[Popular] Jane's Craving

Title: Jane's Craving
TV Show: Popular
Author: DCForever
Email: dcforever23@yahoo.com
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Rating: R/NC-17 (Sex between mother and daughter, but not overly detailed)
Pairing: (Jane/Brooke)
Disclaimer: Lets get this straight...I'm not affiliated with anyone...don't have anything of major value...don't read if you're legally too young to read 'R' or higher rated adult material ...if so, turn back now.
Author's Note: I think this story idea came from somewhere in left field. Maybe you will enjoy it and if so do sent me some feedback. I ran this story through spell and grammar checker in Word, but it could probably still use a good beta.
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Jane and Mike McQueen had just rested their backs against their bed's mattress to relax for a night of peaceful sleep when Mike got a shock of a lifetime. Upon hearing the news, he lbackback silently with his head on his pillow just staring up at the dark ceiling. Jane McQueen, his recently wed wife, rested beside him waiting for some kind of response that wasn't forth coming.

Leaning over, Jane propped her head up on her hand and arm as she looked over towards her husband. "Mike, aren't you going to say something? I know it is a shock, but please say something."

The shock had been too much for the older man as he continued to stare at the ceiling. His wife had completely baffled him. And to think this was the woman he had recently recited wedding vows to as their two daughters watched from their standing positions on the bride's side of the alter. Now, only a few days later, he hears the very words spoken by his wife, "I'm going to fuck your daughter."

The words just played over and over in his head as he finally turned to face his lovely wife. "What would you want me to say to you asking...I'm sorry...to you telling me you were going to fuck BrookShe She is my daughter, but now so is your Sam. Which of my daughters were you referring to?"

"I'm sorry Mike, but it's just something I have to do. Blame part of it on me and part on Brooke. She is the one that walked through the kitchen this morning in nothing more than her bra and panties. Doesn't matter that the only reason she was dressed like that was because her hair dryer had flipped the breaker in the fuse box and she didn't want fizzled hair. sti still walked her skinny, beautiful ass through my kitchen, showing off her nubile body. I can't say it enough honey, but I am going to penetrate your princess's body."

"Jane, enough already! I don't want to hear this. I only wished I had known this side of you before we had gotten married."

"Are you saying you would have done something different? Deep down, you know we love each other and nothing can change that. I won't let anything change that. I just have to do this one thing and then our lives can be as normal as the next person's."

"So I'm just supposed to go along with this idea of yours? Are you crazy? You must be out of your mind if you think I'm going to let you anywhere near Brooke with those kind of thoughts lingering in your head."

"Maybe I am crazy, but you married me and my craziness; 'til death do us part. Remember that? I won't feel the closeness you and her have with each other until I've been in her. It is the way my family has always been when it came to marriages after divorces."

"I so can't believe I'm hearing this. So have you done this with Sam?"

"Not all the way. She was just curious about certain aspects of having sex with another girl, when she was younger, so I just assisted her with a small sampling. But this is different. This is my first time getting remarried. My sister Barbara has been remarried four times. Each time she has told the family, while sitting around the Thanksgiving table at mom's house, about all the details. They are expecting it of me as well, even though your child is a girl. I hadn't even thought about our family tradition until I saw Brooke this morning."

"That is just messed up. Why didn't I know about your family before we got married?"

"You really never cared to hear about my southern hick family. That is what Brooke first called them the first time she met them."

"It's too disturbing to even think about. Okay, I have to know...what was so different about seeing Brooke in bra and panties and in say seeing her in a bikini? If I remember correctly you even helped her pick out a thong once. So what was the difference?"

"The difference was...they were transparent. I only got a slight glimpse, but that was enough to get my juices flowinghe ihe is the first girl to ever do that to me. Not even my beautiful and sexy Sam got me boiling over so quickly. Maybe if you observed what your daughter bought and wore more often we wouldn't be having this conversation right now. And don't say that I could do the same, because we both know Brooke really doesn't want anything to do with me. She still loves her mother...not me." She watched as he closed his eyes and shook his head. "On second thought, if you had been paying closer attention, maybe it would be you wanting to fuck your own daughter." His eyes opened in shock.

