Date: Mon, 5 Feb 2018 17:03:38 -0800 From: Jan none Subject: Trailer Park Girl (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal dom, f/F) Adult Youth, oral, anal dom, f/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Trailer Park Girl By Jan My mother and I were forced to rent a modest trailer in a trailer park located in an economically depressed area close to the Los Angles and long Beach Harbors of southern California. Mom was divorced from my alcoholic father, and worked a clerk in a grocery store for minimum wage. Mother and I are dark haired faire skinned that have to wear glasses. We both are rather skinny. Mother's breasts are small enough that she doesn't need to wear a brassiere. She works long hours standing on her feet, as a result when she gets home to our trailer she just wanted to prop up her feet and rest. It became necessary for me to take on the job of cleaning our trailer and preparing meals when I got home from school. I was truly a "Latch Key Child." Growing up wearing discount store and "Good Will" clothes made me painfully aware of the class distinction between me and most of the other children in school. I was shy and didn't make friends with other children at school or even the few children in the trailer park. There weren't many children in the park because most of the trailers were occupied my senior citizens, and most of them were widows living on small pensions and social security. When I would get home from school I did visit with one widow the lived in the trailer next to ours. She entrained me by the hour with stories about her youth and all of the loves of her life. One day one of the empty stalls was suddenly being occupied by a flashy shinny "Air Stream" that was being pulled by a relatively new pickup. I was curious to find out who the new neighbor was. I was surprised to see the person backing the trailer into place, and hooking up the electrical, sewer and water connection was a tall full-figured woman with bright red hair that was almost pink, and her breasts were huge. She was wearing tight fitting stretchable jeans and a bright gold and teal blue blouse, and her breasts looked like they were going to spill out of her blouse. She was also wearing unbelievably high heeled cowboy boots. Just the same she went about setting up her trailer proficiently. She did the job so fast it was obvious that she had done it many times before. I approached her while she was finishing unhooking her truck and parking it next to her trailer. "Hi, my name is Nichol and my mother and I live in the green trailer on the next row, can I give you a hand with anything?" She gave me a big smile and said, "Hi Honey, my name is Tempest Storm. Thank you for offering to help Honey, I have everything under control, but you might want to join me in a cool drink?" Thank you, I would love to." She put the wooden steps in front of the door and unlocked the door for me. I had been many trailers before, but nothing like this one. It was defiantly the home of a woman, but it was very flashy. There was a lot of red and gold colors. I was fascinated by the gold framed photographs on the walls, in fact I couldn't take my eyes off of them. There was a large glamor portrait of her head with a lot of makeup on. There was another picture of her whole body and she was nude. Even her pubic hair was dyed to match the hair on her head. Tempest noticed where I was tiring. "She beamed, "I'm an exotic dancer! I travel around the country performing at strip clubs. That's why I have a trailer. Where ever I park, I home." I wasn't sure what an exotic dancer was, but strip club I understood. My father spent a lot of time in them. "Let me get you something to drink. Would you like a Coke?" "Sure" She went to her fridge and pulled out two cans of Coke and pulled the tabs. She brought them to the leather couch and sat down. As she handed me one of the cans I sat next to her. When I placed my hand on the leather I was impressed with how soft the leather was. While we drank our cokes, she told me about her life and how she became an exotic dancer, and all of the cities and states she had performed in. I was impressed with ever thing she told me. I eventually had to prepare dinner for Mother and me. I told her ow much I enjoyed talking to her, and I thanked her for the coke before going home. I told Mother about the woman that had moved into the trailer park and that she was an exotic dancer. I asked her what is an exotic dancer, and Mother told me that she was a stripper. She also admonished me not to have anything to do with her. I was fascinated with Tempest, but she worked late nights and slept until noon. One afternoon while doing the laundry in the laundry room next to the pool. Tempest came in carrying a laundry bag. While our wash was in the machines there was nothing to do but read magazines. (You don't dare leave the wash unattended or some one will pull your wash out and do their own.) I couldn't resist striking up a conversation with her. "Miss Tempest, how do you like our town?" "Honey, you don't need to be formal with me. You can call me Tempest or Iris." "Iris?" She chuckled, "Tempest Storm is my stage name. Iris De Martine is my given name." "What is t like being an exotic dancer?" "You're on a small stage in a hot smoke-filled room sweating your ass off, dancing for a lot of sex starved horny men. The disgusting men are always trying to buy you drinks in hopes that you will date them after closing." "If you hate it so much why do you do it?" "I'm and uneducated girl from the backwaters of the Mississippi. I developed this body at an early age. I was molested by drunken friends of my mother and was raped by one of her drunk men friends when I was eleven. The only thing boys wanted from me was my body. It was a wonder that I wasn't pregnant by the age of fourteen." "I got a false ID, ran away from home and was working in bars by sixteen. An older woman taught me how to be a stripper and I have been working at it ever since." "You make it sound so depressing. Why don't you get married and settle down?" "I have no use for men! I haven't fucked a man in ten years! My plan is to bank enough money while I'm young enough, and retie someplace quiet someday?" "Don't you ever want children?" "I might marry a woman with children." "Same