Summer Solstice stepped into her home and shut the door behind her. With a sigh, she closed her and leaned back, enjoying the feel of the cool wood against her back, and the air conditioned air against the rest of her sweat-covered skin. She took a deep breath, some of the tension leaving her body along with the heat.
"Summer?" a voice called out. "Is that you?"
Summer rolled her eyes and shook her head. She wondered about her mother sometimes. Who else would come in through the front door without knocking or announcing themselves? She considered coming up with a sarcastic response, but was too fried and exhausted to come up with anything.
"Yeah, mom!" Summer called out. "It's me!" She pushed herself off the door and up, walking further into the house.
Her mother, Celestia, was in the living room, sitting on the couch. She smiled at her daughter, moving closer to the side and making room for the younger woman to sit down.
"How was work?"
"It suuuuuuucked!" Summer answered, throwing her head back as she did. She considered sitting down, but decided not to since she would not want to get up.
Instead, she paced around the room.
"There's this music festival going on, and I was assigned to work the food truck," Summer nearly shouted, throwing her hands up. "So I'm stuck in this cramped little space, broiling hot from all the cooking, with no air conditioning, not even a good breeze, and the only bathrooms were a bunch of port-o-potties."
The people who set up the event had at least been nice enough to have some toilets brought specifically for the trucks so that the workers did not have to wait in line for however long, forcing people to either wait even longer for their food, or get impatient and go to another truck, but it did not change the fact that she had to go into one of those foul-smelling, stuffy little plastic things whenever she had to go.
"Then there were the customers. People who couldn't decide the ten-fifteen minutes they waited in line, only considering what they wanted when they were at the window, forcing everyone behind them to wait. People who had to ask a thousand questions before they could even think about ordering. People who got mad at me because what they ordered was not what they actually wanted!" She paused, brow furrowing. "There was also at least one girl who had a really weird order. I mean, who puts cookies, broccoli and watermelon on nachos?"
A snort from her mother drew Summer's attention back to reality. There was a twinkle of amusement in Celestia's eyes, and a hand up over her face to hide a smirk. It was pretty clear to Summer that her mother found something funny, but was not going to share it.
Instead of asking about it, Summer let out a sigh, her shoulders drooping.
"The worst part of it all," she said, "I didn't even get to hear any of the music. We were just too far away or something."
Celestia stood up, walked over, and gave her a daughter a hug.
"It's alright, Summer," she said, giving a gentle pat. "It's over and you're home."
"Except I have to go back tomorrow," Summer grumbled, resting her head on her mother's shoulder.
In one way, she found it nice, having her mother close and comforting her. In another, it was a reminder of how hot and sweaty she had been from work. Especially when her mother's hand touched Summer's back, pressing the now cold wet fabric of her top against her.
Summer broke the hug, lifting her head up.
"I need to take a shower," she announced as she stepped back.
Instead of letting her go, Celestia slid her hands down, grabbing Summer by her hips.
"Want me to join you?" Celestia asked, her voice dropping into a deeper tone. Her eyes narrowed as a small smirk tugged at the edge of her pale pink lips. She tightened her grip, fingertips squeezing her daughter's butt through her shorts. "I"m sure I could help you relieve some of that built up tension."
Summer started slightly, breath catching in her throat as she felt her bottom being squeezed. Her purple eyes drifted down her mother's body, stopping at the crotch of Celestia's slacks. Summer bit her lip, picturing what she knew was there and what it could do to her. Her thighs shifted, pressing together as she felt herself growing wet with arousal.
"Tempting," she admitted.
Gently gripping her mother's hands, Summer pulled them away.
"But I really need to take a shower." Her own eyes narrowed as she raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Maybe after?"
"Maybe," Celestia replied. She then stepped closer and to the side. One hand swung out, swatting Summer on the bottom hard enough to make her jump. "Go take your shower."
The white cheeks of Summer's face took on a pink tint, as did the lower cheek that got smacked. She put some extra sway in her hips as she walked away, wiggling her butt back and forth, and giving a show. As she reached and opened the towel cabinet, Summer spread her legs and bent over, stretching her body as she reached as deep as she could and grabbed a towel.
As she pulled it out straightened up, she caught sight of her mother watching. Celestia had one hand down between her legs, fingertips tracing along the noticeable bulge in her slacks.
Summer stepped into the bathroom, winked, and shut the door.
Although no longer giving a show, she still took her time undressing. First she took off her shoes and socks, stretching and curling her toes to work out the discomfort of being on them for hours with time or place to sit down. Next went her tube top, her perky little breasts jiggling as they slipped free of their cotton confinement. She then shucked off her shorts, slipping out of them easily. Finally came her panties, wet with sweat and arousal, they clung desperately to her crotch, slowly, teasingly, pulling at her as they were taken off.
