Sweet Girl: A Family Matters Story

Kimberly realized something was up when she got back from the market and saw a strange car in the driveway. She didn’t often see strange cars by the trailer where she and Mama lived, and that meant one thing: her mother had company.

They’d lived together on and off again while Kimmy was growing up, moving in and out of foster homes. She’d permanently moved in with Mama at eighteen after dropping out of school for the last time, and that was years ago. They’d spent their last of money on that trailer, a place to call their own after there was nowhere else to go. Life was hard, and the fact that Mama still knew how to convince a man to come home with her when Kimmy never could made it a little harder, especially since Mama was in her early forties.

She let herself in, opening the front door as quietly as possible. As she did, Kimmy could hear a familiar sound: creaking bed springs, heavy breathing, and a woman’s voice filling the house. “Oh god! Yes! Just like that…! Right there!” There was the faintest scent of heat and musk in the air that Kimmy caught with a quiet sniff as she closed and locked the door.

Mama always had gentlemen callers, that was just a fact of life. It wasn’t fair, but Kimmy had tried to make peace with it. She peeked around the corner and through the open door of Mama’s room and could see two figures on the bed. One was a man with a broad back and gray hair, whose ass was rising up and down at a steady pace, but whose face she couldn’t see—his cock looked thick and juicy, glistening in the light as it pounded his lover’s tight cunt.

The other was almost hidden from sight, except for a pair of legs stuck up in the air with toes curled, a pair of hands curled about his ribs, and her round ass, bouncing atop the bed from his forceful thrusting. Her voice could be heard above the bed’s squeaky springs. “Mm! Mm! Fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy! Oh, I love it! Mmmmmm!!”

Kimmy licked her lips, tried to keep her breathing soft even as her heart was beginning to speed up. Mama wasn’t usually one for role play, but she was a very loud fuck. Not wanting to disturb them, Kimmy undressed in silence by the front door after pulling the curtains closed. Both women were in the habit of staying undressed at home, but Kimmy didn’t want to interrupt anything—she was enjoying the show too much to do that.

While leaving her blonde hair loose, Kimmy wiggled out of her old cutoffs and shirt, then slipped off her old beach thongs. She hadn’t bothered with lingerie for her outing, and a nest of unkempt blonde curls was between her legs. After leaving the beer she’d bought on the kitchen counter, Kimmy collected her clothes and walked on bare feet towards her bedroom, watching the man fucking her mother with rapt attention, all the while wishing she was the one lying on her back, legs open, screaming for more.

“Oh, Daddy! Oh fuck! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” Mama groaned and dragged her nails down her lover’s ribs, squeaking as her orgasm hit her like a freight train: her legs shook, her fingers clutched him tight while she shuddered, impaled by his thick cock. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Fuckfuckfuck!!”

The old trailer didn’t have interior doors, so Kimmy paused in her open doorway, watching those upraised legs bounce and shake, shuddering as the older woman came. Then Mama’s tone changed from excited to impatient. “Mmmmmmmmm! Oh god! H-Hurry up and cum, Daddy! S-She’ll be back any minute!”

“That so?” The older man—Daddy—grunted hard and widened his stance before stretching out on top of his lover. “Then she’ll just have to enjoy the show!” His strong hips began to slam down atop hers, balls slapping her ass, smacking against her so hard the sound of it made Kimmy’s tummy ache.

It wasn’t fair. Mama got to have all the fun.

“Ohh! Oh my god! Oh fuck…!” Mama’s voice turned high-pitched and frantic. Her breath squeaked as she panted, calling out to him again. “Daddy! DADDY! You’re fuck…fucking me…SO hard! Yes! Yes! Again! AGAIN! Ahhhh!” She thrashed beneath him, her hips wiggling, ass jiggling as her next orgasm overtook her. It wasn’t the first time Kimmy watched her mother be overwhelmed by a man’s rough treatment.

“Mm! Mm! There! Yes!” The man called Daddy pinned her down and finished for himself, driving his cock in deep, burying it to the hilt. He wasn’t wearing a condom, to Kimmy’s surprise, and she watched with wide-eyed fascination and greed when Daddy slowly raised his hips and she could see gobs of thick, sticky cum clinging to his shaft as he continued to pump her pussy with slow, long thrusts.

“Oh fuck!” Mama’s voice was softer, fainter, and on the edge of tears, Kimmy thought. “You… You did cum inside me! Thank you, Daddy, thank you!”

Daddy chuckled and Kimmy could hear the wet pressure of mouths being pressed together, the continue soft creaking of the bed as he shifted and moved on top of her. “That’s just what Daddies are for, sweet girl…”

It took all of Kimmy’s self control not to moan at the sight of them as their lovemaking slowed down. Stepping into her small room, she set her pile of clothing aside and climbed onto her bed, rolling onto her back. Taking care not to make the bed squeak, she spread her legs wide and silently slid open the drawer beside her bed.

Her favorite toy, reliable and ready, was a slender black vibe with a curved tip, ready for clitoral or vaginal stimulation. Twisting the base to bring it to life, Kimmy set it against her clit and bit her lip, repressing a sweet moan of delight as fire shot through her thighs and up into her belly.

“B-But—!” Mama groaned in sweet protest as her bed creaked and Daddy’s slow, steady fucking continued. “Sh-She’ll be home…any minute now!”

