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Realizations about Writing and Love

  • Posted on August 30, 2015 at 5:33 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Writing is a solitary effort made in collaboration with everyone the writer has ever known. I know that sounds odd, but it’s true. I have come to realize that my best work, such as the final chapter of Nanny for a Night, is such a collaboration. Other works that I consider my best writing (not necessarily the most erotic), always involve someone else in my mind. They are there on an emotional level.

Oddly, I want to thank my parents for “Finding My Sister,” for it was their cruelty when I came out and the fact I am an only child that contributed to that story. The character of “my” father in the story is my father in real life. That’s how I imagine his behavior would be if he had such news to give me.

“Midnight Awakening in Amherst” was the first story in which the “real” Lisa was a part of a story I was writing. I had named characters after her, but this is Lisa in that story, which is actually non-fiction. It is a description of a night we shared years ago when we were first dating and living together. I was so touched by what had happened the night before, I wrote it the following day. I won’t go into details about how our lives came to separate back then because it is still very painful for me. The best part, however, is that no matter how stormy our relationship got back then, we are together now. She is my wife, and I am hers. Legally. Legitimately. Lovingly.

I come to that final chapter of the Nanny series frequently and re-read it. (It is linked in the first paragraph.) I am not bragging, but this is perhaps the best chapter I have ever written. It could be terribly written by professional standards, but it is the best of my writing. Only the two stories linked above come close. And both of them involve something that causes me to feel intense emotions as well. I am realizing it is the emotion that empowers my writing and raises the level of my craft a notch or two. (I am young as a writer, so to those who’ve been writing for a while and are saying something like “duh,” please indulge my naivete.) It’s more difficult to write chapters like this one, but the result is worth the increased effort.

With this in mind, I have decided to write an open letter to my wife. It is a love letter. Every letter of it. Every punctuation mark. Sorry for the self-indulgence, but I am feeling particularly romantic right now and feel my wife deserves this. She knows I am totally open about myself and our love, and though I know she will be slightly embarrassed I put this out there for the world to see, she will also be proud. I expect it will make her cry. That’s okay. I’m crying right now as I think about what I will write.

My Dearest Lisa — my Lover — my Wife — my Desire in Human Form,

It’s odd that I am a writer but can never seem to express the depth of my love for you in words, but I will try.

Imagine you are standing on the ocean’s shore. You are looking out at the water. The water you can see is the surface only. There is quite a bit of surface in view. You think it is an abundance of water. But that vastness of the ocean’s surface is the love you can comprehend only. The love I feel is all of the water beneath the surface. It is the incomprehensible part of the ocean. It represents the depth of my feeling for you. You cannot see the water beneath that surface, but you know it is there. You cannot conceive its abundant depth. Compared to what you can see and understand of the vastness of that ocean, the water beneath the surface makes that surface seem minuscule in comparison. That water beneath is my love for you when compared to the love you can understand.

Now, it is night. Darkness enfolds you. The city lights are far away, and the night sky is painted with countless points of light that glimmer and wink at you. Again, there are too many stars to count, but there are more out there you cannot see. All of them are part of our own galaxy, but there are more galaxies out there than there are visible stars you see. And each galaxy has billions of stars. Billions. Like the water beneath the ocean’s surface, the stars in all the galaxies of the universe are a part of the true measure of my love when compared to the love you can understand — those visible stars.

Not only that, but you can also see one star that is so distant and faint you can barely make it out. It teases you with its seeming nearness and tininess. It is so far away that the light you see was cast forth from that star long before Columbus sailed and discovered a new world for the unaware people of so-called civilization to explore. Yet that distance represents what you understand of my love for you. The distance to the farthest galaxy represents the enormity of my love.

Now add all of these ideas together. That is how much I love you. Or at least it comes close.

I am not saying you cannot comprehend my love for you while I can. The truth is I can’t comprehend it any more than you. Like you, all I can do is feel it. I am saying that grasping the meaning of such a measurement is an impossible task for anyone to undertake because even if it were measured, the full meaning behind that measurement would be incapable of being understood, like the amount of whole numbers when counting. No matter how high a computer can count, there is always that number plus one. The infinite range of numbers, the distance to the farthest galaxy, the unbelievable number of stars in the universe, the tremendous amount of water in the ocean below the surface we see — these are all totally incomprehensible to the human mind.

Like my love for you.

Cheryl

I hope this isn’t too self-indulgent. I am just a girl in love. Forgive me if you found reading it was a waste of your time. Writing it wasn’t a waste of mine.

 

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Look, Aunt Lisa!

  • Posted on August 30, 2015 at 1:15 pm

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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 2

  • Posted on August 29, 2015 at 7:26 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

This was originally the second half of Chapter One. I have split it to make for a more enjoyable reading experience.

Upon leaving school for the day, Susan and Heather walked home together.

“Maybe we could offer to help them put things away at school? That way we could have a whole day with them or something,” said Heather.

“Sure. We can talk to them about it tomorrow afternoon. How’s your little sister doing with her lessons?”

Heather’s little sister was a project for her. For the past month, she had been teaching the eleven-year-old about her pussy.

“She’s learning like a pro.”

“I want to try her soon. You think we should include her in this with Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor?”

“Not yet. She might tell. I had to spend a lot of time convincing her not to tell Mom when she caught me playing with myself. That’s when I got her involved with me. But I sometimes don’t trust her not to tell. I mean, she is my little sister. It’s dangerous her having something like that on me, which was why I started teaching her how to masturbate so I could make sure she doesn’t tell.”

“Exactly. And if she’s a part of this, she won’t tell about it either.”

“I don’t think so, at least not yet, okay? In the meantime, you could have some fun with her, though.”

“I believe I’ll take you up on that.”

They were at Heather’s house, and her little sister came out to meet her. Tina, who was a music prodigy, went to a school for students with special talents called a magnet school, and she arrived home about fifteen minutes before Heather did each day. That was one of a thousand reasons Heather was jealous of her, but she couldn’t do anything about it. Still, jealous or not, she adored her little sister. She wasn’t the only one, though.

“Hi, Tina,” Susan called. She was practically in love with the younger girl. She was so pretty, with her long, thick blonde hair and dark eyes. Susan found she wanted her badly, even now after her afternoon of sex with Heather and Miss Simmons.

Heather looked at Susan as if she had lost her mind. For Heather, of course, her times with her sister were only about sex, but with Susan, it was about more. Susan seemed to be in love with Tina. It never ceased to amaze Heather that her best friend could be in love with her little sister.

As little Tina came out to greet the girls, she smiled at Susan. She, too, had a crush on the older girl. She knew that Susan and Heather had sex together, and lately she had been wanting to join in, or maybe even have some time alone with Susan. She wondered if it would be any different than with Heather.

“I hate to interrupt this little happy time, but is Mom home?” Heather asked.

“Nope. She had an appointment she had to go to. She said she’d be home in time to cook supper.”

Susan looked at Heather. “When is that, do you think?”

Heather knew what Susan was thinking. The truth was Susan did have plenty of time if she wanted to have sex with Tina. Heather wasn’t sure she wanted to join them, necessarily, but she wouldn’t mind watching. She was beginning to discover that she was quite a voyeur. She looked at Tina, who had a devilish look in her eyes. The look said everything. “She won’t be home for several hours. Come on in; you can call your mom and tell her your at our house.” Susan and Tina smiled at each other as Tina led the way into the house.

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“I need a shower,” Jennifer Simmons declared upon entering the condo she shared with Lisa. “Join me?”

“Are you kidding? If I don’t get my hands on your pussy soon, I’m going to die. I love soaping it up. You know that drives me crazy.”

The two women shed their clothes and went into the bathroom. Lisa kissed Jennifer for maybe the hundredth time since they had left the school. The taste of Susan’s pussy was still on her lips, and the flavor made Lisa shiver with the anticipation not only of tonight with Jennifer, but also their summer of fun that they hoped would follow with the two girls. Lisa recognized that this could last much longer than one summer. And why shouldn’t it? The girls would be at the school through next year — so that gave them another year to enjoy their soft, young bodies.

Jen set the temperature of the water and stepped under the spray of the shower head. Lisa was right behind her. The two women kissed sensuously while hands began to explore the soft bodies with the ease of those who knew their every crevice and point of pleasure.

Lisa reached for the liquid soap, squirted some into her hands, and began to massage Jen’s pubic hair into a frothy mound of sexual tension and suds. Jen stood still while Lisa did this. It was almost a ritual. Lisa would clean every nook and cranny of Jen’s pussy, sometimes making her cum in the process, and after rinsing the soap away, would sit on the tiny seat in the bathtub and lick her pussy until she was unable to continue standing. The women would then finish bathing and return to the bed they shared, or maybe the sofa in the living room, or once even the kitchen table, and make passionate love to one another until they were drained.

Jennifer was the type of person who became more aroused the more she came. She had come three times with little Susan and Heather, and she was beginning to get worked up again as Lisa began her caresses of the mound where all the excitement lay.

The memory of the two little girls fueled her desires, as they did Lisa’s, she was certain. They had been all Lisa could talk about on the way home. Lisa had wanted to know everything. How much pubic hair did they have? What were their titties like? Did they have dark nipples or lighter ones? What had led up to the lovemaking? She wanted all the details, and it was a good thing Jen had done the driving, because Lisa’s hands had been occupied on the trip home.

Lisa was in the process of rinsing the suds off of Jennifer’s freshly cleaned pussy. She continued to kiss Jen’s soft, full lips while her hands played in the dark, trimmed pubic hair that covered her clean but still creamy slit. A finger found its way into Jen’s vaginal opening, pressing in and forward to massage the G-spot. Jennifer began to moan with the passion that Lisa’s touch had ignited. Her breathing became heavy, and she could feel the fourth orgasm of the afternoon begin to rise in her heated loins.

The pressure and her lust, fueled as it was by the memory of what had transpired in the woods beside the school, was more than she could stand. She came. It was one of those massive orgasms that made time seem to stand still. An orgasm she would remember for years, it was so good. Her body shook, trembled, convulsed. Tears welled up and overflowed her eyelids, mixing with the shower’s spray. Then Lisa was coaxing her cum-wracked body toward the far end of the tub so she could sit and leisurely lick, suck, and devour Jennifer’s still throbbing pussy.

Jennifer found herself wondering what the two young girls were doing. They would now be more than students of math and science. They would now become students of lesbian love. What she didn’t know was that they had a student of their own.

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“Let’s play Love Slave,” said Susan, eyeing Tina.

“How do you play?” asked Tina, immediately interested.

“Well, I tell you things you have to do, and you do them. It’s sort of like Truth or Dare, but you are my love slave and must fulfill all my sexual wishes.”

“I’m not sure. It sounds like fun, but maybe it isn’t so much fun. Have you and Heather played that game before?”

“Yes. And it’s lots of fun.”

“You sure it isn’t just fun for you? I want to cum too, you know.”

Susan understood why the girl was reluctant. She was not wanting to be the one who only gave pleasure, but received it as well. “No, it isn’t like that. I am not the only one to have fun. Sometimes I tell you to do things with me. That way it’s fun for everyone. Don’t worry. You’ll cum.”

“Okay, what first?” Tina was ready for the game. She was infatuated with Susan, and would have done anything to please her. In a way, it was a natural game for them to play.

“First, you must be naked, Slave. Take off your top.”

Tina did as she was told. Her top came off and landed in a heap on the floor of her and Heather’s bedroom.

“Now your bra. I want to see your little titties.”

Tina removed the training bra that covered her titties, such as they were. They were little more than nipples that had begun to swell into the very beginnings of their maturity.

Susan watched as the little bra came off the petite eleven-year-old. The nipples stood out, ready for sucking. “Now, take off your shorts.”

Tina complied. Whisking the shorts off hurriedly, she exposed her little girl panties. They were pink with little white roses on them in a delicate pattern. Susan noticed that the little girl’s hips had begun to spread ever so slightly with oncoming puberty.

“Now, your panties, Slave. Then you can undress me.”

Tina pushed the panties down with a quick motion, stepping out of them daintily. She stood before Susan totally nude, her little girl body exposed to Susan’s lustful gaze.

Tina shyly stepped over to Susan, who was already getting moist in her small pussy. Although she had known Heather for years, this was the first time she had seen Heather’s little sister naked. She wanted to kiss the little girl right then and there, but she decided to wait to prolong the anticipation. Instead, she raised her hands toward the ceiling of the girls’ bedroom, allowing Tina to remove her top.

Heather entered the room from the girls’ bathroom and lay on the girls’ queen-sized bed, watching Susan’s seduction of her little sister. She was already nude, having stripped in the bathroom after peeing and wiping herself. She didn’t know what part she would play in Susan’s game, but she did know she was at least going to watch and masturbate herself to orgasm.

Tina was removing Susan’s bra. She gasped slightly at the sight of Susan’s titties. They were cone-shaped and capped by large pink nipples that were perfect for sucking. She started to bend down to them, but Susan stopped her.

“Not yet, Slave. I want to be naked first.”

Reluctantly, but still wanting to see Susan naked for the first time, Tina reached down to the shorts that Susan wore. Unbuckling the belt and unbuttoning the top, she unzipped them and stooped to pull them down. While still on her knees, she reached up and drew the elastic waistband of her panties down. Susan stepped out of them and stood naked for Tina’s gaze.

Tina stood up and looked into Susan’s eyes. “What now?” she asked innocently.

“What now, Mistress!” Susan commanded. “You must always address me as Mistress.”

Tina looked at Susan. “Even when we aren’t playing the game?” Tina asked incredulously. She didn’t want to have to call Susan Mistress all the time. If that was so, she didn’t want to play this game. That could be embarrassing.

“No, silly! Only for the game!” Susan said.

“Well, I didn’t know. You made it sound like I was supposed to like always call you Mistress or something. I didn’t know.”

Susan looked and could see that her admonition had hurt Tina’s feelings. Her eyes were beginning to tear up because she had been made to feel stupid. Tina’s crush had made her emotions feel jumbled and twisted. Susan’s eyes softened.

“No, Tina. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I was just playing the game.”

Tina rubbed the tears away and looked at Susan. Susan knew what Tina needed, so she leaned forward and kissed the beautiful girl on the lips, caressing Tina’s tongue with her own. When the kiss broke, she held Tina’s naked body next to her own nudity.

“Do you still want to play the game?” Susan asked Tina.

“Sure, as long as I don’t have to call you Mistress all the time!” She began to giggle at the fun she was making at her own silliness. She could think about it now and see how ridiculous her fears had been regarding that.

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The girls returned to their game while about two miles away, two women were making love while thinking of the fun they would have with Susan and Heather.

“Yes, there! Oh, God, Yes!” Jennifer said to Lisa, who was still eating her lover’s pussy in the shower. Jen was shuddering what had become a constant wave of orgasms throughout her body. She could take it no more. Turning, she shut off the spray of the shower, and barely able to walk, she exited the tub, pulling Lisa behind her. They tumbled onto the bed and began seeking each other’s pussy. Jennifer was like a starving woman groping for the first meal she’d had in a week.

Burying her face into the dripping slit of Lisa’s pussy, she turned her body so Lisa could continue bringing her to mind-numbing waves of orgasmic bliss.

Lisa moaned into the wet flesh, licking the constant flow of pussy juices into her waiting mouth. Her tongue danced through the sensitive folds of flesh, tickling the spasming clit into sheer ecstatic tidal waves of cumming.

Jennifer began to scream tiny yelps of pleasure into Lisa’s pussy, which was already beginning to crest into an orgasmic earthquake. Each yelp coincided with the touching of her clit by the experienced tongue of Lisa. Her hips rose rhythmically to meet the tongue in a wild dance of joy. Her own tongue stabbed and caressed Lisa’s clit in an identical rhythm until both young women were screaming out their orgasms to the silent rooms of their condo.

Lisa held Jennifer’s labia spread for her mouth to reach the dripping pussy. The clit stood at attention, yearning for the pleasure her mouth, lips and tongue could give. Jennifer’s fingers plunged into the vaginal opening, fucking Lisa with abandon, while her tongue danced a hard rock tune over Lisa’s cumming clitty.

Finally sated, the two young women separated and lay in an exhausted heap where they would remain until hunger called. It had been a wonderful day. And they knew it would only get better.

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Susan, now totally naked, urged Tina’s nude body onto the bed beside her older sister. Heather scooted over to make room for the other two girls. She watched as Susan moved her fingers in Tina’s hairless pussy. Tina moaned in thanks as the two girls kissed. Heather could see that her little sister was indeed wet. Her pussy was a bright coral pink, and Susan’s finger was covered in the little girl’s cum juices.

Susan broke the kiss and moved her head down to Tina’s budding breasts. She bent close and sucked one of the tiny orbs into her mouth, kissing and licking the tender titty flesh of her best friend’s little sister.

