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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 18

  • Posted on September 14, 2016 at 5:55 pm

By Jeneee

“Mommy, Mommy, it’s here, it’s here!” yelled my daughter as she barged into the kitchen side door after visiting our mailbox at the end of the driveway, the screen door banging loudly behind her. In her hand she waved a large, pink envelope and, with a big grin on her face, proclaimed, “It’s gotta be the invitation. See? It’s from the gallery,” and she thrust the envelope into my hand. “Open it, quick, open it, it must be the invitation!” she urged breathlessly, jumping up and down in her excitement.

She just can’t wait to see her pussy on public display, I thought to myself with a smile.

What a daughter I have. It was the moment she had been waiting for, well, that we’d all been waiting for, actually. Several weeks ago both Emily and Pam, along with Becky, had spent a fun afternoon at Marilyn’s home studio, posing their pussies to be included in the artist’s latest series – From Kitty To Cunt – which featured paintings and drawings of the female sex organ as it matured from the puffy pudenda of infancy to the mature vulva of adulthood.

All in the name of art, of course; but dear reader, knowing my daughter as well as you do by now, it doesn’t take much imagination on your part to visualize the afternoon progressing from a posing session to a full-blown erotic encounter, particularly following the all-out orgy that erupted during the hot tub party at our place following our initial meeting with the artist and her daughter, Jacqueline, after we’d first visited the gallery. And you’d be correct.

We’d all arrived at the artist’s studio in great anticipation that day, both Emily and Pamela freshly showered and full of excitement at the thought of finally being added to her new series of paintings. Becky, on the other hand, had tried to be nonchalant about the whole thing, treating it as just another day, but inwardly she, too, was looking forward to — as Emily had precociously expressed many times – adding her cunt to the collection, particularly since Jacqueline’s would be part of it, too. Over the past six months she and the artist’s daughter had become close friends, lovers now in fact, and it would be so cool, she thought, for both of their pussies to appear side by side when the showing opened.

Marilyn had posed Pamela first, who took great pleasure in pulling apart her more than adequate labia, exposing the bright pink interior of her pussy as well as her prominent clit so that Marilyn could see everything clearly. In doing so the little girl had naturally lubricated quite liberally, a condition which the artist had captured perfectly on canvass making for a very delicious depiction of her arousal.

Emily, true to form, couldn’t resist kneeling between Pam’s spread thighs after Marilyn declared the painting finished, and with the artist and the rest of us watching breathlessly, had licked her girlfriend to an enormous climax which Marilyn had quickly sketched, capturing both Emily’s tongue between Pam’s engorged lips and the orgasmic, delightful expression on Pam’s face as she exploded in ecstasy.

By the time Emily was ready to pose she, too, was, as you might well imagine, soaking wet, her labia swollen, which Marilyn was also able to capture expertly in her pastel, following which Pam returned the favour, bringing my daughter off to a screeching climax, also rendered perfectly on canvas by the artist.

Waiting for her turn, Becky, panties down to her ankles as Jacqueline stood beside her priming her exquisite pussy, couldn’t help but orgasm as they both watched Pam and Emily. She was therefore quite ready for the image of her now inflamed cunt to be preserved forever by her girlfriend’s mother.

Following that, the afternoon became filled with the sounds of erotic pleasure as all of us had become aroused by the goings on and now joined in the fun, relaxing in languid luxury afterward until someone, I forget who, whispered “Pizza, anyone?” which produced a raucous round of giggles from our young charges.

Now, taking the envelope from Emily’s outstretched hand, I glanced at the return address – The Gallery Of Friends – and knew she was probably correct. There would be no other reason for Maggie and Karen’s gallery to be writing to us. Tearing open the envelope I withdrew the shiny sheet inside and read out loud to my excited daughter, “You and your family are invited to attend a special private showing of a new series of works by artist Marilyn Ellington at our gallery on Friday evening, October 24th, at 7 p.m. Dress is casual and refreshments will be served. Please RSVP.”

“I wonder if any of the pussy-licking paintings she did that day will be included in the showing?” my daughter asked, a big, sly grin on her pretty face.

“Don’t count on it, you voyeuristic little slut,” I replied, ruffling her hair. “Those are private pictures, for our eyes only,” I added. “The show is risqué enough as it is. That’s why it’s by personal invitation only. And you’ll notice there is no mention of the title of the show in the invitation, either — just in case it falls into the wrong hands,” I added.

“I can’t wait to tell Sharon,” said Emily, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall. “She should be home soon. Mommy?” she continued after a slight pause, throwing her arms around my waist and looking up into my eyes, a serious expression on her face.

“What, honey?” I asked.

“Why didn’t you and Sharon model your pussies for the series, too? Then we’d all be there, like one big family of cunts,” she giggled.

“Silly girl,” I replied. “Marilyn already had enough adult pussies in the collection. She didn’t need any more.”

“Yeah, but yours is so pretty, Mommy,” she smiled up at me, sliding one of her hands down from my waist and slipping it between my cheeks from behind, moving her slim fingers softly over my pussy as she hugged me tightly with her other arm. “I love you, Mommy,” she whispered into my breasts as I felt myself rapidly reacting to her touch. “I love you for letting Pam and Becky come to live with us when they had nowhere else to go, and for everything you and Sharon did to help them. None of this would have happened if you’d refused to help, and who knows what would have become of them. You and Sharon have to be the bestest mommies in the whole, wide world.” She looked up at me adoringly, and I was surprised to see tears forming in her eyes.

I hugged her back fiercely, feeling my own eyes starting to tear up in response. “And I love you too, sweetheart. You are the bestest daughter a mother could ever want, you know that, don’t you? Sharon and I are so proud of you for the way you behave, for your honesty about the way you feel and for the uninhibited way you express your feelings – just like you are doing now, sweetie.”

I bent down as her hand slowly slipped away from between my thighs, and kissed her gently on her soft, warm lips, closing my eyes, and relishing the love that only a mother and daughter can understand. Our tongues soon intermingled and the gentle kiss soon became more and more urgent as we slowly made our way, lips still locked, to the nearby couch which had seen many a hot encounter, this one characterized by deep feelings of earnest love as our arousal grew and grew. Faces flushed, we threw caution to the wind and proceeded to devour each other with a passion I think neither of us knew we had within us.

After it was over and we relaxed together on the couch in each other’s arms, somewhat disheveled, I thought to myself as I looked at my sweet Emily, still flushed with excitement, My daughter, my lover. And I found myself suddenly thinking of my husband and, strange as it may seem, thanking him for what he did to us, realizing that if it hadn’t been for him, I never would have learned the real joy it was for a mother to experience the fullness of love that was possible with her daughter. And with Sharon, too, I thought with a smile as I heard the front door unlock.

“She’s home,” screeched Emily, as she jumped up and quickly looked around for the invitation, finding it still on the floor where we had dropped it.

My girlfriend walked into the room and suddenly stopped, taking in our disheveled state. “Well, what’s been going on here?” she asked, a slight smile spreading across her face as Emily ran up to her, still naked, waving the invitation in her face.

“Oh, Mommy and me were celebrating,” she explained, breathlessly, “’cause the invitation came. It came, Sharon, look!”

“I see,” Sharon replied, looking askance at me. “And it looks like it wasn’t alone,” she commented with a smirk on her face.

“Huh?” Emily managed, a puzzled look on her face.

“I mean,” added Sharon, grasping Emily by the shoulders, “it looks like it wasn’t the only thing that came.”

“Oh,” said Emily, grinning, suddenly realizing Sharon’s meaning. “Well, we were celebrating, like I said,” she giggled. “We got the invitation to the new showing at the gallery, see?”

Sharon took the sheet that Emily was waving in front of her face, read it quickly, and with a smile said, “Well, now you don’t have to wait much longer, honey — to see yourself displayed in public, I mean.”

“Well, not really in public,” I commented. “It’s a private showing,” I added. “But as you can see, our little girl is excited about it,” I winked at my girlfriend. Sharon came over to me, giving me her customary hello kiss, cupping my still wet pussy in her hand.

“And I see she’s not the only one who’s excited,” she murmured, teasingly.

I returned her kiss and whispered, “We were having a mommy-daughter moment; well, more than a moment,” I giggled.

Sharon hugged me tightly. “Ain’t love wonderful?” she commented.

“What’s for dinner?” my daughter suddenly chimed in. “I’m hungry.”

Sharon turned to look at her. “Yeah, sex does give you an appetite, doesn’t it?” And we all burst into laughter. “I think I’d better get undressed. I’m feeling out of place here,” she added with a smile.

Emily threw her arms around my girlfriend. “You’ll never be out of place here, Sharon. You’re my other mommy,” she added, her eyes shining. “Pasta, anyone?”

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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 19

  • Posted on September 14, 2016 at 5:55 pm

By Jeneee

That evening Emily chatted on the phone with Pam for at least half an hour. Sharon and I overheard bits and pieces of the conversation – which was punctuated by occasional giggles and shrieks – as we sat on the couch with our after-dinner coffee, but we didn’t really pay much attention. We knew Emily would fill us in if anything interesting had happened lately. They were more than likely discussing the upcoming showing of their ‘femininity’ at the art gallery, both dying to see themselves hanging on the wall along with all the other models Marilyn had painted in the new series.

On another note, we were also thrilled that Becky had finally found herself a girlfriend, and even more delighted knowing that it was Jacqueline, Marilyn’s gorgeous eighteen year old daughter. We suspected there was a past history there with her family that we hadn’t yet learned about, and we were really curious about what had happened with her father, who apparently wasn’t a part of her life any more – at least, as far as we knew.

I suspected that Becky probably knew more about it now, and wondered if the situation was similar to that which had transpired between Becky and her own father. Both Sharon and I agreed that eventually the story would come out, all in good time, so we weren’t about to pry.

After she hung up the phone, Emily came running back into the room and joined us on the couch, snuggling up between us, wearing only her panties as usual. This had quickly become the traditional mode of dress around our household in the past year, Sharon and myself included, at Emily’s insistence. Our boobs were always on display and my daughter loved grabbing her own nipples — which now had developed the puffy bloom typical of a budding young girl – and pulling them out for us to demonstrate how she was growing.

“Well?” we both asked in unison after she’d kissed each of us on the lips. I added, “What’s new with your girlfriend? It sounded like you were a little excited in there.”

“Probably having phone sex,” teased Sharon.

“Were not,” replied Emily, sticking her tongue out at her. “We were trying to decide what to wear for the showing at the gallery. And Pam said her mom told her that everyone’s been invited, everyone who posed, I mean. Even their families – moms and dads and brothers and sisters, so it’s gonna be crowded if everyone comes,” she giggled. “We’ll all be famous and in demand, Becky told Pam.”

“In demand?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows. “In demand for what?”

“Well, you know, like as models for anyone who wants us. I think that’s what she meant, anyway.”

“What, from just seeing your pussies?” Sharon teased. “More like being in demand for an up close, personal look if you ask me,” she added with a smirk on her face.

Emily laughed. “Yeah, that’s what Pammy said too. She said we should wear just short skirts and no panties to the gallery so if anyone asks we can show them our cunts and prove it was us in the paintings,” she giggled. “What do you think, Mommy? Should we?”

My exhibitionist little girl, I thought to myself. “And you’d probably do it too, wouldn’t you?” I asked. She nodded, a big grin on her face. “What if it was a father or a brother who asked? Would you show yourself off to a man, you little slut?” I demanded. Here was new territory to explore and Sharon and I looked at each other as we waited in anticipation for her answer.

“I asked Pammy that too,” she giggled in response, “and guess what she said.” We waited in silence, expectantly.

When neither of us said anything she finally blurted out, “Well, she said she would do it, show off her cunt, I mean. Just to see what kind of reaction she’d get. She wanted to see if they’d get a bulge in their pants from seeing her pussy for real. That’s when I screamed in there and you probably wondered what was going on,” she laughed, looking back and forth from one of us to the other for some kind of reaction.

Sharon told her that we thought she’d come or something when we heard her. Out came the tongue again, as my girlfriend smirked back at her.

“Nooo,” she replied, somewhat indignantly. “Becky finally told Pam everything about her daddy and how he played with her at home and then at their club when Pammy was sleeping, and that his cock – that’s what she called it, anyway – got real big and hard when he saw her playing with her pussy the first time he caught her that night in her bedroom. And then it got even harder when she held it like he asked her to do – part of her education he told her. So she wants to see if that happens to all guys. She wants to see a real, live cock for herself, she told me.

“That’s when I told her Marilyn’s mommy should do another series of paintings showing cocks as they grow bigger from babies to men. And we started giggling imagining what could happen in the studio and if boy’s and men’s cocks would get all hard like her daddy’s did when they were posing for a woman artist.”

“We wondered what all the screeching was about,” I said, realizing that it was probably about time that we filled Emily in on the male side of the sexual equation – I remember my own mother calling it that when such things were explained to me. Because of our out and out female relationships over the past couple of years, this aspect of my daughter’s sexual education had been somewhat lacking. Or completely neglected, really, I had to admit to myself.

It was now apparent to me that Becky – finally choosing now to clue her younger sister in on what had actually happened between her and her father — had revealed another aspect in Emily’s life that needed to be dealt with. Now that my little girl was approaching eleven years of age, and continuing to develop quite rapidly, the time had come to make sure she understood all about guys and the way most of them think about girls.

Telling us about her conversation with Pam seemed possibly to be her way of asking us for more information, I surmised. I already knew how she felt about her own father and what he did to us – she was really hurt at the time. But that’s in the past for her now, as it was for me. She now needs to be prepared for boys at school coming on to her, and how to deal with them, especially if she discovers she actually liked one.

I suddenly realized I may have to learn how to deal with that, too. After all, even though we know she quickly discovered her fondness for girls when Pam entered our lives, that doesn’t necessarily mean she is a lesbian, nor Pam either for that matter. They could both turn out to be bisexual like I was – and I say ‘was’ because it’s been so long since I have been with a man, my ex-husband being the last, that I can’t see myself ever wanting to go in that direction ever again. Sharon and I were deeply in love and right now I felt that it would last forever. My little girl, however, was still too young to know which way her sexuality would eventually develop, given the opportunity to fully explore her feelings, and I just wanted to make sure she would be prepared for any eventuality.

“So, do you think she’d do that kinda series?” Emily asked us.

“Don’t know sweetie, but she seems more into painting the female form. I guess you can always ask Jacqueline for her opinion when you see her at the gallery,” Sharon suggested.

“And I suppose you’d love to see paintings like that?” I teased my daughter. And for the first time I can remember, she actually blushed. My precocious little Emily blushed as if she had been caught red handed. There was definitely another dimension developing within her – a curiosity about the male sex organ.

“Is that a blush I see on your pretty face?” asked Sharon, who also noticed the effect my question had had on Emily. She spluttered, and turned even redder, covering her face with her hands while shaking her head from side to side.

“So Pam told you she wants to see a real live cock, is that right? Does that mean you do too?” I pressed, stroking her hair. “There’s nothing wrong with that, sweetie,” I told her. “It’s normal for a girl your age to be curious.” She uncovered her eyes and looked at me, then over at Sharon, a smile now beginning to develop on her face.

“Then you don’t think we’re weird, me and Pammy?” she asked, sounding a bit relieved.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” Sharon assured her. “After all, half the people in the world have cocks, so it’s not like it’s a rare thing, you know.”

Emily looked at her as if she was trying to decide whether Sharon was teasing her again, but concluded she wasn’t. “Pammy said Becky told her it hurt the first time her daddy put his cock inside her, but then she said she started to get really wet, and then it didn’t hurt as much. And she even got to like it after a while. She even almost told Pam about it after they started playing with each other but decided not to, thinking it might scare her. It was only after her mommy found out about it from Pammy’s aunt that she began to realize it had been bad for him to do that, and then she said she felt ashamed that it had felt good after a while. She was really mixed up, Pam said. She didn’t understand why her mommy got mad at her instead of at her daddy. Did it hurt you the first time too, Mommy? What about you, Sharon?”

Well, here we go, I thought to myself, catching Sharon’s eye. And the next half an hour saw Emily’s introduction to the world of heterosexual relationships, in technicolor – as Emily commented when she later told Pam about her mommy-daughter talk, or in this case her mommy-mommy-daughter talk – nothing held back, no questions left unanswered. I even learned a bit more about my girlfriend in the process – about her first time with a boy, which turned out to be her last. She realized she was a lesbian in her early teens.

And after our little talk with Emily was all over? Wait for it…

“Mommy, would you fuck me with that dildo you and Sharon use? So I can see what it feels like? Puleease?” The shocked looks on our faces brought a fit of giggles from my daughter. We had no idea she knew about our favorite double-header which we kept hidden in my underwear draw in our bedroom.

“You little sneak,” I scolded her. “You’ve been nosing around in my dresser. That’s not very nice, you know.”

“I was just looking for one of your thongs, just to try it on for Pammy to see, and we kinda came across it, that’s all,” she explained, a guilty look on her fac. “You were in the shower so we snuck into your room, but then you turned off the water so we had to leave in a hurry before we could get a real good look at it. She knew all about it though ’cause Becky has one,” she giggled. “So, will you? Fuck me with it?” And her hand slipped inside her panties to rub herself. “All this talk about cocks has made me horny,” she added.

Sharon winked at me. “I’ll go get it,” she told us, getting up from the couch. And I knew what she was thinking. One good look at the size of our plaything would probably discourage Emily, and give her second thoughts.

My daughter hugged me, cupping one of my breasts and bouncing it a little in her hand. “Is it really gonna hurt, Mommy?” she asked, and I wondered how long it would take her to change her mind once she saw the size of the dildo.

I slid my hand alongside hers inside her panties and wiggled a finger into her wet pussy. “Your little cunt is probably too small, sweetie, so I don’t think it will fit inside you; and yes, it would probably hurt even just to try,” I replied. “Let’s take these off,” I said, tugging at the waist of her panties and starting to pull them down. She stood up so that I could slide them down her long, slim legs, and then I kissed her pretty mound which had recently started to sprout a few fuzzy pubes.

“Yours too, Mommy,” she smiled, and I let her do the same to me, leaving us both naked as Sharon returned, twirling the double dildo around in the air with a big grin on her face.

