Message-ID: <42256asstr$1052061002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [filthyfiction@hotmail.com] From: "S Harper" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 04 May 2003 09:23:27.0713 (UTC) FILETIME=[D1F21D10:01C3121E] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 04 May 2003 09:23:27 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Story: Harper Valley USA-Chapter 2: The Promise {Filthy Fiction} Date: Sun, 4 May 2003 11:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 helps eliminate e-mail viruses. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus <1st attachment, "Chapter 2-The Promise.txt" begin> Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. While all of the sex depicted is consensual, the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. This is the second chapter of what will be a continuing series depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose stories, this series will focus heavily (though, not totally) on that particular fetish, as well as the obvious incest themes. Each chapter will be written predominantly from the point of view of one member of the family. We hope you enjoy it. Please send your comments andsuggestions. Your friends at Filthy Fiction... Story codes: (F/f, inc, family, teen pantyhose, rimming, cum, oral, voy, exh, bi, solo, slow, plot, cons, rom) Harper Valley USA By Filthy Fiction Chapter Two The Promise Shelly Harper looked as if her quaint smile and charming middle-class face had been drizzled all over with white creamy frosting. Her son, Jonathan, had just decorated her lovely face with a fresh coat of warm jizz that wiggled and hung off her face like wet glue. The major cum shower had left the 36-year-old mother and housewife feeling especially horny, as she stood half-naked in her modern kitchen. Tiffany, her fresh-faced daughter, casually leaned against the center island, with her sunny blonde tresses and flossy bangs framing her angelic face. She had just taken her velvety tongue and used it to spoon off the sticky jam that her brother had left smeared all over her mother's chin. She noisily munched on a bite-sized carrot, cheerfully mixing the sweet and sour flavors in her mouth. She had often claimed that her brother's cum tasted even better than ranch dressing. As Tiffany stood beside Shelly, wearing the same red-on-white uniform that her mother had worn during her own days as a cheerleader, Shelly couldn't help noticing the way her daughter's figure had developed over the summer. Her fuller breasts and rounder hips filled out the tight shell and pleated skirt much more than they had the year before. Her ivory skin glistened with glowing perspiration, no doubt after a hearty workout during cheer practice. Even in mid-November, the radiant California sun was still hot enough to make young bodies swelter. As Tiffany crossed one leg in front of the other, fingers lacing behind her back, Shelly openly admired her comely daughter's petite figure. The thought of her daughter kicking and tumbling through all of those strenuous routines made Shelly imagine all the dewy moisture that had surely gathered between those taut buttcheeks. She wet her lips hungrily as she soon developed an urgent craving for the zesty flavor of her daughter's sweaty asshole. With a crooked smile and a naughty twinkle in her flirty blue eyes, Tiffany cocked her head to the side, twirled a loose hair around her finger and asked playfully, "So where do you wantme?" Shelly gulped. "Umm," she said, clearing her throat. "Why don't you just bend over and flip up your skirt." "Yes, ma'am," Tiffany said, starting to turn around. "Hmm," Shelly said, noticing something out of place. "Weren't you wearing hose this morning?" Her daughter blushed. "Umm, yeah," she admitted, nervously caressing her bare legs. "Actually, I borrowed a pair of your nude control-tops. They felt really great, too." "And.?" "And what?" she said evasively. "I took them off." "Why?" Shelly asked, sensing where this was leading. Tiffany's defensive tone went up another octave. "Because," she said sheepishly, "they had cum all over them." "They what?" Shelly snapped, folding her arms. "Those hose cost me six dollars at Macy's. How the hell did you get cum all over them?" Tiffany sighed, shuffling her feet anxiously, as she stared at the floor. "Well," she offered, with reluctance. "I kind of told Adam that he could watch me play with myself during fourth period." Shelly sniffed. "And why would you do that?" "Because," Tiffany added, "his sister's always telling me what a big cock he has." "I see," her mother deduced. "So this was your way of getting him to show it to you?" "Well, yeah," Tiffany said. "We went into the supply room behind the gym. I would have taken the