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Loving Lisa, Chapter 10

  • Posted on March 24, 2017 at 6:43 pm

By JetBoy

The doorbell chimed. 3:32 in the afternoon.

Now who on earth could that be…? I wondered, peering up from the kitchen counter in irritation.

I’d broken this exquisite piece of costume jewelry — a glass brooch of a tropical fish I’d found years ago in a secondhand store — and was about to put the three fragments back together with Krazy Glue. Not a good time to be interrupted.

Nessa was upstairs, music turned up loud… no sense in calling her down to answer the door. Leaving my work on a paper towel, I made my way to the foyer, prepared to rebuff unwanted visitors. The Jehovah’s Witnesses had been working our neighborhood, I’d been told.

Half expecting to find a smiling matron bearing copies of The Watchtower, I opened the door to discover a far more welcome guest on the top step — Lisa!

A leap across the threshold, and she was in my arms. Dazed and delighted, I spun the two of us around and around, her legs wrapped around me. Somehow, on one of our revolutions, I managed to shut the door with a nudge of the foot.

The sweet scent of her hair tickled my nose. “Mmmmmmm… oh, Lisa, I’ve missed you!”

Holding me tightly, her face buried in my neck, she whispered, “I missed you too, Ms. Johnson.”

I clucked my tongue. “It’s Roxanne, Lisa. Remember?”

She frowned, wrinkling her nose. “Y’know… I don’t really like callin’ you that. Can I still say ‘Ms. Johnson?’ It’s what I always say in my head when I think about you. That’s okay, huh?”

I had to laugh. “Of course, angel. Whatever makes you happy.” I paused to kiss the tip of that nose. “When did you get back?”

“Just,” Lisa murmured against my chin, making me throb down below. Then she raised her head, her big green eyes peering into mine. “Let’s… play!”

A whoop of delight from the top of the stairs, then… “LISA!” My daughter’s feet came thundering down to where we stood.

“NESSA!” shrieked my bundle of joy, nearly deafening me in one ear. “Sorry,” she added when I grimaced.

Vanessa darted behind her friend and hugged her tightly, making a yummy Lisa sandwich between the two of us. Suddenly she grinned and hunkered down. I couldn’t see — what was Nessa doing?

“Hey, what’re you — Owww!” Lisa twisted around to glare at my daughter. “You bit me!”

And there Vanessa was, grinning behind Lisa. “Gotcha ba-ack!”

Lisa rolled her eyes heavenward. “God, are you still freakin’ out about that? Anyhow, you already got me back, ‘member?” Lisa reached around to explore her backside as I set her down. “Jeez Louise… right on my butthole, too.”

Now, that gave me a very interesting idea. “Oh, dear,” I said, trying to look concerned. “How about we go up to my bedroom and… examine the damage? Make sure everything’s okay.”

The girls actually jumped up and down, blurting exclamations like “Yeah!” “Whoo!” and “Cool!” Then up the stairs they flew as if they’d been launched from twin cannons. Me, I took up the rear, ascending at a much more ladylike pace.

When I entered my room, Lisa and Nessa were bouncing excitedly on my bed, huge grins on their faces. I used to chide my daughter when she used my mattress as a trampoline, but right then, I felt giddy enough to jump right along with them. Instead, I stepped out of my shoes.

“Hey, no room for me?” I laughingly protested, unbuttoning my pants.

The bouncing came to a standstill as the girls watched me starting to undress. Then with a gleeful squeal, my Nessa began to shimmy out of her top.

I stepped out of my jeans and panties, then tugged off the old flannel shirt I liked to wear around the house. Vanessa wasn’t wearing much to start with, so she got naked right away — but why was Lisa just watching us undress?

Taking notice of her still-clothed friend, Nessa frowned. “What’cha just standin’ there for? C’mon, girl, get naked!” She giggled. “We gotta ex-amine your butthole!”

Lisa gave us a bashful smile. “I wanna do a show for you guys, where I take off all my clothes and dance sexy!” She blushed a bit. “Um… it’s just an idea I had…”

“You mean a striptease?” I said, shrugging out of my bra. Now I was nude, too.

She nodded gratefully, stepping down from the bed. “Yeah! That.”

“Cool!” exclaimed Vanessa approvingly. She seated herself at the foot of the bed, gazing expectantly at her friend. “Okay — show us what’cha got, honeybuns!”

Lisa smirked at my daughter. “Doofus.”

“Want some music?” I asked, padding over to my dresser, where I kept a boombox.

“Yeah,” said Lisa. “Somethin’ hot!”

“Leave it to me.” Rifling through the stack of CDs, I took out my James Brown best-of disc and slipped it in the player, pausing it at the start of the track I wanted. “Here, do it in front of the mirror.”

Lisa cheerfully padded over to the spot I indicated. “Okay,” she nodded, limbering up her arms and legs.

“And heeeeere we go…” I placed my finger on the PLAY button, then pushed it.

A tough funk groove kicked off the song, driven along by a choppy guitar lick and punctuated by horns. Lisa listened, moving very slightly, letting her body find the beat before she began to move. She was good, too — maybe not Soul Train material, but bold and enthusiastic, unconcerned about looking silly.

“Whoo!” cheered Vanessa. “You go, girl!”

James Brown’s voice elbowed its way in, tightly backed by another voice in a tough call-and-response:

Know we need it — SOUL POWER!
We got to have it — SOUL POWER!
Know we want it — SOUL POWER!
Huh! Got-ta have it — SOUL POWER!

Great merciful heavens, what a sight she was. Believe me, Lisa’s promise to “dance sexy,” had not been made idly. She was strutting her stuff with a vengeance, working that cute little butt.

She kicked off her sandals — firing one to the left, the other to the right — then got back into her dance.

I want to get under your skin
If I get there, I got to win
You need some soul, c’mon and get some
And then you’ll know, where I’m comin’ from

Now and then, her eyes met mine — and each time it sent a surge of white-hot lust through my very core. A glance at my daughter made it clear that Lisa’s movements were affecting her in the same way. Nessa was staring slack-mouthed at her friend, occasionally moistening her lips. I noticed that her nipples were visibly erect.

I couldn’t look away from Lisa for more than an instant, though, not while she continued to move. James Brown continued to narrate the action:

I may lay in the cut and go along
I’m still on the case, and my rap is strong
Go jump on my train, when I’m outta sight
Just check yourself, huh! and say, yeah you’re right

Lisa’s elbows swung forward and back in time as she began to unfasten the buttons of the pale orange shirt she wore. One at a time, she undid them, then slowly slid the shirt down to expose her shoulders, carefully giving us quick glimpses of her bare chest.

Suddenly Lisa all but tore the top off, like a magician sweeping away his cape. Now nude from the waist up, she threw herself back into the dance.

Lisa barely had anything in the way of breasts, but they still managed to jiggle ever so slightly. And her nipples were definitely stiff, all but begging to be sucked.

Love me tender, and love me slow
If that don’t get it, jump back for more
Love me tender, love me slow
If that don’t get it, jump back for more

Reaching down to the front of her cut-off denim shorts, she popped the top button open with the flick of a thumb, then tugged the zipper down far enough to us to see the color of her panties — buttery yellow.

Spinning around to face the mirror, her bottom thrust toward Nessa and me, Lisa shifted her hips from side to side as she shimmied out of the tight shorts, working them down to her ankles. Those yellow underpants were so tautly stretched across her bottom that I could see nearly everything she had through them.

She stepped out of her cut-offs with her right foot, then cast them aside with a flick of the left. Now down to panties, Lisa’s movements grew more explicitly sexual. This was a dance of seduction, and all three of us knew it.

We gotta get in the bracket
You know I like it!

To my left, I heard Nessa gasp. I turned to look, gasping myself when I saw my daughter lying back, legs spread wide, masturbating at the sight of her dancing friend. Hmmm… now there’s a good idea.

Back to Lisa. She was staring lustfully at Vanessa, touching her body all over, still moving in time to the Godfather’s funky beat. Then her eyes burned into mine, and it felt like someone had set off a flare in my cunt, starting a blaze that simply had to be dealt with.

Slipping a hand between my thighs, I curled two fingers inside myself, thrusting them hard and deep.

Don’t fall on the ground!
You got to get down, down, down, down, down
Don’t fall on the ground!
You got to get down, down, down, down, down

Lisa was sliding out of her panties, turning around as she did, giving us the full-on view of her nakedness. Then she was completely bare, those butter-hued underpants clutched in one hand. She tossed them to me, and I immediately pressed them to my face, breathing deeply, drinking in the heady aroma of my underage lover.

I passed them over to Nessa — and she plastered the sodden material to her nose and mouth, purring with pleasure as she sampled Lisa’s scent.

Huh! Good God!
I’ve gotta ask you, what we NEED! — SOUL POWER!
What we want — SOUL POWER!
Got to HAVE! — SOUL POWER!

Excited as I already was, I nearly swooned when Lisa presented her bottom, hips still churning to the hard beat. She dipped down to peer at us between spread legs, pulling her buttocks apart to display her holes to us. Her slit was glistening with wetness. Oh, God, I wanted to throw myself on my knees behind the child and bury my face in her rosy flesh.

Seconds later, Lisa was up and dancing again. Damn it, she was driving me crazy!

But before I knew it, the song was fading. Lisa’s motions slowed, then halted.

She took a deep bow while her dazed audience cheered and clapped — with very moist fingers, needless to say. Then she jumped in between my daughter and me on the bed, exhaling noisily as she lay back.

“Wow,” said Vanessa, “that was… wicked good!”

The little imp was grinning hugely, feeling quite proud of herself. “Ya think so?”

“Oh, yes,” I said. “That might have been the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Cooooool,” Lisa sighed, gazing at me, then Vanessa. “So… what do we do now?”

“Well, I don’t know about you young ladies,” I murmured, “but I’m in the mood for some kissing.”

“Yeah!” Lisa cheered, and Nessa eagerly nodded her assent.

“Me first,” I announced, then drew close to Lisa. “Here’s your reward for that wonderful dance,” and I took her mouth in a tender kiss that grew hot and hungry in something like two seconds. We swapped tongues for a long, delicious while, then I turned to Vanessa. “And this is your reward for being the best daughter in the whole world.” I kissed my child with every ounce of passion I had in me, feasting on her sweet mouth, finally breaking away. “And now, I want to see you two kiss!”

Eyes shining, Lisa reached up to touch my daughter’s face. “I love you, Nessa,” she whispered.

“Aw… I love you, Lisa,” Vanessa responded, and the girls came together in a ardent embrace, their mouths crushed together, tongues flashing to and fro. Then they turned back to me, both smiling.

We shared kisses and caresses for a long while, taking our time, keeping the lovemaking going at a slow, languid pace, allowing the sexual fire to mount gradually — until we seemed to move, all three of us, to the tempo of a single racing pulse. Never before had I been so perfectly in tune with a lover.

Eventually, of course, our need for release grew too intense to bear, so we made each other come with our fingers. I masturbated my daughter while Nessa rubbed Lisa, who tweaked my clit until I saw stars.

Afterwards, we lay together in a tangle of heated flesh, occasionally exchanging deep French kisses — at least until Lisa raised her head, looking from me to Nessa. “We’re not done yet, are we?” she demanded.

I nearly rolled my eyes. Kids. Don’t they ever get enough of a good thing? Then I felt my daughter’s fingers lightly teasing my slit, and thought, Hmmm… guess I’m not quite done yet.

“Mom…?” said Vanessa, her head resting on my shoulder.

“What, hon?”

“Can you, um, put on the thing now? Pleeease?”

Lisa furrowed her brow. “The thing?”

I looked at Vanessa, arching an eyebrow. “The thing…?”

Vanessa blushed. “You know…”

I just looked at her blankly, wanting her to say the word.

Lisa looked from Vanessa to me and back, frowning. “What are you guys talkin’ about?!”

Vanessa, her cheeks flushed pink, mumbled, “The… the cock,” then put both hands over her face. Which caused her to poke Lisa with an extremely pointy elbow.

Lisa’s scowl deepened. “Hey, watch your arms, dingus!” Then to me, still puzzled, “The cock?”

“I think there’s an echo in here,” I chuckled, tousling her hair. “Hold on, Lisa — I’ll show you.” Getting to my feet, pausing for a moment for the wooziness to disperse, I padded into the closet, plucking my sex toy from a nearby shelf, still fitted with the smallest attachment. I figured it would be at least a year or two before either of the girls would be ready for the eight-incher.

As I strapped the latex prick on and fastened it about my waist, the room was eerily silent. No giggles or whispers, no creaking from the bed. I gave my borrowed appendage a tug to make certain it was secure, then emerged.

Lisa’s eyes grew wide as she saw the toy jutting from my groin. “Holy cow!” she gasped, cupping her face in both hands like a cartoon character.

Vanessa smiled gleefully, amused by her friend’s astonishment. “It’s kinda like a real man’s thing… right, Mom? Works the exact same way!”

I nodded. “More or less.”

Lisa gaped at Vanessa. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! You mean — you already used it?”

Shyly nibbling her lower lip, Vanessa murmured, “Well, yeah.” She was blushing again.

“Oh, yes, Vanessa took the whole thing inside her…” I winked at my little girl, and she giggled, suddenly unable to meet my gaze.

Lisa’s mouth was open. “You really… really did it…” She looked down at Nessa’s pussy — which, I noticed, still showed a slightly irritated pinkness around the edges of her slit.

Her face alight with wonder, Lisa reached out, extending a finger to lightly touch my daughter’s sex. “Wow,” she breathed, then looked up at Vanessa. “So, how did you…?”

“Mom, put some, um, slippery stuff on it first, to help it go inside… and she went really slow, so it wouldn’t hurt a lot.”

“Did it hurt?” Lisa asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Just a little,” Nessa replied. “But it felt really great, too!” She took Lisa’s hand, gave it a squeeze. “I asked her to, Lise. It was important to me. I wanted Mom to be the one to do it.”

Lisa slowly lit up like a Christmas tree, a gleam of excitement appearing in her eyes. “Me too!” Turning to me, she clasped her hands together in supplication, begging, “I want you to be the one to… do that to me!” She jumped up from the bed and raced over to where I stood, clutching at my arm. “Please, Ms. Johnson?” She nuzzled her face into my breasts. “Pretty please?”

I glanced at Nessa, who smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Fuck her, Mom!”

Enveloping Lisa in my arms, I whispered into her hair, “Okay, sweetie.”

She hugged me hard, blurted, “Thank you!” then broke away. “But first, I wanna watch you guys doin’ it. So I get to see, y’know, what it’s like. Okay?”

Nessa grinned. “Oh, I’m good with that!” She immediately lay down on the bed and raised her legs up and out. Grabbing her ankles, she spread herself, opening her sweet cunt for me. “C’mon, Mom — I’m so ready!”

My brave little soldier. I reached for the lubricant, still resting on the nightstand where I’d left it, then knelt on the bed before Nessa, pausing to admire the loveliness of her bare slit… pink, glistening with wetness and ready to be loved.

I smeared a dollop of Astroglide on the end of the shaft, then leaned in to transfer a dab of the slippery stuff onto Nessa’s waiting slit. She spread her legs even wider, if that was possible.

Climbing onto the bed, Lisa approached me from behind and pressed herself against my back, resting her chin on my shoulder to get a good view of the proceedings. I felt her swollen nipples brushing against my skin as she nuzzled my neck.

It was arousing, but something of a distraction. “That feels good, Lisa… but you’ve got to move back just a little. I need room to do this.”

“Oops. Sorry ‘bout that.”

As Lisa dutifully stationed herself a bit further away, I glanced back at her, a knowing smile on my lips. “You want to see it… going in, huh?”

Her eyes were dancing. “Yeah,” she sighed happily.

“Sit right here, Lisa!” Vanessa said, patting the bed next to her. “You can watch Mom put her thing in… and while she fucks me, we can make out!”

“Great idea,” Lisa giggles as she parks her cute little bottom at Nessa’s side. She bends down, peering between my daughter’s spread thighs. “Wow, Nessa, I can see all of you!”

“Mmmmm, yeah, I guess so.” Nessa’s eyes widened as I gently stroked her opening with the tip of the dildo, occasionally brushing her clit.

“You ready, hon?”

Nessa nodded. “Fuck me now, Mom.”

I moved slowly, carefully, watching the head slip about two inches deep into my daughter’s pussy.

“Ow. Ow. Ooohh… ouch!” winced Vanessa. Lisa winced right along with her.

I halted myself. “You sure you want to do this, hon?”

“Yeah, I… do, I want to. Just… I’m still kinda sore.”

“Okay. I’ll stay still for right now. You tell me when you’re ready.”

