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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction containing
graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors.
While all of the sex depicted is consensual, the author does not
intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage
children. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes
only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly
encouraged not to read this.
This is the second chapter of what will be a continuing series
depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a typical
suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose stories, this
series will focus heavily (though, not totally) on that
particular fetish, as well as the obvious incest themes.
Each chapter will be written predominantly from the point of view
of one member of the family.
We hope you enjoy it. Please send your comments andsuggestions.
Your friends at Filthy Fiction...
Story codes: (F/f, inc, family, teen pantyhose, rimming, cum,
oral, voy, exh, bi, solo, slow, plot, cons, rom)
Harper Valley USA By Filthy Fiction
Chapter Two
The Promise
Shelly Harper looked as if her quaint smile and charming
middle-class face had been drizzled all over with white creamy
frosting. Her son, Jonathan, had just decorated her lovely face
with a fresh coat of warm jizz that wiggled and hung off her face
like wet glue. The major cum shower had left the 36-year-old
mother and housewife feeling especially horny, as she stood
half-naked in her modern kitchen.
Tiffany, her fresh-faced daughter, casually leaned against the
center island, with her sunny blonde tresses and flossy bangs
framing her angelic face. She had just taken her velvety tongue
and used it to spoon off the sticky jam that her brother had left
smeared all over her mother's chin. She noisily munched on a
bite-sized carrot, cheerfully mixing the sweet and sour flavors
in her mouth. She had often claimed that her brother's cum
tasted even better than ranch dressing.
As Tiffany stood beside Shelly, wearing the same red-on-white
uniform that her mother had worn during her own days as a
cheerleader, Shelly couldn't help noticing the way her daughter's
figure had developed over the summer. Her fuller breasts and
rounder hips filled out the tight shell and pleated skirt much
more than they had the year before. Her ivory skin glistened
with glowing perspiration, no doubt after a hearty workout during
cheer practice. Even in mid-November, the radiant California sun
was still hot enough to make young bodies swelter.
As Tiffany crossed one leg in front of the other, fingers lacing
behind her back, Shelly openly admired her comely daughter's
petite figure. The thought of her daughter kicking and tumbling
through all of those strenuous routines made Shelly imagine all
the dewy moisture that had surely gathered between those taut
buttcheeks. She wet her lips hungrily as she soon developed an
urgent craving for the zesty flavor of her daughter's sweaty
asshole.
With a crooked smile and a naughty twinkle in her flirty blue
eyes, Tiffany cocked her head to the side, twirled a loose hair
around her finger and asked playfully, "So where do you wantme?"
Shelly gulped. "Umm," she said, clearing her throat. "Why don't
you just bend over and flip up your skirt."
"Yes, ma'am," Tiffany said, starting to turn around.
"Hmm," Shelly said, noticing something out of place. "Weren't you
wearing hose this morning?"
Her daughter blushed. "Umm, yeah," she admitted, nervously
caressing her bare legs. "Actually, I borrowed a pair of your
nude control-tops. They felt really great, too."
"And.?"
"And what?" she said evasively. "I took them off."
"Why?" Shelly asked, sensing where this was leading.
Tiffany's defensive tone went up another octave. "Because," she
said sheepishly, "they had cum all over them."
"They what?" Shelly snapped, folding her arms. "Those hose cost
me six dollars at Macy's. How the hell did you get cum all over
them?"
Tiffany sighed, shuffling her feet anxiously, as she stared at
the floor. "Well," she offered, with reluctance. "I kind of
told Adam that he could watch me play with myself during fourth
period."
Shelly sniffed. "And why would you do that?"
"Because," Tiffany added, "his sister's always telling me what a
big cock he has."
"I see," her mother deduced. "So this was your way of getting
him to show it to you?"
"Well, yeah," Tiffany said. "We went into the supply room behind
the gym. I would have taken the hose off, but Adam said they
made me look sexy, so I left them on for him. I was kind of
surprised because I really thought he wanted to fuck me, but he
just stood there watching. The next thing I knew, his cum was
all over my legs."
Shelly smiled. She could recall similar episodes from her own
days in high school. After a brief pause, she eyed her daughter
directly and asked calmly.
"Did you want him to fuck you?"
Tiffany blushed. "You should have seen his cock, Mom. It was
almost as big as Dad's. It got me so horny. I would have let
him do anything. He just couldn't bring himself to touch me."
"Why not?"
"I guess it's because he knows I'm best friends with hissister."
"Hmm," Shelly realized. "And that's why you came home soupset?"
"Well, yeah," Tiffany said. "I mean, I'm pretty sure he's been
wanting to fuck me for months. I just wasn't ready. But then,
on the day when he finally gets his chance, what does he do? He
shoots his load all over me and walks off like a fucking
lame-ass."
Shelly had a somber expression on her face as she flatly
remarked, "And that was probably a good thing, in the long run,
don't you think?"
