After my stepdaughter sent me the video of herself masturbating, knowing I would watch it and masturbate too, Chloe is surprisingly well behaved for the rest of the evening. She joins me and her father in the living room as we all watch a dreadful film with Liam Neeson in it as yet another psychotic hitman. Admittedly, every time I glance over at her, she manages to have her legs spread just enough so that I can see the pretty blue knickers with little polka dots which I can see peeking out from under her long white tee shirt / nightshirt. I’m presuming these are another of the pairs of new knickers I bought for her this afternoon. Eventually she gets tired of teasing me and stands and kisses her Dad on the top of his balding head before turning to me.
“Don’t forget you’re taking me to the match tomorrow, will you, Mummy?”
She smiles at the look of incomprehension on my face. Fuck, I’d forgotten all about her stupid football match. Bang goes my lie-in I think. I watch her grin and she sashays her way out the door, flipping her tee shirt up to give me a proper view of her pantie-clad ass before she closes the door. Her father is oblivious to it all, scrolling through the channels searching for more football highlights to watch now the film is over.
Derek has a lie-in on Sundays. It’s his routine. Up early for a run or cycle or whatever on a Saturday and lie-in on a Sunday. So I end up taking Chloe to the Sunday morning girls under-18 football matches. Chloe is a decent enough player and I’m just relieved that she is getting some exercise. So many girls stop playing sports once they hit puberty that I willingly stand on the sidelines and shout encouragement along with the other parents.
As we get in the car, Chloe hands me the remote controlled vibrator.
“Put this in, Mummy.”
I stare at her in disbelief.
“We're going to a fucking football match, Chloe. There’ll be people there.”
“So?” She stares at me. Her eyes are cold and calculating, boring into my soul. Then she shrugs. “Suit yourself then. But there’ll be no more playtime with me. Your decision.”
“OK,” I desperately want to placate her and take the vibrator from her proffered hand. She watches, biting her bottom lip with excitement as I pull out the elasticated waistband of my leggings and panties and slip the silicone toy against my clit. I attach the magnet to the outside of my knickers that holds it in place then let the leggings snap back into place.
“Good Mummy.” She beams at me as her control and dominance is established once again.
As we drive, it dawns on me that she has started calling me Mummy rather than Step-mother which she always used to say with a hint of condescension. Now it’s Mummy this and Mummy that and it makes me feel so dirty yet at the same time, it makes me drip.
We pull up but before we get out of the car, Chloe flips open the app on her phone and I feel the vibe buzz into life between my legs.
“Fuck,” I groan and am rewarded by a giggle from Chloe. I reach over and grab her wrist. “Please, Chloe.”
With a theatrical sigh, she flips the intensity down to nothing then gives a last little burst just so I know she has control before getting out of the car.
“See you after the match, Mummy,” and with that, she slams the car door and bounds over to join her friends and they all head into the changing rooms.
I’m standing in the queue at the coffee shack when the vibe kicks in again. I squeeze my thighs together and give an involuntary groan as the intensity increases. One of the other mums turns and asks if I’m ok and I intimate period cramps to avoid any more questions. Almost as quickly as they started, the vibrations cease and a smattering of applause indicates the girls have come out onto the pitch. I’m grateful that at least Chloe hasn’t left the vibe on before leaving her phone in the changing room for the whole match.
I’m standing on the sidelines, trying to check how long is left til half-time whilst holding a cup of coffee when one of the other mums sidles up to me.
“Hi, Susan, sorry to bother you but could I ask you a massive favour?”
It's Julia, the mother of one of Chloe’s friends.
“Sure Julia, what is it?”
“I need to go to work early. They’re short staffed at the supermarket. Could you give Ashley a lift home?”
“Sure, no bother.”
She thanks me and rushes off, texting on her phone as she goes. I turn back to the game. Ashley is a cute girl with bigger breasts than Chloe and a mass of red hair. I watch Chloe and Ashley hug after Ashley scores a goal and my mind wanders, imagining Ashley and Chloe in their underwear, imagining them kissing, then imagining them both kissing me.
I shake my head. Jesus, woman, get a grip. It’s bad enough what you are doing with Chloe but could you imagine if word got out about what you were up to?
The referee blows for half-time and the two teams head back into the changing rooms. It’s not long before the vibrations start again and I try to walk as calmly as I can and get into the car. I sit in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel as my stepdaughter torments my dripping pussy. The pulses aren’t long enough to make me cum. She is sliding the controller up and down, making me squirm and pant but never giving me enough to push me over the edge. It is only when the half time break ends and the girls run back onto the pitch that the vibrator is stilled.
The match ends and I decide to go and wait in the car. If Chloe is going to torment me from the changing rooms, I’d rather be in private. I sit there, waiting, but the vibrator doesn’t start up again. I am beginning to wonder if it is broken or out of charge when I see Chloe and Ashley emerge from the changing rooms. Chloe has her phone in her hand and as she talks to Ashley and they slowly walk towards the car, the vibrator kicks into life. The pulses swoop and dive and rise again, it’s as if Chloe is drawing circles with her finger on the control pad. The girls are getting closer and I am teetering on the edge. She sets it to full blast and my pussy is spasming, the vibrations on my clit make me arch my back and I lose control. I can’t help it. I come, in my car, in a car park full of parents and teenage girls. My body shakes and spasms as my teenage stepdaughter makes me orgasm at her command.
She turns the vibrator off and I slump. The two girls talk outside the car, Chloe giving me a few seconds to recover before they both open the doors and get in the back seat. Chloe comments on the smell and Ashley giggles while trying to disguise it and a cold fear grips me. I wonder if Chloe has told Ashley about me, or about the vibrator anyway.
