More Maids
This is a continuation of Ami Mizuno: Sailor Maid By Atlas, please read and fav. the original. I do not own Sailor Moon. Don't Sue. Please review.
Chapter One:
Tsukino Ikuko
"My son…"
Serena's mother looked at the school girl, "… How do I explain…."
Ami blinked as she sat there across the kitchen table, "What of Shingo…"
"You know of that doll-making girl…"
Nod.
Serena's blue-haired mother pushed out her chair. There was a look of kindness in her eyes - a kindness that Ami could never find on her mother. Serena's mother stood, "She - I won't mince words - she dumped him."
"What?"
Ami's face was in pure shock. Serena had not said a word about it, this bothered her logical nature…
"I forbid Serena to talk about it - last thing he needs is someone making it worse … he refuses to eat, his grades are not good because he is using the internet too much… he says it is some sort of game… I don't believe it at all."
"Poor guy…"
The younger blue-haired girl's heart leapt barely contained by the simplicity of her school uniform.
"All he does is stay in his room playing some game on the net," calmly, she placed her hand on Ami's shoulder, "after all the only time he left his room was when you came by to visit with Serena…"
"What can I do, Miss Tsukino?"
"Well - Mizuno Ami," her left hand slipped down the dark blue lapel, "I have heard that you want to be a doctor," slowly the hand slipped down past her collar-bone, "That takes money to get into college. I want to hire you…"
She ignored where the hand had come to rest - at the top of where her bra sat, "What?"
"I want to hire you to help around the house a bit…"
Her hand began untying the big bow that fronted the Juuban school uniform, "As a maid… I would be willing to pay…"
"Why?"
Ami asked as the bow's ribbon was tossed onto the kitchen table, "Serena's my friend… I would love to help but…"
"That is true. Serena is your best friend, why else do you help her with her homework. But I am thinking of you as well, paying for college. A couple hundred yen a week is nothing to sneeze at," Ikuko's left hand again rested on the front of her shirt, just where the top of her bra sat…
"What!"
Ami turned around in the chair, the hand slipping across the valley to the other mound…
"I just want to help, Mizuno Ami," her finger started to trace the outline of the bra through the top, "you and my son… just you helping out in the housework may be helpful in bringing him out of his depression…"
"Okay," her blue eyed shrunk in sized finally seeing what Ikuko's finger was doing. She innocently blushed with a thought, 'Is Serena's mom feeling me up? I have seen Haruka do it to Michiru…I hate to say it, it looked so erotic… Is Tsukino Ikuko feeling me up?'
She gave a motherly smile. Unlike Ami's own mother whose voice was like that 'she was just an accident' - no wonder her father decided to paint seascapes in some country that had no coastline.
"Miss Tsukino… I…"
Kindly, her finger tracing across the divot to the lines of the other cup, "It will be okay…
Just think about it."
"Tsukino Ikuko… I…"
Her blush continued, innocently she stared back up - straight at the ceiling.
She pulled her hand away, gestured to a box on the cabinet, "I took the liberty of getting the uniform…"
The older blue-haired woman exited the kitchen, "I hope you don't mind that I guessed on the size. If you say yes, remember to call Shingo, Master, okay?"
Once out of the kitchen, Tsukino Ikuko giggled to herself. She sunk down to the floor, giggling amused with herself, "You are so-o-oh innocent, Ami… So-o delicious. I told the truth about Shingo … it will be so much fun to ravish one of my daughter's friends…"
Ami sat there in shock in the kitchen.
"… all it took is seeing them in their swimming suits…"
Tsukino Ikuko purred rubbing her hands down her curves, "It makes me glad that Serena has such good friends… it almost makes me think I knew them in a previous life…"
Her hand rested on her breast, "Like Princesses that I was tempted to ravish but never had the chance to … that I loved from afar, that I wished that I had not the responsibilities of power… that I wanted to ravish, to have my way with… "
Little that Ikuko know, there sat a reincarnated princess touching her breasts, "Did she just feel me up? I have seen Haruka do it to Michiru…"
Her hand slipped down her side towards the goodies inside of her skirt, "That in a previous life there was all my daughters friends along with handsome men… like generals… especially that taller green-haired one…"
Ami stood, stopping touching her own breast, "No, Serena's mom would never do that. She is too kind, too motherly…"
Ikuko purred thinking of Setsuna as she touched the outline of her panties, "I would love to get into her … she so sex-deprived…"
The short-haired girl walked over to the counter. Ami closed her eyes, timidly her hand slipped off the cover.
