Forty-years-old, childless, a failed marriage and back living at home with her seventy-year-old stepmother. It wasn’t quite how Veronica had thought things would turn out.
Neither though had she ever imagined that she’d now be in an intense sexual relationship with a significantly older woman, and certainly not with the older woman who had helped raise her from a relatively young age. To say life had taken some unexpected turns was something of a gross understatement.
Both women were painfully aware that they’d strayed far beyond the boundaries of what was socially acceptable. Just because they weren’t breaking any laws, just because there was no blood bond between them the world was not going to look favourably either on their age-gap or more importantly the family ties that bound them. But no matter how hard they tried to push things back to a platonic footing they’d failed miserably. Instead, they’d now consciously chosen to embrace what they had… and each other.
Trying to stop the intimacy had previously left them both deeply depressed. Both left craving the utter safety and sexual trust they felt in each other’s arms – a blissful refuge in stark contrast to the turmoil and abuse they’d both suffered at the hands of their respective husbands – one of whom had been Veronica’s father.
It had all started when Roni, as her stepmom called her, had found herself essentially homeless. Her own abusive, controlling husband having kicked her out and left her penniless after trading fifteen years of marriage for another seemingly more compliant woman. With nowhere left to go Roni had called her stepmom, Lynne.
Like many stepmother-stepdaughter relationships theirs had at times been stormy. It had never settled into a true mother-daughter dynamic, rather it had been a cross-generational friendship which had ebbed and flowed over time.
But when Roni’s father had died suddenly the pair had reconnected and so Lynne was only too happy to have Roni come to stay – things had been lonely during the pandemic and Lynne figured the company would do her good.
Soon what had started with hugs and reassuring touches had turned to cuddles and lingering strokes. What had started with greeting each other with kisses on each cheek had turned to kisses on the lips. Confused and uncertain, slowly but surely they’d found themselves on a journey from which there was now no coming back from.
It was Christmas Eve of 2021 however when their relationship had really taken on a much deeper dimension, when feelings had bubbled to the surface and the dynamic between the two women had changed forever…
Wearing her favourite pjs Roni sat on the floor between her stepmom’s legs having her long hair brushed after enjoying a hot shower. Lynne had first brushed Roni’s hair like this over 35 years ago… the parental ritual now resumed despite the passing of time.
A fire burned in the woodstove Lynne had bought for herself as a retirement present and the room was lit by the lights of the Christmas tree, a few Winter Spice scented candles and the TV which flickered away quietly in the corner showing an old movie.
Sitting on the edge of the sofa Lynne too had opted for comfiness and wore a long fleece robe, soft slippers and a long cotton nightdress that she’d gathered up to just above her knees to allow them to part enough for her stepdaughter to sit between her legs. Having brushed out the knots and tangles Lynne braided Roni’s sleek, damp hair into a long, tight single plait that reached down almost to the small of the younger woman’s back.
Maybe it was the mulled wine they’d both been drinking since late afternoon or Lynne’s firm hands gently pulling and tugging at her hair as she tidied it for her, but Roni found herself getting very relaxed and a little tingly. When Lynne finished by stroking the sides of Roni’s now exposed neck with her fingertips she had been unable to stifle a contented moan.
“Darling, are you ok? You don’t mind spending Christmas Eve in the house with me do you? asked Lynne.
“God no,” replied Roni. “there’s no place I’d rather be right now… warm, cosy, pampered – and between your legs”
At Roni’s last remark the pair had tipsily giggled before Roni gently swivelled round to kneel facing her stepmother. Leaning forward and meeting her stepmother’s soft green eyes Roni spoke softly, “Seriously though, thank you Lynne. Thank you for allowing me to stay with you, for being so generous… and for letting me heal. I have no idea how I’ll ever be able to repay you.”
“Don’t you worry darling” Lynne replied, “you can stay here with me for as long as you like.” She paused before continuing “You know though, just one thing. I’ve never liked you calling me Lynne, you always using my first name. I never got the chance to be a proper mother, but I’ve always wanted to be your mom. Do you think you could call me ‘Mom’ from now on.”
Roni took a moment to contemplate the ask. Her birth mother had walked out on her and her father while she was still a toddler and had never been heard of since. The sense of betrayal that left in Roni had tainted the word ‘mother’ and its other forms, and consequently she’d refused to use it when Lynne had come into their lives. ‘Maybe it’s time to move on’ she thought to herself though, ‘maybe Christmas Eve is as good a time as any to let the past go.’
“Sure, …Mom.” Roni hesitatingly replied. A smile spread across Lynne’s face and her eyes sparkled with delight and Roni couldn’t help leaning in to kiss her.
The kiss lingered slightly too long, both women enjoying the softness of each other’s lips, both gently starting to open their mouths before sanity took hold and Roni quickly pulled herself back.
The sudden movement coupled with the alcohol made her head-spin, and Roni knelt back on her haunches while lowering her head down towards the sofa between her stepmother’s legs. The hands Roni had gently placed on Lynne’s knees when she’d first knelt up to thank her now slid up the older women’s soft, milky white thighs – Lynne’s nightdress accidently riding up in the process to barely cover her crotch. A crotch now just inches in front of Roni’s face.
With the dizziness past Roni lifted her forehead off the sofa cushion and opened her eyes. Roni couldn’t explain it when the two of them talked about it later, but the sight of her stepmother’s prominent pussy nestled in delicate thatch of grey hair flicked a primal switch in her brain.
“Lyn… sorry, Mom,” she whispered “Can I kiss you again?”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, I think the wine…” but before Lynne could finish her sentence her stepdaughter had leant in and placed the most delicate of kisses on her protruding inner lips.
“Roni, darling…no…” was all Lynne managed to whisper before Roni’s searching tongue found her clitoris. The touch, so exquisite, equally ignited something in the older woman and she found herself shifting forward for her pussy to better meet the hungry mouth that appeared to be waiting for it.
Author’s note: Looking for honest feedback, thoughts and suggestions on where to take this story.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10p707k/christmas_comes_early_part_1_f70_f40_lesbian_age