Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Cheryl Taggert

While all of these girls were waking up to the joys of the day, there was yet another female who was already having her own fun. Cheryl Daniels, Heather and Tina’s mother, was sitting at her computer watching the signal that was coming from the hidden web cam in her young daughters’ room. Heather had just finished making love to Tina.

It had taken Cheryl years to admit her voracious appetite for sex, especially sex with young girls, and several more years to admit she found her own daughters sexually appealing. When she had bathed Heather at the age of four and found herself washing the little girl’s vulva for at least five minutes — with her bare hand — she had been forced to assess her feelings. She remembered now how the soapy slickness of the little girl’s mound had excited her. When she had masturbated later to the memory of the contact — masturbated to perhaps the best orgasm she had ever experienced to that point — she had admitted to herself that she was so horny that she even found her little girls enticing.

At first she thought her incestuous desires for their sweet, young bodies would subside, but she had been wrong. As they grew up — and out — she had found herself aching to see them, to touch them, to make love to them. She had begun to see it as her job as a mother to teach her children everything about sex that she could teach them. She had only acted on the impulse once, sneaking unnoticed into their bedroom and making love to the sleeping form of Heather one night when Tina had spent the night at a friend’s. She had licked the young girl’s pussy lips so gently that she had not awakened. But she had come. Lord, how she had come. And Cheryl had come as well, fingering her gushing pussy until she exploded over the prone figure of her sleeping little girl.

Heather, who was like her little sister Tina and always slept like the dead, slept on after her orgasm. She smiled to remember how Heather had always denied being a hard sleeper, saying, “Nuh-uh! Tina’s the one who sleeps hard.” She’d been right, of course, about Tina, but wrong about herself.

There had been one nervous moment when she’d made love to Heather when she had thought she noticed that Heather had awakened momentarily, and her heart had raced in her chest until she thought the sound of it would almost certainly wake Heather. But Heather had simply shifted in the bed, unknowingly providing an easier access to her little honey pot. After they had both come, she sneaked out again and returned to bed. That had been nearly a year ago, but her condemned desires continued.  Lately, she’d found herself thinking of doing the same to Tina. And now she had placed a hidden camera in their room where the girls would never find it. It had been her habit to watch the girls dress and undress, masturbate on occasion, and a month ago, begin to have sex with each other. Of course, she, too, had masturbated to powerful orgasms whenever she watched them. Her orgasm for that morning had downgraded the raging fire in her pussy to a dull ache, which she continued to massage lightly in preparation for another.

Now as she watched the two girls after Heather had mimicked almost exactly what her mother had done to her, she noticed they were talking. She reached over and turned up the volume on the speaker that picked up the hidden microphone that had been placed in a bedside clock between their beds. Their conversation both excited and shocked her. Tina was revealing the contents of a dream — a sex dream — about her. Cheryl realized her daughter had become aroused at first by having a girl’s wet dream about her. She almost couldn’t believe her ears.

But what came next was the real shock. Heather REMEMBERED her mother’s silent seduction, but thought it had been a dream. So she had been awake, after all, but only barely so. And not only that, but the memory of the dream was a turn on for the twelve-year-old. She was admitting to her little sister that she often masturbated thinking about sex with Cheryl, her mother, who was nearly cumming from this ecstatic news. Hearing this, Cheryl placed one hand on one of her erect nipples while the other attacked her clit. The sudden awareness that her young daughters, both of them, were as sexually aroused by the thought of having sex with their mother as she was about having sex with them sent her cascading over the brink to an orgasm so powerful she nearly fell out of her chair at the computer desk.

Cheryl suddenly realized that she was going to have sex with her little girls, and sooner rather than later. All she needed to do was catch the girls, or maybe even steer the conversation to sex even, and the rest of their lives would never be the same.

She realized her daughters were making plans of their own. Plans to seduce their mother. Well, well… that would certainly make things easier. She listened to their plan. It was perfect. She would be having sex with her gorgeous daughters by tonight.

Then another snippet of conversation caught her ear. The mention of Susan, Heather’s little friend from down the street, made her tune in even more acutely. Susan was one hot little girl. More than once, Cheryl had brought herself to wonderful orgasms while fantasizing about her. One reason she had installed the hidden camera and microphone was to catch Heather and Susan together. She was sure they were having sex with each other. She had not been able to catch them together, but she knew it was only a matter of time.

Cheryl gathered from the conversation between her daughters that Susan had also had sex with Tina. But there was more. Cheryl listened as Heather told her little sister about their teachers, Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor.

She continued to listen, amazed at this news.

*****

Heather and Tina had finished their plans to seduce their mother.

“When do you want to do it? This afternoon?” asked Tina, excitedly.

“I can’t this afternoon, maybe tonight. Susan and I have a date.”

Tina was curious. “A date? With who?”

Heather seemed to hesitate a bit. Susan had made it clear that she didn’t want Tina to know about Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor. But now she had slipped up and mentioned the date. The thoughts of having sex with their mother had distracted her thinking.

“If I tell you, do you PROMISE not to tell? If you do, Susan will never speak to either of us, and she won’t be around to play sex games with, either. Not to mention that two nice people will probably go to jail. In fact, Susan and I would be sent to a girls’ school for juvenile delinquents. You can’t even tell Susan, because she didn’t want you to know.”

“Hey, I just told you my secret. Now it’s your turn!”

“Okay. Susan and I are going to have sex with Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor. We’re going to meet them later at the mall, go to their apartment, and have an orgy.”

Tina’s little mouth dropped open. This was incredible news! Her pussy started to quiver back to life at the thought of it.

“Have you done anything with them before?” she asked, wanting all the details.

“Yesterday, with Miss Simmons.”

“You’re joking!”

“No, it happened. Really. Susan and I had sneaked off into the woods to have some fun when we were followed by Miss Simmons. She caught us, and we caught her, so to speak. She was rubbing herself off while watching Susan and me getting it on.”

“Wow!” The little eleven-year-old couldn’t believe it, but she could tell it was true from the lustful look in Heather’s eyes as she remembered the incident. “But what about Miss Taylor?”

“Oh! That’s the best part. It seems that she and Miss Simmons have been lovers since they were our age. And not only that, but they both like young girls. Everyone thinks they share an apartment, but really they’re a lesbian couple. And Susan and I are going to be fucking with them this afternoon, which is why I can’t put our plan into action with Mom.”

“So when is this date with them supposed to happen?”

“Susan should be here any minute, actually. That’s why I have to get dressed. We decided to help them get their rooms in order so they can be finished faster.”

With that, Heather rose from the bed and began to change into a summer outfit. She noticed Tina watching, but what she didn’t know was that her mother was watching as well.

Tina was obviously disappointed, but she had gotten horny again by listening to Heather’s story about the sexy teachers. Tina wondered what it would be like to eat a grown woman’s pussy. She began to rub her pussy again while fantasizing about what that would be like. She didn’t know it, but she would soon find out.

*****

Cheryl was hatching a plan of her own as she watched and listened to the two girls. She decided that she would allow Heather to leave with Susan for their day together. She wanted time alone with Tina. The teachers and girls didn’t know it, but their orgy was going to have two new participants–she and Tina. Yes, this was going to be an absolutely orgasmic day. She stood up and smiled as she pulled on her robe. As she turned off the computer, she noticed little Tina start to rub harder as the doorbell rang.

“Mom, I’m going out with Susan. Be home this afternoon sometime,” Heather called in the direction of her mother’s room. She knew that was where she would be on her day off. Lately, Heather had noticed that on her off days, her mother awoke early but stayed in her room until the girls had come out for breakfast. The only reason she knew she was awake was that she was aware her mother kept her alarm on every day to get up at the same time, 6 AM. Until a few weeks ago, she had been coming out earlier, but lately that had changed.

“That’s fine, hon,” she called as she opened the door to her room and came out.

The sight of her mother in her robe made Heather remember her and Tina’s plan. She hoped she would be up for it tonight. She could see the outline of her mother’s erect nipples through the flimsy material of the robe. It made her think of how sexy her mother looked. Her mom hugged her tightly just before she opened the door. Heather noticed the smell of pussy on her mother, but then again, why not? She was, as she had noticed numerous times, a very sexy woman. Without anyone in her life, she would certainly masturbate on occasion. Perhaps she had had a sexy dream about Tina while Tina was having one about her? The thought was indeed intriguing.

Susan’s smiling face in the open doorway made Heather shift her thoughts to her and Susan’s plans for the day. Then her mother was hugging Susan too. She held the hug for an extra second or two.

“You girls enjoy yourselves today,” she said, as the girls left and the door shut behind them. The girls noticed, but did not understand, Cheryl’s smile.

Susan had also noticed Cheryl’s scent. “Did you smell that?” Susan said as they walked out to the sidewalk. “It made me want to come right then. I’m already so randy I could die.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the half of it. Wait until I tell you about Tina’s dream.”

Heather had told Susan about her own fantasies when Susan had admitted having lustful thoughts about Heather’s mother. Because of this, she saw no reason to keep Tina’s dream a secret, even though she had promised not to tell anyone. In Heather’s mind, that did not include Susan, who would fuck a doorknob if given the chance and brag to everyone about it later.

As they walked toward their school, Heather informed Susan of everything that had gone on that morning with Tina. It only served to stoke the fires burning in Susan’s warm pussy.

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Cheryl watched through the small opening in the living room curtains to be sure Heather hadn’t forgotten something and wouldn’t return. Then she moved quickly to her bedroom again, turning on the monitor that now displayed an image of her younger daughter Tina in the middle of a rather heated masturbation session. She smiled and went out of her room and down the hall to Tina and Heather’s room. She had decided that it was time, especially since the girls had planned on seducing her later. But Cheryl had other plans. She had plans for them all, including the young teachers.

Tina was working rapidly at her wet, raw pussy when the door opened suddenly. For the tiniest fraction of a moment, she hoped it was Heather, but the realization that she had not locked the bedroom door and checked to make sure it was tightly closed came crashing down on her as her mother entered the room.

“Tina, gather your dirty clo…” her mother stopped in mid-sentence. Tina found herself staring into the beautiful eyes of her mother. Her hand stopped its rapid dance and simply held tightly onto the fully moistened lips of her pussy. She had been only seconds from orgasm, and while her eyes knew she’d been caught rubbing her little pussy, her clit had no idea of the situation. All it knew was that the orgasm had been built to the crest. The sudden pressure of her hand on the most sensitive area of her little cunny was too much to hold back the inevitable. Tina watched her mother’s reaction as the orgasm began to cascade over her young body. Her lithe body spasmed and shook; the orgasm’s intensity forced her eyes to close involuntarily, shutting out the unwanted sight of her mother catching her at her most private moment. The orgasm jabbed jolts of pleasure that she could not deny into her body. The moans of her cumming filled the room, and she heard them as if they were coming from someone else. Her tiny body began to twitch and jump with the end of her orgasmic bliss.

Her already flushed cheeks grew redder when she opened her eyes to take in the sight of her mother, who was still standing there, staring at her. Tina expected her mother to be angry. But she was surprised to see an entirely different look on her lovely mother’s face. It was a look that Tina could not place, but she felt it was utter shock at finding her eleven-year-old daughter massaging her pussy to orgasm. Had she been more experienced with her mother’s moods, she would have quickly recognized the look of complete lust. But as it was, she was unfamiliar with that expression that now covered her mother’s face as surely as her cum covered her fingers — fingers she would now not be able to lick clean, which was her habit.

“M-M-Mommy,” she stammered, embarrassed not only to be caught with her fingers in her honey pie, but also to be watched by her own mother while she came. Just a little while ago, she and Heather had been planning their mother’s seduction. Now all she wanted was to be alone — totally alone — while she cleaned up. It was apparent that her mother wouldn’t oblige the silent plea. Her eyes began to tear up and overflow her lids. Tears of embarrassment slid in rivers down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Mommy.” And then the floodgates opened as she began to sob.

“Oh, Tina, honey. Don’t cry, sweetheart. Mommy isn’t mad. Not at all.” Cheryl sat on the edge of the bed and noticed the strong smell of her daughter’s orgasmic fluids. She hadn’t thought Tina would cry. She held her daughter to her and cooed words to soothe her. “Tina, baby, don’t cry. I understand what you’re doing. Mommy did it when she was your age. I still do.”

Cheryl’s words were beginning to register in Tina’s distraught mind. At first she had thought the tables had been turned. She and Heather had planned to have the upper hand, but now Mom did. But now, she heard her mom saying things that surprised her. In fact, her mother’s words were causing her heart to beat faster because they excited her. Her mother was confessing to masturbating.

She looked up into her mother’s eyes. “You’re not mad?” she sniffled.

“Of course not, baby. Why would I be? I did the same things when I was your age.”

“Then it’s okay if I . . .” she wanted to say “rub my pussy” but decided it was inappropriate to say to her mother.

“Masturbate?” Cheryl finished the sentence for her. “Of course it is, honey. Does Heather masturbate too?” she asked dumbly, as if unaware of all that had happened that morning and before, when she had sneaked into the room to lick her older daughter’s pussy.

“She taught . . .” Uh-oh. That might be saying too much. But again, her mother finished her sentence, her voice remaining kind and gentle.

“She taught you how to masturbate?”

Tina nodded. She was not aware of what was happening, but the signals she was receiving from her mother led her to believe that she and Heather would be free to do as they pleased with each other sexually, even to the point of including Susan.

“That’s okay, honey. Your Aunt Sarah taught me.” She looked into her daughter’s eyes. The comment obviously startled her. Cheryl’s older sister had taught her more than masturbation. She had taught her how to pleasure girls. Cheryl had been a good pupil, learning quickly how to finger and lick Sarah’s pussy. Sarah had returned the favor, of course, and that had been the beginning of Cheryl’s love of other girls.

“You and Aunt Sarah . . . ?”

“Yes, dear. We were lovers when I was your age. Younger, actually. I think Sarah started with me when I was 10, because I remember she had just turned 13, herself.”

This was all too much for Tina. Her mother had been seduced by her older sister the same as Tina had been seduced by Heather, her own older sister.

Gradually, Tina became aware that she was still lying naked on top of the covers with cum drying on her fingers. As this thought came to her, she became aware of more. Her mother’s hand had been rubbing her back in gentle strokes. Now, her hand was had moved to her ass, measuring a sweeping caress as it moved over the muscular globes of flesh. Tina wondered what she should do. On the one hand, what her mother was doing and saying was a bit shocking to the eleven-year-old. On the other hand, each of these shocking revelations and seemingly casual caresses were beginning to turn her on again. She thought of the dream she’d had of her mother licking her pussy into orgasm. She wondered if her mother was aware of the effects of her words and touch. She continued listening, hoping her mother was indeed aware of the feelings and urges that were swelling in her.

“Actually, honey, there is so much Mommy could teach you. And Heather, too. Isn’t it a mommy’s duty to teach her little girls how to satisfy their partners sexually?”

As Tina snuggled firmly into her mother’s warmth, she noticed something else. Only one of Mom’s hands were busy on Tina’s smooth body and ass. Her other was occupied with her own body. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Cheryl used her other hand to reach in and pinch her own nipples. Then the hand rubbed the tit flesh, massaging the aureole into a mass of goose pimples as her nipples hardened.

Tina continued listening to her mother’s voice as it soothed her into accepting that which had already been accepted. Tina wanted her mother to continue. She wanted her mother to tell her everything, to massage all the places that mattered, to make love to her.

Tina continued to watch as Cheryl’s hand parted the folds of the robe and continued down to her own pussy. Tina watched with fascination as her mother began to masturbate herself.

Cheryl noticed the girl’s rapt attention. She asked the question she already knew the answer to. “Do you want to watch Mommy and learn some new things?”

Tina looked directly into her mother’s eyes. This was it, the moment of truth as they say. And with a nod of her head, she changed all their lives forever.

Cheryl smiled, took off the robe, cast it to the floor, and lay back on the girl’s bed. She watched Tina’s eyes grow big. Cheryl knew she wouldn’t have seen a grown woman’s pussy up close before. Her legs were spread and her sticky labia were in full view. She took her hand and used her fingers to spread the wet labia that hid her clitoris. The tiny button popped up from beneath its fleshy hood. It was aching for attention, and that is exactly what she intended to give it.

Plunging the first two fingers of her right hand into her cum-soaked vagina, she began to piston in and out slowly with a steady rhythm. Using her left hand, she started massaging her pulsating clit between the index and second fingers in a scissor-like grip. All the while, she watched the cherubic face of her eleven-year-old daughter while she in turn watched her mother’s hands masturbating the wet pussy. She noticed the little girl subconsciously licking her sweet lips.

As Cheryl looked into her daughter’s face, Tina’s fingers began to massage the puffy lips of her vulva as she stared at her mother’s busy hands.

Tina glanced at her mom and saw her watching her. “Is it okay if I do this?” she asked, indicating her own fingers on her tender, hairless pussy.

“Of course, sweetheart. Do whatever comes naturally to you.”

The angelic face smiled in return and continued watching her mother’s show while the fingers plunged into her own excited mound.

Cheryl decided she wanted more, and now!

“Honey, do you know what would make both you and Mommy feel extra good?”

“What, Mommy?” Tina’s eyes were eager.

