Thread: Cum, Cream & Other Delicacies | TuffLuv & princess pesch |

The hot water had been turned to the maximum heat until the room was nothing more than a mist of steamy air. Behind the thin curtain Jezebel relaxed, dipping her head back and embracing the heat of the water as it rushed down over her voluptuous figure. Letting out a sigh she glanced down at her buxom breasts carefully working her hand to massage the tender nipple. There was faint indents of what appeared to the be teeth marks and bruising all around the areola. Her client today had become a little too eager in consuming her breast milk. Still when she thought of the thick wad of cash sitting in her account, she couldnt help thinking it had been worth it. A loving smile came to her lips thinking of how she could propose an outing this weekend to her mother and treat the hard working woman to a few well deserved rewards. That is unless she was working again A small ache in her chest rose, while she should be happy that Viv worked so hard to provide she couldnt help but feel guilty. The bovine was more than grateful that Vivien had taken her in as her own daughter, even as a child she was aware of this gratitude when she married her father. She could still remember her excitement at the announcement of their engagement and meeting the beautiful vixen, an instant affection taking root in her heart the moment she met her. Jez couldnt help but feel happy to finally have a woman in her life to call mother. But even as a girl she had known that Viv had walked into trap, and as a girl she was painfully aware of the mistreatment Viv was now being shown and that the happiness between the two would be short lived. Her father after all was a worthless piece of trash, a leech sucking away from everyone and everything. He had great charisma and knew how to artfully deceive. She had never known her real mother and apart of her wondered if her father had driven her away or if she had just been left unwanted between the two of them. Her father had no instinct of caring for her, she faintly recalled drifting from one relative to another growing to realize these were places shed never be able to call home. Constantly being a reminder of how unwanted she was and the whispers not only of her coming into this world but the shameful and unapologetic destruction her father did continuing to bring shame to her and her family. Of course there must had been a father somewhere in him, he would pop up out of the blue and give her gifts, taking her out, and for very brief periods even living with him. But even that was tainted as it was only a way to assure that he was getting something out of it for himself. Whether it be dating women, or looking like a father struggling to get by, he always evoked some sympathy in his act of trying to be fatherly. Once he got what he wanted he always dumped her, promising hed come back, that there lives would be better and that he was going to make everything perfect like it should be. It was these promises that she hung onto, laying in bed and feeling helpless. Always dreaming, and picturing the day hed walk through that door and carry her out to a real house with a back yard, a car in the driveway. Hed take her to school, watch her dance, and theyd eat ice cream all day because no one could tell them what to do. Well God must have made him manage to keep some of his promise - he met Viv and she had been the prayer answered. Viviene provided for both of them, welcoming them into her life and transforming Jezs whole perspective of what a family could be. It seemed natural that these two would get along - the moment her father slipped that ring on her finger there was no detaching Jezebel from her new mother. Thats why when the tension set in between the two adults she knew that this happiness would disappear just as easily as it had come. It was actually amazing how long it had last, over the years it grew more and more toxic. Viv could have easily walked out that door, found herself a more loving and less pathetic husband. But she stayed, and Jezebel thanked whatever God there was. But she had to take matters into her own hands, she wanted Viv to remain in her life for good, needed her more than anything. So she devised a plot to have it her way, there would be no more worry, shame, or sadness under this roof. But it did come at a price, a price she didnt think about much these days but wouldnt hesitate to pay it again. For her sixteenth birthday she seduced her father - it actually hadnt been all that hard to do, he was prone to drinking and talking him into sharing a beer or two with her had seemed innocent for a man with no morals. The bug like sensations still crawled under her skin every time she thought of him touching her, how eagerly he had been to undress her. Although it wasnt tricking her father into fucking her that ate away at her - it was the look on Vivienne's face when she walked in and saw the two that haunted her. Hearing those footsteps knowing she would walk through the door turned her stomach to knots, she cried louder knowing someone would hear her commotiob begging him to stop, telling him her distaste - which seemed to provoke him to become more mean spirited. Crying wasnt hard when she thought about it, but when Viv saw them it came naturally. The tears welled up in such an emotional force that she couldnt make them stop a broken sob wrenching frim her as she sought protection in her mothers arms. She was all too happy to tell her how he forced her - lying so easily to everyone that this wasnt the first time. That he had taken advantage of her on multiple occasions. They ate up her words, and no one believed him when he said otherwise. Just like that he was gone forever locked away there was no better fairy tale ending she could have asked for. Still she never brought it up between the two of them what was done was done. Yet she wondered if deep down Viv resented her, harboring ill thoughts of how disgusting she must think Jezebel was. Leaving her to wonder if she was only taking care of her because it had fallen to her responsibility to do so only because her relatives likely refused to take her back? These were the dark thoughts that sometimes consumed her when she thought of that look - the heartbreak transfixing over Vivienne's stiff mouth, the shock sinkibg back into her eyes as she caught her own husband raping his daughter. Sometimes she wished she could come clean - just as easily as taking a shower. Just admit to her mother that she had tactfully done it to save them from his torment. But admitting