"Thanks for lending me your body, B"

Chapter 1 – Hangin’ with Mrs. S. (F/f, D/s, exhib, mast, solo, spank, voyeur)

 

 

Damn… even safely locked up somewhere, Blondie-bitch is still somehow able to get inside my head. I really needed some R&R to cool off a bit, and since there was no one around to screw, I decided on a nice hot bath instead... which seemed like the perfect time to explore my shiny new bod!

 

Huh, not too shabby, B. Though yer tits are a bit on the small side, they sure are perky! And I'm loving yer lil pink nips: so cute and so fuckin' sensitive. Gonna have lotsa fun with 'em.

 

And, my, what a neat, sweet little cunny you... had. Seems almost impossible to fit a decent size dick in there, but hey, I'm sure gonna give it the ol' college try! Heh.

 

Still, if I hafta pick a favorite from your naughty Buffy bits, then I'm goin' with yer scrumptious bubble-butt. So firm and round, so very spankable and fuckable. Definitely yer best feature. And though it fucking ANNOYED the fuck outta me that ya were always such a fuckin' tight-ass, I’m gonna have lotsa fun makin' yer tight round ass a lot less tight.

 

Heh, I guess there's someone to fuck here after all! Shoving a soapy finger up my incredibly tight Buffy-butt and two in my cunny (that's pretty much all that would fit right now) I finally had my way with B's hot lil bod. 'Ooohhhh Fuck yeah! Waited a looong time for this. Ooohhh, B… I’d have happily serviced yer juicy Summers’ snatch and tongued yer tight lil rosebud for hours if you’d let me—would’ve made you cum so hard you’d never even consider dating another dude… Things could’ve been fuckin’ AMAZING between us, B, if only you hadn’t been such a stuck-up bitch!'

 

After diddling myself to a pretty decent cum, I got outta the tub and dried myself off. Figuring that aside from lookin' the part, I also had to sound like Bitchy the Vampire Fucker, I decided to do some Buffycises in front of the mirror.

 

 

“Good afternoon. Yes, I would be Buffy.”

 

“Buffy says: don’t do drugs, kids!”

 

“Because it’s naughty!”

 

“Because it’s wrong!”

 

“That’s WRONG!”

 

“Have no fear, BUFFY is here!”

 

“You are a very bad man!”

 

“You can’t do that! It’s wrong!”

 

“I’ll kick your hiney!”

 

“Excuse me? Do you know in which aisle I can find the hair coloring dyes? No, it’s not for me! It’s for my mother.”

 

“Yes, that’s right, Willow: Faith is the root of all that’s wrong in the world.”

 

“Yeah, nice to see you too, Xander. Now go fetch me some donuts.”

 

“Giiiiiles!! I feel bitchy and depressed. Quick!! Make me feel like the centre of the universe again!”

 

“Okay, that should do for now. Thanks Giles. What? Nope, sorry can’t stay. Just spotted another vamp who I really hafta bone. Buh-bye!”

 

 

Heh. OK, that was kinda fun. Bit more practice and I'll make an even better Buffy than her royal Slayerness herself. I was pretty much dry by now, so I tossed the towels I used into the hamper.

 

Happily eyin’ my hot new bod in the mirror as I brushed my hair, I suddenly sensed someone in the hallway. Considering there are only supposed to be two people in the house—with one of them bein’ me—and with my enhanced senses pickin’ up a whiff of J’s perfume, it’s not like I needed Sherlock Holmes to figure out who’s there.

 

‘It’s been like an hour, so it must be time to eat!’ My mouth started to water as I pictured a fat juicy grilled steak next to a mountain of golden, crispy fries. Hungry for this promised feast, I opened the door and rushed outside—almost bumping into a wide-eyed Mrs. S.

 

“Oh, hi mom, is it dinnertime already?” I innocently questioned, as if surprised to see her.

 

“Uhh, yes honey, almost...” Joyce answered, sounding a bit awkward for obvious reasons. A light blush colored her cheeks as she took in the rare sight (I'm guessing) of her sweet lil Buffy in the buff. “I-uhh... I mean, I still need to grill the steaks and finish the fries, but that’ll only take about five minutes.”

 

“Wicked!” I perkily replied. “Then I'll come down soon.”

