By Naughty Mommy
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The door opened slowly and Fiona peeked inside.
Bridget smiled. Her niece was a cute but shy 12-year-old, a brunette with big blue eyes just like her mother, Sheila, Bridget’s older sister. Sweet, innocent Fiona was short for her age, less than five feet tall, and slender, but she showed the beginnings of a nice figure.
“Is it all right? Am I bothering you?” the girl asked as she slipped inside the door.
“No, it’s fine, honey. What is it? Is anything wrong?”
“Well, it’s just…” She looked down at the floor. “I can’t sleep, because, um, because something happened. Something weird.”
Bridget was confused. “You mean tonight? Did something happen with Debby?” Fiona had been babysitting Bridget’s 9-year-old daughter.
“No, um, not tonight. It was before. I mean, um, last night. Friday night.”
“Well, what is it, sweetie? Come here and sit down beside me and tell me about it.”
As Bridget patted the bed, it suddenly dawned on her that her breasts were fully visible through the sheer black nightie she was wearing. She tried in vain to pull the sheets up to cover herself, but since they wouldn’t reach, she gave up and just let herself be on display.
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Standing at the bedroom door, 15-year-old Erin watched her mother masturbate. She’d come home from the movies that night and found her that way, as she’d hoped she would. Erin’s skirt was on the floor, and she had a hand inside her panties. She was rubbing herself.
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Fiona climbed up on the bed and sat down next to her aunt. Bridget saw that the girl was wearing only panties and a little t-shirt. Her pert nipples poked through the shirt.
“What is it, honey? Tell me about it,” Bridget said as she gently stroked the girl’s soft brown hair, occasionally glancing down at those tempting breast buds.
“I… I hope you don’t mind. I don’t want to bother you.”
“Of course you’re not bothering me, sweetie. Now just tell me what happened.”
“Well, um, like I said, it was last night. I was supposed to be at my friend Olivia’s house. I mean, I was there, for dinner, but I was supposed to stay for a sleepover, except then Olivia got sick. She started throwing up, and so I walked home. They only live a block away, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
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Erin could sense that her mother was getting close. Sheila was breathing heavily, her naked body bucking on the bed as she pumped two fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. It excited Erin to see her mom that way, so hot and nasty. She rubbed her clit faster and felt her own climax quickly approaching.
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“And when I got home, I came in the back door because I knew it would be unlocked. I could tell my mom was home because the car was there, but I didn’t know if Erin was home.”
Fiona hesitated.
“Go on,” said Bridget.
“So, I, I started to go upstairs, and then I heard something. Like moaning or squealing. I thought it was my mom’s voice, but I wasn’t sure what it meant.”
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Erin watched as her mother brought herself to orgasm. The young redhead rubbed her own clit faster and faster, and soon she was coming too.
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“Uh-oh. Did you catch your mother masturbating?”
Fiona looked up at Bridget and grinned. She shook her head. “Uh-uh. Not this time. But I know she does it. I’ve seen her before.”
Her aunt shrugged and smiled. “That’s no big deal. Everyone does it. Even me.”
As she said that, Bridget noticed Fiona look down at her nipples, clearly visible through the flimsy nightgown. Maybe she’s not so innocent after all, thought Bridget.
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As Erin climaxed, she let out a cry. Her mother heard it.
Sheila slowly sat up on the bed, removing her fingers from her vagina and sucking them into her mouth, tasting herself. She smiled as she saw her teenage daughter standing in the doorway, one hand between her legs, the other clutching at her breasts. The girl’s eyes were closed, her body straining as she completed her orgasm.
“Hi, honey,” Sheila said. “I’m glad you’re home. I’ve been waiting for you.”
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“So, what was it, what happened?” prompted Bridget.
Fiona looked into her aunt’s eyes and licked her lips before she began.
“It was… when I got to my room, I waited for a minute. I wanted to figure out what it was that I was hearing. Like you said, I thought maybe my mom was, you know, masturbating again. She does that a lot. And then I thought I wanted to go look at her.” She blushed and lowered her eyes.
“Go on.”
“Well, so I went down the hall a little. Her door, my mom’s bedroom door, was wide open, and when I peeked into her room, I saw them. It wasn’t just my mom. It was Erin too.”
“Your sister?”
Fiona nodded, staring up expectantly.
