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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150660 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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It was almost midday by the time I got up. I had been so exhausted I hadn’t even bothered to put on a nightie, just slipped into bed naked. In fact the only thing I’d done was look at my asshole in the mirror, it was gaping with a red ring round it. I turned and look at it first thing in the morning. It was totally closed, there was nothing to show that Mom had stuffed a massive dildo up it; repeatedly.
Speaking of Mom that represented a problem. I didn’t regret last night, far from it. It had been the best night of my life. But I didn’t know how Mom would react in the cold light of day. After all fucking your daughter and then taking her up the ass isn’t normal behaviour. Thinking about it I was sure she’d been the one taking the lead, but what if I was wrong and in some way I coerced her into it. She had left for bed very quickly. Even if she didn’t regret it – might she think I would and not mention it. That would be terrible, I suppose I could just about live with her thinking it was a mistake, but the thought she was wanting to bang me again and both of us were too scared to mention it – that didn’t bear thinking about.
I shrugged, I couldn’t stay here all day wondering. I’d just have to see how the day came. Now all I had to do was decide what to wear – did I go for something slutty in case Mom was interested or something more conservative so I didn’t embarrass her if she wasn’t. I bent over my open drawer and considered my options.
Before I could decide the door opened and Mom came in. The fact she didn’t immediately close it again mumbling in embarrassment at catching me in my birthday suit was a positive; "Morning Buffy," Mom smiled briefly, "I thought I heard you up."
I couldn’t think what to say, Mom seemed to be waiting for me to talk though, "Er, I needed a lie in."
Mom sat on my bed and smiled, "After last night, I’m not surprised. You were incredible."
I felt relief. Mom might not be up for another round, but at least she wasn’t regretting it. I turned, "You were pretty good yourself, Mom."
"Thanks," Mom blushed red, "It’s a while since I’ve been with a woman; but it like riding a bike, you don’t forget."
I’m not sure I’d like being compared to a bike, I mean I can remember gossiping with my friends about some girl in the year below and describing her as the school bike – everyone got to ride. Mom seemed to have missed the innuendo as she went quiet. I reached into my drawer and pulled out a new pair of my St Valentine’s day thongs, sliding them on and added the bra. Mom nodded appreciatively, "They do look fetching."
"They feel it as well," I ran my hands over my silk encased titties, something I wouldn’t have done in front of Mom before last night. I hoped she was going to say something about where we went from here or else I was going to have to. She did, it just wasn’t what I expected.
"I’ve been thinking – about us," said Mom, outwardly she looked relaxed, but I could see the tension in her smile. It made me equally as nervous.
"Go on," the moment of truth.
"I think we should have an open relationship," she continued.
"Open?" I stared at her in shock
"Yes, where we both have other lovers," continued Mom. She tried to give me a beaming smile, but the upturn of her lips seemed strained.
"I know what open is," I had been expecting her to end it, hoping that she wanted it to continue, but we bounced past whether we continued without me noticing and were already talking about what type of relationship we wanted.
"Yes, you’re sixteen and I know how hard it is to go steady at that age. And well, I’m just divorced and it would be nice to play the field," Mom explained, before adding, "as long as we tell each other about our lovers I’m sure it will work."
Put like that it seemed so reasonable, I just nodded my head in a daze, "Sure thing Mom."
"Good," she stood up, "I’ll make us some lunch."
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As I dressed I decided that being open not only meant about banging, but also about being a Slayer. Mom took it better than I expected. I thought there would be denials, threats of legal suits against Giles, the Watchers Council and possibly The Master. But Mom turned out to be really cool with it, I guess since taking me up the ass she’s mellowed. In fact, she was so all right she wanted to come with my out on patrol with me.
Which is why I was standing in Sunnydale Cemetery shivering in the cold. I was wearing loose fitting pants, a T-shirt and a jacket; if you’re going to be fighting vamps you want to be able to shift swift, whilst tight skin-tight jeans may look better but try doing a roundhouse kick in one. Mom wasn’t planning to do any fighting so was more sensibly dressed in a long warm coat down to her knees, with a scarf, gloves and woollen hat. Okay I can’t say she looked hot, in either sense of the word, but she was certainly warm. I clasped myself against her, mainly for body warmth if I’m honest.
