The Daughter Seducer Ch. 06

After seeing her banging her youngest daughter, Melanie Danes was sure her eldest would raise it when she came down for breakfast. This was naïve, she reflected, as she put away the dishes, Hazel only managed to get up before twelve one day in three and that was before she’d been up in the early hours spying on her Mom and sister fucking.

However, it did no harm that Ashley, (very) temporarily sated after a night of what she thought was secret sex with her Mom, was much back to her normal self and planning a day’s trip to the library, leaving Hazel and Melanie alone when the elder teen eventually pulled herself from her bed.

It was just after midday when Hazel appeared in the kitchen where her Mom was reading a magazine. “Morning” said the teen as she walked over to the coffee percolator.

Pointedly looking at the clock, Melanie replied, “Afternoon,” before immediately softening her tone to say, “Sleep well.”

“Very,” her daughter grinned widely and poured herself some coffee, “What about you?” this time it was her who had the pointed tone.

“Do you want to talk, about what you saw last night?” Melanie said, now was whether she’d find out whether her plan had worked, though she was much more sure it had than she’d been with Ashley, whether that was because Hazel was much more sexually open than her sister had been or the earlier success had bolstered her confidence.

The teen sat down opposite her Mom, “About you having sex with Ashley?”

“Yes that,” her Mom said, relieved about how casual her eldest sounded about what was one of society’s greatest taboos.

“How long’s it being going on?” Hazel sipped at the coffee.

“A few months, it just was one of those things that happened,” her Mom replied not wanting to go into all the preparation and planning which had gone into it ‘just happening’. “We tried to resist but it was impossible.”

Hazel shrugged, “I’m kinda surprised Ashley likes sex; I always thought she was destined to be an old maid.”

“She’s certainly not that,” Melanie said, “We thought it best to keep it quiet.”

“It wasn’t quiet last night,” Hazel grinned in a way that suggested she wasn’t at all freaked out about it, “I thought you were going to send the bed through the floor. Was Ashley gagged? I thought I saw it, but I was trying to peep round door and not be seen, guess I failed at that, so couldn’t really see.”

“Your door was open,” her Mom said, “That’s how I knew. I suggested Ashley wear a ball-gag because she’s a screamer.”

“Me too,” grinned Hazel, “It must be a sisters’ thing.”

“You’re okay with it?” Melanie tried to make sure she sounded concerned rather than triumphant.

“Yes, though I’d be lying if I wasn’t jealous of Ashley.”

“Jealous?” this was going as well as Melanie had hoped.

“Of having sex with you. Since I got back from college I’ve started to notice you’re more than a Mom, you’re a Milf.”

“A Milf…”

“A Mom I like to…”

“Don’t worry Hazel, I know what a Milf is, I just hadn’t thought I was one,” Melanie lied.

“Ashley does,” replied Hazel.

“You do too?”

“Yes,” said Hazel, nodding.

It was time to see if her plan had worked as well as it looked like it had. She slipped her hand across to the table to rest on her daughter’s, stroking it gently in a non-familial way, “I don’t like to pay favourites between my daughters, if you would like us to… get intimate.”

Hazel’s eyes opened wide in shock and for a second or two Melanie thought she might have blown it before her daughter nodded, “God, yes, but what about Ashley?”

“Let’s not tell her at first I’m fucking you as well,” Melanie said, “We’ll book a hotel, I’ll say I’m away on a work trip and you tell Ashley you’re visiting college friends for the night.”

“When?” Hazel grinned in excitement.

“Next week, let me make the arrangements,” Melanie replied.

*

“Melanie Danes, I’ve a room booked,” Melanie stood at the desk of one of the city’s premier hotels as the receptionist typed in her details.

“And a dinner for two?” she looked up and as Melanie nodded typed in a few more details, before asking, “Do you want help with any luggage?”

“I’m fine thanks, I’ve only got this hold-all, it’s only a one-night stay,” Melanie replied, before listening to the directions to her room, taking the key and heading to her room. As planned she had told Ashley she had a work do overnight; with colleagues, so there was no way the teen could sneak along as well, and Hazel had then announced that she was going to be out that night as well as she was visiting friends, so Ashley could have her secret girlfriend over — Ashley had gone red and muttered something.

