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Subject: {ASSM} Kimi's New Boyfriend - Part 3
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The following story describes GRAPHIC SEXUAL situations what are
INTENDED TO BE READ BY ADULTS ONLY.
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KIMI'S NEW BOYFRIEND
Part Three
It's been a slow Friday for Grayson and Price. Janice and her
assistance Beverly were straighten up the office until an unexpected
visitor paid them a visit. Janice's phone rang. She walked over to push a
button.
"Janice speaking," said Janice. It was Emily, Janice's secretary, on
the other end.
"Janice, someone is here to see you," said Emily.
"Well send them in," Janice said. Emily showed the visitor into
Janice's office. The visitor was dress rather conservatively with her
sandy blonde hair tied in a bun. Janice turned to face the newcomer with a
warm smile.
"Hello there. Come on in. Hi, I'm Janice Price, and this is my
assistant, Beverly Keller," said Janice as she extent a hand out in
fellowship. Beverly did the same.
"I'm Gwendolyn McBee," said the woman.
"Well, it's nice to meet you. Your name sounds so familiar. Have we
met?" asked Janice.
"No, but you may have met my son, Jason," Gwendolyn spoke firmly. Her
mannerisms were rather stiff and cold. Janice had to think for a moment.
"Oh, yes. I know Jason. Actually, I haven't met him, but my daughter
has told me so much about him. It sounds like you have a very nice son,
and I can't wait to meet him. Well, isn't this terrific. It's nice of you
to come see us. So is there anything can we do for you?"
"Actually there is," said Gwendolyn. "Please see to it that you
daughter stays away from my son."
"I don't understand," questioned Janice.
"I'm sorry this has to happen at such an awkward time especially in
front of your assistance."
"Anything you can say in front of me you can say in front of her,"
declare Janice.
"Maybe I should leave," said Beverly.
"You are fine where you are," said Janice. "And why can't my daughter
see your son?" Janice asked Gwendolyn.
"You know the reason why," said Gwendolyn. "It's her sexual behavior
that I do not approve of." Janice was taken back. She paused for a second
to recompose herself. "We don't need to discuss this further. Just keep
you daughter away from Jason."
"Now, hold on. Let's talk about this."
"There is nothing more I have to say. I've made myself very clear."
"Here." Janice handed Gwendolyn a business card. "Give me a call some
time this afternoon, and we can discuss this later. May I have your phone
number?"
"If you really want it you can get it from your daughter. Good bye,"
and Gwendolyn showed herself out leaving Janice still holding her business
card.
"Well," remarked Janice. Rather pissed, she crossed her arms. Beverly
spoke.
"Sorry. At least something happened today."
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Annie and Amanda were on their way to Annie's parents for the weekend
from the moment Annie picked up Amanda from school. It was almost a
two-hour drive to the farm where Annie grew up. This gave mother and
daughter some time to talk.
"Remember, Amanda. Not a word about any of this to your father. At
lease not yet," instructed Annie. She had to hide the facts of her recent
sexual affairs from her husband fearing of his disapproval.
"Ok, Mom," obeyed Amanda.
"I really wouldn't know how your dad would feel about it. I may have to
figure out a way to tell him if he does find out," said Annie. "Maybe it
won't be so bad after Miss. Price and I slept with him."
"It's just between you and me and Kimi and Miss. Price. Right?" said
Amanda.
"Very good," nodded Annie. She raised a smart girl. Maybe hiding it
from Jeff wasn't going to be so hard after all. For several seconds there
was silence. Then, Amanda spoke up.
"Mom," spoke Amanda, "did you and Grandma ever fucked each other?"
Astonished and wide-eyed, Annie's mouth dropped as she turned to look at
Amanda.
"Young lady, what kind of question is that suppose to be?" remarked
Annie. "That is so rude. You shouldn't be asking questions like that. If
I weren't driving right now, I'd slap you." Annie scolded her daughter for
her behavior.
"I'm sorry, Mom," apologized Amanda. Hearing her mother's anger made
her feel three feet small.
"Well, you should be." Then, there was silence for a few more seconds.
Amanda spoke up again.
"Well, can I ask you something else?" asked Amanda.
"What is it Amanda?" Annie sternly responded.
"Did you and Grandma ever have sex together?" This time Amanda chose her
words carefully, but still fearful of her mother's response. Annie let out
a big sigh.
"Amanda. Now, what makes you think I would have sex with my mother?"
"I just thought that maybe... since we... you know... oh, never mind,
Mom. I'll shut up." This was probably going to be one of Amanda's worst
Friday's. She felt that she has said a little too much. And in Annie's
mind it finally clicked. She looked over at her daughter and cracked a
smiled of apology. This eased the pressure on Amanda, and she gently
smiled back as her mother. Their smiles turned to laughter as they enjoyed
the rest of their trip to the farm.
