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After her daughter's amazing sixteenth birthday party in February 2019, Justine would often pop into the Lush shop on Winchester High Street (sadly now closed) on her way back to the solicitors’ offices after buying her lunch. She adored the air-conditioned atmosphere of mouth-watering scents, hypnotic colours and pools of brightly lit products against the black walls.
The shop was fairly quiet, except for a group of giggling teenage girls, dabbing the trial products onto each other's faces. Justy lingered at the display of her favourite body lotion and shower gel ‘Dirty Springwash’, revelling in the memory of uninhibited showers shared with her daughter Molly.
Justy could feel her panties already getting damp as she picked up a bottle, imagining the feel of the cool scented fluid smoothed between the teenager’s hot buttocks and over her hardening nipples. Coming out of her reverie, Justy noticed something new - a soft silicone, rainbow coloured dildo slowly rotating vertically in a pool of liquid between the bottles.
It wobbled obscenely between her fingers as she couldn't help but jack off the tip of the flagrantly lubricated sextoy.
Nobody else in the shop seemed to have noticed except for the deeply lesbian manageress Rosie, who now stood very close behind, brushing her red hair aside to kiss the back of her neck.
"I thought you might like our new special range," she breathed into Justy's ear. "Perfect after a shower shared with a gorgeous daughter, don't you think?"
Justy melted into the embrace, tongues locked, as Rosie's fingers explored between her legs, "why don't you bring Molly over to my place and we can swap daughters for the weekend - I guess you've already had her school friend - my daughter Chloe."
Back in the office, not entirely sure what had really happened, legal secretary, Justine checked the credit card receipt stuffed into her purse to see a complimentary dildo included in her list of purchases currently in her desk drawer.
She carefully eased out the rainbow coloured box without attracting too much attention from her colleagues to find it only contained Rosie's business card with the scribbled message, 'cum and collect it - Saturday evening after 8 PM - bring Molly and some wine,' on the back.
Saturday Afternoon
Justy and Molly spent a lazy afternoon gently bathing each other and trying on matching outfits for the promised passionate night of sex with Rosie and her daughter Chloe.
This was several months before Molly started to dominate her mother, so the black leather shorts, with a zip all the way from front to back, thigh length stiletto boots and open harness bralet remained hidden in the wardrobe, along with the whip, restraints and paddles.
After carefully shaving away each other’s last of the sun-bleached pubic hair, they settled on very short cutaway yellow sundresses, which left no opportunity for underwear to Rosie’s great delight, when the photos popped up on her phone as she was closing up the Lush shop.
Justy picked up a few bottles of bubbly from the supermarket on the drive over, arriving in a very aroused state at exactly 8 PM.
Chloe opened the door, looking stunning in tight white yoga pants and a crop top that did nothing to hide her deep camel toe or engorged nipples, long hair still dripping, obviously straight from the shower with her mum Rosie.
“Come on in you two,” and turning slightly, “I’ll get some glasses for that fizz.”
Molly couldn’t resist fondling her arse as Justy kissed the teenager, pinning her to the wall by the hips - not that she actually put up any resistance.
Rosie appeared, looking good enough to eat, dressed identically to her daughter; she lifted the front of both sundresses to check for underwear and cupping her guests' bare pubes.
“So smooth - I’m really going to enjoy devouring these delicacies - why don’t we all curl up on the sofa and get to know each other better.”
Rosie and Justy sat chatting on the sofa as their two girls went giggling into the kitchen to pour the drinks, with much fondling and slapping of bottoms.
Returning naked, Chloe and Molly mounted their mothers, straddling their legs, passing mouthfuls of wine backwards and forwards, while grappling breasts and pussies. Then, on an unseen signal they swapped, Chloe's hands roaming inside Justy's dress as they kissed long and hard; Rosie almost devouring her new best friend Molly.
Soon the two exhausted teenagers sank to the floor, locking thighs and started Tribbing on the sheepskin rug, swapping between being on top and underneath each time Rosie found an exposed bottom to fondle. After the second or third glass of wine, nobody could remember who they hadn’t had yet, so settled on a blindfolded drinking game whereby Justy always ‘lost’ and had to eat whichever pussy settled on her face.
Rosie was keen they each try out a new Lush massage oil, applying liberal coatings to the row of four dildos stuck to the top of a long thin glass-topped coffee table. Mounting the table like a kiddie's train - in order mother, daughter, mother, daughter, they rode the dildos and stroked the breasts in front of them to several thrilling climaxes.
The regular-sized shower cubicle was a bit of a squeeze for four slippery bodies to clean up, but the overhead drench shower head left all hands free for exploration and soaping. Molly thought she had gone to heaven when the enema-style pulsating shower attachment entered her slippery arse, just managing to stay upright by holding onto the smiling Chloe’s shoulders.
“Holy Fuck - this is awesome, look it’s spraying all down my legs - just like I’m squirting.”
“I love it too,” replied Chloe. “Mum does this treatment for me every morning - I can never stop cumming.”
Having finally run out of Lush shower gel they all finally flopped into bed at 3 AM, Rosie was so glad she had bought the vibrating king-size model for a night of continued experimentation using the Lush dildos in strap-on harnesses.
Sunday Morning
Molly stirred, thinking she was the first awake as late morning sunlight fell across her face, desperate for the toilet.
"Good morning, gorgeous," purred Rosie, all naked and warm, snuggled up beside her, reaching across to stroke the teenager's tummy. "I hope you slept well - we still have a lot more things to try."
Molly carefully removed Rosie's hand from between her legs, quietly slipping out of bed to avoid waking the others to relieve herself in the ensuite.
She returned, still horny as hell, after using the bidet, to see the two mothers on either side of Chloe, kissing and fondling, their strap-on dildos just visible under the rumpled sheet at hip level.
"Come here baby girl - let's try these out."
Chloe flipped over onto her back, legs raised and ankles locked behind Justy's neck as she took the bulbous head of slippery silicone betweenTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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She’d pleaded with her friends to set her up a date, one friend, she’d been going out with this guy for months; always telling her of the size of his manhood and as to his performance, she’d never been left dry? O hi chrizzie her friends face hade acured in the mirror She was a d-list celebrity who had the perfect body. She was 5'9'' with nice long legs, long blonde hair, round d-cup breasts, flat stomach, and a nice tight and big ass, a man's dream. Also she was a major christian and...
“Grab your stuff for a shower and come with me,” he said as he walked away. She picked up the stuff and followed him to the bathroom. Once there he held out his hands for her stuff and began placing them in the shower, when he finished, he started the water. Next he turned and got out some big fluffy towels and placed them on the counter next to the shower. Then he began stripping off his clothes. “Strip, slave. From now on you will shower twice a day. Once when you get up and once...
Two attractive, and mostly naked college freshmen were having a blast. They were on a drop cloth in an old high school gym. Paint was everywhere. It was on the drop cloth, on the ladders, but mostly on them. Angie had tubes of art paint in each hand. Gretchen had just given up her brush and had grabbed the whole bucket of house paint. Before the inevitable happened… ‘Cut. Girls this isn’t supposed to be about paint fights. This is supposed to be about SEX. And don’t make such a big mess to...