In her room Melanie glanced at her watch; she had plenty of time to get ready before she’d arranged to meet Hazel in the hotel bar. The teen actually did have a friend in the city who she was going to see and change there, telling her Mom it would be a surprise — that seemed to be setting the bar high so Melanie had spent a lot longer than she should on choosing a dress, before finally deciding that a trip to the Mall might provide inspiration and indeed a new, tightly figure hugging, pinkish red dress, which left plenty of bosom bare and accentuated the rest of her nicely. She laid it out before she went in the shower and afterwards applied her cosmetics and styled her hair before slipping into stockings and tiny panties, not bothering with a bra.

She was a couple of minutes behind in leaving the room and a couple more waiting for the lift and as she entered the bar she could see her daughter sitting on a stool behind small table, two martinis on it, looking nervously at her watch as if she was worried being five minutes late meant she was being stood up. Melanie smiled at that, normally it was Melanie who was the one cooling her heels whenever they were meeting; their date must be the first time Hazel was punctual and this time it was Melanie who was running late. She walked in and her daughter saw her, a smile of relief lighting up her face as she got off the stool and stood to greet her.

“You look stunning,” the teen trilled as her Mom approached, holding out her arms for a greeting hug.

“You too,” said Melanie looking her daughter up and down. She’d piled her hair on top of her head, going to town with the make-up which made her both look like she was more mature than her nineteen years and also as sexy as her Mom had ever seen her; the dress was a black sleeveless one, almost as short as her Mom’s and whilst it wasn’t as low cut it still clung to the teen like she was wrapped in it.

“I ordered us a couple of martinis, I hope that’s okay, do you drink them? It seems type of thing we should have in a place like this,” Hazel said after they’d hugged and sat down at the table again.

“A martini is fine, but just this one, for the rest of the night I’m paying for our date,” Melanie said.

Her daughter smiled, “Given how expensive this round was, that’s generous.”

“Oh, I’ll be getting my reward later,” Melanie replied with a grin and her daughter tittered.

As they had plenty of time until their dinner reservation Melanie ordered some more drinks, deliberately suggesting that her daughter have the most expensive of the cocktails on the menu, after all if you can’t spoil your eldest daughter when you’re planning to fuck her into the small hours, when can you? Afterwards they went through to the restaurant, holding hands and to all the world looking like a couple on a date, albeit one with larger than normal age difference. The meal was delicious and the conversation lively, no philosophical tracts or explanation of where a particular meal originated from or the chemistry of cooking — God, she loved Ashley, but at times the teen could be too bright. Hazel on the other hand was just sex personified, making it clear that the drinks and meal were only an interlude until they got to the real important business of the night. The meal finished and some coffee had, Melanie asked, “Do you want another drink at the bar or…?”

“…or do I want to go to your hotel room and see what Ashley’s been having?” the teen finished her Mom’s sentence before giving her the answer albeit not as Melanie would have phrased it, “I want the second.”

“Let’s go then,” Melanie picked up her purse with one hand whilst offering the other to her daughter, who took it and allowed her Mom to lead her to the elevator and up to the room she’d booked.

“It’s pretty plush,” she said as they entered onto the corridor, “You must have splurged out.”

“I thought it was worth a little luxury, given that it’s our first time,” her Mom smiled and stopped at the door of the room. She dropped her daughter’s hand as she fished in her purse for the key, taking it out she looked at the teen, “Are you sure you want to do this? You can still back off and we’ll never talk about it again.” She was sure that Hazel wouldn’t be having second thoughts, if she had her Mom wouldn’t have asked her but instead made to allay them, she wasn’t disappointed.

“I want it, I wanted it since before I saw you and Ashley, I want to be your lover as well as your daughter,” Hazel said, looking her Mom in the eye.

“I want it as well,” her Mom said and then to make sure there was no understanding she wrapped her arms round the teen’s waist dragging her forward into a kiss.

Hazel took a second to reciprocate, but when she did she was all eagerness, her mouth opening for her Mom and her tongue teasing forwards, slithering and sliding over her Mom’s. Her hands moved onto her Mom’s butt, massaging it and pulling the dress upwards so she could get underneath, her fingers pressing into the naked flesh of the buttocks as she inched under the cotton panties. Melanie did the same, hoisting the dress upwards, only to find that her daughter hadn’t bothered with underwear — while normally that would be a matter for concern, tonight it was an invitation and Melanie’s hand squeezed at the naked globes, pushing them together and pulling them apart as if they were a rubber stress band.

“I think we both want it,” Melanie broke the kiss and opened the door, leading her daughter into the room.