Like Daughter, Like Mother (Episode III)

Like Daughter, Like Mother

Episode 3

I dressed as quickly as I could, decending the stairs in an old U2 T-Shirt and sweat pants pausing only to splash some water over my unshaven face. My only purpose was to appear as normal as possible and to try and banish the mistakes that I’d allowed to happen over the previous hours. But now was my chance to prove what a loving husband I really was… As I reached the hallway my wife Claire was waiting to greet me, beaming and beautiful in her summer cotton dress and holding aloft a steaming Irish coffee.

“Come say hello to Lauren,” she gushed, “We’re in the garden with Mom…”

I emerged to find the three women seated under the gazebo in the centre of the leafy back yard, a bottle of Hennessey brandy planted in the middle of the table.

My wife’s friend stood as I approached and for an instant the man in me wished I’d at least bothered to have a shave.

Lauren was a petite Blonde with the greenest eyes I’d ever seen, and although her legs weren’t as long and as elegant as my own wife’s her dainty ankles were clad in a pair of four-inch high stilletto heels that lifted her tight ass high as the Empire State Building. As if that wasn’t enough, she was gifted with an enormous set of natural tits that quite literally entered the room seconds before she did.

Claire had told me that in Junior High School Lauren’s life had been made a misery by cruel kids who would poke fun at her out of jealousy or spite, until she joined the cheerleading squad in Senior school and became the girl every guy wanted to date. It was obvious that whatever body image issues Lauren had once had were now far in her past.

Today she was wearing a Guns and Roses classic tee-shirt that had clearly either shrunk in the laundry or been designed for a much smaller lady. Her impressive chest pushed the shirt high enough that I could just discern what looked like a twinkling diamond stud which pierced her navel. Completing her rock ‘n roll look was a frayed denim micro mini that just about covered her modesty, held in place by a thick vintage buckled leather belt.

I leaned across the garden table and extended my hand with a smile but apparently Lauren had other ideas.

“Come here, You,” she exclaimed leaning across the table and hugging me tightly while planting a wet kiss at the corner of my mouth. “Oooh, Scratchy!” She said, “And don’t you look like quite the Grunge God today! Last time I saw you you looked a poster boy for the Ivy League! But hey, I suppose we were at a funeral…”

She glanced at Anne and Claire in turn, conscious at what she had just said but suddenly all three girls began to giggle loudly at the inappropriateness of the little blonde's observation.

Lauren resumed her seat opposite me as I sat down between my wife and my Mother-in-Law. I took a sip of my drink, reaching into my pocket for my cigarettes. As Lauren took a deep draught on her Irish Coffee Claire my wife leaned over to stroke my cheek.

“Grunge God,” she mouthed with a cheeky wink.

Now my wife’s Mom attempted to pour some more brandy into my coffee glass, but remembering the catastrophic mistake I’d made the night before when I inadvertently entered Anne’s bed in a drunken haze and passionately took her in the ass I pulled my glass out of the way and mumbled,

“No way, ladies!”

Anne looked at me for a split second and I could see her dark eyebrow arch knowingly above her oversized sunglasses. She was wearing one of her late-husband’s white dress shirts which on her petite frame was long enough to almost cover her bare knees. Her raven dark hair was pony-tailed today and pinned to the back of her head and I swear she looked young enough to be my wife’s twin sister. Incredibly, I felt my cock stir in my sweat pants as I remembered how wanton she’d been both last night and again this morning. Christ!

“I won’t force it on you, Phillip,” she said with a throaty nuance and I prayed I was the only one at the table who got it!

“Don’t mind if I do!” said my wife proferring her now empty glass and as Lauren did likewise both glasses clinked loudly together causing the girls to collapse again in laughter. Just how much wine had they drunk at ‘lunch’ I wondered?