I drive as quickly as speed limits and Sunday morning traffic allow, desperate to get Ashley out of the car before Chloe uses the vibe again. When we pull up outside Ashley’s house, she thanks me for the lift and hopes she’ll see me again soon. As we both watch her walk down her drive, Chloe leans forward until her lips are inches from my ear and whispers “You are such a pervert, Mummy. I know you are imagining licking Ashley’s sweaty panties after a game of football. Would you sniff hers from the hamper too?”
I blush. I don’t even try to contradict her. There’s no point. And she’s probably right anyway. I know that if Chloe told me to, I would do anything. I know that, Chloe knows that and I’m beginning to wonder if Ashley knows that too.
“Leave the vibe in,” Chloe orders as we get out of the car. “I’m away for a shower. You can imagine me naked and soaped up, Mummy, maybe using the new dildo you bought me with the suction base. Would you rather I stuck it to the tiles so I fuck it doggie style or stick it on the floor and ride it cowgirl?”
I stand open-mouthed. Where has she learnt this stuff? I certainly wasn’t like this when I sixteen.
“Later, Mummy,” she giggles, giving the vibrator app one swift buzz to send me clutching the doorframe for support.
“Hi, Daddy.” Chloe kisses my husband on the cheek as she skips through the kitchen and up the stairs.
“How’d it go?” he asks and for a moment I think he is asking how was it having Chloe torturing me and making me cum in the car before catching on that he is talking about the match.
“Oh, they won. 3 - 1 I think. To be honest I lost interest after a while.”
He nods and carries on preparing the Sunday lunch.
My phone buzzes.
Can you come upstairs and give me a hand. In the bathroom
How can I refuse? I noticed she didn’t even bother with a question mark as I climb the stairs.
The door is unlocked and Chloe is in the shower. I watch her through the steamed up shower panel. Her naked body moving under the flow of hot water.
“What is it?”
I wonder if she needs another towel or she is out of shampoo but she turns the water off and steps out, reaching for a towel to dry her hair. She stands naked on the bathmat, rivulets of water running down her teenage body. The droplets run down around the swell of her breasts, around her rock hard baby pink nipples and down her taut stomach and between her legs.
She sits on the edge of the bath with her legs spread and I can’t help but gaze at her tight little pussy. Her labia are swollen and puffy. It’s such a tidy pussy, I think. Everything is tucked away, so unlike my own with my flaps hanging out.
“I want you to shave me.”
I swallow. I’ve never touched Chloe’s pussy. Not directly. I’ve kissed and licked her through her panties and rubbed her clit with my toe but not like this. Not with her sitting naked before me, spread open with everything on display.
I nod and she indicates where the razor and shaving gel are. I run the hot tap and take a facecloth and wet it and kneel in front of her. I place the flannel over her mound, letting the warm water soften the tiny almost invisible hairs.
She doesn’t need to be shaved but I am not going to point that out to her. Instead, I fold the facecloth and remove it, squeezing some shaving foam into my hand and slowly working it over her mound. My thumb brushes her lips and she sighs a little whimpered moan.
I take the razor and carefully slide it through the foam, downwards towards her thigh, a careful diagonal stripe. I repeat the process a few more times, removing the foam and hairs from the mound and sides until only the delicate areas remain.
I run my thumb along her labia, pushing it up to make the skin taut. The heel of my palm brushes her clit and she gives a little whimper and jerk.
“Careful,” I admonish. “Don’t move.”
I carefully slide the blade along her lips, tracing the curve of her flesh as the metal scapes against her teenage pussy. She gazes down. I can hear the change in her breathing as I slowly and carefully shave around her clit hood.
I reach for the face cloth and carefully wipe the foam and soft hairs away, leaving her bare. I’m about to stand up, about to tell her I’m all done, but instead. I lean in and slowly drag the tip of my tongue between her lips. The tip of my tongue traces her teenage folds and her flavour explodes in my mouth. She presses her hips out in response, encouraging me to go further. I press the flat of my tongue against her and slowly drag it along her slit from perineum to clit, slurping over her smooth mons.
“That’s it, Mummy,” she whimpers. “Taste me. Show me how much you want to taste me.”
Her words drive me on. I spread her lips with my thumbs and greedily slurp and lick around her entrance. Her juices ooze out, smearing over my face. My nose brushes her clit as I push my tongue inside her, French kissing her delicious wet pussy.
Her fingers twist and twirl in my hair. She tugs on it like reins, as if controlling me even now, but I don't care. This is my first proper taste of my stepdaughter's pussy and I'm not going to do anything to jeopardise this moment.
Her breathing alters as does the consistency of her juices. They become sweeter, creamier and her breathing is now shallow and she pants constantly. Her thighs begin to shake. Little whimpered moans escape her lips as she whimpers, “Mummy.. I’m.. I’m… I’m going to…”
I thrust my tongue in deeper and swirl it around as her walls clamp around it. What she was going to say is lost as she gives little bird-like squeaks, clamps her hand to her mouth and cums on my face. Her creamy, sweet and musky juices mark me. She holds me there as she jerks and spasms.
When she finally stops, the room is silent. I kneel, my tongue slowly sliding out and licking and lapping her clean. She releases the grip on my hand and stands up. Her legs are shaky and she stands, holding onto the wall for support. She runs her fingers through her smooth mound.
“Thank you, Mummy. You did a good job.”
I climb unsteadily to my feet as well. “Anytime.”
