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Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

I know she does. The sedan door opened for Mikayla, and Eun's hand was there like a gentlewoman to assist her with the mild step out. This night was not about Valerie, anymore. The attention centered squarely on Mikayla, from here on out. Eun's jacket stretched to shield her from the cool night breeze. Grace's fingers interrupted her fretting to give her something to touch, something human and calming. The job is mine to give. I could have an absolute professional in the position amplifying my every output, making me look amazing. Or, I could take a chance on your mom. The key here is you, Mikayla. Valerie will forgive me if she doesn't land the job. We'll still be here for her. But, it's going to cost her. It's going to keep on costing her forever, or it's going to cost you for a little while to land her a sweet job. Inside, in the warm air, strangers moved slow through wood paneling in the style of a castle wine cellar, handling sleek long necks from lattice racks and murmuring over island displays in raw wood, rich liquors in gold and amber and dark nut. Let's take a look around, said Grace. I'll help you pick out something extra special, and we can talk about it. Your mom likes the Crystal, or Reserve, but nothing in blown glass sculpture. That's tacky. Check the back corner, suggested Grace. Over here. A selection relatively unpawed was where Grace steered her. Without any accompanying collection, esoteric to the weekend consumer, the bottles had been left to age and accumulated dust in glass recesses. The labels were faint, and the tags difficult to read with Eun and Grace's shadows crowding in, hip to hip with Mikayla. Whatever catches your eye, Kayla. I'll pay for it, said Grace. That name again, and it was no accident. A luxurious fur sleeve crossed the small of Mikayla's back to rest on her far hip. This was the payment she took for buying an expensive present for Valerie, and mending the damaged bond between mother and daughter. Her transaction, a hand on Mikayla's butt. What made Grace happy also made Eun happy. That's very nice. When you walk in the door with this, all will be forgiven. Eun was ready for them at the checkout with a bottle of her own. It came so easily for her to pay for everything that she seemed to have forgotten already by the time the money changed hands. There is one thing you can help me with, she said to the clerk, Where can we get poppers around here? Poppers? he asked. Eun made a measurement with her fingers. Oh, we don't sell those here. You shouldn't take them with alcohol. And when someone comes in asking, where do you suggest they look? You might try, um, Our Pink Paradise. He gave her the directions to a place not far from there, but deep, deep back hidden from the spying eyes of traffic. Eun committed it to memory. The gift was Mikayla's to carry. Eun and Grace walked her back to the car, and opened the door for her. You don't mind one quick stop, do you?
Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

Mikayla watched as both females climbed out of the vehicle, her passenger door opening a short time later with Euns hand being offered to her. With a soft little sigh, Mikayla took her hand and climbed out, huddling against Eun as she wrapped a part of her jacket around her while Grace held her hand now. Thank you Eun and Grace. Mikayla said in her soft and sweet tone, holding Graces hand back, walking with the pair inside the bottle shop. Im the key? What does that mean? Mikayla thought to herself, releasing Graces hand once inside and stepping out of Euns jacket to look around. It was the first time she had ever stepped inside a bottle shop before. Mikayla looked up at Grace, giving her a nod, she walked around the store with her. Thank you Grace. Mikayla answered and listened to her suggestions. Okay. She answered again, following Grace over to the bottles of wine that her mother liked. Listening to Grace again, Mikayla couldnt help but to blush slightly as she used her nickname once again. Thank you Grace. Mikayla answered once her head had turned to look up at the female again for a moment, shyly. She turned her attention back to the bottles of wine and felt Graces hand on the small of her back, causing her to pause in her tracks for a moment. After Mikayla began looking at the price tags, she didnt want the females to have to pay too much for the bottle. Mikayla found the cheaper bottle out of the ones that Grace suggested and as she reached for the bottle, she again stopped in her tracks as she felt Graces hand shift to her backside. Mikaylas eyes opened wide for a moment, again keeping her mouth shut, she grabbed the bottle of wine and brushed off the dust then looked up towards Grace. This one. Mikayla said softly, the blush in her cheeks darker. I hope so, just wish I could pay for it rather then rely on you and Eun, but thank you. Mikayla answered walking back to the counter with Grace. Once at the counter, Mikayla stood there quietly and listened to Eun speak with the store clerk. Poppers? Mikayla thought to herself, having no idea what they were talking about. Once the wine was paid for, Mikayla took the bag that the wine had been placed in. Thank you so much. Mikayla mentioned softly as they walked back out to the car, climbing into the backseat once again when the door opened for her. Mikayla looked up at Eun and Grace, shaking her head softly. No, I dont mind. She answered sweetly then buckled her seat belt up. Once the pair were in the car and it was moving again, Mikayla looked out the window. Eun? She paused for a moment. Earlier you said that I was the key? That it would only cost me a little while rather then costing mom longer? Mikayla turned to look into the rear vision mirror to look into Euns eyes. Youre talking about sex arent you? She asked softly, the bottle in her lap and fingers fidgetting again.
Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

Mm? Eun was leaning forward, peering out over the dash in search of the place, distracted from the question. She needed time to replay in her head what Mikayla had said, as she made the turn. Sex, yes. What did you think we've been talking about? She looked to Grace, and received only a shrug in answer. Yes, we want to have sex with you. Both of us, together. At the same time. There was music coming from up ahead. Thumping bass, kaleidoscopic electronica, wolf whistle and moaned lyric in German, scrambled up and down by an overactive DJ. Through smoke, colored lights. I thought you realized that back at the house. What did you think we were talking about, when you stormed out? Eun examined her in the mirror. Confused. Did you think I wanted you to be my maid? There was a patrol car in the lot out front, just sitting there. Inside there was no catastrophe unfolding, only Friday night cheers. A joy boy and a twink came stumbling into the sights of the sedan's headlights, and Eun stopped sudden. Laughing, they tapped the gold hood, and continued into the lot. Eun found it best to park, then. The patrol car was right in Mikayla's sights as Eun stopped the sedan and twisted in her leather seat to see the young woman's face. No, I want to kiss you. Fingers ran up the side of her face, pushed back straight black hair, black as ink. The tip of her pinkie played between thought ful lips. I want to put my fingers in your mouth. There was nothing to prevent Mikayla from getting out, right then. Eun wanted her to be aware of that choice, and the choice she was making to stay and listen. How would you make love to her, Gracie? Now Grace turned, too, to lock eyes with Mikayla. We'd have to get you out of those clothes, and into something that makes you feel sexy. Yeah, said Eun. A school uniform. Ooh, I like this. With no panties and a locking collar. Gracie, wow. If you're naughty, I'll give you that spanking you never got in school. Eun squirmed at the edge of her seat. But if you're nice and kiss my toes, I'm going to fill you up to the brink with love and hold you all night between us. It took Eun a moment to shake that off. I'll just pop inside, she said, opening the door and letting the un-tss un-tss un-tss rhythm in. You girls talk about this. Leather creaked, and Grace's stocking-hugged legs stretched across into the driver's seat to better study Mikayla. Have you heard your mother at night, through those thin walls? Have you ever been...curious? Grace asked. About how it could be, with an experienced woman.
Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

O....okay. She answered nervously, swallowing the saliva that had built up inside her mouth, blushing from Euns bluntness. I just wanted to make sure. Mikayla answered. Thats all. She sighed softly and looked out the side window. Definitely going to have to speak to mom about this..... Mikayla thought to herself as she looked over to the house with the bumping, thumping music. As the car stopped suddenly, Mikayla jolted forward, placing her hands on the back of the seat in front of her, gasping softly. She looked to the front of the car and noticed the two guys walking past, jumping startled from the tap on the hood of the car. Where are we? Mikayla asked softly, looking around to notice the patrol vehicle. Mikayla turned her attention back to Eun as she twisted in her seat, looking at the Koren womans face. Mikayla hadnt been kissed by another female before so when she heard Eun, Mikaylas eyes widened and she blushed deeply once again. All this talk was starting to become too much for her. The pressure that her mother had put her under plus the fact that Eun probably wouldnt give Valerie the job if Mikayla didnt go through with this was backing her into a corner. Mikayla looked back into Graces eyes as she turned in her chair now. Listening to the back and forth conversation the pair had, listening to what Grace would do. Spanking I never got in school? Kiss her toes? What? She thought, not believing what she was hearing. I thought I was good in school? Mikayla answered softly then watched Eun exit the vehicle, the loud music only louder until the door closed once again. She disregarded everything Grace asked and instead looked back into the females eyes. Why are you and Eun doing this? She asked softly. I mean, I understand that everyone has their ticks, but youre married to Eun and youre both dating my mom. Why...... Mikayla asked softly, pausing for a moment. Why me? Dont you have enough? She asked, fiddling with her fingers out of nervousness. I feel like Ive been backed into a corner by the three of you.
Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

Eun is my wife, Grace said. You could say I love her more than I can bear. Deeper than the stars in the sky. When someone so completes you that you would be half a person without them, that's Eun. Your mother... Grace considered the many definitions of that word, love, and decided to start over again. Eun and I like to get off. We're very good at it. And when we both like the same woman, all three of us are in for a real thrill. It doesn't usually last very long, but things became more complicated with your mother. I shouldn't talk about it. Let's talk about you, instead. You were fine in school. Grace smiled at her. Don't be so literal, Kayla. We're talking dirty, we're having a flirt. I'd love to get you hot and bothered for me. See what your fingers are doing, there. Digit twirled to encompass the whole litany of nervous motions squirming out of Mikayla's hands. You don't know what to do with that energy. I know what to do with it, Kayla. I'd be delighted to put your energy to work- In a heartbeat Eun returned to the car. She shooed Grace's legs out of her seat with a tsk, and deposited a bag in the back, beside Mikayla's seat. When it spilled over there were little bottles, like energy drink or vanilla extract, bearing such vague labels as Hecate, Follow Me Boy, and Fly By Wire. Did my best girls have a good chat? asked Eun. She breathed deep, and then it was too late to evacuate the car. She kicked up dust peeling out, and picked up speed getting back to the main road. I'm ready for tonight. She doesn't mean you, Kayla. That's for this weekend. Grace seatbelted, and reached across to help Eun into hers, while her wife stretched strangely and made cat claws against the steering wheel. But by the time they reached the road, Eun was stable again. This weekend, that's good news. Can I call you Kayla then? It's cute. You're cute. One hand waved. I changed my mind, you can bring your cheeto finger boyfriend if you like. You can watch me put a dimple in his lil white bread prostate. Grace burst out laughing. It was clear from her duck down into the seat she knew it was wrong to laugh, but she and Eun were too much cut from the same cloth. They were the same kind of monster. The way home went faster, with so little traffic left on the road, with so much else on the mind. That white compact had been towed by the time they returned to Valerie's apartment, and it pleased Eun on a spiritual level to park in the space she felt entitled to. But Mikayla was not just to be dropped off, as she might have wanted. Eun and Grace followed her to the door, goodies in hand. There was no answer, at first, to Grace's knock. A second time, she tried. But there was Valerie's old Nissan, her only aging conveyance, and Grace's nudge found the door unlocked. Valerie was there on the couch, empty bottle of wine, a disaster run aground. Aw, said Grace. Look how cute. Let's take this to the bedroom, Eun. Something tells me Val needs a little TLC.
