Warning! The following story contains graphic descriptions of gratuitous
and incestuous lesbian sex! You must be 18 or older to read it!
Distance
Meimi Haneoka stormed silently into her room. Lightning seemed to be
building up within her fiery red mane as her rose-colored beret fell off.
Eddies of dust would have followed in her wake if the floor hadn't been
cleaned recently. The door thundered shut.
Of all the nerve! How could Dad even think that I--
A knock on the door interrupted her train of thought. "Meimi honey?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"Could I talk with you for a minute?"
"Sure." Meimi opened the door for her mother. Eimi came in with a weary
smile, evidence of having to calm her husband down.
"Your father certainly gets carried away at times, doesn't he?" Eimi said
as
she and Meimi walked over to the bed and sat next to each other.
Meimi groaned as she recalled the latest episode. "That's putting it
mildly."
"I know it's a little annoying, but he's only concerned because he loves
you."
"I know." Meimi sighed. "But he was worried about me liking girls instead
of boys!" she said, seething, her hands balled up tightly on her lap.
"Well, to tell you the truth," Eimi said, "he wasn't exactly
overreacting."
"Eh?"
Before Meimi could say another word, Eimi kissed her fully on the lips.
Her
hand held onto her daughter's hip as they came parallel to the sheets.
Oh God, this can't be happening, Meimi thought; her eyes widened then shut
as she felt her mother's tongue on hers. And yet...she found herself
returning the lingual caress, inviting her mother to explore her mouth even
further.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Eimi asked as she hovered over Meimi after
breaking off the kiss.
"Y-yeah." Meimi blushed at having agreed so easily. Maybe Dad was right.
Eimi giggled. "You're my daughter all right," she said, assured that they
had a lot in common--more than Meimi did with her father, at any rate. The
same temperament; silky, long red hair; and: "After all, you do spend an
awful
lot of time sneaking around at night, just like I did when I was younger."
Compared to the kiss, this revelation was hardly surprising. Meimi
surmised
it was one reason why her father didn't want her taking after her mother;
your daughter being chased by the police wasn't something that put your
mind
at ease. The other reason was apparent in the rather intimate display of
affection she and her mother had just shared. Meimi wondered if any of the
girls at school would like to try it with her if they knew that she was St.
Tail, considering how much they admired the daring young thief.
Eimi noticed her daughter's thoughtful expression. "Would you like to try
something that feels even better?" Meimi nodded in assent, offering
herself
to her mother. Eimi smiled with glee as she prepared to take her
daughter's
innocence. She pulled Meimi and herself upright. Meimi's jacket slipped
off with ease in Eimi's skillful hands.
Her hand slid under Meimi's skirt and glided ever so lightly between her
thighs until it reached her panties; she stroked the moist pink fabric,
eliciting an ecstatic quiver from within. Her other hand slipped under
Meimi's blouse, fondling a tender breast through her bra. She nibbled on
Meimi's ear, biting and licking the lobe with delight, then trailing down
her neck and shoulder.
Meimi's breathing was frenzied as she writhed in pleasure, craving and
savoring her mother's ministrations.
She removed Meimi's blouse and bra, freeing her breasts. As Meimi lay in
bed a wonderfully warm breath of air greeted each erect nipple before being
bathed by Eimi's tongue. As she suckled on Meimi, Eimi slipped her hand
into Meimi's panties and began fingering her slit, sending Meimi's pulse
racing.
She stopped and tasted Meimi's wetness on her fingers, leaving her wanting
more. She knelt on the floor between Meimi's legs, pulled off her panties,
and spread her legs apart, leaving a clear path to Meimi's womanhood. Eimi
kissed and stroked Meimi's inner thighs before turning her attention to her
daughter's cleft. Meimi gasped as Eimi tongued her moist petals up and
down, spreading them apart to go in deeper. The scent of Meimi's womanhood
intoxicated Eimi as she nuzzled her daughter's pubic curls. She slid her
fingers smoothly in and out of Meimi's slit and licked her swelling
clitoris
until it felt like it was going to burst. With her free hand Eimi resumed
fondling Meimi's breast.
Meimi started kneading her other breast in sync with her mother. Her hips
thrust towards Eimi's hand and face, drawing her mother's head in deeper
between her firm thighs. Eimi upped the tempo of her fingers and tongue,
bringing Meimi closer to the brink of orgasm. After what seemed like an
eternity of bliss, Meimi reached the peak of pleasure, crying out in joy.
Blood rushed throughout her body in rhythm with her climax.
Eimi licked her lips, savoring Meimi's sweet liquor before kissing her
again. Meimi tasted herself on her mother's lips.
"So, what do you think, honey?"
"I guess I do take after you, Mom."
***
Author's Notes: So, you've made it this far, eh? This fic is the result of
me trying to make a story out of a few lines from the show. Eimi asking,
"You're taking after your mother, aren't you, Meimi?" and Genichirou
saying,
"You don't like boys? You mean you prefer girls? Oh my, that is a
problem!"
both preceded Genichirou's overly concerned father routine, so I decided to
put two and two together to make five.
Editor's Notes: Ignore the _1984_ reference. Better yet, ignore this fic
or
at least let it stain his reputation. I had nothing to do with this.
--Aya