It was just too perfect. Just way too damn perfect, hell it was bordering on idyllic. Nick Evercross and father were going away for a week, leaving mother and daughter alone for a lovely 168 hours. Oh how those endless days and nights were going to be filled with throaty moans and heated screams of passion as all sorts of sexual experiments were going to be performed on both Ariel and Judy. But let’s start from the beginning, shall we?
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As both Ariel and her mother waved their good-byes to Nick and Everett Evercross as they pulled out of the driveway, incestuous thoughts were fueling each of their imaginations. As the car barely disappeared over the concrete hill, Judy had already let a hand drift down to fondle and caress the silken and firm flesh of Ariel’s ass underneath that skirt hewn from silk. The hand had then, oh-so-devilishly, maneuvered its way down and up so that no silk was between hand and cheek. A gentle squeeze resulted in a soft moan from Ariel, this being the first time her mother had ever touched her in a sexual way.
The masturbation session of a few days back was still burning in the back of their skulls and had been repeated a few times, but no petting, fondling, or touching had been placed upon the others’ body. With this free week, that was all about to change. Together as one they turned and stepped inside, Judy extracted her hand painfully slow from its position on Ariel’s luscious bottom and retreated to her room with a small wink to Ariel.
“Darlin’, I need to take a nap and get rested for... tonight.” The word “tonight” was spoken in such a sultry tone that Ariel could not wait for their agenda for the evening to get underway.
Ariel nodded to her mother and stepped up to her, kissing her faintly on the cheeks as a hand nimbly raised and cupped one of those full breasts in her teenage hand, squeezing softly before removing herself from her mother, stepping to the couch to sit.
“I can’t wait for tonight, mom. I’m on fire!” Ariel exclaimed, a glance over her shoulder to her mother.
“Me too, Ariel, me too.” Judy whispered, taking one last look at her voluptuous daughter before retreating to her room.
Ariel watched her leave, loving the way those jeans hugged every enticing curve of her mother’s ass. She could not wait to get her hands on it. Of course it was torture to have to wait a few more hours, but she and her mother had planned that a few hours of abject patience would result in a week of fulfilled desires. And just picturing her mother on the kitchen floor once more, fingers slipping into her cunt in rapid fashion as moans ripped from her throat was more than enough for Ariel to place a hand over her dampening crotch, rubbing as she tried to calm her bubbling lust.