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Loving My Lori, Part One

  • Posted on July 16, 2019 at 1:27 pm

by Lori’s Mommy

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2007 }

Hi, my name is Mandy and I’m a 32-year-old newly divorced mother. I guess my story begins where my marriage ends. My divorce papers are freshly signed and everything is final — my marriage of twelve years is now officially over, but in reality, it was over a long time ago — and as far as being without a man in my bed is concerned, that happened a couple of years ago when we separated. And now I finally feel free to tell my story here — a place where the relationship I have now is celebrated and respected.

The less said about my husband, the better. A decent guy who didn’t have a clue. I felt sorry for him in the end, but I’m glad he’s gone.

What he left me with however, besides some simple possessions, is priceless: my little girl Lori. And I found out that she is all I’ll ever need in life… even as a love partner.

I realized this about a year ago, shortly after her eighth birthday. Lori is what you would call a real cutie, from her round lightly freckled face surrounded by her warm brown hair to her alabaster-skinned arms and trim torso to her skinny legs and almost-always-bare little feet. She’s a bit of a tomboy with her seemingly ever-present skinned or bruised knees, but enjoys her femininity as well as made evident by the clothes she likes to wear — mostly sleeveless tops that show off her cute little belly button, and flowery shorts. Lori is small for her age, which only adds to her cuteness. But I digress.

Like I started to say before I got distracted, I realized that all I’ll ever need is little Lori about a year ago, a day or two after her eighth birthday.

After almost a year of sleeping alone, I was pretty much sexually frustrated. Masturbating helped a little, but frankly it was getting boring. I was especially horny that night for some reason, and I knew I needed to do something different than going on the Internet to look at the usual stud-skank porno clips to get me off.

I thought back to the time I was pregnant with Lori and how I loved masturbating simply to the image of my own body in my bedroom mirror. I mean my body had changed so much with the pregnancy. My tits were pretty much flat until I became pregnant. They were cute and perky with nice puffy nipples, but that was about it. But when I was well into my pregnancy, looking at my body became a real turn-on.

Since I had Lori, I’ve kept myself in good shape, but masturbating to my reflection just didn’t have the punch it did when I was expecting. So that night after putting Lori to bed, I went Internet surfing in search of some pictures of pregnant women in my attempt to get off to something a little different.

As anyone who has searched the Internet for such things knows, you never know what’s going to pop up or what you’re going to find. That night, for whatever reason, I stumbled across one of those preteen non-nude modeling sites. I didn’t even know these places existed, so I started looking at the previews.

I saw all these little girls, some as young as three years old, modeling in everything from play clothes to skimpy bikinis to adult-looking lingerie and thong panties. And to my surprise, I started to get turned on. I mean, these little girls looked so damn sexy! I started to wonder what they would look like naked, and before I knew it, thinking of their tight little flat hairless bodies, I was in my shower shaving my pubic hair.

The sight of my smooth shaved pussy thrilled me to no end. My erect clit looked even bigger now that it was no longer obscured by tufts of those pesky curly hairs. Needless to say, I went back to my computer and madly fingered myself to an earth-shattering orgasm while ogling the image of a little girl in a string bikini. Finally, I felt some satisfaction.

Unfortunately, that was short-lived. My sleep that night was fitful, to put it mildly. I could not get the image of those little girls out of my mind. Between that and wondering why I was feeling this way about mere children, I don’t think I slept much at all until I finally accepted that what I like, I like. After all, it wasn’t as if I was going to put the moves on a child!

Free from guilt, my mind returned to those sexy photos of little girls I saw just hours ago. And somehow, my mind started to wander from the images I’d found on the Internet to the reality that was in the bedroom down the hall — my little girl Lori.

At first I was surprised by those feelings, then tried to deny that they existed. But the more I refused them, the more I imagined Lori’s face and body replacing that of the preteen models I’d happened upon earlier in the evening. I thought of just how very much I love my daughter, then came to the realization that all these sexual feelings were simply an extension of that love. It seemed so right, somehow.

Suddenly, I felt an urgency to take our relationship to that next level, but she was sound asleep and I didn’t want to disturb her. It would have to wait until tomorrow.

Tomorrow came very slowly. As the first light of day came through my bedroom window, I realized that, being the weekend, I knew that Lori wouldn’t be up for a couple of hours. But here I was, wide awake. And if it wasn’t the thoughts of Lori that was keeping me up, it was the heat and humidity of a typical summer day. But most of all, the discomfort and restlessness of being extremely aroused had kept me from sleeping. I had to do something satisfying and fast; more than simply masturbating to anonymous images on the internet. I was suffused by this craving for Lori, aching for her.

What I wanted to do is make love to my little girl. I had to introduce her somehow to the pleasures of a woman, but had no idea how to make that happen. So what was I to do to take care of the need I felt right then?

Then remembered, in a sudden flash of insight, some family photos I had of Lori when she was a few years younger, running around the house in nothing but a pair of cotton panties. Getting up, I went into my desk and frantically searched through the box of photos, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.

It didn’t take long for me to come after I finally found the photo I was looking for. Seeing her flat chest and tiny nipples was even better than I imagined it would be. Just yesterday, I wouldn’t have given this photo a second thought. Now seeing my little girl this way was like a dream come true. But now, being eight and able to bathe herself, I realized I hadn’t seen Lori naked for quite a while, and never in that way. That’s going to change as of today, I promised myself.

Satisfied and at peace, not to mention exhausted, I was able to manage a couple of hours of sleep.

I awoke to a knock on the door and Lori’s voice. “Mommy, are you up?” Not waiting for a response, my daughter opened the door and walked in.

“Morning, sweetie,” I said, smiling.

She grinned back. “Hi, Mommy!”

“So, what do you want to do today?” I asked.

“I dunno, what do you wanna do?” she responded with a shrug.

If only she knew, I thought to myself. “Hmmmm… how about this. It’s gonna be really hot today, so let’s pretend that we’re on vacation at the beach house we went to last summer. You remember that?”

“Uh-huh! That was fun!” she said with a typical eight-year-old girl’s enthusiasm.

“Remember how we spent all day in just our bikinis? Let’s do that!” I suggested, with wide-eyed anticipation.

“Okay!” she beamed. And with that, Lori was off to her bedroom to change.

I took a quick shower and put on my skimpiest bikini, a suit that I’d cut the liners out of the top and bottom so my nipples and clit would show through. It was something I did years ago to make my husband more interested. Didn’t work.

By the time I was out of the shower and changed, Lori had already gone outside to ride her bike, barefoot, of course, and play on our deck. As I looked through the window to see what she was doing, I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked in her little bikini. It’s as if I was seeing her for the first time.

I called her in for breakfast. She ran inside, the sheen of a light sweat covering her trim body and flawless tummy, the kind that has just the right amount of baby fat. She took her place at the table, still in her bikini, her cute little bare feet just dangling off the floor. I thought to myself again: She is soooo sexy. Even her feet are turning me on.

So there I was in my bikini, serving my also bikini-clad daughter a bowl of cereal. It was all I could do not to take her right then and there, especially when I peered down her loose-fitting top to glimpse her tiny nipples. I stared for what seemed to be an eternity, taking in all the details. Light pink, but dark in comparison to the surrounding flesh. About the size of dimes. Made for licking; for sucking.

I felt myself getting moist between the legs. I knew then and there that I couldn’t restrain my desire for much longer. But would Lori go along with me?

I was just about to get up the nerve to bring up the subject of sex, still not sure on how to approach it, just as Lori spoke up. “Mommy, why are your boobies sticking out?”

I looked down at her and noticed she was peering curiously at my breasts — really, my nipples, which were now showing quite visibly through my skimpy bikini top. I was even surprised at what I saw. Stimulated, no doubt by thoughts of giving my eight-year-old child her first sexual experience, they were protruding a good half-inch.

I thought for a moment and then said, matter-of-factly, “Those are Mommy’s nipples. That’s where you got your milk from when you were a baby.”

“But why are they so big?”

Well, that was an opening I wasn’t about to pass up. “Oh, it’s because when Mommy sees a pretty little girl like you, they get that way.”

“But why?” she continued.

“I guess because they are excited.”

“Are you ‘cited too, Mommy, or just your bumps — I mean nipples?”

“No… it’s just that Mommy loves seeing you in your bikini. You are so cute!”

“But why do you feel like that?” my little girl persisted.

I pushed my chair back from the table, got up, and took Lori by the hand to our sofa, where I picked her up and put her on my lap, and I started to explain. “Lori, I think it’s time we had a little talk. You’re becoming a big girl now, so I’m going to tell you some things that your friends may not know about… and we might do some things that your friends have never done before. So it’s very important that you promise me that you won’t tell anyone else about this because they wouldn’t understand. That goes for your friends, your friends’ parents, our family, anybody — do you understand?”

Lori nodded soberly. “Yes, Mommy.”

“Good. See, If you tell, you and I could get into a lot of trouble… because there are very few people like me, people who think it is okay to treat you like a big girl. Do you promise to keep our secret?”

With a quick, “Yes, Mommy, I promise,” she crossed her heart and turned an imaginary key in her mouth.

“Okay, then. You just turned eight the other day, so I think it’s time you should know more about your body. When you get older, certain parts of your body will start to feel funny — a good kind of funny, like a tingling, when you’re excited to see someone you’re attracted to. Other parts will swell up and become a different shape, too, like Mommy’s nipples. Would you like to see what I mean?”

With a look of puzzlement on her face and a nervous nod, she pondered what I was saying for a moment, then smiled bashfully and whispered, “Yes.”

I set Lori down next to me, reached around my neck to untie the straps to my bikini and then slowly lowered the top to expose my breasts to her for the first time since she was a baby.

Lori stared at them and said, “Mommy, your boobies are pretty.”

“I’m glad you like them. Do you see how my nipples are growing? By the way, since you’re going to be a big girl, I’m going to teach you the right words. Little girls call them ‘boobies’. Big girls call them ‘breasts’.”

“Breasts!” she repeated, eager to learn more. “Do your breasts feel tingly, too?”

“No, sweetheart. The nipples just swell up. Other parts of me feel tingly, though.”

“What Mommy?”

“My vagina. What you call your pookie, hon.”

“Your… ‘gina?”

“Va-gina,” I corrected. “Though really, you should just call it your pussy. That’s what big girls usually say.”

She smiled shyly. “Will you show me your… pussy too, Mommy?”

That was all I needed to make me peel off my bikini bottoms to show off my newly shaven cunt to my little girl. I sat back down and opened my legs for her to see. My clit was engorged and erect, and my pussy lips were large and puffy, glistening with wetness.

I described to her all the various parts of my sex. I told her about how good it felt to put something inside. I told her how she would grow hair there and that I’d shaved all mine off so I could look more like her. She was intrigued by all of it.

Most importantly, I told her about the clitoris and how good it felt when you rubbed it. The whole time I was speaking, Lori gave me her undivided attention.

I started to caress my soaked pussy in front of her — and very soon I was openly masturbating for my little girl. I felt myself starting to reach the point of no return, inching closer to orgasm, when I realized that I needed something especially hot to get me off.

“Would you take off your bikini, honey?” I asked. “I’d love to see you with no clothes on.”

Without a word, my daughter quickly stripped naked in front of me. I stopped my fingering and, as I studied her childish body from top to bottom, told myself that I couldn’t believe how utterly perfect she was. I was dripping, warm fluids trailing down my inner thighs.

I indicated my wetness. “See, Lori, Mommy’s very excited now to see you naked. Do you like going without clothes?”

She giggled and nodded. “Uh-huh, I like being naked! But how come my p-pussy — how come it don’t feel tingly like yours, Mommy?”

I laughed. “Well, sweetie, that will happen on its own when you’re a little older. When you’re still a little girl, your mommy needs to touch you and make you feel loved first — then your pussy will tingle, I promise.” I reached out to her. Come here, baby doll.” Lori drifted into my arms. “Would you like Mommy to kiss you like they do in the movies?”

She made a face. “That’s gross!”

“No, it’s only gross when it’s with boys. Kissing is extra nice when you do it with your mommy.”

She was intrigued, I guess, because she came up to me and kissed me on the lips. Immediately, I allowed my tongue to dart into Lori’s mouth and kissed her passionately. Always a quick learner, she followed my lead.

Soon I was in a deep lover’s kiss with my eight-year-old daughter, and my hands were exploring all of her body, focusing on her flat chest, her soft, tender bottom and, of course, the gentle folds of her sex.

Suddenly, she broke away from our kiss and blurted, “Mommy, my pussy is starting to feel t-tingly, like you said!”

I instructed her to sit down, spread her legs and touch herself there, just as I had. She eagerly did as she was told, and not long after she began to rub and caress her bare slit, she started to moan. “Feels good…” she kept saying over and over again. “It feels so good, Mommy!”

As for me, I started doing the same, masturbating along with my little girl. For the next few minutes, we played a silent — except for our moans, at least — version of Simon Says. She watched me stroke my clitoris, and she did the same, or at least the best she could because hers was so tiny. I pinched and rubbed my tits and she copied me, and I swear she took genuine pleasure from giving her nipples a strong pinch.

Watching my little girl masturbate for the first time and approaching her first orgasm made me come, loudly and violently. Try as she might, though, Lori couldn’t quite get to that point.

Still breathing heavily from my own climax, I reached over and began to help my child rub herself. I recall being surprised at how moist her babyish slit was. I took her hand, entwined my fingers around hers, and together we worked my eight-year-old’s pussy into a lather.

“Ohhh, Mommy, it’s soooo s-slippery!” Lori exclaimed, gasping for air. From that point on, all she could say was “Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy!” Her hips bucked wildly, her eyes grew wide open and just like that, she surrendered to her very first orgasm.

Lori lay sprawled out on the couch, breathing heavily in the aftermath of pleasure. Finally, she struggled into a sitting position, making her way into my arms.

“Oh, Mommy, that felt good! I love you so much!” she gasped, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Just like a little girl would, I thought.

So funny, I thought, the way that Lori was this passionate lover one second, and the next, once again, my child.

For the first time in a long, long while, I felt at home, satisfied in every way possible. I’m not wealthy, but right then I had it all — all wrapped up in little Lori.

Even though it was late morning and we’d been awake for only a couple of hours, Lori and I both realized we were tired — me because I hardly slept the night before, her from the relaxation only a good orgasm can bring. We curled up on the sofa, and as Dora the Explorer played on the television, she fell asleep in my arms, her lips just touching the edge of my areola and her breaths coming out of her little nose flowing over the nipple, making it hard — and just like that, I was aroused all over again. Oh, well, I’d have to wait.

Although I fell asleep with Lori in my arms, I didn’t wake up that way. When I awoke after our nap, Lori was already up and playing outside with her friends, and I quickly recalled what had happened just a couple of hours earlier. I was having a hard time with all of it, and that was putting it mildly.

Throughout that day and the entire weekend, my mind swung from thoughts of regret and guilt to a gut feeling that what I’d done with my little girl was really an outward expression of my love and dedication to her. Or was I just hot and bothered from looking at those preteen model sites on the Internet? It was back and forth like that all day long. I knew I had to somehow sort through all these thoughts and find the truth within.

She’s only a child, I would think. Just a couple of weeks ago she was only seven years old! Seconds later, I would wonder, what other possible way could I show her and demonstrate my love for her? Any other means I could think of seemed so, so insufficient.

My conflicting thoughts continued through the days ahead. Each night, after putting Lori (and myself) to bed, I would lie awake and mull it over and over again. And all of this, at least for the first hour or so, I did to muffled moans and gasps coming from Lori’s room. It was apparent that she enjoyed herself the other day, because now she was getting herself off nightly. I would hear first soft moans, then a little louder, and a few minutes later, some loud labored breaths, a couple of “oh oh’s”, and then the silence of the afterglow of a little girl orgasm.

Then a night or two later, I was in bed and Lori, as was becoming routine, was masturbating in her bed. She was being a little louder than usual, and then she called out “Mommy!”

I jumped out of bed and ran to her room. But as I reached Lori’s door, I heard her cry out “Oh Mommy, oh Mommy, feels so good! Oh Mommy, oh, oh, oh, aaaaaaahhh!”

She was fantasizing about me! I stopped short of going into her room, rather opting to watch her through the door which was cracked open ever so slightly. Lori had her nightshirt pulled up to expose her flat little-girl chest, a finger buried deep in her smooth, bare pussy.

Her eyes closed the whole time, she drifted off to sleep as soon as her orgasm subsided. I stood there watching her sleep for awhile, then padded back to my own bed… where I fingered myself to a raging climax before drifting into a sweet slumber.

As I awakened the next morning, I realized I had slept very well through the night, almost as if somehow I’d come to terms with the love and lust I felt for my little girl. I loved her in ways I’d never loved anyone before. I didn’t hurt her last Saturday, but gave her a beautiful memory, which was clear from the fantasy she was having as she made herself come. It was also clear to me that we had all the elements of a healthy lifelong relationship: respect, communication, chemistry, an indescribable connection.

Finally, I realized that I was having the same conversation with myself as I did when I first started having naughty feelings for my daughter. Unknowingly, I’d reached the same conclusion. And, with the deep love I felt for Lori, the kind of love one feels as they realize they want to spend the rest of their life with another, I decided that it was only natural for me to move to the next, ultimate level of giving oneself to the other in every way possible.

I was finally at peace with where I’d been with Lori, my beautiful little eight-year-old daughter, the love of my life, and fully accepting of where our relationship was going to go.

The only guilt I had left was the worry I had that I’d been a bit distant from Lori for the past few days. She didn’t seem to notice the internal struggle I’d dealt with, but I felt bad nonetheless.

That night, I called her over. “Hey Lori, come here! I’ve got an idea!”

“What Mommy?”

“I’ve been feeling bad for being quiet with you the last couple of days. I was worried that you didn’t like what we did last Saturday, and I didn’t know how to talk to you about it.”

“No, Mommy,” she said looking deeply into my eyes, “I liked that! It was a lot of fun—” and then, after a pause, she added grinning a seemingly evil grin from ear to ear with her nose scrunched up, “and it felt SOOO GOOD!” God, she looked so cute and sexy when she did that!

“Well, anyway, I felt bad about it and I want to make it up to you. Let’s go on a date Friday night — just you and me! But we’ll make it a date at home. We’ll dress up for each other, have dinner, watch a movie, and then, well, whatever you want to do. Sound like fun?”

She enthusiastically, tossing her long red hair all around.

“What can we have for dinner? What movie are we gonna watch?” Lori asked.

“Whatever you want, sweetie. This is our night, but it’s all for you!”

This way for: Part Two!

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Unexpected Delights, Chapter 10

  • Posted on July 14, 2019 at 2:14 pm

by No One 

(Note: This chapter picks up right where the last one left off. Chloe is handcuffed to the bed frame, so she is unable to do more than watch while Nettie and her little sister Alex make love in front of her.)

*****

The sisters lay panting side by side, their skin shining with sweat.

“Um, guys, that was really super hot and all,” Chloe said after a moment, a little breathless herself, “but do you think I could get some attention too, now? I really need it.”

Nettie turned towards her and sat up, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? Okay, sure, you need it… but do you think you deserve it?”

Rolling her eyes, Chloe tugged at her restraints. “Yes! Oh, come on, you two are totally into each other now. Like, obviously! So what did I do wrong?”

Nettie exchanged a dubious look with Alex, who was slowly sitting up. “Well, it doesn’t sound like she’s learned any humility. Maybe we should just leave her here for a while,” she said, making her sister giggle.

“What? No!” Chloe quickly decided to change her approach. “No, no, I learned. I totally learned… whatever you want. You’re right, I’m sorry. Pleeeeeease.”

Smirking, Nettie crawled towards her on all fours until their faces were just a few inches apart. “You beg pretty good, kiddo… maybe I should have you keep doing it.”

Though on the verge of screaming, Chloe somehow held back, giving the older girl an exasperated look. Fuck! How long is she going to tease me?

Nettie laughed, but it seemed she was done taunting because, in the next instant, her mouth was on Chloe’s, then her tongue slipped in.

After all this frustration, the kiss felt simply divine. Tingles of excitement spread through Chloe’s body as she met and matched Nettie’s passion. She would have wrapped both arms around the girl and hugged her closely… if she could only move her damn hands!

As they kissed, Chloe tasted Alex on her sister’s lips, and that turned her on even more. Then Nettie’s hands were at her breasts, offering caresses through the thin fabric of her new bra. Her nipples were very quickly at their stiffest.

Chloe was surprised for an instant when her bra popped open, then remembered how they were fastened. “Oh, right. These front clasps are pretty useful.”

“Aren’t they?” Nettie smiled, then pinched a nipple, making Chloe gasp at the pleasant electric shock of it.

By then, Alex had crawled up to join them. Nettie turned to her little sister and gave her a quick tongue kiss before moving aside to let Alex get closer to Chloe.

Not missing this little exchange, Chloe favored her best friend with a knowing grin. Alex gave a little sheepish shrug and leaned forward. Spying faint traces of wetness around Alex’s mouth, Chloe was only too eager to welcome the kiss. Making out with both sisters after they’d just licked each other’s pussy was a genuine thrill.

Chloe tried to keep her mind focused while her tongue danced with Alex’s, but Nettie had decided to continue teasing her nipples, and it was messing with her concentration, making her a less than ideal French kiss partner. But Alex didn’t seem to mind, giggling every time a gasp interrupted their kiss.

After a moment, the sisters exchanged a look, then each one moved down to take one of Chloe’s very stiff nipples into her mouth. On the left, Alex gently sucked the tip while slowly running her tongue around it; On the right, Nettie gave it rapid flicks of the tongue and an occasional little bite.

“Mmmm, that’s sooo good,” Chloe moaned. Having two lovers at once was a lot more titillating than one. And even better with sisters. She wondered if it was possible to come just from having your boobs played with. As turned on as she was, it didn’t seem that unlikely.

But it seemed like she wouldn’t find out today because Nettie soon moved on, hooking her fingers into the strings of Chloe’s panties—if they could even be called that—and quickly pulling them off. Examining the sodden undies closely, she raised an eyebrow at Chloe. “Looks like you’ll need to wash these sooner rather than later.”

Even at a distance, Chloe could see that the tiny piece of fabric was completely soaked. She gave a helpless shrug. “Well, it’s your fault!”

Nettie exchanged a knowing look with her sister, then tossed the panties at Chloe.

By reflex, Chloe tried to swat the flying underwear away, but her handcuffed hand could only move a few inches. The sodden panties landed square on her face, filling her nose with the not-unpleasant scent of her own arousal.

Giggling, Alex helpfully lifted the piece of lingerie away, inspecting it in passing. “Wow,” she commented, smirking at Chloe and looking very much like her sister for a moment.

“Hey, you’re to blame, too!” Chloe protested.

“Awww. Poor baby. Do you want us to do something about it?” Nettie asked.

“Please!”

“Well? Spread your legs, then!”

Chloe was only too happy to obey, parting her thighs as wide as they would go. The way that the sisters gazed at her lewdly displayed intimacy made her feel very exposed, but it was also intensely arousing.

Nettie leaned towards Alex, briefly nibbling at her ear. “Why don’t you show Chloe just how good you’ve gotten with your tongue?” she said.

Alex elbowed her sister, her face turning red. Though she seemed to have quickly transformed into something of a naughty girl, it looked like she still got embarrassed quite easily. She rapidly recovered, though, and began slowly crawling towards Chloe, her earlier smirk now a shy smile.

Chloe watched her friend lie between her legs, anticipation rising to a fever pitch, then gasped at the first soft kiss on her hungry sex. She groaned loudly when Alex’s tongue slipped between her pussy lips, giving her the delightful stimulation she’d been craving for so long.

Seeing her best friend licking her pussy with such enthusiasm was rather surreal, but it was also intensely exciting. It soon became clear that Alex had indeed grown very skilled with her mouth over the past week, her tongue exploring, teasing and pleasuring all the right spots. Chloe found herself Imagining exactly how Alex had mastered those techniques, which made the experience even better.

After a moment, Alex began to moan herself. Looking up, Chloe saw that Nettie had a hand between her little sister’s legs, and it was obvious that those fingers weren’t idle. The older girl winked as their eyes met.

“Don’t stop, Alex,” Chloe implored.

“Sorry,” her friend murmured, already a little out of breath. But she resumed her task as well as she could, her wonderful tongue feeling positively divine against Chloe’s clit.

Things were heating up in a hurry, as Chloe enjoyed Alex’s oral skills while taking in the sexy spectacle of Nettie toying with her little sister’s pussy. Knowing just how distracting Nettie’s fingers could be, Chloe found it easy to forgive Alex for the occasional pause in her licking. Besides, hearing her friend’s sounds of pleasure turned her on nearly as much.

Nettie sat off to the side, avidly watching her little sister go down on Chloe. But she was clearly too aroused to let Alex have all the fun. She moved in for a closer look. A very close look, snuggling right up next to Alex. She gave her sister a quick kiss, then took a much longer lick at Chloe’s pussy.

“Oh God!” Chloe cried, watching in amazement as the two girls began to take turns licking her. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as her excitement rose to new heights. She’d never considered it before, but two tongues were a lot better than one!

The sisters were varying their oral assault in exquisite ways. First, one of them would lick her, then the other, then they might let their tongues tangle in a sexy kiss before teaming up to attack Chloe’s pussy together, then start all over again. It felt heavenly.

It quickly became obvious to Chloe that she wouldn’t be able to endure this pleasure for very long before reaching her limit, but that was just fine with her.

She closed her eyes to focus on the blissful sensations, amused to realize that she could tell whose tongue was whose without even looking. For all of Alex’s newly gained skills, Nettie’s tongue felt more… self-assured, somehow. Still, the pair of sisters formed an unbeatable team that would drive Chloe to ecstasy any second now.

“Yes, yes!” she cried, feeling her orgasm within reach.

Then the delightful stimulation suddenly vanished. “Noo, don’t stop!” But nothing happened.

Confused, she blinked her eyes open, only to find the two sisters looking at her. Nettie was smirking, Alex hiding her amusement behind a hand.

Gritting her teeth, Chloe tugged uselessly at the handcuffs. “Oh, come on! I was soooo close!”

“Oh, I know you were,” Nettie said, chuckling. “Buuuut… if you really wanna get off, you’ll have to earn it.”

“Now what do you mean?” Chloe asked, exasperation creeping into her voice.

Nettie leaned over to whisper in her sister’s ear. Alex giggled at whatever was being said, raising an eyebrow.

“Go on, she won’t mind,” Nettie added, giving her sister a nudge.

Alex climbed to her feet on the bed and advanced towards Chloe. It was pretty obvious what the plan was when the girl got close, her sex right at face level. She gave Chloe a shy smile and shrugged.

Chloe licked her lips in response, and Alex broke into a grin. She was definitely very willing to please her friend this way—she’d been daydreaming about having another taste of Alex’s pussy for a week, after all—but still, she’d have been just as eager if they’d let her come first!

Once Alex was within reach, Chloe pressed her mouth into the juicy flesh, the warm nectar coating her lips and tongue.

“Aaah!” Alex moaned loudly, her knees nearly buckling. She had to grab for Chloe’s shoulder to avoid toppling forward, but the movement also pushed her sex harder against Chloe’s mouth, making her cry out again.

Chloe, basking in the sounds of pleasure, did her very best to make Alex utter more of them. She longed to let her hands roam over her friend’s body, but could only barely brush her thighs. Still, she had to admit that being restrained and helpless came with its own kind of excitement. Being at Alex’s mercy, even though she wasn’t very forceful about it, was really getting her motor running.

Suddenly Chloe felt fingers touching her pussy and gasped, a violent shiver racing through her. Had Nettie decided to take pity and give her release? The teenager’s fingers teased her clit for a moment, then disappeared, only to return a short time later for another quick caress. It was enough to sustain her arousal, but too brief to send her over the edge. It was a sweet kind of torture, one that she was certain had been deliberately planned.

Out of the corner of her eye, Chloe saw that Nettie’s other hand was working much more vigorously between her own legs, two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. She was clearly enjoying the sight of Chloe licking her little sister.

The show was drawing to a close, though, as Alex’s moans were growing more urgent with every passing second. Her fingernails bit into Chloe’s shoulders as her whole body went rigid, then she threw her head back and let out a long cry. Her legs shook as she rode the waves of her orgasm, probably having trouble keeping her upright.

Chloe didn’t relent, concentrating her efforts on Alex’s clit, until her friend could take no more and stepped back, then sat down heavily on the bed.

“Phew, wow.” Sighing contentedly, Alex stretched out on the covers. “Mmmm, that was so good.”

“A satisfied customer,” Nettie said as she got to her feet. “My turn now.”

Chloe wasn’t surprised in the least. The hungry look in Nettie’s eyes told her that the older girl was definitely ready for more than her own fingers. Chloe considered demanding that the sisters take care of her needs first, but then again, she wasn’t in the best bargaining position. Besides, it wasn’t like she wouldn’t delight in eating Nettie’s pussy.

The teen was still playing with herself as she approached. Taking the fingers away from her sex, she brought them up to smear Chloe’s lips with her excitement.

Obediently, Chloe opened her mouth, accepting Nettie’s dirty fingers. She licked and sucked the digits clean, enjoying the taste of the girl’s arousal, anticipating her chance to get more of it from the source.

She didn’t have to wait long. As soon as she was done cleaning those sticky fingers, Chloe was seized by the back of the neck, her face shoved right up against Nettie’s pussy. Though taken by surprise, she extended her tongue and began to lap at her partner’s sex as best she could.

