Insatiable Ch. 02

"Where do you want to go first, sweetheart?" Maggie asked.

"I don't know. The Gap maybe? Forever 21?" Katy responded.

"Oh, we can do better than that. I want to spoil my little princess. Your father's credit card can afford to take a little punishment. How about some lingerie?"

"What?"

"Lingerie. Come on, you're a grown woman now. Are you telling me you wouldn't like some sexy little things to wear?"

"Well, I suppose so. If you think it's a good idea."

"I do, baby, I do."

They made their way to a small boutique that specialised in high-class, expensive ladies underwear. Katy mostly wore sports bras and cotton panties, so the items for sale in this store were quite an eye-opener. There's no doubt she had the figure to look truly spectacular in this stuff, but she didn't know if she had the confidence.

Maggie, on the other hand, was all confidence. Over the last eighteen months, her ego had been given a major boost by the regular attentions of her stud of a son; but even before that, she had always had the swagger and strut of a sexually attractive woman. Terry may have laid down the rules when it came to wearing, or not wearing, panties; but Maggie still owned plenty of naughty lingerie. He had ripped enough of it off her hot body, so she could always do with some replacements.

Working behind the counter at the boutique was a young girl called Casey. Katy recognised her from high school. She wasn't one of her fuck buddies, although God knows she wouldn't be complaining if she were. Casey was a beautiful redhead, with cute freckles, a pretty face and a really nice figure. It suddenly occurred to Katy that there was something of a minor scandal surrounding her family; she vaguely recalled hearing rumours about Casey's older sister - who had apparently started shooting porn - but she couldn't remember the exact details. For now, the two girls simply smiled and acknowledged each other.

Meanwhile, Maggie was like a tornado, sweeping through the store picking out clothes for both herself and her daughter. She was by now a woman used to spending money, so she expected Casey to keep up with her demands. After choosing a large pile of silky somethings, she wanted to know where the changing rooms were. Casey pointed to a curtained area in the far corner of the store. Maggie grabbed hold of her daughter's hand and dragged her in that direction. She was already unbuttoning her blouse by the time the curtain was closed behind them.

"Uh...isn't their another room for you to get changed in?" Katy asked, her mother's expansive cleavage fully on display.

"Oh, why bother? I mean, it's not like we don't know each other. Anyway, isn't it more fun like this, us two girls together?" Maggie replied.

"Okay, sure, I guess."

Once Maggie had disposed of her top, she quickly unzipped her skirt and let it fall the floor. Katy couldn't help but notice that her mother a) wasn't wearing any underwear, and b) her muff was completely bald. She hadn't actually had the chance to check out the lower half of her body, when she caught her fucking Terry; it had been hidden under the water. And Maggie's monster tits tended to hog most of the attention. But now she had the chance, she could see how carefully her mother groomed herself.

Katy began to slowly disrobe, and she could feel her mother's eyes burning holes in her skin. It felt like Maggie was practically leering, as her teenage daughter got undressed in front of her. If you could compare their bodies, you would see both similarities and contrasts. Both women had hourglass figures, with mammoth boobs and wide, shapely hips. Katy had youth on her side, she was a little more toned and athletic, albeit with all her bumps and lumps in the right place.

Maggie was carrying that extra bit of weight. She was by no means fat, but she was certainly well upholstered. The word buxom almost seemed to have been invented to describe her figure. If you happened to have a fetish about large-breasted women smothering you to death, Maggie would've been your ideal executioner. She had matured into her figure. There was a richness, a sumptuousness to her frame, that was truly alluring. There was a lot of meat to be displayed - and played with.

Katy was totally conscious of her mother's presence. Her heat, her physical proximity. The changing area was spacious but not that spacious. The two women were close together, closer than they needed to be, in all fairness. And that was Maggie's doing. She very much wanted her daughter to know she was there, and in that intention, she was succeeding.

Maggie had already been wearing black stockings, and now she pulled on a positively indecent pair of dark blue panties and a matching half-cup bra. Her big fat nipples were almost completely exposed.

"How do you think I look, baby?" She asked Katy, as she put herself on display in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

"You look great, Mom."

"Great? Don't you think I look sexy? Hot?"

"Sure, you look sexy."

