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Camping in France, Part Three

  • Posted on September 30, 2018 at 8:57 am

by Wickedsmile

We laughed, talked and listened until the afternoon turned into dusk, then walked back to the mansion, where we helped our hostesses make dinner. They had a big fridge which surprised us, but Isabeau said with a wink that she had no need of food poisoning.

The meal itself was simple but wholesome. The children were allowed to drink diluted wine. We chatted away while our mothers got a healthy blush as the wine bottles slowly emptied.

At one point I looked at Isabeau, who gave me a wink. “Since the night is quite young, does anyone fancy another change of costume?” she said.

We girls froze, then started to giggle. Our mothers looked surprised, and a little suspiciously at us. Then they looked at Isabeau who gave them an angelic smile. “But first we have to do the dishes.”

We cleaned the table and walked to the kitchen. My Mom gave me a curious glance. I just smiled back and looked at Ursula who grinned knowingly at me.

After doing the dishes we all walked up to the floor and into the room we had longed to see again.

Our mothers were flabbergasted. They looked in utter confusion at each other, our hostesses and us. Isabeau started to explain again about how she earned her livelihood. Our mothers were dazzled as they touched the corsets and admired their make.

“You can’t be serious,” Laura said breathlessly. “I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“These things are priceless, I mean…and what do you wear underneath?”

“Your femininity — that should suffice, shouldn’t it?”

Laura exchanged quick glances with Carmen, who shrugged helplessly.

Mom looked at me and gave me a sly smile. She knew. “I would like to,” she volunteered.

Isabeau smiled broadly and took her by the hand. “Let’s see what we have for you then.”

Laura and Carmen were rushed off by Yvonne and Monique. We started window shopping. I paired up with Ursula, while Valerie and Louise started to browse also.

Ursula and I started to get touchy-feely as we tried to find something that was to our liking. Our grins became huge as we commented about which corset would match our bodies or eyes or hair.

Carmen was led into the red dressing room first, shortly followed by Mom and Laura.

I looked to see where Louise and Valerie were. When I saw that they were admiring a particularly luscious corset I gave Ursula a quick kiss on the lips. She slipped her tongue into my mouth. I wrapped an arm around her and held her fast to prolong our kiss.

“Hey, no fair!” Valerie cried.

We looked at Valerie. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’ve got no one to kiss, damn it,” she muttered.

Ursula and I looked at Louise who went all red in the face. Valerie looked at her sister. “Come on, give me a break,” she hissed at us. “I can’t kiss her!”

I was taken aback when Ursula said: “What, don’t you think your sister is pretty?”

“She’s my sister!” Valerie protested.

Ursula was adamant. “Someone has to teach her, right?”

Valerie was getting seriously irked, Louise looked unhappy. We were at a crossroads and this incident threatened to spoil the entire atmosphere.

“It’s okay, sis,” Louise sighed miserably. “You don’t have to kiss me.”

“Can’t we swap?” Valerie asked us.

Ursula was getting angry, I saw her cheeks flush. “I’m with Rose,” she retorted.

“Okay okay, this is getting out of hand,” I said hurriedly with a look at the curtain that led to the dressing room, “we’re in this together now. Neither one of us wants to spoil this evening, right?” The others seemed to relax a bit. “For the sake of peace we’ll swap places.”

“But…” Ursula began.

“Do you want this evening to be ruined? No? Me neither. I’ll go with Valerie,” I said with a voice that was more commanding than I thought that I could sound.

“Okay with me, I fancied Louise more than her before you came,” Ursula blurted out.

We fell silent as we let that confession sink in. Then we started to snicker. “You did?” Louise asked.

“Yeah well,” Ursula said, exasperated, looking at me, “Valerie’s too old for me.”

I burst out in muffled laughter. “What?” Ursula said seriously, but her eyes twinkled. “Oh fuck, come on, Louise,” she said, took her by the hand and dragged her away.

Valerie and I looked at each other. “Well,” she said.

“Come here,” I said and touched her arm.

“I’m not going to kiss my sister,” she said decidedly.

“You don’t have to. Come on, let’s go find the corsets we want.”

It took a while for the four of us to relax completely, but soon we were happy showing each other, Ursula and Louise included, the corsets we had set our sights upon.

Soon our mothers emerged from the dressing room. For a moment I forgot the world when Mom walked out. Then I could tell that the others were equally impressed. Carmen especially seemed a wet dream on legs with her luscious figure and full breasts that hugged the material tightly.

Quickly we were asked to show what we had chosen, and before very long and all four of us had been dressed up by Isabeau and her daughters.

Breathless with excitement, we walked out to show ourselves to our mothers. They were awestruck.

Isabeau and her daughters retreated to dress up too. In the meantime we looked at each other. It could have been me, but from our mothers there shone tiny sparkling stars in their pubes. I became so excited that I could have ravaged any of these women or girls, just to quench the lust that rushed through me.

Mom took me closer and kissed me on the cheek. I felt her shiver and sensed that she wanted to do more. But she somehow managed to restrain herself. I wanted to slip a finger up her vagina and feel her wetness, so I knew just how she felt

When Isabeau and her daughters emerged from the dressing room, it felt like the ground had fallen away from under us. All three had their pubic hair shaved off, their perfect figures were dreamlike with an alabaster quality to their skin.

Isabeau motioned us to follow her to the room, where we underwent the next stage, although I suspected that there were many more to come.

We got to wear these beautiful stockings and long gloves and jewelry. Mom got a black silken choker with a big pearl, that was like a tear that was desperate to slide down between her breasts.

In a dream-like state, we then followed Isabeau to a part of the house we hadn’t seen before. “Welcome to our boudoir,” Isabeau said, and opened a room that was filled with big oriental cushions, a cabinet with drinks and large heavy drapes as she and her daughters lit big crystal chandeliers. All was in red, it was a room that breathed unadulterated sex.

As we lay down and tried to keep our hands to ourselves, she fixed us drinks. Monique and Yvonne lay down by Mom and Laura, Isabeau looked at Carmen a little too often and sure enough: when she had given us our wine she lay down by Carmen who was enthralled with her.

I was getting seriously wet between my legs and crossed them. I saw that the others were getting excited as well. A light perfume of womanhood started to permeate the room and still we guests were too afraid to say anything.

We just sipped our undiluted wine and looked around, feasting our eyes. Our eyes would meet and leave each other with a desperate haste, too afraid to see the lesbian lust that was saturating our souls.

Isabeau and her daughters seemed to be relaxed about it all, a bit too relaxed.

“So what is it that one does in this room?” I finally asked.

Isabeau just smiled. “What do you think?” I was lost for words.

“We come here to admire,” she spoke. “There is a lot to admire here tonight, wouldn’t you agree?”

I just swallowed and saw my mom across the room. Next to me lay Ursula, Valerie and Louise. I just couldn’t take my eyes off any one in the room. I looked at their breasts, legs, faces, hair — their exposed sexes, openly glistening, waiting for a mouth to drink the honey that was oozing onto the pillows.

Isabeau looked at Carmen. “I come here with my daughters to just… enjoy the view. Do you like what you see?”

“Yes,” Carmen whispered.

I looked sideways at Valerie who lay on her side, one leg lay down, the other bent up, in between a promise of heaven. Ursula seemed to brush an imaginary dust fleck from in between her legs. She looked at me hungrily and licked her finger.

“If I didn’t know any better,” I heard Laura mutter, “I would say that you are trying to seduce us. All of us.”

Isabeau looked at her in mock surprise. “Would you like us to?”

“Yes,” Laura said and laid a hand on Yvonne.

Yvonne smiled and traced the outline of Laura’s side with a finger.

We watched how Laura lay back and let Yvonne touch her, her legs spread open a little, her hands clearly hungry to touch naked flesh, any flesh.

“Is it okay if I touch your d-daughter?” Laura asked in a small voice, looking at Isabeau.

Isabeau smiled and nodded. “You may.”

Yvonne spread her legs a little. Laura touched her thigh and ran her hand up and down the smooth flawless flesh. “This is wrong,” she said.

“Why?” asked Yvonne.

“You’re so young.”

“Beauty transcends age. Don’t you find me attractive?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“Monique?” Isabeau asked her other daughter. “Let Laura touch you as well.”

Monique crouched over to her sister. She took Laura’s other hand and placed it on her body. Laura looked hypnotized at her hand that was now cupped over Monique’s breast.

Yvonne bent over and kissed Laura on her lips. Isabeau’s hand slid over Carmen’s body. Carmen started to tremble.

I saw Mom touch her thighs and felt a wildfire burst out inside me. I felt my pussy oozing steadily now. I looked over at Ursula, Valerie and Louise. A droplet slowly slid from Valerie’s cunt, rolling down her leg and onto the cushion.

When I looked back, both Yvonne and Monique were on their knees besides Laura, letting their hands run over the older woman, who had spread her legs for all to see. Her greedy hands touched the girl’s thighs as they smiled at her. Her hands went nearer and nearer to their pretty hairless folds.

Monique found Laura’s mound and opened her lips, Yvonne bent forward and gave Laura’s clit a lick. Laura shuddered, as we all did. Then Monique bent forward and did the same. Then she looked at Yvonne and gave her sister a kiss on the mouth.

Shocked, we watched the gorgeous siblings flick their tongues into each other mouths while Laura rubbed their mounds.

“Oh my God,” I heard Valerie whisper.

Yvonne and Monique must have heard her, because they looked at her in mock surprise. Seeing these sisters sharing passionate kisses made it much harder for me to control the need to fuck myself, so I slipped a finger to my clit, setting it afire with the smallest touch.

I looked helplessly at Mom who looked into my eyes and who also began to finger her clit.

By then, Monique and Yvonne were really making out. I realised that they were doing a show: our eyes were transfixed as we watched the sisters kiss. Yvonne bent forward and took her sister’s right nipple in her mouth. Monique grabbed her sister’s head and clutched it to her chest. Laura had buried three fingers inside Yvonne and was rubbing her clit.

I looked around and saw Louise and Valerie staring at the steamy lesbian action. Isabeau lay behind Carmen on her side and fingered her pussy, a long sleek hand making wavy motions between her thighs. Carmen pressed the hand hard by crossing her legs.

Then we saw Yvonne slide a hand between her sister’s legs and push a finger inside her vagina. Monique threw back her head and gasped. Yvonne started to kiss her sister’s other breast, her tongue emerging to flick at the nipple.

By now I was pushing two fingers inside myself while rubbing my clit. I wanted so desperately to go over to Mom and make love to her, but felt hesitant to do so. It was one border I wasn’t prepared to cross just yet, fucking my mother in front of others. I saw Mom look at me, and knew that she shared my feelings.

Monique rode her sister’s hand and squealed with pleasure. As I looked back, Valerie was touching her own clit. Behind her, Ursula was following suit. She looked over at me and smiled.

Behind her, Louise seemed at a loss what to do. Noticing that, Ursula rolled over, exposing her bare bottom. I felt a shiver of excitement when I saw that Ursula’s bottom was streaked with wetness from her pussy. She whispered something into Louise’s ear. Louise looked at her, half scared, half curious. Then Ursula bent forward and kissed Louise on the mouth.

I looked at Valerie, then at her hand as it was touching her mound. She glanced up at me, and I grinned, drawing closer to her.

If I couldn’t be with Mom, I would just have to give her a hot sex show. I moved my head towards Valerie’s mound. It smelled strong and sweet,

Valerie put a wet finger in my mouth. She tasted like heaven. Shivering, I kissed her clit, while slipping two fingers inside my own dripping cunt, spreading my legs to give Mom a good view.

With the other hand I trailed my fingers over Valerie’s glistening cunt and quickly slid in a finger. I twisted it, which made her moan. She stroked my hair as I licked her, lapping up her juices. Behind me, I heard Louise gasp, and knew that Ursula was giving her the same kind of treatment.

Soon Valerie shrieked and shuddered. I picked up the pace and felt a warm trickle of her honey flow into my mouth. I tried to gulp down every drop, but some dripped down my chin. Valerie writhed and I pushed in another finger, quickening my pace. Valerie quickly came again. Breathlessly she fell back, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

I hadn’t come just yet and looked back at Mom with wide grin. By then Mom had pushed four fingers into her cunt and by the looks of it was inches away from a massive orgasm. Carmen was sitting on Isabeau’s face and touching the beautiful breasts that had popped out of her corset. Monique and Yvonne had their faces buried in between Laura’s legs, taking turns licking her and kissing each other.

It was all too much for me to resist. I beckoned Mom to come over. She crawled to where I lay, looking hungrily at me.

Without caring what the others would think, I kissed my mother on the mouth. Valerie gasped in surprise. Mom’s hands were all over me, groping my small developing breasts, my ass, my cunt, while I touched her clit and tested the wideness of her cunt. Nearly all my fingers were sucked in her hole.

I think I heard Carmen whimper “Oh my God,” and come. From a corner of my eye I saw Laura, Monique and Yvonne look at us. I smiled and slowly pushed my hand inside Mom, who stiffened.

We were the sideshow now. Mom lay back as I fisted her on the spot. I saw my hand disappear in her cunt up to the wrist, then deeper until half of my forearm went inside. Mom’s face contorted as she begged me to fuck her. I pushed my arm in and out.

The other women didn’t seem to know how to react. I pulled down Mom’s corset to expose her breasts and started to suck on her nipples while my arm made the heavenly trip over and over again. Mom bucked and whimpered, then stiffened with a sudden howl. I slowed my pace,drawing my arm a bit further each time till my hand popped free.

Mom lay there in a gasping mess, then she pulled me onto her and kissed me hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue inside.

We kissed like lovers for God knows for how long. By the time we managed to break apart, we glanced around at the others who still didn’t seem to know how to react.

“I love my mom,” I explained. “She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I think maybe I’ve wanted to fuck her for a long time.”

“That was hot,” Louise said.

Mom looked up and smiled. “Wanna try?”

“Doesn’t it hurt, her whole hand in you like that?”

Mom laughed. “I loved it. I’d enjoy your hand too, I bet.”

Louise crawled towards us with a big question mark on her face. I just grinned and encouraged her to join us.

Mom spread her legs and Louise began to lick her cunt. Her pert ass stuck up in the air and it was just too inviting to pass up. I moved behind her and saw Valerie watching me. I spread her sister’s ass cheeks and paused to study Louise’s dripping cunt. Making sure that Valerie had a good view, I bent down to get my first taste of Louise.

Louise gave a surprised muffled sound, and then spread her legs a bit further apart to give me greater access. A long thread of juice dripped down Louise’s delicious cunt and I spread her open to show it to Valerie, who had slipped two fingers in her own vagina while massaging a breast through the material of her corset.

“Want to taste?” I whispered.

Valerie let go of herself and slowly crawled forward. She touched her sister’s juicy slit, then brought the finger to her mouth to taste. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and I moved to one side to let things play out. Valerie’s nostrils flared as she followed the flavor to its source and kissed her sister’s cunt. Louise gave a soft shriek as her sister began to suck and and nibble on her. Louise rocked back and forth, still eating my mother who held her face close. Mom looked at me and smiled like an angel before she closed her eyes.

I had to smile. Mere minutes earlier, Vanessa was unwilling to even kiss her sister’s mouth, and now she was going down on her. I didn’t exactly know what kind of spell had captured the lot of us, but loved every second.

I felt two hands move over my breasts and and looking back, saw Ursula smiling hungrily at me. From behind, she slipped two fingers into my pussy. I bent forward and kissed Mom on her mouth. I could hear Louise beginning to come, and wondered if she knew who was making her feel so good.

I let Ursula fuck me until I felt my cunt contract and with a moan, I came. Mom and I broke our kiss.

“Honey?” I heard Carmen say in a far away voice. Ursula looked at her mom, then at me. I grabbed her hand and brought her over to Isabeau and Carmen.

Ursula gazed shyly at her mother, who reached out to take her eleven-year-old’s hand. “Can I kiss you, baby?” Carmen whispered, her face glowing with love.

Ursula nodded. “Yes, Mommy,” she quietly replied.

Isabeau and I watched mother and daughter kiss each other hesitantly, then the kiss grew hot and passionate. Ursula began to fondle Carmen’s breasts as their tongues flickered back and forth.

Isabeau kissed me and guided a hand towards her crotch. It was hot and moist. She pulled down her corset to reveal her magnificent breasts. Without waiting for an invitation I started to kiss the soft flesh and gently bite on her erect nipples. Her clit felt big under my fingers, and when I probed the entrance to her cunt it felt wet and wide. I found that two fingers fit in easily.

Isabeau murmured, “Put your hand in,” and spread her legs a bit further.

I smiled and gently eased my hand into her juicy channel until it was up to the wrist. Isabeau hissed and clenched the muscles of her vagina so tightly, that I couldn’t move my hand until she relaxed a bit. Her fingers ran through my hair.

Behind me Mom was practically ordering Louise to fist her hard, and judging by the sound, Louise had done just that. I moved my fist deep into Isabeau who arched her back and pressed my face hard against her breasts. Like a newborn infant, I hungrily fed on them.

Then Isabeau turned around on my wrist, reaching back to grasp my other hand, she guided it towards her ass. First I didn’t know what to do, but then got the picture. I bent down and licked her asshole up and down to get it moist, then carefully inserted a finger. Like with her cunt, it slipped in easily.

“More,” Isabeau begged me, so I worked three fingers into her rectum. Isabeau yelped and thrust her hips back at me. Nectar was oozing in a steady stream down her thighs. My heart pounded as I started to pry in my hand in. I couldn’t believe that I could penetrate both of her holes, but somehow I managed it.

With both hands inside, I started to fuck her for real. Isabeau bucked and screamed in a long string of orgasms that raged through her until she went limp and fell forward. I carefully withdrew my hands from Isabeau’s body, and she rolled over, panting with a empty look in her eyes. I found her mouth with mine and we shared a gentle tongue kiss.

By the looks of it, the others were also spent. The air was heavy with sex, lesbian lovers both young and adult lying in each other’s arms and sharing kisses each other. But I wasn’t ready yet — I wanted one more thing.

“Ursula?” She was nestled in her mother’s arms, lips moist from her lovemaking with Carmen. Both of them were naked. I felt a pang of regret that I hadn’t got to see them fuck, but perhaps I’d get another chance before our holiday was through.

Little Ursula raised her face, giving me a dreamy smile. “Uh-huh?”

“I need you,” I murmured, lying down on my back and beckoning her to come over, spreading my legs wide for her.

When she was with me, she gave me a kiss. Briefly sucking Ursula’s sweet tongue, I ripped down my corset and let her kiss my budding breasts. “I want you to fist me,” I whispered in her ear.

She looked at me quizzically. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I need to feel what it feels like… and you have the smallest hands.”

Mom must have understood what it was about, because she crawled from the sweaty tangle of limbs she’d been in with Louise and Valerie to join us. I noticed that Valerie was sharing a tender kiss with her little sister.

Ursula started to fuck me with two fingers. Mom whispered in her ear, telling my eleven-year-old lover what to do. I held up my legs and felt Ursula push in three fingers. At first it hurt a little, and I let her continue to fuck me until I told her “Okay, ready for more.”

Then she added another finger, carefully twisted it to allow my cunt to adjust to the increased pressure. Then I was felt ready for the next step and Ursula slowly pushed her hand into me.

I moaned and felt tears well up in my eyes, unable to tell pain from pleasure. Then I saw Ursula smile and when I looked down, I saw that her hand was buried in my cunt. I felt my vagina stretched to its limit and bit my lip.

Mom bent over and offered me her breasts to lick and suck while Ursula started to move her hand in and out of me. I cried out loud and begged her, “Fuck me… oh God, Ursula, fuck me!”

She picked up her pace, and I started to see stars. Then the orgasm hit me, washed over me, threatened to break my back, rip my belly apart. I became no one, I was the entire universe.

I screamed and came so hard that I passed out. The last thing I remember feeling was a sudden release, rushing through my spine until it slammed into my brain.

When I came to, Ursula’s mouth and chin were glistening with a thick, viscous fluid.

“Wow,” she said.

“What?” I croaked.

“You squirted.”

“No way.”

Yes way.”

“Oh my God, I had no idea I could do that,” I felt ridiculous, but proud.

“It was great,” Mom said, licking her fingers. “You taste so good, honey.”

We looked around at each other, grinning like fools. Isabeau stood up and let her daughters remove her corset, leaving her naked. “Come, ladies,” she murmured, “Let’s go to the river, freshen up and have something to eat.”

We all thought that was the greatest idea ever. We helped each other take off what little we were still wearing walked out naked towards the river where we spent some time in the chilly water to wash away the sweat and body fluids.

Whatever taboo barriers there had been between us, they were gone now. Sisters, mothers and daughters played, teased, kissed and fucked in the river and on the shore.

Valerie and her sister Louise began to make love again, getting into a frantic sixty-nine, and this time their mother Laura joined them. I watched in awe as she spread Louise’s buttocks apart, then began to lovingly lick her daughter’s anus.

We ended up in a collective incest orgy. I lay Mom down in the grass and began to eat her pussy, Ursula sat on her mother’s face, and Isabeau got onto all fours, where her daughters eagerly pleasured both her holes.

Finally we washed ourselves in the river one last time, then made our way back to the house. In the salon we drank some wine, and then went to our rooms where we all fell willingly into a long satisfying sleep, perhaps dreaming of the delights still to come on this wonderful holiday.

The End
 

Ripples, Chapter 1

  • Posted on September 28, 2018 at 12:51 pm

by Sapphmore and  JetBoy

Note from Sapphmore: This is the first story of any kind I’ve written since school (now a distant memory) and certainly not the type of story suitable for an English exam.  In case it isn’t obvious from my prose, I am English. I live in the green and pleasant land of the English countryside, oh and I’m a man, all of which will probably be obvious when you read my story.

Like most men with a pulse, I found long ago that lesbian porn ‘floated my boat’ more than any other. However, about six years ago I came across (no pun intended) written erotica via sites like ASSTR, Nifty, Literotica etc, and in time found Leslita and the now-defunct Loliwood (which had some great fiction, although there were too many stories of male domination over young girls for my liking), before finding the Holy Grail that is Juicy Secrets.

After considerable procrastination, I finally plucked up the nerve to submit a story. I soon discovered that writing erotica is a far cry from writing reports and, although I am quite proud of my command of the English language, when it came to dialogue and an engaging story, that was somewhat lacking. Luckily for me, Jetboy took pity on me and set about trying to make me into an author (it may be some time, but I’m trying). The result so far is this first story of a seed that germinates slowly and puts a mother on the path to enlightenment.

I hope you like it.

Note from JetBoy: When Sapphmore sent “Ripples” my way, I was mightily impressed with the result, especially seeing as it’s his debut as an erotic author. I told him that I’d be delighted to serve as his editor, then jumped right in.