Chloe could hear Nettie purring with pleasure as the teen ground against her mouth. It was a far more aggressive approach than Alex had taken, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, Chloe found herself enjoying the experience of being taken by a forceful lover. Maybe, just maybe, they could do something like this again sometime… but only if Nettie promised not to tease her so relentlessly.

Nettie’s pussy was really wet, and Chloe tried not to waste a single drop of her essence. She compared the taste of the two sisters, finding them similar yet different. Alex’s was maybe a little bit sweeter, Nettie’s more tangy but still delicious. She wondered if every girl had a flavor all her own.

Nettie must have been very turned on because, after only a minute or two of this, she was trembling all over. Chloe knew she was close to coming, so she took the girl’s clit between her lips, gently sucking it.

That did the trick. “Mmmm fuck!” Nettie blurted, then brought both her hands against the wall behind the bed with a loud slap. She remained there for a long moment—immobile, her body rigid, her voice stolen away by what Chloe recognized as one intense orgasm.

At last, Nettie let out a low groan and clumsily pushed herself away, collapsing onto the bed. She waited a little while to catch her breath, then moved close to touch her forehead to Chloe’s. “You’re good, baby,” she said before giving Chloe a quick but passionate French kiss. “And… yeah, fine, you’ve earned a treat.”

Finally! Chloe thought, but knew better than to say it out loud.

Grasping Chloe’s feet, Nettie lifted her legs up, spreading them even further apart. “Here, hold on to your ankles.”

With some difficulty due to the restraints on her wrists, not to mention her less-than-expert flexibility, Chloe managed to grab both legs and hold them up the way Nettie wanted. She anticipated what was to come with impatience, yet Chloe felt her cheeks heat up a little at how utterly exposed she was.

It didn’t help matters when Alex, now recovered from her own climax, moved in for a better view. The wide-eyed look she gave Chloe left little doubt as to the lewdness of her pose.

Nettie wasn’t wasting any time, kneeling down on all fours in front of Chloe. “You take her pussy,” she told Alex, before going straight for Chloe’s anus, teasing the tight hole with her tongue.

Chloe gasped in surprise. That wasn’t quite what she’d expected, but if Nettie was in a kinky mood… well, that was just fine with her. Especially if Alex was going down on her at the same time.

Apparently, Alex wasn’t familiar with just how dirty Nettie was willing to get. She stared, eyes round as saucers, mouth hanging open at what her big sister was doing. A picture of utter incredulity. “What… but… are you really…” She fell silent, unable to finish.

Chloe had to laugh at the expression on her friend’s face. When Alex turned to her with a look of complete disbelief, she shrugged. “Yeah, she’s… kinda wild, if you didn’t know. Feels pretty nice, though, gotta say.” Sighing blissfully, she tried to relax, wanting to open herself up even more to Nettie’s probing tongue. Wonder if she could actually get it inside my butt? she mused.

Alex looked from one of them to the other, clearly at a loss.

“Don’t just sit there, go on,” Nettie said, briefly interrupting the pleasant motion of her tongue.

Slowly, Alex knelt next to her sister. Wrinkling her nose, she was still giving Nettie a dubious look, but eventually, she shrugged and assumed her own role in this kinky scenario. She obviously found licking Chloe’s pussy to be a much more appetizing option, quickly setting to the task with zeal.

“Omigod yes!” Chloe wailed as Alex’s tongue parted her labia. All the pent-up sexual frustration fled her body, replaced with pure pleasure. After only a few seconds, that awesome, familiar warmth was building between her thighs, and she knew that this time, the path to her climax would be a very short one.

The feeling of two tongues working on both her holes at once was incredible, the sensations magnifying each other. Chloe had enjoyed the times when Nettie had been inclined to lick her ass in the past, but being rimmed wasn’t enough to get her off by itself. Now, however, the stimulation Alex was giving her pussy only heightened the pleasure she felt in her anus, just as Nettie’s tongue movements seemed to resonate all the way to her clit.

It was a blissful experience, and the mounting pressure inside Chloe was reaching its limit in record time. She prayed to whatever supreme being would listen that the girls wouldn’t stop before she got her release.

Suddenly, it was happening. Chloe screamed and screamed as one of the strongest orgasms of her life shook her. It was difficult to keep holding her legs up through this moment of perfect rapture, but the last thing she wanted was to interrupt the sisters, who were doing their best to make her ecstasy last even longer than she could have imagined.

Finally, as Chloe’s cries abated, so did the movements of Alex’s tongue, letting her drift down slowly from that incredible high. Nettie’s tongue, however, proved insistent, relentless in its probing. God, she’s such a dirty girl, Chloe thought.

“Don’t stop, Alex,” she heard Nettie say, the voice distantly perceived through the afterglow haze that clouded her mind.

Why’s she saying that? Doesn’t she get that I just came? Chloe thought, puzzled, then she gasped when Alex’s tongue traced her slit again. It was very sensitive down there after her climax, and the stimulation was almost too intense.

She’d never had two orgasms so close together before. Was that even possible? She soon decided that it just might be. As Chloe let herself be carried away by the movements of her friend’s tongue, those incredible feelings, which had faded a minute ago, began rising anew.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned as her pleasure continued to mount. The climb would take longer this time, but still much faster than she would have thought possible.

Chloe was soon out of breath, overwhelmed by this relentless stimulation. Getting done by two tongues working in tandem felt truly amazing. Alex was lapping at her pussy with abandon, Nettie doing the same to her rosebud, each swipe of the tongue building up the sweet tension inside her until Chloe felt ready to burst.

And then she did. A new orgasm came crashing down, surprising her even though she’d been expecting it, taking her voice away. She thrashed about, her mouth open in a silent cry, every part of her feeling impossibly good.

It was hard to tell whether the heavenly interval lasted for seconds or minutes, but finally, Chloe came back down to Earth, taking in big gulps of air, heart beating as if she’d run a mile without stopping. She tried to speak, but, “Oh… oh my… God…” was all she managed to get out.

Through half-closed eyelids, she saw Nettie straighten up and look down at her. Smirking, of course. “Worth the wait?” the older girl asked, all innocence. Weary as she was, Chloe could only give a vigorous nod.

Alex sat up as well, looking quite pleased with herself. With good reason, too. The girl had done a fantastic job of getting Chloe off. Twice! Her body was still trembling from it all.

“You sure learned fast,” Chloe told her friend, who smiled shyly in return.

“Hasn’t she?” Nettie said. “I’d say she’s a natural.” Looking rather proud of her little sister, she drew Alex to her.

It seemed like they were about to kiss, but Alex drew away at the last moment. “Oh, um, wait. Your tongue’s been in her… uh…”

Nettie laughed. “Oh, come on. It won’t taste like anything.”

Alex wrinkled her nose, her lips pursed. “Um… no, go rinse your mouth out.”

Shaking her head, Nettie looked to Chloe for support but found no help there—Chloe was too busy laughing her ass off. “Jeez, fine. I needed to use the bathroom, anyway.”

“Hey, hey, hold on,” Chloe interrupted as Nettie stepped off the bed. “Can you take these stupid things off now?”

Chuckling, Nettie fetched the bag she’d brought the handcuffs in. “Oh, sure. Wait… Do I even have the key?”

“What!”

“Kidding.” Ignoring Chloe’s reproachful look, Nettie fished the key out of the bag and quickly unlocked the handcuffs. “Don’t make that face, you. I have a feeling you enjoyed this way more than you’re letting on.”

“Well… it wasn’t all bad,” Chloe admitted as she rubbed her wrists. There had been a lot of very exciting moments, she had to concede, and that incredible finish had done a lot to alleviate her earlier frustration. “Maybe… maybe we can do this again sometime, but only if you’re not so mean.”

“Aww, but you’re so fun to tease.” Nettie reached out to pinch Chloe’s cheek like an annoying grandma, but her hand was quickly slapped away.

“Where’d you get the handcuffs, anyway?”

“Borrowed ‘em from a friend.”

“Oh? Why does she have handcuffs?”

Nettie raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

Chloe realized belatedly that Nettie’s friend probably used them for the exact same purpose that they’d been put to tonight. “Oh. Right.” And if Nettie knew about them… She idly wondered which of the two girls had been the one chained to the bed.

Once Nettie had left the room, Chloe turned to Alex. “Do you think Nettie was the one all tied up?”

“What? Oh. Hmm… I dunno, it’s hard to imagine anyone putting handcuffs on her.”

“Could be fun, though…” Chloe flashed a sly smile.

Alex considered that for a moment, then an equally mischievous smile touched her lips, and she nodded.

They remained silent for some time after that. Chloe let her gaze roam over her friend’s nude body, admiring her budding form, and felt a hint of renewed desire rising within her. Their eyes met, and Chloe suspected Alex had been checking her out, too. Both of them started giggling.

“Is this… weird?” Chloe asked, realizing they hadn’t really talked about the new sexual dimension to their relationship. It seemed like a much bigger deal when her brain wasn’t overcome with crazed lust.

“Um, kinda… but not in a bad way.” They exchanged sheepish smiles, then their lips met in a soft kiss. Alex snuggled in close, resting her head on Chloe’s chest. “This is… nice.”

“Yeah.” Chloe wrapped both arms around her friend. “So… you and Nettie, huh?” she added after a moment, unable to keep her grin in check.

“Um, ya… That just kinda happened.”

Chloe couldn’t see her friend’s face, but a tinge of red in the ear she did see told her that Alex’s cheeks must be a bright pink. “Oh? You just happened to have sex with your sister?”

“Well, yeah, sorta! I’d just got out of the shower, and I thought she was checking me out, maybe, so I kinda decided to tease her some, and then… you know, stuff happened.”

“Oh yeah, ‘stuff.’ Mmm, wish I’d been there. You guys are so hot together.”

Alex nudged Chloe in the ribs. “Perv.”

“Pff. Look who’s talking. You looked like you were enjoying it a lot.”

Alex looked up, her face still slightly red. “Maybe,” she admitted.

“So. What’s it like, having sex with your own sister?”

“It’s… well… “ Alex broke into a huge smile. “Pretty awesome! But, you know what’s really great? That Nettie and me are friends again. We used to be so close, but then when she became a teenager, she kinda turned all cranky, y’know? Always out with her friends, never wanting to hang out with me anymore… Now, I feel like I’ve got my big sister back.” She giggled. “We still pretend to argue and stuff in front of Mom, so she doesn’t get totally suspicious… But I dunno, I don’t think she’d guess what’s really happening, right?”

“Probably not. That’s all real sweet, though. I’m happy for you. Now, what I really wanna know is… How many times did you guys do it while I was out of town?”

“Um…” Alex thought about it for a moment, blushing a shade brighter, then shrugged. “Well, y’know, Mom is out most days, soooo…”

“Jeez. Sounds like I missed a lot of fun.”

“Well… we can catch up.” Alex was really cute when she was embarrassed and flirty at once.

“I like the sound of that.”

Alex moved in and they kissed again, more passionately this time. Soon, their tongues were entangled, and Chloe lost herself in the kiss, feeling her desire welling up all over again.

They were interrupted when a sudden weight on the bed made them start.

“Look at you two, so cute together,” Nettie said, crawling up to them and grinning. “There, all clean.” She wagged her tongue at Alex.

Giggling, Alex leaned close and stuck out her tongue to meet her sister’s, the two of them licking each other’s tongue more than kissing. It was a silly—yet somehow very hot—make-out session.

Chloe stared as the girls’ tongues twisted practically in her face, struck again by how unbelievably sexy Alex and Nettie were together. This time she could do more than just watch, though. Smiling, she drew near and extended her tongue to join the other girls.

Laughing, the sisters welcomed her into the kiss, which soon became a messy tangle of tongues that quickly had Chloe’s blood pumping.

“Well, that’s one way to kiss,” Nettie said. She immediately demonstrated another by pressing her mouth against Chloe’s and slipping her tongue inside. A more traditional French kiss, but no less exciting.

Chloe was left wanting when Nettie broke the kiss after only a moment, but when she saw the older girl repeating the maneuver on Alex, she figured that watching the sisters was just as good.

Her movements now unrestricted, Chloe was free to let her hands roam over her friends’ bodies as they kissed. She groped Alex’s cute ass with one hand while teasing one of Nettie’s nipples with the other, making the teenager moan into her little sister’s mouth.

They began to take turns exchanging kissing partners and caressing each other. Soon, it became difficult to tell who was touching what, but it didn’t matter. Every grope and fondle felt better than the last, feeding their collective arousal, and moans quickly began filling the room. A hand came up Chloe’s leg—Nettie’s, she suspected—and a finger slid between her slippery pussy lips.

“Feels like you’re ready for more, “ the teenager said.

“Mmhmm.” It was all Chloe could manage with Alex’s tongue in her mouth.

“I’ve got one more surprise for you, if you feel ready for it.”

Curious, Chloe broke the kiss and glanced at Nettie, who wore a more serious expression than usual. “Ready? For what?”

Getting to her feet, Nettie padded over to her dresser, pulled open a drawer, and grabbed something from inside. Turning around, she showed off the object: a tangle of straps and buckles, all attached to… a bright pink dildo?

Chloe figured it out after a second or two. “Oh, is that… a strap-on, right? Like you told me about?”

“That’s right. I found one that might be a good size for you. If you feel like trying, but no pressure.” Nettie held the dildo at her groin and wiggled her eyebrows. “Or you can wear it, if you want,” she added with a wink. “Use it on me.”

Chloe and Alex both burst out laughing at the sight of Nettie with a plastic member sticking out from between her legs, and doubly so when she started stroking it with exaggerated motions.

Chloe wiped tears from her eyes. “Wow. Um, so…” She hesitated. This seemed like a big step. “Did you borrow this, too?” she asked, needing time to think about this.

“Nah, ordered it online. I thought it might get some use.” She smirked. “Good thing Amazon ships so fast.”

Chloe considered the dildo; it was definitely a lot less intimidating than Nettie’s big vibrator. What would it feel like inside her? There was only one way to find out. Or… she could use it on Nettie. That did sound like fun.

Some other time, Chloe decided. I think I want this. I want her to fuck me.

She’d had sex already, by any measure that mattered to her, but if she was penetrated with the strap-on, then she wouldn’t be a virgin in any sense of the word. The idea was an appealing one, even if it made her a little nervous. It seemed fitting to do something like this on her birthday, after all. To turn a year older and to reach a new milestone in her sexuality… something like that, anyhow. And she couldn’t imagine better partners than Nettie and Alex for her first time.

“What do you think, then?” asked Nettie, brandishing the plastic cock like a magic wand. “Ready to get it on?”

“Um, yeah… I think I want to try it.”

“Yeah? Great.” Nettie pointed at herself then at Alex with the dildo. “Which of us do you want to fuck you?”

Chloe was taken aback by the question, having assumed that Nettie meant to do it herself. The older girl was eager enough, and certainly knew how. Then again, if Alex lacked experience at this kind of thing, so did Chloe, and it would be fun to try it out together… Besides, the idea of getting fucked by a shy, blushing Alex seemed really sweet, somehow. Still, Chloe didn’t want to hurt one sister’s feelings by choosing the other.

Alex always looked extra cute when flustered, and now she was staring wide-eyed at her sister—clearly, she’d been unaware that Nettie had intended to give her the chance to take her best friend’s virginity.

Before Chloe could answer, Alex made the decision for her. “Uh, wait, no,” she quickly said. “You do it, Nettie. I… I wouldn’t know how.”

Nettie shrugged. “It’s not too complicated… but okay!” She made quick work of stepping into and fastening the strap-on harness—Chloe still struggled not to giggle at the sight—then she fetched a small bottle of clear liquid from her nightstand. Climbing on the bed, she squirted some of it into her hand, then applied it to the dildo. “It’s lube, to make things slippery. But honestly…” Nettie reached out and slid a finger right into Chloe’s pussy, “I don’t think you need it.”

Chloe inhaled sharply at the sudden intrusion, then laughed. With a wink, Nettie sucked her finger clean, then knelt between Chloe’s spread legs. Gripping the dildo in her right hand, she rubbed the bulbous head against Chloe’s vulva, working it up and down. It felt pretty good, too, especially when it grazed her clit.

Alex took a place at Chloe’s side, holding her hand tightly. She looked nearly as nervous as Chloe felt.

“Ready?” Nettie asked.

Her heart pounding, Chloe gave a slow nod.

Nettie gave her a reassuring smile. “Relax. This will be great.” She angled the dildo towards the entrance to Chloe’s vagina, then gently pushed her hips forward.

For a second or two, it felt like the dildo was too big to go in, but then it suddenly did, and Chloe gasped. Very gradually, Nettie penetrated her further, proceeding inch by inch. It didn’t really hurt—Chloe had taken care of any real obstruction with her fingers long ago—but it felt uncomfortably thick at first. Nettie paused once the dildo was in as far as it would go, though, and Chloe got used to the size of it soon enough.

“You okay?” Nettie murmured, studying Chloe’s face for any sign of discomfort.

“I think so. I feel… I dunno, really filled up,” Chloe said, a little embarrassed. Nettie’s toy felt much bigger inside than the two fingers that she’d become accustomed to.

Nettie smiled. “Yeah. That’s good. Just wait, though. It’ll feel great, you’ll see. I’m gonna start moving, okay?”

“Okay.”

Nettie began a careful back and forth motion, withdrawing until only the tip remained, then penetrating her up to the hilt. The more Chloe got used to the feeling, the better it was and soon she was panting in time with Nettie’s slow, even thrusts.

“How is it?” Alex wanted to know. Her eyes were fixed on Chloe’s sex and the dildo moving in and out, in and out.

“It’s—ah!—feeling p-pretty good—mmm—right now.”

“Do you want it slower? Faster? Harder?” Nettie asked.

“I… I think it’s good like this.” Chloe could feel it deep inside, her slow, steady climb to yet another climax.

Alex reached out to caress Chloe’s boobs, teasing her nipples and making them stiffen.

“Mmmm.” Chloe turned to kiss her friend, but it soon proved difficult to concentrate on making out with all this deliciously distracting stimulation that competed for her attention.

Alex chose to let Chloe catch her breath, and put her mouth to another use. She took a nipple between her lips and flicked it with her tongue.

“Mmm yesss,” Chloe moaned as Alex covered her chest with licks and kisses, then gazed up at Nettie. “Harder now,” she begged, her need now grown especially urgent.

Nettie was happy to comply, and promptly increased the force and rhythm of her strokes, drawing a long, keening cry from Chloe’s lips.

Alex raised up to watch, staring thoughtfully at the dildo as it pistoned back and forth between Chloe’s legs. A mischievous smile spread across her lips, then she winked at Chloe, moving down until her face was only a few inches from the action.

“Yeah, lick her clit. Make her come,” Nettie said in a voice husky with exertion.

“Aaah! God! Fuck! YES!” Chloe blurted incoherently when she felt Alex’s tongue teasing her engorged clitoris. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. Nettie’s strap-on sliding into her, Alex’s tongue flicking her bud, the thick aroma of pussy that filled the room—it felt like every nerve in her body was firing with pure bliss.

And then her orgasm hit, and the ecstasy Chloe felt was all but indescribable. Her body bucked and writhed beneath Nettie’s thrusts, her fingers clawed at the sheets. She cried out again and again as the sisters showed no mercy, not relenting until she was completely spent.

Finally, she went limp, shaking, too weak to even open her eyes. She felt Nettie gently withdraw from her, and Alex snuggled in close, resting her head on Chloe’s heaving chest. She felt all gross and sweaty, but her friend didn’t seem to mind.

It took quite a while to catch her breath, but when Chloe could at last blink her eyes open, she found Nettie lying on her left, now minus the strap-on, with Alex nestling into her on the right.

“So… fun, huh?” Nettie’s smirk made it clear that she already knew the answer.

“Holy shit.” Chloe laughed, shaking her head. “You were right, that was so great.”

“I figured. Gotta be honest, though, you’ll probably be a bit sore for a while.”

“I guess.” Chloe could already tell that her vagina ached a little, but in the afterglow of such incredible sex, she didn’t mind at all. “It was worth it.”

Nettie gave her a tender kiss, then playfully licked a nipple before resting her cheek against Chloe’s breast. On the right side, Alex copied her sister, her tongue tracing a circle around the other nipple.

Grinning foolishly, Chloe hugged both girls to herself. They remained like that for some time—lying quietly, at peace with the world. Before long, a touch of drowsiness clouded Chloe’s mind.

Suddenly, her eyes flickered open. Whoa, think I drifted off there for a minute, she thought.

Just above her, she saw Nettie and Alex sharing a passionate kiss. Amused, she propped up the pillow, giving herself a better view of the two sexy sisters.

She’d probably have to go home soon, but for now she relaxed, enjoying the beautiful sight of her friends making out. Stupid school starting tomorrow, she thought, and sighed. Sure wish there were a few more weeks of vacation.

Still, Chloe had to admit, she’d had a pretty amazing summer. On that last day of school, she couldn’t have imagined in a million years that she’d end up here, naked in bed with Nettie, the girl she’d had a mad crush on for ages, as well as her best friend Alex, who just happened to be Nettie’s kid sister… all three of them resting up from an evening of crazy awesome sex. Chloe still found it hard to believe.

In short, her life had taken a pretty great turn. Sure, they’d have less time for sexy fun once school commenced, but she knew they’d find ways to get together. She wasn’t quite sure what the future held in store, what steamy new experiences awaited her, but it seemed certain that Alex and Nettie would be part of it, at least for a long while.

For the moment, though, the sisters were wasting no time getting up to no good. Nettie had now crawled halfway over Chloe and was pushing her little sister down with a deep kiss. Judging by the muffled moans that issued from Alex, it sounded as if  Nettie’s hand was already busy between her legs.

Though still feeling winded, Chloe made an effort to sit up. She did want another taste of both girls before going home…

The End?

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Strip For Me

  • Posted on July 8, 2019 at 2:15 pm

by Alexander Hall

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in February 2015 }

I grew up basically normal. Despite the environment, I was raised in, I really was not the maladjusted youth many would expect of me.  Now the reason I say this is because of what my mother does for a living.

My mom is a stripper. She’s been one my whole life. She was one before I was born and at 37 she still works the stage. She had me one year after she started stripping. She went home with a guy she was dancing for and, despite being on the pill, I was conceived that night.

She had to take a break for a while once she started to show. Thankfully, she’d been very popular at the club she worked at, so they were happy with letting her take some time off. A year after I was born, and she’d lost the baby weight, she went right back. They welcomed her with open arms and apparently the news that Crystalline, her stage name, was coming back was a huge event. The only change was that she no longer went home with customers. She didn’t want another illegitimate child.

Now, there was a reason Mom was a popular act. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She was a brunette, with sharp blue eyes and a button nose. She had very full lips, and she was very trim. Still, her biggest grab was her big, heart-shaped butt and generous breasts. She usually brought home between 800 and 1100 dollars a night, so we were never hard up for money.

Mom was proud of being a stripper, and did not give a hoot in hell for the judgments of others. Many moms at school would slander her, but she never cared. It did hurt me some, socially, as people did not want to hang with the “Stripper’s Daughter,” but I took it in stride. I loved Mom, and what she did to survive was her choice. She could have gone to college, or something like that, but she enjoyed the stage and felt it was a good career for her.

I was intrigued often by her job, and for a few years I considered doing it myself, but Mom shot that down fast. She wanted me to go to college, and do more with myself. What she did was good for her, but not something she wanted for me. Now, I probably would have been a success at stripping. I was basically a slightly less endowed version of Mom; I was taller, my breasts were a cup size smaller and I was a blonde, but otherwise we looked much alike.

Now look, I’m not gay, not exactly. I like guys okay, but women and girls really get my motor purring. And for some reason my mother’s job always intrigued me. I always wanted to see what it looked like, watching Mom removing her clothes for other people’s enjoyment. I never really viewed my mother in a sexual way, but for some reason, I really wanted to watch her strip.

It wasn’t like I had some desire to just see her naked. I had seen that before. Being a successful stripper, she had built a practice room in our home so she could work on new material. A few times, I had entered the room while she was working on her routine, so I had often seen her topless. I had never seen her pussy though; she never took her panties off when practicing.

After a while, the craving to see my mother strut her stuff in the nude was becoming an obsession.

I finally got my chance to see her on my eighteenth birthday. Here’s how it happened, and what it led to.

Since we were never worried about money, I basically had everything I needed. Mom always found it hard to shop for me, so she often asked me what I wanted for Christmas or my birthday. Knowing this was coming, I thought this would be my chance to see if I could finally get my wish.

About a week before my birthday, Mom came into the kitchen for breakfast and asked me. “So sweetie, you have a big birthday coming up.” She smiled. “My little girl is finally an adult. So… is there anything really special you want for your birthday?”

I knew exactly what I wanted, but I was still nervous to say it. This was not something a normal girl asked her mom for. My heart was pounding, but I had to ask. The worst that could happen is that she’d say no. Yeah, she might get angry, but I had to do it.

I took a deep breath and swallowed, to calm my nerves. “Yeah, Mom, there is something I really want, but it’s not something you can buy.”

Mom looked confused. I looked her right in the eye as I prepared to bite the bullet.

“I know this is a strange request, especially because I’m your daughter, but I do have one thing I want for my birthday.” Mom was looking at me with open curiosity in her eyes. “I want you to strip for me, Mom. I want you to give me a show like you give your customers.”

Mom’s jaw dropped in shock. “Angelina, you want me, your mother, to strip for you?” I nodded. “I never would have expected this from you. Tell me something, why would you want that?”

I felt a little more at ease now. She didn’t say no, not yet, and she didn’t seem angry. “I’ve always been intrigued by your job, how you can so easily expose yourself to others. You remember how I once wanted to follow in your footsteps? I just want to see how you do it. I want to see you perform.”

She sat in silence for a bit, and it was tense. I was scared of her response. Then she spoke. “Well, baby, it’s an odd request, but I might be able to fulfill it. Give me some time to think, okay?”

I nodded. Oh, my GOD. It could happen, I might get to see my mother strip!

For the next week, I often caught her deep in thought. I knew she was pondering my request. I did not push her. I wanted Mom to do this of her own free will.

I woke up on my birthday a week later; still no answer. I hoped she’d say yes, but prepared myself for a refusal.

After dressing, I headed down to the kitchen for my birthday breakfast. Every year, she made me my favorite: a full course of pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage and home fries. Normally this would take too long for her to make, as she was always coming home as I was getting up and she’d be too tired to make such a meal. On my birthday, that was not the case. She always took that day and the day beforehand off.

She was smiling at me as she served me my food. As I ate, she finally spoke. “Angie, I have had a lot of time to think about your request.” I stopped eating at that moment, my heart again pounding. “I will admit, it’s a little odd, but after some thought, I decided that it’s not that big a deal. So yes, I’ll strip for you. Meet me in my practice room tonight.”

I nearly jumped for joy. I would finally see my Mom dance naked.

I barely remember the rest of that day. I was in a fog, anticipating the night. I went out with my friends and all, but I raced home later around eight.

When I got home, Mom was in her bedroom, getting ready. She told me to go to the practice room and wait for her there.

I went downstairs and headed for the room. It had been a guest room when she bought the house, but she converted it when she started making more money. The interior looked like a miniature strip club. In the center was a checkerboard tile floor with a stripper pole in the center of it. The ceiling was fitted with lights and speakers. There was another door on the other side of the room, hidden behind a curtain which also hid a small control board. A few feet from the “stage” was a red leather booth-like couch. It basically looked identical to the one at club where she worked.

The lights in the room were at full brightness. I walked to the seat and sat down, my heart starting to pound.

Five minutes later, I heard the other door open and close. I did not even know what she was wearing. My heart beat faster knowing my present was on the other side of that curtain, and then I heard the click of a switch from the control board.

The lights in her practice room were dimmed, and I heard the beginnings of her signature song list start. I knew these songs well, I heard them often when she began her practice routines. My heart began to pound as I heard a recording of her club’s DJ come through. “La-dies and gen-tle-men. Everyone’s favorite erotic dancer, Crystalline!” 

With that, Mom came out from the side and began her strut to the center of the stage. She was wearing her most popular outfit. The top was a semi-transparent button up blouse, matched with her denim booty shorts. It hid very little. I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks and the deep valley of her cleavage. My heart jumped at seeing her in this. I did not see her eyes yet. Then she shot her head up and look me right in the eye as she grabbed the pole and began to swing around it, highlighting her start by blowing a kiss at me. This made my heart jump.

She stopped twirling about the pole after a few turns, stopping dead in front of it. Her back was to me as she began to grind her body against the pole as it rested between her breasts. As she gyrated, she thrust her ass at me. The sight of it in those tight shorts was so enticing that I practically began to hyperventilate. I wanted to reach out and touch her ass, fill my hands with it, but I held back. For now, I just wanted to enjoy the show.

I was starting to get turned on, my panties beginning to moisten. I was so engrossed in the view of Mom’s luscious backside that I was caught off guard when she suddenly twirled around and began to rub her butt against the pole. My eyes briefly met hers, and she just kept up that seductive smile.

In the periphery of my vision, I could see her breasts shaking and jiggling, and soon my eyes were drawn to them. Unconsciously, I licked my lips as I watched her tits bounce around. Mom’s top and bra were both very skimpy, and I could see that her nipples were very hard. I could feel an urge in the back of my mind, feeling myself wanting to lean forward and suck them.

