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Subject: {ASSM} hillary seduces chelsea (1 of 1)
Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 19:10:01 -0500
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senator clinton signed another thank-you and wearily looked at the laptop.
it was a late night of thank-yous, and she wanted to talk to chelsea when her
daughter got back from a night of dancing in the clubs with her girlfriends.
with all the chores of being a senator, face time was hard to find.

a pair of headlights washed up over her bulletproof office window. chelsea
was back from manhattan; like a good daughter, she'd honored her promise to
come back before 1 so they could talk.

Chelsea strode in, vibrantly grinning, and Hillary noticed with a guilty thrill
that her outfit flattered her figure: a very tight, tan t-shirt worn thin
from many washings and a pair of indecently tight-crotched jeans which draped
over black, square-toed, knee-high boots. the worn t-shirt was so tight that
chelsea's pleasing nipples were defined against the fabric and circles of sweat
from the night's dancing had spread out under her arms.

hillary found herself struggling with thoughts that she considered sinful--
thoughts of seducing not only her own child, but a daughter at that. chelsea
had grown tall and confident in the past few years--slender but busty,
her mother thought enviously--and nothing was as sexy as that confidence.

they lightly hugged and chelsea took the visitor's chair facing the senator
at her desk. they talked easily of the girl's night out, the boring trip between
new york and washington, and graduation. chelsea leaned back uninhibitedly
in the chair and laced her hands behind her head, making her breasts strain
against her t-shirt and exposing the dark pools under her arms. casually,
she propped one booted foot on her mother's desk, which hillary somehow found
exciting.

eventually chelsea yawned and got up. sorry mom, she said, i have to go to
bed. i had a long night-- she crossed over to kiss her mother goodnight.

well, there was only one thing to do--be bold. as the girl leaned to kiss
her seated mother chastely on the forehead, the latter suddenly tilted her
face and sealed her lips against chelsea's. with a light hand, she guided
chelsea's head into the kiss.

the startled girl gasped and initially tried to pull back, but hillary held
firm. for a few seconds, the girl resisted; then with a sigh of surrender,
her lips parted for her own mother's insistent tongue. they kissed slowly,
gently, curiously, for a few minutes. hillary thought offhandedly that her
daughter's lips were soft and giving, in a way that a man's could never be.
she thought back to college and wondered if chelsea had ever experimented,
had ever eyed her girlfriends' lips, thighs, breasts...

hillary lazily traced a circle around her daughter's braless breast. moaning,
the girl understood what was up and raised her arms over her head. her shameless
mother gently peeled off her shirt. unexpectedly, there were abundant red bushes
under the girl's arms, but far from being repelled, hillary was made to think
of the other bush between her daughter's long, trim legs.

wait, said hillary to her groaning daughter. she unfastened the button of
the tight jeans and began pulling them down. to her considerable surprise,
there were no panties covering the sodden mass of curls.

they're too tight for panties, chelsea groaned, lying on her back, as her
incestuous mom rolled down the jeans. she wanted to immediately plunge her
tongue into the sexy girl's treasure, but she steeled herself. it took some
doing, but she rolled the pants off chelsea's legs. now, she ordered, stand up.

chelsea stood before her, now dressed in only her fuck-me knee-high boots.
her breasts hung in a way that suggested the heaviness of fruit, and a
lazy smile spread across her face. with a gasp, her mom slid her tongue
and then 2 manicured fingers into her youthful, steaming quim. the ecstasy
was too much for the girl to bear; she toppled over. as they lay on the
floor writhing, hillary's face was embedded in her crotch and her booted
legs were wrapped around the senator's shoulders.

orgasm came satisfyingly a few seconds apart--the two women's shrieks did
not pass beyond the soundproofed door. shaking, the seduced girl slipped
into her t-shirt, too addled by her volcanic incestuous experience to
remember her pants. mom, she gasped, finding it hard to say the word, i
never dreamed--

hillary smiled, so different from the insincere smirk that the public saw.
chelsea, you're so beautiful and i love you so much--  she shakily moved to
her desk and scoured the drawers while her daughter looked on quizzically.

after a minute or so, hillary produced what she had been seeking--a pair
of handcuffs--and pronounced what she never dreamed of saying to her own
child.  chelsea, would you mind putting your hands behind your back?



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