Date: Sun, 2 Apr 2023 23:37:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 9 of A Mother's Infinite Love Hello! The usual Nifty disclaimers apply--basically: I do *not* at all condone many of the behaviors depicted in this fantasy, seeing as they occur between adults and minors. In real life, someone who does what the adults in this story do are doing something very harmful. I do not want to receive any emails with any illegal or morally wrong material. I also do not want anything like dick pics sent to me. Thank you, hope you enjoy! Please email other responses to: jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com. Reminder that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Please use this link to make a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/) This story features themes of lesbian incest, with depictions of mothers and minor daughters engaging in sexual behavior together. (And yes, I am a man, and so sometimes I probably do get some of the "anatomy" wrong. I do try. But hey, it's a fantasy!) There are multiple characters in this story, including the following: -Anna and her twin daughters, Kaleigh and Skylar -Kristen and her daughter, Mackenzie The various chapters are from their various points of view, as indicated in each subtitle. Chapter 9: Mackenzie I was definitely jealous. Of whom, you ask? Of the woman, Anna, who was out spending a night on the town with Mom. All week I had been expecting she and I to hang out tonight, per our usual plan, but she had decided to ditch me and go on a date with someone she just met. What gives? What's more is that the babysitter was so lame! She was an older woman, probably in her mid-50's, who was apparently infatuated with painting. That's all she ever wanted to do with me, every time she came over. I hadn't minded it at first, since I think I had a creative streak for sure, but I didn't want to do it every single time! We needed to shake things up a bit, didn't we? She sat there at the dining table with her paints and canvas and all that, painting away at some beach scene she had been working on for months it seemed like. She had set up a canvas for me, but I had declined to participate. Instead, I played some games on my phone and then went and found my headphones so that I could listen to my music. At times I think the babysitter, Rhonda, was saying things to me, but I stopped trying to pretend like I was listening to her. My thoughts trailed back to my encounter with the woman, Anna. She had looked really hot. Too hot, actually. The type of woman who might really draw in my mom. Mom, of course, had also looked really hot. She had worn that corset thing of hers again, and her breasts looked huge, like they might plop out any second, giving us all a view. I wondered what they would look like, if they did really plop out ... I knew that I shouldn't be thinking about such things, but I was a growing young woman after all and I was finding that the mind does sometimes like to wander ... I mean, clearly my mother was a very attractive woman, a "hot mama" as they say, and I did sometimes find myself wanting to touch her or be near to her somehow, but she was my mother, after all, and I was her daughter. We weren't supposed to be that close, right? Sometimes though, it seemed like she wanted to be that close ... Mostly just some looks she would give me, a glance or two here and there, the way she would hug me and hold on longer ... Maybe I was crazy! Anna had told Mom that she had two daughters, both of whom were apparently "beautiful." I had thought about trying to look them up on Facebook or something, maybe their mom's since I doubted they had accounts, but it seemed like a lot of trouble right now. If all goes "well" with Anna, maybe I'd get to meet them anyway ... ? Just then, the front door opened and in walked Mom. She looked like she had maybe had one too many drinks, though she wasn't drunk. She just looked really "buzzed," as she called it. She dropped her purse on the side table and waltzed into the dining room. "Oh hey, that looks great, Rhonda," she commented. "You are really making that water look realistic now." "Thank you," Rhonda said, standing up and beginning to gather her supplies. Mom went over to the kitchen area, found our pizza box, and took out a slice. She bit a piece out of it and went over to me. She put her free hand on my shoulder, holding it there as she spoke. "Hey, babe, how'd the night go?" "It was okay," I lied. "We painted." We both smiled at that, sharing the inside joke, and she made a little more progress with her pizza slice. "Yummy," she said. "This is good pizza." "Did you have fun, Mom?" I asked. "With Anna?" "Yeah, we did have fun, sweetie," she replied. "We went to that Jeannies place. It was yummy." "Good." Rhonda interrupted, "Okay, I'm out. Goodnight, Kristen, and goodnight, Mackenzie." A moment later and we heard Rhonda leaving, closing the front door behind her. Now it was just Mom and me ... "Your breasts look huge, Mom," I said suddenly, not knowing where that curve ball came from! Mom smiled down at me and sat in the seat right next to me. She looked down at her own breasts, where they formed massive cleavage and bulged over the top of her corset. "Thanks," she said. Then she looked up into my eyes, paused a moment, and then asked, "Do you want to see them, baby?" I found myself blushing inadvertently. "Uh, no, of course not, Mom. That's private!" She smiled at me again and reached out and put her hand on my leg, on my thigh just above my knee. "Yeah, but we can sometimes share something private, right, sweetheart?" I glanced at her cleavage, right in front of me, and then up into her eyes. She gazed down at me with a clearly wine-or-beer-inspired expression. "Maybe," I said simply, before I abruptly changed the subject. "So I'm hitting up a new park with Tyson tomorrow. Should be some good drops there." I was referring, of course, to a skatepark. "Do you find me attractive, sweetie?" Mom asked, apparently wanting to turn us back again toward the other topic. "Um, yeah, sure," I said, finding myself glancing again at her cleavage, and then quickly averting my eyes. "You're attractive." "It's okay to look," she said, reaching her other hand out a little to redirect my chin. I looked down directly into her bosom, admittedly finding the experience of it to be pretty exciting, even though it was my mom's. "I think you're attractive," she added. "You're beautiful, actually. Inside and out." I continued to stare at her breasts, not bothering now to avert my eyes or to glance up into hers. I felt myself being drawn in somehow, lost in the deep crevice between those big, bulbous pillows ... I shook my head in order to snap myself out of it. "Thanks, Mom. I think I'm ready for bed almost, so goodnight." I promptly got up from the seat, leaned in for an awkward hug--which of course she wanted to keep going a little bit--and then headed out of the kitchen toward my bedroom where I would actually play on my phone for probably another hour or two before getting tired.