Erotica Anthology #15

The Quest of Robin Foster 3 Big Brenda and Robin are sitting in a restaurant, just right by the open windows, with a nice view to the busy crowd outside. Big Brenda had insisted that Robin stays at her place, even after the rescue and all. There didn’t seem to be any other way around this once Big Brenda was determined about something  and after all of those things that it took to rescue the girl, how can Dave and Jim still dare to take from her? Which is why the blonde is now sitting on Big Brenda’s lap despite her much reluctance, with the girl currently trying to enjoy such a nice meal without being caught in the act for public indecency. Which is still much better compared to what Big Brenda is up to, who doesn’t even bother to hide the fact that she plans to shower the girl is some great level of overly affectionate gestures — which can be considered as borderline way too inappropriate. Robin is dressed in a tight fitting tee that stops right below her double Fs, paired with an equally tight fitting Daisy Dukes shorts that can possibly serve more as panties rather than providing much coverage (Big Brenda’s choice, not that the girl has anymore as if late). The girl has been twitch left and right since the past few minutes, not feeling comfortable to let Big Brenda treats her like this. They are having some typical American breakfast, with some fresh, nicely cooked bacon and eggs. Now this, Robin likes, but Big Brenda is also making her eat some of those fruits and veggies that she doesn’t fancy too much. Big Brenda only has the girl’s best interest at heart, but she is pushing Robin with too many things that the poor girl doesn’t really enjoy. Robin reluctantly agrees, but the bites that she take are a bit harder to swallow, considering how the girl is not fancying the taste at all. Big Brenda draws calming circles from the girl’s back while she is sitting on her lap, encouraging her with sweet words (which the woman intend for the girl to follow down to the dot). It is strange how someone can be very controlling yet kind to the person of interest, but hey, that’s just how love works (well, at least in this case, it does). Though when it becomes too slow to her liking, Big Brenda decides to take things into her own hand and takes the fork instead, before beginning to spoon-feed the girl. Big Brenda’s intention is good (in her mind), but Robin just can’t catch up. The girl dodges the piece of fruit, and in the end, it slips from the fork and lands on the table in a mess. And since that doesn’t work, Big Brenda decides to use her bare hands instead, forcing the girl to stay still and open her mouth with one hand, while her other hand feeds a new piece of fruit right into Robin’s mouth. However, despite already keeping her daughter in a tight hold, the girl decides to keep her mouth shut instead, not planning to make this ordeal any easier. Can’t she see that Big Brenda only has the girl’s best interest at heart? She doesn’t mind that Robin eats carbs, as long as she also eats the healthy food as well. Running out of ideas, Big Brenda then renders to one thing that she knows she can always rely on: by tickling Robin until she rolls the girl over, sending the blonde into a fit of laughter. Big Brenda is pleased to have her daughter laughing. That is also when the woman decides to pop the piece of fruit into the girl’s mouth. Robin is still very reluctant though, and the girl’s stubbornness causes Big Brenda to apply even more excessive pressure than before, slipping her digits right into the girl’s mouth further than necessary, pushing all the way until Robin feels so full, just to make sure that the girl really swallows. With Big Brenda stuffed in her mouth, Robin is forced to part the cavern of her mouth as wide as possible, just to occupy them. And when she can’t handle it anymore, the girl eventually gives up and swallows. Big Brenda finally retrieves her fingers, the digits soaked with her daughter’s saliva, but that doesn’t seem to bother the woman even for one bit. Instead, she simply continues on hand-feeding the girl yet again, grabbing another piece of fruit. “See? It’s not so bad, isn’t it?” Big Brenda coos. “Easy for you to say,” Robin thinks in her head, not really liking the sour taste of the kiwi the woman gave to her. “You don’t like that one? Then how about this one?” Big Brenda picks a piece of apple instead, hoping the taste will be milder to the girl’s tongue. Robin frowns, and eventually relents. She parts her mouth as wide as necessary, before sticking her tongue out to accept the fruit in resignment. Big Brenda happily pops the piece of fruit into the girl’s mouth, and is content when the girl chews without hindrance. “How do you like this one? Better?” Robin can only nod, her mouth too full of the juicy piece. “Good girl!” Big Brenda pats her on the head. The woman continues feeding the girl, not even the slightest bit bothered with the way people are staring at their general direction the whole time. Big Brenda is too preoccupied in paying her whole attention to her girl, to even really care about what everyone else think. But even though the older woman is shameless about this kind of excessive public display, it doesn’t mean that Robin herself is not bothered by it. In fact, she is blushing mad with embarrassment, not liking the way people judge her through their stares. Can’t they tell that she doesn’t want experience this as much as they don’t like to see her being treated this way? She can even spot some children staring, some in confused blank looks, while some are staring at the girl openly in a funny way. How embarrassing! And just to make it worse, Big Brenda ends it with giving Robin a very wet kiss on the blonde’s cheek, treating her more like a child. Can’t the woman see how embarrassing it is for her? Just to add more salt to the injury, Robin then spots a group of familiar face, who happen to be heading their way. The boys! They are from her school! If they see her like this, her reputation will be finished. Suddenly, Robin ducks her head, not wanting to be seen, inside hoping that the group will just go away. Big Brenda notices how her daughter is acting different, trying to figure out what’s bothering the girl, before she looks around and finally spot two familiar faces from a group of boys her daughter’s age. Hey, isn’t that— “Dave, Jim! Over here!” Big Brenda waves at them loudly, garnering their attention in less than a few seconds. Shit! Robin curses inwardly. “Eh, hi, Ms Collins. Didn’t expect to see you here,” Jim scratches the back of his head nervously. “Nonsense, call me Big Brenda. I told you this before. And yeah, I am just taking my daughter out for the day,” the woman speaks chatteringly, simply finding it polite to greet one of the people who had helped her found her girl back. Oh, the woman is still at that? The two boys mentally wonders. The two of them had been permitted to go home after the time machine incident, and at that time, the