As I began to do my usual editing routine, I found myself coming up with ideas to expand the story and flesh out the characters, including the additions of new scenes and dialogue. Sapphmore gave me carte blanche to run wild with his prose, and our excitement grew as we tossed thoughts back and forth. We soon reached the conclusion that “Ripples,” had evolved into a joint effort, and Sapphmore generously elected to have my name accompany his as co-author.

Anyhow, enough explanation — on to the erotica! Do enjoy.

*****

Chapter 1

The woman stared back, as though she was trying to see behind her eyes. Her long red hair was a mess, but despite that and her lack of makeup, it would be hard to dispute her beauty. The woman’s face started to blur; the steam from the tap was beginning to cloud the image.

Jessica Matthews wiped the mirror and carried on getting ready for work, but still continued the silent dialogue with her reflection. She wondered why the woman staring back at her looked so forlorn, given that she owned a very successful business, could and did turn heads wherever she went, had plenty of friends and, best of all, three adorable daughters who were surely destined to break more than a few hearts when they ripened into womanhood. The only thing missing in her life was a loving husband.

There had been one, and they had been blissfully happy for a few years as Jess raised the girls, three flawless miniature versions of herself. (She could hear them now, running around and jostling for control of the main bathroom.) Jessica and Mark had been university sweethearts who went on to marry, just as everyone expected they would. Both worked hard in their respective careers, but his had taken a different path three years earlier, when the tech company Mark worked for asked him to take charge of an overseas office.

That’s when her perfect world fell apart. Jessica had no wish to leave the thriving Oxfordshire town where she’d been born and grown into womanhood, or give up her job. The girls loved their school, and her mum and younger sister lived within close reach — not to mention dozens of friends. Why give up their happy lives and start over again in another country?

Then came the real shock. Mark made it clear that if she didn’t want to go, he was sure to find someone who would appreciate the opportunities such a move could bring. That’s when the penny dropped, and Jessica realised that he already had someone in mind for a life partner — and she’d been relegated to the back-up, not his first choice.

The divorce was swift and merciless. Three months later, Mark was shipping out to the USA after making arrangements for the settlement and ongoing maintenance of the girls.

Jess and her daughters had taken it badly at first, but in the months that followed, the girls managed to come to terms with it — perhaps realising that, on the rare occasions when their father wasn’t working, he was off on a business trip, so they hadn’t actually seen much of him anyway. Jessica made up for his absence by putting aside even more time for them, so before very long mother and daughters had become their own version of the Four Musketeers, an inseparable force to be reckoned with.

A crash stirred Jessica from her reverie and she went downstairs to the kitchen. She glanced around and saw three faces turn to her as she entered the room.

“It’s okay, Mum. A bowl just slipped from my hand,” said her eldest daughter, Alice.

She was twelve years old, going on twenty-one, and had the rich blonde hair of her father. The middle sister  Katie, age nine, was more of a mix of both parents, with wavy strawberry blonde tresses. Then there was Poppy, who at seven had long, deep red hair that clearly came from her mother’s side.

The younger girls seemed relieved that Alice had jumped to their defence, as they’d clearly been squabbling over the same cereal bowl. It was typical of their older sibling to take the heat for them. She was fiercely protective of her little sisters, like a surrogate nanny, and Jessica knew all too well that she’d be lost without Alice’s steadying influence.

She gave the girls a look of amused disbelief, then grabbed a brush and cleared up the mess, her earlier confrontation with the Jessica in the mirror now forgotten.

*****

An hour later, Jessica had dropped the girls off at school and was just arriving at work, parking in the small lot next to her store.

Jessica owned a ladies fashion shop in a thriving town a few miles outside the city of Oxford which, due to her hard work and talent, she had made very successful. This was later helped by the legacy from her Father, who had died five years earlier. That, along with her divorce settlement, had allowed her to expand the business.

What set her clothing shop apart from so many others was the choice she’d made to diversify her stock into many different styles. She catered for the “ladies who lunch” (as she called the cream of Oxfordshire Society wives), as well as older women with traditional tastes and even young millenials and teens who sought out the latest and flashiest trends. No matter who entered the store, Jess did her best to carry something to suit their taste — and if a customer couldn’t find anything they wanted in stock, she also had contacts for custom-made couture.

That day, after a busy couple of hours on the job, Jessica dropped into the tea rooms across the road for a coffee and light lunch. It was owned by one of her best friends, who lived on the same street in a picturesque village just a ten-minute drive out of town.

Rachel Thomas was a dark-haired 37 year-old beauty, also divorced, with two daughters — Bella, twelve, and Cindy, ten — who were close friends with Jessica’s older girls. Jess and Rachel had met at some school function and bonded almost immediately.

As Jess entered the tea room, Rachel’s business partner Charlotte Coleman gave her a warm welcome, then asked what she fancied for lunch. She was close to Jessica’s age at 35, but looked much younger, mostly because she was tiny with short blonde hair that made her look like a pixie. This sometimes led people to underestimate her, but Charlotte was smart, determined and, when needed, tough as nails.

Taking a brief glance at that day’s lunch menu, Jess gave Charlotte her order, then joined Rachel, who was seated in a quiet corner. They exchanged greetings, then began to chat, quickly getting up to speed on each other’s lives.

Not long after their orders arrived, Rachel began a new topic of conversation, one that Jess hadn’t been expecting. Setting her tea cup to one side, she studied her friend. “So tell me, Jessica —  when were you last out on a date?”

Jessica’s fork paused in mid-motion. “You mean a real date, with a man?”

“Whoever. And yes, I mean a real date.”

Jess pondered, sighed. “Almost a year ago.”

“That long?” Rachel said, clearly surprised. “I knew it had been awhile, but…”

“Listen, between my job and looking after the girls, I don’t have time to play the romance circuit — or the energy, for that matter. Also, I’m not ready to bring someone new into the family.”

“Well, I hope you’ve at least had a bit of casual sex.”

“Oh, a couple of times since Mark left,” Jessica said with a shrug. “In all honesty, though, I think I only did it out of frustration… or maybe to prove to myself that I’ve still got what it takes.”

At that last remark, Rachel shook her head in disbelief. “Are you serious? You’re only thirty-eight and still bloody gorgeous! I know lots of men who would fall at your feet for a date.” She smiled. “A few women, too.”

Jess stared at Rachel. “Excuse me? What do you mean, a few women?”

“Why on earth should that seem odd to you?” Rachel replied. “Don’t tell me you’ve never at least thought about having it off with another woman. Didn’t you practise kissing with any of your friends when you were at school?”

“Of course not!” Jessica responded, rather too quickly — suddenly turning her attention to cutting up bits of her chicken fillet. “I had boys to practise with, thank you very much.” Then she paused, gazing thoughtfully at her friend. “I suppose you’ve kissed lots of girls, have you? Rachel Thomas, is all this… this talk about my romantic life just your way of telling me that you’re considering batting for the other side?”

Rachel only grinned. “Well, I wouldn’t say I’d kissed lots of girls, but I did practise with my best friend at a couple of sleepovers… and I even had a bit of a fling with a roommate when I was at university.” She paused, making a face. “Mind you, considering the quality of the men around here, I wouldn’t half mind a night of passion with a sexy lady. Nowadays, I have to settle for a bit of the five-finger shuffle, or my trusty toys.”

Jessica opened her mouth to speak, then went quiet. This whole conversation was making her feel slightly uncomfortable. Thankfully, Rachel seemed to notice, and dropped the subject.

Glancing at her watch, Jessica realised that it was later than she’d thought. “Oh, damn, got to get back — I’ve a mountain of invoices to slog through.” She rose from her seat. “Thanks for lunch, Rachel. Drop by the shop sometime, and I’ll treat you to a new sweater. We’ve just got in some lovely ones, pure Argentinian wool.”

“I’ll take you up on that,” said Rachel, walking her friend to the entrance.

Then, just as Jessica was about to leave, Rachel placed a hand on her arm. “Listen, Jess, why don’t I get a babysitter and pop over tonight? We’ll make a girls’ night out of it. I’ll bring a couple of chick flicks and a bottle of Chablis.”

Jessica was taken aback — but a moment’s reflection convinced her that Rachel’s idea was a good one. God knows, it’s been awhile since I’ve had some real “me” time, she told herself. “Sounds great!” she replied with a nod and a smile. “Make it around ten o’clock or so, and you can say hello to the girls before they turn in.”

“It’s a date, then,” Rachel said. “Your first in a year, is it? I feel honoured.” With that, she gave Jess a warm hug and a peck on the cheek, murmuring, “See you tonight.”

“Um, yes — see you,” Jess murmured, the little bell on the door tinkling as she opened it to depart.

Back at work, the afternoon was a little quieter than usual. As Jessica was going through those invoices, her mind kept drifting back to what Rachel had said about kissing other girls, and she wondered why she’d withheld the truth from her friend.

In fact, Jess had kissed her good friend Abigail — at a sleepover, back when she was twelve. It had happened during a game of Truth or Dare, a challenge made by their mutual chum Liz, who added, “And it’s gotta be the real thing, you guys — tongues and everything!”

She’d gone into the kiss thinking the whole thing was silly, a giggle, but the softness of Abby’s mouth caught Jess by surprise. Then her friend’s warm, wet tongue parted her lips, timidly seeking entrance — and just like that, her heart began to race. Without a second thought, Jess brought her own tongue into play, and suddenly the two girls were kissing for real.

Years later, Jess sat behind her desk, toying with the pen in her hand as the memory came back, clear and stark. She’d felt hot and cold at the same time, and found herself wanting to wrap both arms around the girl and hold her close, so that their bodies were touching. Instead, she pulled away with a nervous giggle. Abby had also laughed, though Jess could tell that her friend had liked the kiss too.

The Truth or Dare game ended there, the girls agreeing that it was late, time to settle down for the night. But sleep was a long time coming for Jess.

Unwanted questions assailed her. Why had she enjoyed kissing Abby so much? Did it mean that she liked girls? Had the others sensed her feelings? That last one scared Jess the most. She remembered how Liz often referred to a certain teacher as a “lezza.” What if she thought I was like that? Jess wondered. The very idea had terrified her.

I’ll just have to make sure that I never do anything like that again, she decided, and finally managed to fall asleep.

Back in the here and now, Jess thought about her frightened adolescent self, and how there had been a certain distance between her and Abigail after that night. The crazy thing is, she mused, I’d swear that’s still the hottest, most thrilling kiss I’ve ever had. With a twelve-year-old girl, no less!

With a sigh, she put her thoughts to one side and got back to work.

When it was time to pick up the girls, she said goodbye to the staff, then had a quick chat with her shop manager. Caterina Lombardi was a 37-year-old Italian with a voluptuous figure, rich dark eyes and a bright smile. Her Mediterranean accent gave her an air of mystery, and she was hugely popular with the customers. Jessica knew full well how lucky she was to have her. Sometimes she wondered why the woman had never gone into the fashion business for herself, but Cat always insisted that she loved working for Jess.

Jessica picked up her daughters, then made a quick stop at the grocery on the way home. On arrival, the girls raced upstairs to change out of their school clothes and get started on their homework, while Jess swapped her high heels for comfy slippers and began to prepare the evening meal. An hour later, the family came together at the dinner table, where they enjoyed plates of spaghetti and discussed what kind of days they’d had.

Just before 10 o’clock, there was a knock on her door. When Jess opened it there was Rachel, wearing a short summer dress. Katie and Poppy had already gone to bed and Alice was just on her way upstairs, but she paused to give “Aunt Rachel” a cheery hello and a hug before making her exit.

Jess brought out two glasses and a tray of nibbles she’d had ready, then she and Rachel seated themselves on the sofa. After opening and pouring the wine, they started to chat, both women carefully skirting around the subject of sex — at least, until Rachel reached for her purse with a knowing smile. Reaching in, she produced a couple of DVDs with a flourish, both of them in plain white boxes. “These have been knocking around for awhile in the back of my wardrobe. To me, they’re pretty hot… let’s see what you think.”

“Pretty hot? What on earth?” Jess asked, puzzled. “You told me you were bringing chick flicks, Rachel.”

Rachel laughed. “Well… these are chick flicks, sort of. You’ll see.” Opening a case, she plucked the DVD from inside, then rose to her feet. “Go ahead and turn it on — I’ll put this in.” Shrugging, Jess aimed the remote, switching on the TV and DVD player. Rachel inserted the disc, then rejoined her friend on the sofa.

As soon as the title Girls Who Love Girls #35 came up, Jessica knew exactly what kind of chicks Rachel had meant. “Oh, my God, Rachel!” she gasped, then gave a nervous giggle. “Um… are you trying to convert me or something?”

Rachel just laughed. “Who, me?” she said, then sipped her wine.

Absently taking a throw pillow into her lap, Jess settled back, her pulse throbbing. Ever since lunch with Rachel, her thoughts had been drifting again and again to the idea of sex between women. A couple of hours earlier while chopping tomatoes and onions for her spaghetti sauce, Jessica found herself wondering if she could even summon up the nerve to enter a lesbian bar, much less hook up with a female stranger.

Standing there at the cutting board, Jess had decided that although it was an interesting notion — and goodness knows, her last few encounters with men had been anything but inspiring — she would have to put a lot more thought into it before exploring the possibility of making love with a woman.

And now she was watching a lesbian sex film with one of her best friends, who had more or less admitted to being bisexual earlier in the day.

Is Rachel planning to make a move on me? she wondered. Then a second, more unsettling question made itself known: If she did, how would I respond?

She stole a glance at her friend, imagining her as a potential sex partner. Jess had to admit that a woman like Rachel would be the kind of lover she would want: thick, luxurious dark red hair, hazel eyes and a full, womanly body that was built for comfort. I bet she’d feel really nice in a cuddle, Jess thought.

On the screen, two blonde women were seated on a bed, having a conversation that Jess wasn’t even listening to — but when one leaned in and kissed the other, her attention was riveted. The kiss quickly grew hot and eager, then the two lovers began to undress.

Jessica couldn’t help but be aroused by the sight, but didn’t want it to show. Trying to make it seem casual, she said, “They aren’t really blonde, are they?”

“Those two?” Rachel said with a disdainful snort. “Not bloody likely. I can practically smell the L’Oréal Paris‎ from here!” She paused, studying the women as they stripped out of the last of their clothing. “Mind you, they are damn sexy, aren’t they?”

“Yes,” Jess replied, not knowing what else to say.

She and Rachel were silent as they continued to watch the lesbian sex unfolding on the screen, steadily growing more explicit. By then the lovers were in a sixty-nine, mouths feasting on each other’s shaved slits. Suddenly the scene changed, and there were two different women on the screen, walking down a hallway hand in hand. Feeling somewhat confused, Jess glanced at her friend.

“This disc is all clips from different movies,” Rachel said. “No real plot to speak of, just non-stop sex.”

Jessica shifted her attention back to the action. Like in the previous scene, these women were kissing. They were just as attractive as the first two but looked much less like porn stars, so the lovemaking was far more convincing, their kisses especially hot. By the scene’s end, Jessica was feeling increasingly  aroused.

The next clip on the disc featured two women in their late thirties or older, seducing a teenage babysitter. Actually, the so-called babysitter was at least twenty-five herself, made up to look more like a high school girl. Not that Jess minded — the sex itself was still sizzling hot!

After a while, she surreptitiously glanced over at Rachel, and was shocked to see that she had pulled the skirt she wore up to expose her thighs and a pair of lacy knickers, cupping the crotch with her free hand. Taking a longer look, Jess saw that Rachel was making small movements with her index finger, stroking the cleft of her vagina. Her heart jumped a beat when she noticed that the front of her friend’s panties was visibly damp.

Suddenly embarrassed, Jessica turned back to the TV screen just in time to see a stunning brunette shove several fingers into a trimmed auburn pussy, then bend down to tease her lover’s clit with a flickering tongue. Jesus sodding Christ, she thought, this is amazing! The few bits of straight porn she’d seen before had left her cold, but these lesbian scenes were something else again.

Jess was getting very turned on. Without thinking, she slipped a hand down the front of her loose fitting tracksuit, using the pillow in her lap for cover. She’d gone without panties, and was astonished by how wet her pussy was. She began to slowly trail her middle finger up and down her slit and through the close-trimmed patch of auburn pubes, now matted with her fluids. Without effort, that finger slid easily into her vagina, then curved as she probed increasingly deeper, using her thumb to make tiny circles round the inflamed nubbin of her clitoris.

She was staring at the lusty sex action on the TV, at times briefly closing her eyes when ripples of ecstasy surged through her — then, suddenly, Jess felt something touching her hand. She started, opening her eyes to see Rachel, very close to her and with one hand joining Jessica’s inside the tracksuit, pressing between her thighs.

Shocked, Jess started to move away, but Rachel stopped her with a smile and a shake of the head, whispering, “Just go with it, love… let me help.”

She joined her fingers to Jessie’s and began to touch her friend’s dripping minge, exploring the warm, wet flesh. Then with a single abrupt thrust, she plunged her fingers alongside Jessica’s into the juicy hole.

A violent shudder shook Jessica — then Rachel suddenly leaned in and kissed her, forcing her tongue between Jessica’s parted lips. A stunned Jess froze at first, then began to respond as if she’d been waiting her whole life for this kiss. Maybe I was, she thought.

Their tongues engaged in a lustful duel as the two friends drew even closer, pressing their bodies together. There was an urgency and passion to this kiss that Jess, and indeed Rachel, had very rarely felt with anyone.

They kissed for a long, lovely while — then, without warning, Jess climaxed with more intensity than she had in years, with such a gush of fluids that she wasn’t completely sure she hadn’t pissed herself.

As her ecstasy subsided and finally dimmed, Rachel planted a gentle kiss on Jessica’s lips and said, “There. Now you’ve practised with a girl.” She sat back on the sofa, grinning like the cat who’d gotten the cream.

Struggling to compose herself, Jess absently wiped her wet hand on the tracksuit. “Oh, my goodness, that was… that was so…” Unable to summon the words to describe her feelings, she fell silent.

Rachel seemed to understand, and patted Jessica’s arm.

“Um… we should probably call it a night,” Jess mumbled. “I had a bit too much to drink… and I’m up early tomorrow morning.”

Rachel slowly rose to her feet. “Yeah, I’d better get back and sort out the babysitter.” Jess gave her a quizzical look, then Rachel added, “So she can get home, I mean.”

As Rachel straightened her clothes, Jess ejected the DVD and placed it back in the case, then switched off the TV. “Here’s your disc,” she said, holding it in an extended hand.

“You hang onto that,” Rachel said with a smile. “I’ve got more at home. Watch the whole thing — you’ll pick up a few good ideas for next time.”

Jess felt her face grow hot. “Rachel! You are so bad.”

“I prefer to be called ‘fun-loving’, but I’ll settle,” Rachel said, reaching for her purse. “Thanks for having me over, Jess.”

“Thanks for the company… and the entertainment,” Jessica replied. “I — I had a really good time.”

As they made their way to the front door, Rachel turned to Jess and said, “It’s about time we had a girly night out. How about getting a couple of our mates together and making a proper evening of it — y’know, a few dozen drinks and some unrestrained dancing?”

Still feeling somewhat dazed, Jess replied, “Oh, sure. Sounds great. I’ll, er, make some calls in the week, spread the word.”

As she opened the door to let Rachel out, they paused to glance at each other. Unable to resist the sudden impulse she felt, Jess suddenly put her hands to her friend’s face, drew close and gently kissed her, then said, “Thanks again, love. Have to admit, I needed that.”

Rachel just responded with, “I know,” and a wink. With a squeeze of her friend’s hand, she stepped into the night, crossing the road to her house.

As Jessica closed the door and turned around, she thought she caught a movement in her peripheral vision, but put it down to the wine. Shaking her head to clear it, she collected wine glasses and the serving platter.

As she moved into the kitchen, a small figure darted further back into the dark and froze.

Minutes earlier, Alice had gotten out of bed to get some water and heard strange noises downstairs, so she crept quietly down a few steps to investigate. She hadn’t been able to see much, as her position was behind the sofa where her mum and Rachel were sitting, but she saw enough to know that they were kissing.

That was startling enough, but then Alice glanced at the TV, her eyes going even wider as she took in a scene from Rachel’s lesbian DVD. A beautiful naked lady with red hair was stretched out on her back, and another dark-haired lady who wore only knickers was licking between her legs.

Alice’s mouth hung slack at the sight. She knew what lesbians were, of course, and had seen two women kiss each other in a grownup movie that Mum had allowed her to watch. But that was a far cry from watching her own mother making out with another woman — or the hardcore lesbian sex that was unfolding on the television screen.

Thinking about it, Alice decided that she liked the idea of Mum being girlfriends with Aunt Rachel. Her feelings about the few men that her mother had dated since Dad left ranged from indifference to active dislike. Guess Mum didn’t like them much either, the twelve-year-old told herself, ‘cause she didn’t go out with any of them but a time or two.

Her attention shifted back to the TV screen. The two lovers, now both completely naked, were in each other’s arms and sharing passionate kisses. Alice’s heart throbbed at the sight. Have Mum and Aunt Rachel done stuff like that, with all their clothes off?

The whole scene made her feel funny inside — wanting something, but what? Maybe to see more of what was happening on the sofa. Were they doing more than just kissing? She could tell that they still had their tops on, at least.

Alice kept stealing glances at the TV, but her main focus was now on Mum and her friend. Girlfriend, I mean. The urge to see everything had the girl scowling in sudden frustration. What are they up to? Are they touching each other? Damn it, I want to know!

Her thoughts were interrupted when Mum broke the kiss with Aunt Rachel and threw her head back, crying out loud. She was trembling, and her eyes were squeezed shut.

Oh my God, Alice realised, a hand flying to her mouth. Mum’s having an orgasm! They have to be doing more than just kissing, lots more! With a shiver of excitement, she wondered if Aunt Rachel was touching her mum down there.

Alice had figured out how to masturbate a few months earlier. It felt nice when she touched herself, and she did usually manage to come… though what was happening to Mum right then seemed a lot more intense. Maybe it gets better the more you do it, Alice decided. I’ll be doing it tonight, that’s for sure!

Her attention was riveted to the sofa, the antics on the TV screen all but forgotten. She wondered what Aunt Rachel and Mum would do now. Maybe they’ll get undressed, she told herself, the thought making her heart race even faster.

But instead, Mum called it a night, saying she had to get up early the next morning. Alice was surprised by how disappointed it made her feel, the show ending so abruptly. Mum even turned off the movie — though Aunt Rachel then told Mum that she could hang onto the DVD for a few days.

That thrilled Alice. Maybe she’ll leave it someplace where I can find it, she thought.

