Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Purple Les

I’d like to deeply thank JetBoy — not only for being my editor, but for his contributions to the story as well.

*****

With her big bay horse at full gallop, The Tequila Kid glanced behind her. The two clouds of dust following her were catching up quickly. The Kid stretched forward till her face was near her horse’s ear.

“Git up, Buttercup!” she said in her sweetest, most urgent voice — and the horse fairly flew. Buttercup would run forever for The Kid. The Tequila Kid looked back again and could see she was outpacing the two riders behind her, but barely.

Now if they could make it to the rocks ahead she’d have water and cover. Easy to pick the two riders off. They may even just turn back, once they see the fix they’ll be in.

Then Buttercup’s front leg fell into a prairie dog hole. The Kid went flying forward into the dust and sand. Coughing, she struggled to her feet. No bones broken, thank goodness. Then she saw the look of agony on the horse’s face.

The Kid wore two Colt .45 peacemakers. The one on her left hip was empty. The gun on her right had only one bullet remaining. She’d used up most of her ammunition back where she’d had the shootout with five men. Two were dead, two had followed her, and the last man had disappeared. That one concerned her the most — would he be returning, with reinforcements?

It felt like cutting off her own hand, but The Kid did what she had to. She drew the gun and, with her last bullet, put Buttercup out of her suffering almost before the horse knew what had happened.

The Kid pulled her Winchester from its holster and dug herself down behind the dead horse. She had twelve shots in the rifle. The two riders came fast now, both of them firing their six-shooters.

The Tequila Kid held her fire. Bullets tore into the flesh of her dead horse and kicked up sand, dust and gore all around her. She squeezed a shot off now at the rider on her left. He flew off his horse backwards. His horse ran by The Kid and kept going at a full gallop. The rider lay dead, his leg twisted at an odd angle.

The other rider had jumped off his horse and lay flat behind a small sand dune before calling out. “Hey, Kid! It’s me, Thad Baxter. I don’t hold no hard feelings from that dust-up we had in Laredo.”

The Kid had beat him in a fistfight there in a nine-minute donnybrook in the street that had every saloon in town emptied out. The crowd was shouting and cheering, laying bets right and left. The Kid at 5′ 9″ and one hundred and forty pounds had knocked out Baxter, though he was 6’3″ and weighed two hundred and ten.

“Listen, Kid.” Baxter went on, “It don’t have to be this way. How ‘bout this — I’ll split the gold with you, fifty-fifty. Throw out your guns, now, and let’s parley.”

“Why are you wastin’ time out here, Thad?” The Tequila Kid called back. “Funny as you are, you oughta be in burlesque. Here’s another funny one. Throw out your gun, and I’ll take you back to Adobe for a fair trial.”

She heard Baxter snort with laughter. “Well now. That is a rib tickler, Kid. I reckon hangin’ around with them Texas Rangers has done robbed you of what little sense you ever had.”

The Kid shook her head. A waste of time, but she would do this by the book. “Thad Baxter, I place you under arrest in the name of the law. I’ll see you face trial for murder and robbery.”

“Haw haw. You’re the comedian, Kid. Throw out the gold to me and I’ll let you walk away.”

The Tequila Kid reached down in the saddle bag. The blow flies had already appeared from nowhere and were crawling on the dead horse. She threw a bag of gold toward Thad Baxter. It landed halfway between them.

“Them bags is heavy, Baxter. I reckon you’ll have to come out and get it.”

“Damn it, Kid. I ain’t foolin’ around here.”

“Well, I’m right comfortable where I am, Thad. Either pick it up and go, or give yourself up.”

“Kid, you’re gettin’ me riled up. Now come on out with your hands held high, or I’ll kill you dead.”

“Come on and try it. Come on, Baxter. You child-raping, old woman-killing piece of lizard dung.” The Kid cocked her rifle and put it to her shoulder.

“Aw, Kid. You gonna hurt my feelin’s, callin’ me all them mean names.”

The Kid sighed. This was going nowhere. “Baxter, if you got any grit you’ll throw me some bullets for my .45 and we’ll have us a fair showdown. I reckon you ain’t man enough, though.”

Thad laughed, low and dirty. “Stand up, Kid, and I’ll give you all the bullets you need.”

The sun beat down mercilessly, the air hotter than the breath of hell. The only sound was the flies’ buzzing.

The Tequila Kid took her hat off, draped it over the barrel of her Colt and slowly raised her arm until it was in the gunman’s view. As soon as the bullet from Baxter’s gun had torn through it the Kid leapt to her feet and fired. The bullet from her rifle tore through Baxter’s shoulder and the gun went flying out of his hand.

