Ozark: Mother Knows Best (Patreon)

A long day led to a long night. When Wendy finally awoke, her sleep-fogged mind struggled with the unfamiliarity of her bed. Then she saw Charlotte’s body next to her and realized her daughter had once more slept under the same blanket as her.

For a long time Wendy simply stared at the ceiling, her eyes following the nonsense patterns of the plaster while she thought of the turmoil of the past few days. She needed to talk to someone besides the inside of her own skull.

Turning on her side, Wendy propped her head on her hand and spoke to Charlotte’s back.

“Honey, are you awake?”

“Yeah—I’m awake. And don’t bother telling me your problems. I fell asleep worrying about them too.”

Wendy grimaced. “You come up with anything? I haven’t.”

“You need to broaden your horizons, Mom… get your blood pumping again. That’s the only thing that will pull you and Dad back together.”

“And how do you figure that?”

Charlotte shrugged. “Easy. You’re paranoid, desperate… that frightens guys off. You need the strength and confidence to get him to invest in you. And you need independence. Dad needs to know that if he isn’t there for you, you can find someone else.”

“Are you suggesting I should have an affair?” Wendy demanded, unable to believe what she was hearing. But for all her shock at her daughter’s words, she couldn’t pick away at the sense they were making.

“Why not? I know he needs you to be a mother and a maid and a chef and a sounding board, but what he wants is for you to be a slut. Every guy wants a girl who can’t get enough of his dick.”

“Charlotte,” Wendy gaped, “you’re… much more grown up than I had realized.”

“Try going to high school. It’s pretty obvious there. I mean, you were a virgin when you married Dad, right?”

“More or less.”

“So you never really learned to do more besides lie there and take it, since you didn’t want to screw up what you had going with him?”

A blush spread over Wendy’s features. “I… I… I’ve tried different things…” Charlotte turned over, giving her a piercing stare. “But not that many,” she admitted.

“Well, there you go. The only way you’re going to hold onto Dad is to remind him of what he’ll miss if you’re gone. And the best way to do that is learn a few new tricks.”

“But I couldn’t… I…”

Charlotte couldn’t suppress a wicked laugh. “Mom, it’s not like you do it. You put yourself out there and let someone do it to you. See what happens.”

The wheels spun in Wendy’s mind. Everything Charlotte had told her seemed to make sense, fit together. Her only reluctance came from fear. “No, honey, I couldn’t… not here, in our home… I couldn’t do that and then face him…”

“Then take off. Go somewhere else. Tell him you need some me-time.”

“I suppose I could go somewhere with Ruth…”

Charlotte’s face lit up with excitement, her twisting on the bed making the mattress bounce her. “Now that’s the ticket! She’s probably been dreaming of you trying her out.”

They hugged in excitement at their new, thrilling secret. Wendy almost felt like shedding tears in gratitude for her daughter’s striking advice. It all sounded so simple and direct, but implications that spiraled out into the unknown.

Wendy shook her fingers. “I’m all nerves, Charlotte. I don’t know how to start.”

Charlotte looked at her mother pensively. “Start right here.”

“Here?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

Wendy stared to the point of gawking. She would’ve thought she’d be shocked by such a suggestion, but no surprise came to her. This seemed as inevitable as the whole secretive plan that Charlotte had outlined.

“But sweetie, that’s… it’s…”

“Incest? Can you think of a better way to get outside your comfort zone?”

That said, Charlotte moved towards her mother’s, slowly, tentatively, monitoring each emotion that flickered over Wendy’s face before allowing their lips to brush together. Slowly she pressed her mouth to Wendy’s, her tongue circling over the pearly smoothness of her teeth.

For once Wendy simply reacted, not judging or considering, but only tasting the pure experience offered by Charlotte’s sweet, plump lips. Then as easily as she had accepted the kiss, she returned it, her tongue coming out to touch Charlotte’s for as much friction as the two could produce.

Soon their tongues writhed together in avid desire, lips sucking frantically at lips, their hands rising to join in on the passion that had only been expressed orally up to now.

Wendy quickly sank into the unrepentant eroticism of feeling her daughter’s soft, feminine body. She ran her hands over Charlotte’s beautifully rounded flesh, so perfect a reminder of her own once-young contours, it was like touching herself as she had once been.

Moans of pure delight spilled from both mother and daughter as they clutched each other tighter. Charlotte couldn’t contain the fires raging inside her, lit by the friction of her mother’s fingers exploring her receptive skin. She rose up and straddled Wendy’s trembling body, trapping her mother’s hips in the grip of her toned thighs.

Charlotte pressed down until their womanhoods met, a spark flying as their mounds came together. Instantly she was awash with the flow of her aroused juices and she felt the same sensation greeting her in Wendy’s wet sex. Their cries became loud and fierce as their bodies slowly ground together. The pounding rhythm of their mutual pleasure spiraled out into the sky, enticing them for more. It was far too good for any second thoughts to catch up to.

