Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Talk About Your Extroverts!

By Cheryl Taggert 

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As I joined my little lover on her bed, a sexy, naked Ms. Hartley sat in the padded egg chair to watch me having sex with her daughter.

I kissed Erin, snaking my tongue into her waiting mouth. She was much further along to her orgasm than I was, having been masturbating by pressing her mound against the nose of her teddy bear when her mother and I entered just a moment ago. Judging from her exertions that I’d witnessed, she had been less than a minute from her climax. The fact her mother was now watching us had almost certainly pushed her closer.

She was moving her hips in an effort to make contact with my leg. I understood her need to come, but I wanted to prolong this a bit more before she came for what I assumed was the first time that day.

“Shhh,” I gently urged. “Slow down a bit and let me catch up, okay?” She looked at me with lust-glazed eyes. Her breathing was already quickened by desire as she smiled.

“Sorry,” she said.

“It’s okay. Let’s just take it slow. Believe me, the orgasm will be better because we slowed down some,” I told her.

She swallowed and I gave her a tender kiss on her naturally red lips. She hugged me and I could feel the sexual tension trembling within her. She was so on the edge I probably could have touched her clit and she would be coming.

As she disengaged from the hug, she glanced over at her mother.

“Pretend she’s not here,” I said. “Focus on giving me pleasure. That’s how we both will enjoy this the most.”

I had spoken to her before about receiving pleasure by giving it to a partner. “The best orgasms come from having made sure your lover gets the most enjoyment out of what you do to her,” I had said.

I lay back and allowed her to make love to me. This would allow me to catch up to her in the search for another orgasm as well as allow her own body to calm down a bit, causing what was a near boil to regress to a simmer.

She moved to my neck and kissed the soft area beneath my ear lobe, an area she knew to be one of my most sensitive erogenous zones. Then she moved down, kissing my neck until she arrived at my chest. She kissed the fleshy globe of my left breast, avoiding the nipple for now, moving around my tit and softly chewing and kissing it.

Finally, she kissed the nipple before sucking it into her talented mouth, but only for a few maddening seconds. Then she switched to my right breast. I heard a sigh from the chair but tried to ignore it.

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Good Lord! I can’t believe I’m watching this. I should be stopping it, but I can’t. They look so beautiful together. And Erin looks so… happy. Cheryl was right that the way I was raised is wrong. I hope she’s right about this. If she is the result of being raised to enjoy the natural tendency to enjoy these feelings, then maybe she is right. Oh, my, Erin is such a good lover. At the ripe-old-age of eleven she knows to listen to her lover’s responses. Look how she only sucked Cheryl’s nipple for a moment before moving to the other breast. Damn if she doesn’t already understand how much that improves lovemaking. I was telling Cheryl the truth, though. I’m not lesbian, but I don’t think I’ll be zapping those scenes in movies anymore. This is beautiful. Erotic. Stimulating. And it’s loving. I used to think sex with another girl was just a step above masturbating. Two girls just wanting to get off and using the other to do so. Now I see I was wrong. This is just as much about love as sex between a man and a woman. I still have no desire to have sex with a woman, but damn, this is hot to watch! I suppose I could touch myself. They probably won’t even notice. And who cares if they do? Cheryl was right. Masturbation is not a dirty word. Funny it took a teenager to make me see that. 

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Erin moved to my other tit and began giving the soft flesh a tongue bath, again avoiding the nipple. I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and couldn’t help looking at Ms. Hartley. I smiled as I saw her hand moving gently at her slit, tenderly rubbing the sensitive flesh. I hoped she would continue masturbating until she had an orgasm.

Erin’s mouth at my nipple pulled me back from thinking about her mother. I had been aware of the aching need for her mouth to land on that small berry of flesh. I nearly gasped at the contact.

Erin then moved to my left boob again. This time she was quicker to move to my nipple after enjoying the rising swell of my tit, and she stayed there for nearly a minute. The little game of stimulation continued as she switched again and did the same to my right breast.

She began to move down my body. I felt her nipple graze my slit as she gradually kissed her way toward my navel, which she loved to tongue-fuck. When she finally got to that indentation on my tummy, she giggled slightly and began pushing the tip of her tongue into me there.

Hearing another gasp, I looked at Ms. Hartley. Her eyes were glued to Erin’s butt, which was now up in the air and pointed directly at her. I imagined what she was seeing. That small, cute butt swaying gently from side to side, with her twin labia, bare of hair for the most part, nestled between her upper thighs, the slit a vertical invitation.

I was wondering if Erin had positioned herself that way on purpose, aiming her butt directly at her mom, when she wagged her ass a bit, purposely drawing attention to it and proving that she had indeed positioned herself intentionally. Either that, or she had realized her butt was aimed where it was and she decided to wiggle her hips to emphasize her position.

Erin continued her tantalizing journey, and soon her head was positioned so that the next move would involve performing what was properly called cunnilingus. She looked up at me and grinned before sticking her soft tongue out and giving my pussy a quick swipe, which caused a shiver to run through me like an electric current.

Glancing again at Ms. Hartley, I saw her other hand was now involved. She was pinching one nipple and continuing to stare at the upraised butt that was pointing at her. Her eyes looked exactly the same as Erin’s had when I’d noticed the lust in them.

Ms. Hartley’s gaze shifted to my eyes and she blushed, pulling her hands slowly away from her flesh. I gave her a quick shake of the head, my brow frowning, indicating she should not stop.

Swallowing, she hesitated before returning to what she’d been doing. Now, we were looking directly at each other. I grinned and she gave me a shy smile. I returned my gaze to the cherub between my thighs.

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I can’t believe this is happening. That cute, little butt is so beautiful. And those soft lips beneath look so sexy. I can’t believe those are the same butt cheeks I held when she was small and I would carry her wherever we were going, her legs wrapped around my ribs or stomach as my hand cupped that little handful of flesh. It’s… oh, my God, Cheryl’s looking at me, at what I’m doing. Does she think I’m doing more than remembering Erin as a small child? Does she think my stares are more about lust than love? ‘Stop that!’ My mother’s voice from years ago is again commanding me. Yes, I need to stop touching myself like this. It’s… but Cheryl is shaking her head ‘no’ and frowning. God this is so hard! I need to continue, though. I need to break that habit of listening to my mother, who was so wrong to make me feel guilty that I was normal. Good, Cheryl’s not looking at me anymore, but I’m glad she did. I shouldn’t deny myself this pleasure that hurts nobody. 

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Erin was now licking my slit, lapping up my honey. Each time that delightful muscle slid across my clit, I felt a tiny jolt of pleasure.

It was time to start pleasuring Erin. One the one hand I was sad I would be taking the lovely view from Ms. Hartley, but I really needed to get my lips on those same labia and butt that had the woman mesmerized.

I tapped Erin on the head and signaled for her to move her body across mine so I could lick that delightful pussy. It was telling that I clearly saw there was a moment of hesitation as she realized her mother would no longer be able to stare at her most private flesh, but that lasted only a second.

She shifted around, placing one knee on each side of my head and lowering her pubes to my watering mouth. I started by licking that place where the labia join the thigh, concentrating the pressure on the outer lips, knowing that the clit would still receive the pleasure of the pressure, but indirectly.

As I did this, Erin’s mouth went into a sort of hyper-drive, assaulting my clit by concentrating her lips and tongue on that tiny button of bliss. I felt the jolts of pleasure begin pulsing in my pussy when she did this.

I was approaching my orgasm, and I knew it was time to put direct pressure on Erin’s clit. I wanted us to come together, or as near to simultaneously as I could get. I was not sure how close Erin was now, but I did everything I could to bring her to climax because my own peak was approaching very quickly.

I needn’t have worried, though. I had only been tonguing and licking her clit for about ten seconds when she began to come. Her moans of intense pleasure filled her bedroom and the resulting vibrations of her lips brought me up to and over the edge.

Our bodies heaved and jerked and trembled as we came. Somewhere I could hear another sound of moaning, and for a second I wondered who it was before remembering that we were not alone. Ms. Hartley had come as well, and that made me extremely happy.

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Oh my. They’re going to sixty-nine. Now I can see what Erin is doing to Cheryl. Oh. She has two hands spreading Cheryl’s cunt and is flicking the girl’s clit with her tongue. She’s looking at me now. Just keep going. I guess it’s time she saw me enjoying myself sexually. She’s making sure I see her tongue on Cheryl’s pussy. Now she’s moved her head so I can’t see anymore. That’s okay. I know what is happening there. Erin is starting to come! Oh, my, so is Cheryl. They’re coming! Get there, get there, get there… YES! Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck! Aaaaahh!! Yes.

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Sitting up a bit, I pulled on Erin’s arm to bring her to me so we could kiss. When I did that, I saw Ms. Hartley sitting with her head back, perspiration glistening on her cheeks and forehead. Her hands were now relaxed near the areas she had just moments before been massaging and squeezing to induce the pleasures that had led to her orgasm.

Then I realized that the massaging and squeezing weren’t the only things to lead her to an orgasm, a pretty good one it seemed. Her daughter and I had been a major part of that pleasure, just as she was a major part of ours.

Erin was now lying beside me, thanking me with small lovers’ kisses, just as I was thanking her. She looked over at her mother, whose naked body was now sprawled in the egg chair, post-orgasmic bliss painting her features.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Erin said, and I was mildly surprised that she was crying softly. “I love you.”

Her mother looked at her and smiled. “I love you, too, sweetie. Are you happy?”

“Very,” Erin answered. Then the girl asked the question I knew she needed to have answered once and for all. “Mommy?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you want to join us?”

Ms. Hartley hesitated. I knew the hesitation wasn’t about deciding what the answer was so much as it involved choosing how to answer.

“Only in the way I did. I enjoyed watching you, and yes it turned me on to see that, but the only thing I wanted to do was….” She paused before continuing, and I realized she was forcing herself to say the dreaded word. “The only thing I wanted to do was masturbate.”

I felt Erin’s chest rise and fall in a deep sigh. I felt bad for her. She had obviously hoped this would lead to her finally having sex with her mom, but it was not to be. Her crying grew from gentle weeping to full-on crying at this news.

Ms. Hartley managed to stand and come over to the bed and sit beside us. Bless her, she didn’t chastise Erin for her obvious desire to make love with her own mother. Instead, she tried to soothe her.

“Baby, I’m sorry I don’t want to make love with you. I really loved watching the two of you. More than I thought I would in fact. And I’d like to do it again some day. But while I enjoy watching the two of you and enjoying seeing you grow up in this way, I don’t want to actually have sex with another girl or woman. It’s sexy and erotic, but I don’t want to participate more than what I did.”

“But I love you and want to make love to you,” she protested.

“Honey, there will be a lot of people you love that you won’t want to make love to.”

“But I want to make love to you.”

“I know, sweetheart, but you need to understand that if we did, I would be doing something I don’t want to do. If you want me to watch you or you want to watch me, that will be fine. We can watch TV and masturbate together now if you like. But I can’t make love with you.”

“But Cheryl makes love with her mom, and they like it!” Erin said, and I thought, uh-oh, the bad cat is out of the bag.

Ms. Hartley looked at me, blinking as seconds stretched into what felt like hours. “You do?” she asked, disbelief apparent in her voice.

I swallowed. “I wasn’t planning on telling you that, but somebody let the cat out of the bag,” I said, glaring at Erin.

“I’m sorry,” she squeaked. “I didn’t mean to, it just slipped out.”

Ms. Hartley sat there, staring down at the bed. She was looking in the direction of Erin’s and my pussies, but I didn’t think she was actually seeing them. She was deep in thought.

Looking into my eyes, she said, “Do you both enjoy that?”

“My mom and me?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Yes. I know my mom loves it and so do I. We’ve been doing it together for years.”

“How many years?”

That I didn’t want her to know. If I’d told her I was only six, she might freak. “Enough,” was all I said.

“Then your mom’s a pedophile,” she said.

“Well, not a predatory one. I am too, in fact. But there’s a difference between a predatory pedophile and a person who enjoys sex with people who are considered under age who want the sex as much as the adult. I was just like Erin is right now. The difference is that my mom was wanting it, too.”

“So what you’re saying is that your mother has never had sex with a child who didn’t want it as much as she did?”

“Yes.” I said it emphatically, wanting to make sure she understood that if the child didn’t want the sex, she would never even make a move on that person.

“That just seems so strange to me. I never considered that a child might want to have sex with an adult.”

“It happens all the time, believe me. I’ve had sex with one of my former teachers, not to mention the mothers of girls I’ve had sex with.”

“Really?” I could see she was trying to wrap her mind around this revelation. “I thought a teacher would lose her job if she had sex with a student.”

“She would, but I’m not going to tell. I wanted it as much as she did. It was not a seduction on her part. In fact, if anyone seduced someone, I seduced her. So if anyone caught us, I was the guilty party, not her. Then if that was so, why would I tell?”

“Who was the teacher?”

“You have to swear you won’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. I’m just curious. I don’t want to see someone lose her job or even go to jail. I mean, I could lose mine just from what happened today. I would certainly lose custody of my daughter if someone found out and told the authorities.”

“Okay. You remember Danni, my aunt’s lover?”

“She was your teacher?”

“Yes. My seventh grade English teacher. That’s how she met my aunt.”

“Is this really as common as you say?”

“I don’t know about others, but I can say if I’m any indication, it’s rampant.”

“God. How is it I’m learning about life from a fifteen-year-old? I should be the one teaching you about the facts of life, not the other way around.”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve accepted those facts of life instead of wanting to pretend they never happened, or were rare at least.”

“And you’re sure you are fine with what happened between yourself and all the adults you’ve had sex with?”

“Totally. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Does this mean you’ll make love with me?” Erin piped in, joining our conversation.

Her mother looked at her with love, but no longing. “No, baby. It just means I’m more willing to accept others for who they are, that’s all. And the good part is that includes you. I’m sorry, sweetie. Masturbating together is as far as it will ever go. But you can continue to have sex with Cheryl and her sister if that’s what you want.” Ms. Hartley looked at me and smiled, blushing. “You can even have sex with Cheryl’s mom and her teacher if you want, as long as it’s your decision.”

Erin heaved another big sigh, but this one sounded more like relief. “Oh, good! That way you can’t be mad at me for what happened at the sleepover.”

Ms. Hartley looked at me with shock on her face. It wasn’t angry shock, just tremendous surprise. “What?” she said, incredulity coloring her face.

I just laughed and, pressing my lips together in a line, shrugged my shoulders. “Hey, Erin wanted it. A lot.”

This time Ms. Hartley sighed in resignation. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked, looking at Erin.

“Watch Cheryl’s mom and me together?” Erin asked, shrugging with her eyebrows raised questioningly.

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The next morning when I arrived, Erin was already naked, and Ms. Hartley was completing her last-minute preparations for going to work. She had missed the entire morning yesterday and said she had some catching up to do. Although I knew Erin’s mother was now fully aware of what we did when she wasn’t home, it was still odd to come in and find the girl sitting at the dining table naked and eating Cheerios.

As I walked into the dining room, Erin said, “What’re you waiting for? Get naked!” She was as happy as I’d seen her in a while.

I looked over at Ms. Hartley and she said, “Go ahead. There’s no longer any reason to wait until I’m gone.”

She had a point. Doing my best to adjust to the new situation, I removed my sandals, pulled my t-shirt off, and shucked my shorts and panties. I hadn’t worn a bra.

By the time Ms. Hartley walked into the dining room to say good-bye, Erin was already sucking one of my nipples and had a finger inside my pussy.

She stood there for a moment, shaking her head. “You two… honestly. Erin, can’t you wait until I’ve at least walked out the door?” she said, easily guessing who had the idea to get started early.

Erin stopped what she was doing and grinned at her mom. “Does it make you wanna play hooky from work to watch us?”

Ms. Hartley looked from Erin to me and back to Erin. “As a matter of fact, yes, it does. So I am going to have to implement a new rule: No messing around with each other until I’m out the door. Okay?”

Erin giggled. “Ooooo-kaaaay.”

Ms. Hartley went to Erin and kissed her on the lips, but it was still just a motherly kiss. The odd part was she did the same to me. I stood there, dumbfounded, as she walked out the door, waving to us. “Toodles!” she said, and the door closed behind her. The kiss hadn’t been anything more than what I would expect from some old aunt or something, but she’d never kissed me at all before.

“Wow!” Erin said. “She kissed you on the lips! Do you think–”

“No, I don’t.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” she said.

“Yes, I do. You were going to ask if I thought maybe she has decided she does want to have sex with me after all.”

“Okay, so you do know. But she’s never kissed you before, and she kissed you on the lips.”

“True, but it was still like a mother’s kiss. If someday she kisses me and holds it long enough to involve tongues, I’ll say she does want to mess around. Until then, she’s just letting me know how much she likes me as a person. Not as a lover.”

I looked at the closed door where she’d said ‘toodles’ and smiled. It felt nice to know she liked me that much. Very nice, in fact.

I turned to Erin. “So, where were we?” I asked, and walked over to kiss her grinning face.

Continue on to Chapter 56

Erin’s Masturbation Story and the Unbelievable Consequences

By Cheryl Taggert 

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When I arrived for work on Monday, I could tell Erin was itching to tell me about the night before when she had planned to masturbate while watching TV. Her mom let her watch R-rated movies, and sometimes, as she had told her mother, she got turned on watching them and obtained permission from her mother to satisfy her desires wherever she wanted to as long as nobody else was there. Last night would be the first time she actually masturbated where her mother could see her doing it.

Her mother seemed rather distracted as she prepared to leave for work, so I figured it had happened. She barely had time to pull out of the driveway when Erin began gushing her news.

“I did it! I did it!” she said, once again hopping up and down in her excitement as she usually did when she had news to share that was particularly thrilling for her.

“Okay, okay. Just calm down and tell me about it,” I said, taking her to the sofa in the den. We sat down to talk while we waited for the thirty minutes to go by to make sure her mom wasn’t coming back unexpectedly before we got naked for the day.

“We watched this movie called Basic Instinct on HBO that had sex in it. I had seen it would be on and begged mom to watch it with me. It had like lots of sex in it. There’s even these two women kissing!”

“I know,” I said. “I’ve seen it before. Your mom let you watch that?”

“Yeah. She’s okay with R-rated movies, but I could tell maybe she was thinking it was too much. I mean there was all this sex in it and of course it got me horny, so I just pulled down my pajamas and started rubbing myself. Mom looked at me and I could tell she was a little bit uncomfortable, and so I said, ‘You said it was okay,’ and she said, ‘Yeah, I know.’ Then I just continued rubbing myself. I got off like three times watching that movie. It was so sexy! There’s that one scene where the lady spreads her legs and the guys are all looking up her skirt and she isn’t wearing panties, and I thought I was going to come right then just from that scene.”