In truth, she looked obscene. This was a high-class joint that sold sophisticated and expensive underwear. Maggie somehow managed to make it look trashy and slutty; which was her absolute intention. Her body was so extreme, so obvious, it was difficult for the bra and panties to do anything else. There was so much of her to look at. The peaks and valleys of her breasts, the soft curvy flesh of her stomach and thighs. The vast expanse of her creamy white buttocks. You couldn't look at Maggie Molloy and not think of sex. That was her gift. That was her curse.

Katy was looking, and her cunt was as wet as a leaking faucet.

After a few moments of preening and prancing, making sure her daughter had seen her in all her semi-naked glory, Maggie turned her attentions to Katy. She handed the younger woman, who was by now completely nude, a pair of black nylons, similar to her own. Katy sat down on a soft little stool and started to pull them on. Maggie knelt down in front of her, determined to help.

Katy stretched out one leg and then the other, the black stockings sliding on with ease. Maggie let her hands roam over her daughter's legs, her manicured nails tracing lines up and down the dark material. Ever so gently, ever so subtly, she exerted the tiniest amount of pressure and pushed her daughter's legs apart. Just a little. She then looked down and examined her pussy. Not a pubic hair in sight. Terry would be so pleased. There was also a small, but growing, dark patch of moisture on the upholstery of the stool Katy was sitting upon. Her daughter was clearly, visibly, turned on.

Maggie kept looking for a few seconds, then she lifted her eyes and caught Katy's gaze. Maggie smiled and then licked her lips. Just quickly, not too overtly, but enough to be noticed. Katy audibly gasped, her eyes widening, her skin flushing, her nipples hardening.

"You have such beautiful legs, sweetheart."

"Uh...thanks, Mom." Katy was struggling with her words.

"I don't suppose they get as much attention as your tits, do they?" Maggie said, before taking hold of Katy's hands, lifting them up to her chest and making her daughter squeeze her breasts. "These things are always the centre of attention. It comes from my side of the family, the Vaughans. It's a curse. My mother had huge boobs and she passed them down to me. Now I've passed them on to you."

Maggie let her hands drop, but Katy kept a firm grip of her mother's tits. It took her a second or two before she realised what she was doing. When she did, she let go. Although Maggie was certain she felt her daughter give her one last squeeze.

Katy stood up and Maggie handed her a green thong and matching bra. She put them on, a little clumsy in her movements; but eventually she was stood there, looking at herself in the mirror. She had to admit, she was quite a sight. She wasn't as tall as her mother, or as ridiculously curvy, but she could certainly fill out a bra and panties with the best of them. She wasn't really made-up at all, and her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, but she looked incandescently hot. Even if she thought so herself.

Then Maggie moved behind her, pressing herself against her daughter's frame, her massive breasts squeezed up against her back. Her hands were gently stroking the sides of Katy's body, before they came to rest on her hips, her fingers toying with the lace trim of her panties. Katy could see her mother staring at her intently through the mirror in front of them.

"You are so pretty, my baby girl. You look amazing." She whispered in her ear.

"Thank you, Mommy."

"You look so mature. So grown up. I'll bet you're going to be a real man eater...or woman eater."

Maggie began to gently kiss her shoulders, her lips barely touching Katy's soft, smooth skin. This was not an explicitly sexual act - it could be seen as innocent, purely a display of maternal affection - but both of them knew the truth. The atmosphere was thick with sexual tension. It felt like a storm was coming. And not just any storm. This was a huge, category five super hurricane. It's name was Storm Incest.

The younger woman could feel the older woman's hot breath against her neck. She could also feel her fingers moving slowly, ever so slowly, down her waist and into her panties. The tips of those fingers were barely a few millimetres away now from Katy's clit. Maggie was only a heartbeat away from crossing a line that couldn't be uncrossed.

"Your skin is so soft, baby."

"Yes."

"So soft. And I couldn't help but notice that you're completely bare down there?"

"Like mother, like daughter."

"Yes, you're right. It's so nice isn't it? And sexy. Do you shave or do you get yourself waxed?"

"Waxed."

"Good choice. It's so much smoother, isn't it?" Maggie said, her fingers pressing into Katy's pubic mound.

"Yes, yes it is."

