Explicit Content

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

Waiting outside of the closed door of her daughter's bedroom in the young girl's flat, Aniya Lightbody presses her ear to the wood, asking, "Is it in?"

Mia Milosevic, 19, opens the door to her mother, answering, "Yeah, it's in," adjusting her knickers in her jeans, then buttoning them up.

Aniya points out to the teen, "You know we've seen each other, right, so, what's with the privacy?"

Mia hastens to respond, "Mom, please. It's just awkward. We shouldn't be doing that stuff anyway."

Aniya quizzes her daughter, "So, you feel awkward? Really? You are always so forward and confident."

Cocking her head in a disapproving manner, Mia makes it clear, "I do that because he pays for it. That's the only reason I do it."

Aniya is taken aback by her daughter's reasoning, commenting in return, "I just thought we were getting close."

Mia's face squishes with disgust as she asks in return, "Why do you care so much?"

Swiping and pressing on her smartphone, Aniya replies, "I can see how you've grown, and, I approve; all on your own."

Mia blushes bright red as she looks back into her mom's eyes, enquiring, "You... approve?," watching her mother hold her finger to her phone-screen, making her feel an intense vibration inside her pussy, making the teen wince and exclaim, "Ah, fuck!"

Aniya delights as she slaps the phone against her daughter's chest, remarking, "It works, then," giggling in good humour.

Her mom's playfulness makes Mia embarrassed, asking her, "You don't see me as your daughter, do you?"

Aniya takes a deep breath, settling down from her laughter to become more serious as she answers as honestly as she can, "I'm not assuming after being apart for so many years that I can claim any responsibility for you at all. That just isn't fair. You wouldn't respect me if I did. Actually, I'm pretty sure you would hate me for it. And, really, I wouldn't feel good in myself if I was forcing you to be my daughter. So, I just thought it would be nice for both of us to get to know each other from scratch. Nothing assumed. No expectations. I think that's worked out well. We seem to like each other's company. I admit, it's weird to have a... sexual... relationship with you, but, it is what it is, and, I'm fine with it."

Mia realises she hasn't breathed during the time she's listened to her mom speak, gasping a laugh to kickstart her lungs moving again, gulping in a lot of air as she remarks, "Fuck... Well...and I've been trying all this time to have my mom back in my life, although I haven't known how to do that at all. I still don't know now," nervously laughing, noticing how her mom is looking right into her eyes, asking, "You're fine having sex with me? You really don't see me as your daughter at all?"

Aniya exhales long and hard before replying, "I know I pushed you out of me at the hospital, what, nineteen years ago now. Do I have any right to see you as my daughter beyond that?"

Mia asks in return, "Can you at least try?"

Aniya reasons, "I thought we were having fun. I thought we were getting along. Is that so bad? Do you want to stop, because I can go? And, I'm sorry that I made you uncomfortable... being with you..."

Seeing the sincerity in her mom's face, Mia shrugs, and sheepishly says, "No... No, it's not so bad. I do like that we get time together, just, it doesn't have to be... together..."

Aniya holds out her hand with her palm open, asking, "Do you want to give me my vibrator back?"

Mia shyly brushes her hair, answering, "Mmm, actually, I kinda like it where it is," holding in a giggle.

Aniya responds shocked, "You are such a slut," noticing the look her daughter is giving her like her face has been slapped, telling her, "Don't give me that look. You get it from me. Ask your father," laughing with the teen as they both give into their humour. A baby can be heard groaning and moaning in the living room, and Aniya stands in the doorway, casting her gaze down to the source of the noise, saying, "Kisha agrees with me."

A knock on the front door disturbs the teen as she watches her mom squat down to attend to the baby, and the teen answers it to find, "Kirsty, you made it. Thanks for coming," allowing the guest inside the flat.

Kirsty Palmer, 51, responds graciously, "Of course. I'm perfectly happy and willing to babysit for a friend of Cassie's," stepping into the living room to see the baby in question, continuing to say, "Kisha is so cute. Almost makes me want another baby of my own. That's almost, by the way. No chance am I risking having another Jack on my hands. One of him is enough... too much... yeah..."

Aniya says to the baby, "Bye, Kisha," brushing past her teen daughter towards the front door.

Mia waves from the living room door at Kisha, saying, "Mom loves you, Kisha," feeling a warm fuzziness pervade her privates, exclaiming, "Aaaah," making the baby laugh at the shooting look of surprise on her mom's face.