The Kid cocked the rifle again and moved toward the now kneeling outlaw. He made a grab for his gun and aimed it, but The Kid put another bullet in him before he could fire.

Baxter fell to the ground, but managed to get one last shot off, this one into his horse. “If I ain’t gettin’ out of here, Kid, then neither are you,” he growled, his face now pale as chalk. Gasping out his last breath, the outlaw lay motionless in the dirt.

“Shit,” The Kid muttered when she saw that the bullet Baxter had put in his horse hadn’t done the job all the way. A shot rang out from The Kid’s Winchester, and another horse lay dead, out of its misery.

The Kid went through pockets and saddlebags of the dead men, trying to find evidence to link them to the murders back in the town of Adobe Wells. She paused, recalling how it had begun for her.

*****

She’d heard an agonized scream while passing by a house. The Kid had raced inside, nearly stumbling over the naked corpse of an old woman. A young boy lay nearby, also nude, screaming in fear and pain.

The Kid picked the boy up and carried him out of the house. Passersby stared at the odd sight as she raced through the streets, but she just kept running until the child was laid out on a cot in Doc Bagby’s office. It was too late by then, though — the boy was dead.

The doctor stroked his beard as he stared at the boy, eyes wide in disbelief. “Jesus H. Christ. Is this the way you found young Dan? Naked and bleeding out his anus like that?”

“Yep.” The Kid grimly replied. “There’s an old woman there who’s dead, too. Also naked. Maybe you could come look at her and see how she was killed?”

The doctor took two big swallows out of his hip flask. “Let’s go.” he said. The doctor pulled the sheet up over the boy’s head. “The woman must be his grandma. Good woman. Damn shame.” Shouldering into his coat, he picked up his black bag.

As they walked to the woman’s house, The Kid asked Doc Bagby, “What was it killed the boy?”

“Pure shock, I think,” the doctor replied. “I swear, his heart just seemed to plumb give out. Whatever it was happened to poor Dan, it shook him up. More’n he could take.” He spat to one side in disgust.

Soon they were in the house, where the doctor knelt to examine the old woman’s body. The Kid looked around the room while Bagby did his work.

A moment later, she heard him grunt. “Shit. She was butt raped too.” He rolled the body back over, studied it briefly. “Killed by a big man,” he added.

Curious, The Kid turned to look. “How you figger that, Doc?”

“Her ribs have been broken from the weight of the body on her. See the bruise on her neck here? Big hand crushed her windpipe and snapped her neck. Not till after she’d suffered his rape, though.” The doctor took a long pull from his flask and said, “God rest her soul.” Glancing at the corpse again, his eyes widened, “Wait just a minute…” He bent to examine the dead woman’s groin area, then exclaimed, “Here now! She was raped both ways.” Bagby slowly rose to his feet, shaking his head.

The Tequila Kid saw some tracing paper on the table. Taking a sheet and a pencil, she placed it on the dead woman’s neck and traced the outline of the hand on to the paper.

Doc Bagby watched her work. “You figger to catch the killer with that?”

“Maybe,” The Kid said with a shrug. “Not many men with hands that big.”

“I reckon not. I sure hope you get ‘im, Kid.”

She had the doctor sign and date the paper, then carefully folded it and put it in her vest pocket.

Just then there was a flurry of gunshots in the street. The Kid ran out without a word, already unholstering her six-shooter.

As The Tequila Kid hit the street, her suspicions were confirmed — the shots were coming from inside the bank. Flattening herself against a nearby building, she fired three shots, enough to keep the five masked men who were exiting the bank from getting to their horses. She ducked behind a doorway as a hail of bullets came in reply.

There was a moment of silence, then the men made for their horses again. The Tequila Kid cut two of them down first. She ran to her horse Buttercup, leapt into the saddle and rode off after the remaining three.

As she gave chase, one of the bandits held back behind cover and took a shot at The Kid, close enough to whine past her ear. She jumped off her horse before he could get off another, and ducked behind a boulder, sneaking around the side to the rear of her would-be ambusher.

Caught by surprise, the masked man dropped his gun. Covering him closely, The Kid checked his saddle bag and found four sacks of gold — small ones, but still worth a pretty penny. She whistled for her horse Buttercup, who immediately came to her.

She kept her gun on the man while she put the gold in her saddle bags. “You’re under arrest, mister. I’ll get you and this gold back to town, then I’ll track down your friends.”

As the last word left The Kid’s lips, someone shot her hat off. She turned and fired, but the other two had doubled back and were on either side of her.

The man she had stopped mounted and rode off, yelling behind him, “She’s got the gold! Kill her!”

The Kid got off enough shots to keep the men off her while she jumped on Buttercup and sped off. They followed in hot pursuit, and there was another shoot-out among some boulders. The Kid got a jump on them on the trail after that one. They followed after, riding hard.

