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The Mother-Daughter Marriage Act	By : LL72 Category: M through R > Pretty Little Liars Views: 10314 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Twelve votes. That was what it had come down to, if just a tiny number of people had stayed at home and not bothered to come out to exercise their democratic right, Veronica Hastings knew it would have been Kristine Phillips standing trying not to look smug on camera and she who was trying to smile gamely, like the whole thing didn't matter. It did of course and both women knew it, which was why the applause from one of their daughters was heart-felt congratulations and from the other was perfunctory politeness.

It was thoroughness as much as confidence that meant Veronica had her winning speech prepared, she'd also written one for a narrow loss and one for if she'd got an absolute pounding. Both of those she could rip up now. She began to speak, ignoring the camera's flashing and microphones being thrust up towards her face, making sure they caught every word. Veronica wasn't one for grand gestures or idiosyncratic leadership - her qualities were political steadiness, sound finance and social liberalism, not shallow flashiness. Her speech reflected that, thanking the voters, her campaign staff and finally her daughters.

Both of them were beside her, applauding wildly the start of her speech, listening raptly once it had begun. Melissa hadn't done that much if truth was told, living in London it was hard to campaign, however she'd been there at the start and end, and sometimes just talking to her on the phone had given Veronica moral support during the low times of the campaign. She got a big thank you for that...

It was nothing compared to Spencer. She had been there the whole campaign, working long hours in stressful circumstances, helping manage the campaign finances and finesse its strategies, running the office and controlling logistics, acting as a filing clerk one moment, a cab driver the next and a media advisor moments later. But it wasn't for that reason Veronica knew her thanks to Spencer would be special. To boost support she and Spencer had gone on a fake date, to show the constituency that Veronica would be fully behind the proposed (and popular) Mother-Daughter Marriage Bill. Things had turned real since then, and whilst they'd not repeated being seen in public (Veronica didn't want Spencer to think she was just into her for political purposes) they been on several private 'dates' and Veronica didn't think she'd have survived the campaign stresses without Spencer fucking her.

But it was over now, they didn't need to keep it quiet. She turned towards Spencer and added the lines which hadn't been in the written draft, cleared and agreed by the campaign staff, but ones she had added herself and knew by heart. "Finally, my youngest daughter Spencer. I'd thank her for her political support, her commitment and dedication to getting me elected, but that's the least of it as I can say now. Some of you will have seen the pictures of us on our first date. I'd say it was the best night of my life except she's given me others since then. If I'd lost the election I'd still say I'd won in getting together with Spencer. She's kept me sane the last few weeks and happy as well." Then because it seemed so right she ad-libbed, "Spencer I love you."

Spencer looked surprised, but in a good way. She was about to say something but Veronica was enough of a politician not to let her, but to take the moment and move in for a kiss. The younger woman's hands moved to Veronica's waist, clinging tightly as she opened her mouth and responded with equal passion. Around them the applause had started again, Melissa beside them clapping as loudly as the rest, grinning at her Mom and sister. Spencer's head slowly came back, "Love you too," she murmured.

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The celebration was in full swing, the campaign workers and supporters all enjoying the free food and drink. Not that Veronica minded, they deserved it, though she recognised there would be a few sore heads the next morning (and as she had gone through more than a couple of glasses herself a strong possibility existed that one of them would be hers). She thanked a donor profusely, politely declined his offer of a refill and expertly disengaged herself to go onto the next small group to thank.

She hadn't even looked who she was moving onto until she arrived and an arm slipped round her waist. Spencer grinning as she talked to her sister, the Montgomery and the Fields. Veronica relaxed and leant forward for a quick kiss, in public again, that was such a nice feeling. She hadn't had chance to talk to Spencer since the speech and being hustled off for some quick interviews, before she came to the victory party, later than everyone else and where she'd immediately had to give another speech. Spencer was grinning though and her hand squeezing at the waist said she was happy with that.

It was Melissa who spoke first, "Well done," she grinned.

"Twelve votes," it was the first thing Veronica had said to all the other guests to show how important their support had been.

Her eldest daughter laughed, "Not that. Telling Spencer you loved her in front of everyone."

