3 Ağustos 2021

The Bad Girls

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The Bad GirlsI watched from the kitchen window, my 16 year old little girl sitting between to older girls on the bench seat of the old Chevy Impala coupe. The older girls were groping my little girl. Her jersey was moving up as one of the older girls fondled and sucked a breast the other girl probably had her hand down my little girls shorts. The girl driving got out she wore torn jeans a t shirt with military boots. A large tattoo on her shoulder. Her brown hair cut short. She walked my little girl up to the front door for one last kiss. I watched as the girl, hell, woman got back in the car and drove off.My little girl, Susan, walked in shouting in the hallway. “MOM I’M HOME. GONNA HAVE A SHOWER AND GOING TO BED” I sat in the dark a single mother in her early thirties a teachers assistant relying on family support to pay the bills. I was a very attractive woman who enjoyed buying sexy clothes from op shops. Men had treated me badly in the passed so I didn’t date. I had become increasingly sexually frustrated. At the girls school I would help the older girls with their studies in the sciences. The next day my daughter asked if she could go on a date. “Sure who is the boy” I asked. ” Home by 10″ “Mom it’s Friday we want to go out dinner and a movie. It’s not a boy. You saw Samantha and Christine last night. Christine asked me out. I am going to wear the white dress with the white heels we got at Restore. “”Okay but I come as chaperone” I stipulated.”Awe Mom. ” “Tell her it’s the only way your going out”Well Susan text Christine and the reply came back. “Okay Samantha likes your Mom”. Susan laughed and said it was a go for 8pm tonight. canlı bahis Later that night Susan showered and got herself all pretty for her date the white dress was tight and hugged her ripe lithe young body. Her long black hair and olive skin made the white pop. She looked twenty plus. Hot. Fuck me. Not to be out done, I dressed in a little black dress with a low neckline showing some cleavage and the just above the knee hem and flat sole shoes meant I would not tower over any one.The black chevy rumbled up the driveway. Susan ran out the door and hopped in the front as the two 20year old bad girls wore ripped jeans and tight t-shirts, boots. Tattoos on there muscular broad shoulders. Samantha stood at the passenger door holding the seat so I could climb in the back. Her hand went under my dress and caressed my ass. No one had done that in a long time. We drove in to town parked in the midtown underground carpark and made our way to the Civic theatre. The movie was Italian R18 about a mature woman caught stealing who ends up being a sex slave to her female boss. In one scene the mature woman wears a belt with hoops on it that restricts arm movement to holding a tray. She must watch a tv screen showing her boss fucking her from behind. The screen shows the dildo going in and out of her cunt. I squirmed in my seat as Samantha put her hand between my legs. I turned to see my little girl legs spread slid down in the seat, the dress up around her hips, getting finger fucked by Christine. I turned back as I felt the shoulder strap of dress come off my shoulder and a mouth clamp on to my nipple.When the movie finished and the credits bahis siteleri started to roll. We scrambled to look respectable. “You girls should find a room” a familiar male voice behind me uttered. I turned around to reply and it was an old man I had dated years ago. He smiled as he cupped the breast of the young woman he was with. “Michelle swings both ways. She was a student of yours a few years back””Hi Mrs Andretti. Guys” said Michelle as she recognised Samantha and Christine.” Let’s go Harry”In the car park Samantha pinned me against a wall. “Mrs Andretti.” Her hand between my legs, moved to the top of my panties, down her finger found my clit, moved lower and rested on my dripping wet pussy. “Did you like the movie” she removed her hand smelled her finger put it in my stunned mouth.” I think you did. Suck it” she commanded. I tasted my familiar pussy juices. Two young women walked passed as her hand went back in my panties. My dress was around my hips as fingers wandered down passed my clit and penetrated my pussy lips. Her thumb on my protruding clit. “Was that Mrs Andretti ” I heard one lady say. I felt my face and body turn red with shame. A loud moan could be heard as I came juices running down my leg. I realised it was me. The Chevy pulled along side. “Take the dress off ” Samantha said. She unzipped the back and it fell to the ground. I stood in my corset and suspender belt and stockings. My bare tits with hard nipples. My neatly trimmed pubic strip and pussy still dribbling juices. I stood in a puddle of my making. In the car I saw my daughters head between Christine’s legs as she sat in the drivers seat. bahis şirketleri I hopped in the back quickly as young men could be heard approaching. Samantha shoved me in the back I landed on my face, ass in the air. I stayed in that position as I felt a tongue licking my asshole and pussy. The car travelled for sometime while I came again and again. The release of sexual frustration freeing my mind. That night Samantha and I were in my room and Christine and Susan were in her room. The next morning I woke to Samantha standing in front of my open wardrobe tossing clothes in to two piles. In one pile clothes I had bought but never been brave enough to wear the other my go to normal mature parent like clothes.”We will shower then you will put these on” Samantha held up a little red pile of leather strips held together by metal rivets in the other hand a pair of red stilettos. In the shower I got on knees and licked her hairy sweaty smelly pussy until she had enough. We dressed and went down for breakfast. Christine and Samantha wore fresh t-shirts. Susan looked at me stunned. The little strips of fabric had a few panels large enough to cover my nipples and nether regions. “Mom you look amazing! Sexy” I looked at my daughter who wore a white lacy dress the lattice pattern of circles and swirls which did not conceal much. However she wore a white thong that covered her pussy. Unlike me who had tried to wear red underwear I had been disciplined with a paddle, and stripped of my underwear. Samantha put my hand on the crotch of her loose fitting jeans underneath I felt a phallus of large proportions. “Going to break you in Alison” she whispered. Her finger pressed against my anus. I wiggled my butt against her finger feeling it probe.”Naughty slut.” “Yes Sam I am.” I say in a sultry voice. Christine and Susan left, the car could be heard rumbling down the road.

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