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 Shiny and Sexy by HotJen (C) 2015

   I licked my lips at the vision that was being proudly displayed for my
viewing pleasure.  She was a tall, small-waisted redhead, perfect perky
tits and mesmerizing green eyes and all of that was encased in a shiny,
silver latex bodysuit.

   My name is Lee Anne van Koert and I am 32 years of age.  I stand 5'9"
tall and I am a woman of mixed race.  I have been told I am very beautiful
and I don't mind using my good looks to get what I want, as did my mother
before me.  Only recently have I come to accept my little - fetishes - and
come to the realization that they are part and parcel of who I am.  While I
do enjoy the company of men, one such realization was that I prefer the
company of women much more.  I especially enjoy young women, those in their
early teens.  They are much more - pliable, I guess you would say.  They
are willing to try new things as they explore their burgeoning sexuality.
They are far more open to experimentation.

   Another of my little quirks was a recent discovery that I like shiny
things, almost as if I am a mockingbird reincarnated in human form. 
Leather and PVC and latex - oh yesss, especially latex, which fits a girl
so well and makes me drool.  A pretty little girl in something tight and
shiny will always get my kitty purring.  Add a pair of high heels or sexy
boots to the mix and I'm going to be a horny little slut for hours on end.

   I discovered my particular fetishes a few years ago.  I had been through
a nasty breakup with a paramour that had shattered me.  I was very
distraught and a dear friend was determined to snap me out of my
melancholy. Wisely, she didn't try and tell me to cheer up.  I had been
very much in love with this man (or so I thought) and I needed time to
mourn the loss.  What I didn't need was to wallow in my misery and my
friend sensed that is what I was doing.  My family all live in New Orleans
and the holidays were soon to be upon us.  Felecia took charge of my
recovery by inviting me to spend the holidays with her and her lovely
daughter, Gwen.  As they are almost a second family to me, I accepted.  It
wasn't a difficult decision, fifteen-year old Gwen is my goddaughter and I
have always found it hard to refuse her anything.

   "We'll make it a girl's only holiday," Felecia bubbled over the
telephone.  "We'll eat food we shouldn't, drink too much and wear fabulous
clothing that would make the men in our lives eat their hearts out, if
there were any," she laughed.  I marveled at my friend's composure, as she
had been without a man in her life even longer than I.  I wondered how she
did it and asked her that question on several occasions.  She always
deflected it as if it was something she didn't want to answer or, at the
very least, want me to know.  Perhaps with our little festive time ahead of
us, I would discover the answers.  I hoped that I would, because my work as
an author was suffering.  In my misery, I had writer's block and my
publishers were not happy that I had blown my share of deadlines.

   I offered to help Felecia with the preparation of our holiday feast, but
she declined.  "The next few days are all about spoiling you," she
insisted. "Show up around lunchtime, expect to be spoiled and pampered and
put all the bad times behind you."

   I hoped that would be possible.  I had planned a naughty weekend for my
lover and myself that would culminate in a New Year's Eve bacchanal the
likes of which he would never have imagined.  I doubted that the little
slut he left me for would have been able to comprehend, let alone
visualize, the ecstasies to which I had planned to subject him to.  Once I
found a new lover, I schemed to share that experience and hope that the
news would get back to my ex.  I wanted him to learn of the erotic, fucking
hot time he had missed out on.  I would have fucked him within an inch of
his life and it would have been bliss for the both of us.  I gritted my
teeth and promised myself to stop trying to fixate on something that would
not take place.  I needed to live in the here and now.  One thing I had to
do was find something special for my friend and her daughter for the
holidays.  As the three of us are all women who adore being "girls", I knew
what the answer was - shoes.  I would purchase for them shoes that were
extremely sexy and shiny and with stiletto heels, shoes that would turn
heads when worn.  Even at her young age, Gwen was a perfect blend of
innocent and sexy.  She had a lot of admirers and I was certain that
Felecia would not mind me spoiling her daughter and herself with some sexy
footwear.  Sliding into the tightest pair of leather pants I currently
owned, I got dressed for an excursion.  I realized that it was the first
time in several weeks that I was happy about going out.  Of course I was!
What woman doesn't love to go shopping for sexy high heels?

   I ended up spending a bit too much money and bought more than I should
have, although I decided it was okay.  I needed the lift to my spirits and
my last two erotic novels had sold well.  I have a very erotic imagination
and my sexy female detective seems to have caught on, especially with women
of varying ages.  I also have lots of men reading my works.  My male
readers like her sexy, long-legged brunette body and the women are in tune
with her bold attitude and how competent she is.  Of course, quite a few of
them like her sex appeal as well, I am not oblivious to that.  When my
first novel started to sell out, my publishers reissued it with a sexy new
cover.  The model they chose was the very embodiment of my character and I
was quite pleased.  In fact, I asked to meet her, although that has yet to
happen.

