All Novel Sweet
7
Although it was clear that Fiona was drunk, she wasn’t passing out or losing control of herself. Annabelle put the kettle on and filled a large glass with water. It was just gone nine-fifteen, there was time to sober her mother up enough for her to know and feel what was happening.
“Here, drink this now, and I’ll make you a coffee, I want you to watch the ten o’clock news with me.”
“Okay, darling,” slurred Fiona, “anything you say.”
Annabelle kissed her affectionately on the forehead, watched her drink the water, and poured her a mug of strong black filter coffee. She added a splash of cold water to the mug, so that her mother could drink it more or less straight away. Fiona shook her head, miraculously the loosely structured bun in her hair was still in place. Annabelle was so turned on by her that she wanted to fuck her now, but she knew she had to be patient.
“So, tell me all about it mother, you must have felt elated when the verdict was delivered?”
Fiona’s head was beginning to clear and she was already sounding more lucid than when she’d arrived home.
“God yes, it was touch and go as you know. She had actually struck him with her truncheon, twice according to witnesses; I’m glad I persuaded her to confess to it in her testimony, because she would have been in big trouble if she’d been exposed as a liar. We were able to present her as an inexperienced young officer, following the orders of a much more experienced colleague. Witnesses actually heard him shout at her to hit him, so we presented her as this young feminine creature, wearing high heels and red nail varnish, who wouldn’t have been capable of hitting anyone hard. Dreadfully sexist I’m afraid, but thankfully it worked, because it could have gone either way.”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.
“What will happen to her now?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, will she still be able to be a police officer?”
“She would have faced a disciplinary investigation and hearing, but she’s going to resign, she realises that there’s no future for her in the police force now. How was the mood at your chambers?”
“Subdued, but no one really expected him to be found not guilty, they’re talking about a possible appeal though.”
“Then they’re being very optimistic, I can’t see any grounds for appeal, but we’ll see?”
Fiona had finished her coffee, and Annabelle thought about making her another, when her mother uncrossed her legs; the hem of her skirt pulled taut across her thighs, just an inch above the beginnings of her stocking tops. Annabelle felt a surge of erotic arousal, she moved over to her mother and sat on her lap facing her, her legs spread wide in her skin tight jeans. She bent her head and kissed her mother on the lips. Fiona was receptive at first, but, when she realised that it was more than an affectionate kiss, she turned her head away, and admonished her daughter.
“Annie no, no don’t do that.”
“Come on Mummy, you know you want me to really.”
“No, no let me up please.”
Fiona got up slowly and stood in front of the kitchen window, sucking in air, with both hands on the worktop. It was pitch black outside, she could see Annabelle’s reflection as she moved in behind her and put both of her arms around her waist. She felt her daughter nuzzle the nape of her neck, a shiver travelled down her spine and into her pussy. Annabelle sensed her mother’s arousal, so she cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples. For a moment, it felt to Annabelle as though Fiona had stopped resisting, she felt her mother melt back into her embrace, she slowly moved her right hand down over Fiona’s abdomen and made ready to press her fingers against her mother’s pussy, but Fiona grabbed her wrist and turned away from her in one movement.
Fiona stepped further away from her daughter, her head was still thick with alcohol but she knew that this was a watershed moment; it had been coming for months: half of her wanted to put a complete stop to Annabelle’s sexual advances, to do the right and moral thing, to have the mindset of a normal, responsible mother, to say no, never, to go off to bed, on her own; the other half wanted to fall into an erotic, incestuous abyss, to surrender at last to her alluring, seductive daughter, to feel her fingers plunging into her cunt, to be fucked and made to come by her own daughter.
She was still waiting to know which way the dice would fall as Annabelle approached her. She had time to turn and make her way out of the kitchen and upstairs to bed, but she felt trapped by her daughter’s alluring gaze and couldn’t move away from her. Annabelle took hold of her wrists and pushed her back against the freezer door, then she forced her arms behind her back and tried to kiss her again. Fiona was surprised by her daughter’s strength, Annabelle was pressing into her, the top of her right thigh against her pubic mound.
Fiona’s head turned from side to side as she tried to avoid her daughter’s lips.
“No Annie, no, stop it please.”
