I glance back over at Brittany and see that she has once again fallen asleep. I stand up and fiddle with my luggage in the overhead. It gives me an opportunity to check and see what Sofia is doing. She looks to be watching a video on her laptop. Victoria took some Xanax and looks to be as asleep as her daughter. Now is my chance. I can hash things out with Sofia.
I make it about two rows when a voice softly calls out, “Lindsay?”
Standing up at her luggage compartment is none other than Addison, looking like a hot little minx in a black and white dress with a plunging neckline and a skirt so short it looks like it was meant to be worn with a bikini. Her long legs are tanned and her hair, previously pink and blue, has been re-colored several shades of purple.
“Addison,” I say, trying to mentally switch gears. “I… I tried to get a hold of you in Paris. You never responded to my text.”
I decide to leave out that it was texts plural and I was borderline pining for her the first couple days in Paris.
“Oh, no!” She holds out her hand. “Let me see your phone.”
I reach into my purse and pass her my unlocked phone. She flips through my contacts and shakes her head.
“One digit off. I’m sorry, it’s a new phone. I was wondering what I did wrong that you didn’t call me.” She hands the phone back. “I fixed it. You can try it if you want.”
She takes her phone out of her pocket. Its jeweled case glitters, every bit as beautiful and adorable as its owner. I hit the dial button on my phone and hers begins to vibrate.
“Helllloooo?” She answers.
“I’m looking for a sexy teenager with violet hair,” I say in my breathiest voice.
“Oooh,” she replies, doing her own phone sex operator impression. “I might have a horny teen available. Would you like to be connected?”
Yes. Yes I would like to be connected.
Lips top lips, pressing her against the wall of the bathroom so hard she bumps her head. She grabs the sink for balance as I fuck her sexy little mouth with my tongue. My hand works into the plunging neck of her top, feeling the warm softness of one of Addison’s huge tits and her fat nipple against my palm. I squeeze that tender flesh as our tongues wrestle within our kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot,” she gasps. “I want to taste your pussy.”
She tries to push me back so she can get down on her knees. I growl “no” and shove her back against the wall. I roughly pull her dress’s plunging neck wide apart, popping those magnificent tits out, pert despite their size, her fat nipples jutting out eager for my touch. I run my fingers over them slowly before I sink to my knees and bury my face in her soft cleavage.
The binding of her dress pushes her tits together, making a tight space that I explore with my kiss and my tongue. She sighs and strokes my head. I begin to suck her breasts. No, that’s not quite right. Not simply suck. I engulf her nipples and open wide for her areolas. I lather her nipples, teasing and sucking, adoring them. Filling my hands with her breasts and my mouth with her sexy mounds. My lips pop loudly. She squeals with pleasure each hard suck I give her.
As I continue to worship Addison’s lovely tits, my hands begin to work from her knees up her thighs and under her skirt. She’s wearing a thong that barely covers her teenage mound. I drag those panties down her thighs, eliciting another moan of lust as she steps out of them and holds her dress up to show me that beautiful pussy.
All of my anger at myself over what happened between Sofia and I in the swinger’s club is still there. I can’t get rid of that. So I focus it. I somehow transmogrify it from shame and anger into lust and more lust. Desire working to a frenzy as I relinquish sucking on Addison’s glistening nipples and move lower. I inhale the scent of her arousal, the sweat of her body. I kiss her thighs and press my face between her legs.
She is as sweet beneath my tongue as she is eager to be tasted. She leans her shoulders against the wall and cocks her hips forward, giving me even better access to her sweet slit. I suck at that adorable velvet flower and look up at her as she squeezes her fat tits and plucks at her plump nipples.
“Ohhhhhh yes, Lindsay,” she gasps. “I’ve been fantasizing about this all week. Fuck Paris! This is what I’ve been needing!”
Really? My tongue is better than Paris? Well, I’d better show the girl what I can do!
