Nineteen years later.
Shelby rolled over and rested her head on one of the breasts she had grown to love so much. Her hand began to play with the opposite nipple while she licked the one closest to her. The nipple grew and she placed it between her lips. A few flicks of the tongue generated the response she was waiting for.
The eighteen-year-old girl felt her lover's pussy twitch below her. She sucked harder on the nipple, her hand clutching at the other breast, kneading it roughly.
"Yes, baby. Just like that."
Lisa knew where this was going. How many times had she cum while her beautiful little girl sucked on her clit like no man ever could? Was Shelby born with that talent? Lisa wondered if this really could be HER little girl.
Shelby was now completely on top of her mother, sucking away at both breasts with lustful abandon. Both women felt their pussies getting wetter and wetter in anticipation of the delight they always experienced when they were together like this. Shelby moved up and gave her mother a long, wet kiss. Their breasts rubbed together, only increasing the couple's desire for each other.
Lisa loved the sensation of Shelby's long, flowing hair around her face when they kissed. She ran her hands up and down her daughter's back, ending with the hands firmly planted on Shelby's cute, round ass.
That's when the girl moved up higher, allowing her mother to gently take a breast and pull it into her mouth. Shelby moaned as Lisa's tongue slid back and forth across her sensitive nipples.
"Harder, Mom. Bite them."
Lisa complied with her child's wishes.
Then young Shelby moved down her mother's body, stopping when her face was between Lisa's creamy smooth thighs. The twenty-one year difference in their ages was not evident anywhere on Lisa's body. Nor could one proclaim to have a greater sex drive than the other. They were equally prolific.
Shelby attacked Lisa's clit with unusual energy this time. It had been almost a week since they had a chance to be alone and both women were eager to cum.
"Let me taste you," Lisa said to her daughter.
Shelby instantly swung her body around so that her pussy was directly above Lisa's face. Seconds later, two tongues were working feverishly on two very erect clits. Muffled moans filled the bedroom as both women got closer and closer to cumming. They had learned long ago not to worry about each other. If they just enjoyed the attention being paid to their clits, they both came at about the same time. And so it was this time.
Shelby may have won, but it couldn't have been by much. Soon, both Shelby and Lisa were in the middle of intense orgasms. Their faces were covered with the juices from each other's cunt. But they didn't mind. It was a wonderful way to get wet.
A moment later, they lay side by side, panting from mutual and multiple orgasms.
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Shelby was a lucky girl. Lisa was only one month pregnant when an auto accident nearly took both of their lives. Shelby certainly would have died had Lisa been closer to full term. Perhaps because of this shared experience the two were very close.
Shelby's father, Frank, never married Lisa. But he lived with the two girls from the very beginning. Shelby was aware of the circumstances under which Lisa and Frank lived the first twenty years of Lisa's life. She accepted the strange state of affairs, loving both of her parents her entire life.
But Lisa was now 39 and Frank was 62. Lisa was very open with her eighteen year old daughter about the troubles associated with being married to an older man. She talked about the frustrations and occasional loneliness, despite her never-ending love for Frank.
Possibly because of this, Lisa paid particular attention to her daughter's love life, always hoping Shelby would find a young man to keep her happy for a long, long time.
"When do you get to see Eric again?" Lisa asked her daughter at the breakfast table.
"Hopefully today. He has to work until noon, but should be coming over after that," Shelby said with a smile. "The problem is I won't be back until two. Will you be here?"
"I can be," Lisa assured her. "Your dad won't be back until tomorrow. I'll try to keep Eric occupied."
"I think Eric really likes you," Shelby said, playing with her eggs.
"Really?" Lisa sounded honestly surprised.
"Yeah. I don't think he's doing it just to get in good with you, either."
Lisa laughed. She ate her toast and gazed out the window. Eric seemed like a good kid—he was a good student, worked long hours and took care of Shelby. And Lisa gave him bonus points for his great body.
"Alright. I'll be here," Lisa said. "But he might have to watch TV until you get here."
After Shelby had left and noon time loomed, Lisa found herself anxious to be able to spend time alone with her daughter's boyfriend. Lisa remembered back to when she was Shelby's age. She felt a twinge of jealousy. How great it was to be free and young and liberated enough to flirt with whomever you wanted, Lisa thought.
She pulled open a drawer in her bedroom dresser and rummaged through it, looking for a particular shirt. She hadn't worn it in ages, but knew it was still around.
"Ahh, here it is," she said with glee.