“Here it is,” she announced, “and I also brought some of this,” she added, showing us the bottle of lubricant in her other hand. “Down on the floor, you little tramp,” she commanded Emily. “You’re about to be fucked,” she added. “With this big cock,” she emphasized, bringing it close to my daughter’s face so she could get a good look at it. “Still want to go ahead, slut?” she questioned, imagining that her dominant strategy would soon change my daughter’s mind. But Emily just nodded.

She knelt down between Emily’s outstretched legs and rubbed the head of the dildo against her wet pussy, spreading her lips so she could feel the bulk of the weapon against her soft flesh. I was watching my daughter’s face and she didn’t even flinch. I took the bottle of lubricant from Sharon’s hand and squeezed some of its contents into my palm and, grabbing the dildo from my girlfriend, I dipped one of the heads into the creamy mixture, lubricating it well, and as they both watched, slid it inside my own pussy and waggled it obscenely over Emily’s face. She giggled.

I watched Sharon shrug and bend down closer to our little girl’s pussy, spreading it wider and lapping at it with her tongue. Emily’s eyes closed as she wrapped her legs around my girlfriend’s neck and humped up toward her.

I knelt down beside Emily’s face and with one hand slid the other end of the dildo over her lips. Feeling it on her face she opened her eyes once more and, wrapping a hand around the shaft, she slid her tongue sensuously over the large head and then opened her mouth wide so she could spread her lips around it. With her mouth now full she moaned as Sharon continued to lick her pussy, feeling the little bud harden as my daughter’s arousal grew.

“Ready to get fucked, sweetie?” I whispered.

With her mouth still full she grunted, nodding her head as best she could. I plopped the head of the dildo from her mouth and crawled on my knees down to where Sharon was still feasting on our little girl’s sopping cunt. Lifting her head away, my girlfriend spread Emily’s creamy pussy wide, opening up the dark pink interior at which we both now stared, doubting this would go much further.

Once again I poured a generous amount of lubricant into my palm, rubbing it over the end of the dildo that would soon be introduced to Emily for the first time. Now it was Sharon’s turn to move over to the young girl’s face where she bent down and kissed her firmly on her lips.

“Get ready, slut. You’re about to be fucked, just like you wanted,” she whispered as she pulled back from the kiss, watching as I pushed the head of the dildo between my daughter’s lips.

No way, I thought to myself. There’s no way this will fit. But as that thought passed through my mind Emily thrust up hard against the tip, as if urging it inside.

Sharon shifted so that her pussy was over Emily’s face. “Eat my cunt while you’re being fucked, you little slut.” And as she settled down on my daughter’s mouth, Emily reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling Sharon tightly against her.

I pushed a little harder, watching in amazement as Emily’s pussy started to yield to the pressure being applied to it. Her lips spread wider, puffing up obscenely as the head started to work its way inside her. As she moaned into Sharon’s pussy she raised her hips up even higher, encouraging the dildo to probe deeper. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as I wrapped my hands around the shaft and urged it, as gently as I could, further and further into her. My own pussy was soaking wet, the other end of the dildo as deep as it could possible go inside me.

Emily was now squealing into Sharon’s cunt like a wild little animal. I pulled out of her a little, seeing the white flecks of Emily’s arousal on the shaft of the dildo, then urged it back it, a little deeper this time. Between two and three inches were now inside her, but that was the limit. I now concentrated on slowly withdrawing and re-entering her, over and over again as I listened to the audible clues Emily was giving me as she was fucked for the first time in her life.

This wasn’t hurting her – she loved it! I rubbed my thumb and finger over the swollen bud of her clit as I kept up the rhythm of my thrusting, meeting the demands of her hips as she kept pace. Sharon had been watching for a while but now had her eyes closed as Emily’s tongue kept up a furious pace as both of them began to build toward a climax.

And then it happened. Emily pushed Sharon off of her and screeched as her orgasm overtook her. Her eyes flew open wildly, then closed tightly once more, her mouth opening wide as she tried to catch her breath. Sharon, who had come moments before, slid her hands down on either side of Emily’s face and held her gently, kissing her forehead as the little girl writhed and whimpered, waves of pleasure pulsing through her body.

I started to withdraw from her as slowly as I could, trying to be careful not to hurt her in the process. But she wasn’t hurting. The insides of her vagina were gleaming as it slowly started to close once the creamy dildo was removed. Her labia were red and swollen but soaked, as I leaned down to kiss them, my tongue lapping contentedly at the musky taste of a freshly fucked pussy. I withdrew the other end of the dildo from my own pussy and handed it to Emily.

“Here, sweetie. Taste yourself. Taste the cock that just fucked you,” I smiled. And she did. Together we watched her suck the end that had been inside her, then the other head which had probed deeply inside me.

“Mmm, we taste good, don’t we Mommy?” she giggled, stretching. “So that’s what it feels like to be fucked.” And she slid her hand down to her swollen pussy. “I think I might be a little sore tomorrow,” she added, contentedly.

And the three of us then slowly climbed the stairs to bed, to sleep off another first in our lives. As we all crawled into bed together, Emily quickly falling asleep between us, Sharon commented that I was the only one who hadn’t come.

I smiled over at her. “Emily came for both of us tonight, hon. That is all I needed. I guess she showed us a thing or two, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sharon agreed. “And somehow I don’t think it’s the last time she’ll do that.”

And as usual, she would prove to be correct.

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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 20

  • Posted on September 14, 2016 at 5:55 pm

By Jeneee

The morning of Friday, October 24, finally arrived. Emily was up earlier than usual, as if the act of getting up early would help the day go by faster. Sharon and I were awakened by the sound of the toilet flushing, followed immediately by the squeak our shower often made the first time it was turned on in the morning, followed next by the screech of Emily being hit by cold water as she tried frantically to adjust the temperature to her liking.

I rolled over and slid an arm over Sharon, mumbling something in her ear about having meant to get a plumber in to fix the shower, or to get a new head at least. It had been on my mind now for weeks, but I’d just never gotten around to it. “What’s she doing up so early?” my girlfriend asked, squinting at the clock on the bedside table.

“Today’s the big day, remember?” I responded with a yawn. “The gallery showing. She just can’t wait. I can hear her now at breakfast – ‘Mommy, what should I wear? What are you gonna wear?’ – honestly, you’d think she was up for an Oscar or something.”

Sharon giggled. “Her big moment. She’ll probably want to sign autographs.”

“Don’t you dare put that thought into her head,” I ordered my girlfriend as I crawled from the bed, pulling down the blanket to expose my naked lover. “We might as well rise and shine too, since we’re awake.”

Sharon groaned and slowly got to her feet, reaching for the hairbrush on the dressing table. “Well I’ve arisen, and now I’ll try to put some shine back into my tangled hair. God, it’s a mess. You been tying knots in it while I sleep?” she grumbled.

“Don’t blame me if your hair has a mind of its own,” I replied, walking over behind her and sliding my arms around her waist, planting a kiss on her neck. “Besides, I like the unruly look in the morning – it’s so sexy.” And my hands rose to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples into long, hard points. “And so are these,” I teased as she leaned back into my body.

“Don’t start something we can’t finish,” she scolded, halfheartedly. “I know how you just love making me late for work.”

“Who, me?” I giggled. “I just love making you, period.” I swatted her butt, and then forced myself to turn away to head for the bathroom to hurry up Emily, who just loved to linger in the shower. She was probably fingering herself to her morning orgasm if I knew her, using up most of the hot water in the process.

I pulled back the shower curtain and quickly shut off the water – catching her in the act, just as I suspected.

“Mommy!” she shrieked, her hand still cupping her mound. “That’s not fair. I was almost ready to cum.”

“Too bad, you horny little tramp,” I giggled, throwing her a towel as I sat down on the toilet to pee. “We need some hot water too, you know. Now hurry up and dry yourself off and get dressed while I shower.” Out came her saucy tongue as she wrapped the towel around herself.

Half an hour later found us all sitting around the breakfast table, the fragrant smell of coffee permeating the air as Sharon and I drank our morning fix, finally feeling wide awake and ready to tackle what promised to be an eventful day in all our lives.

Emily gulped down the rest of her orange juice and stood up to leave. Turning toward me and Sharon she said, “By the way, Pammy is coming home with me after school so we can both get ready together for the evening.”

“Decided what to wear yet?” Sharon asked, teasingly. “Panties or no panties?” she added.

Emily turned her back to us and quickly flipped up the back of her plaited school skirt, revealing her glorious bare bum. “What do you think?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at us with a smirk on her face.

“Emily,” I scolded. “You go put on some panties right away. You’re not going to school like that, you little slut.”

“Yeah,” added Sharon. “Showing off your pussy for art is one thing. But school is another.”

“Ohh, who’s this guy, Art?” Emily asked with a big grin on her face. “Don’t you think he’d like my pussy?” And she quickly ran from the kitchen before one of us could reach her to deliver the crisp swat across her bare cheeks that she expected was on its way.

“Sensible panties; and don’t forget to keep a sanitary napkin in your backpack,” I yelled at her as she ran up the stairs. After all, she was eleven years old now and her period could start at anytime, I kept reminding her. She’d groan each time I brought it up, a little excited in one way, but also understandably a little anxious about what to expect when the moment finally arrived.

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After school that day, Emily and Pam arrived home together and with a quick ‘Hi Mom’ ran up to their room to get changed for the evening. Because Pammy still stayed with us on weekends, she had quite a variety of outfits from which to choose. The girls were still upstairs, running back and forth from bedroom to bathroom, when Sharon arrived home from work. She plunked herself down on one of the kitchen chairs, letting out a big sigh of relief at being home and looking forward to the weekend.

“Hard day at the office, dear?” I teased, moving to stand behind her to massage her shoulders. She worked as an assistant in a legal partnership so there were often days when she barely had time to stop for a coffee, let alone get a proper lunch break.

“Mmmm, that feels good, hon. Don’t stop,” she murmured softly, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. I continued my ministrations as she filled me in on one of the cases the office was handling at the moment. It involved determining the custody of seven year old twin girls, part of a separation agreement the partnership was trying to draw up for the girls’ mother – always a contentious issue in such cases, but apparently even more so in this one since the father was being relocated out of the country by his employer. Sharon had met the mother, and the twins, and had immediately felt empathy toward them, making her job a little more difficult as she tried to remain objective.

After a few minutes I could feel her beginning to relax, so I poured each of us a glass of our favorite merlot, barely having time to take the first sip when the thundering of little feet – well, not so little anymore – pounded down the staircase and our two stars for the evening burst into the kitchen twirling around in front of us, arms in the air, big grins on their faces.

“How do we look, Mommy? Do we look like stars?” smiled my precocious daughter, accompanied by a ‘ta da’ from Pam.

Sharon and I looked at them with a combination of wonderment and disbelief. What a transformation! Both girls had taken their long, flowing hair which normally reached down to the middle of their backs and had bundled it up over their heads, fastening it with several little combs highlighted with multicolored ribbons, leaving their cute ears exposed and adorned with dainty, dangling earrings – which I recognized came from my jewelry collection, of course. Not only that, each of them had made up their eyes with mascara and eyeliner, applied a little blush to their cheeks and layered glossy, pink lipstick on their luscious lips. I couldn’t believe how good a job they had done with each other. If it weren’t for their still undeveloped bodies, they could have easily passed for fifteen year olds.

“Wow,” Sharon finally exclaimed. “Where did you learn to do that?” And she walked over to the girls for a closer look while I took another gulp from my wineglass, still speechless.

“Becky taught me,” Pam replied with a grin, and we’ve experimented on each other a few times ’til we finally got it right. “You like?” she added. Sharon put her hands on Pam’s shoulders and peered closer, then did the same to Emily, who could barely refrain from giggling, as usual.

“Not bad. Not bad at all. Just needs a little touching up here and there,” Sharon added, pointing to a couple of places on Pam’s face. “Want me to help?” she asked.

“Yeah, please,” replied Pam, excitedly. “We want to look perfect tonight.”

“Well, Mommy?” my daughter chimed in. “What do you think?”

I couldn’t help smiling as I took in the sight of our little girls. And yes, I had to admit, they both looked absolutely gorgeous. Each had chosen their outfits well, Pam wearing a bright green top that brought out the color of her eyes and a short, hip hugging black skirt, while Emily had opted for one of her favorite pink blouses, the two top buttons left unfastened – not that there was much cleavage to show – and a short, white, flared skirt which revealed her long, slim coltish legs to perfection.

I walked up to her, raised the hem of her skirt and smirked. Just as I had suspected, she was naked underneath, her beautiful pussy ready to be bared whenever the situation demanded, and I was certain Pam’s was the same. Both girls held low heeled, toeless shoes in their hands, ready to adorn their pretty feet to complete their picture perfect appearance.

“Beautiful, sweetie. You both look so beautiful. My little girl is growing up,” I added, with an almost sad frown on my face. “Just make sure you behave like young ladies tonight. Now, both of you go back upstairs with Sharon and let her touch you up a little while I get a snack together for us before we leave. There will be plenty of refreshments there tonight so we’ll skip dinner.”

Shortly before seven that evening, we all arrived at the Gallery Of Friends. The sign on the door read ‘Private Showing, by Invitation Only’ and I quickly retrieved our invitation from my purse to show at the door. Not that we really needed one since we were well known to Judy, the gallery’s assistant, who was stationed behind a desk just inside the entrance, in front of a privacy screen which had been erected to prevent anyone uninvited from peering into the gallery.

“Well, don’t we look gorgeous tonight,” she remarked with a smile as she gave Emily and Pam a once over.

Both girls gave a little curtsy and grinned. “Thank you, Judy,” they responded in unison, and then we all slipped past the screen into the brightly lit gallery. The first thing we saw was a welcome sign which had been erected on a tripod. It featured a photograph of Marilyn with the words:

‘Welcome to a private showing of works by featured artist Marilyn Ellington, well known for her erotic portraits of females, depicting the maturing of the female sex organ from birth to womanhood. This series, From Kitty To Cunt, was envisioned by the artist over a year ago and has been created with the generous participation of models ranging in age from a few months to their early forties. Refreshments are available in the classroom at the rear of the gallery. The artist herself will be in attendance tonight, as will many of the models who posed for this series. We sincerely hope you enjoy the evening.’

Emily grabbed Pam’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go!” she said, barely able to contain her excitement, yet remembering what I’d told them about acting like young ladies. Sharon and I looked at each other, smiled, and followed them in. The evening had begun.

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Secrets, Chapter 8

  • Posted on September 13, 2016 at 1:13 pm

By Naughty Mommy

As I shifted to a sitting position on the bed, propped against a couple of pillows, I told Kerie to sit right in front of me so she’d have a good view of everything. At her request, I was showing my 8-year-old daughter how to masturbate.

“The way it works best for me, usually,” I began, “is to close my eyes and very gently run my fingertips over my naked body. Not touching hard, just grazing my skin, almost like tickling, only better.”

Starting between my breasts, I trailed my fingers down over my belly, then onto the top of my thighs, then slowly up the inside of my thighs, almost but not quite touching my sex, then up the sides of my body, gently over my now fully erect nipples, around the back of my neck, up to my cheeks and to my mouth, where I licked my fingers and caressed my lips, licked my fingers again, then lowered them to my breasts where I rubbed the wetness onto the very tips of my nipples. This made me shiver with excitement.

I briefly opened my eyes to make sure Kerie was watching me. She was rapt, staring at my body, at my stiff nipples. And she was touching herself too, fondling her tiny pink immature nipples. I didn’t think they could become erect at her age, but I was pleased to see her trying.

Then I continued the demonstration, closing my eyes again. I toyed with my nipples, running my fingertips in circles around them, gently moving my fingers over them and tugging them. My pussy was becoming very wet.

“When my nipples are really hard, when I’ve played with them and teased them very gently like this until they’re throbbing so much it’s almost painful, because they want to be squeezed and maybe sucked.”

“Sucked?” asked Kerie.

“Yes, when, um, sometimes when two people make love, one partner can suck the other partner’s nipples, and it —”

“You mean like a baby?” she interrupted.

I looked at her. She was pinching her little nipples, apparently trying to make them grow.

“Well, yes,” I told her, “you certainly can suck a woman’s nipples the way a baby does. But you can also kiss them, of course, and lick them, and even bite them, gently, but sucking them is just so delicious. It feels incredibly good.”

“My nipples are maybe not big enough for you to suck ‘em, right?”

I managed to keep myself from laughing. She was so precious.

“No, lover, probably not. But that doesn’t mean I couldn’t kiss your little nipples, or lick them. That might feel nice for you.”

“Will you try that later tonight?”

“Yes, I will, if you want me to.”

“I do want you to.”

“Anyway,” I continued, “when my nipples get really hard like this, then I start playing with them a little more roughly. See? Like this. I pinch them and squeeze them and pull on them. Sometimes I squeeze my whole breasts with my hands. When I’m getting excited, the way I am right now, that feels really good.”

My eyes were open at this point, as they would be if I was masturbating by myself.

“I like to look at my nipples while I’m playing with them. I lick my fingers and rub the wetness over the tips — that really gets me going — and sometimes I even try to lift my breast up toward my mouth so I can lick the end of my nipple, like this.”

“Wow,” sighed my daughter, as she watched my licking my erect nipples. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Not yet.” I smiled at her. “But maybe when you get bigger.”

“I hope so,” she said.

“And then,” I told her, “after I’ve played with my tits and my nipples and gotten myself very excited, then it’s time for me to start playing with my pussy. By this time, my pussy is usually pretty wet. In fact, I can tell I’m already very wet right now. Can you see it? Does it look wet to you?”

“Let me look.” My little girl crouched down low, on her elbows, peering into my crotch. I opened my legs wide for her.

“Yeah! I see it!” she exclaimed “Can I touch it?”

“Well, sweetheart, normally I would say yes, but since I’m supposed to be showing you how I masturbate, maybe we should wait on that for a bit.”

“Hm. Okay.”

“So, usually then I start by gently rubbing the skin here over the top of my clit. Remember how I told you the clitoris is very sensitive and you have to be careful how you touch it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“But if you just move your fingers like this, you’re stimulating the clit without having to touch it directly. It feels really good, and it also makes me get even wetter.”

Kerie was bent over, trying to see her own pubis. I think she was looking for her clit.

“Honey,” I said, “after Mommy’s done, I’ll help you and we’ll see if you can give yourself an orgasm by touching, okay?”

She looked up at me and nodded, smiling.

“But right now, Mommy is very wet and very excited, and I have to make myself come while you watch.”

