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Veronica pulled her torn shirt apart and held her right nipple in her hand. “Here you go,” she said, kneeling down. She rubbed the nipple onto Sarah's chest where she had been scratching, transferring the Benadryl cream from her nipples onto Sarah. Sarah realized what she was doing immediately. She nuzzled up into the nipple and rubbed it along her neck and up onto her cheek. She sat upright and wrapped her arms around Veronica’s neck and pressed tight against her, mashing their giant soft tits together. Veronica sat cross-legged and Sarah sat on her lap facing her, arms around her neck, hands gripping the back of her head. She wrapped her thighs around her mother's waist and clung tight, one body pressed against the other. Sarah moved herself up and down rubbing her breasts, chest and stomach against Veronica's nipples.

“Oh yes mommy, yes”

“That's it baby, take what you need.”

“Need...more...itches.” Sarah panted, immersed in a cycle of pain and relief.

“Take all I have sweety.”

“Didn't you... put lotion... on your.. Vaj?”

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

Sarah pushed Veronica onto her back and grabbed her knees. She firmly thrust Veronica's legs apart.

“There,” Sarah said. She dove down into her Mom's crotch, pushing her chin against her clit then running her neck along Veronica's pink lips. “Want it all.”

“That's it baby girl. Do it my darling.”

Sarah rubbed her collar bones and sternum against the older woman's crotch. Then her tits, one at a time, then stomach. Finally Sarah sat upright and pressed her own vulva against her mother's, straddling the inside of one thigh and rubbing their hard pelvic bones against each other.

Veronica gasped. Sarah had pressed her bony pubis against the clit. She could feel blood rushing into it as her daughter grinded into her. 

Sarah knew this movement was becoming sexual, but she didn't care, she itched so much. When her mother's pussy gushed all over hers, it just made it that much easier to scratch the itches between her own thighs. She rubbed harder and harder, faster and faster, she could feel Veronica's steel hard clit pressed against her like an expert finger scratching a bump.

“Aaaaahhhh, oh, aahh!” Veronica moaned, “Stop, Stop. You're rubbing my” But Sarah didn't stop, she pressed harder and kept rubbing. “Sarah, If you keep doing this, I'm going to...Uhhhh, uuuhhhhhh.” She bit her lip and her eyes rolled back. “Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!” Veronica's legs quivered and her ass clinched and where the two pussies were pressed against each other a stream of fluid gushed, shooting a foot into the air. 

“Stop Sarah, can't … take.. any.. more.” Veronica pushed her foot under Sarah's breast and pushed off, kicking Sarah backwards. Veronica was shivering and her legs moved in uncontrolled jerks. She managed to sit upright and turned Sarah again onto her belly. while she pulled off her sandals. 

“My feet also have the itch cream.” She leaned back and ran her toes between Sarah's ass cheeks.

“I know it itches, but try to relax.” She rubbed the arches of her feet over Sarah's round buttocks, reaching the balls of her feet into the small of the back. Veronica rubbed the feet up Sarah's back, then hooked them underneath. Her feet squeezed perfectly in the space between Sarah's tits and ribs.

Sarah began to fidget, arched her back, and stuck her ass up into the air.

“Mommy, it itches SOOO Much! I think the itch cream's all gone. You have to do something.”

“Yes Honey anything, where does it itch?”

“M..m.my butt.”

“Okay sweetheart,” Veronica used her manicured nails to scratch all over Sarah's ample cheeks. The nails extended a quarter inch from the finger, perfect for scratching.

“No, not there, in..in the..the....” Sarah trailed off bashfully.

“In the crack?” Veronica ran her finger between the big butt cheeks. They were so big, that they squeezed her fingers. Veronica was impressed with how strong Sarah's butt was. Sarah always seemed too lazy to exercise, and when Veronica told her she would have to go to the gym to keep her figure, Sarah scoffed. “Is that better, baby?” There were definitely bite bumps between the cheeks. Poor dear!

“Yeah, b..but, that's not all.  The worst is.. it's inside.”