Kirsty looks at the teen a little strangely, assuring her, "Go on. You go shopping. I got her. Nothing to worry about."

Mia glances at her mom outside the front door, looking pleased with herself as her finger hovers over her phone screen, and the teen giggles giddily as she leaves her daughter to go out with her mother. Heading to the bus stop at the end of the road, she feels a heaviness weighing on her mind and in her legs the further she gets away from her baby girl, but feels comfort churning away any doubts knowing she is in safe care.

Waiting patiently for the bus, Aniya notes as she paces around the shelter, "It's late," folding her arms to complain, "That breeze is a bit brisk. Sun's nice, but it's gone in. They said it was going to be mild, but it's freezing in the shade."

Feeling the chill herself, Mia admits, "My bum is going numb on this bench," standing to cosy up to her mom's arm, making her feel better as the warmth bleeds into the teen.

Aniya feels warmth returning to her from her daughter clinging to her side, grabbing a handful of the young girl's arse much to her surprise, remarking, "Get some heat into that backside of yours," massaging the massive cheeks as her hand rubs into the rough denim.

Mia does feel warmer, flushing hot with embarrassment being out in the open treated like this, protesting, "Mom, please, stop," seeing down the road the bus approaching.

Aniya kisses the teen on the forehead, turning to see the bus pulling up beside the duo, walking on board, asking for a, "Dayrider," slapping her card onto the reader and taking her ticket.

Mia has a pass ready to hand, scanning it onto the reader, following her mom up the aisle, sitting together at the back of the bus, with the teen allowed to sit by the window. Her mom sits at her side as the bus pulls away from the stop, feeling the inertia pushing thickly through them as the bus gets up to speed.

App open on her phone, and thumb poised, Aniya gives a nice, firm rub near the bottom of the screen, and hears her daughter's breath become slightly tighter, turning her head to see her shuffling in her seat. The thumb slides slowly up the screen, and the teen's reaction is much more visible, gasping hard as she attempts to stifle her moans, still sounding through her throat, and her posture becomes much more upright and rigid.

The bus pulls up at another stop, and another passenger gets on, a middle-aged woman, who proceeds up towards the back of the bus, noticing the discomfort of the teen. She gives a smile before sitting down, and the teen looks away quickly, out of the window, feeling the soft thrumming of the vibrator inside her make her roll her eyes and release an prolonged moan, catching the gaze of an elderly gentleman passing by.

Aniya alternates her thumb's position from low to mid on the app's intensity scale, making Mia more audibly moan, clenching at the edge of the seat as she grinds her bottom back. The woman who got on before turns her head, looking puzzled and concerned at the teen's discomfort, but doesn't pry, turning away to return to her own privacy.

At the next stop, Mia notices who is waiting to get on, watching as two teenage girls about her age come aboard, groaning quietly to her mom, "Oh no," trying to sit as still and as normally as she can.

One of the girls notices the familiar face, and comes to sit opposite Mia, as the seats in front face the rear, and she excitedly beams, "Hi! We haven't seen you in so long," as the other girl sits next to her, "You remember Sophie, don't you?"

Mia sheepishly groans, "How could I forget?"

The first girl notices the woman sitting with the teen, and says, "I don't think we know each other. I'm Jessica Regan, and this is my sis, Sophie. We're twins."

The mom introduces herself to the girls, "Aniya Lightbody. I'm her mother."

Sophie, 19, sniggers with surprise, "Ah, so that's who you are. We used to tease Mia about not having a mom. Right, Jess?"

Jessica, 19, reminisces, "Oh, we used to have such fun with Mia," sharing a giggle with her sister.

Aniya comments to her daughter, "It's nice to meet your friends," moving her thumb up the phone screen quite a way.

Mia feels herself taken by shock by an intense vibration, making her lunge forward, clutching at her belly and moaning loudly, "Fuck!"

Jessica looks at the teen weirdly, sharing that look with her sister, enquiring, "Something wrong?"

Mia feels quite desperate and uncomfortable in this moment, clawing at her composure, grunting, "Just stomach cramps. It's fine. Nothing to worry about." She looks around the bus to see quite a few of the passengers turning to see the source of the commotion, and the teen blushes fiercely.