Lisa took my daughter’s hand, pressed it to her lips, then cradled it in her lap. “You look so pretty like that, Nessa.”

Vanessa gave her friend a shaky smile. “Thanks.” Drawing in, then releasing a deep breath, she looked up at me. “Okay, you c-can go in a little more now.”

I eased the cock a bit deeper, a quarter-inch at a time.

“Oooh… oh, oh, geez, Mom!”

Pausing again, “Does it still hurt?”

“A little… but, but not that much… oh, man, I’m feelin’ so full.” She lifted her hips a bit, taking me in even more. “Mmmm yeah! It’s gettin’ better, Mom, just like last time.”

“Good job, sweetie.” By then, the shaft was almost completely inside my precious child.

“Ohhhh, yeah, that’s it, oh yeah…!”

Lisa stared at my daughter in awe. “You’re really doin’ it, Nessa! You really are!”

My daughter turned to her friend, tugging at her arm. “Kiss me, Lisa…”

And Lisa fell into Vanessa’s embrace — their mouths meeting, tongues emerging to dance. Lisa’s hand was on my little girl’s chest, gliding over her nipples.

Now I was fucking her for real — pulling out, pushing back, my movements smooth and steady. Nessa was humming as she and Lisa kissed, a tuneless moan to accompany her rising pleasure.

Vanessa broke away from Lisa to whisper something in her ear — and Lisa peered up at me, a positively devilish expression on her face. She got to her feet, then disappeared. What is that girl up to now?

Then I felt her behind me — her hands, her breath, then her soft lips caressing my ass.

Down below, my daughter was speedily approaching meltdown. She clutched at fistfuls of the blanket, her head twisting from side to side, eyes squeezed tightly shut. At one point, Nessa reached down to touch the slippery latex cock, perhaps marveling at how wonderful it made her feel. All the while, she exhorted me on. “Ohhhhh Mom, s-so good, mmm yes, ohhh, don’t stop, keep fuckin’ me, oooooohhh yeah, f-feels so… so…”

Lisa was feasting on my backside. I felt her lips, her tongue, her eager mouth on my bottom, my anus, my cunt. She licked me, adorned me with kisses and nibbled my clit as Nessa writhed beneath me, lost in her mounting rapture.

I wanted to lie skin to skin with my little girl, so I carefully lowered myself onto her. She seized me in her arms, hugging me tightly, burying her face in my shoulder, her voice reduced to ragged whimpers and the occasional gasp of, “Ohhhhh, Mom!”

I continued to fuck her — in the meantime, Lisa was probing my vagina with what felt like all four fingers. I longed for her to get her thumb into the act and work her entire hand inside me, but my hips were probably moving too briskly for that.

Suddenly my daughter threw her head back against the pillow, a joyful cry of ecstasy breaking free as she began to come. Her nails bit painfully into my back — but I kept going, carrying Vanessa through the crazy carnival ride of her orgasm, her cries and moans music to my soul.

Seconds later, Lisa’s fingers touched something inside me, and I froze in mid-stroke as my own climax hit like a thunderclap. I was rocked to my foundation, quivering all over and trying not to jerk around while still inside Nessa.

Finally, we both lay spent, my sweaty frame atop hers. Somehow I managed to heave myself up and draw my slippery cock out of her body, sitting back on my heels in a post-orgasmic daze.

Kneeling once more beside her friend, Lisa shook her head, open-mouthed. “Nessa, gosh… that was so awesome!” she breathed. She tenderly brushed Nessa’s damp bangs to one side. “You are like… I can’t believe it. You’re like… a woman, and everything!”

Smiling weakly, Nessa patted Lisa’s hand, then gazed up at me. “Love you, Mom,” she mumbled. Her legs lay open, her pussy oozing warm honey into the sheets.

I murmured, “I love you too, angel,” and laid down next to her. Nessa turned her face to mine, and our lips met in a tender kiss.

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A Young Desert Rose, Chapter 6

  • Posted on March 24, 2017 at 9:55 am

By Sunnybunny

Six AM sharp found Heather groggy and irritable despite having retired at an early hour the evening before. She had masturbated herself into a stupor, until she was a sweaty mess mewling on the disheveled bed spread like a bitch in heat. Each new climax becoming more intense than the last, as if the force peeled away a new layer of pent up frustration until she was totally exposed to the pleasure like a raw nerve.

She had begun sitting on the edge of the mattress, pants and underwear drawn down to her knees while she massaged the vibrator into her under-stimulated flesh, thinking the urge more a bothersome nuisance and masturbation simply a means to an end. Scratching an itch, she reasoned once she began. How long had it been since she had taken a lover? How long had it been since she enjoyed it? The questions were distracting, hindering the irritatingly slow-to-build orgasm so she set them aside, trying to focus her mind and coaxed out fresh images of Angie into her imagination without realizing what she was doing. Her mind simply drifted there, as if carried there on a summer breeze, and settled down happily into place on her brain, refusing to budge.

She pictured Angie as she was in the car beside her, wearing the flimsy dress only now she was lifting it up by the ends, daintily with two fingers each, to show off the fact she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. From behind the curtain of fabric, she wore her all too familiar knowing grin that was rapidly becoming her trademark look.

The first orgasm sent her reeling back on the bed, turtling up her limbs and holding herself while she moaned in the throes of beautiful agony.

But the images of Angie refused to abandon her and grew more intense, lewder in nature. Soon, she was stark naked beside Heather as they roared down the freeway, one leg cocked on the dash and both hands spreading her hairless labia apart while she cheekily sang, “How many licks does it take to get to the center of an Angie-pop?”

Heather rolled onto her belly, hiking up her shirt and bra and grasped desperately at her chest. It must have looked a pathetic sight, she recounted. A grown woman, bare ass in the air, thighs apart and massaging the buzzing contraption against her swollen clit, anxious to cum again.

A nice game, she thought as Heather wiggled out of the rest of her clothes. A challenge by Angie to see how mercilessly she could tease while she has to keep both hands on the wheel until she can’t take it any longer and pulls over against the side of the road and attacks the young girl’s body.

Another incredible orgasm dissolved her into a quivering mess but the fire between her legs would not be sated. Worse, the stimulation seemed to be stoking the flames until it threatened to consume her!

She growled in frustration and pressed her forehead into the cool sheets, realizing all at once just how sweaty she had become. Heather used the comforter to wipe at the sodden flesh of her vagina and pressed the vibrator to her clit again, coming almost at once while the fourth and fifth (sixth?) times were longer in length.

By morning, she stank of sweat and sex and decided a shower would be the best option before daring to go near anyone with a keen nose. She couldn’t bear the thought of catching someone’s eye on the first day of her new job and finding a wide smile there, perhaps followed by a knowing wink from some old farm hand. Gag!

She lathered up with the room’s complimentary soap and shampoo and emerged later wrapped in two terrycloth towels smelling of fresh lemons.

“Great,” she intoned to the empty room. “I smell like a dining room floor…”

She dressed rather casually for her first day. Based on Mama Maven’s garb, Heather doubted there was a code of business casual and opted for a pair of dark blue jeans, her best pair of sneakers and a black t-shirt featuring the logo of a band long since broken up from the 1980’s. It felt appropriate, since everything else in the town seemed stuck in the past. When in Rome…

From her toiletry bag, she smeared a bit of gel through her hair after brushing it out and blew it dry. At the last moment, she opted to tuck the shirt in, a last ditch act of formality before spritzing on body mist and heading for the door.

It was still dark outside and the street lights (the ones still working, anyway) cast ghoulish images along the barren road. The wind was stronger than it had been in the afternoon, lashing the road with whips made of coarse sand. A glass bottle clattered noisily through the parking lot before coming to an abrupt rest at the foot of a fresh dune.

It was strangely serene, certainly a dramatic shift from the hustle and bustle of the life she had left behind. Despite the hour, there was no chance some lowlife would leap out of one of the dark corners with a gun, demanding money or something more unpleasant. There were no vagabonds lining the road with cardboard signs decrying their plight. No piles of garbage bags spilling out from the bins. There was a rustic charm to Oasis that just would not be denied.

The diner loomed ahead, light fanning from every window like a lighthouse on the coast, a great beacon in the still night air. Heather stole a glance in the direction of the garage just across the way, barely able to spy the outline of the building in the gloom. No surprise since based on what Angie had shared so far about her father, she would be greatly surprised if he were a morning person.

Mama Maven emerged from the kitchens at the sound of the door chime. “Bless your heart!” She cooed, wiping her wrinkled old hands down the front of her withered apron. “Right on time!” The old woman came forward and took Heather’s hands in hers, beaming in delight. “This way, follow me and I’ll give you a basic idea of what you’ll be doing today! Quickly, now! The first few customers are probably on their way right now!”

The tour did not take long. Even with the hurried nature of the grand excursion, there was little to see. The cooking equipment consisted of massive beasts of metal and rivets, looking more like World War II fighting machines than kitchen appliances. The pots and pans, too, seemed as if they had been plucked free from a time capsule and hung on delicate iron hooks over the massive stove.

“You needn’t worry about too much of this here though!” Maven explained, directing her attention to an open window between the kitchen and dining area. “Orders come in and orders go out.” She slapped her hand against the polished wood. “You just worry about seein’ they get where they need to go. Under the register there,” she pointed through the window into the other room and Heather had to stand on tiptoe in order to see where she was pointing. “Got a spare apron for ya and there yonder is a pen and pad. You set ’em up and I’ll knock it out as the young people like to say!”

Did they really say that? She doubted it but Maven’s enthusiasm was proving infectious and she found herself grinning.

“You got it, chief!” She saluted with two fingers like a good scout.

Mama Maven beamed right back and made a shooing motion with a flick of her wrist. “Go on now, get ready! We got our first customers comin’ in now!”

Her premonition proved eerily true as not a moment later, just as Heather was about to ask how she knew, the sound of car tires crunching along gravel echoed in from the front of the store.

Heather hurried to the counter and snatched up the white apron and tied it around her middle, looping a tight bow just below her navel.

“Show time!” Mama Maven cried out from the back of the house.

The ‘breakfast rush’ turned out to be a handful of ranch hands and landowners, showing up in gigantic-tired pickup trucks and bounding back dozens of cups of coffee and plates of pancakes before heading out to the fields. They were loading up on a few thousand calories before toiling the day away in the Arizona heat. To say Heather’s presence caused a bit of stir would have been an understatement. The crowd of cowboy hats and boots halted in the doorway, mouths agape as she offered to show them a seat in the smoking section. (A bad joke since the entire restaurant was a smoking area, somehow abstaining from more progressive ideas of public health.) Then, as they continued to stare as if she had sprouted a second head, one by one they removed their hats and held them over their hearts.

They took seats quietly, like a pack of freshly scolded school boys, stealing glances over at Heather while she busily took orders and filled coffee mugs. It was eerily quiet, too quiet, she thought. So silent they were that she could hear Maven banging around with pans in the back in preparation and got the distinct feeling that this was a rarity. She saw these men as a rowdier bunch, all loud gas and tasteless jokes about minorities.

At last, one of them spoke up…well sort of. He was middle-aged and sporting a thin, waxy mustache, raising his hand, again like a nervous child, unsure if he really knew the answer to the question on the blackboard. “Excuse me but,” he said, “but… who are you?”

That unleashed an eruption of questions, each louder than the last as they struggled to be heard.

“Are you a friend of Mama’s?”

“What’s your name?”

“Do you live around here?”

“Are you new in town?”

“When did you get to Oasis?”

“Where did you-?”

“What about-?”

Heather backed away dumbstruck, overwhelmed and a little intimidated. These guys were acting as if they hadn’t been in the presence of a woman their entire lives! “Boys, boys, boys!” she shouted until they settled down. “My name is Heather! I’ll be your waitress today! I’m very new in town, no I’m not an old friend of Mama Maven, I’m–!”

She was interrupted by another eruption of questions before she could finish answering the first. It became such a racket that after a time, Mama shuffled out of the back, hands pressed to her hips, asking what all the commotion was.

“You boys ought to be ashamed of yourselves,” Maven scolded, giving each of them a hard stare that they of course averted. “Heather is my newest employee, newest member of our fine community, and you all need to behave! Sakes alive, not a single manner among the bunch of you!” An awkward pause followed, the men shuffling nervously in their seats until Mama Maven gave the room a satisfied nod and shuffled back to the kitchen.

She touched Heather on the arm before departing, “They’re all yours now. Any one of them gets out of line, give ‘em a hard punch in the You-Know-What!” Before Heather could say anything in reply, Mama winked and hurried off.

“You’re going to be the talk of the town for a spell,” Maven later warned her, jovially. They stood out on the back patio of the restaurant, facing away from Oasis and the miles and miles of open field before them and the mountains rising up in the distance. In the early morning light, they were painted a gorgeous violet splash of color. A stark contrast to the light tan dunes at their feet.

After just an hour into her first shift, the rush was over or as Mama explained, the ‘first rush’ was done. They would be due for another in a half hour then a third. After that, it would be dead until lunch.

Maven produced an honest-to-God cigar, half-smoked, and chomped down on it like a cartoon villain. “Would you mind?” she asked, holding out a matchstick. “My hands shake too bad to easily light the damn thing anymore. Thanks, you’re a peach.”

It was during the prolonged silence that followed, Mama Maven puffing away on her cigar and watching the sunrise, that Heather asked something that had been niggling at her all morning.

“Was this a… more of a light morning here?”

“You mean that rush wasn’t what you expected,” Mama grinned and tapped a finger to her hearing aide. “This doesn’t always work but this old noggin’ can be pretty perceptive when it wants to be. Just takes a few cranks to get it started.” She chuckled at her own joke, making Heather grin too. “The God’s honest truth is that I could run the front as well as the back, been doin’ it for years but old Doc Phillips keeps warning me to slow down and like a blessing from on High, you stroll into the house! Do you believe in miracles, Heather? Divine intervention? Don’t matter. God uses us all, in time, whether we realize it or not.”

Heather didn’t bother answering, instead quieting and thinking on what sort of person she was. If there was a God (and to her, that was a pretty big IF) would he really have use for someone that cuts out on an entire life in the middle of the night with a small fortune of money that didn’t technically belong to her? What about one that feels up little girls in the desert? What is God’s plan for THAT woman? she wondered.

Mama Maven continued, “He calls on all of us eventually. The big question is, will you be willing to answer?”

Heather shook her head and changed the subject as quickly as was polite. “So you usually run the whole place yourself, huh? That’s pretty impressive though I imagine it gets pretty lonely.”

Mama nodded, smiling, “That it does, but I suppose that was a bit of a fib on my part. I get help sometimes, here and there.”

“From who?”

“Some of the kids ‘round town come in every now and again and help out where’s needed. I put a few bills in their hands or a free breakfast in their tummy in exchange. You met Angie yet? Little angel. If you haven’t met her yet, you’re going to soon enough. Just the sweetest little thing Oasis has to offer. Outside of my apple pie, of course.”

Heather crossed her legs, the name conjuring up the girls face in her mind. “Yea, we’ve met and you’re definitely right about that. She’s really… something.”

The conversation would have continued but the sound of a new set of tires crunching over gravel signaled the end to their break. Maven motioned toward the door with her cigar, “You head on in and seat whoever that is. I’m going to finish my smoke.”

Heather nodded and stood up, stretching her arms high over her head before heading inside. “Sorry, welcome!” she called, plucking free the pencil she had stashed behind her ear. “What can I get… you…?”

She rounded the corner and froze in her tracks, gawking at the tall figure filling the door frame.

It seemed all the men in town wore a hat and his was a tall, white one with a badge fixed in the middle of the band. A matching badge was fixed on the breast of his jacket, identifying him as the law enforcement of Oasis. One and only, Heather recalled, the one getting hammered with Angie’s father at his garage. He was broad in his shoulders and narrow at the hips, all upper body strength, and even through his collared jacket she could tell his forearms would be impressive. His hair was beginning to gray beneath his hat but the trim beard lining his jaw still bore some color.

He sauntered forward, close enough to her that she could at last read the name on the badge: Rick Glazer, Sheriff. “I heard there was a new city gal in town,” he thundered, the boom of his voice making Heather jump. His expression was unreadable behind his sunglasses. “You must be the one I’m looking for!”

She wanted to collapse into a sobbing wreck. Angie had told, had gone running to Sheriff Rick at the one place she knew he’d be and confessed the whole affair after she refused the kiss. This was her punishment. Mama Maven would call this divine justice. Had they gone to her room first and gone through her things? Did they know who she really was?

Heather backed away instinctively, nearly dropping her pencil and pad as the sheriff’s hands raised up to meet her…only instead of finding a pair of handcuffs hanging there or a loaded firearm, his palm was empty. It was extended in a friendly handshake and his face had cracked into a warm smile. She looked from the offered hand to his grinning face as if the gesture was completely alien to her.

