Red Sky At Night, Red Sky in the Morning - Part 11
anonymous
June 11 2012, 13:08:12 UTC
February 14th, 2186 CE SSV Orizaba
Jane had joined her mother aboard the Orizaba just as promised, taking a tour around the ship and meeting the senior officers, before joining her mother for lunch in the mess hall. Jane was glad in some ways that they were eating in a public area with Alliance personnel walking back and forth around them or sitting at other tables nearby. She knew her mother wasn't going to say anything to appropriate while they were out in the open like that. The mealtime conversation was actually mostly about Hannah, with Jane wanting to know more about what her mother had been up to over the past few years, particularly during the two-year gap where Jane had essentially been dead.
Jane was proud that her mother was a Captain now, and even understood why she'd turned down the offer to be an Admiral. Jane too wondered whether a desk job would ever suit her quite often, but every time the thought crossed her mind it was eventually dismissed. She and her mother were peas of the same pod; they had to be out there making a difference directly, not pushing papers and telling others to do the dirty work. Eventually, well after they'd finished the last of their food, the Orizaba's XO came over the comms with a message for Hannah: it was only half an hour until their scheduled departure.
"Sorry, honey. Duty calls," Hannah said with a pout.
"I understand," Jane said. "I'd probably best be heading off myself."
"Before you go, honey," Hannah said, reaching over the table to take Jane's hands in hers. "I just want to tell you something."
Jane looked over at her mother, and saw the intensity and seriousness of her gaze. It dawned on her that they were basically alone, with the nearest other person a kitchen hand clattering in the kitchen a fair distance away. "What is it, Mom?" Jane asked.
"If things don't work out for you in the future, whether it's at the trial, this whole Reaper thing, or.... other things," Hannah said, and Jane was pretty sure that last, unspecific thing was referring to her relationship with a certain blue-skinned person. "I just want you to know that I'll always be here for you."
"As a mother?" Jane asked.
"As whatever you want me to be," Hannah said, squeezing Jane's hand. "I don't want to pressure you, and I understand that it's probably for the best to keep things how they are. But.... I love you. I always will. And if you need me at all, I'll be here."
Jane didn't say anything, instead just trying to read her mother's face. Hannah blinked away some tears and let go of her daughter's hand, then stood up and smoothed her uniform.
"I should be on the bridge, honey," Hannah said, and she came around the table and opened her arms. Jane hugged her mother, and Hannah sighed contentedly at her shoulder. "I'm glad we finally caught up again. I missed you."
"Me too, Mom," Jane said.
"Just remember to stay in touch," Hannah said as they parted, prodding Jane just below her throat. "If I can ever help you with this Reaper thing, I'll do what I can."
Hannah saluted, and Jane returned the gesture. With a smile and a nod, Hannah turned and left, heading towards the main elevator. Just before disappearing from sight, she stopped and turned back to her daughter, saying one last thing.
"Take note of what day it is today, honey," Hannah noted with a bittersweet smile. "Perhaps it's fate we met today."
Jane's brow furrowed briefly, and then it hit her what her mother had meant. She replied, more to herself than her mother, and it came out as a whisper nobody else caught. "Valentine's Day," she breathed.
Jane returned to her own ship straight away, and the Normandy left The Citadel less than an hour later. It had been a long day for Jane, and what had been a lunch for her and her mother was closer to a late evening meal on Jane's timeline. Jane retired for a night's sleep, but sleep didn't come easily. Her mind kept drifting back to what her mother had said, then to her future, and finally back to the past. Events of her first hints of attraction to her mother had flooded back to her before the meal, but now more memories returned. If those earlier memories had been the moment when the line was set, these would be the memories when the line was crossed.
Red Sky At Night, Red Sky in the Morning - Part 12
anonymous
June 11 2012, 13:12:33 UTC
April 10th, 2172 CE Shepard Family Home, Earth
It was soon to be a big day for Jane. Come midnight she would be 18 years old, and at sunrise that following day, she'd be enlisted in the Alliance military. That's why Jane Shepard had been home for the last couple of days, on Earth. Although if she had to be honest, to her it wasn't really home at all. With her parents going from ship to ship and station to station, and her in much the same predicament, the Shepard residence on Earth was used so infrequently it was more like a vacation house than a real home. Every year the three of them had to have spent only a month there at the most, and most of the time that was squandered largely around Christmas and New Years as a big three-week lump, and then perhaps a few days scattered throughout the year now and then. The Shepard family were nomads, and career military, and as such even a transfer to new Alliance cruiser felt more familiar and homey than this place.
But this was a special occasion, and there was a certain special something about the Shepard home. There had been lots of good memories within those walls, a lot of laughs and a lot of times when they could just be a family and forget about military doctrine and rules. Home may not have truly been where the heart was, but it was at least safe and stable, and allowed them all to simply relax. That said, they were here right now largely because of all that military nonsense, with the youngest member of the family finally joining her parents in its ranks. Jane was in a great mood, as was Hannah. The two had spent the day making and icing Jane's cake, blowing up balloons and generally goofing off, and for a moment Jane felt like a kid again. But there was still one member missing from the party, and late that afternoon Hannah got a call that would come close to ruining a good day.
"You're joking! God damn it, you're her father!"
Watching a vid in the living room, Jane heard her mother yelling from the next room. Judging from those words, she had already pretty much figured out what the story was. She waited quietly for her mother to finish and appear in the doorway before she spoke.
"He's not coming, is he," Jane said. It wasn't a question.
"No, honey, he's not," Hannah sighed. "Damn it! I should have known this would happen."
"He's got a job to do, Mom. He's out there fighting for Earth."
"Don't defend him, honey. Surely he can take just two days off for his daughter's special day," Hannah grumbled. "He applied for the leave, it was granted. There's no excuse. I got the time off and I'm here, and we're both in the same boat."
"It's okay, Mom," Jane said. "It's not that big of a deal. I understand."
"It's not okay, Jane!" Hannah barked. "And you don't understand!"
Jane flinched at her mother's outburst, casting her head downwards. "Okay," she whispered.
Hannah's heart broke, and she strode across to her daughter. "Oh, honey.... I'm sorry," Hannah said, scooping Jane up in her arms. "I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that.... he's.... he's never here, honey. He always promises he will be, but he's not."
"I'm sorry too, Mom," Jane said, returning the hug as much as she could. "I forgot this doesn't just affect me."
"It's okay, honey," Hannah said. "It's not your fault." She pulled away and stroked her daughter's hair. "Tell you what, how about we just go ahead and have the best damn birthday party for you without him anyway. That way it's his own damn fault for missing out. We'll have stories that'll make him wish he'd been here and never miss another important event like this again."
"Sounds good, Mom," Jane beamed back. "We'll have a real girl's night, just the two of us."
"Now you're talking," Hannah said. "Now let's finally cut that cake that's been taunting us the last couple of hours."
Red Sky At Night, Red Sky in the Morning - Part 13
anonymous
June 11 2012, 13:20:16 UTC
The Shepard girls did as they had planned, and the rest of the afternoon and evening was a blast for the two of them. Not once did they pause and lament the absence of Jane's father. Jane thought everything had gone perfectly, until just after she'd gone to bed. Feeling thirsty she went to get a glass of water, but heard a strange noise coming from her mother's room. Getting closer to investigate, she realized it was her mother sobbing. Jane couldn't ever remember hearing her mother cry, usually thinking her mother to be so strong. When Hannah Shepard was upset she usually got mad, not sad. Jane felt something stab her heart hearing that sound, so she tapped on her mother's door quietly. "Mom? Can I come in?"
"Sure," she heard her mother eventually reply. "It's not locked."
The door beeped and whisked aside, and Jane tiptoed in. Her mother was lying on her back in her bed, initially staring at the ceiling, but as Jane approached she turned her head and smiled, trying to sniff and blink away whatever had upset her. Jane was only wearing a loose tank top and her panties, so she rubbed her arms as she stood there. Had her father been home she probably would have put on a dressing gown before leaving her room in the first place, but she knew it was just her and her mother, so her lack of covering wasn't an issue.
"Is something wrong, honey?" Hannah asked. "Couldn't sleep or something?"
"I was actually going to ask you the same thing," Jane said straightforwardly. "I heard you crying."
"Oh, it's nothing, honey. Don't worry yourself about it."
"It's not nothing, Mom," Jane said stubbornly. "If it was nothing, you wouldn't be doing it."
"Even so, I don't want to bother you with it, Jane," Hannah said with a sigh.
"Too late. I'm already bothered. So tell me."
