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Heads turned as Ann and Mindy walked quickly towards the ice cream shop. Ann smiled to herself as her daughter, naked and seemingly oblivious to that fact, walked beside her carrying bags heavy with clothes in each hand. None for Mindy, Ann had made sure of that. Seeing her daughter's huge breasts jiggle with every joyful step made Ann wet, though she tried to ignore that fact.
Okay, so I get off on power, she thought to herself in total denial.
As they walked together into the ice cream shop Mindy excitedly bounded up to the freezer window to see what flavours there were. "Mommy there's so many!" she said, setting down the bags on the floor next to her. Mindy had only had ice cream at home before, and only her mother's favorite flavors of chocolate and strawberry, so she was surprised to have such a wide variety to choose from. She hadn't noticed the two workers looking at her nude form with jaws open.
Ann had. She resolved to play it off like nothing was amiss. "We'll have two sugar cones please. Two scoops each. I'll have strawberry swirl and cheesecake. What would you like honey?"
The worker tried to say anything but failed, and got to work fulfilling the order. Mindy exclaimed, "oh gosh! two scoops? How am I going to choose?" and bent down, to look closer at the flavors, her tits hanging low in front of the poor man holding a cone and a scoop.
"Well," said her mother, knowing they only had so long before the poor boys behind the counter got their wits enough to make sure they paid, "don't take too long or we may have to leave without getting you any." The one worker wordlessly handed her the ice cream cone, staring at Mindy the whole time.
"Aaaa, okay. Uhmmmmm..." Mindy looked at the options, thinking very hard with her not-overly-bright mind. "Okay!" she said, snapping upright and looking right at the very lucky boy in front of her, "I'd like one scoop of Rocky Road, and one scoop of s'more ice cream please!" Mindy seemed to have forgotten entirely at this point that she should be wearing clothes at all.
The young man behind the counter scooped her ice cream, pulling his eyes away from her as little as possible, and as he reached over the counter to pass Mindy her cone he thrust his hand forward too fast and too far, pushing the ice cream directly into Mindy's bare right tit.
"Ohhhh, mommy, it's so cold and sticky!" Mindy said, taking the cone from the hand pressed nearly into her. She had such a look of distress on her face.
Ann turned on the boy with a look of anger. "You pervert! How dare you be so inappropriate with my sweet girl!" While outside her face was scowling, inside she was grinning, seeing this as an opportunity.
The manager, a tall balding man, stepped out from the back quickly at the commotion and stopped in his tracks. "Pardon me, young woman, but you are not allowed to be naked in here!" he snapped, nearly mindlessly.
Mindy finally registered just how nude she was and tried to cover her pussy with her free hand and her breasts with the hand holding the ice cream cone, which only managed to get more ice cream on her breasts.
Her trap set, Ann pounced. "Excuse me, sir, she said, saying sir with as much acid as she could muster, "that is hardly relevant when your pervert of an employee just sexually assaulted my precious daughter! I demand you call the police this instant."
The manager, stunned and reflexively trying to placate rather than deal with the paperwork nightmare of calling the police, said, "oh my goodness I am so sorry ma'am. I'm sure this is all a simple misunderstanding, isn't it?" He looked toward his employees nodding. They dumbly nodded back. "How about we comp those ice creams of yours and we call it a day? Would that work for you ladies?"
Seeing weakness Ann went for the throat. "Now you listen here sir, if you want this to end quietly you are going to make sure my clearly traumatized daughter, " she said, gesturing to Mindy who had gone beet red from the embarrassment and was shivering from the cold ice cream against her breasts, "doesn't have to pay for ice cream for the next year!" Ann walked over to Mindy and put her free hand around her daughter's waist, and licked at her own ice cream saying, "look at her quaking, your brute of an employee has left her in such a state."
"But mommy, that's not-" Mindy started, but was cut off by her mother's finger pressing up against her lips.
Ann quickly silenced her, saying, "baby girl, you don't ever need to downplay how a man has hurt you, now quiet and let Mommy handle this." Ann continued to completely ignore just how wet being called Mommy by her sexy, completely naked, daughter was making her. She cast her eyes back to the manager, staring firey daggers.
The manager stammered, quickly poking away at the till in front of him, and produced a gift card. Looking absolutely beaten, he muttered to the two women, "this gift card has 200$ on it right now, but if it runs out this year you come to me and I'll make sure to top it right back up. I'm so sorry ma'am."
Ann said triumphantly, "that will have to do. Mindy, we're leaving, grab your bags." Given Mindy was short a hand now, Ann picked up the lighter bags herself. Mindy picked up the rest, blushing harder as she uncovered her pussy, and followed behind her mom while licking away at her ice cream that was still pressed up against her boobs.
They had finished their ice creams by the time they got to the car, catching looks the entire way through the parking lot. Mindy's self consciousness at her state of undress has evaporated in the joy of the ice cream. On getting to the car, Mindy was just reaching for the door handle when her mother said, "oh no you don't!"
