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A Mother’s Plea, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 28, 2020 at 2:27 pm

by 3 Fingers Neat

“Hi, Mom,” I answered, clutching the phone so I wouldn’t drop it, trying to sound less dazed than I actually was.

It was 6 AM on Sunday, and I was nowhere near ready to be awake. Jenny, the girls’ PE instructor at Spiritview Elementary, had joined me for dinner to celebrate our coming week off for Thanksgiving. Dinner turned into a long evening of wine, which turned into waking up next to Jenny the following morning. When I heard Mom’s ringtone, I jumped out of bed, snatched it from the dresser, and sprinted into the living room, so I could talk to Mom without waking Jenny. I knew it had to be her – only my mother would have dared to call me at that ungodly hour.

I flicked Accept Call, then said, “Hi, Mom.”

“Good morning, Kimmer. Sorry to be calling so early.”

“It’s okay, Mom. I was already awake,” I fibbed. “What’s up?“

“Nan took a spill last night. Dad just called from the hospital to tell us she fractured her hip. He asked if we can come down and help him take care of her when she gets home. Your father and I were able to get a flight out to Phoenix this morning. We’ll be in Fountain Hills late this afternoon, just in time to meet them at the house.”

“Oh, Mom. Is she okay?” Nan is my 82-year-old tough-as-nails grandmother. I suspected that the most difficult thing they’d have to face would be keeping her in bed long enough to recuperate.

“It’s not serious, but at her age, you can’t be too careful, I suppose. You know Nan, though. When I was talking to Dad, she grabbed the phone and told me she doesn’t know what all the fuss is about. I do know that he can’t take care of her on his own.”

“He’s never been able to keep up with her. It’s good you’re going. If it was left up to Grandpa to do the cooking, they’d both starve.”

“He’s not that bad a cook. He makes great pancakes,” Mom quipped.

“He does, but that’s all he can make.” We both chuckled at the truth of that statement. “After a week of that, fractured hip or not, Nan will be up doing it herself.”

“Very likely. So, Kimmer, can you come out and stay at the house until we get back? Your father doesn’t want to be gone without someone here to keep an eye on things.”

“Sure, Mom. Wow, I guess that means we won’t be having Thanksgiving this year.”

“Oh, honey. I’m sorry. I hadn’t even thought about that!”

“Don’t worry, Mom. I have friends who’ll take pity on me. Of course, I’ll have to do some research to find out which of them make their own cranberry sauce. You know I won’t eat it if it comes from a can. Yuck!”

“Listen, hon, I’ve got a better idea. I bought everything for dinner yesterday. Why don’t you invite some friends over and be a host instead of a guest?”

Mulling over the idea, I decided that she was right. I knew that when Mom said she’d bought everything, she meant it, with more than a few bottles of very good wine included on the shopping list.

“Sounds like a plan, Mom. I’ll get dressed now and be out to the house by noon. Have a great trip and tell everyone hello for me, with extra hugs and kisses for Nan and Pop.”

“We’ll text when we land, then call you when we get to the house.”

“Thanks, Mom. Enjoy the flight.”

When I hung up, it hit me that if I was staying at Mom and Dad’s, I wouldn’t be able to go away for that hot weekend with eleven-year-old Chelsea. “Damn!” I hissed in frustration.

I started dialing Karen’s cell to tell her the change in plans, that I’d have to cancel my little vacation with her daughter. Thankfully, I quickly realized it was still dark outside — much too early to call. It was Sunday morning and I had nowhere to be but back in bed with Jenny. As I padded naked through the house, I wondered how she’d react to waking up with my face between her legs.

It turned out that rousing Jenny by French kissing her pussy was a hit. We finally got out of bed after a long session of fingers, tongues, and, on a dare, a rather large silicon strap-on, a gag gift from my girlfriends in college, still in the package it came in. When Jenny saw it at the bottom of my toy chest, she said, “Bet I could handle that.”

I fired back, “I dare you to try.”

She grabbed the package and ripped it open, licked the length of the huge toy, then handed it to me, murmuring, “Fuck me, lover.”

As I strapped on the large appendage Jenny stretched out on the bed, pulling her knees back to her chest. I was mesmerized as she inserted two fingers in each side of her cunt, stretching herself open to accept the girth of the cock. She was already dripping wet, so I placed the tip of the tool between her lips and slowly pushed my way inside.

True to her word, Jenny took every inch of the massive toy. I loved the feeling of her arms and legs wrapped around my back as I withdrew the huge cock almost entirely out of her vagina before forcefully pushing it back in. On every downstroke she moaned how good it felt, begging me to fuck her harder, harder! I was more than happy to oblige, driving Jenny to a huge orgasm that had her screaming my name to the ceiling. After that, we both fell asleep again.

After a long shower and a late breakfast, we got dressed, exchanged goodbye kisses, and I walked Jenny to the door. But just before she could leave, I grabbed her ass and drew her to me. Our vulvas ground together through our clothes, and I found myself wanting one more taste. I slowly kissed my way down her neck as I unzipped her skirt, letting it drop it to the floor.

“Kim, are you kidding me? Again?”

“Babe, I can’t get enough of you,” I said as I pushed her against the wall. Getting down on my knees, I shoved her legs apart, and she guided my face to her panty-covered pussy. I covered Jenny’s mound with my lips, already tasting her juices as I sucked her folds through the light cotton material.

Soon, Jenny had both hands tangled in my hair as she rotated her hips forward to fuck my face. Within minutes, I felt her tense as she came. My reward was a mouth filled with more of her sweet cream, filtered through a very wet pair of panties.

I sat back and grinned up at Jenny. “Yum.”

“You insatiable bitch,” she said, laughing. “Now I’ve got to swing by home and put on fresh underwear. These are wrecked for the day.”

“C’mon, it was worth it,” I said, pulling her skirt back up and fastening it. The kiss Jenny gave me made it clear that she agreed.

I waved at Jenny as she drove away, then remembered that I needed to call Karen. Still savoring the taste of pussy on my lips, I grabbed my phone and dialed her up.

“Hello?”

“Karen, it’s Kim. How’s your Sunday?”

“Hey, Kim. We just got back from brunch at Salish Lodge. The falls were spectacular today.” Salish Lodge is a hotel that sits atop a cliff next to Snoqualmie Falls, about 25 miles east of Seattle. It’s one of my favorite places to go for brunch.

“I’d say I’m jealous, but I had a wonderful evening last night. It was so good it just ended a few minutes ago.” Karen knew of my propensity for sharing my bed with other women, having recently enjoyed my company the prior weekend. That meeting started as a discussion about her request that I make love to Chelsea, her eleven-year-old daughter. We did have the discussion and plans had been set to make that request a reality, then the evening found the two of us making love on Chelsea’s bed.

“Oooh! That sounds like fun. Anyone, I know? Wait, don’t tell me. I’ll bet it was Jenny, that cute brunette I’ve seen you with.”

“None other. We had a great time. Hey, I’m calling with some bad news. My grandmother took a spill last night, and my parents are flying to Phoenix today so they can stay with her until she’s up and around. Mom and Dad need me to house sit while they’re gone. I’m afraid that means that the weekend with Chelsea isn’t going to work out.”

“Kim, I’m so sorry to hear about your grandmother. I hope she gets better soon.”

“Thanks, Karen. She’s a tough nut. I don’t think this will keep her down for long. It’s really too bad about next weekend, though. You know how much I was looking forward to spending it with Chelsea. Can you get out of the hotel reservation?”

“Kim, I can cancel the reservation, no problem, but I don’t think the weekend with Chelsea needs to be scratched.”

“Have you got an idea, then? Because I would love to find a way to make it work.”

“I told Jim that Chelsea would be staying with her friend Emily while we’re away, but last night we found out Emily’s little brother is down with the flu. Jim heard the news when I did, and he said Chelsea would have to go along with us, then. He was really disappointed because he knows we need this weekend away. So I took a chance and mentioned that you might be willing to watch Chelsea. He was a little surprised but said he didn’t have a problem with it. He knows how well you two get along. So, if you’re okay with it, why not just have Chelsea stay with you at your parent’s place next weekend?”

By then, I was grinning from ear to ear. “Karen, that’s a great idea. We’ll have the whole house to ourselves. It’s up in Snohomish County and is very secluded. Chelsea will love it. We even have room to kick a soccer ball around. I’ll be at my parent’s starting tonight, but I can drive back into town and pick her up on Friday morning. Would nine in the morning be too early to come by?”

“No, it’s perfect. It’ll get us on the road that much earlier. I’ll have Chelsea all packed up and ready to go.” She lowered her voice to a murmur. “Remember, Kim, I really want this to happen between you two. Show my little girl how wonderful it is to be with a woman.”

***

I woke up early on Friday, long before the alarm clock was set to go off. Cleaning up after hosting Thanksgiving dinner for three couples and Jenny had me in bed by 9 PM. I woke up rested, refreshed and more than a little anxious about my weekend with Chelsea.

Earlier in the week, I made the decision that I wasn’t going to force anything with Chelsea. Sure, her mom had asked me to introduce her to lesbian sex, and there was nothing I wanted more. The thing was, that little minx had stolen my heart, leaving me head-over-heels in love with her. I knew I couldn’t do anything that would frighten Chelsea, or make her upset. If the circumstances were right and she was willing, then it would happen. If not, then it was going to be a great girl’s weekend of pizza, movies, long walks and friendly talks.

Jim was loading the car when I arrived to pick up Chelsea. I saw what I assumed to be his leather weekend bag and two large suitcases that clearly weren’t his. When I got out of my car, the first thing I said was, “Can I assume that one of you doesn’t know how to pack for a weekend getaway?”

Jim snickered. “It’s a lot worse when we go away for a week or more. She took three bags on our last trip to Kauai and ended up wearing two swimsuits, two pairs of shorts, a few blouses, a couple of pairs of sandals and one dress. She could have fit it all in a backpack. But, no, she took three full-sized suitcases.”

“We girls like to have options, Jim.”

“Oh, I know. I love to tease her about it. It’s been our running joke for years. Say, thanks a million for keeping Chelsea company this weekend. She’s really excited to hang out with you somewhere besides at school. Or, maybe she just wants a vacation away from the parental units. She’s getting to that age, y’know. We’re not cool enough for her anymore.”

“Oh, Jim, I don’t think that’s the case at all. You should hear her talking about you and Karen at school. She never has a negative thing to say… unlike some of the other kids.” Actually, Chelsea didn’t talk that much about her parents, but their relationship seemed a solid one, enough to excuse my little white lie.

That’s good to hear. So I hear you’re staying at your parents’ place, out near Woodinville? Karen was telling me about it. Sounds nice. Anyhow, if you have any problems, give us a call.”

“I will. I’m sure we’ll be fine, though. Chelsea’s the most self-contained kid I know. It’ll be just like spending the weekend with one of my good friends.”

“Ms. Johnson! You’re here!” Chelsea screamed as she ran towards me, her arms spread wide for a big hug.

“Hi, Chels,” I said as she squeezed me. When she let me go, I placed both hands on her shoulders, stepping back to get a good look at her. “Oh, my, you look beautiful. I love that blouse, and the jacket is a perfect match. Did someone go shopping this week, then?”

She couldn’t stop grinning. “Mom took me. She said I needed some nice clothes if I was going to be spending the weekend with you.”

I glanced up to see Karen watching us. She motioned for me to come inside. I turned to Chelsea and said, “I think your mom wants to talk to me. Be right back.” I hastened indoors as Jim grabbed his daughter’s bag and took it to my car.

Karen led me inside and upstairs to Chelsea’s room. We could hear Jim’s voice, so we were safe for the time being. Karen pulled me close. She parted her lips to speak, but I immediately stopped her.

“Karen, I know what you’re going to say. You want me to promise to tell you everything that happens this weekend. I understand how much you want to be a part of this. I also know how much you want to be the one making love to Chelsea. I get that.

“What you need to know is I love your daughter. I love her as much as I have ever loved anyone, and I won’t do anything that will hurt her. If she doesn’t want to do the things I want to do, then I won’t push it and we’ll have a fun girl’s weekend. Oh, and if we do end up going to bed together, I’ll let her set the pace. When the weekend’s over and I know how Chelsea feels about what did or didn’t happen, you and I will talk. I can’t promise you I’ll tell you everything because I need to know how that will affect her first.”

Reaching out, Karen took my hands in hers. “I wasn’t worried, Kim. This wouldn’t be happening if I thought for an instant that you would do anything to hurt my little girl. And, you’re right. I love her so much and wish with all my heart that…” She paused. “Kim, I’d give anything to be going with the two of you.” With a smile, she said, “Thinking of you and Chelsea lying naked in each other’s arms… well, it’s getting me incredibly hot and bothered. I only hope Jim is ready for me to fuck him silly.” She kissed me on the cheek, brought her lips to my ear and whispered, “I hope you get everything you want this weekend. And, if you decide it’s the right thing to do, I would like to hear all about it. Perhaps one day, we can find some alone time and you can do to me everything you do to her.”

“I like the sound of that,” I said and kissed her lips.

Suddenly Karen looked at me, all business. “Okay, you have our cell numbers. We’ll be staying at Suncadia Resort and we can be back in a couple of hours if need be. By the way, I took Chelsea shopping this week. I told her that if she was going to have a sleepover with you then she needed some nicer clothes. We got a couple of new outfits, some really cute underthings, and a pair of pajamas, but I suspect she’ll want to spend the night in her new undies. Chelsea mentioned more than once that she hoped you liked what we picked out.” She laughed, “At the age of eleven, she’s dressing for another woman.”

“Mo-om!” Chelsea yelled from the hall. “Where are you?” She turned the corner into her room, coming to a dead halt as she saw the two of us with our arms around each other. “Uhm… what are you guys doing?”

Karen quickly responded, going over to Chelsea and kneeling down so she was at eye level with her little girl. “Nothing, kiddo. I had a few things I wanted to make sure that Kim knew about before you leave. Where we’re going to be, how to get hold of us. That sort of stuff.”

Chelsea looked at me over her mother’s shoulder. I knew she’d seen us hugging, and wasn’t fooled one bit by her mother’s explanation. My smart little friend would definitely be asking about this later.

After many goodbye hugs, we were on the road. It was an hour’s drive to my parent’s house so I stopped at Starbucks to fuel up. We popped into the store to place our orders at the counter. I got a Grande Vanilla Latte and Chelsea opted for a London Fog.

Once we’d climbed back into the car and pulled the doors shut, I took Chelsea’s hand in mine, deciding the time was right to discuss our weekend together. “Chels, what you and I are having here is a girl’s getaway. For the next three days, I’m your friend Kim, not Ms. Johnson. I’m not your teacher, and I’m not a friend of your parents. We have nowhere we need to be and nothing we have to do this weekend. I didn’t give you any homework to do, so we’re completely free to enjoy each other’s company. We can eat what we want, wear what we want, stay up as late as we want, watch whatever we want, and talk about anything you want to talk about. Nothing is off-limits. We’re free to be our real selves! How does that sound?”

“I like that… Kim. No limits? We can do anything? Really?”

I could see the wheels turning in my little love’s head. “Anything,” I replied.

When I’d planned this talk, I hadn’t been able to imagine how Chelsea would react. Now, in the moment, I saw her wrestling with the implications of what I shared with her. What would her response be to what I was about to say?

Pulse racing, heart in my throat, I soldiered on. “Chelsea, there’s something else I need to tell you. It’s very important you know this, and I’m very nervous admitting it, so please hear me out before you say anything.”

I paused, waiting for a signal of her approval. At her nod, I continued.

“Chelsea, I… I love you. I love everything about you. You’ve always been kind to me, always there with a smile when I’m feeling down. I’m in awe of your confidence, how loyal you are to your friends. You’re intelligent, one of the brightest pupils I’ve ever had. And oh my God, you are so incredibly beautiful. The sight of that pretty face makes me feel all mixed up inside. You’re my best friend in this entire world, and I love you with all my heart.”

Just as I got the last word out, Chelsea blurted, “Oh, Ms. Johnson, I mean Kim… I love you, too! I’ve loved you ever since that first time we met. You always make me feel so smart and special, and… and… I just love you!” By then, she was so filled with emotion that tears were rolling down her sweet little face.

