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When she arrived from school, Sarah always did the same thing.
When she closed the door behind her and stepped into her dark hallway, she would shiver excitedly and begin to take off her jumper.
She couldn’t remember when her Mother had stopped greeting her at the door, or when she began the constantly identical daily ritual, but it was enough that she started to do it without conscious thought.
She looked forward to it every day in school. Sometimes she grew bored with what her classmates talked about or did, completely wrapped in her own private excitement.
Of course, she knew she couldn’t share it with any of them, or any of her teachers. It was a secret between her and Mommy. They’d had secrets before, like how Mommy didn’t really like Daddy, or how Sarah would feel her privates at night, or how Mommy would look at her when she changed. But then they started their routine.
She stood in the warm house, breathing in the warm air and taking off her skirt, throwing it down next to her jumper. Her heart pounded, and her breathing hitched. She kicked her shoes off and raised up a small foot to pull off the thin fabric, before taking the other leg and removing that sock as well.
Her Daddy wasn’t around as much. He was still there, he came home at night and took supper, occasionally he was early enough for dinner. He often sat and ate in silence, thanking her Mother after he had eaten and ruffling Sarah’s hair as he left.
Sarah loved her Daddy, very much so, but she could understand why Mommy sometimes felt it hard to. He kept to himself, and looked sad when he saw how close her Mother and Sarah’s relationship was. She sometimes wondered if he would be sad if he found out about their secret.
She peeled off her shirt, taking it up over her soft stomach and small breasts, exposing them to the humid air. They were barely more than puffed out nipples, but weren’t quite flat enough to be unremarkable.
Her hair bounced down her bare back as the shirt was cast aside into the same pile. She stood now in her pink panties and snapped from her trance, unsure if she should remove them. Of course her usual routine told her that she normally would, but she thought about how Mommy sometimes told her to go back and put them on.
She remained diligent and slipped the slightly damp fabric down her thighs, hooked round her ankles. If she wanted her to wear them, she would come back to get them.
She took a hand and ran it over her mound, tracing tiny fingers along her tiny entrance. She was quite wet. Before wasting too much time, she padded her feet along the ground before arriving at the closed door of her parents’ room, fully naked.
She pushed open the door to the somehow darker and warmer room. The blinds were always drawn, much heavier than the ones in the rest of the house, and so blocked out more light.
The first thing that hit Sarah was the strong smell. The first few times, she had disliked it, the room shrouded in both musk and darkness made her turn up her nose, but now she was used to it, she liked it.
She gently closed the door behind her with a click, and turned to face the bed. The expensive bedcovers were on the floor and there was the dark figure of a woman lying on it. Sarah couldn’t properly see Mommy yet, but when her eyes adjusted she would be able to. She knew her Mommy could see her.
She loved it when her Mommy could see her.
After their secret started, Sarah would do almost anything to show off to her Mother. She would wear very, very casual clothes. Go to bed in only panties. Ask her for help in the bath. When her Mommy bit her lip, she knew she was doing a good job. Sometimes her Mommy would go straight to her and Daddy’s room, and ask Daddy to take her while she had ‘personal time’.
And sometimes she would touch herself in front of Sarah.
Sometimes she would touch Sarah.
Sarah loved being felt by her Mother. She loved feeling her long fingers glide across her soft skin, loved the teasing traces round her chest, down her back. She loved it when she cupped her behind or when she touched her entrance.
But even more, she loved their after school secret.
She rose up the bed to crawl up to her waiting Mother. Sarah was never sure how long Mommy waited, lying in the dark for ‘her baby’ to come home, but her hands and privates were always soaked and sticky, so she assumed it was a while.
Sarah liked to stand bare right in front of her in the dark, allowing her to drink in her small, naked form. She had learned after the first few times to, after a while, turn herself around so her Mother could admire the back of her as well. When Sarah heard wet schlicking behind her it made her cheeks flare and her privates burn.