Jane sat on the edge of her mother's bed and took one of her mother's hands in her own. Hannah looked at her daughter, and she couldn't say no to those eyes. Even if she had, she knew Jane wouldn't let her. Hannah sighed heavily.
"It's just.... your father, Jane. He's never here. He's too married to the Alliance and not enough to me."
"That's the career you both chose, Mom," Jane said straightforwardly. "You had to know it would be like this."
"I know, but.... that's not quite what I meant," Hannah said. "I mean, he's not here for me. He's not...."
Hannah's sentence evaporated, and she seemed to struggle with words. Eventually she gave up.
"Damn it! I used to be able to avoid this by telling you that I'll tell you these things when you're older, but I can't do that now. You'll be eighteen soon. You ARE older."
Jane looked puzzle for a moment, then her eyes bugged out for a split second, and her brow twisted.
"Are you saying that, him not being here, that.... you're talking about...."
"Yes, honey," Hannah said, saving her daughter from embarrassment. "I'm saying that I'm lonely. And your father isn't here to.... ease that loneliness." She sighed. "He's not even here sleeping beside me in bed, let alone anything else. I'm sick of lying here alone."
It was deathly quiet for a moment between them, with Hannah just staring up at the ceiling. After a while, without a word, Jane pulled back the covers of her mother's bed, then crawled in beside her. Hannah just watched silently, her eyebrows raised, until Jane pulled the covers back over both of them and snuggled up to her mother. Jane smiled widely at Hannah. "That better, Mom?" she asked.
"Oh, honey," Hannah said, kissing Jane's brow. "Of course it is. Thank you."
"Any time, Mom," Jane said, nestling her forehead into the nape of her mother's neck.
"I don't know," Hannah said jokingly. "You're starting to get a bit old for this now."
"I'm never to old to love my Mom," Jane answered.
"Glad to hear," Hannah sighed.
"Besides, I was getting cold sitting there in my underwear," Jane added.
Hannah laughed, kissing the top of her daughter's head. Jane wrapped her arms around her mother's body, her fingers playing with the silky material of the chemise her mother wore to bed. For what seemed like eons they just lay there in each other's arms, basking in the moment and each other's warmth.
Red Sky At Night, Red Sky in the Morning - Part 14
anonymous
June 11 2012, 13:22:44 UTC
"So, do you want to talk about it, Mom?" Jane broke the silence with.
"Are you sure you want to hear it?" Hannah replied with a deep sigh. "I don't want to warp my poor daughter's mind."
"Just be honest about it, Mom," Jane said. "No need to go into intimate details, just.... tell me why you're frustrated."
"I'm not sure you'd like to hear the honest truth, honey," Hannah said. "You might hate me for it."
"I'd never hate you, Mom," Jane said. "No matter what you said."
Hannah stared into her daughter's honest eyes and then hugged her tighter. "Oh, my poor Jane. I hope you don't eat those words."
"You can do it, Mom. Just let it out."
"Okay," Hannah said, and she inhaled and exhaled loudly. "Okay, here it is. Simply put, your father doesn't really satisfy me. He's never here, and even when he is, he just.... isn't what I'm after."
"Are you saying you don't love dad?" Jane asked.
"No, honey. I do love him. But, not in the way you may of thought or hoped. He's very special to me, but...."
Hannah searched for the next words, but couldn't think of anything that was right. She looked to Jane who just had wide eyes looking like they'd brim with tears any moment if she didn't say the right thing, so she sighed and turned over on one shoulder to face her daughter.
"I think the best, most honest way of putting it is that I love your father, but I'm not IN love with him. Do you understand, honey?"
"I.... I think so," Jane said. "Is this something new or.... or did you always feel like that."
"Honestly, I think I always did," Hannah admitted. "If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have married him."
"Because I was an accident?" Jane said, her eyes downcast.
"Oh no! No, honey!" Hannah said, kissing Jane on the forehead. "You weren't an accident, you were a miracle. I never, ever regret you coming into our lives."
Hannah took Jane's chin, forcing her to look her in the eyes. "Never doubt that, honey. You are the most special thing that's ever happened to me, and I love you more than anything. Never. Doubt. That."
"Then why?" Jane asked. "Why don't you truly love Dad?"
"Because he's...." Hannah started, and again searched for a satisfactory answer for her daughter. "Because he's...." Still nothing, and she gave up and sighed. "Because he's a he, Jane. Because your father is a man."
Jane's brow twisted and she looked at her mother sideways. Hannah shook her head, then stroked her daughter's hair lovingly.
"I'm like you, honey. I lied to you when I told you I liked men as well.... when I said I was bisexual. I'm not. I just like girls. And your father simply can't cut it in that department. That's the honest truth."
"I'm sorry, Mom," Jane said. "I didn't know."
"You're apologizing to me?" Hannah said with puzzlement. "I'm the one who should be apologizing!"
"No, you're not," Jane said. "You shouldn't apologize for who you are."
"I wish the rest of the world was as insightful and accepting as you are, honey," Hannah said. "Or even just my parents and the Alliance brass would do."
"So Grandpa and Grandma are part of the reason you married dad?"
"They always wanted me to find a husband," Hannah said frankly. "I never dared to try and find out if they would have accepted me finding a wife or even simply a girlfriend. They just went on and on far too much about traditional family values and grandchildren and the like, it just never seemed likely, so I kept it from them. Still have."
Red Sky At Night, Red Sky in the Morning - Part 15
anonymous
June 11 2012, 13:32:32 UTC
"I'm so sorry, Mom," Jane said, hugging her mother closer. "I wish I could help you."
"It's okay, honey," Hannah said, stroking Jane's hair. "It's not your problem to fix. I just have to face the facts: I'm stuck like this. Sacrifices must be made if I'm to be an Alliance soldier, and one of them is being lonely and being married to my career. It's as simple as that. Don't worry, it's not as bad as I make it out to be. I'm usually fine, it's only times like this when I'm off-duty and not busy that it bothers me. I'm only lonely when I'm alone."
"You might find somebody someday, Mom," Jane tried to assure. "There has to be somebody out there who you can trust and love, and who will trust and love you back."
"It's a nice thought, honey," Hannah said, turning back over to stare at the ceiling. "But a futile one. The closest person I have to that is you, and that's as close as I'm going to get."
"I hope you're wrong, Mom," Jane said, nuzzling into the nape of her mother's neck. "But if it is, I love you, and I'm always here for you."
A smile came to Hannah's lips and she laughed, turning back to face her daughter. "Oh, of course you are honey. I know you are. But you're my daughter, and...."
Hannah's voice seemed to vanish, her smile along with it. Jane wasn't sure what the expression was the replaced it. Her mother began to look a little confused, or as if something had just dawned on her. She stroked Jane's cheek, mouth opening as if about to say something, but it seems she was still finding the words. The smile returned and she stroked some locks of hair away from Jane's face.
"And you're so loving and beautiful," Hannah said, as if ending the sentence she'd abandoned before.
Jane smiled back at her mother, and Hannah's own smile faltered, replaced by that same look she'd just had before. Her pupils moved around, like she was taking in every inch of her daughter's face, and Jane's smile too left her to be substituted with one of curiosity. Hannah's gentle stroking of her cheek became a single finger tracing Jane's jaw line before it curved around and rested on her lower lip.
"Honey, I think...." Hannah began, and she abandoned that and cleared her throat. "Honey, remember back when you.... Remember that day when we both told each other about how we liked women? When you hurt yourself in the gym?"
"Yes," Jane responded after a slight delay where she was trying to figure out where this was going. She suddenly noticed how large and wide her mother's eyes were, and how there seemed to be fear in them for some reason. Jane's answer made Hannah look down smile for a moment, then her mother took a deep breath and looked back at her with an intensely deep gaze. Hannah's next question to her seemed to almost be forced out, her voice breaking a little as she spoke.
"Do you.... Do you remember what I said to you, when.... When you were doubting your ability to draw the interest of a woman?"
"I think so," Jane said, feeling a weird yet familiar sensation in her stomach. "Something about me being beautiful and attractive, and that I was still feminine?"
"Yes. And what did I say after that?" Hannah said, her gaze seeming deeper than before. In fact, Jane had never been stared at so intensely before.
"Tha.... That if you were half your age and not my mother, you'd be...." Jane's throat felt dry, so she swallowed. "You would be on me in a heartbeat."
"That's right, honey," Hannah said, blinking swiftly. Jane noticed there seemed to be tears in her mother's eyes, and then Hannah averted them down. "I just.... I just wanted you to know that, I.... I meant it." There was a pause and she looked up again, streams glistening down her cheeks and that intense gaze returning. "I still do," she added.