As the three girls chattered animatedly I chanced to look across the table at Lauren. I

couldn’t help but notice that her denim mini had ridden up high upon her tanned thighs. As I watched she leaned back in laughter at a remark my wife had made and her legs parted briefly affording me a glimpse of her rounded, plump pussy mound, clad in pristine white cotton. I thought how innocent her underwear was compared to the rock-chick persona she portrayed on the outside.

The thought caused my still semi-rigid cock to harden even more and I immediately shot my eyes upwards to calm my mindless member. Unfortunately my eyes fell on Lauren’s full breasts, now bobbing animatedly under her tee-shirt as she continued her giggling. Her nipples were clearly visible as two tiny nubbins pointing daintily upwards from her stretching top. I hurriedly crossed my legs and reached for my cold coffee as my uncontrollable tool began to tent in my pants.

“God, please don’t let me get a hard-on,” I silently screamed.

To make the situation just that little bit worse, my Mother-in-Law again reached forward with the brandy to refill the girl’s drinks, and in doing so she rested her right arm against my crossed leg. As she leaned forward her elbow brushed across my inlflamed knob and she lowered her head and threw me a knowing look over her sunglasses.

“I’m not going to offer you a drink, Darling”, she said, “I think you might very well be on driving duty tonight…”

“No problem!” I cried, maybe a bit too loudly. “I’ll just go put on some sneakers and I’ll be right back…”

In a virtual panic I got up from my seat allowing my now nearly stiff tool to fall visibly down the leg of my pants. Turning away rapidly I jogged towards the backyard door while jamming my hand into my pocket in an failing attempt to camoflage my obvious erection. Comical though I’m sure I must have looked, it caused an embarassed flush to my cheeks as I heard the raucous cackling of those three little witches follow me down the garden. Damn!

At the kitchen sink I drank a couple of glasses of ice-cold water and calmed myself down. Through the window I could see the girls still engaged in animated conversation. Their heads would move together as one or other would speak, and repeatedly all three would suddenly throw their heads back and scream with laughter, then raising their glasses and toasting before re-filling their drinks. What the hell were they talking about that was so funny? I thought about taking the time to shave and shower but my main concern was to drop Lauren off and get back to spend some quality time with my wife.

As I came back outside Anne stood up and announced,

“Lauren, Darling, your chauffeur has arrived!”

I’d picked up my car keys from the ‘phone table and in an effort to regain some kind of cool I bowed gallantly and jangled my keys aloft.

“Where too, Miz Lauren?” I asked.

“Home James!” cried the little blonde as she stood up unsteadily from her seat.

I walked ahead of the women as Anne and Claire helped Lauren cross the lawn to the driveway. Sitting in the driving seat I watched my wife and her mom propel Lauren towards the car, no easy task as her stilletto heels sank into the grass at every step causing further screams and laughter. Eventually they got her to the Merc and I confess I was slightly disappointed when Anne opened the rear door and Lauren stumbled in. Claire and Anne were arm in arm as I opened the passenger door.

“Hey Baby,” I said to Claire, “Wanna come for the drive?”

“No Mr. Grunge God,” she replied, placing her finger at the corner of her pretty mouth. “But you guys have fun and I’ll see you later…” And she winked at me again and blew me a kiss…

Lauren only lived about 30 minutes away and I took it easy as we drove. Glimpsing her lolling about on the back seat I took the opportunity to angle my rear-view mirror downwards so I could one again glimpse those tight white panties. Well, what red-blooded man wouldn’t? And talk about a rear view.

Her knees were now pulled up in the well of the backseat and her tiny skirt had ridden up almost to her waist. I could see that one side of her tiny white panties had dissapeared into the crack of her pussy allowing me to ogle her pink little lips on one side, framed by a gossamer golden candyfloss of blonde silky straight hair. How different from the angry auburn thatch of Claire it looked!

As we drove she spoke about the collapse of her marriage to her High-School jock sweetheart, Neil, upon the birth of her little boy. Her husband, it seemed, had remained an immature jerk who continued to act like a schoolboy while his lovely wife attempted to cope with young motherhood and building a home for her boys. Upon discovering his third affair, this one with a local College student who didn’t even know he was married, Lauren had filed for divorce.

