
Title: Teasing Tormenting Teens
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: Chapter 1 of 1
Keywords: f/F, panties, female legs, desire, humiliation
Redistribution: yes, with limitations (see below)
Short Summary: A mother goes through an eroticly frustrating
 van ride to the mall with a bunch of teasing tormenting teenage girls


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Teasing Tormenting Teens


I honked the horn to hurry her up. That girl really does take too 
long to pamper herself. As if no boys at the mall will look at her if 
she's not perfect. Every hair in its place, make-up well applied, 
skirt showing all leg...mmmm those legs....

SNAP OUT OF IT! I cant let this happen again. Its not right. She's 
my daughter and I'm her mother. Enough with the longing looks 
already before she freaks out!

DeeDee, my daughter, finally comes sprinting out of the house. A 
vision of pure teenage beauty. I try closing my eyes so I wont ogle, 
but its of no use. She's a sexy teenager like all the rest, enough 
said! Hoping into the mini van at my side she stares my way with a 
big pink bubble blowing from her chewing gum. I look at her 
crossly and she pops it at me with all attitude. Why do I keep 
turning away in defeat when she does that? Gosh I'm so...

Off we go, on to friend number one. I can't WAIT till she and her 
friends turn sixteen, so I don't have to drive them all over the place 
like a chauffeur.

We sit together in silence as I drive, no chance she'd ever offer 
anything positive to say to me. I contemplate saying something 
about that short skirt. I mean it leaves 

NOTHING to the imagination. I should know, as I can't stop my 
eyes from drifting to them. I just can't help it, they're so pretty 
sitting there all crossed and everything. It's no fair to make me sit 
next to her like this! How am I supposed to keep my eyes on the 
road?

I quickly dart my face back to the street when she turns to look at 
me. I don't know what I'd do if she ever caught me staring at her 
legs. I mean I am NOT a pervert or something, but she'd still freak!

Despite driving to her friend Jess's house a hundred times, she still 
insists on telling me were to turn and where to stop. I'm not dumb 
you know! But I let her direct me anyways, that snapping bubble 
gum too much to resist.

Finally we arrive in front of the house and I offer to go get Jess for 
her, anything to get away from my gorgeous teen before I go crazy. 
But I get two words in before she reaches over and honks my horn, 
her long light brown hair just inches below my nose. I inhale and 
close my eyes at the girly fresh scent of it. Mmmmm so nice. I 
squeeze my thighs together to quench my itchy cunt.

I open my eyes in time to see the giggling, waving friend bouncing 
out the house moments later, long blonde hair flowing in the wind. 
OH GOSH...she's wearing short shorts. Sooooo beautiful that girl. 
What legs! Tan and athletic and lickable all over! Just like I love! 
Is she even wearing a bra beneath that tight shirt? The pert boobs 
bouncing for my gazing eyes tell me exactly what I want to know. 
I keep my thighs squeezed till she gets into the car, these girls are 
too much...

Jess hops in behind us and off we go to friend number two. The 
two girls are busy chattering a million miles a second as I stick my 
eyes to the road. I REFUSE to look in the rear view mirror. I just 
cant let myself get worked up like the last time...

Ohhhhh...dam it! Why did I look? Mmmmm she's crossed her legs 
as well. I so love when they do that. So perfect, so adorable...STOP 
IT! Look straight ahead! I am a mother and an adult! I WILL NOT 
ogle like a perv at my daughter and her friends, no matter how 
much their bratty, teenage charms woe me...

I turn on the radio, desperate to keep out their voices from 
seducing my mind. Each hussy tone, each arrogant phrase 
demanding my attention. My baby flashes me an angry stare and 
pops a bubble my way. I turn the volume down like a good 
mommy.

I have to focus. I can do this. I simply wont look in the rear view 
mirror, wont listen to their voices, and wont look over at my 
daughter's firm soft thighs...DARN IT! 

STOP!

"Yes I know to turn here darling. I know there's a stop sign. I am 
not driving too slowly. Ok baby I'll drive faster..." I really need to 
have a talk with this girl. She needs to learn to treat me with 
respect. I am not an airhead mommy. I CAN drive a car with out 
her help. I need to learn to show her who's in charge once in 
awhile. In the meantime, its soooo much easier to just say, "Yes 
baby, I'm sorry, you are right!"

We pull into the driveway and she again honks the horn to giggles 
and waves. "Please don't look gorgeous, please don't look 
gorgeous" I chant in my mind, hoping I didn't have a third teen 
hoty to ogle over.

