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Subject: Catherine’s submission CATHERINE’S SUBMISSION By Shuraz It was another hot, sultry night, and by this time Catherine knew the scenario by heart. She would sit up nervously, waiting in her airless, dimly lit bedroom until close to morning when she would hear the faint noise of a key turning in the front door. Then the soft patter of feet across the living room floor until faint light would appear across the hall. At first Catherine would resist the urge but finally she would rise and steal silently towards the door of her daughter’s bedroom to watch the spectacle she knew would take place there. Her beautiful, lazy 20-year-old daughter, back from yet another night of carousing, would work off the excesses of alcohol and casual sex by twirling around the centre of her room, giggling diabolically in the lurid, steamy night. Her short skirt would go whirling into the air exposing the tiny white underpants that crowned her long, slender legs. Catherine would once again look on with a combination of loathing and initially unwanted arousal as her daughter would finally stagger to her bed, throw herself down and lift her skirt, running her hands over her velvety white panties. First slowly and gently, then faster and more urgently as her giggles made way for the soft groans that signalled her arousal. At this point Catherine, too, would lower a hand to her own aching sex, rubbing her now wet and swollen clitoris as she imagined scenes from her daughter’s evening of sexual activity, activity she herself had gone so long without. As the mother’s arousal grew, Catherine would see her daughter’s hand furiously pulling at the crotch of her panties, exposing her moist, downy vagina. She would muffle her gasp and quicken the pace of her masturbation and watch her daughter’s fingers sliding into the narrow, slippery crease, frantically searching for the entrance to her womanhood. She would see the fingers disappear and reappear, faster and faster. She would hear her daughter’s moans become louder and louder just as she stifled her own. She already knew all the signs, exactly when her daughter was about to burst. And then, only then, would she let herself go completely. And as the last moans escaped her daughter’s lips and her lithe young body lay limp across the bed, Catherine, her whole body covered in sweat from heat and agitation, would lower her night-dress and steal back across the hall to her own bedroom. She, too, would throw her now spent body on the bed. And as tears once again welled up in her eyes, she would brush her cum-soaked fingers over her large swollen nipples, finally bringing them up to her tongue to taste the sweet flavour of what was left of her sexual desire. The trickle of her teardrops would swell to a flood and once again, as she sobbed herself to sleep, she would hate herself. But as always her sleep would be short and fitful. By eight Catherine would already be down in the living room, cleaning up the mess her daughter had left there the night before. She’d pick up the girl’s shoes and throw away any empty bottles her daughter might have brought with her. And before placing it on the night-stand near the front door, she’d quickly take a peak inside her daughter’s purse: the perfume, the vast array of cosmetics and half-full, unmarked pill vials she refused even to discuss with her mother. And then, tucked away at the bottom of the purse, Catherine would find the crumpled-up handkerchief. This she would gently remove and as always lift it up to her face and for a moment inhale the bitter-sweet aroma that always seemed to cling to it. That strange yet familiar odour Catherine could not quite place but which somehow always left her with a tiny itch between her legs. And she would savour this feeling for a moment before returning the handkerchief back to its place at the bottom of the bag. At ten, with her daughter still firmly under the covers, the doorbell would ring. At the door would be Marla, Catherine’s buxom next-door neighbour and contemporary, herself the mother of a daughter a little younger than Catherine’s and a great deal less trouble. Both women still in their dressing-gowns, there would be coffee and sweet rolls, but after a while, as always, the topic would get around to Catherine’s troublesome daughter. “Sandra’s still in bed, is it?” Marla would comment casually as the two women sipped at their coffee. “You know if I were you . . .” “Marla, we’ve been over this a hundred times,” Catherine would interrupt as politely as she could, “You’re not me and I really don’t see much point in going into it again.” “All I was going to say is . . .” “I know what you’re going to say,” Catherine would reply, trying desperately not to lose her cool. “Right now your daughter is out working hard to help feed the