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 Author: Sadistic Daddy
Title: Vicki 2
Part: Chapter 2 - When Mommy Cums Home
Summary: Vicki returns home and finds herself drawn to her middle
daughter.
Keywords: F solo, Fg, inc

   Vicki Chapter 2 - When Mommy Cums Home

   (F solo, F/f)

   Vicki hated airports.  She hated the sense of 'hurry up and wait'
inherent in air travel.  Hurry to get to the airport with time to get
through security, then wait and wait for the flight.  Hurry the passengers
onboard the aircraft then sit on the runway.  It created a lot of downtime
where she couldn't be productive and she couldn't be herself.

   Today wasn't much different, except she ached all over.  Her voice was
hoarse and raspy, leading her to make up a story about having a cold.  Her
joints and muscles ached from being bound in one position and pulling at
her restraints over a six hour period.  Her jaw ached from being held open,
forced open by pain and desire, for cock after unnumbered cock.  Walking
was torment because of the agony of her bruised and swollen pussy.

   Sitting was a special agony because of her swollen and abused asshole
and the welts and bruises on her ass.  Her breasts hurt and her nipples
refused to go down, tender with internal bruising.  She felt like she was
an elderly woman who had given birth to a large child, had her ass reamed
by a horse and her tits beaten to a pulp, all in the last twenty four
hours.

   The wakeup call nearly didn't get her up.  Thankfully it was a recording
so no one wondered why she was trying to say "Hello" with a thong stuffed
in her mouth.  She had wished she could wear the grime of the night's
experience longer, but she looked like a royal mess.  She almost jumped
when she saw the filthy stranger in the bathroom mirror.  She had cum twice
staring at her cum, sweat, spit and piss coated body, though she only
played with her clit.  It wasn't sore.  That seemed the only part of her
that wasn't.

   The hot shower had dissolved the grime, swirling the remnants of the
night's adventure down the drain.  The bed hadn't faired so well, but there
wasn't anything she could do about the heavy layer of dried, crusty cum
that had leaked from her as she slept.  Let the maids think what they
wanted.  She did throw a twenty down on the dresser, even though she
usually didn't tip maids while on single night stays.

   She wore her sunglasses after she left the room, hiding her red eyes,
irritated by cum and piss and tears.  Puffy from the emotions poured out
and effluvium poured in them.

   The coffee from the airport café tasted like it was tainted with jet
fuel and not strong enough to help a paper airplane make it to the end of
the runway.  It was hot and bitter.  It hit a stomach that had no supper
except for cum last night and no drink but water and piss.  She wondered if
she would throw up and if she did would the vomit be full of curdled cum.

   The flight home was full to the maximum.  She was seated next to a
mother and daughter, the little girl having the middle seat, beside Vicki.
She was so tired she didn't even start to fantasize about the girl until
the flight was half over.

   Vicki had dozed a bit, waking from her dream-flooded sleep.  In the
dream she had taken her little girls to see their mommy in The Poke.  They
had seen her take cock after cock in every hole before the pervs saw them
and dragged them over.  The men ripped the clothes from their bodies as her
little girls screamed.  They held Suzi on her knees and began forcing cocks
down her throat while cum dripped from Vicki's chin.  They forced Julie's
mouth against her mother's cum-flooded cunt, forcing her to slurp at the
cum they had pumped into the place the little girl had come out of.  She
was sticking out her tongue as they held her youngest, Kim's, legs wide,
demanding that Vicki lick the sweet, hairless little cunt of her seven year
old little girl.

   Vicki's tongue slid from her mouth, her sore jaw gave a twinge of pain,
waking her, but in her sleep and dream fogged mental state she wasn't sure
where she was or what was going on.  Then she saw the bare legs of the
little girl sitting next to her.  The little girl looked about eight or
nine years old and Vicki started to reach out, looking for more little girl
flesh to lick.

   The movement brought her more awake and she changed her reaching hand
toward the seat pocket in front of her, fumbling out the air sickness bag
as a cover.  She held it before her for a few moments as she cleared her
head.

