Ro3: At the Milf's Mercy

Shannon was on her knees, her hands clutching desperately to the carpet as her mother's tongue plunged her depths. Her nipples were raw from being pushed back and forth across the ground, but she lacked the energy to support herself enough to keep them off the floor. Despite herself Shannon spread her legs apart to give her better access to her box. Her breathing was ragged as she inhaled the stale air from between the carpet fibres, wondering just how much more she could take from Suzanne before she passed out. She had stopped counting the number of orgasms the milf had brought her to some time ago, and now was simply trying to remain conscious against the unrelenting **** of pleasure emanating from her quivering quim.

Then Suzanne stopped.

“Did you hear that?” Suzanne asked, not that Shannon could muster the breath to respond. “I think some of our guests are here. You'd better get dressed.” Her mother slapped her on the ass, the **** just enough to put Shannon on the precipice of another orgasm. She rubbed her thighs together involuntarily to try to squeeze out another spray of pussy juice while her mother picked up Shannon's panties and walked... Towards the door. She was actually going to let them in!

Her imminent orgasm forgotten Shannon **** herself to move. She needed to get dressed or she'd be ruined! She couldn't even imagine what being caught like this would do to her reputation, but she was certain she'd never be able to live it down. People were bound to think she was some kind of a lesbian nympho slut for lying naked wet and willing in the middle of her living room floor at her own party. There was already a rumour going around school that she and Jessica were dating (which was true, though they were keeping that fact on the sly), if this situation were heaped on top of that she'd probably have to transfer schools. There was no way she'd be able to face her classmates!

With not a small deal of effort she crawled to her shirt and slipped it on, surveying the room for the rest of her clothes. Her mother had practically mauled her in her attempts at stripping her, one would have thought she'd been without sex for a year the way she leaped at the opportunity to fuck her daughter. Her skirt had landed on top of a lamp, her bra was actually draped on the ceiling fan, and her jacket was nowhere in sight. Her skirt was top priority, especially since Suzanne had confiscated her panties. 

She had seemed so pleased with herself as she did it too, Shannon wasn't in a position to find her mother's game particularly arousing. Suzanne on the other hand was probably running like a faucet between her legs as she **** her daughter into **** exhibitionism. 

She heard voices from the front, heard Suzanne inviting the guests in. With every ounce of energy she could muster Shannon dragged her body towards the couch. If she could just pull herself up she'd be within reach of her skirt, with a bit of luck and a tonne of effort she might just be able to slip it on before she was caught. Shannon blocked out the voices coming from the door, the sounds of feet shuffling and polite courtesies, and instead focused on placing one hand in front of the other. Then her hand was on the cushion and she could begin pulling herself up.

Mounting the couch proved a momentous task. Her legs were practically jelly after her mother had finished with her... God, her own fucking mother! Obviously she was starting to recover from their encounter, mentally if not physically. Her mind was clear enough to be deeply disturbed by what her own mother had just done to her... And worse, what she had allowed her mother to do to her.

Her attempts at rationalizing her actions came back to her. Remembered trying to convince herself that she was Sharon, because Shannon would never do something like that. And she wouldn't! Not in a million years! Except... She had.

Grunting at the effort she heaved her body onto the couch and turned around so that the cushions weren't suffocating her. She happened to glance down and realized that her nipples were still hard and were clearly visible against her white cotton shirt. Where was that fucking jacket? Shannon reached out, straining her fingertips towards the lamp sitting atop the end table. She needed that skirt. If she didn't get that skirt in the next five seconds her life was over. She felt that smooth pleated fabric against her fingers and then...! It fell to the ground.

She had knocked her skirt on to the ground, far out of her reach in her enervated condition. Her body went limp with defeat, her arm flopping against the side of the couch. She froze as the three guests and her mother walked into the room. The milf stood behind the trio, grinning wildly, her eyes full of lust as she observed the scene she had created. There Shannon sat, coated in sweat wearing only her uniform's white cotton button-up shirt and black thigh-high socks, nipples hard and bulging, and her crotch only just covered by the length of her shirt.

