Witching Hours 8 - The Wash [FIRST DRAFT 6-20-13]

Witching Hours 8 - Car Wash [FIRST DRAFT 6-20-13]

by Gunwild (http://cartoon.adultfanfiction.net/authors.php?no=1296798930)

 

Susan Vandom thought of her own hips as being a touch too wide. She thought her butt stuck out kind of far, no matter which angle she turned it for the mirror. But she'd lived long enough that she'd learned many people appreciated hips as round as hers, and bottoms that tended to 'sweep' away from the small of the back.

        Still, she exercised regularly, trying to keep the same build she'd had in college, during what she now thought of as her 'experimental' phase. It was odd to think that her 'experimenting' had involved getting married and having a daughter, but it had also led her to where she was now – in the most contented, loving relationship of her life, with that same daughter.

        Susan usually thought of Will while getting ready to jog or do one of her aerobics routines. The things that made Will attractive came about effortlessly: her disarming little smiles, her big brown eyes, the way she tried to hide her willowy limbs even though she was built like a statue of a nymph. The girl constantly swam for fun, without ever realizing how perfect it made her petite body.

        Susan exhausted herself with the necessary exercises whether she wanted to or not, just trying not to let age get the better of her. No one who saw her would say that there was any chance of it happening, but Susan wouldn't have trusted their compliments. The only person she exercised for now was Will, and Will didn't need to compliment her. The way she eyed her mother, the way she touched her and kissed her, that was more than enough repayment.

        Besides, exercise gave her energy. If she woke up and jogged on a Saturday, she could spend the whole morning doing useful housework, or learning a new skill... or maybe getting athletic in a different way with Will and her gorgeous girlfriend Irma. The thought of that made her smile to herself as she got in the shower to clear the sweat of her morning run off. But it was no-go: Will was exhausted and sleeping in this morning.

        Susan had no doubt it was because of some late-night jaunt to an extra-dimensional realm to battle evil – luckily for Susan she'd slept through it. She had all the worries of a mom and a lover whenever Will was in danger, but she didn't bother her about it or beg her to stay home. That was what the idiot wives in police dramas did; Susan understood the necessity and took it as a sign that she'd raised a brave girl with a sense of duty.

        When she got out of the shower Susan smelled, according to the body wash bottle, like ylang-ylang and coconut milk. Her tan skin was lotion-softened and clean, and after some blow-drying her dark hair was showing all that body she couldn't have gotten rid of if she tried. Exercising always made her feel good about herself, and she actually considered sauntering her way into Will's room to reward her for all her hard work very intimately... but if her daughter wanted to sleep, Susan would let her sleep.

        Instead she decided to help Will out by using the morning to wash the girl's shiny red Vespa. The weather was good and it was a pity that she hadn't gotten to go cruising around on it in over a week. Knowing that they'd only get wet from the work, Susan yanked on a pair of shorts from the hamper. They were Will's, actually, and she couldn't quite get them buttoned, but she wasn't going out in public – and what the rack at the store had for some reason termed a 'boyfriend tank.' She supposed that was because it would have shown a hypothetical boyfriend's abdomen off. In her case, this combination left very little to the imagination, but since she planned to only work in the backyard and garage, it would be fine. And besides, again – she felt good about herself at the moment.

        Twenty minutes later she had the automotive wipes off to one side and a bucket of soapy water next to her. She'd wet all the surfaces except for the seat, and with a big soapy sponge she was now leaning down to scrub at the greasy bits. Susan's butt was in the air and her toes were twiddling in the puddle around her bare feet. She was imagining how happy this favor would make Will – she might even insist that they go out for a drive today, which was always fun. Susan would put her arms around her daughter's tiny little waist and feel that rumble between their legs, and when they got home...

        Oops. She'd let the sponge run out of suds. Susan dunked it again, getting onto the scooter's seat to be able to scrub the footrests. With her feet wide apart and leaning down, her shirt's neck actually provided a lovely view right down to her navel, but nobody was there to see it. Then she realized with some rue that actually, the undersides of the footrests would be even dirtier, since they were always closest to the road. But she shrugged to herself and lay down on the blacktop, the soapy water soaking into her short shorts and tank top.

