Tara's reimagined account.
I encountered a woman at the grocery store.
I was trying to select something for myself in the "ladies area" section and my eighteen-year-old daughter was sitting in the car listening to her i-pod while she waited silently. She appeared to be petite, in her late twenties, with brown eyes and auburn hair. She was wearing jeans and a lower-cut top. I couldn't take my eyes off her, as she was incredibly attractive, yet I'm usually more interested in men. As I gazed at her, she noticed me and glanced back before looking up at me. Her expression was puzzled, and she once again looked at me. She finally asked, "What is it?"
I became flustered and said, "I guess I was staring at you."
She smiled gently and nodded.
I continued, "I'm sorry. You're just so beautiful that I couldn't help myself. … Um, by the way, my name is Jocelyn." I stretched out my hand and she took it, introducing herself as Tara.
I sensed a certain energy between us that drew me closer. I was intrigued by her expression when I was looking at her earlier - it seemed worried and anxious. I started to question why pretty girls could still appear unhappy. As I thought back to her expression, it made me feel protective of her. I reached for her hand again, and as we stood close together, I moved in even closer, bringing our hands up so hers was on my chest.
I gazed into her eyes and asked, "Are you okay?" I could sense that she wasn't, but I left the decision in her hands to share her emotions.
When she couldn't find the right words to respond, I tried to soothe her and inadvertently broke the silence: "You seem distraught. Do I make you feel this way?"
She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. As her face became distraught, I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in until she was pressed against me. She leaned her head on my shoulder and cried softly. A few shoppers passed by us, noticing the situation but avoided any immediate interaction. As her sobs subsided, Tara shifted back and looked apologetic.
"What's the problem?" I inquired further.
"I don't know," she replied. Feeling inspired, I took her hand and brought it to my waist. I placed my other hand on her shoulder, bringing her close to me. "If there's anything I can do to help, I will. I'll give it my all if I can or I won't stop trying even if I can't."
Despite attempting to mirror inspirational speeches with my daughter, I had no success.
Before she could protest about spending more money, I grabbed an item she was trying to return and placed it back in her cart. I handed the cashier twenty dollars.
"I must have forgotten my money in my other purse," I told the cashier.
Tara seemed startled by my action. "Oh, oh, um, yes, must have."
I was puzzled by her response, which contradicted what I'd said earlier. Despite this, my gesture must have been appreciated, as she settled the bill and leaned gently into me. From there, we journeyed through the store as she allowed me to continue holding her hand. I pointed out a few items that I imagined she could use and watched as she placed them in her basket.
The girl softly expressed her admiration, "That was a heartwarming act you just did there," she said. "She rarely has much money, yet she is always so polite and tries her best."
I nodded, returned her smile, and went towards Tara.
"Are you here by car or on foot?" I inquired.
"On foot. But it's not too far, I assure you."
"It's too far for me to walk," I declared.
She observed me and replied, "Are you coming to my place? Want to argue? Fight?"
She smiled again, and said, "no."
My child was done with crying and was now eager to return home to flaunt her hard life on social media when her mother and a strange lady approached the vehicle, hand in hand. She exited the car and went towards my side to open the hatch. I beamed at her, introduced Tara. "This is my daughter, Bonnie. Bonnie, Tara."
They shook hands and embraced, a tradition for they were girls.
"Tara is coming home with us - would you mind hopping in the back, sweetheart?"
"Sure Mom," she responded, and went back to collect her "stuff."
She gathered her belongings, placed them in the vehicle, and got in without putting her earphones back on. I opened the door for Tara, who entered feeling uneasy.
We stopped by KFC, and I purchased the dinners. Bonnie, an eighteen-year-old and eternally hungry, quickly devoured her three-piece quarter meal with extra seasoning. While Tara held mine and hers on her lap, I saw how hungry she was. I comfortingly stated, "You can dig in if you'd like."
She hesitated, shook her head, and waited.
Bonnie had finished eating and discarded the rubbish in the trash can. Exiting the car, she walked towards her room. She was giving us privacy. I loaded the shopping bags into the kitchen. Tara followed with the drinks holder and our meals.
I instructed where the plates and glasses were located, bestowing the title of "KFC server upper" on her. I went out to fetch the final essentials, including her share.
She was already seated at the table as I returned. We sat in a corner, noshing on our KFC. After a while, I extended my hand towards hers.
"You can share your tale now or later or maybe never," I said. "You decide."
She provided a sad little smile and looked away.
