Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

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Carolyn answered the door, looking devastated, and Daphne was silently ushered into the living room where Donna and Candace waited. She could see that all three had been crying, but the tears seemed to be dried up for now.

Daphne sat facing her sister, keeping her legs closed to prevent her sister from seeing she was not wearing panties. That would have to occur at just the right time. She was armed with the knowledge that she wouldn’t be going to jail and that if her idea didn’t work, she’d be permanently banned from seeing the girls anyway. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and she hoped this desperate measure worked.

“So,” Daphne said as a way to get the conversation started.

“Yes, so,” said Donna. “As in so what made you think having sex with my daughters was okay?”

“The fact that they love it,” Daphne answered. “And so do I.”

“That has nothing to do with it!”

“On the contrary, it has everything to do with it! Look at them, Donna! They’re beautiful, well-adjusted, happy. They don’t get into trouble at school, at home, or in public. I don’t know if you realize this or not, but you have nearly perfect daughters!”

“I’m aware of that!” Donna nearly shouted.

“Now, I’m back to ‘so,’ as in so what’s the problem here? I love it, they love it, and they obviously love me, you, and each other. Besides, it’s only slightly more than what you and I did when we were kids.”

The two daughters looked at their mother with wide-eyed shock. Their aunt and their mom had sex with each other when they were girls? This was quite a revelation.

“Daphne, please. No,” Donna said, putting her hand to her throat in embarrassment.

“Sorry, sis. It’s time they knew, especially since you are now doing your best to end what your daughters and I have done with each other. They need to know you aren’t completely without experience with other girls, specifically your own sister. They’ll understand the attraction, believe me.”

Donna blushed a deep red, much as Candace had just a little while ago when Donna had learned her ten-year-old had orgasms.

“Mom, you mean you and Aunt Daphne… messed around with each other when you were kids?” Carolyn asked.

“It was a long time ago,” said Donna, “when we were just teenagers. We stopped when I was sixteen. Now that it led to this, I wish we’d never done it.”

“Really?” Daphne asked. “Don’t blame yourself for any of this, Donna. You’re not to blame. I would have eventually sought out other girls for sex anyway. Besides, don’t make what we did ugly. It was beautiful.”

Donna blushed again and looked down at the floor. She’s right, of course. It was beautiful. And now, instead of having sex with me, Daphne is having sex with my girls. My own daughters are enjoying her body now. It’s so… Donna stopped her thoughts with a mental jolt. Am I jealous?

Donna looked back at her sister again. What she saw rendered her speechless.

Daphne was now leaning against the back of the chair with her legs spread. Her skirt was hiked up to her hips and her pussy was on full display. The closely trimmed pubic hair was already wet with her juices. Her fingers lightly massaged her inner labia, smearing the fluids around.

“What are you doing?” asked Donna.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m masturbating. You used to watch me do this all the time. You loved watching me. Or at least that’s what you said.”

“But…” Donna began, but stopped when she realized she had no idea what she was about to say before looking at her daughters. Carolyn and Candace were staring at their aunt, their eyes following every move of the fingers slowly wetting themselves in the open pussy.

“I love watching your daughters do this, too,” Daphne said, beginning to increase the tempo of her self-gratification. “They love to masturbate.”

“Daphne, please,” Donna pleaded with her sister. “You shouldn’t be doing that.”

“They’ve seen me do this many times,” Daphne said, glancing at the girls. “They still love to watch me… and each other. Besides, that’s not what you said the first time I did this in front of you, Donna,” Daphne said. “Remember? I was nine. A year younger than Candace is now. And do you know when I started with Carolyn? She was only eight. Only a year younger than I was the first time I did this for you.”

Like her daughters, Donna couldn’t seem to remove her gaze from her sister’s pussy. Memories flooded back to her at the sight. She remembered the first time they had eaten each other’s pussies. Oddly, she could not recall the last time, but she knew she was sixteen then and Daphne was fourteen. Daphne’s bush was fuller then. Yes, she thought, I remember many things.

She remembered the time they skipped school just to have a full day together when they were 14 and 12.

The times they would finger each other in the back seat of the car, a blanket covering their laps, when they were on long, boring trips with their parents.

The times they would sneak into each other’s room in the middle of the night to relieve what they jokingly called “the hornies” because…

Because it was more fun to do it with each other than alone. Much more.

And Donna especially remembered the time Daphne had the Sheffield twins over for the night and she had lain in her bed, masturbating to numerous orgasms as she listened to her sister make love with them, all the while wishing she hadn’t ended the fun between them while trying to convince herself that wasn’t why she was masturbating. Trying to tell herself it was just the idea of sex in the next room.

Donna faced it now. She had missed their times together. Sure, she had discovered sex with boys, but she missed the delicate sex she had with her sister. She missed how they both knew exactly what to do to give the other the best orgasms. She missed how they could count on each other.

Donna suddenly realized that she was indeed jealous of her daughters. They not only were able to have sex with her sister long after she had forced herself to refrain from the same thing, but they also had each other and seemed not only happy for it to continue, but also insistent that it be allowed to go on.

She looked over at Carolyn and Candace. She loved them more than life itself. She could see they were extremely turned on from watching their aunt pleasure herself. She chuckled inwardly as she thought to herself, They have a bad case of the hornies.

Then she looked at her sister. Her hand was moving quickly over her mound. The sound of her fingers wetly caressing her center — the clit she once loved to kiss, suck, lick, and nibble — seemed like an invitation.

“You know you loved it,” said Daphne, temporarily interrupting the image that had begun to grow in Donna’s mind, an image of herself between her sister’s thighs, licking and sucking her pussy.

Before she realized what she was doing, Donna stood up and closed the short distance between her and the offered mound with its hard nub of flesh seeming to draw her the way the flame draws moths. She forgot about her daughters, who were watching all this as if they were in a sexual trance. Getting down on all fours, Donna moved into place.

Carolyn and Candace watched as their mother knelt in front of their aunt and placed her face no more than an inch from the soaked pussy. They watched as Donna breathed in the aromas that were rising from Daphne’s slit. Then Donna leaned forward as their aunt spoke.

“Please, Donna. Do me again. Please?”

Daphne’s head thrust back as her sister made contact with her clit. She could feel the familiar mouth slathering saliva on her mound. She felt Donna’s tongue mixing that saliva with the juices that were flowing from her vagina to coat the sensitive flesh.

Daphne looked over to see what her nieces were doing as their mother began to make oral love to her own sister. She knew they would be okay with this. After all, they loved to do this same thing with each other.

It was Daphne’s intention to have them do this with their mother as well.

She signaled to them to move to her and remove their clothes. They complied. Forgotten was the misery of having their old secret discovered. Now, their pussies were leaking fluids to moisten and lubricate their slits.

Daphne reached out and started to finger the two girls’ pussies. “You are both so wet,” she said to them, prompting their mother to look at what was happening.

Donna considered stopping this for just a brief second. Ending it once again. Then she realized to do so would be denying her daughters and herself what they all really wanted. Smiling into her sister’s pussy, Donna decided to allow it to happen, whatever it was.

She continued licking her younger sister and tried to remember everything they had done as children and teenagers. She chastised herself for thinking they needed to grow up and stop their incestuous relationship. She realized now that this had caused both of them to miss out on some wonderful times together.

Donna then felt her own clothing being removed. Her daughters were no longer having their pussies caressed by their aunt. They were busy taking off her clothes, stripping her naked for everyone to enjoy.

Everyone. That word meant her daughters would enjoy her.

And she would enjoy them. She shuddered involuntarily with the thrill the image caused.

Now she knew what it was. And she decided to follow her instincts and allow it to happen. She knew then that by the end of this little orgy, she would taste her daughters, and they would taste her.

Strangely, this had a quieting effect on Donna. The realization that she wanted this to happen allowed an enormous weight to be lifted from her shoulders.

The quieting effect, however, was confined to her conscience. It did not extend to her pussy, which was burning with desire. Her need was anything but quieted.

Soon, her daughters had her clothes off. She was totally naked in front of them for the first time in many years. Her girls were on either side of her, and she felt a hand from each of them move to her breasts and begin playfully tweaking her nipples and squeezing her boobs. She felt their other hands move to caress her butt and pussy, touching her butthole playfully and massaging her labia and clit. She realized they had done this exact thing with her sister before. She would have to compliment Daphne on her teaching skills.

Eager hands explored her most sensitive areas down there. Paul did not like asshole play, but apparently her daughters did. She recalled loving how her sister would play with her butt, tickling and sometimes entering her small rosebud to finger that sensitive area. Now she felt one of her daughters, probably Carolyn, moving to where she could get her mouth on her mother’s pussy.

She felt the first contact of her daughter’s lips on her own more sensitive ones. Felt the tongue slide into the crevice created by her inner labia to massage her swollen clit.

And at that moment, she came.

She spasmed and rocked, all while doing her best to maintain contact with Daphne’s pussy. Then Daphne was coming. Her hips rose from the cushion of the chair and she grunted out her orgasm, combining her voice with the grunts and moans coming from Donna.

Donna realized that now two heads were down at her pussy, and both her daughters were licking her. Their heads were apparently jammed together to allow them to tongue her simultaneously. She could feel the tongues abandon her pussy once her orgasm had subsided. When they didn’t return, she turned her head to look behind her.

Carolyn and Candace were kissing. Their tongues intertwining, dancing a tango of erotic touches. Now each girl had a hand at the other’s pussy, rubbing, massaging, fingering.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Daphne asked, moving to where she could put her arms around her sister from her sitting position.

“Gorgeous,” Donna answered. She looked at her sister and smiled. “I suppose I should thank you.”

“You already did. I’ve missed this with you. And now you have two other sisters for you to bring up and allow to be who they are.”

“They’ll always be like this, won’t they? Always be lovers as well as sisters,” Donna said, struck again by the beauty of her daughters in such an intimate and erotic embrace.

“As long as one of them doesn’t take a stupid pill and decide they have to stop,” Daphne answered with a grin.

“We’ll make sure that never happens,” said Donna and was struck by the number of years she had wasted being an “adult,” as if being an adult disallowed having sexual fun with whomever she truly wanted, regardless of the connection between the lovers.

Donna now moved to her daughters and coaxed them to lie down on the carpeted floor. Removing two sofa pillows from the couch, she had each girl place her ass on the pillows for comfort and some slight elevation from the floor to allow easier access.

She started with Carolyn, moving to her pussy and breathing in the aromas from her center.

She felt Daphne moving to where she could lick and suck Candace’s pussy.

“We’ll trade off,” Daphne said. “No way am I leaving this stunningly beautiful pussy to lie there and wait for you. Isn’t her hairless pussy stunningly beautiful, Donna?”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s delicious, too,” Daphne added.

With that, the two women moved their mouths to the young sisters’ mounds. Donna had the first taste of her older daughter while Daphne enjoyed Candace’s well-known flavors.

The girls squirmed at the contact and leaned in to kiss each other while being licked below. Candace moved one hand to her sister’s boobs and began to play with them as well, increasing the enjoyment for her sister. The sister she loved more than anyone else in the world.

Donna relished this moment, tasting her daughter’s nectar for the first time. It certainly would not be the last time, however. She loved exploring the folds that seemed to hide small gardens of pleasure for both herself and Carolyn. She licked every crevice, nibbled the tender flesh. In other words, she made passionate oral love to her.

After a few minutes, though, Donna could stand it no longer. She had to find out what it felt and tasted like to lick Candace’s hairless pussy. She sat up and tapped Daphne, indicating she wanted to trade partners now.

She moved to Candace and looked down at the bare pussy. She was a bright pink inside her slit. Donna could see the small button of her clit as it rose from beneath the clitoral hood. She saw that the little girl was wet with both her own juices and her aunt’s saliva.

Moving closer still, she breathed in the subtle scent. Then, while doing her best to seer the image and memory of this first act into her mind the way she had with Carolyn, Donna placed her mouth on her daughter’s sex, loving the feel of the hairless, fleshy lips, and began to do her best to give her little one an orgasm.

Within moments, each woman knew the girls were getting very close to coming. Then, in the breath of a heartbeat, the younger sisters began to buck and grunt as their orgasms filled them with pleasure and satisfaction.

Carolyn shuddered as the orgasm spread throughout her body, belting out a series of “Oh Gods” and “Fucks” into the living room, not caring that her mother heard.

Candace spasmed and sounded a high-pitched squealing that echoed off the walls. She bucked and squirmed as her mother brought her to the first orgasm she would ever give her.

The women and girls formed a daisy chain after this and swapped partners several times until they had had their fill of orgasms for that day. Each girl had been able to lick their mother into orgasm, and each woman had enjoyed giving the young girls intense pleasure. Carolyn and Candace also ended up at one point in a sixty-nine while their mother and aunt watched.

They lost count of the orgasms.

Now lying in a heap of beautiful female flesh, Carolyn decided it wasn’t a bad idea to let her mom know about Becca.

“I can’t wait for Becca to spend the night again,” she said. “You want to lick her too, Mom? I know she’d love it.”

“You mean you and Becca have sex too?” Donna asked, no longer angry about such things, just surprised.

“She was here yesterday when Aunt Daphne showed up,” Carolyn answered.

“Oh, God, Donna. She’s marvelous in bed!” Daphne said.

“I can’t wait then,” said Donna. “Your dad has to be out of town from Tuesday through Friday of this week. Maybe you could have her over one of those nights?”

“Tuesday,” said Candace. “The sooner the better.”

The woman and girls all laughed at that. After a few minutes, they decided it was time to get cleaned up before they got caught lying naked on the living room carpet.

Donna and Daphne shared a goodbye kiss while the younger girls looked on.

What had seemed tragic had become a blessing instead.

Continue on to Chapter 20

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

The next day was Saturday, and that meant morning chores at the Shea household. Candace had finished cleaning the girls’ bathroom and was reading a book. Carolyn was supposed to be cleaning her own room, but had gotten sidetracked looking at her secret Twitter page.

The girls’ mother, Donna, was downstairs, finishing some of her own chores.

“Carolyn?” Donna Shea called to her daughter from the kitchen, where she was cleaning out the fridge. There was no answer, so she called out again, a bit louder.

Carolyn had heard the first call and started downstairs, arriving in the kitchen just as her mother called her again.

“Yes, Mom?” Carolyn said.

“Would you mind going to the store for me? I need some more soy sauce for tonight’s dinner, and there are a few other things we need.”

“Sure. Can I take Candace?”

Donna loved that her daughters were so close. They rarely fought and Donna wondered if it was the age difference that helped them get along so well, since they weren’t in competition for boys and such. Donna knew Carolyn would die for her little sister, and that Candace would do the same.

“Sure, if she’s finished cleaning your bathroom,” Donna said.

“She is. She’s in her room reading.”

“Okay, take her with you. There’s a list of things we need on the counter.”

Minutes later when the girls were gone, Donna finished up in the kitchen, then went upstairs to see how far the girls had gotten with their chores. Carolyn was good about doing everything asked of her, but Candace sometimes missed some things.

Therefore, she was surprised when she found that this time Candace had been thorough while Carolyn had not stripped the sheets from her bed to be washed.

Sighing, she went to the bed and began completing the chore since she needed to finish the laundry.

As she pulled the sheets from the bed, she noticed something. It was a fragrance she recognized immediately. Two fragrances, really.

The first scent that caught her attention was the expensive perfume her sister Daphne used. She was puzzled. Had she given some to Carolyn? Donna had never smelled it on her daughter, and Carolyn wasn’t much into perfumes anyway. It was a very distinctive aroma, and she doubted Daphne would share any of it with Carolyn anyway because it cost so much. Daphne wouldn’t even let Donna use any of it.

So what was Daphne’s perfume doing on Carolyn’s bed sheets?

The other aroma was normal vaginal odor. She was aware her older daughter masturbated, though they’d never discussed it before. She just assumed that by age seventeen, Carolyn was masturbating.

Puzzled about finding these two smells together in Carolyn’s bed, she continued removing the sheets. Then she saw it. One of Daphne’s earrings. She recognized it immediately as Daphne’s since Donna herself had given the pair to her as a Christmas present.

Along with the smell of the perfume, there was only one conclusion left: Daphne had been in Carolyn’s bed. She doubted seriously that Daphne would lend Carolyn both the perfume and the earrings. Now she had to wonder something else as well. Were these pussy odors Daphne’s or Carolyn’s? Or were they both? When she and Daphne were kids, they had fooled around some, as she assumed most sisters near each other’s age did, unlike those far apart in age like Carolyn and Candace. Still, the question nagged at her. Was Daphne having sex with Carolyn?

Donna stood there a moment, considering what this could mean, and the idea forming in her mind was not a pleasant one. She knew Daphne was rather wild when she was younger. Hell, she’d been a bit wild herself. She also knew that Daphne was still a risk-taker. She was someone who would try anything once, and repeat it often if she liked the experience.

