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My Amazing Mum, Part Three

  • Posted on October 16, 2019 at 2:36 pm

by Misty Meadow

I see Audrey in the cafeteria and carry my tray over to her table. Her face lights up when she sees me.

A couple of her friends try to join us, but she waves them off. They look at us contemptuously. “Fucking paedo!” one of them mutters.

“Cradle snatcher!” sneers the other.

“Don’t let them bother you, Misty,” she says, “they’re just jealous.”

“Mum thought you might want to sleepover at our house tonight,” I tell her. “Please come! It’ll be awesome to spend the night with you.”

Audrey looks like she’s just won the lottery. “Oh, wow, yes! Let me call my mum.” Stepping away from the table, she makes the call, talks for a moment and hangs up, grinning. “It’s fine. She met your mum last night when she drove me home and really seemed to like her.” (If only she knew!) “It’s not a school day tomorrow, so we can stay up late.”

“Mum says we can use her big double bed and she’ll sleep in mine. She can’t wait to see you again.”

We chatter away, making girl talk, getting to know each other, hardly pausing to eat until it’s time to go back to class. “Mum will pick us up at the gate again,” I tell her.

Waiting with her as school lets out, she opens her backpack. “Look,” she says, spreading it open. I see a pair of neatly folded white panties.

“Oh, my God! You’ve got no knickers on!”

“Clearly. Here’s what happened. Our last period was gym, and as usual, when we were changing, I waited until Miss Jackson was looking my way and peeled my leotard down and stood there, naked, like I was thinking about something, though I knew she was staring at me. I even rubbed my cunt for a bit, like I had an itch down there.

“I put on my bra, then sat with my legs spread as I slowly put my socks on, one at a time, giving her a really good look. Then I put my dress on, and turned to leave. ‘Audrey’, she called, ‘you’ve forgotten these.” She held out my knickers and I said, “Oh, silly me. Thank you, Miss Jackson.” I stuffed them in my backpack and walked out. I wonder what she thought, and if she pictured me riding home on the school bus with no knickers. It was awesome.”

“You’re just like me, Audrey: a naughty show-off.”

Mum’s car pulls up and we climb in.

Home, we drop our backpacks and take our sneakers off. “Audrey has something to show you, Mummy,” I say. “Go on, let her see.”

Audrey coyly lifts the front of her dress to reveal her knickerless parts, grinning like a fool.

“Holy shit!” Mum croaks. “Have you been like that all day?”

Audrey retells the story of teasing Miss Jackson, and Mum laughs. “So she’s a dyke, then.”

“She’s into little girls, yes,” Audrey affirms, “and she’s certainly into Misty.”

“I tease her, too, Mum. I let her see my cunt when I’m changing. It’s fun.”

“Poor Miss Jackson,” Mum says, “she must be so frustrated. All you lovely nymphets dancing about and undressing and stuff, it must be torture for her.” Audrey drops her dress. “No, lift it up again, I want to take a picture of you.” Audrey looks dubious.

“It’s okay, Audrey,” I tell her, “no one gets to see our pictures except us.”

She hoists her dress up again and beams at Mum’s phone.

“Mummy,” I say, “can we upload the pictures on both our phones into the computer so we can see them on the big screen?”

“Go ahead. You’ll find the connector in the desk drawer.”

I upload everything we took yesterday. Our big TV serves as a monitor, so we sit back on the couch, seeing our pictures one at a time, including me in crotchless knickers, then tied up on the bed, then the close up of my cunt and the shot of Mum’s gaping cunt after I’d fisted her.

I hear Audrey gasp. Wondering if I’ve revealed too much of my sexual adventures with Mummy, I look sideways at Audrey to gauge her reaction. She seems entranced.

“How did it get that big?” she asks, totally awed. “It looks like you just had a baby.”

“It’s a secret… and Misty is my little baby, aren’t you, my darling?”

I smile in agreement. “Now watch this.”

I play the spanking video and to my relief, Audrey laughs. “You guys are so bad!” she says, understating the obvious.

“I hope all this doesn’t come as a shock to you, Audrey,” Mum says. “Misty’s relationship with me is unusual, and many people might be horrified by it. After all, technically it’s incestuous and illegal, but I assure you that everything we do is totally consensual on both sides, and we love each other dearly. I’d never do anything that might harm my little girl, physically or mentally. We’ve slowly grown closer and more intimate over the years, so we’re used to the idea of kinky sex, but to you, it might seem somewhat extreme. You seem to like the pictures and the video, though, so I’m hoping you’re okay with my daughter and me being lovers.”

“Here’s how I feel,” Audrey says, after a pause. “For the last six months, I’ve been admiring Misty every day from a distance, but I never approached her because of what my friends might say. But finally, I just couldn’t keep it to myself, and so yesterday, I wrote that note. I’m so glad I did!

“When Misty and I kissed, I just melted and fell totally in love. It was all very sudden, I know, but all my pent up feelings came pouring out so I was eager and thrilled to play naughty games with her, and you’ve been so nice to me, not to mention how stunningly beautiful you are. Intellectually I know some things are wrong but emotionally, it’s wonderful. I like showing myself off and I just love looking at Misty’s lovely little body, and you seem like an older sister to me. How long have you two been doing this sex stuff?”

