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Honey Loves – Confessions of an Incestuous Mother, Chapter 2

  • Posted on September 20, 2016 at 5:30 pm

By eloquent delinquent

Even I had a modest phase. It started late and ended early, but it happened. When puberty hit at 11, it seemed like I got boobs, and my period, and grew two inches, all in the course of a month. I never went taller than five foot six, and when I filled out my breasts weren’t much more than a handful, while the curves of my hips and ass were much more generous. My hair went from straight and straw blond to nearly brown and wavy. Occasionally I’d get a rash of zits on my forehead.

Although the girl I saw every day in the mirror looked okay I guess, and I got a lot of attentive looks, it didn’t matter to me. The body I’d adored and had so much fun with was now confusing, awkward, and sometimes mortifying. I felt betrayed. I was emotional, erratic, as massive quantities of hormones were dumped into my nervous system. I was a wreck. I put on a brave face, acting like everything was just peachy, but I got shy. I got depressed.

And, I got these… these, urges.

It would start with a thought, some erotic image or situation would leap into my head out of nowhere, and my body would get flush and sweaty. My heart would pound, I’d tingle all over, feel weird like I needed to pee, and just get restless and peevish. It all made me very nervous. I didn’t know what to do about the urges. I’d internalized my early no-no training so well, it didn’t occur to me to touch myself. The way I played when I was younger, sex was something I saw, not something I touched. I longed to see those naked bodies from childhood again, the urges made me think about them all the time, but I didn’t dare because I didn’t know what to do about my awkward body, or what my body was doing to me, other than driving me crazy.

But the funny thing is, those urges have a way of getting what they want.

At a friend’s pool party, I was watching a bunch of kids my age splash and frolic in their skimpy swimsuits, and you better believe I was having urges. I was straddling an inflatable shark, and the combination of my thoughts, the undulating water, and my tingling pussy pressed up against the puffy vinyl gave me a sudden revelation. This delightful surge just welled up through me, making me gasp. I remember that I faked sick and rushed home so I could explore these unimaginable sensations I’d just experienced.

Exploring my fuzzy quim with my fingers brought me intense, almost overwhelming pleasure. It also brought those distant memories back – the Easter in that sunlit backyard, and others which were blurrier but just as suggestive. All at once, it was like I’d solved an obstinate, frustrating riddle, and re-connected to that innocently sexual girl I’d been.

It probably took a couple weeks of masturbating at least once every day before I had my first real cum. It left me naked and jerking helplessly with my knees up in my window seat one morning, but I’m not exaggerating when I say it changed my life. After I gave myself a second cum, and a third, I found that now I had a purpose, and that was to arrange the rest of my life so I could indulge my eager naughty bits as often as possible.

Orgasms turned out to be the cure for my pubescent melancholy. At age 12 I was already free.

My puckish curiosity about other people’s bodies came flooding back. But this time, I wanted to do more than look. My scouting and cajoling skills needed a bit of polish, but often seduction is as simple letting someone know how attractive you think they are and letting them lead, showing them affection every step of the way. Within a year, I was up to my old tricks.

Boys were easier than ever. Most of them couldn’t wait to show me their cocks, and oh! How they’d changed! So much bigger and more exciting to me. When they discovered I was eager to touch them, the boys let me do whatever the hell I wanted. It wasn’t complicated to make them squirt, but I experimented constantly as I jerked their hard, hot, amazing dicks, and I loved it when my new move drove a guy into straining ecstasy, his boner getting thicker and harder in my stroking hand. I was instantly a fan of their thick, hot, salty cum, seeing it spurt and gush, the taste of it. It was like their offering to me, my reward for pleasing them. No surprise, I guess, that I took to sucking cock very early and very enthusiastically.

But boys had their downsides. Some of them would try to hook me up with their friends and snigger behind my back. Others would suddenly think I was their girlfriend, and give me all kinds of undesired attention. Either way, I found it possessive and creepy. I was just playing, I didn’t want to be somebody’s property. In order to make some of them get the picture, I had to be mean, which was very unpleasant.

And even worse, as much as they loved me worshiping their horny pricks, they had no idea what to do with me and my pussy. Some of them made earnest, fumbling efforts, and a couple improved remarkably with effort and some gentle instruction. But frankly most were afraid, intimidated by cunt, and to get real satisfaction I had to turn to people who had pussies of their own.

Girls my age were more skittish than ever, but if I could win them over, I could rely on them to be discrete. It took as much emotional closeness and trust as it did flirting to get a girl to undress and let me touch her, but it was worth it. Looking back, I see that I made quite a few close friends simply because I wanted to get them naked.

Later, some bitchy prude girls tried to hang a whorish reputation on me in high school. But so many of my partners came to my defense that the whole thing kind of stalemated, and fizzled out.

I wasn’t a whore, I was a slut. A whore would fuck anyone, just for the attention. A slut, in my eyes, chose her partners carefully, and then enjoyed them with total abandon. Whores were dependent, sluts were in charge. No matter how demanding my sexuality became, I was the one guiding it. The girls I was with sensed that in me, and wanted me to teach them that as much as anything else.

It turned out that a lot of the girls, especially early on, were so anxious about nudity and sexual touching because they were still stuck on that riddle that I’d already solved. I showed them how, sometimes by demonstrating, or even better, doing it for them, to them. Watching their faces, their bodies melt and spasm in sheer bliss, knowing it was me making them feel that way, was marvelously empowering. I was a 13 year old apostle of girly masturbation, and I made a lot of converts. Teenagers were eager to become sluts.

Once I made them cum once or twice, most girls proved to be just as horny as me, with curiosities of their own. I hadn’t even imagined licking a pussy until one of my teammates did it to me, tentatively sniffing and tasting before introducing me to an ecstasy I could barely withstand. I couldn’t wait to return the favor, and honed that naughty skill on the wet delicious cunts of my special friends whenever I could.

When I first saw butt play on the internet, I even had a couple of girls willing to explore that kink with me, and we tumbled on our beds, tongues and fingers discovering the thrills of our tight, tender little assholes, and the profound sensations that lay deeper inside.

I think my parents were aware of my activities on some level, but because I kept my grades up, stayed out of trouble, and didn’t turn into an emotional basket case, they just let me grow in my own way. And aside from my constant sexual desires, I behaved almost normally. I was bright, and school was easy for me, especially math and science. Being blonde, pretty, and from a well-off family didn’t hurt socially, but I got more popular by being in sports, playing varsity volleyball in the fall, and JV tennis every spring.

So long as I could cum my brains out about a dozen times a week, either by myself, or preferably, with a partner, I was golden. I was in the zone.

The only thing nobody really knew about me, was how much I still longed to see the secret places of little kids. I knew it was pervy but I missed it, and I got so horny thinking about it now that I was an adolescent. Like lots of girls, I picked up babysitting to earn a little money, and most of those jobs were just as Sweet-Valley-High-innocent as you would think. But once in a while my little charges would show a flirty, precocious side, and, heart fluttering nervously, I would see how far I could go.

There were a few tantalizing bath times, nude gleaming children whose bodies I could gently lather, and their blushy cheeks, sighs, and gasps are things I’ll never forget.

Even better was the Berger’s 8 year old boy, Noah, who got a stiffie from my flirting, and worriedly asked me to “check on it.” I was frigging him off in no time, to his astounded delight, and every other Friday I would babysit and masturbate his cute pink little pecker, often with my pants down and my free hand rubbing myself off under my panties while he watched. He’d cum twice to my once, no sperm, just throbbing bliss, and he’d barely flag as I continuously stroked him, getting that little dick hard and hot all over again.

But the best were the Halliday twins, 5 year old charmers who’d just discovered that everyone is naked underneath their clothes. I let the girls undress me that first night, helping them with the bra, and they explored me however they wanted. When they spread my legs to investigate my “fuzzy,” I showed them how I could make myself feel sooo good. When I was done cumming, they wanted me to do it for them, and from eighth grade til my junior year at high school, we played naked games every time I visited. Once a month, undressing would become cuddling and kissing, melting into mutual masturbation and pussy licking, and by the end the little twin sisters were joyfully committing incest with each other while I watched, furiously fingering myself.

They were about the same age in the beginning as Bianca is now, and as I rub her increasingly wet little slit, I notice how similar they feel, so beautiful, and her reaction is just as blissful and arousing as theirs had been. Plus, she’s my precious baby girl, and these honey touches give me this deep emotional connection, a physical expression of my affection for her, lovingly given and innocently received. I press into her pussy tenderly and she coos, brown hair draping around her downturned face.

I realize that while I’ve been reminiscing and relishing my daughter’s pleasure, I’ve wandered past the olives three times. I quietly take the cans and put them in the cart. As I do, Bianca shifts her hips suddenly, almost pinning my fingertip beneath her soft steamy cunt, and begins pressing down, subtly grinding against it.

“Mmmmm, Momma,” she sighs.

I know what she wants, but I let her thrust against my finger for a bit as we cross into the next aisle, enjoying the feel of her body finding its own pleasure. God, it turns me on to know she enjoys this like I do. My panties are soaked, upper thighs getting damp.

As we turn down the cereal aisle, I spot another young mother with two boys. She’s quite a bit older than me (most mothers are) dark haired and attractive even with her hair pulled back and no makeup. One of the boys is my daughter’s age, hanging off the edge of their cart, the other probably a couple years older, and they’re arguing.

“I want Fruit Loops,” insists the younger as we approach.

“You’ll have Cheerios,” his brother counters.

“Mo-ooom,” the little one whines, turning to the voice of authority.

“Figure it out amongst yourselves,” she replies calmly.

“No fair!” accuses the younger, jerking the cart. “You never take my side.”

“Oh please,” snarks his brother, rolling his eyes, “you always get whatever you want.”

We pass by, and I take a box of granola bars while Bianca rouses at the sound of the brothers bickering. She glances at them, then up to me. Hidden inside, I raise my naughty finger against her slickness and wiggle it a bit, and her eyes sparkle with gratification and gratitude.

Then she looks back at the family across the aisle, and freezes. One of her eyebrows goes up, a signal for me to pay attention to what she’s looking at. I stop the cart, and with a suddenly stiff spine and a pit dropping out in my stomach, I slowly turn around.

The three of them are looking right at us, and the boys have gone quiet. I realize in a rush that I’ve met the mother once or twice before at school events. With all the dread I’m feeling, I can’t remember her name. The older boy looks frustrated at the interruption in his fight, but the younger brother stares sheepishly at my daughter.

“Hi, Bianca,” he says in a flat tone, obligatory.

“Hi, Jayden,” she replies, just as formally, then coughs once. Her puss contracts gently around my nestled fingertip.

“You get your turkey yet?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re getting ours today. It’s gonna be really big, cause we’re having all the family come to our house.”

“Neat!”

All I can think of during this exchange is the mother as she meets my eye. I can tell she recognizes me too. How much can she see? Is my body blocking my hand? Does the coat cover enough? Because no excuse is good enough for being up your six year old daughter’s dress to your elbow.

But filtering through my own self-absorbed panic, I gradually discern the look on her face. It’s not suspicious, or disgusted. She’s wistful. And now I know that all she sees is a doting mother, a rosy cheeked daughter, gazing fondly at each other on a routine errand. She’s comparing us to her own squabbling boys, and they’re not doing too well.

Grinning slightly, she inclines her head toward me and says, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

I muster a surprised smile. At least the surprise is real. “Thanks, the same to you.”

Looking to Bianca, the mother’s grin blooms into a little smile. My daughter returns it glowingly, and lifts her hand to give them a finger waggling, ‘toodles’ wave. I swear I feel her little cunt getting wetter now.

We all start to move on, moving in opposite directions. The boys shove to get their cereal boxes into their cart. Their mother sighs. Bianca and I squint our eyes and grin slyly at each other.

“That was good, Bon-Bon. Momma’s impressed.”

She shrugs and says, “They don’t need to know. Honey loves are just for us.” Then she makes an adorable shushing gesture, finger over her lips.

I wiggle my finger between her other wet lips and she gasps. But she recovers quickly, and a moment later she shimmies her hips back into place to put more of her hot little cunt into my hand.

She’s getting really excited now.

“Come on honey,” I tell her, moving down the main aisle. “Time to find a good spot.”

I know I can’t hold off giving her what she needs for much longer. In that, she’s just like me. A mind for erotic pleasure and very little impulse control. And one thing I’ve learned, knowing you’re like that doesn’t make it any easier to control or resist.

For example, you don’t have to be your high school’s resident nymphomaniac to get pregnant at 17, but it sure helps. I never got into any trouble until I got all of it. My parents were disappointed, but resigned to my choice. And Mitch – who I’m pretty sure was the one responsible – stepped up and owned it. He was one I always liked best anyway, and even though I dropped out, I got my GED before Bianca was even born, which got my folks okay with it. It looked like things were going to work out.

A year later, everything had changed. No plan, no matter how good, survives first contact with a baby. Mitch took off eight months after Bianca came along. I’d shed my pregnancy weight and started feeling sexual again, but Mitch didn’t see me that way any more. And even though he was okay with me fucking our couple-friends Ryan and Kayla back in high school, he wasn’t okay when I took it back up. Honestly, I think he was looking for a way out, and I gave him one. Being a dad at 19 was too much for him.

I’ll admit, after he was gone, I had some dark days. All my high school friends and lovers had moved on and moved out, and my life with a newborn wasn’t anything like theirs. I felt isolated with all the demands of my baby for the first time. Desperate for partnership, I made some really bad decisions. I drank too much. I fucked some real pieces of work.

Eventually, I got so self-destructive that my family stepped in. Even my big brother and kid sister, who I’d never felt that close to, came to my aid, and our relationships got better by the day. Bianca was a happy baby, easy to love, and that made my life even better. My parents agreed to support me so long as I went back to school, so I started attending tech college part-time while they babysat my little Bon-Bon.

As things got back on track, I made a bit of a vow to myself and my daughter. I’d never get sexually involved with anyone until Bianca was old enough to look after herself for a while. It hasn’t always been easy – I got a lot of looks, from both sexes, and I couldn’t help but wonder. Motherhood changed my body a bit, a little softer, a little curvier, my ass especially. I attract different people than I used to. It’s interesting. But my role as a mother became my priority, and temptation didn’t get the best of me, for once.

That vow is a promise I’ve never broken. Well, almost.

I thought my sex drive would taper off as I reached my twenties, but it’s only gotten stronger. I tried and tried to repress those desires, but every time I did, within a month I broke down and went at my needy, demanding pussy like an animal, cumming in an all-day frenzy to make up for what I’d denied myself.

The internet became my best friend and worst enemy, as I so easily discovered porn and erotica that catered to my most depraved instincts. So very distracting. I spent a lot of time alone in my apartment with my baby girl, and nap time for her was frequently masturbation time for me, feet propped up wide against the desk, a hot video or dirty story feeding my lust. I used my fingers or a vibrator I got from an old classmate, frantically pleasing my pussy and anus. I always tried to get in one good hard cum before Bianca woke up.

On top of that, I sexualized everything. The tapered neck of an olive oil bottle, the plush roundness of the arm of my sofa, the sleek wooden handle of my hairbrush, the deep warm vibration of my clothes dryer, the firm girth of a cucumber, even the ball shaped newel post at the bottom of the stairs – all of these got pressed into service during my desperately horny solo time as a young mom, and as I fucked these objects I’d fantasize about the times I’d had, and yearned to have again.

Continue on to Chapter 3

 

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Secrets, Chapter 9

  • Posted on September 19, 2016 at 2:46 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning, I awoke before Kerie. I went to the kitchen, fixed myself some coffee, then sat at the table and thought about what I’d need to do to prepare for the sleepover that night. I silently rehearsed some of the talk I wanted to have with Melissa, and mentally prepared a shopping list for the dinner I was planning to make.

I’d need ground beef, hamburger buns, charcoal briquettes, frozen french fries, soft drinks, maybe ice cream for dessert, and…

Kerie came padding into the kitchen. She’d slipped on a little t-shirt, but that was all. She climbed onto my lap and cuddled with me.

I kissed the top of her head. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

She snuggled in close, and after a moment or two I felt a gentle touch on my breast. I was wearing a short, loose robe, which had come partway open. Kerie had her hand inside and was teasing my nipple with the tip of her finger. The nipple quickly stiffened and lengthened under her caress.

“I like it when they get big that way,” she murmured.

I kissed her head again. “I’m glad you do. It feels nice when you touch me like that.”

We sat together for a while, mother and daughter warmly cuddling. She continued playing with my nipple, and I was rapidly becoming more than a little aroused.

Before long, Kerie turned to face me, straddling a bare leg, and opened the top of my robe all the way. She looked at my breasts. My other nipple, even without being touched, was getting hard too, under her gaze.

I held my breath, waiting to see what she would do next. She kept staring at my erect nipples. Then I saw her lick her lips.

“Mommy, when I was a baby, did I suck your nipples and get milk?”

“Yes, darling, you did.”

“Could I do that again now?”

“I — what do you mean?”

“Could I suck your nipples and get milk?”

“Well, no, that is, I mean, I’m not producing milk anymore. That only happens when a woman is breastfeeding a baby.”

“Oh…” She sounded disappointed.

“But — ” I was about to cross yet another line “— you can still suck on them if you want to, honey, even if I don’t have any milk.”

“Can I?” Her face shone with excitement.

“Sure you can.”

I took a breast in my hand and held it up to her. Without hesitation, Kerie bent forward, took the hard nipple into her mouth, and began to suck.

“Oh my fucking god, that feels so good,” I sighed, stroking my daughter’s hair, pulling her close, caressing her.

I could hardly believe everything that was happening. I was teaching an 8-year-old little girl — my own child no less — all about lesbian sex, and it was completely amazing, so exciting, so erotic, so fulfilling, so right.

“Do the other one now,” I whispered.

As she shifted to the other breast, I spread my legs wide apart. My robe by this time was fully open. Sliding a hand down, I rubbed my clit for a moment, then eased two finger inside my cunt. I was incredibly wet, practically dripping onto the chair.

“Mmm, that’s right, baby, don’t stop. You’re making Mommy feel very, very good.”

Kerie looked up at me, a happy smile on her face. She knew exactly what I was doing. I’d seen her glance down as I began to masturbate. But she’d kept her mouth over my nipple the whole time, small hands holding my breast.

“Yes, baby girl, suck Mommy’s nipples. It feels so good.”

After another minute or so, I switched her back to the other breast as I fucked myself faster and faster, my fingers making wet slapping sounds. The smell of pussy in the room was very strong.

For a moment I wondered what someone might think if they came into the kitchen and found us like that. Many people, perhaps most, would be horrified, scandalized. But then I pictured Tina watching us. I was almost sure she would like it very much. And I fantasized that her mother, Valerie, was there as well, becoming excited. Finally I pictured the adorable 10-year-old Becky watching closely, learning all our secrets, wanting to join in. And with that, I suddenly went over the top.

“Mommy’s gonna — unhh — come!!”

I climaxed with two fingers deep inside my pussy, my daughter sucking my nipple. As my thighs slammed together, clamping tight around my hand, I pulled Kerie close, squishing her face between my bare breasts. I groaned and shuddered, my whole body trembling in ecstasy.

When at long last I’d recovered from the powerful orgasm, I slid Kerrie off my lap, then stood up from the chair, letting my robe fall to the floor. After pulling her t-shirt off and tossing it away, I picked my little girl up in my arms and carried her to the couch, where first I fingered her to a climax, then mounted her and fucked her with my pussy until we both came again.

 

And that was how our Saturday morning began, with another delicious session of mother-daughter sex — a perfect way to start the day.

After that enjoyable opening, we ate breakfast together and talked about our plans. There was laundry to do, we needed to go to the grocery store, I had to mow the lawn, and there were several things I wanted to get done in the garden in the backyard before Melissa came over later.