   While I was still trying to get over the end of my relationship, I
didn't indulge in empty calories or guzzle wine by the gallon.  I worked
hard for my 34B-25-37 body and I intended to keep it the way that I had
sculpted it.  My only bad habit for a time had been a return to smoking,
which I had already ceased to do at this point.  The only other vice I
could turn to was sex, but hadn't that got me into this state of despair in
the first place?

   Determined not to be a burden on my loved ones, I arrived at Felecia's
spacious home at the appointed time.  I wanted to indulge myself and see if
I could break out of this funk.  I made a silent promise that I would go
along with everything Felecia and Gwen planned for out get-together.  I
needed to have some fun and those two would easily be able to lift my
spirits.

   My spirits were lifted the instant Felecia opened the front door and
greeted me with a huge hug.  My bestie was wearing a skin-tight black dress
and heels, something we both favor.  It clung to every fabulous curve of
her body and believe me; all of her curves are fabulous.  Gwen ran into the
room and hugged the stuffing out of me, showcasing a figure she had not
possessed the last time that I had seen her.  "Quite the change, huh?"
Felecia nudged me as my godchild ran off to fetch us some drinks.

   "I'll say!" I exclaimed as I watched Gwen's lissome young form pouring
us Margaritas.  "When did all of this happen?"

   "I had an all-over growth spurt just after I turned 15!" Gwenny smiled
as she returned with - three - drinks for us?  Felecia nodded to let me
know that it was okay, as it was a special holiday occasion.  "I guess that
I'm a late bloomer, right auntie L?"

   I nodded and gave Gwen a broad smile.  She was in a gauzy white blouse
and a skirt far shorter than any I had ever seen her wear.  It was black,
shiny and I now know, made of latex.  With the changes in her, she was now
almost as tall as her mother or I and was quite a fetching sight.  I told
her that she could call me Lee Ann, which got a shake of her head.  "You've
always been my favorite person, right after mom," Gwen insisted.  "I
wouldn't feel right calling you by your first name.  I don't call mom
`Felecia', do I, mommy?"

   "No, you call me ..." Felecia started to say and then, she stopped. 
Evidently, there was something you had nearly leaked and caught herself. 
My friend always had her secrets and although it shouldn't have, it
sometimes annoyed me.  I hoped this little gathering would bring some of
them to light.

   "I came bearing gifts," I smiled as I held out two large shopping bags.
"You may open them now or ..." I didn't finish the sentence, as I had
correctly assumed I wouldn't.  I knew my girls both loved presents and they
were already eagerly delving into the bags to see what Lee Ann had brought
them.

   I got a squeal from Gwenny and a huge hug from Felecia.  "Oh baby, these
are so decadent, they're almost naughty," Felecia grinned happily.  "You
shouldn't have, but I'm so glad that you did!"

   "Me too, me too!" Gwen chirped happily.  "I've always wanted a pair of
`fuck me' shoes and now, I have two!" I was a bit taken aback at Gwen's
terminology, but I supposed that she was now 15 and nearly an adult.  For
the most part, she certainly was built like one.  If she wore either pair
of her new heels with an outfit like the one she was now wearing, the boys
in her classes at school would be following her around like a pack of dogs.

   We spent the afternoon drinking and eating foods I shouldn't have eaten.
Felecia and Gwen were delightful companions and I was in a much better mood
as we partied through the afternoon.  In fact, I overdid it and knew if I
was going to make it through the evening, I would need a nap.  My hostesses
understood and Gwen helped me up the stairs.  I still could not get over
the changes in her, how lovely she had become and with a figure to rival
her mom's, which was no mean feat.  Once Gwen was sure that I was secure in
my room, she went back downstairs.  I was out like a light for a good hour
or two, although I did waken a few times.  I heard a lot of giggling from
Gwen and Felecia downstairs and decided I'd find out what was so funny when
I had a bit more rest.  I nodded off for a little while longer and when I
woke up, I made my way downstairs to see what all the laughter had been
about.

   "Well, look who finally dragged her ass out of bed," Felecia smiled at
me as Gwen brought me a glass of wine.  "We were starting to think we'd
have to crank up the music so you'd wake up," she said, nodding to Gwen
that she could also have a drink.

   "No, I'm up, I'm up," I told my friend.  "I was up briefly a while ago;
I heard the two of you giggling down here.  Just what was so funny that it
had you two in hysterics?"

   "Should we tell her?" Gwen turned to her mom.

   "Why don't we show her?" Felecia purred as she pulled her daughter close
and kissed her.  I was stopped in my tracks, further stunned when Gwenny's
hands reached up to cup her mother's magnificent breasts.  The two women I
adored were lovers - incestuous lovers at that!

