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Movie Mom 2 - The Sequel
by J.E.Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)
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Our usual Mom/Daughter fun at the multiplex is spoiled
by Dad tagging along. (Ff, ped, inc, mast, oral)
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Mom and I kept going to the movies on Sundays. It was
our thing. And we kept... how should I say it? Playing
our parts as audience members. It was always exciting.
Always horny. And we always came. We never did anything
outside of the cinema. We just understood that was our
alone time and we never pushed the boundaries elsewhere.
If anything, it brought us closer together.
It was summer of '92 and in amongst all the summer films
was a little thriller which caught my attention. I'll
never forget it because I loved the actresses who played
their parts in Single White Female. I mentioned it to
Mom and she said sure, we'd go see it. What we didn't
reckon on was my Dad overhearing us and saying he wanted
to see the film too.
Thinking back now, I suppose he must have been a little
bit in lust with one or both of the actresses. And who
could blame him? I had seen them both in other things
and they were both hot in different ways. So Dad invited
himself along with us for our Sunday outing. I looked at
Mom with faint panic in my eyes, but she shrugged,
resigned to the fact. I wasn't happy, I can tell you.
Later I asked Mom to make some excuse, maybe ask him to
do something around the house. Put those shelves up he'd
been meaning to. But Mom said no, she couldn't do that.
So, Sunday came around. I remember getting dressed for
the movie.
I remember clearly wearing a short white Ra-Ra Skirt
(still in, in 1992) and a pink strappy top. I finished
the ensemble with a white demin jacket, white shoes and
pop socks that came a third way up my thighs. A ponytail
and light pink lipstick and I was ready to go. I looked
drop dead gorgeous, even if I do say so myself. Looking
back, I remember standing in front of my full length
mirror in my cutesy teddy bear bedroom. I looked
awesomely cute, and I knew it.
Just looking at myself in the mirror made me moist. I
was turning myself on! Incredible! As I stood there I
thought about the fact that Dad would be there and Mom
and I wouldn't be able to play our usual game. I don't
mind saying that I was annoyed. Our alone time was being
encroached on and 14-year-old me wasn't willing. But I
was wet. Then I had the naughtiest thought.
"Honey? You ready?" called Mom.
"Coming, Mom," I called back.
I smiled at myself in the mirror. That smile was wicked,
naughty and sexy. And I watched myself in the mirror as
I deliberately put my hands up under my little Ra-Ra
Skirt and dragged down my white cotton and lace panties.
I stepped out of them and looked down into their damp
dowsed crotch. I smelled them deeply, my own aroma
filling my nostrils. Then I did that thing I love to do
in private; I used the very tip of my tongue to tease up
the wetness of my own panties: Sweet like honey-water. I
smiled at myself again in the mirror. So naughty. So
sexy.
"Honey. Come on, we'll miss the start."
I tossed my panties onto my bed and left the room.
I noticed how good Mom looked as we walked to the car,
which Dad was already revving like a race car. She had
on a light floral summer dress which danced about her
shapely calves. I've discovered Mom has the best legs,
which luckily I have inherited too. I jumped into the
back seat and we were off to the AMC.
I sat behind Dad and could see Mom's beautifully slender
legs from where I was. Mom looked back at me and smiled.
"Okay, Honey?"
"I'm okay," I smiled.
"Sure?"
I couldn't resist; I opened my legs wide and held up the
front of my little Ra-Ra Skirt. Mom looked straight at
my blonde-clad pussy. It only then occurred to me she
hadn't really seen it in all those movies we had
"watched" together. She looked at me with pure lust in
her eyes, the best look I have ever seen. I closed my
legs and tossed my skirt back down proper. She smiled at
me.
"That's good. You were just a little quiet, that's all."
"I'm fine. I can't wait for the movie."
"Me neither," said Mom.
"Me neither," said Dad, and Mom and I started to chuckle
quietly. Dad clocked on that he'd missed something.
"What?" he said, baffled.
"Nothing, Darling. Just a Mother/Daughter thing you
wouldn't understand."
"Women!" Said Dad.
We got to the movie theater, and it was almost deserted.
Not the most popular movie, especially on a Sunday.
There were only two other people in the screen as we
took our seats. One was a man in his forties, who sat
near the back. One guy I guessed was a college student
sitting near the front. We sat in the middle – Dad, Mom,
then Me.
The ads and previews played through with the lights
dimmed, but not enough. The feature started and the
lights went down. And so did my hand and it wasn't to
the popcorn in my other hand either. My thighs parted
and my fingers found my clammy clam. I split the peach
and touched the moist flesh between my fuzzy cheeks. It
felt so good!
I glanced at Mom, and she glanced at me too. She spied
my little pussy play and smiled wickedly. I watched as
she returned to looking at the movie, but slipped her
hand surreptitiously up her nearest thigh to me,
dragging her skirt covertly higher. I could see when her
hand slipped gently under the skirt to her crotch.
I looked slyly over to Dad, who was oblivious to Mom's
self ministrations. The movie was getting interesting
and soon there was definite sexual tension in the air.
