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Ever since she was little, Rapunzel had always had a fascination with her Mother's breasts.
As a toddler and young child, she would eagerly drink milk from her Mother's nipples. When she eventually turned nine years old, her Mother told her she was too old for breastfeeding and Rapunzel threw a tantrum. In order to calm the young girl down, Mother agreed to let Rapunzel feed from her but only occasionally, as a reward for good behavior.
When Rapunzel turned thirteen, she began to think differently about her Mother's breasts. She still admired them, their size and shape. But she began to see them as more than just a source of food, but as a source of pleasure.
Rapunzel could feel the change both mentally and physically, as her own petite breasts began to develop. She had even stolen a stash of Mother's books when she wasn't home, books that Rapunzel quickly came to learn were all about sex.
In these sex books, a lot of attention was paid to the breasts. They were touched and fondled, they were full and bounced. Grown men would lick and suck on the nipples not for milk to drink, but simply to bring their female partner pleasure.
Rapunzel had never thought of it like that before. One day, when such a realization dawned on her, she began to play with her own developing breasts and nipples. She found that her nipples were very sensitive and that touching them made her vagina feel all tingly. It was a weird sensation, but she liked it. She continued touching her nipples and even pinched them, which made the tingling so intense, she squealed. She took one hand off of her chest to grab the book again, reading ahead to see that the male character started inserting his fingers into the female character's vagina to make her feel good.
Rapunzel decided to do the same on herself. She put the book down and, keeping the hand on her breast, reached down between her legs. She slid a finger down her slit before finding her vagina. She jumped a little at the realization of how wet she was down there, before reminding herself that the book described the woman's vagina as being wet too. So Rapunzel slipped the finger inside of herself. And it felt really good, even better than just touching her nipples.
She continued both ministrations, playing with her nipple with one hand and fingering herself with the other. When one finger no longer felt good enough, Rapunzel slipped a second one inside herself.
As she touched herself, her thoughts began to wander. She thought of her Mother, picturing her breasts. She imagined doing the same thing she was doing to herself to her Mother, wondering if it would feel as good for her as it felt for Rapunzel. She also imagined her Mother watching her as she touched herself. Would she like the show? Would she instruct Rapunzel on the best ways to pleasure herself? Would she praise her for doing a good job?
It was that thought, the echo of Mother's voice in her mind calling her a "good girl", that made Rapunzel reach her peak, and suddenly she found her whole hand completely soaked. She lifted it up and examined it. She used the hand that was on her nipple now to reach for her book, flipping ahead a few pages, and found the word she was looking for to describe what just happened: orgasm .
She just had her first orgasm. And it was because of her fantasies about her Mother.
She felt dirty. She felt ashamed.
But mostly, she wanted to do that again.
For the next two years, Rapunzel tried her best to suppress her interest in her Mother's breasts. Every time she caught herself staring, she would force herself to look away and turn her head so she couldn't see them at all.
'Cause every time she looked at them, pushed together beneath her Mother's dress, she felt tingly again. Turned on, she had since learned was the correct term. And like she had the urge to touch herself, but she couldn't dare do such a thing when her Mother was around. What if she called out for her when she orgasmed? She couldn't expose herself like that.
But Mother Gothel was very attentive. She noticed the change in Rapunzel's demeanor, how quickly after turning fourteen she went from ogling her breasts to almost refusing to look at them.
Gothel didn't like this change in Rapunzel. And she was determined to get to the bottom of it.
But first, she thought she'd torture her daughter a little bit.
One night, during their evening activities, Gothel made sure to do everything she could to draw Rapunzel's attention to her breasts. She would bend over the pot as she cooked, making sure to face Rapunzel as she did, giving her an eyeful of cleavage. While they ate dinner, Gothel purposefully let a few drops of soup spill onto the exposed parts of her breasts, and worked extra slowly to dry them. She could see Rapunzel staring out of the corner of her vision.
When it came time for bed, Gothel put on her nightgown first before saying goodnight to Rapunzel. She usually never did such a thing, as she was bra-less beneath the gown and the thin fabric made her nipples hard, barely covering her breasts as it is. But now, now she wanted Rapunzel to see them.
As Gothel approached Rapunzel for their pre-bedtime hug, she could see the girl physically squirming. The sight made Gothel laugh and she came to a stop in front of her daughter.
"I knew it," she said. "I knew you were acting differently. You used to always look at my breasts like they were the most beautiful things in the world. Now you keep turning away like you're repulsed by them. What happened?"