   When they parted, Gwen came over and sat on my lap.  "Mommy and I have
always had a very open and honest relationship, Auntie Lee," she smiled as
she wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled in.  "Last year, we
started talking about sex - a lot.  It became obvious to the both of us
that we had similar tastes - including a yen for other women and kinky
fetish wear!" She told me before her agile little tongue snaked into my
mouth.  I was taken aback and thought perhaps this was some strange
practical joke.  It wasn't, if the wide smile Felecia wore was any
indication.

   I shouldn't have been feeling the emotions I was feeling - 100% pure
desire for this lovely little teen, my very own godchild.  My pussy was
dripping and Gwen knew it too, because she slid her slender fingers deep
into my cunt and fingered me.  What a bold little twat.  A few minutes
later, Felecia stood up and requested that her daughter leave my lap.  I
thought she was going to put a stop to this madness and I was - grateful? I
was also mistaken, for my longtime friend parted my legs, tugged my panties
down my legs and began eating me out.  I should have stopped her and
protested her actions in front of her 15-year old daughter.  Instead, I
watched in rapt fascination as my godchild got in behind her mommy and
began to mirror Felecia's actions.

   I should have put a stop to all of this and screamed out in protest.  I
did nothing of the sort.  My only screams were those of orgasm and decadent
pleasures.  I had never had a cum like that and it was one of my best
friends who had given it to me - well, her and my naughty little godchild.
I know at least a part of my climax had been courtesy of the vision of my
petite little Gwen licking her mommy like a true slut.

   We talked for long hours and in the spirit of confession, we did more
than talk.  They were patient and gave me all of their backstory.  They
also told me that they had never been happier and were thrilled that I had
accepted their incestuous relationship.  Truly, I didn't have much choice.
It was either accept that and keep my little "family" together or reject it
outright and lose two women I adored.  I also knew that I wanted as many
orgasms as I could get from both of them.

   I needn't have worried.  Now that the dam had been released, the floods
were free to flow.  My lovely little Gwen proved to be a very happy little
sexpot and I woke up several times with the delightful little blonde buried
between my legs.  I think my favorite memory was of such an occasion that
also included Felecia fucking Gwen with a strap-on.  I learned that Gwen
had never held the ideal that virginity was something to be cherished and
that her mommy was more than happy to relieve her of that impediment.

   My new fetish for the latex, vinyl and rubber in my wardrobe is courtesy
of those naughty bitches as well.  One morning I came down to breakfast and
I was sure our previous night of debauchery had exhausted me.  I could not
have been wronger (and yes, I know that it's improper grammar, but I wasn't
thinking straight, believe me!)

   Gwen was on a stool and she was naked, save for a pair of latex
stockings and six-inch stiletto heels.  I saw the clothes that had been
dropped to the floor; they were equally shiny and naughty.  My niece was
squealing with delight as her evil, perverted, wonderful mommy slurped at
her pussy.  I had to admit that Gwen's delightful pussy was a better taste
treat than oatmeal any day and there were a lot less calories.

   I was equally mesmerized to see that Felecia was wearing tight, red
latex outfit with lace up boots.  She was going at Gwen with gusto and part
of the sex appeal of that moment was the latex that fit both of them so
well.  They were already hot, magnificent sexual beasts and I was surprised
to discover that the latex only added to their allure.  I spotted a latex
dildo placed on the kitchen counter and decided that I had to join in their
little games.  I was now a full-fledged member of the family and a very
loving family it was.  I grabbed the sex toy and moved in behind my slutty
bestie.  The latex outfit had a few openings and I discovered the one I
wanted.  I slid my tongue deep inside the gash of my friend's pussy and got
her lubricated before I started to use the dildo and fuck her like the
bitch in heat I knew she was.

   "Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me like a slut, I am a slut, we all are!"
Felecia screeched as her tongue shot deeper into Gwen's cunt.  By now, I
was over my initial misgivings and quite excited to participate.  I licked
and fucked as best I could, intoxicated at the taste of cunt juice, the
visual appeal of the latex clothes and the thrill of incest.  Later on, I
would strap the dildo to my waist and let Gwen ride me while her mommy
licked and sucked with both of us.

   I confessed that I was turned on by the outfits, so the girls told me
they would take me shopping and spoil me rotten.  They took me to the
boutique where they bought their fetish apparel and introduced me to Akira
Lang, the owner of the boutique.  She promised me some up close and
personal attention and yes, that meant a lick me / suck me / fuck me
session in the change rooms.  I found out that it was Akira who had
introduced my girls to the fetish lifestyle.  I will be grateful to her for
that for the remainder of my life.

   Tonight, I plan to take things to an entirely new level.  I have the
wardrobe, the toys, the scented oils, the candles, the sexy guest list and
several more surprises ready for my luscious Gwen and her pervy mommy.  By
evening's end, my family will realize that kinky Lee Ann takes a back seat
to no one.