Or maybe it was just mine and Mom's feminine aroma.
About now is usually the time when mom and I do swaps,
but with Dad there too it seemed impossible. I wondered
if Mom had panties on, or was she sans obstruction like
me.
Now, I don't know if you've seen that movie, but it's
got some pretty sexy bits in it. One had me so hot. It
was just one girl spying on another girl after she hears
moans in the night, and through the doorway she sees her
roomy masturbating in bed. No way was that door left
open by mistake, even just a little bit. I'm speaking
from experience here.
But seeing one girl watch another girl pleasure herself
like that got me so hot, I really started flicking my
bean. Mom noticed me getting carried away and I guess
she was worried Dad would see. She reached over and
pressed her hand down on mine to calm me down.
I slowed and Mom's hand slunk under my skirt pulling it
back a little as she did, so it was raised like a little
awning between my open thighs. I looked up at her face.
It was impassive as she now took over on my little
pussy, like we always did. I changed popcorn hands and
carefully moved my now free hand into Mom's seat.
I found where her dress was hiked up where she left it
(on purpose) and smoothed my hand underneath to her
opening crotch. Mom's bigger pussy always excited me. I
had touched it many times in the past months and it
never failed to get my own juices flowing like a river.
I started my own exploration of Mom's pussy and felt her
legs part too. Then, panic stations! Dad reached over
into Mom's lap to get some nachos. I froze! Luckily,
nothing comes between Dad and his nachos and he went
back to the movie with a face full of crunch. I could
feel my inner fire really kindling now, building tingles
of sensation as I went back to Mom's seeping hole. Just
then, Mom turned to me, "Come with me," she whispered.
She stood up and whispered to Dad we were going to the
bathroom and kissed him lightly, then touched his lips
with the finger she had had in me just seconds before. I
could clearly see my pussy juice glisten on his lips as
the silver screen reflected its stark daylight scene. As
I passed Dad he patted my ass and then licked his lips.
I wondered if he could taste my sweetness as I walked up
the aisle. Mom led me by the hand to the bathrooms and
we snuck into the same stall.
"Sit up there," she whispered breathlessly and motioned
to the water tank behind the seat. I couldn't believe we
were going to do this, but I quickly climbed up and sat
on the tank. Mom straddled the seat, which luckily had a
seat cover so she didn't have to worry about falling
into the pan. Her dress had ridden high, bunched up at
her crotch and high on her beautifully tanned thighs. My
own thighs were already open, leaving a pelmet of white
rar-ra skirt to cover my lucid groove. Mom looked up at
me and whispered with a wicked grin, "Now, let's see
what we have here."
Mom lifted my little skirt and looked for the first time
since I was nine at my fleshy clam. She came closer to
see my speckling wisps of natural blonde pubic hair. I
couldn't wait for her to touch me. But wait I had to as
she came close, breathing on my cunt, inhaling my aroma.
I felt the slightest tickle in my crotch hair and it was
obvious her tongue was tip-toeing through them. Her
hands came up and held my thighs. I guessed she didn't
want me to fall. Then she pushed them up so my ass was
perched on the very edge of the porcelain.
I thought I was going to fall, leaning back to balance
myself. Then Mom kissed gently my puffy cheeks, exciting
me yet further. I stifled a groan, and saw Mom's eyes
dart upward – sultry and full of lust. Then I felt her
tongue tease gently into my secret folds. My scared
place penetrated by my own mother's stiff but watery
tongue. It probed every sensitive fold, before pushing
into my lucid hole. Fuck! – I loved that!
Mom breathed heavy heat into me as her mouth muscle
moved inside me, licking my vagina flesh like a desert
bowl of caramel sundae. She started to thrust it into
me, tongue fucking me, her 14-year-old daughter. Then
she pulled out and slathered up to my bursting bean.
Around and around she went, making me whimper lightly as
sensations of ecstatic fire burned over my skin like the
sensation of momentary weightlessness sets you alight on
fairground rides.
She let go of one leg and here's why – I felt her tease
one long feminine finger inside my pussy hole. I was on
the verge of coming as it pushed in ever so slowly and
tickled a spot I had never known inside me.
I yelped as she touched it, and then, with tongue to
clit and fingertip to secret spot I felt myself burn
from the hair on my head, down through arms to my
fingertips, down inside my body, my nipples incinerated
with sensation, my thighs sizzled down to the tips of my
toes, and my pussy erupted like a volcano! My sweet l
ava blew inside me and oozed warmly out through my
gaping fissure.
Mom lapped up my cum as it flowed out of me. I was
wasted. Sweat drenched. My hair was matted to my
glistening rosy cheeked face. Mom let my skirt drop and
looked up at me.
"We had better get back to your father," she said,
"he'll be wondering where we are."
"What about you?" I asked, concerned she too needed some
relief.
"I'll be alright," said Mom, though I guessed that to be
a lie.
After freshening up we were back in our seats. Dad
hadn't wondered where we were, he was too engrossed in
the movie. The rest of the movie was tense and freaky –
I was 14, remember? And although I had cum I still knew
Mom hadn't. It was driving me mad. Somehow, I felt
robbed. I had missed out on Mom's pussy and it was
driving me insane with lust.