        The cold water on her nipples made them stiffen and her thighs shivered. She actually might need another shower after this, this one hot, to warm her up – and maybe with her favorite grown-up toy in there, too, to shake the desire to wake up Will out of her. It was waterproof, after all.

        Sooner or later, I'll have to show it to her, she thought. It was a little awkward, she wasn't sure what the girl would think of it – that first vibrator always made you blush to think about it, even if it had been years and you'd replaced it. Susan remembered hers; it had been a little spiral-shaped number that glowed in the dark, given to her on a birthday, ostensibly as a 'joke.' It was supposed to be 'funny' in some unspecified way, but the orgasm she'd given herself with it that night had been very, very serious.

        Ever since then Susan had always owned a variety of sex toys, which had been very useful over the years – she hadn't always had a cute redhead with a teenager's libido after her.

        Susan was thinking about this while she stood up, admiring her handiwork on the Vespa and just getting ready to risk it.

        This was when she noticed Will was watching her.

        The girl was in her flannel pajamas, and her hair was fuzzed-up from sleep. She was adorable – her mouth was hanging open.

        Susan reflected that in the itty-bitty denim shorts, with her shirt all wet and clinging to her bra-free breasts, she must look at least a little like a photo spread from an auto magazine – albeit with a cute scooter next to her rather than an intimidating muscle car. If almost anyone else had seen her like this, Susan would have been mortified. She'd have covered herself with her arms and stammered something about not thinking anyone would see her like this.

        For Will, though, she couldn't help but smile. She rested the dripping sponge against her belly and suppressed a giggle. Will's eyes were tracking lower and lower as a trail of water and bubbles flowed down into the waistline of Susan's shorts. Or actually, Will's shorts, which Susan just happened to be wearing.

        "Morning, honey," said Susan. "Want me to cook you some pancakes?"

        Will reached up to her face as though to rub the sleep out of her eyes, but couldn't. She was too busy staring at her mother's erect nipples. "N-no... just... keep doing this. I like it."

        "Like having your scooter washed?"

        "Yes. Sure." Will licked her lower lip, eyeing Susan as she got her fist around a handlebar and polished the chrome steadily. A minute later Susan had stopped even trying to be practical; she was straddling the front wheel and sort of hugging the steering column while squeezing the sponge out on herself, letting bubbles swirl into her cleavage. It gave her a very satisfying tickly feeling to see Will's legs shift as she tried to control the heat between her thighs.

        "M-mom," said Will, "You're getting my shorts all wet."

        Susan almost said "That's not all I'm getting wet," but decided it was too corny for a special moment like this. This time, anyway. Instead she got on her feet, feeling the water in beads on her legs get shaken off. "I'm sorry, honey, are they going to shrink?"

        Will's expression as she bit her own lip said 'I don't think they can get any smaller,' but what she said was "I'll get you something else to wear... you should take those wet clothes off." Then she snapped her fingers and magic made the garage door begin sliding closed.

        Susan wanted to squeal with delight. She did love it when Will took some initiative.

        "Go on..." said Will, the fists she was making almost hidden by her too-long sleeves, "Take 'em off."

        Susan decided to start by stripping away the boyfriend tank. It would have been very easy to pull it off over her head in one movement, but instead she made a show of peeling it away from her skin slowly, providing an expression that exaggerated how good it felt. Of course, it did feel very good; Susan had stripped for someone exactly once before this, and had felt awkward trying to time taking her clothes off to music she barely knew. This time, though, it was just a game she was playing with her child – one she planned for them both to win.

        Once she was finally topless she hung the tank top over one of the Vespa's handlebars to dry and made a big show of shimmying the shorts off of her hips. She squeezed them between her legs for just a moment to prolong Will's suffering, and then put her bare butt on the scooter's seat as she kicked them off. There was leather against Susan's crack, and against her most sensitive parts. She tried to hide from Will that it left a little dampness there that had nothing to do with water from the hose.