Dumbly, she lifted her hand to his and he snatched it up in a crushing grip. “I heard you were a real beauty but those farm boys don’t nearly do the real thing justice!”

Mama Maven appeared behind Heather, making her jump again. “Sheriff you be nice! Don’t go scaring her. Look! She’s shakin’ like a leaf! Now you let go of her hand and have your seat, I’ll fetch a pot of coffee. Go on, git!”

Maven hustled him away leaving Heather to collect herself and seek refuge in the kitchen. For a long time, she didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry. Her legs wobbled beneath her until she had to lean back against the wall, but the trembling only got worse. Her back was slick with a fresh cold sweat. She slapped both palms against her knees, doubling over as though she would vomit until the worst of it passed.

When she did not emerge again right away, Mama came looking for her, a look of concern etched in her wrinkled eyes. “Darlin’, what’s the matter?”

Motherly instincts took over and she hurried to Heather, cupping the tender flesh around lymph nodes to see if they were swollen. “You look peaked! Just white as a sheet! Do you need to go home for the day?”

Heather waved her off, forcing a smile. “No, no! I’m okay, really I am! Just need to get my second wind is… is all.”

It took some convincing, but Mama agreed to allow her to stay and finish out the shift but, “If I feel a smidge of fever on you later, you’re going to get it!”

She couldn’t keep living like this, Heather reasoned. Always looking over her shoulder, wondering if Angie had tattled on her, about what she had done. No, she needed to address the issue head-on. . . . Unfortunately, that meant collecting the courage to actually talk to the girl. She wondered which she was more afraid of: Angie telling someone their secret or being left alone with the child. Could she trust herself to do what needed to be done and put the matter to rest? Worse, she was no closer to finding out what had become of her stolen money. The various patrons had revealed little about themselves to her, and all had seemed genuinely surprised to find a new face about town. So, who did that leave as suspects?

To her dismay, she had not eliminated a single individual. She was far from meeting the entire town, and if they had indeed fled Oasis with her cash in hand…

Heather sighed beneath the weight of so many variables. Angie seemed like the most manageable task at the moment, but even that was a pretty daunting one. After work, she decided with an affirming nod. After work she would seek the girl out and have a sit down, lay out the ground rules like a responsible adult. She would apologize again for her behavior, try to make amends in some way and hopefully walk away friends. It was better than the shaking ground she found herself on now!

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Perfectly Natural, Part Two

  • Posted on March 23, 2017 at 9:03 am

By Naughty Mommy

We’ve done it. We’ve done the unthinkable. I’m naked in bed with my nine-year-old-daughter, my finger inside her virgin pussy. I fucked her and made her come. Not long before that, I held her hand on my clit, humping my little girl’s fingers until I climaxed on top of her.

I’ve just had sex with my own child, and you know what? I have no regrets at all. As I gaze at Nikki’s face and see such happiness there, see the love and gratitude in her eyes, I know for certain this can’t be wrong.

“Are you okay, honey?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah, Mom. That was awesome! Way better than when I do it myself. Can we do it some more?”

Nikki certainly shows no hesitation, not a hint of regret. And I adore her response. She wants more!

My finger is still nestled inside her warm, moist vagina, but only up to the second knuckle. I can feel her hymen blocking any further penetration. I tickle her gently within and rub my thumb in a circle around her clit.

“You want more, huh?”

She shivers, and in a quavery voice says, “Yeah, I do.”

“All right, but, um… you know, we can’t ever tell anyone about this. No one, do you understand? We have to be very careful.”

“I know.”

“I want to do this with you,” I tell my daughter. “I love it, and I love you. But some people might, well, they might disagree. They might say we’re doing something bad. It’s not bad, not at all, but still, we can’t take any chances, okay?”

“Sure okay.”

Nikki doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by my concerns. It’s almost as if she’s already thought this through and is comfortable with it, secrecy and all. I’m sure she hasn’t, of course, but I’m pleased that she evidently feels no anxiety whatsoever.

I suppose that’s because to her what she and I are doing together is perfectly natural. And she’s right, it is, I tell myself. It’s only love… sweet, sensual, caring, affectionate, passionate love between mother and daughter… what could be wrong with that?

As these thoughts go through my mind, my eyes roam over Nikki’s tender young body. God, she’s so desirable. Okay, so I do have one regret — that we didn’t do this earlier, years before.

I kiss her softly on the lips, then slowly slide down on the bed. I want to see everything.

I still haven’t taken my finger out of her. I look at my baby’s crotch. Her slender thighs are spread wide apart, making herself open for me. Her skin is smooth and soft and pink, flawless. She has no pubic hair yet. I can see a gleam of moisture around the edges of her pussy lips, and a larger droplet of milky fluid at the base of her vagina. It makes my mouth water.

All right, if she wants more, I’ll give her more. That’s what I want too!

I smile at her, and say a second time, “You want more, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” she nods.

“Good. But just one thing. If you ever don’t want something, if it’s too much or you don’t like it or whatever, just say so and we’ll stop, all right?”

“I know, Mom. But don’t worry, go ahead. I want it.”

Wow. How did I ever get so lucky? I look at Nikki’s pussy again, draw my finger out slightly. It’s shiny with her juices. The sight sends a sudden jolt my center. I squeeze my own legs together, scissoring them, stimulating my clit.

As I move in still closer, my face now only an inch or two from her sex, I whisper, “I’m going to kiss you here, okay?”

“Okay.”

Before the kiss, I inhale, closing my eyes and breathing in through my nose, taking in her scent, the delicious aroma of her sweet young pussy. Then I open my eyes again, slip my finger from her opening, and replace it with my lips. My mouth is on my daughter’s vagina. I’m kissing her there.

I feel her shiver, hear a moan, a sigh of pleasure. I slide my lips around, kissing as though I’m kissing her mouth, and then I begin to use my tongue, licking her, licking and sucking and kissing.

“Oh god, Mom!” she cries. “Mommy, Mommy, oh god!”

I don’t answer this, but instead slide my tongue up between her smooth, puffy lips, burrowing in until I find her clit. I tickle it with the tip of my tongue. Meanwhile I’ve put my finger back inside her pussy, and I’m tickling her there too.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, it’s so good!”

I’m fucking her pussy, sucking on her clit, having sex with my daughter. She moans and writhes, gyrating beneath me, lifting her pelvis, shoving herself into my mouth. Then I feel her hands on my head, grabbing, pulling me against her. She’s groaning, panting, squealing, huffing and puffing.

It appears she’s almost ready to come, much sooner than I expected. This child is extremely responsive sexually. Are all little girls like this? Maybe more moms should find out.

All this flashes through my mind in an instant as I suck and lick her clit. It’s funny the way I’m able to have an internal conversation with myself about lesbian incest while carrying on with the action at the same time. Women are amazing.

Now she’s really moving fast, humping my mouth, rubbing her clit against my tongue and lips. Nikki tastes so good, she smells so good, and she feels so good. I love the soft, hot feel of her skin. I love the excited, energetic moves of her naked body. I love all the sounds she’s making, the panting, gasping, moaning. I love my daughter so much. I love having sex with her!

Suddenly she goes stiff — I hear a loud grunt as she shivers all over, and I feel her vagina clamping down around my finger in repeated spasms — she shudders and shakes, grunting each time. My little girl is coming. She’s coming for me.

Nothing could be better than this. I’ve always enjoyed sex, ever since I learned to masturbate at age ten. I enjoyed ‘practice kissing’ with my girlfriends starting when we were around twelve, and as we got older I really enjoyed doing more than just kissing with some of those girls. Sex with boys and with men was pretty good too, with most of them anyway, although I’ve always had a preference for my own gender.

I had a few brief affairs with other women after my divorce, then nothing at all for the past few years as I concentrated on raising Nikki. Nothing but masturbation, that is, which is certainly pleasurable enough, but not like this — not nearly as pleasurable and satisfying and rewarding as sex with my own daughter.

No, I’m convinced. Nothing could be better than this.

I raise my mouth from her crotch, licking my lips, smiling as I look at her. Her eyes are tightly closed, face still pinched and reddened. She occasionally shudders with a residual spasm. I slip my finger from inside her and move up on the bed to lie beside my little girl, taking her in my arms.

I nuzzle her neck, kiss her cheek, her nose, her mouth. As her breathing gradually begins to return to normal, she sighs deeply, then turns toward me, eyes slowly opening.

“Mommy… that was…” she begins, then shuts her eyes, shuddering one more time. I hug her close, petting her hair.

She smiles at me as her big green eyes come open once again. “That was… great.”

“Mmm, I love you, baby.” I nuzzle her nose, kiss her lips.

Nikki returns the kiss, and whispers, “I love you too, Mom, so much.”

I change position, shifting on top of her, my legs between hers, my mound resting on my daughter’s. I kiss her again, then say, after a glance at the clock, “It’s getting pretty late, almost midnight. Are you feeling sleepy yet?”

She shakes her head, gives a wry grin. “Uh-uh. I’m not sleepy at all.”

Once more I kiss her, but this time using my tongue. She responds immediately, happily kissing me the same way. She wraps her arms around me, and her legs too.

As we continue kissing, I begin to move myself against her, very gently at first, only the slightest motion of my pussy lips on hers. It’s hard to believe I’m really doing this, having hot lesbian sex with my own child, but I am, and it makes me so happy. My clit is throbbing, tingling, almost singing with arousal. I press a little harder against her as my tongue plays in her mouth.

Nikki seems just as happy as me, if not more so. She’s kind of humming as we kiss while rocking her body in rhythm with my movements on top of her. It feels so incredibly good. My pussy lips are slippery and wet, as are hers. We easily slip and slide together, blending our lubrication. This is mother-daughter fucking, as natural as it can be.

I’m moving faster now, feeling that surge begin deep inside, the growing, swelling, irresistibly delicious sensation of an impending orgasm. For a moment I take my mouth away from hers, saying to Nikki, “I’m gonna come, baby… Mommy’s gonna come on top of you.”

“I know,” she pants, “and I, and I — me too!”

Oh, wow, is she really that close already? Is my little girl going to come with her mommy fucking her? I hope she will!

Nikki’s legs are wrapped around me, her ankles crossed over my hips. She’s pulling me against her while lifting her sex to meet my thrusts. We kiss again, and now we’re moaning into each other’s mouths. In fact, we’re both so excited that our kissing is sloppy, messy, lips and tongues slipping all around, saliva dripping and flying, hot breath mixing.

I’m almost there now, almost there — fucking her, fucking her, fucking my daughter — and then I hear a high-pitched squeal. Nikki suddenly tucks her chin, breaking our kiss, her eyes squeezing shut. She’s starting to come underneath me.

I fuck her harder. I want to come too, come with her, and I’m just about there. A little more, a little more, and — YES!!!

We enjoy the most wonderful thing there ever could be, mother and daughter in a simultaneous orgasm, pussy to pussy. I come harder on her than I think I’ve ever come in my whole life. It seems to last forever, going on and on, climactic pulses exploding from my center one after another, wave after wave after wave of delirious sensual ecstasy.

Dimly, somewhere in my mind, I hear Nikki crying out. She’s bucking under me, her hot little pussy slamming into mine again and again. That sound, that feeling, the delicious smells, and the knowledge of what we’re doing — all this brings yet another round of pleasure for me, another wave of orgasmic pleasure. I’m fucking my daughter, we’re fucking each other, and I have never been happier.

* * *

I’m not sure how long it lasts. I seem to have blacked out or something.

When I come to, I’m lying on top of Nikki, all my weight bearing down on her, my face buried in her neck, my breasts squished flat on her chest. I’m dripping with perspiration, so hot I’m practically steaming. My breath is coming fast, in gulps and gasps. I swallow, lick my lips, taste salty sweat from my little girl’s neck. I move slightly, and feel a gooey, sticky mess down where our pussies are kissing.

Suddenly I realize how heavy I must feel on her. I’m limp, torpid, nearly inert, but I try my best to lift my weight from her, slowly pushing myself up on my elbows.

“Are you… are you okay, sweetie?” I manage to get out.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m — I’m great.” She’s gasping too, probably trying to regain her breath after being squashed by me.

“I’m sorry if I, if I was too heavy, if I hurt you or —”

“Omigod, Mom, that was so awesome!” she interrupts. “I never knew anyone could do that, do like we did, what you did with me. That was so totally awesome!”

Any worries I may have had about hurting her are obviously unwarranted. She’s just fine, more than fine, gushing with enthusiasm, thrilled at what she and I have done together.

I roll off her, onto my side. She turns onto her side too, facing me. Her smile is huge, her eyes shining. My nine-year-old daughter is full of zeal — for sex with her mom!

“That was so great,” she says again. “I never knew anyone could do that.”

I take her face in my hands, looking into her eyes. “I love you so much, darling girl.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she whispers.

We kiss tenderly, romantically. Nikki’s lips are full and warm and soft, so welcoming. She is the perfect sexual partner for me, I realize, the one person I love more than anyone else in the world, the one person I want more than anyone else.

Again I say to myself, I only wish we’d started sooner, when she was eight years old, or seven, or… even younger? Well, anyway we should have started earlier, but that doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we’re doing this now.

We continue softly kissing as I think about these things. Then I feel her hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples. And somehow, even though it’s very late, past midnight, even though I’ve already come numerous times and really should be sated, I sense my desire beginning to build again. I’m not done yet. I want more.

It appears that she does too. Nikki is kissing me with more urgency now, using her tongue, moaning. She’s kneading my breasts, squeezing them, pulling them toward her. This gives me a naughty idea. I want to suckle her, feed my nipples to my daughter. That seems even more perverted in some way than the things we’ve already done, even nastier — and I love it.

I shift on top of her again, turning her onto her back. I’m straddling her waist, my juicy sex pressing into her tummy. I take my breasts in my hands, cupping them, plumping them for her, pinching and twisting the erect nipples.

“Baby girl,” I say, in a husky whisper, “do you want to suck Mommy’s nipples?”

Her eyes grow wide, her face bright with joy, as if it’s Christmas morning and she’s surrounded by presents. “Can I?”

“Sure, you can. I want you to. I want you to suck Mommy’s hard nipples.”

As I say this, I slowly bend down, lowering my bosom toward her. I support myself on my hands, my breasts dangling in front of my daughter’s face.

Nikki looks at them, studying my tits, my stiff brown nipples. She licks her lips. After glancing up briefly, catching my eye and smiling, she takes one breast in her hands and draws it to her mouth. She doesn’t take it all the way in at first, however, but begins by licking, as though she’s licking a lollipop or an ice cream cone.

She licks and licks, closing her eyes, sighing with pleasure. Meanwhile I’m going crazy with lust, my nipple throbbing, straining, so erect it’s almost painful. I need her to suck it!

She continues licking, just licking, her warm wet tongue running all around, circling the nipple, flicking over the tip. I’m panting with need, trembling with desire, my heart pounding, pulse racing. Does she know what she’s doing to me, how she’s driving me insane?

I shove a hand down between my legs, furiously rubbing my wet pussy, giving myself at least some of what I want. Leaning on one elbow, looking at her, watching my little girl lick my tit, I masturbate, mentally urging her to suck my goddamn nipple!

When at last Nikki does it, when she finally takes the turgid, throbbing nipple all the way into her mouth and begins to suck, I groan with relief while my body shudders with arousal. I slide two fingers inside my cunt, fucking myself while my daughter sucks my nipple.

She sucks, and it’s heaven. It’s exactly what I need. The feel of her tongue and mouth on my tit, combined with the hand working between my legs, is sheer joy.

Then I remember. I recall that when Nikki was just a baby, nursing at my breast, I often used to feel the same sort of erotic arousal that I’m feeling now. Sometimes when she and I were alone together I would rub my pussy as I fed her, though I never brought myself all the way to orgasm.

I’d set this memory aside, keeping it hidden for whatever reason, but now it returns. And now I wonder if perhaps that was when this all began, my illicit, incestuous desire for my daughter, but that it remained latent for all these years. Again, it doesn’t really matter. All that counts is that we’re doing it now. We’re having sex, we’re making love, and it’s heaven.

Nikki switches to the other breast. I hear her making little ‘nom-nom’ sounds as she sucks. She’s as happy as can be. I can also hear the wet slapping of my fingers inside my cunt, and and I can smell my sex, the hot perfume of my lust. It’s so great, everything is perfect.

She sucks, I fuck my pussy, and pretty soon I feel myself getting close. It won’t be much longer. But I don’t really want to come yet. Not like this.

I have another idea. It’s so perverted, so fucking hot — I have to do it. I remove my fingers from my cunt, dripping with my juices, and I rub them on my other breast, the one she’s not sucking. I coat the hard nipple with my lubrication.