family. At 5 o’clock she’ll come home, help make dinner, help clean up and then spend the evening furthering her education so she can get an even better job and help the family even more, right? Well, my daughter is not your daughter and unless you know some magic formula for changing her I’d rather talk about something else, thank you very much.” At this point Catherine would be close to tears. “All I meant was . . .” Marla would continue sympathetically, “that if I were you I’d follow her one night when she goes out and try to put an end to it.” And how on earth am I supposed to do that, Catherine would think to herself, but all she would say is “Well, thanks for your advice, really.” “OK. Have it your way,” Marla would reply and then suddenly get up and announce that she had a lot to do. She’d go for the door, Catherine right behind her, but before leaving she would suddenly turn around. “You know, I only have your best interests in mind,” she would say in a low, velvety voice, and with her hand she would gently stroke Catherine’s cheek. At this point their faces would be almost touching and there would be a pause whilst both women looked at one another. As Catherine’s nervousness increased, Marla would finally place a warm, wet kiss on her cheek, turn around and continue her journey down the hall. Her heart now racing, Catherine would close the door behind her just as she heard the first stirrings from her daughter’s room. Dreading the scene that would follow, Catherine would make sure she was good and busy by the time Sandra first poked her nose around the corner of the kitchen. “Where’s breakfast?” she would demand as she plopped her hung-over body onto a chair by the table. “Coming up,” Catherine would say without turning her head from the stove. As she prepared her daughter’s brunch she would have to listen to the usual barrage of complaints about the food, the house, their life-style, in fact just about everything. Catherine would count the minutes until Sandra had finished her brunch and returned to her room to prepare herself for yet another day of indolence. Towards evening, scantily dressed and heavily made up, Sandra would emerge again and announce she was going out. “Don’t wait up for me,” she would say as she walked out the door, and that would be it until later that night when the whole charade would begin again. Only to-day there was a small change in the scenario. This time as Sandra kocaeli escort bayan walked out the door, she suddenly turned back to her mother. “Oh, by the way, I saw Daddy last night,” she said acidly. “He sends his regards.” Catherine just stood in the doorway watching her daughter walk away, her cute little ass swaying from side to side. She wanted to say something, scream if need be, but she was paralysed. Her ex-husband! That lecherous creep, who left her six years ago for the first in a series of 18 year olds! Catherine had managed to keep her daughter, then just an adolescent, away from him since. But if he were to see her now, an over-sexed young woman on the prowl, who knows what the two of them would be capable of! Suddenly she remembered Marla’s words, grabbed a light jacket and ran out the door. Just as she got out on the street she saw her daughter turn the corner and she started off after her. As they entered town, Sandra suddenly took a quickened her pace and turned another corner. By the time Catherine caught up, she saw in the distance a queue of young women about her daughter’s age at the entrance to a club. Sandra was nowhere in sight. “She must have got in already,” Catherine thought to herself as she joined the queue. Once in the crowded, smoky hall she was surprised to discover that so far she could see there were no boys there at all. Groups of women were standing around chatting and drinking; others were dancing together to the loud music that filled the hall. She stood for a moment at the entrance and strained her eyes in the dim light to see if she could catch a glimpse of her daughter. Suddenly she heard someone speak to her from behind. “Looking for someone?” she heard a high, whiny voice say. Catherine turned and saw a dark-skinned girl with long curly black hair, big brown eyes and large deep-red lips, dressed in a short black-leather skirt and a tight button-down top that accentuated a pair of large breasts. Catherine drew in a deep breath at the sight of her. “Uh, well, no . . not really,” Catherine said, preferring to keep her business to herself. “Good, then how about a dance?” the girl asked unpretentiously. Despite herself, Catherine found herself staring at the girl’s big eyes and sensuous body as she struggled to decide just how to deal with this new situation. “Well, uh, I don’t think so. I . . just . .” “Oh, come on, just one dance,” the girl interrupted. “I won’t bite you. Not of course unless you want