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Ripples, Chapter 13

  • Posted on April 29, 2019 at 2:25 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Monday morning, back to work, back to school, everything back to the same old routine.

Only it wasn’t, not by a long shot.

When Jessica opened her eyes, memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. She turned to the side, expecting to see Alice there, but that side of the bed was vacant. She must have gone back to her room during the night, she thought.

Unlike the morning after the first time she’d made love to her twelve-year-old, there was no guilt or moralising — well, not very much — and no regret. Today, she mostly felt acceptance and fulfilment, perhaps a teensy weensy bit of disappointment that her beautiful, persuasive daughter wasn’t still lying beside her, warm, naked and waiting to be kissed.

Turning back to her bedside cabinet, Jess squinted at the glowing red numbers on the radio alarm clock. It was still early, so she decided to shower before making sure the girls were up. Pushing the blankets to one side, she swung her feet to the floor, then stretched languidly. Seize the day, kid, she told herself.

As Jess rinsed off in the hot shower, dismissing an urge to masturbate, she mused on how completely her life had changed in the last month. Turning off the water, she moved to the end of the double size cubicle, plucking the soft Turkish towel from its hook, then gently dried her body.

Jess studied her steam-obscured image in the mirror, recalling that first momentous morning where she had asked herself: Where is my life going? Now, at least, she had some answers, and for the first time in a long while, knew what she wanted, for herself and the girls.

She thought of the years she’d wasted: first, resenting Mark for leaving her, then wondering when and if she would ever find a replacement for her fickle ex. Longing for a man; not just someone to share her life and give her the security and love she needed — no, deserved — and on whom she could bestow her own love, but someone for the girls to look up to as a male role model. It had taken Jess until now to finally realise that she was chasing the wrong dream. Her daughters didn’t need a father figure to lead happy and successful lives, and I sure as hell don’t need a man to make me feel complete.

She wasn’t sure where her relationship with Rachel was headed, only that she wanted more than just friendship. Will she become my lover, partner… wife, even?

Then there was Alice. Whatever the future held, she knew this ‘special relationship’ she had with her eldest daughter would continue, at least until the girl found her own path. For Jessica, that path had been well and truly trodden, and she knew that she wanted to stay on it, at least for now.

But she wanted more than just sex. She craved a relationship, a grown-up relationship… with a woman. And if that woman also has a penchant for sex with young girls, especially her daughters, so much the better.

As for sweet distractions such as Sally — and perhaps others to come, Jess told herself — well, didn’t she deserve a little fun to make up for lost time? She was certain that Rachel felt the same way. Nevertheless, she resolved to get together with her friend as soon as possible to address that very subject: should they become real lovers, or keep things casual?

Jess wasn’t sure how her sexual relationship with her daughter Alice would affect what she had with Rachel, but couldn’t imagine it being a stumbling block. After all, Rachel herself had made it clear that she intended to entice her own daughter Bella into bed — and that she was willing to include her younger girl Cindy, who was only ten, in the fun and games.

She pondered the likelihood of her friend making such a daring move. Could she really have sex with her ten-year-old daughter, or was she just trying to shock me?

Given everything that had happened over the last few weeks, Jess was inclined to believe that Rachel did intend to seduce Cindy. Hell, who am I kidding? She’s the one who loaned me that lesbian DVD, the one that got me lusting after Alice in the first place. If I know her, she’s already made love to Bella, and she’ll probably have gone down on Cindy before the week is out.

That thought suddenly posed a question in her own mind, a question she’d never allowed herself to take seriously, but had been quietly nagging at her for at least a week: Is there a possibility that Katie might be open to exploring the same pleasures that Alice and I have? Even when Rachel had jokingly suggested they “educate” their daughters together, Jessica had only been thinking of Alice.

Only now that the idea had been planted, Jess found it had taken root.

What if Katie caught me and Alice naked and in bed again, only this time while we were making love? How would I explain that away… and would I even want to?

Jess remembered how brazen she had been when Katie walked in on her and Alice that first time. Recalling how she’d flaunted her nudity just to test Katie’s reaction, she realised how easy it would have been to take that next step, to persuade her nine-year-old to undress and join them beneath the sheets.

And what about Poppy? …Oh my God, I can’t be thinking about this!

Nonetheless, those thoughts persisted. Jess had been paying more attention than usual to her daughters’ beauty of late — partially because of the sex she and Alice had enjoyed, but also because the girls had become much more, well, casual about what they wore around the house.

Just last Saturday, Jess had noticed that Katie, who’d been ridiculously self-conscious about her body for at least a year — never allowing herself to be seen in anything more revealing than her bathrobe — was now lounging about in a t-shirt and knickers. Hopeful that the nine-year-old was getting over her bashfulness, Jess had decided not to comment on Katie’s attire and risk making the girl self-conscious all over again. She’s got no reason to be shy, not with a cute little body like that, Jess mused — but that thought made her uncomfortable, and she forced her mind elsewhere.

As for Alice, she’d definitely been dressing in a more provocative fashion since the first time she and her mum had made love, spending most of her time indoors in her underwear. She favored her tiniest panties and a thin, tummy-revealing top through which her nipples could easily be seen. Probably trying to get me all hot and bothered, Jess thought. Can’t say it didn’t work.

Then there was Poppy, whose nightwear had suddenly gone from pajamas to panties… which, of late, was usually all she wore to the breakfast table. At least I didn’t look at my half-naked seven-year-old and think of sex, Jess told herself, then sighed. But I probably will this morning.

Don’t go there! she admonished herself. Still naked, Jess seated herself on the bed, rubbing her closed eyes and struggling with these forbidden thoughts.

As on that first fateful morning, her reverie was interrupted by the sound of one of her girls calling out.

Slipping on a big fluffy robe, Jess went to see what the noise was about. The hallway was empty, but she followed the sound to Katie’s room, where she saw Poppy standing outside the door of the adjoining bathroom that Katie shared with Alice.

Sure enough, her youngest was only wearing knickers. Jess forced herself to focus on Poppy’s face, rather than her body. “Sweetie, what’s all the noise about?”

The seven-year-old frowned at her mother. “I can’t find my hairbrush, Mum. I wanted to see if Katie’s got it, but the door is locked.”

“Go and finish getting ready. I’ll find it for you,” Jess said. In spite of herself, she couldn’t suppress the impulse to steal a glance at her little girl’s bottom as she exited the room. A sudden desire to see it bare made her shiver, and she clenched her jaw. No, God damn it.

With a grimace, she tried the door. Sure enough, it was locked. She gave it a sharp rap. “Katie, what are you doing in there? Poppy was out here, calling for you.”

Katie’s voice issued from the other side. “Oh, sorry Mum. I was in the shower and didn’t hear. What’s up?”

“She wants to know if you have her hairbrush.”

Jess thought she heard giggling, but then Katie responded, “I’m not sure… maybe? Tell her I’ll look for it.”

Something seemed odd, but Jess wasn’t sure what. At a loss, she simply said, “Well, hurry up and finish.”

She left the room and, as she passed Alice’s closed door, knocked. Getting no response, she opened it slowly, wondering if Alice was still in bed. She peered into the room, but saw no sign of her eldest daughter. Figuring that Alice was already downstairs, Jessica turned to go — then paused when she heard whispered  voices coming from the bathroom. She tiptoed over to the door and tried the handle, but it, too, was locked.

What’s going on? Is Alice in there, too? Jess struggled with her curiosity, feeling a strong impulse to place an ear against the door and eavesdrop. Finally, though, she made herself turn away. I’ve never spied on the girls, and I won’t start now.

But… should I knock, at least? she wondered.

*****

Minutes earlier, Alice had entered the bathroom when she heard Katie turn on the shower. Casting the extra-large t-shirt she was wearing aside, the nude preteen quietly approached the shower cubicle, opened the door and stepped inside. “Got room for one more?” she said with a grin.

“Omigod!” squealed a startled Katie, her eyes huge — then the younger girl’s expression shifted into a  scowl. “Dammit, Alice, you scared the stuffing out of me!”

“Sorry, sis,” the older girl replied with a giggle. “I just wanted to wash your back.”

Irritated though Katie was, the offer was an inviting one. For one thing, she liked the idea of hanging out with her big sister while they were both naked. She’d been thinking a lot about the stuff Alice had shown her the day before — that film clip of the two girls doing sex, then the lesson she got from her sister about touching between the legs to make yourself feel good.

Katie had made herself come three times since then, though she had to force herself to look at a photo of a boy band singer she liked while she did it, trying not to think about those lesbian girls in the film clip.

Now here was Alice, offering to help her get clean. It was weird, yeah, but too tempting to refuse.

“Okay, okay,” Katie sighed, as if getting her back washed was a tedious everyday experience. But her pulse was throbbing with excitement.

“I’ll take that,” said Alice, plucking the bath mitt from her sister’s right hand and slipping it over her own. It was already lathered up, but she added a dollop from the blue soap bottle anyhow. “Okay, turn around.”

Katie meekly obeyed, and Alice began to wash her younger sister. She started with long strokes up and down the girl’s back to soap her up, then worked on Katie’s upper half with the mitt. All the while, she drank in the view of her sibling’s bare body, especially that cute bottom of hers.

She wanted to use both hands — so after a moment’s hesitation, Alice brought her uncovered left into play, tenderly caressing the slippery softness of Katie’s skin.

“You’ve got a great body, sis,” Alice murmured, massaging the girl’s shoulders. “Mark my words, you’re gonna be a right stunner in a couple of years. But you look good now, too.”

Katie looked back, studying her big sister’s face. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that, y’know, just to — to be nice?”

“Just you wait,” Alice said, letting both hands glide down Katie’s sides to her hips. “The boys will be falling over themselves to ask you out.”

Katie didn’t reply right away, then she said, “Well, maybe I won’t want to be with a boy. Could be I’ll like girls, same as you.”

“Okay, then the girls will be doing the asking. Bet they won’t be able to keep their hands off you!”

“Well, you’ve got your hands on me now,” Katie giggled.

Alice was taken aback. Wait, wait — did little sister just flirt with me? The notion made her decide to be a bit bold. “Yeah… guess I do.” Soaping the small of Katie’s back, she allowed her hands to slip down further, cupping her sister’s bum.

Katie tensed slightly, but didn’t react otherwise. So Alice began to gently knead the taut globes, loving how perfectly they fit in her grasp.

The temptation was there to give into her craziest impulse, to let a couple of fingers wander between Katie’s thighs and stroke her smooth slit. Bet she’s wet down there, Alice told herself, and not just from the shower.

Alice knew this wasn’t the right time to make her big move, though. Katie was still grappling with shyness, and it wouldn’t do to come on too strong, not this early in the game.

Then she got a very exciting idea…

“Okay, your back looks pretty clean,” Alice said, then offered the bath mitt to Katie. “Wanna wash me?”

Hesitantly accepting the soapy glove, Katie stuck her hand into it, then looked at her big sister. “Well… turn around, then!” she said.

Alice just smiled. “Why don’t you do my front? I need to be clean there, too.”

Katie’s eyes widened. She parted her lips to speak, but nothing came out.

“It’s okay,” said Alice. Reaching out for her sister’s gloved hand, she pressed it to her right breast.

Swallowing hard, Katie slowly began to soap Alice’s chest, trying to seem relaxed and casual about it.

“Hey, this is just like that movie we saw!” Alice said. “You know, the one where Cleopatra gets bathed in milk by her slaves?” Assuming a regal air, she added, “Wash my tits, serving wench!” and laughed.

Katie giggled nervously, then fell silent as she continued with her task, fascinated in spite of herself by the nicely formed breasts of her big sister. They sure do feel nice, she thought.

Alice was thrilled by Katie’s touch. Her eyes drifted shut as she pretended that the nine-year-old was really making love to her. Then, as Katie’s soapy-gloved hand moved down to stroke her belly, Alice felt a reckless impulse that was too powerful to refuse. Grasping her sister’s wrist, she began to guide it between her legs.

Staring in disbelief at her big sister, Katie whispered, “What — what are you doing, Ali?”

“Wash me there,” Alice pleaded. “It feels so good…”

Instead, Katie snatched her hand back. “We better get out now. Mum might come in!” Turning away from her big sister, she ducked under the shower head to quickly rinse the soap from her body, then hastened out of the cubicle without a backward glance.

“Yeah, I guess,” Alice sighed, then stepped under the flowing water to rinse off. Idiot, she chided herself. You pushed her too far, too soon.

She’d no sooner finished and turned off the water when their mum called out. Alice tried to keep quiet, but failed to suppress a giggle when Katie answered. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and hastily dried herself.

She was just about to escape into her room when Mum called again — this time, from her side. “Alice? Are you in there, too?”

After a brief moment, Alice answered, “Um, yeah, Mum. I couldn’t wait, so I asked Katie if I could come in to, er, use the toilet while she was in the shower.”

“Well, stop playing around and get ready, both of you.”

Alice waited a full sixty seconds before cautiously opening the door and peering into her room. Making sure that Mum had left, she turned back to Katie. “She’s gone — we better get dressed.” Touching her sister’s arm, she said, “Sorry about that, Kitty-Kat,” giving the girl a sheepish smile.

“Oh.. it’s okay,” Katie replied, her cheeks flushed. “Sorry that I — I got weird.” Opening the door to her room, the younger girl left without another word.

Entering her own room, Alice padded naked over to the dresser with a towel in hand, taking out clean underwear before she finished drying herself.

As she took her school uniform out of the wardrobe, Alice weighed the situation, finally deciding that her blunder hadn’t necessarily spoiled her scheme to get Katie into bed. She’s gotten a lot more comfortable about being naked around me… and she totally wanted to touch my pussy, even if she didn’t actually do it.

Alice resolved to stay the course and continue with her plan. I’ll just keep flirting with Katie, but give her time to think about what she wants. If I let her make the next move, she won’t be as likely to back out. Slipping into fresh knickers, she reached for her skirt. Maybe if I let Katie catch me playing with myself…?

Then an interesting thought occurred to her. What if it was Poppy who caught me touching my pussy? Bet I could get that little minx to strip off and join me, right then and there!

Alice could feel her knickers grow slightly damp at the idea of playing sexy games with both her younger sisters. At the same time, even! Then… what if I got all of us into bed with Mum?

Glancing at the clock while buttoning her blouse, Alice grimaced. She longed to masturbate, but there wasn’t anything close to enough time. Maybe I can rub out a quick one in the loo after gym. She stepped into her shoes, then snatched up a brush and began to work on her hair.

*****

Over in her bedroom, Katie was glumly dressing for school, scolding herself all the while. Why didn’t you do what Alice wanted? Just the other day, you put your finger inside her! Now she thinks you’re a great big fraidy-cat!

She sighed, her shoulders slumped. Alice probably won’t wanna teach me anything else, not now…

At the same time, Katie was puzzled about feeling this way. Why did it matter so much, anyhow, getting sex lessons from her gay sister? Why had it felt so good when Alice soaped up her bum in the shower? Why did she keep thinking about that film clip Alice had shown her, the one with the two naked girls doing dirty things with each other? She’d managed to resist the temptation to look for more stuff like that on her own computer, but those girls seemed to elbow their way into Katie’s head whenever she touched herself.

And now she was noticing cute girls at school, too. Really noticing them.

It doesn’t mean I’m gay, she told herself. The notion didn’t scare her like before, but she still found it unsettling. She’d toyed with the idea of searching the internet for a porn clip, one featuring a girl having sex with a boy… but hadn’t worked up the nerve. What if it grosses me out?

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. I’m so mixed up! Maybe I should talk to Alice about this. But after how I just acted in the shower, what if she tells me she can’t help me, cause I’m just a kid?

Katie nibbled at her lower lip — wanting to cry, knowing there wasn’t time to.

*****

Jessica was busy making breakfast when Alice danced down the stairs and entered the kitchen, dressed in her school uniform. Jess turned, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of her beautiful, sexy daughter. Alice’s crisp white blouse and lacy bra barely hid the outline of her ripening breasts, and her pleated skirt had been pulled up and turned over at the waist — shortening it to show off her legs, the way all the girls did.

Jess pictured herself kneeling before Alice and running her tongue up the girl’s soft, pale thigh, then shook her head to clear it. Not now, for fuck’s sake!

She gave her daughter a shy smile. “Hi, sweetheart. Didn’t hear you get up this morning.”

“Hi, Mum,” Alice said. “Well, I woke up early… then I figured I should go back to my room, just in case Katie came in and caught us again, y’know?”

“You were right, of course. I should’ve thought of that myself.” Jessica studied her child carefully. “So, Alice… are you still okay, with — with all of this? I mean, after last night?”

Moving closer, Alice reached out for her mother. “Oh, Mum, it was wonderful.”

Jess opened her arms, drawing her daughter into a loving embrace. She bent to plant a kiss on the girl’s forehead, but Alice lifted her head to catch the kiss on her mouth. Jessica gasped in surprise — and Alice quickly responded, her tongue darting between the older woman’s parted lips. Helpless to resist her daughter’s fierce ardor, Jess met and matched Alice’s passion, her own tongue joining in the lustful fray.

As they kissed, Jessica’s robe fell open to expose her nakedness. Alice slid both hands inside the robe to cup her mum’s breasts, then bent to plant a kiss on each nipple.

Jessica moaned, nearly swooning with mingled joy and pleasure. Hastily righting herself, she gave her daughter a reproachful look. “Alice! Be careful, for God’s sake! Your sisters might see.”

“Sorry, Mum, I forgot.” Alice responded with a shrug, actually wishing that Katie and Poppy could see her like this, making love to their mother.

They broke apart at the sound of Alice’s siblings, two sets of feet descending the stairs.

Jess hurriedly pulled her robe shut, greeting the younger girls before turning back to preparing breakfast. Her heart was racing, but she managed to appear calm and genial.

*****

A little later, Jessica got dressed, ran a brush through her hair and drove the two younger girls to school, dropping Alice at the bus stop to her school along the way. Home again, she’d just closed the front door and tossed her keys on the kitchen counter when the phone rang.

It was Rachel. “Morning, Jess… are you off to work?”

“Hi, Rach, not yet. I’m going in a little later, why?”

“Can I pop over for a bit? I need to talk to you about something.”

Jess laughed. “That’s funny; I was going to ask you the same. Sure, come on by when you’re ready.”

“Okay, see you in a minute.”

As she replaced the receiver in its cradle, Jess wondered whether Rachel wanted to discuss the same thing she did… a possible future together as lovers.

Jess filled the silver espresso pot with strong Italian coffee and switched on the hob. After a couple of minutes, the pot hissed and dark brew bubbled from the stem, filling the kitchen with its heady aroma. As she took down two small cups and matching saucers, the doorbell rang.

Jess opened the door to the ravishing brunette. “Perfect timing, I’ve just made us some coffee.”

“Smells lovely,” said Rachel, breezing in through the door to embrace her friend. They held each other for a moment, then slowly drifted apart, exchanging shy smiles. “I’ll pour,” Rachel murmured.

By the time Jess had closed the door and followed her neighbour into the large kitchen, Rachel had already filled their cups and was perched on a stool, sipping her coffee.

Jess got the feeling from Rachel’s unusually quiet demeanour that she had something momentous to say. She leaned back against the counter and picked up her own cup, raising it to her lips. “So, what is it that’s so important?” Jess was a little nervous, wondering if perhaps Rachel was going to say that their night of lovemaking had been a mistake.

Rachel didn’t answer straight away, just continued to drink her coffee, draining the cup down to the dregs before setting it on the saucer. Meeting her friend’s gaze, she said, “You know me, Jess. I’m not shy in the least, not when it comes to talking about sex.”

“Oh, really? Hmmm… can’t say I’ve ever noticed that about you.” Jess responded with a slight grin.

Ignoring the wry comment, Rachel took a deep breath, then suddenly blurted, “Jess, I made love with Bella last night!”

Nearly choking on a sip of coffee, Jess set her cup to one side. “Bloody hell — break it to me gently, why don’t you?”

Rachel was blushing. “Sorry, love. I’ve been thinking all morning about how I was going to tell you.”

“Consider me told,” Jessica said, wiping her lips with a napkin. “So… how did it happen?”

“Well, I did say that you and I should educate our daughters together… though honestly, I was being a little tongue-in-cheek when I said it. But last night, I got to thinking about you doing it with Alice, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. All the while, Bella’s sprawled out in front of the telly, wearing a sloppy old pajama top and these adorable little shorts… my God, I couldn’t take my eyes off her!”

Jessica’s heart throbbed as she drank in Rachel’s words, capturing feelings that were so very much like her own for Alice.

Rachel continued. “Any morally upstanding woman would’ve gone upstairs to her room, locked the door and wanked herself into a stupor. But that’s never me, Jess. So I invited Bella into my room and offered to teach her more about sex. She was nervous, yes… but she didn’t say no.”

Jess sat just looking at Rachel for a moment, raising her coffee to her lips to hide her face. She wasn’t sure how this news made her feel.

“How was it?” was all she could think to say.

“It was bloody amazing! I started off by asking about her and Alice… and it seems they haven’t really done that much together. Just kissing and some touching, because Bella was too scared to go any further. I asked her if there was anything about sex that she wanted to know, but she was really shy. It was really hard getting her to open up; when I asked her if she masturbated, she couldn’t even say the word.”

“So what changed?” Jess asked, even though she felt she knew what was coming next. Her excitement was steadily growing, as if she was listening in on a private sex chat. As Rachel went on, Jess began to stage the scene in her mind.

“I did manage to get Bella to admit she touches herself… but when I asked her to show me how she does it, she didn’t want to undress. I hope you don’t mind, but I told her you’d had a similar little chat with Alice — you know, about sex and masturbation, but I didn’t elaborate. In the end, I offered to undress myself, then I fingered my pussy and got her to copy me. One thing led to another and… well, you can imagine what followed. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to see Bella naked. It must’ve felt the same way for you, Jess, when you first got a glimpse of your Alice in the altogether.”

Jessica’s imagination was running wild. She was beginning to squirm where she stood, assailed by vivid scenes of Rachel and her adorable twelve-year-old. More than that, Jess also recalled the waking dream she’d had on the morning after that first incredible night with Alice.

“I was just… on fucking fire with lust for my own daughter, but also trying not to let it show in case she got scared. In the end we made love, Bella and me… it was beautiful, and I came like never before. When you and I did it, it was fantastic, really fucking fantastic, especially as I’d been hoping something would happen between us for ages… but there was something about the, the danger of sex with Bella, that takes it to a different level.” Rachel gave Jess an inquiring glance. “You understand what I mean, don’t you…?”

Jess was still processing the scene in her head, but she’d also picked up on her friend’s comment about hoping for something to happen between them. Maybe she feels like I do, and wants us to be a real couple. “Oh yes,” she replied, “I know perfectly well what you mean. I felt the same… especially last night. You see, Alice and I made love again.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. “What? My God, so you and Alice were going at it the same time as me and Bella? If I’d only known, I might’ve come even harder.”

It wasn’t even my doing, really,” said Jess. ”Alice is turning into a little minx; she asked if we could do it again and I didn’t have the strength to tell her no.” She sighed, made a helpless gesture. “Oh, who am I kidding? I swear, she only has to snap her fingers and I’ll be flat on my back, legs spread for her. I’m going to have to talk with Alice, tell her to be careful, else she’s likely to be seducing her classmates… probably even some teachers.”

And we already know a couple of our girls’ teachers who are that way inclined,” Rachel said. “Remember Beverley and Hannah, and what they were getting up to at the bar the other night?”

Taking a deep breath, Jess said, “Listen, since we’re in confession mode, I need to let you know something else. Last night I told Alice all about us, what you and I did. I even told her about having sex with Sally.”

“Wow, really? How did she react?”

“Oh, she was fine with it all — in fact, she was brilliant. She even asked if you were jealous about me and Sally.  And that leads me to why I wanted us to talk today.”

“What, you want to know if I am jealous, then? Of Sally?” Rachel queried with a look of puzzlement that softened into a grin. “Perhaps I am, just a little, but only because I wasn’t there to help you fuck her.”

“That’s not what I was getting at,” Jess replied, shaking her head. “What I wanted was to talk about… well, where things stand with you and me, Rach. I’m not sure what we have here, and I need to know if it’s just a casual sex thing or not. Are we in a real relationship? Do you… would you like to be?” She tried to seem calm and collected, but there was a definite tremor in her voice.

Their eyes met briefly before Rachel slid off her stool, then crossed the short distance to where Jess was leaning against the worktop. She took Jessica’s cup from her and placed it on the counter. Looking up at the taller woman, Rachel tilted her head to place a soft kiss on her friend’s mouth. Jess responded, cupping Rachel’s face in her hands. They kissed, gently but with enormous passion.

Finally, Rachel broke away to look at Jess. Were there tears in her eyes? She whispered, “Yes, yes… I’d love for us to be a couple… that is, if you want to? I — I’ve been avoiding the subject, in case I scared you off. I wasn’t sure whether you could fall in love with a woman, or if — well, if it was just a phase, something you just wanted to try because you weren’t, you know, getting any.” They laughed, then Rachel added, “I didn’t want to be pushy.”

Jess relaxed, relieved that she hadn’t misread the situation. “Before that first night, I’d barely even thought about sex with women, but you triggered something in me, and I began to get curious. It opened my eyes to what I’ve been missing… what I’ve needed to have in my life.

“That first night, when you and I made love for real… it felt like the beginning of something. At first I thought I was reading too much into it, that you just wanted a bit of fun… or maybe that you felt sorry for me. But deep down inside, I sensed that you wanted more than a romp in the sheets — and that’s when it struck me, that I felt the same way. After all that’s happened, with you and Sally and Alice, I knew that I wanted a real relationship with a woman. With you.”

Rachel gazed at Jess with adoring eyes. “You’re my best friend, but I’ve been in love with you for ages. I know I have a reputation for being bold as brass, but let me tell you, Jess — it took a long time for me to work up the nerve to make a move on you. I’m so, so happy that you want us to be lovers!” Overwhelmed, close to tears, Rachel reached out to her friend. “Take me in your arms and hold me, Jess, before I start blubbering like a baby.”

Jess leaned into Rachel and hugged her close, losing herself in the woman’s warm body, the sound of her contented sighs, the scent of her skin. She detected the merest hint of another aroma as well — that of her new lover’s arousal. God, I want to fuck her, she realized. But there isn’t time. Is there?

When they finally drew apart, Jess placed both hands on Rachel’s shoulders, looking down on the shorter woman as if she was having a serious talk with a child. “So what comes next? I’m not sure I’m ready to tell the world about us just yet. Christ, I’m only just getting used to the idea of being a lesbian!” She shook her head in wonder. “Wow, I never pictured myself saying those words. What will happen when everyone knows? We both have businesses, but what would this do to our reputations? We might lose some customers, and it wouldn’t be fair on the people we employ if that happened.”

Rachel stopped her friend. “Hey, it’s 2018; it’s hip now for strong women to switch sides. They’re all doing it in Hollywood, every other week some actress comes out as gay, or bi.”

“Maybe, but this is the Cotswolds, and some people still have old-fashioned views.”

“Well, I agree we should think about it before going public, but this town’s a lot less straight than you think. You saw what was going on at that club; how many ladies did you see getting it on? Remember Bev and Hannah, me and Heidi, and plenty more.”

“Well, I suppose you’re right. There were even some women having sex in the loos.”

Rachel looked surprised. “Oooh, I didn’t know that! Makes sense, though. You should have come and told me, girl! Did you actually stand on the seat, then, and peek at women shagging?”

“I was in a cubicle and heard some, but others were making out right out in the open. Did you know about Reiko and Nadya?”

“I’d guessed; I’ve seen them together and it was pretty obvious. I thought you already knew.”

“Alice told me. Apparently, Reiko’s daughter Azumi told her. Come to think of it, I wonder if that’s what made Alice curious? Anyway, I bet you’ll be shocked when I tell you who else was having it off.”

Rachel looked intrigued. “Spill the beans, you old dyke.”

Jess lightly punched Rachel in the shoulder with mock indignation. “Hey, you, not so much of the old. I overheard Abby and Mel getting very hot and heavy, and it definitely wasn’t their first time, either.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Of course! They’ve been my friends since school, I’d recognise those voices anywhere. Plus, they used their names. Trust me, it was them.”

“Well, fuck my old boots! Mel and Abby lovers… I never clocked on. I wonder if their husbands know. They must be very sneaky about it. Did they see you?”

“No, I hid until I was sure they’d left, but I think they might have suspected it was me in the cubicle when I went missing. I was going to tell you that I saw them groping each other as they left your place, but you dragged me upstairs and ravished me before I could get the words out.”

“What can I say? I was aflame with passion.”

Jess grinned. “Still are, you silly cow. Anyhow, when I left yours in the morning, I saw Abby coming out of Mel’s house and they kissed on the doorstep. She must have stayed the night; I think their girls were at a sleepover, and their husbands off fishing or something.

“That’s not all, as we left the club, I saw some woman all over Serena; she was frozen on the spot while the woman practically assaulted her. Then later I remembered where I’d seen her before. It was Karen Gregson, y’know, from that hair salon down the end of the high street. That’s why Serena didn’t come home with us, she went with Karen. I think it might have been her first time, the way she acted.”

“Wow, who’d have thought the prim and proper Serena would get turned? That’s one piece of info I’m keeping for later.” Rachel gave a satisfied nod. “So, it seems everyone in the mother’s club has seen the light. Good job I rescued you from blokes and brought you into the fold, eh? We could have ourselves a regular little lezzie group thing going on.” Smiling wryly, she added, “And you’re worried about losing customers for being gay?” She noticed a thoughtful frown on Jessica’s  face. “What’s up, love — something wrong?”

“There are some serious details you and I need to discuss, Rach. There’s Sally for one, and what about Millie? I told Sally I that was open to having sex with her again, at least until she finds herself a girlfriend her own age.”

“I told Millie the same thing. You know, if you’re up for it, there’s no reason we can’t play around with others now and again — perhaps even together. It wouldn’t change how I feel about you, and I’d say we both need to make up for lost time, but only if you feel the same way.”

Jess felt a surge of warmth jolt through her body. The thought of having sex with Rachel and Sally at the same time appealed to her tremendously. “I think that would be… delicious.”

That’s my girl!” Rachel exclaimed. “Actually, I’d almost forgotten about Millie, but I’ve just had a thought. Why don’t I ask her to come round to mine sometime next week, then you tell Sally that you have a surprise and bring her over? We could do a little matchmaking. If Sally is looking for a girl her own age… well, after what Millie and did last week, she is definitely off boys. Plus, if they need a little guidance, we could always offer some hands-on tuition… I know where I’d like to lay my hands.”

Jess was already picturing that little scenario, but she forced it out of her mind, determined to stay focused. Rachel had a wicked smile on her face, until she noted her friend’s sober demeanor. “Okay, there’s that… what else is on your mind, Jess?”

“Well… what should we do about our daughters? If Alice comes on to me again, I don’t have the willpower to say no — to be honest, I don’t even want to say no. And I’m sure that you’ll want to keep making love to Bella, now you’ve got the taste. Can you and I be lovers and have sex with our kids? And then there are our younger girls. I’m still not sure what to do about Katie and Poppy. And what about you, are you still seriously thinking about taking Cindy to bed?”

“Ah, yes… that reminds me of something I need to tell you,” Rachel murmured, looking a bit embarrassed. “I think it might be a little late to keep my activities with Bella a secret from her little sister. Bella and I were having a little post-fuck cuddle, you see… and Cindy caught us, stark naked and in each other’s arms. it seems that I was, er, somewhat noisy when Bella went down on me.” She was blushing now. “For a novice, she’s got a very talented mouth.”

“Oh, my God, something like that happened to us! Katie caught Alice in my bed after our first time together, but I managed to cook up an excuse, at least. I told her that Alice came in to sleep with me because she’d had a bad dream… and we were both naked because my room was hot. So what happened, what did you tell Cindy?”

“Y’know, it was pretty obvious what Bella and I had been doing… so I told her the truth.”

Shocked, Jess covered her mouth. “You didn’t!”

“I did. You know how Cindy responded? She wanted to know when I was going to teach her how to make love. So… I promised her I would, this weekend.”

“You really are going to take her to bed, then. Doesn’t that feel like, well, going too far? I mean, she is only ten.” Like you haven’t been thinking the same way about Katie, she told herself.

“Nearly eleven, actually. Look, if Cindy is old enough to take an interest in sex, she’s old enough to learn. And who better than a loving mother to give her the guidance she needs? Besides, she was bound to catch me and Bella again at some point, so it seemed like the sensible thing to do. Think about it, keeping that kind of thing under wraps in your own home is going to be all but impossible. How long do you think you can hide what you’re doing with Alice from her sisters?”

Jessica’s mind was in chaos; she couldn’t think straight. “I don’t know, I hadn’t thought about it.” Liar, she accused herself. You did too, just this morning.

“You must have at least considered the possibility that you’d be caught again.”

Jess remembered the way Katie looked at her when she’d paraded nude in front of the nine-year-old, that morning after she’d first been intimate with Alice. “Well, okay, I have. Earlier on, I was wondering what might happen if Katie caught us again. See, I remembered what you said about Cindy, how you were thinking about… including her. At first, I told myself you were joking, but then I wasn’t sure. That was when I let myself, uh, imagine what it would be like with Katie. Then, I started thinking about Poppy and I… I had to make myself stop.” Her cheeks burned.

Reaching out, Rachel calmly took Jessica’s hands between hers. “Jess, darling… it will be okay, I promise. Our girls are pretty grown up; they’ve had to be. If you and I face this together, we can make it work… and with all of us participating.”

Jess stared at her friend. “All of us? How do you mean?”

“It’s what I sort of suggested the last time we spoke about this. It seems to me that we should sit down and talk it over — you, me, Alice and Bella at first. We could officially tell the girls about us being lovers, then we tell Alice about me and Bella, and Bella about you and Alice. That way, they’ll have each other to talk to, and who knows, they’ll probably take their relationship to the next level, now that Bella is over her shyness.”

“She is?” Jess said. “Well, after a romp in the sack with the likes of you, I’m hardly surprised.”