 

Instead of headin' back downstairs, Joyce just stood there red-cheeked & wide-eyed—lookin’ spellbound at B's pink-tipped, perky tits and neat lil snatch. Can’t say I blame her, precious mother/daughter moments like these should be treasured, after all. And since I'm planning to be a much more considerate daughter than B, J is welcome to eyeball my nekkid bits all she wants.

 

“I figure I should put some clothes on before I eat,” I clarified after several long seconds of silence when she still hadn't moved or said anything.

 

"Uhh, yes, you’re probably right," Joyce managed to say, but not sounding particularly convincing. Gettin’ a strong vibe that she actually prefers her beloved Buffy in the buff. But then, who wouldn’t? B’s definitely a lot less aggravating when she’s butt-naked.

 

"Looks like you’ve overcome some inhibition issues, sweetie," Mrs. S. noted as she happily checked out her bare-assed naked progeny.

 

Yeah, no shit. Considering what a self-centred, uptight lil bitch B tends to be… the Hellmouth would probably freeze over before she’d ever give mommy J a good look at her titties, let alone her precious pussy.

 

"Well, that's what dorm-life will do for ya…" I answered with a smile and a shrug, which I (and mom) noticed made my naked funbags jiggle delightfully. “The community shower room there is definitely NOT for the bashful. And Willow and I have seen each other’s naughty bits loads o’ times already since we became roomies.”

 

No idea if any of this was true, but it sounded pretty believable to me. "So, all in all, bein’ naked at home doesn’t seem like such a big deal anymore...  unless ya mind, mom?"

 

"Of course I don’t mind!" Joyce immediately exclaimed. "I'm actually happy you're no longer s..." she paused as she searched for the right words.

 

“Such a stuck-up lil prude?” I helpfully suggested, which made her crack up.

 

“So modest,” J corrected me after she stopped laughing. Stepping closer, she gently placed her hands on my upper arms as she looked me up and down, beaming with pride. "You're a beautiful young woman, Buffy, and you should be proud of your body."

 

"Thanks, mom." I shot her a shy smile. "I actually am pretty stoked about my bod... Although I do kinda wish that my boobies were bigger... like yours."

 

"Awww, sweetie, you've got a lovely set of boobs, which are pretty much perfect for your body," Joyce sweetly reassured me. "They’re amazingly perky, and they'll stay that way a lot longer than mine," she added while gazing at my tatas with genuine admiration. "And I just adore your nipples—they're so cute, pointy and pink..." Her voice trailed off as she stared even more intently at my nekkid knockers. Then, in a surprise move, Mrs. S. actually put her hands right on top of my funbags and tweaked my stiff tit-toppers a few times!

 

Her sappy expression turned to shock when J realized that she’s pretty much coppin’ a feel of her beloved Buffy, and immediately yanked her hands back as if B’s perky Bs were charged with electricity.

 

Huh, how 'bout that... me thinks J might be havin’ some not-so-motherly feelings for her darlin' daughter. Heh. Wicked!

 

“Thanks, mommy! I feel a lot better about my lil boobies now,” I cheerfully chirped while enveloping her in a warm hug—just to let J know I was A-OK with her gettin’ to second base with me. Also, it was hella hot to press my naked body against B’s MILFy mom.

 

“Anytime, honey,” she whispered in my ear while lovingly stroking my bare back. And almost my bare ass as well, I noticed with delight as her hand strayed lower and lower till the tips of her fingers were touching my round Buffy-buns.

 

“You know, Buffy, I’ve learned that with most things, it’s much better to focus on the positive instead of the negative,” Joyce sweetly explained to me. “For example, one of the things I really love about my body is my skin: it’s so smooth and pretty much unblemished… Now you think of something.”

 

Heh. She definitely ain’t in a hurry for me to get dressed, that’s for sure. Well, I was more than happy to play along. “Okay, let’s see… One, or rather, two of the things I really love about your body are yer big titties, mom.”

 

Yeah, I know: not exactly a Buffy-like thing to say… but this nekkid powwow was gettin’ me so hot and bothered that I just couldn’t resist turnin’ the sexual tension up another notch.

 

Mrs. S. managed to look both very pleased and incredibly embarrassed by that. “Uhh, thanks honey, but you’re supposed to think of something that you love about your body.”

