By Naughty Mommy
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For several long seconds, nothing else happened. We simply stood there, all trying to catch our breath, gazing at one another. Or, rather, some of us stood — me, my mom, Kate, Lauren, and Hannah — while the others sat. Samantha had joined her mother on the bed, and Dana was with Chelsea there too, holding her daughter on her lap.
A roomful of naked women and girls, the perfect recipe for a lesbian orgy, an incestuous lesbian orgy! Unfortunately, that didn’t take place, at least not then. In an erotic story, maybe that’s what would have happened next, but this was real life, and things don’t always work out the way you want them to.
Lauren spoke first. “Well,” she grinned, “not being an American, not by birth anyhow, I’ve never really got that much into the Thanksgiving holiday. This year, though, talk about being thankful!”
We all laughed with her.
“I’ll say,” added Kelsey. “This is our first Turkey Day over here — for Hannah and me, that is — and if this is how you Yanks celebrate, we’ve been missing out!”
After more happy laughter, our mother told her, “It’s not always quite like this. We like to have fun, but we’ve never played that game before, at least not on Thanksgiving. Kate invented it just a few months ago, didn’t you, honey?”
My sister nodded, “Yeah, it was, um, lemme see, it was last August. That was the first time, when Riley was here for a sleepover.”
“You played that game with Riley?” Hannah asked, eyes wide. I could see her mind at work, thinking about Lindsey’s and Molly’s cute young friend Riley, picturing her running around nude with the other girls, grabbing and being grabbed.
“Uh-huh, and with Emily too,” said Molly, “except that was later.”
“Wow…” Hannah slowly shook her head, staring into space, obviously imagining the expanded scene. Then she looked at me and smiled, “You know what? We should teach it to Cadence!”
“Good idea,” I agreed, “and her mom too.”
“Yeah,” Hannah giggled.
“Who’s Cadence?” asked Megan.
“Oh, um, she’s a girl that me and Hannah babysit sometimes. She’s 10. Her mother is one of our teachers, for Art & Design,” I said.
Eyebrows went up around the room as people considered the implications of our playing such a sexy game with a teacher and her young daughter. I wondered for a moment if my mom might try to caution us against involving someone from the school, but she didn’t say anything. Either she trusted me to do the right thing, or maybe she really was looking forward to having Ms. Firth and Cadence included in our naughtiness. She hadn’t met them yet, but I’d told her all about them both, along with the things we’d already done, posing nude and so on.
Lauren said, as she looked at her cousin Kelsey, “Well, I guess we really should get dressed and go home. Don’t want to overstay our welcome.”
“S’pose you’re right,” nodded the brunette.
Now I really was hoping my mother would say something, invite them to stay longer, but once more she didn’t. Someone else did speak up, however. It was Samantha. “But wait,” she said, “don’t we have to kiss now? Practice again, like we said?”
Mommy and Megan both began to say no — but they were instantly drowned out by a chorus of girls who really wanted to do some kissing. Chelsea, Molly, Lindsey, Kate, Hannah, and Samantha were begging, demanding, pleading, and I joined in too. “Please? Please? Please?! We want to kiss!!”
There was no way the adults could resist this appeal. Of course they acted like they weren’t going to give in right away, you know, how grownups will do, but finally my mom said, “Well, I suppose, maybe for just a few minutes.”
As the kids clapped, Mommy asked Lauren and Kelsey, “Is that all right with you? Do you mind staying a little longer?”
“Sure, it’s fine, no problem,” Lauren smiled. Kelsey agreed, nodding eagerly.
“How about this,” said my mother, “you girls can kiss for a few minutes, not too long, and we’ll just watch you, okay?”
Everyone seemed happy with that idea. The moms who were still seated stood up, while Hannah and Kate and I hopped onto the king-size bed with the other kids. There were seven of us, though, which meant one would be left out when we began pairing up.
Mommy solved that problem. “Dana, why don’t you join them — you can pretend you’re a little girl, all right?”
The tiny blonde giggled, “Okay, sure!”
“Nice,” I heard Kelsey murmur.
“Who should I kiss?” Dana grinned, as she nestled among us.
“You can kiss me, Mommy,” said Chelsea, wrapping her small arms around her mother’s neck.
