Desi Maid

The wallpaper was some picture of her and Becky on holiday when Becky was still small and the screen was locked and demanded a password. Stacey knew she was wrong, she knew this was an invasion of her daughter’s privacy but she couldn’t help herself. As Stacey looked at the screen and wondered what the password might be, she recalled that yesterday when they had been clearing out the loft together, they had found an old hamster cage. Becky had clapped her hands in glee and they laughed about her daughter’s first pet, Mr Buggles, a hamster she had got for her 11th birthday. Mr Buggles had passed away in its cage one-night causing great grief and mourning throughout the house until it was buried with more pomp and ceremony than a state funeral. Becky wouldn’t stop talking about how much that hamster had meant to her and how she would always remember it. Laughing softly to herself but biting her bottom lip in nervous anticipation Stacey typed in ‘MrBuggles’ to the laptop. To her complete surprise and amusement, the screen unlocked itself revealing the video player centre screen and without thinking she pressed play and the last thing that had been watched started to appear. As the video started to play Stacey knew it was porn, but to her shock what appeared on screen was not the hetro-porn she had expected. Instead the scene being played out was a very heavy lesbian scene involving an older woman and a younger girl who soon got down to business. As the story developed in silence Stacey watched as the older woman clearly was seducing the younger one and slowly undressing her. Seeing her daughter’s earphones Stacey slipped them on and was soon enthralled as she listened to the sounds of ecstasy coming from the screen. Stacey watched the older woman fastening on the harness for a strap on that was considerably bigger than the pink dildo her daughter had used on herself, but not as big as some of the dildos Stacey owned. Sliding her hand inside her leisure pants Stacey started to rub herself in unison with the rubbing the older woman was doing on the younger girl getting her ready for the dildo. Finding the waistband was cutting into her wrist Stacey cursed and slipped the pants down to her ankles along with her cotton panties and started rubbing herself faster and harder. The earphones were filled with the sound of the young girl’s pussy being fucked hard and Stacey could feel her orgasm start to indian build. Just as she was about to cum Stacey felt the draught of the door opening and looking over her shoulder found herself looking straight into the face of her daughter. “Oh God,” Stacey screamed trying to remove the earphones, shut the screen, remove her hand and pull up her pants all at the same time. To her utter amazement Becky just burst into peals of laughter, in fact she was laughing so much she was doubled over and crying. Finally managing to stifle her laughter for a moment Becky looked at her mother and said, “When you are dressed, I think we need to have an honest mother/daughter talk. I will put the kettle on.” and with that went out of the room leaving Stacey frozen and stunned. Mother and daughter sat over the kitchen table and looked at each other in silence before Becky said, “OK I will start. I have been having feelings towards other women for a while now but was worried what I would say to you and Dad.” Stacey nodded as Becky went on, “So I am guessing by the way you reacted to the porn on my laptop you have leanings that way yourself.” When she saw her mother blush deeply Becky let out another roar of laughter and then as realisation set in exclaimed, “That’s why you and Dad split wasn’t it? He found out you were a lesbian, no wonder he is so anti them.” Stacey nodded as she said, “Yes that’s why we split. After he caught me, I agreed I would always keep it away from you otherwise your father would have taken you away from me.” Becky looked at her mother's pain racked face as she went on, “I have always had feelings for other women but was told as I was growing up that was wrong and I so desperately wanted a child. The only way I could achieve that was to marry your father and live amateur a lie and even after we split, I had to carry on living a lie. I feel like I have wasted so much of my life, apart from having you.” Stacey could see her daughter’s razor-sharp mind whirring as she said, “Who did Dad catch you with?” then as she ran though her father's words over the years it clicked into place, “You got caught with Aunty Helen, didn’t you? No wonder saying her name is like dropping a turd on the table in his house. Mum I love you and always will.” Standing the two women hugged and Stacey could feel their breasts mashed together and her daughter’s hard nipples pressing against her making her pussy start to get moist. My juices dripped down my thighs as I bent over the toilet. The pizza arrived shortly after, and we sat on the couch, eating it. Megan eyed her wet spot again before frowning, realizing she needed to fix that. her hips thrust one more time onto my hand as she also released a groan of pleasure as she sank back onto the sofa. indian I could feel the reaction in Miriam’s body to the changes and knew that she also, was almost ready to finish along with me. As Miriam started to yell, I placed my mouth on hers and began kissing her, to subdue her screams. Just the general attitude of the day amateur had been pretty shitty so I was not happy to be out running errands. “Do it with someone you love. When we finally get home, I sent a message to Tina that we had arrived so she could send our kiddos home. Come to mommies room when you're ready too x". In her email to me, she avoided giving any hints as to what her story idea entailed. Countless millions watched this streamed live across the world, witnessing my passion. I ask. She stuck her wand, a beautiful sprig of silver aspen, into her belt and carried on. I took my twin sister's hand. We told her that was a fuckin’ waste of your sixty bucks, and she needed to either man up—er, excuse me, woman up and attend the con, sort shit out with you, or... give it back to you. “A show and tell,” I asked? It reminded me of the first time I made love to Linda. Her fingers kneaded my rump as her tongue flew across my shaved folds. Ziva let out a long drawn out moan of pleasure as the nine inches sank all the way in. Julie could see Ivanka get behind Ziva and put a hand on her back to push her forward so that Ziva and Julie's breasts were pressed together and the two women kissed open mouthed.