The Morning I Crossed the Line with My Daughter Marina

I had spent the whole night turning over what my daughter had told me on the phone. I’m forty-six, and by that hour I should have been asleep already, but the sentence had lodged itself between my ribs and wouldn’t let me breathe. “Mom… sometimes I wonder what it would be like with a woman. I’m just curious… but the thought makes me feel sick.” Marina had blurted it out laughing, like someone saying something silly before hanging up. I just sat there staring at the bedroom ceiling, my mouth dry.

By five in the morning I was soaked through. I had dreamed about her. About my twenty-seven-year-old Marina, married for two summers, eight months pregnant, with that round, firm belly that had gotten into my head since the last family dinner. In the dream I had her naked in my own bed, my hand sliding under her belly while she sighed, “yes, Mom… eat me, I’m yours.” I woke with my panties stuck to my skin and a decision made.

Today was going to be the day. Today it was going to be me. Not another woman. Not some stranger in a bar. Me, her mother, the one who knew best where the things that mattered were. I wanted her first experience with a woman to be with me, in her bed, with her husband thousands of kilometers away at that medical congress he had been announcing for months.

I showered in a hurry. I put on a loose cotton dress, nothing underneath, and flat sandals so I wouldn’t have to think about anything as I climbed the stairs in her building. I parked the car two streets away, out of old habit, not leaving tracks where I shouldn’t.

Marina opened the door barefoot, wearing a short white slip of thin fabric that barely covered her ass. Her black hair was cut short, still rumpled from sleep. She was prettier than I remembered: thin as a reed, that round belly showing beneath the nightgown, and above all those two heavy, full tits, veined with fine blue lines, with the dark nipples pressing through the fabric.

“Mom,” she said, surprised, rubbing one eye. “What are you doing here so early? Is something wrong?”

“Nothing, sweetheart. I came by to see you.”

I closed the door behind me. I put both hands on her face, slowly, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Barely a brush. She stayed very still, not pulling away, looking at me with wide-open eyes.

“Marina, my love… last night you told me something on the phone I haven’t been able to get out of my head,” I whispered against her mouth. “That you wanted to know what it was like with a woman. And I’ve spent half my life knowing. I don’t want you to find out with just anyone. I want it to be me.”

“Mom… I…”

“Let me, sweetheart. Just let me.”

I brushed her belly with my palm, sliding very slowly down to the hem of her slip. Marina drew a deep breath, not answering, and I felt her pulse racing in her throat. Her skin smelled of fresh soap and warm sleep.

“I’m pregnant, Mom… and married. You know that…”

“Exactly,” I told her, kissing her neck. “Because you’re gorgeous, because you’re full, because nobody’s touched you in months the way you deserve. Let me take care of you. Once. If you don’t want more after that, I won’t come back. But let me once.”

I slipped my hand under the slip and slid my fingers up her belly until I brushed the base of one breast. It was heavy. Hot. Almost trembling under my hand.

“Fuck, Mom…” she murmured, closing her eyes.

“Come on.”

I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. I closed the latch. I asked her to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her. I lifted her slip very slowly, sliding it up over her shoulders until it fell to the floor.

Her breasts hung free, white, heavy, with those blue veins pregnant women get near the base. The nipples, dark and hard, were already beading with a milky shine. The round belly, the protruding navel, the narrow hips and, between her thighs, a pussy swollen by pregnancy, with the outer lips fleshier than they would be on any other woman.

“Look at you,” I said, taking her in. “Look at you, sweetheart. You’re good enough to eat like this, slowly, unhurried.”

I started with her feet. I took her right foot in both hands and brought it to my mouth. I licked the sole, savoring that slightly salty note skin has when it’s just been woken up. I sucked each toe one by one, taking them all the way into my mouth, sucking with my flat, hot tongue. Marina sighed, bit her lip, and let her head fall back.

“Oh, Mom… that’s such a weird thing… feels so good…”

I moved up her calves, licking the soft skin. I kissed the inside of her knees, that area almost nobody pays attention to and that makes any woman alert. She spread her legs a little, without thinking. I reached her thighs, bit them very gently, licked the inner side until her skin stood up in goosebumps and a small moan escaped her that she tried to swallow herself.

I stopped at her belly. I kissed it all over, circling her navel, licking the dark line that ran down toward her pubis. She smelled like a pregnant woman, like warm skin, milk, and desire. I slid the tip of my tongue into her navel and she laughed nervously, but arched into it.

“Fuck, Mom… you’re driving me crazy…”

I moved up to her breasts. I took them in both hands, lifted them, weighed them. They were enormous. Hard and soft at once, full to the limit. I brought the right nipple to my mouth and sucked.

A hot stream of sweet, thick milk filled my mouth. I swallowed without thinking, growling softly with pleasure. The milk came in spurts, warm, with that unique flavor and a slightly metallic edge at the end. Marina moaned loudly, grabbing the back of my neck with both hands.

“Like that, Mom… suck me… they’re so full they hurt… yes, just like that…”

I switched to the other nipple. I sucked hungrily, nibbled the edge of the areola, tugged at the nipple with my lips. Milk dribbled down my chin and fell onto her round belly. I kept nursing, alternating between one breast and the other, swallowing, while I worked her with my hands so more would come out. I pinched the free nipple between two fingers while I sucked the other one.

Marina was trembling, breathing in broken gasps.

“Mom… nobody’s ever sucked me like that… not even him… keep going… don’t stop now…”

I went down slowly, kissing her belly centimeter by centimeter until I reached her pussy.