“We’ve been sharing pleasure since she was out of nappies, though we haven’t gone all the way until recently. I’ve always thought of Misty as sexy and we’ve always been uninhibited with each other, like being naked and stuff, but it was only a few days ago that we crossed the line into actual sex. So we’re pretty new to this, and we both want you to join us in bed.”

Audrey’s face is aglow. “You only need to go as far as you want with us,” I tell her. “If you feel even the least bit uncomfortable with anything Mum and I do, you can always walk away.”

“I don’t think I’d ever want to walk away,” she says. “I’m head over heels in love with you, Misty, and I’m ready to do anything you like.” My heart is soaring, and I’m wearing a silly grin. Then she looks at Mum. “I’m gay, just like you. I mean, when you looked at my cunt just now and took a picture, it made me feel warm inside. So you can look at any part of me at any time and I won’t mind a bit.”

To show that she means it, she leans back on the couch, lifts her dress again and spread her legs as wide as they’ll go. Mum seizes her chance and snaps a picture. I look at Audrey proudly.

“We’re overdressed, Misty,” Mum says, taking off the jacket of her trouser suit and stepping out of her pants. Below her translucent silk blouse, she has on a pair of vivid turquoise satin knickers, her cunt invisible for once. No matter, she still looks amazingly sexy.

I stand, remove my school dress and sit back down, happy in my knickers and vest.

“Get naked,” I whisper to Audrey. She lifts her bum to slide her dress up and off, and it soon joins mine on the floor. I unhook her bra and let it fall.

“Nice boobs,” Mum comments. “You should appreciate them, Misty — after all, you’ll have yours soon. I’m gonna buy you some bras, sexy see-through ones like Audrey’s.”

I put an arm around Audrey’s shoulder and place my palm on her right boob, feeling her nipple stiffen. Then I lower my head, kiss it, then suck it into my mouth and nurse like a baby.

“Oh, my God!” Mum cries. “I’d love for you to do that to me.” I gave her a look making it clear that I fully intended to do just that. “Let’s go upstairs, girls.”

We gather our clothes, pick up our backpacks and follow Mum upstairs, enticed by the sight of her bum cheeks, cased inexpensive satin.

Once in Mum’s bedroom, Audrey and I sit on the end of her bed and look at my mother expectantly, wondering what she has in mind.

She opens her closet, reaches to the back of the top shelf and brings out a shoebox. “This is some stuff that belonged to my mum,” she says, sitting between us. She lifts the lid and produces a dildo, shaped like a penis with an acorn-shaped head and veins. “This might be a bit big for you girls, so I could buy a smaller one for you to practice with.” Audrey giggles at that.

Then Mum extracts a handful of photographs. “These are of my mother.” I study these pictures of a woman who looks to have been in her twenties at the time, and is just as young and beautiful as Mum is today.

I’ve never seen these pictures of Gran before. She’s in various states of undress and naked poses. In the first, she’s wearing a bra and suspender belt with matching knickers that she holds in her hands, leaving her cunt in full view.

Audrey takes in a sharp breath. Me, all I can do is stare. Who knew that my sweet grandmother was so sexy?

“She died a few years ago and I still miss her terribly,” Mum sighs. “Do you like her taste in underwear?”

“Yes!” we chorus.

“Was she gay, too?” asks Audrey.

“She was like me in spades, a total cunt hound.”

Audrey giggles. “She’s beautiful… just like you, Mrs. Meadow.”

“Oh, please, call me Jo. I want to think of you as my other daughter.” (Oh, this is nice; now I have a “sister”.) “She just lived for lesbian sex and yes, before you ask, she and I did have an incestuous relationship; she taught me everything I know about how to please a woman, and we practiced it almost on a daily basis.”

Audrey looks awestruck. The second picture depicts my grandmother lying in a tub half-filled with water, with Mum seated on the rim at one end, her feet on either side of Gran’s head. Mum, who looks to be eight or so, is naked. Gran’s head is tilted back, mouth open to receive the stream of pee that arcs down onto her face.

“Oh, my God!” Audrey gasped. “Is that you, Mum? She let you pee on her?”

“Yes, she was a dedicated pee drinker. It’s called ‘a golden shower’. Haven’t you seen stuff like this on the internet?”

“My mum’s put parental controls on my computer, so no, I haven’t.”

“We can surf porn on mine,” I tell her, “and look at anything you like.”

The next picture shows Gran sitting on a couch with Mum on her lap, leaning back against her chest. Not only are their legs spread, but Gran’s hands are under Mum’s knees, spreading her legs as far apart as they’ll go. Beneath Mum’s bum, Gran’s cunt can be seen, glistening with moisture. Both have blissful smiles on their proud faces. The whole picture screams, Look at my daughter!

It’s my turn to gasp. This is exhibitionism taken to the absolute limit. It makes me wish that I could’ve licked my mum back when she was a little girl.

