Promenade in the Parkbyslitlicker69©
((I usually detest the idea of using toys in a movie or a story because it generally means that the writer has just run out of ideas and the toys are used to take up space, which is almost always the case in commercial porn. The toys also usually sever the story line because they put space between the participants and eliminate flesh-to-flesh contact. However, in this particular story with a "Mother-teaches-daughter" theme, I felt that the use of toys was appropriate to the plot. The inclusion of toys in this story, however, did result in a much longer work than I am accustom to posting on this sight. So, be forewarned that this is a very long story. I just hope I was able to keep the use of toys interesting to my readers))
One day after my daughter Katrina reached her eighteenth birthday I was sorting the dirty clothes in preparation for doing laundry. I came across a pair of her panties that had an unusual stain on them. I held it up to the light and noticed that the stain centered around the area where her vagina would be. I held the panties up close to my nose and sniffed. The aroma of her arousal, though faint, was still there and it was strong enough to make my own pussy respond in kind though subconsciously. My daughter is coming of age, I thought. One part of me was proud of that fact, another part of me was somewhat saddened because my little girl was a little girl no longer.
As the days went by, I began to eagerly look forward to the evidence of her nightly arousal on her panties. I began to admit to myself that I was getting a perverse thrill out of this and I began to wonder if my daughter was masturbating at night, or were these stained panties just a result of sexual excitement unrequited resulting in a little vaginal leakage? The thought of my poor, sweet, young daughter writhing in bed, twisting in the agonies of sexual arousal without knowing how to bring herself off made me exceedingly horny myself. I found myself taking her panties into my bedroom with me to sniff them as I masturbated.
While not yet depraved enough to admit to myself that I wanted to have sex with my daughter, I felt that it was my duty as her mother to instruct her in the proper ways to masturbate, where the erogenous zones on her body were, and how to use sex toys for maximum pleasure and as an aid to orgasm. The problem was in finding a way to approach subjects of such sensitivity with my daughter. This would require a little ground work.
One day after dinner while we were watching a brain-dead show on TV, I asked Katrina if she would like to go for a walk in the park. "And afterwards I'll buy you an ice cream cone," I said.
"Sure, mom. It's boring watching this stupid show anyway." "Okay, let's change into some comfortable clothes and be on our way."
I went into my bedroom, showered and put on my panties and bra, and then slipped on a diaphanous light blue summer evening dress that came to just above the knee. It buttoned all the way down the front, but I left a few buttons undone on top just to show my ample cleavage. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that for thirty-six I wasn't all that bad. The bra I'd chosen lifted my breasts up and out while showing cleavage on the top. The thin material of my summer dress clung to my bra cones--and to the rest of my voluptuous curves. The white of my bra and panties showed faintly through the blue of my dress. My blonde hair hung down to my shoulders framing an attractive, still wrinkle-free face. The blue of my eyes was enhanced by the blue of my dress. I smiled at myself, grabbed my purse and headed for the front room where my daughter was waiting.
Katrina was dressed in a blue denim mini with a white T-shirt on top. I noticed immediately that she had no bra, but her firm young boobs, a tad smaller than mine, needed no support. Like me she had blue eyes and blonde hair, though her hair was not quite as long as mine.
"Shall we go?" I asked.
"Ready when you are, mommy."
I took my daughter's hand and led her out the door. There is a large park near our Arizona home and soon we were strolling along a path lined with trees. Beyond the trees were vast expanses of grass containing picnic areas with tables and ball fields. We paused now and then to smell the flowers that filled spaces between some of the trees. Joggers and other strollers passed us by going this way or that. The late May air was still full of the vibrance of spring--especially in the highly vegetated park--and the summer heat had not yet become stifling. It was a beautiful time of the year to be out walking or jogging and there were plenty of people doing just that.
