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In the master bedroom at the condo, Stephanie was feeling very sleepy, almost ready to drop off. After three wonderful orgasms she was completely sated, exhausted but quite happy in spite of any moral reservations she might have. Perhaps it wasn’t right to masturbate in bed with a 7-year-old girl — and not only to masturbate with her, of course, but to do it while the child was sucking her nipples. Yipes!
Smiling to herself, Stephanie thought, well, maybe it’s not right, but I don’t know, who can say? Anyway, it just felt so incredibly good, she’d do it again in a heartbeat. And maybe in the morning they would, she thought with a chuckle. How nice that would be… right now, though, she was really looking forward to falling fast asleep.
She yawned and lightly stroked Jordan’s back as the little girl snuggled beside her. She felt so warm and comfortable, just about ready to float away.
The only problem was, Jordan was fidgety. She kept squirming and sighing. She didn’t seem sleepy at all.
“Honey, are you okay?” Stephanie whispered groggily. “Do you need to go to the toilet or something?”
“No, um, but… can we do Pony-Pony?”
“Pony-Pony, what’s that?”
“It’s a game. Nanna showed it to me. Can I do it with you?”
Although it was late, far past her bedtime, Jordan really needed something. When she sucked the lady’s big nipples it felt so good and then the lady rubbed herself and it smelled so good and now she needed just one more thing before she could go to sleep.
“Well, sweetie, we can’t play a game now, not when it’s so late.”
But Jordan had such an urge. She needed it. “Just for a minute? I can do it fast I think.”
The little girl didn’t know how to masturbate yet. All her orgasms came through sexual contact with her mother, Stacie, or her grandmother, Carol, the woman she called Nanna. She hadn’t played Pony-Pony with anyone else except them, but she wanted to do it now with this lady, her aunt, whatever her name was. It was almost like her mother’s name, Stofie or something, she just couldn’t remember. But she knew how good it would feel to play the game with her and she needed it!
“Please can we? It’s easy.”
“I…… can’t you just go to sleep?”
“No.”
“Well, what kind of game is it?”
“I can show you, okay?”
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Under the sheets in the third bedroom, Jordan’s mother and grandmother cuddled together. They’d just finished making love and were holding each other, softly kissing, sharing the taste of pussy juice on their lips and in their mouths. Stacie and Carol kissed and nuzzled and murmured endearments to one another for a minute or two, and then soon they were drifting off into sleep.
In the other bed in the same room, Veronica was hugging her daughter Hailey, squeezing her tightly. Her heart was still beating fast. Only a few minutes earlier she’d experienced a huge orgasm, one of the strongest she could ever remember, as she’d held the child’s hand in hers and rubbed Hailey’s fingers against her clit. It was so wrong, so unthinkable — and yet so fucking hot.
As her breathing finally slowed, Veronica did her best to convince herself that perhaps it wasn’t really wrong. Perhaps it was simply natural, women and girls having fun together, getting excited, sharing pleasure, and what did it matter if they were related? Had any harm been done? Well, she wasn’t sure about that yet. How did Hailey feel?
She kissed the little blonde’s forehead, tasting salty sweat. There wasn’t much doubt that Hailey also had become aroused, or at least had appeared to, and she’d certainly made no attempt to resist when Veronica used her hand to masturbate. But how was she doing now? What was she thinking about?
“Baby girl?” Veronica whispered.
“Yeah?”
“How are you doing? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Well, um, do you, was it okay, I mean, did it bother you? What I did? You know, holding your hand that way, and uh, and rubbing it on me?”
“It was okay. But, um, Mom?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Was that sex? Did you and me, like, have sex, kinda the way you and Mommy do?”
“Well,” Veronica chuckled, “I suppose you could call it sex, although it was mostly one way. Just me sort of using you to get off.”
She realized that Hailey, at only 8 years old, likely would not understand what those words meant, let alone the concepts they referred to. She should simplify things.
“Let’s just say that it was… love, okay? I love you, and we were kissing, and I got really excited and, well, I made myself feel very good, and you helped me. Okay?” She kissed her forehead again.
“Okay…” Hailey yawned and snuggled in closer. “G’night, Mom.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
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Holly, Hailey’s twin sister, was still awake in the next bedroom.
