This is a direct follow up to the story I posted last week. To keep up to speed, read the first part here:
All characters over 18. All feedback welcomed.
*****
Tessa Maria and her twenty-year-old, former student boyfriend were still in the throes of passion after a few weeks. Although they made no secret that they were together, they preferred time to themselves. They also quickly realized that although he wasn't Tessa's student anymore, he was still a student at their school, and if any rumor of them together caught legs, there'd be trouble. In the closest thing to an argument they'd had so far, Tessa insisted on quitting her position at the school. It was an elective, and between family money (a local chain of salons), and a healthy investment portfolio, she really was only teaching for passion. Thinking as a teacher, she forbade him from even thinking of leaving and ruining his education. He didn't want her students losing their favorite Prof. They came to a compromise. He put in to have his existing credits transfered to another school, and he was accepted. Now that they were truly free to be with each other...let's just say, the Tickle Monster would come over to celebrate at the drop of a hat. They were two happy, horny, often half-or-fully unclothed lovers, and Tessa made sure he had a million laughs daily. That brings us to now.
The lovebirds didn't get too far from the bed that morning. In their own standing split-personality roleplay game, he had woken up not with Tessa, but the Tickle Monster herself. He was in hysterics. She had him sitting butt-down on the bed, legs out, while she used her weight to pin his knees under her butt. The Tickle Monster never tied her victims up. She operated by chase down and pin down by her short, fluffy frame. It was more fun for her, and humiliating for the victim.
At this instance, the Tickle Monster was using a nylon-bristled hairbrush to administer punishment to his feet and toes. It didn't take much for him to lose his sanity in laughter. Trying and failing to keep upright, instead, it looked like a pathetic excersize routine. Finally, he grabbed onto her side boobs and massaged them. As he knew by this point, that was a huge erogenous zone for Tessa. It was an easy way to distract the Tickle Monster into slowing down or stopping. After a minute, the Tickle Monster shook with a tiny orgasm, and rolled off his legs. Tessa sat up, brushed the purple mane of hair from her face, and kissed him passionately.
"Thank you." she told him.
"I'd say it was my pleasure, but I think it was actually yours. I'm still hard-up, here." he laughed.
Tessa looked towards his waist. "Oh, I think we could fix that. Do you want to try what we saw the other night?" He happily agreed, and quickly sat on her lap at the foot of the bed.
Tessa was referring to something they saw while going down a porn site rabbit hole. A woman about Tessa's age was getting ready to play with a young stud. Whether or not it was scripted, she was interrupted by a phone call. Most of the video was of the woman playing with the young man's privates, while the person on the other end of the line was seemingly oblivious. They thought it was cute and wanted to try it for real.
"Okay, my dear. Let me call my girlfriend in England. Our dialogue should be just long and boring enough." Tessa picked up her phone to find the number in her contacts, but as soon as she picked it up, it rang; startling her. Without thinking to look, she answered. A couple seconds later, her eyes grew wide.
"Oh...Hello Mami." This surprised them both. Reflexively, Tessa eased him off her lap, and instinctively put on her robe, although her mom couldn't see her. It's my MOTHER! she mouthed to her lover.
"No, Mami, I'm still here... Wait, you're where? Say that again? ... You're HERE? At my house?? No ... No ... Well yes, of course you're welcome here any time, but --"
He couldn't make sense of the rest of the conversation, as it was a pause for Tessa's mom talking. Finally: "Okay, see you soon." Tessa hung up. She looked like a mix of emotions. Mostly disappointment coupled with a touch of anxiety.
"Oh... I wasn't ready yet for her to meet you... What is she doing here, now?"
Being the good boyfriend, he grabbed her up in a huge hug, letting the flutter of her eyelashes, and the breath from her nose, tickle his sensitive skin as he comforted her. He pulled her out at arm's length.
"Thank you, you're awesome." Tessa told him. "But now, we're playing a new game. Apparently, my mom has come over, helped herself to the pool, and is currently sunbathing, if not nude than probably in something inappropriate for her age...and our body type." She shook the thought away. "Anyhow. I want you to go downstairs - just as you are - and greet her."
