Mama's Girls

He was about to attach the other earring but paused in sudden rumination. It was funny, he thought, as the street buzzed beside him, how that woman from earlier suddenly jumped that dude. Wasn't it?

After all, it was only after he had said it would have been funny that she suddenly seemed to have read his mind and obliged it like some wanton go-go girl.

He widened his eyes. Pointing to the sky like dirty-minded Archimedes, he stood from his chair and harrumphed. "That's it..!"

It was bound to have come to him sooner or later. Obviously, this had a vocal trigger, too. By saying something, he made it true. Before, the woman had clung to her little boo-boo's arm with cute emotional propriety. The next moment, she came out of the restaurant alone and unarmed to suck on the lips of a homeless man whom before she had never met. Was this falling into place or was it just the jigsaw?

So, Boris cleverly deduced, all I need to do... is walk up to 'em, and tell them how it's going to be!

He grinned. Like Samson up the steps to Delilah's hot new crib on Sunset Blvd. he made his way towards the family.

Meanwhile, the daughter and her mother were having some kind of intensive discussion regarding getting a new phone as opposed to simply waiting for a possible upgrade opportunity or whatever when Boris marched up to them and laughed loudly. They turned to him in a mess of a spin. When they saw who was disturbing them, they offered a look of consternation.

"Oookay," the girl began walking off. Dealing with the two kooks she called parents was already deal enough.

"And what do you want?" Her mother's steely voice inflected, the kind of tone she typically reserved for anybody less than acquaintances. Her arms were folded, clearly about to engage him. The spring sprout she stood with wanted no part.

"Mom, let's just go already."

"One second." She pushed on some invisible door. "I can handle this."

Boris took his chances.

"But wait!" he bellowed with Shakespearean thunder. "That's wrong! For you can't handle this! After all," he spread his legs and arms and chuckled at her deliberately, "you're already trembling just thinking about me, aren't you? About what I can do, both to you and that little sphinx of yours? About the unthinkable consequences that would follow if you even spoke out of turn!"

He grinned. The woman looked at him like a confused but sympathetic surgeon at a dying patient.

"Look," she eventually began, "I don't know what you're trying to play, sir, but if there's nothing else you need or have business with regards to me, then I suggest you take your games somewhere else. Don't run around making threats or insinuations about me or my daughter, or I will notify someone you'd rather not see. Just a tip."

"Well shit." Boris folded in resignation. "Coulda sworn that woulda worked."

"Let's go, Dana."

The daughter spun on her heels. "Finally."

As the two walked off to the sound of a beeping car, Boris looked to the ground, then the other earring laid over his open hand, muttering, "Just my luck." With an irritated, yet ever stubborn look, he helpfully added, "It's probably my fault for expecting them to take a second out of their time, anyway, since moms and their grown-up daughters are normally so busy fucking each other crazy and lustfully kissing each other's ass that they can barely go a day without at least some lovin' time when the other's around. Oohh, yeah, that's it," Boris wryly imitated, "right there, momma, oh yeah."

He sighed, and retreated back to... wherever.

"Fuck it, back to square one we go." Mumbling, he felt the comfort of the shadows shield him from the sun, at least. "Love squares."

Dana climbed onto her seat and buckled in, the belt fitting tightly against her own fit, athletic body and exposed legs. Cybele, her mom and more-than-often-iterated older, maturer version of her, slid into the driver's seat and closed the door, buckling into hero own seatbelt as she inserted the keys into the car.

"Finally getting out of here," Dana stretched, her phone woes already forgotten as she sneakily draped her eyes over to the older woman. Who, she might add, was looking quite fit as well in that form-fitting skirt and blouse of hers. The woman sure knew how to take care of herself. Those calves were straight model-worthy, and overall, having such a nice figure was just a welcome sight after a tiring day, or when she was in a mood for a pleasant view. Especially at home, where they could keep their eyes on each other... casually. Outside the prying eyes of the public.

That still didn't stop her from staring at her mom's departing bottom during that school meet-up, though.

Speak of the devil, the lady of the house turned to the stretching daughter, her eyes seeming to flit downward. "Oh honey, you're going to ruin your shirt," she said, and reached over and grabbed one of her daughter's tits, massaging it lightly. Squealing, Dana broke out of her stretch and shooed her mom's arm away.

"Moom!" Despite that familiar whine, her voice was mired in obvious playfulness. "I'm just stretching! Don't get any ideas. And my shirt will be fine -- I'm not anywhere near that fat."

