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Remembering Mom

  • Posted on October 30, 2017 at 6:36 am

By Karyn O

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2010 }

When my daughter turned 13 last week, it brought back a lot of memories of what happened when I was 13. Even though that was twenty years ago, I remember what I saw and felt as if it had just happened.

One Friday night, I went to bed early with a headache. I woke up around 11:00 because I needed to use the bathroom, and what I saw changed me forever.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom and saw my mother and my aunt, my mom’s sister, on the couch in the living room. My dad and uncle often went out drinking on Friday night and usually my aunt would come over to our house.

I couldn’t believe it. My mom and my aunt were kissing each other. I probably should have gone back to my room, but something about them making out made me want to watch. My mom moved her hand to my aunt’s chest and started feeling her breasts.

I started to get that feeling in my pussy that I got when I thought about some of the boys in my class while rubbing myself. I had heard about girls fooling around together but never really thought about it much, but now I was wondering what it would be like to be kissed by a girl — and not only that, but what would it be like to have Mom kissing me. I know my Aunt Lydia seemed to be enjoying it.

Mom opened the buttons on Lydia’s shirt and soon I could see her bare boobs since she wasn’t wearing a bra. I watched as Mom started kissing her boobs and then licking and sucking on her nipples. I saw Lydia reach down and pull down her shorts and panties and then take them off. Mom moved her hand between Lydia’s legs and started to feel her pussy.

At this point, I put my hand inside my pajamas and I have to admit I was thinking what it would be like if that was my mother’s hand touching me. Mom was alternating between sticking her finger in Lydia’s pussy and rubbing her clit. After doing that a while, Mom started getting up and I almost ran back to my room thinking she might see me, but she got down on the floor and knelt between my aunt’s legs.

I could only see the back of Mom’s head, but I knew what she was doing. For the first time ever, I was seeing a pussy being licked — and it was my mom and my aunt! Soon Lydia started lifting her hips, then moaned loudly a few times and I could tell she came.

Mom then got up and took off her clothes and sat on the couch. I had seen my mother naked many times, but this was the first time I ever looked at her and had sexual thoughts. She was leaning back with her legs spread and touching her pussy.

I stopped rubbing myself because I really had to pee, but I didn’t want to stop watching. Besides, they would probably hear me going into the bathroom and I didn’t want that.

Lydia then got on the floor and started licking Mom’s pussy. My urge to pee was really strong but I stood there until I saw my mom coming. After she was finished, I quietly walked over to the bathroom and went. Without even thinking, I flushed the toilet when I was finished, and of course they heard that. When I came out of the bathroom, my mother yelled ‘Hi’ to me. When I looked out into the living room, my mom and aunt were both dressed and sitting a few feet apart on the couch.

After saying goodnight, I went back to my room and thought about what I had seen. Soon I pulled down my pj’s and was thinking about my mom licking me while I rubbed myself. I knew I shouldn’t have been thinking that, but I was really wondering if she would ever do something with me. I thought about the incest aspect of it, but since she was already having sex with her sister, I decided that must not bother her. I came that night fantasizing about my mom playing with me.

The next weekend I had a volleyball tournament a few hours away from home, so Mom and I were staying in a motel on Friday and Saturday night. We usually shared a king-size bed on trips like that, and all week long I couldn’t help but think about sleeping beside my mom. We had done that many times before, but this time was different.

Like other times, we changed in front of each other when getting ready for bed. I tried not to be obvious, but I kept sneaking peeks as Mom took off all of her clothes and put her nightshirt on. I changed into my usual pj’s and we got into bed. When Mom kissed me goodnight, I immediately thought about her kissing Aunt Lydia.

I tried to fall asleep, but between replaying the images of the previous Friday night in my mind and lying next to my mother, I couldn’t. Mom seemed to be sleeping, so I slipped my hand inside my pajama bottoms. At first I was just touching a little, but the more I thought about my mom and Lydia the more I rubbed. I was just starting to get into a good rhythm when I felt Mom roll onto her back. I lay still, hoping I wouldn’t wake her, and then I heard my mom say, “You don’t have to stop.”

Even though she’d said that, I lay there like I was asleep. Mom then told me it was okay, that what I was doing was perfectly normal. I was still really excited, since I was close to coming before, but was a little scared to do it next to my mom.

She reached over to me and touched my arm. She then moved her hand down my arm and hit my pj’s since my hand was still inside them. Just having her touch me like that got to me, but when she put her hand on top of mine, I thought I would come right there. She pressed her hand into mine which was on my pussy and I eventually started rubbing myself.

Mom kept her hand on my arm while I was rubbing, and then I felt her move her legs. I can’t even describe how exciting it was lying there beside my mother knowing she was masturbating just like I was. Soon I heard Mom starting to breathe heavily, and when she left out a moan I started coming too.

After we were both done, Mom said goodnight and turned over to fall asleep. I lay there thinking about how exciting it was masturbating beside my mom and wondering if it would happen again.

I didn’t have to wonder too long about that. The next night we got undressed and got into bed. Mom gave me a kiss and said goodnight, but unlike other times she remained lying on her back. About a minute or so later, I felt her move her legs and one of them touched mine.

Mom then asked if I was going to join her. I said I didn’t know, and she said I could if I wanted to. Of course I wanted to, and so I put my hand inside my pj’s and started feeling myself. I was rubbing my pussy when I felt Mom’s hand touch my hip. She gave my pj bottoms a little tug and said I would probably be more comfortable with them off.

I usually masturbated with my pj’s on since there was plenty of room, but being caught up in the feeling, I stopped rubbing for a second and took them off. After I lay back down, I started rubbing myself thinking about my mom and I lying beside each other, rubbing ourselves with only our tops on.

Mom then told me this was how she and Lydia started. I just lay there without saying anything, and then Mom asked if I had told anybody about what I’d seen. I told her no, and she said it should be our secret, just like what we were doing now. I agreed, and then we went back to masturbating.

Our bare legs were rubbing against each other which added to my excitement, but when I felt my mother’s hand touch my leg, I jerked and almost screamed. She must have sensed my surprise, because she asked if I wanted her to rub my leg, and of course I said yes.

Between me rubbing my clit and Mom rubbing my thigh, I was very close to coming. What pushed me over the edge was when Mom moved her hand to my inner thigh and I knew her fingers were only inches from my pussy.

After I came, I lay there while Mom started rubbing herself again. She’d been doing it for about a minute or so when she asked if I could rub her leg. I turned on my side and used my left hand to massage her thigh. After only a few moments, Mom put her free hand on mine and pushed it to her inner thigh, near her crotch.

I was kneading her there and I could tell Mom was getting pretty close when she reached down and moved my hand again. I couldn’t believe it — she put my hand right on her pussy. I could actually feel her wetness. I just kept my hand there, but then Mom said I should move my fingers. I didn’t put a finger in her hole but I was touching around it when she came.

We never talked about what happened that night or the night before, and nothing else happened for the next few weeks, although I sure thought about it a lot. Everything just seemed normal between Mom and me, except maybe we were even closer.

A month later, I had another out of town tourney and we were sleeping in the same bed as usual. We were getting changed, and as I was putting on my pj bottoms, Mom said I didn’t have to put them on if I didn’t want to. I knew then that what I had been thinking about was going to happen again.

We got into bed wearing just our tops and both lay on our backs. After a minute or so, Mom turned on her side and then she put her hand on my hip. She started feeling my stomach and my leg and I just lay still. She asked me if it felt good, and when I told her it did, she asked if she should keep going. I said yes, if she wanted to.

She kept rubbing my stomach and thigh, getting closer to my pussy each time. When she finally touched it, I thought I was going to come, and then she began to rub my clit. I was just starting to come when she leaned over and started kissing my neck. I moaned so loudly when I came that the people in the next room might have heard me.

When I was done, my mother lay on her back and started rubbing herself. After I calmed down, she asked if I would rub her leg like last time, so I turned over and started massaging her inner thigh, but Mom took my hand and put it on her pussy like before.

While she was rubbing her clit, I felt around her hole. She whispered that I should put a finger in, and almost as soon as I did she had her orgasm.

I remember that the next day I could hardly concentrate on the games because I was thinking about what Mom and I had done the night before and what we might do that night. I was hoping she would touch me again like she had, and maybe even do more.

We got into the room about 8:00, and Mom said we should probably just change for bed and watch TV. Like the night before, I didn’t bother with the bottoms and just wore my pj top. There was nothing good on TV, so Mom said we should might as well just get to sleep, and she turned off the TV.

I was hoping she really didn’t mean sleep, and when I felt her turn on her side to face me, I knew she didn’t. Mom put her hand on my stomach again and started rubbing. I was expecting her to move down to my pussy, but instead she put her hand up under my top. My boobs were small then, but my nipples were very sensitive and became hard almost as soon as she touched them.

While she was feeling my breasts, Mom leaned over and started kissing my neck like the previous night, only this time she went right up my neck to my lips. I had tongue-kissed a boy at a party one time, but it felt nothing like when my mother put her tongue in my mouth. Her kisses were so soft and exciting.

While we were kissing, Mom opened the buttons on my pj top. Soon she put her hand down between my legs and started rubbing me. She went back to kissing my neck and then went down my chest. I was lying there in heaven, my mom was kissing and sucking my boobs while she played with my pussy.

I could feel my orgasm approaching, but then Mom stopped rubbing me. When I told her not to stop, she didn’t say anything but started kissing down my stomach, going lower. The anticipation of what she was about to do to me was overwhelming, and it seemed like it took forever, but when her mouth touched my pussy it was worth the wait.

She didn’t have to lick me long, and soon I was coming from her tongue. After I was done, Mom took off her sleep shirt and lay back down beside me. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted to with to her what she had done with me.

I started kissing her mouth and playing with her boobs. I then reached my hand down to her pussy as I slid down to suck on her nipples. They were much larger than mine and felt like big pencil erasers in my mouth.

I was nervous about taking the next step, and I think Mom may have sensed that. She said I didn’t have to do anything else if I didn’t want to, but I told her I did. I kissed my way down until my mouth was on my mother’s pussy.

At first I just kissed and licked a little, but then Mom told me what I should do. I took her clit between my lips and started licking it real fast. She put her hands on the back of my head and soon she was coming.

Over the next year or so, I got pretty good at licking Mom. Just about every time we had to go out of town, we ended up fooling around. Once in a while when Dad was away, my mom and I would sleep together in her bed. She always initiated our activity, usually by saying she needed some relaxation time.

My mother and I regularly had relaxation time whenever we could, but sadly we lost Mom in a car accident when I was 16. I think about her often and am thankful for the things she taught me about life and also about love. Hopefully I will be able to pass at least some of that along to my own daughter.

The End

 

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Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 9

  • Posted on October 28, 2017 at 6:31 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Several days passed, and Tanya was getting horny for Becky once again. She had not been able to get with her best friend, Marcia Daniels, either, so that made her doubly horny for some sex. As she lay in bed that night, gently stroking her pussy, she realized she would still want to do something with Becky, even if Marcia had licked her to orgasms every day since she and her little sister had first engaged in sex together. There was just something about Becky’s bald, little pussy that turned her on.

Becky’s friend Kelli was out of town, and Tanya wanted desperately to hook up with the fourteen-year-old who had introduced Becky to girl-girl sex. Even then, she wanted more than sex with Kelli. She wanted a threesome that included Becky. As it had been doing since their fun the other day, her sister’s hairless pussy seemed to call to her, especially as Tanya lay there that night toying with her pussy and loving how her juices coated her fingers as her masturbation session grew more focused.

She froze as she heard the toilet flush. Tanya knew her mother had used the toilet just an hour ago when she’d finished brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed. Her mom was one of those people who usually fell asleep quickly, so Tanya knew that Becky was the one who had just used the bathroom.

Sure enough, Tanya heard her sister’s bedroom door across the hall click as it closed. Becky was awake. Tanya wondered if she might be interested in some fun.

Rising from her bed naked, she moved to the door and opened it slowly, peeking into the hall to make sure her mom hadn’t awakened. When she saw the coast was clear, she tiptoed across the hall and tapped lightly on Becky’s door. She heard no reply, but she knew Becky was awake, so she opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her.

Becky’s bedside lamp came on, and Tanya saw Becky blinking at her. The younger girl was surprised that her sister had entered her bedroom naked, and Tanya could tell that she suspected where this might lead, since a grin was already spreading on her pretty face.

“What are you doing?” Becky said, as if she didn’t already know.

“I came to see you,” Tanya said, her own grin stating what was obvious to them both.

Becky giggled. “Naked?”

“Sure. I like being naked.”

“What if Mom catches you naked in my room in the middle of the night?”

“If you don’t make a lot of noise, she won’t. She sleeps like the dead. You know that.”  Tanya stood there, looking around her sister’s bedroom at the movie posters and stuffed animals. For the first time, it occurred to Tanya that all the posters were of women, all of them in outfits that accentuated their bodies. Most of the women were braless, their nipples pushing against the fabric of their tops. Tanya found herself wondering if Becky was a full lesbian but hadn’t figured that out yet. Tanya had known for years she was bi, but perhaps her little sister would never like boys at all. Either way was fine with Tanya as long as Becky would always be interested in sex with her. She could imagine themselves as grown and still getting together.

She looked back at Becky, whose eyes traveled down Tanya’s body and back up to her older sister’s devilish grin. “So why are you naked?” Becky asked.

“I think you know why.”

“Should I get naked too?”

“If you want me to get you off, then of course. But that’s up to you.”

Becky hurried out of her pj’s and panties. Tanya loved her little sister’s eagerness.

Climbing into bed with Becky, Tanya asked, “You been touching yourself any lately?”

“Some.”

“Have you made yourself come yet?”

Becky giggled and nodded.

“When?”

“The night after we — well, you know.”

“Yes, I do,” Tanya said. She leaned forward, draping her right leg over Becky’s left and pushing her wet slit against the soft skin of Becky’s thigh. She felt Becky adjust herself and press her own bald pubes against Tanya’s thigh. The two girls began to squirm against each other, seeking the right pressures to make their pussies feel just right. The sisters embraced and kissed, allowing their tongues to coil and dance with each other. Tanya was surprised at how quickly Becky had learned how to kiss. She was only nine, after all.

Tanya reached down to Becky’s pussy, rubbing the child’s slit and coaxing what moisture she could from her immature vagina. After playing with Becky’s mound for a few minutes, Tanya began to kiss her way down her sister’s body, tonguing her nipples and tickling Becky’s navel with her tongue.

Becky giggled loudly at the contact. “Shh!” Tanya said. “Mom’s a hard sleeper, but we don’t want to take any chances.” The teenager continued her journey to Becky’s slit and began to lick the nine-year-old’s clit. Becky began to whimper with lust despite Tanya’s warning to keep as quiet as possible. Her sister’s mouth on her pussy just felt too good, and remaining silent was too difficult.

In the next room, Callie Wheeler, Tanya and Becky’s mother, had read a romance novel until getting sleepy and had turned off her bedside lamp about ten minutes ago. She was nearly asleep when she’d heard a sound that brought her awake again. She sat up. Was that Becky giggling? Why would she be up at this time, and what was she doing that would cause her to giggle? Was she giggling in her sleep perhaps?

Callie thought about this and smiled. If Becky was having a funny dream, she wanted to see her younger daughter laughing in her sleep. She might even try to film it with her phone. It might be fun to share with relatives on Facebook.

Getting up, Callie moved to her bedroom door. Then silently opening it, she tiptoed down the hall toward Becky’s door.

When she noticed that Tanya’s door was open, she wondered where her older daughter was. The bathroom was open and the light off, so she wasn’t there. Was she sleeping with her door open? That seemed odd since she knew both her girls, like most everyone else, always slept with closed bedroom doors.

She peeked into Tanya’s room and could see from the moonlight streaming through the window that her bed was empty. Now puzzled, she turned her attention to Becky’s room. In the dark hallway, she could detect a small amount of dim light coming from beneath the closed door.

Then what Callie heard made her freeze. At first she was confused, wondering what the sound meant. Then what she was hearing became clear. One of her daughters — it sounded like Becky — was . . . moaning? Curious, she pressed an ear to the door and listened.

“Ooh, yes, right there,” Becky moaned.

What? Callie looked at the door as if it were a puzzle she needed to figure out. What was happening in there? She pressed her ear to the door again, straining to hear anything that would help her deny what she suspected.

She heard Tanya shush her sister before saying softly, “You need to control yourself. You haven’t even come yet, and I’m afraid you might scream or something when you do.” If the room hadn’t been small and the door so thin, she wouldn’t have heard what amounted to a confession of what, exactly, her daughters were doing in there.

The moaning began again, but softer now. She wondered if the girls were masturbating. Or were they doing more? She was certain Tanya wasn’t a virgin. She’d found birth control pills in Tanya’s purse one day a few months ago when she was searching for the car keys she had lent her for a night out with her friend Marcia Daniels. Callie had accepted this with a sad smile caused by the realization her older daughter was growing up.

Now, though, she realized that Tanya’s maturity had led her to teach her little sister about things she shouldn’t. It wasn’t that Callie didn’t want Becky to learn about sex and masturbation; she wasn’t a prude. But she felt nine was a bit too young to learn about it, especially from her older sister. If they were masturbating together, that was just a short step away from incest.

Wanting to be sure what exactly was going on despite her fears, she slowly turned the doorknob. The door swung open silently, just far enough so she could see into the room, which was lit by Becky’s bedside lamp.

Moving one eye to the slit in the door, she nearly gasped aloud at what she saw but managed to hold in the sound at the last second.

Tanya was on her knees, her butt and labia staring back at Callie. She was leaning over Becky’s prostrate body, which appeared to be nude — Callie couldn’t tell since Tanya’s body blocked her view. But based on what was obviously happening, Becky would have to be naked — Tanya appeared to be licking her sister’s vulva.

Becky’s eyes were tightly shut. Otherwise, she would have seen the slightly open door and her mother taking in the lewd scene. As Callie watched, Becky reached down, grasped her legs behind her knees and pulled them up, opening her slit more for her sister to enjoy.

Barely breathing, Callie closed the door without a sound and stood there for a moment. Her heart was a jackhammer in her chest. What should she do about this? Her daughters were engaged in an incestuous relationship! While she had enjoyed a little bit of incest in her own life, she was shocked her own daughters were having sex together, doing far more than she ever had at that age. And they weren’t even that close in age! At sixteen, Tanya was a full seven years older than her sister. In fact, she would turn seventeen a month before Becky turned ten.

Tears formed in her eyes. Was Tanya a pedophile?

Hurrying as quietly as she could back to her own room, she lay in her bed to think about what she’d witnessed. She tried to ignore the occasional sounds drifting from Becky’s room next to her own, but that was proving impossible. Needless to say, she was aware when Becky reached her climax and later detected the sound of Tanya doing the same.

Lying in the dark and totally unable to sleep, she tossed and turned until morning, all the while wondering what in the world she would do. She was too embarrassed to talk to them about this, both from what the girls were doing and the fact she had watched them for several seconds. The worst part was the tingling in her own pussy from having seen her daughters together like that. She managed to ignore these feelings as if they hadn’t occurred, chalking them up to her lack of a sex life of her own.

When her alarm went off, she went to shower. As she walked down the hall to the bathroom, she saw that both bedroom doors were closed now, as if nothing had gone on the night before. As Callie prepared for work, the sudden thought occurred to her that her daughters would be alone together all day today, not to mention every weekday until school started again. They would have countless opportunities to repeat last night’s activity. She’d lain awake all night wondering how long this had been going on. Now, she wondered how she would ever get it to stop. Certainly she would not be able to accomplish that without confronting them, but the idea of doing that sent her into a state of near panic.

She realized the only person she could talk to about this was her older sister, Melanie. The girls were still sleeping when she left — no wonder — and as soon as she got in her car and started it up, she pulled out her cell, knowing she would have to call before she talked herself out of it. Too upset to drive, she remained parked in the driveway while the call connected.

When Melanie answered, Callie said, “Mel, I have a problem.” She tried to keep the tears out of her voice.

“What is it, hon?” Her sister’s tone rang with concern.

“Oh, God! I . . . um . . . I caught the girls together last night.”

“Together?” Melanie wondered if she meant what she suspected she did.

“Yes. Together. In bed. Having sex.”

“But Becky’s only nine.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” Callie shrieked, nearly in hysterics.

“Calm down, hon,” Melanie said, trying to soothe her sister. “This isn’t as bad as it looks.”

“What?! How can you say that?! My daughters are having sex with each other! Full! Oral! Sex!”

“Okay, I’ll admit the fact Tanya is sixteen and Becky is nine is a bit disturbing, but, hon, a lot of kids are involved in some kind of incestuous relationship. It’s not as if–”

“These are my children!” Callie said, interrupting her sister.

Melanie hesitated to bring up what she felt she must. They hadn’t talked about it in years. “Cal, you, um, do remember what we did, don’t you?”

Callie took a breath and reminded herself that their own relationship when they were kids was the reason she knew she could talk to Melanie about this. “Of course I do, but you’re only fourteen months older than I am, and we didn’t do anything until we were in high school.”

“That’s right, and that’s why I mentioned Tanya’s and Becky’s ages in the first place. But don’t get all upset because it’s incest. We did it.”

“We never licked each other. All we did was hump each other and masturbate together.”

“We sucked each other’s boobs and licked each other’s fingers after masturbating,” Melanie said.

“I know. It was your joke about ‘finger lickin’ good’ that made me stop doing it with you. I was afraid where it would lead.”

Melanie thought about that. “Yes, I know. It was always a regret of mine that we never tried that.”

“Mel!”

“Well, it’s true. You were the prudish one. I wanted to try everything.”

“Can we get back to the current problem?”