“Inside your butt? You mean... up your asshole?” Veronica cringed.

“You said you'd help!” Sarah whined accusingly. “You promised!”

“Hey! I said I'd do anything for my darling baby girl and I meant it. Just give me a second.” Veronica pressed her finger tip against Sarah's butthole. She ran her finger along the creases into the center and saw a red bump on the side of the opening.  “My poor baby. That's got to itch awfully, it's all the way inside you. Veronica pulled her finger back and inserted it into her mouth. The taste was mostly salt from the sweat. Veronica had always taught her daughter to keep all of her body parts clean. She covered the finger in saliva and pressed up against her daughter's little button and pushed. Her finger entered easily.

“Oh I see what you've been doing with all those toys in your room..”

“Well...” Sarah said sheepishly.

Veronica stuck two more fingers inside.

“Yeah, move them back and forth, that's it. Deeper. Now spread your fingers.”

Veronica pounded her fingers into the asshole shaking the butt with every cycle. Sarah arched her back and eagerly raised her ass up towards he mother. She got up on her knees so she could push back on her mother’s hand, knuckles deep inside her asshole. But the movement was starting to become difficult.

“It's too dry, it's starting to hurt. But it still itches soooo much!” Sarah paused and took in a deep breath. “I know it's a lot to ask. But it's just.. I wouldn't ask if it I didn’t know it would help...”  Sarah looked back behind her. Her face was in the ground and her butt was up in the air as she was kneeling. She puffed out her lower lip and raised the center of her eyebrows imploringly. Veronica pulled her hand out of the stretched hole and looked down past the left thigh. Sarah's angelic face was looking back at her, glasses askew. Her lip quivered with her suffering. Her big blue eyes were pleading.

“Mommy,” she said, “will you lick my asshole?”

Veronica Sweet could never deny her children in need, and her daughter had such big beautiful eyes, begging her. She lowered her face between the buttocks, spreading them apart with her hands. She brushed her pointy nose against Sarah's tailbone. Sarah trembled in her grasp, quaking buttocks brushing her mother's cheeks. Veronica gently kissed the eager sphincter with an innocent brush of the lips. She carefully blew across it; cool air against the hot skin. 

“uhhhhhh,” Sarah's quavering voice gasped, “that's it, lick your baby girl's asshole. Lick it, mommy, eat it. Stick your tongue deep inside, stick it all the way in.” 

Veronica pressed her lips against the puckered eye and spread it apart forcefully, opening a space for her tongue. She flicked it back and forth against the hole. It tensed under her mouth. She sucked on it, hard, greedily, like a babe at the bottle. She firmly thrust her tongue against it, pulled back, then thrust in and pushed it all the way inside. Veronica stuck her tongue as far as she could then she began to pull out. Sarah squeezed her mother's tongue tight with her asshole. Sarah tensed her sphincter, gobbling up Veronica's tongue with her ass, squeezing it tight. Veronica could feel the pressure, trapping the blood in her tongue. She puffed it up to fight against the ass muscles.

“oh, Mommy, I love your tongue in my ass. Stick it deep inside, that feels SO good,” Sarah squealed, “move it around inside me, yes. Leave it in deep and work your lips. Oh god, that's perfect. Don't forget to scratch” Veronica put her fingers up against the sides of her tongue and fingered along the edge of the hole. “Suck on it. Harder. Give my ass a hickey.”

Veronica reached under her legs and grabbed Sarah's hips and pulled Sarah's ass tight to her face. With her shoulders underneath Sarah's legs, she sat up on her knees turning her daughter upside down with the side of her face ground into the ground. Sarah’s stomach rubbed against Veronica’s breasts. Veronica moved her mouth to the taint and sucked and rubbed her tongue against the tiny ant bites.

“More, Yeah, and go lower.” Sarah's twat was red and swollen Veronica could taste the salty and bitter secretions from her daughter. “Keep going past the opening, there's an itchy bite at the top.”

“Now, honey, that bump doesn't look like an ant bite.”

