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My Amazing Mum, Part Four

  • Posted on October 26, 2019 at 3:19 pm

By Misty Meadow

Audrey’s kisses are heavenly. I’ve kissed a few girls before, but they were just friendly pecks or kisses done on a dare, but sucking on Audrey’s sweet tongue sets my tummy fluttering.

But I have loftier ambitions that go far beyond kissing. Breaking away, I roll onto my side, looking at her.  Not just her lovely face, but her slender torso with the barely perceptible swell of her hips, her long smooth legs and best of all, those sweet budding breasts.

I lean in and lick her nipples. She shivers. “Oh… oh, Misty!”

“Kissing is awesome, isn’t it?” I say, softly. “I love kissing your lips and your breasts, but more than anything, I want to put my mouth on your…”

“…my cunt!” Audrey cries. “Yes, kiss my cunt, Misty. It’s been thrilling, letting you and your mum look at it all afternoon, but now it really needs to be kissed.” She lies back, spreading her legs open. “Pretty please?”

Sliding down the bed, I nuzzle her belly button and lower, then abruptly jump further down to plant tiny kisses on Audrey’s inner thighs. I’m shifting from one side to the other, slowly advancing forward, approaching the gates of heaven.

Unable to stand the teasing any longer, she grabs my braids and tugs at them, drawing me to her until I’m so close to her cunt that I can feel its warmth on my face. Her slit is edged by little pink lips, soft and moist, and at the top, there’s that little bump called the clit, that Mum tells me is the centre of all girls’ pleasure.

I can’t hold off any longer so I lower my head, gently touching my lips to Audrey’s cunt in a kiss, softer than the ones we shared minutes ago. I know I’m creating sensations in her that she’s never felt before. Just as Mum told me that her first taste of Gran’s cunt was something that she remembered for the rest of her life, I know I’ll never forget this moment.

I press my tongue between those sweet lips while drawing a deep breath through my nose. The aroma of her arousal is unmistakable, just like well-used knickers, but stronger, thicker. I hear Audrey moan, sounding just like those lesbian videos I like to watch, only she isn’t faking it.

Her hips writhe as she presses my face into her juicy pussy with both hands. “Oh, my G-God,” she croaks, “I never knew, d-didn’t know I could feel this good! Don’t stop, Misty, keep licking me!” She groans again.

I know what she wants. I run my tongue up to the top of Audrey’s cunt and flick her button, then take it into my mouth. She gasps as I purse my lips around her clit and suck hard.

Then she lets out a little yelp, and I lift my head. “Did that hurt?” I ask.

Audrey shakes her head. “No, but it’s so sensitive, you surprised me. It was the most marvelous feeling I’ve ever had. You make me blissfully happy, Misty, and I want to make sweet love to you now.”

I wanted to make her come, hoping to seal her love for me, as it were… but if Audrey wants to give that same pleasure to me, that might seal it, too.

I crawl up beside her and roll onto my back, and in less than a second she’s face down between my legs, hands on my waist and her face buried where it belongs. When her tongue touches me, it’s like a jet of hot water from the showerhead, but sweeter and softer. My heart swells with love for this girl who, although two years older than me, has captured my heart.

Her tongue goes to work, She seems to be quite skilled at eating pussy, but perhaps she’s merely doing what comes naturally, something that girls know by instinct. My cunt is dripping.

I pinch my nipples, feeling them throb and grow hard. I’m looking down at Audrey’s bobbing head as she slides her tongue up and down my slit, the further down to see her beautiful bum lifted high in the air. I’m gonna have to pay some attention to that part of her too, I decide. I’m marvelling at my luck, thrilled by the fact that of all the girls in the school, Audrey has chosen me.

Then the door open, and Mum stands there.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” she announces before she has a chance to see what’s going on, then grins, adding, “Oh, I see you’ve eaten already.”

Audrey drops her head between my legs to the sheet, which is already damp with our juices, and her shoulders are shaking.

I lift my head and prop myself up on my elbows. “Are you okay, Audrey?” I ask, worried at how she might react at being caught. She looks up at me — not crying, but giggling. To me, Mum’s humour is kinda corny, but the sight of my lover’s amusement makes me chuckle as well.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mum says, “but we don’t usually knock in this house. Excuse me, you two carry on.”

It’s a polite offer, but can we carry on? The spell is broken, and we sit up and look at Mum, still dressed in the silk blouse she’d worn to work that day, one that shows off her nipples quite effectively. She had taken off her skirt, though, and wore nothing below the waist but her turquoise satin knickers. Her smile tells us she’s enjoyed catching us in this intimate scene.

Audrey and I look at each other, and nod. “We’ll be down as soon as we’re dressed, Jo,” she says.

Mum arches an eyebrow. “You’re dressing for dinner?”

