Piper’s Mom, Chapter 1

  • Posted on November 15, 2017 at 8:44 am

By Amanda Lynn

Ruby’s Diner was a throwback from a bygone era. The motif hadn’t changed since the diner was last renovated in the late 1960s. It spoke of space exploration and the brave men who dared to reach for such lofty goals.

The walls were adorned with photos of such men as Chuck Yeager, John Glenn, Neil Armstrong, Jim Lovell, and other NASA heroes. Scattered among their likenesses were images of their flying machines: the Bell X-1 and X-15, the Project Mercury and Gemini rockets, and of course the mighty Saturn V which carried men to the moon.

Stephanie loved working there, even if she thought the red plastic and vinyl of the chrome-trimmed furnishings were tacky. Her employment at the diner had begun as an afterschool job while she was in the 12th grade, then continued part-time while she was at secretarial school. After graduation, Stephanie was unable to find employment in her chosen field in her hometown. She could have moved to the city, but the prospect of trying to work and care for a newborn in a strange town was far too frightening for her.

Stephanie decided to continue working at the diner until, maybe, a secretarial job closer to home became available. Eventually, she gave up waiting and resigned herself to working at the diner indefinitely.

It was twenty minutes to eight when Stephanie arrived at the small diner that morning. Walking through the front door, she was greeted by the smiling face of sixty-year-old Gary Junior — son of the long-dead Gary Senior, the first owner-operator of the diner which he had named Ruby’s, in honor of his wife. Gary Jr. was standing behind the long-serving counter, filling napkin dispensers and checking the salt, pepper, and sugar containers.

“Good morning, Steph,” he chirped.

“Morning, Gary,” she replied. “Morning, Carrie.” Stephanie gave a friendly wave to the woman wiping down the tables at the far end of the diner. Carrie smiled and waved back.

“Listen, hon,” Gary began. “Do you think you could work a double today? Jackie called in sick this morning. Said she wasn’t feeling well.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Stephanie replied with a heavy sigh.

Stephanie usually worked eight to four, while Jackie was supposed to work from one until nine. Carrie, Gary’s wife, opened the diner with him in the morning and helped out during the meal hours and with closing up in the evening.

“Now, Steph, don’t be like that,” Gary said as he laid paper place mats down on the counter.

“Gary, think about it,” Stephanie said, taking her apron from behind the counter and putting it on. “Last night was ladies’ night at the Top Hat, and Jackie turned nineteen, legal drinking age, only a few days ago. She’s hung over.” Stephanie grabbed a handful of utensils and placed a knife, fork, and spoon on each of the place mats Gary had just put down.

Gary checked to see if the coffee had finished brewing, took a pot, then turned back toward Stephanie. “You may be right. I’ll talk to her.” He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her, then paused for a moment as if pondering what he was going to say to Jackie.

“You were probably doing the same when you turned nineteen.” He gave her a wink and chuckled.

Stephanie shook her head, taking the offered cup. She poured in a little milk and stirred. “To be honest, yes, I did have a wild nineteenth birthday. Broke a lot of girls’ hearts too. But I was in college, and it was a Friday night. So, no missed classes and I was here for my shift the next day.”

“Always the responsible one.” Gary laughed. “You know, Steph, if I was thirty years younger and there that night…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before, Gary. You would have fucked me straight.” Stephanie stuck out her tongue and threw a dirty dishrag at him. She was used to his gutter humor, which was born from his fifteen years as a cook in the Navy. She knew his comments were completely harmless, even if they weren’t exactly ‘politically correct’ most of the time.

“Besides, even if I weren’t a lesbian, you would need to be eighty pounds lighter, let alone thirty-five years younger, to get anywhere near this pussy,” she said playfully.

“Hey!” he said, patting his ample beer belly. “This is bought and paid for.”

“That’s enough of that kind of talk, you two. Get your ass in the kitchen, Gary, or hers won’t be the only pussy you won’t get anywhere near,” Carrie interrupted.

Gary let out a deep belly laugh at his wife’s unexpected comment, while Stephanie had to wipe tears of laughter from her eyes. Gary headed into the kitchen, still chuckling, to prepare for the breakfast crowd.

Stephanie set her coffee on the counter and called Jessica, her best friend, to let her know she was working a double. Jessica lived just down the hall, in the same apartment building as Stephanie did, and watched out for her daughter, ten-year-old Piper, before and after school.

Jessica made sure Piper was out the door in time to catch the school bus before leaving for her own job. Her daughter, fourteen-year-old Amber, would hang out with Piper after school, as she got home shortly before the younger girl did. The two kids would spend time at Jessica’s place until Stephanie picked her daughter up after work.

On the rare occasions that Stephanie had to pull a late shift, like she did today, Amber would take Piper back to her own apartment after supper and stay with her. The teenager would ensure the girl did her homework, had her bath, and was in bed by eight on school nights. The two girls got along famously and acted more like sisters than friends.