“Let me put it this way,” Rachel said, “Alice is going to be amazed, the next time she and Bella have a sleepover. My daughter is champing at the bit to get her hands on yours.” She paused for a moment to think. “Tell you what… why don’t you have Bella spend the night this Friday, and we’ll have that little chat with her and Alice. At the very least, they’ll spend a lovely evening together… and if we’re lucky, all four of us can have some fun.”

Jess considered Rachel’s proposal, already picturing that scene. “That does sound tempting, I must admit. But what about our youngsters? I’d be too nervous to try anything like that with Poppy or Katie around.”

“Hmmm, good point. Let’s see… what if we organized a sleepover at my place for them? That way, Katie and Poppy could come over and have the run of the house with Cindy. I’ll see if Millie can sit for them — which means that I’ll need to save some sex energy for her when I get back home, I suppose. That way, if we do end up joining Alice and Bella, we’ll be able to get as loud and wild as we want!”

“Jesus, that sounds so fucking kinky,” Jess murmured, absently touching between her legs.

Noting where Jessica’s hand was, Rachel couldn’t help but smile. “Then on Saturday, I’ll be teaching these things to Cindy.” She shivered with delight. “God, I can’t wait to get her naked. If all goes as it should, she’ll have another member of our little family society.”

Incest society, you mean,” Jess said. “I can’t believe we’re actually talking about doing this. The more I think about it, though, the more it makes sense. I fought myself about it at first, but you know what? I love what sex has done for the relationship I have with Alice. What would it be like to have that kind of closeness with Katie, too?”

“Well, since I hope to be making love to my youngest this Saturday, you should take the opportunity to come out to Katie… perhaps to Poppy as well.”

Jessica tried to picture that scenario. She’d always been open and honest with her daughters, speaking to them in a way that some would say was too grown up, but the girls had always responded in a way that sometimes made her forget their ages.

“I’m not sure about Poppy. I think she’s too young to be part of this.” Jess interjected.

“I think you’re underestimating her… but okay, let’s leave the little one out of it for now. Katie, though, is very grown up for her age. You should let her know what’s going on, at least, even if you aren’t quite ready to make love to her. Let’s speak about it later in the week.”

Jess knew Rachel was right, but she wasn’t sure how she would broach the subject. Taking a quick glance at the kitchen clock, she turned to her lover. “Much as I’d love to cement our relationship, I really do need to get to work.”

Rachel also checked the time. “Me too. Phone me up some time, if you’re having any further doubts.”

With that, they kissed, each resisting the urge to undress and ravish the other, then Rachel left before either one of them could change her mind.

Once at the store Jessica plunged herself into paperwork, but was too distracted to accomplish much. In the end she spent much of the day in her office trying to work what she would say to the girls, particularly Katie.

That night, she tried to put it all out of her mind, spending the evening helping her daughters with homework before they all settled down on the sofa to watch TV. Every so often, Jess stole a glance at each of her lovely girls, dressed in their nightwear, wondering what their reactions might be when she told them about her newly realized sexuality… and Rachel. Sometimes she peeked at the girls with no other reason than to appreciate the beauty of their youthful, scantily covered bodies.

Alice already knew about her mum’s lesbianism, of course, but making an official announcement out of it seemed different to Jess, more formal… and even though Alice had claimed to be fine with Mum and “Aunt Rachel,” becoming lovers, Jessica still wondered if her daughter mightn’t still feel a bit jealous.

The rest of the evening passed without incident — in fact, Alice didn’t come knocking on her door after hours. Despite a hint of disappointment, Jess was mostly glad that the girl had given her the time and space she needed to collect her thoughts.

So Jessica spent a good long while lost in concentration, staring up at the ceiling — but everything was too jumbled in her mind to organize, so she shut everything out and switched off the light, allowing herself to fall asleep.

As promised: Chapter Fourteen!

 

Expecting, Part Two

  • Posted on April 27, 2019 at 2:19 pm

by  JetBoy

Tammy and Mist followed me in their car as I negotiated the twisting roads that led to my home. Once arrived, I ushered them inside; and once the door had closed behind us we stood there for a moment, grinning foolishly at one another, ready for anything.

“How about dinner?” I finally said.

This met with enthusiastic approval, and I invited Mist and Tammy into the kitchen to join me while I threw something together. They wanted to help, so I dug into my larder, and the three of us pitched in to conjure up a lovely supper of pasta with marinara sauce, a salad and garlic bread. I opened a nice Cabernet, and we sat down to our humble feast and tucked in.

I was incredibly hungry, and my guests clearly were as well, so we made short work of the meal. The mood was one of exuberance. Fixing dinner with Tammy and Mist had been a lot of fun, and we couldn’t stop smiling and giggling as we ate.

The wine turned out to be excellent, and we called on Mist to make a toast. She stood, looked back and forth at her mother and I, then raised her glass and softly said, “To us.”

“To us,” Tammy and I echoed — and when I glanced into my friend’s eyes, I seemed to fall into them. We gazed at each other for an eternity that only lasted for a few seconds, and something passed between us, something warm and beautiful. I think that was when I first realized that this was more than one of my casual lesbian sex romps. Much more.

Then I turned to Mist, who gave me a smile as big and bright as the sun, and I felt a surge of adoration for her, too.

I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but I liked it — and rising from my seat, I purred, “I think we’ll have dessert in the bedroom.” Taking the bottle of wine, I beckoned Tammy and Mist to follow, adding, “Leave the dishes,” with a wink.

We climbed the stairs, a tangible excitation in the air that seemed to positively crackle. The lovemaking we had enjoyed earlier now seemed like a mere appetizer, and we were already ravenous for more. I ached to sample every imaginable sexual delight with this pregnant goddess and her luscious nymph of a daughter. As for Tammy and Mist, they were clearly eager to explore their new relationship as lovers.

Entering my bedroom, I set down the wine bottle and turned to my guests, only to have both mother and daughter take me in their arms. I wrapped my arms around their bodies, and we simply held each other for a long, lovely while. Then I sought out Tammy’s mouth with my own, and we enjoyed a gentle French kiss. Then Tammy turned to her daughter, their mouths meeting, tongues dancing. When Mist kissed me I melted into her, licking at her lower lip, and she sucked playfully at my tongue.

Our kisses grew increasingly urgent, and our hands began to wander and explore the curves and planes of each other’s bodies. Mist’s fingers were toying with my right nipple as I slid a hand beneath her mother’s top to stroke her swollen belly, while Tammy’s tongue trailed its way around the edge of my ear. Our heartbeats seemed to accelerate in unison, the excitement level increasing dramatically by the second.

And then we were undressing each other — but slowly, teasingly, as if we had all the time in the world to make love. A button unfastened here, a portion of skin bared there, the sound of a zipper being tugged down… we were playing out a slow dance of seduction, making each moment count. I tugged Mist’s tank top up and off, bent to place a soft kiss upon her shoulder, then stepped out of my panties when Tammy slid them down to my ankles. No words were spoken — none were needed.

Soon we were all naked, and Mist squealed “Come on!” followed by a flying leap onto my bed, where she bounced excitedly, as if she were eight instead of fourteen.

I glanced over to Tammy, standing beside me. She smiled and took my hand, and we padded over to the bed, climbing aboard next to Mist, whose eyes were aglow with lust. “I wanna watch you guys fuck now,” she cooed.

To hear those wicked words from this sweet young girl… well, my libido was aflame in an instant. I turned to Tammy and seized her in my arms, claiming her luscious mouth with my own. She matched my passion and then some, her tongue darting between my parted lips.

We lay down together, still locked in a fierce embrace. Tammy was fucking my mouth with her tongue, grinding her pregnant body into mine. I dragged my nails down her back, and she broke away long enough to moan “Oh… I love that!”

Her ass demanded to be groped — and I obliged, kneading her generous buttocks with hands that hungered to touch, to fondle, know every inch of this magnificent woman.

My mouth, however, was watering for Tammy’s cunt, and it would not be denied.

Pulling away, I quickly positioned Tammy on her side, then twisted around to burrow my face between her thighs. No gentle nuzzlings were wanted now… I plunged into her sex, a greedy mouth drinking deep from a lover’s body.

A shiver flickered through me as I felt Tammy placing hot, open-mouthed kisses upon my own cunt — then I inhaled sharply as her tongue probed into the vaginal tunnel, wriggling about deliciously. Tammy’s chin was brushing my engorged clitoris, making my body jolt with her every movement.

The entire lower half of my face seemed to be coated with her essence, and I still craved more. Drinking deep from the chalice of my lover’s sex, I suddenly wondered if she tasted different because of her pregnancy. I imagined going down on her right after she gave birth, soothing her aching vagina even as I sampled and savored what new flavor her cunt might have.

Tammy and I lay curled on our sides, pleasuring one another with ardent mouths, our bodies forming a sweet circle of womanhood — a circle with an unborn child nestled in the center. Can the baby feel this, sense our loving from inside her mother’s womb? I wondered. As I ate Tammy’s juicy cunt, I slipped a hand between our bodies and placed it on her belly, wanting to convey all the warmth and joy I felt at that moment to the little one.

Then I felt a crazy surge of joy as Tammy placed her hand atop mine, squeezing it as if to say that she knew my wishes, and shared them. It was a beautiful moment that sent my arousal — and my love — soaring.

My response was to grind my face even deeper into Tammy’s wet flesh, going down on her with everything I had. No subtlety here — my objective now was to make her come and come hard. I rolled my tongue around the walls of her vagina, then withdrew to shift my attention to the hard nub of her clitoris, which I sucked between my lips.

Tammy took my cue, quickly moving to envelop my throbbing clit with the warmth of her mouth — and then we were off, both of us passengers on a mad roller coaster of sexual rapture that wrenched us this way and that, ever moving faster, faster; knotting into tangles of pure velocity that swiftly untied themselves, only to twist together all over again; whizzing past blurred flashes of ecstasy, barely glimpsed through speed-narrowed eyes.

Oh, my stars, what a wild ride it was. And it steadily grew ever more intense as Tammy and I each licked and sucked and nibbled at the other’s pleasure button. I was spinning, whirling helplessly as that damned roller coaster somehow trapped itself on a loop-the-loop, increasing its speed on each go-round — gravity tearing at me like an insane thing as the world raced by spinning, spinning, spinning —

And then I was coming, wrenched free from the weird whirligig and flying headlong through space, body strobing to the impossible poundpoundpound of my heart, each beat in perfect rhythm with the throbbing of my orgasm. I plummeted to earth, but somehow never felt myself land.

Finally, my eyes fluttered open.

I was greeted by the sight of Tammy’s beautiful cunt, the glistening pink flesh nearly hidden within a thick bush of auburn curls. I moved in to press an affectionate kiss inside the dewy flower, then rested my cheek upon my new lover’s inner thigh. A blissful, serene haze enveloped me, and I felt a sudden flush of warmth course through my limbs as Tammy lightly nuzzled my own still-tingling sex.

Then I felt soft hands caressing my body, and I rolled away from Tammy to peer up at the beaming face of Mist, who now knelt beside us. “Gosh,” she whispered, her eyes moist as she stroked her mother and me, “that was… that was awesome.”

I was out of breath and a bit dizzy, but the sight of this naked girl rejuvenated me, made me want her. Raising myself into a sitting position, I drew Mist into my arms, covering her mouth with my own. My lips were sticky with Tammy’s wetness, and the cute teen moaned happily as she tasted and delighted in the flavor of her mother.

Tammy was now hugging her daughter from behind, adorning Mist’s neck with heated, open-mouthed kisses. A prickle of excitement raced through me as Tammy trailed her tongue up to the girl’s ear, pausing to nip at the lobe in a playful fashion. Mist swiveled around to gaze at her, and a lust-filled glance passed between them that made my heart skip a beat. Then their mouths crushed together as they embraced, mother and daughter lost in the forbidden pleasures of incest.

Then Tammy gently broke their kiss, turned to me and with a wicked smile cooed, “C’mon, Carly… I think Mist needs both of us to get her off.”

Tammy and I lay the girl down between us and began to touch her, gossamer-light caresses that traveled the length and breadth of her body. She sighed contentedly, lulled into relaxation. But as our touches became less gentle, more intimate, Mist began to squirm in arousal.

Then we began to love her with our mouths as well as our fingers — barely-there kisses, light tongue flicks and teasing love bites intended to drive her frantic with lust. Soon she was moaning in our arms as we lavished affection on her bare body. We were careful, though, not to make Mist come, wanting to take her to the absolute limit of pleasure — and beyond! She would have to beg us for release.

By now I was sucking on Mist’s toes, sending delicious shivers through her slim frame while Tammy licked at her daughter’s nipples. I could see her hand tucked between Mist’s thighs, fingers lightly stroking at the girl’s slit.

Mist was writhing helplessly, eyes wild as she mewled in desperation. “Oh, Mommy,” she gasped, “Carly. P-please… let me — ohhhhh, I need to, to…”

In spite of her entreaties, we continued to tease her for just a bit longer. Then Tammy’s eyes met mine, and she gave me a nod.

I quickly crawled between the redheaded nymph’s slender thighs, opened her cunt with my fingers and kissed the sweet pinkness inside. Tammy was manipulating Mist’s clitoris with her fingers as I allowed my tongue to slide deep into the girl’s vagina. She tasted wonderful — tart and juicy as an exotic fruit.

I began to tongue-fuck my teenage lover, gazing up the length of her form to watch Tammy enjoy her daughter’s breasts — suckling them, then teasing the pert nipples with her teeth. Mist’s head was thrown back, mouth slack as she cradled her mother’s face to her chest. Her body was quivering from head to toe. She was going to come soon, and her climax promised to be one for the record books.

Eager to take this young lesbian even higher, I brought my hand into play as I continued to suck at Mist’s dripping cunt, placing the tip of a finger against the moist cleft between her buttocks. A shudder flickered through her body at that — and as she sucked in a lungful of air, I slid the finger all the way into her anus with a single steady stroke.

And then Mist exploded in a surge of pleasure that had the girl thrashing about like a wild mare, her heels drumming a tattoo on the mattress as she came. God, did she come. It was all I could do to hang on and not be thrown from the bed by the helpless thrusts of her hips. I held firm, though — my mouth glued to Mist’s sex, tongue probing her. I was rolling my finger around inside the teen’s anus, moving it in tight little circles… and that only made her buck all the harder.

Tammy and I carried Mist through the arc of her ecstasy, keeping it going until she had climaxed at least four times in succession. Finally she lay limp, her eyes glazed, panting as if she’d just completed a marathon.

I lifted my face from between Mist’s thighs as Tammy turned to me, the two of us coming together in a brief but passionate kiss of celebration. Finally we broke apart and lay down alongside Mist, cuddling her between us.

We three lay entwined for a long, wonderful while — serene and contented, occasionally exchanging soft kisses and taking warm swallows of wine from the bottle I’d brought upstairs.

I was amazed at how good it felt – just being with these beautiful women. When it came to relationships, I’d always kept things on a casual basis. I just liked playing the field too much, sharing my bed with a steady stream of willing and curious females. But the warmth and affection that I felt in the arms of Tammy and Mist was something else again. It was as if I’d been magically transformed into a teenager with an enormous crush — and I loved it!

The three of us didn’t leave the house or put on a stitch of clothing from that Friday night until early Sunday. Well, I threw on a dressing gown when we had Chinese take-out delivered on Saturday night, but otherwise it was all nude, all the time. Mist had made plans to meet with friends on Saturday, but she called them to beg off, claiming she had a headache. And for an amazing forty hours or so, Tammy, Mist and I indulged our every sense in a wild bacchanalia of pleasure that the gods on Olympus might have envied.

We made love again and again in every combination, three new lovers exploring every part, every inch of each other’s bodies. We fucked ourselves into exhaustion, dozed, then awakened to fuck once more. We’d unwind from our orgies in the hot tub, though even in there we’d make out — which sometimes got the love play going all over again.

And when we weren’t engaged in carnal delights, there were many other ways to pass the time. We watched a Bollywood film from my DVD collection, danced naked to Sixties soul records, fed each other chocolate cake with our fingers, even had an impromptu yoga session. I read to Tammy and Mist from the love poems of John Donne, and Tammy told our fortunes with a Tarot deck I had lying around. As for Mist, she fell in love with my tabby cat Percival, and played with him every chance she got.

But that wasn’t all — we also shared our souls. I found myself opening up to Mist and Tammy in a way I seldom did with my lovers, giving them the chance to see me as I honestly was… all the while getting to know them better, too.

And Tammy and Mist were discovering one another in a different way — mother and daughter adding a sexual dimension to their relationship, joyfully exploring a new life together as women in love.

There was one more particularly special moment that I want to tell you about. We were curled together on the bed, all flushed and glowing from our lovemaking. We’d just engaged in an oral daisy chain; the three of us licking each other’s cunts at the same time.

Anyhow, Mist twisted around to smile at her mother and murmured, “Say, Mom… do you have one of those strap-on cock thingies?”

Tammy arched an eyebrow at her daughter. “Well… yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

Blushing sweetly, Mist replied. “Um, I’m — well, the thing is, I’m still a virgin, Mom… and I’d kinda like for you to be my first fuck.”

Tammy’s eyes widened. “Mist!” she gasped, “Is that… are you sure that’s what you want? You shouldn’t rush into–”

Mist placed a finger against her mother’s lips to shush her. “It’s been a fantasy of mine, Mom,” she whispered. “Ever since I knew that I wanted you. God, I’ve made myself come so many times, just imagining you on top of me, taking me with your cock… totally making me yours.” She cupped Tammy’s cheek, her eyes shining with love.

Tammy was overcome with emotion. “Oh… oh, my God, Mist,” she breathed, her eyes suddenly moist. “I don’t know what to say…”

Mist sighed happily. “I… I never believed it could actually happen, Mom. It was just a, a crazy dream I used to get myself off. But now that we’ve made love…” She touched her mother’s swollen belly. “I know you can’t fuck me just yet… but — after the baby is born, I hope you will, Mom. You’ll b-be making my dream come true.” She took her mother’s hand, pressing it to her lips. “Oh, Mom — please say yes! I don’t want anyone but you to do it…”

Tammy stared at the ceiling. “How can I say no?” she whispered, her face alight with wonder. She turned to Mist. “Sweet baby,” she cooed, “If you want me to be your first, nothing would make me happier.” She drew Mist close, cradling the teen’s face to her breasts. Then she glanced at me, her eyes brimming with happy tears. “I’ve got a date with my little girl, Carly,” she whispered. “She wants me to fuck her.”

I was on the verge of tears myself, overwhelmed by this incredible love between mother and daughter. “I think it’s a beautiful thing, Tammy… and you are a very lucky woman.”

Then we were all hugging… and it was only moments before the three of us were making love again, our lust rekindled.

Our weekend was a wonderful vacation from the cares of the world, and I was sorry to see it end. Tammy had to work on Sunday, though, and I’d committed myself to a staff meeting at the clinic that same afternoon. So mother and daughter bid me a fond goodbye, we kissed passionately, and I waved as they slowly drove away.

Ah, but before they left, Tammy and Mist made plans with me to get together for dinner on Monday night at a local French restaurant. It was a marvelous evening, too. We enjoyed a fine meal, then nipped back to their place for fun and games. All of which, needless to say, we played naked.

Over the next few weeks the three of us spent every spare moment in each other’s company, and that included more than a few overnight sleepovers. I even drove Mist to school one morning and, wicked woman that I am, fingered her to a lovely orgasm before I dropped her off.

The sex continued to be nothing short of incredible, and the time I spent with Tammy and Mist with our clothes on was a joy, too. Getting to know them both, as friends and lovers, moved me to reevaluate a few things I’d always taken for granted about myself. As I mentioned earlier, I’d always been one for casual, commitment-free relationships. Oh, there had been roommates, in my less affluent days, but I had never shared my personal space with a lover, and shunned serious romance as if it carried the plague. I’d been a player, jumping into bed with any available female that took my fancy.

But the hours, the days, the nights spent with Mist and Tammy had me wanting something different.

Suddenly I wasn’t seen at the Hot Spur on Fridays, trolling for young cuties. I abandoned the lesbian chat room. I bought a very expensive new outfit — complete with sexy underwear — just to dazzle Tammy and Mist for a night out on the town. I sent them flowers and spent hours making each of them a personalized mix CD. They had an ice cream cake delivered to my door, festooned with pink frosting hearts. Then there was the night that they tied me to a chair in my living room and performed for me, doing a nicely choreographed song-and-dance rendition of “I Only Have Eyes for You,” while stripping naked, one item of clothing at a time… then they got into a mother-daughter sex show on the floor at my bound feet that nearly gave yours truly a heart attack — not to mention got me so fucking wet that I had to have the chair professionally cleaned. I wouldn’t let Tammy pay for it, either.

After three weeks of this craziness, I knew I was in love.

It shook me up, I’ll tell you… but I was determined not to let this chance for happiness slip through my fingers. I invited Tammy and Mist over for dinner on Friday, then spent a couple of days making preparations.

By the time the doorbell rang on Friday, I was a bundle of nerves… but as I opened the door to let them in, all the tension that was churning through my tummy simply melted away at the sight of their smiling faces. I was a woman in love, and everything was perfect.

We dined on a sumptuous feast of chicken in a orange glaze, a wild rice casserole and steamed vegetables, with black bottom pie for dessert. Then I brought out a bottle of vintage Reisling, and we toasted one another. Then, my heart racing with excitement, I took out three tiny black velvet boxes and gave one apiece to Tammy and Mist.

I watched as mother and daughter opened the boxes, then flipped the top of my own. Their eyes widened in unison at the sight of the trio of matching rings I had purchased.

And I simply said, “I love you both, and I want to be a part of your lives. Tammy, Mist… will you marry me?”

The next thing I knew, we three were hugging tightly, all of us sobbing as we tearfully exchanged vows of devotion. I was deliriously happy and, truth be told, a little wistful that I’d spent so many years running away from this kind of love.

Before long our hugs and kisses began to grow increasingly heated, so we tiptoed up the stairs to the bedroom, shedding our clothes as we went. By the time we reached my bed – our bed — we were all naked and ready to play. And play we did, losing ourselves in an evening of wild sex that I still remember vividly. All the heat and passion we had already explored together was there, now flavored with the spice of romance.

A few weeks later, we had a small ceremony in which Tammy and I were joined together, as lovers and life partners. Mist slipped the rings on our fingers, which all our friends thought was adorable — but nobody noticed that she wore a ring of her own, one exactly like ours.

So Tammy and I were united as a couple. Everyone cheered, we had a great party afterward, toasts were made, confetti was thrown. Then my lovers and I waved goodbye to the guests, jumped in the car and squealed away in a crunch of gravel for our honeymoon. I’d borrowed a vacation house in Costa Rica from a friend of mine, and we spent two weeks there, celebrating our new life together.

*****

That was five years ago. The three of us are still together, still blissfully content.

Mist attends a local college, and occasionally enjoys herself with other girls, some of whom she brings home to romp with in her room. But she always returns to the big bed that her mother and I share, where we three renew our secret bond, this wondrous triangle of love and lust that unites us.

Oh, and then there’s the fourth member of our happy household — the one who brought us together in the first place, when you think about it.

Pony Myrtle Parker was born nearly a month after our ceremony. The birth was performed by a midwife I know, so it took place in our home. After the midwife had shared a congratulatory glass of wine with us and departed, Mist and I undressed and climbed into bed with the new mother to make gentle love to her. And yes, we both took turns going down on Tammy, soothing her vagina with our mouths as she nursed our daughter.

That was such an amazing experience that we made it part of our sex lives for awhile — Tammy, Mist and I sharing our bodies as lovers while Pony fed at her mother’s breast, all four of us gloriously nude.

I still carry a picture in my mind — an image viewed while lying between Tammy’s thighs, mouth buried in her red pubes as I drink of her thick, sweet nectar. I’m gazing at Mist’s flawless bottom as she perches upon her mother’s face; then at Tammy, happily licking at the juicy cunt of her daughter. And all the while, little Pony is nestled in Tammy’s arm, taking milk from her mommy’s nipple. I’m not sure I’ll ever have a lovelier erotic memory.

Unless it happens to be the night, two weeks after Pony’s birth, when Tammy kept her promise to Mist and took her daughter’s virginity. I prepared Mist for her mother, licking her slit while she sucked at the seven-inch latex cock that jutted proudly from her mother’s waist.

It was a breathtaking sight, watching Tammy lower her naked body onto that of her daughter, slowly entering Mist until the tip of her cock rested against the girl’s hymen. Tammy and I each took one of Mist’s hands… fingers entwining as our virgin lover inhaled deeply, bracing herself for her mom’s penetration.

Mist cried out loud when Tammy’s cock broke through the thin membrane, her face contorting with pain. She wouldn’t allow her mother to pull out, though, wrapping her legs around Tammy’s ass to hold her in place while she waited for the hurt to lessen… trying her best to accommodate the seven inches of latex that filled her. Finally she whispered, “Okay, Mom, I’m ready… just go slow.”

God, it was beautiful. The tears were still drying on her cheeks, but Mist’s face gradually grew radiant with joy as Tammy began to move her hips — only an inch or two at a time, at first.

And soon mother and daughter were really fucking, their bodies grinding lewdly, mouths pressed together in the most torrid of French kisses. I frantically masturbated while I watched my lovers from a ringside seat, right next to them on our bed.

It was a hell of a night, one that left Mist with an abiding passion for strap-on sex. And the little minx loved to fuck — every bit as much as she loved to be fucked. Tammy’s cock, along with a few other bad-girl toys that we owned, became a crucial part of our collective sex life after that night.

Pony is four now and about to begin nursery school, the most charming, delightful child imaginable. I certainly never saw myself as the maternal type, back in those younger, wilder days, but raising Pony together with my lovers has brought me a profound sense of fulfillment. Corny as it sounds, I consider myself blessed.

Our little girl understands that Tammy and I are a couple, and has even seen us make love a few times… but we are keeping big sister Mist’s role in our sex lives a secret from Pony until she is old enough to understand.

It was Mist who was the first to bring up the subject of bringing Pony into our incestuous relationship, broaching the idea soon after the child had turned three. Mist adores her baby sister, and wants her to be a part of the passion and pleasure that she, her mother and I have shared for five years.

We spent hours discussing the pros and cons of making love to our little girl. In the end, Mist’s heartfelt arguments won the day.

Here’s what we finally decided. Pony is already comfortable in a lesbian household where open nudity and sex are part of our everyday life, and we have always been very physically affectionate with her. When she turns seven, Tammy, Mist and I will sit our child down and tell her about our secret love life, then offer Pony the chance to join the three of us in bed. Mist has already staked her claim on making love to her little sister first, but Tammy and I are also ready and willing to teach our daughter all about the joys of the lesbian life. And knowing Pony as we do, we are all confident that she will say yes.

It’s a wonderful feeling, imagining that day, less than three years from now, when we hope to make Pony our new lover. And this anticipation we feel only seems to grow in intensity with the passage of time. Our little girl might make some adorable remark, or skip happily through the living room, or sprawl naked before the television, giggling at a Bugs Bunny cartoon — and Tammy and I will share a secret smile, or Mist will give us both a saucy wink as we dream of the magical night when our sweet trio will become a quartet.

The End

 

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 22

  • Posted on April 25, 2019 at 2:08 pm

By Naughty Mommy

We managed to slow down without anyone coming, then sat back and took several deep breaths, focusing on a deeply conscious awareness of our physical sensations. Everyone in our group, three suburban moms and four young girls along with myself, a teenager, was still completely dressed — and we were all extremely turned on.

“Breathe,” I instructed, mixing in some meditation with masturbation, as I often enjoyed doing. “Breathe in, breathe out, and know that you are breathing. Taste the air as it fills your lungs. Close your eyes and feel your heart beating… that’s good, and now press in just a bit on your pussy. Can you feel your pulse there too? Feel the energy?”

I’d told them they should keep a hand between their legs, but on the outside of their panties. And I hadn’t closed my own eyes, so I watched as they all pressed their fingers in. My own panties were quite damp, I could feel that, yet it was nothing compared to how wet some of the others were, especially Donna and Danielle. Both women had been fucking themselves while we did our first edging exercise and their fingers were covered with goo, their underwear soaked.

“For the next round,” I said, “I want to try doing it two by two. Except we’ll be naked this time. Let’s start with Addison and Cherise. You girls stand up and take off each other’s clothes while we watch, okay?”

The fourth-graders giggled and grinned, but got to their feet and did a little show for us, slowly stripping off shoes and socks, tops and skirts, and finally undies, until they were nude. I saw Cherise glance toward the floor to ceiling windows, looking outside. I’d made no move yet to close the curtains and she may have been a bit shy, worried that the neighbors could see in. Addison, however, didn’t seem to care about that.

“Very nice,” I nodded. “You girls are both just lovely, so beautiful. You should be proud of how you look.”

The women agreed with me, offering murmurs of approval.

Cherise was tall for her age, and slim, with a slight trace of dark hair beginning to sprout on her mound. Although the child was still mostly flat, her nipples were swollen, forming little peaks on her chest. So perfect, so tempting. I felt my pussy tingling with illicit desire for her.

Addison, by contrast, had the appearance of a little girl — which she was in fact, barely ten years old. She was the shortest of the kids and had some baby fat, giving her a smooth, softly rounded shape. Her chest was totally undeveloped, nipples just small pink discs. I was aware, however, as we all were, that even though she looked so young and innocent, Addison certainly could experience sexual arousal and reach orgasm. We’d seen that plenty of times. And she was an utterly seductive child too, with an inborn talent for flirting, as I had experienced with her right from the beginning. How very fortunate I was, I thought to myself, to have met Kay and her daughter, along with all the others. Then suddenly I realized was daydreaming, letting my thoughts run away with me while everyone waited.

I cleared my throat. “Um, Heather, why don’t you go sit with your mom, and Felicity, you can sit with me, okay? Right here, on my lap,” I suggested, patting my thighs.

The sisters got up, leaving the sofa free. Felicity came to me, blushing. I knew she had sort of a crush on me, and the feeling was mutual. I gave her a squeeze as she sat down, cuddling close. Heather went to her mother and perched on her lap. They kissed one another on the lips.

“All right, Cherise and Addison, you can start now. Sit down and face toward each other. I want you to masturbate, play with yourselves. Try to get as turned on as you can, get as close as possible to coming, but without having an orgasm. Let’s see how long you can both stay on the edge.”

I hadn’t given any guidance to the spectators, said whether or not we were allowed to masturbate. That wouldn’t have been easy to do, of course, for me or for Donna, with the kids on our laps. But for Kay and Danielle, it was no problem. And as they watched their daughters massage their little pussies, both women put their hands inside their panties, rubbing their clits.

“Just make sure you don’t come,” I quietly cautioned them.

“We won’t,” said Kay.

“We’ll stay right on the edge,” added Danielle, with a wink. “Like we’re supposed to.”

It seemed to take the young girls, Addison and Cherise, several minutes to become fully aroused. Perhaps they were nervous, being on display, as if on stage. As time went by, however, they gradually relaxed and let the feelings take over. Soon enough they were breathing quickly, cheeks growing flushed, fingers moving fast between their legs.

“Are you getting close?” I asked them.

“I think so,” said Addison.

Cherise licked her lips. “I am, for sure.”

“Okay, that’s great. Now, if you can, try to stay there for as long as you can, maybe going faster or slowing down to make sure you’re on the edge but not quite coming. Can you do that?”

Neither girl said anything but both nodded in reply as they watched each other masturbate. I wasn’t wearing a watch, so I couldn’t really time them, but I let the kids continue that way for what I thought was around ten minutes or so. Then I said, “All right, you guys, that’s great. Fantastic. You have really learned a lot. You can stop now and we’ll give someone else a chance.”

Addison took her hand away immediately and turned to face me, sporting a big grin. She was always very adaptable. Cherise, though, seemed to have a slightly harder time with it. She kept rubbing a few seconds longer, frowning as she muttered, “I really wish I could, um… get to the end.”

“I know, sweetheart,” I told her. “I understand. And I promise, you’ll be able to do that later. Just not yet.”

I patted Felicity’s leg then got up from my chair, scooting the girl off my lap, and went to Cherise, giving her a warm hug and kissing her cheek. “You did such a good job, showing the rest of us how to do it. But now you can watch while me and your mom see if we can do as well as you and Addison did.”

With this I reached out to Danielle, beckoning her to join me. When she stood, Addison trotted over to take her place on the love seat, snuggling in with her mom, while Felicity went to her mother and sister.

Cherise, still wearing a frown, sat down grumpily in the chair I had vacated. I thought it was good that the child felt such a strong need for an orgasm, even if the delay was frustrating to her. That was sort of the point of what we were doing.

Anyway, Danielle and I stood together in front of the sofa, holding hands. She was wearing a short pleated tartan skirt that day, like a schoolgirl, along with a white blouse with cap sleeves. On her feet were little white ankle socks and cute Mary Janes. She looked adorable.

I was in a skirt as well, also pleated, but mine was dark green. I liked the way the color set off my pale, lightly freckled legs. On top I wore a sleeveless pullover shirt in a green and purple pattern with a scoop neck. My black shoes were flats, and I had no socks on.

“Let me take your clothes off first, okay?” I said to Danielle. “And then you take mine off.”

“All right.”

When I began unbuttoning the woman’s blouse, I saw that she had a white bralette underneath in the same eyelet pattern as her panties. Yummy. After setting the blouse aside and removing her skirt, I stepped back for a moment to take in the sight of her beautiful slender body in those girlish undergarments. My clit throbbed as I gazed at her. Then I knelt at her feet and unbuckled her shoes, taking them off, and pulled off her socks. Next was the panties. I tugged them slowly down, admiring her completely bare, smoothly waxed pussy, the inner lips glistening with moisture.

Last came the bralette. I knew Danielle was shy about her boobs, though she had no need to be, in my opinion. But she was. As I lifted the flimsy bralette over her head and off, I said, “God, you are so hot. I just love your little titties.”

“Thanks,” she smiled.

And she was hot. Even though her breasts were small and sagged a bit, her dark brown nipples were long and firm, deliciously tempting. I licked my lips ostentatiously while staring at them, then said, “Okay, your turn.”

She took the hem of my shirt and raised it up, revealing to everyone that I wasn’t wearing a bra — though that might have been obvious anyway, considering how stiff my nipples were.

“Ooh, nice,” said Danielle, ogling my breasts.