In fact, when Donna had moved on to sex with boys, Daphne had continued having sex with some of her girlfriends — in addition to the many boys she dated. Donna would be ashamed to admit it, but she’d overheard her sister with a friend or two when Daphne had some of her more adventuresome girlfriends spend the night when they were teenagers. She sometimes masturbated to the muted but erotic sounds of the girls having lesbian sex in her sister’s bedroom, which was next to her own. She attributed her horniness to the mere fact of sex taking place in the next room, not any lingering desire to have sex with another girl, especially not her sister.

Now she had to wonder about her sister and daughter. She asked herself the question again. Was Daphne having sex with Carolyn? Her own niece? No, she told herself. It couldn’t be. That’s incest.

Then she realized it wasn’t as close as two sisters having sex together. Daphne had not seemed to have any problems with incest when they were growing up. Donna suddenly recalled that two of Daphne’s favorite sleepover friends were sisters, twins in fact.

But certainly, Daphne was no longer fine with the idea of incest. She was thirty-four now. An adult. There was no way she was having sex with her seventeen-year-old niece…was there?

Donna was suddenly very dizzy and sat on the bed. She felt surrounded by the scent of pussy. And that’s when she saw the barrette. It was a small, rainbow-colored hair barrette that belonged to Candace. Of course, it could have fallen off when Candace was simply lying in her sister’s bed and chatting, but what if it hadn’t?

“No,” she told herself aloud. Her little ten year old couldn’t have been having sex. Not with her older sister, and not with her aunt. That barrette had to be some sort of coincidence.

Still, there was a strong scent of pussy in the bed, which indicated there hadn’t been ample time for the fragrance to dissipate. And that meant this had to have happened yesterday while she and Paul were at work. If nothing else, assuming her sister and daughter had engaged in lesbian sex, Candace had been home at the time. They both said they had hung around the house all day yesterday when Donna had gotten home and asked the typical, “So what did you do today?”

Now she thought back to that question, and she realized the girls had exchanged a look when they answered. She remembered wondering what the secret was, but did not want to invade their privacy by prying. All sisters shared secrets, especially ones as close as Carolyn and Candace. Dear God! Was THIS the secret?! That Carolyn had engaged in lesbian sex with her own aunt?

She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she confront Carolyn? Both of her daughters? Or should she call Daphne to inform her she was going to jail?

Getting up her nerve, Donna took out her phone and was about call Daphne, when a thought occurred to her.

If Daphne went to jail, Carolyn would too. She was seventeen, and if it turned out that Candace was involved, Carolyn could go to jail as well, or at least to a reformatory for girls.

The police — and the press — would not be able to turn their back on that little nugget. As much as society liked to think they were shocked and disgusted with such behavior, the press was well aware that pedophilia like this sold papers and got viewers to tune in on news shows.

The press would see these details as money in the bank. An attractive thirty-four-year-old woman having sex with her own, equally attractive niece, who was only seventeen? It was like the purest form of gold to the media vultures.

And the police would arrest Carolyn as well if Candace was also involved. Even if she weren’t, allowing a child her age to be aware of her aunt and sister having sex was contributing to the delinquency of a minor. If nothing else, the story would get out, and their lives would be in shambles.

Also, Daphne would certainly discuss their own past as an attempt to explain this behavior, and if that got out, even though it had been when they were both minors, the news would destroy Donna’s life.

She realized she would never be able to call the police about this. And she certainly couldn’t tell Paul. He’d go berserk.

There was a chance there was an explanation that didn’t involve sex, but she doubted it. The smell of sex was too strong. They had made love with each other there.

She decided what she would have to do would be to handle this herself.

She sat there on the mussed bed planning how to approach this problem until she heard her daughters’ return. They were laughing about something or other as they came in the door.

No wonder they got along so well, Donna thought before calling for them both.

“Girls! Come upstairs to Carolyn’s room when you finish putting the groceries away!” She did her best not to sound angry and felt she succeeded. For some reason she didn’t want them to know there was a problem before being asked about what had happened in Carolyn’s bed with their aunt.

Donna sat on the reeking bed, trying to get a hold of herself. If the girls indicated her suspicions were correct, she’d call Daphne and get her over there — then try to refrain from killing her.

She heard them chatting together as they came up the stairs.

“What’s up?” Carolyn asked cheerfully, her smile as radiant as her sister’s.

Then the girls saw the look on their mother’s face, and realized this couldn’t be good. Their smiles faded slowly as they wondered what indeed could be “up.”

“Have a seat,” Donna said, indicating the bed, her voice shaking.

Once they sat on the bed, Carolyn had a sudden suspicion of what this might be about. Her sheets smelled strongly of pussy. It was obvious someone had had sex there. She hadn’t noticed it earlier because she’d been in her room and gotten so used to the smell it hadn’t registered. Now, however, after coming in from the outdoors, the smell was obvious. Apparently, the airing out of her room hadn’t been enough to dispel the aromas that hung over her bed. She waited for her mother to speak, just in case that wasn’t what it was about.

Then she smelled Daphne’s perfume. She tried to make up a plausible lie in the seconds of silence that seemed to stretch forever while contracting to nothing.

Donna looked at Carolyn. She had thought of talking to her older daughter alone first, but knew that Candace was at least aware of what had happened in this bed the day before, based on their response to her question of what they’d done all day and the look they had exchanged.

“Do you smell it?” Donna asked them.

At first, Carolyn tried to play dumb, hoping beyond hope that her mother meant something else. “Smell what?”

“Don’t play games with me, Carolyn. This bed reeks of vaginal fluids.”

Maybe she doesn’t smell the perfume, Carolyn thought before saying, “Well, Mom, I am a girl you know.”

This response made Donna angry. “Yes, Carolyn, I know you’re a girl, but this level of odor strongly indicates someone had sex in this bed!”

Carolyn tried the one out she hoped might work. “Uh, Mom, you realize I am seventeen.”

“That doesn’t mean you have permission to have sex with anyone!”

“Mom…um…I was…alone?” She had said this as a question, trying to indicate to her mom she’d been masturbating and pretending she didn’t want to talk about it in front of Candace.

“Were you, now?” Donna said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Something about that set off alarms in both girls’ minds.

For her part, Candace wondered what her mom had on her since normally such a discussion would not happen with her in the room, much less sitting there in the same trouble. How could Mom know she’d been a part of this? Tears began to well in her eyes.

Finally, Carolyn felt Donna was waiting for her to answer. She decided it was time to know what the evidence was. She hoped her mom didn’t know anything about Becca’s involvement. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t smell the perfume?”

Oh, fuck, Carolyn thought. “Um…” she said because she didn’t know what else to say. She knew her mom would never believe Daphne had shared her expensive perfume with her. Besides, Mom knew she never wore perfume. At least it didn’t seem Mom knew about Becca.

“Yes, ‘um.’ So when exactly did Daphne drop by to take a nap in your bed, which is awfully weird since she has her own very nice one at her condo!”

Carolyn realized this was said to let her know there was no plausible explanation for how her aunt’s perfume got in her bed, other than the truth. Combined with the smell of pussy, it was as good as having a video of the entire encounter. This realization caused her to burst into tears.

“I’m sorry, Mom!” she sobbed.

Candace began to cry too. She didn’t know what her mom had that put her in the orgy in Carolyn’s room, but she knew it must make what happened obvious.

Donna turned her attention to Candace. “And you, young lady! How did this end up in your sister’s bed?” Donna held out her palm, showing the barrette.

Candace was too shocked about what had gone on the past few minutes to think of the plausible explanation that she’d been lying in her sister’s bed yesterday while chatting and it must have come off then. Her weeping turned immediately to sobs.

“I’m sorry, Mommy!”

“So it IS more than you knew your aunt and sister were having sex in here!” Donna accused.

At that moment, it occurred to Candace she could have easily lied, but it was too late now. She and her sister continued to sob.

Donna began to cry herself. She could have handled it more easily if only Carolyn was involved. But Candace? She was only ten! She didn’t even have pubic hair yet! And she was having sex with her sister and aunt? Her ADULT aunt?

Donna stood up and began pacing the room, her anger making her unable to continue sitting still.

“Why?!” she asked, mostly rhetorically. Then she stopped pacing and looked at Carolyn. “How did this happen? When did this start?”

“Can’t you ask Aunt Daphne that?” Carolyn cried. She didn’t want to tell her mom it had been going on since she was eight.

“I will, but I’m also asking you. When?!”

“Are you going to have her arrested? If you are, I’m not saying anything else!” Carolyn answered.

Donna calmed a bit, taking a deep breath. “No. I’m not having her arrested. I’m not going to tell anyone, not even your father. If Daphne were arrested, you would be too.”

Carolyn was confused by that. “Why would I get arrested?”

“Honey, you have had sex with your ten-year-old sister. They lock girls away for that.”

“Really?” Carolyn was shocked at this news. “But we’re just showing each other how much we love each other,” she said.

Ignoring this for the moment, Donna calmly repeated her question. “When did this start between the two of you and your aunt?”

“It started with just me first,” Carolyn said.

“Okay, when was that?” Donna asked.

Carolyn took a deep breath. As long as nobody was going to jail, she felt she could tell her mom the truth. “When I was eight.”

Donna’s knees grew weak and she nearly collapsed, but she managed to make it back to her seat on the bed. She felt as if her life was spiraling into some parallel universe. Eight!? This had been going on under her nose for nine years!?

“What did…I mean…well…how did she accomplish this…seduction…of a little eight-year-old girl?”

“She told me she could make me feel something good that adults could feel. I was curious.”

“Oh, my God!” Donna responded. “She forced herself on you?”

Carolyn grew defensive of her aunt. “It wasn’t like that. Not at all. She told me she would show me but only if I wanted her to. Even after we started doing it, she told me I could tell her to stop at any time and she wouldn’t be mad. She said what we did was all up to me.”

Donna looked at Candace. “What about you? How old were you when you started joining the fun?”

Candace looked at the floor. “Six,” was all she said, barely audible.

Donna thought she might have a heart attack. “Six!? You were just a baby!”

“She liked it,” said Carolyn. “I did it like Aunt Daphne did with me.”

Donna looked at Carolyn. “You mean you…? You’re the one who started it with your sister?”

“Don’t be mad. Please? We love it!” Carolyn said. “We’re not all warped psychologically, Mom. We just…well, we love sex. We love it with each other, and with our aunt. That will never change. We’re not going to go wild and start having sex with anyone and everyone we meet. It’s not like that. It’s just that, sexually, we’re adults. Even you’ve commented on how well-adjusted we are!”

Looking at Candace, Donna asked, “You mean, you’ve…had…um…you are able to…”

Carolyn interrupted her mother to answer the question she knew Donna was attempting to ask. “Yes, Mom. She’s had orgasms.”

Candace continued staring at the floor, crying softly. She blushed a deep red, embarrassed her mother knew the most intimate details of her life.

Donna was too stunned to reply. Finally, she said, “I’ve got to call Daphne.”

With that, she pulled out her phone again and punched the number for her sister. On the third ring, she answered.

“Hey sis, what’s up?” Her words echoed Carolyn’s earlier. It seemed to Donna that everything was up.

“You need to come over. Right now.”

“Oh? Is everything okay?” Daphne asked, concerned about the edge in her sister’s voice. What Donna answered was totally unexpected, however.

“Not really. You see, I know about you and my girls.”

“You…” Daphne didn’t know what to say. Her mind reeled with the question of how she knew. “What?”

“I know you’ve been having sex with my daughters. Your nieces.”

“But…how did…. How?” Daphne couldn’t finish the thought. She began to wonder if this would be her last day of freedom.

“Come over. We need to talk. And we need to talk before Paul even THINKS of coming home.”

Daphne began to cry. “Are you going to have me arrested?”

“No. We just need to talk.”

On the way to her sister’s home, Daphne calmed herself and managed to come up with a plan. It was unconventional to say the least, but she was desperate and hoped it would work. She gave her plan maybe a 10% chance of working, but it was worth a try.

Continue on to Chapter 19

By Cheryl Taggert

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The next day Becca awoke from a mostly restless night. Thoughts of having sex the following day with Carolyn and Candace kept making her horny. She had tried masturbating, and the itch went away for a while, but then she would wake up in the night with the same itch, but she chose to try to ignore it because she didn’t want to so completely satisfy herself that she wasn’t interested the next day. She was fairly certain erotic dreams had helped keep the sexual fire in her loins burning, but couldn’t remember them.

Now it was morning, and she could finally use her day off to have a day of sexual fun with Carolyn and her ten-year-old sister, Candace. Remembering the words of their aunt when the adult had talked Carolyn into seducing Candace, she thought to herself that she, too, wanted to eat some Candy.

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Their parents had just left home for work and Carolyn and Candace were already downstairs and eating some breakfast. Nothing heavy, but enough to take care of their hunger. They were both excited that Becca was coming over to spend the entire day just messing around. Carolyn was hoping to have sex at least four times that day. When she mentioned this to Candace, she had said, “Five.”

Carolyn wasn’t even sure they could do it four times, all involving multiple orgasms, but she promised herself they would do it as often as their energy allowed.

“What time’s she supposed to be here?” Candace asked as she put her cereal bowl in the sink.

“Don’t really know. But knowing Becca, it won’t be long. She knows when Mom and Dad leave.”

Candace smiled suggestively and said, “So what will we do til then?”

Carolyn smiled back, but hers was more indulgent than suggestive. “We’ll wait. I don’t want to get all worn out before she gets here.”

“Are you saying I wear you out?”

“Well, let’s just say I want to start fresh when she arrives,” Carolyn answered, happy that Candace was being impatient. Carolyn was too, but she didn’t want to show it.

“Can’t we at least get naked? I think it’d be cool if we’re just sitting around like that when walks in.”

Carolyn thought about this suggestion and agreed with her sister. It would be cool. She knew it would be a major turn-on for Becca, and a surprise. She hoped it would not be the only surprise of the day.

“Okay, we can do that. But no sex!” she said, and the girls stripped.

After that, they went into the den to watch some TV. There were plenty of shows on DVR they could watch. Their parents were very liberal about what the girls watched. They were allowed to watch movies with sex scenes as long as it wasn’t hardcore porn. Of course, they watched that on their computers anyway, but their parents wouldn’t like it if they found out. Still, there were plenty of less graphic but highly charged movies they could watch until Becca arrived. Porn would just make them frustrated, but something hot and steamy….

Carolyn started Netflix and pulled up a lesbian movie they had seen before, Inescapable. It was not that good as far as the acting went, but the sex scenes were hot, just not as hot as porn. The perfect movie for them at that moment. Just enough to simmer.

They also watched the clock, not to mention each other. Candace was especially wanting to do more. She would occasionally reach down to her hairless mound and rub for a few moments but would stop before really getting anything going.

About an hour into the movie, the doorbell rang. Both sisters jumped up to answer, but Carolyn decided to let Candace be the one to open the door. After all, Becca had never seen her little sister naked, so the surprise would be more effective.

As Candace went to the door, Carolyn turned off the TV. It was now time for the real thing.

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As Becca pulled into the Sheas’ driveway, she decided to get rid of her panties before going inside. She was already braless and looked forward to seeing the look on the sisters’ faces as she peeled her skirt away only to reveal she was without her undies. She had also taken a long shower that morning to make sure she was fresh after the nearly sleepless night of horniness and had shaved herself completely bald, taking extra care to make sure she didn’t nick herself.

Reaching under her short skirt, she pulled the panties down and off before touching herself to see how wet she was. She was not surprised to find she was practically dripping.

Enjoying the feel of the air on her bare skin beneath the skirt, she approached the door and rang the bell.

She could hear giggles on the other side of the door just before it opened. What she saw made her jaw drop and her pussy spasm.

Candace, as naked as the day she was born, stood in the doorway, grinning at her. Becca looked her up and down, taking in the bald slit of her pussy — the slit that didn’t need to be shaved since it had always been bald. Becca wondered if she would come right then if someone touched her there.

“Well, don’t just stand there gawking, come in and have a lick,” Candace said, and Becca entered the foyer, continuing to stare at the naked ten year old as the younger girl closed the door and wiggled her shapely little ass.

She heard laughter and turned to see Carolyn watching her reactions. At first Becca didn’t even notice her best friend was naked as well. When she did notice, she began to feel extremely overdressed.

Candace walked up to the older girl and stood on tiptoes, offering her lips to Becca. They kissed and Becca marveled at how good a kisser the young girl was until she remembered this little one had been sexually active since the age of six. That gave her four years of practice. She’d obviously been taught well.

Candace’s tongue entered Becca’s waiting mouth, and the two girls stood there in the foyer, kissing, their arms now around each other in a lover’s embrace. Then Carolyn was standing beside them, her hands on their shoulders as she watched her sister making out with her best friend. Carolyn could feel her clit twitching behind its fleshy hood as she enjoyed being the voyeur.

Finally, the girls broke their kiss. They were now both breathing hard and gazing into each other’s eyes the way lovers do.

“We could do it right here in the foyer, or we could go up to my room,” said Carolyn with a small chuckle. This momentarily broke the spell and Candace and Becca giggled before following Carolyn to her room.

The sisters fell onto the bed, laughing, while Becca began to undress. She kicked off her Crocs, pulled her t-shirt off to expose her braless boobs, and slowly unsnapped and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The sisters squealed at the sight of the bald pussy beneath, enjoying the fact Becca had no panties on. Naked now, she joined the sisters on the bed.

