Popping It

Popping It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know you’re not getting out of here without telling me what’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 lovely beaming smile finally began to show through. Then her eyes just barely squinted, not in any kind of pain or sadness, but from the sparkle it was clear she was near tears.

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

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

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

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

All around, people had turned to watch, smiling encouragingly, 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 face making it clear she had been afraid she would not say this line correctly. But 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 cheer.

“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 him fuck me, once in the ass and once in the mouth, before I could pop the question but that was kind of a joke you know?” Their applauding neighbors laughed uproariously.

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

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

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

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

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

As she gave in to the luscious feelings her daughter was always able to bring into her, a man in a nearby table stood up, and kissed his date’s hand. Then walked over to them, alone. He looked first at Sarah’s lovely back and her ass--nearly exposed as her dress rode up a little from her efforts. He 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 dress now the rest of the way, showing her ass to the room. He then squatted behind her, inspected her a little, and made her squeal into her mommy’s cunt as he placed his tongue up against her asshole.

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

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

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

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

Of course it was alright. Lydia had begged her daughter for this for a long while. Sarah loved allowing almost any man to enter her pussy but had taken special pleasure in that way only a daughter can, of parceling out access to her dad in bits and pieces even while mercilessly teasing him—and never allowing him access to her vagina.

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

“That’s the idea,” Sarah grinned, making eye contact with the cabbie as she leaned backwards and let her mom do to her from the cab’s floor, what she had done for her mom in the restaurant. “I’ll never leave you,” she murmured and grasped her mommy’s hair firmly, pulling her in. “Once we’re married you can do anything you want to me, and I’ll do everything I want to you. 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 me whenever you want him to.”

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

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