LESBIAN SEX: Veronica and Jill romp with sales girl
All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen, regardless of role played.
JILL GREEN'S STORY
After Veronica and I had spent the afternoon enjoying lesbian sex together, we picked our daughters up after soccer practice and returned home. During dinner that evening my eighteen-year-old daughter Megyn commented on how sexy she thought Veronica looked.
"Mom, don't you think Tracy's and Marcie's mom looked really hot today?"
"I-I don't know, what exactly do you mean dear?"
"I mean the way she was dressed with that latex mini and all that, she looked so friggin' sexy . . . and she's really got the body for it too."
"Y-y-yes, I guess she does. I think she works out a lot to stay in shape."
Then Megyn looked me right in the eye as she said, "such a firm tight ass she's got, and those tits, the way they totally destroyed her T-shirt. I
loved
it
.
"
"Y-yeah," I said with dry mouth as I continued to pretend I was actually eating my food. My daughter's talk, and the way she was looking at me was making me uncomfortable.
Megyn lifted a spoon full of vegetables up near her mouth. She stuck her tongue out about three inches to lick teasingly at her food while looking me in the eye. "And her nipples, the way they were
so
fuckin' erect pokin' out her shirt like that made me think she was really turned on about something, y'know. It was so fuckin' porn . . ."
And so it went all through the meal. Megyn kept talking like that, and me . . . I still tried to be the straight-laced mom that I wasn't.
Somehow I managed to get through dinner that night. But I was so turned on by my daughter's talk and antics, that before I could go to sleep I had to masturbate wondering if she was actually thinking about getting it on with her best friends' mom. Did my daughter have the same urges for Veronica that I did?
The following morning I thought that since Veronica did it, I could dress sexy too, besides Veronica and I had sexy plans for the day. So, after breakfast I rushed upstairs to get out of my nightgown and slip on that skimpy skirt I'd purchased at the sex store along with a very tight-fitting T-shirt, and nothing else except a pair of high pumps so I'd be just as tall as Veronica.
As I came down the stairs Megyn was waiting for me dressed in her T-shirt and short skirt with her hair done in a double ponytail. Standing at the bottom of the stairs Megyn looked up at me as I descended. My skirt was so short I assumed she could see my naked, bald cunt, but she made no effort to look away. Instead her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, and a wicked smile creased her face.
Being braless, my ample tits bounced and jiggled under my T-shirt with each step I took down the stairs--and my brazen little daughter kept staring at me not being able to make up her mind whether she wanted to watch my bouncing, jiggling tits, or peek up my skirt to catch glimpses of my shaved, increasingly-getting-wet slit. Reaching the bottom of the stairs with my daughter still there gawking I had to practically rub myself against her to get by to the door.
"God, mom," she said, breathing hotly into my ear. "You look as sexy as Marcie and Tracy's mom, the way you're dressed. That bra-less look is so fuckin' good on you . . . I just
love
the way your tits bounce like you've still got it mom.
"Why, thank you, dear."
Those great big luscious tits of yours." She actually briefly grabbed them, with a giggle. "That I used to
suck
on when I was little. And that sexy mini skirt . . ." She ran her finger along the hem of my skirt. 'You gotta get me one like this."
My knees began to shake as I reached towards the knob of the front door to open it. My God, with Megyn, my sexy, sweet little Megyn standing so close to me the heat of her body practically scalded me, and her sexy talk going right to my pussy.
And all those naughty thoughts swirling through my dirty mind. Forbidden thoughts.
"Mommy, that mini skirt you've got on is so fuckin' porn the way it barely covers your ass." She gave my rear an affection pat sending more waves of forbidden thrills through my body.
"W-w-well, thank you dear," I managed to say again with dry throat. "I thought that if Veronica . . . uh ... Mrs. Vance, could dress like this, I could too."
"Fuckin' A! I can't wait until the twins see how sexy you look today, mom. I'll be so fuckin' proud of you."
It was Veronica's turn to drive that day, so as Megyn and I walked towards her car, sure enough, her eighteen-year-old twins Marcie and Tracy were looking at me the same way their mom was.
Marcie had the window seat in the back, and Tracy who had been sitting by the opposite window slid over right next to her twin . . . well, actually almost in her twin's lap with her face practically plastered against her sister's as they both stared out the window at Megyn and I as we approached the car.
