JEAN ABBY CHAPTER 4
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JEAN & ABBY: CHAPTER 1 free porn video
CHAPTER 1: HOW IT STARTED
Jean Evans suddenly pulled her white Honda Accord sedan to the curb in front of a dark strip mall on the quiet avenue leaving the downtown area to the eastern suburbs and home. She turned in her seat belt and reached across the center console to a surprised young woman in the passenger seat, her daughter, Abby Evans.
Abby looked around outside the car, even checking the car’s dashboard for some sign of trouble. “What’s wrong, mom?”
Jean just stared at her daughter. Her eyes began glistening and a tear threatened to drop down her cheek. She swiped it away with the back of her hand. Jean Evans, a 39 year old single mother has raised Abby by herself working as a receptionist/secretary for a real-estate office for over 10 years since her husband filed for divorce. Despite her 39 years, she could be mistaken as considerably younger with her trim, athletic body on a 5’ 5”, 110 pound frame and 34C breasts with long, wavy gold-blonde hair that extends past her shoulders. The sudden stop and misting of her eyes as she took in her daughter next to her was because of a sudden guilt of what she had just asked of her daughter. Gazing at the innocent appearance of the young woman next to her just added to the feelings of betrayal that seemed to consume her in recognition of how their life had recently changed. Abby, a 19 year old Community College student studying in a program for Administrative Assistant was the joy of her life and, if she were to be honest, turned out pretty well despite by a single parent except she might be too much like Jean in one respect. Abby looked very much like her mother which they both enjoyed. Abby’s smaller frame, though, was still trim and athletic but on a 5’3”, 100 pound frame and smaller breasts of 34B.
Jean sighed deeply, then stared out the windshield. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m a terrible mother and you’re so … so … perfect. You deserve a mother that doesn’t take advantage of you like this.”
Abby reached across the console and pulled a hand off the steering wheel to also get her mom’s attention. “Take advantage of me? Like this? You mean like tonight? What we did tonight?”
Jean nodded as she steeled herself to look at her daughter, the wetness in her eyes finally releasing and falling down both cheeks.
“Mom … what’s going on? Tonight … tonight was just you helping me with a fantasy, a desire to experience something we’ve talked about.” Abby reached up, placed her hand on her mom’s face, and their eyes locked. “Mom, you’re a wonderful mom. You’re a perfect mom for me. I’m not promiscuous because of you. Remember? I was promiscuous in high school before I had a clue you were, too. We both hid our experiences so well neither of us had a clue. It wasn’t until your date that one night ended badly and you came home early and caught me with Johnny Bartles.”
Jean giggled, “In my bed, too.”
Abby laughed, “Yeah, it seemed especially wicked at the time.” Abby squeezed her mom’s hand and looked deeply into her eyes. “Mom, I love you. What you’ve given me is wonderful. Now that we understand each other … what we need … what we both desire … we can be open about it. Maybe you had enough to drink tonight that allowed you to take us to the next level. But what happened tonight, mom … it was amazing! It was a desire come true.”
Jean nervously giggled. “Do you believe us? What kind of mother – daughter relationship includes sharing about mutual desire to experience the mystique of black cocks?”
“A relationship like ours. At least we’re honest with each other mom.”
Jean smiled. At only 19, her daughter seemed so mature and capable and confident. She was nothing like that at the same age. “You’re really okay? I mean with what’s happening? It feels like we might be on a course that will take us deeper and deeper into our desires. I’m not sure that will end well. We need to think about what we’re doing and how.”
“I want to go home, mom. I want to do something with you that I have wanted to do for a while. I want to show you how okay I am with all of this.”
Jean raised her eyebrows in question but Abby wouldn’t offer more. Both women felt the spike in sexual energy, though. Nervously, anxiously, Jean put the car in gear and continued toward home.
* * * *
Jean’s feelings of guilt had its roots earlier that night. She had gone out looking for some action. She had long tried to keep her high need for sexual release in check, settling for the occasional fling, attempting to hide her desires from, what she thought, was an impressionable daughter. She had been shocked to discover that her ‘impressionable’ daughter was getting more sex that she was and she hadn’t been out of high school yet. That awareness and some very frank discussions cleared the air between them. Abby encouraged her mom. Jean wasn’t sure she should reciprocate by condoning her daughter but being a hypocrite wasn’t the answer, either. After Abby graduated and began the pursuit of a career at the local community college, mother and daughter evolved in their relationship to friends, more like roommates sharing a house than one trying for control over the other. They found a middle ground where they respected the privacy of the other. The loosening of their relationship and the obvious similarity of desires led to an increasing and mutual sharing of ideas, options, and fantasized situations.