Not long after she finished doing that master-thing, Kelly had rolled onto her back and then fallen asleep beside her. She’d never really shown Holly how to do it, like she said she would, which was too bad. Oh well, maybe she could show her later, another time. And anyway Holly had sort of seen how she did it, just rubbing herself a lot down there. She couldn’t see all of it, though, because they were kissing at the same time, which was awesome. And it was cool the way Kelly got so excited and the way she had so much of that nice-smelling wet stuff on her fingers, just totally amazing!
In fact, maybe… Holly moved her hand down onto the sheet between them. Yep, she was right, there definitely was a big wet spot there. It felt kind of gooey and slippery. She brought her fingers up to her face, taking a long sniff, and then licked them. It tasted really really good. Tomorrow she’d have to tell Hailey all about it, about everything they did.
Then she wondered what Hailey was doing, wondered if she was already asleep. Probly, ‘cuz it really was late. She remembered that Hailey was gonna ask Mom if they could kiss in bed. I hope they did, Holly thought. Then she can tell me about that, and I’ll tell her about Kelly and what we did, and…… she slipped away into dreamland.
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“So, you said it wouldn’t take long to play this game?” Stephanie murmured, sleepily. She was still in a post-orgasmic stupor, feeling almost drunk, wanting to just drift off. But it seemed the little girl wouldn’t take no for an answer. “How long?”
“I don’t know,” Jordan shrugged, “but pretty fast.”
“What sort of game is it?”
“A fun one.”
“All right, well, uh, how do you play it?”
“I can show you how. Um, first you have to lift up your leg though.” Jordan sat up and began tugging on Stephanie’s right leg, the one across from where the girl was sitting, trying to pull it up.
“What? Why?”
“That’s how you play.”
“What kind of game is this??” Stephanie giggled. She went along, though, allowing the child to raise her leg until it was pointing almost straight up. But then, to her shock, Jordan climbed on top of Stephanie’s other leg, mounting her, bringing their naked pussies together. Oh my god, Jordan wanted to trib with her!!!
“Wait! Hold it! What are you doing? You can’t — ?!” she almost shouted, pushing herself up.
“This is how you play…” Jordan looked hurt and scared. “Don’t get mad.”
“No, honey, it’s, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you, but, but… but what kind of…”
And then suddenly it clicked. Stephanie came out of her haze and realized what it all meant. Earlier, when she’d allowed Jordan to suck her nipples, she’d been so captivated by lust and desire, so deeply immersed in her coming-true fantasy of sex with a little girl that it was almost as though it was happening to another person, or as if it wasn’t really her, only a dream she was having.
Now, however, she finally understood. Veronica had been right all along. There was something going on within the O’Neill family, between Carol and her daughter Stacie and even with Jordan, Stacie’s child. A girl her age wouldn’t suck and fondle a woman’s nipples — or, heaven forbid, want to trib with her — unless she’d been taught to do so. And obviously that’s what had happened. In fact…
“Sweetie, did you say before that, uh, that your Nanna taught you how to play this game?”
“Uh-huh,” the little girl nodded, smiling.
“And you play it with her?”
“Uh-huh, a lot, and with my mommy too. But, oh, I forgot, I’m not s’posed to talk about it.”
“You’re not? Why?”
As soon as Stephanie voiced the question, she knew the answer. It was perfectly obvious.
“Um, ‘cuz Mommy says…” Jordan began.
“Never mind, I understand. It’s all right, honey.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“No, no, of course I’m not, sweetheart. I’m not mad at you at all.”
“Good. Then can we play?”
Stephanie didn’t respond right away. She was still sitting up, leaning on her hands, and she wasn’t sure what to think or how she should feel. Right now she was, well, she was all sorts of things at the same time: stunned, amazed, curious, and yes, she was very aroused!
So should she? Should she really allow the child to do what she wanted to do? Probably not, said the sane part of her mind. But the temptation was simply too great.
“Okay, so… if we’re gonna play this fun game, honey, what do we do next?”
“You just stay there. You lay down, and then I ride pony on the pony.”
“You ride…… all right, well, why don’t you show me how then.” Stephanie lay back down, placing her hands on her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She winked at the girl.