“Ooh, goodie!” She laid on her belly right in front of me, her chin propped up on her little hands.

I was still rubbing my clit the way I’d showed her. I was so wet and very eager to start fucking myself, but I wanted to give her a proper demonstration, so I forced myself to take it slow.

“Next, I… I usually slide my hand down like this, in between my pussy lips. Mmm, god that feels good. And then I reach inside my vagina a little bit and get the ends of my fingers all wet, like this, and then I rub the wetness all over the inside of my lips, like this, and up onto my clit. Oh fuck that’s nice. Sorry, honey about the language. Couldn’t help it.”

“That’s okay,” she giggled.

“At this point, you can pull back the skin that’s covering your clit, like this, see? And then very gently sort of tickle the sides of the clit and even the end of it, where it’s most sensitive. Oh!” My body jerked as I stimulated myself directly.

“If you keep your fingers wet, either by licking them, or even better just by getting the wetness from your pussy, you can play with your clit like this, and it’s really easy then to make yourself come. Or it is for me anyway.”

“Are you gonna come now?” Kerie asked.

“In a minute. Because even though I could come that way, sweetie, I usually prefer to bring myself by putting my fingers inside my vagina.” I spread my pussy lips wide apart, showing her the wet red opening of my cunt.

I saw my daughter’s eyes go wide as she looked at my sex. I’m sure she could smell my arousal too, and perhaps even feel the heat coming from my cunt, her face was so close to me.

“Now I’m going to use that word again, which is not really a bad word, just a word you have to be careful when and where you use it. The word is ‘fuck’ — because I’m going to fuck my pussy now while you watch me.”

My sweet baby girl scooted in even closer as I slowly inserted the middle finger of my right hand deeply inside myself, as far as it would go. I groaned, and as I reached my g-spot and rubbed it, I felt my mouth watering and my nipples tingling. I was going to be able to come very quickly.

I slowly pulled the finger out of my vagina and showed Kerie how wet it was, before raising it to my mouth, rubbing the savory fluids over my lips and the tip of my tongue. At the same time, I slipped the first finger of my left hand partway into my pussy and continued fucking myself.

Then I put my right hand back down to my cunt, but this time pushed two fingers inside, pressing them in deeply, then started moving them in and out faster and faster, as I fondled my clit with the other hand.

“Mommy’s going to come,” I told my daughter. “Mommy’s gonna come while you watch. I’m fucking my pussy and I’m gonna come for you, honey. Mommy’s gonna come for her lit—”

The climax suddenly struck, jolting my body. As I clenched both hands over my pussy, groaning in ecstasy, I felt warm juices spilling out between my fingers. I shuddered repeatedly as wave after wave of the powerful orgasm crashed through me.

“Oh fuck yes…” I finally said when I could catch my breath and speak again. “That’s so good.”

I opened my eyes and look down and saw Kerie’s face just in front of my sex. She was staring at my cunt and licking her lips. I reached out my left hand and caressed her cheek, getting my wetness on her.

I wanted so badly in that moment to take her head in my hands and pull her in, bring her mouth against my pussy, tell her to put her little tongue inside me, and then fuck her face until I came all over her.

And as I thought those horrible, forbidden, wonderfully exciting thoughts about having my daughter eat my cunt, I was suddenly ready to come once more.

“Kerie, watch me,” I said, “Mommy’s going to come again.”

All I had to do was pull my two hands together up and down inside my slit a couple of times, my thumbs reaching up to fondle my clit, my fingertips teasing the opening of my vagina, and within only a few seconds, I was climaxing again.

This one was not quite as intense, but it was a long, warm, very wet and completely satisfying orgasm. I was able to keep my eyes open through most of it, looking down at my hands while they massaged my sex, and at my daughter as she watched her mommy masturbate.

When my climax began to subside, I lifted one of my hands from my pussy and brought it to my mouth. I slid the dripping fingers between my lips and sucked my fluids.

“What are you doing?” asked Kerie.

“I’m tasting myself.”

“Why?”

“Well, because it tastes good, and because it makes me feel sexy.” I raised my other hand to my face and licked and sucked my fingers.

“Can I taste it?” she asked.

I smiled. “You want to see how my pussy tastes?”

“Uh-huh. Does it taste good?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I guess that’s for you to decide. But I think it does.”

I put my hands between my legs again and held my pussy lips wide open. “Do you really want to taste Mommy’s wet pussy?”

I realized I was deliberately tempting her, or maybe tempting myself, trying to see if I could get Kerie not just to lick my fingers but to lick me directly, to lick my pussy, to have oral sex with her mother.

I burned with desire for her that way, though there was also a stern part of me that told me I was crossing a line — as if I hadn’t crossed so many already! — and that insisted there was a big difference between what we’d done so far and actually having oral sex with my daughter.

Maybe it was that stern part of me I listened to, because instead of pulling my daughter’s face into my cunt that night, or even just putting my finger inside myself and then holding it out to give her a taste, I sat up and said, “But now, we have to do what you said you wanted, remember? You wanted to try it yourself, and have me help you.”

She got to her knees, an eager look in her eyes. “Yeah, I do!”

So, we switched positions. I had Kerie lean against the pillows, as I’d been doing, and I settled between her outstretched legs to watch, instruct, and perhaps even assist my little girl in her first attempt at masturbation.

She began doing the things I’d demonstrated for her, starting with running her fingertips over her body, which she seemed to enjoy. I reached out at one point to show her how the fingers should brush the skin only very lightly. I used my own hand, floating it across her little belly. Her body shivered with excitement when I touched her that way.

But when it came to caressing her breasts and fondling her nipples, that didn’t work as well. My 8-year-old child simply didn’t have any breasts yet, and her nipples were so undeveloped that their response to her stimulation was minimal at best.

We decided instead to focus on her pussy. I instructed her in gently stroking the smooth, sensitive skin on her inner thigh, drawing the tips of her fingers slowly up and down, a little higher each time, until she was touching the outside of her labia.

This seemed to go a little better. She was becoming aroused, it appeared, so after she caressed herself that way for a minute or two, I told her the next thing was to put one hand at the top of her vulva and the other at the bottom. She should rub herself there, stimulating her clit with her top hand, while massaging and then gradually opening her pussy lips with her other hand.

She did her best, but unfortunately her body didn’t seem ready to respond the way she and I were hoping it would. As I’d feared, she apparently wasn’t quite old enough yet.

This whole thing, of course, was a completely new experience for my daughter. She’d never done anything like it before. And although she tried hard and really wanted to be able to masturbate like I’d shown her, ultimately the effort seemed to bring her more frustration than satisfaction.

After about ten minutes of rubbing herself as I’d suggested, it became obvious that it was going nowhere. Kerie seemed disappointed, and I tried to reassure her.

I scooted up next her on the bed and gave her a hug. “Honey, it’s okay. Remember, I told you I didn’t think girls your age could probably do it that way. In another two or three years, though, I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to.”

“But that’s too long.”

“I know.” I smiled to myself as I kissed her cheek. “Everything seems like forever when you’re little. And maybe it won’t even take that long — you can keep trying, right? Plus, we already know you can make yourself come by playing our game.”

“Yeah,” she sighed as she looked down at her hairless slit. She moved her hand back there and started touching herself again. “I just wish I could do it this way too.”

Without even thinking about what I was doing, I placed my hand over hers, covering it, then started moving as if I was masturbating myself. I held Kerie’s fingers in mine, guiding them.

She lifted her face to look at me. I smiled, whispering, “Maybe Mommy can help you do it this way.”

I kissed my daughter gently on the lips. Then she kissed me. Then I kissed her again with more intensity.

With a hand behind her head, I pulled her face closer to mine, kissing her passionately. I opened my mouth and teased her lips with my tongue. With a soft moan, my little girl parted her lips and let me slip my tongue into her mouth.

As we kissed that way, Kerie moved her hand that was under mine between her legs and placed it over mine, pressing my hand against her sex. My fingers were now sliding into her slit, gently exploring. Her skin inside was warm and very tender. It felt slightly moist, but not wet.

I wanted to make her wet.

I began touching her the way I would touch myself — the way I had touched myself hundreds and hundreds of times — the way I knew would always bring me quickly to a high level of arousal, and that I hoped would do the same for my daughter.

I drew my hand up slightly until my thumb was over her clit, my middle two fingers extended inside her labia, the other fingers on the outside, squeezing. Kerie started slightly and gasped when I began to stimulate her clitoris.

Continuing to play with her pussy, I lowered my lips to her neck, kissing her, licking her, and gently sucking her soft skin. Then I moved further down, onto her chest.

As I had promised earlier in the evening, I kissed her tiny pink nipples, I licked them, and I fluttered the end of my tongue over them.

I wanted to please her, I wanted to excite her, I wanted to make my little girl wet and make her come.

And she was getting wet! Whether it was my hand, my kisses, or my tongue on her nipples, or maybe all three, something was definitely working. As my fingers reached down inside her slit, probing at the tender opening to her virgin vagina, I felt a definite sign of her heightened sexual excitement: a warm, slick, wetness that could mean only one thing. My daughter was becoming very aroused.

The signs of her arousal excited me too. I kissed her again on the lips, shoving my tongue inside her mouth, and I leaned into her, pressing my erect nipples against her warm body.

She began moving under my touch. I felt her rocking her pelvis, trying to make more contact between my hand and her sex. Her breath was coming faster. I pulled my mouth away from hers to look at her face. Her eyes were hooded, and she was starting to pant and moan.

What I was doing was working, so I kept doing it. I pressed my fingers gently into the opening of her vagina, I rubbed my thumb over her little clit, I kissed her neck, kissed her chest, licked her nipples — and then suddenly it happened.

“UNH!!!” Kerie groaned as her eyes glazed over and her body went tense. Her thighs clamped shut around my hand, and I felt an increased flow of warm wetness inside her slit.

She groaned and gasped several times, then went limp, though still breathing hard. Her eyes were closed. I stayed quiet, waiting to see what she would do. After a moment, she opened her eyes, looked into mine, and gave me a big smile.

“Mommy, thank you!” my daughter exclaimed, kissing me on the lips.

I smiled and kissed her back. Then I removed my hand from her pussy and raised it to her mouth. “Here,” I said, “lick my fingers.”

She scrunched up her nose for a second, sniffed at the glistening liquid, and then tasted herself. “Mm, I like it.” She took my fingers into her mouth and sucked them.

“That’s your pussy juice, baby girl. It tastes nice, doesn’t it?”

“Mm-hm,” she nodded.

My 8-year-old little girl, with her shiny blonde hair and big blue eyes, my adorable tiny angel, all of four feet four inches tall, was naked with me in my bed, and I had just given her an orgasm by rubbing her pussy with my hand.

There was no doubt about it. I definitely had crossed a line. And it made me very excited.

I took my fingers away from her mouth, replacing them with my lips and my tongue. I wrapped my arms around her, mashing my breasts against her flat chest, kissing her deeply.

After several long, wet kisses, I slid down the bed until I was on my back, pulling my daughter on top of me. Opening my legs wide, I said, “I need you to do it now, baby. Please, honey, make Mommy come.”

Kerie grinned and licked her lips. Then she began moving on me the way she always did, playing our ‘game’. She slid her sweet young body up and down over mine. As wet and aroused as I was, my labia easily fell open, so she was rubbing her hairless pussy directly against my sex.

“That’s right, that’s right,” I urged. “Fuck Mommy! Fuck your mommy! Fuck me hard and make me come!”

I crossed another line there, in the language I used with her. Talking so dirty to my little girl made me hot, and it seemed to get Kerie excited too.

She was moving more quickly now, panting, turning red in the face. I lifted my hips to meet her urgent thrusts, grabbing her bottom with my hands and pulling her into my cunt. She humped up and down, harder and harder, faster and faster, in a frantic frenzy of forbidden lust — until we climaxed at the same moment, crying out in our passion.

 

We lay together, holding each other, breathing heavily, our bodies warm and wet with sweat. I rubbed my hands on her narrow back, sliding down to cup her butt cheeks, squeezing gently. I kissed the top of her head.

“Did I fuck you, Mommy?” she asked, her face nestled between my breasts.

“Yes, baby, you did. You fucked Mommy and made Mommy come.”

“And I came too.”

I kissed her head again, stroking her back. “You sure did.”

Kerie raised up to look at me. “But I won’t, um, and you won’t, get pregnant now, will we?”

“No, sweetie,” I chuckled, “you can’t get pregnant from having sex with a woman. It doesn’t work that way.”

“Okay,” she smiled. I kissed her lips, twice.

Then she said, “Can we do it again?”

“Again?”

“Yeah, only this time with you on top. And, you know, holding up my leg like you did before.”

I patted her bottom, grinning, “Ooh, my little lover just can’t get enough, can she?”

Taking her pretty face in my hands, I kissed her once more, this time putting my tongue in her mouth. Then I whispered to her, “You want Mommy to fuck you, little girl? You want Mommy to fuck your pussy and make you come?”

She smiled, “Uh-huh.”

We turned over and I mounted her. I opened my cunt lips with my fingers, pressed myself against my child’s hairless mound, and fucked her. We both climaxed that way, and then, after a brief rest, Kerie asked me if I would touch her again with my fingers. So I lay on my side next to her, kissing her and licking her little nipples while I fingered her pussy, and gave her another orgasm that way.

But she still wasn’t done. Moments after I’d made her come with my hand, my daughter rolled me onto my back, got on top of me and fucked me yet again, even harder and faster than before. She made me come twice this time before she reached climax. Then at last she collapsed in my arms, totally spent.

It was almost 10:30 by then. We’d been masturbating together and having sex for almost three hours. My little girl was worn out.

I rolled Kerie gently off of me and lay next to her, watching as she quickly fell asleep. I left the sheets down for a few minutes so I could just look at her naked body. She was so beautiful, so smooth and soft and touchable.

I’d teased her earlier by saying she couldn’t get enough of me — but it was equally true that I could never get enough of her. I sighed contentedly, gave my daughter a tender kiss on the forehead as she slept, then pulled the sheets up to her chin and got quietly out of bed.

Slipping into a robe, I went to the living room and called Jae on my cell phone. She was at home, watching “a dumb TV show,” she told me.

“What’s up with you?” she asked. “Any interesting new perversions you want to share with me?”

I chuckled, “No… well, yes, actually, but I really wanted to tell you something else. It’s about Rose. Kerie told me that she’d heard from Melissa, Rose’s daughter, that Rose has some lesbian videos, that she watches lesbian porn when she masturbates.”

“Wow, she told you that?”

“Yep.”

“But, how does she know? Did Melissa find her mom’s stash or something?”

“No, it was Emily, the older daughter, who told Melissa about it. I guess Emily did find her mom’s porn, I don’t know. But Emily said she listens outside Rose’s bedroom door sometimes, and she can hear the women in the videos having sex and she can hear her mom, or so she said anyhow, climaxing loudly.”

“That’s pretty hot, Shelly,” said Jae. “I wonder if Emily is curious enough about those lesbian videos, and about her mom watching them that she… hmm… anyway, speaking of Rose, she called me tonight.”

“She did?”

“Uh-huh. And guess what — she said she’s free tomorrow night, and she asked if I’d like to get together with her.”

“Let me guess, you said yes.”

Jae laughed. “Of course I did. She’s coming here around 6:30 for dinner.”

“Dinner and then…”

“Yep, that’s what I’m hoping and expecting. I’m pretty sure it’s what Rose has in mind too.”

“Nice. I’ll bet she’s a good lover.”

“Well, I may find out very soon.”

We hung up after a few minutes, and then I got back in bed with my sleeping daughter. I looked at her a while longer, kissed her again, then turned on my side and soon fell asleep, a smile on my face.

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Close-Ups: Images of Desire, Chapter 3

  • Posted on September 11, 2016 at 12:30 pm

By JetBoy (with babykeiko)

In the previous chapter: Nine-year-old Linnie is modeling naked for the first time for professional photographer Alexandra. Linnie’s lesbian mother Yukio, who secretly lusts after Alex, is watching the session and, in spite of herself, is persuaded by Alex to undress and join her little girl on the set. Yukio is growing increasingly turned on by Alex, but is unnerved to find herself equally aroused by her daughter.

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Yukio remained where she was, cuddling her nude little girl, resisting a sudden, crazy desire to slide her hands down Linnie’s body and caress that flawless bottom.

“That’s nice,” said Alex, breaking into Yukio’s desperate reverie. “That’s very good. Stay in that position — only turn your faces just a little bit toward me…”

Mother and daughter meekly obeyed — Yukio half-wanting to bring the photo session to a halt right then. It was dangerous, holding her child this way, both of them naked and these twisted, incestuous thoughts popping into her head. And now, in addition to Linnie’s moist sex touching her leg, the girl’s upper half was pressed into hers in a way that aroused Yukio’s very sensitive nipples.

As for Linnie, she was radiant with joy, her tummy all hot inside like she’d just drunk a big mug of cocoa. Only it was her gorgeous mummy who was giving her that good feeling! She didn’t even have to think about smiling for Alex’s rapidly clicking camera, because she felt so happy.

Awesome as it had been to see Mummy with all her clothes off, and getting a good look at every bit of her sexy body… Linnie now knew that hugging Mummy when she was naked — when we’re BOTH naked, she corrected herself — well, that was way, way, way better!

She loved the way Mummy was holding her, with both boobies touching her own flat chest, like nice, soft little pillows. And the way that she was sitting, with Mummy’s leg pushing against her kitty, made her feel nervous and jumpy inside, like something big was about to happen.

Stepping back from her camera, Alex nodded approvingly. “Well done, both of you.” She absently stroked her breasts. “Now… I’d like to get a little more daring.”

That sensation of panic began to flutter anew in Yukio’s belly, but Alex’s eyes rooted her to the spot, demanding perfect obedience. Yukio barely managed to restrain a shiver. Somehow, Alex had seen and noted her submissive tendencies — and the confident half-smile on the photographer’s face made it clear that she meant to take full advantage of what she knew.

“For this next batch of shots,” Alex continued, “I want to explore a more… personal side of a mother and daughter.” She gazed at Linnie, giving the girl a warm smile. “Linnie, do you remember what it was like to nurse from your mommy?”

Amused, the child slowly shook her head. “No, Miss Alex… I try to ‘member sometimes, but I was just a baby,” she replied, as if she thought the question to be a silly one.

