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Grandma’s Visit

By Cheryl Taggert 

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When we arrived home, Grandma stored her luggage and set herself up in the guest bedroom, which I thought was more for appearances, since I doubted she’d be sleeping alone. Mom asked me to help her do something in her room.

I was curious what she wanted. Certainly she was done admonishing me for masturbating all the way to an orgasm in the middle of the luggage claim area at LAX, and I had no idea what she might need help with since she never needed my help before with anything in there other than achieving orgasms.

When we entered her room, she closed the door and indicated I should sit on her bed, where she sat beside me and took a deep breath.

Then I knew. It was obvious she had something to tell me, and what could it be besides confessing about her own sexual relationship with her mother, not to mention her mother’s desires for me?

Still, I was enjoying my mother’s slight discomfort at  confessing this to me although I already knew it because of my accidental eavesdropping on her phone conversation with Grandma a few months before. Okay, maybe the continued eavesdropping was not accidental, but the start of it was. I had picked up the phone to call Deanna to discover my mom and her mom engaged in phone sex. Who in their right minds would blame me for listening in?

“Cheryl, honey. I have something I need to tell you about. It’s something I’ve chosen up to now not to share because it involved someone else who hadn’t given me permission to tell you about our relationship.”

I looked at mom, doing my best to keep a straight face. “Okay,” I said, deciding to play along. “What is it?” I knew the reason she hadn’t told me wasn’t true. I knew Grandma was all for my knowing the truth about them because she’d said as much on the phone that day. What I didn’t understand was why Mom hadn’t told me already.

“Well, you see, your grandma is a bit more liberal than you think.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, urging her to continue. “I really don’t know her that well, anyway. I’m not sure what she’s like.”

“Yes, that’s probably my fault,” Mom said.

“I don’t know,” I said, trying to make an excuse for my mom. It was a legitimate one, in fact. “She hasn’t visited us since I was five. That was even before we got involved with each other,” I said.

“Yes, I know,” she said before pausing. I could tell she was trying to come up with a way to tell me about the two of them. “Well, you see, honey, my mother and I are rather close, despite not seeing each other very often.”

I pretended not to be able to put two and two together and sat just looking at my mom as if waiting for her to make her meaning clear to me. She paused for so long that I realized I had to do something, or this could take all day. It still bothered me that my mom was obviously embarrassed about telling me this. What did she think I would do? Disown them both?

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Is this about the two of you having sex together since you were a teenager?”

Mom looked at me. Now I knew why she hadn’t told me before. Doing so, for some reason, made her nervous and she was putting it off.

“How did you know that?”

Now it was my turn to be nervous. In my haste to hurry this news along, I had set myself up to have to confess to eavesdropping on a phone conversation, but maybe I could fudge my explanation a bit.

“Well, back around my birthday, I picked up the phone to call Deanna, and you two were talking on the phone. Before I could hang up, I heard you talking about… what you were doing.”

“So you listened in?” Her eyes were wide with shock and anger.

“No,” I said. Even I could hear the lie in my voice.

Mom’s eyes nearly popped. “You did! You eavesdropped on us!”

At first I thought about sticking to my story about just hearing them for a second then realized that was not going to work. Mom could see it in my face that I knew everything.

“Well, what would you do if after you and your mom started having sex you picked up the phone to make a call and she was having phone sex with someone. Wouldn’t you listen in?” This excuse rushed out of me in a storm of words as I made a desperate attempt to keep my mom from being pissed at me for eavesdropping on her very private conversation. She had a right to be pissed, but she also needed to see it from my side, too.

Mom paused for a moment, thinking that one over.

“You should be a trial lawyer,” she said, but her look still registered disappointment in me. I guess she had every right to be angry, but at least she understood my thinking at the time.

She looked at me and said, “Do me a favor, okay? If you pick up the phone and I’m on it, say you’re sorry and hang up. Is that a deal?”

“I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Not if you want to keep from being grounded for a week.”

“Okay. It’s a deal,” I said, knowing I was getting off easy with no punishment of any kind for eavesdropping on their conversation.

“So then,” she said, her tone indicating a change of subject. “You know my mom is a lot like me, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you know she wants to have some fun with you, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay, the big question is, how do you feel about that?”

“You mean having sex with Grandma?”

“Of course. What do you think we’re talking about?”

“Having sex with Grandma,” I said, laughing.

Mom pulled me to the bed and began tickling me. I started whooping. I hadn’t been that ticklish before, but now I was. I wondered if that had changed because puberty was approaching.

“Stop! Stop! Okay! I’ll answer!” I screamed, giggles punctuating each word.

She stopped and looked down at me. I could see she was getting horny. That look was in her eyes and her mouth seemed to beg for my lips.

I leaned up on my elbows to kiss her, but she stopped me. “I’m serious, Cheryl. If you don’t want to have any sexual contact with your grandmother, I will tell her you don’t want to do that. It is entirely up to you. And we will both respect your wishes.”

“Of course, I want to!” I said. “I’ve been looking forward to it since I listened in on that phone call!”

“Okay. I’ll let her know,” Mom said. “But do everyone a favor. Don’t tell her you eavesdropped on us. It might embarrass her.”

“Okay, I won’t mention it. Can I kiss you now?”

“Normally, I would already be kissing you, but I don’t want us to start something without your grandma being a part of it. After all, she braved the long flight out here to see us, so ignoring her when we get home would be rude.”

Then a thought occurred to me. “Mom? Why don’t we fly to New York and visit her?”

“Two reasons. First, she lives with her sister, who is definitely NOT like us, so we wouldn’t be able to have any fun. But mostly it’s because I’m worse than my mom about flying.”

“Really?” I hadn’t known that, but then it occurred to me my mom never went anywhere if she had to fly. This growing up thing was making me notice situations I hadn’t noticed before. I found that strange, but I accepted that it was just something I hadn’t thought of.

We got up, and I figured the kisses and more would come later.

I was right, but then something else happened after the sex that changed everything.

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After we ate a light dinner, during which Mom told Grandma I knew about them, we “adjourned,” as Grandma called it, to the playroom, where the TV, sofas, and a plush carpet awaited.

“So, sweetheart, what did you think about what your mother told you about us?” Grandma asked.

“I think it’s cool!” I said. Then I looked at my mom who was setting up the video player. “Mom? What are we gonna watch?”

“Jillian’s Island.”

It was one of my favorite movies starring my mom. It was a takeoff on this old TV show, Gilligan’s Island, which I’d seen old reruns of, but it was all women, and there was actually a plot to it. It starts with these seven women. One was the captain (Mom), one was the first mate (Sandy Beach, a girl I had met her first day with the company), these two older women (though not TOO old) who were sisters who had a fortune but couldn’t use it on the island they were stranded on. My mom’s friend Jill was one of these women. Another girl I’d seen on the sets before played this movie star. Then this woman about my mom’s age played a woman who was supposed to be this professor interested only in the local flora and fauna but finds there are other things more interesting. Finally, there was another girl who was supposed to be this country girl from Kansas. Mom had told me the actress really was from Kansas. She was the daughter of an ultra-conservative preacher there. The girl had left home when she turned eighteen because her so-called “Man of God” preacher father had been raping her since she was five. These “shipwrecked” women got, well, VERY involved with each other, and the ending has them all so busy having sex in this orgy that these homosexual pirates find them but the women don’t even notice they can be rescued. It was kind of funny, and also very HOT to watch!