Rapunzel ducked her head, mumbling something under her breath.
"What was that?" Gothel asked. "You know how I feel about the mumbling."
"I touch myself thinking about them," Rapunzel said, louder this time. She practically shouted the words.
To her surprise, Gothel laughed.
"Oh dear, I should have seen this coming," she said. "You were always so drawn to them as a child, it's only natural that they'd become an object of your sexual fantasies as a young woman."
Again, Rapunzel squirmed, trying not to look at her.
"Would you like to see them?" Gothel asked.
Rapunzel's head snapped towards her.
"I, uh," she said, trying to contain her excitement. "Yes. Please."
Gothel smiled and lifted the skirt of her nightgown until it was over her head and she could pull the gown off entirely.
This time, Rapunzel was right back to staring at Gothel's breasts. Her eyes were wide and her mouth parted, almost as if she were awed by the sight.
Gothel chuckled. "You can touch them, if you'd like. On one condition: anything you do to them, I will do to your breasts."
Wordlessly, Rapunzel nodded, before stepping forward and immediately grabbing Gothel's breasts. She excitedly squeezed them, brushing her thumb over a hardened nipple. She leaned forward and took one nipple in her mouth while she pinched the other between two fingers.
As her tongue swirled around the hardened nub, she found something new, something that she didn't expect.
Running her tongue over the nipple, she thought she felt a small hole inside of it. She pushed her tongue forward, and found that Gothel's nipple opened for her, letting her dip her tongue inside.
Rapunzel pulled back in shock. Her other hand flew off of Gothel's other breast. But then, without saying anything, Rapunzel extended her index finger and reached towards the nipple. The tip of her finger slid with a surprising amount of ease, and the hole felt just as tight and wet as her own vagina.
She heard Gothel's sharp gasp and sigh as Rapunzel began pumping her finger in and out of her breast.
"I didn't know you could do that," Gothel said, letting out a particularly deep moan as Rapunzel's finger slid in down to the knuckle.
"Does it feel good, Mother?" Rapunzel asked, though she already knew the answer.
"Yes," Gothel said, biting her lip to stifle another moan. "Yes, it does."
"Would you like more, Mother?" Rapunzel asked.
"Yes," Gothel gasped out.
Rapunzel slid another finger inside her tight nipple. Gothel moaned and whined, pushing her chest forward as if asking for more. The sounds she was making made Rapunzel's clit throb, a familiar wetness forming in her underwear. But she could deal with that later.
Encouraged by her mother's sounds of pleasure, Rapunzel continued giving her more. She slid a third finger inside, then a fourth. Soon, she was sliding an entire fist inside her mother's breast, all the way down to her wrist.
It was at that point that Gothel screamed, and Rapunzel felt a rush of liquid against her hand, so she pulled out, only to be splashed in the face by a load of her mother's milk.
Now, Gothel was panting, her nipple still stretched open wide.
"That was the most intense orgasm I ever had," she said. "Use your hair to heal my breast, and then it's your turn."
Rapunzel came to learn that things done to other people felt even better when done to yourself.
She did not know what to expect when Gothel turned the tables on her, forcing her to strip and fucking her breasts. Just the feeling of Gothel's mouth on her chest alone was orgasm-worthy, but then having her fingers inside her breast? It was even better .
Rapunzel also experienced an incredibly intense orgasm when Gothel worked her whole fist inside her breast. It was an odd yet amazing feeling. It was the first time Rapunzel ever came both in her vagina and her breast. And she was able to use her hair to close the hole back up again.
"We have to do that again," Rapunzel said when the two made their way onto the floor, spent from such strong orgasms.
"So you won't ignore my breasts anymore?" Gothel asked.
"Definitely not," Rapunzel said. "I want to fuck them every day! We shouldn't even wear clothes anymore, just have our breasts out all the time!"
Gothel chuckled. "Well, if you insist."
"Can I sleep in your room tonight?" Rapunzel asked, her voice suddenly quiet.
"You haven't done that since you were little," Gothel said.
"I know," Rapunzel said. "I just don't want to be away from you tonight."
Gothel smiled and kissed Rapunzel's brow. "You are always welcome in my room, dear."
"Can we stay naked?"
"Of course."
In the morning, Gothel awoke to find Rapunzel already sucking on her breast. She smiled and ran a hand through Rapunzel's hair, urging her to keep going. Rapunzel beamed up at her and let her tongue dip inside.