   The little girl beside her wore tight white shorts and a tight pink
t-shirt, the little puffy nipples pushing at the front as though begging
for a pinching.  Like little Kimmy, the girl had dark hair worn in a pony
tail.

   "Are you okay?" The girl's mother asked, showing some concern.

   "Just having some trouble keeping my supper from last night down." Vicki
gave a faint smile.

   "I used to have that problem, too.  You should try some sort of cream
soup the night before flying.  I think the tryptophan helps." The woman
offered.

   Vicky resisted the urge to giggle.  "I did have cream soup last night.
Perhaps too much."

   "Well, too much of anything can be bad." The other woman said.  "I'm
Kristen, by the way.  This is Ashley."

   "Pleasures to meet you both, though I wish it were under better
conditions." Vicki said.

   The conversation ebbed and Vicki sat back, closing her eyes.  She
imagined having brought Kristen to The Poke.  While the mother was being
entertained by the pervs Vicki would enjoy pulling those tight shorts off
of little Ashley and licking at her little button.

   Vicki's eyes flicked open.  The Poke.  Video tape.  She hadn't gotten
her copy of the video tape!  Damn it!  She left there covered in cum and
piss and welts and bruises and left there without a souvenir to keep her
fingers busy with at home!  Damn it!

   She was wondering how she could get the phone number to the place when
she remembered she still had Lace's contact info.  She would get in touch
with her.  She would be able to help out.

   Vicki next opened her eyes when the wheels of the jet hit the runway. 
She stuck the empty air sickness bag back in the seat pocket in front of
her and began to get ready to be home again.

   When she pulled into her driveway Vicki found that she was already horny
again after having cum so many times last night and twice already this
morning.  It was like her appetite for orgasms just grew and grew.

   Little Kimmy rushing from the front door, running toward her car brought
back the shred of dream from the flight.  Her slender, seven year old
thighs flashing beneath the short skirt as she dashed across the yard.

   "Mommy!  Didya bring me anything?  Huh?  Didya?"

   "Let mommy get inside!  I missed you, too, but not because of presents!"
Vicki gently chided her youngest daughter.  Looking up she saw Suzi and
Julie standing at the door.  Suzi was trying to act too old to be
enthusiastic and her two years younger sister wasn't sure if she should
rush out or wait, too.

   "Suzi, would you get my bag, please?"

   "Okay, Mom." Suzi said.  She walked out into the yard, her more mature
body taller than her sisters.  The tight knit top revealed the thrusting
tips of her small breasts and her slight flare at the waist promised more
would develop there.  She wore cut-offs and her longer legs seemed to be
even longer than they should be as the taper from her ankles rose up her
calves and then again at her thighs.  Vicki knew men enjoyed looking at
Suzi's body.  Other men preferred looking at her two sisters.

   With her sister called out to carry the baggage Julie came out, too. 
She wore a sundress, the weather being warm here during the day time. 
Little spaghetti strap ties on each bare sun-tanned shoulder revealed the
soft, smooth skin on top.  The sundress she wore was a hand-me-down from
her older sister and had been washed so often it was very soft.  It was
also a little small for a girl of ten.  The front revealed a pair of puffy
little puppy nose nipples.  The short sundress also revealed the girl's
legs.  Not as long as her older sister's but beginning to take on form and
very inviting for those who enjoyed the sight of soft flesh.

   Vicki pulled Julie to the other side of her body, one-arm hugging her
and getting a sheepish hug in return.  Escorted by her two younger
daughters she made her way into the house, Suzi carrying in the baggage
behind them.

   "Package came for you today." Jill called out from the kitchen.  She
didn't rush out, being busy with getting supper ready.  She was the
daughter of one of the families on the street.  When she was home from
college Vicki had her house and baby-sit for her when she was on business
trips.

   Vicki spotted the package, noting the package had been sent via
overnight parcel service.  It was a medium sized package.  There was no
business name on the label, but the street address revealed it would be
returned to business that ran The Poke.

   Vicki's hear skipped a beat.  She was sure Lace was behind getting this
here.  She was glad no one had opened the package in her absence.

   Vicki sat with her daughters and Jill at dinner.  Sitting wasn't easy.
The many pains in her ass and cunt were sore and the chairs in the kitchen
were not very well padded.

