Lissa tugged at the seat of her yoga pants as she reached up to the top shelf of her closet to fetch her mat. She was a bit of a yoga fanatic, so she had many pairs of yoga pants. With her husband gone for an extended business trip, she was a bit ashamed to realize that yoga pants were mostly what she wore these days. She’d certainly… err… outgrown these a bit, but she didn’t mind, because she finally had a yoga partner who wouldn’t judge her if she was a smidge too curvy for her attire. That’s because her daughter Rachel, the only woman she knew who was half as into yoga as her, was her partner for the day. And for the rest of summer break, now that she was back from college.

Having her husband away for so long took its toll, so she was determined to spend every minute she could with her daughter, and focusing on yoga was a great way to do it. She tucked her mat under her arm and trotted out. Rachel was already starting to limber up, albeit awkwardly thanks to the cell phone in her hand. You’d think the thing was a source of oxygen for how often she checked it.

“What are you watching?” Lissa asked, rolling out her mat next to her daughter’s.

“Oh, you know. Extreme yoga,” she said, politely setting her phone aside to get ready for the first few positions.

“Extreme yoga. Is that what the kids are doing these days? I’d think yoga was one of the few things that would never really be extreme.”

“Maybe not before. But now we’ve got Elastic-D, so the sky’s the limit.”

“Elastic-D…” Lissa said uncertainly, stretching to one side, then the other.

“You’ve never heard of it? I thought you were into yoga. It’s all over yoga TikTok.”

“Of course I’ve heard of it. … Is it some sort of slang? It sounds a little dirty.”

Rachel snorted. “If you think just sticking ‘D’ on something makes it dirty, you’re the one with her head in the gutter. Elastic-D is a pill you take to help you be uber-flexible.”

“It isn’t…” Lissa hushed her voice. “Drugs is it?”

Rachel snorted again. “You’re too much, Mom. It’s totally safe. I take it before every yoga session, hasn’t done me any harm.”

“And just what does ‘uber-flexible’ mean? I stretch and do my exercise religiously. I dare say you’re not likely to be able to get much more flexible than me.”

“Mom, you have no idea. We’re talking ‘tie yourself in knots’ level flexibility.”

Her concerned look shifted to a doubtful one. “You don’t really believe that sort of thing. Nothing could make someone that flexible.”

“That’s what I thought, but then I… You know what? I’ll just show you. I took the pill a couple minutes ago and I can feel it kicking in.”

She turned around, facing away from her mother, then reached up and gently pressed against her chin with her fingers. Her head turned aside, as expected. But once it passed the 90 degree mark, she switched to her other hand and pressed again. And her head just kept going. She managed to turn it a full 180 degrees, and even a bit past, before turning back to grin at her mother as Lissa’s eyes gaped.

“Oh my gosh. Doesn’t that hurt?” Lissa said, stepping forward to inspect her daughter, as though perhaps it was just an optical illusion.

“No way! It feels great. Like a stretch. You know, just more extreme. And look, once you get into position, you can just stay that way, see?” She took her hands away from her chin. “Tada!”

She looked down, and giggled at the sight of her own butt.

“Look at me!” Rachel said, reaching ‘back’ to grab her butt with both hands. She gave it a playful jiggle. “I have a front butt! Anyway, you ready to get started?”

“Um… yes,” Lissa said, reaching down to reposition her mat a bit.

“I hope you don’t mind if I do the extreme stuff. Once you’ve taken Elastic-D, the normal yoga feels a little entry-level. Not that you are entry level, of course. Without this stuff, the kind of stuff you do is totally advanced.”

“No, no. It’s fine,” Lissa said.

Rachel hopped down to the ground, then raised her legs. She bent her knees, then snapped them straight again. The motion folded her neatly in half. Then she spread her legs and snuck her arms between them, working her elbows out against the back of her calves and pressing her shins flat to the mat on either side of her. In the space of a few seconds, she’d folded herself more than in half, and she didn’t even have a hint of effort in her expression. She bent her knees again, this time twisting them as she raised her head. She crossed her legs under her head in precisely the same way one might fold their arms back there when relaxing. Once held in that position, she rubbed along her thighs with her hands.

“You can really feel it working these muscles here,” Rachel said. “There’s this one lady on TikTok, about my age, who uses this stuff for, I don’t know. I guess you’d call them stunts. She comes up with all these fancy new…”

Lissa nodded now and then, hopefully convincing in her attempts to appear interested in what her daughter had to say. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about Rachel’s interests. But right now the other side effect of her husband being away for so long was beginning to make it self known in a very unexpected way.

