When Emily finally finished climaxing, I slowly slid off her and nestled against her side. I lifted my hand from her crotch and smelled and then licked her sweet juices. I kissed the side of her naked breast, and then as I sensed that she was regaining awareness, I asked, in a tiny voice, “Mommy, is it okay if I suck on your nipple? Please?”
“Ohh… oh, my little baby, is that what you want?”
“Yes, Mommy.” I scooted up a little and took her breast in my hand, lifting it and pointing the nipple toward my mouth.
I made sure she was watching me, then extended my tongue and licked the nipple. I ran my tongue all around it, feeling it harden. I flicked the end of my tongue over the tip and felt her shiver with excitement. Then I smiled and whispered, “Mommy,” before closing my mouth over her erect nipple. I sucked like a baby would, shutting my eyes and enjoying the matchless pleasure of having a sexy woman’s breast in my mouth. I felt Emily’s hands petting my head, stroking my hair, and I heard her murmur her daughter’s name.
After giving the same loving attention to her other nipple, I moved up slightly on the bed, kissing her chest, her throat, her chin, and then her mouth. She pulled me close and we kissed deeply for the first time. She wrapped her arms around me, holding my body tight against hers.
As we kissed, I mounted her leg, rubbing my crotch — still covered by Kathy’s panties — against Emily’s thigh. I moved harder and faster, feeling the growing pressure in my center that warned of an impending orgasm. But I wasn’t ready to come yet.
Breaking the kiss, I said, “Mommy? Would you take off my nightgown, please?”
“Oh, yes, honey. Of course.” Emily reached down and pulled the little yellow nightie up and over my head.
I had to sit up slightly to allow her to do that, and this allowed Emily to see my breasts for the first time. They really are tiny, not much more than bumps, and this seemed to be exactly what Emily was hoping for.
“Oh, you’re so beautiful,” she said. “Just like a little girl.”
“But I am a little girl, Mommy,” I reminded her.
“Yes, that’s right,” she smiled.
“Do you like my boobies?”
“Oh, yes I do. They’re so sweet.” She tentatively extended a hand and rubbed her fingers over one breast, surrounding but not quite touching the stiff nipple. “Is it okay… Kathy… if I kiss your little nipples?”
“Yes, Mommy, but first —”
She looked up at me, unsure what I was going to say.
“First would you take off my panties, so I can be naked like you?”
“Oh, of course, darling!”
I lifted my hips so she could tug my (Kathy’s!) panties down, and I helped her pull them all the way off. Then I nestled down on top of her, brushing my erect nipples over hers.
“Thank you, Mommy, that’s better,” I said. “Now you can kiss my nipples if you want to.”
As Emily took my hard nipples into her mouth, first one then the other, I cooed softly but at the same time I resumed humping her leg. Actually it was more like humping her hip or her waist, since I’m so short. But my clit was excited and any sort of pressure, of rubbing skin against warm skin, felt really good.
When she finished with both of my nipples, I slid down far enough so we could kiss again, and I also positioned my pussy directly over hers. We held each other close, moving tongues into mouths, and I gently lowered my wet cunt onto Emily’s. While kissing her and while rubbing my hands over her breasts, I began pressing my mound into hers. I did this very slowly, almost imperceptibly, so that as I gradually began increasing the pressure and quickening my movements, it caught her by surprise when she suddenly realized that I was actually fucking her with my cunt. (This is one of my special ways of pleasing women.)
“Mmm, oh, Col — I mean, Kathy, what are you doing?”
“Is it okay, Mommy?” I asked, without slowing my motion at all. “This just feels nice to me.”
“Yes, yes — yes, of course, it’s all right!” As she realized what was happening, Emily reached down and clamped her hands over my small bottom, intensifying the rhythm and pulling me harder against her.
“Do you like it, Mommy? Do you like it when I rub myself against you this way?”
“Uh-huh, I do. I love it, Kathy. I love what you’re doing.” Emily opened her long legs wide apart and then wrapped them around me. “Come on, baby! Fuck Mommy’s pussy!”
