Literotic asexstories – The Daughter Seducer Ch. 05 by LL72,LL72
“Mnnnn,” her daughter moaned, “Do I have too? I’m so comfy being here.”
It wasn’t like Ashley, who normally almost bounded out of bed on school days. Her Mom paused for a second and then reached round to squeeze a boob, sure that would wake up her daughter, “You’ll be late.”
“Don’t care,” moaned her daughter, “I want to stay in bed with you.” As she spoke she rolled over onto her back, the bedding falling away so that she was fully exposed to her Mom’s lascivious gaze, made more lustful as the teen opened her legs so that her shaven slit was on display. “It’s the last time.”
So that was it, her Mom thought, not that it was a surprise to her, Ashley would have to be very ill indeed — knocking at death’s door — to miss a day’s schooling unless there was a good reason. Melanie leaned over again and gave her daughter a tender, but still sexual kiss, on the lips as her hand reached down and stroked at her midriff just above the sweet pussy, “It’s only for a month, while Hazel is home from college.”
“It feels like forever,” said Ashley disconsolately.
When you’re eighteen four weeks feels like an eternity, Melanie remembered from her own youth, when you’re in your forties it feel like twenty-eight days. Still pointing that out was no use, Ashley was smart enough to realise how times flies. She gave the teen another kiss, slow and tender, her lips firmly attached to her daughter’s “We’ll still have sex, it’s just we need to be more careful.”
“But we won’t be waking up together, that’s the best start to the day,” Ashley said, “This is our last morning for ages.”
“Why don’t we make the most of it and take a sick day?” Melanie grinned. Whilst four weeks was manageable she certainly wasn’t averse to making the most of the morning with her hot and sexy daughter.
“A sick day?” Ashley frowned, “I’m not sure, isn’t that wrong?”
“You tell me,” said Melanie. She pushed her mouth against her daughter’s again, this time opening it and slipping her tongue out, rubbing at the teen’s lips and encouraging them apart. She moved over the teen, straddling her, her shaven pussy rubbing at her daughter’s naked stomach, slipping up and down as she moved. One of her hands took Ashley’s breast and she squeezed it, kneading the plump flesh and flicking over the nipple, to tease and tantalise it with the thumb’s tip. After a few moments she lifted her head to allow Ashley space to speak, “So what do you think?”
“I guess one day won’t hurt,” Ashley smiled, “As long as it’s not a habit. I’ll be back in on Monday.”
“Of course, I don’t want you to become a teenage reprobate who’s always truanting,” grinned Melanie, knowing that the risk of that was smaller than an asteroid plummeting into their house tomorrow.
Her daughter’s mouth was open to receive her, their tongues twisting and intertwining as they made out on the bed, Ashley continue to slide sensually up and down the teen’s stomach, rubbing the naked flesh with her cunt, as it rapidly began to dampen. Ashley’s tongue began to move faster against hers, the teen waking up eagerly and full of energy. Melanie squeezed the teenage tit harder, before laying her hands on the bed either side of her daughter as she lowered her own chest so that she was tit to tit with the teenager, her own adequately sized bosoms pressing and melding into her daughter’s delightfully big ones. They continued kissing passionately, rolling and rubbing together, Ashley reaching round to grip her Mom’s butt and cradle it in her hands, gently encouraging her Mom to continue up and down, adding to the frisson in the older woman’s twat.
Slowly Melanie worked herself up to the teenager’s body, rolling her pussy over her stomach, feeling the teen’s excitement as she kissed harder. Up further, until she was no longer flexible enough to keep on kissing her daughter and broke her mouth away. The teen moaned in anticipation, “Give me that cunt,” she groaned. Her Mom did so, slipping herself even higher, bouncing over the tits and getting on her haunches over her daughter’s face, “I want some breakfast,” giggled Ashley, her hands gripping at her Mom’s thighs as the Milf lowered herself down onto the open mouth.
As soon as it hit it, Ashley tongue was out and pressing at her Mom’s slit, licking eagerly as she tried to force the lips apart to get into the pink, moist meat. Melanie wiggled, easing herself down, making it easier for her daughter. In the last couple of months Ashley had moved from inexperienced virgin to high-class cunt licker, certainly one of the best that had ever tongued Melanie’s twat and the teen was soon showing all her tricks, driving herself into in her Mom’s tunnel and lapping up the juice almost as quick as she was creating it. Melanie gasped from the first wave of pleasure to hit her, vibrating on top of her daughter, her eyes fluttering. She wiggled and ground some more, trying to open her legs so that her pussy would be spread wider for her daughter’s (and her own) enjoyment. Ashley reacted with gusto, her tongue probing further and faster at her Mom’s twat, racing down the tunnel to find the hidden spots to taste and tempt.