I cupped her face, gently brushing the tears away. “My angel,” I whispered.

Chelsea stared up at me, her eyes filled with hope. “Does this mean I’m, um, your girlfriend?”

“I am yours and you are mine, my love,” I replied, my own tears starting to flow. We leaned toward each other and hugged as best we could in the small car. I buried my face in Chelsea’s neck, taking in the smell of her warm skin and the flowery scent of her shampoo, kissing that tender spot just below her ear.

Finally, we drifted apart, exchanging shy smiles, then I gave her nose a playful tweak. “Okay, little one. We need to hit the road. We’ve got a bit of a drive to our weekend getaway. You’re in charge of music and snacks. There’s a bag of goodies right behind the console. Are you ready to fly?”

“Let’s go!” Chelsea said – emphatically pointing forward before she remembered that we were in a parking spot. She giggled. “After we back up, that is.”

Chelsea rocked the songs all the way to our destination. She hooked up her phone to the car sound system and played favorites from her Spotify account. We bounced from country to rap, from classic rock to Disney tunes. Every song was a singer and we sang and danced in our seats the entire trip.

Arriving at the house, we grabbed our bags and went inside. We dumped our stuff in my old quarters, then I led the way to the master bedroom. “Here we are!” I exclaimed.

“Oooohh, it’s nice,”.Chelsea said, looking around. She seemed to take it for granted that we’d be sharing a bed. Good sign, I thought.

I briskly rubbed my hands together. “So, Chels, are you hungry?”

“I could eat something, yeah. I had, like, a muffin this morning. Kim… mmm, I like calling you that… where’s the bathroom?”

“It’s right down that hall. Do you need me to come help you?”

“I think I can handle that on my own,” she giggled.

When I heard the bathroom door close, I allowed myself to relax, leaning back against the counter. I took a moment to think through everything that had happened. Chelsea and I had taken our friendship to the next level. But would she be willing to go further?

When she returned to the kitchen, I was waiting with open arms. “I love you, Chelsea,” I reminded her, and we embraced. When she looked up at me, I took her face in both hands and slowly brought my mouth to hers. She met me halfway.

Our kiss was tentative at first but slowly grew more heated as she parted her lips to allow my tongue into her waiting mouth. As our tongues danced together, she hesitantly placed both hands on my belly, barely touching the bottoms of my breasts. I could tell that she wanted more but was too shy to go for it.

I gently broke away from our kiss and looked down at her with a little smile.

“You want to touch my breasts, don’t you?” She blushed but managed to nod. “It’s okay. You’re my girlfriend now. You can, if you want.” She was too surprised to respond, so I added, “Would you like to see them first? If you do, you need to tell me. I’ll undress for you, but first I need to know that you want me to.”

Chelsea looked up at me and quietly said, “You really meant it, when you said we could be girlfriends?”

“Chels, I’ll never tell you anything that isn’t true. I meant what I said with all my heart. I love you, and I want to make you happy. So… would you like to see them?”

The smile she gave me then could have outshone the morning sky. “Yes, please.”

I raised my sweatshirt to reveal my favorite lavender cotton bra. My stiffened nipples were clearly visible through the soft material of each small cup. Reaching behind, I carefully undid the clasp – then, getting an interesting idea, lowered my hands. “Would you like to take it off for me?” I said.

Chelsea reached up to take hold of the straps, then slowly drew the bra away from my body. Her gaze never shifted from my bare upper half as she let the bra fall to the counter.

I watched as she took a deep, calming breath, then placed both hands on my breasts. When she looked at me for approval, I nodded, then moaned as she gave them an experimental squeeze.

“Do you like them?” I said.

“Yes,” she breathed. “They’re… wow, they’re perfect. They’re a lot like my mom’s. Your nipples are really pointy. Oh, Kim, I love them.”

Oho, I thought. Sounds like she’s more than a little interested in her mother’s tits. “If you want to help me feel really, really good, play with my nipples. I like that a lot.”

Chelsea seemed to fall into a trance as she toyed with the tips of my breasts, lightly pinching them.

“Try rolling them between your index fingers and thumbs… you’ll feel them get even harder.” My apt young student quickly mastered this new technique and soon had me panting with pleasure. “Oh, sweetheart, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

I could feel electricity simmering through me, steadily rising as my angel lavished attention on my nipples. But I knew that if I let her continue, she would make me come… and I wanted our first time together to be all about Chelsea.

I quickly placed my hands atop hers pressing them against my breasts. “Oh, my! Chelsea, that was wonderful. I can’t believe how good it felt. Will you let me show you how nice it can be?” Chelsea gave me a bashful little nod, so I reversed our positions, lifted her by the waist and deposited the giggling girl on the counter.

“Lift your arms, little one,” I said, grasping the hem of Chelsea’s sweater. Her young body was slowly revealed to me as I tugged the sweater up and over her head. She was taut and lithe, with flawless skin that begged to be caressed. Her long blonde hair made a beautiful mess as it fell from the sweater and over her face, those tawny locks all but glowing in the late morning light. “Are you under there?” I joked, using both hands to caress the hair from her face. The reveal exposed a youthful face that was both expectant and aglow with passion.

I slid my hands down Chelsea’s neck and shoulders, letting them come to rest on the sides of her chest. Her training bra was a pale pink cotton with a subtle floral pattern that was sketched in faded seafoam green outlines. Our eyes met in anticipation of the next movement or word, each caught in the other’s spell. We both breathed a sigh when I used my thumbs to lightly brush over the soft cotton fabric that concealed my darling’s nipples. With the lightest of touches, I rubbed the thin fabric, feeling the tips stiffen with each stroke. I watched Chelsea’s eyes drifting shut as her head tilted back and her breathing deepened. I could feel this precious child’s love, warming the very room, moving me to the brink of joyous tears.

“Chelsea, may I remove your bra?” I asked as I continued to tease her nipples into hard nubs.

“Yes,” she moaned in a sultry tone that belied her youth.

Reaching around to unhook the catch brought my face very close to her breasts. That was when I caught a hint of the same perfume Chelsea’s mother wore. I still recalled the fragrance from when Karen and I had made love.

An eleven-year-old girl would need guidance to know how to wear such a scent. Choosing the fragrance, knowing where to apply it and the amount to use for maximum effect, that was the knowledge of a seasoned seductress, not a child.

“Sweetheart, I love your perfume. Did your mother help you pick it out?”

Chelsea looked at me, then slowly nodded. “Mom said you’d like it if I wore just a little bit, here and here,” pointing to each of her budding breasts. “She put it on for me, so I’d know how to do it next time.”

I allowed my fingers to glide across the cups of her bra. “Did you like it when your mother touched your nipples?”

Chelsea gave me a nervous look. “Um, yeah.”

I unsnapped the clasp of the bra and slipped it down Chelsea’s arms, baring her breasts. They were just beginning to blossom in perfect proportion to her petite frame, capped with small pink nipples.

Stunned at the beauty of my young lover, my staring must have made her impatient. Without a word, she brought a hand to my head and lightly stroked my hair. As her fingers curved around the back of my head, she applied the slightest hint of pressure, wishing my head forward. I submitted without a murmur, letting Chelsea guide me where she wanted.

My lips parted slightly as they grazed her left nipple and I extended my tongue, letting it glide slowly over the tip. I could feel it harden even more, responding to my licking, begging to be taken between my lips and sucked. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she involuntarily arched her chest.

So she likes that, I thought. I licked circles around the tiny areola without touching the swollen tip. I knew her nipples were on fire, wanting to be sucked, because that’s exactly how mine felt – so hard they hurt, puffy and swollen, aching for the touch of a warm mouth.

I pressed my lips against her chest and sucked her nipple between them. She gasped, a hard shiver surging through her slender form. I released it for an instant, then sucked her nipple back into my mouth again. A soft moan escaped her lips.

“Ms. Johnson, that feels s-so good,” my little lover said, responding from habit.

I switched to her right nipple, giving it the same focused attention. Chelsea’s hands were tangled in my hair, clutching me to her, as if she was afraid I might stop. Her breathing had become a pleading whimper, begging me without words to continue.

I knew that this was exactly where I wanted to be. This was the love that I had longed for my entire life. And with every kiss, I felt that love grow for my beautiful little girl.

“Chelsea?” I asked as I raised my face to hers. “May I take off your jeans?” The gleam in her eyes as she nodded told me she knew exactly what my question meant. Before I even had to ask, she placed both hands on the counter and lifted her hips. I quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them past her hips, revealing a tiny pair of pale pink cotton panties that matched her bra. Karen got those for her, I told myself.

Realizing that her shoes had to come off before I could fully undress her, I knelt to unlace Chelsea’s white Chuck Taylor All-Stars.

“Kim?” she whispered as I tugged one sneaker off, then the other. She hadn’t bothered with socks.

“Hmmm?” The jeans now ringed Chelsea’s ankles. I slipped them over her feet.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.” I stood up, took the nearly naked child into my arms and gave her a long, luscious kiss, then let our foreheads touch. “Are you sure about this? Do you want me to keep going?”

That sweet smile of hers nearly undid me. “Yes, Kim. I want this more than anything.”

“So do I, little one. So do I.”

Chelsea laid back on the cool tile countertop., then I took hold of the waistband of her pretty panties, paused for a deep breath, and slid them down and off. Unable to resist the impulse, I pressed those warm undies to my face, drinking in the child’s lovely scent.

“Wow,” Chelsea breathed, staring at me. I took one last sniff, placed her panties next to the matching bra, then turned my full attention to a very nude eleven-year-old girl.

I had played and replayed this scene in my head for many months. Dreams of this moment, my most vivid fantasy, had fueled countless hours of masturbation. Chelsea’s legs were slightly parted, allowing me the briefest glimpse of her pussy; smooth, pink and perfect. What my fantasy couldn’t capture was the aroma of my angel’s excitement. It was unmistakably feminine and powerfully sensual. I leaned down and breathed in her essence, feeling its warmth flow through my entire body. Never in my life had I been so utterly thrilled by a mere fragrance.

Lifting Chelsea’s legs, I grasped them behind her knees, slowly pressing my lover’s thighs back until they touched her chest. “Hold your legs,” I told her. She wrapped both arms around them, and I bent to take a close look at her sex.

My senses were rocked as I watched Chelsea’s cunt slowly open, the wet lips separating to reveal the juicy interior of the vagina.

I feasted on the sight of the pink innocence displayed in front of me. Moist and puffy, her pussy seemed to invite me to taste its sweetness. I watched in awe as a drop of my little girl’s nectar trickled out of her hole and down to her rosebud. Unable to wait any longer, I leaned down and licked her tight hole, letting the taste explode on my tongue, savoring its tart flavor.

I licked my young lover again, this time from her asshole to her clit, the very same way I’d had licked her mother a few weeks ago. Chelsea reacted with a long moan, then gasped, “Oh! Oh my gosh, Kim!”

Over and over again, I bathed her openings with those long, loving licks. With every swipe of my tongue, Chelsea shivered, those tremors growing in strength until she was shaking from head to toe, still clutching both her knees to her chest. Each time I licked her clit, that spark got stronger and stronger until, as if she’d been hit by an electric shock, I felt every muscle in her body begin to spasm.

I continued to pleasure Chelsea as long as I could maintain contact while her body jolted and jerked. Her cries filled my parent’s kitchen and echoed through the house. When I knew she was nearing the peak, I covered her entire pussy and sucked it into my mouth, feasting on my girl’s sweet essence, letting it flow down my throat like warm honey.

I raised my face from between Chelsea’s thighs and stood up straight up, watching my young lover uncurl on the counter top like a dozing kitten. Her eyes were closed, her face glowing with bliss.

Picking up Chelsea, I hugged her to me. She lifted her face to mine and we kissed, sharing her juices as she licked them from my lips. Cradling her in my arms, I carried her through the house to my old bedroom. I gently laid her down on the bed, then stretched out alongside. She nestled into me, and we cuddled together.

“Did you like that?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, yes, very much,” she responded with a smile. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“I loved being able to do that for you.”

“It was wonderful. Thank you.” Chelsea looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then asked, “Does my mom have orgasms as good as that?”

That confused me at first, but then I realized what Chelsea was trying to say – that she knew about her mother and me. “Well, I did promise to never lie to you. So, yes, your mother has great orgasms. Almost as good as yours.”

She grinned. “I figured you and her had sex on my bed the night you came over to the house. There was a damp place on my comforter, and I could smell both of you.”

“So, then… it’s okay that I had sex with your mother?”

“Oh, sure. You made her happy. I can tell by how she talks about you. She likes you a lot.” Then Chelsea got quiet and looked away for a brief moment. “Kim, there’s something I kinda need to tell you, but it’s a big secret. You won’t tell it to anyone, right?”

“Of course not, Chelsea. I would never break a confidence with you. What is it, little one?”

Chelsea hesitated, and her eyes started to glisten with tears. “I… I love my mom. Is that bad?”

I didn’t understand, not at first. “No, silly. Of course you love your mom.”

“But is it okay to, to love her the same way I love you? I mean… sometimes, I want to kiss her. Really kiss her, the way you and I do.”

If I hadn’t known Chelsea like I did, I might have been more surprised than I was. But I’d seen the lingering hugs between them, the adoration in Chelsea’s eyes. It hadn’t occurred to me until then that she might want her mother as a lover. Now, I couldn’t believe I’d failed to pick up on what now seemed so obvious.

“Chelsea, lots of people wouldn’t agree with me, but I don’t think it’s wrong for you to want your mother that way. When did you start having those feelings?”

“I guess it was right after this school year started, when I’d come home and tell Mom about how my day was. We’d curl up on the couch and I’d talk about your class and how much fun I was having. It was nice, being close to her like that. She strokes my hair, touches my back, my legs and tummy, and gives me little kisses. I already knew I was in love with you, Kim… but then I was kind of also in love with her, too.”

“It sounds like you have a very close relationship, and you’d like it to be even closer. Do you want her to make love to you, the way I just did?”

She was nibbling her lower lip. “Is it bad for me to feel like that?”

“No, Chelsea, I don’t think so. Have you ever tried to let your mom know how you feel?”

She blushed. “Well… sometimes, if my dad’s not there, I go around in just my underpants, and I leave the door open when I’m taking a shower or getting undressed. And a couple of times, I — I took off all my clothes, lay down and touched myself, when I thought she might walk past my room and see.”

Hearing this had my pulse racing. “Did it work, do you think?”

“Um, maybe? She never tells me to get dressed… and she is looking, I can tell. But I don’t know if she loves me the way I love her.” She sighed.

I weighed my options, then made a decision. Karen would have a full-on meltdown if she knew what I was about to tell her daughter, but it had to be said. “Chelsea, I have a little secret to tell you, too. Will you promise not to share it with anyone, especially your mom?”

“Of course. I can keep a secret.”

“Chelsea, I know for a fact that your mother wants you that way. Would you be surprised if I told you that she set up this weekend so you and I could have sex?”

For a few heartbeats, all she could do was gape at me. Finally, she managed to exclaim, “What? Really? She did?”

“Sweetheart, didn’t you wonder why she helped you pick out clothes for the weekend? Why she bought you such pretty new underwear? Why she put perfume on your nipples? Your mother worked very hard to make this weekend perfect for both of us. She set this all up because she wanted me to be your first lover.” I allowed my hand to drift between Chelsea’s thighs, teasing her cunt with a finger. “If you like, we can work out a way to make her your second lover.”

“Wow.” She lay back, a dreamy cast to her eyes. “That… that would be so cool.”

“Now, my darling one, we have an entire weekend to continue what we’ve started. Want to fool around some more?”

I never heard Chelsea’s answer because she launched herself into motion, landing on top of me, kissing me over and over.

On to Chapter Four!

 

Hidden in the Snow, Chapter 1

  • Posted on May 23, 2020 at 3:41 pm

by funtoppings

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in April 2014 }

“Hey, honey, did you girls fall asleep back there?”