She suddenly stopped grinding and her arms came down from above her head. She ran her hands down her body, over her tits, her sides and her hips, before returning to the first fastening of her top. She winked at me, smiling wickedly, before tearing it open. As it parted, her tits were thrust toward me as they continued to bounce. They fought their confinement in her white lace bra, straining to burst free.

There was an itch in my hands, and it intensified as I fought against reaching for Mom and taking her right then and there. I was so engrossed in Mom’s breasts that I did not even notice as she smoothly slid off her top and tossed it to one side. I licked my lips again, and I could feel my snatch beginning to moisten my panties.

God, she’s good. She hasn’t even touched me and she’s making me so fucking hot, I thought.

Mom turned away again, resuming her grinding and thrusting her ass at me. Then she began to ride the pole, climbing up its length and holding herself off of the floor. Holding the pole with her thighs and one hand, she looked at me again and slowly spun around the pole, sliding down until she was standing again, then her hands went to her hips.

I watched intently as she spun away from me and slid her shorts down her legs. I was greeted by the sight of her creamy ass, fully visible in her skimpy G-string. Mom worked the shorts to her ankles, all the while continuing to shake her luscious rump in my direction.

I was gasping in amazement as she once again gripped the pole, jumped onto it and spun around it and kicked off her shorts. I stared, more turned on than I’ve ever been as I viewed my mother in her skimpiest underwear. Despite the dark color of her G-string, I could see a wet spot forming on Mom’s crotch. My God — she was getting turned on by this!

She took one more turn, stopped again in front of the pole and then, a lustful look in her eyes, she began to walk toward me. My breath caught as she came closer.

I couldn’t help but moan when Mom wrapped both arms around me, encircling my neck. She said not a word, just continued to smile as she began to undulate against me.

My eyes widened in shock when she brought her lips to mine and kissed me. Our lips were crushed together for an instant before Mom’s tongue slipped into my mouth.

Jesus, Jesus — I could not believe that my mother was kissing me like a lover. I responded quickly, though, my tongue meeting and tangling with hers.

Mom continued to grind her body into mine as she Frenched me. Our breasts were pressed tightly together, teasing my nipples to aching stiffness while she worked her ass into my lap. Suddenly breaking our kiss, Mom raised herself up until my face was buried in her bra-encased tits. I could barely breathe, but didn’t really care all that much as she rubbed those gorgeous breasts against my face.

She drew away just enough for me to catch my breath, gasping heavily as she leaned back and reached behind to undo her bra. I watched in amazement as she removed one strap, then the other, slowly peeling the cups from her chest. I could not see much yet, because her long hair spilled over her nipples. I don’t know how she did that, but it somehow made her strip tease that much more enticing.

She leaned forward and kissed me briefly, with a quick flash of tongue, before she leaned back again. With a quick toss, she threw her hair back and let her bra drop to the floor, and then my mom’s breasts were bared for me.

It was an awesome sight, Her nipples were very hard, begging to be sucked, and I could feel my lips pulsing, wishing to answer their call.

Now topless, Mom again embraced and kissed me, grinding against me again.

Too soon for me, she broke our kiss and rose again. Her breasts were in my face once more, and she rubbed them against me, purposely brushing my lips with her nipples. She’d stop in the middle of each pass, and I soon got the message.

On her fifth pass and stop, I opened my lips and began to suck her hard nubbin. “Oooooh.” She mewed as I suckled. I felt a jolt shoot through my body as I took her nipple between my lips.

She quickly popped it out and moved her other tit to my mouth, and I sucked it too. I was very wet now. I could not believe that my own mother was getting me so hot. I didn’t want to stop suckling, but I had to as she pulled away and turned her back to me.

She began to moan as she ground her ass in my lap, back and forth over my crotch. As my mother continued her lap dance for me, I could now see she was going all out for this performance.

My vision was almost totally filled by her sensuous curves. I couldn’t take my eyes off her butt, even as she stopped grinding and seductively strolled back to the pole. My heart was beating fast, and my breathing was heavy. I could feel a deep itch in my pussy and hands, both were trembling with need. My hands and cunt both wanted to be filled.

I was entranced as I watched her again twirl about the pole. It was so hot to watch her work her pussy against the pole and slide it between her bare tits.

I was hoping to soon see her remove that last stitch of clothing. It was all that she wore now. Again she stopped in front of the pole, facing away from me, and put her hands to her hips as she continued to dance. I was focused on her wonderful butt as she continued to undulate it back and forth toward me, and as her ass jiggled, she began to slide that tiny G-string down off to reveal her ass.

My mouth watered as Mom’s bottom was bared to me, and the spread of her cheeks allowed me a small glance of her rosebud which, I could now see, she’d had bleached.

When the panties reached her knees, she turned her head to me again, blowing me another kiss. She looked away again when they reached her ankles. She shot up then, her ass and tits shaking as she did, and with a high kick of her left leg, she flicked the last garment away. Now, standing in front of me was my mother, completely naked. She stood erect against her pole, then turned to face me.

I gasped as I viewed her  body. For the first time, I saw her pussy bare, and it was fully shaven. I licked my lips as she again walked up to me, embracing me again as she sat in my lap. I did not even have time to blink as she once again kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth.

I was very hot, I could feel sweat building all over me, and my panties were very sticky at this point. My mind was blank as I made out with my naked mother. The smooth skin of her back was making my fingers tingle, and I could feel her ass against my thighs. My hands again trembled, begging to be filled.

I could not resist any more, and my hands went straight to her bottom. She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her ass while we continued to kiss. I did not want this kiss to end. I had never been this turned on. I could feel my face flush and my chest rise and fall rapidly. I was so out of it I didn’t even notice when she pulled away.

I was about to protest, but Mom silenced it when she turned around and leaned her head back to put her lips back to mine. She then grabbed my hands as we kissed and pressed them to her tits. They felt so good in my hands. I squeezed and kneaded those glorious mounds, then started to play with her nipples. I pulled them and pinched them, rolled them and flicked them.

She was moaning heavily into my mouth, and my nose caught a new scent. It was one unfamiliar, yet somehow known to me. It was my mother’s pussy. She was very turned on by this display for me. I could almost feel her juices wetting my jeans. I was very close now. I could not believe I was about to come from watching my mother strip.

I was disappointed again as she parted her lips from mine, then slid back onto the floor. She knelt before me, her legs spread and leaning back, stretching out and pushing out her chest. I gasped as all her charms were revealed to me. It was definitely the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Soon, she looked me in the eyes again, smiling wickedly and beckoning me with her finger. I reached out and pulled her back into my lap, and we resumed our kiss.

I suddenly felt a whoosh of air as she broke the kiss and stood above me, her legs spread. Her cunt was now in my face, and the smell of her pussy flooded my nostrils. I was shocked but pleased when she grabbed my head and ground her cunt in my face. I could tell what she was asking for, and I opened my mouth and put my tongue to her sex.

“Ooooh. Yesss,” She moaned as my tongue parted her lips. As soon as I tasted her, I came. I moaned hard into her snatch, continuing to lick. I had never imagined myself doing this, but at that moment, it felt right, and I found that I loved the taste of her womanly center.

“Mmmmm, that’s a good girl. Make Crystalline come, you pretty minx,” she said to me — talking to me as if I was a customer, not her daughter. She would not let my head go, and I worked my tongue deep into her and within a few minutes, Mom came in my mouth.

I gasped for breath as she stepped back, then sat in my lap again. Her lips went to mine again and for the next five minutes, we kissed as I felt her tits and ass. She told me later this is how she ended every private show like this.

I was very satisfied now. I had finally seen my mother’s act. I knew I was definitely not the first woman she’d done a private show for. Half, maybe more of her regular customers were women.

Breaking our kiss, I looked her in the eye, my hand still on her breast as she sat to my side on my lap. “Do you do that with every customer, Mom?” I asked her.

“No, honey… what I gave you is what I do only for very special customers. I normally charge three hundred dollars for that kind of performance.” I was shocked.

“So you gave me the VIP package? You didn’t have to do that.” I told her.

She just smiled at me. “I know Angie, but it’s your birthday, you deserve something special.” She smiled and kissed me one more time, before getting out of my lap. “Happy birthday, honey.” She said, before she went out the door and left the room, still naked. She made sure to tease me with a final sexy shake of her ass. I sat there for a few minutes, still reeling, before I got up and left the room.

Nothing like that ever happened again between Mom and me. My curiosity was sated. I’d finally seen my mother strip, and that was enough. She told me despite how unusual that night was, she did enjoy it.

Neither of us felt any shame afterward, but both of us felt it should remain a one-time thing. I’m fine with that, and I’m happy that despite what occurred that night, it did not change my relationship with Mom. We’re still pretty much the same mother and daughter we were before that night. We were probably just a little closer now than before.

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Unexpected Delights, Chapter 9

  • Posted on July 6, 2019 at 2:08 pm

by No One 

“Slow down, Chloe. You’re going to get a tummy ache.”

Chloe paused, the fork halfway to her mouth. She’d been wolfing down her birthday cake, impatient to meet up with Alex and Nettie for some more “celebration”—the sexy kind, she hoped! In their brief phone conversation, Alex had mentioned having some surprises for her. That sure sounded promising… though she suspected that they wouldn’t be the kind of surprises she could tell her mom about.

“Sorry, Mom. But your cake is really good!” It was quite delicious, in fact. Chocolate had always been her favorite.

“Thanks, honey, but it’s even better if you take the time to enjoy it.”

Chloe forced herself to slow down. Even though she was anxious to get over to Alex’s as soon as possible, a few minutes more wouldn’t really make a difference. She’d already been struggling with her horniness for the past week while staying with her dad, after all. Oh, she’d made herself come a few times, of course, but while that was an enjoyable distraction, it couldn’t even compare to real sex.

It was funny how quickly she’d gotten used to having sex on a regular basis. Just a couple months ago, she’d assumed that her first sexual experience would be years away. These days, it was hard to imagine life without sex with Nettie. And now that Alex was in on the fun…

Thinking back to the last time they were together—more specifically, to how she’d tricked Nettie into playing with her own little sister’s pussy—was enough to make Chloe wet, and she fervently hoped that her mother didn’t notice her flushed cheeks.

As soon as she’d swallowed the last bite of cake, Chloe bounced to her feet, downing the last of her glass of milk as she made her way to the kitchen, and put the tableware into the dishwasher. Returning to the family room, she said, “Well, I’m going over to Alex’s. Later, Mom.”

Her mother frowned. “Leaving already? You just got back. I’ve barely had time to see you.”

“Yeah, but Alex wanted to see me for my birthday. And we didn’t get to hang out for like a week, so…”

“I guess your mom isn’t ‘cool’ enough to ‘hang out’ with…”

Chloe cringed, wondering why grownups loved to put audible quotes around perfectly normal words. Her mom definitely wasn’t cool enough for… anything. Especially not for what she really wanted to do with Alex. “Uh…” she began, unsure of how to politely put a stop to the conversation.

Her mother just smiled, though. “Oh, it’s all right. Go on, I’ll see you later.”

“Okay!” Chloe nodded, relieved that she wouldn’t have to argue. “Thanks for the food. And the present!” she called out as she walked out the door, waving with her brand new phone in hand.

Once outside, she started off at a jog towards Alex’s place. It was only a few houses down, so she didn’t really need to run, but the excitement she was feeling got the better of her—especially since she knew that Alex and Nettie’s mom was out.

At the door, she took a few seconds to catch her breath and attempt to comb her hair with her fingers. She’d never really cared about looking good for Alex before, but now things were a little different. She doubted her friend would even notice, but still, she wanted to appear at her best.

She knocked and waited a moment, then the door opened to reveal Alex, looking very fine herself. Admiring her friend’s petite figure, accentuated by a tight t-shirt and shorts, Chloe once again marveled at how she’d never realized how attractive Alex was, not until recently.

“Hey there, birthday girl. Welcome back.” Alex stepped back to let Chloe inside, then wrapped both arms around her for a big hug. “Happy birthday!”

“Thanks.” Chloe smiled, holding her friend tightly for a moment.

As they began to pull apart, their eyes met and a wordless… something passed between them. A seductive something. Maybe it was because the close contact reminded them both of the last time they were together, but there was definitely a flirtatious allure to the look they exchanged.

Despite her eagerness, Chloe hadn’t really intended to start kissing her friend as soon as she was through the door, but now… The proximity, their faces barely two inches apart, was making her heart beat faster. Lost within Alex’s mesmerizing green eyes, she felt herself lean forward, almost unwittingly, until their lips touched.

She’d half-expected Alex to pull back in surprise, but on the contrary, the girl welcomed the kiss with enthusiasm, quickly putting passion into it. In fact, it was Chloe who was a little shocked when she felt Alex’s tongue slip into her mouth. She certainly hadn’t imagined her friend taking the lead so swiftly, but she was more than happy to let their tongues tangle, the kiss instantly turning red-hot.

It still felt a little strange to make out with her best friend, this girl she’d known since kindergarten, but it was also very exciting. There was a certain taboo thrill to it, like kissing a sister—and that thought only turned Chloe on all the more.

“W-Wow…” she breathed when their lips parted.

Alex gave a casual shrug, as if they’d been doing that sort of thing forever, though there was a hint of a blush to her cheeks. “What? I missed you.”

Chloe grinned. “I see that!” She was ready to keep making up for lost time, right there and then, but Alex was already walking off towards the living room.

“And anyway,” Alex added over her shoulder, “I have to be extra nice to you on your birthday, right?” There was a seductive sway to her hips that Chloe had never noticed before.

She’s Nettie’s sister, all right, Chloe thought, assuming the display was for her benefit—and it was definitely having the intended effect. “Yeah, totally!” she said as she followed Alex. “So… are you gonna be ‘nice’ some more?”

Alex made a show of thinking about it. “Hmm… maybe later,” she replied, acting coy as she plopped down on the couch.

“Tease!” Chloe sat down as well, really close, then took a look around. “Nettie isn’t here?” she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. She was eager to see the older girl, but didn’t want Alex to think Nettie was all she cared about.

“She’ll be back soon. Nettie went to… borrow something.”

“Borrow something?”

“Oh, you’ll see.” Alex flashed a knowing smile, then quickly changed the subject before Chloe could get anything more out of her, “So, how was it at your dad’s?”

“Well, it was… you know, very… middle of nowhere. My phone didn’t get a signal most of the time.” Chloe grimaced, recalling that particular horror. “But like, the woods are nice, I guess. Um, we went fishing, too.”

“Fishing,” Alex repeated. “Like, with the whole… rowboat thing?” She mimed rowing and casting with a fishing rod.

“Uh-huh. Rowboat in the lake, with the fishing hat and tons of mosquitoes and everything.” Seeing her friend’s noncommittal expression, Chloe leaned in to stage whisper, “It’s as boring as you think.”

Alex chuckled. “Sorry to hear.”

“Ah, it wasn’t all bad. It was nice to just hang out with Dad. I don’t really get to see him that often.” Chloe hesitated a moment, then decided to try steering the conversation in a more interesting direction. “Still, it was a long week, without… well, you know… Um, I really missed you, too.”

Alex wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh, I bet you did. Perv.”

Laughing, Chloe playfully elbowed her friend. “Don’t give me that. I bet you felt just the same. Who’s the one who kissed me as soon as I got in?”

“Nuh-uh. You kissed me.”

“Well, fine, but you added the tongue.”

“Are you complaining?”

All throughout the exchange, Chloe had been inching closer, while Alex teasingly backed out of reach, but now there was no more room on the couch to retreat. “Not at all,” Chloe said, leaning over her friend.

Though a little bit of color rose to Alex’s cheeks, she met Chloe’s gaze with a sensual challenge in her eyes. It was a surprisingly quick change of attitude from the shy and hesitant girl she’d been only a week before, but that suited Chloe just fine.

Their lips met, and they found themselves locked in another kiss. Chloe wasn’t quite sure which of them had initiated it, but this time, she was going to be the one taking things further, thrusting her tongue into Alex’s welcoming mouth. The fiery French kiss sent delicious tingles all over her body. Truly, there was nothing better than making out with a beautiful girl.

Until you took the next step, anyway. Unable to resist, Chloe brought a hand to her friend’s chest, cupping a budding breast through the thin fabric. Alex’s immediate moan told her that the girl was just as eager as she felt. She teased the nipple as they continued to kiss, quickly bringing it to stiffness against her palm. She’d suspected that Alex wasn’t wearing a bra… now, she was certain of it.

Their lips finally parted after a long moment, both of them a little out of breath. “Mmm,” Alex purred, sexy music to the ear. Then her eyes fixed on a point behind Chloe. “Oh,” she said.

Chloe glanced back to see what had grabbed her friend’s attention, and her eyes found Nettie, a bag in one hand, leaning against a wall and observing them, the usual seductive smirk on her lips.

“Bus-ted,” the newcomer said as she strode towards them.

Chloe offered a sheepish smile, unsure of how Nettie would view the situation. At the very least, it was a lot less embarrassing than the last time she’d been caught fooling around on this couch.

The older girl didn’t seem annoyed—or even surprised, really—to find her little sister and Chloe making out, though. “Started without me, huh?” was all she said.

Did that mean Nettie intended to join them? Chloe liked where this was going. Laughing, she got up to her feet for a hug, but it seemed the teenager had other plans. Dropping her bag on the coffee table, Nettie took hold of Chloe’s face with both hands and brought their mouths together in a heated French kiss.

Chloe suddenly found herself in another passionate make-out session, this time with the older girl. Switching partners between the two sisters was making her lightheaded and weak at the knees. A wave of excitement spread through her body, stoking her lust to the boiling point.

“Happy birthday,” Nettie said once she’d let go of Chloe, a playful smile on her lips and her beguiling eyes shining with mischief.

“Wow, t-thanks,” Chloe said, breathless. Glancing at Alex, she saw that her friend seemed unfazed by what had just happened. There might even be a little smile at the corner of her mouth. Were the sisters now comfortable with “sharing” her? If so, things were going even better than Chloe could have hoped.

“So, thirteen years old, huh?” Nettie was saying. “How does it feel to be a teenager?”

“Not really any different, I guess,” Chloe said, shrugging. “Except now, I get hot kisses on my birthday,” she added with a grin.

“Some birthday parties definitely get more fun as you grow up,” Nettie said, winking.

Chloe was trying to picture just what kind of fun the older teen had planned when a chime from her pocket broke into her reverie. Pulling out her phone, she read the text from her mom, then rolled her eyes. “Ugh. My mom says not to get back too late ‘cause school is starting tomorrow,” she explained. “Like I needed to be reminded of that! Oh, but check out the new phone she got me. Pretty sweet, right?”

Nettie made a face. “Spoiled brat. Alex, why doesn’t Mom get me a new phone?”

“I believe the argument was something like… ‘you can get a job and buy one yourself,’ ” Alex replied, sounding as if she took a little too much pleasure in it.

“Hmph. Well, I spent all the money I was saving for that on presents for this one,”—Nettie nodded towards Chloe—”so she damn well better appreciate them.”

Chloe perked up, all smiles. “Presents?”

“I helped too,” Alex pointed out. “It was pretty tricky, though, trying to beg money from Mom without showing her what we were spending it on.”

“Secret presents?” Chloe grinned wider. “Are they in this?” She tried to peer into the bag Nettie had just brought in, but the girl snatched it away.

“No. That’s for later,” Nettie said sternly, which piqued Chloe’s interest even more. “What do you think, Alex? Does she deserve a present?”

“Hmmm…” Alex tapped her chin, considering Chloe dubiously.

“Come on, you guys,” Chloe begged, laughing.

Alex shrugged. “Well, I guess we can give it to her… since, you know, we bought the stuff already.”

“Fair point.” Nettie nodded. “Come on, then,” she said before walking off towards her room.

Chloe followed eagerly, burning with curiosity.

The sisters seated themselves on the bed, then Nettie reached down, pulled a wrapped box from underneath and wordlessly handed it to Chloe, who was standing before them.

“I wrapped it. She’s so bad at that,” Alex felt the need to mention, earning her a playful shove from Nettie.

Chloe shook the fairly large, rectangular box close to her ear, which didn’t provide much of a clue regarding its content, just the generic sound of something shifting inside. Shrugging, she tore off the wrapping paper with wild abandon to reveal a plain grey box. She burst out laughing when she lifted the cover and saw what was inside: a little black tank top with the word “tease” in pink letters on the front, the very same one that she’d tried on at the mall a week ago.

“Oh, and the skirt, too!” Chloe squealed when she noticed the faux-leather black skirt under the top, the one that she had worn for her little modeling session in the dressing room. Alex had taken the photos, just before she and Chloe kissed for the first time. “That’s so cool, thank you!”

“You looked so damn good in those pictures, I just had to see you wearing these in person,” Nettie said.

“Oh, I see, so the gift isn’t just for me, huh?”

Nettie chuckled. “You could say that. Got a place to stash those so your mom won’t find ‘em?”

Chloe thought about it for a moment. “I have a big teddy bear with a hidden pouch… that could work. She’d never look there. And Mom has me help out with the laundry, so I could wash those myself.” She’d only be able to wear this sexy outfit when she was with Nettie, Alex, or both, but that was reason enough to own it.

“Good. ‘Cause there’s more,” Nettie said, nodding towards the box.

“Oh?” Curious, Chloe riffled through the package, moving the clothes aside. Her eyes went wide at what she found underneath. “Oh! Wow!” The matching red bra-and-panties set was simply gorgeous. And very sexy. All lacy, with a flowery pattern featuring plenty of sheer areas, it would leave very little to the imagination. The “panties” were actually barely more than a small triangle with thin strings attached.

She looked from the skimpy lingerie to her friends, mouth agape. The girls seemed quite pleased with her reaction.

“And I bet you’ll look even better in those,” Nettie said. “Why don’t you model for us?”

Chloe’s smile slowly grew into a wide grin as she considered putting on her new outfit and showing off for the sisters. The underwear would easily be the most indecent thing she’d ever worn, and the thought thrilled her to bits. “Okay! Be right back,” she said, taking her sexy presents with her towards the bathroom.

“You can change in here, y’know!” Nettie called out after her.

Chloe poked her head back into Nettie’s room. “Nuh-uh, I don’t think so. You guys made me beg for my presents, now you gotta wait to see me in ‘em.” She sauntered off, leaving the two girls laughing behind her.

Alone in the bathroom, Chloe examined her new lingerie more closely, finding it amazingly soft to the touch. Just holding it felt sexy. “Wow,” she said out loud, shaking her head at the string panties, which were admittedly a little ridiculous… still, she couldn’t wait to try them on.

After quickly stripping down, it took her a moment to figure out which way to put the panties on. Then, lifting them up her legs, she hesitated an instant before pulling them up until they fit snugly against her sex. The back string slid into the crack of her butt, making her giggle. It quickly became clear that this wouldn’t be too comfortable as everyday underwear, but that wasn’t really its main purpose, anyway. As a garment that made her feel very sexy, it sure did the job.

She spun around, observing herself in the mirror, her eyes widening at the sight. The underwear was even more revealing than she had imagined. Her ass was practically bare, and the covered area in the front still offered glimpses of her vulva through the sheer material.

Chloe felt a little embarrassed as she realized how… slutty she looked. But as she imagined how the others would react when they saw her in it, a smile—a rather Nettie-like smirk, at that—spread across her lips. Maybe slutty isn’t so bad when it’s with the right people, she decided.

Next came the matching bra. It was a lovely piece of garment, the lace pattern beautiful and intricate, the fabric silky against her skin. She discovered after some confusion that it clasped at the front, unlike every other bra she’d owned. “Why don’t they make ‘em all this way? This is a lot easier,” she muttered to herself.

She turned back to her reflection and decided she liked what she saw very much. The bra was almost as revealing as the panties. Though her nipples were concealed behind the embroidery, the shape of her breasts was plain for all to see.

Chloe flashed her most beguiling smile at the mirror image, cupping her boobs with both hands for good measure. She was hot, no two ways about it. And she couldn’t wait to see the other girls’ reaction.

She quickly slipped into the rest of her outfit, and a final glance at the mirror confirmed that it looked just as good as it had in the store’s dressing room. The top might be a little more alluring without the bra straps showing, but she just had to wear her new lingerie.

Making her way back to the bedroom, she found the sisters conversing in hushed tones. Huh. They sure are acting friendly today, she reflected, catching sight of Nettie idly playing with a strand of Alex’s hair. That thought was quickly forgotten when the girls turned towards her, though.

“Ta-dahhh!” Chloe exclaimed as she struck a pose, one leg forward and arms raised above her head. The stance had the intended effect of baring her midriff and lifting the hem of the skirt to her upper thigh. She held still for a moment, reveling in the attention of both girls as they ogled her.

“Mmm. Damn, girl. Looking even better than in those pictures.” Nettie’s appreciative gaze roamed over every inch of Chloe’s body. “What do you think, sis?” she added, resting her hand on Alex’s shoulder.

Sis? That’s new, Chloe thought. She couldn’t remember ever hearing Nettie call Alex that. These two were acting weird, but it was nice to see them getting along for once.

Alex nodded. “Yeah, really sexy,” she agreed, with a wink for Chloe. “But I’ve seen this part before, so I knew it’d look good.”

“That’s right, you have, haven’t you?” Nettie said. “Well, Chloe, I think we need to see the rest of the outfit. To make sure it was a worthwhile purchase, y’know?” She waited expectantly, that familiar smirk playing on her lips.

Chloe opened her mouth wide, then covered it, faking shock at this request— never mind that she had totally expected it. “Scandalous!” she declared, with an appalled expression and all the haughtiness she could muster. She considered making them beg to see more, but really, she wanted to show off just as much as Nettie and Alex wanted to see. She grinned as she dropped the act. “But yeah, okay!”

Wasting no time, Chloe whipped her top off in one quick motion and threw it at Nettie’s face, then got rid of her skirt nearly as swiftly, kicking it towards Alex. Pleased with herself, she struck a pose she’d seen models take before, with one hand behind her head and the other at her waist. Not long ago, she couldn’t have imagined flaunting her nearly-naked body like this, but now she managed it with just a touch of heat rising to her cheeks.

Annoyed noises from the sisters as they warded off flying clothes were quickly stifled when their eyes fell on Chloe, on display in her enticing new underthings. Nettie’s eyebrows shot up and she let out a low whistle as she slowly took in Chloe from head to toe. Alex, for her part, sat and stared, wide-eyed, as if it was the first time she’d seen Chloe at all.

After a good moment of gawking, Nettie turned to her little sister and said, “Yep. I’d say this was a good choice.”

Getting to her feet, Nettie walked over to wrap both arms around Chloe’s neck. “You are fucking hot, baby,” she said, before pressing her mouth to Chloe’s for a passionate French kiss.

Chloe felt herself melt into Nettie’s arms as their tongues began the familiar dance. The kiss was hungry and avid, and Chloe was elated that she was having such an effect on the older girl. She gave back as good as she got, and the kiss went on and on, fueling her desire.

“Hey, come on. I want some too,” Alex interrupted after a good while, arms folded impatiently, a pout on her lips. She got her wish, as both Chloe and Nettie burst out laughing, breaking their long kiss.

“So impatient, little sister,” Nettie said with a mock roll of her eyes. “But fine, I guess you can have a turn with the birthday girl.” She gave Chloe a playful shove, sending her towards Alex.

Chloe wasted no time climbing onto the bed to join her friend, and quickly found herself locked in an equally passionate kiss with the younger of the sisters. And with Nettie’s blessing, it seemed! Oh, yeah, this is definitely going to be my best birthday ever.

Alex leaned back against the pillows while they kissed and Chloe followed, finding herself halfway on top of her friend. She slipped a hand under Alex’s butt, pulling the girl tightly against her. Their tongues tangled eagerly, and Chloe marveled at how quickly Alex had become such an expert kisser.

“Y’know… there’s just one thing missing from your sexy outfit,” Nettie said after giving them a moment to savor their kiss.

“Oh? What’s that?” Chloe rolled off of Alex, giving Nettie a curious look.

The older girl was holding the mysterious bag she’d brought in earlier. Fishing about inside, she pulled out some kind of circle made of pink plush which, for some reason, she barely took out of the bag. “Here. Cute bracelet.”

Chloe inspected the thing dubiously. It seemed rather garish, and not at all her style. A very weird choice, she thought, but she didn’t want to offend her friends if they’d bought it for her. “Um… you think it works with this?” She nodded down at her lingerie.

“Sure, sure. Try it on.” Without waiting for an answer, Nettie opened the bracelet, then closed it around Chloe’s wrist with a rather final-sounding click.

It was then that Chloe noticed the odd-looking metallic part on the bracelet… and then the chain attached to it, going down into the bag. “Err, what?”

Quick as a striking snake, Nettie pulled another bracelet from the bag, linked to the first by that chain, and deftly passed it through the bars of the bed’s headboard. Suddenly, Alex seized Chloe’s other wrist and held it up so that Nettie could close the second “bracelet”—or handcuff, as it was quickly becoming clear—around it.

“What?” Chloe repeated. Attempting to free herself, she found she could only move her hands a few inches, and try as she might, there seemed to be no way out of the predicament. She gave the sisters a dirty look. They seemed quite pleased with themselves. “Very funny, you guys.”

“Just making sure you behave,” Nettie said. “After all, you were a very naughty girl the last time we were all on this bed together.”

“I… I was?” Chloe glanced from one girl to the other. She knew Nettie was referring to the trick Chloe had pulled to get the older girl to touch her little sister’s pussy, but… She’d figured the last thing Nettie wanted was for Alex to know about that.