She pulled the shirt over my head, then removed my shoes and my skirt. Finally she peeled my panties down my legs, and when I stepped out of them, we both were naked. This brought a round of applause from our audience, which surprised and pleased me, actually making me blush.

Danielle and I took our seats on the sofa, facing one another. I glanced over at Kay, who was wearing a watch, and said, “Once we both get, like, close, could you time us? Check to see that we stay on the edge for at least ten minutes?”

“Sure, no problem.”

Then we began.

Danielle, of course, had been masturbating the whole time as she watched her daughter and Addison play with themselves, so she was already primed, nice and warm and wet. It took me a few minutes to catch up with her, but pretty soon I felt that wonderful jiggly feeling inside, the nervous, breathtaking energy of an impending climax.

“Okay, I’m… I’m there,” I said in a quavering voice. “You can start timing us now… um, if, if you’re ready, Danielle.”

“Well, yeah, I am,” she nodded. “I’ve been ready a while now.”

That made me smile. Impulsively I leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the mouth, then sat back again. “I love watching you,” I told her. “It totally turns me on.”

“I know, me too,” she replied, looking down at my red bush. “You are so sexy, Britt.”

“Thanks.”

Kay timed us as we rubbed ourselves and watched each other. Danielle was very good at this. I could see that with only a slight change in the pace and intensity of her movements, she was able to remain right on the edge of the precipice, barely short of tipping over.

For me it was more difficult. I had to actually take my hand from my pussy a couple of times so as not to lose control. That would have been embarrassing if the teacher couldn’t do what she teaching. But my god, it felt so amazing. Each time I resumed rubbing my clit, the sensations were magnified. By the end, it seemed my whole body was on fire, overheated with lust, ready to explode.

“Okay, it’s been fifteen minutes,” said Kay.

“Jesus,” I gasped, trembling. “I don’t wanna stop.”

But I did. I pulled my dripping fingers away and looked at Cherise. “You’re right, honey, this is really hard.”

She grinned and nodded. “I know.”

I took a few deep breaths, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my wrist, then got up from the sofa. “Let’s have Heather and Felicity go next, all right? And after them, Donna and Kay.”

The sisters got up from the cushioned chair where they’d been seated side by side on their mother’s lap, their arms around her neck. When they left, Donna immediately pulled up her short skirt and spread her legs, rubbing herself through her powder blue panties, eyes bright with lust and excitement.

Felicity was in a denim mini and a pink Barbie tee, while Heather wore a cute little sundress, pure white with yellow daisies. Both girls had white sneakers on with no socks.

“We strip first, right?” Heather said to me, with a mischievous smile. “Strip each other?”

“That’s right,” I nodded, stroking my pussy in anticipation.

I was in the loveseat now, sitting beside Kay who had Addison on her lap. The little girl and I were nude, with Kay still fully clothed. It made a nice contrast. Danielle was in the other chair, Cherise snuggling on her lap, mother and daughter both naked.

Heather started with Felicity, kneeling to remove her sneakers, then undoing the denim miniskirt and sliding it down her sister’s legs. Standing, she lifted the Barbie t-shirt up and off. It was always such a thrill to see Felicity’s chest, those enticing breast buds capped with pink nipples. They made my mouth water.

Kneeling again, Heather hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of Felicity’s pink cotton undies. Slowly, very slowly, she began peeling the panties down, gradually revealing more and more of the child’s smooth, hairless mound. This was obviously a deliberate move — Heather seemed to have a sense of what turned us on, what the moms and I wanted to see, and perhaps it aroused her too, doing it like that. I rubbed my clit faster as I stared at the naked ten-year-old.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Donna hissed, “so fucking hot!”

She had her legs spread wide, both hands working inside her panties. The woman made no effort to hide her lust for daughters, even if she consistently refused to go all the way with them. Maybe someday, I kept hoping.

Now it was Felicity’s turn to strip Heather. She started with the sneakers, taking them off and setting them aside. Then, as she got to her feet, she drew her hands up the back of her sister’s pretty legs, raising the hem of the sundress until it reached Heather’s waist, letting us see her yellow and white striped undies. She couldn’t remove the dress that way, however. It would have to be unzipped first, the halter top opened.

As she reached behind Heather’s neck, Felicity glanced over at her mother. She smiled as she watched Donna masturbate, then turned back to Heather and brought their lips together, kissing her wetly.

“Goddamn, yes!” urged Donna, before asking me, “Are you sure I can’t come?”

I shook my head. “No, you can’t, not yet. And neither can I, no matter how hot this is.”

Felicity undid the halter top, then pulled the zipper and let the dress fall to the floor, all in one motion. She stepped to one side and Heather stood before us, an utterly beautiful twelve-year old wearing nothing but a tiny pair of panties, bikini panties at that.

I had to stop for a few seconds, taking my hands from my cunt, or I would have climaxed as I stared at the girl.

Then Felicity did something surprising. She sat on the sofa behind Heather and slowly began tugging her sister’s undies down. It was another enticing and forbidden show for us perverts. As the fabric slipped away, we saw a bit of hair come into view, not much, just some blonde fur around the girl’s labia.

“Oh my god,” someone grunted. It was Donna. She was slumped in the chair now, looking up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Her hands gripped her thighs, massaging them.

“Did you come?” I asked.

She shook her head, licking her lips, then finally said, “No, not… almost… but not quite.”

“Okay, that’s good,” I told her. “Thank you for working so hard at this.”

“You’re welcome, I guess,” she grinned.

Felicity and Heather had taken their places on the sofa, facing one another, slim legs spread wide open. Without saying anything, but knowing what the plan was, they began rubbing themselves.

It was so hot watching the sisters. I never tired of seeing them together, and it seemed to turn everyone else on just as much. Looking around, I found it was not only me and Donna masturbating, but the others as well, Danielle and Cherise, Kay and Addison. For the next fifteen minutes or so, we all played with ourselves, creating a roomful of gooey, fragrant pussies, our sighs and moans filling the air. Luckily no one climaxed.

I called a halt when I saw Felicity repeatedly holding her breath with her face turning red, then letting it out in a sudden gasp. I remembered that this was her pattern and likely would soon lead to an orgasm. Since we didn’t want that, not yet, and since both girls had seemingly been on or close to the edge for several minutes already, I announced, “Okay, that’s good. Great job, you two.”

Onward to Chapter 23!

 

My Daughter and I Begin

  • Posted on April 23, 2019 at 7:25 pm

Author Unknown

It was my ex-girlfriend Nora who got me started, I guess. She’s gone now, but the inspiration she gave me remains.

Our sex was the “anytime, any place” sort, lesbian style. Water sports, toys, an enormous strap-on cock and talk of young girls. I knew she had a predilection that way, and not only did it not bother me, it turned me on to talk about it.

One night, the subject of my eight-year-old daughter Jenny came up. I can’t remember how we ended up talking about it, but the conversation centered on the smell of young girls; particularly the scent of their pussies. That night as we fucked, I whispered in her ear, “Are you thinking of little Jenny’s cunt?”

She said, “Yes,” then asked with a knowing smile, “Are you?”

I didn’t have to make it up, I replied “Yes, I’m thinking of her pussy now.” I was, too. And I wasn’t ashamed.

As I said, Nora’s gone now. We’re still friends, blah blah blah, but what I’ve continued to do is, before I turn in for the night, I’ll get a pair of Jenny’s used panties from the hamper and bring them to bed with me. My little girl is eleven now, and utterly adorable. I lie in bed and smell her panties, linger over them until I give into my desire, and then I slowly lick the crotch to taste my daughter’s cunt.

And I get crude in my fantasies. I say the words as they enter my head — sometimes, even whispering them aloud.

I’ll fantasize I’m talking to her, saying, Do you like me licking your baby cunt? And in my imagination I’ve already taught her the dirty words I want her to use, so she’ll reply, Yes, Mummy, lick my cunt, get me wet, make me come in your mouth. Fuck your little girl.

I’d developed a serious obsession, and for two years I’d been wondering how to make a move on my little girl without scaring her silly. After all, she’s my daughter and I love her with all my heart. But maybe I didn’t want her to learn about sex at the hands of some young spotty adolescent, a lout who cared not a fig for my little girl as he groped her secret parts. I wanted to be her lover.

Then one night, something wonderful happened.

I’d gone to bed with a pair of Jenny’s panties, like usual. I’d chosen a particularly cute baby-blue pair — those always turned me on in a big way, especially when my daughter was running around in them.

I’d hardly started in on my fantasy when the door slowly opened and in came little Jenny. There was no reason for her to be there. Oh, it had happened before in times of stress; thunder storms, bad dreams, the usual. But tonight? All was calm, as was she. Yet there she was, crawling into bed with me in her everyday sleepwear, a Tigger t-shirt with loose-fitting shorts.

I asked if she was okay, she whispered “Yes,” and then fell asleep.

It felt as if I was in unexplored terrain. I couldn’t very well start masturbating with Jenny’s panties while she was so close to me, but damn it, I was feeling more aroused that I could ever remember being.

I whispered, “Jenny?” No response. I put my hand on her leg and gently shook it — no response.

I kept my hand on her leg, just above the knee. She had quite thin legs, just on the verge of filling out and becoming womanly. I stroked her thigh in a motherly fashion, or so I told myself, but my touches were increasing in proportion to my heart rate.

Her legs were already slightly parted; now they eased open just a bit more. Was she asleep? This was so risky.

I softly whispered her name once more. Nothing.

I was now stroking the inside of her left thigh, the one nearest to me, slowly letting my hand move higher. Where was I going? What was I doing? Then came the magical moment when my fingers slipped beneath her shorts and I felt wisps of soft down between her legs.

Why was I surprised that she had pubes? She was on the cusp of womanhood, after all. It was like stroking a peach.

By this point I’d eased her left leg over my right. I felt like I was falling down a ravine as my fingers gently touched her virgin cunt. And there was my second surprise. She was wet. She felt wet and open. I gently continued my caressing, amazed at my own temerity, at my own willingness to seduce my own daughter.

“Mummy?”

I froze. I stopped. Stock still, like a statue. The only part of me that continued to move was my thumping heart.

“That feels nice, Mummy.”

Mind you, I didn’t feel any sense of relief at her words. I think I was still in shock.

“Don’t stop Mummy, please.”

Had she been awake all this time? It didn’t really matter, she certainly was now.

“Baby,” I said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

But I hadn’t moved my hand. And then I felt her hand on mine.

“Don’t stop,” she said again.

So I carried on, stroking her sweet slit. Her arms came from beneath the bedclothes and she pushed them down. I helped til we were both completely uncovered. I’d moved my hand so it was inside her shorts from the top, cupping her little sex while my middle finger was caressing her clit. Jenny’s breathing deepened, as did mine.

I had to say something, we couldn’t continue this without speaking about it first. I had a feeling that if we carried on in silence, then went to sleep in silence, we’d wake up in silence.

“Are you okay, baby?” I asked.

“Yes, it feels wonderful,” Jenny said, then, “Don’t worry, Mummy,” she continued, as if reading my mind. “This is our secret.”

My finger was now inside her cunt. I was stunned by how wet my little girl was.

“I want to taste you, darling,” I whispered, “I want to lick you down there, would you like that?”

She just nodded.

“Tell me.” I said. “Tell me that you want me to taste you.”

She gave a determined nod. “I want you to taste me, Mummy, I want you to lick me.”

I eased Jenny’s t-shirt up to reveal her little tits. They were small, but as she lay now, her chest was as flat as a two-year-old’s. I licked her nipples, suckled them, then began to kiss my way down to her tummy.

“Dearest Jenny… I want you so much,” I told her as I continued my journey down her body. “Are you sure about this?”

“Surer than anything,” my child said, and I dipped my head between her legs.

I kissed her inner thighs, then moved in to lick her, shaking as I took that first taste of my beautiful daughter. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and a whole world of possibilities opened up before us.

*****

We woke in the morning… not to silence, but to smiles and a hug. I’d gone down on my eleven-year-old daughter and made her come twice. The very thought made me wet all over again.

I pulled her to me, wrapped my arms around her little body and we held each other. Her pajamas had disappeared in the night and we lay naked in each other’s arms.

I eventually went for a shower, then downstairs to make breakfast. There were still chores to do, after all. Jenny would be off to school soon, so I decided to skip work. I would’ve been useless anyway.

It was when Jenny came into the kitchen that the reality of what we’d done really hit home. She was in her school uniform and she looked, once again, like my eleven-year-old daughter. Just a little girl.

She seemed fine, but I was fast becoming a mess. Somehow, I managed to hold it together until she’d left for the bus stop at the head of the street, but once I was alone, I cried. These weren’t tears of despair or guilt, or even happiness. I don’t know why I cried, I just did.

I got through the day, but as the time went on I became increasingly anxious. Would Jenny be okay when she got home? Would she be thinking about me? About our night together? Was she having second thoughts about what we’d done?

Eventually the door opened and closed and Jenny walked into the living room where I sat, tense as a carriage spring. And she came over and knelt in front of me. We looked at each other, just gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Is everything all right, baby?” I asked, my voice gone hoarse.

Jenny smiled. “Everything’s wonderful, Mummy.” She paused. “Isn’t it?”

Then I did what I should have done last night but, surprisingly, didn’t: I kissed her. Imagine a hot summer’s day when the heat makes everything seem silent and still, and you see a butterfly light on a flower. That’s how delicate our first kiss was.

“My heart’s beating so fast,” I whispered between kisses.

“So’s mine,” she whispered back.

So I put my hand on her chest and felt Jenny’s heart through her school blouse, and kissed her more deeply. I opened my mouth and she did the same and then we were kissing like lovers. Our tongues touched, nervously, like debutantes at the first dance. I was stroking her breasts, her small, beautifully formed breasts. I could feel the fabric of the training bra we’d only recently bought.

My mouth left hers and I began to kiss her cheek, her neck, then I was nuzzling her ear and she was literally panting. I whispered her name in her ear, kept saying it.

“Oh, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. I want you so much, baby. I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

“How long, Mummy?” All this was in hushed tones.

“Don’t hate me for this, baby… but ever since you were eight, I’ve wanted to make love to you.”

“Oh, Mummy, I want that too. I love you so much!” While we’d been kissing, her hands had been resting on my knees, and now she began to ease the skirt I wore up my legs. Then I felt her right hand move higher and higher until she was caressing my inner thigh.

“Touch me.” I whispered, and she did. Her fingers were stroking my cunt through my panties which, by this time, were soaked.

“You’re wet, Mummy.”

“It’s how you make me feel, baby.”

She moved her head to whisper into my ear, “I’m wet too, Mummy. And that’s how you make me feel.”

We kissed again, both of us moaning and whimpering into each other’s mouths, and I slid my hand beneath her short pleated skirt and, with little ceremony, delved into her cotton panties. She was wet. The insides of her thighs were slippery with her juices.

Now she had a finger in my cunt, sliding it in and out.

“Taste me.” I said, “put your finger in your mouth and taste me.”

And she did. Then she did it again, and again.

“I like how you taste, Mummy,” she said.

We kissed again, tongues meeting, I wanted to suck her nipples, I wanted to taste her cunt, I wanted to lick her anus, I wanted everything. I wanted to devour her completely, I was so boundlessly in love with my daughter.

That afternoon on the sofa in the living room, we did taste each other. I went down on her, and, at her insistence, she went down on me. It’s a sin, I know. It’s wrong, I know that too. But looking down at my eleven-year-old daughter, head between my open legs, as she licked my cunt, it wasn’t a sin. It wasn’t wrong. It was the most right thing in the world.

I didn’t want to dominate her life, I didn’t want to abuse her. I wanted to teach her. I wanted to love her. I wanted us to love each other. And now we do, nearly every day. We feel complete.

The End

 

Sunshine Secrets

  • Posted on April 21, 2019 at 10:15 pm

By eloquent delinquent

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

Julianne found them by following their shrieking giggles, slipping out the back door and there they were. The two girls raced across the lawn, their short colorful sundresses breezing around behind them, Mandy’s brown curls bouncing like springs above her teal dress, and Claire’s long golden tresses trailing down the back of her pink one.

They were engaged in some kind of chasing game where each capture involved a lot of tickling and laughing and wriggling. She watched them play for a minute while she slipped off her shoes, wanting to be barefoot like them. Then she stepped off the patio and into the backyard.

When they spotted her they stumbled to a stop and watched her approach, panting, a few stray chuckles still bubbling up.

“Hi, lovelies,” Julianne greeted with a big smile, cupping a cute little 10 year old face in each hand.

“Hi, Miss Bowers,” Mandy answered.

“Hi, Mommy,” Claire said.

“You two having fun?”

“Yeah,” Claire replied.

“It’s kinda hot and sweaty out here,” Mandy said, wiping her brow for effect.

Julianne looked up to feel the afternoon sun on her face, “It is warm, but it feels nice, I think.” She ran her fingers down Mandy’s arm, which did have a sheen of perspiration on it. “Slippery bodies can be more fun to touch, you know?”

Mandy shifted and smiled, and looked to Julianne’s daughter. Their eyes danced with a thrilling possibility. They both bounced a little.

She let the girls share their silent exchange, then offered, “So, do you want to go back in and turn up the AC?”

Mandy and Claire glanced around her to the sliding glass door, disdainful.

“Or, do you want to do some sunning with me down in the green?”

Claire nodded. Mandy made a happy, “Oooh!”

“Come on then, pretties,” Julianne said and the two trailed behind her as they made their way through her big, leafy backyard, following the slope of the lawn rolling gently down hill toward a group of trees which marked the bottom of her property.

On the way, Claire said, “I’m a little sweaty too, Mommy.”

“That’s fine, sweetie,” Julianne answered. “We’ll find a way to cool off.”

It was quiet for a few steps, then Mandy blurted, “Are you gonna play with us?”

Over her shoulder, she said, “Well I don’t know. Were you two good while I was at the store?”

Their reply came in adorable unison, “Yes.”

“And if I ask Eva if you behaved, she’ll agree with you, right?”

“Yes.”

Julianne smirked. She’d spoken to Eva already. The teen from next door was always happy to make a few bucks watching the girls for a few hours. And from her haltingly detailed report, they’d been no trouble, although the behavior Eva had seen couldn’t exactly be described as ‘good.’

“And do you both want me to play with you now?”

The girls burst with fresh giggles, and dashed ahead, onto the trail into the trees and out of sight. Julianne sauntered after them, relishing her own anticipation, and the delicious tease of making the ten year olds wait.

She turned onto the narrow trail herself, winding through dappled shade out of sight of every house, even her own, the hedges and trees thick all around. Emerging from the short path, she stepped onto the green, a large circular clearing covered in a layer of well-kept bentgrass. Julianne’s ex-husband had this area especially landscaped as a putting green, and she’d gone to pains to keep it up, although the golf cup was gone, replaced with an intricate brass sundial in the center, a long bench on one side and a hammock on the other.

She found the girls there, whispering into one another’s ears, back and forth, sharing excited secrets. They glanced sidelong at her as they did.

With the rich golden summer sun drenching it, the green was so tranquil, so secluded. This place was her sanctuary, an escape from the pressures of her life. She’d only recently allowed Mandy and Claire to join her, and they still felt special to be here. They should, Julianne thought. For her, this was a sacred space, and she was its high priestess, its goddess. She behaved however she felt here – and among the green and the sunshine she savored her feeling of natural, instinctive power. Nothing was allowed to happen on the green that didn’t please her.

She took an almost regal pose when she opened her hands and said, “Come here, lovelies.”

The pair approached and stood side by side where she indicated, looking up at her expectantly. Julianne reached to her waist and undid her jeans, gracefully slipping them off, first this leg, then that. Mandy and Claire stared at her bare legs, then up to her coral bikini cut panties. Julianne’s tan was golden and completely even; laying out nude had been one of her favorite pastimes this summer.

As she knelt down on the cool, fine grass, Claire quietly said, “You’re so pretty, Mommy.”

“You’re just as pretty to me,” Julianne replied, “both of you,” and then leaned to her daughter’s face and closed her mouth over the little girl’s in a slow, loving kiss. Claire’s mouth opened with animated delight to taste her mother’s, and Julianne heard a gratified little chuckle from Mandy at she looked on.

Parting, Julianne stroked Claire’s amazed face, reminding the mother of how her daughter had looked that first time last winter, when her daughter had shown her the way she made herself feel so good down there. Julianne had watched dumbstruck as her nine year old had stood before her and brazenly masturbated for her benefit. As a mother, her confusion had been total. She couldn’t believe this had occurred so suddenly – who expects their prepubescent daughter to be playing with themselves, let alone willing to share it?

She’d felt a reflexive jolt of embarrassment at Claire’s openly erotic display, but at the same time she didn’t want to stop her and risk shaming the girl. There was another impulse that kept her from stopping her daughter in her self-pleasure, one so forbidden she didn’t dare look at it closely, even though it had felt so terribly strong and coursed hotly all through her body. She had been a mess. If only she’d had time to prepare for this moment.

Instead, she’d been paralyzed. So she’d sat there, with these feelings crashing inside her, and had watched Claire’s increasingly passionate masturbation. She had seen the expressions of sexual pleasure on her adorable, innocent face as her daughter had rubbed her smooth pink pussy to a trembling, whimpering orgasm.

There had followed a brief conversational exchange, and Julianne could vaguely recall her dazed acceptance of what her daughter had done. Claire had asked a couple of questions which her mother had been too uncomfortable to truthfully answer, and then her daughter had approached and pushed up her mommy’s nightgown. Julianne couldn’t remember when her thighs had spread open, but she remembered Claire standing between them, her little hand reaching out and exploring her mother’s trimmed pussy, her face burning with equal parts curiosity, excitement, and wonder.

And then her daughter had starting to touch her swollen, soaked cunt in earnest. And Julianne had let her. She had let little Claire share the delicious feelings with her, she’d let her nine year old masturbate her, to love her sex, to commit incest with her. Those impulses she’d felt watching her daughter play with herself had run wild, taken over. And when Claire brought her to a humping, mind-melting orgasm, Julianne could see the delighted amazement on her daughter’s face as she’d watched it happen, knowing that her Mommy liked having her cootie touched too, knowing that her rubbing could make her Mommy have the big happy feeling, just like her.

As she’d looked at her naked daughter, still poised between her spread, quivering legs, her bliss-drenched brain had sparked a passionate love for beautiful little Claire that she’d never imagined she could feel.

Now it was six months later, and her desire for her child, and recently Claire’s best friend Mandy, had only grown, becoming more intense and accepted with each new playtime. She was continually surprised by the girls’ sexual joy and appetite, and how selfless they were in wanting to share pleasure as much as receive it. But then she reflected on her own budding lust when she was their age, and how quickly she’d been shamed and cautioned out of expressing it. If she’d been free, would she have been like them?

Her thoughts and arousal left her feeling dazed as the loving mother ran her fingertips over her daughter’s happy face. Julianne’s body thrummed, she could feel her panties dampening. She turned her attention to Mandy, their eyes locked and Julianne watched the girl’s face light up with overwhelming joy.

Suddenly her daughter reached out and gently shoved her friend’s shoulder. This broke Mandy’s trance and the girl glanced over at Claire, who squinted her eyes and nodded meaningfully at her mom. Mandy’s eyebrows went up in question.

“Go on,” Claire said to her in a growly whisper, “Ask her.”

Julianne scooted a little closer to Mandy, placed a fingertip on the chest of the girl’s teal dress, and began making lazy figure eights over the adorable pads of her immature breasts. Mandy’s nipples strained into the lightweight fabric. With a curious grin, she said, “Ask me what, sweetie?”

The girl’s face was alive with nervous happiness as she stammered, “Do you think… I mean, could I… can I, can I call you Mommy, too?”

Julianne’s stunned heart melted a little when she heard that. She glanced at her daughter, then back to Mandy. She thought she might well up, it was so sweet.

Mandy must’ve taken her pause for reticence because she immediately blurted, “I mean, just when we’re out here, you know, when we play. Just for pretend.”

She put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and looked deep into her brown eyes. “I would love for you to call me that.”

Mandy bounced with delight, a great beaming smile on her face. Julianne heard her daughter clap her hands together. Julianne moved one hand from Mandy’s shoulder and traced her finger long the lower lip of that sweet smile. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

The girl giggled excitedly, nodding, “Uh-huh!”

Julianne sidled even closer to her little admirer and purred, “Then why don’t you ask me?”

Mandy suddenly understood the game and gushed a bit before she managed, “Mommy, please kiss me. Please, Mommy?”

The attractive mother obediently wrapped her lips around Mandy’s and found the girl’s mouth already open, her little tongue venturing out to tease her own, and she found herself gripping the girl’s taut waist and plundering her mouth in an extended, passionate kiss that caused Mandy to arch and rock back a little bit to receive it.

Realizing she was getting carried away, Julianne drew back, breaking off the kiss in a series of affectionate, playful little pecks. Just before she pulled away she felt Mandy’s little hand gently squeeze her full breast through her top. The sensation inflamed her. As the girls became more assertive with their girlishly sexual desires, getting so horny and willing, Julianne was starting to wonder if she was really still in control anymore.

To her right, Claire stared at them open-mouthed. She stroked her fine blonde hair with one hand while the other toyed with the hem of her dress. Her daughter desperately wanted to touch herself, but knew this was playtime in Mommy’s special place. So she impatiently waited, longing. She loved it when her Mommy told her what to do; it had led her to so many naughty discoveries.

So Julianne decided to restore some of her confidence by taking charge. Kneeling back, she waved them in, “Come a little closer.” The girls responded with docile obedience, Claire in a dream like haze of lust, Mandy with her hands clasped behind her back, swaying coquettishly.

With nothing more than a sly grin, Julianne reached forward with both hands, up and under Claire’s dress, gripped the waistband of her little cotton panties and whisked them down her slim legs to her bare feet. She gasped, stiffening, but with just a gentle tug her daughter stepped obediently out of them so her Mommy could drop the little tangle of yellow fabric in her lap. Claire giggled to see it there.

But Julianne had already shifted her weight, slipped up Mandy’s startled thighs, and tugged her panties down, too. The more playful girl practically skipped out of her undies without any prompting, and Julianne set her white panties next to her daughter’s and examined her prizes.

Both girls were looking to her now with coy smiles and shining eyes. She’d just made them very aware of how bare they were under their pretty, flimsy dresses, and how she could fondle them in any way now, whenever she liked. Claire calmly glowed; Mandy could hardly keep still.

Looking Claire steadily in the eye, she picked up her yellow undies, brought them to her nose and sniffed them. The girl blushed bright red as Julianne inhaled the sharp, musky scent of her daughter’s fresh pussy and ass, familiar but still marvelously exotic. Her clit throbbed at the associations that odor had for her. And they were so wet, just the way she liked them, she could feel Claire’s dampness against her upper lip as she held them to her nose.

She sniffed again deeply, and then looked at her daughter with a critical expression. “You seem to be really excited already, aren’t you?”

The girls started, and exchanged a guilty look. Claire continued tugging nervously on her long blonde hair when she responded, “We maybe played a little earlier, Mommy…”

“We?” Julianne interrupted. “Mandy? Did you play too? Did you two play together, with each other?”

On the spot, Mandy just swayed coyly and offered, “Umm…”

Without waiting for any further answer, she kept her quizzical eye on Mandy as she tossed the girl’s white panties until they lay in her hand gusset-up. Even as she drew them to her face, she could see the damp spot. Mandy could too, and her eyes got wide. Mandy smelled different, her pussy a little milder, a little sweeter, but still so fresh and indescribably childlike.

Julianne’s eyelids fluttered from the sensation. She’d never dreamed the smell of  ten-year-old cunt would excite her, but now she had two, and she’d never been happier or hornier. She could only imagine the wet spot growing on her own bright panties.

Claire spoke into her friend’s silence, “We only did it a little, because… well, you know. We couldn’t help it. And we were super careful, we made sure Eva didn’t know.”

Her mother already knew better, but didn’t say it. She’d begun to expect that it wasn’t just the money bringing Eva back to babysit, even though the neighbor girl was almost seventeen. She’d become the perfect spy in Julianne’s house, and had kept a secretive eye on the girls ever since she had discovered them touching themselves. Claire and Mandy never knew that they’d been found out, and this afternoon had been no exception. Eva had surreptitiously monitored every move the girls had made, ending with their “secret” mutual masturbation in the laundry room.

When Julianne had arrived home, the teen had told all. When Eva first reported what she’d seen Claire doing, Julianne had panicked, worried that it might reveal them as an incestuous family. So she’d told Eva she was concerned about her daughter, and could she please keep tabs on this kind of behavior and tell her about it. The teen stammered out an agreement, but Julianne had suspected that there was more to Eva’s watchfulness than mere concern.

Her report to Julianne today only confirmed her suspicions. The way Eva had been unable to meet her eye, the way she blushed, the way her hard nipples were visible through her t-shirt, the loving detail with which she described the girls playfully fondling each other, it all told her that Eva was very much like herself, and had come to lust for these precocious little girls. Julianne had thanked Eva for her detail and discretion, paid her and sent her on her way, certain that the plain looking teen was going home a sexual dynamo, and would spend the rest of that hot afternoon masturbating furiously in her bedroom to the thoughts of her little neighbors.

Maintaining the secret, as well as her dominance over them, she looked them over skeptically. “Hmmm. You’re sure nobody saw?”

Claire crossed her heart. “Eva was on the computer and we were in the back of the house.”

Mandy chimed in. “And we only did it a little. We kept our clothes on.”

“Only a little?” She sniffed the girl’s panties again.

“Yeah,” Mandy insisted. “I didn’t get the wiggly feeling or anything.”

She’d only been having playtime with them since May, when Claire swore her to deepest secrecy and showed her best friend how she’d been rubbing herself to feel happy. A few weeks later, when Mandy was hooked on the delicious feeling of masturbation, Claire had brought her to Julianne. Claire’s Mommy had shown Mandy just how good she could feel by touching there, bringing her off on that same day, first with her fingers, and then with her mouth. Both girls craved to have her lick their tender little pussies, and Julianne love to taste them, loved the way they writhed and thrashed from this exciting new pleasure.

Mandy had kept her secret tightly, even from her own mother. She knew if she told, they’d be in trouble and have to stop. And Mandy loved them, and the feelings they gave her, too much to ever stop. She needed to be touched, she longed to be licked, she loved to wiggle.

Claire had been doing it long enough to call it cum or orgasm, although in the heat of the moment she typically just called it “mm yeah.” Mandy still called it her “wiggly feeling,” and Julianne found it so adorable that she was in no hurry to correct her.

She nodded at Mandy, turned to her daughter and lifted Claire’s yellow panties back up to her nose. Inhaling her intoxicating scent again, it was hard to keep her composure. “You didn’t either?”

“No Mommy. I promise.”

“But you didn’t wait for me before you started playing?” she frowned childishly.

Claire’s face brightened a bit, suspecting this was really a game, but she still answered, “We hadn’t been together in days, we couldn’t help it. She’s my best friend, and she wanted to feel happy.”

“We didn’t know when you’d come home,” Mandy added. “We didn’t know you’d want to play with us. We’re sorry.”

“Sorry what?”

Mandy got the most devilish grin, catching on. “Sorry, Mommy.”

“Well… I guess you couldn’t know that I’d be home for playtime.” Julianne smiled. “Okay then.”

With that, she leaned forward and gave each girl a firm, reconciling kiss on the lips. “I love my pretty girls so much, I could never be too mad at you.” Settling back on her knees, she inspected both of the girls’ panties. “And the way these are, it’s almost like you did it for me. They’re just the way I like them.”

Claire understood her Mommy’s obsession with her smell. She knew now that pussies only got wet when they were excited and ready to feel good, so the scent from between a girl’s legs was a sign that they wanted to be played with. Mandy was new to all this, but she’d sniffed her own fingers after touching herself and liked it. And seeing her best friend and her best friend’s Mommy getting so excited from those odors, made her excited for them, too.

So Julianne greedily sniffed the girls’ panties one more time, then looked at their yearning faces and held the flimsy garments out.

“Do you want to smell each other?”

Each of them gazed at the other’s panties and they both shyly nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Mommy,” Mandy answered.

“Please Mommy,” Claire said.

Julianne extended her hands and the girls gently plucked them away. She watched them. They’d seen her smell their underpants often enough, but had never done it themselves. They looked at each other as they tentatively brought them closer and closer to their faces, each silently daring the other to go first, giggling nervously.

Claire ended up smelling Mandy’s first, holding the white panties daintily to the tip of her nose and speculatively inhaling. Her eyebrows wrinkled then, rose in happy surprise, and she pressed the white undies closer to her face and breathed deeply, letting out a little mewling noise when she exhaled.

Mandy quickly copied her friend, and her first sniff was followed by a gasp of surprise. After that she held the wadded yellow cotton against her mouth and inhaled over and over, her eyes rolling shut.

Grinning, Julianne reached back and up underneath her loose top, unfastening her bra. She felt a drop of sweat run down the groove of her spine. She asked, “Claire, what do you think?”

Taken aback by being called on, she slowly lowered the panties from her face. “It’s, um, it smells funny.”

“Is it bad?”

“No, no it’s nice. It’s just, makes me feel funny. It’s like when I give Mandy a hug and I can tell she super really wants to play and it makes me wanna play, too.”

“Mandy? How about you?”

The brunette was reluctant to lower her best friend’s panties, instead speaking through the fabric. “I like how she smells, Mommy. Sometimes I sniff my fingers after I play with her down there. I like it.”

Claire grinned affectionately at Mandy. “I like yours too. It’s like I’m sniffing you down there.”

Not to be outdone, Mandy replied, “I can kinda smell your butt, too.”

Claire wrinkled her nose and giggled. “Eeeew!”

Mandy pressed on, “No I like it too.” She smelled her friend’s undies again just to prove it.

As they bantered, Julianne slouched out of her straps and pulled her coral bra out through the loose sleeve of her top, setting her large breasts free. The girls broke off their debate to watch her accomplish this with the slack-jaw amazement normally reserved for magic tricks. They were so impressed Julianne almost expected them to applaud. Dropping the bra, she squeezed her tits through her blouse. The girls watched raptly.

“So lovelies, what do you think? Do you like the way she smells down there?”

Both their heads nodded emphatically.

