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On Wednesday morning that week, I awoke feeling a strong desire to confess. I really didn’t want to wait any longer — it was time to let Hannah know everything about our family. Over breakfast I talked again with my mom about it, and she agreed that I should go ahead.
Wednesdays, though, were one of those days when I took the bus to my advanced placement classes in the afternoon, so I didn’t see Hannah after school. Instead I got a ride home with Karen, as usual, and then she and I fooled around with my younger sisters and with Samantha for a while.
Karen left at about 5:30, and I started making dinner. We were having something pretty easy, just tricolor spiral pasta with marinara sauce and a green salad. Kate helped me in the kitchen while Molly and Chelsea set the table. Samantha had been picked up by her mom a few minutes earlier.
Dana arrived around 6:00 from her part-time job, our mother shortly after that, and then we sat down to eat. Halfway through our meal, the phone rang. Molly ran to answer it.
“Mommy, it’s for you!” she called from the family room.
“All right,” said Mommy, getting up from the table.
As Molly sat down again, she smiled at us. “It’s Hannah’s mom, with that funny way she talks.”
“It’s an English accent,” I told her. “Kind of cockney, I think.”
“What’s cockney?” Kate asked.
“I’m not really sure, I mean, I’m not exactly sure where the word comes from. But it means a certain way of talking. You hear it a lot in old movies and stuff. Kelsey’s accent isn’t that strong, but it’s sort of that way.”
Our mother returned a minute later, wearing an amused grin. “Well, kids, it’s looks like we’re going to have some fun. We’ve been invited to a party this Friday night at Lauren’s and Kelsey’s house.”
“A party?” said Dana.
“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded. She took a sip of wine, then added, “But not just an ordinary party.”
“Oh, you mean that kind of a party?” Kate giggled.
My mom smiled, although I’m not sure she got the reference. It was an old joke between Kate and me and Danni. Mommy went on, “This is going to be a porn party.”
“What??” Dana exclaimed.
“That’s right,” said Mommy, “and in fact they wondered if you wouldn’t mind bringing some of your own movies for us to watch, the ones you made when you were young.”
“Wow,” Dana giggled. “Okay, sure, I’d be glad to. Sounds like fun.”
* * *
The following afternoon, Thursday, I sat down in my bedroom with Hannah, closing the door so we would have some privacy. We talked for a minute or two about the exciting party coming up the next night. This was a conversation she and I had been carrying on all day long, whenever we got the chance. But now I had something else I needed to say.
“So, um, I want to tell you about, I mean, about some stuff, okay?”
“Okay. What stuff?” asked Hannah.
“Well, it’s, it’s about my family. You already know about me and my sister Kate, that we, you know, that we have sex. But, um…” I swallowed hard. “It’s not just Kate.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s, you know, it’s everybody. My whole family. Molly and Chelsea and Dana and my mom — all of us — we all have sex together.”
“You do?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay,” she shrugged. “I kinda thought that.”
“You did?”
“My mum thought so too. That’s why she decided to have that party, so she could see what you would do. If maybe you would tell us then. But you told me now.” The girl shrugged again.
“Wow. You don’t mind?”
“No, why should I mind?”
“Have you, I mean, have you and your mother ever…?” I began, unable to compete the question.
“Uh-uh. Not as yet. Well, ‘cept for kissing, and, you know, masturbating together. But nothing more.”
“But maybe,” I prompted, “tomorrow night?”
“Don’t know, possibly. Guess we’ll see.”
Hannah gave me a flirty smile, with those gorgeous big brown eyes twinkling — just about the cutest, sexiest 13-year-old girl there ever could be. I jumped on her and we made love. Luckily neither of us had any homework we hadn’t already completed earlier at school, so we simply enjoyed pleasuring one another for a couple of hours until it was time for her to go home.
* * *
Our mother left work a little early the next day. She sometimes would do that on Fridays when she wasn’t in the middle of a big case at the law firm. Anyway, she got home at about 5:00, and we all started getting ready for the party. It wasn’t supposed to be fancy or anything, but we wanted to look our best.
My mom took a shower, shaved her legs, and put on a sexy dress. It was one of my favorites, the low-cut green silk number with a halter top. That dress held great memories for me. I always got instantly wet when I saw my mother in it.
As for me, even though it was December and getting cold outside, I decided to wear the lovely yellow sundress my mom gave me the previous year as a surprise right after I turned 12. I’d grown a couple of inches in that time, of course, and so the pretty dress’s already short hem was even shorter now, showing a lot of leg. I also wore the Gucci shoes she’d bought to go with the dress, though I could barely squeeze into them now. They pinched my toes, but I figured I’d just take them off as soon as we got to Hannah’s house. Under the dress, I wore nothing else — no bra, no panties, no nylons.