“We are talking about the current problem,” Melanie said. “The biggest problem, from what I can tell, is that you’re overreacting.”

“How am I overreacting?”

“Can either of them get pregnant from doing this?”

“Of course not,” Callie said, already regretting calling Melanie.

“Then be thankful Becky isn’t older and that one of them isn’t a boy. You remember the panic I was in when I thought James got me pregnant. Mom and Dad would have killed us both, not to mention the chances for birth defects from a brother and sister making a baby together.”

“Yes, I remember,” said Callie.

“It was the one time I thought your prudishness was a good thing. All you’d ever do was jerk him off.”

“I’m not a prude! Stop saying that.” Callie thought of their older brother, who was now an evangelical preacher who ironically preached against immoral sex more than anything else. The last time she’d seen him, he’d pinched her on the ass. Some things never change.

“You’re certainly more of a prude than I am. At least your brother didn’t take your virginity.”

“True. For me it was a jerk I was stupid enough to marry.”

“And smart enough to divorce. But still, you’re the one who cleaned up your act.”

Callie wondered how the hell they had gotten onto the subject of their own past sex lives, yet she felt powerless to stop it. For some reason, she felt compelled to discuss it, as if talking about their own past would help her deal with her daughters’ incestuous relationship. Perhaps that was why her mind had wandered to James.

Melanie snatched Callie’s attention back to their conversation when she said, “Of course, cleaning up your act kept you from experiencing what it was like to sixty-nine with another girl, but everything has a price, I suppose.”

“Well, that’s not exactly true,” Callie said.

Silence from Melanie greeted that confession. Then Melanie said, “Oh, my God, Cal. Really? When? Who?”

“In college. My roommate.”

“The one you named Tanya after?” Callie had named her daughter Tanya Marie, the middle name after her college roommate.

“Yes.”

Melanie thought back. Callie had seemed very close to Marie. They had visited each other’s families on breaks and everything. Melanie had thought Callie had left all the lesbian sex behind, but she’d been wrong. Callie and Marie had been like . . . lovers. The realization floored her.

“Holy shit! Were you in love with her?” Melanie asked.

“Yes.” It was a simple declaration, but totally unexpected by Melanie.

“Oh . . . wow.”

“Yeah, wow. I think that might be one thing that’s bothering me. I know Tanya likes boys; I’ve found the birth control pills prescribed to her, and she doesn’t need them to regulate her periods. But I’m afraid Becky might become a lesbian.”

“Callie, girls don’t become a lesbian. They either are or they aren’t. It’s not a choice. You know that.”

“Sorry. Poor choice of words,” Callie said and considered whether or not to say what was on her mind, deciding she might as well go ahead and do it. “I can tell you that being one isn’t a fun life. You’re constantly afraid others will find out. You’re afraid it could even cost your job if someone found out. And it makes it even more difficult to find a partner for even a small dinner date.”

Melanie felt as if she might faint. Her sister was confessing to being a lesbian. The weird part was she had never even suspected it until the realization that Callie had loved Marie.

“Oh, honey. I didn’t–”

“I know. I’ve kept it from everyone.”

“Wow again. I mean, was I wrong about you, or what?!”

Mel, how do I handle this with Tanya and Becky?” Callie asked, getting back to the problem.

“Simple, really. You talk to them. In fact, I’d like to be there to help you talk to them about it. Someone has to be there to keep you from making the situation worse if you get all angry or too upset about this. I am right that you tend to overreact.”

“When should I talk to them?”

“Can you take a sick day? I’m off today.”

Callie thought about it and in the end decided putting any discussion off would just make the discussion harder in the long run. “Yes. I’ll call in right now. Can you be at my place in an hour?”

“Sure, hon. See you then.”

********

When Becky woke up, she stepped into Tanya’s room without a stitch of clothing on, hoping they could have more fun now that their mother had left for work. She crawled into bed with her big sister and snuggled up to her naked form. Reaching out, she began playing with Tanya’s boob, tweaking the nipple and watching it grow stiff.

Tanya stirred, stretched, and grinned at Becky. “You’re insatiable,” Tanya said.

“What’s insatiable mean?”

“It means you can’t get enough.”

Becky giggled. “I guess you’re right then. I’m insatiable.”

“Well,” Tanya said, stretching again. “Let’s get up and have some breakfast first. I’m up for some corn flakes. How about you?”

Becky agreed and the sisters left the room naked and entered the kitchen, freezing in shock when they saw their mother and aunt there, sitting at the kitchen table.

Despite nudity being commonplace in their home, eating breakfast nude was not. Besides, there was a certain amount of guilt over why they were nude this time. Covering herself as well as she could with her hands and arms, Tanya said, “Mom! We thought you were at work!”

“I was on my way there but I called Melanie first. We all have to talk.”

“What about?” asked Becky, her own hands covering her crotch since she had no boobs to worry about hiding.

Callie looked at Melanie for support. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Melanie said, “Go on. Tell her.”

“Last night,” Callie said.

Becky looked confused, but Tanya suspected immediately what was meant. Still, she asked what was probably a stupid question. “What about last night?”

“I heard the two of you. I wasn’t asleep yet,” Callie said. “I saw you . . . licking your sister’s . . . .” She didn’t have to finish her sentence.

Both girls turned crimson and Becky started to cry.

“There’s no need to cry,” Melanie said. “We’re more understanding than you’d think.”

Still crying, Becky said, “Huh?”

Melanie looked first at Becky, then at Tanya. “Your mother and I did the same thing when we were teenagers.”

The two women had discussed how they would go about talking to the two girls before they woke up. The two had slept in until nearly 9:30, so there’d been plenty of time for them to plan their approach.

Tanya’s jaw dropped. “Are you–? Really?!”

Callie nodded before looking at the floor in shame.

“We were in high school. I was a sophomore, and your mom was a freshman,” Melanie said.

“Do you still–?” Tanya began, unable to complete the question. She had been thinking just last night about continuing this relationship with Becky when they were grown.

“No,” Melanie said. “Your mother became . . . uncomfortable with what we did together, which, from what your mom said, wasn’t as much as the two of you do.”

The girls grew even redder, if that was possible.

“Are we grounded forever?” Becky asked.

“No, sweetheart,” Callie said. “In fact–” She stopped, looked at Melanie with a look that asked if they were sure about this, and continued. “In fact, we’ve decided to let the two of you do what you want with each other.”

Both girls’ jaws dropped this time.

“Do you mean–?” Tanya began.

“Yes,” Melanie said. “The two of you can have sex with each other as often as you like provided nobody is being forced or coerced, and that you keep it inside this house.”

Tanya and Becky stared at each other in disbelief. They were allowed to have sex? Whenever they wanted? It was nearly too good to be true.

“There is one more condition your mother and I decided just before you came out here in your birthday suits,” Melanie added.

“What?” the girls asked in unison.

“We want to watch you.”

“Watch us?” Tanya asked.

“Well, your mom got an eyeful last night already, but she was too shocked to enjoy the beauty of it. Like I said, we had a similar relationship when we were in high school. Only today, we realized we never should have stopped making love with each other. It was a beautiful thing to love each other like that.”

“And we want the four of us to . . . well . . . share those moments with each other,” Callie said.

“You mean you two are going to do it with each other as well?” Becky asked.

“Yes,” Melanie said. “Is that okay with the two of you?”

The girls looked at each other and shrugged. “Sure,” they said.

“How about breakfast first before we get to the main course?” Melanie asked.

Their aunt smiled at the girls and stood, beginning to undress. She had secretly longed to have sex with Tanya at least. Now, she would indulge her most secret desire: sex with a girl as young as Becky. Of course, that had not been part of the discussion yet, but she knew it would eventually lead there, if not today, then certainly one day soon.

Within a few minutes, both women were as naked as the girls. After Tanya and Becky had some cereal, Melanie led the way to Tanya’s room.

Callie indicated the girls should get on the bed and begin. Then she and Melanie sat on the bottom corners of the bed to watch.

Callie hoped she was doing the right thing.

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Dancing on the Edge, Chapter 1

  • Posted on October 26, 2017 at 7:49 am

By Jos Mous

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

Sam’s fingers were flying over the large, bulky keyboard that lay on the desk in front of her. The computer she was working on was old, considered prehistoric by people who had never even seen the 8-bit age. She was well aware of the fact that many of her colleagues found her old-fashioned. Some would consider this to be rather odd since she, at the age of 34, wasn’t considered to be “old”. Or at least, not in the field she was working in. Samantha McPherson was a politician and a member of Parliament. Early on in her Journalism study, Sam had discovered that she found politics to be a lot more fun, so she had switched studies and had never looked back even once.

She was now working on a speech she planned to recite tomorrow, explaining exactly and in detail just why she thought the head of the Ministry of Defence was a complete idiot who wouldn’t be able to find his own butt with the help of an atlas and three GPS satellites. The trick, of course, was saying this without actually becoming insulting. She already had a rough draft, outlining her points and now she was trying to edit out the insulting parts. It was proving to be quite difficult for her.

That was why the sudden ringing of the front doorbell came as quite a relief for her. Sam quickly saved the document, shut off the computer, walked out of her small work room, down the stairs to the front door. When she opened it, she froze with shocked surprise.

The person standing at the other end of the doorframe was a teenage girl with black hair and brown eyes. She wore a black shirt under her black leather jacket, along with a black pair of jeans and a pair of black boots from an army surplus store. She also wore black eyeshadow, black lipstick and every single fingernail had been carefully painted black as well. She had a small rucksack flung over her shoulder and attempted to give off a vibe of casual indifference. Sam, however, could easily spot that the girl was simply very tired and had recently seen a little too much ugliness in the world.

“Hey, Sam,” said Mackenzie. “Can I come in?”

Sam opened the door wider and stepped out of the way, indicating that the girl could come in. Mac walked past her into the living room, dumped the rucksack on the floor and flopped onto the blue couch. Sam, after having quickly closed the front door, joined her in the living room and sat down next to her.

“I… haven’t seen you in a while,” said Sam, not really knowing what to say and thinking that this was a pretty good opening.

Mac smiled a rather thin smile. “Nice to see you too.”

“Could you tell me why you suddenly show up in front of my house all alone?”

Mac sighed. “I need a place to crash, really. I figured you might take me in.”

Sam nodded. “You must be pretty desperate to come all the way to Europe just for a place to crash.”

“Dad kicked me out of the house and that shithead Brooke calls a husband wouldn’t take me in either. So, I begged Mom for some money to fly here, hoping that… well…”

“I see,” said Sam. “Can I ask you why Mike kicked you out?”

“It’s a free country. Or so I’ve heard, anyway.”

“Why did Mike kick you out of the house?” Sam asked patiently.

“I’d rather not say.”

“Was it drugs?”

“No.”

“Theft?”

“No?”

“Did you kill someone?”

“God, Sam, what do you think I am?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Listen, I’m not a criminal, okay? The only thing I’m guilty of is aiding some people in performing statutory rape, got it?”

I see, thought Sam. “Are you pregnant?”

“Look, it’s been a long flight and I’m tired. Can I crash here or do you want me out on the streets again?”

And now I’m sure. “Of course you can stay here,” said Sam.

“Thanks,” said Mac gruffly. She stood up and picked up her rucksack from the floor. “Anywhere I can put my things?”

“I have a guest bedroom upstairs. Just up the stairs then immediately on the left. There’s a bed there too, if you’re really tired.”

“Thanks. See you at dinner then, I guess.” Mac headed for the door that led from the living room to the small hallway and hesitated for a moment. She turned around. “Look, Sam, I know I’m really not the best of company right now. It’s just that I’m still going through some stuff I’d rather not be going through, so…”

“Hey, you just told me about Mike kicking you out. I don’t understand what you’re going through, but I think I can be quite understanding if you decide to start acting like a bitch.”

Mac smiled, a little more genuine this time. “Thanks.”

“Just don’t overdo it, hmm? After all, with all the experience I get in my profession I am more than able to out-bitch you any day of the week.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Later.”

*****

Sam carefully cut a small bit of her pork chop and ate it. She watched Mac as she slowly chewed on the piece of meat. Even though dinner tonight consisted of meat, potatoes and beans, which were not Mac’s favourite choices of food, to say the least, the girl was eating everything and didn’t seem to be thinking about stopping any time soon.

That, of course, didn’t have to mean anything. Mac had just had a very long flight, not to mention a rather long ride, behind her and it was only natural that she was hungry. But still…

“Mac?” asked Sam.

“Hmm?”

“How are things at home? I mean, before…”

Mac shrugged. “Lots of yelling. Probably one of those weddings that only keep on existing because it’s in the best interests of the child.” Mac said those last words with such cynicism that it made Sam shiver.

“I see,” said Sam. “And did they yell at you too?”

Mac chuckled. “Didn’t get the chance. I made sure I was never home.”

Sam nodded. “And how’s Brooke?”

“Oh, she’s just peachy,” said Mac sarcastically. “After all, she’s got a pretty good job as a nurse in the hospital and she doesn’t even have to stay there very often because her so-called husband is usually too wasted to be really able to hurt her.”

Sam sighed. “I see,” she said again.

“It’s not your fault,” Mac said. “Mom and Dad would probably fight even if you hadn’t left and I’m betting Brooke would’ve still taken such a crappy excuse for a human being as her husband.”

“Still…”

“Look, everything was still fine when you decided to move all the way over here. You couldn’t have known things would end up like this.”

“I wasn’t even at Brooke’s wedding.”

“Well that makes two of us then,” said Mac. “At least you’ve got the excuse of being on a different continent at the time.”

“Really?” asked Sam. “What was your excuse?”

“Didn’t have one,” said Mac. “Just wasn’t there when the parentals had to leave.”

“So where were you?”

“At a friend’s place.”

“What kind of friend?”

“Hey, I was 12. What kind of friend do you think?”

Sam sighed. “The way you just said it…” she let the sentence hang unfinished. “How did you do at school?”

“Pretty good, I guess,” said Mac.

“You were going to school, weren’t you?”

“Course I was. Any excuse to get out of the house.”

“That’s something at least,” said Sam. “How long are you planning on staying here?”

Mac looked down at her plate, futilely poking her potatoes with a fork. “I was sort of hoping on indefinitely.”

“In that case, I’ll have to see to it that you go to school.”

“Do you have to?” Mac asked.

“Mackenzie, you’re 17. That still makes you underage and I know that here compulsory education ends at 16, but if you want to stay here you’re going to school, understand?”

“Yes, Mom,” said Mac.

“And don’t call me Mom.”

“Big Sis, then?”

“Just stick with Sam.”

“Fine.”

And that seemed to be the end of the conversation. Sam quietly finished eating, then turned down Mac’s offer to help with the washing up. She had some thinking to do. She had lost touch with the rest of the family a few years ago. The only contact she had with them were postcards on birthdays and Christmas.

And now, as it turned out, her family was totally and utterly fucked up.

So here she was, with her sister half her age who probably had more problems than the average therapist could and who had done something (which could possibly be getting pregnant) that had caused her expulsion from the rest of the family.

And all Sam could do was hope that there were enough pieces left to glue the girl back together again.

*****

Sam’s car pulled up in the small driveway next to her house. Inside the car was Sam, who turned off the engine, unbuckled her seatbelt and then sat back in the driver’s chair, staring out the windshield towards the white garage door.

Today had been a long day.

A really long day.

Being a member of one of the opposition parties all she could really do was argue a lot with members of the ruling parties and trying to sway a few of them to the point of view of her party. Today had been particularly trying. The ruling coalition was planning to take a few million euros away from the Ministry of Education and Sports and invest it in Defence. Needless to say, the entire opposition was vehemently against, save for the three representatives of the extreme-right party. In the end, the measure had not been passed, but it had required a lot of arguing, debating and even a little bit of name-calling.

What Sam really wanted right now was to order some Chinese food and take a really long hot bath. Not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, she still had to deal with Mac. Or, to be more precise, all the paperwork that came with having Mac in the house. If Mac was really planning on staying indefinitely, she would have to be reported to Immigration at least. And since Mac was underage, she might also have to be forced to become Mac’s legal guardian lest she be sent back to the States.

Then there was the matter of school. Sure, saying that Mac had to go to school was easy, it was the actual finding of a high school for foreigners that would pose a bit of a problem. And when she had found one that wasn’t too far away there could still be problems in actually getting Mac accepted over there.

And then there was still the matter of just why Mac had to leave home in the first place. Which was quite possibly even worse than all the bureaucratic paperwork she’d have to deal with. At least she had some experience with paperwork.

Sam sighed and got out of the car. She unlocked the front door, opened it and sighed again. She quickly closed the door, hung up her coat and marched into the living room where she turned the volume of the radio down somewhat.

“Hey, I was listening to that,” Mac protested. The girl was lying on a couch, and had been looking at the ceiling, but was now glaring at Sam.

“Look, I know all about wanting to hear loud music. Just… not now, okay?”

“Rough day or something?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to order a pizza or anything?”

“And how are you planning to do that?”

“You know, by phone, just dial up and… Oh.”

“Exactly,” said Sam. “Listen, I’m… I’m going to take bath now and then we’ll see about dinner, all right?”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Oh, before you go…”

“What?”

“I need new clothes.” Mac stood up from the couch to show that she was still wearing the same clothes she was wearing yesterday. “I didn’t exactly have time to pack, if you know what I mean.”

Sam smiled thinly. “Don’t worry. We’ll go shopping tomorrow.”

“Great. Thanks,” said Mac, before flopping down on the couch again.

“Don’t mention it. Anything else I can help you with?”

“Nah,” said Mac, ignoring the hint of sarcasm in Sam’s voice.

“Thank you.”

Sam left the room and headed up the stairs. She was halfway to the top when she heard that the volume downstairs had increased considerably once again.

*****

They had ordered Chinese food. They had ordered only one portion, of course, since one portion is more than enough to feed three people. And since there were just two of them, there was bound to be leftovers. During dinner Sam and Mac talked about nothing in particular. Small, short sentences asking things that didn’t matter, saying things that weren’t important. Then, nearing the end of the dinner, Sam decided to ask what had been on her mind the most.

“Mac?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you have to leave home?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“I think you’ll have to.”

“Look, it’s over. It doesn’t matter.”

“What’s over?”

“You’re not going to let this rest, are you?”

“Not until I get an answer.”

Mac stared at her plate for a while.

“Fine then. You know what a town bicycle is?”

“Yes,” Sam answered calmly.

“I was it,” said Mac.

“Why?”

“Just because, okay? I wanted something, because I didn’t have anything.”

“Were things that bad?”

“Worse, probably. Anyway, I go through life thinking that contraception is something that happens to other people. So… well… guess.”

“AIDS?”

“Thank God, no.”

“So I was right yesterday. You’re pregnant.”

“I got pregnant, yeah. Dad wanted me to keep the baby.”

“Pardon?”

“Dad, you know, Mike, thought that I should drop out of school to give birth to the baby and take care of it all on my own. He thought it would teach me a lesson on responsibility and shit. Frankly, I think he just wanted to torment me with that.”

“So what did you do?”

Mac snorted. “Got an abortion, obviously. Anyway, I was so stupid to tell Mom about it, who then told Dad, who then freaked and put me out on the street with only the clothes I’m wearing. That’s the short version anyway.”

“Are you serious?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?”

“How was it?”

“Ah, the usual. Lots of shouting and yelling and calling each other names and just a lot of fighting, basically.”

“The abortion, I meant.”

Mac was silent for a moment, then shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

“I think it does.”

“Look, it was just a clump of cells, okay? It had no mind, no life, no soul. It was an it, nothing more and I’m glad I’m rid of it.”

“That’s pretty cold.”

“It’s a cold world. Deal with it. Can I be excused?”

Without waiting for an answer, Mac got up from the table and left. Not long after, Sam could hear the loud thump of footsteps walking up the stairs, then the slamming of a door. Mac didn’t have a key or anything, so Sam could easily go to Mac’s room and continue to talk to her.

She didn’t. She didn’t know what to say or do if she got up there. So instead she cleared the table and went to do the dishes.

Had she gone up, she would have seen Mac crying her eyes out.

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Amber II, Chapter 6

  • Posted on October 24, 2017 at 8:14 am

By Tater Tot

Getting Deanna out of the tub and dried off took a little work, since she was sort of in a coma, but I finally got her into bed again. I giggled a little, remembering her talking about me being a sex bandit.

I found Mrs. C in her bedroom, sitting on the bed and waiting. She had such a vulnerable look about her that I understood what Deanna meant about wanting her mom to have time to herself. I walked over and stood above her for a moment, watching as she stared at my pussy.

Reaching out, I stroked her cheek and tilted her head up to face mine. “I know you want to taste me, but you’ll have to earn it.”

She licked her lips and her pupils were big again as she watched me.

Leaning down, I whispered in her ear, “What will you do to get it?”

“Anything,” she said, making me twitch at how it sounded like my mom talking.

Straightening up, I ran a finger through my pussy lips before sliding it into her mouth. Mrs. C closed her eyes and sucked on it, a barely audible moan edging out.

“Do you have a cock?” I asked softly.

When she nodded, I withdrew finger and stepped aside as she stood up and walked over to a dresser. Pulling out the bottom drawer, she reached in with trembling hands and pulled out a strap-on that looked just like the one my mom had.

When she brought it over, I put my hands on Mrs. C’s shoulders and forced her to kneel before saying, “Put it on me.”

The sight of Deanna’s mother on her knees before me had my pussy leaking like a sieve as her shaking hands fastened the toy around my waist. When she was done, she peered up at me, waiting for my next command.

I smiled wickedly and said, “Suck my cock.”

When her lips wrapped around the head, I just about came. Instead, I let out a loud groan as I watched her take the whole thing into her throat. The way Mrs. C pressed the cock against my clit transmitted every movement straight to my pussy.