"I would never."

"Yeah right. You're just saying that because you know that is what I want to hear. If you saw your daughter naked, your tool would be standing at attention before you could clench your hand into a fist. I bet the first thing you would think would be damn she looks hot, immediately followed by damn, what I wouldn't do to fuck that piece of ass. Tell me I'm wrong."

Mike knew he should say it, not just for him, but also for all fathers, but deep down he knew she was right. In an instant, a naked girl is a naked girl...daughter or no daughter. "You're probably right."

"Oh come on. You know I'm totally right. Admit it." Jane was going to get her husband to admit the truth if it killed her. Throwing the sheets off her body, she got up and walked over and grabbed her purse and just as quickly returned to throwing the covers back over her body. She rested her head against the headboard as she searched for her purse. Opening the purse she retrieved a picture and placed it in front of her husband's eyes. The sheets around his lower abdomen quickly shot up as the sheets tented over his member.

"Enough said. If an older naked picture of Sam can get you that hard, then imagine what your dick would do if it was your daughter in the flesh."

Mike didn't have to think. He knew exactly how his body would react. If that instant did occur could he control his body with the morals he had lived by growing up. Could he control those initial urges was the question. He knew she was wrong in wanting to take his daughter, but she was right...given that he had seen what his wife had seen earlier that day he could possibly want to do the same thing. "All I have to say is...if it happens I don't want to hear about it...unless Brooke and only Brooke approaches me." He was silent for a moment as Jane laid back down pres her her body to his back. "Not that I would want to, but does this give me the opportunity to do Sam?"

"Not on your life. Needing Brooke isn't just about the sex...it is a way for us women to bond. I'm quite sure I'm more than enough woman for your hands. I know it isn't fair, but like we've told the girls over and over...life isn't fair." She rolled over his body as she pressed his back against the bed. Now hovering over his erect member, she lowered her sex and accepted his manhood.

Jane McQueen hadn't expected her day with Brooke to come so soon. The following day, as she was drinking her morning coffee and preparing herself for a day of work, Sam came jogging down the stairs.

"Hey mom. Did you leave me any coffee?"

"Sure did. Just made a second pot. Mike took the first pot with him." Checking the wall clock, "Honey, don't you think you might be pushing it to get to school?"

"Yeah probably. Brooke isn't feeling too well so I told h wou would fix her a piece of toast and pour her some orange juice. I figured I could be a little late."

Jane's eyes widened as did the smile on her face. "I won't hear of it!" screamed the older lady. "You are going to get your books and head straight to school...this instant." When Jane's voice reached that level, she knew her mom was serious. "I'll take care of Brooke. You just take care of getting yourself to school on time young lady."

"Okay, but let her know that you told me to go on to school. I wouldn't want her to pissed at me. We're trying to make this sister thing work."

'I'm glad to hear that you two are getting along for a change. Now off to school young lady."

"Thanks mom. You are the best. I love you."

"I love you too. Now be gone with yourself." Sam dashed out the door and quickly returned to find Jane holding a pair of keys in her hands.

Grabbing the keys, "You are the best, mom." She kissed her on the cheek and ran back towards the care her and Brooke had been sharing. Brooke watched from her upstairs bedroom as Sam pulled out of the driveway and sped off towards school. Her nose was running as she whipped it with her Kleenex tissue and returned to bed.

Short time later, Jane knocked on the sick girl's bedroom door and entered the cheerleader's precious domain.

"Brooke, sweetie, are you okay? Sam said you were sick and asked if I could bring you up some breakfast."

A sniffling voice replied, "Yeah, I guess I caught it at the basketball game last night."

"Did your team win?"

"No! That makes being sick even worse."

"I'm sorry. Would you care for some orange juice? Doctors do tend to recommend keeping your body filled with fluids when you're sick. Sam also fixed you a piece of toast, but I really wouldn't recommend it. I tend to get nauseous when I eat plain toast, but that could just be me." She handed Brooke the plate of toast and the cup of juice. "Do you hurt anywhere?"

