Teenage Exploitation Sex Comedy: Chapter Ten - Sex Stories

Teenage Exploitation Sex Comedy: Chapter Ten

Makennah breezed into the kitchen wearing her red one-piece lifeguard swimsuit, with mirrored cop shades pushed up over her auburn hair, which was pulled back into a fierce ponytail. She wore her whistle on a lanyard and a pair of white USC basketball shorts over the bottom, along with a pair of thick filp-flops with multicolored soles. Yellow Zinka had already been applied to her nose and under her eyes. It was Saturday morning, and the sunshine poured in through the window over the sink facing the front yard.

Maria was sitting in the breakfast nook wearing her favorite silk, white, mid-thigh morning robe, reading the editorial page of The Springfield Sentinel, and enjoying her coffee, loaded up with cream and Equal sweetener. Makennah poured herself a glass of Crystal Light lemonade and sat down across from her mother, reaching for the sports section. Maria was reading the editorial page in the A section.

Maria folded down one corner of her section and eyed Makennah. There were two strange … bumps? on her daughter’s chest, poking through the spandex of Makennah’s lifeguard swimsuit. OK, Maria just had to ask.

“Makennah?” she said, grinning and stifling a giggle, “Honey, did you get your tits pierced?”

“Mm-hm,” Makennah said, still looking over the sports section. Detroit closed out Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls to set up an NBA Finals rematch with the Lakers.

“Well!” Maria said, “Let me see them, honey!”

“OK,” Makennah said nonchalantly. She put ...

... down the sports section, slid the straps of her one-piece swimsuit down each shoulder before peeling the whole thing down to her waist to show Maria the firm double D-cups that Maria’s ex-husband had bought for their daughter’s high school graduation.

Both nipples were pierced with matching ornaments, a small, heart-shaped ring secured by a barbell. “Well, I think your boobies are super cute, darling,” Maria said. “Are they sore? Are you keeping them sanitary?”

“The guy did a really good job,” Makennah said, pulling her swimsuit back up over her boobs. “He gave me this moisturizer that keeps them nice and soft, sting-free."

"And did he throw in the boobie bling?" Maria said with a saucy shoulder shimmy, "Or did you buy those."

Makennah suddenly looked to the side. "No, uh, a friend picked them out ... I also got my tongue done," she said, quickly changing the subject. "Wanna see?"

Makennah stuck out her pink kitty-cat tongue to reveal a small, stainless steel rosebud about two centimeters from the tip.

“This is really cute and sexy!" Maria said. "When did you have all this done?” She rested her chin in the heel of her palm and looked at her pretty daughter, remembering what it was like to be a young, beautiful woman in the flower of her sexuality.

“Back in February, a studio off Figueroa Street,” Makennah said. “A lot of athletes go there, I followed a guy in from the basketball team for a feature story and the tat artist said he’d do some work for free ...