“Honey, it’s time for your paper route!”
“Alright mom! I’m coming!” And Carly Simpson wasn’t
kidding. She was coming, hard. As she spoke to her
mother, she had three fingers of one hand jammed up her
tight teenage cunt, and she was using the other hand
to rub her swollen clit. She stood in front of the
full-length dressing mirror on the back of her closet
door, and watched herself as she orgasmed. The nipples
on her perky tits stood out like bullets, her curly
blond hair bounced on her shoulders, and her lithe back
arched while her knees buckled with the force of her
climax.
Finally, she pulled her fingers out and pulled her
panties up. Smoothing out her schoolgirl kilt and re-
buttoning her blouse – she never wore a bra – she gave
herself a smile in the mirror. “Carly, baby, you are
hot!” And she bounded out of her room and down the
stairs.
Her mom was already bundling papers into the carrier
bag. At thirty-four – she was only eighteen when she
had Carly – Beth Simpson was a pretty hot number
herself. She ate right and worked out, and if her hips
were a little wider and her breasts were a little less
perky, it all just added up to a curvaceousness that
was downright sexy. She was dressed in a light yellow
summer dress that rode up the backs of her thighs as
she bent over the stack of newspapers, coming just shy
of revealing her panties. Carly smiled when she saw her
mother from behind. “Ooo, Mommy. Shake that thing for
me.”
“Never mind that, young lady. We’re going to be late
for your rounds if you don’t give me a hand here,
and…” Beth paused and sniffed the air, “Carly! You
reek of sex! Have you been upstairs masturbating?”
“Just getting ready for work, mom. Here, I used this
hand.” Carly stuck her still-damp fingers under her
mother’s nose and wiggled them about. “Take a nice
whiff.”
“You little tramp. There’s no time for that, now. We’ve
got to hit the road.”
Beth and her daughter gathered up the rest of the
papers and carried them out to the car. Carly loaded
the papers into the back seat on the passenger side,
and Beth went around to the driver’s seat. As Carly got
into the passenger seat, she lifted the hem of her
skirt and flashed her little white cotton panties at
her mother. “Look mom, they’re still a little wet from
when I came. I’ve come three times today while wearing
these. I fingered myself in the girl’s room after
science class, and Marianne Dobson and I played with
each other in Social Studies, while the class was dark
for a film.”
“You’re going to get caught one of these days, and then
what’ll you do?”
“It depends on who catches me. If it’s Miss Trendle,
I’ll lick her cunt for her. I’ve seen her looking at
me. I always hike my skirt up a little higher when I go
to her class. She totally wants me.”
Beth pulled the car around the corner and stopped at
the bottom of a driveway. Carly ran out and dropped a
newspaper on the doorstep. When she returned to the
car, she asked “Where’s our first stop today?”
Her mother checked the note pinned to the sun visor.
“Number 23. Mrs. Lewis.”
“Oh good. Mrs. Lewis is easy. I just have to lie there,
and she does stuff to me. Last time, I didn’t even have
to eat her pussy, she came while she was eating mine.”
“Well, don’t get lazy. Mrs. Lewis is one of our best
customers. Make sure she gets what she wants.”
There were a few more regular deliveries before they
got to Number 23. At one, Carly stood on the front
stoop and flipped her skirt up in back, pulling her
panties down and mooning her mother. It was broad
daylight on the quiet street, but Beth was pretty sure
no one saw. “Damn, that little slut has got a tight
ass.”
Finally they arrived at the Lewis house. Carly grabbed
a newspaper and her ‘special delivery’ bag and headed
up to the front door. She rapped the heavy brass
knocker once, and heard a muffled “Come in, it’s open,”
in response. Turning to give her mother a wave, Carly
Simpson entered Number 23.
“Hello?” she called as she stepped slowly into the dim
front hallway. The curtains in the front room were
drawn, and there was the flicker of candlelight playing
on the walls. As she rounded the corner, her breath
caught in her throat.
Emilia Lewis was in her late forties. A thickset woman
who battled against fat, Carly had always found the
voluptuous Mrs. Lewis to be sexy in her own way. But
what she saw today was a changed woman. The housewife
was decked out in leather sex gear, including thigh-
high boots, garters and a bustier which cupped only the
bottom of her full round tits, leaving the nipples
exposed. What made Carly gasp, though, was the thick,
long dildo jutting out from the woman’s crotch, already
glistening.
“I’ve been waiting all afternoon for you Carly. Why
don’t you come in and visit for a while?”
Beth Simpson circled the car around the block, and
pulled over on the side of the road. She flicked on the
radio and settled back in the seat. Carly was usually a
good hour at the Lewis house. Any longer and Mr. Lewis
might get home and catch them. Beth knew Brian Lewis,
she had sucked his cock at a neighbourhood party a
couple of years ago, and she knew that if he caught her
teenage daughter with his wife he’d be as inclined to
join in as anything, but Carly didn’t do men.
Carly had been only eleven when Beth first caught her
masturbating. What really shocked the mother was that
Carly hadn’t been embarrassed at all. “Do you ever do
this, Mommy? It feels great. Here let me show you…”
and the little girl had lifted her stunned Mother’s
skirt and was fingering her twat before she had a
chance to react. When Beth had finally protested, Carly
had simply asked “What’s the matter, Mommy, don’t you
like it?” And Beth had liked it, liked it more than she
ever would have imagined.
