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“I saw you flirting with that guy.”
Senna sets the groceries on the table, and turning to face her daughter, asks, “What was that?”
“Oh come on, don’t play dumb.” Korra was leaning against the fridge, must have gotten home before Senna did. She’s closer now, stopping Senna with that all too familiar impudent look Korra wears much too well. Eyebrow raised, eyes accusing, arms crossed. She feels Korra’s gaze burn into her while trying to put the eggs in the fridge. With a huff and eye roll, she turns to Korra fully, not realizing that her daughter somehow towers over her, at least in stature. She’s not much taller but with her broad shoulders, piercing eyes, and confidence, it’s easy to feel overpowered.
“Come on mom, I saw you at the grocery store. That guy was chatting you up and you did nothing to stop him. You looked like you enjoyed it.”
“You saw me and didn’t say anything?” Senna asks, annoyed. “Oh please Korra, what am I supposed to do? I was just being polite.”
“Yeah, I see you’re being real polite lately.”
Senna frowns. “What are you insinuating?”
Korra sees how defensive and hurt her mother looks so she backs off, lightly grabbing her mother’s wrist to prevent her from walking away. “N-nothing. I just…. Dad’s been away a while and I know how lonely you probably are, doesn’t help with me being away all the time too with basketball. I just… don’t want you to do something crazy is all.”
Senna wants to take offense to this but she can see the real concern in her daughter's eyes, and to be telling the truth, the attention she’s been getting lately has been making her feel better during her husband's absence. It’s something she can’t deny.
“I appreciate your concern Korra. I know you wouldn’t say anything if you didn’t love your father and me. But you have nothing to be afraid of. I would never do anything to jeopardize the life we have, and I still love your father very much. Can you believe that?”
Senna holds Korra's hand back in a squeeze, trying to reassure her, smirking at the adorable pout on her daughter's face. “Yeah,” Korra mumbles. “Sorry if I, ya know, stepped out of line.”
“You just love your mom and dad, there’s nothing to be sorry about.”
Korra nods, relaxing her grasp on her mother’s wrist so that Senna can step back and give Korra a chiding pat on the cheek. “Now,” she says, walking back to the counter full of groceries. “Help me put these away.”
…
Senna was folding laundry, her attention drifting on and off from the television, and a part of herself wondering where Korra was. The girl was almost nineteen, so the curfew was much laxer, and she trusted Korra. Despite getting into occasional trouble because of her larger-than-life personality, she was still a good kid. Still, it was hard for Senna not to be worried. Being worried about her daughter wasn’t a habit she was going to get rid of for a while.
She sees the headlights move past the living room’s curtains like a ghost, reflecting off the fabric for a moment and then disappearing. Senna waits for the door to open but nothing happens. She gets up from the couch, approaching the curtains with caution. Slowly, she peeks out, curious. There’s a car parked outside their driveway, quiet on the curb. The lights are on inside the vehicle making it easy to see what’s going on in the dark neighborhood. She sees Korra in the passenger seat talking to the driver, a girl Korra’s age. They must be on the basketball team together if the uniform she’s wearing has any indication. They look friendly. The girl keeps touching Korra’s shoulder, lingering over her, and Senna gets a strange feeling watching them like she’s not supposed to be seeing this, but that fact makes her feel like she has to keep watching.
Her mouth falls open in quiet shock when she sees Korra lean over to the driver’s seat to kiss the girl. Not just kiss, but touch, her hand trailing over the girl’s neck to under the strap of her jersey, to over her chest. They’re kissing like they’re devouring the other and it’s all pure teenage lust, a lust Senna can remember well. And she really should shut the curtain tight and walk away, forgetting she saw anything at all but something keeps her glued there, something keeps her fascinated by the concept of Korra making out with another girl. The way they go about it, the way they seem already so familiar, Senna would have to guess they get up to much more than kissing. When the teens finally part, that’s when Senna does as well. Walking back to the couch and sitting with nerves aflame all over. She tries to go back to folding laundry but feels as though she can't, instead, pretends to be very focused on the tv. She forgot what she was even watching.
It feels like an eternity before she hears the jingling of keys and the door opening, and even then she only chances a quick glance towards Korra entering the house before retreating back to the tv.
“Hey, sorry,” Korra says, sounding worn out. “Practice ran a little late.”
Senna already knows better and mentally rolls her eyes but still puts on a pleasant facade when Korra is making noise in the kitchen, opening up drawers and cupboards. She gets up carefully from the couch, joining Korra in the kitchen, watching her while she rests her hip against the counter. Korra is whipping up some sort of sandwich, as always using too much turkey. Trying to force her voice to be as casual as possible, she says, “I made dinner you know. Pasta.”
Korra looks sheepish. “Sorry, just in the mood for a sandwich.”
Senna cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “And you’re going to make one using all of the kitchen?”
“Don’t exaggerate,” Korra laughs, throwing on some leftover rotisserie chicken. “I’ll take some pasta for lunch tomorrow. I’m sure it’s bomb as always.”
Senna chuckles, shaking her head. She asks, “How was practice? You look tired.”