That’s how she’d ended up in the badlands, being chased by outlaws. They’d been dealt with, but now The Kid was in a pretty pickle — a long way from civilization, with some serious weight to carry and no horse.

Now she was going through the pockets of the two dead men. She pocketed anything that she thought might serve as evidence. She also took Baxter’s tobacco pouch — her own supply was running low, and Thad sure wouldn’t be rolling his own anytime soon.

The last thing she did was pull down the pants of both men, grimacing all the while. It had to be done, though. She was looking for a dick with blood or shit on it, but neither of them showed a trace. They were innocent of the rapes, at least. Somehow, she was certain that the murders and the bank robbery were connected.

The Kid took what was of use to her. Her own saddlebag and bedroll. To that she added some coffee, rifle bullets, flour, three cans of beans, a can of cling peaches, and a pound of bacon, all from Baxter’s saddle bag.

As she took one last look at her horse she turned and headed toward the rocks. Tears ran down her cheeks, leaving a dirty trail down her face as she mourned Buttercup.

*****

The Kid made the rocks about twilight. There was a spring there, as she was certain there would be. The Kid knew this territory well. She filled the two canteens she had, washed her face, hands and neck, then sat back, took off her boots and put on a pair of moccasins. She rested a spell, ate some jerky and drank as much water from the spring as she could hold.

The Tequila Kid began walking then, trying to puzzle out what was going on. Five men. Four of them dead. A murdered woman and boy, both raped. Four bags of gold taken from the bank, now in her saddle bag. As she walked through the cool star-filled night, she tried to connect it all, but ended up with more questions than answers.

Having lived with the Mojave tribe into young adulthood, The Kid was used to marathon walks and runs. As dawn came, she planned to walk till mid-morning, then rest in some shade.

By about 10 AM, The Kid found a tall cactus, where she fixed her bed roll on its spines to provide a decent amount of shade. She had a drink of water, then rested till late afternoon, when she started walking again.

From a distance, The Kid saw some buzzards massing, and hoped she hadn’t walked in a circle. As she got farther along, she saw a body lying in the sand. The Kid walked toward it.

As The Kid got closer, she still couldn’t tell if it was a corpse or not. It just lay there motionless as the buzzards moved in.

Drawing nearer, The Kid realized that the body was that of a girl, a young one. Got to be dead, she told herself. Be damned if I’ll let them buzzards have her for lunch, though. She cocked her rifle and took aim.

*****

The little girl had no idea how long she’d been out there. Her lips were dried together and she couldn’t open her mouth. Each time her eyes fluttered open, she saw a large vulture getting closer and closer.

Now the buzzard was almost in her face. The red bald head and hooked orange beak seemed gigantic to the girl. Then all of a sudden she heard a loud bang, and the buzzard vanished in a blizzard of feathers.

The little girl opened her eyes again and saw a face looking down at her. At first she thought it was an Indian. That can’t be right, though. She had bright blue eyes, and long rust-colored hair done up in braids. She dressed like a man, but there was no mistaking that this was a woman. The face had strange marks on the chin below the mouth. This odd-looking woman also wore a hat full of bullet holes. The little girl’s eyes closed, and she wondered if this was some kind of dream.

But when the little girl opened her eyes again a moment later, the face was still there. The strange woman said, “Well now, Button, good to see you’re still with us. Don’t you worry none. I’ll get you out of here with me.”

The woman took out a bandana from her pocket and soaked it with water, then lightly pressed it to the young girl’s mouth. “Push your tongue against your lips. We got to get them open.”

Once she was able to open her mouth, the woman said, “Hold this swallow of water in your mouth long as you can, then swallow it — also as slow as you can.”

The girl did her best, but ended up coughing the water up. At last, however, she was able to take a few swallows.

Closing her eyes, the girl felt herself being lifted into the air. That was the last thing she remembered.

*****

The Tequila Kid was carrying the small girl over her shoulders like you would a lamb. They wouldn’t be able to travel very far — along with the girl, The Kid carried about a hundred pounds of gear. Luckily, The Kid knew of a water hole nearby. Once there, she could tend to the little girl and figure out what to do next.

It was dusk now as they made the small cluster of raised rocks and the spring, where a small pool of clear, cool water emptied into a lazy creek. The Kid put the girl down gently as she could, then unloaded her gear.

The Kid stretched out her bedroll by the water, placed the little girl on it, then removed the child’s tattered clothes. Once the girl was naked, the Kid figured she was maybe nine years old or so. She was small boned and had a fair complexion — not someone used to spending much time in the sun.