We passed by a bench where two beautiful, twenty-something women were sitting. One was a voluptuous blonde about my size with shoulder length hair. The other was a dirty blonde-brunette with shorter hair and a more petite body, but her boobs were nearly as big as her friend's. They both had on T-shirts and micro minis showing off virtually all of their gorgeous gams. My heart nearly jumped up my throat just at the sight of them--but it was what they were doing that immediately went to my pussy. They were making out and fondling each other's breasts. I used to fool around with girls a bit myself before I got married but then I kind of suppressed that side of me in the interest of my family. Then even after my husband left me a few years ago, for some reason I never took the initiative to get back into that girl-girl life-style even though my body secretly longed for it. So, out of habit, I guess, I continued to suppress my cravings for the fairer sex. But seeing these two beautiful, sexy young women making out like that brought it all back and then some. My emotions and lusts flooded out like the bursting of a dam and my panties grew immediately wet.
I threw a surreptitious glance at my daughter out of curiosity. Her face was bright red, but instead of turning away from that kinky, sexy sight, her eyes, glistening, were glued on the pair. Did I denote a hint of arousal in her beautiful blue eyes? Or was that just curiosity sparkling there? Could Katrina have been affected by this sight in the same way I was? All of these thoughts--and others too shameful to mention--buzzed through my mind as we passed by the pair and continued our promenade.
Up ahead I spied a swing set in a small clearing off to the side of the path. "Would you like to play on the swings sweety?"
"Sure, mommy." Katrina took off running towards the swing set and I followed close behind.
Katrina set herself down on one of the swing seats with her legs facing me and I caught a glimpse of her white panties up her denim skirt. My heart fluttered a little and a fresh surge of wetness stained my own panties. "L-l-l-let mommy give you a push to get you started, sweety." I said as I stepped around behind her.
I placed my hands on her back thinking how wonderful it was to touch her, letting her warmth and vitality radiate from my hands all through my own body. Then, reluctantly, I gave her a little shove to get her started. As the swinging motion took her higher and higher I was no longer shoving her from her back, but now my hands found their way to her ass. The feel of her pert globes on my hands as I got to briefly touch her there before giving another shove gave me goose bumps all over. Not trusting my self to fondle her butt in that way, I began to just swat her ass each time her pendulum motion brought her seat back to me. And, each time I swatted her rear, she giggled.
Overcome with lust, love and a thousand emotions I couldn't begin to name I moved around to the front again. "Mommy's not going to push you anymore, sweety. You're making the swing go high enough as it is."
Actually my real motives for moving around to her front was so I could catch another glimpse up her skirt. The motions of the swing combined with her own physical efforts had caused her skirt to hike up to her hips. Her legs were fully exposed in all their silky smooth, hairless glory, and they were parted enough for me to see plenty of her panty-covered crotch. And another lump formed in my throat. It was all I could do to keep from reaching a hand down and playing with myself while watching this beautiful erotic sight. Each time my daughter's swinging motion brought her close up to me with her crotch face high to me, I could faintly smell the tangy aroma of her female arousal.
As the momentum of her swinging began to slow down I called out. "Does my little sweety want to fly like a bird?"
"What do you mean mommy?" She giggled.
"Next time you come up near me, let go of the swing and you'll fly through the air like a bird." "But I'm afraid, mommy, won't I get hurt?"
"Go ahead sweety, mommy'll catch you."
"Here I come," she said giggling. Then she let go of the swing and flung herself towards my open arms. She landed on me with more force than I had expected and we both went sprawling to the ground. Giggling, we both rolled over and over in the grass while wrapped up in each other's arms. Then we took to tickling each other and giggling more giggles as we continued to roll around on the grass, our legs intertwining and both of our skirts hiking up high enough to give a free porn show to any passers by.
We ended up with me on the bottom and my daughter on top of me. We just lay there for a moment in an embrace, feeling each other breathe heavily. Katrina's face was nuzzled against the top of my ample breasts and the heat of her exhalations were sending new armies of goose bumps marching all over my body. My nipples grew very erect, literally aching as they pressed against my bra cones. And my pussy? Well it was well beyond help--and now I could feel the unmistakable heat of my daughter's own desires pressed against mine. I began to tremble partly out of that maddening desire that was overwhelming me, and partly out of fear that I was going to rape my own daughter right here and now in front of the whole world.
"Are you okay mommy?" Katrina asked feeling my trembles.