We moved together, two women locked in a passionate lesbian embrace, breast against breast, cunt against cunt, synchronized in an erotic dance that was bringing us both quickly toward a climax.
I licked and sucked her neck, kissing and biting, tasting her salty sweat. She clawed at my ass, digging her fingernails into me, wanting to fuse my pussy with hers.
“Mommy, I’m —” I grunted, “I’m getting close —”
“Come on, baby! Come on, Kathy! Come for Mommy! Come on Mommy’s pussy!”
Hearing that made me explode over the edge. I’d been holding back so long, waiting for this precious release, that when I finally came it was volcanic. I was conscious enough of the situation to remember about not waking the real Kathy, but my orgasm was so intense, so powerful, it seemed it would never end. Waves of pleasure kept surging through me, spasms of excitement forcing me to thrust my mound harder and harder into hers.
And Emily came too.
“Kathy!” she cried out loudly, until I quieted her by pulling her face against my neck.
Arching her pelvis, the older woman lifted us both off the bed, then slammed us down again into the mattress, our sexes mashing together, juices mingling, sweaty bodies sliding hotly against each other.
We came together, multiple simultaneous orgasms, one after the other. Just as one of us seemed almost finished, the other would come again and more orgasms would burst over us.
I don’t know how long it lasted or how many times we came. But at last, at long last, the two of us were spent, and we quivered together, trembling in an acutely aware, heated post-coital glow. It truly was like nothing I’d felt before.
This was the greatest sex of my life, up until then, anyway. There would be many more highs to come, but nothing would ever top this first experience with Emily, playing little girl lesbian incest with her.
I wasn’t through, however.
Several minutes passed, and it seemed we both might be ready to fall asleep, but I wanted more. When it comes to a sexy woman like Emily, I always want more!
I gradually began slithering down, sliding my body over hers. Lubricated by our warm sweat, it was easy for me to gently lower myself past her breasts, pausing briefly to kiss each nipple, then down over her belly, kissing my way lower and lower, savoring the sweetness of her soft feminine skin until my shoulders were between her shapely thighs and my mouth had reached her mound.
“Mommy?” I said in that little girl voice. “Mommy, can I kiss you here?”
“Oh, Kathy, please kiss me there!”
So I gently kissed her trimmed pubic hair. I kissed the inside of her thighs and licked her there. I rubbed my forehead in her sex, letting her copious juices coat my brow, then brought my lips to meet her lips. I kissed Emily’s swollen labia, licked her softly, tasted her. And I heard her speak to me.
“Kathy… Kathy, kiss Mommy’s pussy. That’s my good little girl, kiss Mommy right down there…”
I kissed her there again and again, the way I would kiss a woman’s mouth. My tongue came out and slithered between her lips, feeling for the soft center of her. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, burying my face in her womanliness.
“Oh, Kathy, yes, put your little tongue inside me!”
With my nose, I opened her labia and slid my mouth up and down through her slit, extending my tongue to flick lightly over her clitoris, then lowered my hungry lips to her opening, fastening my mouth over her pussy, thrusting my tongue up inside her cunt as far as it would go.
“Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mommy with your tongue!”
I did as I was told, and as I did, I found myself back fully inside the fantasy. I was her 11-year-old daughter, Kathy. I was that little girl who, instead of sleeping in her room down the hall, was here in bed with her mother, tongue-fucking her, eating her cunt, trying to make her come in her mouth.
“Mommy,” I mumbled through the suffocating wetness of her pussy, “Mommy, you taste so good.”
Emily’s hands were on my head now, holding my hair, shoving my face into her.
“Yes, baby, that’s right! Make Mommy come! You want — you want Mommy to come in your mouth? Kathy? You want me to — COME — IN — AAHHHHH!!!”
