"Young lady, smoking on school property is a serious offence, punishable by expulsion. Do realize how stupid you were being?" Mr. Taylor asked. He paced furiously behind his desk as he lectured the student in his office.
Mr. Taylor was the vice-dean at the Rutherford Academy for young women, in charge of disciplinary action and counselling. He tended to do more of the former and less of the latter.
"But, I wasn't smoking! They just found a cigarette in my pocket!" Paige pleaded. She had been the subject of a random search on her way out of class that afternoon.
"And what were you planning on doing with that cigarette, Miss Nixon? Hmm?" Mr. Taylor paused for effect, staring intently at the young girl, then quickly resumed his pacing as he continued: "You would have smoked it eventually, and it would have been on school grounds, because you aren't permitted to leave. And regardless of that, cigarettes are contraband! You know that."
Paige fidgeted in her seat. "Please, Mr. Taylor... Can't you let me off with a warning, just this once?" she leaned forward in her chair. She seemed to be on the verge of tears.
Mr Taylor's eyes flickered to the young girl's cleavage. Her tits were straining tightly against her blouse, pressed firmly together above the open v of her collar. He licked his lips, then quickly snapped back to reality, sighing and falling back into his chair.
"Five demerit points. And be thankful it's not more!"
"Oh, thank you soooo much, Mr. Taylor! You're the best!" Paige enthused, bouncing up and down with obvious elation.
"Yes, yes. Just keep yourself in line, young lady. Now, get out of my sight."
"Yes, Sir! And thanks again!" She hopped excitedly out of her chair, twirling toward the office door. The weary vice-dean's gaze drifted again, this time to Paige's ass as she pranced out of the room.
Paige smirked as she left the vice-dean's office. 'Too easy.' she thought to herself, swaying her hips a little extra for the old man's benefit. As she walked out into the main office, she spotted her mother standing at the visitor's desk.
"Mom? What are you doing here?" she asked, approaching the older woman.
Lilian spun around, and her face grew visibly pale. "Paige! Oh... I... I just needed to take care of some paperwork, dear. Keeping you and your sister in this place requires a signature, every now and then." she stammered.
Paige's brow furrowed. "But... This desk is for incoming visitors, isn't it?" she asked.
Lilian's eyes shifted nervously. She hesitated before replying. "Well, when I visited you last month I forgot to sign one of the forms. I just popped over to take care of it now, since I'm passing through the area."
"Oh..." Paige's eyes drifted to her mother's open bag on the floor. She gaped at what she saw poking out of the top. "Um... Well... can you stay for a visit while you're here, then? I'm sure Bree would love to see you."
Lilian's face grew paler still. "Oh, Sweetie, I can't... Sorry. Another time, though." She turned back to the desk and pretended to be writing something on one of the forms.
"Oh... Alright. Another time." Paige said. "Bye then..."
"Goodbye, Dear." Lilian replied, without looking up from her papers.
Paige left the office, confused and aroused by what she had seen. She started to head back to the dorm room, but thought again, and decided to try out a theory instead. After killing some time in the cafeteria, she made her way to the visitor's wing. A guard sat at the entrance desk, looking completely disinterested in his current assignment.
"Um... Hello." Paige said as she approached the desk. "I should have a visitor here to see me, and I was hoping to go and see her in her room."
"What's the name?" the guard asked dryly.
"Uh... Lilian? Lilian Nixon?"
The guard sighed and got out of his seat, reaching into a filing cabinet for a large, black binder. He thumbed through the pages, and his eyes glazed over it's contents. "You Breanna?"
Paige's eyes widened. She cleared her throat awkwardly. "Er... Yup. That's me."
The guard didn't seem to notice the girl's edgy demeanour. "Says here you're already signed in... It's probably just a fuck up, though, we just switched over... Fuckin' Marv..." the guard grumbled. "Your mom's in room 5B."
"Oh! Th-thanks!" Paige stammered in reply. She headed down the hall toward the visitor's rooms. The guard tossed the binder onto the desk and sat down again, settling in for the rest of his shift.
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"Hurry up, Mommy! I'm dying to see the surprise you brought me!" Bree giggled. She was stretched out naked on her mother's bed, waiting for the older woman to emerge from the bathroom.
"Just a moment, Dear!" Lilian replied. "Be patient!"
A few minutes later, she stepped back into the room, wearing nothing but a silk robe over her curvy frame. She sauntered over to the bed, staring lustfully at her daughter's alluring body.
"Ooo... Mommy's so sexy!" Bree enthused. She got up on her hands and knees, pushing her tits together enticingly with her arms.
Lilian's eyes flickered to the hanging mounds, and raked excitedly over the soft flesh. "Are you ready for your surprise, Sweetie?" Bree's mother asked. Her fingers were gliding teasingly along the robe's sash.
"Yes, Mommy! Please, give it to me!" the younger girl pleaded with a naughty grin.
Lilian slowly untied her sash, letting her robe fall open. She shrugged out of it, letting it pool onto the floor.
Bree's eyes widened as she saw what her mother was wearing. A large purple dildo stood proudly from the older woman's cunt, strapped tightly around her delicate hips.
"Oh, fuck!" Bree exclaimed. She smiled excitedly at her mom. "Put that thing inside me! You want to take my virginity, Mom?"
"Ha! If your a virgin, then this penis is real!" Lilian scoffed.
Bree giggled and leapt from the bed, kneeling in front of her mother. "Ok, fine. Then just let me get a taste of this thing." she said.
Lilian watched curiously as her daughter wrapped her lips around the rubber phallus. She smirked at the girl, finding her actions a bit silly, considering she couldn't feel anything. The sight of her daughter eagerly sucking at her fake penis quickly started to arouse the older woman, however. She bit her lip and slipped her fingers through Bree's hair, holding her face against the thick strap on.
"You like sucking Mama's cock, Dear?"
Bree was slurping at her mom's dildo enthusiastically. The toy reminded her of Melvin, and her pussy was creaming as she remembered the orgasms Paige had given her with him! She pushed herself down hard on the rubber shaft, gagging as it pressed against the back of her throat.
"Oh my God... Sweetie... That's so sexy..." Lilian groaned. She started rocking her hips, fucking the toy wantonly into her daughter's mouth. Her pussy was beginning to leak fluid through the thin harness and down her inner thighs. "You want it in your pussy, now, Baby?"
In response, Bree pulled back, leaving thick gobs of saliva on the purple phallus. She leapt back onto the bed and spread her legs wide, putting her pussy on full display.
Lilian licked her lips and climbed on the bed too. She crawled on top of Bree, and the girl pulled her down into a hungry kiss.