Jane couldn't think of how to respond, just lying there looking back at her mother with confusion. The sensation in her stomach seemed to grow, and she recognized it fully now. It was the same feeling she'd had when her mother was leaning down over her during the very moments they were just discussing. Jane felt her mother's finger upon her bottom lip again as Hannah began to trace an outline around her daughter's mouth while her eyes seemed to trace her face.
Red Sky At Night, Red Sky in the Morning - Part 16
anonymous
June 11 2012, 13:46:14 UTC
"And do you remember what.... you said to me?" Hannah asked, voice wavering and eyes shiny.
"That.... That I would.... let.... you," Jane said, almost a whisper.
Hannah smiled and nodded softly, a blush coming to her cheeks. She removed her finger from Jane's lips and shifted slightly in the bed until her face was about an inch closer to Jane's. As her mother spoke, Jane could feel the warmth of her mother's breath gently drift against her lips and chin.
"And, did you.... mean it?" Hannah queried.
Before Jane could even take in her mother's question, she felt a sudden warmth on her thigh, causing her to gasp slightly. It was her mother's fingers, which gently began to rub her in a callback to that very event, right in the same place they had been that fateful day. Jane looked into her mother's eyes, which were now slightly heavy-lidded and hazy. Hannah's lips were parted a little, and Jane could feel shorter, sharper breaths blowing against her own. The younger Shepard didn't respond verbally, instead just nodding her head.
"Good," Hannah said, sniffing and smiling as a fresh stream of liquid slid down one cheek. "Even now?"
Jane nodded again, her own eyes beginning to tear up. A short laugh sounded from Hannah, who removed her hand from Jane's thigh to stoke her cheek again.
"You make me so happy, honey," Hannah said lovingly, looking deeply into Jane's eyes. "I'm so proud of you, and I love you. I just don't want to hurt you or betray your trust."
"You could never do that, Mom," Jane croaked, reaching up and stroking her mother's upper arm gently. "I'll always trust you and love you."
"I'm relieved to hear that, Honey," Hannah said. "I want you to trust me. I want you to love me. I want you to...."
Hannah's voice vanished and she studied her daughter's face again for a moment, still stroking her cheek. Again the strokes transformed to one index finger tracing down to her daughter's lips, and her loving gaze became more intense until she seemed to stare straight into Jane's soul. "God forgive me, Jane.... I simply want you," Hannah finished.
To both of them it seemed like an eternity of just staring at each other after those words, like the whole universe was on pause for a while. Jane was the one to break the silence.
"Mom, I...."
"Hush," Hannah said, pressing a finger to her daughter's lips. "Don't speak. Just...."
Time seemed to stop again for a while, until the finger gradually left Jane's lips. Hannah began to slowly lean towards her daughter, and Jane closed her eyes and just parted her lips, letting them just go limp for a while. She felt the warmth of another set of lips make contact with her own, and press gently against them. There was just one small peck to start, no different than any other kiss her mother had given her. Two more followed much the same. The next lasted a little longer, and Jane heard and felt her mother shift beside her afterwards, then felt familiar fingers stroke her cheek.
The kiss after this was something special though, as Jane immediately felt a more intense pressure against her lips, and felt another moist tongue slide past them to make contact with her own. Jane felt the need to no longer keep her mouth limp any further, compelled to respond with as much as she was being given. Jane had never been kissed like this before, and the sensation was incredible to her. Her returned efforts were almost an instinct, and they seemed to be working, with no sense that she was being clumsy or doing a bad job of it. Somehow it all seemed natural.
Red Sky At Night, Red Sky in the Morning - Part 17
anonymous
June 19 2012, 15:31:47 UTC
It had to have been almost two minutes before they stopped, and Jane opened her eyes. She stared across at Hannah's loving face, and only then the nature of the situation seemed to dawn on her. She was French-kissing with her own mother, the woman who brought her into this world. How did this happen? When did she go from lying in bed talking with her mother about her problems, to making-out with a beautiful goddess? As Hannah stroked Jane's hair, the younger Shepard looked back and realized it was because they were the same person. Her mother was a beautiful goddess, and she was the most attractive woman Jane had ever come across. She was smart, beautiful, witty, caring, sexy and loving. Hannah was everything Jane wanted from a woman, but she was her mother. Jane knew it was wrong to feel this way, and that they should probably stop before things got out of hand. But she wanted it, and she could tell by looking into her mother's eyes that so did she. For the first time in a long time, the usually strong Jane Shepard began to shake.
"Honey, you're trembling," Hannah said with concern, stroking Jane's cheek. "Have I.... Have I made you feel uncomfortable? Do you not...."
Regret seemed to strike Hannah's features as she looked for the next words, but Jane reacted up and cupped her mother's chin, causing the older woman to glance into her eyes curiously. Jane tried to give her mother a reassuring smile.
"It's not that, Mom," Jane soothed. "It's.... a mix of things. Part of me is nervous, because we're.... well.... mother and daughter."
Hannah seemed to wince at that, closing her eyes and half turning away. Jane continued, not letting her hand leave her mother's chin, as the thumb gently stroked Hannah's cheek. "But, I'm also shaking because.... I want.... this, Mom. As strange as that admission may sound. It's as much anticipation and desire as anything else."
Hannah opened her eyes again, and saw Jane's wide, honest ones gleaming back at her. She could see the sincerity and love in them.
"I love you, Mom," Jane said. "More than anything and anyone. More than society would say I should. And I want you to love me back, in the same way." Jane paused, taking in a deep breath. "I want you to love me and.... make love to me."
For a while Hannah simply stared down at her daughter, her eyes a little bigger and her mouth slightly open in what seemed like mild disbelief. Then she smiled, taking Jane's wrist and moving her daughter's hand from her chin to the side of her face. She stroked her cheek against Jane's fingers, then turned her head and softly kissed the palm and wrist. Her mother again nestling her hand into her cheek, Jane could not remember seeing Hannah's expression look as calm and happy as this before.
"I love you so much, Jane," Hannah cooed down at her daughter, followed by a peck on her wrist again. "God help me, I love you more than I should."
Hannah leaned down and pressed her lips against Jane's gently, giving her a kiss that was somehow both very soft and yet somehow deep. As their lips parted, Jane let out a contented sigh and leaned her head back into the pillow. She closed her eyes and smiled, feeling a warm, wet pressure briefly upon her chin accompanied by the faint sound of a moist smack. She heard the same sound and felt the same sensation upon her throat next, and then a few moments later upon her collarbone. At the same time as she felt a second kiss at her lower throat, Jane also felt a palm make contact with the side of her body, just below her armpit, and slowly begin running down the curve of her back towards her hip. Another soft peck slurped at the center of her upper chest, while the palm flicked across the band of her panties like they were a small speed bump, meeting the bare skin of her upper thigh. Jane sighed again, absent-mindedly both moving one of her own hands down to stroke through her mother's hair just as the next kiss was planted just above the neckline of her tank top, and rising her left knee up as Hannah's hand stroked along the thigh above it, then circled back up to her hip again.
Red Sky At Night, Red Sky in the Morning - Part 18
anonymous
June 19 2012, 15:33:38 UTC
"You have such a beautiful figure, honey," Jane heard Hannah say as if entranced. Jane felt her mother's hand following the same path up and down from just beneath her arm, down her hip and to her thigh. "So muscular and fit, and yet soft and feminine. Both the perfect soldier and the perfect woman, all rolled into one."
Jane opened her eyes and looked up at her mother, who smiled back at her sweetly. "What can I say, Mom," Jane said. "I got it from you."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Hannah said smoothly, leaning down again to capture her daughter's lips with her mouth.
The way she said "everywhere" made Jane's heart begin to beat faster, and the way Hannah's tongue slid into her mouth quickened it even more. As their mouths and tongues slurped at each other, Jane felt Hannah's fingers stroke her left cheek, then glide down her neck to her shoulder. Hannah's fingers hooked into the left shoulder strap of Jane's tank top and Jane only barely noticed it being slipped down to her upper arm. Hannah's lips retreated from Jane's, and the younger Shepard looked down as her mother planted a kiss down the center of her throat and upper chest, then paused to regard the loosened strap. Jane's eyebrows raised as Hannah's fingertips gently took the upper hem of her top where the collar met the strap, then slowly eased it down until the gentle swell of Jane's left breast began to squeeze itself out of the garment. It didn't take much for the perky bosom to pop itself free, shaking for a brief moment before it sat still, sticking upwards like a mountain with a dark pink cap at the peak.