"Uhh? Oh! Yes, dear. Uhh, mommy's okay. Do you want to scoot up a bit higher and give mommy a nice kiss, and then we'll go get an ice cream cone."
"Ice cream, oh goody," Katrina said as she eagerly scooted herself up my body to plant a little peck on my cheek.
"You can kiss mommy better than that," I said. Holding her sweet face between my hands I brought our lips together into a long, lingering kiss. The weight and heat of her body against mine as we kissed and the sweet moistness of her lips upon mine sent my senses reeling and my loins to purring. The fragrance of her young, freshly bathed skin mixed with the tangy odor of both of our arousals sent me into la-la land. When Katrina made no effort to pull away from our lingering kiss, I got bold and let my tongue dance gingerly across her lips. Then, out of fear of going too far, too fast, I pushed her away with a giggle. "Let's go get that ice cream cone now honey."
"Oh, yummy, mummy!" Katrina said, jumping up with joy.
Still feeling a little weak in the knees from my illicit lusts, I struggled to get up with a little help from Katrina. Then, both of us giggling, we brushed the grass off of each other including some playful little slaps on each other's butts.
The sun was long gone by this time but there was a full moon and in the clear Arizona sky the moon and stars provided plenty of light. We stood there for a moment looking into each others eyes. The lights of the heavens glistened in her blue orbs as she looked up at me full of expectation and excitement. I felt like I could have taken her right then and there, but my protective instincts and propriety won out. Gently I put my arms around her hugging her close to me, then I kissed the top of her head relishing her freshly washed hair.
"I love you sweety."
"I love you too mommy," she said with a tight squeeze around my middle.
Arm in arm we then trundled off to the opposite end of the park from our home where there was a Baskin Robbins. I bought her a double dip cone with her two favortie flavors Fudge Chocolate on the bottom and Strawberry on top.
"Didn't you want to get a cone too, Mommy?" She said as we headed back to the park.
"I was hoping that maybe you'd let me have part of yours?"
"Sure, mommy, wanna lick?" She held her cone out to me.
"Let's wait until we sit down first, honey." The way she had said the word "lick" sent shivers all through my body--or was it just my dirty mind reading more into it than there was? Any way in a secluded part of the park we found a bench well hidden by foliage where we could enjoy the ice cream--and our privacy--without worrying about prying eyes.
As soon as we sat down together on the bench she held her cone out to me. I placed my hand over hers and brought the cone up to my face. I looked at her through the corner of my eyes as I took a quick lick. "Thank you honey," I said releasing her hand.
I watched her tongue with increasing lust as she licked away at the cone, then turning slightly towards me in the bench she held the cone out to me again. Placing both of my hands over hers this time, I turned to meet her. We looked into each other's eyes as I slowly worked my tongue around the gradually disappearing blob of ice cream. After a few licks I presented to cone back to my daughter--still holding both of her hands in mine. She smiled mischievously at me and licked at the ice cream in a way that made my already throbbing pussy gush more hot lava. Before I knew it we were both licking the rapidly disappearing ice cream at the same time while looking into each other's eyes under the bright Arizona night sky. Now and then our tongues accidently met each other and by the way Katrina's eyes crinkled I came to realize she was enjoying this as much as I was.
When all of the ice cream off the top of the cone was gone we both began munching at the cone at the same time, our lips and tongues colliding and dancing an erotic ballet while somehow managing to consume the rest of the cone and the ice cream it contained. In the end we found ourselves still holding each other's hands, fingers interlocked, and our lips still touching. Both of us were trembling slightly, smoldering volcanoes ready to explode, but both of us fearful of taking that next fateful step. We both just sat there afraid to move, not wanting to move. I breathed her breath into me, letting the sweetness fill my soul. When I thought I could stand it no more without raping her I reluctantly pulled my face away.
"I think my little sweety got ice cream all over her fingers, do you want mommy to lick your sticky fingers clean?"
"Please, mommy." A huge grin broke out over her face as she seemed almost relieved that the erotic tension of the moment before had broken--or at least moved to a new venue.
Holding her hands in mine I let my tongue caress every square inch of her hands, paying special attention to licking her palms and in between her fingers. All the while I looked into her eyes and saw her pleasure reflected there.