me to,” she added half-jokingly. Catherine didn’t know what to say; the sight of all these girls and the heat inside the hall were having a strange effect on her. Her heartbeat quickened and her body was tense and sweaty. Despite her hesitation she gave no resistance as the girl wrapped her arms around Catherine’s back, pressing her full body up against her. As the girl’s large breasts touched her own, Catherine immediately felt her nipples tighten and she could feel her heart beating noisily against the girl’s soft chest. As they began to sway to the slow, sultry music, the girl rested her head on Catherine’s shoulder and lifted her mouth up to Catherine’s ear. “I’m Celia,” she whispered in a soft, child-like voice. “I . .I’m Catherine,” Catherine stammered as she felt the lips brush her ear. Her heart was beating wildly and her clit was throbbing between her legs. She felt the girl’s hands gently massaging her back, then drift slowly down towards her ass, pressing their sexes up against one another. It felt strangely good and Catherine made no effort to pull away. Suddenly Catherine felt the girl’s moist, hot tongue in her ear and her hands pushing up under her skirt. Now Catherine thought to stop her, but just then she felt the girl’s fingers pull back the elastic of her panties and brush up against the crease of her ass. An electric wave spread throughout Catherine’s body as the fingers made their way between her legs, spreading her now soaked cunt-lips and gently massaging her bulging clitoris. Soon she felt a finger enter her womanhood and begin to slide up and down in her warm, slippery shaft. Catherine’s arousal was about to peak when suddenly she felt so embarrassed that she collected the last shreds of her resolve and pulled her ear away from Celia’s tongue. “Look, uh, Celia,” she now pleaded unconvincingly, “you’re a nice girl, really, but you don’t understand why I’m . .” But the girl cut her off and pulled Catherine’s face towards her, pressing her lips to Catherine’s and pushing them apart with her hot, wet tongue. Catherine felt Celia’s tongue winding greedily around her own. The girl’s wet finger now made its way from her pussy up the crack of her ass until it rested on her anus, making small rotations around its perimeter with the juice it had carried with it. As the finger shot up inside her ass Catherine too pressed her lips ever harder on the girl’s mouth and pressed the girl tighter to her body. She knew it was just a matter of seconds before she would explode. It was just then that she thought she heard someone call her name. “Ms. Chapman, is that you?” Catherine heard in disbelief. This time she broke off the kiss and turned her head in the direction of the voice. There she saw Carrie, a good friend of her daughter’s, and immediately broke away from Celia, feeling her finger slide out of her as she did. “Ms. Chapman,” Carrie continued in a friendly tone, “what are you doing here?” Now Catherine’s humiliation was complete. First following her daughter, then this place, now being caught making a spectacle of herself with a strange girl her daughter’s age. As she struggled to straighten her blouse and skirt she noticed the barely concealed grins on the faces of Carrie and the girls she was with. She sought furiously for something appropriate to say, but finally settled for a half-truth. “Oh . . uh . . hi Carrie,” she stammered, feeling her cheeks growing ever redder and warmer. “I, uh, was looking for Sandra.” Had she seen everything, she wondered? “Well you won’t find her here,” Carrie responded repressing a giggle. “She never comes inside, she’s strictly an outsider.” “That’s a relief,” Catherine thought to herself, small as it might be. “You might check the park down the road though,” Carrie added, now unable to contain a giggle. “That’s where she usually works out.” “Works out?” Catherine wondered to herself, but dared not ask. All she said was thanks as she quickly turned for the exit. Then she heard Carrie shout after her. “If I see her I’ll tell her you were looking for her.” It was followed by a burst of laughter, but Catherine was already too humiliated to be worried about that. As she headed for the door she passed Celia standing to the side sucking on her finger. “Thanks for the dance, Grandma,” she said sarcastically. But again Catherine took no notice and headed straight for the exit. She knew the time had come to go home, to put an end to this frightful adventure, but somehow her curiosity was getting the better of her. She turned left and headed for the park. As she walked down the one lighted path she realised her mission was hopeless. Except for the few trees lining the lane, it was too dark to see anything. She was just about to give up all together kocaeli escort when she suddenly heard a low moan coming from her right, just off the path. She