Naked, Summer ran a hand down her crotch, tracing a finger along her nether lips. It sent a tingle of pleasure through her body, making her arousal grow. Bringing the finger up to her vaginal hood, she slowly traced around her clitoris. She could...
With a shake of her head, she pulled her finger away. As tempting as it was, she really needed a shower.
The water that hit Summer was freezing cold, giving her goosebumps and making her nipples rock hard. It also washed away the excess heat of the day, leaving her feeling cooler and in a better mood. As the water became warmer, it soaked into her muscles, helping them relax. Once it was nice and hot where she liked it, Summer began to properly wash herself, scrubbing away the sweat and stench of the day.
So caught up was she in the enjoyment of her shower, Summer was completely unaware of the bathroom door opening and closing. It was only when the shower door opened that she noticed. She turned to look, although there was no need to. It was easy to guess who it was.
Celestia stepped into the shower, shutting the door. She smirked as she moved closer, gripping a hold of Summer before pressing herself against the younger woman. Her erect shaft pressed against Summer's back, rubbing against her wet skin, as Celestia slid her hands around and up to grip her daughter's breasts. She gave the pert nipples a gentle squeeze.
"Mom," Summer cried out, more out of pleasure than annoyance. "I said I needed I shower, and that maybe we could have some fun after." Pressing back, she shifted her hips. The base of the thick, had shaft slipped between her cheeks, nestling into cleft. One hand reached up to grip her mother's, holding it against her breast and squeezing. The other reached back, gripped Celestia's hip, and stroked down along her thigh.
"Then maybe you shouldn't have put on such a nice little show when you were getting ready," Celestia replied in a low, raspy voice. She pulled her daughter closer, pressing her breasts against the younger woman's back. Releasing one breast, her free hand moved to the top of Summer's stomach, a single nail tip tracing a line down along the abs and stopping just before it reached the pubic area. Celestia's own hips rocked and shifted, grinding against that toned young ass and rubbing the tip of her length against the small of Summer's back.
"And in my defense," Celestia added, "I did wait until you should have been well into washing yourself."
Summer pulled her mother's hand away from her breast, releasing her own grip on the thigh. She bent over and pushed backwards, grinding her butt more firmly as she picked up the loofah.
"Since you're here, would you mind washing my back?"
"Sure," Celestia replied, taking the loofah. She pulled away, added some more body wash, then began washing Summer's back. She started with the small of the back, working up a nice, strong lather. Once it was nice and sudsy, she worked her way up over the shoulder blades, along the shoulders, and across the back of the neck.
She gripped a hold of her daughter's hips, and started to wash the young woman's bottom. Celestia slowly worked the lathered, soapy loofah in circles over the shapely piece of young flesh.
Summer's eyes closed as she felt her butt being touched, teased, and cleaned. She bit down on her lip, letting out small moans. She wanted to push back, to press her bottom against those hands more. Instead she reached up to her chest, gripping her breast to squeeze and massage them. She could feel herself getting aroused again.
Celestia's hand slipped down and forward to cup her daughter's pubic mound, giving it a gentle rub. The loofah moved down further to work along the back and inside of the thighs.
Reaching down, Summer took a hold of her mother's hand and pulled it away from her. She took a step forward and turned around, letting the water from the shower nozzle run down her back and wash away the soap. Eyes narrowed and a smirk on her lips, she reached out and took a hold of her mother's erect cock. Careful not to slip, Summer got down on her knees, and began to stroke the shaft, sliding her hand from the base to the head and back. Her tongue slipped out from her lips as she leaned forward, giving the sac a small lick.
A small moan of pleasure escaped Celestia as she felt her daughter's mouth tease her testicles. Her length twitched under the gentle, teasing ministrations, releasing a small amount of pre.. Celestia reached down, slipping her fingers into her daughter's pastel blue and green hair, gripped tightly, and pulled her forward, burying Summer's face into her sac.
Instead of fighting or being surprised, Summer let herself be pulled. She closed her eyes as and opened her mouth, taking one of her mother's testicle between her lips. Holding the sensitive organ gently, she let out a hum to send vibrations through it. Summer's tongue licked across the trapped skin, tasting the water and hints of salt.
Celestia let out a gasp of pleasure at the humming. Her entire length pulsed with excitement, pre-cum leaking from the tip as quickly as it could be washed away.
"Good girl," she moaned out.
Letting the testicle slip from her mouth, Summer gave the sac one more kiss before moving up. She gave small, teasing licks as she made her way along the length as she worked her way toward the head. Once she reached the underside of the tip, Summer gave it a kiss. Her grip shifted as she stroked along the length again. Opening her mouth wide, she leaned forward, bringing the head of the cock toward it.
Just before her lips could touch the top of the wonderful length, Summer's head was pulled back, forcing her away. At the same moment, her mother stepped back, pulling the shaft from her grip, and released her hold on the young woman's hair.