She came in torrents, it seemed, wetness pouring out of her, running down my face and onto the bed. I tried to drink her, to take it in and swallow as much as I could. I kept my tongue moving deep inside her as she arched her back, forcing her sex into my mouth. Then, just when she seemed almost ready to finish climaxing, I raised my mouth up a little and fastened my lips over her clit. At the same time, I slid three fingers inside Emily’s dripping pussy and fucked her as hard as I could.
I’ve got to say, this woman really got her money’s worth. I made her come again and again, but believe me, it didn’t feel like work. I loved what I was doing, loved eating her, loved bringing her to climax over and over again. And I especially loved playing the role of her little girl, her little Kathy, a tender thing just on the verge of puberty — but one who was, in fantasy as least, making her mother come in her mouth.
As Emily finally finished up another in a long series of orgasms (who could tell how many it had been by now?), I gently removed my fingers from her cunt, lovingly kissed her clit, and started sliding my body back up over hers until I was lying on top of her again, and we kissed.
We kissed and she tasted her juices on my mouth, on my lips, on my cheeks and my chin. She giggled and licked my face, tasting herself as she kissed me.
But I still wasn’t done.
I let her kiss me and play with me, whispering how much she loved her little Kathy and how happy she was to be close this way. After a few minutes, I pulled myself back a bit, shaping my mouth into a pout.
“Mommy, can I ask you a question?”
“Oh, my darling, of course. Ask me anything.”
“When I was kissing you down there,” I giggled and tried to blush like an actual 11-year-old might, “um, I started feeling kind of funny.”
I got up on my knees, straddling her, and pointed down at my crotch. “Right there.”
Emily smiled.
“Will you look at it and make sure everything is okay?” As I said this, I crawled forward, bringing my bald pussy nearer to her face. “Look close, Mommy, and tell me if it’s all right. Cuz it felt kinda funny.”
“What do you mean, ‘funny’, sweetheart?”
“Um, well, it was getting sort of hot and… and I think a little wet, too… so will you look at it?” I put my hands on either side of my pussy lips and slowly pulled them apart. Indeed, I was very wet. “Look closely at me, Mommy.”
I moved in until my sex was less than an inch from her face. I slipped two of my fingers down inside my slit and into my vagina, then spread them, opening my cunt to her view. “Look at me, Mommy. Look at your little girl.”
“Oh, Kathy…”
“Will you kiss me, Mommy? Kiss me there?”
Emily looked briefly up at me, smiling, then returned her gaze to my naked crotch.
“Yes, I’ll kiss you there, darling. I’d love to kiss you there.”
Raising her head from the pillow, the young mother brought her lips to meet my pussy — while pretending that I was her 11-year-old daughter, the little sweetheart who was asleep in her bed just down the hall. Cradling her head in my hands, I gazed down at the beautiful brunette, admired her delicate features, marveled at the amorous attention she was giving to my clit and my cunt, and felt so grateful that I could be here at this time to experience such an amazing session of lesbian lovemaking and take part in an extraordinary role-playing fantasy.
Making the connection between this lovely woman, Emily, with her face buried in my crotch, and the dream she was having — that it wasn’t actually me whose pussy she was eating, but the real Kathy, her barely pubescent daughter — having that deliciously perverse thought in my head while feeling her eager tongue probing deep inside my cunt, well, it brought me right up the the edge of orgasm very quickly.
Usually I pride myself on the strength of my control over my level of arousal, on my ability to raise and lower my reactions based on whatever is needed at the time to satisfy my client. But this time, with this fantasy and this woman living it out… I must admit that for one of the few times in my professional erotic career, I was totally overwhelmed by the sensation, and utterly lost control.
I felt the climax fast approaching, and while I might normally have tried to slow it down, this time I knew I was completely powerless against such an incredible surge of lust. I gave myself over to its power (though in reality I had no choice) and let it take me away. My thin white thighs clamped tight around Emily’s head as I gripped her hair in my hands and pulled her face hard against my sex. Shudders of orgasmic ecstasy swept through me, and I felt warm liquids flowing from my pussy into her mouth and spilling onto her cheeks.