I bounced up and down in my seat on the sofa. “YAY!” I said. “One of my favorites!”

“This is so different for me,” Grandma said. “I’ve never watched porn with a child before.”

“Mom, she’s a child, but when it comes to sex, she’s as adult as they come,” my mom said.

The movie started. All the women were shipwrecked, sitting around the wrecked boat on the beach. Mom’s character, the captain, was saying they would have to all pitch in to survive. They unloaded some of the supplies from the boat, and started building huts for them to live in. Of course, that didn’t last long. The scene changed, and they had all completed the building and the women decided to get some rest.

Of course, rest wasn’t what happened. Mom (the captain) woke up to find Jillian (Sandy), well, jilling. That led to fun.

The movie star said she was in need of sex and more or less raped the girl from Kansas, who ended up LOVING it, of course.

The sisters, as it turned out, had been lovers for years, so they just took things up where they left off.

The girl who was a professor found some foliage that was apparently an aphrodisiac that could be absorbed through the skin. She touched some, and the next thing you know, she’s working a gourd in and out of her pussy. The sisters come upon her after their time together, and they end up in a threesome.

We watched for a while, and I was getting very horny. I had already been horny (when wasn’t I?), but watching this movie with my grandma sitting right beside me really got me worked up.

Finally, I stood up and stripped. Mom and Grandma watched as I did this. When I got to my panties, which were already soaking wet from my pussy, I slowly slid them down my thighs, aiming my butt at Grandma.

When I finished removing everything, I turned around and began to play with myself in front of them. Then I sat between them where I had been before getting up to strip, and they both began playing with my pussy.

Grandma got some of my wetness on her fingers and brought it to her mouth, tasting it. “Mmmmm… outstanding!” she said, smacking her lips in pleasure.

Mom said, “It tastes better from the source. Warmer and even more delicious.”

Grandma looked at me. “Is it okay if I go down for a taste?”

I looked at her with eyes half-closed with lust and said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Grandma laughed, and before I knew it, she was down between my spread thighs, licking me and drinking my fluids, teasing my clit, and generally having a wonderful time as well as giving me a great time, too.

She definitely knew what she was doing. I thought again how she had started with Mom and her friend before later getting involved with my aunt Emmy.

I reached out to her and tried to undress her, but I couldn’t.

“Take your clothes off,” I said to her, “and we can sixty-nine.”

She was up in a flash and I watched as my rather sexy grandma took off her clothes, displaying her boobs and pussy, which was clean-shaven. She really did have a sexy body. It was obvious she worked out often.

She asked me to get up and she lay on the sofa, waving her hands to indicate I should get on top of her in the proper position. I lay across my grandmother and lowered my pussy to her face while I started devouring her pussy.

She had apparently shaved and waxed that day, because she was as smooth as I was. And she was delicious. Her aroma was stronger than my mom’s, but she tasted wonderful. The flavor was just more pungent, but still one of my favorite foods… or drinks… or whatever it would qualify as.

Mom, meanwhile, had stripped and was licking my butthole while Grandma licked my pussy. Then she used fingers on me, one in my butt and another in my pussy, all while Grandma had a feast. I could feel her licking me, the flat of her tongue pressing on my clit and making me wild with the need to come.

I took a second to look down at where they were licking and finger-fucking me, and I saw that Grandma also had three fingers in Mommy. She was pistoning them in and out as fast as she could, all while continuing to lick my pussy. Mom, too, had her other hand at her own center, rubbing her clit in a frantic effort to reach her orgasm.

It was too much for me. Seeing them like that sent me over the edge and riding down the tunnel of a massive climax. I shook and trembled with the force of it, howling with the force of my orgasm. Spasms shook me over and over again as Grandma continued licking my clit, using the flat of her tongue to give me the best stimulation she could.

I finally got off Grandma and asked Mommy to take my place. Mother and daughter were now locked in a sea of lovemaking. I watched Mommy’s tongue lavish her mother’s pussy with saliva and pleasure. Then I moved to see Grandma doing to Mommy what she had done to me. Her fingers were pistoning in and out of Mommy faster now since she didn’t have to worry about me anymore, and her tongue was licking Mommy’s clit.

I decided to do to Mommy what she’d done to me.

I put three fingers in my pussy, soaking them with my slippery juices, and slid them into her pussy. Then I dove in and began tonguing her butthole. I knew that drove her crazy with desire.

Soon, my mother and grandmother reached their own plateaus of pleasure. They screamed and moaned, grunted and gasped. Their climaxes lasted well over a minute.

When they were finished, they sat back up and I sat between them on the sofa. The movie was still playing. By now, the boat run by the gay pirates — all men — had landed on the island, and they were staring in disbelief at the seven women in a central hut they had built for their “fun times” together. The men were trying to get their attention to tell them they were rescued, but each time one tried to talk to a woman, she would wave him away as if she didn’t want to be disturbed.

The last line of the movie came along, “Oh, well. I guess they’re happy where they are.” The gay men got back on their ship and sailed away.

When the movie was over, we got up to go upstairs to bed. It had been agreed that I would sleep with Grandma that night, and probably every night she was there, but that far into the future was still to be decided.

Then something happened that changed everything.

Our doorbell rang, but not just once. It was an insistent ringing. Whoever was out there was pressing it again and again in what seemed like a panic. We all slipped on robes and went to the door.

Mommy looked out the peephole and said, “Oh, my God. It’s Cindy.”

Mom opened the door and Cindy came inside, pulling Jenna behind her.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” Cindy was saying, tears running down her cheeks.

“What?! What is it?!” Mom asked, fear and confusion painting her face.

“They found out,” Cindy said.

Mom didn’t have to ask what she was talking about, and because Mommy and I had discussed it so recently, neither did I.

“Holy fuck!” Mom said.

“What is it?” my grandma asked, totally in the dark about what was happening.

Mom introduced Cindy to Grandma. It occurred to me that we reeked of pussy, and Cindy would instantly know what we’d been doing, but she was too much in a panic to notice, I guess. Either that, or she didn’t care.

“Cindy is a call girl, Mom,” my mom said. “She’s rather high-priced. Her pimps have found out she’s been doing tricks on the side.”

“That’s not good,” Grandma said. If she was going for understatement, she had pretty well nailed it.

“Not good?!” Cindy said. “If they find me…” she stopped short of finishing her sentence, probably for Jenna’s sake. The rest of us got the message easily. If they found her, they would kill her. Or at least they would beat her so badly she would end up in a hospital, maybe praying to die. I could see that in my mom’s eyes as she considered what should be done.

“Maybe you could say you’re sorry,” I said, knowing this probably wouldn’t work but wanting to try to say something to help.

“Honey, these guys don’t accept apologies,” Cindy said. Then looking at Mom, she said, “Kayleigh, what am I going to do? What am I gonna do with Jenna?” She burst into tears and leaned into my mom, who held her while she cried.

“How did they find out?” It was my grandmother.

“Who knows? Maybe one of the other girls saw me meeting someone on a night off. Tessa is very jealous of me. I wouldn’t put it past her to keep tabs on me just to see. I mean, most of us do this, but we never say anything about it, you know?” Cindy was once again speaking mostly to my mom.