“So you sat there next to your mom and rubbed yourself off three times while you both were watching the movie?” I asked. This was rather amazing. I would have expected Ms. Hartley to change her mind and make her go to her room to finish or leave the room herself.

“Yeah. The first time I came, she was looking right at me. It felt so wonderful to have her doing that! I mean I felt like I was in a movie like your mom.”

“So you liked her watching you come?”

“Oh yeah. Lots!”

“What did she do?”

“Well, she asked me if I was sure I didn’t want to go to my room and do that, but I said I would miss all the good stuff in the movie that was making me want to do it.”

This was, indeed, news. And it was making me very horny to listen to Erin tell about it.

“And you really came, like, three times?”

Erin nodded, smiling and very proud of herself.

I felt my pussy gush and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to get down to business. I started stripping my clothes off.

“Let’s go to my room,” Erin said. “I want to get comfy on the bed and watch you while you watch me.”

We left our clothes in a pile in the den and went to the bedroom. It had only been ten minutes since Ms. Hartley had left, but since she never seemed to return I no longer felt it necessary to wait. Besides, my panties were getting completely soaked from my dripping vagina.

I lay back on the bed and spread my legs, and Erin did the same next to me. I watched her hand as she dipped it down her tummy to her pussy and began to rub, and I followed her lead.

We were really getting into it when we heard a gasp. Looking up, my eyes met Ms. Hartley’s, which were wide with shock, as she stood in the open doorway to Erin’s bedroom.

Oh fuck, I thought. She actually came back home.

How in the world would I explain this? We were caught. It was all too obvious what we were doing together. It wasn’t as if I could say, ‘Oh, you see, it’s not what you think.’ It was exactly what she thought and could be nothing else. Then I realized that at least we weren’t doing anything to each other. All we had been seen doing was masturbating. It would definitely have been worse if one of us was sucking the other’s pussy or something. All she had us on was masturbating together.

All of this flashed through my mind in less than a second. Ms. Hartley’s hand was at her mouth in stunned disbelief. She had come home for some reason and had found her daughter’s ‘companion’ in bed with her daughter, masturbating.

“Uh… I… um–” was all I could manage to say as I felt my face flush to what had to be a deep red. Erin remained silent, her eyes just as shocked as her mom’s and her face probably as red as mine.

“Oh my God,” Ms. Hartley said and turned from the doorway to rush down the hall.

“Mom?!” Erin called after her.

“Ms. Hartley?” I echoed.

We both got out of the bed and ran after her. Don’t ask me why I wanted to stop her from leaving. I suppose the reason had something to do with not wanting to sit around all day waiting for the other shoe to drop, as my mom would say.

We found her in the kitchen, standing at the sink and crying.

“Mom?” Erin said, her voice faltering and barely audible.

“Would someone please explain to me what I just saw?” Ms. Hartley said.

That’s when I said the dumbest thing I could. “We were masturbating.”

“I know you were masturbating! I have eyes! The question is WHY were you in bed with my daughter masturbating?!” she screamed at me.

“Mommy, please don’t be mad,” Erin said. “Cheryl and me are such good friends, we just… wanted to. It’s… I don’t know… it’s… fun.”

Erin had begun crying now, too, and I quickly joined her. I realized my job was over. I would certainly be fired now.

“Fun?!” She looked at me. “Do you think seducing my daughter was fun?”

“I just… I just wanted her to like me and get along with me,” I said, staring at the floor.

“And you thought teaching my daughter to masturbate was the best way to do that?”

“You said yourself that whatever I was doing was working really well. That she was like a different person. That she was so well-behaved and respectful now. And anyway, I didn’t teach her to masturbate. She was already doing that on her own.” I was trying to make excuses, but then again, I was right. It had been my acceptance of Erin for who she was that had changed things.

“But how could you… I mean, what made you think that masturbating with her was a good idea? Why would that interest you?”

I caught that she was limiting what she thought we were doing to masturbating together. That was good, but her question may end up forcing more information to come to light. For some reason, though, I had stopped crying. I had decided to try to convince this woman that her own upbringing was what was wrong, not the acceptance I showed to Erin. And the love.

“I’m bisexual, Ms. Hartley, more lesbian than straight, actually. But you have it all wrong.” I said.

“I have what all wrong?”

“How to raise your daughter.” She opened her mouth to interrupt me, but I wouldn’t let her. I was going to say what I had to say. “You’ve been raising her the way you were raised. You said yourself that wasn’t a good way for you to be brought up. Why would it be good for Erin? Think about how happy she’s been since I started this job. Think about how much sweeter she is now. Consider how wonderful your relationship with her has become since you lightened up and allowed her to be herself.”

I could see that struck a chord.

Erin was still crying. Sobbing, actually. “Please don’t fire her, Mommy! Pleeeeease!” she begged.

“You don’t really want her to go back to the person she was, do you? Getting into trouble? Shoplifting, even? Being disrespectful and showing little more than reluctant acceptance of you, her own mother?” I asked, trying to do my best to point out the positives of what had been going on these past few weeks.

Ms. Hartley looked at Erin and asked, “Are you really different from what you were because of your relationship with Cheryl?”

“Yes!” Erin sobbed. “I love her.”

“Don’t you see?” I asked Ms. Hartley. “By letting Erin be herself, to enjoy what nature has given her to enjoy, by acknowledging that although she is only eleven, she is also a budding woman with her own thoughts and desires, you are telling her you love and trust her to make the right choices and to live her life to the fullest along the way.” I was actually quoting something my mom once said, advice she’d given me about how to raise my own children if I ever had any. Or at least I was paraphrasing it the best I could. I knew she’d be touched because I remembered it. She thinks I’m not listening half the time, but I am.

“Mommy, since when is it bad to love someone?” Erin asked, and I could see that this comment from her daughter did the trick. Ms. Hartley realized that we were just loving each other. The fact Erin was only eleven meant nothing. She was just doing what came naturally to her.

Ms. Hartley looked at me, her eyes red from crying. “But doesn’t this make you a pedophile? You’re fifteen. She’s eleven. She barely has any pubic hair, for God’s sake. What do you see in her?”

“The same thing you do, really. A beautiful, smart, loving, young girl, who has discovered the joys sex can provide. She told me that you witnessed that yourself last night.”

For the first time since arriving home, she smiled. “Actually, that’s what brought me home. I realized I would be worthless at work until I talked to someone about that, and I figured you would be the best person to talk to about it.” She glanced at the clock on her stove. “In fact, I need to call in to let them know I’ll be late.”

“Am I fired?” I asked for the second time since being hired.

Ms. Hartley looked at Erin, whose hands were clasped as if begging and pleading. Erin whispered, “Please?”

“Okay, I know when I’ve been beat,” she said. “You can stay on, I suppose, but I do need to talk to you about what happened last night.”

“YAY!” Erin yelled and jumped into my arms. It was at this point I realized the two of us were still completely naked. I thought it funny Ms. Hartley hadn’t mentioned it, not even a ‘Go put your clothes on.’

Then Erin flung her naked body into her mother’s arms and hugged her tightly, kissing her on the cheek.

After Ms. Hartley made the call, telling them she would be in after lunch, Erin went to her room to read — or maybe masturbate since we’d not finished earlier — while I sat down in the den with Ms. Hartley.

Looking down at the floor, I saw the pile of clothes we had left there. Ms. Hartley would have entered through this room when she arrived.

“What did you think when you saw our clothes on the floor?” I asked.

“Mostly I was puzzled. I heard the giggles coming from her bedroom. I suppose I suspected what I’d see when I got there, but I didn’t want to believe it. I guess I was hoping for a different explanation of why you two had gotten naked here in the den. But after last night–” she stopped, knowing I would be able to fill in the blanks, as it were.

I didn’t bother to get dressed for some reason. I suppose it was because I figured since she’d not suggested it, that going naked was now accepted as well.

“So what about last night?” I asked her.

“I suppose she told you everything,” she began. I nodded, not wanting to interrupt the flow of what she was attempting to put into words.

“She begged me to watch Basic Instinct with her. I hadn’t seen it before, but I knew there were some sex scenes in it. She’s watched mainstream movies with sex in them before, so I figured, why not? We had been watching maybe twenty minutes or so, and in the middle of a sex scene, she pulls her pajamas down to her knees and begins rubbing herself, as if she’d masturbated in front of me every day of her life.

“Part of me was shocked. I know she had asked if she could do it whenever and wherever she wanted and I’d said okay, but it surprised me anyway. I mean, she was so, I don’t know, brazen about it, as if she were flaunting her naked pubes for me to see.”

“She was,” I said. “She’s wanted for you to watch her for a while now. It’s sort of like showing you how grown up she can be.”

“I never considered that. Anyway, she was rubbing herself and grinning at me occasionally, but mostly she watched the movie while she did it. I really don’t blame her for getting turned on. I felt stirrings myself. It’s a very erotic movie. Anyway, about five minutes after she started doing it, she starts coming. I just stared at her. I kept thinking to myself, ‘she’s coming… my eleven-year-old daughter is having an orgasm sitting right next to me on the sofa.’ I was mesmerized by the sight and knowledge of it.”

“Can I ask you something?” I interrupted her for a question I really wanted the answer to.

“Sure.”

“If you’d been totally alone in the house, would you have masturbated while watching what you just called a ‘very erotic movie’?”

She blushed, and I had my answer even before she spoke it.

“Yes. I have to admit I would have. In fact–” She stopped dead again, and I knew what she was going to say.

“You masturbated when you went to bed, didn’t you?”

“Does that make me a bad person?” she asked.

I gave her a flabbergasted ‘when will you learn’ look. “Of course not! Stop thinking everything you do — or anyone else does for that matter — that involves sex makes you bad. Your parents were wrong, okay? Sexual feelings are natural. I mean, look at Erin–“

She giggled, interrupting me to say, “I did.”

I laughed as well, but continued. “What I mean is she understands that sexual feelings are good and normal. She knows there’s nothing wrong with her because she feels them.”

“But isn’t it wrong that I also enjoyed watching my daughter as much as I enjoyed the movie?” she asked.

So there it was. She was feeling so much guilt because watching her daughter getting herself off had stimulated her.

“Why should it be wrong?” I asked.

“Well for one thing she’s my daughter, and for another she’s only eleven.” She paused a second before continuing. “And finally, she’s a she. I’ve never thought of myself as having any lesbian tendencies at all. And now here I am getting turned on at the sight of my eleven-year-old daughter masturbating herself to an orgasm.”

“She wants you to join her, you know,” I said. “She’s dying for you to have a masturbation session with her.”

“I don’t think I could do that.”

“Why not? Just tune in a sexy movie, take off your clothes, and do what comes naturally — as in it’s natural.”

“Don’t you think she’d lose respect for me if I did that with her?”

I looked directly into her eyes. “Has she lost respect for me? Or has she decided she loves me even more?”

Her jaw dropped open at the realization that overwhelmed her. “You mean she will have more respect, more love, for me if I do this with her?”

“It’s a very intimate thing to do, don’t you think?”

“Oh, my God. Wouldn’t that be incest?”

“Not if you don’t do something sexual to her, or she to you. Otherwise, it’s just the two of you enjoying the beauty of the other as she has the greatest feeling in the universe.” I took on a mocking tone. “As long as you don’t get all caught up with ‘Ooooh, it’s innncesssst,’ then everything should be fine.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said. “I have another question, and at this point I really don’t care what the answer is.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Have the two of you done more than masturbate together?” I could see in her eyes she dreaded the answer but that she wanted the truth whether or not she liked it.

“Ms. Hartley,” I began, “I’m very experienced with sex with girls. I’ve been doing things for years.”

“And?”

“And yes, one thing naturally led to another.”

“What all have you two done?”

I bit my lower lip, released it, and said, “Um, everything.”

“Could you define ‘everything’?”

“If two girls can do it to each other, we’ve done it.”

Her eyes told me she knew exactly what I meant. She was wanting to know if we’d had oral sex. “And this is a big reason for her change in, well, personality?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“I’m going to have to get used to the idea that my daughter is a lesbian,” she said. She didn’t say it as if lesbian was a bad word. She was just stating what she saw as a fact, even though I wasn’t so sure she was correct.

“I’d say she’s more than likely bisexual,” I said. “She still likes boys, but yes, I suppose she will also like girls for the rest of her life, even if she suppresses it later when she marries. But you should urge her not to suppress it, but to find a man who allows it.”

“I suppose now that I’ve kept you on in your job that the two of you will continue what you’re doing?”

“Honestly, I think it would be better that way. Otherwise, you would be denying her the chance to explore who she is sexually. That would be like raising her the way your parents raised you, living in denial that you were — are — a sexual being.”

“Oh my God. The phone calls,” she said suddenly, realization dawning on her. “I called every day before coming home, letting you know it was time to clean things up.”

I shrugged and smiled slightly. “Basically, we always waited until you were gone for a half hour and we’d get naked. Then we’d get dressed when you called.”

“But I wasn’t gone a half hour today. I was only gone maybe fifteen minutes, tops.”

“Yeah, I know. We got carried away with Erin’s story about last night and, well, we decided to start early because you’d never come back home after leaving before.”

She thought for a moment then said, “So you’re saying the two of you spent every day naked after I left?”

“Yeah.”

“What about your sister? Did she get involved too?”

“Yeah. She’s not my real sister. My mom is sort of taking care of her until her mom returns.” I didn’t go into the Cindy situation more than that.

“Then you have sex with her too?”

“Yeah,” I said, seeing no reason to deny it at that point. “We even share the same bed.”

“That must have been an interesting sleepover,” she said.

I smiled. “Yeah, it was.” Of course, I didn’t go into details about that night, but just let her imagine for herself since she would only imagine Jenna and me with Erin, not the adults.

“My,” she said, “you must have quite a strong libido.”

I giggled at that. “Yeah, I do.”

Suddenly she asked, “If I were to ask to watch the two of you together, would you allow me to do that?”

“Me and my sister?”

“No, you and my daughter.” She was blushing a deep crimson. “I don’t want to have sex with either of you, but I’m just curious to watch you and Erin together.”

“How about now?” I asked. “You sort of interrupted us before we could come.”

“Now?”

“You know what they say, ‘no time like the present,’ right?”

“I… I don’t know. I have to get back to work.”

“It’s only 9:43,” I said, glancing at the clock on top of the TV. “I heard you say you wouldn’t be in until after lunch.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” she replied, sheepishly.

“If it becomes too much for you, you can just leave us alone and we can finish without you.”

“You sound as if you want me to watch you.”

I shrugged. “I’m my mother’s daughter, I guess. I like being watched. And I can tell you that Erin likes it too. She loved that you were watching her last night.”

“And if I feel like, well doing… well… you know, that’s okay?”

“That would be more than okay. It would be wonderful. And I thought I told you masturbate isn’t a bad word.”

She chuckled at that and heaving a deep sigh, stood on wobbly legs, almost losing her balance and sitting down again. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

“Um, Ms. Hartley? Would you do me a favor? You’d be doing Erin a favor too, I’m sure.”

“What?”

“Would you mind getting naked too? I mean, I’ve been sitting here talking to you for the past fifteen minutes totally naked, and you’re fully dressed. It would feel more… intimate if you were to do that much, at least.”

She thought about it for a moment before she said, “Okay. Why not. Erin’s seen me naked plenty of times, and I’ve seen you naked now too.”

Slipping off her shoes, she removed her jacket and lay it on the sofa before unbuttoning her shirt and discarding it with a chuckle on the pile of clothing we’d left. Then her skirt was unclasped, unzipped, and dropped to the floor. She was now wearing only a bra, panty hose, and panties. Pulling the waist of the panty hose down over her butt, she sat and finished removing the them. I watched, aware I was nearly drooling to see her naked. I knew she wouldn’t let me do anything to her, and she wasn’t going to do anything to me, but I was dying to see her naked.

She unhooked her bra and let it fall, exposing her boobs. They were not too big, but not that small either, probably a C cup. When she pulled her panties down and off, I gasped at her beauty. She was one very sexy woman, as I had always known. Her dark bush of pubic hair was trimmed and formed a perfect triangle to cover her mound.

“Erin will sure be surprised to see you like this,” I commented.

“I’m sure she will.”

Entering the bedroom, we were greeted with the sight of Erin’s naked butt going up and down, pressing her pussy into the nose of one of her teddy bears. I felt my clit stir at the erotic sight and wondered if Ms. Hartley was reacting the same way despite her shame.

“Well, what have we here?” I asked.

Erin turned to look at me and grinned. Then she saw her equally naked mother and gasped, her jaw hanging open.

“I’ll just sit over here,” Ms. Hartley said and sat in the egg-shaped chair, often called an egg chair, that hung on a chain extending from the ceiling near the foot of Erin’s bed.

“What’s up?” Erin asked, obviously shocked to see both of us naked in her bedroom.

“Your mom is going to watch us together,” I said. “She knows we’ve done everything two girls can do together, and she wants to see how much you enjoy it.”

As I moved to my young lover, she grinned and scooted over to make room for me. This was going to be wild.

Continue on to Chapter 55

Poolside Sex and Plans Are Made

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

When Saturday arrived, Jenna was beside herself with anticipation. I got so nervous from her inability to settle down and find something to help her pass the time until Gwen arrived and we placed the call that I finally called Marie to see if she could come over for a swim.

It wasn’t that I didn’t sympathize with my sister and how much she longed to see her mother. It was just that her nervousness made mine worse.

Marie arrived and we went out back to our pool. We stripped off all our clothes and dove into the cool, refreshing water. The pool was secluded and we also had a privacy fence that prevented nosy neighbors from seeing what went on there. And plenty went on, I can assure you. Deanna, Marie, and I had enjoyed many orgasms either in the pool or lying beside it. Jenna, too, had enjoyed the privacy with her special friends, like Carmen.

“Where’s Jenna?” Marie asked.

“Inside.”

“Doesn’t she want to swim with us?”

I grinned at my lover. “You thinking about a threesome?”

Marie smiled back at me, her leer obvious. “Am I that transparent?”

I laughed. “Not always, but you are this time.”

“You never answered my question, though. Do you think she’d like to swim with us?”

“I kinda doubt it. She’s on pins and needles about a phone call.”

“Oh? A secret admirer?”

“No. Nothing like that. Her mother.”

Marie’s eyes shot wide open and her mouth hung open, gaping. “You mean her real mother?”

I nodded. “Yeah. She’s supposed to talk to her mom later today. We’re calling her this afternoon.”

“Wow. How long has this been going on? I thought you said you guys didn’t know where she was.”

“We didn’t. A friend of ours managed to find her.”

“Why doesn’t she just come here instead of call?”

“It’s a long story,” I said.

Marie looked around, emphasizing how alone we were. “I don’t see any other pressing business.”

“Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone. If the wrong people find out we know where Cindy is, bad things could happen.”

“Geez, you sound like someone could be killed or something,” she said, chuckling. My look silenced her. “Oh my God, really? Someone could, like, die?”

“I know that sounds melodramatic, but yeah. You’ll understand what I mean when I tell you.”

She moved closer to me where I was hanging from the edge of the pool.

“Let’s get out for this,” I said. “I don’t want to tell you while clinging to a wall. Too much appropriate symbolism for me.”

When we were seated at the table near the pool and the table’s umbrella was opened to provide some shade, I scooted my seat to be closer to Marie. I didn’t even want to talk loud enough for someone nearby to hear, even though we were completely alone.

“Jenna’s mom, Cindy, is being held at a compound in Colombia, not far from Bogota.”

“You mean like held as in against her will?”

“Yeah.”

“By who?”

It was a fair question, but I really couldn’t answer it except to give a name. “His name is Pablo Peligro. He’s apparently a really bad dude, and if he knew we had found Cindy and were already planning to get her out of there, he would make sure that didn’t happen, even if it meant killing the woman who located Cindy — and maybe even my mom.”

Tears burned my eyes and the look of love and caring coming from Marie warmed my heart in the midst of my fear. She leaned in and hugged me.

“That’s not gonna happen. Don’t think about that,” she said, holding me as I got control of myself again.

When I’d regained my composure, I looked at Marie. “You see why you can’t tell anyone, don’t you? I wasn’t kidding about people could die.”

“Yeah, I understand. I won’t tell a soul. I swear.”

We sat there in silence for a moment until Marie leaned in towards me and kissed me softly on the lips. She quickly ended that kiss only to move in for another one, pressing her lips to mine with a bit more urgency. When she pulled back and came in for a third kiss, I opened my mouth and my tongue sought hers.

“Let’s move to the big lounger,” she said. We had a lounger big enough for two adults that we often enjoyed while outside swimming. It was great for some intimate sex between two fifteen-year-old girls.

As we lay back, her hand went to my pussy and began to rub me gently, coaxing my clit to peek out from beneath her hood of flesh. My hand went to her boobs, hefting them and pinching the nipples lightly, tweaking them until they had puckered.

Soon, my mouth had replaced my hand and I was sucking first one nipple then the other. My teeth would also take hold of the pointy tips and nibble on them while my tongue flicked them back and forth. Judging from her small moans, she was enjoying this attention quite a bit.

Then she was laying me back and moving toward my own swelling mounds of flesh, bringing my nipples to excited attention.

I looked over to the sliding glass doors. Danni was there, smiling at us. She was dressed in sweatpants and a sports bra. She had one hand between her legs, squeezing her pussy from outside the cotton of the pants. Her other hand was similarly occupied with her breasts, which remained covered for now. I signaled for her to join us, but she slowly shook her head. I knew she liked to watch, and I was happy to let her.

I returned my attention to Marie and what she was doing. She had left my boobs behind and was busy working her way down my tummy. Her hand was still softy rubbing my pussy slit, using her fingers to separate the folds of my labia, dip down to gather some of my juices, then move back up to lubricate my clit.

Then she was there. Her face hovered over my mound for a second as she glanced up into my eyes.

“I love you,” she said and I watched as she inhaled my scent, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the fragrance.

Then her head was moving, her mouth seeking my pussy, her tongue extended to lick me.

At the first contact, I felt a shiver run throughout my body. I glanced again at the sliding doors, and Danni was now naked, one hand at her pussy, the other squeezing her breast while pinching her nipple.

I noticed Jenna in the room behind her, sitting on the sofa and barely taking notice of what was going on. In fact, based on her posture, she looked as if she were completely unaware that Danni was masturbating only a few feet away from her. Instead, she was shuffling a deck of cards, something I knew she did when she was nervous and just needed to do something.

Suddenly, I wished I had a camera to photograph this erotic tableau. It would have made an amazing picture. A sexy woman in her twenties masturbating while a naked pubescent girl sat a few feet away shuffling cards and basically ignoring the sexual activity around her. I assumed from Jenna’s bare shoulders that she was naked. I wasn’t sure if it would be an illegal picture or not since I couldn’t see any personal areas of her body, just her shoulders and head, but I wanted that picture anyway.

A jolt from my pussy reminded me to keep my attention on what was going on down there. I could feel my pussy getting creamier and creamier as my glands produced the warm, delicious fluids that could make my pussy so slippery fingers would glide among the folds of flesh with ease.

Marie was starting to do her little nibbling trick where she would chew my inner labia softly without letting her teeth get even close to meeting, while her tongue danced on my clit, which was, to say the least, a very willing dance partner. My clit felt as though it wanted to move about on its own and remain in contact with my lover’s fleshy tongue, completing the two-partner dance.

But my clit was incapable of that, so instead I moaned my desire for Marie to keep her tongue firmly in place on my little girl.

Marie knew me and my pussy well. She knew the intense orgasm she was building would depend on some direct contact and some maddening journeys to other parts of my cunt. Still, the millions of nerve endings in my clit begged for contact.

I was squirming my butt into the soft cloth of the chair, doing my best to move closer to my orgasm.

Looking once more at the glass doors, I saw that Danni now had both hands at her pussy, and based on how she was squatting slightly, I thought she might have a finger of one hand in her butt. Jenna had stopped shuffling the cards to take notice now, and she was casually staring at Danni while my former teacher masturbated herself to her approaching orgasm. Jenna looked as if she had come upon an interesting exhibit in the zoo. The casual nature of how we in our house treated masturbation occurred to me as I watched how Jenna was reacting in such a nonchalant manner.

Then I realized that Jenna had one hand in her lap, though I couldn’t see it from where I was. However, based on the angle of her elbow that rested on the sofa’s arm, I knew her hand was there. I could also see tiny movements that led me to know she was also touching herself.

As I approached my orgasm, seeming to sneak up on it to capture it and make it mine, Jenna rose from the sofa. She was naked, as I’d suspected, and she moved to Danni, where she went to her knees and buried her face into the soft flesh of Danni’s butt.

My sister was rimming Danni.

That was all I needed. Marie, sensing how close I was, had begun pressing her tongue directly onto my clit without moving away from it, though she licked my clit back and forth with her lovely tongue.

My body erupted into a massive orgasm that seized me from the inside out, shaking my flesh into an erotic trembling. My moans escaped my throat with a staccato rhythm as the climax seemed unwilling to let go of me until I had experienced one of the best orgasms I’d had in a while, which was certainly saying something, since I’d had some really fabulous ones recently.

Once my body settled down some, Marie moved to lie beside me, where she held me and whispered to me how much she loved me.

Being held by her and whispered to that way was pure bliss.

Finally, I moved to return the wonderful favor. My mouth watered for her, and it didn’t take much time to begin licking and sucking her pussy toward its joy.

Even though I’ve been eating pussy since I was six, I still didn’t think myself as good at it as Marie was. She seemed to be born to lick and suck pussy. I did my best, though, and soon she was reaching her own crescendo and her body heaved with the magnificence of the wonderful ‘O’ and its aftermath.

We lay back together and caught our breath before delving once more into our lovemaking.

“Jenna and Danni were watching,” Marie said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Jenna was rimming Danni when she came,” she continued.

“Yeah, I saw.”

“That was really hot to watch,” she concluded.

“Yeah, it was,” I said.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned over and kissed my lover so we could each taste our juices on the other’s mouth. The kiss took us on the same journey the first one of that day had, and soon we were wallowing in our mutual orgasms as we enjoyed our sixty-nine on the double chair.

At one point in our ecstatic journey, I noticed that Danni was now on her knees and licking Jenna to an orgasm. It made me happy to know Jenna had become involved in such a delightful distraction from her nervousness and anxiety about her mother.

Later, Marie had to leave so she got dressed. I remained naked. I’d grown into quite the nudist since starting my job.

Marie’s sister Linda arrived to pick up an obviously exhausted Marie.

“I can see you two had fun,” she said. I had dared to accompany my friend to the car sans clothing. People would have to be looking down our driveway at just the precise moment to see me through the gate that opened through the stone wall that separated our property from the street.

I grinned at Linda. “We had a blast!”

“A blast OFF,” Marie said, correcting me with a chuckle.

After they left I went back into the house and used the bathroom to pee. I had just sat down to do some reading when the doorbell rang.

Checking the security peephole, I saw it was Gwen. I opened the door and let her in.

“We’re placing the call in about ten minutes. Where’s your mom?” she asked.

“I’ll get her,” I said.

My mom had told us she would be busy with something in her room all day and to let her know when Gwen arrived. Aunt Emmy, her sister, was with her and they both dropped the papers they were going over when I told them Gwen was here.

When we had all gathered near the phone, Gwen said, “I actually spoke to Cindy yesterday. She wants us to start planning to come get her soon. Today, she will tell us the date and time. We will need to use a private aircraft, since getting her out of the country could be tricky since she no longer has access to her passport.”

The tension was thick when Gwen said that. The reality of the situation hit us all. We were going to attempt a daring rescue. One that was on one side illegal — the movement of a person from one country to another without going through the proper channels — yet on the other side it was morally correct.

I realized suddenly the truthfulness of my high school freshman year civics teacher when he said, “There is no right or wrong, just varying shades of gray.”

Gwen lifted the receiver and placed the call.

********

“Are you insane?” Carlo asked Cindy as she sat before him on her bed.

They had made plans to get her out of the compound to meet friends who were going to hire a private plane and pilot. The plan had been discussed several times by now, making sure they had addressed every possible problem that could arise.

He was going to say his mother was very ill and he needed to go see her. He would have to convince Pablo to allow him to borrow what the evil man referred to as ‘the work car,’ which was a Buick with a large trunk. It was not used often, only when a large cargo needed to be transported in the spacious cargo area. Carlo would ask for this car because it was so rarely used, and that way Pablo would have what he referred to as ‘the luxury car’ available for his use. Carlo would suggest Antonio, one of the other workers at the complex, to serve as chauffeur in Carlo’s absence.

Carlo had even taken the precaution of getting his sister to stay at his mother’s house during the crucial time and to make sure she answered all incoming calls. She was told to say their mother was indeed very ill and Carlo needed to come see her before she died.

Meanwhile, Cindy was to run to a designated place on the property and wait for Carlo to arrive at the spot, where she would hide in the spacious trunk. She would have arranged for such an escape before now, but she had not trusted anyone enough to request their help.

The one thing they were trusting to luck was that Pablo would not notice Cindy’s disappearance until it was too late.

What had caused Carlo to question Cindy’s sanity was that she had just said she would not leave without the twin eight-year-old girls, Sophia and Sonia.

“I’m not leaving without them,” she said again. “They are so young. Their lives will be ruined forever. If I can get them away from this monster, they may have a happy life.”

“Who will care for them?”

“I will.”

“You have no job. What prospects do you have in the United States?” he asked.

That was true, but she felt she might be able to get some help from Kayleigh, who had taken over raising Cindy’s daughter, Jenna, without so much as one complaint or question.

“I will manage,” she said. “All I know is I can’t leave them here.”

“Where will they ride in the car?”

“In the trunk with me. They are tiny girls, they will fit.”

“Have you spoken to them about this?”

She had. They had been doubtful about whether or not it could ever happen, but she had assured them it would, and soon. She told Carlo they were aware of her plans to escape with them, but not when. “That I will tell them at the proper time,” she said.

Carlo looked at this woman he had come to know and, yes, love. He knew he was risking his life to get her away from here, and he knew he would miss her terribly, but he also knew that unless she was freed soon, she would die here, still a young woman. He loved her enough to want her to live, even if that life were far away, rather than watch her die here at the hands of the person he thought of as the world’s most evil man.

It was then his cell phone rang. He lifted the large thing from its holster on his belt and answered. “Esto es Carlo.”

“Carlo! Como estas? Esto es Gwen!” She did this to make sure it was truly Carlo on the line, and not someone pretending to be him.

They had discussed this on their previous call, and he said in English, “Perhaps we could meet tonight.”

Gwen sighed in relief. This was their prearranged response to let her know it was indeed Carlo.

Then Carlo said, “She is here with me. We haven’t much time. Here she is, and she has some… news to share.”

He handed the phone to Cindy. “Gwen?” she asked, feeling her heart pound against her ribs.

“Yes. What is the news?”

Cindy took a deep breath.

“There are these children,” she began. “They are twin girls, only eight-years-old, and… well… and–“

“You want to bring them with you,” Gwen finished for her.

Cindy said, “Yes. Otherwise, their lives will be miserable. They will be old women by the time they are sixteen. Pablo forces them to… to ‘perform’ for him.”

Gwen looked at the questioning looks around her.

“Bring who with her?” Kayleigh asked.

“Cindy, talk to your daughter and Cheryl while I talk to Kayleigh, okay?”

“Gladly!” Cindy said.

Gwen pulled Kayleigh and the other adults aside while the girls talked to Cindy.

“There are these twin girls, only eight-years-old, and she wants to bring them with her.”

“That’s fine,” said Kayleigh without hesitation. “If Cindy doesn’t want to leave them there, that’s good enough for me.”

“Pablo forces them to have sex with each other for his enjoyment.”

“Then they definitely come.” Kayleigh’s pronouncement was final.

“That’s fine, but you need to be aware of the added risks involved with that. This increases the likelihood their absence will be discovered before we have the chance to get them fully away. Plus, the more people we are rescuing, the more likely something will go wrong.”

Kayleigh thought about this for a minute before saying, “That’s a chance we’ll have to take. I trust Cindy’s judgment in this. If she needs them out, then out they will be.”

Gwen looked at Kayleigh. The determination in her eyes was enough to tell her it was useless to argue.

They moved back toward the girls and Kayleigh took the phone.

“Cindy?”

“God, it’s good to hear your voice,” Cindy said.

“It’s good to hear yours. I wanted to tell you that bringing the twins will be fine. Just understand the increased danger of doing that. I don’t want all three of you to get killed, which would definitely happen if you don’t make it.”

“We’ll be careful,” Cindy said.

“When will the rescue take place?” Kayleigh asked.

“Two weeks from tomorrow,” Cindy said. “Carlo has already mailed a map showing how to get to the field where the plane can land. You should receive it within a week. We can talk one week from today at the same time to make the final plans.”

“Are the twins aware of the plans?”

At that moment, Cindy and Carlo heard Pablo’s loud voice as he entered the main house where she stayed. Without saying good-bye, she hit the disconnect button on the phone and tossed it to Carlo, who managed to get it back into its holster less than a second before Pablo entered the room.

“It is going to be–.” Pablo stopped in mid-sentence, surprised to see Carlo in the room.

“What are you doing in here?” he said to Carlo in Spanish, suspicion clear in his voice.

“I apologize, señor. I was, well, I was thinking about your offer the other day.”

“Offer?”

“Yes. You offered me, well, some time with your woman.”

“Woman? No, Carlo, she is a whore. Nothing more. You are thinking of having some fun with her?”

“Yes, if it is still okay with you.”

Pablo looked the two over and said, “That is fine, but you must always be sure it is okay with me. Do not ever help yourself to something that is mine, even if I have offered it before. Understand?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

Cindy had sat with her head down, looking at the floor and praying during this exchange between Carlo and the devil. She loved Carlo, was in love with him, but she knew it would never work out for them. She had thought of him during the few times now that this beast was rutting away on top of her. She felt such fantasies were the only things that could help her maintain her sanity.

“So,” said Pablo, taking a seat, “go ahead and take her.”

“Here? Now?” Carlo asked, clearly shocked by the idea of having sex with Cindy while Pablo watched.

“Yes, señor. Here and now,” Pablo said. Standing, Pablo began to remove his clothes. Carlo noticed he was already half erect.

Carlo looked at Cindy. Both felt they had no choice in the matter.

Cindy looked into Carlo’s eyes. She knew he had thought quickly when caught in her room, but now it looked as though the first time they made love was going to be witnessed by the monster who was the cause of all her pain.

“You will take her, and I will watch. Then when I am ready, she will finish me with her mouth,” Pablo said with the air of a man whose wishes were always granted. “And while she does, you will watch.”

Pablo sat and was absently fondling his penis, bringing it fully erect.

“So strip,” he said to Carlo, who was now the only one in the room with clothing on.

Carlo looked at Cindy and there was a request for forgiveness in his eyes. She had wanted this, but not in this manner, not with Pablo watching them.

Once Carlo was naked, he stepped toward Cindy, who took him into her mouth to get him hard.

Pablo sat back with a satisfied smile on his face. He loved it when circumstances led him to a pleasure he hadn’t considered before.

He had long thought Carlo was falling in love with Cindy. He knew they talked, and he intended to put an end to it soon. He wondered which one he would have killed and quickly decided it would be Cindy. After all, he had thought, a woman is much easier to find than a good chauffeur.

Continue on to Chapter 54

The Lesson

By Cheryl Taggert 

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Immediately after the phone call to California, Cindy sat in front of her mirror, grinning like a school girl. Carlo had left her room, worried about being found in there when he had no business with Cindy.

She couldn’t believe she had spoken to her daughter after five years of having no word about Jeanna’s life. Not only that, but she had also been able to let the girl know she was alive. And loved her. Her mind was in a cloud of ecstasy.

This joy didn’t last, of course. Cindy stiffened as Pablo entered her room.

“Come with me,” he said. “I wish for you train these young girls I have just purchased.”

She followed him, feeling very much as if she were going to the gallows for execution. And in a way, she was, for she knew if she didn’t get out of this place soon, she would likely die at the hands of Pablo or one of his hired men.

As Cindy entered the room where Pablo took her, she saw two young girls sitting naked on a queen-size bed. The covers were rumpled, as if someone had been sleeping there, but Cindy knew better. The disarray meant the girls had already been performing for Pablo. He had obviously enjoyed the show, but he wanted them to learn more, to become sophisticated lovers, not children playing at sex games.

When she saw them, she turned to Pablo. She wanted to kill him, but with no weapons at her disposal and a veritable army at his, she simply asked him a question before making a rare request.

“You want me to show them the ways of sex?”

“Sí,” Pablo said. “I want them to know everything there is to know about giving and receiving sexual pleasure,” he said in Spanish.

“This would work much better if we were left alone. They are too nervous in front of you to learn anything,” she answered in Spanish.

He glanced at the young girls, and thought this would be a great time to learn about subjugation to him. He looked back at Cindy and said, again in Spanish so the girls would understand, “If you want me to leave the room, come kneel before me and beg me.”

Cindy knew exactly what was going on here. She knew this was more for the girls’ benefit than his desire to be begged, though that certainly had a part in this little game of his.

She walked toward him and knelt in front of him. “Please, Senor Pablo, may the three of us have privacy so I may teach these girls how to give and receive sexual pleasure?”