So, we cleaned up the breakfast dishes, got dressed, and Kerie helped me with the chores. She was especially good in the garden. She loved working with flowers and watching them grow and bloom.

A little after 3:00, the phone rang. It was Jae. “Wish me luck,” she said.

“I would,” I grinned, “but I don’t think you’ll need it. You’re so hot any woman would want you.”

“Ooh,” she responded, “are you hitting on me?”

I laughed, “Of course I am!” I wasn’t really, or at least I didn’t think I was, but it felt fun to flirt with her that way even if she was my sister.

“I’m going all out for Rose,” Jae told me. “You know that Cajun place down on the waterfront, Lazare’s? Their food is absolutely great and they do delivery, so I’ve ordered a complete four-course meal, including appetizers. I bought a really expensive bottle of wine to go along with it too.”

“Wow, I hope she appreciates that.”

“I’ll have to work fast tonight. I only have three hours with her for dinner and the seduction. She’s coming over at 6:30, but then she’ll have to leave at 9:30 to go pick up Emily. She’s going to a movie at the mall with her friends.”

“And Melissa is coming over here tonight for a sleepover with Kerie,” I said. “So that’s why Rose is free, for a while anyway. You should feel flattered that she wants to spend that time with you.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. Anyway, sweetie, I’d better go. Still have lots of work to do. I’m gonna take a bath and shave myself, everything, like you do, so I’ll look nice and inviting for Rose’s mouth.”

“Okay,” I chuckled. “Good luck, babe. Love you.”

Rose dropped Melissa off at 4:30, waving to me from the car as she drove away. I hoped she was looking forward to her date tonight with as much excitement as Jae was.

The kids were about to run off and play, but I stopped them and told Melissa I needed to talk with her for a few minutes first. I took them into the living room and we sat on the couch, with me in the middle.

I looked at the two girls for a moment, comparing them.

Although Melissa was a few months older than Kerie, she was an inch or two shorter than my daughter, and even more slender. Like her mother, Melissa would no doubt be quite petite when she grew up. She was wearing shorts with sandals, and a tight-fitting tank top. Her arms and legs were thin, smooth, and hairless. Her skin, a bit darker shade than Kerie’s, was tanned to a toasty golden color. On her chest I could see the beginnings of little breasts. She wouldn’t need a bra for a while yet, but it was clear that she was starting to develop.

The child’s hair, which fell around her shoulders, was a rich chestnut brown, with some natural curl to it. But her most striking feature was her eyes. They were large, round, and sky blue, with long dark lashes setting them off. Such lovely, seductive eyes, I thought. Then I realized I was getting distracted from my task.

“Melissa,” I began, clearing my throat, “I’m so glad you and Kerie are friends. She likes you a lot, and I like you too. And, um, friends will sometimes share things with each other. If they’re really good, close friends, they might tell each other special things that they wouldn’t ever tell anyone else. You know what I mean?”

She nodded but frowned slightly.

“Now, when Kerie was at your birthday party last weekend, she told you a special sort of thing about us, about me and her. She told you about a little game we sometimes play in bed.”

Melissa’s eyes went wide and she began to look frightened.

“It’s okay, honey,” I reassured the girl, patting her knee. “I’m not angry with you or anything, not at all. I just want to make sure you understand that when a friend tells you such a special, private thing, then you have to be very careful not to tell anyone else about it, unless you get permission from the friend first.”

“Cuz other people might think it was wrong or something,” added Kerie.

“That’s right,” I confirmed. “Some people might not see things the same way we do. They might get upset or be mad at us if they knew the sort of games we play.”

Melissa’s big eyes were looking into mine. She was so pretty I wanted to kiss her.

“So, after Kerie told you last week about the things that she and I do, about that special game we play with each other in bed at night, did you tell anyone else about it?”

She shook her head. “Uh-uh.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, good.” I patted her knee again. “And it would be best if you don’t tell anyone, all right? Not unless you talk with me first about it. Will you promise me that?”

She nodded again, looking very earnest and sincere.

I smiled at the girl, resisted the urge to kiss her, and instead tweaked her little nose with my thumb and forefinger. “We’ve got that all settled, then. I’m glad. Thank you for sitting down with me for a little talk. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled.

“Now, I was planning to cook hamburgers outside for dinner, and we’ll have homemade french fries too. Does that sound good?”

“Uh-huh,” said both girls.

“And we’ve got root beer to drink, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.”

“Yay!” they clapped.

“So why don’t you two run outside and play, and I’ll get started on dinner in a little while, okay?”

“Okay!”

Kerie leaned in to kiss my cheek, and the two sprites scampered out to play on the swing set in the backyard.

Around 5:30, I served our dinner on a picnic table on the back patio. We had a nice time together, enjoying the food, laughing and joking. When they’d finished their burgers and fries, I gave the kids each a big dish of ice cream, and they really enjoyed that. Then they went inside to play in Kerie’s room while I cleaned everything up.

Later we watched a movie together, Inside Out, which the girls loved, and I did too, to be honest. I made them get ready for bed at 9:00, even though I knew they likely wouldn’t be asleep for hours. After I had them at least somewhat settled down, I went and took a bath, shaving and masturbating, making myself come a couple of times, then put on a nightgown. That was something I normally wouldn’t do, of course, but I figured it was a good idea just in case the kids came to my room for some reason.

I got in bed a few minutes before 10:00 with a long novel I’d been slowly working my way through. Just as I was opening the book, my cell phone rang. I picked it up from the table beside the bed and looked at the display. It was Jae.

“Hey, how’d everything go?” I asked.

“Oh, wow, it was great, just great. I wanna tell you all about it,” she said. “But, um, is it okay if I come over?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m still feeling kind of wound up, and, well, Rose had to go pick up her daughter and I just don’t want to be alone. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, it’s fine, I don’t mind,” I laughed. “I’m already in bed, though, in my jammies, so…”

“That’s okay. I’ll see you in a couple minutes. Bye!” She hung up.

Shaking my head in amusement, I got up and slipped into a robe, then went out to wait for my sister to arrive.

I was surprised how quickly she showed up. Jae lived about ten minutes away from us, but it was less than ten minutes before I heard her car pull up and she knocked on the door. She must have been all set to go when she called me — or maybe she was already on the way.

At any rate, I unlocked the front door and let her in. “Hi, babe,” I smiled.

My sister was beaming. She grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me on the mouth. “Oh my god, I have so much to tell you!” she gushed.

“Okay,” I said with a chuckle. “Come on in and let’s sit down. Want something to drink? Maybe a glass of wine?”

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“Red or white?”

“I don’t care. Even something harder would be good.”

I laughed. “I don’t have anything harder. But I can open a bottle of sparkling Burgundy that I just bought.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

Jae followed me into the kitchen, popping herself onto the counter as I got the wine from the fridge and started opening it. She was wearing a leather miniskirt, so short that her lacy black panties were staring me in the face. Obviously dressed for seduction.

“So, how’d it go with Rose?” I asked.

Swinging her feet, she gave me a saucy grin. She’d left her shoes by the door, and her legs were bare. I could smell her perfume, and another scent as well, something more earthy.

“Is that wine good with pussy?” she winked. “Cause that’s what my mouth tastes like.”

“Jae, that’s naughty!” I giggled, as I filled two glasses.

She jumped down from the counter. “I know, that’s how I feel. Naughty and happy.”

I handed a glass to her. “Here’s to pussy,” Jae said, clinking her glass against mine.

“I’ll drink to that.”

We went into the living room and sat on the couch, side by side, our legs touching. I patted her knee. “Okay, tell me all about it,” I urged, “and don’t leave anything out.”

I heard the whole story. It began with Rose arriving at Jae’s townhouse at 6:30, wearing a sexy dress, showing plenty of cleavage, and presenting my sister with a big bouquet of flowers.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” I said. “So romantic.”

“It is. She’s really a doll.”

She told me they started kissing right away, before even sitting down or anything. Rose handed her the flowers, Jae thanked her, and suddenly they were in each other’s arms.

“My god, she is so hot, Shelly, like a wildcat. She was biting my lips and clawing at me. I mean, I knew she’d be good, or I thought she would, but I never thought she’d be like that. I loved it!”

Somehow they’d managed to restrain themselves, limiting that opening round to heavy kissing and groping. Then they had drinks and appetizers, playfully feeding each other and kissing some more. The prepared dinner was ready, of course, so they ate while flirting and talking.

“What did you guys talk about?” I asked.

“Uh, well, mostly about our histories, comparing experiences and stuff. Also about what we both like best, when making love I mean. Rose’s favorite thing is kissing. She said it started when she was really young, like fifth or sixth grade — you know, kissing other girls, for practice, ha-ha.”

“Yeah,” I giggled, “like you used to do with me.”

“Uh-huh. Oh, and did you know she has a sister too? An older sister. She lives in Europe now. But Rose said when she was young, her sister kissed her all the time. I mean, really kissed, with tongues and everything.”

“Wow.”

“After we finished our dinner, we went back to the sofa and started kissing again. And Shelly, we kissed for a long time. We still had our clothes on, mostly. I mean, our shoes were off, and she had my blouse unbuttoned, but instead of going farther right away, we just kissed and kissed and kissed…”

“Nice.”

“I know, isn’t it?” Jae smiled, a dreamy look on her face. “In fact, it’s funny. Rose told me she’s bi, except she really prefers women because of all the kissing. She said men will kiss some to get started, but that’s not really what they care about. I wouldn’t know, of course, since I’ve never had sex with a man, but I sure do love kissing Rose.”

“Is that all you did, just kiss?”

“No, of course not, silly. We kissed for maybe fifteen minutes, and then finally she started moving down to my neck, biting and sucking and everything. See this?” She pointed to a big hickey.

“Yeah, I noticed that earlier, when you came in.”

“I have one on my tit too, and another one on my thigh, right by my pussy.”

“Wow.”

“I’m not kidding, Shelly, that woman is a wildcat.”

Jae went on to tell me, in graphic detail, all about their lovemaking. It was pretty hot to listen to. By the time she was done, we’d polished off the bottle of Burgundy and both were feeling tipsy.

“I really don’t think I oughta drive,” she said. “Okay if I stay here tonight?”

“Yeah, of course, it’s fine. Um, you want to sleep in my bed? Or would you rather, like, take the couch?” (Our small house had only two bedrooms.)

“No, I’ll sleep with you,” she laughed. “Unless you think I have cooties.”

So, my sister and I headed down the hall to my room. I stopped briefly outside Kerie’s door, putting my ear to it. I could hear the two little girls talking and giggling. It was only about 11:00 then, and I wasn’t surprised to find them still awake. But I knocked on the door and called, “Kids, don’t stay up too late, all right?”

“Okay, Mommy,” came Kerie’s voice, “we won’t.” Followed by more giggles.

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I Couldn’t Stop, Part Two

  • Posted on September 18, 2016 at 4:45 pm

You’re Not My Girlfriend

By Pretty Pink Taco

I reached down below my stomach and placed a firm hold on my clit, rubbing it rhythmically as I humped against her body.

“Oh, Sammy, keep sucking baby… Yeah, like that… A little harder… Oh, yes, baby, yes!” I had lost complete control of my body, my thoughts, my moans, my only focus was on cumming.

“Jen–” she started to detach herself from my nipple.

“Don’t stop!” I shoved it back in her mouth and pressed her to me as I rubbed with the other hand. “Fuuuck,” I moaned, feeling rush of adrenaline build in my clitoris and exploding throughout my body. I felt my heart beating out of my chest, I couldn’t even breathe properly as I collapsed beside her, huffing and puffing against the bed.

“Jenna, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I laughed to myself nervously, “I’m going to hell for this.”

“You said the F word,” she giggled, “Can we watch Cartoon Network?”

“Oh, god,” I groaned, putting my hand on my face and burying my head into the pillow beside me.

“Or we don’t have to maybe. What do you want to watch?” she asked sweetly.

“Let’s watch Cartoon Network,” I said monotonously, lifting my head and smirking at her. “Let me put some clothes on first.” I got up and left her room as she turned on her television from bed. After I was dressed, I got back into bed with her and she immediately rested her head on my shoulder while we watched cartoons.

“Jenna, are you still my girlfriend?” she asked. I grabbed her plump little ass cheek and kissed the top of her head.

“Of course.”

***

I didn’t realize when Scott came home a few hours later. Samantha and I had fallen asleep watching cartoons. Part of me was scared because the door was wide open when I woke up and Samantha had no bikini top on and my hand was resting on her bottom.

“Daddy, daddy!” Samantha leaped into his arms when we saw him in the kitchen.

“Hey!! Where are your clothes?” he laughed.

“I have to take a bath.”

“You do, you’re smelly,” he sniffed around her neck playfully making her giggle uncontrollably.

“We’re going out to the movies tonight,” she told him.

“Oh, yeah? Who is we?”

“Me and Jenna.”

“Ahh. Okay, good,” he sighed with relief, “I’m going out tonight.”

“We’re going to get dressed up, Jenna says.”

“Oh yeah? That’s fancy!” Scott looked at his expensive watch and then at me, still carrying Samantha in his arms. “Hey Jenna, why don’t you go take a break or something before tonight. I’ll be home until 9 or so. Not sure when you planned to take Sammy out.”

“Oh, me neither. I’ll check movie times. Maybe 7 or so?” I realized I mimicked his words.

“Cool! Go get take a bath, I need to shower and take a nap before tonight.”

***

Scott let me borrow his Acura for the night. I was surprised he was serious about me being able to use it. Thankfully, the shopping center that had several restaurants, as well as the mall and a movie theatre was less than 5 miles away. I wore a plain black dress with some blue flats and Samantha had a pretty tea style pink and green dress with wide stripes on the skirt. I put a bit of makeup on around my eyes and glossed my lips. When we pulled into the parking garage I felt a little nervous about what we would do, I had no idea what to talk to her about during dinner.

“Sammy?” I leaned over and puckered my lips for a kiss in the car; thankfully the windows were tinted. She eagerly placed her hand on the center console and boosted herself up to join mine. “Mhh. Again?” I asked and she kissed me some more, opening her mouth for my tongue. I cupped her chin and we continued to kiss like two lovers, I knew it would be a few hours before I was able to touch her again. She didn’t want to pull away, but I timed dinner so that we’d make the movie. “Ready?” I asked, finally pulling away. She nodded with a big smile.

When we stepped out the car she immediately took my hand, it was a little strange at first. I thought everyone knew of all of the inappropriate things I was doing to this little girl, but no one seemed to even glance. Holding the hand of a child was a normal thing most people did, I realized. During dinner, we mostly talked about the menu and her friends back home and her friends at school.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” I asked her.

“Uhhm, I don’t know,” she looked down at her plate, “Maybe I want to do what my dad does?”

“Do you know what he does?”

“Not really,” she shook her head.

“Your dad has a lot of girlfriends?” I asked curiously, remembering the picture of the hot blonde on his cellphone.

“Yeah, he does. He kisses them.”

“Oh, yeah? You’ve seen them?”

“Yeah,” she giggled and blushed a little.

“Were you peeking on him?” I teased her, and she nodded, taking another bite of her dessert. “Do you care if we see a grown up movie?”

“No, is that what you want?”

“Yeah, all of the other movie times have passed or sold out,” I lied, looking at my phone for the time.

The theatre was a bit chilly and as soon as we walked in Samantha said she had to use the bathroom.

“Come with me, Jenna?” she tugged my arm.

“I’m here, I’ll be right here waiting for you, go ahead,” I told her. A mother of two girls who was standing nearby glanced at us.

“Please?” she begged.

“My little one doesn’t like going in by herself either, you should go with her,” the mom told me empathetically before she left. I nodded and followed Samantha into the stall. As soon as the door closed behind us I rushed to her little mouth and gave her a quiet tongue kiss, making my heart race incredibly fast.

“OK, hurry up,” I said a little loudly so that no one would get suspicious. She raised her big skirt, pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet seat.

“Watch me,” she whispered, “Watch me pee.” I lowered my head and looked around the bathroom for any feet in the other stalls. There was no one else in there. I helped her lift her skirt a bit in the front with one hand and got my first glimpse of her smooth bald pussy. She had no visible slit from my angle, but I was craving to touch it. I touched my own covered pussy with the other hand under my skirt. Suddenly, a stream of clear yellow fluid flowed into the toilet. My clit was throbbing at the sight of her little pussy flex slightly while she peed. I never thought I’d ever find urine to be sexy, but I was ready and willing to lick the fresh piss off her little girl cunt.

“Get some toilet paper, come on,” I said to her. She grabbed a few sheets and wiped herself dry.

“You go,” she told me.

“But, I don’t have to go.”

“Go!!” she whined, followed by a devilish giggle. All of a sudden, a huge influx of people marched through the door, it has sounded like a movie had just let out. There were so many stalls in this bathroom, we were somewhere in the middle.

“Okay!” I whispered to her nervously. I didn’t know what was happening or why I was about to expose myself to this little girl so publicly. I pulled down my panties and lifted my dress up over my hips as a squatted over the toilet seat.

“Why don’t you sit?” she asked me. I found sitting on public toilets to be so disgusting.

“Sshh!”

She squatted down to get a better view of my pussy, as she did I spread my lips apart with two fingers, giving her full visual access. She watched in awe as I started to pee into the toilet and my face turned red with embarrassment. The bathroom was so loud with people flushing toilets and chattering about, no one heard the multiple tongue kisses I gave her.

“Ready?” I asked her and she nodded.

We went to see a romantic comedy that had gotten terrible reviews and was in its last week of viewing at the theatre, so I knew the theatre would be nearly empty. 15 minutes into the movie, Samantha was already restless.

“It’s cold in here,” she complained, “Can we get ice cream later?”

“Sshhh!” I whispered to her quietly, holding a finger to my lips. The theatre really was empty, we sat all the way in the back row at a far end corner.

“Jenna!” Samantha whispered a few minutes later.

“What!” I whispered back, tersely.

“I want to sit on your lap,” she looked at me and grinned. I looked around the theatre, the closest people were 5 rows ahead of us and in the middle. I rolled my skirt up my lap, exposing my thighs and cotton blue panties.

“Come,” I patted my lap and she quickly jumped up from her seat and onto my thigh. I pulled the bottom of her dress up so that her skin would touch my skin and I felt her tiny covered pussy crash against my thigh. She rocked herself back and forth on my thigh for a bit before I pulled her toward me more, her plump ass against my lap, panty to panty. “You have to be quiet now, okay?” I told her, she nodded. She started to rub herself against my lap while I leaned back and pushed my pussy up toward her ass. We sat there, grinding on each other while the others watched the dumb movie.

“Can we go?” she whined after 10 minutes, “I’m tired.” I sighed deeply, I had never been so annoyed and horny at the same time.

“Fine,” I lifted her off my lap and on to her feet. “Let’s go,” I took a hold of her hand and lead her out of the theatre quickly and quietly. Maybe it was a good idea to leave, going back to her house would be more private.

“Are you mad at me?” Samantha asked quietly as we rode down the escalator of the giant movie theatre. Her question did take me by surprise, I supposed I was being a bit short with her.

“Haha, no. You little brat,” I yanked her arm and pulled her into me for a big hug. There were lots of people there, no one was watching us, nobody cared. Who could ever imagine that a young teenage girl was having a somewhat sexual relationship with an eight year girl? Still, I wanted to avoid people I knew from school or from the pool. “Ready for ice cream?”