sex marriage is not legal in this state." "Who gives shit about legal! As far as the system needs to know is that she would be my business partner." At thirteen I had learned enough abut sex from listening to girls and women talk about sex that I knew about lesbians and basically what they did to each other. I was not the kind of girl to attract males like her. I was skinny with white skin that looked like my body never saw the sun. My dark hair was cut in a pageboy for convince. My glasses were cheap unattractive black plastic things that made my face resemble an owl. Like my mother my breasts were no more than bumps. My wardrobe was nothing to brag about either. In fact, I didn't understand why a sexy looking woman like her would even talk to me. We met a few more time by chance and talked briefly, before she invited me to have another coke at her place. She didn't work on Sundays or Mondays. Those days were too slow to warrant paying for dancers. That Monday Mom was going to put in a twelve-hour day at the grocery store. After Mom caught the bus to work I went to Tempest's trailer. She answered the door wearing a silk dressing gown. It was very colorful and made her large breasts look even larger. She offered me milk while she brewed a fresh pot of coffee. When she joined me on the couch the milk glass was already almost empty. She was holding a large mug of rich smelling black coffee with both hands. As we talked she occasionally moved, causing her dressing gown to get lose exposing a lot of her breasts and legs. It was obvious that she was naked underneath the gown. I found myself staring at her breasts. I envied her breasts. During one of our earlier talks she had told me that her measure mints were 44-G-29-38. Tempest saw where I was looking and said, "Would you feel more comfortable if I allowed you to feel my tits?" I didn't know how feeling them would make be feel better, but I did want to feel them. "Yes Please" Tempest pulled the silk garment aside exposing both tits. I was overwhelmed. Her areolas were as large as the diameter of her coffee mug. The nipples were also appropriately large too. I reached for her breasts with both hands. They were perfectly shaped and they felt soft to the touch and warm. I felt the rise and Fall of her chest as she breathed. Tempest said almost in a whisper, "Please suck on my tits." She placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled my head down to her breast, at the same time she lifted her tit with the other hand. I opened my mouth and did my best to cover her areola with my mouth. I slobbered all over her flesh as I sucked on her nipple. She was making pleasant animal sounds while I suckled on her nipple. She was squirming around and was offering the other tit for me to suck on, and her actions caused her gown to fall away from her body and I got my first look at her naked body. Her body was surprisingly tan for a woman that sent very little time in the sun, and there was the outline of a hip hugger bikini on her crotch. Her pubic hair was shaved to the limits of her bikini line and it was dyed the same bright reddish color as the hair on her head. There was also a tattoo of a bluish- lavender Iris flower just to the left of her bikini line. I couldn't resist touching her pussy. Tempest placed her hand on top of mine and pressed my hand firmly against her cunt. I found that she had an enlarged clit within the folds of her pussy. I marvel at the slippery feel of her inner lips and the depth of her vagina. I masturbated her until she had an orgasm. We kiss while she recovered. She went about taking off the cheap tank top and the shorts I was wearing. My shoes and socks were next. That left me nothing more than the cheap white cotton panties. When I was naked, she played with my little nipples. Until that day I had no idea just how sensitive my nipples were. I could have had an orgasm just from her playing with them. Not being the kind of girl prone to vanity, I never bothered shaving my underarms or my crotch. At the age of thirteen my pubic hair was just on my vulva forming a natural triangle. Other than that, my body was hairless. When Tempest saw my hairy underarms, she stuck her nose in the hair and smelled my underarm, before she licked my underarm. She sucking on my little nipples until I was whimpering like a puppy. She virtually picked me up with her hands under my butt and smelled my pussy before she started licking my pussy. I didn't think she was ever going to stop. It was driving me to distraction but I couldn't cum. Just when I was about beg her to stop, was when she placed her right hand between my legs and drove her thumb up my asshole. I cried out and almost passed out. I curled up in her arms and I kissed her on the mouth, and relished the smell and taste of my own pussy smeared all over her face. We made love to each other at least five times before I had to put my clothes and glasses back on and get home to prepare dinner. That night in my own bed, I smelled the fingers that had masturbated Tempest to mutable orgasms. I masturbated for hours before I fell asleep. Every day after that I would head directly to Tempest's trailer and went to bed with her. I loved the smell of her perfumed bed. We would roll around in her rumpled satin sheets. I would shower as soon as I got home, so the Mother wouldn't smell her perfume on my body. Foolish me, I didn't take into count that sometimes Mother did the laundry, and the smell of my clothes would permeate all of the clothes in the hamper. One day when Mom had a day off she took the laundry to the laundry room, it didn't dawn that she would smell my clothes until it was too late. When Mom brought the wash home folded in the laundry bag she placed the on her bed and sorted out the sheets, her clothes and mine. She called me to her room and said, "When I opened the laundry bag I smelled the strong odor of a woman's perfume! Are you seeing that stripper?" I was almost brought to tears and sheepishly said, "Yes" "The only way your clothes would absorb the odor of her perfume that strongly was to be in close contact with her. Are you having ex with her?" "yes" My mother sat on the bed and studied my face. She didn't say anymore until we were eating dinner. "I'm not sure how I feel about you in a sexual