The two females finally arrived at their destination. Annie and Amanda
finished unpacking the car and walked up the steps to the front door.
Annie noticed a note taped to the door.
"Here's a note," said Annie.
"What does it say?" asked Amanda. Annie fumbled with her bags as she
tried to read it.
"It says, 'Annie, We've stepped out for a while to pay a visit to a
friend who just got out of the hospital. We'll be back in a couple of
hours. Love, Mom and Dad.'" Annie was a little miffed. "So how are we
supposed to get in the house?" Amanda just shrugged her shoulders. And it
just dawned upon Annie. "I know. Stay here, Honey." Annie put down her
bags on the front steps and walked towards the mailbox at the end of the
walkway. Amanda watched. Annie kneeled down and dug her fingers beneath
the soil around the base of the mailbox post. As expected, she found the
house key. "Got it!" she yelled to her daughter. And the two girls let
themselves in.
After they finished getting their bags unpacked, Annie laid in the
middle of her stained wooden frame childhood bed to relax after the long
drive. Amanda looked out the window.
"You wanna go for a walk?" asked Amanda.
"Let me rest for a few minutes from driving," replied her mother. Annie
stretched herself out and let out a yawn. Then, Amanda plopped down to
the left of her. "Not too hard," cried Annie. "You might bust a spring."
"So did you, or didn't you?" Amanda tried continuing the conversation
she started in the car. Her mother never gave her a straight answer.
"What?" Annie asked.
"You and Grandma," said Amanda. Annie turned on her side to face her
daughter.
"You're still on that, aren't you? Well, we didn't. Satisfied?" Annie
rolled over on her back.
"Ok. I was just asking."
"Now you know so don't ask me again," Annie chuckled. She squeezed her
daughter's thigh with her left hand to reassure that she wasn't offended by
Amanda's question. Then, Amanda took her mother's hand in hers and rubbed
it up and down her thigh.
"If you don't mind," said Amanda. The fifteen-year old girl was horny
throughout the whole trip. Evidently, all she could think about was sex,
and her mother's warm hand felt good through her jeans. Annie turned on
her left side and supported her head with her left hand. Now, she was
using her right hand to continue her sensual massaging. Annie would slowly
creep up her daughter's thigh and quick grab Amanda's crotch resulting in a
high pitch yelp from her daughter. But that yelp was cut short when
Annie's lips met Amanda's in a wet exchange of tongues.
"Mmmmm...," moaned the teen. Her mother's warm lips and massaging hand
made her head spin. Annie continued to play with her daughter's twat. She
then undid the zipper and the button to get in better touch with her
daughter. Now, she was massaging Amanda through her panties and felt the
wetness soaking through the thin fabric between her legs. Amanda parted
her legs, and Annie slid her right leg on top of Amanda's right leg. The
black haired teen was getting wetter and wetter as her mom kept up her
loving rubs. Her breathing became deep and long.
With mother and daughter still kissing, Annie moved her hand to grab
Amanda's left breast. It felt nice. Amanda broke off their oral
engagement to let out a sigh while staring at the ceiling. She looked back
at her mother, and the two kissed some more. Amanda decided to return the
favor by touching her mother's right breast with her left hand. Annie
welcomed it.
"Wish we had some of Miss Price's toys right now," said Amanda. The two
kissed a little more.
"We don't need them, but I have an idea. I'll be right back." Annie got
up from the bed and left the room. Fine time to stop the horny teen
thought. But in no time, her mother returned.
"Ok, Amanda. Take your pick," said Annie. In one hand, Annie was
holding a carrot and a cucumber and the other a squash."
"Are we going to use those," asked Amanda.
"Why not?" Annie responded.
"Gosh, Mom. Sometimes I think you're worst that Kimi."
"Honey, I've got Kimi beat hands down," declared Annie. She tossed the
vegetables on the bed. "What are you waiting for? Take off you clothes if
you want some." Annie smiled, and Amanda did not argue. Off came Annie's
green seed knitted sweater, sandals, blue jeans, and her black panties.
Only her black bra remained on in which her large boobies were almost
spilling out of them.
By now, Amanda was laying in the middle of the bed fully naked waiting
for her mother. Annie picked up the vegetables as she climbed back on the
bed. Automatically, the black haired teen spread her legs, and that's
where Annie sat. "I think you'll like this," cooed mother as she winked at
her daughter. Annie picked up the carrot and gently rubbed the round
thicker end against Amanda's pussy lips while massaging her swollen clit
with her left thumb.
"It feels good, bit it's kind of cold," said Amanda.
