Note from JetBoy: Here’s something special indeed… the long-awaited second chapter of this excellent mother-daughter story, submitted by the author about two years after the appearance of Part One. Sadly, this took much too long to post, and that’s the fault of yours truly. In my wretched defense, I was far more backed up with new and continuing stories than I am now. Still, it’s a Very Bad Thing to make an author wait this long to see their work in print. Humblest apologies to Pretty Pink Taco.
Now. Seeing as it’s been many moons since the first part appeared here, I’m going to demand that you read Part One before tackling this new installment. Your enjoyment will be greatly enhanced. You can find that chapter here.
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“Hey hon,” my husband said when he woke me the next morning, sometime around 5 AM. “You fell asleep on the couch.”
“Oh, wow, I didn’t realize,” I yawned, slowly pushing myself upright.
“I’m heading off. I’ll be back around lunch,” he said on his way out. “Don’t have too much fun without me.” We always joked that my husband was the boring and serious one, though more extroverted than I was. He was the Chief of Physicians at the local hospital, and over the years we’d attend all sorts of banquets and galas in town. Everyone knew our family, we had strong ties to the community.
My oldest son Trevor was a lot like him. Brandon, my youngest, was sweet and sensitive. Claire was my wild child — strong, assertive, passionate. She’d taught me a few things over the years.
I looked at the portrait of us next to the Christmas tree from a couple of years ago and smiled to myself. My husband and I sat front and center, while my children stood behind us; all dressed in black. I felt grateful that we were actually as happy as we looked. We had no real scandals or secrets, no affairs or heavy substance abuse.
Well, except for the fact that I had secretly been having sex with my daughter for the last few years. Also with many of the wives and women in town; sometimes with my husband, sometimes without. Everyone was happy, but no one was happier than me.
Heading upstairs to bed, I remembered the day that I found Claire in bed with me, sucking on my breasts.
***
10 years prior
“Get off of me!… Ow!… Stop it!” was all I could hear in the kitchen as I cleaned up the lunch dishes and my kids attempted to murder each other in the living room. Eight, eleven and fifteen, God help me.
“Mom!… Shut up!… No, I didn’t!” I couldn’t tell who was yelling what.
“Trevor!” I screamed without even looking behind me. That was my oldest son’s cue to separate his younger siblings and keep the peace.
I hadn’t said a word to Claire all morning and all throughout lunch, and she didn’t say anything to me. We could barely look at each other.
“It’s Mommy Hour,” I said as I loaded the dishwasher, then headed upstairs for a nice long bath. No one could come looking for or bother me during that time. “If one of you dies during Mommy Hour, I won’t know until the end of Mommy Hour, understand?” I’d told them that a few years back, so they knew the drill.
I ran the water for my bath and undressed in front of the mirror. I touched my nipples, where Claire’s tongue had been. I couldn’t get it out of my head, what she’d done. Cupping one breast with both hands, I sucked at one nipple, then the other. I swore I could still smell her on me.
As soon as I got in the bath, I began to rub my clit roughly. I wasn’t in control of my thoughts anymore, I was obsessed with Claire, thinking about her in her bikini, about her long slender legs, so perfectly smooth. I needed her, I needed to touch her. I thought about her nipples and budding breasts, and how they made my mouth water. I thought about all of the opportunities I’d had to make her mine, and how reluctant I’d been to move forward.
Claire wanted me, I knew that for certain. But she was my little girl, and it was my job to protect her, not take her as a lover. But I couldn’t fight these feelings, not any more. I didn’t want to wait until the next time… maybe there wouldn’t even be a next time, not after the way I reacted to her earlier that morning.
“Hon?” my husband knocked at the master bathroom door.
“Come in,” I told him.
“Mommy Hour?” he smiled.
“Yes, they were driving me crazy.”
“I’ll get them off your hands here soon. You can have the house to yourself, we’re going to the mall and then the movies,” he said kindly, “Maybe you can call a friend and go out.”
“I’ll see. Claire’s not going. She and I need to have a talk about her behavior this morning.”
“Understood,” he nodded, never questioning my parenting. He was more of a disciplinarian than me, so he knew that when I was upset, it meant something.
Ten minutes later, I heard Claire’s bedroom door slam. Shortly after that, I heard the garage door open and close again. It was so loud that we joked about there being an earthquake each time it got used. But it gave us a good notification that someone was either coming or going.
I got out of the tub, drained it, then headed downstairs in my robe to make sure no one was home but Claire and me.
No one was. I went back upstairs to Claire’s room and opened the door.