I put my hand on her head as I watched her working my cock. I was so excited that I was thinking of fucking her mouth instead… but no, I had to have her cunt.

Taking a calming breath, I said, “On the bed, on your back.”

Mrs. C scrambled to lie back, her hands still quivering as she rested them on her belly.

I stood gazing down at her for a moment, admiring how good she looked. “I’m going to fuck you now, Mrs. C,” was all I said.

She sort of half-closed her eyes and let her hands move down to grasp the bed sheets.

I climbed onto the bed, sliding my hands under her legs and pushing them back. When I was over her, I placed her legs on my shoulders and reached down to guide my cock into her pussy.

I leaned forward enough to hold it in place, then put my hands on either side of her head, both her legs on my shoulders.

Staring into her eyes, I said, “Get ready to be fucked, Mrs. C.” Then I slowly pushed in.

She came right there. If I hadn’t been so excited, I might have laughed, because she grabbed me and pulled me to her, causing the cock to enter her a little harder than I’d planned. It just made her crazier, and I’ll be damned if she didn’t scratch my back as well.

I didn’t wait too long to pull out, then thrust back in. That cock was grinding against my clit every time I shoved it into her, making me want to do it harder and harder.

After a couple of minutes, I was bouncing Mrs. C’s ass up and down on the bed, my own excitement making me a little nuts, but she was too gone to do much more than yell and scream, coming again and again.

Then a bit of friction against my clit set me off. I screamed, “Fuck!” as loud as I could when I came — pushing into her as hard and deep as I could, then sort of thrusting in place to grind my clit some more.

We suddenly froze together, our orgasms hitting their peak at the same instant. I soaked Mrs. C down with my juices and she sobbed and moaned my name.

I had just enough energy to pull out and roll off her and onto my back. She just lay there, splayed out, her abused pussy exposed to the world.

Opening my eyes, I saw that Deanna was standing in the door, staring at us, so I slipped the cock off and staggered over her. Now it was my turn to be led to her bed.

When we got to her room, Deanna helped me lie down. She got between my legs and was gently licking me as I fell asleep.

*****

It was a couple of hours when I woke up, alone. I staggered up, feeling a little achy, and took a quick shower. Not sure what was going to happen next, I put on clean panties and running shorts, then topped that with a t-shirt.

It turned out to be a good choice, because Deanna and Mrs. C were wearing the exact same thing.

They were in the kitchen. Mrs. C was at the stove, Deanna grating cheese next to the sink when I walked in. Deanna gave me a bright grin and said, “You fell asleep on me.”

I laughed and gave Mrs. C a kiss on the cheek before walking over to help Deanna, saying, “I seem to remember that happening a lot today.”

Mrs. C actually chuckled at that. Deanna passed me a knife and the cutting board so I could slice up the pepperoni and salami. It looked like we were having pizza.

“What time does your mother get home tomorrow, Amber?” Mrs. C asked.

I grinned and said, “Nine.”

“I’ll give you a ride home so she doesn’t have to make a second trip,” Mrs. C said.

“Thanks,” I told her, “I’m sure she’ll be totally wiped. I’m going to make spaghetti so she doesn’t have to cook. Nothing like yours, Mrs. C, but it’s okay.”

She surprised me by pausing in mid-motion, giving me a soft smile before caressing my cheek, then she turned back to the stove. “Deanna can give you some of our sauce. We made a huge batch and put it in jars last week.”

“Oh, yeah,” Deanna said happily. “Your mom’ll love it!”

“Thanks,” I said. She would, too. Mrs. C was an amazing cook.

When we had all the toppings ready, Deanna gave them to her mom, then pulled me against her for a kiss. I tensed a little, still finding things a little strange, especially since I wasn’t sure what Mrs. C was thinking now.

Deanna giggled, then turned me around to face her mother. “Your turn, Mom.”

Mrs. C leaned in to give me her tongue for a moment, then chuckled before turning back to her work, carefully garnishing the pizza crust with the wheels of pepperoni.

“Um… yeah,” I said slowly.

“My God, girl,” Deanna said with a laugh. “You make me completely insane. I watched you fuck Mom until she screamed… and here you are now, acting all sweet and innocent.”

Mrs. C giggled again, then said, “Screamed and cried, actually. You had me shedding tears of happiness, Amber.”

Deanna gave a contented sigh, then kissed me a couple of times before pushing me into a chair.

“We don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Amber,” Mrs. C said, finishing up at the stove and joining us at the table. “I was a little uncertain about things at first… but like Deanna said, we’re both very happy right now.”

“Oh, yeah,” Deanna said. “Absolutely. You were laughing, Mom. God, it’s been so long since I’ve heard that.”

Mrs. C looked a little wistful, so Deanna quickly added, “No, no, I don’t mean that’s bad. It’s just that you just had so much on your plate Mom — work, cooking, keeping this house, taking care of me. You’re the best, Mom, and I try to help you as much as I can… but you need more than that. You deserve more.”

I could see Mrs. C mulling that over, so I gave Deanna a quick kiss. “That’s really sweet. And yeah, she’s right, Mrs. C. You do deserve more.”

“See,” Deanna said with a giggle. “If a shy, withdrawn, sexually repressed girl like Amber thinks so, it must be true.”

That got both Mrs. C and I laughing.

They really were two of the best people I knew. I laughed more with them than I did the whole rest of the year. Though Mom did make me giggle a lot. Come to think of it, I made her laugh too.

“Huh…” I wondered if we were more alike than I thought.

Mrs. C gave me a questioning look at my distracted state, so I said, “Just realizing how much you guys are like Mom and me. I was thinking how great you guys are and how you take care of each other… then I realized, Mom and I do that too.”

That seemed to give Mrs. C something to think about, but Deanna just prattled on, for ages, it seemed, about everything in the world.

Mrs. C got up to finish the pizza and I caught Deanna looking at her ass. She saw me watching her and shrugged with a grin before saying, “Hey, like you said, it’s a nice ass.”

That got a smile from Mrs. C, obviously catching the gist of the conversation, so I said, “Tastes good, too.”

Deanna broke up, almost falling out of her chair at her mom’s deep blush. A moment later, Mrs. C started laughing herself as she finished putting slices of pizza onto three plates.

“Wow,” Deanna giggled, “that one goes into long-term memory.”

I had to laugh again, and give her another kiss before starting on the pizza.

“Wow,” I said, “this is awesome. Just as yummy as your spaghetti. Are you, like, a chef or something, Mrs. C?”

“Neat, huh?” Deanna said when her mom blushed again. “Everyone loves her cooking. It’s like a magic touch thing. Like instead of a green thumb, she has a sweet pinky, or something.”

I snorted and choked a little on the pizza, then laughed with Mrs. C at Deanna’s silly way with words. You had to love the girl.

Mrs. C seemed really contented the whole time we ate, and Deanna seemed to feed off that somehow. I just watched them both, enjoying their happiness, proud that I’d helped contribute to it in some small way.

When we finished, Mrs. C gathered everything up and put it in the sink before sitting back down with us. I could tell she wanted to talk, and Deanna must have caught it too since she sat quietly for once.

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. C looked at me and said, “If you could have us do anything you wanted, Amber… what would it be?”

That took me by surprise. I was pretty sure that I understood what she was asking, but it wasn’t something you wanted to get wrong. I glanced at Deanna to find her looking at me, then back at Mrs. C.

“I love you guys,” I said slowly, “and don’t want to do anything to mess that up.”

Deanna leaned over and took my hand and said, “Don’t be silly.”

Looking at them, I was pretty sure this wasn’t something Mrs. C had prearranged with Deanna, so it was going to come as a surprise.

I stood up and walked to the counter by the telephone, where there was a writing pad and pencil. Taking it back to the table, I took a single sheet and tore it into six pieces, all about the same size. First I wrote our names on three different pieces, then wrote the numbers one, two and three on the remaining three. Going over to the dish rack, I took a large coffee mug, brought it back and put the numbered bits of paper in it.

Holding it out, I had Mrs. C pick one, then Deanna. I took the last piece for myself.

“My number’s two,” I said, holding up my piece for the others to see.

“Um, I have one,” Deanna said.

Mrs. C gazed at hers. “I’m three.”

Now I put the names in the mug, and we drew again. “If you get your own, name, put it back and take another,” I told them.

This time, I got Deanna, Mrs. C got me, and Deanna got her mom. She was staring at her paper, trembling a little.

Crumpling my piece, I let it fall to the table. “Okay, ladies. This game is a pussy-eating contest. We go in the order of the numbers, and the one who makes her lover come the fastest wins. The slowest gets a spanking and has to do whatever the other two want.”

Deanna nearly sobbed, then held it in as I watched Mrs. C. She was looking at Deanna with a wide-eyed gaze.

“Baby,” she said, in a voice just above a whisper, “is this something you want?”

“Oh, Mom,” Deanna said, her eyes growing moist. “I do… more than anything.”

Turning back to me, Mrs. C nodded slowly. “So do I.”

With a tiny sniffle, Deanna staggered to her feet. I took her in my arms and kissed the dazed girl  until she managed to regain her focus.

“It’s okay,” I said. “There’s nothing bad about being with your mom like this… not if you really love her, and you both want it.”

She nodded hesitantly, but pulled herself together. I turned to where Mrs. C sat, sort of staring at Deanna, waiting for her to make the first move.

Taking both their hands, I led mom and daughter over to the couch, then spread out a blanket over the cushions. I got Mrs. C to stand in front of me and reached around her. Deanna was staring at us, so I said, “Wait. I’m getting her ready for you.”

She jerked out a nod, so I took hold of the hem of Mrs. C’s t-shirt, slowly pulled it up and off, then hugged her from behind. When I cupped Mrs. C’s bare breasts, Deanna’s mouth went slack..

“Kneel in front of her, Deanna,” I said. She went down so quickly that I thought she might be about to faint, but she just stayed there on her knees, hands fluttering around her mother’s legs.

“Unbutton her shorts,” I said, still massaging Mrs. C’s breasts. She let out a long whispery moan when Deanna did what I said.

“Now, Deanna,” I said softly. “Very slowly, very very slowly, pull them down.”

Mrs. C was shivering like she was cold as Deanna began inching her shorts down. She wasn’t wearing panties, and when her pussy came into view, Deanna actually came on the spot. She cried out, then slumped forward, resting her face against her mom’s thigh.

Mrs. C and I watched in awe as Deanna recovered, then got herself together enough to raise her head back up. Taking hold of the waistband of her mother’s shorts, she began to tug them down again, mumbling, “Oh, God. Oh, my God.”

When the shorts were off, I told Mrs, C, “Now step out of them.” She did, then stood there before us, now completely nude. Taking her arm, I led Deanna’s mom back onto the couch and sat her down. She was staring at her daughter, who was staring at her cunt — her very wet, very hungry cunt.

I knelt down next to Deanna. “When I say ‘go’, I want you to get down on your knees and eat your mom’s pussy until she screams.”

“Oh, my God,” Deanna moaned.

I paused just long enough to get mother and daughter totally on edge with lust, then whispered, “Go.”

Deanna was supposed to start licking right then, but maybe she was just too much in love with her mother to rush things. Kneeling between Mrs. C’s legs, Deanna gently placed both hands on her mom’s thighs, just above her knees, still shaking like a leaf.

“Oh, my angel,” Mrs. C whimpered, her eyes glistening with tears.

Bending forward, Deanna began to leave gentle kisses on the inside of her mom’s thighs, getting closer and closer to the sweet spot. Mrs. C was moaning, holding her fist against her mouth. Her moans were getting higher pitched the nearer Deanna got. It was like watching two trains racing toward one another, but in slow motion: you knew when they met, it was going to be huge.

When Deanna’s mouth finally touched her mom’s pussy, it was everything I thought it would be.
Mrs. C cried out loud. Her head was back and her fingers were digging into the cushions as she ground her pussy into her daughter’s face.

Deanna just knelt there, going down on her mom with everything she had. Her face was getting absolutely drenched with Mrs. C’s juices. She was getting off big time on fucking her mother, no doubt — when I stepped back to get a full view of the action, I saw that Deanna’s cunt was so wet that she was actually dripping on the floor. Holy crap! I thought. How long has she been wanting this?

The way she was eating her mom’s pussy, I knew that this wouldn’t last long — and sure enough, Mrs. C was coming like crazy before a minute had passed. She was actually screaming!

It went on for a good thirty seconds or more, and I was about to make Deanna stop before she gave her mother a heart attack, but Mrs. C pushed her away first, moaning, “No, no, stop, baby.”

When they finished, they just sort of oozed together. Mrs. C slumped to one side, so Deanna got her mom’s legs up on the sofa, helping her to lie down, then rested her head on Mrs. C’s tummy.  They nestled together, Deanna smiling as her mom’s hand was lazily caressing her face.

I went into the kitchen and made a couple of drinks, then brought them out and set the glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch. Mrs. C was only about half there, so I sat down next to her and began stroking her face.

Her eyes slowly came open. “Is it like that for you and your mother?” she asked quietly.

That one bounced around in my head for a moment, then I said, “Every time.”

Mrs. C didn’t say anything for a while, then, “How do you make it work?”

“Grades,” I said, “and trust too, I guess. Every Saturday is ‘do anything I want to Mom’ day if I get straight A’s. Tuesday and Thursday night, Mom tells me a sexy story and makes me come. I feel bad sometimes that I can’t do things with her during the week, but it’s important to her that I do a good job in school.”

I thought for a second, then said, “It doesn’t really affect the other times. I love her as Mom. No matter what we do, she’s still my mother. We won’t let that part change.”

Mrs. C smiled at that, then nodded slowly. “Were you going to let me have your sweet pussy tonight, if Deanna hadn’t made love to me?”

I shook my head. “No.”

That got a soft chuckle from her. “When do I get to?”

Putting my finger on her lips, I slowly pushed it in and let her suck on it as I said, “After you give me your ass.”

She closed her eyes and gave a sort of moaning laugh.

Sitting up, Deanna took her mother’s hand. “I love you, Mom. For always.”

“I love you too, baby,” Mrs. C said, and they came together in a tender kiss.

We ended up just going to bed and cuddling the rest of the night. I mean Deanna and I. All of us sort of decided without saying that Mrs. C and Deanna needed to talk about their relationship before having any more sex.

So Mrs. C gave us both goodnight kisses, and we all went to bed.

*****

Deanna was excited and practically skipping around her room the next morning, so I pulled her into the bathroom and ran the tub before sliding in with her.

“Okay, girl,” I said, looking at her sitting naked across from me. “Big new things going on in your home, right?”

When she nodded I continued. “You know that me and Mom have sex.”

When I got another nod, I said “So, no acting weird with your mom. Give her some time to decide how she wants this to work. She’s going to be stressing it for a couple of days, so tell her that you love her, and you’re waiting for her to tell you what’s okay and what’s not.”

Deanna gave me her squinty, thoughtful look, then sighed. “God, I hope she’ll say we can keep doing it.”

I looked down and said quietly, “I’m sorry about… you know… fucking her before you got to.”

Deanna sat quietly for a moment, then slid behind to hug me to her. “Yeah, I thought about that this morning. But if you can’t let your best friend fuck your mom, who else gets to do it?”

Then she burst into giggles, getting me started. She really was the best.

“Anyway,” I finally said, “let her decide, then tell me what you think is okay for us. I’d love to keep doing this with both of you.”

She nodded thoughtfully, then a certain gleam appeared in her eyes. She turned me around and said excitedly, “Hey, does this mean I can do your mom?”

Mrs. C finally came in to see what the craziness was about, but we just kept giggling until she smiled, shrugged and went back to the kitchen.

*****

An hour or so later, Mrs. C gave me a ride home. When we got in her car, I said, “Do you know yet what you’re going to do about you and Deanna?”

She didn’t back out, just sat looking forward for a moment, then said, “Not really, no. I woke up thinking that I was an awful, terrible person. Then I watched you two in the tub and saw how happy Deanna was. Not damaged at all. That was when I realized that, even after what we did, I’m still her mother. It was strange… but I did feel better about things.”

I nodded and said, “It seemed easy for me, but Mom is super smart about stuff, and I think she made all the hard decisions without scaring me, or freaking me out. I think it might help if you could talk to her.”

Mrs. C looked at me for a moment, then back at the road before saying, “It seems a strange thing to talk about.”

I frowned. “My mom is the best person in the world, Mrs. C, and she would never, ever hurt me. Deanna loves you more than anything, and even if you never made love with her again, she still would. Mom told me we could stop anytime I wanted, and it wouldn’t change how she feels about me. It seems kind of mean to talk like you’re ashamed of us.”

She looked at me in a startled way for a moment, then got thoughtful again. I waited, and then she finally said, “I’m sorry. You’re right, Amber, I’m being an ass. Would she really be willing to do that for me, help me work through my feelings for Deanna?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “Mom’s great.”

Mrs. C smiled at that, then said “So next time, do I get to have a taste of your pussy?”

I giggled, but got serious and said, “You have to figure out about you and Deanna first. I told her I was sorry that you and I had fucked already, because I know if it was Mom, I would have wanted to do that before my best friend did. And I know I really, really love fucking Mom in the ass, so I bet Deanna will too.”

Mrs. C blushed brightly, then said, “You’re a girl in a million, Amber. Your mom must really be proud of you.”

That got me blushing then, but I just shrugged. “I don’t know about that, but today is my ‘anything goes’ day, and I want to get back to Mom and do some really naughty things to her.”

Mrs. C was grinning all the way back to my house. She didn’t do anything weird, like kiss me out where everyone could see, but she said, “I’ll call your mom later, and I’ll make sure that Deanna knows by the end of the week. I’m pretty sure that I’ll want to keep making love to her, though.”

I gave her leg a pat. “I think that’s the best way to go, Mrs. C… but then, I know how great it is, being that close to your mother. Thanks for everything,” I said as I opened the car door and got out, already getting wet at the thought of what I would be doing to Mom in a couple of minutes.

The End

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Lessons Learned, Chapter 4

  • Posted on October 22, 2017 at 9:04 am

By Amanda Lynn

Jessica ran across the open field. The sounds of gunfire filled the air. A short distance away, a turret began to track her movements then opened up, belching death in her direction.

“Son of a bitch, that was close,” she muttered, sliding into cover behind an overturned car. Checking herself over, she applied one of the precious few medkits she was carrying in her inventory.

Jessica carefully peeked out from behind the car and surveyed her surroundings. Rubble and twisted metal, the remains of the buildings that used to be a town, lay in jumbled heaps. The streets were littered with debris and wrecked vehicles.

Spotting an alley about 30 yards to her right, she decided that that would be the best way to proceed if she wanted to make it safely to her destination. As she reloaded her Thompson sub-machine gun and checked her remaining ammo, Jessica felt her hair being gently pushed aside, exposing her neck.

“Not now!” she grumbled as she rolled a shoulder.

Taking one last look around, she sprinted down the street toward the alley. Again, gunfire rang out. Jessica vision blurred red for a second or two as she was struck by enemy fire. Her forward momentum was slowed as the life drained from her. Still, she managed to make it to the cover of the alley. Barely.

Jessica quickly applied two more medkits. Damn. Only one left. She moved down the alleyway and paused when she came to a corner. Cautiously, she poked her head around the side of a building. Her destination was off to the right, about 40 feet away.

The problem she now faced was the two-man sentry that meandered back and forth 60 feet away. Simple enough — except for the MG-42 machine gun that sat entrenched, pointing down the alley in her direction.

“Shit!” Jessica murmured. A couple of well-placed grenades could deal with the situation, except she didn’t have any. She checked her inventory again. One last med kit, one knife, and one 30-round magazine for her Thompson. Not much help there. She could go in there, guns blazing, and hope to get lucky before one of the soldiers manned the MG-42. But that was wishful thinking.

Jessica sighed and studied the guards’ movements. There was a pattern, and at one point, for several moments, they both had their backs to her. Plenty of time to dash down the alley to her destination and safety.

She waited patiently for the pattern to repeat. Poised and ready. Then she felt fingertips brush her neck. A chill ran through her. “No, god, not now,” Jessica pleaded softly.

It was time to go. Soft warm lips touched her neck. Jessica sucked a sharp breath and hesitated for a fraction of a second too long. She’d been spotted. The first Nazi took cover and opened fire with his MP-38 while the second dove behind the MG-42 and opened up.

Jessica tried in vain to make it to her destination, returning fire and applying the final med kit as she ran. In the end, the large caliber rounds from the MG-42 did her in, first slowing her progress then tearing her virtual body to shreds.

Her health bar quickly dropped to zero, and the screen went black. A message appeared:  YOU ARE DEAD – press start to continue.

“No! No! No!” Jessica whined as she dropped the controller from her hand.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Did the big bad Germans kick your sweet little ass?” Sam purred into Jessica’s ear then returned to kissing her neck.

“You’re evil.”

“Me? What did I do?” her voice all sweet and innocent.

“Speaking of sweet little asses,” Jessica said as she grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled the girl from where she knelt on the sofa beside her down across her lap. Sam shrieked.

“What are you doing?” she giggled as Jessica lay a hand on her bum.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson,” Jessica said playfully as she yanked Samantha’s shorts down.

Instinctively, Sam’s hand reached back to cover the exposed skin of her backside. Her other hand was trapped between her and Jessica. Jessica grabbed Sam by the wrist and pinned her arm behind her back.

“No! Please! No!” Sam yelled.

Jessica paid no attention to her. She rubbed the soft flesh of the girl’s bum for a moment, then cupped her hand slightly, raising it up only to quickly bring it down on Sam’s ass.

The sound of flesh being slapped filled the room. It actually sounded a lot worse than it really was. Sam yelped each time Jessica’s hand made contact with her reddening flesh. After a dozen or so strikes, Sam tried to roll off Jessica.