“Mmm, baby? Just a minute,” I say to Nikki as I push myself up, removing my breast from her mouth. I want her to see what’s going on.

She frowns for an instant, disappointed at having to stop, at having the candy taken away. Then she notices what I’m doing and understands. She smiles.

“You want to taste Mommy? Taste Mommy’s pussy?” I ask in a throaty voice. I’m so turned on I can barely speak. But I manage to say, “It’s right here, on my nipple, all for you, little girl.”

I lower the gleaming, aromatic breast tip to her mouth. She giggles, then takes it in. Those ‘nom-nom’ sounds are even louder now as she sucks, savoring the taste of her mother’s cunt juice.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, that’s right,” I urge, “suck Mommy’s nipple, baby girl.”

I start to reach between my legs again to stroke myself, but as I do, I bump into another hand. I discover that Nikki is rubbing herself too. My adorable nine-year-old is playing with her pussy as she sucks my tit.

I’m overwhelmed with feeling, with emotion, suddenly so filled with happiness that tears fill my eyes. I’m choked up with both love and lust, with passion and affection. A sob escapes, and with it I feel a jolt in my center, a delicious spasm that’s not quite an orgasm, but a pre-climax. I’m right on the edge.

For perhaps half a minute longer, I let Nikki continue sucking my nipple, but then my need is just too great. I have to come. Not with my hand, though, and not with her hand either. This time I want to come on her face, in her mouth.

Without speaking — because basically I can’t at this point — I push myself up. My nipple pops from her mouth. She looks up at me, eager, open, ready for anything.

I take her face in my hands, smiling at her through tears of passionate desire. Slowly, I crawl forward. Her eyes grow big. She’s knows what’s coming. She looks up at my face, then at my cunt. She licks her lips.

“Lick me, baby, lick Mommy,” I growl as I lower my sex onto her mouth.

Still holding her head in my hands, I groan with fulfillment as I feel my little girl’s warm tongue exploring my pussy. I rock on top of her, sliding up and down, fucking her face.

So many sensations, so many feelings, all at once — lust and love, affection and desire — the pungent aroma of my dripping cunt, of my hot need for her — my intense moans of arousal, her sighs of sensual pleasure — and the sight of my daughter’s face, her beautiful face nestled between my legs, captured between my thighs, her lips on my lips, her tongue in my cunt.

I’m ready, I’m ready… I want this moment to last forever, but of course it can’t… the surge is growing, building, swelling… higher, higher, bigger and stronger… and then it boils over as I erupt in an earth-shattering orgasm.

* * *

Some time later, we’re finished. I came on her repeatedly, came again and again, fucking her mouth with my cunt, bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm, flooding my little girl’s face with my hot juices. It went on I don’t know how long — but eventually I was spent.

Now we’re lying together, side by side. She’s facing toward me, enfolded in my arms, apparently almost asleep. I notice a few strands of sticky moisture in her hair along with traces on her cheeks, though I kissed and licked most of it off.

Nikki’s small hands are on my breasts, gently holding them, and sometimes I hear a sigh, feel a soft squeeze and see her lick her lips, detect a satisfied, sleepy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Gradually her breathing slows. I pet her hair, whispering tender words, lovingly kiss her forehead. She’s drifting off. We’re done for the night.

But we’ve really only just begun. She and I have embarked on a new life together, a mother-daughter love affair, and I have a feeling it will last for a very long time.

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Masturbatory Fantasies

  • Posted on March 22, 2017 at 4:59 pm

Amanda Lynn asked…

What was your favorite thing to Jill, or Jack, off to when you were young?

I am so glad I found this website. I love all the stories, blogs, and reader comments. It is really nice to know I’m not the only person with these fantasies. Anyway, I wanted to post something to the Readers’ Forum.

Recently I commented on a question posed by Cheryl Taggert regarding how and when you first starting masturbating. In my reply I mentioned that my first truly huge orgasm came while I was reading a passage from the novel The Deep. After I posted that comment, my naughty mind got to wondering what other people thought about or looked at when they masturbated as a kid.

For me, I was a big fan of Charlie’s Angels back in 1976, and Jaclyn Smith was the most beautiful woman on TV. I would get so turned on by her, especially when she wore that bikini. I actually tore a page out of one my mother’s magazines. I think it was a perfume ad, but it had a nice close-up picture of Jaclyn.

Speaking of pictures, I also had the iconic poster of Farrah Fawcett in the red swimsuit. I wonder if those women ever thought that somewhere there might be little girls masturbating to their image…?

They were the two big ones for me, Farrah Fawcett and Jaclyn Smith, although I did have a thing for the local news anchor too, but I can’t remember her name now. Those are the only ones that really stand out in my mind — until Sandra Bullock came along, that is. And of course, there were all the teachers, bosses, and subordinates who came and went (pardon the pun) over the years, but were always off limits.

So, tell us about your favorite thing to Jill, or Jack, off to when you were young. And thanks for sharing!

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My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 2

  • Posted on March 22, 2017 at 7:20 am

By Purple Les

After I had showered and dressed, me and Sammie hung out in the living room playing a game I got for Christmas. I was glad the grownups had left me and Sammie alone. I liked just staying home with her.

We took a break from the game to go outside and work on my snowman, and we had a snowball fight. I hit her right in the butt with a couple, but she nailed me right in the head with one, and we called a truce.

When we came back in we had hot chocolate and drank it while we played the game some more. I was thinking about how I could ask her if she played with herself. I thought if she said yes I could tell her I did too, but I didn’t know what I would do if she lied to me and said she didn’t do it , when I knew she did.

I thanked her for not laughing at my chest like my Aunt Sue and Aunt Billie, and Sammie said, “That’s okay. I think I may have seen something they didn’t. Katy, why don’t you take your shirts off and let me have a closer look.”

“Um, right here in the living room?”

“Sure, no one’s going to see.”

“I don’t know, Sammie, it feels naughty, like Mom would be mad at me.”

“Katy, what’s the last thing your mom said before she left?”

“That she loved me.”

“And…?”

“That I should be good and do whatever you said.”

“That’s right, now take off your shirts for me.”

Well, this was a weird surprise for me, but I pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my shirt and undershirt. Sammie was looking at me like, well I guess like I look at her a lot of times, like kind of horny.

I pulled the shirts off over my head and there I was half naked and she moved her face closer to my chest and said, “Yeah, I think you are just starting maybe.”

Then she touched my tits. Rubbed her fingers on them real lightly and they got hard. I know they are small but they still got hard.

“Is that okay, Katy? Do you like the way it feels?”

“YEAH” I said, way too loud and excited, but my brain didn’t seem to be working right anymore.

“Katy, I was wondering how’d you feel about sitting on my lap, and if you wanted we could kiss and play with each other’s nipples. Would you like to?”

Well, I told her that would be like the coolest thing ever and asked if it would be our secret, ’cause I wouldn’t want any grownups to find out and stop us from doing sexy stuff. Then I told her I didn’t know a lot about kissing.

Sammie assured me it would be our secret and that she’d teach me all about it.

So I got on her lap and got ready to kiss her, and she laughed and said, “Don’t make a face like you just sucked a lemon, just relax.”

Then she pressed her lips against mine. We were kissing right on the mouth like in the movies.

She pulled her face away looked at my tits and touched them some more then kissed me some more. Each kiss was longer than the last, and she rubbed my tits while we kissed. I started to feel her chest too, and then she put her tongue in my mouth. She told me later it’s french kissing and if you never tried it you should, it’s real hot.

After a while I told her it wasn’t fair ’cause she was feeling my tits but I was only touching hers through her shirt. So she started to unbutton her shirt, and then she took off her bra, and it was so cool. Her boobies looked like two big scoops of vanilla ice cream with a big strawberry on each one, and when I touched them, they got hard like mine. We kissed some more and kept feeling each other’s tits.

I felt really sexy, and then without even thinking about it, I asked her if she played with herself.

“Yes, I love to masturbate. Do you do that, Katy? I mean you’re just a kid.”

I told her I had been doing it forever and even told her about that time with the 6th grade girls. She seemed to really like that part.

“Katy, how would you feel about, um, well, if we got naked and masturbated together? Would you like to?”

My answer was to kiss her some more and tell her I would like that more than anything ever.

She stood up and undid her belt and jeans and pulled down her pants and panties. She kicked them off and there she was, bare naked right in front of me, right there in the living room. Her hair down there was as red as the hair on her head, and her skin was white, and not all freckles like it is in the summer time.

She didn’t have hair around her slit, just on top,  and her pussy lips were opening up right in front of my eyes, like a flower, it was so cool.

Sammie walked across the room to make sure the front door was locked, and I wanted to jump up and kiss her behind ’cause it looked so good, but I couldn’t move, my knees felt like rubber or something.

“You’re so beautiful, Sammie!”

It was the only thing I could say as she came back to the couch. She leaned over and kissed me and said she thought I was too.

“You won’t believe this, Katy, but I have wanted to see you naked for a couple years now. That’s how hot I think you are. Now it’s your turn.”

Sammie got on her knees in front of me and undid my pants and then she helped me stand up and yanked down my jeans and long johns and panties all at the same time. She pushed me back down on the couch and pulled all my clothes, including my socks, right off and dropped them on the floor. Then put her hands on my thighs, spread my legs, and looked at my pussy.

As Sammie looked at my pussy, she looked like she was thinking a lot of things. I loved the way she was looking at me there. Then she told me to get up and pick up our clothes. I just gathered them all up in my arms in a big bundle, and Sammie told me to carry them up to my room. She said we were going to get under the covers of my bed together.

I walked up the stairs, but not very fast ’cause it was hard to see the stairs holding all the clothes, and Sammie was behind me, and when I got to the top I stopped and looked over my shoulder and she was staring at my bare ass. She smiled at me and then she gave me these little bites right on my ass, and it felt so neat I just dropped all the clothes on the floor and jumped into bed with Sammie right behind me. The sheets were cold but we got warm fast wiggling around under the covers, ending up with Sammie on her back and me on top of her, and we started kissing again.

Our tongues were going back and forth in each other’s mouths, and I was touching her tits while she was running her fingers all up and down my back and over my ass and down my legs and then back again. That felt so good!

When she ran her fingers up and down my butt crack, I moaned in her mouth. She broke the kiss and said not to pull her tits so hard ’cause they were very sensitive, and I told her I was sorry and kissed them better for her. We both liked that, or at least I know I did, and she sure seemed to.

She had me lie on my back next to her, though I was sort of lying on her too ’cause there wasn’t much room in the bed. She lifted the covers up some so we could see each other. She started to play with her pussy and told me to play with mine too. That was so cool, we were really rubbing off together.

Then she took my hand and put it on her pussy with her hand over it, and she started to move my hand on her. Then she put her other hand on my pussy and started playing with it.

Hers was so wet that my fingers just slid inside her like they knew where to go or something. Sammie put my fingers and hand where she wanted them, and got me moving my hand the way she wanted and said, “Good, yeah, keep doing that.”

Her fingers on my pussy felt so neat. No one else had ever touched me there, and it was like a million times better than touching myself.

I tried to keep my hand moving like she wanted on her pussy, but with the way she was touching me I couldn’t focus. Then I grabbed her arm and my knees came up and I said, “I love you Sammie!” and then I came so hard I couldn’t lay still. My toes went numb, and my legs stuck straight out and I turned over against her and had her hand locked between my legs. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

The next thing I knew I was lying there touching her tits and telling her how much I loved her, but I was all out of breath. She was feeling my ass and telling me how much she loved me too.

After I had sort of come back to my senses, I told her I wanted to try something I’d read about, and would she please let me. She was like, I guess so, and I told her if she didn’t like it I would stop.

Well, I got under the covers, and she held them up a little so she could see me. I was laying on my tummy between her legs, looking at and sort of touching her pussy. Just doing that made me have to rub myself against the bed some.

I had been reading a lot of stories about licking pussy, and I had even been exchanging e-mails with a couple grown up women. One of them had told me how to lick pussy. So I really wanted to try it so bad, and I really wanted to try and make Sammie come real good like I had.

I started by touching her pussy a little. Then I kissed her thighs back and forth going higher up with each kiss. Finally, I licked around her pussy lips some. There was this white stuff on them and I kept trying to lick it off but it kept coming back.

Then I found her clit and I kissed it real soft. The woman who e-mailed me how to lick pussy told me to try the ABC’s, and what that meant was to lick the clit by doing the letters of the alphabet with your tongue on it, all in capitals. So I started with ‘A’. I did each letter a few times.

Sammie said I didn’t have to do what I was doing, that I could stop if I didn’t want to keep doing it, but I told her I didn’t want to stop, that I really wanted to do this. I went back to it and was up to ‘D’ when she said, “Okay, if you really want to.” I knew then that she was really liking it.

When I got to ‘G’ she put her knees up in the air and spread her legs wider and put her hands on the back of my head.

While I was doing this I was still rubbing my pussy against the bed and Sammie said, “I love your ass, Katy. I love seeing it wiggle around.”

At ‘L’ she said, “Oh fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

At ‘P’ I stuck a finger inside her pussy, and her pussy kind of grabbed my finger as I moved it in and out, and when I got to ‘Q’ she came. She had it real hard and I was so happy I made her come.

I started on ‘R’ but she pushed my head back and told me to stop, saying it was so good she couldn’t take anymore. She had me move back up and lie on her and she kissed me more, even though she had just come on my face. She had her hands all over my ass, too. Then she calmed down and we just lay there together, saying stuff that was so silly I won’t make you sick by telling you, but it was very lovey-dovey and mushy, and even though it was so stupid we meant every word of it.

We was just lying in bed together, sort of dozing, when the phone rang. Sammie jumped out of bed and ran downstairs bare naked to answer it.

It was my mom, and Sammie yelled up the stairs, “Katy, your mom is picking up Chinese food to bring home later. She wants to know it you want your usual or something else.”

I yelled back I wanted the usual. My friend, Mary’s parents run the Chinese restaurant, even though her parents are from Vietnam, not China. Anyway, they always give Mom extra food cause me and Mary are best friends.

Sammie came back up. Getting back in bed, she said, “The grownups will be home in a couple hours so we can still rest.”

I told her I couldn’t believe she went running around the house bare naked. I said, “What if  it wasn’t my mom on the phone and she had walked in and found you naked?”

Well, I couldn’t believe what Sammie said. “So what if she had, Katy? I bet she wouldn’t mind seeing me naked. I mean she must see you naked all the time, right?”

“Well, no, we never see each other naked. I haven’t been naked in front of Mom since I was little.”

“That’s too bad ’cause you look great naked, and your mom is good looking too. I wouldn’t mind seeing her naked. Don’t you think your mom is pretty, Katy?”

“Well, yeah, but I can’t just walk up and say, ‘hey, Mom, let me see you naked,’ can I?”

“Whenever my dad is away on business we all go naked around the house,” Sammie said.

Well that bit of information just blew me away. I didn’t know if Sammie was telling me the truth or just being dirty for fun, so I asked her if that was for real.

“Katy, ever since a few years ago, when Dad isn’t home — ’cause he doesn’t like it, so it’s our secret from him — me and Mom and Penny all go around naked. It’s fun.”

“Golly, Sammie, that’s… I don’t know… so cool! I can’t believe it. I could never do that.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because if I ever saw your mom and Penny and you bare naked, I’d… well I’d have to play with myself.”

Sammie smiled at me. She put her hand over my pussy and said, “That’s okay, we do too.”

“Um, you’re just making this up to get me all horny again, aren’t you?”

Sammie just kissed me instead of saying anything, so I really wondered about it. But either way we got real horny and played with each other’s pussies till we both came again.

Then we cleaned up and got dressed ’cause the grownups would be home soon with the food.

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Two Little Girls and Their Gym Teacher, Part Two

  • Posted on March 20, 2017 at 12:58 pm

By Misty Meadow

Upstairs, Kelly takes me in her arms and kisses me, her tongue deep in my mouth. I melt, my knees feeling weak. She puts her hand down between my legs, pressing her fingers against the silk covering my cunt and rubbing up and down.

“I love the feeling of smooth silk on my cunt,” I tell her. “Let me feel yours.” I don’t wait for permission before putting my hand between her thighs and we both stand there, masturbating each other through our panties.

Then Kelly slides hers off and falls back on the bed, her legs spread invitingly. I sit beside her. “Let’s talk first,” I say. She looks disappointed for a second but then nods at me.

“You like Holly, don’t you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“What do you get up to during gym lessons?”