“What first?” asked Carolyn. “As if I didn’t know.”

“Actually,” said Becca, “I’ve been fantasizing about you two for so long. I want to see you do something together. I think sister-sister incest is so hot!”

“And what are you going to do?” asked Carolyn with a knowing smile.

“Watch.”

“Just watch?” Carolyn continued.

“Well, maybe a bit more…before joining in.”

“That’s what I thought,” Carolyn said. She looked at her baby sister, who was already starting to touch her own pussy in excitement. “You wanna put on a show for Becca?” she asked her. Candace nodded, her enthusiasm showing in her smile.

Carolyn looked back at Becca. “Sit back and enjoy the show, then. You can join in whenever you feel you can’t wait any longer.” With that, she pulled her baby sister to her and they began to kiss, tongues dancing.

Becca could feel her pussy reacting to this as she lay back to watch. Moving her hands to her center, she began masturbating softly, holding off on doing too much. She wanted to delay her orgasm until she couldn’t stand it anymore, not to mention she wanted Candace to be the one to get her off the first time.

The sisters lay beside each other and continued kissing, their hands beginning to explore each other expertly. Becca watched as Carolyn put her fingers on her little sister’s pussy, spreading the bare labia and running her fingers along the already soaked slit.

Candace’s breathing was growing faster. She was obviously very turned on and in need of an orgasm. Her fingers sought her sister’s mound and mimicked what Carolyn was doing to her. The creamy, natural lubricant that filled Carolyn’s pussy coated Candace’s fingers. She brought that hand to her mouth and, while continuing to kiss Carolyn, placed it between their lips, where both girls licked the fingers clean.

Not to be outdone, Carolyn brought her hand to their lips, and the girls licked Candace’s wet pussy juice off of Carolyn’s fingers.

After a few minutes of this, the girls moved into a sixty-nine, which is what Becca had been hoping to see. This affected her so much that Becca had to stop masturbating to avoid coming before she was ready. She moved to where she could see first one sister, then the other, licking the offered pussy. She burned the memory of this into her mind for later masturbation fantasies. Becca watched as Carolyn licked and sucked her baby sister, obviously loving the taste and feel of the small pussy. Likewise, Candace was more or less making out with her big sister’s pussy, shoving her tongue into the vagina and fucking Carolyn with it. Occasionally, each girl would stop licking or sucking for a second to swallow the nectar that had gathered in their mouths, only to dive back in with renewed desire after taking a second or two to relish the succulence.

“Gonna come,” Carolyn squealed. The first massive orgasm of the day took her. Carolyn’s legs tensed and her belly spasmed as waves of delight surged through her. Candace kept her mouth on her sister’s pussy and rode Carolyn through the climax.

When her friend finished coming, Becca said, “My turn!” She pushed Carolyn off Candace and took her place, where she devoured the little girl’s pussy. She glued her mouth to the labia, tasting the combination of Carolyn’s saliva and Candace’s juices.

At the same time Candace, eager to continue licking pussy, moved her mouth to the mound she had dreamed about for so long. Becca’s pussy was smooth, like her own, and she loved how it felt against her mouth and chin. Becca tasted like the best honey in the world to the young girl. Candace had developed a crush on her sister’s best friend, and to be finally licking her was a dream come true for the child, who behaved more like a grown woman when it came to sex.

The thought that she was finally making love with Becca sent Candace into the orgasm she had longed for all morning. She bucked her hips into Becca’s hungry mouth and screeched out her climax. The young girl had had many orgasms, both alone and with her sister and aunt, but this one seemed to go beyond what she’d felt before. This was so massive she seemed to lose herself in the feeling. The orgasm was like a cocoon she was enveloped in, keeping the rest of the world out to the point that all that seemed to exist was her and the ecstasy — and the pussy that was still sealed against her mouth.

Once she began to come down from the massive orgasm and a feeling of reality returned, she resumed making passionate love to Becca’s pussy. Her mouth moved everywhere, and her fingers moved to Becca’s butthole. She inserted a finger a short way and felt the sphincter clamp down on the invader.

At that moment, Becca came.

She would have been able to relate easily to Candace if the younger girl had been able to describe the orgasm that had taken her moments before. She felt a warmth and a satisfaction that seemed to wrap her like a heated blanket. She spasmed wildly, feeling as if lightning had struck her and was coursing throughout her body. When her orgasm subsided, she felt a simultaneous fulfillment and a growing desire for more. The feeling was a sort of oxymoron. Satisfaction coupled with increased desire.

Lying back on the bed and catching their breath, the three girls moved into a collective embrace with Becca in the middle.

“My, wasn’t that interesting,” came a voice from the open door of the bedroom.

Scrambling to cover themselves, the girls looked to see who had caught them.

Standing there watching them was Carolyn and Candace’s aunt, thirty-four-year-old Daphne James. In the passion of the moment, Carolyn had forgotten she had invited her. Her hand was inside her shorts, obviously touching her pussy.

“Aunt Daphne!” said Carolyn. She got up and went to the sexy woman and embraced her. Her aunt’s hand went to Carolyn’s bare ass and squeezed the firm flesh.

“Carolyn called me last night and asked me to stop by,” Daphne said to the shocked Becca. “She told me you are aware of our…situation, and that you’re fine with it. Is that right?”

Becca was surprised to say the least. Carolyn had suggested she might talk to her aunt about them and let her aunt know that Becca had been told what had happened between the woman and her nieces, but she hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

“Well?” Daphne continued when Becca didn’t answer.

“Sorry. Yes,” said Becca.

“She said it turned you on a lot,” Daphne said. “So you like little girls too, then?”

Becca looked at Candace. Of course, her desire for little girls was obvious, based on what Daphne had seen upon entering the room. “Yeah, I guess I do. I didn’t know that, though, until just a few days ago.”

“I know how you feel. I didn’t know until I had a niece,” Daphne said, smiling at Carolyn. “She told you when we started, right?”

“Yeah,” Becca answered. She wasn’t sure what else to say.

“And she told you how old this one was when we got her involved, didn’t she?” Daphne said, indicating Candace.

It was obvious Daphne knew the answers to these questions, and Becca wondered why she was asking them if she did, but she didn’t mind.

“Yes, she said Candace was six.”

“Yeah. You haven’t lived until you taste a willing six-year-old,” Daphne said. “But only if she’s willing. I would never force myself on anyone.”

Becca nodded. The other girls were just watching the conversation take place, preferring to say nothing for now.

“So…how about you? Are you willing?”

“Willing to do what?” Becca asked.

“Are you willing to let me taste you? Make love with you?”

“Of course,” Becca said.

Daphne began to take off her clothes. When she got to her panties, she pulled them down to reveal that a small dildo was inserted inside her. Daphne reached down to it and turned the small knob at the end that stuck out of her. Now that she got closer to the bed, they could all hear it as it hummed.

Daphne lay on the bed. Her small boobs looked delicious, the nipples were stiff strawberries that capped the mounds of flesh. She spread her legs and said to the girls there, “Okay, so I think there’s one of us who hasn’t come yet.”

The three girls moved to her and while her nieces took a breast each, Becca moved to where the vibrating dildo was inserted inside the woman’s vagina. Daphne’s mound was trimmed but not shaved, and Becca began to lick the woman, lapping up the copious amount of fluids that were leaking out from around the inserted toy.

“Fuck me with the vibe while you lick me,” said Daphne. Becca was all too happy to oblige.

She began fucking the woman with the small, buzzing tool. Daphne’s cream had covered her mound, soaking the trimmed strands of her pubic hair into a froth. Becca continued licking this up, replacing the wetness of the woman’s pussy with her own saliva.

Becca listened as the hum of the small vibrator changed tone, depending on if it were inside or nearly withdrawn from Daphne’s vagina. WEE-ooh-WEE-ooh mixed with the sounds of Daphne’s cries of delight as the three girls made love to her athletic body.

Soon, Becca could tell that Daphne was nearing her climax. The orgasm seemed to linger just out of reach as the woman held her body taut before the shudders slammed into the woman, making her body jolt and jerk with the tremors that shook her.

Moments later, the three girls and mature woman lay in Carolyn’s bed absorbing the bliss that seemed to fill the air. Contentment gave way to excitement that grew into lust, and the four moved again into a mass of girlish flesh, arms and legs intertwined, faces moving from mouths to breasts before finally settling between scissoring legs.

Their second orgasms felt better than the first, which encouraged the four to continue once they’d caught their breath.

The orgy ended around five o’clock. By that time, not only had Carolyn’s goal of four sessions of lovemaking been reached, but Candace’s target of five had also been surpassed. The girls had made love six times, and Daphne had managed to participate in five of those.

“My pussy’s sore,” said Carolyn.

“Mine, too,” sighed Candace. “I don’t think I’ll be able to come again for–” the girl hesitated, thinking before continuing her thought. “at least two days.”

Everyone laughed at this, but also knew the highly sexed young girl was probably accurate in her estimate. Meanwhile, Becca was guessing at three, maybe four days before she would feel the urge to touch herself or be touched.

She was wrong, of course, but it felt that way at the time.

Daphne had to leave, and the three girls shared a quick shower to rinse off the smell of sex that clung to them. They all felt as if they were covered with pussy juice, and they were probably right. Becca noticed that her hair was stiff in one spot and wondered whose juices had gotten there.

Finally, Becca had to go, leaving the sisters alone together until their parents got home. Carolyn opened the windows in her room to air it out, placing a fan in one window to try to push the sex-scented air outside. It would still be an hour before their parents got home, so Carolyn felt there would be enough time to get rid of the smell.

Or at least she hoped there was.

Continue on to Chapter 18

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

It was Saturday, and Susan was due soon for a sleepover with Heather and Tina. Susan had told her best friends about her time with Mia, her mom, and of course, they had told their mother. Mia knew about Cheryl and the sexual relationships she had with her daughters, but she was not aware that Cheryl and the girls knew about her and Susan.

That news was about to be shared with Mia, mostly because none of them could wait to have sex with the beautiful brunette. It was how that information would be shared that made the difference. Cheryl and her daughters had a plan that not even Susan was aware of.

When the doorbell rang, Tina and Heather, already naked and very horny from playing around with each other much of the afternoon, scampered into the den where they began to make out. Neither girl had come yet, on Cheryl’s orders. “I want you both dying to come when we finally get together,” she had said.

Cheryl went to answer the door. Opening it, she felt her heart skip at the sight of the mother and daughter.

Mia was wearing a light blue pleated skirt with a semi-sheer egg-shell colored blouse with a plainly visible camisole beneath to hide her bra. Her long, brown hair hung down in waves that reached the middle of her back, with a slender rope of hair crossing over each shoulder in a way that seemed to frame her breasts.

Mia now saw Cheryl in a totally different light. Because she knew that the gorgeous mother was involved in an incestuous relationship with her two daughters, as she was with Susan, she started imagining Cheryl naked as she stood in the doorway and stepping aside to let them in. Mia felt her clit begin to throb at the image. She couldn’t help herself, really. She’d already masturbated twice to images of Cheryl, her two daughters, and Susan since learning of their secret.

Each woman noticed the other’s stares but did not mention them.

“Come in, ladies,” Cheryl said as they entered. “Susan, the girls are in the den. Why don’t you join them?”

Cheryl’s face as she looked at Susan clued the girl in that something was up, so she went directly to the den, leaving her mother and Cheryl to chat. She could only imagine what they might chat about, but she thought it might be about sex. When she entered the den, she was positive that’s what Cheryl would talk about with her mom.

Tina and Heather were on the sofa, kissing and touching each other. Heather’s hand was softly stroking Tina’s thigh, and Tina’s hand was massaging Heather’s small boobs and pinching the nipples.

“Don’t just stand there, silly,” said Heather. “Get naked!”

With a quick glance at the door and a slight hesitation as she wondered if her mom would be okay if she walked in on this, Susan grinned and began stripping. She figured she would just let Cheryl handle things.

Meanwhile, Cheryl invited Mia in for a glass of wine.

“Oh, no, really. I should probably get home.”

“I thought your husband was out of town this weekend,” Cheryl said. “At least that’s what Susan told the girls.”

Mia was caught. The fact was she wasn’t sure she could trust herself around Cheryl. She had always considered her extremely sexy, and now that she knew so much about her sex life, that opinion was only strengthened. “Well, yes, but… I mean… I have some laundry that needs doing.” Laundry, Mia thought to herself. I’m such a terrible liar! The mental admonition made her blush as she realized how bad her excuse was.

“Laundry can wait. Please?” Cheryl asked, smiling. “If you go now, I’ll think my company is less desirable than doing laundry.”

Mia took a deep breath. I can do this! she thought. “Okay. Of course your company is preferable to doing laundry. Anything is preferable to that!” she said, blushing even more when she realized how that might be taken — as if chatting with Cheryl was only barely better. “I mean… um…”

“That’s fine,” Cheryl laughed. “I know what you mean.”

Mia followed Cheryl to the the eat-in kitchen and sat down while Cheryl served the wine.

Cheryl plunged right in. “I know you know.”

“Know what?” Mia asked, hoping it wasn’t what she thought it might be, yet nearly craving that it was.

“You know,” said Cheryl.

“I… uh… well, I’m really not sure what you mean.”

“About me.”

“Yes?”

“And my girls.”

Oh, my God! Mia thought. It IS that!

“You and your girls?” Mia said, wondering where the hell this was going.

“Yes, I know Susan told you about us.”

Mia realized she could continue to look like a moron and keep denying what she knew, or she could admit it and find out what this was about.

It was then it hit her. If they knew she knew about them, then they knew about her and Susan.

“Oh, dear God! She told you?!”

“About the two of you? Of course.” Cheryl set her wine glass down and took the wine glass from Mia, who was so shocked she looked as though she might drop it. Then she took Mia’s hand and rose from the table.

“Come with me. I’ve something to show you,” Cheryl said, and led Mia to the den.

As they entered the room, she looked at Mia and smiled. “Aren’t they lovely?”

Mia looked at the three little girls, all completely naked and involved in sex with each other. Lovely? she thought. That wasn’t the word she would choose. Intoxicatingly sexy would be more like it. The sight caused her clit, which had been fairly erect since entering the home, to tremble inside her panties. This was what she had fantasized about, and what she only now admitted to herself she wanted to see and be a part of.

This was heaven.

As Mia looked on, Heather was lying back on the sofa with her eyes closed. She was breathing a bit heavily, and Mia knew this was the effects of the lust she was feeling. Heather’s younger sister Tina and her own daughter Susan were between Heather’s spread legs. Each had her mouth situated so that they each had one half of the delicate pussy to herself. The two girls had their tongues pressed against Heather’s small swollen clitoris, each attacking the nubbin from their side, slathering the pebble of flesh with saliva and Heather’s own juices. Heather herself was busy squeezing the small hills of her boobs and pinching the petite, coral-colored nipples. As the two women watched, still unnoticed, Heather began to climax.

Shudders rippled throughout her body, and her breath burst from her with a moan. Her tummy clenched, causing her to do a small spontaneous crunch, lifting her back from the sofa a few inches with each spasm.

Mia was mesmerized by the sight. She could feel her mouth watering for pussy… anyone’s pussy. The room reeked of it and Mia inhaled the fragrance which teased her taste buds.

She felt movement beside her and noticed that Cheryl was undressing.

“What are you waiting for? An invitation? If so, then by all means, you’re invited. I don’t know about Susan, but Heather and Tina have been horny all day. I don’t intend to let that go to waste.” With that, Cheryl reached for the top button of Mia’s blouse and began removing the top.

Mia seemed to wake up and started helping. Cheryl was still in panties and bra, and she was dying to see this beautiful woman naked. Reaching out, Mia unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor beside the girls, who had now taken notice of their mothers.

Heather lay there, catching her breath and watching the women strip. The sight of this caused her recently ravished clit to begin stirring back to life. Tina and Susan looked at each other and grinned, their mouths shiny from their recent activity.

“Orgy time,” said Tina, and kissed Susan passionately, pushing her tongue into Susan’s willing mouth and beginning the sensual dance with Susan’s tongue.

When both mothers had finished undressing, they stood for a moment, staring at the nakedness of the other, taking the vision in and burning this moment into their memories. Then they joined together and kissed, imitating their daughters.

Heather managed to stand up and join them, kissing first her mother and then Mia, going back and forth with the two women and relishing the different feel of each woman’s kiss. Her mother’s lips were like soft, warm biscuits–tender to the touch. Mia’s lips were firmer, but no less pleasant. Her kisses seemed more insistent, as if the lust she felt had settled in her mouth and was attempting to enter Heather’s body to seduce her.

Soon, Susan and Tina had stood up as well and each was busy playing with her mother’s boobs.

Finally, the kisses ended, and Cheryl said, “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

Two women and their naked young daughters padded through the house and lay on Cheryl’s large king-size bed.

Looking at Mia, Cheryl said, “What do you say you take my daughters, and I take yours?”