As if leering at me, like the girls were doing, they suddenly both let out a cat whistle which caused my daughter to giggle, but made my face flush with embarrassment. Not so much embarrassment from the slutty way I was dressed, but that the attention from Veronica and her brazen daughters made my pussy hotter than my face.
When I walked around the front of the car to the passenger's side, Tracy had slid back to her side of the car, gotten out, and with a smile on her face, and her eyes glistening with lust while she oogled my body up and down . . . she opened the passenger door for me.
"Good morning Mrs. Green."
"Why, good morning to you, too, Tracy. And thanks for opening the door for me." I placed my hand gently on her shoulder as I stepped by her in preparation to climbing into the car."
"You're more than welcome, Mrs. Green." She placed her hand on my ass.
Not minding that at all, I bent forward to peek into the back seat before taking my own. Veronica's other twin, Marcie, had opened the door for my daughter and was just now sliding in to snuggle up close to Megyn. "Good morning, Marcie," I said as I stole quick, forbidden glances up Marcie's skimpy skirt . . . and then yes, up my own daughter's equally skimpy skirt. And neither of the little sluts were wearing any panties. Which, made my own pussy quiver with desire. Or was it the heat of Tracy's hand still on my butt?
Reluctantly, I completed the process of sitting in the shotgun seat. I turned, to place my ass on the car seat before pivoting my legs inside. This move gave me opportunity to open my legs a bit flashing Tracy a nice view up my own skimpy skirt. Seeing how Tracy was enjoying the view, I paused just long enough to let her drink in the sight of my glistening, horny cunt which was already gurgling with fresh wetness in anticipation of the fun Veronica had planned for the day as well as the antics of our daughters.
As Tracy continued to stare between my thighs, I gave her a smile which she probably didn't see. Anyway, I pivoted my legs forward so Tracy could close the door . . . which took her awhile to do as she continued to stare at me with flushed face, and eyes bugging out—because, of course, the process of pulling my feet and legs into the passenger seat caused my skirt to slide up even higher.
I turned to her mother, Veronica, and said, "Good morning, neighbor."
Tracy got the hint, stopped gapping at me, and closed the passenger door, then climbed back into the back seat next to my daughter who was now sandwiched in between both sexy twins. Made me kind of envy her.
Veronica was wearing heels and hose and brown T-shirt mini (matching her hose) that was hiked up so high that I could see her garter straps all the way up to her panties. She wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples were all erect and poking out the T-shirt from her watching that little drama between me and her daughter.
"Good morning, Jill." She reached over to pat my thigh affectionately. And, the look on her face hinted at all the fun her and I were going to have that day.
On the way to our daughters' school, the girls kept talking about how sexy their moms were, and how proud of them because they weren't afraid to dress so sexily . . .
As they talked I could hear them whispering something about female body parts and giggling. Taking an occasional glance to the back seat I was shocked/delighted/turned on to see them touching each other's thighs casually, and affectionately, as they whispered, talked and giggled. And, of course, I couldn't help but sneak quick peeks up their skimpy skirts.
So, by the time we dropped our daughter's off, I was just about going out of my mind with the dirtiest, nastiest . . . most erotic thoughts I'd ever had. Incest, anyone?
On our drive to the sex shop, I told Veronica everything that had gone on between me and my daughter which made Veronica hot too. She even began playing with herself as I related every single, stimulating detail which only increased my horniness too. Well, okay, I snuck my own hand up under my skimpy skirt as Veronica and I continued to talk dirty.
"I have the same fantasies too, sometimes," Veronica said, "about your daughter, my daughters . . ."
With Veronica and I now openly talking about Mother-Daughter incest fantasies, we were both so worked up and dripping wet by the time we reached the sex emporium that we headed strait for the video section . . . specifically the Mother-Daughter section of the Lesbian section.
There were a pair of nineteen-year-old girls working that day behind the counter, and they both gave us hot looks as we walked in. The little sex pot we flirted with the other day left her friend at the counter and joined us at the Mother-Daughter video section.
There was no one else in the store at the time and so as Veronica and I began to look over the video selection the
click, clack