“We’ll think of something,” Mommy said.

“I have to get out of town,” Cindy blurted. Everything she was saying was in fast motion, as if she had to get all the words out in a sentence in two seconds or less.

“No, honey,” Mom said. “We’ll think of something.”

“No, Kayleigh! There’s no other choice. It’s just that….” She stopped again, looking at Jenna. “I can’t have Jenna with me if they catch me.”

Cindy looked around at us all, letting the reason be clear to us while trying to hide it from her seven-year-old daughter, who only understood that her mommy was upset and afraid of these men.

“What are you going to do? Where will you go?” Mom asked.

“I don’t know yet, but I can’t stay in L.A. anymore.”

“Why not just hide out here?” Mom asked, trying to do anything to keep Cindy and her child together.

“They’d find me here, Kayleigh. They know we’re friends now.”

“How did you find out they were after you?” Grandma said.

“Leanne gave me a call to warn me. I packed up Jenna and we slipped out and got on a bus. I ended up near here and thought I would come talk to you before leaving. See if you would…” Cindy burst into fresh sobs. She continued talking through it, and I barely made out the end of her sentence, her big request.

“…keep Jenna for me.”

As my mom looked at Jenna, I could see Mom was now crying too. This made me start crying. Jenna had been crying since their arrival. Grandma just looked in shock.

“How long?” Mom said, then changed her tone, realizing the question could be taken for reluctance. “Of course, we’ll keep her for you. That’s no problem at all. I was just wondering if you knew how long you might be gone.”

“As long as it takes, I suppose,” Cindy sobbed. Then her voice got very high-pitched, as if she was dying inside, and I suppose maybe she was. “Maybe forever.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Mommy said, soothing Cindy by clasping her friend to her and petting her head the way a mother soothes a small child.

“I have to go!” Cindy said, and pushed away from Mom. “I have to!” She moved to Jenna.

“Baby, Mommy has to leave for a while until it’s safe. You’re going to stay with Miss Kayleigh and Cheryl. Okay?”

There wasn’t much in Jenna’s face to say she agreed, but Cindy acted as if her daughter had been all for the idea.

“Oh, honey, I’ll be back for you as soon as I can.”

“I wanna go with you!” Jenna said, bawling.

“Baby, you can’t. You… you might get… hurt.”

“Are they gonna hurt you?” Jenna asked, fear all over her face.

“No, baby. Not if I can get away and not have to worry about keeping you safe, too. I’ll be back. You just be good for Miss Kayleigh, okay? She’ll be good to you. Maybe better than Mommy. Okay?”

Perhaps the child understood that her mother needed this reassurance that everything would be okay. She squeaked out a barely audible, “Okay.”

Cindy kissed her, full on the mouth, and they held each other.

“Mommy loves you!” Cindy said, tearing herself away from her daughter and their lovers’ kiss. Then she stood and hugged Mommy.

“Thank you, Kayleigh. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“Just stay safe. We’ll be here waiting for you to come back, okay?” Mommy said, still crying.

And then she was gone. Cindy took one more look at Jenna, sobbed, and rushed out the door into the unknown world that was out there. A world that seemed suddenly more dangerous than a cobra.

We stood there, saying nothing for a moment, Mom and I were still crying, and Jenna was wailing.

Being a child myself, at least in age if not in experience, I took the child’s hand and led her to my room. The idea of sleeping with Grandma would have to wait.

I had a baby sister now. A sister that needed me and my emotional support. A sister who needed my love, both physical and emotional. I had always wanted a sister, but I didn’t want to get one like this.

But fate had intervened, and for however long we would keep Jenna, which turned out to be a very long time, she would be my little sister. And she came to view me as her big sister as well.

Continue on to Chapter 23

The Learning Process Can Be Scary

By Cheryl Taggert 

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The little orgy had been a great success. We lounged around after we got out of bed and chatted. The two girls and I played some board games and watched some movies on TV. Mommy and Cindy chatted and even took a nap together. I was too sore from the night before and that morning to do anything like have more sex, so I was happy we were just hanging out. Everyone stayed until the afternoon around the time school would let out. I was… content.

After everyone left, I started thinking about Cindy and how she only gave the discounts on her nights off. I didn’t really get it, so I went to Mom and asked her about it.

“Do you want to learn one of the ugly facts of life?” she asked. I knew this would be a serious talk, maybe one that wouldn’t have happened a few months ago when I was only nine. I nodded, ready for whatever she told me.

“Honey, if she goes out on an arranged date for sex, she would have to bring her bosses the money they expect for her time. Remember how I told you she gets only a hundred fifty dollars of the money, and her employer gets the remaining thirteen-fifty?” I nodded. “If she charges Ronni only a thousand, it would end up costing Cindy three-hundred-fifty dollars to have sex with Ronni and Emily, because that’s how much she would be expected to give her bosses, the full thirteen-fifty. And believe me, her bosses are not ones to be messed with when it comes to the money.”

“Then they don’t mind if she works on her nights off?”

“Not exactly. They provide her with nights off because, unlike some people, they would rather their best girls stay with them, and the girls know they have it much better than a lot of the other girls who turn tricks for a living. Still, if they found out Cindy was turning tricks on the side, they’d expect their cut of thirteen-fifty for each two-hour session.”

“But that’s not right!” I said. “They’re kinda like agents, right? If the girl sets up the job, why do they think they deserve any of her money?”

“Because, sweetie, that’s how the business works. Even mainstream actors and actresses don’t screw over their agents. It’s a good way to find yourself black-balled in this town.”

“What’s black-balled?” I asked.

“It’s where you are prevented from working because nobody will hire you.”

“Then she can just do it on her own,” I said, thinking I had the perfect solution and wondering why Cindy hadn’t thought of it before.

“It’s not that easy,” Mom said. “Even though Cindy’s at the top of her line of business, quitting isn’t an option for her.”

“But you quit,” I said, wondering why quitting would be a problem.

“Well… yes and no,” Mom said.

“Huh?” I was really confused.

“Sweetie, the same people who own Cindy, are also the producers of my movies. They pay me good money, but they make a helluva lot more from distribution and sales of them.”

I didn’t like the words she used — owned Cindy. Did they own my mom too? I asked her.

“Well, owned is not exactly the right word. Let’s just say they have exclusive rights to any and all projects each of us partakes in. It’s a tough industry. sweetie. It’s not for lightweights. A lot of very pretty girls come out here, thinking they’ll be discovered in a week and be the next Marilyn Monroe or something. They get here and realize it’s not that easy because a thousand other beautiful girls had the same idea that month. They find they need to make money, and turning tricks is something they can do to make it, sometimes a lot of money over time. When I started out, I made a hundred for each trick. I’d usually get in two or three a night. That was a lot of money back then. Still is, I suppose. Let’s say I averaged two a night. That’s a thousand a week for five nights, tax free. I didn’t mind doing it because fucking is fun, whether it’s with a man or a woman. And I’d even get the occasional little girl or even a little boy. It was fun, and lucrative.”

I thought about that for a minute. I hadn’t thought about it, but basically my mom was just a prostitute who made films. It sounded sordid to me. “Why do you continue making films, Mom?” I asked, really wanting to hear her answer.