“Claire?” She was lying on her back, then turned away from me when I came in. “We need to talk.”
“I’m already being punished,” she cried angrily, “What else do you want from me?”
I closed the door behind me and walked over to the other side of her bed, then knelt on the floor next to where she lay. Claire’s eyes were red and wet from crying.
Gently stroking her hair, I leaned in close. “Mommy wants a kiss,” I whispered, and pressed my lips to her pouty wet ones. She stared up at me in utter shock as I leaned in for another kiss, then another. After the third one, she began to kiss me back. Our lips met over and over again.
“Open your mouth,” I murmured.
Claire parted her lips, allowing my tongue to slip between them. She opened her mouth a little further, then met my tongue with hers. I was so nervous, my heart racing like it could give out at any second.
My daughter’s arms slid around my back as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I was shocked by her boldness, but more turned on than ever.
“Mmmm,” I crooned into our kiss, pushing Claire back towards the pillow as I climbed onto the bed, hovering over my child’s body.
I explored her mouth with my tongue, and she explored mine. My daughter kissed me like a grown woman, and I wondered how she’d learned to do that.
I laid down on top of Claire, then shifted to one side, allowing my left hand to caress her face and shoulders. We continued to kiss hungrily, feasting on each other.
Finally, I broke away. “Did you like sucking on Mommy’s titties this morning, baby?” I asked her, then our mouths met again.
“Uh-huh,” she nodded between kisses.
Placing my hand on Claire’s chest, I cupped her little breasts through the thin t-shirt she wore. She was so beautiful. I felt so lucky. How many mothers got to love their little girls like this?
I rested a hand on her hip, then slipped it beneath my daughter’s shirt, caressing her soft tummy as we continued to kiss.
Suddenly breaking away, Claire exclaimed, “Wait!” and began to sit up.
I immediately withdrew, nervous that she might be frightened — perhaps enough to tell my husband what I’d just done. How on earth would I explain something like this to him?
“We — we can stop if you want to…” I stammered, now on my knees next to her.
Claire said nothing, just reached for the tie of my robe and gave it a sharp tug, causing it to part down the middle. As I gaped at my daughter, she pushed the robe off my shoulders, leaving me naked before her. I was frozen to the spot as Claire paused to admire me for a moment, her gaze lingering on my bare pussy. Could she see the wetness oozing down my inner thighs?
Working her t-shirt up over her head, Claire tossed it to the floor, baring her own chest. I licked my lips at the sight of my daughter’s budding breasts, capped by visibly erect nipples. I wondered if she’d take off her shorts too, but she didn’t. Perhaps she was waiting for me to do that.
We looked at each other for a long time. My child and I both realized how far gone we were, knowing there would be no turning back — not after this.
I made the first move, leaning forward to lick her left bud, flicking and teasing the nipple with my tongue before moving to the right one. This time I took the entire breast in my mouth and sucked. Claire reached out to place a quivering hand on my breast. She fondled it, then began to play with my nipple. Her fingers were clumsy, but my little girl’s touch turned me on more than anything ever had.
“Kiss me, Claire,” I told her.
She wrapped both arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine as our mouths met once more, tongues engaging in a heated dance.
Taking my daughter by the waist, I drew her slender frame closer to me and laid her down on the bed. We kissed again, more tenderly this time. My breasts were pressing against hers. As our kisses gradually ceased, I gazed into those enchanting brown eyes.
“I like this,” Claire announced — then giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly.
“You do? Have you thought about kissing me?” I asked. She nodded. “What else have you thought about?”
“I dunno,” she shrugged, then smiled.
“Licking my nipples?” I whispered, teasing her.
“Mom, have you ever kissed a girl before?” she asked me. I snuggled her closer to me and rested my head next to hers. I wasn’t sure if I should lie or tell the truth.
Finally, I said, “A few… have you?”
“Only Kayla,” she replied with a little shrug. “We kiss sometimes. She showed me her boobs, they’re big. She wears a bra.”
Kayla was her best friend, the daughter of my husband’s closest surgeon colleague, Russell Morgan, at the hospital. They were one of the few black families in the area and very well respected within the community. His wife, Laurel, owned a high-end spa in town.
“Did you kiss her nipples?”
“No, but I wanted to,” she admitted. Bending down, Claire found my breast with her mouth. As her tongue circled the tip, I stroked her hair and ran my fingers up and down her bare chest.