Jordan rewarded her with a huge smile. She looked so happy, so cute, with those big brown eyes and her slim little body tanned from the sun. Nothing on her chest, of course, not even bumps yet. Just flat nipples. Stephanie was feeling very excited — it was so forbidden, to be having sexual thoughts about such a young, pre-pubescent girl. And not only having thoughts about her, but actually having sex with her in real life!
Before starting, however, Jordan frowned and said, “Um… I know you’re the mommy for Holly and Hailey, and for Kelly. You’re my aunt.”
Stephanie nodded, slightly puzzled. “That’s right, sweetie.”
“Okay, but — what’s your name?”
Delighted, the woman laughed, “You don’t remember? Oh, you’re so adorable. My name is Stephanie.”
“Oh yeah,” Jordan grinned, “I knew it was something like that.”
And then, without saying another word, the child set to work. First she looked down between their legs, making sure to position her little pussy exactly where she wanted it, and then the little brunette started to move, just very slowly at the beginning, only a tiny shifting of her body on top of Stephanie’s, and then bit by bit increasing the pace… she slid up and down and side to side and in a gentle rotating motion too… she closed her eyes, concentrating, as if she were trying to reach a certain spot, make the perfect connection.
Oh, Jesus, it felt so damn good. Stephanie closed her eyes as well, and laid her head back, enjoying the erotic sensations. She and her partner Veronica loved tribbing and they did it frequently. But it was different for them, most often a hot, sweaty, frenzied banging in the dark until one or both came. They were so experienced and so used to each other that they usually didn’t take the time to achieve such a precise, intimate, one-to-one meeting between their two clits. That’s what Jordan had done, though, and it was heaven.
Stephanie licked her lips and pinched her nipples, shaking her head in amazement. She could hardly believe it was happening — a little girl, a 7-year-old, was tribbing with her, they were having sex, pussy to pussy, clit to clit, the child’s erect pink nub rubbing on Stephanie’s larger, fully engorged clitoris — and damn, if she wasn’t getting close already!
It was just so goddamn hot, Jordan was fucking her, this hot little girl was going to make her come, pushing her sweet hairless pussy into Stephanie’s cunt, and she said she’d done the same thing with her mommy and her Nanna!!
When she thought about that, when she realized that this was not the first time for Jordan, not at all, that she’d been having lesbian sex, lesbian incest with her mother and her grandmother, it suddenly shot Stephanie over the top.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck yes!!!”
Jordan opened her eyes, smiling. Usually this didn’t happen. Sometimes it did, except usually she was first, or they would both be together. But this was nice. It was fun watching Stephanie, seeing the way she moaned and grabbed her boobies and squeezed them so hard. And she liked hearing her say those bad words. It meant she was really feeling good. That’s what her mommy said.
“God… god… my god…” Stephanie panted, her sudden unexpected climax quickly receding. She raised her head and looked at Jordan, grinning sheepishly.
“You made me come, honey.”
“I know.” Jordan returned the grin.
“But, did you… you didn’t, uh, finish yet, did you?”
“Uh-uh, not yet.”
“Do you want to?”
“Is it okay? Can I?”
“Of course you can, baby. You can do anything you want with me,” Stephanie chuckled. “Is, uh, is there something you want me to do, to help you?”
“No, I can do it. Um, just a minute.”
The little girl closed her eyes again. Stephanie’s cunt was now awash with warm fluids, fully lubricated. That made the connection between their clits even more intimate, it seemed, and even more stimulating for both of them.
Jordan began moving faster right away.
“Ride the pony, ride the pony,” Stephanie heard the child whispering, apparently to herself. She was breathing hard, rocking her hips back and forth, almost like she was — oh, of course, like she was on a rocking horse, riding a pony. Only she was riding Stephanie, fucking her pussy, and Jesus Christ it was just so hot watching her, this little girl having sex with her, it was so hot, and — omigod, Stephanie thought, am I really going to come again, already?
Squeezing her eyes shut, scrunching her face, riding riding riding, yes, oh good, here it comes, here it comes. Jordan could feel it happening, that feeling she loved so much, here it comes, here it comes — NOW!!!
They climaxed together.
Continue on to Chapter 36
Right girl ride that pony for all your worth
Just so f***ing hot Naughty Mommy.