Lucy's Predicament
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 26
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 26 - Lucy is a shy, awkward and innocent red headed schoolgirl, struggling to deal with school bullies, puberty and becoming the prey of predatory perverts. This is a tale of evil, a dark story, please do not read expecting a light hearted story.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft ft Mult Teenagers Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual School Niece Aunt FemaleDom Sadistic Spanking Analingus Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Teacher/Student
Ms. Trunchbull’s bedroom’s walls had more photos, of photographs of schoolgirls from decades gone by. Samantha’s gaze snagged on one as she entered, a junior hockey team from 2006. There she was, a teenage version of herself, grinning back at the camera with braces glinting. Ms. Trunchbull’s hand slid down to pat Samantha’s bottom, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on her back as she guided her closer to the photo. “Look, Samantha. There you are. You were just like your daughter, don’t you think? Well, perhaps in a few years Lucy’s curves will grow a little.”
Lucy stepped forward, her eyes flicking between the photo and her mother. It was bizarre, all three of them standing there in nothing but their knickers. Her mother in the photo was only a few years older than Lucy was now, sixteen, maybe, her hockey uniform straining slightly over the fullness of her breasts. Lucy couldn’t help but sneak a glance sideways at her mother’s perky breasts within a few inches of her face.
Ms. Trunchbull disrupted them. “Now, Samantha, it’s been a shocking evening for you, hasn’t it? Why don’t you lie down on the bed, face down? Relax. Let Lucy and I help you unwind.”
Samantha hesitated for only a heartbeat before complying. She crawled onto the bed, and lowered herself onto her stomach, naked but for the threadbare red thong.
Ms. Trunchbull turned her attention to Lucy. “Lucy, my dear, your mother’s been so tense lately, hasn’t she? Why don’t you start with her shoulders? Take your time to really explore your mummy’s body. Gently, now.”
Lucy swallowed hard as she took in the soft curves of her mother’s ass, thighs and back. She reached out, her fingertips brushing the warm, exposed skin of Samantha’s back and rubbed her shoulder blades.
Ms Trunchbull moved to the foot of the bed, her fingers wrapping around Samantha’s ankle. She lifted the foot gently, and without warning she pressed her thumb into the arch of Samantha’s instep, massaging in slow, deep strokes. Samantha let out a muffled gasp, her body tensing for a moment before melting further into the bed.
The older woman’s tongue slithered out, gliding along the sole of Samantha’s foot from heel to toe. Ms. Trunchbull then sucked each toe into her mouth, one by one, her dark eyes flicking up to meet Lucy’s.
Lucy watched, mesmerized, as her mother’s shoulder blades shifted beneath her hands, and her buttocks twitched, the muscles tensing and releasing in response to the sensations coursing through Samantha’s body, her moans emanating from the pillow.
Minutes later, after Ms. Trunchbull had meticulously licked and sucked each of Samantha’s feet, her fingers slid upward, hooking beneath the waistband of Samantha’s thong. Through the haze of pleasure and confusion, a distant part of the young mother screamed in protest. “Ms. Trunchbull ... wait...” she breathed.
The headmistress paid her no mind. With a single, fluid motion, Ms. Trunchbull tugged the thong down Samantha’s legs, peeling it away from her ankles before tossing it aside. It landed somewhere across the room, leaving Samantha completely naked. Ms Trunchbull flashed a grin at Lucy.
“Now, Lucy,” she crooned, her fingers sliding higher up the inside of Samantha’s thigh. “Don’t be shy, child. I know you’ve thought about what’s between your mother’s legs, oh yes, I do. Sneaking glances when mummy stepped out of the shower, stealing her panties to press against your little face hmmm?”
Lucy wanted to protest, but given she had just been exposed in a sex video doing just that ... stayed quiet.
Ms Trunchbull’s free hand reached out, cupping Lucy’s chin and tilting her face toward Samantha’s ass. “Look at her, Lucy. Really look. That’s no stranger’s body ... it’s mummy’s. The one that fed you, held you, bathed you...” Her fingers finally brushed against Samantha’s damp vagina, and she let out a slow, satisfied sigh. “And now, it’s yours to touch and explore...” The older woman gave Lucy a soft kiss on the mouth. “Tell me, darling ... have you ever wondered what mummy tastes like?”
