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Mother's and 'Daughters' (1)
TJ Ryder
"Did you hear what Phyllis is doing to her new hubby?" the
attractive housewife said to her neighbor over the fence.
Tammy Sue rolled her eyes as she put her clothes basket down
and turned to hear the latest gossip from the neighborhood's
biggest gossipmonger, Gladys.
"What's she doing now, then?"
Gladys looked around to see if anyone was hearing this which
Tammy thought absurd since she told everyone everything anyway!
"Mary saw her taking Tom into the adolescent girls section
at Schwabbs the other day!"
"Mmmmm, so what?"
"So what? Well listen to this then! Later that afternoon
she saw Phyllis walking across the street with someone,
but not with Tom, she was with some teenage girl!"
Tammy felt her heart thump a little when she heard that.
Did Phyllis actually get her hubby in girls' clothes? she
wondered.
"Well, it could be anyone, maybe some friend you know!"
"Oh no, the girl had dark red hair, just like Tom's!"
Tammy frowned, Tom had very distinctive reddish brown hair.
"And," Gladys laughed, "he was having trouble walking in heels!"
Tammy smiled at that. "Well, good for Phyllis. Tom didn't
make much of a male in the first place!"
"Those are the best ones to feminise, honey! I am so jealous!
My husband Phil would be an absolutely ghastly woman. You know
dear, now that your'e divorced, you should look for a nice sweet
boy you can rule the roost with instead of another asshole!"
"Hear we go again," Tammy said.
"No, really, your'e so attractive you can get anyone you
want, and why should you have to put up with someone telling you
what to do? Someone who helps around the house, waits on you
hand and foot like Tom is no doubt doing right now, and you can do
anything you want to with him!"
Tammy sighed, "that part does sound kind of nice!"
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A hundred miles away at Gardbrook School a young man also
sighed with a combination of desire and frustration. Timmy
was fairly typical of the boys sent to Gardbrook, a fetish-friendly
boys academy that specialized in the selection, cultivation and
education of 'special' boys.
Sitting on his bunk in the two person room, he wondered as
he looked at his closet what he should wear tonight for the Friday
night date and dance.
A knock on the door and one of his friends, Peter/Petra came in.
"Still here, Timmy?"
"Yeah, Mom's running a little late!"
"Well you know, summer's finally here. We should get together
sometime!"
Timmy smiled. "I'd like that. Are you going to the dance at
The Club tonight?"
"I don't know, you know I don't make the decisions!"
Timmy ruefully smiled, "any more than I do!"
"Come one, you got your mother to a Drive in! That's something
I could never get mine to do!"
"Oh," he laughed, "that was a little different though! And I'm
pretty sure that was my last date like that!"
"Like what?" The smallish thin feminine boy sat on the other bunk
and picked up a magazine. Timmy frowned, thinking of that himself.
So physically like Peter, and in many ways so emotionally similar,
but his relationwhip with his mom in many ways so different!
Maybe half the boys at Gardbrook still had close relationships
with their moms, and many of them probably would for a long time,
but when he first was accepted at the school here, there was a period
when he tried to be in both worlds, with his friends from the
old school and neighborhood.
Janet Spellman was a tall, voluptuous woman in her late thirties,
and while quite dominant was also very caring about her son who so
much reminded her more every year more of his father, now divorced.
She would only go out with a smaller and more submissive male; and while
the marriage didn't last, she could not have been more satisfied with
her resulting children.
A beautiful daughter so much like her, and a boy much like Harold.
But, she bit her lip as she drove to Gardbrook to pick her son up and
take him home for summer, was she doing the right thing?
Those questions were always in her mind, even when Harold and she
argued about it. Sooner or later, Timmy would grow up, and she wondered
if she helping him become the person he really wanted to be or the one
she wanted him to be? And she hadn't seen Timmy for a week, and
that itself was a very difficult weaning process in the beginning also.
"When did it really begin?" Timmy wondered at Garbrook in his room,
idly stroking his erect penis in his pink bikini panties, having no male
underwear at all.
"What are you thinking of?" smiled Peter.
"Oh, for one thing I don't know what to wear!"
"You mean what to go as, boy or girl?"
"Well yeah!"
"Go neutral then!"
Timmy snorted, "Your idea of neutral is a faggot! Mother hates
that look and I'd be spanked at least. Not the best start for summer
vacation!