So that’s how it worked out: Dana kissed Chelsea, Molly kissed Lindsey, Hannah kissed Kate, and I kissed Samantha. Four pairs of young girls — well, along with one adult who was the size of a young girl — hugging and kissing and caressing as we lay naked on the bed. The rest of the moms gathered around, watching closely.
As much as I loved kissing Samantha (she’d learned fast, and was very good already at using her lips and tongue to turn a girl or a woman on), I sort of kept one eye open to check what else was going on. Since I was facing away from Megan and Lauren, I couldn’t tell what they were doing, but I was able to see that my mom and Kelsey each had a hand between their legs as they watched us kiss. Although they weren’t exactly masturbating — it wasn’t quite that intense — they both were pressing in on their pussies with their fingers.
Regrettably, we weren’t allowed to make out for very long. After only a couple of minutes, Mommy said, “Okay, kids, I think that’s probably enough practice for now.”
Damn it! Just when things were getting good! But I suppose my mother figured, as they say, you should always leave them wanting more, right? Anyhow, in response to her repeated promptings, we slowly disentangled ourselves and got up off the bed.
As everyone began dragging our discarded clothes and shoes and things out of the walk-in closet where we’d left them, Hannah asked, “Can I stay over tonight?”
“Hannah,” tsked her mom, “you don’t —”
But Mommy interrupted, “Of course she can, it’s perfectly fine. And Lindsey too, we’d love to have them both.”
“Well, all right, if you really don’t mind,” said Kelsey.
“Not a bit,” my mother smiled.
It took a little while to sort out the jumble of clothing while we enjoyed some playful teasing about mixing and matching the various outfits. Lauren and Kelsey finished getting dressed eventually, and the rest of us put on maybe just a shirt and a pair of panties. Some wore even less.
We went downstairs and said goodbye to Kelsey and Lauren. They’d walked over along with their daughters earlier in the day, since their house was only two blocks from ours, and now we watched them stroll off together under the streetlights, arm in arm. We waved and they waved back.
Dana and Megan soon decided to leave too, taking Chelsea and Samantha with them for a sleepover at Dana’s apartment. I remembered that Dana had said something about convincing Megan to join us for group sex “the next time”, but she must have decided they weren’t quite ready for that. Oh well, everything would happen at some point, I was pretty sure — hopefully with everyone all at once. That would be great!
Anyway, for now I had the delicious pleasure of sleeping with Hannah in my bed. Of course, it wasn’t bedtime yet, still only about 7:00 o’clock. My mother had a surprise for us, though. Unbeknownst to me, she had rented a movie from Netflix that none of us had ever seen before, so we sat down and watched it. The movie was called But I’m a Cheerleader, and it was really funny and sometimes pretty sexy and even touching too. I liked it a lot. We all did.
After that, it was time for bed. I asked Mommy if Kate could sleep in my room with Hannah and me, and she said that was fine. Hannah frowned when I made the request, probably concerned that it would prevent us from having sex. Little did she know!
Lindsey and Molly slept in Molly’s bed, of course, but with Dana gone, that meant my mom would be all by herself. Obviously that wasn’t a problem, since she slept alone most nights and I knew very well that she could entertain herself with porn and/or masturbation as she often did. Still, I felt kind of sorry for her in a way, being the only one without a bed partner.
She had one more trick up her sleeve, however. After putting Molly and Lindsey to bed and turning out the light in their room, Mommy came and said goodnight to Kate and Hannah and me, telling us not to stay up too late. At that point, she was wearing just panties, a blouse, and a pair of socks. She hadn’t put on a bra following our game, so her breasts swung freely — and enticingly — under the thin blouse. But that was only the opening act.
About fifteen minutes later, after the three of us had brushed our teeth and were snuggling together naked under the covers, giggling and talking with the bedside lamp still on, we heard a knock on my door.
“Come in?” I said.
It was Mommy. She peeked inside and said with a smile, “Sorry, I just remembered something.” Then she walked slowly toward us. She was wearing a sexy red babydoll nightgown, totally sheer, with nothing on under it. We could easily see her erect nipples and her closely trimmed pubic hair.
My mother sat down on the side of the bed, next to Hannah. I was in the middle, with Kate on the other side. “Tomorrow, you know, is when we usually go out for a drive, our day in the country,” she said, “and I thought you might want to let Hannah know about that, ask her if she’d like to go along. Lindsey too, of course. We can talk to her about it in the morning.”