“Don’t worry, honey. It’s because I want to. I know it’s disease free because our people are checked each week. Yes, if I wanted to quit, I’d have a hard time doing that, but you see, this industry has a built-in shelf life. Eventually, I’ll be considered too old to make these movies, and I’ll be allowed to leave. That’s when I’ll start my own production company. Many women in the industry have done the same thing. That’s where the real money is, anyway. Believe me, I love what I do, and I even get along with the people who pay me. And pay me well.”

Then I asked the question I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask.

“Mom? What would happen if they found out Cindy was making dates on the side?”

She looked at me a moment before saying, “They’d want their money.”

“What if she didn’t have it?”

She looked at me again, this time for what felt like a long time, and I knew whatever answer she gave would not be the whole truth.

“They’d work something out.”

I dropped the topic. I wasn’t ready to think about the uglier side of things.

Going to my bedroom, I called Deanna since I knew she’d be home by now and we talked about everything under the sun, though most of our phone time was spent talking about her cousin’s wedding and the rehearsal and dinner the night before. We made plans to get together at school the next day before class started. We were in the fifth grade, though not in the same class.

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Time went by, and finally it was time for my grandmother to visit us. The one I overheard having phone sex with my mom back around my birthday. I was anxious and looking forward to it. I hadn’t seen her for a long time, and I barely even remembered her, except that we spoke on the phone occasionally. She lived in New York, and my mom and I lived in the Los Angeles area, actually in Long Beach. The distance for flying was a lot, and my grandmother didn’t like to fly, so it took a lot to get her to come see us. The last time had been when I was five, so it was before my mom and I got involved sexually.

It was three days before Christmas, and my mom and I went to LAX to meet my grandmother’s plane. I knew that my mom and her mom had started having sex when my mom was young, but neither my mom nor my grandmother knew I knew. It made me feel a bit horny when I saw my grandmother, knowing she and my mom had done that. Apparently, the apple did not fall far from the tree in that respect.

Also, I always knew my mom had gotten her good looks from her mother. Grandma was in her mid-forties, but she could have easily passed for being ten years younger. She had a wonderful figure. Her boobs were slightly bigger than Mom’s but their waists and hips looked about the same. I found myself picturing her naked as she walked along, and that sent a small jolt to my clit.

As she came down the concourse, Mom waved at her mother, who waved back. She was pulling a small suitcase on rollers behind her, but I knew she would have more being sent to the luggage pickup area.

When she got out of the secure area, we greeted her with hugs and kisses. I was actually a bit disappointed they didn’t kiss more passionately, but of course, they had to maintain what my mom always called “an outward picture of propriety.”

The funniest part of this whole trip to the airport was that my mom, of course, was recognized by a number of people. It’s funny when you see someone notice a person they consider famous. They sort of slow down if they’re walking, or even stop dead in their tracks and stare. They always have this look that seems to say, “Is that…?” Then when they realize it is the famous X-rated movie star, Kayleigh Katz, their jaws drop or they smile. Some of the men will look downright dangerous, as if they might pounce on my mother right there in public and start fucking her.

I had counted at least five people I knew recognized my mother from her movies. Four were men, and one was a woman. I have to admit I wished my mom would have taken the time to meet the woman. She looked to be about twenty-two and was very sexy with small boobs and a slim waist and hips. Her red hair was in a ponytail that hung to between the shoulder blades. She was wearing tinted shades that she actually pulled down to the end of her nose to stare at mom as we walked within five feet of the woman. I was holding mom’s hand, and she gave it a gentle squeeze to let me know she had noticed the lady fan as well and wanted to signal me to look around and see her if I hadn’t. That was a sort of code we shared.

After we had greeted Grandma, we turned to head down to retrieve her remaining luggage, and I saw the sexy woman again. She was picking up another girl from the airport. This girl was just as sexy, a brunette, and looked to be maybe eighteen or nineteen. These two kissed when they met, but it was obvious they didn’t worry about an “outward picture of propriety” at all. They were making out, tongues and all. Then I noticed the redhead point out my mom. When they looked our way, I smiled and winked at them.

Mom and Grandma were talking, mostly ignoring me, and had stopped for a moment, so I decided to be a tease with these older girls. I glanced around to make sure nobody was looking, including Mom and Grandma, and turned back to the girls, who were still gawking at Mom.

They saw me look at them, and I slowly reached my hand to the crotch of my jeans. When I got there, I slowly squeezed my pussy before letting go. Then I blew them a kiss, using the hand that had just groped my pussy.

Their jaws dropped again, but this time at what I had done. The brunette, especially, had her mouth open, but was also obviously smiling. She had enjoyed my little Lolita act.

“Are you ready, Cheryl?” Mom asked, as she and Grandma finished whatever conversation they had been having. I’d caught only a few words, and they were making plans of some sort. She noticed where I was looking, took my hand, and squeezed it in a “don’t stare” kind of message. (It’s funny how I could tell what Mom meant with each squeeze, but I could.)

“Are you ready for Santa?” Grandma asked. I told you we hadn’t communicated much.

“She’s past the Santa stage, Mom,” my mother said. “She’s much more grown up than that.”

“Of course. What was I thinking? I guess I should have visited more these past five years. To me, you’re still that little girl of five that I last saw.”

I just smiled at her and said nothing. I wasn’t sure what I should say, so I kept my mouth shut to avoid making an idiot of myself. I loved my grandma because she was just that — my grandma, but in all honesty, I barely knew her, and she barely knew me. Most of what I knew was that she and Mom had enjoyed a relationship similar to the one I had with Mom. And I’d only known that a few months.

We arrived at the baggage claim, and grandma gave a guy her claim tickets. He went searching for the two bags, and we stood there watching, Mom and Grandma engaging in more conversation.

This was fine with me because, of course, the redhead and her girlfriend were down there, too. The brunette was watching the conveyor as the luggage popped through a plastic curtain into the claim area. The redhead was watching me.

And I was watching her.

I decided to play a naughty game with her. I crossed my legs together, and put my hand down there, as if I had to pee. I could see in her eyes she knew my bladder wasn’t full at all. I was just using this as an excuse to touch my pussy.

She reached up with her right hand and appeared to scratch her boob, but I knew it didn’t itch. She was stimulating her nipple.

I put a hand in my pocket and then began to rub myself. Anyone looking at me that had no idea what I was really doing would think I just had my hand in my pocket.

The redhead knew better. She watched as I stimulated my clit, the only thing between my fingers and my pussy being the cotton of the pocket and my panties.

The redhead looked around, as if to see if anyone was watching. Nobody was, although later, I knew there would be some video footage of us since the area is covered with security cameras. Oh, well, let someone get off watching us turn each other on. It didn’t matter to me. Even if they saw it and wanted to do something, they really couldn’t. She and I were at least thirty feet apart, and there would be ample proof that no actual molestation took place.

Then the redhead put her own hand inside the pocket of her shorts. The shorts were rather tight, so when she moved her hand to her pussy from inside the pocket, I could clearly see the outline of her hand massaging herself through the material, just as I was doing.

I looked around. Seeing I was mostly being ignored by everyone but the redhead, I took my hand out of my pocket and pushed it down into my pants and panties. I was touching my pussy now with my bare hand, and you can believe it felt good. Great, in fact. I hadn’t realized I had gotten this horny playing this odd little game with a complete stranger.