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry,” she chuckled, then winced at the light sting of another swat.

“I think you should go stand in the corner and think about what you’ve done,” Jessica scolded, a grin on her face.

Sam stood and looked around the room for a suitable corner. As she reached down to pull up her shorts, Jessica stopped her.

“No. Leave them down.”

Sam giggled and waddled to the corner, willing to play whatever game Jessica had in mind. She stood there, facing the wall. Jessica slowly walked up behind her friend, standing close enough that Sam could feel her breath on her neck.

“You’re a naughty girl. Aren’t you?” Jessica asked in a low sultry voice. She placed her hands on Sam’s bare hips.

“Yes,” Sam whispered as she shuddered.

Jessica’s pushed her hands up along Sam’s narrow waist, under her tee shirt, up the sides of her rib cage, stopping when she touched the strap of her bra. Bringing her hands around, she cupped each small breast, gently squeezing the soft mounds. Stiffening nipples pushed against the material into the palm of Jessica’s hand.

To Sam’s moan of protest, Jessica traced her course back to Sam’s hips, where Jessica dropped to her knees, her face just an inch from Sam’s ass. Jessica looked at the reddened flesh and smiled, a faint outline of a hand still visible. With hands still on Sam’s hips, Jessica placed soft little kisses on the tender skin. First one cheek, then the other. Sam twitched and moaned softly. Jessica inhaled and smelled the scent of her best friend’s arousal.

With a soft touch, Jessica trailed a hand up Sam’s smooth inner thigh and let a finger touch her there, between her legs. Sam’s wetness coated her finger, and Jessica withdrew. Sam whined her disapproval.

Bringing the finger to her mouth, Jessica sucked it clean, savoring her friend. God, she tastes so good. Jessica took a breath and calmed herself. Grabbing the waistband of Sam’s shorts, she stood, pulling the garment up with her, covering Sam’s sweet ass.

She took Sam by the shoulders and spun her around. Jessica pushed her body against Sam and took her mouth. There was passion in their kiss. Their tongues danced and wound together in a heated frenzy. They held each other close as hands roamed backs and buttocks.

Soon it ended. Panting as they held each other, they stared into one another’s eyes, smiling contentedly.

“You’re such a tease,” Sam giggled.

It was more than six weeks now since Jill had left, and Jessica had all but forgotten her. She had focused her attention on Sam after the breakup. Jessica had felt guilty for the way she’d treated Samantha, even though her best friend had forgiven her.

When Sam had come out and confessed her love for Jessica, Jess hadn’t known what to think or even how to deal with it. There were too many emotions in play all at once. It was true that she already loved Sam, but as a friend at that point.

As the days and weeks went by, Jessica realized that the deeper feelings she had always had for Sam, the ones that she’d kept hidden away only because of the difference in their sexual orientation, could now be allowed to surface. It had scared Jessica at first, allowing herself to fall for her best friend. But she didn’t fight it. Sam wasn’t.

Now here they stood, in Samantha’s living room. What had started out as a Saturday afternoon playing video games came very close to ending up with Jessica ravishing the girl she loved right there on her living room floor. It was getting harder and harder to resist the urge, but Jessica wanted their first time making love to be special.

Sam was so patient with her, and Jessica loved her even more for it. She wouldn’t have to wait much longer, though. The last dance of the school year was the following Friday, and Jessica was hoping to make it a night to remember for both of them. It was a big formal event with a banquet before the dance, intended for students who weren’t part of that year’s graduating class. Their prom would be the following week.

“Jess? Sweetie?” Sam traced a finger along Jessica’s lips and chin.

Jessica’s heart melted at the sound of Sam’s sweet, enticing voice. She knew Sam wanted something.

“Yeah?”

“I need to come,” she smiled, batting her eyelashes.

Jessica swallowed. If she wasn’t wet from their earlier activity, she was now.

“Do you want to masturbate?” Jessica asked, figuring Sam would head to her bedroom for some privacy and do just that.

“Un-huh, together,” Sam whispered. “Above the covers.” She placed little kisses on Jessica’s cheek and nibbled her ear.

Shivering with excitement, Jessica broke the embrace. Grabbing Sam’s hand, she hauled her up the stairs to the bedroom. Locking the door behind them, she quickly stripped and hopped onto the bed. Jessica lay on her back, head on the pillow. Sam, on the other hand, knelt on the bed at Jessica’s feet once she was naked.

“I want to watch you come,” she said in a husky voice as she looked Jessica up and down. Her hands moved slowly from her mound over her flat tummy and up to her breasts.

Jessica stared wide-eyed. “Oh, damn,” she moaned. Spreading her legs, her hand found its way to her throbbing clit.

Sam pinched at her nipples, eyes smoldering as she licked her full lips. A hand slid down to her own needy sex. Sam’s hips slowly rocked against her hand as it played.

“You’re so damn sexy, Sam,” Jessica moaned again. Her own hips moved in a sympathetic rhythm as she watched Samantha.

Jessica felt the heat spread across her body and her chest heave as she took quickening breaths. Her fingers were a blur as they flit across the swollen bud beneath them. Jessica forced her eyes to remain open. She wanted — no, needed — to watch Sam come too.

Sam’s face and chest were flushed a bright pink. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. Her body, glimmering with sweat, undulated as she rode the hand between her thighs. She grunted and cursed out Jessica’s name.

That was all Jessica needed to push her over the edge. The orgasm exploded outward from her core. Every nerve ending fired at once. Her body twisted and convulsed as she was overcome by an intense bliss. With her eyes closed, she lay still as the flashes of pleasure slowly faded away.

Her peace was broken by a heavy thud on the mattress beside her and a loud moan. She opened her eyes to see Sam lying on her side next to her, knees drawn up and a hand locked between her thighs. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face twisted in a grimace. Her body shook, and she seemed to be holding her breath.

Jessica watched. Her friend was still in the grips of a powerful climax. Jessica placed a hand on Samantha’s hip and gently caressed her.

Sam gasped loudly, finally coming down from her high and drawing a deep breath. She lay still for quite a while, but eventually, after her breathing had slowed and the tremors stopped, she opened her eyes and grinned at Jessica.

“Welcome back,” Jessica said softly as she smiled at her best friend.

“Thanks,” Sam croaked, her throat too dry to speak.

After a few swallows, she tried again. “That was so intense. When you started coming, I… well, I don’t know what happened after that,” she giggled.

Jessica pulled them into an embrace, and they kissed until things began to heat up again.

Sam was the one to stop them this time. She pushed away and propped herself on an elbow. “We need to shower and get dressed. Mom will be home soon,” she said sadly.

“Okay, you’re right. Better open a window too. It smells like sex in here,” said Jess with a chuckle.

Jessica and Sam got up. They showered separately, just in case they couldn’t find a safe place for their hands, then got dressed.

*****

The week was busy for the girls with their final exams of the year. On Wednesday, after the last of it was over, Sam’s and Jessica’s moms took them to the salon to have their hair and nails done. On Thursday, they visited the seamstress for the final fitting of their dresses.

Sam’s gown was an emerald green sleeveless A-line that fell to just above her knees. The bodice was decorated with an intricate embroidery pattern. Jessica’s was of a royal blue chiffon, backless with a straight silhouette. It was decorated with beading and crystal. The neckline plunged just enough to hint at her cleavage.

Jessica and her mother arrived at Sam’s early on Friday afternoon. Jess had brought her overnight bag along with dress, shoes, and all the other necessities she would need to prepare for this evening’s soiree.

After each girl took a quick shower, their mothers swooped in and the primping and preening began. Hair was teased, makeup applied, undergarments and gowns were donned. The entire production could have rivaled that of any dressing room on Broadway. Finally, the girls stood side by side, holding hands and smiling brightly. A few feet away, the women proudly admired their daughters.

Jessica’s mom said, “You girls look absolutely gorgeous.”

“You will be the belles of the ball,” Sam’s mom added.

Both girls gave each woman a big hug and thanked them for their help.

“Your ride will be here soon, girls,” said Jessica’s mom as the two women left the room.

“Okay,” Sam answered and also headed for the door.

“Just a sec, Sam,” Jessica said, as she fished through her overnight bag. “I want to give you something.”

Sam stopped and turned back toward her friend, watching with curiosity as Jessica withdrew something from the bag. When Jessica turned, Sam saw a black velvet-covered jewelry gift case in her hands.

“I bought this for you,” Jessica said. “Well, us really… here, open it, you’ll understand.” She handed Sam the case.

With trembling hands, Sam took the box and looked Jessica in the eyes. Jessica watched as Sam looked down to the case and slowly opened it. The hinges squeaked as Sam lifted the lid. She saw Sam’s eyes go wide and her smile grow bigger.

In the box was a shiny silver broken heart necklace set. Each half of the heart had a single diamond inlaid at the top and the girls’ names engraved on it, Jess on the right and Sam on the left.

Sam looked up at Jessica, fighting back the tears. “Oh, Jess. It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

Jessica smiled back, her own tears trying to escape. “You’re welcome Sam,” Jess said as they hugged.

“Help me put it on?” Sam asked.

Jessica took the box from Sam and removed the half with Jessica’s name and fastened the chain around Sam’s neck, then gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Sam did the same to Jessica with the other half. They looked at each other and giggled.

Hugging once more they whispered in unison, “I love you.” The hug tightened and they held each other for several moments. They both wanted to say something, but neither knew just what. So they simply stood there, enjoying the warmth of the other.

Their embrace ended when Sam’s mom called up the stairs to them. “Come on, you two lovebirds. Your ride is here.”

Sam and Jessica reluctantly separated and smiled at each other. “We better get going,” Sam said.

Checking their faces in the mirror for smudged or running makeup and finding none, the two glided down the stairs. Jessica chuckled when she saw her father at the bottom of the stairs dressed in a black suit with a chauffeur cap on his head. His eyes were wide and bright as he watched Jessica and Sam descend the stairs.

“Jessica, honey, you look so beautiful,” he said with a smile only a proud father could have.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she replied, feeling the heat on her face and ears as she gave him a hug.

“The same goes for you, Sam. Absolutely lovely. You two will be the envy of the town.”

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor,” Sam smiled.

“Okay, girls, your chariot awaits,” said Mr. Taylor, heading toward the front door.

“Hang on a second,” Sam’s mom said. “We need photos.”

For the next few minutes, both mothers took pictures of their daughters, some together, some individual, some with daughter and mom. Finally, with their mothers satisfied, the girls headed out the door.

As they left the house, Sam exclaimed, “Oh. My. God.”

Jessica looked at Sam and followed her gaze to the driveway. A large black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sat waiting for them. Jessica now understood the reason for her father’s attire. He actually was their chauffeur.

“Oh, Daddy!” Jessica squealed as Mr. Taylor slipped past them to the car. He opened the rear door and held it for them. Once the girls were safely inside, he closed it and got behind the wheel, and they set off for the local Legion hall where the banquet was being held, catered to by the Ladies’ Auxiliary.

The girls sat in silence holding hands for the short drive to the hall. Jessica marveled at the opulence of the vehicle as they traveled the city streets. The precision engineering of the vehicle was such that all road noise was canceled out. Jessica could have sworn she heard her own heart beating. Or maybe it was Sam’s.

Soon enough, the car rolled silently to a stop in front of the Legion hall. Mr. Taylor put the car in park and exited the vehicle, coming around to the other side and opening the rear door. Jessica slid out of the car.

Near the entrance to the building, people had stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the car and its occupants. Jessica smiled to herself. Reaching into the car, she retook Sam’s hand and helped her out. At that moment, Jessica felt like a celebrity arriving at a movie premiere or the Oscars. Then, to her surprise and embarrassment, a half a dozen or more flashes went off as people snapped photos of them.

Clearing the car door, Mr. Taylor closed it. “Have fun, girls. I’ll see you at eleven.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” Jessica called over her shoulder as they made their way to the entrance.

A couple more flashes went off. “Damn paparazzi,” Sam grumbled. Jessica laughed as she locked arms with her love.

Stepping inside, they were greeted by Ms. Jenkins, Mr. Singh, Mr. McInnis, and Mrs. Galloway, chaperones for the evening.

Ms. Jenkins smiled at them as they approached and offered her hand to each. “Good evening, girls. You both look stunning,” she said as her eyes traveled to the necklace Jessica wore, and then to its partner around Sam’s neck.

“Hello, Ms. Jenkins, and thank you,” Sam replied, shaking her hand.

“Yes, thank you,” Jessica added, taking her hand next.

“I can see by your lovely necklaces that you have obviously reconciled. I am so happy for both of you that you did,” Ms. Jenkins said, hold Jessica’s hand a bit longer and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks. We’re glad we did too,” said Jessica as she touched the half heart that hung around her neck.

They moved down the line greeting each teacher, then headed to the large easel that held the seating plan. Finding where they were to be seated, they walked into the large banquet hall and mingled with the other attendees.

When Sam offered to get them a drink from the table of hors d’oeuvres, Jessica watched her go. Damn, she was beautiful. She drank in what she saw, from the bare skin of her back to the sway of her hips as she moved across the floor on shapely legs. Jessica’s heart swelled with love — while heat rose from her core as a result of a different yet equally pleasurable swell.

“What?” Sam asked with a chuckle as she handed a glass of punch to Jessica.

Taking the glass, Jessica placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Just admiring the view. You are stunning, you know,” she whispered in Sam’s ear.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” Sam said teasingly and kissed her cheek. “Now let’s go sit down. They’re about to start serving.”

The tables were set up in shape of a capital E, a head table with three legs. At the head table sat the chaperones and the organizers of the event. The rest of the attendees sat on each side of the three legs. The tables were well set with candles, baskets of rolls and breadsticks, and other condiments that were evenly spaced down the length of each leg.

Once everyone was seated, Ms. Jenkins stood and addressed the room. She thanked everyone for attending, then thanked the organizing committee. A loud cheer went up followed by applause. Ms. Jenkins continued and thanked the Ladies’ Auxiliary and then wished everyone bon appétit.

The girls enjoyed their dinner, which started with a chef’s salad followed by the main course of either a fish or beef dish. Dessert was an excellent cheesecake drizzled with chocolate. After the meal was over and the tables were cleared, Ms. Jenkins gave a brief speech and handed out some special awards for deserving students.

With the formalities done, everyone moved away from the tables as a small crew of people moved in and began breaking down the tables, while the DJ made himself busy with his gear in preparation for the dance. Holding hands, Sam and Jessica had eased toward the back of the hall, staying out of the work crew’s way.

“I think I ate too much,” said Samantha, bringing her free hand to her mouth and letting out a quiet burp.

“Nice,” Jessica scoffed.

“You’re one to talk,” Sam shot back. “You could put Barney Gumble to shame.”

Jess laughed and squeezed Samantha’s hand.

“Hey, there’s Karen. Let’s go say hi,” said Sam, when she spotted their friend chatting with some other girls. “I wanna ask her about that new puppy she was talking about.”

“You go ahead. I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll catch up with you,” Jessica said, giving Sam a quick kiss.

“Okay, hurry back.”

Jessica smiled and headed to the restroom. Once she had flushed and adjusted her clothes, she opened the stall door and moved to the sink to wash her hands.

“Jessica.”

She jumped at the sound of her name being spoken, then turned that way as someone emerged from a dark corner behind the last stall.

The person came out of the shadows, staggering slightly. Jessica froze for a moment. Fear shot through her. The stranger wore a pair of old jeans and a baggy gray sweatshirt with Harvard on the front. Once the stranger was in the light, Jessica recognized her instantly.

“Jill? What are you doing here?” she asked, stepping back as Jill took an unsteady step toward her.

“Jessica, honey, I-I’ve missed you,” Jill mumbled, tripping over her words.

“Are you drunk? You shouldn’t be here.”

“Jess, please, just gimme a minute. I’m leaving soon. The movers’ll be here on Monday. I needed to see you one more time before I go.”

Jill took another step and stumbled. Jessica instinctively moved toward the woman, trying to stop her from falling. Jill took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Jessica and pull her in close.

“You look so beautiful in that dress. I just want to hold you again,” Jill said, swaying slightly.

Jessica stood motionless, not quite sure what to do next. This was Jill, after all. She had once loved, had made love to this woman. Jessica brought her hands up and placed them on Jill’s shoulders, looking her in the eyes.

Jill gave a sloppy smile and leaned in for a kiss. Jessica turned her head to avoid both the kiss and the strong smell of cheap whiskey. She pushed gently against Jill, broke their embrace, and took a few steps back.

“Jill, no,” Jessica said sternly. It sounded more like she was scolding a dog or an unruly child.

“But Jessica… Jess, please,” Jill pleaded, putting a hand on the counter for support. Tears ran down her cheeks.

“You lied to me, Jill. You’re the one who told Ms. Jenkins about us,” said Jessica. She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped back as Jill took a wobbly step toward her. “You could have talked to me about it first. Explained why you wanted to do that. I would have understood. I may not have liked it, but I would have understood.”

Jess felt her emotions beginning to bubble over. “I almost lost my best friend because you weren’t honest with me.” She didn’t want to cry. She needed Sam.

Jill just stared at her, blubbering. Pathetic.

“I have someone else now, Jill. Someone special,” Jessica said softly as she moved around Jill toward the door, avoiding the hand that reached out for her. “I wish you nothing but the best, Jill. I really do. But — you need to leave now. Please, before someone sees you.”

“Jessica, I’m sorry,” Jill said weakly.

Jess paused as she opened the door and looked back at Jill. She felt pity. “I am too,” she said, then left the restroom.

As Jessica was heading back to find Sam, she met Ms. Jenkins coming the other way. The older woman smiled at her and Jessica meekly returned the smile. Then she saw Ms. Jenkins’ expression suddenly change from cheerfulness to surprise to something that bordered on annoyance and anger.

She followed Ms. Jenkins’ stare, and turned to see Jill just emerging from the restroom. Ms. Jenkins looked back at Jessica, then to Jill again.

“Jessica. Stay right there.” Ms. Jenkins’ tone was all business.

“Jill, what are you doing here? Have you lost your mind?” Ms. Jenkins demanded as she approached the woman.

“I… um…” Jill looked at her feet and took an unsteady step to the right.

“Are you drunk? Damnit, Jill, what is wrong with you? I should call the cops,” Ms. Jenkins growled.

“No, please don’t, Ms. Jenkins,” Jessica said as she moved to her principal’s side.

“She didn’t mean any harm, just wanted to say goodbye, that’s all,” Jessica pleaded. She wasn’t happy that Jill had shown up there, especially so drunk, but she didn’t want to see her getting in trouble with the police either.

Ms. Jenkins glared at Jill for a moment longer, then looked at Jessica. Her expression softened. She thought for a moment, then turned back to Jill. “Is that why you came here tonight? To say goodbye to Jessica?”

Jill just looked at her and nodded slowly, then fell back against the wall, apparently finding it harder to stand on her own.

“Jess! What’s going on?”

Jessica and Ms. Jenkins turned to see a worried Sam quickly approaching them. Sam stopped beside Jessica and gasped when she saw Jill slouched against the wall.

“What is she doing here?” Sam hissed.

“It’s okay, Sam,” Jessica said, as she snaked an arm around Sam’s waist and pulled her close.

Even in her drunken state, this registered with Jill. Her eyes widened a bit and she sort of smiled, or it could have been gas, it was hard to tell.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Jessica?” Ms. Jenkins asked. “She didn’t hurt you or anything, did she?”

“Never touched me,” Jessica lied, more for Sam’s sake than Jill’s.

“All right, fine. You two go and enjoy the dance. I’ll see that Jill gets home safe.”

Jess smiled at Ms. Jenkins, and Sam continued to scowl at Jill.

They turned and headed for the dance floor just as the DJ began the music. Glancing back over her shoulder, Jessica saw Ms. Jenkins helping Jill down the hall toward the exit.

 *****

“Thanks again, Dad,” Jessica said, kissing her father’s cheek.

“Yeah, Mr. Taylor, thanks!” Sam smiled.

“My pleasure. Good night, girls,” he replied. Getting back in the car, he waited in the driveway until Jessica and Samantha were safely inside.

With the exception of the outside light by the door and the one in the main entryway, the house was dark. Sam flicked the switch for the living room lights as Jessica closed the front door and locked it.

“Strange that Mom would be in bed already,” Sam said as she moved into the living room. “I figured she woulda waited up for us.”

“There’s a note here,” Jessica said, as she picked up a folded piece of paper from a small table in the entryway. Sam moved to Jessica’s side as she opened the note and read it aloud:

Girls, I hope you two had a wonderful time at the dance, and I hope the rest of your evening is just as special. I have gone to the city to spend the weekend with Grandma. I’ll be back Sunday afternoon. PS – There is a special treat in the fridge for you. Love you both.

“So,” Sam giggled, “we have the whole house to ourselves for the weekend.”

“Yeah, we do,” Jessica said waggling her eyebrows. She pulled Sam in for a quick kiss. “Your mom is so cool. Let’s go see what’s in the fridge.”

They made their way to the kitchen and Sam opened the refrigerator. Sam’s smile widened as she reached in and brought out a small bottle of champagne, the kind you would find in a hotel mini bar. The bottle had a big pink ribbon tied around it. A card attached read – Sam and Jess, Have fun and try not to wreck the furniture – with a big smiley at the bottom.

“Wow!” said Sam, laughing.

“Yup, I was right. She definitely is cool,” Jess giggled. “Let’s open this up.”

Sam shook her head and put the bottle back in the fridge.

“I want to get these shoes off my feet and get out of this dress first,” Sam said as she sat on a kitchen chair, pulling off her shoes and rubbing her feet.

