An Intimate Moment I
 

Tina had spent the entire day cleaning the apartment. She felt incredibly remorseful for all she had done, all that she had put her mother through. She wanted the evening to be perfect. Dishes, clothing, cabinets, bathroom, toilet, everything had been cleaned and scrubbed.

A little before five, Tina had followed the instructions. She had put the day's clothing in the hamper, stripped down to nothing. She had placed a blindfold over her eyes and had laid out on the bed, waiting, as patiently as she could. Her body trembled with anticipation, her nipples erect, her entire skin covered in goosebumps. She could barely contain the images inside her head.

When the door creaked open around five, she almost jumped out of bed, but she remained as still as she could, arms to her side, waiting. She heard the shuffling of feet, then her mother's voice.

"Are you in there?"
"Yes."
"Blindfolded?"
"Yes."
"Naked."
"Very yes..." Tina pleaded, barely able to contain her excitement.

Given what they had already done, from the two baths taken together to last night's embraces (before being interrupted by Samson), Tina was unable to keep a cool head. Her entire core ached for her mother's touch. Gentle music came from the computer room, a sweet instrumental melody that drowned out the rest of the apartment's sounds.

"I am coming in..."

The shuffle of feet was barely audible.

"My... you are stunning."

Tina blushed all over at the comment.

"...I am very happy to see you like this, compliant and obedient, Tina."
"Thank you."
"Thank you who?"
"Thank you, Justine."

Tina could almost hear the smile of contentment.

"I think it's time we took our relationship to another level," Justine said, a smirk in her voice.

Tina could not repress a gasp, and it made Justine laugh. Things were about to escalate one more time, but in a totally new and different direction.

Omg! Justine and Tina would make the perfect strippers at the Dragon Lounge...

An Intimate Moment II
 

"oooh... aahhh.... oouff... aaagghh...."

Tina was straining to hold back the conflicting sensations overwhelming her body. Blindfolded as she was, her ears distracted by the classical music ringing in from the other room, she was focused only the fingers running across her skin. They had started around the neck and shoulders, skimming across her flesh down to her sides and navel, then around the curves of her younger breasts, up to her nipples, then back across the skin. Those same expert hands had slid down to her waist and thighs, up to her pubis, making her tremble all through the process. It was both ticklish and sensual, and Tina's perceptions were overloaded. All the while, no sound had come from her mother.

When the fingers finally pulled away, Tina was panting furiously, hoping for more, fearing the forbidden connection that was now growing between her mother and herself. But how could it be wrong when it felt so natural?

"Justine..."
"Yes, dear... what do you need?"
"I... really want more..."
"But?..."

Tina was fighting against her own logic. Perhaps it was because this time, she was willfully submitting instead of just being on the receiving end. It forced to take responsibility for their actions.

"...I... no... I want this. I... love you, m... Justine."
"And I love you," Justine answered.
"I love you more than anyone else..."
"And I feel the same..."

Tina felt her mother's presence at her side. Her words sounded comforting, almost soothing.

"I'm tired of being afraid and scared, and confused. I have devoted my life to you for the past fifteen years, Tina... you are my... one."
"I..."
"Are you scared?"
"Yes?"
"But do you want to continue?"
"Yes..."
"How far do you want to go?"

That was a difficult answer. Going with the flow, letting things happen, was one thing. Saying out loud what her desires were was quite another. It implied commitment to the cause, and meant that whatever actions were taken were rational. At least, that's how it felt to Tina. But she had accumulated so much guilt, and to find her mother, the only person who truly loved her without condition, willing to go even further - there was no debate.

"I want... to do it all. Everything. With you."
"You know people won't like it. They won't understand. They'll think it's bad. They'll think I'm... using you."
"Let them say whatever. I know what I want."

That last comment, the resolute tone, was the last piece of confirmation that Justine needed to hear before committing to the rest of her plan. It needed to be done: she needed to see it first before anything else came about it.

A moment later, tender lips met Tina's sex and started teasing them into pleasure.

Please continue!

An Intimate Moment III
 

It had started with lips. It had been followed up by fingers. Tina was in heaven during the entire stimulation, regardless of the pleasure given. It was about who was doing it. Completely blindfolded, at the mercy of whoever was playing with her (her mother, in this case), she abandoned all resistance. This was, as far as she was concerned, fate. However, it was when the dildo penetrated her sex that she truly understood that she was committed to the deed, especially since she realized the dildo was connected to strong hips (a strap-on, apparently).