That was it. She was done. She'd have to drop out of the academy, probably go to a public school—she shuddered at the thought—she'd have to break up with Jessica, and she'd never be able to look at her family the same way. Shannon's vision began to cloud up and darkness began to swim before her eyes.

“Sharon... Umm... Happy birthday?” Came Rick's dopey voice from the doorway. He was grinning as stupidly as a teenager stumbling into his first dirty magazine.

Sharon. The word cut through the fog threatening to swallow Shannon's consciousness like a scalpel making an incision. He thought that she was her sister! Her twin sister! Of course! It was so obvious! Why hadn't she thought of it before! Without her school jacket and skirt the guests had no way of telling her apart from her identical twin! She just had to keep up appearances for a few minutes, excuse herself from the party, and come back as herself. Sure, Sharon would have to take the bullet for her but her sister didn't have quite as much to lose. Besides, if Joan was right her twin had already felt their mother's caress.

Shannon shuddered. She had shared the same lover with her sister. And it was her mother! But her mind was wandering, on to the situation at hand.

Shannon wiped the sweat from her face, flicking it to the ground and said with all the confidence she could muster, “Thanks Rick. I have to apologize for not changing out of my nightie, it's just been such a busy day.” It was an incredibly easy role to slip into. She was basically acting like a slightly less intelligent version of herself. She wore the role as an armour and was amazed at how easily her fear and embarrassment slipped away. Experimentally she tried to stand, but her legs were still so overwrought that only a slight twitch gave any indication that she was trying to move.

Suzanne was grudgingly impressed by her daughter. She had fully expected her to be a quivering heap of flesh on the middle of the floor when she lead Zoe, Rick and Charisma in. Her crotch had practically caught fire at the thought of showing them what she'd done to her daughter, perhaps inviting the trio to do as they pleased to her body, but apparently Shannon had more determination than she'd given her credit for. And to slip so quickly into her little deception? It was genius, but it wasn't as fun as it could be. Suzanne ushered the guests into the living room, making sure that the seat next to Shannon wasn't taken. She offered everyone drinks and quickly returned with two cold bottles in each hand. Shannon had wisely refused, but intoxication wasn't what Suzanne had on the menu for her lovely daughter.

Her mom plopped herself down on the couch next to her and cracked her drink open with a smile, and then cozzied up against Sharon. Her mother's arm slipped behind her back and she began gently stroking her daughter's spine, Shannon tried to ignore it.

The small talk was extremely awkward. Rick was staring blankly at her chest, making one word responses to anything directed at him, and the one had introduced to Suzanne as Zoe kept glancing over at the bulge in his crotch.

“No offence Sharon, but I thought this was supposed to be a party. Where is everyone?” The more attractive of Sharon's two guests asked. Shannon tried to place her. Judging by her clothes and voice she was a cheerleader, so...

“The party only just started, I didn't expect any of the squad to show up so early. Whatever happened to the whole fashionably late thing?” She **** a laugh, as close as she could get to her sister's friendly musical laughter. Jim might have been able to tell the difference, but the cheerleader was oblivious. Shannon's spine suddenly straightened as she felt Suzanne's hand slip under her shirt, wandering up and down the cleft between her ass cheeks. “Robin is upstairs with Joan and--” Her mom's pinkie slipped inside her ass, and Shannon almost said Sharon. She clenched reflexively against the invading digit, her sphincter spasming against her mother's finger. She regained herself just as the finger began slowly pistoning her asshole, “with Joan and Shannon. They should be down in a while.” She silently prayed that wasn't true.

“Oh yeah, that reminds me...” Rick said, finally managing to tear his vision away from Shannon's pert nipples for a few seconds, “Jim says he's going to be late.”