Kate usually didn’t worry much about fashion or how she looked. On this special night, however, she made more of an effort. My sister was in a faded black denim miniskirt and a pair of cute ankle boots, also black. On top, Katie wore a red v-neck sweater with the sleeves pushed up to the elbow. I knew, because she’d told me, that underneath her outfit were the pink striped bra and panties she and I both loved.
I was startled when I saw what Dana was wearing. It was her blue and white polka dot stripper dress, little girl style, that she’d modeled for me not long after I started babysitting Chelsea. There was no doubt what Dana had in mind for that evening.
Molly and Chelsea both wore dresses too, and they were very short. If they bent over just the slightest bit, you could easily see their undies. Clearly, we were a family on the prowl for hot kinky sex.
After complimenting one another on our attire, we put on warm winter coats and headed out the door. We would walk to the party, since it was only two blocks away. But yipes, my feet hurt! I hoped I wouldn’t develop a blister before we got there.
Fortunately, I didn’t. As soon as we arrived at Lauren’s and Kelsey’s house and went inside, at a few minutes after 6:00, I stepped out of my too-small shoes. Well, first I removed my coat and let everyone say nice things about my pretty dress and my Gucci heels, then quickly took the shoes off.
I did something kind of fun after that. While the others were gushing over Dana’s darling little outfit — she was wearing the black patent Mary Janes and white anklets that went with the princess dress — I stepped close to Hannah and Kelsey, got their attention, and then flipped up the hem of my own short dress, letting them see my bare bottom.
“Ooh, precious,” smiled Kelsey, as Hannah giggled.
I leered at Kelsey, licking my lips, letting my gaze fall to her chest. She was in a stretchy white top, with short sleeves, and clearly wore no bra under it. Her large breasts sagged a bit, but the nipples were erect, poking sharply through the thin fabric of the top. You could even see their dark brown color. It made me want to yank the material down and start sucking her nipples. I was really turned on, ready for an orgy!
We still had to eat first, though — not pussy, I mean, but food.
After the coats were put away and all the compliments exhausted, we went to the kitchen. They’d prepared a buffet, with a couple of casseroles and several side dishes. We were given plates and each took some of whatever we wanted, then sat down in the living room to eat. They didn’t have a separate dining room or a large table, only the small one in the kitchen. That’s where they usually had their meals.
Anyhow, dinner was fine. Everything tasted good, although I didn’t pay much attention to it. My mind was racing ahead: What kind of porn would we watch? Would everyone start masturbating right away? Would we be naked or still have our clothes on?
Speaking of clothes, I also enjoyed taking a long look at Lauren while we were eating. She was a small woman, not as tiny as Dana, of course, but still petite, only about 5’1”. Unlike her cousin Kelsey, who was somewhat chubby, Lauren was quite slim. The abbreviated miniskirt she wore that night showed off her cute, shapely legs. Her blue satin blouse was unbuttoned at least halfway down, enough to detect — as I’d made sure to do earlier in the kitchen — that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Lauren noticed me ogling her. She slowly uncrossed her legs and I made the pleasant discovery that the woman had no panties on either. I opened my legs too, letting her see my bare pussy. When my mom saw what we were doing, she uncrossed her legs as well, and guess what — no panties! That didn’t really surprise me much, since my mother often dressed that way when she went out, but it certainly was delightful to see.
Soon everyone had their legs spread. Although only three of us were panty-less, it was super nice looking around at all the undies on display, not to mention picturing the sweet yummy pussies behind those undies.
After we finished dinner and then took our plates and things to the kitchen, Lauren suggested we wait a little while before dessert. No one objected. I’d brought over a pan of brownies I’d baked that afternoon, and there was a chocolate layer cake sitting on the counter, tempting us, but I think we were all eager to see what might happen next.
Back in the living room, Kelsey picked up a satchel from the floor by the sofa and began taking DVDs out of it, placing them on the coffee table for us to examine. I had a sudden fear that they might want to watch something hetero (you know, with men in it, having sex with women), but luckily there was nothing like that.
Every title was lesbian — No Man’s Land, Where the Boys Aren’t, Mother Daughter Exchange Club, Red Hot Lesbians, All Girl Orgy, Seduced By Mommy — and all the photos on the covers showed women or girls touching and kissing each other. Yes!
Dana got her bag and added three more DVDs to the selection. These, of course, had the added bonus of including our very own Dana as a performer. Excellent!!
Now we settled in to the true purpose of the party. I’d wondered earlier if we were going to watch the movies with our clothes on or off, and that question was answered right away. As soon as we made the decision about which title to start with (one of Dana’s was chosen) and Lauren leaned over to load the DVD player, Kelsey whipped off her top, freeing her breasts. With a chuckle, she pushed down her skirt and panties and stepped out of them. Her shoes were already off, so now she was naked, just like that.
