Parental Advisory

***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***

On a crisp spring morning, Mia Milosevic, 19, is greeted by the soft filter of sunlight through the drawn curtains, the faint whistle of birds tweeting and chirping, and the soft gurgles and cries of an awakening infant, stirring both of them from their slumber. Mia huffs, covering her eyes with her forearm, moaning, "Kisha, give me a minute, please?"

The baby in it's crib gurgles and whines, grasping with all arms and legs for the attention of the teen, who answers wearily, "Fuck... alright then," throwing aside her bed covers, lunging herself off the bed, and stumbling to the crib to pick up the babbling baby. The teen tiredly gazes down, groaning, "Hmmf, you want breakfast, Kisha?"

The teen slips her pyjama top over her shoulder and down her arm, exposing her breast, allowing the baby to feed hungrily, making the teen gasp, "Ah, aah, fuck, that's sensitive, pfff, ah, you really needed that, Kisha, huh?" The baby is done feeding, coughing, and Mia helps by placing her over her shoulder, patting her back to help her burp.

After all is clear, the teen holds the baby in her eyeline, cheekily saying, "You're a hungry little girl, aren't you? That's what you get for eating too fast," laughing as she hugs the baby girl to her chest, sitting on the end of the bed, saying as she strokes the girl's hair, "Every day with you is a gift, Kisha. One I will always treasure... as your mom," settling her cheek softly against the top of the baby's head, feeling it's warmth.

The baby's throat gently thrums, snoring, and the teen comments, "Well, alright," taking the sleeping girl back to her cot, carefully laying her back down to rest as she tells her, "I'll give you another hour, then, you are getting up. Mom loves you, Kisha."

Mia takes this time whilst the baby is again asleep to get herself cleaned, dressed, and fed, ready for the day ahead. A knock on the front door of the apartment echoes through, prompting the teen to rush to see whom is there, finding her friend, Daisy May, 25, on the other side of the door.

Daisy enters, with a bright and smiling, "Hey! Settled in to this place yet?"

Mia replies, "It's nice to be able to afford my own place. I do miss living with you though. Kisha seems to like it here, but, it's all she's known, so. Yeah, it'll be nice for her if I can work even harder and be able to afford somewhere better for her; perhaps a penthouse in the city centre, but this is enough for us right now." The teen leads her friend into the flat, closing the door behind her as they go to the kitchen, where the teen puts the kettle on.

Daisy smiles as she says, "It's good to have ambition, Mia. You have a good reason for it. Raising a child as a single parent, but, not on your own, eh? I'm here to support you, and Cassie is happy to help. The other lads would be useless, especially Francis, and Tanner wouldn't know where to start with a baby, hehe. Just... Still don't know who the father is?"

Mia shakes her head as she throws teabags in two mugs, confirming for her friend, "No, I keep going over things, trying to figure it out, but everything happened all at once, in the space of a week or so with Dad, my tutor, and there was Mom's fella. Not that I give a fuck anyway, because it doesn't change the fact that I have Kisha now, and she is the most important person in the world to me."

Daisy rubs her friend's arm to comfort her, saying, "Of course, Mia. It only matters that she is looked after."

Mia continues on her train of thought, "I would prefer Owen, if anyone is to be her dad. What, with the others being in prison, that only leaves one decent guy. He's been in touch over the past year, we're what, ten months on, are we, but yeah, I've seen him a few times. He's come to pay me to fuck me. Nothing I can't handle."

The kettle clicks off as steam funnels from the spout, and Daisy enquires, "Seen your mom?"

Mia answers, "I have, a couple of times. Just civil. You probably don't approve..."

As the teen pours the boiling water into the mugs, Daisy interrupts to tell her friend, "Why? It's your family. It's good to try and have a relationship with them. I would be so happy for you to get along with them. You can tell me anything, you know that. Why keep this to yourself?"

Mia takes a deep breath, and honestly responds, "I wanted to know how things would go for myself first. They come to me to arrange things, and it's so infrequent, months can go by without seeing them. There's not much to tell."

Picking up a mug of tea for herself, dipping and stirring the teabag, Daisy goes over things, "If I got this right, you're fucking your mother's husband. Does she know you're doing this?"

Mia confirms for her friend, "She is made to watch every time."

Daisy looks dumbfounded, not knowing how to respond as all she can say is, "Okay?"

Mia assures her friend, "I know it's weird, and I know you want to make sure I am safe, but, I would like to try and have a relationship with Mom if there is any chance; especially if she will be there for Kisha."