Jean had gone to one of the nice hotel bars downtown where she had good fortune in meeting respectful businessmen only interested in a fling, a simple no-strings evening of pleasure. That particular night she found herself with not one but two older men and it seemed to be a problem for them that she was by herself. They asked if she was with a friend. No, she responded, but I might be able to have one here soon, if it matters.
As Abby’s phone chimed, she recognized it from her mom. “Hey, mom, what’s up?”
“Honey, remember that conversation we had about one of your fantasies?”
Abby giggled, “Which one?”
Jean laughed, “True, you do have quite a wish list. The one I’m talking about is black men.”
“Oh my, God … for real?”
“I’ve got two here who want some fun. They are older … older than me … but I pressed up against one of them dancing and … interested?”
“Yes! I can’t believe this! Thanks, mom.”
“Get dressed, there’s a cab on its way.”
Abby laughed, “You knew.”
After another drink and conversation that had turned very suggestive, Abby appeared in the entry to the bar. She spotted her mom waving from a booth along one side. Jean was sitting next to one of the guys so Abby slid into the booth next to the other. She no sooner sat down and a waiter appeared and asked for an ID. Abby dug her driver’s license from her small purse for him and he shook his head. The state’s age limit is 21 years old, even to be in the bar. He put the license back on the table and one of the men discretely turned the card to look at it, then whispered into Jean’s ear. Jean smiled.
On the way out of the bar, Jean leaned close to Abby. “One of these guys owns a company here in town the other is a client. The client has a room upstairs … and a mini-bar.”
The women hesitated in the lobby outside the bar and the men took one around the waist and guided them to the left and the elevators. Abby shivered as the man’s big hands slid down from her waist onto her hip and to the back to her ass as the elevator doors opened. The man who had fondled Abby’s ass pressed the ‘10’ button. He turned to the three in the elevator with him, “Are we okay?”
Jean nodded but Abby didn’t even notice. Her attention was on the man in front of her. She smiled and closed the gap between them and looked up at him, “Yes, sir. Very okay.” He tentatively lowered his face to hers and she accepted his kiss. She smiled and asked back to him, “Are we okay?” He laughed from deep in his chest before pulling her against him and kissing her harder. They didn’t break the kiss until the elevator dinged at ‘10’ but Jean hadn’t noticed because she was similarly engaged with man she was with.
In the alcove on the tenth floor, the client stops and whispers something to the company owner. Both women watch. “No, Sam, I took a peek at the license. She definitely 19.”
The man seemed embarrassed but relieved but he recovered quickly. With a twinkle in his eyes, “Ladies, we all know why we’re up here, right?” Jean nodded and returned a wicked smile. “Maybe that should be enough but I’ve always fantasized about the image of a naked woman walking down a hotel corridor.”
The two women shared a quick look and smile, turned simultaneously so their back were to the men and pulled their long hair to the side to reveal the zippers of their dresses. Jean and Abby exchanged nervous but excited looks as they both felt the zippers lowered. Despite their sexual proclivity, being pushed into exhibitionism was very new to both. The women turned to face the two older black men, standing side by side as they pushed their dresses off the shoulders, allowing the dresses to fall to the waist exposing bra encased breasts. They shimmied the dresses over their hips to step out of them and awkwardly held them until the men put their hands out to take them. The men gazed appreciatively at the women as they stood in matching lace bras and thongs with thigh-high stockings and heels. Both women moved their hands behind them and slid bra straps down their arms exposing breasts.
“Beautiful,” one of the men exclaimed.
Abby began, “Mom’s …”
“No, dear,” the company owner assured her, “your breasts are perfect for you body.”
Abby smiled at the compliment and felt the surge of excitement building higher as she stood mostly naked before these strange men in a hotel hallway as they admired both bodies. She moved her hands more confidently to her hips and slid her thong down. She blushed when she realized the thin material of the gusset momentarily clung to her wet pussy. After stepping out of it and handing it towards the man, he brazenly lifted it to his face and breathed in her scent. She blushed deeper. This was so different. Although experienced in sex, it was with older boys and young men. Experienced, confident, worldly men … this was different. They weren’t awkward and unsure of themselves. This was very different and another shiver coursed through her as she stood nakedly in front of them and not only them but outside an elevator in a hotel. Her body flooded her with a wave of heat and energy. She knew her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet as her skin flushed tellingly. And, the smile on the man’s face told her he recognized all the signs.
The men gazed admiringly at the two naked blondes in front of them. The long blonde hair, smooth white skin, clean and bald pussy mounds, and firm breast with erect nipples presented an erotic image, especially right outside a hotel elevator. The local company owner stepped up to Jean and fondled a breast gently. Then, “Hard to believe you’re her mother. You could be an older sister.” The other man stepped up to Abby and duplicated the fondling. The public interaction seemed to have similar effects on all of them.
Jean smiled, “Aren’t you the flatterer.” She looked from the alcove to the hallway. “Which way? I assume you will want to follow behind us.”
