The Journey, Part 2

by Joanne

Still on the train, my lovely daughter Stacy and I have gone commando and were enjoying the thrill of it all. We shed our panties in the toilet and thrilled at the thought that my mini skirt and her mini dress just covering our pussies with very little flimsy material. Any slight breeze and ours pussies would surely be seen.

Stacy had experienced her first ever orgasm on my fingers. There was no stopping her now. I too was wet and desperate for relief my nipples strained against my bra. My ex husband was next to useless and most of the sex I have ever had has been on my fingers. I dared not keep any toys in the house for fear he would find them and beat me again.

I smiled as I thought of what he would have done if had known where his sausage, or his cucumber, or his carrots had been. I would fuck his dinner most days. He didn’t know it, but he had eaten more pussy than most.

Stacy wanted to go walkabout. She, like me, thrilled at the naughtiness and the risk of being caught. We were close to the front of the train and so when I stood up and collected our things I pointed her towards the rear end.

The air playing on my pussy was wonderful. I couldn’t walk straight no matter how I tried. I wantonly swayed my hips which waved my tush from side to side and flicked at the hem of my skirt. I loved it. I couldn’t stop it. I just got wetter and wetter until I thought I would burst. Stacy walked in front of me in the same lustful way. She would occasionally look back at me. Her eyes were misty and her lips were full and ripe. The sight of her had me gasping for breath. I wanted her with growing desperation.

We came to another joint between carriages. I could see Stacy swaying from side to side. I knew what she was feeling and my pussy wept for her. We crossed from one carriage to the next. This time the window had been left open. The wind from it had an immediate effect. It blew Stacy’s dress up to the waist. I took hold of her and pushed against the wall out of sight of either carriage. I lifted her skirt and licked at her cammeltoe. She whimpered and thrust her hips forward and spread her legs. I licked and slurped and sucked hungrily at her pussy. She squirmed from side to side her breath coming in gasps. Between gasps she whispered, “Yes mummy oh yes. Oh mummy I love you.”

She had just trembled through her orgasm when we heard footsteps. I pulled her dress down just in time and was fiddling with her shoe. “There, it should stay fastened now” I said. The man barely threw us a glance as he passed by. I watched as he as walked along the carriage. When I looked back it was just in time to see Stacy throw first my thong and then her knickers out of the window.

She was giggling all the way back to our seat. I was wondering if anyone had seen them blowing in the wind. The train had slowed down and so we knew that we could not be far from when we must change trains and take a more local one to our final destination.

When we left the train I was careful to be in front of Stacy whenever we had to go down stairs and was always behind her if we had to climb stairs. I had years of practice of not flashing my pussy. She, of course, found it hilarious. We found the platform we needed and didn’t have long to wait before the local train arrived. The vibration and the draught it caused were electrifying. Stacy smiled broadly.

The train was a very old fashioned one. It was made up many separate compartments, each one with its own door. We just waited for it to stop and opened the nearest door. We climbed up and into the compartment. If there had been anyone behind us they would have seen two perfect arses. As it was there was nobody there to see.

We sat, as we had before, facing front. There was only one other passenger in this compartment. It was a fat woman of about fifty years of age. She sat facing us but was looking intently out of the window. No one else got in. I had slammed the door shut behind us and no one had reopened it. When the train started to move and there was no chance of other passengers boarding our compartment, the woman looked at us with the strangest expression. She looked as if she had seen a ghost.

The train was soon out of the station and picking up speed. Stacy, who like me, had been feeling very naughty, suddenly became very naughty. She was sat back on the long bench seat that went the full width of the carriage and she crossed one leg over the other. She had her calf resting on the other leg giving the woman full view of her young pussy.

The women did a double take and then looked from me, to the pussy and back. “My young lady,” she said, “you are very beautiful. I was seduced many years ago by one so beautiful as you.” I stood up in front of her and lifted my skirt. “Am I beautiful? Do you think you could fuck me,” I was desperate. My juices were wetting the seat. My nipples were hard and nothing could hide them any longer. She reached up and ran her fingers through my bush. “It will be my pleasure,” she said.

I lay down along the seat. She pulled my top up with an expertise and impatience that pulled my bra off as well. She dived onto the nearest tit. Electric pulses ran through me as she sucked hard on the nipple. Her right hand flicked my skirt out of the way exposing my beautifully trimmed, but very dense bush. I threw my legs in the air and as wide as possible. She plunged four fingers up my dripping cunt and fucked me. She thrust her fingers hard into me hitting my pubic bone with her knuckles with each stroke. Her thumb was rubbing up my slit to my clitoris with every expert thrust. My back was arched as I gasped out a gurgling scream. With that she inserted her thumb and with each thrust she stretched my cunt wider and bigger than ever. I whimpered through a massive orgasm. I looked over at Stacy. She had her heels on the seat and her legs spread wide. She had two fingers up her own little cunt and was frigging her clit with the other hand for all she was worth. She was watching this expert fucking her mummy.

The old lady left me and turned her attention to Stacy. She pushed her cum ladened fingers into Stacy’s mouth. Stacy slurped at them. She said, “This takes me back twenty years.” There were tears running down her face. She then grabbed a baby nipple between the finger and thumb of each hand and dived into my baby’s cunt. Stacy’s back arched as the old woman probed her cunt and anus with her tongue. My baby was calling, “Yes, yes, yes.” Then suddenly the woman came up, her face dripping in juices and plunged two fingers into Stacy and fucked her with such speed that her hand was a blur.

Stacy collapsed completely spent. The woman sat back on her seat “That was wonderful. A dream and a memory come true.” She lifted her skirt. Her fat belly and her massively hairy cunt was completely naked. “You are not the only commandos in theses parts,” she said in a broad, theatrical West Country accent.

The train slowed approaching one of the many stations on route. We were all looking quite proper, especially Stacy. She was sat on the front edge of the bench seat with her white socks pulled up the knees, her back straight and her legs crossed. People got on and got off at the various local stations. There was a faint smell of musk in the air, but that could easily have been the age of the carriage.