“Do you ever kiss Heather’s pussy and lick her clitty?”

The situation was beyond lies. “Yes.”

“Lie on top of Mommy with your face at Mommy’s pussy. Put your sweet pussy next to Mommy’s mouth. We can do what is called a 69.” She thought for a moment. Wanting to be sure Tina’s frame of mind was to still desire sex with her, she added, “But only if you want to, okay?”

Without answering verbally, Tina obeyed immediately, which was an answer in itself. She was longing to taste her mother’s much larger pussy. And she had a feeling her mother was longing to taste hers, too.

Looking at the tiny labia, Cheryl took the final step to an incestuous life with her own daughters. The temptation, however, was too much to ignore, especially considering how much her girls wanted it too.

Cheryl felt Tina’s hot little mouth glue itself to her gaping slit and begin to lick the cum from the recesses of her sensitive pussy. The sensation of having her own young daughter’s mouth on her pussy made her gasp in astonishment at how erotic the thrill was. This was better than any pussy licking she’d ever received because the thought it was her eleven-year-old daughter drinking her fluids as she coaxed more out of her with her lips and tongue heightened her lust a hundred fold.

Reaching out with her own tongue, she licked gently at the swollen flesh of her baby’s smooth vulva and clitoris. She poked her tongue into the entrance of her vagina and tasted the fresh cum as it leaked from that heated opening. She plunged her tongue into and out of her daughter’s pussy the way a man’s cock would. Abandoning herself to the feelings that were overwhelming her, she began to suck the labia, vagina, and clitoris. She felt herself becoming intoxicated with the tastes and fragrances of the youthful pussy that was now hers to enjoy. This pussy would be hers any time she wanted it. And Heather’s pussy would be next. Then maybe little Susan’s and those teachers’ pussies as well. The sheer power of these thoughts caused her to feel the first stirrings of her approaching orgasm. Even at this early stage, she knew it would be massive in its intensity.

Just as she thought the sensations devouring her body couldn’t get any better, little Tina stuck three fingers into her vagina and began to finger-fuck her mother’s creaming pussy. It was too much for Cheryl. She surrendered to the most powerful orgasm she’d had in years, perhaps ever. Just as this happened her daughter’s body began to rock and shiver with its own approaching orgasm. Cheryl’s orgasm seemed to come speeding like a train from some remote area of her body, maybe even outside her body. It slammed into her like a runaway truck of passion and sensuous sensation.

Cheryl became oblivious to everything but her own body and the orgasm that was tossing it like a rag doll around her daughter’s bed. She was vaguely aware that Tina, too, was cumming. Her own tiny body shivered and shook as the orgasm overtook her youthful body. She could feel the vibrations that her daughter’s moaning caused in the sweet lips that devoured her pussy with love. These vibrations registered in her pussy and sent her into paroxysms of orgasmic bliss. She became aware that she was moaning as well. No, she was screaming. Unintelligible words sank into her daughter’s ripe pussy flesh and disappeared.

After a few moments, the two incestuous lovers — mother and daughter — lay in each other’s arms, cooing words of love and joy. They napped. Later, when Cheryl awoke, Tina was sucking her left breast tenderly. Not so much as a lover, but as a child would. It was an activity borne of comfort and pleasure. When she realized her mother was awake, Tina looked at her and smiled, a look of complete satisfaction covering her cum-stained face.

Cheryl pulled the child to her and kissed her with a soft passionate kiss. Their lips pressed feverishly together; their tongues intertwined. Pulling back, Cheryl knew that they must get up. Otherwise, the day would not progress. And she meant for it to progress to new heights.

“C’mon, honey. We need to shower and get dressed. We have a lot to do today.”

“What, Mommy? What do we need to do?”

“Fun stuff. You’ll like it, I’m sure. Love it, even.”

Mother and daughter moved toward the bathroom to begin the day.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Eavesdropping Again

By Cheryl Taggert

My job that night was not very exciting. One boy and one girl. The girl was interested only in her I-Phone, and the boy only in his Power Rangers or whatever kind of action figures they were. I continued to be envious of Lisa and her job, watching the pretty ten-year-old, Kay. Even if she weren’t interested in sex, at least she had some personality. These two were downright boring. But, hey, the pay is good, and one must take the good with the bad, and my good was usually very good.

Not only were they boring, but I stayed with them in the hotel room while the parents went out for the evening. That was never a good job because I was unable to do anything at my place. Had I been able to keep them at my place, I would have been able to at least get some laundry or something else productive done while these two kids lived their boring lives.

There was one good thing, though, about watching the kids at the hotel room. The parents came back from their outing early, and I was able to leave. They paid full price, of course; that was always part of the deal. I had the rest of the evening to myself, and I wondered how things were going with Lisa and Kay. I knew they were at Lisa’s house because we had texted earlier that evening, and rather than call or text, I decided to just go there, mostly because I wanted to see Kay and enjoy that sight.

I pulled into the driveway, and steered around to the back carport. Getting out, I noticed how quiet it was in her back yard. I could hear the pump of the pool working and even the sound of the water being filtered as I went to the door and rang the doorbell. Only, the doorbell didn’t work. At least, I couldn’t hear it from where I stood, and when nobody came to the door, it was confirmed.

I knocked on the door and waited. Still no response. Lisa’s car was in the carport, so they were still there, unless they had gone for a walk. I tried the door. It was unlocked. Stepping into the kitchen, I still could hear nothing. They weren’t at the pool because I would have heard them when I got out of my car, and they would have heard me.

This was starting to give me the creeps. What if someone had broken in and murdered them? Would I find dead bodies in there? My heart pounding, I slowly crept toward the hallway that connected the rooms in the house. As I arrived at the entrance to the hall, I heard Lisa’s voice, and I started to breathe again. I hadn’t heard what she was saying, but the tone was conversational, so there wasn’t a murderer loose in the house.

Her voice was coming from the bathroom. As I stepped to the door, though, I could make out what was being said. I froze, my hand inches from the doorknob.

“Do you like that?” Lisa’s voice.

“Uh-huh.” Kay.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Told you it would. Are you sure you’re okay with this? Like I said, you’re in charge when it comes to sex things. We only do what you want to do.”

“I like it. Please don’t stop, okay?”

“Doesn’t it feel better than when you touch it yourself?”

“Lots.” I could almost hear the grin in Kay’s reply.

I quickly surmised what had happened. They had gotten into a conversation about sex somehow, and Kay had admitted to touching her pussy, maybe even fully masturbating to orgasm, and they had progressed to having Lisa touch her there.

I was envious.

And I was instantly horny.

But mostly I was having a party in my mind. Lisa was like me! This opened up a thousand possibilities. I decided to take advantage of the situation and eavesdrop some more before making my presence known.

“How long have you been touching yourself like this?” asked Lisa.

“I’ve been touching it all my life, but I started really touching it to feel good about a year ago, I guess.”

“How long have you been coming?” So Kay had come!

“About four or five months.” Her breathing was changing, becoming more labored. I also heard a swish of water, probably from Lisa’s hand speeding up her rubbing of Kay’s pussy, which I longed to see…and touch…and…well….

Lisa said, “I remember the first time I made myself come. It was a total surprise. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.” A nervous giggle from Lisa, followed by one from Kay.

“Yeah, me too.”

“So, I’m the first person to ever touch you like this? Other than you, I mean.”

There was a quick, hissing gasp from Kay before she answered. “Yeah.”

There was movement then Kay asked, “Why’d you stop? I’m almost there.”

“I thought I’d join you in there. Would you like that?”

“Sure. You mean you’re gonna get naked too?”

“Well, I’m not getting in the tub with my clothes on,” Lisa laughed.

“Okay!” I could hear the enthusiasm from Kay upon realizing she would see Lisa naked.

There was silence while Lisa undressed. Then Kay said, “Your vagina doesn’t have hair either.”

“Nope, I shave and wax it to keep it close to the way it was when I was little.”

“How long have you been doing it?” asked Kay.

“Playing with myself or shaving?”

“Playing with it.”

“I’ve been coming since I was about your age. I started touching it for pleasure when I was maybe seven or eight.”

“Wow.”

“Have you ever sucked a nipple? I mean other than when your mother was nursing you when you were a baby.”

“No. Have you?”

“Lots of times. You wanna try it?”

“Sure.”

“Remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I mean that.”

“I know. Are you gonna make me come?”

“Eventually. We have plenty of time, and the longer you put it off, the better it feels.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. You want me to suck on yours first to sort of teach you what feels good?”

“Okay.” Again, the smile behind the words was evident, indicating Kay’s acceptance of what was happening in the bathroom.

I heard more swishing of water as Lisa obviously positioned herself to suck and lick Kay’s small breasts, no more than puffy nipples, I imagined.

“Ooh. That does feel good,” said Kay.

“Oh, Honey, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” said Lisa with a chuckle.

“Whatcha mean by that?”

“Well, I probably shouldn’t have said it, really, since you may not want me to do it.”

“Do what?”

“We’ll talk about it later. Just sit back and relax and enjoy how my mouth feels on your nipples.”

More swishing. Then, “You want me to play with your pussy while I suck on your boobs?”

“Sure!” More enthusiasm from ten-year-old Kay, who was obviously quite mature for her age.

I listened as Kay’s breathing became more ragged with sexual desire. A few whimpers punctuated her need to come. I was totally sympathetic. After my boring night with Miss I-Phone and Mr. Action Figures, this was my latest version of Heaven.

I decided catching them like this would be best. They couldn’t deny what was happening, and it would make it much easier for me to join them. For a moment, though, I felt bad for what was going to happen. They would each be afraid at first. Kay of being turned in to her parents and Lisa of being turned in to the police. I knew I would need to put them at ease quickly. But how? Then it hit me.

After a moment I turned the doorknob and stepped in. Instant splashing seemed to roar through the bathroom as Lisa and Kay tried to arrange themselves in a less sexual position. Looking to see who it was that had interrupted them, they were shocked to see me standing there…naked…with one hand rubbing my pussy and a grin on my face.

“Miss Cheryl?” said Kay, confused but understanding enough from what she was seeing to know she wasn’t in trouble.

“Oh, my God! Cheryl!” said Lisa. “You scared the shit out of me!” She looked at me a moment. “Were you eavesdropping?” I nodded, still smiling. Lisa continued, “You mean you like…I mean…”

“Yes. It was the one thing that bothered me when I hired you, that it might curtail my ‘activities’.”

First, Lisa grinned, a bright, huge, pussy-eating grin that lit her face with joy. Then she stood and stepped out of the tub and hugged me. “I thought for a moment I would be fired.”

“No way! This is a match made in Heaven.”

“So you’re not mad we were doing this?” asked Kay, who was still trying to piece everything together into a complete understanding.

“Not in the least,” I said.

“Wow!” was her only response. Then it occurred to me. What if she doesn’t want me to join them? Lisa had been correct. She was the one in charge here, at least as far as who did what to whom sexually while she was there. I stepped away from Lisa and sat on the edge of the tub.

I took her hands in mine and said, “Kay, I have to ask you something, and I want you to know whichever answer you give is fine with me. And Lisa,” I added. “I know you and Lisa were, well, fooling around sexually before I entered. I heard what was happening, and it got me horny. I wanted to enter so that you didn’t worry too much about getting into trouble, so I took off my clothes and was masturbating when I stepped into the bathroom.”

Kay’s eyes were sharp and focused on me and every word I said.

“What I want to ask you is if it’s okay if I join you two in your sex play. Again, it’s okay with me if you say no, and it’s okay with Lisa.”

She looked up at Lisa, and I looked over my shoulder at her as well. She was smiling and nodded, “That’s right, Sugar-buns. I’m fine with whatever you say. Like I said before, you make all the decisions when it comes to sex stuff.”

I smiled at the nickname. It was very cute. I looked back at Kay.

“Does that mean we would kiss and touch each other and stuff?” she asked.

“If you say we can, yes. But only if you say we can. And I mean it when I say it is your decision and I won’t be upset if you say no.”

“Would you be disappointed?”

“Well, Honey, I’m not going to lie to you. Yes, I would be disappointed, but I wouldn’t be angry or upset. I would just take it in stride and still like you just as much.”

“Would you ever lie to me?” The words melted my heart. I could tell she’d been lied to and it had hurt her, as it always hurts us when lied to by someone we trust.

“No, Sweetheart, never in a million years.” I felt my throat tightening. How did something so…well basic…ever turn into this?

“Then, yes, you can join us!” she said, and smiled before pulling my face to hers and kissing me, complete with tongue.

When our kiss ended, I looked back at Lisa. “Either you’re the best teacher in the world, or she’s the best student.”

“Both,” said Kay, giggling.

“Well, there’s only one problem now,” said Lisa. “We can’t all fit in the tub.”

“Then I declare this bath time over,” I said. “Who wants to adjourn to the bedroom?”

Two hands went up. “I do!” said Lisa, followed immediately by Kay.

Reaching into the tub, I put my hands under Kay’s armpits and lifted her out, setting her on the bathroom rug. Lisa was ready with a towel, and we both used parts to dry Kay off, spending extra time on her butt and pussy without being rough with the thick cotton.

Taking Kay’s hand, who took Lisa’s, I led them to Lisa’s room. I glanced at the bedside clock. We had nearly two hours left for fun. And this was going to be fun, believe me.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Cheryl Taggert

It was still early, and I wanted to be sure we were not walked in upon suddenly, so I locked the door. Nikki was a hard and late sleeper, so I wasn’t too worried, but I didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks.

Emily’s request to watch me masturbate had released new sexual energy in me. I usually achieved several orgasms when I masturbated, so the spontaneous orgasm had not even come close to satisfying me. I had managed to calm myself some, but I was distinctly aware I would be needing some alone time as soon as I could get it. Emily’s question had made that need more urgent than I had ever thought possible. The thought of my nine-year-old daughter watching me bring myself to at least one orgasm, probably more, thrilled me completely. My pussy was already wet from the spontaneous orgasm and the sheer passion behind it. The thought of what was about to occur had caused a minor flood in what I thought of as the center of my being. My clitoris was begging for me to touch her.

I stripped down and, naked, lay on my bed. I patted the foot of the bed and Emily climbed up to sit where I’d indicated. Lying back, I began by playing with my nipples, which puckered and stiffened at my touch. Pulling them, my ecstasy rose as the sensations transferred to my pussy.

I knew Emily, being only nine, would grow impatient if I didn’t get down to business soon. I truly did not need the usual self-petting to get my body ready for masturbation and the orgasms that would follow, so I moved my hands down my tummy to my pussy. Spreading my legs wide, I looked at Emily. She was staring with enormous eyes at the slit between my legs. I was sure she’d never seen a grown woman’s pussy up close before. She had seen my naked pubes many times, but she had never looked directly into my spread pussy to see the real treasures that lay beyond my outer lips. My inner labia were much fuller than the youthful ones she had, and my clit, though not that large, was certainly bigger than hers, the nub rising from my pubic bone to beg for attention. I also knew that at nine, she did not get nearly as wet as I was. The cream covered my pussy’s insides, and my excitement was such I could feel it dripping out of my vagina and down to my butthole.

My fingers began to explore the soaked center of my pleasure, and Emily adjusted herself to get closer so she could watch me bring myself off.

I knew it would not take me long to reach my first orgasm. I was looking at Emily’s face between my legs. She was fascinated by what I was doing. I could almost read her thoughts. “I’m watching my mommy play with her pussy.” I noticed a quick glance at my eyes. I could tell she was wanting to touch herself as she watched, so I said, “Go ahead, Honey. If you want to do it too, go ahead.”

With that, she reached into her pj’s and inside her panties. She blinked with what I knew was sheer pleasure at what we were doing. I could tell it would not be our last foray into sex together, and I wondered what our new relationship would bring. Would I ever be able to live out the fantasy that had caused me to come abruptly while talking to Emily in the kitchen–to lick her pussy, my younger daughter Nikki’s, and Emily’s best friend, Sara’s? Would I ever taste the sweet freshness of their pussies? Emily pulled her panties and pj’s down to her knees in one quick motion and got to work on her little bald pussy in earnest. I could see the gentle rise of her butt cheeks and the top half of her butt crack. Along with her lust-filled gaze, the sounds of our fingers as they ravished our pussies, and seeing her gorgeous butt as it undulated in a sweet, erotic rhythm, my mind soared into imaginings and snippets of what I wanted so desperately to do to her, Nikki, and Sara.

As I crested into my first orgasm, I could see Emily was almost mesmerized by the view between my legs. She was definitely getting off on watching her mommy masturbate, and now she watched as I orgasmed in front of her for the second time that day, but the first one that was purposeful and planned and up close.

I rocked with the explosions inside me and panted and squealed as the orgasm slammed me into a writhing ball of intense pleasure. My body continued to spasm and shake with the enormity of what was happening to me. They say that sex is 10% physical and 90% mental. I knew that was true, but this was further evidence of its veracity. The thought that I was essentially putting on a sex show for my nine-year-old daughter, who was more or less returning the favor, had driven my passion to new, previously unattainable heights. The resulting orgasm was total in its engulfing of my body. Wave after wave of bliss shook me to my core and left me gasping while I considered the intensity of these feelings.