She had employed Don, Claire’s late father as her counsel and had been left with the house, two cars and a monthly allowance that ensured she’d never again have to go to work. A financially crippled Neil now lived back at his rich folk’s house and hardly ever made time to see his son.

“But you know I miss the bastard sometimes,” slurred an emotional Lauren from the Merc’s backseat, “That boy sure could…. Oh, hey Phillip, this right, last house…. Yep, just here….”

I pulled the car to a stop in front of the impressive front door and got out of the car to help Lauren out. My hands lifted the drunken girl from the backseat and she momentarily fell into my chest, those amazing breasts brushing againt the lucky faces of the U2 boys on my shirt and then looked up at me with moistened eyes.

“Claire’s a lucky girl,” she whispered, kissing me again at the corner of my mouth…

“Let’s get you inside, Baby,” I whispered, filled with tenderness for this girl whose life had turned out so different from my own and Claire’s.

As we entered the hallway I called out out for the benefit of a babysitter,

“Hey, Mommy’s home!”

“Oh, Brandon’s with my Mom for the evening,” said Lauren, “Shit! I knew it was gonna be a riot when I agreed to meet up with Claire… Shit, you know Claire…” she slurred…

(WHAT? I thought…)

Here she leaned around and looked me deep into my eyes.

“I’m a very, very good Mommy, Phil” she said, "but sometimes I need some girl time... Or just me time..."

“I can tell that, Lauren,” I replied, “And you know, things have a way of working out… Hey, do you have a photo of Brandon? I’d love to see one…”

“YEAH!” she said, suddenly seeming to sober up and becoming more animated. “Let’s go into the lounge and I’ll get you a beer… Michelob?”

She pranced down the hallway as I was about to call out that I shouldn’t drink… But I noticed that her panties were sitll visible beneath her crumpled jean skirt, the white cotton now stuck halfway up her ass displaying a tantalising demi-globe of downy ass cheek…

I was already seated in a recliner when she returned carrying two frosty bottles in one hand and a photo album in the other. She squatted down on the floor in front of me as I flipped through the cute baby photos. Sipping my beer I commented on the cuteness of her son’s baby pictures as she drank deeply from her bottle. Suddenly she plucked the photo album from my hand and vanished from the room. She returned almost immediately with a pair of fresh beers in her hand and a bunch of Polaroid photos in the other.

“Take a look at those,” she slurred, and I took the bunch of photos from her hand.

As I flipped from image to image I couldn’t belive what I was seeing.

The first shots were innocent enough, a basic high-school cheerleading squad, including a young Claire, but as I perused the instamatic polaroids I discovered more intimate shots. Pictures of a bare-breasted Claire wearing just a cheerleader’s skirt beaming saucily at the camera; shots of Claire and Lauren french kissing and fondling each others naked breasts; a single photograph of my darling Claire, grinning hungrily, about to go down on the hairy cock of a boy who’s face did not appear in the frame.

Now flicking quickly through the set of photographs I beheld an image of my darling wife, gazing directly at the camera as her dainty tounge dipped into the blonde pussy of a large breasted girl, behind her, a fit looking boy was approaching her heart shaped ass with a raging erection that was pointed in the direction of my love’s elevated pussy…

Shocked and stunned by the images I was viewing, I still felt my cock beginning to swell… I looked down upon Lauren who had by now nestled between my legs and saw that she had a strange expression of knowing, wanton lust upon her face. I hadn’t even noticed that by now my cock was standing ramrod hard and had already moistened the strained crotch of my grey sweats with pre-cum…

“You know what,” asked Lauren, leaning upon my knees and staring deeply into my eyes as her mini-skirted ass started to describe slow circles behind her, “In that year we fucked the entire football team and two of the coaches. And we did it a lot more than just once. Claire was voted second best blow job and cutest tits and I was voted prettiest pussy. Now come here…”

