My sister Molly got there first. She was only two people away from Miranda in our circle, so she didn’t have far to go. But she practically leaped in front of her, begging to taste the milk that was beading at the tips of the woman’s nipples.
The rest of us gathered around too. Facing Miranda, right beside Molly, was my mother, and I was next to her. On the other side of Molly was Dana. Other women and girls pressed in from all sides.
“Hope I have enough for everyone,” Miranda giggled.
“It certainly looks as if you do,” said my mom as she gazed at the bulging breasts, licking her lips. “Would you mind if I have a taste?”
“No, of course I wouldn’t mind,” smiled the brunette. “I’d love it.”
“Me too me too, please?” Molly begged, bouncing up and down with excitement. Her eagerness made Miranda laugh.
I’d sort of expected us to move to the bed or something at that point, but we didn’t. We remained standing in the middle of Mommy’s bedroom as she and my little sister fastened their mouths over the nursing mother’s tempting nipples and began to drink.
Miranda sighed with pleasure, smiling and cooing, stroking the shiny golden hair of a 32-year-old woman and a 9-year-old girl. I didn’t know if she’d ever had a blonde suck her tits before. Both of her children had very dark hair, and Karen, Miranda’s girlfriend, was a brunette too. So maybe this was a new experience for her, in a way.
I was leaning in, wanting to watch, not miss a thing. I had one arm around my mother’s bare shoulders. My other hand was between my legs, rubbing my pussy. Mommy’s eyes were closed as she sucked, but then she opened them and glanced to the side, finding me right next to her. Her face brightened.
She left the nipple for a moment, turning to kiss me. As our lips met, we both parted them — and then I almost choked. I was startled to suddenly find warm milk in my mouth. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, I loved it, but it was just a big surprise. Some of the milk dribbled down my chin. I swallowed the rest.
My mom chuckled and licked my chin, then said, “Go ahead, sweetie, you can suck her yummy tit now. Then give someone else a chance, okay?”
“Okay,” I nodded, moving into place.
I gazed at the nipple for a moment. It was dark, puckered, and wet with my mother’s saliva. A bead of milky fluid gleamed at the tip. Trembling with arousal, I extended my tongue and licked the end of the nipple.
“Fuck, yes,” I heard Miranda whisper. Then I felt her hand behind my head, pulling me closer. “Suck Mama’s nipple, pretty girl,” she urged, and so I did.
We all took turns. Everyone had a taste of the woman’s breast milk as we stood in the center of the room, and then after that, we moved to the bed.
“Why don’t you tell them what you told me,” my mom said to Miranda, “how it started with Marisol — I think they’d like to hear that.”
“You mean…” the brunette grinned, her hand sliding down between her legs. She was leaning against the headboard, cushioned by a pillow.
“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded.
“All right.” Miranda turned to Marisol, who was next to her, cuddling close. We were all nude, of course — four women, two teenage girls, and five pre-teens, seated on my mother’s king-size bed.
Miranda nuzzled her daughter’s nose, then gave the girl a long, tender, romantic kiss. We sighed as we watched. My hand was on my clit again. It was automatic. I couldn’t not rub myself in the heat of such an erotic moment. And I wasn’t the only one. Glancing around, I saw that nearly everyone else was masturbating too.
When they finished the passionate kiss, Miranda smiled at us. “Okay, so, I think everybody here already knows that when Marisol was a baby, I used to masturbate as I nursed her — not when my husband was there, or anyone else, but just when we were alone, the two of us. Anyway, I loved how it felt to have a little girl sucking my nipple. It was different than anything I’d ever known, sexier, hotter, kinkier. I can’t really describe it, but… it just really turned me on.”
“I know what you mean,” said Dana, “definitely.”
“Mmm, yes,” my mother agreed, as she fucked herself with two fingers.
Miranda winked at her, then went on, “So, the really kinky thing I did was, well, I started rubbing my, um, you know, the lubrication from my vagina —”
“Pussy juice,” I interjected.
“Yeah, pussy juice, that’s right,” Miranda chuckled. “It really excited me for some reason to rub my, um, pussy juice on my nipples while I was masturbating. I still like doing that. But the thing is, Marisol really seemed to like it too. If I rubbed some of the stuff on one nipple while she was sucking the other and then we switched over, it was just amazing. Her eyes would go wide and she would suck even harder, as if she loved the taste of it, of my pussy. And that turned me on even more. It made me come so hard when I thought about what we were doing.”
“Oh my god,” Megan sighed. I looked at her. She was on her side, reclining, a hand working fast between her legs. Her daughter, Samantha, was sucking Megan’s nipple.
As Miranda was about to continue with her story, were heard a cry. It was Dana. She was coming. I knew how easy it was for her. She could usually reach orgasm quickly, almost anytime, anywhere. And right after her it was my sister Kate. She squealed loudly, the middle finger of her right hand plunging in and out of her nearly hairless pussy.