She used to feel strange, doing it on the same bed Mommy and Daddy slept on. Now she liked to feel the soft silk beneath her feet as she posed for Mommy.
Mommy would say that it ‘turned her on’ when she watched her ‘precious daughter’. At least, that’s what she used to say. It had become so cemented in routine, that initially the pair needed to exchange very few words. But Sarah didn’t need her to say it. She could feel her gaze boring into her soft skin and she loved it.
Early, her Mother used to touch her during the part Sarah called ‘the watching bit’. But soon, she learned that it was much better to savour the view rather than spoil it by rushing their fun. And savour it she did.
Sometimes she would tell Sarah to get into poses. Simple ones. On all fours, sitting on the bed, bent over, you name it. Often she found it better to simply watch her, as it seemed pointless to use these poses so early on, if they were to be used later in their activity.
After a while, when either Sarah or her Mother felt satisfied, they would face each other, Sarah would lean down and kiss her Mommy. As she did, she remembered when Mommy had taught her how to kiss with her tongue. She didn’t practice using her Mommy’s mouth, but the idea was the same.
Arms would wrap around her as they did, her Mother often failed to contain herself longer than this, groping Sarah’s cute butt while they swapped spit and tenderly kissed. Sarah would often lower her hand to one of her Mother’s soft, bare tits and feel it.
Sarah had always thought her Mother was beautiful. She loved her sharp eyes, long, luscious hair. She loved her full shape, her massive and soft chest, her long slender legs, her feet, hands: and of course her beautiful pussy.
Sarah could stare at her Mother’s awe-inspiring entrance for hours. She loved its look, its smell, its taste. And Mommy loved when she looked at, smelled and tasted her too.
They mashed naked skin against one another as they gave into their union more, eyes shut as Mommy moaned into the kiss and Sarah tried to follow suit. The fat milkers pressed into her small stomach as their bodies pressed against themselves. They felt electric as they rubbed against each other. Sarah felt tingly.
They parted with a pwah, followed by laboured panting. Often they would kiss again, but that was longer than most. They simply lay there, and looked into each other’s eyes. Then came the fingers.
As Sarah splayed herself on her Mother, the long fingers danced across her back, trailing along her skin slowly, agonisingly slowly. They could probably feel how she shivered at their touch, or how her back arched at the tracing of her tender hole in her backside. They could definitely feel her shake as they teased the bottom of her lower lips, feeling her daughter’s wetness.
Sarah mewled into her Mother’s collarbone. She could feel her own breath hot on her face as she felt the assaulting fingers rub along her folds, gliding along as if she was rubbing her hair. She felt three, but her legs were so numb it could’ve been four. This was also routine, Mommy fingering her as she buried her face into her chest. Often Sarah would tease her Mommy’s pink nipples on the soft globes while being touched, but it felt so good she had to clutch at her Mother’s back to keep herself in place.
They stayed like this for a while, before stroking fingers tenderly dipped between her folds, began to run deeper inside. Sarah arched her back as fingers brushed her tight opening, still never used (by a man, at least), and shivered with delight at the electric sensation.
Her fleshy pink insides were tense around her Mommy’s finger, elastic skin still not relaxing after all these times. While the other three continued to massage her lower folds (which were yet to spread due to her age) another digit prodded around her tight hole, pushing inside and feeling the smooth skin of her interior.
She began to claw at the soft back and probably left marks. She drooled all over her Mother’s chest, spittle dribbling down between her cleavage as Sarah’s body folds in pleasure. Of course, they do something like this every time, but somehow each time it feels new.
Sarah remembered when Mommy and Daddy had fallen out, over Daddy ‘not filling needs’ or something like that. Daddy mumbled something she couldn’t hear and her Mommy grabbed her hand and stormed off. She took Sarah to a hotel for a week. They rarely left the room.
After feeling her insides with her digit while teasing the moist outside, her Mother slowly draws her hand out of her daughter and runs it along her back, before drawing it towards Sarah’s lips. She parts them. Her tongue rolls round the protrusions, lapping up the sweet taste of her own nethers. She shuts her eyes and savours it. Sarah’s Mother feels a twitch in her aching core.