"Good?" Tiffany whined. "How can this be good? I feel like a
shit right now. How could he be so thoughtless? I wanted to
kill him."
"That's exactly my point," Shelly said. "It's obvious that he
doesn't really care about you. So why waste your time worrying
about him? At least, now, you haven't broken your promise."
"My promise?" Tiffany said blinking.
"Yeah, you do remember, don't you?" Shelly said. "About six
months ago, you promised you wouldn't have sex with anyone
outside the family until you're 18. I thought you understood
that."
Tiffany inhaled. "You were serious about that?"
Shelly nodded soberly. "Of course. What made you think we
weren't?"
Tiffany shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just figured I could
date whomever I like, as long as I don't go blabbing about our
private life."
"Dating is fine," Shelly said. "We just don't think it's a good
idea for you to be having sex. You're way more experienced than
the other kids your age. It might lead to questions. We can't
risk that. Once you reach legal age and start dating real men,
then we'll be able to help you pick out someone appropriate,
someone who would fit in with our lifestyle."
"But?" Tiffany said, with a pained expression on her pouting
face.
"But what?" Shelly asked.
"I'm really starting to like Adam"
"Adam Resnick?" said Jonathan, returning from his shower in gray
shorts and a black Spiderman T-shirt. His hair was still
glistening. He strolled over to his sister, leaned forward and
shook his head like a wet dog. The cold sprinkles made Tiffany
shriek and then angrily shove him in the chest.
"Oh, you little shit." She snarled. "You are so dead.Mom, look
what he did. I'm all wet."
Jonathan snickered. "Yeah, like that's unusual."
Tiffany punched him in the arm. "Shut up, shit-head! And don't
even think about crawling in bed with me tonight. You aren't
getting any for awhile."
Jonathan shrugged. "That's all right. Mom will take care of me.
Right, Mom?"
Shelly was staring at her receipt, wondering if she had forgotten
to buy ketchup. She waved back at them, muttering, "I'm not
getting involved, so don't even bother."
Jonathan just looked at his sister and stuck out his tongue.
Tiffany gave him the finger.
"So what's up with you and Adam?" he said.
Tiffany fumed. "Johnny, would you just drop it already?"
"Don't tell me you're screwing that guy," Jonathan said. "You
little slut. Wait till Dad finds out."
"Mom!" Tiffany yelled. "Would you please tell him to shut up?"
Shelly glared at Jonathan as her voice deepened assertively.
"Jonathan, please," his mother said. "That's enough. Why don't
you give your sister and I some privacy for a while, if you don't
mind?"
Jonathan shrugged. "Sure," he said. "I was planning to go rent
some games anyway. I'll be back in time for dinner," he said,
stepping out the backdoor.
As Jonathan left, Tiffany sank her head and quietly slumped out
of the kitchen. She sighed as she slowly traipsed into the
living room. Shelly followed. Greg's video still played on the
television. Shelly clicked it off. She watched Tiffany plop
herself down on the black leather couch.
As Shelly joined her on the sofa, Tiffany stared blankly into
space. Shelly positioned herself at an angle where she could
look directly at her daughter's face. She waved her hand through
Tiffany's field of vision, hoping to gain her attention.
"Hey," Shelly said quietly. "I'm over here. Can we talk for a
minute?"
Shelly gave her a moment to think it through. Tiffany gazed
silently into the distance. Her lifeless eyes dimly wandered
around the room. Her idle stare settled on the white mantle
above the empty fireplace. Shelly guessed she was probably
looking at the family photos. Her favorite picture was one
Shelly had taken of her and her father during their last vacation
in Orlando. Tiffany had been standing by the pool, when Greg ran
over and suddenly scooped her up in his arms. With one arm under
her back and the other below her knees, Greg lifted his daughter
like a wedding groom carries his new bride. Tiffany flung her
arm around his broad shoulders, with her free hand joyfully
waving to the camera. They were both smiling and laughing so
much. It was obvious to Shelly and anyone watching how much they
dearly loved each other. When the camera flashed, Greg quickly
spun around and tossed his daughter into the pool. That was two
years ago. After huffing and sighing for several seconds,
Tiffany grudgingly relented.
"Yeah, I guess," she answered reluctantly.
"Thank you," Shelly said, recalling her husband who often said
how much her daughter resembled her when she was upset. The lift
in Tiffany's face had sunken into a heavy sourpuss. Shelly
wanted to reach over and give her daughter a hug, but that stiff,
distant posture warned her not to even try. Instead, Shelly
reached out verbally, doing her best to add warmth to the probing
tone of her voice.
"Sweetheart," Shelly said, sounding a bit wounded. "Why didn't
you tell me things had gotten so serious between you and Adam? I
thought he stopped calling you months ago."
