Hillary and Chelsea

by JetBoy

This story goes out to recent Lesbian Lolita acquisition Naughty Mommy, for embodying so many of the qualities that make this site truly sing. Welcome aboard, mon ami -- good to have you on the crew!

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Hillary walked through the White House, a grim expression on her face. She'd just had a long talk with her husband Bill. He had just admitted what most Americans were just beginning to find out -- that he'd been cheating on her with an intern, some Monica from his intern pool.

She had suspected his infidelities for a long while, so Bill's revelation wasn't much of a surprise. Their daughter Chelsea, though, had taken the news of her father's behavior badly. When Bill had told them what he'd done, Chelsea had burst into tears. Stumbling to her feet, she wrenched the door open and ran away, sobbing piteously.

She's always placed such trust in her father, Hillary thought with a deep sigh, then clenched her jaw. That bastard. I can deal with him screwing around with other women, but why can't he be more discreet about it?

Hillary approached Chelsea's room and tapped on the door before quietly entering. Closing the door behind her, she gazed sorrowfully at her daughter -- lying face down on her bed, weeping into the pillow.

"Honey," Hillary whispered gently, sitting down on the bed. "Please don't cry. Everything's going to be okay."

"Oh, Mom... how could Daddy do something like this?" Chelsea wept.

"I know, he hurt us both. We have to try to understand, somehow." Bending down, she drew Chelsea into her arms. Her daughter was wearing a navy blue blazer with a white dress shirt underneath, a matching skirt, black shoes and dark nylons.

Chelsea hugged her mother tightly as Hillary stroked her daughter's back, quietly crooning to her. Eventually the girl's crying slowed, then stopped. Loosening her hold on her mother, she lay quietly, occasionally sniffling.

Not wanting to break their physical contact, Hillary began to gently stroke Chelsea's tummy, kissing her face now and then.

As Hillary rubbed Chelsea's stomach, she noticed, as if for the first time, how attractive her daughter had become. Her hair was styled nicely, her braces were gone, and she'd filled out very pleasingly. Chelsea was no longer the awkward teen from Arkansas -- she was now a very attractive young woman. She looked so good in that suit too -- almost sexy. Her legs looked downright appetizing...

Suddenly Hillary's heart was pounding as she realized that her stroking of Chelsea's belly had become very slow and sensual... and that she had almost, without thinking, reached up to caress her daughter's breasts!

Hillary had managed to keep her bisexuality a secret from Bill ever since they had begun to date. She had never cheated on him with another man, but occasionally felt a sharp hunger for the soft, sweet embrace of a woman. A hunger she sometimes had to satisfy. There was a senator's secretary named Julie who Hillary would meet every so often for an afternoon of passionate lovemaking. A sudden memory of kissing and licking Julie's dripping cunt as the young woman feasted on hers flashed like lightning in her mind.

And now she was feeling that hunger again -- but this time it was directed at her own daughter!

Hillary was trembling with confusion and need, as she continued to rub the young girl's soft tummy. The subtle scent of Chelsea's hair was utterly bewitching. She knew how wrong these feelings were, but didn't want to stop touching her daughter. I'm not doing anything wrong, she thought... just consoling my little girl. She told herself that again as she slipped her hand beneath her daughter's blazer and began to caress the teen's bare skin.

Chelsea was sighing contentedly at the feel of her mom's hand on her stomach, at first. It was so soothing -- then, after a minute or so, she began to feel a bit aroused. She pretended it was a cute boy rubbing her. That only served to inflame her senses even further.

Chelsea was still a virgin -- she'd never even gone very far with any boy, in fact -- but masturbated frequently. She loved to fantasize about all kinds of things, from making out with a Secret Service agent to being spanked. And occasionally she had indulged in hot fantasies about fooling around with another girl. There was a cute blonde in her math class that she sort of had a crush on. Now, that warm hand on her tummy was making the special place between Chelsea's legs throb.

When her mother's hand slipped beneath her top to caress the bare skin of her belly, Chelsea almost gasped out loud. God, she needed to touch herself right now! She began to squeeze her thighs together, trying to afford her aching pussy some relief without letting her mom know.

But Hillary did know... and she was growing more and more excited at the realization that Chelsea was becoming aroused herself. Her sense of right and wrong was losing ground by the second. Making love to her own daughter was an utterly twisted thing to do, but in spite of that -- or perhaps because of it -- she desperately wanted to seduce Chelsea.

Holding her breath, she began to subtly tease the underside of the teen's breasts with her fingertips.

Chelsea was all but swooning with pleasure. She didn't understand that her mother was touching her that way on purpose -- it just felt wonderful. Without intending to, she moaned softly.

Unable to restrain herself for another second, Hillary cupped her daughter's breasts through the cotton bra she wore. Chelsea's eyes popped open in surprise, just as Hillary's mouth claimed hers in a sweet, tender kiss.