Jane looked at the exposed breast, then to her mother's face. Hannah was looking at it in a manner somewhere between looking at an adorable puppy and at a delicious dessert. Hannah's first contact with it involved her running her finger around the edge of it a couple of times in a circular motion, followed by her cupping it gently and seeming to test its weight and firmness with a slight squeeze and lift. She looked into her daughter's eyes as she did, letting out a small laugh when she noticed Jane gasp a little at the contact. Hannah pursed her lips, then placed her index finger at the top of Jane's chest, where she slowly ran it down it, and then up the curve of the exposed boob. Like a rollercoaster making the summit of an uphill track, she slowed the ascent as her finger approached the top, paused, then flicked Jane nipple as she ran it down the underside, laughing again as Jane gasped and twitched a little at that moment.
Hannah's next move was to repeat this, but not with her finger. She leaned down to place a kiss on Jane's upper chest, then stuck out her tongue, running it slowly down the path her finger had taken before. Jane felt the pleasant warmth where her mother's tongue was, following by the cooling sensation in its wake as the air touched the moist, saliva-coated trail upon her skin. Just as Hannah's tongue was about to make it to the summit, it detoured around, circling the pink peak twice before stopping just below it. Hannah looked her daughter in the eyes, and Jane looked back. Hannah wanted to know if her daughter really wanted this, and the look in Jane's eyes said yes. Jane thought she could make out the slightest hint of a smile before her mother gracefully flicked her tongue up and across her nipple, sending a pleasant tingle through it. Hannah did this about a dozen more times, and Jane felt the sensation begin to grow and other parts of her body to begin reacting to the stimulation too. Hannah's final flick of Jane's nipple was immediately followed up with her sucking onto the teat, whereby she gently nibbled, suckled and caressed it with her tongue.
Red Sky At Night, Red Sky in the Morning - Part 19
anonymous
June 24 2012, 14:52:56 UTC
Jane moaned, looking down as her mother nursed her breast. She reached down to run her finger through Hannah's hair, and as the warm, pleasant sensation began to drift through her body realization hit her again: her mother was suckling at her breast. This is the first time anybody else had done this to her in her life, and of all the people it was her own mother. And the apparent wrongness of this seemed to be going away with each tender moment between them and each gentle suckle she received. In fact, the more she thought about it and stared down at this beautiful woman tending to her breast, the more right it seemed. Beyond that, the nature of their relationship was actually helping. Not just because her mother was somebody she already loved and trusted so much, but for some reason the forbidden nature of it was actually starting to turn Jane on a little more. Was this a kinky side to herself she didn't know she had? Had those images of her sweat-drenched mother leaning over her while she stroked her thigh bore themselves so much into her subconscious over time that she'd secretly wanted this ever since? All she knew for sure was, it just felt right somehow.
After only a couple of minutes that seemed like forever, Hannah removed her mouth from her daughter's teat with a big, sucking slurp. Sitting up and straddling Jane's waist, she smiled at her daughter with a small chuckle and grabbed the bottom of Jane's tank top with both hands. "Come on, honey. Let's get this off you," Hannah said.
Without even using her arms Jane pulled her self up, bending at the waist and raising her hands above her head. Her face raised up closer to Hannah's, her eyes locked on her mother's the entire time. Hannah paused for a moment, taken in by the intense gaze Jane was giving her. She thought back to the last time she'd seen such a strong, sensual look in her daughter's eyes, and her memory cast back to when she was lying above her in that locker room, gently massaging Jane's thigh. During the experience so far she'd seen some degree of nervousness or doubt in Jane's eyes, but this was the first time that it was completely erased. Instead, there was just a burning lust and a yearning for more. She had dreamed for so long to see a woman look at her like this, and the fact it was her precious Jane sent a chill through her very core.
Hannah felt heat come to her cheeks and she absent-mindedly dragged her tongue across her upper lip, then gradually pulled the garment between her fingers upwards, sliding it up her daughter's body. Jane's breasts were fully freed as her face vanished, but when it reappeared again the same deep, trance-like gaze was there as if it had never been interrupted. The temptation to look down at her now topless daughter was numbed by the pure want and desire in Jane's stare, and Hannah found her daughter's entire face fill her vision as Jane leaned forward to capture her lips in another sensual kiss. Jane slipped the tank top from her arms, then brought them down around her mother's shoulders, who seemed paralyzed from the mouth down from the first kiss between them with Jane in dominance. Jane eased herself back down onto the bed beneath her, gently encouraging Hannah down atop her as their tongues sparred. This continued for a little while even once Jane's head had sunk into the pillow, the younger Shepard exploring her mother's back and shoulders with roaming hands.
Hannah was the one to end the kiss, immediately sliding herself down her daughter's body without pause. Placing a couple of kisses on the way down, Hannah stopped once her eyes were level with Jane's breasts, and her hands caressed up the sides of Jane's hips to take them in her palms and gentle squeeze the soft mounds together. "They're so beautiful, Jane," Hannah said, massaging Jane's breasts softly. "So firm and perfect."
She planted a peck on the tip of the right one, eliciting a small moan from Jane. "I thought they were a bit small," Jane replied between small pants.
"No, they're absolutely perrrrrrfect," Hannah said, dragging her tongue across the left nipple. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch a pair of young, divine breasts like these again, honey." She tended to the right nipple again. "I honestly never thought I would."
Red Sky At Night, Red Sky in the Morning - Part 20
anonymous
June 24 2012, 15:00:51 UTC
Jane just lay there in ecstasy for a couple of minutes while her mother snuggled, nursed, licked and suckled her breasts. The warmth was growing in Jane's body, particularly between her legs. It was starting to be more than just a pleasant warmth in fact, but growing more to a burning want. She was definitely beginning to get moist down there as it started to feel like an itch she wanted to scratch. Or even better, have scratched by somebody else. Jane looked down at her mother and noticed how she well at this angle she could look down the front of her nightdress. Jane felt this experience had been fairly one-sided so far, and it was her turn to give something back. She reached out to touch her mother's head. "Mother," Jane said softly, though in the otherwise quiet surroundings it didn't seem so.
Hannah looked up with a curious expression, tongue still out and linked to the nipple beneath it by a strand of saliva. Jane felt strange, so started again. "Hannah?" No, that seemed wrong too. "Um.... what do you want me to call you while.... we're, uh...."
"Mother or Mom is fine, honey," Hannah said, sitting up, smiling warmly and taking Jane's hand. Then her eyes seemed to become heavily lidded and she added in a breathy voice, "In fact, I'd prefer it like that."
"Mother," Jane said again, and she noticed her mother let out a satisfied moan and bite her bottom lip as she said it, "I think it's my turn to tend to you for a while."
Jane placed a hand on her mother's right shoulder and eased the shoulder strap down her arm. Rising up in much the same manner as she had when her own top was removed, Jane leaned forward and pulled her mother's right breast free of the silky cloth that had hidden it until now. Cupping the orb gently, she extended her tongue out and flicked it across the nipple, eliciting the first noise from her mother since she'd started taking the initiative. After another couple of flicks, she began suckling at it, and felt Hannah cup the back of her head and hold her close.
As Jane tended to her breast, Hannah moved her right leg forward a little, which rubbed up against Jane's inner thighs. The action caused Jane to bring her thighs closer against it and she pressed Hannah's knee into her crotch. A brief gasp from the contact interrupted the attention she was giving Hannah's nipple, but she soon resumed again, but pressed her aching sex into her mother's leg at the same time. Feeling the hint of warm moisture upon her knee, Hannah smiled and gently pulled Hannah off her breast. Jane looked up at her mother with confusion, wondering about the sly smile adorning Hannah's lips.
"I didn't know you were so worked up, honey," Hannah said, easing Jane back down into a lying position. "If I had, I wouldn't have let you keep yourself in suspense and focus on me."
Jane felt her mother's leg leave her crotch, but as she watched her mother descend back down, she soon realized she wasn't going to be left without contact there for long. Hannah lay on her side beside Jane in the bed, her face just above Jane's right breast. While the index finger of Hannah's left hand played with Jane's hair and tickled her cheek now and then, the same finger on the right hand was placed upon Jane's lips, and then began to trail down the center of her body. First her chin, then down her throat to her chest. It ran between her breasts, Hannah kissing Jane's right nipple as it did. The finger closed in on Jane's navel, where it circled around it a couple of times before continuing its journey. It flicked up over the waistband of Jane's panties, slowing down as it went further upon material instead of skin now. Jane held her breath as she watched, waiting for it to make it to her most sensitive spot. But it didn't. It stopped.