the truth could seal her fate in destroying the relationship they had and forever exile her from the one person she could ever call mother. She dreaded her eighteenth birthday, graduating from school - how eager Viv was to have her grades being perfect to send her away to college.While she knew Vivienne wanted what was best for Jez in truth she she never wanted to leave and the thought of it . . . Pinching the bridge of her nose she broke away from the thought as teaes washed up with a sharp sting. This was a dead end she hadnt yet found a way around, so far her only solution had been to spend every moment she could with the vixen. Jezs cellphone hummed with vibration as it rattled on the sink counter a little chime following afterwards. Her ears perked knowing that familiar little melody was a client taking interest in her little posted ad. Well, she wouldnt keep them waiting. Finishing off with a soapy lather she quickly washed before shutting off the water and stepping out to dry herself. Folding the towel around her full figure she made her way down the hallway towards her room where she slipped behind the closed door. The room was simple, clean and hardly personable. No posters, or family pictures, no knickknacks, or girly little things to decorate - this was a room that spoke in volumes of her displacement. Never quite feeling she ever had a home to stay long in or fear of feeling it would be taken from her. The only thing that seemed to break away from the sterile clean atmosphere was the painted walls - walls that in her youth she had been invited to paint with Viv. Choosing the colors of bright yellows and pinks and painting little figurines of dancing shapes. Her heart always flickered with warmth seeing the handprint of herself and Vivs near the light switch. She touched it now, a gentle smile pulling at her lips. Her text chirped again - clearly this new client was eager and it broke her away from her fondness as she walked over and sank into her bed. It was the usual interest in her post describing her bovine nature that she had a natural source of lactation and it needed some relief. She posted pictures of her wearing a shirt with the milk soaking through in large dark puddles. She offered that she could pump the milk into little packets or if they wanted a taste from the source - both had different price tags. This contact was asking to see her breasts exposed - a harmless request. Turning on her ipod she let the music blast, drowning out any morals that would hold her back. Reclining back into her bed she took a few selfies, weeding out the ones that didnt turn out. She teased them first by only peeling back a part of her towel to show off the perky roundness of her breasts as they took shape. But her towel still remained in place. They flirted between messages until he was paying her for more vulgar nudes. Tweaking her nipples with a firm little pinch a squirt of milk dribbled eagerly as she captured and sent this pic just as Viv was pulling into the driveway. Well it looked like this session would be over - she said she had to go, but if they were interested in having a taste that they could email her when they would like to set the date. She was up out of the bed cleaning the sweet little mess. Unzipping her backpack she pulled out her textbook and laid it over the desk flipping the pages to the chapter they were studying in class while laying her notepad just under the lamp with her already carefully taken notes that she had written ahead of time. She knew Viv would be pleased with her daughters initiative to do her homework - but after dinner she would ask her mother for some help, pretending to play dumb. All the while watching the vixen sit next to her lamp light like a beautiful model transfixed by her lips, her dainty little hands, her confidence. The perfume flooding into her room, taking each breath slowly while the smell tizzied her senses while together they went over explanations to solving the problems. She knew she wouldnt hear a word, her heart would pound too fiercely and shed get that silly bubbly feeling she always got ever since she had met Viv. Refolding the towel over her figure she mussed her still partially wet hair and left the confines of her room ready to tell her mother she had actually been working on her homework for a change but had to take a break for a shower. Maybe as a reward they could order some takeout and watch some netflix...Before she had left she had plugged her phone into the charger - her new client was pestering her for one last photo. She bit her lip and decided one more couldnt hurt as she innocently posed and told them mother is home, what will happen if she sees me like this ? a cute little baby like pout of lips shaping as she groped one of her breasts. She hit sent and left - but the picture would never reach the client, as her phone glitched and sent the photo instead to the most recent contact - her mother. Springing downstairs with a bounce in her step she casually entered the kitchen her tail swishing as a grin rose from one ear to the next seeing her mother. She noted that her mothers blouse had been unbuttoned and Vivs heavy jugs seemed ready to leap from their confined dress suit - not to mention how that pencil skirt hugged those hips so tightly every powerful muscle defined... The warm bubbly feeling came abruptly pooling into Jezebels stomach as it dropped into a flutter. Forcing her eyes to peel away from the womanly figure before her she occupied her attention to instead retreat towards the fridge where she open the door and peered in. Unintentionally she bent herself over just trying to actually make it appear she was looking for something plausible to eat. Her shapely bottom making a point of attention as the towel itself wasnt enough to cover the slight exposure of her little slit between her legs. Youre home early. she said casually pausing a moment before sighing dramatically, and pulling herself out from the fridge leaning on the door with a small pout. Theres nothing to eat! she declared her lashes fluttering innocently behind her chocolate eyes. And Im staaaarving ! she added for more effect, Maybe we should order something shed let the idea sink in a smirk at her not so subtle tact of wanting to order take out. Vivs phone went off apparently the message finally sent, Jezs eyes squinted thinking it was possibly her mothers work texting her. They better not be asking you to cover came a displease note of irritability of her clear resentment that this might be her mothers job wanting to steal Viv away for the weekend.