boys were sure that Big Brenda would finally let the girl go, especially considering just how determined she had been for rescuing Robin. Surely the blonde had been allowed to go home too, right? But why are they here? To spend time together? It seems like they had been getting along nicely ever since? “Hi, Robin. Are you okay? You never returned my calls,” Dave asks, a concerned look written on his posterboy’s face. The rest of his follow athletic friends are just out on a walk to the mall when they happened to stumble upon Jim on the way. Usually, they would just ignore the nerd guy as always, but today, Dave had decided to approach the boy, and even went as far as to ask him to join them, considering that he kinda owe Jim for helping them built that time machine to save Robin. Since she is asked in such a direct manner, there is no way that Robin can pretend not to hear him, right? Slowly, Robin turns her head toward Dave, inevitable exposing the identity of the mystery girl who has been sitting on the older woman’s lap. Dave’s friends did not expect to find out that the awkwardly positioned girl turns out to be Robin, one of the most popular girl at school. No wonder. They knew they had seen those pair of t**s somewhere before. Ignoring the confused looks the rest of them throws her way, Robin focuses her attention to Dave instead. “Sorry about that. I just discover that I lost my phone only after you got back. Must have been lost during the whole kidnapping incident,” Robin winces as she explains. “But I really did look everywhere, I swear! I just couldn’t find it, and I’ve been too busy to by a new one.” “Oh, is that so. You’re doing okay then? Do you still wanna hang next time? You remember my numbers, right?” “Yup,” Robin nods enthusiastically, purposefully avoiding some of her boyfriend’s questions. She can’t exactly say that she is fine, even though Big Brenda has been doing nothing but taking a very good care of her. Big Brenda is just too much, and she can’t exactly defy the woman. She packs up more muscles and height that any other normal woman. “I’ll call you when I get a new replacement.” Though she can’t actually figure out how she’s going to do that. Big Brenda doesn’t exactly let her go as she pleases. The woman keeps a short lean on her, monitoring everything that she does. It crosses her mind that she might need to ask for the boys’ help again, but decides against it. What if Dave’s friends start to talk and spread out rumors about her after hearing it? Robin has been utterly humiliated by being forced to stay sitting on Big Brenda’s lap. She doesn’t want to make things appear worse to herself, even more so that it already is. The blonde blushes madly, and the boys can’t help but to stare. It’s a good look on her. Dave is one very luck son of a b***h. Even Jimmy boy can’t help but to train his eyes on the girl. The nerd has been crushing on her ever since as far as he can remember, but Robin has always remained untouchable even way before she grows into her F cups. Too bad he can’t do anything about it. Not that he stands a chance in the first place. “Oh, that’s right. Let’s get you a new phone after this, sweety,” Big Brenda offers, unexpectedly providing Robin with a solution. She’s really going to let the blonde do that? Even if she can just call anyone for help? “Ah, um, yeah. That sounds good,” Robin nods approvingly, though still a bit hesitating. Huh, well that was easy. The lovebirds bid their goodbye and the two group go their separate ways. Big Brenda continues on hand-feeding the girl, each time pampering her with kisses and some tickling sessions (sometimes going a little bit too far until Robin breaks out into another fit of laughter). People will glance at their direction, and Robin will blush madly with embarrassment afterward, trying to collect herself. Big Brenda will simply just take advantage of the girl’s weakened state to shower her with another round of tickling session, sending the blonde over the edge of her self-control. It also doesn’t help that her tee is so short, is exposes her midsection completely, allowing Big Brenda to give the girl a tickle here and there. There is no blocking Big Brenda from doing so, and once Robin is tickled, there is no stopping the girl from laughing out loud. Her skin is just that sensitive. Big Brenda had found out that one of Robin’s most ticklish spot is under her boobs, so the short haired woman keeps on slipping her hand underneath the girl’s shirt, just to run her fingers at the highly sensitive area. It never fails to earn another yelp of laughter from the blonde, and Big Brenda keeps on teasing the girl until she becomes breathless out of laughing so hard too much. After the breakfast, the supposedly mother-daughter duo make several more stops all over the mall, starting with the clothing store, in which Big Brenda insists on picking a number of skimpy, low-cut outfits for the girl, even when they can barely cover up Robin’s body. “I want this, this, and this,” Big Brenda points to the store’s clerk, forcing the employee to work fast, grabbing each set of outfit Big Brenda sets her eyes on. The woman looks so out of place in that store, looking very intimidating when she is making some serious choices about the ‘simple’ outfits. Even Robin can’t get a say of it. “Alright, these should be enough,” Big Brenda finally stops after they get a nice pile of clothes, which is saying a lot considering how much lacking in material these pieces are. Robin lets out a long sigh, thinking that it’s finally over, until the woman proceeds to pulling Robin toward the direction of the changing room. Big Brenda pushes the girl to duck in first, before following her, a handful of outfits in her hand, leaving the store clerk to deal with a mountain of messy pile outside. Her self-proclaimed mother picks up a piece from the pile she has in her hands, before handing it over it to the girl, who in turn inspect a piece of fabric, raises an eyebrow, and glances back at Big Brenda, as if silently asking, “Are you for real?” “Alright, get stripping, girl. I want to see how you’ll look in that,” Big Brenda demands— no, order her to do. Robin tries to figure out how to put the fabric on, not really sure where it starts and where it ends. Is this a scarf? It kinda looks like a scar. Running impatient, Big Brenda puts down the clothes on her hands and begins helping the girl to strip. Robin is so preoccupied with her own thoughts that by the time the girl realizes it, Big Brenda already pulls her tee off her body, causing her jugs to jiggle from being freed in the process. The blonde yelps, arms going up to cover herself by instinct, but that only makes things easier for Big Brenda, as the woman continues by pulling the girl’s tight jean shorts in turn. The woman is so used to stripping Robin at this point, and the knows exactly where to move to get things go her way. Robin can’t help but to shiver from the cold, her entire body exposed, no bra or panties to