 

“Oh!” I exclaimed with wide-eyed innocence, as if that hadn’t been pretty fuckin’ obvious. But being blonde & Buffy made this “misunderstanding” pretty believable, I think. “Well, in that case, what I love most about my body is… my firm, round Buffy-butt!” I enthusiastically proclaimed, belatedly realizing that B probably doesn’t refer to her own ass as her Buffy-butt. Tsk. Must be the blonde hair. Luckily, instead of suspicious, J just seemed very amused and started laughing again.

 

Taking my hand, mom raised it above my head and had me do a slow graceful 180 turn for her. Facing away, I felt her gently push against my upper back. Letting the blonde MILF pose me as she wanted, I leaned down and rested my hands on my knees. A tap on my behind made me proudly stick out my peach-round posterior for my new mommy to admire. 

 

Glancing back across my shoulder, I saw Mrs. S. stare intently at my bare booty. “You do have an exceptionally cute butt, Buffy,” J said with a smile that seemed decidedly wicked. To my astonished delight, she then playfully smacked her hand down upon my upturned ass.

 

Smack!

 

Holding a hand in front of my mouth, I shot her a wide-eyed comically exaggerated expression of shock.

 

She giggled and then spanked me again, harder this time.

 

SMACK!!

 

“Mommy!” I cried out in pretend dismay while enticingly wiggling my juicy bubble-butt.

 

Displaying the same hungry expression I must’ve had when picturing the juicy steak and crispy fries waiting for me, Joyce raised her hand high and swiftly wacked my ass several times in a row.

 

SMACK!! SMACKK!! SMACK! SMACCKK!!!  “Oooohh!!”

 

This sweet lil appetizer obviously made mom eager for more as she followed up with an impressive hard & swift series of spanks on my naked hiney.

 

SMACK! SMACKK!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! SMACCKK!!! “Mmmm!”

 

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACKK!!! SMACK!!  SMACCKK!!!! “Ohhh!!”

 

‘Oh yeah, plenty o’ kink in mommy J! Definitely not a vanilla gal like her priggish offspring.’ I thought amused as I meekly accepted this somewhat unexpected, yet also much approved session of motherly discipline. ‘Mmmm… ya should’ve given B a good, hard bare-bottomed spankin’ like this every other night! Could’ve kept the lil bitch in line.’

 

SMACK!! SMACKK!! SMACK! SMACKK!! SMACK! SMACCKKK!!!! “Aaahhh!”

 

SMACKK!! SMACCKK!!! SMACK!! SMACKK!! SMACCCKKK!!!! “Whoaaa!!”

 

Then she stopped. Way too soon, actually, as I personally felt that I… uhhh meaning B, of course… deserved plenty more punishment. With a blush on her face that matched my pink-reddish behind, Mrs. S. stared intently at her sexy daughter’s perfect posterior. Seemingly in a sorta trance-like state, she tentatively reached out and started lightly stroking my sore, red-spanked cheeks—even givin’ em an occasional squeeze!

 

I watched amused as J manhandled B’s tight round ass for almost an entire minute. When our eyes met, she blinked several times and whatever spell she was under apparently broke ‘cause she yanked her hands back like my butt was on fire.

 

Looking extremely embarrassed, Mrs. S. cleared her throat. “I-I-I… Buffy… I-I’m sorry, I don’t—I don’t know what possessed me to… to…” she fell silent as her attention once again shifted to my bare, blushing buttocks.

 

“To spank my cute round ass?” I finished with an impish grin. “Well, in yer defense, it’s a very tempting target.” Letting J know that this lil spur-of-the-moment spanking wasn’t a big deal to me, I gave both red-spanked cheeks a quick, teasing slap of my own.

 

SMACK!! SMACKK!!!

 

“Ya sure turned my buns rosy-red in record time, mom,” I complimented her as I straightened up and lazily stretched—feeling strangely satisfied by this short, yet intense punishment session from B’s hot momma.

 

“Sorry for getting carried away, honey,” J said with a self-conscious smile.

 

“No worries,” I shrugged. “Slayer resilience and healing, remember? Besides, as my mom you’re definitely entitled to spank me when ya feel it’s warranted, and it’s not like I didn’t have this coming for a long time.”

 

“You have been getting away with a lot,” Mrs. S. readily agreed, seemingly much more at ease. “And it looks like your cute behind is almost entirely back to normal already?” she added surprised. Looking on amazed as—within a minute—B’s butt-cheeks lost their reddish glow and were once more completely flawless.