“Nobody can know about this, Claire,” I told her sternly. “We shouldn’t even be doing it — but since we are, it’s got to be kept secret. It would be bad for us both if–”
“I know,” she said, latching off for a second, “I wouldn’t want anyone to find out that I like being naked with my mom, kissing her, and sucking on her boobies.” She smiled. “I do like it, though. A lot!”
“I love it,” I said and kissed her forehead as her lips found my other breast.
***
About a week later, Claire had Kayla over. Kayla practically lived at our house and she was so well behaved, we were more than happy to have her.
“Hi, Kayla. How was your vacation?” I asked the chocolate-skinned beauty, who was seated next to my daughter on the couch of the family room.
“Good, Mrs. Schaffer,” she replied politely.
“Did you visit your grandma?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.
“Yes,” she responded. My daughter started nudging Kayla’s legs, trying to get her attention. I walked by them and into the kitchen. I didn’t really need anything. In fact, my objective was to eavesdrop.
“Stop it, your mother is right there!” I heard Kayla whisper. She was a good girl, especially in comparison to my naughty one.
“Mom! Can Kayla spend the night?” Claire called out.
My heart raced. I pictured Kayla and my daughter running around the house in their bikinis, like they normally did, then imagined them undressing, sharing kisses and fondling each other while I listened through the wall, rubbing my pussy until I passed out. “Mom?!”
“No, it’s too short notice,” I told her, almost on autopilot.
“Please, Mommy?” she begged, her voice gone quiet.
I walked back into the family room and found both girls sitting farther apart from where they’d been just a moment ago.
“Oh, I suppose. But only if your mom says it’s okay,” I told Kayla.
“Yes!” Leaping to her feet, Claire jumped up and down on the couch.
“Claire! No feet on the couch!” I scolded. She just continued to bounce. I walked over and stood directly in front of her, arms folded. “Claire…”
“Thank you, Mom!” she cried, wrapping both arms around my neck. Almost losing my balance, I grabbed at Claire, and our bodies suddenly came together. I was almost embracing her. She didn’t speak, just rested her forehead against mine, and I suddenly wondered if she intended to kiss me,
A surge of helpless arousal went through me, and I realized that I wanted to kiss my daughter — even with Kayla watching. Maybe because she was watching.
“I — I’m going to go finish up the dishes,” I murmured, our noses still touching.
“No,” Claire pouted before kissing me, lip to lip. She stared into my eyes, letting me know it was okay. She kissed me again, and this time I kissed her back, letting my hands slide down to cup her ass.
Throwing caution to the winds, I opened my mouth first and let my tongue dart between Claire’s lips. She eagerly returned my kiss, her own tongue engaging mine. I stole a quick peek at Kayla, who stared at us, wide-eyed and curious. We locked eyes and as we did, I lovingly fondled Claire’s ass, making sure that she saw me.
Finally breaking away, Claire began to jump on the couch again, gleefully chanting, “Oh, boy, Kayla’s gon-na spend the night, we’re gon-na have a su-per fun time…”
I smiled at my daughter’s friend. “Do you want a kiss, too, Kayla?” She glanced at Claire, then at me. After a moment, she gave a hesitant nod.
“No, she’s okay,” Claire told me, looking as if she was feeling a little jealous.
“Claire! Let your friend speak for herself. She already said that she does,” I told her.
Suddenly my husband’s voice was heard from the top of the stairs. “Claire, come let the dog out!”
“Later!” Claire called out impatiently.
“Now! Or else you’ll be going to bed early tonight, and I’ll drive Kayla home,” he sternly replied.
With an annoyed huff, Claire stalked up the stairs, scowling for all she was worth. Now it was just Kayla and me.
I sat down beside her on the couch. “You’re beautiful,” I told her, my heart racing.
“Thanks,” she said shyly, twiddling her thumbs nervously in her lap.
“Sit up, and I’ll give you that kiss,” I said, smiling at Kayla.
Did I dare to do this? My daughter’s best friend, the child of my husband’s friend, a girl of eleven. I’d be shamed forever and probably get jail time if it got out, but damn it all, Kayla was too desirable to resist.
Getting up to kneel on the couch, Kayla slowly drew closer to me. I was fine with that, wanting her to do as much of the work as possible.
“Sweet girl,” I told her, placing an arm across the couch cushions. She had full lips and cute dimples in her cheeks. I eased the child into my lap, and it made her giggle.
“Show me how you kiss Claire,” I whispered.
Her eyes grew warm and seductive. That’s when I knew that Kayla shared my desire. Leaning forward, she brought her mouth to mine. When I began to respond, her tongue emerged to lick at my lips. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and her lips parted to welcome me.
