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Story title : Harper Valley USA - 2 The Promise
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Harper Valley USA - 2 The Promise (F/F, exh, inc)
by Filthy Fiction (filthyfiction@hotmail.com)
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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.
***
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.
Author's note: 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 and
suggestions.
Your friends at Filthy Fiction...
Story codes: (F/f, inc, family, pantyhose, rimming, cum,
oral, voy, exh, bi, mast, 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 want me?"
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 his
sister."
"Hmm," Shelly realized. "And that's why you came home so
upset?"
"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
of pride.
"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 tank 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.
"Shorts, 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 naive 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 like this.
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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