Ashleys Homecoming Ch 01

It started when Ashley moved back home after having a pretty nasty break-up with her fiancée, the father of her son. Lori, her mother, was quick to offer up our extra bedrooms to her daughter and grandson, I didn't mind them moving in either, except that I lost my computer room and was volunteered to do most of the moving and heavy lifting...but hey, what else are stepdads good for.

Honestly, it wasn't that bad moving her stuff the 20 miles back to our house, being a 20 year old mother she didn't own much besides the furniture we had given her when she first moved out and what she had acquired for her son, oh did I mention the 30 or so boxes of clothes? I never understood how girls could own so many clothes at one time. I am 32, 10 years younger than my wife Lori, and could fit every piece of clothing I had ever owned into a small closet. The amount of clothing she had could, and did, fill a small bedroom leaving little room for anything else.

It took just an hour to load her furniture and household items onto my trailer, just her army of boxes filled with clothes remained, when she offered to cook me lunch for helping her move.

"I really am starved, but to be honest I don't feel like unloading the kitchen boxes just to eat. How about we just grab some food on the way out of town and eat on the drive back?"

"Well I can't even afford a cheeseburger right now" she replied sheepishly, "I was just going to use what I left for the douchebag, I thought he could handle doing the dishes this time since he hasn't been able to rinse a plate off in the 3 years we have been together."

I chuckled at her response and explained I was offering to buy lunch.

"You don't have to dad, I feel like I always ask too much of you anyway."

Wow, dad...I've never been anything but "Drew" to her since I first started dating her mother 8 years prior. Maybe finally dealing with real life problems instead of teenage drama had opened her eyes to everything that I have done to help her out. After a few minutes of discussion she relented and agreed that it would save us time and she didn't feel like spending another minute in this place that reminded her so much of her failures.

We both started grabbing boxes of clothes and piled them into the bed of my truck. Around my sixth trip carrying double stacked boxes out to the truck I stumbled on the crack that split the cement steps leading to her front door, sending the top box crashing spilling it's contents onto the ground. After regaining my bearings, and kicking myself for rushing, I noticed that the box had contained an entire drawer of panties. Thongs, G-string, boy-cut, briefs, just about every kind of panties they make where strewn about like a bomb had gone off in Victoria's Secret. Instantly I was taken back to my first encounter with her panties...

We had just started dating and Lori was living in a small bungalow with her daughter, both of us working nights at the time. Waking about 4 PM I needed to take my "morning" piss, but I found the only bathroom was locked and occupied by Ashley showering after school before she had to be at her job at the local supermarket at 5:00. Knowing she usually camped out in their doing whatever it is girls do in the bathroom I knocked and tried to explain my situation. Surprisingly there was no argument, had to be a first for the two of us as she seemed to view me as a threat when it came to her mother's attention and time, she simply said she was about done and I could have the restroom in just a minute. Though her idea of a minute is not the same as mine, apparently, as I waited for what must have been five minutes before she opened the door and emerged from the steam filled room covered in just a towel. I waited for her to get by me before I ran in and finally found relief for my aching bladder. As I took one of my normal morning pisses that just never seemed to stop I glanced around trying to find something to entertain me as the endless stream splashed in the toilet. That's when I noticed that her clothes where just in a pile next to the tub, a sexy thong on top with what had to be the largest wet spot possible on that small amount of fabric. She must have dropped water on them as she was drying off I thought to myself, only one way to find out I guess...

As I leaned down, trying not to piss all over the toilet, I snatched up the thong and returned my attention to my dwindling stream. After a few last spurts and a quick shake I was finally done, I flushed the toilet and closed the lid (my thoughts on the entire seat up/down debate is this...close the fucking lid, everyone closes it, everyone opens it, and any "spray" caused by flushing doesn't fly around the room contaminating anything it touches) still holding her thong I turned the faucet on to cover my perverted curiosity.