“The best is before and after the lesson. I watch them changing, taking off their dresses and pulling their little knickers down. Holly is the best of all because she puts on a deliberate display for me, standing naked, letting me see her cunt, until she has to put her leotard on, and then after the lesson, I always manage to be close to her when she takes it off, and Holly takes her sweet time getting dressed. She’s always last to leave the changing room and I always hope for a few seconds alone with her, but the next class always comes in before anything can happen.”

“So she does have a crush on you?”

“Yes, but don’t tell her I told you.”

Now I come to the crux of the matter. “If you were given a free hand, what would you like to do to my daughter?”

Her face shows surprise, then lights up. “I’d do anything she’d want me to, anything that would make her happy. What’s this leading to?”

“Be specific. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Well, I’d kiss her on the lips and then her nipples and then all over her body.”

“Including her cunt?”

“If she’d let me, yes. And maybe even rim her little brown rosebud.”

“Would you touch her?”

“Oh, yes, I’d caress her from head to toe and yes, I’d finger her cunt, and maybe gently probe inside. I’d be watching her reaction and if she showed any reluctance, I’d immediately back off.”

“And what would you let her do to you?”

“To me? Cuddle, kiss, squeeze my tits and nipples, finger my cunt, suck on my clit, anything at all. I’d tell her to do anything she wanted to, absolutely anything, however kinky.”

“You forgot one thing. You’d want to make her come.”

“Is she old enough?”

“I don’t know. You’ll have to find out.”

“So you’re gonna let me…”

Before she can finish, I interrupt. “There’s one condition. First you have to let me suck on your gorgeous clit and make you come.”

She holds her arms out invitingly, but I slide off the bed, kneel between her legs and pull her knickers off, burying my face in them and inhaling deeply. She puts her hands on the back of my head and pulls me into her. My lips press hard against hers then my tongue searches out her clit and fences with it for a few seconds, then I take it in my mouth and suck hard. It’s like giving a blow job to a little dick. I suck in and out rapidly and hear her start to gasp and groan and feel her hips pushing up against me. I stretch my arms up to reach her tits, fondling them and pinching her nipples tightly. Her groans become little cries, then long hard moans until suddenly she screams, thrusting her hips high and clamping her thighs round my head. I give one last long suck, knowing she’s coming, and hold it in my mouth until I feel her relax.

“Oh, Jesus fuck! Holy shit! You fucking gorgeous bitch, I’ve never come that hard before. Now let me do it to you.”

“Oh, no,” I say, wiping my wet face with the discarded panties. “Now you have to do it to Holly.”

Her flushed face lights up with joy. “Why are you doing this?”

“I want Holly to be gay. I know I don’t have any control over her sexual orientation, but it won’t hurt if she knows the delights of lesbian sex. I’m putting her in your hands. I trust you, Kelly.” I stand up. “I’m going to get her. I may be a few minutes. Leave this door open and just lie there, like that, legs nice and wide, hands behind your head, okay?”

She nods. I take a last look at her, spread-eagled on my bed, her swollen cunt lips dripping with juice. The smell of sex is overpowering. I leave and go out onto the landing.

I knock on Holly’s door. There’s a pause, then the door opens a crack and Maia pokes her head round it. “Can I come in? I need to talk to you guys.”

There’s another pause with some whispering and then she opens the door wide and I step in. Holly is lying on the bed, her panties still on, but with the bow untied and the front spread wide open. Morgan is sitting on the far side of her and Maia regains her seat on this side.

“What were you guys doing to my daughter?” I ask giving them an encouraging smile.

“They were feeling me all over,” Holly says, grinning.

“Who pulled the bow this time?”

“We both did!” crowed M & M.

“And I bet you touched her muffin, you bad, bad girls. I’m gonna have to spank you, but not tonight. Next time you come over, I’m gonna take you both over my knee, lift your dresses, pull your knickers down and spank your bare bums.” They giggle.

“Promise?” they say.

“She will,” Holly says. “She does it to me. It’s kinda fun.”

“Listen, my darling,” I say, “Kelly is on my bed waiting for you. I know you like her.”

“We all do,” says Morgan. Maia nods in agreement.

“And she likes me,” Holly says. “In the changing room when we have gym, she watches us getting dressed and undressed, so I give her a little encouragement.”

“A strip tease?”

“Sort of.”

“Of course you do. That’s who you are, you little tease.” I lean over and tie the little pink bow. “Kelly can have the pleasure of pulling it again,” I say. “Go to her, Holly. Let her be nice to you, my darling.”

She eagerly leaps off the bed and goes to the door, turns and says, “Thank you, Mom.” And then she’s gone.

I lie down in the space she vacated with the girls either side of me. “Now,” I say, “You have to do to me all the things you were doing to Holly. It’s a rule.” They giggle.

“Your knickers don’t have a bow,” Morgan observes.

“Well, you’ll just have to take them off, but first, give me your hand.” I take her wrist and guide her hand down between my legs. “See how nice and smooth the silk is. Ooh, that feels nice!”

“They’re wet,” Morgan says, lifting her hand to her face and sniffing. “And they smell of sex.”

Maia takes the opportunity to put her own hand down there and caresses me through the wet silk. Then she boldly pulls one leg of the tap pants aside and gazes at my dripping wet cunt. “You have such big floppy lips, Misty. Are our cunts gonna be like that?”

“Exactly.”

“Let’s get a look,” says Morgan, and I lift my hips as she tugs the panties down my legs, takes them off my feet and hold them up for inspection, then buries her face in them. I’m amazed that a little girl of eleven could be excited by knicker sniffing, but then again, these two little darlings seem to be quite precocious.

“Did you kiss Holly’s cunt?” I ask.

“We were going to, but you interrupted us,” says Maia.

“Did she kiss yours?”

“No,” says Morgan. “We were too busy playing with the bow and just touching her cunt with our fingers. She really liked it. We wanted to save the kissing until she got really excited so that then she’d want to kiss ours.”

“Have you two kissed each other’s muffins?”

They laugh. “Of course. That’s what all the fuss was about in the school bathroom. We were pretending to be lesbians, licking each other. It was so fun.”

“I think we are lesbians already,” says Maia. “Cunts are so exciting.”

“What about tits? D’you like my tits? They’re kinda small, but they don’t droop and I never need a bra. Look at my nipples, so nice and big. You can touch them if you like.”

In a flash, they’re all over me, caressing my breasts, squeezing them gently, sucking and nibbling on my nipples and I lie back, drowning in pleasure.

“Kelly has tits like mine,” I say. “I imagine Holly’s sucking on them right now.”

“Holly has a huge crush on Miss Lane,” Morgan announces.

“And Miss Lane has the hots for her,” says Maia. “She always watches when Holly gets changed for gym. Her eyes practically pop out of her head.”

“Does she watch you guys, too?”

“She watches everyone, but Holly’s her favorite.”

I try to picture a whole class of eleven year old girls getting undressed, sliding their little knickers down before pulling on their leotards and creating perfect camel toes. I can feel my cunt dripping.

“Now, girls, scoot down the bed and get a nice close look at my cunt, and then you can pretend I’m Holly and do whatever you like to me.”

Grinning, they reposition themselves, and then I feel little fingers touching me, exploring the folds of my cunt, parting my lips and probing inside. My excitement is building. This is the first time I’ve let my cunt be touched by a little girl since I was a teenager, and now I have two of them. My inner paedophile is raging!

“Who wants to make me come?”

“Me! Me!” they squeal.

“Maia, you go first. Touch my clit. Oh my God, you’re setting me on fire. Take it between your first finger and thumb and squeeze it. Now, kiss it! Oh, yes, do that with your tongue. Pheeew! I’m gonna explode! Put your lips round it and suck hard. Aaaagh, I’m gonna come. Oh fuck, Maia, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

My orgasm explodes, waves of delicious shock coursing through my whole body. Maia keeps her lips on my clit, still happily sucking away until I relax and lift her head from between my legs. “Oh, my sweet darling, you made me come. It was incredible. I was in heaven!”

Morgan looks on, clearly jealous that her friend is getting all the attention.

“Now it’s your turn, Morgan. I want you to see how many fingers you can get inside me, okay?” I look down to see her push two, then three fingers into me, her palm uppermost. “Curl your fingers,” I say.

She touches my G spot and I let out a gasp. I know I’m gonna come again soon. Then she pushes the little finger in alongside the others, pushing her hand in and out and rotating it. Her whole hand is dripping with my cunt juice.

“Fold your thumb into your palm and push your hand into me,” I tell her.

“My whole hand? Isn’t it gonna hurt?” One of the endearing things about little girls is that their hands are so small.

“No. Push as hard as you like. If a baby can come out of there, your hand will go in. Go on, push!” I’m so wet that no lubricant is needed. “Push harder!”

Suddenly, her little hand slides right inside me up to her wrist. She gasps with astonishment and I groan with ecstasy. “Make a fist, Morgan, oh yes, that feels so good! Pump it in and out. Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Maia’s eyes are huge as she watches her friend’s hand disappearing into my cunt, past the wrist, halfway up her arm. My orgasm builds again. “I’m gonna come, my sweet darling, keep fucking me! Don’t stop until I tell you.”

Once again, the wave of lust breaks over me, sending me into outer space, drowned in pure love for these two little angels. I let Morgan keep fist fucking me for the ten or fifteen seconds it takes for my orgasm to subside, then I tell her that it’s over, she’s sent me to heaven and now I’m exhausted.

She gently pulls her hand out with a slurping noise and looks at it with awe, then looks disbelievingly at my cunt. I lie there, my stretched cunt gaping as they stare at it and I let them look, revelling in their attention.

Morgan looks at Maia. “Wow, we both made her come! How cool it that.”

“That’s what I like about little girls, you have such small hands. Now it’s time for you girls to come. Will you do something for me? I wanna watch you lying head to toe, licking each other.”

Their faces light up and I move over to the edge of the bed to give them room. They lie end to end on their sides and lift their upper legs to provide access, then their heads are buried and I can see little tongues probing and licking, little fingers assisting and darling little cunts being assaulted and surrendering.

I prop myself up on one elbow, gazing at them, realizing that yes, I’m gay, but now I’ve become a total paedophile, that from now on I’ll always want my sex partners to be younger, certainly not older than early teens, perhaps, twelve, eleven, or even ten. How young will I go? I don’t care how young — as long as she can be sexually aroused, I wanna be the one to teach her the thrills of girl sex. Then I think of Holly.

The girls are preoccupied with each other as I slide off the bed and slip out onto the landing. I quietly open my bedroom door and peer inside. My heart misses a beat!

Holly has straddled Kelly’s head and is sitting on her face, her own body lying on that of the gym teacher, her fingers playing with her swollen cunt lips and enormous clit. From time to time, she lowers her head to lick the juice dripping down her perineum and suck on the engorged clit.

My girl looks up and sees me. I don’t see any shock or shame or embarrassment on her face, just perfect happiness. I put my finger to my lips to signal her to stay quiet and I sit on the side of the bed, careful not to transmit my presence to Kelly.

I watch for a few minutes, feeling my excitement build, until Holly sits up and grins at me. I take her wrist, carefully move her hand away from Kelly’s cunt and replace it with my own fingers. I use all my gay expertise to arouse my daughter’s lover, exploring, stroking, pinching, probing, retreating and advancing, every thing I know to stimulate her. Kelly is grunting and groaning like a porn star, but I know she’s not faking it.

Suddenly her hips thrust upwards and I take my hand away and Holly immediately takes over, rubbing her fingertip round Kelly’s huge swollen clit. Kelly lets out a long, high cry, then slumps, her body almost lifeless. Holly lifts herself off Kelly’s face and rolls sideways, then swivels round to lie beside her, her head on her chest.

“Jesus, Holly, you just made me come!” Then she opens her eyes and sees me. “How long have you been there?” she asks.

“Couple of minutes. Hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to see how Holly was getting on.”

She laughs. “Holly was getting on just fine, the little sex fiend. She can’t get enough of my cunt.”

Holly grins. “And you can’t get enough of mine. She made me come, Mom. She licked my cunt until I came, then licked it some more.” She lifts her head and looks at Kelly adoringly. “I love you,” she says. “I’m totally head over heels in love with you.”

Kelly hugs her. “And I love you too, my darling.”

“How are M & M doing?” Holly asks.

“Lying head to tail, the last time I saw them, furiously eating each other’s cunts. They’ve decided that they’re lesbians already.”

“Me, too, Mom. I’m a lesbian.” There’s a shit-eating grin on her face. “From now on, I’m gonna lick every cunt I can get my hands on.”

“Including your mom’s?” asks Kelly, archly.

Holly hesitates. I help her out. “It would be a way of showing how much you love me.”

“But I love Kelly!”

“I wouldn’t be jealous,” says Kelly. “I can’t be with you all the time, my sweet.”

I stand, then kneel back on the bed, swinging my leg over both of them, my cunt just inches from my daughter’s face. “All you have to do is say ‘no’.”

She gazes at my soaking wet cunt, inhales through her nose, then smiles at me. Her hands go on my hips and she pulls me down onto her darling angel face.

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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 79

  • Posted on March 19, 2017 at 2:52 pm

The Eighteen-and-Under Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert 

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As I continued with my studies that quarter, Lisa and I grew closer. We were each madly in love with the other, and we tried to be together as often as possible. I even asked Mom if she and I could get an apartment together, but she said I couldn’t move out until after my freshman year, which would be in June. I even asked if Lisa could move in with me, but that was out of the question because, as Mom put it, “Where would Jenna sleep?” My suggestion that the twins’ bed was big enough for three was received with a firm “no,” so I was stuck seeing my lover whenever we could get together, which was mostly on the weekends.

The second term began, though, and we managed to take a couple of classes together. Mom wondered at the wisdom of that, thinking we might spend so much time chatting with each other we would miss important stuff in the class, but it turned out okay. If nothing else, we were both good students, and our grades were very important to us. Besides, one of the classes was first aid, which would count for a phys ed credit. The other class we took together was an earth science class, which would work to satisfy one of our physical science class requirements. Neither class had a reputation of being overly difficult.

I had gotten to know Amber and Chelsea fairly well, too. It turned out Amber had a friend who was into the same things, and we were able to finally make a sort of date for the first weekend of the new term (though their parents were totally clueless about the intent). Rachel, Lisa, and I were picking them up for a “congratulatory” trip to the mall, which was to honor Amber and Chelsea for getting all A’s and B’s on their most recent report cards, a huge improvement. Their parents, of course, thought I walked on water, so whatever I wanted to do was fine with them. Little did they know what that particular'”whatever’ entailed. Then again, it was that same ‘whatever’ that had caused such a welcome change in their daughters.

Their friend Randi would be at Amber’s house, and we would all go from there to the mall, but only for about an hour. Then, we were planning to take the girls to my place, where some real fun would ensue.

After we picked up the girls, we all got acquainted. They had never met Lisa or Rachel, and none of us had met Randi. She was a cutie, with blond hair down to her shoulder blades, parted in the middle. She wore her hair in twin pony tails, with a yellow ribbon tied around each near her scalp. I had always called that style ‘puppy ears’ and it was one of my favorites. Randi’s smile was bright enough to light a room, and sweet enough to melt my heart. Her face was a canvas of dim freckles, barely noticeable except in bright sunlight. I thought she was about the sexiest little girl I’d seen in quite a while.

Rachel was anxious for today as well. She and I had never done anything beyond kissing and some groping of each other’s boobs the first time I had gone to Lisa’s for dinner. Beyond that, we’d made eyes at each other, but that was all.

We had pulled onto the freeway when I looked into the rear-view mirror and said, “Chelsea, why don’t you and Amber show us what we’re all in for?”

Chelsea grinned and looked at Amber, who nodded agreement. They moved toward each other and started making out, tongues and lips exploring. Their breathing increased immediately from the sudden stimulation of their kisses and the fact we were all watching them. No doubt they’d already gotten turned on from the anticipation. I could not see their laps, but I could tell where their hands were placed. It was obvious to me they were rubbing each other’s pussy, not hard, just enough to feel good.

“Oh! My! God!” Rachel breathed. I glanced toward Lisa, who was in the front bucket seat of the van with me and looking over the seat at the two girls seated together and making out. Her mouth was hanging open in amazement. I noticed her own hand was busy as well, but like the girls behind her, she wasn’t trying to come, just keeping her pussy on simmer.

Rachel was in the very back seat of the van and was leaning over the back of the middle seat where the three young girls were seated. Her face was a picture of nearly uncontrolled lust. Randi was sitting beside Chelsea and looked to be waiting her turn. Sure enough, Chelsea disengaged from Amber and turned to Randi, kissing her in the same manner. Her right hand left Amber’s pussy, and her left moved to Randi’s. Amber continued rubbing Chelsea’s mound through her shorts. Later, I was to find out that none of the young girls had worn panties.