As my orgasm slowly subsided, Emily began to squeal and moan as her own orgasm hit her. Her red face squeezed itself into a look of pure orgasmic joy. Her full lips looked delicious, and I decided I wanted to taste them. Not later, though. Now.

I moved as quickly as I could to where I was now face-to-face with my little sexpot of a daughter, my lips mere inches from hers, her body still in the last spasms of her orgasm. She seemed to understand without words what I wanted. Or maybe it was what she wanted too. Nothing else mattered now. I wanted to kiss my little girl as a lover would, and I moved quickly to do just that.

Our lips met and groans of satisfaction seemed to dance on the air around my bed as we both gave in to our lust. My tongue moved into her mouth and she seemed to naturally take to what I was doing. Our tongues danced erotically around each other as our lips moved against the other’s. My hand began its inevitable journey to her pussy. I was just about to touch it–.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, it stopped. I moved back and looked at her. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I wanted it to continue, and I think she did too, but I felt that we needed some time to gauge what had happened and move our new relationship more slowly. It would not do to go too far and have her decide she didn’t want this to continue. After all, she still had her sister and Sara for lovers. If I make her ashamed of what we’ve done, she will drift away from me, not only as a lover, but also as a daughter. And that was one thing I could never allow to happen.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s okay.” Her breathing told me she was still feeling the passion of our embrace. “I liked it. Why did you stop?” She sounded nearly desperate for the loving to continue.

“I did too, Sweetie, but we should take this slow. I don’t want to ruin our mother-daughter relationship by doing things we might regret later.”

“Why would we regret it?” she asked, and I was stunned by the maturity in her question, as well as her childishness behind it as well. I could even hear the near-begging in her tone. Yes, she wanted me to continue, but that would have to wait until I’d had time to think about this and make sure it wasn’t a mistake that would ruin our love for each other. And while I knew we would indeed continue this form of love, I also knew that I needed to make sure she understood the ground rules. That if she didn’t want to do anything, she didn’t have to. I wanted her to know that she was, in essence, in charge of how far this went, and I needed her to think about how far she wanted it to go when we weren’t on the edge of orgasms.

“It’s hard to explain, Honey, but believe me, it could happen that our relationship could be damaged if we take this where I want to take it. I want to talk to you about this first and make sure we both are okay with things when we aren’t so…worked up.”

“I want to do things too, Mommy. I want you to do to me the things that you did with Lisa.”

I was suddenly suspicious about that last statement.

“How do you know what I did with Lisa?” Lisa was a woman I had gotten together with a few times, but we’d not been able to get together for a while now due to our schedules. I liked Lisa. Liked her a lot.

A sudden blush spread across her face and all the way down to her chest, and her eyes darted downward to avoid looking at me.

“Did you watch me with Lisa?” She took a deep breath, a sigh really, and nodded slightly. “Why? Why did you do that? That’s an invasion of Mommy’s and Lisa’s privacy.”

“I didn’t mean to. Well, not the first time, anyway. I came in cuz I needed to ask you something, but when I came in here, you were–well–busy, and I sorta froze and got curious about what you were doing.”

Wow. That sounded familiar, but I needed to focus on the current conversation and its meaning.

“How long ago was that?”

“Last winter some time. February, I think.”

“You saw Lisa and me together having sex?”

“Yeah, but she didn’t mind.”

“How do you know that?”

“Uh…she…uhh–” She was at a loss for words, which could mean only one thing.

“Did Lisa see you watching us?”

Again the downcast eyes and the quick nod.

“How do you know she didn’t mind?”

“Well, she sorta winked at me and put her finger to her lips in a shush kinda thing and motioned for me to hide in the closet.”

“Why didn’t I see you come in?” I knew it was a stupid question as soon as I asked it, and her answer underscored that.

“Well, because…because you were kinda, well, licking and sucking Lisa’s boobs.”

I was absolutely shocked at what I’d just heard. Lisa had been a sort of co-conspirator to allowing my daughter to watch us. Emily had only just turned nine in November. Lisa had seen her and told her to hide and watch. The idea of what had happened kept moving through my brain, but I couldn’t seem to grasp the meaning of the words.

“What else did you see us doing?”

“Licking each other–down there.”

“How long did you watch us from the closet?”

“Until Lisa had the good feeling, and I got kinda scared and left as quietly as I could.”

“Honey, did Lisa seem to like that you were watching?”

“I don’t know. I guess so.”

Then I realized how silly that question was. She had made sure Emily was watching when she came. In fact it must have made it even better for her. Then the reality of it came to me. Lisa enjoyed little girls too. She enjoyed MY little girls. The thought of my little Emily watching us having sex had been a tremendous turn-on for her. And, God help me, I realized it would have been a turn-on for me as well if I’d been honest with myself.

Beyond that, I wasn’t sure what to think of this and knew I wouldn’t know what to think of it until after a lot of time and lots of thought.

Looking at Emily, I remembered we were both naked and her sister would be up at any moment.

“Honey, get your pj’s back on and let’s get started with our day. We’ll talk about where we want this to go later, okay?”

She looked disappointed and sad, but she got up and grabbed her pj’s before moving toward the locked door.

“Honey, you have to get dressed before you leave my room. I don’t want Nikki to see you and know you were naked in here with me.”

She sighed and got dressed before unlocking my door and leaving. A minute later, I heard the TV going and got up to get my shower before moving on with my day. Before going into my bathroom, though, I picked up my phone and considered texting Lisa but decided not to do this by text.

I would call her later. After I’d had some time to think.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Cheryl Taggert

The idea of this occurred to me recently. It’s not a new idea by any means, but I thought it would be fun to write one like this. I hope you enjoy my take on the “Mommy catches daughter masturbating and ends up doing more” story. I may or may not go beyond a couple more chapters.

I guess I’d been thinking of them sexually all their lives. The “them” I mean are my daughters. Emily, my older daughter is eleven now. It was when she was nine that our relationship changed. I hope it was a change for the better. It didn’t take long to include her sister, Nikki, who is only thirteen months younger.

When they were babies, I knew they turned me on. I ignored it, but I was aware of the passion that was already there. I can remember the first time I noticed Emily’s little clit was swollen when I changed her diaper. I took my time cleaning her up, wiping the pee from her labia and seeing that her tiny clit was already protruding outside her inner labia just a tiny bit. It was pink and beautiful–and the cleaning had made it stand out a bit. Oh, it wasn’t large by any means. I don’t want anyone thinking she had this huge clit when she was a baby. That would be ridiculous. However, like a baby boy, she did get clitoral erections. I began to notice that the more I “cleaned” her, the quieter and happier she became.

I decided one day to see how far it would go if I didn’t stop playing with her pussy during a changing. I got some lube on my finger and, smearing it between my index finger and thumb, started rubbing Emily’s swollen clitoris. Not hard or even fast, just rubbing it lightly with my lubricated finger and thumb. Babies don’t produce much in the way of pussy juice, barely enough to keep things moist down there really, so I had to keep lubing her clit to prevent chafing from what was basically the act of gently masturbating my daughter.

After about five minutes, she began to rock her hips slightly and then more urgently. She started getting red in the face with her efforts, and I have to admit I was reacting to what was happening as well, realizing I would need to masturbate myself once this was finished. Within another minute or so, she started wriggling around and her midsection was spasming. I watched with almost clinical awe as my baby girl had her first orgasm. Well, at least it was her first since being born. I’ve read and seen ultrasound images purporting to show both male and female babies in the uterus masturbating until they apparently orgasmed. Perhaps Emily had done that; I didn’t know. I did know, however, that she was having one now, and I was responsible for giving her that first one.

I kept this up until she was starting to talk, when I decided it would be best to stop. Of course, Nikki had been born by then, so I had another daughter to masturbate. The odd thing was that they both seemed to love for me to change them. Well, I suppose maybe that wasn’t so odd, really, but I firmly believe my early times with them made them sexually aware of their bodies at a very early age, even though they had absolutely no concept that the feelings were sexual.

As they grew older and started school, they learned that certain touches felt good, and I never stopped them from doing whatever felt good in that way, but I did tell them that they needed to do those types of exploring touches when they were alone because it was rude to do that in front of company. Thus, I knew they were exploring their bodies, but they knew to do that in private.

I guess I should say now that I ended up raising my daughters alone. My husband, not the most responsible man in the world to put it lightly, ran off with our neighbor when Nikki was only four months old. This was fine with me since I had realized, almost from the day we were married, that I could not be what my mother wanted me to be–a straight woman. I had known I am a lesbian since my earliest sexual explorations, but she had refused to accept that and pushed me into marrying Ted. It didn’t help that I had already gotten pregnant with Emily, making it more difficult to avoid the altar as far as my mother was concerned. Ted and I married when I was four months pregnant, and less than two years later, he was history. He does not want anything to do with his daughters, and I am fine with that. I support them without child support from him, and that’s how I like it. My mother, of course, pushed me to make him “own up to his responsibility” and be a daddy to our girls, but I finally laid down the law with her about that, telling her I had no intention of ever letting him near them, so he could go ahead and leave forever. And that’s what he did. That way we both ended up with what we wanted. My mom was the only one pissed off about it.

While the girls were growing up, I had occasional flings with other women. They have grown up knowing their mommy is someone who loves other women. I do not hide who I am from them, even to the point of not being upset if they come into my bedroom the morning after I’ve had a friend stay the night to find their mommy naked in bed with a woman who was also naked. Occasionally, my date would be embarrassed, but I would assure her I hid nothing from them and she need not worry about it since they’d discovered their mother in bed in that same situation before and think nothing of it. The only thing this really prevented was morning sex, which I enjoy very much.

After a while, though, the dates began to dwindle, probably because of my two girls. Like many men, I suppose, some women don’t want to be saddled with children either. I have been a lifelong masturbator, so I turned to that to take care of my strong libido. I also had online stories I would read and enjoy while bringing myself to several orgasms while my daughters were in bed asleep. I also enjoy lesbian DVD’s and have a few of them hidden away.

My story actually begins early on the morning I made the mistake of entering the girls’ bedroom when I thought they were still asleep. I was gathering laundry and entered their room to get their laundry hamper. Nikki was asleep in her bed, but Emily, who was nine then, was definitely awake. She was lying in bed on her tummy, her face turned away from the door. The covers were down, covering only her calves to her knees, and she was naked. Her cute butt was rising and falling in a humping rhythm I was all too familiar with. I could see her teddy bear was positioned directly beneath her pelvis, where her pussy would smash into its nose with each downward stroke. As her hips rose, I could see her hands down beneath her, holding the teddy bear in place.

As I stood there, I was aware she had not heard me enter the room. Her face, as I said, was turned in the other direction, and I remained there, watching my little girl masturbate. I knew they had touched themselves in self-exploration, and I had entertained the thought that they might actually be rubbing themselves, whether or not to orgasm I didn’t know. This, however, made it obvious that at least Emily had become quite practiced at it, much as I had when I was her age. I realized she might reach an orgasm, and I was reminded of those early ones I would provide when she was a baby.

Then I realized something else. I was turned on. Not just mildly turned on, either. My pussy was almost squishy with my fluids. I also realized I wanted to watch Emily reach her self-induced orgasm. I stood there, my eyes glued to that gorgeous little butt, and listened as her breathing became ragged with lust and the need to come. I knew the feeling. My own pussy seemed to be screaming at me, “Hey?! What about me?!”

As she bounced her butt up and down, my own breathing became labored as the need rose in me. Then it happened. A moan escaped her lips as she started to grind her pussy into that bear’s nose. She was coming. And I was standing there, watching it happen. My heart seemed determined to leap out of my chest as I watched her. The orgasm lasted for maybe ten seconds before it began to dissipate. She let out a long sigh and seemed to go limp on her bed just before turning her face back toward the side of the room where the door–and her horny mother–were.

She gasped and sat up, quickly gathering the blankets around her nakedness. Her eyes began to well up and I realized I needed to calm her down quickly.

“It’s okay, honey!” I said in a near whisper. I didn’t want her sister to wake up and add to her embarrassment.

“Huh?” Emily said, slightly bewildered by my response to catching her masturbating.

“It’s okay. Mommy isn’t mad at all.”

“You’re not?”

“No, Sweetie. Don’t you remember me telling you that private touches are okay, but you just need to do them in private?”

She shook her head. Of course she didn’t remember that. It had been when she was maybe three.

“Well, I did. I’m just fine with you masturbating, Honey. Can you get your pj’s on and come out to the kitchen so we can talk without waking Nikki?”

She nodded and waited for me to leave the room before getting out of bed, which was interesting since A) I am her mother, and B) I had seen her naked just the night before after her bath, not to mention just having watched her masturbate. I realized it was different now, since her nudity had taken on another quality, that of sexuality. She had just had an orgasm her mother had witnessed–a good one by the looks of it–and her body was in a sexual state.

I closed the door and went to the kitchen to wait for her.

She entered looking a bit guilty regardless of what I’d said. I fixed her a bowl of cereal and gave her a banana with it, along with some orange juice. She sat and began to eat without saying a word, so I decided I would start the conversation that could not be avoided.

“Honey, it’s fine that you do that.”

“Sara says her mom would kill her if she got caught.”

Sara was Emily’s best friend, and it occurred to me that this comment meant that they had at least discussed what they did when alone, probably more.

“Well, that’s Sara’s mom, not your mom. I’m different, though I doubt Sara’s mom would kill her or even be that upset about it. All girls do it, and Sara’s mom knows that.”

I wasn’t exactly best friends with Sara’s mother, Hannah, but she was a fairly liberal-minded person. She knows I am a lesbian and has no problem with her daughter being friends with Emily. I know some mothers who do not allow their daughters to play with Emily at my house because of that. Sara had spent many nights with Emily and Emily with Sara. Hannah might be surprised by it, but not angry, at least that’s how she seemed to me.

“All girls do it?”

“Well, maybe not all, but the ones who don’t are usually prudes or overly religious, and even many of those types of girls masturbate. It’s natural.”

“Do you?”

I had expected that and was ready with the truth. “Yes. Quite often, in fact.”

“Do you get the good feeling?”

“You mean orgasms. Yes, I do.”

“That’s what they’re called?”

“Yes. I’ve been having orgasms since I was younger than you are now.”

THIS was news. Her eyes widened with surprise. “You have?”

“Yes. And I love them. Don’t you?”

She blushed and smiled for the first time since she’d seen me looking at her. To avoid answering directly, she put a spoonful of cereal in her mouth, but she nodded.

“So I suppose you know that I don’t mind if you masturbate at all. You are free to do that whenever you are alone or there’s nobody else in the house but me.”

“What about Nikki?”

“Well, you probably shouldn’t do it in front of Nikki.”

“Why not? I’ve done it in front of her before.”

“You mean she’s seen you masturbate?”

“Of course. Sometimes she joins in.”

For some odd reason, that surprised me, though it shouldn’t have. If I’d had a sister, I would have done more than masturbate in her presence. I always wanted one for incestuous reasons. The thought that Emily and Nikki might be fooling around was new. I wanted to know the extent of the “joining in,” so I acted nonchalant when I asked Emily, “Do you two ever help each other achieve an orgasm?” I said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and it may well be. I wouldn’t really know, not having had the opportunity to seduce my wished-for sister the way I wanted.

“Sometimes I do her and she does me, or we will rub ourselves on each other’s leg,” Emily answered, in the same “it means nothing” tone I had used in my question.

I decided to take my queries a little further. “You mentioned Sara and how she thought her mom would kill her if she caught Sara masturbating. Have you done these things with her too?”

Perhaps my voice was a bit less nonchalant because she looked at me warily before saying, “You said it was alright and that every girl does it.”

“It is and they do. I was just wondering if you and Sara did the same things you and Nikki do together, that’s all.”

“Yeah. And sometimes we all take turns touching each other. Is that okay?”

The fact was this conversation was churning my juices like crazy. I was so turned on, I considered excusing myself to go take care of things before continuing. I suddenly pictured my two daughters and Sara naked in the girls’ room and happily masturbating themselves and each other to orgasms. I began to wish I was their age so I could join in. But I knew if I did, I wouldn’t stop at touching or leg-humping. I suddenly pictured myself licking their pussies. It became so real to me. I saw them in my bed, all of us naked, as I took turns licking each of the girls until they came and then having them return the favor.

The fantasy was so strong, and my pussy was so worked up from what I’d seen and what Emily and I had discussed that I came without touching myself at all. I’d had spontaneous orgasms like that before when I was extremely turned on and hadn’t touched my pussy, but I’d never had one in front of either of my daughters, and Emily was sitting right there looking at me as I climaxed.

My body spasmed uncontrollably and I felt my face flush with reaction to my body’s sexual release. Then my face grew even redder as embarrassment hit me.

“Are you okay?” Emily asked, concern in her eyes as I tried to catch my breath.

“Yes, baby, I’m fine,” I managed while small after-shocks racked my body. The fantasy of me and the girls was still in my mind.

Emily was looking worried, but then the look began to change into dawning suspicion. “Mommy? Did you just–?”

I figured the truth would be best. “Yes, honey. It’s called a spontaneous orgasm. It occurs when a person is very turned on and their body just goes over the brink and they have an orgasm.”

