Results of Seduction
That night I lay in Deanna’s bed with her. We were both naked. Elizabeth had retired to her own room as well. She had confessed to us that she wanted to sleep naked as well, especially since hearing from us about how their mom didn’t mind. Of course, neither of them knew the extent of what Ms. Carter didn’t mind, but they would tomorrow morning.
I had purposely limited my orgasms, not wanting to wear my pussy out before I had a chance to “visit” Deanna’s mother in her bedroom. I’d had the two from masturbating while Deanna and Elizabeth lay together in a luscious sixty-nine that their mother had watched without their knowledge. When the sisters had tried to lick my pussy to get me to come again, I declined, saying I was a little bit sore, which was the truth, though certainly not sore enough to refuse sex. I was just holding back for that night.
I looked at the clock-radio beside Deanna’s bed. It said it was a little after midnight. We had come to bed about an hour ago after we’d eaten dinner and watched some TV. I had caught Ms. Carter looking at me several times. Each time I did, she would quickly look away, except for one time as we were heading upstairs to bed. When I looked at her, she had looked back at me, the color rising again in her cheeks. She had, of course, said nothing about my stripping in front of her that afternoon, but I could tell it was foremost on her mind. She had seemed very distracted all evening, and it made my pussy tingle to know I was the reason.
I lay for a moment longer, listening to Deanna’s breathing to make sure she was asleep. I knew from experience that she was a heavy sleeper. I got up from the bed, looked at Deanna again to make sure she hadn’t noticed, and crept out the door. I put on my panties before leaving though because I wanted Ms. Carter to watch me pull them down. I wanted to see the look on her face when I did.
Making my way to Ms. Carter’s room, I slowly opened the door. She was asleep, or at least she appeared to be. I stepped over to the bed, and as I did, I realized she wasn’t asleep at all when she turned on her bedside lamp. I stood beside the bed, looking into her face and suddenly realizing just how beautiful she was. She had gorgeous hazel, almond-shaped eyes. Her eyebrows were delicately plucked, leaving a thin line of raven black with well-defined edges. Her dark hair cascaded down her slender neck like a dark waterfall that pooled on the pillow. Her nose was just right for her features, slightly long, but not too long, and slender. Her lips were the color of ripe watermelon and looked just as delicious. She turned onto her side and I noticed her shoulders were naked, so I assumed the rest of her must be as well.
“For some reason, I suspected you might come to my room,” she said. I stood silently and, realizing I was licking my lips subconsciously, stopped and swallowed the lump that had grown in my throat as I took in her beauty. “Can I ask you some questions?” she said.
“Sure.”
“Did you know I was outside the bedroom door this afternoon?”
“Yes.”
“Did that bother you that I watched you three together?”
I shook my head slowly and said, “No,” the shaking of my head making my denial stronger.
“You wanted me to watch?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
Her next question was one word, and while I didn’t expect it, I wasn’t surprised. “Why?”
She had her head propped on her left hand as she talked to me. Her right hand was still beneath the covers. Slight movements of the covers at her midsection told me what was happening down there.
She noticed the direction of my glance and said, “Sorry. I can’t seem to stop myself today. So, again. Why did you want me to watch?”
“I just thought you’d want to, you know, after I stripped in front of you and you seemed to like that.”
“Did it make it better for you to be watched?”
I nodded, smiling for the first time. “Oh, yes.”
“Do my girls know I was watching?”
“No, but I don’t think they’d mind.”
“What makes you think so?”
“Because. First, they think you’re beautiful and very sexy, and second, they love girl sex, no matter who it’s with.”
The blush crept from her neck to her cheeks once again. “Are you saying they might want to have sex with me?”
“No. I’m saying they DO want to have sex with you.” Her eyes widened when I said that. She was silent for a moment, taking that in, I suppose. I could see it sounded like a good idea to her as well.
“Have you ever had sex with a grown woman?”
It was my turn to blush, since I knew where this would lead, but I felt if she knew about my mom and me she’d be more likely not to worry what my mom or I thought of her having sex with Deanna and Elizabeth. I looked into her gorgeous eyes and nodded. “Lots of times.”
I think that one surprised her more than my comment about her daughters wanting sex with her.
“Who with?”
“Well, my mom and some of her friends, mostly some of the ladies she works with.”
“So you know that I know what your mom does for a living?”