Before she knew it, Aunt Rachel had left — and Alice suddenly realised that she’d missed her best chance for a safe getaway. Mum was in the kitchen, too close by for the girl to make her move.

But then Jessica came out of the kitchen, hesitated and went into the lounge. She picked something up from the coffee table, an object Alice recognised as Aunt Rachel’s DVD. When Jess turned to switch off the light, Alice raced up the stairs as quickly as she dared, hastening into her bedroom. Leaving the door slightly open, she listened.

She heard Mum go into her room, but also saw that she didn’t turn off the light right away. Within a couple of minutes, she heard sounds similar to those coming from the TV earlier. Oh, wow — she’s watching it some more!

The temptation to resume her spying was much too powerful to resist. Alice crept out to the hallway and moved near to her mother’s bedroom door. Luckily, Mum hadn’t quite shut it all the way.

Carry on to Chapter Two!

 

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 33

  • Posted on September 26, 2018 at 7:51 am

by Purple Les

Note: Your appreciation of this final chapter will be increased considerably if you go back and re-read a couple of the previous installments first. 

*****

I’m pretty happy. Mom’s been feeling really good. Like her old self. Only a few more weeks of school left before summer break. I’ve already begun making plans for a supper sexy summer.

I plan on having a lot of time with Mary to play around with. I figure we will have her little sister Lucy with us a lot also. I want Mary to let me play online with her and Kelly and Hailey. Ronnie has already reminded me that we can fool around too. I want to see the rest of the dirty magazines Ronnie has. Best of all, my cousins Sammie and Penny will visit like always, sometime during the summer. I was wondering if there would be another sex party.

It was Thursday. I was laying in bed, thinking of ways to maybe get different girls together. I wanted Pam to meet Penny and Sammie and other stuff. For once I’d felt like I’d had enough sleep for a change on a school day. I stretched and yawned and looked at my clock.

That’s when I panicked. It was a quarter after eight already. My classes at school were already starting. I jumped out of bed so fast I was dizzy. I went downstairs to find Mom calmly drinking a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, Angel. Did you have a good sleep?”

“Mom! It’s after eight! I’m late for school!”

“Relax. I called the school to say you’d be out sick today.”

Mom always got me to school except when I was really sick for real. She may as well have said ‘Martians have just landed in our yard,’ and it would have made as much sense as this. I looked at her with my mouth hanging open.

Mom laughed and said, “I know I know. Listen. I feel really good today. The weather is perfect for a change. I want to just spend a fun day with you. Okay?”

I put my wrist on her forehead and said, “You feel normal.”

Mom laughed and said, “What would you like for breakfast? After you eat and clean up I thought we’d go hiking at the woods I like to go to. Okay?”

I stared at her for a moment. She wasn’t fooling. “Scrambled eggs and toast?” I said, still not sure this was really happening.

“Fine.” Mom said. “Go take a shower and put on your play clothes and breakfast will be all ready.”

I went potty and showered and went to my room and got dressed. When I came back to the kitchen and sat down Mom put a dish full of eggs and toast and fried potatoes in front of me with a big glass of juice.

I was hungry. After I ate and brushed my teeth we got in the car and drove off. Mom put in a CD and turned it up loud after she got on the expressway.

“Hey, Mom. You know what you are if you go to the bathroom in France?”

“What?”

“European. Get it, you’re a-peeing.” I felt good that Mom laughed at my dumb joke. It wasn’t just a polite laugh, she really laughed.

“Tell me another, Angel.”

“How do you tell a male chromosome from a female chromosome?”

“How?”

“Pull their genes down.” This time Mom groaned and didn’t ask for another joke.

Mom drove off the expressway on to a bunch of little side dirt roads till we got to a little makeshift dirt parking lot. We got out and Mom locked the car and we headed off down one of the trails.

It really was a perfect day and I was glad Mom had done this. It was warm and sunny with just enough of a cool breeze to keep the bugs off us. We hiked a long way. We got to the little swamp and took a break.

As we sat on a boulder, we saw a mommy moose and her calf. I whispered to Mom, “Remember that big bull moose we saw here last fall? Do you think this is his wife and kid?”

Mom hugged me and said, “Maybe so.” The mom moose looked at us and we walked off slowly so we wouldn’t bother them. As we were walking back Mom was in front of me on the narrow trail. I couldn’t take my eyes off her butt. She had on faded blue jeans and her ass looked so good.

She stopped in front of me like she could read my mind and said, “Hey, Katy. Wouldn’t it be fun to hike naked for awhile?”

“I guess so.” I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. But it seemed like no one would be around. As soon as Mom had said ‘naked’ I got the tingles down there. We hadn’t seen or heard anyone else since we’d been here. Mom stripped down and bundled up her clothes to carry. She left on her boots and socks.

“Come on, Angel. Don’t be shy. Want some help?” Without waiting for me to answer she started undressing me. I liked the way she looked at me as my clothes came off. As we continued walking I kept getting more horny looking at her bare ass in front of me.

“Hey, Mom.”

She stopped. She turned to face me. “What?” Mom said.

“Can we um, you know, maybe fool around, sort of? I mean, I’m horny.”

Mom sat on a fallen tree. She pulled me in front of her so I was facing the same way she was. She started kissing my ear and neck and her hand moved down my chest to my stomach to my pussy.

Mom spoke softly in my ear, “I just love your little pussy. So slick and clean. Cute little girl pussy. No hair. So soft. Does that feel good?”

Mom’s finger would make little circles around my clit, then move down my slit and dip in to my vagina, and then move slowly back up to my clit again. Back and forth her finger went on me down there while she said things like, “I just love your tight cute body. I want to taste your little hot wet pussy now.”

Mom spread some of her clothes on the ground and lay me on top of them. Then she put her mouth to my pussy till I had a come. She just lay with me afterwards and we rested.

Then I got on top of her and licked her pussy. I positioned myself so she could look at my pussy and ass while I licked her clit. Mom felt me up and then she came too. Not her big squirt come, but she had a nice come. I liked how it felt on my face and then we kissed. We lay around some more. I told her some more jokes.

We gathered up our clothes and started walking again. It was so cool walking naked together outside. As we got closer to the parking lot we put our clothes back on.

We were almost back to the car when a woman with two little girls walked by us. We all said ‘Hi’.

As we got in the car I said, “Do you think they’ll walk naked?”

Mom said, “I doubt it. But I like the thought of that.”

On the drive back toward town we talked how funny it would have been if the woman and girls had seen us naked. We made up stories about it while we rode.

We stopped at the diner on the way home for a late lunch, or early dinner. We took turns using the rest room then sat down to order our food. We both had grilled cheese sandwiches. We shared an order of french fries and onion rings. We shared a big chocolate milkshake.

Then we drove home. Mom took a shower after I’d brushed my teeth and washed up some. I was on the couch. Mom came and sat with me. She was in her pajamas and was drying her hair with a towel while we chatted.

“Golly, Mom. That was a perfect day. Thanks for doing that with me.”

Mom smiled at me and said, “You’re welcome. I ordered this day just for us. I’m so glad we did that too. I love you.”

It seemed late. I rested my head on Mom’s lap. “I think I’m a vampire, Mom.”

“Katy, of all the things you’ve thought you are, from a werewolf to an ancient Egyptian princess, that’s the most ridiculous one so far.”

“My eyes show bright red in photos, Mom. I don’t like the sun very much.” I pulled my upper lip back with my finger, “And look at my big fangs.”

Mom twirled her finger in my hair. “That’s called red eye. You’ve never liked the sun much. Those are your canine teeth and we all have them and yours are no bigger than anyone else.” I had more reasons but Mom didn’t give me a chance. She just continued on.

“Vampires are not real. But if they were there is no way you’d be one. I’m sure vampires don’t faint at the sight of blood. Vampires aren’t afraid of the dark like you are. I can’t picture a vampire hugging his mommy when the flying monkeys appear in the Wizard of Oz movie.” Mom laughed and said, “And you love garlic.”

She was going to go on but I said, “Okay okay. So I’m not.” Then I sighed while she patted my head. I fell asleep.

When I woke up it was just getting light out. I was still on the couch. My head was on a pillow instead of Mom’s lap. There was a blanket over me. I squinted at the DVD player and saw it was a quarter to six. Looked like I’d have to go to school today. No way Mom would take us on another fun day. I got up and looked out the window. Looked like it might rain.

I peed and washed up. I was still in my play clothes from yesterday. I looked in Mom’s room. She wasn’t there. I didn’t smell any coffee so I wondered if she was in the back room looking out the window. She likes to do that to see if there’s any animals out there to watch.

I went to the kitchen and turned on the light. I froze for a moment in disbelief. Mom was still in her pajamas. She was sprawled on her back on the kitchen floor.

I fell on my knees by her and shook her hard and yelled, “Mom! Mom!” She still didn’t move or anything. I put some water on my hands from the kitchen sink and sprinkled drops of water from my fingers to her face. She just lay there. Her face was pale white.

I ran to the old phone on the kitchen wall and dialed the Sheriff’s office.

“Sheriff’s office. This is Bill.”

“SheriffJohnsonMom’sonthefloorIcan’twakeherup!”

“Whoa now. I can’t understand a thing you said. Is this Katy Watson? Take a breath and slow down.”

“Mom’s on the floor!” I tried to slow down and breathe. “I can’t wake her up! Help! I don’t know what to do!”

There was a pause on the line. “Katy, just stay there with her. We’ll be right there.” There was a click and the line went dead.

I grabbed the blanket off the couch and put it around Mom. I unlocked the side door and knelt by Mom and held her hand. I couldn’t tell if she was breathing.

The police car came screeching in to the driveway and a moment later Sheriff Johnson and Officer Sandie Sanchez were in the kitchen with me.

Sandie fell to her knees next to Mom. I could hear Sheriff Johnson’s knees crack as he knelt on the other side of Mom.

Sandie had two fingers on Mom’s throat as she watched the second hand on the kitchen clock. Then she lifted one of Mom’s eyelids up for a moment.

Me and the Sheriff were both staring at Sandie. “Well?” Sheriff Johnson said.

Sandie looked at the Sheriff and said, “She’s still with us, Chief. Just. We gotta move.”

Sheriff Johnson put his hands under the blanket. He groaned and his knees cracked again as he lifted Mom up. Once he was standing up with Mom in his arms she looked like a little girl. She hung limp as Sandie opened and held doors while Sheriff Johnson carried Mom out, and as they put her in the back of the police car I grabbed Mom’s purse. She never went anywhere with out it. I looked at the clock. Closed and locked the door and got on the backseat floor of the police car and held Mom.

Sheriff Johnson put the siren on as Sandie pulled out of the driveway. I looked up at the window and saw the trees and high line power poles go by in a blur.

Sheriff Johnson said code this and number that in to the police radio with some cuss words thrown in. As we got on the expressway he said, “Damn it, Sanchez, give it some gas for Christ sake!”

I didn’t think we could go any faster but I felt myself get pressed against the seat as the car accelerated even more.

The car screeched to a halt in front of the hospital. People came right away and put Mom on a rolling bed and took her inside. I followed her in with Sheriff Johnson next to me. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was a two hour ride to the hospital from our house but we’d made it in fifty minutes.

They took Mom somewhere and made me and the Sheriff stand at a counter. Sandie joined us there. Sandie took Mom’s purse from me and answered a ton of questions from the lady on the other side of the counter.

“Yes, that’s right.” Sandie said, “Pancreatic.”

“Religion?” the woman asked. Sandie looked at me.

“Mom always says raised Catholic but not practicing.” Sheriff Johnson kept looking around and Sandie put her hand on my shoulder.

The woman said, “Have a seat and we’ll let you know.”

I sat with Sheriff Johnson while Sandie made calls on her cell phone. After awhile she sat with us.

“Are you hungry, Katy?” Sheriff Johnson asked me. I just shrugged. The Sheriff pulled some money out and said to Sandie, “Sanchez, get us some coffee and something for Katy.”

I hugged the Sheriff’s big arm and rested my head against him. Sandie came back with stuff. I ate a candy bar. We sat there forever and then a woman came over and said, “We’ve admitted her.”

I walked between Sandie and the Sheriff down a hall, up an elevator, down more halls, past a room full of nurses and then we were in Mom’s hospital room.

Even though Mom had come here in her pajamas they’d put her in a hospital gown. There was a tube in Mom’s nose. A tube in her arm that went to a bag hanging in the air. Another tube came out from under her gown to a bag hanging down from the bed.

The nurse said, “You’re the daughter?” I said, “Yes.” The nurse looked at Sandie and the Sheriff. “Only family is allowed. I’m sorry but I have to ask you to leave please.”

Sheriff Johnson simply said, “We’ll be staying till Katy’s aunt gets here.”

The nurse just said, “Yes, of course.”

A man came in after that and said he was a physician assistant. He said, “I’m Matthew Johnson.” No relation to the Sheriff. “Katy, We’ve given your mother two grains of morphine. She’s no longer in any pain. She’ll rest comfortably for now. The doctor will be in soon.”

I sat on the bed and held Mom’s hand. It felt warmer than before. Aunt Billie came in at some point. She talked in the hallway with Sandie and Sheriff Johnson for a little while.

Then they all came back in the room. Sheriff Johnson said, “We’re going to leave now, Katy. You need anything, just call me or Sandie anytime night or day.”

He looked at Mom and put the back of two of his fingers on her cheek and spoke so softly I could barely hear him. He said, “Damn, you’re a cracker jack woman, Carol. God bless you.” Sheriff Johnson bent over and kissed Mom’s forehead.

Sandie came over to Mom and said, “Thank you, Carol. Thank you for everything.”

Sandie started to cry and Sheriff Johnson put his arm over her shoulders and they walked out of the room.

Aunt Billie just walked around the room. Then she sat in a chair and stared at the floor. I just sat on the bed holding Mom’s hand still. I was looking out the window, Aunt Billie was still staring at the floor when when we heard Mom say, “Oh.”

Mom was looking around at the tube in her arm. Then she looked at her hand and saw my hand and followed it up my arm to my face. “Oh, Katy. Your hair’s such a mess. Give me a brush.”

Aunt Billie with a shocked look on her face took a hair brush from her purse and handed it to Mom. Mom held the brush to my hair for a moment then her arm dropped down.

“Billie,” Mom said, “My arm won’t work. Brush Katy’s hair and put it in braids.” Aunt Billie stood by the bed brushing my hair while Mom looked around the room.

“Fuck!” Mom said, “I hate hospitals.” Then Mom stared at me. “Hey, Angel. When your hair’s done go start the car up and we’ll leave.” Me and Aunt Billie looked at each other. Aunt Billie pressed a button that brought the nurse.

The nurse saw Mom awake and started taking her blood pressure and stuff while asking Mom at the same time how she felt. Mom asked where her clothes were.

While that was going on Aunt Billie finished my braids and Mom said, “Okay.” to the nurse. Then Mom said, “Okay, we’re off.” Mom tried to sit up to get out of bed and screamed in pain.

The nurse left and came back with two doctors who said a bunch of stuff I didn’t understand but Aunt Billie shook her head ‘yes’ a lot and said “Yes, I agree.” Then they stood in the hall talking.

I held Mom’s hand against my face and told her, “Don’t worry, Mom. You’re gonna be okay.”

Mom tried to smile at me. She said, “Don’t you worry, Angel. I promise you…in a day or so…I won’t hurt anymore.” Mom paused for a few moments and then said, “I love you, Angel. Be a good girl for me.”

Mom closed her eyes and I said, “I promise, Mom. I love you too.” I know she heard me, she squeezed my hand.

The doctors and Aunt Billie came back in the room. Aunt Billie put her hand on my shoulder. The one doctor said, “I’m sorry, there is nothing else we can do. Your mother won’t be in any pain. We’ll make her comfortable.” Then he said to the other doctor, “Two more grains of morphine.”

At some point Aunt Sue and Uncle Peter came in to the room. A nurse kept coming to take me to a room to eat and drink something. I had some cookies and juice.

We just sat around Mom’s bed. The grownups made small talk. All of a sudden Mom was moving her arm trying to write something in the air. Aunt Sue put a pen in Mom’s hand and Aunt Billie put a pad of paper on the bed.

Uncle Peter looked at the weird scrawl Mom was making. He tried to read it aloud, “H e p l s s…?” Uncle Peter looked around at us, “I don’t understand what’s she trying to say.”

“Helpless!” I said. “It’s the song she taught me to play on the guitar.” I tried to sing a little of it to her. My voice cracked after a few lines and I started to cry.

“Did you hear, Mom? I sang it for you. I…” I just sat there holding her holding her hand. I knew she wanted me to sing and I knew she’d heard me. I felt like maybe she was happy.

They let me sleep next to Mom’s bed in a recliner chair. Aunt Billie was asleep in another chair and Uncle Peter and Aunt Sue had gone to a hotel for the night.

I woke up because I couldn’t hear Mom breathing. I got the nurse. Aunt Billie woke up. The nurse took Mom’s blood pressure. She said, “That’s how we do it these days. More accurate than looking for a pulse or heartbeat.” She looked at her watch and the big clock on the wall. Then she wrote something down on a clipboard and typed something in the computer.

The nurse looked at Aunt Billie and said, “Have the arrangements been made yet?”

“Yes. My brother Peter has everything in order. I’ll call him now and he’ll give me the name of the funeral home.”

“Perfect.” the nurse said. “We’ll have the body moved downstairs.” Another nurse came and took me and Aunt Billie to the room with the food.

I thought to myself, Mom didn’t really lie to me. She didn’t hurt anymore.

*****

Everything was kind of gray. Some of the stuff I can’t remember well and some I can’t forget. I felt like someone hit me hard in the chest and when they pulled their fist out I just had a big hole there.

Mary was always with me. She made sure I ate something and washed and wore the right clothes. She held me when I cried. Which seemed to be a lot. She made sure I had my inhaler with me all the time.

Everyone was nice to me. Mary brought me one of her black dresses to wear for the service. With the dress I wore the locket Mom gave me. It seemed like the whole town showed up to say bye to Mom.

Everyone had something nice or funny or beautiful to say about her. I learned things about Mom I’d never known. Like how she’d been a nurse till she got pregnant with me. And about how many people in town she’d helped in some way.

It was a few days later. I was walking thru our empty house hugging Ingrid my sock monkey. Everything had either been sent to Aunt Billie’s house, or it had been sold, given away, or put in storage. As I walked thru the rooms I could still hear Mom’s voice in my head. I could hear her yell and talk and laugh. I thought of everything I could remember about her.

I went out the back door and sat on the old tree trunk. Even though my hand was empty my little chickadee friend came and sat on it.

“I’m sorry I won’t be here to feed you and your friends anymore.” I said to the bird. “Maybe you can fly to Aunt Billie’s house and I can feed you there.”

The bird looked at me and said, “Chickadee-dee-dee-dee.”

Then Aunt Billie called for me and the bird flew off. I went over to the driveway. Mrs Tran and Mary had come over to say goodbye. Mrs Tran hugged me and said, “Oh, Katy girl. We gonna miss you so much. But we see you and talk to you a lot okay. This not really good bye. I’ll make sure you and Mary visit each other lots okay.”

I wanted to believe her but I knew how grownups could be. Then Mrs Tran and Aunt Billie were talking to each other.

Mary came up to me and hugged me. We hugged each other hard. Mary spoke softly in my ear. “Don’t be afraid, Katy. If you ever feel lonely or sad or scared, don’t. Because I’m in your heart and mind. I may not be there but I will always be with you.”

We kept hugging each other hard as we could. “I’ll never ever stop loving you. You stupid little perv.”

“I love you, Mary.” I heard Mary give a little sob when I said that. The gray clouds that had been there all morning started to sprinkle. Seemed to me like the whole world was crying.

Aunt Billie and Mrs Tran pulled me and Mary apart. “We have to go now, Katy.” Aunt Billie said.

I knelt on the back seat of the car looking out the back window. I waved to Mary. She waved back and started to run after the car still waving. Mary’s mom grabbed Mary and held her. Mary kept waving. I did too.

As I watched them get smaller I saw Mary turn and bury her face in Mrs Trans chest. I knew Mary was crying. I sat down and put on my seat belt. We rode in silence except for the sound of the windshield wipers and the tires on the wet pavement.

Aunt Billie pulled in to a rest stop. We walked thru the drizzle to the building. On the way I heard a chickadee and was glad my bird friend was following me. Once we were inside it started to pour. We used the restroom. We went to one of the stands. Aunt Billie ordered coffee and I had popcorn.

We just sat till the rain let up and went back to the car. It was still sprinkling. I liked that it was raining. I didn’t want to see any happy people. Aunt Billie got in the back seat with me and Ingrid the sock monkey.

Aunt Billie held my hand and said, “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“I don’t know anything about raising a child.”

“Don’t be silly, Aunt Billie. I’m not a baby. All you have to do is make sure I eat food I don’t like. Make me wash if I forget. I know you can’t cook but I’ll teach you.”

She still looked scared so I said, “I love you. It will be okay.” Then she gave me a huge hug. While we’d been sitting there in the back of the car the rain had stopped.

As Aunt Billie got out of the back seat the clouds had parted and there was the most beautiful sunset ever. We both stood outside the car looking at all the gold and orange and purple colors it had made the sky.

“Wow! That is absolutely gorgeous.” Aunt Billie said with her hand on my shoulder.

“I bet Mom ordered that sunset just for us.” My arm was around Aunt Billie’s waist.

“I bet you’re right, Katy.”

We got in the car. We buckled up. Aunt Billie drove back on the expressway and we were off.

The End

 

Merging, Chapter 4

  • Posted on September 24, 2018 at 8:00 am

 

by J. R. Hartley

A few days later, Claire and Leia had a day off work at the same time and decided to spend it together. After doing a little shopping and then stopping for lunch in a new little bistro café that had opened in the town centre, they headed back to Claire’s house and started up the coffee machine. The new nut roast they’d bought would take a while to percolate through the filter and fill the jug, so they spent the time talking about some school activities which were coming up.

Leia soon excused herself to go to the bathroom and headed back a few minutes later, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Did that bring back any nice memories for you?” enquired Claire, smiling mischievously.

Leia blushed a little. “It did, yes. It’s a really lovely bathroom, you know, Claire? In fact, your whole house is gorgeous. I’m very jealous.”

“Well, that’s what rich parents dying young will do for you, I guess,” she said with a sad smile. She hadn’t meant it quite so morosely as it came across, and Leia was afraid she’d upset her.

“Oh hon, I’m sorry. I didn’t think,” she said, reaching across the corner of the large oak table and touching her arm.