relationship with an older woman. The idea of you make love to a woman that makes her living stripping in nightclubs. She associated with a very unsavory crowd." "Mom she is actually a nice woman! Her goal in to retire young and buy a modest home someday. She might even marry a woman with children." Mom said, "Doesn't she have sex with men for money?" "She was raped as a young girl and ran away by 15. She has no use for men at all." "I have to think about this for a while. I will decide what I will do eventually." The next day I told Tempest about my mother smelling her perfume and confronting me. Tempest said, "I better make arrangements to move on to another city." I pleaded, "Please don't leave." "Honey, I could go to jail for contributing to the delinquency of a minor, I hate to run but jail doesn't appeal to me." When Mom got home I pleaded with her to talk to Tempest. I don't want her to move away." Mom took me by the hand and walked me to Tempest's trailer and knocked on the door. When she opened the door, there was a moment where Tempest wasn't sure what to do. She must have wanted to run, but she eventually opened the screen door and invited us in. She offered us to sit on her couch. Mother did miss the photographs at all. Tempest was at least wearing stretch jeans and a western style shirt with pearl snaps on the sleeves, pockets and down the front, and cowboy boots. I had the feeling she was dressed like that because she was about to hook up her trailer and leave. Mom said, "I'm happy to finally meet you. Nicole tells me that she is in love with you." Tempest started to apologize, but Mom stopped her, "I'm not here to cause you any trouble. I just want to know about your feelings about this." Tempest was nervous, "I'm terribly upset about what has happened. I didn't deliberately set out to seduce Nicole. I just enjoyed her company, but it didn't take long before I fell in love with your daughter! Can you forgive me?" "I'm not sure I will ever forgive you, but I'm willing to accept that my daughter loves you. Do you intend to make sure that you don't break her heart when you decide to move on? I'm well aware that Nicole is immature and her feeling may change before you might like." Tempest couldn't contain herself, she approached my mother and pulled her to her feet and hugged her and kissed her. "I would love nothing more that to look after Nicole and someday marry her, even if it never become legal." Mother was not only shocked to be hugged and kissed by the voluptuous woman and the proclamation of a desire to marry me. Tempest said, "Can I offer you wine? I don't have Champlain handy, but I do have a respectable bottle of Le Grand Courtage Rose Brut Bedazzled. It is a very good pink wine." Mom didn't have a clue about wine, but she accepted. Tempest asked, "Being that this is a special occasion, don't you think Nicole should join us?" Mom agreed, so Tempest got out three long stemmed glasses and pulled fancy bottle with a pink label almost like a crest. She opened the bottle by sticking a needle through the cork and pumping air into the bottle until the cork popped out. She smiles, "No Muss No Fuss and no corkage in the bottle!" She poured a generous amount of wine in all three glasses. I was thrilled to be accepted as almost an adult, and that mother was giving her blessing for my love affair with an older woman. I jumped into Tempests arms and kissed her. She held me on her hip like a mother carries a child as we sipped our wine. After the toast Mother apologized that she had things to do before bed time. As I slipped to the floor the three of us hugged and Mother was about to make her exit, and she simply said to me, "Nicole, remember you do have school tomorrow. When we were alone behind closed door I was all over Tempest. She held me at arm's length and said, "We have some things to discuss first." I asked, "You were about to leave, weren't you?" Tempest said, "Yes, I was just about to disconnect the utilities and hook up my truck when your mother knocked on the door. That reminds me I need to make a call." She pulled her cell-phone out of her pocket and used speed dial to place a call. She told her agent to stop looking for employment out of state because she was planning to stay where she was for the foreseeable future, thanked her and finished the call and placed the phone on the end table. She turned to me and said, "Your mother and I will have to discuss what kind of arrangement we are going have. Will you be living with me or are you going to remain where you are for the foreseeable future?" I was very excited about the prospect of getting to live with Tempest and wasn't thinking about anything else. She calmed me down and asked, "What do you need to do before school tomorrow?" I assured her, "All I needed to do was shower in the morning before getting dressed and eat something." With that we drank more wine in celebration before we made our way to her bedroom and we undressed each other. It was so exciting to go to bed with Tempest without the guilty feelings attached to hiding from my mother that I was having sex with an older woman. We were free to kiss, suck each other's tit and mark each other's tits with love bites. She tit fucked me and when she scissoring me she rubbed her wet pussy all over my body. Tempest even demonstrated her love for me by turning me over and pulling me to my knees and rimming my asshole. I even had an orgasm, when she tongue-fucked my asshole. I'm sure the little old ladies that saw me walking from Tempest's trailer to Mom's trailer the next morning had a lot of fodder to gossip about. I eventually even moved into Tempest's trailer. We lived together for years. When she grew to old to be an exotic dancer she had saved enough to basically retire, but she supplemented her income by teaching young women the art of exotic dancing. The problem became evident when I discovered that she couldn't resist seducing her students. I became disillusioned because of her infidelity and left her to seek a living on my own. I had earned a masters degree in physiology and was working as therapist while working towards my PhD. While working I met and fell in love with a fellow therapist and eventually married and even adopted a couple of girls. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.