"Not faggot, just indeterminate. Listen, if you want to get on
her good side do what I do. I slip on a dog collar!"
"Well, you are her slave!"
"Youv'e worn a dog collar back from dates with your mother!"
"That was different!" But was it?
After his father left and he entered his teens, his mom and sis
were more dominant, but also he became a much bigger part of their
lives, an essential part.
For one thing his buxom mother still breastfed him, although he
couldn't sit in her lap any more. She enjoyed it and he did to,
although maybe he needed it was more accurate! Inducing lactation
in his younger sister, also well endowed and quite dominant, allowed
her to provide his nutritional needs to a point also. Every Friday
night he was spanked, by both if his sister didn't have a date.
Of course mom didn't have a date, and neither did he! She was his date!
She was also dressing him more and more, and wearing her used panties
was the first accessory. That was another difficulty in going to
Gardbrook, so many emotional obstacles to overcome. Wearing his own
hand washed panties instead of taking them off his mother. Having to
go days without any sexual relief even though he wasn't required to
wear a chastity belt any longer.
An event like the first day of summer after his first year
at Gardbrook made him think of other big days in his life, or
actually, he and his mother's life because she still dominated his
thoughts.
Seven months ago he came home from school, tossed his books
on the bed and went down to the kitchen to get something to eat.
His voluptuous mother in a low cut blouse turned from preparing
something on the counter and smiled. Standing in only two-inch
heels she was still taller than his 5'5" height, and his slim
but athletic 125 lbs was lighter than her own in shape 134.
"Just a second honey," she smiled. He stood there waiting
and his erection had to be arranged so it moved upward in his
sheer panties, the only clothes he was permitted to wear around
the house.
"How's my boy today?" she smiled, turning now, and pressing
her big breasts through her blouse at his bare chest, they
kissed.
Groaning at the warmth and fragrance and feel of her body
against his, putting his hands on her hips to pull her closer,
he had to tilt his head up to press his lips on hers.
"Have you eaten anything you shouldn't have?" she smiled,
and probed his mouth with her tongue, enjoying the shivers and
shuddering and the throbbing pole against her belly. His tongue
danced with hers inside his mouth, but he wasn't permitted to
tongue her mouth without permission. Tonguing his mouth was
a little game she played when his only diet was from her big fruitful
breasts but now she knew he had a regular lunch at school like all
the kids. Breaking the embrace with a soft peck of affection,
leaving him red faced and panting. Her nipples were hard and
her pussy creamy but she didn't want him to know that, yet!
"So dear, any news I should know about from school?"
Sighing, licking his lips as she turned her beauteous backside
in a sheer short skirt to him as she continued preparing dinner.
"Um, well, I made the lacrosse team!"
"Very good!"
"Oh, and this coming Friday? Are we doing anything, you know,
special?"
"Like what? Would you like to do something?"
"Well, I was thinking that lots of times we go to a movie?"
"Is there something you want to see?" she said, stirring a pot.
"Well, actually, the gang is going to Regency's Drive-In this friday!
And then theyr'e getting together at Arnold's afterwards!" Arnold's
was a local malt shop popular with teenagers.
She rolled her eyes at the idea and sighed. "And I suppose you want
to go?"
"Well, there's going to be dancing at Arnold's, kind of a record hop!"
"Really," she teased, "do you have a girl you want to invite?"
"Please don't do that!"
She turned sideways still stirring her pot.
"I told you you can go with other girls, honey!"
His face fell and she patted his cheek. "All right fine, that's for
another time! Do I know any of these kids?"
"Well, lots of them I think. Billy from the old neighborhood, Lisa,
Frank, I know you remember him! He's the captain of the Lacrosse team now!"
"Really, I never would have thought he was athletic; so I guess this
is a kind of important social function then!"
"Well,....I mean if you had other plans it's okay...!"
"How many others are still going with their moms?"
"Oh, well,.." he thought, "well Frank is for sure, and Tommy, and I'm
pretty sure a couple others!"
"I just don't want to be the oldest woman there around a bunch of
cute teenage girls!"
"(Sigh) You'll always be the most beautiful woman there!"
She turned and smiled, "thank you honey. All right, but wait, Friday
night is our time for your review, spankings,.. and other things!"
He swallowed, a mixture of emotions running through his mind at the
idea.
"Yeah I know, but wev'e had to do that on other times before!"