The client pointed to the right. Jean held Abby’s hand and led her confidently down the hallway. Only dressed in stockings and heels, Jean leaned toward her daughter, “Are you still okay?” Abby returned a nod in answer.
The men followed 15 feet or so behind carrying the discarded clothes. The view of the two naked blondes ahead of them, their asses tantalizingly rotating before them presented a conflict in thoughts: they were very much enjoying the view; but they very much were anxious to get into the room.
For Abby, this was a turning point in her thinking of herself and what she wanted. Of all the guys her age she had been with, none of those situation had given her this feeling. The only word that came to her mind was ‘slut’. She glanced at her mom as little bottles of wine were pulled from the mini-bar and poured into glasses previously wrapped in plastic. Her mom stood with amazing grace … considering she was naked with clothed men … and engaged them in small talk. Abby wondered at where that confidence and self-assurance came from and if she too would sometime develop or acquire it. She hid her nervousness by sipping the offered wine rather than chancing her voice in conversation.
The standing around, though, didn’t last long. Abby was led by the man to a chair where he sat and pulled her into his lap. She sat across his lap facing her mom who was in a similar position. She watched her mom put her free hand behind the man’s neck which opened her body to the man’s free hand since he had put his glass on the side table. Abby duplicated the move and soon found her body being fondled and explored as she was pulled into a kiss that became increasingly urgent and passionate. She found her one leg slide off his lap as his touch moved between her thighs. She was breathing heavy and gratefully gave up her glass when the man took it from her. She devoured the man’s mouth and tongue as his fingers found her bald and slick pussy. It took a moment for her to recognize the sounds of moans and gasps as coming from her but her mom was equally involved.
Abby sensed movement and found her mother slipping from the other man’s lap and kneeling in front of him. She watched, only for a moment, as Jean began loosening the belt. Abby again duplicated the effort. Her man was soon lifting his ass from the chair so Abby could pull his pants down. Her fingers had grabbed his underwear at the same time and she found her first black cock standing erect in front of her. It might not have been a truly big black cock like the porn videos show but it was bigger than any she had before. She put out her tongue and licked the underside and head, then turned her head to lick the side and glanced at the action next to her. Her mouth fell open at what she saw. Her mom was sucking on a truly massive black cock. In recovery, Abby slid her open mouth over the man’s cock and began sucking hard. Her mind reeled. She was experiencing one of her big fantasies … and big black cocks really do exist. But she put her focus on the man … and cock … before her.
The man stood and Abby knelt taller to keep his cock in her mouth while he opened his shirt to remove it and the undershirt. She pulled her mouth off his cock, her lips and chin slick with her own saliva. She untied his shoes. He placed a hand on her head to balance as she assisted him in the removal of shoes, socks, and pants from his feet. He then stood her up and led her to the adjoining bed. She crawled on top of it and lay on her back with her legs spread wide, her arms outstretched to him. She watched with fascination as his large black body crawled between her white thighs, then her eyes fixated on the black cock being guided between her thighs to her pussy. She gasped as she felt the head pressing against her wet pussy and raised her shoulders to see the black cock penetrate her white pussy. She groaned and fell back onto the bed, a wide satisfied smile on her face as she reached out to the man. What was the fascination of black on white? Mystique? Some long ago taboo of the races? It filled her none-the-less just as much as the cock working its way deep into her pussy with in and out motion until she felt him against her, pelvis to pelvis. She clutched to the man as he pulled his cock nearly all the way out before driving it powerfully into her. She groaned and moaned and uttered ‘yes’ repeatedly even as she felt a hand hold hers and turned to find her mom being fucked alongside her. She smiled at her mom, a weak smile, a smile overridden by lust and wild emotions. She felt the man stiffen, his cock swell inside her, then pulse and jerk as he grunted and thrust even more powerfully and urgently into her. She raised her legs and wrapped them around the man’s thick waist to hold him tightly and to open herself completely to him and he slammed into her as he climaxed. Feeling his cum spurt into her pussy sent Abby over the edge, too. They both groaned and grunted as his cock spurted and jerked and her pussy spasmed and clutched around it.
It was long moments later before any of the four noticed the quiet except for the panting of breath and the blood pounding in their eyes. The men rolled off the women to stand at opposite sides of the bed. They shared congratulatory smiles, then returned their eyes to the two blondes with legs spread and pussies still pulsing in orgasmic after-effect.
Jean raised herself to her elbows and considered her naked, spent, but happy looking daughter. She then turned her attention to the men who had moved back to the chairs. “If you ply us with another glass of wine, we could switch partners the next time.”
They liked that idea. Jean pulled Abby into the bathroom to clean up. Inside with the door closed Jean said to Abby, “You’ve fantasized about a BBC … there he is.”