****

“Jenna!” a familiar voice called out to me while we waited in line at Cold Stone Creamery. I turned to find Amber’s warm face, smiling and waving from the small tables. She was with a group of boys from my school. Before I could wave back, she started to walk over. Her light colored, soft, skin-tight jeans hugged her hips and thighs perfectly and her casual top was short enough to expose her belly ring and low-cut enough to show off the tops of her gorgeous breasts. If only she weren’t walking over to me, not right now. “I never see you out!” she said when she got near.

“Yeah,” I looked at the ground bashfully. I noticed her toenails were now painted. The boys at the table became loud and rowdy with laughter as they talked and joked about.

“God, they can be such beasts,” she laughed, “Fucking childish.”

“Jenna?” Samantha tugged on my arm, zapping me back into reality.

“Oh! Hey, buddy!” Amber said in a high pitched voice at Samantha, like she did to all the children at the pool. “You guys are dressed up! What are you on a date or something?” she laughed. This was probably the worst scenario I could imagine.

“Hi,” Samantha responded to her quietly and then looked up at me, “Can we go pick what we want?”

“You can go up there and see what flavors there are. I have to wait in line. Go ahead,” I nudged her. Once Samantha was out of earshot, I turned back to Amber and explained nervously, “My parents are celebrating a promotion at work. Mr. Price needed someone to watch her tonight, so they said it was OK to bring her along. They’re both waiting for us in the parking lot.”

“Hey, you should come to my birthday thing next week– Friday. It will be at Rio Lounge,” she told me, practically ignoring everything I had said. It took a lot for me to come up with that lie on the fly.

“Isn’t that a nightclub?”

“Yeah, it’s Teen Night,” she said, “I reserved a section for my party. Wanna come? I can add you to the VIP list.”

“Friday?” I pretended to think, but I couldn’t with her golden cleavage in my face. “Alright.”

“Awesome,” she smiled, “Ah, it’s your turn. I’ll see ya at work.”

“Oh, you too. Bye,” I said awkwardly, not able to finish my sentence before she walked away. She always made me so tongue tied and act like a complete idiot. She waved to us again on our way out, I couldn’t wave back because I was holding my cup, but I nodded– with a shy smile.

“Do you like Amber?” I asked Samantha as we ate our ice creams on a bench near the parking lot.

“I don’t know. She’s okay,” Samantha shrugged.

“I think she’s pretty,” I thought outloud.

“You do? Everybody thinks she’s pretty. I don’t think she’s that pretty,” her eyebrows became furrowed and she stared at her ice cream long and hard.

“I think you’re prettier,” I told her, trying to change the topic. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, but it didn’t seem to change her face much. As we got in the car, I had noticed Samantha had grown quieter and I wasn’t sure why. I almost asked her but I didn’t like people bugging me when I needed space. After I strapped her in next to me, I began to pull my own seatbelt.

“Do you want Amber to be your girlfriend instead of me because she’s a big girl?” she asked me very frankly. I felt nervous, as if I got caught doing something wrong.

“What? No, Sam.”

“You stare at her like my Daddy stares at her,” she pouted, she didn’t look at me, only forward at the glove compartment.

“Look at me,” I leaned over to her and she stared, disinterested, “Don’t be sad. You are so beautiful and nice and smart and the best kisser. That’s why you’re my girlfriend and no one else.” She saw the sincerity in my eyes and kissed me. I took her tongue in slowly, tasting the sweetness of the ice cream that still clung to her lips. “Mhhh, stick your tongue all the way out,” I instructed her. When she did, I flicked and sucked on her tongue, making her giggle.

“Can I do it to you?” she asked and waited for my tongue to come out. She licked and sucked on it as well, bobbing her head and suckling on it like she would a huge nipple.

“Ready to head back?” I asked her. She nodded with a smile. My cellphone buzzed suddenly, in my bag. “It’s probably your dad,” I said, reaching for my purse. It was Amber.

Amber: Jake thinks you’re cute.

Me: LOL

Amber: Do you like him? He’s breathing down my neck right now reading this.

I never replied and drove us back to Scott’s place. I had no idea what to say.

“Can you tie my hair like yours?” Samantha asked me back at Scott’s place. It was a bit past 11pm and we were both in our bikinis about to step into the hot tub. I had just tied my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head to keep my hair dry.

“Your hair is so long and pretty,” I said as I tied it for her. She had much thicker hair than I did, I had always wanted to have lots of thick hair.

I got in first and then helped her in. She immediately clung to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and legs around my torso.

“Jenna,” she whispered, and pressed her forehead on mine and our noses touched. It was amazing how instantly she’d turn me on. I didn’t react, I wanted to see what she’d do. Her green eyes were dark and pupils very dilated. Our breathing increased as both our mouths were parted due to the hot steam coming up from the water. She rubbed her nose on my nose slowly and eventually touched her lips on mine. Our tongues joined naturally, slowly and passionately as I felt my insides burning with desire for her. She eventually moved one arm from around my neck and trailed it clumsily down my chest and over my black bikini top. I pulled on the string around her neck and her top fell in front of her revealing her tiny nipples. I immediately latched on to the right one, rolling over the little bump with my tongue several times before switching to the left. I pulled away to look at her, her lips were plump and pink and as she panted and looked at me with those beautiful eyes. I rushed a kiss on her like before but a little more sloppily. She placed both hands at the tops of my breasts and squeezed them.

“Take it off,” I whispered and she pushed my triangle top to the sides, letting my breasts pop out. I moved the both of us over to a corner seat of the hot tub and moved my leg between hers as I sat. She rubbed herself up and down my thigh as she bent forward to suck on my hard, wet nipples. It’s amazing she knew what to do– at least what I wanted her to do. Maybe she had wanted it too.

“Like that?” she asked with a smirk, removing herself from my nipple for a half second before sucking it again. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, arching my back and pushing my breast further into her mouth.

“Yeah, just like that,” I moaned as I began to relax, rubbing my clit over my bikini bottom as the jets from the hot tub massaged my back.

“It feels good?” she asked. I realized she was copying what the two women were saying in the “girlfriends” porn video. I decided to play along with her.

“Mhhh, yes it feels so good, baby,” I would have almost felt silly saying it, but hearing the words come out of my mouth made me hornier.

We suddenly heard the sound of the sliding glass door opening with the voice of a woman laughing and talking to someone. I quickly put my bikini triangles back over my nipples.

“Fix your top!” I whispered to Samantha, sloppily tying her own little top back around her neck from where it hanged. We separated quickly in the water as we looked to see who would appear.

“Hello, my darling Sammy!” a very sexy, tan, blonde woman with huge fake boobs shouted in a Russian accent, blowing kisses into the air.

“Katya!” Samantha waved at her. Scott followed behind and placed his hand around her waist and then trailed it down to her hip and gave her ass a squeeze. The woman jumped up and giggled. She had on a neon yellow micro bikini and her hair was was so blonde it almost looked white against her very tanned skin.

“Hello ladies,” Scott smiled at us before getting into the hot tub and taking a seat across from us. My eyes were fixed on Katya, I couldn’t stop staring at her. She pulled her strings off her top and tossed it aside before stepping in herself. I had never seen breasts so round and fake up close– only in porn movies. Scott stood up to help her in, like a gentleman.

“Why’d you take your top off? My kid’s here,” I heard him say to her. I looked at Samantha who looked at me and giggled.

“It doesn’t matter,” she smiled nonchalantly. Her body was tight and toned and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her enormous breasts.

“Hi, Samantha,” she moved across the tub and gave Samantha a peck on the lips. Samantha seemed to have done it before, she knew it was coming.

“That’s Jenna, Sammy’s uh– friend,” he told her. I wondered if he just didn’t want to say “babysitter” for Samantha’s sake or “girlfriend” for my sake.

“Mhh, hi, Jenny,” she moved over to me and leaned in with puckered lips. I closed my eyes instinctively and held my breath, feeling suddenly anxious to have this woman’s mouth on mine. The kiss was a little wet because her lips were slightly parted when they touched mine. Maybe I imagined it, but it seemed to linger a bit longer than Samantha’s kiss. I had no way of telling because by the time I opened my eyes she was already walking back toward Scott.

“We won’t be here long,” Scott said to me almost apologetically, “I didn’t know you guys were out here.”

“Scooaahtt!” Katya whined in her accent and pressed her tits to his chin. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down to his lap and she shrieked loudly with laughter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to whisper something.

“I love it when you talk Russian to me,” he muttered between his teeth before grabbing the back of her head and planting a sloppy kiss on her mouth.

I realized I was probably staring a little too hard and averted my eyes to the water and then to Samantha on my left who looked at me and smiled. She was so beautiful with her bright eyes and pretty smile. I wished I was her for a second, to be so sexually aware at such a young age and surrounded by beautiful women who walked around naked and kissed me. I wished I was just half as beautiful as she was as well, to have people stare everywhere I went and picture me naked. But then I remembered that the beautiful little creature was all mine– my girlfriend. I reached out for her hand under the water and she took it eagerly. Eventually, she moved a little more closely to me and I put my hand on her small thigh. She looked at me and I looked at her, I wanted to kiss her so badly. Kiss her the way Scott kissed Katya– openly and unafraid of repercussions or judgment and just completely free to feel the way I feel.

“Want to know a secret?” I asked her quietly, leaning in. She waited eagerly for the words. I covered my mouth with one hand and licked her soft skin below her ear, feeling a sudden rush knowing that at any moment Scott could turn his face and catch me seducing his eight year old daughter. I licked her some more and then sucked on her earlobe for a split second before pulling away.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” she said to me and tried to do the same thing, except her licks were sprinkled with giggles.

“Okay, okay,” I said, laughing. I glanced at Katya and Scott and it looked as if she were touching him beneath the water.

“Let’s go to bed,” he smiled at her with a wink. Oh, how I envied him. I wanted Katya’s tits in my face, kissing me and whispering Russian nothings in my ear. She stood up again, her entire body glistening. “Goodnight, girls,” Scott said to us as he stood and headed for the steps.

“Oh, goodnight, Samantha,” Katya moved to Samantha and pressed her lips to hers again quickly in short multiple kisses, “Mwah, mwah, mwah!”

“Goodnight, Jaime,” she turned to me. Scott was already out of the hot tub.

“She’s Jenna!” Samantha laughed.

“Ohh, I’m sorry! Jenny, Jenny,” she smiled and made her way over to me in what seemed like slow motion. This time I left my eyes open and parted my lips slightly, making our lips miss and her top lip fell between my wet inner lips. Our eyes locked the entire time, her eyes were a pale, light blue, like a Siberian Husky’s. Suddenly, I felt something rub me quickly in an upward motion on my pussy making me gasp. Katya smiled devilishly and I was frozen– breathless.

“You’re not going to drip all over the bed like last time,” Scott appeared with an open robe.

“I can’t promise that,” she laughed and left the tub. Scott had her in a complete trance. He held the robe open until she slipped her hot body in and then lifted her off her feet and covered her face with kisses, making her laugh loudly all the way inside the house before it went suddenly silent.

“She’s your dad’s girlfriend?” I asked Samantha, curiously.

“No. That’s just Katya. His girlfriend is– not so nice,” she told me.

“Oh.”

“Did you like her, too?” she asked. Her mild jealousy and possessiveness of me was a little cute.

“Nah– she was a little annoying,” I lied, “Ready to go inside?”

“Awww, no. Let’s stay a little longer?” she begged, “Please?”

“Alright,” I pulled her over to me with a smirk.

***

Later that evening before putting her to bed, I told Samantha we couldn’t really do anything because I was too worried with her dad being home. Which was partially true, but also because Scott and Katya left his bedroom door halfway open with sounds of sex echoing throughout the house and I was eager to have a look.

By the time I left Samantha’s room, the sounds had stopped– I had missed it. I didn’t want to risk getting caught in Samantha’s room, so I decided to grab and soda from the fridge before heading home.

“Have you eaten that little girl’s pussy yet?” Katya appeared suddenly in the dark kitchen, completely naked.

“What?” my heart raced. Was she watching us outside in the hot tub? Or maybe when I was putting Samantha to bed? Had Samantha said something to Scott?

“It’s okay,” she said in her accent, “My older sister showed me how to eat pussy when she was your age. You’re like thirteen? Fourteen?”

“Fifteen,” I said quietly, holding the right side of the French fridge doors open, it was the only light we had other than the hallway light out past the living room. I didn’t dare correct her to say that I was turning Sixteen at the end of the year. I knew I didn’t look my age.

“Mhh,” she purred, looking at me up and down. I was still in my black bikini. She made me so nervous I couldn’t even get turned on. Not even because her pussy was waxed completely bald like a little girl’s or because of the incredibly sexy look in her eye. “I asked Scott if we could play with you and he said you’re off-limits. Then he called me ‘sick’ and fucked me,” she laughed. I just stood there, listening intently as she began to walk toward me slowly. “His little girl has a crush on you or something he says. If I had a sweet girl around your age spending time with me, I’d have a lot of fun with her.”

Now I was beginning to get aroused.

“What did Scott say?” I asked shyly, my voice cracking a bit.

“You don’t want Scott, do you?” she moved closer to me and I shook my head immediately. “No, of course not. You want that young pussy in bed. You like girls, right?” she asked. I shook my head again.

“N-no, I–”

“You’re a liar,” she smiled, “It’s okay. I don’t like girls either.” She pressed her body against mine as I walked back toward the counter– letting the fridge door close on its own. I could smell the alcohol and cigarettes on her breath and it was a bit arousing. My breathing became deeper and my head felt light. “You want me to kiss you,” she told me, locking eyes with me and not looking away. She pushed her large, fake breasts against mine and leaned her face in very near. “You want me to kiss you,” she said again, getting a little closer, her parted lips and mine danced dangerously within an inch of each other. “Tell me you want me to kiss you,” she whispered more tenderly, “Say it.” She stuck her tongue out and very gently brushed my bottom lip with the tip for a split second. I couldn’t resist any longer, I wanted her so badly. I wanted her tongue in my mouth and mine in hers. “Tell me. Tell me what you want,” she trailed a finger down my neck and to my chest. My lips were burning for her.

“Kiss me,” I huffed, barely a whisper. She immediately cracked a smile and dropped to her knees, pulling my bottoms down on the way swiftly and almost instinctively finding her tongue to my clit. “W-wait, no, don’t,” I tried to speak but couldn’t, it was too late. She attached herself in a way that wouldn’t come off. She didn’t take breaths for air or stopped to look at it after some licks like they did in porn movies, she just sucked and sucked harder each second. The indirect pressure of her lips on my clit made it throb, I had never been kissed or touched there before– at least not directly. Small whimpers escaped my mouth and my hand that was trying to push her away a moment ago was now stroking her hair. She lifted one of my legs up and rested it on her shoulder, getting her angled access to my vaginal opening. “Ooooh,” I moaned, it was the best feeling I had ever had. For a split second she used her tongue to lap up the wetness that was forming at my pussy before going back up to my clit. I knew that if she had sucked on it even for as half as long as she had, I wouldn’t have lasted much longer. “Ahh, ahh, ahhhh!” I had lost all control of the sounds coming out of my mouth. My clit tingled in a way that seemed like a bottle-neck of nerves.

“Katya, what the fuck!” The lights suddenly turned on in the kitchen and Scott stood there, staring at us in boxer-briefs. At that very moment, I hated him. I hated him because he made her pull away from my aching pussy and look at him. I hated him because he stopped the first ever close-to-orgasm another person had ever given me. I hated him because he had all the time in the world to be with her and now she would go back to him again– for his disposal. As much as I hated him, I was embarrassed and completely mortified. As soon as Katya stood up, I pulled up my bikini bottom.

“What?! She liked it!” Katya exclaimed loudly, with a small smirk on her face.

“You’re trying to get me fucking arrested or sued or something?” he shouted. As she walked out the kitchen Scott gave her a hard smack on her ass and she laughed, darting off into the bedroom.

“Jenna, I’m so, so sorry,” he looked at me sympathetically. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, instead I just looked at the floor near his feet. He had looked more nervous than I felt. “Take a day off to yourself tomorrow or something, I’ll stay here with Sam all day,” he said. I nodded silently. “I’m really sorry about her and everything,” he sighed deeply. “I’m just gonna go now. Night, Jenna.”

I came that night thinking about Samantha on my tits and Katya on my clit, it was the hardest orgasm I had had yet.

***

It was now Monday and I had to work at the pool. I quit my job at the ice cream parlor the night before because of the new job babysitting Samantha. It wasn’t a completely Samantha-free day like Scott had implied. He had sent her over for a few minutes to my house with an envelope filled with cash. Instead of counting it, I stuffed it in my dresser drawer, picked up Samantha and carried her to my bed, covering her face and lips with kisses.

“My daddy said only ten minutes,” she giggled.

“Alright,” I told her as I cuddled her in my arms.

“What did Katya do to you?”

“What?”

“Katya. Remember? From last night?”

“What do you mean?”

“She ate your pussy?” she asked innocently. It threw me off to hear such a young girl say such a naughty thing. “That’s what she did?”

“I don’t know what that means, Sam. Where’d you hear that?”

“My daddy was talking to Katya this morning.”

“What does it mean?” I asked her naively. She shrugged. “Alright. I think it’s been ten minutes.” She groaned in disagreement and got to her feet.

“You’ll be at the pool on Monday?”

“Yup! See you then!”

I was seeing her alright. With my sunglasses on I was watching her, especially among the other children playing and laughing about. From time to time she’d look at me and smile and I smiled back; it was our secret.

“Jenna, you never texted me back!” Amber exclaimed from below. I climbed down to meet her.

“Hey.”

“Hey, so what? Do you like Jake or what?”

“Uhhh–”

“Mrs. Stevens was in here earlier asking about you. She said she’d be by later,” Amber informed me.

“Ugh,” I scoffed.

“What? Don’t like your future mother-in-law?” she joked.

“Please, don’t say that,” I blushed.

“You know my friend Heather?” she asked. Of course I knew Heather, Amber’s best-friend. She was a sexy skinny girl with straight, jet black hair and tiny little green eyes. Everyone at school said she looked like Megan Fox. “Well, ex-friend, now.”

“You’re not getting along?”

“Fuck no. She’s such a cunt. And she’s super insecure and needy. Like it’s my fault she has an eating disorder,” Amber said sharply, crossing her arms. I had no clue what to say to that. I had never said a word to Heather. “Sorry, I know that sounds bitchy, but she does! Anyway, my mom booked this Spa day for my birthday before the party so that I could bring someone and I think I’ll bring you.”

I wanted to go, but I wasn’t sure if it was an invitation or a command. I felt like one of her accessories, like a handbag she chooses to match with a pair of shoes one day. But I didn’t mind, she had been my female crush since I was in 6th grade and she was in 8th. I glanced over at Samantha from across the pool, she had suddenly stopped playing and only looked at me and Amber.

“I might have to babysit,” I told her.

“That kid again? Jesus, Jenna!” she exclaimed and then paused for a second and opened her eyes wide, “Wait a minute, are you crushing on Scott too? You can tell me, ya know?”

“What? No, no,” I shook my head.

“Are you fucking him?”

“Amber! No!” I whispered uncomfortably, looking around to see if anyone else had heard. She laughed loudly and nudged my arm with hers. It was the first time she had ever touched me.

“So ask Scott for the day off– I’ll ask him for you,” she smiled, “Do you want to come?”

“Yeah. I’ll go,” I said quickly. Some kids at the corner of the pool were roughhousing and diving in. “Hey!” I blew my whistle at them– thankful to get out of the weird conversation with Amber.

“See you, Jenna. Oh, and you better wear something hot Friday night! Text me a pic!”

