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Date: Thu, 03 Nov 2005 12:05:00 +0000
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Mother's Day By Lotuseater For "JM" It was six o'clock on a dreary, overcast
Sunday morning. Karen Wu stretched and yawned, uncharacteristically still abed
despite the comparatively late hour, for her. What a day Saturday had been! She
had driven all morning to return home from State University. She'd wanted to
celebrate Mother's Day with her parents and briefly unwind before resuming
summer classes. Staring at the ceiling, she recalled how relieved she had been
to have arrived an hour before they'd been to meet for brunch. With time on her
hands, she'd stopped in cute Mr. O'Casey's costume shop for a particularly
naughty French Maid's outfit for the flourishing Teacherspets.com website she
had founded with Jennifer Wolcott. Her roommate had displayed an unexpected gift
for conceiving of highly erotic lesbian scenarios, and Karen surprised herself
with her newfound knack for producing sexy vignettes. "Oriental Maid meets the
Stratford Cosmetics Woman" promised to be no exception.
Mr. O'Casey had leeringly asked where the costume party would be held (so he
could "crash it", the septuagenarian had joked) and Karen had merely blushed
meekly in reply. If the dear old man only knew! Karen had arrived at Chez
Maxine's twenty minutes early, after stopping to purchase an immense gift
basket at Chocolate Dreams. Both packages went into the trunk of her car.
Brunch had been well underway when her Dad suddenly registered a stricken
expression. The paramedics had whisked him off to the Willow Lake hospital
emergency room, while Karen comforted her concerned mother. The diagnosis
had been appendicitis. Not life-threatening, and certainly eminently
treatable. Nevertheless, Karen knew her Mom would not sleep that night for
fear of what might happen.
Ms. Whitlock had been available, on a rare weekend off. He had rushed to perform
the surgery on his old friend, as Karen and Vivienne anxiously awaited the
results. Colin Wu was in excellent physical condition, and his blood
pressure had scarcely dropped while he'd been on the operating table. When
Henry Whitlock strode confidently out of the operating heater, his rugged
features were split by an enormous grin. "He'll be just fine, girls. Now why
don't you go home and get some rest?" he boomed affably. Despite the
doctor's encomium, Vivienne had dithered in the intensive care ward for
another hour. Colin would be some time in recovering from the anaesthesia,
but she had so wanted to see him awake again she was desperate for the least
sign of consciousness. Between gentle persuasion and tender wheedling, Karen
was able to drag her mother from the hospital. After exchanging tearful
"goodnights" (Vivienne crying from worry, and Karen from sympathy) they had
retired well before nine o'clock. But Karen knew her mother would spend a
pensive night tossing and turning periodically checking on her every few
hours in the darkness, the troubled movements of her mother's restive form
confirmed Karen's suspicions. Karen loved her father no less than her
mother, but she knew they could do him no good by sickening themselves over
his condition. Besides, the doctor's prognosis was very promising. Karen half-
guiltily reflected that she'd slept like a log, even though she'd risen
several times to look in on her Mom. Mulling the matter over, she hit upon a
way to relax her mother. She quickly got up and washed her face. After
applying some sexy crimson lipstick and a cheerful pink eye shadow, she
retrieved the flimsy uniform from yesterday's purchases. Then she carefully
opened the pink cellophane wrapping the gift basket and selected a small
bottle of maple syrup, a jar of almond butter and a big box of oversized
colorful chocolate truffles. Karen shucked the oversized football jersey she
wore for pajamas and, carelessly discarding it into a corner, switched for
the shiny black satin costume. In Mr. O'Casey's store, she'd mentally
weighed the relative merits of a size "large" versus "small" and had finally
decided on the bigger one. Now she appreciated her choice, as she inspected
herself with satisfaction in the bedroom mirror. The halter hung loosely
over her proud breasts, revealing tantalizing peeks at her already stiff
nipples with every little movement. Perfectly provocative, ideal for what
she had in mind. The frilly cap and lacy garter completed the ensemble. She
slipped into her tallest heels and elected to forgo panties. If all went
according to plan, she'd not need them for long anyway... She could feel a
slight damp trickle between her naked thighs as she bore her two selections
to the kitchen, where she placed them on a silver salver. Carefully she
carried the tray back upstairs and down the carpeted hallway to her parents'
bedroom. Negotiating the thickly piled rug was trickier than she'd imagined
in high heels whilst balancing the laden platter, but she managed to wobble
to the end of the hall without spilling her burden. Karen gently tapped at
the panelled door. "Come in, dear," came her mother's low voice, muffled
from behind the door. From the slight hoarseness, she'd evidently not slept
a wink since early the day before. Karen squared her shoulders with resolve
to carry out her little scheme. She opened the door and breezed into the
darkened master bedroom. "Bonjour-matin, Madame!" Karen announced gaily. Her
buoyant tone an lissome manner masked the deep concern she felt for her
mother's state of mind. As Karen drew back the shade to admit the grey
daylight, she saw Vivienne flat on her back, nightgown buttoned all the way
up to her throat, hair a black halo around her head. Dark circles were under
her eyes. She was beautiful. Karen's heart went out to her. "Karen, what -"
Vivienne lifted herself up onto her elbows. "Le petit dejeuner est servee,
Madame," Karen said smoothly. Setting the tray on the edge of the bed, she
slipped the straps of the maid's uniform over her shoulders so the skimpy
costume wafted to the floor. She slit open the box of candy with her
thumbnail and selected an enormous pastel green bonbon, and an equally large