“I am tired,” Korra says around a bite of sandwich. “Couch has been really on my ass lately. She doesn’t seem to care that I’m like, one of the best players, she always gives me a hard time.”
“It’s probably because you are one of their best players that she’s hard on you,” Senna offers, a little spark of pride flickering in her at her daughter’s success as an athlete.
Korra shrugs, and then seeing the laundry on the coffee table says, “Oh are you still doing laundry? I need my jersey washed for tomorrow, I lost the other one again.”
Before Senna can say anything, Korra is already crossing her arms over to grab the edge of her jersey, and in one swell swoop that feels much slower than it is, chucks it off, handing the damp material to her mother.
Senna, suddenly flustered, takes the jersey without much thought, her brain staggering to take in the image of Korra standing casually at the bar without a shirt, just a gray sports bra, the kitchen light doing wonders for her abs and biceps.
“K-Korra!” Senna chides.
“What?” Korra shrugs and goes to take another wolfish bite. “It’s not like dad’s here or anything.”
“You know better,” Is all Senna says but it has no real bite. She’s seen Korra shirtless before, countless times but never before has she felt so… ruffled while looking at her daughter’s body. It must be because of what I saw, Senna reasons with herself. She turns away, walking briskly away, and tosses the jersey into the hamperr. She seats herself back on the couch, trying to distract herself by folding the rest of the laundry. Every Once in a while, she catches herself stealing glances towards Korra, feeling in awe of her daughter’s sculpted body. The fourth time Senna catches herself doing it she shakes her head and forces her head down. Something must be deeply wrong with me to gawk at my daughter like this. She must be lonelier than she originally thought. She sighs. I’m gonna have to take care of that.
…
Korra is elated that she got to cut practice early today. She gets a ride straight home despite Asami’s insistence on doing other things, but practice has really been kicking her ass lately and all she wants to do is go home and hit the hay.
Entering the house, she notices it’s quiet. Usually, her mother is doing something or another, but she’s met with an empty house for the most part. Strange, since mom’s car is out front but she shrugs it off, tossing her bag by the door and going straight to the kitchen for a snack. Maybe mom is tired or sick, Korra figures. She was acting a little strange last night after all. Now with a new sense of worry, Korra treads up the stairs and down the hall on quiet feet, not wanting to interrupt her mother if she doesn’t feel well. When she gets to her parent’s bedroom, she notices the light rom under the door, and muffled noises that hide behind the sturdy oakwood. Curious, she presses her ear to the door, listening for signs of life. What she gets makes her blood stop cold, then run hotter than before.
Her mother is moaning. And the nature of the moaning is not lost on Korra, hearing girls cry out in pleasure many times herself. She’s angry for a moment, trying to figure out if there’s somebody else in the room with her, but it doesn’t sound like it, the only sound is coming from her mother, and there were no other signs of another person being in the house like another car or extra shoes sitting by the door. Yet, Korra can’t pull herself away from the door. She can hear her mother, sounding so different, so seductive, younger, and it’s almost intoxicating.
“Yesss…Yes. Please, oh please.”
Korra gulps. From the sounds, the wet slapping, and hips digging into sheets, she figures her mother must be fucking herself with a toy of some kind. She tries not to think of any particular image but her brain is already coming up with plenty of dirty thoughts for her. She pictures what her mother must look like, legs spread open, a hard cock, real rutting into over and over again or silicone, guided by her eager hand digging into a willing and wet cunt.
“Fuck! Yes, please, please, please…”
She’s begging and Korra feels sick. She wants to hear more and that thought is enough to make her walk away from the door. She’s more careful than before and takes great effort to sneak out properly, grabbing her bag again and opening the door carefully before slipping out. She figures she can head to the local park and shoot some hoops, get her mind off what she just heard. But walking, noticing how wound-up she felt, she regretted declining Asami’s offer.
…
When Senna’s orgasm comes she lets out sultry whimpers and gasps, letting herself fall into pleasure. It had been so long since she touched herself, so long since she used a dildo to do it, and when she usually does it, it’s a simple means to an end, to get her off so she can get on with her day and forget about her sexual frustration, but today she felt the need to take her time. She took a nice soothing hot bath accompanied by a glass of red wine, and used the time to relax her muscles and just think of anything and everything that aroused her. Most of the images were of her husband, Tonraq rutting into her, rougher than he usually did, taking her every way, fucking her with a passion they hadn’t experienced in a while. Some of the images were of entirely random men she met in passing who were obviously attracted to her. She felt guilty, thinking of them and how they could potentially take her, and how she could service their cocks, their hard cocks so hard and eager for her.
When out of the bath, she wrapped herself in her nice white fluffy robe, laying on her bed where another glass of wine was poured and even more scandalous thoughts took place. They were all mostly innocent, just the perversions of a horny woman, but as she began to touch herself, playing with her nipples and caressing her body down to her stomach and pelvis, she thought of some other things that were not so innocent.