“All right,” I nodded. Hannah’s eyes were bulging as she stared at my mother’s nipples. We’d all been completely naked only a few hours earlier, but somehow this was different, more erotic, seeing her now in her sexy lingerie. It definitely turned me on, and I expected it was doing the same for Hannah.
“Megan and Samantha are coming along with us too,” Mommy said. “We’ll have to take two cars this year, I guess. Anyway, you can think about it.” As she said that, she patted Hannah’s thigh through the blankets, then leaned over to give me a goodnight kiss.
But this was no ordinary goodnight kiss. As soon as her lips touched mine, she parted them and extended her tongue, slipping it into my mouth. I responded eagerly, as I always did with her, kissing my mom as though she were my lesbian lover — which in fact she was. And when she finished with me, she leaned over even farther to kiss Katie the same way — which meant she was practically lying on top of Hannah. My sister and my mother kissed for a few seconds, very wetly, until finally she pulled away.
Mommy stood up, right next to the bed. One hand was at her breast, thumb lightly stroking her nipple through the sheer fabric. “Okay, kids, g’night,” she said. “Sleep well. Pleasant dreams.” And then she left the room.
I knew, of course, that my mother had no real reason to come in that night and talk to us about our plans for the next day. She could just as easily have done that in the morning. The purpose of her visit was simply to display her body and to let my friend watch her kiss us the way she had.
“Wow,” said Hannah, as the door closed. “Wow!”
“Yeah,” I nodded, “my mom’s, uh, pretty hot for a mom, isn’t she?”
“I’ll say she is,” agreed Hannah, “very hot.”
Kate and I both giggled.
Hannah turned to me. She pushed herself up on an elbow. I could see one small breast, topped by a rosy nipple. The other breast was covered by her arm. I felt my pussy tingle as I gazed at her.
“Does your mum kiss you a lot like that?” the girl asked. “I mean, you know, like every night or something?”
I shrugged. “Most nights, yeah. Almost every night, I guess.”
“Except on school nights, it’s only kissing,” said Kate.
Uh-oh! That was a slip!
“What do you mean, only kissing?” Hannah frowned.
“Um, she means, like, we don’t kiss as much on school nights,” I tried to explain. “But on the weekends we do more.”
“More?” asked Hannah.
“More kissing,” I said, “for longer.”
Although that wasn’t the whole truth, it wasn’t really a lie, either, so I didn’t feel too bad about it. But then I began to think maybe I should just go ahead and tell Hannah everything, admit the whole truth, or at least more than I’d told her so far. Given what we’d learned about both her mother and Lauren kissing their daughters the same way our mother enjoyed kissing us, it might not be too much of a shock. On the other hand, eating pussy is a heck of a lot more serious than just kissing!
All this went through my mind in a couple of seconds. Hannah was studying my face, frowning slightly. She could tell I was holding something back. Okay, I said to myself, I’ll tell her more — except first I’ll try turning the tables on her, see how that goes.
“Can I ask you something?” I said.
“Okay, I guess.”
“Um, before, when we were playing the game, Undercover Spy, when we were in the closet and you and me were kissing, remember?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“But then we heard something. We heard your mom and your aunt, and you said to me, you whispered, ‘That’s what they do.’ Remember that?”
Hannah blushed deep red. Her eyes widened and I was suddenly afraid she might start to cry.
“It’s okay,” I assured her. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to. But I mean, I’ll tell you some stuff about us. That doesn’t mean you have to tell us anything at all if you don’t want to, though, ‘cause you don’t. All right?”
Hannah looked at me, then at Kate, then back at me. I saw her swallow. After licking her lips, she said, in a husky voice, “What are you gonna tell me?”
I smiled. “That me and Kate, my sister, that we do stuff, more than just kissing. We do stuff like you and me do, you know, actually have sex.”
“You do??” Hannah asked, evidently astonished.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded. Kate nodded too.
“Cor,” said the redhead, “that’s… really cool.”
“You think so?” I asked.
“Uh-huh, I do.” Hannah sat up naked in bed, cross-legged. Her blushing had receded. She appeared confident once more, that special sparkle I loved back in her eye. I glanced at her crotch for a moment, at the few strands of auburn hair beginning to grow there. Then I looked up at her face again, smiling at her.