 

“That’s amazing!” Joyce exclaimed impressed, and once again couldn’t resist the temptation to feel up her daughter’s perky posterior. “Doesn’t feel hot anymore, either,” she observed fascinated, as she gently rubbed and squeezed both my bare buns—this time without even a hint of embarrassment about feelin’ up her kin.

 

“Even though I DO have a very hot ass,” I couldn’t resist punning, makin’ mom and me giggle like a couple of naughty schoolgirls. Heh. Lovin’ the vibe between me and J.

 

“It’s time we head downstairs to eat, Buffy,” J said somewhat regretfully as she let go of my butt. “I really shouldn’t leave the barbeque unattended for too long.”

 

“Sure, but I still hafta put some clothes on,” I casually reminded her.

 

Eyein’ my tits & pussy, Mrs. S. seemed to consider this and for a moment there it almost seemed like she was gonna object. But then she shot me this sly lil smile and nodded curtly. “Alright, young lady, let’s get you dressed,” she bossily informed me and emphasized her words with a good, hard spank.

 

SMACK!!!

 

“Yes, momma,” I meekly replied, secretly thrilled with Mrs. S’s unexpected take-charge attitude.

 

Obviously pleased by her offspring’s uncharacteristic obedient behavior, J affectionately tousled my hair while her other hand casually grabbed my butt (givin’ it a good squeeze) and used my hindquarters to steer me towards my room. ‘Heh… guess I’m gettin’ an escort.’

 

As we ended up in front of B’s former wardrobe, I noticed J’s hand still hadn’t left my round rear. ‘Mommy Summers seems pretty comfortable now handlin’ my naughty Buffy-bits.’

 

After patting my perky behind, Joyce let go of it and opened the closet. “Something casual but cute, I think,” she declared while looking through the outfits B had left behind. It didn’t take her long to select a somewhat childish-lookin’ red summer dress and hand it to me.

 

“Okayyyy… what’s happening here?” I questioned as I looked at the dress and then at my surprisingly domineering new mommy.

 

“You tend to take a long time when it comes to picking an outfit, Buffy,” Mrs. S. matter-of-factly informed me. “So I think it’s best if I speed things along.”

 

Giving me a sweet motherly smile, she tousled my hair again before refocusing her attention at the stay-at-home remainder of B’s epic shoe collection. “Now if I remember correctly, the perfect shoes for this dress are………” she thought out-loud.

 

“There you go, Buffy,” Mrs. S. called out, sounding supremely satisfied as she fished a pair of gleaming red patent-leather Mary Janes with a 2-inch heel somewhere from the back of the closet. “These’ll match your dress perfectly.”

 

“Alright, now lift up your arms, sweetie,” J sweetly told me as she took the dress back from me, “and mommy will put it on for you.”

 

I looked at her a bit baffled. ‘Plot twist! B’s about to be dressed by her mommy like the itty-bitty brat she is! Heh. This is both weirdly adorable and arousing. But still… I’m guessin’ B would at least put up some resistance before lettin’ her mom put this kiddie-outfit on her.’

 

“Uhm… that looks a bit small and childish, mom,” I remarked while suspiciously eying the little red summer frock. It really looked like something a twelve-year-old would wear.

 

“Well, I bought it for you when you turned fifteen and obviously you’ve grown a bit since then,” Mrs. S. said as she studied her offspring’s naked charms with a slightly sappy smile. “But I’m fairly sure it’ll still fit you.”

 

I shot her a skeptical look followed by a shrug. “Guess we’ll see, I suppose, but… aren’t ya forgetting something?”

 

“What’s that, honey?” J questioned.

 

I pointedly looked down at my bare boobies and furry blonde snatch.

 

“Oh, of course, how could I forget,” Joyce said as she hurried back to B’s wardrobe and started digging thru one of the drawers. “There we go!” she called out, apparently finding what she was looking for all the way in the back of it. Walking back to me, she held out… a pair of little white socks with red hearts on them?!

 

“Heh. Good one, mom.” I grinned appreciatively as she dangled the kiddie socks in front of my face. 

 

J shot me a mischievous smile. “One of the advantages of having a smaller bust-size is that you can go sans bra with a lot of outfits, Buffy… Although these perky pink pokeys might make it a tad too obvious that you’re not wearing one,” she added with a wink while givin’ both my hard nips a quick teasing tweak.