fluorescent pink one. Cupping them, she let the warmth of her palms melt the
soft candy. Vivienne could only stare as her nude daughter slowly smeared
the nearly liquid stuff from her hips to her collarbone. The truffles left
particolored trails of white icing, brightly colored fondant and rich dark
chocolate on Karen's pale skin. Her throat was suddenly dry. Karen continued
her sensual display by uncapping the jar of almond butter and, stirring the
top layer of oil back into it with her index finger, applied a generous
dollop to the top of each pert breast. She carefully applied a spot of maple
syrup to the top of each now fully-distended nipple before shuffling over to
her mother's side to offer them to Vivienne's open mouth. Wordlessly, her
mother threw back her head, closed her eyes, and took as much of Karen's
full tit into her gaping mouth as she could fit. Her tongue lavished
attention to the tender young girlflesh and she felt wildly decadent as the
sticky mess covered her cheeks and hair. Sitting up, Vivienne clasped
Karen's festively adorned body to her, clutching the girl's torso to her
with both forearms. Karen felt the powerful fires of passion building deep
in her loins as her mother virtually gobbled at her bosom, lapping and
licking for all she was worth. The sensation of Vivienne's lewd tongue and
her mother's insistent embrace aroused her immensely. She whimpered and, half-
turning, reached for a brilliant canary-yellow chocolate. Karen closed both
hands over it for some moments, then looked Vivienne straight in the eyes as
she deliberately applied the gooey mass between her legs... Vivienne moaned
and lowered her face to her daughter's belly. Her glistening pink tongue
traced its way down across Karen's full bush, even as the girl lifted one
leg to offer her sex to Vivienne. It was spectacularly erotic. Karen rested
her foot comfortably on the bed as Vivienne sat herself on the floor to gain
better access to her candy-coated pussy. "Ngh, ngh, ngh," Vivienne grunted
as her tongue danced wildly, slipping madly all over the lubricious
contours. "Ohhh..." sighed Karen. Now fully conscious and aware of her
awakened libidinous desires, Vivienne rose to remove her nightdress. She
thoughtfully scooped out two fingersful of almond butter and stroked it
across her body. Then she applied more and more until the tan cream was all
over her breasts and oozing cunt. "Won't you join me, cherie?" she huskily
invited Karen. Karen admired her mother's sexiness with a pang of envy but
mostly with wanton lust. "Avec plaisir, Madame!" Karen eagerly eased her
mother onto her back and carefully straddled Vivienne's head with her knees
as she dove in. Both women savored the exquisite sensation of the soft,
sweet confections squishing between their firm bodies. Vivienne felt
wickedly depraved, and loved each moment of it. Her own daughter was
burrowing deeply into her hot, steaming womanhood with nose, chin, tongue
and lips even as Vivienne was eating out Karen. Chills ran up and down her
spine as the intensity of Karen's moaning increased in volume and pitch. She
squirmed under the delicious weight of her daughter's writhing form. The
lubricant they'd improvised felt quite exhilarating, alternately greasy and
adhesive t times permitting them to slide against each other and other times
pasting their bellies together as they moved in unison. It was marvelous.
The two stepped up the frantic pace of their ministrations, Karen taking one
of Vivienne's labia between her lips and, sucking powerfully on it, pulling
it by raising her neck. Vivienne parted Karen's folds with her fingers and
roughly laved the exposed clitoris with the top of her tongue. Karen began
to buck her hips uncontrollably. She squealed her pleasure, encouraging her
mother to greater boldness and heights of enjoyment. The fragrant stickiness
smacked and squeezed between Karen's pudendum and Vivienne's breasts. It was
absolutely and indescribably scrumptious. Vivienne wiped up some of the
sweetness from between their bodies with her right palm and applied it to
Karen's pulsating pussy with her fingers. Then she took Karen's little
nubbin in her mouth and sucked mightily, making loud slurping sounds as she
did. Karen cried out, "Oooh!" and came in a rush. Vivienne daintily lapped
the sweet cream from Karen as it ran from her cunt, not missing one precious
droplet. With renewed vigor, Karen thrust her middle finger into her
mother's sopping love-tunnel and delicately nibbled at the now blood-
engorged clit. Pressure from her mother's elbows told Karen that Vivienne
was licking her juices off her own fingers. She knew Vivienne's aroused
state was at its peak, and this would be her best opportunity to achieve her
end. The tension between Vivienne's legs now grew unbearable and, supporting
herself on her elbows she palmed her own breasts, exulting in the sticky
feel of her nipples as she twiddled them between her fingertips. She was in
heaven from Karen's attentions to her nether regions, and couldn't believe
the incredibly nasty things her daughter was capable of performing on her
own sex. "Oh! Uh!" Vivienne gasped in ecstasy. She began to spasmodically
twitch, her mouth working. Animal sounds emanated from her throat. Inspired,
Karen switched to tonguing her mother's puckered asshole while her thumb
rudely stimulated that throbbing button. Then, "Uhhhhhnh..." Vivienne thrust
her bottom high into the air once, twice, and a final time. She fainted dead
away. Her head lolled, dropped onto the mattress. Karen rested for a few
minutes before quietly arising from the bed. She tucked a pillow under
Vivienne's head. Gently covering her mother's sleeping form with the
bedsheet and coverlet, Karen softly kissed her on the lips. She lingered to
wipe away some of her own lipstick from the slumbering Vivienne's mouth.
"Sleep well, Mom." She drew the shade and slipped out of the bedroom,
looking back at Vivienne as she did so. The beatific smile on Vivienne's
relaxed face would give her great satisfaction that would last all the way
back to school. Karen paused at the threshold of her parents' bedroom.
"Happy Mother's Day..." END
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