"Um... Tessa? Normally I wouldn't mind, but..." He peered down to his still raging privates.
"Meh," she shrugged him off. "If the thought of meeting my mother doesn't make you soft...at least she'll see why I haven't talked to her in a while." Tessa smirked, as they giggled. "I'll be with you two in a bit. I just need time to be ready. Oh, before I forget, just in case... Watch out for her braid. Now GO... Or be spanked." she ordered, pointing at the door. By now, he knew her threat of spankings were 100% legit, so he ran out of the bedroom, off to uncharted territory.
*****
With the slider door leading to the pool open, Tessa's mom could hear the soft commotion of someone approaching the living room. Not bothering with a towel, or anything else, she rose from the lounge chair, to go inside and investigate. She entered the house, closing the door behind, though she couldn't see anyone yet.
"Tessa, sweetie, it's Mami!" the older woman called out. No one answered. Instead, she was startled, when a handsome male face suddenly peered around the corner.
"Oh! What do we have here?" she clapped her hands together once, in delight. The young man took a deep breath, and entered the room entirely. After a beat, the older woman stared at him, almost shamelessly leering at what she saw.
"Well, well..." she chuckled. "I see why my daughter has been so busy. "I am Tara Maria, Tessa's Mami. You may call me 'Tara'. And you are?"
He gave an introduction, and she grabbed him in a tight, quick hug. Tara was just as shameless as her daughter, knowing what she was doing. When she let him go, he got his first good look at Tara. You know, it sounds cliche, but the phrase: 'I see where your daughter gets her good looks from', was never more appropriate than here.
Tara Maria was built exactly like her daughter, and was just as beautiful. He could tell from the hug that she came up to the same height on him as her daughter. In fact, they might be able to pass themselves off as twins...if one of those twins was twenty years older than the other. In fact, there were only two obvious differences he could see:
As Tessa predicted, Tara was openly topless at the minute. Her only article of clothing, a black bikini thong bottom, that was covered slightly by her belly, and barely covered her personal business up front. So, Tara's chest was definitely naked to the eye, and at least one cup size bigger than her daughter's was. She caught his stare.
"Don't worry, darling, it's okay. Yes, I'm natural. Poor Tessa must've got her rack from the paternal females of the family tree." She giggled, then: "May I...touch you?"
He nodded, fearing displeasing Tara was worse than Tessa. She began toying with his nipples with her familiarly-purple fingernails.
It was then he noticed the second real difference. Tara dyed her hair as well (a few stubborn grays persevered), but went for a basic black color. He saw it as it flowed down in her long...braid. Uh oh, he thought.
Before he could say or do anything, Tara held onto her braid, brandishing the thick, paintbrush like tip, forward. He tried to back away, but Tara was as strong as her daughter. She firmly palmed his lower back, bringing him closer. She stepped over slightly, locking a leg against his. He was trapped. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Tara 'painted' his upper body up and down. He was instantly embarrassed to be this weak in this fashion, due to his girlfriend's mom...whom had to be at least as old as his own mom. It should be a turn off, but in this case, it really wasn't.
Tara finally settled the end of her braid on a target...inserting it directly into his belly button. He was too far gone in hysterics to even feel it, as they crashed down in a heap, much like the end of a game of Twister.
If he wasn't growing delirious, he would've thought this was familiar and nice. Though, with everything happening so quickly, he would've been worried about displeasing Tessa by crossing a boundary. He had no idea, and unfortunately, no time to think. Through watery eyes, he saw Tara was definitely enjoying herself. Beaming down at him, her bottom pinning him to the floor, the end of her braid swirling around his navel.
By this point, Tessa could hear the screams, pathetic peals of laughter, and useless pleas. I thought so, she figured. At least it's him, and not me. She shuddered, remembering her own Tickle Monster she dealt with in the past. When she's through with you, your own Tickle Monster will feel like a kitten, my dear. She had already made a decision. Forgive me, my darling. With that, Tessa took a deep cleansing breath. Sporting nothing but frilly purple panties, she exited the bedroom.