Lauren snatched down my sweatpants and wriggled between my legs. Just for a second I attempted to hold her back as I was aware that I hadn’t showered today and my groin must stink of both my wife’s and her mother’s pussy and ass. But Lauren was a woman on a mission and she brushed aside my restraining hands with a throaty “Shusssshhhhh…”

Now her full, voluptuos tits rested heavy upon my straining legs and I could feel her erect nipples brush against the tops of my clenched thighs. Powerless to resist I watched her blonde mane fall over my crotch as her lipsticked mouth enveloped my swollen knob. Without any hesitation she reached up to firmly grasp my throbbing shaft as her delicious welcoming throat took me deep within her.

She moaned greedily as her button nose buried itself in my pungent pubic hair. Her other hand came up to stroke my balls and her lips and fist began to caress my shaft with a vigour that was as painful as it was pleasureable. Angling her head forward to take me further and further into her molten throat I felt my balls tighten as I knew I was about to spurt. Opening my eyes for a split second I could see in the mirror above the fire-place that her tiny skirt had by now gathered about her waist and I watched her delicious ass, half clad in those white, virginal panties, bob in counterpoint to the frantic up and down movements of her hungry lips.

I exploded into Lauren’s eager mouth, pumping load after load of hot creamy come into the beautiful face of my wife’s best friend. She gagged only slightly, eventually leaning back to lick my dripping cock clean of its last emissions, panting frantically at her own arousal.

“Guess who the football team voted ‘Best Blow Job’,” she spluttered as her dreamy emerald eyes gazed deep into mine.

Her mouth now completely lifted itself from my softening cock. She had a stream of coconut milk come draining from the corner of her puffy mouth as she looked up at me

. “I’m gonna get us some more beers, Sweetie,” she whispered. “You do whatever you need to do to get that thing of yours ready to fuck my little puss…”

She raised herself up gave me an unmistakeable look, and then strode out of the room, tottering slightly on her high heeled shoes. Sticky and spent though I was my gaze locked on her delectable pantie clad ass as she wiggled toward the kitchen and I felt my overburdened cock begin to swell once again. Just before she exited the door she reached down and unclipped her belt. Her micro skirt hit the floor with a clunck and I was rewarded by the sight of this blonde darling waltzing from the room in just a midi tee-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties which had mostly dissapeared up her bottom.

As she reached the door she hooked a little finger beneath her underwear and pulled the sodden seam from between her cheeks and pussy lips and settled her knickers neatly around her gorgeous ass. My cock began inexorably to stiffen once again.

By the time she returned I had fully undressed. While Lauren had been in the kitchen I’d taken another look at the photographs she’d shown me and I was both shocked and incredibly turned on by the images of my pretty wife and her girlfriend behaving like a couple of whores for the benefit of their high-school football team. I’d known of course that my darling wife was not a virgin when I’d first taken her to bed but I’d always thought that Claire was comparatively inexperienced when it came to sex. Certainly, she’d always seemed shy and quite innocent when we’d first gotten together and I’d always been very gentle and unhurried when we first began making love. The polaroid photo I now held in my hand, an image of a younger Claire staring boldly at the camera as her face was being filled by the fat cock of some high-school jock made a joke of my previous assumptions.

It was clear that my beautiful demure wife had been a total slut as a schoolgirl and moreover hadn’t minded at all that some spotty adolescent dick-head had happily photographed her whoring antics! As conflicting thoughts of jealousy and guilty arousal cascaded around my mind I realised that my cock was once again ramrod stiff but what happened next caused me to harden even more.

Lauren re-entered the lounge carrying a further two bottles of ice-cold beer and I saw that she had removed her top and was now dressed in only her white cotton panties and her heels. I’d always considered myself more of a leg man and had never really gone out with any particularly big-breasted girls but looking up at this petite blonde’s massive tits I ached to feel them in my hands and in my mouth. Her rosebud nipples were the shape and colour of tiny pink marshmallows and as I groaned softly in arousal she moved in front of my chair. As she turned around to place the beer bottles on the table I was faced with her cotton clad ass directly in front of my face.