Jessica followed suit and did the same. Once free of their shoes, Jessica took Sam by the hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom. Closing the door, Jessica moved behind Sam and wrapped her arms around her waist. She placed soft little kisses on her shoulder and up the side of her neck.

Sam purred as a delightful shiver ran through her. Jessica unzipped the pretty dress. Letting it fall, Sam turned and rested a hand on Jessica’s shoulder, then stepped out of the dress before picking it up and hanging it in the closet.

When Sam returned to Jessica, she helped her remove her dress and also hung it in the closet. The two girls now stood facing each other in nothing but their undergarments.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” Sam said with a smile.

“You’re welcome,” Jessica replied, wrapping her arms around Sam and kissing her gently.

Jess brought her hands to Sam’s hips and slid them up her back. Deftly, she undid the strapless bra and pulled it from between their bodies. Sam smiled and pushed her mouth against Jessica’s as she fumbled with her bustier. It took a little work, but Sam had it off by the time Jessica had pushed her tongue into her mouth. Their tongues played, and Sam moaned softly.

Twisting her body, Jessica guided Sam backward to the bed. Breaking the kiss, she sat Sam down on the mattress. “Sam, I love you. And I want to make love to you.”

Sam’s smile broadened. “I love you too, Jess,” she said, taking Jessica’s hands and falling back onto the mattress, pulling the girl on top of her.

Jessica felt like she was in a dream, Cinderella home from the ball with her princess. She lay there on Sam and looked into her beautiful brown eyes.

Their breasts mashed together, Jessica could feel the hard point of nipples press against her with each rise of Sam’s chest as she began to breathe more quickly. Shifting her weight off Sam slightly, Jessica let a leg slip between her thighs. Jessica pushed against Sam’s panty-covered sex as she kissed her.

A soft moan from Sam added to Jessica’s excitement as she brushed her lips over Sam’s, then tracing the outline with her tongue. Sam tried to capture her tongue, but Jessica was too quick for her. Sam whined.

Jessica smiled and pushed their lips together as she rolled her body forward slightly. Pressure from a thigh sent tingly waves of pleasure through Jessica and elicited a deep groan from Sam. Their kiss deepened as tongues rolled over each other.

Sam’s hands explored Jessica’s back, caressing the soft flesh. Jessica had been gently thrusting her thigh against Sam while at the same time riding Sam’s thigh. Jessica could feel the pressure building toward a climax, and it wasn’t far off. Sam’s hands were on her ass, pulling Jessica in with each forward roll of her hips. Sam was close too.

Sam broke the kiss, panting as she pleaded, “Jess, don’t stop.”

She didn’t, instead increasing the tempo and pressure for them both. Moments later, Sam let out a squeal and her body shook, her hands squeezing Jessica’s ass. Jessica’s own release followed immediately and her world dissolved into a sweet blissful sensation of warmth.

“Mmm, that was nice for our first time,” Sam purred.

“Yeah, it was nice. But it doesn’t really count, though.” Jessica said into Sam’s neck as she nuzzled it.

Sam’s fingers played in Jessica’s hair. “What do you mean?”

“Panties. We’re still wearing panties. So it doesn’t count.”

Chuckling, Sam said. “So, that was like a dress rehearsal then?”

Jessica giggled against Sam’s collarbone as she kissed it. “You could say that.”

“I see. Do you think you’re ready for opening night then?” Sam asked invitingly.

Jessica propped herself up and smiled at Sam, waggling her eyebrows. Again they kissed, and Jessica cupped Sam’s breast, gently squeezing the soft flesh. She played with the nipple, pressing her thumb and forefinger together and trapping the hard bud between them.

She sucked Sam’s lip into her mouth, nipping at it. Jessica kissed her chin and down her jawline. Sam’s back arched against the tug of Jessica’s fingers on her nipple, and she moaned softly at the hot breath and nibbles that touched her ear. Jessica slid lower, trailing wet kisses along Sam’s neck and throat, across her collarbone and into the valley between her breasts. Sam’s skin was warm and smooth, and Jessica could taste salt from her sweat.

Sam’s chest heaved as she gasped from the touch of Jessica’s mouth on her breast. Jessica slowly made a line with her tongue down the slope of the breast, ending at her erect nipple. She kissed it, paused for a moment or two, then kissed it again.

She looked up at Sam, smiling at the expression of pleasure on her lover’s face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly. Jessica could hear the huffing sounds coming from her. Turning her attention back to the pretty pink nipple before her, she flicked it with her tongue, then circled the pebbled flesh before taking it between her teeth and dragging them across the sensitive bud.

A hand went to the back of Jessica’s head as Sam arched upward for a second. Jessica released the nipple, then took it back between her teeth once more. Sam moaned.

Jessica continued to torment Sam with her mouth while reaching a hand down to caress Sam’s thigh. Sam’s legs opened when Jessica’s hand slid upward and touched the edge of her panties. Jessica could feel the dampness in the material as she moved her fingers over the girl’s sex. Moving up to the waistband, she slipped her hand underneath and found the tangle of hair on Sam’s mons. Sam’s hips rose to greet Jessica’s fingers.

Rolling up onto her knees, Jessica released Sam’s nipple and made a meandering trail of licks and kisses along Sam’s belly, not stopping until she reached the top of her panties. Jessica hooked her fingers into the waistband and tugged the panties down as she kissed her way along Sam’s thighs and calves. Pulling the garment off her feet, Jessica slipped off the bed and freed herself of her own panties.

Moving quickly back onto the bed, Jessica ran her hands along the length of Sam’s legs from her ankles to her thighs. Positioning herself she moved closer to Sam, touching her, she parted the soft hot folds. She stroked there, feeling the heat and wetness. Sam moaned and pushed her pelvis up against Jessica’s touch.

Jessica inhaled Sam’s scent, arousal and sweat mixed, then put her mouth on Sam. Sam’s reaction was immediate as Jessica used her tongue in a circular motion, swirling her tongue around and tasting the thick milky white cream that coated her sex.

“Oh! Jess…” Sam moaned and tangled her fingers in Jessica’s hair.

Jessica devoured her, sucking and licking her folds and clit. Pushing two fingers into Sam, she felt the hot smoothness of her inner walls. Each greedy swipe of Jessica’s tongue brought Sam closer to the edge. With ragged breaths, Sam writhed under Jessica’s touch.

Jessica delivered slow purposeful thrusts as she increased the pressure with her mouth. Moments later Sam cried out as she was catapulted into orgasm. Peaceful oblivion followed as she collapsed back onto the mattress, gulping air.

Withdrawing slowly from Sam, Jessica took a moment to lick her fingers clean before softly kissing Sam’s hip and resting her head there. She watched the minute pulses of Sam’s sex as the last of the aftershocks raced through her.

Sam moaned contently, “Jess? Baby? What did you do to me?”

Jessica stayed where she was, bringing her wet fingers to twirl in the damp hair above Sam’s glistening slit. She giggled, “You liked?”

Sam played with Jessica’s hair. “Liked is a gross understatement,” she said. “Now come up here and kiss me.”

Jessica moved up beside her lover and kissed her. Their kisses were soft and gentle and loving. Tongues touched and slowly glided over one another, enjoying the tastes and textures of their mouths. Jessica looked into Sam’s eyes and saw something there. Nervousness? Apprehension?

“Sam, what’s wrong?” Jessica asked, propping herself up.

Sam looked away for a moment. “You know that I’ve never been with a girl. Never… umm, gone down…”

Jessica brushed Sam’s cheek. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, or if you’re not ready. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“That’s sweet, Jess, thanks. But, no, I want to. I’m just not sure what to do. I want to please you like you did me.”

Jessica smiled at Sam, then leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t that long ago when she was the one worrying about it being her first time. Now, it seemed, she was the teacher.

“Sam, sweetie, if you just do the things I did to you, that made you feel good, then I can guarantee it will make me feel good too. Take your time and do what you’re comfortable doing, okay? You’re not being judged here.”

“Thanks. I’ll try not to disappoint,” Sam chuckled nervously. She pulled Jessica down for another kiss, then rolled her over on her back. Sam placed many little kisses over Jessica’s face. On her nose and cheeks, on her lips and eyelids. She kissed her ear and nibbled on the lobe. Jessica was already breathing quickly. Full of need and desire, she pushed her hips up against Sam.

Sam slid down, nipping at the flesh of Jessica’s neck and shoulder, then shifting to take a nipple into her mouth. She flicked her tongue across and swirled around the erect bud. Sam’s hand played with the other nipple, pinching and rolling it between her fingers. Jessica grunted and put a hand on Sam’s back, caressing her.

Lingering there just a few more moments, Sam moved on, placing little kisses all the way to Jessica’s belly. Finally slipping between her spread legs, she paused to look up at Jessica’s face. Her friend was craning her neck trying to watch. Sam inched closer to her sex as the scent of her arousal wafted around her and filled her nostrils.

Sam studied her friend’s most intimate of places. She had never seen a vulva this close up before. Even when examining her own with a hand mirror, she couldn’t see nearly as much. Jessica was cleanly shaved, with just a small, neatly trimmed patch on her mons. Her sex was plump from arousal, her smooth outer lips pink, the small inner lips somewhat darker. Her clit stood proudly peeking out from under its hood.

Closing her eyes, Sam kissed the soft skin of Jessica’s glistening labia, causing her friend to twitch. She licked her lips and tasted just a hint of Jessica’s juices, then pushed her tongue into the slick folds and scooped up more juices to sample. Withdrawing her tongue, she realized the tangy sweetness was not that different than her own.

Sam explored Jessica, licking and swirling her tongue in and around the silky skin of her slit. She circled her entrance. Then, hesitantly, she probed the opening with her tongue. Jessica gasped and bucked.

“Jesus, Sam,” she croaked, hear head falling back on the pillow.

As Sam’s curiosity grew, so did her confidence. She pushed her tongue deeper into Jessica, causing her to cry out and buck again. Sam reveled in the smooth heat of the inner walls of her entrance. Slowly she fucked her with her tongue. Jessica’s hands were on her head, guiding her.

Sam drank the juices that flowed around her tongue the best she could. Jessica groaned and gently pulled Sam’s head away.

“My clit, Sam. Suck my clit,” she begged.

Sam withdrew and pushed the flat of her tongue through slick folds and across Jessica’s clit. Jessica shuddered. Sam circled and flicked the hypersensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue. Jessica bucked and squirmed and made nonsensical sounds.

“Yesss…” Jessica hissed. “That’s it, Sam. Right there,” she huffed.

As the assault on Jessica’s clit continued, Sam pushed two fingers into her friend. Remembering what Jessica had done to her, Sam pumped her fingers with vigor as she sucked and toyed with Jessica’s swollen bud.

Jessica held Sam’s head in place as she bucked and rolled her hips. She grunted and gasped and whined as she rode the storm of pleasure that Sam delivered. Then it all suddenly came to a crescendo and Jessica was carried away in a wave of ecstasy. She stiffened and shook, and small noises escaped her lips.

Sam smiled, feeling her friend’s orgasm take her. She slowed, and then stopped licking her. Giving Jessica one more kiss on her clit, Sam moved up to lay beside the panting and sweaty Jessica. With a finger, Sam drew lines and circles over Jessica’s belly and watched the rise and fall of her chest slow as the girl calmed.

“Hey there,” Jessica said softly.

“Hey yourself.”

“That was so intense. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

“No, never,” Sam giggled as she leaned in and kissed Jessica.

Jess wrapped her arms around Sam and pulled her close. The two held each other, enjoying the feeling of their bodies touching.

“I am so happy, Sam. Don’t ever leave,” Jessica said, after a long period of silence.

Sam pushed herself up and looked at her lover. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said, as she brushed Jessica’s cheek with the back of her hand.

“What about after high school?”

“What about it?”

“What if we don’t go to the same college?” Concern was written all over Jessica’s face.

“Good god, Jess,” Sam chuckled. “That’s still three years away. We can worry about it then.”

“I know, but…”

Sam gave Jessica a quick kiss. “I think you could use some of that champagne,” she said, playfully poking Jess in the shoulder. Rolling off the bed, Sam headed out of the room. “I’ll be right back.”

Jessica watched Sam’s cute ass wiggling as she walked away. Smiling, she sighed and sat up, adjusting a pillow behind her. I’m in love with my best friend, and she loves me. Could I be any luckier? she asked herself.

Sam was soon back, carrying two flute glasses filled with bubbling amber liquid. She handed one to Jessica, then sat on the edge of the bed beside her.

The girls both looked at their glasses for a moment. “Have you ever drunk this stuff before?” Sam asked.

Jessica shook her head. “Uh-uh. You?”

“No.”

Shrugging, they clinked their glasses together, and each took a tentative sip. Pausing to process the taste, they found it to be not that vile. After each took another large swallow, they set the glasses down.

Sam crawled onto the bed beside Jessica and snuggled up to her. “Not too bad, I guess,” she said, smacking her lips as she pulled the covers up over them.

“I could live without it,” Jessica replied.

“So, no champagne at the wedding then?” Sam giggled.

“Wedding?” Jessica’s voice went up an octave as she stared wide-eyed.

Sam chuckled, then shrugged, “I thought, well, maybe after college. But, hey, if you’re not interested,” she teased.

“That sounds lovely. Except, like you said, college is still three years away. I don’t think we should be picking out china patterns just yet.”

The teens laughed and kissed and held each other. Soon, though, the excitement of the dance hall, the sex, and maybe the booze caught up with them and they drifted off to sleep.

For the next day and a half, the pair didn’t bother to get dressed at all, just frolicked around in the nude until they had made love in every room in the house at least once.

Summer vacation was only a week away, and they would spend every moment of it together. Their friendship and their love would continue to grow from the lessons they had learned and from the ones that were yet to be learned.

THE END

Author’s Note:

When I originally submitted “Lessons Learned” to Juicy Secrets for consideration, it ended after Chapter 2. It was actually a distraction for me, something to take my mind away from a much larger project I’m working on, since I was suffering from a bit of writer’s block at the time.

Thankfully my wonderful editor, Naughty Mommy, suggested I add more to the story to make it complete and not just a rub-off piece. I am happy she did.

In retrospect, some of the events in the expanded story do happen rather quickly, as some of my commenters have pointed out. I suppose I could have written even more, maybe from Jill’s perspective, exploring her emotional state. But anyway, I hope you still like this little “side project.”

 

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My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 17

  • Posted on October 21, 2017 at 10:09 am

By Purple Les

Siobhan was over on a cold February Saturday for a play date with me. Her mom, Jean, was chatting with my mom in the kitchen. At lunchtime, we ordered Chinese food and Mrs. Tran brought it over. She also brought her daughters, Mary and Lucy.

After lunch, us girls went up to my bedroom to play. Mrs. Tran said the restaurant was slow today and she stayed to hang out with my mom and Siobhan’s mom.

Lucy had just turned six. She was looking different every time I saw her. Lucy had grown a couple inches. Her tummy and most of her baby fat had vanished also. She looked sort of like a gymnast.

Mary and Siobhan were playing a very serious game of chess. Lucy was very happy playing with my toys.

I looked at Mary and Siobhan. Mary had on a tight turtle-neck shirt and black leggings and looked sexy to me like she always does, her long hair was in a ponytail.

Siobhan had on plaid slacks and a white sweater and looked real cute. I was bored and went downstairs to see what the grownups were doing.

Siobhan’s mom, Jean, was on the couch between my mom and Mary’s mom, Mrs. Tran. They all had wine. There were two wine bottles on the coffee table in front of them. One was empty, the other almost empty. There was a fire in the wood stove. It had got dark and gray outside and it felt cozy and warm in the living room.

Mom looked sleepy, but what surprised me the most was Jean and Mrs. Tran were talking to each other in French.

I sat in the easy chair, just looking and listening. Mom smiled at me and patted the couch next to her. So I went over and sat next to Mom.

“There, you see, Jean,” said Mrs. Tran, “maybe my English isn’t the best, but my French is perfect. I speak Vietnamese too, so I’m one up on you.”

Then Mrs. Tran kissed Jean. They knew I was there but didn’t seem to care. Jean’s sweater was open. She had on a red turtle-neck shirt and no bra. Her nipples were hard and huge and Mrs. Tran was playing with them.

Mrs. Tran was wearing a t-shirt and no bra either and me and Mom watched as Jean had her hand under Mrs. Tran’s shirt.

Jean broke the kiss with Mrs. Tran, she looked over at me and Mom and said, “Okay, nice, but I think we had better stop now.”

Mrs. Tran said, “What for Jean? It’s just getting good.”

Jean looked at Mrs. Tran, then moved her eyes in my direction and said, “I don’t think it’s appropriate, Grace, not with Katy right here.”

Mrs. Tran laughed and said, “Don’t be chicken, Jean. What you think our daughters are doing upstairs? They doing same as us, I bet. How ‘bout it, Katy? What they doing up there?”

“Aw, Siobhan and Mary are just playing chess and Lucy is playing with my toys.”

“You see, Grace. Perfectly innocent children,” said Jean.

“That’s all they do, Katy?” Mrs. Tran asked me.

“Yes,” I said, “except for the bet they made.”

“What’s the bet?” my mom asked.

“Um, well…” I wasn’t sure if I should say, Mom said it was okay to say, so I continued, “well, whoever loses the chess game has to strip bare naked and lick the winner’s pussy.”

Jean looked shocked and Mrs. Tran laughed and said, “I told you so, Jean. Just cause you didn’t do stuff as a little girl, doesn’t mean you didn’t think about it. Come on, tell us the truth.”

“Okay, but it’s just between us, no telling anyone, understand, Katy?”

I nodded my head and Mom said, “Katy never tells any secrets. Go on, Jean.”

“Well, in a nutshell, I was eleven, I was masturbating in my room, my eight-year-old sister walked in on me and from that day, till I went to college, we had sex.”

“Shucks, you not give us any hot details, Jean?” asked Mrs. Tran.

“Isn’t it enough you know I have an incestuous lesbian relationship?”

Mom, said, “Oh, ‘have’, not had? You and your sister still have sex?”

Jean looked at the floor and said, “Yes, whenever we see each other, which isn’t more than once or twice a year. Before you ask, yes, the subject of being children who had sex with each other and talking about having sex with young girls as a fantasy is our favorite sex turn on. There, I admit it.”

“It’s okay, Jean. My parents bring us up that way. Okay to have sex with my parents and brothers and sisters. Don’t be ashamed, it’s fine, as long as it’s loving and the kids understand and like what they do.” said Mrs. Tran.

“I must agree with Grace,” said my mom. “So, Jean, at age eleven, seeing your younger sister nude, having sex with her, imprinted something in you perhaps.”

“Perhaps.” said Jean, “Whatever the reason, young girls definitely cause a lust in me that I cannot pursue.”

“Of course you can pursue it, if you really want to.” Mrs. Tran said.

Mom nodded her head and said, “Oh, I very much agree with Grace. In fact, Jean, We’ve been talking about it with you for a few weeks now, haven’t we?”

Mrs. Tran and Jean both nodded, “Yes.”

“Jean, you’ve enjoyed having sex with Grace and me?”

“Very much,” said Jean

“And you very much love to hear about how we have sex with our daughters, don’t you?”

“I love it!” Jean said. Her face was all red and she was breathing hard.

“And, you enjoy hearing a fantasy about your own daughter, don’t you?” Asked my mom again, already knowing the answer, but Jean nodded, “Yes.”

“So,” continued Mom, “I think it’s time you at least stuck your big toe in the water, maybe get your feet wet, you know, so to speak.” Mom had me stand up. She put her arm around my waist and put her head next to my arm.

Then Mom said, “Katy, I’d like you to tell Jean a little bit about your sleepover here with Mary and Siobhan. Okay, angel?”

I looked at Mom, “You mean like the sex stuff?”

Mom smiled at me, “You’re a mind reader, Katy. Yes, the sex stuff. Tell Jean a little of what happened that night.”

I swallowed hard, looked at Mom, then at Mrs. Tran and Jean and started talking sort of slow and shy at first but I started talking too fast as I got going, because it was exciting to tell it to Jean.

“Um, well, Professor Edgeington,” that’s Jean’s name. Mom doesn’t like me to call grownups by their first names. “Me and Mary kissed in front of Siobhan. Then we let her watch us make out, ’cause she asked if she could and we liked it. Then me and Mary were super horny and we got naked and made out more and were playing with each other and stuff and then…”

“Katy…” interrupted Jean, “you and Mary were naked? Kissing and touching each other in front of Siobhan? How did she react? Was she okay with it?”

“Golly, she loved it. That’s why she wanted to join in. It was so fun when she got naked too. She’s real cute and she loved doing stuff. You should have heard the stuff she said when she had an orgasm. She…”

“Siobhan had an orgasm?” Jean interrupted again. “It was her idea to get naked with you and Mary?”

“Oh yeah, she wanted to learn how to kiss and lick pussy and everything.”

While we’d been talking Mrs. Tran had stood up and undressed. Now she had Jean stand up. Mrs. Tran started to pull down Jean’s pants and panties, while she did that Mom put a big towel on the couch and then Jean and Mrs. Tran sat back down and Mrs. Tran pulled Jean’s pants and panties the rest of the way off. Then Mrs. Tran pulled off Jean’s shirt.

It was so cool seeing Mary’s and Siobhan’s mom’s bare naked together. Mrs. Tran looked like an athlete. Jean looked softer, like she’d be fun to hug.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Jean said.

“This is nice, huh, Jean?” said Mrs. Tran. “You like little Katy seeing you naked, huh?”

“Oh my goodness, yes. I’m so wet, Grace.”

“Mm, oh, yeah? Let me see, huh.” Mrs. Tran, put her hand between Jean’s legs and said, “Wow, Jean, you not kidding.” Then she spread Jean’s legs apart and said, “Wow, Katy, look at this. Jean gets almost as wet as your mom, huh?”