Red Sky At Night, Red Sky in the Morning - Part 21
anonymous
June 24 2012, 15:06:11 UTC
Hannah looked into Jane's eyes, and her daughter looked back, her eyes pleading for contact to be made. Jane even mouthed the word "please" to her mother and reached up to grasp her mother's closer left wrist, but Hannah just smiled and dragged her tongue across her daughter's nipple again. She let a few seconds pass, then moved her right hand, bringing the ring finger up to meet the index one, still a couple of inches away from where Jane wanted them to be. What Jane couldn't see from her angle was where her mother's thumb was, which caught her off guard when Hannah firmly pressed it into her damp, cloth-covered sex. Jane moaned with pleasure, pressing her head back into the pillow and squeezing her mother's left hand. Hannah could feel the heat and wetness pressing into her thumb, and the scent of her daughter's arousal began to tingle her nostrils. Smiling lovingly and kissing the side of Jane's breast, Hannah retracted the thumb, then brought her daughter's hand to her mouth to nuzzle it. After a few seconds had passed, she pressed the thumb back into Jane's crotch, getting the same reaction as before. She smiled, then repeated the withdrawal and application of her thumb again for a third time, basking in the way her daughter writhed and moaned at her rather simple, yet effective, touch.
"You're very sensitive, Jane," Hannah said, now gently stroking Jane's panties with only the very tip of her thumb, which felt like a very pleasant tickle to the younger Shepard. "Has anybody else ever touched you there before?"
"N-n-no," Jane admitted with a shiver. "Ju-just me."
"So, what you're saying is.... I'm the first," Hannah said. "That if we keep going, I'll be your first."
"Yes," Jane said, even though it wasn't a question. Her mother looked like she needed assurance though.
"Is that what you want?" Hannah asked next, staring into her daughter's eyes deeply.
For a moment Jane thought her mother was teasing, but the tone in her voice, while filled with desire, was also very genuine and serious. Jane's brow twisted and Hannah averted her gaze briefly and elaborated, her voice shaky. "I mean, I know a lot of people want their first time to be special, and with somebody who is just as special. I don't want to think I'm taking that away from you just to satisfy my own ancient desires, because I...."
Jane silenced her mother by placing a finger against her lips, then stroked her cheek.
"I want this, Mom," Jane told her. "You are special to me, and these moments we've been sharing have been special. So I have no doubt at all in my mind that if it's you, it will be special too."
Jane's hand moved to her mother's other shoulder then ran its way down the length of the arm until she wrapped her hand around the one at the end of it. Staring deeply into her mother's eyes, she spoke her next words with absolute conviction. "I want it to be you, Mom. I want my beautiful mother to be my first. I want you to touch me, kiss me, and pleasure me all night long, and I want to do the same to you. Because I trust you more than anything, and love you more than anything."
Jane pressed her thumb down over her mother's and into her own dampness, moaning as she did it and staring into her mother's very soul with hazy eyes of desire and love. "And I want you to love me," Jane finished with a husky voice. "Not just as a daughter, and not just as a lover, but as a daughter and a lover."
SSV Orizaba
Jane had joined her mother aboard the Orizaba just as promised, taking a tour around the ship and meeting the senior officers, before joining her mother for lunch in the mess hall. Jane was glad in some ways that they were eating in a public area with Alliance personnel walking back and forth around them or sitting at other tables nearby. She knew her mother wasn't going to say anything to appropriate while they were out in the open like that. The mealtime conversation was actually mostly about Hannah, with Jane wanting to know more about what her mother had been up to over the past few years, particularly during the two-year gap where Jane had essentially been dead.
Jane was proud that her mother was a Captain now, and even understood why she'd turned down the offer to be an Admiral. Jane too wondered whether a desk job would ever suit her quite often, but every time the thought crossed her mind it was eventually dismissed. She and her mother were peas of the same pod; they had to be out there making a difference directly, not pushing papers and telling others to do the dirty work. Eventually, well after they'd finished the last of their food, the Orizaba's XO came over the comms with a message for Hannah: it was only half an hour until their scheduled departure.
"Sorry, honey. Duty calls," Hannah said with a pout.
"I understand," Jane said. "I'd probably best be heading off myself."
"Before you go, honey," Hannah said, reaching over the table to take Jane's hands in hers. "I just want to tell you something."
Jane looked over at her mother, and saw the intensity and seriousness of her gaze. It dawned on her that they were basically alone, with the nearest other person a kitchen hand clattering in the kitchen a fair distance away. "What is it, Mom?" Jane asked.
"If things don't work out for you in the future, whether it's at the trial, this whole Reaper thing, or.... other things," Hannah said, and Jane was pretty sure that last, unspecific thing was referring to her relationship with a certain blue-skinned person. "I just want you to know that I'll always be here for you."
"As a mother?" Jane asked.
"As whatever you want me to be," Hannah said, squeezing Jane's hand. "I don't want to pressure you, and I understand that it's probably for the best to keep things how they are. But.... I love you. I always will. And if you need me at all, I'll be here."
Jane didn't say anything, instead just trying to read her mother's face. Hannah blinked away some tears and let go of her daughter's hand, then stood up and smoothed her uniform.
"I should be on the bridge, honey," Hannah said, and she came around the table and opened her arms. Jane hugged her mother, and Hannah sighed contentedly at her shoulder. "I'm glad we finally caught up again. I missed you."
"Me too, Mom," Jane said.
"Just remember to stay in touch," Hannah said as they parted, prodding Jane just below her throat. "If I can ever help you with this Reaper thing, I'll do what I can."
Hannah saluted, and Jane returned the gesture. With a smile and a nod, Hannah turned and left, heading towards the main elevator. Just before disappearing from sight, she stopped and turned back to her daughter, saying one last thing.
"Take note of what day it is today, honey," Hannah noted with a bittersweet smile. "Perhaps it's fate we met today."
Jane's brow furrowed briefly, and then it hit her what her mother had meant. She replied, more to herself than her mother, and it came out as a whisper nobody else caught. "Valentine's Day," she breathed.
Jane returned to her own ship straight away, and the Normandy left The Citadel less than an hour later. It had been a long day for Jane, and what had been a lunch for her and her mother was closer to a late evening meal on Jane's timeline. Jane retired for a night's sleep, but sleep didn't come easily. Her mind kept drifting back to what her mother had said, then to her future, and finally back to the past. Events of her first hints of attraction to her mother had flooded back to her before the meal, but now more memories returned. If those earlier memories had been the moment when the line was set, these would be the memories when the line was crossed.
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Shepard Family Home, Earth
It was soon to be a big day for Jane. Come midnight she would be 18 years old, and at sunrise that following day, she'd be enlisted in the Alliance military. That's why Jane Shepard had been home for the last couple of days, on Earth. Although if she had to be honest, to her it wasn't really home at all. With her parents going from ship to ship and station to station, and her in much the same predicament, the Shepard residence on Earth was used so infrequently it was more like a vacation house than a real home. Every year the three of them had to have spent only a month there at the most, and most of the time that was squandered largely around Christmas and New Years as a big three-week lump, and then perhaps a few days scattered throughout the year now and then. The Shepard family were nomads, and career military, and as such even a transfer to new Alliance cruiser felt more familiar and homey than this place.
But this was a special occasion, and there was a certain special something about the Shepard home. There had been lots of good memories within those walls, a lot of laughs and a lot of times when they could just be a family and forget about military doctrine and rules. Home may not have truly been where the heart was, but it was at least safe and stable, and allowed them all to simply relax. That said, they were here right now largely because of all that military nonsense, with the youngest member of the family finally joining her parents in its ranks. Jane was in a great mood, as was Hannah. The two had spent the day making and icing Jane's cake, blowing up balloons and generally goofing off, and for a moment Jane felt like a kid again. But there was still one member missing from the party, and late that afternoon Hannah got a call that would come close to ruining a good day.
"You're joking! God damn it, you're her father!"
Watching a vid in the living room, Jane heard her mother yelling from the next room. Judging from those words, she had already pretty much figured out what the story was. She waited quietly for her mother to finish and appear in the doorway before she spoke.
"He's not coming, is he," Jane said. It wasn't a question.
"No, honey, he's not," Hannah sighed. "Damn it! I should have known this would happen."
"He's got a job to do, Mom. He's out there fighting for Earth."
"Don't defend him, honey. Surely he can take just two days off for his daughter's special day," Hannah grumbled. "He applied for the leave, it was granted. There's no excuse. I got the time off and I'm here, and we're both in the same boat."
"It's okay, Mom," Jane said. "It's not that big of a deal. I understand."
"It's not okay, Jane!" Hannah barked. "And you don't understand!"
