Wash With Mother
(F-solo Fg[11] cons inc pett ws hs teen ped)
By Aaron Webster
Opening Statements
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These stories contain scenes of a sexual nature, involving adults,
teenagers, preteens and others.
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read this story.
The Story (2,040 words)
Wednesday, 13th September 2000.
After removing the dog from the bathroom, Sally James kicked off her
shoes and started the shower.
Hopefully, she would just have time before Charlotte came home from
school. Andrew was having tea with a friend and Stephen was working late
tonight. The last the tall dark haired woman really regretted. For some
reason she had been feeling horny at work all day, she really wished her
husband was here to give her a good fucking, before her daughter got home.
Sighing, the smartly dressed woman removed her jacket and hung it up
neatly. She did the same with her blouse and skirt. Then standing in her
underwear, she carefully removed her ear-rings and other jewelry, before
washing off the most of her make-up in the wash-basin.
Sally removed her bra and kneeded her generous breasts with relief (that
was something she had not been able to do in the office!). The nipples had
already hardened to syiff little peaks. Tights and panties came off next,
the latter damp with suppressed desire.
Then naked, Sally stepped into the shower. The warm water beat down on
her already stimulated body, igniting a thousand points of desire. The
horny woman hoped that Charlotte wouldn't come home too soon. Sally felt
the water wash through her long dark hair, soaking it and taking away the
dust and grime of the day. She washed her hair thoroughly. It was her
best feature and maybe if she played her cards right, Stephen would give
her the fucking she deserved.
With this in mind, Sally took up the soap and started to lather around
her breasts, taking pleasure as she ran over her hard erect nipples with
soft soapy fingers. Sally pinched them and stimulated them and then rinsed
the soap away with the shower head. Then she soaped all the way down her
long smooth legs, but deliberately avoided touching her pussy. She wanted
to enjoy the sense of anticipation.
The sexy mum washed over her pubic bush with the shower head. Mmmm...
That was nice. Then she allowed the jet to wash between her legs. Nicer.
Sexy Sally grinned a wicked secret grin to herself and positioned the
shower head between her thighs, with the jet shooting upwards into her
pussy, stimulating its sensitive folds. Sally might be a grown up mother
of two, but she took a schoolgirlish delight in water pleasures.
Sally reached up to the bath oil on the shelf, dripped a little bit of
it onto her finger and then ran her digit down through her pubic mound.
She rolled it over the hard nub of her clit and into her waiting pussy.
She gasped as her finger and the shower assaulted her nether regions. Oh
she hoped that Charlotte would be a long time yet...
Charlotte was cycling so fast, that Jadie and Liz could hardly keep up
with her. Even as they called her to slow down, she just rode faster. She
was desperate for a pee! And the vibration of the hard saddle so close to
her sensitive pussy was not helping matters.
Just two weeks ago, this would not have worried her. In fact she might
have ridden deliberately slowly, just to prolong the painful pleasure. But
since that incident last Monday - when I was raped, she reminded herself,
the pretty 11 year old found that she no longer had the control over her
bladder that she used to enjoy.
The young schoolgirl cycled on getting more and more desperate. Finally
her house came into sight. As she rode up the drive, Charlotte let the
bike crash down from under her. She would put it away later. She fumbled
with the key in her pocket and then fumbled with the key in the lock,
hopping from foot to foot as she did so. At last the door flew open and
Charlotte ran in and up the stairs.
When The youngster got to the bathroom door and realised that someone
was inside, she hammered on the door with her fist.
"You'll have to wait," came her mother's voice from within, " I'm in the
shower."
"But I'm going to wet myself!" The little girl cried.
"You will have to wait."
"Mum!"
"Wait!"
"But I'm desperate." Charlotte started hopping from foot to foot again.
Then sudenly stricken she felt the inevitability of her bladder opening.
Instinctively she rushed for the bathroom, pushed the handle and opened the
door that her mother had neglected to lock.
"I told you to wait outside!"
The young girl had only a moment to take in the scene that met her eyes.
Her mum was lying down in the bath, with the shower water beating down on
her naked breasts and body, whilst in her hand she held the end of the
toilet brush, whose handle was buried in her pussy.
But Charlotte had more immediate problems than her mother's curious
masturbatory habits. As Sally tried to regain her dignity, Charlotte
lifted the hem of her little school skirt and tugged frantically at her
knickers. But it was too late as her piss was suddenly released, cascading
down over her hands and feet, soaking her panties and showering her socks.
"What on earth do you think you are doing?" her mother demanded,
standing now, with the toilet brush cast to one side. "Are you a baby,
that you can't control your bladder for five minutes whilst I finish my
shower?"
Her young daughter just burst into tears, standing in the middle of the
floor with piss running down her legs.
"Right," said Sally, "you might as well take those wet things off."
Still crying, Charlotte reached out to steady herself, whilst she took
her shoe off.
"Don't touch my jacket with you wet hands!" warned Her mother.
The young girl tried to balance on one foot as she kicked off her shoe
and struggled with the soaking wet sock. Then she repeated the process
with the other foot. She pulled her soaking wet panties down, as she had
tried to do before. They clung to her piss-soaked legs.
Then Charlotte unwrapped her grey pleated skirt, with its darker damp
patches. The 11 year old's school tie, blouse and training bra, joined the
other items on the floor.
"Well, you had better get in the shower with me," Her mum offered.
