Kelly's Mom - Sex Stories

Kelly's Mom

... when Kelly first recognized her as a submissive, at Vicki's pool party. 'That first day...omg!' Brenda often thought of that first time, and how she'd fallen under the cheerleader's spell. And what she'd done.

'It's true, I guess – you never forget your first crush,' the middle-aged mom thought with a smile. She'd always belong to Vicki now, but Kelly was the first. If not for her, neither Brenda nor Vicki would never have learned their places in their new family order.

“And I'd never have gotten to make love to her,” she whispered, as she went out the door.

“Kelly?” Brenda slipped past the sliding barn door to find her favorite teenager rubbing her horse Mojo's forelock. She wore cut-off shorts and a cotton top that looked insanely cute, Brenda noted. She could see the outline of Kelly's bra beneath the material of her top, and she longed to slip it off the girl's body and latch her lips onto one of those perky B-cup breasts.

Kelly turned to her, surprised.

“What are you doing here, Mommy-slut?” she asked, and grinned impishly. She loved calling the MILF by names that reminded her of her place.

The blonde's dimples made Brenda's heart race. “Well...it is technically still my barn,” she said. “Even if I have signed everything over until she is 21” The admission didn't cause Brenda any pause; she was too interested in Kelly at the moment.

Kelly recognized the lust in the MILF's eyes. “And daddy? What are his thoughts on all this?” she teased, though she ...

... knew. Mr. Hinson was out of the picture. Those carelessly saved files of young girls – girls much too young for a middle-aged man to be looking at! – that Evie had pulled from his laptop, had stopped him in his tracks once Brenda had broached the idea of divorce to him. They suspected he had a girlfriend on the side, as well. The house was Brenda's; or would be for the next while. After that it was Mistress Vicki's. The thought made Kelly smile.

Brenda didn't answer her question. Her gaze lingered on Kelly's tanned legs, and the cut-off shorts that highlighted them. “You want to ride?” she asked instead, nodding at the palomino.

“Nah. I was just setting up the camera for later,” the girl told her.

“Oh? Are we doing something? Vicki didn't say anything to me about it...”

Kelly grinned at her. “Oh, you're not,” she chuckled. “We're doing something different today. Mommy-slut will have to wait to get her chance to perform again.”

Brenda stepped into the blonde girl's space. “Why wait?” she asked in a voice drenched with desire. She slid her arms around Kelly's waist and leaned in to kiss her neck. “I could do it right now,” she whispered. “Just you and me.”

Kelly pulled back to look into Brenda's eyes. “Now what would Vicki think about me fucking her property, Mommy-slut?” Despite her words, her hands slid around the blonde MILF's waist and she slipped her leg between Brenda's, pushing it up against her pussy. She grinned when Brenda squeezed her thighs around ...