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Adultvillage 05 Mother And Daughter

Adultvillage 05 Mother And Daughter

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This is the story of a rejected, just twenty-year-old boy and an overweight, in her view, nineteen-year-old girl meeting in a noisy nightclub, both feeling the world of love and happiness had no place for them. They meet in desperation, vowing not to get too emotionally involved ever again but to just have fun with sex, exploring its possibilities and deviations. The result has created a very open sexual life, which expanded to include old and new friends. They even sustain their own emotional relationship between themselves, built on consent, trust and honesty.

They centre their adult world in Dave and June's city abode as the couple create a circle of like-minded people, and establish a business around their philosophy of open sex and steady emotional relationships. They sell adult toys online and make their own brand of adult films. Life is great until an aggressive police team hounds them out of their city flat. With the help of a member called Poppy, they secured a lease on a small holding to continue their lifestyle. [Adult World 1-26]

The group moved to a farm property near the village of Burntwood, an hour away from the city. Dave, June, and their group did not go unnoticed in Burntwood. The small village, known for its conservative values, was immediately abuzz with gossip and suspicion. Many residents were wary of the newcomers, their unconventional lifestyle clashing starkly with the town's apparent traditional norms. An idealistic lifestyle went well until their aggressor in the police force in the form of a police constable caused them grief in Burntwood, burning their home down and some local young men gang raped one of their members. [Adult Farm 1-25]

This phase of their story sees the self-made family now trying to rise above their adversity to continue building their new world and perhaps bringing at least some of the community with them.

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Emmy had agreed to take Dennis home to meet her parents. A year had passed since the pair had become a couple. Emmy often stayed at the farm. Emmy had agreed at last to take Dennis home to meet her parents. She felt part of the Adult Farm more every day and less like a child of her mother and father. She reasoned that when she was nineteen going on twenty, when her mother was young, at this age girls were married and having babies. Realising her newfound sense of belonging at the Adult Farm, Emmy started to view herself less as a daughter and more as an independent adult. As she approached her twentieth birthday, she began to question traditional expectations of girls her age and started envisioning a future where her identity and choices were not defined solely by marriage and motherhood. Allowing her to explore her own sexual liberation and embrace a more unconventional lifestyle. She found the atmosphere strange at home.

At Adult Farm she was sexually free and had partaken in some interesting sexual diversions, including some mild BDSM, threesomes, other girls, multiple boys including a gang bang or two. She had even indulged in sex with Denny's mother on more than one occasion. At home, she felt too shy about sex to talk about it in front of her parents. Despite her age, she still viewed herself as a child when in her parents' home. She was determined, and now was the right time to break the mould. The buzz around the farm centred around, including as many villages into the fold as possible, it would make the place look a little less strange and like a cult and more like a community. The folks at the farm had more than hinted that Emmy's parents should join them at the farm as they basically practised what the farm was within their own lives. They appear to have an open marriage, just perfect for recruits to the farm. This was defiantly in Emmy's mind when she started on this adventure, she had been encouraged by the farm meeting where they had suggested her parents would be a perfect fit.

However, breaking the mould of her parents thinking and introducing Dennis as her partner to her parents might not be as easy as Emmy anticipated. She could face resistance from her parents, who are set in their ways. They may struggle to accept her unconventional lifestyle and sexual freedom. Additionally, Emmy might have to navigate uncomfortable conversations and judgements from her family, making the process of breaking the mould both challenging and emotionally taxing. Though her mother and father had a sexually tolerant lifestyle in their own relationships between themselves, she anticipated that would not be the same for their daughter.

Emmy regarded the meeting with her father, mother and Dennis as a goodbye to adolescents and hello to adulthood. Before she actually took Dennis to her home to meet her folks, she felt the need to have a one-to-one conversation with her mother. She regarded her mum as much more worldly than her father, although she did not know why. Her mother did know how to handle her dad if he became awkward, and Emmy right now felt she needed support. Her mother and father did not function as conventional husband and wife, as both appeared to be a little sexually unfaithful. It was an open secret that her father was into his secretary Tilly West and rumours around town about her mother's exploits were legendary. Much like the farm really, although held all very secret and not spoke about.

Dad with his dark-haired middle-aged, short but very well preserved, looking fit and ready for anything. Dad had the role of religious leader in the local church, taking that responsibly seriously or so it seemed on the surface. He seemed to attend to his secretaries' needs, plus any other woman in town who needed consoling. He had a reputation among married women. It was like they needed to bed him to maintain their own social status in town, not the other way around.

Her mother was an artist, mainly into painting and drawing, but she dabbled in most art, including sculpture. Mother had a studio at the back of the house, across a small courtyard. When she had first had the studio commissioned, she had insisted an alarm be set up so that when in the studio she could tell when people leaving the house could be heard approaching the studio.

The warning made it viable for her to leave the large studio glass windows open, allowing lots of natural light through the room. The beauty of this arrangement from her perspective meant that if she happened to be indulging in sexual activity with her client, they had time to disentangle before any intruder arrived. On many occasions, the alarm at the door to the court yard saved her from an embarrassing incident.