I’m just a tiny girl, but at that point I’m sure I possessed near superhuman strength, and it’s a wonder I didn’t suffocate or drown the poor woman as I crammed her head deep into my crotch, almost willing her to be consumed by my wildly contracting vagina. I heard myself cry out in pleasure, and though I knew that I must be quiet so as not to wake the little girl, I could not stop. I shouted, screamed, cursed, bucking my cunt against Emily’s face, making myself come again and again and again as I swept my erect clit up and down across her lips and jammed my wet opening harder and harder onto her spearlike tongue.
It seemed to go on forever. I was barely conscious, as if in a trance, with the only two things that existed in the world being this woman’s mouth and my sex. Nothing else mattered. The orgasms multiplied and intensified, my juices flowed out from me in great spurts, and if it hadn’t been that I’d nearly blacked out we might still be going at it now, or at least until Kathy had awakened and found us, or until the police had come to arrest us. As it turned out, I never really made the choice to stop or even realized when it ended. All I know is that some point of maximum expression was reached and then I literally collapsed in a heap on top of Emily, losing all my muscle control, nothing left of me but a heaving, panting, sweating, moaning, and thoroughly satisfied girl.
She held me close, caressing me, kissing me, hugging me, saying her daughter’s name. She shifted onto her side and brought her face to mine, kissing me on the mouth, I tried to return the affection, but was so exhausted that I couldn’t really do much at all. But as she rained down kisses on my eyes, nose, cheeks, chin, and lips, I could smell and taste myself on Emily’s face.
At last it was enough. Gradually her kisses became softer, gentler, and less urgent. He caresses become slower and more tender. My breathing began to ease and soon we were just drifting, the two of us, in the wonderful blissful state of post-orgasmic lesbian heaven, Nothing like it, I believe, ever happens between a man and a woman. Something unique and unparalleled can exist between sexually active females that men, bless their stout hearts, can never know. When two or more girls and/or women have given themselves completely to each other and shared multiple mutual climaxes, the closeness is inexpressibly fine and beautiful.
I nearly fell asleep then, and it’s a good thing I didn’t. The tender closeness I felt with Emily was so comforting, so reassuring, that I’m sure I would not have stirred until morning — and then imagine what Kathy might have wondered upon discovering a strange naked girl in her mother’s bed!
Just before drifting off, I managed to rouse myself and slip out of Emily’s embrace without waking her. I dressed silently, then leaned over to kiss her on the cheek before I left (she’d paid me in advance by credit card so no cash had to be exchanged).
“Goodbye, my darling,” I whispered, knowing I would truly miss this woman if she never asked again for my services. As I began to straighten up, I felt her grab my wrist.
“Oh,” she said in a sleepy voice, “are you going?”
“Yes, I have to. But please, don’t get up. Go back to sleep.”
“Mmm,” she stretched languorously, the sheets slipping aside, her smooth skin glowing in the moonlight, shadows revealing her splendid form. I suddenly found myself aching to take her again, even though I’d already experienced as many orgasms in the previous few hours as I might normally over a few weeks.
Emily brought my hand to her mouth and kissed it. “Don’t go,” she said. “Stay with me.”
I sat on the bed next to her, leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Once, twice, a third time, and then — oh, it was so hard to resist, but reluctantly I pulled myself away.
“Go back to sleep, my love,” I whispered. “Sweet dreams.”
And I really meant to leave. But Emily wasn’t quite ready to say goodnight.
“Don’t go,” she repeated, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. I could feel the nipple hardening beneath my palm, and I saw her other hand sliding down between her legs. “Stay with me, just a little while longer.”
“Well…”
She lifted my hand to her mouth and sucked my fingers between her lips, lasciviously licking them, then returned my hand to her breast and rubbed the wet fingers over her stiff nipple. “Just a little longer.”
“No, I… I really should go.”
I could see her fingers moving faster between her legs. “It feels so good,” she sighed.
Against my will, I closed my hand around her breast, gently squeezing, then pulling upward to tweak her nipple.
