Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2018 22:32:28 -0700 From: Jojo Starr Subject: Catching Her Daughter Author's note: This is a short little one-off, based on a Charlotte Cross film. I gave it a few tweaks here and there to make it my own. ;) Enjoy! CATCHING HER DAUGHTER Karen came home from work, dropped her keys on the kitchen counter, and took off her coat. It had been another long day at the office and she wanted nothing more than to unwind. She was wearing black slacks, black pumps, and a slim, collared V-neck top. She looked good - she knew she looked good, especially at 37, and could easily pass for almost 10 years younger. It helped that she always put a bit of effort into it each morning. But as good as she looked, she couldn't wait to get out of her clothes and relax for the evening. Being a single parent, she hardly ever had any distractions at night - no husband to worry about, and her 12 year-old daughter usually kept to herself. Well, mostly, anyway. Lately her daughter had been doing some things that were quite unbecoming for a proper young lady, and she began to wonder when the next tense interaction between them would inevitably occur. Karen came from an extremely strict family and liked to think of herself as a strict parent. As Karen walked down the hallway toward her bedroom to get changed, she noticed that her daughter's door was closed. She paused in front of it, curious. Faintly, she began to hear what sounded like bed springs creaking. Karen's lips pursed together and her heart pounded in her chest. Was she doing what she thought she was doing? Karen's stomach tightened at the thought and she grabbed the doorknob, turning it and pushing the door open wide. "RILEY!" she screamed. Her daughter quickly shoved something toward the front of her bed, clapping several pillows down onto her mattress and spun over onto her back, her eyes wide. The many pillows on her bed were rumpled and in disarray. "MOM!" she screamed. The girl was wearing a tight white cami and a black and gray plaid skirt that had flipped up slightly when she spun over, exposing the tiniest hint of her baby blue panties. Her shoulder-length hair was slightly mussed and her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "WHAT did I tell you?!" Karen barked, unable to keep her eyes from falling on that barely visible strip of baby blue cotton between her daughter's legs. "I--" Riley started, her face beet red. She suddenly realized her skirt had flipped up as she grabbed the edge of it, tugging it down between her legs. Karen couldn't help feeling a twinge of disappointment as her daughter covered herself. "You were doing it again, weren't you?! You were humping your pillow!" "N-no, I--" Riley stammered, but Karen cut her off. "Don't lie to me! You tell me the truth right now, young lady! You were humping your pillow again, weren't you?!" Karen could feel her energy rising quickly. And whether she wanted to admit it or not, something else was rising within her. Riley looked like a deer in headlights. Her jaw rose, then lowered, looking as if she was about to say something then thought better of it. Then she squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her head. She nodded. Karen knew she had her. "And what did I tell you about that?" she said quite a bit more calmly. Riley, still hanging her head, mumbled something softly. "What?! I didn't hear you," Karen said. "Only naughty girls hump their pillows," Riley said more audibly. "That's right," Karen said, a little thrill coursing through her at the sound of her daughter's words. "And are you a naughty girl?" "No, I--" Riley began, but she was cut off again. "ARE you a naughty girl?" Karen said more forcefully. "Yes," Riley said, hanging her head again. "That's what I thought," Karen said. "You were humping your pillow, and only naughty girls hump their pillows, so you're a naughty girl, aren't you?" "Yes," Riley said softly. "Say it then." "I'm a naughty girl." Karen's insides tightened as her heart pounded faster. This wasn't good enough. "Let me see," Karen said. "Take off that skirt." Riley bit her lip. She had a look on her face that indicated she knew she'd better do as her mother said. Slowly, she let go of the bottom of her skirt and leaned forward as she reached behind herself to undo the clasp and the zipper. Slowly, awkwardly, she wriggled her skirt down around her butt and off her legs. She knew what her mother wanted, so slowly, she spread her legs. Karen looked between her daughter's legs and felt a further tightening of her insides as she clearly saw what she wasn't able to before - a small, but prominent, wet spot on the crotch of her daughter's panties. "I knew it!" she said. "Which one was it?" Riley hesitated. "I--" "Which one?!" Karen snapped. Riley meekly pointed to a large firm pillow. Karen marched over to the front of her daughter's bed, snatching the pillow her daughter was pointing to and held it to her face, sniffing around. It wasn't long before she found the spot, her daughter's musky young scent filling her nostrils and stirring even heavier feelings within her. "You did it again," Karen said, lowering the pillow and shaking her head. "You got your pillow all dirty. Didn't you?" Riley barely met her mother's eyes. "I--" she started. "See for yourself!" Karen cut in, thrusting the pillow out to her daughter's face. "Smell it! Right here," she said, pointing to the spot. Riley leaned forward, hovering her nose over the spot her mother was pointing to and gingerly inhaled. Karen couldn't help feeling another twinge at the sight of her daughter smelling her own scent on the pillow she'd just been humping. Still, she shook her head. "You know what?" Karen said. "It's probably ruined. I can't believe it. There's no use trying to fix it. You know what you're going to do?" Riley shook her head, barely meeting her mother's gaze. Karen felt a twinge of electricity jolt through her even before she said it. "You're going to put that pillow back on your bed and finish what you started." Riley's jaw dropped. She was speechless for a moment. "But..." she finally eked out. "Don't make me repeat myself, young lady! You heard exactly what I said!" Karen's heart was pounding hard and fast. Riley, knowing she had no choice, took the pillow from her mother and placed it back on the bed. Karen felt her stomach, lower abdomen, and, yes, her pussy, twitch heavily. "Now show me exactly what you were doing," she said. "Get back on that pillow and show me exactly how you planned on ruining it." Slowly, the 12 year-old turned over on her hands and knees, wearing nothing but the camisole and baby blue cotton panties, and walked up over the pillow, straddling it between her legs. She hesitated, and then, as if to protest one last time, looked back imploringly at her mother. "But mom..." she said softly, "...you're watching me." "That's right," Karen said. "I want to see exactly how naughty my daughter was being." The words thrilled her as she left them hanging in the air. Riley still hesitated. "Do you want me to take away all the pillows in your room?" Karen said, growing impatient. "No." "Then show me how you were humping that pillow!" Riley bit her lip and slowly lowered her hips to the firm pillow, her hands still on the mattress propping up her upper half. Slowly, she began to push her hips forward, then back, compressing the pillow gently on each forward thrust. "Is that how you were doing it before I walked in?" Karen asked. "Or was it faster?" Riley squeezed her eyes shut. "F-faster," she said. "Then do it faster!" Karen snapped. Riley picked up the pace a bit, her hips working more rhythmically, compressing the pillow further on each thrust. Karen watched her daughter's young, round butt tighten and clench with each thrust, creating a wedgie in her panties that outlined her firm cheeks each time she thrust forward. Karen could feel her body respond quickly - her nipples hardened, her abdomen tensed, and her pussy throbbed heavily. "You are such a naughty girl," Karen said. "Does it feel good? Does it feel good to be a naughty girl?" "Yea--no, I..." Riley stammered. "Yea--no what? Which one is it?" Karen demanded. "It f-- it feels good... be... between my legs." Another rush coursed through Karen's body. "Yeah, I bet it does. You know what it's called, don't you? What you're doing right now?" Riley's brows furrowed. "I... I think so." "What do you think it's called?" "M... ma... masturbating." Karen's eyebrows rose and her pussy twitched again. "And where did you hear that?" "Some... some girls at school." Karen felt another little thrill. "Do they do it? Do the girls at school masturbate? Do they hump their pillows in their bedrooms after school?" "I... I don't know," Riley said. "But you wonder, don't you?" Karen said. "You wonder if the other girls in your class hump their pillows in their bedrooms after school, don't you?" Riley squeezed her eyes shut. "Yeah," she said, nodding. "Do you wonder about it while you're humping your own pillow?" Karen asked. "Do you hump your pillow and think that other girls in your class might be doing the same thing at the same time?" "S-sometimes," Riley said, her face reddening. Karen's sex burned