shoddy mom/rose fic

once upon a time rose was in her room writing some shitty poetry. a voice came from downstairs: "rose, dinner is ready."
"in a minute, mother," she replied.
"i know what your 'minutes' are like young lady, come now or i'll be waiting all evening"
rolling her eyes, rose closed her study kit. "fine, i'm coming" she announced.
when she reached the bottom of the stairs, a sultry voice says "glad you could make it". when rose looked up at the dinner table, she's frozen in place.
mom lay sprawled out on the table wearing nothing but her long black scarf, wrapped around her naked form in a way that it barely obscured her intimate bits. lazily she twirls one of her locks between her fingers as her black lips curl into a lecherous smile upon seeing her daughter's face.
"i read your diary, rose" mom says. rose stands bug-eyed as her jaw drops visibly.

slowly caressing her ass, mom commands her daughter to "dig in." as if in a dreamlike state, rose wanders towards her, obviously not knowing where to start. her trance was broken by a slender, elegant hand reaching out and stroking her cheek, a black polished fingernail tracing the outline of her daughter's equally black lips.
"m-mom i"
another motherly finger unfurled and gently landed on rose's lips, as mom pursed her luscious lips in a hush.
"shh. no more words honey. let your body do the talking," she said, moving in closer as she talked. with her face only an inch away from rose, breathing excitedly as her lips hovered dangerously close to her daughter's, she was waiting for rose to make the first move. judging by her redness and the sheer temperature she felt radiating from her young face, this could happen any second now.
gently wrapping her hand around rose's waist, pulling her in closer, mom's voice trembled slightly when she breathed "rosie…"

immediately rose cracked. weakly she leaned forward and let her lips meet her mother's, two silky soft and full pairs mushing against one another. as they lay into each other rose trembled severely, as mom, though excited, remained calm, determined to guide her daughter through this.
placing both hands on her daughter's cheeks she cupped her face, gently holding it in place as she let slip her tongue and penetrated her daughter's mouth with it. sluggishly she inserted it to caress rose's quivering tongue, hoping to incite a response, for her to reciprocate.
but she didn't. she simply stood there, taking it. mom patiently repeated her action and penetrated her tongue into her daughter's mouth, and again, and again, until rose whimpered and finally pushed back. this time she met her mother halfway and let her tongue intertwine with her mother's, weakly but enthusiastically. in delight, one of mom's hands wandered south and grabbed rose's ass, firmly massaging it. the incredibly tender makeout combined with the hard petting in the back reduced rose to a shaking mess.

mom rolls off her side and gracefully positioned herself on the edge of the table, facing her daughter. she now has to lean down to continue the unbroken kiss. she wraps her long, toned legs around her daughter's waist and pulls her in closer, against her warm and naked form. rose feels the heat and softness being pressed against her, and her hands, trembling and eager, are unsure. they want to grab her, touch her, feel every mound, valley, curve and fold. but of course she hasn't the guts for it, and of course her mom knows.
with one hand still cupping rose's cheek, mom strokes down along her shoulder, along her arm, down to her hand, which she takes a hold of. it feels cold and soft in her warm hand, trembling with excitement, shame and nervousness. carefully she guides the hand up to her bosom, still covered by the scarf, and gently she slides it under, placing her daughter's hand on her bare breast. by simulating a massaging motion, she urges her daughter to take over. meanwhile she rubs a foot along the inside of rose's legs, spreading them, weakening them, letting her lean completely into her mother's naked form. leaning back, mom lets rose be completely enveloped by her.

the one hand on rose's ass starts massaging more slowly, but harder, deeper, inwards between her cheeks. rose subconsciously extends her ass in response, grinding against the pressure of her mom's hand. mom reaches out and slides her hand between her daughter's cheeks from behind, reaching inward and tracing a finger along her mound. with a wet pop, rose pulls her lips off her mom's and throws her head back to moan, a little too loud. embarrassed, she hides her face, moving down and away from mom's, who uses the opportunity and places her hand on the back of rose's head, pushing her down further until her face is completely buried in the warm, soft space between mom's tits. rose's shock at this move is both palpable and adorable. mom moves her hand out of her daughter's rear and moves it to the front, rubbing her thighs. rose resumes grinding against her hand, trying to make direct contact between her mother's massaging fingers and her own quivering girlhood. teasingly, mom moves her hand away every time, rubbing her inner thigh and remaining just out of reach.
as rose grows increasingly desperate, she extends her tongue, and licks the soft skin in the depths of her mom's pillowy cleavage. slowly she moves her head around, searching for something to latch on to. moving mom's scarf just an inch, she reveals one of her mature, engorged nipples, and before her mother can object, pounces on it, wrapping her young lips around it.
mom lets out a sharp gasp and loses track of her hand's motions down in rose's groin. instantly rose finds it and rubs her crotch against it. the moist warmness on mom's fingers completely catches her off guard, and she moans softly as rose begins to suck eagerly on her sensitive breast.

mom grinds her hips together and flares and curls her toes in ecstasy, one hand now openly probing her daughter, the other stroking herself. trying to keep their squirming bodies in sync, she locks her legs around her daughter, holding her firmly in place. rose grinds hopelessly and chaotically as her scalding body reaches new temperatures, squeezing her own nipples as she sucks on her mother's. mom wants to do so much more, she wants to feel her daughter's intimates on her own, she wants to taste rose' girlhood, she wants rose to taste hers. but all those thoughts, for now, will remain thoughts, as they both start to climax on top of one another. rose lets go of her breast and begins to pant rapidly, and as mom looks down at her, their eyes meet and remain locked. rose uses the last remaining strength in her trembling legs to push herself up and kiss her mother on the mouth one more time, their tongues hugging in a warm, wet, hungry embrace.
they both rattle and shake as they meet their respective orgasms, whimpering into one another's mouths, attaining that which they had both wanted for so long.

and then the table collapses because tables are not for having sex on. awkwardly and in shock, rose crawls off her mom and retreats to the bathroom. later she will apologize for leaving so abruptly, but mom will easily forgive her.
mom will fix the table but it will never be completely stable again, the wobble an eternal reminder to what they did that day.

theend.