Sadie stood from her chair and carried the empty plate and glass into the kitchen. There were a few salty chips still on the plate, and a drop of orange juice in the cup. 3pm in the afternoon was as good a time as any for a snack, though she knew dinner wasn't far away.
Skipping lunch was unplanned. Her best and oldest friend Vivi picked her up to go shopping that morning and they stayed out until just a half hour ago. Sadie loved her friend, and never said no to hanging out.
Sadie's bare feet shuffled through the open living room past white sofas and chairs, across the mint colored rug. The girl was 20, slender, with bouncy dirty blonde hair in a ponytail.
Despite being the shortest in the house, she still walked confident, self-assured. She trod through to the kitchen and placed the plate and cup into the sink. In leaning against the counter, the front of her shirt soaked up the water that sat on the edge. She cursed. "Fucking sink! Every time."
The wet patch of the brand new ruffled-bottom white shirt she bought not two hours ago repeatedly touched near her belly button. Her hand slipped up underneath it to shield herself from the cold of it. Her pinky finger lay on the fabric of the thin, tight black comfy pants she wore.
"Hey you," her mother Grace said, padding through the kitchen towards the sink. "Got yourself all wet again?" she asked, side-eyeing the wet patch of fabric as she went by.
"Yes.." Sadie replied disappointedly. Her mother reached down and took one of the leftover salty chips and crunched into it, absent-mindedly leaning with her back against the counter to look down at her daughter's wet shirt.
"That's a big spot," Grace said through a grimace, "this sink needs to go..OH!" the older woman exclaimed, holding her back as if she'd pulled a muscle. "Damn it," she said, smiling at Sadie and beginning to laugh. "This stupid sink!" They both smiled and laughed together, Grace yelped again as her cold black tshirt touched the small of her back. She turned, facing away from her daughter.
"Is it bad??" she asked. Grace's soft white shorts highlighted the woman's athletic build. She'd been out of recreational soccer for about three years from an injury, so a little marbling of fat caused her legs to wobble playfully.
"Dude, mom, you got like way less than I did." They stood for a moment comparing the sizes of the water marks and laughing, Sadie jutting her hips forward and pulling her shirt lower, and Grace attempting to pull her shirt's wet spot to the front.
"Hey, I just noticed, new shirt?" Grace mused, turning and fingering the fabric below where it was wet. "Yeah, there's a tank top too, I just wanted to try this one on first." Sadie reached over and tugged at the bottom of her mom's shirt to help keep the cold water away from her skin.
"Oh thank you.." her mom said, leaning her head back in relief. Both women had the same blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, perhaps an unconscious decision on Sadie's part that showed her love and admiration for her mom. "We should probably change. Will you show me the other shirt, hun?" Grace asked.
The black shirt held firm against the front of the taller woman's body wasn't uncomfortable, at least the front wasn't wet, but definitely made the woman feel exposed in some kind of way. Her midriff was showing, the light but firm tugging felt good.
"Yeah, for sure," Sadie answered, "after you." Grace nodded and walked from the kitchen with her daughter holding on to her shirt in tail, leaving them wondering if one was leading the other.
After traversing the living room, in front of the stairs, Sadie pulled hard on her mother's shirt and let it snap forward so it stuck to the woman's back, throwing a cold shock up her spine. "AH!!", she yelled, and spun around smiling vengefully. "Get up those stairs, you little stinker!" Grace smacked Sadie's butt as she passed by, and Sadie began to laugh and run up the stairs, cackling maniacally before reaching the top. "Ahh.." Grace sighed uncomfortably, trying once again to pull the wet side of her shirt to the front.
At the top of the stairs to the right was Sadie's room. She walked in and pushed the door, it didn't fully close behind her. She tore off the white shirt, throwing it on top of her dirty clothes basket, and took a step towards the shopping bag on the floor by her closet. A light gray tank top with the tag still on it came out and she pulled it on. Her small breasts jiggled as she struggled with it.
At the end of the hall, Grace's shirt got torn off just as she crossed the threshold of her room. She left the door open, as her closet was secluded in a separate alcove to the left.
One wouldn't realize that a person needs significant upper body strength to play soccer, but it helps to transfer energy from the swinging arms and torso to the legs while running. And that is why, after she pulled off the shirt, Grace's arm muscles tweaked while rummaging around in a fabric basket for a nice dry shirt to put on.