“I’m glad you told me that, about what you guys do,” the girl grinned. “I promise I’ll never tell anyone, not a soul. And, um, and you have to promise me the same thing, okay? If I tell you what I know, you won’t ever tell anyone?”
“Sure,” I said, “that’s fine.”
“I promise,” said Kate, “cross my heart.” My sister made the sign, above her left nipple. She’d sat up too, also cross-legged. I was the only one still lying down.
“Okay, well, so, the thing is,” Hannah told us, “my mum and my aunt… you heard them say that when they were young, around our age or thereabouts, that they kissed each other and maybe fooled around some, eh?”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded.
“And um, see, after we moved over here, me and my mum, and they were, you know, they started sharing the same room, her and Lauren, right?”
“Right…”
“Well, they only have one bed, and so I thought maybe it would be just like a regular sleepover, like girls do, you know? Just sleeping and maybe cuddling, but no more than that, except it would be every night.”
“Okay.”
“But, um, then I, well, then I started to think maybe there was something more.”
She paused, looking at us both expectantly, her eyes wide.
“Uh-huh, go on,” I prompted. Sometimes it took Hannah a while to get to the point.
“Okay, um…” She leaned forward, hands on her knees, and spoke very softly. “Sometimes at night I hear them. They say things, like, bad words. Dirty talk, I mean, in their room.”
“What kind of things do they say?” asked Kate.
Hannah blushed again, but at least she was smiling now. In a near whisper, she said, “They talk about, you know, fucking and such like. Fuck, and pussy, and cunt, and all. Dirty talk like that.”
“Do they do anything too?” Kate said. “Or just talk about it?”
“No, I think they… they really do things. I’ve heard them,” Hannah told us.
“Heard them doing what?” I asked.
“You know, fucking.”
“What do you mean?” I said. “How can you hear someone fucking?”
“Have you seen them?” Kate asked.
“No, I haven’t seen them. But I — I’ve stood outside their door and listened.”
Aha! So I wasn’t the only one who’d snuck around in their hall late at night, listening outside Lauren and Kelsey’s bedroom door. “What did you hear?” I asked.
“Um, well, I heard them saying…”
Hannah paused and swallowed hard. This was obviously difficult for her to say. But she went on, “I heard Lauren, my aunt, saying, ‘Fuck me, fuck me hard!’, and stuff like that, and I also heard my mum say to her, ‘You want me to fuck you, fuck your cunt?’ So, you know, I think that means they were actually doing it.”
“Yeah, I think it does,” said Kate, sounding excited. I looked at her and saw that she had a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit. “Do you think maybe they were using something? Like a dildo, or whatever?”
“Um, I don’t know, but…” Hannah was staring at Kate’s hand, watching her play with herself. After a moment she asked, with a lopsided grin, “You like doing that?”
“Uh-huh,” nodded Kate, “I do.” She hadn’t stopped. Her hand was moving fast, making small circles around her clit.
I pushed myself up on an elbow so I could see better. And then, as Hannah and I watched, Kate placed her other hand down there too, sliding the middle finger between her pussy lips, reaching deeper and pushing inside. We heard her groan. I could smell her wetness. She was fucking herself.
“I love doing this,” said Kate, in a low moan. “I do it all the time.”
“Me too!” Hannah exclaimed. “I love doing that too, playing with myself, I mean. I do it all the time!”
She changed position, getting to her knees, and put both hands between her legs. “Let’s do it together,” said the redhead, “and watch each other.”
I was lying between them, the sheets just above my waist. Suddenly I raised my knees and kicked the covers off, completely exposing myself. I spread my legs wide, and began to masturbate along with them.
We stayed that way for a minute or two, rubbing ourselves and watching each other. Then I said, “Um, you guys… why don’t you lick my nipples, okay?”
Kate immediately agreed. “Okay,” she said, and bent down to lick my nipple while continuing to masturbate.
Hannah blushed and giggled. I saw her shiver. But then she bent down too, and I had two girls at my breasts, an 11-year-old and a 13-year-old. It was perfect. They licked, and soon began sucking.
I could feel an orgasm quickly approaching. With one hand I teased at the opening to my vagina, circling around the rim, pulling, stretching, sometimes sliding a finger inside. My other hand was on my clit, rubbing, squeezing, bringing me right to the edge. Those girls sucking and licking my nipples were driving me insane. I tried my best to wait, but, “Oh god,” I gasped, “I —” and then I exploded.