Helplessly, I reached out to grab her hips and I pushed my face into her moist and fragrant cleft. Lauren gave a surprised “Ooooh!” as I began to lick her pussy through the panties and she spread her legs wider and dropped her hands to brace herself against the coffee table, her head falling forward so that her blonde hair touched the floor. I continued to lap passionately at her ever moistening pussy as I enhaled deeply the scent of her ripe wet sex. Her high cries of passion aroused me still further and I gathered my fists at the leg of her panties and roughly tore the soaked cotton away from her crotch.

Flinging the sodden material aside I moved my head back to look upon her golden entrance. Her pussy lips were now ruby red and swollen, peeking cheekily from her silken blonde thatch. Her vagina had opened slightly in her arousal and I couldn’t help but dip the tip of my tongue into her. She screamed lewedly as I began to lick her from clitoris to asshole and I felt her push her bottom against my bobbing face. Moving down to take her budding clit between my teeth I felt a tremor course through her as she screamed again and came against my lips.

By now her forehead was resting against the wooden flooring in a halo of sweaty blonde locks and I could see her pained face, eyes tightly closed, panting beneath those firm suspended tits. Gripping her hips with both hands I forced the heavy recliner backwards and stood behind the little blonde. Reaching around to grasp her heaving mounds in my fists my cock head nestled at the portal of her golden honeypot and with a single upward shove I began to fuck her.

As I forced myself deep within her my every thrust was matched by a moaned “Ooooooh!” from Lauren. I began to quicken my forceful movements inside her as I took a glance downward to watch my thick shaft penetrate her tight goldent cunt. Her juices had copiously coated my thick cock and the sight of my glistening shaft pounding in and out of my wife’s best friend’s pussy caused my balls to tighten as I felt the beginnings of an explosive come. Sensing my climax, the little trollope reached under her legs to caress my balls with her long fingernails. This latest stimulation caused me to come immediately and violently, and I pumped stream after stream of hot creamy come deep into her belly. I pulled her quivering hips even deeper onto me as I came and was rewarded to feel her hot pussy spasm repeatedly around my rampant cock as she too experienced a thundering orgasm. Still within her, I reached forward and lifted her hand from the floor and placed it once again on the edge of the coffee table.

Her head drew upward with a contented satisfied sigh. I buried my face in the damp blonde hair cascading over her trembling shoulders, kissing her softly at the nape of her spine. My day-old bristling beard rasped on her soft skin causing her to purr contentedly. As my hands still idly toyed with her full breasts my softening cock slid out of her with an audible plop! She gave a keening cry as my copious emission began to seep out of her and flow down her tanned inner thighs. Removing her stroking hand from my balls she collected my come on to her fingers and brought the shiny mess to her mouth. I listened to her slurping as she licked her soiled fingers clean.

I dressed and drained the last of my warm Michelob as I listened to the electric hum of the shower unit as Lauren bathed upstairs. My eyes moved from the scattered polaroid photos on the floor to Lauren’s torn stained and soaked cotton panties, lying beside the big fire place.

I selected one photo, a picture of my young wife clad only in a cheer leader’s skirt beaming wide eyed and bare breasted at the camera while grasping two hard cocks in her outstretched hands, their owners faces not in the shot. Splashed across her pert breasts were what looked like cupfulls of a pearly white liquid. More than just what one boy might produce. Or two. Or even three.

I moved to the fireplace and picked up Lauren’s ruined panties and stuffed them into my sweatpants pocket along with the photo. I could hear Lauren singing a Whitney Houston song in the shower as I let myself quietly out the front door to drive back to my Mother-in-Law’s house. I kept it at a steady 35.

Anne was still up as I entered the house. She told me that Claire had decided to have an early night and was upstairs in our room asleep.