Julie’s brain was clicking on and off, constantly switching between the darkness of sleep and the vivid lights of reality. She heard her mother’s voice reaching out to her in the background, but it sounded far away and faint, like the sleepy sound of waves breaking on the beach. Last thing she remembered was pulling out of the airport, her head resting against the car window, watching incoming and outgoing flights. And then her eyes just closed. She always enjoyed the soothing sensation that came with sleeping inside a moving vehicle: the icy glass squeezing against her cheek; the light vibrations absorbed through her temple; the way her teeth and car engine chattered in unison. It was almost orgasmic in a way.

How long have we been driving? Julie wondered dreamily. Ten minutes? An hour? Time and place were still a blur as she slowly detached from the realms of her dreams. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted with the sight of pale blue skies above the faded color of green. They were the colors of winter in Vermont.

“What… did you say something, Mom?” Julie asked with sleep still thick in her voice.

“I asked if you girls were asleep back there,” Debra replied, already knowing the answer was yes, by the sound of her daughter’s weary voice.

Julie slowly tilted her head to the left, her neck giving a soft popping sound as she turned. She saw Bailey, with her knitted ski hat pulled down all the way to the tip of her nose, sleeping next to her. Julie balled her hand into a fist and lightly punched Bailey on the shoulder. It was a soft whack; the kind that would only disrupt the lightest of sleepers. Bailey shrugged her shoulder, but otherwise kept on snoozing.

“Bailey’s asleep,” Julie said dully.

Krystal, the woman sitting at the driver’s seat, looked at the rearview mirror and smiled at the sight of her daughter Bailey, curled up in the back. Well, she was hardly a little girl anymore. After all, they had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday last May. Still, grown-up or not, Bailey was still her Little Hellraiser. Maybe now more than ever.

“How long ’till we get there?” Julie asked impatiently, wriggling her slender pelvis on the car seat while trying to shake that immense feeling of tiresomeness.

“About twenty more minutes or so,” her mom answered. “If we’re lucky.”

“If we’re lucky,” Krystal repeated. It was winter, and even worse, it was tourist season. It was a pretty calm day, weather-wise, so they weren’t expecting any closed roads, but both Debra and Krystal knew that once they reached Stowe the main roads would be clogged with out-of-towners.

Julie shifted her head back to the window. The snow was piling up at the shoulders of the road. The forest was draped with a thick blanket of white, looking like the polished cover of a Christmas poetry book. Birch trees stood erect along the route, frosty and naked of leaves. The skies above, gradually turning silver blue as the morning bled into the early noon hours.

Soon enough we’ll be at the lodge, Julie thought drowsily. No school, no papers, no exams, nothing except complete and utter relaxation. And with her eyes hypnotically mesmerized by the view, she began to sink into another deep sleep.

Making the trip up to Vermont has been a yearly tradition in Julie’s family for over a decade. Her father, back when he was alive, bought a beautiful timeshare unit at Stowe, and every year, usually a couple of weeks before Christmas, they would pack their bags and leave their home in Long Island in favor of the family trip.

Julie still remembers how every year without fail, Dad used to take down his old pair of skis from the attic. He would look at her with that big smile of his, standing tall and proud, telling her how much fun it would be at the slopes, though eventually, he would spend most of his time watching football back at the lodge or going to whatever husband-wife activities her mom signed them into.

Aunt Krystal, her mother’s younger sister, would usually join them on the trip. Krystal was the first of the two sisters to bury her husband. She was only married for three years, and her daughter Bailey was at the precious age of two when her husband was involved in a horrible car accident. Sixteen years had passed and Krystal never remarried.

Five years ago, Debra suffered the same terrible loss, as her own husband, Julie’s dad, suffered a deadly heart attack at the office. Much like her younger sister, Debra also remained a widow.

Julie was twenty-two years old; she recently began her second year at Columbia Law School.

“You’ll be one heck of a lawyer one day, Jules, I just know it,” Debra had told her the day she got the acceptance letter from Columbia. She softly caressed her daughter’s long raven hair, pride beaming out of her eyes. “And then maybe you could help your mom deal with some of these clients better than the brain-dead lawyers I have,” she told her, giggling.

“Don’t think you can afford me, Ma,” Julie fired back with a grin.

Debra pressed her hand over her chest and gasped for hair, acting as if she was hurt, only to burst out with a gale of laughter a second later. She was indeed very proud of her Little Jules, always had been.

The group of four women took an early morning flight from New York to Burlington International Airport in Vermont and from there they rented a Ford SUV, (“The big red one,” as Bailey childishly insisted) to drive it up to the family’s winter lodge in Stowe.

For the most part, it was a casual drive down Interstate 89. Krystal was behind the wheel and Debra was at the passenger seat beside her. The two sisters were mostly talking shop. Krystal was the owner of a large bookstore in Long Island and had recently launched an online version with much success. Debra has inherited her late husband’s real estate agency, where she once served as a founding partner and a secretary. Business-wise, the past five years, with Debra at the helm of the agency, had been some of the most thriving years the agency had ever known.

Every once in awhile Krystal and Debra would cut each other’s sentences and say: “We really shouldn’t talk about work while on vacation,” but that’s what the conversation always seemed to sway back to. In the backseat, the cousins, Julie and Bailey, were both napping, having snow-covered dreams. The girls grew up as close as sisters… and even though the age difference kept them apart a bit as they grew older, there was still a strong and undeniable bond between them.

Once they got up on Route 100, the narrow road began to overflow with cars. Vacationers of all sorts: families, young couples, students. They were all trying to beat the traffic and reach their designated vacation spot. By that point, all four were awake inside the vehicle; it was impossible to sleep with all the people honking at each other.

“Sweet Child O’ Mine,” by Guns N’ Roses blared out of the car radio with its soaring guitar riff intro.

“Oh, I love this song! Volume up, Ma!” Bailey cried out with excitement.

“Here you go,” Krystal inched the volume up a tick. “Sweet Child of Mine, to my sweet child.”

“Ugh. Lame, Mom. Really lame,” Bailey grimaced, then giggled.

Julie looked outside her window and cautiously observed the swarm of cars, trying to picture the life stories of its travelers, a hobby she had picked up from her adolescent years when going on long car-rides such as this.

On the right lane: a blue Sedan, with a family of five. The Man, supporting a thick mustache, maybe twenty-five-years out of date, was stone-faced, even though his three kids at the backseat seemed to be raising all kinds of hell. His wife sat motionless in her seat, fiddling lifelessly with her iPhone, paying no attention to the rambunctious pack at the rear. Julie unpleasantly smiled at the sight. I could see this becoming a great condom commercial, she thought humorously.

Next to them she saw a white Ford Fiesta, with a young couple in it. The young lady rested her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder while the two were waiting for the traffic to die down.

Probably a weekend of hot unadulterated sex waiting for those two, Julie thought. I bet once they reach their lodge they’ll be unzipping each other’s pants, even before the car engine cools off. I sure can’t blame them… 

She thought of Jason, her ex-boyfriend. It had been four months since they separated, and she hadn’t dated anyone since. Schoolwork was keeping her busy enough, so there was never any time to dwell on the fact that she lacked a partner in her life. But it always came down to moments like this, when she saw another young couple and the feeling of envy and deep longing crept up from the bottom of her throat to the side of her jaw.

She missed all the endearing aspects of having a boyfriend, but the thing she missed most of all was the sex, which was quite a surprise for her. She’d never been much of a sex fiend, not like most of the girls she knew at college; she discovered sex later than her friends, and when she did finally do it, it was never exquisitely unique or special. Just the basic stuff. But even that she missed — the basic. It was a feeling of emptiness that crawled from between her thighs and pulsed between her legs; a deep yearning for something hard and stiff, digging inside her and filling that tingling void.

Julie squirmed in her seat just from thinking about it. She pressed her thighs tightly together, ground her teeth and tried to mentally dump a cold bucket of water over her head.

In the background, Axel Rose was still singing about his sweet love, with his screeching, high-pitched voice.

Julie gave the young couple in the white Ford one last, somewhat resentful look.

Enjoy all your wonderful sex and titillating orgasms. That’s one thing I don’t need to be thinking about this weekend. 

***

“So Jules, how’s school going?” Bailey asked with an inquisitive look in her eyes.

The foursome had reached the lodge at 12:15 P.M. Both Bailey and Julie had each grabbed a random suitcase from the trunk of the car, carried it inside the lodge and dropped it on the hardwood floor almost as soon as they entered. And instead of helping their mothers with the rest of the luggage, they decided that crashing on the living room sofa was a much more welcoming choice. Both girls had their feet up on the couch and their arms tossed lifelessly to the sides, looking as exhausted as coal-miners after a long day of laboring in a stifling pit.

“School’s hard work,” Julie said. Her long legs stretched up on the couch. Her eyes were blank, looking at the wood-paneled ceiling. “It’s no cakewalk. But so far I manage.”

Bailey opened her mouth to reply, but then closed it immediately. Her eyes were thoughtful.

In those few moments of silence, Julie was able to survey the lodge. She had a lot of great memories there, enough to fill a few photo albums. She was about eleven years old when she had first come to the lodge. Since then she had been there every winter of her teen years, up until the moment her father passed away. They returned to make use of the place last winter, after a three year hiatus.

What Julie liked most was the peacefulness of the location. The house was buried deep within the secluded, forested area of Mt. Mansfield. By evening they were literally in the shadow of the mountains. The only way of getting to the lodge is by driving down a narrow dirt road lined with dense foliage and surrounded with wild shrubbery. With no other lodges or timeshares in the area, no one used the road except for them. As a child, Julie thought of it as a fairytale house. As an adult, she simply saw it as the perfect escape.

Once you passed the front door to enter the house, the feeling of tranquility and coziness immediately settled in. The interior of the lodge was designed carefully with Old World charm, giving the impression that you were not only miles away from home, but also years away. The floors were aged wood; the walls were honey-colored maple paneling, complete with a rustic finish. The living room was remarkably cozy, with a wood-burning fireplace at its focal point. The four double bedrooms were located on a second deck, easily reached by a small flight of stairs from the main living room.

“Well, you’re smart. I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” Bailey finally said. “Plus, you’re in college, how can you even concentrate with all these good lookin’ boys all over the place?”

Julie smirked and nodded lightly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she told Bailey, not really buying into her own answer.

While there was a plethora of handsome and ambitious young men to choose from at Columbia, Julie also knew that Bailey’s mind depicted a much more optimistic picture of the dating scene. Moreover, since the separation from Jason, Julie had made the conscious decision of putting studying as her main priority. Most of her social life was on hold and her dating life was nonexistent. A lot of people looked at Julie as someone who was a little standoffish. It wasn’t because she was the only girl to skip parties, but she was perhaps the most noticeable one.

Prior to Columbia, Julie had a successful yet short-lived modeling career. One of the photographers described Julie’s looks as mysterious and enchanting, and he was utterly disappointed to find out that Julie decided to pursue her dreams of becoming a lawyer instead of a model. And unlike the rest of her peers, Julie had devoted the bulk of her time in university in actual studying.

“After all, that’s why we’re all here, isn’t it?” she had once told her roommate and best friend, Audra, after declining to go to yet another student-party.

“No, we’re here to snag some boys,” Audra told her with a steady voice. “Besides I’m sick of guys coming up to me, asking: ‘Hey, you’re roommates with that blue-eyed chick, right?'” She said in her best stoner voice. “‘How come we never see her at parties, duuude?'” and then took a drag from an imaginary doobie.

Julie burst out laughing. “These are the boys I’m missing? Potheads?”

“Hey! Today’s potheads are tomorrow’s leaders,” Audra snapped back, sounding almost serious before her laughter gusted out.

A gentle smile played on Julie’s face; not the one in Columbia but the one who was sitting with her cousin in the beautiful and picturesque town of Stowe. As hard as she studied, she still had some fond memories from school.

“How ’bout you, Bai, got any hot boys in your life?” Julie asked her cousin out of genuine interest. It had been much too long since they talked about such matters.

Bailey sat up straight on the couch. Her eyes were wide and very thoughtful.

“There was this boy… we dated for a while, but — you know, nothing too serious. It’s over by now, so… nothing that exciting on my front, I guess.”

Bailey still possessed a childlike quality in her voice, Julie realized. It was almost adorable in a way.

“Well don’t worry, Bai, you’re a beautiful kid. You’ll have no problem finding Mr. Right,” Julie said and shifted upwards on the couch, leaning on her elbows. Then she smirked and added, “Just give the boys a little flash of your tits, and they’ll come flocking in,” She said with a grin, gesturing with her head at the ample swell of Bailey’s breasts.

It was rather noticeable that Bailey had really developed in the last couple of years. Even under her thick turtleneck sweater, Julie could tell. In all honesty, Julie thought, there should be no problem for Bailey to snag a boy, as Audra would put it. Bailey had a cute round face with a pink button nose. Her hair, hazel brown, was long and straight all the way down to the small of her back. Even the way her ass and legs were featured so prominently in those tight jeans was enough proof that her young cousin had matured into an astonishing looking woman, one who would steal more than a few glances from men, if she wasn’t already.

“Screw you,” Bailey retaliated with half a grin and flipped Julie the bird. “You think it’s fun, walking around with these two fuckers?” She cupped her breasts, lifting them up almost to chin-level. When she moved her hands away they fell in a mesmerizing tumble under the thick fabric of her sweater, until eventually settling into the normal position. Julie was wide-eyed; she couldn’t shy away from noticing even if she tried.

“Probably mess up my game at the slopes, too…”  Bailey said in a low voice and looked down accusingly at her chest.

“Puh-leeze… don’t blame your suckiness at skiing on your boobs. Even without them, you got no game.”

“Oh!” Bailey’s mouth hung open in a shocked and rather comical expression. “You’ll eat your words, bitch.”

Debra and Krystal entered the lodge almost on cue. The cousins traded glances with one another in an awkward moment of silence, and then burst out with laughter. Their mothers, each carrying a few heavy bags at each hand, looked at each other perplexed, not sure what joke they’d just missed.

“Well I’m glad to see that at least your laughing muscles are working… and oh-please, don’t get off your sweet little asses and help your dear old moms with the luggage. We can handle it just fine,” Krystal told the girls as she made her way inside.

“We know, that’s why we stayed here,” Bailey drawled, slouching on the couch and throwing an amused look at Julie.

“You see these girls we have,” Krystal looked at her sister Debra, with half a smile, and dropped the heavy bags she was holding on the hardwood floor. “No respect for the parents.”

Debra nodded, but she was smiling.

Julie watched her mom as she stood at the doorway; her body was draped with sunlight, reflecting off the snow that was piled at the threshold of the cabin. Julie thought that her mom looked like a shiny angel at that moment. Debra wore a deep blue sweater-dress over a tight pair of jeans. Her golden hair was twisted into a bun, showcasing her swan-like neck. Julie wondered what she herself would look like in twenty-five years, hoping it would be at least half as good as her mother.

“Hey, honey, open a window or something so we can air out this place, would you?” Debra said, tugging on the neck of her sweater.

“Why? It’s fucking freezing in here, Aunt Deb.”

“Hey, language!” Krystal snapped at Bailey. “Plus, it’s not that cold. We could all use some mountain breeze.”

As Julie got up from the couch she noticed the bags they brought, tossed at the center of the room in a pile. One of them was her Swiss-Gear backpack, casually packed with warm clothes and necessities. She knew her mom brought two more suitcases, yet there were at least five more, so she figured her aunt and cousin brought the others.

“Sure you two brought enough luggage?” she mumbled humorously.

“Yeah, that’s because Mom brought a whole case full of booze,” Bailey said dryly.

A case full? Julie thought.

“You brought a case of liquor?” Her mom spoke out loud, as if she was reading the script in her mind.

Krystal laughed, a little uncomfortably. “Oh, Bailey exaggerates,” she said, flushed. “It’s just a wine bottle or two and a few champagnes for us girls. After all, we are on vacation.”

“You see, Mom? Why can’t you be cool like Aunt Krystal?” Julie said, teasingly.

And Krystal was indeed cool. Her mom would never think about bringing booze to the family trip. Hell, Julie could hardly remember the last time she saw her mother drink. Aunt Krystal bringing alcohol, on the other hand, came as no surprise. She had a much more brazen personality than her mother did, and that had definitely rubbed off on her daughter, who was as cheeky as they come.

