longer.blue

What the fuck was I doing? Did I need my mother back, or did I need to feel wanted? Why was I so turned on from posing with my mom? I heard a soft knock at my stall, and knew who was there. “Go away, Mom. Please. I … I can't do this right now.”. She was quiet, for a moment, then I saw her shape squeezing itself under the stall door, huffing with effort. I couldn't help but smile, her struggle so silly, the whole day one big joke. “What are you doing mom?! You look ridiculous!”, “I'm … oof … trying to help my daughter! I've been a … less than stellar mom, and I want to make sure she is okay.”, my tears coming back, but for a different reason. She holds me until I stop, my mind uncomfortably aware of our thinly dressed bodies pressed together. “I'm so fucking sorry!”, I said between sobs, “Me too, baby. Me too.”. We're back in our hotel room, changing into our comfy clothes. We're supposed to have pizza tonight with friends, but nothing today was 'supposed' to happen, so where does that leave us? I'm staring, my mother in just her underwear, her breasts hanging free as she looks for her comfy bra. “Sweetie? You okay?”, yes. Sure. Anything but, “Mom … why did you kiss me today?”. Her face twists in thought, “I … I think I just got carried away.”. “I think there's something wrong with me, mom.”. “Oh sweetie! I'm sure there isn't; what's bothering you?”. “I … uh … got aroused. When we were posing together, earlier.”. “Oh! Um, that's … okay. Your mom got a little bit excited as well.”. She did? Did she know how badly I wanted her attention to myself? For her to focus her care and love on me? Was my affection enough for her? I had to know. “Mom... I need to check something.”, I said, approaching her, my own outfit halfway off. “What is it mmph!”, I stop her with my lips, I pull her body into mine, my small chest dwarfed by hers. We part, staring into each other's eyes, mouths open. She's the one to start the second kiss, grabbing my face so she has leverage for her tongue to explore every inch of my mouth. My hands have found their way to her perfect breasts, and I'm kneading them, searching for her approval. Our crotches are grinding now, and her heat is almost too much. I feel her wetness, making my mother moan into my mouth, and she finds my hardness waiting for her hand. “You're so fucking beautiful, mom.”, I groan. “You're the one who makes me feel beautiful, baby. You know that I think your body's perfect, right sweetie?”, her hands running from my chest to my legs. We fall onto the bed together, and find each other. Mom lines up my girlcock with her pussy, staring me down, daring me to stop her. All I can do is whimper in response. She places my head at her entrance and I take over, thrusting, then slowly sinking down till our hips touch. We move slowly, purposefully, taking in all of each other with every passing minute. Her hips rock against mine, and my body gently claps against hers. We speed up, both getting closer. Mom holds my face, “Megan...”, and it's too much for me. I'm pi stoning hard, and she finds my mouth, both of us tasting each other through our orgasms. We lie together, catching our breath and coming back down to earth. “I'm so sorry mom, about all of the fighting earlier. I was jealous. Jealous of the attention you were getting … and the attention you were giving. I want to be you focus.”. “Baby, you are my focus! Mommy just likes being reminded that she's attractive. I thought I needed to look for that from others, but I guess you ...”, she punctuates the thought with a brief kiss. We fall asleep like that, talking, holding each other. The next day is fairly normal. We dress up, take (mostly) normal photos with people, and buy some cool trinkets and artwork from the booths. My plans have gone out the window since we got here, but mom wants to go to the dance tonight, one of the events I had planned for us. We decide to go all out, mom wearing her Tifa cosplay with a thong and no sports bra under the tee, breasts indented by the suspenders, and me wearing my other backup, Motoko Kusanagi from GitS, wearing a leather jacket and a lavender one piece with a very revealing crotch. It feels like all eyes are on us as soon as we enter; people want our pictures and our lewdness and we aim to please. Mom is grinding on someone, I'm being felt up, hands are slipping where there not meant to go. We find each other, feeling each other up in the club, not caring who sees us. The world falls away, and it is just my mom, me, and the attention we attract like gravity. We dance provocatively, feeding on the adoration. The night goes on, and we are tired of entertaining others, retiring to our bedroom to entertain each other. What was slow and purposeful the first time is needy and urgent now. We tear at each other's clothing, not caring about the cost anymore. I need her, and anything that gets in the way of that has to go. We're both grinning wildly, our bodies searching for one another, every touch like electricity. We don't make love this time, we fuck, rutting like animals, trying our best to break the bed. I pin her hands above her head, biting into her neck. She yelps in surprise, then lets out the kind of sound that mothers should never make for their daughters. I'm so greedy for her; almost as if she can read my mind, “Make me yours honey! Show mommy how much you love her!”. That's all it takes for me, and I'm a flurry, trying to bring her to a finish with me. We miss the next day, too busy in our hotel room. I tell my friends that we must have caught something at the convention, but I know that they see through that lie. “Baby, can we go to more of these? I'm already getting some ideas about fun couples cosplay we can try.”, “Of course, mom! Anything for you.”.