The photographer laughed gently. “Well, sweetheart, perhaps we’ll give you a chance to experience it all over again.” She turned to Yukio, transfixing the woman with a penetrating look, all the while smiling. “Miss Shimizu, I’d like for you to cradle Linnie in your arms… hold her so that she can suckle at your breasts, just like when she was a baby.” She glanced at the girl. “Can you do that, Linnie?”

“I… I’d like to,” Linnie shyly replied.

Alex smiled at the girl. “Very well.” Her eyes flickered back to Yukio, the will in them penetrating into the young mother’s soul. “What about you, Miss Shimizu? Will you nurse Linnie for me, while I take pictures?”

Yukio stared at the older woman in muted anguish, silently pleading, Don’t make me do this. But Alex’s gaze was unwavering and certain.

It was up to Yukio to summon the will to walk away, if she could… if she had the resolve to end this, here and now. But did she really want to?

Wrong as the young mother knew it would be to let little Linnie suckle from her, the thought of feeling the child’s soft, warm mouth on her nipples had them tingling deliciously.

And honestly, she wondered, would it be such a bad thing? It’s not like I haven’t nursed her before… and Linnie loves the idea. I might even hurt her feelings if I said no.

Besides, what she saw in Alex’s bold stare made her hesitant to refuse the photographer’s wishes. She’s stronger than me, Yukio reminded herself, slowly yielding what little self-control she still possessed. I really should do what she says.

Somewhere in the far recesses of Yukio’s mind, a small voice protested. What will she ask you to do with Linnie next, you foolish woman? How far can she push you?

But Yukio thrust the thought away, abandoned herself to the now.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely audible. “All right.”

Alex smiled, her eyes alight with victory. “Good. Now, let’s see…” She studied the cuddling mother and child. “Miss Shimizu, turn your upper half just a bit toward me. Now, Linnie, sit sideways in your mother’s lap, facing this way.”

They adjusted themselves accordingly, Yukio puzzled by the mixture of relief and regret she felt when her child’s warm sex was no longer pressing into her thigh. I don’t understand, she numbly told herself. Why is this happening to me? The very air seemed alive, charged with raw sexuality. And she was succumbing to it, falling under some wicked enchantment cast by Alex. That’s it, she’s a witch, Yukio thought, feeling a crazy, spontaneous urge to laugh out loud that she thankfully managed to stifle.

“That’s it — hold that pose,” Alex declared, framing an imaginary shot with her hands. “Now, Linnie… take Mommy’s nipple into your mouth.”

Linnie was thrilled, absolutely thrilled to be given the chance to nurse from Mummy, even if they were only pretending. Her lips parted, then closed over the pink tip of her mother’s breast.

Prepared as she was, Yukio was still stunned by how lovely it was to feel her daughter’s soft, warm mouth enveloping her sensitive nipple. It took an enormous effort not to move, to remain silent, to maintain a calm exterior. Her body was motionless; inside, a storm raged.

“Perfect… hold that,” muttered Alex, the camera’s insistent clicking immediately filling the small studio. She was using a handheld camera now — moving back and forth, taking in the scene from multiple angles. After about thirty shots, she paused. “All right, now you both can move a bit — just carry on like this is for real.”

Yukio’s lips parted, a tiny whimper escaping her throat. She felt unable to contain her growing excitement. Linnie, at first, had merely held the throbbing nipple between her lips… but now, now her child was really nursing, suckling eagerly from her as if she were truly feeding at Mummy’s breast.

Almost without meaning to, Yukio began to caress her little girl’s bare body.

Linnie was rapturous, ecstatic to be where she was. Mummy’s titty was so soft and lovely… and she could sense the pounding of her mother’s heart, feel the more mature body tremble against hers. Warm hands were stroking Linnie; gliding up and down her back, over her arms, shoulders, neck, sides. Mummy likes this, she told herself. That revelation only seemed to heighten her delight. I’m making her feel good!

“That’s just right, Linnie,” murmured Alex. “Don’t forget your mommy’s other nipple, though.”

The child dutifully shifted to the left breast, taking the tip into her mouth. An unbidden surge of sexual heat raced through Yukio’s slender frame when little Linnie began, once again, to suckle.

As a little girl, Linnie’s knowledge of sexuality was limited, but a lovely warmth in her belly was responding — and building — as she sensed that there was something very special about these good feelings she was giving her mummy. She knew that caressing her own tiny nipples produced a lovely tickly sensation deep inside, and decided that having them sucked must feel even nicer than that. Wish I could do this to both of Mummy’s titties at the same time, she mused.

And that gave her a most interesting idea…

Carefully, uncertain of what Alex might think, but longing to make Mummy as happy as she could, Linnie allowed her right hand, now resting on Yukio’s side, to slowly steal its way up her mother’s body. The child’s pulse raced with excitement as her hand moved to gently cover the exposed breast that she’d been nursing from just moments earlier.

A strangled gasp broke from Yukio as Linnie touched her right breast, the girl’s tiny mouth still enveloping the tip of the left. The little hand weighed the soft globe, cupped it, then began to fondle it. Oh, God, Yukio realized, mouth gaping in astonishment. My daughter is feeling me up!

“Very good, Linnie!” Alex exclaimed, her camera clicking frantically. “Keep doing that.”

But Linnie needed no further encouragement. This new no-clothes game she and Mummy were playing was the best thing ever! She adored the warmth and softness of her mother’s titties, loved touching them. And Mummy’s hands were still gliding over her body in a delightful way.

Parting her lips, Linnie released her mother’s nipple, burrowing between those lovely soft breasts to kiss Mummy there, now, and her hand moved to cover the now freed breast, the tip still moist from her mouth. Now she was touching both of them at once!

An unbidden cry spilled from Yukio’s lips — and she clutched her child with shaking hands. Linnie’s mouth seemed to be everywhere on her chest, kissing around and between her fingers, pleasuring Yukio as if it was the most natural game in the world for a little girl to play.

The camera clicked and whirred as Alex paced around the bed, but Yukio barely registered it in her rapture. Her body throbbed and pulsed like an idling engine, and she could feel a drop of warm vaginal fluid rolling down her inner thigh. The heady scent of pussy was increasingly thick in the room, and she wasn’t at all certain that it was only her sex that she smelled right then…

Suddenly realizing that the sounds of the camera had ceased, Yukio opened her eyes just in time to see Alex slip her red panties down to her right ankle with one hand, then carelessly cast them aside with an impatient flick of the foot.

Even as she reveled in the attention Linnie was lavishing on her breasts, Yukio couldn’t help but stare at the now nude photographer, standing with her legs slightly spread as if putting her sex on display. Alex had a lush triangle of auburn pubes, a hint of pink flesh lurking within the dark curls.

Meeting Yukio’s gaze, Alex paused, standing with her legs parted to give the meek Japanese beauty a good, long look at her cunt. Then she moved closer, taking in this intimate moment between mother and daughter.

Finally, noticing that no pictures were being taken, Linnie raised her head from her mother’s breasts and turned to Alex, her eyes widening at the realization that her photographer was now completely naked. She nibbled her lower lip, staring in fascination at the older woman’s bush.

Alex nodded approvingly. “That was just right… exactly what I wanted,” she murmured. “Let’s try this, now. Yukio, lie down on your back. Linnie, get on top of your mommy and do like you were just now… show her how much you love her. Now, Yukio, while she does that, I want you to caress Linnie all over. Don’t be shy about it — let me see how much your little girl means to you.” She fell silent, waiting expectantly, her calm eyes locked with those of the young mother.

Yukio stared in disbelief at Alex. She’s not even asking me to do these things now… just giving orders! And she’s never called me by my first name before, not ever…

This was unquestionably going too far, much too far.

So why was she meekly obeying, gently shifting Linnie from her lap so that she could lie back on the bed? Why were her thighs parting to reveal her glistening sex?

Now in the pose Alex wanted, Yukio attempted to ease the tension she felt with a deep, slow breath — and that was when her naked little girl, giving Mummy a bashful smile, crawled into her arms.

The weight and remarkable softness of Linnie’s bare body felt exquisite against Yukio’s, but to the tortured mother, the contact was a wondrous agony, making the gnawing sexual hunger she felt all the more acute.

Alex is taking control of me, she told herself, pushing me into loving Linnie, the way no mother ought to… and I can’t stop it from happening! Her arms slipped around the nude little girl, both hands already exploring Linnie’s boyish frame. But after all, I don’t really want to stop, now do I…?

Yukio gasped when, once again, the child’s mouth took in the tip of her breast. Without another thought, she allowed one hand to drift further down Linnie’s smooth, supple back until she was cupping her little girl’s bottom.

Linnie responded eagerly to her mother’s touch, moaning around Yukio’s nipple, arching her rump to press back against the stroking hand. As she continued to nurse, Linnie’s hand hesitantly sought out her mother’s free breast, to fondle it like she had before.

Panting ecstatically, Yukio caressed Linnie’s backside with both hands, stroking the smooth, soft globes. She knew how wrong it was to fondle her eight-year-old daughter this way, knew she would torment herself with guilt afterward. But the hunger Yukio felt for her exquisite child could no longer be pushed aside and ignored. She loved Linnie, loved her more than her own life — and now that love was flavored with the spice of desire.

Besides, she wants this. My baby wants this, too.

“That’s so lovely, Yukio,” whispered Alex, her lips nearly touching the trembling mother’s ear. “You and your little girl are beautiful together.”

“I love her s-so much,” Yukio moaned. “Oh, Linnie, sweetheart, I adore you.”

Linnie raised her face from her mother’s breasts, gazing dreamily at Yukio. “And I love you, Mummy. More than — than anything!”

Staring into her daughter’s warm brown eyes, Yukio melted inside at the adoration she saw there, the innocent beauty of Linnie’s soul reflected in that flawless face. Suddenly, she gasped as an unexpected orgasm seized her.

It was a small climax, only a hint of the massive detonation that still lurked inside the shivering mother. A quick glance at Alex, who smiled knowingly at Yukio, made it obvious that she knew and approved of what had just happened.

“Wh-what’s wrong, Mummy?” Linnie stammered, her eyes wide with alarm. “Are you okay?”

“She’s fine, little one,” Alex murmured, gently patting Linnie’s shoulder. “Too many good feelings, that’s all. It’s because you make her so happy.” She bent down, smiling fondly at the little girl. “Why don’t you give your mommy a nice kiss? Bet she’d love it.”

Yukio somehow felt hot and cold at the same time as she and her daughter stared at one another. Suddenly timid, Linnie licked her lips before she moved in to place a soft peck on her mother’s mouth. Then she drew away, blushing but clearly pleased.

“Oh, now, Linnie,” Alex cooed, “you can do better than that!” Yukio’s heart hammered frantically as the photographer’s calm, confident gaze shifted to meet hers. “Now you try it, Yukio. Show Linnie how to kiss when you’re in love.”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, that tiny voice was at it again, begging Yukio to stop this madness, to take her child and run far, far away from this woman and her dangerous scheme — but the nearly delirious mother had passed the point of no return. She stifled this voice of repression, wished it away. Linnie was naked and lying in her arms, ready to receive a lesson in love. How could she say no to her daughter?

“My angel,” she whispered, losing herself once more in the girl’s eyes as she drew closer, kissing Linnie’s soft, sweet mouth, letting it linger. She pulled back just long enough to give her enthralled daughter an adoring smile, then closed her eyes, bending to kiss her again. This time, Yukio allowed her tongue to graze Linnie’s lower lip.

Her daughter responded with a squeak of surprise, her lips parting slightly — and Yukio was helpless to resist an overwhelming impulse to deepen the kiss. She pressed her mouth to Linnie’s, her tongue seeking entrance.

The young mother’s body hummed like a struck tuning fork, a single note of shimmering perfection flowing through her as, for the first time, Yukio kissed her eight-year-old child like a lover. Linnie seemed to melt in her embrace, willingly accepting what her mother had to give.

Linnie’s heart throbbed almost violently as Yukio’s tongue penetrated her mouth. Mummy’s really kissing me, the astonished child told herself, just like with her girlfriend!

Yukio had always been shy about open displays of affection with her lovers, but Linnie had once watched as Mummy and another woman made out on the living room couch. She was supposed to be asleep, but had tiptoed into the kitchen for a glass of water, and found herself immediately enthralled by the sight of Mummy and her nice new friend Julia doing girlfriend stuff together.

Linnie had never seen anyone kiss that way before — tongues darting back and forth, meeting and mingling, almost as if their mouths were talking to one another, only without words.

She had wanted so badly to see more, but knew that Mummy would be very unhappy if she caught her little girl spying. So Linnie reluctantly crept back to bed, where she lay awake for a long while.

Ever since that night, the eight-year-old had dreamed of being kissed like that, and now she was — only it was Mummy whose tongue was flickering into her mouth, Mummy’s lips that moved in such a lovely way against hers. For that matter, it was Mummy’s hands that were exploring her body, touching her in places where no one else had ever touched before.

Linnie understood that yes, her mother was doing these things, but she still didn’t comprehend why.

Suddenly, with a blinding flash of realization, she knew what was happening, as if a veil had been ripped away with a single sharp tug. Oh my gosh… it’s, it’s me — I’m Mummy’s girlfriend now!

It was an idea so big that she could barely grasp it — only lie dazed on top of her naked mother, feeling a soft tongue circling her lips. But — but why would she want to be girlfriends with me? I’m just a kid! I don’t have boobs, or a sexy big butt, or anything!

Yet Mummy was kissing her mouth, just like real lovers did… and she sure seemed excited about doing it! They were such warm, delicious, yummy yummy yum kisses, too.

She ought to have been scared — well, she was, just a little. Mostly, though, Linnie was ecstatic. She’d dreamed of being loved like this by another girl someday, when she was a few years older — but to have her mother, the most beautiful woman in the whole world, who the eight-year-old child adored more than anyone, giving her this… it was enough to make Linnie’s heart swell with joy.

Suddenly the girl felt Alex’s soft lips graze her ear, whispering, “Kiss your mommy back, Linnie… that’s what she wants.”

Thrilled as she already was, Linnie felt a fresh surge of excitement at Alex’s suggestion.

Hesitantly at first, she allowed her tongue to touch Mummy’s, as if introducing herself. Then she began to share in the kissing, no longer letting her mother do all the work.

Linnie’s excitement soared when Yukio moaned into her mouth, then returned her kiss with a passion that stole the child’s breath away. Now their tongues were mingling freely, and Mummy was even touching her bottom with both hands!

Yukio seethed with desire. This was love as she never imagined it could be, sex and magic bound together in the small, bare body of her little girl. She stroked and squeezed Linnie’s pert little behind, on the verge of allowing her fingers to steal between the child’s thighs to explore her bare slit.

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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 47

  • Posted on September 9, 2016 at 2:46 pm

And Now for a Little Orgy

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

We went down to our den, which Mom always called the play room when we were going to have sex there, and the adults sat on one couch facing the center of the room. My mom had bought a brand new California King bed for the room, which was nearly a thousand square feet by itself, and now it sat in the middle of the room. Erin, Jenna, and I looked at Mom, Aunt Emmy, and Danni just sitting there, as if they were waiting for something to happen.

“We’ve decided something,” Mom said as Aunt Emmy and Danni looked at each other and grinned.

“What?” I asked, suspecting what it might be.

“We want the three of you to put on a show for us.”

I lifted my eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yes,” Mom said, smiling her most seductive smile.

I looked at Jenna and Erin. Jenna was looking like she needed something to take her mind off her mother, and Erin looked okay with the idea, though she was obviously nervous. I loved being watched — probably got that from my mom — but this would be the first time any of the adults saw Erin naked, much less doing anything sexual.

“Are you okay with doing this?” I asked Erin. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t willing to do.”

“No, I can do it,” she said. “I’m just, you know, nervous. I’ve never done anything in front of adults before.

“Okay,” Mom said. “How about we grown-ups strip first and do some making out and you three watch us. Then you’ll feel less nervous.”

Erin smiled at this turn of events and we all got on my the huge bed to watch them.

Mom moved to Aunt Emmy first and they started kissing while Danni started removing their clothes. As soon as Emmy’s bra came off, Mom’s hand went there and began kneading my aunt’s boobs, which weren’t all that big, but they were certainly sexy looking, especially with Mom’s hands all over them while they kissed and their tongues danced.

“Wow,” Erin nearly whispered. “They’re like, real sisters, aren’t they?”

“Uh-huh,” I said. “They’ve been doing this with each other forever.”

“Wow,” Erin repeated, clearly at a loss for words.

I glanced at Jenna, who looked back at me and smiled. I felt bad for her because I knew she was anxious about her mom, but I knew this would help. As Mom always said, “If you’re down, a good come makes the world seem a lot better.”

As my gaze shifted back to Mom and Aunt Emmy, I noticed Erin’s hand had moved to her lap. She was softly touching her pussy beneath the material of her shorts, squeezing her mound and enjoying the feelings that gave her while watching the show my mom and her sister were giving us.

I looked back at Jenna. Catching her eye, I nodded towards Erin’s lap. Jenna just smiled and nodded back at me to indicate she’d already seen the action there.

Reaching over to Erin, I started pulling her shirt up. She realized what I was doing and raised her hands to allow me to pull it over her head. She wore no bra. Being eleven and just starting to bud there, she really didn’t need one.

Jenna leaned over and carefully began to lick and tongue Erin’s nipples, knowing they would be sensitive as they were just sprouting.

I watched Mom and Emmy for a moment before turning back to Erin and unsnapping and unzipping her denim shorts. Pushing her back, I started tugging the tight jeans down her legs, turning them inside out in the process. Then I started undressing myself to make sure Erin wasn’t the only young person undressed in any way.

In the meantime, Erin had pulled Jenna’s top off and was busy licking my adopted sister’s boobs.

I glanced back at the adults, and they had stopped making out. Danni had managed to get Mom and Aunt Emmy naked, and she was busy stripping off her own clothes. They were now watching the three of us.

I smiled at Mom. She had known their own sexual play would stimulate Erin enough to no longer pay any attention to them once we started doing things with her. I considered my mother the most advanced sexual psychologist ever known. She knew exactly how to push someone’s buttons to get them turned on beyond caring about the rest of the world.

Well, Erin wasn’t there yet, but I had no doubt she would be. Right now, she was busy making oral love to my sister’s boobs, taking first one nipple then the other into her mouth and making it feel wonderful.