Julie watched her aunt as the little guilty smile she wore over her face quickly faded, while she turned her head down and looked a little bit nervously at the pile of bags. It was strange, but for a fragment of a moment, Julie had a notion in her head that her aunt was hiding something more secretive in there. However, she quickly dismissed this idea. After all, it’s just Aunt Krystal, what on earth could she be hiding? 

“All right, all right, we’ll have a toast later on today,” Debra said, “but first let’s put the bags in the rooms, drinks in the freezer, food in the fridge. Come on let’s settle quickly, I want us to reach the slopes before sundown. Oh, and Jules, would you please crack a window before we all suffocate in here?”

An hour and a half later, they were skiing.

***

The cool night fell peacefully over Stowe.

An infinite number of stars stretched all over the dark skies like cold bits of diamonds.

Soft winter breeze whispered silently through tree crowns.

In the distance, the snow was creeping down the mountainsides in bright white stripes.

Inside Julie’s family lodge, the fireplace was burning, making a sequence of crisp crackling sounds. The voices emanating from the living room’s television were only secondary to the delirious laughter and babble of the four vacationers. Half-empty boxes of chocolate were tossed heedlessly all over the floor. Perched on the coffee-table were two open bottles; one of Merlot, the other of champagne.

It was movie night at the lodge. For the last hour the girls were watching a dopey comedy film, which Bailey brought on DVD, even though they all lost interest in actually watching the movie somewhere around the second round of drinks.

Julie looked into her champagne flute, watching the way the bubbles crawled up the side of the glass. She felt the heat from the fireplace tickling the tip of her nose. It seemed to her that no one in the room was particularly drunk, but everyone was in good spirits. Even her mother was on her second, going on a third glass of wine.

Krystal walked back from the fireplace, where she had just tossed a fresh log, and picked up her wine glass from the oval-shaped coffee table. Her dark hair was hanging wild and loose around her face and neck. Bright red lipstick accentuated her rounded lips. She was standing in front of the television, clad in jeans and a powder blue sweater, blocking the screen from everybody’s view. But it was well established that no one was watching the movie anyway. They were all too busy having what the women in Debra’s hair salon fondly called “Girls Talk.”

“So, Julie,” Krystal said, and took a sip from her wine. “What happened eventually with this Jason guy?”

A glass of wine was all it took for Debra to dish out all the juicy dirt on her daughter’s love life. She told Krystal and Bailey about Jason, whom Julie had dated for a period of six months before they broke up.

“I mean, it just didn’t work out, you know,” Julie replied, staring down at the drink in her hand. “We just butted heads way too often. I think when it was time to break up, we both kind of knew it.”

Krystal circled the table and walked over to the bark brown couch, where Julie was sitting. She took a seat right next to her; close enough so their thighs squeezed up against each other. She gave her an affectionate smile and tenderly stroked her hand over her niece’s lap.

“Well, that happens sometimes, sugar. Believe me when I tell you, you’re such a beautiful kid, you’ll find someone in no time. And a good one this time.”

Julie lightly nodded her head. The sweet fragrance from her aunt’s perfume was pleasantly engulfing her.

Bailey, who was sprawled on the couch beside Julie, brought a glass of champagne to her lips, paused, and then emptied it in one draught. She was looking at the TV, trying without success to flow the movie’s baffling plotline.

Krystal removed her hand from Julie’s thigh and placed it on top of her young niece’s head. She softly ran her hand down the length of the long raven hair. She pushed a strand of dark hair from Julie’s forehead and uncovered her brilliant blue eyes. They were almond-shaped slanted eyes, almost catlike. There were plenty of things people liked about Julie’s well-toned and athletic body, but it was always the eyes that people fell in love with.

“You really are beautiful, kid,” Krystal said again in a voice that sounded a lot like a whisper.

Julie, with her vision fixed on a pair of bubbles in her champagne glass, could tell that her aunt was looking intently into her eyes. She tried to avoid reciprocating her with a look in return. She wasn’t sure why, but it felt a little awkward to her. And why is that? she wondered. She certainly had no reason to feel this way.

Debra, sitting on the small mini-sofa next to them, observed them with solicitous eyes. She swirled the wine in her glass, and finished her drink with one big swig.

Julie closed her eyes and took a sip from her near empty glass of champagne. The close presence of her aunt felt strangely intimidating. When she finally spoke her voice gave a low croak.

“I know, Aunt Krystal. I’m none too worried. With all the school work I have to deal with these days, I really don’t concern myself too much about –”

Suddenly there was a weird tiny sound in the background.

“Ohh, fuckin’ shit!” Bailey cried, and cupped a hand over her nose and mouth.

“What was that?” Krystal turned alarmed to Bailey.

There was a hushed moment of silence, before Bailey suddenly laughed herself into hysterics, all the while squeezing and rubbing her nose with both hands.

Julie, Debra and Krystal all looked at each other with a dumb expression on their faces.

“I’m s-sorry I just… I snee-he-he… sneezed and…”  Bailey wiped tears with the heels of her hands as she laughed uncontrollably. “Bubbles… the bubbles… they crawled up m-ma-my nose!” she managed, her face turning red.

“Bubbles up your nose…”  Krystal said with a sigh of relief. “Jesus, Bailey, and I thought -”

Then Julie started laughing. It started as a small school-girl giggle but quickly turned into a full-fledged howl. She clutched her stomach with both hands, as she went off into gales of laughter.

Debra looked at the girls, both at the point of tears, and started chuckling herself. It was a little silly, she thought. Yet, it was impossible to resist. She buried her face under the palm of her hand as she felt her cheeks turning rosy-red, and her laughter getting stronger.

“Oh, you’re laughing too, Deb?” Krystal said, and a smile broke on her face as her laughing muscles began to loosen up.

“Ss-sorry,” Debra covered her mouth and tried to stifle her laughs, but it was a losing battle.

And then Krystal released a hearty chuckle, as if the laughing virus that spread all through the lodge finally reached up to her as well and bit her straight in the funny bone.

Ten minutes later, all four of them were still suffering from a severe case of the giggles.

Above them on the wall, the clock struck midnight, signaling the end of a long and tiresome day that seemed to stretch on forever.

When the movie’s end credits started rolling, it was a good enough sign for Julie to call it a night.

“Well, I’m beat.” She got up from the couch and stretched her arms far above her head, inducing a few crackling sounds from her bones. “I think I’ll turn in.”

“Yeah, I think we all are, honey,” Her mother said, also looking like a person in a dire need for a good night sleep.

Krystal was cleaning up the little mess they’d made, picking up chocolate boxes and candy foils from the floor. She seemed tired as well.

Julie looked at Bailey, already snoozing on the sofa. There was a tiny piece of chocolate crumb on the edge of her lip. They were all scarfing down chocolate bonbons while watching the movie, but Bailey, who was always the sugar junkie, was definitely eating more than the rest.

Julie noticed that Bailey’s cell phone, which Bailey fiddled around with earlier in the night, was placed precariously on top of her heaving breasts; going up and down with each breath she took. Even in her weary state, Julie was still impressed by how large her young cousin’s breasts had become.

I guess that’s the second thing she took from her mother, Julie thought. If the first thing was her brazen personality, then the second thing must be that enormous rack. Her mother also has that one. Her mother… my aunt… who told me how beautiful I was earlier tonight. And why, then, did I find it so strange; after all, she was only trying to make me feel better; that’s what family does. 

Julie shook her head as a large yawn forced itself out of her mouth, making her jaw click. She was done for the night.

“Good night, everybody,” she threw a heavy hand up in the air, and crawled her way up the stairs, and into her bedroom.

Outside, the night was quiet and uneventful; it was the complete antithesis of things to come.

***

When she first opened her eyes, Julie had the type of puzzlement that is typically common when waking in a foreign bedroom.

Then it all came to her an instant — she was in Vermont.

Spit traveled down her dry throat like sawdust. Two tiny hammers were beating on the sides of her temples. It was the fallout of the little drinking binge the girls had before she went to bed.

Although the room was very dark, enough starlight came in through the westward-facing window for Julie to see the foot of the bed, where her backpack was thrown on a small plastic chair. She remembered she kept a water bottle in there, yet when she reached for it she discovered it was empty.

“Oh, shoot,” she muttered in the darkness.

She grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand. It read: 3:05

Oh, wonderful. I barely had two fucking hours of sleep. 

She put her phone back on the nightstand, feeling more parched than ever. It was obvious to her that she needed to get some water before going back to sleep. Feeling heavy, she tossed her thick blanket aside, and replaced the warmness of her bed with the chill of night. She was wearing a black tank top that stretched across her chest and her skimpy pair of shorts. Immediately she felt a cold rush run through her body.

Cautiously she closed the bedroom door behind her.

The light in the hallway was turned on, draping the dark corridor with a dim orange glow.

Debra’s room was the one closest to her. Krystal’s and Bailey’s room were at the far end side of the corridor.

She quietly walked over to the stairwell, hoping not to wake up anybody, when she suddenly came to a halt.

There were audible noises coming out of one of the rooms on the far side. Moving a little closer, she was now positive there were sounds coming out of Bailey’s room.

But listening closely, she realized, they weren’t any sounds. When she did recognize the sounds she was hearing, her heart began to rattle in her chest. It sounded like cries of pleasure, it sounded like the meeting of flesh. It sounded like sex!

Julie frighteningly looked over her shoulder, much like a thief in the night, and made sure no one was watching her. The door of her mother’s bedroom was closed. She then looked further down the hall, to Krystal’s bedroom. Door also closed.

What in the hell? Who in hell she got in there? Her thoughts were frantic. She’s got a boy in her room? Who? She doesn’t know anyone here, does she? 

Julie carefully pressed her right ear against Bailey’s door, trying to get a better read of things. Maybe she was wrong, maybe she wasn’t hearing right. Maybe-

But those were moans she was hearing. Those were Bailey’s moans; the type of moans Julie used to make when she had sex with Jason. Secret moans of pleasure that no one was supposed to hear, except for you and the person you shared that private moment with. And that thought forced her to take a step back from the door.

I should go, I should leave. Go back inside my room, close the door, count my stupid sheep, and go to sleep. I’m not even thirsty anymore. I don’t want to hear it.

She took another step backwards, followed by another two.

She was very close to actually walking away, when she noticed something that sparked a flame inside her head.

The window… 

Between the second and third room (Julie’s room and Bailey’s) there was a small intersection that was about seven feet deep and four feet wide. A small, round, rustic table was placed between the walls to fill in the void. What did grab Julie’s attention was the fact that there seemed to be a small window high above, almost near the ceiling, looking into Bailey’s room.

Most likely the window looking into the adjoining shower-room, she thought.

If there was ever a risky thought, then it was the one crossing through Julie’s mind at that moment.

What if I… looked inside…? 

Spying on her cousin having sex; just the thought of it sounded grotesque in her head. She wasn’t really willing to see it.

The room is probably so dark I won’t see a thing even if I try… 

She looked at the small window again. Then she looked backwards over her shoulder, and then over each side, and then back to the window.

She pulled nervously on the edge of her shirt and contemplated her next move. There was some unexplained eagerness pinching her at the bottom of her toes, drawing her to that narrow alley in the corridor, under that fabled window.

A look. Just a quick look. I’ll see if she is okay, and then I’ll turn away. God, What if she met some stranger at the slopes today? What if it’s someone dangerous? 

As things began to rationalize in her head, Julie quickly found herself standing underneath that small window. It was high, too high to reach from a standing position. Thankfully, that old rustic table was there, and if it’s steady enough, it could give her a nice boost. Julie gave the table a little shake-test; it was old, and dusty, but it looked strong enough to hold her.

She climbed on top of it.

Julie grabbed the small curvy handle, which slides open the window-glass.

The window is looking into Bailey’s shower room. The only way I could look inside the bedroom was if she left the shower-room door open. The chances are too slim. I won’t see anything… 

With a shaky hand, Julie slid open the window. Her face was white and stiff like ivory.

The shower-room door was in fact open, and Julie got a clear view of the inside of the bedroom. There was no darkness to struggle with as a tiny night lamp provided a dim light all over the room. When she finally realized what she was seeing, all the color drained from her body.

It wasn’t a strange man she saw with Bailey, nor was it any other man.

Inside the room, on top of the twin-sized bed; she saw her aunt Krystal on her knees, her body naked and shiny of sweat, with a tight leather harness wrapped around her waist, and a blushing pink dildo attached at the crotch. Her child, Bailey, was under her, on her own hands and knees; her eyes shut, her mouth open. Krystal was rocking her hips and the phallic toy attached to her waist disappeared inside her daughter.

Julie watched the inconceivable act with total disbelief. Her heart hammered inside her chest, her eyes like hot marbles, her legs numb. She closed her eyes shut and turned her head away as if she saw an eclipse. Her wobbly legs almost lost balance on the table, and she had to spread both arms across the side of the walls to keep from falling. Cold sweat poured from her body.

It’s not real… I didn’t see that… no, no, no. it’s impossible. 

Her hand was pressed against the left wall of her chest, trying to keep her heart from bursting out. She took a deep breath, feeling uncontrollable shakes in her body as she inhaled, and turned to the window again.

If this was a dream, then it was a nightmare, and one that wouldn’t end, because inside the room the unfathomable act was still going on.

Krystal had her young and only daughter on her knees, like an animal, as she continually thrust her pelvis back and forth, shoving a big looking rubber cock in and out of her pussy. From time to time Krystal leaned forward and kissed the sweaty back of the young teen; her ample breasts falling on the small of Bailey’s back, her nipples, pink and raw, poking at her daughter’s tight skin.

Bailey balled her hands into two blood-red fists, grinding across her bedsheets. Her teeth nibbling at her pillowcase ferociously, spit foaming up at both sides of her lips. Her face was glowing with pleasure and intensity.

Astonished, Julie watched them with wide eyes. Her breath caught in her lungs, and her trembles grew stronger. She could feel her spine gradually morphing into slick rubber. It was a shocking sight. Obscene. But there were more feelings than just shock washing over her. Oh yes, much more. There was a growing appetite in her crotch that drooled at the sight, even if her brain forbade it from doing so. Some uncontrollable eagerness that swelled in her belly like a hot balloon, which made Julie feel that familiar pleasurable twinge in her pussy. That tingling void.

This is wrong, so wrong. This is… this is… the word was trapped in the deepest folders of her mind, almost refusing to get out. She felt repulsed, even thinking of that criminal word.

Inside the room, Bailey knelt in front of her mother’s spread thighs, giving oral pleasure to the pretend cock. Her mother, much like the most perverted male at a dimly lit brothel, raised her pelvis up and down; making sure her child’s throat accepted every inch of her member. Once the fellatio had ended, Bailey brought her lips to her mother’s and they exchanged a juicy kiss.

Seeing them kiss that way broke Julie’s spirit more than anything. It was the most lascivious act of love she could ever imagine seeing, and it came from the most disturbingly unlikely pair.

Bailey kissed her mother on the neck, licked her way down to her chest, and then settled her mouth on one of her breasts, sucking it. Krystal was moaning, it was clear, and Julie could hear her aunt’s heavy moans in a much more lucid way than she expected or wanted.

“Oh, yes… suck on it, baby… you’re wonderful…”  Krystal cooed.

You shouldn’t be looking at this, Julie. Damn it, walk away! Julie’s mind was at turmoil. She tried to fight it before the mental bruise in her head got any deeper.

“Lick my pussy, baby. You’re killing me here… lick Momma’s pussy!” Krystal cried with lust.

Julie, without notice, was slowly thrusting her hips against the wall. It was that tingle in her pussy that grew the more she saw. She had to relieve it.

Bailey stuffed her face between her mother’s legs. From her angle, Julie couldn’t see every lick and every nibble that Bailey gave her mother. But the story was well-written on Krystal’s face; her cheeks gleaming with lust, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

Bailey’s head bobbed up and down between her mother’s legs, her long hazel hair danced in the air with complete ecstasy.

Julie’s right hand, moving with a will of its own, snuck underneath her dainty panties, and started rubbing on the tender mound of her pussy. She felt her juices creaming over her fingers in an instant and filling the air with a biting fragrance of sex.