“Shut Up and Suck it!” Sarah yelled and pushed her hungry cunt up against her mother's face, squeezing her head tight with her young muscular thighs. Veronica gasped but couldn't get any air, just a mouth full of meaty lips and throbbing clit. 

“Suck that Cunt, mommy! Suck your baby's cunt!” Veronica did as she was told and sucked on the clitoris, cradling it with her tongue. She was suffocating, her nose buried in Sarah's hole. She alternated between sucking and pressing the clit faster and faster trying to bring a climax so she could escape.

“Bite it, pinch it with your teeth,” Sarah commanded. Veronica gently squeezed her teeth together and Sarah screamed; a high-pitched shriek.  Her thighs squeezed once more and twisted Veronica's neck, who yelled painfully into the muff covering her face. A juicy stream splattered across Veronica's lips and nose. Sarah's entire body jerked and shook, before she finally released her mother's head. Veronica lifted her face and gasped for air. Her face was red, hot and sweaty; covered in girl-cum. They both panted hard, Sarah hanging upside down from Veronica's neck, her face ground into the rocky earth, drool, tears and snot streaming onto the ground. There they remained for a minute, panting, regaining their breath. Veronica held her daughter close, leaning her cheek against the inside of Sarah's thigh.

“Um, Sarah I'm glad to help you, but I can't help thinking... did we just...?”

“No, you were just helping scratch a hard to reach place. You didn't just fuck your daughter with your mouth until she came all over your face. You didn't take your little girl's clit in your mouth and suck and press until waves of ecstacy flowed through her. You didn't rub your rock hard clit against her until you squirted. It was no different than when you put Vapo-rub on my chest. Or when you cleaned and bandaged that cat scratch I got on my back.”

They spent another minute, gathering themselves.

“mmmmm” Sarah moaned, “I hate to say it, but my neck is itching again, I need to sit up to scratch it.”

Veronica untwined Sarah's squirming legs from around the neck and let her down to the ground. She stood up and started stretching and twisting her neck side to side. Sarah sat up and scratched her neck rigorously. Veronica looked down at her daughter and considered how else she could help. A Eureka moment overcame her.

“I just remembered something!” Veronica said “How to treat bites and stings if you're stuck in nature. I am such a dunderhead, I can't believe I forgot until now!” Veronica stood up and dropped the last shreds of her shorts.

Sarah looked up hopefully. She was feeling very positively attuned toward her mother at the moment.

“What is it mom? Some herbal therapy? Did you see a medicinal plant? Aloe? Or pressure points? Is it Reiki? I've heard a lot about Reiki but I don't think it's real... what are you doing? Wait! What?”

Veronica straddled over her daughter who sat scratching her collarbone. Her bronze and pink pussy lips hung inches from Sarah's face, swaying in the breeze.

“Now sit still dear, I'll try to get it all over your itchy parts.”

“Get what? Mom... wait!”

Veronica relaxed her muscles and rolled her eyes back. She reached down and pulled her pussy open, showing the shiny pink meat. Sarah could see into the large oblong hole, and just above it a pinprick of a hole tensed and quivered. 

“Mom, No! That's for jellyfish not ants and...”

A stream of golden liquid streamed out and hit Sarah full in the face. The stream went into her open mouth and down her throat. When she turned her head it hit the lenses of her glasses like a pressure washer, splashing urine back on Veronica's pussy and thighs. The salty piss flowed down Sarah's neck and shoulders, as she sputtered coughed and gagged. Without thinking, Sarah lowered her head and the stream soaked her hair and cascaded down her back like a waterfall.   

 “Sweetheart, I told you to hold still. But I suppose I needed to get your hair anyway-- those bugs must have crawled into your scalp.  Now lean back and let me get your front.”

Sarah wasn't following directions so much as squirming and sputtering blindly. Still she leaned back and arched her back, large perky nipples pointing up to the sky. Veronica sprayed onto those glistening tits-- She smiled as she remembered the scene in Flashdance-- and trudged slowly forward, soaking Sarah's tummy, hips and legs. She stopped just shy of the socks, which Sarah had said didn't get any critters in them, and walked back up. Sarah was right, Veronica really had drunk too much water. The contents of her bladder pooled up on the solid rock surface, with a thin stream winding its way to the edge of the mountain.