“You’re turned on? Like…horny?”

For a split second I wondered where she’d heard that word before, but realized it was probably at school. Then my mind realized the corner I had put myself into by coming spontaneously like that. If I was horny, what had made me horny? would be the question in Emily’s mind right now. She was at least old enough and experienced with horniness enough to know you didn’t just sit down and get horny from sipping coffee. There were reasons for it.

I blushed again, perhaps more than before. I wondered how she’d take this news as I figured “in for a penny, in for a pound” when it came to telling the truth.

“Yes, hon. I have to admit something to you.” I paused, trying to make sure I had the words right in my head before saying them. This could be crucial for our relationship as mother and daughter. “Seeing you masturbating and having an orgasm turned me on, and then the continued conversation about it and what you do with your sister and Sara sort of added fuel to the fire.”

“You mean seeing me doing that made you horny?”

“Yes.”

“And thinking about me and Nikki and Sara made you hornier?”

“Uh-huh. Do you hate me?”

Emily’s eyes went wide. “Hate you? Of course not. You’re my mommy.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I enjoy thinking about you sexually?”

She looked as if that were the oddest question in the world. “No.”

“I have a really big secret to share with you, but you can never tell anyone, not even Nikki, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, her eyes growing excited at the idea I would share a secret with her.

“When you were just a baby–and when Nikki was a baby–I would masturbate you until you had an orgasm.”

There. I’d said it. I wondered where this would lead.

“Really?! That’s so COOL!”

I hadn’t expected it to lead there, but I was pleased it did.

“You think so?”

“Yeah! I mean, you did that for me when I was a baby! You made me feel that good!”

“Well, I also did it for selfish reasons, baby. I also got very turned on doing it and would masturbate after.”

She had finished her cereal and looked at me. “Mommy?”

“Yes, Honey?” My breathing was starting to slow down to normal.

“Umm…” She obviously had something to say that she wasn’t sure she should.

“What is it, Emily? You know you can tell or ask me anything.”

“Well, um, can I watch you masturbate sometime?”

My eyes must have widened at that request. I wasn’t expecting it, and the surprise showed, I’m sure.

She continued quickly in order to more or less explain herself. “You watched me.”

“Why do you want to watch me masturbate?” I knew the answer, or was at least fairly sure, but I wanted to hear it for myself.

“Cuz, it turns me on to think about you doing it.”

This was big. Bigger than anything I had ever imagined happening between us. I knew it would be frowned upon by society, but society also once frowned upon women showing their knees in public. With that thought, I made up my mind. I nodded and stood up, reaching out to take her hand. Then, my heart beating like a jackhammer, I headed for my bedroom with my nine-year-old, sexually precocious daughter in tow.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Cheryl Taggert

Cheryl looked in the mirror and thought of Susan. This would be the day, the wonderful day that she would meet Susan for the first time. Not that they didn’t know each other already. They had been exchanging emails for over a year and had become lovers online, if not in person. Now all that would change.

Of course, Cheryl would have to be careful. Susan was still a minor, after all. At first Susan had not been honest about her age, afraid that Cheryl wouldn’t talk to her at all if she admitted to being only thirteen. Cheryl, however, had been sweet and warm to Susan, whose guilty conscience made her finally confess. Then Cheryl confessed to Susan: she loved it that Susan was so young and pure.

Cheryl would have called her innocent, but that wasn’t exactly true. Susan Prestwick was anything but innocent. She was extremely sensual. She loved to masturbate to the erotic emails that Cheryl had sent. And Cheryl loved to send erotic emails to her little Susan. Susan, of course, would write back about what she had done while reading and thinking about Cheryl.

In short, they fell in love.

Checking herself one last time in the mirror, Cheryl left the hotel room, switching off the light as she went.

They had arranged to meet in London, at a small restaurant near Big Ben. It was called “Turks” for no apparent reason. They didn’t serve Middle Eastern cuisine or Turkish cuisine, so Cheryl assumed the owner was called by that nickname.

Entering the restaurant, she noticed Susan right away. She recognized her from the many pictures she had sent her in emails.

Susan beamed. Her mother had allowed her to come to London to meet a friend and spend the week with her and her family on holiday in the Lake Country up north. Of course, she had no intention of going with her friend, but she would be out of touch except for her cell phone, and Cheryl could “play” the part of the friend’s mom if there were any questions her mom might have that needed to be addressed by the adult who was supposedly supervising her, and Cheryl claimed she could do a good British accent. Susan doubted she would get a call, especially since her mom knew that sometimes cell phones were not very reliable in the Lake Country.

Susan had looked forward to this for a long time. She loved Cheryl, everything about her, from the hair that seemed to lounge on her head to the pretty toes that now peeked from the sandals she wore. Susan had never had a foot fetish or anything, but she longed to kiss and suck those toes. She simply wanted to make love to Cheryl, every square inch of her delicious body. And those square inches included her pretty little toes.

Cheryl smiled broadly. Like Susan, she was a bit nervous. They couldn’t be seen showing their love and lust for one another in a public setting. Cheryl hadn’t bought a plane ticket to London from the states just to be arrested for molesting a child. Seeing the object of her desires now, she thought about kidnapping her and taking her back home to stay with her forever, but she knew she couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t do that. She saw this as simply the first time they would meet and make love. Cheryl was still young, just twenty, and there was time for living together later.

Cheryl sat across from Susan in the booth, removing her ever-present sunglasses. Susan gazed for a moment into those eyes, losing herself momentarily in those pools of love.

“Hi, Susan. I can’t say how happy I am to finally meet you.”

“Hi.” For the moment, Susan was speechless. She chastised herself for a moment. She had practiced what she would say for a week. Now those words were gone, lost in a fever of ecstasy.

“Are you as nervous as I am?” asked Cheryl, picking up the menu that was already on the table.

Susan giggled briefly, putting her hands to her cheeks to hide the blush that crept up her neck to her pretty face. “I’ve been thinking of nothing else but this moment since you said you were coming to England,” she said, her hands still at her cheeks.

“Me, too,” answered Cheryl. The waitress hurried to the table. She immediately recognized what was happening, having seen such relationships far more often than most people would believe, but she would not tell, of course. Why should she spoil anyone else’s fun? Nobody had ever spoiled hers when she’d had a young girl meet her for a special rendezvous, or when she and her baby sister went out on what she thought of as a date. She could tell the two either were or would be lovers. It was apparent in their eyes. They held a seductive sort of love in them. She could almost see their eyes–and probably more–getting moist from the sight of the other.

“What`ll ya ‘ave t’ drink, miss?” she asked in a thick cockney accent, directing her attention to the older girl.

Cheryl looked at the waitress, who appeared to be around her age, perhaps a year or two older. “Water, please,” said Cheryl. “Susan?”

“A coke,” said the girl named Susan, who looked to the waitress to be no more than fourteen, but probably younger. Giving the older girl a sly, knowing look, she went to get their drinks.

“Oh, my God,” Cheryl whispered after the waitress had left. “I think she knows.”

“Knows what?”

“That we are lovers. I could tell…I think. She looked at me…she looked at me in a way that said…that said she knows what we are doing.”

“Nonsense, Cheryl. You’re just nervous, like me.”

“Maybe,” Cheryl said. “But we need to be careful.”

As if to challenge her warning, Susan’s bare foot traced a line up Cheryl’s calf. When she looked at Susan, she saw the seductive and mischievous smile playing across her youthful face. Susan giggled again.

“I saw that move in a movie once. Relax, you worry too much.”

Suddenly the waitress was standing beside their table with the drinks. Cheryl hadn’t seen her approaching, and what the waitress said shocked and surprised her.

“Yeah, hon. Relax. Y’secret’s safe wi’ me.” Setting down the glasses, she winked at Cheryl and smiled before leaving to take care of another customer.

“See? She knows and don’t care. We aren’t as hung up about sex as you Americans.”

“Well, that’s true,” said Cheryl, finally breathing. “But that doesn’t extend to twenty-year-old women having sexual liaisons with thirteen-year-old girls, no matter how sexy they are.”

Susan nearly  squealed. “Is that what this is? A sexual liaison? Cool!”

Cheryl looked across the table again at the pixyish imp of a girl whom she had grown to love so much. It was this playful nature that had gotten her interested in the first place. One thing was certain. Susan was Susan regardless of the time or place. Cheryl admired that, the simple acceptance Susan had of herself. She may be only thirteen, but she was more adult than many of the people she knew in America that were three times her age. She knew and loved who she was and lived every minute to the fullest.

While Cheryl was looking at Susan, Susan was looking back at her, taking in the reality of the moment. Cheryl was here, sitting across from her. She had reached out with her foot not only to be playful, but also to assure herself that she wasn’t a ghost or something. Her heart was leaping into her ribs. She was totally, completely, and madly in love with this beautiful woman. Her excitement was increased by the news she had to tell Cheryl, but she wanted to wait until they were alone to give her the good news. Susan saw the love in Cheryl’s eyes as she gazed at Susan, who felt her own tears of love and joy sting her eyes.

“I love you,” whispered Cheryl. It was the first time she had said it to Susan’s face, and the emotion overwhelmed her. She was both nervous and relaxed, excited and calm, longing and contented. Such was the paradox of love.

The younger girl’s smile once more brightening the interior of the restaurant as her eyes gleamed with tears of happiness, Susan said thickly, “I love you too. So much.”

The waitress arrived again, holding her pencil and pad at the ready. She could see the joy and love in their eyes. Once again, she wanted to put the American at ease. She leaned down and whispered in Cheryl’s ear, “Don’ worry, hon. I’d `ave a go a’ `er too, if she weren’t taken.”

Cheryl looked into the eyes of the waitress. Of course, it was the old “It takes one to know one.” The waitress recognized it so quickly because she, too, knew what it was to be in love with a person below the age of consent. Cheryl found herself wondering who the young girl the waitress loved was, and if they had consummated the relationship.

Straightening up again, the waitress said, “So, what’ll ya `ave?”

They each ordered. Cheryl had a Caesar salad, while Susan had a corned beef sandwich with chips.

“In America, you call chips `French fries,’ you know,” said Susan, with the air of someone who needed to explain the small differences in their British English and the American variety.

“Yes, I know,” said Cheryl, then added, “and in England they sometimes call a pussy a fanny, which in America is the ass, don’t they?”

Susan giggled again, then jumped a bit when she felt Cheryl’s foot on her own leg. Cheryl was smiling with the same mischief that Susan had earlier. She knew it was Cheryl’s way of telling her that she had relaxed and wasn’t as nervous as before. But her startled reaction to Cheryl’s foot caused her to bump the table from below and slosh their drinks over the brims of their glasses. Susan let out a sudden burst of laughter. Cheryl quickly mopped up the mess with some paper napkins.

“Shhhh,” said Cheryl, without really meaning it.

After they ate, Cheryl paid the bill and they left the restaurant, casting a quick glance and a wink at the waitress before moving onto the busy street outside. Turning left, she and Susan moved in the direction of the hotel.

“You are my cousin, as far as the hotel is concerned. Okay? Don’t forget that now and kiss me in front of everyone.”

“I wouldn’t do that, would I?” Susan smiled again. That mischievous, “No telling WHAT I might do” smile. Cheryl loved it in spite of its teasing quality, or maybe because of it.

As they entered the hotel, Cheryl directed Susan to the elevators, which they boarded and rode up silently. The moment they had really longed for was finally here. In seconds they would be alone, away from prying eyes, and they would be able to do to each other what they had only fantasized about before. They each realized that the touch that they had imagined with their own hands would become a reality. Each girl felt her pussy grow a bit warmer than before, slightly more moist. Cheryl could feel her clit expand with blood, the nerves becoming more sensitive so that even the delicate pressure of her panties stimulated her.

Finally they were at the door to Cheryl’s hotel room. She inserted the card key and the little green light shown to allow the two girls to enter their private world.

The door opened and Susan thought she was entering Paradise. The hotel room was nothing special, but it looked like the world’s finest honeymoon suite to her.

Stepping inside, they looked at one another for a moment, suddenly nervous once again. Dropping their purses, they turned to each other, enfolding the other in loving arms.

They kissed.

Their mouths devoured lips and tongues, intertwining like lovers, rubbing together with silent promises of soft caresses to come. Cheryl felt her nipples stiffen; Susan felt her own pert breasts respond as well. The erotic thrill danced slowly down to their dewy mounds and back again, trailing goose bumps like flower petals cast to mark a trail to find the way home.

Susan lifted her arms to allow Cheryl to remove her t-shirt. She was braless and the fleshy mounds stood up proudly, capped by rosy pink nipples that stiffened even more. Cheryl gasped at their innocent beauty.

Susan reached for the hem of Cheryl’s top, lifting it as Cheryl raised her hands in the air. Reaching back, she quickly unclasped the bra, allowing Cheryl to let it fall to the floor, forgotten. Susan had seen pictures of Cheryl nude, courtesy of erotic emails, but the reality was more than she had hoped. These were three-dimensional, soft globes of flesh for her to touch and kiss. Her mouth watered for them, so she leaned forward and, grasping the full tit, kissed the nipple, sucking it gently into her mouth to play her tongue across it.

“Ooooh, my God,” Cheryl moaned, running her fingers through Susan’s brown hair, caressing the red tipped highlights between her fingertips. Lowering her hands, she felt the soft shoulders, tickled the skin lightly, brushed her fingers along the line of her collar, then reached down to her small but perfectly formed breasts. They were a study in symmetry. Artists would die to paint these, or better yet, sculpt them. She pinched the nipples and listened to Susan’s breathing grow more rapid with the excitement. A tiny moan, almost a sigh, escaped Susan’s mouth. The breathy sound was like an aphrodisiac to Cheryl.

Susan’s hands moved to the buttons of Cheryl’s shorts. She struggled for a moment with the effort of unbuttoning them, giggling slightly as the button finally sprang free of the too-small hole that had held it. Unzipping the shorts, she edged them down slightly. They fell in a heap around Cheryl’s ankles, and Cheryl stepped gingerly out of them, leaving them where they were to be picked up later, after the loving that was finally happening after so long.

Reluctantly breaking the contact between Susan’s lips and her breasts, Cheryl knelt down and, looking directly into Susan’s crotch, undid the clasp that held her shorts on. She unzipped them and gasped aloud. Susan wore no panties. Her closely trimmed pussy was staring back at her, the slit seeming to wink seductively at her. Susan wiggled her hips and the shorts tumbled down, leaving her naked.

Cheryl leaned into the pussy she had longed for since meeting Susan online over a year ago and kissed around the slit, denying both Susan and herself the thrill they both wanted by avoiding the fleshy insides of the young girl’s pussy.

“I want to see you naked too,” breathed Susan thickly. Tears had once again sprung to her eyes unbidden. They surprised her.

Cheryl, fully understanding the erotic dance of disrobing each other, stood and allowed Susan to put her fingers into the elastic waistband and tug downward. Once again, gravity took over and the soft, powder-blue panties fell in a wisp to the floor.

“Let’s get on the bed,” said Cheryl, taking Susan’s hand in hers.

Susan moved in for another kiss, a passionate one, full-lipped and wonderful, a kiss that spoke her feelings without the need for words. She wanted the two of them to suck each other into themselves, to pull their souls together forever where they would live blissfully in one another’s heart.

“The bed,” Cheryl reminded when the kiss broke. She was getting anxious. She had waited a long time for this, after all, as had Susan.

They stepped over to the bed and, pulling down the covers crawled onto the soft cotton of the sheets.

They indulged in an ecstasy of touches. Caressing the soft areas of skin that seemed more alive than ever before. They missed no spot that might give pleasure while avoiding the centers of stimulation, the nipples, pussy, and anus. They brushed fingers across the area of tender flesh inside the elbow, played symphonies on ribs and thighs, tickled the undersides of the knees and the bottoms of feet. Everywhere was fair game. Everywhere but those three places wherein the typical ideas of sexuality lay.

Finally Susan could wait no more. On one of her hands’ journeys past the breast, she tweaked a nipple, watching as it stiffened, puckering like lips that longed to be kissed. She obliged the nipple by taking it in her mouth to lick and suck while pushing her hand down her lover’s body and spreading the lips of her cunt. Sliding a finger between the folds, she felt the erect clit and Cheryl’s hips bucked in response. Delving lower, she found the flood that had swelled like the tide in Cheryl’s vagina. Cheryl’s pussy was positively dripping. Her honey spilled out and crept down the crack of her ass, soaking her anus and gathering in a small pool on the bed linens.

For much of the time they kissed, making out like teenagers. It occurred to Cheryl that they were really not that far apart in age. After all, when Cheryl turned twenty-seven, Susan would be her age now, twenty. Perhaps they did have a future. Her heart swelled with the thought, which took a fraction of a second. It was then Susan had touched her nipple. Then when Susan touched her clit their lovemaking moved from playful caresses to wanton lust.

Suddenly the teasing was over. They moved into each other, hands exploring each other’s breasts and pussy, fingers grazing the anus. Each girl was nearing orgasm with surprising speed and a sense of need they had not experienced before.

Cheryl was the first to move to assume the sixty-nine position. Susan reached for her legs, pulling and urging her into place so she could begin drinking from the most intimate fountain of pleasure on Cheryl’s body.