“That’s a lovely idea,” Mia answered and her eyes twinkled as she stared at the naked little girls who were eager to get their mouths on Mia’s sexy body.

Susan moved to Cheryl and the two lay back, beginning to kiss. Susan placed her pussy against Cheryl’s hip and began to grind softly into the flesh there. Cheryl took Susan’s leg and pulled it across her so that it rested between her thighs, pressed against her pussy. Adult and child began to hump each other slowly while sharing tantalizing kisses as their tongues made love to each other.

Mia pulled the two sisters to her, one at each breast. The girls began to lick, suck, and nibble the offered mounds, concentrating on the nipples that capped the soft hills of flesh. While they did this, Mia cupped their butts, fondling them and making quick swipes with her fingers at their rosebuds, wondering if they’d ever had anyone touch them there while also wondering if they enjoyed it. She was afraid to do anything the girls didn’t like, so she was more or less asking their permission by making the movements quick, not allowing her fingers to rest for too long against their little buttholes.

Heather moved her butt away from Mia’s body and toward the invading fingers of the woman’s right hand.

“Do you like that?” Mia asked.

“Fuck yeah,” said Heather.

Mia was momentarily taken aback by the adult language, but decided it must be acceptable to Cheryl that they could use such words in bed. Who was she to complain? That was her own favorite word while having sex.

“Me, too,” said Tina, pausing from making love to the woman’s breast. “Would you put a finger inside me there?”

Mia once again thought she was in heaven. She pushed gently at the girls’ buttholes and felt the flesh give way to allow her finger to enter to the first knuckle. The girls began to sway their hips slightly, as if their butts were dancing with the fingers.

Susan had moved to Cheryl’s breasts and was busy having fun with each of them. Cheryl was also keeping an eye on what was happening with Mia and her daughters and noticed that there was a finger in Tina’s ass. She knew the girls loved that, including Susan, so she did the same thing to her, pushing a finger inside her small butthole and wiggling it around.

Susan reacted the same way Heather and Tina had, seeming to dance lewdly with Cheryl’s finger.

Mia felt as if she might explode. She knew what she had to do, and it had to be right then.

“I have to taste your pussies,” she said.

The sisters grinned and sat up. Mia’s fingers became dislodged for the moment as the two young sisters lay back. Mia inspected their pussies before beginning the oral lovemaking. Heather’s pussy was nearly bald, but a small patch of downy hair was gathered at the top of the girl’s slit. Tina’s, on the other hand, was completely bare.

It was this smooth pussy Mia chose to lick first.

She moved down and placed her mouth over the girl’s mound without actually touching it, savoring the moment and the aroma of the juices that were flowing from deep inside the girl’s vagina. Finally, she bent her head down and placed her entire mouth over the pussy, licking along the slit and gathering the juices onto her tongue and swallowing, only to spear the small slit again and repeat the action. She felt like a cat drowning on the finest cream. After a minute spent on Tina’s pussy, she moved to Heather’s and repeated what she’d done with Tina’s. The taste was stronger. She licked it up and bathed Heather’s clit and labia with her tongue for a minute before moving back to Tina.

She alternated like this for several minutes, each time the girl she was licking got closer and closer to a climax. Finally, Tina said, “Don’t stop!” and within seconds she had fallen over the waterfall of sexual pleasure and welcomed the orgasm that seized her. When Tina had finished coming, Mia moved to Heather, who was busy rubbing her slit. She seemed intent on reaching an orgasm with or without Mia’s help.

Mia preferred to help the young girl to paradise. She covered the girl’s pussy and devoured the sexual essence spilling from her, licking and making love to the soft lips and firm clit. Heather crested almost immediately into her second orgasm. She bucked against Mia’s jaws, and the woman barely managed to maintain contact with the twelve year old’s pussy throughout the intense spasms.

Moans and screams of lust filled the air as Mia looked over to see her own daughter in a sixty-nine with Cheryl. The woman and child were coming simultaneously, grinding through the orgasms. Each had her mouth locked onto the other’s pussy and a finger inside the other’s butt.

“Now you lie back and we’ll do you,” Tina said, and Mia complied without hesitation. She was eager to come in these girls’ mouths.

“Do me the way Tina and Susan did you,” Mia said to Heather.

“We will,” she said. With that, the girls moved down to Mia’s pussy, which was smooth except for the small ‘landing strip’ of dark pubic hair.

They each took a half of the woman’s pussy and began licking, kissing, and sucking the wet, tender flesh of Mia’s labia and clit. Soon she was feeling the orgasm rush toward her before it hit her like a large ocean wave. Just before the climax began, she heard Cheryl coming again with Susan lapping at the woman like a starving animal.

Mia bucked and shook as the orgasm took her. She felt the explosion of pleasure that spread throughout her body from her very center.

Finally, drained for the moment, she collapsed. Her daughter and Cheryl were also separating from each other to lie back and bask in the post-orgasmic glow.

Mia spoke first. “Do you think we can make this a regular thing?”

“Of course. If the girls want that,” said Cheryl.

Three little girls all giggled with glee to indicate how much they wanted it.

“You’re staying the night, aren’t you?” Heather asked.

“Well, honey, your mom hasn’t invited me to stay.”

“She is now,” said Cheryl, smiling at Mia. “I figure the girls can sleep in Heather and Tina’s room, and you can sleep in here with me.” The implication was obvious. This way the girls could have their own fun while the two women enjoyed another adult for a change of pace.

“I don’t suppose it matters that I don’t have any pajamas,” Mia said, returning the smile.

“If you wore them, I’d just have to rip them off you.”

The women laughed at that, and soon the girls got up to go to Heather and Tina’s bedroom to leave the women together for more sex.

They all kissed each other goodnight, which nearly derailed the plans of separating the adult women from the young girls; however, it ended up serving to stoke the fires of lust in all of them, which would be attended to in their respective rooms.

Continue on to Chapter 17

By Cheryl Taggert

To my readers: I have changed the name of the character formerly called Lily. The person whose name I used for this character has asked me to no longer use it. At first, I said no, but having reflected on the request, I am going to oblige her. I hope this does not cause any undue confusion on your part. Her new name is Becca, short of Rebecca, one of my favorite names. Thank you for understanding. Now, on to chapter 15!

Becca was lying in bed a few days after the orgy, thinking how she’d rather do many other things besides going to work at Subway in the local mall.

She was also thinking about her pussy. It was wet again. Her clit was tingling, begging for attention. It occurred to her that this was happening much more often since that day in the mall when eleven-year-old Tina Daniels had more or less seduced her in the mall restroom. It seemed her pussy was always crying to be touched, and the abundant fluids dripping from her were the tears.

She glanced at her bedside clock and realized she had time for a quick come before she would have to get up and get ready for work, where she was certain no eleven-year-old would stop by to have sex that day.

As she reached down and began her life’s most pleasant massage, her phone rang. She knew it was her best friend and first lover, Carolyn, because of the ringtone — a few bars of J. Holiday’s “Bed.” It fit Carolyn perfectly.

Becca continued rubbing lightly as she answered her phone.

“Hey, lover,” she cooed.

“Hey yourself. Whatcha doin’?” Carolyn asked.

“Tip-toeing through the tulips,” Becca said. She was referring to an old song they’d listened to from way back in the sixties that a friend had told them about by some guy named Tiny Tim. They had started joking about how their fingers were tip-toeing through the two lips when they masturbated.

“You’re such a slut,” Carolyn said, giggling.

“Yeah, don’t you love it?”

“You know it, girl. Can I stay on and listen to you come?”

“Sure. Wish you were here to help me,” said Becca, sighing as she felt her breath quicken.

“Me, too. Hey, can I put you on speaker? Candace is here.”

“Sure,” Becca said, and heard the sound quality alter as Carolyn put her on speaker phone.

“She’s doing it?” she heard Candace say, obviously referring to Becca and the fact she was masturbating.

“Yeah. Listen in. She’s gonna come soon,” Candace said.

“Hi, Becca,” Candace said, greeting her older sister’s best friend.

“Hey, lovebug,” Becca replied. “Still sexy?”

Candace giggled. Becca could hear some rustling.

“Carolyn? You in your room?”

Carolyn laughed. “Of course not. We’re in the kitchen with Mom and Dad. We’re all listening to you rub one off.”

“Smart ass!” Becca said. Carolyn’s parents were gone early each weekday for work.

“Yeah, we’re in my room.”

“Get naked with me,” Becca said. “We can have phone sex.”

“You’re behind the times, girly. We’re already naked,” Carolyn said.

“Touching yourselves?”

“No,” Carolyn said, and Becca heard more giggling from Candace.

“Now you’re behind the times,” Becca said, wondering if she would even be able to hold off long enough for Carolyn and Candace to reach an orgasm with her.

“Not really,” said Carolyn. “We’re touching each other.”

“Oh. That’s even better.”

Carolyn had recently told Becca about her sex life with both her sister and her Aunt Daphne, who was thirty-four. Becca and Carolyn had spoken since then and Carolyn had told Candace that Becca knew everything about their fun. They’d already talked about getting together soon. Carolyn hoped to be able to get Aunt Daphne involved as well.

“I wish I could be there. I want to lick Candace and you both,” Becca said, feeling her orgasm begin to build deep in her loins.

“Oh my God!” Candace said. “Would you really?”

“In a hot second!” said Becca.

“She’s very wet,” Carolyn said.

“I bet she’s also delicious,” said Becca.

“Let me check,” Becca heard Carolyn say, and then there was more rustling as Carolyn apparently moved to lick her little sister’s bald pussy.

“Oh, shit!” said Candace. “That feels so good! Becca, would you let me lick you too?”

“Of course, lovebug. I’d insist on it, in fact.”

“C’mere, Care. Let me lick you too,” Becca heard Candace say, using her shortened name for Carolyn that she often used. Becca smiled. Candace was always shortening names. She often called her Becks, even though Becca was not very long.

Becca could hear the two sisters moaning as they enjoyed their hot sixty-nine. She felt her own orgasm rush up on her and knew she would not be able to hold off. She had been very horny and her orgasm simply wouldn’t wait.

“Oh, God!” she grunted as the tremors hit and washed over her, bringing both satisfaction and a desire for more.

When she’d finished coming, Becca listened as her best friend devoured the pussy of her baby sister, who was licking her much older sister’s pussy as well. Becca wished she didn’t have to work today. She would love to enjoy a day in bed with Carolyn and Candace, each of them doing to each other whatever they wanted to do. She pictured the girls, one seventeen, the other only ten, locked in a sexy sixty-nine and wondered if Candace had ever had a finger in her cute little butt. Then she remembered how long Carolyn had been having sex with Candace and realized that of course she had.

Becca heard a muffled, “Gonna come!” that sounded like Carolyn, and come she did. Becca could hear the moans and pictured the sisters together. As soon as Carolyn’s orgasm was beginning to wane, Candace started coming.

Becca was so envious of her best friend. She had a sexy little sister who loved lesbian sex and their parents were both out of the house by 7:30 each morning. This allowed for a lot of sex between the sisters when they were out of school, as they were now. Becca had no sister, though she’d wanted one since she was a young girl. Now that she’d been introduced to lesbian sex, she realized if she did have a sister, there would be a lot of great things they could do together. In fact, she wondered if it would have taken so long to start doing things with other girls if she’d had a sister. She had thought about sex with girls since she was eleven and had found some lesbian porn on the internet one day when she was home alone. She’d been surprised that girls could do these things with each other and she had been curious about it ever since.

She recalled that Carolyn had been sexually active with her aunt since the age of eight and that reinforced her conviction that she would have started much earlier herself if she’d only had a partner who was just as adventurous. Not only that, but Carolyn had seduced Candace when she was thirteen and Candace was only six. The thought of licking the bare pussy of a six-year-old made her pussy spasm and ask for another go.

Becca would have to ignore this request, though. It was time to get ready for work.

“Fuck!” she heard Carolyn say.

“Was it good?” Becca asked.

“Girl, you gotta get over here soon and let Candace do her magic on you. You’re gonna love it,” Carolyn said, still trying to catch her breath.

“I’m off tomorrow,” Becca said.

“Then come over here in the morning and GET off!” Carolyn said.

Becca heard Candace giggle again, but the chuckle lacked the energy of her earlier laughter.

“Hey, Candace, your sister’s good at that, too, isn’t she?” Becca asked.

“Don’t you know it,” Candace said.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do,” Becca answered. “Hey, I gotta go now. I have to get ready for work before I get fired.”

“See you tomorrow,” said Carolyn.

“Yeah, tomorrow,” said Candace, “when I’ll lick your pussy and let you lick mine!”

“Can’t wait! Bye, now!” Becca said.

“Bye-bye,” the sisters echoed each other.

Becca hung up, looked down at her still horny pussy, and said to it, “You are in for such a treat.”

Becca then got up to get ready for work, starting with a shower. She really couldn’t wait until she could visit Carolyn and Candace tomorrow, but she knew she would have to.

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Monica Duncan awoke that same morning wishing she could get together with Susan, Heather, and Tina for some wild all-girl sex. She had Susan’s number and thought of calling her.

She was also thinking about the weird conversation with her mother, Ashley, a few days before. Her mom had admitted to masturbating and seemed open to the idea that they could do it whenever the two of them were alone in the house and not worry about being caught. Monica had never thought about her mom that way before, and now the very idea of it intrigued her. What would it be like to watch Mom getting herself off?

She walked down the hallway to go to the bathroom and noticed her mother’s door was slightly ajar but thought nothing of it. She continued to the bathroom and peed before taking a bath. She then remembered that she’d used the last of her shampoo. Turning on the water to fill the tub, she left the bathroom and padded down the hallway to retrieve the new bottle that she had left in her room.

When she passed her mother’s door, she froze. She heard something and it made her stop in her tracks. It was a moan. A small one, but it was definitely a moan. The kind that accompanied her own masturbation. Was her mother…? She stood still and continued to listen, moving her ear closer to the slightly opened door to her mother’s bedroom. Yes, her mother was definitely masturbating. She could even hear the slick sounds of her fingers moving between her wet pussy lips.

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Ashley Duncan had awoken that morning feeling on edge. She had felt this way since the conversation she’d had with her daughter, Monica. Since then, she had thought a lot about sex. She had also thought a lot about her daughter. For some reason the image of her daughter masturbating had filled her mind on more than one occasion. She would picture herself walking in on Monica and catching her with a couple of fingers in her young pussy. She had not seen Monica totally naked in over a year, since the adolescent need for privacy had asserted itself. Ashley had not really thought about Monica without clothes until the conversation they’d had about masturbation and not worrying about being caught doing it. Now, she wondered if her daughter had any pubic hair yet. It was hard for her to admit to herself that she wanted to know this… no, not to know it but to see it.

She had lain awake for a bit, wondering if she should relieve this built-up tension and, with it, the odd desires she was starting to have concerning her daughter.

When she had heard Monica walking past her door and go into her bathroom, she decided that this would be a good time for an orgasm. Monica, she knew, would spend at least forty-five minutes in the bathroom when she bathed, sometimes more. The moment she thought about this, a sudden realization hit her. Of course. Monica was spending that much time in there because she was masturbating. She wondered why she hadn’t realized it before now. Monica’s baths used to be short, but since about two years ago, they had grown progressively longer.

She heard the tub start and moved her hand to her now soaked pussy. God, she was wet! A moan escaped her lips as she touched the tender area. As she moaned, she began to play what was becoming a common fantasy in her head. This time it involved walking into Monica’s bathroom without knocking and catching her with her fingers busily rubbing her center into orgasm.

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Monica decided to peek into her mom’s bedroom to find out if she could see her mom doing it. Quietly and slowly moving the door further open, she waited a moment to see if her mom had noticed. When only the sloshing sounds of fingers in pussy met her ears, she carefully peeked around the edge of the door.

What she saw took her breath away. Her mother was lying on top of the covers, her legs spread and her hand massaging the bare pussy at the top of the inverted V. Monica could even see that her mother was shaved. Her pussy was as bald as her own had been prior to starting to grow pubic hair. Monica’s pussy had a small patch of wiry hair at the very top of her slit, and a fringe of hair that grew along the edges of her labia. It amazed her that she was only twelve but had more hair than her mom did down there.

Monica looked up along her mother’s body. Now there was a hand pinching and squeezing her boob and nipple, massaging the breasts that Monica suddenly realized were beautiful. She had an image of herself on the bed with her mom and sucking those small, pink nipples that capped the small mounds of her mother’s breasts. Just as suddenly, she fantasized that the hand in her mother’s pussy was hers, not her mom’s. She imagined what it would feel like to touch her there, to feel the slippery wetness.

To bring that wetness to her mouth and suck her fingers clean.

Monica could feel the juices wetting the gusset of her panties. She was so horny she pulled her panties down, letting them puddle at her feet, and began to explore herself. The pleasure was so great she closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of her fingers and the vision of her mom on the bed doing exactly what she was doing now. She moaned without even realizing it.

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Ashley heard something, and looked toward the door of her bedroom. What she saw changed her life forever.