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After several delicious seconds, Erin opened her eyes. “Oh my god,” she panted, grinning. “That was great.”
Her mother chuckled. “How long have you been watching me?”
“Only for a few minutes. I just got home.”
Sheila patted the bed. “Come here, baby. Take off your clothes.”
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“Were they — what do you mean?” Bridget asked. “Were they both masturbating?”
“Uh-uh.” Fiona shook her head slowly. “Erin was, um… she was… she was licking her.”
“What??!!”
“My sister was licking my mom. I saw her. And I think Erin had, you know, her finger inside my mom too, but I don’t know for sure, ‘cause I turned around right away and went back to my room and closed the door. I don’t think they heard me, though, since they kept doing it for a while. I could still hear them.”
It was hard for Bridget to believe what Fiona was telling her. Her own sister was having lesbian sex with her teenage daughter? Committing incest? Was that really possible? But the way the girl told the story, it certainly sounded true.
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Erin pulled her top over her head. Her skirt was already off. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Then she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. Naked, she fell into her mother’s arms.
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Fiona continued, “It lasted for almost an hour. I just sat in my room, listening, and trying to figure out what it meant. I changed into some jammies and brushed my teeth, and then finally I put on a robe and went downstairs and turned on the TV, pretty loud. I guess they heard me then, ‘cause my mom came downstairs a few minutes later. She was kind of red in the face and sweaty and stuff, but she acted like nothing was wrong. She asked me why I was home, and I told her Olivia was sick. She went in the kitchen and I heard her pouring herself some wine and then she kissed me goodnight and went back to her room. I didn’t see Erin, though, not until this morning.”
“What happened this morning?”
“Nothing. They both acted like nothing happened.”
“Did you ask them about it?”
“No! Are you kidding? I was freaked out. I wondered, though, if that was the first time, or if it had happened before. But I haven’t said anything to anyone, just you.”
Fiona was obviously upset, which was hardly a surprise, thought Bridget. She put her arm around her niece and squeezed her. “Honey, I’m glad you told me. You needed to talk to someone about it, not just keep it all inside.”
“Yeah.” The girl was quiet for a minute. Then she said, “I wonder how long they’ve been doing it.”
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Mother and daughter rolled together on the bed, giggling happily, hands groping. Soon they were kissing and caressing, then sighing with erotic pleasure.
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“Does it bother you?” asked Bridget. “Thinking about it?”
Fiona frowned. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s kind of weird, you know? But…”
“But what?”
She grinned a little, and fiddled with her hands. “I don’t know. Maybe…”
“Maybe what?”
Fiona sighed and leaned into her aunt. Bridget pulled her close, letting the child cuddle against her breasts.
The little brunette took a deep breath, and gradually let it out. Slowly, she began, “It’s just… um… can I tell you something and have it be a secret?” She looked up into Bridget’s eyes.
“If you want to, yes. You can tell me whatever you want and I promise it will be just between us.”
The girl looked down again and pulled herself in even closer.
“Well,” she admitted, in a quiet voice, “since then, since last night, I can’t stop thinking about it, and it seems weird or freaky to know what they did. But in a way it’s also sort of, I don’t know, exciting or something.”
“Exciting?”
Fiona smiled shyly.
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Sheila was on her back, her legs apart. Erin was next to her, half on top of her, and they were kissing deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. After a few minutes, the young redhead began kissing, licking, and playfully biting her mother’s neck, then gradually moved down to her breasts, where she took one of the woman’s erect nipples into her mouth and started sucking on it.
“Oh my god, that’s so nice,” breathed Sheila.
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“You mean, you like to think about your sister and your mother doing that?” asked Bridget. “It gets you excited?”
“Uh-huh,” nodded Fiona. “Is that wrong?”
“No, honey, it’s not wrong,” Bridget answered. “To be honest, it seems kind of exciting to me too.”
“It does? Really??”
“Yes, it does.”
“Wow… I guess we’re both freaks.”
“Maybe we are freaks,” chuckled Bridget, “but the important thing is for us not to deny our feelings or try to shut them out. We need to be honest about it. And that’s why it’s so good that we can talk to each other.”
Fiona put her arms around Bridget’s waist, hugging her. “You’re right.”