Lisa, unbuckling her seat belt, moved quickly over the center console and scrambled to the back seat to join her sister. I realized how dangerous all this was. I was having a difficult time concentrating on my driving. I saw an exit I recognized and took it. The mall would have to wait. There was a park just off the exit, and I drove to the parking area and pulled into a spot far from any other vehicles.

Once I’d turned off the engine and turned around to take in the scene in my mom’s van, I was greeted by a lovely sight.

Lisa was in a position to allow her to shove fingers into Rachel’s pussy, as Rachel was nearly draped over the seat back in front of her, providing access to Amber’s mouth as the two made out. When I had moved to where I could see everyone better, I saw that Rachel’s shorts and panties were around her lower thighs.

The little demonstration I had put into motion had turned into an all-out orgy. I glanced through the tinted windows to make sure nobody was approaching the van and knelt on the floor in front of Randi. Chelsea’s hand was now inside the girl’s shorts, feeling the girl’s tender mound of flesh.

Reaching for the elastic hem of Randi’s cotton shorts, I grasped and pulled. Randi, feeling what I was doing, raised her hips slightly to allow me to pull her shorts down. That’s when I discovered she had no panties on.

“Holy fuck, girl. You’re not wearing panties,” I said.

Chelsea disengaged from Randi, said, “None of us are!” giggled, probably at the look on my face, and returned to making out with her sexy friend.

I reached over and pushed Chelsea’s leg hem to the side and found she was telling the truth. I could see her bald pussy through the widened leg hole.

I pulled Randi’s shorts off, spread her thighs, and kissed my way up her legs, intent on tasting the delicious slit. Chelsea’s hand remained there until my mouth arrived. At that point, she spread her fingers in a wide V, opening the girl’s labia to allow easier access to her clit, which now protruded from beneath its fold of skin like a tiny plant emerging from the ground.

I pressed my lips against her young cunt and lapped my tongue between the folds of her inner labia, swiping across the sensitive clit and causing little Randi to jerk her hips slightly in appreciation of the wonderful feelings my tongue was providing.

She was delicious, as I knew she would be. What juices she produced were tangy and salty, with a hint of pee. It wasn’t that I loved the taste of pee, but for some reason I loved the slight taste, especially in a young girl. It made me think of them wiping themselves, but not getting all the moisture, which of course never happens anyway.

Soon, Randi was humping her pussy into my face, obviously wanting to come against my lips and tongue. Her small, gasping sounds, a rhythmic “uhn…uhn,” echoed in the cab of the van.

I became aware of other sounds as well. I could hear Rachel approaching her own orgasm as Lisa did whatever she was now doing to her. Amber was nearly screaming, and I wondered if she had already reached her peak. I glanced at her and saw that Chelsea had moved back to Amber and was now kneeling in front of her and more or less imitating me.

While still licking Randi, I reached over and began to play with Chelsea’s pussy, which was very wet for a ten-year-old’s cunt. I located her clit and pinched and rubbed it. This sent Chelsea into orbit. She squealed into Amber’s pussy, which either took Amber for another journey on the orgasm express, or pushed her over the edge for the first time. I never was sure.

Randi, hearing her friends coming, joined them, pushing her hips up and jamming her hairless pussy against my mouth as she rode the climax to its finish. I watched while Lisa brought Rachel off with her mouth, devouring her sister’s pussy from behind. I figured Rachel’s butthole was wet from her sister’s saliva as well since I knew my lover enjoyed toying with my rosebud with her tongue, so of course she would do the same with her sister and lifelong lover.

That left Lisa and me as the only ones who hadn’t come yet. I debated getting her into a sixty-nine in the van but decided it would be better if we waited. The van was spacious, but not that spacious.

Leaning back from Randi’s pussy, I started trying to catch my breath when I was interrupted by Randi, who more or less attacked me to kiss and lick her juices off my face. She obviously loved her own flavor because she relished what she was doing. Among other things, she took my lower lip into her mouth and sucked it clean and licked my chin.

I quickly realized that Randi was one horny little girl. She loved the taste of pussy… anyone’s pussy.

When I managed to get everyone to calm down a little bit, I returned to the driver’s seat. Lisa came back up front to sit with me, and Amber moved to the back seat with Rachel to ‘keep her company,’ which basically entailed some kissing and touching, but nothing more for the remainder of the ride.

We went to the mall, spent time there, and were finally on our way to my house. When we got there, I told everyone that the house was empty since my entire family had gone up into the mountains near Los Angeles for the day.

So when I opened my bedroom door, I was shocked to see Jenna and the twins there. Well, they weren’t just there, they were naked on the bed I shared with Jenna, and they were in the middle of having sex with each other. I was unhappy about this at first, but then I realized that Lisa had been right. When I had suggested her first sleepover might turn into a full-family orgy, she had said, “The more, the merrier.” Adding a fifteen-year-old and a pair of gorgeous eleven-year-old Colombian girls would mean only more fun for everyone.

So there we were, two eighteen-year-olds, a sixteen-year-old, a fifteen-year-old, eleven-year-old twins, and three ten-year-olds. We were all surely going to visit a form of heaven that day.

We stood there and watched my sisters at first, mesmerized by the intensity of their lovemaking. Jenna was on her back, with Sophia squatting on her face, and Sonia was between Jenna’s legs, munching on her pubes and licking her slit with obvious glee.

“Who are they?” Chelsea asked.

“Those are my sisters,” I said.

“All three of them?” Amber wanted to know.

“Yep. Am I lucky, or what?”

Chelsea and Amber giggled, and Randi said, “If you have them, why do you want us?”

I looked at her and realized she was serious. She had a problem with self-image. She really wanted to know why I would have sex with them if I had the three on the bed anytime I wanted them, as if somehow she wasn’t worthy of my attentions.

I took her by the shoulders and made her face me, saying, “Because you are one of the cutest, loveliest girls I think I’ve ever seen.”

She grinned at me, and I knew she was quickly developing a crush on me. I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue exploring her mouth while hers explored mine.

Then Rachel was beside me. “Hey, share the wealth. You already had fun with Randi in the van.”

I looked into Randi’s eyes, leaned to her ear, and whispered, “Go to Rachel, get on your knees, yank her shorts and panties down, then bury your face in her pussy.” She leaned back, grinning mischievously.

Stepping over to Rachel, she did as I asked. Rachel, meanwhile, stood numbly staring at the sexy ten-year-old as she began to lick her.

I stepped behind Randi. “Hands up,” I said. She raised her arms and I pulled her top off. She got the hint and stood enough to allow me to pull her shorts off as well. Then she returned to her feast.

I reached to grasp the hem of Rachel’s shirt. She raised her hands and I removed it, pulling her long hair into a mess on top of her head as I did. She was braless, and I leaned over to get my first taste of her already puckered nipples. I felt her gasp slightly at the sudden contact. Lisa had told me that Rachel had some of the most sensitive nipples ever. She could nearly come just from having them licked, sucked, and nibbled.

Movement from the other girls caused me to glance their way. Chelsea and Amber were removing Lisa’s clothes, having already stripped themselves. I quickly realized I was the only one still dressed, so I stood back from Randi and Rachel to pull off my own clothes. When I was naked, I glanced at the girls on the bed. Sonia was still licking Jenna, and her bare butt was waving in the air, inviting my attentions without being aware of it.

Moving to the bed, I clambered up behind my little sister and leaned down to her pussy, which had quite a bit of wetness developing. Placing my lips on her soft mound, I began tonguing her, savoring the wet taste that bathed the insides of my mouth. An “mmmph” came from Sonia as she licked Jenna, indicating her pleasure that I was now licking her wet slit.

I heard Lisa say, “Come on,” and looked their way. She was herding everyone to the other bed, including Rachel and Randi. I knew I couldn’t abandon my baby sister yet, but as soon as she came, I was going to join the others. I figured we only had another hour or two before I’d have to take them all home, and I wanted to make the best of it.

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How My Niece Juli Came To Be My Vixen, Chapter 7

  • Posted on March 18, 2017 at 3:58 pm

By Openmindedwoman

The week at school dragged by for both Amy and Juli as they anticipated going to my lake cabin for a “girls’ club” weekend. Amy confirmed that Tracy’s mom had said it would be fine, and that Tracy had been super excited to be asked.

I sat in Anita’s kitchen with a list of items on the table in front of me, feeling as though our plans were well in place. We were chatting about Tracy a little, and how that might go down, when we heard the scurry of feet on the side porch and the door burst open.

Amy rushed in and threw her backpack onto a kitchen chair, then from behind wrapped her arms around her mom as she stood at the sink preparing dinner. Juli followed and plopped herself in my lap, facing me, legs spread around my thighs and an impish grin on her face.

I saw Amy let her hands sneak up to find that her mom wasn’t wearing a bra under the long silky robe she had on. Anita lifted her arms slightly to let her daughter have the access they both wanted. Then she turned and leaned down to give her energetic daughter a quick kiss on the lips, followed by a quick kiss on the nose, followed by a lingering open mouth kiss. When Amy captured her mom’s bottom lip and sucked it in, tongue washing over it, and continued to palm the luscious full tits that hung and felt so good beneath the smooth fabric, Anita grinned and pulled back a bit.

“Something special on your mind today, lil princess? You seem to be…. ummmm… especially frisky, and you know you make Mommy feel that way, don’t you!?”

“Well, Mom, we have, like, something to tell you about today, don’t we, Juli?” Amy’s excitement was almost over the top, and Anita leaned back against the sink, hands on her daughter’s shoulders, snuggling her little bottom into her legs.

Juli jumped down from my lap, then pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist, turning so both of us could see the tight little pair of light blue panties that rode very snugly against her mound.

“Whooahh, sweetheart,” I said, “Those don’t exactly look like ones I’ve seen you wearing before.”

“Maybe you have seen these, though,” Anita giggled, stepping away from her mom and unzipping her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and proudly displaying a pair of undies that I recognized as belonging to my niece. “These are Julie’s, and the ones she’s wearing belong to Tracy.” Amy turned again to face her mom. “Tracy’s wearing mine!”

I felt a surge of naughty warmth flow through me as Amy spoke, and I noticed Anita casually strumming her nipples. “So tell us, you two young foxes, just how this came to be,” she said.

“Okay,” Amy began, “yeah, those blue ones are Tracy’s panties. She wore mine most of the day, and I got to wear Juli’s this afternoon. Tracy came up to me right away this morning and said how cool it was that she was going to get to go along to the lake cabin, and be part of an all-girl weekend. Yeah, sort of a girls’ club, I said back to her, and then she said, so when are you gonna let me wear your panties like Juli does?”

I about croaked right there, but Juli put her hand on my arm and said with a smile, “It’s okay… let her explain.”

Amy continued, “Apparently Tracy’s been watching Juli and me around school for a while now. We have to be a little more careful, I guess, like with how we look at each other or maybe reach out to touch or something, I dunno. But, um, a few days ago when we were walking home we stopped off the trail in the park and kissed for a little bit, and then Juli showed me the sexy boy-shorts panties her Aunt Leslie had bought for her…” Amy blushed and giggled, reaching over to lightly punch Juli on the arm “…well, I asked if I could wear them until the next day, just because they had been on her, covering that beautiful pussy of hers I love so much. So, anyway, Tracy told me that she followed us, and she saw what we were doing… AND she said she has been thinking about ME that way for a long time, and she masturbates thinking about ME, and now she does it thinking about JULI, too!”

Juli took over the story. “So, this morning Amy grabbed me in the hall between classes and said, ‘Meet me in the bathroom by the Science hall before lunch. I have something for you!’ Of course, I showed up, and just hung out, checking myself out in the mirror as other girls came and went. It got closer to class time, but finally Amy came in and said, ‘Here, take these and give me yours.’

“She pushed me toward a stall and went into the next one. She reached down under the divider, and I gave her the pink ones she has on now. As we left I told her the ones she gave me are pretty small and how tight up against me they fit, but she just grinned and said that’s because Tracy is pretty small and she would have to tell me the rest after school. Aunt Leslie, oh my god you have no idea how it felt with the thought of Tracy’s panties pulled up into my pussy all afternoon. Every time I moved I wanted to reach down and play!”

My thoughts moved rapidly through this new information, and I felt my heartbeat increase a little. I turned to Amy and asked, “Did Tracy say she has been with another girl, like, I mean, the way you and Juli are?”

“I asked her that, and she just said she would have to tell me later,” Amy replied. “But it wasn’t like, no way. Maybe she has more to tell us!”

“Tell me a little bit more about Tracy,” I inquired of both girls. “I’ve heard about her, but haven’t met her.”

“She’s Vietnamese, isn’t she, Amy?” said Anita.

“Yes, Mom, her family is, and really, she’s pretty, don’t you think?”

Anita nodded, and went on to tell me about the girl’s light brown unflawed skin, her short coal black hair and large dark eyes. As she was speaking, she turned Amy’s back to her again, reaching around to unbutton her blouse and cup her daughter’s growing tits through her bra. She explained that Tracy was slimmer, smaller all around, and smaller busted than either Amy or Juli.

But then she said, “Ahhh, Amy, there might be a hitch in the plan. Tracy’s mom called today and said that she is going to have to be out of town for the weekend herself, and would it be all right if Tracy’s sister came along on our adventure. I didn’t really have an excuse for saying no, so I’m afraid we might not be able to be as open as we had hoped, with some things.”

Thoughtfully and slowly Amy replied, “Ummmm… that might not be such a problem,  Mom.”

She leaned forward enough for her mom to unfasten the clasp on her bra, then continued, “Tracy told me that Kim-Ly is one of those younger sisters who thinks she should be able to do everything the older one does, you know, and she has been at those sleepovers that Tracy first told me about when she started asking questions. There were some ‘games’ being played, with some dares and some kissing and some stripping off of clothes going on at some of them. And since Tracy and Kim-Ly share a bedroom, there was lots of time to talk about the things that happened and how they felt about it. Tracy told me she’s sure she’s heard her sister touching herself during the night, and that she hasn’t tried very hard to hide it when she masturbates in her own bed. So you never know.”

Juli had noticed that her friend was being undressed in front of her as she spoke, and not to be left behind, had stripped off her own top, leaving herself in a filmy bra and those tight blue panties. She stepped over to me and turned so that I could free her delightful firm young titties as well. I unhooked her bra.

“That sounds wonderfully promising, darling,” Anita replied. “We’ll just have to see how it plays out. So, Amy? Are you ready for a snack and homework now, or is something else still on your mind?”

“Oh, I’m ready for a snack, all right, Mommy,” giggled the nearly naked 13-year-old as she flipped around and used both hands to fondle her mother’s breasts beneath the thin robe. “Don’t I usually get some nice warm milk after school?”

“Yes, you sure do,” Anita purred, “but all this suggestive talk has me feeling a little like the kitchen isn’t the place.”

Leading us to the living room, Anita sat on one end of the couch, leaving room for her beautiful young daughter to lie down with her head in her mom’s lap. She had unzipped her robe to the waist and folded it to the side, allowing her very full woman tits to hang ready.

I sat across from them, just in panties myself, having shed the rest of my clothes as we left the kitchen. This was the same loveseat where Juli and I first came to know how deeply Amy and her mother loved each other, and how erotic their way of pleasuring each other was for us to watch, to mimic, and to join in when the right time came.

Juli curled up with her head in my lap, on her side, facing me. “But you can’t see, sweetheart,” I whispered to her.

“I can see everything I want to see for right now, Aunt Leslie,” she giggled, nuzzling between my swaying tits and licking my skin, on the insides of each heavy tit, and then around to the hardening nipples. “Besides, I can hear what’s going on, all of it.”

I watched as Anita leaned down enough to let her nipple brush her daughter’s lips, and saw the young girl open her mouth, pulling like a hungry kitten on the rigid teat.

“Yes, baby girl, take all you want from Mommy. Pull my nipples into your sweet mouth, darling, use your tongue like you know how.” One of Anita’s hands went to her daughter’s flat tummy, and then crept under the panties to find Amy’s already slick puffy bare girl lips. Anita had pulled her robe up to her waist when she sat down, and now her other hand went to her own shaved smooth labia, parting them, two digits sliding back and forth between them, into her hot channel, then using the slippery coating to find the tip of her clit, flicking it, then repeating the lewd spectacle for my benefit. Her eyes smiled at mine, connecting, knowing the effect that her exposure, her naughty play, and her words were having on me.

“Let’s get those panties good and soaked for when you give them back to Juli.” Anita winked at me, as she reached down to palm her daughter’s smooth mons over the thin pink covering.

Amy dropped one foot to the floor while parting her legs. This turned her hips slightly toward us, both giving her mother the access she desired and giving me a better view.