She looked over at Heather to see what she was doing. Heather seemed to be in a lustful trance as she gazed at the actions of Susan and her sister. Tina’s eyes were closed in a passion usually reserved for women twice her age. Tina’s eleven-year-old body was behaving like that of a woman twice her age as well. The pussy, which was a year younger than Heather’s, was oozing fluid onto Susan’s hand while her nipple seemed to reach out for the mouth that was sucking at it. Heather pulled at her own nipples as she watched Susan sucking Tina’s small titty. Heather’s other hand had found her own pussy and was stroking the thin inner lips, coaxing the moisture out of her tight vagina. She found that she was a dedicated voyeur and was getting hotter by the moment. She realized that just watching would be one of the hottest things she could do right then. As her pussy began to get completely wet, she pushed a finger into the tiny opening. She was young, but she already knew where her G-spot was. Crooking her finger, she began to massage it while the palm of her hand massaged her clit and labia gently. She began to rock herself into the approaching orgasm.

“Mmmmmm,” Susan moaned, still sucking on the younger girl’s nipples. She moved her body around, spinning it so that her pussy was available to Tina’s mouth. “Suck my pussy, Slave. Do it well and I will reward you with my own tongue in your pretty little cunt.”

Tina did not have to be told twice. Grabbing a hip bone in each hand, she guided Susan’s beautiful mound toward her watering mouth. She had waited for this a long time. Finally, she was going to get to lick Susan’s pussy mound. She glued her mouth to the older girl’s pussy and began to lick. Meanwhile, Susan began to wonder if this was what heaven would be like. The only thing better would be to have her two teachers there to join in the fun.

Tina may have been only eleven, but Heather’s experience at licking pussy had enabled her to teach her younger sister well. Tina’s mouth worked on the mound, licking the inner folds of the creamy pussy and finding the swollen clit that protruded ever so slightly from the top of the girl’s slit. She noticed that the taste was only slightly different from Heather’s pussy. Somehow it was sweeter, and Tina wondered if it was more her own imagination that had made it seem so.

She poked her tongue between the inner lips of Susan’s steaming pussy, and moved down toward the opening of her vagina. She pushed slightly and felt her tongue enter the tiny hole, causing more of Susan’s pussy juices to flow out onto the younger girl’s tongue. Tina drank it with enthusiasm. Moving up, she lapped at Susan’s throbbing clitty, that small button of sexual tension, and felt Susan stiffen with excitement.

Susan felt the younger girl’s experienced tongue moving around in her wet pussy. Her fluids were literally draining out of her tiny pussy hole. And Tina was drinking it up as fast as she could. She decided it was time to give Tina some satisfaction as well. She was working hard to satisfy Susan, so it was only proper that she satisfy Tina as well.

She glanced down at the young girl who was licking her with wild abandon. Next to her was Heather, staring at her sister’s adoration of Susan’s pussy. Heather’s hand was now a blur, finger-fucking herself and rubbing her little pussy savagely. She was subconsciously licking her own lips in apparent hunger for some of the juices that were spilling out of Susan’s inflamed pussy.

Susan’s little ass was waving in the air in a sort of sexual dance. Seeing that, Heather reached up and began to massage the orbs of flesh that formed Susan’s ass cheeks. Her index finger began to play teasingly along the rim of the girl’s asshole, tickling it while the hand rubbed Susan’s shapely little ass.

With these sights and sensations overwhelming her body, Susan dived into Tina’s hairless pussy. Wet could not begin to describe the little slit. It was positively in a lather of cum juices. The little girl was so hot she was already on the brink of cumming.

Strangely, it was Heather who began the seemingly endless parade of orgasms. She had moved up to bestow a flurry of kisses on Susan’s pretty little ass, and the sight of her little sister’s sucking of Susan’s pussy and the bouncing ass with its tiny puckered hole was more than her sexual need could handle. She increased the pace of the hand that was already a blur and felt the cum rise in her tender, young loins. She began to scream out her orgasm with eyes wide in disbelief at its power.

Hearing Heather’s delightful squeals sent Susan over the brink. She licked and lapped happily at Tina’s sopping pussy, drinking the cum juices like nectar, while she felt her pussy seem to split in lustful bliss. The powerful orgasm racked her body with spasms. She stayed with Tina’s pussy until, seconds later, she began to crest into her own orgasm.

All three girls’ bodies shook with spasms for several minutes. They were all bathed in sweat and pussy cum. They finally lay back and surveyed the room in an intoxicated daze of sexual satisfaction. The bed was a shambles and their bodies were weak. Each girl felt she wouldn’t be able to move for days.

Finally, Heather spoke up. “We really need to clean this up before Mom gets home. It smells like a pussy juice factory in here.”

Susan and Tina giggled at that. It did indeed smell of the girls’ pussies, and something would need to be done soon to air the room out. Rolling over, the girls dragged themselves out of the bed and began to clean up around the room, picking up clothes and putting them on while grabbing the liberty of kisses, touches, and hugs. Susan and Tina were especially tender with each other.

For the first time Heather began to feel a twinge of jealousy at their new relationship. Most girls stole their sister’s boyfriends. This was the first Heather had ever heard of a girl stealing her sister’s girlfriend, at least not a girlfriend who was the sister’s lover. It wasn’t exactly something she could talk to Mom about. Maybe she could talk to Susan about it later? Maybe she would understand. And if she didn’t, there were always Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor she could now talk to. Perhaps they could be of some help.

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Serendipity, Chapter 24

  • Posted on August 28, 2015 at 1:51 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To keep everyone straight, use this link for Characters & Relationships, or check our Guide for Serious Readers.

Slowly coming awake, lying on her side in the dark, Kelly didn’t know where she was right away… a strange bed, a strange room, and someone else there too, in bed with her, just behind her… it’s…

Oh, of course, we’re on vacation in San Diego, at the condo… that sound outside the window is the waves at night on the beach… and the person sleeping beside me is my mom.

Or is she sleeping? No, she’s not, not at all. She’s moving and kind of breathing fast. That must be what woke me. She’s masturbating. My mother is masturbating in bed right next to me!

Should I pretend to stay asleep? Or maybe, should I masturbate too? Last night, when we were listening to Jordan and Carol having sex — they had sex, a little girl and her grandmother! — god, that was so hot, and when we heard them and I started rubbing myself, Mom said it was okay. She did it herself too, and we both had orgasms. If it was okay then, I guess it should be okay now.

Kelly turned onto her back, opening her legs. She slid both hands down and began rubbing herself. It was an easy, familiar movement. Easy because she was already naked, familiar because she did it so often, usually at least twice and sometimes three or four times a day. Kelly loved masturbating.

She wondered what time it was. There was no way to tell. She didn’t see a clock in the room and she didn’t wear a watch. It was completely dark outside. Only the sound of the waves, and the sound of her mother, breathing hard and moaning a little. Kelly rubbed herself faster, her fingers quickly getting slippery.

“Kelly?” She heard a whisper.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, baby.”

It was quiet for another minute or two, except for their breathing, the soft rustling of the sheets, and an occasional wet squishy sound of juicy fingers. Kelly closed her eyes, listening to the sounds, breathing deeply, inhaling the pungent, heady fragrance of female sex, her own and her mother’s. She concentrated on the feelings inside, on the slow building-up of pressure, that tingling, pulsing little volcano at her center, getting ready to explode, to boil over… not yet, but soon…

How about her mom? Was she close too?

“Mom?”

“Uh-huh?”

“You wanna come with me?”

There was no response at first. But then Kelly heard wet slapping sounds, sharp and fast. Her mother was fucking herself. And she heard a hoarse whisper, “Yeah… I, I do.”

“Okay.”

“Are you getting close?”

“Pretty close.”

“Me too.”

“Okay.”

Quiet for a few more seconds. Only the sounds, and the smells. And the pressure building.

Her mom said, “Take my hand,” and Kelly felt a touch at her side, on her leg. She took the hand, squeezed it. Her other hand certainly could finish the job alone.

She interlaced fingers with her mother, felt the slippery moisture between them, her juices and her mom’s, mingling together. Thinking of that got her very, very close.

“When you’re… when you’re ready,” her mother panted, “when you’re… ready to come… squeeze it… okay?” She gave a sample squeeze.

“Okay, um… pretty soon, Mom, like, any time… whenever you… I mean, like — NOW!!”

Kelly squeezed the hand hard as her climax suddenly erupted.

Next to her, Veronica was coming powerfully too, a shared interlude of sexual satisfaction for a mother and her teenage daughter.

After they finished, when they’d both finally calmed down, Veronica brought the joined hands to her face, her fingers still knitted with Kelly’s. She kissed the girl’s fingers, and even licked them a little bit, tasting  their blended juices.

Kelly licked the fingers too, then they whispered goodnight and turned onto their sides, spooning. Veronica hugged her daughter and kissed her shoulder. Within a few minutes, they were asleep.

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As she slowly shook her head, Eve wondered, how many moms ever get to have an experience like this? Looking down between her legs, seeing her two beautiful daughters, 11-year-old Paige and 16-year-old Gwen, eagerly kissing and licking her pussy — it was amazing! And so goddamn fucking sexy!!

She held her breasts in her hands, lightly twirling the nipples with her fingers, and just stared at her girls, wanting always to remember this moment, forever and ever…

Paige’s tongue on her clit, Gwen sucking her labia, and now — oh fuck yes, a finger sliding inside her — Jesus god I think I’m gonna die I’m so happy, so turned on, Gwen’s finger inside me, reaching in, exploring her mother’s cunt, god yes Gwen fuck me, yes, fuck your mom, fuck me and make me come!

She really does smell like me, Gwen thought, almost exactly the same, and her pussy tastes just like mine too. And look at that, I actually have my finger inside her — my finger in my mom’s vagina! I’m fucking my own mother!! As she continued licking and sucking and fucking, Gwen slid a hand down between her own legs to rub her excited clit.

Paige had her eyes closed. How incredible sex was, all these sensations all at once… her mother’s wonderful scent, the heat radiating from inside her, heat I can feel on my face, on my lips, the slippery wetness of her skin down here, the soft folds under my tongue, the taste of her, god she tastes so good, it’s so perfect, and those excited sounds she’s making, not only her but Gwen too, they’re both really turned on, and so am I!

Oh my god yes, Eve thought, fuck me Gwen push your finger inside me deep inside your mother’s cunt deeper deeper now fuck me hard Gwen fuck your mom fuck me fuck me while your sister licks and sucks my clit my two girls my own two daughters licking sucking fucking goddamn fuck it’s so hot I’m gonna —

Gwen felt the muscles of her mother’s vagina suddenly clamp down tight on her finger, squeezing and clenching then loosening but quickly tightening again, squeezing even harder, and again, the loosening and tightening in rhythm, and again, and again, the ecstatic rhythm of a woman’s cunt in orgasm.

There is nothing better than this, Paige thought, nothing I could ever want more than to be right here where I am now, between my mom’s legs, getting her so excited, my mouth on her pussy, hearing her gasp and moan, so totally excited she’s almost screaming, and knowing I helped her feel this way. It’s so awesome! I just want to do this over and over again forever.

Eve was somewhere, nowhere, everywhere. A part of her was still aware, barely, of what was happening — hovering above, seeing her clutch her own breasts and pinch her nipples, throwing her head back, crying out loudly — but most of her was soaring away, expanding, dissolving, becoming sex, only sex, her cunt, her juices, her orgasm. That was all she was for a time, a long unending delicious time, only an orgasm, a climax, a supreme ecstasy.

She finally came down, hours later, days later, it had to be, or so it seemed. But as she recovered her senses, she saw that she was still in the hotel room with her daughters, naked on the bed with her legs spread wide, Paige and Gwen smiling up at her, their faces shiny with her wetness.

She held out her arms, “Come here, my darlings.”

—————

Amanda woke up, not sure where she was. That was her mom lying beside her, of course, with an arm around her, but what bed was this? What room were they in?

She opened her eyes, blinking. She was facing toward a big window. It was dark outside but there was a lot of light coming in. The curtains were open and the moon was shining over… oh, yeah, over the ocean… they were in San Diego, except not at their motel room, they were with Bambi and her mom.

“Amanda?” That was Bambi’s voice. “Did you ever do this?”

Lifting her head and turning, looking up, Amanda saw her friend. She was sitting on her mom, like right on top of her, actually sitting on her face. That was kind of weird.

“Do you do this?” Bambi asked again. “It feels really great.”

Tina woke up too. She was on her back next to Angela, with her daughter Amanda on the other side of her. It took a moment for Tina to realize what was happening, but when she did, it made her smile. My gosh, those two never stopped! It was amazing how much love there could be between a mother and her little girl. She turned to look at Amanda, who was sitting up now, staring at Bambi, perhaps beginning to understand what she was seeing.

“Wow, that’s…” Amanda began.

“Try it, Amanda, it’s fun,” urged Bambi. “Do it with your mom.”

Amanda looked at her mother.

Tina smiled, raising her eyebrows, “Do you want to? It’s okay if you do.”

The girl nodded and quickly moved into position, straddling her mother’s head, her pussy just above her mouth.

This was another huge first for Tina, something she never ever thought would happen. Earlier that evening, Angela had licked her pussy, the first person ever to do so. Not only that, but her daughter Amanda had sucked her clit too, bringing her to orgasm — her own little girl! And now that same little girl was actually sitting on her face, and Tina was about to lick her pussy!!

Could she do it? She didn’t have any experience, had never done it before, although she’d been dreaming of oral sex with a woman or a girl almost her whole life. Tina hoped she could do it right. She wanted to give her daughter everything she deserved, making her feel as good as she possibly could.

Before beginning, she glanced to the side, taking a look at Angela.

The woman seemed to sense her gaze, and her anxiety. She opened her eyes, smiling warmly at Tina. “It’s okay,” Angela said softly. “Don’t think about it. Don’t worry about doing it right. Just love your little girl, that’s all.”

Closing her eyes once again, Angela placed her hands on her daughter’s bottom, pulling her in, bringing Bambi’s wet pussy to her mouth.

Tina took a very deep breath. Okay, she said to herself, just love her, just love your little girl. Following Angela’s example, she put her hands on Amanda’s bottom. Slowly she pulled the child closer, drawing the smooth, hairless pussy to her mouth. Tina licked her lips, closed her eyes, and kissed her daughter.

At first when she got on top of her mother like that, kind of squatting right over her mouth, the same way Bambi was doing with her mom, it seemed a little strange to Amanda. It was different from what they’d ever done before. Bambi smiled at her, though, and talked to her a little bit, and for a couple minutes they held hands. But then Bambi had to close her eyes and let go of Amanda’s hand. Amanda saw her grab her mom’s head and kind of pull her in against her really tight.

Bambi was almost there. She loved this so much, feeling her mommy’s tongue on her pussy. Other ladies would lick her sometimes, a lot of ladies did and lot of girls too, and that was great, she loved it all, but nobody else could do it like her own mom. She was almost there, just a little more. Just a little more.

Angela was right, Tina thought, everything’s fine. Once she began, as soon as she closed her eyes and brought her lips to her little girl’s pussy and began kissing her and licking her, telling herself not to worry about doing it right or wrong — just love her — all her cares went away.

Tina’s whole world was reduced to simply her mouth and Amanda’s smooth soft pussy. She tasted, she felt, she smelled, sometimes she even listened a little bit, but she saw nothing — except in her mind where she could see everything. She saw pink flesh, glistening with juices, her tongue lapping, mouth swallowing. She inhaled the aroma of sex, of skin, of bodies, of a very young girl, her most intimate parts. She felt hot breath, her own, and saw it mingle with steam from inside her daughter, from her hot little hole, her girlish vagina, pink and tight and wet, a vagina she saw not with her eyes but with her lips and her tongue, a vagina with an opening still so small a tongue could just barely reach in, but in penetrating found lush wet warmth, so welcoming and so tasty!

Tina fucked her daughter’s little pussy with her tongue, and now she did hear the girl begin to whimper and moan. She pushed her face in deeper, opening her mouth even wider, wagging her head from side to side, not knowing or caring if she was doing it ‘right’, just loving Amanda, making love to her.

The little girl felt her mother put her whole mouth over her down there and kind of push her tongue inside, and that felt amazing. Amanda couldn’t believe how nice it was. Omigod, so warm and wet and everything, so perfect, and she wondered why they never did this before. Bambi was right, it was great! Amanda closed her eyes and just felt that hot wet tongue going inside her. It almost made her want to cry it was so good.

And then she heard Bambi. She turned to look.