"I suppose," she said, pursing her lips, "Sally will be disappointed
but I can tell her she can have her fun on Saturday night!"
"Great, so its a date?"
"Yes!"
"Great! Um, and now, um...!" He was anxious to nurse on her fullsome
breasts for a while like he did every day when he came home from school,
usually followed by her sitting on his face and cumming, and sometimes
a long slow blowjob that she dragged out and swallowed, making them
feel like they were getting all their nourishment from each other's bodies!
His mother was used to at least two orgasms per day, usually on his tongue
but sometimes on his cock, his genitals oversized by all the pumping hormones
her breasts had put into his system. A quick worship session and feeding and
cum after school! But not just now!
"Dear, I have to spend about twenty minutes getting dinner ready so why
don't you freshen me up, and you can kiss and lick my shoes while your'e
waiting so impatiently!"
He breathed, "Thank you mother!" as he dropped to his knees behind
her shapely buttocks. He immediately buried his face in her firm butt
crack through the sheer material, feeling that she was wearing bikini
panties, making her sigh.
Reaching up with his hands to the waistband of her short skirt, he
asked "May I..."
"Yes, but just the back, I don't want to cum until later!"
"Yes mother!"
Slipping down her short skirt and panties, he first kissed each plump
perfect cheek, and she moved her legs a little apart, and bent forward
a bit as she still stirred her pot, presenting her beautiful backside!
"Mmmmfffff!" his tongue ran up her buttcrack, kissing and licking,
and paused at her rosette anus he knew so well.
"OOOOHHHH, my boy is so horney today" she laughed as she felt his
worshipping tongue enter. She allowed him to do that for several minutes
and then straightened up making him groan in frustration.
"Now, slip my panties and skirt back on and then just lick and kiss
my shoes!"
Still licking his lips at the taste of his beloved mother, his penis
leaking precum into her used panties, he groaned, and soon he
was bending over, trying to lick every inch of her high heeled
shoes. She smiled.
"Oh, by the way honey, what's playing at the Drive-In?"
"Mmmm, kiss, um! Um, I think it's Beach Blanket Bingo!"
Groaning, she winced. "Just great!" she sighed.
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Pulling into the drive in movie on the warm evening,
the ticket taker smiled at them. He saw at first what
he thought was a couple and was pleased it looked like two
women. And when the youngest one rolled down the window
he looked across her and saw a voluptuous woman with
big breasts and cleavage that made his cock stir. The idea
they were lesbians was exploding in his teenage mind.
"Hello ladies!" he smiled
Timmy held out his hand with the money.
Fumbling with the change, the teen kept glancing
eyes at those big breasts while trying to make conversation.
"Hope you like the movie!" The younger one smiled
but the older one just rolled her eyes.
"That WOULD be something!" the other one said with
resignation. Looking at the car as it pulled
out, he licked his lips thinking if he knew where it was
parked maybe he could take a peek into the action after
it got dark; but then he heard them talk before the tinted
window rolled up.
"Not too close to the screen, honey!"
"Yes mother!"
The teen sighed with disappointment. "Aw fuck,
just another mother/daughter combo tonight!"
Parking close to the back, the lot almost filled already,
Timmy adjusted the speaker on his side, and looked over at
his mom, who had dropped the visor and looked at something
on her eyelash.
"You didn't tell me it was a double bill, Timmy!"
"Well, we can just watch one movie if you like!"
"That beach movie you wanted, when does that play?"
"Mmmm, comes on second I think!"
"Oh my...!"
While his mother didn't like drive ins, Timmy loved them and
Janet was pleased he was still acting like that. He had his
gorgeous mother all to himself in a small space, separated from
the world, feeling his boner push out his panties and raise his
short skirt, detecting her subtle and familiar fragrance in the
car with the windows mostly all the way up.
"Well," she smiled, "make sure the doors are locked!"
"Yes mother," pressing a switch, and began to strip
naked, folding his skirt and sleeveless blouse neatly on the back
seat!" But as he moved closer to her, she put a finger on his
lips.
"Wait, honey, since we have time before your movie we might
as well do your weekly review first!"
He groaned, anxious to nurse on her tongue, her breasts,
her sweet flowing pussy.
"Besides," she said sweetly as she took our her large
shoulder bag and removed a ping pong paddle and plastic ruler,
"we have plenty of time for that after your review and before
your beach movie!"
Laying gingerly over her thighs, presenting his white
buttocks, she reached under and grasped his big rigid
erection, making him sigh.