hose off, but Adam said they made me look sexy, so I left them on for him. I was kind of surprised because I really thought he wanted to fuck me, but he just stood there watching. The next thing I knew, his cum was all over my legs." Shelly smiled. She could recall similar episodes from her own days in high school. After a brief pause, she eyed her daughter directly and asked calmly. "Did you want him to fuck you?" Tiffany blushed. "You should have seen his cock, Mom. It was almost as big as Dad's. It got me so horny. I would have let him do anything. He just couldn't bring himself to touch me." "Why not?" "I guess it's because he knows I'm best friends with hissister." "Hmm," Shelly realized. "And that's why you came home soupset?" "Well, yeah," Tiffany said. "I mean, I'm pretty sure he's been wanting to fuck me for months. I just wasn't ready. But then, on the day when he finally gets his chance, what does he do? He shoots his load all over me and walks off like a fucking lame-ass." Shelly had a somber expression on her face as she flatly remarked, "And that was probably a good thing, in the long run, don't you think?" "Good?" Tiffany whined. "How can this be good? I feel like a shit right now. How could he be so thoughtless? I wanted to kill him." "That's exactly my point," Shelly said. "It's obvious that he doesn't really care about you. So why waste your time worrying about him? At least, now, you haven't broken your promise." "My promise?" Tiffany said blinking. "Yeah, you do remember, don't you?" Shelly said. "About six months ago, you promised you wouldn't have sex with anyone outside the family until you're 18. I thought you understood that." Tiffany inhaled. "You were serious about that?" Shelly nodded soberly. "Of course. What made you think we weren't?" Tiffany shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just figured I could date whomever I like, as long as I don't go blabbing about our private life." "Dating is fine," Shelly said. "We just don't think it's a good idea for you to be having sex. You're way more experienced than the other kids your age. It might lead to questions. We can't risk that. Once you reach legal age and start dating real men, then we'll be able to help you pick out someone appropriate, someone who would fit in with our lifestyle." "But?" Tiffany said, with a pained expression on her pouting face. "But what?" Shelly asked. "I'm really starting to like Adam" "Adam Resnick?" said Jonathan, returning from his shower in gray shorts and a black Spiderman T-shirt. His hair was still glistening. He strolled over to his sister, leaned forward and shook his head like a wet dog. The cold sprinkles made Tiffany shriek and then angrily shove him in the chest. "Oh, you little shit." She snarled. "You are so dead.Mom, look what he did. I'm all wet." Jonathan snickered. "Yeah, like that's unusual." Tiffany punched him in the arm. "Shut up, shit-head! And don't even think about crawling in bed with me tonight. You aren't getting any for awhile." Jonathan shrugged. "That's all right. Mom will take care of me. Right, Mom?" Shelly was staring at her receipt, wondering if she had forgotten to buy ketchup. She waved back at them, muttering, "I'm not getting involved, so don't even bother." Jonathan just looked at his sister and stuck out his tongue. Tiffany gave him the finger. "So what's up with you and Adam?" he said. Tiffany fumed. "Johnny, would you just drop it already?" "Don't tell me you're screwing that guy," Jonathan said. "You little slut. Wait till Dad finds out." "Mom!" Tiffany yelled. "Would you please tell him to shut up?" Shelly glared at Jonathan as her voice deepened assertively. "Jonathan, please," his mother said. "That's enough. Why don't you give your sister and I some privacy for a while, if you don't mind?" Jonathan shrugged. "Sure," he said. "I was planning to go rent some games anyway. I'll be back in time for dinner," he said, stepping out the backdoor. As Jonathan left, Tiffany sank her head and quietly slumped out of the kitchen. She sighed as she slowly traipsed into the living room. Shelly followed. Greg's video still played on the television. Shelly clicked it off. She watched Tiffany plop herself down on the black leather couch. As Shelly joined her on the sofa, Tiffany stared blankly into space. Shelly positioned herself at an angle where she could look directly at her daughter's face. She waved her hand through Tiffany's field of vision, hoping to gain her attention. "Hey," Shelly said quietly. "I'm over here. Can we talk for a minute?" Shelly gave her a moment to think it through. Tiffany gazed silently into the distance. Her lifeless eyes dimly wandered around the room. Her idle stare settled on the white mantle above the empty fireplace. Shelly