Kelly's Mom - Sex Stories

Kelly's Mom

... still laughing at her, and finally granted her the favor she wanted. Brenda went immediately to work, lapping hungrily at the teen's gaping pussy. Kelly took the MILF's head in her hands and roughly scrubbed her face over her crotch, loudly degrading her.

“That's it, Mommy,” she laughed. “Now you're acting the way you were trained to! Lick that needy little pussy!”

At that moment, as a final insult, Vicki reappeared behind her mother, still in her revealing outfit. Over it she wore a black leather harness with a garish pink dildo fastened to it and a sadistic grin, and when she got on her knees and slammed the 10-inch cock between her mother's widely spread legs, the pledge counters began to ding wildly.

“Keep it up,” Evie told Kelly over their private network, “these freaks are going NUTS for this!”

Kelly redoubled her efforts, shaking her victim's head like a rag doll and wrapping her legs around the woman's head as her daughter ravaged her mother's cunt.

Evie had a confused look on her face; unusual for her. She was usually very self-assured about what she was doing, especially concerning computer issues. It must have been something else.

“What's up?” Kelly asked. They'd just finished their first week of broadcasts. Brenda had been thoroughly broken, and though she still was head-over-heels over Kelly, she'd come to accept her daughter Vicki as her owner. Kelly, meanwhile, had developed a thing for one of their viewers, and they were now communicating ...

... back and forth daily.

“Your little girlfriend,” Evie said, “the one with all the mommy and daddy issues. We just got another message from her.”

“What's she want?”

“I'm not sure, Kel. I'm not sure she even knows, but it sounds like she wants to be part of our group. Did you say anything to her about that?”

Kelly looked alarmed. “Uhm, no,” she said. “Why? What did she say?”

Evie shook her head. “She keeps talking about marrying you, and you guys using her mom and dad as house slaves.

Kelly looked up, surprised. “Marrying? What the actual fuck? I'm not marrying some young freak much less adopting her family issues! Holy shit!”

Evie laughed. “I know, but damn, girl. You just got away from Vicki's mom and now you're working that cheerleader magic on somebody else!” She slapped at Kelly's arm. “You better get a handle on that shit before you end up with your own harem!”

Kelly just said, “I'll talk to her,” and walked away. In truth, she'd agreed to meet Sylvie tonight, after the girl kept asking to hook up. She wanted to fuck her, but not start a relationship! “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered, now less than enthused that the girl was a local.

Kelly wore a pair of worn jeans with the knees ripped and a black tank top, with her hair in a ponytail, staying low-key and not trying to make it look like she'd dressed up for Sylvie. Still, two boys hit on her as she sat at the bus stop on her way to meet her “date.” Fucking guys!

When Sylvie showed up Kelly was ...