That’s right, I had nothing to wear. I had no idea what was hot. I glanced over at Samantha again and I didn’t see her. Her friends were all there, but there was no sign of her. I had just had the last break of the afternoon, the pool would close in about an hour and there were no signs of the crowd of people getting any lighter. I sat back in my chair and after about 15 minutes the skies got dark. It was the best sound I could of asked for– thunder. The droplets fell lightly and then all at once, making people run for cover and start heading into the showers or just leaving altogether. When everything seemed clear, I headed into the locker room to get started on cleaning before I had to leave. I heard one of the showers running and I didn’t bother to see who it was, but then I remembered I had not seen Samantha in a while.

“Sam?” I called out, but then regretted doing so incase it wasn’t her. I found my little Samantha curled up under the shower where I found her. This time she had her head dug in her lap and her knees up, sobbing heavily. “Samantha! What’s wrong? What happened?” I rushed over to her and put my hand on her wet head.

“Nothing! Leave me alone!” she cried. I turned the shower off.

“What did I do?”

“You’re supposed to be MY girlfriend and you’re always with Amber or always with Katya and you let Katya do stuff with you and you’re supposed to be MY girlfriend, but you’re not!”

“Samantha, you’re exaggerating!”

“You’re not my girlfriend! You’re not!”

“Yes, I am!”

“No, you’re not! You’re not! Stop lying!” she screamed. I had never seen her so upset. I stood up and walked away toward the doors, shutting them and then locking them from the inside. I walked back toward the crying little girl that I adored so much and stood directly above her.

“Stand up,” I said sternly.

“No!” she muttered. I took my T-shirt off and tossed it on the wet shower floor. Then I stood under the falling water and began taking the straps of my red bathing suit down and off my shoulders.

“Come here,” I said a little more softly. She looked up and me with her red eyes and began to to stand slowly. “Take off your clothes,” I instructed her. She stared blankly a moment and began to undo the straps of her bathing suit top. I pulled my own bathing suit down my body and over my hips, letting it plop on the floor.

“And my bottoms too?” she asked.

“Yes, everything.” She obeyed eagerly. Once I stood completely naked under the shower and she lost the last bit of her clothing as well, I extended my arm and pulled her to me for a big tight hug, her head reaching right beneath my breasts. I dropped down to my knees and kissed her, warm water falling down on our heads and down our faces. I kissed her passionately as if it were the first and the last kiss we’d ever have. I ran my hands up and down her back, over her plump ass cheeks and down her legs. I rubbed her nipples and sucked on them hard, tasting the water as I went.

“Jenna,” she said quietly. I looked up at her face, dripping with water. “Touch me?” I knew exactly what she meant. I took a hand and trailed it down from her flat chest to the hard bone of her hip. “Touch it,” she breathed lightly. I pulled her arms down, guiding her to kneel. I kissed her mouth again under the water.

“Get on your back,” I said, between licks of her tongue. She slowly started to lean back and I layed on my stomach in front of her. “Open your legs.”

There was no stopping it now. There I was, face-to-face with the peach I had been waiting for. My lips trembled as I kissed the skin above her slit. I wish I knew what to do with it, but I just didn’t. I knew how it was supposed to look from watching porn, but even Katya managed to get me almost cuming from sucking in one spot.

I made my tongue wide and licked over her slit from the bottom up, peeking up at her and noticed a smile spread across her face and her head fell to the side. For a second I thought of how dirty the floor of the shower must’ve been and considered moving her to a bench near the lockers. I started at the base again and licked up slowly, tasting the soft uncharted skin between her legs. The third time I slipped my tongue into her slit a bit more, slowly pulling apart skin that was used to being closed. I propped myself off the floor with my elbows and spread open her pussy lips with one hand.

“It’s so beautiful,” I told her, gazing at the hot pink contrast against her skin.

“Really?” she started to lift her head a bit to see.

“Stay down,” I extended my hand and pushed on her chest. I licked the sides of her little pussy and then used my tongue to completely cover her pink entrance. It was wet and slimy and her clit began to jut out a bit from its cave. I swallowed hard, tasting her sweetness before going back for me. I licked over her tiny pink hole to up and around her little clit.

“Oh!” Samantha winced, with a jolt.

“Sorry. Did that hurt?” I asked from between her legs. She shook her head.

“Kiss it more,” she said, putting both hands on my head and pressing it toward her. I smiled to myself before extending my tongue once more, water dripping down my head and onto her body. I lost track of time, having the taste of my first prize. And there was nothing sweeter than the pussy of a little girl, a little girl who wanted me just as badly.

“Jennifer!!” a voice shouted angrily from behind us. I turned to see Mrs. Stevens standing there in her one piece black bathing suit with white flowers on it. She had a white seran wrapped around her waist and a stupid big hat with a scarf wrapped around it like she always did. She was a rather portly woman who looked like maybe once at her peak she was curvy but never exactly thin. She wore her hair around her shoulders like female politicians in their 50’s do. Samantha and I both sat up and just stared at her– completely naked under the shower. “Do you have any idea what it is you’re doing?!”

“Mrs.Stevens, I–”

“No excuses! This is despicable and disgusting! No wonder you’re such a strange girl,” she continued. I got up and turned off the shower, making it suddenly much more quiet.

“I’m going to have to tell your parents about this,” she said nastily. Samantha began to sniffle. “Don’t cry now, little girl. You didn’t know any better. It’s this one who is the predator! You’re lucky I don’t call the police!”

“Jenna?!” Samantha whimpered, looking at me with big scared eyes. It was my worst nightmare. I would lose my job, get grounded, everyone at school would know, everyone in the neighborhood. Worst of all I would have never gotten to see Samantha again. Samantha got up to her feet quickly and stood behind me.

“Little girl, take your clothes and your things and go wait outside for your daddy to come get you.”

“No!” Samantha shouted from behind me.

“Let her just go home. She can go home by herself,” I told Mrs. Stevens, never removing my sharp glare from her eyes.

“Unlock this door, Jenna! She can go wait and get changed in the office,” Mrs. Stevens commanded.

“Come, Sam,” I took her by the hand and gathered all her things off the floor. “Take this towel and wait for me in the office, OK? Please.”

I unlocked the door and it pained me to see her leave, distraught and in tears. Mrs.Stevens walked to the door and slammed it closed as soon as Samantha left, turning the latch and locking us inside again. I covered my breasts up with one arm and walked back toward the shower to get my clothing that was soaked and on the floor.

“Leave it there!” Mrs. Stevens yelled, “Put your arm down.” I gave her a nasty look, contemptuously lowering my arm, standing perfectly straight and still in the nude while she stared me down. She suddenly began to lower her bathingsuit straps off her shoulders and two very large white breasts flopped out. They were fat and sagging, touching the top of her fat belly that protruded forward. I was shocked and confused, but didn’t want to show it. She walked closer toward me, stopping inches from my face. I turned my head away from her and looked down at the ground, I could feel her breathing against my skin. Without saying a word, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick my neck. It would’ve felt better if I hadn’t found her to be so repulsive. The more I tightened my mouth and clenched my jaw in anger, the more she licked me. Up to my face and across my lips, then down my chin and to my chest, just her clammy wet tongue. I started breathing heavily, wanting her to stop but wasn’t sure how. It was the quietest I had ever seen her.

“I knew those tits were perfect under there,” she growled before sucking my left nipple, attempting to fit my entire breast in her mouth. She squatted down in front of me and grabbed me by the hips roughly. She then took one hand and used it to spread my pussy lips apart. Having her down there reminded me of Katya– except I hoped she wouldn’t lick me. She stared at it for a moment, leaning in and smelling it.

“Mhhh, I haven’t had a pussy this young since my boys needed babysitters,” she said to herself. She puckered her lips and spit on it, spit all over my clit and around my lips. She followed the spit with multiple, hard, short slaps on my clit with her hand.

“Ahhh,” I winced in pain. It was mostly a shock, something about the pain in that spot made pleasure travel in waves up my spine and to my nipples.

“It hurts, huh?” she said sadistically and licked my clit, followed by a long rough suck, more spit and more short slaps.

“Ohhh, ohhh,” whimpered in pain and pleasure or both. I closed my eyes and pictured Katya between my legs while Mrs.Stevens sucked on it some more.

“Tell me you want me to stop and I’ll stop,” Mrs. Stevens said slyly between licks and slaps. I felt a pressure building in my clit like I never had before. “Tell me. Tell me what you want!” she demanded.

“Don’t– stop,” I breathed hesitantly, shocking even myself.

“What was that?” I saw her grin.

“Don’t stop,” I pushed her head closer to my pussy, “Please.”

She lowered her head further between my legs and ran her tongue from my vagina up toward my clit and then quickly got to her feet. She stared at me with small eyes and an open mouth– she seemed to have a pool of white fluid resting on her tongue. Before I could even blink, she jammed her tongue right in my mouth, unloading my own pussy juices in a big dump on my tongue.

“Taste yourself,” she said, pulling away and creating a trail of long sticky juice between our lips. I swallowed hard in one big gulp, mad that I had lost the great sensation. I just stared at her and breathed deeply. She yanked my arm and lead me toward the locker area and out of the row of showers. “Get on your knees,” she commanded, stopping at one of the small benches in between the lockers and releasing me harshly. I started to kneel in front of her slowly. “Now!” she yelled, pushing on my shoulders. She bent her knees a little, picked up her two big floppy breasts with both arms and rubbed them across my face; gently at first but then a little harder. “Suck on them.”

I didn’t look happy, I looked absolutely miserable and I think a big part of her enjoyed my misery. But, deep down, I loved breasts. I loved looking at them I loved touching my own. I imagined so many times what it would be like to suck on big, oversized breasts with little nipples. Now I had in front of me, huge, sloppy, white udders with big dvd sized areolas and almost inch long nipples and I couldn’t have been more excited to have them in my mouth.

She shoved one in, I can’t even remember which because she did it so forcefully. I closed my eyes and felt like a baby– a very hungry baby.

“Oooohh yeah, suck my big titties,” she moaned loudly. After what seemed like only a few seconds, she yanked that one out and shoved the other one in. She slapped my cheek several times lightly while my mouth was stuffed with her breast. “Yes, just like that. I love seeing you girls like that. Girls like you and Amber and your very mother tortured and pick on me mercilessly. Now look at you, you’re all mine. I control you, I own you,” she monologued. Jesus, was she fucked in the head. I was too busy focusing on that big soft tit in my mouth.

There was a sudden loud pounding on the locker room door.

“Jenna?! Jenna, are you okay?!” it was Scott’s voice. Mrs. Stevens removed herself from my mouth and pulled her bathing suit back over her shoulders quickly. I was completely frozen in place, on my knees and just staring at the pounding door.

“Get up!” Mrs. Stevens whispered tersely. I rose to my feet and a big wad of stickiness dripped down my leg from my soaked pussy. Scott continued to pound and knock as I rushed to my wet swimsuit and put it back on.

“I’m here!” I called out behind the door, I turned the latch and opened it.

“What happened? Where were you?” Scott asked with genuine worry.

“Just cleaning one of the back toilets.”

“Where’s Mrs. Stevens? Is she in here?” he whispered. I knew Mrs. Stevens could hear everything being said.

“No, she just left a little bit ago,” I lied.

“Oh, good,” he sighed with relief, “Samantha said she was being mean to the both of you. That crazy old bitch. What did she do?”

“Oh, uhm– nah, it wasn’t that bad. I thought no one was around so I tossed my wet clothes on the floor before my shower and she got mad and kinda snapped at us,” I lied again.

“What a psycho. Well, Sam won’t stop crying. Are you almost off? Can you come by when you’re done?”

“Uh, yeah. I should be wrapping up in like 20 minutes.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit.”

I didn’t bother to watch him leave, instead hurried back inside to get my things together.

“God, you’re good,” Mrs. Stevens said standing near the showers, her voice made me cringe. I didn’t bother to look at her, I was mortified over what we had done. “You look so sweet and innocent,” she laughed, making my blood boil. “If only people knew how sick you are. You’re just like me.”

“The pool is closed now, Mrs. Stevens,” I said tersely and walked heavily toward the door. She rushed over to me and grabbed my arm.

“Don’t forget that I own you now!” she growled, inches from my face. I stared her down for several seconds defiantly. Eventually, she cracked a smile, “We’re going to have so much fun together, Jenna. You’ll see.”

***

“This is for all of your hard work this past week and a half,” Scott smiled at me in his living room, handing me an envelope.

“Oh, thanks,” I took it calmly and folded it into the back pocket of my jeans. “But you just gave me some cash yesterday with Samantha.”

“I know, I know– but you’ve done an amazing job and my little girl adores you. I think you’re fantastic and you keep this place pretty neat- – although you don’t have to.”

“Thanks,” I looked down to the ground, feeling my face get a little warm. “Scott, I was going to ask–”

“What’s up?”

“I have a thing on Friday. Amber wants to celebrate her birthday at a spa or something but then we’re going out later in the night.”

“Oh, yeah. You can be off that day for sure. Thanks for giving me the heads-up,” he responded.

“But, also– I wasn’t sure what to wear and I think you may know.”

“Where are you going?”

“Rio Lounge, it’s for teen night.”

“Ahh, yeah, I was there a few weeks ago. I didn’t know they did Teen Nights,” he looked at me a bit weird, I shrugged. “We can go to the mall and find you something hot, if that’s what you want. Tight and short.”

“Could you help me pick something? I have no idea about that stuff.”

“Yeah, for sure! Wanna…” he pulled out his cellphone to check the time, “Wanna go right now? The mall won’t close for a couple of hours.”

“Okay!”

“Alright, we’ll leave in 20. Let me grab a quick shower,” he said before heading off to his room, “See if you can get Samantha cheered up, she’s in her room, crying her eyes out.”

He was right. I found Samantha with her head buried in her pillow, she looked as if she were sleeping facedown, but I could see her little body moving with deep breaths. I closed and locked the door behind me and layed beside her in bed.

“Jenna!” she cheered, with tears in her eyes, and threw herself on top of me. “Are you okay?”

“Sam, are you okay? There’s nothing to be sad about. That was pretty crazy, right?” I tried to make it seem like it was no big deal.

“But she saw us. What did she do to you? Did she yell at you?”

“Yeah, Mrs. Stevens yelled at me and told me to never do it again.” I cradled her head to my chest, stroked her hair gently, and gave her a light kiss on the head. “You were very brave.”

“Did you– did you like what we did?” she climbed on top of me and propped herself up on my chest. I could only smile at her. “Did I taste like pee-pee?”

“What?” I laughed very hard, “No, no. You didn’t taste like pee. You were very yummy.”

“How was it? My… sticky.”

“Haha. You’re sticky? Well, it didn’t taste like much, just tastiness,” I squeezed her little ass. “We should get ready to head to the mall with your dad soon.” I pressed my lips to hers and she quickly slipped her tongue in my mouth.

“Jenna?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I taste you?”

 

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Close-Ups: Images of Desire, Chapter 4

  • Posted on September 17, 2016 at 2:53 pm

By JetBoy (with babykeiko)

Previously in “Close-Ups”: Having been persuaded by photographer Alexandra to join in a nude session with her own eight-year-old daughter Linnie, Yukio is discovering a sexual attraction for her child that she never suspected was there. Hesitantly, then with a mounting excitement, Yukio begins to explore this new intimacy with little Linnie.

*****

Yukio seethed with desire. This was love as she never imagined it could be, sex and magic bound together in the small, bare body of her little girl. She stroked and squeezed Linnie’s pert little behind, on the verge of allowing her fingers to steal between the child’s thighs to explore her bare slit.

Suddenly an icy finger of dread touched Yukio’s soul, and she broke their kiss to stare up at her daughter. Her hands froze in mid-caress, rested inertly on Linnie’s buttocks.

What am I doing? the young mother asked herself, struck by a mounting sense of shame. What, in the name of everything holy, am I doing to my little girl?

Linnie saw the fear in her mother’s eyes. She sensed what Mummy was thinking: these things they were doing — the cuddling without clothes, the touching, the nursing, the kisses — Mummy thinks it’s wrong, all of it.

Somehow, the child’s heart told her what to do.

Linnie placed her little hands on either side of her mother’s face, then gave her a sweet smile, recalling all the times she’d dreamed of her first girlfriend. How could she have known it then — the wonderful surprise of who that lover would turn out to be?

“Mummy,” she whispered, “please, please don’t stop… I love this, it makes me happy…”

Yukio gaped in disbelief at the adoring, trusting face of her daughter for a mere instant before Linnie dipped down, the girl’s mouth firmly covering her own in an ardent kiss. She gasped in astonishment, an instant before Linnie’s tongue darted between her parted lips to play.

At that, the young mother’s fear, her guilt, her hesitation — it simply fell away.

Yukio’s arms twined silkily around Linnie’s thin back as she responded to the little girl’s fervor. She feasted on the delicate mouth of her daughter, hungry for more kisses, more!

Their tongues engaged and mingled until, needing to catch her breath, Yukio broke away, her lips trailing over to brush Linnie’s ear.

The bed shifted slightly as Alex sat down beside the embracing couple. “That’s it, Yukio,” the photographer murmured, absently cupping her left breast. “Make love to your little girl, yes… Linnie, isn’t it nice to share your beautiful body with Mommy?”

The little girl turned her head to gaze dreamily at the naked woman sitting next to her. “Yes… ooooh, it is nice, Miss Alex…” She gasped in delighted surprise as her mother nibbled at her earlobe, then her eyes drifted shut.

Alex pressed a hand between her generous thighs, cupping the warm, wet flesh. “It’s a precious gift, a mother and daughter finding love together…” A moist sound could be heard as Alex curled two fingers deep into her vagina, staring hungrily at the incestuous pair. “I always — ohhhhhh, God — always wanted m-my mother to love me like that…”

Yukio was on fire, every nerve ending in her body alive like never before as, for the first time, she explored the wonders of her child from the perspective of a lover. Linnie’s form was elegant, sylphlike; her skin soft as a rose petal. And the warm, comforting smell of her!

There was the strawberry body wash her daughter liked, a hint of some fruit-flavored candy and a tart tinge of sweat, all blended with the delicate scent of Linnie’s skin. But there was something new that Yukio had never sampled before, yet recognized instinctively: a rich, earthy aroma that she knew had to come from her child’s sex.

She trailed kisses along Linnie’s jawline, then traced around the ear with the tip of her tongue. Her daughter shivered, moaning, “Oh, Mummy… oh…”

A last stray remnant of concern flickered through Yukio’s mind, like a scrap of paper twirling down a windy street. She lay back into the pillow, studying her dreamy-eyed child’s face. “Baby,” she murmured, “are you sure that you want this? Really and truly?”

The blissful smile on Linnie’s face gave Yukio her little girl’s answer before she whispered, “Yes, Mummy, yes!”

“Oh, Lynn… my precious, precious child,” whispered the young mother. Cradling her daughter’s body, she gently rolled the girl onto her back. “I’ll love you, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel wonderful.” She lifted her head to gaze at Alex, giving the photographer a shy smile. “Thank you for… for bringing us together, Alex.” She was blushing. “I — I never knew that I felt this way… about my daughter. Not until now.”

Alex reached out to cover Yukio’s hand with hers. “I was watching you, how you looked at her… especially when she was naked. And I understood, you know, because it’s the same way that I feel for Linnie.”

“Oh, Alex,” sighed Yukio, sliding closer to the older woman.

“C’mere, beautiful,” purred Alex, grinning as she tugged the young mother to her; the two women meeting in a kiss that quickly grew heated. Yukio whimpered as Alex’s tongue plunged between her lips, as if it was fucking her mouth. Without another thought, she melted into the photographer’s ample body, letting herself be taken by a forceful lover.

When Alex finally broke away, Yukio stared at her with yearning eyes. “I love you,” she said, fumbling for the woman’s hand and bringing it to her lips — fervently kissing the palm, then licking at her fingertips. This was the same hand Alex had used to touch herself just moments ago, and it smelled and tasted of her sex.