Her daughter was standing outside her door, which was now open enough for Monica’s face to be clearly seen in the gap between door and jamb. Monica’s eyes were closed, but the look on her face made it obvious what was happening. Ashley could see that Monica’s shoulder was moving in such a way to indicate her hand was very busy below her waist. The thought thrilled her. Monica had looked in and caught her masturbating, and now she was doing the same.

Ashley had not stopped rubbing herself and pinching her nipples, though the speed and urgency had decreased for a moment when she saw her daughter. Now, she went back to what she had been doing while pretending she hadn’t seen Monica masturbating in her doorway.

The thought that she was being watched made the pleasure increase ten-fold. Ashley was now very close to orgasm. The thought her daughter would see — and enjoy — her having an orgasm, pushed her over the top.

Ashley groaned loudly as she came. Spasms rippled throughout her body, causing her to jerk and shudder with the intensity of the orgasm.

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Monica heard the loud moan and opened her eyes. Her mother was now thrashing about on the bed, obviously coming. The realization that she was watching her mother in the throes of an orgasm, sent the twelve-year-old into what could only be described as an explosion of pleasure. She went to her knees, and her eyes squeezed shut with the force of the orgasm. She became aware that she was now moaning… loudly. When it occurred to her that her mother might be able to hear her, she forced her eyes to open.

Her mother was now lying on the bed on her side, facing the door and looking at her.

She knew.

Embarrassed that she’d gotten so turned on watching her mother bring herself off, Monica stood and scampered to the bathroom, nearly tripping on her panties around her ankles before she managed to get them off completely. Being unable to think of what else to do, she turned off the water and climbed into the tub. She thought momentarily about sinking her head under and drowning herself, but knew that she would never do that. She just wanted to be gone from the world.

Her mother knew she’d watched her masturbate and gotten herself off at the same time. This thought kept running through her head. What would she think? Would she think I’m some sort of pervert? she thought. Of course, she was, but she didn’t want her mom knowing that.

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Ashley made a decision, knowing there could be serious repercussions from it. She realized that not only did she lust after her own daughter, but her daughter lusted after her as well. That fact required they talk about this. She knew Monica was embarrassed about being caught watching her mother and masturbating, and she wanted to make sure she didn’t feel guilty or bad about it in any way.

Rising from her bed on wobbly knees, she went down the hall to Monica’s bathroom.

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Monica heard a soft knock at the door, which startled her, making her body jerk and causing water to splash onto the floor. She just sat there, crying now, afraid to say anything as if doing so would make her mom go away and forget what she saw.

“Sweetie, we need to talk,” Ashley said.

“I don’t want to,” Monica answered as a sob escaped her.

“I know, honey. But we still need to talk about this. We can’t let it ruin our relationship.”

“You must hate me!” Monica sobbed.

“Oh, honey. No! Mommy doesn’t hate you. I could never hate you! Please? May I please come in? It’s more important than you know that we talk.”

Monica knew they would have to talk eventually about this anyway. It wasn’t as if they could avoid seeing each other for the rest of their lives.

“Okay,” she said, “you can come in.”

Ashley opened the bathroom door and stepped into the steamy room, closing the door behind her. Monica saw that she was still naked. Again, the beauty took her breath away. It wasn’t that she was some supermodel, but Monica found her beautiful.

“Is there room in there for me?” Ashley asked.

“I… I guess.” Monica was so shocked her mom was naked and was now going to get into the tub with her that she stopped crying.

“Scootch forward,” Ashley said.

Monica moved her butt forward to allow her mother room to get into the standard sized tub. It was a tight fit. When her mom was situated behind her, Monica adjusted herself some so her legs could stretch out a bit. Ashley placed her own legs around Monica so her legs were draped along her daughter’s legs. Monica could feel her mother’s bald pussy pressed against the top of her butt crack. It felt wonderful.

Ashley enfolded her daughter with her arms, pulling her back against her chest. She, too, was well aware that her pussy was pressed against Monica’s butt. Ashley’s pussy had continued to buzz following the massive orgasm. The tingling remained and did not seem eager to go away, especially now that they were both naked and pressed against each other in the tub.

She could feel Monica’s back pressed against her boobs, and the contact made her nipples pucker despite the heat in the small, steam-filled bathroom.

Ashley had not thought about where this would lead, but it certainly occurred to her now.

Monica felt her mother’s nipples as they hardened against the skin of her back. Along with the feel of the bare pussy against her butt, Monica realized this was as intimate as she could ever recall being with her mother. Their naked flesh was pressed together, and the sensations this caused stirred deep emotions and desires within her.

“Sweetie,” Ashley began, “it’s okay. What you did… and what I did. It’s okay.”

“But I was watching you,” Monica said, feeling the tears returning. “It was more than just doing it to myself. I was–” Monica again burst into tears. Ashley let her cry for a moment, knowing she needed this emotional release.

Finally, she pulled her closer again, mashing her boobs more firmly against her daughter’s back. “I know you were watching me, and it’s okay.”

“But that makes me some kind of perv!”

“No, honey, it doesn’t. It makes you… honest.”

“Honest?” Monica couldn’t understand how watching her mom masturbate and getting turned on about it made her ‘honest’.

“You felt something and acted on it. We can’t help how certain things make us feel. It’s just who we are. If watching me masturbate turned you on and you accepted that and did something about it, that makes you honest with yourself and your feelings.”

“You weren’t, like, disgusted?”

“No, honey. Far from it.”

“What d’ya mean?”

“Can I be honest with you while being honest with myself?” Ashley asked, needing permission to talk about what she was going to discuss about herself.

“Sure.”

“It turned me on.”

Monica froze. Again, her tears dried up from the shock of her mother’s answer. “Turned you on?”

“Yes, honey. You see, if I’m going to be honest with you, I have to tell you I saw you before you climaxed. I knew you were watching me.”

Monica’s eyes widened at this. “You… knew?”

“Yes, baby. I heard you moan a bit and looked at my door. Your eyes were closed and I could tell you were masturbating. It turned me on. A lot.”

“You liked me watching you?”

“Yes. I didn’t realize I would, but when it happened, I was so turned on that I had a big orgasm.”

“Wow. Really?”

“Yes, really. I noticed you had a big one yourself.”

Monica looked back over her shoulder and could see her mother was smiling. This made Monica smile, too. Yes, everything would be alright, after all. She was glad she hadn’t drowned herself.

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Can I ask you a question, and will you be honest in your answer? No matter what it sounds like to say it?” Ashley asked.

“Sure,” Monica answered, but not without some hesitation.

“What was it that turned you on so much as you watched me?”

“You won’t hate me?”

“Of course not. There’s nothing you could ever do or say that would make me hate you.”

“Well…”

“Go ahead, honey. Just say it. Tell me. Please?”

Monica noticed that her mom’s hands had moved up a bit, and her right hand was now cradling her left breast. Her mother’s hand was cupping her boob and tweaking her own daughter’s nipple. Did Mom realize she was doing this? Basically feeling her up? Realizing this, she felt she could go ahead and tell her mom the most secret part of what she’d been thinking in the hallway while she watched her mom.

“Well, I was… I guess… well… I was thinking and imagining… stuff.”

“What stuff?” Ashley asked. Her hand continued to fondle her daughter’s breast, though Ashley hadn’t been aware of it until that moment. It had almost been a reflexive action.

“Well.. like as if… as if I was on the bed with you and…”

“And what?” Ashley asked, becoming even more aware of her daughter’s butt against her pussy. Her hands began to explore her daughter’s boobs openly, pinching the nipples lightly. She could tell Monica was aware of this and her breathing told Ashley that Monica was enjoying it.

“That I was sucking and kissing your boobs… and…”

“And?” Ashley’s breathing had become more labored as well. She was practically panting. The sudden realization that she was in the process of seducing her daughter made her blush, but not with shame — with desire.

“And that it was my hand down there.”

“Down where?” Ashley was now so horny she would have done anything to get off again.

“You know…” Monica wasn’t sure what was happening, but she knew she wanted it to continue happening, whatever it was. Her pussy was suddenly in need of attention, and for the first time she thought it might be motherly attention. She nearly came just imagining it.

“I know?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not absolutely certain which “down there” you mean.”

“Huh?” Monica asked, confused.

“Show me.”

“Show… you?”

“Yes. Show me. Put your hand where you were imagining it to be while you watched me masturbating in my bed. Show me. I need to be sure.” Ashley paused before adding, “But only if you want to… show me, that is.”

Monica realized this would change everything. For the better, she hoped. If her mother could also be her lover, they would be able to enjoy each other anytime they wanted. They could sleep together.

And fuck.

“Well, here,” Monica said, and reached behind her back and pushed her hand down to where her mother’s bald pussy was pressed against her butt. Even beneath the water her palm and fingers could feel the wetness coating her mother’s mound. The feel of the smooth skin made her want to cry out in ecstasy. She was also aware of the feel of her hand against her own skin where her crack began. It had always been a very tender spot.

“Is that what you were  imagining? Touching me there? Feeling my pussy?” It was the first time she had used that word with her daughter. The sound of it made Ashley squirm deliciously inside.

Monica just nodded in response, too excited to even speak, afraid that to do so would destroy the moment and cause her mom to make her remove her hand, which she was very reluctant to do.

Instead, her mother took things further.

“Do you want to put a finger inside me?”

Monica nodded again.

“If that’s what you want, then do it. Put a finger inside me. Feel how wet I am.” Then she added again, “But only if you want to.”

Ashley began to feel as if she were another person entirely. She had never thought about this before with her daughter, but now it was all she wanted to do. She suddenly decided to call in to work and play sick. She wasn’t due there for another three hours, but she had a suspicion she wouldn’t be wanting to go.

Monica put a finger inside her mother’s vagina, pushing it inside through the opening where she had first entered the world. She felt her mother stiffen at the contact.

“Do you like doing that as much as you thought you would?”

“Yesss,” Monica answered.

“Have you ever thought you’d like for me to play with your pussy too?”

Again, Monica said, “Yesss.”

She felt Ashley’s hand move down across her tummy, approaching her pussy, which nearly ached with the need to be touched. When finally her mother’s hand arrived at her pussy, she inhaled with a hiss at the sudden pleasure.

Ashley had one hand on her daughter’s pussy and another on Monica’s left breast. She was acutely aware of Monica’s hand and the finger that had entered her. She decided to take the plunge. If they were going to be lovers, they should be more comfortable than this.

“Sweetie, would you like to go to Mommy’s room and get on the bed? We can do what you imagined yourself doing.”

“Oh, yessss,” Monica hissed. She couldn’t believe it! She was going to make love with her mother! It seemed too good to be true and she thought to herself, If I’m dreaming, please don’t wake up until after we do this!

“Let’s get out and dry off,” Ashley said.

Once they were dry, Ashley took her daughter’s hand and led her to the bedroom. She realized Monica was actually the second girl much younger than she was that she’d managed to have sex with. The other had been a girl she’d babysat one summer.

Ashley wondered if she would ever tell Monica about that, then dismissed the thought until later.

There were more important things to do, and other than the phone call to work she placed an hour later and a break for food, they remained in bed the rest of the day.

Continue on to Chapter 16

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

After Mia had finished describing how, in the dream, she’d made love to Susan and her friend Heather, she looked at her daughter to see the effects hearing about this had on her. She wondered in the split second between finishing her story and seeing Susan’s face whether she would be upset, puzzled, or interested. Did it turn her twelve-year-old daughter on as much as it had turned Mia on to relive it again? Or was this going too far? Would the idea of having sex with her mom and her best friend disgust her in a way that masturbating with her mother did not?

One look told Mia all she needed to know.

Her daughter had her hand once again at her pussy, rubbing it softly. The glazed look in her eyes was one Mia recognized as a glow of intense desire for sex. Still, she wanted to hear the words from Susan. She needed verbal acknowledgement that Susan wanted even more from their relationship.

“Did that story turn you on?” she asked her daughter.

“Oh, Mommy. Yes. You don’t know how much,” Susan answered, gasping as she touched her clit and received a magnificent jolt of pleasure.

As her mother had told her about the sex dream she’d had the night before, Susan tried to convince herself this was real. They were actually together in Mom’s Jacuzzi tub and had masturbated to mutual orgasms just moments before, and now Mom was telling her she had dreamed about sex with her and Heather.

Then the story got better. Mom admitted to masturbating last night because the dream had been so intense. Susan was dizzy with both desire and disbelief. This night had turned out so much better than she could have hoped. She listened as her mom told her about masturbating in Susan’s bed while sniffing a pair of panties Susan had worn. Mia had mentioned how stiff the panties had been with Susan’s dried juices and how she’d done something she’d never done before. Not only did Mia sniff them, but she also stuck the gusset into her mouth and sucked the juices from them.

By this point of the story, Susan had become involved in masturbating again, but doing so softly and slowly in order not to interrupt her mother’s story. Susan wanted that story to go on forever.

Now, Mom was asking her if the story turned her on. Turned her on?! She felt she was about to melt into a puddle of pussy juice!

Susan decided now was the time. There may never be another moment like this, and she was determined she and her mother would make love before her father got home.

She lifted her pussy above the water in the tub, exposing it to Mia’s gaze.

“Touch me, Mommy! Please?! If you touch me, I’ll come.”

“You really want me to do this? To touch your pussy?” Mia couldn’t believe her ears.

“Yes, please!” Susan begged.

Mia reached out then hesitated. This would be even more of a life-altering event than masturbating together. In fact, masturbating together would pale in comparison. This would signal the beginning of a change in the dynamic of their relationship from mother-daughter to incestuous lovers. Would Susan be able to listen to her as her mother if she did this? Despite how much she wanted to touch Susan, she was afraid to take that step.

“What’s wrong?” Susan asked, the desperation evident in her voice.

“Sweetheart, I’m your mother.”

“I know! I’ve wanted to make love to you for a long time!”

“Yes, but…if we do this, will you still be my daughter? Will you still listen to me the way you always have? I have to know you won’t decide because we’re lovers that you don’t have to listen to me anymore.”

Susan was nearly crying with need. The need to be touched. The need for a sexual touch from her mother. The mother she had longed for. The mother she wanted to kiss and touch. And lick and suck.

“You’ll always be my mommy. No matter what. This will only make it better. I swear.”

Mia still hesitated, but her eyes were now staring at the sticky-wet pussy that awaited her touch…and possibly more.

“Please, Mommy! I love you!”

“I love you too, honey.”

“Then make love to me!”

Mia’s gaze returned to the nearly hairless pussy presented to her so she could do what she wanted to it. Yes. What she wanted. That was, after all, the key to all of this. Mia wanted to touch her daughter. To finger her. To kiss her. To lick her pussy.

And have her daughter do the same to her.

With a final panting breath, Mia reached forward and touched her daughter’s pussy for the first time since Susan had grown old enough to bathe herself. The touch was like completing an electrical connection. The touch bonded them in a way nothing else ever could. The touch was a glue with a permanent holding power.

The touch was love.

Susan began bucking her hips in the tub, splashing the water and wringing a deep moan from her. She felt two of Mia’s fingers enter her pussy just a bit and her thumb land directly on her clit. Susan erupted in an orgasm that seemed to grab her and shake her like a rag doll.

Mia kept contact with Susan’s clit while her daughter climaxed. She reminded herself that they would never be able to do this when Dan was home. Susan was nearly screaming with the intensity of her orgasm.

Dan! The realization that he would be home that evening awoke Mia from the mesmerizing effect of their time in the tub. She glanced at the clock over the toilet and sighed with a rush of relief. It was still early yet. Dan wouldn’t be home for at least another ninety minutes. They had plenty of time.

When Susan had calmed from her massive orgasm, she moved across the tub to embrace Mia.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

“It was my pleasure,” Mia said, holding this wonderfully beautiful young girl she had pushed into the world.

Yes, they had plenty of time, but only if they took advantage of the time they had. There was still dinner to make. Then Mia remembered the frozen pizza. She’d have to make some excuse to Dan for serving such a thrown-together meal, but she knew she could come up with one.

Now, however, was the time for other things. Like having sex with her young daughter for the first time. The thought that it would be the first time made Mia realize that this implied there would be more.

And she was completely happy with that idea now.

“Sweetie, let’s get out of the tub. The water’s getting cold.”

“What do you want to do?” Susan asked, a mischievous smile crossing her face.

“Let’s go to your room. It’ll be easier to make your bed, and if we don’t get to it, your father won’t suspect anything if he sees it in disarray since you sometimes forget to make it.” Mia smiled at her daughter. It was the first time she had ever been happy her daughter was lazy about that chore.

Once in Susan’s bedroom, they lay together on the bed and turned to each other, staring into eyes that spoke of love and desire. They kissed as lovers for the first time. The kiss started tenderly, but as their passion rose, so did the intensity of the kiss. Tongues sought each other and twined together in a lustful dance. Their breathing became gasps and moans.

Susan moved to Mia’s breasts and began to kiss, lick, and suck them, relishing the feel of her mother’s nipples in her mouth for the first time since she’d been a baby getting her nourishment from this fountain of love.

Mia lay back and concentrated on the magnificent feelings that washed over her. Not only was her pussy dripping, but her nipples were also responding to her daughter’s mouth and tongue with delight. They stiffened as if puckering for the kisses they received.