Brooke brought her hand over her left side of her stomach. "Yeah, around here. Do we have any asprin? I got a headache that doesn't seem to want to go away."

"I'll see what I can find." Jane headed out the room and searched the hall closet for the limited supply of asprin they usually kept upstairs.

Stepping back away from the closet, she yelled, "Brooke, there aren't any up here. I'll check the medicine cabinet in the kitchen."

While Jane was gone, Brooke scarfed down the toast and sipped on the orange juice. Her new mother was back beside her side before she knew it.

"I see you went for the toast after all. Here, take these." She handed her daughter the asprin to take with her juice. "Now show me everywhere that you are hurting. Her hands followed Brooke's hands as they showed her what she wanted to see. "Brooke, lean back against the wall." Jane kneeled on the bed beside the girl. "Okay now, let me know when my hand starts applying pressure where you say you are hurting."

Jane scooted closer to the girl has her hand touched Brooke's stomach. She gently started applying pressure to different areas surrounding the initial sources of pain. "Brooke, I think you might be disappointed or possibly relieved. I think you're only constipated. When is the last time you had a good bowel movement?"

Brooke averted her eyes from the older lady. "It is okay, Brooke. I'm your mother. We can openly talking about these things."

"I don't recall."

"Have you thrown up lately or anything to release some tension on your stomach?" Brooke just shook her head.

"Alright. Well, we need to do something about that. This may hurt a little and feel quite uncomfortable, but you will thank me later." Brooke looked at her mother with a scared look. Jane pressed her hand firmly against her daughter's stomach, causing the girl to yelp in pain. She knew she had close to the right spot. Gently at first, she began rubbing the teenager's stomach in a circular motion, but as seconds passed the pressure on the girl's stomach increased, as did the shouts of pain. Jane moved her hand faster and faster, applying more pressure with each revolution of her hand as it circled the girls stomach. The older lady knew she had gotten her daughter's insides moving by the look on Brooke's face. She looked like she was going to throw up at any minute. Brooke tried unsuccessfully to pry Jane's hand away from her flesh. As Jane's hand slowly began creeping southward, Brooke's urges to puke went southward as well.

Brooke jumped off the bed, throwing Jane to side as she rushed to the bathroom that adjoined her and Sam's rooms. Jane smiled as the statuesque blonde ran for the bathroom. She gathered her composure and awaited the girl's first groan. Brooke's groan of pain was music to Jane's ears as she headed towards the bathroom. Brooke had her eyes closed as she was straining for some kind of relief whether it come from her mouth or her ass. She opened her eyes to see Jane nearing her sitting form.

"Excuse me, privacy please." Jane ignored her as she kneeled in front of her daughter. Brooke knew this type of behavior wasn't right.

Jane placed her hand where she had previously had it, on Brooke's stomach. A surge of constipated pain rushed through her when Jane once again applied pressure to her flesh. Jane's hand speedily applied pressure and rubbed over the younger girl's stomach. Brooke grabbed the nearby trashcan just in time as she began puking into the container. Janeled led as her method was working. She had successfully administered the same procedure to Sam in the past so she knew in time Brooke would indeed thank her. Before she knew it, Jane's hand was gyrating Brooke's body just above her pubic mound. Both females knew the pain had lowered and was about to be released. Embarrassing as it was, Brooke was finally beginning to feel better as her bladder started emptying into the toilet. Jane didn't want the girl to feel worse than she was so she stood up and walked over and washed her hands in the sink and then walked back into Brooke's bedroom.

She left the young blonde to tend to her more private matters. Ten or so minutes later, the blonde haired bombshell emerged from the confines of the unpleasant smelling bathroom and fell onto her bed and across her mother's lap. Neither said anything for a moment.

"I'm sorry that I embarrassed you."

"I'm fine. You knew a way to help me that I didn't know. Thanks."

"I know of a few other things you don't know about," tht tht the older lady. "You're welcome, sweetheart."

