Chapter 2 -
Jeannie
...wherein the best is made of a tight spot, a new school-day awaits after a poor night of sleep, and a party leads to unexpected delights.
Even over the loud spray of water, Vicki could hear the glass shower door thump shut behind her. Understandably startled, she was about to turn around when she felt the familiar and reassuring soft, small hands of her lusciously busty mother as they began their tender voyage all over her taut upper body. As Jeannie began to casually massage her even more stupendously stacked daughter's thin waist and smooth back, Vicki quickly relaxed and supposed that she didn't entirely mind that her mom had snuck up on her in the shower just as she was about to give her unnaturally sensitive, four-inch long, two-inch thick, rubbery nipples the soapy jacking of a lifetime. She had to admit that her mom's travelling hands on her wet skin underneath the hot shower stream felt remarkably good, as her curvy young body was still tingling after her orgasmic eruption in the car earlier. If it weren't for a few nagging thoughts, she would have been more than happy at that point to place her hands on the tile wall in front of her, drop her head directly under the heated water, and allow her always gentle, always loving mommy to explore, knead, and feel up as much of her exquisite teenage body as she wanted.
However, she mulled, they had never showered together before, which Vicki was now considering an unfortunate oversight on both their parts as her mom used her right hand to slowly trace a finger up and down the middle of her back, while she slid her left hand, palm down, back and forth, underneath Vicki's immense left breast to massage where it rose off against her slim torso. Furthermore, Jeannie's words lingered in her mind as Vicki couldn't quite figure out what she meant.
What
couldn't she wait for? Most notably, there was the tiny issue that as Jeannie moved closer to Vicki within the confined stall, it wasn't just her mom's heavy, plump tits with their deep red, rock-hard, inch-long nipples that began throbbing and bending against her soaked, nubile body; the wide head of Jeannie's massive cock had made itself comfortable right in the tight curves of Vicki's supple, curvaceous ass, pushing against the sensitive, velvety skin just above her pink backdoor.
Turning her head to the left so her sweet mother could better hear her over the water spray, but otherwise still remaining in place, not seeing any immediate reason to adjust her position, Vicki asked, "Hi Mom, is...
mm
...is everything okay? And, um, just so you know...
hnn...
someone's getting a
little
too friendly down there."
At that, Jeannie let out a panicked
"Ohmygosh"
and quickly jerked her hips backwards, popping the tip of her half-erect cock from Vicki's perfectly round backside. Once clear of her daughter's ass, she removed one hand from Vicki's wet skin, raised her cock until it lied flat against her stomach, and took a half-step forward until her pelvis pressed flush against Vicki's warm, wet butt. With her body now securely nestled against her daughter underneath the hot shower stream, Jeannie let go of her meaty penis, and allowed the base of its thick shaft to comfortably rest in the firm upper cleavage of Vicki's perky behind.
"I'm
so sorry
baby girl, I didn't mean for that to happen, I was just trying to get nearer to you so I could massage you better, I...god, I didn't even notice! You know how hard it is for me to keep this thing under control. Please don't be upset with me, my beautiful baby girl!"
Jeannie tightly gripped Vicki's body where her hands had then been placed; specifically, low on her daughter's right hip and flat across her trim navel between the wide swells of Vicki's full, glistening, dripping boobs, where she had been casually running the tip of her middle finger around the shallow indentation of her big-titty daughter's cute belly button. Vicki could tell that she was bracing for an angry command from her surely upset and inexcusably violated high schooler to remove her hands, get the hell out of the shower and leave her alone.
Vicki simply smiled at her mom's panicked apology about, of all things, inadvertently jamming her oversized, swelling penis into her spectacularly well-endowed daughter's equally stunning backside.
"It's
okay
, mom, don't worry. I mean, it didn't feel
terrible
or anything, but um, I could actually feel it pulsing as you were getting harder, and uh, I was afraid that if you took another step forward, it was going to slip down right into my, well..."
Dropping her hands entirely from Vicki's soft, ever-squeezable body, and sounding like she was about to sob, in a low voice Jeannie muttered, "No, no, oh god, what was I thinking...I know this shower is barely big enough for one, let alone the both of us."
"I think you mean the three of us," Vicki joked, looking back and below her mom's gigantic breasts towards Jeannie's still-thickening and still-rising cock, which was now sliding up the small of Vicki's back as it grew longer and thicker still, pulsating with Jeannie's every heartbeat.
She guessed it was, at the moment, about three inches wide and a good eleven inches long. Having had seen her mom fully aroused almost daily, she knew it still had a bit to go before Jeannie would become completely erect, a vision that had kept Vicki's mind whirling during many a dreary study hall. She couldn't actually see her mom's pussy lips or her cute pink clit from her angle, but her mom's enticing female parts would have been blocked from her view anyway by Jeannie's two completely smooth, peach-colored, softball-sized testicles, each almost always filled to capacity and heavy with extra-thick, creamy white spunk.
As these two big-breasted, raven-haired beauties hadn't worn any substantial clothing around the house for years, Vicki was more than familiar with what her mom had hanging (or more likely, sticking up from) between her legs, so that her overly-endowed mother also happened to be stupendously well-hung had become mostly a normal part of their day-to-day together. Sure, Jeannie would drip precum
everywhere
if she wasn't paying attention, and probably at least once a day she accidently smacked her cock somewhere on Vicki's nude body as they moved around the house. But it was part of who her mom was, quite a substantial part, and Vicki could never even begin to imagine her mom without that tantalizing, extra-lickable cock, just as Jeannie would surely never picture Vicki without her humongous bouncing boobs, each unmistakably topped with a vastly oversized and wonderfully tender nipple.
Vicki considered herself ridiculously lucky to have such an extra-special, one-of-a-kind mommy and it only enhanced the devotion and love she felt towards the caring, wonderful woman who had always done anything she could for her baby girl. Still, Vicki was only human, specifically an overdeveloped teenage cupcake with a libido turned up to twenty, so it would be a lie to say that the constant, combined presence of Jeannie's big, heavy, constantly-jiggling tits (that young Vicki had hungrily nursed from, for what some would say was way too long), Jeannie's elephantine, cream-filled cock (that Vicki had to keep herself from running her fingers over as they relaxed on the couch together), and Jeannie's beautiful, naturally smooth, deliciously kissable pussy (that Vicki longed to explore as deeply as she could with her long tongue), had no effect on her lusty thoughts and dirty desires.
"Oh hush," Jeannie chided.
Encouraged slightly by her daughter's light-hearted mocking, but also having had enjoyed watching Vicki's eyes as they leisurely took in the prodigious length and cunt-breaking width of her big, proud mommy-dick, Jeannie gave her busty little girl a hard, playful smack on the bottom of her butt, causing a surprised Vicki to gasp, her enormous tits to bounce and the firm upper curves of her succulent ass to tighten around her mom's cockshaft as she swiftly rose up on her tiptoes. Jeannie and Vicki both had learned from many earlier and more intense spankings when Vicki had misbehaved just how sensitive her soft young behind was, a fact that Jeannie never tired of exploiting.
Sighing, she planted a tiny sweet kiss on each of her daughter's tan shoulders and said, "I'm sorry baby, I shouldn't have barged in and interrupted your shower. I'll meet you back downstairs when you're done."
She paused.