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A cold winter night. Another day inside the house. When the TV news talked about storing food for a possible snowstorm that would be bigger than normal, Eleanor didn't give them too much credibility, but since she was a careful person, she still obliged to the news. Better be safe than sorry , she thought, even if reluctantly.
She never imagined, however, that a sunny day of 22°C would turn into a snowy stormy night. Not even that this storm would continue for days, and hold everyone in their homes for – if the forecast was to be taken seriously this time – at least a week.
Global change, am I right?
For a moment Eleanor seriously thought that this could even be the end of the world, with such a drastic change in weather.
With how quickly everything changed, she also didn't have enough time to pick up her little daughter Kate, just 8, from her classmate's house and she had to stay over. Of course, Kate is loving every second of it, and the classmate's parents - the Bloomberg family - didn't mind.
It helps that Debbra is an old good friend, and that Eleanor is paying for any extra expense Kate might make.
The only ones who were now at the Whitfield residence were Eleanor, a single mother of 37 years old, and her eldest daughter of 16, Amelia. The girl at least seemed amused, since they still had an internet connection, and she seemed even happier that classes had been canceled for the week. Not to mention that her younger sister was not around to, quote, "annoy her to no end."
Eleanor was almost lying on her couch in the living room while pretending to watch some new series of one of the thousands of the Stream Services™ that existed. In fact, she was not paying attention, and was completely bored, without much to do.
Eleanor had shoulder-length red hair, wavy at the tips. She had well-designed thick eyebrows; green jade eyes who was always focused and deep; pouty yet sharp lips. Her body was chubby, with some amounts of flab of fat all over; she was curvy, with a fair but slightly pale skin. She was, as the teens would say, a thicc milf.
She had a heavy chest well-cladded in her comfy bralette, showing a lot of cleavage; a soft and jiggly big ass coupled with thick thighs, squeezed in on striped boyshorts panties, that also made apparent her already massive bulge on the front of it.
She was almost nude. She had spent the entire day so far doing almost nothing. She didn't properly dress or even took a bath. She was just in her underwear as she watched a show, oftentimes sneaking her hand inside her panties to leisurely caress her cock to the image of Danielle Panabaker every time she showed on the screen.
Coincidentally, she was doing exactly that when she heard footsteps climbing down the stairs. Eleanor didn't bother stopping her caressing, as she saw her daughter Amelia showing up in the living room.
"Hey, Amelia," Eleanor didn't look at her daughter, but she got off to her daughter's eyes glaring at her, as her cock started to harden, her pale hands caressing her meat as she looked at the TV.
"Mom, the fuck are you doing?" Amelia said, in a mock-up astonishment, as she was unsurprisingly becoming numb to the feeling. Situations like that became almost normal now inside the house, during these days.
It was surprising for Amelia at first. She got shocked out of her wit. It was shocking to see her normally uptight, prudish and perfect mom devolve into this lazy horny sloth, in the first few days of this forced isolation. However, now that she was approaching the fifth day, this was almost a common occurrence. Even though it was somewhat normalized, Amelia couldn't help herself in finding this behavior a tad strange.
Eleanor's change was fueled - at first - by small things. She was still trying to keep herself motivated and well-behaved in the first couple of days. However, multiple accidents happened that contributed to her eventual transformation into this sloppy woman.
Seeing her daughter Amelia more often surely contributed to it. She never had much time anymore to just bond, honestly. Her daughter, or Eleanor herself, always had something to do. Basically, before this isolation, the period where they spent more time together was at dinner. However this barely counted since Kate was also there - and given some circumstances and that fact she was younger - she ultimately received more attention. So, now she had time to watch over Amelia better, and got to see her in a different light. Almost literally.
She got a glimpse of her only in her underwear on the first day. That made her cock full-mast, no matter what guilt overcame her state of mind. She tried to dissuade herself with thoughts of how wrong it was to think of her daughter like that, what religion says, what her mother often said while she was growing up. But in the end, her cock was the honest one.
On another occurrence, Eleanor saw Amelia bent down while looking for something on the fridge, using minuscule shorts that caved on her asscheeks tightly, making her teen body look even sexier. Even though she had the company of porn, her mind started drifting towards her daughter. Her thoughts started to form an obsession and, by curiosity, she delved into the internet to read occurrences of incest, and that led to her to stepdaughter porn videos. It wasn't with a clean mind, but she dove into it, in an attempt to satisfy her desires.
That day, she jacked off way more times than she would admit.