“I love you too, Yukio,” Alex gently replied. “And I will love you, later, here in this bed. But right now, your little girl needs you more.”

Yukio gazed warmly at her child, still stretched out on the king-sized bed next to the two grownups.

“Teach her everything.” Alex squeezed Yukio’s hand. “She’s ready. And she wants this…”

“I do, Mummy, I do!” piped Linnie, touching her mother’s thigh. Then she frowned. “But how come you get to kiss Miss Alex, and not me?”

Yukio smiled. “Oh, I’m sure she’ll kiss you too, baby… but you’ll have to ask her for that yourself.”

Linnie turned to the photographer, an expectant gleam in her eyes. “Soooo, Miss Alex… would you kiss me? The same way you did to Mummy?”

“Of course I will,” Alex replied, patting the bed next to where she sat. “Come.”

The child dutifully crawled over to Alex, then squealed in surprise when the older woman seized her, bending down to claim her open mouth in a greedy kiss, one that had soon had them both moaning with pleasure. Linnie responded eagerly, meeting Alex’s aggressive tongue with hers.

As they kissed, the little girl groped blindly for the older woman’s slightly drooping breasts, cupping them with hands that, while fondling Alex’s generous chest, seemed even smaller than they were.

Alex gently drew away, placing a playful peck on Linnie’s nose. “My goodness,” she sighed. “I don’t know which of you I want more…”

“Really?” the child squeaked, grinning hugely.

“Really,” answered Alex, placing her hands atop Linnie’s, firmly pressing them against her breasts. “I’m in love with you, little one… I have been, for a long time.”

“Wow,” whispered Linnie. “So… will you d-do stuff with me, too?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Like I said, I want you both.”

Linnie glanced at Yukio, then swiveled back to Alex. “Well… let’s all of us make love, then — right now!” she blurted.

Alex shook her head. “Not yet. You should be with your mommy first. Besides,” she added, flashing a wicked grin, “I want to watch you two together. Maybe I’ll join in later.” She patted the child’s bottom. “Go on, baby girl — she’s waiting. Give me a good show.”

Linnie lay down next to her kneeling mother, gazing up at Yukio in perfect adoration. “I’m ready, Mummy,” she whispered. “I love you so much…”

Now on the verge of tears, Yukio stared in happy disbelief at her naked little girl. “Oh, Linnie… Linnie, my angel.”

She stretched out alongside her daughter, slowly drawing the dreamy-eyed eight-year-old into her arms as their mouths met. Suddenly parent and child were kissing in a lustful frenzy, as if each meant to devour the other.

Alex breathed shakily, teasing her clit between two fingers as she watched the new lovers embrace, their tongues mating in a ballet of forbidden desire. Yukio was now on top of Linnie, straddling her; knees resting on either side of the girl’s chest. In this position, the young mother’s legs were splayed widely apart, lewdly revealing her cunt and anus.

Yukio was drunk, intoxicated by a libation more wondrous than wine: the mad, helpless lust she felt for her own child… a lust stoked even higher by the simple knowledge that Linnie wanted her, too!

As Yukio’s hands traveled over the lines and contours of her daughter’s nude frame, she imagined a life with this exquisite little girl as her lover. She thought of the closeness of their newfound relationship, the delicious pleasures they would share.

But those were dreams for another, later time. For now, Linnie was in her arms, eager to know the wonders of lesbian love.

Dizzy with desire, Yukio finally broke away from her daughter; their lips parting with a moist sound.

Linnie pursed her lips in a tiny pout. “Don’t stop, Mummy,” she pleaded. “Kiss me more…”

Yukio gently laughed. “Oh, sweetheart… there are lots of ways to kiss someone when you make love to them. Here, I’ll show you another.” Gazing deep into her daughter’s eyes, she parted her lips to give Linnie a warm, open-mouthed kiss on the chin, teasing the child with a tiny swipe of her tongue. She continued downward, nuzzling the baby-softness of Linnie’s neck.

The girl’s eyes widened in surprise, then drifted shut. “Mmmm… oh, Mummy,” she whimpered, “that’s nice.”

Yukio’s soul glowed with happiness as she loved her little angel, pressing her lips into the hollow of Linnie’s throat, then licking a moist path down to her flat chest. She wanted to explore every inch of her daughter’s body with mouth and fingers, to show the girl how incredible sex with a woman could be.

Seeking out a taut nipple, Yukio brushed it with the tip of the tongue, pleased to feel the eight-year-old shiver in response.

“I love you, Mummy,” Linnie whispered, then said it again. “I love you, Mummy. I… I love you. Oh, I love you…” Over and over she breathed the words, as if she were chanting in prayer. “I love you, Mummy… love you…”

Yukio lavished attention on her child’s nipples; kissing the tiny buds, sucking them, circling them with her tongue. Linnie’s thin form quivered beneath hers as the girl continued to gasp declarations of love.

The feeling of her mother’s warm mouth as it touched her chest was so… so perfect that it made Linnie want to cry. But the eight-year-old choked it back, not wanting to behave like a baby in front of Mummy or Miss Alex. Instead, she enfolded Yukio’s head in her arms, cradling her close.

Suddenly Linnie had a funny thought. It’s like I’m the mommy now. And Mummy is my little girl, taking milk from me! The idea made her laugh — then she gasped as Mummy gently bit at her nipple.

Eager to teach her daughter even more, Yukio resumed her journey down Linnie’s body. The child’s hold loosened, allowing the young mother to press her face into the girl’s indescribably soft tummy.

As she kissed Linnie there, Yukio slid a hand between the eight-year-old’s thighs to gently cup her smooth mound, thrilled to discover that the child’s slit was moist. She carefully traced the thickly lipped opening with a finger, marveling at how Linnie’s slender frame quivered in response.

Linnie wondered if it were possible to die from happiness. Having her mother’s soft lips caressing her belly was wonderful enough, but to have Mummy touching down there, exploring her most secret place… well, what could be better?

Mummy’s making love to me! she told herself again and again — yelling the words inside, imagining them echoing the way her voice had when she’d been on the school field trip to the Howe Caverns last summer. Linnie whimpered as the tip of Yukio’s finger slid into her kitty, and once again silently, ecstatically cried: I’m Mummy’s lover… me!

Yukio breathed deeply of Linnie’s body as she left warm, wet kisses just below the girl’s belly button. The scent of her daughter’s sex tickled her nose, made her mouth water. It had been months since she’d gone down on a woman, leaving the Japanese lesbian with a yearning for the taste of pussy that sometimes had her aching inside.

Now she would satisfy her craving by performing cunnilingus on her eight-year-old child — and rather than feel guilt for the incest she was about to commit, Yukio was positively euphoric.This is good, she told herself. This is right.

But she wanted to take her time, to enjoy Linnie’s beautiful body before bringing the girl off. So rather than trail kisses directly to her daughter’s bare slit, Yukio chose to bypass it; journeying instead to the girl’s upper thigh.

Down she went, stroking and nuzzling Linnie’s legs with her mouth and fingers, nimbly moving from one to the other. The child was sighing ecstatically, her face alight with an expression of pure bliss.

Alex was sitting against the bed’s ornately carved oaken headboard, her generous thighs splayed apart, three fingers buried in her hairy cunt, fucking herself hard and deep while watching the pretty young mother pleasure her child.

Thighs, knees, shins, calves, ankles… Yukio worshiped Linnie’s slender limbs, bathed her in a mother’s adoration as if she were a cat, lovingly washing her baby kitten. Finally, she reached the girl’s feet.

Lifting the right foot, Yukio caressed her face with it, covered the delicate appendage with kisses. Her eyes closed, gently swaying, Yukio parted her lips, taking the child’s toes into her mouth.

“Oh… oh, gosh!” Linnie exclaimed. This was something new and surprising to the innocent child. It felt incredible, too, the way Mummy’s warm, wet tongue slipped over and between her toes.

Yukio remembered how she used to playfully take Linnie’s foot into her mouth when her daughter was an infant; how little Lynn would burble with delight. And look at me now, she marveled. I’m no longer teasing my baby… I’m making love to her. With that thought, she allowed her left hand to steal between the child’s legs, languidly stroking the vaginal cleft.

A happy sigh flowed like water from Linnie’s throat as Mummy touched her kitty again. Those down-there good feelings seemed to be pooling inside her tummy, like she was being filled with warmed syrup.

Being a lesbian is the best, she decided. Better than I ever even thought it could be! And what made it extra, extra special was that her own beautiful mother was showing her how, teaching her all about doing sex. She gasped as Mummy’s fingers slid up and down, gliding over her slit.

Yukio withdrew Linnie’s big toe from her mouth, saying “bye-bye” to her child’s foot with a tender kiss before gently lowering it to the bed. She smiled shyly at her little girl before reaching for the left one, cradling it in both hands before lifting it to her parted lips. Once more she lavished affection on her daughter’s foot, once more she slipped a hand between Linnie’s thighs to masturbate her.

Alex groped at her large breasts, scissoring each nipple in turn while she continued to fuck herself, utterly transfixed by the sight of mother and child bonding in such an intimate way.

This time, when Yukio gave Linnie’s left foot a goodbye peck, she pressed the underside of it to her breasts, breathing deeply as her nipples stiffened when the tender arch brushed them, then the coarser heel.

Linnie quivered, thrilled and surprised at how nice Mummy’s titties felt against the bottoms of her feet. Wow, she realized, there’s way more to making love than I thought!

Cupping her daughter’s ankle in her left hand, Yukio stroked her belly with Linnie’s foot, letting it slip between her legs, pressing the heel into the wet heat of her cunt. “Oh,” she moaned, her head falling back. “Oh, my.”

Her entire body, every damned inch of it was buzzing with need, and the temptation was there for Yukio to get herself off right then, to fuck her little girl’s foot until she came. But somehow she summoned up the strength to resist. No, not yet. Linnie first.

Taking a calming breath, she reversed her earlier path, kissing her way back up Linnie’s leg. Reaching the knee, Yukio switched to the other, touching it with her lips. She paused for a deep breath, eyes drawn to her ultimate goal — the child’s baby-smooth slit.

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Honey Loves – Confessions of an Incestuous Mother, Chapter 1

  • Posted on September 16, 2016 at 1:58 pm

By eloquent delinquent

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2015 }

I suppose it should tip me off,the way she’s moving around in her booster seat in the back. Bianca’s not normally a fussy kid, and the chair’s new for her and I think maybe she’s just exploring her limits in it. Six-year-olds are always up to something. It’s raining on the way to the shopping center so I can’t look back. I say her name sharply a couple of times, but it hardly slows her down. When we park and I come around to get her out, one of her pink rubber boots is dangling.

“I know you don’t like the boots, honey, but you can’t take them off just because we’re in the car.” Raindrops spackle on my umbrella.

“Sorry, Momma,” she replies very sweetly. Tip off number two sails right past me. I guess I’m distracted, thinking of my lengthy to-do list.

“Can you get it back on?”

“Uh-huh.”

While she takes care of it, I look in the salon’s plate glass window. Thankfully, it’s not too busy. When I glance back down at her, she’s ready, so I unbuckle her, shelter her under the umbrella with me, and we scamper to the salon.

And she’s such an angel while she gets her holiday cut, charming the stylist with her coy demeanor, shy but just barely. When she’s done she’s all smiles, and my daughter is so adorable in her green tartan dress, her thick, straight brown hair cut square at the middle of her back, fresh bangs sheared neatly just a little above her delicate eyebrows. She got that hair from her father, but I like it better on her. When I help her get her gray wool coat on, she carefully scoops her hair out of her collar, swishing it slightly as it bounces down, enjoying the feel.

Good thing Thanksgiving’s on Thursday, because in a week Bianca will have mussed that hairdo irreparably, and it’ll be pony tails and braids until Christmas. But seeing her right now, so pretty and so happy, I know it’s still worth it.

I smile back at her. “Come on, Bon-bon, one more stop and we’re done.”

We walk through the puddles along the face of the shopping center to the supermarket, where she insists on being in the seat on the cart.

“Aren’t you getting a little old for that?”

“Please, Momma…”

And I relent, partly because she was so sweet and patient at the salon, and partly because I don’t want her running around loose in here. So I pack her in, and between her dress and her coat it takes some arranging, and in the end her coat comes off, gets piled in her lap, with most of it spilling over the handrail, the hem brushing the top of her wet boots.

I get out my list and we wheel down the aisles. It’s pretty crowded, even though it’s not even noon on a Sunday, but, you know, Thanksgiving. Bianca’s still in her happy mood, by turns preening proudly and feeling playful. She keeps holding my hands down with hers, trapping me when I’m about to reach up to pull something from the shelves, feisty, giggling.

I can’t help but laugh. “What’s gotten into you, Miss Silly?”

Bianca’s reply is to give me an aggressively silly smile, and it’s terribly cute. After I tug free the next time, she grabs the scoop neck of my blue sweater and pulls down, exposing my cleavage and a good amount of my teal bra before she gets her other hand on it and pulls me physically toward her. I almost drop my bag of pasta.

“What are you doing?!”

“Gimme kisses Momma!” she says excitedly.

Close to her face, I level a scolding look right into her eyes and sternly say, “Grabby girls don’t get kisses.”

She’s instantly repentant, releasing my collar, putting her hands on top of the coat in her lap. She ducks her head and gives me big, sorrowful eyes from under her feathery bangs. I let her stew, pretending to compare a couple labels. I put my choice in the cart, and she’s following me with her eyes.

When I start to push again, she says in a small voice, “I’m sorry Momma.”

“Because I got mad at you?”

Shaking her head, she replies, “Cause I shouldn’t be grabby.”

I put a finger under her chin and lift it. “That’s okay, honey. All better.”

She looks off to one side. “I just wanted kisses.”

“Then why didn’t you ask me nicely?”

At this, she looks back to me, melting me with her big wet brown eyes. “Please, Momma?”

I stop the cart. As I lean in, her eyelids drift closed, lips slightly parted like mine, and I give her three soft kisses on the mouth, our usual. She sighs. But when we part after the third kiss, I feel her little fingertips gently touch my jawline, urging me back, and she makes a tiny begging sound.

Opening my eyes, I look past the top of her head. There’s only three other people on the aisle, two are a couple heading away from us, the third is a woman bent over, checking dates on lids. I let my eyes close again, and let Bianca’s fingers guide me back to her mouth. Our lips meet, a bit firmer but still so soft. She moves her dainty mouth a bit and I follow along. This is more affection than I usually allow outside the house, and I’m sure she knows it. Her back arches in response to the pleasure, causing her to sit up. I know how she feels, as I grip the cart’s rail, my butt involuntarily lifting slightly. I ever so briefly touch the tiny wet tip of her six year old tongue with the tip of mine, and then pull away.

Bianca takes a deep breath and smiles up at me. I squint my eyes and grin lovingly back.

We move on, and my daughter gets quiet. All through the produce section, she seems thoughtful, but after I finish there she starts to fidget. A little at first, then more. By the time we get into the bakery, she looks pretty uncomfortable.

“You need to go potty, sweetheart?”

She shakes her head slowly, not even meeting my eye, distracted. I keep going. Maybe she’s bored. So I tell her, “We’ll be done soon, okay?”

She nods, just as absently. She’s still for a moment, then adjusts again. I turn back from the French rolls to see her looking at me a bit plaintively.

“What is it, Bianca?”

“Momma, could you give me honey loves?”

That gives me pause. We stare at each other for a second, the request hanging in the air between us. My cheeks feel warm, I might be blushing. Then I put the rolls into the cart as casually as I can manage. “You know honey loves are for private time, right?”

“I know…” she admits. “But, I wanted them before we left, but you were really busy and I didn’t ask ’cause you were really busy.”

My stomach flutters a bit, pulse quickening. And there’s a warming tingle, further down. God, I feel so awful for the way I react, but I can’t deny that I do. “So… you’ve been thinking about it all morning?”

She shrugs shyly. “Kinda.”

I start moving the cart again, smirking at her. “Kinda, huh?”

She rolls her eyes and blushes, adorably, then confesses. “Okay, a lot. A lot a lot.”

My smirk turns to a smile. This part of my daughter amazes me.

Bianca looks to her coat pocket, rummages around in it. We’re back by the dairy case, but I hold off getting the sharp cheddar until I see what she’s up to. She slowly draws her hand out, and for a second I see a stretch of white fabric with black stripes on it. Then, quickly, it disappears back into her pocket.

“Are those your tights?!”

She gives me an enormous, mischievous smile. “A lot a lot!”

It all falls together. “Is that what you were doing in the back seat, Bon-bon?”

She giggles hugely, shaking with it, and then lifts the hem of her coat and dress. Above the pink rubber rain boots, her legs are smooth and bare.

“You scamp!” I tease, and lean to get the cheese. On the way back up, I swoop up next to her head and place a hand between my mouth and her ear, a schoolgirl telling secrets, and whisper, “Such a naughty girl.”

She giggles again, and any more I’m not sure if it’s because she’s delighted at being called naughty, or because she knows she has her Mom turned on, or both.

I take in my situation. This is a consumer sanctuary, everyone wrapped up in their own little mission. Their eyes are on the products, on the shelves, not on each other. They see people as carts, obstacles to maneuver around on their way to the next thing. A young mother and her little girl, cart half full of stuff, what could we possibly be up to? Or so I’m convincing myself as my heart thumps high in my chest.

“You know we’re not at home, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

I start to push the cart, and surreptitiously reach under her coat and wrap my hand around the warm flesh of her calf above the boot, my index finger nestled in the crook of her knee. She starts, locks eyes with me, alert.

“You’ll have to be quiet, keep still. It has to be a secret, no matter what. You know that, right?”

“I can keep secrets, Momma.”

That’s for sure. “And you still want it? A lot a lot?”

Bianca fidgets again and now I can feel what she’s doing is spreading her knees wider. “I really really want you to. Gimme honey loves, Momma, please?”

I take in a deep breath to steel myself, knowing that I’m crossing a line with her, giving in to these tendencies in public. I told myself I’d never let it go this far, but that’s something I’ve told myself how many times before?

Truth is, I can’t help it any more than she can. Maybe I don’t want to. She’s been thinking about it all morning, trying to get me to notice, scheming in her impish way to make it happen. The tights in her pocket, so cute! She wants it so bad. How can I say no?

So, turning the cart and slowly wheeling our way up the ethnic foods aisle, I ease my hand up over her knee, smoothing up the inside of her thigh, deeper into the cozy, closely warm space created by coat and dress and the bare skin of an excited little girl. I caress back and forth up her leg, savoring the sensation of her flesh, plush and firm at the same time. Her skin is so fine, silky. Working my wrist through the leg divider of the cart seat is a little awkward, but I make sure my fingertips never lose contact with her body, it’s too delicious. And now I’m stroking the impossibly soft juncture between her thigh and her smooth little sex.

She squirms a bit, happily frustrated by my teasing. I can see her chest rising and falling. She breathes with her mouth open, lips upturned slightly at the corners, and inside I see her little tongue slipping around, as if she’s trying to control my fingers with it.

I draw my touch slowly across her lower tummy, between her immature mound and her navel, and settle in to rub the crease of her other leg.

“Momma…” Bianca begs, starting to quiver.

Stopping the cart in front of a selection of sesame oils, I hold up my list with my free hand and turn to it. But I glance sidelong at my daughter’s face as I place my index and ring fingers to either side of her puffy vulva and press, parting her cunt. Then I ease the pad of my middle finger into the soft, hot, wet confines of her tiny pussy. It’s a snug fit.

That first touch is so electric, so delectable, we both sigh and melt a little.

I gently slide through her tender folds, moving her wetness around, slicking her up, and her expression opens up into pure joy. Her breath catches for a long second, eyes sparkling, and I nod at her slowly as I glide up and down her luscious little slit, giving her a sly, affectionate grin.