Simultaneously, the two girls, lost in the delirium of lust and love, glued their mouths to the soaking slit of her lover. Cheryl was surprised that at thirteen Susan could get so wet. Her honey spilled out of her pussy and into Cheryl’s waiting mouth. Cheryl drank the nectar as if she had been lost in the desert and had discovered a pool of lifesaving water. She literally thirsted for the vaginal drippings.

Their hips bucked into each other’s mouth, straining for the climax that hung just out of reach. Fingers plunged into wet holes and continued tickling the other’s anus.

Finally, Susan began to feel her orgasm beginning to burn deep within her belly. The moment it began, her hips began to dance excitedly, wiggling her pussy against Cheryl’s face. At that precise moment, Cheryl began to come as well.

Susan panted her orgasm out, keeping her lips attached to Cheryl’s pussy as if it was the source of life. The guttural, orgasmic screams deep in her throat vibrated her lips, sending wonderful sensations into Cheryl’s pussy. Cheryl kept her own mouth planted on Susan’s pussy, transferring the wonderful vibrations to the teenager’s clit, making both girls’ orgasms that much more intense. Spasms shook their bellies, as tears of complete love stung their eyes.

Finally, when they could recover enough to move, they lay cuddled in each other’s arms. They didn’t talk for a moment, basking in the knowledge that they had finally brought their relationship beyond mere correspondence.

Susan broke the silence.

“Cheryl, what if I could come live with you for a year?”

Cheryl looked at her, blinking, not understanding how that could happen.

“What do you mean?”

“My mom says I can come to America as an exchange student. Would you sponsor me?”

Her heart pounding, she stared at Susan. Was she serious or was this just another playful game? She needed to know, because if Susan was playing, it wasn’t funny.

“Are you serious?”

Susan’s smile glowed. “Yes. My mom says if I can get an American to sponsor me, I can come to the states and go to school for a year.”

Cheryl pulled her lover into her, hugging her tightly, holding her close enough for them both to feel the shared heartbeat behind their ribs.

“Of course, baby. I would LOVE to have you stay with me for a year. Two. Ten, even!”

They held each other and made plans for Susan to come stay with Cheryl. And after they talked long into the night, they made love again. It was even better than the first time.

The Surprises Continue

By Cheryl Taggert

We were finishing our lunch when Savannah stopped by to see if there was anything else we might want in the way of food or drink. We already had her phone number and a very strong intent to call her.

“That’s fine, Savannah. We will be in touch, and soon,” I said.

She just smiled and winked. “I get off work at 3:30. The number I gave you is my cell number, so you can call me then if you like. I would love for us to get to know all of you better.”

“Us?” I asked. Who else did she mean?

“My little sister Rebecca and me. She would love this as much as I do. That is, if you don’t mind. I can promise you she will be as discreet as I am. She understands society’s problems with this.”

Jenny and I looked at each other. “How old is Rebecca?” I asked. “And for that matter, how old are you? Not that it matters, but I just thought I would ask.”

“She’s thirteen, and I’m nineteen. We’ve been doing this stuff since she was about four.”

I did the math in my head. “Then you were about ten when you started doing it with your sister?”

“Yes, but there’s more to it than that. We’ll discuss it when we get together.”

We left the restaurant and did some shopping at a nearby mall until 3:30. I dialed the number on my cell phone and Savannah answered immediately. “It’s Savannah. Talk to me,” she said.

“Hi, Savannah. It’s Cheryl. From lunch,” I added, since it occurred to me we hadn’t really introduced ourselves.

“Good. I was hoping it was you. I phoned Rebecca and I’m going to pick her up from our house. Where do you want to meet?”

“How long will it take you to get to Brookway Mall? We can meet outside the north entrance, the one by Belk.”

“We can be there in about thirty minutes.”

“We’ll meet you then,” I said, and disconnected.

We hung around the mall before heading toward Belk and the north entrance. The minute we stepped outside, Savannah and her sister Rebecca were walking up and Savannah was waving and speaking to Rebecca, pointing out their new “friends.” Seeing them, I nearly had a heart attack. I realized that Rebecca was a girl from my class last year, but she went by Becca in class. She was now a seventh grader at our school. I stopped cold in my tracks, frozen to the spot. I could feel the heat of embarrassment flooding my face and turning it a bright red. Based on Becca’s reaction, she was feeling the same way because her face was turning a beet red and her mouth was agape. I had never had any inkling that Becca was into girls, but I can tell you that I always noticed she was a hot little thing from the day she’d walked through the door into my classroom.

Her hands flew to her crimson cheeks as she gasped through her hands, “Oh my God! Ms. Taggert? You mean you… I mean… oh, my God!”

“It’s Becca Carson,” Mollie said to Dani. “I’ve seen her around school.”

“Mom, was she one of your students?” Dani asked, suddenly figuring out of the situation.

I looked at Dani and nodded, unable to find my voice for the moment.

Savannah spoke up. “I see. Well, if you would rather we not get together, I’ll understand,” she said, surveying the situation, but looking disappointed that we might have to cancel everything because of this unexpected and slightly embarrassing surprise. “I would have never thought that you were a school teacher.”

“I’m a school teacher too,” said Jenny, and Savannah looked at her. Becca seemed to notice Jenny for the first time.

“Ms. Taylor??!” she gasped. She was evidently shocked to see two of the teachers at her school as what we were, basically lesbian pedophiles.

It was a rather awkward moment, but Dani saved the day.

“Hey, we all have something in common, so there’s no need to be embarrassed or anything. It’s like meeting people who like the same exotic food you do. No different.”

“But in this case, it’s erotic food,” quipped Mollie, and we all laughed, breaking the tension.

“So, Becca, the question is are you comfortable with this? And if you aren’t, do you swear never to tell anyone about any of us?” I asked.

She looked from me to Jenny, as if making up her mind. “First, of course, I would never tell. I’m not into ruining people’s lives.” Then she stepped closer to Jenny and me so she could speak in a near whisper and still be heard. “And second, I’ve always had the hots for both of you, so why would I not be comfortable with this? I was just, you know, surprised that it was you.” She hugged me tightly and then Jenny. Finally, she glanced over at the girls.

“Mollie Thompson, isn’t it?” she said, recognizing Mollie. “But I don’t know you,” she said, looking at Dani.

Dani stepped forward. “I’m Dani Taggert. I’m her daughter,” she added, indicating me with a slight nod in my direction.

Our two new friends took this in with neither comment nor reaction of any kind, as if they ran into mother-daughter sexual relationships every day.

“So, shall we go to my place? It’s not far,” I said, wanting to move things along. After all, I’d witnessed a very hot scene in the restaurant without coming, and my pussy was crying out for some attention, and soon.

We decided to leave Savannah’s car at the mall and they rode with Dani and me. Jenny and Mollie followed in Jenny’s car.

We didn’t say much until reaching my apartment, just some small talk. I figured there would be a lot to discuss and didn’t want any of us to have to repeat anything for Jenny and Mollie.

When we arrived at my place, we carried our purchases inside, fixed some soft drinks for the kids and poured some wine for the adults before making ourselves comfortable on the chairs and sofa.

I decided to start the conversation. “So, Becca, you say you’ve had the hots for us for some time now?”

“Yes. I can’t tell you how often I’ve masturbated thinking about both of you. In fact, there was one day I asked for permission to go to the bathroom and got myself off when I was in there. I had been able to look up your skirt and got all horny about it and had to do something or die. I remember you commented on how I looked when I got back from the bathroom. You asked if I was alright because, as you put it, I seemed ‘a little flush.’ I just said I was fine and you went on with class.”

“I remember that!” I said. “You mean you had just cum while fantasizing about me?”

Becca nodded with a sly grin on her face. I felt flattered. “Well, I’ll be,” was all I could say, so I turned my attention to Savannah. “Savannah, what did you mean by ‘There’s more to it than that’ when I said something about how you were ten when you and Becca first became involved?”

“Well, you see, I was seduced by my mother when I was about six. I can remember enjoying all the attention she gave me, especially when she put her mouth on my little pussy. That was about six months after that Rebecca was born. When Rebecca got old enough, my mom told me it was time I initiated Rebecca into female love. That was when she was about four. My mom would watch us and masturbate then have me, and later Rebecca, lick her til she came. Of course, I wouldn’t tell you this if it weren’t for the fact that you are into the same thing.”

“We know. How old is your mom?” Jenny asked.

“She’s only 34. She was fifteen when she had me. I never knew my father, and she always said it was only a one-night-stand and didn’t really even remember his name because she was so high at this party at the time. She said she’d had sex with a couple of boys and one girl while she was there, so it could have been either of the guys who got her pregnant. She pretty well had Rebecca the same way, getting high at a party and getting fucked by some guy. Still, she prefers girls, especially us, but she doesn’t get high anymore, just drinks a little wine.” It occurred to me that their mother would love our blossoming club as much as we did.

“Wow!” Mollie said. “I wish my mom was like that.”

“I wish my mom had gotten started with me years ago,” said Dani, “like when I was four.”

“I wanted to, Baby. Looking back now, I know I really did. In fact, I stopped letting you sleep with me when you were six because I didn’t trust myself. I guess I should have let you continue sleeping with me because we would have gotten started sooner.”

She came to me with tears in her eyes and sat in my lap, hugging me closely. Soon we were both crying softly with the emotion of our confessions, and she began to kiss my neck. I knew this was the beginning of today’s orgy and let it happen. I was more than ready for it.

Soon, Dani was kissing my lips and everywhere else on my face she could, and I hungrily returned the kisses. I glanced over to where Becca was sitting and her hand was already inside her jeans, which were unzipped and unsnapped to allow easier access. She was gently rubbing. I felt a bit awkward in front of her, but only for the briefest moment as I recalled she had done this very thing in the school’s bathroom not that long ago while thinking of me. No, fantasizing about me. To her, this was her fantasy come true, and perhaps more.

Dani’s kisses began to move down my chest to nuzzle my still-clothed breasts. I allowed my eyes to continue wandering around the room, trying to figure out what groupings we would choose for this first time. Savannah moved over to Mollie and began kissing her and removing her clothes. Soon she had her down to panties only and her hands were squeezing every pliant area of her beautiful skin. As I allowed my daughter to remove my clothes, I watched as Savannah’s hands moved inside Mollie’s panties to grasp her slender ass, squeezing it in a sensuous rhythm.

Jenny, seeing that Becca was busy taking care of things herself, moved to where she could kneel in front of her. She had already stripped herself and began to remove Becca’s clothing. While my sweet eleven-year-old daughter continued to move down my body toward my now aching pussy, Jenny grabbed the elastic at the top of Becca’s panties and pulled them down, exposing her gorgeous pussy for all who cared to see. And I cared to see, believe me. Becca, keeping her fingers on the tiny nub of her clitoris, spread her legs wide to allow Jenny as much access as she needed. I noticed she had sparse dark hair that were just wisps that covered her outer labia. Jenny’s fingers joined Becca’s in an erotic assault of the cream-covered labia that looked like tiny butterfly wings spread for Jenny’s enjoyment. It was my first sight of Becca’s wonderful pussy, but it wouldn’t be my last..

Finally, I turned my attention to my lovely daughter Dani, who was just now moving from my boobs to my pussy, trailing a path of saliva that her tongue deposited along my belly as it inched toward my personal heaven.

When her lips arrived at my pussy, I spread myself further still, watching as my young preteen daughter seemed to glue her mouth to my sex. I could distinctly feel her tongue beginning to lick and explore, drinking up the copious flow of my juices. Her eyes were closed in what I can only describe as a state of pure bliss as she bathed her mother’s pussy with her tongue and lips. It was obvious that she was enjoying this to the fullest extent possible.

I had been on edge all day, really since Dani and I finished our morning session, but it was an edge that had been sharpened with need at the restaurant where we had met Savannah. Mollie, Jenny, and Dani had all cum, not to mention Savannah, who at that moment was in a passionate sixty-nine with Mollie. My pussy was on fire, seemingly paying me back for ignoring her needs earlier at the restaurant. Only a good orgasm could quench that fire, and my daughter was bringing me closer with each lick, suck, and kiss on my clit. I felt two of Dani’s fingers enter me, curling upwards to massage my G-spot, causing me to momentarily wonder where she learned about such a wonderful thing until I recalled her confession of spending a lot of time on the Internet seeking information about girl-girl lovemaking–while doing a lot more besides.

I glanced around again at the two other couples making love nearby. Jenny was now in the chair and Becca appeared to be worshiping Jenny’s pussy, which probably wasn’t far from the truth. Jenny’s legs were spread so far that she had her hands clasped behind her knees and was pulling her legs up and apart, watching Becca ravage her pussy with her gorgeous lips and tongue. I caught Jenny’s eye and we smiled in mutual, blissful pleasure. I turned my attention to Savannah and Mollie. Savannah was in ecstasy as she made love with her mouth, doing many of the things that Dani was now doing to my pussy. I couldn’t really see what Mollie was doing to Savannah, but whatever it was, it was enough to turn Savannah into pure sexual energy, rocking back and forth while clasping Mollie’s body to her like a child’s teddy bear meant to keep the bad dreams away.

The eroticism of these sights was almost painful. My senses seemed to be heightened. Every sound in the room registered. Squeaks of desire and moans of satisfaction mingled in my ears; the breathing of each person there could be determined in a way that allowed me to focus on any one girl’s breathing rhythms; even the ticking of the clock seemed to be audible to my suddenly sensitive ears.

My eyes caught tiny details of the visions presented to me. I could almost count the hairs on Mollie’s pussy. I could see the pinkish red tinge of Becca’s slit as she licked and prodded Jenny’s shaved pussy. I could count the tiny bumps that sprouted from Jenny’s nipples.

My sense of touch, however, was concentrated in one tiny square inch of flesh. Every nerve ending designed to feel sensations of touch seemed to exist only in my clit. I could tell I was beginning to charge headlong into what may be the best orgasm of my life.

And as surely as rain falls in Seattle in the autumn, my orgasm overwhelmed me like a tidal wave that came crashing over my body with joyous, spasming waves of energy. My body quaked and shivered, as if it were the San Andreas Fault, finally releasing all that pent-up energy. I became vaguely aware that my legs had clamped onto Dani’s head, not releasing her but holding her head to the place where all my sensations had gathered much the same way all the matter of the universe had gathered at the center of existence before the Big Bang occurred.

My orgasmic screams were so intense I heard a dog next door begin to bark with excitement. Perhaps my neighbors heard, but at that moment, I didn’t care.

It was, without a doubt, the most wonderful, intense, mind-numbing orgasm of my life.

I finally looked between my legs and saw my precious daughter there, a slightly worried expression on her face. “Are you alright, Mom?” she asked.

All I could do at that moment was nod and smile, which I did. She smiled back.

Realizing I was totally spent for a while and useless as far as getting her off, Dani moved to the floor and coaxed Becca and Jenny to join her in a daisy chain. Soon, Savannah and Mollie had joined in as well.

I just sat, numb, on my couch and considered how the past twenty-four hours had changed my life drastically.

Twenty-four hours ago, I had not had sex with anyone but my fingers and my toys for some time.

Twenty-four hours ago, I had not known the joy of actually making love with a child.

Twenty-four hours ago, I had not openly considered making love to my own daughter.

And twenty-four hours ago, I had not even met Savannah, who at this moment was licking Mollie’s bald eleven-year-old pussy while having her own hairless pussy licked by my daughter Dani. Mollie was licking Jenny to her orgasm while Jenny licked Becca, who feasted on the slit of Dani’s smooth mound.

I was in heaven. If this is hell, let me burn.

Finally, all the girls lay in post-orgasmic bliss, catching their breath. Bosoms large and small billowed to bring the oxygen into their bodies, and the rising of those fleshy mounds was one of my life’s most beautiful sights. I felt the urge to capture this landscape of beautiful, living flesh on canvas, though I cannot draw. It occurred to me briefly that this must be how Gauguin felt.

“What now?” asked Becca, stretching like a sleek lioness and interrupting my reverie.

“What’s your mother’s name and phone number?” I asked, picking up my phone.

“Before you call, you should know she’s with Jessica and Heather,” Savannah said, instead of giving me the phone number.

“Who are Jessica and Heather?” I asked. They had not been mentioned before.

“Jessica is my mom’s younger sister, and Heather’s her daughter,” said Savannah.

Jenny and I exchanged a look and I returned my attention to Savannah. “So then Jessica and Heather aren’t…” I let the question hang, its meaning perfectly clear.

“Involved sexually with us? Well, Jessica is, but Heather’s not,” said Savannah. She avoided my gaze, making me wonder if that was completely true..

“At least not yet. That’s why our mom is over there. To try to get Jessica to see it’s okay to have sex with your seven-year-old daughter. Mom’s been trying to convince her for over a year now,” added Becca.

“But your mom and her sister have been doing it together?” asked Jenny.

“Yeah, since Jessica was about five. She had Heather when she was fifteen.”

“Then Jessica is now about twenty-two?” I asked.

“Yes,” answered Savannah.

“And when Jessica was five and your mom about…” I did the math…”seventeen, your mom had sex with Jessica?”