"He did," Tiffany said. "We broke up before summer vacation. I
told him we should just be friends. I didn't want to hurt
Shannon. Then, I went over their one day just to hang out. Out
of nowhere, we just started making out in his basement. Shannon
was upstairs. I didn't want her to think anything was going on.
So I just kind of brushed him off. After that, he lost interest.
Or, I thought he did, anyway."
"So what changed?" Shelly asked.
"Well," Tiffany explained. "We didn't really see each other all
summer. Then, we saw each other again when school started, and
it was just, like."
"Instant chemistry," Shelly said.
"Totally," Tiffany said. "He's got longer hair and a goatee,
plus this cute little earring. I think he's been working out
too. He's much bigger now."
"So I've heard," Shelly said, grinning.
Tiffany blushed. "Anyway, I told him that I was trying out for
pep squad and all that. He was really encouraging, which was
pretty cool considering my chances as a sophomore."
"And then you made the squad," Shelly said, with a hint ofpride.
"Right," Tiffany replied. "That's when everything changed. The
day he saw me in my uniform."
"Why am I not surprised?" Shelly teased.
Tiffany smiled. "I guess he has a thing for cheerleaders."
"All men do," Shelly said.
Tiffany giggled. "It's funny though," she said. "Adam used to
tell me he hated cheerleaders. Shannon still does. Of course,
that's only because of Ashley and Danielle. Those two can be
real bitches. Shannon actually threatened to stop talking to me,
when I started hanging out with them. She doesn't get that we're
just teammates. So it's not like I have a choice. Anyway, we're
working that out, but still."
"Tiffany," Shelly said silencing her nervous daughter with a
finger on her lips. "Listen to me, honey. This thing with Adam
has to stop right now. You can't let it go on any longer. Your
father would be very disappointed. I'm sure you don't want
that."
"No, of course I don't," Tiffany said. "I love my family more
than anything, even Jonathan, when he's not being obnoxious. I
just can't help the way I feel about Adam. He's moving to Boston
for college next year. I know he'll want to have sex at least
once before he leaves. Honestly, Mom, the way I feel when he
looks at me, I'm not sure that I could say no."
Shelly turned to look at her daughter. The love she saw on
Tiffany's innocent face reminded her of falling for Greg, at the
same school, many years before. She leaned closer and lightly
combed her manicured fingers through her daughter's hair.
Warmly, she whispered.
"You really like this boy, don't you, sweetheart?"
Tiffany slowly nodded. "He's so gorgeous."
"Hmm," Shelly mulled quietly. "Is his cock really that big?"
"Like a baby's arm," Tiffany answered, failing to hold her back
her smile. "You should have seen all that cum too. He sprayed
like a water hose."
Shelly squirmed, trembling at the mere thought. "Well," she
concluded quickly. "If he's that handsome, and that well-hung,
with a pair of balls as loaded as that, maybe you should invite
him over for dinner next week."
Tiffany beamed. "That would be awesome!" she said, leaping over
to give her mother a full-bodied squeeze. "Thank you, Mom. You
won't be disappointed. I swear."
Shelly smiled. "You're welcome, honey. Remember, I'm just
trying to do what's best for you. Besides," she added,
"convincing me was the easy part. Now, you'll have to convince
your father."
Tiffany pursed her lips together. She leaned back, folded her
arms and sighed anxiously. After a moment, she looked at her
mother with pleading eyes and said, "Do you think you could talk
to him for me?"
Shelly bluntly answered, "Sweetheart, you've been sucking your
father's cock for over a year. It's kind of late to feel
intimidated now, don't you think? You're not a baby anymore.
You can handle this. Just talk to him."
Tiffany sighed again. Her head sunk, only to rise up again.
"Will you at least be there with me?"
"Of course," Shelly promised. "I'll be right here."
Tiffany leaned over and kissed her mother on the cheek.
"Thanks, Mom."
"You're welcome, honey," Shelly said, surprising her daughter
with a sudden kiss on the mouth. Her lip-gloss tasted like
cherries. Shelly lingered there, licking and nibbling her
daughter's fleshy lips before easing back and pelting her
ginger-scented neck with one baby soft kiss after another. Love
bites made Tiffany gasp out loud. Shelly cradled her daughter by
the chin and turned her face forward. Her tongue reached out.
Tiffany extended hers too. The warm spongy tips met halfway.
Soft licks and delicate flutters heated their clinching bodies.
Shelly rushed into Tiffany's mouth with her wet driving tongue.
Tiffany seized it between her wanton lips and earnestly sucked.
They came away heaving and gasping for air. Shelly was quickly
on her feet. She reached out and lifted Tiffany by the hand.
Their fingers entwined as Shelly smiled and wondered out loud.
"Do you think Jonathan left any hot water?"
Tiffany shook her head. "I doubt it. Why?"
"Because I think it's time you and I jumped in the shower,"
Shelly said. Tiffany's lips curled into wicked smile as she
followed her mother's lead.
