High Times

Stretching your arms, you smile smugly while observing the stich-less Amanda being escorted from the grocery store parking lot through the rear window of her SUV prison. She appears as if some unintended cargo, gazing non plussed at the passing scenery; as if being completely naked except for a dog leash fastened to your neck were an everyday occurrence.

You nod in satisfaction as the vehicle turns into traffic towards some unknown destination and Amanda's uncertain fate.

You dust your hands free of the grocery store encounter while taking stock of your current situation. You stand in the parking lot of an upscale grocery store serving as the anchor franchise of a high-end urban center. Scores of extravagant boutiques, lavish spas, and celebrity themed restaurants populate the street scape with mid-rise office towers hovering above. Turning about, you also spot a well-tended promenade across the large circular plaza opposite the retail complex at your back. You pause to observe several well-dressed couples travel a bricked walkway towards the luxurious four story building beyond you believe to be expensive condominiums. Your smile broadens to a toothy grin, shoeless toes wiggling on the warm asphalt beneath in anticipation as your devious mind contemplates your next source of amusement.

"Guinevere Andrea Buckingham!" You hear at your back accompanied by the unmistakable click of high heeled shoes. "I will tolerate no more of your incessant WHINING!"

You turn to the source of the disturbance in time to see two strikingly attractive women steadily approaching.

A stately brunette with silken hair falling in waves to rest slightly below her shoulder blades was angrily glaring at what was obviously her daughter. The object of the brunettes temper, Guinevere you assumed, was walking backwards several paces ahead of her mother with shoulders slumped forward in resignation and petulant pout on glossy pink lips.

'Mooooootheeeer....!', the teen cried with increased persistence, serving only as a further annoyance to her mother. As they draw closer, you notice the brunette was clutching her mobile phone to ear with right hand; attempting to strategically maneuver her thumb to mute the device as she mouthed a sharp 'Hush!' towards her grimacing daughter. Her wordless scolding was punctuated with a look of pure evil that sent Guinevere to cowering. Red painted lips curled to a faux-smile before she returned to the more civil conversation on her mobile.

"No, no, it's nothing important Gail......", she quickly spoke through the receiver. Your gaze roams across the expansive mature womanly curves of 'mother' and lithe athletic teen frame of 'daughter' appreciatively as they both unconciously side step around your position and continue towards their destination.

Deciding these two beauties were too good an opportunity to pass up, you fall in stride behind the tight skirted arse of the MILF to begin your fun.

"NO car privelidges for at LEAST a MONTH young lady", MILFy hushed a sharp whisper towards her daughter while again utilizing the strategic thumb-mute technique.

Realizing that the accelerated gait of your two newest playthings is making it a bit difficult to have your fun, you quickly strategize a way to slow things down.

"Moooootheeeeer....!", Guinevere again pouts, prompting you to question the extent of the brats vocabulary. This time she accents her continued whining with a cute stomp of pink strappy heeled sandals causing her smallish tits to delightfully dance beneath matching pink sun dress. "It was just a SCRATCH.......", she pleads, crystal blue eyes downcast to examine her pink lacquered nails nervously twisting the pleated fabric of knee length skirt hem. "And Daddy's already had it repaired......", she responds hopefully, testing her mother's ire with a quick glance to judge her reaction. She lightly brushed her lush amber hued chin length locks from before watering eyes while nibbling on plump bottom lip which you assumed to be her best 'innocent child' pose. You had the feeling this practiced tactic was held in reserve for just such an occasions to get what she wanted.

You take the opportunity to reach forward with both hands to secure your MILFy prize at slender waist to halt her advance. Your fingers play over the soft material of the golden satin blouse packaging your unintended gift, to the firm flesh of taught tummy below. Massaging your hands to draw the blouse material from the waist band of form-fitting knee length pencil skirt, you slowly draw her body to you from behind. Blood rushes from your brain to compensate your growing erection as you press the full globes of MILFY's toned ass beneath the glossy white leather concealing her womanhood into your ethereal stiffening cock.

'"YOU took his favorite Porsche WITHOUT PERMISSION......", MILFY responded with venom while again working the thumb-mute trick. Your roaming hands quest upward, pausing only at satin clad chest to roughly grope an impressive set of C-Cup titflesh through the liquid blouse material. Palming both orbs to tweak the perky nipples below, you pull her tightly back to your chest, bucking your hips to press your rigid mast against the taught leather concealing her bum.

"And left it in the drive with TWO flat tires and MISSING front bumper.....", MILFY continued her admonishment through your continued **** of her body from behind. Closing your eyes, you reluctantly release your right hand from it's satin encased prize and press your lips to the now flushed flesh above collared blouse and cultured pearl necklace. You arch your neck to burry your nose in her well styled hair, pausing only to draw a thick inhale of sweet floral laced perfume before grabbing the mobile from her hand to toss the obnoxious device over your shoulder. Now relived of the phone conversation, you notice MILFY's red painted nails fall to rest on wide hips below slender waist in a threatening posture towards her daughter

"And THEN accused any incident on SOLOMON....", MILFY continued as the phone landed in a shopping cart being returned to the supermarket by a stocking clerk. You lean forward, lightly tickling the pearl studded lobe of left ear with your tongue before whispering to the goose pimples forming at her flushed cheek.