She was a perfect little girl, and that made it feel what we were doing even more wrong than it was. I couldn’t break away from her, though.
I pulled away and gazed into those puppy-dog eyes. “I won’t tell anyone about you and Claire kissing and having special fun together.”
“Okay.” Kayla’s gaze fell to her lap.
“I like you a lot,” I told her, trailing a strand of her soft, wavy hair between my fingers.
“I –- I like you, too,” she said, her voice whispery quiet. “Me and Claire… we both do.”
“You’re such a sweet girl,” I whispered, aching to undress her.
“I’m back! I’m back!” Claire shouted, bouncing down the carpeted stairs from the ground level. “Mommy, can we throw a sleepover party tonight down here? We can get the sleeping bags, and do our makeup and nails, eat candy and–”
“Okay, okay, calm down. Kayla still needs to get permission from her parents.”
“Can you ask them, Mom?” Claire begged. “It’ll be way better, coming from you. Please?” Kayla quickly nodded.
Just like that, I was on the phone a few minutes later with Kayla’s mother. “Hi, Laurel… how are you?”
I listened, then got to the point. “That’s great to hear. We’re all well, too. Listen, the girls are looking to have a little slumber party for two, and we were wondering if it was all right with you if Kayla spent the night. I can have her back tomorrow after lunch… Oh, yes, you and I need to get together, too.”
The girls started cheering and jumping up and down. I left the room, cordless phone in hand, to continue our chat. “Just promise me you’ll take Claire off my hands for a night or two in the coming months,” I told Laurel, only half kidding. “How’s Charlie?”
***
I went a little overboard when prepping for the slumber party. My conscience nagged me about how wrong it all was, but my pussy was wet from thinking about the possibilities, what might happen between me and the girls. I hit the supermarket for a variety of snacks, then found myself scheduling a last minute bikini wax.
After an evening of pizza, snacks, dancing, gossip, and horseplay, the girls began to wind down with a movie. Before then I was in and out, bringing them drinks and popcorn and making sure the rest of my family was fed and off to their own rooms for the evening.
I put on some of my sexiest underwear, then descended the stairs in my silk robe at around 10 PM.
“How are things going, ladies?” I asked.
“Fine,” they responded in unison. They were seated on the floor, leaning back against the plush sofa.
“Hey, Mom, come hang with us!” said Claire. “We’re watching a scary movie.”
I sat on the floor between both girls, wrapping my arms around them. They snuggled into me, and I began to gently fondle them through the thin t-shirts they wore. Kayla had small but firm breasts, while Claire’s weren’t much more than swollen nipples. My clitoris throbbed; my heart raced.
After a few minutes, I withdrew my arms, then placed a hand on each girl’s thigh. I stroked them for a bit, then my fingers found their way in between to lightly touch the fronts of their panties. Claire clamped her legs together tightly, gripping my hand, while Kayla opened her legs wider to welcome my caresses.
We talked about the movie while we watched it as if nothing were happening. I could feel the girls’ panties dampening, felt them shiver as I traced their slits.
After a while, I sat up, taking back my hands. “I’m going to go check on the boys,” I told them, rising to my feet.
“No, Mom,” Claire protested.
“I’ll be back,” I said as I exited the room. “I just want to make sure that we won’t be interrupted.”
Sure enough, both my sons were sound asleep, and my husband had passed out with an open book on his chest. I turned all of the lights off in the living room and kitchen and made sure the doors were locked, then made my way back to the family room. Thankfully, the girls were right where I’d left them.
“I’m back… so how’s the movie?” Neither of them answered, but Kayla shrugged. “You girls okay?”
“Yeah,” Claire replied. “We were just waiting for you.”
“Good.” I let my robe fall open, giving the girls a good view of my matching black lace bra and panties. Their eyes followed me as I sat back down in between them.
“Mommy, can I get in your lap?” Claire asked me shyly. It was odd of her to be this quiet.
“First, I’d like to see you and Kayla kiss.”
They came together. It was a beautiful sight, my eleven-year-old daughter’s mouth touching the full lips of her darling, luscious friend. Their tongues danced and plunged deep into each other’s mouths as if they’d done this many, many times before.
Needing to do more than watch, I leaned in to join the kiss, tasting the sweetness of their tongues. We swapped kisses for a long while, our passion steadily rising.
Finally, I pulled back and they both grinned at me eagerly, ready for whatever came next. “Claire, honey,” I began, ”could you take Kayla’s shirt off?”