Veronica blushed a little, "I was caught up in the moment. You didn't mind?"

"Why should I mind?" Spencer smiled, "I feel the same way."

"We hadn't gone public before, I should have mentioned it," Veronica said.

Spencer shook her head, "The important people knew. We told Melissa a few weeks ago we were seeing each other." ["And I approve" Melissa interjected] "And I told Aria and Em, you'd told Elle and Pam, so our best friends knew. It might have come as surprise to Dad if he's watching - but he never cared about us so why should we care about him."

"It wasn't too soon? We've not been dating a month yet?" Veronica asked, the idea which had seemed so good at the time, seemed ill-thought out now - she should have checked.

"No, don't be silly," smiled Spencer and squeezed her tightly.

"I told Emily I loved her a couple of weeks in," smiled Pam.

"It was about three weeks for us," added Elle.

Aria grinned, "You know exactly when you said it two weeks and two days after our first kiss." Her Mom tittered and shrugged as Aria's turned to Spencer and Veronica, "The great thing - one of the great things - about Moms and daughters dating is that we connect much more easily than other couples and things move quicker. It means saying 'I love you' happens much faster."

"Anyway you do love me and I love you back," said Spencer, removing her Mom's temporary panic.

"You make a great couple," added Melissa, "I really am thrilled your together, it’s not a surprise now I see you, you are made for each other."

It was always good to have your daughters' support in a relationship, Veronica thought, and her friends also seemed to think it was a good thing, especially as Ella said, "We ought to do dinner, now you're a couple, Em and Pam, me and Aria, you and Spencer."

"I'd like that, I'm hectic for the next few weeks, but after that..."

"It's definitely a date, and next weekend will be fine," Spencer said to Ella and turning to her Mom added "I know your diary, remember."

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“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Veronica couldn’t stop saying the words as she walked, or rather tottered, along the hotel corridor her high heels in her hand.

“I know, I love you too,” her youngest daughter smiled, her hand on her Mom’s hip as she tried to keep her roughly in a straight line.

“I love you loads, you’re so lovely,” Veronica giggled back. She wasn’t a heavy drinker and she seldom let herself go, but she had done it enough times to know she was drunk and that whilst there was a serious, rationale part of her brain still working it was incapable of taking control of her body or mouth. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, the sexiest as well, a real fucker.” She giggled at the words, the remaining sensible parts of her brain just hoping that Spencer wouldn’t be put off by her Mom’s drunkenness.

Luckily Spencer didn’t seem to be. “You’re pretty hot as well,” she grinned and her hand squeezed gently at Veronica’s side as she spoke.

The older woman giggled happily and managed the next few steps to her hotel room, stopping outside and rummaging in her purse to find her key. It took her longer than it normally would and another few seconds to work out which way round the card went in the lock. But she managed it and with a da-dah of triumph pushed open the door and tottered into her room. Spencer followed her, for forms sake they had booked two rooms, but Spencer still had not gone to hers, her case sitting next to Veronica’s. She shut the door behind her and gripped Veronica, pulling her closer. Veronica grinned widely, looking at her daughter’s face, made even more beautiful by her drink, like she was an angel. “Mmmnn, you look so lovely. I love you.”

“You’ve said,” grinned Spencer, “I’m so proud of you, winning and I love you as well.”

Their lips connected and they kissed, passionately and excitedly, the taste of the wine on each other’s tongues as they swept them forward and back like two grappling snakes. Veronica’s felt her daughter’s hands on her butt, rubbing the cheeks through the dress, massaging and kneading the round cheeks. A warm flash spread through her and she pressed her body harder at Spencer, letting her daughter hold her even tighter. A trickle of perspiration slid down her forehead, the heat of her body evident. She gently disengaged herself from her daughter, forcing herself to say, “I’m going to take a quick shower.” She didn’t wait to get to the bathroom before starting to remove her dress.

“I’ll join you,” grinned Spencer and began to undo her dress as well.