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Stephanie took a seat at the counter of the now empty diner and cracked open a bottle of Sprite. Carrie locked the door and flipped the ‘Open’ sign over. The older woman came over and sat beside Stephanie, taking a pack of cigarettes from her apron.

“What a day,” Carrie said. Pulling out a cigarette, she offered it to Stephanie.

“No thanks.” Stephanie was amused by the offer. Carrie had known her since she had started working at the diner almost thirteen years earlier — she knew very well that Stephanie didn’t smoke. Yet, Carrie would always offer her a cigarette at the end of her shift.

“Umm. Filthy habit anyway,” Carrie mumbled as she lit her cigarette. She took a long drag then slowly exhaled, blowing smoke rings toward the ceiling.

Stephanie watched the rings float away and smiled. “Such a neat trick.”

“Took me a while to learn to do it,” Carrie said with a smile. “Gary! Can you come out before I send Steph home?” Carrie called to her husband.

Gary appeared from the kitchen and poured himself a coffee. He moved around the counter and sat on a stool beside Stephanie. Taking a sip, he set the cup down.

“Steph, we have some news, and we wanted you to be the first to know,” he started.

Stephanie looked at him, wondering what it was, hoping he wasn’t about to tell her that he was dying or something. Her face must have betrayed her fear as Gary took her hand and smiled.

“It’s okay, Steph. It’s nothing serious.” Gary chuckled. “We wanted to let you know that Carrie and I have decided it’s time we retired.”

She was shocked, but happy for them of course. They had both put a lot of years and hard work into this place. Stephanie had also become close to the couple. They were like a second set of parents to her and they both adored Piper. She knew she would miss them terribly when they retired.

“That’s wonderful,” she said. “When do you plan to retire?”

The thought of her future employment ran through her mind. She was sure she could find another waitressing job, but it might mean she would have to move, maybe to the city even. That idea sent a chill down her spine. She liked it here in this small town where life didn’t move too fast and it was safe to go out at night.

“We would like to do it in the fall, but we want to find a good buyer for the diner. Someone who I know will keep it up, and someone who will guarantee me that you will keep your job,” Gary said with a pat of her hand.

“Also,” Carrie chimed in, “we wanted to give you the first bid at buying Ruby’s. We will ask a very fair price if you’re interested.”

Stephanie’s heart raced. She was thrilled at the thought of owning the diner — but that idea quickly crumbled. She smiled at them both meekly. “I truly appreciate the offer, and I would love to buy the diner. But there is no way I could afford it.”

“Don’t be too hasty with your decision, Steph. Think about it for a while. Talk to your bank if you want. The offer will stand if you change your mind,” said Gary.

“Okay,” Stephanie sighed, not seeing how anything could change that would allow her to buy Ruby’s.

“Why don’t you take off now? I’ll finish up here. Have a good night, and think about our offer,” Carrie said with a smile.

Stephanie thanked her and headed for the door. She called out a ‘good night’ to Gary who had returned to the kitchen to continue cleaning the grill.

It was almost 10:00 PM when Stephanie finally arrived home. Kicking off her shoes, she walked into the living room, lit by the glow of the table lamp and the light from the hallway, and found Amber lying on the sofa, her eyes closed.

Stephanie took a few moments to admire the attractive young girl. The sleeping teen was wearing a snug tee shirt and a pair of jeans that accentuated the soft curves of her body. Amber’s small breasts rose from her chest, molded by the tight tee, and it was apparent that the girl wasn’t wearing a bra, as her erect nipples poked against the thin material of her shirt. Stephanie let her gaze travel down over the teen’s flat belly and to her hips and noticed the buttons on the girl’s jeans were undone. She wondered if Amber had merely been trying to get comfortable or if she’d had other motives. The corners of her mouth curled at the naughty thought.

Stephanie could feel the warmth grow between her legs and heat rising to her face. In her mind, she undressed the girl, trying to imagine this delicious teen naked. She had met Amber and her mother a decade earlier when she first moved into this apartment building, and had started lusting after sweet Amber not long after the girl’s tenth birthday.

Taking a deep breath, she shook the erotic thoughts from her head. Stephanie approached the girl and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She noticed an unusual aroma invading her nostrils. The scent was familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Amber, honey?”

“Huh? What?” Amber rubbed her eyes and then jolted upright. “Oh, Steph! I’m sorry. I must have drifted off.”

“That’s okay, sweetie,” Stephanie said smiling. She left her hand on the girl’s shoulder a bit longer, caressing it. Secretly, she savored the thrill of the fleeting contact, wishing she could touch more. “Did you and Piper have a good evening?”

Amber nodded. “Yeah. We did our homework together, then she took her bath. We watched a bit of TV until it was her bedtime.”