The teen gaped in astonishment as her mother drew away. Hillary gazed at her child with naked, unconcealed desire -- a look that penetrated Chelsea's soul.

"Mom...?" asked Chelsea, eyes wide with wonder.

"Chelsea, I love you so much," Hillary whispered. "No matter what happens between me and your dad... you and I have each other, and we can get through this together." She touched her daughter's cheek. "Let's -- let's help one another, honey."

Closing her eyes, Hillary gently kissed that soft mouth again, still fondling the girl's breasts. This time her kiss lingered, and she paused to tease her daughter's lower lip with the tip of her tongue.

Something broke inside Chelsea and she threw both arms around her mother, mouth opening to meet Hillary's in a French kiss, their tongues meeting and twining. She knew it was totally perverted to do this, but she needed to be loved so desperately at that instant... and right then, Mom was making her feel like no one ever had before.

Hillary gently pushed Chelsea back down on the bed and unfastened her skirt, sliding it down the girl's thin legs. She wore thigh high nylons with a garter belt over white cotton underpants. Hillary unhooked the garter, then slowly helped the girl out of her panties.

The sight of Chelsea's red-furred pussy was breathtaking. She gently touched her daughter's moist cunt, and Chelsea gasped with pleasure. "Oh... Mom!"

Suddenly eager to return her mother's affection, Chelsea sat up, took Hillary in her arms and kissed her more passionately than she had ever kissed a boy, clumsily helping her mother undress as her eager tongue explored Hillary's mouth.

Hillary turned around and lifted her hair so Chelsea could unzip her. Chelsea did, then pulled her mother's dress down and off, pausing to kiss her neck. Hillary was wearing a black pushup bra and nylons without panties. Chelsea, now trembling with a need she barely understood, unhooked her bra, then rolled down Hillary's hose, leaving her mother naked.

Hillary started to take off Chelsea's top, then remembered the door was unlocked. She quickly moved to the door and locked it, then heard a voice from outside.

"Mrs. Clinton, are you all right in there?" asked the guard.

She quickly replied, "Oh, um, yes, we're just changing!"

When she got back to the bed, Chelsea had taken off her shirt and bra. Now she was naked but for her knee-high nylons.

Hillary knelt on the bed next to her daughter, leaning down to gently lick at her nipples. Chelsea giggled with delight and lay back on the bed.

While sucking her nipples, Hillary fondled Chelsea's pussy while gazing at the ecstatic expression on her daughter's face.

Chelsea's mouth fell open as Hillary slipped a finger into her moist cunt. She began breathing heavily, unable to believe that she was having sex with her own mom. This was hotter than any fantasy she'd ever had!

Hillary was slowly moving down her daughter's bare body, pausing to flick her tongue in Chelsea's belly button, making her squeal with delight. Resuming her erotic journey, Hillary slid between her daughter's thighs to gaze, enthralled, at the teen's lightly-downed sex. The sight was breathtaking -- and Hillary, savoring the musky perfume of Chelsea's arousal, was drunk with lust.

Her lips parted as she brought her face nearer to Chelsea's auburn pubes, tongue sliding out to lick at the glistening slit.

"Ohhhh!" Chelsea cried out.

Hillary buried her face between her daughter's thighs, mouth feasting at the delights there, tongue probing deep into Chelsea's cunt. She savored her child's essence like a fine wine, nostrils flaring as she breathed deeply of the thick, musky scent. She felt Chelsea's trembling hands caressing her hair as she licked and sucked hungrily at her child's sex, intoxicated with forbidden desire.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Mom...?" her daughter whimpered. "I want to... to... do it to you too."

Thrilled that Chelsea wanted to participate in their lovemaking, Hillary swiveled around, positioning herself so that her cunt was right above Chelsea's face, then dipped her face back between the young girl's legs.

Chelsea gently touched her mother's juicy slit with her fingers, enthralled. She'd never been this close to another woman's pussy, and the sight and heady aroma made her feel light-headed. She couldn't believe she was doing something so wild, but Hillary's mouth was lovingly kissing and licking her virgin pussy... and right now she felt a deep need to pleasure her mom that couldn't be denied.

Lifting her head, Chelsea opened her mouth to nuzzle the glistening pinkness before her...

...and Hillary gasped as a wet, warm tongue slid through her pussy groove. She thrust her crotch into Chelsea's face as the young girl began to lick and suck at her mom's vagina with relish. Hillary, now panting with pleasure, slipped a finger deep into Chelsea's pussy. Chelsea threw her head back, helplessly thrusting her hips toward that probing finger.

"Oh God, Mom, that feels amazing!" Chelsea blurted, then plunged her face into her mother's wet flesh again, feasting on Hillary's cunt in a mad frenzy of passion, her body quivering with pleasure.