"It's for the privacy of my clients. When I am painting nudes and semi-nudes, we are made aware when an interloper is about to arrive. The signal means my subjects can cover up prior to being intruded on." she would tell anyone who asked why the need.

"Hi mum what are you up to? I am a little early, but I brought wine." Emmy made her announcement as she entered the room.

"You caught me taking a break, a wine sounds great baby doll." Said Nancy Perelman. " I didn't hear the door baby doll." Nancy was scrambling to appear a normal mother tidying her studio, albeit in the nude.

As she sprung up from her reclining position, her legs spread out on the brown leather chaise lounge by the bay window opposite the door. She sounded a little squeaky, as if she had been in some sort of dream. Emmy thought she saw her mother covertly move something out of sight. She appeared to place an object between her resting place and the windows out of Emmy's sight. Emmy wondered if she was hiding something like a cigarette or perhaps a joint, but she discounted that with a discrete sniff of the air. What was it?

"You should lock the side gate when wearing your birthday suit." Emmy said with as much lightness in her voice as she could muster.

"Must have been the gardener." Said mother in a high pitched nervous squeak.

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"Distracted was he Mum?"

Nancy felt the red moving up her neck to her cheeks. "What are you inferring? Pour the wine and stop the cheek, young lady. I will put my smock back on."

Emmy saw this as an opportunity to become just another adult in her mother's eyes. The gift of wine was one step, but sharing her mother's freedom in nudity was another gigantic step.

"You don't have to dress for me ma, it's hot. I will drop my gear. I only have my sun dress on, anyway."

She slipped her brightly coloured sun dress down her body slowly, revealing her perfectly manicured and waxed pubic area. A blonde, perfectly trimmed arrow of pubic hair pointed to a barely open slit, moisture glistening with a tiny amount of anticipation pre-cum. She turned around with her back to her mother as she stepped completely out of her clothing. Her time making movies had taught her the sexiest of poses. She selected the one that aroused her the most. Flinging the dress in the corner, she spread her legs slightly as she remained bent over, revealing her rear end and a bald peach to her mother. The thought of what she was doing should have made her nervous, but it didn't. She felt empowered. Over the last year, she had learned how to titillate another human, no matter what their sexual persuasion. Throughout her journey of self-discovery and sexual exploration, she had embraced her desires and found empowerment in expressing her sexuality. No longer bound by societal expectations or judgements, she revelled in the pleasure and confidence that came from embracing her own body and desires. Emmy had grown accustomed to feeling empowered and confident in her sexuality. She learned to embrace her feelings and use them to her advantage. She was no longer scared of exploring her sexuality, but embraced it and found it a source of pleasure and empowerment.

At work in the grocery store, that nineteen-year-old young woman appeared conservative, arriving in her mother's studio and finding her mother spread eagled on the chaise lounge flipped the switch between conservative Emmy and sexually empowered Emmy.

Nancy stood and watched her daughter execute the perfect porn pose. Legs slightly spread, her butt cheeks just parted, revealing a perfect anal knot, and a perfect bald slightly split peach. She gasped as her baby girl turned into an incredible adult sex siren.

"You had better stand up and face me honey before I lose control. If I was a boy, you would be full of me right now, without hesitation.

"You like then mother, if you want to you can touch, after all I am yours. You are mine, we have seen each other all our lives, as we have grown we have shared our personal selves, you have taught me. This is just another step in that evolution."

"Did you come here today to fuck your mother, or is it a spur-of-the-moment thing??" As if to change the subject her mother asked. "The landing strip and waxing are extremely fine work, the work of an artist. Did you do that baby doll?"

"No mum, that is the work of Maddie the Farms Beauty consultant. She is excellent and you feel perfectly safe with her and she does amazing things for both men and women. I mean, as a beautician you understand, or though she is pretty good with her libido, I know that from personal experience? To answer your question, I came here to work on becoming a new version of us, whatever that means. I am not about to be someone other than who I have grown into. I am not the cute baby running around with only a nappy, I am not the eight-year-old going to girl guides, nor the pimply faced high school girl who worked in the IGA, I am the adult Emiliana Perelman, you and dad's daughter yes and the person you grew me up to be. If you don't like it, I will go."

"Don't be offended baby doll, it was just a shock. All of a sudden, it happened so quickly, I never expected it. I don't know just a shock."

Emmy had turned to face her mother and stood naked among the paintings and drawings of dressed and partly undressed men and women that hung on the walls and adorned the scattered easels within her mother's studio. Emmy thought her mother did very little else other than the human form. She wasn't big on still life and landscape drawings. Any individual painting or drawing wasn't sexy, but standing among them herself undressed as was her mother it had become hugely sexually charged.

"Stop calling me Baby Doll, and call me Emmy like everyone else, or if you want a pet name call me slut daughter, because in some eyes I am."

Her mother put on a broad smile, and looking at her daughter straight into big blue eyes she said. "Slut daughter, get two glasses of wine for a toast and put the bottle in the bar fridge if you can fit it. Then return here I am going to see if you live up to my standards of a slut daughter."