Fetching some water from the creek, The Kid tenderly washed the girl clean, then took some herbs from her saddle bag that she ground into a poultice and carefully applied to the child’s blisters, burns, and cuts. Finally, the Kid took a clean shirt from her saddle bag and dressed the sleeping girl in it. It hung like a dress on the small child, and The Kid had to roll the sleeves up so the girl would have her hands free.

Her work done, The Kid studied the girl, wondering how she’d ended up in the desert on her own, then shrugged. Reckon she’ll tell me soon enough… if she’s able to, anyhow.

The Kid did a quick patrol around their campsite, then lay down in the bed roll with the child and fell asleep.

At dawn, The Kid awoke. Rising and stretching, she stripped her clothes off and bathed in the small waterhole. It was about eight feet across, maybe twelve feet deep. The water was cold, but bracing, and it felt mighty good to scrub off the dust and grit of the badlands.

The little girl awoke to the sound of splashing water. Opening her eyes, she saw a beautiful naked woman come out of the water and stare at her.

The woman drew closer. “Well howdy there, Button. How bout some water?”

The woman helped the child sit up a little and gave her all the water she could drink from the canteen. “Feel any better?” she asked.

“You got no clothes on!” The girl exclaimed. Then, feeling foolish, she added, “Um, I feel awful.” Then her eyes widened. “You saved me! Oh, thank you, thank you. I don’t…” Then she blacked out, her body going limp.

The Kid laid the girl back down. “You rest now, Button,” she whispered.

Feeling strangely restless, The Kid busied herself by washing all her clothes, then laid them to dry on the rocks. She cleaned her guns, the Colts and the Winchester, then loaded the rifle, muttering curses because she had no bullets left for her six-shooters. The little girl dozed on in the heat of the day.

Later, The Kid came across a rattlesnake, about twenty feet away from the bedroll. Whipping the Bowie knife from her belt, she cocked her arm and threw it, spearing the snake’s head. She skinned the four-foot long rattler, then roasted the meat over a small fire, seasoning it as it cooked. Once it was done, she speared a chunk on her knife and devoured it, then continued to eat until she was full.

She cleaned the grease from her face in the spring, then filled her coffee pot with water and, with herbs and dried beans from her saddle bag, made soup with the rest of the snake meat.

The Kid dressed in dry clothes and packed the rest of her duds in her saddle bag, then sat down, patiently waiting for the girl to awaken. The child’s eyes fluttered open around dusk, and The Kid knelt beside her, propping her up. “Here, Button. Drink some of this.”

“What is it?” the little girl asked, staring at the golden liquid in the cup.

“Chicken soup.” The Tequila Kid answered, deciding that it was best to lie to the child about the ingredients.

The girl drank a little. “It’s the best thing I ever tasted,” she said.

“Drink all you can, Button. You need to build your strength back up.”

Puzzled, the child gazed up at The Kid. “How come you call me that?”

“Cause you’re as cute as a button… and cause I don’t know your name. Me, I’m the Tequila Kid. My friends just call me Kid.”

The little girl held her hand out and said, “I’m Arabella Elizabeth Hodgekiss. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Howdy.” The Kid took the child’s small hand in hers for a moment, then let it go, wondering what such a well-mannered little girl had been doing in the desert alone. The remains of the clothes she’d taken off the child before showed that she was well dressed, if not expensively so, and the softness of her hands made it clear that she’d never had to work for a living. Where’s her family got to? The Kid wondered.

She said, “Mind if I just call you Button for now? That name of yours is quite a mouthful for me.”

Arabella picked a chunk of meat from the mug and chewed it thoughtfully. “No, I don’t mind if you call me that, Kid.” She glanced down at the shirt that covered her. “What is this I’m wearing?”

“It’s one of my shirts. There weren’t enough of your clothes left to cover you proper. First I washed you up, though, and took care of your cuts and scrapes. You feel any better?”

“My head hurts some.” She paused, then added, “I saw you naked.”

The Kid grinned. “Well, that don’t bother me none. Hope it didn’t bother you.”

“No, it didn’t. I…” Some color came rushing to the girl’s fair young face. “I used to see my big sister naked. You’re even more pretty than she was.” Tears welled up in Arabella’s light brown eyes.

“Was?” the Kid asked gently. “Look here, Button — can you tell me how you ended up in the desert all by yourself?”

But Arabella began to cry and shiver. The Kid took the mug from her, quickly rinsed it in the creek and filled it with water, than went to her saddle bag and added some herbs to it from her medicinal pouch. The Kid got the girl to drink some of the mixture. Her sobbing stopped, then she fell into a deep, restful sleep.

Better get some shut-eye myself, The Kid decided, and lay next to the girl, soon dozing off.