By this point, Tara had invoked a bit of torture to her method. She was content to focus on his tummy, swirling her braid in and around his navel. But feeling especially wicked, she used one hand to keep his nose pinched shut. Not only was it difficult to both breathe and laugh with a single airway, the sound it resulted in was pure humiliation. That was her plan. Suddenly, a vision of loveliness entered the room.
It was Tessa! His heroine. She'll save me, he thought. She's got to! Tara caught his eye, and followed it behind her, giving him his first respite.
"Tessa, my darling! How good of you to --" Tara trailed off. Tessa's expression was unreadable.
He was hopeful. Tara feared she may have gone too far.
"Turn him over!" Tessa commanded. They were both dumbfounded. Not sure what to do.
"I SAID... Turn. Him. OVER."
Finally cottoning on, Tara followed instructions. She rolled him onto his belly. The bottoms of his bare feet on display, facing Tessa.
"Hey, wait..." he protested, followed by what sounded like an orgasmic grunt.
"Whoopsie. I guess you finally lost your load," giggled Tessa. "No matter. Mami, just letting you know, this young man only has one Tickle Monster, and she's just arrived."
"Oh, Tessa, I'm sooo happy! Come, you take command." Tara gestures in the fashion of make-yourself-at-home.
"It's too bad you've just drained your snake, darling," the Tickle Monster opined. "Because this is really gonna tickle the shit outta you."
"Tickle Monster, language..." Tara teased.
The Tickle Monster parked herself on the backs of his legs, and found a second nylon hairbrush lying around. Tara, meanwhile, sat on his back, facing his head. Together, they gave him absolutely no hope of escaping (not that he'd get far, with two of them after him).
"Ready?..." Tickle Monster called out. "...And BEGIN!"
Mother and daughter had a blast, going to town on the poor young man. They even used the time to bond all over again. The type of yakety-yak talking, the young man wished to be pleasured to over the phone, in the first place. While Tickle Monster was lost in a billionth game of This Little Piggy on one foot, she scrubbed the other sole with the hairbrush. Tara, on the other hand, was doing something unusual.
"Eww, Mami...are you brushing his butt crack with your braid?" Tickle Monster laughed hard, in spite of herself.
"It's okay. I'll wash my hair at the salon later today...or tomorrow, no rush." She smirked.
Indeed, time seemed to be halted for these three. Luckily, her braid was clean, as Tara later swirled it inside each armpit. Simultaneously, Tickle Monster was busy tasting his toes. His laughter and cries grew silent. He was awake, but they'd decided they'd better stop for now. It was getting to be afternoon.
"Well, Mami," said Tessa, now putting the Tickle Monster away. "How about the three of us grab lunch?"
"I'd love to, really I would. But someone called in sick at the flagship salon today. Say... Why don't you two come over later for a mani/pedi/hair coloring for you, and our best polish pedi for him? On the house, of course."
"Of course. Well, we'll let you know."
"Yes darling," she nodded knowingly. "I've invaded your space enough today." Tara stated, as she quickly collected her clothes, and dressed. "You just call the salon when you're ready. Oh, and maybe his pedicures can be once-a-week-standing." She knew what turned her daughter on.
"Okay, Mami, call you soon." Tessa said, as Tara left.
Tessa turned her attention to her exhaustedly wrecked boyfriend.
Helping him up, she said: "I'm so sorry, babe. But if meeting my mother had to happen as spontaneously as it did, I'm glad it ended up this way. Thanks to your help, I have a whole new idea of a relationship with my mother. I think you deserve a treat." She then whispered in his ear, exactly the way she always had.
He brightened. "Can we?"
"We just gotta get cleaned up first. Let's hit the shower."
After cleaning up together, including love-making in the shower, Tessa and her man were at the foot of their bed. Tessa sitting, her boyfriend standing in front of her. Tessa grabbed her phone.
She found the correct number, and reached over for his privates.
"Now, whatever you do, be quiet. She can't know what we're doing". They both were giggling like two school kids who can't settle down in class, telling each other "Shhh... Shut up..." as the phone began to ring on the other end. Then:
"Hello, Mami. Just wanted to tell you we can make it in, later today." She started stroking, slowly, steadily. As the conversation grew longer, so did...his needs.