“Hey, it’s fine,” said Claire. “It was a long time ago now. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, so I inherited a big house – bigger than this one, actually – when I turned eighteen. I kept it on for years and only realised about a year ago that it was actually making me depressed. I mean, I remember being happy there, but everywhere I looked or went I was bombarded with memories, and it was pretty exhausting mentally. I came to the conclusion that I had to fly the old family nest and get something that was mine alone. I should let someone else make happy memories there, while Jessica and I did the same somewhere else. Then I found and fell in love with this place and, well, here we are.”

Leia tried to bend the melancholy subject to a more positive note by mentioning the beautiful fireplace and, of course, the master bedroom suite which looked like something straight from the pages of a magazine. Claire smiled, telling her that it got even better in the mornings. She usually left the curtains open at night, and there was an amazing sunrise behind the nearby hills most days.

“I bet that’s beautiful,” said Leia, imagining taking in that view while her lover slept next to her.

Claire poured the coffee and added a splash of cold water, to take the temperature down a notch and to make it just about drinkable. She handed one mug across and they each took a sip, looking out of the kitchen window at that same gorgeous view and sharing a few moments silence. Claire spoke first.

“I wish you could stay here.”

“I do too babe, but I’ve got to pick Molly up later from her swimming lesson.”

“No. I mean, I wish you could stay here. You and Molly. In this house.”

“Claire!”

“Well, your place is lovely and I’ve had some lovely times and…well, some amazing times, actually, but I hate it when I have to leave. I wish you could stay here. With me. With us.”

“Claire, that’s an incredibly lovely thing to say, but what about Jessica? I know that she and Molly get along really well, but… even ignoring you and I being together, you know there are things that Jess doesn’t know, and I’m not sure how we could keep that secret.”

Claire looked down at the softly steaming mug on the table in front of her. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

Leia looked at her friend, not quite believing what she was hearing. “Are you saying… wait, are you saying you don’t mind her knowing about the two of us? Or you don’t mind her knowing about the three of us?”

“Well, you, me and Molly is a different thing altogether, but I don’t think it’s fair to try hide the truth about you and me. Maybe I should… oh, I don’t know.”

It was Leia’s turn to pause. “Claire, I’m not sure that she isn’t more clued-in than you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Molly said that Jessica kissed her a little while back, and she really knew what she was doing, apparently.”

Claire leaned forward, fascinated. “Really?”

“She’s been taught by another of her friends – Katy was it? – who learnt it from her big sister.”

“Wow! Katy and Jane? Those little minxes,” said Claire, taking a moment to picture each of the couples kissing.

“So I don’t think that you and I getting together would be too big a wrench for her, to be honest. As to her… getting involved? Maybe things are more advanced than we know between them. Who knows – maybe we’ll catch them in the act some time?”

“Oh! Imagine that…..” said Claire. She paused for a few moments before trying to turn the conversation back to the matter in hand. “I suppose if she’s okay with you and me, then…”

“Then yes, Claire. I’d love to move in with you,” said Leia, beaming as she leaned over to kiss her.

*****

Leia had another couple of months lease on her rented house, so it gave them a little time to arrange everything. They all started staying at Claire’s house more often, with the girls both sharing Jessica’s double bed while Leia slept with Claire.

Claire spent days trying to decide on precisely how she’d tell her daughter she was in a relationship with Leia. Eventually, she waited for a quiet evening dinner with just the two of them to lay it all out in the open.

She couldn’t remember ever being quite as nervous while they ate, and the meal seemed to finish in just a few minutes. As they were clearing away the dishes in the kitchen, Claire said she had something she wanted to talk about. She told Jessica about the two of them and waited for her daughter’s reaction; it was one Claire hadn’t anticipated.

“I know, Mum,” said Jessica, nonchalantly. “Molly mentioned it to me last week, but it’s pretty obvious you two have been together for a while.”

“Jess! You absolute rat!” she said, taken aback but with a huge smile on her face. She reached across to pick up some balled up socks from the clean laundry basket and started playfully throwing them at her daughter. Both were shrieking with laughter now. “I spent ages trying to work out how to tell you, and you already bloody know! For days, that’s worried me!”

Jess was feeling particularly mischievous now, standing behind the kitchen door and using it as a barrier from the sock barrage.

“You and Leia? Oh my goodness!” she said in mock outrage. “So that’ll explain the noises from your room sometimes,” said Jess, pretending that she’d only just realised what was going on. She’d stuck her head out from behind the door while Claire bent to pick up the rebounded sock balls. “There’s silly old me thinking you were doing hot yoga together in your room after bedtime. Well, you were, kinda,” she said, grinning widely.

“Jessica!” Claire said, giggling. She threw one more sock ball and it whizzed past her daughter’s head, missing by a fraction.

“Okay, okay, I give in,” said Jessica, a happy smile on her face.

Claire returned her smiles, then returned the socks to the laundry basket to be put away later. Her daughter came in for a quick cuddle.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Claire asked softly.

“Yeah, of course, Mum. Were you scared to ask me because Leia’s a woman?”

“Well, yes,” said Claire, “I suppose that’s mainly it.”

“Mum, get with the times!” Jessica said, smiling. “It’s not last century anymore – people can love who they want. Besides, Leia’s smart and funny and pretty, and if she makes you happy then that makes me happy too. Oh, hey! Are they moving in with us? Because if that’s the case, then that’d be cool, but I think Molly should have her own room.”

Claire was again taken aback at how her brilliant daughter was handling this. “That’s a good idea,” she said, smiling. “Love you, peanut,” she added, kissing the top of her daughter’s head.

Jessica looked up at her mum, stood on tiptoes and kissed her square on the lips, a quick peck. “Love you too. Do you want to play on the console for a bit and you can see how fantastic I am at that as well?” she said with a cheeky grin, before leading them into the front room. They played together on one of Jessica’s favourite games for a while, then Claire got up to make a cup of tea for them both, their last before bed.

She’d been distracted somewhat by the game and so hadn’t had the time to think about what had just happened until a quiet moment like now; her thoughts turned to the kiss they’d just shared. Jess never normally kissed her on the lips like that, and while it seemed quite an asexual, natural thing to do, Claire couldn’t help replaying it in her mind. Maybe now that Jess and Molly were kissing each other, she was experimenting a little.

But if that’s so, is Jessica experimenting with me now?

Claire twisted and turned ideas back and forth in her mind, trying to work out just how platonic the kiss was. She stirred the tea for a long time before suddenly coming back to the present. She looked down and smiled to herself, realising the drinks were probably getting cold by now, so she started over again.

The idea of her little girl kissing her turned her on incredibly – she’d fantasised about it many times — but she was sure there was nothing in that particular kiss. Was there? She re-made the teas with these ideas flip-flopping in her mind, then returned to her daughter without fully coming to a conclusion.

After she’d put the mugs down, Jessica handed the controller to her mum and thanked her for the drink. No such conundrums were racing around her mind. While Claire had been making the tea, she’d messaged Molly on her phone.

Dare completed. Kissed on the lips. Winner! Your go, truth or dare?

*****

Two days later, Leia and her nine-year-old daughter Molly were staying over at Claire’s house again.

Jessica was away at her dad’s, so the three of them settled in for the evening, deciding to cook an Indian meal together. They sat at Claire’s big dining table and ate as a little family with a range of small dishes laid out before them where they could help themselves.

As they ate, they were talking about a television show they’d watched earlier that evening, but just in the middle of a sentence, a large dollop of sauce dropped from Leia’s paratha bread and fell onto her new jumper.

After trying to dab off the worst of the sauce with kitchen towels, Leia quickly realised that it had to be washed – and quickly – or it would stain. She quickly peeled it off and walked to the washing machine, while the other two stayed at the table. Leia filled the sink with warm water and ran the stained area under the tap for a little while. Once thoroughly wet, she massaged some washing liquid into the whole area before leaving it to soak and returning to her meal.

When they finished eating, Claire asked Molly to fetch the dirty laundry basket from the utility room and bring it to the washing machine. She changed the settings to wool and pulled out everything woollen from the basket, then started loading the clothes in. Meanwhile, Molly and Leia filled the dishwasher with the dishes and cutlery from their meal.

Both machines fully loaded now, Claire closed the washer up, but was a little too firm in shutting the door. The bottle of washing liquid had been balanced on the edge of the machine, and all three of them watched as it seemed to wobble in slow motion before tipping over the edge, spilling the contents all over the floor.

Much to her relief, Molly was excused, and made her way up to bed while the two women cleared up the kitchen together.

Leia stood at the kitchen sink, washing the dishes and scouring various pots and pans that were too large for the dishwasher. At the same time, Claire got on her hands and knees behind her with copious amounts of kitchen roll, trying to mop up all of the spillage. After towelling most of the floor, she folded one last piece of towel so it was over her finger, then ran it underneath the washing machine, trying to clear up as much of the gloopy liquid as she could reach.

As she knelt close to the floor, she happened to glance up at Leia who was still talking about the TV show they’d watched earlier. Claire paused for a moment, just gazing at her – this amazing woman doing the housework in just her bra and still looking impossibly beautiful. There was something so down to earth and yet so glamorous about how Leia looked. Claire’s usual feelings of love were quickly overtaken by the hunger of lust.

She threw the soaked kitchen roll in the bin, then crawled over behind the sultry brunette, wanting to be close to her. She knelt directly behind her, stretching both arms past Leia’s legs and placing her palms flat against the kitchen cabinet underneath the sink, pinning her in position. Claire closed her eyes and gently leant forward to nuzzle into Leia’s thighs and bottom — first, with the top of her head, and soon after her face.

“Well, hello,” said Leia, looking down and to the left as she felt Claire’s face rubbing against her ass. She stopped what she was doing and dried her hands on a nearby towel, doing nothing to discourage her lover’s affections. She tried to look down over her shoulder to see Claire’s bright blue eyes looking up at her from the floor but couldn’t quite manage it. Instead, she wriggled herself around on the spot. Leia felt gentle fingertips on her ankles now and smiled again as Claire gently fell forward, pressing her face directly against her sex. Leia could feel the hot breath through her clothing, and it gave her shivers.

“You look so little, knelt down there like that,” said Leia.

It was meant to be a simple observation of the taller blonde, but Leia spotted how Claire froze momentarily as she spoke. She realised exactly what Claire was in the mood for.

“Okay, babe,” she said with a sultry smile, “let’s finish clearing the kitchen and then head up to bed, shall we? We can clean the rest of downstairs tomorrow morning.”

Claire smiled and nodded as Leia helped her to her feet. Both completed their nightly routines and met back in bed — their bed. After a few minutes of quiet chatter, Leia found herself spooning Claire, her arm wrapped around her body and simply holding her breast. She noticed how the blonde’s conversation was still lively, and understood that Claire wasn’t sleepy. Neither was she.

“So, I saw you tonight,” said Leia.

“What do you mean?”

“When I stood in the kitchen with your warm breath on my pussy, I happened to mention that you looked so little, and then you froze for a moment. I could tell by your eyes what that did to your clit. You’d rather like me to talk about that; am I right?”

“Maybe…” Claire said simply.

“Okay,” said Leia, “you’d like me to talk about sex with a little girl? Would you, you nasty slut? I can do that.”

She could also reach the beautiful blonde’s pussy from this position, but for the time being focused on her nipples, rolling them between her fingers as she started to talk dirty to her friend.

“I thought I’d tell you about Molly’s first time tonight. Would you like that?”

Claire’s excitement jumped. She had purposely never brought up the subject again since asking that question previously, and she’d often wondered the sordid story behind it; now she was going to find out.

“Please, yes.”

“Ah, a little tale of lesbian incest with my own underage daughter – that’s what you want, is it?” Claire nodded silently, with both her mind and body very much alive.

“Well then. It’s strange, actually — it was at another barbecue at another friend’s house. There were about twenty or thirty people there, we were all having a good time, and my Molly, my gorgeous little daughter was off playing with some of the other kids in the garden. I’d had a few glasses of wine and was chatting away with some of the other guests.

“As the afternoon wore on, one of them took a shine to me and she started bringing over Tequila shots. It was cute and she was very pretty and I’ll admit, I got quite excited and imagined kissing her as we drank together.

“Suddenly it starts raining, and within a couple of minutes it was coming down really HARD,” she said as she squeezed Claire’s breast and nipple from behind, making her yelp quietly into the pillow. Leia’s hand started to roam further as she continued her story.

“This was a storm that would last all night. We all went running for cover, and obviously the barbeque was washed out so everyone headed home, including Molly and me. It was still early evening and we watched a couple of things on TV, but she went to bed before too long. I had another drink and watched the first half of a movie, hoping it would get naughty but it never did, so I went to bed as well.

“I was twisting and turning for a while, trying to get to sleep, but I was….” Leia paused as her fingertips glanced over Claire’s pussy lips before saying in a long, slow drawl, “fucking horny.”

Claire moaned into the pillow. She didn’t know how this story went but she knew how it would end. Coupled with Leia’s breathy voice in her ear, her body was very much responding.

As Leia’s fingers found Claire’s wetness, she continued her story.

“So, I needed to get myself off. I took out my laptop and my little silver clit stimulator toy and found the… special video I had at the time. It was a woman and supposedly her daughter, maybe eight or nine years old. The mum asked this girl to lick her pussy, and it was getting me really hot watching them with each other. I was going to town on my clit when I heard a huge bang from close outside. Ahhh, now you weren’t expecting that, were you?” said Leia grinning.

“I paused the video, turned my toy off and ran to the window, scared out of my wits, but I could see the security lights hadn’t come on, so I knew there was no-one out there. Then it banged again and I realised what it was – the side gate had blown open in the storm’s wind and it was just flapping about.”

“I quickly got my dressing gown on and went downstairs. I went outside and tied it up with some garden twine to stop it banging, then went back in and locked up again. I crept upstairs and turned the lights off before going back into my room.

“There on the bed, playing the video and holding the toy against her slit is my little girl Molly, completely naked.”

A sharp intake of breath from Claire.

“She’d been woken by the bang and saw me go downstairs, then came to wait for me in my room. She’d then seen the image on the laptop of this totally naked woman and girl, and hit play. I’m outside getting scratched fingers from the metal-cored twine, and my little girl is watching some very questionable activity on my laptop.”

Leia’s fingers were getting faster and harder between Claire’s thighs now as she reached the crescendo of the story.

“When I’d left the video, it had the little girl eating her pussy but after that, the woman had pulled out a dildo and started to fuck her with it. Molly had watched closely, and was trying to copy what was going on. It was un-fucking-believable. You know that I like little girls, and you know I was just watching one on my video. I’d had hours of feeling ridiculously horny with this sexy little redhead at the barbeque, and now, here’s my own daughter, naked on my bed and looking up at me with my dildo pressed to her little cunny.”

Claire’s whole body started to wind as those fingers went deep into her. She reached down and grabbed Leia’s wrist to try and pull more of her inside.

“I couldn’t stop watching her as she played with this toy. She could see I wasn’t mad, so she asked me how to use it.

“I was getting so fucking turned on I was almost delirious. I couldn’t resist. I knew I shouldn’t, but Molly was really enjoying it and had such a look of pleasure on her face that I couldn’t stop her. I slowly got on the bed with her and thought to myself, Okay, take the toy from her and just show her what it’s for, but that’s it. Nothing more.

“I flicked the switch, explaining what was happening as I went. I touched it to her hand, first of all, until she was used to the vibration, then on her thigh. She said she didn’t mind it, and then spread her legs a little more, just like the girl on the computer. I looked at her encouraging me, and that’s when I somehow decided that it was no different from pressing it against her arm, really. So I took the toy,” Claire’s breath held, “and pressed it against her clit.

“She went wild for it and asked me to keep doing that. I was going crazy myself, and was desperately moving my hips to try to scratch my own itch, but it was no good. She looked up at me and said ‘That’s so nice, Mummy.’ I realised I was starting to talk dirty to her, and she likes it as much as you do. ‘You like that, baby? Is that nice? Is Mummy making your pussy feel good?’ – all that kind of naughty talk.

“I had to reach down and play with myself, kind of secretly so she didn’t get distracted. I was running this slowly up and down Molly’s slit and seeing the reaction it gave her, and I was going crazy.

“So I was looking at my little girl, and she was smiling and softly moaning as I used my toy on her. I was fascinated by her little slit, and I just couldn’t resist any longer. I asked if Mummy could make her feel really good and she said yes. That was it — before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned forward, took in a big breath of her scent, and then slowly… I ran my tongue over my little girl’s cunt.”

Claire came hard, bucking against the fingers inside her and moaning loudly into the pillow.

Leia waited as she recovered, retelling little snippets of the story as if they were echoes bouncing around in Claire’s mind. Gradually she came back to near normal, but Leia wasn’t done. After Claire’s initial pussy-grasping orgasm had released her fingers and subsided, Leia switched her attention to other parts and instead started pinching and pulling on her pussy lips while she continued the story.

“There I was, licking her little cunt and it was the horniest, dirtiest, nastiest thing I’d ever done. Her tight little pussy. Her little underage cunt in my mouth. We even kissed a little bit as well before she asked me to carry on. She wanted more, the little slut. I of course obliged, but after a while I was so turned on that I asked her if she’d like to do the same to Mummy.”

Leia’s fingers were back around Claire’s clit now and she could feel a second orgasm quickly approaching.

“She couldn’t wait to try, and so I laid back on the bed. The next thing I knew, my little Molly, my darling little girl, was eating her nasty, slut mummy’s cunt. I couldn’t believe it — I was so fucking horny. I looked over into a mirror in the room and I could see our reflections in the mirror of my little girl between her mummy’s legs. The size difference between us, oh my fucking days — I nearly came from that alone. I fucking squirted everywhere. I’d warned her it might happen as I was teaching her, and she took it like a pro — all over her face, all in her mouth, everything — she lapped it up.”

Claire was now verging on another climax.

“We did all sorts that night — everything, pretty much.”

Leia’s fingers were dancing over Claire’s clit now, and she was close to making them both cum together. Their breathing changed and not a word was spoken for a good thirty seconds. Leia was going to make Claire ask.

She rolled on to her back, allowing Claire to do the same so they were lying side by side and each masturbating hard. They were staring at each other intensely as their hands flew over their own clits. They were both edging themselves, delaying as long as they could ahead of the very answer which they both knew would finish them off.

Claire finally gave in — and in a breathless whisper, she asked the question Leia knew she’d wanted the answer to all along: “How old?”

“She was four.”

Claire had the deepest orgasm she’d ever had in her life; she didn’t even notice Leia bucking hard next to her as the bed shook in time with their convulsions.

Carry on to Chapter Five!

 

Pint-Sized Picasso

  • Posted on September 22, 2018 at 9:57 am

 

by Ebo

(You will find many more excellent works of lesbian erotica at Ebo’s site Black Lingerie. Do yourself a favor and check them out!)

*****

Pint-sized Picasso.

That was how Miranda had come to think of the little girl she was babysitting. It wasn’t exactly accurate, the girl’s style of art light years from old Pablo’s. Still, she liked the alliteration, so it stuck.

Her real name was Tanya and she was eleven going on forty. Miranda loved babysitting her because she was more than capable of taking care of herself. She liked to joke that Tanya was an old lady trapped in a girl’s body. It always drew a sheepish grin from the girl.

It was an easy gig that paid well. She could do her college homework and not have to worry about Tanya burning down the house. She’d babysat a few kids who she couldn’t say the same about.

Her artwork had been unsettling at first, but Miranda could deal with that little eccentricity. The last kid she babysat was a monster. It was a horrible thing to think about a child but this girl had been a sociopath, had scared the hell out of Miranda the three months she had watched her. She still had the occasional nightmare about her.

Tanya was a sweetie, funny and smart. Miranda was having a blast watching her, actually looked forward to seeing her. She was fond of her, had grown attached to her in just a few months.

So, when she discovered the sketches of her naked in the girl’s artbook, she hadn’t freaked out like the last three babysitters.

Well, she had freaked out a little, she had to admit.

Grinning, she remembered that day, when she made the discovery…

She’d made dinner for Tanya and her, called for the girl. When she didn’t answer, Miranda had gone in search of her. She’d found the girl propped up against her headboard, her knees drawn up and her sketch pad resting on her thighs. Humming along with whatever she was listening to on her MP3 player, she was oblivious to her babysitter entering the room.

Her mother had said the girl liked to draw, then looked like she wished she hadn’t brought it up. Miranda had found it odd then, but hadn’t asked about it. With the girl distracted, she thought she might catch a glimpse of her latest project.

Tanya became aware of her before she got close enough to see what she was drawing, quickly closed the book. She looked like the cat who still had feathers in its teeth, couldn’t look more guilty if she tried.

“What are you drawing? Can I see?”

“Mom says I’m not supposed to show anyone my drawings,” she said, looking down at her sketchbook on her thighs, “Especially not my babysitter.”

“Why on earth not?”

“She said the last three quit because of my drawings,” Tanya said, her lip trembling like she might cry, “I didn’t mean to make them quit.”

“Honey,” Miranda said, sitting on the bed beside her, stroked her shoulder reassuringly, “I seriously doubted you made them quit.”

“No?”

“Of course not,” Miranda said, smiling, “So let me see. I can’t imagine anything you could have drawn that would make me stop babysitting you.”

The girl was unsure, looked down at the pad. Miranda took a hold of it and the girl relinquished it after a gentle game of tug of war. She smiled at the girl, gave her shoulder one more squeeze to comfort her, then opened the book.

She was stunned by the half finished sketch, several thoughts scrambling for purchase in her spinning head. First was the fact the drawing was incredibly detailed, so realistic it was like looking at a black and white photograph. The second was that it was a sketch of her sitting naked at the kitchen table downstairs. The girl had captured her likeness so clearly that she thought for a moment she had actually sat at the table naked.

This was ridiculous, of course; she’d never do such a thing.

The girl was looking at her, her big brown eyes like windows to her soul. Miranda could see her vulnerability, her fear in them. She forced her own uneasiness aside, managed a smile for the girl. The smile the girl offered in return was a hesitant one.

“It is beautiful, sweetie,” she said, which was true enough. The drawing was incredibly detailed, wonderfully rendered. She had skills at shading that would make most artists weep with joy to have.

“You like it,” the girl asked, her tone hopeful.

Again, Miranda felt a soft spot for her.

“You are very talented,” she said, which really wasn’t an answer. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the drawing. Hopefully the girl wouldn’t push for a better answer.

“Thanks,” Tanya said, grinning brightly.

“Tanya, honey,” Miranda said, faltered as she searched for the right way to ask what she needed to know, “Can you tell me about the picture?”

“What do you want to know?”

“Why am I naked, sweetie?”

“Are you upset,” she said, tears in her eyes when she looked at Miranda, “Please don’t be mad at me!”

“I’m not mad,” Miranda said, hugging the girl, “I’m… Confused. Can you tell me why you wanted to draw me naked?”