cover her up. Big Brenda had denied her from wearing those things, and now the woman is denying the girl the right from covering herself up. The hair on the back of her head stands out, and she can feel a soft gust of wind breezing past her from in between her legs (thanks to the aircon). And now, the blonde is standing naked inside a dressing room, inside a very crowded area. Something about being alone with the taller woman kinda unnerves Robin. It makes her want to bolt out of there, despite still being naked as the day she was born, wanting nothing more than to get as far away as possible. Next, Big Brenda begins dressing her up. But as usual, Robin is still being difficult. The girl persistently clings against one corner of the dressing room, forcing Big Brenda to use her usual strength to get the girl going. The blonde watches through the reflection as Big Brenda tries to make her wear the piece of fabric, which turns out to be a very short strapless tank top. It looks more like a bra though, covering Robin’s breasts like a chestband, the material pushing her voluptuous mounds upward together. The top only makes Robin’s breasts look bigger than they already are. Robin can’t deny its own appeal, checking herself out in the mirror, smiling to herself. Big Brenda takes this as a good sign and begins making the girl changes into another piece. And another piece. And another one, until Robin loses count on how many times Big Brenda makes her change out of her only coverage. In the end, the girl still refuses to acknowledge the newly purchased clothes as her own, even though Big Brenda goes as far as making sure to only buy clothes from branded stores. Once the woman finishes making the purchase, she has the clerk arranges the clothes to be delivered to her home address, so that carrying the shopping bags around won’t hinder her from having a great time with her daughter. The third stop they make is at Starbucks. Big Brenda figures that Robin will be exhausted from all of that shopping, so the woman treats the girl with any type of beverage she wants. The woman would prefer that they make a few more stops at several other boutiques, but there’s no pressure. They can visit those stores together next time. “You’re not ordering?” Robin asks after she is done placing her order. Robin ends up with some fancy-named frappe, while Big Brenda settles for a straight black coffee. But of course, the grey haired woman just have to make sure that Robin also sits on her lap, even when they are in the middle of a very cramped and busy coffee shop. She is sitting on Big Brenda’s lap with her back against the woman’s chest, so they are both facing the table in front of them together. People are staring openly at them, again, and they can’t seem to stop throwing them with ludicrous looks. Robin refuses to meet their stares, too embarrassed even to lift her head, using her thick blonde locks to cover up her face. Please don’t let anyone she knows show up— Please don’t, please don’t, Robin chants in her mind. She already had to deal with one humiliating encounter — she doesn’t think she can handle another one. Big Brenda continues on her usual antics with her inappropriate touches. This time, she has one hand stuck underneath the girl’s ass, while the other is cupping one of Robin’s breasts. Big Brenda just simply can’t stop herself. The position reminds her a lot of how she used to hold Robin as a baby, and she is having so much fun feeding the girl on her lap. The grey haired woman is treating Robin like she’s still a child, even going as far as to help push the straw in between Robin’s pink pursed lips — which are just as pink as the lips in between the blonde’s legs. Robin sucks on sulkingly, no longer enjoying this drink as much as she had thought she would. How can she not? Big Brenda just ruined her Starbucks experience for her. Now, she can no longer go to this place without being spotted. Some people are even going as far as to shoot videos of the two of them, most probably going to upload it to Youtube. Big Brenda can’t care any less about other people, but Robin is shaking from the inside. This is all the woman’s fault! Once everybody sees this, she won’t be able to go out anymore! The mother is too preoccupied in attending to her daughter’s needs that she doesn’t even realize that someone has been looking at their direction until the person is standing right in front of them, greeting the grey haired woman. “Big Brenda, hey! What are you doing here?” A dark haired amazonian woman approaches the two, causing them to look up. The woman might just be as tall as Big Brenda, if not taller. She has natural tan skin tone, and she packs up as much muscle as their resident athlete. Big Brenda squints her eyes before quickly recognizes the woman’s face, before greeting her back with the same enthusiasm. “Ada! How have you been? I’m out on a date with my girl here.” “Date?” Ada questions, before turning her gaze to assess the blonde, who she suddenly just realizes is currently sitting on her friend’s lap. “Yes, this is my long lost daughter, Robin. I lost her before, but now I’ve found her again. Isn’t she gorgeous? Even much more beautiful compared to me when I was young,” Big Brenda pats the girl on her shoulder as she introduces her proudly to her friend. Then to the girl, she says, “Robin, this is one of my oldest friends, Ada. She was a former athlete back in her younger days, just like me.” It’s true, though. Even though Robin does look a little bit like Big Brenda when she was in her twenties, the middle-aged woman has never possessed the kind of soft and delicate baby-faced features that the girl has. While Robin is beautiful like a young flower, Big Brenda has always been all hard and steel. It was a good thing that the girl takes after her father more, Ada guesses. There are some slight similarities here and there, though Ada knows those things for sure, since the former athletes used to spend time practicing together, along with the rest of their group. Back then, Big Brenda was also a blonde, though her friend’s face has always been so angular and masculine. She is beautiful in her own way, though Robin inherits more characteristics of a classic beauty. “Adahy Alkaine, but you can call me Ada for short,” the amazonian extends her hand, which Robin shyly takes. She is not usually this lacking of confidence, but when the other person can clearly see a fully grown girl such as herself sitting on another middle-aged woman, things are bound to get pretty awkward quickly for her. “R-robin Foster,” the blonde responses in a mutter, shaking the amazonian’s hand, her whole body tensing from being further humiliated. She can’t believe that she is meeting one of Big Brenda’s friends — especially with her still sitting on the tenacious woman’s lap! Ada notices the last name difference, but she doesn’t say anything about it. It’s not her place to do so, anyway. So after the brief introduction, she turns her attention back to her friend. Remembering something, Ada exclaims, “Oh! The girls and I are having this small dinner party at Sarah’s house tonight. You should come by. Robin as well. I’m sure they’ll be excited to hear the news.” “Sounds good! We’ll be there. Thanks for inviting us,” Big Brenda says, though she does not seem to be planning to move away from her spot, still keeping Robin in her place. “The dress code is semi-formal, but just between us, I’m gonna wear pants,” Ada winks playfully. