Mom's Biggest Fan Ch. 01

(Author's note: Hello readers! This will be the steamy start to a new series I'll be writing. I will also continue to write my Firmament series, which is my favorite. Please let me know what you think of this first chapter.)

The car pulled into the driveway of the large white mansion. Forty-two-year-old Olivia Aldaine stepped out of the car and the heat of the day hit her immediately. She realized she was way too dressed for the Californian weather. Her black pants and light blue long-sleeved shirt were fine on the airplane but outrageous now in the summer heat. She had her dark brown hair in a bun and she could already feel sweat appearing at the back of her neck. "Thank you, Jonathan." She said to the driver as he carried her luggage to the front door.

"Always a pleasure, Mrs. Aldaine." He said smoothly with a slight nod in her direction. "Will you be going out with Justine tonight?" He asked.

"Hm we'll see, she hasn't replied to my text message yet." Olivia wasn't even sure if her daughter was home today, she was home a day ahead of schedule and Justine sometimes stayed at her friend's houses or Carl's house. It would be nice to go out for dinner together if she was though. Olivia had only taken the occasional acting role when she was raising Justine but now that the girl was in university she started accepting more roles again. It would be great to catch up. She unlocked the door and Jonathan helped her take the luggage inside.

"Well, let me know. Two beautiful ladies like you two shouldn't be cooped up inside." He said as he waved goodbye.

"I will." She said. She closed the door behind her. Whew. Home sweet home. She had been on set for the past two months in British Columbia, Canada to film her latest movie. The reception in the mountains hadn't been great and she wasn't able to keep in touch with her daughter as much as she liked. She could hear sounds coming from the kitchen and headed over quickly.

"Justine!" She called. "I'm home!"

But it wasn't Justine in the kitchen. In fact, it was a naked Carl eating ice cream with a spoon straight from the pint. Olivia froze for a moment, shocked.

"Mrs. Aldaine!" He said, dropping the spoon in surprise. She watched it fall and immediately regretted it, because that gave her a nice good look at his circumcised penis.

"Out." She said through gritted teeth as she shut her eyes. The image seemed seared into her memory.

"But-"

"Out!" She snapped at him. He cowered and ducked his head. He grabbed his clothes and ran out of the kitchen. She heard the front door open and shut and she walked back to the foyer, locking the door firmly. Justine would have a lot to answer to today!

"Justine?" She called as she walked up the stairs. "Justine!" She looked into her daughter's room but to her surprise she wasn't there.

"Shit!" She heard a voice upstairs, coming from her own bedroom. Oh...honestly...She stormed up the stairs and pushed open the French doors to her bedroom.

Her twenty-year-old daughter, Justine, was cuffed spread-eagled to her bed, completely naked. "Mom!" She was the spitting image of her at that age, with the same long black hair and green eyes, but with the gentler, rounder features of youth. Right now her eyes were wide with shock. With a forced smile, she spoke. "You're home early."

"Fuck, Justine." Olivia said with a growl. "I know I said you could have friends over, but not boyfriends! And fucking in my bed!" She stomped over and glanced at the side table. "Where's the key?"

"We hadn't started fucking, and I don't know, Carl had it!" Her daughter strained against the cuffs in an effort to cover herself, but ended up just jiggling her boobs in the process. She didn't mean to, but Olivia found herself admiring her daughter's C cup breasts with the light brown nipples. Hers were larger but she couldn't help but notice how firm and perky Justine's were. She shook her head, confused by the thoughts.

"Shit, I just kicked him out." Olivia said in exasperation. "Where's your phone, I'll call him."

"About that..." Justine said sheepishly.

"What?" Somehow, she knew what the response was going to be.

"It...fell into the water when I was wakeboarding at the beach."

"Jesus Christ, Justine. That's the second one this year!" She said down in frustration and pulled her own phone out of her pocket.

"What's his number?" She got ready to dial the number.

"I-I don't know..." Justine said in a quivering voice, looking like she was about to cry.

"How could you not know your own boyfriend's number!" Olivia snapped, throwing her phone onto the bed in frustration.

