Meet the Alisons

The following story is fictional and not based on any real persons or events. All characters are 18+ and of the age of consent

Jessica Alison flopped down onto her couch after unloading the last bit of groceries she had just spent the last 4 hours shopping around for. Typically, her weekly errands would only take a couple of hours, but today's shopping trip had included all the extra supplies she would need for Erin's graduation party.

Even still, she was exceptionally drained, nearly 20 years of shopping for school trips, birthday parties, and the like had accustomed her to extended shopping days. However, the knowledge that this would be one of the last events she planned for her daughter added an extra mental toll to the whole ordeal.

Looking over from her spot on the couch, Jessica looked at their family memory board. A collage of photos and knick-knacks she and her daughter used to keep track of the years spent together. There were the usual bits, baby photos, first school day pictures, old children's drawings, but as the board approached the present, the mementos became more specific. Trophies from Erin's high school track competitions, pictures from Jessica's 40th birthday celebration two years prior, copies of Erin's art pieces submitted to competitions, and the wall painted the picture of their life together, with the large portion being from the past year.

Jessica found her eyes drawn to two pictures in particular. The first an old photo of her, her daughter, and her wife, Melani. It was one of the oldest ones from the day they first bought their new house. Melani holding little Erin, and Jessica holding her late wife. She passed only a few years after that photo, and not a day went by that Jessica didn't think about all the pictures on this wall she should be in, but wasn't. The other photo in question was far more recent but impactful for different reasons.

It was a picture of Jessica and Erin in a dress shop, it was when they were shopping for a prom dress for her and her friends. Not wanting to miss such an important moment, Jessica took tons of pictures that day, but she wished this one had never been taken. In the photo, Erin was wearing a blue dress with a scooped neckline and a slit skirt.

As Erin had grown older, she took more after her mother, Melani. Her dirty blond hair and green eyes, her rounded face and nose. In that dress, they looked almost the same to Jessica, because that dress was a perfect replica of the same one Melani had worn the night Jessica proposed. When Jessica saw Erin in that dress, her hands shook, for all she could see was her lost lover. One of Erin's friends had to take the picture. The girls had interpreted Jessica's hesitation as wanting to be in the photo, but in truth, Jessica was simply stunned for a moment. As a result, she ended up in the picture with her daughter holding her, holding her the same way she used to hold her wife in pictures together.

It wasn't even the dress Erin ended up going to prom in; it was just a random try-on in the heat of the moment. For some reason, when Erin put up her prom dress photo, she put that one next to it. "I just like the way we look in it," her words were, and no amount of persuasion on Jessica's end convinced her to take it down. Ever since that day, something had been happening to Jessica, a feeling she just couldn't explain, or more importantly, get rid of.

She didn't look at her daughter the same anymore. Times when she checked her daughter's face for flair-ups or makeup mistakes, she now found her gaze lingering on her lips. She missed things Erins said, focusing on the small specs of blue in her eyes. Small arguments about what she wore out with her friends had dried up as outfits that she once criticized for too much cleavage or shorts that weren't nearly long enough, she now found herself wanting her daughter to wear more for her own satisfaction. The way her jeans sat on her hips, how her crop tops stopped just below her breast, god, the joggers she would wear to track practice. Sometimes she would lecture her daughter about an outfit just to disguise the reason she had stared so long at it.

On days she arrived early to pick her up from track practice, her thoughts would wander as her eyes roved over Erin's body from afar. Fantasies that increased not just in frequency but intensity as she imagined more scenarios that included taking those clothes off of Erin.

It wasn't just her looks, either; her laugh had the same snort Melani's had, the expressions she made when she was frustrated or happy, or being a smartass. Her voice when they would sing songs in the car together. It made her think of other sounds Jessica had never heard her daughter make. The oohs, aahs, and gasps she wanted her daughter to make for her.

As her thoughts continued to spiral, sitting on her couch, Jessica's hands slowly moved toward the waist of her jeans. She barely registered her unzipping the garments and pushing them down to free her extra part. Someone had been enjoying the show her mind had put on, and wanted in on the fun. She quickly glanced at the window at the far end of the living room to make sure it was closed before fully freeing her cock as she pushed her pants the rest of the way down to her knees.