"I've contemplated this on our journey - I don't have the power to fix what's mended, but I can provide you with a fresh start. Do you think that's something you might be interested in?"
Although vague, she comprehended perfectly. She was silent for a time and eventually spilled, "I've experienced terrible events in my life, and you're the first sane person I've encountered in who knows how long. If you truly mean it, yes, I would cherish the opportunity."
I embraced her tightly and pledged, "I've never believed in something more."
Finishing our KFC, I took her to the sofa where we sat sideways, and we both shared the same chair. Her head rested on my shoulder, and I enveloped her in my arm.
"These were quite the quirky events, huh?" I whispered to her. "I left a sulky teenager and met this remarkable lady."
"I was just thinking the same thing. You lucked out on the sulky one, though." she stated, grinning.
"She's usually nicer than she was today. She needs to know about this." I stated.
Tara nodded, and I went to Bonnie's room to inform her of the arrangement. Taking just a moment to deliberate, she emerged from her room, looking excited to meet Tara.
"Bonnie, honey, Tara will be staying with us."
(I'm just going for it. Get ready to dodge any potential retaliation, but speak your truth.)
"Ohh, cool!" Bonnie replied. "This will be fantastic. Mom, you're the best."
(One attempts, that's the spirit. The medal is mine.)
Tara and I sat down and chatted. Tara seemed reluctant to open up about herself, but eventually we discovered that her ex-partner had made her feel terrible about herself. He made her believe she had lost her attractiveness, that people didn't like her, and eventually shattered her self-confidence. She eventually saw through him and asked him to leave. In retaliation, he wrecked her apartment and stole her credit cards, maxing them out.
"I was so surprised when you said I was pretty," Tara said. "I thought I was just plain." She also shared that she was unemployed, unable to pay for her apartment repairs, and her credit cards were maxed out. Her belongings had also been ruined by her ex.
Bonnie suddenly came in and gave Tara a huge hug. Tears filled her eyes as she said, "Fucking bastard." We all knew what she was referring to.
Tara looked at me and then at Bonnie. She humbly said, "Thank you." Bonnie gave Tara another hug.
I reassured Tara, "Whatever you're going through, it's not going to be a problem, sweetheart. I can sort that for you."
Bonnie stayed for a while longer, holding hands with Tara before giving her a final hug and a kiss to me.
I called after her, "Honey, let's keep this our little secret for now, no social media okay?"
"You mean he could find out?"
"You never know, better to be safe than sorry."
With Tara and Bonnie gone, we resumed our cuddling. We continued to do the usual couple things like staring into each other's eyes, holding hands, and smiling.
"Do you find me attractive?" Tara asked.
"Absolutely! What made you feel that way?"
"I didn't want to just be a crutch or something."
"You're not. And would you like to stay with us?"
Tara seemed unhappy with this idea.
"Or you could stay with me if you'd rather," I offered.
She responded by kissing me. This kiss had been building up for some time, and as soon as our lips met, it was incredibly passionate. Tara kept pulling me closer while I played with her nipples. When it was my turn, she pulled her top and bra off, and I caressed her breasts. I undid my jeans and panties, and she pulled them off while caressing me. I returned the favor and touched her soft, wet pussy.
We changed places, with Bonnie in between us. I held her hands and put them on my breasts. Then, I took her right hand and placed it on my pussy.
"This is something we've never done before," I told her.
"I've been really horny lately. And now that Tara's here, too."
I pulled her hands off my chest and stood up.
"Show us what you're made of, dear. Strip for us."
Tara stripped in front of us, revealing her assets. We enjoyed the sight while we kissed and held each other.
(Continued in this form. I've ceased tweaking the words, and now it feels like a true story from me.)
Tara fell in love with us, and we loved her. We spent so many nights together, exploring each other's bodies. In time, Tara and I became more than friends; we became partners. We made love on a regular basis, and it was so intense that I woke up with sore muscles and fatigue.
As time went by, we had more people join us. One night, we had three women fucking at the same time. I was feeling so sensual, wet and horny with our threesomes. Bonnie and Tara favored me and complimented my appearance, calling me sexy and sexy. This made me feel good, making love with them, and while they held me in their mouths, being in control of their bodies left me feeling aroused.
One day, Tara came over, and I noticed that she was nervous. We usually had threesomes now, but she wanted to explore something new. I told her it was okay, and as we made love, I whispered to her that it was hot. She started balling me out, making it loud, asking me, "This is why you've been so grumpy lately, right? You want to have sex with me?"