Like the image of her daughter in the car with that other girl, how their kissing made the bottom of Senna’s stomach sway, how she suddenly wanted to apply pressure to her crotch but prevented herself from doing so. At first, she thinks it must be the idea of women kissing in general that turns her on so much, so her fantasies switch from random men having their way with her to random women. Women she’s noticed were attractive, from celebrities to people in her daily life. Women eager to lap at her breasts and pussy. Even depraved images her eating women out while they did the same to her, girls, younger, older, taking turns fucking her with a strap-on. And it is arousing, but these thoughts only seem to lead to one thing every time. She keeps thinking of Korra, no matter how hard she tries to shake the image of her daughter out of her head. Shaking away the image of tanned chiseled abs, of sizable breasts, squeezed into a sports bra, of how Korra looked so experienced when it came to pleasuring another girl. She pictures her fucking that girl from last night, Korra eating her out, their bodies close, sliding together in pleasure, of fingers entering her friend in and out. It’s too much, and Senna grabs her bottle of lube and dildo, slathering herself up despite feeling like there's no need, because she’s so wet that it makes her dizzy.
So she fucks herself to the thought of her daughter and she’s too deep in her own pleasure to care anymore.
Her climax comes soon enough, but she could have spent hours sliding the large silicone dick in and out of herself. When the orgasm fades, more of that shame settles. She hasn't been feeling herself lately, but she has hope that everything is going to go back to normal when Tonraq returns.
When she cleans herself up again, putting on some fresh clothes and letting the alcohol leave her consciousness, she leaves her room to start up dinner for when Korra comes home. Only, when she enters the kitchen, she sees the tell-tale signs that somebody was in her previously cleaned kitchen, and from the looks of it, it’s Korra. Protein powder still opened on the counter with powder sprinkled over the counter. At first, she’s annoyed about the mess, but after calling the girl’s name and knocking on her door, she finds that Korra is not in the house. Wait, Senna wonders, she’s usually not home until later. Did she get out early? Her annoyance has melted into curiosity and then plummets to quiet horror. When was she here? And how long did she stay? Senna wasn’t being careful nor quiet, thinking she had the house to herself. If Korra was here while she was pleasuring herself there’s no way she didn’t hear. Senna blushes in shame, covering herself with her arms, feeling as if she’s still naked.
She nearly jumps when the door opens and in comes Korra. The panic becomes even stronger as their eyes meet, both strangely still for a moment before Korra enters the house fully, kicking her shoes off. “Hey mom,” she says, looking down while making sure her shoes are neatly set next to her mother’s trainers. Something she rarely bothers to do.
“Hey,” Senna calls out softly. She makes an effort to relax her shoulders. “Were you here earlier?
“Uh.” Korra starts walking to her room, bag on her shoulder. “Yeah, but only for a quick snack. I wanted to go shoot some more hoops.”
“I see.”
It feels awkward, and Senna can’t tell if she’s imagining it or if the vibe really is that bad. And seeing her daughter again makes Senna even more guilty from the fact that she was imagining her in bed. Before Korra can escape to her room, Senna grabs her arm, not missing the way Korra’s skin jumps underneath her touch.
“Hey, uh…” She doesn’t know how to start this, what she even wants to say. “You know, if you need to talk or… anything, you know you can come to me right?”
Korra frowns in confusion. “Yeah, I know.”
“I just feel like we haven’t really talked in a while. I guess it’s easier to notice since your father’s not here. It’s been quiet lately.”
Korra sighs, letting her grip on her bag loosen. “Yeah. Sorry. I guess I’ve just been a little distracted lately with school and the team and… stuff.”
Senna smiles wryly, tilting her head. “Stuff?”
Korra rubs the back of her head, a nervous gesture, looking away from her mother’s prying eyes. “Yeah, just… stuff.”
“Well, you are at that age where stuff is happening.”
Korra chuckles sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Then, looking a bit more serious says,” I’ll make more of an effort to stop being such a space case, okay?”
Before Senna can say anything, Korra is already running down the hall, and calling over her shoulder yells, “I’m gonna put my bag away and then help with dinner okay?”
Senna sighs when Korra is out of sight. She doesn’t have anything to worry about, they just have to keep being a family, that’s all. The rest will work itself out.
…
Korra’s focus is laser-focused. Most games it is, but this game is different, because she’s being watched by her mother, and that’s nothing special. Her parents are at almost every game she’s played. But for some reason, she feels like showing off, being successful, having her mom be proud of her. She doesn’t know what it is but lately, things have felt a little off. It’s weird to say things are awkward between herself and her mother because nothing’s really happened between them. It’s mostly a feeling. Every time they’re together things feel tense, without any reason why they should. Korra feels like she’s being watched, and in turn, she finds herself watching her mother a lot more too. Without her dad there, the atmosphere has changed drastically. It’s not necessarily bad, it’s just different. Korra likes it in a sense. Likes it being just the two of them every once in a while. But there is something there that Korra can’t quite put her finger on.
But right now that doesn’t matter. Because when she’s on the court, everyone’s eyes on her, adrenaline pumping through her veins, all that matters is winning.
