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Chelsea Clinton (F/f, ped, inc)
by Ramboman (ramboman@explode.net)

***

Hillary went downstairs to her private library. It was 
11:30 at night. Nobody was awake, except for the ever-
present security guards. She wore a white nighty, long 
enough to hang just past her creamy white thighs.

"Good evening, Bob," she said to one agent at the door.

"Good evening, Mrs. Clinton," Bob said in his most 
serious voice. He knew a couple of important facts, and 
she knew he knew. So Bob was treated nicely.

In the library was young Chelsea. She wore a green 
teddy. Her pert nipples strained at the fabric, and her 
hairy bush tried so very hard to reach past the bottom 
of the fabric. When the door of the library opened, she 
turned to see her mother walk in.

"Good evening, Mother," Chelsea almost giggled.

"How many times have I told you to be more serious? You 
are a proper young lady," Hillary responded.

Chelsea walked up to her mother and gave her a soft 
kiss on the cheek.

"Mom, what are you doing up?" Chelsea often spent late 
nights in the library, reading and preparing to rule 
the world when she was older.

"I just decided to take a walk," her Mother responded. 
"The real question is, 'What are you doing here?'"

Chelsea then decided to tell her mom something-
something that had been on her mind for a long time.

"Mom, I so often feel all alone here. I am becoming a 
young woman, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes, darling, you are a very attractive, vivacious 
young thing," Hillary said enthusiastically.

"Mom, I don't feel as though I will ever get to know 
anyone, or, well, kiss anyone, while I'm here. And it's 
going to be another four years! I don't know if I will 
be able to take it."

Hillary leaned over to Chelsea and gave her a gentle 
hug. When she did, her breasts accidentally rubbed 
against the pert, large nipples of her only daughter. 
For just a minute, their eyes locked. Then Hillary made 
a decision. She leaned over and kissed her daughter. 
Not a gentle, motherly kiss-but a real, passion-filled 
kiss. At first their lips just touched, as Chelsea was 
unaware of what was happening. Then Hillary moved her 
tongue to Chelsea's lips, forcing them apart.

"MOM!! What are you doing?" Chelsea almost screamed.

Hillary simply took her daughter by the hand and led 
her to the couch. Without a word, she again leaned over 
to kiss her teenage girl. This time, Hillary placed her 
warm hand against Chelsea's exposed thigh. The juices 
began to run in the young girl's slit. A feeling she 
never felt before began to overtake the girl-and she 
liked it. Her mother's tongue in her mouth! Who would 
imagine how good it could feel...

Chelsea slowly reached out and touched her mother's 
breast.

"That's it, darling, take it-touch it, feel it. I want 
you to love it," Hillary breathed.

Things began to move much more quickly. Hillary reached 
over and lifted Chelsea's green teddy off of her. 
Chelsea was now naked. She was not cold, but warm with 
excitement. Her entire body tingled at the touch of her 
mom's fingers. Hillary moved her hands slowly down her 
daughter's breasts, admiring their size, pleased at 
their firmness. Then she bent down and began sucking on 
her teen's nipples.

"Oh, Gaaad, Mom, that's unbelievable," Chelsea moaned. 
She could not believe what was happening, but was far 
too excited to ask her mom to stop.

"I want you to touch me," Hillary said. She guided her 
daughter's hand to her wet pussy. Chelsea felt the 
moist juices of her mother's cunt. Curiously, she 
lifted her fingers to her mouth and tasted her mother's 
pussy juice. That fueled her desire for more. 
Ravenously she leaned down and began to lick her 
mother's legs. 

Without really knowing what she was doing she began 
kissing her mother's cunt, frenching it like a mouth. 
That drove Hillary deeper into passion. Hillary stuck 
her finger in her mouth and began to rub Chelsea's ass. 
She then drove her finger into her daughter's asshole, 
fingering in and out while rubbing the young girl's 
clit with her thumb.

"Mom, mom, this feels so good. You are fucking me, mom, 
you are fucking your own fuckin daughter. I want to 
cum, mom. I want you to make me cum." Chelsea began to 
breathe very hard. Hillary continued to rub her 
daughter's clit and finger her anus.

"Chelsea, move up," Hillary commanded. Chelsea slid so 
that her cunt was now over her mother's mouth. Hillary 
began to lick her daughter, driving her tongue deep 
into the virgin cunt.

"Oh, Mom, I'm cumming... Ohh, Mom, I coming!" Chelsea 
yelled as her body writhed in a massive orgasm.

"I want you to pee on me," Hillary said as Chelsea was 
in the midst of a massive orgasm. "Pee on me now!"

Chelsea let loose with a flood of yellow urine, pouring 
out of her and into her mother's waiting mouth. Her pee 
drenched Hillary's face and hair, covering her with the 
salty liquid. Hillary gulped as quickly as she could, 
turned on to the fact that her teenage daughter was 
peeing all over her face. Her own fingers had been 
working their magic on her clit, and as the pee came 
pouring into her open, hungry mouth, Hillary's body 
shook with the biggest orgasm of her life. She also 
loosened her bladder, peeing on her self. Chelsea 
leaned backwards and twisted her body to drink her 
mother's yellow juice.

Finally, they turned to one another and kissed, each 
tasting their own urine and cum juices.

This was the first of many future encounters.

THE END