Sarah likes to taste herself. She prefers tasting her Mommy’s ‘juice’, but she had learned to appreciate her own flavour as well. When Mommy’s fingers had been licked clean, she took them and began to touch herself, shuddering as she let out her first moan from just above Sarah. Sarah leaned up and they kissed again as her Mother used her other had to wrap round Sarah’s tiny lower back to pull her lithe waist closer.
She can feel her Mommy’s long smooth legs against her own, small feet just barely reaching her ankles while her head still rested near her chest. Sarah can feel Mommy’s soft knuckles against her stomach, she can feel it drag against her belly as Mommy touches herself. Adjusting her waist, Sarah takes her own needy pussy and grinds it against her Mommy’s thighs.
…
At the hotel, they would perform their expected ritual, but not when Sarah came from school, she wasn’t taken to school during the week. Instead, she would awake to the feeling of her Mother’s tongue rolling around her insides. She would fall asleep buried between her Mother’s thick thighs. They spent the whole day (and most of the night) naked and sweating, a constant cycle of pleasuring one another.
…
Now, Sarah was idly fingering her Mother’s nipple, the heaving breasts swaying with each jolt from her pussy. Her fingers round her back traced up the soft skin, pushing through dark locks to rest on the small head, before pushing it down towards her bosom.
Sarah latched her lips around the pink nub while continuing to massage the other. Sarah’s Mother moaned, before taking her fingers from her folds and moving them to her daughter’s waist. Sarah felt the slender members pull her body between her Mother’s legs. Catching on, she lowers her own waist down so that their soaked lower lips connect, squelching together in a kiss as both moan deeply.
They move their hips in synchronisation, gyrating themselves so their kissing lips are close as close as possible. Sarah traces teeth along the bundle of nerves- something her Mommy has begged her to do before. Eventually, her Mother slows, then stops. She pulls Sarah’s disappointed mouth away from her tempting tits, before rising to stand on the bed.
This was also something her Mother would occasionally do in their routine, and Sarah always took the opportunity to marvel at her beautiful form, her beautiful face, body, breasts, privates.
…
When they stayed at the hotel, this was more recurring as, even though they did little else than fuck, they still needed to eat, and so her Mother would occasionally rise to get food. When left alone, Sarah dragged her numb body around the room, looking at the untouched extras in the room (towels, tv, chairs) and wonders why her Mommy paid for such a room, if they were not to be used.
…
Now, with her Mother towering before her, Sarah moved onto her knees and looked up at her, something she knew she liked. A hand lowered and tilted her chin up and their eyes locked. Sarah broke the long silence;
“Mommy…”
She noticed a trickle of clear liquid run down her Mother’s thigh. Her mother told her to lie flat and she did. Now, bare body fully splayed for her, the tall woman knelt down again beneath her. She raised up one of her legs with her long fingers, and ran the tiny foot to her face. Sarah could feel her smile against it.
…
Sarah’s Mother returned to the hotel room with a bag with steam wafting from it. Sarah was waiting diligently, sitting naked at the table, confused when her Mommy moved for the bed. She took a tub of spaghetti bolognese and poured it over her chest, dropping some of it onto the bed.
Sarah grinned, and slipped onto the bed alongside her Mother, and with her small hands began to smear sauce and food into her Mother’s tits, before leaning down and beginning to eat off of them.
…
Her long tongue ran along the sole of Sarah’s feet, running along them in a manner so as to completely saturate them. She began to lick the soft toes at the top, and moaned into her feet. At this stage her Mother was now sitting beneath her with her legs running opposite Sarah’s. Sarah watched her bend her knee so that her foot was now around where the child’s waist was. She dragged it over the skin, toes trailing across her thighs before she rested her foot just above Sarah’s underage folds.
She held her breath, waiting for the buzzing feeling to start. Soon, she felt Mommy’s foot at her entrance, her toes teasing the top of her lower lips as she presses her soft foot into her daughter’s pussy.