THE END
All characters over 18. All feedback welcomed.
*****
Tessa Maria and her twenty-year-old, former student boyfriend were still in the throes of passion after a few weeks. Although they made no secret that they were together, they preferred time to themselves. They also quickly realized that although he wasn't Tessa's student anymore, he was still a student at their school, and if any rumor of them together caught legs, there'd be trouble. In the closest thing to an argument they'd had so far, Tessa insisted on quitting her position at the school. It was an elective, and between family money (a local chain of salons), and a healthy investment portfolio, she really was only teaching for passion. Thinking as a teacher, she forbade him from even thinking of leaving and ruining his education. He didn't want her students losing their favorite Prof. They came to a compromise. He put in to have his existing credits transfered to another school, and he was accepted. Now that they were truly free to be with each other...let's just say, the Tickle Monster would come over to celebrate at the drop of a hat. They were two happy, horny, often half-or-fully unclothed lovers, and Tessa made sure he had a million laughs daily. That brings us to now.
The lovebirds didn't get too far from the bed that morning. In their own standing split-personality roleplay game, he had woken up not with Tessa, but the Tickle Monster herself. He was in hysterics. She had him sitting butt-down on the bed, legs out, while she used her weight to pin his knees under her butt. The Tickle Monster never tied her victims up. She operated by chase down and pin down by her short, fluffy frame. It was more fun for her, and humiliating for the victim.
At this instance, the Tickle Monster was using a nylon-bristled hairbrush to administer punishment to his feet and toes. It didn't take much for him to lose his sanity in laughter. Trying and failing to keep upright, instead, it looked like a pathetic excersize routine. Finally, he grabbed onto her side boobs and massaged them. As he knew by this point, that was a huge erogenous zone for Tessa. It was an easy way to distract the Tickle Monster into slowing down or stopping. After a minute, the Tickle Monster shook with a tiny orgasm, and rolled off his legs. Tessa sat up, brushed the purple mane of hair from her face, and kissed him passionately.
"Thank you." she told him.
"I'd say it was my pleasure, but I think it was actually yours. I'm still hard-up, here." he laughed.
Tessa looked towards his waist. "Oh, I think we could fix that. Do you want to try what we saw the other night?" He happily agreed, and quickly sat on her lap at the foot of the bed.
Tessa was referring to something they saw while going down a porn site rabbit hole. A woman about Tessa's age was getting ready to play with a young stud. Whether or not it was scripted, she was interrupted by a phone call. Most of the video was of the woman playing with the young man's privates, while the person on the other end of the line was seemingly oblivious. They thought it was cute and wanted to try it for real.
"Okay, my dear. Let me call my girlfriend in England. Our dialogue should be just long and boring enough." Tessa picked up her phone to find the number in her contacts, but as soon as she picked it up, it rang; startling her. Without thinking to look, she answered. A couple seconds later, her eyes grew wide.
"Oh...Hello Mami." This surprised them both. Reflexively, Tessa eased him off her lap, and instinctively put on her robe, although her mom couldn't see her. It's my MOTHER! she mouthed to her lover.
"No, Mami, I'm still here... Wait, you're where? Say that again? ... You're HERE? At my house?? No ... No ... Well yes, of course you're welcome here any time, but --"
He couldn't make sense of the rest of the conversation, as it was a pause for Tessa's mom talking. Finally: "Okay, see you soon." Tessa hung up. She looked like a mix of emotions. Mostly disappointment coupled with a touch of anxiety.
"Oh... I wasn't ready yet for her to meet you... What is she doing here, now?"
Being the good boyfriend, he grabbed her up in a huge hug, letting the flutter of her eyelashes, and the breath from her nose, tickle his sensitive skin as he comforted her. He pulled her out at arm's length.
"Thank you, you're awesome." Tessa told him. "But now, we're playing a new game. Apparently, my mom has come over, helped herself to the pool, and is currently sunbathing, if not nude than probably in something inappropriate for her age...and our body type." She shook the thought away. "Anyhow. I want you to go downstairs - just as you are - and greet her."