Susan finally moved to Mia’s pussy. She breathed in the pungent aromas of her mother’s most intimate place before reaching the tip of her tongue toward her clit to taste it quickly, almost shyly. Then she began licking the delicious pussy all over with an almost insane passion. She felt hands on her hips, urging her to move into a sixty-nine, and she happily swung her left leg over Mia’s face to plant her pussy on Mia’s mouth to be loved into orgasms.

Mia began to lick and suck Susan’s pussy, loving how the small amount of downy pubic hair that fringed the labia felt on her cheeks, tickling sensuously. She was nearing her own orgasm and wanted to bring her daughter along with her.

Susan was already nearly there. Her mom’s mouth seemed to be glued to her, tongue dancing on her clit, lips sucking and kissing the soft, wet flesh. The growing need of that day was about to burst into an explosion that would make her most recent climax in the tub seem small. She braced for the utter joy she knew was about to envelop her.

Just at the moment she felt her own orgasm begin to spill over whatever dam kept it contained, Susan put two fingers in Mia’s pussy and pumped them, fucking her, and placed her pinky against her butthole, tickling her mom there.

Mother and daughter burst into loud and prolonged orgasms. Shudders shook them. Neither knew how much time elapsed as they came. All they knew was the ecstasy. The passion. The joy. The finality of this one act of love.

An act of love they each knew would be repeated. Everything had changed. And a stronger, more intense love was the end result.

“You okay?” Mia asked after they had recovered enough to speak.

“Wonderful.” Susan breathed the most contented sigh of her life. She and her mother were lovers. Just like Heather and Tina were with their own mother. She considered how much she should tell her mom about her sex life before deciding that she would tell her all of it. Everything. Even about her teachers and the orgy. What objections could her mom raise now that they had been as intimate as two women could ever get?

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Did you like having sex with Heather in your dream, too?”

“Well.” Mia was unsure how to answer that. She wondered what had prompted the question. Would her daughter be jealous if she said yes? She considered lying and saying it really meant nothing, but she felt that honesty was the better choice, even if it hurt her daughter’s feelings in some way.

“Did you?” Susan asked again to prompt a response.

“Yes. I have to admit I did.”

“Good.”

Good? Mia wondered why it was good.

“Why do you ask?” Mia said.

“Because I think she’d like it too.”

“What are you saying?” Mia was confused.

“Heather and I are lovers, Mom. We have been for months.”

Mia just chuckled at this. “I wondered where you got so good at that.”

“At what?” Susan asked, smiling since she knew exactly what.

“You know. At…licking me.”

“Oh. That!” Susan giggled. “Yeah, she and I have been doing that for a while now. Tina too.”

“You mean you’ve had sex with Tina? Heather’s little sister?”

“Uh-huh. And so has Heather.”

“Really?” This was news indeed. She considered this revelation. Heather and Tina, both very cute girls, were incestuous lovers themselves. Mia began to imagine them together. It was a sexy image, to say the least. Had she not been recently drained of sexual energy, she would have become very horny with the picture forming in her mind.

“Yeah.” She hesitated for a second before continuing. This would be the real bombshell. “And so has their mom, Cheryl.”

What? Had Susan just said their mother had sex with them?

“What did you say?” Mia asked, thinking she had certainly misunderstood.

“Their mom, Cheryl. She has sex with them, too.”

“With her daughters?! With Heather and Tina?!”

“Yeah.”

“When did this start?”

“Yesterday. She was even at the orgy.”

Now Mia was completely aghast. “What orgy?!”

“The one at my teachers’ condo. Ms. Taylor and Ms. Simmons. We had an orgy yesterday.”

Orgy?! Had some man fucked her daughter?! “What in the hell are you talking about?! Did a man fuck you?!”

“Calm down, Mom. I’ll tell you. But don’t get upset. No. There weren’t any men there. It was all women and girls only.”

Mia crooked her elbow and put her head in her raised hand to look at Susan. Some women had had sex with her daughter? Teachers? Her first thought was murder.

Then she stopped the emotional runaway train. She was Susan’s mother, and she had just had sex with her daughter. Society would think her crime worse. Possibly the worst crime imaginable after murder.

And she had enjoyed every second of it. Even fully intended to do it again. Often, in fact.

Her anger left her in an instant, and all that was left was curiosity. Her features softened.

“You’re right. I have no right to be mad. But I do want to hear about this orgy. How did it start?”

“Well, on the last day of school, Heather and I sneaked into the woods by the school during the time we were outside playing. We wanted to have sex and we found this spot that seemed a good place for it. But Ms. Simmons followed us and caught us, but we also kinda caught her because she had a hand in her pants when we spotted her.”

“She was masturbating?”

“Uh-huh. So we ended up in a daisy chain. A daisy chain is when–”

“I know what that is, honey. I’ve actually done it before.”

This was news to Susan, of course. She didn’t know her mom had done anything with other girls until just now. Then she realized the same thing Mia had realized about her. She seemed to be very good at pussy-licking to have never done it before.

“Anyway, we did it, and then she told us she and Ms. Taylor had been doing that stuff since they were our age and now they live together as lovers, so we made a plan to meet up with them. While all that was going on, Heather and Tina’s mom, Cheryl, ended up having sex with Tina yesterday morning and got Tina to tell her about our plans, and they met us at the mall food court. That’s when Tina seduced Becca, who works at the Subway there.”

“Hold on. Tina seduced a girl from Subway?” Mia felt her head beginning to spin.

“Yeah. They did it in a stall in the girls’ bathroom. But they were sorta caught by Monica.”

“Monica?” Now Mia’s head was in full tilt mode. She began to wonder if Susan was making all this up.

“Yeah, Monica went in to pee and heard them. So she ended up listening in on our conversation with Becca at the counter at Subway. I’m not real clear how she did that, but she did. And she got the address for the orgy when we told Becca about it and invited her. So Monica ended up there, too.”

“And this was yesterday?”

“Uh-huh. So we’re at the orgy and we had a blast. Then I went home with Heather and Tina and their mom. That’s when I talked to Cheryl about how to have sex with you because I’ve wanted to for months. Ever since I discovered I could come, in fact.”

“Who all was at the orgy?” Mia asked, practically numb from all this information.

“Let’s see,” Susan thought for a moment. “Ms. Taylor and Ms. Simmons, of course. It’s their condo. And Cheryl and Heather and Tina and Becca and Monica.”

“And you,” Mia finished for her since she left herself out.

“Yeah. And me.” Susan smiled, as if proud of what she’d done.

“Did anyone force you to do that?”

“Of course not! I loved it!”

Mia finally understood that her daughter was a powerfully sexed young girl. She would almost certainly always be that way, and Mia silently accepted that Susan was who she was. Of course, Mia admitted to herself, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, either. She, too, had always been very highly sexed. Mia had been born with an overactive libido, which apparently had been passed along to her daughter.

“Why did you tell me this?” Mia asked.

“Because!” Susan said, excited yet fairly exasperated that her mom hadn’t followed the reasoning. “I want you to be a part of them, too!”

“You…”

“Yeah!”

“…want me to be a part of your orgies?” Susan nodded enthusiastically. “With your teachers and Heather, Tina, and Cheryl?”

“And Becca and Monica. They’re really cool. And they’re really good at girl-girl sex, too!”

Mia’s heart was hammering in her chest. The thought was an enticing one, to say the least. She thought Cheryl was one of the most beautiful and sexy ladies she’d ever met, and from what she could recall of the two teachers Susan mentioned, they were very sexy too.

“How old are Becca and Monica?” she asked.

“I think Becca is like, sixteen or seventeen, and Monica’s my age.” Susan paused for a second, thinking. “Wait, I remember now. Becca is seventeen.”

As Mia lay there, she could feel her clit begin to stiffen, though she knew she wouldn’t do anything about it now. She was too satisfied from the sex she’d already had, not to mention that Dan would be coming home soon.

She also knew she would definitely be joining in on the fun. And why not? Her own daughter had invited her.

Looking at Susan’s clock radio, she realized they would have to get up now and get ready for Dan to get home. She would tell Dan she’d been too busy with a project to fix a nicer dinner. The explanation had a kernel of truth to it.

“Well, let’s get going. Your dad will be home soon, and we have to be dressed when he gets here. Having him catch us like this would never do.”

Mia went back to her own room to get dressed. When Dan arrived home, Susan was watching TV, and Mia was putting the frozen pizza in the oven.

After dinner, Dan went to bed after his shower because he had a headache. Mia was grateful for that. She had already wondered what she would do if he wanted sex. She was no longer in the mood for sex after her masturbation last night and the sex with their daughter earlier.

So instead of having sex with Dan, Mia ended up cuddling with Susan on the sofa, watching a movie, and munching popcorn.

And kissing, of course.

Continue on to Chapter 15

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

When Susan arrived home, her mother had already left for work. She was both relieved and upset about that. Relieved because she wasn’t sure she was ready to bring up the topic she wanted to discuss with her mom, not to mention she was still unsure how to begin. Upset because she was anxious to get the conversation started. Her mom would say these opposite reactions meant Susan was just being twelve.

She puttered around the house for most of the day. Despite this being the start of the summer vacation, she didn’t want to do much outside. Her nerves wouldn’t let her.

She also knew her dad wouldn’t be home for nearly three hours after her mom, so they would have plenty of time to talk. Her dad was a vice-president of the company he worked for, and he rarely got home before 8 o’clock.

Susan found herself getting slightly horny thinking about the conversation she knew she would be having with her mom. She didn’t want to masturbate, but she was still feeling the desire to at least enjoy some erotica. She logged onto her computer and searched through several sites for some sexy stories. She liked stories about older women and young girls, often mothers and daughters or aunts with nieces. One of her favorite sites was called “Leslita” and another was called “Juicy Secrets.” There was an author on the second one she really enjoyed, Naughty Mommy. She liked the pure eroticism of the stories, along with how detailed they were. Susan had been reading one of Naughty Mommy’s series called “Serendipity,” and Susan was happy to find that two new chapters had been posted since the last time she’d logged in. She spent time reading them and found her panties soaked after she’d finished with the chapters. She was still somewhat sore, so she postponed doing anything about it until later — perhaps after her talk with Mom.

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Mia’s day at work couldn’t end soon enough. When quitting time finally arrived, she hurried to her car and drove home. She needed to masturbate, and a long, hot bath would give her just the time she needed to get herself off a few times. Of course, Susan would probably be home, but she thought she might be able to avoid doing anything rash with her. She was still turned on a great deal by the dream she’d had the night before, and she was well aware that Susan — and her friend Heather — would be a part of her bath-time fantasy that had been a constant companion since that morning. The visions from the dream were still rolling around in her head when she pulled into the driveway.

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Susan heard her mom’s car drive up and decided to hold off until her mom was settled in for the night before broaching the subject of sexual desires. Heather and Tina’s mom, Cheryl, had suggested she talk to her mom about sex and how she’d begun having “those” feelings “down there” and see where that led. Now that the time had arrived, she found herself reluctant to take the plunge.

Mia came in through the door, smiled at her daughter, brushed her lips against her cheek with a quick, almost dismissive, “hello” and said, “I’m going to take a hot bath,” before disappearing down the hallway that led to her bedroom and bathroom.

Susan stood in stunned silence through it all. She sat down in the den and numbly turned on the TV but watched nothing. She wondered if she’d be able to get any of her mother’s time that night after all. She’d seemed as if getting a bath was the most important thing in the world when she’d rushed down the hall, as if she smelled of garbage and perfume of skunk. She teared up a bit thinking about how her mom had practically ignored her.

She looked at the TV screen and wondered what show was playing until she realized it was an old rerun of “Who’s the Boss,” one of her mom’s favorite programs. Susan really liked watching the young girl who played the daughter when she was young like that. Hell, she liked her now that she was an adult, too. There was one movie that was about vampires where she’d appeared naked, and Susan had watched it and masturbated watching those scenes over and over, especially the scene with the lady photographer where they’d had sex.

Now that she was in her room, Mia stripped quickly while the water filled the tub, admiring her youthful figure in the antique full-length mirror that rested in one corner of the bedroom she and her husband, Dan, shared. She didn’t fully shave her pussy, but kept the style known as a “landing strip” instead. She noticed she needed shaving — waxing really — and decided she’d at least shave at some point that night.

Entering the bathroom, she closed the door behind her for added privacy and watched the water fill the Jacuzzi tub before stepping in and turning on the jets to help relax her muscles, which seemed to have been clenched all day.

She had just settled back and was allowing her imagination to roam free, in other words to think about the dream from the night before, when she heard a knock at her bathroom door.

“What is it?” she called, hoping it wasn’t anything that would interrupt her intentions.

“Mom? I kinda have to talk to you about something.”

Suddenly Mia was self-conscious, though her daughter had seen her naked as recently as a few days ago. She hadn’t been so horny she wanted to scream then, however. Also, the fact that this was Susan, the recent object of her desires, caused some slight panic. What might happen if she let her in to chat with her pussy demanding attention because of the dream of Susan and Heather?

“Is it really important?” she asked, hoping for an out. She prided herself in putting anything aside to give her daughter time, but her need for an orgasm or two was becoming urgent.

Susan, outside the bathroom door almost said it could wait, but decided that was just avoiding the situation. “Yeah, it is,” she said, hoping this wouldn’t blow up in her face.

“Okay, come in,” Mia said. Susan could hear the reluctance in her mother’s voice and immediately wondered if maybe this was a very bad time for this.

Susan entered the room slowly and sat in the small chair that faced the tub. The sound of the water jets was a constant hum in the background, and the swirling of the water hid any clear view of her mom’s pussy, which Susan had been hoping she’d get to look at while in the bathroom with her mom. It was one of the reasons she had decided to bite the bullet and get started with this conversation while her mom was taking her bath. She also needed some attention after being practically ignored earlier.

Susan just sat there until Mia said, “Well?”

“Oh, um… Yeah. There’s somethin’ I wanted to talk to you about.”

More silence.

“And that would be…?” Mia asked, hoping her impatience wasn’t as obvious to Susan as it sounded to her.

Susan swallowed. Her mouth dried instantly as her nerves took over.

Mia could see something was bothering her daughter. Susan never interrupted her bath to talk about anything, which is why she’d agreed to this little chat in the first place. She would obviously need some prompting.

Taking a deep breath, she decided her pussy could wait — it had waited this long, after all — and said, “Honey? Is something wrong?”

“Not really. I mean there is but there isn’t. It’s just. Well, I don’t quite know how to talk to you about this.”

“Just say it. I won’t bite, you know.” Unless you want me to nearly followed those words automatically, and Mia had clamped her mouth shut on the words to prevent them from escaping and embarrassing them both.

“Well, it’s about…sex.”

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” Mia asked, only half seriously, while a part of her began to wonder where in the world this conversation would lead. She’d been thinking of nothing BUT sex all day. Sex with the same young girl who now sat here in her bathroom while her mother was naked in the tub and dying to touch herself and fantasize about this same daughter who wanted to talk about sex! It seemed to Mia like some crazy round robin that swirled through the room like a tornado, consuming everything.

“No, of course not. It’s just…well…”

“C’mon, Honey. If it’s about sex, it’s certainly nothing I’ve never heard before, okay?” Mia wondered if perhaps she should have tried to end this conversation instead of encouraging it, but it was too late now.

“Well, you see…I kinda sometimes get these feelings. You know. Down there. And I was sorta wondering if that’s okay. Some girls say their moms would flip out if they knew, and I don’t want to do anything you’d be ashamed of me for.”

“Knew what?” Mia asked.

“Huh?” Susan wasn’t following her mom’s meaning.

“You said your friends’ moms would flip out if they knew. Knew what?”

“Oh. You know. That their daughters…you know…had those types of feelings.”

Maybe it was the topic mixed with her own emotional and sexual state, or perhaps it was just that Susan was beating about the bush — no pun intended — but she decided to try to move this along to the point her daughter was obviously attempting to make.

“You mean, getting horny?” Mia said, hoping she wasn’t crossing a bridge she shouldn’t.

Susan’s eyes widened at the word that had unexpectedly come from her mother’s mouth. She felt as if her mother had just said fuck, which she never said, at least not where Susan could hear it. She was so dumbstruck, she simply nodded.

“Honey, it’s perfectly natural for you to get horny. You’re twelve. It’s what twelve-year-old girls do. As well as twelve-year-old boys. It’s normal. I’m fine with it. As long as you don’t go having sex with some boy. I was joking with the pregnant question, but I wouldn’t be happy at all if you ended up like that. Not at all.”

“I don’t want to have sex with a boy,” Susan said. She was careful not to put emphasis on boy. She didn’t want her mom to know about that yet.

“Well, that’s good. Was there anything else you wanted to ask me or talk about?” Mia was hoping to finish with Susan and get to the reason she’d settled into the tub in the first place, which of course had nothing to do with bathing.

“I just don’t want you to be ashamed of me, that’s all.”

“Why would I be ashamed? Like I said, you’re twelve. There’s nothing wrong with having those feelings.”