My mom quickly followed Kelsey’s lead, as did everyone else. By the time the movie got going, we were all nude, squished close together on the sofa or in one of the room’s two armchairs. With ten of us there, we had to pile in, sitting on top of each other. Not that those of us on the bottom really minded that, I mean, there’s nothing much better than having a naked pre-teen girl on your lap while watching lesbian porn. You should try it some time!
The only difficulty in being packed so tightly was trying to get your hand to your pussy so you could masturbate. But after some giggling and shifting around and plenty of playful touching, we all had our fingers where we wanted them — either playing with ourselves or caressing another girl or woman — or, most often, both at the same time.
Dana came first, which certainly wasn’t surprising. Her clit is like a hair trigger. When Dana is sexually aroused, as she frequently is, it takes no more than a few seconds of rubbing or kissing or licking until she starts to climax — and then her orgasms can last forever. It’s no wonder she was such a natural at making porn. I doubt she ever had to fake it.
Following Dana, my mom was next, then Kelsey, and after that I lost track. It seemed like everyone was coming at once. The movie’d been playing for maybe ten or fifteen minutes and already the room was filled with the sounds and smells of feminine orgasms.
We let the DVD run a while longer, until we’d finished watching three of Dana’s scenes. Along the way, Kate came two more times, as did our mother. Kelsey and Lauren each climaxed at least once more, and so did I. I’m not sure about the younger girls. They were obviously having fun rubbing themselves, but I couldn’t tell for sure how many times they came, if at all. Of course, I was sort of distracted by my own orgasms — which is a good excuse, right? Oh, and Dana just kept coming, again and again and again.
The next development was when Kelsey, who was at one end of the sofa with Hannah on her lap, reached down into her satchel and pulled out a vibrator. It was long and silver, missile-shaped. She held it up for us to see.
“Sweet,” I heard Kate say.
“Anyone care for a go?” Kelsey asked the group. “We have mounds of ‘em, toys, I mean, any sort you fancy.”
“I’ll take one,” Kate immediately volunteered.
After replacing the vibrator in the satchel, Kelsey handed it to my sister. “Have whichever you want, love, and then just send it round,” she smiled.
Kate looked through her choices for a moment, then took out the silver vibrator. “Sweet,” she said again, before passing the bag to Dana.
It went around the room, and while everyone took a good look, not all of us decided to try a toy. Dana selected a cordless vibrating wand, and Lindsey chose one like that as well. Hannah pulled on a pink massaging glove, licking her lips in anticipation. I had the feeling she’d used it before. Chelsea found a pink glove just like Hannah’s and Dana helped her put it on.
My mother declined, and so Molly, and so did I. When the satchel got back to Kelsey, she took out a huge purple cock. “Don’t fancy men much now,” the brunette murmured, “but do so love being filled.” She put the ugly thing in her mouth first, coating it with her saliva, then slowly pushed it into her vagina, groaning heavily.
Lauren, meanwhile, ended up with a rabbit vibrator — it had this part that also massaged her clit — shoved deep inside her cunt along with a butt plug in her anus. She waited for everyone else to get ready before switching the vibrator on, but I could tell by the glazed look in her eyes that the woman was almost ready to come just from thinking about it.
We started up another movie, the one called Seduced By Mommy — and yes, just as you might hope, the premise actually was about moms having lesbian sex with their daughters. Of course, the acting wasn’t very good and I knew the performers weren’t really related, but still it was pretty hot to see.
What was even hotter to see, however, was all the women and girls right there with me having orgasms. We’d spread out a bit to use the toys, with some of younger kids sitting on the floor. And again, it didn’t take long at all for people to start coming. I don’t who was first or second or whatever, it really was impossible to tell. Just a lot of panting and groaning and screaming, along with some gushing from Kelsey. That giant dildo made her squirt like crazy!
By the time the second movie was halfway over, it seemed like the group was ready for a break. We’d had who knows how many orgasms, our hands were all wet and sticky, and several of us had been splattered by Kelsey’s squirts. Not that anyone was complaining, of course — it was totally fun. In addition to climaxing, we were also talking and laughing a lot. A great party.
“Is anyone getting thirsty?” Lauren asked as she slowly drew the rabbit vibrator out of her vagina. “Or hungry for a treat?”
“I am,” said Kate.
“Me too,” said Hannah. “I want one of Julie’s brownies.”
So, we got up and went to the kitchen, everyone still nude, of course. With the exception of Lauren, who’d been wearing a butt plug, no one else bothered to wash their hands. We just licked them clean.
I cut the brownies into squares while Kelsey served chocolate cake to those who wanted it. My mom opened a bottle of expensive brandy that she’d brought along as a hostess gift and poured some for the adults. The kids had Cokes.