The 10-year-old blonde, Amanda’s ‘twin’, was shuddering and squeaking, her eyes shut tight, face pinched and red, her chest flushed. Angela, had her hands on Bambi’s bottom, pulling the girl’s pussy hard into her mouth. Bambi kept shaking and squealing, louder each time it seemed. Amanda knew what it was, of course. She’d had that feeling many times herself, although never while sitting on her mom’s face.

She watched a few more seconds, and then that warm tongue got her attention again. The tongue was nice, nice, so nice, but… not quite enough… without even thinking about it, Amanda started moving on top of her mother.

Tina suddenly realized what was happening. It’s like those times when I would be ‘helping’ her to masturbate and I ended up not having to do very much at all, just keep my fingers in one place and she would fuck my hand and bring herself to orgasm. That’s what she’s doing now. Amanda is fucking my mouth, my beautiful daughter is fucking my face. She’s fucking my face with her little pussy and in a minute she’s going to come in my mouth!

—————

This must be heaven, or a dream.

Lying on her back, breathing comfortably, her beloved daughters warmly cuddling with her, Eve slept, though for how long she didn’t know.

A soft kiss awoke her.

“Mom?” Gwen whispered.

“Mmh… uhh… yes?”

“Mom, I love you.”

Eve felt the kiss on her cheek. Her eyes were still closed. In her half-waking state, she slowly turned her head and found her daughter’s lips, gently kissing them.

“I love you too, sweetie…”

They slept once more, or so she thought.

“Mom?” It was Gwen again.

“Huh? Yeah?”

“Mom, I want to do something with Paige. Is it okay?”

“Uh, what?”

Eve came a little more awake. Her eyes fluttered open. The lamp beside the bed was still lit, or perhaps had been turned on again.

“Is it okay?”

Her daughter Gwen was propped up on an elbow looking at her. She was naked. Eve glanced to her other side. Paige was awake too, and also naked.

Eve remembered the events of the night before — or was it the same night? — the startling, dreamlike, impossibly wonderful sensation of having her two sexy daughters make love with her, licking her pussy, bringing her to the most staggering, breathtaking, transcendent orgasm she had ever known. It really had happened!

And now…

“I want to do something with her. You know, like I did with you.”

“With… okay, sure, I guess, um… go ahead, sweetheart.” But then Eve thought of something. “Except, wait, only if Paige says it’s okay too.”

“She does,” Gwen giggled. “I asked her.”

Turning to her younger daughter, Eve saw the girl nod, a big grin on her face.

“Okay, well…” Eve pulled herself up to a sitting position. She glanced at the clock by the bed. It was 1:38 AM. She rubbed her eyes.

Gwen reached over and took Paige by the hand, drawing her across. She asked her to lie on her back beside their mother. “I read about this in a book,” she giggled, “and, um, I saw it in a video too.”

The teenager positioned herself on top of her little sister, in a ’69’. Before beginning, she smiled at her mom. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, about Paige, I mean. I’ve always wanted to do this, since she was only like 8 or something.”

“Wow…” Eve was dumbfounded, but she certainly had no objection — and suddenly sleep was the furthest thing from her mind.

She watched as the two girls started kissing and licking each other’s pussies. Almost immediately her hand went between her own legs. She slid down on the bed to get a better view as she masturbated.

—————

They slept again, Amanda and Bambi, Tina and Angela, the women’s mouths coated with pussy juice from their own daughters. They’d licked some of it up, and more had come off when they kissed each other goodnight, but now as they slumbered, the pleasant scent of little girl vagina was all around them. They had happy dreams.

—————

My god, my god, there it was, right in front of her — the pussy of an 11-year-old girl! And not just any girl either, it was her own sister!

This was a dream come true for Gwen. She’d known for years, ever since she’d started fantasizing and masturbating when she was only around 12 or so herself, that what turned her on more than anything else was little girl pussy. Or the thought of it anyway. She’d certainly never been this close to one before, never had the chance to look at, and smell, and admire, and now even put her lips there, on the beautiful slit between a young girl’s legs. God, it was so amazing. And the fact that this was Paige made it a million times better, because that was also a constant part of Gwen’s fantasies, the dream of having sex with her hot little sister. And now she really was.

Closing her eyes, Gwen inhaled the girl’s scent, nuzzling her, pressing her face inside, loving the warm, soft feel of the smooth skin under her lips and on her cheeks. She kissed her sister’s pussy, kissed it and licked it… while at the same she felt Paige’s lips and tongue between her own legs, licking her, kissing her, now sucking on her clit. It was so great!

Jesus, thought Eve, this is just like those Internet videos I love to watch — hot young girls having lesbian sex — only this is even better because it’s my own daughters I’m watching, and it’s not a video, they’re right here with me!

The woman rubbed her clit faster as she leaned in close to see, first at one end, then the other, watching Paige lick Gwen, watching Gwen lick Paige, hearing them both grow increasingly excited, panting and moaning, licking and sucking, sisters eating each other in a 69, oh my god, so fucking hot!

Eve felt her climax quickly approaching — could she hold on just a little bit longer, try to wait for them?

On top of her sister, trying to lick her, trying to give her an orgasm… but Gwen found it hard to concentrate because she was almost ready to come herself. Paige was really good at this! The older girl raised her head for a moment, panting, teeth clenched, eyes shut tight. Could she hang on a little longer, make herself wait? She took a very deep breath, a second one, then put her mouth down again and licked and sucked some more, but — it was too late — she climaxed.

When she saw Gwen reach orgasm, that was it for Eve. Her fingers flew faster and faster on her clit and then she was coming too. “Fuck! Fuck! YES!!”

Paige felt her sister’s body suddenly stiffen above her, she heard a loud gasp, and then — wow, Gwen’s vagina got so wet! There was like a flood of sticky warm juices coming out of her sister. Some went in Paige’s mouth but a lot was running down her cheeks and her chin. Her face was soaked. But it tasted so good!

Then she heard her mother too, kind of screaming, saying all those dirty words. Paige liked that. It was really hot. She wished she could see her mom, she wanted to watch her, but all she could see was Gwen’s bottom and her pussy — and that was nice too, of course. She licked her sister some more, and she felt Gwen trying to lick her, only not very well.

Paige wanted the feeling now, she wanted it a lot. Maybe she could… do it herself a little bit. She squirmed a hand down between her body and Gwen’s, reaching for that spot where she’d rubbed before. She found it and put her fingers to work. It was wet there. It was where Gwen had been licking and sucking. Paige rubbed herself, and then she felt Gwen’s tongue going down lower, kind of inside her a little bit, really warm and nice.

Gwen was breathing hard, her eyes watery, her pussy still aflame, her body shuddering with residual spasms… but she wanted to do it for Paige. She tried to lick her again, and then she felt fingers there, her sister’s fingers. Paige was rubbing her clit. It made Gwen smile. She shifted slightly, starting to lick a little lower, running her tongue up and down in the girl’s juicy slit. Ah, and there, yes, there was her opening, her little vagina. I wonder if I could get my tongue inside?

Eve never stopped. She’d had one orgasm and as she opened her eyes again she continued rubbing herself, watching Gwen lick Paige, hearing Paige moan, seeing her wince, her face in a grimace. She must be getting close. I want to come with her, thought Eve. I came with Gwen, now I want to come with Paige. God I love watching them, I love watching young girls having lesbian sex — especially my own daughters!

The bees were back again, Paige realized, more than ever, buzzing and swarming and making honey, so much honey — the whole inside of her like a hot swirly — like a — like — and then she climaxed.

—————

Fifteen minutes later, the lights were out and they were ready for sleep, this time for good.

Eve was happier than she had ever been in her whole life. Who could have imagined at the beginning of their vacation, not even 48 hours ago, that they would end up having sex together, she and her two girls. It was unbelievable, and so wonderful.

She gently stroked their backs as they snoozed beside her, cuddling close. How lucky I am, she thought. What good fortune it was for us to meet up with Angela and Bambi, such serendipity. She kissed each of her daughters on the forehead, sighed deeply, and soon drifted off, a smile on her face.

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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 5

  • Posted on August 26, 2015 at 1:29 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

As Cheryl and Tina were getting up to start the day, Jennifer and Lisa had already begun their day’s work. They were anxious for this day to end since they were meeting their new, twelve-year-old lovers at the mall that afternoon. Their principal was good about letting the teachers leave early for the day as long as they would be able to finish by the time they left on Friday. The important thing about today was to make sure grades were in, and the two teachers had kept this up so there wasn’t much to do except get their work in, so they each sat at a computer in the school’s library and completed this first. After that, they just needed to get their rooms ready for next year. Mr. Gladstone was happy to let them leave early and take the remainder of the week off as long as they didn’t have any workshops to attend.

When they finished submitting their grades, they left the library to begin preparing their rooms for next year. Their goal was to finish everything today so they didn’t need to come back again until August, which would give them more time with Susan and Heather this week.

When they arrived at their rooms across the hall from each other, they were surprised to see Susan and Heather already there waiting for them. Jennifer and Lisa were surprised, but not upset they were there, but nothing could happen as long as they were in the school building, so they were a bit confused as to why the girls were waiting outside their rooms.

“Hi, girls,” Jennifer said. “Um, why are you here?”

“We wanted to come help you with your classrooms so you could finish work early. No telling what you might want to do instead or where you might want to go,” said Susan, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“Well, uh, why don’t you…um…come into my room and we’ll talk,” said Jennifer, not sure what the girls thought could happen before the end of the day.

The four of them entered the room after Jennifer unlocked it and sat in desks facing each other. Looking at the door, which Jen had now closed, Lisa said, “Girls, you know we can’t do anything while we are here, don’t you?” She was hoping the girls didn’t think this was like sneaking into the woods yesterday. Moans and screams here would draw a lot of attention.

“Of course,” said Heather. “We just wanted to help you is all. Can’t you leave once everything is done for the day?”

“Yes, sweetie, but I don’t think it would be a good idea to be seen driving off with you two in the car with us,” said Jennifer.

They hadn’t thought of that, but Susan had an idea. “We can just catch a crosstown bus. There’s one that stops just outside the school and goes to the mall. And that’s near your apartment, isn’t it Miss Simmons?”

“First, you can go ahead and call us Jennifer and Lisa if we’re going to be lovers,” said Jennifer.

“Okay…Jennifer” Susan said, trying to get used to calling her teacher by her first name. “But that is near your apartment, right?”

Jennifer and Lisa looked at one another, gauging each other’s reaction to this. They knew it wasn’t unusual for students to volunteer to help favorite teachers on workdays like this one, but they didn’t want to raise any suspicions.

Finally, Lisa said, “Okay, I know I could use the help, but absolutely NO shenanigans. Is that clear?”

“As a bell,” said Susan, grinning.

“Crystal,” smiled Heather.

Heather joined Lisa while Susan stayed with Jennifer, and they began packing things to be stored in cabinets over the summer.

—————

Cheryl and Tina had showered and dressed and were having a quick breakfast. She was happy for the luck of having the day off. She had originally planned to surprise her daughters with a trip to the local zoo, but this would be more fun. She had considered telling Tina about the camera in their room, but decided against it. Such a device could still come in handy, and the girls might feel self-conscious knowing their mother might be watching them, and she didn’t want them to be uncomfortable.

Tina looked at her Cheryl putting on makeup for the day. She was truly a beautiful woman. She was only thirty years old and still had a model’s figure: tall and slim with perfectly shaped breasts that were neither too small nor too big for her body. Her blonde hair hung just past her shoulders, which she kept tanned year round since they lived in south Florida and she could go sleeveless most days.

Tina watched her mother and decided to ask some questions that had surfaced since they’d made love that morning.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Cheryl chuckled at the question. Tina was gorgeous. “Very!” she said, smiling at Tina’s reflection in her dressing table mirror.

“Do you think I’m sexy?”

Cheryl didn’t chuckle at this question. This was obviously going in a direction that had something to do with their morning activities. She stopped putting on makeup and looked at Tina, holding her gaze. “I think you are maybe the sexiest girl your age on the planet.” Her tone denoted the seriousness with which she felt this.

Tina nodded, as if she expected the answer. “How long have you thought I’m sexy?”

Cheryl felt there were some sort of ground rules for this conversation she wasn’t aware of but needed to know.

“Why do you ask that?”

“Just wondering.”

Cheryl put down her mascara and looked seriously at Tina again. “You seem to be heading somewhere with these questions.”

Tina shrugged. “I just wondered if you’ve ever, you know, had any kinds of dreams about me.”

“Baby, you’re in a lot of my dreams.”

“Well, not like…regular dreams.”

Ah. Now Cheryl had a suspicion where this was going. It had to do with the dream Tina’d had last night, but which she was not supposed to be aware of. “Do you mean do I ever have sex dreams about you?”

Tina shrugged again and nodded, not meeting her mother’s eyes.

Cheryl told the truth. “Well, I’ve had a lot of sexy daydreams about you. And Heather.”

“And Susan?”

“Yes,” Cheryl chuckled, “and Susan.”

“But never any…sleeping dreams?”

“Not that I can remember, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I did. Dreams are funny, you know. They are so present in your mind when you’re having them, but they disappear like fog in warm sunshine when you wake up.” Tina remained silent, thinking. “Why? Have you had any sex dreams about me?”

Again, without looking her mother in the eyes, Tina nodded.

“It’s okay if you’ve had them about me, no matter how weird they seem. I’m actually flattered. Have you ever had any daydreams about me?”

“You mean sexy ones?”

“Yes.”

Again, the nod. “I have them all the time. So does Heather.”

“And you both masturbate having these daydreams about me?”

Again, the nod. Tina seemed fascinated with a cotton lace doily on the dressing table that had belonged to Cheryl’s mother.

“Well, don’t let it bother you, baby. I masturbate when I have them about you and your sister, too.”

“And Susan?”

Cheryl laughed. “And Susan.”

Tina was tracing the pattern of the doily. “Do you want to tell me about your sleeping dream?”

Tina shrugged again in a ‘if you want me to’ sort of response and told about her dream. Cheryl listened until Tina told her the end of it, which involved waking to find Heather feasting on her pussy.

“It made me real excited for everyone to be watching me,” she concluded. “They all seemed to be there to make me feel good.”

“Sounds like a very sexy dream. So when you came in the dream, you woke up and were coming in your sister’s mouth?”

“Yeah. It was a real good one, too.”

“When did you have this powerfully sexy dream?” Cheryl asked, pretending not to know.

“This morning. Just talking about it with Heather and thinking of you actually doing that to me got me all hor… turned on again.”

Cheryl laughed. “You can say ‘horny’, baby. It’s alright.”

Tina looked at her mom and blushed.

Cheryl reached out and cupped Tina’s mound through her shorts. “And you don’t have to call this your pee-pee or vagina or vulva or any other childish or clinical word for it anymore. You can call it what it is. Your pussy or your twat or even your cunt.”

Cheryl’s hand lingered there for a moment while Tina looked at her and smiled and blushed. For the few seconds her hand remained cupping her daughter’s pussy, Cheryl could feel the softness of the hairless labia beneath the material of her shorts and cotton panties. The fabric was thin enough that she could even make out the slit that hid her most precious spot. The mound felt warm and wonderful to her touch. Then Cheryl realized she could feel a few more things. First, she could feel Tina moving her hips slightly to create a rubbing friction on her pussy. The movement was so slight it seemed subconscious. Then, she felt her own pussy grow warm and tender, the tingling of arousal just beginning again as she realized the touch of her hand had excited Tina as well. She became aware that if she chose, they could remain together in bed all day, satisfying each other. Cheryl knew her own libido was powerful enough for an all-day sex session with her eleven-year-old daughter, and she was gradually coming to the conclusion that her desire for sex might be nothing compared to Tina’s.

Taking a deep breath, she removed her hand and fanned herself to try to cool herself down. “Whew! Well,” she said, trying to regulate her breathing, “we should get ready to leave, or we never will and your sister will come home with Susan and find us making love.”

This reminded Tina of their plan to seduce their mother. “Oh, Mommy, there’s one more thing.”

“What is it?”

“Heather and I were gonna seduce you tonight.”

“You were?” Again, she had to feign ignorance.

“Yeah, but I guess we don’t need to do that now, huh?”

Cheryl stood and looked at herself in the full-length mirror that was attached to the door to her walk-in closet. She was wearing her favorite cotton low-rider shorts and a t-shirt that said, “Rock My World” on it, which was a local bar and grill. Tina had on the pastel blue cotton shorts and a t-shirt she’d gotten at Disney World that had Cinderella’s castle on it. Cheryl saw for the first time that the shorts were a bit too small, contributing to a clear camel toe in the front and a clear outline of her butt crack in back, but she decided not to make her change them. This way she might be able to tell if any other women were turned on by the sight. She wasn’t sure what she’d do about it if she noticed this, but she liked the idea of knowing she wasn’t alone in her lust for her younger daughter. Grabbing her purse, she decided they were ready to leave. All of this happened in maybe three seconds.