No one else climaxed then, only the two of them. But everyone else was masturbating, even the youngest girls. The sexual heat in the room was so strong you could feel it.
“I never wanted to stop breastfeeding Marisol,” Miranda told us, “and I hoped she’d want to go on for a long time too. To encourage her, when she was about three years old, I started rubbing my nipples first with my pussy juice before I began feeding her. She really seemed to like the taste a lot. Sometimes, in fact, while I was masturbating as she nursed, and especially right after I came, I would give her some of it directly from my finger. You know, just take my finger out of my vagina and bring it straight to her mouth.”
My mom came when she heard that, and then I did too. That made four orgasms so far. Many more would soon follow, but first we got to hear Miranda reach the climax of her story, so to speak.
“When my daughter was five, I finally went all the way with her,” said the brunette. “By that point, while she was breastfeeding and I was masturbating, she’d spend about half the time sucking on my nipple and the other half, if not more, licking and sucking my finger, tasting my pussy juice. So then I decided, why not let her have what she wants right from the source, you know?”
That forbidden idea put Megan over the top. The redhead groaned and shuddered as a powerful orgasm surged through her long, lean body. Samantha continued sucking her mom’s nipple as this took place, while also rubbing her own pussy.
Suddenly I heard Dana climaxing again — and when I looked at her, I discovered that Molly and Chelsea were now locked in a ‘69’ near the end of the bed, with Molly on top. Seeing them like that made me want to come again as well. I fondled my clit and shoved a finger inside my dripping vagina as I turned back to Miranda.
“Do you remember that, honey?” the woman was asking her daughter. “That first time, when you were five?”
“Yeah, of course I do, Mama,” Marisol nodded happily. “It was really fun.”
Miranda gave the girl another long, loving, lustful kiss, then said to us, “I know I’ll never forget it. I didn’t even have to say anything to her. By then, of course, she was old enough to know where all that tasty juice was coming from. She’d watched me masturbate, had seen me pushing my finger inside myself before I brought it to her mouth, and had been right there with me many, many times as I climaxed. So, when I sort of gently moved her down between my legs, putting her face in front of my pussy, she seemed to know just what to do. Right away she started licking me, like a kitten lapping milk from a bowl —”
“Fuck!” gasped my mom, as she reached climax. Katie came again too, and then Dana for maybe the fourth or fifth time.
Smiling and licking her lips as she looked around at us, Miranda continued the story. She was rubbing herself too, fingers sliding around within the tangles of her dark pubic hair — which, I saw, was matted with her juices. She said, “I came almost immediately, as soon as I felt her tongue on me, didn’t I, honey?”
“Uh-huh,” Marisol murmured, then put her mouth over mother’s nipple and began to suck.
“Oh god,” I groaned. I was right at the brink, ready to come again, but I didn’t want to miss any of this exciting, erotic tale. I was trying to hold on, stay at the very edge, if I could, while I continued to listen.
As it turned out, however, that was pretty much the end of it — not of the orgy, but of the storytelling. Karen, who hadn’t come yet as far as I knew, was seated on the other side of Miranda, and had been petting the woman, sometimes kissing her cheek, while playing with herself too. But now, apparently, she was overcome with desire.
When she saw Marisol take Miranda’s nipple into her mouth, Karen moaned and suddenly dove between the woman’s legs, eating her cunt. Dana quickly latched on to Miranda’s other breast as she continued to masturbate. My mom sort of climbed on top of Dana then, humping her from behind, while also kissing Miranda. Kate got down between Karen’s legs and started licking. She was lying on her back, with Karen sitting on her face. I never can resist my sister’s pussy, so I moved down on the bed to eat Kate. That put me right next to Molly and Chelsea, who were still in a 69. I don’t know if they had come yet or not, but when they saw that I was there, they both jumped and up and glommed into my body, hands and fingers and tongues and lips going everywhere, on my nipples, on my pussy, in my butt.
We went on that way for a while, changing positions, switching partners, sucking and licking and kissing and fucking, bodies sliding around on one another, young girls and grown women enjoying orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
It got rather kinky too, led mostly by my mom. At one point, she was squatting on the bed in front of Miranda — who was still leaning against the headboard — holding her pussy open with her fingers, begging the woman to squirt milk onto and into her cunt. Then Mommy fucked Miranda’s hard nipple with her pussy, a totally amazing thing to see, and after that, she stood up straight and fucked her face the same way.
There was a lot of milk being exchanged. Girls would suck Miranda’s nipples and then kiss each other, giggling as they shared the creamy treat. Inspired by my mother, each of the other women lay back on the bed and urged Miranda to express milk into their vaginas, then immediately asked their daughters to lick it all up.