My nose was tingling, always a sure sense that there’s vamps on a midnight stroll. I did what any good Slayer did and followed the tingle. It took me a few missed turns and dead ends before I spotted him. He was sitting nonchalantly on a tombstone, cleaning his glasses.
"Stay here," I instructed Mom and walked forward.
The vamp stood up, replacing the spectacles on his nose and straightening his tie, "Nice night for a walk," he hadn’t recognised me as a Slayer, probably thought I was his next meal.
"Sure," I walked closer, no need to spook him. I felt inside my jacket, Mr Pointy was in the inside pocket. I gripped him tightly, but I needed to be one hundred percent sure that this was a vamp; waving sharp sticks in front of people out for a walk tended to end in jail time. And Giles said that the Council hated using its funds on bail money.
I stopped a few yards from him and we waited for a few seconds. Him, to see if I came closer, me, to see if he needed a new dentist and beauty products. We seemed to stand in silence for what seemed like hours, but was probably only seconds. He smiled and his face zipped from average to Mr Ugly, "Looks like dinner blondie."
He dived forward as quick as a rattlesnake, and just as deadly. Any normal person wouldn’t have stood a chance as his fangs sliced down at my neck. I’m not a normal person, "Blondie? Jeez no wonder you can’t get a date; girls don’t like personal remarks when you haven’t been introduced." I dodged out of the way and backhanded him with my left hand as I my right reached into my jacket.
I pulled out the stake as he snarled, his yellow eyes glittering in the dark, "If that’s the way you want to play it introduce yourself – I like to make friends with my snacks."
His fist lashed out. I ducked the blow and kicked him in the chest. He tumbled over, I ran a hand down my creased T-Shirt, "I’m Buffy. The Vampire Slayer."
"A Slayer?" he frowned, "I thought you were myths."
I struck out, "That’s what I thought about Vampires."
He was quicker than I expected and the stake just grazed his jacket. I cussed under my breath as his palm hit me on the side of my head sending me tumbling to the ground.
"Go get him, Buffy" shrieked Mom, like she was at a football match, "Gouge out his eyes" – well perhaps wrestling more than football.
I sent out a roundhouse kick at the same time he did. We connected against each other and twisted away. We hovered opposite other, both smiling.
"Smack him down Buffy," Mom shouted, almost literally jumping from foot to foot.
The Vampire struck out again. I’d got his measure now. I twisted underneath his hand and struck upwards. I closed my eyes as a shower ashes cascaded down on me. I wiped the dead Vamp from my hair as Mom hurried up. She didn’t seem at all worried; it was nice she had faith in me, but a little concern that I had been fighting for my life would have been okay too.
"That was hot," Mom gave a wicked grin.
I nodded, it was kind of weird to think that been staking vamps made my Mom horny. But then I was starting to think, everything made Mom horny.
"So are there any more around?" she asked.
I couldn’t feel any tingle. I shook my head, "No, that’s it. We might as well head home."
I liked the thought of an early night, especially as Mom stood close with a naughty grin and stroked my hand. Mom had other ideas though, her face took the expression of a naughty schoolgirl, "You want to do it here? In the graveyard."
"Isn’t that a bit disrespectful?" not to mention cold, I thought.
"They’re dead Buffy," Mom replied. She reached up and squeezed a tittie through my T-shirt, whilst her other hand reached down to glide along my butt, "It’ll be fun."
I could see this was an argument I wasn’t going to win, "Just a quickie," I agreed.
Mom unbuttoned her coat. I looked down. She came prepared. The zip of her jeans was open and jutting through the hole was the nine-inch strap-on that she had used on me last night. She caught my look and smiled, "I thought you said Slayers had to be prepared;" She had a point, I won’t mention to Giles. When he says to report anything surprising I don’t think me meant Mom standing there rubbing her toy. She pointed to a gravestone a few yards from the dusted vamp, "Why don’t you lean on that."