I hugged my little girl and kissed her passionately. "You can kiss me like that whenever you want, sweetheart."
We had a blast dancing on the bed, sometimes even to dance halls. I enjoyed teasing her and started bottling my stuff with her. She loved being touched. Finally, I reached my breaking point and crashed.
The next day at work, I was exhausted and in pain, but it was all worth it. It felt so good to make love regularly. I couldn't wait to come home and make love to my two sweet ladies.
To our delight, our young apprentices also jumped into the shower. We all had a lot of fun. We laughed and shared our experiences, which led some of us in threesomes with other people. We kept it a secret, except when it came to the point where I had to get a personal injury insurance at work.
I had a breaking point, and we came to an understanding. Tara and Bonnie would be with me on special days only. This was acceptable, and they appreciated it. There was a lot of fun in the process of making love and exploring.
One day, I came home from work, and Dorothy kissed me in the hallway as she lost control of her car. It was nice to finally make love to Tara and Bonnie.
On one special occasion, we had Sarah and Julia over. It was an intense night, and we all had a great time. This was a process that fulfilled us and was interesting to share with others.
Ah, those were good times! So many special moments with my beautiful ladies, and with others we brought into the mix. I will never forget those amazing memories.
Sending kisses to my two sweet ladies.
Tara removed her nightshirt, revealing a hairy pussy and grapefruit-shaped breasts. She then turned around, allowing us to admire her adorable teenage ass. We caressed and swatted her buttocks.
Tara proceeded to light two silver candlesticks, placing them beside each other. She positioned us both so that our legs were out of the way.
"Side by side," she instructed.
As our legs stretched out, Tara lowered the candles, dripping hot wax onto our bodies. She applied the wax to our breasts, then onto our nipples before moving on to our vaginas. Bonnie gasped and tried to widen her legs further. I closed my eyes, relishing the burning sensation and the anticipation of not knowing which area would be waxed next.
With the candles extinguished, Tara inserted them into our wet vaginas and vigorously pumped them back and forth. Bonnie reached over to hold my hand. With my legs wide apart, our lovers were able to witness the full extent of our naked forms.
Bonnie loudly climaxed first, her body stiffening and her eyes widening. I sat up to see this beauty and stayed in that position as I enjoyed more candle pumping until I too could feel my orgasm approaching.
"Observe my pussy, honey," I informed Bonnie, who sat up and stared intently at my genitals. During the sexual climax, I displayed every movement of my vagina. Afterward, we remained limp but continued to stay naked with our legs apart for our lovers to witness.
"Tara, you have an incredible body," I praised.
Bonnie simply embraced me, her hand gliding up and down my torso.
Tara asked, "May I take you to bed, dearest?"
Bonnie responded with a smile. "It was everything I imagined, Mom" she said, planting a long kiss on my lips. She held hands with Tara and left the room.
Since it was Tara's turn to leave, I filled the lull with cleaning up.
Two hours later, Tara returned, informing me, "She's fast asleep now." Feeling curious, I sneaked down the hallway to peek into her room through her open door.
Astonished, I noticed that Bonnie never shut her door. Tara lay motionless, face down, covered in no clothes. I wondered how our relationship would have developed had things played out differently. Regrets are useless at this point; the future will reveal our fate.
I retrieved my strap-on from the drawer and put it on. Entering the living room, I announced, "This strap-on is going in your pussy, Tara."
She gazed at me in mock fright. "Are you serious?"
"Very," I confirmed, guiding Tara onto her knees. "Doggy style."
Sitting behind her, I aligned the tip with her mouth and then moved it to her vagina, carefully easing it in, followed by pushing it all the way inside. To her delight, I proceeded by rotating my hips with full length stroking, all while massaging her breasts. Bonnie's gasping resonated through the room. Bending her over, I lay on the carpet with her between my legs, her pussy open and inviting.
Watching Bonnie's facial expressions as she climaxed left me in awe. She dozed off on the floor, her head against mine and her eyes closed.
"Do you love me?" I questioned her.
"More than you can imagine," she responded, still with eyes closed.
We remained this way, cuddling until we felt drowsy. Until sleep overtook us, I admired her beauty.
I awoke first, tightly hugging her once more. She stirred, her eyes opening towards me, a small smile on her lips.
"I thought it was a dream," she murmured softly.
"No, lover," I replied. "You were in my arms last night and will be again tonight. You had sex with me and Bonnie last night, so you can have sex with us whenever you desire."
Our lips met in a gentle kiss.
