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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 005
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples
and their families through the period immediately preceding their
Senior Prom.
Keywords: F-solo Ff-inc
Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal
bd D/s Mg-inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc
Chapter 5
Home again
Helen looked up from the papers she was shuffling at the
kitchen table when Mandi walked in. The fact that Mandi had
stayed out until after 11:00 p.m. indicated that either the dance
had gone remarkably well, or Mandi had hid out somewhere and
would try to bluff through a fictional description of the
experience. One look at Mandi's flushed face told Helen that
there would be no fictional tales tonight. "Well, how was the
dance?" she asked, archly.
"Oh, Momma!" Mandi gushed. "I met a boy-"
That was the idea, as I understood it..." Helen laughed.
"His name's Ricky, and he's so sweet and wonderful, and we
danced slow, and he's so hot I just CAME - right on the dance
floor!"
"You WHAT!!" her mother exclaimed. "How?"
"We were slow dancing, and I was wearing this flimsy
thing," Mandi said, indicating her blouse. "My nipples got hard,
but we just couldn't dance far enough apart to keep them off his
chest. Then he started rubbing my back and sides..."
"And he played with your ass?" Helen was hot - literally -
for details. Her hand stole through the opening in her
housecoat, and between her heavy thighs.
"No, Momma, he was a perfect gentleman. If anyone screwed
up, it was me! I was enjoying the feel of his hands, so I
slipped closer to give him more room to work." Helen's left hand
stole to her right breast, where she began squeezing and tweaking
the nipple in time to the two fingers driving in and out of her
wet gash. "Our legs got interlocked, and I kept banging into his
thigh. I was soaking wet in no time!" Helen moaned quietly,
working hard with her imagination and her hands to bring some
satisfaction out of the fantasy her daughter was providing the
details for. "After a couple of minutes, I started having these
little tiny cums!" Mandi continued, "Like popcorn - just a quick
flash, and my pussy would twitch. After a few seconds -pop- I'd
have another!" Helen began to shake. "Momma, I've never had
those - have you?" Helen shook her head 'No', gasping. She had
two fingers squeezing her G spot, using the thumb riding her clit
as an anchor, and her right nipple had grown to 3/4 of an inch.
Mandi was enjoying telling the tale almost as much as Helen was
enjoying listening. "Then they started coming closer together,
and Ricky kissed me...Momma, I was tempted to trip him, pull off
his jeans and sit on his hard cock - right there on the dance
floor!" This statement had its desired effect: Helen's eyes
rolled up, and she fell back over the chair arm, beginning to
convulse. Mandi, knowing that relating being kicked off the
dance floor would spoil things, stopped speaking. Helen was now
spread wide in the chair, shaking uncontrollably as she neared
completion. Mandi got a wicked gleam in her eye, and, wetting a
finger, delivered the coup d'etat by quickly pinching her other
nipple. Helen went stiff as a board, screamed "AAAUUUUUGGHH!!!"
and nearly demolished the chair from thrashing in it. Excess
lubricant gushed from her abused gash, thoroughly wetting the
back of the housecoat, and dribbling over Helen's hand. Mandi
twisted the nipple gently a few times, watched until her mother
began to
show evidence of contact with reality, and removed her hand.
"Oh, Baby, that was good!" Helen moaned. "How much of that
story was true?"
"Every word!" announced Mandi, primly, "I just waited to
finish. There I was, popping mini orgasms every 15 seconds or
so, and he kisses me. I went totally nuts on him and tried to
suck his tongue off!" Helen laughed, and Mandi giggled as she
continued, "We stopped dancing altogether for the tongue duel,
and the chaperones found us and ran us off the dance floor!"
"Oh, shit!" Helen gasped between chuckles. "Oh, that's
funny!"
"It wasn't then," Mandi countered, "And worst of all, I
SOAKED Ricky's jeans with love juice! Talk about embarrassing!"
Helen roared with laughter. It took her some time to get
control. Finally, she gasped "How'd he take it?"
Mandi smiled fondly, remembering. "Very gallantly. He said
he'd just as soon drown in the stuff. He said he didn't plan to
wash his jeans!"
"He sounds like quite a catch!" Helen declared. "Are you
seeing him again, or is this a one time thing?"
"He asked if we could do something tomorrow." Mandi
replied, diffidently, then firmed up. "Momma, I've GOT to get
some new clothes! I'll never keep him in that 19th century
wardrobe I've been sporting!"
Helen smiled. Mandi had advanced a couple of light years
out of her shell in just one night! Helen could kiss the boy for
that, if for nothing else! "We'll see what we can do tomorrow
afternoon, dear. I noticed that you didn't go out tonight in
your usual clothes."
Mandi nodded. "Dolores told me to dump my 'Mother Hubbards'
for the dance. She practically dictated this outfit!"
"And events have proven her right, too!" Helen chuckled.
"Well, I've got to go to bed - school tomorrow," Mandi
said, yawning.
"All right, Dear. You'll wear jeans, tomorrow, I think.
You've proven yourself attainable and are now more than desirable
to this boy. He'd have to be dead not to be looking to get into
your panties. You'll need a serious barrier to slow him down.
This will give you time to pick up some new skirts and dresses."
"He's definitely not dead, Momma. In fact, he sports
several hard inches - I felt them against my thigh tonight!"
declared Mandi, grinning.
"All the more reason to insert a couple of obstacles
between what he wants and what you want," Helen observed. "Make
him earn it - he'll appreciate it more!"
"Okay, Momma. G'Night!" Mandi turned, and headed for her
room.
"Good night, Dear." Helen resumed her paperwork.
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