Pablo smiled at her. “You are a persuasive woman. I will grant your request; however, they should be considerably better at giving and receiving pleasure. They will perform for me again at this hour tomorrow. They should be noticeably better at lesbian love.”

He turned and left the room. She noticed his erection tenting his pants as he walked away. She wished he would get a disease so it would rot off.

When the door closed, she turned to the little girls.

“Cuántos años tienen ustedes?” How old are you? She purposely used the formal of you to establish she wanted to be their friend. The conversation continued in their native language.

“We are eight,” said the one on her right, a beautiful little girl with straight black hair that fell to the middle of her back. Her sister was identical to her, but her hair was shorter, cut just below the shoulders. They were so alike she figured someone had done this to tell them apart.

“And what are your names?”

“I am Sofia, she is Sonia,” the one with the longer hair said. She seemed to be the “big sister” of the two.

“Hello, I am Cindy. Our names begin with the same sound,” she said, smiling at them. “I am very pleased to meet you both, though I think you would rather not be here.”

The girls both looked down at their naked laps.

“We don’t mind what we do,” said Sofia.

“We just don’t want to be watched,” Sonia added.

“Yes, I understand. There are many wonderful pleasures and the kind of pleasure a girl can give her sister is special indeed. I know of that pleasure.”

The girls smiled at Cindy, beginning to trust her.

“I have a little girl back where I come from, in California. She and I used to give each other the same kind of pleasure.”

“How old is she?” Sofia asked.

“What’s her name?” Sonia asked simultaneously.

Cindy smiled at them. “Her name is Jenna, and she is now twelve, but I haven’t seen her since she was seven.”

“Why not?” Sonia asked.

“Because, I am being held here. Just as you are. I am ‘owned’ by Senor Pablo, as he says. But I try to make my life as good as I can. Do you want to know how to do that too?”

Both girls nodded in unison.

“You must do what Senor Pablo tells you to do, and keep your eyes looking for a way to escape.”

The girls looked at each other, worry lines creasing their beautiful brows.

“I don’t want to scare you,” Cindy continued. “I just want you to be aware of what is going on.”

“So we must have fun with each other in front of Senor Pablo?” Sofia asked.

“Yes, and you must make it, well, erotic.”

“What is that?” asked Sonia.

“Erotic? It means that those watching the two of you should get excited — sexually — when watching you.”

“You mean the men should get hard, is that right?” Sonia asked to make sure she understood.

“Yes, and the women should get wet,” Cindy answered. “Many women enjoy watching girls your age together having sexual fun.” Cindy looked down at her own lap. “I’m one of those women,” she said, nearly a whisper.

“You used to have sex fun with your daughter?” Sonia asked.

“Yes,” Cindy said, blushing.

“Would you like to have fun with us?” Sofia asked.

“Actually, yes. I haven’t been with girls as pretty as you two in a long time.”

“We used to watch our mother with men and one time a man saw us and had us come closer to see. Our mother said it was time we learned about life. We watched them up close. My mother’s privates looked so nice, I leaned forward when she was lying back when they were done and kissed it the way I’d seen the man do,” Sonia said. “She liked what I did, so she would have us do that to her sometimes. We liked it, too.”

“Yes, our mother would tell us to touch each other while she watched and touched herself,” Sofia said. “We like doing these things with women and we don’t mind if they watch. We don’t like for men to watch, though. They bring out their big things and pull on them until some sort of cream spits out of the end.”

Cindy looked at the mostly innocent girls. She was amazed that girls who had done sexual things to each other and their mother were also so ignorant of sex. ‘Pull on their things?‘ ‘Spit?‘ Still, they were fairly accurate, though uninformed, descriptions.

“You will have to get used to that,” Cindy advised them. “It’s going to happen a lot now that you’re here. Senor Pablo often invites men and women over to watch things like the two of you. There is one mother who brings her daughter, who is twelve, and they do things together. Senor Pablo likes to put his penis, which is the correct name of a man’s thing, into the woman and her daughter. The two compete to see who can be the one to make Senor Pablo come, which is what you called spitting their cream. The cream is sperm and another fluid called semen.”

“Senor Pablo said you were to teach us. What do we have to learn?” Sonia said.

“To be erotic. You said you had kissed your mother’s pussy, which is one name for her privates. Did she teach you how to lick her there?” Cindy asked.

“Yes, we liked doing that to her.” Sonia said.

“Have you ever licked each other?” Cindy asked.

The girls looked at each other and laughed, their childish giggles a sharp contrast to the topic of their conversation.

“We never thought to do that to each other before!” Sonia said. “That’s funny because we did it to our mother a lot.”

“Have either of you come yet?”

“Girls don’t spit cream,” Sonia said.

“Yes, actually some do, but it’s a different kind of cream, not sperm.”

“So the men are coming when they grunt and their things — I mean their… penises — spit?” Sofia asked.

“Yes, and it’s what happens to girls and women too, though most girls don’t ‘spit’ anything. They just get very wet in their pussies. So, have you come yet?”

“I don’t think so,” Sofia said.

“Oh, you’d know,” Cindy said, grinning. “It’s the world’s most wonderful feeling! In fact, it’s probably the best feeling in the universe.”

The girls stared at Cindy in disbelief.

“The best feeling in the universe?” Sonia asked.

“Yes,” Cindy said. “Would you like to learn how to get that feeling?”

The girls nodded in unison once again, and Cindy was reminded how much alike they were.

“Okay, both of you lie back and spread your legs,” Cindy said. “I’m going to kiss and lick your pussies.”

The girls obeyed at once, obviously excited about the prospect of experiencing the universe’s most wonderful feeling.

“Now,” Cindy began, “I am going to continue licking and kissing your pussies until you reach an orgasm, which is that wonderful feeling I described. My daughter was having them when she was very young, younger than you. The daughter of a friend of mine back in California was having them when she was six. So I’m sure you can have them, too. Just go with the feelings. When things begin to feel so good it kind of scares you, that’s your body trying to come. Just let it, okay? No matter what you think may happen, like peeing or fainting. I promise you, you won’t. But the feeling is so good, it can make you feel a little strange, as if you’re going to faint.”

“Are you sure we won’t faint?” asked Sonia.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“What if I really do pee?” she continued.

“Then pee. It’s okay, even if you are peeing right in my mouth. I won’t be mad or even a little upset. Believe me, worse things have happened to me since I came here.”

The girls looked at each other in fear again. Cindy rushed to assure them so they could relax for the orgasms.

“But let’s not think about that now, okay? I want us to concentrate on the universe’s most wonderful feeling. I want us to think about coming, okay?”

The girls smiled at her and nodded.

“Let’s just forget we are here for now,” Cindy continued. “Let’s pretend we are in some expensive hotel room with room service and everything. We’re just going to have fun. What do you say to that?”

“Okay!” the girls said, grinning at their new friend.

The girls lay back again and spread their legs and stretched their necks to watch what Cindy would do.

“Lie back and don’t worry about watching me while I lick. While I am licking one of you, the other can watch and learn. I am going to start with Sofia,” Cindy said. “When she has come, I will turn my attentions to Sonia.”

The girls giggled excitedly in response. Cindy leaned forward and began to kiss and lick Sofia’s bald pussy. There was already some moisture there, and she assumed it was because the young nymph had grown excited talking about what was about to happen. The response had been involuntary, Cindy was certain.

She licked and kissed the labia and coaxed the tiny clitoris out of her fleshy closet. Soon, Sofia was moving her hips involuntarily as the sensations began building to their inevitable crescendo and climax.

The petite girl began to hook the sheets into her balled up fists and pull on them as the feelings began to overwhelm the child. The fists would relax for a second before once again grasping the sheets and twisting them into her tight fists. Her breathing grew ragged and quick, tiny moans escaped her throat without her knowledge of them, and soon her chest began to heave and grunts replaced the moans.

Sofia’s twin sister watched what was happening as she lay on her side beside her sister. Sonia’s eyes were wide with wonder at the change in her sister. She felt her own privates — no, her own pussy — tingling at the sight of her sister approaching her very first orgasm, a feeling Sonia still did not know either.

All she knew was she desperately wanted to experience it. Sofia’s obvious pleasure from what was being done to her caused Sonia to yearn for the same feelings her sister was experiencing at that moment.

Sonia watched as Sofia’s eyes shot open in surprise as her first orgasm took her. Sonia felt that although Sofia’s eyes were wide open, they really saw nothing. It was as if her eyesight was focused inward on the wonderful feelings.

A small squealing scream burst from Sofia’s lungs as her body began to spasm and tremble. Cindy kept her mouth glued to the hairless pussy as the girl came. She wanted the girl to experience the full effects of a truly good orgasm.

Cindy remembered her own first orgasm, brought about by masturbation when she was ten. It was nice, but not unbelievably wonderful the way they later became. Unlike her own experience, she wanted these girls to know the ultimate limits of orgasmic tremors. In essence, she wanted them to come hard.

When Sofia was finished with her very first orgasm, she lay on the bed catching her breath and re-focusing her vision. She seemed to be struggling up from some wonderful dream that she was not in a hurry to leave, but at the same time wanting to share the experience with those in the waking world.

“Oh, my God!” the girl said as she found her voice. “You are right, Miss Cindy,” the girl said, adding the ‘Miss’ to make the name one of endearment as well as respect. “That was the best feeling ever!’

“I want to feel one!” Sonia said, lying back once again to accept the older woman’s lips and tongue on her most private area.

Cindy smiled and moved to Sonia’s soft pussy. It was, of course, identical to her sister’s. The outer labia were plump and soft while the inner labia were folded behind these larger lips of tender flesh, just thin ribbons of moist skin aching to be touched by the woman’s mouth and tongue and hiding the tiny clit that was the source of a feeling the size of a galaxy.

She clamped her mouth onto Sonia’s pussy and could instantly tell that this pussy was wetter than her sister’s had been. Of course, she had watched her sister as her pussy was eaten by the very experienced woman, which would have caused her pussy to send forth more moisture to lubricate the inner labia and clitoris to ready it for the soft touch of Cindy’s lips.

Cindy sent her tongue out in short stabs at the clit, urging the tiny pearl out of hiding. Soon, it was there, easily touched directly, with each touch of Cindy’s tongue sending currents of pleasure through the eight-year-old.

“Is that it?” Sonia asked. “Are those jolts the feeling?”

Cindy stopped long enough to say, “No, sweetheart. Those are just a hint of how good it will be. Lie back now, and let it build inside you.”

With that, Cindy returned to her joyful task. Her mouth devoured the small mound of sensitive flesh, her tongue lashing at the girl’s exposed clit, her throat swallowing the small amounts of girl honey that flowed lightly from the young pussy.

Soon, Sonia’s breathing matched her sister’s when Sofia was nearing her life’s initial climax. Her body tensed as the coming orgasm signaled the rest of the girl’s body it was on its way. Moans unheard by the small girl tumbled from her throat. Just as her sister’s fists had wrapped themselves in the bed sheets, so Sonia’s fists gripped the cotton fabric, released, gripped again.

Then, her eyes opened wide in disbelief as the orgasm finally slammed into her midsection to spread out to all points of her body. The disbelief concerned the enormity of this feeling, and how such a sensation could have escaped them until now. Had she been able to talk to the six-year-old Cheryl, the two would have understood each other perfectly. Like Cheryl from years ago, Sonia was immediately in love with this feeling and instantly decided amidst the delirium of her first orgasm that it was a feeling she would do almost anything to experience again… and again… and again.

When the child once more was completely aware of her surroundings, she smiled at Cindy and Sofia.

“Wasn’t it great?!” Sofia asked.

“Yes. It was wonderful,” Sonia answered softly. She felt like she needed a nap.

“Would the two of you like to lick me now?” Cindy asked.

The smiles, even on the seemingly exhausted Sonia, told her the answer.

She lay back and spread her labia to expose the interior of her pussy. The girls watched intently as she pointed out the various spots of pleasure, ending with the location of her stiff clitoris.

“That is where you will want to concentrate. Later, the two of you can locate each other’s clitoris, or clit for short.”

She had the girls lie along her legs and allowed them to begin bathing her pussy with their tongues, each of them dancing her tongue across the wet labia, swiping across her clit, delving into the small hole the woman had called her vagina and bringing more wetness from deep within the woman’s pussy to the surface of the inner labia and clit.

Cindy was trembling from the strong jolts of pleasure the girls were bringing from somewhere inside her. She would come soon. Just lying on the bed and chatting about sex with the girls had aroused her beyond belief. She had imagined each of them as Jenna from long ago. She missed her daughter not only as her offspring, but also as a talented sex partner.

Soon, the orgasm that had been lying in wait wormed its way to the surface and burst forth like an explosion of volcanic lava. She heaved and shuddered as the climax took her. It seemed to wrap itself around her middle and not let go. It went on for a while, sending spasms of unbelievable joy into every cell of her body.

As she calmed from the onslaught of heavenly sensations, she opened her eyes to see the two small girls smiling down at her with a mixture of apprehension and joy.

She returned the smile.

“I think the three of us are going to be very special friends. What do you two think?” she asked the happy faces above her.

The girls looked at each other and their grins grew. They nodded first at each other and then at Cindy. Then they were hugging her.

“Te amo!” Sofia said, and Sonia repeated it. I love you. Love happened so quickly at eight.

Apparently, it happened rather quickly at thirty-three as well. She told them she loved them as well.

“Now it’s time for the two of you to find each other’s clit and lick each other to another orgasm. That’s one of the wonderful things about being a woman. Most of us can experience quite a few orgasms in one session of sex with a partner or partners. Do you know what is meant by a sixty-nine?”

The girls looked at her, obviously unaware of the term.

“Here, let me situate the two of you. You’ll get the idea right away,” Cindy told them, and when she had placed their bodies in position, they did indeed understand and began to lick and kiss each other’s pussy with obvious two-fold pleasure. Each had the pleasure of giving her sister the sensations that would lead to an orgasm while at the same time receiving those feelings. Thus, they had achieved the goal set for them by Pablo.

Soon they had begun the wild dance of an approaching orgasm and they entered their respective climaxes at nearly the same moment. Cindy added another sensation by reaching for Sofia’s butt, since she was on top of Sonia, and she inserted the tip of her finger into the girl’s butthole.

When they had finally calmed from the intense act of coming, Sofia said, “Did you put a finger inside my butt?”

“Yes,” Cindy said with a small laugh. “Did you like it?”

“Yes!” Sofia said. Sonia, puzzled that such an action could feel good, reached behind herself and gently eased her index finger up to the first knuckle and wiggled it around inside her. It felt so good, she pushed to get the finger in up to the second knuckle. A slight whimper of pleasure escaped her and Cindy leaned over to kiss the girl while Sonia fucked her finger slowly in and out of her butthole.

Sofia copied what her sister was doing, and before long, the girls were very gently finger-fucking their own butts.

“Now, take your free hands and start massaging your own clits and pussy,” Cindy told them. She hadn’t steered them wrong yet, so they immediately obeyed.

The result was the building of yet another orgasm. The girls looked into each other’s eyes as they masturbated while fingering their butts, and soon they entered the third orgasm of their young lives.

Afterwards, Cindy lay with the two young beauties, holding them to her side and they fell asleep like that. Cindy was happy for a softer bed that night, but she was also happy she had met these two lovely little girls.

If I ever escape, I will have to bring them with me, she thought to herself. It was the last thought she had before drifting off to sleep with the naked girls cuddled against her own nudity, with twin hands resting on her pussy.

Tomorrow, she would teach them how to make love to a woman’s breasts.

Continue on to Chapter 53

Important Changes for Erin

By Cheryl Taggert 

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The day the call arrived, I was at work, so I didn’t know about it until later. Work that day held its own surprises. When I arrived at the Hartley’s, Erin let me know by a few hand signals that she had some news to share. Ms. Hartley did not mention our conversation from the day before, so I didn’t either. When she finally left for work, Erin was about to burst with the news. Of course, I was fairly sure I knew what it was she wanted to tell me, but I couldn’t let on that I knew.

“You’ll never believe what happened after you left yesterday,” she said.

Part of me was tempted to surprise her by saying, Your mom said it was okay to masturbate and enjoy it, but I didn’t want her to know I had told her mom she liked to do it.

“What?” I asked instead, pretending ignorance.

“My mom said you two had talked, and she said she knew that I knew she had seen your mom in a porn movie. And then–” she paused for breath. “And then, she said she was going to tell me something I couldn’t tell anyone else about, but that you knew, and that was that she liked to masturbate.” She breathed again and continued with her non-stop monologue about her conversation with her mom.

“Then she said that masturbation is something all healthy people do, and that if I wanted to masturbate, I could do it and not to feel guilty about it or anything. Then she said it was okay for me to do it when you were here but I needed to do it in my bedroom or in the bathroom where I could have privacy,” she ended in a rush with a grin as big as California itself.

“Wow, that is exciting news,” I said. “What else did you two talk about?”

“Mostly masturbation. I asked her how old she was when she first did it, and she said she was maybe a little older than I am now. Then she asked me if I had tried it already, and I told her the truth, that I’d been touching myself for a long time but I’d only had my first orgasm a few months ago. I was kinda scared she might get upset, but she didn’t, so I guess she was telling the truth when she said it would be okay if I masturbate. Then she said it had been the same for her — that she had touched herself for a long time before having her first one, too.”

Erin was so thrilled about how things had turned out. The thirty minutes had gone by, so we got naked.

“I feel like masturbating,” she said and lay back on the sofa and began rubbing herself. There had been no gentle touching or anything. She had gone right to rubbing herself hard, her fingers nearly a blur as they skated over her wet clit and labia. The sloshing sounds I was so familiar with accompanied her movement toward a climax. This told me she had grown quite wet while we had talked. Or maybe she had been this turned on even before she had told me everything. I wasn’t sure. She was the most sexual girl her age I’d known since Deanna, maybe even more so.

She came in about one minute from the time she started rubbing. Then she looked at me with a satisfied smile and said, “Wanna lick me?”

How could I refuse? She was lying on the sofa, her legs spread with one foot on the floor and the other resting up on the back of the couch. This caused her snatch to be wide open and ready for someone to come along and lick her to another orgasm. I figured that job happily belonged to me.

I started by licking all of what she called ‘pussy honey’ off her outer labia and the small amount of blonde pubic hair she had. When her mound was sufficiently cleaned, I moved to lick the area between her vagina and butthole since quite a bit of her honey had dripped down there. Her butthole was clean — well except for her juices — so I licked that up too.

The fact she was squirming all over the sofa told me how much she was enjoying the attention.

Finally, I planted a wet kiss directly on her clit, which was small but quite visible beneath the clitoral hood when I would spread her lips to make her pleasure button pop out. Then I was licking her in long, slow swipes of my tongue. I licked from her faucet of a vagina to her clit, even teasing her urethra along the way. Her honey was everywhere, and I worried it might get on the sofa it was dripping out of her so fast.

