Like mother: like daughter. (A true story)

After twenty years of marriage my wife underwent an urgent hysterectomy. Having to abstain from our activities she was convinced I would never cope so she prompted her mother to become my surrogate partner for the period of healing. But Alison had ulterior motives. After concealing awareness of her mother’s passion for me she wanted her to be hurt by this opportune break.
“She often made my life miserable in childhood. I just want you to take her. That’s what she always wanted. I’ll know where you are and it’ll keep you satisfied. She was smitten by you from the start and jealous each time I fell pregnant.
Fuck her whenever it’s convenient. You’ll find she’s like a virgin. She’s well-formed ‘down there’ and almost hairless. I was delivered by Caesarean section so she was never stretched. After that, she never let my dad have much but she still wanted it! Give it to her at every opportunity. Other men wanted her but she gave them no chance. Then you came along!”
Alison’s lyrical ejaculations were unprecedented. She had never spoken this way in our twenty years of marriage and I had to admit concealing my own fantasies for her mother. Mother and daughter were Librans, with birthdays five days apart and they became one person in my eyes. Alison’s latest scheme was her own fantasy and it would be easy to initiate; Violet, her mother, had lived with us since being widowed. Mother and daughter were very physical women.
“Now it’s my turn for vengeance. She flashed her crotch at you before you’d seen mine. She was so prude and religious but she knew what she was doing to you; letting you see her thighs bulging out of the top of her support stocking while the gusset of her knickers could barely contain her plump twat. She never let dad get enough. Keep her filled. Get right up her until you reach her cervix, the place where my life began. You’re virile enough. She thinks all men are stallions: well prove her right.”
“My sweetheart; I can’t bring myself to hurt her but I can take her with love and kindness. A massive orgasm at her age could almost kill her. Is that what you want?” Alison’s ultimatum was the epitome of eroticism.
“I can imagine you going down on her like the first time you did with me; on the bathroom floor when we were decorating our house; a month before the wedding. Getting between those big thighs of hers, cupping your hands under the cheeks of her arse as you gather her up and sup on her, like taking the wine at Holy Communion. Just take her whenever you like. I need to keep you in training.”
I was nineteen when I had peeked at her mother’s bulging vulva. I’d been summoned to meet both parents soon after meeting Alison in 1963. Coincidently, a wise man had advised me to meet the mother of any serious girlfriend before I went too far. This would show me what I’d be waking up to in years to come. She was now seventy-six; I was forty and the time had come to take her. I’d had twenty years of practice with Alison.
At around four every morning Violet would visit the bathroom. Being a light sleeper, I was often aware when she crossed the landing and subsequently conscious of her return, followed by the quiet closing of her bedroom door. I had suggested she leave the door ajar, if she would welcome my attention. Alison agreed to my plan, provided I return to our marital bed before the house began rousing.
The night before the first occasion I set my alarm to four. There was always a chance that I might miss Violet’s movement. Four o’clock came and went and my pulse began to quicken while I listened intently for her footsteps on the landing. After about twenty minutes my chance arrived.
When the bathroom door closed I put on my dressing gown and moved silently to Violet’s bedroom. Before she returned I disrobed and climbed into the vacant side of her double bed. In the dim light she saw I was there and climbed back into bed, as though I had never been absent. With only her nightdress between us she said I felt cold and pulled me close to take her warmth while I prepared myself to take much more.
After rolling up her nightdress we experienced each other’s total nakedness. We embraced and caressed. I slid my hands downwards to her soft thighs and parted the labium lips to torment her clitoris while she clasped my erection. I slowed her fondling of me as involuntary secretions were lubricating the palm of her hand and giving me increased excitement. I had to prolong the act as far as possible so I engaged her in whispered conversation while I continued fondling her.
Discussing sexual matters was no longer taboo. She always knew when I found the right spot but had never known it as her clitoris. She was just glad there was somewhere for me to shoot my seed and longed for the feeling of semen spurting into her. She said she knew the night when Alison was conceived because her husband’s semen had shot to the top!