I looked and saw a really hairy pussy. In between the hair, was a bright pink wet slit. It was so wet, the hair on either side of it had big wet spikes which framed her pussy.

“Golly! That’s really cool!” It really was too. It was neat seeing the moms naked. Oh, yeah, my mom had undressed too, but now I could see the good stuff. Jean was horny and I hoped I would get to touch her.

“When you were eleven and your sister caught you masturbating, were you nude, Jean?” Mom asked.

“Yes, I was.” Jean answered, she was staring at me and Mom now. “My little sister had her clothes on.”

My mom put her arm around me and said, “Did you see her nude that time, Jean? Or was it another time?”

“Yes, I saw her naked, for the first time ever. I guess maybe that sounds strange, but we didn’t… uh. We were very formal, I guess… she… um… I…”

“Go on, Jean, you can tell us..” Mrs. Tran said, as she played with Jean’s nipples and rubbed Jean’s wet pussy.

“She said, ‘I know what you’re doing, Jean.’ She told me she’d heard about that sort of stuff from other girls. Girls who had told her they’d done that, or seen their own big sisters do it.”

Jean swallowed hard and half closed her eyes, her voice got kind of low. She continued, “My sister wanted me to show her how, to let her watch me. I agreed. I pretended she wasn’t there at first. Then I was getting close to orgasm but couldn’t quite reach it. That’s when what I was doing came to me.”

“I was enjoying my sister watching me. I could tell she liked it too. She had her hands clenched between the top of her legs and I knew she was feeling something erotic by the look on her face. I asked her if she’d ever tried doing it. When she told me she did, I asked her to undress and show me. When I saw her nude and playing with herself, I… uh, I came.”

Mrs. Tran kissed Jean, then moved a little bit away from her and said, “Rub your pussy now, Jean. Pretend Katy’s your little sister. Or, even better, don’t pretend, just enjoy doing it in front of a little girl. Katy, you like watching don’t you?”

“Yeah, I sure do!”

Jean started to play with her pussy. She looked at Mrs. Tran and my mom, then she looked at me and was rubbing faster.

“Why, Jean, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Mom said, “that’s one of the reasons Grace and I love you. Now, would you like to see a nude, nine-year-old girl right in front of you for real? Not like the pictures and videos we’ve shown you, but for real? That’s right, Jean, it’s really going to happen.”

Jean moaned and her hand moved faster.

Mom pulled my shirts off over my head and then I kissed Mom. One of those real sloppy, wet kisses, where you can hardly keep your tongues in your mouth. Jean moaned again and her hand was moving at the speed of light.

As Mom pulled down my jeans and panties. Jean stuck all her fingers of one hand in her pussy and her other hand moved all over the top of her pussy faster than the Flash.

“Oh, Mom, Professor Edgeington. I gotta… uh, please let me lick you, Professor, please!”

Mom and Mrs. Tran each gently took one of Jean’s arms and held her. I got on my knees and looked at Jean’s soaking wet pussy, then I ran my tongue all over it and Mom and Mrs. Tran had to hold Jean’s legs steady too.

I put all my fingers of one hand in her pussy, I spread the top of her pussy open with my other and got my lips and tongue busy all over her clit. Mom and Mrs. Tran really had to hold Jean down and Jean broke the 3rd commandment over and over. She may have broke the seventh too, but I’m not sure if you have sex with other women, if it’s really cheating on your husband or not.

After Jean calmed back down some, we all sat on the couch and just kind of cuddled and hugged and stuff like that.

Jean mostly said stuff, like, “I can’t believe it, it’s wonderful, I love you all,” and she went on and on like that, just like her daughter had when she’d come.

Then we heard someone coming down the stairs from my bedroom. Jean was scared, but Mrs. Tran said, “Don’t worry, Jean, it’s okay.”

Lucy walked in the living room and looked at three naked women, two of whom she’d seen naked before, so she naturally looked at Jean the most. Lucy said, “You’re all naked!” Then she asked, “Did I miss feel goods, Mommy?”

“No, not at all, Lucy,” said Mrs. Tran to her baby daughter, “you’re just in time. Take off all your clothes too and Jean will give you your feel good.”

Mrs. Tran whispered in Jean’s ear, while Jean stared at the little girl quickly undressing in front of her.

Lucy stood naked in front of Jean, and then Mrs. Tran helped Lucy stand on the couch, so that her little bare slit was right by Jean’s mouth.

“Like this, Jean.” Mrs. Tran said, as she began to lick her daughter’s pussy.

Then Mrs. Tran had Jean take over and within minutes, Mom was holding Lucy in place while Lucy left her little girl cum on Jean’s face.

We took turns in the bathroom and then Mrs. Tran told Lucy to go up stairs to see who was winning the chess game. Lucy asked if she should dress and Mrs. Tran told her to go up naked and just see real quick and then come back here.

Lucy was back in a few moments.

“Well, what did you see?” Mrs. Tran asked. “Are they naked?”

“No!” said Lucy, who sounded disappointed that they had been dressed still. “They’re just sitting like this,” and she sat crossed legged on the floor, put her elbows on her knees, her hands under her chin and made her face frown. “They didn’t even notice I was naked.”

“Who was winning?” I asked.

Lucy looked at me like I was the stupidest thing on earth, shrugged her shoulders hard and said, “How would I know?”

We all got dressed, but very slowly. Jean was really enjoying seeing me and Lucy naked. I know because she said so. In fact she said, “Let’s all us adults frig each other while we watch Lucy and Katy kiss and touch. Okay, everyone?”

We all agreed and the grownups came again watching me and Lucy do stuff. Me and Lucy liked it too.

“Go, check again upstairs, Lucy.” Mrs. Tran told her daughter.

This time when Lucy came back with her report, we were told by her, “They’re both naked and doing this.” Lucy put one index finger over the other and then moved her tongue back and forth, from one side to the other.

“They’re doing a sixty-nine,” laughed Mrs. Tran.

“Who’s on top?” I asked.

“Siobhan,” Lucy replied, “I could see all her stuff,” Lucy added with a smile.

“Let’s all clean up and get dressed now,” Mom said.

We all agreed and really did get dressed this time.

Shortly after, Mary and Siobhan came downstairs and into the living room. Siobhan had her clothes on, but Mary, well, all she was wearing were her glasses and the hair band for her pony tail. We all stared.

“Mary! Why are you all naked?” Asked Mrs. Tran.

“I lost a bet, Mom. I have to be naked till we go home,” Mary said, like her mom had just asked how the weather was or something.

Jean was almost drooling. It seemed funny to me, that with all of us dressed and Mary naked, she was super sexy. She acted just like she would have with clothes on, but none of us could stop looking at her. I thought maybe we’d get to have more sex.

Mrs. Tran’s cell phone rang and after she finished talking, she said, “Okay, we have to go back to work now. Mary, go get dressed.”

I followed Mary up to my bedroom. I watched her dress and then we kissed and went back downstairs.

Everyone left and me and Mom had the lunch leftovers for dinner.

After that, we snuggled naked in Mom’s bed and read dirty stories at Juicy Secrets, till we were both so horny we had to stop and make each other come. Mom let me sleep with her.

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What Do You Want?

  • Posted on October 20, 2017 at 11:03 am

By Shay

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

The room was softly lit, like a church. Candles flickered on every surface. Mirrors reflected their yellow glow. Sandalwood incense burned and the fragrant smoke coiled up towards the high ceiling. It was warm, yes, quite warm.

Carolyn sat on a wide sofa in the middle of the room. It faced large oaken double doors with gleaming golden handles, which, as they reflected the candle flames, seemed almost to be made of fire themselves.

Next to Carolyn on the couch was her older sister Janet. You would not have guessed that they were sisters unless you looked into their eyes. In their eyes were vines and parrots, pools and wings; tigers crept in those eyes and waterfalls fell to earth. These were eyes that could stop your heart — or start it again.

Carolyn sat silently, occasionally chewing her lip. When she did this, Janet watched her silently. Janet, two years older and dark as a winter night. Like falling through the ice at midnight — if you touched her, she would touch you back, touch you in a way that you would never forget.

She watched Carolyn, thirty minutes short of her twenty-first birthday. Golden-maned Carolyn, bright as the sun on a lifeboat, bright enough to induce thirst and madness. Carolyn, tawny as a caramel candy, Carolyn, carrier of her mother’s beauty. You could die with her name on your lips and never know why. Carolyn, whose night this would be.

Two women sitting side by side on a sofa in a softly lit room; one having passed this way before, yet utterly unable to guide, and the other about to pass through an experience that would cleanse or destroy her.

Twenty minutes. Fifteen. A clock chimed the quarter hour. Janet reached across and squeezed her sister’s hand. Still, they were silent. That is to say, no words passed between them.

At twelve minutes to the hour, a sudden shiver passed up Carolyn’s slender body like a bird on an updraft. She took a deep breath and waited.

At two minutes before twelve, Janet stirred. Without letting go of her sister’s hand, she leant across and touched her delicate jawline. Their eyes met. Janet looked away for a moment and then kissed Carolyn on the lips, very softly and a bit longer than she ever had before.

Before Carolyn could recover from her surprise, her older sister had stood and, without a word or a backward glance, disappeared out of a side door, her steps muffled on the thick dark green carpeting.

Carolyn could feel her heart beating. She could feel her sister’s kiss on her lips. The room was warm, so very warm. And then it was midnight.

The clock chimed twelve and a handsome man in a tuxedo opened the double doors and walked towards Carolyn. He offered his hand and she took it. He led her to the open doors and to the moment she had come here tonight to meet.

The handsome man smiled enigmatically, and not unkindly, as he escorted her up to, but not through the doors.

“Stop,” she whispered, and did, stock still as a deer in the forest, sensing the wolf. She removed her pretty hand from his arm.

“It’s all right—” he began but she cut him off.

“I want…”

“This is not the time for—” but again she sliced through his words.

“…a woman. I want a woman.” She turned her tiger eyes on him and he simply nodded and left the room.

Carolyn held perfectly still, straining for any sound. She was aware of her own breathing, regular but with a slight ripple in it.

And then she appeared. A tall blonde woman in a green dress. She wore diamonds on her ears and hands. She was regal.

“I am Marlene,” she said simply, in a low and sensual voice.

The smallest of smiles appeared at the corners of Carolyn’s mouth, the lips her sister had kissed turning up in a subtle but unmistakable expression of small triumph. The two women closed the doors behind them and walked down a hallway.

*****

Marlene gave Carolyn a look which invited, commanded her to follow. She did, willingly. As Marlene walked, the green dress hugged her generous hips like a wave over a mermaid’s tail. Carolyn watched, as if transfixed by tides. Her feet carried her without thinking. The woman’s body was fragrant with night-blooming Jasmine. Carolyn wanted to bury her face in her. And still, it seemed so warm.

They came to a doorway and her beautiful guide opened the door and waited for Carolyn to precede her into the room. A bedroom. The woman’s gown was low cut and her breasts were smooth and perfect. Carolyn blinked, then looked away. She had never been with a woman. Not like this.

And yet, that was the entire point. This was her Midnight, the experience every woman must have on the night of her twenty-first birthday. The choice to be made. Many choices. Choices which would reverberate through the rest of her life. Choices she must make… soon.

Marlene stood before her at the foot of the large bed. She ran her fingers through Carolyn’s long blonde hair. For several minutes she did this, almost as if calming a nervous mare. Then, at last—without stopping the stroking of her hands in Carolyn’s hair, she leant forward until the younger woman could feel her sweet breath on her face. Marlene searched her eyes with her own green ones, the green of a siren sea.

Then her cheek was touching Carolyn’s, feather soft. And still, her gentle breath on her skin. Still, the gentle stroking of fingers through her hair. And then… kisses, light as petals falling on her cheeks, next to her eyes… her forehead… soft lips on her closed eyes… and at last, settling on her lips like a perfect wordless phrase. Like music.

Carolyn had never been kissed this way. At least, not until just before the double doors had opened. What had…? But her thoughts melted away as Marlene’s kisses took her over. Marlene caught Carolyn’s lower lip gently between her teeth and then released. Then she kissed her over and over, unbearably gently, in a sensual allegro.

A little cry escaped her when Marlene’s tongue slipped into her mouth, like an angel folding her wings, like a succubus priming a sleeper. And still, softly, still so sweet.

Carolyn’s legs were getting weak and without realizing it she clung to Marlene for support, even as Marlene herself weakened her, made her pliable, dizzy with delight.

And then Marlene’s small hand grasped a handful of golden hair and held it, making Carolyn cant her head to the side. Marlene’s green eyes glowed and she smiled like a jaguar.

“Carolyn… what do you want?”

But before the blonde young woman could gather her wits, just as she opened her mouth to say, What? Marlene’s hungry mouth covered hers again and Carolyn’s knees buckled. Marlene smoothly laid her on the bed and then lay atop her, never breaking the kiss.

The easy weight of this woman’s body on hers felt delicious to Carolyn. Nothing at all like a man. Marlene’s kisses were demanding, yes, but with the sense of having the perfect right to demand. Marlene’s breasts, the same fine breasts that Carolyn had admired before, were now pressed to her own as Marlene’s tongue and lips explored hers.

So delicious, thought Carolyn, so marvelous to feel another woman against me. Her fullness, her softness, her knowing. Oh yes.

Marlene drew back and searched Carolyn’s eyes before lowering her lovely face again and using her left hand to firmly move Carolyn’s head to the side.

“What do you want?” she whispered, her breath warm in Carolyn’s ear just before Marlene’s tongue smoothly followed her words and Carolyn moaned beneath her. Marlene tongued and sucked her lover’s ears until the girl was squirming underneath her and moaning out her pleasure.

“What… do… you… want?” she asked again, letting her hands caress Carolyn’s breasts, her thumbs rolling across her nipples through her dress.

“I want to undress you.”

And with that, Marlene smiled and slowly released her prey and stood next to the bed. “Why don’t you, then?”

Carolyn got to her knees on the bed and gently turned Marlene around. She ran her hands over the bare skin, so smooth, so welcoming. She licked her lips without realizing that she was, and took the tiny green zipper in her hand and drew it down. The dress fell to either side, parting like a curtain when a play begins. She ran her hand over the beautiful exposed skin and was rewarded with the sensual sound of Marlene’s husky purr.

“You remind me of…” began Carolyn in a distracted voice.

“Of who, sweetheart?”

Carolyn shook her lovely head. “Of — of no one.”

In an instant Marlene’s hand was softly but firmly gripping Carolyn’s throat, then slowly stroking downward, lightening its pressure.

“Don’t lie,” warned Marlene.

“I’m sorry.”

Marlene shook her head slowly. “No, precious, tonight isn’t about me. This is your Midnight.” She trailed her perfect fingernail down Carolyn’s arm. “What you embrace or deny tonight is forever. People used to waste their lives agonizing over their secrets, the guilts, their hidden desires. That’s not for you, precious. Don’t lie to yourself. Don’t hide from yourself. I am only the canvas you will paint your desires on tonight. Your Midnight.” And with that, Marlene let her beautiful green dress fall like an outdated notion, and smiled as Carolyn reached out to touch her perfect, full breasts.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want these,” replied the younger woman eagerly as the shared sound of their soft laughter filled the air.

Marlene took Carolyn’s hands. “Touch them.” And she did, feeling their perfect lovely femaleness in her hands. So full, so sexy, so inviting. She caressed them and watched, fascinated, as Marlene’s large dark nipples puckered and stood up under Carolyn’s feminine touch. Marlene tilted her head back and sighed.

For the first time in her life, Carolyn bent down and took another woman’s luscious breast in her mouth. Could anything ever feel so heavenly? She instinctively knew exactly what to do as her pretty cheeks hollowed and she greedily enjoyed what Marlene was offering her.

“That’s right,” cooed Marlene, once again stroking the beautiful blonde mane of her younger lover. “Take what you want. Yes baby, mmmm, that feels so good.”

Carolyn sucked on each of Marlene’s nipples almost until they hurt, first surrounding each one with her soft lips and then gently pulling on them with her perfect teeth. Having teased them erect, she sucked them deeply until finally letting go with a sexy wet pop.

“So beautiful,” Marlene sighed. “You’ve never made love to another woman’s breasts before, have you, precious?”

“No,” Carolyn admitted while covering the curve of Marlene’s left breast with adoring kisses and laying her face against the hard nipple.

“But you’ve wanted to,” Marlene urged.

“Yes,” confessed Carolyn as her blonde hair fell over the smooth skin of Marlene’s shoulders, and she kissed her shoulders, her throat, her upper arms. “For a long time.” Marlene was not asking this time, her voice confident and sure as her hands explored and caressed Carolyn. Busy, happy Carolyn.

“Sweetheart,” whispered Marlene through her heightening pleasure. “What else have you been wanting?”

With that, Carolyn, gently rolled Marlene onto her stomach on the bed and feasted her eyes on Marlene’s ample, curvy, wonderful ass. The ass she’d been admiring all the way down the hall. But this time she was looking at bare flesh. Running her hands over the gorgeous soft swells. Her cheeks. Her lips.

Marlene moaned and lifted her ass in the air a bit, resting her head on her elbows with her eyes closed.

“Don’t deny yourself, precious,” she purred.

Carolyn didn’t intend to. She gasped with pleasure as she explored Marlene’s sexy hips and covered her rounded loveliness with kisses. She gently parted them and kissed and licked her intimately relished Marlene’s loud moans of pleasure as she did. Carolyn traced her fingertips over Marlene’s labia lips as she licked the woman’s anus as if she were starving, her urgent sounds of desire muffled against the flesh she was busy worshiping.

She ducked her head down to lick Marlene’s vulva — her very first taste of another woman — and a sweet shock ran through her entire body, a realization of the arousing combination of sexy familiarity and otherness, the pure delicious scent and taste of femaleness.

Marlene maneuvered them so that she was straddling the very willing younger woman, her blonde hair spread out around her lovely face.

“Yes, baby,” purred Marlene as she slowly lowered herself onto her eager lover. “What do you want? My pussy? My cunt, is that what you want?”

But Carolyn couldn’t answer. She could only barely breathe. And she was in heaven as Marlene smothered her in what she wanted.

Carolyn wrapped her hands around Marlene’s generous hips and moaned into her marvelous wetness with unfettered desire. She simply couldn’t get enough of this woman’s pussy, her aroma, her heat, her depths, her slick arousal. She felt a deep thrill as she had the thought, this is the most womanly thing I have ever done.

She felt as though she could climax herself, from pleasuring Marlene. And when Marlene reached casually back and began fingering her, she did exactly that.

*****

“Tell me,” whispered Marlene as they lay kissing afterwards. Carolyn tasted of pussy, was marked by pussy, drenched with Marlene’s scent, as if Marlene were some magnificent female animal.

“Tell me, Carolyn,” Marlene urged softly, “who was it I reminded of you of?” She stroked Carolyn’s warm side, just under her ribs, “when you were walking behind me… when you were taking off my dress… I saw it in your eyes even before you told me. Who was it, precious, who were you remembering when you adored my ass… when you lost yourself in my cunt? Who? Tell me.”

Carolyn thought of all the times she had admired, envied, and yes, desired the woman who she had grown to resemble. She blushed, and her first instinct was to keep it from Marlene, even from herself, but then she remembered Marlene’s firm hand at her tender throat, and the wise words she had spoken. This is your Midnight.

“I was remembering my mother, ” she said softly in Marlene’s ear. “My mother,” she whispered again, finding a new pleasure in the words themselves.

Marlene kissed Carolyn again and murmured, “I know, precious. And did you want her to kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“And… did you want her to come to your bed and lay down next to you? Did you want her to make love to you?”

“Yessss, ” Carolyn answered through rising arousal.

“Of course you did, precious. How lovely, how beautiful.”

Marlene gently rolled over on top of Carolyn and moved her thigh up between her silken smooth legs while moving gently atop the younger female.

“What else, precious? There is more. More even than this.”

“Y-yes.” It was getting hard for Carolyn to think to respond in any way but a physical way. Something was breaking down within her, some useless barrier, and the remains of it were fueling a passion that was rising quickly within her.

“What do you want, sweetheart? Who do you want? Even more than the glorious woman you’ve been confessing to me about? Who speaks straight to your heart?”

Marlene had slipped her hand down to Carolyn’s wetness and she was fingering her expertly as she gently moved on her and inflamed the young woman with her words.

“I…I don’t—” Carolyn faltered.

“Tell me what you see… what you feel… in your heart and mind at this very moment, precious Carolyn. Tell me. Tell me while I’m fucking you. So sweet, so good. Yes, Carolyn, tell me what you see. What you want.”

Carolyn was trying to match her lover’s rhythm, and had her arms hooked up and around Marlene’s back with her fingers spread across Marlene’s shoulders, as if she were trying to hold on to something solid in a rushing current.

“I feel… Mom’s hand on the back of my head… in my hair….”

“Yes, baby… that’s right…tell me.”

“She’s—” Carolyn bit her lips and trembled as her pleasure became almost unbearable, her self control a memory as Marlene’s body and skillful fingers pushed her ever higher.

“She wants… she wants me to kiss…”

“Yes…?”

“She wants…”

“You want—”

“I want to kiss Janet! I want Janet!” Carolyn wrapped her legs around Marlene and bucked beneath her in a beautiful fury of joy.

As her orgasm overwhelmed her, Carolyn screamed, “I want my sister! I want her, ohhhhhh Janet, I love you, I love you….”

Her words, torn from the depths of her heart and desires, were shouted out in the same cadence as the delicious rolling orgasm that was seemingly tearing her apart.

“I want Janet,” she panted helplessly, broken and yet more whole than she had ever been. “I want my sister.”

Marlene propped herself on her hands and smiled down at Carolyn, laughing warmly.