“Oh, you know what you did.” Without warning, Nettie pressed her fingers against the front of Chloe’s panties, as if to illustrate her point.

“Ah!” Chloe gasped at the unexpected sensation. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, but the suddenness of the powerful feeling instinctively made her want to squirm away. The restraints didn’t give her room for that, though. Still, there was a certain thrill to it, she realized, being at Nettie’s mercy like this.

“Enjoying your new jewelry, are you?” Nettie smirked, as if reading Chloe’s mind. Her fingers traced circles on the crotch of the panties, pushing the soft fabric against Chloe’s vulva and making her gasp again. Turning to Alex, Nettie said, “This little slut is getting her present all wet. Very rude.”

Alex giggled. She seemed to be enjoying Chloe’s discomfiture a little too much. There needed to be some payback handed out for her part in this later, whenever Nettie got tired of her game and let Chloe go.

Slut, huh? Well, I do look the part… maybe I should act it, too. “You can take ‘em off, if you want,” she said, making her voice as sultry as she could.

“Maybe later.” Nettie seemed to have suddenly lost interest in pursuing what she had started, taking her hand away from Chloe’s sex. “Me and Alex have some business of our own to take care of first,” she said, crawling away on the bed, her little sister in tow.

“What? Business? Hey, don’t leave me here like this!”

“Oh, you’re definitely staying like that. But we’re not leaving, just having a… family moment. Feel free to enjoy the show, though.”

The show? Chloe arched a puzzled eyebrow as she watched the two girls move out of reach—not that she could actually reach anything—and kneel together, face to face at the foot of the bed.

Nettie reached out to touch Alex’s cheek—an uncommonly tender gesture for her—and they smiled at each other. Alex stole a nervous glance at Chloe, and her cheeks colored a little.

Wait a minute, they’re not gonna… no way!

But they did. Chloe’s jaw dropped as Nettie leaned forward and kissed her little sister square on the lips. And not a quick peck either, there was passion behind it. In fact, the two sisters soon had their tongues in each other’s mouth and, judging by how casually they were making out, this couldn’t have been the first time they’d done it.

Chloe could only stare, open-mouthed, at the incredibly erotic spectacle taking place in front of her. Sure, she’d idly fantasized about Nettie and Alex fooling around, but had never really thought it would happen. Now, a hundred questions popped into her mind, but she couldn’t give voice to them, enthralled as she was by the sisters’ steamy kiss. Anyhow, interrupting them was the last thing she wanted to do.

It didn’t look like there was any danger of that, though. The girls seemed to have forgotten she was there at all, lost in their own little world. Nettie pulled her little sister closer, and Alex was only too eager to crawl into the teenager’s lap, straddling her legs, all without breaking their kiss. They caressed one another while their tongues danced back and forth—Chloe not missing a second of it—until finally, perhaps out of breath, the girls drifted apart, gazing at each other with lust in their eyes.

“Holy shit!” Chloe blurted out, no longer able to keep quiet. “What… How… When did you…” She couldn’t focus on a single question at a time.

Her friends laughed. “Well… you were gone awhile,” Nettie began with a self-conscious shrug, not quite managing her usual nonchalance. “Girls have needs, y’know. One day, we just had to take matters into our own hands.” Leaning in, she briefly nibbled at Alex’s ear. “And maybe a few other times since.”

“Yeah, a few,” Alex agreed, and the sisters exchanged a knowing glance.

“But—”

“Hush now, you’re distracting us,” Nettie interrupted. Turning away from Chloe, her lips found Alex’s again, but didn’t linger this time, instead drifting down to nuzzle at her little sister’s neck.

Chloe opened her mouth, then closed it. Had these two been having sex all week without her? She wasn’t quite sure what to think of that. It sounded like she’d missed out on a lot, but… this probably wasn’t the best time to discuss it. Besides, she certainly couldn’t argue with the unbelievably sexy end results, now unfolding in front of her.

And Nettie wasn’t wasting any time. Lifting Alex’s shirt up to her chest, she ogled her little sister’s nascent breasts with hungry eyes. “Mmm, I love when you don’t wear a bra.”

“I know,” Alex replied, looking smug.

She quickly lost her composure, though, when Nettie fastened her mouth to a nipple. Alex moaned, putting a hand on the back of her big sister’s neck to hold her in place, though Nettie didn’t need the encouragement, sucking and licking the taut bud with abandon.

Even if she’d wanted to, Chloe couldn’t have torn her eyes away from the lewd spectacle. It was hotter than anything she could have imagined. She’d been wet before, but now her new panties were surely soaked through. She had to wonder if Alex’s lack of a bra was for her benefit, as she’d assumed earlier, or Nettie’s.

Without Chloe giving it much thought, one of her hands began to make its way down to the increasingly burning need between her legs. Her movement, however, was abruptly halted by the handcuff around her wrist. Chloe frowned at the device, annoyed.

“Behave, little girl,” Nettie said, noticing her predicament.

Chloe struggled a little, trying to find a way to get at least a bit more room to maneuver, but the chain made it impossible. She couldn’t even reach her breasts, much less her sex. She gave Nettie a piteous look, but the teenager only smirked at her.

Chloe sighed heavily, trying to make her frustration obvious, but Nettie had already lost interest, turning back to her half-naked sister. Slowly, she pushed Alex onto her back, lapping at her nipples all the while. Nuzzling along the younger girl’s ribs, she made her way down to Alex’s flat tummy, probing her belly button with a flick of the tongue.

Alex was squirming in a big way, clearly yearning for Nettie to get where she was going. Her big sister liked to tease, though, slipping her tongue under the waistband of Alex’s shorts, tantalizingly close to the goal but not quite enough to satisfy, judging by Alex’s frustrated huffs.

Clearly out of patience, Alex finally reached down to undo her shorts.

Nettie straightened up, chuckling. “In a hurry, are we?”

Alex glared at her sister. “Yes!”

“Take ‘em off, then.”

While Alex struggled out of her shorts, grimacing as they got caught on one foot, Nettie got up and began to remove her own clothes. Her sensual movements didn’t seem hurried, yet somehow she ended up naked in record time.

Chloe took in the sight of the gorgeous teenager in all her glory, then her gaze shifted to the younger sister—equally beautiful in her own way, and also equally nude, now that she’d shrugged out of her top. She longed to touch both girls, or even just herself, but felt certain that Nettie wouldn’t free her, even if she begged.

Crawling back onto the bed, Nettie got right down to business, sliding a hand up Alex’s leg to cup her sex. “Well, well… look who’s just as wet as Chloe!”

“Whose—ahhhh! Whose f-fault… is that?” Alex protested, a frown on her face.

Nettie didn’t argue the point. Flashing a wicked grin, she knelt down and put her tongue to work on Alex’s pussy, quickly getting a long moan of relief in return.

Again, Chloe could only stare, not missing a wink of the action as the older sister eagerly went down on the younger one. Clearly, Nettie had experienced a big change of heart since the last time they were together, when she’d freaked out about being tricked into touching Alex’s pussy. But Chloe wasn’t about to complain. Not when their “show” was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

Getting a flash of inspiration, she folded one leg underneath her, drawing the foot upward until the heel rested against the front of her panties. Oooh, yes! That’s what I need!

She began to grind the foot against her pussy, and the pleasure she’d been yearning for immediately surged within her body. Intensified by the sight of Nettie licking her little sister, the sensation felt amazing, and she couldn’t quite prevent a moan from escaping.

Despite Alex’s own cries getting quite loud, Nettie somehow picked up on what Chloe was doing right away. “Chloe. I swear to God, I’ll find something to tie your legs together if you don’t control yourself.” Straightening up to glare at Chloe, she looked like she meant it.

Reluctantly, Chloe extended her leg again. This was so frustrating, but clearly what Nettie had intended. It didn’t seem fair that she should be punished. After all, the sisters were obviously getting a huge kick out of this new dimension to their relationship, and she’d been the one who set it in motion. She hoped the girls had something fun planned for her too, once they were done with their teasing.

It didn’t look like Alex was enjoying the interruption, either. “Just leave her alone,” she said, reaching out to pull Nettie back towards her.

“Horny girl. This what you want?” Nettie asked as she slid a finger between Alex’s pussy lips.

Gasping, Alex gave a vigorous nod. As her sister was bending down to get her tongue back into the action, though, Alex stopped her by pulling at Nettie’s leg. “No, um… turn around, I want to…”

Nettie grinned. “Oh, do you now?” She swiveled around to position her knees on either side of Alex’s face, then slowly lowered her sex to her little sister’s mouth. She inhaled sharply as Alex began to lick her pussy, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation before returning the favor with equal enthusiasm.

Their sixty-nine was a little awkward, what with the difference in their heights, but Alex and Nettie didn’t seem to mind—and Chloe certainly wasn’t bothered by it either. The sight of the two sisters eating each other out with such wild abandon was a dream come true. Alex seemed to have received quite the crash course in pussy-licking, and Chloe ached to find out first-hand just how well her friend had learned.

Muffled moans were growing in intensity as each girl voiced her pleasure into her sibling’s sex. Chloe’s own excitement was mounting, too—though with no relief in sight, in her case. She considered doing some more rubbing off against her heel. Surely Nettie wouldn’t notice now, busy as she was. And anyway, if I really did get tied up even more, like all spread open on the bed… that might still be fun! she thought with a wicked grin.

She decided that interrupting the hot action at this point would be downright cruel, though. The sounds of passion from the two girls were getting increasingly urgent. Nettie grunted with each flick of Alex’s tongue, while she spread her little sister’s legs wide, licking her for all she was worth.

Despite her teasing about how wet others were, it was Nettie who came first. She let out a great wordless cry and squeezed her eyes shut in a grimace of ecstasy, her task momentarily forgotten as she was hit by what looked like a very powerful orgasm.

Remembering herself after a few seconds, Nettie went back to work on her sister’s pussy with renewed ardor, little moans still escaping her from time to time. It didn’t take very long before it was Alex’s turn to come. Her head snapped back and she let out a series of blissful little cries, her body squirming uncontrollably under Nettie’s.

When Alex’s ecstasy began to wane, Nettie rolled off of her, and the sisters lay panting side by side, their skin shining with sweat.

“Um, guys, that was really super hot and all,” Chloe said after a moment, a little breathless herself, “but do you think I could get some attention too, now? I really need it.”

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Crimson and Ivory

  • Posted on July 2, 2019 at 2:29 pm

Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

Many years ago, a young woman gave birth to two beautiful daughters. For the first several years of the girls’ lives, they all lived happily in a cottage hidden deep in the woods. Their father, her husband, was nearly as handsome as she was beautiful. But one day he went into the woods to forage for food, and was struck down by another hunter’s arrow. The woman was left alone and raised her daughters the best she could.

The eldest daughter, Crimson, was named for the bright tuft of red hair that had topped her head the day she was born. It grew thick and curly as time passed, and when she was eighteen it hung in curls down her back, dancing teasingly across the curves of her buttocks.

Her sister, Ivory, was named for the beautiful white hair she’d been born with. To some it was a drawback, but to the woman and to her family it was just another unique feature of an already unique girl. Ivory’s hair was exactly the opposite of her sister’s. It was long, with no curls in the silken strands. Instead Ivory’s hair was long and straight. It flowed like silk falling through the fingers of a wealthy king.

A few months before the woman’s husband died, he had planted two beautiful rose bushes for his wife, and every year since they bloomed brilliant roses. One plant bore red flowers, the other white. The girls often played near the bushes and whenever they were in bloom they picked the best flowers for their mother in hopes of making her smile.

The sisters were very close to each other, and for the most part they were one and the same. Crimson was slightly more adventurous than her sister Ivory, but she did not openly seek trouble. It just sometimes found her. And while that trouble was finding her, Ivory was often back at the cottage taking care of their mother’s needs, or keeping the home clean and pleasant.

When the girls turned eighteen their mother had a small party for them. There were no guests to invite, for once her husband died, the woman had become a recluse of sorts. She rarely ventured out of the woods, choosing instead to live off the land, eating berries, nuts, and fruits that were hearty in number.

After a celebration of strawberry cake, apple cider and raspberry cookies, the two girls kissed their mother goodbye and promised to be back before dark. The mother did not ask questions of her daughters. She trusted them, as she trusted the forest.

Crimson and Ivory held hands as they walked through the woods, along paths that the animals frequented. Each step brought them closer to the meadow and the small pond in which they often swam and frolicked.

When they reached the water’s edge, the girls disrobed and ran into the water. They played and splashed, laughed and dunked each other. As time passed they slowed their play and began to talk of their lives and how lonely they felt. The conversation was not new, and in truth it had been played out many times.

“We cannot leave her,” Ivory whispered.

“I know,” Crimson said in a soft, quiet voice. “But I long for something more… and no matter how deep I go into the woods, I cannot find it.”

“I understand. I too wish to find what my heart is so desperately craving. Do you still find yourself thinking of how Mother and Father formed us?” Ivory asked.

Crimson blushed. “I think of it every day. I have seen many of the beasts of the woods mate, and I wonder if that is how Mother and Father mated.”

Ivory’s eyes grew wide. “Crimson, surely not!”

“Why ‘surely not’? We have seen many animals rutting, and the girl animals do not have dangling parts like the boys. And we are girls, mother says so.”

Ivory could only nod her head in agreement.

“And,” Crimson continued, “the boy animals mount the girls, they slide their dangling part into the folds of the female… and the sounds they make, though strange, are certainly unique to each breed. So why is it odd to think that man and woman might mate the same way?”

Ivory frowned and walked from the water. She lay down on the grassy shore and let the sun caress her alabaster skin. Her sister soon joined her and the two girls studied the clouds as they floated by. Eventually Ivory rolled over and studied her sister’s body. “What other things are similar between us and female animals of the woods?”

“If you would but go outside with me, you would already know this.”

“I know, but it is good for one of us to remain with Mother. I don’t mind — well, not too often.”

Crimson turned onto her side, and she too took a moment to look upon her sister’s naked flesh. “Well, for one, the girl animals have more than one of these,” Crimson reached out to touch her sister’s breasts. “And these points,” she trailed her fingers across Ivory’s pink nipples, “well, none of them have anything like ours,” she paused and gasped softly, “Oh my.”

“What?” her sister asked.

“Yours harden like mine, but when I touch yours, my body becomes warm. Much like when I caress my own.”

Ivory reached out and touched one of Crimson’s nipples. “Mine does as well. My womanhood feels tingly too. Does yours?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Crimson said. “That is another thing that is different. We have a soft patch of hair that covers our womanhood, while the females of the forest are almost bare. I think it is to keep themselves clean for their mating.”

“Perhaps we are not nearly as clean as we have thought,” Ivory whispered. She sat up and spread her legs, peered between them and studied her womanhood through the soft curls of hair. “I believe I am clean, though…”

“I am sure you are,” Crimson answered. She sat up and spread her sister’s legs even further apart. Her fingers brushed through the hairs, and the pads of her digits parted the smooth flesh of her sibling. “You look clean and smell beautiful, Ivory.” Crimson bent down and kissed her sister’s womanhood, then she sat up. “Yes, you are perfect.”

Ivory’s chest rose and fell as the girl gasped for breath, her eyes open wide.

“Are you unwell, sister?” Crimson asked.

“I don’t know. I feel… weak. Kiss me again, down there.”

Crimson shrugged her shoulders, but did as she was told. She bent her head and looked up at Ivory, while pressing her mouth to her sister’s nether lips. “Well?”

“That tingling has returned. Do it again, Crimson. It felt amazing.”

Crimson smiled. She loved making her sister happy, so she pressed her lips to her womanhood again and watched Ivory’s lips part in pleasure. “Do that to me,” she said, and sat back, spreading her legs and offering her sister the patch of red curls that covered her womanhood.

Ivory whimpered, not wanting to lose the feeling of her sister’s mouth against her sensitive flesh, but she did want Crimson to experience the same euphoric feeling that she’d just had. She bent down and placed her lips upon the same spot where her sister had kissed her. She chose to watch Crimson’s expression, to see how her sister responded.

When Crimson gasped, Ivory found herself pleased and her body warming. “You too are clean and smell beautiful. But sister, what of taste? What do you taste like?”

Crimson’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Tell me.”

Ivory nodded her head, and ran her tongue between the lips of her sister’s sensitive flesh. Crimson’s hips rolled forward and Ivory heard her sister whisper how wonderful it felt, so she did it again. Her tongue lapped at each side of the warm flesh, and when she pulled away she saw fluids ooze from her sister’s opening. “Amazing,” she cooed, before bending back down and licking again.

Her own womanhood was growing moist as she tasted her sister. Reaching down to touch the wetness, she brought it to her lips. Ivory tasted herself and moaned around her fingers. “Oh, Crimson, you must try me now,” she gasped.

“Yes, oh yes, Ivory. Climb over me. Put your womanhood against my mouth and I will taste you, while you do the same for me.”

“Oh, yes,” Ivory whispered. She moved over her sister, arranging herself so that each of them could learn the flavor of the other.

The two girls slowly began to lick at the nectar that was spilling from their slits. As they learned the tastes, each one began to explore. Ivory found a hard button at the top of her sister’s sensitive mound and began to tease it. Crimson squealed and when Ivory asked if she was all right, she breathlessly whispered that she was and begged her to continue.

Ivory giggled and wiggled her womanhood against her sister’s face. “Do that to me,” she insisted.

Crimson found the same little button and teased it with the tip of her tongue, then she gave it a soft tug with her teeth. “Oh, my,” Ivory gasped. “Wonderful. Again, please.”

The love the sisters shared was deep and pure, and as they experienced a bliss never before felt, their bond only strengthened. “There is a dark hole here,” Ivory whispered. She placed one finger inside and brushed her nail against it.

“Ivory!”

Startled, Ivory quickly withdrew her hand.

“No, don’t! Put it back!” Crimson demanded.

Ivory quickly pushed her finger back inside and began to rub the fleshy surface. Crimson found her sister’s hole, and did the same thing. They slowly pulled their fingers out and put them back in again. More juices flowed, and the girls were quick to drink them up. Their bodies began to press together more closely.

Eventually Ivory gasped, “Something is h-happening.”

“I know. I — I feel it too.”

“Should we stop?” Ivory asked. The tone of her voice spoke the fear she held in her sister’s answer.

“No, let us find out what this strangeness is.”

They continued to lick and push their fingers into each other. They both felt their muscles tighten and their hips were moving at a haphazard rhythm. “I am frightened,” Crimson whispered.

“So am I!”

But both girls continued to search for whatever it was they were so close to finding. “Put another finger inside me!” Crimson demanded, then did that same thing to her sister.. Again the girls gasped in shock and pleasure. They twisted their fingers in and out, going progressively faster with each stroke.

When Crimson screamed, a flood of clear liquid shot into Ivory’s face.

Ivory was shocked, but not disgusted. She pushed her face into her sister’s mound and drank more fluids as they rushed out. Her own pussy had also exploded and the feeling had left her speechless. She felt Crimson’s mouth cover the hole that her fingers had been exploring. She wondered if her sister was as wet as she… and if not, she hoped that next time she would be on the bottom, so she could drink most of Crimson’s fluids instead of wearing them.

Crimson held tight to her sister’s bottom, her lips sealed around the dark hole that continued to ooze the heavenly fluids from a depth that she ached to explore.

When Ivory was done moving her hips and rubbing her womanhood on her sister’s face, she rolled off Crimson’s body and onto her side.

The girls lay on their backs, their bodies trembling from the sensations that had just burned through them. Neither could speak, fearing that whatever joy they had just felt might suddenly disappear. The air around them grew cooler, and soon the chill of the early evening forced them to move.

They stood up together, and dressed, then they held hands on the way back to the cottage. Once there, before going inside, they kissed one another on the lips and pulled back, exchanging looks.

“Is that me?” Ivory asked. Her sister nodded, and they pressed their mouths together again.

“Open your mouth. I want to taste myself,” Crimson whispered. Ivory did as requested and felt her sister’s tongue slide between her lips. Ivory allowed her curiosity to claim her and so she too began to explore her sister’s mouth. The two girls let their tongues twist and dance around one another until they felt their bodies tingling again.

“Oh my,” Crimson whispered.

“I know,” her sister said. They pulled apart and stared at each other in wonder. “Do we tell Mother?” Ivory asked.

Crimson chewed on her lower lip. “I do not know.”

“I think we should. We have never kept secrets from her before. Why should we now?”

“You are right,” Crimson said.

The two girls headed into the cottage and found their mother preparing their evening meal. After they dined on fresh bread and vegetable soup, Crimson cleared her throat and looked at her sister. Ivory nodded her head and took a deep breath. “Mother?”

“Yes?”

“Today Crimson and I discovered something in the forest. But we are not sure what it is.”

“What did it look like?” their mother asked.

Crimson giggled. “It didn’t look like anything.”

“Well, it did for me. It was colorful. Bright red, orange, yellow, gold and even different shades of black. I did not know there were different shades of black,” Ivory confessed.

“Black? Gold? Red? I felt heat. Intense, unbelievable heat. I felt it in my toes. My fingers. My head. I have never felt so hot and I only wanted to grow hotter still.” Crimson waved her hand in front of her face. “It was very strange, but yet very close to heaven — that is if heaven is as lovely a place as you have described, Mother.”

Their mother studied her daughters, and for a moment the girls felt strange under her scrutiny. Then their mother spoke, “Did you discover these colors and discover this heat together, on each other? Or did you find them in the woods, alone? Or with someone else? A stranger?”

“With strangers?” Ivory asked. “Oh no, Mother. No one else was at the pond with us. We found these things on our own… and yes, it was together. I discovered mine when Crimson pushed her fingers into my opening, when she used her tongue on this little button between our legs that we both discovered.”

“And you, Crimson — you felt this heat when your sister did these things to you?”

“Yes, Mother. It was beautiful. What is it? What did we find?”

Their mother smiled, reached over and squeezed both their hands. “You, my darling innocent daughters, have discovered passion. It is something that is only achieved when two people truly love each other. You and your sister love each other very much.”

“Passion.” The word fell simultaneously from both girls’ lips. They reached under the table and held hands.

“Mother,” Crimson said, “we love you. Do you wish to feel this passion?”

The older woman rose to her feet, slowly unfastening her gown, then letting it drop to the floor. She was naked underneath. The girls gaped.

“Yes, my precious girls,” their mother whispered. “I want to love you in that same way.”

The End

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Cindy Takes Over

  • Posted on June 30, 2019 at 1:36 pm

by Author Unknown

“Just watch me,” purred Cindy, as she sat on the edge of the bed with her friend Rachel sitting between her legs on the floor, facing her. Cindy’s slender fingers gracefully began to explore her wet pussy as Rachel gave a little moan, eyes fastened to Cindy’s sex as her lover slid a finger deep inside herself.

Rachel shivered with desire as her nostrils filled with the scent of her aroused friend. Cindy slowly withdrew the finger from her pussy and held it up between them. Rachel leaned in to take the glistening digit between her lips, but Cindy stopped her.

“No, no, my pretty one. Just watch,” Rachel’s eyes never left Cindy’s sticky finger as she slipped it into her own mouth and sucked on it. Then she leaned forward and placed her hand behind Rachel’s neck, pulled her close and kissed the kneeling girl deeply, hungrily. Rachel could taste Cindy’s sweet sex as the beautiful blonde kissed her.

Never breaking the kiss, Cindy guided her girlfriend to the carpeted floor of her room, and, shoving a stuffed bear out of the way, mounted her. Rachel moaned with pleasure, wrapping her legs around Cindy, who rubbed herself lasciviously against the dark girl. Rachel was exotic, half Asian and half Italian, and at this moment, ready for love.

Cindy gazed down at the conquered girl, moving against her and saying, “You like it… when I do this to you… don’t you?” accentuating her words with the grinding of her dripping cunt against Rachel’s.

Then she slid down, feeling the brunette’s wetness against her tummy as she began to lick at the young girl’s breast… taking the tip gently between her teeth and pulling on it, then enveloping Rachel’s dark nipple with her mouth.

Rachel whimpered, desperate for release. “Please…” she whispered, cradling Cindy’s face.

“Not yet,” said Cindy, moving up to kiss Rachel hotly. “Lick my pussy first,” She lay back and parted her legs, her smile sweet and devilish at the same time.

Rachel moaned, “Oh Cin,” and moved between her legs as quickly as she could. She started nuzzling Cindy’s wet pussy, playing with her own at the same time. Cindy closed her eyes in rapture as her lover ate her.

An animal cry of mindless ecstasy came from deep inside Rachel as she came, two fingers inside herself as she feasted on Cindy’s juicy cunt. Soon after, Cindy climaxed too, wrapping her legs around Rachel’s face, trapping her there until she was satisfied.

Finally, Cindy sighed deeply and allowed Rachel to join her on the bed. She took the wet-faced girl in her arms and let her doze in her arms. Occasionally, Rachel would gently lick Cindy’s nipples.

“That’s right, little girl,” cooed Cindy, even though she was actually several months younger than the exotic teen in her bed. “Come to Momma.”

This seemed to inflame the dark-haired girl, and she sucked enthusiastically at the lovely breasts of her lover. “Oh, yes…that’s right… such a good little girl with Momma.”

Cindy slipped her hand between Rachel’s legs and began to work her clit expertly, having done so many, many times. She knew by heart just how Rachel liked to be caressed, what would make her come quickly and intensely. As she played, Cindy whispered in Rachel’s delicate ear, “Ever think about it? Making love with your own mother, I mean?” Rachel’s answer was to moan adorably, undulate her hips and suck even more greedily at Cindy’s breast.

“Admit it,” urged Cindy, still stroking circles on Rachel’s’ clit. “Say it, Rach.”

The frantically aroused teenager began bucking her hips and cried out as she came, ‘Yes! Yes! I do think about… ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, Cindy!”

“Thought what?” coaxed Cindy, feeling Rachel’s cunt contract around her fingers. She always loved the feel of that.

“Thought…” panted the breathless girl, “About making love with my mom. I admit it. Ever since you and I… our first time…”

“How often do you think about her?” crooned Cindy, her fingers still inside her lover.

“Sometimes…” Rachel could hardly speak at all, panting for breath, her beautiful young body tingling from head to toe.

“I want you to touch yourself every night, and fantasize about fucking your mom, while you do,” announced Cindy softly. “Every night until I tell you different. Every night, finger your pussy until you come. Understood?”

“Yes, ” sighed the satisfied girl helplessly. She knew she would do anything Cindy asked of her. Anything at all. She loved her so much…

“Who knows?” Cindy breathed into Rachel’s ear. “Maybe I can help your fantasy come true.” Her tongue emerged to lick at the trembling girl’s earlobe. “Would you like that?”

Rachel was overcome with excitement. “Oh, Cindy,” she sighed happily, wrapping her arms around her lover.

A light knock came at the door.

Cindy shifted slightly, allowing Rachel to rest her head on Cindy’s slender arm, but she kept her fingers buried inside the brunette. “Yes?” she called musically. “Come in, Mom.”

The door opened, and a very attractive blonde woman wearing a white ribbed turtleneck sweater, slacks and a jacket walked part way into the room. She cocked her head sweetly and said, “Hi, Rachel,” to the still breathless girl in her daughter’s bed.

“Hi, Mrs. Anderson,” managed Rachel, still snuggled into Cindy.

Cindy lightly stroked her girlfriend’s hair as she gazed at Anne. As she did, she thought of the argument she once had with her mother about bringing girls and women home for sex… the argument that had changed everything between them.

By the time Anne had finally snapped and angrily confronted her daughter about her wanton lesbian lifestyle, Cindy had shared her canopy bed with more than ten girls from school, two of her female teachers, and with at least a dozen women she had met at the mall or the park.

Cindy seldom had any problem getting other girls into her bed. Her looks and confidence drew them to her, irresistibly.

“I won’t have it in my home!” her mother had stormed one day, after catching her in bed with Audrey, a sweet girl from her high school whose mother was a well-known doctor at the local hospital. Audrey had gotten dressed and gone home glowing, leaving Cindy to battle it out with her mom.

Cindy simply let her mother rant on and on, because she had no intention of curbing her pleasures. When Anne had finally finished her speech, standing there with that answer-me-young-lady look on her face, Cindy had simply walked straight over to her, placed her hands on her shoulders, leaned in, and kissed her mother hungrily on the mouth.

For a split second, Anne had done nothing… then, Cindy had actually felt something give way inside her mother, and the older woman responded to her daughter eagerly, parting her lips so that Cindy could enter Mom’s mouth with her tongue.

Cindy had caressed her mother’s hair, her curvy body, and had just kept kissing her, until they both stumbled over to the bed, fallen in and began to make love in earnest.

“This… this is wrong,” panted Anne, just before her daughter’s soft lips closed over hers and she surrendered completely to her hidden desire, kissing Cindy back with everything she had.

As mother and daughter tenderly undressed each other, Anne kept making breathless confessions of hidden desire.

“I’ve been so jealous of your lovers… you’re so hot, so sexy,” she had panted as Cindy ravished her. Cindy kissed her mother’s breasts through the lace of her bra for a while, then commanded her to sit up. Her eyes glazed with desire, Anne simply obeyed her teenage daughter, who reached around and unclasped her mother’s bra. Anne’s nipples were pink and perky, begging to be suckled.