        Will took a few steps towards her nude mother, trying to stand on tiptoes so that her cuffs didn't get wet. She picked up the fat sponge from the floor and said "You're... dirty."

        Susan crossed her arms over her perky nipples, biting the inside of her lips to keep from smiling – but she had to say, "That's no way to talk to your mother, is it?"

        Will crouched down, and Susan thought that she was about to reach out and touch her somewhere very private... but instead she just dabbed her mother's shin with the sponge. It was indeed dirty, with a streak of filth from the exhaust on it. "Right here."

        "Oh." Susan watched as Will wiped it away, and met her daughter's eyes as Will looked up at her. They brought their faces together and went nose-to-nose, almost like the 'Eskimo kisses' they'd given each other when Will was a toddler. "Well?" Susan asked. "Are you going to find me other clothes?"

        "No..." said Will, going cheek-to-cheek with Susan so that she was talking right into her ear, "... you're still very dirty..."

        Susan felt the sponge rub up her leg, over her knee, then tickled the inside of her thigh. She gasped as Will wrung it out over her navel and felt her daughter take a seat on her knee. Will's other hand went to her own mouth, and Susan watched as she licked it, then lowered it, prodding, wiggling... and it was inside of Susan, making her whole body tremble.

        "Right here," Will breathed, "So dirty..."

        Susan was going to fall out of the seat. She squirmed a bit and then Will was letting her lower herself – she got on her hands and knees and meant to lie down, but Will stopped her, putting a hand on her back. The girl stroked down Susan's spine with the sponge, watching carefully as rivulets of water rolled down to the small of her back, then the crack of her ass, finally dripping from her pubic hair. Will licked her lips, washing her mom's athletic body all over. Only once she had left it glistening and quavering, Will said, "Get on your back."

        Susan obeyed, splaying herself out on the wet floor. She'd never felt quite this bare, completely at Will's mercy... the girl reached down between Susan's legs, and this time she had two fingers out, her face red with nervousness. But her voice was steady as she said, "I'm gonna clean you out, Mom..."

        "Do it hard, honey," Susan said, smiling as her daughter got over her. "Please?" She guided Will's hand.

        Usually Will was very gentle, but she took Susan's request at face value. Both fingers penetrated Susan very fast, made slick by their earlier work. On the hard surface Susan's butt was lifted so that she was tightening herself already by reflex, so she felt instantly filled up. When Will's fingers curled up and twiddled inside of her, Susan's arms jerked and her knees bent – but she didn't try to stop Will for a second.

        Instead she let Will lie down on top of her, feeling hot kisses pressed against her abdomen, and then the bottoms of her breasts. Finally Will began sucking on her nipples, one and then the other as though comparing tastes between them. But she never stopped stirring away at Susan with those two fingers, finally pressing down at the top of her mound with a thumb.

        The circular motions from this made Susan's toes curl so hard they hurt, and Susan screamed so loud she felt sure the neighbors would wonder if someone had been hurt in the garage. She had to tuck her chin to her neck to keep from banging her head back on the blacktop, but she was so dazed by the climax that hit her that it might as well have happened that way anyway.

        When she regained her senses, she and Will were cuddling in the puddle, Will's pajamas all wet in front. The girl retracted her fingers from inside of her mother with a happy sigh and licked them. She had her head rested on Susan's breasts, and glanced up, winking. "Lick these," she commanded.

        Susan liked the order, and she obeyed it. Her own flavor was much stronger than Will's; she sucked the fingers clean, sticking her tongue between them to get every inch. Will groaned at the ticklishness of this, putting her ear to her mother's chest, listening to her heartbeat. "My baby," Susan muttered, petting her hair.

        Will groaned again, then stood up.

        Susan looked up at her daughter. The moist pajamas adhered to her slim waist and perky little breasts, framing the delightful gap between her thighs. There was a hungry, frustrated look in her eyes as she reached down, fumbling with the tie at her waist. "Mom... now I'm all wet, too..."

        Susan sat up, reaching out.

        "I can fix that, honey."