I tried slipping my hand under her skirt again, but she
shooed me away with a smile. By the end of the movie I
was itching to touch Mom again. The lights came up and
Dad said he'd enjoyed that. We all got up and were on
our way through the foyer when Mom grabbed my hand.
"You go ahead, honey," she said to Dad, "We'll just be a
few minutes."
"You girls always go to the bathroom in twos," he said.
But we were gone. We waltzed into the very same cubicle
and Mom just leaned over, her hands gripping the
porcelain tank I had sat on earlier, her back arched and
her ass up in the air.
"Go ahead!" she urged as I turned from locking the door
and looked at her.
I knelt behind her, touching her shapely calves above
her high heels. Then I smoothed up her slender legs, up
her thighs. I used my hands to quickly flick Mom's skirt
over my head. And there I was, underneath a cotton lemon
tent of flowers which let in plenty of bright light for
me to see the horniest sight I had ever seen. Mom's
pussy was full and pouting, her inner lips were
engorged, red and literally dripping with her juices,
her clit was visibly throbbing, and her vagina was
winking at me, deep dark pink and red wet winks of open
lust.
I couldn't wait, I delved straight in. I licked up her
length and felt her thigh tighten. Then I dove right
into Mom's cunt, tongue first, tasting her tangy
richness. I loved the feel of cunt walls on my tongue
and tried fucking her like she did me. She was getting
even wetter. I trailed down to her beating bud and
flicked over her again and again. Mom was rocking,
making muted noises. Then her dress rose at the front
and I could see Mom's up-side-down head, hair falling
forward around her face.
"Finger me!" she whispered breathlessly.
I raised up, tossing mom's dress-skirt onto her back,
leaving her bare-assed. Her ass was everything I thought
it would be, a bigger more exciting but no less taut
version of mine. I'd posed enough in front of my bedroom
mirror to know this was just like mine. I smoothed over
her wonderful globes until they met her crotch and then
I slipped a finger inside Mom's sopping slot. She was
bigger inside than me, but then, I was still a virgin. I
slid in a second, sliding them rhythmically in and out
of her.
"More!" breathed Mom.
Obediently, I slipped a third finger into Mom's sluice
pool, turning and exciting her. Her taut straight legs
were shaking slightly as I took the initiative and
worked my last finger into Mom's tight-lipped secret. It
was working. She started to judder as I built up a
twisting motion to go with the regular in and out.
"All of it!" she gasped.
I wasn't sure what she meant, but I thought I knew, I
just didn't think it possible. I tucked my thumb into
the fold with all my fingers and urged it firmly into
mom's tight snatch. I started that slow twisting rhythm
again and was finding it slicker but tighter than
before. Then Mom reached around and grabbed my wrist.
I stopped, afraid I had hurt her. But instead she held
my wrist tight and I felt her urge herself back onto my
hand. Her lips were stretched so much I cringed, but
just then my hand, my whole hand, was swallowed by Mom's
sopping hole! I couldn't believe it! Then she started
pushing herself onto my hand, my wrist disappearing
also! She was fucking my hand, holding me to her. She
let go and I slowly took up the gauntlet.
I started to fuck her with my hand. It was amazing!
Inside she was so wet and fleshy, her walls
intermittently tightening around me, crushing my little
hand. She turned her head and smiled at me.
"Go for it!" she said.
That was my green light! I really started to pound Mom's
hole now, going deeper, faster! She was whining tiny
mews through bitten lips. I was so deep now I had half
my forearm through her bulging maw. Mom was bucking. I
knew she was close. Suddenly, I felt an immense warmth
around my hand and forearm, rushing juices filled Mom's
twat, and it coursed down my arm, out through burning
lips, down my shafting arm, and trickled off my elbow.
Mom shuddered to a stop, breathing out low and hard.
I hoped to God no one heard that!
She didn't move. I felt her relax, unclenching inside.
And slowly I withdrew my soaking wet arm from Mom's
sopping slot. I remember looking at it – gaping wide
after I had pulled out. It was so sexy! I licked up the
length of my own arm, the taste tingling like citrus on
my taste buds. Mom stood up, her dress falling
delightfully innocently into place. She wiped her
forehead of her own glister. She never looked more
radiant! I could see the sex-blush bellow her neck, her
breathing deep and satisfied, her cheeks as rosy as
mine.
"Thank you, Sweetheart," she said, and she planted a
firm moist kiss upon my lips. I wanted more, but Mom
shook her head. She opened the door and we freshened up
at the wash basins.
Dad was waiting in the car. As we got into the car he
let out, "What the hell do you girls find to do in
there? Jeez...!" Mom and I looked at each other and
burst out laughing. "What?" says Dad, all perplexed.
"Just girl's stuff, Honey, just girl's stuff." Said Mom.
Placated, and not wanting to go there, Dad put us into
gear and off we went. All the way home I played with
myself in the car. Mom watched.
The End.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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