“Baby, by the time tonight comes, we’ll have had sex with your sister already.”

———

By noon Jennifer’s and Lisa’s classrooms were packed up and the boxes loaded into the cabinets to be ready for next year. The girls really were a big help, working quickly to get the room finished so they could get down to business with their sexy teachers. They all gathered in Jennifer’s room to make last minute plans for the day.

“We’ll meet you at the entrance to Macy’s near the food court,” Jennifer said.

“Okay,” Heather said, and the two girls stood there a moment, feeling awkward. “Would it be okay if we –”

“What?” Lisa asked.

“Could we, like… I don’t know… make out for a minute?” Heather asked, blushing.

Jennifer looked at the open door. Going to it, she softly closed it and the two women and two twelve-year-old girls stood in a corner that was not visible from the hallway in case someone passed by.

Taking Heather in her arms, Lisa leaned in and kissed the young girl for the first time. Heather immediately began to return the kiss fervently, her tongue darting into Lisa’s mouth and seeking Lisa’s tongue. Susan and Jennifer copied their movements, giving in to their passion for the moment. Their breathing told of their intense delight with the situation and how horny they were, how anxious to get to the apartment and make love.

Breaking their kisses, the two young girls switched partners and began making out once again. When they were through, all four of them had creamy panties. Lisa and Jennifer looked at each other, disbelief in their eyes as they both thought of how lucky they were that this was happening to them.

The girls left to catch the crosstown bus, and the teachers did some last minute tidying up, which also gave them time to compose themselves. Before leaving for the mall and their apartment, they sat in Lisa’s room for a moment and talked.

“This is going to be one wild day,” said Lisa, noticing the moisture that had collected in the gusset of her panties as it lay against her most intimate area.

“One wild summer, you mean. Hell, one wild year. They’ll be back next year too.”

“God, can you believe how well those girls kissed? It’s as if they’d been doing it all their lives.”

“Maybe they have. They’ve been going to school together for a long time; I checked the computer when we were doing our grades. They were in the same third grade class, so they’ve known each other at least that long,” Jennifer said.

“How long do you think they’ve been intimate with each other?”

“I don’t know,” said Jennifer, “but we are the lucky beneficiaries of their talents.”

The women rose and, locking their doors, went to their car and drove off toward the mall.

————

“Where are we going?” asked Tina.

“I thought we’d go to the mall and look around some.” Cheryl tried to keep her voice nonchalant.

“The mall?” asked Tina, suddenly nervous. It was fine that she was now having sex with her mom and Heather soon would be too, but she wasn’t sure Heather would be too thrilled about Mom showing up at the mall and possibly seeing her and Susan going off with their teachers. Knowing what she knew now, Mom might get suspicious and ruin their day.

“Yes. I could use a new bra, and I figured we could have some lunch and just hang out there. Maybe get you some new shorts. Those are getting a bit small. Your camel toe is showing.”

“What’s that?” Tina asked, never having heard the term.

“Camel toe?”

“Yeah.”

“Look at your pussy. See the way your vulva make a sort of shape in your shorts, showing where the slit is and where your pussy lips are kind of bulging out a bit? That looks like the bottom of a camel’s foot, also called a camel toe. People call the outline of a girl’s pussy that shows through an article of clothing a camel toe, and they find them to be very sexy.”

Tina looked at her shorts with a more critical eye and realized they were getting too small. She could feel the fabric pushing into her pussy, which felt good, and she could see the shape her mother was talking about. She’d not paid much attention to things like that before because she just liked the feeling of her tight shorts riding up her two cracks. Now, however, she was slightly embarrassed that people might be able to make out her pussy through the material.

As far as going to the mall, though, she couldn’t very well suggest they not go. That was one of her favorite things to do, so if Heather and Susan got caught, that was their problem.

As her mother drove, Tina began to think about people possibly being able to make out her pussy through her shorts and realized she wasn’t that embarrassed at all. In fact, she found she was rather excited by the idea. She did not know what the word exhibitionist meant, but if it were explained to her, she would realize she was one. She loved the idea of people looking at her most intimate areas and getting turned on. She imagined herself walking through the mall in a see-through dress with no panties. Pretty girls she knew from school became a part of her fantasy. She imagined them seeing her and suddenly striking up conversations, obviously wanting to do more than look at her through the dress. She imagined a young salesgirl, perhaps eighteen, at one of the stores seeing her and offering to help her as she tried on different articles of clothing, all of them transparent. She saw the attractive young salesgirl of her fantasy finally breaking down and molesting her in the dressing room. Well, molesting might not be the right word since it suggested she wouldn’t like it, but she would.

As they pulled into the mall parking lot, Tina realized she was getting quite horny thinking about her fantasy and decided she would have to see about going to the mall with Heather sometime and seeing if she could seduce one of the young salesgirls there. High school girls often worked the summers at the mall, especially in clothing stores. The idea was really starting to heat up her pussy. Looking down at her lap, she saw there was a hint of moisture that had leaked through to show itself to the world. This, too, made her happy. Hopefully, another girl would notice and get turned on thinking of her.

As luck would have it, Tina saw Susan and Heather walking across the mall parking lot toward Macy’s outside entrance as they pulled in.

“Oh, look!” said Cheryl. “There’s Susan and Heather!”

Cheryl had not known where the girls would meet their teachers. She had come here hoping to run into the two girls at some point as they waited for them. She chalked this sighting up to pure luck, which seemed to be on her side today. She parked the car, and she and Tina got out and walked toward the Macy’s entrance that the girls had disappeared into.

Entering the store, Cheryl looked around, hoping to spot the girls without being spotted herself, at least not yet. At first she didn’t see them, but she caught a glimpse of them as they headed toward the mall entrance. She thought they were headed for the food court just beyond that doorway and slowed when she figured they would probably be there for at least thirty minutes while they ate some lunch. She knew Heather had her allowance and would have no trouble paying for her food.

Cheryl stopped at the intimate apparel section on her way to the food court. She searched for a suitable brassiere while Tina looked through them with her.

“What size bra do you wear, Mom?”

“I wear a 34 C,” she answered.

“How about this one?” Tina asked, holding up a black lacy one with red piping along the edges.

“Do you think I should wear that one?” Cheryl asked.

“I think you’d look sexy in it,” Tina said, her eyes twinkling with the thought of her hot mommy wearing the undergarment.

“Well, I don’t think it would go over well at work if I wore a white blouse and everyone could see this through it. I think I’ll pass,” she laughed.

They continued searching and found a suitable one, not as sexy as the one Tina had found, but a nice one that Cheryl liked. She paid and they began to leave Macy’s, moving toward the food court in the mall when she saw Heather and Susan walking in their direction, accompanied by Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor, the two young teachers.

Cheryl had met them before at a school open house and had thought they were extremely attractive and sexy, but seeing them now and knowing what she knew about them caused her pussy to swell and twitch. The warmth of her approaching passion spreading from her middle outward into her extremities. She felt her face flush with the heat that was emanating from her center.

Taking a deep breath, she approached them.

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Susan saw them first. Heather’s mom and sister approaching them as they walked with Jennifer and Lisa toward the exit. She could tell they’d been seen, so there was no way to duck out and avoid them.

Fuck! This was going to be totally awkward!

“Heather!” Susan hissed. “Look who’s here!” She nodded toward Heather’s family as they moved toward them.

“Oh, shit!” Heather said.

“What is it?” asked Lisa, but before Heather could answer, her mom was there with Tina right behind.

“Hello! Miss Taylor, isn’t it?” Cheryl said, extending her hand to the bewildered teacher. Of course, Lisa had no idea this was Heather’s mother. She was just thinking this was a parent of one of her students.

“Yes, it is. I’m sorry, but I don’t recall your name.”

“Oh, sorry, I’m Cheryl, Heather’s mother.”

The two teachers looked at each other in a near panic. How would they explain being with the two young girls, one the daughter of the woman they’d just met? Lisa and Jennifer, in their embarrassment and shock, could not think of any one of a thousand plausible reasons. The sheer unexpected nature of this encounter had thrown them off completely.

“Oh…uh…yes…well…um, hi,” Jennifer offered, thinking she sounded like an idiot.

“Yes…um…yes…we were…um…walking through the mall…and ran into your daughter and her friend Susan. This is Susan,” Lisa stumbled through the greeting, introducing Susan to Cheryl.

“Well, of course she knows Susan,” said Jennifer, trying to salvage the awkward introduction of a girl who’d obviously known Heather’s mother for years. “She’s her mom.”

“She’s not Susan’s mom,” said Lisa.

“I know she’s not. She’s Heather’s mom. Certainly she knows Susan,” Jennifer answered. Then turning to Cheryl, she added to their embarrassment. “I mean, don’t you?”

Cheryl, in the meantime, was enjoying their nervousness and shock at seeing her. Of course, she knew their plans, supported them, in fact, and it was funny seeing them react the way they were to being interrupted on their way to their private orgy.

“Let’s go sit down and chat while Tina and I have some lunch,” Cheryl said, indicating they should return to the food court.

“Well, we were actually just leaving…” Jennifer began, but Cheryl cut her off.

“No, I think you should come listen to what I know about your plans for today.” Her words carried enough of a threat that the teachers followed Cheryl to the food court. Cheryl had not meant to convey any threat; it was simply what the teachers heard because of their own state of mind. Cheryl didn’t want them to leave because they were now a part of her plans for the day.

When Cheryl went to Subway to order sandwiches for herself and Tina, she asked that the teachers accompany her. When they got halfway to the counter, Cheryl turned to them and spoke frankly.

“First, please don’t panic. I have no intention of causing any problems for you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Lisa, having decided they should just deny any accusations.

“I’m talking about the orgy you were planning with Heather and Susan.”

“The what?!” said Lisa, feigning disbelief.

“Please, don’t deny it. I heard Heather telling her sister about it this morning.”

“She was making it up,” said Jennifer. Fear gripped her and she felt her throat closing with the intensity of it, as if an unseen hand had reached out and began slowly squeezing.

“I hope you’re not serious. Otherwise, none of us will make love with them today, including me.”

This stopped the teachers from speaking as the meaning of what Cheryl had said gradually became clear. Jennifer calmed a bit, looking at Lisa. They saw the relief begin to creep into each other’s eyes, as it slowly dawned on them they might not be going to jail after all.

“You mean you…have sex…with your daughter?” Jennifer asked.

“Well, not yet, but I was hoping to get an invitation to your place today as well.”

“What about your other daughter?” asked Lisa.

“Oh, we already made love for the first time today after Heather left the house. You see, I have a nanny cam in their room, along with a mic. I have everything she said on my computer, and it seems she and Susan are rather taken with you two.” She looked at Jennifer. “Did you have fun with them yesterday? I do wish I’d been there.”

Lisa and Jennifer both wondered if this was some sort of insane ploy to get them to admit to having sex with the girls, so they said nothing. Cheryl, figuring this out, motioned for Tina to come over to them.

When she arrived at the small gathering, Cheryl looked at her and said, “Tell them what we did this morning.”

Tina looked questioningly at her mother. Did she mean what they really did, or was this about buying the bra? She was confused. Certainly, she didn’t want her to admit they had made love, did she? She knew what they were going to do with Heather and Susan, but did Mommy know too?

“Go ahead, honey. The truth. What did we do together before we took a shower this morning?”

Yes, Tina thought, that was exactly what she wanted her to tell them. Oh, well, Mommy must know what she’s doing.

“We had sex.”

Jennifer and Lisa were fascinated. “What, exactly, did you do together?” Jennifer asked.

Tina was still confused, but she plunged ahead. “We kissed, sucked each other’s boobs, and licked each other’s pussy. Stuff like that.”

Lisa, seeing that they were caught, not to mention that Cheryl was extremely attractive, admitted their plans. “Okay, we were going to our place to, well, have some fun.”

“Are we invited?” Cheryl asked the two women, who were finally able to breathe.

“The more the merrier,” said Lisa.

Smiling, Cheryl leaned in and gave each of them a peck on the lips. Nothing flagrantly sexual, just a peck. She smiled at them, and taking Tina’s hand, led her to the counter at Subway.

Jennifer and Lisa returned to the table where Heather and Susan waited.

“Your mom knows,” said Lisa.

“You mean KNOWS, knows?” asked Heather.

“Yes.”

“Omigod! She’s gonna kill me!”

“I doubt it,” said Jennifer. “She just invited herself to the orgy.”

Heather stared at Jennifer and Lisa before gaping at Susan. This was surreal.

“At least Tina and I don’t have to worry about seducing her,” Heather finally said.

“Oh, she’s already had sex with Tina,” added Jennifer.

Heather turned her gaze to her mother and sister. “Oh…my…god!”

As Cheryl and Tina approached the Subway counter to order, Tina noticed the girl behind it looking at her pussy. She glanced down at herself and noticed the camel toe was prominent. Looking back at the girl, who looked about eighteen, she smiled and, holding the server’s gaze, she looked purposefully down at her pussy again and back up at the server, who seemed shocked that she was flirting with her, but also rather intrigued.

Tina wondered what would happen if she could follow her into the girls’ restroom.

Continue on to Chapter 6

 

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Serendipity, Chapter 23

  • Posted on August 25, 2015 at 3:55 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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With her fingers, Eve carefully opened Gwen’s inner labia. Her daughter’s vagina was revealed to her, pink and moist and tight, still virgin except for the girl’s own fingers. Eve leaned in and placed a kiss just in the center. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the scent, so intoxicating, then parted her lips and tasted her.

Gwen was shaking again, but this time it felt good. She wasn’t scared any more, not at all, just totally turned on. She smiled at Paige, lying naked beside her. Both girls were on their backs. Gwen took her little sister’s hand, squeezing it. And then they heard their mother’s voice.

“Tell me, you guys, how it feels, to have your mom kiss you this way,” Eve requested. She was smiling up at them from between their legs, between kisses. “I want you to tell me.”

Gwen turned to Paige again, who inclined her head as if to say, you go first. So the older girl began, “Um, well, it feels nice. I mean, I like how your lips feel, kind of warm and soft…”

“Uh-huh,” Eve replied. “And how does it feel to know that it’s your mom kissing you like this?”

“Well,” Gwen grinned, “I guess it’s kinda weird, but, I don’t know, I really like it. I mean, it makes it even better in a way, more exciting, to know, um… that, like, even though you’re my mother and everybody says it’s wrong, you want me so much you don’t care what they say. You know?”

She glanced at Paige, who was nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, me too,” added the 11-year-old. “Maybe people say it’s bad, I don’t know, but it seems like this is how it should be. I mean, you love us and everything, right? So why shouldn’t you do it? I’m glad you are.”

Paige smiled at her mother, who returned the smile before planting another wet kiss on the girl’s vulva.

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Kissing me and kissing me, again and again, because she loves me so much. Just kissing me and kissing me.

Debby loved how it felt. She tried to open her legs even wider so her mommy could kiss her everywhere, kiss her anywhere she wanted to, even inside her. That felt really good, when her mother would kiss her right in the middle and especially when she licked her there. Debby never knew before how good it would feel, never even thought about it. But now, having her mommy’s tongue down there, licking her, even going inside her, it felt so nice, so warm and wet and perfect. It was making her get all squirmy and happy in her tummy, like a big surprise was coming.

Whether or not she climaxes, I don’t care, thought Bridget. It doesn’t really matter if she’s able to have an orgasm or if, at barely 9 years old, she’s still too young. All that’s important is that I’m here, loving her, making love to her, showing my daughter how I feel, how much I love her and want her.

She had just heard her sister, Sheila, bringing her own young daughter to climax, licking and sucking and eating Fiona’s pussy. Bridget hadn’t even looked up then, though. She’d smiled to herself, listening to the delicious sounds, but had kept her face planted between Debby’s legs, her lips caressing the child’s pussy lips, her tongue exploring the smooth warm furrow, dipping down to tease at the opening to her little vagina, then sliding up to tickle her clit.

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“We’re going to find your your mommy’s clit now, okay?” Angela said to the girl. “And then you can suck it for her. Would you like that?”

Amanda nodded, but her eyes were glazed, her mouth slack. The way Angela was rubbing her clit was bringing the girl very close to orgasm.

And — Angela, had to admit — the expert way her own daughter, Bambi, was licking and sucking her clit, not to mention fucking her vagina with her fingers, had brought her right to the edge once again as well. But this time, she vowed, she would definitely force herself to wait until the others were there before giving in to the ecstasy that awaited.

While continuing to stimulate Amanda’s little pussy with her fingers, Angela used her other hand to pull back the skin covering Tina’s clitoris. The nub was fully erect, glistening with juices, begging to be sucked.