Shelly's hand never let go as she led her daughter down the hall
to her bedroom. The autumn sun was slowly receding, as the room
faded into shadow. Shelly flipped on the light. The room filled
with the sudden whir of the ceiling fan. Tiffany stood quietly
in front of her mother at the foot of her parent's king-sized
bed.
Shelly again noted how her young breasts had grown fuller over
the summer. She was easily a C-cup by now. Her oval face still
carried some baby fat around her rosy cheeks, but her blue eyes
and pouty lips emitted a raw sexual energy. Tiffany was still
about three inches shorter than her mother; her figure was more
slender. Still, she had plenty of curves that she never
hesitated to show off -- a trait she no doubt inherited from her
mother.
Shelly casually unzipped her skirt and wiggled her hips. Her
skirt slid down to the floor. She reached back to undo her bra,
but Tiffany held her arm, gently prodding her to turn around.
Shelly obeyed and faced the window as Tiffany undid the clasp.
Her daughter's hands swept over her shoulders, then eased down
the straps of her bra. Shelly felt goose bumps as her bra fell
off. Her nipples swelled on contact with the naked air.
Tiffany's hands curved around her mother's bare chest. She rose
on her tiptoes, kissing the back of her mother's neck. Shelly
shivered. Her daughter's fingertips danced around her pink
areolas. Tiffany gave each nipple a gentle squeeze, making her
mother's knees wobble.
Shelly spun around, kissing her daughter's hot little mouth.
They moaned breathlessly, mashing their lips hard, stealing air
from each other's lungs. Tiffany flung her arms around her
mother's neck, still standing on her toes. Shelly's hands slid
around Tiffany's waist and softly rubbed her back. Her
daughter's tongue felt soft and wet as she lovingly massaged it
with her own. Her naked breasts rubbed against her daughter's
top. Shelly yearned to feel skin on skin. She whispered
urgently.
"Take off your shirt."
Tiffany didn't hesitate. She yanked the top over her head, and
tossed it like a rag. Her tits wobbled in plain sight for her
mother to admire. Tiffany didn't care much for bras. She let her
hands rest on her hips, then looked at her mother with indecision
on her sweet face.
"Skirt, too?" Tiffany asked.
Shelly's voice deepened, as she slowly nodded. "Everything."
Tiffany smiled. She clearly enjoyed being the object of her
mother's lust. The physical connection they shared was far
different than between her father and brother. Everything
Tiffany knew about pleasing a man she had basically learned from
her mother. At 39, her father was at that age where he knew
exactly what he wanted and wasn't very interested in much else.
Tiffany had already been given some pretty thorough instruction
on what he liked. Her brother was just too young and na<ve to
offer much practical information on anything. At 36, her mother
had over twenty years of sexual experience with various men and
women. She enjoyed passing this knowledge on to her daughter at
every opportunity.
When Shelly would take Tiffany shopping at the mall, she would
only select the outfits she knew would draw the most attention.
Everything had to be tight, short or see- through. Nothing was
too slutty. The right top had to be at least a couple sizes too
small. The right jeans not only had to be skin tight, but also
had to ride low enough to prove that her daughter was completely
shaved. Shelly enjoyed watching Tiffany strut around in public,
raising eyebrows and erections.
In restaurants, Shelly would teach her daughter how to talk dirty
by flirting with the waiters. A simple stop for ice cream would
become a ten-minute lesson on the perfect blowjob. Pleasing
another woman was just a matter of training Tiffany to trust her
natural instincts, in private one-on-one sessions just likethis.
Tiffany wriggled out of her little skirt, wrenching the tight
waistband over the swell of her plump tush. She tossed it aside
and stood naked, save for her socks and sneakers. Tiffany didn't
care much for panties either. Her hand fell between her legs, as
she eyed her mother's voluptuous body with warm appreciation.
Her fingers casually brushed along the seam of her hairless pink
pussylips.
"Are you ready for the shower now?" Shelly wondered.
"I thought you liked me dirty," Tiffany replied.
"I do," Shelly answered, with a sparkle in her eye. "But I also
like you wet."
Tiffany dipped her finger inside her pussy, then whispered
softly, "I'm wet now."
A blotch of moisture seeped through the cotton panel of Shelly's
pantyhose. Shelly was more than wet. She was soaked. Her heart
palpitated from the way Tiffany's eyes focused on her legs,
watching her daughter almost drool with desire at seeing her
mother in those ravishing pantyhose.
"Do you want me to put on another pair?" Tiffany asked.
Shelly shook her head. "Wait until your father gets home. Right
now, I don't want anything getting in my way."
Tiffany nodded. "All right. But leave yours on, okay? I love
how they feel against my skin."
Shelly smiled. "Don't worry, honey," she said. "I wouldn't dream
of taking them off." She added with a chuckle, "It's funny how
much you're starting to sound like the men in this family."