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Robin. See you guys tonight!” Ada waves off excitedly. That was refreshing. After Starbucks, Big Brenda brings Robin to the cinema. And this time, Robin thinks for sure that the woman is not gonna ask her to sit on her lap, until Big Brenda picks a seat at the very end of the row, where they won’t be bothering anyone else (and vise versa). Robin is situated on the woman’s lap, facing sideways. Big Brenda feeds the girl with bits of pieces of popcorn (which tastes sweet with caramel), while the woman’s other hand is busy rubbing at the girl’s tummy, occasionally trying to draw out a tickle out of Robin. The blonde lets out a yelp, though it’s a good thing that the movie hasn’t started yet. How is she going to handle herself when the film has started, and with Big Brenda still tickling her? Robin tries to wiggle free. Why does she have to sit on Big Brenda’s lap, when they have a row of perfect good empty seats all over at the back? The same reason why she was forced to do so at any other public places, of course! Big Brenda just wants to humiliate her, she is sure! Why else would a not-stranger woman keeps on making Robin stays to close? And what’s with all the touching? How long does she have to endure this? Though at least Big Brenda is much more tame when in public. The woman doesn’t even allow the girl to wear a single stitch of clothes when they’re in Big Brenda’s beach house. The grey haired woman will then occasionally grazes the bottom of Robin’s boobs with the back of her hand. The girl will try her best to ignore it, thinking that it’s probably not intentional, until it repeats one too many times. Big Brenda becomes even much bolder with the touch as things progress, wanting to give her daughter a relaxing massage, but ends up causing Robin to tense up instead. Big Brenda doesn’t seem to be able to read the situation however, as she continues on doing what she thinks is a good thing, rubbing Robin’s breasts in hope to ease the body. Personally, Big Brenda doesn’t really know what it feels like to have such big breasts, though she did read about it somewhere, of how big breasts woman can constantly get back pains and all sorts of unpleasant soreness. So essentially, she is doing this to help her daughter, so that the girl won’t be so exhausted and in pain all the time. Robin doesn’t know what is happening anymore. Big Brenda begins folding her breasts again, just like how the woman does it to her in the bathroom. Robin starts to feel real good, but then eventually tense again, especially when she feels something painful throbbing from the center of her s*x, concentrating all the way down to the start of her inner muscles. The woman takes notice of how restless the girl becomes after some time. Robin keeps on shifting from left to right, and Big Brenda is immediately concerned of her well being. Is she sick? “Are you okay?” Big Brenda whispers the question against the girl’s earlobe, which causes Robin to jolts from the woman’s lap a little. Gathering herself, Robin answers, “Ah, eh, yeah, I-I think so.” “Are you sure? You keep moving on my lap. Is it not comfortable enough? How about you try and sit facing forward?” the self-proclaimed mother offers. None of them are even paying attention to the movie at this point. Robin even forgets what it’s all about anymore. “I don’t know . . .” Robin trails off. She would rather not sit on the woman’s lap anymore, though she doubts this persistent woman will ever listen to her, even for once. “Alright, come on. Let’s get you out of here,” Big Brenda makes the decision for both of them and carries the girl by her arms. Robin just simply resigns and follow the woman out of the theater, before directed to the bathroom. The girl is sat by the counter. Big Brenda washes her hands thoroughly, before soaking a towel to give to the blonde for her to use. “Here, let me wipe out your face. Maybe you’ll feel better.” Big Brenda brushes the cold wet towel against the side of Robin’s face, causing the girl to flinch a little from the temperature. She pauses to allow the girl to adjust, before begin wiping out some of the already formed sweat from her face. “Oh no, you’re sweating! Is it a fever?” Big Brenda quickly presses the back of her hand against Robin’s forehead, measure the girl’s temperature. And as suspected, the girl does feel slightly heated. “You’re feverish! That’s not good. We gotta go to the hospital. The hospital! I gotta call the ambulance!” Big Brenda exclaims. “Wait, hold on. You’re overreacting—” “Overreacting? Overreacting? There is no such thing as being overreacting when it comes down to my girl’s safety!” Big Brenda exclaims, as if it should come as the most obvious thing ever to the girl. “What if you’re really sick? What if it’s life threatening? What if there’s no cure?” “Relax, I don’t have a fever,” Robin tries to reassure the woman. Her head might be dizzy a little bit, but she doesn’t think it’s serious. Perhaps her body is just a little bit confused. Yes, that must be it, she concludes. “I just need to sit for a while. Oh, I think I need to go to the bathroom,” she suddenly comes up with an idea. Big Brenda won’t follow her there, right? “Alright, let’s get you in,” the woman quickly tries to carry the girl again, but this time Robin backs away. “I can do it myself.” “That’s not good enough. What if you passed out while you’re inside?” “Then will you at least leave the stall door open?” “What? No!” Robin’s voice raises a few octaves. “It’s okay, I’ll lock the door.” Big Brenda walks toward the exit door and switches the lock, just to prove her point. “See?” Not really having the energy to protest, Robin stumbles forward. Good thing no one else is in the bathroom, since everyone else are still inside the theater. Plus, she really does have to pee, now that she is aware of the need. Quickly, Robin yanks down her pants, not wanting to make this shameful experience lasts any longer than necessary. Once she’s done, she quickly pulls her pants back up and flushes. Big Brenda trains her eyes on the girl the entire time, counting every second of it until Robin is finish. She stands beside the girl yet again while Robin washes her hands. “Feeling better now?” “Yeah, I guess.” But Robin makes the mistake of scrawling her face, making Big Brenda suspects otherwise. “That doesn’t seem like it.” Big Brenda steps behind Robin, and without warning the other girl, suddenly turns her around and lifts her up easily. “Hey!” the girl lets out a protest. Her weight doesn’t affect the woman at all, and once Robin’s ass is planted to the bathroom sink, Big Brenda proceeds by trying to pull the girl’s pants down. Robin is no help at all though, so the woman ends up settling the second best option. The grey haired hooks a finger around the small area of fabric that covers the girl’s crotch, before sliding it to the side, exposing Robin’s bare p***y. “Stop it! What are you doing?” “I’m trying to see if there’s anything wrong. You kept squeezing your legs together, and I want to see what’s been bothering you. You could be having something dangerous.” “W-what? In there? No! There’s nothing going on, Big Brenda. Jeez!” “You’d never know. Let me check, just to make sure.” “NO! You can’t!” “Or what? Are you saying you’re gonna to do that? And how exactly will you manage to do it, huh?” No answer. “Then let’s go to the hospital.” “No! That’s too much!”  