Summer Cane, legacy admission

With a shrug Summer begrudgingly tugged her headphones from her ears, the faint beat of the music she had been listening to at an almost deafening volume now weakly spilling into the inside of large interior of the luxury sedan.

“We're almost there, it will be just a short drive further.”

Making a big show of rolling her eyes as she turned to face her mother, Summer found her showy rudeness was wasted as her mother had her eyes squarely fixed on the scenery that was whipping by past the window. Giving off her almost constant air of pride and nobility, Candice, Summer's mother couldn't help but show the wryest of smiles as she once again laid eyes on the impeccably manicured grounds of her alma mater. It had been 20 years since she had been to the campus, and for every kilometer they drove, she felt the familiar excitement mount, every so often shifting her weight rubbing her black stocking clad legs together, the building throb growing between her hips becoming almost maddening.

“Looks boring...” Summer couldn't help but chirp as she tried to guess what had her mother so excited. “...This used to be a golf course or something?”

“I can assure you, this place is anything but boring...” Answering back swiftly, the older woman finally turned to her daughter, her soft blue eyes behind a pair of thin white framed glasses that were perfectly perched on her nose.

“Perhaps... you would have felt more comfortable if we were instead driving to a carnival of some sort?” The cutting barb obviously met its mark as almost immediately Summer flashed angry eyes at her mother, even if the observation was more than dead on.

Normally Summer didn't shy away from dressing in an overly slutty manor, she adored showing off her astonishingly sexy body, always preferring the most open tops and shortest of skirts, a true advocate of the “if you got it, flaunt it” approach to fashion, but today, today she had thrown it into overdrive.

From the bottom up Summer had chosen a pair of pink tinted, clear plastic heels, the long stalks of which were easily 5 inches, as if toyingly Summer, sitting opposite her mother with her legs crossed slowly wafted her foot about in a circle, the gaudy plastic hanging from her foot. Past her heels, black fishnet leggings climbed up her shapely calves ending around her sculpted taut thighs, the tight material digging slightly into the supple teen flesh of her gymnast's thighs.

Summer was always particularly proud of her hips, she despised the gymnastic lessons that made up so much of her adolescence, but years later she had to admit it left her with an ass that the boys in her previous school had almost certainly lost equal amounts drool and cum over. Stretched skintight over the bountiful swell of her plush teen booty was a plaid micro skirt so short it could have been mistaken for an elastic waist band, the paper thin plastic material concealing nothing of the black, lace v-string beneath.

So narrow was Summer's skirt that not only was the minuscule triangle of silk that was pulled tight over the swelled lips of her pussy on full display below but the thin elastic bands, which had been hiked high on her waist, the degree of which only went further to accentuate the delectable, bubble shape of her ass flesh.

Summer's hourglass dimensions tapered to to her narrow, trim waist, the honed, defined nature of her midsection being like the rest of her body on full display the only interruption to the flesh of her stomach being her petite bellybutton. Filling out the rest of her figure, and assuredly cementing that she was in fact her mother's daughter, upon Summers chest rested her melon sized E-cup tits, the scale of which was made even more impressive by her teen-aged frame, each being a perfectly teardrop shaped globe. The only covering Summer had bothered with to contain her jaw-dropping boobs being a sheer thin blouse that was rolled up and knotted in the middle, pulled so tight that her nipples were easily visible through the wafer thick material.

When Summer set about dressing like an uber slut she didn't skimp! Normally, Summer posed physical features that would be fully beautiful on there own, a jawline with a soft curve that fit well with her full cheeks and pouty lips, her large eyes, a radiant blue would have been peaking through her dirty blonde fringes.

However Summer, knowing full well that today was the day her mother was planning on shipping her off to whatever school it was they were rapidly approaching, had made it a point to tart herself to levels bordering on ostentatious. Instead of her normally plush, full slightly pink lips she had chosen midnight blue lipstick, and plenty of it, thick and waxy it had already started to accumulate at the corners of her mouth. Her healthy complexion was instead seemingly buried beneath a thick collection of rouge blush, and her eyes, almost comically were covered in several brush strokes of pitch black mascara as if she intended to moonlight as vigilante. All this caped off by her hair having been dyed so as to be an almost fluorescent red, in addition to having streaks of black highlights.

