{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"4ce4969b-e720-4750-b37d-5e46b0f9c569","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-06-27T04:46:55.105Z","title":"Popping It","slug":"popping-it","shortId":"MmzKfHR2","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":"All characters are 18 or older. Everything in the story is fiction and meant to stay that way.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Daughter has something very important to say to her mom. A weird little story set in a weird little alternate world.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"d2b7c42e-56d3-493f-8993-01ff1bad195d","title":null,"summary":"Popping It“I’m just going to go for it.” This was what Sarah said to\nher mom Lydia from across the t","wordCount":1364,"readTime":7,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Popping It

“I’m just going to go for it.” This was what Sarah said to\nher mom Lydia from across the table.

Lydia was in the middle of taking up her wine glass. “Go for\nwhat?” she smiled quizzically.

The conversation that evening had been more awkward than\nLydia was used to, certainly. Sarah had asked Lydia to order for her, which she\nhad never done before. “It’s okay, I just—my mind is elsewhere,” she said to\nher mom, and laughed.

They had quietly eaten their salads, the clinks of their forks\nseeming to be the sole conversation for long spans of time. “I saw your last\npainting online,” said Lydia at one point, hoping to see her gorgeous daughter’s\neyes light up. When she was particularly proud of herself Lydia would\nstraighten up and beam, her chest pulling upwards against whatever shirt or\ndress she was wearing or not wearing. Lydia lived for these little flashes of\nSarah’s incomparable beauty.

But this time Sarah’s only response was to actually look\ndown, away from Lydia’s eyes, and to murmer while taking a bite, “Mhmm”,\nsmiling, but not the proud beam of knowledge that her mother cared about her\nand her work.

What could be wrong Lydia wondered. She found herself\neven wishing her husband—Sarah’s father—was here. She and Sarah treasured their\ntimes together, and made the most of evenings like this one—a nice restaurant,\nperhaps a walk at night or a show or concert that was getting a lot of buzz.\nThe cab ride to the hotel, mother and daughter laughing and daring each other\nto touch first.

Sarah continued, “I’ve been thinking about this for so long\nMom and I—”

Sarah actually started shaking now. “What is it? What’s\nwrong?” asked Lydia, alarmed. Was Sarah leaving?

Sarah laughed, “It’s okay, mommy, I just uh… I’m nervous.” She\nlaughed again!

“Sarah Collins,” Lydia said mock sternly. “I expected you to\npique certain parts of me this evening but not so much my curiosity!”

People around politely glanced toward the pair as Sarah\nlaughed too loudly at this joke.

“You know you’re not getting out of here without telling me\nwhat’s going on,” Lydia now laughed in her turn.

“Okay, okay,” and sarah took several quick short breaths.

She looked up at her mom, now, finally, and a view of that\nlovely beaming smile finally began to show through. Then her eyes just barely\nsquinted, not in any kind of pain or sadness, but from the sparkle it was clear\nshe was near tears.

Lydia watched in complete puzzlement as Sarah slowly lifted\nherself slightly off her seat—then just as slowly lowered herself after taking\nan awkward half crouching step towards her mother. She came to rest with one\nknee up, and one on the ground. Her wonderful little red dress showed off her\nradiant shoulders and back to Lydia from her angle now above Sarah as Sarah\nknelt in front of her. All puzzlement aside Lydia couldn’t help but stare\ntransfixed at her daughter’s lovely knee in front of her, and her shapely thigh\nbehind it.

Sarah reached a hand out to her mom’s own knee. Lydia looked\nup from her daughter’s leg to her quivering face.

Sarah held in her other hand a small black box, and she had\nopened it, and inside was a ring. Lydia put her hand on her mouth, her own eyes\nnow beginning to return Sarah’s sparkle.

“Mommy?” Sarah said from the floor, loud enough for all\naround to hear clearly, “I love you, and I will always love you, and can’t\nimagine ever not fucking you.”

All around, people had turned to watch, smiling\nencouragingly, then giving friendly quiet chuckles at the final remark.

“Oh Sarah,” Lydia said starting to openly cry.

“So Mommy?”

Lydia could barely use her voice. She whispered, “Yes Sarah.”

“Will you do me the honor of marriage?” Sarah intoned, her\nface making it clear she had been afraid she would not say this line correctly.\nBut Lydia proudly noted that Sarah’s delivery was perfect.

“Yes Sarah,” she whispered again.

“Yes?” Sarah’s eyes widened. All around began to applaud and\ncheer.