Even though the woman does make sense, that doesn’t mean that Robin will simply just gonna sit back and allow Big Brenda to spread her open like a book. While Robin is hesitating, Big Brenda takes that chance to kneel down and moves in her hands. Her finger tips are pressing against Robin’s cleanly shaved p***y lips, before pushing the apart. Robin lets out a sharp gasps, and the grey haired takes advantage of the momentarily surprised girl to slide a finger in. Big Brenda makes sure to use her clean hand. Her finger is just as thick as her woman her size should be when she enters the girl. It’s much thicker compared to Robin’s, and the girl shudders from the foreign intrusion. She is not prepared, and having her whole body tense all over is not helping it either. The woman is at least nice enough to let the girl adjusts to her size, before proceeding the inspection. Big Brenda rolls her index finger inside Robin’s cunt, trying to get a feel of the extremely tight walls around, wanting to see if there’s nothing out of the ordinary that should not be there. The woman does this a couple of times, just to make sure that her search is thorough. Once she is sure that there is nothing strange happening around the area, Big Brenda moves on to slipping her finger even deeper, wanting to make sure that the area there is also clean. Robin is struggling to hold her breath in, not wanting to make a single move. Her feet can’t touch the ground, and the girl curls her toes when she feels too overwhelmed. Robin tries to regulate her breathing, but she just can’t keep up. It’s just too much. She can’t believe it! It’s so embarrassing! So humiliating! If she though things had been worse, this is by far the worst thing Big Brenda has done to her! How could she? Robin doesn’t care even if it’s for her well being. This is so way pushing over the boundary. She is so running away at the very first chance she gets to do so, savior or not! The girl’s inner thighs keep tensing up around Big Brenda as she circles her index finger inside Robin’s walls one last time. The woman keeps her expression stoic the entire time, though. Time can’t past any slower that it already is. And after a while, of what feels like the longest time, Big Brenda finally pulls out. Robin quickly jumps to her feet and yanks her pants back up, her entire being still shivering as she tries hard to stand still, arms around herself. She has never felt so violated, but it hurts more because she thinks that she can at least thrust Big Brenda. The girl tries to tell herself that it was done for her shake, but Robin still can’t shake off the uncomfortableness that seems to spike her, mind and body. Her p***y still throbs, thanks to the intrusion. She can still feel the way Big Brenda’s finger slide into her, so deep and penetrating. It’s okay, she’ll walk it off, she comforts herself. Big Brenda rises up and rewashes her hands, before turning her attention back to Robin. “It seems like nothing is wrong. I think I should just let you rest for the day.” “Does that mean we’re going home now?” Big Brenda nods. “But I haven’t even bought a new replacement for my phone yet.” “Your health is more important for that. I’ll send someone else to buy it.” Robin grimaces a little bit, before finally agreeing. “Okay.” That will be enough ‘fun’ for today. Or at least the girl hopes so. . . . . . They go home early and Big Brenda allows Robin to rest throughout the noon. By the time it’s nearing dark, the girl wakes up feeling better than ever. Hmm, strange. She was feeling so uneasy before. It is because she was really just feeling fatigue? Well, whatever the case was, Robin is improving a lot now, and that means she can go to the party. The blonde is not really enthusiastic to the idea of meeting Big Brenda’s friends, even though Ada seems nice enough. Maybe it won’t be so bad after all? Besides, it will be a much better improvement, compared to being stuffed with only the two of them in Big Brenda’s house, with Robin herself being forced to stay naked all the time. The girl is not even allowed to cover herself up; not with her own hands, and certainly not by using any blanket or other fabric in the house. At least when it is outside, the woman will allow her to wear clothes, even though the choice of outfit is always too revealing. And what timing! The boutique store they had visited has just delivered the shopping bags. Big Brenda is humming happily as she picks out party clothes for Robin. Though the girl doesn’t have much confidence of the woman’s taste of fashion, it’s not like she has a say about it. Robin will wear whatever Big Brenda throws her way, and whatever minimum choice that will turn out to be, the girl will just have to suck it and take it like the big girl she is. She can’t run, and she certainly can’t overcome the tall woman’s strength. That doesn’t mean she won’t make this any easier for Big Brenda. Now that she is well-rested, Robin can finally find the energy to stand her ground once more — even though she knows it won’t make much difference. It is the only type of defense she has left, and the girl is not quite willing to let it go just yet. Just like before, Big Brenda insists on washing the girl’s body herself, and this time, she is going to wash Robin thoroughly no matter what the girl says. It is the mother’s duty to take good a care of her child, and Big Brenda intends to relive every past moment she had during her girl’s childhood. Robin trashes under the shower, causing water to splash everywhere. Big Brenda doesn’t even flinch when some splatters on her face, too focused on tending to her daughter. The girl thrashes even more when the woman’s hand begin to approach her s*x, but this time Big Brenda won’t take no for an answer. She brushes the bath sponge against the girl’s delicate p***y, making sure to clean her off down to the very last spot. The blonde squirms underneath Big Brenda’s touch. She doesn’t like it whenever the woman touches her there. She tries to step away, putting some distance between her and the tall woman, but it always ends up with her back