Stripper Heels (Paid Post #3)

Little Clarissa was a curious little kid, but she was always very attentive, and losing her father to the car accident may have been difficult on her, but it was worse on her mother, Sarah. She wanted to make her smile. She remembered how it made her laugh whenever she wore her shoes and stumbled around.

She slipped off her converse and walked into the walk in closet. It had two monograms on one side it said Mark, on the other it said Sarah. Mark's side was empty after Sarah had sold it all off. Clarissa tried to find the most ridiculous looking shoes she could stumble around in. She found some really tall shoes her mom used to call Stripper heels. She thought they were perfect.

She slipped on the shoes and took a breathe. She wobbled a bit and giggled. She hadn't heard her mom laugh or giggle in such a long time. Her mom missed Mark so much. “I wish Mom had a friend that made her happy.”

Clarissa wobbled. Her head felt funny, she put a hand on the wall to stabilize herself she looked over and saw her fingers stretching longer. “Wha-!?” She looked down and her feet were starting to fill in the shoes. Her toes working into the plastic straps. “Mom!?” She called out.

She felt a sensation climbing up her legs, it felt weird but good. She looked over at her hand as her arm stretched out and pushed her body away from the wall. What was going on!? “Mom!?” she called out again. Why wasn't she answering?

Clarissa's legs began to stretch, her jeans getting tight around her calves and thighs, they started to clamp around her pelvis and her undies rubbed in a very... interesting way. Her torso climbed higher as well, her little shirt gaining distance from the waistband of her tiny jeans.

She put her hand up to her head and noticed something else, her hair, it was getting so long and thick, the little cloth hairband snapped as it fell down past her shoulders. It was so wavy and perfect. She wanted to call out, but as she took a deep breathe in to yell, the fly of her jeans popped open, the zipper ripping open and destroying itself. The release she felt made that interesting feeling more intense, it excited, but also scared her. “Mah-” her voice caught, it sounded deep, it sounded mature. It scared her even more.

Her jeans split at the bottom of the legs, her thighs exploding from the seams. Her breathing was getting more erratic as her shoulder started to pop the sleeves of her little shirt. She was beginning to hyper ventilate as her chest began to expand and that feeling between her legs, it felt really good and a word for it was starting to formulate in her mind. Horrible? No, that's close, but also very very not.

Clarissa's shirt was ripping, her breasts, is that what they were? They were growing out of her chest in these two glorious mounds, That HAD to be what they were. She reached up and tore at it. It felt so very good. She ripped at her pants too. And god, the way that cloth popped when she pulled on it it's like every thread ripping just made that interesting feeling amplify stronger and stronger.

HORNY! That was the word! She'd never heard it before but now it was all that was in her head. The waist of her jeans finally ripped away and fell to the ground. Clarissa ripped her shirt down the middle ripping at the shoulders, She could not wait to be fucking naked, and big and mature, and god did she want someone to touch her. She wanted to call out but Mom didn't feel right, She didn't feel like a mother, she felt like she should be calling her Sarah, like a friend, no, not just a friend. Something more. Clarissa didn't feel like her daughter anymore, She felt like her, uh, lover?

“Sarah!?” Clarissa called out as her underwear rode up between her cheeks and rubbed seductively over her moist crotch. She slipped her hand down there, did she wet herself? No, this was different. She brought her fingers up, it didn't smell like pee, it smelled sweet. She nervously stuck her tongue out and touched the tips together. Soon, her lips were around her fingers, that were jamming in and out of her mouth, it tasted so good! And she needed more. She tried to slip her hand down her cotton undies again they tore away from her body. She brought the ripped fabric up and looked at the wet spot where the crotch was. She sucked at it yanking at it with her teeth nibbling at it. Her other hand jamming between her legs, she couldn't stop touching herself. But it would feel so much better if Sarah was touching her.

She tried to find the perfect pose to seduce her with. She thought of the best way to show off her whole body. She Jumped from behind a wall and flexed as much as she could to show off what she had.

What she saw surprised her her to her core, She had hoped that Sarah would like her body, she didn't know that she already was. Sarah had her head phones on her bare feet on the coffee table, toes curling, and a buzzing vibrator between her legs. “Oh god fuck me, lick me suck on my swollen clit you goddess!” Clarissa looked at the laptop, there were four pictures of a model who looked exactly like she did on the screen. Dua Lipa was blasting in her headphones. Clarissa got down on her hands and knees, crawled over to her, pulled the vibrator away, and buried her face between Sarah, her lover's, legs. “Oh fuck!” Sarah screamed, “Oh yes! More!” Her chest arched, her thighs clamped around Clarissa's face as she sucked and licked all her sweet juices down.

Sarah moaned, screamed, orgasmed, and collapsed. “That was-” she breathed but her words escaped her, “where, how, I mean OOF!” Clarissa smiled as she climbed up into her arms. “I don't know how to, uh, repay you.”

“I do,” Sarah looked confused at first but caught on quickly as Clarissa eased her on to her back and climbed on to her face. All she could do now was hope she tasted half as good as Sarah did.