"Um... Tessa? Normally I wouldn't mind, but..." He peered down to his still raging privates.
"Meh," she shrugged him off. "If the thought of meeting my mother doesn't make you soft...at least she'll see why I haven't talked to her in a while." Tessa smirked, as they giggled. "I'll be with you two in a bit. I just need time to be ready. Oh, before I forget, just in case... Watch out for her braid. Now GO... Or be spanked." she ordered, pointing at the door. By now, he knew her threat of spankings were 100% legit, so he ran out of the bedroom, off to uncharted territory.
*****
With the slider door leading to the pool open, Tessa's mom could hear the soft commotion of someone approaching the living room. Not bothering with a towel, or anything else, she rose from the lounge chair, to go inside and investigate. She entered the house, closing the door behind, though she couldn't see anyone yet.
"Tessa, sweetie, it's Mami!" the older woman called out. No one answered. Instead, she was startled, when a handsome male face suddenly peered around the corner.
"Oh! What do we have here?" she clapped her hands together once, in delight. The young man took a deep breath, and entered the room entirely. After a beat, the older woman stared at him, almost shamelessly leering at what she saw.
"Well, well..." she chuckled. "I see why my daughter has been so busy. "I am Tara Maria, Tessa's Mami. You may call me 'Tara'. And you are?"
He gave an introduction, and she grabbed him in a tight, quick hug. Tara was just as shameless as her daughter, knowing what she was doing. When she let him go, he got his first good look at Tara. You know, it sounds cliche, but the phrase: 'I see where your daughter gets her good looks from', was never more appropriate than here.
Tara Maria was built exactly like her daughter, and was just as beautiful. He could tell from the hug that she came up to the same height on him as her daughter. In fact, they might be able to pass themselves off as twins...if one of those twins was twenty years older than the other. In fact, there were only two obvious differences he could see:
As Tessa predicted, Tara was openly topless at the minute. Her only article of clothing, a black bikini thong bottom, that was covered slightly by her belly, and barely covered her personal business up front. So, Tara's chest was definitely naked to the eye, and at least one cup size bigger than her daughter's was. She caught his stare.
"Don't worry, darling, it's okay. Yes, I'm natural. Poor Tessa must've got her rack from the paternal females of the family tree." She giggled, then: "May I...touch you?"
He nodded, fearing displeasing Tara was worse than Tessa. She began toying with his nipples with her familiarly-purple fingernails.
It was then he noticed the second real difference. Tara dyed her hair as well (a few stubborn grays persevered), but went for a basic black color. He saw it as it flowed down in her long...braid. Uh oh, he thought.
Before he could say or do anything, Tara held onto her braid, brandishing the thick, paintbrush like tip, forward. He tried to back away, but Tara was as strong as her daughter. She firmly palmed his lower back, bringing him closer. She stepped over slightly, locking a leg against his. He was trapped. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Tara 'painted' his upper body up and down. He was instantly embarrassed to be this weak in this fashion, due to his girlfriend's mom...whom had to be at least as old as his own mom. It should be a turn off, but in this case, it really wasn't.
Tara finally settled the end of her braid on a target...inserting it directly into his belly button. He was too far gone in hysterics to even feel it, as they crashed down in a heap, much like the end of a game of Twister.
If he wasn't growing delirious, he would've thought this was familiar and nice. Though, with everything happening so quickly, he would've been worried about displeasing Tessa by crossing a boundary. He had no idea, and unfortunately, no time to think. Through watery eyes, he saw Tara was definitely enjoying herself. Beaming down at him, her bottom pinning him to the floor, the end of her braid swirling around his navel.
By this point, Tessa could hear the screams, pathetic peals of laughter, and useless pleas. I thought so, she figured. At least it's him, and not me. She shuddered, remembering her own Tickle Monster she dealt with in the past. When she's through with you, your own Tickle Monster will feel like a kitten, my dear. She had already made a decision. Forgive me, my darling. With that, Tessa took a deep cleansing breath. Sporting nothing but frilly purple panties, she exited the bedroom.
