Mistress Akemi

New Year

Anne looked around the frame of the door at her sleeping mother. Lying peacefully on the bed under a network of sheets and light blankets, her hair was tied up in a ribbon and her clothes scuffled. Australian new years had turned hot and it was obvious from the spread out position of her arms and legs that she'd been tossing and turning during the night.
Anne giggled as she looked at the older woman and tiptoed into the room, wearing boxers and a light tea almost identical to that of her new mum.
They had been together for just over two months and while she didn't make a habit of it she had learned the best way to wake her mother. Sliding in under the blankets she wriggled her way between the woman's legs and pulled aside the silk cloth; nuzzling her nose into her mother's sex and breathing in the deep heady scent. Her nose drifted up and tickled Akemi's vagina, rubbing back and forth over it and pushing it around until the woman herself started squirming, then slid upwards and away to be replaced with her tongue.

Akemi stirred, wriggling around under the girl's administrations before spotting the alarm clock and the lateness of the hour. Moaning quietly Akemi tried to cover her vagina with her hands.
"Oh no you don't." was the cheerful reply as Anne shifted position. Leaning higher over the woman's body she started darting her tongue in and out between her fingers - licking each one top to bottom.
Akemi giggled again and tried to get up.
"Okay, okay." She laughed heartily, her head swimming slightly. Woman, child and sheets moved together as Anne chose to relent from her attack and hugged the older woman, burying her face into her breasts and nuzzling and licking the modest cleavage in front of her, driving Akemi into an even more pleasurable morning. Eventually though she was pushed away and brought into a more innocent hug.
"Every child should wake her mother this way." Akemi muttered.

Anne just pulled away and looked at her mother sidelong. The response drew a similar expression to her mother.
"But then we wouldn't be special!" Anne insisted, then climbed out of bed and tried to pull Akemi with her.
"Now, it's the start of a new year and I made breakfast."
"You're not serving it in bed?" Akemi asked, and both giggled.
"No..." Anne responded, "Not that kind of breakfast. Now come on."
"Okay, Okay!"

Dragged along by the exuberant girl Akemi kept laughing. Pre-made and sitting there on the table was a peculator of coffee, three plates with knifes and forks around them and on the plates two slices of toast each with a scoop of toast on them.
Looking at the setting Akemi double over, unable to stand up from the effort involved. Looking up at Anne, Akemi grabbed her daughter's hands and pulled her into a hug. Tears were starting to form in the girl's eyes and Akemi understood the reason.
"I'm not laughing at you!" She promised, squeezing the girl tightly, "But all this fuss. Ice-cream on toast??"
Anne was halfway to tears now, and she waved her hand over to the kitchen sink in between words, "I tried!" She swore out loud, "I tried to do it right." She insisted, "Pancakes with jam and ice-cream, like the tradition but -"
"Wait, tradition??" Letting go of her daughter Akemi got control of her laughter, "What tradition is this?"
Anne blushed.

"At the home on special days we would have pancakes and ice-cream for breakfast." Anne admitted, "It's not much of a tradition but it was one I wanted to share. Only I couldn't find any pancake mix and well..."
Akemi laughed again and Anne's blush spread across her face, fury at her own inefficiency simmering underneath the embarrassment.
"I tried!" She insisted, until Akemi caved in.
"Get some bowls." She giggled, "We'll put the ice-cream back in the freezer so it doesn't melt. And then I'll teach you how to make pancakes from scratch."

Anne blinked.
"Yaay, I think!"
"Come on, Come on..." Anne responded automatically to her mother's prompting then hesitated just after the ice-cream entered the freezer again.
"Hang on. I'm supposed to be doing this FOR you!" She insisted, stamping her foot. "Who's the one in charge here huh?"
Akemi shook her head, "I know. You're the boss at home. But, I'm the Mum in this house hold and you'll listen to me; and you'll follow my instructions and you'll make me the best pancakes ever, right?"
Anne blinked again. "So long as I'm still in charge!" She muttered, reaching under her top and scratching.
"Of course."
"Right, then where do I start?"

"The flour is in the cupboard over there."
Akemi got to her feet and sat at the table, pouring herself some coffee and watched her daughter with a smile. "The cup measure is in the third draw," She continued, "For what we want use two cups of flour, and one and a half cups of milk."
Anne fetched a bowl from the cupboard and brought it to the table, putting in first the flour then making to add the milk.
"You will need to beat the mix as you add the milk." Akemi instructed, earning a look from her 'mistress'.
As Anne fetched out a fork and obeyed, Akemi just grinned and removed her top, causing Anne's hand to find itself in the dough mix. She girl grimaced and made to wipe the substance on her top, getting it on her side and belly.
"Baka imouto-chan ~desu..." Akemi laughed, then stood and approached her daughter.
Anne watched as her mother knelt beside her and grinned, holding out her hand.