"You aren't getting all of that mess," Ann continued, gesturing to the melted ice cream threatening to drip off of Mindy's breasts, "on the clean interior of the car. I'll get those bags in the back and you clean yourself up." Ann did exactly so, taking her time to let her poor daughter's confusion ramp up as she struggled to think of a way to clean her messy tits up without any napkins or cloth.
As Ann walked back around to Mindy, she gestured again. "Come on, Mindy, hurry it up! We don't have all day."
Mindy looked wretched and said, "but Mommy, I don't have anything to wipe it all off with. How am I supposed to clean myself off?"
Ann again felt herself getting more turned on being called Mommy by her naked bombshell daughter and failed to brush it off this time. "Fine," she said with her best frustrated-mom voice, "I guess I just have to do everything myself."
She swept her finger along Mindy's right breast scooping up some of the melted ice cream and popped the finger right in her mouth. "See, it's still delicious. Finish your ice cream dear so we can get in the car." By the time her finger touched her own lips, Ann 's panties were drenched. It's so hot to have such power over my little girl she again lied to herself.
Arms crossed, Ann stood there as Mindy, slowly at first, started scooping the sticky mess off of her breasts and into her mouth, licking her fingers clean each time. Every swipe of a finger made Mindy more and more aware of just how naked she was, and just how public this was, and her face got red all over again.
Sucking the last fingerfull of cream off her finger, Mindy made a face and said, "it still feels all sticky, Mommy." She pressed her finger against the surface of her titty and when she lifted it the skin pulled with it, popping back making her whole breast jiggle. "I can't get any more off," she said, frowning.
Ann, again masking her growing horniness with frustration, said, "Ugh, fine, I'll just have to help you do a better job." She reached up behind Mindy's head with her left hand, fingers running through her daughter's hair before taking a firm grip.
Mindy winced, whining, "ouch, Mommy that hurts."
"Well, it won't be for long, so you'll have to suck it up," Ann said, nearly chuckling to herself with what she just said given what she was about to do. With her right hand she lifted Mindy's left tit up towards Mindy's own face. "Well, get to it. Suck it up. We don't have all day."
"Mommy! This is so embarrassing," Mindy said, eyes darting around and hands trying to cover herself, starting to grapple internally with just how sexual this situation was. "Can't I-mhhfff!" Mindy was cut off mid sentence by her mother shoving her head down toward her breast and nipple up into her mouth at the same time. Her mouth filled with the sweet taste of the ice cream remains and the soft texture of her breast, and she reflexively started suckling at herself. Despite herself, Mindy groaned with pleasure.
Ann brought her face close to her little girl, whispering, "that's it, suck it all off of you." She wanted, needed, a taste of her daughter's soft breast. She pulled Mindy's nipple out of her mouth with a pop, still holding the breast between their faces, and said, "you can't get this side of your breast, so I'll clean over here while you clean on the side close to you, okay baby?" There wasn't any cream down here, but Ann let herself believe otherwise. This is just to get her clean, why would it be anything else? She gave a long lick up Mindy's breast, never breaking eye contact, and pushed Mindy's face slowly closer to her own tit again.
Mindy began licking up her titty up towards her nipple. As her tongue glanced the peak again, she let out a soft moan, and she moaned again when her mother's tongue reached her nipple as well. The two of them ran their tongues along Mindy's breast over and over, occasionally meeting at the shared tip, Mindy's breath getting heavier with each taste and moaning more and more.
Setting down the left breast, Ann let go of Mindy's hair and brought both hands to the right breast. She figured now that Mindy knew what to do she didn't need to guide so much and with both hands lifted the heavy boob between their mouths. The two of them again started licking again along either side of Mindy's tit, meeting over and over again at the nipple. Mindy was openly moaning with each lick and louder every time her tongue met her mother's.
Both Ann and Mindy were so turned on at this point that they didn't notice that they stopped licking at the flesh of the breast and were very nearly simply making out with each other from either side of Mindy's nipple. After nearly two minutes of this, Ann took her daughter's nipple into her own mouth and sucked, while Mindy lapped at her lips, moaning.
Ann came to her senses when she heard a gasp nearby. A pair of young women were trying very hard not to stare as they blushed and hurried off towards their car. Releasing Mindy's titty suddenly sent it crashing down into a fierce jiggle, and she said, "well, that'll have to be clean enough, you can shower when we get home. Hop in the car, honey." Ann walked around to the driver's side door and got in the car.
Thoroughly addled by a combination of hormones, embarrassment, and her own thoughtless nature, Mindy opened the car door and got in, strapping in for the ride home. She hoped she wouldn't get in too much trouble for getting the car seat messy, as she realized sitting down that in all of the confusion of cleaning herself off her pussy and inner thighs were now very wet.
Ann, also slightly shell shocked, was very aware of the the smell of hers and her daughter's pussy filling the air while she drove, and thought to herself, okay, that went a bit too far. Still, I bet I can keep using this. And it's really hot to be in this much control. She was getting very good at lying to herself that she didn't actually want to fuck her daughter so hard the neighbours would hear her scream. Besides, she could still probably milk this for more benefits, after all, look at all she'd gotten today.