Jane flinched at her mother's outburst, casting her head downwards. "Okay," she whispered.
Hannah's heart broke, and she strode across to her daughter. "Oh, honey.... I'm sorry," Hannah said, scooping Jane up in her arms. "I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that.... he's.... he's never here, honey. He always promises he will be, but he's not."
"I'm sorry too, Mom," Jane said, returning the hug as much as she could. "I forgot this doesn't just affect me."
"It's okay, honey," Hannah said. "It's not your fault." She pulled away and stroked her daughter's hair. "Tell you what, how about we just go ahead and have the best damn birthday party for you without him anyway. That way it's his own damn fault for missing out. We'll have stories that'll make him wish he'd been here and never miss another important event like this again."
"Sounds good, Mom," Jane beamed back. "We'll have a real girl's night, just the two of us."
"Now you're talking," Hannah said. "Now let's finally cut that cake that's been taunting us the last couple of hours."
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"Sure," she heard her mother eventually reply. "It's not locked."
The door beeped and whisked aside, and Jane tiptoed in. Her mother was lying on her back in her bed, initially staring at the ceiling, but as Jane approached she turned her head and smiled, trying to sniff and blink away whatever had upset her. Jane was only wearing a loose tank top and her panties, so she rubbed her arms as she stood there. Had her father been home she probably would have put on a dressing gown before leaving her room in the first place, but she knew it was just her and her mother, so her lack of covering wasn't an issue.
"Is something wrong, honey?" Hannah asked. "Couldn't sleep or something?"
"I was actually going to ask you the same thing," Jane said straightforwardly. "I heard you crying."
"Oh, it's nothing, honey. Don't worry yourself about it."
"It's not nothing, Mom," Jane said stubbornly. "If it was nothing, you wouldn't be doing it."
"Even so, I don't want to bother you with it, Jane," Hannah said with a sigh.
"Too late. I'm already bothered. So tell me."
Jane sat on the edge of her mother's bed and took one of her mother's hands in her own. Hannah looked at her daughter, and she couldn't say no to those eyes. Even if she had, she knew Jane wouldn't let her. Hannah sighed heavily.
"It's just.... your father, Jane. He's never here. He's too married to the Alliance and not enough to me."
"That's the career you both chose, Mom," Jane said straightforwardly. "You had to know it would be like this."
"I know, but.... that's not quite what I meant," Hannah said. "I mean, he's not here for me. He's not...."
Hannah's sentence evaporated, and she seemed to struggle with words. Eventually she gave up.
"Damn it! I used to be able to avoid this by telling you that I'll tell you these things when you're older, but I can't do that now. You'll be eighteen soon. You ARE older."
Jane looked puzzle for a moment, then her eyes bugged out for a split second, and her brow twisted.
"Are you saying that, him not being here, that.... you're talking about...."
"Yes, honey," Hannah said, saving her daughter from embarrassment. "I'm saying that I'm lonely. And your father isn't here to.... ease that loneliness." She sighed. "He's not even here sleeping beside me in bed, let alone anything else. I'm sick of lying here alone."
It was deathly quiet for a moment between them, with Hannah just staring up at the ceiling. After a while, without a word, Jane pulled back the covers of her mother's bed, then crawled in beside her. Hannah just watched silently, her eyebrows raised, until Jane pulled the covers back over both of them and snuggled up to her mother. Jane smiled widely at Hannah. "That better, Mom?" she asked.
"Oh, honey," Hannah said, kissing Jane's brow. "Of course it is. Thank you."
"Any time, Mom," Jane said, nestling her forehead into the nape of her mother's neck.
"I don't know," Hannah said jokingly. "You're starting to get a bit old for this now."
"I'm never to old to love my Mom," Jane answered.
"Glad to hear," Hannah sighed.
"Besides, I was getting cold sitting there in my underwear," Jane added.
Hannah laughed, kissing the top of her daughter's head. Jane wrapped her arms around her mother's body, her fingers playing with the silky material of the chemise her mother wore to bed. For what seemed like eons they just lay there in each other's arms, basking in the moment and each other's warmth.
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"Are you sure you want to hear it?" Hannah replied with a deep sigh. "I don't want to warp my poor daughter's mind."
"Just be honest about it, Mom," Jane said. "No need to go into intimate details, just.... tell me why you're frustrated."
"I'm not sure you'd like to hear the honest truth, honey," Hannah said. "You might hate me for it."
"I'd never hate you, Mom," Jane said. "No matter what you said."
Hannah stared into her daughter's honest eyes and then hugged her tighter. "Oh, my poor Jane. I hope you don't eat those words."
"You can do it, Mom. Just let it out."
"Okay," Hannah said, and she inhaled and exhaled loudly. "Okay, here it is. Simply put, your father doesn't really satisfy me. He's never here, and even when he is, he just.... isn't what I'm after."
"Are you saying you don't love dad?" Jane asked.
"No, honey. I do love him. But, not in the way you may of thought or hoped. He's very special to me, but...."
Hannah searched for the next words, but couldn't think of anything that was right. She looked to Jane who just had wide eyes looking like they'd brim with tears any moment if she didn't say the right thing, so she sighed and turned over on one shoulder to face her daughter.
"I think the best, most honest way of putting it is that I love your father, but I'm not IN love with him. Do you understand, honey?"
"I.... I think so," Jane said. "Is this something new or.... or did you always feel like that."
"Honestly, I think I always did," Hannah admitted. "If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have married him."
"Because I was an accident?" Jane said, her eyes downcast.
"Oh no! No, honey!" Hannah said, kissing Jane on the forehead. "You weren't an accident, you were a miracle. I never, ever regret you coming into our lives."
Hannah took Jane's chin, forcing her to look her in the eyes. "Never doubt that, honey. You are the most special thing that's ever happened to me, and I love you more than anything. Never. Doubt. That."
"Then why?" Jane asked. "Why don't you truly love Dad?"
"Because he's...." Hannah started, and again searched for a satisfactory answer for her daughter. "Because he's...." Still nothing, and she gave up and sighed. "Because he's a he, Jane. Because your father is a man."
Jane's brow twisted and she looked at her mother sideways. Hannah shook her head, then stroked her daughter's hair lovingly.
"I'm like you, honey. I lied to you when I told you I liked men as well.... when I said I was bisexual. I'm not. I just like girls. And your father simply can't cut it in that department. That's the honest truth."
"I'm sorry, Mom," Jane said. "I didn't know."
"You're apologizing to me?" Hannah said with puzzlement. "I'm the one who should be apologizing!"
"No, you're not," Jane said. "You shouldn't apologize for who you are."
"I wish the rest of the world was as insightful and accepting as you are, honey," Hannah said. "Or even just my parents and the Alliance brass would do."
"So Grandpa and Grandma are part of the reason you married dad?"
"They always wanted me to find a husband," Hannah said frankly. "I never dared to try and find out if they would have accepted me finding a wife or even simply a girlfriend. They just went on and on far too much about traditional family values and grandchildren and the like, it just never seemed likely, so I kept it from them. Still have."
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"It's okay, honey," Hannah said, stroking Jane's hair. "It's not your problem to fix. I just have to face the facts: I'm stuck like this. Sacrifices must be made if I'm to be an Alliance soldier, and one of them is being lonely and being married to my career. It's as simple as that. Don't worry, it's not as bad as I make it out to be. I'm usually fine, it's only times like this when I'm off-duty and not busy that it bothers me. I'm only lonely when I'm alone."
"You might find somebody someday, Mom," Jane tried to assure. "There has to be somebody out there who you can trust and love, and who will trust and love you back."
"It's a nice thought, honey," Hannah said, turning back over to stare at the ceiling. "But a futile one. The closest person I have to that is you, and that's as close as I'm going to get."
"I hope you're wrong, Mom," Jane said, nuzzling into the nape of her mother's neck. "But if it is, I love you, and I'm always here for you."
A smile came to Hannah's lips and she laughed, turning back to face her daughter. "Oh, of course you are honey. I know you are. But you're my daughter, and...."
Hannah's voice seemed to vanish, her smile along with it. Jane wasn't sure what the expression was the replaced it. Her mother began to look a little confused, or as if something had just dawned on her. She stroked Jane's cheek, mouth opening as if about to say something, but it seems she was still finding the words. The smile returned and she stroked some locks of hair away from Jane's face.
"And you're so loving and beautiful," Hannah said, as if ending the sentence she'd abandoned before.
Jane smiled back at her mother, and Hannah's own smile faltered, replaced by that same look she'd just had before. Her pupils moved around, like she was taking in every inch of her daughter's face, and Jane's smile too left her to be substituted with one of curiosity. Hannah's gentle stroking of her cheek became a single finger tracing Jane's jaw line before it curved around and rested on her lower lip.