“Do you think you might want to smell her down there someday? Maybe play down there the way Mommy likes to play with you?”

Mandy and Claire looked at each other, their eyes widening like saucers, then shivering with explosions of nervous giggles. The idea of nuzzling each other’s cooties, of tasting what they smelled, still frightened as much as it thrilled.

Julianne grinned knowingly. “Well, come here and give me those.”

The girls sidled up before her and handed her the panties, which she set daintily aside.

“If you’re not up to sniffing, maybe you’re up to kissing?”

The girls smiled, Claire biting her lower lip. She leaned in to her mother.

Julianne gently put her hands on her daughter’s arms, stopping her. “No, sweetheart. Her. Kiss Mandy, kiss like you did when you were playing earlier,” she instructed, guiding her toward her adorable little friend.

As Claire turned, Mandy encouragingly took her hands and drew her closer. Julianne’s daughter shook her feathery blonde hair back, and with a brief, happy giggle, leaned into Mandy.

At first, between each affectionate little peck, the girls would part and look into each other’s faces, sharing their happiness. But soon there wasn’t any need to reassure. They were warm and sweaty and excited, and the fact that Mommy was watching only added to the fun. Their eyelashes settled onto their cheeks, and their kisses grew long and steamy, their little mouths opening, plush lips slipping and pressing, the glistening flicker of a tongue sometimes showing. They released their hands and stroked each other’s bodies as they wrapped their arms around one another. Claire cupped under Mandy’s brown curls, drawing her head closer as her other hand ran over her friend’s chest, passing over and over her stiff, aroused nipples. For her part, Mandy’s hands ran all over the back of Claire’s pink dress, sometimes trailing the girl’s long blonde hair between her dainty fingers.

Watching the girls get carried away in their sensual joy, Julianne’s own hand stole between her legs and gently rubbed her pleading cunt over her coral colored panties. She felt the tender heat, the wetness seeping through the fabric even as the shimmering pleasure coursed through her clit into her body. She gazed at them raptly as she touched herself, her lips parted. She loved it when they did this. It wasn’t like they were putting on a show for her; the girls were lost in their very real, very precocious, sexual desire. But they included her in their intimacy. Her presence not only assured them that their play was all right, it also promised an ecstasy that the girls were unable to reach on their own.

They wanted their Mommy’s touch, knowing and demanding. Their delicate ten-year-old pussies had grown accustomed to the pleasure she could create, and they craved it.

Julianne felt her hips start to roll, and self-consciously drew her fingers away from her cunt. She was getting carried away herself, close to coming from her pedophile voyeurism, and she had such plans for the lovely little girls.

So she reached out to both of them, wrapped one hand around each of their slender thighs, and began stroking upward.

The girls jumped a bit, startled, parted, and looked to her, Mandy’s face hopeful and Claire’s suddenly shy, awaiting instruction.

“Mommy?” Claire peeped.

Julianne let go, raised her arms, and placed her hands on the back of their heads, sensing the heat the sunshine had cast on their hair.

“Oh, pretties, I didn’t tell you to stop.”

She turned their heads back to face each other and gently forced them together. “You keep loving on each other, and let me take care of the rest.”

As their lips brushed together, the girls immediately succumbed, their mouths opening as their eyes shut, picking up the scent where they left off. Claire made a happy little mew into Mandy’s mouth.

Julianne reached down again and clasped the satiny flesh of their legs, running her hands up. Under the dresses, their thighs were damp with sweat, and she couldn’t resist savoring the feel of their soft, slippery skin under her fingers. The taut plushness of their bodies was delectable to her, irresistible.

Mandy leaned a bit and cocked her thigh, opening her legs wider, and Julianne realized that she was teasing them. They might have sexual impulses, but they were still little girls and patience was not their strong suit.

So she inched higher, nestling the edge of her hands into the warm snug spot at the top of their thighs, and gently pressed her index fingers into both of their dainty, tiny slits. Mandy’s gasp was muffled by kisses. Julianne settled in, and by bending the tips of her index fingers she could feel the sweet apex of their pussies, and the firm little clits just below. As their underwear had hinted, both girls were wet and puffy, terribly excited, and as she slid back and forth along those intimate slits, her touch glided through their labia with a warm, buttery softness.

The girls began to move, Mandy standing on tiptoes and leaning against her best friend, arching her round little butt up and out, Claire beginning to pump her hips into her Mommy’s loving hand. So when Julianne withdrew her hands from their happy quims, they both made sharp whining noises even as their tongues played together.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she soothed them, as she began to run her touch deeper under their loose sundresses. “I wanted to make sure you were telling the truth about playing earlier, and you were, you were. You’re both so frisky right now, and I’m going to take care of you, I will. But you’re just so pretty that Mommy wants to feel you all over.” Her hands stroked them even as she said this, over the soft cheeks of their bottoms, the sleek curve of their backs, their tummies, their ticklish flanks.

“Does this feel okay? Do you like it?”

Mandy and Claire broke off their kiss and turned to her, leaning cheek to cheek, grinning, their eyes twinkling.

“Yes Mommy,” Claire said.

Mandy chuckled a bit as Julianne touched a particularly ticklish spot, “I like it, Mommy.”

“So do I,” Julianne replied, and for a moment they just luxuriated in the sensation of the woman stroking the two ten year olds’ flesh, the girls shifting and turning to get her hands just where they wanted them, alternating between gazing at Julianne with gratified wonder, and glancing down to see her hands sweeping around beneath their dresses, amazed at feeling the bliss of having their naked bodies caressed and all the while looking like everything was normal.

Mandy made little purring noises.

Claire’s eyes kept rolling up, but as her Mommy’s hand ran tenderly over her ass, she focused on Julianne and murmured, “Kiss me, Mommy. Please, kiss me.”

She responded to her daughter’s request with eagerness, ducking in and covering the girl’s mouth with her own. Claire’s tongue ventured out excitedly, Julianne’s joined her and they danced wetly together. It still dazzled the young mother, knowing it was her baby girl that wanted such naughty things from her, admitting that she wanted to do them to her just as badly.

She felt Mandy begin to nuzzle the side of her neck, kissing and licking. Parting from her daughter, she turned to this fun new one, and began kissing her just as passionately. Even though the girls were novices, they each had their own style of kissing – Claire was eager and sloppy with appetite, while Mandy, for all her cheekiness, was tender and deeply sensual. Julianne found herself adapting to the way Mandy’s tongue slid lingeringly across her own, pushing as deep into her mouth as the girl could reach.

Soon she felt her daughter’s lips and nimble tongue playing with her ear. Claire had figured out that this was Mommy’s erotic weakness, that it would make her lose control and become an insatiable animal, turning any encounter into a frantic quest for one mind-blanking orgasm after another. This was no exception. Julianne felt her cunt throb and a great liquid heat began radiating into her body as Claire nibbled her ear, driving her wild.

She clutched the girls’ silky flesh and pulled them closer, felt their warmth, their softness, pressing against her, rubbing themselves deliberately against her tits, loving the sensation. She released Mandy and turned back to her daughter, but Mandy was doing the same thing and suddenly the three of them were in a drooling orgy of open-mouthed licks and kisses, and they all closed their eyes and let themselves be caught up in it. She felt lips against her cheek, her tongue flickered against one of the girl’s chins, their gasping breath mixed, and she could hear Claire making a little, longing groan.

Mandy’s hand passed over Julianne’s on the small of Claire’s back, the girl’s hand over the dress and her mother’s underneath. Julianne was aware that Claire was groping Mandy’s chest, squeezing the buds of her breasts and squeezing her protruding, erect nipples through the fabric.

Under her hands, she felt the girls getting sweatier. So was she. Under the summer sun with her horny little darlings, everything had become so hot.

She was hardly aware of what she was doing until she felt her hands stealing between their legs again from behind, the plush weight of their thighs, the moist heat, and then the treasure, the dainty swollen slickness of their sweet, needy little cunts. Julianne was lost in the moment, the ardor of the three of them pleasuring each other. Her fingers snuggled and stroked in between their petal-like lips, adoring their feverish wetness, the way they squirmed against her as she began to masturbate them in earnest. All Julianne could feel now was lust, and she knew it had to go higher, she knew she had to give them more.

“Oh, yeah, Mommy,” Mandy sighed, her voice trembling, “do it. Do it.”

Claire made an ecstatic moan and lifted her knee, revealing her pussy to be pleasured, draping one arm over her Mommy’s shoulder and the back of her neck for support. Mandy assumed the same pose as before, on her tiptoes, arching out her round little ass.

Julianne cupped both of their aroused little morsels, and quickly found their clits with the pads of her questing index fingers. As a tease she wiggled her fingers quickly and lightly over the exquisitely sensitive little buds, and relished how the girls stiffened as the sexual excitement she gave them became too intense to take.

As Claire bit her lip and Mandy whimpered, Julianne relented, giving them soothing, gentle caresses all along the length of their slits. She kissed their cheeks and ears as she did, murmuring, “Oh my lovelies, such good girls, such pretty good girls, Mommy loves to touch you.”

And with that, she gave it to them exactly the way she knew each of them loved it. She’d paid attention during their experiences together, and now her touch was meltingly expert.

Claire wanted it firm, slowly moving with lots of pressure, and Julianne supplied it until she was nearly lifting her ten year old daughter up by her pussy. And Claire responded in exactly the way her Mommy thought she would, by thrusting her hips against those naughty fingers in short, sharp jerks, fucking Mommy’s hand and grinding her little clit at the bottom of each thrust. The girl’s whole body rolled with her pumping, her feathery blonde hair bouncing along her back, catching the light.

What Mandy craved was having her clit caught between two of Julianne’s adoring fingers, squeezing and fondling her nub with a gentle steady rhythm. Occasionally, as Mandy came close to her wiggly feeling, her play Mommy would back off and probe at the wet entrance to the girl’s pussy canal, which invariably made her roll up her eyes, toss back her head and its pretty brown curls, and make yummy “mmmm” sounds with each breath. Julianne went back and forth between nubbin and cunny hole, gauging her excitement.

Mandy had a secret pleasure, too, one that Julianne had discovered but Mandy was still too shy to share with Claire. She had an erotically sensitive anus. She loved to have her butt hole touched and tickled, but it was still very new and she felt kind of ashamed by it, too. With the dress hiding her play, Julianne felt free to indulge her little kink, slipping her thumb up between the snug hot cheeks of Mandy’s bottom, until she felt the wrinkly star of her anus under the pad of her thumb.

Mandy shuddered as Julianne began to firmly rub and caress her tiny pucker, aided by the perspiration that was trapped in the groove of her firm cheeks. The girl’s brows shot up in surprise, but as Julianne captured her clit between her fingertips and matched the rhythm on both her joy button and yielding anus to the helpless urgings of her little body, Mandy’s sighs became moaning exclamations. Her eyes opened wide and she stared at Julianne with a kind of gratified awe as the bliss blossomed inside her.

Her daughter’s humping was growing wilder, more instinctive, out of control, and every breath came out in a panting little “Uh, uh, uh.” It excited Julianne so much that Claire was like this, a hungry sexual little animal, alive to her premature desires, and more than happy to let her loving Mommy between her trembling thighs to satisfy her. Claire had made it clear how secret she was keeping what they did, she knew what they were doing together was forbidden. But if she thought it was wrong she showed no sign of it, and her urges and habits had grown so strong by now that she desperately need Mommy to take care of her.

And Mommy was so happy to take care of her pretty girls, just like she was now. She loved catering to their desires, encouraging them to more and more, wickedly relishing the thought that she was nurturing their completely taboo precocious, incestuous lusts. She wanted them like this as much as possible – wet, playful and needy, looking to her for guidance, acceptance, and satisfaction.

That was what she gave them now, speeding up as she sensed their bodies’ demands, doing her best to control their excitement so that they would cum together, in each others’ arms. She kissed her daughter’s mouth, then Mandy’s, and both girls responded fervently.

As she drew back, Claire stretched her neck, trying to prolong the kiss, finally sighing, “Oh Mommy…”

Julianne gazed adoringly at her girls, so beautiful as they each enthusiastically rode her playing fingers, each caught in her own rising pleasures but both getting so close, so close. Mandy was still looking at her, but her eyes were heavy-lidded and unfocused, her cheeks growing pinker underneath their spray of freckles. Draped by her swaying, fine blonde hair, Claire’s fair skin blushed over her entire face, a delicate furrow of concentration between her closed eyes, her mouth opening wider as she approached the peak of delight pumping her juicy girlish pussy into her Mommy’s skilled hand.

Sensing the moment, she told them, “Girls, girls, look at each other, you’re both so pretty, look, look…”

Almost deliriously they did what they were told, and their gazes locked as they saw their naughtiness, their joy, mirrored in one another.

Mandy immediately stiffened and began to tremble, making a great melting expression of sympathy and affection and overwhelming pleasure. Fresh sweat pricked out all over her body, making her shine.

Claire held Mandy’s eyes and Julianne felt her little hips begin to jerk sharply against her hand as she reached an uncontrollable surging delight. Her blush grew brighter, and her mouth teased into a wide open smile at her best friend and little lover. She nodded, encouraging, assuring, agreeing.

And suddenly Julianne watched her daughter’s expression change to one of total, shocking surprise as she reached orgasm, her soaked silky pussy squeezing and pulsing in her mother’s hand, her lithe little body shuddering and gyrating as she felt the hot bliss pour all through her. Claire’s hair shook wildly, draping her face as she went, “Ah! Mmm! Mmm, mm yeah…”

Mandy watched her friend come with love and wonder, and at the same time thrust her hips down and back, putting lots of pressure on Julianne’s fingertips as she strummed her engorged little clit, and forcing her play-Mommy’s thumb to slightly penetrate her asshole. She took a gasping breath and seemed to hold it, her body almost buzzing with intense arousal.

Julianne just had time to sense the incredibly tight, smooth, tender flesh that lay just beyond Mandy’s pucker when the girl’s whole body convulsed, squeezing out her probing thumb, trapping it between her clenched butt cheeks, just like her wet thighs had clamped around Julianne’s hand. She swooned forward and clutched Claire in a sweaty embrace. Hanging her head over her friend’s shoulder, she pressed their bodies together and let Claire feel every writhing spasm as her glorious release swept through her, whimpering and clinging.

As it reached its climax, she sobbed, “Oh! Oh! I love you! I love you!”

Julianne and Claire knew they were both included in her passionate confession. They both kissed her cheeks, her hair, her ears, her neck as she shuddered and groaned. Soon, Mandy came around and responded to them, offering up panting, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that were often more like licks, reminding Julianne of a wildly affectionate puppy. She found her pretend-daughter’s ardor endearing, and by the way Claire giggled, she wasn’t the only one.

The girls calmed down a little, and Julianne was able to extricate her hand reluctantly from between their unsteady legs. She didn’t take them out from under their dresses, though, gently stroking the soft quivering curves of their backs and bottoms, unwilling to relinquish the luscious texture of their flesh.

Claire and Mandy gradually loosened their embrace, and both of them turned to Julianne with breathless, grateful smiles. Her heart and cunt both melted to see them. Once, those twinned feelings of maternal affection and wicked lust confused her, but not any more. She loved her daughter, and her love for Mandy grew warmer every time the girl showed just how ready she was to express her own. She loved them completely, their characters, their hearts, their bodies, without inhibition or limit, and they returned that love in ways more beautiful than she’d ever imagined. The smile that she felt bloom on her face, the tears welling up in her eyes, showed her pretty girls her simple, overwhelming joy.

The girls looked into her face, and what they saw there made them both go, “Awwww…”

Claire followed her outburst with, “Thank you, Mommy.”

Mandy followed up by babbling, “Oh Mommy I love it I love how you give me the wiggle feeling so good we have the best play times Mommy -”

“Oh you’re such good girls,” Julianne gushed.

Hearing that, the two squealed and pounced, their weight just about bowling her over from her kneeling position. As their arms and legs wrapped around her, she felt a rain of pretty kisses fall onto her face and neck, so loving and playful that her affection and heat both climbed higher. She squeezed the ten year olds close and chuckled with delight.

As playful as they were, the girls were not innocent. Mandy’s hands wandered, and one of them stole their way to her breast, at first cupping and touching, but at this point she was petting and mercilessly teasing her prominent, sensitive nipple, sending thrilling aches deep into her tummy. Her daughter’s dress had rode up in front during the hug, and Claire had taken advantage of it. Julianne felt the heat and dampness of the girl’s crotch pressing into her side, and slowly but surely, her little daughter’s movements were turning into humping.

With an effort, she peeled the girls away from herself. They pawed and giggled at being deprived of their plaything. She could see their eyes shining with fresh passion; they wanted to make their Mommy get the good naughty feelings, too.

Julianne said, “That’s so wonderful. But don’t you pretty girls love each other, too?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Mandy answered brightly.

“I do, Mommy,” Claire replied, glancing affectionately at her friend.

Withdrawing her hands from underneath the girls dresses, she said, “Well, kiss her.”

“Okay, Mommy,” Mandy said with enthusiasm. Then to Claire, she said, “I love you.”

Claire was touched. She said,”I love you too,” even as she leaned in.

The girls kissed deeply. As she watched, Julianne took the opportunity to unbutton her blouse. Shrugging it off, she immediately felt the luscious sunshine warming her naked skin, suffusing her with summer’s endless energy.

Claire and Mandy were distracted from their fun when Julianne stood. And when they saw her step out of her panties and stand before them completely nude, all their attention turned toward her.

“You’re so pretty, Mommy,” Claire sighed.

“Are we gonna play some more?” Mandy asked.

Julianne smirked. “I don’t know. Are you two still feeling frisky?”

Two big, eager nods.

“Can I smell your panties?” Mandy blurted.

Her pretend Mom cocked a hip. “How do you say it?”

The pretty brunette smiled and said, “Please, Mommy, can I please sniff your panties?”

Her request was new, audacious, and hot. Julianne’s pussy throbbed. She pretended reluctance. “Hmm, well, I guess.”

“Can I do it, too?” Claire chimed in.

“Hmm?”

“Please, Mommy, can I?”

“Sure. Both of you get in close.”

She arranged the twist of coral fabric until the soaked gusset was facing out, the extended her arm. Claire and Mandy ducked in daintily, like they were about to smell a flower. But after their first tentative inhale, they both nuzzled into her panties as if it were her body. Claire chuckled softly. Julianne’s hand slipped between her own legs and began fondling her aching cunt. Fiery pleasure erupted at her touch, she was so swollen, so wet, so ready. If the girls wanted to taste their Mommy today, she would be ripe to their tongues.

Just the thought of it made her swoon a bit. “Okay, that’s enough.”

The girls looked disappointed as she drew their prize away and dropped it on the lawn. They quickly noticed that their Mommy was playing with herself. Claire bit her lip.

“Are you two still going to be my good little girls?”

“Yes Mommy,” they replied in unison.

“Then take off those dresses and be naked with me.”

It was adorable how they wriggled and stumbled in their haste to remove them. Mandy cast hers aside thoughtlessly, but Claire got a naughty little thrill out of dropping it right beside her. She’d never be allowed to leave her clothes lying around the house.

Now they were nude, and they danced delightedly with the sensation of it. Mandy lightly skimmed her body all over. Claire tossed her blonde hair back and gathered it all into one hand so her skin was bared to the golden sunshine. She let her other hand steal onto the bright pink crease of her quim, and she started to mirror her mother.

All three touched themselves, and all three glanced wildly at the bodies of the others, filling with desire. Julianne felt like an erotic goddess here in her little natural temple, with two ardent acolytes who were eager to learn the rituals of lust she would teach them.

“I think we should stay out and play all day til it gets dark,” Mandy said. “Just play and touch and kiss and wiggle over and over. Can we do that Mommy, please?”

Julianne nodded regally.

“I think Mommy should sit on the bench so we can make her happy,” Claire proposed.

“Yeah! I wanna touch you, Mommy.”

Julianne grinned and made her way over to the bench. “How can I refuse?” The girls trailed, giggling.

Before she’d even seated herself, Mandy was kissing her back and Claire was stroking her breasts. Julianne closed her eyes. This was like sinking into a bath made of girlish lust. Their hands and lips were all over her. She parted her legs and Claire slipped between them, crouching to take a nipple in her lovely clever mouth.

She felt the familiar touch of her daughter’s little fingers parting her soaking pussy lips, finding her hardened clit, and beginning to rub. Mandy swept her hair aside and began licking her ear. Ecstasy swelled in her body as the naked little girls made excited love to her, here in the golden green shelter that was all hers, all three bodies nude and shining and full of the sexy urges naked girls feel in the summer.

Mommy is a goddess, she thought as her body filled with a liquid heat that was as sweet as sunshine.

The End

 

Tears of the Sun, Chapter 11

  • Posted on April 19, 2019 at 2:23 pm

by Purple Les

The first few days after The Kid’s departure had gone by slowly for Arabella. Aunt Clementine had insisted that she was to remain in bed the whole day after Frank Sims’ attempt on her life. Still feeling shaken after her ordeal, Arabella gratefully agreed to go along with her aunt’s wishes before turning in.

The next day, Arabella awakened late. She was still in a half-conscious state when Aunt Clem came to check on her.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Clementine said after kissing Arabella’s cheek. “How do you feel today?”

Arabella’s thoughts drifted idly for a moment — then like a cold slap to the face, the horrors of the previous day flashed through her head.

She remembered it all. The boulder thudding down the hill, followed by the shower of small rocks and dust. Falling off the horse she rode. The big man with the cruel face beating Slim. Grabbing the gun, clutching it in her hands, heart racing like a wild thing as she shot at the big man. The impossibly loud roar of the gun, the way it threw her onto the ground. The big man yelling and bloody. Getting picked up by her hair, the big man hissing at her, wrapping his hand around her throat. The ice she saw in his eyes. The rifle shot. The big man’s chest opening up on one side, gushing red. The man with the rifle smiling. His eyes, hard and cruel. She saw the hatred in them. Arabella remembered looking at Slim, his face deathly pale and contorted with pain. Both of them knowing they were about to die.

Only somehow, they didn’t die. Arabella still couldn’t understand it. The man — Kingsley, his name was — had put his gun down and come to help. He’d carefully moved the groaning Slim underneath a nearby tree, then gave him water. He wanted Arabella to get behind him on his horse and ride back to the ranch to get help, but she didn’t want to be alone with him, insisting that she wanted to remain with Slim.

With a curt nod, Kingsley set off. She sat with Slim and held his hand, fighting to be brave, to keep herself from sobbing helplessly, to look at anything but at the corpse of the big man, still sprawled out in the dust.

Within minutes, Kingsley had returned with a wagon, several of the ranch hands, and most important, Aunt Clem. Sore and exhausted as she was, Arabella had still jumped to her feet, raced into the woman’s arms and burst into tears.

The journey into town was a bumpy one. Arabella remained nestled in her aunt’s embrace, grateful that Clementine was seated between Kingsley and herself. The man seemed concerned and eager to help, very much the gentleman — but Arabella wasn’t fooled, not for a second. Kingsley hated her, wanted to hurt her. The few times their eyes had met, she’d seen it. Worse, he knew she’d seen it.

Back in the bedroom, Aunt Clem, pressed the back of her hand to the girl’s forehead. “Arabella? Are you all right?”

“I… I’m not sure.” Arabella answered. “Where’s The Kid?”

“She’s gone for a few days. Remember? You rest, now, while I get you some breakfast.” Clem drew the covers up to Arabella’s chin, then left the room.

Arabella closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then drifted off into an uneasy slumber. There was the big man again. Yelling at her father. Beating her father. Now the big man was on her sister, laughing and looking up at her father, his huge hand on Sophia’s throat. The big man grunting as his body moved. Another man behind Arabella’s mother. Ma in hysterics, screaming, “No, not my daughter, take me!”

Everything Arabella saw was in black and red. No other colors. Her legs wouldn’t work. She tried to move them and couldn’t. She crawled on her belly instead, elbows and knees scraping the ground.

What she saw wouldn’t stop. Then the bad things that were happening, they got smaller and quieter as her legs regained their strength and she got up and ran. Couldn’t stop running. Must run faster, faster!

When Clementine returned with a breakfast tray, she found Arabella sweating and moaning, legs churning about beneath the covers. Alarmed, Clem set the tray down and tried to rouse her niece.

Now Arabella saw the Tequila Kid, heard her whisper, “I’ll make it right, Arabella. If I don’t come back, remember how much I love you.”

Arabella awoke with a start. She stared into space, then began to cry. Clementine drew the sobbing child into her arms. “It’s all right, Arabella. Just a bad dream. You’re safe here with me and the girls.”

The next day Arabella got up early. She seemed fine to Clem and the girls. And yet, happy as Arabella felt at one moment, the next might find tears streaming from her eyes. By early evening, she was emotionally exhausted, and turned in that night without supper.

On the third day, Arabella had slept in, then awoke impatient to be up and about. When she came down for a late breakfast, Clementine told her that some of the hands had gone into town to bring Slim back to the ranch. Later that afternoon, she went with Clementine and her cousins to welcome Slim home. He was still badly battered, but in good spirits. Clementine had brought a large hamper filled with food, and a couple of the hands had built a comfortable chair out of red oak, which they placed near the entrance of the bunkhouse for Slim to rest in. Arabella was in a better mood, too. Those sudden fits of melancholy seemed to have faded away.

One of the hands was joshing Slim. “Good thing ya had Arabella along for protection, huh?”

Slim answered, “I know you’re just ribbin’ me, Ern. I’ll tell ya, though, this little lady showed more grit than a lot of men I’ve known. You ought to of seen her facin’ down that dirty dog Sims, holdin’ a gun ‘bout as big as she is. Fact is, if her aim had been just a hair truer, it wouldn’t a mattered if Kingsley had come along.” He fell silent, then sighed. “Truth is, I thought for a moment Kingsley was gonna kill us, too. If he’d done it without gettin’ caught, that gold mine would of been all his.”

“Speakin’ of which,” the cowpoke Ernie continued, “did you folks hear that Kingsley has done left town? Heard tell that he sold most ever’thin’ he had, just picked up and left. The lawyer Finch told me about it. What’s yet to be sold, the lawyer will take care of. He says Kingsley just gave up on bein’ mayor and runnin’ that gold mine. Wanted to start fresh elsewhere, says old Finch.”

“Good riddance to bad rubbish,” Slim muttered. “Wish Finch would of gone with him. He’s crookeder than a dog’s hind leg.”

“I’ll settle for having seen the last of Kingsley.” Clementine said. “Well, Arabella, I think we can go to town very soon and do some clothes shopping for you.”

“Let us know when you do, Mrs. Clem,” said Newt, the youngest of the ranch hands, “We figure it’s best if one if us still comes along for awhile, just to be safe. Give old Kingsley another couple of days to get where he’s gettin’.”

After their visit, Clementine and the girls returned to the house, where they spent a quiet evening together.

It was on the fourth day that Arabella found herself missing The Kid terribly. She went into the kitchen, where Clementine was busy plucking a chicken.

“Aunt Clem, do you know when The Kid will be back?”

“Not for sure,” Clementine said, “She told me she’d be gone for a week or so. Don’t worry, she promised to return.” Setting the half-stripped chicken to one side, Aunt Clem briskly washed her hands. “Come out into the parlor with me, Arabella. Let’s have a chat.”

A moment later, as they seated themselves on the couch, Clementine asked, “Do you like it here with us, Arabella?”

“Oh yes, Aunt Clem, very much.” Arabella answered, then gave her aunt a big hug. “Thank you for takin’ me in.”

Wrapping an arm around the child’s shoulders, Clementine kissed her head. “How could I do anything else? This is your home, child, and always will be.” She paused, thoughtfully observing Arabella. The girl was in good spirits, and Mimi and Susie were out of earshot, both of them busy weeding the vegetable garden. It seemed like the right time to bring up the questions she’d been longing to put to her niece.

“I guess you feel kind of close to Mimi and Susie, don’t you?” Clementine asked, carefully steering their conversation in the direction she wanted.

“I do, Aunt Clem. It’s almost like havin’ two sisters. I guess you must miss Ma, too.” Arabella gave a wistful sigh. “We both lost our sisters. I lost Sophia, and you lost Ma.”

Clementine nodded. “Yes. I loved your mother very much.”

“I miss Sophia a lot,” said Arabella. “I know you and Ma didn’t see each other that much after you got married. Were you close when you were little?”

“Oh, yes, Arabella. Very much. Just like Mimi and Susie are.”

The front door swung open at that moment and Mimi and Susie came bursting into the house, both of them naked. Their hair was wet, and they held their clothes in front of them to conceal their nudity.

“Girls!” Clementine said, frowning at her daughters. “What do you mean, traipsing around naked as jaybirds?” She didn’t fail to notice that Arabella was staring at her cousins with obvious interest.

“Aw, Ma,” Susie frowned, “We got so hot, workin’ in the garden. So we took a shower when we were done.”

“And we couldn’t just put our dirty clothes back on,” Mimi added.

“You don’t mind, do you, Arabella?” Susie asked her younger cousin. “It’s just us girls. Right, Ma?”

“Oh, I suppose,” Clementine said, smiling in spite of herself. “Now you two run upstairs and get dressed, for goodness’ sake. Don’t forget to dry and brush your hair. No dawdling, mind you — come straight down when you’re done and help get supper ready.”

“Okay, Ma!” Mimi said, and the sisters were off and running, pausing just long enough to chuck their clothes into the side room where laundry was gathered. Clementine loved seeing her daughters’ bare bottoms jiggling their way up the stairs… and a quick glance at her niece confirmed that Arabella enjoyed the sight every bit as much.

“Hope you weren’t too embarrassed by that, dear,” Clem said as the girls vanished.

“I don’t mind seein’ them naked, Aunt Clem. They’re both so pretty. Mimi puts me in mind of my sister, and I loved seein’ her with no clothes on. Sometimes, Sophia and I, we used to… um…” Arabella’s voice trailed off, and she looked at the floor, red-faced. You shouldn’t tell her about that! she scolded herself.

Clementine rested a hand on her niece’s knee. Weighing her words carefully, she began to speak. “When me and your mother were Susie and Mimi’s age, we used to like to talk about boys. Wonder what it was like to be courted by one.” Arabella shyly looked up at her aunt. “But we didn’t know anything about boys, you see. So we liked to take turns pretending one of us was a boy, and that we were lovers. We’d practice kissing.”

Gazing wide-eyed at her aunt, Arabella said, “Me and Sophia did something like that. Um, did you just kiss, or…?”

“Well,” Clementine began, feeling her face get warm. Once again, she wondered if it was wise to discuss these things with her niece. I’ll have to tell her sooner or later, she thought, and there’s no better time than this. “I’m going to be completely honest with you, Arabella, and I hope you won’t think too harshly of me. You see, your mother and I, we’d… uh…”

“What? Please tell me, Aunt Clem. I really want to know.”

“All right, then,” Clementine said, struggling with her shyness. “If we were alone, we’d…”

Arabella looked expectantly at her aunt.

“Well, Arabella, sometimes kissing wasn’t enough. It made us feel so funny and warm inside, especially down in our… girl parts. Do you understand what I mean by that?”

Reaching for her aunt’s hand, Arabella gave it a squeeze. “I sure do, Aunt Clem. Me and Sophia, we’d…” She briefly struggled with the words, then finally said, “My sister and me, we’d take all our things off, so we were bare naked. And then, we would… touch each other, down there. It was to, um, make each other feel nice. Sis called it ‘diddling’.” She sighed heavily, lost in the sweet memory. “It sure was fun, doin’ that with her.”

Clementine slowly nodded. “You know, that’s very close to what me and your Ma did, Arabella. Only we didn’t take all our clothes off — not at first, anyway. And yes, you’re right — it was very nice.” They were both silent for a few moments, then Clem added, “Like to know a secret, sweetheart? It’s very likely that your cousins are touching each other that way right now.”

Having touched Mimi’s breasts with Susie just a few nights earlier, Arabella wasn’t very surprised by her aunt’s revelation, but thought it best to act as if she was. Letting her jaw drop, she stared at the older woman and said, “Gosh, Aunt Clem! Are they?”

“Does that bother you, Arabella?”

“No! I think it’s wonderful. You really think they do that?”

Clementine swallowed, then took a long, deep breath before replying. “I know they do.” Bending down, she brought her lips to her niece’s ear, quietly saying, “I know they do, Arabella, because I do it with them.”

This time, Arabella was genuinely surprised. She thought about it, what Aunt Clem had just said to her. Not only did her two cousins get naked and have fun with each other… they did it with their mother, too! Arabella’s insides went all funny and hot, imagining her aunt and the girls with all their clothes off, kissing and diddling.

Maybe even more than that — maybe some of the things I got to do with The Kid. Or Miss Annie, or May and June! The possibilities dazzled the excited ten-year-old, made her heart race.

Clementine’s voice broke into her reverie. “Arabella?”

At a loss for words, Arabella just said “Yes. Aunt Clem?”

The older woman parted her lips to speak, hesitated, then said, “Come help me get started on supper.”

As they made their way into the kitchen, Clementine’s nerves were jangling. She’d just shared her deepest, darkest secret with Arabella — that she and her daughters were lovers — and the child had simply fallen silent, without any sort of response. Maybe I shouldn’t have told her just yet, she mused.

While Arabella quietly shucked ears of corn, her thoughts ran wild. Right now, she thought to herself, my cousins are upstairs with nothing on, doing… Lord knows what.

It had been more than five days since she’d made love, that last time with May and June back in Oak Creek. Now, she ached to be upstairs with her cousins, naked and sharing good feelings.

Soon, that deep-down hunger she felt was too great to keep to herself. Looking up at her aunt, she spoke. “Um, Aunt Clem?” When the older woman looked her way, Arabella said, “Would you… d-do those things with me, too? I mean, letting me be naked with you and Mimi and Susie and we, um…” Not knowing the right words to say, the child simply stopped.

Clementine stirred the pot on the stove a few more times, laid the old wooden spoon to one side, then came over to Arabella and kissed her on the mouth. It was only a gentle touch from her aunt’s lips, but to the young girl it coaxed forth a deep-banked warmth that went straight to her soul.

Kneeling before her niece, Clementine quietly said, “Of course, Arabella. You’re one of the family. If you’d like to make love with us, we would be happy to do that with you.”