“Yes, good and soaked, baby girl,” Anita continued as she circled the heel of her hand against the girl’s mound. “Let me feel how wet and slippery my darling can make them.”

Anita curled her fingers and slid them further down, pressing firmly against the puffy lips beneath the fabric. Then her hand drew upwards again, and back down, fingers running the full length of Amy’s tender pussy, massaging it, pressing in, urging the juices forward.

Amy responded with little throaty gurgles around her mother’s leaking teat, and with eager upward movements of her pelvis.

I pulled Juli into a sitting position on my lap, with her back to me, her legs spread open over my thighs. “You have to see this, honey,” I croaked. “Anita is lactating so much, so much. You have to see how your girlfriend is drinking it, how she’s going to come, see how your girlfriend’s mother is going to come, see how they love to show us everything.”

As I said this, I slid one hand around to fondle the girl’s long firm pointed nipples, and the other hand down over the tight panties she still had on, finding the already wet gusset pulled tightly against her labia. “And we have to get these filled with your pussy juices too, for when you give them back to Tracy.”

I felt Juli nod and shiver at my words, and at the erotic sight before her.

Anita smiled at us, eyes moving from my face down to Juli’s spread legs. My hand eased up to Juli’s bare tummy, giving Anita the view I knew she wanted, then back down until my fingers probed her wet slippery lips, pressing firmly, actually pushing the fabric partway inside my darling niece. Juli lifted her hips enough to let even more of the thin material loosen.

“Fucckkk yes, Aunt Leslie, put them right inside me… fill my pussy with Tracy’s panties…”

My sweetheart’s ohhh so naughty mouth started to run as I pressed, and she spread, and I pressed, rubbing the panties as deep as I could. Juli’s own small hand pressed on the back of mine, urging me on. It only served to make us all feel the high, to hear those wicked words come from such a lovely little girl.

“Do it to me, too, Mommy… push Juli’s inside me…” Amy’s answering plea was colored with the lust in her voice, and we could see the increased pressure as Anita’s fingers probed harder, pushing, folding the panties toward the center, and even with the restricted view we had it was clear that Juli’s pink panties were tucked firmly between Amy’s young pussy lips, and her mother’s fingers were partly buried there as well.

“Ohhhh, wow Mom this won’t take lonnggg.” Amy begged. “It tastes sooo good, and it feels so good.” Her little hips bucked against her mother’s fingers and her knees flopped open wider. Some of the milk from Anita’s dripping nipple slid down Amy’s cheek as she suckled.

We watched, with Juli slumping against me, and with Anita’s eyes roaming from my eyes to my sweet niece’s body, her legs spread wide.

Then we heard Anita groan, “Bite them a little, sweetheart… ahhhhhh… pull hard… ohhhh… baby, baby, yessssss!!”

I felt a larger shudder from Juli, so I plucked the slippery panties from inside her and slid two fingers into her slippery girl pussy, curling them, finding the sensitive spot on the upper inside of her tight tunnel, moving my fingertips back and forth, while nuzzling and licking her ear and tugging at her nipples as she watched the pair just across from us. Suddenly Juli shook and squealed. I knew it was time, and pushed against her clit as best I could with my palm, holding my darling girl tight as the climax overwhelmed her.

Anita’s hand was moving in a blur on her own pussy, her other hand moving just as rapidly under the panties Amy wore — and then the two of them reached orgasm together, each in their own clouds of neverland, but at the same time each feeling the love and warmth that so bound them as mother and daughter — close skin contact, not letting go, pulling in for long hugs, and breathing room, and coming down slowly.

Juli panted in my arms as I nuzzled her cheek, kissing her, whispering my love.

We saw Anita retrieve her fingers from inside the soaked panties Amy wore, licking them first, then offering them to Amy for her own tasting. Amy licked, giggled, deposited a healthy gift of saliva for her mom, and smiled as she watched Anita’s tongue capture it before it could slide away.

“You are such a foxy girl now, aren’t you, with that wetness from your mouth thing!” Anita grinned as she rubbed noses with her daughter and received a quick lick on her own in return. “Did Juli teach you about that kind of sharing? We saw you doing something a little goofy like that outside the sliding glass doors in the den the other day, didn’t we?”

“Wellllll… yeah, it’s sort of a little thingy we do I guess,” Amy answered. “After all, special best friends forever have to have something they do that’s just for them, don’t they?”

“Yupee… of course they do,” Anita replied, “and I think there might be a number of those kinds of things that could be part of a VERY special girls’ club coming up this weekend, don’t you? Maybe you and that crazy sweet Juli can think up some.”

“I bet we can, Aunt Leslie,” Juli laughed, turning to give me a full sloppy kiss and young girl hug. “I bet we can.”

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A Young Desert Rose, Chapter 5

  • Posted on March 17, 2017 at 12:49 pm

By Sunnybunny

Heather watched the way Angie had left, apprehensively holding her breath, as if she anticipated the girl might come rushing back through the door for a sneak attack embrace. Later, she would wonder if she was imagining those things in hope or fear. She shook her head again, scattering the images and returning to the matter at hand. After all, it was looking as though she could be stranded for the foreseeable future.

The tower of baggage teetered in the corner, threatening to topple again and scatter the contents all over the carpeted floor. Best to put things away and keep herself distracted enough to focus on what needed to be done. She retrieved the first bag from the pile and tossed it open onto the bed, finding a mess of shirts within, most of them left unfolded.

In her haste to leave an old, unsatisfying life behind, she had neglected proper organization. Her mind flashed back to that night, a flurry of images of her old bedroom, tearing out the drawers from the dresser and upending them over open suitcases. In stark contrast, she scooped up the clothes and refolded them into a neat stack and stowed them away in the bottom drawer of the wide dresser against the wall. The mundane activity calmed her. Next came the jeans, organized from darkest colors to lightest, putting them away as well. She made a mental note to ask Walter for more hangers. The complementary three wire ones that had likely been there since the President Kennedy assassination were already occupied by her jacket and a few of her more extravagant outfits that she did not want wrinkled — any more than they already were.

“Knock-knock!”

Speak of the devil…

“Sorry, that took so long!” Walter announced in his booming, jovial thunderclap of a voice. “I was in the kitchen and got so wound up-hey, where did Angie get to?” He stole a glance around the room, blinking in surprise before turning his perplexed eye to Heather who shrugged.

“Sorry, but you just missed her.”

He chuckled at that, surprising Heather a little with his reaction after having been ditched by Angie after he had worked so hard to prepare an entirely separate meal. “Don’t that beat all!” he said, chuckling so hard the tray was rattling in his hands. “Told ya, you got to watch out for that one!”

“You… aren’t mad?”

“Naw,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “She’s just a young’un. Always running here or there after something! You know how kids are, can’t hold it against them.” He eased the tray onto the dresser, opening the two silver lids to reveal the meals. As in the movies, wisps of steam billowed out, and the room was alive with the fresh aroma. Suddenly, Heather remembered her appetite and was ravenous. How long had it been since she had enjoyed a home cooked meal? How long since she enjoyed a meal that hadn’t come prepackaged from a gas station, period? “Hope you’re hungry!”

Heather nodded her head, scooping up the plate of eggs and the offered fork and took a seat on the bed. Her belly cried out for nourishment and she happily obliged. After all, she thought, the only thing I’ve had to eat in the last day or so is an ice cream bar!

Walter was clearly in no hurry, folding his wide, hairy arms beneath the swell of his man-breasts and leaning heavily against the wall. “How long you in town for?” he asked, but there was nothing suspicious in his voice.  More of that small town hospitality that Heather would have to get used to if she would be staying. Still, the idea nearly made the morsel of egg catch in her throat. She swallowed a gulp of orange juice to help it along before replying.

“I’m not really sure yet,” She replied honestly. Suddenly my financial stability has been brought into question was what she thought …but she didn’t say that. Instead, she went on, “Know anywhere here that could hook me up with a job?”

Walter lifted his eyes to the ceiling for a moment, giving the question some mulling over. “Well, might be,” he thought aloud. “I would offer you a place here but, as you can see….” He gestured a hand behind him, through the open door at the empty parking lot. “We’re not exactly bustin’ with business here.”

She smiled politely to hide her annoyance. “Anywhere else?”

“Always needing help at the local ranches,” he offered. “But that’s pretty hard labor out there, herdin’ livestock and you spend most of your day on the back of a horse. I could make a few phone calls if you want.”

Heather shook her head, hiding her frown in another few bites of eggs and drinks of juice. The theft had left her in a precarious position and though she had some other cash in the wallet in her purse, it wouldn’t last long, even here with the dirt cheap rent on the room. No, she would need to get a job, make nice with the locals until she found the money or figured out her next move. Her blood was boiling now, having settled back over the missing money (HER money), and Walter was not helping matters.

“Sorry, I ain’t being much help,” he murmured, perhaps sensing her growing displeasure. He looked down at the tips of his boots, grimacing with the effort of trying to think and be more helpful.

“Anything that doesn’t require me to get off work stinking of horses and cow pies?” She asked, trying to pass off her barbed comment as a playful jest.

“Angie’s daddy owns that garage out on main street,” he nodded his head to the far wall and stupidly Heather turned around to look at it. “He might could use a hand around or…” His face lit up and he slapped himself on the forehead. He bent forward at the waist and swept off his hat, revealing male pattern baldness. She wondered for a terrifying moment if this bow would end with a kiss to the back of her hand, making Heather’s skin crawl. “Kick me!” he laughed. “Kick me hard!”

“…Excuse me?”

“The diner!” he announced proudly, standing up straight and slapping his hat back into place. “You should ask old Mama Maven at the diner, just across the street there! Might could use a good waitress around. Shoot, she’s been runnin’ that whole joint for a dog’s age all by her lonesome! Bet she could use an extra pair of hands around.”

Internally, Heather grumbled. Was this what life was throwing her? A roadside diner waitress as a consolation prize? Her entire life, the daring escape, all funneling down to …this?

“Thanks, I’ll …look into that.”

Walter grinned all the wider, showing off every one of his yellowed teeth. “My pleasure! You just tell old Maven that I sent ya. If she can’t find something for you, I don’t know who can!”

Heather finished her plate in silence, dabbing the grease with a bit of toast before stacking it all back onto the breakfast tray. “Thank you,” she said, sincerely. “That was very nice of you to do.”

The big man blushed hard at that, shuffling around in his boots before busily taking up the tray, Heather’s empty plate, and Angie’s ignored one. “Don’t mention it,” he replied quietly, obviously flustered from the compliment and proximity. Heather wondered if the poor old guy was a virgin. It seemed likely. From what she had seen of Oasis, it wasn’t exactly a bustling community.

The air outside was considerably warmer now that the sun had risen but not so much to make it unbearable. Heather was careful to latch both locks adorning the front of her hotel room’s door and gave the knob a test pull for good measure. The last thing she needed was for more of her meager belongings to go missing. She had finished unpacking in Walter’s absence, thankful to be out from beneath his overeager gaze. Not that she did not trust the man, he was harmless, but he reminded her of an overly excited mongrel pup: amusing but quickly exhausting. Besides, how could she possible consider her predicament while prying eyes lingered?

The idea of finding a job had been a spur of the moment thought, something that would have normally come to mind and vanished just as quickly, dismissed. Yet now, staring down the barrel of nowhere near enough money to get to her destination, let alone funds to set herself up once she got there, her options were uncomfortably narrow. She felt caged, like a tigress that lived its whole life in the wild but was now in captivity, and her zookeeper was a middle-aged Mister Rogers with a beer belly.

The diner, much like the motel, was call simply that. No fancy or puny marquee to promote the establishment. When people spoke about it, it was simply ‘the diner,’ and everyone knew what they meant. It was more than a local eatery. More than just the local watering hole, the diner was a hub to fill up on coffee and gossip and in little towns, the latter was never in short supply. Likely, it was the only thing they had a surplus of, Heather mused as she crossed the road.

The diner was a T-shaped one story, looking like one of the sets from some old John Wayne flick had been renovated and converted into a place to get burgers. For all she knew, it was.

Further down the road, Heather spied the garage, the one owned by Angie’s father, and it looked just as deserted as it had when she arrived. The shutter doors were still wide open and the car was still raised up to the ceiling. A tumbleweed had caught itself between the stripped gas pumps, rustling in the breeze. She half expected Angie to be there, as if the girl was just waiting for Heather to appear so she could offer her hand in a friendly wave, but no…the child was nowhere to be seen. Heather breathed a sigh of relief to quell the feelings of disappointment as she climbed the narrow steps and pushed open the diner door.

Inside was refreshingly cool. A wall unit air conditioner hummed from a nearby window, accompanied by the lazy swirl of an overhead ceiling fan. It was more spacious than she anticipated. Outside, the building looked pretty modest but the interior was fashioned after an old 50’s sock hop, complete with stand-up jukebox in the corner. Upon closer inspection the jukebox was in a state of disrepair, and a thin layer of white dust told her it had been that way for some time. The front cabinet was unlocked and swung open with a slight prod from her fingers, revealing the silver guts of a mechanical interior. To her delight, the cluster of records available were era appropriate: Elvis Presley, The Drifters, The Coasters, Buddy Holly and the Crickets were on all on deck and ready to bat.

She moved away, passing a row of booths up to the bar where a soda jerk should have been poised to mix her up a chocolate soda. Instead, she found a bent back old crone of a black woman, hunkered down below the counter. Their eyes met, startling one another to cry out.

“Oh!”

“Whoa!”

The woman pressed a withered, brown hand to the small of her back and stood up to her full five feet of height. “Yes? Hello? What can I get you?” Her tone was polite but delayed in shaking off the surprise.

“Sorry,” Heather replied with a nod. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was hoping you could help me. Are you Mama– I mean, Mrs. Maven?”

The woman frowned and cupped a hand over her cauliflower ear. “What’s that, Missy? Beggin’ your pardon, but the hearing went ‘round the same time as the eyes and this hearin’ aid don’t aid me much these days!” Heather spied a wad of worn, discolored plastic crammed into the hollow of one side of her head. Maven twisted it around a bit, scrunching her face up before asking again. “Now then, what did you order?”

“I didn’t order anything,” Heather said. “I came to ask about you a question, if you have time.”

“If I have them?” Maven echoed loudly. “If I have what, dearie?” Maven adjusted her lenses, thick as coke bottles and just as green.

“A question!” Heather raised her voice, her own strict upbringing making yelling at her nearly impossible. “I wanted to know if you need a hand!”

“No, no,” Maven replied firmly, shaking her iron-grey head, making Heather’s heart sink. “Everything here is made fresh, nothin’ canned!”

Heather sighed heavily, trying to quell her growing frustration and laid her hands flat on the counter top. “No,” she enunciated loudly, clearly. “I. Want. A. JOOOOOOB. I. Am. Looking. For. A. JOB.”

Realization dawned on Maven and she raised her chin, mouth forming a little ‘o’. “Well, why didn’t you say so!” she hollered. “You should check with old Walter Gates, just across the way there! Poor old man has to manage that whole place all by his-self! I’m sure a sturdy pair of hands will be just what the doctor ordered! Just tell him Mama Maven sent you!”

Heather had to work hard to keep from balling her hands up into fists. “I. Came. From. There. Walter. Told. Me. To. Ask. YOU! For. A. JOB!” Heather pointed a finger at Maven’s ample chest.

Maven blinked. “He did? Why, bless his heart! Yeah, I suppose I could use someone to help here but I warn you, it don’t pay all that much. I really only need part-time help with the breakfast and lunch rushes but it’ll put some money in your pocket.”

Heather nodded. “That sounds okay. Um, do you have an application? Oh, Do. You. Have. An. Application?”

Maven blinked at her again in confusion and she nearly repeated herself. “Shoot, no! I don’t need to see no resumé neither!” She laughed at that, a great throaty bark of a lifelong smoker that Heather couldn’t help but smile about. “I’ll pay you under the table at the end of every week. A good fair wage. Sound good to you, missy? Oh dear, I just hired you and don’t even know your name! Bless me, where are my manners? My name is Virginia Maven. Mama Maven to my friends and we are friends now, Miss…?”

Heather balked, nearly forgetting her assumed name. “Heather. Freemantle. Heather Freemantle.” They shook hands, apparently completing the hire process. “Always ready to meet new friends.”

Maven nodded and smiled a dentured grin. “Come on back tomorrow morning, six sharp. We open about half hour after that but that’s when we start prep for the breakfast crowd. Think you can manage?”

Heather grinned and flashed a thumbs-up.