“Mmm” she responded. Then I heard a wet squishing and slapping sound, which meant she was fucking herself with her fingers. “Ahhh… oooh… bend down close to me.”
I leaned over expecting a kiss, but she turned her mouth toward my ear. I could barely hear her, whispering quietly, almost as if to herself.
“When you… when you were sitting on my face… it was… it seemed just like… like it really was Kathy… and it was so… so perfect.” Then she shuddered and gasped and I knew she was coming. She turned on her side, toward me, her hand clutching mine as her body writhed in orgasm.
I waited with her, enjoying the experience of watching Emily make herself come, happy that I could be with her as she felt such delectable pleasure. And I found myself fantasizing again about Emily’s daughter, Kathy, wondering whether she had started masturbating yet, and what it might be like to watch her achieve climax. God, how I had come to lust after that little girl, though I’d never yet met her or even seen her.
When Emily was finished, she looked up at me and smiled, then moved my hand down between her legs, rubbing my fingers back and forth through her slit, coating them with her juices. “All right,” she said mischievously, “you can go now. Now that you’ve got something to remember me by.”
We both giggled at her naughtiness. Then I lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed it while at the same time licking her wetness from my own fingers. “Okay, lover,” I said. “I hope you’ll call me again.”
“Oh, I will!” she promised.
Very, very erotic!
I wonder what might happen if, during a subsequent rendezvous with “Kathy”, Emily’s noisy lovemaking actually does wake up the real Kathy? How might Emily react when she realizes that her daughter has witnessed her making love to another young girl while pretending that the girl is actually Kathy, her daughter? How might the daughter react to seeing her mother making love to another young girl while pretending it is her?
That’s a very good idea, gbin. Thanks!
I actually have written a Part Three to this story. I finished it a few months ago, but I’ve never been happy with it and decided not to post it at all. Your suggestion is much better than what I had, so maybe if I get some time I will work on that. Hugs to you! 🙂
If you’re stuck on chapter 3 I’d love to look at it and see if I can make it something you’d be happy with. I like rewriting and expanding works.
This is my new favorite story, at least until the next one. I wanna drop out of college and become a lesbian sex worker now! This really struck a chord because I am the same age and build as Colette just a little shorter. I have had past older lovers call me their daughters names and loved it. I just don’t think I have it in me to charge <3
Oh my! This is so exquisite, so delicious! I agree with gbin’s suggestions whole-heartedly 😀 But wow! Just, wow. Naughty Mommy, again I’m at the place where I can’t think coherently again because I’m so aroused!
ps My only complaint is that I only found this story because of hannah’s comment showing up; I can’t find a link for it on your story index page 🙁 I think the Bermuda Triangle was in full force on 4/5 May, since I didn’t see this story when you posted it, and you didn’t see my comment from the 5th on Showing Amanda 🙂
This story knocked me out of my seat. I’m still lying here, awkwardly typing from the floor. For sheer erotic punch, NM, this may well be your best. And the thought of a Part Three waiting in the wings… well, let’s say I won’t be getting back up for another few minutes. Well done!
DaughterLover, thank you for another heart-warming — and pussy-warming — comment about my stories! 😀
But re your complaint, which browser are you using? I just checked my author page on Chrome, on Firefox, and on Safari, and the Special Request story shows up fine, right at the top of the page, on all three browsers.
Wow, JetBoy, coming from you, that’s quite a compliment! I’m sure I will get around to writing a Part Three at some point, although it may not be soon. I’ve got too many other stories I’m still working on right now. 😉
Hi NM 🙂
I should have mentioned that I couldn’t find the story on your “Chapter Links” page (which is where I usually look). It is indeed on your main page (which I neglected to check – shame on me!). Regardless, I can assure you that it was worth digging for 😀
Note to self, check the author page first!
I thought your story was masterfully written and erotically sensational. The role playing was very effectively described with both characters entirely believable. The tension generated throughout by believing that the real Kathy was sleeping down the hallway (is she or isn’t she?) added to the excitement.