"Say whatever you want, Dana," her mom replied sternly as the car pulled out. "But with those creamy legs of yours around my head, you'll be begging for your lovely mother to take all the candy she needs."

"Moom!" Dana repeated, only to squirm as her legs tightened towards her center of gravity. "You're such a perv."

"Well, honey, I'm not the one with her hand under her shorts, am I?"

Dana flushed, realizing where her hands were going. Quickly relocating them back to her sides, she had to admit; her mom was pretty hot when she was right and in her rightful place of control. Though under that shell, those insides were obviously a blatant, fiery cougar.

But she wasn't one to talk. Ever since her 18th birthday, she took just as much initiative in the relationship as her.

And this case, she acknowledged with a snide thought, would be no different.

Assuming a face of boredom, Dana crossed a knee as she studied her fingernails. "So you must really like my legs, don't you, Mom?"

Her mother seemed to flinch in her direction for a brief glance, but instead she kept her eyes on the road. With a steady, motherly tone she replied, "Why yes, dear. You work very hard to keep yourself fit. I'm proud of my children staying healthy at a young age."

Dana slid her hand down her thigh, slowly. She noticed her mom's own thighs twitch inwardly. "Of course I do," she followed with continual innocence. "I also keep it really smooth so it would look good to guys. What do you think, Mom? Do you think my legs are smooth?"

"Very, honey. You are a really pretty girl."

"But do you think guys would like them?"

"Yes, they would, too, most likely."

The next move was a bit bold, but necessary. As straight-faced as a poker championship, Dana lifted her ass from the seat and casually pulled her shorts down her bottom. Then she turned around. Because of her movements, she had to remove her seatbelt, and she swiftly unbuckled it.

"Dana," her mom's voice croaked. After clearing her throat, she repeated, "Dana, your seatbe--"

She squeezed her thighs together and nearly released a moan at what she saw upon turning her head. Before her was her daughter's cute, round, wriggling ass, with a pink, thin pair of tight panties hugging the curvature of each cheek. It was irresistible.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Dana's voice arose from the back section of the car. "I'm just putting my shorts away. And neatly folding them. Veery neatly. Making sure these creases are niice and straight..."

Cybele dryly swallowed, one eye on the street, and another on Dana's wiggling tush.

Dana bit her lip as she adjusted her right leg. Stretching it over the center of the car, she set a foot right on her mom's thigh and began rubbing against it. Her pussy was as warm and moist as an Amazon jungle already. She wondered if her mom could smell the sex coming from her crotch, but refrained from alluding to anything of the sort. Breaking the spell now would be a damper.

"Whoops," Dana gigled as her toes found their way into the valley of her mother's own pussy against her hiked up skirt. Further pushing the skirt up and out of the way, Dana then wiggled them against the lady's snatch, feeling the fabric of her own cotton panties tinged with slight wetness against her foot's digits.

The result was as she desired: a soft, longing moan. She felt her foot clenched between her mother's two sturdy thighs. The woman rode up on her seat, wiggling sensually against her foot as she finally exhaled a breath and pulled the car into a mostly abandoned parking space.

Then, removing her seatbelt and turning backward to face her, the older, flushed woman set her eyes upon her young, half-naked daughter with a carnivorous craze. Dana looked back with an innocent 'What' coloring her face, as she twisted her body accommodatingly to the side to meet her mother's eyes.

So much for holding out until they got home.

All pretense eliminated, the car shook as the woman pounced on her wildly sexy daughter, kissing her neck and grabbing her close up against her, the two horny ladies rubbing breast to breast, belly to belly, mouth to mouth. Their bodies tangled in a jumbled mess. Dana wrapped her tight legs around her mother and her arms down below her waist.

"Fuck me, Dana," finally pleaded Cybele after lifting her head high enough to look her evenly in the face, looking straight into her young'n's eyes as she brought her fingers downward and opened her own pussy lips. "Fuck your mother hard and good and maybe there'll be a new phone you could call me on by next week."

Her daughter smiled, responding with a slobbering kiss and a squeeze of her mom's nice, adequately shaped ass cheeks through her polyester skirt, giving it a liberal stroke against her palm as they rid each other of their remaining clothes, ready to see the other in their naked, full, heaving hot glory as nature designed it.

After all, what could she say? Like all her female friends, straight, lezzie, or anywhere in between, Dana was just, in the end, another mama's girl at heart.