When the timer runs out right after she’s made the last shot, the sound of the buzzer mixed with the excited crowd suddenly cheering, brings her back to earth. Her teammates clamor around her, pushing her around and playfully punching her on the shoulder. Asami even gives her a deep hug and Korra is all too eager to hug her back. Over Asami’s shoulder, she searches the crowd and finds her mother, standing along with the rest of the crowd. When their eyes meet, Korra throws her a winning grin to which Senna returns.
When the teams are leaving the court, Korra stays behind, lightly jogging to the bleachers where she finds her mother looking ready to head out.
“Oh,” Senna says, putting her purse on her shoulder. “You’re not going with the rest of the team?”
“Nah. Is it alright if I get a ride?”
Senna smiles at this, nodding, but before the two of them can make their way down the bleachers, they’re approached by a man. Korra recognizes him as one of her team-mate’s dad, somebody she doesn’t know all too well but sees often enough.
“You did great out there Korra,” The man says.
“Thanks,” Korra says politely.
He turns all his attention to Senna. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you without Tonraq, Senna.”
“Well, he’s on a business trip, so I came to support Korra on my own.”
The man is nodding, an artificial smile on his face. Korra wants to leave.
“You know, if you guys don’t have any other plans, we can go grab a bite to eat. My treat of course.”
Korra can feel the discomfort radiating off her mother and without barely much thought, wraps her hand around her waist, holding her close, so close that the unexpected closeness of their bodies causes Korra to shake away the feeling less she dwells on how much she enjoys the heat of Senna’s body.
“Sorry, I’m treating my mom tonight, maybe some other time Jack.”
Korra doesn’t even know for sure if the guy’s name is Jack but she’s guiding her mother down the bleachers and out of the building, a possessive arm wrapped around her. It’s not till they’re in the parking lot that she notices and awkwardly extracts it.
“You sure were eager to leave,” her mother comments, a knowing tilt to her voice.
Korra walks ahead shrugging. “That guy hits on single moms all the time, I just didn’t want you to have to go through his creepy advances.”
“Oh come on, he seems like a nice enough guy.”
Korra shrugs again, waiting for her mother to open the door for her. When they’re both sitting down, Korra feels a hand on her thigh. She turns to watch her mother. “Thank you for protecting me then,” Senna says, with a gentle smile and playful eyes.
Korra, blushing, turns to look out the window. “Yeah, whatever,” she mutters to which Senna only giggles.
“Is it true what you said?”
“About what?” Korra asks.
“You’re gonna treat me?”
Korra laughs. “I guess I have no choice now, do I?”
…
Korra told her not to wait up or worry about dinner, that she was going to be out late practicing. Senna rolled her eyes. She knew what late-night ‘practicing’ meant. But, she allowed Korra the kindness of ignorance and went about her night.
She cooked herself a nice dinner, watched her shows without the snark of her sarcastic daughter, and even caught up on some light reading but the entire time she couldn’t help but feel a little lonely. She and Korra were really starting to enjoy each other's company.
Senna would find herself wondering what her daughter was up to but the answer was too predictable, and Senna could do nothing but think about it. Korra was probably with that one teammate. The really pretty one with flawless skin and dark silky hair. Senna caught her reflection on the tv and compared her own appearance to the girl that Korra was no doubt having sex with. She wasn’t bad for her age, no, she could realize despite her insecurities that she was still a beautiful woman, but Korra was so young, with such an amazing and tight body. Korra probably didn’t go for women like Senna. She would probably be put off by the baby fat around her midsection and thighs, maybe even find her light stretch marks unappealing.
Senna thought about masturbating again, but she felt as if that wasn’t possible to get the edge off. She was sitting with deeply uncomfortable arousal with only a vague idea where it could be coming from. More than anything, she wanted Korra to come home. What she wanted Korra to do or say… She wasn't sure, she just wanted Korra.
It was late, maybe eleven before Senna began to get ready for bed. She went up to her room to change into something comfortable. She stripped down to nothing, and observed herself in the mirror, watching her body. She lifted her breasts slightly, trying to perk them up a little, and turned to inspect her ass. Looking at herself like this, she conceded that maybe her body was desirable. She had an amazing ass if anything. If they weren't related, and Korra just saw her as some random woman, would Korra be turned on by her naked body? The thought was exhilarating, but an even more exhilarating thought was what if Korra saw her body now? And was still turned on by the sight of her own mother’s body? Senna felt herself between the legs, seeing that she had become wet at the mere idea.
That’s when she decided she was going to do something crazy. She was going to seduce Korra. Or at the very least, toy with the idea that she wants to.
She picks out some nice underwear, underwear she only wears when she and Tonraq are going out to a nice restaurant, and hides her body with a black silk robe, wrapping it tight but still making sure her cleavage is being put on display.
She goes back downstairs, setting two glasses and a bottle of wine on the bar, and waits with nervous excitement.
…
When Korra gets home that night, she’s surprised that the lights in the house are still on, usually, her mother is asleep by this time, and when she enters the house, she’s a little worried that she might somehow be in trouble with the way Senna is waiting at the bar, chin in hand, bored fingers playing with the rim of a wine-glass.