Finally she found a low cut, thin maroon t-shirt with three small buttons at the front and slipped it on. It was tight against her skin, and easily let her body move underneath it. She left one of the buttons undone, liking to not be too buttoned up.
"Alright you, show me this other shirt." Grace said as she lightly knocked while tentatively opening the door to Sadie's room. She craned her neck to see if it was ok to enter.
"Come in," Sadie said, turning away from her mirror on her toes and sunk back down onto her heels, holding her arms out to show off the new gray top. The water from the kitchen left her a little colder, and the air conditioning was working hard on the top floor, so her nipples poked at the fabric.
"This is for just around the house, or if it's like rainy and I want to be lazy that day. It's cotton and feels really nice on my skin." Her fingers ran over the shirt where the wet spot had been on her other shirt. Grace strode up and ran her fingers over the fabric too, from Sadie's shoulder blade to the bottom of the shirt.
"Oh, it's super soft, and the fit is nice." Grace continued absent-mindedly caressing her daughter's back, while looking at the seams and the stitching.
"Very well made too.." She let her hand fall to her side.
"This other one is only a little more coarse fabric, but still soft enough. They stopped making uncomfortable clothes about thirty years ago," she said, striding towards the dirty clothes hamper.
She picked up the lightly soaked shirt, accidentally grabbing a pair of short shorts she'd never seen before. Grace tossed the white shirt under her arm.
"What are these?" she asked, turning around to hold the jeans shorts up in front of Sadie with a quizzical look on her face.
"Oh God, those are nothing, I think Vivi left them here, she spilled something on them. Really, it's nothing," Sadie tried to take them to put them back in the hamper.
"Your friend was wearing these here?" Grace asked, holding them up out of Sadie's grasp. "I'd have remembered that.. they don't have a stain on them."
Sadie groaned as she reached for them, annoyed at her mom. She began to jump to get her hands on the shorts, breasts bouncing under the tank top. "Mom..UGH!" she said, exasperated. Grace laughed.
"Oh, you want these badly, huh?" She stood even taller, arching her back to keep the shorts even farther behind her back. Sadie now was jumping up and down against her mother who was backed up against the wall smiling. "Come on, jump higher," she teased.
"You'll have to work harder than that to get them. Tell you what," Grace said while pushing her daughter away. The shorts came down to Sadie's face height. She swiped at them, but her mother pulled them close to her face at the last second and sniffed the jeans fabric. They smelled of Sadie, but, then, they had been in her dirty clothes. Inconclusive.
"That friend of yours is a couple sizes bigger than you in the waist. Let's see how big these are." Sadie took a step forward in protest but stopped and put up two hands to give up and let her mom do what she wanted.
The older woman pulled out the tag and read it. Sure enough, Sadie was right, they were Vivi's. A few sizes bigger. "This is just leading to more and more questions," Grace noted in a playful voice. Then Sadie's eyes widened after hearing her mother say "I think I'll try these on."
"MOM!" she yelled, holding her palms over her eyes and sitting on the edge of the bed. "This is ridiculous." She keeled over in embarrassment.
"No it is not, you're being ridiculous. Vivi and I are almost the same size, this is luck, I kinda like these."
Then Sadie squeezed her palms closer over her eyes as her mother dropped her white shorts to the ground and began to squeeze into the jeans shorts.
The woman had on white boy-short underwear. It would show out the bottom of the shorts, but what better way to make her daughter squirm uncomfortably.
Finally, the shorts were on, and they did fit over Grace's butt cheeks. As expected though, they left a substantial amount of white underwear showing on the part of her ass cheeks that were left exposed. "Oh these are soo nice," she said laughing.
"UGH" Sadie fell back flat on the bed and wished it were over.
The tight jeans fabric pulled at Grace's skin and hair under the boy-shorts at the front where the zipper sat open still.
"Oh wow," the woman said playfully as she went to the mirror. These were actually really flattering shorts, despite what Grace expected which was oversexualized and uncomfortable.
"Maybe I'll hide these after all." She began to reach her hands back into the back of the shorts, hiking up the white underwear to the inside of her crack, revealing the skin of her ass cheeks. "Vivi has great taste, these could come in handy picking up guys at the club."
Sadie sat straight upright at the comment and exclaimed quickly, "Be serious! You don't go out! You look ridic.." she paused, "this is so stupid. Take them off and put them back where you found them."
"Uh oh," Grace said teasingly, "is somebody uncomfortable with their sexy mommy?" She walked over to the bed, laughing at Sadie on the bed and turned away from her, showing off her scantily clad backside.