"Now remember my rules, no rubbing or getting off!"
(Groan) "Yes mother!"
"Now," she smiled as she put her soft hand over his white
bubble butt, thinking how nice and pink it would soon be,
as she picked up her little notebook she kept for his weekly
review. Occasionally slapping and pinching him, they discussed
the things she had noted. Late with the laundry, sloppy
once with the ironing. His snooty sister saying he was
disrespectful. He always responded with an admittance
and a nod, anxious for her to get started, wishing she would
just punish him for as long as she wanted because she always
did anyway.
WHACK!
Twenty minutes later, Janet breathed deeply and sighed,
and turned up the volume on the speaker to conceal the sweet
noises her son was making. She also reached under and felt
the swollen throbbing leaking organ having felt the precum
on her smooth thigh.
"There now," she smiled, patting his head and kissing
his tearful cheek, "that didn't take too long now did it?"
her own flushed face betrayed her enjoyment and satisfaction.
"Now we have plenty of time!"
"Yes mother, (gasp)" as he knelt between her thighs on the
floor as she pushed the seat all the way back, and following
their ritual, she smiled as he helped her undress, shoes, nylons
skirt, blouse, but not panties, not yet. Her damp panties would
stay on until she was finished feeding him.
Working his way up from her toes as he kissed her, he finally
began licking and kissing her big swaying milk-filled breasts.
Her soft hand on the back of his neck guided him to her left
breast, as he covered her nipple with his lips, and sucked,
she sighed, looking out the dark window at other cars.
She knew at least a dozen mother she knew of were out there
nursing their sissybois, wondering if that was Frank and
Lidia's car over there since she only saw one person in the
front seat, the other no doubt under her or kissing her toes.
Several rows away, Lydia was in the front seat with her teenage
son Frankie, her attention wandering from the less than interesting
movie to looking around, wondering how this evening's little
plot she cooked up with her friend Janet and her sissy will play out!
Frankie wearing a short skirt and sleeveless sweater blouse with
a training padded bra. His arm was around his lovely mother's waist
as he gave her neck and cheek kisses, and was making her sigh as
he undid her blouse buttons, revealing her big braless beauties
with already hard nipples. Tonigh she was letting him make the
move first being a kind of boy's night, and was enjoying
the role of being passive. But she did wish she had tinted windows
like Janet's expensive car because she could see shadowed shapes
in other cars around her, and was reluctant to remove her blouse.
His insistent lips found hers, and they were making out like
girl and boy or lesbian lovers until he was panting and his big
cock pushed up his skirt. But her soft hand restrained him from
exposing her breasts fully, so he was cupping and pinching them
and occasionally sucking her nipples.
"Shhh, Frankie! People will see me!"
"Awmmmmooommmmmm! I'm ready to pop!"
"No," she said firmly, "not here! It's not nice to expect to
fuck your mother with people walking by the car and looking in!"
"Nobody cares," he panted, squeezing her nipple and making her
groan! He knew she needed his big cock in every hole tonight as
badly as he did.
"No, I said! Wait till later!"
"(Groan) I just can't, well, how about a blowjob then?"
She opened her mouth in shock, looking around. "And nobody
will notice that?"
"Nope, really, just kneel on the floor and its just a dark shape!
Look at some of those cars, mom! See the ones with just one person!"
She did look around and did see quite a few single people shapes.
"Maybe their dates are at the refreshment center," she weakly protested
but her soft hand around the familiar throbbing hard cock she lusted
for was weakening her resistence.
"All right," she gave in, "because I'm your date I guess this is
what girls do at Drive Ins!" The boy groaned with relief and slipped
down his panties as she knelt between his legs, pleased he had
detailed the car before the date.
"Awwwww!" he moaned, as her soft lips played up and down the thick
fleshy column, and gently kissed his bloated balls.
"Mmmmm, (kiss, slurp) she said, tasting the precum on his thick
knob with lips and tongue, and hefting the heavy balls. 'Actually
this is probably for the best' she was thinking. In another hour and
a half when the double feature ended he would be bulging hard again
and ready for the special surprise she and Janet had planned at Arnold's!
Normally she would blow him first and then sit on his face or have him fuck
her, but tonight, she wanted to encourage him to be in charge.