“It is something I like to do,” she said, looking away, “Draw naked people.”

“Does your mom know about your drawings?”

She nodded, still wouldn’t look at Miranda, “She says I should try to draw something else. Says it isn’t proper for a girl my age to draw the things I do. I tried… I really did. I drew birds… and puppies… and flowers, but this is what I really like to draw.”

“Did you draw your other babysitters?”

Tanya looked away, which was answer enough. Miranda was beginning to understand what had happened, why the others quit. Tanya had drawn them and they had found out, maybe saw the drawings. It was a little disconcerting, seeing herself naked as rendered by an eleven year old’s hand. She could see why they would want to leave.

“Honey,” Miranda said, surprised at her own calmness, “You can’t draw people like this without their permission. It isn’t nice.”

“I know,” she said, still not looking at Miranda, “Are you going to leave like the others?”

“Do you promise not to draw any more pictures of me or anyone else without their permission?”

She nodded, didn’t meet Miranda’s eyes.

“That isn’t going to get it done, kiddo,” she said, putting her hand on the girl’s chin and turning her head so she had to look at her, “I want you to promise me.”

“I promise,” she said, tears streaming down her cheeks, “Please don’t quit.”

“I’m going to hold you to that promise,” she said, then grinned, “I’m going to be around to make sure you keep it.”

The girl exploded into her arms, her sketchbook sent flying. Tanya hugged her fiercely, cried against her neck. Miranda hugged her back, stroked her hair affectionately.

*****

The next time she babysat for Tanya, her mother had pulled her aside, “Tanya told me you saw her drawing. I’m so sorry. I-“

“It’s fine,” Miranda said, cutting her off with a smile, “It was a little embarrassing but I’m fine. Compared to the last girl I babysat, this is nothing.”

“I assure you, this won’t happen, again.”

“Tanya made me a promise, no more sketches without my permission. I think she is good for it.”

Her mother had given her a surprised smile, shook her head in wonder, “You are truly a godsend, Miranda.”

Miranda went looking for the girl after her mother left, found her in her room. It was a replay of when she had discovered her drawing habits. She was leaning against her headboard, her knees drawn up with her drawing tablet on her knees. The only difference was she wasn’t drawing. She was just staring at the book, lost in thought.

“Hey, kiddo,” she said, stepping into the room, “Whatcha drawing?”

“I don’t know what to draw,” she said, looked frustrated, “I tried a few things but couldn’t get interested in any of them.”

Miranda felt a twinge of guilt. She knew what the girl wanted to draw but she had forbade it. Tanya was trying to keep her promise and was miserable for it. Still, she didn’t feel guilty enough to let the girl draw naked pictures of her.

“I know it isn’t easy, sweetie,” she said, sitting on the bed, “Doing the right thing rarely is.”

With a sigh, the girl closed her book, set it aside.

*****

“Miranda?”

She looked up from her homework, saw the girl standing across the table from her. Smiling, she marked her place, closed the book, said, “What’s up, buttercup?”

The smile the line drew wasn’t the megawatt grin she used to have. The girl seemed diminished, just a wisp of her former self. In the three weeks since making her promise, she was quieter, didn’t smile as much.

Not for the first time since then, Miranda felt a twist in her heart. She’d taken something from the girl, something she loved and it had left a huge hole in her spirit. It broke her own heart to see her like this.

“Um, I was wondering,” the girl said, shuffling nervously, “You said I couldn’t draw anyone without their permission. I was…”

“Are you asking my permission?”

Tanya nodded, looked down at her feet.

The twist, again, like a knife in her chest. She hated seeing her like this, couldn’t stand it anymore.

“It’s an important part of you, isn’t it, kiddo,” she said, her voice full of sympathy, “these pictures of yours?”

She looked up, her limpid eyes once again saying more than her words ever could. Miranda saw her answer.

“Alright,” she said, folding like wet cardboard, “this one time.”

The girl perked up, her eyes hopeful. Miranda had to laugh at her enthusiasm but held up a hand, “Emphasis on this ONE time.”

Faster than Miranda would have thought possible, the girl rounded the table and she found herself being hugged, again. The girl gave her a kiss on the cheek, said, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“Alright, now scat,” she said, laughing, “I have homework to finish.”

“Okay,” the girl said, breathless with excitement.

“And Tanya,” Miranda said, grinning, “if you feel like taking a few pounds off my hips and butt, I’d be okay with that.”

The girl giggled as she ran out of the room. Miranda watched her go, wondered if she’d made the right decision. Right or not, it lifted her spirits to see the brilliant smile back on the girl’s face.

*****

“I found this in Tanya’s room,” Tanya’s mother said, passing a piece of thick paper to Miranda.

She laughed self consciously when she saw her naked body on the page, lovingly rendered with each swipe of the pencil. Again, she was struck at how realistic the picture was, like a photograph. She had to touch it in one corner to make sure the lead smudged under her fingertips.

The girl didn’t take off the freshman fifteen, like I had asked, Miranda thought with a mental grin.

“She says you gave her permission.”

She looked at the woman, then cringed, “I’m sorry. I should have asked you first. It’s just… It broke my heart, seeing her so listless. She seems lost without her art. I don’t know… I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

Her mother looked at her for a long moment, then a sad smile spread on her face, “I know what you mean. It’s been killing me, this last couple of weeks. I missed my little girl. She seems like herself for the first time in awhile. Thanks to you.”

“It isn’t really a big deal,” she said, looking down at the picture.

“It is a big deal. You have a big heart, Miranda. I think my daughter has found a place in it.”

“She is a sweet kid.”

“She is fond of you, too,” her mother said, smiling, “which is why I need to run something by you.”

*****

“Are you all settled in,” Tanya asked, poking her head in the door.

“Almost,” Miranda said, waving her in, “Come in. You can help me finish unpacking.”

Tanya’s mother had offered her a lot of money to act as a sort of live in babysitter, offering her the basement space as a bonus. This was going to be a rental space, so it was completely furnished and ready for a tenant. It was Miranda’s good fortune that she got it instead. She had her own bedroom and bathroom, a small kitchenette. The money she’d save on rent alone would have made it worth it, but the pay hike was nice, too. In return, she’d be a second pair of hands around the house, something any single mom could use.

“I finished the drawing,” the girl said, helping her by removing things from the boxes and setting them on the bed, then flattening the boxes.

Miranda had to shake her head and laugh. She’d given in, again. Twice now, she’d given her permission. This time, it was easier to say yes, which worried her. Didn’t want the Pint-sized Picasso to think she was a pushover.

“Why don’t you go grab it,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let me see it,” she said, hanging some of her clothes on a hanger in the closet.

She was largely finished putting things away when the girl got back with her sketch pad under her arm. Miranda sat on the bed and the girl pushed in beside her. She opened the book to the page, gave it to Miranda.

Blinking in surprise, she blushed at the very suggestive pose the girl had chosen for her. She was facing away, half turned backwards so one breast was visible. Her chestnut hair cascaded down her back nearly to her bare buttocks. The smile on her face was a coy one and it was reflected in her eyes. The girl had made her incredibly sexy, erotic, much more sensual than she felt most days.

“Wow, kid,” she laughed, self-consciously running her hand through her hair, “What can I say about this?”

“Too ‘romance novel’?”

Miranda laughed, “It is definitely too something. Your mother see this one?”

“No,” she said, shyly, “This one is just for you.”

“Why this one?”

“So you can see how pretty you are.”

“I think you’ve romanticized me a little,” she laughed, a little uncomfortable.

“It is how I see you,” the girl said, tearing the picture out of the book and giving it to her.

*****

Miranda felt kind of foolish, her face on fire but it was something she had to do. The girl’s words were still in her head, rattling around so she couldn’t concentrate on her homework. She’d finally given in.

She stood in front of the full length mirror on the closet door, looking at her naked body. In her right hand was the picture the little girl had drawn. She tried to see what Tanya had seen, but all she saw was the extra tonnage she’d put on since high school. Sitting on her butt all day in class, stressing over her grades, and eating on the fly hadn’t done nice things to her figure.

Striking the pose from the drawing, she had to laugh. Her butt was bigger than the drawing, her thighs thicker. Not exactly fat, she had some padding on her that the girl had left off. Still, she thought she looked okay. Better than she had expected. Maybe there was hope for her social life, after all.

Looking at the picture once more, she groaned, “It’s time to start working out again.”

*****

“What do you think,” Tanya said, looking expectantly at Miranda.

Miranda managed a smile for the girl, her face hot with embarrassment, “It is very…”

“You don’t like it,” the girl asked, her face falling.

“I didn’t say that. It is just a little shocking,” Miranda said, laughing, “It is a very provocative picture, Tanya. Where on earth did you get an idea like this?”

The girl shrugged, “I just draw what’s in my head.”

Miranda looked at the picture again, thinking, this shouldn’t be in an eleven year old girl’s head. It’d be more at home in Hugh Hefner’s.

In the picture, she was lying on her back, her body twisted in an erotic pose that revealed all of her naughty bits. It was a sensual, sexy picture. It was understated, artistic, but still very sexual.

Feeling like she was in a mine field wearing snow shoes, Miranda tried to find a delicate way of asking the burning questions in her mind. This was the second very suggestive picture the girl had drawn of her. Did the girl think about her like this? Was the girl attracted to her?

Suddenly, Miranda didn’t want to ask her, anymore. She wasn’t sure what she’d do if she said yes. Ignorance is truly bliss. She could ignore it, go on working and living here like she hadn’t noticed it. Right?

Sighing, she said, “Honey, I have to ask you a question. It might be a little embarrassing but be honest with me. Do you like girls… like that?”

The girl blushed, looked away. The way she fidgeted was her answer. The girl was attracted to other girls. Moreover, judging by the last two pictures she drawn, she was attracted to Miranda.

“It is okay if you do, sweetie,” she said, pulling the girl into a hug, “It is perfectly okay.”

“Really,” the girl asked, squeezing Miranda tightly.

“Yeah,” Miranda said, reassuringly.

“You aren’t going to tell Mom, are you? She doesn’t know I like girls,” Tanya said, pulling back to arms length. Her brown eyes looked panicked at the thought of her mother finding out.

“No, I’m not going to tell her,” Miranda said, smiling, “Although, I think she would be okay with it. She seems like a pretty accepting lady.”

This was true. Tanya’s mother had taken her daughter’s peculiar drawing habits in stride. Miranda doubted she’d have any problems accepting her daughter as a budding lesbian.

“I’m… I’m not ready to talk about it, yet.”

“Well, if you want to,” Miranda said, smiling at her, “you can talk to me about it. Anytime, kiddo.”

“Okay,” the girl said, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation they were having. Miranda let it go. She looked at the picture again, shaking her head. The girl was looking at her, her eyes questioning. She didn’t have the heart to tell the girl the picture made her uncomfortable. Instead she said, “You forgot my tattoo.”

The girl’s eyes widened and she said, “You have a tattoo?’

“A little butterfly on my hip,” she said.

“Could I see it?”

Pulling her shorts down on one side, she showed the girl the tiny butterfly. She’d been sixteen, gotten it on a dare from her friends. It made her smile when she saw it, reminded her of them.

“And I have a scar from having my appendix out,” she said, showing the girl.

“I didn’t know about the scar and tattoo,” she said, looking at Miranda.

“Now you do,” she said, smiling.

“Any other details I missed,” the girl asked.

“Probably.”

“I see. You could model for me-“

“Not going to happen, kiddo,” Miranda laughed, shaking her head at the kid’s audacity, “you are just going to have to use your imagination.”

Tanya giggled, ran out of the room…

*****

Miranda shook her head, now. How wrong she had been.

“Why are you smiling,” Tanya asked.

“I was thinking I must look like Kate Winslet in Titanic,” Miranda said, with a nervous laugh. She was stretched out on the living room couch, her arm behind her head. The girl sat in the armchair that faced the couch, her legs drawn up so she could rest her sketch pad on her knees. She was busy drawing Miranda.

She tried not to shiver as the cool air found her naked body.

“Does that make me Leonardo DiCaprio?”

“Have you seen the movie?” Miranda asked, blushing.

“Yeah, but Mom covered my eyes during that part,” she said, then grinned at Miranda, “Doesn’t mean I don’t know what happened at the end of the scene.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath for the same ending here,” Miranda laughed, rolling her eyes, “I still can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“It was the puppy dog eyes, right?”

Miranda laughed, shook her head, “If that was all it took, boys would be walking around with a quivering lower lip all the time.”

The girl grinned, went back to her drawing.

Miranda took a deep breath, tried to relax. This was so bad. She was actually posing naked for a little girl. She should be ashamed of herself and there was a little of that, but mostly she was kind of excited. Not exactly a prude but not very adventurous, either, this was the craziest thing she’d ever done.

Although, she’d never admit it out loud, let alone to someone else, she kind of liked the way the girl drew her. It made her feel desirable, something that has been desperately missed in her life lately. The girl made her feel sexy, attractive.

How sad is my life, that I crave the attention of an eleven year old girl? she thought, miserably.

With college and taking care of Tanya, she didn’t have a lot of time for a social life. Not that she had a lot of luck with dating when she had had the time. Her longest relationship had lasted four months, ended when he slept with her friend.

“What’s wrong?”

Miranda blinked, saw the girl had stopped drawing. She was looking at her with a frown on her face. She’d been lost in her own miseries, had forgotten about the girl. She must have seen something on Miranda’s face.

“Nothing, sweetie,” she said, forcing a smile, “Almost done?”

“Just about,” the girl said, not returning to her work. Her big brown eyes bore into Miranda as she said, “Why are you sad?”

“I’m just lonely, I guess,” Miranda said.

The girl looked at her a moment longer, then went back do drawing. Miranda was glad she didn’t push the subject. She was depressed enough without explaining to an eleven year old why her life sucked.

Her thoughts had sucked some of the fun out of being naked and it wasn’t exciting anymore. Feeling self-conscious, she just wanted it to be over.

The girl sat her pencil down, said, “I’m done.”

Miranda sat up, pulled on her long t-shirt. Her modesty restored, she said, “Can I see?”

The girl came over, but rather than give the picture to her, she slipped her arms around Miranda’s neck, gave her a fierce squeeze. She whispered in her ear, “You aren’t alone. So, don’t be lonely.”

Touched, Miranda hugged her back. After a moment, they broke the embrace and the girl sat on her lap. Her skinny arm was around Miranda’s neck, her body warm as its flank pressed against her stomach. After being naked and chilly, her warmth was welcomed.

“I don’t know if I should show you,” the girl said, looking down at the page of stiff paper in her hand, “you might be upset.”

“What,” Miranda laughed, given her a playful scowl, “Did you start making my thighs fat, again?”

The girl giggled, said, “No. They aren’t fat, anyway. You have nice legs.”

“You always draw me with nice legs, but I don’t have nice legs,” she said, then took the picture, “Let’s see what what you’ve done.”

She blinked in surprise at the image on the paper. As always, it was painstakingly realized, beautiful in its richness of detail. Strangely, the first thought that popped into her head was that it didn’t look anything like the pose she had struck. She was a little embarrassed by the inane thought, considering the startling composition of the drawing.

In the picture, she was laying on her side, facing the artist. She was naked and sexy, as only the girl seemed to see her. In this, it wasn’t much different than any other drawing the girl had done of her. The big difference was she wasn’t alone. Tanya had drawn herself stretched out in front of her, her skinny body as naked as Miranda’s. Miranda’s arm was draped across her stomach in a lazy embrace.

While both of them were naked, it didn’t seem like a sexual pose. While intimate, it was more sweet than sensual. There was love in the girl’s face, an adoration for Miranda in her eyes.

“Tanya,” she said, her voice thick with emotion, “This is…”

“Inappropriate?”

“Probably,” she said, laughing, “I was going to say beautiful.”

“I love you, Miranda,” she said, quietly.

“I know, kiddo,” she said, squeezing the girl tight, “I love you, too.”

The girl hugged her back.

“This,” Miranda said, pulling back and holding up the picture, “We can’t do this.”

The girl’s sigh was a heavy one and she nodded. Her shoulders fell and it broke Miranda’s heart. She hugged the girl, kissed the top of her head.

*****

Miranda hesitated, put her head on the door to Tanya’s room. She tried to talk herself out of what she was thinking about doing. She hadn’t done anything, yet; her only transgressions the ones between her ears. Her thoughts had been running in circles like a dog chasing its own tail all day. If she wanted to be honest with herself, they’d been at it for weeks.

The only difference was she was finding it harder and harder to shame herself into stopping the endless spiral.

She knew it was wrong but she kept posing nude for Tanya, even though the pictures the girl drew rarely had anything to do with her pose. She liked the way her pictures made her feel, needed the attention.

Tanya’s drawings were becoming more and more graphic. They depicted all manners of sapphic coupling between Miranda and her. Sensual and erotic, they began to slip into her thoughts, then her dreams. She would go to the girl in these dreams and they’d finally give into the tensions between them. She began to wonder if Tanya was as cute naked as she was in the drawings. More than once, she’d caught herself staring at the girl, trying to think away her clothes.

Her morality has been eroded to the point that she stood outside the girl’s door, ready to give into the urges that plagued her. Her last ditch attempts at derailing her imminent fall have failed. She’d go to the girl, do whatever she wanted.

Before she could knock, the door opened. A grinning, naked Tanya looked up at her, offered her hand. She took it.

“I had hoped it would be tonight,” the girl said, leading her to the bed, “I’ve waited so long for you to come.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” Miranda said, sitting on the bed. She looked at the girl, saw she was as sweet as she had drawn herself. Skinny legs, cute belly, just puffy nipples. Her eyes went to the soft folds of her girlhood, smooth and pink without a hair to be found.

“But you are,” the girl said, crawling onto her lap, “and I’m glad. I want you here.”

“I want to be here, too,” she said, feeling a weight lifted now that she’d admitted it. She smiled at the girl, said, “I want to be with you.”

Her smile was bright and her hug fierce. Miranda hugged her back, let her hand roam up and down her bare back. Her skin was so soft and smooth, tantalizing. Had her skin been so perfect when she was Tanya’s age?

When the girl’s lips touched hers, she felt a tingle of excitement work through her. She parted her lips a little, felt the girl’s tongue touch hers hesitantly. Teasing her into a deeper kiss, Miranda put her hand on the back of her head to hold her there.

“That was nice,” she said, pulling back. Her smile was infectious and Miranda had to return it. She nodded, kissed the girl, again.

“Was that your first kiss,” Miranda asked, when their lips parted. The girl nodded. Caressing her cheek, she said, “It was my first time kissing a girl, too.”

The girl’s lips met hers and their tongues twined. She felt her desire stir to life, her body responding to the girl’s weight in her lap and her caressing tongue. A pleasant heat spread between her thighs and her nipples grew turgid with blood.

“Take off your clothes,” the girl said, crawling off her lap and flopping very unladylike on her back on

the bed. She watched as Miranda pulled her sleep shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties joined it as she stepped out of them. Naked, she joined the girl on the bed.

Her heart was racing in her breast. She was really doing it, sleeping with an eleven year old girl. She knew she should be ashamed but all she could feel was a rush of excitement. No more denying she wanted this. It was time to embrace it.

“You are shaking,” the girl said, her body molding to hers, “Are you cold?”

“No,” Miranda said, caressing her back and shoulders, “I’m just nervous, I guess.”

The girl nodded, smiled reassuringly at her. She put her hand on Miranda’s stomach. It traced lazy circles, making her skin tingle. Then it moved higher and the girl cupped one of her breasts. Miranda couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped her, looking down at the girl’s small hand on her breast. Tanya glanced at her and she gave the girl a smile, nodded her permission. She teased her nipple until Miranda’s back arched off the bed and she groaned.

Miranda couldn’t breath as the girl’s hand left her breast and moved lower. She thought she knew where it was headed, prepared herself. It didn’t do any good- she still gasped when the her fingers found her sex. Squirming, she giggled as Tanya mashed her labia under her fingertips. Actually giggled, something she hadn’t done since she was fourteen or so.

The girl looked at her again and she blushed, “It feels nice, kiddo. I’m just a mess.”

Smiling, Tanya said, “It’s alright.”

She moved between Miranda’s thighs, spread them wide. Miranda felt the girl’s eyes on her body, felt very vulnerable. The urge to squeeze her thighs shut was strong but Tanya wouldn’t let her, her hands holding her legs open as she continued to drink her in with those limpid brown eyes. There was desire in her gaze, a heat that the babysitter could feel on her skin. It built her own spark of passion into a raging fire.

Then the girl touched her, her fingers finding her tender bud. She didn’t giggle this time, sighing instead. Little shivers of pleasure worked through her body. It was a sweet torture, the lazy circles those fingers made.

Tanya ran a finger around the opening of her vagina, looked up at her for permission. Nodding, Miranda sighed as she eased two fingers into her ready sex. In and out, she thrust her fingers, turning Miranda’s sighs to moans, then to little wordless cries of excitement. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling, let her body strain toward release.

Her eyes popped open when she felt the girl’s tongue slip between the folds of her sex to caress her clitoris. Propping up on her elbows, she stared wide eyed at the little girl who was greedily licking her bud. It was kind of disturbing but also incredibly erotic. The second reaction should have shamed her but it didn’t. She was too far down the rabbit hole to care anymore.

Reaching down, she stroked the girl’s hair, put the hand on the back of her head to keep her there. Tanya didn’t seem to mind, rolled her eyes up and smiled as she continued her assault on Miranda’s clit with her tongue.

She is pretty good at this, Miranda thought, moaning thickly. Then she frowned, wondering about that. Why was an eleven year old girl good at this?

“How’d you learn to do this, sweetie,” she asked, around a moan.

“I read about it,” she said, grinning.

Her fingers found the secret spot deep inside Miranda and her body went crazy. Back arching and her hips undulating in counter-rhythm to the girl’s thrusting fingers, she had to grab at the sheets to keep from floating away.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” Miranda said. She blushed when the girl giggled at her foul language. She grinned sheepishly, said, “Sorry. It does- oh, God- it does though. Where on earth did you read how to do this?”

“One of my dad’s fitness magazines,” she said.

“Well, God bless them,” she moaned, making the girl laugh.

She felt tension enter her body and an orgasm stirred to life inside of her. Stiffening, she cried out as it took her in its jaws and shook her like a rag doll. It finally released her and she collapsed to her back on the bed, as limp as a wet rag. She smiled dazedly, as the endorphins flooded her blood stream.

The girl grinned at her, her hair mussed and her face wet from Miranda’s pussy. She was a mess and adorable. Miranda sat up, pulled her into a lingering kiss. Pulling back, she smiled at the kid, said, “That was amazing, Tanya. Simply amazing.”

It had been the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, all the others paling in comparison. The girl had driven her body crazy, pushed her to heights of ecstasy she hadn’t known existed.