Soon, to nobody’s surprise, she started coming. She lifted her hips off the cushion and slammed them back down while her grunts and moans filled the room.

Finally, she relaxed, but she wasn’t done as far as I was concerned. “My turn,” I said, lying on the floor and crooking my index finger at her to get down here and go down on me.

She sighed, pretending to be put out, but the grin on her face said otherwise.

Soon, she was licking me for all I was worth and my climax surged from deep within me. I came so hard I had to take several minutes to wait for the little aftershocks that sometimes accompanied my orgasms to stop.

We had a lot of fun the rest of that day. Four times she would just look at me and say, “I feel like masturbating” before putting her hands on her most precious treasure and bringing herself off. It was her way of having fun with what her mom had said she could do.

Finally, her mom called and Erin and I got dressed, though she did so quite reluctantly.

“What do you think she’d do if she walked in and found us masturbating together?” she asked.

“Fire me,” I said without hesitation.

“But we’d just be masturbating. Not doing anything to each other.”

“She’d know that if we hadn’t done anything yet, we would be soon,” I said. “No way am I setting us up to get caught.”

“You know what I think I might do?” she asked.

There was no telling, so I said, “What?”

“I might set it up for her to catch me doing it. Alone, of course, and without you here.”

“That’s up to you,” I said, “but don’t expect her to join in.”

“What do you think she’d say?”

“Probably nothing. She’ll probably just turn and walk out of the room or something. I can tell you there’s no way she will ever do anything sexual with you,” I said. “She is very straight.”

“You said yourself that everyone is at least a little bit bisexual.”

“Yes, and so is she, but she has very little of that desire in her, and whatever amount she ever had has been suppressed for so long that it will never come out, no matter what happens.”

“How do you know that?” she asked me.

“Because of our conversation the other night. She said she would like to find a man who could make her feel the way Danni makes my aunt feel. I said she could try a woman, and she was totally not going to do that. So if she’s not going to do anything with a grown woman, she certainly wouldn’t do anything with her own eleven-year-old daughter. Not only would that be lesbianism, but it would also be pedophilia as well as incest. So that’s three strikes against her doing anything sexual with you. “

Erin sighed and said, “I guess you’re right.”

“I know I’m right. You can set yourself up to be caught masturbating just to see what she will do. Just don’t expect her to join you or anything.”

After Ms. Hartley got home, I got on my bike and rode home, wondering how Erin would go about making sure she would get caught with her hands in the ultimate cookie jar.

When I arrived home, however, the news that greeted me pushed all thoughts of Erin out of my head. That’s when I found out that Jenna had spoken to her mother on the phone.

When I entered the house, Jenna rushed to me and more or less jumped into my arms, hugging me tightly. “You won’t believe it, you won’t believe it, you won’t believe it!” she said, all in a rush.

“What? What is it?” I asked, and she began to cry.

“Has something happened to Mom?! Was she in a wreck?!” I asked, nearly in a panic.

She ended her hug and leaned back from me. “No! Nothing like that!”

“Then what?” I asked. I looked and saw Danni come into the foyer where we were. I could see she had tears in her eyes as well.

“I talked to my mom! I talked to her on the phone! She’s alive! She’s okay!”

My mouth may have dropped open. “You DID?!”

She nodded wildly, her hair flying. Her million megawatt smile said all that needed to be said, really.

“Is she coming home?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Danni said. “She is planning to escape though.”

Escape. Not a good word. I decided that the ‘She’s okay’ Jenna had practically shouted in my ear was a bit less than accurate, or maybe it simply meant she was healthy or something. But being held against your will was definitely not okay.

“So what all did she say?” I asked Jenna, preferring not to mention that ‘being held captive’ part.

Jenna told me how Gwen had called and then come over, and how she had placed a call to someone who let her speak to Cindy. Her description of the phone call reminded me of a spy movie or something. I loved reading suspense thrillers, but when it is for real and involves people you care for, it’s not nearly as much fun.

When Mom got home, she was already aware of the call, having spoken to both Danni and Gwen on the phone earlier. Needless to say, she was ecstatic that Jenna got to speak to her mother.

After supper, Mom left the house for a little while without saying where she was going, which was odd. When she returned, she asked Jenna and me to take a walk down the street with her. Another oddity.

When we arrived at the end of our driveway, she stopped us.

“I left the house to use a pay phone to call Gwen on a new, private number she now has. I didn’t want to take any chances that our phones or the house could be bugged. I’ve contacted a service to come sweep the house for any listening devices tomorrow.

“I discussed when we could next talk to Cindy,” Mom continued. “She thinks this weekend might work out, based on what she has learned from her friend at the place where Cindy’s being kept.”

Jenna jumped in glee at this news. She could barely contain her utter joy.

“Baby,” Mom said to Jenna, “I need you to understand that your mom is still in a lot of danger. She will need to be very careful. If she’s caught talking to us on the phone… if she’s caught talking to anyone on the phone, bad things could happen.”

“Like what?” Jenna asked. I looked at Mom, knowing the bad news was coming and totally unable to stop it. I suppose it had to be said so Jenna would understand the dangerous situation her mother was in.

“Well, honey, this is a very bad man who is keeping your mother hostage.” I saw Jenna wince at the last word. “She is unable to leave the compound where she stays. She is kept naked all the time to help prevent her from escaping.” Mom paused before continuing to the worst case scenario. “If she’s caught on the phone or trying to escape, he could kill her. Probably would, in fact, especially if she’s caught attempting to escape.”

Jenna teared up, as I expected her to. I could sympathize with how she must feel. She loved talking to her mom, but doing so was also very dangerous for Cindy.

“I never thought of that,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

“It’s okay. The guy she has helping her knows the schedule of the man who’s keeping her, a man named Pablo Peligro. Hopefully, that will be able to prevent this Pablo from discovering what’s going on.”

“Peligro is the Spanish word for danger,” I said.

“Yes, I know,” Mom said. “It’s probably not his real name. He just uses it for that reason. And it’s true. He is a very dangerous man. Gwen has looked him up online and discovered he is suspected in quite a few killings over the years. He either has the government in his pocket, or he is very good at avoiding being caught. Maybe both.”

We walked back to the house and sat watching a comedy movie we had, one of Jenna’s favorites, Young Frankenstein, starring one of my favorite comic actors, Gene Wilder. Jenna enjoyed it, but I could see it wasn’t doing much to take her mind off her mom and her situation, but maybe it helped.

When we went to bed, Jenna wanted to cuddle with me and fall asleep in my arms. “I need to feel safe,” she said before drifting off. I didn’t know it at the time, but Mom had gotten her to take something to help her sleep. Mom rarely did anything like that, but I think she was right to do it that night. Otherwise, I’m not sure Jenna would have slept at all.

********

By the time Friday approached, I was already nervous about the phone call we would be making tomorrow to talk to Cindy. In the meantime, Erin was determined to have her mom catch her with her hands rubbing her young pussy. I wasn’t sure why that made me nervous, but it did.

When I got to work that Friday morning, I was met with a grin from Erin. Ms. Hartley seemed a bit flustered that morning as well. I quickly decided Erin must have finally been successful and that the sight had affected Ms. Hartley in some way.

The minute her mom left for work, Erin was hopping up and down with the need to share her news.

“I did it! I did it!” she said, and I placed my hands on her shoulders to stop the bouncing.

“She caught you?” I asked, realizing that if one wishes to be caught, it isn’t exactly the same as actually being caught.

“Yeah! She came into my bedroom and I had my covers all pulled down and I was naked and my hands were rubbing my pussy.”

“What did she do?” I asked.

She giggled. “For a second, she just stood there, staring. Then she said ‘excuse me’ and left.”

That was what I’d expected she would do and reminded Erin of that.

“Yeah, but that’s not all!” she said.

Not all? “So what happened?”

“Well, I didn’t come. Instead I came out to talk to Mom about it. I wanted to be sure she was still okay with it.”

I beckoned with my hand in a circular motion at chest level in an ‘okay, come on, out with it’ gesture. Erin giggled.

“I asked if she was upset about what I was doing, and she said no, so I asked her what was wrong because she was definitely acting weird about it, and she said she never thought she would actually catch me doing that. Then I told her I’d been doing it every morning since she told me it was okay. Then she said something like ‘that’s nice’ or something, and I thanked her for letting me be me. She looked at me and got all teary and said ‘you’re welcome’ and hugged me.

“Then we sat down and she told me how any mention of sex in her home when she was growing up was strictly not done and she asked if I felt like she was a bad mom for letting me do that whenever I wanted, and I said ‘of course not,’ and she said, ‘that’s good.’ Then I told her that doing that was my favorite thing and wished I could do it whenever and wherever I wanted. She said that I could but then I said I couldn’t. She didn’t know what I meant, so I told her I could do it whenever I wanted but not wherever. She still didn’t understand and I said sometimes I’m watching TV and I get turned on by something I see in a show or movie, and I would like to be able to do it while watching that show or whatever, even if she’s home.”

I had no idea she had wanted to go there with her mom, but it made sense. When she had stayed the night with Jenna and me, she was so envious of our ability to jill off no matter where we were in the house, and no matter who was at home walking around.

“So what did she say?”

“Well, I told her if we had the other’s permission to do it whenever and wherever we wanted to, that would make life a lot simpler. Then she said did I mean she could do it to herself in the den if I was in the house and I wouldn’t mind, and I said ‘yeah.’ She just sat there a minute and said, ‘I suppose if you want to do that, you can, but I’m not sure if I will do the same.'”

“Oh my God! You mean she gave you permission to do it anywhere in the house even if she’s home?”

“Yeah, like you and Jenna!” she said.

It didn’t surprise me that Ms. Hartley wouldn’t want to masturbate where Erin could see her. She was probably still ashamed about doing it. I’ve read that how we are brought up dictates how we view our lives and many of our behaviors. She was brought up to be ashamed about sexual desire and relieving it. She may never allow someone else to watch her. I thought that such self-limiting was sad and felt bad for her.

“So, are you going to take advantage of this new rule soon?” I asked.

“Tonight, in fact,” she said. “And I have you to thank for this!”

“You don’t need to thank me,” I said, blushing slightly.

“No, I really do!” she said. “My life is so much better since we met. And to think I hated you at first.”

“Okay, in that case, you’re welcome.”

“Oh,” she said, “I can thank you better than just saying it,” she said with a mischievous smirk.

It had been only ten minutes since her mom had left the house, but I decided to bend that rule just this once.

“Well, then,” I said, “maybe I can tell you that you’re welcome better than just saying it.”

She giggled as I pulled my thin cotton top off and began unhooking my bra, while she joined me.

Continue on to Chapter 52

The Call — Yes, THAT Call

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

The next day, a gorgeous, blue-sky Tuesday morning, Gwen was busy trying to make contact with the chauffeur, Carlo, who worked for Pablo, the man holding Cindy. It was risky, but she figured if the wrong person answered, she wouldn’t be discovered if she acted like a friend of Carlo’s.

She dialed the number she had and waited while the call was connected. The phones in Colombia were not as reliable as those in the U.S., and she waited for the connection to go through. Finally, an odd sounding ring echoed in her phone’s receiver.

“Hola?” came the answer.

“Carlo?” she said, trying to fake a similar accent in case it was not Carlo.

“Sí, esto es Carlo. Quién es este?” Yes, this is Carlo. Who is this?

Suddenly, Gwen became nervous. Her Spanish was basic at best, but she didn’t want to involve anyone else to interpret. That could prove fatal for herself and others.

“Carlo, esto es Gwen en los Estados Unidos. Habla Inglés?” This is Gwen in the United States. Do you speak English?

“Sí, I mean, yes,” Carlo said.

“Thank God,” Gwen breathed again, realizing she’d been mostly holding her breath. “I believe you were told I might call. I’m a friend of Cindy’s. She is there, am I right?”

In Colombia, Carlo felt the blood drain from his face. Yes, he had been told a friend of Cindy’s might call. He and Rosalita had gotten word out with a friend that they were willing to help Cindy escape the compound, as long as their own lives were never compromised. They had heard that someone in California was searching for the beautiful woman, and their friend said he knew how to get information to this person.

He didn’t know the steps that had been taken to get this woman, whose name was Gwen, the message with his phone number, but he knew that people would die if their actions were discovered.

He worked his mouth to try to moisten it again. It had gone dry instantly when Gwen identified herself.

“Are you still there?” Gwen asked, feeling her heart pound in fear. Was this a setup?

“Yes, I am here,” said Carlo. “I am a friend.”

Gwen didn’t know if he meant a friend of their cause or a friend of Cindy. She supposed it didn’t matter. As long as he wasn’t saying he was a friend of Pablo, everything was fine.

“I want to set up a time to speak to Cindy. If you will give me a local time that you know for certain you will be alone with her, I will call you at that time. I will have her daughter with me to speak to her mother,” she said, then added, “For the first time in over five years.”

“Si. Yes. I understand. Not easy, though. Pablo is always watching.”

“You are alone right now?”

“Sí.”

“Is there any way I can speak to her now?”

“No. Impossible. She is with Pablo now.”

“Then what is a good time to call for her?”

“Pablo will be busy with some guests today during the afternoon. You can call around three o’clock our time.” It was fortunate that he knew Pablo’s schedule. He had to know it as part of his job to ensure the man had transportation when he needed it.

“Okay. I’ll do that,” Gwen said.

“Yes. I must go now. This call very dangerous.”

“I know, but answer me one question. Is she alright?”

Carlo paused for a second. The idea of being alright was situational. She was alive. She was unhurt, except for some bruises. But her happiness had been stolen from her. How could anyone be alright in her situation? He figured the woman meant was she alive and more or less well.

“Yes, she is alright, as you say. But sad.”

“I understand. Thank you, Carlo. Can I depend on you?”

“Depend?” He wasn’t sure of the meaning.

“Yes, will you help us? Will you help Cindy?”

“Yes. I will help.”

They disconnected the call seconds before Pablo walked into the room where Carlo was standing and waiting for his boss to finish with Cindy. Pablo was naked, and his semi-erection flopped as he walked.

He seemed in a very good mood. Carlo looked at the man, trying to ignore his post-sexual nudity.

Pablo smiled at Carlo. He liked this man. His former chauffeur had stolen from him, so he had given him to Juan, his executioner. Juan was a special man. He loved to kill men, and he loved to take his time doing it. He loved killing women, too, and he took even longer doing that. Pablo had heard nothing more of his thieving chauffeur. He just knew the man had paid his debt to his employer. That was all that was important to Pablo.

But Carlo. Carlo was a man he trusted. Juan had allowed Carlo to watch while the executioner took over an hour to kill the chauffeur Carlo would replace. The message had been clear: If you betray your employer in this house, you will wish you would be killed this quickly.

He looked at Carlo again and pointed to Cindy’s room. “Quieres algo de eso?” he asked. Do you want some of that? His terminology emphasized the woman was a possession, more like a car than a person.

Carlo smiled and blushed. He would not be a part of rape. He loved Cindy and would do anything for her, including risk his life, which he was preparing to do. He lay awake at night, wishing he could kill Pablo, remove the stain from the earth, but he knew that doing so would be suicide. A very slow suicide.

Still, he could help Cindy, hopefully without getting caught. Perhaps he would be able to join her in America one day.

Carlo shook his head. “No, Señor Peligro. Ella pertenece a usted. No soy digno.” She belongs to you. I am unworthy.

Pablo shook his head and smiled. “Ella es sólo una puta.” She is just a whore.

“Sí, pero ella es su puta. No me atrevo a pensar algo que te pertenece.” Yes, but she is your whore. I dare not claim anything that belongs to you.

Pablo laughed and clapped a meaty hand behind Carlo’s neck and shook him affectionately, as if he were Pablo’s son.

“Eres un buen hombre, un buen amigo.” You are a good man, a good friend. Pablo left the room while Carlo tried to get his heart to stop pounding in fear.

*******

After hanging up, Gwen called Kayleigh. Danni answered the phone. Gwen knew Danni was a schoolteacher living with Kayleigh’s younger sister, Emily, or Emmy as the kids called her. She had kept up with the household through Carmen.

“Danni, is Kayleigh there?”

“No, she had a shoot today. Who’s this?”

She decided she would have to take the chance and tell her. Saying she couldn’t tell her would sound too sinister, and she needed her help if Kayleigh wasn’t going to be home later. “This is Gwen, a friend of hers. When do you expect her home?”

“Not til four or five, I imagine.”

“Okay, will you be there for a while?”

“Yeah. What’s this about?”

Gwen had a sudden inspiration. “Is Jenna home?”

“Yes. Do you want to speak to her?”

“Yes, she’ll know what I’m calling about.”

Thinking how odd it was that Jenna would know why a lady was calling Kayleigh, Danni put the phone down and went to Jenna’s room, where the girl was reading.

“Jenna? There’s a woman on the phone who wants to speak to you. Actually, she’s looking for Kayleigh, but she asked if she could speak to you because you’d know what it was about.”

“What’s the lady’s name?” Jenna asked, barely listening. She was at one of the most exciting parts of this book.

“Gwen.”

Jenna stared at Danni for a second in disbelief, jumped up from her chair, and sped around Danni so quickly Danni had no time to even react. She followed the running child into the den.

Jenna picked up the phone. “Gwen?!”

“Yes, honey. It’s Gwen. Can I come over? It’s important.”

“Of course. Is it about –“

“Shh!” Gwen warned. “Don’t say anything over the phone.”

Jenna caught herself and said, “Okay. Hurry, though. Please?”

“I will, sweetie. Don’t answer the door for anyone but me, though, okay?”

“Okay,” Jenna said, but Gwen had already hung up. Come over? Jenna thought to herself as she hung up the phone. She never comes over anymore. It’s too dangerous.

This had to be about her mom! What else could it be? Would she be able to talk to her today? Jenna’s legs became weak and she had to sit down.

Danni, in the meantime, had stood listening to Jenna’s side of the conversation and was puzzled.

Jenna grinned at her. Danni, of course, knew nothing of the search for her mom, since it was not discussed in the house at all to spare Jenna’s feelings. All she knew was that Jenna had been raised by Kayleigh since she was seven because her mother was taken away. She had assumed she was in prison. Therefore, Danni had no idea who Gwen was or the importance of the woman to Jenna’s life. Jenna quickly explained about her mother and Gwen’s search for her.

Danni had to sit down as well.

********

The doorbell rang and Jenna ran to answer the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw it was Gwen, as expected.

“Gwen!” Jenna yelled and jumped into the woman’s arms, hugging her with all her strength and kissing the woman on the lips.

Danni stood back and watched this exchange, smiling. She noticed Gwen’s hands went to the girl’s butt and held her up by clasping those cute cheeks beneath the girl’s cotton panties.