Gripping the back of the seat, Frankie moaned as she expertly played
the flesh flute, and finally moved her full lips over the knob, and
he gasped, and then gently moved her head up and down. He gasped
and groaned because he knew his mother would make him cum on her terms,
when she was ready.
She had her nipples squeezing in both her hands now as she milked her
son, slowly, luxuriously. Bringing him soo close to the edge and then
backing off, as he bucked and pushed with his hips but not trying to
push her head back as most men would if he dated them. Frankie knew his
orgasms, their quality and quantity, was totally up to his mother, and
he also knew hers were up to him, because she had trained him to hold
on until she was ready to break before exploding inside her.
Playing up and down, occasionally stopping to lick the balls
again, tasting the copious precum seeping from the knob, she moved
her lips a little too fast, her tongue on his slit, and the unmistakable
tremors and bucking began and she cupped his testicles then and decided
it was too late to back off, so she adapted so she would catch every
drop if possible, moving her head back up, just over the knob and grasped
the throbbing cock and squeezed and pumped.
Gasping and sobbing, his veins popping, he exploded with a hot
gusher inside his mother's eager sucking expert mouth! She felt
a few drops escape her nose and the corner of her mouth but gulped
and swallowed the first warm gusher of his familiar mancream, and then
settled down to a long slow feast as he filled her worshipping mouth
over and over, running her lips up and down his fleshpole. It took
another five minutes before she finally milked him completely,
giving the knob a soft kiss, licking her full lips, and then up
to his sweaty serene red face as he laid back on the seat.
Then she moved back up to the seat as he kissed her, saying how
much he loved her, and smiled, spreading her thighs and checking
her panties. They were soaked! She had cum as usual.
"Do you want me to eat you, mother?"
"Not quite yet, thank you honey. I only like that when I make
you about to cream and your'e going to take at least an hour, and besides
I had a sympathy cum. No, just hand me that travel bag. I
have an extra pair of panties in it!"
Slipping the sopping wet panties off, she put a fresh pair on,
wondering if she should have brought a third pair since the evening
was just beginning, and held up the drenched pair.
"You know what to do with this, I think!" she said with a slight
tone of authority.
"Yes, mother," he smiled and picked up the bikini panties and
moaned as he balled them up and slipped it in his mouth as he sucked
them, and she looked down and his limp organ twitched already.
Half an hour later she removed them and wrung them out by hand
and hung them on the mirror, hoping they would dry before. Her
son was fully erect again, and she knew that pretty soon she would
be sitting on his face for the second feature and her shape would
be the only one visible.
Arnolds had several dozen cars in it when Lydia and Frankie
pulled in. The walked in as mother and daughter, but also holding
hands, and saw several couples dancing. The dance beat was slow
and loud, lights were kind of dim, several booths and tables were
filled and she knew many of them, as she made some greetings.
Arnolds' was a fetish-friendly hangout where they were comfortable
doing some sceneing in the back room.
Walking by her friend Janet, she smiled at the flushed face of
her boy Timmy. Despite wearing a dog collar and a leash
attached to his mother's wrist which was on his knee as they
sat together, his attention was so deeply on his mother that
he could barely remember what to say when introduced.
"Oh my, Janet, she's just so precious and pretty, don't
you think so, Frankie!"
Janet looked up at Frankie's also flushed face, noticed
the bulge in his short skirt and smiled wide.
"Y-yes mom!"
"And your boy makes a lovely girl too, Lydia!"
"Thank you!"
"Are you planning on cosmetics yet?"
"Next term probably, he has to finish growing the doctor says!"
"Mine too, but I think Timmy is finished growing. By mid semester he'll
have a nice pair of boobs!"
Frankie took his eyes off his mother reluctantly and nodded at Timmy,
a little jealous and uneasy now, because his mom and Janet were acting
too friendly and he knew they were probably going to fuck each other
tonight. The little smile both women gave was because they knew the
signs of a good ballbusting and ready to burst young males. After
sitting on their faces at the drive in, they were so pussy whipped now
the boys would do anything their mothers wanted just to get relief.
"I thought Claire and Lucas were coming!" Janet pointed her finger at
the dance floor where a luscious blonde in her late thirties was
grinding and french kissing her partner, a boy about her own height.
"That's a boy she's making out with?"
Janet nodded and smiled.
"Why is he dressed, well, like a boy?"
"Oh, Claire thinks the kids need to adapt, for variety. Plus
there are several other couples like her and Lucas tonight.