Stephanie smiled at the beautiful brunette. “We’re so lucky to have such a wonderful angel as you.”

Amber stood, her face turning a bright shade of red as she noticed her undone jeans. Quickly buttoning them up, she glanced at Stephanie with a guilty smile, then picked up her book bag and headed for the door.

Stephanie didn’t let on that she caught the girl’s glance. Wow, maybe she wasn’t just getting comfortable earlier. I would love to have been a fly on the wall to see that, she thought. Stephanie followed Amber, then took her purse from where she had left it by the front entrance. Taking a twenty out of her wallet, she held it out to the girl. “I’m sorry I can’t give you more.”

“That’s okay. Honestly, though, you don’t need to pay me,” Amber said, pushing away the hand that offered the money. “Piper and I get along so well, it really isn’t like a job. It’s more like looking after a little sister.”

Stephanie couldn’t help but love this girl. She pulled the lovely teen into an embrace, taking in that aroma again. She kissed her on the cheek and rubbed her back, letting a hand move down Amber’s back and onto her cute ass, just leaving it to rest there.

Holding the girl felt so good. She wanted to tell her how she felt. Wanted to take her by the hand to her bedroom and make love to her all night.

They pulled apart a little but still held each other. Amber looked at Stephanie, smiled nervously and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She paused for just a moment, long enough to search Stephanie’s eyes.

Stephanie could feel the heat rise in her face again and saw the young girl turn red as well.

“Uh, see you later,” Amber said quickly, then was out the door.

Stephanie stood there, staring at the space that Amber had occupied just a few seconds ago. She kissed me on the lips. She’s never done that before. What does it mean? Could she be attracted to me too? Fuck, woman, don’t let your imagination run away with you now. Stephanie shook her head and made her way to her bedroom.

As she turned off the hall light, she noticed another glow spilling from under the door to Piper’s room. She gripped the knob and slowly opened the door, not wanting to make any noise in case the girl had merely fallen asleep with her light on.

Once the door was open wide enough to see, Stephanie froze, unprepared for what she was witnessing. Ten-year-old Piper was lying face down on her bed, the blankets and sheets pushed to the side. Her pajama bottoms and panties were gone, and her cute round butt was raised slightly in the air. Her hips rocked as she humped the hand that was between her legs. Piper apparently hadn’t heard the door opening because she was wearing earbuds while watching something Stephanie couldn’t quite see on her cell phone.

Stephanie was shocked. Not because Piper was masturbating, but because she actually hadn’t even considered that her little girl had yet begun exploring her body and discovering the pleasures that could be had that way. It really shouldn’t shock her, though, since she had started masturbating when she was not much younger than Piper was now.

Stephanie’s eyes remained locked on her daughter. She knew the right thing to do was back out of the room and give the girl her privacy, but her legs wouldn’t obey. Her gaze was fixed on Piper’s ass and between her legs. Stephanie could feel her arousal growing. She was getting wet watching her own daughter masturbate, watching Piper humping and rubbing her young clit against swiftly flitting fingers.

Stephanie crossed her legs and leaned against the doorframe for support. She squeezed her thighs together, little waves of pleasure radiating from her pussy. She undid the buttons that ran down the front of her waitress uniform, letting it fall open. Stephanie absently pushed the bra up and off her breasts, still fixated on Piper’s movements.

She pinched and pulled at her hard, puffy nipples with one hand while she slipped the other hand down the front of her panties and found her throbbing clit.

The room was filled with the scent of Piper’s arousal. The same scent she had detected earlier when she hugged Amber. The realization of what this could mean should have upset Stephanie, but it didn’t and she wasn’t sure why. She should be mad but… instead, it thrilled her. The ripples of excitement that were coursing through her were becoming stronger now.

What am I doing? Why is this turning me on so much? I’m getting off watching my own daughter play with herself. This is wrong… isn’t it? My beautiful little Piper, she looks so hot playing with her wet pussy. Oh, fuck! I want to touch her, just like I want to touch Amber. 

Stephanie dipped a finger into herself and drew the thick, creamy fluid out and onto her clit. She slowly rubbed her pussy, watching Piper masturbate.

Soon, Piper’s moaning became louder, and her movements quickened. Stephanie listened to the girl’s pleas and couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Between ragged breaths, her daughter called out a familiar name. “Oh, Amber, I’m coming!”

Then Piper stiffened and shook as an intense orgasm took her. Stephanie watched the child’s little bottom clench tight. She could see the glistening moisture on her pussy as her daughter came.

Stephanie had to force herself to back out of the bedroom, silently closing the girl’s door before making her way to her own room. She shrugged off her uniform and undid her bra, letting it drop to the floor, then slipped into a robe that had been hanging on the back of the door.

She was so horny right now. All she wanted to do was fuck herself to an incredible orgasm. But she always tucked Piper in at night. Even on the nights she worked late or went out for the evening, she would kiss her goodnight upon returning home.