Summer had been disappointed though, as in perhaps the strangest turn of all, that morning when her mother had summoned her to depart and she revealed her full ostentatious self, her mother simply cocked her head slightly before curling her lips into a strange smile. That smile is what had occupied most of Summer's thoughts during the drive, surmising that this was some kind of school of hard knocks, tight asses and tighter dress codes.

“Well, I would have dressed the same as you but I couldn't find a couch to shoot.”

Answering her mother back in kind, Summer commenting on her mother's almost counter-fashion to her own, clad in very down-key attire, a soft cream colored suit jacket and tightly fitting skirt that ended just shy of her knees, with a white blouse, white stockings, and a pair of one inch heals to match.

Summer couldn't deny however that her mother exuded class, she never seemed to talk about what it was she spent her days doing but every time she asked her mother would just get coy and simply say “production.” Another thing Summer couldn't understand about her mother was how she could downplay her absolutely ridiculous body, dressed even as she was it was easy to tell she was curvaceous bombshell. Long, muscle laden legs that were honed to an athletic edge, leading up to the delicious swell of her hips, Candice had curves to spare and this was no more apparent by her jaw-droppingly juicy ass, it seemed that no matter how much she tried to downplay her full plump booty it seemed to fill every article of clothing perfectly.

Candice also never seemed to have trouble keeping herself trim, another thing that at times perplexed her daughter as during the infrequent occasions her mother would don something sporty she always had a tight well maintained stomach, very little if any fat to speak of and even lightly defined abs. Of all the things to “run in the family” Summer deduced that having enormous, to-die-for tits wasn't the worst by a long shot, and Candice's tits were certainly gobsmackingly impressive, the massive mammaries that stood proudly on her chest seemingly pushing the buttons on her blouse to wobble forbiddingly every time she took a particularly deep breath.

Very much unlike her daughter Candice didn't conceal her full natural beauty behind layers of cosmetics, apart from a well appointed touch of red lipstick that left her lips looking slightly wet and occasionally left her words ending with wet pops. Having rigorously maintained her skin, her age didn't show on her face one bit, her smoothly tanned, creamy complexion was only accentuated by the long, silken locks of golden blonde hair that framed her face, today having opted to having it pulled back into a short, hi-sitting ponytail.

“Hmmm...”

Candice turned back to her window, once again trying not let her facade crack, fighting back a grin.

“At least I don't look like I spent the morning rooting through the compost looking for old banana peals and half-eaten apple.”

Fighting back her urge to giggle to herself, Candice was beginning to let the long drive go to her head, normally by this time of day she would already be well into rehearsal for this evenings performance, meaning more or less she would be meeting however many men and women who would be participating in whatever her theatre had planned for tonight. She recalled that they were in midst a series of productions showcasing the history of Russian drama, Candice couldn't help but let her eyes flutter slightly, feeling her now urgently throbbing pussy ratchet its beating a notch higher as she recalled being gang-banged by 10 actors dressed as cossacks last week. For a moment she just let her mind drift as vivid daydreams of innumerable lengths of cockmeat drifted through her head, reflecting on how much she truly loved being the most beloved female lead at the one of the worlds leading purveyors ultra-erotic, classical theatre.

“Uhhg... whatever...” Summer thought to herself as she slipped her headphones back on, finished trading quips with her mother, grabbing the small handbag that was situated beside her, placing it in her lap. Tugging the tiny, glossy pink tote open, peering over her immense chest that swelled as she took a breath, Summer pushed aside her cellphone, her candy, eventually finding the slender white plastic box she was looking for. Making a quick glance at her mother, making sure she was still lost in lala land, Summer swiftly flipped the box in her palm exposing the sliders on one of it's sides, pressing thumb to plastic she moved the slider to it's max setting.