Our sweet gyrls need different experiences, don't you, Timmy?"
Timmy checked himself from rolling his eyes and just nodded.
Both he and Frankie began to figure out the big conspiracy by now.
"Now, gyrls, while Lydia and I talk and maybe dance, I want to see
some nice polite socialization. You have to learn how to dance and relate
with other sissyboys!"
"Yes mother," Frankie half moaned. Claire came over holding the hand
of her dance partner, a panting boy with a huge bulge in the crotch of his
pants.
Lucas weakly smiled to be polite, relucant to release his mother's
hand. He knew what he was supposed to do. Looking down at Timmy
who tried to avoid his eyes, he asked for a dance, and Timmy sighed,
knowing what was expected. Still he hesitated.
Janet unsnapped his leash. "Now go ahead and dance, while we girls
talk! Have a nice time!" As they moved of, the mothers beamed as
Claire slipped into the booth besides Janet. There was a little
hesitation before Timmy put his hand on Lucas shoulder and was
led around for a slow dance, as they began to talk. Another
mother/'daughter' couple came by, one they didn't know and introduced,
and Frankie, at his mother's silent urging, reluctantly asked
the shy teenage 'gyrl' to dance, and the three luscious mothers
looked with interest as Frankie led the crossdressing boy to the
dance floor. There was a little hesitation to begin with, both
boys dressed as feminine girls, until Frankie took the lead.
Claire smiled, "that's why I had Lucas be a boy tonight, he
was saying he didn't know what to do to begin with. Who decides
who does the leading?"
"They figure it out at that moment," Lydia said, her hand on
Janet's bare thigh, tracing it upward, her nipples hard.
Claire sighed as she watched her son put his lips against
Timmy's neck, knowing how horney her son was now, he knew the only
relief would be with another boy or at least shemale.
"I suppose they do have to grow up, but it's difficult you know!"
she said, her eyes tearing a little.
Janet kissed her cheek softly, cupping one big breast at the
same time. "Wev'e all been there, honey! Just remember, we girls
need some quality time for each other now and again!"
"I know," she sighed, her nipples getting hard! "But I'm jealous!"
she laughed.
"Of course you are, but it's not like him betraying you with
a real girl. When we take the party back to my place after the boys
all get acquainted, we'll make sure the boys get off to a good
start before having our own little party for a change!"
Claire looked doubtful at that, seeing Timmy finally accepting a tongue
in his lips from the boy and slowly responding.
"They have to be able to function without us every single moment,
honey!" Lydia said. "Besides it's rather sweet watching them. Later
we'll make sure they fuck and suck each other properly. Soon they'll
be going on dates with each other and that's another hurdle I'm trying
to prepare for!"
"OOOHHHHH," Claire sighed, licking her lips, the nipple squeeze from
Janet on one side and Lydia's bare thigh rub on the other was
making her anxious to leave now for the woman's house.
"But the reward at the end! After each boy is a nice sissy shemale maid
we can have little parties with them waiting on us and even swap maids
for a weekend for a variety; and then when we want to go out together
they can relieve each other!"
"So much more freedom, yes I know!" Claire murmured wistfully.
"And next semester when they have cosmetics, nice big breasts, they'll
be rubbing their boobs against each other along with their pricks!"
Lydia laughed.
Lucas was cupping Timmy's buttcheeks as they ground their hard
cocks against each other.
"I suppose your mom ballbusted you earlier, you feel ready to
explode!"
Timmy could only nod, feeling a few tears on his cheeks, wishing
he was with his mom but his own body betraying him to this more assertive
'boy'.
The dance was over, and Lucas took his hand forcefully. "You want
to go to that corner booth and make out for a while?"
Timmy looked over at his mother, who he knew was groping the boy's
mother and who smiled encouragement at him. He knew he couldn't
go back there. He sighed, and nodded.
From the booth the three mothers looked at the scenes around them,
their own pussies creamy and nipples hard, and Lydia looked at her
watch. "Are we going soon, honey?"
"Yes, but just wait, your 'gyrl' hasn't finished mine yet!"
Claire said wistfully.
Janet took her lips from Claire's distended nipple and looked
over at the corner booth, Lucas was holding a head down on his
lap, concealed partly by the table, and clearly was panting.
"I know dear," she gave the woman a kiss on her lips, "It's
so hard watching them grow up!"
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Continued in complete illustrated story at Sissytrain.com/
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