I drive Addison over the edge with my talented tongue, lapping frenziedly at her pink bead as her nectar spills down my chin. I can hardly contain my lust for her as I interrupt one orgasm to drive her into the next, fingering her hot channel and sucking at her clit. There is a knock on the door and a complaint from a passenger to quiet to be heard. Addison turns on the sink to cover her moaning and fucks against my face.
“Oh my god,” she squeals, “I’m coming again!”
My big-titted teen goddess gets a tongue worship of her twat to equal her tits. But I’ve only started with her. With an impatient passenger pounding on the door, I rise high on my knees and turn Addison around.
“What are you doing?!” she cries.
“I’m going to eat that lovely little butt!” I hold up the back of her dress and give her firm bottom a smack. “Now spread it for me, sweetie. Show me that little hole!”
“Ohhhh, you’re so bad,” she purrs, but obeys, reaching back to spread her ass and give my tongue full access to her hot little hole. I dine on her backdoor and let my fingers work her pussy.
“Oh, sweetie, your little ass is so good,” I moan into her crack. “I’m going to get deep in there with my tongue.”
“Yessss!” she cries, working her hips and grinding her ass against my tongue.
Tongue-fucking her asshole while she moans my name is a good way to tame her teenage libido. I have her pink wrinkle glistening and gently gaped while copious girlcum spills down my fingers. She fucks back onto my tongue, cumming for the third or maybe fourth time while I bury my face in her firm butt.
The mile high club has been joined by both of us. My panties are drenched, but further satisfaction will have to wait as a stewardess announces through the door, “Ma’am you will need to exit the restroom or I will use the master key.”
Addison and I are giggling and red as the door opens on us. At least we’ve had a chance to clean ourselves up a little. We get a mixture of glares, amusement, appreciation, and even a clapper from the passengers near the restroom.
“Disgusting,” sneers an old man.
“Don’t listen to him,” says a nun. “You were doing god’s work in there.”
I don’t know if I will ever see Addison after this flight, but I do know one thing: if anyone can keep me away from Sofia, it’s Addison. I might just have to keep in touch.
Part Five
Reconnecting
Desperate Connection
“I want to be with Sofia,” I say. “Every day I look at her and she only seems to get more beautiful. I want to kiss her and caress her and I can’t do that. I’m her mother. I want what I can’t have. What her stepfather has.”
There is a moment while the Skype connection catches up with something. For a second, Addison, the busty blue-haired teen who I met on my trip to Paris, is frozen on the screen with a look of surprise on her pretty face. She’s wearing a black, lacy balconette bra that manage to further enhance her lusciously plump bust.
Addison is sitting cross legged on her bed, stripped down to her bra and panties, and with a pair of dildos sitting beside her. One dildo is designed to look like a real African American penis with some sort of tube and pump apparatus attached to the bottom, the other like an abstract phallus with vibrating control.
I’ve Skyped with Addison a few times and this is the first I’ve seen of the dildo with the pump. It’s also the first time I’ve really talked about my desire to be with Sofia. And the freeze in this connection is starting to make me worry. Has confessing my attraction to my adult daughter made her disconnect?
“Hello?” I say, feeling a tightening of fear in my tummy. Just my
luck, I finally blurt out the truth about my desires to this girl who has served as an outlet for my lust and she shuts me off.
“…alk to me about it,” comes the audio. A moment later the picture unfreezes and I see Addison is smiling sympathetically and leaning towards the camera on her laptop. She pauses and waits as our connection sync up again. “Am I helping?”
I am sitting similar to Addison on my bed and looking at my laptop. I am nude except for a gauzy robe I like to wear when I am trying to turn someone on. My nipples are jutting beneath the material as it clings to my ample breasts. The robe is open in a wide V that shows off the side of my breasts and down to my navel. I am leaned against the headboard of my bed and my thighs are apart, the computer’s camera aimed to provide Addison with a good view of most of my body.
A little tilt of the top of the camera will reveal my neatly-trimmed pussy already glistening with moisture. Some of it, I’m ashamed to admit, is from my confession.
