Going Nova - S01 E10

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Going Nova - S01 E10

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

They crossed another rumble strip and Warrick began to slow down. Brie bucked her hips into the air again and, as she did this time, Hazel reached her hand up to meet Brie's bare slit, zeroing in on her child's clit and said, "Mommy wants to help, baby."

Brie moaned, barely able to form words, "Muh muh, muh muh." Her mother's hand rubbed away, up and down the small divide between her legs, giving extra attention to the sensitive bundle of nerves near the top. Brie grabbed one of her small breasts and massaged it. With her other hand, she supported her body, attempting to push herself up off the seat and instinctively closer to her mother's invading fingers.

Warrick slowed over the final rumble strip, drawing it out even longer. He could barely comprehend what was going on in the car. The strong vibrations were enough to send Brie over the edge once more. She stiffened up, went silent for a few seconds, and then she began to cum. "Mommy! Cummies!" Pleasure spread quickly from her pussy out to her fingers and toes. Her body wracked with convulsions that she couldn't control, even if she had been totally lucid. Hazel could barely keep her daughter steady with the one hand she had on her, she was bucking so wildly. A copious amount of fluids sprayed over her hand, onto the seat, and dripped onto the floor of the car.

Warrick finally managed to slow the vehicle to a stop and turned in time to see Brie collapse back in her seat into a heap, exhausted. Girl cum continued to ooze out of her crack. Hazel turned to look at her husband, a devilish smile on her face. "I guess we know how her pants got so soaked now, huh? That was a lot of cum," she said.

"Mo-oom," Brie whined, a half-satisfied smirk betraying her annoyance. She felt chilly now, so she put her shirt back on and pulled the hospital gown up from the floor. She curled up on the seat, using the gown as a makeshift blanket, closed her eyes, and sighed.

Hazel looked at her slick hand, then back at Warrick, who just sat there staring at her in silence. "What?" she asked slyly. "She needed help!" Warrick didn't know what to say, he only knew that he wasn't going to argue about it. He didn't understand what had Just happened, but he knew that he enjoyed it. In fact, maybe he enjoyed it a little too much. On any ordinary day, he might have called the cops on a mother touching her child in such a way, but given his daughter's unconventional affliction, he wondered if his wife had not, in fact, crossed a line.

The rest of the drive home was, by comparison, uneventful. Nobody said a word, and Brie dozed lightly in the back seat until they arrived. After pulling into the driveway, Warrick opened the back door, reached in, and picked his daughter up. She made tired grunts and pulled herself into him. He privately savored the feeling of her bare legs across his arms, still somewhat slick from her climax. Being sure to keep the gown cover over her, he carried her into the house. Once they were inside, he dropped her too her feet. She ditched the gown and headed to her room.

"Take a shower and get changed for dinner," Hazel shouted after her. "And no more napping! We don't have time to go through this again before bedtime."

"Okay, mom," she called back.

"I love you, Brie."

"I love you too, mom."

After his shower, Warrick climbed into bed next to his wife, who was reading a book. She glanced over and said, "Hey honey."

"So..." Warrick started off awkwardly.

"Yes?"

"Today was something, huh?"

"Yeah," Hazel replied, matter-of-factly, "It sounds like our baby's gonna be fine, though." Warrick was surprised that she didn't seem to have much to say about the day's events, in particular her interaction with their daughter in the car.

He pressed on. "I just think we might want to come up with a game plan. How much help is she going to need? And, uh," he swallowed hard, "how much involvement are we going to need to provide?"

Hazel's eyes flicked over and met his. She huffed, marked her place in her book, placed it on the nightstand, and rolled toward her husband. "This is new to me, too, Warrick. It's new to Brie, it's new to all of us. I don't honestly know how much help or guidance she's going to need. I just want her to know that she can trust us to give it to her when she needs it."

"Well, yes, I suppose that's true." Warrick conceded.

"Our daughter is going to need to learn what her needs are and what her limitations are. Nobody can decide that for her. But if she needs our help, we need to be there for her."

Warrick was still a little unsure of what she meant by "help". Was that what she was doing in the car earlier on the way home? Hazel sighed and shifted her eyes away from his, smirking. "Honestly, I'm a little bit jealous of her."

"What do you mean?"

"You saw what happened, You saw her. To be in such pleasure, lost and delirious, exploring new feelings for the first time. It makes me nostalgic for my own youth."

He nodded, but thinking about his daughter in orgasm was making him unexpectedly stiff while he laid there next to his wife, and he wasn't wearing any underwear. He didn't want Hazel to think there was a correlation, so he pushed himself a bit away from her, but tried not to draw attention to his actions. She continued, "It reminds me a bit of my first time exploring those feelings. But hers seem different, so much bigger, so intense." She inhaled deeply

"Yes, and she makes a bigger mess, too." Warrick noted.

Hazel chuckled, "Speaking of which," she pulled herself closer to him and reached out to grab her husband's cock, exhaling slowly and smiling at its hardness, "Mmm, I'm ready to make a mess of my own." She pushed him over onto his back and climbed on top, straddling him. His cock was lined up against the slick crack of her pussy. Warrick was glad she, too, wasn't wearing any underwear. It felt like heaven, especially after a day like today. She pulled the tank top she was wearing over her head and freed her breasts to the evening air.

Warrick was more than ready for some action. He had jacked off in the car earller that day, but the rest of the day's events had revved his motor even more. Now his wife was beside him, raring to get a piece of him. Hazel, too, was feeling exceptionally aroused, hoping to capture some of the lightning that her daughter had felt. She longed for the pending pleasure she was about to feel.

"Wait," said Warrick, "This afternoon, Brie mentioned that she could hear us."

Hazel rolled her eves. "I don't care. We're in our room. honev."

"Well, yes, I suppose that's true." Warrick conceded.

"Our daughter is going to need to learn what her needs are and what her limitations are. Nobody can decide that for her. But if she needs our help, we need to be there for her."

Warrick was still a little unsure of what she meant by "help". Was that what she was doing in the car earlier on the way home? Hazel sighed and shifted her eyes away from his, smirking. "Honestly, I'm a little bit jealous of her."

"What do you mean?"

"You saw what happened, You saw her. To be in such pleasure, lost and delirious, exploring new feelings for the first time. It makes me nostalgic for my own youth."

He nodded, but thinking about his daughter in orgasm was making him unexpectedly stiff while he laid there next to his wife, and he wasn't wearing any underwear. He didn't want Hazel to think there was a correlation, so he pushed himself a bit away from her, but tried not to draw attention to his actions. She continued, "It reminds me a bit of my first time exploring those feelings. But hers seem different, so much bigger, so intense." She inhaled deeply

"Yes, and she makes a bigger mess, too." Warrick noted.

Hazel chuckled, "Speaking of which," she pulled herself closer to him and reached out to grab her husband's cock, exhaling slowly and smiling at its hardness, "Mmm, I'm ready to make a mess of my own." She pushed him over onto his back and climbed on top, straddling him. His cock was lined up against the slick crack of her pussy. Warrick was glad she, too, wasn't wearing any underwear. It felt like heaven, especially after a day like today. She pulled the tank top she was wearing over her head and freed her breasts to the evening air.

Warrick was more than ready for some action. He had jacked off in the car earller that day, but the rest of the day's events had revved his motor even more. Now his wife was beside him, raring to get a piece of him. Hazel, too, was feeling exceptionally aroused, hoping to capture some of the lightning that her daughter had felt. She longed for the pending pleasure she was about to feel.

"Wait," said Warrick, "This afternoon, Brie mentioned that she could hear us."

Hazel rolled her eves. "I don't care. We're in our room. honev."