I did so, the stone felt cold against my skin. I gripped it as Mom stepped behind me. She rubbed at my ass through my pants; "Buffy Summers, you have the cutest butt in Sunnydale."
I blushed, I do love compliments, even if they’re from my Mom and she’s biased. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down, my thong followed. I spread my legs as far as I could despite the constraints round my ankles. Mom rubbed my ass with the back of her finger, before sliding it over my hole, "I can’t believe how quickly you’ve closed up."
"Slayer healing, Mom," I replied.
"It’ll be like you’re a virgin every time," Mom purred happily.
Remembering the discomfort of last night I wasn’t sure I liked that. But I’ve no control over my regenerative powers so it was either cope or refuse anal altogether; and I wasn't going to do that. I wiggled my ass, "So, Mom, you going to fill my virgin hole?"
"Mmmm," replied Mom. I could feel the rubber press against my butt cheek as she moved behind me. I tensed and waited for entry, by hands gripping the stonework of the tombstone. The cock pushed harder into my cheek as Mom pressed forward, her hands slid under my T-shirt and I gave a squeak as the icy palms slid up my skin. Mom leant forward to kiss the back of my neck, I moved my head to one side to give her room to nuzzle. Her hands slipped up and I could feel my bra being pulled off my nipples. Mom’s fingers tweaked at the nipples, encouraging them to erect. I groaned, part in pleasure, part in anticipation and part in frustration, "Oh, Mom, fill me," I pressed my ass against her.
"Stop being impatient Buffy," Mom pulled at one of my nipples, but her other hand stole down to her strap-on.
She guided the tip into me, I giggled, "Bang your baby girl hard," I twittered.
I expected Mom to guide it in slowly, letting me get used to it. But she obviously reckoned my Slayer butt could take anything. I gasped as she forced it in, the discomfort instantly being flattened out by the surge of delight which raced through me. I let out another moan, "Oh, Mom, fuck me, fuck your little Buffy."
I gripped the tombstone so hard my nails were almost carving out a new inscription as Mom plunged into my ass. She was going at like a jackhammer, sacrificing depth for speed. But don’t get me wrong, she was going plenty deep enough for the nerve endings in my butt-hole to slam into orgasmic overtime. I could feel my pussy juice up as she hammered home, the liquid sliding from my hole and warming my skin. It was strange, part of me felt the chill night air, but others part of me were being heated up nicely; it was an enjoyable feeling. But not as enjoyable as the floods of orgasm that wracked by body like a series of earthquakes. I screamed, "More, more, more."
My hole widened, accommodating the slamming dildo, automatically adjusting itself for each thrust. Mom was gripping my titties through the T-shirt, squeezing them so hard I half-feared she might rip them off. If last night had been gentle and loving, tonight was rough and passionate; I couldn’t stay I enjoyed one over the other – they were different and both sent orgasms riding through me like a stampede of stallions. I raised my head and let out a shrill scream as the mini-orgasm reached a crescendo – a raging torrent of pleasure thrashing through my body like a demented snake.
Mom pulled out breathing deeply. I lent over to pull up my pants. Mom rested her hand on my butt stopping me, "No Buffy – I’ve brought a camera, I want to take some pictures."
"Pictures?" I asked, "you mean like holiday snaps – in the dark?"
"Yes," Mom was recovering her breath quickly, "Don’t worry I’ve brought a flash."
I turned my head. Mom rustled in her bag and brought out a camera. She held it up, "Smile," she said.
I gave her a toothy grin as there was a lightning flash. I didn’t blink, you can’t be a vamp hunter if all they have to do is a flash a torch in your face and you’re blinded. Mom lowered the camera, "Buffy you’re legs are so close together I can hardly see your back hole. Get rid of your pants and thong and spread your legs."