Veronica could see for the first time that they were on an open mountain side. It was a rocky outcrop of granite four meters across and four meters deep. It was surrounded by dense evergreen trees with just a small path which they had come in on. It was a beautiful view which Veronica imagined would be even better if they walked to the edge and looked out over the valley. But they had to deal with Sarah's problem first. Veronica's piss stream began to sputter, and she squeezed to get out the rest. 

“Mom, As I...” A spray of piss hit Sarah's face and open mouth. She closed her mouth in a grimace, and sat stoically, waiting out the last arhythmic squirts of urine. She slowly opened her eyes.

“As I was saying, before you interrupted me in the rudest possible way. Pee is a treatment for Jellyfish stings, which are nothing like ant bites or bee stings, or yellow fly bites or raccoon scratches or bear maulings or anything that can happen ON THE SIDE OF A MOUNTAIN!!”

“Are you sure darling? I don't think that's right. I distinctly remember reading about it in a magazine. I think it was Scientific American, or maybe National Geographic. Maybe it was a magazine in my Dermatologist's office. Dermatologists know all about this sort of thing.”

“Are you sure it wasn't an episode of Friends?”

“Hmmm. Now that you mention it, Friends was on in the waiting room at my dermatologist.”

“I would return the favor and piss all over YOUR hair and into YOUR mouth, but you drank all the water out of MY water bottle, and I'm too parched to piss anything.”

“Now, Now sweetie, is that any way to talk to the woman who gave you life? And after I've been doing everything a good mother would do to help her child. I rubbed the anti-itch cream off of my own body to help you. I held you, I comforted you, I scratched in all your, ahem, hard to reach areas.” 

Veronica dropped her voice several decibels. “I licked your asshole,” she whispered.

“No! That map tells us which trail to take down to get to our cabin. Without it I don't know which way to go.”

“Couldn't we walk down the way we came and call Dad to come get us?” Sarah asked.  “There was an emergency courtesy phone at the trailhead.”

“We are NOT calling your father for help,” Veronica snapped, “I said we were hiking to the cabin ourselves and that is what we are going to do.”  Veronica buttoned up her flannel shirt, took a gulp from the water bottle and looked sternly up the tree. Sarah glanced at the bottle.

“Mom! You drank all the water already? I barely got more than a few sips,”

“I was thirsty dear, besides, it isn't that far down to the cabin, I don't think, and there is bound to be a water fountain nearby.  I'll just climb up and get our map. It will tell us where to get all the water you want.”

“Are you sure this is a good idea? If we just go back to the phone and call dad...”

“We are not giving up and calling for help. This family is not a bunch of quitters and beggars. We take care of ourselves. Can you imagine what would have happened if Winston Churchill had said during World War II: 'This is too hard, we'd better call for help.'  I'd be speaking German.”

“Well, actually,” Sarah said, “America...”

“We are self-reliant and we are doing it ourselves. Now give me a boost up to that first branch.”

Sarah put her interlocked hands out and squatted. She wished her friend Gwen were here. Gwen was much more athletic and could climb that tree easily.  But Sarah knew not to say this in the midst of one of her mother's lectures about toughening up. Veronica stepped into Sarah's hands and climbed up as Sarah pushed her. Veronica grabbed the branch with her hands and tried to scurry up, her legs flailing behind her. 

“Hey now, watch it!” Sarah screamed. Veronica's feet kicked her in the tits and her hips bumped into Sarah's face.  Sarah turned and got an ass to the jaw. She pushed up on the butt and opened her eyes. Her Mother's khaki shorts were even shorter than Sarah's and Sarah had a handful of them, causing them to skew and ride up.  Sarah could see one thing quite clearly...