As Lauren nibbled on a brownie, she said to Dana, “That movie was really amazing, the one you were in. But you looked so young! How old were you then? — if you don’t mind my asking.”
“No, I don’t mind,” Dana smiled. “You can ask me anything. I’d just turned 17 when I made my first one.”
“Really, 17?” said Lauren. “I would have guessed a lot younger.”
Dana chuckled, “I know, people always say that. They said it then too. But it’s true, that’s how old I was. I just looked younger.”
“You sure did,” Lauren said, shaking her head. Then she asked, “So how old were the other girls, the ones in the movie with you?”
“Most were older, like 18 or 19. But one of them, I remember, was only 16. She looked older than me, though.”
“Which one was she?”
“With a tattoo, the brunette with the tattoo on her butt cheek. Remember her?”
“Uh-huh, yeah,” Lauren nodded.
My mother smiled at Lauren. “So, do you like the idea that Dana looked so young? That she seemed like she might be only 12 or 13 then? Does that turn you on?”
“Well, yes, although I have to say it’s Kelsey who really loves that. Sometimes when we, um, I mean, sometimes we’ll talk about our favorite fantasies, and then, you know…”
Kelsey was standing by the counter, leaning against it, holding a small plate with a slice of cake. She’d just taken a big bite.
“Which do you like most,” Mommy grinned at her, “chocolate or very young girls?”
The brunette chuckled, finished chewing and swallowing, then said, “Must one choose? Can’t I have both?”
Mommy laughed and kissed the woman on the cheek. “Sure you can. Have your cake and eat your little girls too!”
We all laughed at that, then ate and drank and chatted for a while. But after a few more minutes, when the treats were just about finished, my mom surprised me. She said to Lauren, “You know, of course, there’s a big difference between 12 and 17. Or, even more, between 7 and 17.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, if you take a good close look, it’s easy to tell the difference between a woman’s pussy — or an older teenager’s — and a young girl’s pussy, right? Especially a prepubescent girl, like Chelsea here, for example.”
Mommy placed her hand on Chelsea’s shoulder. The tiny blonde was seated in a kitchen chair which had been pushed away a bit from the table. Her plate of chocolate cake was scraped clean, though there were smears of frosting around her mouth. She sat with her legs apart, swinging her feet, which didn’t reach the floor, smiling happily.
“Um…” Lauren didn’t seem too know how to respond.
“You understand what I’m saying? About the differences?” my mother pressed. “Obviously, you’ve seen the changes on yourself. Or you would have, if you looked carefully at your body as you were growing. Some girls do that, of course, and some girls don’t.”
“Uh, yeah,” Lauren mumbled.
“Let’s do this,” Mommy said. “Let’s take a very good look and compare the differences. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
Taking Chelsea by the hand, she led her back into the living room. Everyone else followed.
“You sit here on the sofa, on the back of it,” our mother told Chelsea. “Molly, you sit next to her, then Kate, then Julie, okay?”
Mommy positioned us side by side on the back of the sofa, with our feet on the cushions. She and Lauren and Kelsey knelt in front of us, squeezing in close together so they could get an intimate look at the genitals of a 7-year-old, a 9-year-old, an 11-year-old, and a 13-year-old.
They studied us one by one. In turn, my sisters and I opened our legs wide, allowing the women to examine us. Sometimes they would move back and forth from one to the other, discussing the differences and similarities, while also occasionally looking down at their own pussies. My mom used her fingers to spread our labia so they could peer in at our vaginas, and she pulled back the skin to reveal our clits. They didn’t do much more than that at this point — there wasn’t any kissing or overt fondling, but still I found myself becoming extremely aroused.
When Mommy came to me and separated my labia with her fingers, Kelsey breathed, “Cor, look at that, how juicy she is….”
“Nice,” sighed Lauren.
The others, Dana, Lindsey, and Hannah, were behind the three moms, standing up but leaning in to see as much as they could. I trembled with excitement. It was amazing to sit there naked like that with my legs spread, totally exposed, letting these women and girls look at my wet cunt.
Now my mother slid a finger up inside me, not very far, just a short way. I groaned. It felt so good. She drew the finger out, then brought it to her lips, sucking on it. “Mmm, tasty,” she smiled.
“Holy Jesus,” said Kelsey. “Didja really just do that?”
“Sure, I did,” Mommy grinned. “Would you like a taste?”
But then, before Kelsey could respond, my mom said, “I know, tell you what — um, Kate and Molly, you kids get down for a minute, all right? And Hannah, you sit up here beside Julie. Lindsey, can you get in between Hannah and Chelsea? That’s right, there you go.”
With the new girls in place, Mommy then positioned Dana in front of Chelsea, Lauren in front of Lindsey, Kelsey facing Hannah, and herself in front of me. Four moms kneeling on the sofa, gazing at the pussies of their four young daughters.
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