Tiffany smirked. "Are you calling me a perv?"
Shelly corrected. "No, of course not. After all, you aren't the
first woman in this family to develop a pantyhose fetish. Hell,
in your case, it was probably inevitable."
Tiffany sank to her knees, then scooted over to her mother's
legs. "I wouldn't change how I feel anyway," she replied, hands
sliding over silken thighs. "It's like I'm addicted to this
stuff. When I'm wearing them, I feel like a completely different
person. Like everyone can see me. You know what I mean?"
Shelly purred, stroking her fingers through her daughter's blonde
hair. "Of course, I do, baby. You're a natural tease, like me.
It's in our blood."
Tiffany pressed her cheek against her mother's thigh, brushing it
back and forth like a kitten. "I know," she said, quietly. "It
just seems like every guy at school is always staring at my legs
or trying to look up my skirt. Even the teachers do it. Sure, I
like the attention, but still," she paused. "Last week, in the
lunch room, I overheard some girls talking about the way I dress.
One girl called me a slut. It seems like a lot of girls think
that. What am I supposed to do?"
"There is nothing you can do," Shelly answered. "Those girls are
just jealous because they don't look as sexy and beautiful as you
do. Plus, I'm sure their parents don't allow them to wear
whatever clothes they want either. When I was your age, my
parents encouraged me to think I was beautiful. They reminded me
everyday. When other people started noticing my looks, that just
made them even more proud of me. Your father and I feel the
exact same way about you. So, just be yourself, sweetheart, and
remember who loves you."
Tiffany smiled. Her nose was lured by the strong scent of her
mother's steaming sex. She pressed her face against the moist
crotch and savored the aroma with a deep sniff.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, as her head floated back. She stared at
her mother with her dreamy blue eyes. "I needed to hear that,"
she whispered. "That means a lot to me."
Shelly swept her fingers down her daughter's cheek, and warmly
answered, "You mean everything to me."
Tiffany continued nuzzling her mother's cunt, smelling it through
the wet fabric. The sharp, musky fragrance made Tiffany's mouth
water. Her tongue instinctively peeked out for a sudden lick,
only to find the entrance blocked.
"God, I want to taste you so bad," she said.
"Get the scissors."
Tiffany flashed a quick smile. She leapt up, scurried over to
the sewing table and grabbed the shears. Shelly climbed on the
bed and laid back spread eagle. Tiffany crawled between her
legs.
"Try not to poke me," Shelly warned.
Tiffany nodded, then pinched the gauze between her fingers and
pulled it away from the skin. With nimble slices, the soggy
panel was carefully cut away. Tiffany set aside the scissors,
then paused to admire what she had uncovered.
Shelly's pussy looked so inviting, plump and juicy, like a ripe
peach. The mound was completely slick and shiny with dew. The
spread of her legs made the outer lips peel open, revealing the
fleshy inner folds.
Grabbing pillows, Shelly propped up her head and gave herself a
front row seat to witness her daughter at work.
Tiffany's lips curled into a devilish grin. "Are you going to
watch me eat your pussy?"
Using two fingers, Shelly reached down and spread her cunt wide
open. "Come and get it."
Tiffany dove in. Shelly groaned as her daughter's hot tongue
stabbed into her gaping hole. Tiffany didn't bother teasing
around the outside. She buried her tongue as deep as it would
go.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, wiggling her tongue inside. She mewled as
the tangy juices tickled her taste buds. She licked the walls
clean, plunging her tongue between her mother's satin pussy lips.
Shelly gripped Tiffany by the hair, yanking and bucking at the
same time.
"Yesss, yesss," Shelly hissed. "Like that. Push it deep.
Mmmmm," she moaned. "Yeah, that's it, honey. Fuck me with your
tongue."
Tiffany poked her tongue in and out with short shallow jabs, then
lodged it all the way inside. Finally, she slid it back out,
coated with tasty juices.
"Here," she said, moving up to her mother's lips. "Have some."
Shelly opened her mouth. Tiffany slid her gooey tongue inside.
Shelly sucked. The flavor was intense. Shelly moaned. Tiffany
licked her mother's face. The last remnants of Jonathan's salty
glaze were quickly lapped away. Tiffany enjoyed the tangy blend
of semen and pussy juice. She pooled the bitter mixture in her
mouth. Shelly kissed back. Tiffany let the warm liquid drool
off her tongue. Shelly sipped. Their kisses grew harder and
faster. Shelly nibbled. Tiffany licked. Saliva hung off their
foamy lips like string. Tiffany rubbed her mother's sloppy gash
and promptly shoved in two fingers. Shelly squealed.
"Geeze, Mom, your pussy's completely flooded," Tiffany told her,
two fingers squelching in and out. Shelly could only nod
rapidly, as her face contorted and her mouth fell open. Tiffany
pulled out her sticky fingers and dunked them in her mother's
mouth. Shelly suckled like an infant. The only thing better
than tasting her own cunt was tasting her daughter's.