She departed a few moments later after more raised voice pleasantries and breathed a sigh of relief. She had a job now, a steady source of income. At least that was a step in the right direction. It would buy her the time she needed to figure out her next move. A job at the local gossip mecca had its benefits. If someone DID suddenly come into a large sum of money or decide to skip town without a parting word, it would likely dominate conversation for months to come. She could get a name, maybe. Track them down, take what was rightfully hers by any means necessary and put Oasis in her rearview mirror where it belonged. Where the rest of the world had left it decades ago.

She could almost see it now, the wind whipping her hair into a frenzy as Heather sped out of the hamlet, sunglasses reflecting a distant setting sun. She imagined the recovered bag of cash stashed in the backseat, open wide to reveal the stacks of rubber-banded bills. She did not dare look to the passenger seat to see who the presence there would be, fearing she would spy Angie with her tanned legs raised and crossed over the dash. Would she be wearing that flimsy dress again…or nothing at all save for a pair of matching sunglasses?

Heather teetered down the front of the diner, steadying her hand against the short banister until she reached the bottom. She looked across at the service station and gasped aloud.

As if materialized from her imagination, Angie was seated out front, legs splayed open while she watched Heather. Her head was tilted slightly to one side, the dry wind teasing her hair in gentle waves. Her shorts and tank top seemed to blaze in the heat, and she raised her hand up in a greeting gesture. She couldn’t tell from this distance, but somehow Heather knew the girl was smiling.

The realization unnerved her, giving her a distinct sensation that Angie really had been waiting for Heather to emerge, had perhaps been watching her all along. Heather raised her hand and returned the wave, hesitated then headed back across the road toward her room.

Top drawer.

Beneath the stack of underwear, a neon purple vibrator.

After a time, she lost count.

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Perfectly Natural, Part One

  • Posted on March 16, 2017 at 2:58 pm

By Naughty Mommy

It’s a Friday night, almost 11:00… I’m in bed, naked… a lamp is on, softly illuminating the room, but my eyes are closed… I’m playing with myself, rubbing my clit, teasing my hard nipples, making my pussy very, very wet… and then…

I hear a knock on the door, and a voice.

“Mom? Can I come in?”

“Sure, sweetheart, of course you can.”

Quickly I pull the sheet up to cover my bare breasts as my daughter Nikki enters the room. She’s nine years old and growing up fast. When she wears tight t-shirts I can see the beginnings of little breast buds. Pretty soon it will be time for her first bra. Tonight she’s in a Barbie nightgown, very short, with cute yellow undies. She climbs up on the bed.

“What is it, baby? Anything wrong?” I ask as I turn on my side to face her, keeping the sheet pulled up.

“No, I mean, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Why not? Having bad dreams?”

“No not really. It’s just, um, you know, since we moved, I feel lonely sometimes.” Her eyes glisten with tears.

“Oh, but honey, you’re making new friends at school, aren’t you?” I caress her cheek and pet her shoulder.

“Sort of. Yeah, I mean, they’re okay, I guess. But I really miss my other friends and our old house too.” She sniffles and rubs her nose. I feel so sorry for her, my beautiful, sweet, innocent daughter.

“I know. I understand. Here, why don’t you get in bed with me for a little while and we’ll cuddle until you get sleepy, okay?” I lift the sheet for her, realizing too late that I’d somehow forgotten about being naked. Oh, well, I reason, it doesn’t matter. I’m her mom, after all.

Nikki doesn’t seem to notice my nudity, or if she does, it doesn’t faze her. She scoots over next to me, and I enfold her in my arms, pulling the covers over her. I hug my beautiful child, kissing her sweet-smelling hair, cooing words of love and comfort. Sliding my hand up under her short nightie, I gently rub her back. Her skin is smooth and soft and warm. She purrs, almost like a kitten, and snuggles closer to me.

My daughter’s head is just beneath my chin, her arms are crossed, pulled in tight, hands resting between my breasts. Her knees are pulled up too, and I’ve drawn my legs up under hers. She’s curled into a ball — in a fetal position, I muse, almost as if she wants to be fully back inside the security and protection of my womb.

We cuddle for several minutes, becoming more and more relaxed. It feels so nice, so warm and loving. I hope she’ll soon be able to go to sleep, and think that I might too. It’s so cozy and comfortable, being with my little girl this way.

I continue kissing her head, murmuring reassurance, hugging and caressing. I rub her little bottom, and I hear her whisper, “I like that, Mommy.”

After a while, I notice her hands are moving. She’s trying to pet me too, although the only thing she can reach from her position is my chest. I smile and kiss her hair, happy that we two can be so close. I rub her bottom, her thighs, her back. I hear her purring again.

Then I feel her fingers on my breasts, just the tips, touching ever so gently. Does she know how arousing that is? My nipples are quickly stiff again, even harder than before, throbbing now, aching to be fondled and sucked.

But wait, I scold myself, why in the world am I getting turned on? This is my own daughter, for heaven’s sake, I shouldn’t be getting sexually excited by this, should I?

I can’t help it, though, I am aroused, very aroused. I can feel how wet my pussy is. And I try to convince myself it’s normal, nothing wrong, just a natural bodily response to being caressed in a certain way.

Nikki’s fingers touch my nipples, tentatively, tenderly. She seems hesitant, but also curious, perhaps wondering how I might react. When I don’t say anything, she begins playing with them more boldly, stroking them, and then gives a light pinch to each nipple.

I’m on fire now, in heat, actually trembling with lust. My god, what is wrong with me? Am I a pervert or something? I know I really need to stop her at this point, send her back to her own bed, or at the very least turn her around to face the other way. But as she continues fondling my erect nipples, instead I hear myself say, “Mmm, that feels nice, baby girl, very nice.”

So I give in. I let go. It feels incredibly good, and it’s been so long — and after all, what can it hurt if a mother and daughter want to show some affection to each other?

My hand slips inside the back of her panties. I hear my little girl sigh contentedly as I rub her bare bottom, both cheeks, feeling their firmness, squeezing them. I realize, I know for a certainty, that I am not touching her now only with parental affection. My intent is to excite her, as she has excited me. I want to give her pleasure, to arouse her sexually. But is that possible? Can a nine-year-old child respond the way I am responding?

She seems to be. I pull my hand out of her panties and stroke her thigh, firmly, seductively. I slide my fingers slowly up the inside of her leg, higher, higher, almost to her crotch. Nikki shivers. She’s breathing faster now. Her fingers pinch my nipples harder, twisting them, as if she knows instinctively how to increase my excitement.

But I want even more. I need more. I push the covers down a bit so I can look at her. Nikki’s small hands are clutching my breasts. Her cheeks are flushed, hair damp with sweat, auburn bangs clinging to her forehead. She looks up at me, eyes shining, and I see something in her lovely face that I’ve never seen before. Could it be sexual desire? I want it to be.

Slowly, I ease my daughter onto her back. She’s gazing into my eyes. I smile warmly at her, and she returns the smile. Very slowly I bend closer, bringing my lips to hers. We kiss, softly, tenderly. This could be a mother-daughter kiss — but it also could something more, something romantic, even erotic. It’s right on the edge. That’s where we are, teetering on the verge of incest.

I can stop now, if I want to. We’re still in fairly safe territory, sort of.

But I don’t stop. I definitely don’t want to. As I begin pulling up her nightie, I say, “Let’s take this off, all right?”

She doesn’t object. Together we tug the little nightgown out from under her and over her head. Now her chest is bare.

I admire the tiny mounds of her breast buds, her puffy pink nipples. I touch my daughter there, letting my fingers tease and caress, feeling the nipples get hard. “My little girl is growing up, turning into a woman,” I murmur.

Nikki is watching closely as I fondle her. When I gently pinch one of her stiff young nipples, she groans in pleasure, closing her eyes and licking her lips.

“Mommy’s beautiful girl,” I whisper. Then I lean down, very close to her face, nuzzling her nose, my breath mingling with hers. In an even softer whisper, I tell her, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she replies. Her breathing is unsteady, ragged with excitement.

I gaze at her face, her eyes still closed. The flushed cheeks, pert nose, a few freckles, and those full, naturally red, kissable lips. She’s so young, so innocent. She’s still a little girl, a child I love more than anything in the world — and yet tonight she has somehow become more than that, more than just my darling daughter.

I know exactly what it is, what’s changed. I want this girl as a lover. I need her. But I have to be certain she wants that as well.

“Nikki?”

Her eyes snap open. She looks up at me, questioningly. She licks her lips, leaving them slightly parted, as if tempting me. Oh my god, she is so incredibly desirable, how could anyone resist?

“Baby girl, I, um, I want to kiss you again, okay?”

“Okay.”

“But, I… I want to kiss you, and I want to do more, too. I want to love you. Do you know what I mean?”

“Um… no.”

As I gather my thoughts, deciding what to say, I shift even closer to her in the bed, laying one leg over hers. My breasts are on her chest, our nipples nearly kissing.

“I want to love you, Nikki. Love you, well, like a lover, you know? I want to kiss you, and… do everything with you.”

She swallows. Her eyes are huge, those beautiful eyes of hers, hazel-green, flecked with gold. Long, dark lashes. She’s so sexy. I want her so much. Why did I wait so long for this?

I start to say something else, but then stop. Instead, I lick my own lips, then slowly bring my mouth to hers. I kiss her again, softly and tenderly at first, but then a little more urgently. Soon I begin to use my tongue. She is startled, pulling away slightly, but I remain insistent, and a moment later she is kissing me the same way, with an open mouth.

I’m holding her face in my hands, kissing her lips, breathing hard, my tongue exploring — hers responding more tentatively. Nikki’s hands are groping at my breasts again, however, clutching, squeezing, pulling at the nipples. She is a willing participant in our mother-daughter make out session.

We kiss for several minutes, her hands fondling my breasts, my tongue probing in her mouth. I’m straddling her leg now, grinding my mound against her upper thigh. My pussy is extremely wet, lubricated, sliding easily up and down on the smooth skin of my little girl’s leg. It feels so good, my clit throbbing, pulsating. I could come this way if I wanted to. It wouldn’t take much longer.

Finally I come up for air, pushing my sweaty hair away from my eyes. I study her adorable face as I wipe my lips. “Are you okay, honey? Do you like doing this?”

“Yeah, I do,” she giggles, nodding eagerly. “I like it a lot, Mommy.”

Then suddenly she pulls me to her again, opening her mouth. Nikki doesn’t want to take a break. She likes making out with me.

We continue kissing, and soon another line is crossed. I take one of her hands in mine as we kiss — it seems almost unconscious, an instinctive action — I take her hand and move it down between my legs, pressing it into my crotch.

It’s gooey and hot down there. Holding her hand in mine, I rub her fingers on my pussy lips, up and down, again and again, and then within the folds, coating her fingers with my moisture.

Briefly I break the kiss and whisper to my daughter, “Rub me here, okay? Just rub me a little bit.”

I resume kissing her as I slide her hand up and down inside my sex, guiding her slender, slippery fingers through the furrow, showing her what I want. When her fingers touch my clit, I shudder and groan, breaking the kiss again.

“Right there, uh-huh — just rub Mommy right there, okay? Make Mommy feel good.”

I’m still holding her hand in mine, but she seems to understand what I need. Her fingers caress the swollen bud. It’s ecstasy. I shove my tongue into her mouth, grunting with passion, now taking my hand from hers, reaching around and grabbing her butt, pulling her body against mine as I hump her fingers in a frenzy of incestuous lust.

There’s no pretense at this point, nothing the least bit motherly about what I’m doing with her. My little girl and I are having sex, and I love it!

Somewhere, though, in a corner of my mind, I wonder if I ought to slow down. I can feel that the buildup has already begun — the swirling, swelling, rising sensation that tells me an orgasm is soon to arrive — should I ease off, try to wait?

No, I can’t. I can’t stop. I can’t hold back. I hump harder, faster, against her fingers, squealing in erotic delirium as my tongue fucks her mouth.

It’s coming, almost here, almost here… I break the kiss. “Nikki — Nikki,” I pant, “Mommy’s gonna — Mommy’s gonna — unhh— unhh — OHHH!!!”

I climax on her hand, grunting and groaning as my body spasms, the joyous hot pleasure bursting in waves from my center. “Ohh!! Ohh!! Ohhhhh my god… oh my god…”

* * *

Finally it’s over. I begin to come back to reality, and I sense where I am. I have a hand beneath her, clutching Nikki’s ass. Her fingers are still between my legs. I can feel a sticky mess there, my gooey cum. As I try to catch my breath, slowly I open my eyes.

In the manic excitement, I’ve moved up in the bed. My breasts are almost on her face. I slide down a bit, and look at her. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah,” she grins. “That was, um… that was fun, Mom. Like wild, but fun.”

“Good, I’m glad you liked it.” I give her a kiss, just a peck on the lips. Then I kiss her a second time, holding it a little longer. She sighs happily, returning the kiss.

I draw back, studying her once again, making sure I can see no hint of worry or fear or uncertainty. But there’s nothing there like that. Nikki appears completely comfortable, at ease in our newly sexual relationship.

Does she even know that it’s sexual, I ask myself? Well, yes, of course she has to know that. She might be only nine years old, but kids grow up fast these days. I’m sure she understands. Still, I decide to ask her about it anyway.

“Do you know what just happened? With me, I mean? What that was?”

She nods. “Yeah, I think so.”

“We, um, you know, we’ve talked about things like this before. About sex and orgasms, and, well, that’s what I just had. I had an orgasm.”

“Okay,” she smiles.

“Have, uh… we also talked about masturbation, honey, and I told you that it was okay to do it whenever you wanted to. So, I mean, have you ever had an orgasm yourself?”

An even bigger grin splits her face. She looks a little embarrassed, ducking her chin, but nods. “Uh-huh, I have.”

I smile at my daughter, kissing her cheek, nuzzling her nose.

“I’m glad,” I breathe. Then I ask, “Would you, um… would you like me to touch you, and… see if I can give you an orgasm?”

“Would you, Mommy? I’d love that!”

It’s amazing. She shows no hesitation at all. I suppose that for Nikki this must seem perfectly natural, simply a way for a mom and her little girl to share their love. And she’s right, I say to myself. What we’re doing is natural. It’s warm, and loving, and oh my god it feels so incredibly good. How could it be wrong?

I slide gently off her, lying on my side propped on an elbow next to my daughter, who is on her back. I push the covers all the way down, fully exposing her.

For a moment I let my gaze run up and down her slender, barely pubescent body. Then I ask, “Is it all right if I take off your panties?”

“Sure.”

She lifts her hips as I get to my knees, tugging the cute yellow undies down and off, setting them aside. I lie beside her again.

“I love you very much, Nikki.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

We kiss again, but with no tongues this time. It’s a tender, romantic kiss. My heart swells with feeling, with love, with affection, and with lust.

Parting my own legs slightly, I put a hand down there, sliding my fingers between the folds, coating them with my abundant juices. Then I move the hand to my daughter’s crotch.

Nikki has no hair yet, no pubic hair. She does have tiny breast buds — which drive me insane with desire — but that’s the only real sign of her development. Her little pussy is completely hairless.

Gently I rub her, moistened fingers gliding over the smooth, puffy labia. I bring my mouth to hers and we kiss, both using our tongues. Her hands find my breasts again, playing with the nipples. She seems to love touching me this way.

As I stroke her pussy lips, Nikki’s thighs begin to part. She’s making herself available to me. My fingers ease down just a bit. She spreads her legs wider, her labia separating. I’m in her slit now, touching her there, all smooth and soft and warm, and yes, slippery too. She’s wet inside.

When my fingers find the opening to her vagina, Nikki gives a start. I draw back, slowing down, but she grabs my face with both hands, pulling my mouth hard against hers, pausing just long enough to hiss, “Don’t stop!” before urgently kissing me.

So I don’t stop. I kiss my daughter and I fondle her, exploring her virgin sex. My juicy fingertips circle the rim of her vagina. She pants with desire as we kiss. Her slim legs are fully open, as wide as she can make them. She wants this just as much as I do.

I begin to probe her sweet little hole. She’s writhing under me now, humping up and down, eagerly lifting her crotch to meet my touch. I push one finger inside, up to the first knuckle, loving the perfect tender softness of my daughter’s vagina. With my thumb, I find her clit. She gives another start then, and I hear a muffled squeak, but it’s totally obvious that she’s ready for more, almost desperate for it.

We continue to kiss, wetly, as I rub her clit with my thumb, my finger tickling inside her pussy. But will this be enough? Can I make her come this way?

Almost in answer, as if she can read my thoughts, a shudder suddenly runs through her. She breaks the kiss, and her eyes pop open. Nikki stares at me with a look of wonder.

I’m still rubbing her clit, still fucking her pussy. My beautiful little girl is trembling all over, quivering, her cheeks flushed, face shiny with sweat.

“Mommy, Mommy, I —”

And then she comes.

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