“Korra, come here. Why don’t you join me for a night cap.”
Korra lifts a brow in mild surprise but can’t help but grin. “Mom? What’s with you?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. We’ve been honest with each other, haven’t we? The honest truth is, I want a drink, and I don’t want to drink alone. So why don’t you pour us a glass?”
Korra drops her bag near the entryway- something her mother usually detests, and true she gets a chiding look but nothing more. When Korra joins her at the bar, she notices her mother’s state of dress- nothing but a thin robe. Nothing scandalous but still more revealing than she’s used to. Korra finds the way her mother’s bare legs cross over each other, the way her feet arch elegantly over the barstool… Well, it’s interesting, but Korra decides not to spend too much time on her mother’s body. She can understand the attention her mother gets from guys, she’s a total knock-out. Korra's not so proud as she can’t say her parents are attractive. She has eyes after all and not to be too cocky, they did pass down their genes to her and she’s not doing too bad for herself in the looks department.
“I’m still kind of sweaty from practice,” Korra says, feeling a sudden nervousness when she grabs the wine bottle, taking the wine opener and opening it just as she’s seen her parents and all other adults do. She somehow feels self-conscious in her mother’s presence.
Senna waves it off, laughing. “Oh, I don’t mind. You are….sweaty though.”
Senna can still see how Korra's arms and collar bones are damp with sweat, making the definition in her arms that much noticeable, that much tantalizing. It reminds her of Tonroq's body in a sense, how toned he was, the power beneath his wired muscles. But Korra was much more slim, like a lithe panther. Senna was a little stunned at the graceful power Korra had even in the simplest of movements.
Her wine glass was filled, and grateful she picked it up, urging Korra to do the same. The two women clinked their glasses together. “Cheers,” Senna said, raising her glass, “To mother and daughter.”
Korra chuckled before sitting on the stool next to her. “Hear hear.”
Both of them took a generous sip, the alcohol a nice distraction from both of their unsettling but pervading thoughts.
“This can’t be your first drink, can it? Star of the basketball team, you must be getting up to all sorts of trouble.” And seeing Korra’s dubious look laughs, waving her hand. “Don’t worry you’re not going to get in trouble.”
Korra looked embarrassed fiddling with her glass. “You know I don’t really drink. I try to stay on top of my a-game you know?”
“So here I am, corrupting my poor innocent daughter,” Senna teases.
“Hey, I’m not so innocent. I’m graduating high school soon. Practically an adult.”
Not so innocent indeed, Senna thinks, remembering how she saw her daughter with her ‘friend’ the other day.
“How was it?” Senna asks. “Practice?”
Korra somehow becomes sheepish. “It was alright.”
“Alright? Just alright?”
Korra shoots her a suspicious look. “Well yeah, it was just practice.”
Senna thinks about this for a moment. “Was that one teammate with you? You know the really pretty one with green eyes?”
Korra chuckles at that. “You mean Asami.” she coughs, shifting in her seat. “Yeah, she was.”
“I bet the boys are always hounding for her affection.” And with an inconspicuous sip adds, “Girls too even.”
Korra laughs at that. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“You know, you don’t talk about boys or anything with us at all. Is that something you’re not interested in?”
Korra takes a drink, a thoughtful look on her face. “I’m just focused on basketball and school right now. That’s all. Besides, it’s awkward talking about dating with you guys, you have to understand that.”
“I suppose so. You know when I was your age I got into all sorts of trouble with boys that my parents never knew about. Even a couple of girls.” That part is a lie, she just wants to see Korra’s expression, and as she thought, Korra perks up slightly, looking at her with wide eyes.
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. I knew this one girl, she was a lesbian and I was just a curious teenager so one thing lead to another-”
“Mom!” Korra exclaims in shock, though a goofy grin is plastered over her face, obviously interested.
Senna waits for Korra to say she’s oversharing or anything to make her stop but when she doesn’t, she continues, “The boys never went down on me, but she did. I remember being in her car in the back seat. One of the best orgasms I ever had.” The memory is fake but Korra’s reaction is very real. She’s suddenly very quiet, eyes glazed slightly, obviously enraptured.
“Does dad know?” she asks, voice strained slightly.
Senna smiles and shakes her head. “No, so we keep this a secret okay?”
Korra breathlessly laughs and shakes her head. “Jeez.”
It goes on like that for a while longer, the both of them slowly sipping at their wine, another glass poured, more quiet and teasing words exchanged.
When Korra finishes her second glass she blinks lazily, and Senna sees how Korra’s gaze has become looser with the way it keeps traveling along the length of her body, stopping on her thighs and chest constantly. It doesn’t even seem like she wants to hide it, and Senna is glad with giving her an eyeful, letting the robe slip more and more as the hour goes on. It’s not long before Korra is practically ogling Senna's chest. But she catches herself staring and their eyes meet again, but there's no embarrassment or shame, just dark passion. Korra coughs awkwardly. “Maybe it’s time for bed,” she says quietly before standing up.