braced herself against a tree nearest the noise and strained her eyes in the pitch darkness. As her eyes adjusted she could finally make out the figure of a woman standing with her back up against a tree. Her skirt was jacked up above her waist and her panties hung loosely around her ankles above her high-heeled shoes. Between her legs she held what appeared to be the head of a young girl who was on her knees in front of her. The girl’s head bobbed up and down between the woman’s legs and with each movement the woman let out another moan. When Catherine finally woke up to the fact that the girl was eating the woman’s pussy, she couldn’t take her eyes away, and as the woman’s arousal increased so did Catherine’s. Her hand was now under her skirt and inside her panties and as the woman’s moans grew louder and louder, Catherine’s finger parted the hair on her love-lips and began to stroke her warm, wet cunt. As the girl moved her head faster and faster so did Catherine her finger and by the time the woman let out the cry that heralded her orgasm Catherine was almost there herself. Just watching the woman gently lifting the girl up from her knees, cupping the girl’s face in her hands and kissing her lightly on the lips was enough to finish Catherine’s silent labours. As she recovered she saw the woman raise her panties and pick up a handbag lying next to the tree. She removed a purse, pulled out some cash and handed it to the girl. As the girl was stuffing the cash into her own purse, Catherine saw her pull out a white handkerchief and wipe her mouth with it. A white handkerchief! With a bittersweet aroma that always made her head spin! It couldn’t be, it simply couldn’t be! She felt a sharp pain in her stomach and hot tears welled up in her eyes. But despite her agony, Catherine strained her eyes now even more to get a glimpse of the girl. As she did she slid on the dewy grass and the rustle it made drew the attention of the two women by the tree. They turned in Catherine’s direction and in the dim light Catherine saw clearly the face of her daughter. The woman was motioning in Catherine’s direction. “Do you see anyone?” Catherine heard the woman ask. “No,” her daughter replied, “but we’d better get out of here anyway.” As they walked away further into the park, Catherine suddenly realised she must get home before her daughter did, so she quickly began to run in the direction of home. The flat was dark when Catherine entered and without turning on the light she silently slipped out of her shoes and walked slowly towards her daughter’s bedroom. Once inside she felt her way in the dark and saw the bed was empty. Relieved, she sat down for a moment, but just as she got up again the light suddenly went on and Catherine looked quickly towards the door. There stood Sandra, bare-footed, her clothes still ruffled and her make-up smeared from her night’s adventure. Catherine was so startled she nearly fell over, but Sandra came over, took her hand and helped her regain her balance. “Where were you? When I got home and you weren’t here, I got so worried,” Sandra said with mock concern. “I even woke up Marla and asked her where you were.” Catherine felt her daughter’s soft fingers stroking her hand and a tingling sensation began to spread throughout her body. Slowly Sandra moved her hand up along her mother’s arm and shoulder and began to stroke her cheek, and the tingling sensation intensified, concentrating in her nipples and between her legs. Sensing her mother’s arousal, Sandra’s tone of voice quickly changed. “But then Carrie called me,” she said coyly. “She told me you were at the club looking for me. She also told me about the girl you were ‘dancing’ with. You naughty girl.” “Well . . I . .” Catherine began but Sandra interrupted her, placing her hand over her mother’s mouth. “It’s all right, I understand.” she said, moving her free hand up under her mother’s skirt and resting it on her now moist panties. “I understand everything.” She felt one of her daughter’s fingers part her lips and slip into her mouth. It had the same bittersweet taste of the white handkerchief Catherine found each morning and it immediately made her head spin. As her daughter gently stroked her pussy through the moist cloth of her panties, Catherine’s nipples tightened and she felt a flood develop between her legs. Helpless, she began to roll her tongue over her daughter’s finger and suck on it gently. “That’s a good girl,” her daughter said seductively. “That’s a very good girl.” Without loosing her mother’s gaze Sandra now placed her free hand on her mother’s neck and began to open the top buttons of her blouse. Catherine felt the hand slide down under the cups of her bra until her daughter’s fingers had reached her now erect nipples. Catherine’s heart raced and her clit began to throb as her daughter began to