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.”