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Erin switched to the other nipple. She truly loved sucking on her mother’s tits, going back and forth between them. She was sure she could do it for hours and never get tired. She loved having a long, hard, rubbery nipple inside her mouth, sucking on it, biting it, teasing it. She’d never realized how much this would appeal to her until she had tried it.
Sheila stroked her daughter’s hair. “That’s my pretty girl. Suck Mommy’s titties, make me wet.”
And Erin knew it really did make her mother very wet when she had her nipples sucked. To confirm this, she slid a hand slowly down between Sheila’s legs. Lovingly she caressed her mother’s patch of dark pubic hair, then massaged her labia. Gently stroking, the teenager’s fingers soon slid between the swollen lips, where they found the abundant moisture they were seeking. As Erin slid a finger inside her mother’s warm, wet vagina, she heard the woman groan in pleasure.
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Bridget and Fiona quietly held each other for a few minutes. They were both thinking about what Fiona had described. For Bridget, it was certainly a shock to learn that Sheila might be involved in an incestuous relationship with her daughter, but she also found the idea intensely arousing.
As she rubbed Fiona’s warm back, Bridget visualized the scene: her sister lying on the bed, naked, her legs spread wide apart, her hands massaging her own breasts, squeezing her hard nipples. In her mind, she saw Erin, pretty, red-haired Erin, also naked, with her face between her mother’s legs, licking her. Then she pictured cute little Fiona discovering them that way. But this time, in Bridget’s imagination, the younger girl didn’t run away. She stayed and watched, becoming aroused. She began touching herself, and as her mother reached orgasm, so did Fiona.
That was a lovely fantasy. And the best part of all was that most of it, apparently, was not a fantasy — it was true!
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Erin was kissing Sheila’s mouth as she pumped her finger in and out of the woman’s wet vagina. Now she inserted a second finger. Erin could tell that her mother was getting close. She loved making her come.
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Fiona was glad that she’d decided to come in and tell her aunt what she’d seen the night before. She’d always been very close to Bridget. She trusted her and felt safe sharing important private things with her. She’d been a little worried that Bridget might get mad at her or scold her for… for what I don’t know, she thought to herself, but maybe because I said it made me excited to think about them that way. But then she said it made her excited too. That’s awesome!
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“Oh god yes!!! I — ahh!!!” Sheila climaxed as her 15-year-old daughter fucked her with her fingers.
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Bridget kissed the top of Fiona’s head. Her hair smelled sweet. She must have washed it earlier tonight, Bridget realized, with Debby’s bubble gum shampoo. She wondered if the two of them had taken a bath together, both little girls naked and soapy, rubbing their hands on each other. That was another nice fantasy, one she often masturbated about.
“Bridget?”
“Yes?”
“You said earlier that you, um… that you sometimes masturbate, right?”
“Sometimes, yes. Well, actually, no, not sometimes. A lot.”
Fiona giggled. “When — um, how old were you the first time?”
“Uh, let me see…” Bridget hesitated.
She couldn’t answer that truthfully, could she? No, not right now, although maybe someday she would. For the time being, she just said, “I, uh, I think I was in 8th grade. So I guess I was… 13 or 14.”
“Is it weird if a girl starts earlier than that?”
“You mean like you, for instance?” Bridget looked down at her niece.
“Yeah,” she answered. Fiona was 12 and had just finished 6th grade.
“No, it’s not weird. Some girls start a lot earlier,” she mused, thinking about her sister, Sheila, “and some of them start a little later. But almost everyone does it at some point.”
“Yeah, um… I’ve been, you know, masturbating since the first time I saw my mom doing it,” Fiona said. “That was, like, about three months ago, in March.”
“Okay.”
“I saw her, and, you know, I think maybe she wanted me to see her. That’s what I’ve been thinking about. That she wants me to watch her or something. ‘Cause my mom always leaves her door open when she does it, so anybody can see her if they walk by. And I wonder if maybe that’s how it started with her and Erin too.”
“Maybe.”
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After Sheila finished climaxing the first time, Erin slid down between her mother’s outstretched legs. She wanted to taste her. Using her fingers to part her labia, Erin peered inside the woman’s wet pink vagina. She inhaled the sexy scent for a moment, then extended her tongue and plunged it deep inside her mother’s cunt.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” urged Sheila, as she squeezed her own breasts. “Lick Mommy’s pussy, baby — make Mommy come in your mouth!”
Continue on to Chapter 3