I did as Mom said. I had to pull of my pumps first, the cold, damp earth bit into my feet. As I slid of my pants and through them to one side I felt a further icy chill round my ankles, the pants had been keeping them warm. I hoped Mom didn’t want to many souvenirs. But I didn’t want to disappoint her so I smiled at her, spread my legs and gripped my cheeks pulling my already gaping hole further apart, "Like this?"
"That’s so cute," replied Mom as she snapped away, "Now turn round and sit on the tombstone," she paused as I settled myself on the stone block. I wouldn’t say comfortable as the stone froze and scraped against my skin and a chill played against my shaven slot. Mom raised the camera again and ordered "Rub that tight little pussy."
I moved my fingers against my smooth slit. They were numb with cold, but as I played them against my quim lips both my cunt and digits began to warm. I rubbed harder as Mom snapped away, sometimes standing away to take full body shots and sometimes moving closer to take just my fingers and twat. I was just warming up when Mom stopped me again, "You know what would be really hot? If you took off everything and I take some of you stark naked."
Hot wasn’t the word I’d have use, but I complied and shivered as the last of my clothing landed on a heap on the floor. I moved into a number of poses, wiggling my ass in front of the tombstone, leaning my naked tits on its tops, sitting on top my legs either side of the small mound beneath. My teeth chattered in cold as Mom put down her camera once more. She gave me a really broad smile and said, "Just one more set, Buffy…"
"W…w…what," my teeth slammed together and I wrapped my arms round myself in a futile attempt to gain some warmth. I was already as naked as the day I was born and couldn’t see what else I could take off.
Mom leant down and handed me Mr Pointy and pointed to a box tomb "Masturbate yourself with the stake. That’d would turn me on."
It would also freeze my ass off, but I took the stake and did as Mom asked, I really wanted to make her happy. And if that meant me lying naked in a cemetery with a stake up my cunt, well it was worthwhile it for the earlier orgasm and the though of future ones to come. I was right thought, the marble stone was so cold I could almost feel my skin peeling off as I lay down on it. I tried to imagine I wasn’t in the dark and cold, but in front of a nice warm fire. It didn’t work; I still felt like Frosty the Snowman.
I gripped my stake by the pointy end, the wood was smooth, quality finish. With my other hand I slid open by slit lips. The camera flashed again and again as Mom darted around, "Go on, Buffy," she called out, "put it in."
My pussy seemed to have been waiting for the wooden stake, a line of cum slid out of me as I pressed it in. Slowly I began to jack it back and forth, each time pressing against my clit. I gave a groan, it felt good, not as good as when Mom was on the other end, but still pretty amazing. I reached up and touched my tit, the cold had made the nipple erect and hard. It quivered as my cool hand touched it. I slammed the stake in harder, ramming it against my bud. More cum seeped from me, soaking the wood and dripping down on the stone box. I was getting warmer as I arched and stretched. Harder and faster I went, as all that seemed to matter was feel of the smooth wood within me.
"Yessss, yesss," I gave a series of small yelps, they got louder and more high pitched as the feelings grew within me until they hit a wall of absolute pleasure. I exploded; "Aaarrgghhh, yessss."
I lay still for a few seconds shivering first from the effects of the orgasm and as that wore off from the return of the cold seeping through my body. I swung my legs of the box and went to pick up my clothes. I was just in time to see Mom putting my pants into her shoulder bag. All that was left were my pumps; Mom smiled and handed them to me; "I thought you could walk home like that."
I blushed, "Mom, what if anyone sees us?"
Mom laughed, "It’s after midnight in Sunnydale, there won’t be a soul around."
She had a point, though its running into the unsouled ones I was worried about. Mind you, fighting naked might give me a slight edge as my good bits would distract the vamp. Still, I frowned, "It’s cold though."
Mom smiled again, as if she’d been waiting for that excuse, "Don’t worry Buffy," her hand slipped to my ass, as she handed me my pumps, "I know a way to warm you up when we get home."
It looked like I’d be walking home in the buff. I took the pumps and slid them on; well not quiet naked, I thought.
Mom was as good as her word, by the time I left her room at two in the morning I was sweating like I’d been in a Sauna.
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