"Oh my! Have mercy!", I moan in my mind at the sight of her. Did 
I just lick my lips? I wish I could wrap my lips around those 
amazingly perky breasts as Jill ran out of the house towards us. 
This one is definitely NOT wearing a bra. Since when did girls so 
young start wearing tub tops? It's just not fair! At least she's 
wearing a knee length dress. I don't think I can survive with any 
more than two pairs of flashy girly legs in my face. But those 
calves! How can they be so perfect?

I simply can't help it. The instant my daughter jumps out of the car 
to hug her tub top friend I lower my hands between my legs. NO 
I'm not playing with myself! I simply needed to...um...rearrange 
the area...ya that's it. Moist women need to do that to you know!

They get into the van and in mere moments the chitchat erupts all 
over again. I pull out of the driveway in labored breathing, my 
brief touch between my legs only making my situation worse. 
Gosh their voices are soooo erotic. Do they have any clue how it 
affects me?

Friend number three is a little farther away then the others. No big 
deal. All I have to do is focus on the road and I'll be all right. Just 
ignore those knee weakening, pussy wetting voices of theirs and 
I'll be ok. Simply stare straight ahead and don't look at my 
daughters crossed white thighs...or her friends long tanned legs...or 
the other ones cute little calves...! Awwwwe, those perfect little 
calves, framed so well with those white socks and knees length 
dress. I so do love girly calves. If I could only kneel down and kiss 
them, each of them, all over...and lick them....

OH NOT AGAIN!

It's happening just like last time. I promised myself I'd keep cool. 
That I wouldn't salivate as each of them unknowingly seduced me 
with their very presence. Their trim petite bodies and arrogant 
'always right' attitudes. Ohhhh yummy. BUT NO! Not this time. I 
can't fall apart before them. I can't embarrass my daughter with 
my wines and moans. She'll hate me even worse if she catches me 
doing this. I can't have her hating me. I can't have them all 
laughing at the horny older mommy slut who couldn't keep her 
eyes off them. 

My daughter points out where to turn next and I comply. "Yes 
darling, right away!" Why am I such a pushover for her? Another 
minute later I'm pulling into Bridget's driveway. I sit back and 
await DeeDee's honking hand on my steering wheel. I have to 
catch my breath as her body moves up close to mine for the third 
time, the smell of her sweet perfume intoxicating my senses. Again 
I close my eyes and slightly lean forward to enjoy it. But sadly she 
leans back all too quickly. 

I reopen my eyes just in time for my jaw to drop and pussy to spurt 
as Bridget hip swayed her way to the front of the van. This girl 
might as well have been going to the mall naked. Her mini skirt 
was even shorter than my daughters, coming just below her cute 
little butt. Her flat midriff completely bare for the warm sun, and 
what looked like some glorified piece of tape wrapped over her 
well developed chest was supposed to be her top. Ok ok, it wasn't 
tape, but any clothing that manages to show both the top AND 
bottom part of the breasts might as well be glued on tape! I caught 
myself half way licking my lips when I saw her mother waving to 
me from the door. How on earth could she look so cheerful 
sending out her young teen daughter looking like THAT? The 
bitch knew full well what visual torment her daughter was about to 
cause me and she waved with the happiest of smiles. Was that a 
wink she just gave me? I stupidly wave back!

Another second later Bridget and DeeDee join the rest of the girls 
in the back of the van, leaving me all alone to fidget and squirm to 
their intoxicating bratty teen voices. I love the way they act like 
they own the world. But don't they?

I pull out of the drive way and finally head off towards the mall. 
One eye on the road, the other glued bashfully on the rear view 
mirror at every flashing, tantalizing piece of female flesh I can see. 
With my daughter off in the back seats, I'm shamefully free to ogle 
with less risk of being caught. The longer I drive, the more times I 
have to shake my head to focus on the cars around me. I need to 
survive this. I can't fall apart. I can't fall under their wonderful 
spell and dream of becoming their mommy slut plaything. I need to 
get them to the mall, so they can flash their legs, tits, and asses at 
the boys and girls their own ages. They're not dressed for getting 
us older women hot and horny. Though I'm sure they have a clue 
how wet they make us.

Stop it! I simply can't let them take over my submissive mind. I 
am the adult, a mature woman. They're supposed to look up to me 
and at times fear me. But why is it soooo hard? I mean listen to 
them, chatting and being all bratty. They could command me to 
kiss their sneakers and I'd have no choice but to obey! I need to 
listen to them. To lean back and let their words flow into my ears, 
through my spine, and dominate my juicing wet pussy. That's the 
natural order of things isn't it?

It wouldn't be so bad. Getting on my knees and kissing theirs? It 
wouldn't be so wrong of me. So what if I'm an adult woman 
lowering herself to doing such wonderful things to my daughter 
and her teenage friends? Who says I have to be the one in charge? 
Why can't it be them? Gosh please let it be them!

