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Oct 29, 2015

Girl's Circle {lesbian/incest}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


"There we go. All stretched out and ready for when daddy gets home."

“Is something wrong Jenny?” mom asked one of her friends.

“No,” she started. “I’m just grateful it wasn’t Bill’s night,” she then said. “I can’t stand hearing that boy whimper,” she ended.

“Liar,” mom’s other friend said. “Every time it’s his night, I hear you making Paul whimper himself when you get home,” she said before I heard her taking a sip of her drink.

“I never said I didn’t like it,” Ms Walis explained. “I said I can’t stand it. Do you know how hard it is to keep myself from running home to nail my husband?” At this everyone laughed.

“Oh dear,” the other one said as I started to lift my head off the floor.

“What is it Margret?” Mom asked as she now stood up.

“I think I just wet your couch again,” she said a little hesitantly.

“Tea, cum or piss?” Mom asked her. I turned to look in their direction as I slowly sat back on my throbbing pussy.

“Ahmm, cum,” she said quietly.

“You know what that means,” she told her. I looked on as Ms. Latch put her cup on the side table and knelt down in front of mom with her mouth open. As mom was slipping the wet dildo into her mouth I saw Ms Walis move.

“She lied,” I soon heard her say. “The couch isn’t wet at all. She lied,” she said with a laugh. Mom held her hair and pulled her back off the fake dick. Her face was a little wet with tears after having to deep throat that thing.

“You could have just asked me to fuck you Margret,” mom said.

“It would sound like she’s a lesbo then,” Ms Walis said as she stood. “I on the other hand don’t care.” She pulled off her pants and folded it into a pillow that she then sat back down on to watch and enjoy the show that she hadn’t expected to see.

“Give her your clothes Margret,” mom said to the lady kneeling in front of her. “Off to bed with you young lady. You know your father likes to find you in bed when he gets home late,” mom reminded me.

“Yes mom,” I said as I stood. My panties fell to the floor so I just bent and picked it up before walking towards the stairs bare assed and dripping. Mom didn’t make me cum. She almost never did. She made me tell her when I was getting close so she could stop.

“When was the last time you were screwed Margret?” Ms Walis asked behind my back. “I’m so happy I have my Paul.” was the last thing I hard any of them say before Ms. Latch screamed out with mom’s first push into her.

Mom likes to open you up hard and deep on her first thrust. I rubbed my clit a little as I walked into my room remembering how she did me a few minutes ago and how daddy was going to get my insides all wet when he got home.


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