She maneuvered the girl onto her back, smiled down at her. Their lips met but only briefly, then Miranda began kissing her way down the girl’s supine body. Tanya had worked up a slight sweat in her efforts and Miranda could taste the salt on her skin. The girl sighed and giggled as she moved lower.

When she came to the junction of thighs, Miranda realized she had no idea what she was doing. She grinned when she realized the eleven year old was better equipped for this coupling than she. Still, she laid on her belly between the girl’s spread thighs, ready to figure out how to make the girl cum as hard as she had.

Her fingers massaged the soft folds of Tanya’s girlhood, making the girl sigh. She listened for the change in her breathing, an indicator that she liked what Miranda was doing. Smiling, she lowered her mouth to the girl, tasted her bud with her tongue. The taste was intoxicating and she felt dizzy with excitement. She was going down on a little girl, couldn’t believe it was really happening.

Tanya’s slight hips began to undulate against her mouth as she became excited. Her little breathy moans were music to Miranda’s ears. She grasped her thighs, holding her body to her mouth. She had been worried her inexperience would be a hinderance but she must be doing something right. The girl’s moans became animal sounds of excitement, her body writhing under the assault of Miranda’s tongue.

Her jaw began to ache and her face was wet from the girl’s body’s thrashings. It was getting harder to keep her tongue to the girl’s pussy. She used her fingers for a moment, gave her mouth a break. God bless the boys- and one little girl- who’d done this to her. It was a lot of work.

She set back to it. She noticed the girl hips start bucking wildly, then her stomach clenching and unclenching. The girl’s body was writhing, her head tossing on her pillow. Miranda’s eyes widened as she realized the girl might orgasm. She didn’t know if it was possible for an eleven year old to climax but it sure looked like she was about to. Miranda pushed her closer to that ultimate release, doubling her efforts.

Then the girl cried out, her young body arching off the bed. Her orgasm shook her to pieces and she collapsed in a giggling mess on the bed. She grinned at Miranda, a sated look on her adorable face.

“That was awesome,” the girl said, stretching like a cat in a sunny spot, “My toes are tingling.”

Miranda had to laugh, “I’ll be damned. You had an orgasm.”

“A good one, too,” the girl said, smiling.

“You’ve had others?”

“A couple. Nothing like that though.”

“I didn’t even know a girl your age could have one,” she said, thinking she’d never would have left her bedroom as a kid if she had.

She shrugged, grinning.

Miranda crawled up her body, gave her a quick kiss, then flopped onto her back beside her. The girl pressed against her flank, her lithe little body molding to her like a second skin. Miranda smiled, put an arm around her shoulder.

“This isn’t going to be a one time thing, is it,” the girl asked, looking at Miranda.

“Do you want it to be?”

“No.”

“Then, my Pint-sized Picasso, I think we better keep this as our little secret.”

The End

 

Camping in France, Part Two

  • Posted on September 20, 2018 at 9:35 am

by Wickedsmile

Still numb with the fading ecstasy from the orgasm I’d just given myself, we sneaked back to the tent. Mom lit the lamp and we sat down on our chairs. I was spent.

“Nightcap?” Mom asked and opened a bottle of wine.

I nodded. She looking at me in an odd way and I realized I was doing the same too. She poured me a cup of wine.

“I hope I didn’t spoil your private moment, but I, well I just had to watch, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said, knowing that her being there had made the experience better. But how could I tell her that?

The first raindrops started to hit the tent. Another thunder rolled through the valley, much louder now. We were in for a thunderstorm, I realized. I hoped that that the tent would hold under the forces of nature. Mom looked repentant and took a sip from her wine. I took a sip of mine and wrestled with its alien taste.

I thanked God that the rain and thunder drowned out the uncomfortable silence that hung in the tent like a moist summer heat that just wouldn’t go away. Through the fabric of the tent I saw the lightning flash.

Eventually we finished our wine, turned down the gaslight and went back to bed. The storm raged on in full force and tugged at our tent.

We couldn’t sleep because of the noise and stared at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry,” I heard my mom say.

I sighed. “It’s okay, Mom. Honest, I’m not upset! Really, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” I heard her say. She turned away from me and started to cry.

I touched her shoulder. “It’s okay, Mom, I won’t tell anyone,” I said, safe in the knowledge that we wouldn’t be heard above the noise of the storm that raged overhead.

“I feel like a pervert,” she cried.

“Yeah, well, not many mothers touch themselves with their daughters,” I conceded, “but it was a lot of fun. And I really liked to watch Valerie and Carmen have sex,” I added. “It was just an accident. It was just coincidence that you were there with me. I mean, I wanted to masturbate anyway.”

My mom let out a laugh in between sobs. “Oh, honey.”

I continued. “I’m cool about it, so why aren’t you? I’m not offended, it happened, it won’t happen again. Listen, we’ll just draw up a schedule. You’ll take a peek tomorrow, I will the day after that and so on until we, um, get lucky.”

Mom started to laugh in earnest. I touched her shoulder reassuringly. “If this has to end up a strange holiday, so be it. It’s not going to be a standard vacation, anyway.”

“No, it’s not,” my mom said, having regained her good mood. “Ursula is a pretty girl.”

“Yeah, she is,” I conceded, “but she’s mine,” I added in a mock-dangerous voice.

The temperature had dropped because of the wind and rain that pelted the tent. I felt my nipples stiffen.

Unexpectedly, my mom rose up and hugged me. Surprised, I let her and noted that I felt her big breasts press against my body. It didn’t feel bad at all… actually, I was glad that we seemed to be able to get close this way, in a non-sexual way, just… close.

I put my arms around her and we sat there for a while until we decided to go try and get some sleep. We zipped the sleeping bags together and turned in once more, while the storm raged on unabated.

I awoke from uneasy dreams, because I thought I’d heard someone call out our names. I jumped up and hit my head on the roof of the tent. Mom also woke up. We stumbled out of the sleeping compartment, Mom zipped open the tent and, astonished, we saw a fairy tale figure stand before us.

It was Monique, who stood in a long dress with a black cape on with a cowl over her head and an antique storm lamp in her hand.

“It is not safe here, the water from the river is rising,” she said hurriedly, I had trouble following her. Mom and I looked out the tent and saw in the near dark how the river raged way too high up the bank.

“Take what is necessary. You can stay at our house until the storm passes,” Monique said, “but be quick. Yvonne is waking the others.”

“Who…?” my mom started, perfectly befuddled.

I hurried back and said: “No time, Mom — we gotta pack some stuff!” Mom got into gear and started rummaging through our stuff in the dark.

We shut the tent and walked with Monique to the tents of the others who were also emerging under the light of Yvonne who also seemed like another stray fairy tale princess.

They led us through the forest where the trees groaned under the tempest. We ran scared until we came to the mansion, where Isabeau held open the door for us and ushered us in with her majestic voice.

There we were, dripping wet with what belongings we could grab in the panic.

“You girls, with me upstairs,” Isabeau commanded us. “I will have you take a bath and then I will give you something dry to wear before you catch a cold.”

Our mothers were too impressed by her to protest, so we followed her. The house was full of lit candles and we were back in the fairy tale again.

“What about our tents?” Valerie asked.

“You will see tomorrow. Tonight, your safety and health are more important,” Isabeau said, and that was the end of the discussion.

We were led to a long corridor on the first floor, which I remembered from before. “These will be your rooms for the night. You will find there the proper attire and have a bath. And yes, we have hot running water.” Isabeau turned to Laura. “I think you will find the bed will be big enough for you three. I wouldn’t want any of you to sleep alone in any of these rooms; its history might prove too much for you.”

“What kind of history?” Carmen asked.

Isabeau smiled darkly. “Now isn’t the time for such stories. After you’ve finished, I’m expecting you down below for a glass of wine to soothe the nerves. Tonight you are my guests, tonight the fear stays outside.” With these words she pointed our rooms out to us and walked away with her daughters.

Mom looked at me incredulously. I shrugged, and opened a bed room door.

Our mouths dropped open when we saw the room and its lush interior. On the bed we saw two linen sleeping gowns. “Oh, my God,” Mom gasped.

I opened a door that turned out to be an empty closet. The other one led to a luxurious bathroom that was built of marble. In the middle stood a big bathtub on lion’s feet. It was already filled with water. Sweet scented steam rose up from the surface. I beckoned Mom, whose eyes threatened to pop out of her head. Through the walls we heard the cries of wonder from Valerie, Louise and Laura — no doubt seeing their own sleeping quarters for the first time.

“Who’s first for the bath?” I asked.

“The tub looks big enough for two… if you don’t mind?” Mom asked hesitantly.

I shrugged. I was feeling the chill and was painfully aware that my body had started to react strongly to the sudden heat of the bathroom. My nipples ached because of the temperature shock, and I was worried that I might catch a cold. Although the thought of having to recuperate here didn’t seem so awful.

“Come on, then,” I said and stripped away my wet t-shirt. Mom nodded and followed suit. I noticed her large breasts bounce a little when she managed to wrestle herself out of the soaked top. I pulled down my panties and looked at my pubic hair. Mom had a neat trimmed stripe of hair above her vagina that exposed her lips. I saw her blush as she realized that I was staring there. I started to blush too and and walked to the bath.

Mom slowly sat down in the steaming water. Her breasts softly bobbed up and down just beneath the surface.

I just lay back and let my mind roam.

Being yanked out of my familiar surroundings I started to view myself in a very detached way. The memories of today stormed by as I lay with my head resting on the smooth curved porcelain edge of the tub.

I’d always known that I was different. I remember a niece of mine, who was a couple of years my minor, who had once said in that insipid high voice that she wanted to marry her daddy, because Daddy was the greatest, yadda yadda. I remembered realizing that I wasn’t supposed to feel that same way about Mom.

I knew I was different, the way I felt about my mother, and other women I knew… and that it wasn’t something to be proud of. I wouldn’t get a benign smile and words like: “She’s so young, yadda yadda yadda.” I would get a look of fear and disgust. I would get words like “pervert,” and “queer.” So I shut up.

“What are you thinking of?” I heard Mom say.

I mumbled something. I felt the soft flesh of her legs touch mine and enjoyed it way too much. Forget Ursula, this was way too nice. But I had to keep quiet about it.

“I feel like I walked into this fairy tale,” Mom whispered breathlessly, probably because the hot water drained away her will to stay awake.

I just held my eyes shut, too afraid that they would take a long slow stroll over her naked body. Maybe I was just jealous of the guys with whom Mom had flirted with so openly, I thought.

Jesus, I was seriously twisted. The thought of slowly slipping below the water’s surface and drowning seemed so attractive at that moment.

For how long we relaxed in the tub I don’t remember, but a discreet knock on our door brought us back to reality.

Reluctantly I opened my eyes and looked at Mom, who seemed dazed; she had probably fallen asleep. “Coming,” I called out. My arms felt numb with fatigue as I hoisted myself out of the water.

“That felt way too good,” Mom sighed as we dried ourselves. She pulled the plug out of the tub. The vulgar noise of the water running away slightly lifted the dreamlike state we were in. We walked back into the bedroom and pulled on our gowns, which were an instant joy to wear. They were wide and long.

Mom seemed to hesitate. “What?” I asked.

“I’m wondering whether I want to wear panties underneath these,” she said in a shy voice I certainly didn’t recognize. “I would feel like a barbarian.”

“I am sure we won’t be the only ones,” I said.

We giggled and left the bedroom naked under our gowns.

In the lush salon where we had had lunch that same afternoon it seemed like a eighteenth-century slumber party. All were dressed in long gowns that hid their bodily features, but the atmosphere seemed amazingly sensual.

Outside the wind howled and the rain lashed against the windows. But that world was shut out by heavy velour drapes, a cozy fire burned in the hearth.

Everyone held a wineglass in their hands and was looking tired and happy. Isabeau even seemed to have shed that majestic distant look and her eyes burned with charm and grace, like an ice queen after a hero’s kiss.

“Lovely gowns,” Mom said and accepted a glass of wine that Yvonne poured in for her.

“Flemish linen,” Isabeau said. “I have it woven by traditional method.”

She moved to make a place for Mom, who seemed enchanted. I got a glass of wine from Yvonne who smiled sweetly at me. I smiled back and sat down next to Carmen who was also seemed in a daze. I looked around the room and everyone seemed to be so relaxed that it almost became eerie. I looked at Ursula who sat on a big pillow near the fireplace. We exchanged shy glances. She looked so beautiful in a robe that flowed around her body like water.

I managed to pretend that I was looking in my glass wine — the sweetest drink I had ever tasted — but I really just wanted to check whether my hard nipples were visible through the fabric of my gown. Luckily the linen was so thick, that all I could see was an amorphous hill that stretched across my chest.

I looked up, straight into Isabeau’s eyes. Lost in the moment, I drowned there and then. She had taken hold of me and I felt naked under my gown. But not intruded upon. Isabeau smiled broadly and looked at my mom, who made a remark about the house.

We exchanged some small talk, but soon everyone was groggy. Louise had fallen asleep against her mother and Ursula was yawning.

“Maybe it’s time to go to bed,” Isabeau suggested. She stood up and, much to everyone’s surprise, picked up Louise who seemed feather-light in her arms. We walked after her and I could have sworn that every woman’s eyes were transfixed on her ass as it made a slow graceful hypnotizing dance beneath the linen.

Mom and I entered our bedroom and killed the lights. The room was pleasantly warm and we both seemed to be undecided whether to go to bed in the nude. It was so dark that I just heard my mom sigh, by the rush of linen as she cast it aside. I also took off my gown and slipped into bed.

“What a day,” I heard Mom whisper.

I turned on my side and laid a hand on her belly. “It was a weird day.”

We both giggled. She laid a hand on mine. “I love you, Rose,” she whispered.

“I love you, Mom,” I answered.

I heard and felt her move beside me. A warm breath flowed over my forehead before she kissed me there. I raised my head and kissed Mom on the lips. She didn’t move and let me kiss her.

Finally she broke our kiss. “That felt nice,” she whispered.

I felt a world of relief for her not chiding me. I tried to stare through the absolute dark when she kissed me. I felt her lips press upon mine and it felt like heaven.

A hand drew me closer to her and we were lying against each other. Her hand stroked my back and slowly I dared to touch her side. She pressed my face closer and our kiss grew more passionate. I felt the tip of her tongue on my lips and opened my mouth. Her tongue slipped in. I felt her hold me tighter as our breasts pressed against each other. I touched her tongue with mine. She gasped and we let our tongues swirl around in my mouth.

Suddenly she pulled me on top of her. I broke our kiss and I looked into the dark where her face must have been, I just couldn’t see it.

“Are you okay, honey?” she asked.

“I’m okay, Mom,” I whispered. I lay a shaking hand on her breast and felt the soft flesh and hard nipple. She lay her hands on my bottom and gave a squeeze as she pulled my body tighter to her. Mom’s breath was becoming shallow, as was mine.

I felt my clit rub over her belly. Slowly I started to grind my pelvis into her. I felt that her tummy was becoming slippery with my juices.

Hungrily she raised her head to kiss me. I felt one hand move down my crack and touch my vagina. I let out a moan.

“Is that okay, honey?” Mom asked in between kisses.

“It’s okay, Mom.” I whispered hotly.

She started to rub my slit, while another hand found my budding breasts. Slowly she pushed in a finger inside me. I let out a moan, was silenced with a wet kiss. I pushed back my ass and felt Mom’s finger slide in deeper, then sat upright and felt the finger slip in entirely. I was in heaven. Mom continued to fondle my small breasts as I rode her finger. whispering sweet words of love.

I felt my muscles contract around her finger, then she touched my clit with her thumb. I grabbed Mom’s other hand and pressed it against my breasts, forcing her to squeeze them tightly. She fucked me until the pleasure mounted and I shook. I let out a loud hiss and came.

I straddled her belly and let the waves subside, then slowly sank down on her chest and kissed her. “That felt great, Mom.”

She kissed me and said nothing, but hugged me.

“What do you want me to do to you?” I asked her.

“I c-couldn’t…” Mom said weakly. I smothered her with a deep kiss.

“I have this fantasy,” she confessed in a hushed voice.

There was no room for embarrassment anymore. When she was finished, I smiled and dismounted her, then pushed her legs up until she held them up for herself. I kissed my way up her thigh until my lips found her cunny.

I tasted of my mother and fell in love with the taste. I heard her gasp as my lips toyed with her clit and lips. I stuck my tongue inside her and felt arch her back. Slowly I pushed a finger inside her vagina. I slid it in and out. She was very wet, I licked her juices from my finger and tried two fingers that fit snugly.

“Yes, Rose, fuck me please,” she whispered.

I tried in three fingers that went in easily, then four. Mom was whimpering softly. Boldly I pushed in my entire hand, Mom froze, then relaxed, then froze again. “Oh yeah, honey, fuck me please,” I heard her whisper.

I sucked on her clit as I fucked her slowly. Mom bucked and continued to whisper sweet words of devotion.

“How long have you wanted this, Mom?” I asked her.

“For I can’t remember how long. Oh my god, forever.”

I licked her clit again and Mom let out a moan, still aware of the thin walls. “Make a fist inside me, baby, come on,” she whispered.

I clenched a fist and started to push all the way up to my wrist. Mom made a noise.

As I picked up the pace my mom started to confess in a harried voice every sin she had thought of committing with me. How she had wanted to kiss me, fondle me, lick me, fuck me. I buried my fist in her cunt over and over again, going deeper each time. Her slick walls gripped my arm. Then she stiffened and let out a animal groan that rose to a scream, coming like I’d never seen anyone do.

Finally she went limp and lay there gasping for air.

I slowly extracted my arm, crawled on top of my mother and kissed her on the mouth. “Some vacation, huh?” I said.

*****

The next morning was a fairy tale again with a rough edge reality mixed in. After a sumptuous breakfast we walked back to the camping to assess the damage.

With bleak faces we saw the mess the storm had left. Our tent was ripped to shreds, the tent of Laura and her daughters was crushed by a tree and Carmen and Ursula’s tent had been blown away and hung in a tree, six meters above the ground.

The owner of the camping grounds stood by helplessly as we salvaged what they could. Carmen just cried, Mom shrugged, and Laura seemed to count her blessings that we had found refuge with Isabeau.

By noon most what had been salvaged lay in the trunks of our cars, the rest lay in the dumpster of the camping ground. A little lost, we looked at each other, until we saw the elegant figures of Monique and Yvonne appear from the woods.

“Our mother insists upon you accepting her offer to stay at our mansion for the remainder of your vacation,” Monique said.

There were some weak utterances of light resistance before a swift surrender. The mothers were told how to drive toward the mansion, the group of daughters chose to walk there. I walked next to Ursula, and we held each other’s hands.

We were all too scared to ask Monique and Yvonne for how long we would be welcome, and far too dissociated to care what the answer would be; all we wanted to have was a holiday, tell the folk home that we were all right and have some fun.

I looked guiltily at Ursula, who was blissfully unaware of what had transpired between me and Mom last night. She just seemed to be happy to be around me.

When we arrived at the mansion, our mothers waited outside the front door, the cars parked somewhere discreetly so as to keep the 20th century hidden. If it wasn’t for our modern clothing and haircuts, the illusion would have been perfect.

I felt Ursula give my hand a slight squeeze and smiled back. Mom didn’t seem to mind us holding hands as we walked in.

Isabeau stood in the welcoming hall with hands clasped together. With just a raised eyebrow she caught our attention and we watched her expectantly.

“For the coming time you are invited to stay in our house as guests. It means that any mention of you having to pay for your stay will be considered an insult.” Our mothers started to protest. Isabeau raised her hand and our mothers fell silent. “That was your five seconds’ time to complain. Now you will hear my terms: as you have probably noticed my daughters and I prefer to indulge in manners that might seem antiquated. But it is the way we like to live; it is a way of life we feel ourselves most comfortable with. Which means that in return for your stay, we would like you to dress like us.”

We gave each other a look of surprise. Our mothers looked at us, saw our eager faces and gave a collective nod.

“Excellent,” Isabeau said with a smile and turned towards the stairs, “then let us leave the future behind.”

Upstairs, she commanded us to stash our suitcases in the cupboards and walked us towards where we thought the changing rooms were. We girls were very apprehensive, as we didn’t know what the reactions of our mothers would be, but we entered a different room where faceless manikins wore the most lavish garments I had ever seen.

Isabeau smiled and put her hands together. Her daughters flanked her as she said: “Please, feel free to find something that suits you and your taste. If you need anything, just give us a call.”

Ursula and I giggled and started to wander around. I noticed her and Valerie and Louise looking out for those corsets, but we saw none. I took a closer look at a dress and saw that its fit was much looser.

I turned to show Ursula but found myself looking at the angelic face of Monique. “I think you will find that these will also be to your liking.” Without a moment’s hesitation she pulled out a black dress with silver embroidery. “Have you ever worn Chinese silk? This dress might look too warm for the season, but it won’t be.”

She deftly removed the dress from the puppet and guided me to a dressing room that had walls of blue velour and a big mirror. There, Monique smiled and helped me undress.

“Where are the, um, corsets…?” I asked.

“Somewhere else, we thought it wiser not to let your mothers see those just yet,” she whispered and fell silent as Carmen walked in with Yvonne.

Carmen and I exchanged coy glances as we dressed. I got to wear a loose undergarment under which I wore nothing. Over that came the dress itself, adorned with tassels and strings. Monique smoothed the fabric over my body with the easy intimacy of a dresser. She smiled at me and said: “There you are,” and she turned me towards the mirror.

In the mirror I saw Carmen half-dressed looking in awe at me. I giggled, not knowing where to look — at myself, or Carmen.

Monique guided me out of the dressing room and picked up Ursula, who stood waiting by a silver dress.

“Wow,” Mom said with her jaw on the floor.

Isabeau nodded approvingly and walked my mom, who had a dress similar to mine, into the dressing room.

By the time everyone was dressed we had a very hard time staying serious. We made courtesies to each other and giggled like school children. Fortunately our hostesses didn’t seem to be offended and participated in our frolicking.

“What do we do now?” Mom asked.

“We will have a picnic,” Isabeau said. “It is way past noon and the sun is shining.”

She walked towards the kitchen and had her daughters pack in a few baskets with wine, bread, meat, fruit and cheese.

We went outside and sat down in the grass.

Somehow we felt the desperate need to leave our mundane lives behind; our stories didn’t match our dresses, we wore a skin that wasn’t ours anymore. We didn’t speak of school, of life in the suburbs, the jobs of fathers, but about beauty, songs, memories that we cherished, personal challenges, dreams and fears.