"Let's take a shower."
We moved towards the bathroom, equipped with a toilet, shower, bathtub, and vanity all in the same room. I sat on the toilet, taking a piss while she observed.
"Watch me," she told me, standing on the seat and lowering into a crouch. She let a steady stream of urine flow over my hand, her hot pee on my skin.
"I enjoy urine play," she confessed. "I can teach you if you wish."
"Yes, please. That would be interesting."
"No, it's nasty yet incredibly arousing. You'll love it."
She shut off the shower and we stepped inside together. The sound must have awakened Bonnie, who came in to also use the toilet. She pulled her legs apart and we watched her pee while she gazed at our naked bodies, washing each other. I exited to dry myself, and Bonnie took my spot beside Tara. Tara washed her, devoting much time to her breasts, vagina, and anus. Bonnie simply stood there, her arms reaching skywards and her eyes closed.
They completed their routines and dried off as well.
I returned with some oil, applying some to my hands and rubbing it onto Bonnie. She returned the favor, rubbing it on Tara. Tara, in turn, massaged it onto me. Our glistening physiques looked magnificent.
"Bonnie?" Tara inquired.
"Yes, Tara?"
"You have a very spankable behind," she noted. "Do you know this?"
"Yes."
"Then I will demonstrate."
Tara moved to the living room, instructing Bonnie to place herself over her knee. The young girl lay there, allowing her bottom to be whacked gently.
She reveled in it.
"Harsher. Harsher," she ordered, her smacking hand now turning red.
I fetched a ping pong bat, presenting it to Tara.
She smacked Bonnie's rear with the bat.
"Ooh. Oooh God yes, more, please more," Bonnie groaned.
Her bottom was spanked purposefully with the bat and, following the ordeal, she lay lifeless over Tara's leg.
"Are you trying to delay our busy day with your limp body." I teased. "Up you get."
The young head nodded in confirmation.
"Okay then, just asking." My grin broadened, and Bonnie began to laugh.
Tara stroked her somewhat red derriere affectionately.
I retrieved some cream, applying it to the now crimson bottom. I caressed her soft, round backside.
"Can you feel your pussy, Bonnie?" I prodded temptingly.
Her legs widened. My fingers slid between her legs and onto her vulva.
"Push your thighs apart and experience your pussy," I coaxed. "Embrace being a sexual being for us. Grab that toy over there. I'll be watching you deeply during your orgasm."
A moment of silence before she came, her lips parting and eyes closed. We glanced upon her opened, cream-covered vagina, her pleasure reflected in her expression.
Tara knelt beside me.
"Bonnie, that was simply beautiful," she praised, caressing her body.
"Was it spectacular?"
She beamed. "Truly, it was."
"I know how you felt last night, dear," I continued. "All you want is to be admired."
She grinned.
"I'd love to simply lay here and have you watch me."
"Well, I'll be in the kitchen, so turn to face that way and part your lips."
"What about you?" Tara questioned.
"Oh, I'll be inside you while you're in the kitchen." I said with a nonchalant shrug. "Ready?"
"Yes."
I handed her the strap-on, and she slipped it onto herself. Following these preparations, we settled into our positions--she on her back, her legs spread open, and me with my fingers on her labia.
"You are so gorgeous," I complimented. "Your figure is stunning. Let go of all inhibition. Come for us."
Her breathing intensified, and after a few moments of silence, she reached her climax.
Breathing deeply, she opened her eyes and said, "Thank you."
Tara softly caressed her lower back, loving the sight of the glistening, oiled body before her.
I prepared breakfast with a dildo inserted in my vagina while glancing at my daughter who laid spread-eagled with her vagina spread as far apart as she could.
Bonnie remained on the floor, rolling over so we could admire her derriere as she indulged in breakfast propped up on her forearms.
"For your visual enjoyment," she said with a smirk.
We couldn't help but admire her while eating breakfast. During our coffee break, Tara spoke.
"What you said to Bonnie," I answered, "that was the greatest turn-on I've ever heard. Oh my, that was amazing. I was wet just listening to it."
"Would you like me to spank you too and guide you to your orgasm?"
She handed me the ping pong bat- didn't we always call them bats?- and directed me to the couch. I sat down and she positioned herself across my knees. I spanked her. Given her experience, I gave it my all. Her legs splayed wide apart and when I finished the spanking, I wandered down to her anus and pussy.
She was extremely wet.