Mom and Grandma continued their conversation.

I continued masturbating in front of the whole, oblivious world.

And the redhead followed my lead.

Her hand came out of her pocket and went down her shorts, but she did something a bit different. She was wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt. She pulled her arm inside the sleeve before dipping it down into her shorts. I suppose that would prevent most people from seeing what exactly her hand was doing down there.

We stood there, masturbating to the sight of the other, but doing so slowly. No quick movements to draw attention to ourselves. Just leisurely rubbing of our most private spot.

I noticed the brunette moving back to the redhead with her suitcase. When she got to her friend, she noticed that she was rather occupied at the moment. Then the brunette looked in the direction her girlfriend was looking and saw me. My hand down my pants, obviously rubbing myself. Brunette’s jaw dropped again.

Then I noticed something else. A man was standing about twenty feet behind the redhead, leaning against a wall. He was to her right, my left as I looked at them. His hand was in his pocket and occupied as well. We had been seen, but not by anyone who was going to do anything to stop us. The three of us stood there, working ourselves to coming, or at least getting ourselves very close to it. It occurred to me he may have only seen me because the redhead was facing away from him. Being my mother’s daughter, that only added to my excitement.

I began to picture everyone in the area noticing us masturbating and we would all end up on the dirty floor, one by one, pulling our pants down and dresses up and getting ourselves off in a mass come-fest.

Then I imagined the redhead and her girlfriend later. They were certainly going to have sex when they arrived wherever they were going. I pictured them together. The brunette was licking the redhead, as the redhead called her Cheryl. (Hey, if I’m going to fantasize, I can be a part of it, right?)

That did it for me. I began to tremble and shake. Not a lot, but enough that the redhead knew I was coming.

And apparently, that did it for her. Her mouth stretched open in a silent moan. I could see her chest expanding and contracting with the strong contractions. Her eyes closed for a second, but opened again, wide.

We both calmly withdrew our hands from the small caves below and watched the other catch her breath. I put my fingers to my nose, inhaled my scent, then put them in my mouth to suck them clean.

Redhead did the same. Brunette, who was watching us both, looked ready to come without even touching herself.

I suddenly realized I would be part of their masturbation fantasies for a long time, and that made me proud. To think that I, a ten-year-old girl without pubic hair, could so inflame an older girl’s desires like that, made me realize the power of sex, the command I could have over others. I also knew that now, whenever redhead–or even brunette for that matter–watched one of my mom’s videos, they would also think of me, her daughter.

When I looked, the man was no longer there. I guessed he had come in his pants and gone to clean up or something. I really didn’t care.

“You ready?” Grandma asked. Then her countenance changed. “Are you okay, honey?”

Mom looked at me, and I blushed. She knew what I looked like after coming. I noticed her eyes flicker to my side and my hand that hung there, where she saw my fingers, which were still wet with my saliva from licking my fingers clean. She frowned and I knew she wasn’t happy. Then she looked around and noticed the redhead and brunette, who were whispering to each other and looking my way. The deep flush of the redhead’s face nearly matched her hair.

“Come along,” she said and took my hand, the one that had moments before been massaging my clit and labia.

Grandma needed to stop at the bathroom, so Mommy had a chance to talk to me.

“Why did you do that? Don’t you know if someone had seen you, there could be trouble for me?”

“I’m sorry.” Mom rarely got angry with me, and it always hurt my heart when she did.

She saw the tears welling up and lightened her tone a little. “It’s just that you were taking a very big chance. Men see that and they make plans to snatch little girls away from their moms. And the fact that a lot of those men have seen me in movies so often they would recognize me makes me and my family an easy target.”

“I said I’m sorry,” I said, the tears now falling down my cheeks, though I wasn’t sobbing or anything.

She straightened up. (She had bent over to be at eye level with me.) “Baby, please. Don’t ever do that again, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

I held out my pinkie, which was bent into a hook, and she took it with her own hooked pinkie. “Pinkie swear,” I said.

Apparently, I wasn’t as grown up as either of us thought.

Continue on to Chapter 22

My Birthday and the Game

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

On my birthday I awoke thinking about how lucky I was. So much had happened in the past four years since my mother first introduced me to mother-daughter sex. I lay there thinking of how many different people I had done something sexual with. I was astounded at the number, and I realized it could still be short a few that I’d forgotten. But the count I came up with was eighteen. I was surprised at that number. A few of them were men I had sucked off, but the rest were women or girls.

Then I heard my mom outside my bedroom door, singing “Happy Birthday.” When my bedroom door opened, though, she wasn’t alone. Deanna was there, as was my Aunt Emmy, my mother’s younger sister. I beamed at her.

“Hey, ten-year-old!” she said. A grin that could light up Texas greeted me. I was surprised to see her, as well as Deanna, and I jumped out of bed to hug them.

I was naked, of course. My aunt and best friend giggled, but I just said, “Don’t pretend you wear something to bed!” Hugs were given, along with a few gropes of my bare butt. In other words, I was being greeted just the way I wanted. The surprise was my first present of the day.

They each had a card for me, so I sat on my bed to read them. Deanna had this big card that had a window to see the inside of the card. It was a drawing that looked like a woman’s body, complete with curves and something that looked like the lower half of some cartoon boobs. On the outside it said, “People with dirty thoughts.” When I opened the card, I laughed. It was a cartoon picture of a dog’s face, not a naked woman. The boobs were the eyes, and the curves were created by his long nose and face. The cutout was set in just the right place to make it look like a naked woman. The inside read, “are dirty dogs.” Deanna had put lots of hugs and kisses on the inside, represented by all the X’s and O’s, and signed it, “I love you!” with her name, of course, along with the words, “Your best friend and sex toy.” She had also written, “Hope I can lick your kitty today, you dirty dog!”

I leaned over and kissed her. Not a big kiss, not yet anyway because I knew how easy it would be to get carried away in front of my mom and her sister. Just one of those “I really love you too” kind of kisses.

Aunt Emmy’s card was more serious, though. My mom’s was too. It had all the mushy stuff about how they cherish me. I felt the same way about them, but I wished they were funny ones like Deanna’s. I was kind of embarrassed to be reading them out loud, which Mom made me do.

Next, they made me get dressed because we were going out for breakfast to IHOP, short for “International House of Pancakes.” I love IHOP, mostly because I love pancakes. Their strawberry syrup was my favorite.

While we waited for a table, Aunt Emmy told me she would have to leave for her drive home early that afternoon. I was disappointed to hear that because I was hoping she could stay the night. Then Deanna dropped the bombshell that almost ruined everything for me. I know they could have waited to give me the bad news later, but I suppose they wanted to get it out of the way so we could enjoy ourselves without a false expectation in the air.

Deanna smiled a sad smile at me after Aunt Emmy said she would have to leave. I looked at her, wondering why she was sad.

“What?” I asked. She could tell what I meant by my one-word question.

“I can’t be at your ‘special party’ this week,” she said. She avoided saying anything that might suggest we would be having sex because the restaurant was crowded.

“Why not?” I asked her, already feeling the tears beginning to gather in my eyes from the double-whammy of bad news.