The tight fold her daughter had twisted herself into had curled her ass not just forward, but slightly upward. And while Elastic-D could obviously enhance her daughter’s flexibility, it didn’t do anything for the stretch of her tights. The thin fabric was pulled extremely tight, clearly defining her daughter’s privates. They were inches away from the girl’s face. When Rachel turned her head to scratch her cheek, she casually brushed her other cheek against her own butt in the process.

There wasn’t a yoga aficionado alive who, on a particularly lonely night, didn’t at least try to… well… take a little taste. On her best day, she’d been easily two inches further away from her own slit than her daughter was right now. Her chatterbox of a daughter could probably feel her own breath curling against her privates. Warm and humid… teasing at the wet heat of her mouth…

Lissa shook her head and tried to focus on what her daughter was saying, rather than what she could be doing if she so chose.

“... super easy for this kind of thing, though.” Rachel said, idly reaching passed her butt to tug at her sagging waistband, further outlining her sex. “In one video, she–”

“I-I’m sorry,” Lissa blurted. “But I don’t suppose you have any extra.”

Yet another snort from her daughter. “I’ve got two whole extra bottles. You want one?”

“Maybe a pill or two. Gotta keep an open mind, right?”

~~~

That evening, Lissa was just starting to get tired. She’d clearly let her sleep schedule slip a bit, as her daughter had actually gone to her old bedroom to got to sleep nearly an hour prior. She never dreamed she’d be staying up later than her college aged daughter. Still, she was proud of Rachel for keeping healthy habits. That thought was still in her head as she passed her daughter’s room and heard a curious sound. Perhaps she’d left the TV on in there? Lissa was certain she could hear a voice, but it didn’t sound like talking. It sounded like… moaning.

Lissa couldn’t stop herself from gently pushing at the door. It wasn’t quite latched, and swung open a fraction of an inch. Just enough for Lissa to glimpse through. She saw the back of her daughter’s head as she lay sideways on her bed. A long, lean pear of legs were spread on either side of her head, thighs pressing firmly to the side of her daughter’s head, toes flexing wildly. And there was no mystery why. Rachel had her nose buried eagerly between the cheeks of the plump, feminine ass while she rather noisily slurped at her lucky partner’s sex.

The mother respectfully turned aside. She knew that girls liked to experiment in college, and it wasn’t her place to judge her daughter if she’d brought home another girl. Though she would have preferred if Rachel would have introduced her instead of somehow sneaking her into the house unannounced.

Lissa paused. But wait, there wasn’t really room on Rachel’s bed for two people to lay on it sideways like that. Against her better judgment, she glanced into the room again. It was then she realized that her daughter wasn’t with another woman. She was alone. The ass and slit she was so eagerly indulging in was her own, folded to meet her mouth just as it had nearly done during her demonstration earlier.

The older woman’s eyes widened and her heart drummed in her chest a bit. She closed the door as gently as possible, turning the knob to avoid producing a click as it latched, then rushed down the hall, tugging off her comfy clothes along the way. She was stumbling and kicking off her panties as she shut the door behind her and crawled onto bed, hastily pulling open the bedside table and retrieving the bottle of Elastic-D her daughter had given her.

A quick read-through of the label instructed her to take two pills for her first ever dosage and one pill for subsequent ones. The pill would take no more than ten minutes to activate and would last no less than an hour. Side effects were all the standard warnings for over the counter drugs. Nothing that concerned her too much. She dry swallowed them and leaned back in the bed. She raised her legs and huffed a bit, easing them back as far as they’d go. She was happy to discover her hard work at staying flexible meant she could just about get her legs behind her head even before the pills kicked in. But as the seconds ticked into minutes, she could feel her muscles relaxing, her ligaments stretching, and even her bones becoming a bit more flexible. She watched as her sex tantalizingly inched closer. She shoved gently at the bed, helping to raise her head a bit and get her just that little bit closer. She huffed again and felt it on her slit, which was already glistening. Three months is a long time for her husband to be away, and she’d never found any of the usual toys and techniques to truly scratch the very persistent itch of his absence. But just the tickle of her breath as her slit inched closer was getting her heart racing like it was her honeymoon.

Finally she passed the point she’d never passed before, and she knew that she was one little lean forward away from tasting herself for the first time. She hesitated. This was the forbidden fruit. If she did this and it didn’t feel as good as she’d imagined, it would be a huge disappointment. If she did it and it did feel as good as she imagined, this could be the start of a genuine addiction. But she had to know. She bent her knees, curling her legs around behind her head as Rachel had to help prop it up, then reached down and cupped her own ass. She pulled it forward, rolling it toward her, and felt her lips brush against her folds.