The two women looked at each other. A look of mutual recognition, mutual acceptance. This was it. This was the moment. Maggie's fingers would soon start rubbing against Katy's clitoris. Katy would turn round and kiss her mother. These two women, so similar in looks and appetites, would embrace as lovers, for the first time. Now. Right now.

Then Casey opened the curtain and popped her head into the dressing room.

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted. The moment had passed. The bubble had burst.

"Are you two ladies okay?" Casey asked.

"Yes. Yes, we're fine." Katy said, pulling herself away from Maggie, the elastic of her thong snapping back into place as her mother's fingers came free.

God knows what they must have looked like. Two voluptuous women, dressed like high-class whores, almost caught making out by an eighteen year old shop assistant. Both of them blushing, both of them sopping wet. Casey was young, but she knew enough of the world to recognise the scent of female arousal. She knew enough of the world to know why both these women's nipples were rock hard. When she started working here, she had been warned that people could get up to all kinds of funny stuff behind this curtain. Well, this was certainly an example of funny stuff.

"So, do you know what you want?" Casey asked.

"Yes," Katy replied, "I think we both know what we want."

They got dressed and Maggie insisted on buying them both a few outfits. Casey, still a little nonplussed by what she'd seen, was happy enough to get her commission. Then mother and daughter headed back into the mall and went looking for somewhere to get a coffee. Not much was said by either of them. They were both in a bit of a daze.

For Maggie, events were moving at a pace she hadn't anticipated; her plan was working almost too well. She had set herself on a course of action that would lead to a sexual liaison involving her and both her children. But had she believed it would ever actually happen? Did she really think Katy would play ball? She didn't know. But she did think, whatever was to happen, it wouldn't happen quickly. Maggie believed she was playing a long game, but no more than twenty minutes earlier, she had been that close to fingering her little girl's twat.

Katy was just as shaken. Just as confused. Ever since she had caught her mother and brother fucking each other, she had become more and more fixated on Maggie as a sexual being. To put it bluntly, her mother turned her on. To put it even more bluntly, she wanted to fuck her. And, almost from the point she made that realisation, her mother had started coming on to her. It's as if some siren call had been sent out, drawing the two of them together.

They found a Starbucks that was pretty quiet, ordered a couple of lattes, and then sat at a table opposite each other. The coffees arrived. There was a long silence, as both women considered what had happened and what might be about to happen.

Eventually, the silence was broken.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"What the fuck's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's happening? What's going on...with us?"

"Us?"

"Yes. What the fuck just happened in that changing room?"

"We tried on some underwear."

"Goddamn it Mom, you were practically raping me in there. You were so touchy-feely. Kissing my shoulders? If that girl hadn't come in, you'd have had half your fist inside my cunt!"

"Katy!"

"It's true. Some weird shit is happening, and you know it."

Maggie reached out and took hold of her daughter's hand, stroking it gently.

"I'm sorry, honey. I was just feeling a little crazy. I wanted to show you a little affection. Maybe I got a little carried away. I'm sorry if I upset you."

She let go of Katy's hand, lifted her cup and drank some coffee. Katy looked at her intently for a few seconds, then she reached out and took hold of Maggie's hand.

"I didn't say I was upset. I was just a bit surprised. To be honest...I kind of...liked it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. In fact, I was a little disappointed we got interrupted."

"Is that true?"

"Yeah."

"So, what do you want to happen now?"

"What do you suggest?"

"Well, we could go look at more stores. Buy some more stuff?"

"We could do that, sure."

"Or..."

"Or?"

"I do have an another idea."

"Go on."

"Well, we could finish up here...go home...and...we could spend the rest of the afternoon fucking?"

Maggie raised an eyebrow. Katy raised one in return. A pause. Then...

"Yeah...let's do that. Let's go home and fuck."

Within the hour, Maggie and Katy were walking through their front door, carrying numerous bags between them. Once the door was closed - and locked - Maggie turned to a mirror on the far wall and started touching up her lipstick.

"Okay, your father won't be home for a few hours, so I suggest we..."

Maggie was rudely interrupted when her daughter grabbed hold of her, spun her round and slammed her up against the wall.

"Katy!? What are you doing?!" She exclaimed.

Then Katy slapped her in the face. Not hard, but it was a definite slap.