My guess is that you’re not sure which way to go with a next chapter. Is Kathy real or not? If real, is she in her room or not? Will she join in or not? Is she listening outside the door?
Tantalizing.
Thank you for posting two very enjoyable stories.
Thank you, Arachnophile, for reading and commenting on my story. That’s a very interesting take you suggested.
Honestly, it never even occurred to me that Kathy might not be there, that she might be away at a friend’s perhaps, or not exist at all. Is it more erotic if the woman is conjuring up a daughter, just for the sake of her fantasy? I don’t know, I guess it’s in the mind of the beholder. But it sure is fun to consider all the possibilities. Hugs to you for making me think!
I thought it might be interesting if 1) the mother had lost her daughter at the age of 11 or 2) the mother was mourning the loss of her own mother when she was herself 11 years old.
Just a few thoughts on plot twists, but whatever you choose (if you choose to write more) I’m sure it will be as enjoyable to read as the previous two.
What a wonderful story fantasy. Although I’m a man I can appreciate the genuine mutual intensity of feeling that this scenario aroused, and began to wonder if I was really a woman I might have similar lustful fantasies for an 11 yo daughter. Oh dear, does that make me a paedophile? I would never hurt or abuse a child in reality and could only intensely love a daughter/child of that age. I agree that this story would be made extra delicious if the real daughter joined in somehow, but either way I’m sure a 3rd chapter will be as equally well-written. Wish there were more people like you who had your exceptional creative ability in story-telling: good luck in the future. You’ve inspired me to write something along the same lines…thank you.
This is a fantastic story… I was expecting the real Kathy to come in the room shortly after the second “still not done”… hope she shows up in ch. 3! I’m a lot like JB – lesbian on the inside, but wrong equipment on the outside.
excellent story so far – but as suggested by gbin it would be nice if the daughter Kathy somehow becomes involved too? that would make it oh so much naughtier 🙂
yeah just what everyone else said.
naughty Mommy, your stories are always so hot. I love them.. kisses
Oh, thank you, Olivia, you’re a darling! mwwwwaaaah!!!
I’m with Olivia .. Naughty Mummy your stories are amazing xx
As a man who loves fantasizing about young girls, I love your stories about them with their sexy hot Mommy. your stories are so erotic. You are one sexy hot naughty Mommy
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Naught Mummy what are you doing to me!! Mind blowingly sexy xxx
stunningly erotic. The comment about the real kathy discovering her mom with the hooker is awesome You have me totally wet and my Hitachi is getting another good workout today 🙂
Glad to hear you’re getting your money’s worth from that Hitachi, hee-hee.
I haven’t decided yet how to continue this story. It will probably be another few months until I can get to it, so in the meantime I’m open to any and all suggestions.
Hi NM,
I’m waiting hopefully, like everyone else, for part 3! I’m sure it will be as stunningly erotic as parts 1 & 2. You are really hitting some hot buttons among your readers.
Good luck,
gbin
Mmm, one of the hottest roleplay stories I’ve read. I’m eagerly awaiting a next installment 🙂
Breath is finally back to normal.. I just discovered your little alcove of sensuality and this was my first read.. you did not disappoint NM! This was so wonderfully well written.. the pacing was perfect to set everything up in such a believable fashion, every note felt authentic and the results are.. well they’re all over now, I’ll have to clean that up 😛
I have to concur with the common theme of everyone else, if Chapter 3 ever comes out, Kathy being included in some way is the logical choice.. but if I may, I could see a few delicious avenues.. she could spy but not let them know she watches.. she sees and hears.. and her fingers explore and opens a new door for her as she watches her mother make love to a stand-in Kathy.. maybe she’s been sexually curious but shy and confused.. played some.. but inexperienced and almost guilty about it.. until seeing this.. watching how to touch herself (and another woman) as well as the though itself.. igniting lust in her she didn’t know existed.. leading to chapter 4.. which can go many ways.. she could explore with her friends.. her mother could catch on.. or she could finally be brave enough to either approach her mom or her mom and Colette.. all just suggestions for you to kick around to see if they inspire something that feels authentic to you.. because we all would love more!