"No one knows people's numbers anymore!" Justine wailed, visibly upset now.

Olivia took a deep breath. She had been working until just a few hours ago, and then was on a plane for a few hours before she got home. And she had come home to this. It was reasonable to be a little upset, but she willed herself to calm down.

"It's ok." She said finally in an even voice. "Sometimes these cuffs have a release mechanism, let's try that first."

"Okay." Justine said with a sniffle. Olivia moved over to her daughter's side and checked the black leather cuff. Hm. Nope. The chain and lock on the outside of the cuff was made of steel and seemed to be very solidly made.

"It's good to see you back." Justine said as Olivia opened the side table drawers to make sure Carl hadn't left them there. She saw some condoms and a bottle of lube but no key. "How was it?"

"It was good, it was so beautiful up in the mountains, the fresh air, the sunsets..." She went over to Justine's pants and looked in the pockets for the key. No luck. And where did Carl get those cuffs anyways? They seemed very high quality. As she searched, she couldn't help but notice that she was getting wet and feeing a little horny. Olivia loved bondage, especially tying up other women. And Justine looked good, real good. She wondered if Carl liked her shaved or if Justine herself preferred it that way. Personally, Olivia only liked to keep herself neatly trimmed, but that was probably due to difference of age. After thirty she liked keeping a bit of hair, liking that it showed her as an older woman.

"They dyed your hair, right? It was blonde in the sneak preview." Justine asked, watching her.

"No, that was a wig." Olivia said dismissively, brushing the comment away, distracted.

"I missed you."

It was obvious that even tied up Justine was trying to suck up to her now. She was liking it way more than usual. Fuck, her nipples were getting hard from hearing her voice. She had missed it more than she cared to admit. It had been a mostly male dominated set, and she had desperately craved the touch of a woman after just a few days there.

"And you're not off the hook just because you got yourself into this situation." Olivia said sternly. "Were you even going to wash the sheets when you were done?"

Justine at least had the decency to look apologetic.

"We were!"

Olivia was not convinced. "Well the key isn't here." She said, walking back to the foot of the bed and sitting down. "I'm going to call a locksmith." She unlocked her phone and pulled up the browser.

"This is coming out of your allowance." She said with a side glance over at her daughter, forgetting for a brief moment that she was naked. Big mistake.

She wasn't sure when Carl and Justine had started fooling around but apparently it had been enough to get Justine hot and bothered. When she looked at her pussy she could see wetness, a small drop of pearly white liquid at her entrance.

"And you two hadn't started having sex yet, right?" She said.

"No, mom, I swear." Justine said, blushing hard. "And he was going to wear a condom, so we weren't going to make a mess on your bed."

And even in her embarrassment, she still had the nerve to try and clench her legs together, as if reminded of her arousal. So it wasn't Carl's ejaculate. It was Justine's pussy making those delicious-looking fluids. She wanted to taste it.

"You're making a mess now." Olivia said in a low voice. Justine's jaw dropped in surprise.

"I'm sorry, mom!" She said, struggling to close her legs in vain. A surge of arousal coursed through Olivia and she could barely contain herself. "We were making out, and fooling around." she said, as if trying to explain it.

"Do you two always do bondage?" Olivia questioned.

Justine looked surprised that she knew the term. "Sometimes." She said, biting her lip bashfully. Olivia felt her eyes narrow. She wanted to bite that lip too. Especially since Justine wouldn't be able to resist her. Justine looked up at the cuffs as if suddenly remembering them. She tugged on them.

"Can you get me out now, mom?"

"Not yet." She said as an idea popped into her head. It for sure wasn't right, and she would most likely regret it later, but right now she was so full of hormones that she didn't even care anymore.

"I think you need to have your punishment first."

Justine's eyes widened in surprise.

"What? Mom, please. At least get me out first. Or put some clothes on me."

"Oh I'll put something on you." Olivia purred. She straddled her daughter and leaned over, pressing her lips against hers.