However, it was a mistake. On day three, she couldn't help herself. Eleanor snooped Amelia's panties she found tossed in the bathroom – she was not the only one getting lax. Eleanor took the panties and sniffed it, feeling for the first time the deep scent of her daughter's cunt, bringing her old memories back to surface, and making her remember how long she went without real sex, not eventual masturbation, or "boring, you have to make a baby" sex.
No, her daughter's panties brought these memories of intense mornings, afternoons, and nights of pure bliss of her youth's reckless past. Both of her sexes were awakening to it, desiring these days back vividly, and Eleanor gave in to these memories for the first time in decades.
As a result of her accumulated lust, even after a night of masturbation in a futile attempt to repress her desires, Eleanor reverted to her old self. Her teenager, young-adult self, that fucked women and/or got fucked by girl cocks whenever she had the chance. Either by friends or even nameless women; her young self didn't care. All she cared about was the pleasure. The girth and size of cocks exploring her pussy, or the wetness and tightness of other women cunts that she had spunked.
Eleanor had successfully built a persona of a proud momma that worked full time, all the time, to provide for her family. She worked her ass off, hard enough for her mind not to even think about lewdness. She would work 24 hours. When she wasn't working she was eating, sleeping, taking a bath, doing house chores or taking care of her daughters; always way too exhausted to think about anything lewd. At night she would prepare her schedule for the other day, she would pray, and she would always dream about working, waking up on the next day to care for her family and to get ready for her job.
But now her schedule was open. She didn't need to care for a young child or think about making food or dream about working when her home office schedule was so lax compared to her normal one. Her mask was cracked open and laid bare, revealing the true Eleanor that Amelia never saw in her life.
Eleanor's cock got full mast, and it was throbbing inside her boyshorts. Her hand was stroking leisurely, but her source of attention wasn't on-screen anymore. She turned to her daughter instead, who was still lying in the corner of the living room.
"So, are you staying there?" Eleanor offered a teasing smile, still holding her glare to her daughter.
Amelia only huffed and crossed her mother's way. Eleanor's eyes lowered to her daughter's ass as she passed by, ogling and smirking to herself as she resisted the urge to whistle, her hands still on inside her panties, caressing her hard penis.
"You know, I don't remember ever buying these mini shorts for you," she told her daughter.
Amelia, who was about to enter the kitchen, stopped, her shoulder slumping. She looked back at her mother and almost grimaced at the fact that her hands didn't stop caressing herself as she was looking at her.
"What? Am I not allowed?" she asked with a long sigh. That would be just the worst for her.
"Quite the opposite," Eleanor said, biting her lower lip as she ogled. "I think it's pretty hot."
Amelia was the perfect specimen of a female teenager ready to be bred, in Eleanor's eyes. She was tall, almost Eleanor's own height, and she was 1.8m tall. Amelia was slim but with enough curves. A curvaceous heart-shaped ass with long legs, a thin waist, nice gropable tits with fair skin, beautiful almond eyes and long natural mane of light brown hair. All packed within a 16-year-old body Eleanor couldn't help but sexualize after falling into her old persona.
Amelia doesn't know how to react to this new version of her mom. She just blushed from the… compliment? Harassment? She turned around and went to the fridge.
"Since you're there, fetch me a beer," Eleanor asked. She has been drinking a lot since the forced break. She eventually had to work a little in her office every day, but she got time and her mother wasn't in her case bothering her. She was a successful woman, after all.
"Nice impression of a drunk dad, mom!" Answered Amelia from the fridge.
Eleanor grabbed her phone and zoomed in on her daughter, capturing the moment she had leaned in to grab the beer can on the lower spot of the fridge, in a nice creep shot. Eleanor felt her cock throb to the image of her cute daughter pointing her ass towards her. She bit harder on her lower lip.
"Don't make me spank you, girl," she told Amelia, and then, in a lower voice she added, "please do."
When her daughter came back, Eleanor's phone wasn't in the way anymore, and she had taken her hand out of her panties as well. However, her cock was pretty much still very erect and ready inside her boyshorts.
Amelia handed the can to her mom and she opened it with a loud tsss!
"Thanks, babe," Eleanor said with a half-smile as she started to chug down her tasteful beer, "You want some?"
"Are you offering me alcohol?" her daughter asked, skeptical.
"Of course," Eleanor slouched on the couch as she put her arms across the back pillows, "it's not like you never had some. You're 16 years old already, and you never had alcohol?" Eleanor scoffed.