pressed again one corner of the wall, with Big Brenda backing her up until she is trapped and can’t go anywhere else. That is when the grey haired takes her chance and grazes the bath sponge against Robin’s entrances, not really pushing in, just making contact with the surrounding area until the skin is left pink and tender afterward. Big Brenda washes Robin’s jugs like the way she washed it before, kneading the large mounds in outward motion until the n*****s stand from attention. Robin still whines when Big Brenda parts her asscheeks later, but at least it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. Of course, when Robin gets too tense, the woman will just shower the girl with a series of tickles again, causing the girl to laugh to her heart’s contents. She can’t believe how Robin still giggles like back then, and it makes Big Brenda’s own heart swells with immeasurable warmth. Robin is much more audible when it comes down to dressing. The younger Robin that Big Brenda knew was also this stubborn, refusing to wear clothes after a bath. Sometimes, the girl would even begin stripping down in the middle of the castle’s hallway. Big Brenda had to quickly redressed the girl, of course, since it was considered as an inappropriate act back then. But of course, people won’t react as strongly about public nudity nowadays. People have changed. There are even nude beaches as well. When Robin is this hardheaded, there is always one thing that Big Brenda knows she can count on, and that is showering Robin with rapid tickle attacks, which she knows always works best to get the girl to stop rebelling. “Bhuahahahaha! I-I can’t— Stop! Ahahahaha! T-that’s too much!” Robin tries to say, but Big Brenda refuses to stop, wanting to tickle the girl down until she can’t fight anymore. In the end, Robin ends up dressed in what Big Brenda calls a strapless mini tube top, which is equally just as tight as the mini skirt she is forced to wear, along with some ballet flats to go with the look. The top stops just a little bit beneath her boobs, while her skirt rises just above her knees, which allows the girl to expose her flat stomach and long legs. She has to be careful when wearing this matching set, because with one wrong move and a certain angle, she might just expose her entire cleavage to just about anyone who happens to walk by. Ass or boobs, nowhere is safe. Robin has to constantly cover herself to keep any of her bits from slipping out. It’s also quite troubling that Big Brenda is not a big believer in undies (at least not for the girl). The top and skirt set comes in white, though the girl won’t put it past the woman for buy it in several other more colors. She recalls being made to wear something similar to this piece back in the changing room, though she’s sure it was in a neon color. Big Brenda steps out in a simple black blazer and dress pants, which is just as long as the long dress as the woman usually wears. It’s such a contrast to Robin’s clothes, which appears to make its mission to show as much of that smooth skin of hers as possible. She looks cleaner than usual too.  Big Brenda will be the one who drives the two of them to her friend’s house. Robin must admit, the car is quite nice, and the interior is rather spacious and cozy. Now this is the time when the girl really think that she can finally get away from having to sit on the woman’s lap . . . except this time Robin is finally right! The girl can’t tell how extremely relieved she feels throughout the entire journey. She had always been feeling kinda awkward whenever she is forced on sit on the woman’s lap. At least she gets to enjoy this brief moment of freedom, no matter how short or insignificant it is. Big Brenda’s friend, Sarah, has her house located in a nice and quiet neighborhood. It’s a fifteen minutes drive from the beach, and their arrival can’t be any sooner. Though once they finally stop and park, Robin raises a questionable eyebrow. This can’t be the place. They don’t even turn the lights on! But Big Brenda steps out of the car almost immediately without allowing the chance for the girl to say anything. She circles around the front of the car to open Robin’s door, which the girl silently accepts. Robin shivers once she slides out of the car, feeling how the evening breeze mercilessly blows past her. Noticing how her daughter is freezing, Big Brenda wraps an arm around the girl’s waist, bring Robin flushes to her side. And that is how they find themselves walking up the house’s front steps, with the mother and her daughter walking side by side. They press the bell a few times, but no one answers. Big Brenda tries on the doorknob experimentally, though it turns out to be unlocked. She raises a suspicious eyebrow, before pressing the girl closer toward her. Something’s not right. When Big Brenda and Robin’s step in, they find that all of the lights are out. They step in warily, now reconsidering their choices. Maybe they should have— “Surprised!” Everything suddenly becomes so bright, there are loud noises everywhere, and colorful confettis are being thrown. The woman and the girl stare at their surrounding abashedly while Ada and three other equally tall women follow, suddenly congratulating the two of them. “—we’ve heard from Ada about your daughter,” Robin hears one of them says. “—so we planned to throw a surprise for you.” “It was a last minute thing, but we hope it’s okay.” The last one who speaks is also a blonde, but her skin is much redder compared to hers, as if she had been spending too much time under the sun. “Ow, wow, that is such a nice thing for you guys to do.” Big Brenda reassesses all four of them. “Thank you. So much! But, it’s supposed to be your birthday,” she claims at the other blonde. “Nah, it’s okay. I can have my birthday every year, but reuniting with your daughter only comes once,” Sarah brushes it off. “We’ve got cake for all three of you, by the way,” Ada chides in, and she quickly ushers all six of them to the center of the house, where two cakes with different decorating are laid out on the dinner table. Then they glance at the cake that is meant for Big Brenda and Robin. “Sorry about this, they must have misread my order,” Ada smiles sheepishly, glancing at the fondant on the top, which had been made to form a peacefully sleeping baby. And it’s made to be blonde, too, so at least they got the hair color just about right. “No, it’s perfect,” Big Brenda insists, and the other woman will never know just how sincere her words are. Yes, this is perfect. This is exactly how the grey haired thinks of her girl, still so young and innocent. It feels strange to see so many tall, strong beautiful mid-aged women suddenly surround her. Robin is glad that they all turn out to be such friendly people, even though she still feels rather out of place standing next to them, especially when the girl is wearing ballet flats. Compared to their athletic height, Robin, who is almost a foot shorter, feels like a dwarf. The situation makes