Danni finished stripping and I turned my attention to Erin, who was still in her panties, which was now all I wore. Jenna was still in her shorts, but they were just some short-legged gym shorts that could be removed in a flash.

Moving from where I was, I knelt behind Jenna and pulled her legs out so I could get to her shorts. She managed to keep her top half raised off the bed, extending her arms to do so, while Erin sucked her nipples and I removed her shorts and panties.

Standing, I removed my own panties, to allow Erin to be the last to get completely naked.

After getting back on the bed, I tapped her shoulder and said, “Let me take off your panties. You’re the last one with anything on.”

She moved back from Jenna’s boobs to see five smiling faces looking at her with love and lust.

Erin cast her gaze around the bed to see each woman’s and girl’s pussy before lying back and letting me pull off her dainty panties.

“My God, that looks delicious,” Danni said.

I looked at my former teacher and said, “It is.” She smiled back at me and winked.

Erin and I kissed while Jenna returned to gently sucking and licking Erin’s boobs. Erin’s kisses became more insistent, and I knew she was getting very horny. Her hand would occasionally sneak down to her pussy and give it a quick rub.

I made her lie back and both Jenna and I moved to kneel between her legs, which we spread wide to accommodate us. This served to also spread her little slit open for all to see those soft charms inside. She was wet and the inner labia were swollen to indicate how much they wanted to be touched and kissed.

Jenna and I were going to make those labia — and Erin’s little clit — very happy indeed.

First I leaned over and kissed Jenna, our tongues sliding over each other as we fueled our passion. When we finally broke the kiss, we silently communicated what we would do next, as if we shared one mind.

Grinning, we moved to Erin’s small pussy and began to lick her, softly at first, but increasing the pressure and rhythms as we continued.

While I licked the center of her treasures, Jenna would lick the inner and outer labia on that side, sometimes nibbling the softness, I noticed. Sometimes, she would kiss Erin’s inner thigh, sucking the flesh in but not doing that hard enough to give her a hickey.

Then it was Jenna’s turn at the fountain of honey that was now pouring from Erin’s cunt. We lay there with our mouths at work on the young girl while the adults occasionally jockeyed for position to see what we were doing.

I could hear the sounds of fingers plunging into a vagina, and I wondered whether it was one of the adults doing it to another of them, or just one of them masturbating. When Jenna took over licking Erin’s center, I took a moment to glance at them. It turned out that what I’d heard were two women, Danni and Emmy, each with her hands busy at her own pussy, fingers plunging in and out of the wetness. Mom was eyeing what we were doing to Erin. I swear it looked as if she were ready to drool.

I sat back and looked at Mom. “Do you want a taste, or should we finish with her?” I asked her.

She glanced at the others. “Danni, you first,” she said.

Dannie wasted no time. She was down there with her mouth on the young girl in two seconds, it seemed.

She locked her mouth on the girl and Erin’s moans changed timbre as the young woman ate her pussy.

I found myself envious of my young friend. Danni was so good at knowing just where to lick and just when to nibble. She had sent me off like a rocket numerous times, and based on what was happening right now, Erin was getting very close to blast off.

Aunt Emmy was poised to be next, and she impatiently tapped Danni’s shoulder to get her to let her have a turn at this pre-pubescent pussy. Danni gave Erin one last lick and nibble (or at least it looked like a nibble) and moved back to allow her life-partner to have a go.

Aunt Emmy leaned in and was giving Erin’s pussy quite a tongue lashing. Aunt Emmy’s moans of delight matched Erin’s groans of pleasure as she feasted on the girl’s honey. Jenna moved to Danni and started kissing her while Mom began fingering her sister, Emmy.

This attention caused Emmy to gasp, which disconnected her mouth from Erin’s mound. Erin’s moans of pleasure quickly changed to one of frustration. She managed to cry, “No, don’t stop now,” and Emmy returned to her feast. This brought a new look of ecstasy to Erin’s features.

I had remained inactive long enough. Looking into that cute face, I bent down and started making out with Erin while my aunt continued licking.

I felt movement and cut my eyes to what was happening. Mom was now moving in to lick Erin’s slit. I knew this would probably be all Erin could take before coming, and I was right. She already had a crush on my mom, and not just a little girl’s crush either, like the one Ms. Hartley mentioned Erin having for me. This was a lustful one — a full blown one — which was properly the kind of crush Erin had on me as well, but I wasn’t going to straighten her mom out on that.

I pulled back as I felt Erin beginning to come so I could watch her beautiful face while she climaxed and humped against my mother’s mouth. Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes toward her ears as she came, and I recognized the tears as ones of absolute bliss. This form of crying had happened to me a number of times, and I knew the pre-teen was as happy as she could ever be, at least as far as sexual gratification went.

She looked up at me and said, “Your mom made me come! I was doing my best to hold out for her once the grown-ups started licking me, and I did it.”

I guess the idea that a real, honest-to-God porn star had made her reach a delightful orgasm was special to her. I had never looked at it that way of course. To me, she was just ‘Mom,’ not a star. But I could see how special this was for Erin.

I looked over at Jenna and Danni, and Aunt Emmy had managed to join them now. I glanced at Erin and knew she would need to rest before diving back into her next orgasm, so I turned to Mom and said, “I guess it’s the two of us.”

Mom smiled and replied, “You say that as if we have to settle for each other. Believe me, sweetheart, nobody will ever have to feel they are ‘settling’ for you.”

I grinned at that. My mom could say the nicest things to me sometimes. I wasn’t in need of a spirit boost, but I got one just the same. As I moved to Mom, I could feel the sting of tears gathering in my own eyes, but I blinked them away. There was no need to get sappy about it. She had just said something nice to me. She meant it, I knew, but that was no reason to begin crying. At least not in the middle of this fabulous orgy.

As Mom and I kissed, I could feel Erin’s eyes on us. We continued kissing, and when we broke the kiss, I looked down, and sure enough, there she was, staring wide-eyed at us.

I laughed, slightly embarrassed for some reason. “What?” I asked.

“She’s your mom,” she said, as if that explained it all.

“I know,” I said, chuckling.

“But that’s so cool that you two kiss… and other stuff.”

I just went back to making out with Mom and we started playing with each other’s boobs while we kissed, kneading the soft globes and pinching the nipples. My boobs and nipples were like Mom’s, only a bit smaller, so playing with her boobs was a lot like playing with my own, just sexier.

I heard Danni say, “Chain… Let’s make one.” She was breathing rather hard and it came out as a sort of grunting gasp, as if she didn’t want to take the time to speak.

Mom and I moved to get into a sixty-nine with each other. I noticed Erin, so far the only one of us who had come, didn’t seem to be able to decide what she wanted to watch, and her eyes darted back and forth between the threesome and Mom and me.

After Mom and I started, I could hear the sounds of wet pussy licking beside me on the bed. Then moments later, Erin was there, playing with any boobs she could find to touch and rubbing the asses of whoever’s butt was near enough to touch.

Then I felt her fingers inside my vagina, pumping in and out while Mom licked me. After a moment of that, Erin’s hand arrived at Mom’s pussy and delved inside while I continued licking Mom’s clit.

I managed to catch a glimpse of Erin, and her arms were stretched over my back as she plunged her fingers inside us. It seemed to be quite a reach for her, but she managed.

I had been paying so much attention to what was happening around me that I had failed to concentrate on my own orgasm. I was very turned on, but not anywhere close to my climax.

Mom, on the other hand, was having no problem at all. Perhaps it was feeling new fingers from an eleven-year-old girl inside her that toppled her over the peak, but soon she was coming, and hard. As she entered her orgasm, Erin’s fingers pushed deeper into Mom and her thumb moved to join my tongue in rubbing her clit.

Mom screamed her orgasm was so good. I knew it would be a few minutes before she would have the energy to continue licking me, but that was fine. I still was not that close to coming and could easily wait.

However, as soon as Mom had finished coming, Erin moved to her and began kissing her lips, tasting my pussy on my mother’s mouth and just enjoying her time here. This made me glad while at the same time making me frustrated since now nobody was trying to bring me off.

Mom and Erin formed a pair as they kissed, causing Mom to roll from under me and give her attention to Erin. Once freed from beneath my mom, I moved to join the threesome nearby. I saw that there was a place for me if I could make Danni and Jenna stop their licking long enough to allow me to lie down and join them.

“Let me in,” I said, and a glassy-eyed Danni looked into my juice-covered face.

Realizing what I wanted, she managed to scoot over some and allow me between her face and Jenna’s pussy. Now I was licking my sister and Danni was licking me.

In other words, I was in lesbian heaven.

I now feasted on my sister’s cunt just a few moments after eating my mom’s, and I could feel Danni’s tongue devouring me as well.

“Good God, you’re wet,” Danni said from below.

“She’s got nothing on you,” Emmy said to Danni before diving back in.

“I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue,” said Jenna. I could feel her body shifting back and forth as she managed to plunge her tongue inside my aunt before pulling back and plunging again.

“Fuck,” Emmy said in response to the tongue fucking, though it was muffled by Danni’s pussy.

Within a minute, Danni started coming. She let out short grunts of pleasure in a staccato fashion, followed by one long screaming moan. I benefited from these moans since they caused vibrations that caressed my pussy and clit.

I could feel Jenna getting close as her hips moved back and forth faster to increase the pressures on certain areas of her slit. The moment she started moaning out her climax, Aunt Emmy began her own orgasm. I rode out my sister’s peak until finally, I was the only one left who hadn’t had at least one orgasm. (Mom and Erin had both reached their second ones while the rest of us were in the daisy chain.)

I lay back, gasping for air. Looking at nobody in particular, I demanded, “Someone make me come!”

Gentle laughter was followed by Jenna and Erin falling on my pussy, with both of them licking me. Their tongues seemed to be dueling each other for the right to lick what was by now my amazingly sensitive clit. In the meantime, Mom started making out with me.

Then I was aware of something else. Either Danni or Aunt Emmy was squatting on my right hand, urging me to finger her. The other was masturbating herself with my foot.

That was all I needed.

My orgasm crashed into me and it seemed that every nerve was tingling and throbbing. My mom’s lips clung to mine as I rode out the climax, and whoever was humping my hand was starting to come as well. The pleasure was almost unbearable.

Finally, I’d had enough and needed to rest. I held my free hand down to stop my sister and Erin from licking me more because my clit was just too sensitive. My mom moved away from me and I saw that Aunt Emmy was the one riding my hand. She turned to Jenna and took my sister in her arms and they began to make out while fingering each other. Danni got into a sixty-nine with Erin.

The orgy continued for another hour. Mom and I ended up in a sixty-nine and brought each other to an orgasm, and Erin and Aunt Emmy tribbed with each other, reaching powerful climaxes, if their moans were any indication. Danni and Jenna took turns licking the other to several orgasms.

Finally, we were just too tired to keep it up and the sex for that morning ended. Jenna, Erin, and I went skinny dipping in our pool while Mom, Danni, and Aunt Emmy made lunch.

The day went by lazily, and everyone had a great time. I noticed Mom eyeing Erin several times and I knew she was thinking of getting her alone eventually. I couldn’t blame her.

She didn’t have to wait too long, in fact. That night, I awoke in the middle of the night and noticed that I was alone in our bed with Jenna. Erin was missing. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 1:48 a.m. I wondered if she’d gone to the bathroom, but when she hadn’t returned three minutes later, I decided she was somewhere else.

Curious, I got up to see what she was up to. As I moved into the den, I could hear moans coming from down the opposite hallway, where my mom’s bedroom was.

I stepped down the hall and realized the moans were so loud because Mom’s door was open.

I stepped to the doorway and smiled at what I saw, which was something I hadn’t expected.

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Secrets, Chapter 7

  • Posted on September 7, 2016 at 2:42 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The next day was Friday. That morning, I’d decided to wear a very pretty blue silk dress to work, with low heels in a matching color. The dress was knee-length and sleeveless. It was figure-hugging, but didn’t make me look quite as vampish as I had the day before.

At noon, Tina knocked on my open door. I got up from my desk and checked to see that no one else was in the outer office, then closed the door and locked it.

Tina was wearing white shorts over a pair of hot pink leggings. On her feet were the cutest little white ankle boots with high heels. On top she wore a gray tank top under a short denim jacket. It was an 80’s retro style, popular all over again. She looked amazing.

I took the girl by the hand, then put my arms around her, and kissed her. I opened my mouth, running my tongue over her lips, and after a moment, she parted them, allowing me to explore her sweet mouth.

And sweet it was. She tasted like peppermint, and smelled like fresh spring flowers. I almost swooned as I held this lovely delicious teenager in my arms and kissed her.

When I finally pulled away, my arms still around her neck, she was red in the face and breathing hard. “Wow!” she said.

I laughed. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that. Honestly, I didn’t. But when I saw you, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That’s okay,” she smiled.

“No, it’s not okay. I mean, we really shouldn’t do that at school, even behind closed doors. It’s just not safe, for either one of us. But it’s my fault, honey. I initiated it. You didn’t do anything wrong — except maybe look so sexy that I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”

She giggled.

“But I promise, Tina, that I will be more careful in the future. I’ll try very hard to control myself.”

“Okay. I hope you won’t try too hard, though, when we’re not at school.”

I smiled. “No, I won’t.”

She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

I wagged my finger in her face. “No, no, don’t be a bad girl. I mean it.”

“But I like being a bad girl.”

“Hmm, I may have to spank you.”

“Promise?”

I walked back to my desk. “Okay, enough of this teasing. We need to talk about when and where we can meet. Assuming you still want to, that is.”

“Of course I do.”

“Good, I’m glad. Sit down, Tina.” I pointed to the chair next to my desk.

She did, looking at me expectantly.

“I don’t mean to be all businesslike, but I don’t want to keep you in here with the door closed for too long. It might make people wonder.”

“People like Mrs. Simmons, the witch?”

I smiled at her. “Exactly.”

“Okay,” she said, sitting on the edge of her chair, “what’s the plan?”

“Here’s the deal. Next week, on Wednesday, there’s an afternoon seminar at a business school that I was planning to attend. I’ve already made arrangements to do that. But I can blow it off and spend the time with you instead.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, her face shining.

“I can write a note for your teachers, excusing you from classes that afternoon so you can, supposedly, work on a special project at the university library.”

“Ooh, I like it.”

“Then, what you need to do is pick up the city bus over on the corner, you know, at Oak Street?”

“Right.”

“I spent some time this morning checking the schedules. If you catch the 12:05 bus, you can be downtown at 12:30. There’s a stop at High Street. That’s where you have to get off, and I’ll pick you up there. Here, I’ve written it all down for you.”

“Wow,” she said, “it’s like secret agent stuff.”

“Sort of,” I smiled. “So, does it sound good?”

“I’ll say!”

I got up and came out from around the desk. She moved quickly to my side, hugging me. “Thank you, Ms., um, Ms. Driscoll. I’m really, really excited about it.”

She hugged me again and nearly kissed me, but pulled herself back at the last second. “Thank you so much for making all these plans!”

“You’re welcome, Tina. I’m looking forward to it too, very much.”

She clutched my arm and squealed like a little girl at Christmas or something.

“Okay, come on, stop,” I warned her, “someone might hear you.”

“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry. I’m just so, so excited.”

“Me too, but listen, there’s one more thing. Just because I’m getting you out of those classes on Wednesday afternoon doesn’t mean you don’t have to do the work. I want you to make sure to check with your teachers and do whatever assignments you’ll miss.”

“I will, I promise. I would do that anyway. I’m so conscientious it makes me sick.”

I grinned at her. “That’s a good fault to have.”

We were at the door. “So, I’ll see you next Wednesday,” I said. “And if you want to stop in before then and check with me and make sure everything is all set, that’s fine too, okay?”

“Perfect. But…”

“Yes?”

“Can I just kiss you, please, one more time before I go?”

I looked at her. How could I resist? I rolled my eyes and sighed, comically pretending to be exasperated. That made her giggle again.

“Okay,” I agreed. “But just once.”

Without saying anything else, Tina took my face in her hands, opened her mouth, and gave me a big wet kiss.

Then she stepped back, put up her hand in a cute little wave, saying, “Bye!” And she was out the door.

No one else had come into the office during the ten minutes we’d been inside, so that made me feel a little more secure. And I was quite happy with the plans I’d made for Tina and me. It would be much safer for us being far from the school.

I congratulated myself and went to the cafeteria to grab a quick lunch.

 

That night at home, the second I came in the door, Kerie was there to greet me. She threw her little arms around my neck and gave me a big wet kiss on the cheek, saying, “Mommy, Mommy, welcome home!”

“Oh, thank you, darling, that’s so sweet.” I disentangled myself from her just long enough to set down my purse and keys and slip off the sweater I was wearing over my dress, but then right away she was hugging me again, this time around the waist.

“Mommy, I’m so happy to see you! I miss you so much when you’re at work all day and I’m at school.”

We walked toward the living room, somewhat clumsily with her holding on to me so tight. As we sat down on the couch side by side, I said, “Well, I’m very happy to see you too, sweetheart. I’m always glad to get home and see my pretty girl.”

I held her at arm’s length, taking a good look at my beautiful 8-year-old daughter.

Kerie was wearing a short-sleeved white blouse that had pink flowers embroidered on the collar. She wore a frilly pink skirt that was extremely short, showing off her cute legs.

Peaking out from under the tiny skirt — which she’d had since she was 6 — I could see a triangle of white panties. On her feet were white sneakers, and in her shiny blonde hair a pink ribbon, tied in a slightly sloppy bow at the side.

“Don’t you just look adorable,” I told her. “My precious baby. You seem very happy today.”

“I am happy,” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist again and squeezing me energetically. “It’s Friday, so that means I get a whole weekend with you.”

I laughed, loving her affectionate nature, “Okay, darling girl. Since you’re all dressed up so pretty, how about if we go out to dinner tonight, somewhere nice. Would you like that?”

She looked up at me. “Can we go to Big Tony’s?”

“Well, I was thinking of someplace maybe a bit nicer than that, but if you want to go to Big Tony’s, sure, that’s fine.”

“Oh, goodie!” She hugged me again and I held her, stroking her warm back through the thin blouse.

“All right,” I said, “I just need to go to the toilet, touch up my makeup, and then we can go, okay?”

“But, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

She sat up, stroking my bare arms, and looked into my eyes. “After we get home later, will you show me how to masturbate?”