Daisy asks, "Have you talked about this with them?"

Mia replies, "No, it hasn't come up... Hasn't had chance to come up? Next time, I'll talk about what I want."

Daisy challenges, "What if it's not what they want, hmm?"

The teen looks at her friend in the eye, and supposes, "They help to pay my way here, and for Kisha, with our arrangements."

Daisy reasons, "What if that were to stop?"

Mia thinks for a moment, sighing, "I don't know... Owen pays so well, and I do get to see Mom, in a way... If that were to stop, it would be like before? Like, I never relied on them... Never relied on her..."

Curious, Daisy asks, "Do you... do anything with your Mom, when you are with them?"

Flustered, and quick to respond, Mia pants, "No, uh, no... She is made to watch, and might get herself off while she watches, but we've never... um... touched... like that... ah..."

Daisy asks, "Would you want to?"

Mia firmly expresses, "No. She's my mom. It's awkward enough she has to watch me with Owen. It never stops being awkward. I don't think she even sees me when she's... um... attending to her needs."

Daisy places her mug down on the countertop, and steps right up to Mia, rubbing the teen's arm softly as she looks into her eyes, saying, "It must be hard for you."

Mia looks back into her friend's eyes, replying, "It's what it is. I do it for Kisha, so she is looked after."

Daisy's breath shakes as she says, "I will help anyway I can, you know."

Mia looks down at the way her friend is rubbing her arm, pulling herself away against the kitchen counter, asking, "What do you mean?"

Daisy answers as she presses closer, trapping the teen in a corner. The teen's heart is beating so fast, stuttering her breath so quickly, and Daisy feels that pressure on her face as it draws in closer, until...

Bang! Bang! Bang, on the front door, making the two young woman jump, making Mia squirm around Daisy, as she says, "I'd better see who that is before they wake Kisha," exiting the kitchen swiftly with a soft-footed jog.

Daisy hears the teen answer the front door from the kitchen as she picks up her mug to take a swig of her tea, listening as Mia's voice echoes, "Oh, you're here. Um, this isn't the best time. I'm with someone, and Kisha is sleeping, so, um... Where's Mom? Oh!" The door can be heard closing, clicking the lock, and feet shuffle up the cosy corridor to the kitchen door, revealing to Daisy a hand wrapped around her friend's throat.

Daisy quickly sets down her mug, heading to the kitchen doorway, concernedly enunciating, "Hey! What the fu-," seeing the person who has her friend in his grip is the teen's mother's husband, gasping to confirm, "Owen?"

Owen gleams as he grimaces, "Oh, the girl playing mother with her friend. I remember you. What was it? Miss May?"

Daisy's voice raises, "Yes, Miss May. Now, hands off her."

Owen warns Miss May, "Careful! We don't want to wake the baby."

Mia waves her arm at her friend, prompting her to settle down, and Daisy more considerately asks, "What is this?"

Owen explains, "It's quite simple. I pay, and I have my way. That has been our arrangement. Little Ludmila here was even begging me for it when she was pregnant. The closer she got to popping, the more she nagged and nagged. It was a thing of beauty to keep denying her until I couldn't hold back. Those mommy hormones are insatiable, but, I do my best... You see, I've grown quite fond of little Ludmila. As fun as it has been embarrassing the poor girl with her mother present, I wanted her all to myself, but, to my surprise, I found you here, Miss May."

Confused, Daisy asks, "Ludmila?"

Owen squeezes the teen's neck tighter, telling her to, "Tell her."

Mia feels the hand ease around her throat, but still stroking the heavy thumping of the blood-vessels, as she answers her friend's question, "It's my birth name. I hate it."

Owen squeezes the teen's neck tighter, and taunts her, "It is who you are. Don't be bashful. Own it, as I own you."

Daisy defiantly scolds the taunting man, "You don't own her."

Owen turns to face the friend, but keeps his eyes fixed on the teen, proposing to Daisy, "Don't I? I pay little Ludmila, and, in exchange, I get to do what I like with her, and she doesn't even resist. How is that not ownership? Especially since Ludmila seems to love it so much."

Daisy enquires, "Is that what you did with her mother?"

Owen laughs, replying, "Actually, I pulled her away from a mundane marriage, marrying her myself, and showing her how a husband is supposed to treat his wife nightly. It's another form of ownership."

Daisy also asks, "Is that what you intend to do with Mia? Marry her?"