“Yes,” Savannah said again, making it sound like the most natural thing in the world, which to me, it now was, thanks to the past twenty-four hours.

“And did Heather’s father run off?” asked Mollie.

“No. Heather’s father was my mom’s and Jessica’s uncle, but he died in a car accident a couple years ago.”

Jenny and I looked at each other again. This was one very close-knit family.

“I know we sound like the world’s most incestuous family, and maybe we are, but we all like it that way,” said Savannah, defending her family.

“Would anyone mind if I called them about what we’re doing here and inviting everyone over?”

“Not at all,” said Becca. “Mom would really like it, I know, and Jessica would too, but I’m not sure she would want to bring Heather.”

“Well, I could give it a try. Nine women and children making love in my apartment sounds like the best of all worlds to me.”

“Our mom’s name is Monica,” Savannah said and gave me the phone number for their Aunt Jessica. I dialed.

“Hello?”

“Is this Jessica?”

“Yes.”

“My name is Cheryl. You don’t know me, but I am a very good friend of Savannah’s, your neice.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. More than fine really. Is Monica there?”

“Sure, just a sec’.” There was conversation in the background, the gist of which, I figured, was the fact that Monica had never met any of Savannah’s friends named Cheryl.

“Hello, this is Monica,” a pleasant but confused voice finally said. “Who is this?”

“Ms. Carson, my name is Cheryl Taggert. I’m a friend of Savannah’s.” I paused. “A very SPECIAL friend.”

The emphasis on special was enough to let her know what I meant, but she was being careful.

“What do you mean, special?” she asked, wisely making me say it for her own protection. I plunged in.

“Let’s see. How can I put this? Savannah and Becca just participated in an orgy with a friend of mine and an eleven-year-old student of hers, my daughter, who’s also eleven, and me. I suppose that’s clear enough.”

There was silence on the line for at least fifteen seconds as she processed the full impact of what I’d said. “Are you there?” I asked, more to prompt a reply than anything else.

“Then I assume they told you about me and Jessica?”

“Yes, they did, as well as you and each of them. They also mentioned Heather and what you are over there now trying to accomplish. I thought maybe we could all get your sister to see the light, so to speak.”

Silence descended while Monica considered the proposition. Then I could hear some conversation, obviously with Jessica about what might happen. Eventually, she came back on the line.

“Wait a minute. You’re Cheryl Taggert? Weren’t you one of Becca’s teacher last year?”

“Yes, but this didn’t start until today.”

Another short silence. “Where do you live?”

I gave her my address and she promised they would all three be there within an hour.

I was skeptical about their bringing Heather, which meant Jessica might not come over, but I could tell from her tone that she was serious about at least coming over herself.

After we hung up, I recounted what little was said that the others didn’t hear, especially the part about their arrival within an hour.

“Wow! Mom must be close to convincing Aunt Jessica about letting Heather join in,” said Becca. “That’ll be good cuz…” she stopped suddenly, as if about to reveal too much.

“What were you about to say?” asked Savannah, curious herself as to what Becca could mean.

“Oh–nothing.”

“No, you were about to say something. What?” Savannah continued.

“Well… because I’ve already started messing around with Heather.”

Savannah’s jaw dropped. “You too?!”

“You mean, you…?”

“Yes! For about a year now!” said Savannah, laughing.

“And I thought I was the first,” said Becca. “I’ve only been doing it for about five months.”

We all got up to get more to drink and a snack while we waited for the others to join us.

It was turning out to be quite a day.

Continue on to Chapter 4

The Real Meaning of “Eating Out”

By Cheryl Taggert

If you’ve not read Chapter 1, you should read it first. Also, I must admit that this is one of my all-time favorite chapters. I’ve not done much to it.

After dinner and more sex, Jenny went home because she had to take Mollie and Emily home of course, but after dinner we had made love together while the three girls watched, since we had watched them earlier. They had ended up masturbating and eventually playing with each other again. I guess the sight of two grown women making love got their juices flowing once more. And the fact that Dani was my daughter and Mollie and Emily were Jenny’s students added a surreal quality to the evening.

After Jenny had left with her two, Dani began to prepare for bed, taking a shower, brushing her teeth and such. I thought about joining her but decided to let her have some time alone. I know it isn’t everyday an eleven-year-old girl starts a sexual relationship with her mother, so I allowed her some time to sort it out.

When she had finished, she came out to the living room where I sat watching TV. The only difference from a normal night was that we were both naked. She sat beside me and leaned into my side for a snuggle, her hair still damp from the shower, the aroma of coconuts wafting from her freshly shampooed hair. She reached up and began to play with my nipple absently. The touch wasn’t sexual; it was more like just something to do.

“Sweetie, are you okay with what happened tonight?” I asked. She nodded. “You sure?” Again the nod. “Do you want to talk about it? If you don’t want to do it again, I’ll understand.”

With that, she raised herself and looked at me, a slight fear in her eyes. “Of course, I want to do it again! I’ve thought about this for a long time. It’s like a dream come true.”

Relief washed over me like a cascade of warm water. “Then what is it? I can tell something is on your mind.”

“Nothing, really.”

“What did you mean you’ve thought about this for a long time?” I asked.

“One time I walked into your bedroom without knocking and saw you masturbating. Your eyes were closed and you were really close, so you didn’t see me. I just stood there and watched. When you began to come, I sneaked back out and went back to my room, pulled down my shorts and panties, and started rubbing myself. I’d known it felt good before, but now I could see there was more to it than that.”

“How long ago was this?”

“About three years ago. I remember because it was the summer before I entered fourth grade, and in August I’ll be entering seventh grade. That makes three years,” she said, holding up three fingers that only a short time ago had been inside me. “Anyway, I started rubbing and stuff and it felt different than it had before. I guess because images of you doing it were running through my mind. It took maybe thirty minutes and it was getting sore, but finally I came for the first time. Since then, I’ve tried to get peeks at you naked and all whenever I could and masturbate later while I would imagine us doing stuff.”

I thought about that. It was true. I had even noticed how she would always choose when I was in the tub to enter the bathroom to get something or pee. She had actually almost caught me masturbating once in the tub. I realized now that I had still not locked the door after that. I guess I wanted her to catch me. I also remembered enjoying the sight of her little puss as she squatted onto the toilet to pee.

“So what did you think about?”

“You know. Us rubbing each other and kissing. Finally, I got online and looked for some lesbian porn and that helped my fantasies a lot since I had found all the possibilities.” I knew what she was talking about. She hadn’t realized before that girls could have oral sex.

“So you’re okay with all this? Is there anything else you want me to know?”

She went back to snuggling my side. “I just love you, that’s all.”

“I love you, too, Sweetie.” Suddenly I was picturing when she was a toddler. She would snuggle against my side like this and fall asleep. The only difference now was that she was gently playing with my left nipple. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

“But it’s Friday. Can’t I stay up a little longer?” she protested, her gorgeous brow furrowing into a pout.

“No. I think either you go to bed now, or I end up having to carry you, and you’re too heavy for that, or I’m too weak.” I patted her left butt cheek as a signal for her to get up and head to bed. She looked at me drowsily and pouted. “Good niiiight,” I said, coaxing her to rise.

“Good night,” she said, and leaned in for a kiss. It was the first time in her or my life that we used tongues when kissing goodnight. Had I not already come about eight times, I would have thought about doing more.

As she started down the hall, a thought occurred to me. “Which bed are you sleeping in?”

She turned and looked at me. I had stopped allowing her to sleep with me when she was about six. I now realized it was because I didn’t trust myself. “You mean I can sleep with you?” Tears welled up into her eyes. I hadn’t thought it would affect her that way.

“Of course, Honey. We’re lovers now, aren’t we?”

She rushed over to me and leapt into my arms, straddling my leg as she did so. I couldn’t help but feel the softness of her little pussy pressing against my thigh.

“Yes, I guess we are. I love you, Mommie.”

“I love you, too. Now off to bed.”

As she scampered down the hall, I watched her shapely little butt, hoping this would all turn out well for her and me.

The next morning, being a Saturday, meant that Dani usually slept in. When I awoke the next morning, I looked at the naked sleeping form of my daughter. She had pushed the covers off in the night, and I decided that it would be a good time to do some casual exploring.

I scooted down and got another close look at her pussy without the desire to immediately begin licking her getting in the way of my inspection.

The mound made a soft rise from her belly, and the lips formed a small slit through which her tiny clit peeked out. I imagined her rubbing herself while thinking of me between her legs, licking and kissing her sweet pussy. The thought was giving me ideas when the phone rang. Because it was so much like an alarm clock and Dani had slept all night, the sound woke her. It was true she was a hard sleeper, but it was equally true that once she’d slept enough, she would easily wake up. I was caught. She looked down at me and smiled. Then reaching over to my bedside phone, she answered it.

“Hello?… Hi, Jenny!” She couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice. “Yes, she’s here. In fact, I woke up to find her looking at my pussy up close….Okay. Here she is.”

“You didn’t have to tell her that,” I hissed, but with a small smile to let her know I wasn’t really angry. Dani just grinned back at me. I lay back on the bed with the phone while Dani scooted down to do some inspecting on her own. To help, I spread my legs wide, which of course opened the view considerably to her eager gaze.

“Hi, Jenny,” I said. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if everything is fine with you two and to see if you wanted to join Mollie and me for lunch. Emily can’t make it, but Mollie is eager to get together with you two again.”

“That would be great,” I said, and Dani looked at me, understanding from my conversation that some fun was being planned. I glanced at the clock. It was already 10:35. At that moment, Dani decided her tongue needed to explore my pussy more than her eyes did. “Oooh. Oh, my,” I said into the phone. Jenny giggled.

What’s she doing?” she asked, probably already knowing the answer.

“Her tongue,” was all I had to say.

“Mmmm. Well, don’t wear yourselves out. Mollie and I want some of that too, you know.”

“Sure, and we want you two as well. When and where do you want to meet?” I managed to ask. Small, erotic twitches were already building in my body.

We made plans to meet at a little bistro downtown at 11:45 and hung up. Immediately, Dani, who had been rubbing herself, swung her leg over me and presented her pussy to my sight. It was much wetter than it had been when I had looked at it before.

I decided, why not, and dove in. Her youthful juices were like sweet nectar from the loveliest of flowers. I could feel Dani moving from my clit to my vaginal opening to my anus, working her tongue in and out or all around, driving me crazy with desire. I did the same, attacking her hairless pussy and tiny butthole, slobbering all over her and generally driving her wild.

Finally, I could stand it no more. Her lips were wrapped around my clit and sucking gently and I came. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm of my life, but it was a satisfying one. As soon as I finished mine, Dani began her own spasms, bucking her slim hips against my face and grinding out her orgasm.

Spent, we lay back and caught our breath. I glanced at the clock again. It was almost 11:00. I reached out and smacked her gorgeous little ass. “C’mon. We have to meet Jenny and Mollie for lunch in forty-five minutes.”

We showered together and arrived just as Jenny and Mollie did. They were both wearing bright summer dresses that came to mid-thigh. Mollie’s was a light powder blue that lightly hugged her tiny form seductively, and Jenny’s was a red floral print that was considerably looser than Mollie’s.

The restaurant was not busy at all for a Saturday. In fact it was nearly deserted. As we sat in a booth that was secluded from the view of other diners, Mollie and Dani put their heads together and had a bit of a giggle-fest. Mollie’s eyes darted toward me and I knew Dani was whispering in her ear about our morning.

I leaned over to Jenny. “Have you come yet today?”

“No, but I want to as soon as we can get somewhere after lunch.” Jenny was beside the wall of the booth, and the table was fairly wide. It gave me an idea.

“Why wait until then?” I asked and started to ease her dress higher with my right hand, all the while looking innocently at the girls. My hand got to her panties about the same time the waitress arrived.

She was a cute young girl, probably a student at the local college. She had short black hair and beautiful green eyes, a rare combination, and a genuine smile that attracted me immediately. Her breasts were a perfect size for her shape, probably a C cup. And she was a slender 5′ 5″ or so. Yes, I was attracted.

She greeted us by giving her name, Savannah, and listing the various specials on the menu and finished with, “So what can I get you to drink?”

If only she knew, I thought. “I’ll have a virgin… daiquiri,” I said, pausing as if I was making up my mind, but sending quite another message to Jenny and the girls. Dani and Mollie went into their huddle and giggled while Jenny just tried to keep her composure as my hand found the leg-hole of her panties.

“The same,” she managed when the waitress looked at her.

“And what about you two lovely ladies,” she said to the girls, who dissolved into more giggles. “The same,” they said in unison and squeeled with delight. And Mollie added with delight, “A virgin… daiquiri” with the same pause I had used.

I could see that the waitress was aware that something was going on that she was not a part of, even while understanding the basic joke. She gave us all a slight, quizzical smile and said, “I’ll have those to you in a jiffy,” and walked off to place our drink orders.

The girls burst into more laughter, which stopped suddenly when they saw Jenny’s face. It was obvious that something was happening to her. Her face had the unmistakable look of a woman who was nearing an orgasm. Mollie and Dani looked at each other with a “what’s going on?” question posed on each face. Mollie leaned down to look under the table and instantly rose back up before leaning in to whisper to Dani, whose mouth dropped open before she, too, bent down to investigate.

Then Mollie looked around to see if anyone could see or was watching. When she was satisfied we were being ignored, she lifted her butt and lowered her panties while raising her dress to a level just below her pussy. Dani, who was wearing shorts, did her own glancing around and shifted her weight so she could undo the shorts and make her own pussy available. Soon each girl had a hand below the table and was casually rubbing the pussy of the other girl. All of this, of course, would only be visible if someone came by and bent awkwardly to look into our laps or for some reason crawled under the table. I was the only one not being fingered, but I decided I could wait. However, I was concerned that the girls, who were less practiced at hiding their orgasms, might draw unwanted attention when they came, so I leaned over and whispered to them, “Do NOT come!”

They looked disappointed, but agreed to hold off, although Dani, who understood why I had said that, protested. “We won’t make any noise.”

I just shook my head, since the waitress was arriving with our drinks and silverware. She leaned over the table, placed our drinks in front of us, and stood back straight. Then picking up the napkin-wrapped silverware from her tray, she began to place it on the table but dropped one set.

“Oh, I’ll get it,” she said and before anyone could say or do anything, she had stooped down to get the silverware she’d dropped. Apparently, there was a reason to crawl under the table, an idea I had dismissed as silly to think would happen. Of course, none of us could remove our hands from the pussy we were feeling in time to avoid being caught, not to mention that Dani’s shorts were nearly to her knees with her panties pulled below her hips, and Mollie’s dress was hiked up to her hips with her own panties at her knees.

The fact that Savannah took about three seconds too long before rising to replace the silverware let us know that we were, indeed, caught.

A sudden flash of images, Savannah screaming and running away, the manager calling the police, Jenny and I getting arrested while the girls were taken into custody as well, flitted through my mind as I neared panic.

However, Savannah’s smile put us at ease. It was a smile of knowing, of understanding, and, well, of sudden lust, as if we had just provided her with some masturbation fantasies that might commence in the ladies’ room during her next break.

She leaned over the table and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell. I may be dropping more silverware as I pass your table, though,” she said and gave us a wicked, conspiratorial wink. She looked at Jenny and me and then the girls. “So please… continue.” Her eyes, and that pause, said it all. This girl was horny and found what we were doing to be extremely exciting.

The girls looked at me and I nodded. They began exploring each other again and Savannah leaned over the edge for a quick look at the busy hands of the two young girls before smiling and taking our food order. Then she went about her work.

I continued what I was doing, but I watched Savannah. She went about her job but looked at us every ten seconds or so. At one point she went to the ladies room but was not in there long enough to really do anything but wash her hands. When she came out, she spoke to what looked to be the manager. He glanced our way as I held my breath. She’d said she wouldn’t tell. What was she saying to him? I thought. Savannah started toward us again and plopped down beside Mollie, facing me, but glancing down occasionally at Mollie’s lap, where Dani’s fingers were quite busy.

“I told my boss you were friends of mine and he said I could sit with you for five minutes since it’s so slow. I hope you don’t mind.” She was already beginning to squirm in her seat.

She could have us arrested right then and there, so how could we protest even if we did mind, which of course we didn’t?

I knew the answer to my next question, but I asked it anyway. “Why do you want to sit with us? You could watch from anywhere.”

“Yes, well,” she stammered, “I just wanted to join you.”

With that, she reached up and took Mollie’s unoccupied hand and led it gently to her lap. Mollie’s eyes widened. “She’s not wearing panties,” she said in an excited whisper. Then I knew what she’d done in the bathroom.

I took my fork and casually dropped it on the floor. Leaning down to retrieve it, I looked toward Savannah. Knowing what I was doing, she spread her legs wide enough for me to get a good look. Mollie’s hand was already busy rubbing her pussy, which wasn’t shaved, but had been neatly trimmed. Mollie’s fingers were already literally covered with Savannah’s juices. She had apparently been quite wet before sitting down, but I certainly didn’t blame her. I myself was on fire to the point of worrying about staining my clothes. This made me think of something.

“Savannah, you might want to lift your skirt above your pussy. It might leak onto it and make a big wet stain.”

