The Mom-Daughter Lovers Club – Chapter 5 – by LL72
Over the last month things had changed considerably in the Tyler House. The working week was still the same: Marcia dressed in an well-cut and conservative business suit for work, before changing into an equally expensive skirt and blouse when she returned, at work setting high standards for her subordinates and at home encouraging her daughter to keep up her grades, avoid the distractions which could imperil a teenage girl and to be the best she could be. However, as soon as she entered the door on Friday evening all that changed and she gave herself body and soul to her lover, her daughter — Shawna.
Marcia shivered with anticipation as she shut her car door and walked towards the front door. Over the last few weeks she and Shawna had spent the weekend fucking in virtually all conceivable position and in every room of the house. She had as much sex over the month as she’d had over the previous eighteen years — and all of it much better than the crappy bangings she’d got from the selfish prick of an ex-husband or the few failed relationships which had followed after he left. She had high hopes that this weekend would be as enjoyable as the previous.
“I’m home,” she called out as she entered, shutting the door behind her.
Seconds later her daughter appeared from the main room. She was wearing pumps indoors, which during the week was a definite no-no as slippers were the correct indoor footwear, as well as pair of tiny denim shorts and a cropped top (without a bra from the way her tits jiggled underneath, Marcia guessed), which would both been equally banned as too unladylike for the teen. However on the weekend Shawna was the one in charge and she wore what she wanted and during that time her Mom had no problem with it. The teen crossed the floor without a word, before stopping in front of her Mom and reaching round to grasp her tightly, jamming her mouth down on the Milf’s. Marcia opened her own lips, allowing her daughter’s tongue to slip in and slide round, the teen’s hand gripping her Mom’s ass at the same time and squeezing it tight, as if she owned her — which she did until eight on Monday morning.
Melting into the kiss, Marcia happily let her daughter take possession. She still secretly worried that her daughter would suddenly think it was all a mistake and that one Friday Marcia would come home to Shawna dressed in a comfortable cardigan and smart slacks. However, today was not that day, her daughter’s mouth was moving over hers, the teen’s breast pushing through the top and rubbing at her Mom. The older woman kissed back, her own hands on her daughter’s lower back, massaging the smooth skin and sliding her fingers beneath the denim to rub at her buttocks.
After a few moments Shawna broke the kiss. “We’re going over to Ellie’s for dinner, so get changed.”
Marcia gave a sexy pout, “I was hoping we could have some you and me time, I’ve not eaten that tasty pussy of yours since I woke you on Monday.”
Her daughter just grinned and spanked her behind, “Upstairs. I said we’d be over by just after six.”
Marcia giggled and went to the stairs, making sure she swung her hips sexily as she climbed the stairs, knowing her daughter was close and concentrating her gaze on her Mom’s behind. She went to her room and slipped off her jacket, before pausing as Shawna took a seat on the bedroom chair, licking her lips as she waited for her Mom to continue stripping. The Milf swayed to an invisible beat as she slowly began to undo her blouse, turning towards her daughter as the bra was exposed and then swinging teasingly away as she undid the rest. Still with her back to Shawna she slid the top off. Her waist gyrated as she reached down for the skirt hem, her thumbs hooking under the elastic to slide down the grey business like garment in the sexiest way possible. In the mirror she could see Shawna grinning in appreciation, her eyes devouring her Mom’s body. The sensible shoes were next, it was harder to take them off sexily without falling over, but she kicked them off at least semi-successfully and then removed her pantyhose leaving her in just bra and panties. Normally she’d remove them and replace them with something sexier, but if they were going over to Ellie’s she suspected that thong and see through bras weren’t the style.
“What do you want me to wear, I’ve some nice casual slacks and a pullover, I can wear them and change into something sexier when we get home,” she turned her head towards her daughter.
“I don’t think that’s suitable underwear for visiting Ellie and her Mom,” Shawna said in reply, “Take them off.”
“Sorry, of course,” Marcia blushed at needing to be told that her bra and panties were too staid for a Friday, it was embarrassing to not anticipate Shawna’s asks. At the same time she felt a thrill to think that she’d be having an adult conversation with Mrs Carter, whilst clad in the naughtiest underwear,
Bending over she slipped her panties slowly down, making sure she gently twerked her butt for her daughter’s delight. Straightening up she turned her head over her shoulder again, “Do you want to unhook me?”
“I can do,” Shawna replied. The teen walked over to her Mom and unclipped the bra, pulling it away with one hand, whilst the other slid over her Mom’s naked stomach and gently massaged it with her palm.
“You sure you want to go, we can cancel,” her Mom said, as her daughter’s hand went lower and the bra fluttered to the floor at her feet. Shawna didn’t answer for a moment, her mouth on Marcia’s neck, gently kissing and licking the side of her throat. The older woman groaned in excitement as Shawna’s spare hand went to her tit and began to squeeze it sexily.
Then as abruptly as she started the teen stopped, “No, I’ve been looking forward to this dinner all day.”
Marcia was disappointed, but she told herself the meal couldn’t last forever and when they got back she’d get down on her knees and show Shawna’s pussy the love it deserved. No matter what they were going to be served for dinner she knew it would be the tastiest thing she ate all night.
Her daughter was over by the wardrobe flicking through the dresses. Eventually she pulled one out and held it up. “It’s a little daring,” Marcia said. The dress was one her daughter had made her buy a couple of weekends ago, and whilst she had worn it once for a Sunday night dinner with the two of them it was way too short and too revealing of cleavage to be one she wore to go out. She explained to her daughter “I’d look like a slut in it.”
“A hot, sexy slut,” Shawna corrected and lay it on the bed. “I don’t think it needs a bra and if you’re not wearing a bra why bother with panties?”
Marcia shivered, at least partially she had to admit, with excitement, “What will Mrs Carter think?” She had met Ellie’s Mom a few times over the years, enough to call her Amber when they were together, but she didn’t think teen girls should address their friend’s Moms by their first name, so she always called her Mrs Carter when speaking about her to Shawna.