Sophie is curious about Aniya's app, leaning over the phone to have a peek. Aniya pulls the screen to her chest, but the twin snatches the phone from her hand, looking at the screen and showing it to her sister, "Look, Jess, look!"

Jessica says in shock, "Soph, is that?"

Sophie presses the screen, and watches as the teen across from the twins squeaks and squirms.

Jessica gets out her own phone, logging in to her social media, going live with a stream, pointing the camera at Mia's face, announcing, "What do we have here but a naughty local girl. Show them," showing the camera the app on Aniya's phone, as Sophie messes around with the settings, making Mia moan and groan much more audibly, and much more visibly, as Jessica turns the camera back to show her to everyone online, which most likely includes those she went to school with.

The driver calls up the bus, "Is everything okay back there?"

Jessica calls back down the bus, "She's sick," with a wry smile.

The driver asks, "Want me to call someone?"

Mia immediately and shakily calls out, "No! No, I'll be fine. Just keep going, hah," feeling the vibrator alternate between high and low intensities of vibration. Her chest heaves in sympathy with the pressure below, and her breathing in short, thrusting breaths.

The twins whisper to each other, and giggle as Jessica judges the teen, "Still piling on the pounds then?"

Mia's breaths become much more forced, and her eyes fix squarely on Jessica, as Aniya answers on her behalf, "Actually, she's lost quite a bit of weight over the past year. She's looking great, especially considering she's just had a baby," turning Mia's attention to her mother as she bellows hot breaths.

Sophie excitedly asks, "A baby!"

Aniya confirms, "A girl."

Jessica asks, "Is she a fat, dumpy shit like her mother?," prompting a cackle from her sister, following her first question with another, "Who's the dad? Someone we know? I bet it is," as the twins draw closer, listening with intent.

Aniya is quick to say, "She doesn't know."

Sophie proclaims, "Slag! You know, Mia, really. You can tell me."

Jessica says to her sister, "You remember that one loser who was a loner? It could be him."

Giggling at that thought, Sophie suggests, "Or, the one who kept pissing himself in assembly," laughing harder with her sister.

Jessica also proposes, "What about the fat kid we always called, 'the elephant,' because of the-"

Sophie finishes her sister's sentence in-sync, "because of the ears," howling together with laughter.

Mia wants so desperately to answer back, anything, but is utterly breathless under the torment from the twins. Fury swells hotly inside her doubling her arousal, fixating on her mom's phone in Sophie's hands.

Sophie rotates her thumb in tiny circles near the top of the screen, making the teen across from them sweat from her forehead, face bright red, smiling tensely and wide, knuckles white as she crushes the edge of the seat in her grip, pressing her shuddering knees together as tight as they will go, squealing, "Fuck!" The teen loses all tension from her body, panting ever-so-heavily eyes gazing distantly out of the window, slumping limp in her seat with a whimper.

Jessica sneers, "You don't have to be so rude," kicking Mia in the shin, making her double over sensitively as she rolls around the seat, groaning as she clutches her leg.

Aniya leans forward, sliding to the edge of her seat to slap Jessica with all of her force, warning the twins, "Don't ever do that again."

The twins watch Aniya more warily now, and, as the bus comes to a halt in the town centre, they get up to leave, and Jessica leans over the huddled teen, spitting a big glob onto her cheek, clinging to it thickly. Sophie chucks Aniya's phone back into her hands before rushing off the bus with her sister, giggling and whispering with each other all the way, still broadcasting live with Jessica's phone held at arm's length.

Aniya comments, "Interesting friends."

Mia replies, "I didn't say they were my friends," following her mom down the aisle, clinging to her arm weakly.

As they reach the driver's compartment, he tells the teen, "I hope you feel better soon."

Aniya cheekily winks at the driver as she responds, "She feels better already," stepping out onto the pavement with the teen in the town centre. Crowds bustle around the pair, making the teen feel much more uncomfortable, even following having an orgasm in front of everyone on the bus, feeling like everyone around knows it.

Clutching to her mom's arm, Mia is taken to the big high-street fashion store; a place she doesn't feel at home in, never being one for fashion trends and looking girly, but trusts that her mom seems exceedingly comfortable and studious about what's on offer, trusting her judgment as she follows her around.

Aniya picks up item after item, holding up dresses and blouses to her daughter's body, stretching the waist of trousers and shorts, amassing over the crook of her elbow a pile of clothes. She takes the teen by the hand, bringing her to a changing room for the busty girl to try on the bounty of garments.