“Just knickers,” Audrey laughs, “but Misty is more formal; she has a vest.” Nevertheless, she puts her bra back on, and I fish her knickers from her backpack and hold them open for her to step into.

In the kitchen, we sit at the breakfast bar to eat pasta and salad, then retire to the living room where Mum sits between us, looking at more pictures from Gran’s amazing collection. We see a succession of underage girls in various stages of undress, singly or in pairs, and occasionally with adults, posing in positions worthy of the finest gymnasts, invariably flaunting their treasures, except for those who happily show off their underwear — sometimes like our own, sometimes really fancy.

“There’s nothing wrong with plain knickers,” Mum says, “it’s the girl inside them that gets me wet — like you two little nymphets, right now. No need to go to Victoria’s Secret for expensive frillies which are going to get taken right off anyway.”

In every picture the subject seems perfectly willing to be photographed, not merely consenting, but eager to display her intimate parts for the camera.

Mum calls a halt when the novelty begins to wear off. “So,” she says, leaning back and looking at us, “you two finally got to have oral sex. How marvelous. What was it like? Don’t tell me; I know how it feels to be tongued by a lover. Actually, I like doing the licking myself even more.”

I’m quite surprised when Mum goes on to tell Audrey everything about how she my grandmother had sex, back when she was even younger than I am. Now our most tightly held secrets are shared by a third person.

Audrey sits open-mouthed, astonished at Mum’s depravity, as others might call it, though to me it’s just love. Then she learns that the reason Mum’s cunt opening was so huge in one of our pictures is because my fist had just been inside it.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. “Misty’s fist! Incredible.”

“Girls, I’m delighted that you found each other and have discovered the thrill of making love… but now I’m beginning to feel the tiniest bit neglected.” Mum looks down at where her big brown nipples show through the silk blouse she’s wearing.

I take the hint and unbutton Mum’s top, spreading it wide open. Audrey, on the other side, doesn’t waste a second, leaning in to kiss a breast. As she works on the right, I concentrate on the left, rubbing my palm over my mum’s hardening nipple, then taking it between forefinger and thumb, rolling and pinching it.

“Harder!” Mum hisses between clenched teeth. “Hurt me! Go on, hurt me!”

I pinch harder, wanting to please her without causing too much pain, then she pushes my hand away and pulls my head down so I can suckle. Her nipple seems huge in my mouth, and I nurse away happily, just like I must have done as an infant back before I was Mum’s lover.

“Now I have two little babies!” Mum crows happily. “What a lucky mummy I am.”

Audrey comes up for air and runs her eyes over Mum’s gorgeous body. “Your knickers are really pretty, Jo, but I want to see your cunt again,” she says. “I’m gonna take ‘em off, okay?”

“Be my guest,” Mum says, already raising her arse.

I lift my head and watch as Audrey kneels between Mum’s legs and takes those turquoise knickers off. A big waft of sex odour rises from her cunt, like steam from hot soup, and we breathe it in hungrily.

Audrey squats on her heels, gazing at Mum’s big floppy labia, then with her fingertips, she pulls them wide open. Mum’s swollen clit is almost half an inch long and Audrey leans in, taking it between her lips. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks and Mum gasps.

“Oh, you sexy little fox!” she says. “Where did you learn to do that?” Audrey is too busy to answer.

“Well, your clit is so big, Mum, so hard to miss,” I offer. “How could she not want to suck on it?”

For the longest time I’ve thought about eating Mum’s cunt, and now my lover has beaten me to it. I ought to feel jealous, but I know that in a few minutes, it’ll be me down there, my lips and tongue tasting Mum’s copious flow of nectar, and I’ve no wish to deny Audrey the same kind of pleasure.

Mum’s head is thrown back, mouth open, her chest heaving as she pants for breath. It’s an incredibly erotic scene and I sit up, lean back, push my knickers down to my ankles and kick them off, then press two fingers to my cunt and masturbate, just as Audrey looks up at Mum’s contorted face, then over at me.

I spread my legs even wider, thrilled to be pleasuring myself while my darling watches me. Audrey’s gaze adds to my growing excitement until I feel my orgasm hit, and it feels like all the pleasures in the world compressed into a tiny ball that explodes like the big bang itself, creating a universe more beautiful than seems possible, sending wave after wave of pure rapture sweeping through me. My toes curl, my head spins and I cry out loud.

Audrey looks up, alarmed. “It’s okay, sweetie,” Mum says. “Misty just came, that’s all.”

That’s all? It’s everything! What I feel is so incredibly intense that I want Audrey to share it. So I kneel behind her and pull her knickers down. She lifts one leg at a time so I can pull them off, then parts her thighs for me. I touch her cunt, now dripping wet with her honey, and Audrey responds by thrusting her bum up,  inviting me to have my way with that pretty little bottom.

