"I can't believe we're doing this," Jennifer hissed. "I ought to just let your father take the consequences of his actions."
Dana looked over at her mom whose hands gripped the steering wheel of her SUV tightly as she drove.
"Oh, come on, mom," she said with a big smile. "I'm kinda looking forward to it."
"How can you say that?" Jennifer asked, her eyes wide. She pulled up at the junction and, checking for traffic, took a right, heading out of the Rockway Hills area of Springdale where they lived, and heading North out of the city.
Dana shrugged, the movement making her huge, braless tits jiggle beneath the top of her tight dress, the low neckline showing off acres of cleavage.
"Won't be the first time I've taken on more than one guy at once," she laughed.
"Dana Sampson!" Jennifer cried, looking in shock over at her daughter.
Dana laughed. "Give it up, mom!" she said. "You know what senior year's like at Springdale High. Students hit 18 and it's a free for all." She leaned over toward her mother, her seat belt slipping between the firm mounds of her tits. "Anyway, you can't get all high and mighty -- Aunt Ivy's shown me pictures of you and her in the Blue Yearbook."
Jennifer stared at the road ahead, her mouth open. Alongside the usual High School Yearbook, Springdale High had a traditionally secret second book, the Blue Yearbook, where the hottest students posed for some very risqué photos. Jennifer and her twin sister Ivy had featured heavily in their year's book. In a city and county that boasted a very high proportion of gorgeous, slim and stacked women, Jennifer and Ivy had been among the best looking -- and bustiest -- of their year. If Ivy had shown Dana what they'd gotten up to...
"That was a different time," Jennifer said eventually.
Dana sat back in the car seat. "I get it mom," she said. "You and Aunt Ivy had some wild times, then you got pregnant with me, and settled down with dad. No worries." She reached over and casually placed her hand on her mother's thigh. "But tonight, you might get the opportunity to relive some of those wild times." She moved her hand, pushing the split in her mom's dress to one side and squeezed her stockinged thigh gently. "Only this time, it can be with your daughter instead of your sister."
Dana removed her hand slowly, letting her words sink in.
"I still think we should have let your father take the fall for this." Jennifer said eventually.
Harvey Sampson had married Jennifer straight out of High School and had been a devoted husband and father ever since. He worked hard and was moderately successful, affording them a house in the Rockway Hills area of Springdale, and a comfortable if not particularly lavish lifestyle. His only major fault was his gambling addiction.
He would stay on the straight and narrow for years before falling by the wayside suddenly and needing to be bailed out by his parents. This time, however, they had told him he was on his own. No more handouts; he needed to learn his lesson.
Faced with financial ruin and likely imprisonment, he'd turned to his wife and daughter to help him out. Which was why, a week after a blazing row about his proposed solution and days of cajoling and pleading, Jennifer and Dana were driving to a couple of shacks just outside the Holy Hills Trailer Park. Both of them looked as though they were dressed for a film premiere in black dresses with plunging necklines, splits up the side to the top of their waists, and black hold-up stockings, with their long dark hair loosely tied into a ponytail, all per the instructions of Rocko Milan, leader of the biker gang called The Squad -- and the man to whom Harvey Sampson owed almost thirty thousand dollars.
Rocko had said Harvey's debt would be wiped clean if Harvey's wife and daughter were willing to spend the night with himself and some of his crew.
"So," Jennifer said after they'd driven in silence for almost ten minutes. "Which photos did your Auntie Ivy show you?"
Dana smiled at her mom and drank in her still firm and stacked form. They both went to the gym regularly and that -- coupled with the natural Springdale figure that most every woman in the area had -- meant they could easily pass as sisters rather than mother and daughter.
"Oooooh, I think she showed me all of them, mom!" Dana laughed. "There was the one of you riding some older guy in the wood shop."
Jennifer couldn't help but smile. "Mr Collins, the wood shop teacher. I think he had most of the girls in our senior year at one time or another."
"And the one of you and an old black man? What was that about?"
"Old Tommy the janitor! He was a dirty old man but by God he was hung!"
"What about the one with you and Aunt Ivy on your knees surrounded by a bunch of big dicks, absolutely covered in cum?" Dana asked.
"Mmmm, that was the Hawks, the basketball team from Mason High. We were just showing the visitors a good time before the game." She glanced at her daughter and winked. "Springdale High Stallions won the game."
"Oh my God, mom!" Dana laughed. "My favourite one, though, was Auntie Ivy on her back, you with your face in her pussy, and some guy behind you -- " she paused for effect " -- fucking you in the ass!"