Tiffany watched and waited patiently, letting her mother do all
the work. Shelly cleaned both fingers until the taste of pussy
had weakened enough for her to want more. Tiffany anticipated
her mother's next craving, tearing the fingers away from Shelly's
reluctant mouth. She could have slipped her fingers back in her
mother's greedy cunt, but she spread her own hairless snatch and
stuck her two fingers there instead.
Shelly watched her daughter grimace in untold pleasure, as
Tiffany finger-fucked her own pretty pussy. Shelly waited with
eager anticipation, knowing it would only be a moment before
those tasty fingers were back in her mouth. Tiffany took her
sweet time sliding her fingers back out. She brought them just
close enough for her mother to catch a whiff of those fresh
teenage juices. As Shelly lunged forward, Tiffany jerked her
hand back and stuck both fingers in her own mouth. Shelly
whimpered. Tiffany giggled and sucked her wet fingers clean.
"No fair," Shelly cried. "I wanted some, too."
Tiffany just shook her head. "Sorry," she said. "You don't get
to taste that today."
Shelly sulked. "I don't?"
"Nope," said Tiffany, spinning around and crouching on all fours.
"But you can taste this," she said, offering up her tight little
butt. She then used both hands and lewdly spread her asscheeks
apart.
Shelly found the sight of her daughter's wrinkled butthole most
appetizing. Her need to lick pussy was instantly replaced by a
more primal hunger. She thought again about all the sweat that
had gathered along that tight crack over the course of a long,
hot day. She smiled at her naughty little girl whose head was
laid sideways on the bedspread. Her back was beautifully arched
as it sloped up to those firm twin cheeks.
Seeing her daughter so perfectly positioned made Shelly pause to
grab her digital camera from the nightstand. Tiffany was
unfazed. She pulled her ass open even wider and added a big
smile as the flash went off.
"Sorry," said Shelly. "You just look so good like that. I
couldn't resist."
"Don't apologize," said Tiffany. "I love modeling.especially
naked."
Shelly laughed. "Well, you're definitely good at it. I could
easily see you in a magazine."
"Really!" Tiffany said, springing up with excitement. "I've
always wanted to do that. Would you really let me?"
"Sure," said Shelly. "When you're old enough. I'm sure I could
convince your Uncle Brian to help you out."
Tiffany smiled. Her uncle was a freelance photographer who often
did photo shoots for men's magazines. She had even seen test
photos of her naked mother that Brian had taken when he was just
starting out. Shelly kept them in a special album that Tiffany
once discovered by accident. Tiffany had never seen her mother
look quite so sexy and glamorous. She secretly wished that she
might one day look just as beautiful.
"Oh Mom," she said ecstatically. "That would be so cool. You
don't even know."
Shelly leaned forward and gently kissed her daughter on the ass.
"Anything for you, honey."
Tiffany squeaked with a wicked little laugh. "Can you imagine
some fat, dirty old man in Oklahoma jerking off to my picture? I
know it sounds kind of gross, but it makes me kind of hot." She
paused. "Gosh, what if Grandpa saw me?"
"Hmm," Shelly smiled with inner amusement. "Something tells me
he wouldn't be all that upset."
"He wouldn't?" Tiffany wondered. "Why not?"
"Enough questions," said Shelly. "Do you want me to lick your
ass, or don't you?"
"Oh, please," Tiffany begged. "Lick my ass, Mommy. It needs a
good cleaning."
Shelly nodded and winked. Tiffany resumed her bent posture,
spreading her cheeks wide open. Shelly started at the small of
her daughter's back. Slowly, she drifted down. The tip of her
nose barely touched skin as she patiently traced a feathery line
along the crease. She nestled her hose inside the crack,
urgently inhaling the dingy odor wafting from her daughter's
asshole. The narrow space around the puckered ring was warm and
clammy. Shelly flicked out her tongue and swirled it around the
leathery surface. She moaned with the first sampling of anal
flavor.
Tiffany kept quiet. Perhaps, she was keeping her pleasure
inside. More likely, she just needed some deeper exploration to
really get her motor running. She loved a good rimming and her
mother was quite good at it. She slid one hand between her legs
and started rubbing her clit. Just the idea of her mother's
tongue buried deep in her ass made Tiffany want to frig her hot
little pussy.
Shelly sandwiched her whole face between Tiffany's asscheeks.
Her tongue wormed in nice and slow. The taste of her daughter's
bowels made her eyes roll back with perverse delight. She
wiggled her satin tongue side to side, licking the greasy walls.
She felt Tiffany's greedy asshole clinging to her tongue, sucking
it deeper. Shelly speared the tip in and out. She tickled the
outer ring with light flutters, then shoved her tongue deep
inside. She kept a tight grip on her daughter's cheeks,
squeezing and kneading the doughy flesh as she feasted.