fondle her breasts. She gave out a muffled yelp when Sandra pinched her nipples. “Ooh, yes, my love,” Sandra purred, “We are ready, aren’t we? Been practising, darling, have we? At my bedroom door perhaps? Or maybe it was in the park to-night. Well, don’t worry mother dear, I’ve been practising too.” With that Sandra gave a fierce tug at her mother’s bra and it snapped open, releasing the two large fleshy orbs into her hand. “Well, mother, what have we been hiding from baby?” Sandra continued. “These look good enough to eat,” she continued as she lowered her head and took one of her mother’s large breasts in her mouth and began to lick and suck the nipple. In moments Catherine’s whole chest was glistening with saliva as her daughter’s mouth moved back and forth from one huge tit to the other. Catherine was now almost biting on Sandra’s finger and her cunt felt like it was on fire. Sandra began to run her tongue up her mother’s chest and neck, licking her chin and removing her finger before planting her lips firmly on her mother’s. Catherine felt her daughter’s tongue slide into her mouth and immediately she began to suck on it hungrily. “Greedy little tart, aren’t we?” Sandra hissed as she withdrew her tongue from her mother’s mouth. “Well, we mustn’t keep mother waiting, mustn’t we?” Without saying another word, Sandra unzipped her mother’s skirt and pushed it to the floor. She then got down on her knees and slowly lowered her mother’s panties until they were down around her ankles. Catherine swooned as she felt the first touch of her daughter’s warm, wet lips on her thigh, licking their way up until they had reached her now soaked-through pussy. She trembled as her daughter’s tongue entered her moist, hot crease and began to lick her clitoris. In slow rhythm she pressed her hot cunt up against her daughter’s experienced mouth and felt the pleasure so many women before her had felt. Her daughter’s tongue was now deep inside her, her fingers clutching at her mother’s ass and spreading the cheeks. Suddenly Catherine felt penetration from behind as well, as one of her daughter’s cum-soaked fingers slithered its way up her rectum. In and out, her tongue from in front and her finger izmit eve gelen escort from behind, Catherine knew it was just a matter of moments until her daughter’s expert treatment would have its desired effect. “Oh god,” Catherine screamed as her overwhelming orgasm finally came. Slowly Sandra got up off her knees and with her fingertips rubbed the juices of Catherine’s most intimate places on her mother’s breasts. She then lifted the breasts up to her mother’s chin and Catherine extended her tongue and licked off her nipples, tasting herself as she had never tasted herself before. “Well, mother,” Sandra said primly, “how did I do? Was I a good little girl? Are you proud of your little baby?” Catherine was by now completely spent, her body felt light and weak. She looked down and suddenly realised how ridiculous she looked; her blouse was open and her big tits hung loosely from her torn brassiere. Her skirt and panties lay crumpled around her ankles and she suddenly felt ashamed for what she had let herself do . . and enjoy! She began to bend over to lift up her panties, but her daughter stopped her. “Oh no, little one, not so fast,” Sandra now said in a commanding voice. “We’re not finished yet, not by a long-shot. Now it’s baby’s turn.” With that Sandra took her mother’s arm and pulled her over to the bed. She unbuttoned her own skirt, let it fall to the floor and laid herself down on the bed. “Now we’ll see what mummy can do,” she purred as she pulled her mother down to between her legs. Suddenly Catherine pictured herself standing at Sandra’s bedroom door watching her daughter fingering her tender moist pussy, and her moment of lethargy passed. Finally realising a fantasy she had secretly nurtured for so long, she lowered her daughter’s panties, exposing her soft fleshy young cunt. She brought Sandra’s hand down to between her legs and as she watched her daughter’s expert fingers masturbate, her desire became overwhelming and she plunged her head between Sandra’s legs. Holding on to the outside of her daughter’s naked thighs she began to lick the sweet tender flesh of her daughter’s cunt, jabbing at her swollen clitoris and sucking it into her mouth. “That’s it, mummy, very good,” she vaguely heard Sandra say. “You must really have been practising on someone, you sneaky little bitch.” But as her daughter’s words faded into groans Catherine concentrated on the work at hand and soon her tongue was deep inside her daughter’s vagina and Sandra was rocking up and down, pressing her cunt hard up to her mother’s mouth. An extra mouthful of sweet, hot cum in Catherine’s mouth and her daughter’s final scream heralded her orgasm. When Sandra’s body had finally come to