Brooke moved up on her new mother's lap as Jane returned her hand to the girl's stomach and softly rubbed it in a circular motion.

"Not too hard this time. I'm hoping the worst is overBrooBrooke just rested in Jane's lap as she enjoyed the soft stomach massage she was receiving.

Jane wanted her daughter to feel good, but more in a sexual way than anything else. Pressing the envelope, her hand began drifting southward continuing its circular comforting motion. When her hand reached the waistband of Brooke's gray warm ups, she ignored their boundaries and pressed for the top of the girl's mound again.

Brooke was caught up in the comforting feeling of her mother's hand. She never dreamed her mother had ulterior motives.

Jane stopped her rotating motion and began pressing her thumb against the girl's mound. Electricity shot through the younger girl's body as Jane began a sensual caress with one and then two thumbs. Brooke unknowingly pushed her pelvic mound against the thumbs. Her body was reacting unlike she thought it should. Jane was reacting unlike the teenager thought she should. Jane knew she had her daughter going and decided the time had arrived. She lowered her hands even further down Brooke's body until she felt the tangles of the unshaved pubic hair. Quickly, she reached her hands between the girl's legs. Her touch was soft and delicate and she cupped the girl's mound in her hand and started squeezing.

Brooke was broke out of her comfort zone as the intruding hands racked her body. She tried to squeeze her legs together in an attempt to keep them out of her sex, but she was late as she felt Jane's fingers inside her pussy. Brooke's struggles were held to a minimum as Jane brought her leg around and laid it across the girl's chest. With a slight adjustment, she was fully straddling the young girl's bosom body. The fingers on one hand concentrated on her inner folds while the other hand roughly caressed her outer folds. Brooke was beginning to like the pleasure drifting from her sex, but wasn't too thrilled by the source of which the pleasure came.

Jane could fill Brooke's body tensing from her ministrations. She removed hends nds just long enough to push the girl's warm ups further down her legs. Brooke desperately fought to help her get them off by moving her legs back and forth. Soon after, Jane was again staring at her daughter's exposed mound. Leaning forward she lowered her lips and blew air across her exposed folds. Leaning further down, her lips touched and kissed Brooke's vaginal lips. Pressing her face against the girl's mound, her tongue extracted and licked upon the edge of her folds. Brooke's body shook at the immense pleasure she was receiving. Jane's expert tongue worked its magic on her daughter's pussy, bringing the younger girl off. Her juices seeped out, unlike most of the other females Jane had experienced in her lifetime. The result was still the same; she licked and swallowed the juices and her daughter experienced her mother's loving tongue.

As Jane leaned up to a full straddling position, she looked back at her daughter's still shaking body. She pulled her leg back over the girl's body and returned her other leg to a straddling position; this time she faced her daughter's side tilted face. Brooke turned and maneuvered her body so that she was looking at her mother's eyes. Jane could see sense Brooke was scared, but pushed those thoughts and feelings to the back of her mind. Lowering her body, she settled all her weight on the younger girl's lower stomach region as she leaned forward supporting the rest of her weight on the arms she had placed on either side of Brooke's lovely face. Smiling she brought her lips down to her daughter's lips and for the first time felt the girl's warm, soft lips. Brooke didn't know how to turn back as she parted her lips. She hadn't expected to get rewarded by her actions, as Jane opened her mouth releasing Brooke's fluids into her own mouth. Jane's lips quickly returned to Brooke's as her tongue pushed forward into the younger girl's mouth. They both shared of Brooke's juices.

Before Jane knew what was happening, Brooke's hands were hard at work trying to remove her dark blue slackJaneJane realized she was still dressed for work. She had forgotten all about work. She immediately grabbed the phone on Brooke's bedside table and dialed her work. While she was on the phone, Brooke constantly kept couching to add to her mother's excuse. Jane was finding it awfully hard to talk to her boss while Brooke was pushing her own thumbs into her mother's cloth covered pubic region. The older woman could fell Brooke's fingernails against her core as the younger girl applied pressure. Her panties were soaked through; as was the front of her slacks by the time she placed the phone back on the table.