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Im yet to experience that kind of love. Mikayla answered looking down into her lap as her hands continued to fidget nervously, after hearing how much Grace explained what Eun meant to her. Mikayla lifted her heard and pierced her gaze into Graces eyes as she mentioned her mother. Mikayla was curious as to why things become more complicated and was curious as to why she wouldnt speak about it. She hated when someone would mention something but not continue to talk further about it, it was like watching an episode of your favourite show and they leave you on a cliff hanger at the end of the episode. As Grace changed the subject though, Mikayla blushed and turned her gaze back to her lap as her hands continued fidgeting nervously. Im not an expect with..... with flirting, I find it hard to know when someone is flirting or not, Im only sixteen after all. Mikayla answered nervously, turning her attention back to Graces face, blushing more as Grace explained what she knew to do with her fingers. Mikayla moved her hands and lent her elbow against the door, leaning her head against her hand to try and move the focus away from them. Mikayla turned her head as the door opened and watched Eun climb back in with a bag of something that was placed beside her. Her girls? Mikayla asked herself and before she knew it the car took off down the road and back to the main road. Mikayla still didnt realise what was in the bag, even after reading the labels. Uh.....um sure, if youd like to call me Kayla, my friends call me that. Mikayla explained, blushing shyly when Eun complimented her. Mikayla raised her eye brow as they spoke about her boyfriend and prostate. I..... I think hed rather hang out with his friends. Mikayla answered then looked out the window. Once they reached the apartment, she was expecting the pair to continue on driving, but in a way she was glad they got out, hopefully it would cheer her mother up. Mikayla grabbed the bottle of wine and walked up to the apartment door where Grace knocked on the door. There wasnt an answer. When the door was nudged and the pair walked in, Mikayla followed and found her mother practically passed out on the couch with a wine bottle in hand. Do you need a hand to take her to the room? What is in the bag for the weekend? Mikayla asked curiously.
Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

She wants to take responsibility for her mother. For Eun, for Grace, this seemed significant. Between the two of them, there was surely enough muscle to move Valerie to her bed. Instead, Grace took one end, and Eun stood by, doing nothing, to give Mikayla that opportunity. Yes, give me a hand. Even as teacher and student each took an end and wobbled into the hall, Valerie was not about to wake. When she lay there on the bed, disheveled from carrying, Eun sat beside her, taking off her heels, and her jacket, exactly the way she'd intended the night to go. This? She took out the liquor she'd purchased just before, a dark gold bourbon with a stallion in glass relief. Some of it is for you. You didn't have much wine. She set it down on the nightstand, and examined Mikayla's face. You mean the rest of it, the nitro. Then to Grace, She wants to know about them. The lights shut off except for a dim lamp by the bed, creating a huddle just big enough for Eun and Grace and Mikayla and Valerie's sleepy murmur. She might not approve of what Eun took from the bag and handed to Mikayla, label of Follow Me Boy and cartoon of flirty backside, breezy skirt hiked just an inch by playful fingers. WARNINGS ran up the sides and back, but the fluid contents remained protected behind tamper-proof plastic choked all the way up over the cap. There was no way to open them except scissors or an act of animal desperation. You can keep that one, Kayla. It's not too intense. It's going to relax you all over. Don't drink it, said Grace. Right, you don't drink them. You open it up, cup it to your nose, and breathe in deep, like this. Eun demonstrated with the sealed bottle of Hecate, crackling purple lightning and pentagram on the smaller bottle, promising wicked black magic. It's going to give you a rush, and electrify your experiences for a while. The deep relaxation lasts longer than the animal heat, with Follow Me Boy. You're going to want to keep breathing it in while you masturbate. Grace's fur coat came off, her heels came off. She sat on the edge of the bed to escort her black stockings down sleek legs. They were staying the night. Do you have a vibrator, Kayla? Grace asked. Her earrings came out, and clicked on the nightstand. Eun's a-line formal dress, shimmering and silver, started to come up over her head. Jut womanly hips revealed, and the crushed girth of her Korean cock tucked along the snug band of her silver panties, almost clear across the top of her thigh, cruelly trapped but peeking through the lace. Her breasts came unfettered when the dress lifted off completely. They were smaller than Grace's, unbashful, ready for action. Into bed with Valerie she climbed. They were going to sandwich her, Mikayla's mother. I'll buy you a nice one this weekend and show you how to use it. Grace was ready to undress, too. But she waited, giving Mikayla a chance to scurry off, before she did.
Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

As Eun stood back, Mikayla assisted Grace when she was told to do so, lifting the opposite end of her mother with a slight grunt, her and Grace wobbled Valerie down the hall to her bedroom. Finally, Valerie was on the bed and after a soft couple of pants, Mikayla had recovered. Eun had undressed almost completely while Mikayla was there. N.... No..... No I uh, dont have a vibrator. Mikayla answered after hearing her questions being answered, she held the small bottle in her hand, looking down at the label. Goodnight. Mikayla scurried out of the room. Eun has a cock? Mikayla thought to herself, confused slightly while walking into her room. She closed her door behind her and walked to her bed, placing the small bottle of Follow Me Boy on her bedside table. She stripped her boob tube top from her frame and slipped a sports bra onto her chest to conceal her c cup breasts. Mikayla then slipped out of her skirt and slipped on a pair of booty shorts before climbing into bed. Looking at the small bottle, Mikayla decided to leave it for now, finally yawning and laying down, turning onto her side. She faced the wall, reaching back and turning the lamp off beside her bed and falling asleep soon after. The next morning, Mikayla woke up around nine. It was school holidays thankfully meaning Mikayla could sleep in as much as she wanted, with a yawn and a stretch she climbed out of her bed, ran her fingers through her hair then left her room. She walked to the bathroom, turned the tap of the shower on and closed the bathroom door. Making sure there was a clean towel for herself after her shower, Mikayla stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower, sighing as the hot water ran down her body. After washing her slim frame, shaving her legs, arms, armpits and between her legs, Mikayla washed her hair then turned the shower off, wrapped the towel around herself and walked back to her room. She dried herself off, slipped into a pink bra and matching g-string then slipped into a pink and white summer frilly dress. After brushing her long blonde hair, she tied it up into a messy ponytail. Returning to the bathroom, Mikayla hung the towel back up and brushed her teeth before walking down to the kitchen.
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Legs stretched long across the small kitchen, Eun's and Grace's, where they waited for the one shower. Either woman wore a baggy shirt from Valerie's closet, which would have been loose on anyone in the apartment but round Eun dangled like a toga. Your mom is sleeping in this morning, Grace murmured, in tune with how sound traveled through the small apartment. It was a nice thing you did for her. A responsible thing, said Eun. Did you try some of the, ah... Grace measured out with her fingers about the size of the bottle they'd slipped her the night before, the Follow Me Boy. Last night? I crashed, I went right to sleep. Today I'm going to want all my energy. Eun nuzzled in, put her kiss to Mikayla's temple. Grace was on the other side, almost the same intimate huddle they'd found with mother. Fingers pushed into Mikayla's hair. In a tidy gather she undid the hasty ponytail, and pulled to help Mikayla with one more fashionable. The difference in Grace's commanding fingers, pulling blonde hair almost from the root, was night and day. This was how they controlled. Eun's knee was between Mikayla's. Breath spilled down collar so frilly and airy in the slightest breeze. Grace's soft hands pulled, demanding, the hard edge of her fingernails against warm showered scalp. Then the band fastened, and Grace luxuriated the conditioned feel of long hair through her fingers as she let Mikayla slip away. Mmm, that body wash, said Eun. I'm going to get ready. Your mom is under the weather, so maybe let her sleep. Leave her a note, so she won't worry. Eun and Grace went into the shower together. The door did not close. Old shirts heaped on the floor, and two bodies shared the streaming water while the heat was still perfect, still wanting to bubble forth. A little sound echoed a long way in the confines of the shower, amplified by bathroom tile into the apartment hall. The squick of soapy bodies, the yearning moan of scrubbing down to tender spring freshness, a splash of Grace pivoting round Eun in toe-deep water. What should we do first? Grace asked her wife. Kayla, are you there? No, I think she's keeping herself busy. Soon they were dry, and loose in the apartment. Eun hunted down a pair of skinny fit jeans and slim front seam top which lent her the shaped proportions of a doll. Grace shimmied into slacks and a button-up white shirt, a thin sweater over so she could roll back the sleeves and look every bit the schoolteacher when the glasses slipped on. The heels from the night before suited just fine, killer stilettos with a piercing click either woman was trained from birth to master. Into Eun's purse pushed the little bottles of Hecate, Fly By Wire, and Bum Rush too, as though they might need them on the go, out in public. And then, time was up. Mikayla's escorts stood ready at the door. There was no need for jackets or coats with broad daylight shining and the warm press of the crowds watching, judging. Let's get you a vibrator first, Grace said, so we can use it in the changing rooms.