Whilst her mom perches herself on a stool in the corner, Mia changes into and out of the various outfits procured for her in front of the wall-mirror, telling her mom, "This is fun."

Aniya comments on the current outfit, "It does look good on you, but the colours clash a little."

Mia makes her intent more clear, "I mean being out with you is fun."

Aniya shuffles on the stool a little, feeling strange as she says, "Oh... I think so too."

Mia looks at her mom's reflection in the mirror, asking her, "Did I say something wrong? You look a bit... flustered..."

Blushing a little, Aniya looks around the floor surrounding the teen's feet as she answers, "Well, I... just, um... It's good to be out... with you, Mia, um..." The mother watches as the teen wriggles into an elegantly expensive-looking dress, drawing her eyeline over her curves, expressing, "Beautiful."

Mia notices how she is being watched so intently, smiling broadly, and feeling very sexy as she turns around to approach her mom, probing deeper, "So, you like it, or, is it me you like in it?"

Aniya cheekily replies, "I'm liking what I see," turning on her phone from standby, tracing her thumb on the screen to pleasantly surprise the teen standing in front of her.

Mia falls forward off her balance from the sudden, sharp vibrations in her pussy, caught in her mom's arms, with their faces drawn achingly close as the teen pants hard against her mom's mouth.

Soberly, Aniya whispers to her daughter, "It is fun, but I don't want to go to far with you and ruin this. We don't really get hands on with each other, and, I'm scared of what will happen if we do."

Mia breathes, "It's okay. I feel the same. I like this time with you. Let's see where it takes us, yeah?"

Aniya smiles widely, laughing, "Yeah," pulling her daughter close for a hug, resting her phone on the backs of her knuckles on her other hand behind the teen's back, making the vibrator rumble heavily to a hearty moan.

Mia sits astride her mom's knee, grinding on her upper leg, rubbing the silkiness of her panties against her clitoris, confiding in her mom's ear, "I'm so turned on though. I need this... uh-huh..."

Aiming to please, Aniya holds her phone firmly, rubbing her thumb up the screen, reaching higher intensities on the vibrator, watching the teen ride harder, feeling the squelching moistness bleed on her leg warmly, hearing the heaving breaths becoming more stretched and laboured, until...

Mia gushes a torrent to flood down her mom's leg, settling into a puddle on the floor, making her recoil and exclaim, "Fuck!"

Aniya says, "Wait here," leaving the changing room. Soon, she returns with a shop assistant, shouting, "Look at it! Like I said, we didn't notice at first until my daughter crossed it and slipped on it, getting us both wet in the process. She might've twisted her ankle. Look at her, she doesn't exactly look steady on her feet, and she's shaking; clearly traumatised by her experience here today."

The shop assistant says in return, "I'm ever-so-sorry. I don't know how this happened, but I can assure you we will get this cleaned up immediately, and offer you our staff discount by way of an apology to you."

Aniya firmly says to the shop assistant, "If you think we're spending any money here after this, you must be having a laugh. We will see you in court after I sue you."

The shop assistant hastens to state, "Actually, instead of a discount, as an act of good faith, we're willing to allow you to take all items you currently have for free. I will take them to remove the tags if that is better for you?"

Aniya huffs, and asks her daughter, "Does that seem reasonable to you?"

Mia sighs, carefully stepping around the puddle to her mom's side to give her reply to the shop assistant, "I suppose that will have to do. Oh, but we need those shoes to go with these, and those handbags, that clutch for the dress, and a piece of jewellery to pair with each item."

The shop assistant concedes, "Very well. I can see you were in the middle of shopping, and it would be a shame to leave without complete outfits."

Aniya says, "Exactly," following the shop assistant as Mia picks up her additional items, having them all processed at the till by the shop assistant, put neatly into carrier bags for them to leave with. The mother forces a smile at the shop assistant before leaving, with her daughter by her side, sharing the carrier bags between them as they casually make their exit from the store. Aniya offers to her daughter, "I think we need a coffee after that."

Sitting in a rear corner of the coffee shop with their haul from the fashion retailer, Mia rummages through everything they've just been gifted, almost not believing how they got away with not paying for any of it. She offers to her mom, "Did you want any of this stuff?"

Aniya calmly replies after a sip of her coffee, "No, we were shopping for you today. My treat."