terribly. "You know that's extremely naughty, don't you?" "Yeah," Riley said, continuing to hump her pillow. "But you do it anyway, don't you?" "Yeah," Riley said, squeezing her eyes shut again. "Why is that?" "Because I'm a naughty girl." "That's right," Karen said. "You are a naughty girl." Karen watched her daughter hump the pillow, wondering how long she could stand all this burning inside her body. "Do you know what happens if you keep humping your pillow?" Karen asked. "Y-yeah," Riley said, after a brief hesitation. "What?" "I... I get a tickle... and... and it keeps getting bigger and bigger." "Where?" "Be... between my legs." "And what happens then?" "It... it gets bigger and bigger, and then... then... I... it... it explodes." "Do you always hump your pillow till your tickle explodes?" "Uh-huh," Riley panted. "Do good little girls do that? Do good little girls hump their pillows till their tickle explodes?" "N-no," Riley said. "That's right, they don't. Who does then?" Karen asked. "N-naughty girls," Riley huffed. "That's right," Karen said. "And you're a naughty girl. So that's what you're going to do right now." Riley's face twisted up. "But I... I don't think I can." "Why not?" "Be... because... because you're watching me." Oh this would not do, Karen thought. This would not do at all. She was NOT about to let this one go. Not with her body feeling like this. Karen thought for a minute. "What was that you shoved under your pillow?" Riley suddenly froze, her eyes wide, and as if realizing she had given herself away, immediately resumed humping her pillow as if nothing was wrong. "What?" she said, unable to think of anything else. "Don't make me repeat myself, young lady!" Karen snapped. "When I came into this room, you shoved something under your pillow. What was it?" Riley again hesitated. "I--" Karen was losing her patience. "You show me what it was, right now, young lady!" Riley stopped her humping and slowly turned toward the pile of pillows at the head of her bed. Gingerly, she lifted one and pulled out a magazine, several pages of which had been folded and creased, no doubt a result of Riley hastily shoving it under her pillow. As Karen peered over, she saw that the cover had a beautiful girl on it standing in some colorful striped panties with her hips thrust to one side, and lifting up her shirt to reveal the bottom swells of her breasts. Behind the girl's head, in tall blue letters, was the magazine's title: Barely Legal. Karen's eyes nearly popped out of her head at the same time her heart received a jolt of intense energy that shot straight down between her legs. She knew exactly what kind of magazine this was. And her 12 year-old daughter had been... oh God, she had been looking at it while she was humping her pillow. At pictures of girls. Teenage girls. Karen's throat went dry - the complete opposite of her panties, which were soaked - and she had to take a moment to collect herself. Her insides were swirling a mile a minute and she had to appear calm in front of her daughter, which was much harder than it seemed. She swallowed, dryly. "Riley, where did you get this?" she asked as calmly as she could. "Lauren... at school," Riley eked out. Lauren Hooper? Sweet little Lauren Hooper who looked the model of what a proper little lady should be?! Karen had to once again do her best to suppress the intense swirling of what was now almost painful arousal coursing through her. Stay focused, Karen. Stay focused. It's your daughter who has it now. "And you were looking at this? You were looking at pictures of naked teenage girls while you were humping your pillow?" Karen asked. Riley nodded, her head lowered. "I feel like I shouldn't have to ask again, but I'm going to. Do good little girls look at pictures of other naked girls and hump their pillows?" "No," Riley said. "Only naughty girls do." "EXTREMELY naughty girls. Are you an EXTREMELY naughty girl?" Riley nodded. "Yes," she said meekly. "And what would have happened if I hadn't walked in? What would have happened if you had kept humping your pillow looking at pictures of naked teenage girls?" Karen said. Riley bit her lip as her face turned bright red. "I... my... my tickle... my tickle would have exploded." Karen felt another hot jolt course through her. "Do you know what that's called?" Riley shook her head. "It's called cumming. You are an extremely naughty little girl who wants to cum while humping her pillow and looking at pictures of naked teenage girls," Karen said. "Isn't that right?" Riley nodded, her head lowered again. "Yes," she mumbled. "Then say it!" Karen said. "I'm an extremely