“Oh My God Mom!  You aren't wearing any panties!”  The shorts were pulled to the side pushing on Veronica's outer labia, causing it to puff up. The pink inner lips were extended beyond them, hanging out of the shorts. A bit of dark stubble was visible on the outer pussy lips showing that Veronica hadn't groomed herself for this trip. It had probably been a few days. Her ample, round ass cheeks were coming out of the bottom of the shorts and jiggling at the crease where her ass met her legs. 

“Well quit looking up my minge and give me a bloody push then!”

“I can't get a grip,” Sarah grunted as she repositioned herself, but her hand slipped and Veronica's exposed pussy rubbed across her nose and mouth. After a long  walk the smell was mostly sweat, but through the salt Sarah tasted a telltale bitterness.

“Oh gross mom!  You're creaming!” Sarah could see the white substance on either side of her mom's opening where the pussy met the taint.  From the smear she could tell that a white streak had gotten onto her face. “You got it on me!”

“I can't help it, you've got a hand on my ass, and the way you're gripping my shorts keeps rubbing the inseam across my clit.”

“Okay, mom, I'm going to give you one more solid push and you've got to pull yourself up onto the branch. 1...2....3... GO!”

Sarah gave her mom's pillowy ass a push then reached down to the legs and gave another, then she grabbed her mother's feet and held them up. Veronica was able to pull herself up to the waist. She lifted her right leg to get a purchase on the branch. This time Sarah could see up her Mom's shorts from the rear. They were all the way up her crack, and with the leg out to the side and straining, she could see a squinting butthole tensing and relaxing. With a final effort, Veronica pushed herself up the branch and stood up.

“I can't believe you went on an entire hike without panties,” Sarah yelled. “Your sweaty cooze rubbed all over your shorts for half an hour. I suppose you had to rub Benadryl lotion on your snatch too.” 

“Well yes I did, as a matter of fact. It was getting a bit irritated.  And stop using all those crass words, a little adversity is no call to be vulgar.”

“Excuse me! My own mother just rubbed her pussy juice all over my face and in in my mouth.”

“I apologize. Long car trips can get hot, so I didn't wear any undergarments. I didn't think to pull them on when we stopped for the hike.”

“Just get the map so we can move along.”

“Now,” Veronica said, “I can just climb up these branches like a ladder, and I'll be up to the map in no time.” She grabbed the next branch at waist level, pushed herself up and stood on top of it.  She did this again four more times until she was about twenty feet in the air.  “I can almost reach the map from here.” She stretched for it. “Just need to lift up on this branch.”

“Be careful mom, the branches up there look a little thin...” Sarah could hear a cracking noise, but her mother was too concentrated on the map inches from her outstretched fingers.

“Got it!” she exclaimed. “Now I can... whoops, oh my... AAAHHHH!” 

As soon as Veronica got the map in her fist, the branch gave way and she fell into the branch below her. It broke as well, sending her tumbling into one branch after the other in a cacophony of screams, cracking wood and torn clothes.

“Oh no, Mom,” Sarah screamed and tried to position herself to catch her mother.  But Veronica was too big, and had too much momentum. She crashed into Sarah, sending her stumbling into a mound of dirt. Veronica bounced off Sarah, hit the ground and rolled off the downhill side.

“Sarah, are you okay?” Veronica called out as she climbed back onto the trail. She could see that her flannel shirt was hanging up in the tree. It had been pulled loose and the buttons must have popped off. She looked down and could see the gray tank top had been split all the way down the middle and one shoulder had torn off.  Her boobs were hanging out completely. They were a little red, but amazingly there was no blood on them and the skin of her torso was completely unbroken. There were some scratches on her arm and she could feel some on her face. She could taste the blood on her lip. When she stood up and took a step, she could see another problem. The button had pulled off her shorts and her zipper had torn all the way down and then some. Her pussy was hanging out and when she reached behind her, she could tell the back was split as well and a breeze was blowing up her backside.

“Oh dear, I don't know how I'm going to... Sarah you might have to loan me your shirt and shorts and hike down the mountain in your panties; I can't go anywhere like this. Sarah? Sarah, can you hear me?”

Sarah was sitting in a pile of dirt. The red earth was all in her once pristine white shirt and shorts. She put her hand slowly to her head and groaned like she was just coming to.

