Mother Daughter Roleplay
By Jmilesd4
Tags: Erotica, Roleplay, Lesbian, Mother-Daughter Fantasy, Voyeurism, Diary, Oral, Squirting, Consensual, Taboo
Megan stood in the shower, warm water cascading over her, her hand lingering between her thighs, soaping her skin. The memory of Jason’s thrusts lingered, his “big brother” roleplay driving her to multiple orgasms just minutes ago. She’d stripped the soaked sheets to hide the evidence before her husband could return. Drying off, she wiped steam from the mirror, studying her reflection. Her 40-something body held up—small, perky breasts still firm, toned from yoga and kegels. A blush lingered from her earlier climax.
Naked, she basked in the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. The house was silent. She tiptoed to her daughter Becca’s room, graduating soon and college-bound. Megan envied Becca’s carefree life. The room was oddly tidy for a teenager’s. Opening the nightstand, Megan pulled out Becca’s diary, settling onto the unmade bed to read.
She found the entry about Becca’s sleepover at Tammi’s, her friend since fourth grade. The vivid description of their sexual exploration—Tammi’s taste, her sensitive nipples under Becca’s tongue—sent Megan’s hand sliding down her stomach. Imagining the girls kissing, grinding their bare pussies, Megan climaxed hard, soaking the sheets. Catching her breath, she stripped Becca’s bed, then her son’s cum-crusted sheets, tossing them into the wash with her own.
Pausing, she picked up a photo from Becca’s desk: Becca and Tammi in bikinis at the beach. Covering Becca’s image, Megan studied Tammi’s body, her blonde hair, her curves. A stranger might mistake Tammi for Megan’s daughter.
A month later, post-graduation parties had faded. It was Saturday morning. Megan’s husband and son were camping, not back until Sunday. Becca was five hours away, helping her boyfriend move into his dorm. Megan stared at her phone, rereading her text to Tammi: “Hi Tammi, Becca’s mom here. I have something to talk about. Can you come over today? Don’t tell Becca, it’s a secret.” She added a winking emoji, took a deep breath, and hit send. Pouring a glass of wine despite the early hour, she felt a rush. Tammi’s reply came fast: “I’ll be there in 10 mins” with a raised eyebrow emoji.
Megan gulped her wine, refilled it, and checked her reflection. Her hair and makeup were perfect, her borrowed orange jumper—Becca’s—clinging braless to her body, electrifying her. Tammi let herself in, calling “hello” as she entered the kitchen in cutoff shorts and a threadbare t-shirt, nipples poking through. “Hey, isn’t that Becca’s?” Tammi asked, pointing at the jumper.
Megan laughed, brushing her nipple subtly. “Yeah, I was in an orange mood. Your life makes me jealous, Tammi. I hope you rub off on Becca.” She watched for a reaction, but Tammi gave nothing away. “My mom wishes I were more like Becca—focused, driven,” Tammi said, shrugging. She shared her post-graduation plan: a summer of freedom, then admin work at her dad’s dealership, community college, and eventually sales, leveraging her flirtatious charm.
Megan slid her wine glass to Tammi, who sipped, leaving matching lipstick marks. “College would’ve been wasted on me,” Tammi admitted, then clapped her hands over her mouth. “Oh, please don’t tell Becca, but I barely graduated because of a teacher with… questionable morals.”
Megan giggled, touching Tammi’s hand. “I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.” Tammi smiled, unfazed. Megan took another sip, setting the glass before Tammi. “I was in Becca’s room, looking around—don’t judge, all moms do it. I found a photo of you two. You act and look more like me than Becca does.” She placed the folded photo on the counter, showing only Tammi in her bikini. “I wondered if you share my… interests.”
Tammi’s gaze lingered on the photo, her pussy throbbing as she recalled fingering Becca in the ocean after that picture. Did Megan know? She sipped the wine. Megan leaned closer, hand on Tammi’s back. “I enjoy consensual extracurricular activities with like-minded people, everything clearly communicated.”
“Yes,” Tammi whispered, kissing Megan’s lips, a jolt of electricity hitting her. This was different from kissing peers. Megan took Tammi’s hands. “The best part? Upstairs, don’t call me Mrs. Thompson or Megan. Call me…”
“Mommy!” Tammi interrupted, eyes wide. “Holy fuck, that’s hot!” They kissed again, Tammi’s taboo desires unleashed. They headed upstairs, pausing as Tammi pulled toward Becca’s room. Megan relented. Inside, Tammi stripped off her t-shirt, and Megan’s jumper fell away. Topless, they kissed, nipples brushing.
Megan kissed down Tammi’s body, lingering on her nipples until she moaned, then teased her clit with her breath. “Ask me,” Megan said.
“Please, mommy,” Tammi stammered, “lick my pussy… please.” Megan dove in, her tongue exploring the same folds as Becca’s, driven wild by Tammi’s “yes, mommy” cries. In Becca’s bed, the taboo intensified. “I’m going to make you cum,” Megan said, sliding two fingers into Tammi’s wet pussy, lips on her clit. Tammi pinched her own nipples, her body tensing.
“Cum for mommy,” Megan urged. Tammi screamed, “Yes, mommy, I’m cumming!” Her body spasmed, juices flowing as Megan lapped them up. Sliding up, Megan kissed Tammi deeply. “Your turn,” she ordered.
“I’ve never done this, mommy,” Tammi lied playfully, eyeing Megan’s bald, swollen pussy. She suckled Megan’s clit, fingers exploring, marveling at Megan’s confidence. “You’re such a good girl,” Megan moaned. “When I cum, I’ll squirt. Keep it in your mouth, don’t swallow.”
Tammi nodded, working faster. Megan groaned, “Don’t stop… good girl!” She squirted, streams hitting Tammi’s mouth and face. Tammi caught as much as she could, fingers still working. Megan pulled her up, kissing her, the liquid spilling over their chins and breasts, soaking the sheets.
They collapsed, Tammi nestling against Megan’s breast. “Was that okay?” Megan whispered.
“So okay… Mommy,” Tammi murmured.
“Want to do it again, maybe go further?”
Tammi propped up, meeting Megan’s gaze. “Anything, anywhere, anytime. Just keep it our secret.”
“I promise,” Megan said. “Maybe I’ll invite someone else to join us.”
“Not your husband?” Tammi teased.
“Ha, not him. But someone,” Megan grinned.