her wishes that she’d at least wear one of her heels. She has to constantly look up to them whenever they talk, so that she at least won’t appear rude. Good thing she had plenty of practice beforehand. Like Big Brenda, her friends are all follow former athletes. They used to do sports for a living, and now they have indulged themselves in another investments and business, just like Big Brenda, who went into tech. The grey haired overbearing acts are never gone. She still insists that Robin sits on her lap, even though there are still plenty of perfectly good seats in the dining room. Once they cut the cake, Big Brenda proceeds to feeding spoonful by spoonful, treating the girl like a child like she did before. What is stranger is the fact that none of Big Brenda sees anything out of the ordinary with the way the woman treats her. Maybe they are not bothered by the act, but maybe it is because they are already used to Big Brenda behaving this way. Either way, Robin can’t help but to blush from embarrassment, especially because the person sitting next to them can glance at what’s underneath Robin’s super short skirt if she wants to, considering that she is sitting sideways on Big Brenda’s lap. Robin doesn’t dare to struggle this time. Moving too much, and she might as well expose what’s remained of her private bits to anyone who can see. It’s already embarrassing enough being treated like an oversized baby; Robin can’t afford to humiliate herself even further. The only way Robin can defend herself is by refusing to open her mouth, but Big Brenda easily solves that by tickling the girl, forcing Robin to trash against the woman’s hold. She can’t help to shake so much, the small pieces of ‘clothing’ begin to shift out of place. Robin doesn’t want to, but she can’t help it. She is just way too ticklish for her own good. In the end, Robin’s top is disheveled so much that one of her humongous boobs pop out of place, pink n*****s staring at the audience demandingly. Meanwhile, the edge of her skirt is lifted so high up, the others can tell the outline of her p***y very well. Instead of behaving like they are supposed to, however, they only glance at Big Brenda in some sort of silent understanding. Their looks are telling her that they feel sorry for their friend, as if Robin is some sort of a difficult child. She is not! And that is what infuriates her the most. . . . . . The day after the party, the two women wakes up late. They have been spooning like they did back in 1400s, and Big Brenda is all too happy about Robin’s changes as of late. She even made herself stayed will all the way last night, even though her facial expression shows that she still minds about it a bit. The girl tries to be a little bit obedient, even though the change is barely noticeable. The woman can tell that Robin has learned to be more compliant (even though most of it is just to make things easier for the girl herself). Big Brenda wakes up slightly earlier to cook some brunch for both of them. While Robin is sleeping, someone presses the bell. Big Brenda can’t answer to it since she is busy cooking, so she asks the girl to do it. Robin is pretty much still half-asleep when she lazily makes her way toward the door. “What?” she demands snappily, causing the delivery guy that stands at the other side of the door to bulge his eyes when he takes in her appearance. How can he not? The girl that answers to the door is in nude, and the young man can’t help but to stare openly at her, stumbling, already forgot about what he wanted to do. Robin, meanwhile, still remains oblivious to the obscene situation. She sleepily waits for the guy to say something, but he keeps quiet the entire time. Almost at the same time, Big Brenda’s elderly neighbors, Tom and Helen Mullen, walk by, intended to say hi, before they abruptly stopped at their track to take it the shocking sight that greets them. My God! The girl is blonde, voluptuous, and very fair skinned. Her face is a tale of beauty, and the fact that she is stark naked is bonus to anyone who lays eyes on her exposed physique. The delivery guy, who at first wanted to deliver this brand new phone to the purchaser, is now gaping at the mouth-watering sight. Robin is still half-asleep . . . and completely unaware of her state of nakedness! . . . That is, until she finally looks down on herself, following everyone else’s line of sight, wanting to know what the fuss is all about— Before letting out a high-pitch yelp inelegantly. Oh, s**t! She forgot! Robin curses inwardly. Big Brenda had expected to go to be naked as well, that the girl didn’t even think twice about it. And now, she is standing stark naked to three outsiders, possibly to any surrounding passerby as well. Quickly, the girl uses the door to cover herself up, before muttering her apologies disheveledly at the elderly couple, who in turn nod awkwardly at her. Who is this mysterious girl? Helen wonders, before her husband explains things to her. “What do you want?” Robin asks almost accusingly at the young man. “I— I’m here to deliver your order,” he says, before pressing a small box at the girl. That looks like . . . a cellphone? The girl accepts the delivery and quickly signs for it, wanting to end this embarrassing exchange as fast as she possibly can. “Who’s that, dear?” Big Brenda asks once the girl walks back, not even bothered by her daughter’s nudity, already so used to seeing it. Instead of answering right away, Robin questions the woman. “Why did you say anything?” “About what?” “I don’t know, my lack of clothing?” the girl says sarcastically. “I thought you already knew,” the former athlete simply replies, shrugging her shoulder as she continues to prepare the meals. “Well I wasn’t.” “It’s okay. I doubt anyone would mind seeing you naked.” “But I do.” “You’ll get over it.” Big Brenda’s responds makes Robin feels like she is overreacting. But she doesn’t want to feel this way! Sulkingly, she takes a seat on one of the tools and opens the box, only to take out one of the latest edition. “It’s an iPhone 7!” the girl exclaims ecstatically, anger forgotten. “Why yes, it’s one of the top bestselling amongst my distributors. Plus everyone seems to obsessed with it, so I just thought you’d like it.” Robin doesn’t know what to say, so instead she runs circling the kitchen counter and wraps an arm toward Big Brenda. The woman is too stunned to react, and the girl is too happy to realize what she had done willingly. It is only after a few silence minutes that Robin finally steps back, only now realizing her mistake. “I . . . um, Big Brenda, you okay?” The woman stays frozen for another second, slowly snapping herself out of it, before finally turn her attention to the girl. “Yes, more than fine actually. That was unexpected . . . but nice.” The edge of her voice trembles, and that is when tears begin to roll out of her eyes like a broken dam. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry for acting this way. But I’m just so touched! You finally hugged my back. My girl! Oh darling, come here.” The woman pulls Robin back into the embrace, and this time the girl falls around Big Brenda stiffly. Robin didn’t really attempt to make the woman think that she has accepted her claim as her past-life’s mother. The girl was just simply too caught off at the moment, and it led to this resolve. Still, she doesn’t think that it’s wrong to accept this hug. Though of course, Robin only thinks that way because she has no idea what Big Brenda is already planning in mind. . . . . . At the same day this afternoon, Big Brenda insists on driving Robin back to her biological parents’ house. The woman doesn’t intent to let them worry, since she considers herself as a parent too. She understands the feeling of not knowing where her daughter is, wondering if she is doing well or not. Which is why they are now standing in front of the girl’s childhood home, ready to ask her parents’ permission so that Robin can permanently stay in Big Brenda’s house. The woman will take care of all of the girl’s financial needs, of course, since she is the one who insists in having Robin stays in her house. When the woman arrives and explains all of this to the girl’s parents, the both of them becomes frozen still, too shocked to even comprehend. Big Brenda tells them of their tale, how her child was kidnapped in their past life, and how hard the woman had worked for to rescue her when her child’s reincarnation had been kidnapped yet again. Robin’s parents can’t just believe the woman, of course, until she repeats the whole show and tell, like she did to Dave and Jim before. The married couple are perplexed when the grey haired woman started stripping the girl off (starting from the jacket), though not entirely, but just enough to show the birthmarks and odd toe. They knew about this, of course, but for Big Brenda to also know it so well, she can recall their locations like in the back of her hand. But of course, her big brother Frank just has to pick that nick of time to walk into the room and catch them when Big Brenda begins to lift Robin’s leg, exposing not only the birth defect on her feet, but also letting them see what’s supposed to be hidden underneath her skirt. Her supposed mother had refused the comfort of underwear from the girl, even when they had intended to visit Robin’s home. And as a result, Robin’s cleanly shaven p***y is being showcased for her family to see. It also doesn’t help that the girl is wearing almost close to nothing, only having a microkini to cover herself with (which doesn’t really provide actual coverage). All Big Brenda has to do is slide or push a few things out of the way, and there goes Robin’s private bits. The jacket is still there for some decency, but that too has been pushed out of the way, close to exposing Robin by the front. Things can’t anymore humiliating, until Frank starts to go tense and stumbles back disorientated. The poor young man is clearly shaken and affected by the sight. How can he not? Even though he knows that Robin is his little sister, the male part of him recognizes an attractive woman when he sees it. “What’s going on?” he asks concernedly, eyeing Big Brenda suspiciously instead to calm his loins. Changing the family’s mind is not easy, until Big Brenda proves to them just how far she is willing to go to take good care of their girl. The woman lies out her financial income (which is a far cry from little). Robin’s dad has to save up his entire earning for a year in order to match up to what Big Brenda can make in a day. That’s how big the difference is. In the end, after some closely heated argument between her family and Big Brenda, they finally give in and let the woman takes the girl in. It is not an easy fit to do, but after hearing the woman’s story, the more sense it makes. And if it is true that Big Brenda was the girl’s mother in their past life, then who else is better to take care of Robin? Besides, the girl is already in her college year. It’s time for her to step out of her parents’ house. The woman is also rich, and she lives near the neighborhood, so Robin should be well taken care off. Once that is out of the way, they begin packing up Robin’s stuffs. The girl still can’t believe that Big Brenda managed to convinced her parents though, after everything that has happened (more so on the forced nudity). But then again, the woman did save her life, and Robin kinda owes her. She doesn’t want to be ungrateful, so maybe if she just thinks of this as her way of paying the woman back . . . ? Will that work out? Big Brenda doesn’t allow Robin to pack up her clothes, as expected; except for a few selections of other bikinis the girl already own (which Big Brenda plans to make as Robin’s outwear), sexy underwear set (also for outwear), and some sheer shirts and dress (to be worned alone without any undies to go with). That excludes most of the girl’s wardrobe, though it only makes packing up much lighter. Robin is allowed to bring a few important things with her though (except for clothes, which are non-negotiable). “It’s fine, you can leave that,” Big Brenda says when Robin grabs her laptop. “I can’t. I need it. My homework is in here.” “Fine, you have bring it along, but I’m updating you to a Macbook,” the woman states. After they finished packing up and ready to go, Big Brenda drives them back to her beach house with her fancy car. Robin wants to carry her things, but the woman takes all of the stuff in her hand without another word, not even breaking a sweat when lifting all of those bags with only two hands. The former athlete is still pretty strong, despite already moving on from that profession a while back ago. Seems like she never stopped going to the gym. While Big Brenda settles Robin’s stuffs inside, the girl is left to her own bidding. The blonde slips into the bathroom first, though she doesn’t really get to do much other than peeing, before the woman catches up with her. They begin their usual routine, and this time Robin knows not to fight a losing battle. It’s no use. Big Brenda is way too strong and demanding. If she follows what the woman wants, she can finally get away with all the hardship. That doesn’t stop Big Brenda from ticking her non-stop though, just out of the sheer fun of it. Robin’s laughter echoes through the house, up to the point where the neighbors next door can hear it. The girl becomes less hard to deal it when Big Brenda determines to wash her privates. It still makes her feel weird, especially when she wants the girl to sleep naked yet again. After the long day, they fall asleep flushes against each other, with the grey haired woman spooning the girl from behind, arm around the blonde’s waist while hand enclosed around one of the breasts. Big Brenda’s face is deeply embedded at the nape of Robin’s neck, her other arm circled around the girl’s body, hand stopping just above the Robin’s snatch to bring the girl closer. It’s strange at first, but now it has reduced to only be ‘a bit weird’. —