naughty little girl who wants to cum while humping my pillow and looking at pictures of naked teenage girls." Karen practically shuddered as she heard her daughter say this. "So which girl was it?" she asked. "W-what?" Riley said, her eyes suddenly big. "Which girl were you looking at? Show me the page," Karen said. Riley bit her lip as she slowly opened the magazine and began turning page after page as teenage girls in various states of undress, often fully nude, flashed in front of Karen's eyes. Finally Riley stopped on a page of a girl who didn't look at all like she should be in the pages of a magazine like that. She was beautiful, but not in a glamorous sense - more in an everyday, girl-next-door type sense. She looked very young, almost like she could be a girl in Riley's class. On this page, she was topless and leaning over a counter, her beautiful round rear end front and center, her panties bunched together around her upper thighs. She was bending over far enough so that the swollen folds of her pussy were visible, and so was the center of her ass crack, with just the tiniest hint of her tight pink rosebud visible. Her upper body was turned just slightly so that one of her small breasts was visible, her nipple puffy and prominent. She was looking over her shoulder with a sort of naughty smirk on her face, like she was letting you get a peek at something you weren't supposed to see. It was a breathtakingly sexy image. "This is the girl you were looking at?" Karen asked. Riley nodded. "Why her?" Riley hesitated. "I dunno. I just... I just think she's really pretty." Karen's eyes narrowed. "She reminds you of a girl from your class, doesn't she?" Riley suddenly froze again, her eyes flashing wide. "Tell me the truth," Karen said. "Does she remind you of a girl in your class?" Riley squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her head. "Yes," she said. "Who?" Riley bit her lip. "WHO?!" "M... Mackenzie." "Mackenzie Rhodes?" Karen asked, picturing the adorable little pixie in her mind. Riley nodded. Karen's arousal surged even further. "So you were humping your pillow, imagining that you were looking at Mackenzie Rhodes, naked and bent over, so you could see her private parts?" Riley nodded again, her face bright red. "Do you have any IDEA how naughty that is?!" Karen said. Riley bit her lip, nodding slowly. Karen could barely contain herself. "Then do it," she said. "If this is what excites you and makes your naughty little pussy wet, prove it. Look at that girl and pretend she's Mackenzie Rhodes, and hump your pillow till you cum. Do it right now." Riley bit her lip. She looked at the magazine, then back at her mother, then back down at the magazine. "Do it!" Karen barked. Riley slowly pulled the magazine over until it was directly in front of her, then rocked her hips back and forth on the pillow, apparently situating herself. She looked down at the girl in the magazine, bent over, exposing her pussy and ass crack, and began to pump her hips against the pillow. Karen's breath caught in her throat. Her daughter's hips moved much heavier and more urgently now as she looked down at the girl in the magazine. Karen couldn't help it any longer. She unbuttoned her slacks and shoved her hand down inside her panties, gasping as much with surprise at how wet she was as with how good it felt to touch herself. She stared at her daughter's sweet young butt clenching and pumping as she stroked her fingertips back and forth across her throbbing, slick clit. She must have gasped too loudly because just then, Riley turned to look at her mother, her eyes wide with apparent shock. "I said look at your magazine!" Karen barked, not bothering to pull her hand out of her panties. Riley obediently turned back to look at the girl in the magazine, continuing to pump her hips forcefully into the pillow. Karen didn't even care that her daughter caught her with her hand in her pants. She was far too hot to worry about something like that now. As long as her daughter kept staring at that magazine and humping her tight little butt against that pillow, that was all that mattered to Karen now. It was all she needed. She rubbed herself harder, feeling her arousal build heavily. "Is Mackenzie making you hot?" Karen asked, her voice breathier than she would have liked. "Unh... Uh-huh," Riley grunted, pumping her hips into the pillow. "Is she bending over, letting you look at her?" Karen asked. "Or does she not know you're looking and you're doing it anyway?" "She..." Riley panted, jerking her hips harder. "She doesn't know I'm... Hhhhh! ...looking." Karen felt her throat