What a deliciously kinky thought, looking up at Collette’s pretty, bald cunt and imagining it is her own sweet baby girl’s as she gives it a nice long licking.
That was sensational loved every line and made me so so horny x
Thank you, Hannah, and Margaret, and Longing, and Lily, and gbin! It’s great to get so much positive feedback on this little story. I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit lately, how to continue it at some point… I’m still not sure yet what will happen next, but I expect it will be exciting. 😉
What a beautiful erotic story. Felt myself being dragged in, almost beginning to believe that it really was Emily’s daughter. I hope that in the next chapter (if it isn’t already written), that the real Kathy finds Colette and Emily together and joins in. And that Emily finds the realization of all her dreams with her sexy young daughter.
A great story, and the possibility of young Kathy waking up and discovering her mom and Colette added to the dramatic tension and eroticism. I’d also like to see a sequel, as this story lends itself to numerous interesting plot twists.
Very nice story NM and I agree with the others….it needs a sequel.
Thank you so much for the comments, HP, TB, and Frank. There might be a sequel at some point, although I can’t say how soon — right now all my energy is being poured into The Joy of Looking. 😀
Oh my god mommy, my panties are so wet, i could wring them out and fill a cup with my juices. Please mommy there has to be more chapters to this story. Love your writing and it is so easy to feel like you are in the bed with you. xxxooo
Omg N.M!!! A few years ago I had a very kinky girlfriend and we used to roleplay. I’m petite and can also look very young, so our ‘ageplay’ became very convincing and so erotic. Your wonderful story has brought the memories flooding back. Thank you xoxo
Thank you very much, Donna and Debbie! Someday I might get around to writing another few chapters for A Special Request, but to be honest it’s not a top priority at this point. I’ve got too many other projects taking up all my writing time. Still, it’s great to know that people care so much about this little story. 😀
Please part 3, from prospective of the real kathy, waking up and finding mom with prostitute?
Just to add to the chorus ,,, Part 3 just has to appear … loved it so far … 🙂
Naughty Mommy I too have to say, at some point you really need to add a part 3. I would enjoy so much hearing about Emily calling Colette again for another visit. It would so wonderful to hear how Kathy was maybe brought into the fun.
But at the very least this was an amazing story. The love, the passion and the eroticism of the situation was just lovely.
One of your best Naughty Mommy. Actually, it’s a shame we can’t get a court order to make you finish it with so many readers obviously wanting more. So many directions this could go too; the real Kathy pops up, or perhaps Kathy is younger than 11 going on 12 but mum was too ashamed to admit it, perhaps she has two daughters and the other is younger,or maybe Kathy comes in while Colette is asleep and starts making out with her while mum watches…
Oh dear, sorry but I seem to be fantasising how it continues … probably like every other reader. That’s what you get for teasing us.
Incredible! Every bit as erotic and powerful each time I’ve read this amazing story! Each time I am hoping Part 3 might just make an appearance, despite all the odds. Thank you NM for the story! And thank you to the Mods for reposting it!! ???
Wow This story is already four years old ?! I read it already seems the fifth or sixth time, but every time I get very excited. NM How do you do it ??)) We all your fans are asking to write the third part of this hit.
(Note: I suspect my original comment got lost in the aether somehow, as it’s not showing up–either that or I must’ve used some sort of “banned” word or phrase?–so I’m reposting it a second time, hoping it’ll go through. If it violates some rule I’m unaware of or shows up twice, I sincerely apologize.)