However, as Jenna introduced her tongue into the kiss, Gwen pulled back and composed herself.

“There’s no time for getting too involved with sex, sweetie. There’s a lot I have to tell you.”

Jenna realized she agreed with the woman. She needed to hear the news Gwen had driven over to share.

She looked at Danni and said, “Hi, I’m Gwen.”

Danni chuckled. “So I noticed. I’m Danni.”

“The schoolteacher, right?” asked Gwen, and this surprised Danni. She knew the woman was a private investigator and was good at her job, but how did she know about her?

Seeing the look of consternation on Danni’s face, Gwen continued, “Carmen is my niece,” she said to explain her knowledge. “She’s talked about all of you here.”

“What has she said?” Danni wanted to know before she realized that this woman was obviously okay with what they were doing. Jenna had begun sticking her tongue into Gwen’s mouth, after all, which suggested they had been intimate in the past.

“Nothing really important. Don’t worry. I’m not planning on telling anyone about the various relationships in the family. Anyway, who am I to caste stones? I’m in a relationship with Carmen and her sister, Clare.”

Gwen finally put Jenna down and said, “We need a place to sit down. I have news for you.”

“Good news?” Jenna asked, grinning.

“I hope it is. I think so. I’m sorry it took me a while to get here from my place. It took a bit longer because I had to make sure I wasn’t being tailed. We wouldn’t want anyone getting suspicious when we’re this close to rescuing your mother.”

Jenna grinned at that as they went to the den and sat down. Gwen had to hurry. Bogota’s time is two hours later than Los Angeles, and it was 12:53 in L.A., so it was seven minutes til 3:00 in Bogota, the time she was supposed to call.

“I’ve spoken with the man who works for the man who is holding your mother. He’s this man’s chauffeur. He told me to call at 3:00 his time, which is 1:00 our time, and we could possibly speak to your mother.”

Really?!” Jenna shouted, glancing at the clock. Seven minutes! she thought. I’ll be talking to my mother in seven minutes!

“Yes, really. I’m going to place the call in a few minutes. You must let me speak to her first, though. I have to make sure it’s safe.”

Jenna stood and jumped up and down, pumping her arms and shouting. Her excitement would not allow her to sit still. It took a moment to get her to calm down enough to be able to talk to her mom.

“You can’t talk to your mom if you’re hopping and shouting,” Danni said with a smile.

Finally, her hand shaking, Gwen reached for the phone beside her seat and began placing the call.

********

Carlo stood in Cindy’s bedroom, holding his phone. Cell phones had only been made available in Colombia fairly recently, and Pablo had bought him one in case he needed to get in touch with his chauffeur. He hoped incoming calls would not show up on the bill. Supposedly, incoming calls would not be charged to the phone, so he prayed that meant they weren’t printed on the monthly bill.

He also hoped Pablo did not attempt to call him. He was on the other side of the house with new little girls he hoped to buy. They were twins, only eight years old. The moment Carlo had seen them, he pitied them greatly. Their lives would never be good.

When Carlo had excused himself, Pablo was making the girls do things with each other, things they obviously didn’t want to do, at least not in front of a strange man and the man who was selling them. That’s why Carlo had excused himself from the room. He felt he was intruding on the girls’ privacy. He saw no problem if the girls wanted to do that when alone, but being forced to in front of others sickened the chauffeur.

Now, three o’clock was approaching.

“Are you sure this is not a trick?” Cindy asked him.

“That is what the woman worried about with me,” he said. “That I was part of a trick.”

Cindy realized that could be a ruse to get Carlo’s guard down, but she doubted it. Besides, she was willing to take that chance if it meant she would be able to talk to her Jenna.

She tried to picture her daughter at twelve, but she was having a hard time. She remembered every nuance of her face when she’d last seen her. Every angle, the shape of her lips, the curve of her ears. She even remembered the wonderful sex she had enjoyed with her beautiful daughter, but pushed that image away. She was about to talk to Jenna; sexual fantasies about her right now were inappropriate. Still, Cindy’s memory of the girl rose from the depths of her mind like a phoenix.

But she would be taller now, maybe even developing into a young woman with a flare of the hips and a swelling of her breasts. In fact, she was almost surely filling out like that.

Growing up.

Without her mother.

Cindy felt tears stinging her eyes and blinked them away. This was no time for sadness over what had not been. It was a moment for hope.

She jumped when Carlo’s phone rang, staring at it as if it were a lifeline to heaven and an escape from this hell.

Carlo held the phone to his ear.

“Este es Carlo.”

“Carlo, this is the woman you spoke to earlier today. Is it safe?”

“Si, yes, it is safe. For now.”

“Cindy’s daughter is needing to talk to her mother. Is she there?”

“Yes. Here she is.”

Cindy nearly snatched the phone from Carlo’s trembling hands. Her own hands were shaking so badly, she thought she might drop the phone, but the idea that it was a lifeline struck her again, and she held tightly to it.

“Hello? This is Mommy, honey!”

“I’m sorry, Cindy. This is Gwen. I’m a private investigator Kayleigh hired to find you. I’ll let you speak to Jenna in a moment. She’s about to pee her panties she’s so anxious to talk to you. I just wanted to tell you we are working on a way to get you out of there. Now that we have a way to communicate, we will be speaking with some regularity to make those plans. Are you willing to do whatever you must do to get away from there?”

“I’d kill anyone in my path, if only I could have a weapon to kill them with,” Cindy said.

Then, she was there. Jenna’s voice, sounding older now, but definitely her voice, traveled across the miles in a millisecond.

“Mommy!”

“Sweetheart! Oh, my baby! I love you so much!”

“I love you, too, Mommy! I miss you!”

They were both crying now. Sobbing, actually. They struggled to keep their words understandable through the tears.

“Are you doing okay?” Cindy asked and realized that was a ridiculous question.

“I am now!’ came the reply.

“Oh, God, so am I. I thought I’d never hear your voice again!” Cindy said.

“Same here. I love Kayleigh and Cheryl, and everyone in this family, but I want you!” she said, nearly shouting in her excitement.

“I want you too, baby. Badly. I’ll be home one day soon, though. Keep the faith. I’ll be home.”

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I hope it’s okay, but I masturbate thinking of you sometimes.”

Cindy giggled, almost delirious with joy. “I do the same thing and think of you, baby!”

Cindy thought how she had been correct in her thinking. She had wanted to be sure Jenna was left with someone who would nurture her sexual desires, not inhibit them. Jenna still remembered their times together and wanted them again as badly as she did. She silently thanked Kayleigh.

Then the woman, Gwen, was on the phone. “I know you two have a lot of catching up to do, and I hate like hell to end this call, but I have to. I don’t want to take any chances that might spoil my plans to get you back here where you belong,” she said.

“No, not yet. Please. I want to talk to her some more!” Cindy begged, though she knew this woman was correct. They could be discovered at any moment, and phone use was a death sentence for her.

“I understand, believe me, but I have to end the call. We’ll set another one up tonight for tomorrow or the next day, and you can talk to your daughter again. We just have to limit the time you are talking together.”

“Okay,” Cindy said with reluctance. “I know. I just…” She could think of nothing else to add since words weren’t necessary.

“We will talk again soon. Be happy. This will end soon, I promise you,” Gwen said. “I need to speak to Carlo again.”

Cindy handed the phone back to Carlo, and they made arrangements to set up another call for the next day if possible. Gwen gave him her email address as well as her phone number in case he needed it. Carlo said he would contact her by email tonight.

********

Jenna was sobbing, but she was also happier than she’d been in a long time. Her mother was alive. She’d spoken to her. Her mother still loved her… still wanted her… even fantasized about her the way she did about her mother.

She went to the window and looked out.

It was the most beautiful day she’d seen in years.

Continue on to Chapter 51

Two Conversations

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

When Mom took Erin home late the next afternoon, we were all still a little tired from the previous night’s fun and games. Everyone in the house had either stayed up late having sex or had awakened at some point in the night to engage in more lesbian sex. In fact, we had enjoyed ourselves so much that nobody did anything with anyone, except that Randi had masturbated while looking at all the naked girls in the den watching TV. She had tried to engage Erin in some sex play, but the young girl was too worn out from the middle-of-the-night fun. Randi hadn’t arrived until last night, so she’d missed out on the orgy the rest of us had enjoyed, so she wasn’t as worn out and sore as the rest of us.

We accompanied Erin into her house, and Ms. Hartley greeted us as if she and Mom were old friends. Mom returned the chaste hug.

“Won’t you stay for a quick drink before heading out again?” Ms. Hartley asked Mom.

“No, thank you,” Mom said. “We’re on our way to the grocery store, and I have to fix dinner when we get home.”

“Well, please at least take a rain check. I’d love to have you over for dinner or something soon,” Ms. Hartley said. “Or maybe if you’re downtown sometime we could meet for lunch.”

“That would be nice,” Mom said.

We turned to leave and Ms. Hartley asked, “By the way, Kayleigh, where exactly do you work?”

I sort of froze when she asked that and tried my best not to look nervous, but Mom handled it well.

“I work for a privately owned production company.”

“Oh, which one?”

“Well, Peyton, I feel a long conversation coming on. Maybe we could talk about it at that lunch date you mentioned. Is tomorrow good for you?”

“Sure,” Ms. Hartley said.

 “How about Soup-R Salad on Vine at, say, 12:30?”

“Sure. I’m sorry to be so nosy. I was just curious. Your home is fabulous, and I just wondered what you did for a living, that’s all. You’re pretty enough to model, or I also wondered if you were in real estate.”

Mom laughed. “No, not in real estate, though I have done some modeling in my time.”

“That must be it,” Ms. Hartley said.

Mom looked at her, furrowing her brow, and asked, “What must be it?”

“I just knew I’d seen you somewhere before. I must have seen some picture of you in a magazine or something.”

Uh-oh. This could lead down a path I didn’t want it to go. To stop Ms. Hartley from thinking about it, I said, “Mom, we really need to go get something to fix for dinner. I’m starved.”

She smiled at me and said, “Okay, honey. We’re going now.” Then turning to Ms. Hartley she said, “Teenagers,” and rolled her eyes. “Their stomachs are never truly full.”

They both had a laugh at that, and we left the house after saying good-bye to Erin and her mom.

“That was close,” I said as we got into the car.

“Nonsense. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask about my work, but she did and I’ll be honest with her about it. She’s already told me she has seen me somewhere before, so when I tell her my job, she’ll probably be a little embarrassed since she would have to have seen me in a porn movie, and the magazines I’ve modeled for would have the same result on her. She’s what I call a closet masturbator. She does it, and probably often. I figured this because she isn’t dating anyone and seems to be fairly open-minded about sex, judging from her reaction to seeing Emmy and Danni together yesterday, but she doesn’t want the world to know she masturbates. Many people view it as a bad thing to do, or at least very private, despite the fact the vast majority of people masturbate regularly.”

I was puzzled by this, as I always was, but I’d never really talked to Mom about it, so I decided to do that now.

“Why are people like that? I mean, if everyone who is at least fairly normal masturbates, then why do people try to hide it from each other? I think the entire world would be healthier if we all just admitted it, like going to the bathroom. We all poop, and we don’t try to pretend we don’t.”

“Hey, sweetie, you’re preaching to the choir here. Still, when it comes to sex, a lot of people don’t want everyone else to know their habits. We should accept all sexual habits as long as they don’t hurt someone else. Rape, for example, is wrong and should stay wrong. But something like being into S&M, or having a foot fetish should be as accepted as liking to play golf.”

“But why isn’t it like that?”

“Because, honey, when it comes to sex, people get all weird. Women with four children and a very active sex life pretend they’ve never had an orgasm or even act as if they’re virgins. If I were able to change one thing in the world, I think it would be the attitudes people have about sex. I mean, dogs fuck out in the open. Why not people?”

“Don’t ask me,” I said. “I agree with you.”

Mom laughed. “That was a rhetorical question, honey. I didn’t expect you to have an answer. But I do feel if we were more open about sex and sexuality, everyone would be a helluva lot happier.”

We had arrived at the store and went in. After we finished shopping, Mom and I headed home, where she fixed homemade tacos, a quick and easy meal, and one of our favorites.

I talked with Jenna that night about what Mom and I talked about. I was nervous about Mom’s lunch with my employer tomorrow. I hoped I still had a job when Ms. Hartley got home that afternoon.

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I arrived five minutes early to work the next day. I didn’t want another tardiness to add fuel to the fire if she was unhappy with my mom’s news about her work.

After she left for work, Erin and I waited the required thirty minutes before getting naked. She said she was still a little sore from the weekend and the night before, when she’d masturbated herself to two more orgasms remembering all the fun she’d had at our house. So for the first time since I’d begun working there, we did nothing sexual that day, just lounged around the house in the nude.

I did get a little turned on seeing her naked body all day — her blossoming figure being so cute and adorable — but I didn’t masturbate or anything because I didn’t want to get her started if she were sore. I’ve been so sore before it made me walk funny, and I certainly didn’t want that to happen, especially today.

I told Erin about what my mom and her mom were going to talk about during lunch. She was nervous, too, then. I wondered if I should have even told her, but what was done was done. She worried all afternoon about it.

When Ms. Hartley called that afternoon to ask if she needed to stop by the store or anything on the way home, she sounded fine, which I guess was a good sign.

I asked her before hanging up, “Did you and my mom have lunch together?”

She said they had and she wanted to talk to me privately about that when she got home. She didn’t sound angry or anything, but it was rather ominous that she felt we needed to talk about their visit in private. I mean, what else could the topic of our conversation be if not what my mom did for a living?

After hanging up, I teared up and Erin wanted to know what was wrong. I told her what her mom had said.

“Do you think she’s going to fire you?” Erin asked, panic edging her voice.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I love this job and would hate to lose it.”

Erin began to cry now. “I love you!” she said. “I don’t want you to be fired!”

“I’ll do what I can to keep that from happening,” I said, doing my best to maintain my composure. I knew if I started crying, it would only make things worse for Erin.

I managed to get her to calm down some before her mom got home. It wouldn’t do for her to be crying about the possibility of losing me as a companion when Ms. Hartley walked in. I told her she should probably go to her room and listen to some music so her mom could talk to me without her in the room, and that I’d be sure to stop by her room before I left to tell her whether or not I was fired.

When Ms. Hartley walked in, she didn’t look upset, which I took as a good sign. She asked me to sit at the dining table, and she took the seat across from me.

“Where’s Erin?” she asked, and I told her I had suggested she listen to music in her room while we talked and that I’d be in there to say good-bye when I was leaving.

“That’s excellent,” Ms. Hartley said. Then she took a deep breath. “Your mom tells me you know what she does for a living,” she began.

“Yeah,” I said, then changed it to the more respectful, “Yes, ma’am.” For the first time in my life it crossed my mind that some people might think my mother would hide her occupation from me.

Ms. Hartley smiled at my manners. I could tell she was as uncomfortable as I was and wondered why. She was the employer, after all. I was the one possibly getting fired.

“Then I suppose you figured out where it was I’d seen your mom before.” I was reminded then of why she would be uncomfortable.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ms. Hartley blushed a deep crimson. She was embarrassed, and again I thought about my feelings on the subject of masturbation and how people hid it.

“Sorry, but I’m so embarrassed. I basically admitted I’d seen movies like that in front of a fifteen-year-old girl who works for me.”

“Can I ask you something?”

She looked at me then looked down, as if still ashamed. “Okay.”

“Why would you think it would bother me if you’d seen a porn movie? I mean, it’s people like you that keep my mom working.”

She gave a nervous giggle and said, “I hadn’t considered it like that before, but I guess you’re right. I just don’t want you thinking I’m some kind of perv or anything. I’m really fairly conservative.”

“I figured that.” I paused before continuing our reluctant conversation. “Can I ask you something else?”

“Okay.”

Here it was. The moment of truth. “Are you going to fire me?”

Her chuckle this time was incredulous. “Why on earth would I do that?”

“I don’t know. I just thought maybe you wouldn’t want the daughter of a porn actress to be your daughter’s companion.”

“Oh, no, honey! You’ve been doing such a great job, there’s no way I’d fire you just because of how your mother makes her living. She’s lucky to look good enough to be able to do that for a living.”

I let out a huge sigh. “Thank goodness!” I said.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I had no idea you thought I might fire you over that.”

“Well, I did. There are a lot of people who wouldn’t want me doing this for them.”

“Well, I’m not one of them,” she said.

At that point I couldn’t help it. Tears of relief began to cascade down my cheeks and I started crying. Ms. Hartley reached out to me and we hugged while I whispered my thanks. She held me for a while before I calmed down.

I apologized for being so dramatic, but she was fine with that.

After I had stopped crying entirely, she said, “Can I ask you a few questions, though? Just some things I’m a bit curious about.”

“Sure,” I said.

“I suppose you know what people who watch those movies… well… do, don’t you?”

“You mean when they’re alone or with someone else?” I had to be clear on what exactly she meant.

“Well, in this case… alone.” She couldn’t meet my eyes.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Ms. Hartley. Everyone does it, you know. In fact my mom and I were talking about that just yesterday when we left here.” Oops. I realized maybe I shouldn’t have said that, but it was too late now.

“Oh? What did you say about it?”

“Well,” I began, uncertain what to tell her. “I was saying that people shouldn’t be embarrassed to do that because… I mean… everyone does it, including me. It’s like pooping. We don’t deny we poop, and it’s not exactly a polite conversation topic, so why do people act like they don’t… well… masturbate?”

“I take it your mom knows that you…” she left the sentence unfinished, as if afraid to say masturbate.

I decided to move this conversation up a notch by confronting an attitude that suggested the word was dirty or something.

“You can say masturbate, Ms. Hartley. It’s not a cuss word.”

She blushed again. “Yes, I know it isn’t. I apologize. I suppose words like that are not considered… well… taboo around your house, but they were around my house when I was growing up.”

“I understand. But you can certainly say it around me. After all, I do it a lot.” I giggled at my own admission.

She looked at me, blushed, and burst into nervous giggles herself that made her seem my age instead of an adult with an eleven-year-old daughter. Then she shrugged. “Okay… so do I.” Her nervous laughter did its best to ease her embarrassment.

“Yeah, Mom said you’re what she calls a ‘closet masturbator,’ someone who masturbates frequently but doesn’t ever want to admit it.”

She laughed at my comment. “She’s so right on that one!” she said.

“Anyway, to answer your question from before, yes, she knows I masturbate. We’re fairly open about those things in my house, as you might guess.”

“Do you think… masturbation… is healthy?” she asked. I was wondering where this conversation was going. I certainly wasn’t getting any vibes she was interested in me as a sex partner of any kind, but she seemed dying to talk to me about sex, particularly my own sex life.