Jennifer laughed at her daughter's words. "Honestly, Dana, that happened so often, I've no idea who that guy was! Believe me, nothing gets guys going like twin sisters fucking each other."
They laughed together as Jennifer drove them out of the city and into the plains that separated Springdale from the Holy Hills and the trailer park, the road climbing steadily.
After a moment or two, Jennifer looked over at her daughter.
"Your turn," she said. "What have you been getting up to that could end up in the Blue Yearbook?"
Dana smiled at her mom. "Sad to say I don't have a sexy twin sister to fool around with -- though I do have a sexy MILF with me tonight." Dana blew her a kiss and laughed.
"Come on, spill," Jennifer said.
"Okay, let's see," she said, ticking items off on her fingers. "In the last couple of weeks, I've been fucked by Father Geffen in the chapel; bought some lingerie from Jay's Sweet Things in the city a few days later and ended up being fucked by Jay herself in one of the changing rooms; got out of a speeding ticket by fucking the two girl cops who pulled me over -- they both had their nightsticks in me at one point! Oh, and starred in a webcam show with my friend Amy and her cousin Lisa, and Lisa's collection of really big toys!"
"My God," Jennifer said breathlessly, "my daughter's a slut and I never realised!" She smiled at Dana. "I love it!"
"Like mother, like daughter, I guess," Dana said. She slid across the seat a little and put her hand on her mom's thigh once more. "So, are you coming round to the idea of having some fun tonight?"
Jennifer checked her mirrors and pulled over on the side of the dusty hill road they'd been travelling along. She switched the engine off and turned to look at Dana.
"I don't care about clearing your father's idiotic debt, but yeah, I want to have some fun with my gorgeous, big titted, slut of a daughter." She leaned forward and slowly kissed Dana, the pair of them opening their lips, tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths.
"God, mom, I really wanna fuck you," Dana said. She reached up and cupped one of her mother's huge tits, felt the weight in her hand, the nipple harden beneath her silk dress.
"And you will, baby," Jennifer sighed. "Tonight and whenever you want to from now on."
She reached out and copied Dana's move, but slipped her hand inside her daughter's dress, gently squeezing her warm, heaving breast.
"Mmmm, lovely big tits," she murmured into Dana's mouth as they kissed again. "Just like mommy's."
They made out a little while longer before Jennifer sat back.
"I guess we better not keep our new friends waiting any longer," she said.
"I guess not," Dana said.
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Twenty minutes later they pulled up outside a couple of shacks, just outside the Holy Hills Trailer Park. One was empty, but from the other came loud music, and lights shone through the thin curtains covering the grubby windows. It was set up off the ground on short stilts and steps led up to a small fenced in porch with the main door.
Stood on the porch, watching Jennifer park the car, was a burly biker in jeans, T-shirt and leather waistcoat, and beside him a younger girl in denim cut-off shorts and a T-shirt that was stretched tight across her big, round tits.
"Well don't you pair look damn fine?" the biker said as Jennifer and Dana walked in their heels across the paved yard. He took a drink from the beer bottle he held.
"Are you Rocko?" Jennifer asked, pausing at the bottom of the steps.
"Sure am," the biker said. "This here's my daughter, Courtney." The younger girl smiled and nodded at them, her blonde hair in pigtails bobbing beside her head. "You Jennifer?"
"That's me," she said. "This is Dana, my daughter."
Rocko looked from one to the other and grinned.
"God damn if you don't look more like twin sisters than mother and daughter," he said. "You agree, Court?"
"Sure do, daddy," Courtney said, staring at them. "They sure are pretty, too."
"Damn right," Rocko said. He finished his beer and tossed it over the side of the porch where it clinked among others. "Come on in. We'll head to my office, discuss the deal, then see where we go."
Courtney opened the door to the shack, the music volume suddenly increasing, and let Rocko walk through. She held it open for Jennifer and Dana as they walked up the steps, then followed them inside.
The one floor building had a short hall leading to a room on the left, which was where Rocko headed, with an open doorway on the right. Jennifer glanced in and saw a crowd of bikers in a makeshift bar with crates of beer and other drink off to one side, a jukebox against a wall, and a dozen or so bikers, men and women, most of whom were staring at her and Dana as they walked past.
"Just follow my daddy," Courtney said, ushering them along.
Dana reached out for Jennifer's hand and together they walked into Rocko's office. A large but simple room with a desk and chair in one corner, a pin board with bills and papers tacked to it on the wall nearby, posters and signs hung on the other walls, a large fur rug and a sofa against the wall opposite the desk.