"You don't mind if I have a peak of those panties covering that fine arse, no?", you ask rhetorically, already removing your hands from her well kneaded tits to steadily lower to skirt hem. "I didn't think so.....", you respond with a smirk as you begin slowly drawing the stiff leather material upward to expose creamy white thigh flesh and reveal a quick peek of lacy white panty material below.

"And father.......ABSOLUTELY FORBIDS Solomon......", MILFy pants through half parted lips as you raise her high waist skirt to rest above her ample hips; her body involuntarily responding to your caress. You ruck the fabric to rest in place at her slim waist before loosing an impressed whistle at her choice of intimate undergarments.

"From going anywhere NEAR the antique garage.....", MILFY attempts to continue before forcing a heavy swallow to wet suddenly parched throat. She draws a delicate hand resting above the gathered material of her skirt to fan the crimsoning flesh at heated neck, repeatedly tugging at her collar before loosing several buttons fastening her blouse to just slight of daring.

"For risk of being fired....", she seems to struggle to maintain her composure as you position yourself before her and crouch to allow deft fingers to rummage palms down between her smooth inner thighs and rest just before her quivering mons lightly veiled beneath lace trimmed white satin panties.

"Such a lovely choice my dear", you grin appreciatively, eye level with MILFY's well groomed bush visible as a slightly darker mound beneath her French cut high waist panties. "But I think you could use a slight adjustment", you determine. You glance upward and chuckle to yourself at the stern faced glare MILFy has fixed on her daughter despite your ministrations. Guinevere' eyes are glued on her open toed sandals as they trace circles before her; wrists clasped at the small of her back in avoidance of her mothers penetrating stare.

Turning back to the task at hand, you clasp both hands at the waistband of MILFy's delicate panties to shimmy the material along toned thighs to rest at the kneecaps of each sculpted leg. Satisfied that your wardrobe adjustment will relegate the two beauties to a much more manageable pace, you reach to remove the 4 inch closed toe white leather pump from her left foot before something grabs your attention.

"Interesting", you muse, slightly sniffing the air around you before noticing a black sedan parked several spaces over. You raise yourself to standing and move to position before the still downcast teenage daughter while observing the occasional puff of white smoke billow from the slightly opened tinted front drivers side window.

"But mother, it WASN'T MY FAULT.....", the young woman continued to argue, "Mellisa said she could dr..UMPH...! Still focused on the car to confirm your suspicions, you take the heel of MILFY's designer Italian footware and vigorously slide the pointed tip between Guinevere's puffy pouting lips. Several pumps later, and through a garble of incoherent excuses muffled from a mouth full of shoe heel, had the spiked heel thoroughly coated with Guinnie's saliva and marked with the pink streaks evident from her choice of lip gloss. "......and the next thing I knew, the car was stuck in a ditch", Guiennie frantically explained her innocence to the beat of her mother's impatient tapping of shoeless foot beneath panty clasped knees and openly exposed sex above.

Guinevere panted, slightly breathless from her rapid explanation. You notice the accumulated drool and streaked lipstick from her recent mouth-shoe fucking slowly slide from her puckered lips as a long tensile strand to gather at the bodice and stain her pink linen dress.

"I couldn't CARE LESS about Solomon, my dear", MILFy responded, still tapping her hose clad foot while gathering her arms to fold beneath ample chest still disheveled from your previous ministrations. Still eyeing the car, you move quickly to raise the hem of Guinnie's light dress to expose a pair of cute white cotton panties patterned with tiny pink hearts across the surface. "But any daughter of MINE is going to have to be much more CREATIVE with her LYING if she is going to bear the Buckingham name", MILFy responded with a sniff signifying an air of finality before turning to hobble away; navigating her gait with an awkward stumble from one heeled and one bare foot and legs shackled at the knees.

Still raising her pleated pink skirt, You quickly pull the front of Guinnie's panties from her athletic tummy to reveal her trimmed pussy below. Smiling wickedly, you unceremoniously slide the shoe heel through her vertical folds to invade her womanhood and release the elastic waistband to snap back in place with only the shoe tip visible, peeking out to rest on her tummy. You release the dress hem and step aside, laughing outwardly at the large unsightly pussy bump clearly visible beneath the light fabric of her dress.

"Yes Mother.....", Guinevere replies solemnly in response to her mother's lecture. Ashamed for having displeased her mother, she quickly hurried in a bow-legged wobble to catch up with MILFy's unsightly stumbling several paces ahead.

You take a moment to admire your handy-work of the mother daughter duo's severely reduced pace before walking toward the suspicious sedan you had observed during the molestation of young Guinevere.

Approaching the car door, you abruptly pull the handle to reveal a young millennial taking long steady drags from his stylized vape device. The electronic tip turns a deep blue with each extended inhale before he turns toward you to release a long exhale of marijuana tainted smoke through the now open car door.

"I'm sorry sir", you state in your best cop-impression voice. You reach toward him to relieve the vaporizer from his grip, "but I'm going to have to confiscate this paraphernalia". You state before also commandeering the sun glasses shielding his blood shot eyes. The young stoner quickly reaches for a bottle of eye drops to conceal his offense as you shut the door with an audible 'Thud'.

"Now.....", you announce to no one in particular as you place the newly acquired sunglasses into position. "Let's get this party started!", you state while pushing the dark tinted glasses into position with your left index finger.

You casually strut towards the two stumbling beauties while twirling the vaporizer between the fingers of your left hand; quickly inflating cock swaying hungrily with each approaching step.