The child felt as if she was glowing inside, like she’d swallowed the sun. Make love. That’s what The Kid had called it, the first time she lay between Arabella’s legs and licked her.

Gazing into the warm, adoring eyes of the woman who had taken her in, Arabella whispered, “Yes. Yes, Aunt Clem. That’d make me happier than — than anything.”

Clementine reached out to caress her niece’s cheek. “Then we will, sweetheart,” she said, then stood, took a deep breath and shook her head as if to clear it. “Well, come on, Arabella, let’s finish getting supper ready. That corn won’t shuck itself.”

Still slightly dazed, Arabella reached into the bushel basket for another ear of corn. Clementine resumed her stirring, then glanced upward. “What on earth is keeping those two…?” she said. Reaching for the straw broom, she gave the ceiling three sharp raps with its handle.

Moments later, the girls’ feet could be heard thundering down the staircase, then Susie and Mimi burst into the kitchen. “Sorry, Ma!” Mimi exclaimed. “My shoes were dirty, and I had to wipe ‘em off.”

Clementine gave her daughters a stern look, but she couldn’t quite suppress a smile. “Well, you’re finally here, so hop to it, young ladies. Susie, you cut up the green beans. Mimi–”

“I know, Ma… get the biscuits made. Is there still gravy from last night? I forget.”

As Aunt Clem and the girls discussed the evening meal, Arabella continued to strip coarse husks from the ears of corn as she allowed her mind to wander, dreaming of sharing pleasure with her new family.

*****

Arabella’s air of distraction continued as they dined. No matter what the others were was talking about during supper, whenever there was a moment of silence, she heard Aunt Clem’s voice saying, If you’d like to make love with us, we would be happy to do that with you.

“Are you all right, Arabella?” Clementine asked — though a certain twinkle in her eyes made it clear that she knew full well what was on her niece’s mind.

“Oh, um, yes, Aunt Clem. I just… uh, it’s warm in here, that’s all.” Arabella said.

After finishing supper, they all pitched in to clear the table and clean up the kitchen. Once the task was done, Clementine unfastened her apron, hung it from its hook and said, “Let’s go to the front parlor.” Pausing to touch Arabella’s forehead, she gave the girl a wink. “It’s cooler in there.”

Once they’d lit a few candles and the oil lamp, Mimi seated herself at the piano. “What shall I play?”

Arabella spoke up. “Would you play that pretty song that The Kid liked, please?”

“Er… which one was that?” Mimi asked.

Clementine smiled. “Chopin’s Nocturne Opus Nine, Number Two. The Kid thought it was beautiful, and I must agree with her. It’s one of my favorites. Please play that, Mimi.”

Mimi settled in at the piano and opened the music book to the place she wanted. Susie stationed herself nearby, ready to turn the pages for her sister when needed.

Arabella leaned against her aunt, who was sitting beside her on the loveseat. Clementine’s arm was twined over Arabella’s shoulders, her hand resting on her niece’s chest. As Mimi began to play, Aunt Clem carefully placed her other hand in Arabella’s lap, then buried her face in the girl’s soft hair, breathing in its sweet fragrance.

Covering Aunt Clementine’s hand with her own, Arabella felt a warm surge of love flow through her. It was like the adoration she’d felt for her mother, but there was more to it than that. There was that other love, too. The love that gave her that wonderful feeling. That excited feeling.

Aunt Clem began to lightly stroke Arabella’s chest. The woman’s hand was barely moving, but it felt wonderful, causing the child to tremble as her nipples stiffened to the touch.

As the last notes of the piece dwindled away, the room fell into a blissful silence. Finally, Susie placed both hands on her big sister’s shoulders. “Oh, Mimi,” she sighed, “that was so pretty… I have to kiss you for it,” she said. Bending down, she pressed her lips against the older girl’s neck. Cooing with delight, Mimi turned to her little sister, and their mouths met in a brief but loving kiss.

When they drifted apart, Mimi smiled at Susie. “Thank you, little sister. That’s even nicer than applause.” Glancing over at her mother and cousin, who were still nestled together on the loveseat, she said, “Since I don’t hear you clapping for me, I’ll come over there for kisses.”

Arabella felt as she was under a spell of some sort as she watched her older cousin slowly rise from the piano bench, then drift across the room to where she and Aunt Clem sat.

“I love you, Ma,” Mimi said, extending a hand to her mother.

A smiling Clementine stood, taking the girl into her arms. “I love you too, dearest.”

Arabella stared in awe as her aunt and Mimi came together in a lingering kiss. Clementine’s tongue darted between her daughter’s parted lips — a sight that made Arabella felt warm all over, as if she was standing next to a roaring fire. Mimi’s hands glided down her mother’s back, until they rested just above the curve of Aunt Clem’s lovely bottom.

Then Mimi was kneeling before Arabella, taking the ten-year-old’s hands in hers. “May I kiss you now, dear cousin?” she whispered. Arabella was too stunned to speak, but somehow managed a single nod.

Mimi’s kiss was shy and sweet, so different from the lust-filled urgency of The Kid, yet every bit as thrilling. But when the older girl’s tongue traced Arabella’s lower lip, the heat of her desire was plain as day.

Before Arabella could respond, Mimi had already broken their kiss and was now perched on the loveseat, wrapping both arms around her cousin, holding her close. Arabella hugged Mimi back, the throbbing between her legs grown more intense than ever — as if she had to diddle herself or go mad. She nuzzled her cousin’s chest, loving the smell of her body.

Then she heard Susie speak. “Y’know what, Ma?” Looking up, Arabella saw the girl standing before her, wrapped in her mother’s arms. “The first night Arabella was here, she took off all her clothes and was naked with us. I think she liked it, too!”

“Did you, Arabella?” Clementine asked. “Did you like seeing Mimi and Susie naked together?”

Arabella found it hard to make her voice work, but finally managed to squeak out, “Yes.”

There wasn’t much room left on the loveseat, but Clementine was just able to seat herself to the right of Arabella, so the ten-year-old was now tucked in snugly between Aunt Clem and Mimi, embraced by them both. Then there was little Susie, who stared at her cousin with that hungry, wanting look that Arabella knew very well after her travels with The Kid.

Clementine cradled her niece’s head to her chest. Arabella loved how her aunt’s soft breasts felt against her cheek, and the way she went up and down with each breath. Warm hands began to touch her body — one on her hip, another stroking her belly, yet another trailing its fingers down her neck.

Gazing up at her aunt, Arabella whispered, “I want to, Aunt Clem. Oh, I want to so bad.”

Clementine smiled down at the child, knowing exactly what she meant. “What we talked about before, dearest Arabella? Is that what you mean?”

“Yes, please. Please, Aunt Clem,” Arabella begged, emotions raging so strongly inside her that she almost wanted to cry.

Clementine kissed the top of Arabella’s head, then glanced at her youngest daughter, who was restlessly moving her hips from side to side while she tugged at the sides of her dress.

“Susie,” Clementine said, “I think that Arabella would like to see you and Mimi naked again. Undress for us, won’t you?”

“Alright, Ma,” Susie said as she sat on the floor to remove her shoes. Casting them aside, she stood, reached behind her back and unfastened her dress. As it fell to the floor, Susie carefully watched her ten-year-old cousin, thrilled by the excitement she saw in the girl’s eyes. Her mother and big sister were also observing Arabella as Susie started to slip out of her underclothes.

She unbuttoned the top of her under linen, revealing her budding breasts, then began to push the one-piece down further. Soon her torso was in view then her navel. As she worked it down the rest of the way, the others drank in the lovely sight of Susie’s nudity, especially her sex — the narrow labia, now visibly moist, adorned with a mere sprinkling of silken pubes.

The girl stepped from her undergarment, standing naked and proud before her family. “Come on, Mimi. Your turn,” Susie said. The older girl stood, and Susie quickly took her big sister’s place on the loveseat next to Arabella.

Mimi had already removed her shoes. As she unbuttoned her dress, Arabella’s eyes darted from watching Mimi undress to Susie’s naked body, now right next to hers. Arabella felt a surge of arousal when she realized that Susie was diddling herself, the girl’s fingers busy between her legs.

“Look at Susie touch herself,” Clementine said to Arabella, “Very soon, we’ll all be doing that.” Arabella wondered if that meant they’d all be touching themselves, or touching Susie. Either way, she’d be happy.

Then Clementine rose to her feet. Mimi was down to her underclothes now and Aunt Clem was removing her dress. Poor Arabella didn’t know where to look. She loved watching Susie diddle, but then she’d look up again, and Mimi and Clementine would be that much closer to naked.

She glanced back at Susie just in time to see the girl withdraw her finger from her pussy, slip it into her mouth and suck it clean. Then she put it back into herself again. Wish she’d give me a taste, Arabella thought.

Turning to her aunt and older cousin, Arabella saw that they were both nude, both watching Susie play with herself. Mimi began to fondle her mother’s breasts, teasing the nipples between her fingertips. Clementine returned the favor, gently caressing her daughter’s pale globes.

“Arabella?” Clementine said, giving her niece a knowing smile. “Perhaps you’d like to undress and be naked with us. Would you?”

“Yes!” Arabella blurted. She was leaning forward, staring at her aunt and cousin as they touched one another.

Susie began to unbutton the back of Arabella’s dress. Clementine reached out to place a hand on Mimi’s vulva, and Mimi carefully pushed one of her fingers into her mother’s dripping vagina.

Arabella’s excitement was at fever pitch. Here was her aunt, and here were her cousins, all of them naked. All touching themselves or each other. And soon they would be touching her too. Without even diddling herself, she had that hot, crazy feeling down there — and suddenly it mounted into a rush of pleasure that stole the child’s breath away.

Crying out loud, her head spinning, Arabella slumped to the floor, curled up in a ball with both hands pressed tightly between her legs.

Look, Mama!” Susie gasped. “Arabella… my gosh, she just had a come!”

Quickly kneeling down, Clementine cuddled Arabella in her arms. “That’s just the beginning, my love,” she said. “Tonight, we’re going to truly make you part of this family.”

After Arabella had come to her senses, she was happy to realize that the edge of her sexual need had been taken off, leaving her able to relax a bit.

“Well, now,” Mimi said, her arms folded, “I think it’s time we get you naked. Don’t you think so, Ma?”

“I’d have to agree. Are you ready, Arabella?” said Clementine.

“But I’m not pretty… not like all of you are.” Arabella protested.

“Stuff and nonsense!” Clementine exclaimed. “You’re as pretty as any of us. Just younger, that’s all. Which is a special beauty in itself.”

“Well, I sure want to see you with no clothes on,” Susie said.

Three sets of hands began to slowly undress Arabella, and in moments she was naked as the others.

“Stand up with your cousins, Arabella,” Clementine ordered. Susie and Mimi stood Arabella between them. Clementine sat on the floor, her back against the loveseat, looking at the girls while she masturbated. “Why don’t you take turns kissing each other?” she said.

So the girls did just that, sharing increasingly heated kisses, touching each other’s bare bodies while Clementine’s fingers moved faster around her clitoris.

“Now turn your backs to me. I want to look at those sweet little behinds.” Clementine said, pumping two finger in and out of her vagina.

Susie reached down and gently touched Arabella’s smooth slit, then began to tenderly finger the girl, while Mimi knelt down behind her cousin, fondling her bottom. “Look at this, Ma,” she said to her mother, then spread Arabella’s buttocks apart, moving in to lick the child’s tight pink rosebud.

“Oh, my, that’s lovely.” Clementine breathed, then added, “Girls — bring Arabella over here.”

Susie and Mimi led their cousin over and stood her in front of their mother. Clementine reached around Arabella to grasp her tight little bottom, then drew her close until the little girl’s bare slit was within reach of her tongue. Parting her lips, Aunt Clem extended her tongue to take a long, slow lick.

A shivery moan escaped Arabella’s lips as she watched her aunt’s tongue move up and down, bathing her sex, each lick a warm, wet caress. The sisters stood on either side of Arabella, holding the girl steady as their mother pleasured her.

“That’s so beautiful,” Mimi sighed. “I love watchin’ Ma lick Arabella. Don’t you, Susie?”

“I sure do.” Susie answered her big sister. “Mimi, come sit on my face, and I’ll lick you while you watch them.”

Mimi considered this for a moment — but her thoughts were interrupted by Arabella, who said, “I can’t stand any more. Uh — I mean, I can’t stand up any more. It feels so good, Aunt Clem, b-but my legs are gonna plumb give out on me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, dearest,” Clementine said. “Here, sit down on the loveseat. That’s right… lay back with your legs spread open.” She and the girls got the dazed ten-year-old into position, then Clementine turned to her eldest daughter. “Mimi, you lick Arabella now.”

Kneeling before her naked cousin, Mimi kissed the insides of her thighs, inching her way upward until her lips were brushing Arabella’s vulva. Then she began to pleasure the younger girl with her tongue, enjoying the smoothness of her sex and the sweet nectar that flowed freely with each lick.

As she watched, Susie started to masturbate. When Clementine saw that, she took her younger daughter and got her to climb up onto the loveseat, standing astride Arabella’s thighs so that Susie’s sex was just inches from her cousin’s mouth.

“Now, Arabella,” Clementine said. “Lick Susie, just like Mimi is licking you.”

A shiver raced through Susie’s frame. “Ohhhh,” she moaned. “She’s doing it, Ma — she’s… oh, her tongue feels so nice!”

Clementine stood behind her daughter, one hand on Susie’s arm and the other on her bottom to help the girl keep her balance. Feeling a wicked impulse that was too delicious to ignore, she began to tickle her daughter’s anus with one finger.

“Ooooh, Ma!” Susie gasped, leaning on her mother to keep from keeling over. With her free hand, she spread her cunt open with two fingers so Arabella could lick even deeper — cooing with delight when her cousin did just that.

Clementine’s attention shifted to each of the three girls in turn as she watched them share pleasure, warm vaginal secretions oozing down the insides of her thighs.

Arabella’s mouth was buried between the legs of her eleven-year-old cousin, where she sucked, licked and kissed Susie’s lightly-downed sex, happy to be making love for the first time in days.

Susie put both hands on the back of the love seat as she pushed her hips forward, grinding her wet cunt into Arabella’s face. She made a noise like a crying animal when Ma’s finger slipped past Susie’s tight anal ring and into her rectum.

Then those animal sounds became words as Susie cried out, “Oh! Oh mercy, don’t stop. I’m coming. Oh Lord, I’m c-coming!” Susie’s body was jerking helplessly, and the only thing keeping the girl from toppling to the floor was her mother’s steady hand.

Susie let out a choked scream, then her knees began to buckle. Clementine caught the girl before she collapsed, gently lowering her to the floor. Her whole body was flushed and covered with a sheen of sweat. Susie took a few deep breaths, then clumsily pulled herself up onto the loveseat. Gazing at her cousin with adoring eyes, she kissed Arabella, tasting her pussy on the ten-year-old’s lips and tongue.

Clementine watched Mimi go down on Arabella, then moistened her lips at the sight of her oldest daughter’s fully exposed holes. She laid on the floor, scooted between Mimi’s feet, then reaching up to grasp the teen’s hips, guiding a very juicy vagina down to her open mouth. Clementine began to lick her daughter’s sex. Mimi shifted both knees farther apart, opening herself up to her mother.

Copying what she’d done to Susie, Clementine placed a fingertip against the older girl’s anus, and Mimi pushed back against it, moaning into Arabella’s pussy as she continued to lick the little girl.

Susie broke the kiss with Arabella and said into her cousin’s ear, “That’s nice, huh? Mimi licks so good. I love to see her doin’ it to you.” She caressed Arabella’s chest, brushing the child’s nipples. “Y’know, one of Mimi’s most favorite things is when you come on her face and in her mouth.”

As Clementine brought her older daughter to a climax with her mouth and fingers, Mimi sucked at Arabella’s tiny clitoris. A jolt of ecstasy raced through the girl’s body, causing her to jerk violently.

“Yes, Arabella,” Susie said, hugging her. “Come for Mimi — yes, just like that. Come on my sister’s face.”

Arabella did just that, exploding in an orgasm so powerful that it had her shaking helplessly, as if she was having a seizure. Susie held her cousin close, giving her soothing words and little kisses until the girl’s climax reached its peak — leaving Arabella limp, bathed in sweat and in a dreamy state of mind.

Still tingling from her own orgasm, Mimi got up on her knees to kiss Arabella. The ten-year-old eagerly responded, loving the taste of herself on Mimi’s lips, tongue and chin.

Clementine seated herself on the piano stool, where she sat watching the three young girls, the flavor of Mimi’s cunt still sharp in her mouth. I must be the luckiest woman in the world, she told herself. What a gift it is that I’ve been given — to live in a house filled with love. Her thighs were carelessly parted, and she was playing with her nipples.

Suddenly Arabella broke her kiss with Mimi. Rising from the loveseat, she walked over to where Aunt Clem sat and got on her knees before the older woman.

Arabella was transfixed by Clementine’s large, juicy labia, as well as her thick pubes, now matted with love honey. She gazed up at her wide-eyed aunt. “It’s your turn now, Aunt Clem,” she said. “No one’s licked you yet.”

Clementine moaned, lost in surprise and pleasure as Arabella buried her mouth in those dark, glistening curls, the child’s tongue darting into her aunt’s vagina.

Arabella explored Aunt Clem’s most intimate places with her tongue and mouth and fingers, using every trick learned from the different lovers she’d had.

Clementine stared down at Arabella’s face, the girl’s eyes occasionally flicking up to meet hers — then over at her two daughters. Mimi and Susie were diddling each other as they watched Arabella please their mother, guiding her to what would surely be an explosive orgasm.

It was, too. When her climax hit, Clementine went bone-rigid, her every breath hissing through clenched teeth, then slumped against the piano, tears flowing down her cheeks. Reaching out for her niece, she drew Arabella up and into her arms.

“Oh, my beautiful child,” she said between sobs, “I love you s-so very much… just as if you were my own daughter.” Clementine stroked the child’s bare back as she spoke, from her shoulders down to her pert little bottom. “In fact, there’s something I’ve been thinking about, that I wanted to ask you.” She hesitated, then spoke. “Arabella, it would make me very, very happy if — if from now on, you thought of me as your mother… and your lover.”

Pulling back, Arabella gazed at Clementine, her lower lip trembling, eyes filling with tears of her own. “I bet that’s what Ma would of wanted,” she whispered, then kissed the older woman’s mouth. “I love you — Momma.” Now the girl was crying, too. Susie and Mimi raced over to embrace them both, hugging Clementine and their new baby sister.

*****

They refreshed themselves in the kitchen. Running water into the sink from the hand pump there, Clementine and the girls splashed cold water on their faces, necks and private parts. There was half a pecan pie left over from the day before, which they divided up. Looking at each other’s bodies as they ate, then exchanging kisses and touches, the four lovers were soon ready for more.

After putting out the candles and turning down the oil lamps, they all traipsed upstairs to Clementine’s bedroom. Clementine lit the oil lamp and sat on her bed, Mimi beside her, then had Susie and Arabella engage in a series of the most lascivious poses she could think of, putting every bit of their bare bodies on display while she and Mimi fondled their cunts.

Once her desire was sharpened, Clementine invited the two younger girls to join her and Mimi on the bed, asking Susie and Arabella to lie on their tummies and kiss each other. While they did that, Mimi and Clem got behind the girls and pleasured their bottoms, making love to each girl’s rosebud with warm, wet swipes of the tongue. It had Arabella and Susie completely unable to remain still, grinding and rubbing themselves against the bedclothes.

Finally, Susie broke her kiss with Arabella, turned her head and said, “Oh, Ma, I can’t stand it anymore! Please, please make us come?”

Pressing a fingertip against Arabella’s anus, Clementine said, “How would you like for me to do that, sweetheart?” Mimi continued to rim her little sister.

Susie cried, “Don’t care how! Just do it soon. I’m about to — to bust, I need it so bad… m-me and Arabella both! Make us come, Ma, please. Anyway you like.”

Arabella chimed in, panting, “Yes, please. I’ll do anything you want. Just… just make me come.”

Mimi and Clementine looked at each other with grins on their faces. They shared a kiss, then Clem said, “Arabella, lay on your back.” The girl quickly obeyed, then Clementine got Susie to climb on top of her cousin, face to face so that their noses were touching.

“Now, girls,” Clementine said, “I want to see you two really kiss one another, like you’re madly in love… and while you kiss, rub your pussies together. Make your clits touch, if you can.”

“Mmmm… I can do that,” Susie said, staring at the younger girl. “I do love you, Arabella. Lots and lots. I’m so happy that you’re gonna be my sister!”

“I… I love you too, Susie,” Arabella sighed.

“That’s very sweet of you both,” said Clementine, “but I don’t see any kissing. You do want to come, don’t you?”

With that, the youngsters came together in a steamy kiss that seethed with passion, their bodies quickly falling into a hard rhythm as they began to grind into one another. Mimi and Clementine fingered the girls, touching their slits and bottom holes.

It wasn’t long before Arabella and Susie both came, hips churning together in a frenzied motion — working up to a peak, then slowing to an exhausted halt.

Once the afterglow of the two preteen girls had lessened, Mimi turned to her mother. “Y’know, I think I heard Arabella say just before that she’d do anything for us, Ma.”

Clementine smiled. “Yes, Mimi. I heard that, too.”

Mimi pursed her lips in thought, then said, “Can we get ‘em to lick our bottoms, now?”

“Oh, my, yes — that’s a wonderful idea,” Clementine said, She and Mimi got on their hands and knees, then Clem looked over her shoulder at the others. “Come lick our buttholes, you two. Take turns on us.”

“Sure, Ma!” said Susie, getting into position behind her sister, then glancing at Arabella. “Ever done this before?”

“Um, no,” Arabella admitted. “But I’d like to try.”

“Good!” Susie nodded. “It’s fun. Here, just do what I do.”

Arabella watched as Susie spread her big sister’s cheeks apart and licked the crack of Mimi’s ass, then buried her mouth in the dark pink cleft.

Moistening her lips, Arabella placed both hands on Clementine’s buttocks and gently pushed them apart, moving in to bathe the woman’s anus with a long, slow swipe of her tongue. Then another, then another. Soon she was pleasuring her new mother’s rosebud with all the enthusiasm she’d felt for licking her pussy.

Her rimming was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. “My turn to lick Ma’s bottom,” Susie declared. “You do it to Mimi!”

Arabella and Susie switched back and forth several times, until Mimi moaned, “Ohhhh… will you lick my pussy now, Ma? I’ve been wantin’ to feel your mouth on me somethin’ awful. Will you please, Ma?”

“Yes, my love,” Clementine answered, and rolled over on her back. “Here, Mimi. Come ride on my face.”

Mimi straddled her mother on hands and knees, facing the opposite way. She lowered her cunt to Clementine’s already open mouth, then dipped her face between the woman’s thighs. They quickly settled in, each feasting hungrily on the other’s pussy.

Arabella could only stare, mesmerized by the sight, the liquid sounds and the thick, rich scents of mother and daughter making love. Susie had stationed herself behind Mimi and was licking her bottom hole again. Arabella wanted to do the same for Clementine, but there wasn’t room.

Soon mother and daughter reached a furious climax, moaning into each other as they came.

Afterwards, the four lovers lay together on the bed and rested, lazily swapping caresses and kisses. Terms of love were stated in the most intimate and endearing ways. Eventually, Clementine rose from the bed and poured some water from the pitcher on her dresser into the wash basin. They all took turns cleaning up, then the girls went to bed.

*****

Later, Clementine awoke. Still in her nightgown, she wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and went out to the front porch. She seated herself on the top step, then gazed wistfully at the stars, wondering where The Kid was. She told me she’d be gone a few days. It’s almost a week now. Clementine couldn’t help but feel worried.

Hearing a quiet rustling from behind, Clem glanced over her shoulder to see Arabella, dressed in a old nightgown of Mimi’s that she’d given her. “My goodness, Arabella. What are you doing up so late? Are you all right?” She patted the space beside her, then when Arabella sat down, wrapped the shawl around the girl and herself.

“I’m fine, Aunt Clem — Momma, I mean. I just woke up, then I got to thinkin’ about The Kid and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

Clementine hugged the girl to her. “Now, don’t you worry. She told me she’d be gone a week or more on business. The Kid said she’d be back, and she always keeps her promises, doesn’t she?”

“I guess,” Arabella said. “I just miss her so much. She said that she’d love me forever and ever.”

Dear God, Clementine thought, feeling a shiver that had nothing to do with the night’s cool. She’s so young, The Kid is. Practically still a child herself.

Forcing herself to sound cheerful, Clem smiled at Arabella and said, “The Kid is fine, sweetheart. She’ll be back any day now.” Rising to her feet, she reached out for the girl’s hand. “Let’s get you back to bed now, young lady, before you catch your death of cold.”

Hand in hand, they made their way upstairs to Susie’s room, which Arabella was using until the bed Clem had ordered for her got delivered. It had been decided that Arabella and Susie would share that room — but for the moment, Susie was still bunking with Mimi.

As Clem tucked Arabella in, the child said, “I love you all so much, you’ve been so good to me… it’s just that I — I can’t help worryin’ about The Kid.”

Kissing the girl’s forehead, Clementine said, “Don’t worry. She’s a strong woman who knows how to take care of herself. Go to sleep now.” With one last smile, she gently pulled the door to.

Clementine felt numb with sudden fear as she made her way down the hallway to her own room. Upon entering and closing the door, she went to her bed, getting down on her knees beside it.

Closing her eyes, Clementine clasped her hands together. Dear Lord, she silently pleaded, please watch over The Kid. Protect this good woman from evil, from those who would do her harm. Bring her home to us, safe and sound. This I pray in Jesus’ name, amen.

With a sigh, she crawled into the cold bed and settled in, finally drifting into a fitful sleep.

On to: Chapter Twelve!

 

Teaching the Girls, Chapter 21

  • Posted on April 17, 2019 at 2:24 pm

By Naughty Mommy

That was, without question, the most thrilling and rewarding period of my life, at least so far. An outwardly typical high school sophomore, I was privileged to enjoy hour after hour of spectacular, if secret, erotic fun and games nearly every weekend. How could a girl be any luckier?

If you’d seen me that spring, you might have wondered what kind of pep pills I was on, looking so happy and bubbly and full of energy all the time. It wasn’t drugs that did it for me, however, outside of a little alcohol on occasion. Nope, it was sex: hot raunchy sex with three attractive women along with incredibly exciting sex with their underage daughters, and as much of that as I could ever want. Wow! Plus there was always plenty of steamy incestuous interaction between the kids and their moms.

Even if they never quite went all the way (no matter how hard I schemed), I received huge satisfaction from seeing the mothers and daughters masturbate together, sometimes kissing and touching, bringing one another pleasure, and often reaching orgasm at the same time. So yummy to watch. 

After that first sensational group session involving all three moms and all four girls, we enjoyed repeat performances each Saturday afternoon and evening through March and into April. I continued refining and expanding the things I’d already taught the kids, giving them a comprehensive education in lesbian lovemaking.

Along the way we also celebrated two birthdays. Danielle turned thirty-one in March, and then in April, little Addison had her tenth birthday. The festive parties and decorated cakes made those sexy weekends we spent together even more enjoyable.

We had to miss out only once, at Easter when my parents took me for an overnight visit with an aunt and uncle and some cousins on my dad’s side. Other than that, we met without fail, usually at Kay’s, but a couple of times at Donna’s when her husband was out of town.

I would always spend the night, sleeping with the women. Although they stuck with their vow of not actually having sex with their daughters — while constantly skirting the line, coming very, very close — it seemed a release for them later to have their way with me. They fucked me hard in every hole, sitting on my face, tonguing, fingering, using filthy language all the while and making me come over and over again. Even with Gina, I’d never enjoyed so many wonderful orgasms, first with the little girls and then with their moms. Have I mentioned how lucky I was?

 

Alas… all good things must come to an end. I’d heard that saying before, plenty of times, but I never knew how strongly it would someday apply to me.

It was after dinner one Monday night late in April. As we were eating dessert, my mother and father informed me that as soon as school was done for the year, in about six weeks, we would be relocating because of my dad’s job, moving from Baltimore to Chicago. Oh no!

They were all smiles and tried to make this seem like a good thing. My dad was being transferred to company headquarters and getting a big promotion, so there’d be a lot more money for us. We would live in a larger house, have nicer clothes and everything like that. I would be able to choose whatever college I wanted to go to without settling for second or third best. We wouldn’t have to scrimp and save the way we did now.

All that would be great, and I was happy for my dad, obviously. But — would I be able to find a group of young girls there in need of yoga lessons, little girls whose moms wanted me to have sex with their kids while they watched? What were the chances of that ever happening again? Practically zero.

 

I broke the news to Kay and Danielle and Donna the next day following our usual after-school teaching session. The women were as devastated as I was, it appeared, probably wondering how they could ever find another yoga instructor like me!

They shed tears, and I did too, as we exchanged heartfelt hugs all around. Of course I wasn’t going anywhere yet, not for a few more weeks, but still it seemed like this was the end, knowing our idyllic weekend frolics were numbered and soon would be gone forever.

We decided not to tell the kids, at least not right away, figuring it was better to let them enjoy our remaining time together without that dark cloud hanging over everything.

One small benefit this provided me, however, in spite of the sadness I felt, or maybe because of it, was a greater sense of urgency. I was determined make the absolute most of every moment I had left with these girls and their mothers, to experience all the illicit pleasure and debauchery with them that I possibly could.

With that aim in mind, I did my best to think of new ways I might bring them even closer, upping the incest factor. I’m not sure why, but that idea turned me on more than anything else then (and it still does). Since it seemed unlikely I would ever have a daughter of my own, being a lesbian, and since I wasn’t especially attracted to my own mom — who probably wasn’t available anyway, even if I had been — I had to get my kicks vicariously, setting up dangerously dirty situations with these mothers and daughters and seeing how it would play out.

 

It wasn’t easy to surpass all the amazing things we’d done already, but I kept trying. My most memorable success took place on what would turn out to be our next to last Saturday together, when I had them work on an ‘edging’ exercise.

In preparation for this, I’d made a request in advance that everyone should wear skirts or dresses for this session — no shorts or slacks or jeans — along with panties, which you couldn’t always count on with the members of our group, me included. Anyway, there we were, just after 3:00 PM on a sunny day in late May, standing in the large family room at Donna’s house (her husband Trevor away again on business). Because it was so warm outside, plenty of skin was showing… very short skirts, tank tops, sleeveless dresses, all quite tantalizing.

I looked slowly around at my friends, the women and the girls, experiencing a strange combination of feelings, my lust and desire rising while at the same time I had to fight back tears. Clearing my throat, I smiled at them, and said, “So, today I thought we might do some work on masturbating, on giving ourselves sexual pleasure.”

That announcement brought smiles from them as well.

“I know we’ve done a lot of that already, and I also know you guys have been practicing on your own, haven’t you?”

Everyone nodded, with Donna adding, “Yes, of course, all the time!” Now we had plenty of giggles to go with the grins.

“That’s great,” I continued, “but there’s one thing we haven’t really worked on yet, which is edging. Does anyone know what that is?”

“Sure,” said Danielle. “It’s when you get as close as you can but then hold back just before you come. Sorta try and see how long you can make it last.”

“Exactly. And in fact this is a very good exercise to go along with the yoga training I’ve done with the girls. You know, how we focus on control and discipline, on learning to master our body and our physical sensations. We can do that with masturbation too, making it both spiritual and sensual all at once. Let’s give it a try, all right?”

No one objected, but of course I didn’t expect them to. By now I was able to suggest almost anything and they would gladly follow. The only limit I had to observe was avoiding explicit sex between the moms and daughters — though I pushed that boundary as far and as often as I could. Today I would take it even further.

“To start, let’s talk for a minute about masturbating. And why don’t we sit down and get comfortable first, with the girls on the sofa, the rest of us here.”

I’d told Donna how to arrange the room beforehand. Facing the long rattan sofa about five feet away was a matching loveseat and on either side of the loveseat were cushioned chairs, all forming a loose circle. Kay and Danielle were in the loveseat, while I sat in one of the chairs and Donna took the other. The four girls squeezed in side by side on the sofa, with Heather on one end, Felicity on the other, Cherise and Addison in the middle.

The curtains on the floor to ceiling windows were wide open, offering a view of the patio and swimming pool. Although the yard was fenced, the neighboring houses all had two stories, so it was at least conceivable that after we got naked and started playing with ourselves someone might see in and discover what we were doing. I liked the feeling of risk this added.

“Okay, so, when was your last orgasm?” I inquired once we’d settled in. “For me, it was last night, about 11:30, I think, just before I fell asleep. How about the rest of you? Let’s go around the room. Kay, do you remember when yours was?”

“Yeah, it was this morning in the shower. I had two, using that wand with the pulsating jet spraying right on my clit. It was great.”

Addison, Kay’s daughter, giggled and squirmed with excitement. Although we’d grown accustomed to frank talk about sex and body parts, the girls invariably seemed to enjoy hearing their moms discuss such intimate topics.

Danielle was next in line. “Um, it was last night for me too. In bed, while I was watching, you know, porn on my phone.”

“Lesbian porn?” I asked.

“Well, yeah, duh. That’s all I ever watch.”

Everyone laughed at that, and then Donna said, “It was this morning for me — no, wait, actually I think the last one was a little after 12:00 so it wasn’t still morning. Anyway, I’ve had three so far today. With more to come, I hope.”

“More to come, ha-ha,” Kay quipped.

“Heather, what about you?” I asked.

The pretty twelve-year-old blushed. “Um, this morning in bed. I do that, like, every morning, as soon as I wake up.”

“I do that a lot too,” I told her. “It’s a great way to start the day.”

“Yeah, it is,” said Heather. “It really is.”

“Okay, Cherise, you’re next,” I said. “Do you remember when your last orgasm was?”

“Well, um… last night. You know, in bed before I went to sleep.”

“Uh-huh. Do you that every night? Or just sometimes?”

“Almost every night. Sometimes I don’t. But almost every night.”

“And do you always come? Have an orgasm?”

“Yeah,” the ten-year-old brunette grinned. “I always do.”

“Good, very good. Okay, Addison, how about you? When was your last one?”