“Maybe she’ll want to join in,” Daddy answered with a chuckle. The slow, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of his thighs to her upturned bottom felt timed to the pounding of Kimmy’s heartbeat. The vibe on her clit was a low-pitched hum, far too soft to be overheard, so she rubbed the tender underside of her clit, swirling back and forth over the sweet spot. She rolled her head back and smothered a soft sigh of pleasure.

“D-Don’t you dare!” Mama said. “Oh god…! I don’t want to…share this cock…with anyone! So good!” There was the sound of more kissing, more creaking, more fucking. “You’re fucking me so deep, Daddy!”

“Because you love it that way,” Daddy said. “Just like you love this!” That was followed by a sudden increase in speed, and the sound of him pounding her cunt without warning. It took Mama by surprise, given her sudden gasp and sharp squeal of a sound. It surprised Kimmy too, who took in a sharp, soft breath and pressed the vibe hard against her clit, craving relief and knowing Mama wouldn’t last long.

“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Yes, Daddy, yes! Yes! Yes! Fucking yes!!” Mama cried out as she came again, a sound so long that it died away as she ran out of breath. Kimmy arched her back and took a long, deep breath through her nostrils as she came as well, curling her toes in the blanket as her orgasm smoldered and burned in her aching, empty pussy.

Resentment burned almost as hot inside Kimmy. Mama ‘didn’t want to share,’ but she never shared anyway! It made the daughter annoyed and resentful, to hear her mother’s pleasure while she had to settle for playing with herself in secret. Kimmy kept her complaints to herself as she caught her breath and kept eavesdropping.

“Holy fuck… Fuck… Daddy…” Mama was panting hard and heavy, but after a few moments her breathing was beginning to slow. “That… That was…. Mmmm.” Mama’s words were beginning to slur, a sure sign that she was tiring out.

“I know, I know,” Daddy said. “You were a good girl, and good girls that work hard get to rest.” His voice was soft and tender, yet Kimmy could still hear him speaking. “That’s a good girl…”

Mama said something Kimmy couldn’t make out. A minute or more later, she heard the loud, steady sound of her mother breathing with a soft, wheezing snore. It wasn’t uncommon for Mama to sleep so deeply and so long that her company would sometimes leave rather than wait for her to wake up.

Kimmy put her vibe back and shut the drawer. She lay back and stretched in bed, sighing to herself. Now that the show was over, there wasn’t anything else to do, so she curled one arm behind her head and looked out the window—

“Don’t you and your mother wear any clothes at home?”

The sound of his voice made Kimmy gasp as her head swung around again. The man called ‘Daddy’ was leaning in her doorway, a small but satisfied smirk on his face. He was tall and naked, and now she got a full view of his body: strong limbs, handsome face, gray hair slightly damp and pushed to one side. His cock was still slick from Mama’s pussy, hanging loose between his legs.

Kimmy realized he was waiting for an answer, even while his hungry eyes roamed over her nude body. She sat up on the mattress, crossing her legs, pushing her breasts out while clearing her throat. “Not at home, we don’t,” she said with a tiny smile, enjoying his attention. “Not since we moved in here, anyway.”

“What’s your name?”

“Kimberly…but you can call me ‘Kimmy.’ What’s your name?”

“‘Daddy’ will do.” He stepped further into the bedroom.

Kimmy gave him a small pout. “That’s what Mama called you, but you can tell your real name.” She scooted to the edge of the bed, smiling and spreading her legs while leaning back on both hands, giving him the full, unobstructed view of her naked body. “Or any name you want.”

“But I like that name,” Daddy said as he stepped closer still and looked down at her. They were so close they could’ve touched—something Kimmy wanted to do very badly. “You can say that name, can’t you?”

Kimmy licked her lips and reached out with one hand, letting it slide across her belly, fingernails gliding through the gray hairs below his navel. “Yes, Daddy…”

Daddy’s cock gave a soft twitch at her caress, which made her smile. He took a slow, deep breath and slid his hand across her scalp. “You’re a sweet girl, aren’t you, Kimmy?”

“I can be as sweet as you want me to be, Daddy.” Kimmy leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his belly. His cock was rooted in a nest of gray curls, which she teased with her fingernails. “Can I be sweet for you, Daddy?” she asked, kissing his soft flesh as both hands slid up his thighs.

“Your Mama was pretty sweet for me already, Kimmy.” Daddy slid his fingers in her hair, tipping Kimmy’s head back to look into his eyes. “If you were sweet too, she might get jealous.”

“Mama sleeps like a rock after a good fucking, Daddy. You could fuck me right now and she’d probably sleep right through it…” She kicked her lips again while staring at his cock, thinking of all the wonderful things he could do to her with it. “What Mama don’t know won’t hurt her,” she murmured. Holding his eyes, Kimmy felt bold enough to curl both hands around his cock, lifting it up to slide her tongue along its underside; the taste of her mother’s pussy was soft and bitter on his flesh.

Daddy brushed her hair back, giving him a clear view of her face and mouth. “You listened while I was fucking her, didn’t you, Kimmy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, licking and suckling his shaft, urging it to grow. It swelled in her hands and she felt giddy, wanting more. Mama was still snoring away, completely unaware of what was happening on the other side of the bedroom wall—even if Mama didn’t want to share Daddy’s cock, Kimmy was going to enjoy it for herself anyway.

“Did you play with yourself while you listened?” Daddy asked next, his voice gone softer, huskier. His dick was filling out, stiffening in Kimmy’s hands and under her tongue.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, rocking her hips atop the bed, grinding her hot pussy against the blankets. “I used a vibe on my clit…and I came, too… Is that okay, Daddy?” She looked up at his eyes again, fingers curled righ