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Authors name: Filthy Fiction (filthyfiction@hotmail.com)
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)

***

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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