*****

The Kid woke at daybreak. She bathed, dressed and made a small fire. Arabella awoke and looked around, confused at first. Then she saw The Tequila Kid, and smiled. “Good morning!”

“Hey, Button. Here, got somethin’ for you.” The Kid had heated the leftover soup in the coffee pot. Now she offered it to the girl for breakfast.

“Thanks, Kid. Sure smells good!” The child quickly gulped it all down.

The Kid washed the pot out and made coffee. After it brewed, she offered the girl a cup. “Do you have any sugar?” Arabella asked.

“Sorry, Button, I don’t.”

“That’s okay. I’ll still have some.”

The kid filled their cups, and they sipped their coffee in silence. “How’s your head this morning?” The Kid asked.

“Oh, I feel much better. Kinda weak, though.”

“It’ll take a spell to put you right. We’ll rest up here a few days, till you’re fit to travel.”

“Are you an Indian?”

The Kid considered the question. Arabella quickly added, “I don’t mean to be rude. I just… those marks on your chin.”

Pouring herself another cup of coffee, The Kid began to speak. “Well, here’s how that happened. I was maybe seven or so. My family was travelin’ west. A group of Yavapai braves came on us and wanted food. My Pa didn’t give ‘em any and told ‘em to git. Well, them Indians didn’t take too kindly to that. They killed my Pa, Ma, and brother, then they took me and my big sister as slaves.

“They was a mean tribe. The women and kids hit us and spit on us. They worked us hard and fed us scraps of food. We learned their language and got treated just a little better than the dogs. But not much. My sister would make me sing hymns with her while we worked, and that held some with ‘em, as they took it for strong medicine. Sometimes they’d even ask us to sing.

“We was there about a year when a woman from the Mojave tribe came to the camp. I don’t know why, but she took a shine to me and my sister, so she bought us from the Yavapai. Paid a lot, too. Three blankets, a horse, and beads. Me and my sister, we didn’t expect things to be any different. Thought we’d just be slaves for another tribe.

“Well, the Mojave took us in. Made us family to them. We learned their talk easy, as it weren’t much different than the Yavapai. They was a lot different than the Yavapai, though. Real good looking Indians. The men was all tall and well built. The women were the ones in charge of everything, and spoke their minds to the men.

“These marks on my chin are tattoos. All the Mojave women have ‘em. I felt like I was Mojave by then, since my whole family was gone ‘cept my big sister. I have tattoos on my upper arms too.”

There was a long silence, then Arabella said, “Thank you for telling me that, Kid.” She yawned. “Oh, me. I’m feelin’ sleepy again. I’m sorry I can’t stay awake more…”

“That’s okay, Button,” The Kid said. “Rest is what you need more than anything right now. You go to sleep.”

The Kid cleaned up the camp while Arabella dozed. Feeling hot and grimy, she decided to bathe once more. Stripping down, she stepped into the cool water.

When she emerged from the creek and saw that the girl was still asleep, she decided to take care of an itch she had. An itch that had to be rubbed a certain way. Ever since she’d found the young girl, the Kid had been feeling that itch.

She knelt on the ground, mostly facing away from Button. The Kid put her fingers between her legs and looked for what she called the little boy in the canoe. Once she found it, she began to pleasure herself.

*****

Moments earlier, Arabella woke up and saw the Kid swimming in the small waterhole. She pretended to be asleep, but kept her eyes on the Kid, hoping to see her naked again.

She got her wish. Her heart raced as the woman emerged, water dripping from her bare body.

Then something happened that thrilled the girl even more. The Kid got down on her knees, slipping a hand between her legs. Soon she was breathing hard, occasionally sighing with pleasure.

Arabella couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Not only was the Kid naked, she was doing what her big sister had showed her how to do. She’s diddling herself! the girl thought, her heart racing.

That was what her sister had called it, diddling. It was fun, just about the most fun a girl could have. Arabella’s sister had proved that to her, many times over. Arabella couldn’t see all of it, but she knew that was what The Kid was up to.

*****

The Kid worked herself up into a nice orgasm, quickly washed her groin and hands in the spring water, then put her clothes on. Soon after she was fully dressed, Arabella sat up and yawned.

“Well, now. Did you have a good nap, Button? How bout some lunch? I got a can of beans we can split.”

“That sounds good, Kid. Thank you.”

They ate the beans in silence. After that, Arabella slept some more. It was late afternoon when she awoke. She took a drink of water, then began to tell her story to The Kid.

Saddle up! And head on over to Chapter Two!

by Rachael Yukey

I woke up to sun streaming through the living room windows. I had shifted during the night so that I was sprawled across Julie with my head on her chest. Both of her arms were wrapped around me. I squinted at first in the bright light, but then my eyes cleared and fixed on Helen, who was sitting across the room in an easy chair, reading a paperback. My head jerked up in surprise. Helen caught the motion, lowered her book, and smiled at me.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said. “You two look cozy.”