Charlotte nodded dumbly and still sniffling, she climbed into the bath
with the taller woman.
"Why couldn't you wait to go to the toilet," her mother asked, gently
this time.
Charlotte shrugged. She wanted to tell mum about the rapist - and the
dirty old man - but she wouldn't understand.
"Come here Charlotte," said Sally and gave her pretty daughter a cuddle.
Charlotte felt warm and protected as she snuggled against her mum's breast,
with the water cascading down around them. Sally's nipple felt hard as it
pushed against the young girl's head. Not for the first time, Sally wished
her daughter were still a baby and could suckle on that nipple. Thats how
she would stop Charlotte from crying years ago.
Mother and daughter cuddled for some time, naked flesh pressed to naked
flesh, enjoying symbiotic contact that was closer than that of lovers.
"Now lets get you cleaned up," Sally said at last.
Relectantly, Sally & Charlotte pulled apart and Sally retrieved the
soap. She started by rolling it around the young girl's chest, as she did
when Charlotte was a toddler, Sally reflected. But her daughter was no
longer a toddler. She now had little breasts of her own that were just
budding, and as Sally stimulated them with the soap, she found that their
nipples started to harden like her own. Charlotte sighed in contentment at
the sensation and realised the truth that sexual stimulation is much more
pleasurable when it is caused by somebody else.
Charlotte wanted to give her mum something in return and felt herself
drawn towards the older woman's nipple. Did she dare? Charlotte nuzzled
her mum's breast at first and was rewarded by Sally pulling her tenderly
closer. So the youngster flicked her tongue across her mother's nipple.
Sally stiffened, momentarily caught in a crisis. Perhaps it was an
accident. As she relaxed, Charlotte again licked her mother's nipple.
This time Sally did nothing except continue to soap her daughtere's little
breasts. So Charlotte grew braver and took the whole nipple into her
mouth, trying to suck on it without getting a mouthful of water from the
shower.
A battle began in Sally's mind. On the one hand, the stimulation from
Charlotte's mouth felt intoxicating; but on the other hand, wasn't this
incest? But hadn't she wanted Charlotte to suck on her breast? And surely
there was nothing wrong in a child finding comfort on her mother's teat.
But wasn't it abuse? No surely not, because it was instigated by
Charlotte, not by her mother. But wasn't she fondling her daughter's
nipples. No, she corrected herself, she was washing them, and Charlotte
had not backed away or complained. And surely something this pleasurable
could not be wrong, could it?
Sally surrendered herself to her daughter's ministrations, running her
fingers through the young girl's hair - as dark as her own - as she
continued to wash Charlotte's breasts with her other hand.
Charlotte liked to have her hair washed, she always had. And she
enjoyed the mounting pleasure from the stimulation of her breasts, which
suddenly seemed much heavier than her tender years allowed.
As she clung to her mother's beatiful naked body, Charlotte ran her
finger across from her mother's waist into the thick mass of curls on her
pubic mound. What must it be like to have such thick hair there?
Charlotte wondered. Her own mound had just flecks of hair. She wondered
how long it would be before she had as much as this.
Sally stiffened as her young daughter's fingers ran through her pubic
hair and she gasped, when Charlotte's finger brushed the hard nub of her
clitoris. But she did not object. Nor did she make any protest when the
pretty girl's fingers found it again and then again.
Dreamily, Charlotte ran her fingers in and out of her mother's pubic
thatch, hypnotised by the sight of the shower water running over and
through her fingers, intermingling with the thick dark hair, hypnotised
also by the feel of her mother's soapy hands on her titties and in her
hair. Charlotte heard her mum's breathing grow heavier and she knew that
the older woman was enjoying what she was doing for her. But in satisfying
her mother's itch, Charlotte became acutely aware of her own rising
passion. The horny youngster rolled into Sally's body clamping her slim
childish legs around her mother's firm womanly thigh. Charlotte began to
slowly slide her pussy up and down her mother's leg, scratching at that
itch that threatened to overcome her.
And so mother and daughter continued under that beating torrent. Sally
fondling her daughter's little breasts and stroking her hair; Charlotte
gently suckling her mother's breast and fingering Sally's pussy, whilst
taking pleasure for her own little cunt on the older woman's leg.
If Sally had doubts that this was quite the proper way for a mother and
daughter to behave, then her mounting desire helped her push those thoughts
to one side. But perhaps understandably, it was Charlotte who was gripped
by the waves of pleasure first. The little preteen's breath started to
come sharply in little bursts, then she began to emit little mews of
pleasure and began to dig her finger sharply into her mother's pussy.
Instinctively, Sally felt a mother's need to help her daughter through her
crisis and so she pulled Charlotte closer and rubbed her back as the 11
year old frigged herself on her mother's leg. As Charlotte cried out,
Sally's heart went out to the little girl and her own orgasm wracked
through her, until both Sally and Charlotte wept with sheer pleasure.
As mother and daughter held each other close in a tight embrace, reality
crashed in upon Sally and she wondered how she could tell Charlotte that
despite the magnificent pleasure, they could never do this again.
Dramatis Personae
Stars:
Sally James Charlotte Taylor
Guest Stars: Jadie Watts Elizabeth Willoughby Wolfie
Mentioned:
Stephen James Andy Taylor Rapist Old Man
(C) Aaron Webster March 2001
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