"I think we've been in the shower long enough," said Celestia. "Don't want to waste too much, after all."
Summer huffed and pouted, but gave a nod. As much fun as she was having, they could not stay in the shower forever. They only had so much hot water. Besides, of all the things the two of them could do in the shower, actual sex was not one of them. Between how much taller Celestia was, the wetness of the stall, and with nowhere to sit down or anything to hold onto, there was no way to get in a good position for it.
Once the two of them were as dried off as they were going to get, Celestia ordered, "My room."
Summer said nothing, just gave a nod before making her way to her mother's room. Once again, she added extra sway to her hips, making her butt wiggle more with each step. Except this time, she was completely naked, so a little bit of pink would peak through between her legs as she walked.
As soon as they stepped into the bedroom, Celestia pushed Summer to the bed, then shoved her onto it. Summer let out a squeal of surprise as she was shoved, bracing herself as she hit the mattress. Before she could even move to get up, a hand pressed against her back, pinning her in place. Taking it as a sign, Summer stayed where she was, lying on the bed on her stomach.
Another hand pressed against the small of her back, then stroked downward, caressing over the curve of her butt cheeks. It suddenly pulled away and down with a loud smack, causing Summer to jump and let out a gasp. She wiggled her hips, silently begging for another. But another did not come. Instead, it continued down along her body, reaching her vaginal lips. It traced along them before one finger pushed forward, sinking into her depths.
Summer let out a moan of pleasure as the digit entered her body. She shifted, spreading her legs wider to allow better access to her depths. Her hips pushed back, moving to meet the exploratory digit and trying to get it as deep as she could. As it pulled back, her walls clamped down tight, squeezing the finger and desperately trying to keep it from getting away.
Another joined it and they pushed forward, back into Summer's body. They sank in to the knuckles, the rest of the hand grinding against Summer's nether region. The fingers shifted, pressing and massaging against the inner walls. Slowly they pulled back, massaging the inner walls as they moved toward the entrance. Instead of sliding free, they pushed back in, repeating the process.
Each stroke in and out caused Summer to moan out in pleasure. She grew more and more aroused, soaking the exploring fingers in her glistening, sticky wetness. Summer lifted her backside higher, allowing easier access. Her hips pushed back, meeting each thrust into her, then pulled forward, having them slide out until the first joint of the longest remained.
After a countless eternity of minutes, Summer Solstice could not take it any more.
"P...please..." she whimpered out.
Celestia pushed her fingers in deep one more time before pulling out. Her middle and ring fingers glistened with her daughter's thick, sticky, feminine juices, with small strings of it still connecting them.
"'Please,' what?" she asked. Bringing the fingers up, she stuck the tips into her mouth, tasting the fluids as she licked and sucked them clean.
"Please!" Summer repeated. "No more teasing! No more fingers! Please, mom! Please fuck my sweet little pussy with that big, thick cock of yours!"
Celestia pulled the fingers from her mouth with a wet pop! Her eyes narrowed and lips pressed thin as she looked down at her daughter.
"On one hand," said Celestia, "as your mother and an educator, I feel I should punish you for using such language."
She brought her hand down onto her daughter's butt. It landed with a loud smack, eliciting a moan of pleasure. A bright pink hand-print appeared on Summer's pale white bottom as she raised and shook it, silently begging for another.
"On the other," Celestia continued as she got up, "I do enjoy hearing you talk dirty." She gripped the base of her shaft as she moved into position behind her daughter. "Especially when you're begging for it."
Pressing a hand onto Summer's back, Celestia moved forward, aiming to line the tip of her shaft up with her daughter's dripping wet vaginal lips. Slowly, she pushed forward, letting the head part the folds and sink inside. Once it was deep enough to stay in position without her help, Celestia released her grip. Her hands moved down to Summer's thighs, gently caressing them as the moved up over them, across the curve of that younger woman's backside, and came to stop on her hips.
Gripping tightly, Celestia pulled Summer back as she thrust forward, burying her entire length in a single stroke.
Summer screamed out in pain and pleasure as her mother's long, thick, hard member forced its way completely into her body. It was all too much for her, sending her over the edge. She pushed back as hard as she could, pressing against the hips behind her and grinding against them. Her walls clamped down hard, desperately gripping the intruding member, to try and milk it of its seed. Feminine fluid poured from her depths, running down the inside of her thighs and soaking her mother's sac.
As Summer's climax came to an end, Celestia leaned forward, pressing down onto her. She could feel the warm soft breast flesh against her back, erect nipples teasing her skin. Long strands of hair, lighter shades of the pastel blue and green like her own, fell over her face.
"My, my," Celestia whispered in Summer's ear, warm breath blowing across it. "Just getting started and already cumming?" The length gave a twitch, sending fresh little thrills of pleasure. "You must be very... worked up!" She gave an extra push of her hips, grinding hard. Leaning in closer, she bit her daughter's earlobe, and gave it a tug.