I start pushing the cart again and she’s jolted out of her reverie, but when she realizes my pleasuring fingers aren’t leaving the damp little treat of her quim, she relaxes into it and coos, eyelids dreamily drooping, content to receive the honey loves she’s been longing for all morning.

As I softly, secretly masturbate my six year old daughter, we drift down the aisles. Exploring her creamy pussy with my loving finger, I can’t help picturing how her sex looks, tiny and bare and pouting and pretty… which in turn reminds me of the other little girl pussies I’ve seen. I know I’m a pervert, but I’ve been one forever. What’s happening with my little girl was probably inevitable, given the kind of person I am.

I’ve been sexual as long as I can recall. One of my earliest vivid memories was standing in the big sunny backyard at my grandparents’ place, as my Mom gently took my wrist and pulled my hand out from underneath my Easter dress. I looked up as she made embarrassed apologies to my glaring Aunt Ruth. I must’ve been younger than Bianca is now, and I remember feeling frustrated, and that Aunt Ruth was a stiff-lipped meanie, but not ashamed. Soon I stopped doing it, mostly because my Mom would pull my diddling fingers away from my delighted weewee every time she caught me, usually with an exasperated, “Alli-son…” and I got the picture that those touches were a no-no.

But I think that only made me more curious. I heard my name said in that drawn-out way a lot as a kid, “Alli- son…” but usually it ended with girlishly demure giggle as another playmate took off their pants for me. I had an insatiable desire to see the privates of anyone I took a liking to, and I got good at finding secret spots, and the art of convincing. It always helped that I was willing to show mine first.

Boys were easy, a lot had boners before they even agreed, after looking at me half-naked. And gazing at their jutting little peckers made me so gleeful I think I clapped a couple of times while I looked at them. I was so tempted to touch one, fascinated by the thought of what a dick felt like when it was so hard like that, but I never did. Boys my own age were a little scary and I always worried they would brag or tell, so I picked ones a year or two younger than me, and they were usually happy to play. And even if they were just six or seven, their little dicks got so stiff I suspected I could’ve stood tiptoe on the tip of one like a diver.

The girls were more tricky, which only made me more desperate to see their bald little muffs. I learned the combinations of flattery, cajoling, and tantalizing that melted their resistance and made them strip. There was lots of giggling involved with our undressing, and some half-hearted protesting, usually just my name, “Alli- son…” And then I would squat in front of them and gaze up enraptured by their childish charms. Each pussy was a little different, but I loved them all.

Some of the braver girls would insist on inspecting my little pussy too, and I was happy to comply. Some girls wanted to kiss, and that was really special, playful smooches as our naked bodies brushed against each other. Every new girl was her own adventure, and I always felt so clever every time I talked another playmate into shyly pulling down her panties for me, using their own naughty curiosity to overcome their modesty.

Now we’re cruising by the fridge cases, and despite my focus on my memories, my caressing fingertip, and Bianca’s sexual response, it occurs to me I need frozen pie shells and blueberries. I find the the shells, and by kind of circling to the corner of the cart, I’m able to reach in, get the shells, and toss them in with my other stuff without even pausing in my service to her delicate puss.

I come back around and glance at Bianca. Her eyes are unfocused and half-open, and though it’s completely concealed I can feel her pelvis beginning to instinctively rock against my hand in a gentle hump motion. She’s blissed out by her Momma’s honey loves. I’m not even sure she’s aware I’m doing anything other than fingering her.

A prankish thought sails into my head, watching her as I approach the frozen blueberries. And as it is with so much in my life, it’s like I can’t help myself. I casually position the cart the way I want it, so that my daughter is angled almost facing the freezer. Her bliss bubble pops as my hand withdraws from her slippery slit, her eyes flashing wide open in an expression halfway between pleading and accusing. But I’m already moving, and in one swift motion I open the glass freezer door partway, use my recently naughty hand to lift Bianca’s coat and skirt, and step deftly to one side.

With me blocking the way, almost all the frigid air is channeled straight at Bianca, wafting right up her lifted skirt between her bare, spread thighs and onto her overheated little sex. Her six year old face is comically surprised – mouth a wide ‘O’, eyebrows disappearing up into her bangs. She tries to close her legs, but the cart’s divider won’t let her. She parts them and squeezes, parts them and squeezes, squirming. But now I see, at the corners of her eyes and mouth, the telltale signs of laughter.

And suddenly it bursts out of her, a big piercing peal of fun, and I drop her clothes back over the rail and grab the berries as quickly as I can while she recovers.

The plastic bag flops into our cart, the door thunks shut. Bianca’s still giggling, almost bouncing in the seat.

“Mom-ma!” she giggles, reminding me of my own childhood naughtiness.

Everyone in the aisle has turned to look. I smirk and shush her and whisk us out of there, to the comparative anonymity of organic foods a little ways down. The aisle’s momentarily deserted. She looks at me with a disbelieving smile.

“What did you think of that?” I ask.

“Funny! But sooo cold!” she responds playfully. “I’m still all shivery down there.”

“Poor Bon-Bon, is your little bonbon chilly?” I babytalk, then I slip my index finger in my mouth and suck, working my tongue against it, warming it up.

She nods, but her eyes are fixed on my pursed lips. Removing my finger, I murmur, “I think I can make it better for little bonbon…”

Bianca takes a gasp in anticipation and spreads her knees very wide as my hand disappears under her coat again. My knuckles glide up her goosepimply thigh, wiggle past the cart’s divider, and with intuitive aim my warm, spit-slicked fingertip settles into the cool, moist plushness of her cunt. She jerks softly at the contact, my heated touch radiating into her. Her pretty eyes roll up, and she quietly moans, “ohhhhhh…”

Pushing the cart again, I return to stroking up and down her smooth little slit, a little quicker than before, and almost instantly the heat down there is all hers. We round the corner and Bianca’s head lolls forward. She holds the rail and raises her knees slightly, urging me to continue.

Like I could stop. I’m as turned on as she is. I wonder if she understands that, but she probably does. I know at some point she’ll enter a modesty phase, all girls do. So I savor these moments as best I can, because I never want to make my little girl uncomfortable with herself or her body. Obviously, that point hasn’t come yet. And I find myself reveling in her pleasure and her girlish demands, suspecting she’s very aware of my arousal.

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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 48

  • Posted on September 15, 2016 at 2:31 pm

A Night of Seductions

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

As I stood looking into my mother’s room, dimly lit by the bedside lamp, I saw Erin and my mom on the bed kissing. The surprise was that my mom’s girlfriend, Randi Barrett, was there as well. She had been visiting her twin sister, Ronni, and her family, which included little Emily, whom I had babysat when the girl was six. We’d had quite a few adventures together, many of them including her mother and aunt, who was at that moment going down on Erin while she and Mom kissed.

I stood there a moment, watching. Nobody noticed my presence, and I considered joining them, but then I realized that if Mom had wanted to include me this time, she would have made sure I was awakened to do so. I wasn’t jealous, though I was a little disappointed to be missing out on this. As I stood there watching, Erin began to come.

I stayed where I was until the orgasm had ended before creeping back to my room. On my way there, I met Jenna, who had awakened and obviously come looking for Erin and me.

I signaled her to be quiet and motioned her to follow me to our room, where we could talk.

“What’s up?” she asked as I sprawled on the bed, where she joined me.

“Randi must have gotten home,” I said. “She and Mom have Erin in bed with them.”

Jenna started to get up to go there, but I stopped her. “Let them have their fun. If Mom wanted us to be a part of this, she would have made sure we joined them.”

Jenna lay back down on the bed with a frustrated sigh.

“It’s okay, you know,” I said. “Mom has sex a lot of times at home without inviting us to join her.”

“I know. I guess I’m feeling kinda left out right now.”

I wondered if part of the problem was knowing we might be close to finding her mom, and so she was feeling the loss a bit more than usual.

“We could do something without any of them,” I suggested. Seeing what I’d seen had brought my clit to life and I’d planned on masturbating until I ran into Jenna.

Jenna smiled at me. “Okay.”

Then a sudden thought occurred to me.

“Wait a minute. Do you want to play Sleep Seduction?” I asked, referring to a game we had invented.

She looked at me as if I had recently become feeble-minded.

“Cheryl, I hate to tell you this, but we’re awake.”

I laughed at her joke. “No, silly. I mean Aunt Emmy and Danni. I bet they’re asleep.”

Her look of mock pity became one of interest.

“Do you think they’d mind?” she asked.

“I seriously doubt it. Neither of them work tomorrow, so they can go back to sleep and sleep in.”

“Okay, then, let’s go!” she said. “First one whose ‘victim’ wakes up  is the loser.” We got out of bed and tiptoed to their room, which was upstairs, above our room. This allowed us to sneak to their room without possibly alerting Mom or anyone else, since we didn’t have to go near her room, where a merry threesome was already in progress.

We were already naked, of course, and my pussy was starting to get rather wet thinking of what we were going to do. I had no idea, really, how hard Danni slept, but Aunt Emmy slept like the dead. I knew they would also be sleeping naked, so we didn’t have to worry about removing any pajamas or anything like that.

When we got to their room, we could see no light coming from under the door. I knew if a light was on we would see a strip of light there, so it was good there was none.

I slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The hinges made no sound at all, and soon we were standing at the foot of their bed. The curtains were open and moonlight bathed the room, giving us enough light to see everything.

Danni slept on the right side as you stood at the foot of the bed, and Aunt Emmy was on the other side. They were near to each other, but I couldn’t see anywhere their bodies might be touching. Aunt Emmy was on her right side, so she was facing Danni, who was on her belly. We could hear their soft breathing as they slept.

I had a moment of doubt when I wondered if we might not be making a mistake playing our game with them. After all, we were more or less invading their privacy. However, I also felt they would certainly understand and appreciate our efforts to give them some unexpected orgasms.

After we entered, we looked at each other, trying to decide who would do what to whom. Rather than just make a choice, we wordlessly indicated we should let a quick game of rock-paper-scissors decide. Jenna’s rock beat my scissors, and she chose Aunt Emmy, which left Danni for me. That was fine of course. The little side game was just for the fun of it anyway. I didn’t fail to notice, however, that Jenna had chosen the one we knew was a deep sleeper.

We crept to our victim’s side of the bed, and I gave Jenna a ‘thumbs up’ signal to begin.

We reached out and carefully pulled the sheet down, revealing a naked Danni and Aunt Emmy. Now the sheet and blanket were at the foot of the bed, and the women lay there oblivious of their situation.

I looked at Danni’s shapely butt. She could have been a model with a butt like that. Aunt Emmy’s was nice, too, but she wasn’t my partner for the game, so I put her out of my mind until she woke up.

I began to caress Danni’s butt, trying to turn on the sleeping woman in her sleep. There were many times Jenna had done similar things to me and that had caused sexual dreams for me. I wondered if my touching Danni would produce the same effect.

I dipped my hand between her thighs and tried to feel her pussy to see how much moisture was there. Not much. I was determined to change that.

With one hand very gently massaging her pussy and butthole, I placed my other hand on the boob nearest me, gently massaging the ball of flesh and lightly thumbing her nipple.

Because it was important in this game to listen to the other person’s breathing to make note of possible changes that indicated either sexual stimulation or waking, I heard the rhythm and deepness of Danni’s breathing change. She inhaled deeply and let the air out more slowly. I hoped this was more sexual in nature than a sign she was waking up. I didn’t mind losing the game so much as I didn’t want her to spoil the fun I had when playing this game.

Her breathing settled and I could detect a quickening of her breath.

Taking a moment to glance at Jenna, I saw she was kissing Aunt Emmy’s butt and nibbling the soft flesh there while fingering her. Yes, Aunt Emmy was an easy target for ‘Sleep Seduction.’ Jenna literally had her finger inside Aunt Emmy’s pussy and was pistoning it back and forth, though not very fast. I could already hear the sounds of Jenna’s finger sloshing away in what was obviously a very wet cunt. Or did she have more than one finger inside our aunt? I couldn’t tell, but she was definitely ahead of me in the game.

I leaned down and softly took a nipple into my mouth. Danni stirred a bit, but the movement only allowed me easier access to her boobs and pussy, since she had adjusted herself so that she was more on her side than her belly. Danni was also facing the side of the bed, which was an obstacle that Jenna was having to deal with since Aunt Emmy was facing the middle, and thus was turned away from her seducer.

I could hear Jenna’s finger or fingers increasing their pace. Based on the wet sounds, Aunt Emmy must have already been turned on in her sleep. Now Aunt Emmy began to moan softly. She spread her legs slightly, which gave Jenna much easier access from below.

Returning to sucking Danni’s nipple, I grew bold with the hand that was gently massaging her pussy. I moved a finger to her vagina and softly pressed inside. The finger slid in easily, and I noted the increased amount of fluids. The volume of juices weren’t as copious as Aunt Emmy’s, but she was certainly much wetter than she’d been when this started.

I began to finger-fuck my former English teacher as Jenna put her seduction in high gear. She had now bent over the prostrate figure of Aunt Emmy and had her face pressed between her open thighs.

Looking at my aunt, I could see that while she was certainly enjoying what was happening to her, she was definitely still asleep.

I moved to Danni’s pussy while still fingering her. Putting my face near her slit, I could smell her aroma.

Danni suddenly turned over onto her back, startling me. She wasn’t awake that I could see, but she was definitely aware that her pussy was feeling rather nice.

As I bent over Danni, I inhaled again. She smelled lovely. My finger had come dislodged when she’d turned onto her back, but I returned it to its wet sheath and continued fingering her. Then my middle finger joined my index finger, and I was starting to piston in and out with more abandon.

I suspected she might actually be awake enough to realize what was happening, and her move to her back may have been done to give me easier access, but I wasn’t sure. Anyway, if she was pretending to be asleep, it meant she wanted me to continue behaving as if she were, so I did.

Easing onto the bed, I gently pushed her thighs apart. They moved easily, and the thought she was awake became stronger. Either that, or she was dreaming a little bit about what was going on and her dream self was reacting to my touches.

Finally, I clamped my mouth onto her pussy and began to lick and suck, drinking in her fluids as if I were a starving baby at her mother’s breast, and she had a lot of fluids to drink by now.

Her breathing told me she was getting close to her climax, and I started plunging my fingers in faster while my tongue assaulted her clit.

Beside me, I could feel Jenna climbing carefully onto the bed and within seconds, her mouth had clamped onto Aunt Emmy’s pussy. Jenna had managed to get my aunt to raise her right leg, bent at the knee, to give my sister access to her cunt. Jenna was lying so that she was dipping her head between Aunt Emmy’s thighs from behind, meaning Jenna’s chin was pressing against my aunt’s butthole. We both knew she loved any kind of pressure on that spot, and I could hear both women breathing as if they were about to come — and hard.

Aunt Emmy entered her orgasm just seconds before Danni did. By this time, Danni was no longer pretending she was asleep, though she wasn’t exactly letting anyone know she was awake either. Aunt Emmy, however, woke up from the intensity of the pleasurable sensations that were flooding her body. She gasped and moaned and tried to form words in her state of near sleep. It was obvious the orgasm had caused her to wake up, meaning she had been in a very deep sleep when we started, which is what I suspected.

When we had finished making the women come, Jenna and I lay with them and made out with them for a few minutes. I was very horny myself and wouldn’t have minded having the two of them return the favor, but it was obvious they both wanted to go back to sleep, especially after the strong orgasms they’d had.

I looked at Danni before we got up to leave and said, “You were awake, weren’t you?”

“Not at first, but when you were fingering me, I woke up and decided to make things easier for you by turning onto my back. I hope you’re not disappointed.”

“No, Jenna won anyway because Aunt Emmy came first, not to mention she was still asleep when she started coming.”

“She’s a hard sleeper, that one,” she said, meaning Aunt Emmy, of course.

“Yeah. I lost at rock, paper, scissors and she got her choice. I knew she’d pick Aunt Emmy because of that.”

“Better luck next time, kiddo,” she said, kissed me and closed her eyes to get back to sleep.

Aunt Emmy realized suddenly that one person was missing. “Where’s Erin?” she asked.

“Oh, she’s sort of the one who started this. She must have sneaked out of the room and joined Mom and Randi,” I said.

“Randi’s here?” Danni asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “They were having a threesome when I looked in on them.”

“That’s one helluva babysitting job,” Danni said. “Wish I’d been that lucky at fifteen.”

I giggled and said, “Yeah, I am lucky, aren’t I?”

We got up to let them go back to sleep. As we left the room, Danni said, “Thanks for the O.”

“Yeah,” Aunt Emmy agreed. “Thanks for the orgasm.”

“No problem,” I said and Jenna echoed my reply.

“You two gonna have some fun now?” Danni asked.

I looked at Jenna, and could see by the hopeful glint in her eyes that she was as horny as I was, despite the day and late night of sex we had enjoyed.

“Yeah,” I said. “If you hear us coming in the room below, just ignore it.”

Giggling, we left and returned to our room.

Erin wasn’t back yet, so we got onto the bed and began making out, our hands exploring each other.

Just as we got really into what we were doing, Erin tiptoed into the room, apparently thinking we were asleep. The room was dark and the window curtains were closed, so she couldn’t see us. A nightlight was always on in the hallway, so she had come from a lighted area into a dark room, adding to her blindness.

I put my fingers to my lips to indicate to Jenna we should stay quiet until Erin got into bed. She slipped softly between the sheets and lay back. I heard her give a contented sigh.

I grinned at Jenna before saying rather loudly, “So, did you have fun?”

Erin nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Fuck! I thought you two were asleep!”

Jenna and I giggled.

“How do you like Randi’s pussy?” I asked.

“How did you know?” Erin wanted to know.

“I woke up and wondered where you were. When I went looking, I found you in bed kissing my mom with Randi between your legs licking your pussy as if there would be no tomorrow,” I told her. “Did you decide to go join them or something?”

“No, actually, they came in here. Your mom woke me up and signaled me to follow her. We went to their room and had sex.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Jenna asked, already knowing the answer.

“Fuck yeah!” she said.

“Well, we went to Aunt Emmy and Danni’s room and played “Sleep Seduction.” Jenna said.

“What’s that?”

We explained the game to her, and she was rather envious of us.

“That sounds like a really cool game,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said, “but you don’t play it with anyone you haven’t already had a lot of sex with. Otherwise, it’s not a seduction, it’s a molestation.”

“Oh,” she said. “Still, it sounds like a lot of fun.”

“It is,” Jenna said.

“Anyway, that got us really horny and we came back here to enjoy each other. You can watch or go back to sleep or even join in if you want to,” I said.

“I don’t know if I can join in. I came like four times with your mom and Randi, but I’d like to watch anyway if that’s okay.”

“Sure,” Jenna said, and we took each other in our arms and began kissing.

Erin watched us while we made love. I could tell part of her wanted to join us, but I imagine she might be a little sore after the day and night of sex.

Soon, Jenna and I were tribbing, with her on top of me, rubbing her pussy against my slit. We had licked each other for a little while and came already that way before settling on this method of reaching our final orgasms.

When we were done, Erin was literally wide-eyed with fascination. While Jenna and I lay beside each other and kissed, she said, “I wish I belonged to this family.”

“Don’t say that,” I said. “Your mom is a wonderful person. She may not be interested in sex with you, but you can always come over here and have sex with me and my family. Besides, you haven’t even met Deanna or Marie and their families yet.”

Erin grinned and stared at me with excitement glistening in her eyes.

“When do I meet them?” she asked.

I laughed at her eagerness. “Soon, Erin. Soon.”