It was swollen, the outer lips thick, dark, and shining with wetness. The smell was strong, sweet, sour, and salty all at once. I spread her thighs with both hands and brought my face close very slowly, blowing before I touched her.

“Oh, Mom… please…”

First I licked her outer lips slowly, savoring the thick, hot juice. I traced every fold with my flat tongue, from bottom to top. Then I parted her lips with my mouth and slipped my tongue inside. She was burning, tightened by pregnancy, wet all the way to her thigh.

The taste was intense, salty-sweet, with that delicious metallic note pregnant women have. I sucked her swollen clit, circled it with my tongue, sucked it gently, tugging it between my lips.

Marina started moaning louder, moving her hips toward my mouth.

“Oh, Mom… what a mouth… eat it… eat me all up… so good, fuck…”

I ate her pussy hungrily. Flat tongue lapping from bottom to top, then the tip slipped inside, fucking her hole with my tongue. I circled her clit, sucked it, pulled at it a little between my lips. My hands never stopped: I squeezed her tits, stroked her belly, massaged her thighs, kneaded her hips.

Her first orgasm came quickly. She went rigid, grabbed the sheets with both hands, and screamed:

“Mom! I’m coming! Yes! Yes!”

A hot, abundant stream filled my mouth. Thick, sweet juices that I swallowed while keeping on licking very slowly, stretching out her orgasm until she trembled all over.

I gave her no respite. I went a little lower and spread her ass cheeks with my hands. Her anus was there, small, wrinkled, pink, and clean. It smelled like hot woman and intimate skin. I ran my flat tongue over it, licking in slow circles. Marina moaned even louder, almost frightened by herself.

“Fuck, Mom… not there… not there… oh, yes, keep going!”

I pushed my tongue inside as far as I could, while my nose pressed against her dripping pussy. The taste was stronger, more intimate, more forbidden. I sucked, licked, and drew on it, going in and out with my tongue.

Her second orgasm came while I was eating her ass. She screamed louder, her legs shaking, and another spurt wet my face and neck.

“Yes, Mom! I’m yours! I’m coming again!”

I turned her onto her side, lifting one leg for better access. I focused on her pussy again. I ate it with absolute devotion: long tongue tracing every fold, sucking her swollen clit, slipping my tongue as deep as I could inside her. My hands rubbed her breasts, squeezed her nipples, coaxed out more milk that spilled over her belly and my fingers.

The third time she came like a fountain. She arched her back, screamed without air, and a long gush splashed my entire face, my hair, my neck. I kept licking without stopping, swallowing what I could, until she was left trembling, moaning softly, spent.

While I was eating her pussy one last time, I slipped my own hand between my legs. I rubbed my clit furiously, two fingers inside my own soaked pussy, and came hard against my hand, growling into her, vibrating with my mouth pressed to her flesh, soaking my thighs.

Marina let out a long, exhausted sigh, with that slack smile of someone who can no longer lie to herself.

***

We stayed silent for a few seconds, just breathing. Marina had half-closed eyes, a flushed face, and her belly rising and falling slowly. I was soaked with her milk, her juices, and my own. I climbed onto the bed and lay down pressed against her from behind, my breasts tight against her back and my still-hot pussy against her ass. I kissed her neck slowly.

“You’re delicious, sweetheart,” I whispered. “Three times you came with my mouth, and I’m still hungry.”

Marina turned a little, still panting, and looked at me with eyes shining with shame and desire.

“Mom… nobody’s ever eaten me like that. Never. You made me come like crazy and I liked it way too much. My legs are still shaking.”

I stroked her belly tenderly and slid my hand down until I brushed her swollen pussy, not putting in fingers, just caressing with my palm.

“This isn’t over, my girl. Now I’m going to clean you slowly. I want you to feel your mother’s tongue gathering up everything that’s been dripping out of you.”

I went back down between her legs. I licked calmly: flat tongue over the swollen lips, collecting the remnants. The taste was softer now, mixed with the milk still dripping from her nipples. Marina let out a long sigh and stroked my hair.

“Oh, Mom… what a mouth… clean me… I love your tongue there…”

I sucked her sensitive clit gently, kissed it, licked it with tenderness. Then I gave long, slow licks a little lower, unhurried, savoring the most intimate part. Marina moaned softly, almost purring, gripping the sheets with one fist.

“This is so forbidden, Mom… so forbidden…”

“I know, sweetheart. I know.”

When I finished, I climbed up and lay pressed to her. I pulled my dress down over one breast and offered her my nipple.

“Here, my girl. Taste a little of your mother too. I want you to know what the woman who did this to you tastes like.”

Marina came closer, hesitant at first, and took my nipple into her mouth. She sucked gently, then with more eagerness, and fell silent against my breast, eyes closed, like a child returning to an old place. I stroked her hair and whispered:

“There you go, my life. Your first time with a woman was with me. And nobody can take that away from you now.”

Marina let my nipple go for a moment and looked me in the eyes.

“Mom… are you coming back tomorrow?”

I smiled with that slow little smirk a woman makes when she already knows she’s won.

“I’m coming back every day you let me. As long as you’re pregnant, while you give birth, and after that too. Your body has someone now who knows how to read it. And that someone is me.”

Marina curled up against me, her belly pressed to mine, and sighed contentedly.

“Then come tomorrow, Mom. And bring more hunger. Because I already want to do it again.”

I stayed wrapped around her, breathing in her hair, her skin, the smell of sex that filled the room, thinking that this was the beginning of something very long and very dirty. And the best part was that she wanted it too.