Mothers of my mother

Story by lustepic

Hi everyone,

I'm noob, trying out my writing skills. English is not my native tongue, so be warned: weird punctuations and odd spelling errors, as well as incomprehensive sentences ahead. Rip it to pieces. ;)

Contains: futa/female, incest, beastiality, penis growth, inflation, pregnancy

Steffy, short for Steffany, was bouncing excitedly in front of her mother's saddle and yelling "Yahoo! Giddy-up!” to make the horse go faster. It was the first time for the 10-year-old to be on back of living horse and not those kiddies’ rides in a mall. There is no substitute, which can compete with a real thing. This horse, which Steffy and her mother were riding, was of the massive draft horse type and huge even for that kind of breed, over 22 hands high. In front of Steffy’ and her mother’s horse, another person rode much sleeker and faster looking horse, a real Arabian stallion, fast as a wind.

The person who had came to pick up Wendy and Steffany had air of being as old as dirt, possibly even older, and had arrived with extra horse that they were now riding. No words had been spoken between Wendy and the old-timer, just mute recognition and smallest dipping of heads. Horses had greeted Wendy more excitedly and searched for treats from her hands. Knowing what mode of transportation was to be expected on the last leg of journey and being fond of horses, Wendy had prepared satchel of apples in advance with her to give them as handouts, and of course as snacks for Steffy.

Wendy’s mood was apprehensive. This was the first time she was coming back home in over 10 years, not since she had left home pregnant with Steffany. Being only 15 years old and pregnant hadn’t been easy, whilst it probably gave her enough pity points to survive in outside world in those early years. Having a jaw-dropping body had of course helped in those waitress jobs she had had to do in start, until she got scouted for modeling business. She had been offered parts in porn movies several times, but while see looked hot as hell with her triple H bust of firm flesh above slim waist and wide hips, she couldn’t perform on a film set worth a damn, and Wendy herself was disappointed every time they promised that these porn star studs would make her beg for more. None of those jocks had been able to make her excited or even properly wet. Even this wouldn’t have prevented her career but the fact that Wendy was allergic to condoms was a showstopper. Luckily for Wendy one of the smarter producers had connections to lingerie business and had hooked her to pose for sexy lingerie catalogs for extra large bust section. Lingerie job, coupled with odd jobs in escorting business, had made her life pretty easy and comfortable, if not overly fulfilled in terms of sexual satisfaction. Her escort jobs tended to be one-time jobs if client had wanted it to include sex, since Wendy just didn’t get exited and her faking was still terrible.

The letter from home had arrived through lingerie catalogs office, and had raised all kind of alarms in her mind about her mother finding her. What it had contained was a plea to return back home, things had changed it had said. Her mother had forgiven her and had even left to look for her. Deciding to go back home had not been easy for Wendy but letter had dug up emotions left unused for long time and made her feel nervous and excited to see her childhood sceneries again.

Steffy was oblivious to her mother’s blues and just enjoyed her first real riding trip.

The riding trip had started from a decrepit farm near interstate where Wendy had hopped off from local yokel’s lift. He had been ogling her rack non-stop and enjoyed the view so much that had spurted his seed from the look of his pants. When getting off Wendy decided to be nice and give the oldster a peck on a cheek, which prompted the yokel to grope her tits and get off second time, spreading the existing wet spot in his trousers.

Riding to their destination took several days. Sleeping outside under sky full of stars was likewise first time for Steffy and she asked all kind of questions from her surroundings from her mother, which she answered as best as she could. Their guide didn’t speak, just pointed forward if asked of anything.

In the end they arrived to split in hills and rode inside to arrive at valley, ringed with hills and mountains, complete with its own lake and a house beside it. It took them several hours to reach house by the lake, all this time Wendy’s feelings getting more and more tense.

A person was standing waiting in yard when they arrived.

To Steffy the person waiting for them looked huge in every way; in height she was something like six feet tall, compared to her mother's modest 5’1”, and her bust was in scale to match, as well. The giant was well muscled in sleek and graceful way.

“Wendy, you came back … “ gia

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