Sarah clenches her teeth and moans. The foot play was a fairly recent addition to their routine, but it was one of her favourite parts. In turn, she took her own, small foot and traced it down her Mother, pausing on her breasts before taking it lower. Mommy lay back so as to give her unobstructed access to her gorgeous pussy.
…
Her Mother grabbed her sauce covered face with surprising force and made out with Sarah, getting remnants of food and spit in both their mouths. For the latter half of the evening, the pair hardly ate more than that, however food was placed on both Sarah and Mommy’s entrances, and the other would eagerly eat it off of them.
This strange new way of eating food continued into the next day when her Mother came back with pancakes. More importantly, with syrup. That night was the first time they had showered in about three days, but they took that over being stuck together. Because the syrup got everywhere.
Sarah was surprised how much they got out of the bottle. First she ate pancakes draped across her Mother’s stomach, then off of her mound, and she did the same to her. And then her Mommy started pouring syrup all over herself, and over Sarah. They ate it out of each other, they pressed their coated pussies against the other, it got all over not only them, but the bed, the floor.
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Tiny toes teasing, tracing along folds. Sarah pressed the heel of her foot onto the valley between her Mother’s legs, while her toes massaged just under where her throbbing clit was, aching for attention. And thus began the two kneading their feet into the other’s privates, the new attraction being something both parties had adored doing, and done each time since it’s inception.
Mommy used one of her toes to glide between Sarah’s folds, pushing it into the warm and wet depths of her pussy. Sarah mimicked this and did the same, dipping two small toes into the wide pussy, which was probably easier for her due to the lower lips already being quite parted due to their extensive use. Soon they are dragging their slender toes along their insides, curling against the sheets and mewling like kittens.
Sarah was the first to give in, twisting sharply before letting out a scream and letting out small amounts of girl-cum. Mommy had told her it was called ‘Orgasm’ when she had her first. Of course, even though she had touched down there before, Mommy was the one who first coaxed her body to release.
After her daughter’s foot writhed against her, causing more incidental pleasure, her Mother began to move again. Sarah knew that her Mommy took longer to ‘orgasm’, and so wasn’t surprised.
Her Mother crawled up the bed and retook her place at its top, although this time not quite as high, slouched more than sitting along with the head. She traces two fingers along the side of her waiting pussy, and then beckons Sarah towards her. Normally, when Sarah ‘orgasm’s, she knows that between her legs gets really numb, and so her Mommy tends to wait a bit before touching or licking her again.
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Although most of their daily routine (not their after school one, just the regular Mother-Daughter one) was absent during their time at the hotel, Sarah was still made to brush her teeth. While she scrubbed her teeth, her Mother would kneel behind her naked form and press her lips against Sarah’s ass, and grip her legs. Most other schoolgirls don’t know this, but it is hard to brush your teeth with your Mommy’s tongue in your ass.
Both their sleep schedules were completely scrapped, considering they would do it until she fell asleep out of exhaustion. Each morning she woke up to Her Mommy between her legs, or sitting on her, or something like that. She was convinced that she never slept all week, as she has faint memories of waking up to fingers tracing along her insides, and then falling asleep again. Sarah guesses that her Mommy did nothing at night but touch her or herself. But Sarah didn’t mind.
Deep down she liked it.
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Sarah wondered how her Mother was able to control her desires during the day, when she had to pretend she wasn’t thinking of hungrily going down on her daughter at every possible opportunity. She knew that’s all her Mother thought about. While their routine became expected, it also replaced most other unexpected unions they used to take during the day. Were her Mommy to walk in while Sarah was changing, they wouldn’t leave the room for another hour at least.
But this routine seems to content her Mother. She seems satisfied each day, knowing that when she waits in her room, naked and touching herself, that her daughter would soon be home. She would soon walk in, strip down to nothing and throw her clothes away and come into the room with her.