Cindy had wanted her mother for a long while, it seemed, and a victorious smile crossed her beautiful face as she began to nibble and lick at Anne’s soft breasts. Her mother had her first orgasm with Cindy just from her daughter’s lips and tongue on her nipples.

Then Cindy had straddled her mother’s face while the older woman’s eyes were closed from her orgasm, and said, “Look at me, Mom.”

Anne had opened her eyes to see — and smell — her daughter’s wet sex, now centimeters from her face. Cindy began masturbating in front of her mother. “Want to taste me?” she had teased.

“Yes, oh yes, honey, Mommy wants your pussy so badly, sweetheart…”

“Beg me for it.”

So Anne did.

As her own mother lustfully sucked her wet young pussy, Cindy threw her head back, her long blonde hair flowing beautifully, and said through her arousal, “This is how it’s gonna be now, Mom. I’m in charge. You get to be my lover, and I make ALL the rules. Got it, baby?” It sent a thrill down her spine to call her mother “baby” in this bold way. She ground her pussy harder into her mother’s eager face.

A muffled “mmm-hmm” came from between Cindy’s legs, Anne surrendering herself to her daughter just before the girl came in her mouth.

Now Anne was standing meekly in the entrance to her daughter’s room, watching the sexy blonde teen and her latest conquest, naked and in bed together. She said nothing, just waited for Cindy’s instructions.

“Come sit on the bed with us, Mom.” invited Cindy, and her mother, trying not to look as pleased as she felt, obeyed her lovely daughter.

“You may pull down the covers and kiss Rachel’s ass, Mom,” she said lovingly.

Rachel smiled up at Cindy, tucked her head into her lover’s soft shoulder and purred like a happy kitten in a basket.

Anne moaned, partly from the anticipation of licking this exotic teenage girl’s ass, and just as much from the simple thrill of obeying Cindy… her luscious, desirable daughter. She gently parted the girl’s ass cheeks and began licking her. Pleasuring an underage girl, licking her anus at her daughter’s command. Anne was in heaven. Rachel sighed and gasped with pleasure. Cindy held Rachel, reaching down between her shivering thighs to fondle her lover’s pussy while her mother ate the girl’s ass.

Once Rachel had recovered, Cindy asked her to get the blindfold and restraints. Then the girls slowly undressed a trembling, highly excited Anne together and laid her on her back on the bed. Cindy, smiling, secured her mother’s wrists to the bed with silk scarves, and Rachel restrained Mrs. Anderson’s legs the same way. The adult woman now lay naked, aroused and utterly helpless on her daughter’s bed.

“Lift your head, Mommy,” coaxed Cindy, and slipped the blindfold on. “Are you ready? For whatever I wish to do to you?” asked Cindy.

Anne was speechless with excitement. She vigorously nodded her head, twisting helplessly in the restraints.

Cindy nodded at Rachel, and the dark girl retrieved a strap-on cock from Cindy’s dresser. She had known exactly where to find it, having felt in inside her own body before. Cindy grinned wickedly as she strapped it on. Rachel whimpered in anticipation as she watched Cindy take the cock in her hand and stroke it. “Baby oil, please,” she said to Rachel.

Rachel got it and poured some into her hand, and began rubbing it onto Cindy’s cock with both her hands. Then, utterly certain of herself, Cindy moved onto the bed and between her mother’s legs. Rachel sat on Anne’s pillow, cradling the older woman’s head in her lap.

“Ready, Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetie. I’m so ready…”

“For anything? Anything I desire? Even though you can’t see or resist me.”

“Yes, yes!” Anne said hotly, fully aroused now, and in total surrender to her daughter.

Cindy gazed down at her pretty, naked, desperately aroused mom and said approvingly, “That’s trust, lover.” She traced her pink fingernails across her mother’s breasts, then her tummy, then her bush. Then the pretty teen mounted her mother and, parting her lips with her fingers, moved the tip of the cock inside her mother. The she slowly entered her all the way.

Anne felt her beautiful young daughter on top of her, on her, in her, with her, owning her. And as Rachel cradled her head, kissing her and Cindy alternately, she gave herself completely to her own child.

“I love you, Mommy,” breathed Cindy, her eyes closed, her face pressed to her mother’s as she fucked her, feeling the older woman climaxing underneath her as her best friend kissed and stroked them both. “This is how it had to be. I love you so much, I just had to make you mine.”

“I… I love being yours, angel,” gasped Anne. “I’ve never b-been so happy.”

And the three lovers lay together for a long, sweet while, whispering endearments, sharing soft kisses… at peace with the world.

The End

Note from JetBoy: This was originally a chapter in the story that appeared here (also composed by our celebrated Author Unknown) that we call “Sharon’s New Lover.” Since it barely has any connection to the plot of that story, I made another one of those editorial decisions — in this case, to make this orphan chapter a new tale in its own right. Like with “Sharon’s New Lover,” I did a lot of tinkering with this one, but the basic plot is intact. Do enjoy.

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Like a Dream

  • Posted on June 28, 2019 at 2:31 pm

by Serret

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in August 2010 }

The heat woke Ada slowly; she slipped from a dream into waking so easily she could distinguish no boundary between. The fan oscillated ineffectually, barely stirring the humid air that lay like a wet blanket over everything. Beyond the fan’s feeble whirring she could hear the surf crashing on the beach. Restlessly, she turned over onto her side.

The last of a tiny tea-candle provided just enough light to see the shape of her sister lying next to her. She had no trouble sleeping. Katrina never did. Moments after her head hit the pillow she was dead to the world. This wasn’t the first time Ada and her sister had shared a double bed on this trip and she had yet to see anything short of a parade disturb Katrina’s rest.

Ada rolled onto her back again with a sigh. Bleary with exhaustion and — let’s be honest — no small amount of tequila, her mind meandered over scenes of the party that evening. It would be the last before the rest of the guests left the villa, leaving her and her sister alone for two weeks.

We always over-estimate how long this place stays entertaining, Ada mused wryly. The party had been good. Plenty of young men from the village nearby, willing to dance all night. Ada didn’t speak Spanish but it hadn’t proved a barrier; they were eager to convey their meaning any number of ways. She’d danced, but nothing more. Affectionate drunk she might be, but she had a boyfriend back in the States who was too good to lose.

God, it had been a long time, though. These summer trips were always rather meditative in their monk-like celibacy. She liked the sensation — it sharpened her eyes, made the quiet ache in her a fever by the time their three weeks were up. The result always stunned her man speechless. And it inspired some unbeatable fantasies.

Running one hand over her bare belly Ada thought of the fellow she’d danced with the most that evening. Tall, long-haired, with eloquent eyes that spoke volumes. He spoke too, not seeming to mind that she understood not a word: all evening while they moved together he whispered in her ear, soft sibilant syllables she could never have hoped to translate. It didn’t matter — the brush of his breath against her neck had the same effect. She pressed her hips against his, let the heavy beat move her in slow spirals that never broke their contact. She felt him hard behind his zipper; he saw her nipples erect through her shirt.

Oh, she wanted him. She knew better, but sometimes that didn’t help. That was why Katrina stayed nearby. They watched each other’s backs on these trips, kept one another from doing anything stupid. When the last song ended Katrina grabbed her arm and steered her toward the door, laughing over her protests.

Thank god for that, Ada thought. But it sure didn’t help her sleep afterward. Frustrated, she glanced over to see that Katrina was still sleeping soundly, then let the hand on her own belly slip down to rub her mound softly through her nightshirt.

Bad idea. Tonight her hunger wouldn’t be silenced so easily; the light touch only made it worse. Careful not to shift her weight and shake the bed, Ada pulled her nightshirt up past her tummy.

She brushed her fingers across her panties, biting her lip to contain her moans. She traced the outline of her slit through the thin fabric, then traced her clit. A harsh breath escaped her. Her wetness was beginning to soak through.

Finally she gave in. Pushing the gusset aside she drew one finger from the base of her vulva to the tip of her clit. Her hips jerked involuntarily — she looked frantically at her sister. No sign of waking. She did it again.

Images of that young man danced in her head. Dancing with her, grinding against her, his cock aching for her. She imagined him thinking of her, stroking his cock, coming with her face behind his eyes… but no name to cry out. Like a dream.

She brought in her left hand to tease her clit, freeing up the other to slide a finger inside her. She was soaking wet, desperate to orgasm. Her teeth hurt her lip, holding it still, keeping it silent as the urge to moan aloud became hard to bear.

Her eyes were closed. She didn’t see her sister’s hand until it covered her mouth. Then her eyes flew open and locked on Katrina’s. Ada’s busy fingers froze and she lay motionless, shocked, staring at her sister.

For a moment neither of them moved. Hot humiliation began to spread through Ada’s body. She couldn’t see much but her sister’s wide, white eyes, the faint glimmers of the candlelight on her arm… she couldn’t see her expression. Ada held still. She didn’t know what to do. Then she felt Katrina’s finger move on her lip.

Her sister traced her lip with the tip of one finger, traced the fixed expression of shock and embarrassment that silenced her. It tickled. Ada wanted to squirm but she was too bewildered. The alcohol still in her system made it hard to focus, hard to understand. Katrina’s finger slipped into her mouth and touched her tongue.

Automatically she pressed back against the invading digit, moving her tongue up to meet it — and then realized what that seemed like and fell still again. What was going on?

Katrina withdrew her finger. Her eyes never left Ada’s as she brought her hand back to her side of the bed. It glistened with saliva. Slowly, deliberately, Katrina took her finger into her own mouth, sucking away the taste of Ada’s.

Ada moaned then, helplessly, almost frightened. “Katrina…” she whispered.

“Shhh,” her sister answered. She edged closer on the bed, traced Ada’s jawline with her wet finger, provoking a shiver.

“Katrina, you’re drunk,” Ada said, trying to sound firm. “We can’t…”

Her sister’s lips on hers cut her off. She made a strangled sound of protest, but her pussy, robbed of the stimulation it so desperately needed, clenched with pleasure. Katrina kissed her deeply as she struggled with conflicting feelings. Her sister’s tongue teased hers, encouraging it, drawing it out.

Ada closed her eyes, but she couldn’t shut out the lust rising in her. I’m dreaming, she thought. If I think hard enough, I can turn her back into that guy. I’ll pretend it’s him and when I open my eyes, it will be. But Katrina’s hair fell around their faces and the smell of her shampoo was unmistakable. Ada’s bond with her sister, so reliable, one of the only solid things in her life, battled inside her with instinctive revulsion. And both were slowly drowning in a rising tide of pleasure as Katrina’s tongue danced against hers.

It’s a dream. I’m asleep, and this isn’t real, she thought over and over. It doesn’t matter what happens… it’s just a dream. And indeed, dreamlike, she felt her body moving without her conscious will, her hand reaching up to curl around the back of Katrina’s neck, to pull her closer. How could this be her? How could her emphatically straight sister be doing this?

Ada’s hips lifted off the bed as her sister’s hand stroked her belly. Finally their kiss was broken, and Katrina looked down at her with unreadable eyes. Ada was transfixed by the wanton shape of her sister’s mouth, the glitter of saliva on her lip, the way the hair fell around her face and made her mysterious, intangible. Ada sighed, mesmerized by those dark eyes. A face one could hardly help falling in love with.

Katrina cupped her sister’s breast in one hand, startling another weak protest from her. It was silenced by no more than a lifted eyebrow and a gentle squeeze. Then Katrina lowered her head and licked the soft mound through Ada’s nightshirt. She nipped lightly, closed her mouth over the nipple, tongued it until the fabric was soaked through. Ada shifted eagerly, entangling her hands in her sister’s hair. She could no longer contain her quiet moans.

Katrina pushed the wet fabric out of the way, trying to pull Ada’s nightshirt off. Ada chose this moment to mount one last resistance, clinging to the shirt and sitting up against the headboard, her arms crossed over her chest. Katrina looked at her reprovingly.

“Katrina, this is wrong. I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I’m… I’m not a lesbian. And you’re my sister! You have to — ”

Katrina listened impatiently. When it seemed unlikely that her sister would stop, she calmly reached down and sunk one finger knuckle-deep into Ada’s streaming pussy.

Ada bucked and cried out, “Ohhh! OH!” Her hands flew apart, grabbing the headboard behind her as her pussy spasmed around her sister’s finger. When Katrina withdrew her hand she fell still with a soft sound of loss. She no longer tried to stop her sister removing her nightshirt. Katrina had made her point.

Shivering faintly, Ada still covered her breasts as the nightshirt fell off the bed. She looked at Katrina submissively, now almost afraid to provoke her. Katrina crouched over her and began teasing her nipple with her tongue. Ada groaned in surrender as her nipple stiffened until it hurt, aching to be touched. Her sister suckled her hungrily, first one nipple, then the other, leaving them gleaming in the low light.

Katrina straightened up on her knees and shifted closer to her sister. Ada pressed against the headboard, unsure what was to come. Katrina gently took hold of her chin and lifted it, teasing her mouth open with her thumb. Very deliberately her sister guided her nipple into Ada’s mouth and held her head there.

Ada could hardly help at least brushing Katrina’s nipple with her tongue. The instant she did, her sister moaned and forced her head closer, thrusting out her chest. Ada licked her slowly, but the tequila and the untended heat between her legs was cluttering her head, filling her with unreliable impulses. She sucked at the nipple, flicking it with her tongue, relishing its small, hard texture and the sounds Katrina made when she caught it between her teeth.

Her sister was straddling her now, guiding her back and forth between her nipples and rocking her hips steadily against Ada’s. Each bump of their hips together sent a ripple of pleasure through Ada’s body. She could feel her sister’s panties rubbing over her skin. They were as drenched as Ada’s own.

Katrina tore Ada’s head from her breasts, jerking her chin up, forcing Ada to meet her eyes. She leaned down and whispered against Ada’s lips, her breath making her sister shiver: “Still want me to stop?”

Ada took hold of Katrina’s hips, pulling them against hers, grinding her pussy against her sister’s through the two layers of soaking wet fabric between them. “No,” she whispered fervently. “Please don’t stop. I want… I want you.”

As that phrase escaped her lips, it seemed to take with it the last of Ada’s reservations. She bucked hard against her sister’s rolling hips, and taking one another in their arms, they humped each other faster and faster. Ada moaned continuously, every breath carrying the sounds of her ecstasy. Katrina breathed against her sister’s neck, felt their panties slip over their dripping pussies, felt the labia beneath shift and squish together. She felt the soft lump of her sister’s clit and aligned her own with it, and when she jerked her hips forward the crash of pleasure nearly overwhelmed her.

Katrina raised her head to lock lips with Ada, their tongues dueling ferociously now, uninhibited, wanton. Ada’s moans died in her mouth and she felt her long-awaited orgasm beginning to rise. No, no, no, chanted one small, nearly strangled part of her. The rest of her screamed Yes, yes, please yes, forever yes… It was too late now. Nothing would stop her from… oh god… from coming against her sister’s pussy.

Thinking the words, the terrible, unthinkable words, sent her over. With each muscular clench of her pussy she whispered it again: My sister… my sister’s pussy… my sister coming… and so am I…!

Katrina rammed her hips into Ada’s and held her still as her pussy convulsed. She threw back her head and cried out, not caring who heard her. They came hard, a rush of juices from each soaking the other, the spasms moving them in three short, sharp jerks.

For a moment Ada lay still, relishing the momentary relief from the need that had been plaguing her for the past week. Then her sister shifted her weight and it returned, blazing, irresistible. God, that had barely dulled it at all! Before the aftershocks stopped she could feel her body begging for more, and could no longer resist.

She ran her hands over Katrina’s back, reaching her panties and drawing them down over her ass. Katrina chuckled softly and rolled off her sister, adjusting her position to allow Ada to remove her clothing. For a moment Ada just stared as Katrina leaned back on her hands. Her sister’s pussy was beautiful, the soft hair dark and sparkling with her wetness. Ada moaned wordlessly and reached out.

Seeing that she would have to help, Katrina scooted closer, wrapping her open legs around Ada’s. She leaned forward and kissed her sister, reassuring her with her tongue. Ada’s fingers found Katrina’s cleft and danced over it, introducing themselves.

She found the round jewel at the top and rubbed its hood softly, and Katrina shuddered with pleasure. She found the delicate lips that concealed her depths and traced them, parting them with two fingers and slipping one finger deeper to tease the tight entrance. Katrina clung to her shoulders and whispered sharply, “Do it. Finger me, little sister.”

Unable to disobey, Ada thrust a finger into her sister’s soaking cunt. She felt the wet, resilient walls contract around her and groaned. She thrust again, and again, desperate to feel those sharp little clamps, to hear the short breaths in her ear. Katrina rolled Ada’s nipples between her fingers and gasped each time her sister’s hand struck her clit. Finally she could take no more. She shoved Ada back onto the bed and crawled up to fling one leg over her. She straddled her sister’s face.

“Now tongue me, little sister. Lick my clit and stick your tongue up inside my pussy. Make me come on your face.”

Ada’s moans vibrated the warm, wet flesh above her. She had no idea what to do but the lust sweeping through her offered no alternative: she sunk her tongue into her sister’s sodden pussy, kissing her lips, fondling her clit frantically. Katrina humped helplessly against the amazing sensation, forcing herself again and again into Ada’s mouth.

With her tongue Ada teased Katrina’s clit out from under its hood, then locked her lips around it, suckling it like a nipple. Katrina cried out. Before she could take a breath, Ada thrust two fingers into her pussy and her sister abruptly jerked away, panting.

“No. No, baby, I don’t want to come yet.” She smiled wickedly. Ada looked bewildered.

“Soon. I promise. I just want you to be there with me.” Her smile was real now, and Ada’s heart melted. This is dangerous, she thought. I can’t fall in love with my sister. But when she looks like that… god, I can’t say no.

Katrina turned to straddle her the other way, and without warning covered Ada’s pussy with her mouth. Ada gasped and reared up to continue her ministrations, communicating her cries of bliss as vibrations on her sister’s clit. Closing their legs around one another they formed a moaning, twitching unit, each one’s lust causing the other to tongue her faster in a rising spiral of pleasure.

Ada licked away the trails of wetness brought out by her thrusting fingers and sucked hard at her sister’s lips, hoping for more. Katrina stretched her tongue to its considerable limit and sunk it between those swollen lips, into the sweet, hot interior. She felt her sister spasming. She felt the orgasm begin.

Katrina’s pussy expelled a rush of juices into Ada’s mouth, and Ada swallowed a scream as she came all over her sister’s face. They shook and convulsed, clinging to one another. “Oh GOD!” Ada cried as the waves of pleasure made her body go slack. “Ada,” murmured her sister, loving whispers nearly muffled by the wet thighs locked around her head. “Ada, Ada, Ada…”

For a moment Ada felt as if she might fall asleep. The fever inside her was still. She had never felt so peaceful. Then Katrina rolled aside and turned around to take her in her arms.

“I love you,” her sister whispered, fixing her with those dark eyes, those irresistible eyes that had always kept her safe and taken care of her. “I know what it must seem like, but… I love you. I have for a long time. Sorry it took me so long to tell you.”

Ada gasped “I love you too!” as she blinked back a film of tears. Then she laughed. “Oh, God, I’m going to have to break up with Matthew now. I can’t imagine what I’ll say!”

Katrina smiled, brushing sweaty hair back from her sister’s brow. “Don’t worry about that now. Think you can sleep?”

Ada nodded. “You wore me out, dearest…” She settled her head against her sister’s shoulder, comfortable despite the heat, and drifted back into her dream.

The End

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Dear Mom: I Want You, Part 2

  • Posted on June 24, 2019 at 2:23 pm

by Kinky_Becky

Mom knew something was up when she called me that evening. I was even a bigger wreck than the night before, and she had to repeat everything she said three or four times.

“Sweetie, I’ll be home in the morning. I know you don’t want to talk about whatever is bothering you over the phone, but can you hold out until then?”

“I’ll be fine, Mom. Don’t worry, okay? Just tell me one thing, that no matter what, you’ll always love me.”

“Oh baby girl, how can you even ask me that? I love you. I’ll always love you. Nothing, absolutely nothing will ever change that. Understand?”

“Yes, Momma.”

She laughed. “You better! I don’t want to have to put you across my knee.”

The thought of getting spanked by my mother had always struck fear in me. I’m not sure why, because she’d never done it. This time, just imagining it sent a little surge of current straight through me, starting in my ear and rushing to my clit. I almost moaned. Fortunately, I was able to hold back.

“Did you hear me? I said, I don’t want to have to put you across my knee.”

“I heard you, Momma,” I said, my voice quivering. “Sorry, it just shocked me.”

“Oh, now… you know I could never hurt you,” she replied, her voice filled with love and concern.

“I know, Momma. I know. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Dinner didn’t go so well that night. My brothers were their typical asinine selves. They complained about having to spend the whole day outside so I could get the house cleaned up special for Mom, insisting that it looked exactly as it did when they left. I yelled at them, called them ungrateful little bastards.

I knew I was an emotional wreck, and I also knew why. I couldn’t wait for Mom to get home, yet at the same time I dreaded it. Having gone for what seemed like a week without sleep, I crashed on the couch, not waking up until my little brother turned on the television to watch cartoons.

“Mom’s home,” he said.

“Where?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“She just pulled up.”

I looked at the clock. It was only 10:00; she had to have left early. I walked outside, still in my bare feet, to help her unload the car. As usual, my lazy brothers didn’t lift a finger, or even come out to welcome Mom home.

“You made it early,” I said, greeting her with a hug. For the first time, I was aware of her breasts against mine as we embraced.

“Yeah, an extra day was more than enough. I don’t get to spend enough time with the boys as it is.”

I knew she was lying. She was worried about me. Dallas was only a three hour drive, so she must have left around seven. It meant she didn’t get to sleep in. It also meant that she didn’t get to enjoy Allison before she left.

After helping Mom in with the bags, we sat in her room talking, putting her clothes away. I listened as she lied to me about the conference, how it was boring and about the made up people she supposedly met. She even told me about a few of the lectures she supposedly attended.

I just smiled, hanging on every word. I guess there was a small part of me that felt lied to, but I completely understood. Allison and Cindy were her secret life that I so desperately wanted to be a part of. I knew she felt compelled to keep that from me, from everyone she knew and loved, and I knew why. It was the same reason I had felt the need to keep my sexuality from her. No, that’s not entirely accurate. Hers was a much bigger secret, and she had far more to lose. Soon, she’d know her secret was out, that it was safe with me, and there was no reason for these silly little fibs.

By the time we finished, the boys were long gone and we had the house to ourselves. Of course she brought up my “girl troubles.” I told her I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet, but she’d be the first to know when I was.

Mom’s so wonderful. That’s all it took for her to drop the subject, and soon she was asking me if I wanted to go shopping. I knew that it was just a distraction, the perfect distraction. She always knew exactly what to say and do, like she had her own private Mom Manual.

So rather than worry about how Mom was going to react when she checked her mail, we spent the next several hours at the mall, trying on clothes, testing perfumes, and eating ice cream.

The next day, she woke us up early, dragging my brothers out of bed kicking and screaming. She didn’t even let us know where we were going until she pulled into the Fun Center. My brothers stopped their whining as soon as they saw the sign. That’s just how she was, and how they were.

She made every effort to spend time with us, to give us every bit of herself that she could. I guess my brothers were just too young to appreciate that. I’m sure they saw her much the same as I saw Dad, like she’d abandoned them. She hadn’t, of course. But she came home when they were in bed. I cooked for them, cleaned for them, made sure they did their homework. It wasn’t her fault; it was Dad’s fault. Still, I was old enough and mature enough to understand that, and they weren’t. So when they grabbed their tokens and ran off for the go-cart track, she understood, and so did I.

I grabbed Mom’s hand and followed them, leading her over to the fence so we could watch. As they raced around the track, trying to run each other off the course, my mother and I just laughed, talking about trivial things. And when the boys had finally grown tired of racing, we took them inside for pizza, and even got in a few games of putt-putt golf and some video games before they wanted to race again. Then it was off to the batting cages. It was a wonderful day, filled with fun for the whole family.

The next morning, Mom was back to work and the boys were back at the pool. I went to the bulletin boards, but being alone, I just couldn’t focus. It was Monday, and I knew the post office would be open. I wasn’t sure if they had delivered my letter to her box yet, or if she’d checked her mail or not, but there was a chance.

That chance kept me on edge the entire day, so rather than waste my time, I spent it cleaning. Sure, I cleaned every day — well, most every day — but I never cleaned like this. The house was sparkling by the time I was done.

I made my mother’s favorite for dinner — jambalaya, to go with boiled crawfish that I picked up at a nearby restaurant. It’s one of our favorites when in season, and back then crawfish were extremely cheap.

After dinner, which everyone loved, we all sat out back on the patio and relaxed. I’d even gotten her a six-pack. After the boys left to take their showers and head off to bed, Mom and I cleaned up, and then sat in the living room sipping our beers. We didn’t talk about work, or school, or boys, we just talked.

I’d spent the whole day worried about her coming home, trying to keep busy to keep myself from obsessing about her. Yet when she came home, I felt at ease. She was just my mother, nothing more, nothing less, the best parent in the world.

“Time for bed,” she sighed as she stood up.

I hugged her tightly, knowing that I’d be just as worried the next morning, worried this might be the last time she’d hug me. She turned out the light as I was walking down the hall toward the bedrooms, then followed behind me. As I turned and opened my bedroom door, she stopped me.

“Hey, I thought you were going to bed,” she asked, puzzled.

“I am, silly… are you so drunk you don’t remember where my room is?”

“No… I just thought you wanted to sleep with me tonight,” she whispered, biting her lower lip.

I looked back at my mother, incredulously. She had read my letter; she knew. But when? I’d been with her every moment since she had gotten home. Even when she went to pee, I followed her into the bathroom, sitting on the sink to continue our chat like always. She had to have read it before she got home.

My God! Mom had known the entire time, yet maintained the façade of ignorance. From the minute she walked through the door she knew of my wicked intentions, yet maintained a strictly parental role.

That was just it. She was my mother; I was her daughter. Nothing was going to change that, absolutely nothing. Becoming my lover would do nothing to negate her roles as mother, as best friend, as confidant — it only enhanced those roles.

For once, I felt at ease. I knew everything was going to be wonderful. And without a shred of apprehension, I followed my mother into her room and locked the door behind me.

“Baby girl, I am so sorry I never told you the truth about everything. I didn’t want you to think less of me. I didn’t think you’d understand.” My mother’s voice quivered as she spoke, a tear forming at the corner of her eye.

“Mom, you don’t owe me any explanation. You did what you thought you had to. I’m just glad that you found Allison and Cindy, and that you didn’t allow your fear to keep you from your own happiness. I don’t want to be a barrier to that anymore. Live your life for you, not for us. If you’re happy, I’ll be happy.”

“I loved your photos. I made myself come twice in the car on the way home.”

My head spun to hear her say that. “Wh-when did you read the letter?” I stammered out.

“I picked it up on my way to work, but I didn’t read it until I got off,” she giggled. “And oh, my, did I ever get off! I thought it was a letter from Allison; you sneaky little devil. But I’d just left her house on Saturday. At the very least I expected something huge, something she was afraid to tell me while I was there. I was worried all day, so much so that I couldn’t even concentrate on my patients.

“Anyway, as soon as I was in the car, I pulled around to an empty part of the parking lot and opened it up. I have to admit that what I read made me cry. I felt so happy, so proud. But those pictures, my dear sweet Rebecca! My God, you had me coming so hard. I don’t know why you didn’t smell it when I stepped into the house.”

“If you think my pictures made you come hard, just wait until the real me gets hold of you,” I whispered to her. My mother’s sweet words had transformed the smoldering love I held deep in my heart into a roaring inferno. I don’t want to call it lust, because that sounds so dirty. I don’t mind dirty at all, but there was nothing dirty about the way I felt. It felt absolutely pure, unbridled, uncontrollable.

Slowly, I inched forward, reaching behind my mother’s back, pulling her to me. Our lips met in a soft, gentle caress. I let my hand slide lower, feeling the rough fabric of her nurse’s uniform, that thick polyester crap. I hated it, but because it was coming between me and my mother’s naked body.

Frustrated, my fingers met at her waistband, untying the knot. In my haste, I only made it worse. Giggling, my mother took over. “Here, let me help you. You’re like your father, trying to unhook a bra.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. She was absolutely right, though, and I realized that I needed to slow down. As she worked on the knot, I slid my hands under her scrub top, caressing the soft flesh of her back until I felt the bottom edge of her bra. I worked my way over to the clasp, popping it open with a snap of my fingers.

We kissed again, and it quickly became much more forceful, yet still soft and passionate. I felt her tongue slip inside my mouth. As our tongues danced, my hand caressed her shoulders, feeling them shift as she continued to work on the knot my clumsy fingers had created. I’m not sure why her shoulders turned me on so much. I guess every part of her turned me on right then.

“Shit!” she groaned, backing away to focus more on the knot. “Not tonight. No fucking way are you doing this to me tonight!” she cried out. Walking over to her dresser, she opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. She looked almost angry as she cut through the strings, then tossed the scissors aside and then shoved her pants down to her ankles.

Only then did I realize that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

She raised her scrub top over her head and pulled off her bra, leaving her naked, exposed.