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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 17

  • Posted on September 14, 2016 at 5:56 pm

By Jeneee

Jacqueline was on my mind as we drove home in the busy, late Saturday afternoon traffic. I kept seeing the array of paintings her mother had done of her, and realized why Maggie and Karen had selected the ones they had to display on the gallery walls.

One thing was certain – Jacqueline wasn’t at all shy when it came to posing. The other thing that was immediately obvious was the sensual beauty of her young body – firm, but soft,  her skin color glowing, radiating with the joy of her adolescence captured so perfectly by her talented mother. Her long, dark hair delicately caressed her curves as it flowed across her breasts — teasing her dark, pointed nipples so that they protruded proudly — or coursed over a shoulder and down her back, almost reaching the cleft between her beautiful butt cheeks.

The sly smile on her face in some of the more daring poses seemed to invite the viewer to join her in an intimate encounter – ‘just you and I,’ she seemed to be saying with her eyes. ‘Please, let me join your collection. I promise you won’t be disappointed.’

Her paintings spoke volumes about her nature, and even more about the skill of her mother for being able to capture the essence of her daughter’s sensuality – overt to be sure, but not in a slutty way. I was anxious to learn more about her and her mother, and found myself hoping we would be compatible. I had also noticed Becky eying Jacqueline, while trying not to look obvious, and hoped they, too, would hit it off since they were so close in age. And I knew that my daughter and Pam would probably keep barraging her with questions and comments, so I hoped she’d accept their youthful curiosity in good humor.

Armed with three large pizzas smothered with various toppings, we soon arrived at our house. I collected a pile of plates as Susan scrounged for a few extra chairs to place around our kitchen table and before long, all of us had squeezed together to enjoy the delights of dinner in preparation for whatever other delightful adventures awaited us once our stomachs had been filled.

I wanted to know more about Marilyn, so I asked her how long she had been painting. “Pretty well all my life, I guess. I used to love messing around with finger painting as a young girl, but really only started drawing seriously when I was in high school. Then at college I studied fine art and began to think of making it a career. But after I graduated I got married almost immediately, became pregnant with Jacqueline and sort of slacked off for a while. Being a mom and a home-maker came first, and it wasn’t until she started kindergarten that I began to get back to my art while she was at school. I’d always liked painting portraits, and it soon became pretty obvious that I had a perfect subject in my daughter,” she smiled, looking over at Jacqueline who took a sitting-down bow, spreading her arms wide as Emily giggled from across the table.

“So was she always naked right from the start?” my outspoken daughter wanted to know.

Marilyn laughed. “No, dear. First I concentrated on getting her face to look realistic, so most of my early drawings of her were just head and shoulders. One day after school, though, she went to her room to change into her favorite shorts and top but couldn’t find them. They were still in the wash and she came out of her room in her undies with a frown on her face looking for them. She looked so cute standing there with her hands on her hips, almost looking daggers at me when I explained where they were. I told her not to move – I wanted to capture the moment on canvas. So that was the first time I’d done a full body piece of her, frown and all. It’s still a favorite in my portfolio.

“When my husband came home from work and saw it he remarked that it was cute, and then teased me that I was branching out into child porn. Later in the evening when Jacqueline was on her way to bed she jumped on his lap for her customary good-night kiss and to my astonishment he pulled up her nightie, turned her around so she was facing me, and spread her legs open revealing her cute panties and dared me to use that as the next pose. Jacqueline, you just giggled and said, ‘yeah, Mommy, draw me like this next time.’ Remember?”

“Yeah, I’ll never forget the look on your face when he did that. I thought you were gonna yell at him at first, but then you just laughed and shooed me off to bed.”

“So, did you? Did you do one of her like that?” Emily piped in.

“I came home from school next day and instead of getting changed like I usually did, I came out in my panties and sat on the stool mom used to pose me and spread my legs, all ready for her. In my innocence I wanted her to draw one for my dad like he’d asked for,” Jacqueline recalled.

“So, did she?” my daughter pressed on eagerly.

“I didn’t really have much choice,” Marilyn laughed. “She’d taken her father so seriously that I didn’t want to disappoint her, even though I’d thought he had been joking, so I did a charcoal of her in those cute pussycat panties of hers. After I was finished she darted over right away to look at it and said it looked like her pussycat was smiling. ‘She’s a happy pussy ’cause daddy’s gonna like it mommy,’ she said, and I laughed to myself at the double meaning of her innocent remark.

“And she was right, he did love it. Even asked me to frame it. It was quite a provocative pose for a six year old so I framed it myself. No way I was going to take it out to be done,” she smiled. “And we hung it on the wall in our bedroom. And that was really the first of what turned out to be my little girl’s career as an erotic model.”

“Do you just model for your mommy?” Emily wanted to know.

“Usually, yes; and for her classes, of course. But once in a while I pose for other artists. Like Maggie, for instance,” she added, looking over at Karen’s sister, smiling.

“Oooo, can we see some of the paintings you’ve done of her sometime, Maggie?” my curious daughter asked in her hard to refuse, pleading tone. “Puleese,” she added. “Are they really sexy too?” she asked as an afterthought.

“They are artistic, dear, and if you think that’s sexy then I suppose you may have a point,” Maggie replied, smiling slyly. “And yes, I suppose you can see them next time you come to my house. I don’t keep them at the gallery, but maybe someday we’ll hang them — that is, as long as Jacqueline and her mom agree.”

Turning to Marilyn, Emily suggested she should have a special showing of paintings and drawings of Jacqueline because “she is sooo beautiful, don’t you think?”

“You just want to see her naked again,” Marilyn teased.

To which Emily responded quickly, “Well, we’re all going to be naked together in the hot tub soon anyway, so yeah. And when do you want to draw me and Pam for your new series?” she added.

“Slow down, Emily,” I told my daughter. “One thing at a time, sweetie. I know you want your pussies to be on display for the whole world to see, but Marilyn hasn’t even confirmed she will use the two of you yet, so stop trying to pressure her. She has her own working schedule to consider. And as for all of us squeezing into the hot tub together, I’m not even sure there will be enough room.”

“We can sit real close,” giggled Pam. “It could be fun,” she added with a smirk, jabbing her sister with her elbow. “Right, Becky? I know what’s on your mind, big sister,” she added, glancing coyly over at Jacqueline.

And so it was. All those soft naked female bodies crowded together in the hot tub that afternoon was another first for our household as our circle of friends grew to include yet another sensual family who were soon participating in one of the wildest orgies I could have ever imagined.

Just for the record, Emily did more than just see Jacqueline naked again. Her tireless tongue sampled the delightful taste of the treasure between her teenage thighs, as Becky waited her turn, while Marilyn probed Pamela’s more than puffy pussy, giving her the much needed personal touch necessary to enable her to capture the fullness of its beauty on canvass when the time came.

Who am I kidding? Nobody was thinking about art that afternoon. We were all just plain horny – and we didn’t even need the jets.

Six months have now passed since that incredible day. Some of what happened during those six months is now on display at The Gallery Of Friends. However, as you might imagine, invitations are mandatory for admission.

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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 18

  • Posted on September 14, 2016 at 5:55 pm

By Jeneee

“Mommy, Mommy, it’s here, it’s here!” yelled my daughter as she barged into the kitchen side door after visiting our mailbox at the end of the driveway, the screen door banging loudly behind her. In her hand she waved a large, pink envelope and, with a big grin on her face, proclaimed, “It’s gotta be the invitation. See? It’s from the gallery,” and she thrust the envelope into my hand. “Open it, quick, open it, it must be the invitation!” she urged breathlessly, jumping up and down in her excitement.

She just can’t wait to see her pussy on public display, I thought to myself with a smile.

What a daughter I have. It was the moment she had been waiting for, well, that we’d all been waiting for, actually. Several weeks ago both Emily and Pam, along with Becky, had spent a fun afternoon at Marilyn’s home studio, posing their pussies to be included in the artist’s latest series – From Kitty To Cunt – which featured paintings and drawings of the female sex organ as it matured from the puffy pudenda of infancy to the mature vulva of adulthood.

All in the name of art, of course; but dear reader, knowing my daughter as well as you do by now, it doesn’t take much imagination on your part to visualize the afternoon progressing from a posing session to a full-blown erotic encounter, particularly following the all-out orgy that erupted during the hot tub party at our place following our initial meeting with the artist and her daughter, Jacqueline, after we’d first visited the gallery. And you’d be correct.

We’d all arrived at the artist’s studio in great anticipation that day, both Emily and Pamela freshly showered and full of excitement at the thought of finally being added to her new series of paintings. Becky, on the other hand, had tried to be nonchalant about the whole thing, treating it as just another day, but inwardly she, too, was looking forward to — as Emily had precociously expressed many times – adding her cunt to the collection, particularly since Jacqueline’s would be part of it, too. Over the past six months she and the artist’s daughter had become close friends, lovers now in fact, and it would be so cool, she thought, for both of their pussies to appear side by side when the showing opened.

Marilyn had posed Pamela first, who took great pleasure in pulling apart her more than adequate labia, exposing the bright pink interior of her pussy as well as her prominent clit so that Marilyn could see everything clearly. In doing so the little girl had naturally lubricated quite liberally, a condition which the artist had captured perfectly on canvass making for a very delicious depiction of her arousal.

Emily, true to form, couldn’t resist kneeling between Pam’s spread thighs after Marilyn declared the painting finished, and with the artist and the rest of us watching breathlessly, had licked her girlfriend to an enormous climax which Marilyn had quickly sketched, capturing both Emily’s tongue between Pam’s engorged lips and the orgasmic, delightful expression on Pam’s face as she exploded in ecstasy.

By the time Emily was ready to pose she, too, was, as you might well imagine, soaking wet, her labia swollen, which Marilyn was also able to capture expertly in her pastel, following which Pam returned the favour, bringing my daughter off to a screeching climax, also rendered perfectly on canvas by the artist.

Waiting for her turn, Becky, panties down to her ankles as Jacqueline stood beside her priming her exquisite pussy, couldn’t help but orgasm as they both watched Pam and Emily. She was therefore quite ready for the image of her now inflamed cunt to be preserved forever by her girlfriend’s mother.

Following that, the afternoon became filled with the sounds of erotic pleasure as all of us had become aroused by the goings on and now joined in the fun, relaxing in languid luxury afterward until someone, I forget who, whispered “Pizza, anyone?” which produced a raucous round of giggles from our young charges.

Now, taking the envelope from Emily’s outstretched hand, I glanced at the return address – The Gallery Of Friends – and knew she was probably correct. There would be no other reason for Maggie and Karen’s gallery to be writing to us. Tearing open the envelope I withdrew the shiny sheet inside and read out loud to my excited daughter, “You and your family are invited to attend a special private showing of a new series of works by artist Marilyn Ellington at our gallery on Friday evening, October 24th, at 7 p.m. Dress is casual and refreshments will be served. Please RSVP.”

“I wonder if any of the pussy-licking paintings she did that day will be included in the showing?” my daughter asked, a big, sly grin on her pretty face.

“Don’t count on it, you voyeuristic little slut,” I replied, ruffling her hair. “Those are private pictures, for our eyes only,” I added. “The show is risqué enough as it is. That’s why it’s by personal invitation only. And you’ll notice there is no mention of the title of the show in the invitation, either — just in case it falls into the wrong hands,” I added.

“I can’t wait to tell Sharon,” said Emily, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall. “She should be home soon. Mommy?” she continued after a slight pause, throwing her arms around my waist and looking up into my eyes, a serious expression on her face.

“What, honey?” I asked.

“Why didn’t you and Sharon model your pussies for the series, too? Then we’d all be there, like one big family of cunts,” she giggled.

“Silly girl,” I replied. “Marilyn already had enough adult pussies in the collection. She didn’t need any more.”

“Yeah, but yours is so pretty, Mommy,” she smiled up at me, sliding one of her hands down from my waist and slipping it between my cheeks from behind, moving her slim fingers softly over my pussy as she hugged me tightly with her other arm. “I love you, Mommy,” she whispered into my breasts as I felt myself rapidly reacting to her touch. “I love you for letting Pam and Becky come to live with us when they had nowhere else to go, and for everything you and Sharon did to help them. None of this would have happened if you’d refused to help, and who knows what would have become of them. You and Sharon have to be the bestest mommies in the whole, wide world.” She looked up at me adoringly, and I was surprised to see tears forming in her eyes.

I hugged her back fiercely, feeling my own eyes starting to tear up in response. “And I love you too, sweetheart. You are the bestest daughter a mother could ever want, you know that, don’t you? Sharon and I are so proud of you for the way you behave, for your honesty about the way you feel and for the uninhibited way you express your feelings – just like you are doing now, sweetie.”

I bent down as her hand slowly slipped away from between my thighs, and kissed her gently on her soft, warm lips, closing my eyes, and relishing the love that only a mother and daughter can understand. Our tongues soon intermingled and the gentle kiss soon became more and more urgent as we slowly made our way, lips still locked, to the nearby couch which had seen many a hot encounter, this one characterized by deep feelings of earnest love as our arousal grew and grew. Faces flushed, we threw caution to the wind and proceeded to devour each other with a passion I think neither of us knew we had within us.

After it was over and we relaxed together on the couch in each other’s arms, somewhat disheveled, I thought to myself as I looked at my sweet Emily, still flushed with excitement, My daughter, my lover. And I found myself suddenly thinking of my husband and, strange as it may seem, thanking him for what he did to us, realizing that if it hadn’t been for him, I never would have learned the real joy it was for a mother to experience the fullness of love that was possible with her daughter. And with Sharon, too, I thought with a smile as I heard the front door unlock.

“She’s home,” screeched Emily, as she jumped up and quickly looked around for the invitation, finding it still on the floor where we had dropped it.

My girlfriend walked into the room and suddenly stopped, taking in our disheveled state. “Well, what’s been going on here?” she asked, a slight smile spreading across her face as Emily ran up to her, still naked, waving the invitation in her face.

“Oh, Mommy and me were celebrating,” she explained, breathlessly, “’cause the invitation came. It came, Sharon, look!”

“I see,” Sharon replied, looking askance at me. “And it looks like it wasn’t alone,” she commented with a smirk on her face.

“Huh?” Emily managed, a puzzled look on her face.

“I mean,” added Sharon, grasping Emily by the shoulders, “it looks like it wasn’t the only thing that came.”

“Oh,” said Emily, grinning, suddenly realizing Sharon’s meaning. “Well, we were celebrating, like I said,” she giggled. “We got the invitation to the new showing at the gallery, see?”

Sharon took the sheet that Emily was waving in front of her face, read it quickly, and with a smile said, “Well, now you don’t have to wait much longer, honey — to see yourself displayed in public, I mean.”

“Well, not really in public,” I commented. “It’s a private showing,” I added. “But as you can see, our little girl is excited about it,” I winked at my girlfriend. Sharon came over to me, giving me her customary hello kiss, cupping my still wet pussy in her hand.

“And I see she’s not the only one who’s excited,” she murmured, teasingly.

I returned her kiss and whispered, “We were having a mommy-daughter moment; well, more than a moment,” I giggled.

Sharon hugged me tightly. “Ain’t love wonderful?” she commented.

“What’s for dinner?” my daughter suddenly chimed in. “I’m hungry.”

Sharon turned to look at her. “Yeah, sex does give you an appetite, doesn’t it?” And we all burst into laughter. “I think I’d better get undressed. I’m feeling out of place here,” she added with a smile.

Emily threw her arms around my girlfriend. “You’ll never be out of place here, Sharon. You’re my other mommy,” she added, her eyes shining. “Pasta, anyone?”

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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 19

  • Posted on September 14, 2016 at 5:55 pm

By Jeneee

That evening Emily chatted on the phone with Pam for at least half an hour. Sharon and I overheard bits and pieces of the conversation – which was punctuated by occasional giggles and shrieks – as we sat on the couch with our after-dinner coffee, but we didn’t really pay much attention. We knew Emily would fill us in if anything interesting had happened lately. They were more than likely discussing the upcoming showing of their ‘femininity’ at the art gallery, both dying to see themselves hanging on the wall along with all the other models Marilyn had painted in the new series.

On another note, we were also thrilled that Becky had finally found herself a girlfriend, and even more delighted knowing that it was Jacqueline, Marilyn’s gorgeous eighteen year old daughter. We suspected there was a past history there with her family that we hadn’t yet learned about, and we were really curious about what had happened with her father, who apparently wasn’t a part of her life any more – at least, as far as we knew.

I suspected that Becky probably knew more about it now, and wondered if the situation was similar to that which had transpired between Becky and her own father. Both Sharon and I agreed that eventually the story would come out, all in good time, so we weren’t about to pry.

After she hung up the phone, Emily came running back into the room and joined us on the couch, snuggling up between us, wearing only her panties as usual. This had quickly become the traditional mode of dress around our household in the past year, Sharon and myself included, at Emily’s insistence. Our boobs were always on display and my daughter loved grabbing her own nipples — which now had developed the puffy bloom typical of a budding young girl – and pulling them out for us to demonstrate how she was growing.

“Well?” we both asked in unison after she’d kissed each of us on the lips. I added, “What’s new with your girlfriend? It sounded like you were a little excited in there.”

“Probably having phone sex,” teased Sharon.

“Were not,” replied Emily, sticking her tongue out at her. “We were trying to decide what to wear for the showing at the gallery. And Pam said her mom told her that everyone’s been invited, everyone who posed, I mean. Even their families – moms and dads and brothers and sisters, so it’s gonna be crowded if everyone comes,” she giggled. “We’ll all be famous and in demand, Becky told Pam.”

“In demand?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows. “In demand for what?”

“Well, you know, like as models for anyone who wants us. I think that’s what she meant, anyway.”

“What, from just seeing your pussies?” Sharon teased. “More like being in demand for an up close, personal look if you ask me,” she added with a smirk on her face.

Emily laughed. “Yeah, that’s what Pammy said too. She said we should wear just short skirts and no panties to the gallery so if anyone asks we can show them our cunts and prove it was us in the paintings,” she giggled. “What do you think, Mommy? Should we?”

My exhibitionist little girl, I thought to myself. “And you’d probably do it too, wouldn’t you?” I asked. She nodded, a big grin on her face. “What if it was a father or a brother who asked? Would you show yourself off to a man, you little slut?” I demanded. Here was new territory to explore and Sharon and I looked at each other as we waited in anticipation for her answer.

“I asked Pammy that too,” she giggled in response, “and guess what she said.” We waited in silence, expectantly.

When neither of us said anything she finally blurted out, “Well, she said she would do it, show off her cunt, I mean. Just to see what kind of reaction she’d get. She wanted to see if they’d get a bulge in their pants from seeing her pussy for real. That’s when I screamed in there and you probably wondered what was going on,” she laughed, looking back and forth from one of us to the other for some kind of reaction.

Sharon told her that we thought she’d come or something when we heard her. Out came the tongue again, as my girlfriend smirked back at her.

“Nooo,” she replied, somewhat indignantly. “Becky finally told Pam everything about her daddy and how he played with her at home and then at their club when Pammy was sleeping, and that his cock – that’s what she called it, anyway – got real big and hard when he saw her playing with her pussy the first time he caught her that night in her bedroom. And then it got even harder when she held it like he asked her to do – part of her education he told her. So she wants to see if that happens to all guys. She wants to see a real, live cock for herself, she told me.

“That’s when I told her Marilyn’s mommy should do another series of paintings showing cocks as they grow bigger from babies to men. And we started giggling imagining what could happen in the studio and if boy’s and men’s cocks would get all hard like her daddy’s did when they were posing for a woman artist.”

“We wondered what all the screeching was about,” I said, realizing that it was probably about time that we filled Emily in on the male side of the sexual equation – I remember my own mother calling it that when such things were explained to me. Because of our out and out female relationships over the past couple of years, this aspect of my daughter’s sexual education had been somewhat lacking. Or completely neglected, really, I had to admit to myself.