“Yes. Both Deanna and Elizabeth have seen the DVD you have of one of her movies.”
She just nodded, no longer surprised at her daughters’ sexual actions. “How long have you and your mom been having sex?”
“Since I was six.”
Well, that one surprised her. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged. “Six?! How did that happen? Weren’t you scared?”
“No, I wasn’t scared at all. I walked in on her while she was watching one of her movies and masturbating. She decided it was time for me to learn what she did and that sex wasn’t bad if it was handled properly. She just had me help her that first time, but soon we were doing everything sexual with each other.”
“You mean your mom has–has eaten your pussy before?”
“Oh, God yes. Lots of times.” I noticed that the movements beneath the covers were getting faster. This was definitely turning her on. I suddenly realized I was still in my panties. Placing my thumbs inside the elastic waistband, I pushed them down to the floor as I watched her face for her reaction. Her eyes seemed to light up as she moaned and increased the speed and pressure of her fingers on her pussy.
Reaching up, I pulled the covers all the way down to the foot of the bed. I had been right. She was naked. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing herself. I hopped up onto the bed and sat with the soles of my feet touching and my knees spread so she could see my pussy clearly. I reached down and began to play with myself as well.
We stayed like that for a minute, watching each other masturbate. She had lain back and was now pinching her nipples with her left hand while her right hand was busy on her pussy. Soon, though, I decided that we had to do more, so I stopped touching myself and moved between her legs. I looked up at her–into those heart-stopping eyes–and leaned slowly in to where her fingers were dancing across her clit, pinching and rubbing the nub of nerve endings and making little sloshing sounds as the juices running out of her hole were spread over her pussy lips by her cream-covered fingers.
I reached out with my tongue and made contact with her pussy. The smell was heavenly, the taste even better. I licked for a while then moved my entire mouth over the slit that was literally drenched with her juices. As I did this, I moved my body across hers so that she could complete our joining. Her mouth closed over my bare pussy and began to lick and chew softly on my most sensitive area. Within seconds I was very close to what I could tell would be a very powerful orgasm. I wanted Ms. Carter to come at the same time, so I reached for her ass and squeezed it right where her tiny flower had been winking at me. I quickly pushed the ring finger of each hand into her butthole and my index fingers into her vagina and began moving them in and out, fucking her two most private holes with those four fingers.
The effect was enormous and instantaneous. She began to come immediately, which of course set off my own orgasm. We bucked and squealed, moaning into each other’s pussy. This went on for some time, how long I don’t really know. All I know is that it was one of the most powerful orgasms of my life to that point. But then, as my mom always said, there’s really no such thing as a bad orgasm.
When we finished, I shifted around and lay beside Ms. Carter. We kissed for a bit and were just getting into round two when we heard a gasp from the bedroom door. Jerking our heads up from the kiss we’d been sharing, we saw that I had left the door open and Deanna was standing there in her robe, open-mouthed. There was no way to deny what we’d been doing and I, for one, didn’t want to. Anyway, our mouths were smeared with pussy juice and saliva, and my hand had begun playing with Ms. Carter’s pussy again.
“Oh, uh, Deanna, honey–” Ms. Carter began, but I interrupted her.
“Come on in. Your mom wants to have sex with you.”
“Um, well–” Deanna’s mother began, but I wasn’t going to allow this to die now.
“Well, it’s the truth, isn’t it?” I asked, jumping off the bed and practically running to Deanna and taking her hand, almost dragging her to her mother’s bedside. Ms. Carter started to pull the covers back up when I grabbed them. “NO! You two want each other, and I’m here to see to it that you have each other!” I said, pulling the covers down again to expose for Deanna her mother’s flawless beauty.
Ms. Carter looked at Deanna. “Is that true?” she asked. Deanna looked at the floor and nodded. I reached over and raised her chin back up.
“Don’t be ashamed you want her. I’m not ashamed that I have sex with my mom, am I? You weren’t ashamed to have sex with her either, were you?”
This was news to Ms. Carter. “She–?”
“Well, of course,” I said. “Elizabeth’s the only one in the house that hasn’t had sex with her, but that’s gonna change soon, I’m sure. I know my mom wants her, and she sure wants my mom, not to mention she wants you, too.”
“How do you know I’ve had sex with your mother?”