The pleasure quickly escalated into sheer folly, unbridled and unrestrained. Tina cared no more for the world or anything beyond the glorious feeling of the artificial device inside her sex. All the while it went on, Tina made no efforts to look on the scene, too content that finally, her mother was reaching down and deep further than ever to help her. The orgasms multiplied.

At first, Tina was on her back, legs apart. Then, she was on her side, as her partner rode her from behind. She ended up on all fours, then pounded into the bed for even more satisfaction. All the while, Tina remained on the receiving end, until she could no longer react. At the end, she lay limply on the bed, barely awake. She felt her mother's presence leave the room, but she didn't bother moving. She heard the sound of a door opening, but was too exhausted to go looking.

In the hallway, the escort took off the strap-on and handed it to Justine, who still could not believe what she had witnessed. It wasn't that Justine didn't want to make love to Tina - the temptation was there, unmistakable. It was simply that the leap had been too big for her to make. After seeing her daughter's reaction, she wasn't certain there would be a need for a proxy later.

"You... thank you," Tina whispered.
"It was fun," the lady replied as she got dressed in the hall. "You... really love your daughter."
"We're all each other have..."

The escort hadn't even asked questions. Her line of work implied discretion, and she had seen weirder requests.

"To be honest," the escort replied, "it was nice to be on top for a change."
"Well, this... this was amazing."
"Anytime... as long as you have the money."
"Of course."

Justine took a moment to examine the woman who had just fucked her daughter. She wasn't tall, but she had curves to boot. Given that Justine had just recently discovered she enjoyed the company of women, and given the scene that had just played in their bedroom, Justine was incredibly aroused.

"I... never got your name, actually."
"You did, you just forgot. I'm Aisha..."
"I'll be seeing you again."

Aisha smiled, giving a peck on the cheek to Justine, before walking off. Justine, who had been naked all the while, slipped the strap-on onto herself before entering back into the apartment and walking to the living room.

"Tina, honey?"

As Justine entered the bedroom, she realized that Tina was getting up, stretching herself.

"...how was it?" Justine asked, almost innocently.

The look on Tina's face suddenly terrified Justine, and she wondered if she hadn't done something wrong. Tina walked up to her mother, planting her lips on her mother's, and pressing their bodies together.

"I love you, mom... More."

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An Intimate Moment IV
 

"um... Tina?"
"No hesitations..."

Justine was taken aback by Tina's sudden taking charge. The daughter dragged her mother back towards the bed, sitting her down at the edge, facing out. Tina then straddled on top of her, bringing the tip of strap-on dildo back to the entrance of her sex.

"More..."
"...but I thought you had to be somewhere..."

The comment slipped out.

"Screw them... I want you..."
"Tina, I..."

Justine had lost control of the scene. She watched her daughter impale herself on the sex toy, her mouth wide with pleasure, followed by a passionate exchange of saliva over which Justine simply followed along. Tina moved her hips up and down, providing the motion, while she pressed her body against her mother's.

"Ah! I love it!"

It was impossible for Justine to ignore her own excitement, and she started volunteering hip thrusts to the scene. The liplock resumed with fierce passion, as Tina was once again elevated into the sphere of pleasure. She pulled her mouth away long enough to curse her satisfaction.

"Oh fuck... mmmm.... yes... fuck me hard... oooh.... mmmmm...."

Because the harness and downward tip of the dildo were rubbing against Justine, she too was starting to feel much stimulation between her legs. For possibly the first time, the two women were connected in a way that could not be ignored or denied.

"Say my name," Justine spat out.
"Justine... Justine..."

There was such delight in the room that when Tina came, another orgasm rocking her body, Justine came alongside her, almost sympathetically. All the while, they kissed, lost in each other, until they collapsed on top of the bed.

Tina was the first one to speak.

"..thank you.... mom."

Justine didn't feel like they needed the pretext anymore.

"It was... my pleasure, Tina."
"...what do we do about it?"
"What do you mean?"

Hesitation was apparent in Tina's voice.

"Is this... a one-time thing and we never speak about it or..."

Justine stared longingly into Tina's eyes.

"No... this did happen and... it makes you happy."
"It does."
"It makes me happy too... We can't tell anyone else but... here..."

Tina smiled; she caressed her mother's hair.

"I love you, mom."
"I love you too, honey... but... we can't let that stop us from doing what needs to be done. Right?"
"Right."

Justine was right. Tina still had obligations. At least, now, she wasn't alone in them.

Enjoyed every part of the story! This bring the story to a new level!

Looking Back... Looking Ahead...
 

