Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Wash With Mother (F-solo Fg[11] cons inc pett ws hs teen ped) By Aaron Webster Opening Statements This story is part of the Schoolgirl Scandals series archived at www.asstr.org/~aaronwebster/ These stories contain scenes of a sexual nature, involving adults, teenagers, preteens and others. If this disturbs you, or it is illegal for you to view this type of material in your area, you should STOP READING NOW! This story may be freely distributed across the internet or in print, provided: - That the entire text (including these opening statements) is preserved intact. - That you drop me an e-mail to badteecha@hotmail.com to let me know where it is (who knows I may even make a link to your site). - That, if you archive it on a pay-site, you at least give me a password in. Finally: This story is a fantasy. All characters are fictitious and I in no way condone acts of a sexual or violent nature towards minors. If you are unable to differentiate between fantasy & reality, please don't read this story. The Story (2,040 words) Wednesday, 13th September 2000. After removing the dog from the bathroom, Sally James kicked off her shoes and started the shower. Hopefully, she would just have time before Charlotte came home from school. Andrew was having tea with a friend and Stephen was working late tonight. The last the tall dark haired woman really regretted. For some reason she had been feeling horny at work all day, she really wished her husband was here to give her a good fucking, before her daughter got home. Sighing, the smartly dressed woman removed her jacket and hung it up neatly. She did the same with her blouse and skirt. Then standing in her underwear, she carefully removed her ear-rings and other jewelry, before washing off the most of her make-up in the wash-basin. Sally removed her bra and kneeded her generous breasts with relief (that was something she had not been able to do in the office!). The nipples had already hardened to syiff little peaks. Tights and panties came off next, the latter damp with suppressed desire. Then naked, Sally stepped into the shower. The warm water beat down on her already stimulated body, igniting a thousand points of desire. The horny woman hoped that Charlotte wouldn't come home too soon. Sally felt the water wash through her long dark hair, soaking it and taking away the dust and grime of the day. She washed her hair thoroughly. It was her best feature and maybe if she played her cards right, Stephen would give her the fucking she deserved. With this in mind, Sally took up the soap and started to lather around her breasts, taking pleasure as she ran over her hard erect nipples with soft soapy fingers. Sally pinched them and stimulated them and then rinsed the soap away with the shower head. Then she soaped all the way down her long smooth legs, but deliberately avoided touching her pussy. She wanted to enjoy the sense of anticipation. The sexy mum washed over her pubic bush with the shower head. Mmmm... That was nice. Then she allowed the jet to wash between her legs. Nicer. Sexy Sally grinned a wicked secret grin to herself and positioned the shower head between her thighs, with the jet shooting upwards into her pussy, stimulating its sensitive folds. Sally might be a grown up mother of two, but she took a schoolgirlish delight in water pleasures. Sally reached up to the bath oil on the shelf, dripped a little bit of it onto her finger and then ran her digit down through her pubic mound. She rolled it over the hard nub of her clit and into her waiting pussy. She gasped as her finger and the shower assaulted her nether regions. Oh she hoped that Charlotte would be a long time yet... Charlotte was cycling so fast, that Jadie and Liz could hardly keep up with her. Even as they called her to slow down, she just rode faster. She was desperate for a pee! And the vibration of the hard saddle so close to her sensitive pussy was not helping matters. Just two weeks ago, this would not have worried her. In fact she might have ridden deliberately slowly, just to prolong the painful pleasure. But since that incident last Monday - when I was raped, she reminded herself, the pretty 11 year old found that she no longer had the control over her bladder that she used to enjoy. The young schoolgirl cycled on getting more and more desperate. Finally her house came into sight. As she rode up the drive, Charlotte let the bike crash down from under her. She would put it away later. She fumbled with the key in her pocket and then fumbled with the key in the lock, hopping from foot to foot as she did so. At last the door flew open and Charlotte ran in and up the stairs. When The youngster got to the bathroom door and realised that someone was inside, she hammered on the door with her fist. "You'll have to wait," came her mother's voice from within, " I'm in the shower." "But I'm going to wet myself!" The little girl cried. "You will have to wait." "Mum!" "Wait!" "But I'm desperate." Charlotte started hopping from foot to foot again. Then sudenly stricken she felt the inevitability of her bladder opening. Instinctively she rushed for the bathroom, pushed the handle and opened the door that her mother had neglected to lock. "I told you to wait outside!" The young girl had only a moment to take in the scene that met her eyes. Her mum was lying down in the bath, with the shower water beating down on her naked breasts and body, whilst in her hand she held the end of the toilet brush, whose handle was buried in her pussy. But Charlotte had more immediate problems than her mother's curious masturbatory habits. As Sally tried to regain her dignity, Charlotte lifted the hem of her little school skirt and tugged frantically at her knickers. But it was too late as her piss was suddenly released, cascading down over her hands and feet, soaking her panties and showering her socks. "What on earth do you think you are doing?" her mother demanded, standing now, with the toilet brush cast to one side. "Are you a baby, that you can't control your bladder for five minutes whilst I finish my shower?" Her young daughter just burst into tears, standing in the middle of the floor with piss running down her legs. "Right," said Sally, "you might as well take those wet things off." Still crying, Charlotte reached out to steady herself, whilst she took her shoe off. "Don't touch my jacket with you wet