“Because we saw you.” We all turned to the door again. Elizabeth was standing there. She had said it. She must have heard us and come to investigate. She, too, was wearing her robe, but as we watched, she untied it and let it drop to the floor, revealing her naked body beneath before coming toward the bed. I reached over, untied Deanna’s robe, and pulled it off her shoulders to expose her body to her mother’s gaze as well.
The three of us stood beside the bed and looked at Ms. Carter, who was staring at our naked bodies, two with totally bald pussies and one with a small, beginning patch of pubic hair. I could almost see Ms. Carter drooling. This sight was definitely turning her on.
I decided to take it up another notch. I turned Deanna to me and took her into my arms and kissed her passionately. Our tongues intertwined and danced the dance of frequent lovers. It was a tango we were both familiar with. My hand went to her pussy and began to rub. I could hear the breathing nearby grow faster as Ms. Carter and Elizabeth watched the show we were putting on for them. I became aware that Elizabeth had crawled onto the bed and I could hear the two of them begin to make out as well.
Deanna and I parted and looked at her older sister and mother in their first passionate embrace. They held each other not as mother and daughter, but as lovers. We moved onto the bed ourselves.
“I’m sorry. I woke up and you weren’t in the bed so I came looking for you. It’s odd that this was the first place I thought of,” Deanna said and started to giggle. I joined her laughter and we sank onto the bed and began making out again.
After a moment, Deanna pulled back again and looked at her mother and sister. Elizabeth was sucking on one of her mom’s nipples and pinching the other one.
“Go ahead. I want to watch you three anyway,” I said. She grinned and moved down between her mother’s legs. She stared at her mom’s pussy for a while and then dove in, as if she were meant to do this. And maybe she was. Elizabeth had moved up and her pussy now hovered above her mom’s waiting mouth. She settled down to the waiting lips and tongue, and soon she was having her pussy eaten by her mom for the first time. By the looks of things, Ms. Carter was enjoying what Deanna was doing to her as well.
Elizabeth was the first to come, followed very soon by her mother. Deanna, of course, had not had anyone taking care of her while she ate her mom’s pussy for the first time, so she and I were left as the only two who hadn’t come yet–or at least not since the sisters had joined their mother and me. I was fine, however, having come just before Deanna showed up, so I told them to take care of Deanna while I watched. Ms. Carter and Elizabeth moved into position to devour Deanna’s pussy.
Soon, they were taking turns licking and nibbling on Deanna’s clit and inner labia. Ms. Carter was the one enjoying the feast when Deanna came. When she started coming, Elizabeth moved up and began kissing Deanna, their tongues dueling with each other. It was so erotic to watch them together.
I had been playing with myself as they were eating Deanna, and as Deanna came, I slid into my own climax.
Afterwards, we lay together on Ms. Carter’s bed. I looked at my best friend and her sister and decided to come clean with some things.
“I have a confession. I sort of seduced your mom.”
“Sort of?” said Ms. Carter, laughing.
“Well, you know when I came into the bedroom today naked?” They both nodded. “Well, I actually stripped in front of your mom.”
“Oh, my God!” said Deanna, laughing in spite of her exhaustion.
“And I have a confession too,” said Ms. Carter. “After she did that, I was certain what would be taking place in the bedroom. I, well, I stood outside the door and after you were all busy with each other, I opened it a crack and watched you all together. It was so beautiful–and erotic. I masturbated outside the door until I nearly came, then went into my bathroom to finish because I thought I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making a lot of noise when I came.”
“Did you?” asked Elizabeth.
“Did I what?”
“Make a lot of noise?”
Ms. Carter smiled, “Enough that you would have certainly heard me.”
“So tonight,” I said, “I came in here to complete the seduction. It was wild!”
“Yes,” said Elizabeth. “That was awesome.”
“Yeah,” said Deanna and looked into her mother’s face. “Thanks for being such a great mom.”
“You need to thank Cheryl,” she said. “This would never have happened without her.”
The compliment made me blush. “Thank you, Ms. Carter,” I said, grinning.
” ‘Ms. Carter’ is too formal for what we’ve done. How about you call me Aunt Jesse?”
“Okay, Aunt Jesse,” I said, trying it out. It sounded natural, almost as if she were really my aunt. “I like that.”
“So do I, Sweetie. So do I,” she said in reply and kissed me.
We finally went to sleep, and the next morning…well, that’s another story.
Continue on to Chapter 12
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