“Well, you see, my mom–”

“Won’t let you miss school?!” I nearly shouted. I was getting really pissed off. I had introduced the woman to the joys of sex with young girls, including with her own daughters, and this was how she was going to repay me?

“No, it’s not that,” she explained.

I calmed down a little. “Then what?” I asked.

“I have to go to the wedding rehearsal for my cousin. I’m a flower girl, and we’ll be having a dinner after it.”

Deanna had a twenty-year-old cousin who was getting married next weekend. I was instantly hurt, though, that she couldn’t be at my sex party.

“You don’t have to be there for the rehearsal! All you do is walk in front of your cousin and toss flowers on the floor. Why do you have to rehearse that?” I really was mad about this!

“Believe me, I’ve tried to get out of it, but my mom said the whole family would be angry with me.”

I looked at her and for some reason felt betrayed. Down deep, I knew she couldn’t help it, and I also remembered how much she was looking forward to being a part of her cousin’s wedding. I was pissed at myself for being selfish and at her for not being able to be there.

Tears began to fall down my cheeks as my eyelids overflowed.

Deanna took my hand, “I’m sorry,” she nearly whispered. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” She was starting to cry now too, so I just said, “I have to go to the bathroom,” and got up to go clean my face.

When I got in the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and burst into tears. What the hell was the matter with me? I knew Deanna felt bad about not being able to spend the night Wednesday night, and my own actions just made her feel worse. What kind of girlfriend does that?

The door to the ladies room opened, and I looked through the blur of my tears to see my mom enter.

I thought she might be mad, but she wasn’t. She pulled me into her arms and held me as I cried.

“I’m sorry,” I said through the tears. “I didn’t mean to hurt Deanna.”

“It’s okay,” Mom said. “You can tell her that later. I just wanted to be sure you’re okay is all.”

“I’m just pissed because first Aunt Emmy has to leave and can’t stay the night and then Deanna won’t be there Wednesday.”

“I know,” she said. “You’re disappointed is all. I understand. The good news is that Cindy will be there, and she’s bringing Jenna.”

I looked up into my mom’s face. She was smiling what I called the caring mom smile. It was a smile that said she understood and would be there for me until I got ahold of myself and came to grips with the disappointment. The smile told me she knew I would eventually do the right thing and apologize to Deanna for going off the deep end.

I was just about finished crying when the door opened, and Deanna walked in. She was crying too, of course. When I saw her, I burst into tears all over again and ran to her and hugged her. We were alone in the bathroom — my mom, Deanna, and me — so I kissed her, using my tongue to massage the insides of her delicious mouth and tongue.

“I’m sorry!” I said. “I know you didn’t arrange this on purpose.”

“Me too,” she said, kissing me again. The bathroom door started to open and we jumped back from each other, afraid to be caught making out like that, especially in front of my mother.

But it was only Aunt Emmy who stuck her head in. “They have us a table,” she said. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I think so,” said Mom. “Just a case of puberty.”

I looked at her. “Huh?” I asked. I knew what puberty was. I just didn’t understand how this could be blamed on it.

“Sweetie, puberty is about more than getting boobs and a shapely butt. It’s also a time of extreme mood swings. Like your reaction.”

“But I’m only ten!” I said, not really ready for puberty if it meant losing my cool so easily.

“It happens at lots of ages. It’s even possible that your early introduction to… certain things… might cause early onset for you,” she said.

“Really? Do you think I’ll be starting my period soon?”

“I doubt it, but we’ll see. I had a friend who started hers when she was ten.”

We ended our conversations and went to our table to have breakfast. I decided to look on the bright side. Cindy would be there, along with Jenna, who was only seven and involved with her mom sexually. I loved licking girls her age and couldn’t wait.

Then a thought occurred to me. Perhaps I could see if little Emily Grayson, the girl I babysat, could come over for my party. She was now seven. And of course, there was also Nikki, Tera and Rick’s five-year-old that Deanna and I seduced at Tera’s suggestion. She had just turned six herself.

Things were looking up, after all.

We ate our breakfast and went home. Before Aunt Emmy could leave, we had to have sex, of course. Mommy, Aunt Emmy, Deanna (who at least got permission to stay the night that night, at least), and I had a lot of fun.

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That Wednesday night, I was anxious about my party. Little Emily was going to join us after all, and I was looking forward to seeing her and Jenna together. I’d never seen two little girls that age having sex, and the idea was keeping my pussy well lubricated.

Finally, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, Ronni Grayson and her daughter, seven-year-old Emily, were standing there. Emily was all smiles, her backpack in hand. Ronni stepped in and kissed me hello, wishing me a happy birthday.

She looked down at Emily and said, “Why don’t you take your bag into Cheryl’s room. She’ll show you where it is. Meanwhile, I want to talk to Cheryl’s mother for a moment, okay? Now, scoot!”

Emily grabbed my hand, turned her smile to me, and said, “Thank you for inviting me for the sleepover party. Where’s your room?”

With her warm hand still in mine, I ushered her to my bedroom. She loved it, especially the stuffed animals on my bed. She picked up my Pooh Bear and hugged it.

“I love Pooh, don’t you?”

I smiled and said, “You don’t know the half of it.”

“Huh?”

“Well, sometimes I hump his nose to have orgasms,” I explained.

“Oh, that. Yeah, I like doing that with my stuffed animals too.” Then she changed the subject. Well, sort of anyway. “Will we be doing sex stuff with each other in here?”

I nodded. “Yeah, and in the playroom downstairs, too.”

“That sounds great,” she said. I knew the girl was only seven, but she had the libido of a much older girl, like seventeen. “Mommy told me to be extra good cuz it’s your birthday. I didn’t bring you a present though. Mommy said I was the present.” She grinned at that, and I joined her. She would be anyone’s favorite present, at least anyone who liked sex with little girls.

“Did you know someone else will be here, too? Someone your age?” I asked.

She looked at me and her lips formed a huge “O” of surprise. “No! Is she here yet?”

“Not yet. But she should be here pretty soon.”

“Can I go ahead and get naked? I like being naked when I’m inside, and sometimes even when I’m outside.”

“Sure,” I said. “You go outside naked too?” I’d never heard about that.

“Yeah, when it’s warm, Mommy or Aunt Randi let me get naked and play in the back yard. It’s a lot of fun,” she said, as if I wouldn’t know that. “Sometimes they get naked too. Aunt Randi said it made her horny to be outside with me like that, so she goes naked outside too and rubs herself or sometimes she’ll get me to do stuff with her.” She was like any typical seven-year-old when excited. She would talk so fast the words would tumble together. Sometimes she would say an entire sentence that sounded like one word. I thought it was cute.

Do you ever play with yourself when you go outside naked by yourself?” I asked, mostly curious.

“Sure. Hey? What’s this?” She had been sort of surveying my room as she stripped and had seen my new vibrator that Mom had gotten me for my birthday. It was sitting on my bedside table next to my Mickey Mouse lamp. I had already tried it out a couple of times, the first time on the night of my birthday as I slept with Deanna. In fact, it was in the middle of the night, and the humming had awakened Deanna, so of course, I had used it on her, too.

“That’s my new vibrator,” I said. “Your mom has one, too, remember?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I’ve seen her use it. It’s not pink like this, though, and it has these little ripply things and this thing that looks like a mushroom on the end of it.”