hands!" warned Her mother. The young girl tried to balance on one foot as she kicked off her shoe and struggled with the soaking wet sock. Then she repeated the process with the other foot. She pulled her soaking wet panties down, as she had tried to do before. They clung to her piss-soaked legs. Then Charlotte unwrapped her grey pleated skirt, with its darker damp patches. The 11 year old's school tie, blouse and training bra, joined the other items on the floor. "Well, you had better get in the shower with me," Her mum offered. Charlotte nodded dumbly and still sniffling, she climbed into the bath with the taller woman. "Why couldn't you wait to go to the toilet," her mother asked, gently this time. Charlotte shrugged. She wanted to tell mum about the rapist - and the dirty old man - but she wouldn't understand. "Come here Charlotte," said Sally and gave her pretty daughter a cuddle. Charlotte felt warm and protected as she snuggled against her mum's breast, with the water cascading down around them. Sally's nipple felt hard as it pushed against the young girl's head. Not for the first time, Sally wished her daughter were still a baby and could suckle on that nipple. Thats how she would stop Charlotte from crying years ago. Mother and daughter cuddled for some time, naked flesh pressed to naked flesh, enjoying symbiotic contact that was closer than that of lovers. "Now lets get you cleaned up," Sally said at last. Relectantly, Sally & Charlotte pulled apart and Sally retrieved the soap. She started by rolling it around the young girl's chest, as she did when Charlotte was a toddler, Sally reflected. But her daughter was no longer a toddler. She now had little breasts of her own that were just budding, and as Sally stimulated them with the soap, she found that their nipples started to harden like her own. Charlotte sighed in contentment at the sensation and realised the truth that sexual stimulation is much more pleasurable when it is caused by somebody else. Charlotte wanted to give her mum something in return and felt herself drawn towards the older woman's nipple. Did she dare? Charlotte nuzzled her mum's breast at first and was rewarded by Sally pulling her tenderly closer. So the youngster flicked her tongue across her mother's nipple. Sally stiffened, momentarily caught in a crisis. Perhaps it was an accident. As she relaxed, Charlotte again licked her mother's nipple. This time Sally did nothing except continue to soap her daughtere's little breasts. So Charlotte grew braver and took the whole nipple into her mouth, trying to suck on it without getting a mouthful of water from the shower. A battle began in Sally's mind. On the one hand, the stimulation from Charlotte's mouth felt intoxicating; but on the other hand, wasn't this incest? But hadn't she wanted Charlotte to suck on her breast? And surely there was nothing wrong in a child finding comfort on her mother's teat. But wasn't it abuse? No surely not, because it was instigated by Charlotte, not by her mother. But wasn't she fondling her daughter's nipples. No, she corrected herself, she was washing them, and Charlotte had not backed away or complained. And surely something this pleasurable could not be wrong, could it? Sally surrendered herself to her daughter's ministrations, running her fingers through the young girl's hair - as dark as her own - as she continued to wash Charlotte's breasts with her other hand. Charlotte liked to have her hair washed, she always had. And she enjoyed the mounting pleasure from the stimulation of her breasts, which suddenly seemed much heavier than her tender years allowed. As she clung to her mother's beatiful naked body, Charlotte ran her finger across from her mother's waist into the thick mass of curls on her pubic mound. What must it be like to have such thick hair there? Charlotte wondered. Her own mound had just flecks of hair. She wondered how long it would be before she had as much as this. Sally stiffened as her young daughter's fingers ran through her pubic hair and she gasped, when Charlotte's finger brushed the hard nub of her clitoris. But she did not object. Nor did she make any protest when the pretty girl's fingers found it again and then again. Dreamily, Charlotte ran her fingers in and out of her mother's pubic thatch, hypnotised by the sight of the shower water running over and through her fingers, intermingling with the thick dark hair, hypnotised also by the feel of her mother's soapy hands on her titties and in her hair. Charlotte heard her mum's breathing grow heavier and she knew that the older woman was enjoying what she was doing for her. But in satisfying her mother's itch, Charlotte became acutely aware of her own rising passion. The horny youngster rolled into Sally's body clamping her slim childish legs around her mother's firm womanly thigh. Charlotte began to slowly slide her pussy up and down her mother's leg, scratching at that itch that threatened to overcome her. And so mother and daughter continued under that beating torrent. Sally fondling her daughter's little breasts and stroking her hair; Charlotte gently suckling her mother's breast and fingering Sally's pussy, whilst taking pleasure for her own little cunt on the older woman's leg. If Sally had doubts that this was quite the proper way for a mother and daughter to behave, then her mounting desire helped her push those thoughts to one side. But perhaps understandably, it was Charlotte who was gripped by the waves of pleasure first. The little preteen's breath started to come sharply in little bursts, then she began to emit little mews of pleasure and began to dig her finger sharply into her mother's pussy. Instinctively, Sally felt a mother's need to help her daughter through her crisis and so she pulled Charlotte closer and rubbed her back as the 11 year old frigged herself on her mother's leg. As Charlotte cried out, Sally's heart went out to the little girl and her own orgasm wracked through her, until both Sally and Charlotte wept with sheer pleasure. As mother and daughter held each other close in a tight embrace, reality crashed in upon Sally and she wondered how she could tell Charlotte that despite the magnificent pleasure, they could never do this again. Dramatis Personae Stars: Sally James Charlotte Taylor Guest Stars: Jadie Watts Elizabeth Willoughby Wolfie Mentioned: Stephen James Andy Taylor Rapist Old Man (C) Aaron Webster March 2001 [Home]