Samantha’s fists were gripping the pillow tightly, her body tense again after listening to all this. What on earth? Why was neither of them resisting? This was so wrong, illegal, but also ... so nice.
“Lick, child. Lick your mother here...”
The older woman’s index finger ran down Samantha’s spine, lingered at the top of the cleft, teasing the sensitive skin before dipping lower, past the tight, forbidden pucker of Samantha’s anus. Lucy watched, mesmerized, as that finger continued its descent, finally coming to rest against the swollen, glistening folds of her mother’s labia. She could smell the rising scent of her mother’s sex in her nostrils.
“Ms. Trunchbull,” Lucy whispered, as if she was afraid her mother, her face still buried in the pillow, could hear. “I ... I can’t ... It’s my mummy’s ... I can’t lick my mummy’s...”
Ms. Trunchbull let out a low, throaty laugh. “Oh, but you can, Lucy. It’s really quite simple...” Before Lucy could protest further, the older woman leaned in, her tongue darting out to trace a slow, wet line along Lucy’s open lips. The headmistress then guided her face downward, pressing her into the warm, forbidden space of her mother’s ass crack.
Ms. Trunchbull lowered her own face as well, until their cheeks were nearly touching, their chins resting against the soft curves of Samantha’s buttocks. Ms. Trunchbull’s tongue snaked out obscenely, flicking against the tight, puckered flesh of Samantha’s anus. “Lick with me, child,” she commanded.
Lucy whimpered, torn between the heat between her legs and the feeling this was really, really wrong. Her tongue flicked out like a nervous lizard testing unfamiliar terrain. It brushed against her mother’s tight, coiled sphincter, just a fleeting touch at first. Then again, slower this time, her tongue dancing alongside Ms. Trunchbull’s as they traced the forbidden ring of muscle. The tension in Samantha’s body seemed to melt under their touch, her anus relaxing just enough to allow their tongues to dip inside her ass, slipping past the resistance into the warm, hidden depths.
Her tongue darted out, a fleeting brush against her mother’s coiled sphincter, like a lizard. Then again, slowly, dancing with Ms Trunchbull’s tongue on the surface of her mother’s bumhole, as the anus relaxed and allowed the tongues to dip into her ass Samantha groaned deeper into the pillow, her fingers clawing at the sheets as shameful pleasure ran through her. She could feel the slick intrusion of saliva seeping into her, the wet heat of two tongues exploring the nastiest part of her, a place that hadn’t been touched in years. Her husband, Jack, had never ventured beyond the most perfunctory missionary position—once a month, if she was lucky. And now, her daughter’s tongue was inside her ass, probing where no one had dared in so long.
Ms. Trunchbull’s tongue slid lower. Samantha’s thighs parted wider, as if compelled by an unseen force, and the older woman pushed her tongue inside Samantha’s vagina, before finding her clit, teasing it until Samantha’s thighs twitched and squeezed her head.
After a few minutes of shared, shameful indulgence with Lucy, Ms. Trunchbull finally raised her head, her lips glistening. “Samantha, darling, up on your knees now. Raise that lovely bottom for us ... and spread your legs wide.” She slapped one cheek hard and Samantha wordlessly shifted onto her knees, her ass exposed fully.
Ms Trunchbull exhaled at the beautiful sight as she absent mindedly ran a finger along Lucy’s rib cage. She adored pubescent girls like Lucy — skinny, hairless, childlike bodies without an ounce of fat, all delicate bones and helpless innocence. But the older teenage girls and women like Samantha held their own appeal: firm, fleshy, feminine, ripe and inviting.
“Lucy, would you look at that? That’s the place where your mummy split open for you, pushing you out into the world!”
Samantha grunted with indignity at the words used, but her face remained sunk into the pillow, her ass still open out to the other two females.
Ms. Trunchbull gripped the back of Lucy’s head by the hair and slowly guided her face toward the wide expanse of Samantha’s ass crack—the slit puffy and parted, glistening wetly, her asshole twitching with a slow, involuntary wink.
Go on, child ... kiss the cunt that made you. Taste where you came from.”
Lucy did not resist and eagerly pushed her face back into the musky valley. Her nose pushed into the wet asshole, while her lips kissed her mother’s soaking pussy, her tongue easily gliding between the silky folds inside her mother’s womanly hole. The taste bloomed across her tongue, richer than she’d imagined. She found Samantha’s clit easily, and teased and sucked on the taut bud.
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