“Oh, thanks,” she said and scooted her skirt to where her bare ass was now on the seat. “Hurry, Hon,” she said to Mollie. “I have to get back to work in a few minutes.”

At this point, Savannah’s hand disappeared as well, and from Mollie’s reaction, I could tell that Savannah had placed her own fingers in Mollie’s slit, joining Dani’s fingers there. Dani, who must have decided it was getting crowded in Mollie’s pussy, sat back against the wall of the booth and began masturbating openly while watching Mollie and Savannah.

In the meantime, I had stopped fingering Jenny to watch what was happening across the booth. I glanced at Jenny now and she, too, was watching, but her hands weren’t idle. She was emulating Dani. I decided to continue to wait since someone had to keep an eye out for the manager to come tell Savannah to get back to work or something, but I did occasionally reach down for a little rub.

The next thing I knew, Dani had slithered out of her seat and had disappeared under the table. I had an idea of what she was doing, but I had to see, so I once again casually dropped my already dirty fork. Bending down, I was greeted by the site of my eleven-year-old daughter with her tongue in Mollie’s hairless pussy, lapping both the pussy and Savannah’s fingers. Then she moved to Savannah’s pussy, where she licked Mollie’s fingers and Savannah’s pussy. Sitting back up, I was just in time to see Savannah’s face contort into a wonderful presentation of a beautiful young woman having a powerful, but silent orgasm. I found I admired her ability to make no sound.

Dani remained under the table and I remembered the fork I had dropped but failed to retrieve. Leaning over I saw her with her face in Mollie’s pussy. Savannah’s fingers were still there but making no motions at all. I sat up and Savannah thanked us all before gathering herself together and going to the ladies’ room to freshen up and replace her panties, I assumed. The next thing I knew, Jenny was taking my hand and plunging it into her very wet pussy. I stroked a few times and she began imitating Savannah’s silent orgasm. At that moment, I heard some rather heavy, quick breathing from across the booth. Mollie, in spite of my warning, was coming. She wasn’t being noisy about it, but she wasn’t as silent as Savannah or Jenny had been. Then I heard Dani’s orgasm from beneath the table. She was a bit louder than Mollie, but still not loud enough to be heard from any farther than five feet away, given the various noises of the restaurant. Also we were fortunate that the nearest occupied table was nearly twenty feet from us.

Not worrying about the fork ruse, I glanced beneath the table to see that Dani had placed her pussy against Mollie’s bare foot and was humping it frantically. When she had finished, she pulled herself from beneath the table just as Savannah was arriving with our food. As she placed the plates around the table, mixing up who got what in her state of satisfied sexual desire, she looked at the girls.

“Was it good?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes,” said Mollie, but Dani just nodded.

“You just now had one, didn’t you?” asked Savannah.

Dani nodded again and smiled.

Savannah looked around at us. “You haven’t, though, have you?” she asked me.

I shook my head and said, “But I’ll get mine later. They owe me.”

Savannah smiled. “So do I. Will there be anything else?”

“Yes,” said Jenny. “Your phone number.”

Savannah grinned and slipped us a piece of register tape on which she’d already written her name and number. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

And with that, we enjoyed our meal.

Continue on to Chapter 3

The Hired Help

By Cheryl Taggert

Several weeks passed and I hadn’t gotten much more than the usual nanny jobs, a few hours here or there, sometimes with boys only, so there wasn’t much fun for me. Still, I was getting plenty of calls and sometimes had to turn down a call because of overlap, and my license only allowed for no more than three children at a time as long as none were below the age of three. If there was one below that age, I could have no more than two. I didn’t like it and felt it unfair to limit my business so much, but it was what it was.

Still, it kept me very busy, but I didn’t like turning down jobs, so I decided to hire a part-time assistant. With an assistant, I would have someone to handle the overlap or to watch the toddlers while I took care of the older ones, meaning the fun could continue if the girls I had were okay with that. That’s how I met Lisa.

I placed an ad in the paper for a teenager to help with a unique nanny service. Several applied, what with it being summer vacation and high school students far out-numbering the jobs available. I had interviewed two others and just wasn’t happy about them. They lacked enthusiasm for work, which usually means a desire to call in sick when they have other plans. Not only that, but, well, they weren’t very attractive. Yes, I know — that’s discrimination. Still, I wanted to work with someone I at least enjoyed looking at.

Lisa seemed to be just what I was looking for. She was pretty, with brunette hair that nearly reached a delicious looking butt, gorgeous brown eyes, a perpetual smile that spoke of friendliness and understanding, and a strong desire to work with children, which was the enthusiasm I spoke of. Her smile touched her eyes, to me a sign of personal beauty beyond the physical, and I nearly fell in love with her at first sight. Her pert B-cup boobs looked at least from the outside to be shaped a lot like my own, and I found myself wanting to find out how similar we looked topless, but I knew that probably wouldn’t happen. She was a sweet teenager, eager for a job and very attractive.

I did take the time to call her references, one of whom had to be one of her teachers from her school, and after speaking to them, I called her and offered her the job.

I explained it wouldn’t pay much. She would get 60% of the fee earned for any nanny jobs I arranged for her. I kept the remaining percentage as the owner of the business and the one who set up the jobs. I told her some jobs were overnight ones and if I already had one of those planned, she and the children she was caring for would have to stay at my place overnight if we both had an overnighter to deal with. I realized this might be the one thing in my plan that could curtail my fun, but it had to be done. She was fine with these arrangements and couldn’t wait to get a call. I also explained she might go days without a job, which she was also fine with, claiming it would give her time to work on some projects she had going on the side. A go-getter.  I liked that, too.

As it turned out, she had to wait only a couple of days before I needed her.  I was already scheduled from five o’clock until nine to take care of a brother and sister whose parents made arrangements with the hotel before ever arriving for their vacation, and I got a call from another hotel that a couple wanted someone to watch their ten-year-old daughter from 6 P.M. until midnight.

I called Lisa and arranged to pick her up and take her to meet the parents of the girl beforehand, and we arrived at the hotel around three to meet them and the girl.

After seeing the young girl Lisa would be watching, I wished I could find a plausible reason to exchange jobs. She was heavenly. Her name was Kay, short for Karen. Her blond hair hung to the middle of her back in natural waves, and her slender ten-year-old’s figure was just my type. She was tall for her age, and she was wearing a cute one-piece bathing suit that clung so tightly to her slender body that I could clearly make out the camel-toe of her bald little pussy beneath the wet material.  She looked positively delicious.

After our meeting with Kay and her parents, I took Lisa back to her place.  Her parents and younger sister were out of town that week for a soccer tournament her sister was in, so she had the place to herself. Their driveway ran to the back of the house where a two-car carport held only Lisa’s car. Directly in front of us as we turned to the left behind the house to park under the carport’s roof was an area of the back yard that was fenced with a tall privacy fence, and I could hear the pump station of a swimming pool on the other side of it filtering the water there. The privacy fence was attached to the house, indicating there was probably access from inside the house because I saw none from outside.

I had to pee, and Lisa was more than happy to let me use their bathroom, so I followed her inside the modest but tastefully decorated home.

The cold blast of the air conditioning met us as we entered the back door that opened into the kitchen. There was a breakfast bar just a few feet inside the room. Cabinets covered the upper and lower areas of the walls beyond that. They were colored a pastel sea-green and silhouettes of tropical fish were painted on them, along with sea plants painted on the lower cabinets along the floor. Had there been too many fish and plants painted on the cabinets, it would have seemed overdone, but this was perfect–decorative and colorful without being cluttered.

“This is beautiful,” I said as we entered, taken by the way the colors and scene created an atmosphere of welcome.

“Thanks.  I did it.”

“Really?  Maybe I could hire you to come work on my place!” I was only half-joking. “Which way’s the bathroom?” I asked, the need to empty my bladder becoming urgent.

“Just through here,” she said and walked through a doorway on the opposite side of the kitchen into a small room that served as a den of sorts, with TV and stereo equipment on one wall, then through another door to our left that led to a short hallway. An open doorway to the left opened on a formal living room, and as we turned right to walk down the hall, the bathroom was the first room on our left.

I scrambled in and dropped my panties just in time to sit on the toilet and pee. This room, too, had a seaside motif.  Detailed paintings of fish, not just silhouettes, decorated the opposite wall where a double sink and cabinets stood across from the tub and toilet, and a mermaid dominated the painting there. As I looked at it I found myself thinking she looked familiar. She was topless and her boobs were capped by pink nipples that looked very real.  Upon finishing my business, I stood up and studied the beautiful mermaid more closely. I realized suddenly that it seemed familiar because it was Lisa, but with blond hair. I wondered if the boobs were an authentic replication as well. In all honesty, they could have been my own, and again I wondered if we looked alike or nearly so in that regard.

After washing my hands, I exited the artistically decorated bathroom and returned the way we had come in, but Lisa was not in the kitchen.

“Lisa?” I called. No reply.

I went back the way I’d come and looked into the quaint, formal living room. No Lisa. I then went down the short hallway with a door at one end and another on the right next to where the hallway ended. Opening the door at the end, I found what was obviously her parents’ bedroom. I closed that door and opened the door to the only other room she could be in, figuring this must be her and her sister’s bedroom.

I opened it and was greeted with the sight of Lisa in a towel, which may have concealed her naked body but was stimulating to see nonetheless. She looked at me and smiled brightly.

“Hi, Cheryl. Sorry, but I wanted to get in some sunbathing before work.”

“Oh, that’s fine. I’ll just see myself out. Thanks for the use of the bathroom. Those paintings are wonderful, by the way. Is the mermaid modeled on you?”

“Yes. I hope you weren’t offended by the view of my tits,” she said, chuckling.

“Not at all.” I decided to keep the conversation going in this direction and reveal a little about my own body in the meantime. “In fact, we could be twins in that department, if the painting is accurate.”

She looked at me, grinning. “Really?”

“Really,” I said.

“Would you like to sunbathe with me? Since we look the same up there, it’s not like we’d see anything we’ve never seen before.” She was still smiling, but behind it I could see a hint of mischief.

I paused, considering her invitation. She must have taken it for reluctance.

“Sorry. That must have sounded awful, like I was coming on to you or something.”

“No, not at all. I was just running my calendar through my head to make sure I had time for it. That’s all.”

“Oh. Well, then. Do you? Have time I mean? I’d really like to get to know you more, and what better way than to sunbathe in the nude with you?” This time she laughed out loud. Her laughter was a symphony of beauty.

“Sure. Okay,” I said, and started to remove my shirt.

“Let me get you a towel to lie on,” she said and grabbed one from a shelf in her closet. Handing it to me, she sat on one of the twin beds and began talking about school. I noticed she was pretending to check out her nails, but her look would fall on me frequently as I disrobed in front of her. I couldn’t tell if this was curiosity, desire, or both.

When my bra came off, she noticed, of course. “Wow! They are alike!” With that, she pulled her towel off and exposed her own boobs, along with everything else. Our titties were nearly identical. She shaved her pubes as well, and I commented on that.

“You shave too, eh?”

She laughed softly. “Yeah. I’m not into body hair, and mine down there can get pretty thick. I figure I have to do a bikini wax anyway if I want to go to the beach, so I might as well do it how I like it.”

“Same here.”

She sat on the bed again and looked down at her hairless mound. “You ever look at it and think it looks just like it did when you were ten, what with the hair all gone and all?”

God! Was she determined to turn me on? “Sometimes,” I admitted, “but it is bigger now, fuller.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” She sounded disappointed. I couldn’t blame her, but then I’m in love with ten-year-old pussies. Was she? I’d met a few other women recently who were, Terri and Gina to be precise, so it wasn’t as uncommon as society would have us believe.

When I pulled down my panties, she was looking at me of course. I saw something in the eyes again. Was it desire? If she were a man, I could tell easily, but being women, we are better equipped to hide those feelings. Her nipples were hard, as were mine, but that could have been the result of the AC, though I knew better in my own case.

Standing, she said, “Well, grab your towel and come on.”

I followed her through sliding-glass doors onto a patio that encompassed the pool, which was small and kidney-shaped, but would do fine for a dip in the water. Four padded lounge chairs were next to the pool, two on each side, with a small table between each pair. A small shed, where the pump station and other pool necessities were kept, was at the far end.

Lisa laid her towel across one of the lounge chairs and lay down. I did the same for the lounger beside it. She had brought baby oil with her, and she began to rub it on her legs. “Want some?” she asked.

“Sure,” I answered and took the large bottle from her and put some on my palm before placing it between us. I started with my legs and began to move up my torso, to my belly, boobs, shoulders, and arms. Lisa was ahead of me in smearing the oil over her body, and I noticed she took her time covering her boobs with the shiny oil before moving to her vulva.

She giggled. “Don’t think I’m doing anything here,” she said, smearing the baby oil on her pussy.

“I won’t if you won’t,” I said, laughing and beginning to apply the oil to my own mound.

She once again seemed to be taking a little extra time with this area. “It does feel good, though, you know?” she said, and this time I could distinctly hear the desire in her voice.

Again, I wanted the conversation to continue in this direction. “As a matter of fact, I know that very well.”

We both looked at each other and laughed, giggling at the naughtiness of what we were doing, or at least implying.

We lay back with our hands now at our sides. She said nothing for a moment, so I tried again to steer the conversation. “But I’ll bet you have before.”

She looked at me then looked away. “Have what before?”

I could tell she wanted the conversation to go this direction but wanted me to be the one to drive, so to speak. She knew what I meant, more or less, but was making me say it.

“You know.”

“Know what?” She laughed again; her laugh was a bit nervous but adventurous.

“Do–that–out here with the baby oil.”

A little smirk crossed her features. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, giggling.

“I know I would if I had this set-up.”

This time she looked at me and held the gaze for a few seconds.

“It’s okay. We all do it, you know,” I said. “Only the method changes.” She was silent. “So, I was right, wasn’t I? You do it out here with the baby oil, right?”

She blushed and nodded. “Okay, guilty as charged.”

I looked at the clear sky, its blue like nothing any artist could ever paint.

“Yesss.  I knew it!” I looked at her again, grinning. She was blushing even more.

“You’d better not ever tell anyone about it.” The humor was still in her voice, but I knew she was also serious.

I continued to gaze at the beautiful sky. “I’d never tell. Who am I to make waves about that? If masturbation were an Olympic sport, I’d have a number of gold medals by now, and I’m only nineteen.”

She giggled some more at that and said, “I’m not so sure. I’d definitely give you a run for your money on that one.”

Time to go for the gold here. “You ever do it with someone else?”

“You mean with a guy? No way!”

“Or a girl.”

She didn’t answer. Instead she asked, “Have you?” The fact she answered with a question already told me what I wanted to know. If she hadn’t, she would have just said no.

“You won’t tell?”

“Are you kidding? What happens on the patio STAYS on the patio!” More laughter.

“Lots of times.”

“OMG! Really?!” I nodded. “With a guy or a girl.”

“Girl.”

“Who was she?”

“They. Who were they?”

“Oh, shit. Really? Then who were they?”

I wasn’t about to admit who some of them were, but there were enough others. “Friends.”

“Wow.”

“You never answered my question, though. You answered with a question, which is about the same thing, but you can at least admit it to me.”

“Well, sorta.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’ve done it with another girl there, but, well, she was asleep.”

“Yeah, I’ve done that too.”

“Wow, Cheryl, you’re just a real sexpot, aren’t you?” More laughter. God, it was so beautiful, as if the world’s best orchestra were playing songs just for me.

“Hey, if the shoe fits!” We both laughed at that. It was nervous laughter, of course, but in that situation that’s the best kind.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked, pausing. “It’s personal, so if you don’t want me to ask it, just say so.”

“We decided to do this to get to know each other better, didn’t we?”

“Okay.  Do you, I mean, have you ever, well, done more with a girl?”

This time it was my turn to answer a question with another one. “Have you?”

“You first.”

I took a deep breath, wondering if this would lead where I hoped it would. “Yes. A lot.”

She sat up and looked down at me. “Are you a lesbian?” She sounded incredulous, as if she couldn’t believe it.

“Yes.”

“OMG, you’re kidding!”

“Why? Is it that hard to believe?”

“I mean, you’re so pretty!”

“That doesn’t mean anything. Not all of us are butch, you know. So have you?”

“I’m not sure you’d count it as actually doing it with a girl.”

“What do you mean by that?”

She shrugged, blushing some more and picking at her nails. “Nothing. Just some messing around.” There was more to that, but would I ever know what it was?

“But you’ve wanted to do more, right?”

“I didn’t say that!” She grinned at me, laughing.

“You don’t have to. You wanted to with the girl who was asleep that time, didn’t you?”

“Was it that obvious?”

“Yes. To me it was.”

“God, I don’t believe I’m having this conversation with you. And you’re my boss!”

“Are you going to sue me for sexual harassment?”

“Of course not. I’m the one who got you out here naked and rubbing baby oil on your pussy.” More giggles, her lovely tongue pinched lightly between her teeth.

I couldn’t help it; I took the plunge. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

She shrugged again, still looking at her nails and blushing. “I don’t know.”

But she did know but wasn’t wanting to admit it just yet. We lay there for a moment, allowing that to hover in the air that had become heavy with the near-promise of sex.