tighten. "My God," she gasped as she rubbed herself even harder. "You are the naughtiest girl ever! Good little girls don't go sneaking a peek at another girl's privates! That's absolutely filthy!" Riley didn't respond - she just continued staring at the image, pumping her hips hard into the pillow. This was hotter than Karen could have imagined. She was rubbing herself hard and fast and knew it wouldn't be long before her own orgasm. But she wasn't done questioning her daughter yet. "You like Mackenzie in that position, don't you?" Karen huffed. "Unh... Uh-huh!" Riley gasped. "You like looking at her little pussy and her tight little butt crack, don't you?" "Unn-Hnnnnff!" Riley grunted, biting her lip as she jerked her hips harder. "My God, you're filthy," Karen breathed. "Which is your favorite part of her?" Riley bit her lip, staying quiet for a few thrusts, then finally said, "Both." "Don't lie to me!" Karen barked. "Tell me the truth, young lady!" Riley squeezed her eyes shut. "Hhhhh! Her... her butt!" "Fuck," Karen muttered under her breath as she was nearly pushed over the edge. "I knew it! You're a filthy, disgusting little girl who likes to look at other girls' butt cracks, aren't you?" "Nnnnff!" Riley grunted, pumping hard. "Yes!" Karen was close. So close. "You're so filthy you probably want to put your nose in it, don't you? You wanna put your nose right between Mackenzie's tight little butt cheeks so you can smell her ass and her pussy at the same time, don't you?!" Riley squeezed her eyes tighter, her face turning red. "YES!" she cried, picking up the pace, humping the pillow hard and tight. "Are you gonna cum?" Karen said. "Is my naughty, disgusting little daughter gonna cum while she thinks about putting her nose between another girl's butt cheeks and smelling her ass and pussy??" "Yeeee-he-he-heeeesss!" Riley cried, her voice quivering. "Please, mommy! Please let me cum!!" Karen grinned. She was right on the edge too. "Do it!" Karen barked. "Imagine what little Mackenzie's ass and pussy smell like and cum all over your pillow!" Riley fucked the pillow fiercely, the bed creaking and rocking as she pushed herself to the edge. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" she cried, suddenly thrusting forward, her tight little ass cheeks hard as rocks as they quivered and shook, compressing the pillow tightly between them. Karen fixed her eyes on her daughter's ass cheeks, gripping the center of her panties tightly between them as she quivered in orgasm, and burst into orgasm herself, nearly losing her balance with the shocking power that coursed through her core. She trembled and shook, watching her daughter cum, and every time Riley twitched, gasped, or contorted her body in an unexpected way, Karen came again. After the fifth orgasm, she lost count, continuing to shudder and tremble violently, struggling desperately to remain on her feet. It was, without a doubt, the most intense series of orgasms Karen had ever experienced. After another few seconds she actually felt herself begin to lose her vision and she had to put her arm out in front of her to catch her fall. She caught herself on the mattress, keeping herself more or less upright as she gasped for breath and the oxygen flooded back into her brain, keeping her conscious. Karen panted heavily for what seemed like several minutes, and gradually, she could hear her daughter's heavy pants in addition to her own as Riley recovered from what must have been an intense orgasm of her own. When Karen's vision had returned and her breathing had subsided to a more or less normal rate, she looked up at her daughter. Riley was lying on her side, curled up in a little ball with the pillow still between her legs, her hand up to her face as she bit her little thumbnail, and smiling adorably. "Wow," Karen breathed. "That was fucking incredible." Riley's smile widened. "It was?" Karen nodded. "SO much better than last time." Riley kept smiling, her eyes sparkling as a light blush rose to her cheeks. "Really?" she asked. "God yes," Karen said, climbing onto the mattress. "When you pulled out that Barely Legal, I about died." "I was hoping you'd like it," Riley said. "I loved it," Karen said, cuddling up to her daughter. "I loved everything." Riley sat up and nestled into her mother's arms as they looked at each other, smiling. "I can't believe how filthy you are," Karen said, smiling down at her daughter. Riley smiled back at her. "I'm your naughty, filthy, disgusting little girl." "Yes you are. And I love you for it," Karen said, then leaned down to kiss her daughter's sweet, young lips. THE END