I had seen my mother naked countless times. Despite my love for the female body, I’d never seen her this way. I always considered her beautiful, in fact gorgeous, even at 42. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. It was too dark to see them, but she had the most alluring green eyes, eyes that pierced through you. Her lips were full and accentuated with her lipstick, which was now barely detectable. She stood 5’6”, a good four inches taller than I am. It meant that I always had to look up to her, which I would have done regardless of her physical stature. Her breasts were heavy, two full C-cups that offered the most comforting place to lay your head at night. A lifetime of 12-hour shifts had kept Mom fit and trim, her narrow waist tapering to her hips in soft, succulent curves. My eyes trailed inward from that point until I was staring at her slit, which opened invitingly as she stepped toward me.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, baby girl,” she whispered as she pulled my nightshirt over my head. For years, I slept in one of my dad’s shirts. Initially, I did it because I wanted to feel close to him. For the past couple of years, I just did it because it looked and felt so damned sexy. This one was a football jersey, Troy Aikman’s if I recall correctly. I had gotten it for my dad the previous Christmas, but confiscated it immediately for my own use. Honestly, I thought more about Troy than I ever did about my father, but with my mother bearing down on me, it was time for the top to go.

I loved the way the polyester tickled me as my mother raised the jersey over my head. My nipples were so hard, like pencil erasers — and not little ones, more like the size of the big pencils we used in kindergarten. Each hole of that jersey seemed to grab onto my goose-pimpled flesh, like tiny fingernails flicking across the skin.

I heard her gasp when she realized I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It always thrilled me, talking to my mom with practically nothing on, like I was getting away with something — but hearing her excitement right then pushed me over the edge, and I came. Not a big one, but I could definitely feel the spasms, as well as my juices flowing.

“Naughty girl,” my mother hissed into my ear.

“Me? What about you? Didn’t you go to work commando?”

“Of course not. It’s just that, after what those pictures did to me, I had to have something to clean up with.”

“So where are they?” I inquired.

“They’re under my car seat. I couldn’t put them back on, and I sure wasn’t going to carry them into the house while they were that wet… practically dripping!”

“Dripping? Oh, come on,” I replied incredulously.

In response, my mother just stared at me, not even blinking, for what seemed like an eternity. “Just wait,” she said breathlessly.

With that, my mother pushed me back onto her bed. It was still made, and the roughness of the bedspread felt like sandpaper compared to my mother’s smooth flesh. She lay on top of me, her warm body pressed into mine, pinning me to the very bed she’d shared with my father, where she cradled me in her arms when I had a bad dream — where I very likely was conceived. That thought sent shivers through me.

Once again, my mother kissed me, but there was nothing motherly about it. This was a kiss of unadulterated passion and lust. As our lips pressed firmly together, our tongues united in a passionate embrace. I had loved my mother my entire life, and now I was showing her just how much, in a way I had never fathomed until a week ago.

A burning fire grew deep in my chest. Initially, it felt wonderful, like my heart burning with love. But that smoldering warmth intensified until I felt my entire body would burst into flame. I had forgotten to breathe. In my lustful state, concentrating so intensely on my mother, on how soft her succulent lips felt on mine, on how her nipples poked so deliciously into my breasts, on how divinely her nails dug into my flesh as she gripped my ass, that I actually forgot to breathe.

I could have kissed my mother like that all night; it was pure bliss. Mom wasn’t as easily satisfied. She began slowly kissing and licking down my body. I knew where she was heading, and I felt like a five-year-old with attention deficit disorder waiting for Christmas. Each kiss was a delicious torture. I wanted to scream, to grip her head in my hands and push her down where I wanted her to be, to beg her to fuck me. But this was my mother, who I loved and adored like no other, so I resisted, love overpowering my lust.

Finally, I felt her warm breath on my navel, her tongue flicking across it. Then lower, at my waist, until at last, I felt her sticky breath on my inflamed clit. She was panting, and my sex throbbed each time the warm air caressed it, only to chill over between, like tiny ocean waves lapping at me. I longed to feel something else though, something more concrete. I bent my knees and spread my hips invitingly, trying desperately to encourage my mother, to guide her where I needed her most.

“Oh, Momma, kiss me.”

I don’t know why I used that word. For some reason, I couldn’t talk dirty to Mom. I loved her. I wanted her. She was my lover, but she was also my mother. For the first time I saw how our roles could impact our relationship. I felt so conflicted. I wanted to talk dirty; it’s such a huge part of my sexuality, but I didn’t want to disrespect her.

I made the decision then and there. She had already proven that she will always be my mother, that our passion for one another would never change that. I was bound and determined to do the same.

“Do you see how fuckin’ wet my pussy is for you, Momma?” I asked her. “It’s fuckin’ dripping for you. Lick me. Taste me. Taste your little girl’s pussy,” I begged, bucking my hips upward toward her mouth.

A sinister grin spread across her face. It held a curious mixture of lust and pride. I’d never seen that look before, not on her, not on anyone — but I liked it, and knew I wanted to see it a lot more often. “Yes, baby girl,” she crooned. “I can see it. I can smell it. And I can’t wait to taste you.”

With that she leaned in, her soft tongue parting my labia, its wet warmth sending vibrations through my entire body.

“Oh, fuck! That’s it. Suck my clit, Mommy. Feel how hot it is for you, how much you turn me on.”

My knees clapped together, trapping my mother’s head between my thighs. Each time I clenched them again, my clit pulsated, like a thousand tiny orgasms flooding through me. I reached down, gripping her hair in my hands, squeezing the soft strands between my fingers. I relaxed my thighs, then tightened them again, those pulsations in my clit growing stronger each time. My impending orgasm mounted, closer and closer, each surge feeling like the next would be the last.

“Suck it!” I hissed. “Suck it like it’s a little cock. Put your lips around it and suck my clit.”

Each filthy word pushed me higher and higher. I kept anticipating the fall, waiting to go over that edge and fall hard into the throes of ecstasy.

“Oh Momma, suck me. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come for you. Your dirty little slut daughter is gonna come in your fuckin’ mouth.”

My mother didn’t miss a beat. Like an expert, she continued to suck me, her tongue in perfect position over my little nub. All the hair pulling, name calling, and hip bucking in the world couldn’t sway Mom from her task. Just like always, she was right there when I needed her, exactly where I needed her.

That’s when I felt it. Somehow gently, yet forcefully, my mother eased two fingers inside my cunt. It wasn’t very far, but she curled them upward, and that set off a trigger in me like no other. There was something there, some magical little button tucked away inside me, and my mother was able to find in seconds what I hadn’t known existed in all my eighteen years.

The orgasm that coursed through me at that moment was indescribable. Until that moment, I thought I knew what sex, what coming was all about. How wrong I was! Oh, I’d had orgasms, but they were mere tremors on the Richter scale of love. This thing was a fucking twelve. I don’t know how we even stayed on the bed. I don’t know why my brothers weren’t barging into the room, wondering what tornado had just touched down in Mom’s bedroom. And as soon as that climax was over, another one was taking its place.

There was no more dirty talk. It was all I could do to breathe. My lungs were starving for air, despite my panting. My mouth and throat were so dry I wouldn’t have been able to talk anyway. Still, Mom didn’t stop. She continued that torrid onslaught — not just on my clit, hell, I could have tolerated that, but on that glorious internal button that she found with such ease. My body twisted and contorted in ways that a carny would have envied, yet her fingers never wavered from that spot. Masterfully, she maintained the perfect pressure, the perfect speed, the perfect everything. It was like she was made for me, like I was made for her.

When my finally body shut down, no longer able to supply the needed energy to continue, my mother withdrew. Slowly, she kissed her way back up my spent body, curling up next to me, cuddling me like so many times before, unlike so many times before. I leaned back against her, my head resting on her natural pillows. Part of me wanted to nestle up to her and fall asleep — a very small part of me.

The much larger part wanted to make her feel the same way. I was so thankful she was my mother. I knew my lack of experience precluded me from performing to her high standard. With anyone else, I would have felt inadequate, but this was my mother, and I knew that she would never judge me.

My mother’s warm hand and gentle caresses produced a comforting, yet rejuvenating effect. As my motor functions restored, I began kissing her — first between her breasts, kissing the beads of sweat that decorated her cleavage like specks of glitter, all the while inhaling the sweet aroma of her perfume.

I kissed my way down, gradually working my way to the foot of the bed. As I lowered my body to the mattress, her legs splayed open, beckoning me.

Her pussy looked exceedingly inviting, like somewhere I had been before, some place I desperately wanted to return to. Her labia were swollen, splayed open in the shape of cutest, sexiest little heart, her little button adorning the top like the tip of Cupid’s arrow. This was all framed by black wispy curls, trimmed neatly like a freshly mowed lawn. I could even see little droplets of moisture in her pubes, like early morning dew. She was absolutely beautiful.

I was mere inches away from her sex. I gently slid my fingers up through the slit, playing in her wetness, the smoothness of her flesh contrasting sharply with her coarse hairs. The pouty lips begged for attention; I pushed them aside, watching her swollen nubbin poke out prominently, proudly.

The heady aroma of my mother’s cunt filled my nostrils. It was the first time I ever smelled another woman; I never got close enough to Jennifer’s sex to smell it. It was a delightful fragrance, one that intoxicated me with lust.

For some reason, I was nervous. I’d licked my own juices from my hand hundreds of times. I knew this was my mother, who would love and adore me no matter how amateurish I was at cunnilingus. Still, for some reason, I was scared. I wanted it, oh God how I wanted to taste my mother, to pleasure her even a fraction as well as she had pleasured me. Still, I knew I was at a crossroads, and I was about to journey down the road, not only of lesbianism, but of incest.

As I lowered my lips over her clit, I felt her labia engulf my cheeks. It felt like her pussy was eating me, even as I was eating it, like it was kissing me back, and I found it incredibly erotic. Her clit was huge. As I sucked it into my mouth, it felt as if I was sucking on the tip of my little finger, and I could swear I felt it growing by the second. Wrapping my lips around it, I flicked my tongue across the tip, just as countless erotic stories had described. It was all I had to go on, that and the example my mother had just provided.

Those fears, those nerves, were quickly squelched. As I teased her, I felt my mother’s hands caressing my scalp, weaving her delicate fingers through my hair. When I hit a particularly sensitive spot, she moaned, her hips bucking wildly.

I quickly learned what she liked best, getting the most profound responses by squeezing her clit gently between my lips, licking around it in tiny circles rather than directly on it, flicking my tongue across her labia, and pressing firmly on her clitoral hood with my upper lip.

Easing lower, I slipped my tongue inside her. That seemed to set her off.

“Jesus fucking Christ! Oh, you sweet angel. Put that beautiful tongue inside me, baby. Fuck your momma with it. Oh fuck, yes. Push your tongue into my pussy. Yes, yes! Oh, baby, I love that. Oh, you sweet baby girl,” she whimpered.

I beamed with pride. Honestly, she said a lot more, but her thighs kept clamping down over my ears so I didn’t catch it all. Still, I could have listened to her all day, and likely could have climaxed again without any further stimulation.

I loved the way she talked to me — not just the words, but how she said them, the tone in her voice, everything. Whenever I masturbated, I always had to hold it in. I wanted to scream out, to say the dirty thoughts that permeated my mind out loud. But with brothers in the next room, I didn’t dare utter a peep, and even when I was home alone, I held it in. For once, I got to experience another lover saying what I was thinking, what she was thinking. I felt so connected to her. I imagined every word she said, visualizing it. I pictured my tongue as a huge cock, delving deep inside her sex, tasting her, feeling her, pleasuring her to orgasm.

I knew I had teased Mom long enough when I felt her pull away, lifting her hips further off the mattress and pushing my head lower. I knew immediately what she wanted; apparently we had the same kinky genes. My heartbeat seemed to flutter in my chest. It just seemed so dirty, yet so fucking hot. The thought turned me on, but I was always sure that I was unique in that category. Now, I knew I wasn’t alone.

With my eyes fixated on my mother’s beautiful face, I gently ran my tongue across her rosebud. She shuddered, short, deep gasps causing her lovely breasts to quiver. All that captured air came pouring out in the sweetest moan, as I stiffened up my tongue and pressed it firmly inside her, feeling the wrinkly flesh open up around me.

I watched with pride as my mother raised her hand to her mouth, biting down on the thick fleshy pad of her palm. I knew it well. I did it the same thing regularly when I was having a particularly wonderful orgasm and didn’t want to announce it to the entire house. It was so erotic watching my mother do it, like watching myself. I marveled at how similar we were.

I continued to lick her, my nose pressed against her wet pussy. She wasn’t quite as vocal, but her whimpers and pants encouraged me. I worked my way back up, the tip of my nose massaging her clit as I pressed my tongue back inside her cunt. I delved as deeply into her as I could, not so much for her pleasure as my own. I wanted to taste her. Little droplets of juice had been dripping down her crack, soaking the sheets, and I didn’t want to waste a drop of my mother’s honey.

As I licked my way back up to her clitoris, I slipped my three fingers inside her. Remembering what she’d done to me, I curled my fingers upward, feeling for anything different, watching my mother closely for any evidence of that internal button. When my fingers brushed along this one spongy spot, nowhere near as deep as I thought, she let out this guttural moan, her stomach stretched taut. Gently, I traced tiny circles around it as I took my mother’s clit into my mouth. As I did, my mother’s legs draped over my shoulders, her heels locking in the small of my back, pulling me into her. Soon, those heels were digging into me, using them for leverage as she rocked her hips, grinding into my mouth. Her hips gradually became more and more animated. Needing more leverage, my mom planted her heels back into the mattress, lifting her ass up high. No longer was I able to gently stroke her. No, her hips were rocking violently, thrusting back against the three fingers I had buried deep inside her. She held my mouth to her pussy, essentially fucking my lips with her oversized clit.

“Oh shit, baby, I’m going to fucking come. Oh my baby girl, oh, make me come, make your mommy come all over your pretty little face. Make mommy your little slut. Make me your dirty whore.”

I was coming on my own accord. Not because I was touching myself, but simply because I was making my mother climax. I couldn’t help but notice that she wanted to be my slut, my whore, while I couldn’t help but feel like hers. It made me feel so close to her, so intimately connected. We wanted the same things, had the same thoughts, even felt the same way.

As she started to come, my mother reached down between us, pushing my tongue out of the way as she rubbed her own clit. I must admit that it hurt my feelings a little, thinking I wasn’t doing it quite right and she had to take over. Still, that thought was fleeting, as a million new thoughts raced through my mind, watching my mother pleasuring herself. Here was a person’s most intimate activity, and she was sharing it with me. How lovely!

As I thought that, little raindrops fell onto my cheeks, my forearms, my breasts. I knew we were inside, but that’s what it felt like. That’s when I realized what my mother was doing; she was squirting on me!

Her hand blurred across her clit as this throaty cry ascending from her lungs. She released both simultaneously, a shriek filling my ears as she brought her hand up to her lips, sucking them clean of her nectar. Even in the moonlight it was clearly visible. Her pussy was dripping. Every inch of her, from her navel to her knees, was completely soaked, as was my face and chest. I understood then why my mother’s panties were still in her car. Part of me wanted to retrieve them and suck every drop from them. If I didn’t have a fresh mess in front of me to clean up, I may very well have done just that.

“Oh, Rebecca, that was amazing,” Mom sighed as I licked her clean. “I love you so much; don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t, Mom,” I paused, then continued, “and I love you too, every bit as much.”

Kissing my way back up her torso, I nestled in her chest, then reached back behind me to pull the sheets and blankets over us. I kissed my mother goodnight — just a normal mother-daughter kiss goodnight — well, except that I could taste myself on her lips.

I slept that night better than I had in years, knowing our relationship was secure, knowing my mother was happy, and that I had found the lover of my dreams.

The End

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Ripples, Chapter 15

  • Posted on June 22, 2019 at 1:57 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

The Chamber of Commerce meeting at the town hall had become a fractious one. Jess had given an impassioned and eloquent speech, describing how her father, who had been a successful business man employing many locals, had always fought for the community. In far too many small towns across England, neighborhoods were becoming ghost towns, with both independent and large chain stores closing amid the dominance of online shopping, or done in by the high business rates and rents for traditional brick-and-mortar retailers.

One of the best decisions from the local Town Council in recent years was to provide lots of free parking to encourage residents to frequent the high street, rather than out-of-town retail parks or big city shopping centres like the new one in Oxford. Another key factor was the diversity of shops, including chic stores like Jessica’s, and a wide range of restaurants, pubs and coffee shops. When one business closed, it was quickly replaced by another. Retailers expected to pay a price to tempt shoppers to drive into town, but some countered that the proposed business rates increase would bring about the demise of the high street.

With no consensus in sight, the meeting finished much earlier than expected and Jess decided to catch up with some of the other local business owners. As she glanced around to see who else was staying after, she heard her name called from behind. She turned, and was greeted by a smiling Stella approaching with arms wide.

As they hugged, Stella said, “I was hoping I’d see you here, how are you?”

“Hi, Stella. Fine, thanks… or at least I was, until the bloody council started playing silly buggers.”

As she chatted, Jess felt herself begin to flush, recalling the last time she’d seen Stella — and how she had fondled herself to orgasm in her office after ogling the woman’s twin daughters in their sexy underthings. Remembering what she had overheard Stella saying to the girls — I know you both have a crush on Jessica, and I understand, she’s an incredibly sexy woman — Jess wondered, not for the first time, if her friend was gay.

Jess couldn’t recall ever seeing Stella with a man at any of the events they’d attended… or with a woman, for that matter. Jess knew she had married young, long before her switch from hippy chick to entrepreneur, and had divorced not long after the twins were born. She’s still got her looks, not to mention plenty of money in the bank, Jessica mused. Plenty of guys must see her as a real catch, but she isn’t biting.

Another snatch of that overheard conversation suddenly popped into Jessica’s head, something Stella had said to the twins that hinted at more than a normal mother/daughter relationship between them. Given all that she’d experienced herself over the last few weeks, Jess began to wonder if Stella was a kindred spirit.

Her thoughts were wandering ever so slightly, but Stella’s next remark brought them back. “Listen, Jess, why don’t you and the girls come over to mine one weekend for lunch? I just laid in a case of a very respectable Bordeaux and we can share a bottle, along with the latest gossip.”

“That sounds great, Stella, I’d love to. I know the girls will enjoy hanging out with your twins.”

“Fab, it’s a date. I’ll call you to arrange it. Must dash, I have to get back to the girls.” They hugged again, a little longer than usual, before dabbing kisses on each other’s cheeks before Stella left with a cheery wave. Jess departed soon after.

As she made her way back home, Jessica’s mind was initially focused on the intransigence of the council, but as she traversed the rolling hills to the sparsely populated countryside near her village, her mood lightened. She thought about Stella, trying to picture her naked and exploring sexual pleasure with her girls. Imagine, making love to twin daughters. Well, I’ve experienced half of that.

She chuckled, but felt a pang of arousal as she wondered if her own lovely, sexy daughter would still be up, waiting for her to return home. If I know her, she’s probably waiting in my bed, wearing nothing but a smile.

A warm feeling washed over her as she anticipated the sweet softness of Alice’s smooth skin against hers. Jess knew she still had to find the right moment to tell Alice and Katie that she and Rachel had elected to become a lesbian couple. It would probably be easier if I discussed it with Alice first, given that she already knows about Rachel and me having sex. With Katie completely unaware of her mother’s newly discovered passion for other women — and girls, too, let’s face it — she wasn’t sure how her nine-year-old would take it, or even if she knew what a lesbian was.

She was also worried about Katie keeping the news to herself, once she knew the truth. Although Jess trusted her middle child to do as she was asked and respect Mummy’s privacy, it was in the nature of girls that young to blurt things out to their friends, sometimes without even meaning to.

Don’t know why I care so bloody much, she told herself, making a face. If I’m a lesbian, it seems silly to be so damned secretive about it. Before very much longer, that closet’s going to be too small to hold me. Still… she didn’t quite feel ready to announce to the world, “I’m gay.” Soon, she vowed.

She emptied her mind of that quandary; at that moment, she was dreaming of a knee-trembling orgasm in the arms of her beloved eldest daughter.

Arriving home, she left the car on the drive — closing the door as quietly as she could, in case the opening and closing of the rickety old garage door woke the girls. The house was in darkness, except for a small glow behind the curtain to Alice’s window. Perhaps she’s reading, or maybe warming herself up for me. I think I’ll surprise her.

Jess opened the front door quietly, closing and locking it behind her. Slipping off her shoes, she went into the kitchen to leave her keys and bag, then checked the living room to make sure the TV and lights were off. As she opened the door, she detected a familiar scent; the thick, unmistakable tang of cunt.

Looks like my little minx got a head start down here before going to her room. She smiled, her body pulsing with anticipation.

Satisfied all was in order, Jess began to climb the stairs — then she stopped dead after a few steps. There were sounds coming from above; the unmistakable sound of a young girl in the throes of sexual release. She listened for a moment, then smiled, already anticipating the pleasure of watching her daughter masturbate.

Then the smile quickly vanished from her face. Alice was talking to someone… begging them to lick her!

Jessica’s first impulse was to rush upstairs, then the thought crossed her mind that perhaps Alice was fantasising out loud, thinking about being licked by her mother. But then, she heard the word ‘Katie’.

Jess was suddenly confused… and shocked. Is Alice having sex fantasies about her nine-year-old sister?

To her astonishment, the thought actually made her tremble, her body heat rising. Since her last chat with Rachel, Jessica had found herself wondering if — or even when — she might develop the same sort of sexual relationship with Katie that she had with Alice. Once again, she recalled the morning Katie caught them in bed together, the flimsy excuse she’d given the girl to explain it, and the look on Katie’s face when Jess had paraded nude in front of her.

She was still frozen to the spot, straining to hear what other naughty thoughts her wicked little angel might utter. Jess thought she could pick out the squelching sounds of fingers thrusting furiously in and out of a juicy cunt, and her heartbeat quickened at the thought of sneaking into Alice’s room, crawling between the twelve-year-old’s thighs and feasting on her luscious slit.

Jess began to mount the stairs again, moving quietly as possible, wanting to spy on Alice for a moment without giving her presence away, relishing the prospect of watching the girl pleasure herself. She toyed with the notion of discarding her clothes as she went, but decided against it — too many questions if one of the other girls woke up and caught their mum stripping naked in the hallway.

Reaching the landing, she crept along the hall, Alice’s ecstatic moans growing louder with each step. The girl was clearly on the verge of climax. If she makes any more noise, it could wake Katie up! I certainly hope that she has those bathroom doors closed…

She reached the landing just outside the open doorway, then froze in mid-step, staring in disbelief at the sight before her.

Alice was nude, leaning back against a mound of pillows, her legs spread wide apart, with an equally naked Katie lying between them, licking her big sister’s slit.

A rush of blood went to Jessica’s head, making her giddy, while a twinge of heat made itself felt in her knickers. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Her eyes were drawn to the perfect little orbs of Katie’s pale bum, jiggling in time with her bobbing head as she traced Alice’s sex again and again with eager swipes of the tongue.

Then Jess shifted her gaze to the older girl, taking in the dreamy, ecstatic expression on Alice’s face as she took pleasure from her little sister. I’ve never seen her so gorgeous, Jess thought.

She absently toyed with the buttons on her dress, staring in wonder at her children, her beautiful sexy daughters, as they coupled like lovers.

Alice moaned loudly, clearly on the cusp of sexual release, and Jess glanced down the hallway towards Poppy’s room at the end, concerned that her youngest daughter might awaken, then emerge to investigate. As she looked back at the erotic tableau before her, Alice gave a strangled cry, her body stiffening in orgasm. This was too much for Jess, and she slumped against the door frame.

Neither of the girls noticed. Katie continued to lick her sister’s pussy, while Alice panted and whimpered, lost in rapture, and Jess watched the whole thing — embarrassed to be spying on her daughters during such an intimate moment, but unable to tear herself away.

Finally, Alice relaxed with a sigh. Katie slowly sat up, tasting and savouring the nectar that coated her lips. Glancing sideways, she caught sight of Jessica, standing in the darkened hallway. Eyes widening in horror, Katie cried, “Mum!”

Still dazed from her orgasm, Alice raised her head from the pillow, seeing her mother framed in the doorway. No emotion crossed her face — she just gazed at Jessica, waiting for whatever was going to happen.

As Jess entered the room on shaky legs, Katie flew into motion — leaping from the bed in a panic and searching frantically for her nightdress, stealing quick glances at her mother. Scooping the garment up from the floor where she’d let it fall, the nine-year-old clutched it to her bare body.

“S-sorry, Mum!” Katie gasped, close to shedding tears. “We were just… I m-mean, we were…” Knowing that she had nothing to offer in the way of an excuse, she fell silent, her lower lip quivering.

Though her heart was pounding frantically, Jess managed a calm smile. “It’s okay, Katie… I’m not angry with you, I promise. Can you go to your room for just a moment? I need to speak privately with your sister.”

The young girl turned and fled, almost dashing into the bathroom — then stopped. Turning back, peering timidly into her sister’s room, she said, “Mum? Please don’t be cross with Alice. It’s n-not her fault.”

“I’m not cross with her, either,” Jess said. “Now run along, sweetheart. I’ll talk to you in a minute.” With a nod, Katie made a hasty exit, pulling both doors shut behind her.

In contrast, Alice was completely calm. She rose slowly and sat on the edge of the bed, making no effort to cover her nakedness, looking into her mother’s eyes. Though she didn’t let it show, the twelve-year-old was enormously pleased. She hadn’t planned on getting caught — but now that Mum knew, Alice immediately recognized a good opportunity when she saw one . Now, if I play my cards right…

Suddenly feeling exhausted, Jessica closed the bedroom door, her face a mixture of shock and confusion; shock at witnessing her daughters in the throes of lesbian incest, confusion at how turned on she’d been by the sight — although “turned on,” didn’t even come close to describing the rush of sexual heat that coursed through her body at that instant. Her knickers were wet enough to wring out.

Seating herself heavily on the edge of the bed, Jess bent to cover her face with both hands. “What have I done?” she whimpered. “This is all my fault; it’s all happening too fast. I’ve turned you into some kind of lesbian nymphomaniac.”

What’s a nymphomaniac? Alice wondered, but sensed that this wasn’t the best time to ask. Instead, she quickly put an arm around her mother. “No, Mum, it’s not your fault at all. I already knew I was a lesbian, and I really wanted what happened between us. I practically forced you into it, don’t you remember?”

Jess turned to Alice, giving the girl a fixed stare. “What about Katie? Did you ‘force’ her into this?”

“Mum!” Alice cried, pulling her arm away. “How can you even think I’d do something like that? Now you’re being totally unfair. You were standing there and watching us, weren’t you? Did it even look like Katie was, was licking me when she really didn’t want to?”

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Jessica said, hastening to soothe the agitated girl. “You’re right, of course, on both counts. I was watching you, and yes, Katie was clearly a… a willing participant. I take back what I said, okay?”

“Okay,” Alice said, calm once more. “Um… I’m sorry I got mad.”

“Let me ask you this, then: how long have you and Katie been doing these things?”

“Tonight was the first time we really did anything, Mum. Remember a few days ago, after I got back from camp? I was upstairs before dinner, checking that sex story website I told you about for anything new. Well, I didn’t hear Katie come in… and she saw what I was reading and that I was touching myself. She started asking questions, so I told her about how I liked girls.”

“You did?” Jess cut in. “Was she okay with that?”

“Not upset, if that’s what you mean,” Alice replied. “More… curious, really. She asked me some questions, and it got me thinking about, um, you and me. I figure that if we keep making love, Katie is gonna catch us sooner or later — she nearly did that first time, remember?”

Jessica made a face. “I do.”

“Well, that got me wondering if I should, you know, teach Katie some things. After all, I am her big sister — I’m supposed to help her with stuff like that, right? Before tonight, though, all we really did was talk. Well, I let her watch me masturbate one time… and I was in the shower with her when you knocked on the door the other morning, but we weren’t doing anything, just washing each other some.”

Jess stared at Alice, listening intently. “And how did it come to… this? Her going down on you?”

“Tonight, after Poppy went to bed, Katie asked me to tell her more about girls having sex, and I thought it was easier to show her how to masturbate to start with. So I did, and she touched herself till she came. Then later, as I was tucking her into bed, she asked me how I learned all this stuff. I didn’t want to lie, so I, errr… well, I told her about that first night. About you and me.”

Jess felt an icy twinge of fear, thinking about the awful consequences of her secret getting out. She glanced towards the bathroom door — the one Katie had departed through — then back at Alice. “What did she have to say about that?”

“Don’t worry, Mum,” Alice murmured, taking her mother’s hand. “She was pretty shocked at first, but wanted to know more, lots more. In fact, well… when I told Katie about how I licked your pussy that first time, she asked me right away if I’d do that with her.”

“My God,” Jess said, her brow furrowed in disbelief. “So that’s when you…”

“Not quite. I didn’t want to rush things. Besides, it was getting a little late, so I promised to teach her another day, and she went off to bed.” Giving her mum a sheepish grin, she continued. “The thing is, after she left… well, I got to feeling all hot and crazy and, and I kinda started to play with myself while I was thinking about you, waiting for you to come home. But Katie… she heard me, I guess, and came in to see what I was doing. She looked so, so cute in that cotton nightie of hers! I couldn’t help myself, Mum, and… well, you saw what happened.”

Rising to her feet, Jessica began to pace the room, a stricken expression on her face. “I don’t know about this, Alice. It’s all going too fast. I — I’m not sure we should be doing these things anymore.”

Alice was shaking her head. “Don’t think that, Mum. Please don’t feel bad about what you and I did. Making love with you was — it was beautiful. I’ve never been so happy, not ever! I always thought you were the best mum in the whole world… and now, I know you are.”