“Yes, you do,” she said in a honeyed voice.

In the morning, after the two women had left each other’s embrace, after they had dressed; just a bare moment before Carolyn’s Midnight was over, Marlene took the younger woman in her arms one last time and stroked her beautiful blonde hair.

Smiling into her eyes, she said, “Precious? There’s something I didn’t tell you.”

Carolyn looked up at Marlene quizzically as she stood in her arms near the unmade bed.

“What I didn’t tell you was that two years ago, another young woman told me of her desire. A desire so very similar to your own.” Marlene kissed Carolyn on the lips, ran her hand up and down her bare arm and spoke one last time before they parted.

“That woman’s name was Janet. And she’s waiting right outside the door for you, to take you home.”

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Two Moms, Chapter 17

  • Posted on October 19, 2017 at 6:29 am

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning I woke up in Jessica’s bed. This was only the second time I’d ever done that — but it was the first time I’d done it after having sex! And I mean sex — not just kissing or masturbating together, but real, actual sex! With my very own girlfriend! I had a girlfriend, and I was in love! There was even a big sign on the wall that said so!!

As you can tell, I was thinking in italics and exclamation points that morning. Jess was still snoozing beside me, snoring actually, and so I just lay there naked in her bed, feeling very pleased with myself, smiling like a silly goose. I thought about all the stuff we’d done the night before, about the wonderful dinner, about Freja being so hot, and about licking Jessica’s pussy and having her lick mine.

Thinking about that didn’t turn me on as much as it just made me unbelievably happy, so happy that I laughed out loud. Luckily, that didn’t wake Jess. She was a pretty heavy sleeper. It was still a few minutes before 9:00, and I knew she usually liked to sleep late. So, after lying there a little longer with my hands behind my head, looking up at the ceiling and grinning, I got up and went to the bathroom. Then I just walked slowly around the room for a couple of minutes, replaying everything in my mind, visualizing the two of us on the bed, our bodies glowing in the candlelight, having hot sex.

Now I was getting turned on. I stood beside the bed, nude, gazing at Jess, and started rubbing my clit. I remembered what it was like to look at her up close, seeing every detail of her beautiful pussy, how wonderful she smelled and tasted, licking her everywhere, and then actually sticking my tongue inside, fucking her with my tongue! And then I remembered that while I was doing that, I’d also thought about doing it with my own mother, tongue-fucking my mom!!

With all these delicious sexy thoughts in my head, it didn’t take long until I felt that swirling, tingling magic from deep inside, the surge of an impending orgasm. I didn’t want to wake Jess, but I also didn’t want to stop masturbating — so I kept on rubbing myself and just tried to stay quiet as well as I could.

I thought of Jess, how much I loved her. I looked up at the poster on the wall, proclaiming her undying love for me. I remembered Freja’s nude body bending in so close to me at dinner, her stiff nipples brushing my shoulder. And once again I recalled the crazy fantasy of eating my mother’s pussy, fucking her with my tongue. And then I came.

 

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Nora woke up first. She smiled to herself as she looked to the side and saw Karen sleeping soundly, the sheets just above her waist, small breasts slowly rising and falling as she breathed. Closing her eyes, Nora inhaled deeply, tasting the faint scent of perfume, of pussy, of aroused feminine bodies.

With her eyes still closed, she thought about the kids, their daughters. Was it really true what Karen had said, that the girls were lovers? Nora had fantasized about that plenty of times, wondering if it could be true, and certainly hoping that it was. It was just too delicious to imagine them together, those soft little bodies, their beautiful young faces, kissing and touching, a pair of twelve-year-olds doing everything with one another.

Mmm, yes… so exciting to picture that. Nora reached down between her legs. Ouch! Her pussy was sore, very sore — but this time, for once, it wasn’t because she’d overdone it with masturbation.

That made her smile again. How many mornings had she awoken to find her sex painful to the touch, tender and sensitive from overuse? It seemed to happen at least once a week if not more often. Karen had talked of being addicted to masturbation, and now Nora wondered if she might be too. She certainly did it enough. But then, Karen claimed she had to come many times every day, fifteen or twenty times! Nora couldn’t match that number, not even close.

She took her hand away from her pussy, brought it to her face. Her fingers smelled like sex. No surprise there, since she’d fucked Karen over and over again with that hand, bringing the woman repeatedly to orgasm. Not to mention all the times she’d licked her, or they’d tribbed. The amazingly hot sex had gone on for hours, as if once they’d started neither one of them wanted to stop.

Nora hadn’t had a lovemaking experience like that in… well, she’d never had an experience like that. This was a first. What made it even better was that it wasn’t only lust she felt for Karen, but love, deep romantic love. Though they’d known each other only a few months, Nora was convinced that this was real, a feeling that would last a very long time.

Once again she smiled. She turned on her side, toward Karen, scooting close to her, laying a hand softly on her cheek. She tenderly kissed the other cheek, then kissed her lips. Like the Prince(ss) kissing Sleeping Beauty, awakening her, Nora kissed Karen again, harder this time, pressing their lips together.

Karen stirred. Her eyes blinked open. She smiled at the beautiful woman kissing her.

 

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I came pretty hard, standing by the bed, rubbing my clit, looking at Jess. But I managed to stay fairly quiet, and she didn’t wake up. Except now I wanted her to. One orgasm hadn’t satisfied me. I wanted more, but I wanted them with her, with my lover, my girlfriend.

I walked around the bed to the other side, closer to her. She was lying on her back, the covers just below her chin. Pushing two fingers between my pussy lips, down to my slippery center, I got them nice and juicy. Then I placed the wet fingers beneath Jessica’s nose. I rubbed them there, under her nose, and on her lips. Dipping back inside for another gob of my goo, I rubbed more of it all around Jessica’s mouth.

This felt really kinky, even dirty, and I loved doing it. It turned me on so much, in fact, that after the third dip I had to have a taste. I brought the dripping fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean as I gazed at Jessica. She was still sleeping, but now her lips gleamed with my pussy juice.

God, it was so exciting. I felt my clit throbbing, tingling. I knew I could come again pretty soon if I wanted to, just by rubbing myself. But that’s not what I wanted.

I slowly drew the covers down, exposing her chest, her lovely little boobies. After pushing my fingers back inside for a fourth time, getting them all wet and sticky, I brought them out and spread some of my moisture on my girlfriend’s puffy nipples. She appeared to respond to this, more than she had when I touched her mouth. She wiggled just a bit, and moaned in her sleep. I squeezed her nipples, first one, then the other, and then I climbed into the bed.

Pushing the covers lower, almost to her knees, I straddled Jess and leaned down to lick her nipples. She wriggled again, and sort of mumbled something. Her hands came up toward her face. I continued licking her nipples, going back and forth between them, flicking my tongue over the tips. They were swelling, getting stiff.

Doing this with her really turned me on. I reached a hand down between my legs to rub myself as I took a little boob into my mouth and started sucking her nipple. I heard Jess groan, then sigh, then saw her lick her lips. Her eyes were still closed. I sucked her nipple harder.

She covered her face with her hands. “Mmm,” she moaned loudly. And then she said, “Don’t stop.”

“Okay,” I giggled. “I won’t.”

My sexy naked girlfriend opened her eyes and smiled at me.

 

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Karen turned toward Nora, taking the woman in her arms and kissing her mouth. For several minutes they made out, holding one another, warmly caressing, kissing wetly, humping and moaning. Then Nora pulled back.

“Hey, um… I, I want to say something, okay?”

“Sure, what is it?” asked Karen.

“Well, it’s just, after I woke up this morning, I did a lot of thinking. And I realized that, um, that last night I was kind of holding back. Not sexually, of course…”

They both laughed, and Karen gave Nora another kiss. Certainly neither of them had held anything back the previous night. Their lovemaking was wildly energetic and highly adventurous and had gone on for a very long time.

“But, I mean,” Nora continued, “I did hold back a little bit emotionally. You know, how I kept saying it was too soon and we should take it slow.”

“I know,” Karen nodded. “But it’s all right, I understand.”

“Well, except I’ve changed my mind. I, I really want to say it now.”

She paused, looking deeply into Karen’s eyes.

Suddenly Karen teared up. A sob caught in her throat. She knew what was coming, though she could barely believe it. By this time in her life, she’d almost convinced herself that she would never truly fall in love, never find a soulmate. And then she’d met Nora.

The sob burst out. Karen hugged her lover close, burying her face in her shoulder, tears flowing as she blubbered, “Oh, Nora… oh Nora…!”

Nora waited, patiently holding the woman, gently stroking her back and kissing her hair while she cried. After a minute or so, Karen did her best to compose herself, taking a couple of deep breaths and wiping her eyes with a hand.

Finally, she looked up. “I’m sorry. Go on.”

Again Nora paused, allowing the special moment the time it deserved. They gazed at one another. Nora leaned in and gave Karen a tender kiss on the lips. Then she softly intoned, “I love you.”

It was the first time she’d said this. Karen had been far more impetuous with her emotions and her pronouncements, while Nora had, as she’d admitted, been somewhat restrained. But now she was on the record.

She said it again, with more emphasis. “I love you, Karen. I love you, and… I want to be with you. Forever.”

“Oh!” Karen hugged Nora tightly, whispering in her ear, “Yes, forever… I love you too.”

 

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I got down between Jessica’s spread legs, looking at her pussy. In the bright morning light, I could see everything better. I couldn’t believe how delicious she looked. Again I was convinced, as I’d assured myself the night before, that I really was a lesbian. There was no doubt about it — I wanted pussy and nothing else. I loved pussy!

With a happy giggle, I started kissing and licking, sucking and tonguing. I pushed my face in, devouring her sex, tasting her, eating her. I felt her hands holding my head, pulling me in. “Yeah, yeah,” she moaned, “fuck yeah.”

Jess was moving, lifting her hips, shoving her pussy into my mouth. It got kind of hard to hold on, keeping my mouth in her slit, but with my arms wrapped tightly around her thighs and with her firm grip on my head, somehow I managed. I just kept licking and sucking, tasting her pussy juice, inhaling her sexy scent, loving the feel of her delicious hot wetness all around me, coating my cheeks and filling my mouth.

My own pussy was practically screaming to be touched. I was so incredibly turned on, as excited as I’d ever been, but I didn’t dare let go of her. I squeezed my thighs together and humped the sheets, doing what I could to pleasure myself while still eating Jessica.

Then she came. I felt her whole body shudder, I heard a deep groan, and I tasted an extra spurt of her gooey juices. She shivered under me, grunting with each spasm of her climax. Now that she was there, I took the opportunity to reach down fast with one hand and massage my aching clit.

It didn’t take long at all. While Jess was still in the middle of her orgasm, I came too, frantically rubbing myself. We came together.

 

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After Karen’s bout of crying such happy tears, and after Nora’s declaration of undying love, the two moms simply relaxed with each other, lying on their backs side by side in bed, smiling and breathing, enjoying their romantic intimacy.

Then Karen slid a hand down between her legs, stroking herself.

“Let’s masturbate together, okay?” she grinned. “I really want to come.”

“Okay, sure,” Nora chuckled. “I’d like that.”

“Tell me about, um, tell me about the kind of pictures you have,” Karen said. “You know, on your computer.”

“Oh, those pictures,” said Nora, comically widening her eyes, leering at Karen. “You mean the ones I have of naked girls? Of underage girls, with no boobs yet and no pubic hair?”

“Uh-huh, exactly. Those pictures. Tell me about the ones you like the best.”

“Well, I like them all, of course. But I think the ones I like most are when the little girls, still so young, as I said, with their pussies completely smooth and hairless, yet they’re obviously turned on, sexually excited. You can tell by how wet they are.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. It’s just so fucking hot to see that. A little girl, maybe only nine or ten or eleven years old, with her legs spread wide, and her smooth pink pussy lips all wet and gooey.”

Describing this was making Nora excited as well. Although she definitely was sore from all the activity of the previous evening, that didn’t prevent her from becoming aroused while informing Karen in lurid detail about those illicit pornographic photo sets that had made her come so many times, over and over again.

Nora felt an orgasm beginning to build as she massaged her swollen clit. She shifted closer to Karen, laying one leg over hers. “In some of them,” she said, “in some of the pictures, the girls are holding their pussies open with their fingers, and you can look right inside. It’s so damn hot.”

“God, yeah, it is,” Karen panted. Then suddenly she exclaimed, “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!”

She wasn’t quite there yet herself, but it thrilled Nora to watch Karen climax, the sexy slim body writhing next to her, eyes tightly shut, mouth open and wet, her chest rising and falling, erect nipples standing tall.

“Don’t stop,” Nora urged. “Make yourself come again. Just keep going, it turns me on!”

Karen didn’t really need much encouragement. Multiple climaxes were the norm for her when masturbating. She would often come six or seven times in a row, riding the wave.

Nora could hear Karen’s fingers moving inside her cunt, the wet slapping sound of a woman fucking herself. She smelled her arousal, the delicious scent of pussy, of both their pussies, filling the room.

And when, less than a minute later, Karen grunted, “I — unh — now!” as her second orgasm arrived, Nora felt that wonderful surge coming up from within her center, and she too went over the top.

 

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“Are you hungry?” asked Jess. “God, I’m starved. Let’s go get breakfast, okay?”

“Okay, sure,” I giggled. Although I didn’t really feel especially hungry, I didn’t mind at all. I just wanted be with Jessica, with my beautiful girlfriend, doing whatever made her happy.

We hopped out of bed, cleaned ourselves up in the bathroom, then quickly got dressed and went downstairs. Freja wasn’t around. I guess she had the day off or something. But both Sophie and Margaret were there. Neither one was naked, like Freja had been the night before, though Sophie did have a real short skirt on, which was nice.

And Margaret, wow! She wasn’t in a chef uniform that morning, just regular clothing, slacks and a sweater. Except the sweater was super tight and she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. She smiled and told us to sit down, then brought us glasses of juice, her huge boobs swaying and jiggling, hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her sweater.

She set down the juice and gave us both hugs, really tight hugs. I almost smothered when Margaret wrapped her arms around me and kissed the top of my head, my face mashed between those two gigantic boobs. Not that I minded, of course.

 

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“Whew…” said Karen, wiping beads of perspiration off her face with sticky fingers. She’d just finished giving herself another orgasm, which made four in a row. “So good. I really needed that.”

“That’s the same thing you said last night in the car,” noted Karen with a chuckle. “How much you needed it.”

“Well, yeah, it’s true. I mean, I just have to come. I can’t go more than a couple hours without it. Unless I’m sleeping — and even then, a lot of times I’ll wake up at night and rub one off, then go back to sleep.”

“Wow…”

“Yeah, I’m addicted. Totally.”

Karen turned on her side toward Nora, propping herself on an elbow. “And you know,” she smiled, “I’m so glad you’re okay with it, with all that stuff I admitted to you, about me being addicted to masturbation, and, um, you know, how I’ve done it in front of Lia, and Jessica too, of course. I was kinda worried, and I’m so glad you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. Not one bit. It turns me on.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty hot. We should try it together sometime.”

“Yes, we should,” agreed Nora, feeling a fresh tingle of arousal as she contemplated masturbating in front of her twelve-year-old daughter.

Karen went on, “And, and also, god, it’s just so great that we like the same things. That we both like little girls, sexy naked little girls. Plus, of course, that we both get so excited about mothers and daughters doing it together, moms and their sweet young girls, having sex. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come while I’ve fantasized about doing it with Jess, sitting on her pretty face, watching as she licks my pussy. Jeez, I almost go out of my mind when I think about that.”

By now, Karen was rubbing herself again, which certainly did not surprise Nora. What did surprise her was that she feeling ready too. She slid a hand down, and then — “Ow!” she winced. “Damn, I’m sore. But, what the hell, I think I can probably come just one more time, and I really want to.”

She leaned in close and kissed Karen’s mouth. Their hot breath mingled as they talked dirty to one another and played with themselves.

It turned out Nora was wrong. It’s true that she was able to bring herself to one more orgasm while kissing Karen and masturbating. But then, after that, she enjoyed two additional climaxes when Karen went down on her… her lips and tongue nibbling oh so tenderly at Nora’s clit and a well-lubricated finger tickling just at the opening of her vagina.

In the end, as she lay in bed with Karen, amid tangled sheets that were damp with sweat and fragrant with pussy juice, Nora decided she had to be the happiest person in the world, madly in love with a beautiful sexy woman who shared her secret forbidden obsessions, all her deepest darkest desires. It was a dream come true!

Carry on to Chapter 18!

 

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Her Last Touch

  • Posted on October 18, 2017 at 6:25 am

By Marie Marshall

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

“When’s your flight?” I asked quietly, standing before my sister, hands awkwardly clasped behind me.

Helen shrugged. “Tomorrow morning – I forget what time. The taxi will be here at some ungodly hour.” She looked listlessly at her luggage, flicked at the catch on her case, then glanced up at me, a slight frown on her face.

“This time tomorrow, I’ll be in Canada,” she said. “You’ll finally be rid of me.”

“Don’t say it like that,” I protested halfheartedly.

“Come on, Ronnie,” she said, knowing how much I had come to detest that diminutive – I much prefer my full name, Veronica. “You know we don’t get along, you and I.”

It was true. Ever since the time she reached her teens, two years ahead of me, I’d been an irritant to her; I was her embarrassing little sister. Often when she wanted to go out, our parents would make her stay at home to keep an eye on me. And it was no use her trying to have friends round, or a boyfriend, because I was always in the way. Helen had blamed me ever since for her lack of success with the opposite sex. I suppose her bitterness had rubbed off; I had long felt resentment towards the big sister who always seemed to hate me.

Now that we were both in our twenties, there was no love lost between us. We were on totally different wavelengths, and hardly spoke anymore.

“It wasn’t always like that,” I said sullenly.

She shrugged again, her expression neutral. Why was she like this, damn it? Helen was the one who started all this ugliness between us; the one who turned cold first. No point in saying so, of course — she would simply shake her head and say I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Perhaps my memory was longer than hers; didn’t it stretch back to a time before our enmity, when we were simply playmates – our role playing games with dolls, our rambles on the beach, our sisterly laughter? Perhaps the years in between had blotted all this out for her, so great was her resentment towards me.

Now here we were, in our mother’s echoing house, the day after Mom’s funeral. She’d sold her half to me for a song, and was on the eve of leaving for Ontario, and a new life.

“I’d better say goodbye now, before turning in,” she said. “I don’t expect you to get up to see me off. In fact I’d rather you didn’t.”

Why was I surprised by this? Come to that, why was I hurt? Why didn’t I just tell her to fuck off to Canada and leave me in peace? I had to face it, a part of my life was about to disappear, and suddenly I felt more connected to the playmate of my youth than to this ill-natured half-stranger standing there fussing with her luggage. People said we didn’t resemble each other, but now I actually looked long at her, and began to see the likeness. Now she seemed more like a mirror image; apart from her face being thinner and her hair darker. It caused a pang to see echoes and shadows of my old playmate where I did not expect them.

Suddenly Helen surprised me by stepping up to me, putting her arms around my neck. Surprised? More like shocked, as I caught the scent of her perfume and her sweet breath.

For a moment neither of us spoke or moved. Then she kissed me.

It was a light, gentle touch on my lips. I’d never kissed a girl, so the softness of her mouth came as a complete surprise to me. She broke away and rested her forehead against mine, traced figure eights on the back of my neck with a fingernail, and sighed.

“Damn you, Ronnie,” she whispered, her eyes lowered.

I felt my heart banging against my ribs… but with excitement rather than anger.

Then she nuzzled my face, her lips searching for mine again. This time her mouth lingered as she kissed me. The strange thing was that, instead of pushing her away, I stood there wondering if my lips felt as soft to her; realizing that this must be what it would be like to kiss myself, thinking that she was my sister and we shouldn’t be kissing this way – but none of this seemed to matter. What mattered was to experience this thing, to hold onto her, to hold onto this piece of my past.

Her hand was still behind my head, but now our mouths were pressed together and open, tongue touching tongue, her lips nibbling mine. Helen’s eyes were closed, but I couldn’t close my own, still wide in disbelief — even denial.

I studied her face, her expression softer than I had ever seen it before, and with a shock I realised that she was beautiful. Having seen that, I closed my eyes too, and enjoyed the dancing of her tongue.

Thoughts danced around my head in time to her probing tongue. This is what it’s like to kiss a woman. It’s wonderful, and I never knew! Would it be like this with other women, or was there something special about Helen’s forbidden kiss?

Then suddenly I felt a panic, as I realised that I was falling into a lesbian passion for my own sister; but that very thought suddenly thrilled me! My emotions flipped and shifted this way and that. And all the time, that caress of tongue on tongue as our mouths slid sensuously together.

I now found myself with both hands up Helen’s sweater and cupped around her breasts, my thumbs flicking her nipples. Somehow I registered the thought that she wore no bra. Again her forehead was resting against mine, again her arms were around my neck, but now she had arched backwards to let my hands touch her body. She looked at me from under lowered eyelids.

“You fucking bitch,” she said.

“Shut up! Kiss me!” I gasped.

She did so, desperately, almost brutally, as though quenching a deep, deep thirst. And as she kissed me she seized my breasts, her hands stroking, fondling… her fingers telling me beautiful lies. My mind raced, rational thoughts battling with helpless arousal. She was doing wonderful things to me – had she done this sort of thing before? Had she practiced on herself? How could I think such things about my sister? And yet, here she was – here we were making out as though our lives depended on it. Over all this two thoughts hammered away in my brain: I hate her… I want her… I hate her… I want her…

More lost minutes, vaguely aware of tearing clothes from each other’s bodies, no words spoken but low growling through clenched teeth, and labored breathing. Then all too aware of where we were, how we were – naked and entwined upon my bed, our mouths pressed together in a kiss more passionate than any I’d ever shared with a lover. She was grinding herself against me, and I found myself matching her movements.