By this point, Tara had invoked a bit of torture to her method. She was content to focus on his tummy, swirling her braid in and around his navel. But feeling especially wicked, she used one hand to keep his nose pinched shut. Not only was it difficult to both breathe and laugh with a single airway, the sound it resulted in was pure humiliation. That was her plan. Suddenly, a vision of loveliness entered the room.
It was Tessa! His heroine. She'll save me, he thought. She's got to! Tara caught his eye, and followed it behind her, giving him his first respite.
"Tessa, my darling! How good of you to --" Tara trailed off. Tessa's expression was unreadable.
He was hopeful. Tara feared she may have gone too far.
"Turn him over!" Tessa commanded. They were both dumbfounded. Not sure what to do.
"I SAID... Turn. Him. OVER."
Finally cottoning on, Tara followed instructions. She rolled him onto his belly. The bottoms of his bare feet on display, facing Tessa.
"Hey, wait..." he protested, followed by what sounded like an orgasmic grunt.
"Whoopsie. I guess you finally lost your load," giggled Tessa. "No matter. Mami, just letting you know, this young man only has one Tickle Monster, and she's just arrived."
"Oh, Tessa, I'm sooo happy! Come, you take command." Tara gestures in the fashion of make-yourself-at-home.
"It's too bad you've just drained your snake, darling," the Tickle Monster opined. "Because this is really gonna tickle the shit outta you."
"Tickle Monster, language..." Tara teased.
The Tickle Monster parked herself on the backs of his legs, and found a second nylon hairbrush lying around. Tara, meanwhile, sat on his back, facing his head. Together, they gave him absolutely no hope of escaping (not that he'd get far, with two of them after him).
"Ready?..." Tickle Monster called out. "...And BEGIN!"
Mother and daughter had a blast, going to town on the poor young man. They even used the time to bond all over again. The type of yakety-yak talking, the young man wished to be pleasured to over the phone, in the first place. While Tickle Monster was lost in a billionth game of This Little Piggy on one foot, she scrubbed the other sole with the hairbrush. Tara, on the other hand, was doing something unusual.
"Eww, Mami...are you brushing his butt crack with your braid?" Tickle Monster laughed hard, in spite of herself.
"It's okay. I'll wash my hair at the salon later today...or tomorrow, no rush." She smirked.
Indeed, time seemed to be halted for these three. Luckily, her braid was clean, as Tara later swirled it inside each armpit. Simultaneously, Tickle Monster was busy tasting his toes. His laughter and cries grew silent. He was awake, but they'd decided they'd better stop for now. It was getting to be afternoon.
"Well, Mami," said Tessa, now putting the Tickle Monster away. "How about the three of us grab lunch?"
"I'd love to, really I would. But someone called in sick at the flagship salon today. Say... Why don't you two come over later for a mani/pedi/hair coloring for you, and our best polish pedi for him? On the house, of course."
"Of course. Well, we'll let you know."
"Yes darling," she nodded knowingly. "I've invaded your space enough today." Tara stated, as she quickly collected her clothes, and dressed. "You just call the salon when you're ready. Oh, and maybe his pedicures can be once-a-week-standing." She knew what turned her daughter on.
"Okay, Mami, call you soon." Tessa said, as Tara left.
Tessa turned her attention to her exhaustedly wrecked boyfriend.
Helping him up, she said: "I'm so sorry, babe. But if meeting my mother had to happen as spontaneously as it did, I'm glad it ended up this way. Thanks to your help, I have a whole new idea of a relationship with my mother. I think you deserve a treat." She then whispered in his ear, exactly the way she always had.
He brightened. "Can we?"
"We just gotta get cleaned up first. Let's hit the shower."
After cleaning up together, including love-making in the shower, Tessa and her man were at the foot of their bed. Tessa sitting, her boyfriend standing in front of her. Tessa grabbed her phone.
She found the correct number, and reached over for his privates.
"Now, whatever you do, be quiet. She can't know what we're doing". They both were giggling like two school kids who can't settle down in class, telling each other "Shhh... Shut up..." as the phone began to ring on the other end. Then:
"Hello, Mami. Just wanted to tell you we can make it in, later today." She started stroking, slowly, steadily. As the conversation grew longer, so did...his needs.
THE END
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