My daughter turned to her friend. “That’s okay, right?” I asked her. Kayla nodded.
Beneath her shirt, Kayla wore a baby blue bra that outlined the girl’s puffy nipples.
“Kayla, would you take off Claire’s tank top?” Kayla leaned in, but my impatient daughter quickly took the top off herself and cast it aside, revealing her bare chest and budding mounds. The sight made my mouth water, even though I’d seen Clare naked many times.
I patted my thighs. “Now, Kayla, come sit on my lap.”
“Mo-om!” Claire protested. “That’s not fair! I asked first.”
“It’s okay, let Claire go ahead,” Kayla said.
I gave my daughter a stern look. “Sweetheart, you have to learn how to take turns. Now, Kayla is our guest, so we should be polite and let her go first. All right?”
Looking somewhat abashed, Claire slowly nodded. “All right, Mom.”
I turned to her friend. “Kayla, come sit on my lap, honey, facing me,” I leaned back against the couch and laid my legs out flat to allow her to straddle me, then turned to my daughter.
“Come here, Claire,” I called out to my naughty girl, giving her a loving look. She quickly drew close. “Kiss me, baby,” I whispered to her and she crushed her lips to mine. Our tongues met and mingled, then I broke away. “Now, kiss Kayla.” Claire leaned over and gave her friend a long kiss.
While they kissed, I reached down toward Kayla’s shorts and pressed my fingers against the front, feeling her pussy through the fabric, which was already damp. I traced the outline of her warm hole.
“Claire, take off Kayla’s bra,” I told her. Both girls giggled, then my daughter quickly crawled behind Kayla, unhooked her bra, and pulled the straps down her arms.
Kayla’s small breasts drove me crazy with desire. They were like those of a young teen – an unusual sight on such a thin girl.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I told Kayla, stroking her face. She smiled bashfully, glancing down at my chest.
“Whoa, your boobies are big!” Claire told Kayla, making her laugh and cover them with her hands.
“What do you want to do to Kayla?” I asked Claire as I continued to tease Kayla’s clitoris with my thumb.
“Uhm, I want to kiss her boobs,” she responded eagerly.
We both looked at Kayla until she slowly lowered her hands, exposing her puffy nipples, which were ringed by dark areolas. Moving in immediately, Claire began to suck on Kayla’s left breast. The sweet black girl’s lips parted, a moan escaping as she began to stroke my daughter’s soft, long hair.
I moved in myself, cupping her right breast, then feeding the nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it sharply, and heard a gasp escape Kayla’s mouth. I continued to touch between her legs, making sure she was still wet.
“You’re so lucky,” Claire told Kayla, as she looked up from her friend’s breasts, “I want big boobs, too.”
“Come sit on my lap, darling, and let’s see yours,” I told Claire, holding my arms out. She sat with her back to me and I snuggled her into my chest, trailing kisses down her neck. I caressed those firm little breasts, giving their tips a playful pinch.
“Do you want Kayla to suck your nipples?” I asked Claire, and she nodded.
“Cool!” Kayla exclaimed, and she leaned in to lick Claire’s small buds in turn. She cupped them, one in each hand, then took a stiff nipple between her lips.
“Take your panties off, baby… show Kayla your pussy,” I whispered in Claire’s ear as I slid her shorts down. Lifting her butt, she took hold of the waistband, pushing it over her hips, my daughter and me working together to strip her naked.
My heart was throbbing with anticipation. I’d already had my beautiful little girl… now, she was going to share her lover with me. Life was good.
Present Day
“Mom, when are the boys supposed to be here?” twenty-one-year-old Claire asked me as I began to take the food out for dinner. It was winter break, Claire’s first night back from her senior year of college. It was still early in the morning, and she was in her pajamas. I wondered if she had anything on underneath.
“Good morning, honey,” I responded. “Brandon and his girlfriend will be here around noon. Trevor won’t be in until the evening.”
“When’s Dad getting back?”
“He’ll be back around noon as well.”
“So, um, we have a few hours to ourselves, then…?”
“I suppose we do.” I smiled at her calmly, but in fact I‘d been anxious for my daughter to awaken and put in an appearance. If she hadn’t come down, I’d planned to go up to her room once my work was done in the kitchen. “Go upstairs without me, honey. I’ll be up soon.”
Five minutes later, I entered her room and locked the door behind me.
“You know the rules, Mom,” Claire said to me as I turned around. When she was fourteen, she came up with a rule that if I was to be in her room with the door locked, I had to be completely undressed.