“Uhh, what did you... OUCH! What just...? OUCH! Something bit... OUCH! ANTS!! You knocked me into an antbed!” Sarah frantically brushed off her body, trying fruitlessly to get the ants off.

“Now it is hardly my fault,” Veronica protested, “How could I...?”

“What's that noise?” Sarah interrupted. She stopped flailing and concentrated on the sound.  “Ohmigod! You hit a hornets' nest!” She became even more frantic shaking her arms in the air and twirling her hair.

“Quick, run into the clearing!” Veronica said. Sarah sprinted out into the opening. The red-brown dirt gave way to hard rocks. Sarah still was screaming and slapping her skin.

Veronica ran after her. “Take off your clothes, they're covered in ants and stingers!” Sarah and Veronica tore them off and threw them into the air.  “Your bra too, they are all inside it.” Sarah took the bra off and stepped out of her panties. Somehow they hadn't gotten into her hiking socks or shoes.

“Get them off! Get them off!” Sarah yelled.  Veronica flicked the ants off her daughter's bare skin, going up and down her body until the were all gone. Sarah sat on a rock and squeezed herself scratching her boobs maniacally.

So Sarah knew immediately this argument was not simply over a matter of when to go on a hike. For one thing, her mother, while quite active, was not what anyone would call outdoorsy. In fact when they planned this trip a few weeks ago, Henry had wanted to camp in a tent under the stars, but Veronica insisted on a cabin with full amenities including air conditioning. And Henry was not the type to follow directions explicitly.  He was usually up for changing plans and winging it.  He had no qualms about throwing out the instructions for IKEA furniture and ending up with a monstrosity built from two book shelves, a lamp, and a chair.

They were trying to prove their dominance.  At some point in the past week Henry had probably done something to piss off Veronica and she had decided he needed to be put in his place. Henry in turn thought he should assert his manliness and show he was the head of this household. How they picked this moment and this manner of argument was beyond fathoming.

“Go ahead; be boring. I can do whatever I want, without you. Let me out at this next car park.” She read off of a trail map, “Lookout trail, moderate difficulty, one hour hike. Sounds perfect.  Jackie honey, take out your headphones. Don't you want to go on a hike with mummy? We don't need daddy and his stupid boring visitor center. This trail offshoot leads to the cabins. Daddy can fill out his boring forms and we can walk right up to our cabin, exercised and enlightened.”

“Wellllll....” Jack dithered, “The brochure says the visitor center has wifi, and I need to download some new levels for my game. I'm about to beat the last one. And there is a rumor they are going to release a new character skin today.  Besides, my phone is going to run out of batteries soon. I'm at twelve percent, so I'd really rather go somewhere I can recharge”

“Fine,” Veronica pouted, “Sarah, are you going to come or do you want to play with your silly old phone rather than spend some time with the woman who brought you into this world and experience the wonders of nature? I don't need any of you. I can hike and have the nature and the wildlife and the enlightenment all to myself.”  

Sarah really did want to recharge her phone and take advantage of some wifi, as well. However, when Veronica ventured out on her own, she had a knack for finding herself in the oddest of situations. Sarah had to help her mom out of some of those situations, usually with nothing but a “don't tell your father,” as a thank-you.  Furthermore, if she felt poorly used by her family,Veronica could start playing the martyr. When the sulking, the crying, the self-pity and the guilt trips started, Jack and Henry were rarely the targets. Veronica, despite not having much in common with Sarah, felt the Mother-Daughter bond was supposed to be sacred. So it was Sarah who took the brunt of Veronica's campaign of emotional terrorism. That was not something Sarah could tolerate out here in the land of shoddy internet service.

“Sure Mom, I'd love too,” Sarah said with a chipperness she didn't feel, which everyone would have noticed if they'd cared to pay attention. Which they didn't.  Henry pulled into the small parking area and put the car in park.  Rather than help his wife and daughter gather their hiking supplies, he gritted his teeth and gripped the wheel. Jack kept playing on his phone.

