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Mom's Hot - Part 2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
[MOM'S HOTS: chapter 1, part 2]
So that had been her little encounter with her daughter. Nothing had
happened after that, and Lisa had not thought about it in the interim.
But having been practically raped in her own living room by Tonya's
new boyfriend, she remembered it all now, and her pussy oozed with
satisfaction.
"Lisa Poole," she said aloud, "you are going to march right in there
and have sex with your daughter and that boy. And you are going to
do it right now!"
Obeying her own orders, Lisa boldly strided straight to Tonya's door,
listening. Helpless laughter came from within. Beating time with her
forefinger, nodding the count with her head and rolling her eyes, she
pronounced, under held breath: "One, two, three ..."
She opened the door.
"OHHH!" she gasped.
"UUUMPH!" was the muffled reply she got.
Tonya, stark naked, was spreadeagled on the bed, her wrists tied to
the bedpost with pantyhose. Her head dangled over the edge, with a
wad of black linen stuffed in her mouth. Scuzzy stood over her with a
bottle of vegetable oil.
"What are you DOING?" cried Lisa in alarm. She ran to her daughter's
assistance, pulling the wad of linen from her mouth. She recognized
it as her own "Shimmy Sheer Girl" panties (with g-string) that
she'd just bought for herself which, as she now remembered, had been
in the dirty laundry hamper!
"My panties!" she exclaimed. "What ARE you doing!"
"Oh MOM, don't be so UNCOOL!" Under her breath she added hastily, "I'm
having a R-E-A-L-L-Y good time!!! I'll tell you all
about it, only not now, OK, mom??" She grinned toothily, then
collapsed into an ecstatic trance, with eyes closed. She seemed
to have disappeared. Lisa noticed that her daughter's nipples were
very, very erect. Her breasts shone with oil.
"Ton?" asked Lisa. But Ton just shook her head briskly, not even opening
her eyes. The gesture meant "Go away."
"Hey, lady, you planning on joining us?" said Scuzzy impatiently.
"I'm doing your daughter first, if that's OK with you?" His gloating stare
made Lisa feel naked and ashamed.
"Uhh, suuure," she gasped, completely confused. She felt like
a complete fool, and on top of that she suddenly wanted to pee.
Her bladder seemd to be filling up on the spot, pressing hard
against her kidneys. She quickly kissed her daughter on the lips,
and, to her surprise, was kissed back with much slower-paced
and sucking openness. Pulling back, she noticed that Tonya's cunt seemed
to be completely wide open. She thought she could see it pulsating.
Still staring at Lisa, Scuzzy grabbed his crotch and rubbed it. His
mouth formed a word that Lisa couldn't make out. Was he making
fun of her? The need to pee came back, stronger than before. It
was time to go -- but the need to hug Scuzzy again was even stronger.
"Will you both forgive me?" she asked politely. She edged towards
Scuzz with questioning arms, partly opened in anticipation of the
thrill of another dizzying embrace. But she was already dazed by the
need to piss. "Please," she thought, "just one hug, because I've GOT to go!"
Scuzz completely ignored her advance. Instead he turned his
back on her, made an obscene sound, and almost carelessly snapped
his fingers over one of Tonya's very erect nipples. He looked
back at Lisa and grinned. The snapping sound sounded almost painful
to Lisa's ears. But Tonya gasped in loud, naked pleasure.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH!" Her thighs seemed to shiver, and her feet seemed to twitch.
Then her feet relaxed, her thighs shivered again, and her neck became
as taut as an oiled drumskin as she bent her head back a few
extra degrees. She panted almost in echo of her body shudder,
then she relaxed again. She was "idling," waiting for
the next gift.
Lisa was both fascinated and horrified, and the piss became more urgent.
Her daughter seemed to be COMPLETELY naked. She was
COMPLETELY helpless. How well did she know Scuzzy anyway? Hadn't they just
met?
"The door's that way, lady," said Scuzzy, studying Tonya's vulva.
His tone was completely flat, as though he were a mechanic
working on her car. He might have been saying "your car won't be
ready till Monday." He even seemed slightly bored.
Not that it mattered much now. Lisa could concentrate on nothing
but the burning need to go to the bathroom. Already her white cotton shorts
were sopping in a yellow stain. They clung to the bare, large
lips of her vulva. Forgetting the hug and everything else, she thrust
her hand between her thighs and ran!
"OOOOOO!" she grimaced, fighting back the piss with all her might
while clumsily running through the house, barely preventing
herself from tripping!
From behind she heard the door slam. What WAS going on? It didn't matter.
Grabbing at the bathroom door with one hand she yanked at her shorts
with the other, and they dropped to her feet. A few drops of pee trickled
down her tan thighs, slowed by indentations of tan cellulite. She
desperately clenched her thighs against the swiftly encroaching
disaster.
"OOOOO!!" she groaned -- "thank GOD I'm not wearing anything under my
shorts!!" Stars flashed before her eyes. She was about to explode!
Her shorts were tangled at the knee, thanks to her desperate thigh
clenches. It was impossible to straighten them out now, and she
tripped over herself, falling in a tumbled heap on the tile
bathroom floor. Steamy bursts of piss discharged themselves,
no longer caring about the mores of toilet training. In one loud moan
of deep, thrilling, satisfaction, Lisa opened her bladder and went
wee-wee all over the bathroom floor.
And all over herself! Lisa could do no more than to roll on her back
like a puppy dog and feel the force of her pee-pee, thundering like a
jet stream. No use getting onto the toilet now!
Who cared, anyway? Heaving huge sighs of relief, she drew her thighs
up to her shoulders, amazed at the intense vigor of the jet. What amazed
her even more was the excitement she felt! She felt GOOD!
She felt as good now as when, years ago ... with Dad ...
Instinctively, a hand took position over her proud clitoris, working
it deliciously to the thundering thrill of fantastic pissing. It was
like "making" with Daddy, sitting on his lap at the toilet. He had
let her hold his stiff cock, and she remembered rubbing
it into her vulva as she pissed. Her fingers now became Dad's cock,
rubbing against her naked vulva. Lisa orgasmed.
On a sudden impulse, she slid a finger into her anus and wiggled it.
She had never done that to herself! But now she felt her
sphincters ripple with the slow waves of orgasm and she
moaned with deep appreciation. Her asshole seemed to be kissing
her finger. Her asshole seemed to become Dad's mouth! She orgasmed
again, effortlessly.
"Daddy!" she whimpered. "I love you!" Her ass continued to suck
at her finger with intense love, to which she responded by
slowly grinding her large buttocks against it. She orgasmed again.
The stream of piss first turned creamy white, then subsided. Lisa was
absolutely exhausted. She was falling asleep, her finger still deeply
buried up her asshole. Like a baby sucking its thumb. Almost unthinkingly,
she drew her thumb into her mouth.
Footsteps! Suddenly the whole humiliating image of what had just
happened hit home with full force.
"Oh my GOD!" It was Scuzz, carrying Tonya over his shoulder!
"Mom, what ARE you doing?"
Scuzzy grunted.
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