"Look at your future, sweety, you're going to look like this one day. Things could be worse."
Sadie's heart began to race, her face flushed. Then she stood and tried walking around her mother. Only the woman didn't let her. The skimpy shorts had begun to ride up, so Grace reached down to pull the fabric out from her crotch. "OPE," Grace stood wide-eyed, looking at her two fingers. "I think your shirt got these a little wet."
Now beyond horrified, Sadie began to tear the shorts off her mother, tugging at them at every corner and seem. The fabric made the older woman's ass shake, and only pushed the bridge of fabric in the crotch to ride up further somehow. Grace grabbed her daughter by the shoulders as realization set in. Sadie and Vivi were having sex.
Sadie's body was tense as can be, her nipples fully hard and showing clearly in the form fitting shirt. Both women's breathing was ragged and shallow as Grace roughly handled her daughter with strong arms and hands to get her to focus.
"You and Vivi.." she looked deeply into her daughter's eyes. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea. I've been teasing you, I feel terrible." Grace pulled Sadie into a deep hug, their chests pressed together, heat trapped between them.
Sadie remained tense in her mom's embrace, but slowly began to understand that her mom was ok with her and Vivi. She let her shoulders relax. Her arms closed into a hug, she lay her face on her mom's chest, and the two stood there for a moment before anyone spoke again.
Grace kissed the top of her daughters' head, and laid her cheek on top of it while they embraced, rocking back and forth in a comforting way. The woman glimpsed her daughters' bed, where a wet mark on the bed was visible, made just a moment ago. This realization was more difficult to understand, it meant her daughter was hot for another reason, not only from earlier with Vivi.
Throughout their lives, both women were no stranger to affection, they hugged often, kissed on the cheek, things of that nature. The aggressive smack on the butt from earlier didn't put up alert signals in Grace's mind, having spent a lot of time doing the same thing platonically with friends on her team. It did feel different, now that she thought about it, to have smacked her daughter's ass so playfully.
As they rocked back and forth, Grace began to rub her daughter's back. "You know, we've been through some hard times together, and I will always be there for you. This doesn't change anything. I love you, and there is nothing you can do that can change that."
Sadie smiled up into her mom's sunny, happy face, and knew she meant it. "Thank you, I love you too." She placed her cheek to her mother's chest again. They stood holding one another.
"You know, they do fit you nicely." Sadie said, glancing sideways down at her mom's butt.
"Oh yeah?" Grace said, looking over her shoulder.
"Wait, you don't even have them zipped up all the way." She lowered her hands from her mother's midsection and began to pull at the zipper, trying to close it.
"Oh," Grace mumbled with interest. "Guess I forgot." She watched as the shorts were tugged at, the zipper handled roughly. Sadie's knuckles grazed her mom behind the zipper.
"Let me try holding the bottom of them." With a firm hold on the crotch, she let Sadie pull up hard on the zipper. It didn't budge. The tiny fabric holding the crotch together jammed against her clit.
"Keep going, I think it's working," Grace said breathlessly. Sadie knew that was a lie, and started pressing the fabric behind that zipper into her mother's clit.
The bigger woman's ass wiggled as her daughter pulled hard at the zipper. She stared into Sadie's eyes as the pulling continued. Sadie took a deep breath and made hard eye contact with her mother, then slipped her finger back behind the zipper.
Grace's eyes widened, heart started beating fast, her breathing hitched too. She gently placed a hand on her daughter's forearm, and used her other hand to caress Sadie's hair and face.
"Yes, good girl. Harder."
Sadie, who was tense a moment ago, now appeared to relax. "I wasn't sure if you were going to be upset with me if I did this."
Her mother, whose breasts heaved at the same height as Sadie's mouth and mere inches away, only smiled thoughtfully. "I'll repeat what I said, nothing you can do will change how much I love you."
And with that, Sadie pulled aside her mother's underwear and began to push her finger down and in between her hot, juicy pussy lips.
Grace hissed as her daughter's finger dragged in and out between her legs. Sadie was decent at it, she made gentle circles, pressing the lips against her mother's inner thighs.
"Oh my God," her mother whispered, and looked back down into Sadie's beautiful eyes.
The woman wrapped a hand around the back of Sadie's head and pulled her close for a kiss. Their lips touched. Sadie could taste the saltyness of the chip her mother took from her plate earlier.
