I gazed out the window watching the snow flakes tumble from the sky. How I wished it wasn’t storming. Stephi was coming home for the Christmas Holiday and I found myself anxious to see my daughter again. A smile came to my lips remembering our time spent together during the summer. We had developed a special kind of relationship. We had spent the remainder of the summer exploring each other completely, mind, body and soul. Just thinking of her delicious pink cunt made my own ache with need. Shaking my head I moved away from the window and moved into the kitchen thinking keeping busy would help pass the time until she arrived.
As I stuffed the turkey with stuffing I could not help but imagine stuffing Stephani's sweet cavity with my own tiny fist. I had thought so much of how we would spend our time together and my body almost ached with need and anticipation. Imagine my surprise when I had gotten a call from her this morning asking if it was ok to bring her roommate home for the holidays. At first I felt a great disappointment because I wanted her all to myself. Would all my holiday plans be ruined? Then I remembered that Tara had introduced Stephi to her desires for other women the possibilities of an exciting weekend increased. Again I was looking forward to this visit very much. Since Summer I had purchased a few new toys and had kept them tucked safely away in my dresser drawer just for this occasion.
From an online catalog I had found a vaginal spectrum like they use in a doctors office when doing a female exam. I had spent many nights masturbating to the thought of those cold clamps stretching my daughter's walls wide. Among my other purchases was a ball gag that would look lovely in her hot slutty mouth. I had also ordered a leather crop as well as adjustable nipple clamps that had heart shaped weights to attach for added pleasure. Covering the now stuffed Turkey I remembered, my latest purchase was made as an afterthought once finding out Tara would be joining us.
I heard the car pull into the driveway. Washing my hands quickly I found myself almost running to the door. Flinging it open there she was, so beautiful in her youthful perfection. My arms reached for her, drawing her to me, my lips boldly finding hers. There was nothing motherly about the way our lips met and crushed together. My daughter knew without a doubt it was her Mistress now who drank from her mouth. For a moment it was as if no one else was there as we embraced and ground our bodies together. Then as if in unison we pulled apart and I turned to look at Tara, "Hello, I am, Deb, I'm so glad to finally meet you."
Tara seemed almost cold in her greeting to me. I was puzzled for a moment but then once I realized that she felt threatened by me, another dominant woman I had to smile. I would be sure and take care of that right off the bat. This was my home and there was only one Mistress. Me.
The two girls, with bags in hand, entered the house. I noticed the subtle differences between them, my daughter petite and blonde with long flowing strands that tumbled down over her heart shaped ass. Tara was a beauty in her own way. She was dark skinned, Perhaps Asian.? I could not be sure. She was short yet her build was stocky. Not overweight. Her breasts were small and barely a handful for my own small hands I was sure. The swell of her hips a beacon that she screamed she would look lovely splayed wide open. Her lips were thin and her chocolate eyes seemed to speak of unknown depths. The contrast between the girls was sharp yet complimented each other as well.
I had been lounging all day and had chosen to wear just an oversized shirt of one of my male friends and white anklets with nothing underneath. I had allowed the girls time to settle into their rooms and was puttering in the kitchen when they Stephi entered. She had changed into a short/tank pajama set and I could see by the way her nipples peaked and strained against the filmy material my baby girl was thinking like her mother. She lifted a piece of celery and began to chomp and we laughed and talked about things in general, just mother and daughter enjoying each other's company. I laid on the counter top a variety of vegetables to be prepared for dinner tomorrow. There were cucumbers, carrots, celery, small cherry tomatoes, pickles and olives. My daughter moved around and hopped up on the counter so she sat beside me while I worked. Her slender thighs were slightly parted and I could not help but sneak a peak at her pink pussy. I looked up and caught her staring at me. I smiled. My eyes holding hers as I reached out to let the soft pads of my fingertips slide along her inner thigh to her crotch. Anxiously I pushed one of my slender fingers into her tight canal. She moaned softly and softly whispered. "mom" I moaned too as my finger began to fish around in her juicy twat. It was so tight and I couldn't help withdraw my finger and press it into my own mouth. MMMM she was sweet. I longed to bury my face in her sweet cunt and feast eagerly.
I had moved now to stand between Steph's open thighs. My fingers finding her cunt once more, this time inching two fingers inside. I finger fucked my baby girl slowly, her moans so sweet and pliant. My own cunt was juicing down my inner thighs. With my free hand I gently guided my baby back so she now lay atop the counter. Trembling fingers pulled down her shorts and she obligingly opened her legs wide. I caught the scent of her snatch and I thought I might cum right there. My fingertips found her cunt lips and gently spread them. Lowering my head until my tongue strokes along her juicy slit. She was whimpering softly now while my tongue explored, drawing painfully slow circles around her clit until I felt her hips lift, her delicate body stiffened and soon I was milking her cum into my hungry mouth. Moaning I shoved my face into her snatch tighter until she collapsed back atop the counter panting.
Pulling back I glanced at her and smiled. So beautiful she was, Her cunt wet with cum, covered in soaked blonde curls, I tasted her on my lips and felt her cum as it dried tightening on my chin and nose. Stephi was kneading her tits and writhing on the counter. My baby girl was hot. I smiled and dipped the tip of my finger into her snatch. Swirling it around and around in the opening of her hole so wet. My gaze landed atop the vegetables to the side. Leaning over Stephi I plucked at one nipple and told her to keep playing with her titties. Mom would be right back.