I slowly raised the frilly pink pair of underwear, around the height of my bellybutton I caught a whiff of her teenage pussy juice. God, the aroma in the bathroom was the most wonderful combination of fruity girl shampoo and her earthy musk. I took a deep breath with it pressed against my face and almost fell over, as I pulled it away I noticed there was some of her snail trail glistening in my beard and that was just asking for trouble so, reluctant as I was, I decided washing it off ASAP was the safest option but I didn't want to let go of the pungent panties. I just set them on my now growing cock, with the crotch right on the head of my member. It felt so cool compared to the steamy bathroom air and I was instantly dreaming about fucking her in the shower.

*knock*knock*knock*

I quickly tossed them back on the pile and dried my face off with the hand towel next to the sink and opened the door. If my cock had deflated from the unexpected knocking it wasn't about to go down without a fight, there in front of me was Ashley in only a bra and panties. I was literally speechless, I tried to mumble something but think I just grunted and hurried past her and back to her mother's bedroom.

Lori was still asleep when I entered but I was so revved up by the sight, and smell, of her gorgeous daughter that I just slid the blankets off her naked body and wasted no time diving into her hairless crotch. As I slowly licked up and down both of her outer lips I mentally compared her smell to that of her offspring. They had their similarities but Ashley's was by far a stronger and muskier scent.

"Oh baby that feels great" Lori moaned letting me know that she was indeed awake now.

"What a wonderful way to be woken up, but why don't we get you turned around so I can at least repay the favor?"

Lori was never one to offer up a blowjob so I was not about to deny her the opportunity to suck me off. I stood to pull down my basketball shorts I used as pj's and quickly slid into bed on my back so Lori could mount my face as she blew me. Just before she placed the head of my dick in her mouth I remembered that minutes before I had my helmet covered with the sopping wet thong her daughter had left in the bathroom.

"Mmmm, now I know why you like to eat me out, I taste pretty good."

Oh man, if she only knew she was tasting her daughter's pussy instead of her own.

That had been the only time I had actually sniffed Ashley's underwear while she lived with us, though her fragrance was so strong that it wasn't the last time I had smelled her. Quite a few times there were panties left in the bathroom but I couldn't bring myself to touch them, though, the smell permeated the air so much that it was definitely impossible to not notice now that I knew what to sniff for. There was even a time we were all watching some mushy chick flick in the living room, during one of the many erogenous sex scenes I thought my nose was betraying me as I was sure that I smelled her sex wafting through the air as soon as the central air unit kicked on, the only register in the room being next to the oversized chair she was laying across, her head on one arm and one leg draped over the other arm that was closer to where Lori and I were cuddling on the couch, her other foot propped on the automan with her legs spread just enough to make this position possible without being overly slutty about it.

As soon as the scent registered I glanced over and noticed that she had soaked the crotch of her jeans. It didn't look as if she had pissed herself but there was a distinct silver dollar sized patch of wet fabric surrounding the middle of her jeans where all of the seams meet.

"Someone's getting turned on watching huh?" Lori half whispered as she turned her head back towards me and gave me a devilish grin.

Did she smell her daughter too? Or maybe she had noticed what I had just seen. I glanced down at her snuggled up in front of me while I was trying to wrap my head around what exactly she was referring to, that's when she discreetly slid her hand behind her back and rubbed my cock through my jeans. OK, that made more sense, she had just felt me poking her in the back. I hadn't even realized I was sporting wood but was relieved she hadn't noticed what I had because I'm sure getting turned on by her daughter's leaking pussy would surely be an instant end to our blossoming relationship.

About halfway through the movie Ashley grumbled something about homework and went to her room shutting the door as soon as she entered. Right after she left I started dry humping Lori on the couch, I felt so guilty about being turned on by her teenage daughter but was just unable to control my basic desires. Knowing she wasn't likely to openly do anything with her daughter able to come back at any time I grabbed the throw off the back of the couch and covered our bottom halves. I reached down and started tugging her sweatpants down half expecting to hear one of a thousand reasons why we shouldn't fuck in the living room, but she actually lifted her hips and allowed them to slide down to her knees. She must have been pretty turned on by whatever sappy shit was on the TV because exhibitionism is not her thing, in fact she is basically the exact opposite of that. Holding hands, maybe hugging and a peck on the cheek, that was the extent of her public displays of affection while sober. Drunk Lori could be convinced to do anything as long as she couldn't actually see anyone watching. The way she pressed her hips back searching for my cock with her hungry pussy was something only drunk Lori would do while we were on the couch, with Ashley only having just left the room.