Grace parted her lips first and pushed a tongue into Sadie's mouth. Sadie moaned and pulled her finger out from between her moms legs to tear at the jeans shorts, getting them to the floor only a little struggle. Her mother's thighs were the only things working against her this time.
Now Sadie eagerly placed her finger back and started sliding a finger along the wet slit once again. With her thumb flat against her hand, she let it push against her mother's clit.
By now Grace was fully in flower, her nipples perked prominently under the fabric of her shirt.
Lips entwined, both began to explore the others' mouth. Their tongues flowed around one another. Once, Sadie sucked Grace's tongue in and out of her mouth.
Together they made tiny pining sounds as Sadie worked her finger ever faster over her mother's lips, grinding the round base of her pointer finger into that clit.
Grace was the first to pull away from their kissing to slowly pull her shirt up to reveal her breasts, which sagged.
She'd had Sadie at 24, so she was not as old as some of the other mothers out there. Still, time did its thing. Her nipples came to points at the tips of her pale, freckled breasts. Sadie thought this was the most beautiful sight she'd ever witnessed.
Grace took her daughter's chin in one hand, opened her mouth with a thumb, and pulled her close. Sadie immediately took a nipple onto her mouth and began to draw her tongue over the sensitive tissue there.
Her mother answered with a sharp draw of air in through her teeth.
About this time Grace began to subconsciously buck her hips against Sadie's fingering.
"If I knew you were into women we could have been talking about your girlfriends.." Grace and Sadie's father were estranged for the last ten years. He was known to stay away on work holidays, and over the years Grace learned to handle it, the bitterness subsided eventually, and she turned to her team sports for friendship. It was somewhat lonely still.
"Mm. Mmhm." Sadie sighed in agreement, her finger buried deep in her mom. She released the breast from her lips' embrace and asked, "Will this give you a hickie on your tits?"
Grace laughed, rubbing the small of her daughters back. "No, I don't think so."
Sadie latched back on and started sucking a lot harder on it.
"Oh!" Grace jumped, but didn't stop her. "Bad girl," she said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
The woman's fingers dropped from Sadie's back, to slip under the thin black fabric of her pants, tracing the top of her ass cheeks, and began tugging them down. The girl squealed through her nose. Both smiled, happily enjoying the moment.
As soon as they were lowered past Sadie's pussy, Grace's fingers switched to tracing along the bottom of the ass cheeks, up the hips, along the flat stomach, then began moving lower and lower, until they met her daughters' clit. The mark on the bed was definitely from her, because her pussy was wide open and slippery to the touch.
Grace didn't wear fake nails, hers were on the longer side with lots of clear polish. They easily slipped down to comfortably move along the folds of Sadie's pussy lips.
The girl let out a low moan through her mouth which Grace felt in her nipple. She grabbed her daughters head and shoved it harder into her chest.
"That feels so fucking good when you moan into me," she said.
Sadie smiled. Her unused hand wrapped around and began to fondle the hefty ass cheek on her mother's left side. It got pulled to one side, stretching out her vagina. Then she let it fall roughly back into place and traced her hand up to massage her opposite breast.
Grace made a sound she never expected to make in front of Sadie. She breathed in and then let out a tiny squeak. It didn't fit her gruff persona. Her daughter giggled.
"Don't you laugh," she took her finger away of her daughters' pussy and firmly smacked her ass. Then gripped her daughters hair, encouraging her to keep going, briefly ignoring the girls' pleasure as punishment.
The feeling inside of her surged from the tongue lapping at her nipple, and her daughters' palm battering her bean. Not wanting it to end that soon, she pulled Sadie off of her tit, and pushed the girl onto the bed. Sadie loved the dominant side of her mother.
She gripped Sadie's legs and pulled them into the air, then peeled off the black leggings she wore. As soon as they were off, Sadie bent her knees and splayed out her legs, presenting herself.
The woman stared her daughter down, tore Vivi's shorts the rest of the way off, took her own shirt off too. She threw them to the side, got onto the bed, and straddled her daughter. Their dripping pussies made sticky sounds as she ground herself on Sadie. "Oh fuck, mommy," she cried.
"What, baby? Vivi never did this to you?"
Sadie sheepishly and silently shook her head no. Then her eyes went wide. One of her feet began to shake.
"Thaaat's it, Sadie, come on, yeah, feel it." Grace ground down the exact same way, holding the rhythm.
"UGH," Sadie groaned under bated breath. Her legs drooped, the rest of her body relaxed.