“Well, I mean, did you ask your father?” Lydia’s husband.

“Yeah I did and he was so happy! I mean, he did make me let\nhim fuck me, once in the ass and once in the mouth, before I could pop the\nquestion but that was kind of a joke you know?” Their applauding neighbors\nlaughed uproariously.

Spontaneously the whole restaurant raised a glass as Lydia\nsaid again, more firmly, “Yes, Sarah, yes, yes I will marry you my dearest\ndaughter.”

The two women cried together now. Sarah just stayed on the\nfloor for several seconds before she seemed, amused, to realize she was being\nawkward again. She rose up, Lydia took her in her arms, and they kissed\npassionately.

Afterwards they gazed at each others eyes, holding each\nother close, as those around them began continuing their own evenings. Lydia\nfelt it—Sarah’s hand, slowly creeping across her leg, up her dress.

Then Sarah was back on her knees, looking straight up he\ndress. “Oh,” said Lydia, “So that’s why you asked me to wear no panties\nthis evening?”

Other restaurant guests gained a renewed interest. “Absolutely,\nmommy,” said Sarah as she pushed Lydia’s skirt up. Lydia obliged, pulling it up\nto her hips so that her bottom parts were completely exposed. She looked around\nat the appreciative audience and smiled, opening her legs, allowing Sarah to\nbegin administering her love to her mother and fiancé.

As she gave in to the luscious feelings her daughter was\nalways able to bring into her, a man in a nearby table stood up, and kissed his\ndate’s hand. Then walked over to them, alone. He looked first at Sarah’s lovely\nback and her ass--nearly exposed as her dress rode up a little from her efforts.\nHe then looked up at Lydia’s half closed lids. “Madame,” he said, “May I?”

Lydia sighed out her affirmative, and the man pulled Sarah’s\ndress now the rest of the way, showing her ass to the room. He then squatted\nbehind her, inspected her a little, and made her squeal into her mommy’s cunt\nas he placed his tongue up against her asshole.

A line formed, and while eating her mommy out Sarah loved\nthe thought of her mom watching as guest after guest took a turn, some spanking\nher, some fucking her in one hole or the other, some simply groping, biting and\nlicking her ass, asshole, pussy and thighs. Finally one lady laid on her back\nunder Sarah and made her cum just as Sarah finally decided it was time for her\nmommy to do so as well.

They left the rest of their meal uneaten as they left,\njoyfully disheveled, cum soaking Sarah’s dress and running down her legs. The\napplause continued, scattered, as they exited. Stepping into a cab, Sarah gave her\nmom a coy look. “To the hotel?”

But Lydia replied, “No,” putting her hand on Sarah’s youthful\nthigh, “Let’s go home and give your dad the good news.”

“Yeah, I think I agree,” daughter accepting mother’s hand\ninto her pussy as the cab began driving. She whispered into her mommy’s ear. “I\nmight finally let him fuck my womb.” Her whisper was all smiles. “If that’s\nokay. Can I let daddy finally pop his daughter fucking cherry?”

Of course it was alright. Lydia had begged her daughter for\nthis for a long while. Sarah loved allowing almost any man to enter her pussy\nbut had taken special pleasure in that way only a daughter can, of parceling\nout access to her dad in bits and pieces even while mercilessly teasing him—and\nnever allowing him access to her vagina.

“Oh Sarah,” Lydia melted. “You’re going to make me the\nhappiest mother and happiest bride in the world.”

“That’s the idea,” Sarah grinned, making eye contact with\nthe cabbie as she leaned backwards and let her mom do to her from the cab’s\nfloor, what she had done for her mom in the restaurant. “I’ll never leave you,”\nshe murmured and grasped her mommy’s hair firmly, pulling her in. “Once we’re\nmarried you can do anything you want to me, and I’ll do everything I want to\nyou. Now eat all those people’s cum out of my pussy and ass.”

Her mom moaned.

“And once we’re married,” Sarah panted, “I’ll let daddy fuck\nme whenever you want him to.”

Her mom gasped and panted, lifting up for a second. “That\nwill be…” pant… “All the time…”

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The two women laughed together. “I know,” said Sarah,\nrolling her eyes and inhaling. “I know.” She pushed her mom’s face back into\nher pussy. After a long while the cab pulled up to their home, and mother and\ndaughter stumbled out lightly drunk in two different ways, and made their way,\narm in arm, up the walk, and into the next chapter of their life.

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