Senna, worried she’ll leave, gets up quickly, and feigning dizziness falls into Korra’s arms. Korra holds her close, steading her.
“Korra,” Senna breathes into her neck, holding onto her jersey like it’s a sacred treasure. “Take me to my room? I’ve had a little too much to drink.”
It’s not really true. Two glasses of wine have gotten her pleasantly buzzed but all the feelings, the weird tension between them have made her feel like she’s been drunk for hours.
“Yeah,” Korra practically whispers, her hands on the small of Senna’s back. “Of course.”
When they make their way upstairs, Senna holds on tighter to Korra to stop her from leaving.
“It’s embarrassing but I need help. It’s hard to get the clasp, and I’m more comfortable sleeping naked. Help me?”
It feels rehearsed, scripted, but Korra is captivated either way. The room is dark except for the moonlight that pours through the window. She can see her mother’s body through the vanity, bathed with a blue glow. She’s looking at Korra through the reflection, holding onto the belt around her robe, fiddling with the knot.
Korra approaches until her breath is hitting her mother’s neck. “Can you untie it?” She asks, words straining to escape a tight throat. Senna just nods, evading the dark look in Korra's eyes, instead all of her attention going to untying the robe. When it’s untied, she lets the fabric drop down her arms, it’s rather slow and awkward and Korra has to help pull it over her round hips, but it hits the floor and that leaves Senna in nothing but lacey blue lingerie. It’s nothing crazy, but surely her mother has more comfortable underwear for hanging around in just the house? The implications leave Korra's brain puttering away like a broken engine and she lets herself devour her mother’s body with hungry eyes. The woman is still in amazing shape, with round thighs and hips, yet slender where it counts. Korra's used to other teenagers' bodies. Awkward and unsure, springy but lacking experience. Her mother is mature and defined with folds and subtle stretch marks. It’s fascinating, and Korra wants to discover every nook and cranny. Especially those breasts that were hidden away in blue padding, ample and heavy.
Almost with no thought, Korra goes to unhook senna's bra. It takes a couple of tries because of shaky hands but when it unclips Korra can feel her heart drop, anticipation invading every sense of her being.
Senna is shy at first, still holding it to her chest, but eventually, she lets it fall, freeing the two mounds of ample flesh. Korra feels herself practically salivating. They sag just a little but it looks captivating on Senna and her perky nipples stand to attention, dark areolas on tanned skin. Korra feels like she’s watching filthy porn rather than looking at her mother, but maybe it’s right to feel dirty given the circumstances.
“Here, let me help.” Korra pulls the loose bra away from senna's body, tossing it aside somewhere before her attention is on the small panties that do nothing to conceal the shape of her mother’s ass. Korra has to resist the urge to palm her jiggly butt like she has to resist the urge to bite on her nails or pop bubble wrap. “What about these?” Korra asks, and senna doesn’t have to make any guess as to what her daughter is referring to. She nods slowly, biting her lip in nervous anticipation while watching Korra observe her with some intense eyes, the blue of them practically lighting up the room.
Korra's fingers dig under the band, and she leaves them there for a good moment before pulling them over her mother’s ass in one agonizing move. She kneels on the floor, helping them journey further down her mother’s curvy legs. She takes her time, her eyes trailing up her legs to the incredible view of her ass from down below. She can almost see her pussy lips from her position too, but Senna's legs aren’t far enough apart for a good view. She doesn’t stop herself from letting her hands palm at smooth brown thighs and calves, helping lift caramel legs to remove the underwear entirely. And as much as she would love to stay where she was and simply look upon her mother’s body like a voyeur, she slowly stands back up, directly behind her again, both of their heartbeats so close together. They regard each other in the mirror, feeling the other out.
“Are you still tired?” Korra whispers.
Senna shakes her head no. Then she moves away from Korra to sit on the edge of the bed, her thighs close together but arms by her side, chest still there to be gawked at.
“Join me?” she asks, not entirely sure what she means, what she wants.
Korra has spent the entire evening trying to figure out what was happening, what she was feeling, if she was understanding things quite right. But now she’s certain what she has to do, what’s expected of her. She can at least read the signs and refuses to sweep them under the rug anymore.
She sits by Senna. Without any further instruction, she combs her hands through her mother’s hair, moving it away from her shoulder. “You’re so beautiful, mom.”
Senna feels herself blush. Her whole body is warm yet shaky at the same time. She bites down a gasp when Korra’s hand lingers over her chest where her heart is beating. Her breast is being caressed by Korra, curious fingers pinching and playing with her sensitive flesh. She bends down to engulf an excited nipple in an eager mouth. She holds the breast for better leverage, her open mouth sucking as much as she can. She would never be this eager with any of the girls she’s been with, would always tread on careful water but under the circumstances, she feels like she can’t half-ass this. She needs as much as her mother’s willing to give her.