Bailey shifted her body and climbed over her mother’s face, sitting on it, riding it, grinding her pussy against the open mouth. Her back arched like a kitten in heat, her head tossed backwards. She was panting with pleasure. Both her gloriously large globes rose up; her erect nipples pointing at the ceiling.

Julie’s hand, tucked under her panties and sandwiched between the wall and her pussy, kept massaging her clit, more vigorously than before. Her eyes were wide, watching her cousin’s incredible bare breasts, which were inexplicably on her mind since day one of the trip.

Keep away from this, Julie! You are watching your aunt… and your cousin! For God’s sake, it’s Bailey! Bailey with her mother… you know what this is… they have a word for it… incest! This is incest!

The word repulsed her. Getting excited from watching it repulsed her. Too many things were happening way too fast. Incest is illegal, Julie; you know that better than anybody and you defiantly don’t need to be in your second year of Law School to know that. 

The women fondled and wrapped around each other, exchanging sweat and fluids. On the bed there was a plethora of different colored toys, only now becoming visible to Julie: Strap-ons, dildos, colorful rubber plugs, some already used, others waiting.

The girls obviously came prepared for a night — maybe nights — of sex.

The luggage! A light bulb clicked in Julie’s head. I knew there were too many bags, too many for such a short vacation. That’s the expression I read on Krystal’s face, she brought a bag full of… full of their toys… her filthy toys… to use on her own daughter.

It was too much for Julie, her eyes have drank too much of this freakish insanity. Unwillingly she detached her hand from her panties; sweet aroma ascending from her fingers. She slid the window shut with a shaky hand, and climbed off the table. Touching the floor, her legs felt wobbly and weak. Her head was spinning, the corridor became tapered and the walls seemed to be melting around here. She went quickly into her bedroom, closed the door behind her and dove under the covers.

Julie stared at the empty darkness of the room with a pallid face and crystal-glazed eyes. Her breath stood frozen in her throat.

“This is insane,” she muttered into the darkness.

The feeling of being unfulfilled still pinched between her slender legs. The raw images of Krystal fucking Bailey still lingered in her head. She was stunned at their act, yet she also envied their pleasure. It was way too long since she has been with a man and felt that type of orgasmic thrill. So busy and wrapped up with her studies, where even a night like this, lying on the bed and tending to her needs became a rarity.

And she was tending to her needs. Her hands, both of them, were eagerly rubbing at her clit. Her breath became heavier as she was reaching the point of orgasm. Inside her head she saw glowing images of her former boyfriend, Jason, his bulging penis working its way inside her.

“Oh, yes,” she bit her bottom lip.

Three fingers inside her now, and the image in her head began to shift. It was not a fleshy veiny cock she felt protruding her pussy, but a pink rubber one, impressive with size. And it was not Jason grunting above her, but the image of her aunt, with her large bouncing breasts, and her cold silvery sweat, circling around her puffy nipples.

Julie quivered, her slender pelvis rotating on the mattress, as she climaxed in the darkness, climaxed to the vision of her aunt doing ungodly acts to her pussy.

Her hands were still rubbing her clit as her body convulsed with post-orgasm aftershocks. The only sound in the room was of her heavy breathing.

She looked outside the window. The stars, glistening high above in the black skies, looked down at Julie. They appeared mean and accusing.

She pressed her head tight against the pillow and hoped to magically fall asleep and somehow wake up with a blank memory.

And in case she’d still remember by morning, she would have to tell. She would have to come forward to her mother with what she had seen. There’s no other way around it, she must approach her mother.

Even thinking of her mother felt strange. That word, mother, it became deformed, its value had changed. Krystal’s vile words echoed in her head. Lick my pussy, baby. Lick Momma’s pussy. That line played in her head over and over again, until Krystal’s voice eventually altered into Debra’s voice. It was a sick transition but an inevitable one as well. The word “momma” just sounded more natural coming from the mouth of her own mother.

What if it was my mother…? she wondered. What if instead of Bailey it would have been me? What if… 

For the next little while she tried to block this idea from her head, fighting this twisted notion as she would fight a rabid wolf trying to sink its diseased teeth into the fabrics of her imagination. Eventually, mental exhaustion put her to sleep.

Tomorrow morning was going to be an awful day for her. She planned to tell her mother everything she had seen, as unrealistic and lewd it may sound. Together they would figure out what was to be done with that repulsive duo — who she once considered her family, but never again.

From now on, her mother was her only family in Stowe.

 On to Chapter Two!

 

Prom Night

  • Posted on May 18, 2020 at 2:46 pm

Author Unknown

Lightly edited by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

(I looked hither and yon for the original source of this story, with zero success. If any of you know, pass it on to us.)

***

When I was sixteen, I was an awkward, plain Jane of a girl. I spent most of my time with my nose in books, huge sweeping fantasy novels by Anne McCaffrey and Robert Jordan. I never dated, and never looked at boys, because boys never looked at me. My hair was brown and plain, stringy with neglect. My eyes were hidden behind huge, coke-bottle glasses. My figure was thin and gangly, and I usually clothed myself in baggy sweatshirts and jeans.

The time for my junior prom came, and my Mom heard about it through a friend of hers, whose own daughter was in my class. Mom asked if I was going, and I said no, because I didn’t have a date. In reality, I had no intention of going, even if someone had asked me. I couldn’t imagine what I’d do with myself at one of those things.

Then my Mom said something that completely stunned me. Her hands on her hips, she announced that she was taking me to the prom.

I protested, but she was adamant. She said it was time I got out of myself and learned to mingle with other people.

She took me to a beauty salon at nine o’clock the morning of the dance. If I was plain and awkward, my mother was the exact opposite. She’d divorced my dad when I was very young, preferring to raise me by herself. She paid very close attention to her figure, spending a lot of time at the health club working out. She dressed nice, and she always looked great. The beauty salon we went to that morning was her normal salon and she knew all the girls who worked there.

“Give her the works,” Mom ordered.

While two women went to work on me, Mom left to go shopping for dresses. They sculpted and painted my toenails, sanded all the rough spots off my feet. They smoothed my chewed fingernails, and put weird smelling creams all over my face. They even gave me a bikini wax which, let me tell you, was one embarrassing experience.

By the time Mom came back an hour later, I was a hundred percent prettier than I had been when I entered the place. My mom was astounded at first, then delighted.

After that, we took a mud bath. Sliding naked into the heavy mud was a strange experience, but Mom said it always made her feel rejuvenated and relaxed afterward. I have to admit she was right.

Then we got our hair done. The hairdresser put blond highlights in my plain hair, bathed it in conditioners and shampoos, and finally arranged it on top of my head in what he called a beehive.

Lastly, they did our makeup. When I finally got to see myself in the mirror, I was stunned at how much prettier I looked. When we left the salon, I actually felt like a woman instead of an awkward teenager. Mom paid with a credit card, and I didn’t even look at how much it all added up to. It had to be a small fortune.

We drove home, excited and nervous. It was four o’clock by now, and we had to get ready for the dance. Mom said she was taking me to a fancy dinner beforehand, and then we’d walk in to the dance and it would be like a bomb went off.

Only when I was home, in my room, did I get to see the dress Mom got for me. It was white mostly, with a yellow accent along the skirt. Spaghetti straps attached to the satin bodice, which was embroidered with little yellow butterflies. There were matching satin gloves, and cute shoes with a tiny little heel on them. Mom had bought me a white strapless bra, and a matching pair of panties.

Standing in front of the mirror after I’d dressed was like looking at the ugly duckling, finally changed into the swan. I looked amazing. Like someone in a beauty magazine, almost. It was the first time in my life I actually felt like a woman. I had to admit, I liked it.

Mom knocked on my door and asked if I was ready. I said I was and I made her count to three before she opened my door. When she flung the door open we got our first good looks at each other.

My. Mom. Looked. Gorgeous.

Her dress was black velvet and stopped at mid-calf. The bodice was gold lace. She had on five inch strappy heels and black hose. Her neck was clasped in a black choker. Her hair was perfect, her makeup was perfect.

She got a glimpse of me and a wave of emotions crossed her face. “My God,” she said. “You are an angel!” She was on the verge of tears, but didn’t want to ruin her makeup, so we laughed to break the tension. She kept looking me up and down, and I was embarrassed by her gaze… though it also made me feel all tingly and nice.

Finally, she reached for my hand. “Well,” she said, “are you ready for dinner?”

“Yes,” I said, dreamily.

Dinner was at a chic little bistro in the swank area of town. We walked in and heads turned. I was used to being the Invisible Girl, and had never had this many people paying attention to me in my entire life. I don’t remember what I had for dinner, I kept watching other people watching me and Mom, and loving, absolutely loving, all this attention. Again, Mom paid with her credit card, and I didn’t see how much she’d spent.

Then it was time for the dance.

We parked, and Mom reached into her handbag, pulling out a silvery flask. She unscrewed the lid and took a sip of what was inside. Then she looked at me, and offered me the flask.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Peppermint schnapps,” she said. “Just have a little. It’s soothing.”

The drink was warm and minty. It made me shiver, and I felt the heat sliding down my neck.

She giggled. “Just a little pick-me-up.”

Mom and I walked into the school gym, and we kept getting all these strange looks. After a few moments, I realized that the looks were people trying to figure out who the hell I was. The change I’d gone through in just the past day was incredible… I was no longer the same drab person as before.

I grabbed my Mom’s hand in my gloved one and said, “I want to thank you for doing all this.”

Again, her smile was filled with emotion. “Thanks for going along with me,” Mom said, once again looking me up and down. “Shall we dance?” she asked.

We danced with crazy abandon. Every now and then, people in my class would come up to me and say, “Oh my God, is that Angela?” They made such a fuss over me.

Mom and I held each other close as we danced. The music, some sexy R&B number, played in the background. Everywhere, couples clung to each other. The disco lights spun and flitted around the room, and the gym was like another world. I rested my head on my mother’s soft breast, and her hand moved up and down my back as we swayed back and forth.

“I can’t believe no one in this room asked you to the dance,” my mom said, gazing around the gym. She looked down at me, and deep into my eyes. “If I was one of the girls in this room, I’d be all over you.” She said this last under her breath, and I just barely heard it.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she told me. She paused, searching for the right words. Her mouth opening and closing as her eyes danced around. Finally, she spoke up. “It’s just that you’re an incredibly beautiful, incredibly desirable girl, and it breaks my heart to think that none of these people could see it.”

I blushed and looked away. God, it felt wonderful to be called “desirable,” even if it was by my mother. What was I saying? My mom was such a stunning woman that being referred to that way by her made it even better than if one of my classmates had said it.

Then Mom took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then sighed it out. “Can I tell you a secret?” she said.

“Sure.”

“I’m gay,” she said.

“Gay?”

“I mean… a lesbian.”

“Wow,” I said, completely floored by this announcement. “For how long?” was the only thing I could think to ask.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe forever. That’s why I divorced your father.”

“Well,” I said, “I’m happy, if you are. And I’m glad you could tell me about it.” By now, I was running on automatic. After this amazing day I’d had, my mom was coming out to me! I didn’t feel weird about it, though. To tell the truth, I was probably a little relieved. I’d never seen my mom date much, and if it was because she was interested in women, she might get out there and find herself someone she could be really happy with, now that she wasn’t keeping her sexuality a secret from me.

“Thanks for understanding,” she said. Then she looked at me thoughtfully. “So, you mean to tell me that none of the boys ever flirt with you?”

“No,” I said.

“You never catch them staring at you?”

I shook my head.

“Ever catch any girls checking you out when you’re changing for gym class?”

“No!” I blurted out. That was the worst part of my day. The last thing in the world I’d want to do while changing out of my clothes would be to make eye contact with anyone else in the room.

“And you never check any of them out?”

“Uh… no,” I said, with an uncomfortable laugh.

“Don’t you ever want to make love?”

“Mom!” Then I composed myself. “I… I suppose I do, but I always figured that kind of thing was, well, for other people.”

“It’s for everyone,” she told me with a smile.

We danced the entire evening. Finally, the prom was winding down… and I felt sorry to see it end.

“I have an idea,” Mom said. “Let’s go to a hotel tonight.”

“Okay,” I said. Wow… that sounded great!

“I mean, like the swankiest, poshest hotel in town. On the top floor.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. “You’ve already spent so much today!”

“It’s only money,” she said. “I’m having the best night of my life with my beautiful daughter, and I don’t want it to end. I want to get room service, and drink champagne. I want to sit in a bubble bath the size of a car.”

Laughing excitedly, I said, “That sounds good to me!”

We left the dance, and got into the car, heading downtown. We listened to loud music and laughed as she drove.

We arrived at the downtown Hilton, parked the car, and made our way to the front desk. The guy behind the counter gave us a strange look when Mom asked for a room, and especially when she said we didn’t have any bags to check, but he gave it to us without any hassle.

The bellboy accompanied us up to the room, on the thirtieth floor, and opened the room for us. Once the door was shut, Mom turned on the TV, flipped it to a music channel she liked, and grabbed me by the waist. “I want to keep dancing,” she told me.

I laughed as she twirled me around. I had never seen my Mom so happy. Maybe it was the relief of finally coming out of the closet, maybe it was my transformation from a frumpy geek, maybe it was a combination of those things. She held me close as we danced to a sexy slow number.

Then she stopped, her eyes gazing deep into mine. I was about to say something, but the look on Mom’s face transfixed me. Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes warm with love.

She tenderly put her hands on either side of my face. “Oh, baby… I’m going to do something I probably shouldn’t,” she whispered.

With that, she leaned in and kissed me. No big deal, she’d kissed me hundreds of times, right? But this was something more. The way she closed her eyes, and slowly leaned in, the way her lips lingered on mine, the way she parted her lips and teased mine with the tip of her tongue.

I pulled away from her, my heart suddenly throbbing… and she immediately withdrew from me. “Oh God, I’m sorry,” she gasped.

I didn’t know what to say. My mind was whirling. I had enjoyed my first real kiss, but it felt so weird that it had been with my mother.

“I knew I shouldn’t have done that,” she said. “I just felt so good, and you’re so g-gorgeous, and…” My lips still tingled from where she had kissed me. I put my finger to them, touching them lightly. It had felt wrong, but perhaps that’s what made it feel so right.

She staggered away, stricken. “Oh God, I’m a horrible mother. I want to make love to my own d-daughter. What’s the matter with me?”

Before she could say one more word I’d moved across the room and had thrown my arms around Mom, crushing my mouth to hers. This time I parted my lips, and our tongues met. My hands moved up and down her back. She moaned into our kiss, then ran her fingers through my hair.

I cannot explain the wanting I felt. It was like the past sixteen years of self-absorption that had been corked up inside me had just been freed. I realized that if anyone before her had shown me the slightest bit of interest, I would have been doing this with them. The fact that it was my mother made it all the more forbidden and dangerous… not to mention so sexy that I was trembling all over.

We both cooed and moaned as we kissed, hanging onto each other for dear life. Without even thinking about it, my hands slipped down Mom’s back to fondle her ass. And all the while, we kissed like passionate lovers.

Finally, we gently parted, staring at one another with hungry eyes. “I love you, Mom,” I whispered.

“I love you too, baby… more than anything. Are… are you sure you want this?” Mom asked, leading me toward the bed.

I breathed “Yes,” as I kissed her neck. “I should tell you, though. I’m a virgin.”

She laughed at this, drawing me back into her arms. Her laughter stopped abruptly, though, when I reached behind and unzipped my dress. I shrugged out of the straps and let it fall to the ground, leaving me in the white strapless bra and matching panties she’d bought for me earlier that day.

God, my entire world had changed since I woke up this morning. I’d been transformed from a geek into a lovely woman, I’d gone dancing for the first time… and now I was about to make love to my own mother.

Mom walked toward me, gathering her hair up above her head. “Help me out of my dress?” she said, turning around.

I unzipped her dress, and slid the straps of her shoulders. It fell away and she stood with her back to me for a while, dressed only in a pair of black silk panties. She hadn’t worn a bra. I let my hands roam over her sleek tummy, her gorgeous breasts. My hand slid down to the waistband of her panties, and I teased a finger inside.