Sarah tentatively lolled out her tongue as it slithered across Mommy’s soaked lips. She breathed deeply, inhaling the heavenly scent of her Mommy’s pussy as she began to french kiss it. She received another low moan in response, and she felt fingers run through her hair, incentivising her to keep going.
She pressed her mouth completely around it, soft lips caressing her mons as she rolled her tongue along her tenderness. Sarah was very good, her Mother told her. She was taught exactly the right way to eat her out, and was rewarded when she did well.
She shut her eyes and flicked her tongue at her clitoris, causing her Mother to throw her head back and moan. The tiny tongue rolled around the wound up bundle of pleasure, edging the woman closer and closer. Sarah could feel the pussy tense around her mouth.
She loved the taste, the smell, the feeling of wetness rolling along her small, soft lips. She felt slender legs wrap around her, trapping most of her upper body, binding her to her duty. But, of course, she didn’t mind. Sarah loved pleasuring Mommy in any way she asked, it made her feel warm inside.
Finally, as the soaked mound twitched around her mouth and her Mother arched from pleasure, she let out a high pitched squeal and began to shiver. The little girl firmly pressed her lips around the squirting slit, dedicated to catch all of the love juice that would soon be spilling into her waiting mouth. The girl gave three, slow, long lips up the flesh, before feeling it tense.
As her Mother let out her clear liquid, Sarah diligently licks up any and all that she provides, gulping down her reward for doing well with pride. Soon, the tidal wave subsided, and both are left laying and panting, sweat dripping off both.
Then her Mother shifted, moved to lie down flat on the bed. She could move much faster after orgasm, much faster than Sarah could recover. Sarah looked down at her expectantly, laboured breathing audible as she tried to catch her breath having drank down her Mother’s nectar. She rubbed down there in anticipation, knowing how their union normally ended.
Her Mother looked across at her with her sharp eyes, again taking in her small form. A smile curled onto her mouth as she took a finger and beckoned her over.
She gulped, and crawled over to her. She moved, facing away from her Mother as she showed her her cute butt, her small thighs, curvy shoulders.
Soon she was positioned over her face, she could feel Mommy’s hot breath on her own tiny pussy. She looked down at her Mother’s sweaty, naked body and shivered once more with pleasure. She could hear the woman beneath her trying to contain herself.
Sarah let out a moan as she brought her legs down, lips instantly wrapping round her little pussy as she struggled to keep herself up. Her Mother’s nose was pressed firmly against Sarah’s tight asshole, deeply inhaling its scent while spearing her entrance with her tongue.
Sarah rode her Mother’s face with fervour, desperate to maximise her pleasure by grinding her waist into the contours of pleasure beneath her. Her toes curled as she dragged her feet across the sheets, small legs draped along the head that was feasting on her own nectar, licking her, tasting her, eating out her daughter.
Teasing her insides with her tongue, Mommy reaches round and gropes Sarah’s small round chest. She pinched her pink nipples and Sarah mewled and arched her back. The young girl’s folds drooled all over the lapping mouth, both girls moaning to each other with the insane pleasure. The room was warm before, but now it felt burning and humid.
Sarah knew they would have to stop. She would need to walk back into the cold hallway and put on her uniform. She would need to eat dinner and go to bed and go to school. But despite all this, she felt light thinking that she was here now. And she would be here again the next day. And the day after.
She wasn’t going to be long. Sarah’s Mother wasn’t surprised when she screamed and came all over her face. She wasn’t surprised when she licked her juices off of her face. She wasn’t surprised when her daughter touched at her mother’s pussy and told her she loved her. And she should’ve been surprised when she touched Sarah’s and told her the same.
They went about the rest of their day as usual, perfectly ordinary, with a few additional glances in between, just to remind them of their secret. That night, when Sarah was putting on her pyjamas, her Mother appeared in her doorway. Sarah bit her lip and hoped, and was overjoyed when her Mommy came in and stripped herself of her clothes, Sarah stripped herself of hers.
With this, a new routine was born.
And it wasn’t the last.