But what would the other mothers think of me? Wouldn't they 
understand my need? My desire to crawl around at their majestic 
haughty commands? I know I cant be the only slut mommy out 
there!

Suddenly I swerve the van, avoiding a braking car in front of us, 
instantly shattering my foggy shameful dreams and getting an ear 
full from my condemning daughter. 

Oh yes please yell at me baby. Yell at your whimpering sniveling 
mommy and order her to kiss all your pretty pink toenails. 
Ohhhh...

Then I see it! In the rear view mirror. The pink cotton panties 
between the lean white thighs. I don't even know whose panties 
they are. My eyes unwilling to tear away long enough for the 
chance of seeing its owner's face. Its the most perfect image my 
eyes have ever seen. White teen thighs framing pink teen panties. 
Gosh so wonderful! I continue to stare, barely taking a blink of an 
eye to check the road. Saliva collects in my mouth as I studying 
what I see. In another moment I can clearly make out two 
succulent lips pressing against the soft material.

I'm squeezing my thighs like crazy watching my treasure. Its 
inviting me, calling me to come to it. What's stopping me from 
turning around and lunging my tongue between those fantastic teen 
legs? Why not pull the mini van to the side of the road and worship 
this beauty's sex?

A honk from another car alerts me to the weaving I'm doing on the 
road. I can't continue like this. I can't keep driving sanely while 
this craving dessert is so tantalizingly close.

I look back in the mirror, desperately searching for the open legs, 
but its gone. I can't find it. I whimper desperately but its no use, 
who ever it was has moved. I look up and scan the faces. Who was 
it? Who was the sweat heart I was sneaking a taboo peak? Which 
of her gorgeous, perfect friends was it? OR....was it...MY OWN 
DAUGHTER???

I clinch my fist and curse for allowing myself to possibly fall in 
love with my own daughter's cotton covered crotch. This is so 
wrong. All of it. Whether it's her cotton panties or her friend's I 
was still watching these young girls with horrible lust. So so very 
wrong! And what if it was my daughter's pink panties that I was 
drooling over? How could I think that way about my own 
daughter? I mean dreaming of running my fingers up and down her 
legs, and bowing down to her power over me is one thing. But 
actually shoving my tongue deep into her deserving sex was totally 
another low all together!

Still... Would it be so bad? I mean to actually...kneel down there 
and... If I already wish for her and her teen friends to dominate me, 
wouldn't her pussy simply be part of that? I mean how else should 
a daughter dominate her mother than with her own dripping wet 
tight cunt? Shouldn't horny submissive mommies do that for their 
daughters? Worship her pussy? Yes! That's how it should be. And 
maybe if I lick extra good, she can let me...lick her friends to?

My pussy suddenly spasms in a mini untouched orgasm, and I 
uncontrollably moan aloud. I thrust a hand to my mouth and listen 
to the dead silence behind me. Did they actually hear me? Did I 
just totally give away my panty wetting thoughts? Surely I must 
have, since they remain silent. What are they thinking? What will 
they say?

Another agonizing ten seconds passes until I hear the conversation 
pick up again. But this time, its with definite laughter and giggles. 
Are they talking about me? 

Please no. They mustn't suspect. A simple moan cant be an 
indication of my lust for their nubile young bodies. They can't 
know this female adult wishes to get on her knees before them and 
thank them for being so arrogant and perfect. I'm a good mommy.

I try in vain to ignore them. To show that I am not a pervert. To 
erase any of their nonsense suspicions, if they exist. I know I'm 
getting paranoid, but I cant take any chances.

Suddenly there's movement of something on my right. Its a pair of 
sandals. One of the girls has placed her firm legs on the armrest 
beside me. They're just inches from me. Imagine, perfect teenage 
white legs right next to you!!! Kissable manicured toes wiggling in 
their sandals! My heart pounds from the excitement of doubled 
arousal. 

Whose legs are they? Why did they put them there? To tease me?

Nonsense. Girls this young don't think that way. These girls may 
be brats, but they couldn't possibly know how to pull the strings of 
a mature woman by flashing well placed legs. But then again...

Who am I kidding? I can't resist sneaking close up peaks of these 
legs even if I tried. I might as well 'attempt' do the best I can at 
NOT looking obvious. Carefully I turn my head and stare long 
fully at those wiggling suck able toes. If I couldn't only lift one of 
those feet up to my hungry mouth and suck on each and every one 
of them.

I turn quickly back to the road and breath deeply for several 
seconds. A few seconds is enough right? I can turn my face again 
without arising too much suspicion???

