Message-ID: <44836asstr$1066489803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031018032246.19082.qmail@web14907.mail.yahoo.com> From: Thinking Horndog X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 20:22:46 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Second Best 026/136 {Thinking Horndog} (Ff-inc) Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2003 11:10:03 -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: dennyw, RuiJorge Chapter 26 __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "SecBest26.txt" begin> Author: Thinking Horndog Title: Second Best Part: 026 Universe: Second Best Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom. Keywords: Ff-inc Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg- inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc Chapter 26 In the beginning... Mandi had stood mesmerized, watching her mother drive the long rubbery object into her soaking vagina, weeping in frustration. When she detected her daughter, shame didn't occur to her - she was too far gone. "I can't manage to finish!" she wailed. "Every time I get close, I stiffen up, and then I can't move it any more!" Mandi had slowly drifted into the room, eyes fixed upon her mother's salacious activity while her own vagina became moist. Helen's eyes rolled as she fought to get that last few steps over the peak. "H-help me!" she wailed. Mandi, who had drifted into close enough range for physical contact, reached out tentatively, then withdrew her hand, "How?" "Pinch my nipples! Touch me - there - you know where!" Mandi reached out tentatively, and brushed her hand across her mother's stiff nipples, causing her to arch her back to obtain better contact, gasping, "Yesss..." Encouraged, Mandi reached out with her right hand, and gently grasped Helen's taut left nipple. Helen was beside herself. Mandi could have been ANYBODY - it didn't matter that she was her daughter. Helen had been living just below the peak of an orgasm for almost 30 minutes, and was about to die of frustration. So it was that her next words were not chosen with a whole lot of care... "Pull it! Pinch it! Twist it! Lick it! Suck it! Bite it! Pleeease!" Mandi was somewhat taken aback. To say that she had never seen her mother like this was an understatement. Her sexual education (both formal and informal), however, gave her some grasp of what was going on. She dived in and took a distended nipple in each hand and began following her mother's somewhat garbled instructions. The results were gratifying: Helen's eyes rolled up, and she stiffened, quivering, and emitted a low, breathy howl that lasted several seconds. Unfortunately, she lost motor control of the hand driving the false penis into her grasping vagina, and, with it, one of the prime components of her stimulation. After about 30 seconds of reaching futilely for that last crucial bit of sensation, she went slack, crying bitterly. This upset Mandi tremendously. "I'm sorry Momma - did I do something wrong?" she asked, preparing to cry. "No, Baby, you did just fine!" her mother gasped. "When I go stiff, I can't keep THIS moving" waving the dildo "and I can't quite..." "Cum?" Mandi supplied. After a second, she said, "Well, keep going, and I'll see what I can do..." Helen reinserted the dildo, and resumed her quest for fulfillment. Mandi resumed her ministrations on Helen's breasts, and in only a couple of minutes, Helen had again reached the plateau. Mandi reoriented, switching hands so that her left hand was teasing Helen's left nipple, and her right was working in close on the right. Then she took her courage in hand, and lowered her mouth onto the right nipple. Helen went instantly rigid, howling, "OOOOOOOOOOO..." Mandi, detecting that the dildo had again halted, reached out with her freed right hand - but she never got there. She came up short on the first grab, cupping her fingers directly onto Helen's distended clitoris, rather than the base of the dildo. That did it. Helen went absolutely nuts, initiating a jackhammering series of thrashing bounces on the bed. Mandi held on for dear life. She was certain that her mother was having an epileptic seizure - but just in case it WASN'T, she wasn't going to stop doing whatever was working so well. Mandi watched in fascination as the dildo - which had only been half inserted when Helen had abruptly lost control of it to grab a double handful of sheet - was slowly sucked in to the hilt by the pulsations of Helen's vagina. Despite her location with her head at her mother's breast, she could SEE the surface component of the powerful contractions as the tendons connecting her inner thighs to her pudenda stood out like cables. Helen was a skyrocket in the world's largest fireworks display. The climax that she had fought for so hard and so long would not be denied. She was one giant nerve ending. Making sounds was impossible - she had stopped breathing. After about 90 seconds of crescendoing waves of sensation, she lost consciousness. Mandi became frantic when her mother went limp. She became certain that it HAD been a seizure. "Momma! Momma!" she shouted. She shook Helen, getting a groggy response. She then put her head on Helen's chest, and was soothed somewhat by the sound of the heartbeat she found there. Remembering that epileptics were prone to biting their tongues, she positioned herself near her mother's head, and prepared to pry open her jaw by putting her thumb on her chin and pulling down. As she set herself above her mother's head so that she could gaze into her mouth, Helen began to swim up from unconsciousness. Feeling the hand on her chin, Helen swung an arm up, cupped Mandi's head to her, and kissed her full on the lips, opening her mouth and driving her tongue between Mandi's surprised lips. Mandi's surprise turned to relief as she realized that the tongue in her mouth was obviously fully functional. She relaxed, hugged herself to her mother, and returned the kiss, which broke only when Helen realized just who it was she was kissing. "Oh! I'm sorry, Dear!" Helen cried. "It's OK, Momma. Are you all right? You scared me to death!" "I'm fine, Dear. In fact, I'm better than I've been in some time..." The enormity of what she had done in her extremity began to dawn on Helen, and, with it, a certain amount of guilt. "I'm SO sorry, Baby - I just got carried away!" "Was that an orgasm? Wow!" Mandi burst out. "Yes, Dear. Best I've had in a long time, too! Thank you! I couldn't have done it without you!" Once again, the implications sank in, and Helen looked thoughtfully at her daughter, who, in her turn, regarded her mother sidelong. Mandi broke the silence that followed, "Uh, am I going to need help, too?" Helen grinned. If there was going to be a problem, it was already here... "Quite possibly. Until we can bring in a man around here, maybe we can 'help each other' -periodically - it'll be our little secret..." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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