The next shot shows Gran on all fours, facing away from the camera and smiling over her shoulder. Preteen Mum is kneeling beside her, pressing her fingers into Gran’s cunt. The young girl’s expression is one of pure joy.

The last one was taken by Gran herself, the camera pointing down her body so we see her firm little tits at the bottom of the frame, and beyond that, the V of her raised, parted thighs. Between them, Mum’s happy little face beams at the camera, hinting at the joy she’s about to experience.

“Oh, my God!” Audrey breathes. “You kissed your mum’s cunt?”

“Kissed it, licked it and sucked on her clit until she came,” Mum says, proudly. Audrey looks incredulous as she stares at the picture, then looks at me. I give her a smug little smile.

“Not you, too, Misty?” Audrey says, her gaze shifting between Mum and me. “I must be in some other kind of universe,” she murmurs.

“My daughter and I have no secrets from each other, and I can’t think of a thing that we wouldn’t do together. Can you, Misty?”

I shake my head vigorously. “No, nothing at all. I’ll try anything with you, Mum.”

Mum rummages through the shoe box, finding hair grips, old lipsticks, an unused tampon and a string of pearls. Lifting them out, she holds them up and we see that it’s more than a foot long.

“I think I know what she did with these,” she says, standing up and taking her knickers off, handing them to me. She sits on the bed, spreads her legs and feeds the pearls, one at a time, into her cunt. Audrey looks on in disbelief.

When all the pearls except for the last two have disappeared, Mum stands in front of Audrey and tells her to slowly pull them out. Nervously, she tugs at the string, and one by one they slide out, glistening with Mum’s honey. She holds them up and as they hang vertically, a drop of juice falls from the lowest one.

“You know what to do, Misty,” Mum says, offering the pearls to me.

I take the pearls, tilt my head back and feed them into my mouth. I suck them clean, then take the string out and lick my lips.

I hand the string to Audrey, telling her “Put them in me,” then lean back and part my thighs. She needs no urging, and pushes them into my cunt — half a dozen, then a few more. She’s giggling. “All of them,” I demand, even though I feel full.

Once the whole strand is packed inside me, I instruct her, “Now pull them out, slowly.” One by one, the pearls pop out, each sending a tiny thrill through my tummy as it emerges. When I’m empty, I’m delighted to see Audrey tilt her head, open her mouth and drop them in. Then she closes her lips and looks at us, her eyes bright.

“That’s my girl!” Mum declares, though whether she means me or Audrey, I’m not exactly sure.

Audrey takes the pearls out of her mouth and hands them to Mum, who looks into the shoebox again. “What’s this?” She takes out a USB memory stick. “Let’s plug it into my laptop and see what’s on it.”

Her screen lights up with a long list of jpeg numbers. She clicks on the first which shows a girl of about ten or eleven sitting on the steps of a public building, her feet up by her bum, legs in white knee socks, spread wide to show off her white knickers, smiling hugely. It has a distinctly last century feel about it. “That’s not Gran. These are pretty old, I think.”

The next one shows a naked girl of about ten or eleven, standing on a beach, looking like something from a family holiday photo. The next shows another smiling young girl, lifting her skirt to show her knickers at mid-thigh, displaying a smooth preteen slit. The third depicts two girls in a garden, both naked, one about thirteen with small boobs and a wisp of pubic hair, the other much younger, kneeling and gazing adoringly at her friend’s cunt. The next girl is squatting in a wood, her knickers pulled to one side, peeing into the dead leaves. Her smile is dazzling. Then we see two girls of about twelve, each with a hand down the front of the other’s brightly coloured knickers, which is all they have on. They share a loving gaze.

“Who are these girls?” I ask, “and how many pictures are there?”

Mom’s brow is furrowed as she studies the files. “Don’t know. Look at the count in the lower left-hand corner. It says 2653. Fucking hell, there’s literally thousands of them!”

“Where would Gran have got these?” I ask. “She couldn’t have taken them herself.”

“No idea. Not off the internet, at least — these are pure child porn. She might’ve bought them from some illegal source. More than one, I’d wager.”

We look at one more: two naked preteens on a couch, their adjacent legs hooked one over the other, their cunts deliberately offered to the camera, welcoming smiles on their faces. They’re obviously eager and delighted to be seen like this. Mum shuts the lid of the laptop.

“Aw, Mummy!” I moan.

“Can’t we see more?” Audrey pleads.

“You will, I promise you, but first I want to vet them all, ‘cos I don’t want you looking at girls sucking guys’ cocks or giving handjobs, or any filth like that. Anyway, if you only look at a few at a time, you’ll appreciate them more. You won’t get – how should I put it – cunt fatigue?”

We laugh. “Cunt fatigue,” I murmur, savouring the expression. “Not much chance of that!”

“Anyway,” Mum says, standing in front of me so that I can pull her satin knickers up, “the real thing is much more exciting. I’m going to leave you two to explore each other’s…”

“Cunts!” Audrey cries.

“That’s right,” Mum says, her smile bathing us in love. She removes the USB stick from the laptop and leaves. Audrey and I fall on the bed, arms around each other, lips locked, thighs pushing between thighs, our pussies getting wetter by the second.

Off to Part Four!