Sharon's Twin Sister Arrives

Shannon rang the doorbell again impatiently, and then again after she'd been waiting a good minute. She was just beginning to feel ticked off when the door finally opened. Any anger she felt at waiting simply evaporated when she saw her mother on the other side of the door frame.

“Took you long enough! I was beginning to think you'd gone out or something.” She leaned in and gave Suzanne a light peck on the cheek. Odd... She smelled strange somehow. Shannon shrugged her mother's musky scent off and sauntered inside her former home, tossing a brightly coloured package onto one of the flimsy plastic tables that had been brought out for the party. “You look really good, Mom. Healthy. Am I the first one here?”

“Just about. One of Sharon's friends beat you by just over an hour, that Robin girl.”

“Robin?” Shannon tried to place the name. She went to a private school so she sometimes struggled to place the names of her twin sister's schoolmates. It started to come back to her, but she didn't remember hearing anything particularly pleasant from Sharon about Robin. “So those two are friends now? I heard she was a bit of a bitch.”

“Oh, I wouldn't say that at all.” Suzanne said, a slightly distant look on her face. “Robin is nice. Very nice.”

“Oookay. Anyway, I invited some of the girls from my school over. After all, it's my birthday too.” Shannon plopped herself down on the couch. “How about a drink, mom? It's been a long drive.”

Suzanne looked at Shannon. Her daughter's legs were spread widely and she could see up her plaid skirt to her black panties. She was obviously comfortable, clearly not expecting any sexual advancements from her own mother. Shannon may have been the one requesting the drink, but it was Suzanne that was drinking in the sight of Shannon's milky white thighs, normally hidden by her uniform's pleated skirt and thigh high socks. She was gorgeous, she looked just like Sharon but for the lack of a horse cock. Shannon may have gotten the brains, but Sharon got the balls. Suzanne grew moist at the sight of her daughter's hidden mound, she couldn't help but run her tongue across her lips.

“Mom? Drink? You did get drinks, right? It is a party after all.”

Suzanne snapped back to reality. “Oh, a drink. Right. Of course. Let's get you nice and drunk. It is your eighteenth birthday after all...”

*written by FK