Violet’s quickened breathing soon rendered further conversation impossible. She lost her grip on me and had just enough energy to encourage me over onto her as she spread her legs without a word being uttered. My semen was dripping enough to anoint her vulva with the most natural lubrication.
“I’ve dreamed of this day Stephen. I want you. Put some fingers in. There’s been nothing in me for years.”
“Will you let me kiss you?” I replied.
“But You are kissing me.”
“No. I mean down there.”
“Can you stand doing that? It’s a horrible hole.”
My presumption was proven. Her husband had never gone down on her. “It’s not just a hole. For me it’s like sampling a freshly prised oyster.”
Violet’s bulging belly was evidence she’d never regained her figure after childbirth. It was firm and muscular causing her vulva to appear more to the rear. I slid down under the sheets to kneel between her feet and moved upwards while I lifted her legs over my shoulders. She never flinched.
I embraced her rump and engaged with her labial lips. I benefited by knowing she had bathed the night before as my tongue explored and found her prepuce. I drew her clitoris from its hiding place and immediately she began to react.
“Please come back up to me.” She was almost incoherent. My action was a shock to her system.
“You brought me on so quick. I felt scared.”
“Good. It proves you have nothing wrong down there. Now we’ll lay and play.”
“You are enormous! My husband was never this big!”
“Then I must make you big enough to take me. That’s were all the fun is. I’ll make you big enough to suck me in and drain me! That’s what a man yearns for.”
“The flavour on your lips: is that what I taste like down there?”
“It is. The taste of a freshly prised oyster.’ We caressed and spoke in whispered tones.
“Now I know why my husband was crazy about the things. I feel guilty about never letting him do it. Then I’m not sure if he could’ve faced it like you. I once told him I wanted you.”
“Then our dreams have been realised. I’m laying with you now and imagining Alison and when I’m with Alison, I imagine her as you. The two of you have become one: you each taste and feel the same but you orgasm quite differently. You come on very quickly, which is good, while Alison can’t wait for me so fingers herself to a climax.”
“Stephen; you’ll soon have to fuck me. Your talking is bringing me on really strong.”
Violet’s sudden profanity was lyrical but we had finished with words. All this time I’d been gently fondling her with three fingers in the mouth of her vagina to encourage a gaping entrance. She was still a little restrictive from years of abstinence. I lifted myself over her torso, taking all the weight on my outstretched arms to prop myself clear of her protruding belly. “Alice! Please guide me. This is it!”
I was barely into her before giving all I had but we made it together. I held my position until her breathing settled, before kissing her and slumping to her side to recover.
"I do love you’ she said softly, ‘I felt you shoot to the top!"
During the coming months we developed routines as I flitted between mother and daughter. When Alison was given the all clear by the consultant we gradually returned to our loving bond. I kept mother happy with her every need and even engaged the use of an ejaculating dildoe. Surprisingly, Violet came to enjoy the toy phallus.
Months bloomed into years as we passed the milestones of birthdays. The periods between our passionate liaisons became longer, sometimes two months or more, until we arrived at Violet’s ninety second birthday. On the very morning she asked me to stay after taking breakfast to her in bed.
By the time breakfast was over we were alone in the house. We began our well-practiced routine, culminating in a totally exhausting fulfilment for Violet. But I sensed something was different as she turned to me and said quietly, “I think we should let well done alone.” It had been almost sixteen years to the day since the first occasion and this was the last.
Over the years, Violet had often mentioned presentiments. This very old and little used expression meant vague thoughts of foreboding situations; something she had witnessed with her acquaintances. She had experienced her own personal presentiment and slowly, but noticeably, she became weaker and spent long periods resting. In due course, she needed full-time nursing so I gave her the care she was due and did so until she slipped gently away in February 2001.