As a sort of grand finale, my mom instructed the four youngest girls — Molly, Chelsea, Marisol, and Samantha — to lie down, side by side. She had Miranda kneel over them and dribble milk from her breasts onto the girls, on their faces, their chests, their tummies, and of course onto and inside their little pussies, which they eagerly held open. Then the four moms, the mothers of the girls, got to clean them off, licking up the milk and making love to their daughters while Karen and Kate and I watched and masturbated.
Sometimes I have to pinch myself and realize that it’s not just a dream, that I’m actually living this incredibly great life. There I was, on my mother’s bed, watching her eat my little sister’s pussy, and also watching three other moms eat their own little girls — oh my god, wow!! I had a huge orgasm to finish off the night, climaxing at almost the same time that Molly did.
* * *
By then, it was getting pretty late, well past bedtime for the younger ones. We’d made no plans for a sleepover, and perhaps Miranda decided that her kids would sleep better at home. In any case, she gathered up their clothes, hers and Marisol’s, from the floor, and they began to get dressed, as did Karen. I was sort of hoping my mom might ask them to stay, but on the other hand, we did have that gigantic slumber party coming up the very next night, so maybe it was best.
Megan and Samantha put their clothes on as well, and so did Dana and Chelsea. The four of them were leaving to spend the night at Dana’s apartment. The rest of us, Mommy, Kate, Molly, and I, stayed naked. We walked downstairs to say goodbye.
“Thank you, Suzanne,” Miranda said, as she hugged my mom. They shared a long kiss, and then she repeated, “Thank you. Thank you so much for everything.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie,” said my mother, petting the woman’s cheek. “I’m so glad we met. Karen is very lucky to have you. And you’re lucky to have her.”
They both laughed. “You’re right, I am,” Miranda agreed.
More hugs and kisses were exchanged all around — our goodbyes sometimes seemed to take forever — and then finally they were out the door, into their cars, and gone. We were left with our own happy little family, a mom and three girls.
“Ready for bed?” Mommy asked. “Or do you kids want to play around some more first?”
“How about porn? Can we watch porn?” asked Kate.
“Sure, if you want to,” our mother chuckled.
So, we went upstairs to her bedroom and got in bed. The sheets were still somewhat damp in spots with milk and other bodily fluids, but none of us minded that. Mommy inserted a lesbian DVD into the player and turned on the wall-mounted plasma TV, a fairly new addition to the room.
We watched and masturbated, and we each came at least once, but the truth is, we were pretty much worn out. After only about 20 minutes, we decided to turn the DVD off. I thought that would be the end of it, that we’d go to sleep then, but there was one more little surprise.
“Can I ask you girls a favor?” Mommy said. Of course, anything, we all replied.
“Well,” she grinned, “this is something I don’t think we’ve ever done before, and I’d really like it if you’d do it for me.”
“What is it?” I asked.
In reply, our mother pushed the sheets down to her knees and spread her long legs apart. Using her fingers, she pulled back her labia, exposing her vagina.
“I want my girls to fuck me,” she said in a husky voice, “all three of my daughters, all at once. Each of you put a finger inside, okay?”
“You want us to fuck your cunt?” I leered.
Mommy nodded.
“I like that idea,” Kate giggled, as she scooted down between our mother’s legs. Molly was right behind her. I quickly got in place too.
“God, I love fucking my mom’s cunt,” said Kate, as she slowly slid a finger up inside. Molly and I each put a finger in as well. Our mother groaned in pleasure. She was very wet.
This was definitely something new. We’d fucked her pussy two at a time before, on numerous occasions, but never all three at once.
“Now fuck me hard,” Mommy said, as we began moving our fingers together, finding a rhythm. “It’s so hot, three little girls fucking their own mother, so dirty, so nasty, so good!”
She held her breasts in her hands, lifting them toward her face, bending low and tucking her chin so she could lick the erect nipples. “Fuck your mommy, little girls,” she urged. “Fuck your mommy’s pussy.”
“Mommy’s cunt, Mommy’s cunt,” Kate chanted as she stared at our fingers sliding in and out, gleaming with our mother’s juices.
“Yeah,” said Molly, “I love Mommy’s cunt. I love Mommy’s cunt so much.”
“Fucking hot cunt,” I hissed, “fucking our mother’s hot cunt. Three little girls fucking Mommy’s cunt.”
“God, fuck!” our mother gasped. “I’m getting close, so close. Don’t stop — fuck me harder, harder, harder — make Mommy come!”
We fucked her and fucked her and within only a few more seconds, she climaxed.
Mommy groaned, throwing her head back, hands now gripping the sheets, crying out as powerful spasms burst through her. I could feel the muscles of her vagina clamping down around our fingers. Hot, slippery fluids oozed out, soaking the sheets. The smell was delicious, the spicy scent of our mother’s sex, better than any perfume ever could be.
And that was the end, finally. Our mom thanked us, kissing us, sucking our fingers as we crawled up to say goodnight and lie beside her. I reached over to switch off the lamp, then cuddled with my wonderful mother and with my sisters. We all slept very soundly.
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