****** Hillary Consoles Chelsea by Ben ******
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Hillary Consoles Chelsea


Hillary walked through the White House with a concerned expression on her face.
She had a long talk with Bill. Well, as long as could be expected, since he's
the President of the United States. He had just told her that he had been
cheating on her. She had thought as much. Over the past ten years or so, the
media had blown it way up. But, you can't always believe the media. His being
the president made people jump up from the woodwork and make stuff up about him
just to get on TV. Socks walked past her and rubbed her legs. Secret service
were all over the place, looking out the windows, checking behind doors and
paintings, talking with each other via ear pieces.

It was a normal occurrence at the White House. It had taken her many months to
get used to their constant presence. She would miss them when Bill's term was
up. She may feel exposed, unsafe. She'll just have to get used to that too.
Hillary was an experienced lawyer. She had been through a lot. Chelsea,
however, would take her father's cheating worse than Hillary would. She's
relatively inexperienced, young, naive, she would feel cheated, angry, even
though he cheated on Hillary, not Chelsea. But, he is her father.

Hillary approached Chelsea's room. As usual, there was a secret service agent
standing at the door. That meant she was in there. Hillary opened the door,
went in, and Chelsea was crying on her bed. She had taken it hard. When Bill
had told them that he cheated, he did it right out. No beating around the bush,
as politicians tend to do. Chelsea had run out of the room crying.

"Chelsea, Honey," Hillary whispered gently, "It's alright. Everything's going
to be ok."

"How could he do this to us?" she wept.

Hillary sat on the bed with her and hugged her. "I know, he hurt us both. And
he hurt the American people by lying about it."

Hillary rubbed consolingly on Chelsea's suit. She was wearing a navy blue
blazer with a white dress shirt underneath, a matching navy blue skirt, black
shoes and dark nylons.

Chelsea hugged Hillary back. Hillary was wearing a red dress with a maroonish
trim. It was a long dress that went down to her ankles. She wore flat dress
shoes that were red suede. You couldn't even tell she was wearing nylons, they
were the same color as her skin. Chelsea's crying slowed, then stopped.

As Hillary rubbed Chelsea's stomach, she noticed that her hair was done, the
makeover people downstairs had done a really good job on her. Her make up was
gorgeous, her braces were gone, she was no longer the plain girl from Arkansas
that stood behind her father, the president. She was a very attractive woman.
She looked very good in that suit, also. Hillary's heart was beating faster.
She smelled the perfume in Chelsea's hair. When her face touched Chelsea's a
shiver went down her spine. She moved her hands down to the buttons on her
blazer, and undid them one by one. She then took off the blazer and put it on
the bed.

"Mom?" asked Chelsea.

"Chelsea, e both need to be consoled. Let's console each other like no one else
will," she whispered.

Then Hillary put her hands on Chelsea's breasts and kissed her on the mouth. A
shiver ran up Chelsea's spine and she closed her eyes. Hillary stopped kissing
her and looked into her eyes.

Chelsea looked into her mother's eyes, then embraced her in a french kiss,
their tongues intertwining. Hillary gave a sigh as if letting out pent up
sexual energy that had been stifled by her career goals.

Hillary gently pushed Chelsea down on the bed and proceeded to pull down her
skirt.

Chelsea had thigh high nylons on with a garter belt over her white cotton
panties.

Hillary unhooked her garter and pulled it off, then slowly pulled off her white
cotton panties. She smelled her womanhood and sighed, then turned around and
lifted her hair off her zipper so chelsea could unzip her.

After unzipping her dress, Chelsea pulled it down off her. Hillary was wearing
a black pushup bra and no panties under her nylons. Chelsea unhooked her bra
then rolled down her mom's hose.

After tossing her hose on the floor, Hillary started pulling off Chelsea's
shirt, then remembered the door was unlocked. She locked it, then heard a voice
from outside.

"Mrs. Clinton are you alright in there?" asked the guard.

She quickly made something up. "Oh, um, yes, we're just... changing!"

They'd have to keep it quiet.

When she got back to the bed, Chelsea had finished taking off her shirt. Now,
she only had a white sports bra, nylons and her shoes.

Hillary took off her sports bra and started sucking on her nipples.

Chelsea smiled with approval and lay back on the bed.

Hillary rubbed Chelsea's pussy with her hand and watched her expressions of
ecstasy. Then she went down and smelled her pussy again.

"Mmm," she said. Then she stuck out her tongue and inserted it as deep as she
could.

"Ahh!" Chelsea stifled.

Hillary sucked and licked Chelsea until she was very wet, then she turned
around so her hairy pussy was in front of Chelsea's face. Chelsea stuck her
nose into Hillary's cunt and rubbed her clit with it. Hillary pressed her
pelvis into Chelsea's face, grinding her clit into her. Hillary inserted a
finger into Chelsea. Chelsea thrust her pelvis forward into her mom's thrusts.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum!" whispered Hillary.

"Oh, wait a minute," said Chelsea stopping what she was doing. "I want to try
something."

She got out from under he mom and told her to get on all fours. Then she stuck
her face in front of her butt and smelled her crack.

"Dirty," said Chelsea, smiling. Then she stuck her tongue in Hillary's anus as
far as she could. An amazing expression came over Hillary. Chelsea, while
eating Hillary's ass, rubbed Hillary's clit with her thumb.

"Oh, God!" yelled Hillary as she gushed in a wild orgasm all over Chelsea's
bed.

She fell down in the puddle and smiled.

Chelsea rolled her over and rubbed her pussy on her mom's pussy until she came.

Then she hugged her mom and their breasts mushed together.

"Thanks, Mom," said Chelsea. AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you have any comments,
complaints, suggestions, or questions, e-mail me at this address:
krys_2@hotmail.com
Please be specific on which story you read. -Ben