 

‘Mmmm!! Oh, momma J’s DEFINITELY not shy anymore ‘bout coppin’ a feel! Damn!! Kinda makes me wonder what else she’d wanna do with her beloved Buffy…’

 

“But what about my pussy, mommy?” I impishly questioned, eager to draw J’s attention to my moist lil slit. “That dress seems sooo short—I’ll probably be flashin’ a whole bunch-a beaver shots if I’m going commando!” Sexily bitin’ down on my lower lip, I gave the soft triangle of honey-colored fur above my slit a little tickle as we both stared intently at B’s juice-box.

 

J tittered amused; an excited flush coloring her cheeks as she freely checked out her gorgeous child’s cute cunny. “Well, you haven’t gotten that much taller, sweetheart,” she reassured me again, “I think it’ll cover you plenty, but we’ll find out soon enough… Let’s start by putting on your socks.”

 

Kneeling down in front of me, she had me lift each foot for her and gently put the little socks on. Meanwhile, I was kinda distracted because her face was so close to my pussy I could her warm breath against it. But this time, J barely glanced at my snatch as she was completely focused on dressin’ up her little girl. She seemed REALLY into this for some reason.

 

Rising up, she grabbed the dress, instructed me to lift my arms again, and smoothly put it on me. ‘Hmm, she’s definitely done this numerous times before...’ Next, J adjusted the dress’ built-in belt till she was satisfied with the waistline, and then took a step back to survey the result.

 

“Oh, honey, you look absolutely adorable,” mom happily gushed as she looked me over. “I guess it’s a little bit short, but it still fits you very nicely. It’s such a shame that I’ve seen you wear this lovely dress only once,” she added, sounding a bit dejected. “You look so pretty and cute in it. Red’s a great color on you.”

 

Heh. Considering how childish this would look on a 15-year-old, I wasn’t exactly shocked that B decided not to wear it. ‘Adorable ain’t exactly the look that B usually aims for.’ Still, considering how much it thrilled J to see me in it, I don’t mind wearin’ it for her. But then, I’m not a self-centered lil bitch.

 

Kinda hafta disagree with J about the dress still fitting, though… Like, the hemline’s only about four inches below my butt-cheeks, which… I don’t think is what the designer intended. And the top wraps so tightly around my chest that breathin’ might become a bit of an issue…

 

On the plus side, though, this resulted in some mouthwaterin’ cleavage.

 

B is by no means a busty girl, but this kiddie summer frock somehow made her perky Bs look like juicy Cs with the way the top pressed against her funbags and pushes them up. And, as an added bonus, the fabric was so sheer it made my hard nips stand out a LOT. In fact, it looked like they were about to burst thru any moment for a special R-rated appearance.

 

All in all, this made this dress look a lot less childish and much more sluttish instead, which made it an instant classic for me… Still, stick-in-the-mud B would definitely whine about this, so here goes.

 

“Hmm, it feels hella tight against my titties, mom… and ‘little bit short’ might be puttin’ it mildly,” I grumbled, putting on B’s trademark pout. “All it would take is a little breeze for me to be showin’ off my naughty bits.”

 

“I mean, check this out,” I said as I started jumping up and down, causing the bottom of the dress to fly up around my waist. “Peek-a-boo pussy!” I called out with a naughty smile as I repeatedly flashed B’s blonde box at her mom.

 

J giggled at my antics. “It might be a little revealing without underwear,” she conceded while taking in each appearance of my slit with obvious delight. “Are you planning on heading back to the dorm after dinner?”

 

Actually, I planned to go Bronzing tonight, but now I really wanted to see what kinda kinky hijinks are gonna happen next.

 

“Hmmm… nope. Figure I’d spend the night here for a change. It’s been way too long since us Summers’ girls hung out together,” I sweetly said.

 

Joyce smiled happily. “Well then, since it just us girls, it doesn’t really matter that your outfit is a bit risqué. And you do look really adorable in this, my sweet lovely girl,” she added, her smile turning sappy as she tousled my hair again. Looking down at the hemline of my dress, J pursed her lips in consideration. “Though you’re not wrong about the high likelihood of you flashing your cute lil cooch… You want mommy to put some panties on you, baby-girl?”

 

Heh. Nice phrasing, J.

 

I pretended to think it over before shrugging. “Nah, that’s okay, mom. Like ya said: it’s just us girls. And you’ve already seen enough of my cunny by now to be able to pick it out of a line-up.”

 

J giggled at that and took my hand. “Then let’s go eat, honey.”

 

*****BtVS*****