Sometimes I listened to my mom talk and looked and listened with the eyes and ears of a stranger. Sometimes she looked at me and smiled broadly at me and I felt my skin tingle, she never seemed so close to me. Then I remembered what had occurred between us last night and fought with my confused feelings.

I can’t remember giving nor receiving more compliments in my entire life than that precious afternoon. While we slid into a mode we had never experienced before and we started to get comfortable in the dresses and mood of the ambiance, we started to see each other in ways we would have not done before.

Carmen’s heavy breasts filled her dress in an enticing way as she lay on her side, popping grapes in her mouth as she took her time in appraising her daughters’ physical traits. As she gave remarks about the long slender neck of her youngest or the way the ankle of her oldest melted into the calf, we happily tagged along with like she was showing us the canals of Venice or the intricacies of the frescoes of the Sistine Chapel.

“What I like about my mom,” I started when Carmen was done, “is that I don’t have to have an excuse when a boy says that I’m pretty. I can point to my mom and say that I inherited her looks.” Mom blushed.

“What else do you like about your mother?” Isabeau asked.

For a moment I felt thunderstruck. Did she know? Or suspect? I thought quickly, but came to a quick conclusion that I had to pick up the gauntlet. Mom seemed to want to disappear into thin air as I took a quick guilty glance at her.

I took a deep breath. “When I grow up, I want to look like her. My mother is a beautiful woman with her long hair, brown eyes, her cute nose and sweet smiling mouth. She has a great ass, long legs…” I blushed and looked away, almost embarrassed. Then I found myself looking at Ursula who smiled at me. “Okay, someone else,” I said.

“Okay, my turn,” Louise said, “what I like about Valerie….”

And so the game continued during the afternoon. Even our hostesses joined in and gave each other frank remarks about their physical traits, which surprised us a lot. They just seemed to feel a little too comfortable and made passing remarks about things one could only see when the subject was naked.

On the other hand… being seamstresses, they probably had seen each other nude many times. Thinking about that made me want to see the others without their clothes, all of them. I think that we all felt that way, that desire was so thick in the air that you could taste it on the tip of the tongue.

Onward to Part Three!
 

Adieu from Cheryl Taggert

  • Posted on September 18, 2018 at 9:33 am

I first must apologize for being out of contact to my friends and online family here at JS. I’ve been working on my second novel, which must be finished by the end of September. Yes, in the mainstream publishing world, there are firm deadlines. My first novel is due out sometime in early 2019. They expect it to be a moderate success at least. No, I cannot tell anyone at JS about it. That would make finding out my real identity too easy, and I am still very protective of that.

Even those I got to know well online were never told my real name. Only Naughty Mommy and JetBoy know my real first name. (No, it’s not Cheryl.) They don’t know my real last name, however. I once told someone I got to know what she thought was my real last name, but I was lying there, too. It turns out that was a good thing. She eventually tried to get me in trouble with “the authorities,” mostly because she’s mental.

Anyway, I thought I would finally come here to say my final farewell. I will be visiting the site, and I’ve been given permanent admin access because of my situation as an original founder. (Thanks, y’all!)

Anyway, here is my good-bye. It’s difficult even now months after I made the decision.

To Naughty Mommy: Thank you so much for being there for me when I needed it most. I went through some bad moments, and despite your own problems, you were always there for me. That’s really something, especially considering we’ve never met in person before. Thank you for being part of a team of what was two for asking me to join in on this endeavor. Being a part of this has been a joy. I see it is still having some possible problems, but hopefully that will all work out fine in the long run.

To Danny/JetBoy: You’ve been like the big brother I never had. I will miss you greatly. You have given me a shoulder to cry on more times than I can count. You’ve listened to me in emails as I complained about this and that, mostly inconsequential things, and you never once told me I was wrong to feel the way I did. Mostly, you never once made any stupid remarks about how I was being too emotional, which shamefully is a hallmark of some men in this world. I love you and am so happy to have known you. Thank you for joining Naughty Mommy in contacting me and asking if I wanted to be a part of this. It has been a labor of love, but I must move on now. I am saddened and thrilled at the same time.

To PoppaBear: I’ve known you longer than anyone else since deciding to write my first erotica piece when I was only nineteen. I remember that you commented to me in an email years ago, telling me how good a writer I am. You inspired me to do more, and I don’t know that I would have ever attempted to write a novel, erotica or mainstream, without your encouragement. Thank you. You’ve been wonderful. I am saddened by the personal news I only discovered today. I know all will be well with you and your family, but please know that my thoughts are with you.

To Amanda Lynn: We only had a chance to work together for a short time, but you impressed me, not only with your technical knowledge of things that totally escape me and my very right brained personality, but also your demeanor online and your writing, which is to say the least, HOT! Thank you for stepping in when you did and handling this difficult job with expertise and a style that speaks well of you. I will miss you!

And finally, to my readers: I saved you for last because you are the most important. I will always remember the encouragement you gave me as I did my best to improve my writing to entertain you, not to mention turn you on to excess! Thank you to everyone who stuck with my tome I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star. I hope you felt the long book was worth the read. It was during the writing of this book that I realized I could write a mainstream novel. Now, I have indeed done that, and found an agent who likewise found a publisher for my book. I have also managed to get several short stories published in literary journals as well, improving my writer’s resume. My stories will remain here at Juicy Secrets, and I hope you enjoy them. I know two were never finished, but perhaps one of my colleagues will decide to tackle them and finish them one day.

So while I will be a visitor here on occasion and might even put together a blog about writing to post here once in a while, I must say adieu for now. Lisa is happy for me, and we will still read the material here at what I still consider to be the best erotica site on the Internet.

It’s been a great three-plus years!

All my love,

Cheryl

 

Merging, Chapter 3

  • Posted on September 17, 2018 at 12:00 am

by J. R. Hartley

Claire laid on the bed in shock, still feeling the afterglow of her crushing orgasm as she looked back and forth at these two minxes.

“Oh, my God.” she said simply, the corner of her mouth twitching in the slightest of smiles.

“Mmm, yummy!” said Molly. “Thank you Claire, that was fun. Can I go outside now, please, Mum?”

“Er…you’re welcome?” said Claire as Molly left the room.

“Did you enjoy that?” asked Leia.

“Oh my fucking god yes, I enjoyed that! I can’t believe it happened and it was over in seconds but…wow! Wow! I’ve just had my pussy eaten by a nine year old girl. Oh my fucking days, that was something else. Thank you so much, Leia.”

Leia was caressing her again while Claire relived the moment in her head. Leia’s fingers found her pussy and slid straight inside without any resistance. Claire closed her eyes and relaxed back on the pillow.

“Fuuuuuck!” she sighed.

“You’re a naughty girl, Claire.” grinned Leia. Claire’s eyes snapped open and she looked at her friend mischievously. “You’re lying here in this strange woman’s bed, completely naked,” she continued, slowly increasing the speed of her fingers inside Claire’s pussy. “You’re naked,” she went on, “because you spent hours fucking this hot little slut mama last night.”

Claire smiled back up at her friend, reaching up to take Leia’s nipple between her fingers.

“…and then when you woke up this morning. I called my daughter in…”

“Ohhhh, Leia.”

“Aaahhh, you like me mentioning my little girl, don’t you Claire? I can feel how wet you’ve just become. Hmmm, that’s sexy. That’s my sexy little whore.”

Claire was writhing now, staring into Leia’s beautiful face and doing her best to encourage her friend’s fingers ever deeper and stronger inside her as she talked.

“So I called little Molly, and in she came. My sweet little girl. My darling little angel climbed on to the bed and in between us.”

Claire was moaning loudly now.

“Molly threw back the covers. Then she started to eat your pussy. Hmmmmm, that’s right — you fucking squeeze my fingers, you sexy bitch. You like that, yeah? You’re remembering how her tongue felt, aren’t you?”

“Jesus fuck Leia, yes!”

“Her tiny little nine-year-old tongue. Her beautiful, cute little nine-year-old face looking up at you as she licked your cunt – you liked that, didn’t you?”

Claire had nearly lost the power of speech now as Leia’s fingers teased another orgasm forward. “Yes! Oh fuck yes, Leia. Amazing.”

“You liked having my little girl’s underage tongue in your hot, wet pussy, didn’t you Claire? Mmmm, that’s it, cum for me again. If you’re very good, I might even let you lick her as well.”

“Oh shit!” groaned Claire.

“You want that, babe? You want to lick her little nine-year-old cunt? My little girl? My sexy little daughter? You want to taste her little pussy, just like her slut mummy does every night?”

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Claire’s body convulsed with a mixture of images from past, present and future in her head, all involving Leia and her daughter, and she came hard for the second time that day, clamping Leia’s fingers in her cunt.

————–

Claire went home to change clothes that lunchtime and spent an hour sleeping on the sofa after lunch, dozing to the memories of everything that had happened. She was thankful for the rest after the exertion of the previous eighteen hours, and that Jessica was at her dad’s house for the evening.

That meant that she could accept Leia’s invitation out to a restaurant not too far away where they planned to get dressed up. She opted for a black dress with black stiletto boots and drove to the venue after picking up Leia and Molly.

All three walked in together and were shown to a circular booth at the back of the nearly empty room. Claire went to step around the table and tripped on the full-length table cloth, nearly pulling the whole thing off the table, making the three of them laugh conspicuously. A couple of older women sat in the opposite corner of the room and they cast disapproving glances at the noisy trio but they certainly didn’t let it bother them.

They ordered their food and were enjoying the evening, but Claire was quite surprised at Molly’s behaviour. In the car she had been sweetness and fun personified, but now it was as if she’d had a massive sugar rush. She was fidgety and whiny and complained as the waiter approached to take the order. Claire politely ignored it and figured the girl was seeking attention, so she started to talk to Molly about school while the waiter noted down their choices. That seemed to do the trick, and she was back to her normal self very quickly.

The conversation turned again and Claire found herself and Leia doing most of the talking while Molly sat and ate quietly, joining in as she wanted to.

As the main course finished and the plates were cleared away, the dessert menu was produced and it was as if Molly had switched again. “I want the candy ice-cream stack, Mum,” she said, a little too loudly. The waiter recognised another kid frustrated by their parents’ restrictions on puddings, a very familiar sight.

“Molly, no!” said Leia firmly. “You’re embarrassing me. Now, stop it. You can have the ice-cream or the panna cotta but that’s it. Everything else on here is enormous.”

“Mum!” croaked Molly, stifling a scream.

“That’s it, young lady. Time out. Now.” said Leia, looking daggers at her daughter.

“Fine!” said Molly and ducked down under the tablecloth in a rage.

“I’m so sorry,” said Leia to the waiter and Claire, prompting polite smiles from both. “She’ll have the panna cotta with raspberry coulis please, and we’ll also have a couple of coffees.”

“Of course, madam,” said the young waiter and turned away to ring up the order and make the drinks.

Claire was shocked at Molly’s behaviour, but then thought back to her own behaviour at that age and realised she was probably pretty similar in her own way. They continued their small talk for a few moments and as Leia spoke, she waited for the look of shock and panic in Claire’s eyes.

Ah, there it was. Leia kept her voice level and natural and left just enough room in the conversation for only the smallest of agreements from her companion.

The reason for Claire’s reaction was that beneath the table, she felt Molly’s hands on her legs, pushing her little black dress up her thighs. Molly was completely covered by the table-cloth, so no-one could see as she twisted her little body around under the table. She pushed Claire’s knees wide apart, and with a deft flick of the fingers to draw back Claire’s satin knickers, bent forward and licked her pussy again.

Claire could see Leia talking, but the world didn’t exist more than a couple of feet away from her; she didn’t catch a word said as she felt that little girl tongue silently lapping at her clit once more.

She slowly came to her senses and realised the situation she was in. She couldn’t stop it – she didn’t want to – but the possibility of being caught was terrifying. And exciting.

Leia knew exactly what was going to happen. They’d planned this, the pair of them. Claire couldn’t believe how naturally it had all been played out and now, she was sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant with a nice meal in her stomach and a nine-year-old girl’s tongue in her cunt. She smiled at how preposterously delicious it was, and found herself somehow able to join in the conversation.

Moments later, the waiter returned with the two coffees and placed them on the table. Claire felt Molly’s tongue stop directly on her clit, and froze so as not to make a single give-away sound.

The waiter mentioned that the panna cotta would be out in a couple of minutes, and Leia thanked him. The young man turned to walk away, but Leia’s inner devil whispered in her ear.

“Oh, excuse me,” she called, prompting the waiter back. “Would you have any extra brown sugar, please?” she smiled sweetly. He walked over to a supply station and brought back a couple of sticks before leaving again. All the while, Claire had Molly’s tongue directly on her clit.

“Ah yes, that should be enough I think now.” said Molly, handling the sugar, but in reality talking directly to Molly. Claire felt her dress being straightened out before Molly’s touch left her altogether.

Two taps on her mother’s knee, and Leia was given the signal.

“Are you ready to come out now, Molly? Your pudding is about to come.” The young girl re-appeared from under the table.

“Sorry, Mummy,” she said as she took her seat again.

“I …… I can’t believe that.” said Claire, a shocked smile on her face.

“I know. The first time Molly ate here it was just the two of us, and it was amazing,” said Leia, lacing the conversation with dual meanings.

“I bet!” said Claire. “I bet you’ve eaten here a few times then – I know I’d like another helping. Maybe I could come along some time again.”

“And bring Jessica!” said Molly as the waiter approached. “It’d be great to have another kid at the table.” Leia and Claire laughed incredulously; Molly hadn’t quite realised their game, but had unwittingly added her line perfectly.

The panna cotta was polished off in no time at all, interrupted only by a bout of the giggles when Leia asked Claire if she thought something similar was on the menu for the two old women in the other corner of the room.

As the waited cleared the plates away and went to print the bill, Molly shifted around the bench seat so she was sitting next to Claire.

“Can I tell you a secret, please Claire?” she asked.

“Of course you can, my love.”

Molly brought both hands to her mouth, cupping them in a cone shape as kids do when whispering to one another. She rested the other side of her hands over Claire’s ear.

“It was me eating your cunt.”

Claire almost spat the last bit of her coffee, and both Leia and Molly laughed out loud. She realised that this must have been another thing that they’d planned before.

The dirty little fuckers!

————–

The journey home was short, thankfully, and as soon as they got back to Leia’s, they opened a bottle of wine and sat in the dining room once more. Tonight the wine was much more pleasurable than functional; given their recent activities, none of them felt they needed help losing inhibitions.

They had eaten early due to Molly being with them, and it was still before 9:00 PM now that they were home. The conversation evolved into them each reliving what happened in the restaurant, and what they felt at each point. Claire was taken aback with how Molly was making this sound so innocent and so filthy at the same time.

“I knew I was going to pretend sulk and the man would understand why I was under the table, but I still giggled a bit when Mummy was talking to you both. I very nearly spread your legs right then and started licking, but I thought he might see your face. I bet it looked a picture when I licked her pussy, didn’t it Mummy?”

Leia giggled. “It sure did baby, nearly as much as when I called the guy back for more sugar and you two completely froze up – that was so funny!”

Leia smiled at the reaction this conversation was having on all three of them, and when they reached the part with them leaving the restaurant, she’d already decided what she was going to do. Being the considerate hostess, she stood and asked if either of them needed the bathroom. When both said no, Leia walked into the front living room and returned with a few of the large cushions she kept there.

Claire looked enquiringly at her friend but Leia had a beaming smile – she knew what was coming.

Leia walked to the kitchen and to the corner where the two walls – and therefore two countertops – met in an L shape. She placed the cushions on the floor and called for Molly who bounded in moments later, anticipating precisely this.

Leia walked back into the dining room and asked Claire to follow her. Wine duly picked up, she followed the sexy brunette into her kitchen. In the corner, on the countertops and immediately above the cushions, was an entirely naked little nine-year-old girl.

Her bottom was perched right in the joint between the two sides and she had her legs spread wide, spreading her tiny slit ever so slightly in the process. Molly’s hands were wandering all over her skin, pinching, pulling and rubbing as she wanted to.

Claire laughed, slightly taken aback; Leia put her arm around her friend.

“Now, Claire,” she started, “as you know, my little girl is just nine years old. She’s little, but she knows lots and lots of things. She knows how to act a role, as you saw. She also knows how to eat a woman’s pussy, as you felt. Twice now, in fact. However, there’s something she doesn’t know, and I hoped you could help her out there.”

Claire was already massively turned on, just watching the naked little girl looking back at her while running her fingers over her small body. “Well, how can I help?” she said, grinning.

“Well, the only woman’s tongue she’s ever had on her little baby girl clit is her mummy’s. I know that Molly loves Mummy licking her pussy, just as I know that you love the idea of me doing the same to her.”

“I rather do, yes.”

“Well, darling Claire. Would you eat my little girl’s cunt, please?”

“Oh yes, please do, Claire!” added Molly for good measure. “Mummy even got the cushions out to save your knees on this hard floor.”

Claire took a couple of steps forward and shucked her little black dress up her legs a touch. She knelt down in the corner of the kitchen with her head close to Molly’s pussy. She reached up and ran her fingertips and nails over her spread thighs, slowly zeroing in on her sexy little slit.

Leia noticed her pause, and after a few more seconds asked if Claire was okay.

“Yeah…. “ she said, turning around to glance at Leia while her fingers stayed on the girl’s inner thighs.

“What are you thinking, Claire?” There was a moment of silence where a spiky ball of worry appeared in Leia’s stomach, but she had no cause for concern.

“I want to watch you lick her first,” said Claire.

Leia smirked. “…and you’re going to stay right there, are you?”

“Sure am,” said Claire.

Leia stepped nearer and stood behind Claire, bending over her right shoulder. Claire’s face was only slightly further back, so she had an incredible view as Leia gently moved forward, enveloping the girl’s pussy with her lips. A few moments later and she could see Leia’s tongue gently sliding up and down Molly’s cunt, occasionally focusing on her tiny clit.

“Ooooooohhh, Mummy, that’s nice,” groaned Molly.

“Oh, my days.” whispered Claire, gasping at the piquant spectacle of a mother and daughter. To top it off, Leia had slipped a hand inside Claire’s dress and was fondling her left breast.

A few more licks, and Leia slowly withdrew after placing one last long, sucking kiss on her little girl’s clit.

“Your turn now, Claire,” said Molly, mischievously. “I’ve waited long enough to feel your tongue in my puss-puss.”

Claire closed her eyes momentarily before gazing straight at that little nine-year-old pussy. Her head lowered and her tongue found the little girl’s lips. Claire almost brain-gasmed; here she was, licking Molly’s beautiful little pussy while the girl’s mother stood behind, encouraging them. She looked up to see Molly playing with her own nipples for a while then down as Leia’s hand slipped inside her dress again.

“Lick her, Claire.” whispered Leia. “Suck that little nine-year-old cunt, you filthy fucking bitch.”

Claire was determined to savour this — and more importantly, for Molly to enjoy it. She kept looking up, partially for the astonishing, crotch-wetting sight of this sexy girl on her tongue but also making sure Molly was having fun. She stopped checking when Molly reached down, both hands on top of her head and started guiding her exactly where she wanted that tongue.

“Fuck yes, Claire. Eat me. Eat my nasty little cunt,” she hissed. “You like eating my underage pussy, you slut? You like fucking little girls, don’t you? You dirty bitch.”

Claire was loving the sudden upshift in dirty talk and put it down to her approaching orgasm at first, until she spotted Leia out of the corner of her eye, who had her phone out and was recording a movie.

“You like her tongue in your little-girl pussy, Molly?” asked Leia. “Mmmm, you’re making me so fucking wet, you two. Eat her cunt, Claire.”

Molly started shaking and had what approximated an orgasm right there on the counter-top, and right there on the camera. Claire had to get up as her knees were starting to hurt. Molly took charge and asked the two women to kiss. “I think it’s really hot watching you two kissing, and I’d like Mummy to taste her little girl’s juices in another woman’s mouth.”

Both Leia and Claire rolled their eyes with big smiles to Molly. “You naughty little thing!” Leia said, smiling broadly before she and Claire fulfilled her wish. Molly watched as the two grown women stood right there in the kitchen, passionately kissing each other while her pussy dripped onto the kitchen floor.

Continue to Chapter Four!

 

What’s up with Juicy Secrets, you ask…?

  • Posted on September 14, 2018 at 9:43 am

by JetBoy

Dear Friends of Juicy Secrets,

It’s been a trying time and then some for our humble site, but we are still doing our best to keep Juicy Secrets alive. We thought it a good time to bring you up to date on recent developments.

As you surely know by now, we were shut down by our hosts at Kinky Blogging who, evidently, have far less freedom to be as kinky as before. They wrote to inform us that they were no longer permitting content that features erotica/sexual content about minors. Seems that they were threatened by their provider, and therefore reluctantly obliged to turf us out. So it goes.

After a frenzied search (and some agonized deliberation between us), we settled on a new host, who shall remain unnamed. It’s not been an entirely smooth process — the new site has gone dark twice since then, and we’re still unsure if it was caused by technical glitches, human error or (gulp!)  sabotage.

At any rate, Juicy Secrets is up again, hopefully for good — but please, if you do try to visit us in future and are unable to do so, don’t give up on us. If we end up shuttering the site permanently, there will be an official announcement to that effect. We’re still working hard to keep the stories (and our readers!) coming.

Now it falls to me to share a recent development that saddens us enormously: Cheryl Taggert, one of the founders of Juicy Secrets, has elected to leave us. She is embarking on a career as a published author, and is obliged to devote much more of her time to writing the kind of fiction that doesn’t have to find its home in these dark corners of the internet. We love Cheryl and her stories very much, and will miss her more than mere words can convey. Please join us in wishing her the best of fortune in this new chapter of her life.

Next, you may have noticed a shortage in new stories at Juicy Secrets, as opposed to older material earmarked for the archive. Frankly, it’s because the site isn’t running at full strength at the moment, and not just due to Cheryl’s departure. Naughty Mommy is still working to put her day-to-day life back together after having to flee her home country, and PoppaBear has been coping with some very serious family issues. Your good thoughts for them both are encouraged in a big way.

On the other hand, a vigorous round of applause should be bestowed upon our Site Manager, Amanda Lynn, who has been doing an amazing job of helping hold down the fort until we have our mojo working once more. Her labors here are worthy of Hercules, and she does it all out of love for this site.

We’ve got a couple of continuing stories still in progress, but have far less time to edit them, and our own writing projects are mostly on hold at the moment. I’ll be trying to keep a steady flow of archival and Author Unknown stories to give you a reason to visit Juicy Secrets regularly, but we may sometimes have to go an extra day or two without anything new appearing. Don’t hold it against us, dear readers.

