All characters depicted are eighteen or above.
My name is Jayne Parker. If you've read the first part of this story, you may well be interested to hear more about my good friend, and confidant, Carla.
On my father's recent birthday, we had both dressed in our school uniforms, and had given him a memorable, and most pleasurable evening.
We had licked, sucked, and fucked.
Carla had put me over her knee, and spanked me.
Whilst over her knee, my father had fucked me from behind, but it was she, who received his load.
He had fucked her anally, as she licked me to yet, another orgasm.
Her's is an interesting story.
She lives alone with her mother. She has no siblings, and her father had left her mother, three years prior to Carla's eighteenth birthday.
Both Carla, and her mother, are stunning.
Carla is still eighteen. She exudes beauty, and sexual attraction, in equal measure.
She has an amazing body. Her tits and legs are perfect, as is her her long, red hair.
Her mother is twenty three years older. They could easily pass as sisters. She too exudes an incredible sexuality. Her mother's hair is also long, though she likes to change the colour,on a frequent basis.
Carla rarely wears perfume, she prefers to smell of sex.
She has a penchant for wearing her mother's dirty underwear, particularly after she knows for sure, she's been wearing them during sex.
Her mother especially likes frilly underwear. On my father's birthday, Carla had been wearing a black pair, for two days, day, and night. Both he, and I, had savored their aroma. She had given them to my father as a gift. He had sniffed them, as he watched me lick her to orgasm, as she leaned against our kitchen sink. She told me that she was one hundred percent sure her mother had been fingered, or fucked, whilst wearing them. We know for sure, that Carla had masturbated into them. We had heard her the evening before, over the speaker phone, as my father fucked my mouth.
I had undone her blouse as she stood in our kitchen. Her mother's black, frilly bra, was covered in cum.
Carla didn't need perfume. She liked to smell like a freshly fucked whore.
As it turns out, for much of the time, that's exactly what she had become.
After having sex with my father, we had gone to my bedroom together.
Neither of us had washed. We had climbed into my bed. We had given each other, pussy flavored kisses.
I had slid my fingers between her buttocks. They went in so easily. They were still slippery from the olive oil, and my father's fresh cum.
We were stroking each other's pussy's. I began to talk.
"So. Tell me about your fetish."
"You mean my love of my mother's dirty underwear?"
"Well, yes, for a start!"
We both laughed, and she began to tell her story.
"It all started a few months ago. I had just turned eighteen. I've always been a horny bitch, as you well know."
She went on to tell me that she had been, incredibly naive, in believing that her beautiful mother, had a lot of boyfriends, and girlfriends.
She would lie in bed at night, listening to her mother, obviously being fucked, licked, or whatever. She said that her imagination would run riot. She had never actually seen her in action, but that only fueled her fantasies. She would masturbate as she listened, and usually came, several times.
"I wanted to heighten the experience. After my mother had clearly, been given a good seeing to, the following morning, I went to her laundry basket.
At the top was a red set of frilly underwear. I had held them to my face, and had taken a deep breath. It was heavenly. There were traces of cum, all over, both the panties, and her bra. Above all, they smelled of Mummy's cunt."