"Mom! What are you doing?" Justine jerked, trying to buck her off. "You're crazy!" She strained at the cuffs but the action only made Olivia more aroused. Her clit was throbbing and Justine's movement was teasing it, sending small jolts of pleasure into her.

"Quiet." She said, grabbing Justine's chin and forcing her to kiss her again. To her surprise, Justine opened her mouth. Without a second thought she thrust her tongue into her mouth. Justine let out a deep moan. She continued to squirm, but not in the way she did before. This was a far more sexual squirming.

"Did Carl kiss you like this?" She asked, partly curious and also a little jealous. Justine was quite an attractive woman, and she hadn't even realized that she had been noticing her lately, admiring with a non-motherly gaze.

"No, not like that. He's rougher." Justine said, slightly breathless. She was starting to look hesitant again. Olivia kissed her again, this time longer. Her lips were nice and soft. She needed this right now, badly.

"Do you want me to be rougher?" She said after they broke away.

"No, I like you being yourself."

Be herself? Hm...Emboldened by the response, Olivia reach up and cupped Justine's breast, squeezing the soft mound in her hand. She rubbed her thumb over the pert nipple and listened to her daughter groan. Olivia was getting excited but forced herself to relax and enjoy teasing her. She continued to kiss her, occasionally switching hands to focus on the other breast. At one point she slid her forearms underneath Justine's shoulders and held her like that, just kissing. After that kind of heady kiss it seemed natural her to move downward and focus her attention somewhere.

The small bead of wetness had grown and she could smell Justine's excitement. Justine had grown quiet and was watching her timidly. Olivia lapped at the wetness. Her daughter moaned wantonly. Mmm the taste was exquisite; it had been too long since she had tasted a woman. She continued licking, eager to get all of the taste. Justine was starting to squirm again, she was trying to spread her legs farther apart, and also to encourage Olivia to lick higher. She saw the small aroused bud that was her daughter's clit. How cute it was, neatly tucked away, yet firm and straining. She said hello to it with her tongue and was rewarded with Justine's small gasp, whispering, "yes."

"Tell me how you like it." Olivia said as she rested her chin her hands for a moment.

Justine bit her lip. "I'm...not sure."

What? Olivia sat up. "Hasn't Carl ever.."

"He has, he's just...not very good." Justine said with a furrowed brow. Olivia could feel herself starting to grow angry again, at the thought that Carl wasn't able to give her daughter this much needed pleasure.

"Mom?" Justine nudged her with her leg. Olivia jerked out of her thoughts. "You could...keep going." Justine said, cheeks red with embarassment.

Ah, so she had the green light. Olivia felt pleased.

"Well, I'll try a few things, you tell me if you like them."

Olivia was no stranger when it came to eating a woman out, but she had no intention of letting Justine come anytime soon. She would take some time licking her clit but then move to other areas, letting Justine calm down a little before treating her to some direct contact again. Justine would sometimes tell her if she was too close to her clit but for the most part she seemed more interested in what Olivia could do than having it her way.

"Wow you're good at this." Her daughter said after some time, her voice raw with need. "Make me come."

Olivia smirked. "So soon?" She asked innocently. "I haven't even shown you my toy yet."

She stood up and ignored Justine's complaint, heading over to her closet. In the far corner she had a chest with a lockcode on it. She had felt a little silly for getting a lock put on the chest but now seeing that her daughter and her boyfriend had no problem coming in her room, she was glad she did. She stripped off her clothes and got prepared.

Justine was looking out the window when Olivia walked back out. Her look of curiosity immediately turned into on of almost comical shock. Oliva stroked the large black strap-on fondly. "You've never seen Marcus before, have you?"

"Oh fuck, that's huge!" Justine started to try and free herself again. "That's not going to fit inside me!" She said, arching her back and tugging on the cuffs.

"It'll fit. And stop struggling so hard, you're going to ruin those nice cuffs. Or even worse, really trap yourself there." Olivia said, sauntering over. She had almost came when she slid the vaginal plug inside herself, she was so turned on. She laughed internally as her daughter stared at the cock in horror. It wasn't even that big. "Look, this can go only one of two ways." She said, rubbing the tip of the cock indulgently.