Owen laughs, "Mmm, that would be fun. Bigamy with a mother and daughter. Aniya is someone I can show to the world, with our marriage being known on public record. Ludmila is someone I intend to continue enjoying in private, behind closed doors."

Daisy notices how her friend doesn't resist having that man's vile hand around her throat, and she asks that man, "Even behind your wife's back? Her mother?"

Owen gloats, "I recall you called yourself Ludmila's mother to her mother's face when we last met. You fancy yourself the girl's mother? You can have her; just as Aniya has her."

Daisy scoffs nervously, "No. Uh, no. That won't... just no..."

Owen interrupts, "Oh, I think you want to. I've seen how you look at Ludmila. When she isn't looking, you like a peek."

Daisy's voice trembles as she protests, "No... no... stop no."

Owen taunts as he looks into the teen's eyes, "I don't think she would mind," guiding the teen into the living room across from the kitchen, calling back to Daisy, "Nothing is stopping you from leaving. I'm getting what I came for."

Daisy rushes out of the kitchen, past the living room door, but stops herself dead in her tracks, unable to take another step closer to the front door, picking up her foot, forcing it forward in mid-air, shaking as she tries to push it to the floor, then swinging it behind her, turning her hips to face the living room doorway, leaning to peer around the frame.

As Daisy looks, she sees that Mia is already stepping out of her jeans and panties, pulling off her shirt to flop it onto the floor, sultrily stepping closer to Owen slumped on the sofa. Daisy watches as her friend falls to her knees, helping Owen to remove his trousers to nurse his cock, taking it in hand and mouth.

Owen sighs contentment from the attentive teen at his cock, noticing from the corner of his eye, his gaze drawn to Daisy in the doorway, delightedly pointing out, "Look. Ludmila. The girl who would be mother is watching you, how like your real mother."

Mia stops suckling the mouthful of cock, stroking slowly as she looks around at the doorway, holding a stern nervousness on her face as she purses her lips together, now intent to watch her friend. She sees how her friend's mouth is agape and drooling, and her eyes distantly staring upon her fixedly, but not at her eyes. She shudders as she supposes, "I guess I should be flattered to have such interest from those closest to me."

Owen proposes, "I wonder how much your friendship is worth to her?"

As Mia continues to stroke Owen's cock, Daisy reaches into her jeans' pocket, responding, "Of course, I don't want to be rude," pulling out a fistful of money, counting, "Ten-twent-fort-sixt-eight-ninet-five- Ninety-five," folding up the paper bills to cast down onto sofa beside Owen, saying, "If he's paying, I should too. It's only fair."

Mia stares into her friend's wandering eyes, asking, "Fair?." trembling her hand as it rub's Owen's cock with a slightly quicker and uneven rhythm.

Owen parents the teen, "Come on, Ludmila. Play nicely with your friend. She is so good to you, and so considerate and polite. She should be rewarded in kind, don't you think, Ludmila?"

Mia catches the nervous gaze of her best friend, and in that moment, feels herself say, "Yes, of course. Come play with me."

Daisy feels her heart catching in her chest, and feels as if she could burst into tears, convulsing with joy inside, feeling conflicted inside, but sensing that conflict subside. She drops to her knees at her friend's side, holding her head in her hands as she kisses the teen so warmly, steadying her nerves.

Mia watches her friend's eyes close as they kiss, as the teen just stares awkwardly at her close proximity to her closest friend, making an effort to kiss back. She unzips her friend's hooded jumper, peeling it down her shoulders, then pulling up her shirt, pulling away from their kiss to undress Daisy, rushing to take off her bra, skirt, and panties.

In the moments they've stopped kissing, Daisy confesses, "I love you, Mia," seeing the unfazed expression on her friend's face, and hearing the silence following without so much as a smile, but the intense stare into her eyes, empty of emotion but filled with intent.

Owen commands, "Ludmila, Miss May is opening up to you. Are you going to respond?"

Mia sits back, giggling a little playfully as she seductively swoons, "I'm all yours to do with as you please," staring with a beckoning smile at her best friend.

In a moment of contemplation, Daisy looks down, lower and lower until her head hangs, hair falling forward, following the pattern in the carpet between her and her friend. Her eyes settle back on Mia, who asks, "What are you waiting for?"

Conflicted, Daisy wants to satisfy those urges she's been having, especially since having that time with Mia last year, but she knows how uncomfortable her friend was following that time. Daisy considers how much the teen has changed since then, camming, showing herself off on the internet. She falls forward, collapsing into the cushiony plushness of Mia's belly, kissing it as she pulls herself between the teen's spread thighs, squeezing at the teen's tits, kissing at them and sucking the nipples to extract milk.