I don’t know if it was my moving around or Helen’s voice, but Julie started to stir. I turned my head towards her, and she was blinking. Her eyes opened all the way, and I watched as they took in me almost on top of her and her grandmother in the chair. She unwrapped her arms from around me and pushed on my shoulders.

“Oof, Mal…” she said with a grunt. “You’re squishing me, you lumpus!”

We both giggled a little, and I rolled onto my back. It was warm in the room, and I pushed the covers off. I realized my nightgown had pulled up past my waist while I was sleeping, and I quickly pushed it down over my underwear. I knew I was blushing a little.

“It’s okay,” said Helen. “No one but us girls in here, you know.”

“Willie might come in the living room,” I reasoned.

“No, he won’t. He’s having coffee with my dad… Julie’s great grandpa. We usually go over there together Saturday mornings, but I stuck around today since you girls are here.” She got up, and came over alongside the bed. She breathed in deeply through her nose.

“Maybe you girls had better take a shower before you get dressed for the day,” she advised. Julie and I looked at each other guiltily.

“It sure can get sweaty under the covers!” said Julie, a little too quickly.

Helen smiled a sweet smile.

“Sure,” she said, “and sometimes girls at sleepovers have secret, special fun together after bedtime. I was a girl once, and had some very… um… special sleepovers with my friends, too. So! Why don’t you two go hop in the shower, and I’ll get these sheets thrown into the washing machine. Deal?”

We got ourselves out of bed, grabbed our overnight bags, and retreated into the bathroom. Once we were together under the hot spray, Julie leaned close and spoke in a low voice.

“I cannot believe that just happened!”

“Me, either,” I said. “Your grandma is the coolest ever though. Mine would have locked me up and thrown away the key if she’d noticed something like that. My mom too.”

“Do you really think she could smell it

“We both got pretty wet, and we didn’t wash up after, you know.”

“Yeah…”

We helped each other wash our hair and backs. It was a little arousing, but I pushed those feelings aside. Even without that, it felt good to touch her and care for her, and to be touched and cared for. We got out, toweled, and got into our clothes. When we left the bathroom we could smell bacon frying. Helen made us heaping plates of eggs, bacon, and hash browns. I ate every bite… I was starving.

After breakfast we got our coats and boots on, and hiked up across the field. Dry soybean stubble crunched under our feet. The fields on their farm are very hilly, and even I can tell that it’s not very good soil. Instead of a rich, dark black, it’s golden and sandy. But it doesn’t matter these days, I guess. My dad likes to say that the soil is just there to hold the plants up, and the fertilizer is what makes it grow.

We crested a largish hill with a long slope, and then I could see the woods they’d been talking about. Downhill a little ways, and we were in them. It dropped off pretty sharply once you got in there; a really steep downhill slope. I wasn’t really surprised. About the only place you see woods in farm country is places where it’s too hilly or too wet to drive tractors. This was too hilly and too wet; at the bottom of the hill was a lake.

It was pretty brambly and full of prickly pear, so we picked our way along some deer trails. There’s a lot of deer sign out there; the hunting must be pretty good. The deer trails were wide and easy to follow. The whole way Helen chattered cheerfully, pointing out wild plants that are edible or can be used for medicine. Most of what she was pointing to had dried up for the year, but she still knew what it was. It’s funny; most of the people that grew up on farms don’t know this stuff anymore, but Helen mostly lived in cities, until they retired, and she can tell you what almost everything out there is. I wonder where she learned it.

About two thirds of the way down the hill we found the tree that grew the mushrooms. There were seven of them growing in a stack on the trunk. The biggest was maybe ten inches across, and the smallest probably half that. The top one was already starting to separate from the tree on it’s own.

Helen knelt down and gently pried on it, with her fingers very close to the trunk of the tree. It broke off cleanly, and she handed it to me. It was still a little squishy, but I could tell it was already mostly dry. I put it into a bag we’d brought along for them.

“The ones below are bigger,” she told me. “It’ll be easier to pull them off without breaking them if I have help.”

I handed the bag to Julie, and knelt down alongside Helen. Using all four of our hands we were able to work the mushroom back and forth without flexing it too much, and it came off of the tree in one piece. I handed it to Julie.

We worked our way down to the bottom, which was the biggest, and managed to break them all off without damaging any of them. I took the bag back from Julie and slung it over my shoulder. Then Julie and Helen took me on a tour around the outside edge of the farm. The Hansons own 200 acres, which isn’t much these days. Their land is on both sides of the highway. A lot of it is swampy and hilly.