By the end of the week, Beth and Carly were fucking
each other with strap-ons on the living room floor, and
sleeping in each other’s arms every night. Beth’s
husband had been out of the picture since Carly was a
toddler, so there was no one to hide their tryst from.
At 21, Carly had started her paper route, and
within just a few weeks, she had confessed to her
Mother that she’d eaten the pussy of one of her regular
customers, when she called on her to pay her bill. That
night, Beth had gone around to the customer’s house,
and told the stunned and embarrassed woman that if she
wanted the hot little teen to lick her cunt, it was
going to cost more than a ten-dollar tip.
And so, Beth became her daughter’s pimp. To date they
had nearly 30 regular customers, all over the
neighbourhood. Some married, some single. Some
otherwise straight, some out-and-out lesbian, but all
loved getting their regular visit form a teenage
hottie. And Carly couldn’t be happier. She was a
straight-up lezzy whore, and she was never happier than
when her face was buried between a pair of thighs. She
could visit a dozen customers in an evening, and still
want to fuck her Mom when she got home. And that was
fine with Beth.
Back at Number 23, Carly hadn’t even had time to get
undressed. She was laying face down across the ottoman,
with her little plaid skit pushed up around her waist,
her tight cotton panties pulled down around her knees,
and Mrs. Lewis’ strap-on Dildo slamming in and out of
her little pussy like a jack hammer.
Carly couldn’t be more shocked. Mrs. Lewis was usually
one of her more sedate customers, but tonight she was a
woman possessed. As the long hard plastic cock drove in
and out of her, the older woman reached forward and
began tweaking the teens nipples. “You like it, don’t
you, you little slut? Has anyone ever fucked you this
hard? Does your Mommy fuck like this?”
“Oh, Mrs. Lewis, please…” Carly took a gamble. The
housewife seemed to want to play the agressor tonight.
Maybe she would like a little role-play from Carly.
“…I’m just a young girl. What are you doing to me?”
“I’m giving you what you deserve, whore. I’ve seen you
traipsing around in your short skirts and tight
blouses. I know what you want. Now, if you’re a good
girl, you’ll lie there and take it.”
Bingo, thought Carly. She’s trying out being dominant.
Well, here we go, “Oh, please Mrs. Lewis, don’t hurt
me. I’ll do anything you want. But your big hard cock
is too much for my little pussy to take. Please, Mrs.
Lewis, I beg you, let me go.”
Mrs. Lewis had hold of each of the teenager’s tits now,
and was slamming the dildo in and out as hard as she
could. Her hips were mashing up against the teens hot
little ass, and her own pussy was dripping wet. “And
what will you do if I let you go?”
“Anything you want, Mrs. Lewis. I’ll do ANYTHING.”
“Oh God! Oh God!” The older woman screamed as she came,
drilling the plastic cock into the ravaged teenage
cunt. Without pausing, she unsnapped the harness for
the dildo, and lay back on the plush carpet of the
living room. “Eat me, you little bitch! Eat my cunt!”
Still with the dildo jammed inside her, Carly spun
around on her knees and plunged her face between the
older womans legs. Emilia Lewis was drenched in pussy
juice already, and in the throws of a prolonged orgasm,
but when the wet teen tongue hit her clit she spasmed
anew. She grabbed Carly’s head and shoved her as hard
as she could against her cunt. Carly rammed a couple of
fingers up the woman’s slot, and sucked on her clit for
all she was worth.
A few strokes was all it took, and Mrs. Lewis was
completely over the edge. Her back arched, her legs
twitched and she let out a long, low shuddering moan.
It seemed to go on a long time, during which Carly held
stock-still, with her lips still clamped around the
clit, and her fingers still deep in the pussy. Finally,
Mrs. Lewis lay still.
Calmly, Carly stood and removed her clothing properly.
She set the dildo aside, and lay down on the floor next
to the older woman. Without a word, she leaned over and
gave Mrs. Lewis a long, deep french kiss. Emilia’s
hands came up and as she returned the kiss, she began
to caress and fondle the taught young body in her arms.
There was no aggression anymore, just a loving sensual
embrace. They made out like this for a long time,
caressing, kissing, sucking nipples and gently
fingering one another. Eventually, it was time for
Carly to go.
Still naked, Emilia Lewis went to the closet and got
her purse. She counted out bills as Carly got dressed
again. “Same as usual, hon?”
“Yes, Mrs. Lewis. And $16.50 for the paper delivery
this month.”
“Right, of course. You know, I don’t even read that
damn thing.”
“It’s funny, Mrs. Lewis. A lot of my customers say
that.”
Carly took the money, gave the woman a last, long kiss,
and headed out the door. Her mother was just pulling up
at the end of the driveway. The teen got in the car,
leaned over, and gave her mother a wet kiss on the
cheek. “That was hot, Mom. I’ll tell you about it while
we head to the next house.”
“Good dear. We’ve got four more Special Deliveries
tonight.”