The moment was like electricity. Feeling her vagina on her lips, and her lips on her vagina, was magical, mind-bending. She was on both sides of an erotic experience, her first time with a woman. Granted, that woman was herself. But feeling cunilingus from both sides at the same time… She shut her eyes and gave herself a delicate kiss, treating her privates to the sort of gentle attention that she’d been missing from her husband. The man was good with his tongue, but as she eased her own between her folds and curled just so, she realized there was no way he’d ever be as good at getting her off as she would be at getting herself off. He’d have to be a psychic to know the precise position, the precise rhythm. She nibbled and teased herself, then plunged deep to probe her g-spot. As the session ticked on, she became less demure and more insistent, bobbing her sex against her, practically humping her own face as she tasted and suckled herself. Her curled up body was bouncing up and down, rolling about as she pulled her legs tighter and ground her face against her slit for that final, blissful thrust.

She felt her own muscles tighten on her tongue and stifled a moan of delight as the climax raced through her and drenched her mind with pleasure. She let the potent sensation run its course, sighing pleasantly against her own vagina before deciding she’d had enough for one night. She started to uncurl herself. Suddenly, she started to slide.

Her eager self-love session had taken her right up to the head of the bed, which was already a few inches further from the headboard than it usually was, since she’d changed the sheets that morning. When her pretzeled body reached the edge and she’d tumbled over, she slipped between the headboard and the mattress. The space wasn’t quite big enough for her. Tightly folded though she was, once she slid down, the mattress managed to force her even more firmly into a ball. The slit that was so lovingly positioned at her lips started to slide warmly down her chin, and her nose flicked past her own ass. Her legs folded further down, almost wrapped far enough around to plant on the mattress again. Finally she came to a stop on the box spring, with her lips grazing her anus.

She tried to uncurl herself, but there simply wasn’t enough leverage for her to shove the heavy mattress out of the way. It just kept her tightly coiled. Her arms were splayed out to the sides without the room to bend her elbows and properly lever the blockages out of the way. She was trapped, tucked away behind her bed like a rolled up and forgotten sleeping bag.

Lissa started to panic, her breath coming fast and fierce. She opened her mouth to call for help, but two things stopped her from doing so. The first was the realization that the only person who could help her was her daughter, and did she really want to be found in this position? And second, she couldn’t call for help. Her face was neatly pressed between her own buns. She was sitting on her own face.

She tried to take a steadying breath, and in doing so, was hit by her own musky but not entirely unpleasant scent. The self-love had worked up quite a sweat, and there was no point in lying to herself. Even the tickle of her lips against her pucker was starting to make her wonder just it would feel like to…

Another exhale, this time a sigh. In for a penny, in for a pound. Given what she’d already done, and what had already happened, was she really going to pass up the opportunity to toss her own salad? She shut her eyes and teased her tongue out.

“Mmhh,” she murmured, shivering at the entirely novel sensation.

She wriggled her head a fraction of an inch deeper and felt her cheeks flex and squeeze at her face as she lapped her little pink hole. She was absolutely going to have to get her husband to do this to her. Maybe if she squeezed her legs a little tighter she could slide her tongue a little further and–

“Mom?” The voice of her daughter echoed in the hallway. “I heard something moving around. Did you knock something down?”

Her eyes shot open and she redoubled her attempts to move. Not only wasn’t she any more successful, she found that her fiddling to better position her tongue had wedged her knees behind her head so firmly she couldn’t separate her lips from her anus anymore. She snuffed and huffed, struggling to make some sort of change, until she saw her daughter’s curious face peek over the edge of the bed.

“Ohmygosh,” Rachel said quickly, scrambling back at the sight of her mother’s nude body wadded up between the mattress and the headboard.

When the shock of the sight passed, she reached down and hooked under her armpits. With a bit of struggle, she was able to tip her mother back onto the bed and help her start unhooking and unfurling her limbs and back. Once she was in the right shape again, Lissa grabbed a pillow and covered herself.

Rachel turned aside and cleared her throat.

“You, uh… You were sitting on your face, Mom.”

“It’s… You see… I slipped. I decided to experiment with some new stretches with that pill and I was too close to the edge of the bed.

“Uh huh,” Rachel said. “Naked?”

“My… yoga pants are a little tight right now. I didn’t want to tear them.”

“Well, that explains it, I guess,” Rachel said, doing her mother the mercy of at least attempting to sound as though she bought the story. “I’ll let you get your PJs on and get to sleep.”

She stood and paced to the door.

“And I’ll be sure to email you a link to the Elastic-D storefront. You know. So you can keep experimenting with new stretches…”