“God, mom, I could believe that thing when I saw it. Will I be able to take it?”
Jean chuckled, “I wasn’t so sure myself at first, but once it was inside me ….”
Jean left no doubt upon returning to the men. She immediately went to the client and sat in his lap. Abby went to the other man, the local company owner, and all she could think about was the monster hanging between the man’s legs. As the man began fingering her smaller breasts and the kissing resumed, she could feel movement under her ass cheeks and she just had to see it closer. She slid off the man and knelt between his legs. She lifted his cock up to kiss and lick the head and work her way down the length with her tongue and lips. As it slowly grew, she held it in both hands and marveled that the head was still exposed. And it wasn’t fully hard. She opened her mouth wide to take the bulbous head between her lips and felt the cock growing in her mouth. She pressed her mouth down like she did on other cocks before and felt the head at her throat but her hands told her there was still more cock outside than inside. She pulled her mouth off gasping but she wanted to see it in its hard state. She looked up at the man and he gave her a smile, a smile that told her he had seen the look on her face before.
She simply said, “I want …”
He stood up, bringing her up with him. Only then did she realize that during her fascination of this cock that her mom had returned to the bed and was being fucked missionary by the other man. This time it wasn’t going to be the same, though. Her man lay on the bed alongside her mom and held his cock straight up in the air. It looked even bigger as she crawled over his legs to his midsection. She had to raise her hips high to move over the top and sucked in a huge breath as she aligned the head to her pussy.
Jean watched from below as her daughter aligned the cock to her pussy. With eyes closed and a breath held, Abby rubbed the cock head back and forth until it fell into her hole. Then, she went stiff as she slowly, hesitantly lowered her body down the pole. Jean watched as more cock disappeared into her daughter. She remembered the feeling herself moments before when he fucked her. The feeling of complete fullness, the cock bumping into her cervix repeatedly as he fucked her, the feeling of such tightness that she felt the veins and ribs of the shaft, the bulbous head as it moved in and out. She wrapped her legs around the man currently fucking her but she was remembering the feeling of that monster, the monster now inside her daughter.
* * * *
Jean drove into the garage and they used that entry into the house. Jean turned once they were in the kitchen. “What was it you wanted to show me or do or whatever you said?”
Abby just grabbed her hand and pulled her through the kitchen and family room area and into the hallway leading to the bedrooms of their three-bedroom ranch home.
“Abby? Abby, what …?”
Instead of an answer, though, Abby pulled Jean into the mother’s bedroom, turned to face her suddenly so her momentum brought the two together, and she kissed her mom firmly and fully on the lips. This wasn’t a mother/daughter kiss. This wasn’t a kiss of thanks or ‘you’re wonderful’. This was a passionate kiss … a sexual kiss.
“Abby?”
Abby pulled her in with another kiss but her hands moved over her mom’s upper back until she found and lowered the zipper and stroked inside on the bare skin of her back. She quickly unclasped the bra and brought both dress and bra down the arms.
Abby placed both hands on her mom’s now bare breasts and looked into her surprised face. Abby smiled. “I’ve thought about you … us … being together … for a while now but … I … didn’t feel I had the nerve. Not until tonight.” She bent down and kissed each erect nipple. “Tonight …, when you included me in this … then I knew, I was sure. I want to share more with you … be more with you. I don’t want to be just your daughter. Is this … okay?”
Jean felt like she might melt. She suddenly felt more attraction to Abby than she had felt to anyone in … in a very long time. This feeling was far beyond mere sex. Tonight … those men … especially the local guy … that was blazing hot sex. But this was different and somehow more, better, wonderful. She pulled Abby into her and reach around her to lower her zipper, dress, and bra. They parted enough to allow the dress to fall to Abby’s hips and when their bare breasts squeezed together in embrace, they both moaned the pleasure of the contact.
They parted and pushed off the remainder of their clothes, pulled the covers down on the bed and scrambled into the center to crash into a tangle of arms, legs, and full-naked body contact. They kissed, stroked, fondled, groped, and explored each other until Jean raised her head, her breath and words coming between gasps, “69?”
She didn’t even wait for a response but pushed Abby flat on the bed and swung her leg over and aligned her pussy over her daughter’s mouth as she lowered her lips to hers. She moaned as her lips and tongue made first contact with her daughter’s … HER DAUGHTER’S … wet and heavily scented pussy and moaned again at the first feel of Abby’s tongue and lips on her pussy. Both pussies had been well fucked and filled with two deposits of cum and both women greedily sucked and tongued the other until both, stimulated and motivated by a new emotional and physical connection, strained and quivered against each other in mutual orgasm, both sucking and licking orgasmic secretions that tasted so, so, so good and satisfied a thirst, a need neither imagined they desired.
* * * CHAPTER 2: THE INTERVIEW will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
Makenna
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