“It’s not supposed to be like this, sweetheart,” Jessica protested. “God knows, I’ve loved everything we’ve done. But mums aren’t meant to b-be intimate with their daughters, and sisters shouldn’t be having sex!”

“Mum, it happens a lot more than you think. Mums, daughters, sisters, aunts, even grandmothers — they do sex stuff all the time and love it! And there are lots of others who love to read about it… here, I’ll show you!”

Rising from the bed, Alice padded over to her desk and opened the laptop, while Jess fought the urge to ogle her naked daughter, assailed all the while by memories of how she’d already enjoyed that flawless body.

With a few keystrokes, the twelve-year-old had opened a website. “Come look at this, Mum.” Drawing close, Jess saw a web page, done up in tasteful hues of purple. She read the site header: Juicy Secrets. There was a photo of a woman kissing a young girl in the upper right-hand corner — then, when Alice clicked to a different page, it changed to a picture of a cute freckled girl, with an older girl nuzzling her cheek.

Scrolling down the screen, Alive showed Jessica a list of stories, then paused on one in particular. “This is one of my favourite writers, Mum. She’s called ‘Naughty Mommy’. See, some of her stories are really long, almost like a book. And lesbians who think about sex with their daughters and young girls love reading them. You should see the comments people leave, Mum! This one is called ‘The Joy of Looking’ and it’s about a mum and her three daughters; just like us.” She clicked on a particular chapter. “Here, read this part. It’s where the whole family makes love together for the first time.” Getting up, Alice offered the chair to her mother.

Seating herself, Jess studied the screen for a couple of minutes, scrolling through the text, eyes going wide as she grew engrossed in the author’s steamy prose.

By the chapter’s end, she nearly clicked ahead to the next part of the story, then paused. Turning to Alice as she stood, Jess said, “Wait here while I talk to Katie.” Without another word, she entered the bathroom, then briefly tapped on the door to Katie’s room, then opened it.

Katie was in her bed, covered up to the chin, but she was still very much awake, looking up at her mum with a mournful expression, nibbling her lower lip.

Jess sat down near her daughter, but before she could speak, Katie said, “I’m so sorry, Mum. I guess that was bad for us to do, huh? I — I just wanted to, um, see what it was like.”

Unable to keep herself from smiling, Jessica patted the nine-year-old’s shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Like I said, I’m not angry with you, and you’re not in any trouble. I just want to ask you a question.”

Katie looked relieved. “What, Mummy?”

“Now, I want you to tell me the truth. Have you and Alice done anything like this before tonight?”

“No, Mum. I mean, we’ve seen each other with no clothes on, but not done any sexy things. I went into Alice’s room one night before dinner and saw her reading some naughty stories and asked her about them. She told me she liked girls, and I wanted to know more. She didn’t make me do anything, I promise! It was my fault. I asked her to teach me stuff, and she did.” Katie paused, her eyes filled with concern. “Um… Alice isn’t in trouble, is she?”

Jess slowly shook her head. “No, but she shouldn’t have brought you into this, at least not without running it by me first.” She looked at her daughter for a long moment — then, making a decision, said, “Come with me, sweetie.”

Sitting up, her little girl tugged the covers down, and a tendril of arousal unwound through Jessica when she saw that Katie hadn’t put anything on before getting into bed. An image of her daughter leapt into Jessica’s head: the naked nine-year-old, stretched out on Alice’s bed, face buried between her big sister’s thighs.

Quickly gathering her composure, Jess reached out to Katie and, hand in hand, they walked back into Alice’s room. They found Alice waiting, still seated at the end of the bed, still nude.

Jessica sat down next to Alice, then patted the space on her other side. “Right here, Katie.” The girl perched on the bed’s edge, and Jess took a deep breath before she began to speak.

“Listen, girls. I meant it when I said that I’m not angry with you… but we still need to have a serious talk about all of this.” She turned to her oldest daughter. “Alice, you shouldn’t have told Katie about you and I making love, not without at least checking with me.” Jess paused, sighed. “Still, what’s done is done. Now,  I have something to tell you both, something that I’ve been looking for the right opportunity to bring up. Alice already knows some of this, but I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you, Katie. You see, a few weeks ago, Alice saw me kissing Auntie Rachel. Really kissing her. And a few nights later, Rachel and I had sex.”

Glancing at Katie, Jessica saw genuine surprise on the girl’s face. Clearly, Alice hadn’t told her everything that there was to tell.

Jess continued, “Since then we’ve decided, Rachel and I, that we want to be together… as a couple, a lesbian couple. Mind you, we’re not going to live together. We’ll just be girlfriends, at least for now. You do understand what I mean — don’t you, Katie?” she said, looking directly at her.

“Uh-huh. Sure, Mum. It means you’re like Alice — you’re a lesbian, ‘cos you love another woman.”

“Spot on, sweetheart. And… are you okay with that?”

Katie paused for thought, digesting what her mum had said. After a few seconds, she smiled and nodded. “Sure, Mum. I love Auntie Rachel. So, um, does that mean we have two mums now?”

Jess was a little surprised by that. “Err, I guess that’s true, sort of. I mean, we’re not getting married or anything, but I suppose you could look at it like that.”

“So if Alice is a lesbian, and you’re a lesbian, does that mean I’ll be one?”

“Not necessarily, sweetie. It doesn’t work that way… Wait, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. There’s a few more things I need to tell you.”

Draping an arm around each girl’s shoulder, Jess looked from one to the other.

“Katie… your sister was right when she said I’ve been teaching her about sex. We’ve made love a couple of times, and it was beautiful. You have to understand, though, that it’s not allowed, and that’s why you can’t tell anyone about this, not anyone.” She paused. “I also want to tell you that Rachel has done the same thing with Bella. Made love to her, I mean.”

At this revelation, Alice piped up. “Really, Mum? When you told me she was talking to Bella, you didn’t say they had sex!”

“Well, at the time, I wasn’t sure how far she’d gone. Rachel filled me in on the details when I last saw her, and they’ve done pretty much everything that you and I have. Anyway, when Rachel told me about it, there was something else that we discussed.” Falling silent, Jess weighed her words carefully, then came out with it. “I’m still not completely sure about this, but she thinks we should also teach Cindy, and you, Katie, the kinds of, um… well, the same kind of things that you and I did, Alice.”

Both girls looked past their mum to stare at each other, mouths agape — then Alice broke into a smile. “Oh Mum, can we? Do I get to help you show Katie stuff? And… what about Poppy?”

“I don’t know about letting Poppy in on this,” Jess quickly responded. “I think your baby sister might be a bit young to — to learn about sex just yet. Let’s not rush her, okay?”

“What about me, Mum?” Katie questioned. “Do you really want to teach me ‘bout sex… like you did with Alice?”

Gazing into her nine-year-old’s beseeching eyes, Jessica lost herself in their blueness. She’s so trusting. It would be so easy to lie, to tell her no, Mummy doesn’t have these lustful feelings for you — doesn’t want to kiss that pretty mouth, or touch your beautiful little body. But my child deserves to know the truth.

“Yes… yes, I do,” Jess said. “Mind you, it’s not something a mother is supposed to want… but that’s how I feel, Katie. I’d be thrilled to teach you everything about making love with a woman.” She gave a shaky laugh. “Everything I know, anyhow. I’m still rather new at this.”

The child’s face shone like the sun. “Oh, Mum… I’d love that,” she cooed, placing a warm hand on her mother’s arm. “When Alice told me about you and her, the first thing it made me think of was how much I wanted to be with you, too — both of us in bed, with all our clothes off.” Katie gave a dreamy sigh. “So, when was it you and Alice made love — the first time, I mean?”

“Ah, as to that… well, sweetie, you saw us together on the morning after our first time. Remember about a week and a half ago, when you came into my room and found Alice in bed with me?”

Katie’s eyes were huge. “That was when? Oh boy, do I ever remember! You were all naked when you got up, and I…” Her cheeks pinkened. “…I felt all funny when I looked at you, Mum. Your body is really nice.”

Jess smiled, recalling the look on Katie’s face when she pretended to look for her nightdress, displaying her bare body to the child. Was I already feeling desire for her, even then? she asked herself. I’d lay odds on it.

By then, Alice was practically bouncing in place. “See, Mum?” she chirped, “Katie was already thinking about how sexy you are… and she’s ready to learn more stuff.” Reaching for the front of Jessica’s blouse, she began to toy with the buttons. “Come on, let’s start now!”

Though her cunt was now a hot, swampy mess, Jessica hesitated. “I don’t know, Alice — it’s getting late, and you both have school tomorrow.”

Alice only shook her head defiantly. “It isn’t that late, Mum — it’s not even ten yet! Here, tell you what, I can show you what I’ve already taught Katie.”

Before their mother could object, Alice stood and reached out for Katie’s hand, pulling the younger girl to her feet, then drew in close to kiss her mouth.

As Jess stared, the girls drew close together, their bodies merging, arms twining round each other as their kiss deepened, quickly growing hungry and intense. Katie was clearly a novice at the art of kissing, as Alice was doing most of the work. But as the younger girl’s excitement grew, she began to take a more aggressive role, her tongue darting between her big sister’s parted lips. That vision of nine-year-old Katie succumbing to desire, plunging headlong into the white heat of lesbian lust — it sent a delicious shiver through their enthralled mother.

Breaking the kiss, Alice bent down to take one of Katie’s nipples between her lips, sucking at the swollen bud while an open-mouthed Katie looked down at her sister, then across to her mum. Reassured by the sight of Jessica’s obvious interest, Katie turned back to Alice, gently placing both hands on the older girl’s shoulders.

Alice also glanced over at Jess to gauge her mum’s state of mind and, like her younger sibling, what she saw emboldened her to go further. She brought one hand from around Katie’s back to caress her budding breasts, while the other slipped down to cup the child’s vulva.

Trailing two fingers up and down the smooth slit, Alice gradually insinuated the middle finger deeper until it disappeared into the moist folds of her sister’s vagina. Katie closed her eyes, her breath emerging in short gasps.

Jessica could only mutter breathlessly, “Oh my God! That’s so fucking hot.”

Suddenly pulling away, a grinning Alice whispered something in her younger sister’s ear. Katie looked over at her dazed mother, uncertain how Mum would react to whatever Alice had suggested. She glanced back at her sister, who nodded and smiled. “It’s okay, Katie. Trust me.”

Jess sat motionless, the mad thump of her heart pounding like a bass drum as she watched Alice, awaiting her daughter’s next move. She didn’t have long to wait — with one step, the girl moved to standing before her, pointing at Katie. “Watch this, Mum.”

Katie walked around the bed, then climbed onto it, offering Jessica a glimpse of her tiny rosebud and a glistening slit, smeared with the evidence of her excitement. She turned and lay down on her back, and Jess shifted her position, turning from where she sat to get the best view.

Looking up at her big sister for reassurance, Katie received a nod of encouragement as Alice drew closer to stand next to her mum — looking over her shoulder, but careful not to distract Jessica by touching her, at least not just yet.

Katie slipped her index and middle fingers into her mouth, moistening them as Alice had taught her, even though she was almost certainly wet enough for her purpose. The child’s thighs were carelessly parted, fully exposing the rosy cleft of her sex.

Jessica’s thoughts were a crazy jumble, veering from intense arousal to concern. She knew that the situation was quickly reaching the point of no return, her chance to stop this perverted thing from taking place growing less likely by the second. Her mind seethed with wildly conflicting emotions.

I ought to put a stop to this — it’s not right. She’s only nine, damn it! Even if it’s what Katie wants, she’s just not old enough.

But my God, I want her so badly. That luscious mouth, just waiting for my kisses… that beautiful little body. All I want is to love my little girl, to give her special feelings. Honestly, is that so awful?

Withdrawing those two fingers, Katie reached down to place her hand on the slight rise of her baby-smooth pubis. She stole a quick, cautious peek at Mum, then began to lightly caress her outer lips.

Jess held her breath, unable to move or make a sound — but inside, a storm was raging. She longed to scream out loud, to explode in orgasm, to kiss her little girl like a lover, to burst into tears. Instead, she sat motionless, watching her nine-year-old masturbate.

Katie saw that Mum was staring between her legs; no sign of anger on her face, just… something else. There was a certain light in Jessica’s eyes, a light that Katie couldn’t quite figure out. Then, with a sudden rush of recognition, the child read her mum’s feelings for what they were. Hunger. Longing.

A wave of pure joy suffused Katie’s body, warming her all over. Alice was right, Mum is really liking this. She wants to see me touch myself. Maybe she wants to touch me, too! She adored that idea, wanted to hug it close.

Now emboldened, Katie spread her thighs even farther apart, then began to caress her slit in a steady rhythm, using an up-and-down movement of the hand. She felt giddy with delight as the good feelings began to build, knowing that her mum was watching and taking pleasure from the sight.

Remembering what it felt like when Alice had touched her nipples, Katie started stroking, then pinching a nipple with her free hand, gently rolling the tender bud between finger and thumb.

Katie’s cunt had become hot and syrupy, the fluids oozing down into the crack of her bum, so she decided that the time was right to go inside. When she pressed against the hole with a finger, the middle digit easily slipped into her juicy peach, and a tiny cry broke from the child’s lips.

At this, Jess gave an almost imperceptible whimper. She was now well and truly past the point where she might have stopped her daughter, even if she’d wanted to. And I don’t fucking want to! she thought.

Watching Jessica closely, Alice knew that her mum was hooked; ready to be reeled in. She carefully knelt on the bed behind the woman, looking over Mum’s shoulder at her sister and awed by the sight.

Jess turned briefly to Alice, her face a blur of shock, wonder… and desire.

“It’s okay, Mum… trust me,” Alice whispered.

Jess gave her eldest daughter a blank stare — then turned back to Katie, so as not to miss a moment of the nine-year-old’s live sex show.

Jessica didn’t even feel, or at least didn’t react to the hand that crept over her shoulder and moved slowly down her arm, barely touching the material of the dress she wore before gliding across her chest to carefully undo the top button.

Before long, Alice had managed to open the next three buttons, exposing her mother’s skimpy black bra. She eased a hand inside the dress to caress the top of a heaving breast, then after a few seconds slipped one finger inside, pushing the lacy material down to reveal a warm, pliant globe. A sharp intake of breath and the easily detected throb of Mum’s heart spurred Alice on, her fingers brushing the woman’s stiffened nipple.

Jess felt the intrusion of the twelve-year-old’s hand as it roamed about inside her dress, but was far too engrossed by the sight of Katie fingering herself to respond. The scent of the child’s sex was tantalizing, all but inviting her to come and taste.

Shifting closer to Mum, Alice bent down to brush Jessica’s neck with her lips, grazing the sensitive spot beneath her left ear. All the while, she watched her sister grow more aggressive in her masturbation, losing herself in this new world of pleasure, putting on a lewd display for mother and older sister.

Alice was nuzzling Mum’s cheek, slowly advancing toward her lips… and when Jessica turned toward the girl, she seized her chance, taking her mother’s mouth in a forceful kiss. Helpless to resist, Jess submitted, then responded, eyes drifting shut as she sucked her daughter’s tongue.

Their kiss was intense but brief, then Jess broke away, her attention shifting back to Katie. She’s about to come in front of me for the first time, and I don’t intend to miss a second of it. She had both hands on her thighs, squeezing them as if fighting a fierce need to touch her own cunt.

Alice was anything but idle. Spreading the front of her mum’s dress wide open, she slid it back over Jessica’s shoulders, baring them, then tugged the garment down the older woman’s back, far as it would go.

Jess absently realised that Alice was stripping her, but she was much too distracted by the view of her panting, glazed-eyed, masturbating younger daughter to care very much. Besides, the dress was making her feel hot and uncomfortable.

Moving from the bed and onto the floor, Alice knelt between her mother’s legs and unfastened the remaining buttons until she was able to fully open the dress, exposing the front of Jessica’s sodden knickers.

Now that she’d been freed from the confining upper half of the garment, Jess brought a hand to a breast to cup and knead it, sliding a thumb back and forth over a nipple beneath the flimsy cup of her bra while her other hand moved down to palm her vulva through those soaked panties. She used two fingers to press the wet silk into the crease of her cunt, still transfixed by the sight of Katie. How could my timid child have transformed into such a sexual creature? Was it something that was inside her all along… and all it took was her big sister to coax it out?

Katie squirmed where she lay, twirling a finger around inside her vagina, those lovely feelings getting steadily stronger. When her big sister had whispered, “Lie down and touch your pussy for us, Kitty-Kat… it’ll make Mum so fucking hot,” she didn’t know whether to trust Alice or not. But now Katie was doing it, and she had an audience, and they loved watching her.

She had changed so much in the last two weeks. Then, she was an achingly bashful girl who didn’t want anyone looking at her body, too shy to even wear a bathing suit. Now she was completely naked, letting her mum and sister see everything she had, even touching her pussy for them! — and it thrilled her to bits.

Rising to her feet, Alice slowly moved around the bed and towards her writhing, whimpering little sister. She paused, gazing fondly at the strawberry blonde tresses spread out on the quilt, her eyes roving down the young body she’d longed for — and had so recently possessed. Raising her head, she turned to glance at her mum, peering into Jessica’s lost eyes… and nodded. No words were spoken, but she knew what her mother wanted.

Alice bent down towards her sister and placed a gentle kiss on a nipple, causing Katie’s eyes to flutter open. The girls exchanged brief smiles, then Alice kissed her sibling, gently at first. But Katie was too far into the heat of the moment to restrain herself — this time, she responded right away, thrusting her tongue between Alice’s lips. Their mouths opened, their kiss grew intense.

After a few moments, Alice pulled away, once again moving to Katie’s ear to whisper something. This time, there was no hesitation, no glance at Mum to seek approval. Katie stopped rubbing her pussy, raising herself into a sitting position as Alice stood up.

Jess stared at the girls — confused, looking as though her favourite toy had been taken away for no reason, switching her gaze to each of her daughters in turn.

Alice, though, was only smiles. Standing before her mum, she placed both hands on Jessica’s shoulders and gently nudged her.

Jess allowed herself to be pushed backwards until she was stretched out on the bed, lying next to where Katie had just been.

“What are you d-doing, Alice?” said Jess, her voice timid and quivering.

Alice looked down at her mother’s half-naked form — the front of her dress wide open, titties heaving with every new breath, erect nipples visible behind a skimpy bra and her panties showing a large wet patch through the gauzy material.

“Don’t worry Mum, you’ll love this. We’re going to make you feel good.”

Patting her mother’s shoulder, Alice wandered back around the bed to where Katie sat. She motioned for her little sister to stand up on the bed, then led her by the hand until she was straddling their mother’s head, giving Jess an excellent view of her daughter’s wet pussy.

Jessica imagined Katie’s aromatic honey, dripping from that pretty pink slit to splash on her upturned face. She even opened her mouth, just in case that fantasy happened to come true. Her heart beat even faster as Alice placed a hand on Katie’s shoulder, guiding the younger girl downward, her knees slowly bending, which caused the child’s legs to open and the glistening lips to part.

Fuck me, here it is, Jess told herself, quaking inside. The moment of truth. Will I play or will I run? But deep down inside, she knew the answer to that — and remained right where she was.

When Katie’s cunt was tantalisingly close to her mum’s waiting mouth, Alice stopped her, reaching out with both hands to cup Katie’s flushed face, leaning in close to kiss her sister’s mouth. Jess was torn between two incredible sights, unsure which to attend: her nine-year-old’s luscious vagina, or watching her daughters kiss like passionate lovers.

After a moment, the girls slowly broke apart. Giving her sister an adoring smile, Alice pressed Katie’s shoulders again, urging the girl down until Jessica’s mouth was engulfed by a hot cauldron of juicy flesh.

Needing no further encouragement, Jess eagerly attacked the dewy cleft, ravenous for the copious juices that now flowed freely down her cheeks, not wanting to lose a drop. She drove her tongue deep, causing Katie to cry out loud — though at least she managed to muffle most of it.

As Jessica seized Katie’s buttocks, pulling her daughter even closer, the child placed both hands on her thighs for balance. Her mouth hung slack, head lolling, lost in the lovely sensation of Mum’s warm, wet tongue stirring about inside her honeypot. Then her mother moaned, causing vibrations that made Katie shiver with delight.

For the first time since she’d told Mum ten minutes earlier how good she looked in the nude, Katie spoke up, moaning, “Oh… oh… oh, Mum, th-that feels so n-n-n-nice. Oooooohhh!” Jessica’s response was to lick even deeper into her little girl’s pussy, pressing against her hymen.

At that instant, Katie knew only rapture. Her mother’s tongue and lips were giving Katie even more pleasure than the first oral she’d gotten from her big sister, exploring every inch of her vagina. She ground herself onto her mum’s mouth, moving back and forth, coating Jessica’s mouth and chin with her nectar.

Pleased to see that everything was going according to plan, Alice quietly moved to the foot of the bed, standing between her mum’s outstretched legs. Bending forward, she reached out to grasp the waistband of Jessica’s wet knickers, pressed down into the bed so as to wrench the flimsy garment past her mother’s bum, then tugged them to her ankles.

Alice slipped the sodden panties off her mother’s feet, bringing them to her nose to inhale the familiar scent, briefly sucking on the damp gusset before she tossed them aside, kneeling down to push Jessica’s knees apart. Leaning in, the girl rested her palms on those creamy thighs before she applied her eager mouth to Mum’s cunt.

Jessica started at the first swipe of Alice’s tongue, then she spread her legs even wider. With little Katie perched on her face, her movements were restricted, but Jess raised her hips, offering what she had to her oldest daughter, wanting more of that hot, licking mouth. Never before had she both given and received oral at the same time, and it drove her absolutely wild. She didn’t know which end to focus on more.

Suddenly feeling an urge to get especially lewd, Jess withdrew her mouth from her nine-year-old’s sex and began to lick a path towards the child’s anus. Katie squealed in mixed shock and delight as Mum’s tongue bathed her rosebud. Jessica lapped at the crack of her daughter’s arse until it was slick — then, using both hands to pry Katie’s bum cheeks apart, she stiffened her tongue, pushing it into the little girl’s rectum.

The unexpected intrusion into this most private part of her body made Katie cry out loud, shocked that her mum would do something so dirty. But once she got over her surprise, Katie had to admit that having her bum hole licked felt positively divine — so much that she pressed her bottom into Mum’s face, wanting that warm, wet tongue to probe her even deeper. In response, Jess redoubled her efforts, her nose now pushing into her daughter’s pussy, making it somewhat difficult for her to breathe.

Jess could feel what promised to be an enormous orgasm rising from deep within, brought on by the excitement of rimming her nine-year-old, made more intense by the pleasure that Katie was so obviously experiencing. Jessica couldn’t see her child’s face, but could hear the girl’s mewls of ecstasy, feel the trembling of her slender frame.

She’s going to come soon, Jess realized. Hastily abandoning her daughter’s bum, she returned to Katie’s sex, seeking and finding the tiny pearl of her clit, taking it between her lips to suckle.

The young girl stiffened, her body gone rigid for several heartbeats… then Katie began trembling violently atop her mother’s face, hands balled into white-knuckled fists as her orgasm kicked in.

Seconds later, Alice plunged two fingers deep into her mum’s cunt, and Jess exploded in a convulsive climax of her own. She managed to stifle her cries by moaning into Katie’s sex, which drove the young girl even  more frantic, her voice rising into what threatened to be a scream.

“Katie, hush!” Alice hissed, fucking Mum hard and fast. “You’ll have Poppy in here!”

Thankfully, her little sister wasn’t too far gone to understand. With a quick nod, Katie shoved a knuckle into her mouth, quieting herself until the rapture she was feeling reached its peak, then began to wane.

As Katie’s body relaxed, she seemed on the verge of toppling over, but managed to slide sideways off her mum’s face to collapse beside her.

Jess placed a hand on Alice’s wrist, stopping her oldest daughter in mid-thrust. “Th-that’s enough, sweetie,” she stammered — then inhaled sharply as the girl’s fingers were extracted from her vagina.

Alice immediately brought that hand to her face to take a deep whiff of her mother’s essence, then licked her glistening fingers like an ice lolly, loving the strong, sharp taste of pussy that coated them.

Relaxing into the blankets with a contented sigh, Jessica turned to gaze at a flushed Katie, the child breathing deeply as she recovered from her orgasm. Jess propped herself up on an elbow, then reached out to place a palm on her daughter’s flat chest. The youngster opened her eyes wide as if suddenly awakening from a dream, saw her mum and threw both arms around her neck.

Staring at Katie, Jessica felt a surge of love for her little girl that stole her breath away. There was only one thing she could do at that instant — give her a kiss. As she drew closer, her daughter’s eyes drifted shut and her lips parted, the child longing for the touch of Mummy’s mouth.

Their kiss was tender rather than lustful, but their tongues were definitely involved, twining sweetly, lingering for a long while. Finally, they parted, exchanging bashful smiles.

“Oh, my God!” Katie breathed, lost in awe. “Mum, that was… mega.”

Jess parted her lips, on the verge of agreeing with her little girl about just how amazingly mega their lovemaking had been — but then she saw Alice standing next to the bed, watching them. “Holy smokes, that was hot!” the older girl declared. “I love watching you and Katie kiss, Mum.”

Extending an arm to her eldest daughter, Jessica indicated that she should join them, so Alice scrambled onto the bed to nestle beneath her mother’s left arm, while Katie snuggled in on the right side. Settling in, Jess turned to place a gentle kiss on the lips of each girl, tasting herself on Alice’s smeared face.

All three lay still, basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure until Jess withdrew her arms from behind the girls, raising herself into a sitting position. Becoming entangled in the folds of her dress, she got up and onto her feet, turning to look at her girls. My God, they’re absolutely perfect, she thought. My lovely naked nymphs, my daughters, my lovers. What could I have done to deserve such happiness?

Posing before the girls, Jess shrugged the garment off her shoulders and to the floor. That left her nude but for the black bra, one cup pulled down to expose a breast. Katie and Alice were looking at her, waiting for their mum to say something.

Placing both hands on her hips, Jess peered at her eldest daughter, transfixing the girl with a pointed look. “Young lady,” she began, “I won’t say that I didn’t enjoy what we just did, but I’m also thinking that your sister and I got caught up in a little scheme of yours. Would you care to explain yourself?”

Alice’s face suddenly betrayed a hint of fear. She was uncertain what her mum would say next, thinking that she might have taken things too far, too soon. Turning to Katie, she saw a slight frown on her sister’s face. Then and there, she decided to come clean.

“Sorry, Mum. I mean, I only wanted to help.”

Jessica’s face wore a stern expression, her gaze fixed on Alice, but she remained quiet.

Seeing that her mum was not going to speak, Alice took a deep breath, then soldiered on. “You remember how, after that first time we m-made love, we didn’t do anything for days and days?” No response from Jess.

“We both wanted to do it again, you know that, right? But neither of us was ready to make the first move. I was scared you would say no, that it was all a big mistake… and you thought we’d done a bad thing. Well, um… that’s when I started to notice how cute Katie is. But she didn’t think so, Mum. Kat got it in her head that she was totally skinny and ugly, and that’s why she got so, so shy about letting anyone see her in her knickers, or in a bathing suit. So, I wanted to show her how beautiful she was… and, um, I guess it sorta turned into something else.” She fumbled for her sister’s hand, squeezed it. “I love you, Katie. More than ever, now.”

“I… I love you too, Alice,” Katie whispered.

“Besides, Mum,” Alice continued, “you said yourself about how you were thinking of teaching Kat about sex, and making love… but I bet you were having a hard time making your mind up about that, huh?”

“It’s true — I was,” Jessica admitted. “But that’s the kind of decision you can’t rush into, either.”

“But it was the right decision, wasn’t it? I just decided to sort of… push things along a little. If you think about it, Mum, we don’t have to worry anymore about Kat catching us.”

Jess nodded thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose I ought to thank you for doing that for me… but it’s not exactly what I meant when I asked you about your little scheme, sweetie. What I want to know from you is this: did you plan for me to catch you making love with your sister, so you could get us both in bed with you at once?”

“No, Mum!” Alice protested, raising both hands. “You came home early, remember? I was trying to keep track of the time!”

Jessica’s face remained passive as she studied her daughter. “So you’re telling me that… that what just happened wasn’t something you’d planned for?”

Alice blushed slightly. “Well, no… but when you caught us, and then you didn’t get all crazy upset, that was when I got the idea. I could tell that seeing me and Kat make love got you hot, Mum, so…” She shrugged. “I just figured, y’know, why not try to get your clothes off, and then we could all have fun?”

There was a moment of silence as Jess digested her daughter’s words. Finally, she smiled. “Fair enough. I guess, then, that this,” she gestured at the girls and herself, “this is something that we’re doing now.”

The girls broke into huge grins. Katie clapped her hands, and Alice turned to give her sister a quick hug before they leapt from the bed, scrambling off the bed to embrace their mum.

“Oh Mum, we’re going to have such fun!” said Alice. “I can’t wait ‘til next time, and when I get to see Bella next… and then there’s Auntie Rachel. When can we all get together — I mean, all of us?”

“Whoa, slow down. I need to speak to her first. Anyway, it’s getting late and you both have school tomorrow, so we’re going to table this discussion for tonight. Now get to bed, both of you.”

Katie piped up. “Mum, can I sleep with Ali tonight… please?”