Suddenly she tore her mouth from mine, trailing her tongue down between my breasts. Then she took an aching nipple between her lips to suckle, and I cradled my sister’s face to my chest. Helen’s tongue circled the pink tip, and my head seemed to spin right along. I felt her hand slipping between my thighs, and a whimper escaped me as she palmed my now dripping vulva.

I wanted to be the aggressor now. Sitting up, I roughly flipped my sister onto her back, then got on top of her, claiming her mouth in a crushing kiss. I reached down for her cunt, needing to take my bitch of a sister, to make her mine. I thrust two fingers into her vagina and began fucking her, hard and fast. A scream broke from her lips, and her nails bit into my back. We were sharing rough, unrestrained love that was definitely flavored with hatred… but that only made our incestuous coupling so incredibly, unbelievably hot. And we kissed again and again, as if we were passionate lovers instead of fighting sisters.

Somehow Helen and I got into a 69 position… legs thrust apart, faces buried deep in each other’s pubic curls, licking at the pink flesh we both found there, no longer caring that we were sisters, simply wanting, needing, desperate… I could think of nothing now but how wonderful she tasted, how beautiful her pussy was, how much I loved what she was doing to me.

Was it hours or mere minutes that we fucked like that? I couldn’t tell, lost as I was in her heat, exploring a black nebula of lust with two burning women right there in the middle. It felt as though we were melting; sweat poured off us, mingling with the juice of our arousal, and I felt as though I was drowning in it.

But there was nothing we could have done to stop this, as we plunged headlong towards orgasm. Helen was making a continuous keening noise, trembling uncontrollably. We clasped our arms around each other’s bodies as tight as iron bands cooling around a barrel, and forced our faces between each other’s soft thighs, licking, licking, tasting one another’s essences; we clung desperately as we both heaved in climax, Helen screaming, me gasping. Then we collapsed in a hot, sticky heap.

Rolled away, feeling cold air on my body, gooseflesh beginning to rise. I looked at the ruin of my bedclothes and at my sister. She had one hand over her face, weeping. I put my arms around her, as tenderly as I could. She reached out and pulled me close to her; now she was giving out great sobs, and with each one she thumped a fist ineffectually on my shoulder-blade.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” she said, through gritted teeth, each great sob seemingly torn from her lungs.

“Shh, Lennie, Lennie,” I said, remembering and using her own nickname from all those years ago, kissing her cheek, brushing her tears away with my lips, tasting my own cunt on her. “It’s all right. It’s all right. Shush now!”

I stroked her and talked to her until her sobs subsided into whimpers. She no longer hit me, but lay close, snuggled in my arms, warming herself on my body. I felt her lips gently brush my cheek. I drew back to gaze into her eyes… and before I knew it, we were kissing again.

We fucked over and over again that night. No words were spoken, just the sharing of pleasure. My sister and I explored every inch of each other’s bodies, and it was utterly wonderful. I marveled at having grown to adulthood without making love to another woman.

Finally, utterly spent, my sister and I lay quietly, our naked bodies curled together. Eventually her breathing became regular and quiet, and I could see that she was asleep. She looked relaxed, young, beautiful, and I kept myself awake for hours just to look at her, in wonder at her beauty and almost in disbelief at what had just happened between us.

I must have fallen asleep at some time, because my next recollection is of waking. I was alone. The duvet had been drawn over me, and I could hear Helen moving around somewhere else in the house. I got up and struggled quickly into an old rugby shirt and a pair of jogging pants. In the hall Helen was fussing with her luggage again, and putting on her shoes. We didn’t speak. I kept watch at the front window until headlights drew into our avenue.

“Your taxi’s here.”

The taxi driver took her bags out to the car. Without a backward glance my sister said, “’Bye, then,” and walked out of my life. Forever, except for a Christmas card every year. And that’s the end of the story.

Except it’s not really the end. I’ve been haunted by this episode ever since – when two playmates of long ago gave way to a flood of emotion so strong that they could not find a name for it, and had to find another way to reach one another. And except also for this: as Helen left without looking at me, for a brief second she took hold of my hand. She let it go quickly, but traced her fingers across my palm, down my own fingers, right to their tips. Her last touch – I can feel it to this very day, and feel as though I am branded…

Five years later, not a day goes by when I don’t think of my sister, remembering that night when we shared our bodies as lovers. Not a day when I don’t long for her kiss, her touch. I’ve taken other partners since then, both male and female, but none have lasted for long… none have truly satisfied that deep, deep hunger I feel for Helen.

Somehow I know — and I’m not sure how I know — that my sister and I are destined to be together again. One day, the need I feel for her will become too great to bear… or perhaps she can’t take another sleepless night, dreaming of me. Then one of us will go to the other, and the two sisters who were enemies will be lovers once more.

The End

 

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Amber II, Chapter 5

  • Posted on October 17, 2017 at 9:04 am

By Tater Tot

When I awakened, Deanna was already up, and came back into the bedroom to pounce on me and give me lots of kisses before saying, “God, last night was awesome. You’re like the queen of pussy eating.” Then we both giggled our way to the shower, where she got down on her knees and practiced licking me until I came.

Her mom was making breakfast, and I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, “Good morning, Mrs. C. It looks great. I’m starving.”

“Girls, I have to go to the office for a couple of hours, but I’ll be back by lunch,” Mrs. C said. Deanna had told me her mom had to work a lot, and it made me feel bad for them.

“Okay, Mom. Is there anything you want us to do — or at least me?” Deanna said with a laugh. “I guess I shouldn’t volunteer Amber to wash clothes or anything.”

Her mom laughed and said, “No, honey, I don’t think we need to bring in outside labor when we have you to do it all.”

“I really don’t mind,” I said, still eating. “Mom has to work today too, and I know how much that sucks when you really want to be at home.”

“Yes,” Mrs. C said, sort of quietly, then shrugged and took her plate to the sink. “Sooner started, sooner done. I’ll see you girls in a couple of hours.”

I helped Deanna do the dishes, then gathered a load of laundry while Deanna vacuumed. I had just started the washing machine when she slipped in behind me and wrapped her arms around me to grab my barely-there tits.

“I want to lick you right here,” she said, then slid my running shorts down, turning me to face her, kneeled and started licking. I shrugged and went with it.

She kept my shorts on for a moment — reminding me of Mom, which made me extra hot, but then slipped them off so she could spread my legs. She was getting better at giving oral, and it took only a couple of minutes for her to make me come. She licked me clean, then hopped up to share my taste with me in a hot tongue kiss.

“Tastes good,” she said as she let me go.

I giggled and said, “Yeah. Non-fattening too.”

That got us both laughing as we walked back to the living room. She spread a blanket over the couch, and had me sit on it. She straddled my lap and began kissing me again.

We made out for a while in a relaxed kind of way, then she leaned back and said, “I passed out last night. I was hoping to be awake when you came back from having sex with Mom.”

I grasped the hem of her top and pulled it off, then began to massage her breasts in an absent-minded way as I said, “Yeah, I thought about molesting you in your sleep, but figured I could wait.”

“You should have woke me up. I would’ve been happy to do the molesting myself.” She giggled. “Mom told me she didn’t get the chance to do you. She said that you made her pass out, too. Damn, Amber, you could be, like, a sex burglar — fuck everyone into a coma, then rob the house.”

I tweaked her nipple as we laughed, then I said, “You guys tell each other everything? We and Mom do.”

“Yeah,” she said, then looked guilty. “Does that bother you? I can stop talking to her about you, if you want.”

“No,” I said, running my hands along her sides, “it just seems kind of… intimate, I guess.”

Deanna looked kind of sad at that, then sighed and slid off my lap to sit beside me. “Honestly, Amber… do you think we’re weird?”

I turned sideways to face her and took her hand before saying, “No, Deanna. I think it’s great. It’s just not something I expect from other people.”

She looked pensive now. “I know what you mean. All those stupid skanks talking about their moms as if they were doing them some great favor by being their kids. Most of them are too stupid to figure out having sex makes them pregnant, and they think anyone really wants them.”

That came out really bitter and angry, so I gave her hand a squeeze. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

A tear dripped out of her eye and she said, “Kathy Dernon called Mom a dyke yesterday. You know that’ll be all over school by Monday, too. It’s n-not fair that a stupid slut like her can trash my mom and get away with it!”

Deanna was really crying now, so I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly, not really sure what to say. If someone said something bad about my mom I would probably go berserk, but I also knew that would only make things worse.

I spoke soothingly to her. “I’m sorry she’s a total douche, but I know your mom is awesome. If Dernon says anything to me, I’ll punch her in the face and tell everyone she was bullying me and I had to stand up for myself.”

Deanna giggled — still crying, oddly enough. The girl laughed all the time, which should let anyone who was interested know what a great mom she had. Hell, I was a fourteen-year-old girl and I could see that.

She wiped her eyes. “Anyway, being able to talk about this stuff is nice.” She looked sideways at me. “I think it kind of excites her to listen to me talk about doing stuff with you, but I don’t mind. I would do anything to make Mom happy. That’s why I like that you have sex with her, since I c…” She sputtered out, then turned bright red before continuing, “Um… I can’t see her g-getting another girlfriend.”

So, I thought, that’s what it is.

I pulled Deanna against me, her back resting against my chest, and wrapped both arms around her. I kissed her neck softly for a while, then began to massage her breasts as I told her about my first time with her mother. I took it slowly and gave a lot of details, and finally slipped a hand into her pants and started stroking her.

By the time I reached the part where her mom came, she thrust her hips up until her body was straight as a board, then screamed out in orgasm. Deanna was so juicy that it felt like she’d just peed on my hand.

When she collapsed back into my arms, I brought my fingers up to her face and let her lick them clean.

“Thank you,” she whispered, now sounding drowsy.

I tapped her on the nose and said, “No sleeping. I want to do a sixty-nine and I need a partner.”

At that, she regained her strength quickly and manhandled me to the bottom, then stripped off her shorts and mine before climbing on to me, thrusting her totally soaked pussy in my face. Her shaved pussy looked really good, and I wondered if Mom thought mine was this sexy.

Deanna’s and Mrs. C’s pussies were more pronounced in a way, the lips larger. Deanna’s was tight and small looking, and it was fun running my tongue through her slit. I had to burrow in to get to her clit, the way her legs were set, but then I noticed that her ass was available. Smiling a little, I got a finger nice and juicy and introduced Deanna to having a finger in her rectum.

She squealed loudly and tensed up when I pushed in, saying, “What the hell… oh, Jesus!”

I chuckled and went back to licking her as she alternately tensed and relaxed. When I licked she would try to relax, then tense again as my finger slipped a little farther into her ass.

After a while she was really getting hit and miss about working on my pussy, so I paused and said, “Do you want me to keep fucking your butt with my finger?”

“Oh, God,” she mumbled. “Yes… God, yes.”

“Then make me come,” I said in an authoritative voice.

She dove in immediately, not even bothering to reply. I kept my finger in her ass, but didn’t move it as I relaxed and let her work. When I was getting close, I let my finger start moving slowly, and my tongue gently brushed her clit.

By the time I was coming, so was Deanna, which made it pretty awesome. My pussy was spurting as hers was spraying my face, making it almost seem like I was doing it to myself.

We sort of collapsed, but both looked over to the side when we heard a soft moan. Her mom was standing in the kitchen doorway, obviously having just come in from the garage, and was staring at us, mesmerized.

When I slid out from under Deanna and got to my feet, Mrs. C froze and turned as if to flee into the kitchen. I quickly moved over to where she stood, put my arms around her and whispered, “Stop.” She did, so then I said, “Close your eyes.”

I waited, and she finally obeyed with a tiny whimper. Leading her back to the living room, I had her stand in front of the lounge chair and, as I unbuttoned her white shirt, whispered, “Don’t open your eyes, Mrs. C. Enjoy this, let it be whatever you want it to be.”

I pushed her back on the chair and knelt in front of her. I slid my hands under her skirt, then took her panties down, moving slowly. Once I had her undies off, I brought them to my face. They were pretty wet.

“Keep those eyes closed,” I reminded her. Then I turned to Deanna. She was staring wide-eyed at her mother.

I walked over and leaned down to whisper, “This is between your mom and I, but I want you to watch us.” Giving her the panties, I added, “Hold these to your face and masturbate while I fuck your mother.”

She moaned loudly, getting a moan in response from her mom. I went back, knelt in front of Mrs. C and said, “Your daughter needs to be punished, so I’m making her watch me fuck you. You don’t mind, right?”

Mrs. C thrust her hips up a little, and she let out a hard grunt as her head lolled back. I fondled her breasts through her bra, “Do you?”

“N-no,” she sobbed, “No.”

I tweaked her nipples, then put my hands down to shove her skirt up and out of the way. Pushing her legs apart, I leaned in and began kissing my way up each of her thighs, moving from one to the other, all the way to her pussy, then I buried my mouth in the juicy flesh and started enjoying her.

She got off in less than a minute, then I almost laughed when I heard Deanna come herself about three seconds later.

After that first orgasm, I worked Mrs. C close to another, then said, “Don’t come yet,” before starting to work a finger in and out of her pussy.

After a couple of minutes of that, Mrs. C was thrashing and making loud sobbing cries. I looked back at Deanna and said, “Tell your mom when it’s okay for her to come.”

“Oh, God!” Mrs. C screamed, her whole body arching up from the chair as she desperately fought her need to get off. I pushed two fingers in and began thrusting as she howled and screamed all kinds of bad words before Deanna finally said, “You can come, Mom.”

I thought the woman might go into cardiac arrest! Her whole body seized up and she let out a high pitched squealing sound, held it for a few seconds, then her pussy squirted right into my face. Twice!

Mrs. C screamed so loud that it scared me a little, and I had to hold on to keep her from falling out of the chair. When she was finished, she opened her eyes, gasped something, then went out like a light.

I turned to see Deanna on the couch with her feet up, legs spread, one hand on her pussy and the other clutching her mom’s panties to her mouth.

I walked over, knelt in front of her and said, “Taste your mother on my face.” She kissed me hard and deep, then licked and sucked every trace of her mom from my mouth and chin, saying “Oh, God” every few seconds. Then I had her moaning my name as I slowly pushed a finger into her pussy while she licked the fingers of my other hand clean. She came for me, then slumped over.

I led a dazed Deanna to back to her bedroom to lie down. When I got back to the living room, I got Mrs. C conscious enough to move over to the couch. I removed her shirt and her bra, then straddled her lap and kissed her until she was aware of me again.

I leaned back some, Mrs. C’s hands grasping my hips to keep me from falling, and started to massage her breasts as I tried to decide what I wanted to do next.

Leaning in, I gave Mrs. C a soft kiss, then murmured, “I don’t want to do anything to hurt you guys. I like how you do things and I would like to keep doing them with you. Deanna wants me to make you happy, and you don’t seem to mind me being with her, right?”

Mrs. C was enjoying the feel of my hands as they fondled her beautiful breasts, but she looked kind of conflicted as she listened to me.

I frowned. “Did you think what we just did was bad?”

She sighed and closed her eyes, finally saying, “I watched the two of you having sex, then sat here and let you do what you wanted to me. I’m not enough of a hypocrite to say anyone was wrong.”

I leaned down to capture a nipple and suck on it for a moment, then raised my head to say, “Do you want to keep this completely separate, then? I can’t fuck you guys in front of each other?”

Mrs. C was cupping my ass as my hands worked her breasts, and her head stayed back, eyes closed as she said, “I don’t know. It was s-so exciting. But… but, it — I’m her mother!”

I put my face against hers, kissed her neck, then said, “Set boundaries. Fun time and normal times. With me and Mom, everything is forgotten and forgiven during fun time.”

I went back to massaging her breasts again, really getting excited now myself. They were larger than Mom’s, though not as firm. I focused on them for a while, stroking them, then licking and sucking her nipples as I dripped juices on her skirt. Mrs. C’s hands were stroking my back, her eyes closed as I worshipped her tits.

Then I got a little freaky. I’m not sure what drove me to it, but I slid her down on her back, grabbed her hair and pushed Mrs. C’s head down, grinding my pussy against her breasts. Her hands came up to grip my ass as I grunted and yelled bad words — then a minute later, soaked Mrs. C’s breasts in my juices.

When I looked down, she was wide-eyed and massively excited, so I rolled her on her front, then climbed between her legs. I fondled her bottom for a moment as she moaned into the cushions, then got her to slide up, kneeling on the couch with her face in the cushions and her ass in the air.

I lowered my face down until it was just above Mrs. C’s ass, which was totally smeared with pussy juice. I stuck my tongue out and slowly dragged it down the length of her ass crack until it hit her pussy. She gave a screeching kind of moan as I did it, then a harsh sob as I licked back upwards and stopped at her asshole.

“God, Amber,” Mrs. C moaned softly, then, “Uh… Oh, God!” she squealed as I pushed my tongue in. I began fucking her asshole with my tongue as she squealed and moaned, begging me to do something I couldn’t make out.

My tongue was beginning to get tired when Mrs. C came. I held on as she cried and screamed a couple of bad words, then finally settled down with her face turned sideways, couch cushions tossed around, and her ass stuck straight in the air. She was kind of going “Uh, uh, uh,” as I sat up and stepped away, admiring her ass, thinking about having to spank it at some point.

I shook my head and smiled at what a sex fiend I was, then got Mrs. C to lie down and relax. She was fast asleep when I put a blanket over her and headed to Deanna’s room.

My whole body smelled like pussy, so a shower was a must. I woke Deanna up with a couple of kisses, then dragged her to the shower with me.

“You’re like some kind of sex goddess,” Deanna said with a grin as she washed my tits. One thing for sure, I always had clean breasts with her around.

I shrugged and said, “Just trying to have fun.”

When we’d rinsed off we filled the tub, a larger Jacuzzi-type that I totally envied, and slid down inside. Deanna wanted to hold me and play with my breasts, so I leaned back against her as we talked.

“I like you guys a lot,” I said, “You love each other and have fun. None of the other girls at school seem to know how much their moms do for them. I figure if you can’t even get along with your mom, you have to be a total douche.”

Deanna giggled in my ear, making me grin at how pompous I sounded. “That might just be the sex talking,” I said with a snort.

She laughed and twirled my nipples. “I was the same way, I guess, until I saw Mom with that woman that night. She seemed so tired and sad, and I realized she was working all the time. I realized every day she got up and went to work, but she also made me breakfast and cleaned the house first. Mom never went anywhere because she had to work, and I wondered if she ever did anything for herself.”

I stayed quiet as she absentmindedly massaged my breasts.

“So I tried to start helping. I wanted her to have time to… you know… be with someone if she wanted, but she always spent her time with me instead. I told her she should go out, and that I knew she… you know, she liked women.”

Deanna was quiet for a little while, then she said, “That made her cry. I felt so bad, but Mom told me that it wasn’t anything I said… she just hated that she couldn’t spend more time with me.

“So… so I just tried to be… here, I guess,” Deanna said slowly. “Then we met, and you, you know… made her happy. We talked about it.

“She was… embarrassed, I guess — but I told her what we had done, and that made her… excited. When we talked about it, it was like something we shared, or… I don’t know…”

Her hands stopped moving as she thought, then she said, “It was just perfect, I guess. We could spend time together, but she could have sex too. Mom was so happy this week!”

She tweaked one of my nipples. “So, what did you do with her, anyhow?”

I giggled and said, “Well, are you sure you want to know? It’s pretty shocking for young ears.”

We were cracking up. “You’ll have to tell me now!” she said.

“Well,” I said, “first, I played with your Mom’s tits, since they’re really awesome. Then I got a little crazy and pushed her down and kind of rubbed my pussy on them until I came.”

Deanna moaned loudly at that, making me pause. When she gasped, “Then?”

I giggled and said, “Well then, I rolled her over so I could get a good look at her ass.”

When I didn’t say anything more, Deanna pushed me. “Then? God, Amber, tell me!”

I turned toward her with a wicked grin and said, “You have to masturbate for me while I tell you. I want to see a finger in that pussy.”

By then, poor Deanna was almost frantically excited, so she slid up to the side of the tub, leaned against the wall and slowly pushed a finger inside her pussy with a whimper. Her eyes were closed as she said, “Tell me, damn it!”

I moved to a kneeling position so I could put my face by Deanna’s as I whispered, “Then I played with her ass for a while. Her cheeks are so beautiful and tight. Your Mom was moaning the whole time, but I finally made her kneel with her ass in the air and her face on the couch.”

Deanna’s finger was making squelching noises as she frantically fucked herself.

“Then,” I said softly, “I leaned forward and put my face close to her ass. Your Mom’s pussy juices had run down into the crack of her ass. I put my tongue at the top of her hole and dragged it all the way down to her pussy.”

Deanna let out a loud moan, a really loud moan, but didn’t come.

I leaned even closer, so she could feel my breath as I said, “Then I ran my tongue back up and stopped on her asshole.” I waited for a sob from Deanna before saying, “Your Mom was shaking all over, moaning and breathing hard as I began to tongue fuck her ass.”

Deanna wrapped her hands and legs around me and came with a horribly loud scream. She was frantically humping me, and damned if she didn’t even scratch me a little as she thrashed around.

It took a while for Deanna to stop twitching, then she just held me close and sobbed in my ear. I finally guided the two of us back into the water with her sitting in my lap, since she wouldn’t let me go.

When I looked up, Mrs. C. was standing in the door, a smile on her face as she watched us naked and cuddling in the tub. I was cupping Deanna’s tits as I mouthed, “I want to fuck you,” to Mrs. C.

The smile stayed, but it turned a little wicked, and her eyes shone with excitement.

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