My climax seemed to go on for a long time. The girls stayed at my breasts and I kept playing with myself, prolonging the ecstasy, until finally the stimulation of my clit was just too much and I had to stop.
I clamped both hands over my vulva, feeling the heat, the throbbing, the slippery wetness… and gradually calmed down. My eyes had been tightly closed, but now I opened them. I grinned sheepishly at Kate and Hannah as they drew away and sat back up, smiling.
“I love watching you,” said Kate, as she slowly shook her head. “You always come so hard.”
“I know,” I giggled.
“She’s bloody amazing,” Hannah nodded, “I’ve never seen anybody so — well, I’ve never seen anybody else at all, except in videos — but you’re just like, bloody amazing, Julie.”
“Thanks,” I chuckled, “glad I could entertain you.”
I sat up then and looked at Hannah. “But, um, I wanted to tell you something, kind of admit something.”
“What is it?” she asked, eyebrows raised. She and my sister both still had their hands between their legs, but neither was masturbating very vigorously.
“Well, you know how you said you’d heard your aunt and your mother, in their room?”
“Uh-huh?”
“So, I mean, I’ve heard them too. A couple of times, actually. At night at your house, when I was sleeping over.”
“Wow, really?” Hannah grinned. “You did?”
“Yeah, I… I woke up, and I heard something, so I went out to see what it was. I was kind of snooping, I guess, and maybe I shouldn’t do that, but I couldn’t help it, I was curious.”
“What did you hear?” asked Kate.
“It was, um, the first time I didn’t hear that much, not what they were saying, anyway. I just heard sounds, you know, kind of like what Hannah said, how you can hear someone fucking? But the second time, I really did hear their voices, and they were saying, well, all that kind of stuff — Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! — and things like that.”
“God,” breathed Hannah. “Did it… bother you? Hearing that?”
“No, not at all! It turned me on. It made me so excited, in fact, that after I got back to bed, I masturbated again while I thought about it.”
“While I was sleeping? You shoulda woke me up!”
“Yeah, I guess maybe I should have. Except I didn’t know how much you knew then. I didn’t know if I should tell you what I’d heard.”
“Okay, but next time, wake me up, all right? Maybe we can listen together.”
“All right, I will,” I nodded.
“I’ve heard it so many times now,” she chuckled, “I guess I just sleep right through it.”
“Yeah,” I said. Then I frowned, “But, I mean, Lindsey’s room is right next to theirs, to her mom’s and your mom’s. Don’t you think, like, she can hear them too?”
“Uh-huh,” Hannah told us, “she does, she’s heard ‘em. We’ve talked about it.”
“You have?”
“Yeah, um, sometimes when we’re in bed, and we’re kissing, we talk about it. We talk about, you know, what they might be doing and stuff.”
Kate spoke up. “Hey, uh, earlier, when everyone was downstairs in the family room, before we played the game, your mom said something about all you guys kissing together, all four of you, like taking turns or something, right?”
“Uh-huh,” Hannah nodded. “We do.”
“Are you, um, when you guys do that, are you naked, or wearing clothes, or what?” asked Kate. Her hands were moving faster once more between her legs.
“We, um, usually it’s on the sofa, in the living room,” said Hannah, “before we go to bed. So we have our clothes on, or jim-jams anyway.”
“Jim-jams?” said my sister.
“That means pajamas,” I said, “like jammies.”
“Oh, okay.”
Then I had a naughty thought. I turned to Hannah, “I know you said you masturbate a lot, like me and Kate do. But, um, when you’re doing that, do you ever think about, you know, about your mom and your aunt, the stuff they do?”
“Sometimes I do,” she smiled.
“Does it get you excited?”
Her smile widened. “Yeah…”
“So do you ever, kind of, imagine that you’re in there with them, watching? Or maybe even, like, joining in?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you know, when you’re playing with yourself, don’t you sometimes use your imagination and pretend you’re inside the bedroom with them? Watching them, or maybe doing the same stuff they do?”
Hannah looked uncertain. “I don’t know, um…”
“Let’s do this,” I said. “Let’s play a game, okay? Lay down here beside me.”
“Why?”
“Come on, just do it. It’ll be fun.”
“Well, all right.”