Veronica stumbled towards the bathroom, tripping over her dress and panties as she tried to remove them and walk, however luckily she remained upright and removed her bra just as she entered the room, before kicking off her shoes and sending them skittering across the floor. The shower was a large one, separate from the big bath beside it, and easily able to fit two horny Hastings. She opened the door and got in, switching on the water. It came out at the right temperature, hot, but not boiling, enough to prickle against her skin without burning it. She turned round to see a naked Spencer covering the last few paces across the floor, her daughter sensible and sober enough to have got fully undressed outside.

Joining her inside the shower Spencer immediately pulled her Mom too her, opening her mouth to kiss as their naked bodies rubbed together. The younger Hastings’ hands went to her Mom’s back and then slid down, the water streaming down with her, until she reached the Milf ass where she rested them, gently working her fingers into the soft flesh. Veronica shook with pleasure and returned the favour, her own hands kneading her daughter’s lovely rump. Their tongues slipped and played over each other, their naked bosoms rubbing and squashing together as the warm water swished down.

Spencer reached for the soap bottle and turned her Mom round so that she had her back to her and was facing the nozzle so the water shot over her chest and stomach, bouncing and trickling down. “Let me wash you,” the younger woman murmured over the hiss of the shower.

“Mmnnn, yes,” agreed Veronica, shivering with excitement as her daughter’s hands went to her head, massaging the whole body gel into her hair and creating a lather so thick and creamy, it was like melting snow as it dripped down in front of her. Veronica closed her eyes to stop the soap getting in them, but also because the warmth of the water and her daughter’s touch became more sensual without her vision. She relaxed as Spencer continued, soaping down over her shoulders and back, before moving round to the front.

“Oh that’s nice,” Veronica moaned as her daughter’s hands moved over her bosom, the palms rolling over the nipple and the fingers trailing over the flesh as she worked the soap in. Spencer wasn’t stinting on the cleaning they needed, continuing to massage them and work the soap in, the suds clinging to the round mammaries for seconds before the rushing water washed them away. Veronica groaned in pleasure, shuddering and automatically moving a hand to stroke her cunt, which was soaking for a variety of reasons. Her daughter kissed at her neck and continued down, stroking the stomach and cleaning it, her finger lightly dipping into the belly button as she passed it.

Then she was lower still, gently easing Veronica’s hand away from her cunt so that she could replace it. Her hand rubbed over the slit, gently and slowly at first, up and down, left to right, crossed and then circular. Veronica gave another muffled groan as the palm moved over her clitoris, pressing down on the bud beneath its hood. Spencer’s lips touched her neck again and her spare hand moved up to the Milf tits, squeezing the left one sexily, the claim to be washing forgotten.

“Oooohh,” Veronica gave another pleasured groan as her daughter’s finger slid into her cunt. Spencer gave a small titter and ran her tongue in the crease between her Mom’s neck and shoulder as the finger went slowly in and out. Veronica shook and shivered some more, the anticipation in her pussy building faster than the pleasure, though that was not long behind. She gave another moan as her daughter added a second finger, working them back and forth in the wet hole. Shivering with excitement, she leant back into her lover, the shower’s warm water bouncing over her front. “OOoohh that’s so good, that feels lovely,” she moaned.

“You’re pussy is so wet and warm,” her daughter murmured in her ear, “I love having it round my fingers, pumping it and pleasuring you.”

“You’re doing such a good job, finger fuck me please, mmmnnn,” Veronica groaned and moaned, shuddering excitedly.

Her daughter remained silent, but spoke with her fingers, one set squeezing her Mom’s tit, whilst others pushed in her pussy. Faster and quicker, they thrummed in and out of Veronica, pushing deep into her hole and leaving her legs buckling as the orgasmic sensations rushed through her like a blast of hot water. The literal blasts of hot water steamed her body, bashing against her almost sexually as she arched and shuddered, her head falling back onto Spencer’s shoulder, the few remaining soap suds in her hair washing away and slipping down her daughter’s slender frame. The younger woman kissed her again and drove her fingers even more forcefully into her Mom, making Veronica buck and shudder, a gasp coming from her mouth as the pleasure intensified.

“OOohhh, yesss, yesss, finger fuck me baby, I love it, I love you,” she squeaked.

“Love you too, your pussy is so sexy, you’re so sexy,” Spencer grunted back into her ear, her wrist was jerking like it was electric as she rammed the fingers in, stuffing them into the shaven snatch and hammering at the sensitive spots.