“Well, sometimes… I mean, sometimes…Sometimes I, well, I….”

Mia suddenly understood what this conversation was all about. Masturbation. She felt like an idiot for not getting it until now. She supposed it was because the subject was on her own mind and she was doing her best to hide that fact. She decided to end the statement Susan seemed unable to finish.

“Touch yourself?”

Susan nodded, turning beet red as she did. The conversation was going exactly where she’d dreaded it would…and exactly where she’d hoped it would.

“That’s okay, too, baby. Nearly every girl does it, and many start doing that when they’re your age. Some even younger.”

Susan knew that, of course. “Do you?”

Mia was suddenly blushing too. Her daughter was openly asking if she masturbated.

“Do I…masturbate?” Mia said, barely believing her daughter had asked her that.

“Yeah. You said most girls do it. Do you?”

Now Mia was the uncomfortable one. She looked at Susan and wondered if she’d manipulated this situation to get her to confess about doing that. Still, she had always believed a parent should answer any question posed by a child honestly. “Um, well, yes, honey, I do. In fact, I was just about–” She couldn’t help it, so it seemed. The truth of her intentions in taking her bath was now out there. She hadn’t meant to bring it up. It was a slip of the tongue.

Or was it? Mia wondered. Had she meant to tell Susan her plans? She wondered again just exactly what was happening here.

Her pussy was alive with desires, and the source of those desires was sitting there discussing masturbation, and she suddenly realized she wanted to masturbate in front of her. To spread her legs and rub herself for her daughter. She knew it was crazy. She realized it could land her in jail for a long time. But she couldn’t deny the image that had played in her mind all day and was still stoking the fires of her lust: She and her daughter engaging in sexual contact. Any sort of sexual contact. Given all the possibilities, masturbation in front of Susan seemed tame by comparison.

Susan’s eyes widened again. “You were just about to…what? You mean you came in here to masturbate?” Susan couldn’t believe her good fortune! Her mom was admitting to being horny right then! She was confessing that she was intending to masturbate in the tub. Right now!

Blushing madly, Mia decided Fuck it and decided to be totally honest with her daughter. “Yes, Susan. You see, a lot has happened in the past twenty-four hours that has made me, well, very horny. I was in a bit of a hurry when I got home to come in here and, well, get some relief. So you see, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with masturbation. No matter who’s doing it.”

Susan stared at her mother’s midsection, which was still hidden slightly by the swish of the water as the jets propelled it in circles around the tub. It was a large tub. Big enough for two.

“Susan?” Susan’s eyes darted from her mother’s hips to her eyes then back to her hips once again, as if she couldn’t allow her vision to stray from there for too long. “Susan?” Mia said again, and this time Susan’s gaze remained on her mother’s face, although reluctantly. Mia could see the questions there. She could see the desire that seemed to be forming a bridge between them. Susan wanted to watch her. That much was obvious, but she asked her just the same to be sure.

“Would you like to watch me?”

Susan’s stare held for a second on her mother’s face before glancing down where her mother’s pussy was beneath the water. Even through the swirling water, she could see her mother’s hand was now cupping her own vulva.

“Would you?” her mother repeated.

“Are you saying I can?”

“If you want to,” said Mia, knowing full well what the answer was. Susan just nodded. “You can never tell anyone about this, though. I’d end up in jail.”

“I’ll never tell,” Susan said, not believing where this had led. It had gone far beyond where she’d hoped it would, at least this first time talking to her mom about sex and masturbation. Of course, she would tell, but only Cheryl, Heather, and Tina, who would not only understand, but love the story. Still…

She was actually going to watch her mom masturbate.

Mia turned off the jets and the water calmed. Her pussy was now visible beneath the surface of the water. Mia’s hand was rubbing her slit gently, urging the fluids from deep within her to the surface. She watched as Susan stared at her center, taking in each small movement of her hand as she caressed herself.

Mia decided to lie back and close her eyes while allowing her daughter to watch her masturbate to climax. Her left hand rose from the water and began to pinch her nipples, first one, then the other, caressing her breasts lovingly. She would show her daughter what it was to love yourself fully.

Susan seemed unable to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach…and the lust in her pussy. She couldn’t believe it. Her mother masturbating for her right there in the bathtub. This realization kept running through her brain, as if she were stumbling into it at every turn as she ran around a room in the dark. She was afraid to close her eyes for even a second, fearing she might miss something, or that it would all disappear as she awoke from a dream.

But this was no dream.

Her mother’s hand began moving faster over her slit and began to concentrate more on her clit. She was obviously getting turned on because her own daughter was watching her do this…this most private thing.

Susan decided to take a big chance. A huge one. She made that decision because she was afraid this might be the only time. That her mother might feel ashamed for letting her watch like this. She didn’t want that to go to waste.

She wanted to come too.

“Mommy?” she asked, nearly a whisper it was so soft.

Mia opened her eyes, her breath growing ragged. “What, baby?” For a moment she feared Susan would leave the bathroom. Run out in shame and fear.

“Can I get in there with you?”

Oh, dear God. With me? Mia thought. She wants to get in here with me? Why? But she knew why, of course. Her daughter wanted to engage in a ritual Mia had shared with friends when she was Susan’s age and even older. Mutual masturbation. A let’s-get-off-together party.

“Um…if you want to, I suppose you can.” It was all Mia could think to say.

Susan stood and stripped her clothes off as quickly as she could. She couldn’t wait to be in the tub with her mom so they could masturbate together. Maybe even come together.

As she watched Susan getting naked, Mia wondered what was happening to her. Just one day ago she would have freaked out at the very idea of what she was now encouraging to take place. She imagined they would both reach orgasm. Mia knew she herself would and figured Susan wouldn’t be wanting to join her if she wasn’t able to come herself. Just last night she was lying in Susan’s bed masturbating and imagining her daughter doing the same thing many times in the same bed.

Now, she would be experiencing it first hand. She could watch her daughter bring herself to orgasm.

She nearly came just thinking about it. And that realization more than any other sealed the deal for her, forcing her to admit she was turned on by her own daughter to the point that they would be masturbating in the same tub together. Maybe even more, she thought, and a small pre-orgasmic spasm seized her.

Her naked daughter stepped into the tub and sat where they could watch each other. Hands began their explorations, and soon they were both writhing in the tub, making waves that splashed from one edge to the other. Moans and squeals filled the spacious bathroom, as they approached their orgasms while their eyes feasted shamelessly on the other.

Mia was first to get to her climax, nearly screaming it was so intense. Seconds later, Susan joined her, their voices mixing in a cacophony of sexual frenzy, echoing off the walls and feeding their desire for more.

When it was over, the two looked into each other’s eyes.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“I love you!”

“I love you, too!”

“And, Mom?”

“Yes?” Mia asked, wondering what could possibly come next.

“I’m perfectly okay with what we did. I know you might feel bad about it, but I’m fine. Don’t think I didn’t want to.”

“You wanted this to happen?”

“Yes. For a while now, actually.” Susan figured she better go ahead and confess her desires to her mom, especially considering what had just happened.

“Well. For me it’s only been since last night.”

“Huh?” Susan didn’t understand what her mother meant by that.

“I’ve wanted to do this with you since last night.”

“Why last night?”

Mia hesitated for a moment, wondering exactly how far this would go while secretly hoping it would go further than she ever hoped it would. Then she told her daughter all about the dream she’d had.

Continue on to Chapter 14

By Cheryl Taggert

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Monica Duncan had not slept well the night before. She’d gotten home from the orgy and had lain awake until well after midnight. Now it was early morning, only 7:34, and she awoke after only a few hours of sleep. She knew she’d have to take a short nap at some point that day, but she’d been thinking so much about the orgy and all the new relationships she now had that she hadn’t slept much.

She turned over and continued replaying the images that would not go away. She thought about all of the naked girls and women and how much fun she’d had. She was aware that her pussy was juicing up, but she didn’t want to do anything about it right then because of the soreness. Prior to yesterday, she had never masturbated for longer than about half an hour. The orgy had resulted in almost constant stimulation for nearly two hours, not to mention the little rub-off she’d enjoyed in the restroom at the mall while listening to Susan and Becca getting it on.

As she lay in bed now, she thought back and tried to count the orgasms she’d had yesterday. She thought the number was five, but if she were honest with herself, she wasn’t precisely sure. There had been some small ones that seemed to tremble and shake for a little while before the feeling receded, as if drawing back into her pussy, before returning like the tide, and she wasn’t sure they counted as orgasms or not. If they were, she wasn’t sure how to count them.

Of course, she wasn’t aware of the meaning of those trembling shivers, but she would later realize they were the onset of her affair with a type of multiple orgasm she grew to call “riding the wave.”

Because she was getting hornier by the minute and too sore to do anything about it, she decided to get up and take a shower before beginning her day. She wondered if she would remain horny all day, but after the shower, she had calmed down considerably.

After showering, Monica went to the kitchen to find something to eat for breakfast. Her mom was already up and drinking coffee while reading some book, and as Monica sat down with her cereal, her mom engaged her in conversation. In other words, it was turning out to be a typical morning.

Except Monica was no longer her typical self. Sex now permeated her brain, soaking into her conscious mind like syrup into pancakes. She looked down at her bowl and thought, or like milk into corn flakes.

As she talked to her mom about what she wanted to do with her summer, she began to wonder about her mom’s sex life. She’d never really thought about that before. In fact, the idea had been rather gross up to that point. However, as she looked at her mom and chatted, she realized her mom was a very pretty woman. And sexy.

Her parents had been divorced for about three years now, and her mom didn’t date at all. Monica suddenly realized that she was certainly no virgin and would have been used to some sort of sex life when she’d been married. Monica found herself wondering what her mom did for sex. Monica herself wasn’t able to go without an orgasm for more than three or four days at the most, so she was probably having to do something to come. That’s when Monica realized it. Her mom probably did the same things she herself usually did to come: masturbate.

Because she’d never thought about her mother in this way, Monica never stopped to wonder about her sex life. Was it possible she “did the dirty solo” in bed at night, just like her? Maybe she has a secret lover, she thought. Monica immediately dismissed that idea, though. She didn’t really have time for that, unless she was sneaking away from work or something, and she couldn’t imagine her mom doing that either.

She looked at her mom sitting there with her coffee, sipping, reading, and making an occasional remark. She was only twenty-nine. She’d gotten pregnant at sixteen, had Monica at seventeen, and married Monica’s dad two months later. She had even confessed to Monica that she’d been a “wild child” when she was a teenager. “Wild child” meant her mom had obviously discovered sex at a young age.  Her mom had told her that the one thing she’d never done was drugs, so what else was there to make a girl into a “wild child” as a teen? Monica knew that no matter what happened in her own life, she would always enjoy the feel of her own fingers in her pussy, so why would her mom be any different?

“What’s wrong?” Ashley asked, looking at Monica with raised eyebrows.

“Huh? Oh, nothing,” Monica answered, wondering what had brought on that question, but feeling too uncomfortable with what she’d been thinking to ask about it.

Mom told her anyway. “You were blushing.”

“I was?” Monica could feel herself blushing more.

“Yeah. You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just sort of got a hot flash or something.”

Her mom laughed at that. “You’re too young for hot flashes.”

Monica had no idea what her mom was talking about. “What d’you mean?” she asked her.

“When women go through menopause, they have hot flashes.”

“Oh.” It was all she could think to say.

“Don’t let it bother you, honey. I’m just teasing. I’m not old enough either, and I sometimes have a hot flash or two,” her mom said, grinning and looking a bit odd, as if remembering something she didn’t want to share.

A few days before, perhaps, Monica would not have grasped what her mom was thinking about, but now she understood the sexual innuendo, maybe because she had been thinking of her mom’s sex life.

“Moooomm!” she said, still playing the grossed-out daughter even if she no longer felt that way about her mother’s sexuality.

“What?” her mom asked, still grinning but her expression indicating she was surprised her daughter had gotten the joke.

“You know perfectly well what.”

Ashley Duncan looked at her daughter. Had she really understood? She had to remind herself that Monica was twelve now, and jokes about sex were probably all over school. She thought suddenly about when she had been in seventh grade. She’d been coming for two years by then. Was it possible? Was her little girl already having orgasms? She decided to playfully tease her some more.

“Why, Monica Duncan, I have no idea what you mean,” she said, still grinning and starting to blush some herself.

Monica decided to go for it. She thought, what the hell, and said, “You were talking about sex. I could tell.”

For some reason she couldn’t explain, Ashley decided to pursue this line of conversation to see how far it might go. Perhaps she could end up having the type of open relationship with her daughter she herself had always wished she’d had with her own mom.

“Is that why you were blushing? Your hot flash was a hot flash?”

Monica’s mother had never talked to her like this, but Monica decided she liked it. It made her feel grown up. She decided if her mom could say stuff like that to her, she could do the same back. “I’m not the only one who blushed. Does that mean you’re all hot and bothered, too?”

“Where did you hear a term like that? Hot and bothered?”

“School.”

“Oh, yeah, I forget sometimes. Seventh grade is all about being horny.”

Monica couldn’t believe her mom had used that word with her. “How would you know?” she asked.

“Because, my love, I was in seventh grade, too, you know,” Ashley said, still grinning.

Okay, now it was getting serious. Monica liked the conversation they were having, but it was also a little uncomfortable. Blushing again, she ducked her head and took a bite of cereal.

Ashley realized she’d embarrassed Monica a bit too much. She reached out and touched her on the arm, concern showing on her face and in her eyes. “Oh, honey. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just that I’m not that old, and I remember how much we talked about sex when I was your age and…well… how we wanted to figure sex out in some way.”

Monica looked at her mom. “What do you mean, ‘figure sex out’?”

Ashely looked suddenly serious. “Sweetie, I, well, uhm…”

“What?” Monica asked. Was her mom going to tell her she had sex with a boy or something when she was in seventh grade?

“Honey,” Ashley said softly. “You, um, do know what masturbation is, don’t you?” Ashley could feel herself blushing even more. She was astounded she was about to talk about this, but somehow this is where the conversation had led. Or had she steered it?

“You mean you masturbated when you were in seventh grade?” Monica asked, unsure of herself while not believing this was where the conversation had gone. It had been exactly what she’d been thinking about just before getting caught blushing.

Ashley thought about not answering, then realized it would be the same as answering. “Uh, yeah, honey, I did…or do.” She paused, looking at Monica for a moment. “Don’t you?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

Monica couldn’t believe it. There it was. Her mom had admitted to masturbating when she was twelve. No, she’d actually changed the past tense to the present. She’d changed “did” to “do.” Then she had asked the question. No, not just the question, but THE question. To any girl her age, it was like being asked if she were a virgin.

Monica swallowed. She looked at her mom. She could feel her eyes wanting to look away, but refusing to at the same time. The she nodded.

Ashley timidly rubbed her daughter’s arm and smiled. This conversation had gone from joking to very serious in seconds. “It’s okay, honey. It’s perfectly natural. I never really thought about whether or not you did until just now. And I’ll be honest. I’m glad you do. I want you to know I don’t mind. There’s no need for shame or guilt. I always felt ashamed, guilty, as if I were doing something really bad. Each time I would…well…each time I had an orgasm, I felt as if I had done something terrible that I knew I couldn’t stop doing. I never want you to feel that way.”

“Oh.” Again, it was all Monica could think to say.

“Sorry,” Ashley said. “I’m making a lot of assumptions. I mean, well, um, do you, uh, have… you know…orgasms?”

Monica continued to look at her mother, who was looking directly into her eyes. The enormity of what she’d said, the liberating feeling from her words, washed over her. Monica knew she could tell her mother anything, just as she’d once told her she could.

“Yeah,” she admitted, wondering at the same time where that answer would lead.

“Good!” her mom said, smiling with what looked like enormous relief. “Some girls can’t, you know.”

Monica hadn’t known that. Her eyes widened. “Really?!”

“Really. I don’t think your grandmother ever did. She always thought sex was dirty.”

Monica thought about this. She wasn’t sure what she would do if she couldn’t come. Probably kill herself. She’d never met her grandmother. She and her mom had a big falling out when she’d gotten pregnant and they stopped talking. Her grandmother was dead now. She’d died of cancer when Monica was a baby.

“You don’t think it’s dirty, though, do you?” Monica asked, knowing the answer but needing reassurance anyway.

“No, honey. It’s natural. People are made to enjoy those feelings.”

“Mom?”

“What, sweetie?”

“You said…I mean…well…you said that, um, you did and changed it to do. Does that mean…?”

Ashley nodded at her daughter. Now that it was all out, they could talk more intimately about these things. “Yes, honey, I do. I did night before last, in fact.” Feeling a need to share, Ashley took both her daughter’s hands in hers. “What about you?”

“What about me…what?”

“When did you last do it?”

“Mom, that’s kinda personal.”

“I know, baby, but I just want to share with you. I feel this will make us grow closer.”

Monica realized she could not tell her about the orgy, of course, but she could fudge her answer a bit and still be accurate with what she was asking. “I did it yesterday.”