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Sheila sat up, wiping her mouth. A big grin split her face. She’d just finished eating Fiona’s pussy for the very first time, bringing her 12-year-old daughter to an explosive orgasm. The girl appeared dazed now, her eyes closed, her arms and legs lying limp. She was still breathing hard, though, her mouth partly open, her narrow chest rising and falling.

Taking her own full breasts in her hands, Sheila squeezed them hard, pinching the nipples. She needed to come again, badly. One hand slid down between her legs, rubbing her clit, then pushing into her cunt. She was already close, it wouldn’t take long.

But Sheila wanted more than just to masturbate. She wanted to fuck her little girl.

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“Mom?” asked Paige.

“Yes, honey?”

“After, um, I mean, sometime can you show me how to do that too? You know, so I can have a chance to try it, like, with you, or with Gwen?”

Eve smiled. “You want to kiss me this way, sweetheart? Kiss your mother’s pussy?”

“Uh-huh,” the girl nodded.

“Okay, well, why don’t we do that right now?”

Paige’s eyes went wide. “Right now?”

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Sheila knelt beside Fiona. Gently turning the girl’s face to hers, she kissed her lips.

“Honey?”

“Mmh…” Fiona blinked, trying to focus “… Hi, Mom…”

“Hi, baby. I want to do something with you now,” Sheila whispered, “something I’ve done with Erin before, something very special. Okay?”

“Yeah, um… okay…. what is it?”

“I’ll show you.”

Lying atop her daughter, Sheila positioned her vulva directly over Fiona’s. Using her fingers to open their labia, she eased down, pressing their pussies together, abundant juices from both making a tight, slippery fit. She began to move.

But then she had an idea. She looked over at her sister, Bridget, who was still kissing and licking her own young daughter’s sweet little pussy.

“Bridget…” Sheila said softly.

The woman looked up. “Hm?”

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“Right now?” asked Paige, her eyes wide. “But, I can’t…”

Eve smiled at her daughter. “Sure you can, why not? You said you wanted to learn, and I want to be a good mom and teach you.”

“But — but — I don’t know how. I’ll do it wrong.”

“No, you won’t, sweetheart,” Eve chuckled, “I promise you won’t do it wrong. Besides, this is how you learn, right? By trying something?”

She crawled on top of the 11-year-old and gently kissed her lips, then moved up even higher.

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Amanda was almost there. The lady’s hand felt really great between her legs, helping her masturbate. Nobody else had ever touched her like that before, nobody except her mom. But the blonde lady with the big boobs, Angela, was doing it so good. Only a little longer, and she would get there.

Except she also wanted to do this with her mom, lick her and stuff. She was doing her best, trying to listen to what Angela said and everything, doing what she told her to do — but omigod those fingers were driving her crazy!

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“Look what I’m doing, honey,” Sheila said to her sister. “You could do it too, with Debby. You want to?”

Oh my god! The thought alone, all by itself, was almost enough to make Bridget come. Tribbing with her little girl was an incredibly hot idea. Yes, she did want to do it. Anyway, it didn’t seem like she’d be able to make Debby come by licking her, so maybe that way… it was worth a try.

Bridget slid her body up until her mound was pressing against her daughter’s. She looked over at Sheila to see how she was arranged, then decided it might work better for them in a scissors position. Lifting one of Debby’s thighs, she mounted her, pushing in, bringing their clits together. And then she began fucking the girl.

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When Angela recognized the signs of Amanda getting too close, she slowed down, moving her hand elsewhere for the moment. It was very tempting just to bring her immediately, that certainly would be fun, but they should take care of Tina first.

So, she eased her fingers away from Amanda’s clit and just cupped the child’s swollen vulva, pressing in slightly with her palm, keeping her warm, keeping her ready, and continued with her instruction.

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Her hands were on the girl’s breast buds, fondling them. Fiona’s legs were wrapped around Sheila’s back, clasped over her ass, pulling their pussies together. And her daughter’s mouth was on her tit, sucking her nipple while they fucked. Sheila was in heaven.

Beside them, Bridget was fucking her own little daughter, Debby, pussy to pussy.

Watching them and masturbating — and getting very close — was 15-year-old Erin. It was so hot, seeing all this nasty dirty sex, moms and daughters and pussies and nipples, sucking and fucking. She rubbed her clit and slid a finger up inside her own juicy cunt. She wanted to come.

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Gwen was almost in shock. It seemed like a dream. Her mom and her sister were having sex, right in front of her!

She knew all along, of course, that this was exactly why they were here, it’s what was supposed to happen. But now that it actually was, now that her mother was straddling her sister’s face, using her fingers to open her pussy, showing Paige just where she should lick her and everything — Gwen could hardly believe it was really true!

She moved in close so she could get a better look. She wanted to see it all, not miss a thing. Her mother caught her eye and smiled. And Gwen began masturbating as she saw her little sister lick her lips, extend her tongue, and then slide it inside their mom’s wet cunt.

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“See, honey? That’s your mommy’s clit,” said Angela. “Do you see how it’s sticking out for you now, all nice and big and pink?”

“Uh-huh. It’s pretty.”

“You’re right, it is. It’s very pretty.”

Angela gave the girl a quick kiss on the cheek, and then continued, “Now, sweetheart, I want you to lick her clit, only just a little bit, not too much… that’s right, lick her gently, good girl, very nice… now go around the edges, kind of in a circle around it, okay? Yes, that’s right. Mmm, I can tell how much she likes it. Look at her.”

Tina was gasping and groaning, her whole body shuddering, obviously in peak arousal.

“Keep doing it, honey, lick softly around the edges and only a little bit on the tip. Oh, that’s good, you’re very good at this.”

It was true. The child, at only 10 years old, seemed to have a natural aptitude for lesbian sex. Perhaps all little girls do, given the opportunity.

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Eve was amazed how quickly the girl had taken to this.

Despite her apparent nervousness and lack of confidence, no sooner had Eve parted her labia with her fingers, exposing her wet pussy to her daughter, than Paige quickly brought her mouth to her mother’s sex and began licking and sucking — doing it so well it made Eve wonder if she’d done this before, though she was quite certain she hadn’t. It was simply a natural aptitude.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, holding her breasts in her hands, lightly massaging them as she sat on the girl’s face — and just let her entire focus be her pussy.

Nothing else mattered now, nothing but Eve’s open pussy and her daughter’s warm tongue, her lips, her mouth, kissing and licking and tasting her, eating her, already bringing her close. Never mind the technique, if it was maybe a little sloppy, that didn’t matter at all — because fucking god it was so hot to have her 11-year-old daughter eating her cunt.

And now, she was, she was… Eve suddenly discovered that she was almost there, her climax singing up inside her, spiraling higher and higher, ready to erupt.

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Moving faster now and quickly getting close, Sheila tried to calm and pace herself, hoping to bring Fiona at the same time, if possible. That wasn’t easy, but she usually was able to do it with Erin, and it was wonderful when it worked out that way, climaxing together.

It looked like the girl was almost ready. She’d just released Sheila’s nipple from her mouth, seeming preoccupied with her looming orgasm. Her eyes were hooded, her lips wet, her cheeks flushed, forehead beaded with sweat.

“You wanna come for Mommy, honey?” Sheila said. “You wanna come while Mommy’s fucking you?”

“Uh-huh … yeah …” the child panted “… make me … come … fuck me … Mommy!”

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Shoving a finger deep inside her pussy, fucking herself hard as she watched her little sister licking her mom, Gwen reached climax.

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Tina was ready, Angela could tell, right on the edge. Amanda was ready too, very close to the edge. And Angela was certainly ready herself, hanging out over the edge, ready to take the plunge. It was almost time, only a few seconds longer. She took a very deep breath, clenching her teeth, willing herself to wait for the others.

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Sheila moved faster, faster — beneath her, Fiona was crying out, already climaxing — she’s coming, Sheila told herself, because I’m fucking her, her mother is fucking her — and then Sheila came as well.

Bridget was almost there too, next to them. She hadn’t expected to get so close so fast, but the atmosphere of incestuous lesbian lust was so arousing that she was very quickly right on the brink. And when she saw Fiona begin to come, and Sheila just after her, that put Bridget over the top. She came hard on her little girl.

As she watched the moms fucking their daughters, Erin climaxed and then fell down beside them, among them, exhausted and overcome.

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“All right, sweetie,” Angela said, her voice shaking uncharacteristically, “I want you to suck her clit now. That’s right, suck your Mommy’s clit, Amanda. Just put your mouth over it, like when you were sucking her nipple. That’s good, uh-huh. Now suck on it, baby.”

The little girl did, and then — “EEAHH!! FUCK!!!” Tina screamed — it took no time at all.

As she saw the woman’s legs snap together, clamping tight around her daughter’s face, Angela quickly resumed rubbing Amanda’s clit — and because the girl was already so close, she too climaxed almost immediately, that hot little cunt throbbing under her fingers, juices flowing out, dripping onto the bed.

Now, finally, Angela could let go as well. With a heavy sigh of relief, she closed her eyes, pictured Bambi’s cute face between her legs, eating her — and a tremendous orgasm jolted through her.

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“OHHHH!!!!”

Eve held Paige’s head tightly in her hands, pulling the girl’s face into her crotch, trying to force her cunt deep inside her mouth.

“OHHH!!!”

A climax that seemed it would never end, pulse after pulse of explosive erotic energy.

“OHH!!”

Until finally she came back to reality, and then realized what was happening — that she was practically suffocating her daughter.

Quickly releasing Paige from her grip, Eve dropped beside her on the bed. “Oh, sweetie, are you okay?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Paige grinned, her face covered with her mother’s sticky juices, “I’m great!”

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“I love you, baby,” Sheila whispered to Fiona as she rained kisses on the girl’s mouth, her cheeks, her nose, her eyes.

Still in a post-orgasmic haze, Fiona mumbled, “I love you too, Mom.”

It felt nice having her mother on top of her, her womanly body warm and comforting, giving her so many kisses. As her senses began to return, the girl hugged her mother, feeling deeply loved. That was really amazing what they had just done, something Fiona never knew was even possible. And it was awesome that she got to suck her mom’s nipple too, the same way she’d sucked her Aunt Bridget’s nipple the night before. She liked doing that a lot.

After some more kissing, Sheila rolled off of her younger daughter, squeezing between her and Erin. On the other side of Fiona was Debby, then Bridget. All the women and girls bunched in together, still fondling and caressing but gradually calming down.

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Angela was on her back now, with Bambi on top of her. They were kissing. She could taste her own sex on her daughter’s lips. It made her very happy.

Close to them on the large round bed in Angela’s suite, Tina and Amanda were kissing too. Angela could hear them saying how much they loved each other. She smiled to herself and kissed Bambi again. Then she said, “Let’s move up, sweetie.”

“Okay.”

She and Bambi shifted on the bed until they were beside Tina and Amanda with both girls, the faux twins, lying on their moms, kissing them.

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Eve leaned against the headboard, pushing her damp hair away and wiping sweat from her face, trying to cool off. She looked at Paige again. “Are you really sure I didn’t hurt you, honey? I’m so sorry.”

“No, Mom,” laughed the girl, sitting up, “I told you, I’m fine. It was fun!”

Gwen sat up too, sucking on her wet finger as she smiled at her mother and her little sister. She liked the way her pussy tasted. It made her wonder if her mom’s would taste the same, or Paige’s. Maybe tonight she would find out.

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Bridget lay beside her little girl, holding her. She was quite sure that Debby had not had an orgasm under her while they were tribbing, but Bridget certainly had, and it was a big one. What a joy it was to have sex with your own daughter!

Now the room was mostly quiet with only the sounds of soft breathing. Bridget nuzzled Debby’s hair, tenderly kissing her. The child seemed to be asleep, or nearly so. Were they all finished for the night? Perhaps they were, but… something told her otherwise, the lingering scent of pussy juice, the taste of sex still in the air.

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Paige and Gwen cuddled with Eve, one on either side. The sisters smiled at each other across their mother’s breasts.

Eve fanned her face. She was only 39, could she be getting hot flashes already? No, it had to just be that she was overheated with lesbian lust — for her own daughters! She looked down at the girls, petting their hair.

—————

As they kissed, somehow they moved closer together, until Angela’s face was right next to Tina’s and the little girls kissing their moms were nearly cheek to cheek. Then it was a simple move for Bambi to begin kissing Amanda and Angela to kiss Tina. From there the kisses grew almost random, lips and tongues and hot breath going everywhere, girls, women, moms, daughters, soon merging into a sloppy but tantalizing four-way lesbian kiss.

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Gwen and Paige grinned at one another again, and then in unison, as if choreographed, each took a breast in hand, raised it to her mouth, and began sucking on the nipple.

“Oh god that’s nice,” sighed Eve.

Although she had just enjoyed a titanic orgasm while sitting on her younger daughter’s face, the woman felt a renewed stirring between her legs, the sucking action on both breasts igniting her libido once again. She squeezed her thighs together, stimulating her clit.

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Angela was still very turned on — nothing unusual for her, of course — but she could tell that the young ones were getting sleepy. It was quite late, and so she put her sex drive on hold for a little while, letting their kisses ease off into soft, gentle, soothing, restful, goodnight smooches…

Amanda, then Bambi, slid off to the side of their moms, cuddled in close, and both soon were asleep. The women whispered a few words to each other, shared one more lingering kiss, and then the lights were turned off. They slept.

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Bridget was surprised. After Sheila finished kissing Fiona and then snuggled in between her daughters, she thought they might do more. But other than some nice caresses and a few more kisses, they’d quickly quieted.

What a day it had been! What a couple of days! Just last night she had learned that her sister Sheila was having sex with Erin, her teenage daughter. And now, only a little more than 24 hours later, the whole family, both families, two moms and three daughters, were openly sharing their love with each other sexually. Things certainly could change quickly sometimes. And it was only just beginning… what would the next few years bring, as Debby got older, and Fiona and Erin too?

It was hard for Bridget to fall asleep. She could tell by the sounds of contented breathing that the others were already in dreamland, but her mind was still racing. She wondered if she should get up and turn off the light in the hall. But no, it felt so nice being where she was, so cozy and warm with Debby in her arms, snoozing away. She yawned and closed her eyes. Never mind about the light. Just rest now, breathe deeply, smell the sex in the room, kiss your daughter one more time, be happy… be happy, and sleep.

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“Jesus Fuck! That’s so hot!” Eve shoved a hand down to her crotch and started rubbing herself. It felt as if her cunt was on fire.

Her language startled not only Paige and Gwen, but Eve herself, because she never talked that way. She was by nature a conservative woman, even rather prim at times, but the events of the past two days and nights had brought a whole new side of her out into the open.

Gwen and Paige smiled to each other as they continued sucking their mom’s hard nipples while glancing down to see what she was doing with her hand. Then, in another unspoken communication, they silently and mutually agreed upon their next move.

Leaving the delicious breasts, the sisters slid down on the bed until they were side by side between Eve’s outstretched legs. They pushed her thighs even farther apart, shared a soft kiss, and then bent down to lick their mother’s pussy.

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Serendipity, Chapter 22

  • Posted on August 23, 2015 at 12:50 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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“Amanda, honey,” Angela said, “would you like me to teach you something very special?”

The girl lifted her head, her Mommy’s wet nipple slipping from her mouth. She grinned, nodding eagerly.

“Tina, is it all right with you if I show Amanda something she should know, something every girl should learn?”

“Uh, what?” Tina mumbled, trying to focus. “Yeah, um… okay.”

She wasn’t quite sure what the woman had in mind. It couldn’t be, it couldn’t possibly be what she was thinking it might be, could it??

“Sweetie,” Angela beckoned to Amanda, “you come down here with me now.”

Giggling, the child moved down the bed until she was lying naked on her tummy between her mother’s spread legs, propped up on her elbows, right next to the lady with the big boobs.

“Bambi, you come and watch too. You can always learn more.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

When both little girls were in place, Angela winked at Tina, then turned to Amanda. “My mother taught me how to do what I’m going to show you when I was 10 years old, the same age you are now. It was fun, and I’m very glad she showed me. I taught Bambi how to do it when she was even younger, when she was only 7, didn’t I, sweetheart?”

Bambi nodded happily, and her mother gave her a quick kiss on the lips, ruffling her hair.

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Kissing. Just kissing and looking. For now that was all she wanted.

Bridget knew it was an obsession, a fetish she had, for little girl pussies, the smooth puffy slit of a pre-pubescent child unadorned by hair, nothing to get in the way of a woman’s lips or her tongue. Just thinking about it made her wet — and now she could do so much more than just think about it. She could do almost anything she wanted with Debby, her own daughter.