Jess frowned. “Well, I suppose, but no more sex — not tonight, I mean. Can I trust you two not to get up to anything?”

Katie shook her head. “I’m too tired, anyhow.”

“It’s okay, Mum,” Alice said. “I promise, we’ll just cuddle and go right to sleep.”

Jess said, “Okay, but remember that I can hear you, so don’t get carried away with your cuddling. Now get to bed.”

She gave each girl a brief kiss, bent to pick up her discarded dress and soaked panties before opening the door, making sure they were both in bed before switching off the light.

“Night, girls, don’t let the bedbugs bite… or Alice.” She gave her children a wink.

They responded in unison, “Night, Mum.”

Jess closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar, then went to her room. She turned on the bedside lamp, dropped her clothes on a chair, then shucked her bra and added it to the pile. Now naked, she seated herself on the edge of her bed, staring into space.

Well, the dice have been cast. Nothing to do now but see how they roll out.

She cleaned her teeth, then considered having a quick wash — but decided she didn’t want to take away the scent of the night’s activities just yet. Jess pulled back the covers, slipped beneath the sheets and turned off the lamp, playing the evening’s lovemaking over in her head until sleep came.

Forward unto… Chapter Sixteen!

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Sharon’s New Lover

  • Posted on June 20, 2019 at 2:21 pm

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At thirteen, Sharon was a very pretty girl. She had long dark blonde hair, a sweet face, and her gentle curves were perfect. Plenty of boys at school were very attracted to her, but Sharon was increasingly aware that she was in love with a female. A woman.

Whenever this woman was near, Sharon got a butterfly feeling in her stomach and wanted nothing in the world more than to be near her. Just to admire this woman’s gorgeous curly dark hair, her full lovely breasts, to hear her soft sexy voice, and to savor her bewitching scent drove Sharon absolutely wild. She longed to be ever closer to her, to kiss her lovely mouth, touch her beautiful body, to profess an undying, passionate love for her.

“Hi, Mommy,” cooed Sharon, walking up behind her mother at the stove, slipping both arms around her middle and burying her delicate face in her mother’s hair. Her shampoo smelled heavenly, and she was wearing jeans and a yellow sweater that felt deliciously soft.

For her part, Sharon’s mother Carolyn had definitely noticed a special sparkle in her daughter’s eyes lately, and a most alluring sensuality in her frequent hugs, touches and kisses. She stood still and let her beautiful thirteen-year-old daughter hold her.

“Oh, Mommy, you’re irresistible,” Sharon sighed.

Carolyn turned around and took her daughter’s face in her hands, looking deeply into Sharon’s blue eyes. “Thank you, honey. I’m so glad you think so.” She caressed the girl’s hair, then leant forward and softly kissed her girl on the lips. She could feel Sharon tremble in her arms.

“So honey… how would you like to watch a video tonight, just us girls?” Carolyn said, smiling lovingly at her daughter.

Sharon quickly agreed, and soon the two snuggled up together on the couch under a comforter. Sharon had secretly turned down the thermostat, in the hopes that her mom would cuddle her even closer than usual.

Her mother’s arms around her and the coziness of the two of them together overwhelmed young Sharon. She could feel her mom’s breasts pressing against her back, and her gentle breath against her neck. Sharon couldn’t help herself — she just had to slip her hand into her pajama bottoms and touch herself while she nestled in Carolyn’s embrace. She figured her mom wouldn’t know what she was up to, because the lights were off and the thick comforter covered them.

But Carolyn could detect her sweet girl moving rhythmically in her arms… and her heart raced as she realized that Sharon was masturbating.

After several minutes, Sharon arched her back and softly gasped, “Oh, Mommy!”

Just as Sharon came to her senses and realized, to her horror, that she had cried out while orgasming in her mother’s embrace, she felt her mother’s arms entwining lovingly around her body. She nearly swooned as Carolyn nuzzled her neck.

“Oh, sweetie. Your face is so beautiful when you come…”

“I — I — really, Mommy?” whispered Sharon, shocked but thrilled by her mother’s reaction.

“Really.” Carolyn purred, her lips warm against Sharon’s ear. “Now it’s time for us to go to bed, my sweet one.”

Sharon was about to meekly protest, then she squealed in delight when Carolyn gathered her up in her arms. Sharon sighed with pleasure, gazing adoringly at her mother as the woman carried her through the house… then her eyes grew wide with surprise as her mother brought her to the master bedroom.

“Mommy?” whispered Sharon, unsure of what was happening.

Carolyn planted a soft kiss on her daughter’s lips as she carried her into the bedroom. Then she placed Sharon gently on the bed and began to undress.

Carolyn was gazing soulfully into her daughter’s eyes as she took off her jeans with a very sexy movement of her womanly hips. Sharon’s heart beat faster, and she felt herself getting wet as she watched her mom step out of the jeans. Carolyn smiled lovingly at her girl, then lifted her soft yellow sweater over her head and off. She wore no bra, and Sharon was trembling with excitement at the sight of her mom’s beautiful breasts. Finally, Carolyn slipped off her panties and stood naked before her daughter.

Sharon was frozen, her mouth hanging open. Carolyn shook her beautiful dark curls, then climbed on the bed, kneeling next to her daughter, placing a warm hand on Sharon’s shoulder. “I love you, honey,” she whispered. She lightly caressed Sharon’s face, gazing deep into the girl’s sparkling eyes… then slowly closed the distance between them to give her daughter a lingering kiss.

Sharon’s lips shyly parted, and suddenly Carolyn’s tongue slipped into her daughter’s mouth… and the girl nearly swooned as the kiss grew hot and passionate. Without thinking, Sharon returned her mother’s kiss, her own tongue flashing to life as she wrapped trembling arms around her naked mother. Both women made sweet sounds of pleasure as their mouths slid moistly together.

Carolyn drew back to search her daughter’s eyes. Sharon was shivering, dizzy from the intensity of their embrace. “Sharon… honey… you’re in love with me, aren’t you, sweetie?” she whispered to her trembling girl.

Her voice thick with pleasure, thirteen-year-old Sharon managed to say, “Yes.”

“Yes, what, sweetheart? I want to hear you say it to me.” She smiled so warmly that her daughter just… melted inside.

“Yes, Mommy,” Sharon confessed. “I am in love with you, I am. Totally and completely!” She hugged her mother tightly, deliciously aware of the woman’s bare skin against her pajamas.

Carolyn stroked her daughter’s silky dark blonde hair, her back, her face. “Sharon,” she spoke tenderly, “would you like to become Mommy’s lover? Right now? Tonight?”

The girl could only let out a cry of joy, burying her face in her mother’s breasts as she hugged the older woman tightly.

Carolyn laughed joyously. She lifted Sharon’s face to hers and kissed her warmly, her tongue darting briefly into her daughter’s mouth, then guided her girl’s face back to her breasts, whispering, “Kiss them, angel.”

Sharon parted her lips and took a nipple into her warm mouth. Carolyn moaned with pleasure. Her voice broke as she gasped, “Oh, yes. Kiss my breasts, sweetheart. Oh, that’s good. Mmm, sweetheart, I love you so much!”

Glowing under her mother’s encouragement, Sharon drew Carolyn’s nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling at it. She made love to first one breast, then the other, while her mother purred with delight. Suddenly Carolyn gasped, tensed, and held her child tightly as she exploded in a feverish climax.

Sharon gently lowered her mother to the bed and watched the older woman as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling quickly, eyes closed, an expression of utter bliss on her face. Thirteen-year-old Sharon hadn’t even taken off her pajamas yet, and she’d already brought her mother to an earth-shaking orgasm.

She quickly undressed and lay naked next to her mother, kissing her face and neck, caressing her soft underarms and stroking her tummy and breasts. Then she straddled Carolyn and looked down at her, the girl’s pretty young face alight with desire.

Sharon fondled her own budding breasts, then slowly trailed her fingers down her chest, over her tummy and between her legs, brushing her pussy with the tips of her fingers. She was dripping wet. As she touched herself, she leaned close to her mother and whispered, “Every night I’ve had to play with myself thinking about you, just to get to sleep. Every night, Mommy.”

Carolyn, aflame with rekindled desire at her daughter’s lewd display, reached up and embraced the sweet naked girl. In a voice a woman reserves for her lover, Carolyn murmured, “This is the real thing, Sharon. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I adore you.”

Grinning happily, Sharon bent down to flick her tongue into Carolyn’s mouth for a quick kiss, then slowly moved down between her mother’s parted thighs. Her eyes grew wide with excitement at the sight of her mom’s cunt, now glistening with wetness. “Oh, God, Mommy…” she whispered, extending her fingers to touch it, “your pussy is so beautiful…”

Carolyn reached for her daughter. “I want you to climb on top of me, my darling girl, and rub your pussy against mine. Fuck me.”

Sharon’s face lit up in a huge smile as she climbed atop her mom’s body, lowered her dripping pussy to her mother’s and began gently moving on top of her. Carolyn wrapped her legs around her daughter and pushed her cunt against Sharon’s, gazing deep into her eyes.

“You’re the most wonderful lover I’ve ever had,” Carolyn whispered in her daughter’s ear. “This weekend is going to be like our honeymoon.”

With that, Sharon began grinding harder against her mom, rubbing her cunt against Carolyn’s, gazing deep into her mother’s eyes, whispering sweet words of love until she threw her head back, mouth wide as she came in the older woman’s loving arms.

The sight and sensation of her adorable daughter climaxing atop her were enough to send Carolyn gasping into an orgasm of her own that she thought would never end. Finally, they lay together quietly, entwined and exhausted. They exchanged sleepy kisses, then dozed.

Finally Carolyn opened her eyes and watched her beautiful daughter sleeping naked beside her on her bed. She reached out and caressed Sharon’s smooth skin, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the wonderful scent of the thirteen-year-old girl’s cunt. She just couldn’t resist — she had to make love to her sleeping daughter.

Carolyn stroked her child’s thigh once more, then lowered her face to Sharon’s pussy and kissed her there reverently. God, I love this girl, she thought as she nuzzled Sharon’s pussy lips gently, tasting her, wanting her. Strong sexual desire and innate maternal love had combined in Carolyn to create one even more powerful emotion. “Oh, honey,” she whispered as she began eating her daughter’s pussy with unrestrained desire.

“Mommy? Ohhhhhhhh yes….” sighed the awakened girl, parting her legs instinctively for her mother. “Oh yessssssss, Mommy, oh that feels so GOOD!” She stroked her mother’s dark curls, hands trembling as Carolyn’s head bobbed between her young legs.

Carolyn gripped her daughter’s hips as the young woman began to move under her. Cries of deep pleasure came from the adorable girl as her mother took her clitoris between her lips and sucked at the pink pearl.

Sharon was beside herself with joy, her body shaking with pleasure. The simple thought that this was her own mother doing this, that the woman she loved so dearly — but had thought of as unattainable — was making love to her… it made her happier than she had ever been in her life. “Oh, Mommy,” the aroused girl moaned from a place of deep pleasure, “oh Mommy, yes, yes, YES!”

But before Sharon could come, Carolyn drew back and traced her slender finger along her daughter’s soaking wet cunt. The girl’s whole body was trembling and on the verge. “Mommy, please, ” begged Sharon, almost incoherent with desire. “please, I need you…”

Carolyn then took the girl’s clit between her lips as she quickly entered her thirteen-year-old lover with her fingers. Sharon arched her back and cried out her surprise and pleasure at being penetrated by her mom, at the giving of her virginity to her own mother.

Suddenly Sharon went rigid and still, but Carolyn knew it was not from her darling’s hymen being broken. With motherly intuition, she knew that a mind-bending climax was building inside her daughter, rolling powerfully through her. With her child arched up on the bed with her head thrown back, Carolyn sucked on Sharon’s clitoris.

It was as if she had turned the key in the door to paradise. Her daughter began thrashing and bucking, and a long scream tore from her throat as she climaxed more strongly than Carolyn could even have hoped. The wild cry rang in her ears, despite the fact that the teen’s silky thighs were clamped around her head. For several long minutes, mother coaxed daughter to orgasm after orgasm. Finally, the poor exhausted girl could contain no more pleasure and begged her mother to stop.

Carolyn contentedly laid her cheek on her daughter’s still-pulsing pussy and sighed deeply, a smile across her face. Finally, after gently giving her daughter’s wet cunt a last soft kiss, Carolyn crawled up to Sharon, gathered her child into her arms and pressed the girl’s delicate, beautiful face to her ample breasts. “I love you, sweetheart,” cooed mother to daughter.

“Oh… oh!” panted Sharon, trying to embrace her mother, but her arms were bereft of strength. Her eyes were closed, but she felt her mother’s nipple brushing her cheek, so she took it between her lips to lick and suck. Carolyn purred with pleasure as her pretty thirteen-year-old daughter made love to her breasts.

Her desire now sharp, Carolyn moved atop Sharon, her thigh between the youngster’s legs. She kissed her daughter again and again, letting her tongue explore Sharon’s mouth, feeling the girl becoming aroused again. Carolyn moved up to straddle Sharon’s belly. The girl caressed her Mom’s flared hips as if they were the greatest treasure in the world.

Suddenly Carolyn grabbed Sharon’s slender wrists, quickly held them down on the bed and gazed into her daughter’s eyes with flaming desire. In her sexiest, most honeyed voice, she told the young girl beneath her, “You’re mine.”

The adorable thirteen-year-old writhed beneath her mom and moaned with excitement when she realized she was the older woman’s prisoner. Carolyn moved the girl’s wrists together over her head, held them down on the pillow with one hand, and caressed her child’s breast with the other. Sharon could feel her mom’s warm, wet pussy against her tummy, and she felt herself desperately wanting to pleasure her there.

“Mommy…” she breathed, a note of sexual need in her voice, “please, I want… I want to taste you now…”

Carolyn moved forward until she knelt over the girl’s face, offering her glistening cunt to her daughter. She let go of the girl’s wrists, and Sharon embraced her mother’s hips as she gazed in awe at Carolyn’s beautiful pussy. Her nostrils flared as she savored the musky aroma of her mother’s arousal.

Her heart pounding with excitement, she drew Carolyn down to her open mouth and nuzzled at her cunt. The taste, the smell of her… it was intoxicating. Sharon plunged her face between her mother’s thighs and feasted on the older woman’s pussy as if her life depended on it.

Carolyn grabbed the headboard and rode her daughter’s face, gasping for air as Sharon’s tongue probed her dripping vagina. The board bumped rhythmically against the bedroom wall for several intense minutes until Carolyn threw her head back and screamed her pleasure to the ceiling.

They lay together for the rest of the night, entwined in their sleep.

*****

The next day was Saturday, and Carolyn and Sharon went to the mall together. People smiled to see mother and daughter walking along holding hands, gently touching while looking in stores, obviously enjoying one another’s company. But they didn’t know that Sharon and Carolyn were not only mother and daughter, but new lovers.

They spent the morning shopping, flirting with each other the whole time. Carolyn bought her daughter some flattering outfits and sweaters. “God, you look good in that!” she would gush as Sharon proudly showed herself off to her mother in store after store. Sharon felt pampered and courted, and she was totally wet most of the morning. For her part, Carolyn felt truly in love for the first time in her life… and it was with her own precious daughter!

As they walked along between shops, Carolyn guided her girl into the hallway that led to the pay phones and the restrooms. There was no one else there just then. She crushed her daughter against the wall and kissed her hungrily. “Oh honey,” she murmured. Their hands were all over each other, tongues in each other’s mouths, hearts beating out of control.

“Let’s go in the ladies’ room, Mommy,” panted Sharon as her mother cupped her young breasts.

Once inside, Sharon locked the door… and the woman and girl turned to face each other. Carolyn stared into her girl’s blue eyes with a hypnotized expression, and slowly brought her perfectly manicured fingers to her daughter’s face to lightly trace her fingertips across her daughter’s angel-soft cheeks. Carolyn’s lips were parted, her eyes were wide, her chest was rising and falling with quick shallow breaths. Then she kissed her daughter, tenderly at first, and then passionately, again and again.

Carolyn finally tore her lips from her daughter’s and whispered, “I belong to you, Sharon. Do you understand? Your mother belongs to you now. I don’t want anyone to make love to me but you…”

They kissed softly and lingeringly, Sharon giving a little cry of girlish delight. Then she drew back slightly. “I… I want you to prove it for me, Mommy. I need you to prove to me that you are completely mine,” she explained softly. “Mommy… I want you to lick my pussy. Right here, right now.” She nodded encouragingly, and her ponytail bounced adorably.

Slowly, deliciously, staring into her daughter’s eyes the whole time, Carolyn knelt before her darling daughter. She gazed up at her baby girl, her eyes shining with love, knowing what it meant to submit to her in this way. Then mother slowly undid her daughter’s jeans, and lowered them slowly down her legs. Then she kissed Sharon through her panties.

“Ohhhhh, Mommy,” groaned Sharon as she felt her panties sliding down. It seemed as if every day was to bring a higher level of pleasure and intimacy between her mother and herself. The teenager was moaning with indescribable excitement, thrilled more than she could believe that her own mother would eat her cunt at her command in a public place.

Sharon’s knees buckled as her pleasure grew, and she leaned back against the sink. Her mom’s tongue was licking her labia, her finger working circles around her clit. Then the youngster felt her mother’s loving tongue slide way up inside her, as if she was kissing her womb.

The girl gasped from deep in her throat… then exploded in a soul-searing climax, shaking with the purest pleasure. Her orgasm was the biggest she had ever experienced, and it seemed to last forever.

“Ohmigod, ohmiGOD!” Sharon was lost in almost unendurable ecstasy. Finally, her mother rose, tilted her darling daughter’s pretty face up with wet fingertips, and gave her sweet child a kiss thick with her own scent and taste. Carolyn helped the woozy teenager get her panties and jeans back on and then guided her gently to the exit, pausing briefly to kiss her passionately one more time before they unlocked the door.

Without a word, they went straight to the car, heading home as quickly as possible. Their bathroom sex break had not slaked their hunger for one another, only inflamed it. Carolyn and Sharon wanted one thing and one thing only right then: to be naked and in bed together, making passionate love. The world could wait.

As soon as the front door of their home closed, Carolyn began to undress her daughter. Her heart beating fast, Sharon stood quietly and let her mother remove one item of clothing after another until she was naked. Carolyn then kissed her daughter softly, then picked Sharon up and carried her into the master bedroom, just as she had on the previous night — the night they had first become intimate. She laid her tenderly onto the bed.

Carolyn went back and closed the door, turned around, undid her dress and let it fall to the floor. She slipped off her panties and stood naked before her daughter for a long moment, then came to the side of the bed and knelt by her. She took one of Sharon’s feet in her hands and kissed behind the girl’s ankle. She then licked her way up her daughter’s calf, taking her time. She kissed the inside of Sharon’s lower legs while softly stroking her inner thighs.

When she could smell and see her child’s wetness glistening between her legs, Carolyn lay gently on top of her, placing a full soft breast between Sharon’s legs. She parted the girl’s pussy lips with her fingers and put her aroused nipple to her beautiful thirteen-year-old lover’s sex. Sharon inhaled sharply, then began saying, “I love you, Mommy,” repeating it over and over through her rising ecstasy.

Carolyn pleasured her daughter this way for several minutes, then lowered her head to the girl’s wet pussy and began gently kissing between Sharon’s thighs, teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue. All the while Sharon kept saying, “I love you, Mommy. I love you, Mommy.”

“Yes,” purred Carolyn, moving up on her daughter’s body to gaze into her flushed face. “and Mommy loves you soooooo much.” Her thigh was moving against Sharon’s sex as she held her pretty face and kissed her over and over, sometimes just grazing her lips, sometimes plunging her soft tongue into the girl’s mouth.

After a long while of this slow, sweet, languorous lovemaking, Carolyn sensed her sweet lover nearing an undeniable climax. “Sharon, sweetie…” she breathed to the panting young girl beneath her, “I adore you.”

With that, something broke inside of Sharon and she threw her arms and legs around Carolyn, crying out as she came, bucking hard beneath her mother’s body.

Finally, Sharon looked up at her mother with her eyes alive with passion and said, her eyes shining with love, “I’m yours, Mommy. For always.” They both smiled and held each other close in a lover’s embrace.

*****

The morning found Carolyn and Sharon entwined together in bed. There was a pillow on the floor and the sheets were tangled. Sunlight streamed cheerfully through the lace curtains. A clock ticked softly.

Carolyn opened her eyes, and a smile curved her lips. She traced Sharon’s neck with her red fingernails, and softly kissed her sleeping child. Thirteen-year-old Sharon stirred sleepily and cuddled even closer to her mother, sighing happily.

Feeling a sudden surge of lust, Carolyn swung over on top of her luscious daughter, straddling her.

Sharon’s eyes opened as she felt the warmth of her mother’s body atop hers. She reached up and caressed her mother lazily, smiling warmly up at the older woman. Her voice sultry with sleep, she cocked her head adorably and asked, “Are you gonna fuck me, Mommy?”

“We’ll see, honey,” teased Carolyn.

“Oh, Mommy… ‘we’ll see’ means never!” pouted the girl. “I want you to fuck me.” From Sharon’s lips, the rude word sounded sweet, even innocent. She grinned up at her mother, then sighed as Carolyn slid across her body to nuzzle the girl’s neck as she lay beside her, naked together on the bed.

“Oh… maybe I will,” whispered Carolyn. “Sweetie… do you have any girlfriends at school that you… well, that you like?” She emphasized the last word.

Lying in her mother’s arms, the girl thought for a moment. “You mean, girls that turn me on?”

“Yeah,” breathed Carolyn, idly toying with her daughter’s nipple.

“There’s Cindy.”

“Mmm-hmm. Tell me more,” she said, guiding Sharon’s delicate hand between the girl’s own legs, placing it on her mound.

Sharon smiled deliciously at her mother and continued. “Well, she’s got long pretty blonde hair, and nice lips that look like, really kissable — especially when she wears gloss.”

“Are her breasts nice, honey?” asked Carolyn, her voice betraying her arousal.

“Oh yes, she has amazing breasts. You should see her in a t-shirt or a tight sweater. Oh God…” Sharon’s hand had begun move purposefully between her legs.

“That’s right, sweetie, ” Carolyn soothed. “Mommy wants you to touch yourself while you think about your friend Cindy. She’s so beautiful, isn’t she, honey?”

“She is!” Sharon’s fingers were making a wet sound as she fingered herself for her mother. She parted her legs a little more, and her mother encouraged her by lightly stroking her daughter’s thighs. “She… oh, wow…”

“What about her ass?” purred Carolyn in her sexiest voice.

“God, Mommy….” Sharon didn’t answer right away, busy fingering her clit, making little helpless cries of pleasure as she did.

“Answer your mother. Does your friend Cindy have a nice ass? Don’t make me have to spank you, young lady.”

Sharon made a strangled little gasp and slid a finger deep inside herself. “Yes, her ass is p-p-perfect... when she’s wearing g-gym shorts, she… she… ohhhhhhhhh!”

Carolyn held her climaxing daughter close and whispered to the squirming teenager. “Yes, come for me, sweetie… yes, Cindy is soooo beautiful that you just can’t help but come when you think about her. Isn’t that right?”

“Oh, Mommy… oh, GOD,” Sharon moaned, letting her wet hand relax, the moment’s ecstasy fading into a warm glow.

Carolyn leaned over to lick each of her daughter’s nipples. Then she smiled warmly at her girl and kissed her on the lips, lovingly, lingeringly. “Oh, yeah,” sighed the girl, pulling her mother close to return her kisses. She palmed her mother’s full breasts as their tongues entwined lovingly, her hands sensing Carolyn’s chest rising and falling with excitement.

Sharon suddenly rolled Carolyn over on her back, then lowered her face to her mom’s breasts, taking a nipple between her teeth. She gave it a little tug, then soothed it with her lips and tongue.

“God, Sharon,” panted Carolyn helplessly as her teenage daughter made love to her. The young girl slid down her mother’s body and lowered her mouth to her soaking wet pussy. She kissed Carolyn’s cunt lovingly, then buried her young face in the warm heaven she found there. “Oh, Sharon, ahhh Sharon!” Carolyn cried as she began to come.

Afterwards, as they lay entwined together, Sharon raised her head slightly. “So, Mommy…” she murmured, idly caressing her mother’s ass, “if I ever, um, get anything interesting going with Cindy, how would you feel about it?” She paused to flick Carolyn’s earlobe with her tongue. “Wanna help me fuck her?”

“Mmmm…” Carolyn purred, “that sounds wonderful, honey. Count me in.”

*****

“Sharon, honey,” urged her Carolyn, “time to get up for school, sweetheart.” She gently touched her daughter’s shoulder.

“Oh, Mommy…” protested the sleepy teenage girl. “Five more minutes?”

“Sharon…”

“Please?” The girl’s eyes fluttered, and she moved to face her mother in the bed they now shared. Still half asleep, she took Carolyn in her arms and moved a silken thigh between her mother’s legs, seeking entrance.

With a soft sigh, Carolyn parted her legs enough for Sharon to scissor together with her, the two bed-warm females entwined together beneath the blankets. The feel of her mother’s body began to have its effect on the young woman, and she became very aware of the woman’s breasts, so close to her own, Mommy’s soft breathing, the warmth of her naked body.

“Mmmm…” murmured Sharon as she kissed the base of Carolyn’s throat, licking lightly and shifting her thigh between her mother’s legs so that it pressed familiarly and intimately against her beloved’s sex. Her mother felt very desirable to her right then, and she opened her eyes and smiled warmly at the older woman, then gave her a passionate kiss.

Sharon’s knowing tongue slipped into her mother’s welcoming mouth. The teenager knew just how to kiss her mother so as to inflame her, having made love to her many times in the past month. Her mother began to melt in her arms, as Sharon had known she would. She buried her face in those big, beautiful breasts, breathing in the scent of the older woman’s body.

Carolyn broke away momentarily, panting, mumbling something about work and school.

“Shhhh,” soothed Sharon as she swung over and on top of her mom. She gazed lovingly down at the aroused older woman, eyes shining with sweet devotion and raw desire, her long hair sheltering them both softly in their own world of sexual and romantic bliss.

“Kiss me, Mommy,” commanded the teenager, and Carolyn raised her head to obey the child’s wish.

Sharon fiercely kissed her lover and began to grind her body against Carolyn’s, as she knew her mother loved for her to do.

Carolyn was undeniably turned on now, raking her daughter’s naked back with her nails, squirming beneath as Sharon insistently moved on top of her, nipped at her neck and played with her hardening nipples, all the while pressing her sex to her mom’s hot cunt.

She looked deeply into Carolyn’s eyes as she twisted gently at her nipples and rode her. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve made love to you, Mom.” She cocked her head. “Unless you really want me to stop…”

Carolyn’s hands were caressing Sharon’s slim hips as she hissed passionately, “D-don’t stop!” She was near orgasm already.

Sharon laughed victoriously and lay full length on her mother and slipped her thigh against the woman’s wet sex. “Mommy, you make me so happy,” she whispered as she held the woman who had given her life. It still never failed to excite, the realization that she was now the lover of her own mother. Her mom, delirious with pleasure because of her, for her. As that thought raced through her mind, she came — holding onto Carolyn for dear life, gasping in ecstasy.

Mother and daughter held each other, sighing in satisfaction as they slowly regained their senses after having become one yet again. They caressed each other lightly for a long time, gently kissing, exchanging soft looks and sweet little smiles, and then, inevitably, naturally, gloriously, they began to make love in earnest again.

“I… I can’t get enough of you, Mommy,” exclaimed Sharon as she urgently kissed her mother’s soft breasts, then took a nipple in her mouth and sucked.

Carolyn felt her whole world contract to just that one point of bliss, as she watched her daughter make love to her breasts. Some days Sharon was as gentle as a newborn… other times, like today, her desire made her into a young tigress.

“Oh, baby,” cooed Carolyn to the young woman at her breast. “That’s so nice.”

Frantic now with helpless desire, Sharon moved between her mother’s legs and buried her face in her mother’s pussy, kissing her labia, caressing her hips.

“Oh yes,” moaned Carolyn as Sharon licked her most sensitive places. “Ohhhhh, yes, my wonderful daughter.” A little urgent cry of helpless passion came from Sharon as she eagerly took her mom with her lips and tongue. Soon, the woman was coming again, her child sucking expertly on her clitoris while sliding two slick, shiny fingers in and out of her.

Sharon was delirious with passion. Her mother’s cunt was so wet and welcoming, and she loved to lick her there, more than anything. She feasted on Carolyn’s pussy until her mom begged her to stop.

Carolyn lay panting for a couple of minutes, catching her breath… then she slipped her hand between her daughter’s legs and fingered her to an explosive orgasm, kissing her hungrily all the while.

Afterwards, lying together in bed, stroking each other’s hair, Sharon propped herself up on one elbow and, looking down at her mother, happily sighed, “I’m so in love with you, Mommy.”

Carolyn wrapped her arms around her child’s slender body and whispered, “I love you, too, babe. More than anything.”

With that, mother and daughter kissed sweetly. They ended up staying in bed all day, talking and snuggling, missing both school and work, unable to bear being apart.

The End

Note from JetBoy: This was yet another story I couldn’t find in its original form. I do recall that there was a very clumsy subplot involving an idiotic husband/father character who catches Carolyn and Sharon in the act, goes bonkers and ends up in a mental institution. Needless to say, I cut that bit out. (You’re welcome.)

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