Allie & Amy - Two

Story by cin_amin

Chapter Two - Thank you for the positive feedback, everyone. Sorry about losing my mind for a day or so. ;)

After what seemed like eons, I took Allie’s hand and we made a long, slow walk back to our cabin, without either of us speaking a word. On arriving she went directly into the bathroom and showered a very long time…during which I made us both a cup of tea, and tried desperately to relax. Sitting at the table my hands were trembling so badly, I had to set the cup down. What had happened? Who was this creature, certainly not my daughter? But she was Allie and obviously something had changed…and more than anything right now, she needed me. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the cup - using both hands - and sipped, looking up as the bathroom door opened, and she stepped out - her hair wet. She was wrapped in a huge terry cloth towel that rode low on her breasts but was large enough to cover her completely.

She smiled rather meekly and walked over, sitting opposite me and sighed as she picked up her cup and sipped. We stared into one another’s eyes for some time, neither of us quite sure where to begin. It was Allie who finally broke the ice;

“So, how about that weather huh?”

That was all we needed and the walls fell down, both of us giggling despite everything. Looking into her eyes, I could only form one question;

“How?’

She explained she wasn’t quite sure how, or exactly when, but had noticed changes over the last few months. Much higher and more active libido, very sensitive to certain touches, and the unmistakable appendage she now carried. She explained at first she was able to control it, but lately it was as if it had a mind of it’s own. She had even had to change how she dressed to hide it. I nodded having noticed her recent change to peasant skirts and longer freer flowing dresses, all typically below her knees.

She stared into my eyes a long moment, then told me how this was the first time anyone had seen “it” as she had been extremely careful. She and I both blushed deeply, then she asked softly:

“What do you think of it mom?”

Now it was my time to blush, and lower my eyes. Thinking a moment and choosing my words carefully, mostly so I didn’t blurt out “Holy Crap! That’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen!”, instead I kept my gaze dropped down to my tea and I nearly whispered…

“Ummm, I’d be lying if I didn’t say it’s…I mean you’re…impressive. And when you came, my god, I’ve never seen so much…you know. But I’m worried about you honey, maybe it’s a mom-thing…are you alright?”

I nodded, as she assured me she was fine, just a bit confused herself, and worried herself about dealing with this over time. I agreed with her, and told her I would do anything I could to help. Noticing her bite her lip, her eyes flashing open wider slightly, I asked…

“What?”

My jaw dropped as she blushed and scooted her chair back, walking to me, the towel now pointing out, like a tent on her hips…she stood near me and asked…

“Anything mom?”

I looked down at the towel, then back up to her eyes…shivering, my mouth was hanging open, as It suddenly dawned on me…

Oh god…you want me to? Ummmm…

She smiled softly as I must have been beet red blushing, stepping closer she guided my hands to her towel. In a trance, I looked up at her, as I loosened it, feeling it slip off her hips. I was unable to look down, fearing what I might see, but knowing I had to…I lowered my gaze. The clinical part of my mind switched on as I got this close look, eyes not caressing it, but examining it…sizing it up if you will. I could tell it was more than twice my hand’s width long…making it at the very least 10 inches and quite thick. The head fully exposed blushed a deep pink…the tip glistening already a single droplet of precum clinging to it.

Gulping as I looked up at her, a soft moan escaped my lips. She simply smiled and nodded. Without another word, my hand caressed her thigh, then my fingertips trailed lightly along the shaft, making me jump back as it twitched. I curled my hand around it once more, this time holding it, gently…feeling the girth, feeling the weight, feeling the heat coming from it. Without looking up I began moving my hand slowly up and down, not fast…again judging the feeling, exploring if you will. I heard a very soft, content sigh and I looked up, Allie was resting her hands on my shoulders, biting her lip with her eyes closed as she enjoyed the new, powerful sensation. She knew, but little did I, she would never have to do this for herself again.

She swelled in my hand, the top flaring just a bit, as it dribbled the creamy pre-cum as it had earlier. I watched the droplet cling to the head, rolling down to the edge of the crown, precariously hanging there, before falling softly onto my knee…soon to be followed by another droplet. Each time it landed I jumped, to the point Allie giggled at me, the fee

... more on the forums ...