“Your mom’s looks like a man’s penis. I’ve seen it before too. Also, that one doesn’t vibrate. It’s just used to fuck a woman wherever she wants to be fucked.”

“You mean Mommy’s looks like a man’s thingy?”

“Yeah,” I said. “You never asked her about it?”

“No.”

“Mine is smooth and looks kinda like a rocket, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” She stood in thought a moment. “Are you gonna play with this tonight too?” she asked.

“Maybe. Tongues and fingers feel better, though,” I said, “especially when it’s someone else’s fingers.”

“How come?”

“Well, tongues and fingers are soft and alive. My vibrator feels good, but it’s kinda hard and… well… not alive.”

“Oh,” she said, though I found myself thinking she didn’t really understand my point.

It was difficult to explain it to her. After all, while she was sexually active with her mom and aunt, she was still only seven and had only been with the two of them, my Aunt Emmy, and me. She had not had enough sexual experience to really make any kind of judgment like that. Her frame of reference just wasn’t wide enough to explain it well.

That was the first time I found myself thinking about how hard a teacher’s job must be. I talked to my mom later about that, and she said this was just more evidence that I was growing up. I guess she was right. I began to realize I was starting to consider a lot of things from other people’s point-of-view, especially if I felt a lot different about something than the other person did.

“You gonna get naked too?” Emily asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yeah!” This idea obviously excited her. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and daring.

“Okay,” I said, stripping off my clothes. Now we were both naked, standing in my room and just looking at each other as if we’d not seen each other naked before.

She looked over at my vibe again. “How does it work?” she asked. I could tell she was anxious to use it.

I figured, what the hell, I’d show her.

“Lie on my bed,” I said. She obeyed instantly.

Taking the vibe in my right hand, I nudged her legs apart. “Spread your legs wide,” I said.

She did, and even grasped herself behind the knees to bring her knees up under her armpits, her elbows now hooked behind her knee joints. I marveled at the flexibility of a girl that age for just a second before switching the vibe on low and touching her pussy with it.

She jumped at the contact and giggled her approval. “That feels good!” she said.

“I know,” I said, and went back to her most sensitive area and placed the vibe against her mound again, this time pressing a bit harder to cut down on the ticklish feel it could have when only barely touching the skin.

Emily gasped sharply as her tender flesh was stimulated by the toy.

“You like it?” I asked, knowing the answer before she had a chance to answer.

“Uh-huh!” she said. She had evidently been horny before arriving because she was instantly near an orgasm, if her moans and gasps were a reliable sign.

At that moment my bedroom door opened, and our mothers were standing there.

“Emily!” Ronni said, surprised. “I told you no orgasms before the party!”

Pulling the vibe away from the immediately protesting Emily, I turned to the women and laughed. For some reason her comment was about the funniest thing I’d ever heard. It had the sound of “no cookies before dinner” and the general weirdness of the comment itself just made me burst out laughing. I instantly wondered how many women said those words to their seven-year-old daughters. Not many, I was sure, but then again maybe more than I realized. But that was a question nobody would ever know the answer to, I was sure.

“Moooommm!!!” Emily whined. “I know you did, but Cheryl has this new toy and we wanted to try it out on me!”

Still laughing, I looked at Ronni and said, “Sorry. I didn’t know you’d given her those instructions. We’ll stop now.”

Ronni just smiled and looked from Emily to me to my mom. “Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I suppose,” she said, chuckling.

I was still laughing at Ronni’s words when she saw what we were doing, and Mom asked what was so funny. When I explained, they both joined in, laughing at it as well.

At that moment, the doorbell sounded again.

“That must be Cindy and Jenna,” Mom said, and, seeing how she was dressed and I was naked, she went to answer the door.

We heard the muffled sounds of conversation as my mom greeted them. While this took place, Ronni sat on my bed beside Emily and gave her last minute instructions before leaving. I heard my mom introduce Cindy and Jenna to Ronni. I could tell from all the way in my room that Ronni was very taken with Cindy’s looks.

Holding my hand out for Emily’s, I took it and we walked out to where everyone stood, chatting. Jenna was the first to see us, and she shrunk behind her mother’s leg, peering around it to keep looking at the two naked girls who had just entered the room.

I smiled at her and said, “Hi!”

Cindy saw me and grinned. “Naked already, eh?” she said, winking at me.

I shrugged in reply and was about to make some answer to her mostly rhetorical question when Cindy saw Emily.

“Oh my!” she gasped before kneeling down to her level. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Emily. I live down the street, and that’s my mommy,” she said, pointing at Ronni.

Ronni was still staring at Cindy with an occasional glimpse at Jenna. I wondered if anyone close enough would be able to smell her horniness. She was obviously hot for the woman, as well as her shy daughter.

Mom had invited Ronni to join us when she invited Emily, but Ronni couldn’t make it since she had a dinner she was obligated to attend for her work. I could tell she now wished she could have called in sick or something.

After Emily had introduced her mom, despite the fact my mother had already done so, Cindy looked at Ronni and said, “Yes, and she’s a very pretty mommy, too, isn’t she?”

I watched as Ronni actually blushed. “So, umm, tell me,” she stammered. “Do, uh, do you two, um, I mean, do you two work together?”

Cindy flashed her million watt smile and said, “No. I’m sort of in a private business, but similar to Kayleigh’s I suppose.” Their eyes met, and I could see understanding dawn on Ronni.

“Oh, okay, well, um, can I, well, can I ask you a, uh, personal question?” Ronni continued to stammer. It was the only time I ever saw the woman flustered that badly.

“Sure,” Cindy answered, still beaming that smile that made me want to melt. I could understand Ronni’s reaction completely.

“Well, I don’t mean to be crude, but, well, how much do you charge in this business of yours?”

“Seven-fifty an hour, with a two hour minimum,” Cindy said. Then she stepped up to Ronni, pulled her close, and kissed her. Then looking down at Emily, she said, “That’s just a free sample. But if you include–” she stopped and glanced at Emily, “your daughter there, I’d give you a discount. One-third off, but that would have to be either on a Sunday or Wednesday night.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was witnessing an expensive call girl plying her trade, more or less, in my mother’s entry hall, propositioning our neighbor and hinting that if seven-year-old Emily were part of the deal, Cindy would do it for a thousand dollars instead of fifteen hundred.

“Do you have a card or something?”

Cindy reached in her purse, withdrew a card from a card pouch, and handed it to Ronni. I’d seen her cards before. They advertised that she offered massage therapy in your home.

Taking the card, Ronni leaned in and kissed Cindy, their tongues easily visible as they plunged and probed each other’s mouth.

When the kiss broke, Ronni said, “That’s my own free sample. I’ll be in touch.” Then, leaning down, she kissed Emily similarly to how she had just kissed Cindy, though for less time, and left, turning down the walkway toward her house a few blocks away.

Later as we ate pizza, I thought about why Cindy would only offer the discount on her nights off. I decided I would ask Mom about it later.

But for now, it was time for the sexy party to begin! Everyone was here, and at least two of us were already naked.

I wasn’t sure how we should begin, but Mommy settled that.

“As the birthday girl, Cheryl, you should tell us what you want. What do you want to happen?”