The finger slipped out of her ass and Suzanne's hand wandered lower, slipping under her crotch and cupping her clam. Shannon slowly dripped fluids onto her mother's hand as it rubbed her labia slowly. Fortunately the awkward angle was preventing her from bringing Shannon to another instant orgasm.

“What!? He does remember I'm his girlfriend, right? His appearance isn't exactly optional.”

Her mother coaxed her clit out of its hood, it was still stiff and sensitive from their time together. All of Shannon's muscles tensed up at once as she flicked at her nub, Shannon took a deep breath in through the nose and **** it out through the mouth in order to return her body to normalcy. Still, as sensitive as she was it was all she could do not to double over as the feeling overwhelmed her.

“Yeah but... Well, he mentioned that he lost a ring, one with some green emeralds and a robin or something? I'm not sure. I don't speak freak-out so I couldn't really understand him,” Rick explained.

She was inside her now, Shannon's moist passage contracting around her mother's fingers. Shannon hadn't spent much time with boys so her honey pot was still as tight as ever, gripping the questing appendages as if it was afraid of letting them go. Shannon just wished that she could push them out, she felt herself sweating profusely, and her thighs almost spread apart. As soon as she noted the near movement she willed her legs still even after all that time she'd spent trying to move them. If her legs moved apart now Rick, Zoe and Charisma would get a perfect view of her dripping delta. Shannon couldn't help but grimace.

“Ugh, Rick! You can be so insensitive sometimes!” Zoe chipped in, obviously she was good friends with Rick since her words were at odds with her reserved appearance. “The ring was obviously a present for Sharon! Look, you've gone and upset her!” Shannon was relieved that Zoe was mistaking the reason behind her grimace.

Suzanne was really getting into it now, getting off on her little exhibition. A debilitating twinge went up Shannon's body and she was **** to lean forward, supporting her weight with her arms. Even her arms were shaking, if her mother didn't slow down she was going to cum then and there. As those three watched. The thought elicited another tremor. Fucking hell, she wasn't getting off on this, was she? Shannon bit her tongue and **** herself to look up at Sharon's friends, giving a pained smile.

Rick winced, “Jeeze, you're right Zoe. It's funny how the earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to... If it's any consolation, he looked good and panicked! Like he might have a heart attack then and there! He's obviously a good enough boyfriend to know when to freak out!”

She knew that she needed to say something, but all her attention was turned towards not gushing from her shaking alcove. Her mother was just so good at what she did. So good it was pissing her off. She should be getting this kind of pleasure from her girlfriend, certainly not her mother of all people! Shannon struggled to think of something to say, but failed. Fortunately the cheerleader girl spoke up at this point.

“So he lost a ring! Big deal. I mean, hello! Just buy a new one! People who think their problems are so huge craze me. Like this time I sort of ran over this girl on her bike. It was the most traumatizing event of my life, and she's trying to make it about her leg! Like my pain meant nothing.”

Zoe glanced between Sharon and Charisma. It looked like she was about to cry (actually it was Shannon and she was about to moan, but Zoe had no way of knowing that), which was completely understandable what with her boyfriend being a no show and being so thoughtless as to lose her present, and here was Charisma Chase acting as self-centred as ever. Zoe summoned her courage from some resevoire she didn't know she had and said, “Say, you know Robin's been upstairs for a while. Maybe you should go find her, Charisma!”

The cheerleader's face lit up at the opportunity of escaping the two dweebs on the couch. She quickly excused herself and went up the stairs. Meanwhile Shannon was sweating from every pore. Her shirt was saturated with sweat and had practically turned transparent, her nipples plainly visible even through the material. Zoe began speaking comforting reassurances Shannon couldn't quite hear, and Rick had taken notice of her shirts new transparent properties, the bulge in his pants growing to its maximum girth. All the while her mother's fingers jack-hammered at her cunt, reaching speeds only those extremely experienced in the sexual arts could achieve. Her moment of release was imminent.

*written by FK