   She studied Jill as the quiet girl ate with them.  Mostly she seemed
quiet, shy, and sort of mousey.  Vicki suspected, though, the girl would
blossom into a true, total slut if given the opportunity under the right
hands.

   After dinner Jill went home.  Vicki stayed with the girls as bed times
for the varying ages arrived, first little Kim, then Julie and finally
Suzi's bedtime.  Vicki turned out lights in the living room, carrying the
package to her bedroom.

   She opened the box, noticing it was not one tape, it was several.  Each
was marked in sequence.  After she unpacked them she read the note she
found inside.

   Six hours is a very long time.  I am packing the first set out to you,
since I forgot to help you get your copy when you left.  It looks like this
will be the most requested Poking we ever shot!

   Lace

   Vicki smiled, putting the note away and then putting one of the tapes in
her bedroom player.  She stopped the tape before it could start showing. 
She wanted to enjoy this.

   First she stripped out of the traveling clothes and took a shower.  The
bruises on her breasts and ass were still very visible and her nipples were
tender and swollen.  Her cunt lips were puffy, too.

   She dried off and then got on her bed, picking up the remote control. 
She turned the tape on and then spread her arms and legs wide, like someone
tied to the bed.  She let the pillow hold her head up enough so she could
see the screen.

   On the screen she watched as she was fastened into The Poke by Lace. 
She could feel the cuffs holding her arms back as they had last night.  She
could feel her pussy wet, just watching this part.

   What would Jill think if she were watching this?  What would Suzi think?
She let her vision blur a bit.  She imagined the rough Lace fastening Suzi
into The Poke.  Her oldest daughter shivering in fear, feeling the lesbian
woman's hands on her naked body.

   Vicki moaned, flexing against imaginary restraints.  She was tied up,
being made to watch her eldest daughter put into The Poke.  As the first
men approached she envisioned Suzi's reaction to the man's cock prodding at
her face, his slapping of her small breasts to make the twelve year old
open her mouth.  The feel of the cock pushed between her jaws.

   Vicki's clit twitched, standing up, begging for attention.  Vicki kept
her arms spread, though.  This was her favorite fantasy.  Watching her
daughters being treated like the whore their mother was already, abused
against their will, and forced to be the whores of many nameless, dirty,
filthy, perverted men.

   Vicki's hips rose off the bed, toward the screen.  Watching her own body
stand in for the role she wanted her daughters to be in.  She wanted them
all to be forced sex slaves for dirty old men.  Men who would be rough
would not hesitate to hurt them to get cooperation, or just to amuse their
own lusts.

   She could feel the wetness soaking into the bedspread beneath her.  She
was wet, a drooling cunt whore of a mother, watching her little girl be
gang-raped by perverts.

   There was a knock on her closed bedroom door.  She jerked back to
reality.  "What is it?"

   Kim's dark haired head poked through the opening in the door.  "Mommy,
can I sleep with you tonight?  I got scared."

   Vicki quickly turned off the screen.  Kim came to the bed wearing the
old t-shirt that was her sleeping attire.  It barely covered her little
round butt and pussy.  She climbed onto the bed.  Vicki bit back her
disappointment at not being able to play out her fantasy longer.  God, she
really needed to cum!

   "You got no clothes on, mommy!" Kim said, reaching for the bottom hem of
the t-shirt.  She peeled it up her slender, tiny body, removing her own
sleeping wear.  "I want to sleep like that, too!"

   Vicki decided not to make an issue of it, hurrying to pull down the
covers on her bed so that the wet spot on the bedspread would be covered
and she could cover her own bruised body before Kim started to notice the
marks.

   "Okay, mommy is very tired, munchkin.  Let's go to sleep, okay?"

   "'Kay, mommy.  Will you make spoons with me?" Kim asked, turning on her
side, facing away from her mother already.

   Vicki lay on her side, facing her youngest daughter's tight little rump.
She edged closer until her breasts and belly were pressed to the warm,
soft, bare flesh of her seven year old daughter.  She felt the girl's skin,
sliding a hand down her daughter's bare shoulder and arm.  She couldn't
help but think how a pervert might want to touch the naked little girl
right now.

