Solace - S01 E25

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Solace - S01 E25

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

Cora and Alena show their love for each other.

The Family's journey comes to an end..

For the first time since Dad died, I had a deep, untroubled sleep. I didn’t remember my dreams, but I remember them being happy ones. I knew my father was in them, and that he was proud of me. He was proud of where his family had ended up without him.

When I woke up again it was fully dark out. I was still laying in my mother’s bed drowning in the smell of sex. I was no longer in a big lovepile with Mom and Cora, but the warmth remained. I wasn’t alone. I could hear them whispering next to me. The two must have woken up slightly before I did, and were now hugging each other tightly having a conversation. Part of me was jealous not to have their bodies wrapped around mine anymore, but as I groggily tuned in to what they were saying, I was glad they were taking this moment to talk things out together.

“...when I found out I was so jealous. It drove me crazy, I never felt that way before.” Cora was saying. “I mean part of me was happy. That the two of you had found a way to support each other. But I felt left out. Like I was losing both of you and getting cut out of the family. It made me feel so isolated and alone. After losing Dad, I just couldn’t stand that.”

“Oh baby,” I heard Mom say supportively. This was punctuated by the sound of a surprisingly wet kiss. Cracking one eye I could see Mom’s face pressed into Cora’s. The kiss they were sharing was far more intense than normal between mother and daughter. It involved their entire bodies, and no small amount of tongue. The love and need they shared for one another was palpable. I smiled.

“You’re my only daughter. You’ll never be on the outside of this family.” Mom continued, panting. The kiss was broken but the two were wrapped up in each other like lovers. Cora’s head rested on our mother’s chest, and Mom was holding it in both arms. Cora gently kissed Mom’s collarbones.

“I know. On some level I always knew that.” Cora continued shakily, “But the feeling was so intense; I was panicking. I know I should have just talked to you. But how could I? How could I say that the fact that my mom and brother were in a physical relationship made me jealous? That it made me horny? That I needed physical intimacy with Kevin too?”

Mom nodded. Her focus was 100% on Cora, attention undivided. Mom had always been an excellent listener.

“So I basically forced myself on him. Whatever happens please don’t be mad at Kevin. I know it makes me a piece of shit, but I needed to feel that love and support, so I emotionally manipulated him into having sex with me. It was a shitty way to treat him. I knew I was making him betray you, and that wasn’t fair to either of you. It was selfish. But I needed it.”

Mom squeezed Cora tight. “I’m not mad at either of you baby. Things were so fucked up without your father. I think we all needed each other. I’m already a failure as a mother for using your brother the way I did. I can’t be mad at you for seeking solace the same way I did. I love both of you kids so much. Honestly when I caught you two I probably felt the same way you did. I was so envious he was giving you what I wanted so desperately, and I was so worried I was going to lose him. Lose you. It would have killed me.”

The two devolved into a weepy hug. Cora held Mom’s hand and kissed her knuckles. Tears streamed from both their eyes. But I could see the tension leaving their bodies. They needed this catharsis.

The hug turned into a grinding kiss. Suddenly, mother and daughter had gone from crying into each others’ arms to moaning into each others’ mouths. I couldn’t see perfectly, but it looked like they had their legs entwined with one another. The motion of their hips suggested they were pressing their genitals into each other in a less-than-chaste way. I knew just how Mom’s sopping wet pussy must have felt on Cora’s leg. There was gasping, and the tang of pussy in the air grew stronger.

“I love you, Mom.” Cora panted, rubbing her cheek on our mother’s neck.

“I love you too, baby.” Mom replied, sneaking her hand between their bodies and gently nibbling at my sister’s earlobe. Cora groaned, and the two pressed against each other. It was slow, and sensual, and made my heart burst with love. A sense of peace washed over me. This was, I realized, the only way our situation ever could have resolved. The three of us loved each other; loved each other completely. As I started hearing the wet sloppy sound of Mom fingering my sister, a profound joy filled me. The women I loved loved each other. We needed each other, not just in an emotional way, or a familial way, but a physical way. And now we could have that.