Finally, we’d like to thank you for keeping in touch with Juicy Secrets, as well as the encouragement you’ve shown us during our time of tribulation. We’ve put years of work into making this site the best library of edgy lesbian fiction available, and have no plans to stop anytime soon. Hope you intend to stay on the journey with us.

Erotically yours, JetBoy

 

Camping in France, Part One

  • Posted on September 12, 2018 at 9:52 am

by Wickedsmile

My mom was enthralled with the idea; me, I had my reservations.

The divorce of my parents had been messy. Both parties had been trying to use me as a messenger to run vitriolic messages between hostile fronts. And now Mom was suggesting a camping vacation in France, just the two of us.

I hated the idea. Weeks before we were about to leave, I prayed for that one sniff that would be the portent of a full-out fever, but none came. None of the airlines went on strike. No tropical storms. Even the fucking terrorists kept quiet.

Every time Mom would ask me whether I was looking forward to our “quality time,” I would force a smile upon my lips that would make Stalin proud.

So, one day, the sun rose up, Mom woke me and in the morning mists of a certain-to-be sweltering day we left in her car, and eight hours later we were at the campsite.

Another great strategic move by my mom was that we were having our vacation at the end of the season, so when we arrived it was quiet, very quiet. A mere five other tents stood there.

Mom parked her car and there we were: a small godforsaken campsite near a godforsaken village. At least the scenery was magnificent; lush forests, a slow moving river that snaked between high mountains.

Still, I was sulking about the whole bloody affair when I heard loud laughter coming from the water’s edge.

I looked a bit closer and saw a couple of girls and women frolicking in the water. A girl pointed at us and waved; she was a few years my minor, that much I could see, but my glasses prevented me from seeing any more. Getting a new prescription was on my mother’s to-do list for a couple of months now.

Mom gave a short whistle and we started to scout for a spot for our tent, like that was a challenge. We settled for a place in the shade under some birches. We managed to pitch our tent with a minimum of effort and disagreement, thank goodness.

By the time we sat down on our folding chairs before our tent, a small procession of females walked by. There were two grown women, about the same age as my mom, one girl of about sixteen or seventeen and two kids about my age.

They greeted us with wide friendly smiles and waved. We waved back and greeted them in French with our heavy Dutch accents. Mom and I were very bad at mathematics, but we did have a knack for languages even though we’d never been able to master a language completely. While Dad would resort to broken English in whatever country he was in, Mom and I would master quickly the basics of a language and build our dictionary from there.

The women and girls stopped and we engaged in some polite conversation. Soon, Mom and the older women were talking like they had known each other all of their lives, and I chatted as best as I could with the girls. First there was Valerie, who was seventeen with her sister Louise, who was thirteen. Then there was Ursula, who was eleven.

Valerie had long auburn hair and a body to die for. She was tanned and wore a brown two-piece. Louise wore a cobalt blue one piece and had a broad smile. She probably had gone through a growth spurt because the one piece had become a little too small. As she sat down, I saw the fabric show her pubic lips and the crack in between them. Louise seemed to be oblivious of that and spoke in a bright, somewhat hurried voice, that made it hard for me to understand her.

Ursula was a shy kid in a green one-piece with flowers. She laughed timidly at the jokes that Valerie and Louise made, the ones that I had a hard time understanding. I found myself liking her in a big way.

They pointed at their respective mothers. The mother of Valerie and Louise was a tall beautiful woman named Laura, and Ursula’s mom was a lithely built woman with heavy breasts named Carmen. Apparently, they’d met in a parking lot, where Laura’s car had a problem with the cooling. Carmen had a spare cannister with cooling liquid and had helped out Laura and her kids. Having talked a while, they had decided to continue the journey together, and that was how they had ended up here, two days earlier.

At one point, the girls invited me to join them in the water. I was self-conscious at the time, but Ursula seemed to be just as apprehensive as I was, so I gathered up my pride and changed in the tent. When I walked out, I was scared, like I would get the usual comments about me being skinny, or whether I ate enough — but the girls were cool and beckoned me over to the river.

Mom had already pulled out the first bottle of wine and was chattering away with the other women.

We ran into the water, and suddenly I had was having the best first day of a vacation since I couldn’t remember when.

Valerie was a very strong girl. She suddenly picked me up out of the water and hurled me away. I screamed and hit the water. I hit a sudden strong current, fought like hell and came up. Valerie looked at me, terrified, but I was out of the undercurrent.

“I’m cool,” I shouted. Valerie sighed out of relief and picked up Ursula who gave a shriek, before Valerie tossed her and she landed close to me. She emerged laughing from the water, quicker than I did.

“You’re fast, the current is very strong,” I said.

She just smiled and did a backstroke to the river bank with long powerful strokes I thought had to be impossible with that kind of body. The top bit of her body lay just above the surface and I could count her stomach muscles. Her breasts were small bumps of flesh that were crowned with rock hard nipples. Fascinated I stared at her swimming away, when I suddenly realized that the current was dragging me along.

I started to swim as hard as I could, but the current was just too strong. I panicked and wrestled harder.

I looked at the bank, where the other girls looked at me alarmed and jumped in after me. I tried to scream, but got a big gulp of water instead. I coughed and swam in a fury.

I looked back in a craze as if a giant waterfall would be the undoing of my young life, but saw nothing but a long winding river. And somehow I noticed a big old house by the water with a jetty. Since I couldn’t swim upstream I managed to decide to go for the jetty.

Thankfully I climbed up the jetty and started to cough my lungs out. The other girls climbed up the jetty too and asked me whether I was okay. I nodded and spat the water out of my lungs.

When I felt better I looked up and saw this beautiful mansion that came straight out of a fairytale. It had warm soft pink walls and the roof was riddled with chimneys. We all stared in absolute wonder at this building.

A door swung open and a woman emerged. I tried to focus, but saw her only when she was a few meters away. She was an anachronism out of a perfect past. She wore a dress that was very narrow at the waist and spread out. Her face was that of a fairy queen with slightly hooked eyebrows, piercing brown eyes and a face that was chiseled by an artisan.

Valerie started to apologize for our being there, but the woman smiled and warned us about the treacherous currents. She walked up to me and touched my face. “How are you?” she asked.

I think I blushed and nodded, tongue-tied.

“Come, I will show you a path to the campsite,” she said with that serene smile and led us to a hardly distinguishable path in a forest that separated her estate and the camping.

“That’s a beautiful house you live in,” Ursula said.

“Maybe you all should come by soon, there is quite a lot I could tell you about it,” she said immediately. “I have two daughters and they would love to meet you. As much as I would.”

We felt like we had been invited to an audience with the Queen of France. Frantically we nodded. Louise had the nerve to ask whether we could come by the next day, which was greeted with another nod and a delightful mysterious smile. She made me feel strange inside.

She bade us farewell and waved at us, as we struggled through the undergrowth towards the camping, where Mom and the other mothers were getting giddy on wine.

Since our mothers had decided that it was no use trying to fix a meal in their state, they too told us that we would go and eat in a local inn, where the food would be good and cheap. We didn’t tell them what had really happened, but that this nice lady had invited us to visit her mansion. At first the mothers were suspicious, but after our pleas they allowed us to go and visit her tomorrow.

While we were eating and Mom, Laura and Carmen were drinking wine, I talked with the girls. I couldn’t help but think about the lady of the mansion and stare at Ursula’s chest. She made me feel warm in a way I’d never experienced before. She caught my eye and smiled. I felt my ears burn again and smiled back. I felt a tingle in my cunny.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I pulled down my panties and very apprehensively felt my cunny. It was wet and when I touched the little bump that was just above the folds of my lips I felt a strong electrifying sensation. I gasped and touched myself again. This was too weird. I stopped, tried to concentrate on peeing.

When I came back, I was definitely confused.

Ursula just smiled sweetly and let Valerie and Louise do the talking.

*****

The next day was sweltering hot. My mom and the other mothers decided to stay and continue their small talk. We put on our bathing suits. I wrapped a silken cloth around my waist. Louise wore a skimpy two piece that was also one size too small, Valerie emerged from the tent in a tank top and string. Ursula wore her mother’s white blouse that hid her body down to her knees. Somehow I felt disappointed, but shook it away.

We followed the trail back to the mansion and stood before the front door. There was an old doorbell that you had to pull. We lost our nerve, until Valerie pulled the doorbell. We heard the bell ring clearly and soon the lady appeared.

She opened the door, bade us welcome and beckoned us in. We shuffled inside and stood amazed at the richess of the hall. Paintings of faces long forgotten hang on the walls next to priceless tapestries.

The lady stood before us. “My name is Isabeau de Collignon, this has been the house of my family since the seventeenth century and I welcome you.”

She led us through magnificent halls where we got lost in a fairy tale of intrigue, art, war, love and death. We lost track of time and found ourselves in a salon with beautiful fauteuils that were richly embroidered. She motioned us to sit down and clapped in her hands.

Two girls walked in with silver platters with food and drinks. They were princesses. Even Valerie and Louise went silent as the girls laid the platters on the marble table and made a curtsy.

“These are the apples of my eye, that is Monique,” the taller girl with platinum hair and bright blue eyes nodded, “and that is Yvonne,” the other girl, no less beautiful than her sister, gave us a smile. We felt ourselves like cavemen when we nodded back.

The lady padded on the couch and the girls sat beside her. We were afraid to speak or eat.

Before the silence became uncomfortable, the lady said, “Please help yourself.”

Hesitantly Valerie took a sandwich and took a bite. Her face cleared up when she had her first chew. “This is good,” she said with her mouth full. Isabeau smiled and nodded approvingly.

The rest of us took note and attacked the platter. Soon Valerie and Louise switched to their usual mode and started to talk. I couldn’t help but admire the dresses of Isabeau and her daughters. I looked sideways and saw that Ursula was also lost in admiration.

“You like the way we dress, don’t you?” Isabeau asked us. I was taken aback and nodded.

“Strange as it may seem, we cater for a public who enjoys this style of dressing. We are seamstresses. You wish to see more?”

We nodded. Isabeau smiled and waited for us to finish our lunch. Then she and her daughters led us to a wing of the mansion.

“My ancestors were tailors to kings and queens. After the French Revolution we were in severe danger of going bankrupt, but then Napoleon crowned himself emperor and we were saved. We made the wedding dress for his first wife,” Isabeau told us.

We were led into an atelier, where we saw dresses that made us gape.

“What’s that?” Louise asked and pointed at a life-size doll with a peculiar piece of garment.

“That? That is a corset,” Isabeau said matter-of-factly.

“What does it do?”

“It enhances the female form.”

“Huh?”

“Come,” she said and led us towards the doll. The doll was the size of a young woman, I realized, a very young woman. I looked at Isabeau.

She seemed to read the question in my eyes. “Like I said, we cater to an exclusive audience. This is being made for a Japanese princess. I can’t tell you more.”

We stood and admired the handiwork. The embroidery was very fine. We realized that this would cost us more than we could imagine.

“Can you breathe in this thing, this corset,” Louise asked.

Isabeau laughed. “Yes, you can. I am wearing one, like my daughters.” She took a moment’s pause. “Would you like to try one on?”

Louise shrugged. “Sure.”

“Come with me, I will show you some corsets we have upstairs.”

We were led along to the second floor and stepped into a room, where there were nothing but corsets.

“Some of these are more than hundred years old and oh, my, the stories they could tell,” Isabeau said with a naughty smile.

She gave Louise a long look and led her towards a black corset, then shook her head and took her to a emerald green one. “This matches your eyes better.” She clapped in her hands. “Monique, would you be so kind?”

Monique started to unfasten the corset and motioned Louise to follow her to a room that was hidden behind a heavy red curtain.

We looked at each other and suddenly found ourselves wandering past the other corsets. There must have been a hundred of them. Yvonne and Isabeau started to talk with us and show us the models and the intricacies of the handiwork.

The red curtain opened and Monique and Louise walked in. Louise had a red face and it took no more than a passing glance why; apart from the corset, she was naked.

“Monique didn’t think my panties fitted with the corset, so I, um….”

We stared at her bald pussy that had a small neat brown tuft of fur above. “Aw, come on guys, stop gawking,” she pleaded.

“Wow,” Valerie said, “you look amazing.”

It was true, Louise looked stunningly beautiful and… sexy. I felt that tingle again and suddenly didn’t know where to look. The room seemed to be saturated with sex and I wasn’t prepared for that.

“Who’s next?” Isabeau said suddenly.

“I’d like to,” Ursula said and stepped forward.

Isabeau smiled and walked up to her. “I just might have the thing for you.”

Yvonne and Monique walked up to me and Valerie. We looked at each other, blushed deeply, but we knew that we wanted to look sexy like that too, although we were not too sure about being so very naked.

Monique took me softly by the hand and led me to a corset I had laid my eyes on. It was black velvet with pearls. “You like that one, don’t you?” she asked softly.

I nodded.

She removed the corset and led me into the room that was all red, the seats and couches, the walls, the ceiling. While she loosened the laces, she smiled at me: “You know what to do now.”

I took off my clothes as casually as I could. Valerie and Ursula also walked in. Valerie giggled nervously as she took off her clothes. Ursula looked at me as she undressed.

Monique bowed down before me and was so close I was afraid she could smell me or see me get moist, because I was feeling my cunny get very warm. She appeared not to notice and asked me to step into the corset. When I did, she hoisted it up and started to lace me in.

“I’m sorry, but I have to do this. Your breasts will fit in better,” she said and lifted my breasts up one by one. The pressure on my torso felt good somehow and my breasts were pushed so a nice hill of flesh made a nice distinct curve. I giggled and looked at Ursula who had her breasts lifted up too.

“Look, I have titties,” I said.

Ursula smiled broadly and looked down. “Wow, me too.”

We looked at Valerie and were smashed away. “Wow,” we said simultaneously.

Valerie had turned into a goddess of sex. We saw that that she had a neat narrow strip of hair above her cunny.

“Breathe in,” Monique whispered in my ear. When I did, I felt her pull the laces tighter. My breasts went up some more and I giggled.

Louise walked in and was flabbergasted by the sight of our nudity.

Monique asked me to breathe in again and pulled the laces tighter. “You’re fine, I won’t go much further.”

“Thanks,” I said and felt exquisite, feminine, sexy. “How do I look?” I asked the others. They clapped and smiled.

Yvonne stepped away and pulled away another curtain to unveil a large ancient mirror. We stopped laughing, we couldn’t believe what or who we were seeing. Gone were the trying and tiring years of pubescence, we had become women.

Isabeau looked appraisingly at us. She clapped her hands. “This calls for a feast,” she said. “Come along, girls,” she said and led us towards another room, where there were these old fashioned dressing mirrors with light bulbs in the frame, along with huge boxes with make up and jewelry. We were told to sit down and given a make over by our hostesses.

By the time they were finished I had become a femme fatale with pearl earrings. The awareness of me being naked down there subsided and I enjoyed the sensation of being free and restrained, both at the same time.

Monique and Yvonne started to unwind and began to exchange jokes and stories with us. Then they left to return with black stockings, which they helped us to put on and clasp to the corsets. Then Isabeau left to return with long velvet gloves, which we put on.

She invited us to stand up and looked at us. We looked at each other and had smiles that just wouldn’t go away.

Isabeau led us back to the room with the big mirror and we stood there for God knows how long, appraising ourselves, each other. Ursula had a small tiara in her flaming blond hair and I could have sworn that the tiara was studded with real diamonds. Fortunate though we were to wear the priceless things, we had been turned into women and we could look back to this moment and smile a smile that no one could ever rob us of.

And I started to look differently at my newfound friends, differently in a way that I had not known before. I looked at them and drowned in the way they looked. I allowed myself to let my eyes wander over their bodies and suck in each tiny detail, up to the tiny folds of their pubic lips, slender legs and the curves of their breasts that had become welcoming mountains of joy. I started to wonder what it would be like to touch them and feel their flesh under the fabric.

I looked at Isabeau and saw her stare hard at me — not hostile, but interested.

A resounding bell brought us back to earth. Isabeau sighed, and the spell was broken. “It’s almost six o’clock, your parents are going to wonder where you are.”

“Aww,” we said and let our hosts undress us.

They accompanied us to the door, while we begged them to receive us the next day. They smiled and assured us that we were more than welcome.

Our mothers didn’t even seemed to have missed us and listened to our tales, with us leaving some details — specifically the one that we’d been half naked in corsets. But the four of us mentioning that there were no men put their minds more at ease.

Since no one had bothered to remember to go the stores we dined again at the inn. Mom bought a couple of bottles of wine at the inn and we walked back to the camping.

“I had great fun today,” Ursula whispered to me and looked at me.

“Me too,” I said breathlessly. I touched her hand and she took it.

We heard Valerie and Louise whisper something. When I looked back I saw them hold hands too.

“Shall we sit by the river bank?” I proposed.

“Sure,” the others said. We told our mothers where we would be and sat down in the grass in the near dark.

“Today was lovely,” Valerie said.

We agreed. My hand searched and found Ursula’s hand who gave an assuring squeeze. I looked at her and felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her.

“Rose likes Ursula,” I heard Louise say. Disturbed, I looked at her, but she wasn’t teasing me.

A dark rumble engulfed the river valley. “Come on, Louise, let’s give the girls some privacy,” Valerie said and took her protesting sister by the hand.

Ursula looked away shyly as we sat on the river bank. Not knowing where to look, we watched the river that was studded with diamonds glimmering in the moonlight.

“You looked amazing today,” I started not knowing what else to say.

“You too. I thought you looked hot,” she said and smiled nervously.

We slid a bit more towards each other and she rested against my arm. Hesitantly I touched her arm.”You made me want to touch you,” I said.

She sniggered. “I’m sorry, I am a bit nervous. I have never done this.”

“Me neither,” I whispered.

She turned her head towards me and gave me a peck on my lips. I bent my head forwards and gave her another kiss. She smiled and pressed her lips harder upon mine. I wrapped an arm around her as we started to kiss some more. I felt her skin under my trembling fingers. She moaned a bit and touched my lips with her tongue, as if asking for an invitation. I opened my mouth a little and felt the tip of her tongue touch mine. I took a deep breath and kissed her hard on her mouth. I felt the tingle down below return.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close to her until I felt her small breasts touch mine. We got into a wavy motion that sent shivers down my spine. I felt a sudden need to feel my cunny, but managed to restrain myself.

Ursula broke her kiss and looked at me. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Then she hugged me and kissed me some more. I sensed that she didn’t want go any further, so we sat there silently for a while, admiring the view.

When we got thirsty we walked back to the tents where the others sat down. Mom just raised her eyebrows but said nothing, for which I was very thankful, and poured me my first glass of wine.

The rest of the evening was spent small talking, but sometimes I saw the other girls and women look at me and Ursula bemusedly.

When we finally went to bed, Mom just asked: “Did you have a good time today?”

“Yes, I did, Mom,” I answered, afraid that she was going to interrogate me.

“Good. Sleep tight, honey.”

I couldn’t sleep. The heat of the day hadn’t subsided and I felt the strong urge to kick off the sleeping bag. Mom too didn’t doze off so easily.

“I can’t sleep,” I whispered.

“Me neither,” she whispered back.

“Maybe we’d better lie down on one sleeping bag,” she whispered.

I crawled out of my sleeping bag as my mother unzipped hers and lay it down on the mattress. We lay down again and looked at the ceiling of the tent.

“That’s better,” she said.

“Mom? I like Ursula.”

“That’s great, honey, she’s a very pretty girl.”

That message went down well, almost too well. “We kissed.”

“You’re not the first to have kissed a girl, honey,” my mom stated flat-out.

“Huh?”

My mother turned on her side towards me. “When I was a girl, about your age, I met this English girl, I can’t remember her name anymore, but we made out a couple of times. When we went back home, I was heartbroken.” She laughed softly. “So you just have a good time, okay?”

“Okay, thanks Mom.”

She touched my cheek and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “I love you, honey,” she said and lay down on her back again.

I stared at the ceiling, but still couldn’t get to sleep. The memories of kissing Ursula haunted me.

I heard my mom breathing rhythmically. Slowly I slipped a hand into my panties and felt beyond my pubic hair and down to my cunny. It was very sensitive and hot. I felt the tiny button, which I knew protruded a little above my lips and felt a sudden shock.

I was horny, damn it!

It was hot and damp inside my panties. I felt my pubic lips and felt that they were sticky with a wetness I had never felt before. I looked sideways but saw little else than my mother’s breast heave up and down in sleep.

I crawled out of bed and walked outside, not knowing where to go for any further explorations of the intimate kind. The stars had disappeared, I saw. Far away the horizon lit up in a flash. I began to wonder whether we would be spared a thunderstorm.

I heard noises come from the river and curious I walked through the moist grass that dampened my footsteps.

In the river I saw Valerie and Carmen frolic. With a shock I saw that they were naked. And that they were taking more than a casual interest in each other. Playfully they kissed and touched each other in the moonlight. I knelt down and watched fascinated how they kissed and touched each other. I felt hot again and tugged my panties aside to feel my hot moist lips.

“What are they doing, honey?” I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear.

I wanted to shriek, but a hand clasped my mouth and a body pressed against mine. Ashamed, I looked back and saw my mom smile at me. “It’s okay, honey,” she whispered. Her breath was hot and sweet. She touched my shoulders. “Let’s watch.”

We watched the women fondle each other underwater. I saw their mouths glued together and their breasts heave. I felt uncomfortably horny, but my mom was behind me. I desperately wanted to touch myself, my hand still lay on my aching lips, I was sure a drop slid down my fingers down on the damp grass.

“I feel the same way, honey,” my mom whispered hotly in my ears, “this brings back so many good memories.”

I was in shock, thinking of my mom as a sexual being, a bisexual one at that. It scared me, but I was also intrigued.

Valerie and Carmen were becoming noisy, their moaning pounded in my ears. Fascinated, I saw them kiss and twist in the water.

I thought I felt my mother move in a strange way, I was too scared to look at what she was doing behind my back, but I surely felt her breathing pick up pace. She whimpered and bumped against my back, I felt her big soft breasts press against me.

“It’ll be our little secret,” she moaned breathlessly.

By now Valerie and Carmen were enjoying each other just a little too much. Hesitantly I started to rub my clit and was instantly seized by a pulsing series of waves of joy that rocked my lithe body. Unable to keep my balance, I rested on one hand, while the other worked hard on my pussy lips that were dripping wet. I could have sworn that Mom was touching my shoulder, but I was too far gone to react to that, other than imagine her touching me somewhere else.

With a stifled moan, I felt a surge rock me and I came hard.

Panting, I rested one arm on the ground, my knees dug in the grass, head spinning. When I looked up, Valerie and Carmen dragged each other to the river bank and lay there kissing and hugging.

Once again, I felt my mother’s hand on my shoulder. “Come on, let’s go back to the tent.”

Continue to Part Two!