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Author's Note:
I am thirsty. This should not be a shock to anyone considering that I write erotica, but my more recent stories are long, complex, character-driven pieces that culminate in sex rather than being based around a plot that enables sex to happen often. In my stories, sex is the release of tension, so it can only happen so often if I'm keeping the plot paced the way I want. But I'm also thirsty.
I was thinking about the cast of characters I've amassed over the years I've been writing, and I realized that while I'm super pleased with where I ended most of those stories, I intended for those relationships and those characters to continue to live on in the minds and imaginations of readers. I intended for those characters to fuck, a lot, so there is room for me to resurrect some of those pairings and explore more of the sexual dynamics I worked so hard to set up. What's the point in laying a good foundation if you're not going to rock the house from time to time?
So here we are. The following piece takes place within the world of my story Fetish. I think that reading that story first would probably improve this, but I don't think it's strictly necessary. If you're going to follow/favorite this story, be warned that the subsequent entries will be as varied in theme, content, and sexuality as my stories are. There will be queer content, straight content, light content, dark content; all of the contents! Anything I find hot is fair game, and my list of kinks is practically infinite. You can expect that most of the pairings will be from my more recent works, things I've written since the start of 2019, as that was a real turning point for me, but there will definitely be some older characters making a return to the page. I will produce entries into this series irregularly, as I see fit, so don't hold your breath for more. Just enjoy them as they are, as little bonus touches.
Bon appetit!//
Dana was in home room, just before seven thirty, when her phone went off the first time: an email, a notification of activity in a thread she was following. It brought a very small smile to her lips, one she was doing her best to suppress completely, but it made her heart race. Erin, her daughter, was probing her. She licked her lips and thought.
No matter how excited and bright-eyed her third grade classes might have started the year, they were always a bit less enthusiastic in the late spring. Whether it was the approaching summer break, the fact that they were usually out playing later due to extended daylight hours, or they were just plain sick of hearing her voice, it was easy to get them to go along with a movie. That left her in the back of the room, seated behind everyone else, with the lights off and her phone.
Erin had sent two updates to their shared roleplay thread and, clever girl, neither one required her to respond right away. There was room for her to respond to the second one, and she noted that the two posts were an hour apart. Dana had about thirty minutes from the start of the movie to get her first response out, or else she'd wait to see what her daughter was going to add.
Their long-running roleplay, locked to just the two of them as active contributors, was more than just an outlet for their shared passion when they weren't together; it was Erin's signal flare. Her HRT had made her sex drive a bit unpredictable, and it was hard for her to be ready to go at a moments notice. Dana was also pretty sure that the fact that her daughter was so hung, nearly the size of her own forearm, didn't help. It had to take a lot to get a clit that long and that thick hard enough, and so Dana carefully crafted a quick response. It was flirty, suggestive in all kinds of ways, and more than anything highlighted what an absolute size queen she was.
Which was true in real life, as well.
By the end of second period, she had watched through a movie on the water cycle and gotten the class to break into groups for an impromptu experiment involving dissolved solids. In that time, she'd sent three posts to their thread, and Erin had sent back four replies.
***
"I have to cancel," June said, as she sat down across from her at lunch.
Dana's first instinct was to reply '
well that's convenient'
, but she composed herself, put on a bit of a pout, and nodded. "Something come up?"
The older woman rolled her eyes. "I've gotta see my ex tonight. I'm not gonna be in a mood for anything fun after that."
Under other circumstances, June cancelling their plans for a threesome so close to the actual event would have left her a little bent out of shape. They took care of the bulk of her sex drive, filling in whenever Erin wasn't able to, but that wouldn't be the case this time. Dana was polite, asked follow up questions, and made eye contact, but behind her eyes she was composing the next response as well as thinking about later. She thought that maybe tonguing her daughter's ass would be a good opening move.
***
Erin was upstairs when Dana came in the door, and they began their quiet routine. Blinds were closed. Curtains drawn. Erin connected her phone to a bluetooth speaker in her room, and put on a playlist while Dana turned on the TV in the den. She could always hear Erin working her way through the rooms upstairs, floorboards creaking ever so slightly, here and there. It was a sign, albeit an indirect one, that they were on the same page.
It wasn't something they'd ever talked about or planned out, but had developed organically as they adjusted their routines. Their house was close to the street, and there wasn't much space on either side between their house and the neighbors. If they wanted to fuck and not get caught they had to be careful, and they definitely wanted to fuck.
Dana had a whole plan. She'd been thinking about it all afternoon. She was going to rim her daughter until her tongue felt like it was going to shrivel up and fall off. She'd have Erin bent over near the bed, so that she could reach between her daughter's legs and stroke her off. Then, periodically, she'd pull that big clit back between her legs and try like hell to swallow it while fingering Erin's ass.
She wanted to get Erin off. She wanted to take off a little of the pressure, so that Erin didn't worry about performance anxiety. She wanted to swallow the fucking thing, for once. She wanted to get Erin so worked up that she could go for a second, third, or fourth time, all of which were possible if she did everything right.
Her plan fell apart in the first five seconds. When she walked into her bedroom, a room that had been completely redecorated to accommodate both of them (as Erin slept with her every night now), her daughter looked up from where she'd been sitting on the edge of the bed, and stood. Erin's hair was a little longer now, almost qualifying as a bob. Her baby fat had been slowly but surely redistributing around her body, filling out her bust (a little) and her hips (a lot) more with every passing month.
Her dress tented out in front of her, and there was a damp patch right at the very peak. She wasn't wearing tights underneath, like she usually did. Dana's mouth watered. All her thoughts of positions, and giving, and how badly she wanted to shove her tongue up Erin's ass completely went out of her head. For all her efforts to get Erin worked up, the one thing she rarely counted on was how worked up Erin could get her.
They met in the middle of the floor: her fingers in Erin's hair, Erin's fists grabbing the front of her blouse. She'd left her heels behind downstairs, and gave a quick prayer of thanks for having chosen to wear stockings that day. Later, it would occur to her that she'd been wearing stockings the last time Erin had picked up their roleplay, and that if she could make this happen more often she would do that. She would wear stockings every day, and make sure Erin saw her wearing them on her way out the door. New heels. New skirts. Whatever she needed to do. Whatever she needed to wear.
Erin's frantic pawing finally opened up the front of her blouse, and Dana took over to free her chest. Her daughter's eyes glazed over, entranced by the soft flesh swelling with every breath, and Dana puffed out her chest just that extra little bit to drive her wild.
It worked.
In a flurry of movement, Dana was swung around toward the bed, but only managed to raise one leg to climb on before Erin grabbed her hips and stopped her.
Oh
, she thought.
It's like that?
She had a brief, joyful mental image of her heels laying by the front door with her frilly blue panties laying on top of them. Erin gasped with joy upon finding her bare under the skirt, curled up close behind her, and impaled Dana from behind. Standing penetration, with one leg raised.
One of Erin's arms wrapped around her middle, fingers curling into the side of her belly, while the other hand latched onto one of her breasts and squeezed. Dana gave a squeak, more for the way her daughter was tightly clutching her breast than the sudden and unexpected thrust. Her walls were more accustomed to Erin's thickness, and she'd been absurdly wet for hours.
"Oh," Dana said, over her shoulder, in her softest voice. "Right for Mommy's cunt, hmmm?"
Erin groaned loudly behind her, and thrust more emphatically. Dana kept one hand on the bedpost, to give herself some support, and laid her other hand over her daughter's so that their fingers were intertwined over her belly.
"Right there," she said, squeezing Erin's hand. "Put one right there."