Emmy's heart did a skip, the day seemed to get brighter, the birds seemed to sing louder, her feet felt lighter. She remembers a time in the middle of the local store where she now worked her mother said.

"Remember Emmy our vaginas are very precious things. The lining is a mucous membrane. The skin is quite delicate. That's why the hair is there, to protect it like a forest around the honey trap. It protects pussy from the rigours of everyday life, keeps pussy safe from the rough and tumble, if you know what I mean. Having said that, when we are naked in front of our man we want to look our best and men love the look of a naked cunt. We must make our choices and keep it clean and yummy at all times."

"Do you remember giving me a lecture as a high school girl about keeping my pussy clean and yummy at all times?" She asked her mother as she bent to put the wine bottle in the fridge."

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"Now you mention it I do, so that's a piece of advice you clearly took my slut daughter."

"Yes, it is my slut mother."

"What about birth control? I haven't detected you getting it here in Burntwood?"

"No, you haven't. That's because I get them through Doctor Igala the farm doctor. She prescribes and brings them when she visits."

"You have a doctor at the farm?"

"Yes, she deals with any sexually transmitted issues, as well as general health. It's all part of the service. Oh, and after she takes my blood pressure, she leaves the sleeve on and then gives me a tonguing to see what my orgasm blood pressure is. All part of the service you know."

"Yuk I am glad my doctor doesn't do that. The old cote he would probably expire. I do like exciting him during the examination by exposing him more than I need to. Now hand me that glass. It is time to toast a new beginning between mother and daughter." Nancy Perelman took one of the glasses of wine from her daughter as she threaded their arms, each drinking each other's drinks.

"Ooops I spilt some." Emmy said as she tried to sip the glass her mother fed her. Her mother broke the embrace and immediately went about licking the spilt wine from her daughter's chin, then neck, then breast." When she had cleared it up, she said. "Waste not want not young lady."

They touched and kissed each other as they sipped their wine. It was uncomfortable and strange. Nancy finally pushed Emmy towards the couch, moving herself to lie flat on the couch with the small cushion behind her head and her legs splayed. She had disposed of her wine in one gulp.

"Come here Emmy, plant pussy on Mummy's face." Said Nancy.

Without a word, Nancy positioned herself over her mother's head and bent down to the bald vaginal area of her mother. She was about to lick when she found what her mother had scrambled to hide when Emmy surprised her by arriving without tripping the alarm. It was a dildo with a long spiral shaped clear soft plastic shape that increased in girth the closer it got to the thumb ring at the thickest part. Designed for the user to use the thumb ring to twirl the device while being inserted, steadily enlarging the orifice. Emmy didn't hesitate. She retrieved the device, soaking it in her own saliva before inserting it into her mother's.

"You are a naughty woman. You were masturbating when I arrived," said Emmy.

"Guilty, in fairness that was when I was expecting Baby Doll not a slut daughter. I would have just continued if the slut daughter had arrived." Said Nancy, before planting her mouth back over Emmy's sex.

Emmy worked the clear plastic corkscrew-shaped dildo inside her mother's vagina. Twisting it slowly as it entered, she moved it in until it disappeared, leaving the thumb ring with her forefinger out of her mother's vagina. Slowly, she worked it out again and restarted the process. Mother stopped munching and groaned before returning to her duties with her daughter. Emmy felt as if she had finally become a woman in her mother's eyes. The dildo twisted deeper into her mother's wet crevice, the noises from her mother becoming louder, as her mother's hips thrust upwards as if to take even more of the hard plastic dildo. Emmy could feel her mother's tongue delicately flicking her clit as two fingers plundered her hole. Mother had not stopped there, mum had her thumb deeply working her daughters carnal valley.

With her tongue, Emmy skilfully pleasured her mother by sensually licking her dripping outer lips and teasing her clit. Emmy's fingers worked their way inside her mother's arsehole knot, causing her mother to moan and arch her back. Emmy's hand was a blur as she twisting the dildo in and out. Her tongue continued to stimulate her mother's clit. Her mother's orgasm was intense and Emmy felt a sense of pride as her mother's body quivered and shook. Mother's body tensed up and trembled as she came, and Emmy's own orgasm was intense, leaving her trembling and sopping wet. Her mother filled the room with her screams and moans of pleasure. Emmy couldn't hold back as pleasure flowed through her body.

They lay on their backs side by side on the chaise lounge. The leather around their middle and thighs was wet and sticky. The smell in the room was the distinct woman's sex odour. It served as a reminder of their just intimate encounter, a lingering scent that lay evidence of their intense shared passionate encounter.

"Pour us another wine Emmy. That last one seemed to work really well, and I'm up for a second round if you have the time." Said Nancy, breaking the silence of the room.

"Come up mum, and I want to talk to you about me and Denny." Said Emmy as she moved toward the small fridge in the studio kitchenette.

"What about him?" You getting married? You pregnant? You fell out with him? Oh, I know you don't like men anymore."

"No, mum none of them shut up and have a drink of wine while I get my phone and fill you in," Said Emmy as she moved to where she had flung her sun dress and bag.

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