Love is all that matters pt6 – Like mother like daughter

It was thursday, 2 days past since the… “accident” with mom. I jerked at least a dozen of times to the pictures of her delicious big ass, her large hard nipples, her underwear… all of it mixed up in my head as I tried hard not to act weird in front of dad.

She never mentioned it, tho we didn’t really get any together time, it was very busy week. Dad started that new project of his and it didn’t start very well, so he asked me if there was any chance to help him out. I used to do that very often when I had free time. But now dad couldn’t find a replacement for one of his men, and that’s where I step in.

Deal was that I’ll start from next monday; until then, I had to teach Jessy everything she needed to know for her to be able to take care of my little bookshop.

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I came earlier to work today. Some new books were arriving and I had to make some space in the blue room.

Blue room was a small room in the back on the 1st floor.

When I started this small buisness of mine I used to sleep in here.

Blue room was my bedroom, office, my bathroom, kitchen, all in one. I was trying to save money for my new house, so not spending it on gas to get to work or to get back home was an idea that did help a lot. I used to go home on weekends or if dad was working on some project that made him go pass by my bookstore, he would’ve droped me off and picked me up after.

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The “Blue room”, is a very funny story, tho not sure if true.

When my dad bought this place for me, me and him worked a few months on it to fix it the way I wanted it to be.

The owner told dad how there were rumours about this part of the house. Long ago, they say, a girl lived in this house, with bunch of big older brothers, six of them to be precise. Everybody considered her beautiful but nobody ever asked her hand because they were afraid of her father who was a General or something like that and rumour was, she was being raped 7 days a week, one of her brothers each day, and sunday was for her father. It was sick part of the story and never proven. But the “blue” part; last owner had a grandpa. He was married and all. One day he was passing by this house. Going home to his wife and children. When he saw this young lady on the window, he didn’t pay much attention to her. Till she whistled at him and waved him to come closer. So he did. And since it was late night, nobody but him saw her, as she pulled her dress down, and spilled her tits out for his eyes only.

A man explained us that his grandfather, just like himself, was a faithful man; but chances like this to happen to you twice in a lifetime are below zero percent.

So he decided to go for it. He, somehow, managed to climb up to the window. He kissed her, and she let him grab her tits and play with them for a while. She took his cock and jerked it long strokes.

Then she screamed at the top of her lungs, and one of her brothers that, allegedly, was fucking her that day, jumped out of the bed, his massive limp cock swinging between his legs, grabbed his hand and punched him so hard the dude fell of the window and straight into the bushes next to the house. That saved him life, but they say, that he had fucked his wife as never before that night. And the night after that. And after that.

His blue balls never went empty from that day. When he told this story, he always called it the blue room story. He said it was amazing story and he gave her amazing title. Or at least he thought so. And now his grandson keeps telling it, unfortunately.

But it kind of stuck, and me and dad used to joke around about it a lot. So I kept calling it blue room and blue room it is.

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Once I finished I headed out of the blue room, and I heard Jessy entering the bookstore greeting me from downstairs.

“Hey, big…. brother!”

She teased from the second she entered.

“Hey Jessy!”

As Jessy made herself comfortable and myself uncomfortable, we opened the store officialy for the day.

I was showing Jessy all the things she didn’t learn yet. We spent almost 2 hours teaching her everything.

And it was going pretty well, and would’ve been even better if Jessy wasn’t doing her best to make me not forget I almost came all over her and that, as she repeated at least hundred times since we opened the shop, she hopes she isn’t gonna stay traumatised for life.

Of course, she had the biggest grin on her face as she was saying that to me. I couldn’t erase image of her in her white spaghetti strap shirt with her nipples hard as two small rose buds and her jiggly ass in that shorts, my dick was going from hard rock to limp at least thousand times a day as I remembered the scene from the bathroom.

And as if that wasn’t terrible enough, she started wearing that same shirt to work. Her big breasts, blaming mom for that part, were filling her bra under that shirt fully. There was barely any space left for oxygen between those beauties.

She used to service a customer , men mostly, making sure she leans forward over the cash register so that she can “closer explain” them why she loves the book and why they should definitely buy it.

As she was, successfuly, selling a lots of books, even to men who came with their wives and didn’t even like to read, I was enjoying the sound my vintage cash register was making, and I enjoyed the view.

Jessy’s style was becoming more and more… let’s say I approved it a lot and leave it there. She bought a few new spaghetti strap shirts in different colors and a couple push up bras, as if she needed those. She also started wearing skirts and tights. Skirts were long enough to cover her ass, unless she was leaning forward to “serve” a customer.

Then she would serve the customer, and her boss, and her big brother with marvelous views.

Her ass was perfect. Her young skin was screaming to be touched and I was screaming in myself at myself not to do so.

She smiled at me after almost every book she sold, she was so happy working here and the only thing she enjoyed more, was teasing me.