Hungry it was, as I freed my aching cock it took no time for her to accept me and soon I was completely buried inside her warm tunnel. Even though she had naturally birthed Ashley she had a very tight pussy. At only 5'2 and maybe 130bs she was a small curvy woman, not overly thin but not chubby either, she had a nice hourglass figure. Her nice plump ass and thin waist were topped with a just about the best pair of tits I had ever seen. Bigger than a C cup but not quite a D, more than a handful but not overly large, the perfect amount of satisfaction without the natural sag that comes with age and large breasts. I describe her only so you will understand that I am never able to just slide in, even drunk Lori takes a bit of work to sufficiently lubricate her and allow her to accommodate my size. I'm not going to lie and tell you I have a 12" cock the size of a soda pop can, I'm just a hair over 8" and about the width of the cardboard core in a roll of toilet paper. It usually takes a few strokes through her lips and then a minute or two of slow pumping gaining depth every few strokes, now if I eat her out I can get in quicker but it still takes a bit to stretch her enough to allow me to fuck her without hurting her and hearing about it for days afterwards.

This time though I sank right in, as soon as my pelvis bumped her ass she took over and started grinding me like she had an itch deep inside her and it had to be scratched. Looking back I wonder if her daughter's scent had turned her on like it had done to me. To her credit she was able to keep her moans to a low level through her first orgasm. She didn't have the willpower left 3 minutes later when the second orgasm hit her, Lori produced an animal like growl and followed it with a scream of passion as she rode my cock even harder. I was still trying to concentrate on giving her the fucking she wanted but found myself thinking about how soaked Ashley's panties must have been. It wasn't until she screamed my name that I was brought back to reality, Lori was bucking so hard the couch was sliding back and forth on the wood floor into the wall of the living room making a familiar headboard on the wall noise we all know so well.

"Oh! Fuuuck me baby, oh yeah! OMG Drrreeeewww, OMG OMG!"

With all thoughts of Ashley abruptly pushed from my mind I now felt Lori's pussy clamping down harder than it ever had before, milking my cock for anything it was willing to give up. And give up it did, squirting repeatedly deep into her womb. Rope after rope of cum filled her pussy as I had the hardest orgasm since the day I sniffed Ashley's underwear.

"I'm going to have a nice long soak in the tub, I definitely need to unwind after that!" Lori said as she sat up and managed to pull her sweat pants back up, looking back at me she said "looks like someone else needs a bath"

She moved down to the floor, lowered her head and started licking the base of my cock working her way up my shaft before sucking the head into her mouth. Slowly she lowered her head until I hit the back of her throat then she started raising up even slower "I don't taste as good as last time" she said with a little smirk and began to bob up and down on my dick. Looking directly into my eyes she started to take me into her throat, something she has never done before, just a little at first. Then she would pull back and just suck and massage it with her tongue before taking it a little further into her throat. After repeating this about 5 times I could actually see the outline of my dick as it stretched her throat. That was the last straw, soon I was pumping more sperm in her mouth than I had just left in her pussy. She half choked half coughed and ended up with cum and saliva all over the front of her shirt, she quickly stood saying she really needed that bath now.

"Let me hop in there and take a quick piss before you start your bath?" I asked.

"Go for it stud, I need to grab some clean clothes first anyway." Lori said as she turned and went to our bedroom.

I followed her out of the living room and kissed her at our doorway then headed down the hall to the bathroom. Just as I was passing Ashley's door I heard her moan and I stopped, cocking my head to try to hear anything. Waiting for only a few seconds I was rewarded with the sounds of a pretty intense orgasm, some panting, some moaning, more than a few cuss words, a lot of bed squeaking, and the squishing sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. Being one not to miss an opportunity I tried the doorknob but it was locked, not giving up on some kind of post orgasmic interaction with her I asked through the door "You know if your homework is that hard I could give you a hand.", dead silence.