Then, she refocused on the innocence in the other room - Ami, cool, pure, naive, logical. Ikuko's hand slipped inside her panties, parting her hand through her soft lower mound's forest. An agreeing nod, the older blue-haired girl graced along the gates, "The perfect Yamato-no-Nadeshiko, Ami."
She rubbed her fingers around the gate, "Ami, fringed in pink."
The cover slid off slightly off the box first onto the counter and then onto the floor...
Ikuko's finger-tip dipped in thinking of Ami at her mercy, slowly the film was starting to cover and coat her finger, "Ami…"
She slipped it out of her skirt brought up the film to her lips, she licked it, "A princess to have…"
Slowly Ami's blue eyes opened to see the object of her future humiliations…
Before she ever knew it that one dress would change everything. Ami had master-bated in the maid's uniform thinking of how she wished Tsukino Ikuko was her mother and that she loved her, was seduced by her son Shingo, posed for dirty pictures and promised to make more, made out with her son's friends, made love to her son, and now lay nude next to Ikuko's husband in some love-hotel.
Ami's thoughts fell onto Tsukino Iuko…
Blue eyes, like hers and her mother's…
Blue hair, like hers and her mother's...
May be…
May be…
That was it, Ami reasoned, nothing more than Oedipus Complex.
Her hand clutched her soft chest, she could feel her heart-beat.
That she was not dirty, that she was not a bimbo, that she was still a smart girl, that she was not a pedophile…
"Ami, we are friends right," the voice of the man who raped her ass twice - Tsukino Iuko's husband, "Why are you so tense?"
"Oh, nothing," her eyes gazed at the soft-core porn on the TV set, her face flushed red. It was obvious where she was and what she had done, that she was with the husband of the woman that she lusted after...
"Is it the program, I can find something else," the older male said to her kindly with the channel changer in hand.
He pushed the menu key, moving the arrows up and down through the selections. His other hand hooked around the teenaged girl, "We are friends right…"
"Friends, yes," she forced out wondering if this was her way of satisfying her lust…
"Ah, here," he rolled her over, "why don't you tell me…"
His eyes was on her red face, "Your friend all about it…"
Then he looked down to her lower mound, immediately she covered herself - one hand over her breasts and the other to cover the only place he had not been.
"We are friends, right," he sat up, changing the program - he really did not care about the cost, "you should share yourself with me…"
She looked up at him, then down at his rod, "I just need this," she slipped down and began to kiss it.
He did not say a word, placed his hand on her head - why question it.
She kissed the tip of the rod that been inside the woman she lusted after…
She kissed the side of the rod that produced two beautiful children from the womb of the woman she lusted after…
She kissed the testicles of the rod that produced the one she lost her virginity to - the boy from the womb of the woman she lusted after…
"Ami."
She stopped.
His hand moved hers from her pubic mound, "Don't stop … I just want to know you better as a friend…"
Kenji's fingers slipped across the blue forest, it was rather thin but nice for a teenager. His penis was on end aching for entry into its secret cave…
But then there was Ami slipping her tongue onto the rod that was the husband of the woman she lusted after…
His fingers traced through the forest back and forth towards its secret cave…
Across the testicles, up the ribbing of the rod to rest on the tip, she slipped onto it.
His fingers retreated from the cave up to her small breasts, grasping them, rubbing their nice flesh…
Eventually, he would cum. The thoughts of her secret cave evading his entry was providing enough motive to cum. Suckling, she set it into her mind to take in every drop, the same cum that has been inside of the woman she lusted after…
Her thoughts filled with the older blue-haired girl and Shingo…
Somehow, Shingo persisted in her head - it was his berating "training." Brain-washing is simple really, there are many methods, one of the simplest was giving a suggestion over and over until the subject's psyche accepts the suggestion as true or goes insane…
Her love for Shingo was unquestioned - she rationalized, "Shingo is right because he is her son. Why else was I here with his father, he wanted me to do this. I cannot be with Ikuko. She would want me to make Shingo happy… I can always love her through them…"
All the while, he rubbed her breasts and the porn on the TV set displayed its story…
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How did it go? Chapter Two stars Minako, Title - Sailor V in Italy.