“You’re helping more than you know, sweetie,” I say. “Having you is helping me keep my head clear and not, you know, muddled with these thoughts.”
“They seem like a problem,” she admits. “But thoughts are one thing. You haven’t acted on them, have you?”
Guilty images flood my head. Paris. A swinger’s club. High and drunk. A masked teenage beauty joining me in the heat of the moment. Was it Sofia? Kisses that lingered too long with my daughter. Touching myself while I watch her with someone else. Touching myself while I think about her with Victoria, her most frequent lover.
“No,” I lie to Addison.
“Good,” she says. “I don’t think I could handle it if, like, my mom came onto me, you know? But a sexy older woman… that is super hot.”
She leans back a little and runs teasing fingers over the toys she has brought today.
“I have about an hour before I have to be at work,” she says. “Would you like me to help you get your mind off your daughter?”
“Yes!” the word almost leaps from my lips.
“I brought the purple one you ordered for me off the Internet.” She holds up the vibrator I bought for her. She picks up the dildo designed to look like a black man’s cock. “I also have this. I thought it might be fun.”
“Are you sure you can handle it?” I ask.
“For you, Lindsay, I’ll handle anything.” She gives me a wink and lifts up the rubber bulb and hose running into the bottom. “I actually went into the porno store downtown and bought this. Can you believe that? I thought the guy at the register was going to have a stroke.”
“What does it do?”
“It came with this bottle of ‘cum’ lube that looks like jizz and you put it in the bulb and you can squirt it out of the dildo like a guy cumming. I tried it in the sink and it works. It was hilarious.” She lifts the tip up to her lips and flicks her tongue at the head. “You’re in charge, Linnnnndsay.”
I love the way she says my name when she’s trying to tease me. She flicks her tongue all over the glans of the dildo. It has to be at least ten inches long and as thick as any real cock I’ve ever seen. It actually make me a little jealous to see her licking such a realistic-looking cock. But I’m in charge, right? Like she said. I have nothing to be jealous of.
I spread my thighs a little more and bring my knees up as I lean forward and tilt the lid of the laptop. She can see my pussy as I begin to gently stroke it with my fingers.
“Mmmm, you like to see me licking this?” She lets her tongue extend a little more and begins to give it long, wet licks that drip down the shaft to the molded balls.
“Suck it,” I murmur. “Show me how you suck a man’s cock when I’m not around.”
“Mmmm, boys are off-limits for me now,” she purrs, “but I’ll show you how I used to do it.”
It gives me a fresh thrill to watch the beautiful teenager run her tongue from the dildo’s molded balls, along the underside of its veiny shaft, and up to the tip of the glans. She looks at me as she runs her tongue around it a few times before engulfing the dildo’s fat tip with her soft lips. She closes her eyes as she begins to bob up and down on her imaginary lover. I can’t resist touching myself to the sight, gently rubbing a circle on my clit in time to the gentle bob of Addison’s lips. She slurps and I softly moan like a call and response.
I push a finger into my hot channel as Addison begins to suck her dildo harder and a little faster. She lets her saliva coat the tip and lifts her lips with a releasing pop of suction.
“It tastes so good,” she moans and sucks for the camera. For me. I pump two fingers into my pussy, working the heel of my palm against my clit.
“Fuck yourself with it,” I moan. “Let me… mmm… I want you to fuck… fuck yourself.”
“Oh, Lindsay,” she drools onto the cock. “I’m so wet for it.”
She puts the toy aside for a moment to release her gorgeous tits from her bra. She cradles them in her hands and runs her thumbs over her erect nipples.
“Let me see you too,” she says.
I untie the robe and throw it open. I shrug out of it, leaving my fingers pumping in my pussy and one sleeve of the robe still on my arm.
“That’s fucking hot,” giggles the teen.