"Honey, I think...." Hannah began, and she abandoned that and cleared her throat. "Honey, remember back when you.... Remember that day when we both told each other about how we liked women? When you hurt yourself in the gym?"
"Yes," Jane responded after a slight delay where she was trying to figure out where this was going. She suddenly noticed how large and wide her mother's eyes were, and how there seemed to be fear in them for some reason. Jane's answer made Hannah look down smile for a moment, then her mother took a deep breath and looked back at her with an intensely deep gaze. Hannah's next question to her seemed to almost be forced out, her voice breaking a little as she spoke.
"Do you.... Do you remember what I said to you, when.... When you were doubting your ability to draw the interest of a woman?"
"I think so," Jane said, feeling a weird yet familiar sensation in her stomach. "Something about me being beautiful and attractive, and that I was still feminine?"
"Yes. And what did I say after that?" Hannah said, her gaze seeming deeper than before. In fact, Jane had never been stared at so intensely before.
"Tha.... That if you were half your age and not my mother, you'd be...." Jane's throat felt dry, so she swallowed. "You would be on me in a heartbeat."
"That's right, honey," Hannah said, blinking swiftly. Jane noticed there seemed to be tears in her mother's eyes, and then Hannah averted them down. "I just.... I just wanted you to know that, I.... I meant it."
There was a pause and she looked up again, streams glistening down her cheeks and that intense gaze returning. "I still do," she added.
Jane couldn't think of how to respond, just lying there looking back at her mother with confusion. The sensation in her stomach seemed to grow, and she recognized it fully now. It was the same feeling she'd had when her mother was leaning down over her during the very moments they were just discussing. Jane felt her mother's finger upon her bottom lip again as Hannah began to trace an outline around her daughter's mouth while her eyes seemed to trace her face.
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"That.... That I would.... let.... you," Jane said, almost a whisper.
Hannah smiled and nodded softly, a blush coming to her cheeks. She removed her finger from Jane's lips and shifted slightly in the bed until her face was about an inch closer to Jane's. As her mother spoke, Jane could feel the warmth of her mother's breath gently drift against her lips and chin.
"And, did you.... mean it?" Hannah queried.
Before Jane could even take in her mother's question, she felt a sudden warmth on her thigh, causing her to gasp slightly. It was her mother's fingers, which gently began to rub her in a callback to that very event, right in the same place they had been that fateful day. Jane looked into her mother's eyes, which were now slightly heavy-lidded and hazy. Hannah's lips were parted a little, and Jane could feel shorter, sharper breaths blowing against her own. The younger Shepard didn't respond verbally, instead just nodding her head.
"Good," Hannah said, sniffing and smiling as a fresh stream of liquid slid down one cheek. "Even now?"
Jane nodded again, her own eyes beginning to tear up. A short laugh sounded from Hannah, who removed her hand from Jane's thigh to stoke her cheek again.
"You make me so happy, honey," Hannah said lovingly, looking deeply into Jane's eyes. "I'm so proud of you, and I love you. I just don't want to hurt you or betray your trust."
"You could never do that, Mom," Jane croaked, reaching up and stroking her mother's upper arm gently. "I'll always trust you and love you."
"I'm relieved to hear that, Honey," Hannah said. "I want you to trust me. I want you to love me. I want you to...."
Hannah's voice vanished and she studied her daughter's face again for a moment, still stroking her cheek. Again the strokes transformed to one index finger tracing down to her daughter's lips, and her loving gaze became more intense until she seemed to stare straight into Jane's soul. "God forgive me, Jane.... I simply want you," Hannah finished.
To both of them it seemed like an eternity of just staring at each other after those words, like the whole universe was on pause for a while. Jane was the one to break the silence.
"Mom, I...."
"Hush," Hannah said, pressing a finger to her daughter's lips. "Don't speak. Just...."
Time seemed to stop again for a while, until the finger gradually left Jane's lips. Hannah began to slowly lean towards her daughter, and Jane closed her eyes and just parted her lips, letting them just go limp for a while. She felt the warmth of another set of lips make contact with her own, and press gently against them. There was just one small peck to start, no different than any other kiss her mother had given her. Two more followed much the same. The next lasted a little longer, and Jane heard and felt her mother shift beside her afterwards, then felt familiar fingers stroke her cheek.
The kiss after this was something special though, as Jane immediately felt a more intense pressure against her lips, and felt another moist tongue slide past them to make contact with her own. Jane felt the need to no longer keep her mouth limp any further, compelled to respond with as much as she was being given. Jane had never been kissed like this before, and the sensation was incredible to her. Her returned efforts were almost an instinct, and they seemed to be working, with no sense that she was being clumsy or doing a bad job of it. Somehow it all seemed natural.
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"Honey, you're trembling," Hannah said with concern, stroking Jane's cheek. "Have I.... Have I made you feel uncomfortable? Do you not...."
Regret seemed to strike Hannah's features as she looked for the next words, but Jane reacted up and cupped her mother's chin, causing the older woman to glance into her eyes curiously. Jane tried to give her mother a reassuring smile.
"It's not that, Mom," Jane soothed. "It's.... a mix of things. Part of me is nervous, because we're.... well.... mother and daughter."
Hannah seemed to wince at that, closing her eyes and half turning away. Jane continued, not letting her hand leave her mother's chin, as the thumb gently stroked Hannah's cheek. "But, I'm also shaking because.... I want.... this, Mom. As strange as that admission may sound. It's as much anticipation and desire as anything else."
Hannah opened her eyes again, and saw Jane's wide, honest ones gleaming back at her. She could see the sincerity and love in them.
"I love you, Mom," Jane said. "More than anything and anyone. More than society would say I should. And I want you to love me back, in the same way." Jane paused, taking in a deep breath. "I want you to love me and.... make love to me."
For a while Hannah simply stared down at her daughter, her eyes a little bigger and her mouth slightly open in what seemed like mild disbelief. Then she smiled, taking Jane's wrist and moving her daughter's hand from her chin to the side of her face. She stroked her cheek against Jane's fingers, then turned her head and softly kissed the palm and wrist. Her mother again nestling her hand into her cheek, Jane could not remember seeing Hannah's expression look as calm and happy as this before.
"I love you so much, Jane," Hannah cooed down at her daughter, followed by a peck on her wrist again. "God help me, I love you more than I should."
Hannah leaned down and pressed her lips against Jane's gently, giving her a kiss that was somehow both very soft and yet somehow deep. As their lips parted, Jane let out a contented sigh and leaned her head back into the pillow. She closed her eyes and smiled, feeling a warm, wet pressure briefly upon her chin accompanied by the faint sound of a moist smack. She heard the same sound and felt the same sensation upon her throat next, and then a few moments later upon her collarbone. At the same time as she felt a second kiss at her lower throat, Jane also felt a palm make contact with the side of her body, just below her armpit, and slowly begin running down the curve of her back towards her hip. Another soft peck slurped at the center of her upper chest, while the palm flicked across the band of her panties like they were a small speed bump, meeting the bare skin of her upper thigh. Jane sighed again, absent-mindedly both moving one of her own hands down to stroke through her mother's hair just as the next kiss was planted just above the neckline of her tank top, and rising her left knee up as Hannah's hand stroked along the thigh above it, then circled back up to her hip again.
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Jane opened her eyes and looked up at her mother, who smiled back at her sweetly. "What can I say, Mom," Jane said. "I got it from you."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Hannah said smoothly, leaning down again to capture her daughter's lips with her mouth.
The way she said "everywhere" made Jane's heart begin to beat faster, and the way Hannah's tongue slid into her mouth quickened it even more. As their mouths and tongues slurped at each other, Jane felt Hannah's fingers stroke her left cheek, then glide down her neck to her shoulder. Hannah's fingers hooked into the left shoulder strap of Jane's tank top and Jane only barely noticed it being slipped down to her upper arm. Hannah's lips retreated from Jane's, and the younger Shepard looked down as her mother planted a kiss down the center of her throat and upper chest, then paused to regard the loosened strap. Jane's eyebrows raised as Hannah's fingertips gently took the upper hem of her top where the collar met the strap, then slowly eased it down until the gentle swell of Jane's left breast began to squeeze itself out of the garment. It didn't take much for the perky bosom to pop itself free, shaking for a brief moment before it sat still, sticking upwards like a mountain with a dark pink cap at the peak.