Willie was home by the time we got back, but he was in his office. Except that he doesn’t like people calling it an office! I guess it’s a “man cave”. He usually sits in there with the door open. It’s a small room full of workbenches and tools. But mostly when I walked past there, he was playing games on his computer. They looked like kind of bloody ones.

Lisa and Jason showed up just before lunch. We ate grilled ham and cheese sandwiches, and then went out to harvest the squash. The vegetable garden is high up on the hill towards the highway, right up by Jason’s sister Theresa’s house. Theresa came out to help us pick the squash. She works nights at a hospital about thirty miles away, which is why I hadn’t met her yet. She’s married, but her husband is in the Navy and nobody sees him much. She’s about twenty years old, and so far is the only person I’ve seen in Julie’s family who’s a little chubby. She has a round face with big dimples, and the same dark brown hair and eyes as Jason. When we rolled up to the garden with me and Julie riding in the bed of Jason’s pickup she stepped out of her house, walked across her lawn to the garden area, and was standing behind the truck as Julie and I hopped down off the tailgate. She swept Julie into a quick hug, then turned to me with a bright smile.

“You must be Mallory!” she said. “Julie has told me so much about you. Can I hug you?”

I was immediately taken with her. I opened my arms and stepped into her embrace. She’s short enough that my face pressed up against her sizable boobs, and it made me tingle a little.

Being a farm girl you’d think I’d have done this a thousand times, but nope. My mom hasn’t grown a vegetable garden since I was little. I wasn’t even sure I knew what winter squashes taste like; Mom doesn’t buy them at the store. There sure are a lot of different kinds! The Hansons grow a lot of squash, and in all different shapes and sizes. There were little cute stripey ones the size of a big man’s fist, and huge gray or green ones that Jason said would weigh in at thirty or forty pounds.

It was actually pretty fun. It was kind of like a treasure hunt! When the leaves and vines dried down it covered up a lot of the squash, and we’d just pull on the vines and dig under leaves until we found them. Some of the vines stretched over twenty feet! We’d find a squash, cut the stem off the vine with a little set of shears, and put it in one of the pickups. We had both Jason’s pickup and Willie’s and filled up both of them. Willie was there, but mostly sat in his truck. His knees hurt too much for him to do work that takes a lot of walking. Everyone hung close together and we all laughed and chatted. Theresa turned out to be one of the most cheerful and bubbly people I’ve ever met and was super-fun to be around.

After the pickups were loaded we drove back down the hill, with Julie and I on top of the squash in the back of Jason’s truck. Regular princesses of the squash truck, we were. We unloaded the squash from Willie’s truck into the basement, and then we all just sat in the living room and hung out. The adults drank coffee, and Julie and I had sodas. My parents don’t let me drink pop hardly ever, and Julie doesn’t get to very much either. When my family gets together the kids are either expected to disappear somewhere or sit super-quiet and not make a sound; here Julie and I were allowed to be a part of the conversation. Neither of us really talked all that much, but it was fun and made me feel really grown up.

We got packed up to leave around four. Jason and Lisa had left dinner in the crockpot, and wanted to get the truckload of squash into the house before we ate. Before we took off Helen, Julie and I went upstairs. Helen had found a cardboard box and we put all of the tree mushrooms into it, including the ones we’d picked that morning. I was going to leave those, but Helen insisted. Then Helen showed us the sewing she had done the night before while we were watching a movie by giving us each a Barbie doll! They were dressed in clothes made from the patterns Julie and I had picked out.

“Helen, you shouldn’t…” I started to say.

“Hush,” she told me. “This is what I do. I pick up used Barbies at farm auctions or at junk shops. Sometimes I get whole boxes of them for almost nothing. Then I make clothes for them and give them to girls. So please, take it. I want you to.”

“Thank you Helen,” I said, and hugged her. She hugged me back.

“One other thing,” she said. “Obviously you two are big enough that the living room isn’t the best place for… um… sleepover activities.”

I blushed, and Julie suddenly got very interested in her feet.

“Willie and I are in the middle of sealing and fixing up the basement,” she went on. “I’m thinking a foldout couch down there would be a good idea. Then next time you two come here overnight, you’ll have a little more privacy. Sound good?”

We both mumbled agreement, trying not to look at her. She seemed amused.

Downstairs we said our goodbyes and gave hugs, and then Julie and I piled into the backseat of Jason’s club cab Ford. We were disappointed that we couldn’t ride home in the back with the squash and Jason pointed out that when he was a kid that’s what would have happened, but it’s been illegal to ride in the bed of a pickup on the highway for a long time now. Maybe that’s best.