She puts her legs up and squirms out of her panties. Her ass is small and firm compared to my womanly booty. She tosses aside her underwear and scoops up the spit-lubed dildo. She keeps her legs up, her knees bent and her feet hanging forward as she props her head with a pillow to see the laptop screen.
“Mmmmm, it’s so big,” she moans, rubbing the dildo against her hairless entrance. “I’m not sure my little pussy can take it all.”
“You promised me you would,” I remind her and fuck myself a little faster with my fingers.
The image breaks up just as she thrusts it into her pink pussy, her back arched, mouth hanging open and eyes closed tight in a moment of exquisite effort. For long seconds it hangs like that and then the video surges into motion again and she is thrusting the dildo in and out of her teenage pussy.
“Is that good? Is it good? Ohhhh it’s so good,” she pants. “This big, thick, black cock. I’m fucking it for you, Lindsay.”
She squeals as she pinches her nipple. The sight of the huge cock stretching open the teen is enough to drive me to the edge. I fuck my fingers furiously into my pussy. I hold back my lust, waiting and watching her pleasure grow on the image on my laptop. I can hear her breathing begin to grow heavy. The flush of her pleasure is clearly spreading across hear chest above her heaving tits and up to her throat.
“Harder,” I gasp, working my fingers into my wet channel. My juices spilling down my asshole as I pump those fingers in and out. “Fuck yourself, fuck it harder, sweetie.”
“Yeahhhh!” She uses both hands, pounding the cock into her pussy. “Ohhhhh god, I’m close. I want to cum. I want it to cum all over me.”
She fumbles for the bulb. Finds it with her slick fingers. I feel my own pleasure on the very cusp.
“Not on you,” I say. “Cum inside your pussy. Do it… do it inside…”
“Ohhhhhhh yes!” She screams, thrusting herself at the cock and thrusting her pussy at the camera. “Oh, god! I’m right there! Oh, Lindsayyyyy!”
I feel the hot surge of pleasure inside my channel and throbbing from my clit. My inner walls reflexively clamp against my thrusting digits. On screen, Addison’s eyes clamp shut and I watch her fist squeeze the bulb attached to the dildo. Once, twice, three times and then holding it shut, her toes curling in midair as her orgasm overwhelms her. The fake cum begins to leak out, down her crack and onto her little pink asshole and the bed beneath her.
“Oh my god,” she laughs. “Oh, it went so deep.”
She slides the dildo out with a lewd slurp. The fake cum flows out in a steady, silky stream down her crack and onto the bed. She catches some of it with her fingers and holds it up for the camera. I’m still shuddering with my own aftershocks. I manage a hoarse, “It looks real.”
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bsp; “It’s better than real,” she says, smearing it onto her tummy just above her waxed mound. “It doesn’t stain and it washes off easily. And it doesn’t smell all gross like guys smell.”
“I wish I was there to help you clean up,” I say, slipping my fingers from my pussy and holding them up for the camera.
“I’ll come visit you soon,” she says. “When daddy goes to Asia, I’ll sneak out to see you.”
The downside to cumming with Addison over Skype, other than not being able to cuddle with her afterwards, is that the doubts about my relationship with my daughter start to creep back in. I admit as much to Sofia.
“So, I’m like your drug that keeps you from going crazy.” She seems to consider the concept. “Yeah, I can live with that. But I can’t be on here diddling myself all the time, much as I would love to.”
“That’s the problem,” I say. “Without you around to keep me straight, the high starts to fade.”
“Awwww,” she pouts her lip. “Well, how about this? How about you go to get a massage. I think I actually know of a place in your area. You’ll love it.”
“I don’t know,” I say, thinking back to the massage I got in Paris.
“Oh, no, you’ll love it. Go alone. It’s for women only.”
Happy Endings
It isn’t a bad neighborhood, I swear. It is the sort of neighborhood with Vietnamese fusion food and lots of moms in Yoga pants walking around drinking smoothies and ice coffees. The address the Internet gave me leads me to a strip mall set at an odd angle with just two stores and the back of a 7-11 in the lot.
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