guessed she was probably looking at the family photos. Her favorite picture was one Shelly had taken of her and her father during their last vacation in Orlando. Tiffany had been standing by the pool, when Greg ran over and suddenly scooped her up in his arms. With one arm under her back and the other below her knees, Greg lifted his daughter like a wedding groom carries his new bride. Tiffany flung her arm around his broad shoulders, with her free hand joyfully waving to the camera. They were both smiling and laughing so much. It was obvious to Shelly and anyone watching how much they dearly loved each other. When the camera flashed, Greg quickly spun around and tossed his daughter into the pool. That was two years ago. After huffing and sighing for several seconds, Tiffany grudgingly relented. "Yeah, I guess," she answered reluctantly. "Thank you," Shelly said, recalling her husband who often said how much her daughter resembled her when she was upset. The lift in Tiffany's face had sunken into a heavy sourpuss. Shelly wanted to reach over and give her daughter a hug, but that stiff, distant posture warned her not to even try. Instead, Shelly reached out verbally, doing her best to add warmth to the probing tone of her voice. "Sweetheart," Shelly said, sounding a bit wounded. "Why didn't you tell me things had gotten so serious between you and Adam? I thought he stopped calling you months ago." "He did," Tiffany said. "We broke up before summer vacation. I told him we should just be friends. I didn't want to hurt Shannon. Then, I went over their one day just to hang out. Out of nowhere, we just started making out in his basement. Shannon was upstairs. I didn't want her to think anything was going on. So I just kind of brushed him off. After that, he lost interest. Or, I thought he did, anyway." "So what changed?" Shelly asked. "Well," Tiffany explained. "We didn't really see each other all summer. Then, we saw each other again when school started, and it was just, like." "Instant chemistry," Shelly said. "Totally," Tiffany said. "He's got longer hair and a goatee, plus this cute little earring. I think he's been working out too. He's much bigger now." "So I've heard," Shelly said, grinning. Tiffany blushed. "Anyway, I told him that I was trying out for pep squad and all that. He was really encouraging, which was pretty cool considering my chances as a sophomore." "And then you made the squad," Shelly said, with a hint ofpride. "Right," Tiffany replied. "That's when everything changed. The day he saw me in my uniform." "Why am I not surprised?" Shelly teased. Tiffany smiled. "I guess he has a thing for cheerleaders." "All men do," Shelly said. Tiffany giggled. "It's funny though," she said. "Adam used to tell me he hated cheerleaders. Shannon still does. Of course, that's only because of Ashley and Danielle. Those two can be real bitches. Shannon actually threatened to stop talking to me, when I started hanging out with them. She doesn't get that we're just teammates. So it's not like I have a choice. Anyway, we're working that out, but still." "Tiffany," Shelly said silencing her nervous daughter with a finger on her lips. "Listen to me, honey. This thing with Adam has to stop right now. You can't let it go on any longer. Your father would be very disappointed. I'm sure you don't want that." "No, of course I don't," Tiffany said. "I love my family more than anything, even Jonathan, when he's not being obnoxious. I just can't help the way I feel about Adam. He's moving to Boston for college next year. I know he'll want to have sex at least once before he leaves. Honestly, Mom, the way I feel when he looks at me, I'm not sure that I could say no." Shelly turned to look at her daughter. The love she saw on Tiffany's innocent face reminded her of falling for Greg, at the same school, many years before. She leaned closer and lightly combed her manicured fingers through her daughter's hair. Warmly, she whispered. "You really like this boy, don't you, sweetheart?" Tiffany slowly nodded. "He's so gorgeous." "Hmm," Shelly mulled quietly. "Is his cock really that big?" "Like a baby's arm," Tiffany answered, failing to hold her back her smile. "You should have seen all that cum too. He sprayed like a water hose." Shelly squirmed, trembling at the mere thought. "Well," she concluded quickly. "If he's that handsome, and that well-hung, with a pair of balls as loaded as that, maybe you should invite him over for dinner next week." Tiffany beamed. "That would be awesome!" she said, leaping over to give her mother a full-bodied squeeze. "Thank you, Mom. You won't be disappointed. I swear." Shelly smiled. "You're welcome, honey. Remember, I'm just trying to do what's best for you. Besides," she added, "convincing me was the