She moaned and breathed as I explored her from behind. “I’ve wanted this for a long time,” she whispered. “Ever since I bought you your first training bra.” By now, my hand was inside her panties, my perfectly manicured fingernails teasing lightly at her trimmed bush. “I never thought I could get up the courage to ask you,” she breathed. I tickled her slit with a probing fingertip, amazed at how wet she was. “I guess that’s what tonight was all about… trying to get up the courage to make love to my daughter.”

“Mom… are you going to fuck me?” I asked, looking deeply into her brown eyes, “or stand there and talk all night?”

A wicked smile crossed her lips… and she suddenly shoved me onto the bed. I watched her slink out of her panties, and kick them across the room. She moved forward like a cat, her hands reaching for the waistband of my soaked panties, tugging them down and off. Placing a gentle kiss on my tummy, then trailing her way up my body, she reached behind me to undo my bra. She pulled it away, bending to take a diamond-hard nipple between her lips as she flung the bra across the room. I moaned as she suckled lovingly at the pink tip, then she raised her face to mine.

We kissed as our hands moved between one another’s thighs. Her fingers deftly explored my sex as my clumsy, inexperienced ones tried to mimic what she was doing. When she slipped a finger inside my pussy, it was the most delicious thing I had ever felt. I did the same to her, and we worked each other closer to climax.

Suddenly, she stopped, swiveling around to switch positions. She spread her legs wide and opened mine, scooting herself closer to me, pressing our wet pussies together. I gasped, practically seeing stars… that’s how good her cunt felt against mine.

We began to work our pussies together… slowly at first, then faster and faster. I liked this position. It felt more intimate, and allowed us to look into each other’s faces as our pleasure grew. Mom’s face was so beautiful as she moaned in delight, lost in the intoxicating heat of lesbian incest. We fucked one another hard and fast until I came hard, orgasms racking my body. I could hear Mom crying out as her own climax overcame her. We continued to push our pussies together until our pleasure rose to a near-unbearable peak… then our bodies collapsed together in a moist, sticky heap of sweet-smelling flesh.

Without giving me time to recover, Mom slid down off the bed, grabbing my legs and sliding me toward her. She spread my thighs, lowered her head to my pussy and hungrily licked me, her eyes never leaving mine. We knitted our fingers together as she lovingly ate me, her warm, wet tongue exploring every inch of my cunt. Soon, the rapture of orgasm consumed me yet again. I clenched my fists and writhed helplessly, overcome by pure pleasure.

I lay panting, dazed… but Mom climbed on top of me, hungry for more. I was too weak, too exhausted to go again, my Mom insatiable… but after we shared a few hot, wet kisses, I found myself eager for more lesbian loving.

I wanted her now… I wanted to lick her pussy like she had mine. I kissed my way down her body until I lay between her thighs and plunged my face into her crotch — licking, kissing, feasting at Mom’s juicy cunt. She was delicious. I ate her until she screamed with delight.

She taught me everything about making love to a woman that night… where to go and what to do, when to lick and when to bite. I was surprised when she rolled me over and licked my anus… then I was loving it, relishing the feeling of my own mother’s tongue sliding through the crack of my ass. While she rimmed me, Mom slipped a hand between my legs, teasing my clit until I came a third time. As soon as I recovered, I got her up on all fours and licked her asshole, just like she had mine.

We fucked again and again… newfound lovers who couldn’t get enough of one another. I remember wishing that Mom had one of those pricks that women fasten to themselves to use on other women, because I would have gladly given my virginity to her.

When I shyly told Mom that, she smiled and said that she had a strap-on cock at home, and that she would put it on and give me my first fuck the next time we made love. In my mind, I was already planning to get her in bed the very next night…

Finally, our sexual hunger utterly sated, we nestled together, blissfully content. I was so happy that I nearly cried. After years of self-imposed loneliness, I had found the love of my life… a partner with whom I could share my heart, my soul, my body. Someone who would join me in exploring all the sexual pleasures that had always seemed forever out of reach to the awkward girl I had once been.

She was my mother, the person who gave birth to me, had raised me into womanhood. And now, she was more than my parent, much more.

Eventually, we fell asleep, happily entangled in each other’s arms.

The End

 

Happy Birthday To Us!

  • Posted on May 12, 2020 at 2:21 pm

 

by JetBoy

Once again, your Boy Reporter glanced at the calendar and realized with a jolt that yet another year has passed, making it five since Naughty Mommy, Cheryl Taggert and I opened Juicy Secrets for curious eyes. A lot of water has flowed ‘neath the bridge since then, yet our humble site is still chugging along, and we happy few who run it on a day-to-day basis are doing our level best to provide the erotic thrills you crave… and in these times of uncertainty, there’s a hell of a lot to be said for the sweet distraction of dirty stories.

This year wasn’t quite as tempestuous as the previous one; still, there have been changes of note. First, site founder Naughty Mommy elected to retire from writing for Juicy Secrets. Since having to leave her previous homeland, she has been making a new life for herself and her family and wanted to move on to other things. Needless to say, we wish her all the best and then some. If you take any pleasure from visiting this site, please extend your sincerest gratitude to Naughty Mommy — she was the catalyst who made it all happen. By the way, she still visits now and again to reply to comments left for her stories, so be sure to leave them when you read her works. (And if you haven’t read them yet, what are you waiting for!?)

One very unfortunate development was the disappearance of PoppaBear, who we took on a couple of years ago as an editor. We’ve not heard a word from him for over ten months. PoppaBear was an invaluable asset to the site — for his enthusiasm and cheerful spirits as much as the assistance he gave. We miss him and fervently hope that he is doing well.

At the moment, the everyday Juicy Secrets staff consists of two: Amanda Lynn, who runs the joint and keeps it humming merrily along, and yours truly, JetBoy, provider and seeker of content. We also have Sapphmore, our archive story scout, and No One, who lends us invaluable assistance with occasional nuts-and-bolts issues.

So there you have it — another year of Juicy Secrets. Admittedly, we’re not maintaining the pace we once were, but our objective remains the same: to be the best lesbian fiction site out there. I’d like to extend the heartiest of thank-yous to No One, Sapphmore, and especially Amanda Lynn, who does an incredible amount of work behind the scenes to keep JS looking great.

Finally, I want to thank you, readers, for the joy you take from our little site, and the encouragement you give us in your comments. We love you all.

Your friend, JetBoy

 

Mother-Daughter Weekend, Part Two

  • Posted on May 9, 2020 at 2:41 pm

By Haley Statton

“Shall we do this the usual way?” Julie asked her daughter as they made their way through the hotel toward the spa. “Steam room first, then we get massaged?”

“Sounds good to me, Mom,” Stacy replied.

When they arrived, a woman greeted them from the front counter. She signed Julie and Stacy in, then pointed the way to the locker room. Since there was time to spare before their massage, she suggested that they pay a visit to the steam room first.

Mother and daughter selected robes as they entered the locker room, then began to undress. Julie glanced over at Stacy as the girl unclasped her bra from her back, stealing occasional glances at the girl while Stacy slid her panties down to her calves and stepped out of them.

Suddenly concerned that Stacy might catch her looking, Julie quickly removed her own clothes. She still couldn’t get over how beautiful her daughter had become.

They both walked in their robes to the steam room and entered. A nude woman rose and exited after they sat down, leaving mother and daughter alone.

Julie shrugged out of her robe. “C’mon, honey… take the robe off. You can’t really enjoy a steam bath unless you’re naked.”

Following her mother’s lead, the teen began to untie her robe. Julie placed hers on the seat and sat down, watching Stacy as she pulled the robe open and slid it off her shoulders. The girl dropped the garment to one side and, now nude, sat down next to her mother.

Stacy crossed her heels and glanced over at Julie’s body, taking a quick peek at the dark mound between her mother’s thighs that was barely concealed earlier by her g-string.

“Did you have fun at the Hancock last night?” Julie asked.

“It was great,” Stacy replied, “I think that wine definitely got to me, though.”

Julie laughed. “Yeah, you were a little tipsy.” She fell silent for a moment, then gave her daughter a warm smile. “Honey,” she murmured, “I meant what I said about you last night… I’m so proud of you, and you are amazingly beautiful.” She rested her hand on Stacy’s thigh.

“I meant the things I said too, Mom.” Placing a hand on top of her mother’s, Stacy gazed affectionately into Julie’s eyes, then suddenly looked down at her feet. “Um, I’m sorry if that was… weird last night, you know, about me sleeping with you.”

“It wasn’t weird at all, sweetie,” Julie responded, “In fact, it was kind of nice, wasn’t it? In fact,” and she leaned close to whisper in Stacy’s ear, “let’s share a bed tonight, too.”

“Yeah!” Stacy nodded as their fingers intertwined. She was confused by the feelings she was having. Feeling so close to her mom was wonderful and comfortable… it was as though she wanted to be even closer. Almost like she wanted to touch her… now, what did she even mean by that? The idea seemed somehow alluring, but inappropriate.

Soon they heard steps coming towards the door, then a young woman appeared.

“Stacy?” she called, looking in.

Stacy nodded and left. Julie’s therapist came soon after.

An hour and a half later, Stacy walked back to the locker room. She felt so relaxed that she simply sat down for a moment in front of her locker. Then her mom came in.

“How was it?” Julie asked.

“It was great… and yours?”

“Fantastic,” Julie replied, leaning against the wall.

“Do you think we could just wear these robes back to the room?” Stacy wondered.

“I’m sure we could.”

The two grabbed their things and set off.

Once inside, Julie laid down on the bed and relaxed. Stacy kept stealing glances at her mother, Those thoughts from before the massage hadn’t gone away. In fact, the soothing caresses of her therapist only made her more absorbed by the idea of getting closer to her mother.

“Ahh, I wish that massage could just go all day long,” Julie murmured.

“I know, it was so nice,” Stacy replied. “Did they do that tummy massage on you?”

“No, I don’t usually like it… so I just said that I didn’t want one,” the older woman replied.

“I don’t usually either, but she did it really well… different from the usual way they do it. I enjoyed it a lot.”

“Oh, well, maybe next time,” Julie sighed.

Almost without thinking, Stacy spoke. “You want me to try it on you?” she said, sitting down next to her mom on the bed.

“Sure… do you remember how she did it?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“All right… that sounds nice, honey,” Julie murmured.

Heart pounding, Stacy reached over and untied her mother’s robe, exposing Julie’s nude body underneath. She felt confused, wondering why she had offered to massage her out of nowhere like that. And… why was she so excited all of a sudden, at the thought of touching her mother?

She reached for the bottle of the lotion the hotel had provided and squirted a dollop into her palm. Rubbing both hands together, she then placed them on her mother’s soft belly and began rubbing gently back and forth in a circular motion. The angle became difficult for her to work from, and she knelt next to Julie on the bed. God, she loved being able to touch Mom’s skin like this…

Startled by that thought, Stacy shook her head to clear it. What’s happening here? Confused, but wanting to continue, her hands drifted down to her mother’s thighs to continue the massage.

Julie sighed happily at the touch of her daughter’s gentle hands, feeling an unexpected tingle course through her body. Oh, well… she had to admit that massages always got her a little bit aroused, and feeling Stacy’s hands on her thighs was certainly stimulating. Maybe I’ll sneak in the bathroom and masturbate later, she thought.

Stacy glanced down at her mother’s body for a second, then froze, transfixed. The light shone at an angle, revealing that her mother’s pussy was glistening with wetness.

God, she thought, Mom’s turned on!

It was at that very moment that Stacy understood exactly what she was feeling toward her mother… what she had been feeling earlier in the sauna… what she had felt in Julie’s arms in bed last night. She had felt love and affection for her mother, true enough. But also… desire.

Stacy’s head spun as she realized the extent of that desire. My God, she thought. I… I want to make love to her. My own mother. 

She couldn’t tear her eyes from Julie’s wet pussy. And then she caught the enchantingly musky scent of her mother’s cunt. This only fanned the flames of Stacy’s newfound lust, making her tremble with a fierce need she was powerless to resist.

Heart pounding almost audibly, a helpless Stacy gave in to her desire. She gently grazed her fingers across Julie’s pelvis and ran them through her mother’s pubes. Her finger slid lightly over moist labia, exploring.

Julie moaned at how lovely it felt to be touched there, but she quickly struggled to come to her senses, raising herself up on an elbow. “Honey… I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” she whispered.

But Stacy would not be dissuaded so easily. “It’s okay, Mom,” she breathed, “I want to. Please… let me touch you.”

Lips parting, breathing deeply, Julie instinctively opened her legs slightly, offering her daughter tacit consent. She knew that she shouldn’t let this happen… but the thought of being fondled by her darling Stacy was irresistible.

Stacy responded by slipping her finger between her mother’s sticky labia and brushing it back and forth from below her clit, then around the opening to her cunt and back again. It felt so incredible to touch her mother like this… like a lover.

“You really want to… to do this, baby?” Julie asked, her eyes fluttering open to gaze at her child. Her heart hammered in her chest, knowing that they were on the verge of committing incest.

Stacy was entranced by her mother’s response to her touches. Her exploring fingers teased and caressed warm, wet crevices she’d never even thought about before. It was as though she’d been waiting to do this for years.

“I really want to, Mom,” she whispered back.

Julie seemed to sigh and moan simultaneously at the girl’s answer as she allowed Stacy to continue pleasuring her, feeling more aroused than she could remember. This beautiful girl was pleasing her in an incredible way, making her feel emotions she hadn’t in ages, not since last making love with Sophie back in college. Suddenly wanting to reach out and touch her daughter, she somehow restrained herself.

Then Julie gasped out loud as her daughter placed a fingertip at the entrance to her aching vagina, then gently slid the finger deep inside. “Oh,” she whimpered.

Reaching a sudden decision, Julie reached out and tugged the tie from Stacy’s robe, tossing it to one side. Her hand slipped inside the terry cloth garment to caress her daughter’s belly. It was wrong, she knew, it was forbidden… but she needed to return Stacy’s love. She trailed her fingers down to her daughter’s pussy and caressed it, feeling the moisture and heat of the teenage girl.

Stacy gasped softly, her lips parting as she responded to her mother’s touch. Quickly rising, she shrugged out of her robe and lay down naked next to Julie, placing her hand back between her mother’s thighs.

Bringing her hand to her mouth, Julie licked her middle finger, then reached down to touch her daughter’s slit. Stacy whimpered as her mother’s finger eased its way into her body, arching her pelvis into the motion as Julie pleasured her.

Her own hand still between Julie’s thighs, Stacy stared at her trembling mother. “God, Mom,” she whispered, “I love you.” Her lips brushed Julie’s cheek. Julie turned her head to face her daughter, and they stared into one another’s eyes for a long moment. Then their lips met in a soft, loving kiss. Surprising herself, Julie brought her tongue into play first, and the kiss quickly became hot and hungry. Their bodies melted together in a passionate embrace.

Breaking their kiss, Julie nibbled lightly at her daughter’s lips before moaning “I love you too, baby…”

As they masturbated one another, both women grew increasingly close to climax. Stacy’s pleasure seemed to rise quickly, and she thrust her hips against her mother’s probing finger.

Julie, too, was nearly in a trance as she came to the edge of orgasm. As Stacy bent to bite her mother’s neck, Julie felt a sudden wave of heat wash over and consume her body. She only felt Stacy’s lips on her skin, Stacy’s fingers fondling her clit… all else fell away. Her body twitched and shook as she cried out, lost in ecstasy.

Stacy continued to fondle her mother through her climax, even as her own orgasm was fast approaching. Sure enough, she came explosively just moments later. Crying out loud, she seized up and shuddered for a few moments before she exhaled noisily and relaxed, a hand still resting on her mom’s mound.

When Stacy opened her eyes, she immediately slipped into Julie’s arms. The two lay entwined in a delicious afterglow. Stacy pressed her hips to her mother’s and clung to her like a baby. “Oh, Mom,” she breathed, “that was wonderful.”

Julie’s hands slipped down to cradle her daughter’s gorgeous ass. “I love you, Stacy.”

“I love you, Mom,” purred Stacy, nuzzling Julie’s neck. She raised her face to gaze lovingly into the eyes of the woman who had given her life… given her love. Stacy’s lips sought Julie’s, her eyes slowly closing…

Mother and daughter kissed, gently at first. But their newfound love would not be denied, and the kiss soon grew hungrier, more intense. Their lips parted, tongues danced hotly… hands began to explore the curves and contours of each other’s soft, warm bodies.