“Let me kiss you mother, I can tell from the way you’re breathing that you want me to.”
“No, no Annie, I don’t, I don’t. Let me go please.”
Annabelle was leaning against Fiona’s right flank, she trapped her mother’s right arm between their bodies, but still gripped her left wrist with her right hand. Then, with her free left hand, she took a tight hold of her mother’s loose bun and tilted her head back, so that she was looking up at her, and unable to turn her head away. They breathed hard into each other’s mouths for several seconds, then Annabelle’s lips closed over her mother’s and she kissed her long and sumptuously. Gradually, the soft, warm moist feel of her daughter’s lips overcame Fiona’s resistance, she parted her own lips slightly and her daughter’s tongue slipped between them and into her mouth.
Fiona kissed her daughter with a passion, their tongues and mouths danced together in a slow soft swirl. Her pussy flooded with arousal; but even as she surrendered to her daughter, Fiona tried to cling to the rapidly fading notion that she might still be able to resist. Annabelle, though, was sure that she’d won her prize, but she wanted to be absolutely certain.
Still kissing her mother, she reached behind her and gripped her left wrist with her left hand so that her right hand was free. Then she started to unbutton her mother’s blouse. Fiona broke their kiss and made a breathless plea.
“Annie, no please don’t do that, kissing you was lovely, but we must stop now.”
Annabelle stayed silent, she knew that she was in control, she unbuttoned her mother’s blouse down to the waistband of her miniskirt. She eased the blouse over her shoulders, so that she could see her mother’s glorious breasts, nestling together in her black balcony bra. She massaged her mother’s breasts and pinched her rock hard nipples. Still Fiona was pinned against the freezer door and couldn’t escape her daughter’s clutches.
Fiona began to breathe heavily, she moaned with pleasure. Her body began to relax, Annabelle kissed her again, and massaged her breasts at the same time. She let go of her mother’s wrist and Fiona let her arms fall to her waist; a sign of her complete surrender. Slowly, as they continued to kiss, Annabelle let her right hand fall between them to caress her mother’s stomach, before stroking it down over the material of her miniskirt and letting it rest on her pussy. She probed the material of her mother’s skirt and pressed her strong fingers into her mound.
Fiona gasped, then kissed her daughter hungrily, by now she was deeply aroused by the incestuous thoughts racing the rough her mind, and she knew there was no way back. After kissing her mother passionately, and massaging her pussy for the best part of a minute, Annabelle eased herself away from her, and took two steps back. Fiona stood leaning against the freezer with her blouse still tucked into her skirt and draping around her hips; the cuffs were still buttoned at her wrists. Annabelle thought that she looked so very sexy and fuckable in her dishevelled state; her auburn hair now hanging loosely about her shoulders.
They looked into each other’s smouldering eyes for a long time, then Fiona moved slowly towards her daughter as she spoke.
“Okay Annabelle, you win, I can’t resist you any longer, I’ll let you fuck me… I want you to fuck me, fuck me… darling please fuck your Mummy.”
Annabelle had never seen her mother look as seductive as she did right now. Her pussy clenched with intense desire for the woman standing in front of her; almost touching her, but not quite. Fiona had never wanted sex with anyone as much as she wanted it with her daughter now. She had fallen into the abyss and there was no way out. Her head still swam with the effects of alcohol, but she’d never been more sure of what she wanted.
Annabelle felt a surge of arousal at her mother’s words, all of the flirting, the pursuit, the long relentless seduction, was over. She took hold of her mother’s hand and led her into the lounge as the opening theme of the ten o’clock news began to play.
She removed her mother’s blouse and bra, pushed her down onto the settee, propped her head up on a cushion so that she could see the tv, then she laid on top of her and kissed her. She opened Fiona’s legs; as the news report started, Annabelle reached under her mother’s miniskirt and ran her hand over her stocking tops. Fiona groaned and opened her legs wider, just as film footage of the headline stories was being shown. As her daughter’s hand made contact with her wet panty gusset, she saw herself on screen, on the court steps, reading out the statement. Annabelle slipped her hand inside the leg of her mother’s panties, and pressed the heel of her palm against her clitoris, her fingers probed her cunt.