She stretched out on her back, hands at her sides. I paused for a moment and just gazed at my friend, at her lovely slim body, lightly freckled, tiny titties barely more than swells on her chest, and oh my god that gorgeous face, her big brown eyes, those pink lips — utterly irresistible.
My hand went between my legs again. “God, Hannah,” I said, “you are just so hot.”
“Yeah, she is,” said Kate. “You are, I mean.” We giggled at her correction.
“So, uh, what I want to do,” I explained, “is kind of play a game, a game of pretend. You want to?”
“I guess,” Hannah shrugged.
“All right, um, start by closing your eyes.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay.” She closed her eyes.
I positioned myself over her, lying right on top of her, my nipples on her nipples, my legs nestling between hers, causing the girl to part her thighs. Our vulvas were in contact.
“All right, now, it’s time to play pretend. Keep your eyes closed,” I instructed, “and use your imagination. I want you to imagine I’m your mother.”
“What—?!!” Hannah’s eyes flew open.
“It’s just a game,” I assured her. “Come on, close your eyes and play along. It’ll be fun.”
“Well… all right.” She closed her eyes again.
“Now come on, Hannah,” I urged, “you’re an artist. You have a great imagination. So picture me not being me, but being your mum. You can do that. And remember, it’s only a game, we’re just having fun. You’re not doing anything wrong.”
She took a deep breath, then let it out, nodding, “Okay.”
I shut my eyes too. In a soft voice, almost a whisper, I said, “I’m your mum, Hannah. We’re in bed, um… we’re in your bed, and we’re both naked, all right?”
She nodded again.
“I’m gonna kiss you now, but it’s not me kissing you, it’s your mum. You have to imagine that if you opened your eyes — which I don’t want you to do — but if you did, you wouldn’t see me, you’d see her, okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Mmm, I like this,” Kate murmured, somewhere close to us. She was masturbating. I could hear the squishy sound of her fingers in her pussy, and I could smell her excitement.
Without saying another word, I brought my lips to Hannah’s. At first she seemed to resist, but soon returned my kiss. I parted my lips and she opened hers. Our tongues met, teasing.
“Hannah…” I whispered.
“Mummy,” she replied, and I felt her arms go around me, pulling me closer.
We kissed for a minute or so, gently, tenderly, soft lips on soft lips, tongues just beginning to explore.
As our passion slowly grew, and the tempo began to increase, I said, “Mummy loves you so much, Hannah, and I just want to show you. Show you how very much…”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, “show me, Mummy.”
“God!” Kate gasped. I could tell she was almost there, almost ready to come. I hoped she wouldn’t distract Hannah from the fantasy.
But that didn’t seem to be a problem. The slender redhead spread her legs wider apart. She put her hands on my butt, pulling me against her. “Show me, Mummy. Show me!” she urged.
I kissed her again, harder this time, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She groaned and sucked on it. I was moving on top of her now, humping her, fucking her.
When we broke the kiss, I said, “Mummy loves you, Hannah, Mummy loves you!”
“Fuck me, Mummy,” begged the girl. “Fuck me and make me come!”
That was all it took for Kate. I heard her squeal and I knew she was climaxing.
I moved faster and faster on top of Hannah. “You want me to fuck you? Huh? Want Mummy to fuck your little pussy, make you come?”
“Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Do it, Mummy, do it! Don’t stop!” she cried.
We fucked and fucked for a few seconds longer, pussy against pussy, cunt on cunt, until suddenly Hannah moaned — “Ohhh!!!” — and I felt her body shuddering beneath me.
I wasn’t quite there yet, but that didn’t matter. I held her tightly as she groaned and shook, loving the feel of this pretty girl in my arms, her warmth, her sweetness, and the incredible erotic energy of her orgasm. It was completely satisfying — especially since I knew that as I fucked her, she’d been pretending it wasn’t me doing it, but her own mother. That was hot.
And that was only the beginning of our pretend games that evening. Once I’d given Hannah the idea, it seemed she couldn’t get enough. We played around with lots of variations: Kate and I taking turns as Hannah’s mum, or one of us portraying Lauren, and then we brought our mother into the picture too, letting Hannah play that role as she made love with us. We kissed and tribbed, ate pussy, finger-fucked, each one of us enjoying numerous orgasms. It was definitely a night to remember, and a Thanksgiving we would never forget.
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