Wendy shuddered in anticipation, Charlotte’s body slithering down her own waiting flesh. Her daughter’s lips leaving a gleaming trail of kiss from her neck to her aching tits. Charlotte’s tongue circled the stiff nipples, teasing them into further hardness before sucking them inside her warm mouth. Enjoying the taste they yielded as she’d once enjoyed her mother’s milk as a babe.

Charlotte flitted from one breast to the other, pulling at both of Wendy’s nipples to turn either tit into a heaving mass of sheer bliss. Wendy felt a raw passion that she’d thought must be restricted to her loins now summoned up to the swells of her cleavage. Then, as if to balance out the lacking heat between her legs, Charlotte lowered her hand, slotting her fingers into the tight vee of her mother’s soaking groin.

Wendy jolted as high voltage seemed to arc from where her daughter’s mouth was pleasing her to where devilish fingers were satisfying her. Her hips rocked uncontrollably, the motion building rapidly. She could not help but respond to Charlotte’s knowing caresses.

“OOOOHHH!” Wendy mewled haplessly, a willing slave to her skyrocketing urges. “Yes, YESSS!”

Charlotte’s lips, as wet as they were hot, moved down the supple curves of Wendy’s chest, then along the soft plains of her belly. Kisses trailed down the tender sweeps of Wendy’s figure—lingered in a tonguing appraisal of her belly button. Wendy’s thighs were opened by a gentle, knowing touch. Her legs seemed to float out of the way, exposing the damp cleft of her sex.

Crawling between Wendy’s thighs, her daughter’s hands sampled the satiny fullness of Wendy’s thighs. Her tongue picked up the journey it had started, going through Wendy’s pubic hair until it mustered a cry of zealous delight. Having reached the taste they sought, Charlotte’s lips worked at the folds of Wendy’s cunt, entering it with short, deft licks of her skilled tongue.

“OOOOHHH GODD!” Wendy crooned. “Yes! Do it, baby, I want it! Lick me there! Give me that gorgeous tongue!”

She lost herself in wanton enjoyment of whatever her daughter wanted to do to her. Charlotte’s tongue, tantalizing and fulfilling, raged inside her twitching labia. It fucked frantically inside her, not allowing Wendy’s clit to escape the searing wave of feeling, and Wendy drowned in her welling delight.

The sensations kept going and going, far past the point where the paroxysms of orgasm would’ve normally spelled an end to Wendy’s rapture. Charlotte’s touch danced over her ecstatic bud, cajoling it with flickers of touch that only a woman could know felt so good. Then the time for teasing was at an end and Charlotte’s tongue dove into the seething want of Wendy’s sex, tasting directly the rich juices that Wendy’s very joy was producing.

Wendy couldn’t control her urges, not at all, not anymore. Her body writhed twistingly under how perfectly her daughter’s tongue played with it. “Oh God! Charlotte! Your body, I want your body! I want to bury my face in your sweet pussy… taste you… make your cunt as wet as mine is!”

“Yes, Mommy, taste my pussy, taste how wet you’ve made me!”

Suddenly Charlotte reversed positions, her legs coming up to straddle her mother’s face. Her thighs opened wide, exposing the glistening pink need of her womanhood to Wendy’s more-than-appreciative gaze.

Wendy looked greedily upon the moist petals of her daughter’s wonderfully formed sex, vivid pink lips ringed by downy blonde hair. She drank in the aroma, savoring the lust she smelled in it. Then she moved to capture with her tongue what her nose had tempted her with.

She moved unsteadily at first, her tongue experimentally touching itself to Charlotte’s clit. Timidly she moved her tongue from the bottom of the little bud to the top. Then again, again, increasing her tempo with each lap while her daughter’s flesh jerked and throbbed with bodily approval.

“Oh Mom, yes, harder Mom! Lick me harder! Suck my pussy… suck it until I come!”

Wendy stiffened her tongue and pushed it deep into her daughter’s hotly flowing sex. The sweet taste of pure girl filled her mouth for the first time ever. Wendy was left dizzy with the intoxicating pleasure of making love to a woman.

She went wild. Frantically she bobbed her head between her daughter’s churning thighs, grinding her chin against Charlotte’s clit while her tongue ran in and out of the girl’s clenching sex.

“I love your pussy, Charlotte, I love your sweet little pussy!” Wendy was a lusting mess now, her tongue lunching in phallic strokes, desperate for the sound of her daughter’s muffled cries swimming out from between her own thighs. “God yes! Drown me! Drown me with how hard you come!”

She lapped frantically, bathing her face in her daughter’s cream, swallowing as much as was washed over her face. Finally, Charlotte collapsed against her mother. She was only able to roll off and invert herself with her need to kiss Wendy—the contact long and soulful between them.

“That was incredible, Mommy,” she gasped in complete satisfaction.

“It was lovely,” Wendy agreed.

“And now it’s your turn!”