I frowned. This was the first time I’d heard her use that word. “Well, yes, honey, I… I suppose I could, but… where did you hear about masturbation?”

“From Melissa. Emily told Melissa her mom had a big talk with her, with Emily, I mean, about sex and masturbating. She said masturbating was a good way to have sex and get orgasms, ‘cuz it was just by yourself. And, um, she also told her about using a pill or something so you don’t get pregnant from sex and have a baby. Emily told Melissa she already knew about that, about the pill and stuff. And also masturbating. But her mom talked to her all about it anyway.”

“Okay. I guess that’s good.”

“But Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“You can’t get a baby from masturbating, can you?”

“No, sweetie, you can’t,” I chuckled. “Only from having sex with a man. Or a boy, if he’s old enough.”

Kerie looked relieved.

“I hope that Rose, um, Ms. Beddingdon, explained it all to Emily so she knows exactly how you can get pregnant and how you can’t — but I imagine it was just that Melissa got confused when she heard it from Emily,” I mused. “Anyway, if you’d like me to tell you about masturbation when we get home, yes, I’d be happy to do that.”

“And show me.”

“Okay, and show you, too.” I kissed her on the forehead. “Now let me just get ready so we can leave.”

 

The restaurant Kerie had asked to go to was about twenty minutes away. On our way there, she said, “You look pretty in your dress, Mommy.”

“Thank you sweetheart. You look awfully cute, too, in your little blouse and skirt.”

“I like looking nice for you, Mommy. I love it when you tell me you think I’m pretty.”

“Oh, honey, I do! I think you’re the prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen!”

She smiled sweetly at me. Then she asked, “Do you think other girls like looking at their mommies the way I do? They like how it feels?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, honey.”

“I mean, I like seeing how pretty you look when you get dressed up nice, you know, like you are now. It makes me feel kind of, um, happy inside. And I really love looking at you when you’re naked, too. That always makes me want to hug you and kiss you and stuff.”

I squeezed her hand and blew her a little kiss.

Kerie was quiet for a while after that, apparently thinking about things. She was holding a doll on her lap, one she liked to bring in the car when we went places.

Finally, she said, “Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I bet most girls think their mommies are pretty, right? Don’t they? If they are, I mean.”

“Well, yes…” I wondered where this was going.

“And I know you told me we can’t talk to people about the stuff we do ‘cuz they might think it was, like, bad or something. But it’s not bad to look at your mom and think she’s pretty and wanna kiss her, is it?”

“No, baby, of course that’s not bad.” I sighed. It was hard to explain.

“Lotsa girls are prob’ly like me.”

Kerie was so innocent about things. She would not even consider doing anything she knew was wrong. I’d almost never had to punish her as a child, or even scold her. She was always so good and sweet. I loved her dearly.

“I suppose there might be other girls,” I told her, “who look at their mommies and want to hug them and kiss them as much as you do. But, to be honest, honey, there are also a lot of girls and moms — and boys and dads, too — who don’t really like each other very much. Or at least they don’t act like they do.

“For some people, it’s a hard world. You and I are lucky that we care so much for each other, and that we can show our love so openly.”

As soon as I said ‘openly’, I realized it was not the right choice of words. Kerie and I certainly could not be open about the special ways we shared our love. But she didn’t seem to notice the contradiction.

“Okay,” she nodded, smiling happily and giving her doll a hug.

 

We had a nice time at dinner. Kerie loved the fried mozzarella appetizer at Big Tony’s, which was most of what she consumed that night. I felt guilty for letting my child eat something so obviously unhealthy, but then I thought, well, this is a special night just for us, so maybe it’s not that big a deal. However, I also resolved to include plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables in the meals I prepared for us.

Later, as we were driving home, I noticed she seemed pensive. It was unusual for her to be quiet for very long.

Finally I asked, “Sweetheart, are you all right? Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I’m okay.”

Silence again for a few minutes. Then, just as I was about to say something else, Kerie began, “Meliss—” and suddenly stopped.

After a moment, I asked, “What, honey? What about Melissa?”

“You’ll get mad.”

“No, I promise I won’t get mad.” I patted her knee. “Really I won’t. Just tell me what you were going to say.”

“Okay, well, um… at school today, Melissa told me she likes to look at her mom when she’s naked and stuff. She goes in the bathroom and waits while her mom is taking a shower. Then she watches her get out and dry off. And she watches her get dressed.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So I think prob’ly there are other girls like me who want to see their mommies naked and get in bed with them and play games like we do. Maybe lotsa girls.”

“Maybe you’re right, sweetie.”

It occurred to me then that Kerie was doing her best to reassure herself that she wasn’t a freak, and that what we did together was not as horrible or scandalous as I had made it seem. I resolved then — my second resolution of the night — that I would find ways to make her feel more comfortable with who she was and with the special relationship she and I had together.

And perhaps she was right after all. Maybe there really were lots of other girls and moms who shared their love and affection in sexual ways. If so, it would be nice to find that out. That made me ponder.

“Honey, you said a minute ago that Melissa was talking about how she likes to look at her mother naked. And before that, um, the other day when you told Melissa about our new game, she said she might want to try it out with her mom, or maybe her sister, right?”

Kerie nodded.

“So, maybe you’re right. It’s possible there are other girls, and other mommies, who do some of the kinds of things we do. Or who might like doing it if they were brave enough to try. Do you think?”

“Uh-huh.”

“In fact, you know what? Yesterday I met a mom with two beautiful daughters, one who’s 15 and the other 10. And now that you’ve got me thinking about this, I’m starting to wonder if maybe that little family would enjoy…”

“Really, Mommy? A lady with two daughters? Are you gonna tell ‘em about our game?”

“Well, I —”

“Except, um, I know you keep saying we can’t tell anyone else. Anybody except Melissa, ‘cuz I already told her, and I guess Aunt Jae, ‘cuz you told her.”

“Yes, but, it might be possible,” I began, “to kind of subtly inform someone, or to give them ideas, suggestions, without really telling them specifically what you and I do together.”

I was starting to become aroused as I pictured Valerie in bed with Becky and Tina, making love with them. Could I really figure out a way to turn that fantasy into reality?

“Could you, um, sudly inform Ms. Beddingdon about it too? So maybe then she would want to play the game with Melissa?” asked Kerie.

I smiled at my daughter and patted her on the knee again. “We’ll see. Maybe.”

Then we were turning into our driveway. We were home.

Kerie held my hand as we walked to the front door. “Mommy?” she said.

“Yes, darling?”

“Can I have Melissa come for a sleepover tomorrow night? Please?”

I turned the key in the lock. “Hmm, Melissa, huh? What kind of trouble will you two get into if I let her spend the night with us?”

“We won’t get in any trouble,” she assured me, then skipped on inside the house. Evidently she hadn’t caught my innuendo. And that was fine.

Most of the time Kerie acted like a normal little girl, a typical 8-year-old. It was only when we had our special private sessions together that she said and did things most kids her age would likely never even think of. Sometimes I had to remind myself how young she really was.

As I came into the living room, I found Kerie doing somersaults on the carpet, flashing her little white panties at me.

I watched my adorable child for a minute, then sat down in a chair and beckoned for her to come to me. I pulled her onto my lap.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” I said, “you can have Melissa come for a sleepover tomorrow night if her mom says it’s okay.”

“Yay!” she cried, flinging her arms around my neck and kissing me.

“But listen,” I took her by the wrists and put her hands down in her lap. I wanted to make sure she paid attention to what I was going to say.

“This is important. If Melissa comes over here to spend the night, there are two items we have to agree on. First, I’m going to want to have a talk with her about the things you told her about us, you know, about those games we play. I want to let her know, like I let you know, that we have to be careful about who we talk to about certain things. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And the second thing is, there are to be no secrets about what you two girls might be doing in your bedroom at night. All right? I understand if you are both curious about things and you want to fool around with each other, you know, playing little naked games and such. That’s fine. It’s normal, and I understand. But I also want you to be open with me, and to tell me what you do with her. No secrets. Got it?”

“Got it.”

Okay, good.” I kissed her quickly on the lips. “I’m going to go take my bath now, and while I’m doing that you can call Melissa and tell her to ask her mother if she can come for a sleepover.”

Kerie nodded eagerly. I got to my feet, letting her slide off my lap. As I began to walk toward the bedroom, I heard her call, “Mommy, don’t forget!”

“Don’t forget what, honey?”

“After your bath, you’re gonna show me how to masturbate, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.” I smiled and blew her a kiss.

Then I took off all my clothes, got in the tub, shaved my legs and pussy, and began to masturbate, as I did almost every night. But halfway through, I decided to stop.

If I was going to show my little girl how to masturbate, I wanted to save all the sexual energy I had so I could share it with her. This was going to be, I was certain, another night to remember forever.

I came into the bedroom naked, my skin warm and glowing from the hot bath water. Kerie was in bed, waiting for me. She was nude as well.

“What did Melissa’s mom say?”

“She said okay!”

“Good,” I smiled, as I slipped under the covers with her. “I’m sure you two will have lots of fun.”

“We will!”

“What do you want to have for dinner? Do you want me to make something special? Wait, I’ve got an idea — we can grill hamburgers in the backyard and eat dinner outside, okay? I’ll make french fries too if you want.”

“Yeah, awesome,” said Kerie as she snuggled up next to me. Her skin was as warm as mine was.

I hugged her and kissed her. “I love you so much, darling. You can’t imagine how much I love you.”

“Uh-huh, I can too. It’s the same as how much I love you.”

“That’s right,” I agreed, turning onto my back and pulling her hot little body on top of mine. I opened my legs and let her settle in between them. She laid her head between my breasts and we rested that way for a few minutes, feeling close and warm and content.

Then Kerie murmured, “Emily told Melissa that their mom said that she, um, that she masturbates a lot.”

She lifted her head and looked at me. “Do you masturbate a lot?”

“Well, yes, I guess I do. Pretty much every night in the bathtub after I get done shaving.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh. And I’d probably masturbate even more if I didn’t have so many, um, well, such a good time with you. But I do like how it feels when I rub myself. It’s nice.”

Kerie nodded, “Okay.”

I looked at her for a moment. Such a beautiful young girl. How did I ever get so lucky? I pulled my daughter close and kissed her lips.

She kissed me back. We shared several sweet kisses, and then she said, “Emily told Melissa you can tell when their mom is doing it, ‘cuz she goes in her room and closes the door and then you can hear the sounds.”

“What sounds?”

“Emily said her mom has a TV in the bedroom and she watches these movies. Um, Emily said they’re lesbian movies, you know, with ladies kissing each other and stuff?”

“Yes, I know about those kinds of movies.” I smiled at her.

“And Emily told Melissa that you could listen outside her door, her mom’s door, and you could hear the ladies in the movies, and then you could hear her mom, too. She said her mom was really loud sometimes.”

“Wow, that’s… interesting…” I pictured cute, wholesome-looking Rose watching lesbian porn and fucking herself wildly.

Then something occurred to me. “Do you, I mean, can you ever hear me, when I’m in the bathroom, you know, taking a bath and, uh, masturbating? Can you hear me, when I, um, when I have an orgasm?”

“No. I didn’t even know what masturbating was until Melissa told me about it today.”

“Oh, okay. Well, what would you like to know about it?”

“Show me how you do it. And then teach me how, so I can do it too.”

“I can try, sweetie, but I can’t promise about the results. Sometimes it’s hard when you’re young to, well, to get yourself all the way to a climax.”

“But we can try, right?” she asked.

I smiled. “Yes, baby, we can try.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” said my daughter, giving me another kiss on the lips. “You’re the best mommy in the whole world.”

“Well, thank you, darling. And you’re the best little girl too.”

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Close-Ups: Images of Desire, Chapter 2

  • Posted on September 5, 2016 at 11:55 am

By JetBoy (with babykeiko)

The story thus far: Nine-year-old model Linnie is doing an intimate, after-hours session in the studio of professional photographer Alexandra, known to all as Alex. For the first time, their shoot is also attended by Linnie’s lesbian mother Yukio, who has a serious but unspoken crush on Alex. Yukio gets increasingly turned on by Alex as the session proceeds… but is also surprised (and dismayed) to find herself feeling aroused by the sight of her scantily-clad daughter. She does her best to fight these feelings, trying to center her attention on Alex.

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Taking a deep breath, Yukio directed her attention to the full, braless breasts of the photographer, imagining those huge nipples stiffening as she licked them.

Beneath the bright lights, Linnie was enjoying those lovely, dreamy feelings again, that growing feeling of ticklish warmth in the core of her tummy. And somehow, the presence of her mother made those feelings seem even nicer. The beautiful eight-year-old had never heard the word “exhibitionist” before; indeed, didn’t even know there was such a word — but Linnie knew how much she liked having Alex look at her when she was nearly naked. Now the child realized that being on display for Mummy was every bit as exciting.

Alex moved to reposition Linnie, this time laying the little girl on her tummy. Then she lightly tugged at the ties to the spaghetti straps on Linnie’s shoulders, undoing them both. Stepping back to her camera, Alex squeezed off a dozen shots before returning to the prone girl. She guided Linnie up into a sitting position, and the gauzy top fell off.

Though she had seen her daughter nude many times before, this time Yukio was left breathless at the sight of Linnie’s boyish upper half, how utterly flawless it was — the dancer-like elegance of the child’s body, the warm golden hue of her skin, the tiny but visibly erect nipples, a promising signpost of the day when Linnie would ripen into puberty.

More photos were taken. Suddenly Alex paused in her work, reaching down to grasp the bottom of the t-shirt she wore before tugging the thin garment over her head in a single motion, revealing tufts of soft blonde hair under her arms for a brief instant before carelessly casting the shirt aside. “Just so you’re not the only one without a top,” Alex murmured as she smiled at the half-naked little girl, a slight huskiness to her voice.

Yukio’s heart smashed against her ribcage as the now topless photographer approached Linnie again, her slightly drooping breasts jiggling with every step she took, each movement she made. She glanced at her daughter — then froze, nearly gasping out loud at the expression on the child’s face. Linnie was staring openly at Alex’s naked upper half, lips slightly parted, utterly mesmerized, a soft red coloring the golden tone of her cheeks.

Yukio’s head swam as she saw her own desires clearly mirrored in the face of her underage daughter. She’d never given much thought to Linnie’s sexuality before, but now she wondered: Could my little girl have a crush on Alex…?

Amazingly enough, the idea of her child feeling a sexual attraction for a woman only intensified her own arousal. Her panties were becoming wet, and the core of Yukio’s sex throbbed and burned like a roaring furnace. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, telling herself: Stop thinking about her like this! She’s your daughter, she’s only eight, it’s wrong.

Alex carefully paced in a circle around Linnie, studying the child as if deciding how to pose her next, all the while giving Yukio a good look at her breasts, which bobbed enticingly with each step she took. A quick glance at her daughter made it clear that Linnie was watching them, too.

Suddenly kneeling before the child, Alex reached out to pull on the bow string of Linnie’s bikini underpants. It came undone, and the woman slowly, slowly pulled them away, fully revealing the bare beauty of the little girl’s vulva.

Linnie felt as if she were floating. It felt so good, so wonderful to be undressed… completely naked, every bit of her body revealed the way she’d wanted it to be, letting Miss Alex see everything she had.

And there was her mommy, just a few feet away, gazing at her in a way that made Linnie shiver. Miss Alex thinks I’m pretty with my clothes off, she happily told herself. And so does Mommy.

Alex reached out to touch Linnie’s cheek. “You are the loveliest creature, little one… absolutely perfect.”

Linnie blushed, gazing up at her bare-breasted friend with adoring eyes. Alex smiled back, then became the seasoned professional again, carefully positioning the body of her young model. She straightened one leg until it extended out before the sitting child, leaving the other bent at the knee, Linnie’s right buttock barely touching her heel. Lifting the girl’s right arm, Alex placed Linnie’s hand upon the back of her neck, leaving her elbow raised at a sharp angle.

Stepping away, she studied her work — then nodding in approval, moved to her camera.

Yukio’s heart continued to thrum rapidly, both hands tangled tightly in her lap. She hardly knew where to look. On one hand, Alex’s womanly body made her ache inside, especially those large, slightly drooping breasts, capped by huge, downward-pointing nipples that cried out to be sucked. But then there was her nude daughter, transformed by some strange magic into a sexy nymphet — her legs wide apart, the view of Linnie’s sex affecting Yukio as it never had before.

And Linnie saw her looking, yet not only was the little girl unfazed by her mother’s attention, she seemed to welcome it; posing proudly, completely unashamed of her own nakedness.

She wants me to see her, Yukio realized with a start.

She stared intently at the hairless, thickly lipped slit. Was it her imagination, or was her daughter’s vagina glistening slightly? Was Linnie sexually aroused? Was Alex?

Her eyes shifted from the woman to the child, the child to the woman… and Yukio found herself unable to say which of the two excited her most. She was certain, though, of which of them should not be making her feel this way, should not be stirring these lovely warm feelings below her belly…

At the camera, Alex ran through more than twenty shots, then straightened herself to gaze thoughtfully at Linnie, absently stroking her chin. Suddenly turning to the girl’s mother, she said, “Miss Shimizu…”

Startled and crashing out of her reverie, Yukio gaped at Alex. “Y-yes?” Unable to help herself, she stole yet another quick glance at Alex’s bare breasts, then blushed hotly at the amused glint she saw in the older woman’s eyes, embarrassed to have been caught looking.

Alex smiled gently. “I, um, wanted to take some shots of a mother with her daughter…and it would be very helpful to me if you posed for a little while with Linnie.”

Yukio gaped at the half-naked woman. “I d-don’t know…” she stammered.

“You can do it,” soothed Alex. “Don’t be shy. You have a lovely body… and I know that you and Linnie will be beautiful together.” She tapped her camera. “No one will ever see these photos, you have my word on that. They’re for my private files — and for you, of course.”

The blood roared in Yukio’s veins as the true meaning of Alex’s words hit home, and she realized what the photographer was asking her to do. You have a lovely body. As casually as that!

She glanced at her daughter, a shiver racing through her body when she saw Linnie nod eagerly, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Yes, Mummy!” the child cried. “Come and pose with me!”

Yukio stared up at Alex again. Every atom of common sense she possessed told her to refuse. And yet… she was in love with this woman. How many times since meeting Alex had she masturbated, imagining herself in bed with her, buried beneath the weight of this luscious Amazon, being kissed by her until she could scarcely breathe?