Mia complains, "Hey, that's for Kisha."

Apologetically, Daisy sits up face to face with her friend, breathing, "Sorry," before kissing hungrily at the teen's mouth, with Mia kissing her back tenderly. Daisy feels from her crotch a hot, swelling ache, making her desperately ask, "Lie down for me."

Mia does as Daisy wishes, allowing her friend to shuffle up to sit around the teen's head, having the sensitive flesh hanging above her mouth. It is lowered, rubbing teasingly on the tip of the teen's nose, nuzzling into the hood of Daisy's clitoris before being lifted to adjust her position. Lowered again, Mia kisses the labia firmly and affectionately.

Hunched over her friend's head, Daisy feels the heat flooding through her body as the teen's tongue and lips tease and press against her. Her knees want to come together, digging into the carpet, and her hands clutch to her boobs, crushingly clenching at the soft skin, then running her fingers through her hair, hot all over, maddeningly hotter, and hotter, and...

Mia drinks in the slightly sweet expulsions from her friend's pussy, some streams spilling over her cheeks and soaking into her hair. As Daisy settles down, she gets up off her face, and the teen smiles up at her friend, wiping her face where it's wet, and licking her fingers, savouring the flavour.

Owen slides himself off the seat cushion, slithering between the teen's legs, commenting, "That was so good to watch. I can see Miss May was wanting to do that for a very long time," riding his cock up the length of the teen's labia as he says, "Now, it's my time, Ludmila," holding his cock steady as it pops into the teen's pussy, plunging delicately into the soaked flesh.

Daisy sits with her back to the sofa, watching as her best friend is fucked right in front of her eyes, feeling her senses stirring tightly and tensely again in her crotch. Eager to expel these feelings once again, she teases her fingers to her clit, firmly rubbing as she focuses on her friend's face.

Mia moans as Owen's cock probes deeply into her pussy, and looks up into the eyeline of Daisy sitting behind her, seeing how shamelessly she is playing in her presence. The teen's face flushes a little as she nods and groans needily. Turning back to look at Owen, she strains her shoulders up to see how she is being fucked, unable to support herself as she flops back onto the carpet. She sits herself up again, this time feeling her friend shuffling to sit behind her, resting her head on Daisy's belly, able now to see better how Owen's cock slides into her.

Daisy reaches her hand back down to her crotch, feeling the curtain of Mia's hair drape warmly and thick over her hand, providing an unexpected addition of comfort to her as her fingers find their way back inside. She watches how the teen watches how her pussy is fucked, thoughts fading into thick nothingness.

Owen grunts, "I love... how wrong... this must be... for you both," gleaming with a devilish grin as he looks at the young friends in this moment, gasping, "I'm... It's... huh..." He swiftly pulls out of the teen, holding his cock tightly as he stands to his feet, hurrying to stand astride the teen, looking down on the girl's faces as he jerks off, slopping thick spurts of spunk all over them, splattering the teen's hair and forehead, and her friend's nose and chin.

Crying can be heard from the bedroom, and Mia shoots up to her feet, rushing out the room, calling, "Mom's coming."

Daisy pulls her fingers from her aching pussy, not yet close to another orgasm, and stares at her fingers, picturing Mia licking and sucking on them.

Owen enquires, "How long have you fancied her?"

Daisy brings herself to her feet, getting dressed as she answers, "I guess I always had a feeling. Small at first, but grew the more I know her."

Owen asks, "Why aren't you together?"

Daisy laughs, replying, "She doesn't want that."

Owen follows up, "You've asked?"

Daisy nods to confirm her answer as she continues to dress herself. Owen walks up to her, wiping the spunk from her nose and chin, thrusting his fingers into her mouth. Daisy tries to pull her head away, but gives in to Owen's persistence, as he says, "Don't waste it. Take it all in."

Owen fixes his clothes, and sees himself out, leaving Daisy dazed in the living room, half-dressed and standing there. She quietly cries, pumping out tears to roll down her cheeks. With a sniffle, she gets herself dressed decently, and finds her friend in the bedroom.

Cradling Kisha on the bed, Mia sees Daisy enter, and asks, "Have you been crying?"

Daisy bravely replies, "No. It's... you know... drying," wiping her face with her fingers.

Mia says to her friend, "I get it. I do. I'm not hurt, and you don't have to feel sorry. Can we go on together still, just as friends?"