"Maybe mommy has sticky on her hands too," Katrina said after I'd finished licking her hands clean.
"Would you like to help mommy?" I said with fluttering heart.
Without answering she held my hands in hers, up close to her face, and her sweet little tongue darted out to shoot the most exquisite pleasures throughout my body as it danced so erotically over my hands. My pussy was gushing like Yellowstone and every square inch of my skin tingled from the dance of her sweet tongue on my hands.
"Thank you honey, that was soooo very sweet," I said throwing my arms around her and hugging her close. I gave her a kiss on the lips, letting it linger, then afraid of what I might do, I turned away and we sat there on the bench side by side, my arm around her shoulder, her head snuggled on my shoulder and her hand on my thigh. We looked at the moon and the stars, listened to the insects buzz and whirr in the nearby bushes, and we listened to each other breathe. Then I kissed her on the top of the head again and said. "We better be getting back, you've got school tomorrow."
"Ah, chucks, mom. School!"
"It's important dear, you know that." I gave her one more quick kiss on the top of her head and stood up. I offered her my hand to help her up.
Hand-in-hand we strolled our way back through the park. As we approached the bench where we had earlier seen the two hotties making out I was relieved to see that they were gone. Had they still been there going at it I'm afraid my daughter and I would have both erupted into uncontrollable lust right there in public.
We made it back home without further incident. In the front room I paused, still holding my daughter's hand. "You wanna give mommy a good night kiss?"
"I love you mommy," she said turning toward me.
"And I love you too, sweety," I said, embracing her. I gave her a quick peck on the forehead, then when she turned her face up towards mine I kissed her on the lips, letting the kiss linger as before, and relishing her breath filling my soul. Then, afraid I could take no more before bursting, I pulled away, gave her fanny a playful slap and said, "beddy bye now."
Turning to go she said, "night mommy, and thanks for the ice cream . . . .and everything."
With my heart and crotch both trembling and yearning fulfillment, I secretly drooled at her cute bum swinging back and forth in the tight denim mini as she walked to her bedroom. I too went to my bedroom, brought myself off, and then fell into a deep sleep full of illicit dreams.
The next morning after Katrina left for school, I called my office and took the day off, then made a Beeline for her bedroom. The aroma of smoldering pussy was strong in the room and that made my own start to boil. I picked up the pair of panties she had left on her pillow, obviously the ones she had worn last night--and found them to be sopping wet and still quite warm. This was not the faint stain of an overnight arousal, this sloppy wetness could be the result of one thing only and that was a gushing orgasm. My daughter had definitely masturbated herself to orgasm last night--just as I had done. And, that thought sent an army of ants with electrified feet crawling all over the inside of my brain. My nipples throbbed and ached against my sheer night gown, and my cunt was beyond help as it began to gush that familiar warm sticky liquid that now dribbled down my thighs. With my heart in my throat, and trembling hands, I brought her panties up close to my face and sniffed, letting the fumes of my own daughter's arousal intoxicate me with illicit, kinky lusts.
I now knew what I had to do, without any equivocation, and today was going to be the day. I took her panties into my own bedroom and laid the evidence of my daughter's horniness gently on top of my own pillow. I pulled my vibrator out of my dresser drawer, looked at it, then shook my head. I'm going to need more than this for what I had planned, I thought, and this one is too big for my daughter anyway. I got dressed and headed out the door. There was a new lingerie and adult toy store that just opened up in town and they were advertising mind-blowing new toys never before offered to the public. I figured that on a special day like today, some new toys were in order.
After spending some fun time looking at all the fancy gadgets they had for helping women pleasure themselves, I picked out a few of my favorites along with a standard vibrator and cock sleeve I thought would be just about right for my daughter. Then I treated myself to a nice long lunch, ran a couple of more errands and returned home to get ready for the evening. First off I had to make sure all of the toys were in working order and ready to go. There was one new toy that required considerable time and effort to set up and by then I was ready for my bath. On Friday's after softball practice Katrina usually stops for a burger with her girlfriends so I didn't have to worry about fixing dinner tonight. That was good, because I had another much more pleasurable form of dinning in mind.