“Yes, yes,” I said, removing my sweater, my pants, and then my bra. I hadn’t bothered with panties.
“Bend over the bed and spread your legs open,” she commanded, busy rustling through her luggage.
I positioned myself the way Claire wanted, my ass sticking up in the air. God, I loved to have her dominate me.
“I got you something,” she murmured, making her way over to where I stood. She ran her hands over my ass, then slapped my pussy a few times, making my clit twitch.
Feeling a cool, lubed metal object prodding my asshole, I forced my anus to relax, allowing her to fully penetrate me.
Once Claire had fully inserted the butt plug, she clutched my hips with both hands – then I felt her tongue trailing along the cleft of my slit. Seconds later, she was eagerly sucking on my hot cunt.
“Mmmm, you taste so fucking good,” she growled into my tingling labia, then she roughly shoved me onto the bed. That was when I realized that the butt plug had a long white furry tail attached. For some reason, that turned me on in a big way, as if it was Claire’s way of making me her pet.
“Get on all fours, kitty,” she said, slapping my ass. Hopping into bed and leaning against the headboard, my daughter spread her legs open before me. She was completely naked with her long, dirty blonde hair spilling over her full breasts.
“Lick me, kitty,” she whispered, tapping on her pussy a few times, spreading herself even wider.
I immediately drew forward, buried my mouth in Claire’s wet, pink flesh, and began to devour her beautiful cunt.
“I said lick, kitty… not suck!” she protested, but I kept sucking at her juicy hole. She gave my head a little smack. “Stop it! Bad kitty!”
Gripping her hips tightly, I just pressed my mouth into her even harder, drinking from my daughter like I was dying of thirst.
“You’re such a dirty slut, Mommy,” she called out between moans. “Can’t even follow instructions. So horny and d-desperate to eat your little girl’s pussy, aren’t you?”
Instead of a reply, I shoved two fingers in Claire’s wet hole, pumping them in and out of her as I nursed at her swollen clit.
“Fuck, Mom,” she squealed. “Oh, my God!” She began to tremble beneath me. I only fucked her harder, getting a little rougher with each stroke. Her shaking got more intense, and I knew that she was about to come.
“That’s it, baby, come for Momma!” I gasped, detaching myself from her clit for a split second, then going right back in.
“Oh, Mommy, oh, Mommy!” she cried, squeezing my head. Claire exploded in my face, her warm fluids flowing into my mouth and down my chin. Pulling away, I used my fingers to get the last few squirts of my daughter’s nectar, my other hand still working her clit. The juices trickled down my chest and to my breasts.
Claire lay still and caught her breath for a minute, panting heavily against her pillow. Finally, she raised her head, giving me a look that had my heart galloping. My daughter was about to punish me, and it was going to be incredible.
“You’re really gonna get it now, you naughty kitty,” she said, getting up from the bed and padding into her closet. My pussy was dripping, eager for whatever was coming next. I loved having sex with Claire… she was always full of surprises.
She walked out of the closet with a hot pink strap-on harnessed to her hips.
“Get over here, kitty. You’re about to get fucked,” she told me, seizing my ankles, then pushing my legs up and back until they were pressed against my breasts. I said nothing, impatient for her to take me.
Claire made me come at least twice with that rubber dick, pumping it in and out until my body seemed to be pulsing with electricity.
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, YES!” I screamed. Claire turned me around and fucked me from behind as she pulled on that tail dangling from my ass. Then she came around and shoved her cock in my mouth, making me clean my juices off of it before throwing me on my back and fucking me all over again.
“I love you, Mom,” Claire said to me once we were done, lying in each other’s arms.
“I love you, darling,” I told her, guiding her face to my chest. She sucked on my breasts, the way she’d always loved to, while I tenderly stroked her pussy.
Finally, Claire rested her head on my shoulder. “Who was the last woman you fucked?” she asked.
“Hmm,” I thought in my head. My husband and I were both very active swingers in the community. There was a large sex network behind the scenes that no one spoke about – out loud, anyway.
“It was this new school teacher in town named Ms. Daniels. Actually, she’s been here a couple of years now, but I don’t think you know her.”
“No, I don’t. Does Dad know?”
“Oh, he was there. He enjoyed her too,” I smirked, stroking my daughter’s soft hair.
“I sometimes forget what total freaks my parents are,” she said with a laugh.
“Runs in the family,” I said, then glanced at the clock. “I need to get started on dinner now. Um, hon… can you help me take this tail off?”
Claire burst into a fit of laughter.
The End