A fresh whimper of pleasure and excitement escaped Summer as her ear was teased. Reaching up, she grabbed a hold of the older woman's hair, curling her fingers in it and holding it tight. She turned her head and lunged, pressing their mouths together, then opened her mouth and forced her tongue into her mother's.
Celestia tensed in surprise at the kiss, her cock giving another pulse of excitement. Quickly, she recovered, returning the action. Her tongue moved and shifted, entwining and wrestling with the intruding one. Small moans and whimpers escaped from both the women as they made out.
The two of them broke the kiss, pulling apart. They both panted with excitement, strings of saliva running from one set of lips to the other.
Celestia straightened up, lifting herself off her daughter's back. As she did, she grabbed of Summer's arms, stroking along them gently as she made her way toward the wrists. Reaching them, Celestia gripped them tightly and pulled, bringing them up and behind Summer.
With a jerk of her hips, Celestia yanked more than half of her length from her daughter's sex, causing Summer to grunt out. Her grip on the wrists shifted and tightened. Celestia then pulled back hard, forcing Summer's back to bow, and thrusts forward, hips slapping loudly against the young backside as she buried herself.
Before Summer's cheeks stopped jiggling, Celestia pulled back and thrust into her again. She then repeated it again and again. Soon, she built up a fast rhythm, pulling Summer back hard every time she thrust forward.
For her part, Summer Solstice could do nothing but let herself get fucked silly. Her back was bent to its limit. Her arms were pulled back until they threatened to leave the sockets. Her muscles ached and burned. Every yank backwards sent a bolt of pain through her. Every slam forward made her breasts bounce and jiggle. Every thrust buried that long, hard, thick length deep into her body. Every slap against her ass brought a fresh sting, making the white skin turn redder and redder.
And Summer was enjoying every second of it. Pain and pleasure ran and mixed together, coursing throughout her body. Everything hurt. Everything felt so good. It all made it impossible for her to think clearly.
She felt herself quickly reaching another climax, and she tried to say so, but could only let out a series of grunts.
Reaching her limit, she threw her head back, screaming out in pleasure until her lungs ran out of air. Pleasure exploded throughout her body, overloading her senses. Her vision blurred and blackened around the edges as she was overwhelmed, nearly to the point of blacking out. Inner walls clamped down as tight as possible, squeezing and stroking the length desperately. Feminine fluid soaked her legs, and the sheets beneath her.
As Summer's climax reached her end, her entire body went limp. Every part of her tingled, and felt hypersensitive, like she could feel every cell of body. At the same time, it all felt heavy, rubbery, and she could not make any of it move. Not that she could think clearly enough to do so, anyways.
Celestia released Summer's wrist, letting her flop face first onto the bed, and grabbed her hips.
"Well, it seems you've had your release," she said as she adjusted her position. "Now for my turn."
Celestia barely pulled back, just enough to give a quick, hard thrust forward. Her grip on Summer's hips tightened, making sure she could not move. Satisfied, she started to give, quick, short strokes, not even pulling away enough for Celestia's hips to move away from Summer's bottom.
Each thrust caused Summer to give a small squeak. She could feel the head tapping against her cervix repeatedly. Not enough to hurt, but definitely enough for her to notice.
Summer closed her eyes, and managed the energy to squeeze her inner walls hard.
It was enough to send Celestia over the edge. With a grunt, she gave one last thrust, burying herself as deep into Summer as she could. The length swelled and twitched, unleashing spurt after massive spurt of thick, fertile semen. Each shot hit her daughter's cervix, a small amount of it making its way into her womb.
Although, as much as they enjoyed the fantasy, neither of them actually intended for Summer to get impregnated. As such, Summer's birth control made sure that there was nothing for Celestia to fertilize.
Once her climax came to an end, Celestia pulled out, a final drop escaping the tip as she did, and moved to sit on the bed.
"Good girl," she said, turning to smile at Summer. "You did wonderfully." She tilted her head, eyes narrowing. "And look so much more relaxed." She leaned back, spread her legs, and raised an eyebrow. "Do you feel like cleaning me up, or have you had enough?"
Summer lifted her head and looked at her mother. Her gaze drifted from Celestia's face, down to her large, soft breasts, across her stomach, and stopped at her dick. The softening length was soaked in their juices, glistening in the light, with strings of their fluids dripping from it. It looked so tempting. Plus, Summer knew from past experience that her mother was pretty resilient, able to go two or even three times before needing a real break.
She knew what was really being asked.
The doorbell rang.
With a sigh, Celestia got up and grabbed a robe.
"I'll go see who it is," she said as she pulled it on. "You should go get dressed." She paused, staring at Summer for a moment, before tying her belt. "That is, once you're able to walk again."