When Korra switches to the other breast, her wet tongue lapping over a hard nipple, Senna can’t help but mewl, lifting her chest to give Korra better access. It’s a strange sensation because it feels so good and it’s just her breasts, but watching her daughter lap on her chest and suck on her nipples was a titillating image on its own. It was strange to make the connection that Korra used to do this exact same thing as a baby, but of course, it never made Senna feel this good.
She encourages Korra by petting her head, scratching at her scalp. The sounds that are coming just from saliva and lips on her burning skin is already stirring the bottom of her stomach and leaving an ache between her thighs. Korra leaves her mother’s breast with a pop sound. “Feel good?” she asks, already knowing the answer.
Senna nods. “Yes,” she says through a raspy voice. And then, “Korra? Come here baby, let's get you undressed.”
Kora swallows and allows her mother to take her jersey off, at the same time kicking her shoes and socks off. When the jersey is off, relief hits as cool air settles over her flushed skin. Her breasts, covered by a sports bra, are free as well when her mother tears it off her body. Now she’s shirtless in front of her mother, and it’s sort of embarrassing but mostly thrilling considering her mother is completely naked. She unties her hair, letting it fall loose around her face and shoulders.
There’s a moment of stillness as they regard one and another, their situation, their bodies, just everything. And then Senna makes a move, but Korra follows it all the way through, and suddenly they're kissing. It’s never slow, never feels romantic. Just straight passion right from the bottle. Hot and oozy and making their minds melt faster than the wine. Kora takes the liberty of feeling everything she can of Senna’s body, feeling her mom squirm underneath her fingertips. The biggest move comes from letting her hand wander down a soft stomach to grope a bare crotch, and she’s cupping her mother’s sex in her hand, squeezing to let her know how turned on she is by her body. Her mom is wet, that much she can feel. And the more she gropes and lets her fingers wander, the more her mother squirms and moans, drool starting to catch on her lip.
Senna escapes Korra’s mouth for breath, breathing hard, and says, “So good, Korra, so good.”
Korra kisses and licks at her ear. “I want to make you feel even better. Whatever you want, I want to do it.”
“Then let me,” Senna says, giving Korra one more sloppy kiss before she’s sliding to the floor on her knees. Before Korra can ask what she’s doing, Senna is kneeling between her spread legs, hands already grabbing for her basketball shorts. When Korra realizes what’s happening she moans at the image alone, and mutters, “Fuck,” before helping her mother slide her shorts and underwear down her legs. She’s burning with shame at how exposed she’s become but that doesn’t seem to matter to the woman between her legs because it’s only a moment of staring before she’s digging right in.
Korra couldn’t be quiet if she tried. She doesn’t think she’s ever felt this good with a mouth on her bare pussy. And it could be that Senna is just experienced or because it’s the fact that it’s her and that makes it all that much better for Korra, but she can’t think about it too hard when her mind is clouded with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, mom.”She can’t even register how weird that might be for her mother to hear while going down on her own daughter but that’s how good it feels. “So fucking good,” she breathes, digging her finger through her hair, letting the other arm support her weight as she leans back trying to spread her legs as much as possible, thrusting her hips into her mother’s eager and willing mouth. She can gather that Senna is enjoying herself too with how she licks and sucks on her wet pussy lips like it’s the last thing she’ll ever eat, moaning and nodding her head now and then, eyes closed in bliss.
Korra already knows she’s not going to last long. She would question anybody who could in her position. “I-I’m gonna-”
Senna redoubles her efforts, not seeming to take that as a warning but as encouragement. Her tongue seeks further inside and then suckles at Korra’s twitching clit until Korra is yelling out in pleasure. “Yesss,” Korra hisses, “Yes!”
When Senna feels the floodgates open, she eases up, giving light soothing kisses and soft little suckles here and there until Korra’s tightly sprung body relaxes. Senna kisses up her body until she's mouthing at Korra’s wonderfully defined abs, letting her tongue trace every toned muscle. Korra, struggling to breathe, looks down at the fevered woman, who still kneels between her wet and sticky thighs. She pets her head once more, finding her mother to be incredibly sexy and cute all at once.
“Made me come so much,” Korra says, kind of in awe.
“You taste so good baby girl,” Senna says into her flushed skin.
“Let me,” Korra breathes. Her body feels wrecked but there’s no way she can stop now. She helps pull her mother up, positioning her so she’s sitting on her lap, legs spread over Korra’s. She kisses up her damp neck, mouthing at her ear. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you so badly. I can’t stop thinking about how you’re gonna feel around my fingers.”
Senna moans. “Do it, Korra. Fuck me, please.”
Korra doesn’t need to be asked twice and holds her mother steady so she can bury two fingers into Senna’s wet cunt. Slowly, her fingers sink deeper until they’re to the knuckle, and Senna whines at the feeling of being full. Korra moves them in and out, scissoring them the way she’s learned how to. Senna is enthusiastic, moving her hips along to her thrusts.
“Oh Korra,” She sighs. “Feels good. I knew you’d be good, I knew it.”
Korra, her ego being stroked, works harder, her arm getting tired with how fast she’s entering Senna’s pussy.