Her dick was quickly approaching its full mast as her fantasy took shape. Erin struggling to get a particularly stubborn piece of athletic wear off after practice, the look in her eyes when she turns to Jessica for help getting the shirt off. The feel of her skin as she helped Erin remove her top, then joggers, until she was standing in her panties and bra, all the while finding an excuse to press more of her sweat-covered body against Jessica's skin. The way she would whisper to her to keep going as she took off more of her daughter's unnecessary clothes, and as Erin started to help her out on her own.

Then the kiss was slow at first, hesitant, then confident, then hungry as Jessica raced to have the same amount of clothes on the floor as her daughter. In reality, Jessica's hands were already working her aroused member as she sat on the couch, legs spread at the knees, her ankles bound by her forgotten jeans, practiced strokes with both hands, her right one caressing her glands as her left gripped her base.

In her vision, she saw herself trailing kisses down Erin's neck and collarbone on a trail to one of her still pink nipples. Her ears attuned to the small gasp and hitches of breath her daughter made for her. Her hands on her hips as her thumbs rubbed circles into the crease of her thighs that used to be occupied by her panties, now forgotten on her bedroom floor. The taste of sweat on her skin as Jessica finally latches onto her

right nipple, accompanied by more sounds of ecstasy from Erin's mouth.

Jessica went from her right nipple to the left, then quickly made her way back up the other side of her daughter's neck to make sure both sides of her upper body were cared for. Her mouth returned to her daughters, bringing back all the tastes she had acquired along her trip. By this point, Jessica was nude above the waist in her vision, while in reality her shirt had been pushed up over her large breasts to let them breathe as her body got hotter. The villainous jeans of her imaginary self a necessary evil as she pulled away from her daughter's lips, leaving a clear trail of saliva connecting them, and whispered with half-lidded eyes, "Your turn, baby." The statement voiced like a command, and Erin obeyed.

Erin slowly left her own trail of kisses and hickeys on her mother's neck and chest as she made her way down, not veering right or left as she passed through the valley that was Jessica's cleavage. For this was a fantasy, and in Jessica's fantasy, Erin knew exactly where she was supposed to go. The young girl left her mother's darker nipples untouched as her mouth left one last kiss just above her mother's navel and lowered her face till it was at the same height as her waist.

With fingers only so deft in a dream, Erin's hands quickly undid her mother's zipper, the button on her pants coming undone with an audible pop. Gripping the waistband with both hands, Erin lowered the pants against the force of a very much alert phallus as Jessica's cock sprang free of its confines and lightly tapped Erin's cheek.

With the location of Jessica's pants mirrored in the fantasy and the real world, Erin looked up at her mother's face, and special addition. Jessica, with her lips parted in heavy breathing and eyes locked on Erin in an almost predatory fashion, she nodded quickly, urging Erin to start her task. Without breaking eye contact, Erin opened her mouth and lapped the base of Jessica's cock, the top of her crown once, twice, three times, the way Jessica knew she would, the way Melani had, the way Jessica loved for its view and hated for the way it delayed Erin's lips wrapping around her prick.

By this point, Jessica was a hot mess. Sitting on her couch, precum leaking down from her tip, lubing the work her right hand was doing as it jacked up and down on her cock. A trail of pre making its way to her plum-sized balls that were preoccupied with her left hand's attention. The combination of her daughter's figure and her late wife's actions in her head pushed her further towards release. So focused on her task that only a miracle allowed her to hear the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway.

As the car's engine turned off, her thoughts came to a screeching halt as she froze mid-act. By the time she heard the sound of the car door opening, she was frantically trying to stuff her dick back into her jeans. The erection she worked up too stubborn to leave. Jessica quickly tucked her dick into her waist, in such a way that the head stuck up over the band, then pulled her shirt down, masking it and her shame. The alternative was to shove the member down her pant leg, which in her current state would all but guarantee whoever was coming knew exactly what she had just been up to.

Running to the bathroom in the front door hallway to wash her hands of pre and check the mirror to make sure none had stained her pants in a way that required explanation, Jessica splashed some cold water on her face to help her body calm down. At this point, she could hear the front door giving way to someone with a house key, confirming the person entering as none other than her daughter, Erin.

"Mom, I'm back," Erin said, followed by the sound of bags being set down and Erin removing her shoes.