"Thankyou misses!" Akemi giggled in a fake voice then took the girls hand in hers to begin licking it clean.
Anne steadied herself against the table and pulled herself onto the edge of a chair as her mother worked, licking every inch of her hands seductively. She was getting hot again and at this rate the pancakes were going to take a while. Akemi finished the hand and shifted to the girl's side, lapping up the small amount of runny mixture before moving to hug her daughter. Anne began working again.
"You did that on purpose Akemi-chan." Anne muttered.
"You're telling me you didn't?" Standing up, Akemi fetched some butter and a bag of mixed fruit, adding to the bowl as Akemi stirred.
"Well, maybe." Anne replied then dribbled some of the now smooth mix down her belly.

Anne continued to mix. Akemi took the hint and crawled under the table, licking her daughters belly and gently tugging on her boxers, which came off freely as the girl shuffled around on her seat.
Another dribble of pancake mix travelled down the child's stomach, this time accompanied by a cherry which Akemi snatched up eagerly with a chuckle. Her fingers cupped the Anne's sex, catching the doughy mixture and rubbed actively, pressing it into the young vagina in front of her.

Anne stopped stirring and pushed the bowl away with a moan, leaning against the table in response to the mixed sensations of kissing and fondling. Her hips pulsed against her mothers touch. Her breath became ragged and when Akemi slid one finger deep inside the girl's sex - Anne almost reached an orgasm.
Akemi hugged her waist.
"I know why you don't like me doing this now." Akemi muttered, kissing the top of Anne's vagina and nibbling on the girls undersized labia. Anne bit her lip, unable to reply as pleasure started shooting through her body.
"Its cause for all you say you've done things before, you've never been touched like this before."
Anne moaned in reply through a clenched mouth, biting into her lip and hugging the table beneath her.
"Now you know how I felt when you did me at my desk." Akemi giggled

Anne tried to remain silent as her mother worked, taking turns nibbling, fingering and kissing the different parts of Anne's sex. Her body shook and shivered with the different sensations and over a period she came.
Once, twice, three and possibly a fourth time. Akemi wasn't too sure how long she sat there administering to her lover; just that serving the young girl so thoroughly between her legs was more pleasure that she herself could muster. Working with her left hand Akemi began masturbating, already half way to her first orgasm. Akemi suspected that Anne never properly came down from any particular orgasm, crescending from climax to climax in turns as her knuckles turned white from gripping the table; Akemi planned on being close behind.

Gasping and bathed in scent Akemi orgasmed. By this time Anne was moaning quietly and muttering nonsense words, her brain clearly adled from all the pleasure. Akemi just mewled and collapsed to the floor, releasing her lover and listened as Anne giggled in response, not complaining for once as her Mother took control of the house again and saw to actually cooking the pancakes they'd spent so much effort preparing.
Never mind that is was nearly lunchtime now; there was still a breakfast to be had.

And it was eaten eagerly, once mother and daughter had recovered. Neither bothered to put clothes back on and after some thought they actually took the rest of their clothes off.
The plan for the day was to remain at home in each others company. It wasn't a fancy plan but hinged almost completely on having as much physical contact as possible.
Anne sat in Akemi's lap while they ate, both eating from the same plate of pancakes, covered with maple syrup and ice-cream. They battled with their forks at one stage and Akemi even fed her daughter, putting forkfuls of pancake in her waiting mouth and licking up any ice-cream or syrup that dribbled down her chin. Much kissing was involved and much battling for the food in each others mouths until, finally finished, they agreed to pack up the dishes.

Anne moved straight to the lounge room and Akemi followed once the dishwasher was full. The pair settled in on the couch, wriggling till they lay comfortably in each other arms. Anne turned on the TV and squeezed her mother lovingly.
"What are we watching?"
"Kannazuki no Miko"
Akemi blinked, "Hentai?" only to get a smile from Anne.
"Something like that." She muttered, "I ordered it in for christmas but it didn't get here in time."
Akemi just laughed, her bosom bouncing up and down in time to the sound, almost hypnotizing her daughter.
She responded by latching on to a nipple with and hugging her mother tightly as she began suckling. Akemi's eyes rolled up into the back of her head at the sudden attack and she simply lay there, clutching her daughters head as the cartoon started. Leaning over she took the phone off the hook and as the tv started making pleasurable sounds, Anne and Akemi started the procees of filling the room with their own sounds and their own lively bouts of love making.

Both completely forgot that they had a dinner party to attend later that evening. Which was probably just as well.