And Senna loves it, being filled by Korra just feels so right, but her mind keeps wandering. She doesn’t want to be the only one pleasured. She wants to spend the entire night licking Korra’s pussy and abs, making her cum over and over again. It’s the only night they might do this so she wants to indulge in Korra’s pleasure as much as she can. Hesitantly she grabs Korra’s arm, urging her to slow down.
“Too much?” Korra asked worriedly, slowing her fingers down.
Senna shakes her head. “Not enough.” She aids Korra in removing her fingers, missing how full her daughter made her. “Come here.”
What follows is Senna getting off Korra’s lap, rolling onto the center of the bed, positioning her daughter to sit, and climbing on her lap again so their legs were spread, thigh over thigh, cunt to cunt. In this position she could appreciate just how different their skin tones were, how the shape of their legs looked so similar but different, Korra’s so toned and dark and her own pudgy but still attractive in their own right, especially when tangled up with Korra’s. It didn’t take long for Korra to figure out just what her mother was trying to accomplish and she went from patiently waiting to actively contributing to getting their bodies in the right position. Every time their sexes touched, no matter how light, they both let out guttural moans and sighs.
Soon, their cunts are lined up just right, and the feeling was so intoxicating Senna has to hold onto Korra’s strong shoulders for support less she falls. Korra herself holds onto her mother’s waist, it seems so slim and small in Korra’s arms. She chuckles nervously. “H-How do we…?”
“I guess just move?” Senna responds, amused at Korra’s sudden shyness. She goes first, lifting her hips, moving them back and forth in little precise movement until she gets some friction going. They’re both so wet, practically sliding off of each other, and the sound enough could make Korra come again. Korra seems to get the idea and surprises Senna by pushing her down back on the bed, perhaps for better control. Senna holds on tight, interlocking her hands over Korra’s neck, wrapping her legs over wide hips so Korra can roll her body over hers just right.
Their clits are kissing, pussy lips sliding over and over. Korra has to be careful or she’ll become addicted to having sex with her mother.
They’re fucking. Plain and simple, and Korra feels like an animal the way she ruts into her mother, the way she chases her own pleasure.
“Ohh… Oh fuck,” Korra hisses. She’s doing most of the work now, gravitating her hips back and forth, in little circles, anything to spark the flame, but she can’t stop. She’s grateful for all her athletic training so that she could be able to do this without any breaks.
“Has it ever felt this good,” Her mother asks in between moans and heavy breathes, “Has any other girl made you feel this good?”
“No,” Korra shakes her head. “You feel so good, so fucking good. Better than anybody.” Korra feels like she’s not thinking straight, not in her right mind, she’s just a tool used to pleasure her mother. “So gorgeous,” Korra says, looking down the length of her mother’s writhing body. “So sexy.”
Her mother’s eyes close in deep pleasure, her head straining back, and presented with her neck, Korra licks the length of it, nibbling at her pulse.
“I’m coming soon,” Senna breathes out.
“I know, me too.”
It’s quiet in the room except for the rustling of sheets, lustful moans and sighs, and the slickness that both their cunts produce. There’s a thick stench in the room that settles over them, making them all the more aroused. It’s not long before they’re gasping, begging, pleading with one another, their hips shaking, pleasure spiking at the bottom of their stomach, and sparks bursting beneath their eyelids.
They take forever to fully stop, still slowly sliding against each other through their exhaustion. Soon, Korra lets herself collapse, finally letting herself rest. But even in the post-glow, she’s still catching her breath, still trying to shake off the adrenaline. She rests her cheek on her mom’s ample breasts, kissing the sweat-streaked skin like an exhausted puppy.
“That was…” Senna says, still trying to catch her breath.
“Great.” Korra finishes.
They both get comfortable with the way their naked bodies feel together and the pleasure aches that wring through them. That’s how they stay until early into the morning. When daylight begins to peek out from the curtains, Korra reluctantly gets up, seeing that her mother has fallen asleep. Korra gets up, dragging her clothes back on her body. Before she leaves, she covers her mother’s body properly, and leaves, shutting the door quietly.
…
Before they know it, Tonraq is back, and the minute he walks through the front door, it feels like everything just quietly falls back to normal. Korra and Senna never really talked about that night, but it’s clear when they talk, when they regard each other, that they both remember it well. But as Korra sits at the dining table, watching her father and mother talk, she feels herself leaving Senna’s mind. She looks at Korra like a mother would a daughter, and nothing more. And that’s fine, that’s how it probably should be.
“Anything happen while I was gone?” Tonraq asks.
They share a brief look, sort of knowing but quick enough that nobody can dwell on it.
“No,” Senna says. “Just us girls hanging out.”
Tonraq seems to chuckle at that and the conversation drifts elsewhere but Korra keeps looking at her mother who is looking at her husband, Korra’s father. She feels like she holds something special, something only they can share, and the thought is thrilling if not slightly terrifying.
Their eyes meet more, this time Senna does regard her, and even gives her a clever little smile before her eyes meet Tonraq once more. And it might not happen again, it might seem like a dream to Korra for the rest of her life, but it’s a dream she’ll relive over and over.