“Mmnnn, better than going to school?” she asked.
Her daughter (perhaps luckily for Melanie’s ego) didn’t answer, but continued to lick away at the older woman. Melanie shuddered in pleasure, throwing her head back and uttering a groan. Her nipples were already hardening, but they became stiffer as she reached up to play with herself, rolling the little nubs between her finger and thumb, until they were like iron and sending little waves through her — not that it could compete with the pleasure that her daughter was giving her, but it was a nice addition. “Yes, baby, eat Mom out.”
Her daughter did so enthusiastically.
Glancing at the phone on the night desk beside her Melanie had a wicked thought. She was happy with the risk, though she knew her still quiet conservative daughter would be aghast if she rang the school whilst the teen was still eating her, but equally Ashley wasn’t in a position where she could complain and was so deep into her Mom’s cunt was incapable of stopping. A little tease of the little tease would be fun, grinned Melanie, and relationship’s need fun. She reached for the phone, “I better ring school and tell them you’re sick today.”
“Now!?” her daughter stopped licking long enough to gasp in horror.
“No time like the present,” Melanie grinned, grinding and pushing her cunt at her daughter’s face, pushing her head back into the bedding and giving the teen no choice but to either sit in muffled silence or lap the soaking hole pushing at her mouth, it was no surprise she chose the latter and her tongue drove forward into Melanie even as the Milf was pressing the autodial to the school.
She quickly put the phone on speaker and placed it back on the bedside table, as she leaned forward to grip the bedrail, shivering in excitement at her naughty extrovertism.
“Fairview High, Mrs Pettigrew speaking,” it only took a few rings for the school secretary to answer.
“It’s Melanie Danes here, Ashley’s Mom,” as soon as she finished speaking she had to bite her lip to stop a moan escaping as her daughter’s tongue thrust and wiggled against a particularly sensitive spot.
“How can I help Mrs Danes?” the woman obviously didn’t realise that Melanie had been divorced and never used the Mrs; but then she had never rung in about Ashley before so the woman probably hadn’t put two and two together and realised it was the same person who’d be ringing in on at least a monthly basis to explain that her elder daughter wouldn’t be in school as she had a headache (despite claims that it was menstrually induced, Melanie suspected they were often more alcohol related).
Normally Melanie would have corrected her, but she wanted to keep the conversation as short as possible in case she let out an orgasmic cry half way through it, “Ashley’s not feeling right, she won’t be in today.”
“Oh dear, what seems to be the matter with her?” the woman at the other end of the line seemed to want to prolong the conversation.
Melanie thought quickly, “She’s hot,” she said mischievously.
“With a fever?” the woman said.
“Oh yes, she’s very damp as well,” Melanie had to resist the urge not to giggle, an urge not stifled by the speeding up of her daughter’s tongue as if the teen was turned on by the conversation.
“Well you keep her in bed,” the secretary said, oblivious to the fact that was Melanie’s current intention.
“I will, oooohhh,” she gasped as the teen’s tongue hit at an erogenous zone.
“Pardon?”
“Um, I think I may be sickening as well, just had a powerful wave hit me, I almost fainted,” Melanie replied grinding her cunt.
“Perhaps you should be in bed as well,” said the secretary helpfully.
“I think that’s for the best, bye,” she added quickly in case the conversation was continued and reached over to switch off the phone before the other woman could come back. Her cunt brushed at her daughter’s face as she pushed herself down, smothering the younger brunette in pussy, “You’re feverish baby, lick Mom’s cunt and that’ll be the best medicine for us both.”
“MMmnnn yes,” there was a muffled grunt of agreement from below, before Ashley resumed her licking and it soon became obvious that she’d been holding back while her Mom was on the phone.
“Fuck, God, yes, fuck,” gasped the Milf as the teen’s tongued her twat with an eager expertise. She gripped the bedrail and wiggled and jiggled on Ashley’s face, pushing her cunt down hard at her daughter’s mouth, shuddering and shaking in ecstasy as Ashley went faster and harder, leaving her Mom’s pussy wetter than she could ever remember. The teen was like a machine, except softer, as she gobbled and lapped enthusiastically, her tongue speeding like it was a nuclear powered piston. Pleasured surged through Melanie in a flood and she threw her head backwards, her spine bending with it like it was elastic (the benefits of Yoga, she briefly thought), “Fuck, arrrghhhh, yesss, yeesss, don’t stop baby, carry on eating me, yessss, make me your breakfast.”
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