Ashley smiled at this. “This is going to change our relationship some. You don’t need to hide it anymore,” she said. “Not that I insist you do it in front of me or anything, or that I do it in front of you, but, well, what I guess I’m saying is that if you walk in on me or I walk in on you, we don’t need to be embarrassed about it. Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” Monica said, but wasn’t sure how she’d feel about walking in on her mom doing it or having her mother walk in on her. She supposed it would probably just stay the way it was. Still, it was good not to have to worry about being caught the way she always had been.

Their lives would at least change in that way, but probably not much more.

Of course, she couldn’t have been more wrong.

Continue on to Chapter 13

By Cheryl Taggert

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Mia Thomas awoke at 2:14 A.M. with a burning in her pussy. When she was awake enough to know why her pussy seemed to be on fire, she blushed and her eyes bulged. She’d been dreaming. It had been one of the most erotic dreams she’d ever had, and she’d had some very hot ones in her life. She was only 33 years old, but she’d enjoyed such dreams for more than twenty years now. Usually, they were an enhancement to what was a very active sex life. This dream, however, embarrassed her, and her blush was so complete she thought if her husband woke up he would be able to see it in the dim moonlight that barely filled their bedroom.

Dan, her husband, lay snoring softly beside her while Mia considered the dream that was already haunting her thoughts and still scorching her pussy. She knew it would be a long time before she could deal with what she’d been dreaming. She was breathing hard, whether from horniness or shock she couldn’t tell, and she could still feel the hard button of her clit throbbing from the effects of the erotic dream.

Erotic? she thought to herself. Shameful is more like it.

She wished she could forget the dream, but she knew she never would. It was forever burned into her mind. Wanting to forget it only made the images stronger.

Mia took a few deep breaths in an effort to calm herself as she thought about the dream, hoping she would come to some logical conclusion as to why she’d dreamt what she had. The swollen clit that was bathing in the juices of her pussy was suggesting the conclusion was less than logical and more than erotic. The forbidden fruit of the dream beckoned her hand to her pussy, but she refused to follow that request…at least until she could get a better understanding of why she had dreamt of having sex with her daughter Susan and Susan’s best friend, Heather.

In her dream she was walking in the nearby park with Susan. It was a bright and beautiful day, and the conversation from the dream that she could remember – at least the “normal” conversation – had been about the wonderful weather and how nice it was to go for walks on days like that.

Susan had said she needed to pee and had stepped off the path to do so. Mia had told her she needed to move farther off the path so passersby would not see her, but Susan had said…

“It’s okay, Mom. I do this all the time.”

As she pulled down her panties and squatted right next to the path, a young couple had walked by and greeted Susan as if they saw twelve-year-old girls squatting in the park to pee every day. Susan waved to them and continued with her business.

Mia could clearly see her daughter’s pubes, which were lightly downed with soft blond hair, and the yellow stream that cascaded from within the folds of her pussy. In the dream she looked away to see if anyone else were approaching, and when she looked back, both Susan and Heather were there peeing. Not only that, but they were also naked.

Suddenly the dream shifted and it was fine that they were naked, and in fact she had suddenly been naked as well. Mia looked around and noticed the couple who had greeted Susan earlier. They were in a grassy area next to the path, totally naked and already into a hot sixty-nine. When she looked back at where Susan and Heather had been peeing, they were gone. Then when she looked at the grassy area, she saw they were now on a blanket near the couple. And they were doing exactly what the man and woman were doing as well: Their tongues were buried in each other’s pussy.

As she strode to where her daughter and friend were, she noticed that now the grassy area was a hotbed of sexual activity. The couple she’d seen earlier were now fucking. Suddenly, she recognized them as two friends from work. Two women were nearby as well. One had a strap-on and was fucking the other. A pile of naked bodies were about twenty feet away from Susan and Heather, and they were all fucking, sucking, kissing, and masturbating either themselves or someone else.

Mia gazed at the orgy in the grass, taking in as much as she could. She was not shocked by this public display of sex, at least not in her dream. Instead, she was horny. She looked at her daughter and Heather, who pulled her shiny, wet mouth away from Susan’s pussy long enough to say…

“Come join us, Ms. Thomas. We both want you to.”

Then she was there, squatting beside the girls, one her own daughter, and she was running her hands along their pubescent bodies. Susan was on top, and Mia relished the feel of her small butt as she massaged her daughter there before moving her hand along the anal cleft to the soft region beneath….

As Mia lay there in the dim moonlight remembering the dream, she could still feel what it had felt like to touch Susan’s warm, wet pussy while feeling Heather’s tongue doing its best to coax an orgasm from her best friend. She could remember the way Heather’s tongue felt as it slid over her fingers that were massaging her daughter’s pussy. She recalled how her own pussy had felt in the dream, nearly bursting with the need to come herself. Not much had changed in that department now that she was awake.

Mia realized that at some point while reliving the dream, her hands had obeyed her clit’s beckoning. She was gently rubbing herself and swiftly approaching her climax.

What’s wrong with me? she wondered. She had never before felt any desire for her daughter or any of Susan’s friends.

She decided to be honest with herself, though. She had thought about young girls before, just not her daughter or anyone she actually knew.

Okay, there was the time she messed around with a girl she had babysat when she was fifteen. But that had been in the middle of adolescence, a time of figuring out who you were. She was a grown woman now, in a marriage that satisfied her on all levels.

She thought some more and wasn’t sure she liked what was occurring to her. Memories seemed to tumble from her subconscious mind to her conscious memories, surfacing like bubbles rising from the bottom of a deep lake.

There was that time she had walked in on Susan last year when Susan had just showered and was still naked in her room. Mia hadn’t known Susan was in there, thinking she was still in the bathroom, and she’d gone in to collect any stray articles of clothing that needed laundering. She remembered now that her nipples had stiffened at the sight of a naked Susan bent over to pick up the panties she had dropped on the floor while getting dressed. She remembered thinking how beautiful her daughter’s butt was and how erotic it was to see the folds of her bald pussy peeking from between her upper thighs.

Okay, she thought to herself, maybe I noticed my slit getting wet at that sight and thinking of Susan later as I lay in bed. Alright, so she was masturbating as she lay thinking of it, but she wasn’t really coming to that image.

Was she?

The dream came rushing back to her, like a favorite fantasy she’d forgotten long ago. She had rubbed Susan’s pussy while Heather licked it and then extended her hand over Susan’s bobbing head to feel Heather’s wet pussy at the same time.

She looked around in the dream and saw that people who had been having sex moments before were now watching them. The next thing she knew in the dream was that she was in what is called a daisy chain with Susan and Heather. Mia’s dream lips were now locked onto her daughter’s flooded pussy while Susan licked Heather, and Heather licked her.

A young girl she didn’t recognize, who appeared to be only eight or nine years old, joined them, leaning over to suck on her nipples, nursing her like a baby. Then the woman who had seen and spoken to Susan as she peed was there, having abandoned the man apparently. She was alternating between the two girls’ asses, licking first one then the other.

The girls were moaning loudly in the dream, as was Mia, and she wondered if she’d made any noises in bed while the dream worked to make her clit beg for the climax.

Mia was now lying in bed, remembering the dream, and rubbing her clit wildly, needing the release of sexual energy. She hoped the dream would go away once she came. She knew, of course, that it would never really leave her. Once something like that invaded your mind, it was there to stay.

When she remembered how the young girl who’d been sucking her nipples had moved to her ass and licked her there, Mia climaxed. She struggled to keep it a quiet one, and she mostly succeeded. Only small squeals escaped her throat, and her breathing, though very loud compared to normal, was not loud enough to wake Dan. She knew once he was asleep, he would be out until morning.

Mia lay in her bed, bathed in a light sheen of perspiration, doing her best to catch her breath. The images from the dream were still blazing against the viewing screen of her mind. Her clit was throbbing from the immense orgasm she had just experienced. Each tremble of her button whispered, more, as if only one orgasm would simply be insufficient, thank you very much.

Mia turned over onto her side and tried to ignore her still wide awake clitoris. She tried thinking of other things, but each one turned into a sexual image. She thought about doorknobs, an innocuous image if ever there was one, but she saw herself backing up to one and allowing it to enter her wet vagina. Then she thought of the PTSA, of which she was the previous year’s president, but all she saw was Shannon Greer, a very sexy brunette who had been her vice-president, lying naked and pushing her own daughter’s head between her naked thighs and saying, “Yes, Sweetie! Lick Mommy there!” That image turned into Mia doing and saying the same things to Susan.

It was no use. Her clit was still begging for attention, and she knew she would have to give it all it wanted before it would allow her to sleep again.

Rising quietly from the bed, she gave in to her carnal desires, acknowledging her lust for her own twelve-year-old daughter for now, and went to Susan’s bedroom. She thought about the good fortune that Susan was spending the night with Heather that night. If not, I might rape her, she thought to herself.

Entering Susan’s room, Mia went directly to the dirty clothes hamper in one corner of the room and found what she wanted within seconds of opening it. There near the top of the pile of clothes sat a pair of Susan’s panties. She held them to her nose, wondering if they would have any strong scent at all, given Susan was only twelve.

What she smelled filled her with a lust so strong she nearly fell over. The panties reeked of pussy! Apparently, Susan had gotten very horny indeed sometime in the past couple of days.

Of course, Mia had no way of knowing her daughter had worn those panties on the last day of school, when she had engaged in sex with Heather and one of her teachers, Ms. Simmons. Not only that, but Susan had also gone home with Heather that day and had sex with Heather and her little sister, Tina. The juices that had filled her panties on both those occasions had left behind a very strong aroma of pussy, and these were the panties Mia now smelled. Mia, of course, was completely oblivious to her daughter’s recent sexual escapades. All she knew was the condition of the panties.

The knowledge her little girl had become so turned on for some reason led her to begin wondering what had caused such a discharge of sexual fluids. While it was true that the natural lubrication of the pussy would leave some remnants behind to cause this scent, it was obvious to Mia that this was not the result of such a small amount. The panties were encrusted with the juices, causing the gusset to be stiff instead of soft.

Mia herself had started having orgasms when she was around ten, so it occurred to her now that her own daughter was almost certainly enjoying them as well. She could not imagine failing to come while getting as turned on as Susan would have to have been to leave behind this much pussy juice.

Mia stripped off her t-shirt and panties and lay naked on Susan’s bed, spreading her legs and holding the panties to her nostrils. She had never tried panty sniffing before as a means of obtaining a sexual thrill, but this was different. These were Susan’s panties, and Mia imagined her daughter lying in this very bed and masturbating to orgasms. She thought her baby girl had probably had hundreds while lying exactly where she was lying right now, and that thought pushed her over the edge.

Her fingers flew across her clit while she inhaled the scent of her daughter’s pussy. The climax skyrocketed through her body, causing massive shuddering and rather loud moans and grunts, making her thankful she’d come into Susan’s room instead of remaining in her own bed beside her sleeping husband. In the middle of her orgasm, she pushed the gusset of the panties into her mouth and tasted her daughter’s juices.

It was not until she’d brought herself to two more orgasms that she felt satisfied enough to return to her own room to lie beside Dan, who was still snoring softly. She was tired and realized as she got under the light covers that she had not washed her hands, so she licked them clean instead, savoring her flavor as well as Susan’s. She could actually taste the difference as she sucked her fingers and she thought of people who could discern small nuances in wine by tasting them. Had she been a pussy juice connoisseur all her life without knowing it? She lay there for a while longer, still trying to make some sense of this sudden change in her life.

Finally, Mia drifted off to sleep. Her clit was still hinting that another orgasm could be had, but she was able to ignore it.

When she awoke in the morning, she could not remember any dreams that may have occurred after getting back to sleep, but the one she could remember haunted her all day, making her clit begin to beg for release once more. When that happened, she would busy herself with other tasks. She was at work and quite busy, so there was enough to occupy her mind. Still, she felt like an addict needing a fix. Ignoring her need nearly drove her insane, and trips to the bathroom were hurried affairs, lest she give in to the carnal desires that had been a nearly constant companion since the middle of the night before.

Mia wondered if she’d be able to refrain from attacking either her pussy or Susan’s once she got home from work.

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Susan awoke that night as well. She was thinking of her mother, who was at that moment doing her best not to remember her dream, but of course Susan knew nothing of this.

The night had been a good one. Cheryl was able to give her some advice regarding how she might entice her mom into at least talking about sex, even if she wasn’t interested in having sex with her own daughter. Susan was thankful she had friends like Heather and Tina, whose mom was so sexy and open about topics like this.

The four of them had sat around the dinner table that night after getting home from the orgy. Nobody was interested in sex, having worn themselves out having sex with the teachers — Lisa and Jennifer — as well as Becca and Monica. Their pussies were all rather raw from all the fingering, licking, and anything else someone wanted to do to them, so instead of engaging in more sex, they had talked about it. Specifically, they’d talked about Susan’s mother, Mia, and how to go about either seducing her or at least allowing Susan to have her fun whether at home or at Heather and Tina’s house. Of course, Cheryl had told Susan she could not mention any of the adults, and Susan had looked offended that Cheryl would think she might do something like that.

Still, Susan was worried how her mom might take the news that her daughter enjoyed sex — with herself if nobody else.

“Honey, your mother almost certainly knows you masturbate, or at least she strongly suspects it. It’s normal for girls to do that at your age,” Cheryl said.

“She never talks about it at all, though, not even in a joke,” said Susan. “It’s like sex doesn’t exist.”

“She’s probably too embarrassed to bring it up,” Cheryl said.

While they talked, Heather and Tina sat and listened, figuring their mother would be better at giving advice on something like this.

“So how do I go about bringing it up? Mom’s not the only one who’s too embarrassed.”

“Well, to be honest, it’s easier for a young girl to bring this up with her mom than it is for a mom to bring it up. Adults sometimes feel they want to discuss these things with their children but are afraid the child doesn’t want to talk about such things,” said Cheryl. “They’re afraid of embarrassing their children.”

“What do you think she’d do if I brought it up?” asked Susan.

“I’m certain she’d talk to you about it. The longer you two talk about sex, the more comfortable she will become with it, and so will you.”

“Couldn’t you, like, seduce her or something? I bet she’d have sex with you. You’re the prettiest woman she knows. She’s said that before, even.”

Cheryl was surprised Mia had said that about her. And flattered. Mia was very pretty herself, but she felt that seducing her, even if she were successful, wouldn’t suddenly part the sea of silence on the topic between Susan and her mother, and she told Susan this.

“Then what should I say?” Susan asked.

“Why not try talking about feeling turned on by certain things? Tell her that you’ve noticed that certain things make you get all tingly down there. If you use clinical words like vagina instead of pussy or words like that, she will accept what you are saying as a desire to know about things like that.”

“But my desire is to lick her pussy and for her to lick mine!” said Susan.

“One step at a time, baby-doll,” Cheryl answered with a chuckle. “I doubt seriously the first conversation you have with her about your sexuality and desires will result in the two of you in bed together. If that happens, and I have to be honest with you that it is extremely possible it never will, it will have to be after the two of you are at least fine with talking about your own feelings, and probably hers as well. It’s not easy for most parents to discuss their orgasms or their masturbation habits with their children. It makes us feel too vulnerable.”

“Do you think my mom masturbates?” Susan asked, and Cheryl had to chuckle again.

“I’m certain of it. She seems like a happy person and doesn’t come off to me as any kind of prude or religious nut, so I would be shocked if she doesn’t.”

“She’s not real religious,” Susan said.

“I know,” Cheryl answered. “And I’ve seen her with your dad at parties, and I can tell you they do enjoy each other’s company, so her sex life is totally alive,” she added.

Susan and Cheryl had talked for nearly an hour, with Heather and Tina taking part only occasionally, and Susan had finally decided to talk to her mom, despite thinking it would get her no nearer her goal of having sex with her. She would try talking to her tomorrow when her mom got home from work. That would give her the day to plan exactly what to say.

Susan lay next to a naked Heather and thought about the conversation she’d had with Cheryl until she once again felt tired. She thought of starting something with her best friend, but her pussy was still too raw from the orgy for that.

Maybe she, Heather, and Tina could do something tomorrow or the next day. She planned to ask her mom if Heather and Tina both could spend the night one night soon. She wondered if her mom would allow her to continue seeing her friends if she knew what they did together. She was planning on eventually telling her mom about the fun they had without including anything about anyone else, especially the adults. Of course, Susan would only share that news if her mom seemed okay with the fact she masturbates herself to orgasms, and even then she wasn’t planning on telling her right away, just…eventually. If her mom had problems with her masturbating, she would drop the whole subject.

She drifted off and was not aware of anything until she awoke the next morning. After breakfast with Heather and Tina, she walked home. They were all too sore from the previous two days’ sex to do anything, but they all knew that would change once their pussies got a little rest. Heather and Tina, as well as Cheryl, were completely in favor of another sleepover, this time at Susan’s.

“I’ll be jealous, but I understand,” Cheryl had said with a small laugh.

Susan wondered as she walked home about her pending conversation with her mom. She hoped it went as well as Cheryl seemed to think it would.

Of course, what happened was far from what she hoped or expected.

Continue on to Chapter 12