Hillary could tell her daughter was about to come -- and she didn't want that to happen just yet. Breaking

away and raising herself from Chelsea's face, she gasped, "Get up on your hands and knees, honey. I want to try something."

Dazed with desire, Chelsea sat up, then carefully positioned herself on all fours, ready for anything.

Rising to her feet, Hillary slowly circled the bed, feasting her eyes on her daughter's nudity. "My God, sweetheart," she breathed, "you are utterly exquisite." She trailed the tips of her fingers down the girl's bare back, feeling an illicit thrill as Chelsea arched her body, cat-like, to Mommy's touch.

Hillary mounted the bed behind her daughter, gazing excitedly at the creamy globes of Chelsea's buttocks. She reached out to place a hand upon a soft cheek, bending down to graze it with her lips.

"I... I love you, Mom," whispered Chelsea.

Hillary was nuzzling her daughter's ass, kissing and licking at the pale, smooth skin. Chelsea shivered, overwhelmed by her mother's lewd behavior. Then two hands gently pried her buttocks open, and the panting teen shoved both legs even further apart, wanting her mom to see everything. She could feel warm breath caressing her anal cleft.

"You smell so good," whispered Hillary.

Moving closer, lips parting, she took a long, slow lick, her tongue gliding wetly through the crack of her daughter's ass. Chelsea inhaled sharply, then began to whimper.

Loving the taste, Hillary pressed her mouth into the split, kissing and licking eagerly at her child's rosebud. As she rimmed the girl, Hillary slipped a hand between Chelsea's thighs to touch her clit.

"Oh, GOD!" cried Chelsea as she exploded in an orgasm that seemed as if it might never end, bucking wildly as white-hot flashes of pleasure tore through her body.

Lost in the madness of the moment, Hillary continued to pleasure Chelsea -- her skillful fingers carrying the girl through a second, even bigger climax.

Chelsea collapsed onto her side, utterly exhausted. Dazed, she lay limply as the First Lady enveloped her in a tender embrace.

Once she'd caught her breath, Chelsea wrapped both arms around her mother, burying her face in Hillary's breasts. Her body was tingling from head to toe, and there was a comforting glow between her legs. The temptation was there for the girl to relax and drift into slumber, but the tactile sensation of her mother's bare skin against hers soon had Chelsea's desire growing strong again.

She began to kiss Hillary's breasts, her tongue flicking out to tease the taut nipples. Her mother gasped and cradled Chelsea's face to her chest. "Oh, my sweet baby," she whispered, "that feels exquisite."

Chelsea's newfound lust was mounting by the second. She raised her face to Hillary's and the women kissed deeply, hungrily. Hillary moaned into their kiss as Chelsea's hand slid between her thighs, caressing her cunt. Hillary gasped as her daughter's touches grew harder, more aggressive.

All the teenage girl could think about was how badly she wanted to make her mother come. Plunging two fingers into Hillary's dripping hole, Chelsea began to piston them in and out of her mom's trembling body, fucking her hard and fast.

Hillary's breath hissed through clenched teeth as she shuddered in ecstasy from her daughter's lusty attentions. "Fuck me, Chelsea," she gasped. "Oooh! F-fuck me hard, my -- my sweet angel. OH!"

As if hypnotized, Chelsea slowly lowered her face to Hillary's squishing cunt as her fingers pumped in and out, in and out. Her lips parted...

Hillary's entire body seized up as Chelsea's lips surrounded her throbbing clit and began to gently suckle. She bucked and rocked, violently shaking as unbelievable flashes of white-hot ecstasy tore and screamed through her. Finally she lay quietly, at peace with the world, her daughter's face resting against her sticky thigh.

Hillary gently tugged at Chelsea's shoulder, gasping, "H-honey... hold me, please."

With a shy smile, Chelsea crawled into her mother's embrace. They gazed for a long moment at one another, eyes shining with love... then their mouths came together in a soft kiss, their tongues languidly engaging.

Hillary broke their kiss, stroking her daughter's face. "Oh, my sweet baby," she breathed, "That was... incredible. God, I adore you."

The young girl's heart swelled with joy at her mother's words. "I -- I love you too, Mom." Her arms wound their way around Hillary's naked body. "We can do this again, can't we? Please say we can."

Hillary's eyes filled with tears of happiness. "Of course we will," she crooned in her daughter's ear, "We're lovers now, you and I -- we can't give this up."

"Good!" exclaimed Chelsea. "I want to -- to belong to you, Mom. For always."

"You do, honey," Hillary replied, cupping the teen's flushed face in her hands. "You do."

Her lips sought those of her child, and Chelsea's mouth opened to receive Hillary's tongue. Mother and daughter engaged in a kiss that quickly grew hot and intense.

Chelsea rolled onto her back, drawing Hillary on top of her sweat-dampened body. The teen's sex was already throbbing with renewed desire as she reached down to fondle her mother's ass.