"That was incredible." Sadie didn't want her mother to know Vivi had fingered her at most. In fact, earlier that day after shopping was only the second time.
This time, she didn't have any expectations about cumming together, but still felt bad. Like telepathy, her mother could tell what she was thinking.
"Oh well thank you, cutie," she answered back, poking her daughters' nose. "But you're not done yet, if you're up for it."
A few seconds were needed to let that sink in. "Oh! Yes!" She smiled big, wondering what her mother would do.
"Good," Grace said in a gravelly tone. She grabbed Sadie's legs and pulled her so she lay flat, her head hung off the bed. Then the woman stood and stooped to place a kiss on those young lips. They instantly locked onto one another, Sadie did know how to kiss, she didn't need help with that at least. After a few seconds of furious tongue tag, Grace went to stand. Sadie's teeth grabbed her mother's bottom lip and gently tugged at it as she rose. She coolly let it go, both women smiling mischievously.
Toned legs stepped forward onto either side of the girl's face, in a position that allowed a beautiful view of Sadie's body sprawled on the tussled comforter. Grace reached around to grab her daughter's ponytail while crouching over Sadie's mouth. She pulled the hair up in between her ass cheeks to pin the girl's face against her pussy, then began to push her hips back and forth.
Sadie couldn't talk but was loving how it felt to be used. When her mother started grabbing at her tits, she could swear she'd be horny again. The bed began to make sounds against the wall.
Sadie decided it was easier to stick her tongue out flat against her chin and shake her head. Something people also figured out on their own or been taught by others. The very second she started, her mother let out sounds of pleasure.
"That's soooo good baby, yes." Instinctively Grace, who already had a hand all over Sadie's tits, lifted her palm and smacked one of them. Her daughter squealed under her. She loved that sound so much she kept hitting her, and kept hitting her.
"This ends when I say it ends, girl, keep going," a worried and clearly caught off guard Sadie reacted to this comment but hurriedly stepped up the pace, even bending her knees and pushing her hips up to gain some kind of leverage against her mother.
"You don't get to stop, you're going to be there forever if you don't step up the pace, get going!" She reached up and leaned forward to spank Sadie again.
That was finally doing it, Grace's big, round, hard as rocks nipples revealed she loved engaging this bdsm side of her.
One of her eyes closed tightly, it was the first of a cascade. Her toes curled and her jaw locked, teeth bared. Her hands eased slowly into a firmer grip against Sadie's hair, pulling up ever harder. Sadie likely couldn't breathe just at that moment, and in fact, was sputtering in between the woman's jiggling thighs.
Grace's free hand bent down to grab the back of Sadie's neck.
She could feel her ass cheeks brush each other every time she pushed her hips to grind hard against Sadie's tongue. Then her whole body froze, neck craned back at an unholy angle.
Slowly, she came back to the world, letting Sadie's face off of her. The girl gasped.
They both breathed hard, Sadie a lot harder, and faster. Her breathe hot on her mother's pussy.. Slowly Grace backed off of Sadie and stood watching her daughter sprawled on the bed.
"Oh my fucking God." she exclaimed, drawing her hands up her body, one of them cupped a breast and smeared it like butter as the hand continued its ascent. Eventually she stood with feet apart, hands on her head as athletes do when out of breath. It was difficult to soak in the feelings she was experiencing.
Sadie slowly sat up, moving her tongue around, mouth dry. Her nose caught the scent of what she now knew was the sweaty and sweet aroma of her mother. Natural body odor mixed with a floral and fruity perfume. Pears? She never asked. The scent was familiar from in the car after games, never in this context.
Grace now stood with body buzzing and mixed emotions waiting for Sadie to speak, unsure how all of what she had just done was affecting her daughter.
To her surprise Sadie turned and hopped up off the bed, running into her arms.
"That was insane. I think I peed a little from excitement, the way you touched me. It was so good."
"Oh thank God. I was worried I went too far!"
"No way," Sadie said still in a breathy tone. One of her breasts was tingling from her mother's firm hand. It excited her enough she was contemplating telling Vivi to try it on her next time they met.
Grace lifted a finger and began to wipe her daughter's face dry.
"Maybe next time don't hit me with a wet shirt," the woman said playfully, sticking her finger in Sadie's side. The girl scrunched up from the poke, laughing, and the two basked together in their new world tightly wrapped in one another's arms.
** This could have been one post instead of two, lessons learned. I intend to continue with these characters, stay tuned.**