"Don't worry hun. I'll make sure it warms up," Annie reassured her
daughter. After several rubs, Annie spoke again. "Are you wet enough?"
asked Annie. Amanda eagerly nodded. Without saying a word, Annie gently
slid the carrot inside Amanda.
"Hhhaaaaaa... oh, God," Amanda cried. She knew vegetables were good
for you, but not like this. What a new erotic experience she thought.
Amanda will never look at food the same way again. Annie steadily moved
the carrot in and out of her daughter. She knew her daughter was enjoying
it with the look of "WOW" all over her face. And then Annie moved closer
to get a taste of her daughter's sweet sex bud. Mmmmmm... It was as sweet
as ever. The fifteen-year old teen enjoyed her mother's wet licks and the
hard fucking vegetable at the same time. Annie pumped the carrot faster
and faster in and out in her one and only daughter.
"Oh, Mommy, it feels so good," Amanda moaned. Her young teenaged hips
moved up and down on the bed feeling her mother's fist pressing against her
love tunnel each time the carrot went in deep. While still fucking her
daughter, the thirty-six year old mother moved up to get a mouthful of
Amanda hard erect nipple. She was almost on top of the teen. Annie's
tongue swirled around the right brown bud as she sucked what she can into
her mouth. It felt so good to Amanda. Amanda screamed and moaned louder.
She played with her own clit to increase the sexual intensity for the next
several minutes. Soon, the pressure between her legs became unbearable as
she was nearing that special point. "MOMMY, I'M CUMMING!!! I'M
CUMMINNNNNGGG!!!" And came she did. The black haired teen's orgasm almost
cooked the fucking vegetable and her hips continued to make carrot stew out
of the carrot. Finally, the climatic experience died down, and Annie
pulled the vegetable out.
"Mmmmmm...," Annie said while looking at the pussy juice coated carrot.
With a crunch, she took a bite. "A gourmet meal." The two girls laughed.
"Here." Annie handed the carrot for her daughter to try. Amanda took a
bite and got a taste of herself. "Actually it's kind of nasty with the
skin still on, but that's ok." Annie rolled off her daughter to grab
another vegetable, but she noticed Amanda sitting up to hold her crotch
seemingly in pain. "Are you ok," Annie asked her little girl. "I didn't
hurt you did I?"
"It's not you, Mom," replied Amanda. "I'm just a little sore from last
night. Kimi was pretty wild."
"What time did you girls go to bed?" asked Annie.
"Past one," said Amanda. "But I'm okay."
"I sure hope so. Are you still up to this?"
"Sure, I'm fine." And then, Amanda noticed the cucumber in her mother's
hand. "That's kind of big," she marveled.
"Don't worry about it," said Annie as she scooted herself against the
headboard. "It's for me." Annie kissed the cucumber. Amanda was amazed.
She's seen her mother take in large dildos, but the cucumber seemed a bit
thick. "I just want you to watch your mother. Could you do that?" asked
the big-breasted woman. Amanda quickly nodded her head in anticipation.
Annie sat on the bed, with her back against the headboard, and her legs
apart exposing her wet love gates with her trimmed pubic mound above it.
She winked at her daughter. Amanda laid on her stomach, knees bent, ankles
crossed, and feet in the air. Her head was resting in her hands propped by
her elbows giving her a close and personal view of her mother's womanhood.
Already, the musk permeating from Annie's wetness penetrated Amanda's
nostrils.
Annie slid the cucumber up and down her vagina making it wetter and
wetter than it was before. Her love juices coated the vegetable with every
stroke she made. Amanda thought is her mother really going to fuck that
thing? And eventually, it happened. After Annie got herself nice and wet
enough, she pointed one end of the cucumber against her pride and joy. She
pushed. "Oooohhh," she moaned. "OooOOOOOhhHHh," she moaned again. Every
time she pushed the cucumber inside her it went deeper and deeper little by
little. Annie's pussy was wrapped tightly around the green vegetable. As
Amanda continued to watch, she saw her mother twisting the cucumber every
time it went in for the plunge. After several more thrusts, Annie had the
cucumber deep enough where her hand was touching her crotch every time she
fucked herself.
"AahhaaahhGGgg... aaAAAhhAHh...," Annie moaned. It was just wild for
Amanda so see her own mother fuck herself with a vegetable. She loved the
sight of her mother's pussy being stretch and plummeted at her own will.
Someday, Amanda was going to fill her mother's shoe. Actually, it's more
like Amanda was going to learn to fill herself up like her mother if not
better. Fortunately, she had friends and family to teach her. For a
while, Annie continued making wild love to the cucumber.
"See," Annie said. "I always said... vegetables... are good... for
you," Annie informed her daughter. Amanda thought that her mother's voice
sounded so beautiful in ecstasy. The oversexed mother needed a change of
pace now. She pulled the shiny sex coated cucumber from her fuck hole and
laid it beside her. Annie's sex gate was stretched wide open from the
pleasure pounding she gave herself. Soon, it slowly returned to it normal
size.