I looked at my mom, Cindy, and the two little girls who were anxiously waiting for me to express my desires.

Then I knew.

“Everyone lie down on the carpet,” I said, “except me.”

“What are you going to do?” Emily asked.

“You’ll see. And I promise you’ll all like it. Love it, in fact.”

“Do you want us in any order?’ Mom asked.

I thought about that a second. “Yes, I want it to be Mommy, Emily, Cindy, and Jenna.”

Jenna had lost a lot of her shyness once everyone had taken off their clothes. She was ready for the party to begin. I had noticed while we all sat in the playroom and relaxed before starting the fun so we could get to know each other a bit more that Jenna had frequently leaned back in her chair and played with herself, openly masturbating in front of everyone there.

She was a girl after my heart.

I watched as they all took their places. When they were lying there, looking up at me for further instructions, I said, “Okay, here’s how it’s going to go. I’m going to start by kissing, licking, and stuff like that, my mom’s boobs. It’s going to be kinda like Simon Says. Then I’ll move to Emily and do the same to her. Then I will move Cindy. At that point, Mommy starts licking and sucking on Emily’s nipples, just as I had done before her. When I move to Jenna, Mommy will move to Cindy. When I finish with Jenna, I will lie down. Mommy will move to Jenna, and Emily will start doing the same stuff to Cindy’s boobs. Then after a moment, Mommy will move to me, Emily to Jenna, and we’ll keep going like that. Once it’s my turn to start back on Mommy, I will pick another area of her body to make love to for a minute or two. When she has the chance to move to Emily, she’ll do what I did to her. Get it? It will be like a train moving along a track. We’ll keep going like that until everyone has had a chance to come at least once. The rule will be that by the time you are on your third time around, you have to do something to the pussy from then on to make sure you’re bringing that person closer to coming.”

The girls didn’t follow what it would mean, but I told them they’d get the idea once we began. “Basically,” I said, “you just keep moving to the next person until you’ve done all three. Then you lie back down next to the last person of the three you did something to and it all starts again for you. Whoever is the farthest along the line decides how long everyone does whatever it is to the others. When they move on, the other person moves on.”

“I think I get it,” Jenna said. “It sounds really neat!”

“Then let’s get started!” I said, and moved to my mom.

Lying next to her, I leaned in and began to make oral love to my mom’s boobs. I kissed and licked everywhere on them, ending with about a minute of sucking her nipples and nibbling on them. Her sighs told me she was enjoying this little party game I had come up with.

I moved on to Emily. She didn’t have boobs, of course, but I did lick where they would be one day, concentrating on her nipples. She wasn’t old enough yet for that to feel all that good, but she did like what I was doing.

I moved now to Cindy. When I did, I noticed that Jenna had already started touching her pussy again. I stopped my attentions to Cindy’s boobs to make a new rule. “New rule,” I said, and everyone stopped for a second. “No touching yourself. You have to wait until someone else touches you.”

Jenna didn’t look that pleased with that rule, but it was necessary to maintain the spirit of the game, which was to deal with the anticipation until you couldn’t wait to come. At least, that’s how I saw it.

By the time I was loving on Jenna’s nipples, Mommy was enjoying Cindy’s boobs. I could hear the two women sighing and panting as their desires mounted.

I lay beside Jenna and looked at her. The little blond was smiling at me as if I owned the secret to happiness. And maybe I did.

Mommy moved to Jenna then, and she looked down at what my mom was doing to her. Then she looked at me. “Can we touch someone else?” she asked.

“Sorry, not until it’s your turn to do what the last person did to you,” I said. She frowned, but I knew she’d end up enjoying it more when she had a turn to start licking my boobs.

I especially watched Emily making love to Jenna’s nipples. I had never seen girls this young together, and I found myself enjoying it a great deal. It made me want twin girls whenever I got pregnant the first time.

By the time Jenna had moved away from my mom to her mother to suck and make love with her mom’s boobs, I moved over to my mom and started making out with her, kissing her and letting my tongue roam where it wanted in her mouth, seeking her tongue to share a dance of our tongues’ erotic rhythms. I thought of Jenna and moved my hand to my mom’s butt, squeezing it as I moved my mother onto her side to allow access to her ass.

Soon, we were all engaged in the game. By the time I started my third round, I decided to play with the pussy of the person I was enjoying. I began to hear moans from everyone as we began to get nearer to our climaxes, especially Mom and Cindy.

My fourth round finally got us to pussy-licking. I went down on my mom, meanwhile moving my hands to her boobs and pinching her nipples, as well as exploring her butthole and tickling it. I even moved down to lick her rosebud a few times just to add to the pleasure for everyone. After all, what I did, the others could do, too.

The best part of this game, of course, was that at a point, you were simply waiting to make love to the person next to you. Because there were five of us, someone was always waiting. For instance, when I moved from my mom to Emily, my mother had to wait for me to finish with Emily before being able to do anything to anyone else.

It took nearly forty-five minutes of this before I knew everyone was getting really close to an orgasm. The constant movement from being “serviced” by someone to being “serviced” once again was keeping everyone on the edge, but preventing the orgasm from happening. This, of course, would also make the orgasm much better once it did occur.

Finally, I decided someone should start coming, so I spent a lot of time on Cindy until she climaxed, her juices literally pouring out of her pussy. When I moved to Jenna, I told Mommy to stay with Emily until she came. Emily seemed to burst into a climax just seconds after I had given this instruction. Then Jenna came. She was lovely when the climax hit her. She went completely rigid, as if to move would end the joy. Then she uttered a high-pitched squeal that grew in intensity as her orgasm claimed her. When I finished, I told the other three who had come to now make love to my mom and me, but that I was deciding the partners. I told Emily and Jenna to make me come, and Cindy was to make love to my mom.

I barely noticed when my mother started her orgasm. It wasn’t until she was nearly screaming it out that I realized she had reached the long-awaited completion to our lovemaking. Within seconds of hearing my mother’s grunts and screams of joy as the orgasm washed over her body, my own climax slammed into me.

Jenna and Emily were both between my spread legs, nearly fighting for the space to get their mouths on my pussy. I clenched and shuddered as wave after wave of my orgasm coursed through me, seeming to begin and end at the mouths of the two little girls feasting on my twat.

We lay there for several minutes, catching our breath and fanning ourselves.

“So, how was round one?” I asked.

“Damn near killed me,” Cindy said, and laughed.

We got up and ate some frozen pizza that took about a half hour to cook before continuing. This time, I wanted to watch the little ones together before everyone got into a sort of free-for-all.

I watched as the girls kissed and touched each other everywhere. Soon, they were locked in a passionate sixty-nine. I watched as the tongues swam in the bald pussy of the other, coaxing little heaves and grunts from lungs and throats, creating small spasms as their climaxes approached, and finally splashing orgasms from their bare mounds.

I felt I was in some world where problems didn’t exist.

Later, we all went to bed, exhausted. The next morning, I watched again as the two seven-year-olds went at it again in my bed. Mommy told me she and Cindy pretty well did the same. I took my time licking the little ones until everyone had an orgasm to start the day.

If only they didn’t tire me out so much, I would begin each day just like this.

That’s how my tenth birthday became probably the best one of my life.

It was the aftermath that wasn’t so great.

Continue on to Chapter 21