“Yes, and I think it would be a lot healthier if people weren’t so uptight about it.”

“Then it doesn’t bother you that I masturbate?”

“Why should it?”

“No reason I guess. I just know it’s odd to work for someone who admits to doing… I mean masturbating. As you said, it’s not considered polite conversation.”

“But it should be, at least for those people who aren’t embarrassed by it.”

“But I am,” she protested.

“Well, you shouldn’t be.” I thought about it and decided to make a pact with her. “Let’s make a pact, okay? We won’t be embarrassed talking about this. I know you masturbate often, and you know the same about me. That’s all. It’s like I know you poop and you know I poop.”

She smiled. “Okay, then. A pact it is.”

I reached out with my right hand and she shook it with hers and the thought crossed my mind that she masturbated with that same hand.

“So why are you so worried that I might think bad about you for masturbating. Do you think bad about me because I do?”

“No, of course not.”

“Well, there you go. It’s natural.”

“Sorry. I guess it was my upbringing. Sex was never discussed in my house. My mother gave me a medical book about female sexuality and the vaginal area and that was that. She said for me to read it if I had any questions. I was fourteen by then, and all my questions had pretty well been answered, but I recall she had found a book that had no mention of masturbation at all. It was only about how a woman gets pregnant and the dangers of teen pregnancy. In other words, it was the mechanics of sex between a man and woman, and a warning about having sex too early in life. I was actually a little disappointed there weren’t some pointers on having better orgasms or something.”

I shook my head at her story, feeling bad for her while also being amused at the same time at her search for ways to improve her orgasms. I could definitely relate. “My mom has raised me to know that sex is a wonderful thing and that the feelings I can have from it are some of life’s greatest pleasures. I’ve been masturbating since I was little. I enjoy it. A lot. Yet, I’ve never had a guy’s penis inside me. The religious nuts would say I should already be pregnant, but because I’m free to enjoy the feelings I can give myself, I don’t feel the need to go find some guy to have sex with in order to enjoy those feelings. Masturbation doesn’t lead to having sex with guys. It prevents it if you ask me.” Of course, I didn’t mention lesbian sex. I certainly did not want to go there at all, even though it did enter the conversation at a point later.

“You really think that?” she asked. “I’m not skeptical or anything. I just… well… I was just thinking. Do you really feel masturbation prevents girls from having sex too early?”

“Yes.”

“But what about all those girls who get pregnant in their early to mid teens? They probably masturbate, don’t you think?”

“Yes, but they’re not allowed to masturbate. It’s not something they can do and have their parents say, ‘that’s good’ or ‘you go right ahead and enjoy it’ or something like that. They’re made to feel guilty about it instead. I think girls have sex with guys when they’re young because they see it as just as bad in their parents’ eyes as masturbation, if not less bad because sex with someone of the opposite gender is something more widely accepted.”

I was starting to feel really proud of myself. I was having an adult conversation with an adult and felt free to express myself on my own terms. It was a wonderful feeling.

“Okay,” Ms. Hartley began, “now I have another question, and I don’t want you to feel weird about it.” She paused, making sure I understood before continuing. “Has Erin ever said anything to you about sex or masturbation?”

My look must have set off some alarm in Ms. Hartley. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, “but I know she has come to trust you, and I remember how much easier it was for me to talk to a girlfriend about sex than it was to talk to my parents. Of course, that was out of the question, anyway. I just know if Erin were to tell anyone about it or ask about it, she would tell or ask you.”

I decided to answer this question honestly, while answering only the question without all the details. “You wouldn’t think it’s weird or anything that she and I talked about things like that?” I had to make sure she wouldn’t start considering we were doing, well, what we were doing.

“No. You’re a mentor to her, and I know at eleven she probably has some questions.”

“If I tell you something, you won’t tell her I told you anything?”

“I promise,” she said.

“Well, yes, she has talked to me about it. I can tell you she does masturbate and she has orgasms.” I told her this much because I wanted to see what her reaction would be. I wanted to see if she really meant it when she said she wouldn’t be upset.

“She told you this?” Ms. Hartley asked, her face registering surprise at this news, but I could see she wasn’t upset.

“Yes.” I blushed for a moment. I certainly wasn’t going to tell her I had watched her doing it.

Ms. Hartley sat back in her seat, staring off into the distance, which meant she probably didn’t see me blushing. I didn’t know what she was thinking about, but whatever it was, it took her attention away for a minute or two.

“Okay. How do I start a conversation with my daughter about this subject so she will know it’s okay for her to do that so she won’t feel the guilt I’ve always felt?”

“Well, I’ve told her what my mom does for a living, so she knows about that, and she knows I was worried you might fire me because of it. I’d just talk to her about your lunch with my mom and tell her that if she is masturbating already, it’s okay. Don’t tell her it’s okay that she’s doing it, because then she’ll know I told you.” I didn’t want Erin to know her mom and I had talked about masturbation, especially that she did it, because she might think I told more and let a really bad cat out of the bag.

Ms. Hartley looked at me and nodded agreement. “Yes, that should be fine. If I tell her it’s okay, would you support her being able to masturbate during the day if she wants to? I mean, make sure she goes to her room to do it alone, but would you be okay with her doing that if she wants to?”

I pretended to think about it, then said, “Sure. As long as you don’t mind, why should I?”

She looked a bit uncomfortable again and said, “Now, I have another question.”

“What?”

“Does Erin know about your aunt and her lover?”

Okay, there it was. Lesbianism. I somehow knew it wouldn’t escape this discussion.

“Yes. I mean, she’s not blind.”

“Did she ask you about it?”

“Yes. I told her they were in love like a man and woman are in love.”

“What did she think of it?”

“She seemed fine with it. I mean lesbianism is all over the media now, so I’m sure she’s noticed it before.”

“I guess so. What do you think of your aunt having sex with another woman?”

If she only knew. “I’m fine with it. As long as she’s happy, I am too. I mean, what business is it of mine, anyway?”

“That’s a healthy attitude,” she said. “I’m glad you feel that way.”

Was she going to admit something to me? That maybe she had desires toward women? My heart was pounding. Would this lead to something more between us? If she did have these feelings, she had certainly hidden them well before.

But it wasn’t to be. I guess Mom and I both were correct with our original take on Ms. Hartley.

“I wish I could meet a man who makes me feel the way your aunt and her lover make each other feel,” she said and paused a second. “In the meantime…” she said and flashed a conspiratorial smile as she wiggled the fingers of her right hand at me.

I laughed, which dispelled the remaining tension. “You’re a beautiful woman,” I said, and I meant it. “You just need to make yourself available to someone you like.”

“That’s one of the problems, though. The only guys I seem attracted to are already married, and I don’t do that. My ex and his girlfriend messed up our lives, and I refuse to be ‘the other woman.'”

“Well, there’s someone out there for you,” I said. Then my daring went full speed ahead and I said, without thinking about it, “Maybe you should try women?”

She laughed at that and said, “No, honey. I’m totally straight. I recognize the beauty of a woman, but that doesn’t make me lesbian in any way.”

“But you’ve watched porn, with all those naked women. And it turned you on, right?”

“Yes, but there was always a man involved. I would zap the lesbian scenes.”

I looked at her, wishing she was at least bi. My mind imagined her leaning over and kissing me, the image causing my clit to stir from her cave.

“Look at it this way,” she said. “I recognized I had seen your mother somewhere, and it turned out it was in a porn movie. She must have had sex with some guy in a scene I watched. I would likely recognize the man if I saw him walking down the street. I didn’t recognize your mom, despite how beautiful and — yes — sexy she is. It’s the man that sticks in my mind.”

I realized she was totally correct. She wasn’t into women at all, though she seemed perfectly fine if others were. I was disappointed, but I reminded myself to tell Erin tomorrow. That way I could make sure she stopped trying to get her mom to have sex with her. It just wasn’t going to happen.

Continue on to Chapter 50

A Night of Seductions

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jenna smiled at me. “Okay.”

Then a sudden thought occurred to me.

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

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

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

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

Her look of mock pity became one of interest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Randi’s here?” Danni asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Giggling, we left and returned to our room.

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

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

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

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

Erin nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Fuck! I thought you two were asleep!”

Jenna and I giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck yeah!” she said.

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

“What’s that?”

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

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

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

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

“It is,” Jenna said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When do I meet them?” she asked.

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

Continue on to Chapter 49

And Now for a Little Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

We went down to our den, which Mom always called the play room when we were going to have sex there, and the adults sat on one couch facing the center of the room. My mom had bought a brand new California King bed for the room, which was nearly a thousand square feet by itself, and now it sat in the middle of the room. Erin, Jenna, and I looked at Mom, Aunt Emmy, and Danni just sitting there, as if they were waiting for something to happen.

“We’ve decided something,” Mom said as Aunt Emmy and Danni looked at each other and grinned.

“What?” I asked, suspecting what it might be.

“We want the three of you to put on a show for us.”

I lifted my eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yes,” Mom said, smiling her most seductive smile.

I looked at Jenna and Erin. Jenna was looking like she needed something to take her mind off her mother, and Erin looked okay with the idea, though she was obviously nervous. I loved being watched — probably got that from my mom — but this would be the first time any of the adults saw Erin naked, much less doing anything sexual.

“Are you okay with doing this?” I asked Erin. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t willing to do.”

“No, I can do it,” she said. “I’m just, you know, nervous. I’ve never done anything in front of adults before.

“Okay,” Mom said. “How about we grown-ups strip first and do some making out and you three watch us. Then you’ll feel less nervous.”

Erin smiled at this turn of events and we all got on my the huge bed to watch them.

Mom moved to Aunt Emmy first and they started kissing while Danni started removing their clothes. As soon as Emmy’s bra came off, Mom’s hand went there and began kneading my aunt’s boobs, which weren’t all that big, but they were certainly sexy looking, especially with Mom’s hands all over them while they kissed and their tongues danced.

“Wow,” Erin nearly whispered. “They’re like, real sisters, aren’t they?”

“Uh-huh,” I said. “They’ve been doing this with each other forever.”

“Wow,” Erin repeated, clearly at a loss for words.

I glanced at Jenna, who looked back at me and smiled. I felt bad for her because I knew she was anxious about her mom, but I knew this would help. As Mom always said, “If you’re down, a good come makes the world seem a lot better.”

As my gaze shifted back to Mom and Aunt Emmy, I noticed Erin’s hand had moved to her lap. She was softly touching her pussy beneath the material of her shorts, squeezing her mound and enjoying the feelings that gave her while watching the show my mom and her sister were giving us.

I looked back at Jenna. Catching her eye, I nodded towards Erin’s lap. Jenna just smiled and nodded back at me to indicate she’d already seen the action there.

Reaching over to Erin, I started pulling her shirt up. She realized what I was doing and raised her hands to allow me to pull it over her head. She wore no bra. Being eleven and just starting to bud there, she really didn’t need one.

Jenna leaned over and carefully began to lick and tongue Erin’s nipples, knowing they would be sensitive as they were just sprouting.

I watched Mom and Emmy for a moment before turning back to Erin and unsnapping and unzipping her denim shorts. Pushing her back, I started tugging the tight jeans down her legs, turning them inside out in the process. Then I started undressing myself to make sure Erin wasn’t the only young person undressed in any way.

In the meantime, Erin had pulled Jenna’s top off and was busy licking my adopted sister’s boobs.

I glanced back at the adults, and they had stopped making out. Danni had managed to get Mom and Aunt Emmy naked, and she was busy stripping off her own clothes. They were now watching the three of us.

I smiled at Mom. She had known their own sexual play would stimulate Erin enough to no longer pay any attention to them once we started doing things with her. I considered my mother the most advanced sexual psychologist ever known. She knew exactly how to push someone’s buttons to get them turned on beyond caring about the rest of the world.

Well, Erin wasn’t there yet, but I had no doubt she would be. Right now, she was busy making oral love to my sister’s boobs, taking first one nipple then the other into her mouth and making it feel wonderful.

Danni finished stripping and I turned my attention to Erin, who was still in her panties, which was now all I wore. Jenna was still in her shorts, but they were just some short-legged gym shorts that could be removed in a flash.

Moving from where I was, I knelt behind Jenna and pulled her legs out so I could get to her shorts. She managed to keep her top half raised off the bed, extending her arms to do so, while Erin sucked her nipples and I removed her shorts and panties.

Standing, I removed my own panties, to allow Erin to be the last to get completely naked.

After getting back on the bed, I tapped her shoulder and said, “Let me take off your panties. You’re the last one with anything on.”

She moved back from Jenna’s boobs to see five smiling faces looking at her with love and lust.

Erin cast her gaze around the bed to see each woman’s and girl’s pussy before lying back and letting me pull off her dainty panties.

“My God, that looks delicious,” Danni said.

I looked at my former teacher and said, “It is.” She smiled back at me and winked.

Erin and I kissed while Jenna returned to gently sucking and licking Erin’s boobs. Erin’s kisses became more insistent, and I knew she was getting very horny. Her hand would occasionally sneak down to her pussy and give it a quick rub.

I made her lie back and both Jenna and I moved to kneel between her legs, which we spread wide to accommodate us. This served to also spread her little slit open for all to see those soft charms inside. She was wet and the inner labia were swollen to indicate how much they wanted to be touched and kissed.

Jenna and I were going to make those labia — and Erin’s little clit — very happy indeed.

First I leaned over and kissed Jenna, our tongues sliding over each other as we fueled our passion. When we finally broke the kiss, we silently communicated what we would do next, as if we shared one mind.

Grinning, we moved to Erin’s small pussy and began to lick her, softly at first, but increasing the pressure and rhythms as we continued.

While I licked the center of her treasures, Jenna would lick the inner and outer labia on that side, sometimes nibbling the softness, I noticed. Sometimes, she would kiss Erin’s inner thigh, sucking the flesh in but not doing that hard enough to give her a hickey.

Then it was Jenna’s turn at the fountain of honey that was now pouring from Erin’s cunt. We lay there with our mouths at work on the young girl while the adults occasionally jockeyed for position to see what we were doing.

I could hear the sounds of fingers plunging into a vagina, and I wondered whether it was one of the adults doing it to another of them, or just one of them masturbating. When Jenna took over licking Erin’s center, I took a moment to glance at them. It turned out that what I’d heard were two women, Danni and Emmy, each with her hands busy at her own pussy, fingers plunging in and out of the wetness. Mom was eyeing what we were doing to Erin. I swear it looked as if she were ready to drool.

I sat back and looked at Mom. “Do you want a taste, or should we finish with her?” I asked her.

She glanced at the others. “Danni, you first,” she said.

Dannie wasted no time. She was down there with her mouth on the young girl in two seconds, it seemed.

She locked her mouth on the girl and Erin’s moans changed timbre as the young woman ate her pussy.

I found myself envious of my young friend. Danni was so good at knowing just where to lick and just when to nibble. She had sent me off like a rocket numerous times, and based on what was happening right now, Erin was getting very close to blast off.

Aunt Emmy was poised to be next, and she impatiently tapped Danni’s shoulder to get her to let her have a turn at this pre-pubescent pussy. Danni gave Erin one last lick and nibble (or at least it looked like a nibble) and moved back to allow her life-partner to have a go.

Aunt Emmy leaned in and was giving Erin’s pussy quite a tongue lashing. Aunt Emmy’s moans of delight matched Erin’s groans of pleasure as she feasted on the girl’s honey. Jenna moved to Danni and started kissing her while Mom began fingering her sister, Emmy.

This attention caused Emmy to gasp, which disconnected her mouth from Erin’s mound. Erin’s moans of pleasure quickly changed to one of frustration. She managed to cry, “No, don’t stop now,” and Emmy returned to her feast. This brought a new look of ecstasy to Erin’s features.

I had remained inactive long enough. Looking into that cute face, I bent down and started making out with Erin while my aunt continued licking.

I felt movement and cut my eyes to what was happening. Mom was now moving in to lick Erin’s slit. I knew this would probably be all Erin could take before coming, and I was right. She already had a crush on my mom, and not just a little girl’s crush either, like the one Ms. Hartley mentioned Erin having for me. This was a lustful one — a full blown one — which was properly the kind of crush Erin had on me as well, but I wasn’t going to straighten her mom out on that.

I pulled back as I felt Erin beginning to come so I could watch her beautiful face while she climaxed and humped against my mother’s mouth. Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes toward her ears as she came, and I recognized the tears as ones of absolute bliss. This form of crying had happened to me a number of times, and I knew the pre-teen was as happy as she could ever be, at least as far as sexual gratification went.

She looked up at me and said, “Your mom made me come! I was doing my best to hold out for her once the grown-ups started licking me, and I did it.”

I guess the idea that a real, honest-to-God porn star had made her reach a delightful orgasm was special to her. I had never looked at it that way of course. To me, she was just ‘Mom,’ not a star. But I could see how special this was for Erin.

I looked over at Jenna and Danni, and Aunt Emmy had managed to join them now. I glanced at Erin and knew she would need to rest before diving back into her next orgasm, so I turned to Mom and said, “I guess it’s the two of us.”

Mom smiled and replied, “You say that as if we have to settle for each other. Believe me, sweetheart, nobody will ever have to feel they are ‘settling’ for you.”

I grinned at that. My mom could say the nicest things to me sometimes. I wasn’t in need of a spirit boost, but I got one just the same. As I moved to Mom, I could feel the sting of tears gathering in my own eyes, but I blinked them away. There was no need to get sappy about it. She had just said something nice to me. She meant it, I knew, but that was no reason to begin crying. At least not in the middle of this fabulous orgy.

As Mom and I kissed, I could feel Erin’s eyes on us. We continued kissing, and when we broke the kiss, I looked down, and sure enough, there she was, staring wide-eyed at us.

I laughed, slightly embarrassed for some reason. “What?” I asked.

“She’s your mom,” she said, as if that explained it all.

“I know,” I said, chuckling.

“But that’s so cool that you two kiss… and other stuff.”

I just went back to making out with Mom and we started playing with each other’s boobs while we kissed, kneading the soft globes and pinching the nipples. My boobs and nipples were like Mom’s, only a bit smaller, so playing with her boobs was a lot like playing with my own, just sexier.

I heard Danni say, “Chain… Let’s make one.” She was breathing rather hard and it came out as a sort of grunting gasp, as if she didn’t want to take the time to speak.

Mom and I moved to get into a sixty-nine with each other. I noticed Erin, so far the only one of us who had come, didn’t seem to be able to decide what she wanted to watch, and her eyes darted back and forth between the threesome and Mom and me.

After Mom and I started, I could hear the sounds of wet pussy licking beside me on the bed. Then moments later, Erin was there, playing with any boobs she could find to touch and rubbing the asses of whoever’s butt was near enough to touch.