"Hey, jelly bean, one sec, I'm washing my hands!" Drying her hands off on a nearby towel and looking in the mirror as she tried to regain some semblance of composure. Walking out of the bathroom, Jessica was greeted with the sight of her beautiful daughter dressed in a low-cut shirt and denim shorts. After sighting her mother, Erin smiled and started in for a hug, seeing that Jessica took a step back.

"Sorry, sweetie, my hands are still wet."

"It's fine, I'm kinda sweaty anyway," closing the distance before Jessica could respond, Erin wrapped her arms around her mother, bringing the two together. Feeling Erin's arms wrapped around her was both a welcome and dangerous sensation. Jessica leaned into her daughter a bit, not wanting to let their waists touch lest Erin feel the bulge in her waistband. Despite the aforementioned issues, Erin was still her daughter, and Jessica was glad her daughter hadn't outgrown her mother's hugs. At this point, Jessica took notice of the other young woman standing by her front door.

She had raven black hair and was wearing a loose white cardigan over a black shirt and shorts the same color as her top. A red and black striped hairpin kept her long hair out of her face.

"Hey, Valarie, how are you doing?" Jessica asked.

"I'm great, Miss A, just a bit frustrated. Erin would rather draw clothes on her characters than try them on herself."

Breaking their embrace, Erin rolled her eyes and pointed an accusing finger at her friend.

"I told you, copic markers are expensive, and sales are rare, Val."

"Same for Victoria's Secret"

"Except I use one of those things all the time and the other never," Erin shot back.

Valarie crossed her arms, muttering, "Another problem we need to work on."

Erin sighed at her friend, then looked back to her mother, "Hey, Mom, Val's gonna hang out here for a few hours, she doesn't have any plans, and we're both gonna go to Stephanie's grad party later anyway."

Jessica cursed inwardly, hoping the two were just stopping by for a bit. "Sure thing, does Helen know where she is?"

"She knows Vals with me. I talked to her for a bit when I picked her up. She said to tell you hi and asked if you were still coming over tomorrow to help her with cleaning the pool."

Jessica had almost forgotten about the plans she had made with Helen earlier that week.

"Yeah, I'll call her to let her know in a minute. What time is Steph's party again?"

"8 o'clock," Erin answered as she turned to pick up the bags she placed earlier. "It's 5 something right now, so Val and I will leave in like 3 hours or so." Jessica crossed her arms and fixed Erin with a questioning look as she turned back around.

"And what time are you gonna be home?" Jessica said.

"Midnight probably," Erin said with an exasperated expression.

"And what will you do if you stay later?" Jessica questioned

"Call you," Erin sighed.

"And if alcohol gets involved?"

"I'll text you if we need a ride, ok."

"Exactly," Jessica said with a self-satisfied expression.

"And if we crash, I'll be sure to let you know from beyond the grave," Jessica's eyes went wide with an irritated expression. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, Mom, I promise I'll call if anything happens, ok?" Erin said as she paired the statement with puppy dog eyes.

Jessica sighed, "You're lucky I don't want Val to go alone, otherwise you would be staying home, little miss smartass," Jessica said as she stepped to the side to let the girls walk up the stairs.

"Thanks, Mom, we'll be in my room if you need anything." Erin went to rush past her mother, but stopped and gave Jessica a quick peck on the cheek

"I love you Mom."

Jessica quickly shoved down the feeling stirring in her and said with a smile, "Love you too," she said as the girls went up the stairs to drop off their bags in Erin's room.

Jesica stood there for a moment, thinking about her daughter and how proud she was of her. How empathetic she was about their strong bond and trust they had. Most parents would be appalled at the idea of their kids drinking underage, but she knew it was a reality and wanted her daughter to trust her enough to tell her things like that, so she could be there for her and look out for her safety. Even now, she wasn't afraid to hug her mom in front of others, something she'd seen other kids her age cringe at. How beautiful a person she was inside and out, her energy, her expressions, her eyes, her hips, her breasts.

"Dammit," she breathed out as she started up the stairs to her bathroom.

