Abby and her Daughters pt 1

This is loosely based in a true story. The characters are all real (with fictitious names of course), and things did get funky there for awhile, but a little embellishment was in order.

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Cheryl was the hot one, but she didn’t like me. Not like her sister Debi Sue did anyway. Debi Sue wanted me from the moment she first saw me. But where Cheryl was tall, and thin, and blonde, and lovely, with a tiny waist, pale blue eyes, and amazing full breasts on her slight frame, Debi Sue was short, round, and squat–like a blonde beach ball. Oh, she was pretty like her younger sibling, but in women, size matters too. And she was THICK. At least her tits were outstanding.

I tried like hell to hook up with Cheryl, but she had a thing for preppy-types, and I’d unfortunately taken the long-haired musician route instead. So after multiple turn-downs, it wasn’t too long before my 18 year old libido talked me into giving in to Debi Sue’s repeated advances.

I didn’t want my friends to know what I was up to, as they’d have ridden me mercilessly. So I’d slip away after school, and meet her at her house, where we’d spend the afternoon fucking like maniacs. She was so into me that she did pretty much whatever I wanted, and before long, we’d built something out of it. It wasn’t love-no fucking way. She was too heavy, and too country-redneck for me to ever seriously consider calling my girlfriend.

Their mom, Abby, liked me too. Debi Sue and I were always finished and dressed by the time she came home from work, but the look in Abby’s eye more than confirmed that she knew what we’d been up to. Amazingly, she never said a word. As for the father, well, near as I could tell he’d gone home to visit family back in Kentucky a few years before, and never bothered to return. They hadn’t heard from him in over a year, but seeing as he was a raging drunk, and violently crazy at times, I don’t think any of the three of them were losing too much sleep over him.

One day, late in the afternoon, after a solid hour of me nailing her from behind, Debi Sue smiled at me as we picked our clothes up off her bedroom floor.

“My momma thinks you’re cute,” she giggled, throwing her enormous bra at my head.

I had to admit-I thought Abby was something, too. She totally had that Mrs. Robinson thing going on-if Mrs. Robinson had grown up in the Appalachian Mountains, that is. She wasn’t skinny like Cheryl, nor was she round like Debi Sue, but Abby had a figure that some people would call buxom, and it totally worked for her. Abby’s dark brown hair was long, and she let it hang down freely, unlike most women in their late 40’s. And she was as tall as I was. Her blue eyes were the kind that you could totally get busted staring at-they were that pretty. And she had round, firm tits that she liked to subtly show off, long, sexy, solid legs, and delicious lips that I thought about often.

“Did she say that?” I asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“Something like that,” Debi Sue offered, nonchalantly, and squeezed my cock through my pants. Then she paused, and looked me in the eye, so I knew there was more coming. “She…uh…knows what you and I do every day.”

My stomach lurched. “Oh, great.”

She smiled again. “No, it’s cool. Really. She asked me what you and I did when we were alone. So I told her.”

“Everything?”

“Yes, everything, silly. She’s my momma.”

I couldn’t get my brain wrapped around what she was saying. “You mean…you told her everything, in detail? Like what?” I sat down on the bed, and started at the tiny backyard through the window.

“That we do it every day. That you love to lick my pussy, and cum in my mouth. That our favorite position is doggie-style. And that we tried anal a few times but it didn’t work cos you were too big. Momma has a way of finding out the things that she wants to know.”

My mouth was dry. I had to leave, but I couldn’t move. “So, um…is she polishing her shotgun, or what?”

Debi Sue turned away. “She asked me we were in love.”

I looked back at her. She was fumbling with the button in the front of her tight jeans.

“And you said…?”

“What do you think I said, honey? I said of course we were. She likes you–she’s always making fun of Cheryl’s dorky boyfriends, but not you. She called you a hottie. But I told her to back off-cos yer all mine.”

The hell I am, I thought, as I followed her out of her room and into the kitchen, slid down her jeans, and shoved my cock up inside her again, pushing her gently against the fridge. I loved the way that her large, warm ass pressed against me as I thundered in and out of her. And I loved the way that she never-ever-said no. And I loved the way that she looked at me after I’d make her cum.

The end of the school year came quickly, and I graduated with all the other retards in my class. Debi Sue and I kept at it like rabbits, although I still never had the guts to take her out on a real date. It still wasn’t a real relationship, but I found that I did look forward to seeing her-and honestly couldn’t keep my hands off of her. We’d progressed from strictly using condoms, to me employing the Amtrak method and pulling out on time, making a map of Hawaii on her large roll of a tummy. She loved it, and her pussy felt even better without latex between us.

That summer, I’d show up at her door every morning, just after Abby left for work, and baby and I would spend the day drinking run & cokes, and doing it all over her house.