She waited for a few moments, calming herself and giving Piper time to recover from her orgasm and crawl into bed, before heading back to her daughter’s bedroom.

When she reached her door, she saw that the light was off. Stephanie took a deep breath, slowly released it and opened the door. The room was dark and quiet. The scent of sex lingered in the air.

“Sweetie, are you awake?” Stephanie asked in a soft voice.

“Yes, Mommy,” came the sleepy reply.

Stephanie made her way to the girl’s bed and turned on the lamp. Piper screwed her eyes shut at the sudden brightness. Stephanie sat beside her daughter and kissed her on the forehead. The girl’s skin was still warm and a bit flushed. She could taste the salt from the dried sweat where she kissed her.

“How was your day, baby?”

“Good, Mommy.”

“Did you and Amber have fun?”

“Uh-huh. After we finished our homework, we took a bath, then we watched some TV,” Piper answered with a yawn.

Stephanie looked down at her beautiful girl and smiled. We had a bath? I wonder what she means by that. I’ll have to ask her about it later, Stephanie thought.

Stephanie crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together. She couldn’t help but wonder if anything actually happened between the two girls. Was it just a poor choice words? Or did they share a bath? She wanted to ask her daughter so badly. She wanted to touch her. Touch her in places she had watched Piper touch herself earlier. No, I can’t… can I? I want to, but should I? Fuck, I need to come.

She brushed the hair from the girl’s eyes and smiled down at her. “Okay, sweetie. Time for you to get some sleep.” Stephanie kissed her daughter and pulled the blankets up around her. “Goodnight, baby girl. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

Stephanie kissed her once more, turned off the lamp and left the room. As soon as she was back in her own room, she closed the door and dropped her robe. Stephanie leaned with her back against the door, then grabbed her hard nipples and pulled at them.

Her aching pussy was crying for attention, she could feel her juices oozing down onto her thigh. Slipping a hand down the front of her panties, she pushed two fingers against her swollen clit.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Stephanie moaned as little flashes of hot pleasure shot from her center and out through her body.

She pictured the sexy figure of Amber lying on the sofa, imagining the hot teen naked, playing with herself. Stephanie thought about the scent of sex she’d noticed during their embrace, the same scent she smelled in Piper’s room.

The image in her head changed. Her mind replayed the scene of Piper’s orgasm. Stephanie’s resulting groan was loud and long. Her fingers increased their tempo.

She removed the fingers from her soaked pussy and urgently pulled off her socks and panties. Once naked, she fell onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her hand quickly resumed its earlier activity, furiously rubbing her clit.

“Oh, Piper… argh…”

Stephanie could feel it. Deep inside her, a tormented bundle of energy, growing stronger, struggling for release. She pushed two fingers from her other hand into her entrance. She fucked herself. Deep and fast, her fingers pumped. Her hips bucked in response. Her skin flushed, breathing ragged and shallow, her voice a high-pitched squeal.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

The bundle of energy found an exit and exploded outward, traveling along every nerve. Stephanie cried out. Her body spasmed over and over, and she whimpered with each twitch. When the waves of ecstasy subsided, Stephanie brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the juices from them.

She lay there several minutes longer, her mind sorting through the events of the last half hour. She had just masturbated to erotic visions of her naked daughter. She felt a twinge of guilt. Why am I feeling this way about my own child? She is so beautiful, so innocent. But still, God, I want her.

Eventually, she fell into a restless sleep. 

Continue on to Chapter 2

6 Comments on Piper’s Mom, Chapter 1

  1. sue says:

    what a great start Amanda Lynn. Loved the set up and really loved the second half of this chapter. Looking forward to the next chapter. thank you for writing it.

  2. revelnit says:

    Alright good start. Good characterizations. Good background environment for the characters to be working in. Hope we readers just get more involved in both the story and Stephanies inner conflict.

  3. JetBoy says:

    A new story from the deliciously wicked (yet oh, so romantic) mind of Amanda Lynn’s is always welcome ’round these parts… and “Piper’s Mom,” does not disappoint. Get on this one, folks!

  4. Transboy20 says:

    What an absolutely wonderful story, but a terrible tease! Haha I hate cliffhangers, especially when they get me all hot and bothered! I loved the story and characters, though, and I can really feel myself get into the story and plot development, which is something I normally don’t do. I absolutely can NOT wait for the next chapter and I hope there are many more to “come”! ;)

  5. Amanda Lynn says:

    Thanks everyone for the comments. I am happy you are enjoying the story so far. There are plenty of chapters on the way for your reading pleasure.

    JB: “Deliciously wicked mind?” That is quite the compliment, I think. ;)

  6. David says:

    Loved the first chapter and can’t wait to read the next two. So erotic and well written. On to chapter 2.

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