For now, though, kissing and looking was all she wanted. Gazing at that perfect innocent pussy, and then gently kissing it, just kissing it again and again.

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“All right, let’s get started,” Angela said softly. “The first thing, sweet Amanda, is for you to know what you’re looking at when you find yourself between a woman’s legs, or a girl’s legs. Okay?”

The girl nodded.

“Now, this is —”

“I know what some of it is,” Amanda interrupted. “We had this special thing at school, in science. They showed us a movie and it told us stuff. I knew some of it before anyway, though.”

“That’s very good,” Angela smiled. “So you have a head start. Excellent. Now then, can you show me where your mother’s labia is?”

“Labia… um… that’s this big part, right?” she pointed.

“Yes, exactly. There are actually two parts of the labia, the inner and the outer. But we don’t have to worry about all that now.”

“We learned that too.”

“Good,” Angela chuckled. The child certainly did seem to be a bright student.

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Sheila was masturbating again. Actually, she had never stopped. She was quite capable of multiple repeated orgasms and was feeling intensely aroused right now, on the edge of another one almost constantly.

She was on her knees, panting, sweating, rubbing her clit, fucking herself and looking at the scene… her sexy daughters, Erin and Fiona, lying nude in front of her, recovering from their own recent climaxes… and Debby, the sweet 9-year-old, on her back with her mother, Bridget, Sheila’s sister, actually kissing her little girl’s pussy, kissing it again and again.

Debby’s gaze flitted around, from her mother, down between her legs, to her cousins, lying near her, to her Aunt Sheila, then back to her mom, and then to Sheila again, to her face, and now down lower, down there, watching her fingers sliding up and down, getting all wet, moving so fast. She liked watching that.

“I’m gonna come again, honey,” Sheila said, as she caught Debby’s eye. “You know what your Mommy told you, an orgasm?”

The girl nodded.

“That’s — that’s what I’m gonna have, baby — another, another orgasm — with, while you — while you watch — watch m—UNGHH!!” Sheila climaxed hard.

—————

They’d started slowly, just a few tender kisses, but soon Eve and Gwen were deeply involved, breathing hard, clutching, moaning, kissing wetly, the teen on her back, her mother on top of her, their naked bodies pressing together, legs entwined.

Paige was on her knees, watching them. She’d seen Bambi and Amanda kiss like that, and it was very exciting. But this was her mom and her sister!!! That was even more exciting, a hundred times more exciting.

Almost unconsciously, instinctively, Paige began touching herself, fingers caressing her hairless pussy, playing with her clit… and as she watched her mom and her sister kissing, and as she rubbed herself, she discovered something. The bees were back… the buzzing, humming, and that swirling hot honey feeling deep inside her. She peered down between her legs. Yes, there it was, oozing out of her.

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“See how wet she is? I haven’t touched her or anything yet, but look at how she’s dripping,” Angela said to Amanda.

“I know,” replied the little girl. “She gets that way when we masturbate. So do I.”

They were side by side, lying prone on Angela’s bed between Tina’s outstretched legs. Bambi was with them too. All three were naked, as was Tina. A viscous stream of golden liquid shone between the woman’s pussy lips, dripping down, not quite reaching the sheets.

“Close your eyes for a second,” Angela instructed, “and just breathe. Take a deep breath. That smell is so nice, isn’t it? The aroma of feminine sex, like pussy perfume.”

Bambi and Amanda did as they were told, both enjoying the scent.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now. And Amanda, move in real close here. Even closer. That’s right, good. Now I want you to just blow a little bit, blow on your mommy’s pussy. Your warm breath will feel good to her. Blow a little harder, until you move the pussy hair. There you go.”

They heard Tina moan. Her legs opened even wider. Her labia began to part, all by themselves. Strands of sticky moisture stretched between the swollen lips.

“I want you to taste her now, okay? But just with the tip of your tongue. Move in, honey, put your tongue out and lick her there. That’s good, very nice. Lick your mommy’s juices, taste her. Do you like how she tastes?”

Amanda nodded happily, actually smacking her lips.

“That’s a good girl,” Angela grinned, feeling delighted and very aroused. She squeezed her own thighs together, stimulating her clit.

“And look, just from licking her a little bit, see how she’s opened up even more? Like the petals of a flower? You can see inside her now, inside your mommy’s vagina, her cunt. Do you ever use words like that?”

“Yeah, we do. My mom says it makes it more fun. It gets her excited. She tells me to fuck her cunt with my finger and stuff like that.”

“Oh my, that’s nice.” Turning to her own daughter, Angela kissed the girl tenderly on the lips, and then whispered, “Bambi, will you… take care of me, while I show Amanda what to do?”

Knowing exactly what was wanted, Bambi eagerly moved down on the big round bed until she was on her back between her mother’s legs, her mouth positioned at the woman’s smoothly waxed vulva. With her fingers, she parted the labia and slid her tongue between the folds. Angela groaned in pleasure.

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Debby stared at her Aunt Sheila while she was having that thing, an ‘orgasm’ they said it was. She got kind of red all over, her face and her chest, and squeezed her hands between her legs, making all those sounds, almost like she was crying but she sure didn’t seem sad at all, she seemed happy. When she finished, she opened her eyes and looked right at Debby, smiling at her.

Fiona was watching closely too. Seeing her mother climax that way, showing her pussy to Debby and everyone else, made Fiona very excited. She put her hands between her legs and started rubbing herself. And then she thought of something, of what she’d said earlier that day, that she wanted her mom to love her the same way she loved Erin. She really did want that. She wanted it now.

Feverish with lust, shivering with excitement, 12-year-old Fiona opened her legs, spreading them wide apart. She used her fingers to pull back her pussy lips. Her heart was pounding. “Mom?” she said.

Sheila turned toward her daughter.

“Mom? Will you lick me?”

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As Eve finished a long, passionate kiss with Gwen, she pulled away slightly, smiling at her daughter, nuzzling her nose, the pair of them giggling like teenagers in love. She looked at the girl’s inviting mouth, her full lips moist and shining. Eve’s tongue darted out, licking at the corner of Gwen’s mouth, bringing still more excited laughter.

After another quick kiss on the lips, she slid down and began nuzzling her daughter’s throat, licking and sucking the warm skin, hearing the girl moan with pleasure. Her hands found small tits with sharp erect nipples. Eve squeezed the nipples between her fingers, and then her mouth was at a breast, licking, teasing, now sucking on the nipple and even gently biting it.

Then she heard a cry.

Without warning Paige was climaxing again, only the second orgasm of her young life. It came on her suddenly as she saw her mom licking and biting her sister’s nipple. She gasped and groaned, hands clenched tightly over her pussy, hot juices dribbling between her fingers. Her body shuddered as powerful spasms radiated from her center, nearly overwhelming her.

—————

“Mom? Will you lick me?” Fiona asked.

“Oh, my sweet baby!” Brimming over with love and lust, nearly sobbing with joy, Sheila fell on top of her daughter, taking the girl in her arms, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose, her mouth again.

“Yes, baby, yes, I will lick you.”

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“Oh, sweetie, that’s so beautiful!”

Quickly sitting up, Eve gathered Paige into her arms, hugging her tightly. The child was still atremble, aftershocks coursing through her, gradually receding. Eve held her close, stroking her back, kissing her neck, murmuring to her.

Tears came to the woman’s eyes as she thought how happy she was, how lucky she was to see her little girl climax, to be there watching her daughter have an orgasm, experiencing it with her. It was so wonderful, and so intensely arousing too.

She kissed Paige’s mouth. The girl was slowly beginning to calm down, to breathe more easily. Eve kissed her again. “You’re so beautiful. I’m so happy.” She kissed her again and again.

“Thanks, Mom,” was all Paige could utter.

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“Put your tongue in there again now,” Angela said to Amanda, smiling to herself as she felt Bambi’s tongue doing just what she was asking the other 10-year-old girl, her daughter’s ‘twin’, to do with her own mother.

She watched as Amanda leaned forward, licking somewhat tentatively. It certainly had an effect on Tina, though, who sighed, “Ohh, yes,” as she clutched at her own breasts, pinching the hard nipples.

Angela drew back for a moment to admire Amanda’s slim young body. Almost boyish in shape, but smoother and softer and with, of course, that special treasure between her legs. She placed a hand on the child’s round little bottom, feeling its firmness. Squeezing gently, her fingers eased into the crack. She licked her lips. Sliding her hand in deeper, probing, she found warmth, moisture, the steamy heat of a girl’s aroused sex.

Amanda looked up at the woman, her pretty blue eyes bright with anticipation. “Can you help me masturbate?”

“Yes, darling, I can do that,” Angela smiled, leaving her hand where it was, fingering the slippery wetness. “I’d love to, I will. But let’s do this at the same time, okay? Put your tongue back in there again. I want you to lick her from the bottom right up toward the top. Start down low, that’s right. Now make your tongue kind of flat and move it up slowly, all the way up, like you’re licking an ice cream. That’s good, very good.”

Angela heard Tina moaning again, she saw Amanda happily licking and then swallowing as she lapped up her mother’s juices, she rubbed her fingers on the child’s pussy, inside her slit now, she smelled the pungent aroma of female sex, her own and Tina’s and Amanda’s and possibly Bambi’s too, she felt her daughter’s mouth on her clit, licking and sucking — and all of it together was quickly bringing her very close.

She would wait, though, she wouldn’t climax yet, not for a while. She could control her orgasms, allowing the pressure to build but not giving in until she was ready. Right now she had a more important priority, showing Amanda how to lick her mother’s pussy.

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“Lie down by your sister, okay? I want to look at the two of you together.”

“Okay.”

Paige was finally recovered. This orgasm was if anything even stronger than the first one she’d had, earlier that afternoon. She still felt a little dizzy, but was glad to do as her mother asked. She lay next to Gwen, the sisters smiling at each other.

Eve gazed at them, at their vulvas, side by side. “So beautiful,” she breathed, mostly to herself. She bent down for a better look.

At 16 years old, Gwen’s pussy was almost fully developed. The lips were thick and full. Her dark pubic hair was not shaved but was closely trimmed to a neat triangle. Paige, by contrast, still had no visible pubic hair on her smooth white labia, or very little. Moving in still closer, Eve could maybe see a few traces of fine hair beginning to grow there. It made her smile.

“Honey? Paige? Is it okay if I kiss you here? Do you mind?”

“Um, no, I don’t mind… I’d like it.”

“Good.”

Eve brought her lips very close and kissed her daughter’s pussy.

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Kissing Debby’s pussy, kissing and kissing, again and again, and now licking her too — Bridget could hardly believe she was really doing it. But she was! She kissed and licked her little girl’s pussy, feeling the puffy labia begin to open beneath her lips and then her tongue was inside, actually within her daughter’s slit, sliding up and down, going everywhere. God she was in heaven.

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“Look, honey,” Angela whispered to Amanda, “look how excited your mommy is getting.”

The 10-year-old had been doing quite a good job, under careful tutelage, of licking all around inside her mother’s labia, even taking the butterfly wings, as Angela called them, between her lips and sucking on them. It was all new to Amanda, but she was a willing student and a fast learner, and her mother was clearly responding.

Angela directed the child’s attention to Tina’s vagina. It was actually pulsing, a milky fluid pooled in the depths. “See that, baby? She’s almost ready to come.”

“Uh-huh. Um, can I… sometimes I put my fingers in there. Is it okay if I lick her there too?”

“Of course it is, darling. That’s what I was going to suggest next, in fact. You’re very good, at this, a natural. Do you like doing it?”

Amanda nodded happily.

“Okay, honey, put your little tongue inside her now. Fuck her with your tongue, just like you do with your fingers. Push your tongue in as far as you can, okay? That’s right. Oooh, very nice!”

As the girl pressed her mouth to her mother’s cunt, the juices overflowed, spilling out and running down between the woman’s legs.

Seeing that was too much for Angela. Between Bambi’s skill at eating her, that hot little tongue on her clit and her daughter’s fingers deep inside her now, and then watching Amanda fuck her mommy with her tongue, something very rare took place — Angela lost control.

“God!!” she cried, climaxing in Bambi’s mouth.

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Eve pressed her lips to Paige’s pussy lips, kissing her deeply and warmly, the way she might kiss her mouth. At the last second, just before pulling away, she let her tongue slip out and brush lightly around the rim of her daughter’s vagina, tasting the juices from her climax. She heard Paige gasp.

Shifting slightly to the side, Eve looked at Gwen’s pussy. She had positioned the girls with their legs spread but with Paige’s slim thigh laying over Gwen’s, so both pussies were open to her and so she could kiss and lick either one whenever she wanted. It was an ideal arrangement.

She kissed Gwen’s pussy too, once again letting her tongue dart out just at the end to lick between the folds. Gwen gasped as well.

How could she choose which one to have first, which daughter to eat? It was a delicious dilemma if ever there was one.

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Poised between Fiona’s legs, Sheila couldn’t believe her luck. She had two daughters, two pretty girls, 12 and 15 years old, and both of them wanted her to eat their pussies! Could any mother ever be as blessed as she was?

She’d held and kissed Fiona, saying how much she loved her, then told her she would show her love in the best way possible. Now she was gazing at her vulva, opening the lips with her fingers, inhaling the delicate fragrance of a barely pubescent girl’s moist vagina. She brought her mouth closer, and kissed her daughter’s cunt.

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Angela felt embarrassed. She was the one who was supposed to be the expert, after all. And yet here she’d climaxed when she didn’t mean to, before Tina, before Amanda, before anyone.

Well, that couldn’t be helped. What was done was done. At least the pressure was relieved, temporarily anyway. She could focus now on showing Amanda what she was supposed to do and also on rubbing the little girl’s pussy with her fingers. Angela noticed, though, that Bambi hadn’t quit. She was still going at it, her mouth on her mother’s cunt, her tongue pushing deep inside now, thrusting in and out. The child never could seem to get enough.

Thinking about that, though, about her beloved daughter’s inexhaustible sex drive, was not what Angela should be doing. She had to concentrate on the job at hand. She took a deep breath and returned to work.

“Okay, uh, baby? Amanda? Let’s go up and find your mommy’s clit now, all right?”

The cute blonde drew her mouth away from her mother’s vagina, juices dripping from her chin. She licked her lips, smacking them again.

“Is this sex now?” she asked with a grin. “Not just masturbating?”

“Yes, darling, this is sex. You’re having lesbian sex with your mom, and my daughter is having sex with me too. That’s what we’re doing.”

“Okay… I like it a lot.”

“Good. I think your mother likes it too, sweetie, very much.”

Angela didn’t think Tina had climaxed yet, although it was hard to tell for sure. She seemed to be either on the edge of or in the middle of an orgasm almost continuously. Panting, groaning, her body shuddering repeatedly, she was a woman in heat, her vagina still pulsing visibly, that milky discharge spilling out of her.

—————

Bridget’s mouth found Debby’s clit. She felt the child start as her tongue flicked over the small stiff nub. Could she actually have a climax? Bridget wasn’t sure, but she wanted to find out. She gently nibbled at the little bud with her lips, swirling around it with her tongue.

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Tina was delirious. It was a dream, a hallucination. Life could never really be this good. Sex couldn’t possibly be this hot.

Her head rolling side to side, she moaned and mumbled incoherently. Her hands were never still, sometimes clutching at her breasts or going to her mouth. She pulled at her hair, she sucked on her fingers, she tried to spread her legs even wider, to open her sex for Amanda, her daughter. If this was a dream, it was the hottest, dirtiest, wettest dream she’d ever had, and she hoped she would never wake up.

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Fiona was starting to get close, moaning and breathing hard. She was in a sitting position, leaning back on her sister, who was behind her, holding her. Erin cradled the younger girl against her chest, occasionally whispering in her ear, one hand reaching around to fondle Fiona’s breast buds, the other between her own legs, rubbing her clit. Both were looking down at their mother, who had her face buried in Fiona’s crotch, her arms wrapped tightly around the girl’s slim thighs. Her head was sort of wagging side to side, her tongue dipping and delving, sliding around, thrusting into her daughter’s opening then lapping inside her slit then darting up to tickle at her clit.

When Fiona felt Erin nibbling at her earlobe and playfully biting it, she turned for a moment to smile at her. But as their eyes met, Fiona suddenly understood the intense desire that Erin had for her — and then realized she felt the same thing. The sisters briefly gazed at each other, their looks conveying incestuous lust, before their mouths gently came together. It was a soft first kiss for them, girl lips on girl lips with no tongue, but a kiss filled with passion and promise.

As it ended and Erin slowly pulled away, Fiona nearly swooned. It was almost too much all at once, so many sensations, desires, emotions — but then her mother grabbed her bottom really hard, pulling Fiona’s pussy against her face, practically gnawing at her now, and the girl’s focus quickly returned to what was happening down there.