This time it was her Mom’s turn not to say anything, though in her case it wasn’t because she was silent, but because words were unnecessary and impossible when she was squealing and yowling, “Aaaarrrghh, aaaarrghhh.” Spencer continued to pump her fingers hard, slamming them into the soaked pussy, whilst squeezing the plump Milf tits. Veronica bucked and shook, her yells becoming even higher pitched as she came, “Aaaarrrghh, aaaaarrrghhhh.”

The pleasure was incredible and she knew she had to return it. She pushed herself free from her daughter’s gasp, panting and allowing herself a moment to get her breath back. Then she turned round and dropped to her haunches in one motion, her hands on Spencer’s upper thighs encouraging her daughter to lean against the tiled wall as the water poured over them both. Spencer complied, knowing what was to come and looking very happy about it, as her cum soaked fingers moved to her own pussy to spread it open. The Milf’s tongue flicked out and she began to lick, swinging the lithe muscle up and down her daughter’s slit and darting in as Spencer eased herself wider open. The pussy was already damp with just a faint flavour of minty soap, though Veronica could cope with that as it was intermingled with the normal sexy, sweetness of her daughter’s cunt juice. She went quicker and harder, driving her tongue at Spencer’s slot, salivating as the tasty tang of it prickled at her tongue.

Above her Spencer was groaning and shuddering in excited pleasure as her Mom lapped her. She let go off her pussy, leaving it to her Mom to manage and pressed her hand at a wall to keep balanced, her other hand was on her Mom’s head, her finger brushing at the slickly, wet hair before her palm pressed against the skull encouraging her further. Veronica didn’t need much and she willingly pushed herself forward, her tongue going deeper as she moved a finger up to stab at the hole and make sure it opened enough for her lithe tongue.

“Uuurrrhhh, oooohhh, yesssss,” moaned Spencer, pushing her back against the wall. “You’re so good, eat me.”

Her Mom was happily complying, pounding her tongue as fast forward as she could manage, making it slither up and in her daughter’s tasty twat. The water continued to course down Spencer’s body as the shower pounded over her chest, it flooded into Veronica’s mouth and she drank it down with her daughter’s cunt cum. More water spurted and splashed over her as well, down her back and over her rump, puddles forming around her feet. She shifted slightly, dropping to her knees rather than her haunches, to get herself more comfortable and make sure she could continue the marathon pussy licking she was wanting to deliver. Her daughter gasped in pleasure once more, her fingers clawing into Veronica’s head as she kept her forward.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, eat my cunt,” Spencer gasped out. Veronica did, loving every moment as she wondered how she had managed to exist before she and Spencer became an item. There was another series of oaths from the younger woman, which just weeks ago Veronica wouldn’t have tolerated – but now they were a turn on, proof of how much sexual pleasure she was giving her daughter-lover. More cum juiced out from Spencer’s pussy, even diluted with the shower water, it tasted lovely and Veronica could have drunk it by the gallon if it had been available. It came with a scream and a shuddering buck as Spencer climaxed powerfully, her hand gripping Veronica’s head like she never wanted to let go. “Aaaaarggghh fuck yes, don’t stop.”

Far from halting Veronica was speeding up and putting on the pressure, like a racing driver slamming his foot on the gas. Spencer was reacting in a similar way to as if she was being hit by the G-pressure, her face contorting and her body tensing, her breath coming in hard, but ragged gasps.

“Aaarrrghhh, fuck, I love you,” Spencer squealed. Veronica inwardly smiled at the words, as she outwardly tongued the speaker, to hear them said again and again, had been a good a feeling as winning the election, better perhaps – because the election result was the start of the hard work of governing, whilst the words were a milestone to bliss. She wondered whether now that the Mother-Daughter Bill was certain to become law (with her enthusiastic vote) would a proposal be coming. She pushed the thought back, it was too early in their new relationship, but a little part of her kept saying, but hopefully it will come.

And then Spencer came again, her body vibrating like she was on a rail line as a train thundered past. Her screams reached the roof and almost shattered the glass, drowning out the hiss and thrum of the shower. Spencer staggered back, letting go off her Mom and trying to regain her breath. Veronica looked up at her with shining eyes smiling, “I love you as well baby.”