Lisa held up the sleeveless top, looking down to where it stopped, a foot below her pussy.
"Perfect."
Lisa pulled off her shorts, replaced the cotton panties she had on with a blue thong, and pulled on the shirt over bare breasts. A tingle she hadn't felt in years ran up and down her spine. A few minutes spent ruffling up her hair resulted in exactly the look she was after.
She moved down to the family room couch and waited for Eric.
At 12:15 the doorbell rang and Lisa sprang up to answer it. She tugged at her shirt before opening the door, exposing just a little more of her cleavage and covering another inch or so of her legs.
"Hi," Eric said. Lisa thought it was cute that Eric never called her by name.
"Hi, Eric. Come on in."
Lisa closed and locked the door behind them.
"Shelby won't be home for a couple hours, but you're welcome to stay," Lisa said. Her arms were folded in front of her, highlighting her breasts and lifting up the bottom of the shirt at the same time.
"Oh," Eric said meekly. "If you want me to come back..."
"No. Not at all. Come on in." Lisa led the way into the family room, wondering if the young man's eyes were focused on her adorable ass. They were.
Eric sat in a reclining chair he favored when visiting Shelby. Lisa sat on the couch, her legs pulled up under her to the point where her shirt barely covered her thong. She caught Eric taking one quick glance at her exposed legs, but missed all the other times Eric looked at her while they watched TV and talked.
After a few minutes, Lisa offered her guest a drink.
"Sure. A Coke or Pepsi is fine if you have it," Eric answered.
"Be right back."
Lisa rose from the couch and headed for the kitchen. It was an unobstructed view from Eric's chair to the kitchen cabinets. Hoping that he was still watching her, Lisa opened a cabinet and reached for the upper most shelf. She balanced herself on her toes, feeling her shirt slowly rise up her ass. When she felt confident Eric had a good view of her thong covered bottom, she unhurriedly grabbed two glasses and set them on the counter.
Then, moving into a corner of the kitchen out of Eric's sight, she took an ice cube from the freezer and placed it directly on one of her nipples inside her shirt. She could feel it grow instantly. A couple seconds later she repeated the treatment on the other nipple. Moisture from the melting ice transferred to the inside of her shirt and, soon, the erect nipples were all but visible through the damp shirt.
It was time for the final test of whether this guy really "liked" her or not. Lisa removed the small ice tray from the freezer, held it at eye level, and dropped it onto the kitchen floor. The noise was deafening.
"Oh, shit!" she screamed.
Eric sat up straight. He didn't move at first, but Lisa's second loud profanity caused him to get out of the chair and head quickly for the kitchen.
"What happened? You alright?" he asked as he rounded the corner.
Lisa was on her hands and knees, attempting to round up the individual ice cubes. Eric stared at the sight of her curvaceous ass and attractive legs protruding from her shirt.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm such a klutz," Lisa said irritably, reaching all over the floor for the elusive ice.
Eric joined her on the floor and began searching for cubes. Lisa purposely inched closer and closer to him as they refilled the ice tray with its contents. Eric was now confronted with a view down the front of Lisa's shirt as she leaned over. All but her nipples were visible, and they stuck out prominently behind the wet material.
By the time they were done, Lisa had bumped into Eric twice and was directly beside him.
"Thank you so much, Eric." Lisa leaned towards him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
The young man was surprised, but allowed her to linger. When Lisa sensed his willingness to proceed, she put her hand behind his head and kissed him harder. Their mouths opened and their tongues began to clash.
Wanting to move quickly for fear of losing this opportunity, Lisa took Eric's hand and brought it up to her breast. If he didn't resist now, he was hers.
Eric felt the cool dampness on his palm, then the unmistakable hardness of her nipple. All the teasing Lisa had done...all the pent up desire, made it impossible for Eric NOT to fondle her. He wrapped his fingers around her breast, the thin shirt crumbling within his hand.
Lisa moaned. Eric moved his hand inside the neckline of Lisa's shirt and felt her warm, smooth skin. He searched out her nipple and played with it roughly while they began to kiss again.
By now they were as close as they could get and still leave Eric room to hold Lisa's breast. With his free hand, Eric reached behind Lisa and felt the bottom of her shirt barely covering her ass. His hand slid under and clutched at the supple skin.
The attack on her breasts and ass were too much. Lisa broke off the kiss, tugged at her shirt and yanked it over her head. She and Eric exchanged lustful looks. Then his head was moving down to eagerly take a breast into his mouth.