"Amanda, hun, get the squash," Annie told her daughter. Amanda wasted
no time doing so and already knew what to do with it. It was not a problem
penetrating her own mother since the cucumber already primed Annie. Amanda
firmly held the bottom end of the squash while she inserted the other end
into her own sex driven mother. The yellow vegetable was slamming Annie.
"Oh, GOD, AmanDA!!! Oh, yeAH!!! OH, YEAH!!! DO it HARDER!!!
AaaAuuugggHh... AaaAAaHhhGgga... YEHHH!!! YOU DOING ME GOOD!!!" The long
black haired mom was going berserk. With both hands, Annie was tightly
holding the top of the headboard behind her while throwing her hips in and
out to "meat" with the squash. Her head jerked back with every thrust laid
on her. Being a vegetable has never been this good. The antiquated bed
creaked loudly each time it rocked back and fourth.
"Not so hard, Mom! You might bust a spring," said the sarcastic teen.
"Just shut up, and FUCK YOUR MOTHER!" demanded the voluptuous woman.
Not a problem the voluptuous daughter thought. This was one order Amanda
was not going to disobey. Annie was a woman who could take a lot. Most of
the squash buried itself inside of her leaving the widest end crushing
itself against Annie's swollen pussy lips. Amanda continued to fuck and
fuck and fuck her wild mother over and over. Annie's pussy quivered at her
daughter's mercy, or lack there of. This gorgeous black haired
fifteen-year old teen was learning more and more about sex. Annie's moans
and cries filled the room as her orgasmic sex gates contracted causing her
whole body to shutter in delight several times already, but it didn't stop.
Mother and daughter were having too much of a good time to realized what
was about to come. And during their frantic fucking frenzy, a loud "SNAP"
filled the air. Both legs at the foot of the bed broke causing the bed to
slant forward startling both girls as they screamed. Abruptly ending their
sexplay, Annie and Amanda finally realized what had just happened.
"Oh, shit!" said Amanda. "Look what we've done."
"How am I going to explain this to your grandfather?" asked Annie. She
pulled the squash out of her while brushing her hair back. Then, she
surveyed the damage around her.
"Tell him the truth?" replied Amanda reluctantly.
"NO!" exclaimed Annie. "Not a word of it. Let's get up to take a
better look at this." And Annie and Amanda stood up from the broken bed.
Then, Annie appeared to bend over in pain as she cupped her crotch now that
the adrenaline finally stopped pumping.
"Mom, are you ok?" asked Amanda. "I wasn't too hard was I?"
"Just a little sore," responded Annie. "I'll be fine." Annie
straightens herself up. "Take the vegetables back in the kitchen and wash
them. Throw the carrot away," she told Amanda. Her daughter did what she
was told. Upon closer inspection, the bed was definitely broken, and Annie
had to come up with a story to tell her father of what happened. Her
father knew that Annie knew better than to jump on the bed, and she's a
grown woman now with enough sense. She thought for a second. Amanda
finally returned.
"Well?" asked Amanda.
"Just get your clothes on. I'll come up with something." Annie and
Amanda finished dressing and unpacking. The two girls went for a walk in
her parent's orchard. When Annie's parents returned, Annie told her dad
that Amanda broke the bed by diving into it shortly after they had arrived.
"But, Mom?" cried Annie.
"You be quiet young lady. I told you to not land too hard on the bed,
or you might bust a spring. Instead, the whole bed came crashing down,"
said Annie. Of course this caught Amanda by surprise. Her mouth was
hanging on the floor. After she composed herself, Amanda whispered in her
mother's ear.
"I'm gonna get you back." Amanda walked off, and Annie sinisterly smiled
behind her back.
Since grandfathers always love their granddaughters, the broken bed
didn't bother Annie's father too much. He'd do anything for Amanda. He's
just proud that his granddaughter was very active. If he only knew. That
evening, the four of them had a home cooked supper consisting of baked
chicken, mashed potatoes, and a vegetable casserole consisting of cucumber,
squash, carrots...
end of part three...
Copyright 2000 by JCJoe
e-mail: joeblues@netdoor.com AOL IM: Joeblues91 ICQ: 76621216
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Being an amateur writer, I'd really appreciated it if I'd get some
feedback and support. I would love to hear your comments and suggestions.
It's great to be able to write stories and share them, but it's harder to
keep writing them without any encouragement. I do have other stories I'm
working on, so let's make it worth wild. If you are going to write to me,
please give me a first name and an age so I would have some idea of whom
you are. So please drop me a line sometime. Thanks. -Johnny
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