It took a moment for the panting Spencer to respond. But then she did with a smile. “Be a moment,” she grinned and skipped out of the shower.

Veronica stood up and followed her daughter’s movement across the bathroom and into the main room. She vanished from view for a moment as she went round the corner to where the cases were. But soon she was returning back and this time she was strapping on her dildo as she approached. Veronica’s face broke into a smile, being strap-on fucked by her daughter would be the perfect end to a perfect day, especially as they’d been so busy today they hadn’t banged since last night (which was a near eternity in this part of their relationship).

“Come fuck me,” she beamed as Spencer stepped into the shower.

“Which hole?” her daughter smiled back.

“You choose,” giggled Veronica, though knowing her daughter she was pretty sure which one she was going to get banged in.

It wasn’t therefore a surprise when Spencer, firmly but gently, took her Mom’s waist and turned her towards the side wall. Veronica leaned her hands against it, little trickles of water arching through the condensation as she pressed. She lifted her rump and wiggled it invitingly at her daughter as Spencer took one cheek in her hand, pulling it apart from its partner so she could expose her Mom’s rosebud.

Taking the toy in one hand she reintroduced it to the back-hole, pushing hard at the sphincter for a moment until the muscle collapsed inwards on itself and let the plastic into, what was fast becoming, its second home. Veronica groaned in excited anticipation as her back passage widened and stretched, her hands clawed at the slippery walls, little beads of water slipping down and creating trails through the misty condensation as she pressed her warm flesh at. She pressed forward as Spencer pushed at her, forcing the toy in. The Milf wriggled and giggled, working her butt at her daughter’s cock, the dildo moving in deeper with each thrust from the younger Hastings.

Soon Spencer was all the way in shoving the cock far into Veronica’s rectum and stretching it open. The Milf shuddered and gasped, her body rubbing at the wet wall in front of her, her tits smearing the condensation, leaving drag marks in the mist. Spencer had a hand on the wall as well, using it for pressure whilst keeping one hand on her Mom’s waist for to keep her in place and stop her slipping down.

“Ooooohhh, yessss, oooohhh” Veronica gasped out. The combination of the sexual bliss and alcohol made her feel like she was literally floating on a wave, her brain and body decoupled and separate. Her hands desperately clawed at the tiles, nails scraping down as she shook in pleasure, her mouth opening to let out another series of grunts and pants. She loved having Spencer in her, fucking her, using her most intimate hole as her own; you couldn’t be closer to your daughter than with her strap-on cock up your ass. Her back arched and bent, creasing against her daughter’s stomach the two of them fitting together like a well-made jigsaw. Veronica panted “Fuuccckk, yessss, fuck me harder...”

The shower cubicle was filled with the noise of water hissing from the nozzle, bouncing and splashing against the floor and walls and the two fucking Hastings. The sound was interwoven with the smack of flesh against flesh, the sharper cracks and slaps sounding over the constant whirr of the water. And in between the two sounds was the pants and grunts from Spencer as she went at it and the squeaks and squeals from Veronica as she took it. The older woman managed to move a hand from the wall, down to her pussy rubbing at it vigorously as the other hole was filled. “OOoohhh yesss, yesss,” she called out again shuddering.

It felt so perfectly good, better than even winning the election, better than any feeling she’d ever had. Who would have thought she’d fall in love with her daughter, not just in a spiritual and mental sense, but a physical one, the sex being better than she’d ever had with anyone before. Spencer wasn’t just banging her to oblivion, she was doing it like she was a Goddess and Veronica was a worshipper at her temple. The younger Hastings rammed deep, her head moving to the cradle of Veronica’s neck. She began to kiss her Mom’s throat, even as her waist continued to ratchet back and forth pounding the dick deep. Veronica groaned and gasped, feeling like a soul ascending to heaven in the arms of an angelic creator. “You’re so hot, so sexy,” muttered Spencer, “I love you.”

Those words again, which meant so much to Veronica. “I love you to, ohhhh ooohhh, I love you - fuck me harder!”