"Well aren't we naughty? Up for some more bonding?" Brooke answered by pushing her balled up fist hard between her mother's thighs. Jane's body jerked off the bed as an orgasm surprised her. Brooke could feel the moisture spreading across her fist as she let it lay tightly between Jane's thighs.

"I did that?"

"You sure did. Want a taste?" Jane didn't really wait for an answer as she quickly slid her body up on Brooke's body, resting her thighs over the younger girl's lips. Settling her body down, Brooke's mouth opened, accepting her mother's juice filled cloth. She sucked in her mother's juices through the material. She grinded her lips and nose against her mother's covered mound and bit into her flesh. At that moment, Jane dropped all her weight on the stick figure girl and rode her face as if she was riding a bucking bull. She could easily feel the teeth marks on her skin as she pressed down. Not only were the teeth marks being felt, but so was the heavy breathing. The warm rushes of air tickled Jane's underside.

Little did she know that Brooke had already bitten a hole in her slacks, but was working on another hole in her soiled panties. Brooke fought to gather use of her arms as they were being pinned down by her mother's weight. Jane lifted up a bit to allow Brooke to release her arms. Once free, Brooke's fingers pushed through the holes in her mother's slacks and ripped open an even bigger hole. She pushed her mother's panties to the side as she pushed her face directly into the confines of Jane's already juice filled pussy.

Juices had pushed up into Brooke's nose upon initial contact, but the scent only seemed stronger and caused the younger blonde to drive her tongue even further into her mother's love tavern. Jane realized that somehow her daughter had gained full access to her pussy and was driving her tongue as deep as she could.

"Oh baby, that's it...suck your mom's pussy. Love me girl, love me." A smile surfaced on Brooke's face as she tongue fucked Jane McPherson McQueen. Running her hands under Jane's blouse and up her body, she caressed the underside of her breasts. Jane thrust her hips at her daughter's actions.

Jane finally worked herself away from the hungry girl. Disappointment was obvious on Brooke's face.

"Don't worry sweetie. Just want to get out of these." The older woman ripped her buttoned shirt off and threw her bra off the side of the bed. Standing up on the bed, while hovering over Brooke, she quickly shed her body of her pants and panties. Brooke lent a hand in dispersing of her mother's clothes. Settling back down, Jane laid her head between Brooke's legs as she offered her womanhood to her daughter's wanting mouth.

For the next 20 or so minutes the two McQueen females nursed each other's needs the best they knew how. When they were finished they showered together and then went their separate ways. Throughout the day, they gave each other knowing looks and glancing smirks as they went about their own business.

Later that evening, Mike McQueen scooted under the covers in hopes of not disturbing his wife's slumber.

With their backs facing each other, "Mike?"

"Yeah."

"I did it. It's over."

"I know, she told me."

"I figured she might. She obviously loves you."

"I believe she loves you just as much Jane. I wished you hadn't of though."

"I know. We already had this fight once."

"No, I really wish you hadn't done it. You've changed her." His eyes dropped in the darkness

"What do you mean...I changed her? She knows it was a one-time thing. It's over. No harm...no foul."

"If there is no foul...then tell that to your other daughter. I just came from downstairs...they were all over each other."

"Mike, you worry too much. Girls will be girls and more so...sisters wie sie sisters. They will fight and then make up. There is nothing to worry about. Just go to sleep and you'll see...everything will be back to normal in the morning." Jane obviously didn't catch on to her husband's concern.

"I'll sleep, but things won't be normal...ever again."

Meanwhile downstairs, Brooke and Sam were still on the couch. "So mom did you? I guess she was pretty good huh?"

"She was good, Sam, but nothing compared to you. Come here." Brooke's hand led Sam's face back between her spread out legs. "Hey, thanks for warning me of your family's tradion.


The End

Author's Note: I hope at least someone will send me some decent feedback on this story. I know it is a pairing that people aren't used to reading, but I thought a story between Jane and Brooke needed to be written. Thanks for reading.