rest, Catherine dislodged her tongue from her daughter’s prim and savoured the sweet taste that remained in her mouth. By now her whole face was wet and sticky from her daughter’s sex and Catherine was drunk from the odour that emanated from it. She began to rise over her daughter’s half-naked body, placing wet kisses where the skin was exposed, nuzzling her nose underneath the girl’s open blouse and nibbling at the small breasts and nipples. Once past her daughter’s chin she relished the warm, deep embrace that would follow as their tongues intertwined in a sex-doused kiss. But to her surprise she found that her daughter was already fast asleep. Humiliated, she slowly rose from the bed, collected her panties and skirt and turned out the light as she made her way to her own bedroom. There she removed her blouse and what was left of her bra and threw herself naked down on the bed. She wanted to sleep and not think about what she had just done, but no matter how hard she tried, images of her daughter kept returning to her mind and it wasn’t long before her hand was once again resting on her pubic hair. But just then the doorbell rang. Fearing the worst, Catherine quickly threw on her dressing-gown, ran to the front door and opened up. There, also dressed in her nightclothes, stood Marla. Without saying a word and ignoring Catherine’s puzzled look, Marla took hold of her hand and led her down the hall to her own apartment. Once inside she led Catherine on tiptoe past her sleeping daughter’s bedroom to her own room at the end of the hall. Only when they were both seated on the bed did Marla say anything. “You did it, didn’t you?” she said quietly as she began to stroke Catherine’s flushed cheek. “You followed her to-night.” Catherine lowered her gaze to the floor. She felt so ashamed and yet she knew she could never live with herself if she didn’t tell someone. And Marla was her only real friend. “I . . did . . worse,” Catherine began, struggling with each syllable. “I . .” she spluttered as tears welled in her eyes and she began to cry. At this point Marla also began to sob as she threw her arms around Catherine and pulled her into a soothing embrace. “It’s all right, honey, it’s all right. I know how you feel,” Marla said as she gently rocked Catherine in her arms. For a moment Catherine didn’t register what Marla had said. Then she pulled herself out of Marla’s embrace and looked at her in disbelief. “You?” Catherine said, looking in the direction of the daughter’s bedroom. “With your . .” Marla nodded. Then she said, “But that’s over now, really. We got over it. You will too.” For a moment Catherine could only stare at her in incredulity. But then suddenly, for the first time, Catherine no longer saw a neighbour with a ‘model’ daughter. Suddenly she saw a woman, an attractive woman, a woman with desires just like her own. Registering the pleading look in Marla’s eyes, Catherine slowly returned to her embrace. She immediately felt the warmth of Marla’s body, the large soft breasts touching her own. She pressed her lips hard up against Marla’s cheek and held them there. She felt Marla’s hands caressing her back, then slowly drifting downwards towards her behind. She felt Marla reaching out for the hem of her nightdress, gently lifting it up and sliding her hand down into the hot wet crack of Catherine’s bare ass. Then she felt the thrust of a finger sliding into her asshole. An electric wave shot straight up through Catherine’s entire body and as she turned her face she felt Marla’s mouth sliding towards her own. Catherine closed her eyes and parted her lips and Marla’s tongue hungrily lunged into her mouth. “Oh, my sweet angel, I’ve waited so long for this moment.” Marla whispered as their kiss ended. “Please, darling, kiss my breasts,” she continued as she lifted her nightgown over her head and gently pushed Catherine’s head towards her large naked orbs. Catherine placed her tongue on Marla’s nipples, sucking them into her mouth and drenching them with her sweet saliva. She continued to kiss her way down Marla’s soft tummy until she reached the downy triangle of her womanhood. Gently pushing Marla back on the bed, Catherine thrust her tongue between the soft wet folds of Marla’s pussy and only retracted it when she heard the muffled cry of Marla’s completion. The kisses and embraces between the two women that followed were long and sensuous, as the two soft and now sweaty bodies slid along one another, and the two women explored one another’s most intimate places with their hands and their tongues. As Marla embraced her once again Catherine suddenly felt so exhausted she fell asleep in Marla’s arms. Now, finally, she was home and she knew it. For Catherine there would be no more sleepless nights. For a soulmate. Reactions welcome.
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