" You take this cock inside you, or ..." she trailed off slowly, amused by the way her daughter hung onto her every word.

"Or...?" She repeated in an almost whisper.

"Or I put it away, and I call the locksmith." Olivia said with a nonchalant shrug. "They would probably get here in forty-five minutes and we can forget this ever happened. Your choice." She rubbed the shaft as she waited for the answer. Justine had stopped struggling and was now looking at the cock, debating her decision.

"I could...give it a try."

Oliva had to contain the grin that she could feel deep within her chest. "Good girl." The fact that Justine wanted her to continue was a good sign indeed.

"Let me see if you're ready first." She took out the bottle of lube from the dresser and put it on top. Then she turned her attention back to Justine. She started to lightly run her tongue around Justine's clit again, eliciting a loud moan from the girl once more. She slowly pressed two fingers into her soft entrance. Wow. She was tighter than she expected. Oh my, and slick with her juices. She started to thrust her fingers in and out.

"Ohh, yes!" Justine moaned as she looked over at her, watching her with a very aroused, almost pained look on her face. Olivia could have easily continued this, using her fingers to bring Justine to a climax. She licked her lips as she rubbed her cock. She let a sigh of longing as she felt the plug move inside her. But no, she was dying to put her cock in Justine, she could feel desire course through her, from below her stomach all the way to her nipples. I'm going to fuck my own daughter she thought. All of a sudden she couldn't move fast enough.

She parted Justine's lips and pressed the tip against her entrance. Her daughter let out a soft gap but raised her hips eagerly. Slowly she pushed inside, taking her time here, watching her daughter's expression carefully.

"Oh...mom..." Justine whimpered. She gripped the bedsheets as her eyes rolled back. "Fuck, that feels good!" She groaned.

Olivia grinned and tried to reign in her own enthusiasm. She pressed deeper until she felt the end. "So this is how much you can take." She murmured with a smirk. "Not bad." She let her get used to the girth for a moment. Then she started to thrust into Justine slowly, but oh fuck it felt good. She could hear the locks jingle with every thrust. It was so natural, a primal feeling to be fucking like this. Justine matched her rhythm naturally. She could feel Justine's pussy sucking her back in and the thought that she wanted her inside was starting to drive her crazy.

"You like this?" She asked, bending over so their breasts could press together, burying the large cock inside her.

"Oh god yes." Justine said breathlessly. "Touch my clit, let me come."

"Not yet." Olivia panted. She could feel her own orgasm building, spreading from her pussy, up her spine and into her shoulders. It was going to be a big one. She started to thrust harder, faster. There was nothing other than this, she didn't exist other than to fuck. She grabbed the back of Justine's head, gripping her dark hair in her fist as she pounded her pussy relentlessly, over and over.

"Please, mom." Justine whimpered. She had tears in her eyes. "I'm so close."

Olivia relented and pressed her fingers against Justine's clit. With a loud cry her daughter came, her whole body tensed. Olivia let out a cry herself as she finally came, arching her back and burying her cock deep inside Justine. She fell onto her, kissing her.

Justine returned the kiss eagerly. "Oh my god, that was amazing." Justine whispered. They laid there for a while, Olivia curled up with her daughter, smelling her sweet scent, the feel of their bodies touching. After a while, Olivia pulled out of her and took off the strap-on. Justine looked at the strap-on, a little disappointed.

"Lets get you out of those cuffs now." She said. She checked her phone. Shit. The battery had died. "I'll get my charger, I'll be back." She said.

Justine was now looking out the window.

"Okay." She said. She didn't look too concerned. She didn't look like she cared about anything, actually. Women who just came from being fucked by the Marcus strapon never did.

Olivia walked back down the stairs into the foyer. She grabbed her charger from the small pocket of her suitcase. When she straightened up she noticed the key on the side table next to the front door. The key to the cuffs! Carl must've put it there when he left. Olivia took the key, pleased. Her mind went back to her sexy daughter waiting for her upstairs. Hell, who knows. Maybe she might let her out of her cuffs later. If she was good.