“Uh, this morning. After I had breakfast and when I was getting dressed, when I started thinking about what we would do today.”

“All right. So how long ago was that?”

She frowned, wrinkling her nose. “I don’t know. A while ago.”

“Okay, no problem. So, Felicity, when was your last orgasm?”

The little blonde blushed even more deeply than her sister had. “Well, it was last night… except it wasn’t from masturbating.”

“It wasn’t? Were you with Heather?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

“Can you tell us about it?”

“Well, it was, you know, with her on top of me, doing that grinding thing. What’s it called…? Tripling?”

“Tribbing,” Heather corrected her.

“That’s right, tribbing,” I said, “from the word ‘tribadism’. Doesn’t matter what it’s called, though. The really important thing is that guys are doing it a lot, and that’s great.”

“Yeah, it is great,” said their mother, Donna, licking her lips.

“Anyway, so today I think we should do a little testing, explore just how good we all are at maintaining control when we masturbate. I’d like to challenge everyone, both the girls and the moms, to get as close as possible without having an orgasm, and then to stay at that level, right on the edge, for as long as you can.”

Heather slowly raised her hand, and I smiled at the girl. “Yes?”

“Why would you want to do that?” she asked. “I mean, like, aren’t orgasms good?”

“Sure, of course they are. They’re great. But orgasms aren’t the only point of having sex, whether with yourself or with others. It’s as much about the process or the journey, the pleasure of arousal, enjoying all the things you can do to make yourself feel good or your partner feel good. Plus, sometimes the anticipation of getting a thing is just as nice as when you finally get it, you know?”

She cocked her head, frowning, not appearing to understand.

“You’ve done this, haven’t you? Edging?” I said, turning to Danielle. When she nodded, I asked her, “So can you tell us what that’s like for you? Maybe you can explain it better than I can.”

“Well, yeah, I actually do it a lot. Last night that’s what I did, in fact, when I was looking at porn. I kept on the edge for like, I don’t know, twenty minutes or something. Maybe longer. I really love how it feels to have that sort of peak, to be almost there, almost there, over and over again. That feels nearly as good as when I finally let myself come. So I do it a lot,” she finished with a shrug and a smile.

“Are you willing to give it a try?” I asked Heather.

“Sure, of course,” she replied, then added with a giggle, “I’ll try anything, almost.”

I didn’t ask her what ‘almost’ might be, though I was curious. Instead, I said, “First let’s just look at each other for a minute. Girls, scoot forward on the sofa and pull up your dress or your little skirt so we can see your undies, okay?”

They did this and I heard approving murmurs and sighs from the women as they gazed at their daughters’ panty-covered crotches.

“Now, moms, you do the same,” I requested, “and I will too.”

The four of us pulled up the hems of our skirts or dresses and spread our legs. This made quite a lovely sight, a big group of girls and women flashing one another.

“Mmm, so nice,” I said. “Look at the different kinds of panties.”

The kids all wore brightly colored cotton undies, some with cartoon images. Addison’s showed Tweety Bird, for example. For me and for most of the women, the choice was satin rather than cotton: mine were purple and Kay’s were black, while Donna’s were powder blue (with a big wet spot plainly showing). Danielle was the exception among us. Her panties were white cotton, in a dainty eyelet pattern.

“Okay, so start rubbing yourselves now,” I told them, “but do it on the outside, through your panties to begin with. And while we’re doing it, let’s talk some more… uh, here’s a question. When you masturbate, how long does it usually take until you come, until you have an orgasm?”

“I’m kinda quick,” said Donna. “Two or three minutes at most. Sometimes even faster.”

“That’s good,” I grinned. “But remember, our aim today is not to come right away. Instead, let’s see how long we can go, getting close but not quite there.”

She chuckled, “All right, I’ll try. But no guarantees.”

“And how about the rest of you?” I asked. “How long does it normally take until you come?”

Kay shrugged. “About five or ten minutes, I guess. Sometimes less, sometimes more. Depends on how turned on I am.”

“I can come pretty fast if I want to,” said Danielle. “But like I said earlier, I do a lot of edging, making it last a long time, stretching it out.”

I smiled at her. “Perfect. You’ll be a good example for the girls, then.”

“I’m fast too,” said Heather. “And I do it a lot, like three or four times a day. I don’t know how long it actually takes ‘cause I never timed it, but I know it’s pretty quick.”

“How about you, Felicity?” I said. “Are you as fast as your sister?”

She shook her head. “No, it takes me longer. Usually she comes like maybe twice before I come even once — when we’re watching each other, I mean.”

“And that’s just fine,” I told the girl. “Orgasms are great, but they’re not the only goal, as I was saying before. The thing we’re working on now, with this edging exercise, is to truly feel and experience all the sensations of bodily arousal without the distraction of having a climax. Okay?”

The little blonde nodded, “Okay,” and kept rubbing herself.

“Oh jeez — shit shit shit — you really want me to stop?!” Donna was panting, fingers moving fast between her legs, face turning red.

“Yes,” I ordered. “Take your hand away now. Back off just a little bit, then start again.”

Reluctantly she obeyed. The wet spot on her panties was even larger now, shiny and gooey. “All right,” she sighed, “but… god, this is hard.”

“I know it is, and that’s the point. We’re learning the practice of discipline, of self-control.”

“Yeah,” injected Danielle, “and once you do finally let yourself go, after putting it off for a long time, the orgasm is incredible.”

“Mine are always incredible,” Donna chuckled, “no matter what.”

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. I’d thought the main difficulty might be in getting the kids to follow instructions, but here it was an adult giving me trouble. Oh well.

“How about you guys, Addison? Cherise?” I went on. “How long does it normally take you to reach climax when you masturbate?”

Cherise said, “I think it sorta takes a while, but I don’t how long exactly. Like ten or fifteen minutes, I guess. I don’t really know.”

Addison didn’t offer any reply, just shrugged and shook her head. The child evidently had no idea how long it took. For her, I gathered, masturbation was not something she gave very much thought to. She just did it automatically, like a reflex.

“All right,” I said, “let’s see if we can get everyone in the group close to coming now, just like Donna was a minute ago, but without going over the top. If you want to, if it helps, feel free to put your hand inside your panties. Just make sure you don’t come yet.”

That’s what we did for the next half hour or so. We sat and played with ourselves, sometimes gazing around the room, watching the others masturbate, and sometimes with eyes closed. It was up to each individual. I cautioned them, however, not to lose focus, to remain consciously attuned to the physical sensations they were experiencing, to truly feel how their body responded to their growing arousal.

We talked about it from time to time, doing our best to describe what we felt going on inside. That would be useful, I thought, in helping everyone stay in control. It seemed to work, though the words and phrases they chose were often quite erotic — “boiling hot” “steamy” “juicy” “dripping wet” “jumpy” “jittery” “like a volcano” “ready to explode” — and this contributed to the rising intensity of sexual excitement.

Donna, of course, had to stop and start numerous times. But I gave her credit. The woman really was trying, and she was succeeding. And she wasn’t the only one who sometimes needed to slow down. I certainly did, and it appeared that most of the others did as well.

Anyway, we did it. No one came, not quite, but by the end of this first exercise we were all right near the edge, our faces flushed, breathing fast, most of us visibly sweating.

“Are you almost there?” I asked, in a shaky voice.

“Uh-huh… uh-huh…” came various murmurs and nods.

“That’s good, that’s great. Now let’s ease off, taper down, and just relax for a few minutes before we go on to the next step.”

Slip slide over to Chapter 22!

 

Cheryl and My Mother, Part 2

  • Posted on April 15, 2019 at 2:21 pm

Author Unknown

Previously, in Part One: Sixteen-year-old Linda is stunned to discover that her own mother Beth has become the willing sex slave of her best friend Cheryl, then finds herself interested when Cheryl offers to help Linda become the dominant of her mother, Violet. Though she agrees to her friend’s scheme, Linda finds herself even more excited about the possibility of exploring incest with her own mom.

*****

“I’d like to be your lover, Violet.” Our noses were mere inches apart as I whispered these words in her kitchen. I had just surprised Cheryl’s mother by entering the room and wrapping my arms around her in a loving hug, nuzzling her neck… then I told her what I wanted from her.

The thirty-nine-year-old woman gasped at my bluntness… and she flushed awkwardly.

“Linda — you don’t know what you’re saying.” Violet turned away and stood before the stove as if she was too embarrassed to look at me.

I came around the counter and stood behind her, my nose in her long thick blonde hair. “I’m a virgin, Violet.” I leaned in and pressed my lips against her ear, kissing it gently. “I want… I need you to teach me how to be a woman.” One of my hands was placed gently upon Cheryl’s mother’s ass, and I was surprised at how firm it was.

She leaned over the stove so that her head pulled away from my warm lips, but this left her ass in the palm of my hand. Cheryl had told me that she guessed her mother was very anal — that her ass was her prime erogenous zone.

“I can’t, honey!” she pleaded. “If you like girls, Linda, there must be others that would… do this for you.”

Did I like girls?

A month ago I would have vehemently said ‘no’. Yet, the one person I most desired was a woman, an older sexy woman — my own mother, actually. And when I watched mother and that teenage girl fuck, it wasn’t the girl’s body that I hungered for.

“Like Cheryl, you mean…?” I said sweetly.

Violet gasped, pulled away from me and retreated backwards to the sink. Horror filled her eyes. “Cheryl likes boys.” I think she said it more for her benefit than mine.

I eventually shrugged as an answer, “I want you, Violet.” She shook her head side to side silently. “If I can’t have you, then… well, Cheryl is a younger version of you, isn’t she…?”

Violet’s mouth opened as her sudden horror caused her shoulders to slump.

“I’m married,” she whispered, as if that obvious fact was enough to stop my advances.

“Cheryl says you and her father haven’t fucked for months,” I said softly.

The older woman frowned, wondering how her daughter knew this. Cheryl loved all forms of sex, even voyeurism — and she seemed to be very knowledgable about her mother’s sex life.

I sighed as if resigning my position, “If you don’t want to be my girlfriend, Violet… can’t you at least help me — teach me about love… please? I want you so very much…”

Some of her confidence seemed to return — she thought I was retreating. “I’m not a lesbian, dear, but you are like a daughter to me… and I will do what I can to help you.”

I sniffled and threw myself against her. My arms encircled her and I sobbed against her for several dramatic minutes, pressing my body tightly to hers before turning about and running out of there and back to my house.

Mother was making Cheryl lunch, naked but for black stockings and high heels. She tried to ignore me as I stood enjoying the sight of her for nearly a minute.

I found my best friend wearing mother’s bathrobe seated in our living room, obviously naked beneath. Her face lit up when she saw me.

I sat in the chair across from her, noticing that I could see straight up the bathrobe, right to the lightly downed pussy between her pale thighs. She opened her legs wider when she saw me look.

“Tell me how it went,” she murmured, and my eyes returned to hers as I did so, hiding nothing of my visit with her mother.

*****

Violet frowned when I got in her Mercedes without her daughter… she was clearly nervous to be alone with me, I saw. “Where’s Cheryl, Linda?”

I put my school bag down at my feet and reached for the seat belt. “She went over to a friend’s house.” Mine, actually, for an afternoon of kinky sex with my mom, but it was far too early for Violet to know about her daughter’s sexual games. “I wanted to be alone with you anyway.” I slipped my hand upon her thigh, squeezing for emphasis.

Shocked, she gasped, “Don’t do that, Linda!” I stroked the bare skin of her leg lovingly, noting that she had worn an attractive skirt that day. “Please,” she begged me, “please stop this…”

I gazed deep into her eyes and breathed, “I will if you kiss me.”

Violet’s nervousness was turning into furious surprise as she batted my hand away, then put the car into first gear and sped out of the parking lot.

After a few blocks I broke the thick silence. “You said you would help me, Violet.” I could tell my use of her first name made her uneasy, which is why I continued to use it.

She seemed surprised, as if she didn’t remember telling me that the day before. “How could I possibly help you, Linda?”

“I want to know what it’s like to make love to a woman, Violet… and you are the one I want. I’d love to have you lick my pussy…”

Violet hit the brakes of her car and pulled to the side of the street. She then turned toward me on the leather seat, on the verge of tears. At first she was at a loss for words, but they finally came to her, “Linda — I told you… I’m — I’m not a lesbian… and I’m h-happily married!”

I blurted, “You never said ‘happily’… and I don’t believe that, either.”

That stunned her to silence, mouth open.

I threw my trump card into the game, “Cheryl offered to… be with me.”

Violet faced forwards again in her seat, both hands holding the steering wheel in a death grip. “My God!”

“I don’t want to ruin my friendship with Cheryl… but I really want you!” I feigned a sob of despair.

“My daughter would never do such a thing!”

“I can prove it to you.” Her disbelieving eyes returned to me, daring me.

I reached into my purse and quickly rummaged inside it, pulling out a note, handwritten by Cheryl. In truth, she and I had composed it the night before. We made it just explicit enough to make it clear that Violet’s daughter was offering to be my lover.

Violet read the note, her hands trembling.

“Is that proof enough for you?” I said in a stricken voice.

She turned to me, finally whispering, “W-why are you doing this to me…?”

“Doing what? Telling you that I find you beautiful… that I think about being with you all the time? That I want to share pleasure with you?” A lie — I still craved my mother above all, but I was also looking forward to fucking Violet, to teaching her about the pleasures of lesbian love… pleasures I myself had only just learned to enjoy. “Is that so wrong, Violet?” My voice was angry now.

She sat motionless for a long time. Finally, she turned to me. “All right… I will do it.”

“Do what?” I was pushing her, wanting her to submit to me from the very start.

“I will,” she was struggling, but I stared her down until she lowered her head. “I will… make love to you.” She was whispering, her hands trembling in her lap.

I took her face in my hands turned it to mine, and planted a soft kiss on her mouth. “I’ll get out here, Violet,” I murmured, opening the car door, “I just remembered — I need to visit the library.” I began to walk away, then turned back to smile at Cheryl’s mother through the open window. “I’ll call you.”

As I walked away, I glanced back over my shoulder, feeling a prickle of excitement to see Violet, staring at nothing, her fingers brushing her lips where I had just kissed her. She had resisted me, but something inside her — something obviously neglected by her husband — had responded to my desire. I smiled… our plan was going beautifully. Reaching into my purse for my cell phone, I quickly punched in Cheryl’s number.

She caught me on the second ring. “Hello?”

“It worked.”

*****

I opened our front door, wearing my bathrobe, to let Violet in. Cheryl had taken Mom out somewhere, so the house would be vacant for my sexual games with her mother. Violet’s demeanor was reluctant, but the fact that she was wearing an attractive dress was not lost on me. Even if the idea of lesbian sex unnerved her, the fact that she was wanted and desired clearly had an effect on her. And I intended to make the most of that…

Without a word, I led her from the foyer to my bedroom. As she followed me, I wondered for a moment what kinky games Cheryl was playing with my mother right then.

As I entered the bedroom, I slowly turned to face Violet, then let my robe fall open. Her eyes widened as she saw that, but for the robe, I was naked.

I moved closer, my face inches from hers. My hand extended to brush her cheek. “You are a beautiful woman,” I breathed. She stood motionless, rooted to the spot. Moving closer, I brought my mouth to hers for a kiss.

The kiss was gentle, affectionate… I wanted to take things as slow as possible before our sex play got down and dirty. She didn’t really respond to the kiss, but she didn’t pull away, either.

I pulled back and gazed deep into her eyes, pressing my body slightly against hers. She was trembling slightly… and that was when I knew I could take her any way I wanted. Violet clearly thought what we were doing was wrong, and didn’t want to respond to my overtures, but she needed to be loved so badly that her resistance was already weakening. Anyhow, she had no choice but to make love with me… now all I had to do was make her need it.

I kissed her again, this time softly at first… then I was thrilled to feel her lips part slightly. Without hesitation, I slipped my tongue into Violet’s mouth and entwined her in my arms, pulling her into me. She wouldn’t let herself kiss me back, not yet anyway… but she was definitely allowing me to have my way with her.

Suddenly I pushed her against the wall and hoisted up her skirt. Before she could protest, I slid my hand into Violet’s panties, seeking her cunt. As I had suspected, her pussy was wet.

Violet tore her mouth from mine, but I quickly slipped a finger inside her slick channel… and whatever she had intended to say trailed off into a moan. I fingered her hard and fast, and by the way her legs were trembling, it was clear just how thrilled my best friend’s mother was.

“I’m fucking you, Violet,” I murmured into her ear, pausing to run my tongue around it. “Do you like me fucking you?”

She said nothing, and I hissed “Do you? Do you like it?”

A barely-there whisper. “Yes…” Her arms slowly wrapped their way around my bare back. My excitement soared. Already she was submitting to my desires…

“What do you like, Violet? Tell me!” I slid a second finger into her.

“Ohhhhh… I like… like you f-fucking me!” she gasped, clearly close to climax.

Before she could come, I quickly removed my hand from her panties. Violet stood slumped against the wall in a daze, blinking foolishly. My eyes burned into hers as I slipped my pussy-wet fingers into my mouth and sucked at them.

“It’s my turn, Violet,” I purred. Turning away from her, I padded over to my bed and sat, then looked up at her. With a wicked smile, I said softly, “Take your clothes off.”

Violet stepped from her shoes and, with shaking hands, began unfastening the buttons of her dress, sliding it from her shoulders to puddle at her feet. She reached around to unhook her bra, then let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were beautiful, full and firm with just a hint of sag. My friend’s mother pushed her panties to her feet and stepped from them, then stood motionless, presenting her naked body to me. Her honey-wheat pubes were full and lush, and I could just barely detect the glistening pinkness of her slit. Her eyes were wide, her breath excited as she waited for my instructions. I knew now how badly she needed to be taken, to be controlled.

I languidly lay back on the bed, parting my thighs to fully reveal my wet cunt to her gaze. “Pleasure me, Violet,” I whispered.

She simply came forward, climbed on the bed and knelt between my knees, her eyes now locked to my sparse red pubic hair and the moist labia beneath. It was why she was here… and what she feared most. What she wanted most.

Without any foreplay or words, Violet closed her eyes and lowered her face into my sex. Her soft mouth brushed lightly against my wet heat as she tentatively explored me. I hummed with satisfaction as her tongue emerged to slowly lick at my cunt. Encouraged by my response, she grew more confident in her oral ministrations. “Yes, Violet… that’s a good girl,” I breathed.

She was obviously inexperienced at eating pussy, but I could feel her getting into what she was doing, and it felt really good… if not as good as what my mother had given me on that wild afternoon that started me on this path of sweet depravity. Violet was now licking and sucking my cunt eagerly, working hard to please me… and I decided to push her even further.

I nudged her face away and drew my knees to my breasts, opening myself even wider. “Lick my asshole, Violet.”

She didn’t hesitate for a moment, just trailed her tongue from my cunt down to my crack. I felt her gently rim my asshole, and sighed with pleasure. After a minute of this her tongue was pressing firmly into my anal ring. It felt wonderful. Obviously Cheryl had been correct about her mother’s love of ass play.

This went on for some time, Violet rimming my asshole expertly, before I suddenly lifted her head and commanded, “Lick my clit, Violet!”

And when her lips encircled my clitoris, I began to orgasm with a wave of electric pleasure that burned through my body like a wildfire, leaving me panting with delight.

It lasted for a long while and opened my eyes to look at her staring up my body almost innocently. A stab of excitement shot through me as I realized that she was waiting for me to tell her what to do next. God, this woman was a born submissive!

I sat up, swinging my legs to the floor. “Get on all fours, Violet.”

Without a word she obeyed. I stood and walked around her. Violet was trembling slightly, her body flushed with excitement. Her cunt was so wet that it was oozing down her thighs. I could easily smell her arousal.

I placed my hand on Violet’s ass, and a shudder of pleasure ran through her. My fingers glided lightly over her cheeks. Violet was breathing heavily, her body as taut as piano wire. She desperately needed to come… but I would make her beg me for it.

My hand slipped between her thighs to brush her cunt. She cried out, throwing her head back. I teased her mercilessly with my touches; gently stroking her labia, trailing my fingers down her opening, allowing just the tip of a finger to penetrate her burning slit. Violet was now trembling from head to toe. Finally she whispered “Please…”

I leaned in close, my lips touching her ear. “Please what, Violet?”

“Please, Linda… f-finish me off.”

I withdrew my hand from between her thighs, and she moaned in frustration… then yelped as I slapped her ass. hard. I spoke softly, but with a catch in my voice. “In the first place, you will not call me ‘Linda’ when we are fucking,” I said. “Let’s get this straight, Violet… you are my sexual plaything, and I am now your mistress.” I slapped her ass again, and she cried out. “In the second place,” I continued, “what you really want is for me to fuck you… NOT ‘finish you off.'” I grabbed her chin and turned her face to mine. “So tell me what you want, Violet.”

Her eyes were frantic, mouth open. “I… I want you to, to fuck me… Mistress.”

I slapped her butt a third time. “Ask me nicely!”

Violet moaned, her body twisting. “PLEASE, Mistress,” she gasped, her eyes brimming with tears. “Please… fuck me!”

She screamed as I plunged two fingers deep into her cunt. I fucked her hard and fast — feeling the sensations rising through her body, feeling her climax approaching. And it was at that precise moment that I placed the tip of my other index finger on the pale rosebud of her anus, and pushed it into her ass with a single stroke.

Violet screamed again, an agonized howl ripping from her throat as she exploded in a convulsive orgasm, her body thrashing helplessly. It was incredible — I didn’t know a person could come so hard. But then, I’d have bet that Violet hadn’t known she could, either…

Her climax lasted for nearly two amazing minutes… then she slumped forward, her face buried in my pillow, her ass in the air. I withdrew my fingers from her cunt, then licked them. Since I had never gone down on another female, this was my first taste of pussy. A delicious tingle ran through me as I wondered how Mom tasted…

Violet lay on her side, curled into a ball, dozing lightly. I dressed and left her there, going down to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.

Fifteen minutes later, Violet quietly came into the kitchen as I ate.

“I… have to go now,” she said in a quiet voice. Her face was pale, and she seemed shaken.

I rose, crossing the room to her. Before she could speak, my body was pressed against hers. Our noses were almost touching.

“You’ll be here the same time Thursday,” I said flatly.

Her mouth opened, and nothing came out at first. Finally she managed “Yes.” I fixed her with a glare, and she hastened to say, “Yes, Mistress.”

I allowed my face to relax into a half-smile. “Very good, Violet,” I murmured, closing the gap between us to plant a kiss on her mouth. My tongue quickly licked its way around her lips for a tantalizing moment, then I was suddenly walking away from her, back to my seat.

I sat, absently took a sip of tea, then glanced back at Violet. She just stood there, her eyes glazed with fresh desire. God… just one kiss had made her hot all over again! I was tempted to take her upstairs for another fuck… but I decided to leave her hungry for more.

“Goodbye, Violet,” I said in an even voice, “See you Thursday.” I picked up a magazine and began to read, ignoring her. After a moment, I heard the door quietly close.

*****

“Well, are you enjoying it?”

It was a strange question, coming from Cheryl. But I was enjoying it, wasn’t I?

I was forcing a woman to do things she thought were wrong, things that answered a need inside her that she might never have known. I loved forcing Violet past what she would consider the limit of her sexuality… and making her crave it.

But I knew it was something else — I was learning to control Violet so that, if the chance presented itself, I might have the one I truly desired under my power.

It was three weeks since that first time I fucked Cheryl’s mother. Since then, I’d had my way with her on more than half a dozen occasions. I’ve had time to wonder why my mother submitted, because I doubt she’d had to be pushed into it as Violet had… Cheryl had simply seduced her. Obviously, Mom had known for some time that what she wanted was to be under the sexual control of another person, while Violet had to discover it in a single afternoon.

And that was what Cheryl wanted with me? She had made it obvious these last couple of weeks that she was available for me at any time, ready and willing to be submissive to my desires. Did she want us to have a relationship as she had with my mother? I wondered, but would not ask Cheryl about that.

I told her the truth, “I’m enjoying it very much.”

Cheryl knows every detail of what went on between her mother and I — it was her price for helping me succeed in this quest. And I knew it excited her, because afterward she would disappear with my mother.

I looked at Cheryl thoughtfully, then made a decision. “I think it’s time for a double date… don’t you?”

Cheryl looked up with surprise and pleasure, “Oh yes, I’d like that.”

*****

It was the last drive-in theatre in our town — and it showed five movies, one after the other, each weekend night, for the price of one. My mom and Cheryl sat in the front seat while Violet and I were in the back. It was very quiet through that first movie.

As previously arranged, Cheryl was to wait for me to make the first move. But I could see the anxious, hungering look whenever she turned her head to silently plead with me to start the fun and games.

As you might guess, we were not here to watch the movie.

My mother knew the truth and she was scared — scared of submitting to her neighbor’s daughter when that woman was seated behind her. Violet was puzzled, clearly wondering if this really was just an innocent girl’s night out at the movies, like she’d told her husband.

When I was ready I simply glanced across the seat at Cheryl’s mother and said “Sit closer to me, Violet.”

My mother looked over her shoulder, sadness in her eyes. When her gaze returned to the movie, Violet slid reluctantly toward me. I had to motion her two more times until finally, our hips touched through our clothing.

Cheryl looked back to me and I nodded to her — the signal.

Without a word my best friend reached over and grabbed the back of my mother’s head and gently guided her across the bucket seats.

I turned to Violet and saw her eyes widen as my mom’s head went down into her daughter’s lap. Cheryl shuffled in her seat, and then she tossed her white cotton panties behind her. They landed in her mother’s lap.

In the front seat Cheryl sighed and lay back. My mother’s red hair was moving between those pale white thighs… and it was impossible for Violet to mistake what was happening.

I took my best friend’s panties and lifted them to my nose, savoring the scent of Cheryl’s lust. I considered letting Violet smell her daughter’s cunt, but knew that was too much too fast, so I dropped them on the seat next to me.

My hand now moved to Violet’s lap and I roughly spread her legs, pushing up her skirt. Her gaze was forced from the sight in the front seat to mine, and she stared helplessly into my eyes, silently pleading with me.

There was no escape for her, not now… she was too deep into my clutches. “Take your panties off, Violet.”

Almost as if her hands were under my command, she awkwardly raised her hips from the seat and tugged her underwear down and off.

In the front seat her daughter’s sighs were getting louder, a noticeable liquid sound was heard from between her spread legs. My mother head’s was clearly visible in Cheryl’s lap.

Violet’s face was pale with shock as I grabbed her blond ponytail. She put up no resistance at all, though, allowing herself to be forced to lie upon her stomach, her face between my thighs. It obviously no longer mattered if the two in the front seat knew of our relationship or not.

Her eyes told the tale. It was obvious to her now that it all had been a ruse — that she had been used not only by me, but by her daughter. All for our selfish pleasure. She was not far off from the truth.

I lifted my skirt and placed one leg over onto Violet’s back, leaving my cunt inches from her mouth. Unlike Violet and her daughter, I had not worn panties this evening.

Violet did not hesitate… she burrowed her face between my thighs and began to lick my pussy.

Over the last weeks Cheryl’s mother had grown quite skilled at cunnilingus, though her greatest talent was for orally pleasuring my asshole. Any kind of back door action — be it giving or receiving — seemed to get her motor running harder than anything.

With that in mind, my hand slipped beneath Violet’s gray skirt to grasp her full, firm ass. She moaned and arched her back so that her butt was within easy reach for me. My hand slipped between the cheeks of her ass, my middle finger seeking her anal cleft.

This was something new to Violet — normally, I never touched her in any way until she had completely satisfied my sexual desires. I could feel the anticipation building inside her as her eating of my pussy grew distinctly more passionate. It was incredible.

So as not to end this pleasure, I slid my finger deep into her ass… and she moaned into my cunt, aggressively using her tongue to give me the orgasm that I craved.

My heavy breathing seemed to fill the car, and I was blind to all but the sweet sensations pulsing through my body. I could feel Violet moaning as I fucked her ass, harder, deeper.

Wanting to drive her absolutely wild, I squirmed a second finger into her anus and began pounding them both in and out of her butt as hard and fast as I was able. She responded by sucking my clit between her lips, still making helpless sounds of ecstasy that pulsed through my cunt like electrical current.

And then I was coming, my head thrown back as the world collapsed into a searing flash of light and heat. I was emitting choked gasps as waves of pure orgasmic bliss crashed down, one after the next. Finally I lay back, glowing from head to toe and utterly spent.

Violet continued to gently nuzzle my pussy. My fingers were still buried motionless in her ass, though she had not yet come herself. All in good time, I mused with a smile.

I opened my eyes to see Cheryl and my mom watching us. Cheryl’s eyes could not seem to decide if they wanted to watch the back of her mother’s head between my legs, or my hand upon that generous ass, fingers probing Violet’s anal cavity. Her rapt expression reminded me of that first time I had watched her fist fuck my mom — and that amused me. Mother, on the other hand, only watched me. Surprise and passion was contained in that gaze… and perhaps a little envious lust.

*****

I led Violet into my house, two of my fingers still submerged in her asshole. Cheryl and my mom followed after they parked the car.

When they came in they found me seated in the living room with Violet panting on hands and knees before me, pushing her ass back so that my probing fingers could give her more pleasure.

A brown paper bag in her hand, Cheryl smiled at me, knowing full well what was next for our evening. She turned to Mother and ordered her to get naked, then began to undress as well. I watched the two of them disrobe until my mom wore only white stockings, her other pair. Now each mother-daughter duo looked even more similar — the tall slender redhead girls and the shorter, more voluptuous blonde babes.

Mother gasped when Cheryl lifted two objects from the paper bag, recognizing them immediately. Violet was too far gone in her pleasure to care, she never even looked up from the carpet. They were eight inch strap-on cocks, each attached to a leather harness. Cheryl said she had to eat the pussy of the cashier at the adult store to persuade her to sell them to an underage teenager. I was sceptical about our need for such devices at the time… but seeing mother’s fear and lust in her eyes, I foresaw the pleasures soon to be had from them — no matter how they were acquired.

My mother stood shivering as she watched Cheryl strap the love toy about her waist, the thrusting cock lifelike and huge in the dim light, its intent obvious.

“Get on your knees next to my mom, Beth,” Cheryl said firmly.

My mother did not hesitate, and was soon hip and shoulder against Violet.

I pulled my fingers from Violet’s ass, much to her displeasure, and awkwardly strapped the other cock about my waist after stripping naked.

I looked up… Violet was hiding her face in her hands, unwilling to face the stark reality of what was happening to her. At some point she must have looked up at Cheryl and I and understood what we intended for them both.

“Here it comes, Beth!” Cheryl pressed the head of that fat cock into mother’s wet sex and was rewarded with a cry of pleasure that rang out in the spacious room. When she had the cock buried deep in the thin body of my mother, Cheryl grabbed Mom’s hips and began to fuck her like a man.

Returning to my seat on the couch, I watched the debauchery with pleasure. Violet had opened her eyes at the lewd sounds and was looking wide-eyed at the fat cock moving in and out of her neighbor.

I nudged her in the leg with my toe to get her attention, “Your turn, Violet.” She slowly turned to stare at the large cock fastened about my waist, pointing obscenely at the ceiling above. “Take your clothes off.”

With hesitant movements she watched the bobbing prick between my legs as she removed her remaining clothing. When she was as naked as the rest of us, I calmly ordered, “Climb on, Violet.”

Up to this day our coupling had been limited to fingers and tongues. This thing thrusting up from me was more than that… it would take her, ravish her, force her to realize what she was doing. It would invade both her body and her soul — and I knew that that she would remember the feel of that big dick inside her years after feeling it tonight.

Slowly, as if in a dream, Violet climbed up to straddle my slim thighs. Without helping or moving I said, “Put it in.”

She watched my eyes as her hand slipped past her soft stomach down to her hairy blonde cunt to grasp that cool, flesh-coloured cock. I clearly read it in her gaze when it pierced her body and began to fill her, a sweet inch at a time. It was obvious — pleasure and pain mingled as she lowered herself toward my lap, taking the length of it into her body.

“Ride me, Violet,” I breathed.

I could see that she loved it — that she needed this penetration to find her ultimate pleasure. Cheryl had told me that this cock was far bigger than her father’s was, and I never asked how she knew this information, fearful of an answer.

Violet’s hands white-knuckled the back of the couch on either side of my shoulder as our eyes locked. My hands came up to claim her breasts, and I brought my face to a taut nipple, sucking it into my mouth. She began to move upon me, upon that cock… and I wondered, not for the first time, what it must feel like. Violet certainly seemed to enjoy it. Her body slapped against my own as she pumped herself up and down, up and down on its length… but it was the liquid sounds of her wet cunt that caught my ear.

I knew her orgasm was fast approaching and was anticipating it with excitement when I saw Cheryl’s wide grin over her mother’s shoulder. Looking past Violet’s hip, I saw my mother flat upon the floor in a sweaty exhausted mess — her eyes glazed and looking into my own. God, she was beautiful.

Getting Violet to still her rapid, violent motion upon my cock was difficult, so impassioned was she, so desperate to receive her long-awaited climax. Violet looked at me open-mouthed, not understanding why I had stopped her so abruptly. Then I saw her eyes widen in surprise and shock when her daughter said softly, lips millimeters from her mother’s ear, “Don’t move, Mom.”

I knew it when I felt the strange rumblings that began to race through Violet’s body, saw the look in her eyes that suggested a wild, desperate animal. Cheryl was sliding her cock into her own mother’s ass, while my own cock filled her cunt. Violet was getting the double fucking of a lifetime… and all I could see in her eyes was bliss. The humiliation and fear were now completely gone, and only pleasure remained.

When she again started to move, in tiny tentative jerks, she began to moan helplessly from the sensations careening through her. It sounded like some primal beast, no longer the prim businesswoman and mother she normally was. Cheryl and I began to move as well, finding a slow, steady rhythm in our fucking of Violet.

I felt lips touch my cheek, and turned in surprise to find mother gazing hungrily at me. Our lips met, and I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. Her hands found my breast, and she fondled me delightfully as I returned my mother’s kiss, head spinning with my craving for her. Meanwhile, Mom’s other hand slipped down my back, her fingers working their way into the cleft of my ass to find and tease my slick anal ring.