Summer almost let herself gasp as she felt the toys inside her roar to life, instead making do with her eyes slowly tilting back and swallowing some of the excess drool that had started to churn into her mouth as she started salivating heavily. The low buzz being given off by a sizable dildo probing six inches into the throbbing walls of her cunt, as well as a two golf ball sized, silver, orb shaped vibrators that were nestled deeply inside her equally pulsing anal canal. Momentary relief washed over her as she felt her insides go creamy, only a thin wall of flesh being what separated the furiously humming devices leading them to resonate with one another only sending Summer's mind spinning faster.

She would have appeared flushed if not for her make-up, but Summer stealthily withdrew her hand from her handbag this time holding the stem of a sucker between her fingers, swiftly popping it between her midnight blue painted lips, tonguing the hard candy around her mouth before trapping it between her teeth and cheek causing it to balloon outwards.

“Not my seats I'm ruining...” Summer thought to herself as her pussy began to constrict and throb, turning to look out the window just as the main building was getting close, row after row of enormous white columns passed. The symbolism wasn't lost on either of them as almost in perfect unison, unbeknownst to one another, both Summer and Candice dug there teeth into there full lips as the rows of enormous, sturdy slabs of marble eventually gave way to a large bricked turnabout that was laid out before the main archway of the large building.

Their vehicle slowing a crawl, both Summer and Candice's eyes jolted open for a moment, as the entire cabin, seats included, began to vibrate ever so slightly as the tires came into contact with the bricked in section of the driveway. Regaining there composure, Summer slightly less quickly so, both women trying to maintain as the soft rumble that was resonating through the seats upon which they sat sending soft but pleasurable jolts through them both.

Pulling to a stop, Summer shrugged once again, as she collected herself to get out, not noticing as Candice was leaning over to her side of the cabin, not noticing her until she felt the significant weight of her mother tremendous chest press to her arm, reaching across her daughter Candice gave the lever on her daughter's door a tug. Acting quickly Summer couldn't help but seize the moment and leaned forward laying her lips on her mothers cheek, making a wet smack as she pulled away, her efforts not in vain as Candice in addition to her wide eyed, shocked look had a pair of midnight blue kiss mark stuck to her cheek.

“Kiss goodbye, right?” Summer snapped quickly before pushing the door open with one swift push from her athletic legs, before turning and then slipping out of the car, whether she intended to or not she ended up giving her mother a to-die-for look at her perfectly peach shaped ass in doing so. A self-satisfied grin on her face Summer turned and pushed the car door closed having exited and done so in a matter of seconds.

“One more thing...” She knew her mother wouldn't let her have the last word, Summer thought as she heard her mother over the soft hum of the power window descending, her mother looking through the narrow gap in the car door, Summer's legs wobbling slightly as she perhaps jumped to her feet a little too quickly, a thin sheen of her juices having begun to run down and gleam on her inner thigh.

“You might want to bin those dime store dildos rattling like Maracas in your tight little pussy...”

Going ghost white Summer could only stand slack-jawed at her mother, the words coming from her in her usual calm demeanor, only this time Candice was wearing a devilish grin, the darkened smear of Summer's lipstick still upon her face.

“...you won't need them here, this school was made for nasty cum sluts like us.”

With a soft hum Candice slid the window closed leaving Summer to stare at her own dumbstruck expression in the reflection, shortly after which the car crept forward before accelerating around the curved driveway. Leaving Summer to ponder the exchange that had just taken place, surprised by the unexpected thrill that went up her spin when her mother said “cum slut” and even more surprised that her attempt at subterfuge was in waste, thinking that no one could possibly hear the toys still humming away inside her.

Turning slowly, Summer looked up the steps that passed under the massive archway of the ancient looking building's entrance as her mothers words spun in her head, her plastic heels landing with a click with every step, eventually clearing her throat which had gone suddenly dry.

“Cum sluts... like us?”