You have a lovely body. Could she really say no, deny Alex what she wanted? And isn’t this what I want, too? Yukio asked herself.

“It would mean a lot if you could do this,” Alex softly said, her gaze calm and even. “I’d be… very grateful.” Her hand rested for a heartbeat on Yukio’s upper arm. So warm…

It was all too much to consider. Best to simply give in, to do as she had as a timid girl of twelve when Sophie first kissed her, and joyfully submit to the will of the stronger woman. After all, Alex’s strength was one of the qualities she loved most.

Legs trembling, Yukio removed her shoes, then slowly stood, taking a deep, calming breath. Then she reached for the top button of her blouse.

Slowly, methodically, she unfastened each one, finally opening the garment and shrugging it from her shoulders to reveal a small black bra. Too nervous to meet Alex’s gaze, Yukio carefully folded her blouse, then placed it on the sofa she’d just vacated. Undoing the hook of her skirt, she slid the dark material down the length of her legs to her ankles, carefully stepping from it.

Now dressed only in her bra, matching panties and knee-high stockings, Yukio paused to steady her nerves, then reached behind, biting her lower lip as she unfastened the bra. Her hands were clumsy, and it took a couple of tries to get the small clasp undone, but after a few seconds she allowed the lace cups to fall away, revealing her breasts. They were very small, but exquisite. She had been nearly flat-chested for most of her life, but pregnancy had bestowed her with A-cups. A gift from my daughter, she called them.

Struggling with her instinctive shyness, Yukio forced herself to lower both arms rather than fold them over her chest. It was nearly as difficult for her to raise her eyes to meet those of the half-nude Alex, but she somehow managed the task, a new surge of desire coursing through her belly as she read the hunger and lust that was written on the photographer’s face. Now Yukio knew for certain that Alex wanted her.

Turning slightly to look at her daughter, Yukio’s arousal redoubled itself when she spied the awe in Linnie’s wide-open eyes. The girl was hugging herself tightly, seeming for all the world as if she were living out her most wondrous dream.

And at that moment, despite her reservations about these strange feelings she was having for her little girl, Yukio saw no good reason why Linnie shouldn’t see everything.

Moving back to the couch, she propped one foot on the seat’s edge, rolling the stocking down and off, then repeating the process with her other leg. She moved slowly, steeling herself for what she would be taking off next. Dropping both stockings beside her shoes, she took a deep breath before turning back to her audience.

Gripping the waistband of her jet-black panties, the petite woman closed her eyes for an instant before sliding them down her hips, over her legs and to the floor in one swift motion, fearful that she might not follow through on her intention to undress completely if she were to hesitate, even for a second.

Straightening herself, Yukio carefully stepped from the discarded underthings and stood utterly still, displaying herself to Linnie and Alex.

Linnie’s heart pounded so hard that it echoed in her ears, the eight-year-old quivering inside at the sight of her beautiful mother without any clothes on. It was something she’d never, ever imagined getting to see for herself. Mummy had always been very private about her own body, wearing nothing more revealing than a knee-length bathrobe around the apartment. And ever since Linnie had begun to notice how nice the sight of pretty women made her feel deep inside, she’d ached to see more of Mummy, much more.

And now Mummy was naked, standing just a few feet away, letting her and Alex look at… at everything!

The child’s eyes drank in every part of her mother’s body, wanting to remember it all in case this magical moment never happened again.

She’s so beautiful, an enchanted Linnie mused. Hope I’m pretty as she is when I grow up.

She studied Mummy’s boobies. They were much, much smaller than Alex’s, but somehow just right for her size; capped with deep brown nipples that made the little girl think of chocolate.

That’s how I got milk from Mummy, Linnie told herself, trying to remember what it was like to be nestled in those gentle arms, her mouth fastened to a warm breast.

Her mother’s arms and legs were slender and elegant, shoulders delicately sculpted, the tummy soft and welcoming. She was lovely all over, but Linnie found her gaze especially drawn to Mummy’s kitty — that special, secret place that every girl and woman had between their legs.

She knew that women had hair down there, at least most of them did — but she’d never seen such a thing  for real, not until now. Mummy’s dark triangle seemed incredibly soft, and Linnie found herself longing to touch it, to know what it felt like. Wonder if she’d let me? the child asked herself. The very thought made her shiver.

Yukio’s eyes widened slightly as Alex took a step toward her. Is she going to seduce me in front of my daughter? she wondered. And… and how would I react if she did? She hadn’t thought things out as far as this — the possibility of her eight-year-old watching as she had sex with a woman. Oddly enough, the idea seemed mysteriously alluring.

But the photographer only walked around Yukio in a circle, studying her naked body, appraising it. Yukio forced herself to remain motionless — letting Alex take a good look, quivering inside as she waited for something, anything to happen, half-eager, half-terrified. Alex kept both hands to herself, though.

Little Linnie gazed eagerly at her mummy and Alex, both undressed and so close together — a sight that put some very interesting ideas into her head.

She knew that Mummy liked women instead of men. Nearly a year ago, Yukio had sat down with her child to explain that she was a lesbian, and what that word meant. She told Linnie that she would like to bring girlfriends home once in awhile, and asked if that was all right.

Rather than become upset, as Yukio had feared, Linnie had been elated. At her age she didn’t care at all for boys, generally finding them a childish nuisance. The knowledge that women could be with each other was a wondrous revelation to her.

Then and there, Linnie decided that she too would be a lesbian when she grew up, but she’d been too bashful to tell Mummy that.

When Yukio had explained her sexual preference to Linnie, she’d told her daughter all about how women who were attracted to one another would “make love.” Linnie had heard that expression before, but the way Mummy said it made those words come alive in the child’s imagination.

That night, Linnie lay in bed hugging a pillow, picturing her mother with her clothes off, in bed and cuddling with another pretty lady. Then she began to think about her own future, dreaming of the day when she’d be old enough to have a girlfriend.

In her mind’s eye Linnie saw an older, shapelier version of herself, hugging a teenage girl with long blonde hair. Their eyes would meet for a moment before they kissed, pressing their mouths together the way men and women did it on television.

It was a vision that left Linnie warm all over, one that she would find herself returning to again and again in the nights to come.

Since then, the eight-year-old often felt a secret, delicious thrill at the sight of beautiful women, in photos and in real life. Now, Linnie experienced a heated rush of excitement as she watched Alex, wearing only panties, closely observing her naked mother.

What if Miss Alex and Mummy became lovers? she pondered. That thought was so wonderful that she wanted to hold it, hug it close.

Yukio stood stock-still, quaking inside and not wanting it to show as she felt the eyes of Alex upon her. She ached for the touch of the photographer, now standing close enough for Yukio to sense her body heat, to breathe in the perfume of her skin. Oh, Alex, she silently pleaded, do something… don’t just make me stand here like this.

Lost in her thoughts, Yukio started when Alex finally spoke. “You’re very beautiful, Miss Shimizu,” the older woman murmured, still feasting her eyes on Yukio’s nudity. “Even more so than I imagined.” Alex’s voice was low and sensual, the purr of a contented cat. “Like a teenage beauty, so elegant and petite… utterly flawless.”

“Th-thank you,” stammered Yukio, her heart racing as, once again, she waited for Alex to make a move — a kiss on the cheek, a hand on her shoulder, anything.

Instead, the photographer said, now sounding completely matter-of-fact, “Well, then… why don’t you go sit on the bed with Linnie?”

Yukio’s gaze shifted from Alex to her daughter, somehow knowing what she would see. Sure enough, little Linnie was practically bouncing in anticipation, the bed jiggling along with her nodding head.

Yukio felt her heart swell with a surge of adoration for her beautiful child. Then she was moving, placing one foot in front of another, padding over where a very naked Linnie waited. With each step, Yukio was conscious of the growing warmth and wetness between her thighs.

She carefully climbed onto the bed, seating herself in a lotus position beside her daughter, who immediately threw both arms around her, hugging Yukio tightly as she squirmed into her mother’s lap. “Mummy… oh, Mummy,” whispered Linnie, “I like you posing with me.”

The lighting suddenly dimmed, and a startled Yukio glanced up to see Alex moving away from one of the large lamps. Noting Yukio’s stare, the photographer grinned. “I thought we’d go with more intimate lighting for these shots.”

Yukio turned back to her daughter. God, I’m on fire, she thought, knowing that her passion was made even stronger by the softness and warmth of the little girl’s body, now pressed enticingly against hers. I really shouldn’t feel this way, the young mother told herself, even as her arms encircled Linnie’s bare body. It’s wrong to be so, so stimulated by my own child… by this whole situation. Isn’t it?

She knew that her hunger for Alex was what had her so keyed-up and confused. But in some weird way, Linnie was also awakening a longing that lurked deep within Yukio’s soul. Only occasionally had she found herself attracted to very young girls, and she’d never felt that way about her daughter. But now she was seeing something in Linnie that she never had before. The way she looked at me when I was standing there naked… Once again, she wondered if her eight-year-old could be a budding lesbian.

Now Linnie was straddling her thigh, and Yukio shivered as the child’s warm, dewy slit pressed against her skin. She felt a panicky impulse to pull away from her daughter, seize her clothes and bolt from the room. I can’t think these things about Linnie, she told herself. I can’t, I can’t!

Still, Yukio remained where she was, cuddling her nude little girl, resisting a sudden, crazy desire to slide her hands down Linnie’s body and caress that flawless bottom.

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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 46

  • Posted on September 3, 2016 at 2:18 pm

News and A Daring Seduction Attempt

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

The next morning was Saturday, so I didn’t have to work. We had made arrangements for Erin to spend the night tonight and my mom would bring her home tomorrow evening after we had supper, so she would be staying the entire afternoon today until tomorrow night. That would allow for a lot of sex. Jenna was anxious for her to get here, but so were the adults in our house — Mom, Aunt Emmy, and my former teacher, Danni, who was my Aunt Emmy’s life partner now.

I woke up to find Jenna reading one of the erotic novels Mom bought for us. This was one of her favorites called Serendipity about these families who meet by accident while on a vacation at the beach in San Diego. It was a very long novel, which is rare for books like these, and Jenna loved it (not to mention yours truly). There was a lot of hot sex between family members (all female, of course) and the different families.

I lay there quietly watching my little sister and my heart literally ached with love for her. She wasn’t my real sister, of course, but that didn’t matter. We were sisters in spirit and loved each other like sisters, and that was all that mattered to us. In fact, we actually loved each other a lot more than most sisters do since we were also lovers who shared the same bed. I love my life!

I watched as Jenna absorbed the pages like the world’s best sponge absorbs water. She was so engrossed in the story that she didn’t notice that I was awake. Her hand, of course, was rubbing her mound as she read. Periodically, the hand would dart up from below the covers when she finished a page, turn the page, and shoot back down her tummy to her pussy where it would continue its pleasurable work.

I could tell she was getting close. I tried to read enough to see where she was in the story, but the story is often broken into small scenes that flip from one to the other. I noticed that this part involved the woman Eve, who had been seduced into trying incest with her daughters. It was the scene where Eve and her daughters have sex for the first time. I remembered getting off to that scene as well.

Suddenly, Jenna’s body began to tense as the orgasm approached. Then she was moaning softly. humping her hand as quietly and gently as she could, apparently trying not to wake me.

When she was finished coming, she lay there a moment and licked her hand clean of the tasty fluids that her pussy produced, seemingly by the gallon now that she’d reached puberty. I decided it was time to announce myself.

“That was beautiful,” I said, grinning as she turned my way and grinned back.

“Sorry, I was trying not to wake you.”

“I know,” I said, my voice thick with emotion, which surprised me as much as it did Jenna.

“Why are you crying?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

So like her, I thought. “I just love you, that’s all,” I said, still smiling at my little sister as a tear tumbled out of the corner of my eye and drew a wet streak toward my ear.

This, of course, made her tear up. She turned her body toward me and snuggled against me, hugging me and saying, “I love you, too!”

We lay there kissing for a while. She wanted to know if I needed her to ‘do anything’ for me. I told her that wasn’t necessary because I wanted to hold off til that afternoon when Erin got here.

She grinned at me as she recalled her new friend was coming over.

“Her pussy tastes so sweet, doesn’t it?” she asked, recalling their sexual adventures from the day before.

“Yeah, it does,” I answered. “She’s gonna be raw by the time she goes home tomorrow night.”

Jenna laughed. “We will be too, you know!”

While we were lying there, she had moved her hand to my mound and started softly rubbing me. I could hear the wetness as she smeared it around with her fingers.

“If you don’t stop that, I won’t be able to wait til Erin arrives,” I said.

“I know,” she replied, giving me a harder squeeze that intensified the wonderful feelings her fingers were giving me.

I giggled as I tried to move her hand from my pussy, and soon we were wrestling around on the bed as she tried to masturbate me and I tried to prevent it. I certainly didn’t care if she ‘won’ or not. In fact I planned eventually to let her have her way. It was just fun roughhousing with her as we laughed and struggled with each other.

Just as things were getting interesting, Mom opened our door and just stood there for a moment, looking as if she’d seen a ghost. The sight of her looking like that stopped our horseplay immediately. She’d obviously gotten a shock and had come to share whatever the news was with us.

“What is it?” I asked her, worry furrowing my brow as well as Jenna’s.

“You both need to sit down,” she began. I looked at Jenna with an obvious ‘uh-oh’ on my face. This was serious because it was as if she hadn’t noticed we were already in the bed and wouldn’t need to sit.

“Mom? Is everything okay? We’re… um… we’re already lying in bed,” I said, truly worried now.

“Huh?” she looked at me.

“Mommy, you’re scaring us,” Jenna said. She only called her ‘Mommy’ when she was not feeling good or was frightened. I was frightened, too.

“I’m sorry, baby. Actually, it’s good news… I think…. It’s just so… unexpected.”

“What is it?” I asked again.

“Did you hear the phone ring?” she asked.

My sister and I looked at each other to verify neither of us heard it. “No,” I said.

“It was… well, it was Gwen.”

We hadn’t seen Gwen since she was literally forced to drop our search for Cindy. Was this about Gwen? Was it about Cindy, Jenna’s real mother? Was she dead?! Then I remembered what my mom had said, that it was good news… she thought.

Jenna was instantly up on her knees, as if pleading with my mom and praying at the same time. “What is it?! Is it about my mom?!” she asked, begging for an answer.

Mom sat down on the side of the bed and said, “Yes, it is. It’s about your mom.”

“What?” Jenna begged again.

“Gwen has been continuing with the case on her own time,” Mom said. “She has been working secretly on it for the past three years. She knows where she is.”

We sat there in silence for a moment while that news sank in. Then my mom mused, more to herself than to us, “She was taking such a chance doing that.”

“Where?!” Jenna and I asked simultaneously, both of us eager to know.

“She’s in Colombia, South America. Near Bogota.”

My hopes sank. I was hoping she was in a nearby city or even another state. But South America? Mom might as well have said she was on the dark side of the moon. I could see the same disappointment in Jenna’s face.

“That far away?” Jenna said, tears already filling her voice.

“Don’t worry,” Mom said, seeming to wake from her daze when she saw Jenna starting to cry. “We’ll get her, I promise.”

“But that’s so far away,” I said. “How are we going to get her out of another country? Another continent, even?”

“We have more information, honey,” Mom said. “We also have a phone number where we might be able to reach her.”

Jenna’s eyes grew big and she started to scramble off the bed. “Then let’s call her!” she said, but my mother reached out and stopped her before she made what would obviously be a mad dash to the phone.

“It’s not that easy, baby. The number belongs to the chauffeur of the man who’s holding your mom. Getting in touch with him could be tricky. He’s a friend of your mom’s, apparently, but he can’t let on that it’s us calling when we do. Gwen is going to do the calling first to see if there’s a time when he can talk freely.”

Jenna looked numb for a second. Then she started to smile.

“Then there’s a chance I might talk to my mom soon?” she asked.

“Yes, baby. There’s a very real chance you will. Gwen is going to find out more and let us know. The biggest thing will be trying to get your mom out of there without anyone getting hurt.”

For the first time, I realized that the hoped-for escape was very serious business, and that if Cindy tried to get away and was caught she might be killed. I could tell from the look on her face that Jenna knew this as well.

“When do you think I’ll be able to talk to my mom?” was all she asked.

“Soon, baby. Very soon. Gwen is supposed to call me again tonight and let me know what she’s learned, if anything, about that.”

I sat back on my heels and looked at Jenna, who turned to me and burst into tears that were tears of both joy and sadness. She lunged into my arms and I held her, with Mom joining us on the bed.

The playtime was forgotten, and we remained in our bed long after mom left the room. I just held my baby sister and cooed words of love and encouragement to her.

********

When Erin arrived, her mom came inside with her to meet Mom, Aunt Emmy, and Danni. Ms. Hartley showed no signs of recognizing my mom, so I felt things were pretty safe she hadn’t seen her in a movie before. I was rather relieved about that. I didn’t want to lose this great job if she did recognize her and decide she didn’t want a porn star’s daughter watching Erin.

Of course, Erin stared the entire time, mesmerized that she was actually meeting the woman she’d seen in the movie I’d brought to her house and even let her keep overnight.

Upon entering, Ms. Hartley held out her hand to Mom. “Hello, there. I’m glad to finally meet you. Cheryl’s quite a godsend.”

“Please, come into the living room, Ms. Hartley,” Mom said. “We can talk a bit and get to know each other.”

“We don’t need to be so formal. Just call me Peyton,” Ms. Hartley said.

“Fine. And I’m Kayleigh. This is my sister, Emily, and her friend, Danni,” Mom said, indicating each as she mentioned their names.

We all went to the living room and sat down. As the adults chatted, Aunt Emmy and Danni sat together on the loveseat holding hands. I could see Ms. Hartley got the point right away. I was not aware of any prejudices my employer had in that regard, and she didn’t seem to mind. I would find out more of what she thought of this situation later.

Finally, Ms. Hartley got up to leave and gave Erin a small kiss on the cheek as she did, saying, “Mind your manners, now.”

Erin assured her she would be “as nice to them as they are to me.” I had to smile at her choice of words, which were obviously more for our benefit than her mom’s.

As she was walking out, Ms. Hartley called me aside, asking me to accompany her to her car. I felt my heart begin pounding as I wondered what she wanted to talk to me about. Had she found the movie I’d lent Erin overnight? Had she found some other incriminating evidence? Was she upset that my aunt was openly a lesbian in front of her daughter?