In response, I trailed my hand down the front of her body to slip two fingers into her hot, wet vagina. This only seemed to inflame her more and she dipped her face down to take my left nipple into her mouth. I eased another finger into her, knowing that her cunt could take all that I could give.

Mother pressed her digit to the second knuckle in my rectum, and I was surprised at how good it felt — the brief pain subsiding quickly to leave a warm glow of pleasure. My anus was moist enough for her to slowly and expertly finger my ass to the movements of Violet on top of me, her cunt plunging frantically up and down on the cock protruding from my lap.

Suddenly Violet began to scream and thrash between her daughter’s body and mine as her orgasm detonated inside her. She came so hard that it was all Cheryl and I could do to keep her from taking all four of us down to the floor. She shuddered violently, her eyes squeezed shut, a low keening sound issuing from her throat. And it lasted at least another minute. Her dam had broken — taken by two teenage girls.

Finally, the exhausted woman slid off me and sank to the floor at my feet. Cheryl and I shared a look at the result of this perverted drama that we had arranged. Both of us sporting wide smiles and sparkling eyes.

I lifted mother’s face from my breast. “Lick me clean and then help me get this dick off me,” I said softly. Mom eagerly slipped her face down to my waist and engulfed half the penis in her experienced mouth — bobbing up and down a dozen times before disengaging and licking the reminder with her extended tongue. The leather harness came off soon after.

I looked over to see that Cheryl had moved her mother onto her back and spread her thighs apart, and was now moving her cock in and out of her mother’s cunt. I would have thought it impossible after the orgasm she had just experienced, but Violet had locked her ankles behind her daughter’s waist and was kissing Cheryl passionately. Their kiss broke and Violet gazed adoringly at her child… her eyes lit with a happy glow, as if there was no place or person she would rather be with.

I heard Cheryl whisper “I love you, Mom,” and their mouths met again. It was obvious that Cheryl was not playing her game of domination with Violet… she was really making love to her mother. And Violet wanted it that way.

I knew how she felt — I think we all did.

They fornicated with abandon, their neighbors forgotten as they gazed into each other’s eyes between deep kisses.

Seeing mother and daughter fuck like lovers drove my desire for Mom even higher, and I turned to her. She was watching me silently, waiting submissively for my command. I could see the hunger in her gaze, and knew she was mine now. I had earned the right to possess her.

I lay down on the carpet, and with a simple nod she crawled over between my thighs and into my arms, pressing her auburn bush against my own, her mouth eagerly seeking mine. We fit together perfectly like adjoining pieces of a jigsaw puzzle — kissing passionately like we had been lovers for years.

For a long while, I was thrilled just to be holding my mother, tasting her sweet mouth. We kissed for a small, wonderful eternity, our hands exploring the soft contours of one another’s bodies. I cupped her ass as she nibbled at my lower lip.

Wanting more, I rolled Mom over on her back and kissed her once more, then began to nuzzle at her slender neck. My lips and tongue journeyed down, savoring the warmth and scent of my mother’s skin, leaving soft kisses in the hollow of her throat.

Her breasts delighted me. I buried my face in them, then raised my head to flick at an erect nipple with my tongue. Mom whimpered… and I took the pink nubbin into my mouth, sucking it gently.

Heart pounding, my mother cradled me to her breasts as I pleasured her right nipple, then the left. “Oh,” she whispered, her lips brushing my hair. When I playfully nibbled at the now firm tip, Mom sighed ecstatically.

I was making love to my own mother, sharing pleasure with her as an equal. I knew she would obey me without hesitation if I simply ordered her to get me off, but I wanted more from my mother than simple obedience. I wanted her love… and I wanted her to know just how much I loved her.

Down her body I went, leaving a trail of kisses, licks and love bites. Mom was quivering with excitement as I explored the softness of her tummy with my mouth. Her belly button was too, too adorable, and I made her shiver with delight when my tongue probed inside. I continued downward…

And there I was, lying between my mother’s thighs, my face inches away from her pussy.

Mom’s cunt was so beautiful that it stole my breath away. Framed by deep red pubes, the folds and lines of her vagina, now glistening with her arousal, reminded me of nothing so much as a dew-moistened pink flower. I know that seems a cliche, but that was really what I thought right then. I inhaled deeply, luxuriating in the rich aroma of my mother… the scent was intoxicating.

I heard a low, muffled moan, and glanced over at Cheryl and Violet, locked in a shuddering 69 position. Cheryl’s still-wet strap-on lay to one side as mother and daughter pleasured one another with their mouths. Mmmm, that looked yummy.

A crazy thought entered my mind that, even after I had indulged in lesbian games for over a month with all three of the women in this room, I had yet to eat pussy. I turned my face back to my mother’s nakedness, thrilled that my first oral sex would be with Mom. I put my hands on her thighs, opening her wider…

Then I felt my mother’s fingers brush my cheek, and lifted my eyes to meet hers. “Please,” she whispered, her eyes glazed with need. “Please.”

Dizzy with arousal, my gaze never leaving hers, I slowly lowered my face to my mother’s cunt and placed a soft kiss on her opening. She cried out, a spasm of helpless ecstasy flickering through her body.

My tongue emerged to lick… lightly at first, still teasing her, sampling Mom’s delights. Her pussy was delicious. I licked harder, pressing my tongue into her folds. She moaned happily, her quivering hands resting on my head. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I took Mom’s cunt into my mouth and began to suck and kiss at her. I was high on incest and drunk on the sweet essence of wet pussy, now dripping from my chin as I feasted on my own mother’s vagina.

Mom began to shiver and shake as I pleasured her, panting frantically as she approached what promised to be an explosive climax, then cried out in protest when I lifted my mouth from her cunt. I knew she desperately needed to come, but I had other plans for her.

I pushed my mother’s knees up and apart, opening her even further. She grabbed the backs of her thighs and held her knees to her breasts, biting her lip as she waited for me to resume my oral attentions.

Parting her ass cheeks with one hand, I slipped my tongue into the pink cleft in between and began to lick hungrily at my mother’s anus. Within seconds Mom was breathing like a marathon runner. As I ate her ass, my fingers stole between her legs, seeking her clit. When she realized what I was doing, her body froze for a moment, trembling as I found the erect nubbin and stroked it between two fingers.

And my mother came.

Her body bucked so furiously that it was all I could do to keep licking her. I could hear my mother’s voice gasping “Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh,” her hands twitching helplessly in her hair. I plastered my mouth to her pussy once more, eating my mother out as my fingers worked at her clit. Mom’s cunt was a river, and I drank deep of her… and she continued to climax for at least another two minutes.

Though I had never before gone down on a woman, somehow I knew instinctively how to make my mother feel wonderful. I guided her through her orgasm until it peaked and crested, then nuzzled her wet pubes lovingly as she slowly drifted back to the here and now. Finally I rested my cheek on her warm thigh, licking her honey from my lips. Mmmmm, luscious.

I felt my mother’s hand take mine and tug gently. I raised my face from her and crawled into my lover’s embrace. Her eyes shone with adoration. “Oh, my sweet angel,” she breathed. My mother kissed me, her tongue emerging to lick at my mouth and chin, tasting herself. Our bare bodies slid and moved together, sending my lust soaring.

We kissed passionately for a long while, occasionally glancing over at Cheryl and her mom, who were locked in a loving embrace. Violet was on top of her daughter, holding Cheryl’s face in her hands, kissing her hotly again and again. I could see Cheryl’s fingers pumping in and out of her mother’s ass.

Finally, I could wait no longer… I needed to be pleasured by Mother.

Rolling over onto my back, I spread my thighs wide apart. I gazed deep into her eyes. “Please, Mother,” I whispered. “Make love to me.”

We both knew that I could have simply ordered her to lick my pussy… and she would have done so without a moment’s hesitation. But for now, I wanted her as my lover, not my submissive.

She knelt next to me and lowered her face to my breast, her tongue emerging to toy with my nipple. I moaned, shaking with need. My mother must have known how badly I craved release, because she licked a pathway down my body until her face was between my thighs. Her adoring eyes met mine… then they closed as she dipped her head to lick my cunt.

The touch of her tongue was gossamer-soft, delightful, maddening. My nails dug into my palms as Mom’s mouth gently explored me.

Then an idea flashed in my mind, and I stopped my mother with a hand on her shoulder. Sitting up, I reached for the strap-on dildo and cradled it in my hands.

“Mom,” I said softly, “I’m still a virgin, you know.” I offered the latex cock to her. “I want you to be my first fuck.”

Her eyes grew wide, and she suddenly seemed to be on the verge of tears. But instead of crying, she whispered “Thank you, Linda,” and kissed me lovingly.

Rising to her feet, she took the strap-on from me and fastened it about her waist, then knelt before me. Heart pounding, I lay back and parted my legs, ready to be penetrated for the very first time. The latex cock that jutted proudly from my mother’s body might have been too large for me… but I wanted, needed to be fucked more than anything right then.

I inhaled sharply as Mom slipped a finger into my dripping pussy, then sighed contentedly as she moved it around inside me, opening my cunt up for her. It felt divine, but I craved more.

“I’m ready, Mom,” I breathed, spreading my thighs even wider. “Please… take me now.”

My mother glanced down between my legs for a moment, positioned herself above me, and then — oh, yes! — I felt the tip of it slide into my body.

Her eyes never left mine as she slowly, slowly pushed that big cock into me… pausing when it reached my hymen. I was trembling from head to toe, but ready for her. “Do it, Mom,” I whispered.

A searing surge of pain burst through my pelvis as my mother broke me. I cried out loud, but quickly grabbed her ass before she could withdraw. “Wait,” I panted, my eyes filling with unbidden tears. “Wait…”

Mom remained motionless atop me, her comforting lips brushing my forehead as the sharp agony inside me slowly faded to a dull ache… but the incredible sensation of being completely filled grew greater. Finally I opened my eyes to meet her concerned gaze. “Okay, Mom,” I whimpered, “now go… go slow.”

At first I couldn’t feel her move at all… then I did. She pulled up ever so slightly, easing that incredible cock out of me by what felt like half an inch. Then back in again. Then out. She was moving as little as possible, fucking me with a feather-light delicacy… and the twinges of pain were gradually becoming shocks of pleasure. I slowly wrapped my legs around Mom’s back, encouraging her to lengthen her strokes. My head spun as my body completely opened up to my mother.

“Oh, yes, Mom, yes,” I moaned. She was really fucking me now, and I loved every sweet thrust of her hips against mine. My cunt was hot and slippery, the wetness oozing down the crack of my ass. A mewling sound seemed to fill the room, growing steadily louder… and I suddenly realized that it was coming from me — rising as the sensations rose in my body.

My mother’s face hovered above mine, flushed and beautiful. She was breathing hard, but smiled at me as she continued to pump in and out of my hungry cunt. Suddenly her hand stole between my legs… and I gasped as her fingers tweaked my clitoris.

The universe seemed to collapse into itself as I seized up in a climax that felt like a million tongues of fire feasting on my body. I screamed, I shook, I died. Finally, I blacked out.

But only for a few seconds, because Mom was still inside me when I came to. My flushed, sweaty body was tingling delightfully.

“I love you, Mom,” I whispered, kissing her lightly. Her eyes glistened with happy tears.

“I love you too, baby,” she replied. She kissed me back, then I gasped with a fresh spasm of pleasure as she began to withdraw that lovely cock from me. The dildo exited my cunt with a pop, and she rolled off me and onto her side, her head on my shoulder, fingers brushing my tummy.

I saw now that Cheryl and her mother had been watching us fuck, their arms wrapped around one another.

“God, that was hot,” Cheryl murmured. She extricated herself from Violet’s embrace and quickly crawled over to us. “I want a taste,” she grinned, rolling my mother onto her back and bending to take the latex cock jutting between Mom’s legs into her mouth. She sucked at its length happily, then raised her face to mine. “Mmmm, Linda… you taste good.” She kissed me hotly, sharing the flavor of my pussy with me, then crawled back to Violet and sought her mother’s mouth, giving her a taste. Their kiss quickly became passionate, and Cheryl and Violet slumped to the carpet together, resuming their lovemaking.

The sight of mother and daughter locked in a carnal embrace sharpened my own arousal, and I turned to reach for Mom, already eager for more.

Our mutual pleasures lasted for hours, until the four of us finally stumbled upstairs for the night. Violet and Cheryl slept in my bed, while I led Mom into her room, where we slipped between cool white sheets and cuddled one another until we fell asleep. Later that night I awakened to find my mother nuzzling my breasts… and we made love once more, then drifted again into sweet slumber.

*****

The sun woke me up before Mother. I slipped from our bed, her thin naked body looking delicious in the bright light. The wetness and evidence of the pleasures we had shared hours before was gone, but for the lingering scent.

I slipped silently to the bathroom and a long hot bath. The water was very hot and seemed to comfort and ease my achy limbs. Mom would have bathed with me, I’m sure, had I asked her to do so… washing me lovingly, perhaps pleasuring me if I wished. This morning, though, I needed my thoughts. With a soft smile, I pondered how things had changed last night between the four of us.

Mother was mine now, though Cheryl and I never spoke of it. Violet was now her daughter’s lover, and they were both blissfully happy. Of course, so were my mother and I.

*****

Life as my mother’s lover was different, better. I never found the need to push her to submit to my desires — she happily allowed me the dominant role in our sexual games. Though when Cheryl and her mother came over, I still found pleasure in pushing Violet past her comfort level.

The four of us fucked in every possible combination when we were all together — and I was the master of ceremonies for the occasion, deciding who did what to whom. Mom, Cheryl and Violet willingly submitted to my wishes without question. However, by an unspoken agreement between Mom and myself, neither she nor I ever made love to another woman on our own… our sex partners, be it Violet and Cheryl or other willing women, were always to be shared by the two of us.

For me, my relationship with my mother had changed forever when I first saw her silently spread the cheeks of her ass upon my best friend’s command. I discovered that what I desired most of all was the taboo relationship with my own parent — not only to have sex with her, but to have her act for me as she had done Cheryl that first time. It was the dominant lifestyle that I continue to learn more about daily that was the means to achieve what I desired. Violet was only a stepping stone to my mother.

For Mom, her first lesbian lover, Cheryl, had drawn out her submissive passion — much to her surprise, at first. But she soon came to crave those intimate moments when she was powerless, at the mercy of the whim of her mistress. So much so that she found herself able and willing to submit to any suggestion or command by her ‘top’ — that was how she ended up being fist-fucked before her own daughter.

She learned, however, that I was more patient and trusting than Cheryl, willing to be her lover as well as her mistress… and the pleasure she received in our relationship was far more satisfying than any she had ever known with another. She tells me so, often.

I’ve known my share of lovers since discovering my true sexuality, but no one will ever please me like my mother does. She is the light of my life, and I adore her.

The End

 

Expecting, Part One

  • Posted on April 13, 2019 at 1:58 pm

By JetBoy


 

My name is Carly Benetton. I am a woman’s therapist employed by the Pembroke Center, which functions both as a gynecology clinic and a health center for expectant mothers. It’s a job I love, especially since I get to meet some incredibly sexy girls and women in the course of my working day.

Yes, I am a lesbian, and I’ve made some very hot sexual connections with females that I met through my job. This story is about how one of those special encounters, and how it changed my life.

Tammy Parker was a single mother of thirty-five with a fourteen-year-old daughter named Mist. She’d been trying for the last few years to conceive again, which is why she became one of my patients — first, to get herself artificially inseminated; then, to receive therapy that would help prepare her to deliver the baby girl she was now happily expecting.

At that time, I’d known Tammy for about five years. She was a free spirit, a wild and warm woman with bright red hair and a zest for life that was utterly contagious.

Mist had been a rough delivery for Tammy. She’d insisted on a vaginal birth, even after a long, painful labor, with her doctor all but insisting that she opt for a C-section. She held firm, though, and later told me that, painful as it had been, Mist’s birth had been the most joyous experience of her life.

She was determined to give birth to her new baby vaginally as well, only this time she came to our clinic to help her prepare for the delivery. And her daughter Mist would be an enthusiastic participant in the process.

Tammy was overjoyed and very proud to have Mist helping her through the pregnancy, especially since she was unattached at the time, with no lover to be there when she gave birth.

I’d had both of them in for sessions before, mostly limited to discussion. On this day, though, I would be teaching Mist how to give her mom vaginal massages, which would ultimately make Tammy’s delivery a much more comfortable one.

Most women would have felt a little strange about allowing their own daughters to touch them in such an intimate way, but Tammy was an ardent feminist who thought it would be a positive bonding experience for them both — not to mention a useful lesson for when Mist had children, if she chose to.

Tammy knew about my own preference for women, being a lesbian herself — though she and I had never been lovers. What she didn’t know was that I’d enjoyed sexual relations several times before with girls who were about the same age as her daughter.

I had a real knack for putting teenage girls at ease during their first gynecology exam, so most of that work at the Pembroke Center fell to me. I’d ended up teaching some of them much more about their bodies than they had expected, bringing them to orgasm during my examination. I’d even had brief sexual relationships with a few of these sweet nymphs, taking them into my bed for some very loving fun and games.

Anyhow, the thought of teaching the utterly adorable Mist how to massage her mother’s vagina had me tingling with anticipation — and I had a feeling that Tammy would enjoy it more than she expected. In fact, I was hoping for that.

Taking a moment to center my energy, I paged the reception desk and asked that my next patients be sent in.

Tammy, full-bellied and absolutely glowing, entered the room and hugged me affectionately as I rose to meet her. Mist followed close behind — a freckled redhead like her mother, all bare-legged and coltish in her cut-off denim shorts. God, they were beautiful together, radiating a warmth that left me lightheaded.

Mist hugged me too, smelling of jasmine. “Mom says you’re gonna teach me how to help her with the actual birth part today, Carly!” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“That’s right, Mist. I’m going to teach you how to help your mother work the muscles of her birth canal, so the baby can come out easier when she delivers.”

“Cool!” she squealed. “I’m so thrilled about having a new sister!” She tilted her head in Tammy’s direction. “I’ve been buggin’ Mom about it for years.”

“She did, too,” Tammy replied with a smile, “I used to find little notes hidden around the house. ‘WHERE’S MY BABY SISTER?’ they’d read.” She laughed joyfully. “I saved every one, too.”

Mist grinned. “And one day, when she’s old enough, I’ll take out the scrapbook and let her see ’em, so she’ll know just how much I wanted her.”

“She’ll be one lucky girl, to have a big sister like you,” I said. “So… are you both ready to start?” They nodded.

I’m a New Age oriented therapist, so my next instruction wasn’t as odd as it might seem to most. “Okay then, let’s get undressed,” I murmured as I dimmed the lights, then pushed the button on my CD player. The soft, contemplative sound of meditational Sufi music could be heard.

We helped each other out of our clothes. I’d seen Tammy naked in the course of our previous sessions, and she was utterly beautiful in her sixth month of pregnancy. As for Mist, she looked so bewitching in the nude that I just wanted to gobble her up.

Tammy lay down on her side atop the padded surface of the massage table as I eased a pillow beneath her tummy, then I turned to Mist. “I’m going to give your mom a body rub, before we start the birth canal massage.”

“Can I maybe help with that, Carly?” Mist asked shyly.

“Sure, if your mom doesn’t mind.”

“Oh, Mom doesn’t mind…” Tammy said, already relaxing on the table.

Standing beside me, a naked fourteen-year-old Mist eagerly watched as I poured scented oil into my hands, then began to rub it into her mother’s back. As I worked my way down the curve of Tammy’s spine, Mist moved up to knead her mom’s shoulders.

I rubbed Tammy’s shapely ass for a while, then began to massage her anus — pressing a finger between her cheeks, then slipping it deep into her rectum. Mist was fascinated by what I was doing, staring wide-eyed as I probed her mother’s bottom. Needless to say, Tammy was purring with pleasure all the while.

Feeling a bit daring, I turned to Mist. “Would you like to do this, honey?”

Her face lit up. “Sure… can I, Mom?”

Tammy paused, pondered, then said, “Okay, baby.”

I stepped back, and Mist placed the tip of her finger against the whorl of Tammy’s anus. Her eyes widened in wonder as she pushed it deep into her mother’s bottom. “Wow,” she whispered, “it’s so warm inside!”

“Oooohhhhhh, that’s nice…” Tammy moaned contentedly, responding to the combined touches of her daughter and me.

As Mist probed her mother’s rectum, I began a preliminary pudendal massage on Tammy — opening her cunt up to my touch, then gently working two fingers inside. Mist gasped in surprise, then giggled when she felt my fingers through her mother’s vaginal wall.

Tammy was really getting into our mutual exploration of her body — and before too long she was panting furiously in orgasm. I’d warned her that she would probably become sexually stimulated when I massaged her vagina, but the intensity of her climax both surprised and thrilled me. Mist was delighted, having helped to make her mother feel good. This was perfect — the mood in the room was exactly as I wanted it.

Once Tammy had recovered, I helped her to sit up on the table for the next stage of her therapy. With Mist to my left, I showed her how to rub and massage her mother’s nipples.

As Mist fondled her mother’s breasts, her eyes dancing excitedly, I leaned into Tammy and kissed her, sliding a hand between her thighs. As my fingers brushed her vulva, I slipped my tongue between Tammy’s parted lips. I figured that she was so turned on at that point that she would let me kiss her like a lover in front of her daughter — and when she began kissing me back after only a moment’s hesitation, I knew I was right. Soon she was cupping my breasts as our mouths played sweet games together.

I was ecstatic. Now it was time to get Mist more intimately involved.

Breaking our kiss, I turned to Mist and asked, as innocently as I was able, “Would you like to suck on your mother’s nipples now?”

Her mouth fell open, and Tammy shot me a puzzled glance, but as I explained to them both, “The baby’s going to be constantly nursing, and she won’t necessarily be gentle. Your nipples need to be toughened up before she arrives, Tammy.” I turned to Mist. “So… if your mom doesn’t mind, you can take turns sucking and lightly, lightly biting on each nipple to make them less sensitive. Is that okay?” I finished, gazing inquisitively at Tammy.

“Well… okay. I guess so,” Tammy said quietly. Mist slowly nodded.

Spreading a sheet over the couch to keep the massage oil from staining it, we three sat down together — Mist on one side of her mom, me on the other.

I smiled reassuringly at the slightly nervous girl. “Okay, Mist… watch me, and do what I do.”

I cupped Tammy’s left breast in hand and indicated to Mist that she follow my lead. I parted my lips, took Tammy’s nipple into my mouth and lightly suckled it. Mist mimicked me. Pulling back slightly and turning so Mist could see, I took the pink tip of Tammy’s breast between my teeth and lightly nibbled it. Mist did the same.

“Oh… ohhhhhh! Oh, Carly, oh my darling Mist. That feels so… so heavenly!” Tammy gasped.

Mist and I continued to suckle Tammy as my hand slid down to her pussy which, by this time, was incredibly hot and juicy. If you haven’t guessed it by now, sexual therapy is part and parcel of what we do at the Pembroke clinic, and right then, this lovely mother-to-be was very much in need of release, even after the orgasm she’d already had.

I lifted my face from Tammy’s chest. “Time to learn how to do the vaginal massage for your mom, Mist.” I whispered to the fourteen-year-old, who seemed utterly intoxicated by the pleasure of sucking and fondling her mother’s breast.

Then she raised her head to grin at me. “Don’t you mean ‘pussy massage,’ Carly?” Mist asked with a giggle. “That’s what I heard Mom call it yesterday.”

“We can call it that if you like, honey,” I laughed.

Tammy scooted to the edge of the couch, perching on the edge as Mist and I met between her legs. Mist smiled at me. God, she was the loveliest girl…

I couldn’t help what I did next — kissed her full on the lips. I had no idea how she would respond, much less her mother… but then she kissed me back. Tammy watched what we were doing, her eyes widened in surprise. For a brief moment, I thought she might stop us, but then she simply smiled and relaxed, watching us with interest.

Mist and I continued to kiss, our tongues gradually coming into play as things grew increasingly passionate between us. She began to fondle my breasts and nipples as we kissed. Needless to say, I didn’t mind that at all.

My hand slowly rose to touch her own slight breasts, marveling at their softness. We broke our kiss, and Mist reached down to gently graze my pussy with her fingertips. I touched hers in happy reply, finding her moist.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly, “Oh.” Then she smiled bashfully at me. “After you show me how to massage Mom, will you–” She bit her lip, suddenly blushing, but soldiered on. “Would you touch me d-down there, Carly?”

My heart throbbed with excitement, but I tried to maintain a calm exterior. “That’s up to your mother, honey,” I said gently.

Mist turned to Tammy. “Mom? Mom, please, can she?”

There was a thoughtful silence for a moment, then Tammy said, “We’ll see, baby.”

Mist and I knelt before her mother. Tammy’s cunt smelled incredible, her own musky aroma combined with the strawberry-scented massage oil I’d anointed her with earlier. I placed my hand at the fleshy juncture between her thighs and went to work.

One, two, four fingers, then my entire hand easily slipped inside her body. Mist just stared, enthralled by the sight of her mother’s pussy accepting my hand, Tammy mewling with pleasure as I fucked her.

Finally I turned to Mist and murmured, “Now you try it.”

The girl quickly positioned herself between her mother’s legs, and my heart raced as I watched Mist ease her fingers into Tammy’s warm, wet vagina. It wasn’t sixty seconds later that her hand was buried to the wrist inside her mom, the girl’s face alight with joy as she worked it in and out, in and out.

I watched Mist, offering a few tips as I sucked Tammy’s juices from my sticky fingers, loving the thick, earthy taste of her. “Twist it a little, move it around… that’s it. This helps to open her up for the baby.” Then I smiled meaningfully at Mist. “And it feels good for your mom, too, especially when you do this…” and I showed Mist how to touch her mother’s clitoris while giving her the vaginal massage.

By this time, Tammy had closed her eyes and was miles away, drifting on a sea of sexual ecstasy. I began to fondle her breasts, while Mist worked on her pussy and clit — and within the next couple of minutes, she was once again writhing in orgasm, panting furiously.

As Tammy, now slumping against the back of the couch, recovered from her climax, I leaned over to kiss Mist again. She responded quickly, her tongue darting into my mouth. We kissed like lovers for a long, delightful moment… then she drew back, her face flushed with excitement.

“So, Carly… you said th-that you’d touch my pussy too, right?”

“Only if your mother says ‘yes’, that’s what I said.” I replied with a loving smile, stroking her face, glancing over to Tammy for approval.

“Yes,” Tammy sighed happily, giddy in the aftermath of her pleasure. “Touch my baby girl, Carly. Make her feel good.”

Mist sat next to her mother on the couch, spreading both legs wide for me. Pretty much all pretense of therapy was gone at that point. I knelt before the girl, admiring her beautiful, lightly-downed vulva, savoring the tantalizing scent of female arousal.

I glanced up into Mist’s face. Her lips were parted, and she was palming her budding breasts as she stared at me, awaiting my touch. I allowed the tip of a finger to tease the girl’s rosy slit, and Mist whimpered softly.

“Do you like how that feels, honey?” I whispered. She nodded, too thrilled to speak. “Well,” I continued, “I want to do something even nicer to you.” And I slowly licked my lips, my eyes burning into hers.

Lowering my face between her thighs, my mouth went right to Mist’s vagina, placing a soft kiss upon the sweet pink flesh.

“Ooooohhhh, Carly,” she moaned, a ripple of pleasure coursing through her slender frame.

Extending my tongue, I took a long slow lick that trailed upward from her vaginal opening through the labia, ending with a flick to her tiny clitoris.

A cry burst from Mist’s throat. Seizing my head, she drew my face even deeper between her thighs with shaking hands. I pressed my mouth into her sex and licked again, hungering for more — more! — of this exquisite young girl. Her cunt was delicious — ambrosial, even.

“Mmmm, Carly,” Mist moaned, “lick my pussy, oh yeah, you do it so good…!”

I went down on her eagerly; then, as Tammy knelt on the carpet beside me, drew back to give my friend a good view of her daughter’s glistening slit, now inches away from her wide-eyed face. I began to gently finger Mist as I leaned closer to her mother.

“Want to taste her…?” I whispered, then lightly bit Tammy’s earlobe.

She trembled, but didn’t move; just sat there in a daze, clearly torn between her fear of breaking the taboo of incest and a newfound, unexpected desire that shone in her eyes as she stared at Mist’s vulva.

Wanting to nudge Tammy into letting go of her inhibitions, I grasped her chin, turned her face to mine and kissed her, lips sticky with Mist’s essence. She gasped as, a split-second later, she realized what I was doing… and I let my tongue slip into her mouth, giving Tammy a real taste of her daughter.

She froze for a second or two… then with a little sigh, her own tongue came to life. She licked her way around my mouth, moaning with delight as she sampled the tart flavor of her child’s sex.

Finally I pulled away and gestured toward Mist, who was breathing heavily as I continued to lightly stroke her wet pussy. “Go on,” I whispered to Tammy, “lick her. She wants you to…”

Lips parted, Mist stared hopefully at her mother. “Please, Mom,” she breathed. “Please.”

Moving as if in a dream, Tammy placed both hands on her daughter’s thighs, shivering with excitement as she slowly lowered her face to Mist’s cunt and began to lick.

Mist’s response was instantaneous. “Oh, MOM!” she cried. “Ohhhhh… yeah, that feels — f-fantastic!”

Tammy murmured ecstatically into Mist’s pussy in response, the liquid sounds of mouth, tongue and cunt making sweet music. The rich scent of womanhood was sharp in the air as mother pleasured daughter.

“Oh,” Mist moaned. “Mmmm, oh yeah — love me, Mom.”

Wanting to join in the fun, I positioned myself behind Tammy’s upraised ass — dipping my head to press a kiss into her slit, then licking the length of her cunt with the flat of my tongue. She gasped, but kept her own mouth fastened to Mist’s pussy. The girl was quivering like a plucked bass string, hands clutching at her mother’s head. “Oh, yeah,” she raved, “oooooohhh, so nice…”

Feeling deliciously lewd, I parted Tammy’s buttocks with my hands and began to lick at her asshole. I circled the rim of her anus with my tongue while slipping a hand between my friend’s legs to explore her sex. The ass is, I think, my favorite part of a woman’s body — and the apple-round shapeliness of Tammy’s bottom had my lust soaring. I pressed further between her cheeks, kissing her anus as if it were a lover’s mouth.

My eyes shifted to glance at Mist when a loud cry exploded from her, the girl’s body seizing up in climax. “Ohhhh… oh GOD!” she cried, shaking violently from head to toe as she came.

Her mother kept right on pleasuring her daughter, though. And while I continued to lick Tammy’s ass, I watched the teen’s body buck and rock on the couch as waves of pleasure surged through her slender form. Finally she panted, “N-no more, Mom…”

Tammy raised herself to draw her dazed daughter into her arms. I shivered with delight as their mouths met in a hungry kiss, Mist’s tongue emerging to sample her essence from her mom’s lips. Tammy was palming her daughter’s breasts, hands moving in circles to tease the young girl’s nipples erect.

Finally, they gently parted, mother and daughter gazing at one another in perfect adoration. “I love you, Mom,” Mist whispered, “that was… oh, gosh, it was perfect.”

Tammy brushed her girl’s lips with trembling fingers. “Oh, baby, I can’t believe we’re doing this… but I’m so glad it happened.”

Then she raised her head to look at me — and smiled.

“Honey,” she said, turning back to Mist, “I’m afraid that we’ve been very neglectful. We need to make Carly feel good now.” She patted the space on the couch next to Mist, her blue eyes burning into mine. “C’mere, beautiful…” she said, beckoning me to her with a curled finger.

I slowly rose onto shaking legs. Joining Mist and her mother on the couch, I parted my thighs, offering myself to these two beautiful women. Tammy knelt before me, then I felt her hands slide up my legs as she leaned closer, her nostrils flaring as she savored the scent of me. “Smells heavenly,” she happily sighed. And with that, she lowered her face to my cunt and began kissing me there.

At first her oral attentions were gentle, almost soothing — then she grew aggressive, plunging her face between my thighs to lick me with a probing tongue, then taking my flower into her mouth, her lips adorning my cunt with the sexiest of French kisses.

As she ate me, pausing now and then to tease my clitoris with tiny flicks of her tongue, Mist and I kissed hungrily, my hands stroking as much of her slender body as I could reach, brushing her soft, pert breasts as she cupped mine. I cried out as she bent down to take my nipple into her warm mouth.

Then, as if responding to some silent cue, Tammy and Mist switched places, the adorable teen now on her knees before me. Tammy whispered, “Thank you, Carly… thank you,” as her lips sought mine.

I closed my eyes and savored her hot, luscious mouth, now tantalizingly flavored with the tartness of my sex. Why had we never made love before?

Tammy’s tongue wrestled with mine as Mist burrowed her face between my legs, opening me with her fingers to kiss the wet flesh inside. Then I inhaled sharply as she slid two fingers inside me… then a third… then a fourth. Oh, my — was she going to…

She was. I cried out as Mist’s hand slipped inside me completely, right up to her wrist. I felt my vagina open to accept her. Tammy was licking and biting my nipples.

“Oh, that feels SO good,” I whispered. “Fuck me. God, fuck me.”

Tammy raised her face to mine to thrust her tongue into my mouth for a luscious instant, then slid down to join her daughter between my legs. Her fist soon took the place of Mist’s smaller hand inside my body.

God. Pure heaven. Mist hovered above my lap, suckling my clit as Tammy began to give me a full-bore fistfuck, her hand churning almost violently in me. Legs shaking like I’d been hit by a 7.9 earthquake, I came so hard I screamed. I’d never climaxed like that. Never, never.

Mother and daughter smiled at me from their kneeling positions between my legs. I grinned back like an fool, then slid down to the floor to wrap my arms around them both. Tammy placed a hand at the back of my head and drew my face to hers, claiming my lips in a luscious kiss that had my head spinning.

I turned to Mist, seeking out her sweet, girlish mouth. She purred with delight as our lips slid together, tongues engaging playfully.

Then Mist broke away from me, turning to her smiling mother. Tammy closed her eyes, and I gazed in awe while she and her child shared a lover’s kiss, the two of them clearly thrilled by this new incestuous bond they had discovered.

Truth be told, I was thrilled too. As they slowly parted, I told Tammy and Mist, “I want to watch you two make love.”