Breaking their lip lock, Julie rolled Stacy over on her back and began kissing a pathway down her daughter’s body. It had been many years since her last time with a woman, but she let instinct guide her. Down Stacy’s neck, kissing the hollow of her throat, then letting the tip of her tongue trail its wicked way between her daughter’s breasts.

Raising herself slightly, Julie lightly brushed Stacy’s left nipple with her lips, then parted them to take the pink bud into her mouth.

The teen moaned, “Oh, Mom… oh, MOM!” clutching Julie’s head to her chest.

Stacy’s nipple felt wonderful in her mouth. Julie flicked the tip with her tongue, then bit it lightly… and Stacy inhaled sharply, hands caressing her mother’s golden hair. “God, Mom… that feels so good!”

Julie could have made love to her beautiful child’s breasts for hours, she knew… but her newfound hunger drew her ever downward, her lips and tongue trailing their wicked way down Stacy’s soft tummy… kissing her youthful skin, then pausing to tease the girl’s belly button with the tip of a playful tongue. Stacy squealed with delight.

Finally, Julie was at the threshold, lying between her daughter’s thighs, gazing hungrily at Stacy’s glistening pussy. Her nostrils flared as she savored the rich, musky scent of wet cunt. God, it had been far too long since she’d done this…

Head spinning with excitement, Julie pressed her lips into Stacy’s pussy, kissing the girl’s moist labia. Stacy gasped, “Oh GOD, Mom, yes…”

Julie licked her lips, loving the taste of her daughter. Placing warm hands on Stacy’s thighs, she took the teenager’s pink flower into her mouth. She teased the opening with the tip of her tongue, making Stacy whimper softly… then she plunged the length of it as far inside the slippery channel as she could.

Stacy cried out, a shudder of pleasure shaking her slender frame.

The sight of Stacy’s engorged clitoris had Julie enthralled… she slid her right hand further up the girl’s thigh and began to lightly brush her clit with gentle fingertips.

“Oh,” Stacy moaned.

Julie continued to feast on her daughter’s pussy, loving everything about it — the taste of her, the smell of her, the thick juices that flowed from Stacy’s cunt to coat Julie’s lips and chin…

Suddenly Julie felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up. Stacy was propped up on one elbow, her face flushed. “Mom,” she stammered excitedly, “I — I want to lick you too.”

Without a word Julie climbed onto the bed and straddled her daughter’s face, burying her own between the girl’s thighs again.

Stacy gazed in fascination at her mother’s vagina, now inches from her face. Julie’s auburn pubes neatly framed the pinkness of her slit, now moist with arousal. Stacy inhaled deeply, sampling the intoxicating musk of another woman for the first time. Her head swam. Reaching around the older woman’s body to grasp her ass, Stacy drew Julie’s hips downward, bringing her mother’s cunt to her already open mouth.

Julie moaned into her daughter’s pussy when she felt Stacy kiss her vulva… then moaned again as the young girl’s tongue began to lick at the folds of her cunt.

Stacy was in heaven as she pleasured her mother. Oh, God, I love this, love Mom’s pussy… I love her! She could feel Julie’s thighs quiver against the sides of her face as she slipped the tip of her tongue into the sweet pink opening, then heard her moan as Stacy went deeper, probing its way inside the older woman’s body. Julie’s wetness coated the girl’s lips and chin… and it was delicious. Stacy clutched Julie’s ass tightly as she drank deep from her mother’s cunt. Mmmm, so wonderful…!

Julie moaned with delight as Stacy licked and sucked from between her trembling thighs. God, this was incredible — her child, her own darling daughter was eating her pussy, and it was the most beautiful sexual experience she had ever known. A tear rolled slowly down Julie’s cheek, a beatific smile on her lips as she took Stacy’s dewy flower into her open mouth.

Mother and daughter pleasured one another in a perfect circle of sexual delight — mouth to cunt, tongues seeking, exploring, loving… lips brushing sticky labia again and again with hot, eager kisses. emitting muffled cries of delight as their mutual ecstasy soared even higher.

Acting on a sudden wicked impulse, Stacy trailed her tongue between the cheeks of her mother’s ass, teasing the dark cleft of her anus. Julie cried out loud, and Stacy pressed her attack, licking hotly at her mom’s butt crack. Its dark, musky flavor delighted the teenage girl. Her index and middle finger sought out Julie’s cunt, and Stacy plunged them to the hilt in her mother’s body.

Julie inhaled sharply, shuddering with a hard twinge of pleasure. Knowing she was on the verge of climax, wanting to take Stacy with her, she fastened her lips to her daughter’s clitoris and began to suck at the inflamed pink nubbin.

They came together, their bodies bucking and rocking, both women hanging on for dear life as they continued to pleasure one another as best they could. Their moans and the sound of their frenzied panting filled the room.

Finally they lay exhausted and entwined, breathing heavily, their bodies flushed from head to toe.

Stacy gently kissed her mother’s neck. “Mmmm… I love you, Mom,” she murmured.

Julie’s lips sought out Stacy’s to bestow a loving kiss upon her daughter… then she pulled back to gaze deep into the young girl’s eyes. “And I love you, my sweet, sweet child,” she whispered. “More than ever.”

Stacy’s hands slipped down her mother’s back to cup and fondle her ass. “Mom…” she began hesitantly,” c-can we do this again someday? I really… really enjoyed making love with you.”

“Honey,” Julie smiled, “what we did was so special, so nice… well, I couldn’t give this up even if I wanted to.” She trailed a finger across her daughter’s lips. “Whenever you want me, Stacy… I’m yours.”

“Oh, Mom…” Stacy sighed contentedly, and leaned forward to kiss her mother once more. Julie was ready, meeting, and matching her daughter’s fervor. The teenage girl moaned, and their kiss became a passionate one, the heat of their desire already beginning to rekindle.

The End

 

The Mark of a Good Babysitter

  • Posted on May 5, 2020 at 5:23 pm

By Honey West

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in March 2006 }

So there I was, hanging from the fourth-floor balcony by my fingertips, and as my life flashed before my eyes, I was thinking, Maybe I should have had more sex before I died.

Okay, it sounds dramatic and cliched, I know. But I was hanging from this ledge, and the one thing I wanted to do before falling to my death was to throttle the little brat that got me in this fix.

My name is Stevie, by the way, and at that moment I was supposed to be babysitting.

The Carlsons live in the fourth-floor flat of this rather nice apartment complex. I live in the neighborhood nearby, and while school is out, once or twice a week I come and watch little three-year-old Amanda for the afternoon while Mrs. Carlson attends “charity events.” Like hell she does. What she’s really up to is getting royally laid by her lover or boyfriend or whatever.

Like clockwork, she’ll get home in time to pay for my services (rather well, actually), and push me out the door so she can change back into her oh-I’ve-been-working-all-day-around-the-apartment clothes before her husband gets home. She asks me to keep mum about her afternoons, so she doesn’t get simply inundated with requests to do community work. Yeah, right.

I’m sixteen and, if I do say so, well developed for my age. My boobs aren’t as big as my mom’s or Mrs. Carlson’s, but they do get envious looks from the girls in my class, and cause a distraction to the store managers as I ask if they’re hiring. They aren’t, incidentally, and that’s why I’m still earning money babysitting.)

I’ve gone through enough heavy petting and experimentation with boys to realize that I’m gay. To confirm this, I’ve been licking the pussy of my best friend Joanne for about six months now. We’re still rather new at it, and have to keep our sex games a secret — which isn’t easy, seeing as we’re constantly surrounded by family and friends. Luckily, my babysitting assignments sometimes give Joanne and me the privacy that we need to further explore the joys of lesbianism.

Sitting for little Amanda, though, is not one of those opportunities. In fact, this three-year-old monster is more like a walking advertisement for Ritalin. She’s constantly on the move, and always up to mischief if you don’t stay alert.

It was getting late, and Amanda’s mom would be home soon. Earlier that afternoon, as I settled her in front of some cartoons, I got a call on my cell phone from Mrs. Booker. They would not be going out tonight after all, and didn’t require my services. Damn! The Bookers had a baby that just needed occasional changing and minimal watching, so Joanne and I were planning on getting naked on their living room rug. Well, screw that plan. Still, that meant I had the night free. Maybe we could go to the movies and try something there.

As I tried to call Joanne, my cell phone started signaling that the battery was dying. The stupid phone usually went pretty quickly once the beeping began, so I knew I’d have a shot at maybe one quick call. I stepped out on the balcony to get a better reception, and that’s when it happened. As Joanne’s answering service kicked in, I heard the sliding door shut behind me and turned to see Amanda hit the switch. The little brat had just locked me out on the balcony!

“Amanda! Unlock this door!” I yelled.

She was giggling silently at me as I screamed at her. I knew she couldn’t hear me. The building faced a bunch of trees, but beyond that was a busy highway, so the glass doors and windows were made extra thick and soundproof. She could probably guess some of the obscenities I was hurling at her and did a triumphant little dance in front of me. I frantically motioned for her to unlock the door, hoping that she understood the seriousness of the situation. Instead, the little bitch went back to her stool in front of the TV and sat, calmly watching her cartoons! Ooohh! When I get my hands on her–

I looked at my watch. Holy shit, Mrs. Carlson will be home soon! How’s this gonna look — a three-year-old child with free rein of the house and me locked out on the porch?

I told myself not to panic, that the mark of a good babysitter is the ability to think through any emergency. I was pretty sure that the front door was unlocked. Call Joanne and see if she can rush over here. Shit! The cell phone was now officially dead. Okay, now I could panic. I pounded on the glass desperately, but Amanda chose to pretend I wasn’t there. I pounded some more. She got up, came over and drew the curtains closed! Aargh!

I looked around. The apartment was in the middle of an L-shaped building so I couldn’t see the balconies on either side. The only thing to do was drop down to the third-floor porch and hope that somebody was home or their door wasn’t locked.

It seemed like an easy plan, until I actually started dangling from the bars of the balcony. It was then that I started to consider just how much distance there was from one floor to another, and I didn’t seem to have the strength to pull myself back up. That’s it, I thought. I’m gonna die, I’m gonna fall three stories and I never got to say goodbye to Joanne — or kill the kid, for that matter.

I held my breath and swung my body back and forth. I let go when I thought my momentum was forward but miscalculated and my feet dropped right on the railing. Swinging my arms like windmills to keep from falling back I went face down onto a patio chair and hugged it like a friend. All right! Now I got to kill Amanda.

I sat in the chair for a moment. I’m not sure who lived below the Carlsons and it got me thinking: Be careful, you don’t want to scare some little old lady to death. The curtain was about three-quarters closed but I could see that a TV set was on inside. I cupped my hands to look in, and as my eyes adjusted they made out two little figures on the far couch.

Two little girls. Small frames. Maybe eight, maybe nine years old. One slim, waif-like girl with long blonde hair, holding what was obviously a toy doctor’s bag. The other girl had dark, shorter hair and was a little stockier. The nurse was wearing pants and a t-shirt, the stocky one wore a summer dress. As the slimmer child put on her red plastic stethoscope, the other one stood on the couch and bent over, pulling her dress up around her waist to reveal her white-pantied backside.

The thin girl pretended she was listening to something through the other’s bottom, moving the stethoscope around. I watched in fascination as the ‘nurse’ pulled her ‘patient’s’ panties down to her knees and began to probe around those smooth white globes. I couldn’t see the other girl’s face; she was patiently bent over with her ass in the air as her friend parted her cheeks to look at her little brown rosebud.

The thick patio glass took away some of the detail I was aching for, but I could see her bare, pouting pussy as the nurse drew closer to the area for a curious sniff. She ignored her medical equipment at that point and pushed her finger around and between the other girl’s cunt lips, then brought it to her nose.

At that point, I must’ve tapped my forehead against the glass. The nurse girl turned and saw me, and I knew right then that I had to act fast. I pulled on the sliding door and entered. Thank God it was unlocked!

The girls, understandably, screamed out. The stocky one fell forward as she hiked her panties back up. They both clambered together into the corner of the couch, frightened. Trying to calm them down as quickly as possible, I opted for an authoritative bearing.

“Stop it!” I commanded “You’re safe. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I went through a string of assurances that probably would have been more reassuring if I hadn’t been peeking through their third-story window. Using my best babysitting skills, though, I managed to calm them down a bit. Anyhow, I’m sure they felt as awkward at being caught playing Doctor as I felt being Voyeur.

“I’m Stevie,” I told them.

The girls glanced at each other. “I’m Beth,” the slender one said, “and this is Becky.”

“Pleased to meet you both. Now, why aren’t your parents home?”

The kids were quiet for a moment. Then Becky spoke up, “What makes you think they’re not home?”

“Because, silly, you wouldn’t be playing Doctor in the middle of the living room if they were within a mile of here.”

Beth started to speak. Becky tried to shush her, but I silenced her with a shake of the head.

“Our moms are at work, and we have to take care of ourselves. And…if we want to keep this nice place, well we have to be very fur… fru…”

“Frugal,” Becky offered quietly.

Frugal, and… well, my mom and her mom are working really hard, and if we can just behave ourselves for a few months we’ll be able to have money and go to real nice schools and… and…”

“Be a family,” Becky said quietly.

“And be a family!” Suddenly there was panic in her voice. “Please don’t tell anybody we’re here alone! It’s only for three nights a week!”

“Calm down, it’s okay,” I cut her off as I looked around. The apartment wasn’t stocked like the others in the complex. It was sparse. Two couches, entertainment center and TV along with a dining room table. But everything was neat and clean. And there were toys and dolls for the kids and educational primers on the table. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to slap or hug these women. Didn’t know them well enough, I guess.

Suddenly I could hear footsteps in the hallway. I ran up and put my ear to the door and was relieved to hear someone enter a neighboring apartment on this floor.

I turned back to the girls. “Okay, kids, listen carefully. I’m not going to tell anyone you’re home alone, got that? Now you have to promise not to tell anyone I was peeking through your window, deal? Good. Now, what time do your moms get home?”

Becky froze. Beth was also thinking the same thing. “They get off from their job at the restaurant at ten. Are you going to tell them…?”

I smiled. “How am I gonna tell what you two were doing if I wasn’t here? I just want to make sure you two will be okay on your own.”

“We always are,” Beth said with a bit of pride.

My mind was racing. There was a demon toddler upstairs doing God knows what, and I knew that my coming in the balcony like I just had and racing out the door like I was just about to must have seemed totally unreal to these kids. Well, it would certainly be a moment to remember.

I don’t know what made me so bold at that moment. I thought I might give the girls a quick hug before I left, but as they just stood there I reached out and took Beth’s hand, brought it up to my nose and found the scent of Becky on her finger. I sucked it into my mouth, swirled my tongue around it, then smiled. “Mmm, very tasty.”

Their mouths were still hanging open as I left.

I ran upstairs. Thank God the door was unlocked. The first thing I saw was the stove. The little monster had turned on all four gas stoves and the kitchen was getting hot. After turning them off I hunted down Amanda and found her on the balcony, looking down — to see if I had jumped off, I guess.

She tried to run past me but I caught her arm, brought her to the couch and proceeded to give her the spanking she deserved. Her mother had told me in no uncertain terms that Amanda was to be spanked when she was bad.

Mrs. Carlson entered as I was administering the last few smacks.

“Bad night?” she grinned.

I let the child go, and she went screaming into her bedroom. “Sorry, Mrs. Carlson, but she locked me out on the balcony.”

She shook her head. “No need to apologize, Stevie. You did the right thing.”

Mrs. Carlson had a dazed, contented look on her face. That must have been some damn good loving she had. She looked at her watch and frowned, then picked through her purse to hand me my fee. When I took the money, I could tell that she reeked of sex.

She rushed me out the door. “Thank you, Stevie. See you next week.” I knew she was in a hurry to get into the shower.

In the hallway I saw that she’d given me twice what she usually paid, decided that she meant to do that and hopped down the stairs. I stopped for a moment outside Beth and Becky’s door, not sure why, and was about to keep going when the door popped open. The girls came out just as I was starting down the stairs. I paused in mid-step.