Tiffany's pelvis swiveled and jolted as her body responded to her
mother's deep butt-reaming. She frantically rubbed her fingers
against her swollen clit.
"Oh, fuck!" Tiffany groaned. "Oh, Mom. That's it. Yes, keep
licking my asshole." She begged. "Feels so fucking good. Mmmm,
yeah. Lick it, Mom. Oh God! Lick my ass!"
Shelly listened to her daughter's vocal urgings and burrowed her
tongue in that tiny rosebud with more vigor than before. She
wasn't just licking now; she was fucking. Her head bobbed back
and forth as her rigid tongue stabbed in and out like a miniature
cock. Tiffany joined in by jamming two fingers in her own cunt
and pumping them fast and hard. She was just about to cum when
she felt the tip of her mother's finger pressed against her
asshole. The little ring offered no resistance as Shelly's index
finger wedged right in. Shelly drilled it all the way to her
second knuckle. She held it there in the warm snare of her
daughter's stingy rectum. Tiffany's muscles clenched and
squeezed. Her sphincter refused to let go.
Shelly offered kindly, "Would you like another?"
Tiffany groaned and sharply ordered, "Now!"
The second finger went in hard. Tiffany clawed the bedspread.
Shelly drilled both fingers in and out. Tiffany's breath was
short and ragged. She lost balance. Both arms fell forward.
Her stomach slumped to the bed. Her ass muscles locked. She
gnawed her bottom lip. Shelly kept thrusting. Her other hand
slid underneath. Tiffany gasped. A second pair of fingers had
entered her pussy. Shelly bore into both holes with no mercy,
both hands in constant motion. The wetness of Tiffany's
overheated cunt echoed with squishing and slopping noises.
Tiffany humped her mother's fingers hard. Her ass bounced
rapidly up and down.
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" The girl screamed.
"I want you to cum hard," said her mother. "Then, I want to see
you suck these fingers right from your ass."
"Yesss!" Tiffany hollered. "Fuck me, Mommy! Fuck me! Oh God, I
love it! Oh, Mom. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum right now. . .
Yes! Now! Now! Now! Ohh fuck!!! Ohhh yeahhhh!!!"
Tiffany went off like fireworks. Shelly could feel the waves
surging through her. Her whole body flinched and shook. There
was panting, squealing and moaning. Her leg muscles trembled. A
second spasm was followed by a third. The moment was brief, yet
Tiffany's climax lingered forever behind closed eyes. Seconds
later, her body went limp. Her asshole reluctantly let go.
As Shelly dislodged her soiled fingers, Tiffany spun around,
eager for her dessert. She grabbed her mother's hand, pulled it
up to her mouth and wrapped her lips around those dirty fingers.
Shelly could hear the purr from her daughter's throat as Tiffany
savored the taste of her own filthy asshole. Tiffany moaned and
slurped noisily, sucking each finger like an ass-flavored cock.
Her rapture was beyond compare.
In a surge of envy, Shelly lunged at her daughter's lips and
kissed violently. Tiffany forgot her fingers and found herself
sucking on her mother's invading tongue. The taste of ass was
strong and fresh from her mother's mouth. Tiffany and Shelly
swirled their tongues together, sharing the flavor back and
forth. They kissed wildly, fueling each other's passion with
sensitive aggression. A hot lick. A soft bite. A sexy snarl.
They kept each other's lips wet for what felt like hours. The
mood was broken by the sudden sound of the telephone.
Tiffany reached around her mother, snatching the cordless off the
bedside table. She figured Shannon had probably just arrived
home from school. She snapped the phone to her ear, assuming
that her friend was calling to have their normal afternoon gossip
session.
"Hey, you little bitch," Tiffany sniped. "Did you finally
realize you can't live without me? I thought you hated my
fucking guts."
A startled female voice stammered and replied, "Uh, since when?
And why on Earth would you call me a bitch? I thought I was your
favorite aunt."
"Kayla?" said Tiffany. Her face went pale. "Oh, my God.
Kayla, I'm so sorry. I thought you were my friend."
"Well, so did I," her aunt answered. "Good Lord, sweetie. Do
you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
Tiffany blushed. She looked at her mother who was watching with
quiet amusement. "Umm," Tiffany stumbled awkwardly. "God, this
is so embarrassing. You don't understand. My friend Shannon
usually calls me around this time. We got into a fight today at
school. I didn't mean to talk to you like that. Please forgive
me."
"Tell you what," said Kayla. "I'll give you a chance to make it
up to me. I know it's short notice, but my usual sitter has
plans already. I need someone to watch Heather and Dylan
tomorrow night. Do you think you could help me out?"
"Hmm," said Tiffany, pausing for thought. "We're having a car
wash tomorrow to raise money for the squad. I guess I could come
over afterwards. Will there be any food?"