She broke the silence. “Can I ask you something else, even more private?”

“Of course.”

“You know how you’ve masturbated with girls before?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You wanna do that with me?”

I looked at her, but she was still looking at her hands. “Since before the topic even came up.”

She smiled that radiant smile. “Same here,” she said, still gazing at her fingernails.

When she finally looked over at me, I already had one hand lightly rubbing my pussy and the other massaging my boobs and pinching my nipples. She smiled and joined me.

“We can’t be too loud because of the neighbors. They probably aren’t home, but I never take that chance.”

I got up and moved my lounger so that I could face her, tilting the back so I could sit up more. Then sitting down I spread my legs and began to rub again while looking at her hand and what she was doing to herself.

Soon, our hands were blurs. We were rubbing ourselves with an aching need to come building in our pussies. She watched me, obviously enjoying the scenery. Her left hand was squeezing her right boob and milking it to the tip, where she would pinch the nipple before letting go and starting over. Her fingers rubbed her glistening clit. I knew some of the wetness was from the baby oil, but I also knew that most of it was from her, from deep within her vagina. I suddenly felt hungry.

Both of us were breathing irregularly, getting closer to our climaxes. I knew it wouldn’t be long for me now, and from the looks and sounds of it, it wouldn’t be for Lisa either.

I began to spasm and quiver, jerking around on the lounger in the throes of the orgasm that was spreading through me, radiating from my pussy to the rest of my body. Seconds later, Lisa was there, too, grunting softly as her orgasm spread through her.

We lay back and just looked at each other for a moment. “I’ve wanted to do that all day,” she said.

“Me, too, especially after seeing you naked like that.”

“You really want to do it with me, don’t you?”

I laughed and mocked her previous words to me. “Is it that obvious?”

She looked at the watch that lay beside her lounge chair. “Oh, shit! We have to get ready. I’ve got to shower and be at the hotel in forty-five minutes!”

“Oh, yes. I guess the job does have to come first. I’d nearly forgotten.”

“And I was going to make love with you! I’m still horny!”

“Me too. But we’ll have time later.”

“When?”

“Will your family be home tonight?”

“Not until Wednesday.”

“Well, I could meet you here after you finish sitting Kay.”

“Oh, God. That would be terrific!”

“Then it’s a date!” We got up and went into her room and I got dressed. She offered to let me shower with her first, but I knew if we did that, she’d never make it to her nanny job, and I was the boss, after all. Before leaving, though, I approached her and took her in my arms and kissed her, my tongue working in her mouth and enjoying the feel of hers as it explored my mouth and tongue.

Walking to my car, I congratulated myself for hiring Lisa. This was going to be a wonderful working and non-working relationship.

Continue on to Chapter 9

The Joy of Sex-E Mail Correspondence

By Cheryl Taggert

About a week later, I decided to email Gina and find out what was happening to her and her family regarding the mutual desires of her and her girls. While it was true the girls’ father also desired his daughters, or at least Lynn, I was not that interested in what happened there. It was Gina and the girls I was most interested in keeping up with.

In my email, I also mentioned the woman who apparently saw us kissing good-bye, wondering what happened there. Here is the exchange of emails, starting with my first to her since they’d gone home…

July 18: Hi, Gina! Anything fun going on at your house yet? I can’t wait to hear about it if something has happened. In the meantime, I noticed a woman about your age was at the hotel and must have seen our rather passionate good-bye kiss. She smiled and waved at me as I pulled away before rushing to you and calling, “Hey!” I saw you stop and talk to her. Were there any developments there? She seemed happy to have seen us like that. Love, Cheryl

July 19: Hey, Cheryl! First, no real developments here yet. I have managed to catch Lori playing with herself one evening at bath time, but nothing significant. She stopped immediately when I entered the bathroom. I so wanted to tell her not to worry that it was fine with me if she played with herself but I just couldn’t manage to talk about it for some reason.

The woman who saw us was very much interested in getting to know me better, but in all honesty I was already rather sore from the combination of the night before with Evan and that day with you. Plus, there was nobody to watch the kids and Evan and I had already planned a final night out for dinner at Mi Casa. Mexican food is one of our favorites, and we’d heard the food there was great (it was!), so I exchanged email addresses with her and we’ve done some corresponding. She is very interested in getting together there next summer if we can manage it, or perhaps she and I can plan a weekend together. At least, that’s where things seem to be headed.

I’ll let you know if anything else develops on the home front. Love you! Gina

July 19: I certainly understand about soreness. I didn’t touch my pussy for a few days myself. If you arrange a weekend with her and would like a menage a trois, let me know.  😉

July 23: My lovely Cheryl! It has happened! And it was everything I hoped it would be and more! Here’s the scoop, as promised. I have provided what was said and done to the best of my memory:

I decided I would have to set things up in a way that Lynn would be “busy” when I got home from somewhere, since Lynn was obviously not going to just drop her pants in the den and masturbate with me at home, and I don’t barge into the girls’ bedroom when their door is closed. (Yes, they share a bedroom. Did they tell you that? At least now I know my frequent fantasies involving that have really happened.)

I told her I was going to run some errands (a lie) and wouldn’t be home for at least three hours (another lie) and told her to be sure to put away the DVD’s she and Lori had watched the afternoon before. This last was a set-up. You see Evan and I have several adult movies on DVD, and I decided to load one (one with a lot of girl-girl sex in it) into the player, as if Evan and I had watched it the night before after Lynn and Lori had gone to bed. I knew Lynn would remove the movie in the player if told to put away their movies, and the picture on the DVD left nothing to the imagination as far as what the movie on it was about. I figured that Lynn would think I had forgotten to clean things up after her father and I had watched the movie, which is something I’ve actually done before in the heat of the moment of passion, only to remember the next morning and take it out and put it away.

I thought the girls might get interested in watching an X-rated DVD if they knew I would be gone for at least three hours, and of course they did.

I waited about a half hour or so before returning home, having stopped for a latte and scone to enjoy to take the necessary time. When I entered, oh my, the sight that greeted my lustful gaze!

The girls were both naked on a blanket on the floor, with the DVD playing away, and Lori was between Lynn’s thighs, her mouth glued to her sister’s pussy! Lynn was facing away from me, and the DVD was playing rather loudly, so neither of them heard me pull into the driveway or enter the house. Lori, of course, was too occupied with bringing her sister off to notice me. In fact, her eyes were closed and she seemed to be savoring the delicious flavor of her sister’s immature juices.

I moved behind a wall briefly so I could remove my clothes before stepping out again to watch them. When I stepped out, they were still in the same position, only now Lynn was obviously getting very close to what appeared to be a massive orgasm, if her squirming was any sign of how much she was enjoying her little sister’s oral copulation with her most sensitive area.

I could feel the juices from my pussy coating my insides. The warmth of these fluids spread throughout my vagina and covered my labia and clit. I reached down to my wet slit and ran my middle finger from my vagina to my clit, shuddering as the finger came in contact with my magic button.

I watched as Lori licked and sucked her sister. I had moved to where I could see them with little chance they would see me. I was on fire and realized I needed to move quickly before Lynn came. I wasn’t sure what would happen then—if Lynn, having come, would call a halt to the lovemaking or if she would then get her baby sister off as well. Lori could have already come for all I knew. I just wasn’t sure, and I couldn’t take a chance the loveliness would end.

Stepping forward into the room, I said, “Hello, girls.”

It was as if I had touched them with a live wire. They immediately scrambled for cover, as if I’d never seen them naked before, covering their bodies in sudden shame for what they’d been doing. They paid little attention to me at all. None, in fact. They had heard my voice and immediately assumed the worst. I couldn’t blame them, really. If my sister and I had been caught as they had just been, we would have reacted the same way.

“We’re sorry, Mommy!” came tumbling out of Lynn’s mouth, the mouth I longed to kiss as a lover kisses her partner. The mouth my pussy craved.

“Yes, we’re sorry!” said Lori, still hiding her face from my view and thus, from seeing my nudity.

I continued to stroke my clit, keeping it on a strong simmer in anticipation for what I yearned for and hoped would happen. After all, the girls may have told you they wanted to have sex with me, but little girls change their minds. Would they still want to have sex with their mother? I find it odd I hadn’t thought of that until that moment, and embarrassment flooded my body at the thought I might be rejected.

At that point, though, there could be no going back. If they rejected me and my desires, I would just have to live with that. I suddenly realized that even if they chose not to pursue a sexual relationship with me, I would still allow them to be with each other, and without guilt. Guilt plagued my sister and me over the years; I would not allow that to happen to my daughters.

Biting the bullet, I asked, “What are you sorry for?”

Both girls looked at me, the obvious question on their faces: What do you mean, what are we sorry for? We were engaged in oral sex with each other! We were watching one of your sex DVDs! The questions that at first were written on their faces changed to a different question: Why are you naked? Then knowledge began to dawn, and the questioning looks were gradually replaced with looks of disbelief, quickly followed by sheer joy as if I had just told them Santa Claus was outside with presents for them in the middle of summer.

I grinned at them, telling them in that smile that yes, they were not dreaming, that I was naked and that we were definitely going to enjoy ourselves together that afternoon—if they wanted to.

Yes, Cheryl, even at that point, I was determined they would be the ones to choose what happened next and throughout the day, the week, the coming years. I refused to ever have them think that what we did was ever forced upon them. This was their choice, and if one decided to pursue the sexual relationship her mother was offering and the other didn’t, then the one who chose to abstain would not be made to feel guilt or remorse. Her decision would be welcomed with as much acceptance as the choice to say “Yes” would have been.

But they were each jumping up and down with glee, so I think I had my answer, but I wanted to be absolutely certain they understood.

“First, Cheryl mentioned you were both interested in having sex with me—and even your father, but we’ll have to wait on that until we all understand the ground rules for his being included. For now, I want you both to know that if you decide—ever—to not have sex with me, even if we’ve been having sex for some time, I am fine with that. This is your choice, and it’s a choice for each of you. You don’t need to have the same decision. I want to enjoy each of you sexually, and I want you to enjoy me, but that is always up to you, each and every day the opportunity arises.”

“I want to!” said Lori.

“Me, too!” shouted Lynn, and the deal was set. It was what I hoped for, what I yearned and hungered for, and it was finally about to happen.

I will tell you now, Cheryl, that my desires began when they were very young. I first noticed my desire to one day engage in sex with Lynn when she was still a baby and was sucking my nipple for her nourishment. Nursing made me feel so connected to her, and I was actually very surprised that there was a sexual thrill involved with having my baby suck my breast. I have heard that nearly all women feel this, but I am sexual enough that it made me hope that one day we could be lovers and I could teach her to suckle me again, not for nourishment, but to build sexual desire in us both. Of course, when Lori came along, I was ready for the thrill it gave me to nurse her, and I resumed my habit of masturbating to orgasms while nursing that I had begun with Lynn.

Evan saw me doing that one day and his interest was piqued, to say the least. He even got me to fondle their pussies at that very tender age, but I stopped as soon as they were old enough to stop nursing. They seemed to enjoy my intimate touches, but they had no say in whether or not I continued, so I stopped.

As they accepted my offer of lesbian incest, the movie they’d been watching was still running. Appropriately, there was a threesome with only girls on the screen at that moment, and I pointed it out. “Do you two like the movie I chose for you to watch when I left?”

They stared first at each other and then at me, their mouths dropped open in utter disbelief. They’d been set up, and they were just fine with that, thank you very much.

I sat them both on the sofa and had them spread their legs, with Lori’s left leg draped over Lynn’s right. “Watch the movie and enjoy it while I do something I’ve longed to do for many years now.”

They sat back and as my mouth moved from one girl to the other, sighs could be heard clearly over the sound of the moaning girls on the TV screen. I began by kissing the insides of their thighs, trailing wet kisses up and down between their pussies and their knees. My tongue bathed these tender areas as I moved slowly up and down each girl’s thigh, alternating between each girl and then each thigh as they watched the sex on the screen, occasionally turning to each other to kiss briefly.

“Mommy, are you going to lick our pussies?” asked Lori, obviously getting a bit impatient, but that was fine too.

“Yes, Sweetpea, Mommy is going to lick your pussies until you come on Mommy’s tongue and lips.”

“Do it soon!” she whined, pushing her hips up to try to entice me to lick her hairless mound and slit. This girl knows what she wants!

As I moved to Lynn, Lori put her hand on her pussy. Ah, she was going to finish what I had more or less started. I stopped her. “No, Sweetpea, let Mommy do it. It will feel so much better when you do finally come. Believe me. You will love it.”

She stopped rubbing her slit, but the impatience was evident in her face. Her look said, “Okay, I’ll give you some time to get me off, but if you take too long, I am going to take matters into my own hands—literally.”

I decided to end her impatience and bring her to glorious orgasm. After tonguing Lynn for a moment, I returned to Lori.

I sliced my tongue between the lips of her small pussy as I had been doing, but this time I didn’t stop with just one swipe through this particular heaven. My tongue began to vibrate on her tiny nub of a clit, moving back and forth across it as fast as my tongue could go. I looked into my younger daughter’s eyes and communicated silently that, yes, it was time for her to come.

Her red face was bathed in sweat and desire. She watched as my tongue swam hurriedly through her fluids, applying the necessary pressure to her clit to get it to the orgasm she wanted so badly.

In seconds she was bucking her hips against my mouth and nearly screaming as she came. I could feel the spasmodic contractions of the muscles in her pussy as waves of joy washed over her, spreading from her very center, where those convulsions had their birth. Each muscular contraction of her vagina brought whimpers of joy and satisfaction from her. I could barely believe she was so young. Her orgasms were more like those of a woman my age. Full. Complete. Volcanic. I suppose the times with Lynn had taught her body to have more mature orgasms. What a lucky girl she is.

Lori lay back and watched with hooded eyes as I turned back to Lynn and began to urge the beginnings of her climax from her. I did what I’d been doing before—coaxing the orgasm from my daughter’s depths slowly by seducing her with little kisses and licks all over her lower body. I would stop with only one swipe of my tongue across her clit, which was definitely a bit larger and more noticeable than Lori’s, and Lynn would buck into my mouth with each of those tantalizing touches with my tongue on that fleshy bundle of nerve endings.

Soon, I could feel the need in her just as I had felt the impatient need in Lori. Lynn, being older, seemed to understand that postponing her orgasm would make it that much better. I was amazed at her sexual maturity, not in a physical sense but a mental and spiritual one.

My tongue began the same fast dance across her labia and clit that Lori had enjoyed. Lynn’s body began to quiver and vibrate with the ecstasy of desire that was coursing through her body at that moment. She was close. So close I wondered if she could feel her orgasm’s vibrations before they touched her, which is what happens to me when I am about to have a more powerful orgasm than usual. She began to undulate beneath my lips and tongue, and finally the orgasm began to whip through her, causing her body to heave and bounce with the sheer pleasure of it.

As with Lori, I felt her vaginal contractions coursing through her body at light speed, causing her orgasm to emanate outward from her center to engulf her entire being. Throbbing and shuddering sped through her body like lightning. Her sighs and moans seemed to echo in my brain as I lay back, knowing I had finally done what I’d wanted to do for over a decade now.

The wait was worth it, Cheryl, and I have you to thank for it.

Finally, I lay back and announced, “It’s my turn!”

Two gorgeous and sexy little girls came to my rescue. They started with my boobs and moved down to my tummy and thighs, doing to me what I had done to them, licking, sucking, and kissing until I was a mass of shivering flesh in need of a powerful orgasm.

Finally, two mouths were fastened to my sex. I looked at them. My juices, which seemed to be gushing from me, covered their faces. Wet smiles greeted me until the smiling mouths went back to work on my pussy. I was in heaven. It may have been my own personal heaven, but it was enough of heaven for me at that moment.

The sisters, my daughters, went to work on my clit in earnest. A tongue on each side of my pussy licked at the tiny pebble that contained a mountain of lust and desire. My orgasm approached with surprising suddenness. I felt the vibrations before my orgasm hit, like an earthquake can be felt approaching, and my pussy simply exploded into an orgasm that made me feel as if I could never feel anything better. Never in my life. Never in a thousand lives. This was the best orgasm, the best anything, anyone could ever experience. Sensation wrapped me up and cuddled me while I went through a wild dance of purest delight.

When we had all caught our breath, I suggested a shower. That was another experience I will never forget, watching my little girls bathe each other and me in a most sensual and lovely way. I ended up getting myself off while they actually lay on the floor of my large shower stall and performed a lovely sixty-nine.

I still haven’t told Evan, but I will soon. I just want it to be mine for a few days longer. The girls understand and have yet to say a word in Evan’s presence about what we did.

My life is perfection now. THANK YOU!!!

Cheryl, I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this. Let me know, okay?

All my love,
Gina

July 24: Oh, my GOD, Gina!!! That was unbelievable! Do you know how often I’ve come already just from reading that? FIVE!

I am so happy for you and the girls! Please write more, but you can keep the details about what they do to Evan out of it. (Funny, but until you mentioned his name in the email, I didn’t even know it. Shows how interested I am in taking your husband from you. LOL!)

I am much more interested in what you do with them—and what they do with each other. 🙂

Love ya lots!
Cheryl

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