The cock pounded deeper, ramming open the back hole like it was made of soft putty. Veronica squealed louder, not worrying about the soreness in her butt, only caring for the intense pleasure that dwarfed it. She knew from experience that any pain was transient and fleeting and nothing compared to the waves of ecstasy that were already starting to take her. “Aaaarrrghhh, yeesss, aaaaarrgghhh,” her cries reverberated around the shower room, echoing in the enclosed space.

“Fuck yes, God, yes,” panted her pounding daughter, hammering without let up, even as her Mom shuddered and shook in climactic passion. “You’re so fantastic, you are so hot. This is great.”

“Yesssss,” screamed Veronica in both agreement and pleasure. All the words Spencer were saying about her Mom could, in Veronica’s not unbiased view, be equally applied to her sexy daughter, doubly so in fact. The younger Hastings tits banged and bounced into Veronica’s curved back as Spencer went all the way in. Veronica arched her back more, as if that would mean that the toy could go beyond it length and fill her more. That didn’t happen, but she was hit by another round of orgasms, the pleasure burning through her like an acetylene torch. She screamed again, her high pitched yells drowning out the water’s powerful hiss, “Aaaarrrrghhh, yeesssss, aaaarrghhhh.”

Spencer wasn’t stopping, the younger woman continuing her hard hammering, pounding passionately at the opened orifice. Veronica squealed again, the pleasure within her growing in power like a sun going supernova. Her pussy was dripping and not just from the shower, the warm cum staining her fingers as she rubbed and played with herself. Spencer had one hand on her tit at the same time, gripping it and squeezing the nub between her knuckles as the tip pressed into the soft flesh around. Her mouth was back on her Mom’s throat, kissing and suckling at the smooth skin. The older woman groaned and shuddered, her eyes closed and her face a picture of rapture, it was like the teeth gently grazing her were fangs and Spencer a vampire, sucking life whilst delivering ecstasy. The younger Hastings’ cock drove all the way in, Spencer’s thighs smacking at her Mom with a wet slapping sound. Another bout of pleasure exploded in the Milf, “Aaaarrggghhh,” she screamed, “Yesssss, yesssss, yesssss, don’t stop... aaaaarrggghh, make me cum so hard.”

Behind her Spencer grunted and rammed in her mouth sliding away from her Mom’s throat as she sped up. Veronica squealed and shook as the pounding intensified, her body blazing with a fire that even the powerful shower jets couldn’t quell. “Fuuuucckk meeee!” she shrieked loudly, “Aaaarrrghhh, yessss, fuuuckkk meeeee!”

Her daughter was pounding harder and faster, slamming in the full length of the plastic prick and burning Veronica’s bowels. Her ass was stretched and sore and pleasured, aching and uncomfortable and ecstatic; all the feelings and sensations happening at once, crowding each other out and coming together in a kaleidoscope in which for one second her ass stung and the next it sung. She screamed, the pleasure and pain intermingled, but the pleasure winning out, “AAAArrrghh yesssss.”

The orgasms were hitting her like she was punch drunk in a ring with a merciless boxer pummelling her as she staggered around unable to defend. They smacked and tore through her in a unstoppable rush, the pleasure from one not subsiding as she was slammed by the next, until it was impossible to tell whether she was having dozens of orgasms or one central rush that was completely over-whelming her body and soul. She rocked and shuddered, her muscles no longer under her control, her limbs jerking like she was a puppet on the string – but if she was the puppeteer was her daughter and she too was out of control, slamming like she was a mad axe man and Veronica her victim. The Milf screamed again, “Yeessssss, yesssss,” the power coursing through her greater than Grayskull.

There was a squeak and a pop as Spencer pulled the dick out of her Mom’s ass and despite the warm water Veronica felt a sudden chill now she no longer had the warm body of her daughter slapping her and burn of the dildo in her ass. She was satisfied though, her body felt weak and tired, but uplifted, the perfect end to the day. Or near perfect, as Spencer was turning her round to face her, so that Veronica was looking into her face. It was beautiful, even with the wet hair draggling over the forehead and the streams of water slipping down over her cheeks, “I love you,” murmured the younger woman and moved in for another kiss.

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