Jane looked at the exposed breast, then to her mother's face. Hannah was looking at it in a manner somewhere between looking at an adorable puppy and at a delicious dessert. Hannah's first contact with it involved her running her finger around the edge of it a couple of times in a circular motion, followed by her cupping it gently and seeming to test its weight and firmness with a slight squeeze and lift. She looked into her daughter's eyes as she did, letting out a small laugh when she noticed Jane gasp a little at the contact. Hannah pursed her lips, then placed her index finger at the top of Jane's chest, where she slowly ran it down it, and then up the curve of the exposed boob. Like a rollercoaster making the summit of an uphill track, she slowed the ascent as her finger approached the top, paused, then flicked Jane nipple as she ran it down the underside, laughing again as Jane gasped and twitched a little at that moment.
Hannah's next move was to repeat this, but not with her finger. She leaned down to place a kiss on Jane's upper chest, then stuck out her tongue, running it slowly down the path her finger had taken before. Jane felt the pleasant warmth where her mother's tongue was, following by the cooling sensation in its wake as the air touched the moist, saliva-coated trail upon her skin. Just as Hannah's tongue was about to make it to the summit, it detoured around, circling the pink peak twice before stopping just below it. Hannah looked her daughter in the eyes, and Jane looked back. Hannah wanted to know if her daughter really wanted this, and the look in Jane's eyes said yes. Jane thought she could make out the slightest hint of a smile before her mother gracefully flicked her tongue up and across her nipple, sending a pleasant tingle through it. Hannah did this about a dozen more times, and Jane felt the sensation begin to grow and other parts of her body to begin reacting to the stimulation too. Hannah's final flick of Jane's nipple was immediately followed up with her sucking onto the teat, whereby she gently nibbled, suckled and caressed it with her tongue.
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After only a couple of minutes that seemed like forever, Hannah removed her mouth from her daughter's teat with a big, sucking slurp. Sitting up and straddling Jane's waist, she smiled at her daughter with a small chuckle and grabbed the bottom of Jane's tank top with both hands. "Come on, honey. Let's get this off you," Hannah said.
Without even using her arms Jane pulled her self up, bending at the waist and raising her hands above her head. Her face raised up closer to Hannah's, her eyes locked on her mother's the entire time. Hannah paused for a moment, taken in by the intense gaze Jane was giving her. She thought back to the last time she'd seen such a strong, sensual look in her daughter's eyes, and her memory cast back to when she was lying above her in that locker room, gently massaging Jane's thigh. During the experience so far she'd seen some degree of nervousness or doubt in Jane's eyes, but this was the first time that it was completely erased. Instead, there was just a burning lust and a yearning for more. She had dreamed for so long to see a woman look at her like this, and the fact it was her precious Jane sent a chill through her very core.
Hannah felt heat come to her cheeks and she absent-mindedly dragged her tongue across her upper lip, then gradually pulled the garment between her fingers upwards, sliding it up her daughter's body. Jane's breasts were fully freed as her face vanished, but when it reappeared again the same deep, trance-like gaze was there as if it had never been interrupted. The temptation to look down at her now topless daughter was numbed by the pure want and desire in Jane's stare, and Hannah found her daughter's entire face fill her vision as Jane leaned forward to capture her lips in another sensual kiss. Jane slipped the tank top from her arms, then brought them down around her mother's shoulders, who seemed paralyzed from the mouth down from the first kiss between them with Jane in dominance. Jane eased herself back down onto the bed beneath her, gently encouraging Hannah down atop her as their tongues sparred. This continued for a little while even once Jane's head had sunk into the pillow, the younger Shepard exploring her mother's back and shoulders with roaming hands.
Hannah was the one to end the kiss, immediately sliding herself down her daughter's body without pause. Placing a couple of kisses on the way down, Hannah stopped once her eyes were level with Jane's breasts, and her hands caressed up the sides of Jane's hips to take them in her palms and gentle squeeze the soft mounds together. "They're so beautiful, Jane," Hannah said, massaging Jane's breasts softly. "So firm and perfect."
She planted a peck on the tip of the right one, eliciting a small moan from Jane. "I thought they were a bit small," Jane replied between small pants.
"No, they're absolutely perrrrrrfect," Hannah said, dragging her tongue across the left nipple. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch a pair of young, divine breasts like these again, honey." She tended to the right nipple again. "I honestly never thought I would."
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Hannah looked up with a curious expression, tongue still out and linked to the nipple beneath it by a strand of saliva. Jane felt strange, so started again. "Hannah?" No, that seemed wrong too. "Um.... what do you want me to call you while.... we're, uh...."
"Mother or Mom is fine, honey," Hannah said, sitting up, smiling warmly and taking Jane's hand. Then her eyes seemed to become heavily lidded and she added in a breathy voice, "In fact, I'd prefer it like that."
"Mother," Jane said again, and she noticed her mother let out a satisfied moan and bite her bottom lip as she said it, "I think it's my turn to tend to you for a while."
Jane placed a hand on her mother's right shoulder and eased the shoulder strap down her arm. Rising up in much the same manner as she had when her own top was removed, Jane leaned forward and pulled her mother's right breast free of the silky cloth that had hidden it until now. Cupping the orb gently, she extended her tongue out and flicked it across the nipple, eliciting the first noise from her mother since she'd started taking the initiative. After another couple of flicks, she began suckling at it, and felt Hannah cup the back of her head and hold her close.
"Oh, honey," Hannah said. "That feels wonnnnnderful!"
As Jane tended to her breast, Hannah moved her right leg forward a little, which rubbed up against Jane's inner thighs. The action caused Jane to bring her thighs closer against it and she pressed Hannah's knee into her crotch. A brief gasp from the contact interrupted the attention she was giving Hannah's nipple, but she soon resumed again, but pressed her aching sex into her mother's leg at the same time. Feeling the hint of warm moisture upon her knee, Hannah smiled and gently pulled Hannah off her breast. Jane looked up at her mother with confusion, wondering about the sly smile adorning Hannah's lips.
"I didn't know you were so worked up, honey," Hannah said, easing Jane back down into a lying position. "If I had, I wouldn't have let you keep yourself in suspense and focus on me."
Jane felt her mother's leg leave her crotch, but as she watched her mother descend back down, she soon realized she wasn't going to be left without contact there for long. Hannah lay on her side beside Jane in the bed, her face just above Jane's right breast. While the index finger of Hannah's left hand played with Jane's hair and tickled her cheek now and then, the same finger on the right hand was placed upon Jane's lips, and then began to trail down the center of her body. First her chin, then down her throat to her chest. It ran between her breasts, Hannah kissing Jane's right nipple as it did. The finger closed in on Jane's navel, where it circled around it a couple of times before continuing its journey. It flicked up over the waistband of Jane's panties, slowing down as it went further upon material instead of skin now. Jane held her breath as she watched, waiting for it to make it to her most sensitive spot. But it didn't. It stopped.
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"You're very sensitive, Jane," Hannah said, now gently stroking Jane's panties with only the very tip of her thumb, which felt like a very pleasant tickle to the younger Shepard. "Has anybody else ever touched you there before?"
"N-n-no," Jane admitted with a shiver. "Ju-just me."
"So, what you're saying is.... I'm the first," Hannah said. "That if we keep going, I'll be your first."
"Yes," Jane said, even though it wasn't a question. Her mother looked like she needed assurance though.
"Is that what you want?" Hannah asked next, staring into her daughter's eyes deeply.
For a moment Jane thought her mother was teasing, but the tone in her voice, while filled with desire, was also very genuine and serious. Jane's brow twisted and Hannah averted her gaze briefly and elaborated, her voice shaky. "I mean, I know a lot of people want their first time to be special, and with somebody who is just as special. I don't want to think I'm taking that away from you just to satisfy my own ancient desires, because I...."
Jane silenced her mother by placing a finger against her lips, then stroked her cheek.
"I want this, Mom," Jane told her. "You are special to me, and these moments we've been sharing have been special. So I have no doubt at all in my mind that if it's you, it will be special too."
Jane's hand moved to her mother's other shoulder then ran its way down the length of the arm until she wrapped her hand around the one at the end of it. Staring deeply into her mother's eyes, she spoke her next words with absolute conviction. "I want it to be you, Mom. I want my beautiful mother to be my first. I want you to touch me, kiss me, and pleasure me all night long, and I want to do the same to you. Because I trust you more than anything, and love you more than anything."
Jane pressed her thumb down over her mother's and into her own dampness, moaning as she did it and staring into her mother's very soul with hazy eyes of desire and love. "And I want you to love me," Jane finished with a husky voice. "Not just as a daughter, and not just as a lover, but as a daughter and a lover."
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