   Vicki kissed the back of Kim's head, hearing the little girl yawn, and
already headed back toward sleep.  Maybe she could stay awake long enough
to get up and go to the toilet after Kim was asleep and rub off.

   Such was not to be.  Fatigue caused her own eyelids to droop almost as
soon as she heard the deep breathing of Kim's sleep start up.  Kim, though,
was a restless sleeper.  Her sharp little elbows would poke against Vicki's
bruised breasts.  Her legs would slide up and down.  Vicki had about given
up on orgasm in favor of sleep, now was denied that, too.

   She rolled to her back, hoping to get some rest.  This motion seemed to
inspire Kim to do the same.  She, too, rolled to her back, only she spread
her little legs as she did so, the calf of her left leg landing between
Vicki's thighs, pressing against the wet, shaved slit, the soft skin rest
against Vicki's puffy, bruised and hungry pussy.  Vicki started to drift
off when the leg moved a little, sliding along the outer lips.

   Oh, god, this was real torture!  Her daughter, teasing her mother's sore
pussy in her sleep!  Vicki flexed her hips, helping to slide her pussy
along the soft, hairless little girl leg, gasping at the mixed pain and
pleasure this caused.

   Even though Vicki had vivid fantasies about all three of her daughters
she hadn't actually touched any of them in a way that was inappropriate. 
She hesitated to keep enjoying this minor use of her minor child, but her
own lust, the appetite whetted by her earlier fantasy, cried out for more.

   Kim's leg pulled up, bringing the sharp point of the heel right between
Vicki's wet cunt folds.  Vicki put a hand over her own mouth to muffle the
groan of pleasure she felt.  The skin was soft there, too, the bones under
it stirring the bruises on and inside her cunt.  She wiggled down a little
in the bed, feeling the heel push a little deeper.

   She could feel the wet stain growing under her drenched cunt.  Her hands
moved to her breasts, squeezing the bruised flesh, pinching the hard, sore
nipples.

   "Yes, mommy is wet.  Mommy has a hungry cunt!" Vicki whispered.

   Her fantasy played in her head.  Suzi was still in The Poke.  The men
were still raping her little body, using all three of her little holes,
ripping and stretching them, shooting their loads down her throat, on her
face, up her cunt and ass.

   But Lace was there, rubbing Kim's soft little girl body against Vicky's
body, making Vicki admit to being a filthy, perverted mommy who was wet
against her daughter's innocent flesh.

   Kim became restless again.  She pulled her leg away from Vicki's wet
cunt.

   "No, no, I need to cum so bad!" Vicki whispered into the dark.  "Please!
I need to cum!  I'm a dirty mommy!  I'm a filthy whore!"

   As if in response Kim turned her body once more, her right arm falling
across Vicki's tummy, the soft fingers of her hand landing on the wet lips
of her mother's pussy.

   Vicki gasped.  She could feel the tip of a finger right on the apex of
her slit.  She ground her hips, feeling just the lightest, faintest touch
of Kim's finger brushing her hard, throbbing clit.

   Her pleasure was so high right now she didn't care that she was using
her own daughter's finger to get off on.  She wouldn't put her own hand
down to press that finger harder against her clit.  She couldn't.  She was
tied up, in fantasy.

   "Please, please, Lace!  Please!  I'll do anything!  I need to cum so
bad! Please!"

   Kim's fingers became restless.  The tip of the finger on the slit slid
deeper, rubbing right on Vicki's sensitive, needy clit.

   Vicki came.  She still had presence of mind enough to bring a hand to
her pillow, to jam a corner of her pillow into her mouth as she suppressed
the scream she wanted to give as her body shook hard in orgasm.  The
convulsions continuing the stimulation of Kim's sleep-restless stroking.

   Vicki hit afterglow, letting the pillow go, turning her head toward Kim
as she felt the hand drawn away from her mother's cunt.  She saw the little
girl, eyes closed, still breathing deep, bring the wet fingers to her mouth
and then suck at the wetness.

   Vicki came again without even being touched, watching her daughter
sucking her mother's juices from her little fingers.

   ***

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