Would you look at those firm strong calves, one resting over the 
other. Nothing says teen girl like an athletic pair of calves. Why 
does nature make them so amazingly sexy? I lick my lips, staring 
long fully at them before again quickly turn my head back to the 
road. I wait another moment and take another look. Gosh so 
heavenly. Whose are they? Are they my daughters? Do I even 
care? 

Checking to make sure I'm not dangerously close to another car, I 
now move my shifty eyes even higher to her knees. Mmmmmm. 
How can something as simple and none-sexual as a girl's knees be 
sooooo dame HOT??? I mean look at them. I can't even describe 
the way they make me feel, other than the immense impulse to kiss 
them. Girly knees are meant to be kissed right?

Suddenly a round of giggles erupts and in a flash I look back 
towards the road. Was I staring too long? Did they finally notice 
my little perverted game? I didn't really lick my lips watching 
those knees did I. Please tell me I didn't! Then what's all that low 
whispering? They've caught me for sure, I just know it. Whispers 
and giggles have to mean they caught DeeDee's horny old cow 
mommy bathing her lips with her tongue watching a pair of 
fantastic looking white teen knees! I've been caught for sure!

But then why hasn't this vixen removed her legs from the armrest? 
Is she teasing me further? Or maybe this is still all in my mind. I 
don't dare look in the mirror to check what's going on back there. I 
can already imagine the humiliating stares and smirks on their 
faces if they know my sickness.

And what about those thighs? Those long lean thighs that lay ever 
so attractively beyond those cute knees. Can I risk looking at them 
to? Soft, white, flawless teenage thighs demanding my eyes give 
them the attention they so rightly deserve!

I slowly look back down at the wiggling toes, up to the strong 
taught calves, around the perfectly blessed knees and directly to 
the heavenly thighs. But something more heavenly attracts my eyes 
even further...where those wonderful thighs disappear to...the pink 
pair of panties...

"MOM!"

I dart my face forward faster than the speed of light, my face 
flushing blood red. I've just been caught with my hand in the 
cookie jar, I just know it!

"Yes honey, w...wwwhat is it?" I squeak out pathetically.

"You've just passed the Mall! Aren't you even paying attention to 
where you're going?"

"Oh so sorry baby, I was just...ummm...distracted a bit!" I exhale 
the biggest relief of my life. I must be a cat with so many lives. 
DeeDee or the rest of the girls hadn't discovered my stares after 
all. Thank goodness!

But before I even finish turning the van back around those 
wonderful teasing legs retract from my armrest. A sense of 
disappointment and relief wash over me at the same time. Despite 
my luck, I wish I could have enjoyed their presence a little while 
longer, And I didn't even know whose legs I was enjoying.

I pull into the massive mall parking lot and find a spot close to the 
main building. One by one the little angels hop out of the side 
door. One by one those perfect bratty teens make my pussy gush 
and heart thumb as I gaze long fully at them. Not so much as a 
thanks or a goodbye. I'm just a chauffeur to them, a mommy 
chauffeur to teen goddesses.

As the door slides shut I watch them laugh and talk their way 
towards the building, off to do what teenage girls always do at the 
mall, shop and check out boys. And what do mommies like me do? 
They hick up their skirts shove their drenched panties to the side 
and rub the hell out of their puffy pussies! Enough is enough. A 
whole car ride of frustration needs a release and that's exactly what 
I am doing, just like I did the last time I drove these girls to the 
mall, and the time before that, and before that....

I close my eyes and flood my mind with visions of all of them, 
frolicking around in their tiny skirts or shorts, tight shirts, perky 
breasts bouncing, asses swaying, calf muscles flexing and me on 
my hands and knees paying homage to each one of them. If life 
could only be so wonderful.

Suddenly there is a tap on my left window and in a flash my eyes 
dart open and my skirt pushed down. I look around in a panic and 
see DeeDee standing right there with a complete lack of 
expression. My face turns completely white and my eyes grow 
wide.

For 30 seconds we both stare at each other. How long had she been 
standing there? It didn't matter, she knows what I was doing and 
why I was probably doing it.

Then...the smirk. The smirk only a bratty, know-it-all teenage girl 
can give to such devastating effect. Reaching under her skirt, I see 
her lowering something towards the ground. I take short ragged 
breaths as she bends down, shuffling her feet a moment before 
picking it up. Life seems frozen as she opens my door and drops it 
on my lap. She closes the door while I look down and inhale 
deeply at what I see. I look back at her and that cocky smirk is still 
there.

As my hot sexy teenage daughter walks away with the attitude of 
all girly attitudes, I pick up the pair of cotton panties she's left for 
me, and lovingly drop them on my face, where they remain until I 
finish cuming over and over.

Oh and by the way....they're pink!


The End!
Teasing Tormenting Teens

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