It was now apparent to me that Becky – finally choosing now to clue her younger sister in on what had actually happened between her and her father — had revealed another aspect in Emily’s life that needed to be dealt with. Now that my little girl was approaching eleven years of age, and continuing to develop quite rapidly, the time had come to make sure she understood all about guys and the way most of them think about girls.

Telling us about her conversation with Pam seemed possibly to be her way of asking us for more information, I surmised. I already knew how she felt about her own father and what he did to us – she was really hurt at the time. But that’s in the past for her now, as it was for me. She now needs to be prepared for boys at school coming on to her, and how to deal with them, especially if she discovers she actually liked one.

I suddenly realized I may have to learn how to deal with that, too. After all, even though we know she quickly discovered her fondness for girls when Pam entered our lives, that doesn’t necessarily mean she is a lesbian, nor Pam either for that matter. They could both turn out to be bisexual like I was – and I say ‘was’ because it’s been so long since I have been with a man, my ex-husband being the last, that I can’t see myself ever wanting to go in that direction ever again. Sharon and I were deeply in love and right now I felt that it would last forever. My little girl, however, was still too young to know which way her sexuality would eventually develop, given the opportunity to fully explore her feelings, and I just wanted to make sure she would be prepared for any eventuality.

“So, do you think she’d do that kinda series?” Emily asked us.

“Don’t know sweetie, but she seems more into painting the female form. I guess you can always ask Jacqueline for her opinion when you see her at the gallery,” Sharon suggested.

“And I suppose you’d love to see paintings like that?” I teased my daughter. And for the first time I can remember, she actually blushed. My precocious little Emily blushed as if she had been caught red handed. There was definitely another dimension developing within her – a curiosity about the male sex organ.

“Is that a blush I see on your pretty face?” asked Sharon, who also noticed the effect my question had had on Emily. She spluttered, and turned even redder, covering her face with her hands while shaking her head from side to side.

“So Pam told you she wants to see a real live cock, is that right? Does that mean you do too?” I pressed, stroking her hair. “There’s nothing wrong with that, sweetie,” I told her. “It’s normal for a girl your age to be curious.” She uncovered her eyes and looked at me, then over at Sharon, a smile now beginning to develop on her face.

“Then you don’t think we’re weird, me and Pammy?” she asked, sounding a bit relieved.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” Sharon assured her. “After all, half the people in the world have cocks, so it’s not like it’s a rare thing, you know.”

Emily looked at her as if she was trying to decide whether Sharon was teasing her again, but concluded she wasn’t. “Pammy said Becky told her it hurt the first time her daddy put his cock inside her, but then she said she started to get really wet, and then it didn’t hurt as much. And she even got to like it after a while. She even almost told Pam about it after they started playing with each other but decided not to, thinking it might scare her. It was only after her mommy found out about it from Pammy’s aunt that she began to realize it had been bad for him to do that, and then she said she felt ashamed that it had felt good after a while. She was really mixed up, Pam said. She didn’t understand why her mommy got mad at her instead of at her daddy. Did it hurt you the first time too, Mommy? What about you, Sharon?”

Well, here we go, I thought to myself, catching Sharon’s eye. And the next half an hour saw Emily’s introduction to the world of heterosexual relationships, in technicolor – as Emily commented when she later told Pam about her mommy-daughter talk, or in this case her mommy-mommy-daughter talk – nothing held back, no questions left unanswered. I even learned a bit more about my girlfriend in the process – about her first time with a boy, which turned out to be her last. She realized she was a lesbian in her early teens.

And after our little talk with Emily was all over? Wait for it…

“Mommy, would you fuck me with that dildo you and Sharon use? So I can see what it feels like? Puleease?” The shocked looks on our faces brought a fit of giggles from my daughter. We had no idea she knew about our favorite double-header which we kept hidden in my underwear draw in our bedroom.

“You little sneak,” I scolded her. “You’ve been nosing around in my dresser. That’s not very nice, you know.”

“I was just looking for one of your thongs, just to try it on for Pammy to see, and we kinda came across it, that’s all,” she explained, a guilty look on her fac. “You were in the shower so we snuck into your room, but then you turned off the water so we had to leave in a hurry before we could get a real good look at it. She knew all about it though ’cause Becky has one,” she giggled. “So, will you? Fuck me with it?” And her hand slipped inside her panties to rub herself. “All this talk about cocks has made me horny,” she added.

Sharon winked at me. “I’ll go get it,” she told us, getting up from the couch. And I knew what she was thinking. One good look at the size of our plaything would probably discourage Emily, and give her second thoughts.

My daughter hugged me, cupping one of my breasts and bouncing it a little in her hand. “Is it really gonna hurt, Mommy?” she asked, and I wondered how long it would take her to change her mind once she saw the size of the dildo.

I slid my hand alongside hers inside her panties and wiggled a finger into her wet pussy. “Your little cunt is probably too small, sweetie, so I don’t think it will fit inside you; and yes, it would probably hurt even just to try,” I replied. “Let’s take these off,” I said, tugging at the waist of her panties and starting to pull them down. She stood up so that I could slide them down her long, slim legs, and then I kissed her pretty mound which had recently started to sprout a few fuzzy pubes.

“Yours too, Mommy,” she smiled, and I let her do the same to me, leaving us both naked as Sharon returned, twirling the double dildo around in the air with a big grin on her face.

“Here it is,” she announced, “and I also brought some of this,” she added, showing us the bottle of lubricant in her other hand. “Down on the floor, you little tramp,” she commanded Emily. “You’re about to be fucked,” she added. “With this big cock,” she emphasized, bringing it close to my daughter’s face so she could get a good look at it. “Still want to go ahead, slut?” she questioned, imagining that her dominant strategy would soon change my daughter’s mind. But Emily just nodded.

She knelt down between Emily’s outstretched legs and rubbed the head of the dildo against her wet pussy, spreading her lips so she could feel the bulk of the weapon against her soft flesh. I was watching my daughter’s face and she didn’t even flinch. I took the bottle of lubricant from Sharon’s hand and squeezed some of its contents into my palm and, grabbing the dildo from my girlfriend, I dipped one of the heads into the creamy mixture, lubricating it well, and as they both watched, slid it inside my own pussy and waggled it obscenely over Emily’s face. She giggled.

I watched Sharon shrug and bend down closer to our little girl’s pussy, spreading it wider and lapping at it with her tongue. Emily’s eyes closed as she wrapped her legs around my girlfriend’s neck and humped up toward her.

I knelt down beside Emily’s face and with one hand slid the other end of the dildo over her lips. Feeling it on her face she opened her eyes once more and, wrapping a hand around the shaft, she slid her tongue sensuously over the large head and then opened her mouth wide so she could spread her lips around it. With her mouth now full she moaned as Sharon continued to lick her pussy, feeling the little bud harden as my daughter’s arousal grew.

“Ready to get fucked, sweetie?” I whispered.

With her mouth still full she grunted, nodding her head as best she could. I plopped the head of the dildo from her mouth and crawled on my knees down to where Sharon was still feasting on our little girl’s sopping cunt. Lifting her head away, my girlfriend spread Emily’s creamy pussy wide, opening up the dark pink interior at which we both now stared, doubting this would go much further.

Once again I poured a generous amount of lubricant into my palm, rubbing it over the end of the dildo that would soon be introduced to Emily for the first time. Now it was Sharon’s turn to move over to the young girl’s face where she bent down and kissed her firmly on her lips.

“Get ready, slut. You’re about to be fucked, just like you wanted,” she whispered as she pulled back from the kiss, watching as I pushed the head of the dildo between my daughter’s lips.

No way, I thought to myself. There’s no way this will fit. But as that thought passed through my mind Emily thrust up hard against the tip, as if urging it inside.

Sharon shifted so that her pussy was over Emily’s face. “Eat my cunt while you’re being fucked, you little slut.” And as she settled down on my daughter’s mouth, Emily reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling Sharon tightly against her.

I pushed a little harder, watching in amazement as Emily’s pussy started to yield to the pressure being applied to it. Her lips spread wider, puffing up obscenely as the head started to work its way inside her. As she moaned into Sharon’s pussy she raised her hips up even higher, encouraging the dildo to probe deeper. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as I wrapped my hands around the shaft and urged it, as gently as I could, further and further into her. My own pussy was soaking wet, the other end of the dildo as deep as it could possible go inside me.

Emily was now squealing into Sharon’s cunt like a wild little animal. I pulled out of her a little, seeing the white flecks of Emily’s arousal on the shaft of the dildo, then urged it back it, a little deeper this time. Between two and three inches were now inside her, but that was the limit. I now concentrated on slowly withdrawing and re-entering her, over and over again as I listened to the audible clues Emily was giving me as she was fucked for the first time in her life.

This wasn’t hurting her – she loved it! I rubbed my thumb and finger over the swollen bud of her clit as I kept up the rhythm of my thrusting, meeting the demands of her hips as she kept pace. Sharon had been watching for a while but now had her eyes closed as Emily’s tongue kept up a furious pace as both of them began to build toward a climax.

And then it happened. Emily pushed Sharon off of her and screeched as her orgasm overtook her. Her eyes flew open wildly, then closed tightly once more, her mouth opening wide as she tried to catch her breath. Sharon, who had come moments before, slid her hands down on either side of Emily’s face and held her gently, kissing her forehead as the little girl writhed and whimpered, waves of pleasure pulsing through her body.

I started to withdraw from her as slowly as I could, trying to be careful not to hurt her in the process. But she wasn’t hurting. The insides of her vagina were gleaming as it slowly started to close once the creamy dildo was removed. Her labia were red and swollen but soaked, as I leaned down to kiss them, my tongue lapping contentedly at the musky taste of a freshly fucked pussy. I withdrew the other end of the dildo from my own pussy and handed it to Emily.

“Here, sweetie. Taste yourself. Taste the cock that just fucked you,” I smiled. And she did. Together we watched her suck the end that had been inside her, then the other head which had probed deeply inside me.

“Mmm, we taste good, don’t we Mommy?” she giggled, stretching. “So that’s what it feels like to be fucked.” And she slid her hand down to her swollen pussy. “I think I might be a little sore tomorrow,” she added, contentedly.

And the three of us then slowly climbed the stairs to bed, to sleep off another first in our lives. As we all crawled into bed together, Emily quickly falling asleep between us, Sharon commented that I was the only one who hadn’t come.

I smiled over at her. “Emily came for both of us tonight, hon. That is all I needed. I guess she showed us a thing or two, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sharon agreed. “And somehow I don’t think it’s the last time she’ll do that.”

And as usual, she would prove to be correct.

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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 20

  • Posted on September 14, 2016 at 5:55 pm

By Jeneee

The morning of Friday, October 24, finally arrived. Emily was up earlier than usual, as if the act of getting up early would help the day go by faster. Sharon and I were awakened by the sound of the toilet flushing, followed immediately by the squeak our shower often made the first time it was turned on in the morning, followed next by the screech of Emily being hit by cold water as she tried frantically to adjust the temperature to her liking.

I rolled over and slid an arm over Sharon, mumbling something in her ear about having meant to get a plumber in to fix the shower, or to get a new head at least. It had been on my mind now for weeks, but I’d just never gotten around to it. “What’s she doing up so early?” my girlfriend asked, squinting at the clock on the bedside table.

“Today’s the big day, remember?” I responded with a yawn. “The gallery showing. She just can’t wait. I can hear her now at breakfast – ‘Mommy, what should I wear? What are you gonna wear?’ – honestly, you’d think she was up for an Oscar or something.”

Sharon giggled. “Her big moment. She’ll probably want to sign autographs.”

“Don’t you dare put that thought into her head,” I ordered my girlfriend as I crawled from the bed, pulling down the blanket to expose my naked lover. “We might as well rise and shine too, since we’re awake.”

Sharon groaned and slowly got to her feet, reaching for the hairbrush on the dressing table. “Well I’ve arisen, and now I’ll try to put some shine back into my tangled hair. God, it’s a mess. You been tying knots in it while I sleep?” she grumbled.

“Don’t blame me if your hair has a mind of its own,” I replied, walking over behind her and sliding my arms around her waist, planting a kiss on her neck. “Besides, I like the unruly look in the morning – it’s so sexy.” And my hands rose to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples into long, hard points. “And so are these,” I teased as she leaned back into my body.

“Don’t start something we can’t finish,” she scolded, halfheartedly. “I know how you just love making me late for work.”

“Who, me?” I giggled. “I just love making you, period.” I swatted her butt, and then forced myself to turn away to head for the bathroom to hurry up Emily, who just loved to linger in the shower. She was probably fingering herself to her morning orgasm if I knew her, using up most of the hot water in the process.

I pulled back the shower curtain and quickly shut off the water – catching her in the act, just as I suspected.

“Mommy!” she shrieked, her hand still cupping her mound. “That’s not fair. I was almost ready to cum.”

“Too bad, you horny little tramp,” I giggled, throwing her a towel as I sat down on the toilet to pee. “We need some hot water too, you know. Now hurry up and dry yourself off and get dressed while I shower.” Out came her saucy tongue as she wrapped the towel around herself.

Half an hour later found us all sitting around the breakfast table, the fragrant smell of coffee permeating the air as Sharon and I drank our morning fix, finally feeling wide awake and ready to tackle what promised to be an eventful day in all our lives.

Emily gulped down the rest of her orange juice and stood up to leave. Turning toward me and Sharon she said, “By the way, Pammy is coming home with me after school so we can both get ready together for the evening.”

“Decided what to wear yet?” Sharon asked, teasingly. “Panties or no panties?” she added.

Emily turned her back to us and quickly flipped up the back of her plaited school skirt, revealing her glorious bare bum. “What do you think?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at us with a smirk on her face.

“Emily,” I scolded. “You go put on some panties right away. You’re not going to school like that, you little slut.”

“Yeah,” added Sharon. “Showing off your pussy for art is one thing. But school is another.”

“Ohh, who’s this guy, Art?” Emily asked with a big grin on her face. “Don’t you think he’d like my pussy?” And she quickly ran from the kitchen before one of us could reach her to deliver the crisp swat across her bare cheeks that she expected was on its way.

“Sensible panties; and don’t forget to keep a sanitary napkin in your backpack,” I yelled at her as she ran up the stairs. After all, she was eleven years old now and her period could start at anytime, I kept reminding her. She’d groan each time I brought it up, a little excited in one way, but also understandably a little anxious about what to expect when the moment finally arrived.

*****

After school that day, Emily and Pam arrived home together and with a quick ‘Hi Mom’ ran up to their room to get changed for the evening. Because Pammy still stayed with us on weekends, she had quite a variety of outfits from which to choose. The girls were still upstairs, running back and forth from bedroom to bathroom, when Sharon arrived home from work. She plunked herself down on one of the kitchen chairs, letting out a big sigh of relief at being home and looking forward to the weekend.

“Hard day at the office, dear?” I teased, moving to stand behind her to massage her shoulders. She worked as an assistant in a legal partnership so there were often days when she barely had time to stop for a coffee, let alone get a proper lunch break.

“Mmmm, that feels good, hon. Don’t stop,” she murmured softly, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. I continued my ministrations as she filled me in on one of the cases the office was handling at the moment. It involved determining the custody of seven year old twin girls, part of a separation agreement the partnership was trying to draw up for the girls’ mother – always a contentious issue in such cases, but apparently even more so in this one since the father was being relocated out of the country by his employer. Sharon had met the mother, and the twins, and had immediately felt empathy toward them, making her job a little more difficult as she tried to remain objective.

After a few minutes I could feel her beginning to relax, so I poured each of us a glass of our favorite merlot, barely having time to take the first sip when the thundering of little feet – well, not so little anymore – pounded down the staircase and our two stars for the evening burst into the kitchen twirling around in front of us, arms in the air, big grins on their faces.

“How do we look, Mommy? Do we look like stars?” smiled my precocious daughter, accompanied by a ‘ta da’ from Pam.

Sharon and I looked at them with a combination of wonderment and disbelief. What a transformation! Both girls had taken their long, flowing hair which normally reached down to the middle of their backs and had bundled it up over their heads, fastening it with several little combs highlighted with multicolored ribbons, leaving their cute ears exposed and adorned with dainty, dangling earrings – which I recognized came from my jewelry collection, of course. Not only that, each of them had made up their eyes with mascara and eyeliner, applied a little blush to their cheeks and layered glossy, pink lipstick on their luscious lips. I couldn’t believe how good a job they had done with each other. If it weren’t for their still undeveloped bodies, they could have easily passed for fifteen year olds.

“Wow,” Sharon finally exclaimed. “Where did you learn to do that?” And she walked over to the girls for a closer look while I took another gulp from my wineglass, still speechless.

“Becky taught me,” Pam replied with a grin, and we’ve experimented on each other a few times ’til we finally got it right. “You like?” she added. Sharon put her hands on Pam’s shoulders and peered closer, then did the same to Emily, who could barely refrain from giggling, as usual.

“Not bad. Not bad at all. Just needs a little touching up here and there,” Sharon added, pointing to a couple of places on Pam’s face. “Want me to help?” she asked.

“Yeah, please,” replied Pam, excitedly. “We want to look perfect tonight.”

“Well, Mommy?” my daughter chimed in. “What do you think?”

I couldn’t help smiling as I took in the sight of our little girls. And yes, I had to admit, they both looked absolutely gorgeous. Each had chosen their outfits well, Pam wearing a bright green top that brought out the color of her eyes and a short, hip hugging black skirt, while Emily had opted for one of her favorite pink blouses, the two top buttons left unfastened – not that there was much cleavage to show – and a short, white, flared skirt which revealed her long, slim coltish legs to perfection.

I walked up to her, raised the hem of her skirt and smirked. Just as I had suspected, she was naked underneath, her beautiful pussy ready to be bared whenever the situation demanded, and I was certain Pam’s was the same. Both girls held low heeled, toeless shoes in their hands, ready to adorn their pretty feet to complete their picture perfect appearance.

“Beautiful, sweetie. You both look so beautiful. My little girl is growing up,” I added, with an almost sad frown on my face. “Just make sure you behave like young ladies tonight. Now, both of you go back upstairs with Sharon and let her touch you up a little while I get a snack together for us before we leave. There will be plenty of refreshments there tonight so we’ll skip dinner.”

Shortly before seven that evening, we all arrived at the Gallery Of Friends. The sign on the door read ‘Private Showing, by Invitation Only’ and I quickly retrieved our invitation from my purse to show at the door. Not that we really needed one since we were well known to Judy, the gallery’s assistant, who was stationed behind a desk just inside the entrance, in front of a privacy screen which had been erected to prevent anyone uninvited from peering into the gallery.

“Well, don’t we look gorgeous tonight,” she remarked with a smile as she gave Emily and Pam a once over.

Both girls gave a little curtsy and grinned. “Thank you, Judy,” they responded in unison, and then we all slipped past the screen into the brightly lit gallery. The first thing we saw was a welcome sign which had been erected on a tripod. It featured a photograph of Marilyn with the words:

‘Welcome to a private showing of works by featured artist Marilyn Ellington, well known for her erotic portraits of females, depicting the maturing of the female sex organ from birth to womanhood. This series, From Kitty To Cunt, was envisioned by the artist over a year ago and has been created with the generous participation of models ranging in age from a few months to their early forties. Refreshments are available in the classroom at the rear of the gallery. The artist herself will be in attendance tonight, as will many of the models who posed for this series. We sincerely hope you enjoy the evening.’

Emily grabbed Pam’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go!” she said, barely able to contain her excitement, yet remembering what I’d told them about acting like young ladies. Sharon and I looked at each other, smiled, and followed them in. The evening had begun.

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