But none of those were what she wanted to discuss at all, of course. As we walked to her car, she said, “I just want to thank you for all you’ve done for Erin. She seems to be a completely different girl. She’s even become very helpful around the house when you’re not there and so attentive to my needs. Just this morning she came into my bathroom while I was soaking in the tub and asked if she could wash my back.”

I swallowed hard, hoping Ms. Hartley didn’t notice. I knew where that came from. She knew I had sex with my own mother, and she was entertaining the idea of what if she had sex with her mom. She had even asked about it once, and I’d told her it wasn’t a good idea.

Ms. Hartley continued since my throat was too tight to respond yet. “I don’t know how you managed to turn loathing into a little girl crush in just a few days, but you did,” she said. Her smile would have lit the entire street if it were dark, she was so happy with the outcome.

I could tell she was wanting to know my secret for changing Erin from what she was into what she’d become. I couldn’t tell her the truth, of course, so I said, “I just showed her that I was a reasonable person and I wasn’t there to get her in trouble by telling on her all the time. I was there to teach her how to have fun without getting into trouble.”

Every word I said to Ms. Hartley was 100% true; it just lacked the details. And as they say, ‘the devil is in the details.’ Fortunately, she didn’t ask for any.

Instead, she leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek before getting into her car and starting it. Before pulling away, though, she said, “I just wanted you to know how pleased I am. Whatever you’ve been doing to elicit this change, just keep doing it.”

I smiled at that and said, “Don’t worry. I will.” I waved to her as she drove off and went back inside.

“Well, let’s get something to drink,” Aunt Emmy suggested. “Then we can see if there’s anything else here we’d like to taste,” she added with a wink.

We went to the kitchen, and Danni served cokes to those too young to drink and wine to Mom, Danni, and herself. We sat there drinking and chatting, the adults in one conversation, the rest of us in another.

Erin asked what her mom wanted to talk to me about and I told her. She got a kick out of her mom’s final instructions to “keep doing” what I was doing that had caused Erin to change.

“So what’s this about you volunteering to wash your mom’s back?” I asked, indicating I might not be happy about that.

“What’s wrong with that?” Erin wanted to know. “You have sex with your mom.”

I knew that had been her thinking.

“I told you. There’s a difference,” I said. “My mom was an active participant in showing me how to have sex. It was her idea.”

“So?” Erin said.

“If you make a pass at your mom — if you give any sort of hint you want to have sex with her — she’ll wonder where you got an idea like that. Since I’m the biggest change in your life, she will naturally wonder what we’ve been up to while she’s at work.”

“She won’t know!” Erin protested.

I turned to Jenna, who was not listening that closely, if at all. Her eyes had a far-away quality and I could tell she was thinking about her mom more than anything else.

“Jenna?” I asked.

“Huh?” she uttered, focusing on what was going on around her.

I was happy to distract her with this conversation. “What do you think? Do you believe Ms. Hartley might get ideas about what’s going on at her house when she’s not there if Erin makes a pass at her?”

Jenna looked at Erin as if she’d just sprouted another nose. “What?!” she said.

“Well you two do it,” Erin protested.

“Yeah, but we weren’t the ones to start something,” Jenna said, echoing what I’d said earlier when she’d not been listening, thus giving it more weight.

“Well, that sucks,” Erin said, pouting.

I smiled at her and said, “Yeah, and so do I.”

She smiled back, but I could tell she didn’t want to. I couldn’t blame her, really. Her mother was very attractive with a sexy figure. It wasn’t a model’s figure or anything like that. She could lose a few inches at her tummy, but I wouldn’t turn her down if she offered to start something with me. But I could tell she wasn’t into sex with girls, much less teenage girls. I told Erin this in the hope that she would give up trying to seduce her mom.

“Anyway, your mom isn’t into sex with girls,” I said.

“How do you know?” Erin asked.

“I can just tell,” I said. “She doesn’t look at me as if she’s wondering what I look like naked or anything. She didn’t check out my mom like that either. Believe me, every time a woman I know has been open to sex with another woman, they checked out my mom when they met her. I could see your mom understood my mom is very pretty and sexy, but she didn’t have that look when she saw her.”

“Are you sure?” Erin said. “There was that woman you told me about at your mom’s work?” she recalled. “She didn’t know she’d like to have sex with you until you tricked her.”

“Yes, but she already enjoyed sex with women. She just didn’t know she’d enjoy it with little girls.”

“I bet if I could get my mom naked and blindfolded and get my mouth on her pussy she’d like it,” Erin said.

“Maybe so, but you shouldn’t even try that,” I said.

“Try what?” Mom asked, catching the last bit of our conversation.

I told Mom what Erin was thinking.

“Oh, my, no!” Mom said. “Your mom is completely heterosexual.”

I’m not sure why Erin would listen to my mom and not to me, but she finally agreed with what we were telling her. I guess it’s because I’m fifteen and my mom is an adult.

“Okay,” she said. “I guess you’re right. But we can start playing, can’t we?” Suddenly, she was all smiles.

“Definitely,” Mom said. “Let’s go to the play room.”

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Secrets, Chapter 6

  • Posted on September 1, 2016 at 2:50 pm

By Naughty Mommy

“Hi, mom!” the teenager called, as she led me back through the large house toward the kitchen. Something was cooking, and it smelled mouthwatering.

Tina’s mother, Valerie, was stunning. Although she was older than I was, in her early forties, I guessed, she had a terrific figure. Either she worked out a lot or she’d been blessed with great genes.

And speaking of great jeans, she was wearing an extremely tight-fitting pair that hugged her long, shapely legs. She had an apron around her waist, and wore a deeply cut v-neck sweater that revealed ample cleavage. She was barefoot, her skin nicely tanned, toenails painted bright red. In my high heels, I was looking down at her slightly, but I judged that with my shoes off, she would be taller than me.

Like her daughter, Valerie was a brunette, but her eyes were hazel, not blue. Her shoulder-length hair was curly, perhaps from a permanent. Her face was perfectly made up, emphasizing her high cheek bones, wide mouth, and full lips. No wonder Tina was so lovely, I thought. Just look at her mom!

As Tina introduced me to her, Valerie showed a dazzling smile and then shook my hand warmly. “How nice meeting you,” she enthused.

“Ms. Driscoll was helping me this afternoon with a special research project at the university library,” Tina informed her mother, “and then she offered to give me a ride home.”

“Wasn’t that sweet of her,” said Valerie, squeezing my arm in thanks. She untied her apron and tossed it on the big island table in the center of the modern kitchen.

“Won’t you come in and sit down?” she insisted, as she guided me back to the living room and put me in a chair. “Can I get you something to drink? A glass of wine, perhaps? I’ve got the most delicious sparkling Rosé.”

“No, thank you, that’s very kind of you to offer, but I really must be going.” I looked at my watch.

“Where’s Becky?” Tina asked.

“She’s up in her room, doing her homework,” answered her mother.

“I’ll go get her.”

I watched Tina trot up the stairs, her short pleated skirt flipping up, sexy legs enticing me.

“Can you stay for dinner?” asked Valerie, as she sat in another chair, close to me, crossing her legs. “There’s plenty of food, and if you’ll pardon my bragging, I’m an excellent cook.”

“I’m sure you are,” I smiled. “It certainly smells delicious. But really, I have to get home to my own daughter and fix dinner for her.”

“Oh, you have a child? But you’re still so young. She must be just a baby.”

“No, she’s, she’s 8. I had her when I was very young.”

“Okay. But listen, even if it’s not tonight, we’d love to have you and your little girl come and see us soon. What’s her name?”

“Kerie.”

“Kerie. Oh, that’s sweet. Is she as pretty as you?”

“Well, I think so,” I said. “I think she’s beautiful, but of course I’m prejudiced.”

“No doubt she’s a darling. Anyway, we really must have you and Kerie as our guests for dinner one night. I could tell by the way Tina was looking at you that she just adores you. I’m sure you’re a wonderful teacher.”

“Actually, I’m not a teacher. I’m the registrar, sort of a secretary, but I sometimes help certain students with advanced projects.” The lie was making me uncomfortable, but Valerie didn’t seem to notice.

“How nice.”

Tina came down the stairs, with a blonde angel following behind.

The little girl was wearing a blue and white gingham dress with puffed sleeves and a white ribbon around the middle that tied in a bow at the back. The dress was very short on her. It looked about two sizes too small. She wore opaque white tights with no shoes. Her legs were quite long for her body, and perfectly shaped. I could see breast buds pushing through the thin material of the dress.

“Becky, this is Ms. Driscoll,” said Tina. “She’s my favorite, um, at the school.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” said Becky, politely, as she stood in front of me.

The child’s skin was fair, her cheeks were rosy, her lips full and pink, like her sister’s, and she had big blue eyes with long eyelashes. She looked like a doll in a catalog.

Tina was studying my face, looking for my reaction. I gave her a sly wink, then said, “It’s nice meeting you too, Becky. What a beautiful girl you are.”

“Thank you.”

“What grade are you in?”

“Fifth.”

“And do you like school?”

“It’s all right.”

“Do you get good grades?”

“She does, all A’s, every time,” said her mother, proudly.

“Mom…” Becky frowned at her.

I wanted to keep talking to the adorable child — actually, what I wanted was to do more that just talk to her — but it was time for me to go.

“Well,” I said, standing up. “I have to run now, but I would like to see you again soon, Becky, and Valerie. And Tina, I’ll see you tomorrow at school, of course.”

I realized then that she and I had not yet made a date to continue our intimate conversation and to see what else it might lead to, so I added, “Tina, why don’t you come by my office tomorrow around noon, and we can talk some more about that research project, okay?”

“Okay, Ms. Driscoll. Thank you. And thanks for the ride home.”

“You’re welcome.”

Valerie took my hand, clasping it warmly in both of hers. “It’s so nice of you to help my daughter with her schoolwork. I hope you know how much we appreciate it.”

Now I really was feeling guilty about the lie. If she only knew!

“And I’m serious about having you and your daughter over for dinner one night,” she continued. “I won’t let you say no. You can arrange it with Tina. Any day is fine with us.”

“Okay, I will,” I promised, and meant it. I would do almost anything to get another long look at Becky.

They walked me to the door and waved goodbye from the veranda as I went down the front steps and got in my car.

 

Driving home, I pondered how complimentary Valerie had been about my looks, telling me how pretty she thought I was. That felt nice.

But then it struck me that I was dressed like a streetwalker — in a short skirt, high heels, black nylons, and all that cleavage. I hadn’t even remembered to close the extra buttons on my blouse! On the other hand, Valerie had been dressed somewhat provocatively herself, and she certainly didn’t seem to mind letting her daughters show off their beautiful legs, so perhaps she was just perfectly comfortable with women, and girls, putting their sexuality on display. It made me wonder.

I also thought about the way Valerie seemed so desperately to want company, repeatedly asking me to stay for dinner, insisting that I come back soon and bring Kerie with me. It occurred to me that she might be lonely. That was how it seemed, anyway. I hadn’t thought to ask Tina about her father, so I didn’t know whether Valerie was married, or if perhaps she was divorced, or even widowed.

Does she work outside the home, or does she just stay in and cook and do housework all day? Oh well, I figured, I suppose I’ll get all those answers at some point.

I pulled into our driveway, locked the car, and walked to the front door, eager to find out what kinds of sexual games my little girl wanted to play with me that night.

Hearing me come in and close the door, Kerie called out. Her voice came from the kitchen. “Mommy, I made dinner!”

“You did?”

This was something she had never done before. We had prepared meals together many times, but she had never tried to do that on her own. I was curious, and a little afraid, to see what she had done to the kitchen and to our dinner.

My fears were unfounded. She’d done a terrific job of it, even though opening a can of soup and putting prepared salad mix in a bowl were not especially difficult tasks. But she’d set the table, put out some bread and butter for us, and now everything was almost ready.

“Will you dish the soup up, Mommy? It’s hot and I don’t wanna make a mistake.”

“Of course, my darling.” First, however, I gave her a big hug and kissed the top of her head. “This is wonderful! You must have been working here for hours!”

“Not really.”

“Did you get your homework done too?”

“Yep, it’s all done.”

“Okay, well, then let’s enjoy this delicious meal. What kind of soup is it?”

“Minestrone!”

“Ooh, yummy, my favorite.” I got the ladle, carefully filled two bowls with the hot soup, and set them on the table. She went around and pulled out my chair for me, just like a little lady.

“Sit down, Mommy. Enjoy.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” I grabbed her face and kissed her cheek. “What made you decide to do all this?”

“Just ‘cuz I love you.”

Kerie took her seat, and we ate our dinner, talking about school and work.

Then she said, “Did you know Melissa’s mom is going on a date with Aunt Jae tonight?”

“Um, yes, I did. That’s nice, isn’t it.”

“Do you think they’re in love?”

I laughed. “No, I don’t think so, sweetie. This is only their first date. If anything happens between them, it will probably take at least a little while longer.”

“Oh.”

Kerie already knew that women could love women, and men could love men, along with the more standard heterosexual arrangement. Since her aunt was gay, I had explained all this to her when she was very young and she had grown up completely accepting of various sexual orientations.

“Are we in love?”

I almost laughed again but managed to contain myself. I reached across the table and took her little hand.

“Honey, I love you very much. And you and I do things together, now, that grownups do when they’re in love — although sometimes grownups do those things when they’re not in love too, just because they like how it feels. Anyway, what you and I have definitely is love, but it’s more like family love, a very special close kind of family love. It’s probably not, though, what you would call being in love.”

“Okay,” Kerie nodded, apparently satisfied. However, after another moment’s thought, she added, “But I really love you, Mommy. And if I want to say I’m in love with you, is that all right?”

“What a precious little thing you are,” I said, still holding her hand in mine. “Yes, of course it is. If you want to say that, it’s perfectly fine. Although you probably should say it only to me, or maybe to Aunt Jae, but not to anyone else, okay?”

“All right. Kind of like we have to not say anything about those other things we do? The special games we play?”

“That’s right, sweetie, just like that.” I resumed eating my minestrone soup, which was almost gone.

“Does Aunt Jae know about our games?” Kerie asked.

“Um, yes, she does.”

“Good. Can I play them with her sometime?”

I almost choked on my soup. “Did — did Aunt Jae tell you to ask me that?”

“No. I just thought of it. It’d be really fun doing it with her.”

I shook my head in wonderment. What else could happen next?

“Well, we’ll see, honey. Maybe you can play those games with her sometime. But let’s not decide right now.”

“Okay,” she said, taking a last bite of her salad and putting down her fork.

“Are you done eating?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, let me just clean up these dishes, then I’ll take my bath, and then we can get in bed and do whatever you want. How’s that sound?”

“Great!”

I masturbated longer than usual that night in the bathtub, loving the feel of my smooth pussy under my hand, making myself come a couple of times, riding the wave.

I was so excited about everything that was happening, about the possibility (probability?) of making love with the alluring Tina, about the invitation from Valerie to have dinner with her and her family — including hot little Becky — and now about the expressed desire of my daughter to have sex with my sister.

When Jae first brought up the idea, in her email, it made me somewhat uncomfortable. I suppose part of that was jealousy, not wanting to share the special closeness I had with Kerie with anyone else. But I did love Jae very much, as did Kerie, and so it seemed only natural that they should be able to have the same kind of loving encounters with each other that Kerie and I had together.

Besides, I thought, now that I’m looking forward to bedding another girl, it wouldn’t really be fair of me to put artificial limits on my daughter’s sexual opportunities.

So, with that decision made, I masturbated a final time, then went into the bedroom to play with my little girl.

We made love many different ways that night. First, with me on top of her, rubbing my cunt against her chest until I climaxed. Then, with her on top of me, attempting to do it the same way. That didn’t really work, though, so Kerie lifted up my leg instead, and fucked me with her pussy until I came and then she came. After a little rest, she asked if she could do me again with her fingers. I readily agreed, and she gave me another wonderful orgasm that way. Finally, she asked me to get on top of her and fuck her pussy to pussy (though she didn’t use those words), which I did until I came one more time.

Although Kerie had become orgasmic at the tender age of 8, it wasn’t as easy for her to reach climax as it was for me. She didn’t seem to mind that at all, though. She delighted in giving me pleasure, and the few times she was able to come was a bonus for her.

It was almost 9:00 by the time we were done, and she needed to get to sleep since the next day was a school day. I was worn out, too, after seven (!) orgasms in one night.

We hugged and kissed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

 

I was awakened an hour later by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I picked it up from the table by the bed and looked at it. The call was from Jae.

I got out of bed and answered it as I walked out into the hall, naked, closing the bedroom door behind me. Luckily, Kerie had not awakened.

“Hi, Jae…” I said, sleepily.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah, but that’s okay. I want to hear how everything went with Rose.” In truth, I had forgotten that I’d asked Jae to call, but now I was glad she had. I really did want her to tell me what had happened.

“It went great. I took her to dinner at a really nice French restaurant. You know that place, Chez Maurice?”

“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never been there.”

“It’s really good, but it’s really expensive. That’s okay, though, because Rose is worth it.”

“So, you guys had a good time?”

“Well, let me just say I’m almost positive that the next time we’ll end up in bed.”

I smiled. “I’m glad for you. She really is pretty. Do you have a next date yet?”

“No. I tried to set it up, but she said she had to check on her schedules with her kids or something, because they’ve always got all these activities going on and she has to run them around and stuff.”

“Right. Well, I know how that goes. It’s a busy job being a mom.”

“Yeah. But anyway, we did have a really nice time. She’s smart and funny. Oh, and by the way, I was right. She does have sex exclusively with women now. Not a lot, she said, only two or three times in the past few years. I guess she’s pretty picky.”

“I bet you’ll pass her test, though.”

“I’m going to try awful damn hard.”

We both laughed, then I yawned. “Okay, I’m happy for you, honey. I really am. But I’d better get back to bed. Gotta get up early in the morning, you know.”

“I know, but listen, anything new with Kerie? Any surprises tonight?”

“No, nothing too far beyond what you’ve already heard about,” I told her. “I did have seven orgasms tonight, though.”

“Seven! No wonder you’re so tired.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “but it’s a really good tired.”

“I’ll bet it is. Okay, go to bed, kid. I love you.”

“I love you too. G’night.”

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