"No," Kayla joked. "I'm afraid you'll have to starve. That's
what you get for calling me a bitch." Tiffany sighed. Kayla
laughed. "I'm teasing. Of course, I'll cook something for you.
Chicken, pasta, whatever you want. Do we have a deal?"
"Sure," said Tiffany, smiling. "Sounds like fun. Heather and I
can play dress up. And, again, I'm really sorry for what I
said."
"Don't worry about it," said Kayla. "I'm just glad you could
bail me out. Is your mom around?"
"Sure, she's right here," said Tiffany, handing her mother the
phone. Shelly gave her daughter a look of pity as she picked up
the conversation.
"PMS Emergency Hotline. This is Shelly speaking. How may I help
you?"
"Did you hear what she said to me?"
"Of course. I was sitting right here."
"Well, how could you let her talk like that in front of you?"
"I don't let her do anything. She makes her own decisions. But
let's not get into that right now. Honestly, she feels bad
enough as it is. She really does adore you."
Tiffany was still kneeling on the bed. She smiled and nodded at
her mother's words. Kayla had always been more like a big sister
than an aunt. Tiffany would never insult her on purpose. As
Shelly spoke, Tiffany crept behind her. Her little hands gently
massaged her mother's shoulders.
"All right," said Kayla. "I'll let it go. That's not what I was
calling about anyway. Oh, by the way, can you drop Tiffany off
here around seven tomorrow night?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well," Kayla paused for effect. "I had lunch with Peter this
afternoon."
"Right, I remember. I was planning to call after dinner for the
whole scoop. From the sound of your voice, I'm guessing it went
pretty well. What did you wear?"
"Just my black V-neck with a new denim skirt. Thirty-four
dollars at Fashion Square. It's really short, but I like it.
Oh, and my black sandals. You know, with the cute little
straps."
"And.?"
"And what?"
"Did you take my advice?"
"Oh, you mean, about the pantyhose?"
"Mm hmm."
"Well, as a matter of fact, I did order some from that catalog
you sent me. I couldn't believe how soft and comfortable they
were. I mean, they actually felt sort of.I don't
know.stimulating"
"I told you. They won't make you all hot and itchy if you buy
the right kind. Did you wear them to lunch?"
"I did," said Kayla. "And I'm pretty sure he noticed, too."
"You are." Shelly smiled. " How so?"
"Well, when he saw me, he sort of did a double take. His eyes
did that thing, you know, when a guy looks you up and down.
Undressing me, I guess. He hasn't looked at me that way in
months."
"That's a good sign. So then what happened?"
"Well, he was just staring and smiling. Giving me all sorts of
compliments. He said that he loved my 'new look.' I wasn't
real sure what he meant by that because the only thing that was
really different was, well, you know.the pantyhose."
"Did you ask him?"
"Kind of. I just said that I hadn't really changed anything. I
suggested maybe it was because we hadn't seen each other in a
while. He insisted that there was something different about me,
something sexier. I played along and told him that I highlighted
my hair. Then, I mentioned that I had bought new shoes, just to
make him look at my legs."
"Smart move," said Shelly, groaning in pleasure as Tiffany sucked
on her neck.
"What was that?" said Kayla.
"Oh, nothing," said Shelly. "Just stretching. Go on."
"Well, anyway. The whole thing was kind of weird. I mean, we're
supposed to have lunch at Umberto's, but then, out of the blue,
he decides we should grab sandwiches from the deli and go eat in
the park."
"Where he could get a better look at you," Shelly stated.
"Exactly," said Kayla. "I was thinking the same thing. So I
played along. I mean, I was crossing my legs every two seconds.
I tossed my hair all over the place. I must have leaned over
fifty times just to show him more cleavage. God, I felt like
such a slut."
"And you loved it," said Shelly, grinning.
"Well," Kayla admitted. "I didn't hate it."
"That's my girl," said Shelly proudly. "So, after an hour of
teasing him to death, what did the man say?"
"He said he's thinking about moving back in. He wants to have
dinner tomorrow night so we can talk about it."
"I see," said Shelly. "And why don't you sound more excited? I
thought that's what you wanted."
"Well, it is, but," she paused. "I don't know. I'm just not
sure he's really sincere about it."
"Of course not," Shelly said. "This is Peter we're talking
about. Obviously, he just wants to get laid. The good news is
that it's you he wants to fuck, not some Hooters girl. What you
need to do is put on your tightest, shortest, skimpiest little
piece of a dress, then let him take you out some place where lots
of horny guys can drool over you. Then, take him home and let
him fuck your brains out."
"What about the kids?"
"They can stay over here. Honestly, Kay, your marriage depends
on it. It's been way too long for both of you. Give that man a
good dose of what he's been missing. Then see what happens."
"You're right," said Kayla. "I'm sure I can act like a whore for
one night."
"Don't act," said Shelly. "And don't forget the pantyhose."
To be continued . . .
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