easy part. Now, you'll have to convince your father." Tiffany pursed her lips together. She leaned back, folded her arms and sighed anxiously. After a moment, she looked at her mother with pleading eyes and said, "Do you think you could talk to him for me?" Shelly bluntly answered, "Sweetheart, you've been sucking your father's cock for over a year. It's kind of late to feel intimidated now, don't you think? You're not a baby anymore. You can handle this. Just talk to him." Tiffany sighed again. Her head sunk, only to rise up again. "Will you at least be there with me?" "Of course," Shelly promised. "I'll be right here." Tiffany leaned over and kissed her mother on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom." "You're welcome, honey," Shelly said, surprising her daughter with a sudden kiss on the mouth. Her lip-gloss tasted like cherries. Shelly lingered there, licking and nibbling her daughter's fleshy lips before easing back and pelting her ginger-scented neck with one baby soft kiss after another. Love bites made Tiffany gasp out loud. Shelly cradled her daughter by the chin and turned her face forward. Her tongue reached out. Tiffany extended hers too. The warm spongy tips met halfway. Soft licks and delicate flutters heated their clinching bodies. Shelly rushed into Tiffany's mouth with her wet driving tongue. Tiffany seized it between her wanton lips and earnestly sucked. They came away heaving and gasping for air. Shelly was quickly on her feet. She reached out and lifted Tiffany by the hand. Their fingers entwined as Shelly smiled and wondered out loud. "Do you think Jonathan left any hot water?" Tiffany shook her head. "I doubt it. Why?" "Because I think it's time you and I jumped in the shower," Shelly said. Tiffany's lips curled into wicked smile as she followed her mother's lead. Shelly's hand never let go as she led her daughter down the hall to her bedroom. The autumn sun was slowly receding, as the room faded into shadow. Shelly flipped on the light. The room filled with the sudden whir of the ceiling fan. Tiffany stood quietly in front of her mother at the foot of her parent's king-sized bed. Shelly again noted how her young breasts had grown fuller over the summer. She was easily a C-cup by now. Her oval face still carried some baby fat around her rosy cheeks, but her blue eyes and pouty lips emitted a raw sexual energy. Tiffany was still about three inches shorter than her mother; her figure was more slender. Still, she had plenty of curves that she never hesitated to show off -- a trait she no doubt inherited from her mother. Shelly casually unzipped her skirt and wiggled her hips. Her skirt slid down to the floor. She reached back to undo her bra, but Tiffany held her arm, gently prodding her to turn around. Shelly obeyed and faced the window as Tiffany undid the clasp. Her daughter's hands swept over her shoulders, then eased down the straps of her bra. Shelly felt goose bumps as her bra fell off. Her nipples swelled on contact with the naked air. Tiffany's hands curved around her mother's bare chest. She rose on her tiptoes, kissing the back of her mother's neck. Shelly shivered. Her daughter's fingertips danced around her pink areolas. Tiffany gave each nipple a gentle squeeze, making her mother's knees wobble. Shelly spun around, kissing her daughter's hot little mouth. They moaned breathlessly, mashing their lips hard, stealing air from each other's lungs. Tiffany flung her arms around her mother's neck, still standing on her toes. Shelly's hands slid around Tiffany's waist and softly rubbed her back. Her daughter's tongue felt soft and wet as she lovingly massaged it with her own. Her naked breasts rubbed against her daughter's top. Shelly yearned to feel skin on skin. She whispered urgently. "Take off your shirt." Tiffany didn't hesitate. She yanked the top over her head, and tossed it like a rag. Her tits wobbled in plain sight for her mother to admire. Tiffany didn't care much for bras. She let her hands rest on her hips, then looked at her mother with indecision on her sweet face. "Skirt, too?" Tiffany asked. Shelly's voice deepened, as she slowly nodded. "Everything." Tiffany smiled. She clearly enjoyed being the object of her mother's lust. The physical connection they shared was far different than between her father and brother. Everything Tiffany knew about pleasing a man she had basically learned from her mother. At 39, her father was at that age where he knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't very interested in much else. Tiffany had already been given some pretty thorough instruction on what he liked. Her brother was just too young and na ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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