Amelia blushed with a twinge of shame and embarrassment. She heard that people of her school were already having alcohol in parties, and getting wasted from time to time, yet she was never invited for these sorts of stuff. Still, for her own mother to be the one offering first hand. She never imagined that her mother could ever behave in that way.
"Y- yeah, I had it before," she lied.
"Then, feel at ease, I won't be mad," she offered her can to Amelia.
"Um… can I really?" she asked, shyly.
"Yeah! You don't need to be shy just because this is an expensive beer. I betcha your teens can't buy beer that good for their parties, huh? Have a taste, babe."
"Um… okay, mom," Amelia picked the can as she sat down next to her mom. ' It's best for me if I sit down for this ', she thought.
Eleanor was occupying a lot of space on the couch since her legs were spread open, so Amelia was a little bit squeezed in the corner of the couch. Amelia could see really well down her mom's crotch. Her dick was bulging out, throbbing, and stretching her panties' fabric to the limit, making it almost visible. It was an impressive sight to behold, for her inexperienced eyes.
She blinked away from her mother's crotch and then looked at the cold can on her hands. She took a deep breath and then took a sip on the beer. Her face scrunched up as the liquid passed from her mouth to her throat, and she almost coughed.
Eleanor laughed a little at her daughter's face. ' Yep. That's a first timer right there ,' she thought. She couldn't believe that Amelia never had alcohol before. Eleanor back at her age was a boozehound already, always sneaking drinks from her mother when she wasn't looking.
"See, it's pretty good compared to that cheap shit, right?"
"Y- yeah… it's wild," this was her first taste of alcohol, let alone beer, so she didn't know how to think of it. She didn't dislike it, but the taste has some 'getting used to', as they say.
Eleanor put her hand down on her daughter's thigh as she was still recovering for her first sip. Her hand then crossed her white skin and went over her inner thigh, feeling her up as she looked down at Amelia.
"If you want you can grab a can for yourself," Eleanor said.
"I- I think I'm good, thanks," Amelia returned her mother's can as she got up, feeling red for both having tasted beer, and also her mother's overtly intimate caressing.
"Yeah, it's still early for drinking, I suppose," Eleanor took two big gulps from her beer, watching her daughter disappear behind the stairs. "I'll start making lunch soon, okay?"
"Whatever…" Amelia said, trying to look composed as she tried not to look at her mother's bulge again, and yet, there she was getting a privileged look at it from the stairs. It was just so… eye-catching. She rubbed her thighs together as she… couldn't help herself.
The way it strained against the cloth, the way her mother displayed it proudly. She never knew her mom could be so… perverted, but proud of it, at the same time. And she was already having a hard time not looking at the bulge, so her surprise when Eleanor pulled her panties down was immense.
Her cock sprung up, throbbing and full mast. "God, that feels good," sighed Eleanor. Eleanor adjusted herself on the couch as she wrapped a hand around her member, not realizing that her daughter was at the cusp of the stairs yet. She put the can down on the coffee table as she grabbed the remote with her other hand.
Amelia couldn't believe her ears when her mom put porn on the TV; the room suddenly filled with moans of pleasure from the porn actress. Amelia looked at the screen in shock - thinking that her mother couldn't possibly have access to premium porn. Not her catholic, prudish mother. So, she thought that that video was just on a web app.
"Don't come down the stairs, okay, babe? I'm… busy!" Eleanor said, loud, starting to jack off her cock shamelessly, pumping her hand faster around her rigid member. She really thought that Amelia had already climbed the stairs.
Amelia didn't even bother looking at the TV. The only thing her eyes were transfixed upon was on her mother's big, thick, and throbbing cock. It was pulsating with each stroke, already dribbing pre-cum. ' God, it's so fucking big…… Are all futa cocks really like that, then? Holy shit… ' Amelia bit her own lower lip as she observed her mother gasp and pant to herself as she relieved her own pent up lust.
It felt like Amelia was staring for ages, but it was only some seconds before shame overcame Amelia's instincts and she shut down her eyes immediately. She couldn't believe what she was looking at! She gritted her teeth and quickly ran up the stairs, not saying anything.
' What kind of perverted mother do I have?!' she thought to herself, while reaching her room. Her heart was racing, but she didn't know why, exactly. Was it from the shock, or from something else?
Meanwhile, Eleanor was happily stroking to her porn while panting softly, letting pleasure take control. "Oh, yeah, look at this fat butt, fuck…" she shamelessly said it out loud. imagining how her daughter's butt would feel and look.