"Ow! Katy, what the fuck?!"

She slapped her once more. Again, not that hard, but a slap is a slap. Then she pressed a finger firmly against her mother's lips.

"Shut up and listen to me."

Maggie tried to respond. Katie slapped her for a third time.

"I said shut the fuck up, and listen to me."

Maggie fell silent.

"Do you want this? Do you really want this?"

Maggie nodded.

"Do you really want us to fuck?"

Maggie nodded again.

"Well, all right then, we're going to fuck. But I need you to understand this. I'm in charge. You're not the first dirty whore I've fucked. You won't be the last." As she spoke, she started to wipe her finger over her mother's lips, rubbing her lipstick onto her cheeks. "I'm going to rock your world. I'm going to make you cum so hard, you'll think you've died and gone to heaven. You want that? You want me to make you cum, Mommy?"

Maggie nodded her head more vigorously than before, a little moan could be heard.

"Okay then, I will do exactly that. But you have to do whatever I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Maggie whispered.

"Good."

And with that, Katy ripped open her mother's blouse. Buttons went flying through the air and Maggie gasped. Katy then leaned forward and kissed her. It was a violent, almost savage kiss; her tongue invading her mother's mouth with a brutal force Maggie hadn't expected. But she adjusted pretty fast. Soon, the two women were making out like they were on a prom date, their tongues rolling round each other's mouths, their spittle dripping down their chins as they continued their oral assault on one another.

Katy took her mother's hands and lifted them up above her head, pressing them against the wall. She held them there as she began to hitch up her mother's tight skirt, sticking her hand up beneath the hem of the garment. She stroked her inner thighs for a second or two, but she quickly found her cunt, which was so hot and so wet, and she started to slide her fingers inside.

She let go of her mother's hands and Maggie started to lower them. Katy didn't approve.

"No! Leave them up!" She said sternly, slapping her again. Maggie instantly did as she was told. "Keep your arms up above your head until I say otherwise."

"But I want to touch you?"

"Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time for that later. But if you keep your hands up, it lifts these big old titties up in the air."

Katy pulled her hand out from underneath her skirt and grabbed hold of her mother's breasts. Maggie could feel the stickiness of her daughter's fingers on her skin. That stickiness was her own sexual juices, her own arousal.

Katy started squeezing and fondling her massive boobs. Then, with tremendous efficiency, she undid the clasp at the front of her mother's bra. Maggie's tits sprang free, unleashed in all their glory. Katy buried her face in them. Licking them. Kissing them. Then she found a nipple and started sucking on it, rolling it round her mouth. Chewing on it. She bit down savagely and pulled the nipple between her teeth, then she let it snap back into place. Katy didn't care if it hurt. Maggie wanted it to.

She went back to fingering her mother's twat, stuffing her fingers inside. Four of them, rammed up her cunt, her thumb rubbing her clit. Maggie squirmed and shook, her heart racing, her body pulsing with sexual energy. Katy stared at her, as she continued the onslaught on her pussy. You could hear a loud squelching sound, as if someone was tramping through mud. It was the sound of Maggie's cunt.

"You're so wet, you fucking whore. All wet and horny for your daughter?"

"Oh yes! Oh Christ, yes! I'm wet for you, my little girl. All for you!"

"So turned on, getting fucked by your own flesh and blood? You perverted little bitch!"

Katy pulled her hand out and lifted it to Maggie's lips. She started licking her hand, her tongue moving around and between her daughter's fingers. Then Katy pushed her hand inside her mouth, forcing her mother to gag a little. Then she leaned forward and kissed her once more, both of them now tasting Maggie's sexual secretions.

"You're such a whore. Such a dirty fucking whore."

"Yes. I'm a dirty whore. I'm your dirty whore. Use me. Hurt me. Please."

"Lift up your skirt, hitch it up round your waist. And spread your legs."

Maggie was nothing if not a quick study, and she knew she had to follow instructions to the letter. She pulled up her skirt, leaving her cunt completely exposed. They could both see how enflamed it looked. How wet. Her inner thighs were shining with moisture. Katy slowly sank to her knees in front of her, until she was face to face - or, more accurately, face to cunt - with her mother's pussy. Katy took a deep breath, absorbing the musky scent, then she buried her face in her snatch.