Going Nova - S01 E34

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Going Nova - S01 E34

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34

akin to "Star Wars". "That looks like a good one to watch. Fire It up.

They hit play and Warrick turned off the lights. He seated himself back on the couch, and the movie flickered to life on the screen. Brie crawled onto his lap while Elsie sat next to him, seating herself at the front edge of the couch cushion. From this vantage, Warrick was able to attend to both of them, one with either hand, and he recommenced rubbing, and lightly massaging the two bodies in front of him.

The movie began to play and an astronaut floated into the frame in a kitschy, psychedelic costume. As the opening credits played, the astronaut peeled off its gloves, revealing feminine hands inside. From there, the woman continued into a kind of sensual, zero- gravity strip tease, slowly peeling off parts of the suit one-by-one. Warrick and the girls were shocked to see her floating in space and climbing completely out of her clothes.

"Whoa," Elsie whispered.

Just then, Hazel entered the dark room. She was still in her bathing suit, and remained topless from earlier in the day. By now on the TV screen, Jane Fonda was fully nude, and flashing glimpses of her breasts to the camera. "What on earth are you all watching?"

"Sorry honey, it said it was rated PG. It's 1960s sci-fi. We can turn it off."

"Well, I suppose it's fine," she relented, "Most of us here have boobs already. How raunchy could a movie be in the '60s, after all? She took a seat on a recliner nearby. "Brie, honey, come sit on my lap and and let me give you your medicine."

Brie rolled her eyes and sighed, and crawled out of Warrick's lap. She climbed up onto the chair with her mother and Hazel produced a syringe. Brie opened her mouth while Hazel pushed in the plunger, which she did with a little too much force. While most of the gooey syrup fell into the girl's mouth, much of it splattered up the length of her nose and onto her cheeks.

"Ew, Mom, you got it all over me!"

Hazel chuckled and defended herself. "Sorry! It's dark in here. I couldn't see what I was doing."

Brie reached a hand up to wipe it off, but Hazel stopped her, "Here,

let me do it." She then leaned in and suddenly licked the solution right off her daughter's nose.

Brie reeled back, "Mom! Gross! Don't lick me!"

"Can we keep it down?" barked Warrick.

Hazel laughed aloud, "Okay, okay! It was just a prank." She held her daughter by the cheeks and wiped the rest of the medicine off her face with her thumbs. When she was done, Brie turned around and leaned back into her mother, laying her head upon her soft, bare breasts.

"It tastes good, though," Hazel followed up.

"What's it taste like?" Warrick Inquired, himself curious about the strange medicine.

Hazel sighed wistfully. "Tastes a bit like... my childhood." She brought her sticky thumb up to her nose and gave a sniff before sucking it off her thumb, savoring the flavor this time.

"What do you mean?" Warrick was confused.

"It tastes like the medicine I had to take when I was sick."

Warrick could only imagine it must taste like sugary artificial cherry flavoring, but then remembered Brie had said it was salty when the doctor fed her her first dose.

Meanwhile, on the TV, the movie turned out to be an out-and-out cheese-fest, but it was surprisingly racy. The first scene featured Barbarella rewarding a man she had just met with sex. Of course, it was only implied as their futuristic carriage skated around an icy plane, but Brie was taken by it, nonetheless. She imagined what scenes could be happening inside the man's circling vessel. To date she had never been with a man, but she was suddenly feeling curiously keen on trying it out. A buzzing in her head began to grow, and her cheeks tingled as she daydreamed about some of the boys in her school.

With Brie now sitting on Hazel's lap, Elsie noted that Warrick's was open, so she decided to climb aboard. Warrick didn't mind at all. He continued to rub her back and shoulders through her oversized tee-shirt, now free to use both hands on her at the same time. Elsie purred and found herself getting used to his touch. After her lengthy massage at the pool, and now being close to Warrick again, she felt like she was being put under a spell, and one she liked, at that. Sitting on one of his legs, she spread her legs across his thigh and held onto his knee with her small hands for balance. She occasionally learned into her arm, pressing her forearm against her crotch, feeling an electric sensation from her pussy every time she applied pressure there.

Warrick could feel the girl rocking slightly on his leg as he continued to rub her shoulders. He silently wished she were rocking on his hardening shaft instead. Between his still-topless wife, his perpetually turned on child, the sexy movie playing, and the sweet, young thing turning to putty in his hands, he felt like he was watching a lit fuse on a powder keg, edging ever closer to explosion.

Brie felt safe in the warmth of her mother's embrace. While she was enjoying the strangely risqué feature on the television, she felt distracted by the warm softness of her mom's chest. Losing interest in the screen, she shifted in her lap so that she could gaze upward at the shapely cones of the bosom before her. The nipples that capped then off seemed to call out to her. She wanted to touch them, to suck on them. The world around her began to fade away, and she fixed her vision upon them. When she thought that nobody was paying attention, she reached up and brushed her hand, with her tingling fingers, against one. Hazel, of course, noticed, but only gave a sigh finished off with a soft moan. This emboldened Brie, who felt like her head was filling with gauze. She puckered her lips slightly, imagining what it would be like to take one of those nipples into her mouth. She quickly became fascinated with her mother's boobs, and Ignored the movie that played. She gently kneaded one breast, and then the other. Beneath her, she felt her mother's legs quiver.

Hazel dragged her fingers across Brie's bare arms, lightly tracing up and down their length, from her girl's shoulders, down to the fingertips that were themselves now drawing circles around her own areola. She glanced over at Warrick, but he was either too focused on the movie, or perhaps too focused on massaging the nymph in front of him to notice the two of them. Her child's head was so close to her nipple that she could feel her warm breath cascade across it in rhythmic pants. It made her giddy inside and gave her flesh goose bumps. She reminisced about how she and her daughter used to sit in that very chair and feed. She knew what Brie needed once again, and she shifted her weight slightly, directing one of the stiffening buds ever closer to her daughter's pouting lips.

Brie's base instinct kicked in and she took to it readily. Hazel again moaned softly as her daughter's warm lips engulfed her nipple.