A shudder passed through Fiona along with something like a chill and a fever intermingled, followed by a surge of happiness and energy as it struck her: she was having sex, and sex was great! It was awesome! It was more than she ever imagined, better than she thought it would be or could be, hotter and dirtier and sweatier, and much more exciting. And as Fiona thought about that, she began to feel the familiar pressure building inside her, a climax approaching, except this time it was more than she’d ever felt before, like a giant balloon blowing up, getting bigger and bigger, about to burst.

Sheila was almost out of control between the girl’s legs — ravenous, growling with lust, trying to force her mouth all the way inside her daughter’s vagina, her face a mess, saliva and juices everywhere. She sucked and licked, licked and sucked, tasting and swallowing, her tongue plunging deep inside now, the tip of her nose rubbing against Fiona’s clit. Then she felt a sudden spasm, a clenching of muscles inside that sweet pink hole. The little body in her arms was trembling, quaking. And Sheila instinctively knew what to do.

She held her position, continued her actions, doing just what she was doing, right there, licking and nuzzling in the same spot, more and more, licking, nuzzling, while the trembling grew stronger and stronger and stronger, until finally —— her daughter exploded into orgasm.

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Coming of Age Films

  • Posted on August 21, 2015 at 7:28 am

babykeiko asks…

Does anyone have a recommended list of foreign coming of age films?

I seem to recall a post somewhere (on the Story Friends Board?) about foreign coming of age films like those from the makers of Kids or Bilitis or Beau Pere, all of which I have watched online with red cheeks. Can anyone point me in the direction of such a list or source? I hope someone remembers!

 

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Serendipity, Chapter 21

  • Posted on August 19, 2015 at 2:27 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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As they sat on the bed in her hotel room, Eve proposed, “All right, uh, how about if we start by… um… by taking each other’s clothes off. Okay?”

“Okay,” her daughters agreed.

They began with Paige. Her mother undid the final two buttons on her shirt and it fell from her shoulders.

It took Eve’s breath away. She had seen her daughter’s breast buds before — as recently as that afternoon, in fact, along with brief glimpses during the fashion show — but to see them so close and to know that soon she would touch and kiss and lick and suck those tiny breasts was almost too much to believe.

“You are so beautiful…” she whispered, staring at the girl’s nipples. Then she looked into her eyes. “You are a beautiful girl, Paige.”

Her daughter smiled.

“And now your shorts.”

Paige got to her knees. Gwen and Eve unhooked the leather belt first, then opened the button on Paige’s shorts and pulled down the zipper. Underneath she wore white satin panties, trimmed with lace. They took the shorts off.

“I want to do her panties myself,” said Eve. No one argued.

She asked the child to stand on the bed in front of her. With her hands on Paige’s hips, holding her steady, Eve leaned in, very slowly, bringing her face closer and closer (she had learned something about the drama of seduction from Angela), until she was less than an inch away. Then she placed a tender kiss in the center of the panties, on Paige’s mound. She listened to her daughter gasp.

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“So, um, Debby,” Bridget began softly, “you remember this afternoon how I was telling you because you’re so pretty and because I love you so much, I just want to hug you and kiss you all over, everywhere?”

“Yeah.”

They were lying on the floor of the family room at Sheila’s in a cozy nest of blankets, pillows, and comforters. Bridget was spooning with her daughter, facing toward the others, Fiona in the center, then Erin, and then Sheila.

“And you know,” she continued, “that’s the way Aunt Sheila is with Erin. She loves her very much, and she kisses her everywhere, all over her body, and she does even more with her. She wants to do that with Fiona too, and I want to do it with you. Do you think you’d like that?”

“Sure.”

Bridget gently kissed Debby’s neck as she held the girl in her arms. She didn’t want to move too fast, didn’t want to scare her daughter or upset her in any way. But she was incredibly aroused. This is what she’d fantasized about so many times, all those nights when she’d laid in bed and masturbated as she imagined herself touching Debby, caressing her, kissing her naked body. And now it was really going to happen!

Fiona, Erin, and Sheila were watching them, lying quietly, waiting. Sheila had one hand between her legs, rubbing herself, and another on Erin’s breast, fondling the nipple. Erin and Fiona were holding hands, under the blankets. Erin wanted to do more than hold hands with Fiona, though, much more. She had her own fantasies about her little sister, had often played with herself while she thought about touching the 12-year-old and kissing her. She hoped tonight would be the night.

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In Angela’s room, on the big round bed, with pink shaded lamps on either side of the headboard casting a soft warm glow, Tina and Angela masturbated as they watched their naked 10-year-old daughters kiss.

“Jeez, I never knew anything could be so exciting,” Tina sighed. “Just look at them!”

Angela nodded as she fucked her pussy with her fingers. “They are beautiful, aren’t they? Like twin sisters.”

“Yes, like two little blonde twins. So hot…”

That reminded Angela of a fantasy she’d had earlier that day. “Has Amanda ever sucked your tits?” she asked Tina.

“No, um, we, we haven’t done that. Well, I mean, when she was a baby, but not since then.”

“Would you like to have her do that?”

“Umm… yeah, I would,” she nodded shyly.

“How about right now?” Angela suggested. “Both girls at the same time, a twin at each nipple. Would you like that?”

“Oh my gosh…” Tina breathed, rubbing her pussy faster.

—————

“Turn this way, honey, on your back,” Bridget whispered to Debby.

“Okay.”

For a long moment, Bridget gazed into her daughter’s eyes, seeing nothing but love and trust and willingness. She looked down at the child’s lips, soft and pink and full, slightly parted. She brought her mouth to the girl’s and they kissed.

Fiona’s pulse was racing. She felt all jittery and jumpy inside, almost like when she would rub herself and be right on the edge, her whole body quivering with excitement. That’s how she felt now and she hadn’t even touched herself at all! But hearing her aunt talk that way to her little girl, so sexy, and now seeing them kiss like that, right on the lips, it was unbelievably hot!! She squeezed Erin’s hand and felt her sister return the squeeze.

Bridget finished the first kiss, and drew slowly back. A strand of saliva stretched between their mouths. She hadn’t used her tongue… well, only a little, just brushing it lightly over her daughter’s lips… but it was a perfect kiss, tender and romantic and erotic, all at once.

She smiled at the girl and Debby smiled back.

“Did you like that?” Bridget whispered.

“Uh-huh.”

“You want some more?”

“Uh-huh,” Debby nodded eagerly.

—————

Gwen watched as her mother slowly pulled down her little sister’s panties. They saw the girl’s vulva come into view, smooth white puffy labia with no visible pubic hair. Omigod, so incredibly sexy. Gwen could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, and she was breathing faster now.

Her mother was breathing hard too, Gwen noticed, obviously very turned on. She even saw her mom licking her lips as she stared at Paige’s pussy. It made her wonder if all mothers were naturally attracted to their daughters, the way Angela and Tina and her own mom seemed to be, and maybe those others, Sheila and Bridget, as well. Maybe that’s just was how it was. Maybe it was perfectly normal, even if no one talked about it, for moms to want their daughters sexually.

When she finished removing Paige’s underwear, Eve turned to Gwen and smiled. “Okay, honey, you’re next.”

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Lying naked on her back in Angela’s bed, her head propped up on a pair of pillows, Tina gazed at the two little blondes. Both were grinning at her.

“Girls, Tina wants you to suck on her nipples,” Angela told them. “Bambi, you’ve done it before, but Amanda, I don’t think you have.”

The 10-year-old shook her head in reply.

“That’s okay, it’s easy,” Angela assured her. “It’s very natural, like you’re drinking from a straw, or like a baby sucking on a bottle. Once you try it, you’ll see how easy it is, how natural. And I promise, your Mommy will love it. It will make her very excited. You like making your mom excited, don’t you, honey?”

“Uh-huh, I do.”

“Good. Now just lie down beside her, one on each side. That’s right. And put your lips on her nipple, like you’re kissing it. Feel how stiff it is? Try licking it with your tongue… very good, just like that. Now put your whole mouth over it, honey. Uh-huh, good girl, that’s right. Ooh, doesn’t it feel nice in your mouth, like it belongs there? Sure it does. And just go ahead now, start sucking…”

“Oh, Jesus,” Tina groaned. The stimulus shot from her nipples straight to her crotch, to her clit. Trembling with arousal, she slid a hand down toward her pussy, but Angela gently pushed it away.

“I’ll take care of that part,” she said. “Amanda, while you and Bambi suck on your Mommy’s nipples, I’m going to lick her down here, okay?”

Amanda lifted her head, smiling and nodding, then returned to her sucking.

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Sheila had one hand on her clit and the other on Erin’s clit. She was lying on her side, an arm reaching around the teen, masturbating both herself and her daughter at the same time, as they watched Bridget and Debby kiss.

Erin was already getting close. Her mother knew exactly how to touch her. And just thinking about what they were doing, two moms and three daughters, naked and kissing and everything — it was so hot!!

She was still holding Fiona’s hand, and Fiona was on her side now too. All three of them were lying that way, like three spoons, facing toward the other two, watching. They saw them kissing a lot, and kind of moaning, or at least Bridget was, and Bridget was rubbing her hands on Debby’s body while they kissed, playing with her little nipples, and then as they watched she started sliding a hand down lower, pushing back the covers, maybe so they could see what she was doing, or maybe not, but anyway they could see that she was actually touching her little girl down there, touching and rubbing the hairless pussy of a 9-year-old girl.

“Fiona?” Erin whispered.

“What?”

“I wanna touch you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Erin let go of her sister’s hand, then reached down between the 12-year-old’s legs. Fiona parted her thighs, and Erin touched her. It was so amazing, she was really doing it, just like in her fantasies. She was touching Fiona’s pussy. There was a little bit of hair there that she could feel, but not much. She was mostly smooth, and when Erin slid her hand down even further and found that the girl was very wet, and when she felt Fiona open her legs even wider for her, and when she saw Bridget rubbing her own little girl’s pussy, and when her mom kept teasing her clit just like that — just like that — just like that — it was too much. She came.

—————

Gwen couldn’t stop shaking. This was what she wanted. She wanted sex, lesbian sex. She knew she liked girls and women and she wanted to have sex with them. It was what she fantasized about, always, when she masturbated. And now it was really going to happen. She was going to have lesbian sex — with her mom and her sister!!

She tried to smile and stop shaking. It was exciting, it really was what she wanted, but it was also kind of scary.

“Mom?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Um…” Gwen licked her lips “…I love you and everything, and I’m glad we’re doing this, but it’s, I mean, I guess I’m sort of scared too. You know?”

Her mother put her hand on Gwen’s arm. “I know, sweetheart, I know. It’s a little scary for me too, to be honest.”

“It is?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, um……”

“Do you want to wait,” Eve asked, “and talk some more about it, before we do anything else?”

Gwen looked over at her sister, and smiled, “No, ‘cuz that wouldn’t be fair for Paige. She’s already naked!”

That made them laugh, relieving some of the tension.

“You’re right,” her mother nodded, “but Paige can always put something back on if you think we need to talk.”

“No, it’s okay.” Gwen took a deep breath. She already felt much better. The shaking had almost stopped. “I just wanted to tell you, is all.”

She grabbed the little crop top she was wearing and quickly lifted it over her head, revealing her breasts. With a grin, she flung the top away. “There!”

They laughed again.

—————

She heard and felt her daughter climaxing beneath her touch. Bringing Erin to orgasm that way was intensely exciting for Sheila. And when Erin cried out in passion and 9-year-old Debby turned to look at them, briefly ending the sensual kiss with her mother, and their eyes met, that put Sheila over the top. She came as well, groaning and shuddering as tremendous spasms jolted her body.

Fiona was on fire. Watching Bridget kiss Debby, and not only kiss her but touch her, even rubbing her pussy, and hearing Erin have an orgasm right behind her, and then her mom too, and feeling Erin’s fingers on her clit… Fiona wanted to come with them!

She put her own hand between her legs, replacing her sister’s which had gone mostly limp. She rubbed herself faster and faster as she thought about what they were doing, all of them naked, having lesbian sex, girls and women, moms and daughters, nipples and pussies and lips and mouths and tongues and — Fiona climaxed.

Debby stared. She wasn’t quite sure what she was seeing, though. All that noise they made, and the sudden strong smell, and the way they looked, all red in the face and everything, well, it had to be sex, she guessed, even if it was different than how she thought it would be. She couldn’t really see what they were doing, just like hugging each other or something, but all three of them were making those sounds and scrunching up their faces, all at the same time. Is that what sex looks like, for girls and women?

—————

“You know what?” Eve said. “Let’s do it different… I was, you know, kind of making a ritual out of this, maybe like Angela would do, but how about if we all just get naked and get in bed and cuddle, and see what happens, okay?”

“Okay,” Gwen and Paige both nodded, smiling in agreement.

Paige was already nude, Gwen wearing only her miniskirt and thong. It was Eve who still had the most to remove. She began undoing the buttons on the front of her sundress.

Gwen shimmied her tight skirt down over her hips, then sat and slid it all the way off, tossing the skirt onto a chair. She quickly skimmed out of her thong and now she was naked as well. The girls watched as their mother finished undressing, and then all three got in bed together, in Eve’s bed.

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This must be a dream, Tina thought, the most wonderful, delicious dream I’ve ever had. It’s nearly impossible to believe I’m awake and it’s actually happening. But I am awake and it is happening.

My daughter, Amanda, is sucking on my nipple, looking up at me and smiling. On the other nipple is sexy little Bambi, 10 years old, the same as Amanda. They’re so similar in looks everyone says they could be twins, and now I have them both sucking my tits. It’s so incredibly exciting — but there’s even more, because Angela just said she’s going to lick me, lick my pussy!!

Tina had only had sex with an adult partner a single time in her entire life. It was when she was in college, a rare virgin at age 21. A young man took her out, bought her a nice dinner, and then effectively raped her. Date rape. It might have been sex, but it certainly wasn’t anything like making love. She’d been scarred, humiliated, traumatized… and impregnated. The ugly scene had triggered at least one nice outcome: the birth of her beautiful daughter, Amanda.

Since then, Tina had not once been out on a date and had never had sex again — except, that is, with herself, through frequent masturbation, and more recently through shared masturbation with her little girl (which, she had to admit, bordered on sex). Still, though, she had never in her life had oral sex. No one had ever put their mouth on her pussy. And now, that was what Angela said she was going to do!!

—————

Bridget paused, waiting. She didn’t take her hand away from Debby’s pussy, but she slowed her movements somewhat, just gently stroking the child. She saw Debby staring at Sheila and Erin as they climaxed, and now — yes, look at that, little Fiona, she’s coming too! Damn, that’s so hot, all three at the same time.

She brought her gaze back to her daughter. The little girl’s eyes were huge, her mouth agape.

“Do you know what’s happening, sweetie?” Bridget asked softly. “Do you know what an orgasm is?”

“No.”

“Well, it’s, an orgasm is what happens when, uh, when you rub yourself — your private parts, your pussy, I mean — if you rub it or someone else rubs it, or sometimes if someone kisses it or licks it and the feeling gets very strong, very very strong, then you sort of reach a peak. It’s called a climax or an orgasm, and it feels really wonderful, absolutely amazing. That’s what just happened with them, with Fiona and Erin and your Aunt Sheila. They had orgasms.”

“Is that sex?”

“Yes,” Bridget chuckled. “It’s part of sex, anyway, usually the last part. An orgasm feels great, totally great. You won’t believe how good it feels.”

Debby turned, looking up at her mom. “Can I have one?”

Bridget hesitated before answering. She licked her lips. “I, I don’t know, honey. Maybe, but maybe not. You might still be too young. We could… uh, we can find out, though. We can try, if you really want to.”

The little girl nodded eagerly, her eyes bright and shining.

—————

It was Eve in the middle, with Gwen on one side and Paige on the other. The three lay naked in the bed, a lamp beside them on its lowest setting, shedding a soft light, the girls facing their mother.

“So, here we are,” Eve smiled. “I feel so fortunate, so lucky. I have two beautiful daughters. You’re both very pretty, I mean that. And, uh, and you know, I think you’re also… very sexy too, both of you. You don’t mind if I say that, do you, that I think you’re sexy?”

Paige shook her head, grinning.

But Gwen said, “Yeah, um, I like it, but… it’s weird, Mom, because until just, like, the last couple days, with everything that’s happened, you know, I mean, meeting Angela and stuff… well…”

When she paused, Eve squeezed her hand. “Go on, honey.”

“Well, I, I mean, I never really felt that pretty or anything before. Not like you, or not like Paige. I mean, it’s… everyone can see how pretty you guys are. Everybody knows it. And I, um, I always felt… not that way.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Eve began.