The whole time they were talking, she had tried to recenter to get back in 'mom mode,' but it was no use. During their hug, she could feel her daughter's breast press into hers, the heat from her body keeping the spark she tried to stamp out alive. Even then, she didn't miss a beat. She asked after Val, made sure she knew where Erin would be, that she would communicate even if she wasn't careful, then that kiss on the cheek had taken her cool and drowned it in a sea of urges.

As Jessica made her way up the stairs to her bedroom, she passed Erin's room, where she quickly glanced in to see her and Valerie talking. Erin was lying on the bed, legs up behind her, with her head in one hand as she listened to something Val was saying.

As she passed by, Erin glanced up at her with the briefest smile before returning her attention to her friend's tale. It was brief, but Jessica could make out the arch of her back as it ran down to her perfectly rounded ass. She couldn't wait anymore, "I'm gonna take a shower, so yell if you need something, girls". She all but ran to her bedroom, hearing some reply from the girls that cut off as she shut the door. The click of the lock signaling she was free to take care of herself.

She quickly closed the blinds that let her look out over their street before heading over to her personal bathroom. Her shower had no tub, merely a glass pane to separate the water from the rest of the space and a small sitting area inside with a cubby for her shampoos and body washes. She turned on the water and set it to a temperature just below scalding as the steam built up.

Then came her clothes; her jeans were the first to go as her little friend had never quite gone away during her conversation with Erin, and her dick ached to be free. Her cock fell free from her pants as she peeled her jeans off along with her underwear. Her shirt next, quickly discarded into the pile of dirty clothes that almost filled the hamper in the corner. Her bra was the last piece of clothing left before it too was tossed in the same hamper. Jesica almost stepped into the shower before remembering a specific product she was going to need.

She walked over to the cupboard under the sink and fished around for a bit before coming out with a bottle of lube she hid there a few days ago. Coming up from the drawer, Jessica took a moment to appreciate herself in the mirror. Only her wife had ever described her as hot or, on particular nights, extremely fuckable, but even in her own eyes, Jessica still looked good, especially for her age.

Her brown shoulder-length hair was still only a few shades darker than her hazelnut eyes. Her small, rounded nose made her nostrils a bit more noticeable than she wanted when flared, and the freckles on her nose and cheeks didn't seem to have the same enticing look on her as they did on her daughter's face. Laugh lines had started to set in, but her skin was still smooth. Her boobs were large, each one being more than could fit into a hand, as she touched each one absentmindedly, relieving the slight sag they were developing. Her nipples had long since darkened from their original pink hue, and her hips, despite her hourglass shape, showed the extra pounds she just couldn't lose.

As she looked down to inspect her lower half, her thighs showed no noticeable increase in fat; the patch of bush hiding behind her erect member showed the lack of need she had to keep it trimmed on a regular basis. The thought of her cock and its lack of consistent use in the past years made her balls ache as she slowly reached down to massage her member. What would Erin think if she saw her like this? She already knew her mom wasn't like others. A life of a single parent had made the possibility of keeping it a secret from Erin at best highly difficult and at worst impossible. The conversation with her daughter had been anxiety-ridden, but Erin never once displayed a hint of revision or disgust; in her eyes, Jessica was her mom, she just happened to have the same part boys had.

Thinking about Erin brought Jessica's thoughts back to her fantasy from earlier and the abrupt end it came to. Try though she might, she just couldn't recapture the image of Erin on her knees looking up at her mother, as if her approval was the most important thing in the world. Instead, a new Image started to take shape. Erin in her room in the same pose she'd seen her in not 2 minutes prior. Stomach flat on the bed, her legs kicking lightly in the air as she held her head in her hands. Except this time, instead of her eyes being on her friend, they were on Jessica, waiting expectantly, and without clothes to restrict Jessica's view of her daughter's shaped and plump rear.

Jessica walked toward the shower, bottle of lube in one hand, in her mind, she walked toward Erin. The younger girl's elbows perched at the foot of her bed, still waiting. Jessica approached until the tip of her cock pressed gently against Erin's forehead, her eyes locked with her daughter's as she reached down and lowered the tip level with her mouth. Fantasy Erin, knowing just what her mother needed, wasted no time in wrapping her lips around Jessica's swollen head. The motion of Jessica slathering her prick in lube as she sat on the seat in her shower was complemented by the image of Erin taking her member more than halfway before the resistance of her throat set in.