Sarah and Veronica got out of the car and readied for the hike.  Sarah pulled on thick gray knee high hiking socks with her gray high top hiking boots with purple details. She was already wearing white pleated short shorts with rolled up hem line.  She pulled off her red Super Mario travel shirt to reveal her shiny purple bra which she quickly covered with a white three-quarter sleeve button-up. Sarah strapped her pink backpack over both shoulders and turned her back so Veronica could stuff supplies inside.

Veronica put in a couple of granola bars, a compass and a first aid kit.  She stuffed a one liter water bottle in Sarah's side bottle holder. She put up her hair with some pins and topped it with a wide brimmed olive boonie hat. Veronica briefly glared at Henry, slammed the car door and set off down the trail without saying goodbye. Sarah followed.

Soon Sarah noticed Veronica was possibly not dressed as well as she could be for the task at hand. Technically, her sandals were made for hiking, but Sarah knew they hadn't been broken in and would rub blisters on Veronica's feet in no time. Her khaki shorts were similar to Sarah's own, and her dark red unbuttoned flannel shirt would keep her warm in the shade and could come off if the temperature rose. But the real problem Sarah noticed was that her mom was wearing a gray tank top with no bra. Veronica had truly massive boobs and Sarah, who had a very large chest herself, knew they would bounce around the entirety of the walk and drive Veronica crazy. Worst of all ,Veronica's nipples were visibly poking through the shirt and would soon be scoured raw. Indeed, twenty minutes into the hike Veronica had to call for a break and immediately stuffed her hands under her shirt and caressed her nipples.

“Sarah, baby, can you massage Mummy's feet? That horrid sweaty salesman at the shop didn't say these sandals would hurt.”

“Why didn't you buy regular hiking boots? My feet are fine.”

“And look like a construction worker? Only plebians wear boots.  Besides, these show off my pedicure. Aren't my nails gorgeous?”

Veronica's dusty toes were painted bright red and glittered in the light. Sarah already knew this decision to go on a hike was a last second choice born of her mother's desire to annoy her father, so she didn't need to see a pedicure to prove it. With a deep groan of relief, Veronica sat down on a trailside bench carved from a large downed tree. She pulled off her flannel, turned sideways and leaned back with her feet up.

“Now come do Mummy's footsies.” She patted the bench and smiled at Sarah. Veronica might be regretting her choices, but she would never admit that. Keep a stiff upper lip and carry on. It was infuriating. Sarah sat down and Veronica put her legs in Sarah's lap.

Sarah carefully unstrapped the sandals and pulled them off.  Faint lines remained where the straps had been, both from where the dust had settled and where the sun had started to tan the exposed skin. Sarah took Veronica's left foot in her hands and pressed firmly on the bottom of the arch, pressing with her thumbs until the muscle gave way. She held the ankle steady and pushed up on the bottom of the toes, bending them back. Veronica moaned, “Thank you baby.” Sarah looked at how irritated the skin was and decided something must be done.

“Your skin is really getting raw. We better put something on it.” She reached into the backpack she had set beside her and pulled out a tube of anti-inflammatory cream from the first aid kit. “This Benadryl cream will keep your feet from getting too bad.” Sarah squirted some cream onto her fingers. She individually caressed each toe working down to the webbing and back up again. She squeezed the bulb of the toes to work the tension out. Then she applied the cream where the sandal straps had begun to abrade the skin, to the heel, and up the ankle.

Veronica had taken off her flannel and had her hands up her tank top, squeezing her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, “That's it sweetie,” she cooed, “that's why Mummy loves you.” Sarah switched to the other foot and did the same thing to it while Veronica squeezed her thighs and rubbed them against each other. “Can I get some of that cream, darling?”

“Sure thing.” Sarah handed the tube over. Veronica put some on the fingers of her left hand and rubbed them with the right. Then she reached back up her shirt and applied the cream liberally. “Why on Earth are you dressed like that?” Sarah asked, somewhat accusingly. “You can't hike without a bra. Your boobs are going to beat you into a bruised pulp.”