"Lie on the floor with your legs wide open, show us your pussy, exhibit it. Spread it open and reveal those lips. Yes, you're wet. You're a naughty, wet, horny slut. You desire to be fucked, don't you? You're a naughty, slutty girl. You're wet. Insert your fingers in your vagina, deeper, deeper, yeah, now lick your juices off your fingers. Taste your juices. Squeeze your nipples, squeeze harder. Yes, open your mouth. I'm going to spit in your mouth, slut. Lie there and accept it."
I leaned over and spat forcefully in her mouth.
"You nasty little slut."
I squatted over her face.
"Lick my anus. Yeah, and my vagina. Lick, oh my goodness, you nasty little slut."
She had been lying with her mouth open and her eyes shut. I could hear her breathing accelerate, indicating she was close.
"Yes, baby, yes, be my slut, come for me, come for me, feel it coming, I'm gazing at your wet pussy. I'm watching it dilate. Wow, I can see all the way inside you, you look stunning, come on, more, display everything, come on now, yeah."
Her vagina opened and closed as she climaxed. She lay motionless afterward with her eyes closed. Finally, she opened her eyes and saw both Bonnie and me watching her. A faint smile appeared on her face, and her affection was evident.
"Oh thank you," she whispered reverently, "that was fucking incredible. I guess they say the ears are the G-spot."
"Yep, Mom," Bonnie next to me chimed in, "You're such a slut. It's fantastic that you're my mom. And she greeted me with a passionate kiss.
I was rather aroused after all this, but I had things to do today. I notified Helen at my office that I would be taking the day off. Then I gathered all the necessary information from Tara, obtained a privacy release from her, and went to my bank.
Combined, it came to over twenty thousand dollars, necessitating an extension on my mortgage to accommodate it. My private banker arranged all that for me and forwarded inquiries to the credit card companies and the property manager. I left her with instructions to settle each debt as soon as it arrived and returned home.
They were both naked still. My God, these two are brazen!
I removed my clothes as well and joined them.
"Bonnie, be a good little slut and prepare lunch for us while we gawk at your bum," I ordered.
She left to organize lunch, wiggling her butt as much as possible.
"Just make sandwiches Honey," I called after her, "there's ham, lettuce, and bread there." I glanced at her and saw her in control. "Yep, you've got it Hon. Your butt is amazing too."
She turned around and rudely stuck her tongue out at her mother.
"Nice tongue, but be more respectful in my vagina," I remarked.
Tara chuckled heartily, her tears streaming down her face.
"You two: you never cease to amaze me. You're entertaining as hell."
Following lunch, I arranged certain items that Tara could wear.
"We're going shopping, sweetheart," I informed her. "A woman needs to feel attractive."
For nearly four hours, we were absent, and when we returned, Tara owned a complete wardrobe, makeup, perfumes, shoes, accessories, a laptop, and a suitable phone - to name a few things we acquired throughout the journey.
Bonnie still remained naked upon our return.
There was a shift in her appearance - her vagina had been shaved. What a delightful surprise! Nevertheless, we had tasks to attend to - busy, busy.
Eventually, she erupted.
"Damn it, Mom! Look at my fucking pussy! I shaved the fucking thing for you! I might as well not have bothered!" She glared menacingly at me. I strolled over and embraced her.
"I'm only an asshole, huh? Sorry, honey. I was just messing with your head," I planted a kiss on her lips and stroked her hair. "You look extraordinary with your shaved pussy. You're simply irresistible. Now stop pouting and aide me following dinner, and Tara and I will penetrate you together - and I'll do your ass."
Her lips curved into a smile. She set the table and consumed her meal without any prompts.
What an obedient child.
I collected the strap-ons and lube. She bent over and I rubbed the lubricant over my shaft and her buttocks while gently pressing against her anus. It began to open and I pushed deeper, until I nestled firmly against her bottom. Now we both lay down with me beneath her and Tara lay over her, impaling her with her phallus within her vagina.
I instructed Tara to carry on while I waited. When she climaxed, I placed her beside me, cradling her head on my arm.
"Are you content?" I inquired.
"Much more so," she responded, her eyes closed, legs apart.
"Our mutual lives have improved drastically since Tara's presence, hasn't it, daughter?"
She discarded her upper-class accent and reached for Tara. Tara lay beside her and they shared a kiss on the lips.
"My life has greatly enhanced since I encountered you and your mom," Tara whispered.
I kissed Bonnie and subsequently embraced Tara.
We remained in this position for some time. Personally, I couldn't conceive of a more gratifying occupation.
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