Finally, Beth spoke. “You’re a babysitter, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. So?”

She whispered to Becky, who nodded her head eagerly to whatever Beth said… and she reached into the pocket of her pants, took something out, and poked at it. Then she smiled up at me and held out what seemed to be three crumpled dollar bills and some change.

“Can you… can you babysit us?”

Oh, for crying out loud. Here this kid was standing with Disney doe eyes and what had to be her life’s savings, and all I wanted to do was to hook up with Joanne and do nasty things to her. I saw Becky peeking shyly at me, her toe scuffing the carpet. I studied Beth as he stood there with her arm stretched out offering the ball of green; I felt like I could put her in my shirt pocket and carry her around.

I knew inside I was thinking of talking to their mothers, maybe offer them a budget deal on babysitting or something. No promises. School would be starting soon, anyway. It wasn’t really my concern. It’s just that I didn’t like the idea of these two being unsupervised… oh, hell.

I took the money, walked into the apartment, then laid the bills and change down on the table, feeling pissed off and proud of myself at the same time. I wasn’t sure why.

The little imps — both ten, it turns out — stood together with excited looks and nervous giggles. They were lovely creatures, I had to admit it.

“Okay, I can’t stay the whole time… and I probably shouldn’t meet your moms this way. So let’s keep this a secret between us, okay?” They both nodded. “Now, what about dinner?”

Becky, it seems, was in charge here. “Take the dish from the fridge. Leave the foil on tight. Bake at 375 degrees for forty-five minutes. Take the foil off, CAREFULLY! Bake for another ten minutes. Microwave the corn that’s in the orange Tupperware. We get one piece of toast each and milk, not soda.”

“Becky washes, I dry,” Beth intoned, “Bath is at seven. We take turns and clean ourselves up good. Don’t leave a mess in the bathroom. We can stay up till nine.”

“Jeez, I’m impressed. What the heck do you need me for?”

“Company!” they chimed.

The meal went well, and I found I was enjoying myself. I called Joanne and told her another job had come up, but we would not be able to get together tonight. One of the moms called to make sure all was well, and the girls, as instructed, didn’t mention me. As the tykes methodically went through their dishwashing ritual, I sat, sipped a soda, and watched their little butts scurry about the kitchen.

The image of Becky’s bare bottom preyed on my mind, and I soon came to realize that the girls were viewing me pretty much the same way. At the dinner table, they kept stealing glances at my boobs through the concert t-shirt I wore, smiling secretly at each other.

Soon we were sitting on the couch, where I kicked off my shoes and got the lowdown from the girls about their moms.

“Her mom and my mom moved in together two months ago,” Beth told me matter-of-factly, “Becky is my new sister.”

“They lost all their money when Beth’s dad left.” Becky volunteered, “but now we’re together, and we’ll be just fine.”

Beth leaned forward and whispered, “Our moms are gay, but they don’t want us to know that.”

“Yeah,” Becky said, “so we pretend we don’t know!” They both broke into giggles.

I had to admit these tykes were growing on me. I’d never had a sister and loved the thought of suddenly acquiring two. It turned quiet for a moment. I became conscious of the fact that I had a girl sitting on each side of me and that they were staring at me intently, as if I was about to say Important Things. I could feel the heat of their bodies as they sat close to me.

“Thank you for not telling on us.” Beth piped up. “Um, you know.”

I looked down at Becky and her soft round face blushed. Despite her slight chunkiness, she was very pretty with small doll-like features that I could tell would evolve into Linda Ronstadt-like beauty. Beth had a natural loveliness, that wholesome All-American girl look. I felt my body starting to tingle as they sat closer, almost leaning into me. I could feel their eyes regularly shifting to my chest when they could.

I cleared my throat. “So. How long have you two been, you know, playing Doctor?”

They both blushed and looked down, then glanced at each other and smiled like secret lovers. “Yesterday.” Beth confessed, “And then today.”

“It was last night!” Becky lost her shyness for a moment, then turned quiet. “We, um, found a magazine in Mom’s drawer.”

Lesbian stuff.” Beth took over, “It was a little while before our moms came home, so we had to pretend to be asleep. But we looked at the pictures, then we looked in the mirror and we looked at each other and…” She smiled shyly, making a cute face.

I couldn’t keep from smiling. “And did you like what you saw?”

Beth grinned sheepishly and nodded. “Only… the pictures were of women and they had, like, hair and … boobs. And we know we’ll have that stuff when we grow up and all, but we… well we thought the pictures were really good and, um…”

“Can we see your boobs?” Becky blurted out. She then clapped her hands over her mouth, in shock at her own bluntness.

“Becky!” Beth hissed. Obviously, this subject was not supposed to be broached so soon.

I laughed out loud. It was an honest laugh. As a typical Cynical Teenager, I realized that I didn’t laugh like that too often. The girls, taking it wrongly, looked disheartened.

I hastened to reassure them. “Honestly, ladies, I’m quite flattered. Really, I am. But don’t you — I mean, haven’t you seen your moms’ boobs? Like, when they get dressed?”

“They don’t want us to know they’re gay, so I guess they don’t want us to see them naked, either,” Becky said as if that explained it all.

“Besides,” Beth said, “my mom doesn’t really have big ones. Neither does Becky’s.”

“Not as big as yours, anyways!” Becky exclaimed. She glanced at my chest, her eyes widened for a second, and then she nervously looked up at me, clearly flustered by what she’d seen. When I heard a small gasp from Beth, I looked down to see that my nipples had hardened, and were quite visible through my t-shirt. I was wearing my sexiest bra, one that didn’t conceal much.

Now I blushed and smiled. This world on the couch was now feeling closer and cozier.

Okay, let’s face it. I had now taken a hard left into Horny. And the thing is, I knew I was feeling something both familiar and strange at the same time while I hung out with these kids. Being a lesbian was nothing new to me, but this sudden sexual attraction I felt for these two cute little pixies, that blew my mind. I knew then that the oddness I’d been feeling was an urge to run my hands over their little-girl bodies.

I needed time to think about this. Three, maybe five minutes.

“Umm, Isn’t it time for your baths?”

“No, it’s early — OOWW!” Beth had kicked Becky’s shin.

“Actually, it is time for our baths,” Beth declared while Becky gave her a dirty look. We’ll go start the water.” The girls jumped up and ran to the hallway, stopped and turned to wait for me to follow them. I did.

The bathroom was spotless. It was also warm. The room was dotted with little fishes on the wall, and colorful Barbie bath products sat about the place. A thick long rug seemed to invite my bare feet to test its plushness. As the tub filled, Becky swished her hand through the water to check the temperature.

The sight of these little ones standing in front of a tub filled with steaming hot water made my heart melt like a snowball in an oven. Becky was still wearing her dress, Beth had her jeans on but had taken off her top and was modestly holding it over her flat chest. They were waiting for me to decide what would happen next.

I shut the bathroom door, pushed the lock in, and walked over to the toilet. I closed the lid and sat down, letting the humid warm vapors of the bathwater intoxicate me. I held out my arms and drew the young ones close to me, one girl, on either side. My hands began caressing their backs and Beth’s bare skin felt like velvet.

I looked into their faces, so entranced by their soft, young lips that I almost faltered in trying to sound serious. “Now you know we can’t tell anyone about this, right?”

“We know.” the girls said simultaneously and I felt strangely safe with this. I plucked Beth’s shirt from her hands and delighted at her flat chest and the puffy pink gumdrops that were her nipples. I playfully put my fingertips to each one and they grew into even bigger puffy pink gumdrops. Her body gave a shiver, and she giggled nervously. I remembered from experience that in playing ‘Doctor’ the emphasis was on exploration of the genitals. I figured I’d start these angels on what I always found erogenous.

“Watch this,” I winked to Becky and, like a vampire, descended on Beth’s nipple and heard her cry out ‘ohhh’ when my lips surrounded her mushroom bud. It felt rather strange not to feel my face push into a pillowy tit like my girlfriend’s. I wondered if the child was enjoying this, then I felt her arms wrap gently around my head, cradling me closer to her chest. I released her nipple with a loud pop, then chuckled at her expression of dazed arousal.

Becky had been watching with rapt curiosity and a bit of jealousy, so I reached under my shirt and unsnapped the front of my bra, took her hand and placed it on my bare breast. She glided her small hands over my boob as if shaping it, stopping to feel the hard nipple. Beth took charge of the other one and I sat back, marveling at two seven-year-olds feeling me up.

I could feel my pussy throbbing as their curious fingers molded and kneaded my sensitive orbs, each girl exploring me in her own way. They squealed with glee when I pulled my top off and really went to town, feeling the bottom swell of my breasts and tweaking the pointy tips. Feeling increasingly lightheaded, I began to stroke the girls’ hair and arms.

“That feels wonderful, ladies.” I could tell they loved it when I called them that. “Tell me, do you ever make yourselves feel good at night?”

Becky was on her knees, her face just inches from my swollen nipple. She paused at the question.

Beth replied first, though. “She wants to know if you come, Becky. Remember? Like I told you.” She looked at me and proudly said, “I can arggasm! Becky can’t, not yet. She told me.”

“I can too!” Becky said with an uncertain air. “I think.”

“Of course you can, honey,” I assured her, between gasps as Beth had decided to bury her face in my breasts. My, this child had potential. “You probably already have, you just haven’t given it your full attention yet. Now do me a favor and suck that nipple and I’ll show you what it’s like.”

I was feverishly horny as I popped my jeans and shoved a hand inside my panties. I was ready for a quick ‘arggasm’ and with two children suckling me I came as soon as my finger flipped across my clit. I tried to keep it reserved, so as not to scare the girls, but my body convulsed and shuddered as I came in for a landing.

When I refocused, both girls were watching me, their mouths agape. “Wow,” Beth said, eyes wide and grinning. I suspected that she hadn’t learned to come like that just yet.

“Are you okay?” Becky asked.

I guess I had that lazy smile that comes from a good explosion. “I’m wonderful, Becky. And I owe it all to you two.” They looked at each other and smiled proudly when I said that.

I pulled my hand out of my pants and absentmindedly twirled my gooey fingertip around the tip of my breast. It’s something I’ve always done, I guess. I was about to make a new suggestion when Beth lunged forward and suckled me anew, tasting the pussy juice I had traced on my nipple. Becky watched as I sucked the remaining honey from my finger, and I thrilled at the realization that I was about to do some serious teaching here.

Reaching around, I began gripping and groping the girls’ backsides through their clothes. It was an amazing sensation. It felt like I could grab Beth’s whole bottom in one hand, she was so petite. Becky had a bit more flesh to her and her thin dress allowed me to move her pliant cheeks about, gently squeezing her buns.

It was when they stripped completely that I knew that I was now a card-carrying member of the girl-lover’s club. Their flat boyish bodies, devoid of hips and beautifully smooth; the pink round nipples and, of course, those lovely soft-looking slits, each filling me with a longing to part those sweet lips for a peek at the treasures inside.

Slow down, I thought, let’s see what the girls think when I get naked. “Why don’t you finish undressing me?” I said.

They eagerly pulled off my pants and panties, then began to explore my bare body. I stood with my hands on my hips, legs apart as they explored every nook and cranny below my waist. They ‘oohed’ as they ran their fingers through my pubes. I noticed they were very much into scents as they sniffed around my pussy and ass.

Each took turns spreading my cunt-lips and cheeks and putting their noses up close to draw in my honey-laced muskiness. Oh, how I wanted them to push their tongues into me but I knew that, despite what they’d seen in a lesbian mag, I would have to lead by example.

First, I showed them how to kiss. I kissed Beth’s tender lips and, after some light pressing, let my tongue slip into her cool mouth. I could hear her sigh as I did this. When we broke apart, I suggested that she try that with her new sister. Soon she was kissing Becky with an affection that warmed my heart. I fought very hard not to finger myself while I watched.

As Becky laid back on the soft rug, I positioned myself over her as if doing a push-up. She giggled in anticipation as I lowered myself slowly, my boobs settling on her boyish chest. I let my body cover her as I kissed her mouth and then nibbled my way down her small frame. She got ticklish around her belly-button, which I tongued to her delight, but grew silent as I neared her hairless pussy.

As I gazed at the smooth crack, I could smell her little-girl perfume — and I swear, it was getting me high. Beth had crouched down and her face was inches from mine, watching every move I made. I reverently peeled Becky’s lips apart and my eyes and nose savored the pink flesh and sweet aroma of this lovely nude cherub.

She was delicious, to say the least. She gave a surprised sound as my tongue snaked into her tight hole with a circular, scooping motion, then moved up to her little bud, which I suckled gently, lost in this child’s body as I held her ass cheeks in my hands and feasted away.

I stopped and turned to Beth, who didn’t realize her tongue was protruding from her mouth as she watched me. “Take care of Becky’s nipples, sweetie. Both of them. It’s what sisters do.”

She did. I lapped away as I saw Beth’s baby-doll lips encircle her new sister’s nipple as she tweaked the other one with appropriately petite fingers. Soon Becky was panting and moaning. She started to draw her legs up so I helped her along and held them high, my mouth glued to her bald cunt. This exposed her little rosebud to me, and I just had to taste her there. I felt her wrinkled hole tighten as my lips gave it a puckered kiss. Concentrating on her slit, I nonetheless kept licking her anus when I was in the neighborhood, feeling it flex open and shut with every swipe of my tongue.

Her gasps became fast and furious as I ran my tongue back and forth, from her ass to her pussy. At one point I wrapped my lips around her clit and held it there, flicking it furiously with my tongue. Little Becky’s body began shaking and shuddering to the point that, as she climaxed, I think she peed a little into my mouth.

When I looked up, my chin was soaked with her juices and Becky had a flush of red across her chest as she lay there panting. Beth was stroking her face gently and looking at me, half-waiting for assurance that her sister was fine.

“Now that,” I said with a grin, “was a real arggasm.”

Beth insisted that it was her turn next, and that was the way the evening went. To prevent sibling rivalry, I gave equal attention to both girls; licking one and then the other, making sure they came the same amount of times. They would take turns with my body, exploring and examining, asking questions while licking my pussy.

I came two more times for them. Once, doing what I did the first time, only without my pants obstructing the view. They delighted in licking my juices from that one. The second one was probably a little odd to them; in my horny state I rubbed my slick wet cunt lips on Becky’s buns, humping her until I came again.

I was just getting started on the fine art of sixty-nining when I checked my watch. Damn. There was so much I wanted to do with these little imps, and the time had passed so quickly. I knew they needed time to get the bathroom and themselves cleaned up, so I reluctantly called things to a halt.

We soaked in the tub for about fifteen minutes, caressing and teasing each other, then I climbed out and got dressed. I guess I expected the girls to protest my having to leave, but they were in a state of dreamy exhaustion. We wiped the bathroom spotless, and I poured some bubble-gum bubble bath in the tub before pulling the shower curtain closed, to help cover up any tell-tale sex smells.

I told the girls to get ready for bed before I left, and they came back in lovely pink pajamas.

At the door, I asked if they would like to see me again and they lit up “Yes! Yes! Yes!” It blew me away. I was in love with these girls.

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll figure out how to approach your moms and offer them a deal. I’m sure they don’t have this kind of schedule every night, right? Well, we’ll do what we can.”

The girls gleefully clapped and cheered. I made another attempt to make sure that they both understood the importance of keeping this a secret, but the kids frowned at me for even trying. I guess I knew that they could be trusted.

I knelt down and hugged them both. Sweet things, I could tell they were going to sleep soundly that night.

“Tell me, ladies… are you sure your moms never give you your baths?”

“Nope. Never,” Becky said.

“We always wash ourselves,” Beth stated.

“Good. Turn around. Both of you. And bend over.”

They looked at each but did so and I pulled Beth’s pajamas down and pulled her cheeks apart, gave her little rosebud a kiss and then a quick hard suck just to the side of it. I did the same to Becky and pulled their pants back up. Beth still had a look of surprise. The hickeys were light and would be gone in a few days, but they would be visible to the two ten-year-olds until then.

“What was that?” Becky asked, smiling with a tinge of embarrassment as she rubbed her butt.

“That, ladies, is the mark of a good babysitter.”

The End