I’m enthralled by the sight of her little brown rosebud, finding it impossible to resist. Bending down, I kiss it, push my tongue against the sweet pucker as a promise of things to come, give it a few long, slow licks, then drift down a couple of inches to her cunt. The angle is awkward for licking, but I can manage it, my body low to the floor, head tilted up, my tongue darting into her delicious crack, probing and sucking, gulping down as much of Audrey’s fluids as I can manage.

From my vantage point, it’s hard to judge her reaction, but I can hear muffled humming noises until a hoarse cry explodes from her lips. I refuse to quit, though, going down on my teen lover until she wrenches herself away from me, collapses onto the floor and rolls on to her back, panting for breath.

Mum lifts her head. “Oh, my — you made her come, Misty. Well done!” She gives me a bashful smile. “I’m right on the edge myself.”

I don’t need another hint, so I gently roll Audrey out of the way, then dive between Mum’s legs to fulfill one of my wickedest fantasies: to make my own mother come in my mouth.

As I fasten my lips to Mum’s juicy cunt, she weaves her fingers together around the back of my head, holding me fast. There’s no escape — even if I wanted to break free, which I absolutely do not. My mother is frantic for an orgasm, and it’s little Misty’s time to shine!

I do all those things that I’ve carefully watched lesbians do on those thrilling internet videos, using every trick I can remember — fingering, licking, probing, kissing, sucking, anything and everything to bring Mum to a knee-trembler of a climax. She’s already so aroused that it takes less than two minutes before her thighs clamp my face between them, her hips jerk and she howls, “Oh, sweet Jesus, I’m coming, my darling, I’m c-coming!”

“Holy cow!” I hear Audrey say.

“Yes, yes!” Mum hisses, her fingernails digging into my scalp. With one final upward lunge of her hips, she goes limp and releases me. I look up at her brightly flushed face, contorted with ecstasy.

The warm glow of contentment spreads through me… I want to laugh, to scream, to dance around the room like a fool. At last, I’ve made Mum come! What joy! I’m so proud to be the daughter to her that she was to her own mum, using my body to fulfill her needs. I’m drowning in a sea of love, an ocean of delicious sexual depravity, happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

Later, sated and recovered from our adventures, we three go upstairs. On the landing, Mum hugs our naked bodies to hers, reaching down to cup our bare bums. “Goodnight, my sweet darlings,” she whispers. “I love you both so much.” She goes into my bedroom and we go into the bathroom.

“We’ll shower in the morning,” I suggest, wanting the odour of sex on our bodies to linger, so we can breathe it in all night long. We brush our teeth, and Audrey uses my toothbrush, which makes for a nice intimate moment.

In Mum’s king-size bed, we lie side by side, happy to just be together, still lightheaded from our lovemaking.

“Do you mind when I call your mum ‘Mummy’?” Audrey asks.

“No, not at all, in fact I like it. Now I can think of you as my sexy big sister!”

“I think it’s usually big sisters who teach the younger ones about sex, but in our case it’s the other way round, huh? You’ve certainly been teaching me!”

“And Mum has, too.”

“Ah, yes,” a dreamy-eyed Audrey says, “Your gorgeous, sexy mum.”

“My nymphomaniac mum. God, we’re so lucky. We are.”

I’m about to drift off to sleep when she says, “If only Miss Jackson could’ve seen us earlier. She’d come in her shorts.”

The thought rouses me a bit. “Those sexy tight nylon ones with the permanent camel toe? Wouldn’t that be something?”

“Oh, she’s definitely into little girls. Do you fancy her, then?”

“I did, but then Mum and I got into stuff and you came along and stole my heart. I still think she’s attractive, though.”

“Attractive or sexy?” she asks.

I ponder the question. “Definitely sexy. Not as hot as Mum, though. Why do you ask?”

She pauses. “I know this sounds weird, but I think that I might just give Miss Jackson a hint that I’m interested, and see what happens, y’know?”

I try to picture it, the thirty-something gym teacher with the thin body and short hair, almost a poster girl for dykes, making a move on my thirteen-year-old girlfriend.

It’s intriguing. Today’s events seem to have loosened Audrey’s inhibitions and let her inner lesbian run wild. And why only Audrey? I like Miss Jackson, too! Maybe we could both hit on our teacher, get her into a hot threesome.

I sit up in bed, suddenly excited again. “Let’s both do it — attack her from two sides, so to speak. We can use some sexy moves on her, like some of those girls in Gran’s picture collection. When’s your next P.E. class?”

“Tomorrow, as it happens. Last period.”

“That’s perfect. Hang back when it’s over and try to get alone with her, then I’ll join you.”

Audrey is practically bouncing in the bed. “That sounds awesome. Oh, Misty… I love you, you dirty little girl!”

I beam at the compliment, then lie back and fall asleep in seconds.

On to Part Five!