Fifteen years ago, Justine Brant, 16 years old Caucasian cheerleader, had fallen in love with a bad boy, Robert Flack, African American footballer, who had gotten her pregnant. Cast out from her mother's home, Justine had given birth to a baby girl she had named Tina. Two years in, the father disappeared from their lives. Abandoned by both her mother and companion, Justine had done her best to raise a child on her own, living on borrowed wages, never able to keep down a job.

She was lucky enough to have an elderly woman to take care of her daughter for a while as she grew up and became a teenager, but Ludmilla Thompson died, leaving a very distraught girl in the hands of an unavailable mother. This had led Tina down a path of self-blame and guilt, leading her to become a pot junkie, selling her body to her pusher for drugs.

Meanwhile, Justine had begun as a stripper to make ends meet, but even that fell throught. Desperate, she moved into a building where she pays rent with sexual favors to the landlord, and started paying for other services (movers, pizza) in the same fashion. She even met up with a fellow resident who was into internet porn and decided to try it as a venue to make money to get out of her situation.

Tina, at the same time, got into trouble with the drug suppliers of her pusher, who demanded payment. To resolve this issue, Tina agreed to become a sex slave - a paid prostitute - working for the RatPack, a clique of rich kids at her local high school.

All the while, Tina and Justine had grown closer; Justine, at first desperate to give her daughter the best possible options, soon realized that she wanted to give everything, and that she could; Tina realized that, with the death of Mrs. Johnson, Justine was the only person who cared for her whole-heartedly. Sexual tension, revelations from one side and the other had led to mother and daughter sharing a few intimate moments, playing with each other, until the inevitable happened.

Unable and unwilling to let it go, it now became apparent that both mother and daughter would now have to deal with their respective feelings and the consequences of their actions. And despite their newly found attachment, both had sexual obligations outside of their home to fulfill. Justine still needed to account for rent as much as make money with her internet pornography; Tina still had to contend with three weeks remaining of sexual slavery. Since both were willing to sell their sexuality, none felt particularly shameful about what they had to do.

If anything, it brought them even closer.

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I have written several stories for the site, FYI. Check my blog on the site. You'll find the links to all of them, if your are so inclined.

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Revisiting the Players
 

I always find revisiting my characters' statuses helps me get back into the beat of writing, so...

Justine Brant
Caucasian American. After coming to terms with her attraction for her daughter, Justine is more than ready for whatever comes next. She has put her body and soul on the line to protect her daughter from the repercussions of the deal gone south with the drug dealers. She is ready to launch her online porn career to start making money, and she's also considering getting some protection from a local criminal outfit by joining the staff of the Dragon Lounge as a stripper.

Tina Flack
Hybrid Caucasian-black, Justine's daughter is now dealing with the consequences of her actions; she has become a slave to the Rat Pack, who bought out her debt to Samson in exchange for her sexual services. With her newly found love and admiration for her mother, she feels like she can overcome any difficulties thrown at her.

August Rand (and his mother, Juniper)
August is the landlord of the complex where Justine, Tina and Pinky live. How he came to have his money is still a mystery, but he allows them to live there in exchange for sex. He also helped Justine in her first porn video, although he did it anonymously.
August is also housing his elderly mother on the third floor, and she seems not to mind what he does with his time.

Pinky
Another tenant of the Rand flat, a former victim of abuse whose life was turned around thanks to a nurse (who got her in touch with August) and August himself. Running her own internet porn site, she is now making ends meets. She also operates as a prostitute to a select clientele.

Samson (and his bodyguards)
Part of a drug dealing outfit in the area, well-placed in the power structure, Samson is not afraid to use his power and influence to get his way. He is crafty, not to mention always well-protected. After having his way with Tina for her unpaid debts, he now has an agreement with Justine to deal only with her, leaving Tina alone.

Jaylee Porter
Stripper, friend of Justine, now dancing at the Dragon Lounge. She has a very controlling boyfriend.

Aisha (escort)
Hired by Justine to have sex with her daughter, the young escort is also a member of the Dragon Lounge family.

Isaac (at the Dragon Lounge)
Asian-American, one of the owners and security staff of the strip joint, honorable to a fault, he insures the safety of his girls, never touching them without their approval or without paying for it himself.

The Rat Pack (Tommy Piccolo, Peter Lamont, Kyle Sangster)
The three rich kids currently own Tina's services, renting them out on a daily basis in school, and then on Friday and Saturday nights at one of their pads. They've all indulged in her company (Tommy even bringing in his girlfriend Jayna on it).
Tommy is the most considerate of the three, always mindful of Tina's well-being despite her status as a slave.

Haley
Tina's former drug supplier; he traded in drugs for sexual favors until he was found out by Samson.

Robert Flack
Tina's after, African American, currently out of the picture.

Love the story can't wait for the next part!