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Date: Wed, 21 May 2008 08:35:35 +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.
Dr. 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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