Author's note: this story is a continuation of "Mom's Stand-In." All characters are at least 18 years of age.
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Exhausted, Linda tapped her foot impatiently as she watched the large chrome luggage carousel start to produce one piece of luggage after another as the plane was unloaded. She had just returned from a week-long business trip far away. With her new promotion came the rigors of travel and she was still getting into the groove.
The flight had been long and brutal and she longed to reunite with her husband and daughter. Clad in sensible business attire, all she wanted was to get home, get naked, and be with her family. A large, striped suitcase slid down the chute to the rumbling behemoth. Linda stomped her black pump on the concrete.
"About goddamn time," she muttered under her breath.
Immediately, she lunged between a pair of thick-necked gorillas clad in garish tourist garb to retrieve the suitcase, lugging it away toward the massive sliding doors at the front of the building. The moment she stepped outside, a new Ford LTD station wagon parked by the curb roared to life, sliding up beside her. A man of medium height and solid build, who looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, jumped out of the driver's side, circling around to the back of the vehicle to open the hatch.
"God, I'm so glad to see you two," Linda beamed, looking into the back seat of the wagon to see a young, lithe woman with short, blonde hair, her daughter Sarah. The man, her husband Michael, deposited the suitcase in the back of the wagon. He shut the hatch, then approached her.
She exhaled audibly with relief as he embraced her, pressing his mouth against hers in a lingering kiss, one just chaste enough for public consumption. The pressure from his body and the scent of his aftershave filled her with a sense of peace, and home. She opened her eyes, pulling back to gaze at the familiar gray forming around his temples.
My handsome man, she thought to herself.
"Get in," he said, opening the passenger door. She nodded and slipped into the vehicle.
"Mom, welcome home!" Sarah beamed, excited as she reached over the seat back to give her an awkward embrace. The kiss lasted longer than that between a mother and daughter, but not quite as much as one between lovers.
"I'm so happy to be home, my love." Linda refrained from slipping the eighteen-year-old some tongue, though she wanted to rip her clothes off right there and then. They were still in public!
Fuck, despite the exhaustion, I'm so very ready for sex!
She noticed Sarah's attire. The young woman wore a demure, crisply-starched white blouse with blue buttons up the front, but as Linda looked down, she saw her daughter wore a daringly-short plaid skirt, one which failed to conceal the silky, white panties peeking from between her thighs.
Damn, girl. I hope nothing forces you to get out of the car before we get home. Otherwise, everyone will get quite a show!
Linda loved it, nonetheless. She also noticed her daughter was sitting on a thick, cotton towel. Sarah noticed her mother inspecting the arrangement.
"I had to," the young woman said, looking down at the towel. It was at that moment Linda noticed a wet spot on her daughter's panties, right over her public mound. "Dad topped me off before we left home." She let loose with a devilish smile and that little girl giggle of hers. Linda gasped.
"Oh, you two," she shook her head. Linda couldn't help but feel the heat rising in her cheeks and her own pussy starting to throb. The image of her naked husband climaxing inside her equally-naked daughter, their bodies urgently coupling with incestuous passion, flashed through her brain, forcing her to squirm in her seat.
Now it's Mom's turn to get topped off!
Michael slid in beside his wife, slamming the door. He shifted gears and the vehicle moved forward with a rumble. Immediately, his hand went to her knee for a squeeze, making her shudder.
"Fuck, guys." She relaxed, now that they were ensconced in the privacy of the station wagon. "I'm so goddamn horny I can't wait to get home."
"Soon...soon," her husband said, his hand sliding up her thigh, pushing up her skirt, to rest against her panty-clad pussy.
She sighed, parting her knees slightly, feeling the pressure against her womanhood.
"Rough flight?" he asked.
"Turbulence and I was stuck between two smelly goons who couldn't keep from leaning in against me," she grimaced. "Fucking perverts."
He snorted at that word. Pervert. With one hand on the steering wheel, his free hand slipped into his wife's panties.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," she wriggled in the seat some more, surrendering as his middle finger immediately slipped inside her pussy. She noticed Sarah had returned, draping her arms over the bench seat, peeking around the headrest, intently watching her father probing her mother. Linda glanced over to her daughter with a weak smile, then let her head fall back on the padded headrest, her eyes turning forward.
"Goddamn, honey, you ARE wet!" Michael said with a calm, deep voice, eyes never leaving the road. His finger began a steady curling motion, his fingertip rubbing right behind her clit. He was massaging the spongy area within, that spot he knew would get her going. "Thank god for power steering." Sarah squeezed her mother's shoulder, massaging it gently.
By the time their station wagon entered the sparsely-populated highway, Linda had reached a level of sexual bliss that teetered on sheer ecstasy. No one but Michael knew how to touch her and stoke the fire. Next thing she knew, a slender hand slipped down the front of her blouse, going inside her lacy, white bra. The next moment, delicate fingers tugged at her nipple.
"Let me help, Mom," her daughter's gentle voice whispered.
"Careful, sweetheart," she responded as she rubbed her cheek against Sarah's arm, allowing her daughter to massage her breast. "We're not home, yet."
"I will."
Linda whimpered, what with her husband frigging her throbbing, wet pussy and her daughter torturing her nipple, the pleasure intensified.
"Fuck, I'm not sure how long I can hold out!" Her eyelids fluttered.
"It's okay to come, Mom. Just let go. Let it come so we can watch."
Linda could feel her daughter's hot breath in her ear. Hearing her speak in such a frank manner still took her aback. Only a month before, Sarah had been a chaste young woman, uninitiated in the ways of incestual abandon. Now she would let loose with words like sex and pussy and come. The moment mother heard her daughter utter the word fuck for the first time, she thought her pussy would burst. Wet kisses rained on her cheek, neck, and shoulder.
"Ohhh, honey, you're driving me crazy!" Linda felt the pressure building. She was about to burst!
"That's it, sweetheart," Michael purred. "Let it come." His hand slapped wetly against his wife's dark, matted bush. "Get the edge off."
Then Sarah's tongue slipped into her ear. That did it.
"Goddamn!" Linda growled. She tried to control herself as her body went taut, feet pressing against the floorboard. She tried to grip the seat, white-knuckled as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body.
"Fuck, yeah, Mom," Sarah hissed, kissing her even more. The sound of that particular profanity coming from her young daughter's mouth forced a whimper.
Goddamn, that word! And from what used to be a sweet, innocent mouth!