“But now, like, just since yesterday, I mean, the way people look at me, it seems different. Like I really am, I guess, sexy, like you said.”

“Of course you are.”

“Maybe, except… I never felt that way, not before. Now I do, though.” A big smile brightened the teenager’s face.

—————

So many times, so many nights, Bridget had knelt next to the bed in Debby’s room while the little girl slept, gazing at her body, playing with herself and fantasizing about having sex with the child, her own young daughter, kissing her and touching her and licking her… and now, Jesus, she was about to do it, do everything, do all those things she had ever dreamed of doing with Debby.

She began by kissing her again, her mouth first, but then her cheeks, and her neck, and her throat, and her chest, kissing the flat little nipples, kissing them and licking them, trying to bring them erect. She heard Debby moan and knew the girl was starting to feel aroused. Bridget’s kisses eased further down, onto her daughter’s tummy, around her belly button, onto her hips, and then to her soft puffy mound, so smooth and fresh.

Pausing briefly, raising her head, Bridget allowed herself to take in what she was doing, wanting to savor the moment and capture it in her mind forever, the beginning of a sexual relationship with her child. She smiled at Debby, who returned the smile.

Then Bridget gently pushed the covers all the way down, licked her lips, and began kissing the inside of her daughter’s thighs, starting by her knees but soon gliding upward, kissing and even licking a little bit, playing with the tender skin, feeling her mouth water as she slowly approached the girl’s center…

—————

“Yes, you are very sexy, honey,” Eve told Gwen, holding her daughter’s face in her hands. “And you’re right, I’m starting to look at you differently now, and maybe other people are too. Now, when I look at you… it makes me want to kiss you.”

Gwen smiled.

“Is it all right if I kiss you?”

“Yeah.” The teen licked her lips.

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Angela knelt between Tina’s legs, stroking her firm, smooth thighs. What a beautiful woman she was and what a shame that she had never been loved, sexually, the way she should have been, never fully appreciated and satisfied. Her face was so pretty, those dimples so alluring, her long, slim body so desirable. Anyway, at least she has her daughter, Amanda, that’s something, something quite wonderful in fact. But still, all those years, those lost years… it made Angela wish that she or someone like her (if there was anyone like her) could have met Tina when she was younger and given her all the pleasure she deserved.

Well, she would try to begin making up for that now, for the lost time. Angela wanted to give the woman a thrill she would always remember, her first experience with oral sex, having someone lick her who really knew what she was doing. This, she told herself, will be an orgasm that Tina will never forget.

As Angela completed her momentary musing and brought her face down close to Tina’s crotch, she noticed that Amanda was watching her. The little girl still had her mouth on her mother’s nipple, but her attention seemed to be mostly focused on what Angela was doing. Her eyes were wide, bright with interest and curiosity.

That gave Angela an idea, a fiendishly dirty, deliciously hot idea.

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Lucky in Love, Chapter 6

  • Posted on August 18, 2015 at 12:14 pm

By JetBoy

I bent to whisper in Beth’s ear. “Shall we go play with your sister and Gran?”

She twisted her head to beam at me. “Yes, Mama!” she lisped.

Taking my baby girl’s hand, I got up, went over to the sofa and sat down next to Mom. She turned to me, placed a hand behind my head and pulled me to her, crushing her mouth to mine in a hard kiss. That surprised me, I had to admit, but I quickly responded, my tongue meeting and engaging hers. Meanwhile, Beth climbed onto the sofa to seat herself on my thigh, burying her face in my breasts.

Chelsea was now standing on the other side of my mother, and when Mom and I finally parted, she shyly asked, “Can I have a kiss too, Grandma?”

Without hesitation Mom took my adolescent girl’s hand and drew her close, and their mouths met in a kiss that quickly grew hot and heavy. Chelsea had an incredibly sexy little mouth, and she knew how to use it. My mother moaned in astonishment as this naked young girl — her own grandchild — kissed her like a lover.

Beth tugged at Chelsea’s hand while her big sister was tongue-fucking Grandma. When the older girl turned to her, Beth piped, “Play with me now, Chelly.”

Chelsea knelt before her nude baby sibling, wrapping both arms around her. They hugged tightly, their bare, girlish bodies pressing together, then Chelsea bent to press her mouth into the hollow of Beth’s throat, making my baby girl coo in delight. My mother and I held one another, watching as my preteen’s tongue emerged, licking a path down to Beth’s flat chest. flicking at the rosy tip of her baby sister’s nipple a few times before taking it between her lips.

The sight inflamed me, as it always did when I watched my girls make love, and my mother’s body felt delicious against mine. So I turned back to Mom, kissing the woman who had given birth to me with a hunger I’d never imagined myself possessing for her. She returned my passion measure for measure, her tongue boldly probing my mouth. For the first time, I wondered if an appetite for lesbian incest ran in our family.

Finally breaking our kiss, Mom grasped my shoulder so tightly it hurt. “I’ve had fantasies about you and me, Mary… ever since you became a teenager. Maybe even before then.” Her fingers stroked my cheek. “I thought for sure that you were completely straight, though.” She slowly licked her lips, transfixing me with predatory eyes. “How about it, baby doll? Want Mommy to fuck you?”

She hadn’t called me that since I was a child. This was an aggressive side of my mother that I’d never seen before, and I had to admit that it really turned me on.

“Yes, Mommy,” I replied in my best little-girl voice, “I wanna be fucked.”

My daughters paused in their loving to gape at me as I pretended to be a pubescent girl for Mom’s pleasure. Then they turned back to one another, joining in another hungry kiss. As for my mother… well, she responded with a wicked grin. “Good girl,” she crooned. Reaching down for her dress, she spread it out on the carpet, then parked herself where it lay. “C’mere, sweetie. You’re growing up, ready to learn new things… so I’m going to teach you Mommy’s favorite way to make love.”

Wondering what Mom had in mind, I slid off the couch to the floor. My mother engaged me in a brief but extremely heated tongue kiss, then said, “Okay… sit back so that you’re leaning on your hands, with one knee up.”

I quickly obeyed, and Mom scooted beneath my raised leg, moving toward me until her pelvis was nestled between my thighs. She positioned herself so that we were facing each other, our vulvas about three inches apart. “There,” she murmured. “Now, baby doll… this is how it’s done.”

I opened my mouth to reply but the words died on my lips, a long moan emerging instead as Mom moved into me, pressing her warm, wet sex into mine. Jesus, it felt good. Our womanly heat met and mingled, and my moan was choked into a squeal when my mother began to roll her hips, rubbing our cunts together.

“Fuck me back, honeybunch,” Mom panted.

Grabbing my mother’s leg to brace myself, I began to thrust against her. It was awkward for a moment, then we fell into a mutual rhythm, our bodies rocking in time.

The feeling of Mom’s heated flesh swabbing against mine was exquisite, sending glittering sparks of pleasure cascading behind my eyes each time her sex brushed my clitoris. She was dripping wet, as was I; and our combined fluids flowed freely. This overflow from our crazed cunt-fuck would probably seep through Mom’s dress to stain the carpet, I knew — but right then, neither of us cared.

I glanced up in mid-thrust to see Chelsea and Beth seated together on the couch above Mom and I, both drinking in the sight of our heated coupling. Beth was nestled in big sister’s arms, eyes dreamy with pleasure as Chelsea lightly fingered her babyish slit. Beth turned her head to smile at her older sibling, and their mouths met in a brief but intensely loving kiss. Then they broke apart, turning back to watch me and their grandmother, clearly enjoying the show we were putting on.

My gaze shifted back to Mom. I couldn’t kiss her right then, much as I wanted to, so I pressed my lips to her knee, still hugging her leg to my breasts while our bodies moved together in a lewd dance of forbidden desire. I stared deep into the eyes of this incredible woman who had given me life — and was now offering me herself as a lover — telling her without words how much I wanted this. God, this felt so natural, so inevitable — like destiny. Why had it taken so many years for us to unearth this hidden passion? I spread my thighs further apart, opening my cunt even wider for Mom.

I saw Chelsea nuzzle Beth’s ear, then whisper something to her, and my four-year-old nodded eagerly. Beth got on her hands and knees, facing away from Chelsea on the sofa. Bending down, she presented her bottom to big sister, who was now kneeling closely behind her.

I felt a surge of excitement, knowing what was about to happen. “Look, Mom,” I panted, tilting my head toward the girls.

My mother turned her head just in time to see Chelsea place a tender kiss upon Beth’s left buttock, then the right. Moistening her lips, she then gently parted her baby sister’s cheeks and dipped down to trail her tongue through Beth’s asshole. A happy sigh escaped my youngest girl’s lips, her head resting on the edge of the couch as she watched me and Mom through pleasure-glazed eyes.

Chelsea licked at her sibling’s anus with long slippery strokes, then kissed her there, pressing her mouth into the narrow cleft of Beth’s bottom.

“My God — th-that’s incredible,” my mother gasped, the motion of her hips slowing as she watched Chelsea rim her sister. I knew how she felt. My daughters adored one another so intensely that watching them make love was always a breathtaking experience.

It got to Mom, that was for certain. Because seconds later, she was fucking me even harder, her cunt grinding into mine in a lustful frenzy. I gave as good as I got, my pelvis churning wildly, our pussies making squishing sounds as we forced them together.

“Do you like this, sweetie?” Mom hissed, those big breasts bobbing with each lunge of her lower half. “Does m-my little girl enjoy it when Mommy fucks her this way?”

Damn, I had no idea my mother was this perverted, but I’d take this madness as far as she wanted it to go.

“Yes, Mommy,” I moaned, still pretending to be an adolescent. “It’s s-so nice… I don’t wanna d-do this stuff with stupid boys — only you.” Just then, some part of Mom’s vulva pressed hard against my clitoris — and I gasped, seeing stars. “Oh! Oh GOD, Mommy yes — fuck me, please. Fuck me!” And she did.

As Mom and I pumped against one another, creating this sweet, sticky and utterly delicious friction that felt like no sex I’d ever had before, I glanced up at the couch to see what my girls were doing. A ripple of excitement flowed through me as I saw Chelsea and Beth arranging themselves in a 69 position.

Because of the difference in their heights, my daughters had to lie on their sides in order to lick each other at the same time, so my mother and I were confronted with a gorgeous sight: the pink peach of Beth’s bottom, her little legs spread apart with Chelsea’s face nestling between them, mouth fastened to baby sister’s slit. We could only see the back of Beth’s head framed by Chelsea’s thighs, but from the little sounds of pleasure that my oldest daughter made, we knew that my youngest was giving just as well as she was getting.

Me and Mom continued to fuck while we watched the girls make love. I was bathed in sweat, getting a little winded from this intense workout. The fire that raged in my cunt wouldn’t let me stop, though, or even slow down.

And suddenly I was coming hard, the walls, ceiling and sky crashing down about me as my body screamed in pure ecstasy. Or was I actually screaming myself? Right then, I had no idea. All I could do was buck my hips furiously, grinding my throbbing vulva against Mom’s.

Somewhere in the blinding red haze of pleasure I heard a strangled cry, felt my mother’s body jerk — and then I knew that she was climaxing, too. Her fingernails bit into my thigh as she clutched it, and that drove my orgasm to its final peak. I stiffened, every inch of me gone rigid for an unimaginable few seconds. Then the instant passed, and I went limp, utterly spent.

I fell back, my head hitting the carpeted floor with a dull thump. Somehow I managed to roll to one side, disentangling my legs from Mom’s before letting myself relax. I was damp all over, and could feel the thick shag carpet plastered to my back.

“Wow,” I heard Chelsea say, her voice filled with quiet awe. Turning my head toward her, I allowed my eyes to drift open. She and Beth had broken their lover’s clinch to watch us come. “That was so cool, Mom… will you do that with me?”

“An’ me!” squeaked Beth, giggling with delight.

I roll my eyes. Kids. Where in God’s name do they get the stamina? “Let Mama catch her breath, girls,” I mumbled, “then we’ll play s’more…”

My eyes slowly closed, returning me to that friendly darkness. Then they fluttered open again when Mom climbed on top of me, her body damp and amazingly warm.

“I love you, baby,” she whispered, then kissed me hungrily, exploring my mouth with her tongue. I submitted to her passion, parting my thighs to feel her thick, matted bush pressing into my sticky cunt. Then she broke away, raising herself into a seated position. “Let’s all move into the bedroom, girls,” she cooed, “this floor’s too hard for an old broad like me.”

Somehow Mom and I made it to our feet. Taking the hands of the girls, we padded naked through the house, down the hallway to the master bedroom. Ever since I was a kid, Mom and Dad had shared this enormous bed, the widest I’d ever seen at that age, and it had room for all of us to stretch out comfortably.

Beth was first, toddling over to the bed and quickly clambering onto its springy surface, bouncing gleefully. Chelsea followed, grabbing her baby sister around the waist and flopping onto her back with a giddy little girl in her arms. Mom and I brought up the rear, lying down on either side of the youngsters.

The girls hadn’t come yet, so my mother and I centered our attention on them. Mom was caressing Chelsea, her hands gliding over my ten-year-old’s slender body, teasing her nipples to stiffness. As for me, I began to love little Beth with my mouth; starting with her lips and moving down.

Before long Mom and I were side by side, each with a pretty little girl straddling our faces. And as I licked lovingly at Beth’s silky-smooth slit, I could see Chelsea leaning over from her perch atop Mom’s mouth to kiss her baby sister. I felt Beth hum contentedly, her head tilted back to accept her older sibling’s offering of love.

Soon my mother and I had them both coming, my sweet daughters clutching at one another in the midst of their mutual rapture.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a glorious feast of sex, three generations of women coming together as lovers. No pleasure was forbidden, no part of our bodies unexplored. The wildest bit was when Mom took out this beautiful fake cock from a box in her closet, fastened it about her waist, then gave the girls a demonstration of how it worked, using yours truly as a very willing model. My cunt was still tender, so I had her give me anal instead, first getting Chelsea to moisten my crack with her tongue.

At first my daughters eagerly watched as Mom plowed my butthole, but they got so excited that they simply had to participate. My mother took over as master of ceremonies; first instructing Beth to crawl beneath me and kiss my pussy, then ordering Chelsea to kneel behind her while she fucked me and push one, two, then three fingers into her ample ass, working them in and out until Mom got sandbagged by her third orgasm of the day.

Eventually, we were all worn out and very, very satisfied. So we lay down together to rest, each of us finally drifting off to sleep. There was no real need to discuss what had happened. It seemed to go without saying that Mom was now a part of this; our trio expanded into a foursome.

*****

Three years down the line, our little incest quartet is still active. Dan, sweet lug that he is, hasn’t tumbled to the fact that all the women in his family are sexually intimate. He accepts it as a routine thing for me to take the girls to visit Grandmother every week or so for what we call “Ladies Night” while he’s at home. God, if he only knew what we get up to in Mom’s bed.

Hot and intimate as things are with my daughters, I don’t think of what I have with them as a real romance. Oh, I adore the girls, and the sex we share, but don’t see myself as being in love with them. Chelsea and Beth, though, are lovers in just about every sense of the word. Dan is bemused by the fact that they never seem to squabble, and insist upon sharing a bed every night; and you’ll always find Beth nestled in her big sister’s arms when the whole family is watching TV.

And when my man is away at the oil rig, the girls still cuddle together before the television set. Only then they are naked, touching one another as they kiss again and again. Let me tell you, it’s nearly impossible to stay focused on the program you’re watching when you have two nude little girls making love a couple of feet away. Often as not, I shed my clothes and join them.

I don’t know for certain how long I will continue to be sexually intimate with my children, but Beth and Chelsea have already made it clear to me that they plan to stay together for the rest of their lives. At seven and thirteen years of age, they have decided that they want to marry one day. I’m still thinking about what I can do to help my daughters realize their dream.

So my relationship with the girls is still mainly that of a mother, though one who has sex with her kids as a special treat. What I have with Mom, however, is more complicated. We really do think of ourselves as women in love. In fact, she is as much a wife to me as a parent. As much as I enjoy our orgies with the girls and the hot, hard fucking I get from Dan, the passion I share with my mother leaves me breathless and trembling like a smitten schoolgirl.

It’s a funny old life, but I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. One thing’s for sure — if love equaled wealth, I’d be a millionaire.

*****

This story is a reworking of “Sibling Envy,” written by Joaane, one of my very favorite Leslita authors. I’ve done adaptations of her work more than once, for my personal pleasure… much like an acoustic guitar player might work up a version of a John Coltrane melody to pass the time. In the case of this one, though, I wanted to make it public; and Joaane graciously granted permission for me to do so. Any flaws you unearth here are my responsibility, not hers.

 

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