Quite an interesting story, one that gets close in a way to what my own sexual ‘deal’ and deepest desires are about (from Colette’s perspective–I’m basically a korephile-phile, it’s complicated), and part of that rare subset that make me earnestly wish I had more background information on the characters and how the situation depicted came to be. Poor, sweet Emily. That scene in which she hugged Colette and almost cried from worry about how she’d react to her special little request really tugged at my heartstrings, and I wanted to jump into the narrative and hold her, comfort her, reassure her that her desires are okay and just take care of her. That’s exactly the kind of woman I would ideally like to find and indulge as a lover and confidant, I guess. 🙂 Though alas, unlike Colette in the story my days of being “barely legal” are quite a while in the past and I can’t realistically pass anymore for younger (physically, at least) so more imagination would have to be involved on that front (and she’d have to be non-exclusive, among other things), though in any regard, yeah. But I digress.
I felt bad for Emily, and the whole story was bittersweet for me as I found myself wishing that she had some other, better avenue or outlet through which her needs and deeply-held desires could be gratified other than via commercial sex, that she could at least find an actual (adult) lover who would stay, who she could wake up with and who would care about her beyond the size of her bank account, but this is a rather realistic scenario I suppose, probably among the most “realistic” of all the stories on here. It strikes me that there are so many people (including more women than anyone would probably ever suspect) in a similar situation in reality, for whom sporadic paid encounters with particularly open-minded sex workers are the only remotely viable (and ethical) option for exploring this they’ll ever have, and that makes me sad, you know? Just a stark reality this story brings to the forefront. If only the world were different somehow and there were another way (simply being able to be more open about it would help for many, I’m sure). Actually, hmm…this gives me an idea, for a story of my own…
Thank you very much, VVV, for your thoughtful and insightful words about my little story. I do sometimes like to insert a bit of “realism” into the tales I write, and if that makes them bittersweet, all the better in my view.
Anyway, I’m happy you found so much to enjoy in the characters I created here. If and when I feel the urge to get back to writing again, adding another chapter to this short story could be high on my agenda. And if you think you might have a story of your own to write, go for it!
Hi VVV,
On occasion, posts will be sent to the spam folder without reason. I usually scan the spam folder before emptying it but I do not recall seeing anything there from you.
Hi Amanda Lynn,
Thanks for letting me know. It looks like this comment posted okay–even though I had to submit it twice–but I just posted another comment on another story that somehow similarly didn’t go through, and when I try to resubmit it, I get the “Duplicate comment detected” message. Sorry to bother you with this, I’m just not sure what the issue is as to why this keeps happening with some of my comments, feel like it might be something on my end but I’m not sure. Anyway, this is the story I just tried to leave a comment on that didn’t post, maybe it ended up in the spam folder like you mention: https://www.juicysecrets.club/blog/2016/04/30/my-summer-with-erin-chapter-5-discoveries/
Hello, VerityVioletViola
Isn’t electronic communications like a two sided coin… on one side; thrilling and wondrous, on the other, frustrating and ambiguous.
Push a button, nuclear war.
Press the “send” key, instant comment.
Except, when tiny microscopic electronic components or itsy-bitsy parts of computer code malfunction, and you’ve got that sinking feeling something is not right with the world, especially on your end of the communication loop.
Perhaps it was an atomic interaction of a comic ray with a dithering electron, that caused a cascade of stray voltage, or maybe the master control unit in an over-heated server located who-knows-where, that failed to store the aforementioned comment in the proper rom registry, where almost countless other bytes of code are jostling to exist…who can say?
One thing’s for sure, if anyone can find out, it’s JS’s Amanda Lynn!, her most used ( and it always makes me smile ) reply to someone who has a problem:…fixed!
It did indeed end up in the spam folder and has been…..Fixed! 🙂
Hey Amanda, if you have a few spare minutes, could you ‘fix’ the EU? We in the UK are getting pretty fed up with their constant gripes and bailing Europe out.
Cheers
Hi Sapphmore. If it were only that easy. I’d be fixing my own country and our neighbors to the south. 🙂
Thanks so much. I believe I figured out what was happening–I just need to refresh the tab in the future before sending a comment (trying to just submit reply in a tab that has been open a while is what causes the glitches). 🙂