Then I felt her fingers inside my vagina, pumping in and out while Mom licked me. After a moment of that, Erin’s hand arrived at Mom’s pussy and delved inside while I continued licking Mom’s clit.

I managed to catch a glimpse of Erin, and her arms were stretched over my back as she plunged her fingers inside us. It seemed to be quite a reach for her, but she managed.

I had been paying so much attention to what was happening around me that I had failed to concentrate on my own orgasm. I was very turned on, but not anywhere close to my climax.

Mom, on the other hand, was having no problem at all. Perhaps it was feeling new fingers from an eleven-year-old girl inside her that toppled her over the peak, but soon she was coming, and hard. As she entered her orgasm, Erin’s fingers pushed deeper into Mom and her thumb moved to join my tongue in rubbing her clit.

Mom screamed her orgasm was so good. I knew it would be a few minutes before she would have the energy to continue licking me, but that was fine. I still was not that close to coming and could easily wait.

However, as soon as Mom had finished coming, Erin moved to her and began kissing her lips, tasting my pussy on my mother’s mouth and just enjoying her time here. This made me glad while at the same time making me frustrated since now nobody was trying to bring me off.

Mom and Erin formed a pair as they kissed, causing Mom to roll from under me and give her attention to Erin. Once freed from beneath my mom, I moved to join the threesome nearby. I saw that there was a place for me if I could make Danni and Jenna stop their licking long enough to allow me to lie down and join them.

“Let me in,” I said, and a glassy-eyed Danni looked into my juice-covered face.

Realizing what I wanted, she managed to scoot over some and allow me between her face and Jenna’s pussy. Now I was licking my sister and Danni was licking me.

In other words, I was in lesbian heaven.

I now feasted on my sister’s cunt just a few moments after eating my mom’s, and I could feel Danni’s tongue devouring me as well.

“Good God, you’re wet,” Danni said from below.

“She’s got nothing on you,” Emmy said to Danni before diving back in.

“I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue,” said Jenna. I could feel her body shifting back and forth as she managed to plunge her tongue inside my aunt before pulling back and plunging again.

“Fuck,” Emmy said in response to the tongue fucking, though it was muffled by Danni’s pussy.

Within a minute, Danni started coming. She let out short grunts of pleasure in a staccato fashion, followed by one long screaming moan. I benefited from these moans since they caused vibrations that caressed my pussy and clit.

I could feel Jenna getting close as her hips moved back and forth faster to increase the pressures on certain areas of her slit. The moment she started moaning out her climax, Aunt Emmy began her own orgasm. I rode out my sister’s peak until finally, I was the only one left who hadn’t had at least one orgasm. (Mom and Erin had both reached their second ones while the rest of us were in the daisy chain.)

I lay back, gasping for air. Looking at nobody in particular, I demanded, “Someone make me come!”

Gentle laughter was followed by Jenna and Erin falling on my pussy, with both of them licking me. Their tongues seemed to be dueling each other for the right to lick what was by now my amazingly sensitive clit. In the meantime, Mom started making out with me.

Then I was aware of something else. Either Danni or Aunt Emmy was squatting on my right hand, urging me to finger her. The other was masturbating herself with my foot.

That was all I needed.

My orgasm crashed into me and it seemed that every nerve was tingling and throbbing. My mom’s lips clung to mine as I rode out the climax, and whoever was humping my hand was starting to come as well. The pleasure was almost unbearable.

Finally, I’d had enough and needed to rest. I held my free hand down to stop my sister and Erin from licking me more because my clit was just too sensitive. My mom moved away from me and I saw that Aunt Emmy was the one riding my hand. She turned to Jenna and took my sister in her arms and they began to make out while fingering each other. Danni got into a sixty-nine with Erin.

The orgy continued for another hour. Mom and I ended up in a sixty-nine and brought each other to an orgasm, and Erin and Aunt Emmy tribbed with each other, reaching powerful climaxes, if their moans were any indication. Danni and Jenna took turns licking the other to several orgasms.

Finally, we were just too tired to keep it up and the sex for that morning ended. Jenna, Erin, and I went skinny dipping in our pool while Mom, Danni, and Aunt Emmy made lunch.

The day went by lazily, and everyone had a great time. I noticed Mom eyeing Erin several times and I knew she was thinking of getting her alone eventually. I couldn’t blame her.

She didn’t have to wait too long, in fact. That night, I awoke in the middle of the night and noticed that I was alone in our bed with Jenna. Erin was missing. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 1:48 a.m. I wondered if she’d gone to the bathroom, but when she hadn’t returned three minutes later, I decided she was somewhere else.

Curious, I got up to see what she was up to. As I moved into the den, I could hear moans coming from down the opposite hallway, where my mom’s bedroom was.

I stepped down the hall and realized the moans were so loud because Mom’s door was open.

I stepped to the doorway and smiled at what I saw, which was something I hadn’t expected.

Continue on to Chapter 48

News and A Daring Seduction Attempt

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

The next morning was Saturday, so I didn’t have to work. We had made arrangements for Erin to spend the night tonight and my mom would bring her home tomorrow evening after we had supper, so she would be staying the entire afternoon today until tomorrow night. That would allow for a lot of sex. Jenna was anxious for her to get here, but so were the adults in our house — Mom, Aunt Emmy, and my former teacher, Danni, who was my Aunt Emmy’s life partner now.

I woke up to find Jenna reading one of the erotic novels Mom bought for us. This was one of her favorites called Serendipity about these families who meet by accident while on a vacation at the beach in San Diego. It was a very long novel, which is rare for books like these, and Jenna loved it (not to mention yours truly). There was a lot of hot sex between family members (all female, of course) and the different families.

I lay there quietly watching my little sister and my heart literally ached with love for her. She wasn’t my real sister, of course, but that didn’t matter. We were sisters in spirit and loved each other like sisters, and that was all that mattered to us. In fact, we actually loved each other a lot more than most sisters do since we were also lovers who shared the same bed. I love my life!

I watched as Jenna absorbed the pages like the world’s best sponge absorbs water. She was so engrossed in the story that she didn’t notice that I was awake. Her hand, of course, was rubbing her mound as she read. Periodically, the hand would dart up from below the covers when she finished a page, turn the page, and shoot back down her tummy to her pussy where it would continue its pleasurable work.

I could tell she was getting close. I tried to read enough to see where she was in the story, but the story is often broken into small scenes that flip from one to the other. I noticed that this part involved the woman Eve, who had been seduced into trying incest with her daughters. It was the scene where Eve and her daughters have sex for the first time. I remembered getting off to that scene as well.

Suddenly, Jenna’s body began to tense as the orgasm approached. Then she was moaning softly. humping her hand as quietly and gently as she could, apparently trying not to wake me.

When she was finished coming, she lay there a moment and licked her hand clean of the tasty fluids that her pussy produced, seemingly by the gallon now that she’d reached puberty. I decided it was time to announce myself.

“That was beautiful,” I said, grinning as she turned my way and grinned back.

“Sorry, I was trying not to wake you.”

“I know,” I said, my voice thick with emotion, which surprised me as much as it did Jenna.

“Why are you crying?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

So like her, I thought. “I just love you, that’s all,” I said, still smiling at my little sister as a tear tumbled out of the corner of my eye and drew a wet streak toward my ear.

This, of course, made her tear up. She turned her body toward me and snuggled against me, hugging me and saying, “I love you, too!”

We lay there kissing for a while. She wanted to know if I needed her to ‘do anything’ for me. I told her that wasn’t necessary because I wanted to hold off til that afternoon when Erin got here.

She grinned at me as she recalled her new friend was coming over.

“Her pussy tastes so sweet, doesn’t it?” she asked, recalling their sexual adventures from the day before.

“Yeah, it does,” I answered. “She’s gonna be raw by the time she goes home tomorrow night.”

Jenna laughed. “We will be too, you know!”

While we were lying there, she had moved her hand to my mound and started softly rubbing me. I could hear the wetness as she smeared it around with her fingers.

“If you don’t stop that, I won’t be able to wait til Erin arrives,” I said.

“I know,” she replied, giving me a harder squeeze that intensified the wonderful feelings her fingers were giving me.

I giggled as I tried to move her hand from my pussy, and soon we were wrestling around on the bed as she tried to masturbate me and I tried to prevent it. I certainly didn’t care if she ‘won’ or not. In fact I planned eventually to let her have her way. It was just fun roughhousing with her as we laughed and struggled with each other.

Just as things were getting interesting, Mom opened our door and just stood there for a moment, looking as if she’d seen a ghost. The sight of her looking like that stopped our horseplay immediately. She’d obviously gotten a shock and had come to share whatever the news was with us.

“What is it?” I asked her, worry furrowing my brow as well as Jenna’s.

“You both need to sit down,” she began. I looked at Jenna with an obvious ‘uh-oh’ on my face. This was serious because it was as if she hadn’t noticed we were already in the bed and wouldn’t need to sit.

“Mom? Is everything okay? We’re… um… we’re already lying in bed,” I said, truly worried now.

“Huh?” she looked at me.

“Mommy, you’re scaring us,” Jenna said. She only called her ‘Mommy’ when she was not feeling good or was frightened. I was frightened, too.

“I’m sorry, baby. Actually, it’s good news… I think…. It’s just so… unexpected.”

“What is it?” I asked again.

“Did you hear the phone ring?” she asked.

My sister and I looked at each other to verify neither of us heard it. “No,” I said.

“It was… well, it was Gwen.”

We hadn’t seen Gwen since she was literally forced to drop our search for Cindy. Was this about Gwen? Was it about Cindy, Jenna’s real mother? Was she dead?! Then I remembered what my mom had said, that it was good news… she thought.

Jenna was instantly up on her knees, as if pleading with my mom and praying at the same time. “What is it?! Is it about my mom?!” she asked, begging for an answer.

Mom sat down on the side of the bed and said, “Yes, it is. It’s about your mom.”

“What?” Jenna begged again.

“Gwen has been continuing with the case on her own time,” Mom said. “She has been working secretly on it for the past three years. She knows where she is.”

We sat there in silence for a moment while that news sank in. Then my mom mused, more to herself than to us, “She was taking such a chance doing that.”

“Where?!” Jenna and I asked simultaneously, both of us eager to know.

“She’s in Colombia, South America. Near Bogota.”

My hopes sank. I was hoping she was in a nearby city or even another state. But South America? Mom might as well have said she was on the dark side of the moon. I could see the same disappointment in Jenna’s face.

“That far away?” Jenna said, tears already filling her voice.

“Don’t worry,” Mom said, seeming to wake from her daze when she saw Jenna starting to cry. “We’ll get her, I promise.”

“But that’s so far away,” I said. “How are we going to get her out of another country? Another continent, even?”

“We have more information, honey,” Mom said. “We also have a phone number where we might be able to reach her.”

Jenna’s eyes grew big and she started to scramble off the bed. “Then let’s call her!” she said, but my mother reached out and stopped her before she made what would obviously be a mad dash to the phone.

“It’s not that easy, baby. The number belongs to the chauffeur of the man who’s holding your mom. Getting in touch with him could be tricky. He’s a friend of your mom’s, apparently, but he can’t let on that it’s us calling when we do. Gwen is going to do the calling first to see if there’s a time when he can talk freely.”

Jenna looked numb for a second. Then she started to smile.

“Then there’s a chance I might talk to my mom soon?” she asked.

“Yes, baby. There’s a very real chance you will. Gwen is going to find out more and let us know. The biggest thing will be trying to get your mom out of there without anyone getting hurt.”

For the first time, I realized that the hoped-for escape was very serious business, and that if Cindy tried to get away and was caught she might be killed. I could tell from the look on her face that Jenna knew this as well.

“When do you think I’ll be able to talk to my mom?” was all she asked.

“Soon, baby. Very soon. Gwen is supposed to call me again tonight and let me know what she’s learned, if anything, about that.”

I sat back on my heels and looked at Jenna, who turned to me and burst into tears that were tears of both joy and sadness. She lunged into my arms and I held her, with Mom joining us on the bed.

The playtime was forgotten, and we remained in our bed long after mom left the room. I just held my baby sister and cooed words of love and encouragement to her.

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When Erin arrived, her mom came inside with her to meet Mom, Aunt Emmy, and Danni. Ms. Hartley showed no signs of recognizing my mom, so I felt things were pretty safe she hadn’t seen her in a movie before. I was rather relieved about that. I didn’t want to lose this great job if she did recognize her and decide she didn’t want a porn star’s daughter watching Erin.

Of course, Erin stared the entire time, mesmerized that she was actually meeting the woman she’d seen in the movie I’d brought to her house and even let her keep overnight.

Upon entering, Ms. Hartley held out her hand to Mom. “Hello, there. I’m glad to finally meet you. Cheryl’s quite a godsend.”

“Please, come into the living room, Ms. Hartley,” Mom said. “We can talk a bit and get to know each other.”

“We don’t need to be so formal. Just call me Peyton,” Ms. Hartley said.

“Fine. And I’m Kayleigh. This is my sister, Emily, and her friend, Danni,” Mom said, indicating each as she mentioned their names.

We all went to the living room and sat down. As the adults chatted, Aunt Emmy and Danni sat together on the loveseat holding hands. I could see Ms. Hartley got the point right away. I was not aware of any prejudices my employer had in that regard, and she didn’t seem to mind. I would find out more of what she thought of this situation later.

Finally, Ms. Hartley got up to leave and gave Erin a small kiss on the cheek as she did, saying, “Mind your manners, now.”

Erin assured her she would be “as nice to them as they are to me.” I had to smile at her choice of words, which were obviously more for our benefit than her mom’s.

As she was walking out, Ms. Hartley called me aside, asking me to accompany her to her car. I felt my heart begin pounding as I wondered what she wanted to talk to me about. Had she found the movie I’d lent Erin overnight? Had she found some other incriminating evidence? Was she upset that my aunt was openly a lesbian in front of her daughter?

But none of those were what she wanted to discuss at all, of course. As we walked to her car, she said, “I just want to thank you for all you’ve done for Erin. She seems to be a completely different girl. She’s even become very helpful around the house when you’re not there and so attentive to my needs. Just this morning she came into my bathroom while I was soaking in the tub and asked if she could wash my back.”

I swallowed hard, hoping Ms. Hartley didn’t notice. I knew where that came from. She knew I had sex with my own mother, and she was entertaining the idea of what if she had sex with her mom. She had even asked about it once, and I’d told her it wasn’t a good idea.

Ms. Hartley continued since my throat was too tight to respond yet. “I don’t know how you managed to turn loathing into a little girl crush in just a few days, but you did,” she said. Her smile would have lit the entire street if it were dark, she was so happy with the outcome.

I could tell she was wanting to know my secret for changing Erin from what she was into what she’d become. I couldn’t tell her the truth, of course, so I said, “I just showed her that I was a reasonable person and I wasn’t there to get her in trouble by telling on her all the time. I was there to teach her how to have fun without getting into trouble.”

Every word I said to Ms. Hartley was 100% true; it just lacked the details. And as they say, ‘the devil is in the details.’ Fortunately, she didn’t ask for any.

Instead, she leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek before getting into her car and starting it. Before pulling away, though, she said, “I just wanted you to know how pleased I am. Whatever you’ve been doing to elicit this change, just keep doing it.”

I smiled at that and said, “Don’t worry. I will.” I waved to her as she drove off and went back inside.

“Well, let’s get something to drink,” Aunt Emmy suggested. “Then we can see if there’s anything else here we’d like to taste,” she added with a wink.

We went to the kitchen, and Danni served cokes to those too young to drink and wine to Mom, Danni, and herself. We sat there drinking and chatting, the adults in one conversation, the rest of us in another.

Erin asked what her mom wanted to talk to me about and I told her. She got a kick out of her mom’s final instructions to “keep doing” what I was doing that had caused Erin to change.

“So what’s this about you volunteering to wash your mom’s back?” I asked, indicating I might not be happy about that.

“What’s wrong with that?” Erin wanted to know. “You have sex with your mom.”

I knew that had been her thinking.

“I told you. There’s a difference,” I said. “My mom was an active participant in showing me how to have sex. It was her idea.”

“So?” Erin said.

“If you make a pass at your mom — if you give any sort of hint you want to have sex with her — she’ll wonder where you got an idea like that. Since I’m the biggest change in your life, she will naturally wonder what we’ve been up to while she’s at work.”

“She won’t know!” Erin protested.

I turned to Jenna, who was not listening that closely, if at all. Her eyes had a far-away quality and I could tell she was thinking about her mom more than anything else.

“Jenna?” I asked.

“Huh?” she uttered, focusing on what was going on around her.

I was happy to distract her with this conversation. “What do you think? Do you believe Ms. Hartley might get ideas about what’s going on at her house when she’s not there if Erin makes a pass at her?”

Jenna looked at Erin as if she’d just sprouted another nose. “What?!” she said.

“Well you two do it,” Erin protested.

“Yeah, but we weren’t the ones to start something,” Jenna said, echoing what I’d said earlier when she’d not been listening, thus giving it more weight.

“Well, that sucks,” Erin said, pouting.

I smiled at her and said, “Yeah, and so do I.”

She smiled back, but I could tell she didn’t want to. I couldn’t blame her, really. Her mother was very attractive with a sexy figure. It wasn’t a model’s figure or anything like that. She could lose a few inches at her tummy, but I wouldn’t turn her down if she offered to start something with me. But I could tell she wasn’t into sex with girls, much less teenage girls. I told Erin this in the hope that she would give up trying to seduce her mom.

“Anyway, your mom isn’t into sex with girls,” I said.

“How do you know?” Erin asked.

“I can just tell,” I said. “She doesn’t look at me as if she’s wondering what I look like naked or anything. She didn’t check out my mom like that either. Believe me, every time a woman I know has been open to sex with another woman, they checked out my mom when they met her. I could see your mom understood my mom is very pretty and sexy, but she didn’t have that look when she saw her.”

“Are you sure?” Erin said. “There was that woman you told me about at your mom’s work?” she recalled. “She didn’t know she’d like to have sex with you until you tricked her.”

“Yes, but she already enjoyed sex with women. She just didn’t know she’d enjoy it with little girls.”

“I bet if I could get my mom naked and blindfolded and get my mouth on her pussy she’d like it,” Erin said.

“Maybe so, but you shouldn’t even try that,” I said.

“Try what?” Mom asked, catching the last bit of our conversation.

I told Mom what Erin was thinking.

“Oh, my, no!” Mom said. “Your mom is completely heterosexual.”

I’m not sure why Erin would listen to my mom and not to me, but she finally agreed with what we were telling her. I guess it’s because I’m fifteen and my mom is an adult.

“Okay,” she said. “I guess you’re right. But we can start playing, can’t we?” Suddenly, she was all smiles.

“Definitely,” Mom said. “Let’s go to the play room.”

Continue on to Chapter 47