Mist rose to her knees, gazing lustfully at her mother. “It’s your turn, Mom,” she said. “I get to taste you now.”

Tammy reached out for her daughter’s hand, then pressed the girl’s palm to her mouth. “My angel… I love you so much!”

With that, they leaned into each other, their mouths coming together once again. My body throbbed with excitement as I watched Mist and Tammy swap tongues. Such a beautiful sight.

Then the fourteen-year-old nymph gently guided her mother onto her back. “Oh, Mom,” Mist breathed, “I’ve thought about this so many times… I can’t believe I’m finally getting to love you like this.”

“Y-you’ve wanted this to — to happen?” Tammy gasped. “For how long?”

Mist smiled. “Nearly a year, Mom — ever since I knew I was gay, like you.” She bent to kiss her mother’s nipple, pausing to flick it with her tongue… and Tammy arched her back, a whimper escaping her lips. “That’s when Paula Thornbeck and I first went to bed together.” She glanced over at me, flashing a grin as she saw me fingering myself.

Tammy moaned. “You and Paula… oh, my.”

“I love her lots, Mom,” she cooed, cupping her mother’s full breasts, “but then I saw you in the bathroom a couple of days after me and Paula did it that first time. You were getting out of the shower, naked and wet all over.” Mist paused to lick Tammy’s left nipple, circling the tip of her mother’s breast with a playful tongue. “You were so beautiful, Mom, so sexy.” She sighed dreamily. “I think, maybe… that I fell in love with you right then.” She nuzzled the tuft of soft red hair that nestled in her mother’s unshaven armpit, then kissed her there. “Mmmm, Mommy,” she murmured, “just the… smell of you gets me hot.”

“Baby,” Tammy whispered, “I… I never knew. How could I not have known?” She lifted a hand to touch her daughter’s cheek.

I moaned, now curling two fingers inside my vagina to massage the G-spot. My body was on fire, set ablaze by the sight of mother and child exploring love in a whole new way.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that, Mom,” Mist spoke, her hand slipping between Tammy’s thighs to fondle her vulva. “I needed to love you so bad. So many nights I made myself come, just… dreaming of you in bed with me.”

A sob issued from Tammy’s throat. “Oh, angel,” she moaned, “my sweet, sweet little girl…”

“But this… this is even better, Mommy,” said Mist, rubbing her face against her mother’s swollen belly. “Now I get to make love to you while you’re carrying my baby sister.” The teen was shivering with excitement as she placed hot, open-mouthed kisses all over Tammy’s stomach, slowly moving down between the pregnant woman’s thighs. “I hope she can feel it inside… how I feel about you.”

“Mist,” gasped Tammy, her face radiant. “Oh, my precious…!”

Mist’s kissing mouth traveled down below her mother’s navel and into the lush thatch of fiery red hair that adorned Tammy’s cunt. Pulling back slightly, the fourteen-year-old licked her lips as she studied her mother’s sex up close. “I love you, Mom,” she whispered, “and I love your baby.” She smiled. “Our baby.”

And with that, Mist burrowed her face into Tammy’s thick pubes, lips parting to claim her mother’s sex. Tammy gave a hoarse cry as her daughter began to feast upon her pussy.

That was it for me — I came, seizing up as a second climax smashed through my body. I was whimpering through clenched teeth, fingers twisting in my vagina. The pleasure swiftly rose to a screaming peak, then slowly, slowly faded to a toast-warm glow.

Panting for breath, I shakily raised myself onto an elbow, not wanting to miss any more of the mother/daughter lovemaking than I already had.

Mist was still going down on Tammy, her mouth making wet slurping noises as she eagerly ate pussy. Tammy was caressing her pregnant belly, eyes closed, whispering, “My sweet child… I love you. Oh, I love you.” I wondered which of her children she was speaking to. Both, probably.

I moved in closer to take in the awe-inspiring sight — a daughter loving her mother as a woman for the first time. I remembered how desperately I had wanted it to be like that between me and my own mom, who I’d desired in a sexual way ever since discovering my love for other girls as a teen. I’d never had the opportunity or courage to tell her how I felt before she died in a car crash at 42, and the sight of Mist and Tammy sharing their bodies in this loving way made my unfulfilled fantasy all the more poignant.

Mist’s mouth was glued to Tammy’s cunt, sucking her, drinking down the thick sweetness of her mother’s nectar. I licked my lips in anticipation of when I, too, would get to taste my friend’s juices right from the source.

Then Mist was licking her, and I watched in awe as this fourteen-year-old girl lovingly circled the opening of her mother’s pussy with her tongue, the whole lower half of her face shiny with Tammy’s essence.

I was hesitant to involve myself in this intimate moment between mother and daughter, but it was impossible to simply sit back and watch. I’d only gotten to lick Mist’s pussy for a moment before letting Tammy take over, and my mouth was watering for more of her. Also, the sight of her upraised bottom reminded me that I hadn’t sampled the delights of that cute little ass yet.

I crawled over to kneel behind the slim teenage girl, then began lavishing her cheeks with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Mist twisted her head to stare at me. “Oh, yeah, Carly,” she panted, licking her pussy-wet lips. “Kiss my butt. Mmm, yeah, I love that.” Then she spun around to plunge her face back between Tammy’s thighs.

With trembling hands, I gently parted Mist’s cheeks to reveal the dark pink rosebud. The sight was breathtaking. I lowered my face to the girl’s bottom, then trailed my tongue up through the crack of her ass. The sound of the fourteen-year-old’s moan, muffled by her own mother’s cunt, only spurred me on — and with that, I pressed my tongue even deeper into Mist’s anal cleft.

Tammy’s cries were growing louder, her body quaking helplessly as Mist brought her ever nearer to climax, keeping the pleasure simmering without letting her boil over. In the meantime, I licked at Mist’s pink star, then burrowed between the girl’s buttocks to kiss her there.

Just then a strangled cry broke from Tammy, her body bucking upon the padded floor as she approached orgasm. Her breasts were bouncing wildly, her big belly quivering. Mist was hanging on, gripping her mother’s thighs, her mouth still covering Tammy’s cunt — at least, that’s how it looked from over the gentle slope of the teen girl’s back as I continued to rim her asshole as best I could.

Tammy’s clutched frantically at Mist’s shoulder, her eyes huge, hands shaking. “Oh, b-baby… Oh my GOD…” And she began to scream as her ecstasy redoubled, driven to a frenzied orgasm by her daughter’s hot, sucking mouth.

Her cry grew louder, wilder, finally reaching a passionate crescendo as Mist took her even higher… then Tammy froze, her body rigid for a long, silent moment before the breath seemed to rush from her lungs, and she went limp.

Mist lifted her face from her mother’s vulva, licking her lips, then rested her head upon Tammy’s thigh. Reaching up to touch the bulging belly of her panting mother, the teen girl smiled blissfully. “Love you, Mom,” she sighed.

“Love you, baby…” Tammy managed, still breathing heavily.

I’d stopped tonguing Mist’s anus while she was taking Tammy through her orgasm, but now that Mom had been sated, I began to rim Mist again, pleasuring this luscious young girl with everything I had. My hand slipped between her thighs to toy with her downy slit while my tongue probed wetly between her buttocks. She whimpered, squirming her ass back against me when I allowed my thumb to enter her — just the tip at first, then I pressed deeper, penetrating the girl far enough to touch her hymen. Hmmm, interesting… she was still a virgin.

I could hear the sounds of kissing, and raised my eyes to see Tammy, kneeling before her daughter, their mouths playing a sweet duet of love. My friend’s tongue fluttered like a ribbon between Mist’s parted lips.

Then Tammy lay down on her back and slid underneath her lovely teenager, who was still on all fours. I couldn’t exactly see what she was doing to Mist while my lips were fastened to the girl’s butt crack, but from the position of Tammy’s body, it looked as if she was sucking her daughter’s breasts.

Sure enough, I soon heard Mist coo, “Ooooh, yeah, Mommy — bite my nipples.” Then she squealed with delight. “Oh! Uh-huh, just like that…”

I began to roll my thumb around inside Mist’s vagina, pressing against the wall of her tight pussy to pleasure my young lover without breaking her hymen… then allowing my index finger to brush the nub of her clitoris.

“Oh!” she cried out, throwing her head back. “C-Carly, oh God that feels so, s-so good! Oh, yeah, do m-my pussy… mmmm, yes! YES!” Mist’s body jolted helplessly, a hoarse scream tearing loose from her throat as she suddenly came.

Her mother and I kept pleasuring her, taking her through the wild, wonderful ride of her climax. I used my fingers and mouth to keep Mist’s orgasm going, pushing the girl to the absolute limit of ecstasy. Finally, it was clear that she could take no more, so I stopped stroking her clit… and Mist slowly slumped onto her side, gasping for breath.

My heart swelled as I took in the lovely sight of Mist, her hair tousled, body glistening and flushed from head to toe, cradling her mother’s face to her breasts. Tammy was licking languidly at her daughter’s nipples. I joined them on the floor, and they welcomed me into their arms.

Then we three climbed onto the couch to cuddle, sharing kisses back and forth, caressing each other’s naked bodies in a deliciously sensual way.

I’d purposely made Tammy and Mist my last appointment of the day. There was nowhere else I had to be, and the entire evening was free to spend with my new lovers. And that, I realized, was exactly what I wanted. Tammy and her daughter seemed to feel the same way — they made no move to depart, or even get dressed. It was as if the three of us were under a magic spell that no one wanted to break.

Finally, I made a suggestion, suddenly feeling shy as a schoolgirl. “Would you both like to stay at my place tonight? I have plenty of food — and I’ve got a bed that’s big enough for all of us…”

Mother and daughter exchanged a look, then they both smiled. “Sure,” Tammy murmured, her fingers lightly teasing my cunt. “That sounds lovely.”

I have a shower in the private bathroom adjoining my office, so I suggested that we wash up before leaving. Tammy and Mist happily agreed, so after rising from the couch to stretch our limbs, we were soon washing one another’s sticky, sweaty bodies beneath a torrent of hot water. The stall is only big enough for two, so we simply left the shower door open and took turns getting clean, kissing and making out like kids on a first date. We got water all over the bathroom floor, but had a marvelous time.

Once we had emerged from the steamy cubicle, our bodies now a lovely shade of pink, I laid all the extra towels out on the bathroom floor to soak up the puddles we were leaving behind. Then we all helped to dry one another which, as you can imagine, was oodles of fun… but took much longer than it had to. We were like children with wondrous new toys, reluctant to stop playing. As we toweled each other, pausing often for luscious kisses and fondlings, there was a very real temptation for us to make love again, right then and there. Somehow, though, we managed to resist. Instead, we gathered up our scattered clothes and quickly dressed, filled with anticipation of what the night would bring us.

On to Part Two!

 

Earth Mother

  • Posted on April 11, 2019 at 1:40 pm

by Pretty Pink Taco

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

I was always attracted to nature. Growing up, I would spend hours and hours in our back woods finding tadpoles in the creek or lost on a hiking trail or swimming in the nearby lake. When I decided to become a hermit after coming into some inheritance money, I knew I could finally be alone in the environment I had longed for.

I wasn’t always a recluse. Sometimes I’d go to town to sell some artwork or teach art twice a week at the local community college in the fall. I loved teaching, but not as much as I enjoyed complete mountainous solitude.

One winter I took a three-week yoga retreat in the wilderness of Peru where we crossed colorful psychedelic spiritual planes by consuming heavy amounts of magic mushrooms. Love was in abundance that trip, and the hint of sex lingered in the air as men made love to men and women to other women and men and women made love to each other. I can’t remember how many orgasms I had or how many pussies I ate or penises I had inside of me but it was one of the most sexually uplifting experiences of my life.

It wasn’t until early April or so that I realized I was pregnant. I researched natural prenatal care foods to farm for fall and winter. Whatever I didn’t have I made sure to pick up on visits to town before my belly began to show. I had her at home, on my own, during a 30 hour meditative state. I fought the urge to scream from the pain, wanting to bring my little baby into the world with the least amount of negative energy as possible.

Juniper Autumn Breeze, I named her. She was born with a full head of jet black hair and chubby tan cheeks. My gift from the universe. I would spend hours upon hours just staring at her, completely in love with the creature I cared for and nourished in my belly those nine months. I’d nurse her on my right nipple and then my left– nursing would ease the soreness and tightened the bond between mother and daughter. I’d let her hold my finger in her tight little grip and then tickle her little chubby feet.

I couldn’t tell you exactly when it began, but at six months, my little Juniper was looking at me in a way no one else ever had before with her bright blue eyes. I liked to walk down to the field near the river and lay her on a blanket, the two of us naked, playing with each other. Her body was so pudgy and fat, I couldn’t resist caressing and stroking her little legs and blowing on her belly. I’d nurse her until we’d fall asleep under the warm sun, naked to the fresh breeze and listening to the water run.

After my retreat, I couldn’t think of a sexier time to masturbate to. I pictured myself in the arms of a man, leaning against his chest as we sat up and watched a soft, gentle woman with her mouth on my clit. I began to rub myself as my little baby slept on her belly beside me on the blanket. I rubbed harder and faster, filling myself up with my fingers as I remembered people rotating, finding myself stuffed with a warm, hard penis while a woman squatted in front of my face and spread her hot cunt across my lips.

My body shivered and I felt a wave of pleasure begin in my clit and spread to my fingertips. Suddenly, I felt a suckle on my right nipple. Juniper had woken up and crawled over to my full right breast that hung near my right arm. I was too far along to stop her.

“Ohhh, baby, yes!” I caught myself moan. She paid me no mind as she continued to suck fiercely on my nipple, drinking its warm milk. My body tensed up and then released. I looked at my little baby, who was completely unphased, and smiled. “You’re still hungry, little June?” I said, scooping her up and laying her across my chest. She started to fuss and cry a bit, rubbing her face. “Aww, it’s okay. Let’s go inside for your nap.”

*****

Baby Juniper and I did everything together. Wherever I was, she was, helping her Earth Mother. I’d wrap her up and tie her on my back as I did chores or farmed or picked berries outside. We were sometimes clothed outside, but inside we were mostly nude. Especially during feeding time.

A few days after that day in the field, I breastfed Juniper on my side and I could feel my heartbeat rising in my chest and pulsing between my legs. I placed a pillow between my legs and squeezed it tight, rubbing it against my pussy while I ran my hands over her little body like I always did. This time it was different, I saw her body in a different way. I brushed past her belly to her bald, puffy baby pussy lips. I cupped it in my hand, feeling the contour of her slit and squeezed her lips together, then released.

“Yay!” I cheered at her, as I squeezed it over and over again while she laughed. I was becoming increasingly more and more aroused, and the mood began to change.

Ooohh, yes. Suck Earth Mother’s nipple, I thought, not bold enough to say it aloud. Her hand found my face as she sucked, she moved it around my nose and lips just aimlessly like babies do. I opened my mouth and sucked on her little fingers and then her entire fist. It made her giggle at first, but then she tried to pull her hand away and I sucked a little harder, still gently squeezing her pussy lips together. Before she could make a big fuss, I released her hand from my mouth and cheered at her again, removing my breast from her mouth. “Oh, Juniper Autumn,” I said to her lovingly, staring into her eyes as I rested my head back on the bed. I closed my face in to hers, and puckered my lips near her mouth to see what she’d do. She opened up her mouth wide.

Good girl, I thought to myself. I made kissing noises against her cheek while she giggled and laughed. I licked the side of her face and some milk and drool she still had on her chin. Then I licked her wet, lips and she opened up her mouth wide again and stuck her tongue out to touch mine. It shocked me a bit at first, but then I soon found myself exploring my little, almost 7 month old, baby’s mouth. I licked her tongue and the outline of her gums and the roof of her mouth. I sucked on her lips and loved the slimy feel of her spit.

“Yay!” I’d cheer at her and she’d laugh. I moved my body over hers and I knew what would come of it. I pressed mouth against her fatty little nipples and sucked on the skin with loud popping sounds that would make her laugh, over and over again. You’re going to have some nice little titties, I thought to myself.

I lowered my body on the bed and blew on her belly, causing her to have a fit of laughter. Her kicking reminded me I hadn’t yet taken my prize. I spread her legs at the knees as if I were about to change her diaper and blew my lips right above her little slit. She laughed again, the cue for me to place light kisses on her fat little lips.

I began to lick the smooth baby skin, my tongue finding the spaces between the crevices of her inner thigh and over her slit. I didn’t bother looking to see if she was enjoying it or not, but I heard no fuss. I was too caught in her fresh scent and suddenly sexy privates. I took my fingers and spread her lips open, admiring the light pink contrast against her tan skin.

Did I dare taste it? Lick my baby girl in an intimate way I would my lover? Oh, I did. I ran my tongue around her round nubby clit and down to her wet opening. It was the sweetest taste to ever touch my lips. I began to stroke my own pussy while I licked hers, rubbing my clit vigorously, I didn’t stop sucking on her wet hole until I came. I ran my wet fingers across my lips, enjoying the taste of myself and I wondered if Juniper would enjoy the taste of her Earth Mother. I puckered my lips against hers again, having her taste her own pussy as well as mine.

A few days later, I had the nerve to experiment with her baby mouth some more, latching her on to my fat clit while I pinched and rubbed on my nipples. The suction of her little mouth was more powerful than any tongue I had ever experienced, moans and screams I had never heard before escaped my mouth. The orgasm left me breathless and made my head spin with a million colors, better than any psychedelic trip I had ever had.

I felt immediate guilt come over me once it was over and she continued to suck innocently. When I moved her little head away, she started to cry, wanting to keep suckling.

“Aww, it’s okay, Juniper Autumn, Earth Mother is here,” I said softly, cradling her in my arms.

Those were great early memories, of Juniper and I.

*****

We developed a routine, her and I. Everyday we’d wake up to a sun salutation and meditation on the balcony, then a few yoga poses to get the blood flowing. My hair was strawberry blonde, long and wavy — I didn’t spend much time on it other than when I was trying to do anything to get it out of my face. I’d wear it in a big wrap on warm days, the way some women taught me when I spent a summer with a tribe in Nairobi. Sometimes I’d spend a few hours braiding it with beads, while other days it just did whatever it wanted to.

Juniper was three years old and hair was longer now, black and eyes as blue as ever. It was thick and had small waves, unlike mine that was heavily waved. I would watch her as she slept and would spend hours trying to guess who her father was– there must’ve been at least half a dozen men on that retreat, half of whom were Peruvian or Latin of some sort. The Sherpa guide was the one I’d picture the most, he was tall and had a handsome smile. But, I didn’t know — it didn’t matter to me. She was my gift from the universe, my companion, my lover.

We’d pick berries in the forest in the summer and climb trees for honey in the fall. I’d make hearty vegetable soup from vegetables from our garden in the winter. She had a way of running up to me while I was in the kitchen and finding my clit straight away with her tongue on the first shot. It would distract me so much, I’d have to stop what I was doing and lie on the floor until she finished me off. At first I wasn’t sure if she’d do it because she wanted to please me or because she enjoyed it, but when it was her turn she’d be soaked before I’d even touch her. After dinner on most nights, we’d read together or draw by the fire, cuddling each other at first and then kissing sessions where we told each other about the great day we had and how much we loved one another.

It would tickle her too much when she was awake, but as soon as she fell asleep on her belly some nights, I’d squeeze and kiss her ass cheeks, spreading them open and fiercely sucking on her tight little asshole.

As she grew a little older, she began posing for me in the nude. At around five years old, I had canvas after canvas filled with artwork of her by the stream or her in the field with flowers in her hair or sleeping with the cat by the fire. I went as as far as submitting them to local art shows to make some extra money. They sold like crazy. Everyone would ask who the model was or if I had a daughter of my own (Juniper didn’t look anything like me), I told them it was just from imagination — wanting to keep them as far as possible from my beautiful little girl.

Juniper never doubted or wondered why we did what we did. All she knew was that I was her Earth Mother and that I loved her very much. She loved me just the same and making love became part of our daily lives.

*****

Over the next couple years, my artwork was in high demand in small groups throughout the state. I was asked to teach more advanced courses at a local state university, which of course paid more and allowed more flexible hours. I’d leave Juniper with a chore or task to do every time that would keep her busy until I came back.

One evening, while cleaning up the classroom during my last class, I realized the light in the supply room was on. When I opened the door, I found a young woman from my class in a chair, legs spread open and rubbing herself over her pants to a painting of Juniper doing a yoga pose in the nude with her right leg in the air. I knew the girl, her name was Sarah and she was a doughy, quiet, plain, mousy girl, dull brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin. But knowing someone else was aroused by the sight of my Juniper in the nude, that turned me on almost immediately.

“I’m sorry, Professor!” the girl said, jumping out of her seat and looking at me in shock.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear! I didn’t see you there, I almost turned off the light!” I pretended to not notice her masturbatory session. I saw her eyes close as she sighed with relief of not being caught.

“I– uh, I was putting some stuff away here and I dropped some supplies, so it was taking an extra long time,” she said clumsily finding the words.

“Ah, I see. Well, thank you, Sarah.”

“You know my name?”

“Of course I do, dear!”

“It’s only the second week of this class, I didn’t think you’d know my name. Most professors don’t know their students’ names so soon,” she explained.

“Well, I’m not really a professor. I am an human and an artist, I like to connect with other humans and creatures alike, soul to soul. You know my name, so of course I will do my best to learn more about yours and your soul.”

“You have such a great aura,” she said to me, doe-eyed. I was used to compliments from students, it was their way of schmoozing to earn their grade. But I was also used to compliments in the art world, people always want to be around you and pick your brain.

I smiled at her with a raised eyebrow. “Thank you, Sarah.”

“Professor, do you think you’d want to get a cup of coffee or something sometime? I’d love to sit and talk to you about your work.”

“Hmm,” I looked at her.

“You don’t have to, I was just wondering.”

“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.

“Tonight? Well, nothing–” she started.

“I have some great tea at my place I’d like you to try. I made it myself,” I told her.

“Oh. Wow — I mean, sure! Tea sounds great.”

“Great. Sarah, not many people know where I live, and I’d like to keep it that way,” I said sternly.

“No, of course. I understand,” she nodded.

“Good,” I smiled. “You can leave your car here and I will drive us.”

“I did notice you use a P.O. Box for your mailing address here in town.”

“We should get going,” I smiled at her.

She couldn’t be older than eighteen or nineteen years old, and on the shorter side. She followed me up the steps to my cabin in the mountains and into the warm cozy air inside.

“Mmm, it smells great in here,” I heard Sarah say behind me. I could tell she was eyeballing our rustic art decor.

“Earth Mother! Earth Mother!” Juniper came running out of the room naked and gave me a big, warm hug. She suddenly gasped when she realized someone else was there. She had never seen another person before, besides me.

“June, this is Sarah, a friend of mine from town,” I said. Both of their faces were in awe.

“It’s her!” Sarah said with her mouth hanging open, “The girl from your paintings.” I smiled at Sarah and held Juniper closely to me by my waist, curious to how she would react. “Hi there!” Sarah waved, trying to engage.

“Hi,” Juniper said shyly, pressing her face against my side like a small child would do.

“Are you shy?” Sarah asked her directly and jokingly. Juniper shook her head.

“Sarah, have a seat, dear. I’ll make you some tea,” I smiled. Sarah took off her heavy winter jacket and draped it behind behind the chair at the round table of the kitchen area. She pulled out the seat so it was adjacent to the table. The cabin was one big open space with kitchen and living room together and a bedroom and bathroom off a small hallway to the side.

“What a pretty fire,” Sarah said out loud.

“Oh, I made it today,” Juniper told her.

“You’re a very smart little girl,” Sarah said, still amazed that the nude little girl she was masturbating to earlier was right in front of her.

“Want to see me add a log?” Juniper asked Sarah.

“Alright!” Sarah laughed, I glanced at her while she checked out my daughter’s ass as she bent over to pick up firewood and carefully added it to the fire.

“Here you are, dear,” I said to Sarah, as I placed the warm cup of tea at the table in front of her. “I added some honey, I hope that’s okay.”

“Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you, Professor,” she said to me before taking a sip of her tea.

“You can call me Earth if you’d like,” I said to her, pulling out a chair to face her.

“What did she call you, Earth Mother?” Juniper asked, running back to us at the table and sitting on my lap. Sarah’s mouth parted slightly, as she watched Juniper spread her legs and straddle my left leg on the chair. I ran my hands up and down Juniper’s thighs, watching Sarah’s face as we faced her. I knew she had a clear view of my child’s pussy.

“Professor. It’s what students call their teachers at college,” I explained, pulling her up closer to me on my lap and resting her head on my left shoulder.

“H-how old are you… June, is it?”

“Juniper Autumn Breeze,” my little girl said proudly. “I’ll be eight in November.”

“Oh, little Scorpio, are you?” Sarah said to her devilishly. I nodded.

“I guess she is a Scorpio, huh.” I said, kissing Juniper’s cheek and wrapping my arms around her body.

“I missed you, Earth Mother,” Juniper whined and turned her face toward me. I gave her a small peck on the lips, which then grew into a longer peck and then long tongue laps. Juniper rubbed herself against my leg and I ran my hands up and down her flat chest.

I moaned softly as our long kiss nearly ended. I looked at Sarah who was just staring with a blank look on her face. Her eyes were transfixed on Juniper’s pussy still rubbing against my leg.

“Why don’t you get your stuff ready so you can do your dance for Sarah?” I said to Juniper and her eyes lit up. She ran off into the bedroom.

“How’s your tea?” I asked Sarah, completely throwing her off.

“Oh– uhm, yeah, no– it’s great. Very sweet,” she said before taking another sip of it.

“It should help you relax,” I smiled at her, “Come, bring it here by the fire. Take your shoes off, get comfortable.”

She took her shoes off and I could see that after a few minutes, the tea was hitting her pretty strongly. I sat up against the wall on some floor pillows near the fire and draped myself in a large blanket. I motioned for Sarah to sit between my legs, leaning her head back against my shoulder like Juniper was sitting earlier. I draped us both in the blanket.

“Are you ready?” Juniper called out.

“Yes, darling,” I responded, Sarah started giggling randomly. “You feel good?” I whispered in her ear. She nodded. Juniper came out with a long sheer, orange ribbon and began to twirl it. She danced, slowly moving her body in unison and moving the ribbon from one hand to the other. We watched as she extended her legs, bent her body backward and forward and moved her little hips.

Under the blanket, I cupped both of Sarah’s breasts in my hands and squeezed her erect nipples. Oh, how good it felt to have actual breasts in my hands. I had missed them for such a long time since Juniper was born. Sarah turned her head to face me like Juniper did earlier. The kiss was deep, passionate — the kiss of two adult mouths longing for each other.

“Earth Mother, are you watching me?” Juniper complained a few feet away.

“I’m sorry, baby, I thought you were done,” I said, pulling away from Sarah’s lips.

“Well, I’m done now,” Juniper said with her hands at her hips.

“Go put the ribbon away,” I told her and she did. “Show me how you were rubbing yourself in the supply room earlier,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear.

She froze up for a second and grinned, opening up her pants and sliding them off her legs. Her body was soft and plump, and her pussy fat and covered by loose cotton panties. She rubbed herself firmly, moaning softly and arching her back.

“Meow,” Juniper purred softly in the door frame. Whenever she wanted attention, she’d pretend to be a cat.

“Meow,” she got on her knees and began crawling toward us.

“Oh, Kitty, is that you, Kitty?” I said, Sarah sucking on my neck while we both rubbed between her legs and my left hand pinched her breast.

“Meow,” Juniper said sadly, pouting and sitting at the end of Sarah’s feet. Juniper opened up the blanket and watched what we were doing underneath.

“Come tell me what’s wrong, Kitty.”

“Meow,” she purred and knelt at my side. She began to lick the side of my face and my lips like a kitten would. Suddenly, Juniper stared at Sarah who was still in my arms, I wasn’t sure if she was getting jealous or was just showing off but she stuck her tongue out at Sarah. Sarah stared for a moment and then did the same. Juniper leaned in and gave Sarah’s tongue several short licks. I leaned in and joined them, our three tongues flicking the other up and down and in circles.

“Kitty wants milk,” Juniper whined, placing a hand on Sarah’s breast. I began to lift up Sarah’s shirt and Sarah seemed eager for me to do so.

“But I don’t have any milk,” Sarah said sleepily, helping me take the bra straps off her shoulders, revealing two fallen cones shaped breasts with light brown nipples.

“It’s okay. Sometimes Earth Mother doesn’t have any milk, but then when I suck on them it starts to come out,” Juniper explained matter-of-factly, straddling Sarah’s leg and tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ears and out of her face.

Sarah seemed to tense up for a bit, but then I pulled her back toward my chest and let my little girl “nurse” on her breasts, anticipating milk. I held the breasts up for Juniper from behind as Sarah rotated her hips slightly. “There’s no milk in these, Earth Mother,” Juniper looked at me, confused.

“Just suck harder, baby. Suck really hard,” I told her. A whimper escaped Sarah’s throat and I nibbled on her ear. “Should she keep sucking, Sarah?” I whispered seductively.

“Uh-huh,” Sarah nodded, breathing heavily. I turned her face toward mine and we kissed again for even longer than before.

“Nothing, Earth Mother,” Juniper sighed.

“Well, give her a kiss so that she doesn’t feel bad,” I told my little girl.

“It’s okay, Sarah. Maybe tomorrow after your bath, it will come,” Juniper said before locking lips with the young woman. She pulled away and noticed my hand rubbing between Sarah’s legs. “What are these?” she giggled at the cotton panties, giving them a touch. “Let’s see your honey pot.” Juniper began to tug at the sides of the underwear, trying to roll them down Sarah’s legs.

“Juniper,” I said a bit sternly, “You have to make sure it’s okay with Sarah first before you see her honey pot.”

“Sarah–” Juniper started, but then Sarah nodded with a smile and began rolling down her underwear herself. Juniper helped pull them completely off.

“Your honey pot only has little hairs,” she said, closely examining Sarah’s hot cunt, “Put your legs up.” Sarah bent her legs with her knees up and spread her thighs open at Juniper’s command.

“Watch this,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear and almost immediately, Juniper latched on to her hooded clit and began to fiercely tongue it, making loud smacking sounds

“Ooohhhhhhh!!” Sarah groaned loudly while I flicked and pinched her nipples. The sight of my little girl willingly sucking another woman’s pussy turned me on beyond measure. “Professor, I– I’m,” she huffed but I turned her face to me and kissed her. After a few minutes I could tell she was getting near, as she muffled screams into my mouth.

“Just let go,” I whispered softly, and she did, arching her back and rubbing her pussy violently against my little girl’s face. Juniper raised her head with a big smile, juices glistening down her chin. “Don’t wipe your face just yet, Juney. Come up here,” I told her. I began to lick Sarah’s honey off my daughter’s chin and Sarah joined in as well, tasting herself and then darting her tongue in and out of my daughters mouth.

“Earth Mother, can we go to bed, please?” Juniper asked suddenly with sleep eyes. I nodded and started to rise up off the floor with Sarah still resting against my chest. “Can Sarah come too?”

That night both Juniper and Sarah nursed milk from my big, floppy breasts simultaneously, Juniper was on my lap like a baby and Sarah was kneeling beside me. I cradled both of their heads, and closed my eyes. I hadn’t had two women sucking on my breasts at the same time since the retreat.

“Are you getting sleepy?” I asked my daughter, she nodded, mouth still attached to my nipple. I could see she was using her feet to play with Sarah’s breasts as Sarah fed on me– Sarah didn’t seem to mind, but I think Juniper had only wanted the attention all to herself.

“Sarah,” she said muffled against my nipple, “Can you kiss my honeypot?” And there it was. Sarah sat up and looked at me with wide eyes. I nodded and grinned, giving her permission to taste her precious little flower. Juniper continued to nurse, as Sarah positioned herself between her thin little legs and gave her lots of little kisses around her slit before lapping up my baby’s soaking wet pussy. It started off gentle, a few licks over the skin and down the middle, but soon Sarah’s tongue found her tight, wet hole and couldn’t pull away from it.

All of a sudden, Juniper let out a sharp, quick gasp with a wince that worried me. Sarah started getting a little rougher, it seemed, pulling Juniper by her hips and rubbing her nose against the opening to her clit as she pressed her face harder against her bald, little lips.

“Sarah, that’s enough,” I said sternly.

“No, don’t stop,” Juniper breathed, “Her tongue’s inside me.” Her sharp moans became whimpers and to my surprise, Juniper pushed Sarah’s head and tongue deeper into her wet vaginal opening. I felt relief my baby was enjoying herself, since I had never penetrated her little opening before with my tongue or any object. I used my hand to run it across her chest and lightly pinched her flat nipples. I could tell she was near, I had seen that face thousands of times.

“Let it go, Juniper Breeze,” I whispered softly.

“I love you, Earth Mother,” she squealed, like she normally did before coming. She thrashed her head from side to side and held on to my breast, squeezing it tightly until it hurt. Sarah lifted her head from between my daughter’s legs, finally coming up for air. Juniper’s body rested there, exhausted and almost lifeless.

“Look at what you did to her,” I said to Sarah with a smirk. Juniper started to fall asleep in my arms almost immediately, so I rested her on the side of the bed, tucking her in with her favorite blanket.

“Professor,” Sarah whispered, “Can I have some more of that tea? It’s magical, isn’t it? What did you put in it? What did it do to me?”

“It makes you relax,” I said to her moments later, naked over a warm stove. “It takes away inhibitions.”

“Does it have chamomile?” she asked.

“A bit,” I said, moments later as I poured her another warm cup and handed it to her. I decided to pour one for myself as well.

“Professor,” she said from behind me, dropping to her knees and spreading my ass cheeks, “It’s your turn.”

Sarah and I made love like two women would. I loved the feeling of a hot cunt pushed up against mine — something I had yet to do with my daughter.

Sarah promised to keep the secret and I promised her an A in my course. She’d come and visit us from time to time, but eventually she became preoccupied with a boyfriend whom she got engaged and married to over the next several years. A few years later I got word that she was expecting a little girl of her own, so I knit her a blanket, sent her a miniature sketch of the painting I found her diddling herself to and told Sarah to enjoy her new baby girl.

The End