6 The Van conclusion - Sex Stories

6 The Van conclusion

... you wouldn't be in here at all.” “What do you mean by that?” asked the woman, letting her daughter's skirt fall to the floor. Megan stepped out of it, wearing only a pair of pink cotton panties that looked a little too small for her. “Don't take her panties off yet, Miss Miller. I want to do that myself. You may begin undressing yourself now.” he said. “And what I meant by my earlier comment was that you are doing a wonderful job of raising your daughter alone. Especially in this neighborhood. It can't have been easy.” “It really wasn't.” she said, pulling her own brightly colored T-shirt over her head, then reaching behind to unhook her bra with both hands. “I can never reach this thing. Megan, would you help me please?” “Sure, Mother.” she agreed, smiling. “Stand behind her.” Brian directed the girl. “After she has it off, I want you to reach around her and caress both her breasts.” “I still don't see how I'm the reason we're in here.” said the woman, as her daughter moved behind her. Megan slid her hands up the her mother's rib cage. She sighed and leaned beck into her daughter's embrace as her breasts were being fondled for the first time by someone other than herself. It felt really wonderful. “If you hadn't agreed to this, I know you have enough control over your daughter to keep her away from the houses down the street. You know full well what goes on there, and what this van can do. I was merely congratulating you on keeping true to your morals for your daughter's ...

... sake, misguided as they may be.” Brian answered. Miss Miller still had her jeans on, so Brian unbuttoned them and took them off. Her panties were next, leaving her totally nude. “Sit on the edge of the bed, right in the middle.” he told her, looking at the narrow strip of curly brown hair adorning her groin. “You have a beautiful pussy. Please spread your legs open wide so that I might admire it? Lean back a little as well.” She felt a flush of embarrassment, but she did as directed, leaning back onto her elbows with her knees about a foot apart. “Go ahead and kneel down in front of your mother, Megan.” Brian said. “Put your hands on her knees and open her legs a little more.” “Oh, Megan, what- Oh no, we can't, we can't, she's my daughter, please Brian, oh, please?” Miss Miller begged, knowing what was coming next. She was blushing deeply with shame, feeling the sexual excitement building. The more wrong this was, the more it turned her on, and both Megan and Brian saw her labia flower pinkly open a moment later, all of their own accord. Dots of moisture spotted the wispy hairs surrounding the lips of her pussy, and this was just from being looked at. She hadn't even really been touched yet. “Kiss her thigh, Megan.” Brian said. “About halfway up from her knee. Then kiss the other leg in the same place.” “Oh, please don't tell her to do that...” she begged, but she was ignored. She felt her daughter's hair brushing the inside of her thighs, then the softness of the kisses. ...