"No, I got it. I just spilled some...uh...nail polish on my math homework"

The smell that filled my nose wasn't nail polish though, it was that beautiful scent that had been the start to two of my hardest orgasms and most erotic sex with her mother...

Now here I am, holding a box of clothes with another open on the ground, and panties covering a 5ft radius in front of me. I could feel my erection straining against my shorts as I relived the past in my mind.

"Don't worry about it, I'll pick them up" Ashley giggled as she came down the steps. I turned towards her as a natural reaction to the sound of someone talking to you. "Holy shit!" Ashley half yelled half gasped, "No wonder mom is always screaming, that thing is probably ripping her in half" With all of my blood being diverted from my brain it took me a few seconds to comprehend what she had just said. I moved the box I was holding away from me and looked down, sure enough I had a huge bulge running down the inside of the leg of my shorts.

"Sorry, not really sure how I can explain this, ash" I finally spit out in a feeble attempt to end this encounter.

"Haha, don't worry. Those are supposed to have that effect on guys, I usually have to be wearing them or at least taking them off"

"Well.. I just... I mean.." I was totally lost and had no hope of salvaging this in any way. Ashley just got to work tossing all her underwear back in the box and folding the flaps so they would stay closed.

"I'll just carry this one." She said tossing it into the cab of the pickup.

"We don't have room in the cab for your boxes ash"

"We wouldn't want to have it fall again and have a repeat performance." She quipped back, looking down and nodding at my still half hard cock.

"Touche" I said as I set my box in the bed of the truck.

The rest of the loading was uneventful, as was our meal on the short ride to our house, but I kept catching hints her musky odor over the smell of our fast food lunch and it was driving me crazy. As we pulled up to the front of the house Ashley leaned over and kissed my cheek, she said "I really do appreciate you helping me, and don't worry, your little performance will stay between us."

I just sat there and smiled, she grabbed her box of underwear and jumped out of the truck, almost running to the front door. That's when I noticed a pair of panties laying in the center of my bench seat, must have fallen out of the box was my first thought. I grabbed them with every intention of stuffing them into another box and unloading the truck as quickly as I could, but they felt strangely cool to my fingers. Looking closer I could tell the fabric of the thong was totally wet, like she'd just taken it out of the washing machine. That's when her scent seemed to win out over the remaining smell of burgers and fries, it had me hard in a split second and sent my mind into overdrive...

The underwear from the box was all clean, I watched her dump her panties into the box before we moved the dresser. The fabric seemed to be the same color I had seen Ashley wearing the many times I had watched her bend over throughout the day, she had the same build as her mother and I would have to be dead to not take in the sight of her bending over every chance I got. Though this pair seemed a bit darker. Could it be darker just because of the wetness? I brought the waist and to my nose and could instantly tell it was her juices that had this thong literally dripping onto my seat. The only questions now were; did she soak them from simply wearing them or had she done something more on purpose; and did she mean to leave them behind.

I glanced around to ensure no one was watching and licked the inside from bottom to top. Sweet Jesus her mother wasn't lying, Ashley tasted absolutely divine. Her mother had a very pleasant taste, it was one I enjoyed and also craved. Ashley's was sweeter, almost like nectar but also had a slightly tangy note to it that mixed perfectly and gave the most wonderful aftertaste.

Just then the front door opened and I quickly jumped out of the truck, stuffing the underwear into my pocket, and grabbing the first stack of boxes I could to hide my erection. Lori and Ashley were almost to the truck as I rounded the back and hurried past them. With three people working on it the truck and trailer were unloaded and everything dumped in her room fairly quickly.

Lori had prepared a Thanksgiving style feast to celebrate Ashley's homecoming which really kept my mind from going over the day's events. Soon we were finished eating and each heading in different directions, Ashley to her room on the main floor, next to the bathroom and across the hall from the computer room which would be her son's room now, Lori headed upstairs to our bedroom that consisted of the entire second story, I headed to the basement where I had my man cave. It was just a recliner, couch, and TV. But it was mine, all mine, except the laundry area, I even had my own full bath which had served both us well, I didn't have to deal with her hair and beauty products all over and she didn't have to deal with my clothes on the floor.