When we pulled up to Julie’s house, Jason backed the pickup into the garage. He almost never puts the vehicles in there, but the inside garage door is really close to the basement stairway.

Loading the squash into the basement didn’t take long. It’s the first time I’ve been down there. There’s two parts. The original part of the house has an old, crumbly looking poured concrete basement. There’s no basement under the west addition where the kitchen is, but the newest part of the house on the east side has a more modern looking concrete block basement. None of it is finished. Jason told me there were bedrooms in the newer part when they moved in, but everything was water damaged so he ripped it all out. He says sealing and finishing the basement is at the bottom of his list of things to do. There’s a root cellar in the older half of the basement, and it was already full of potatoes, carrots, and garlic. We added the squash to that.

Dinner was a roast in the crockpot with potatoes and carrots, and after we finished eating Jason said he needed to run down to the basement for a few minutes. Once he’d disappeared down the basement stairs, Lisa beckoned us to follow her into the living room. We sat on the couch together and she spoke in a low voice.

“Julie told me you two are going to visit with Megan Frost tomorrow, and what it’s really all about,” she said to me.

“I’m not even sure what it’s really all about,” I admitted.

“It doesn’t matter,” she replied. “I think it’s great that you girls have found someone close to your own age to talk with about this stuff! So have fun, and keep an open mind about new experiences. Okay?”

We both murmured agreement.

Jason and Julie drove me home. It’s the first time they’ve been to our farm, and I had to tell him where to go.

They helped me carry my stuff into the house, and Dad met us in the entryway. He and Jason shook hands, Jason asked him a question about the corn harvest, and while they talked farm stuff, Julie and I carried my stuff up to my room. I had the box of mushrooms, and Julie got my backpack and overnight bag. We dropped everything onto my bed, and then Julie gathered me into a hug. I put my arms around her and laid my head against her chest. She lowered her head and buried her face in my hair. Hugging is the wrong word for what we were doing; we were holding each other and it was the best feeling in the whole wide world.

“I wish you could stay with me tonight,” she whispered into my hair.

“I wish we were always together,” I said.

We parted, even though we didn’t want to. We went back downstairs and said our goodbyes. I almost told Julie I would see her tomorrow, but then remembered my dad standing right behind me. I stood on the porch and waved as Jason’s pickup rolled away, and they waved back.

As I entered the house I realized I hadn’t seen mom. I asked my dad if she was at the church, and he looked away.

“Your grandma is under the weather again,” he said, never once looking towards me. “Your mother is spending the night there to take care of her.”

Baloney, I thought. Grandma is the healthiest person I know. There must have been another blowout while I was gone.

Dad disappeared into his office. I wandered over to the piano. I kind of got lost in it, and kept playing until I heard the office door open. I realized with a start that it was after nine. I turned my head to look at my dad, and he looked funny. His cheeks were a little red, and he was kind of unsteady on his feet.

“Daddy?” I said, a little alarmed. I haven’t called him daddy in forever. “Are you all right?”

“Sure, fine.” he said. His words sounded blurry. As he walked past the piano I caught a whiff of something… something familiar. It took me a minute to place it. Dad looked and smelled like Uncle Louie did when he brought a bottle of whiskey to Grandpa’s funeral visitation! I hadn’t understood what was happening, except that everyone was really mad at Uncle Louie and my aunt Tammy had stuffed him into her car and gotten him out of there in a hurry. Later that evening my father had explained to me about drunkenness and told me it was a sin and I should really just avoid drinking alcohol entirely. But here he was, drunk. I was sure of it!

“Night, Mallory,” he said in that same blurry voice, and kind of stumbled off towards his bedroom. I closed the lid on the piano and got myself out of there.

By the time I took a shower and brushed my teeth it was late and I was super-tired, but so much had happened that I wanted to get it down in my diary. Now it’s almost midnight, but it’s okay because I don’t really need to start getting ready for church till 8:30 or so tomorrow morning. I’m also feeling kind of worked up thinking about going to Megan’s house tomorrow, so I guess I have one more thing to do before I sleep…

Onward to Chapter 10!

by J. R. Hartley

“I have a confession to make,” said Leia as she sat at Claire’s kitchen table.   It was late in the evening and the girls were already asleep upstairs.   They’d both just about drained their glasses of wine when it came up.

“Okay,” replied Claire, warily.

“You know I told you that I’ve had a back problem for a while, and it can get quite painful when it flares up, yeah?  Well, I found that having a massage every few months helped with the pain.”

“Sure, okay.”

“I tried a few places in town and they were okay, I guess — but I never really found a masseuse that I liked until I went to Stacey’s on the High Street.   There was a girl there called Sera, and she was amazing.  Anyway, she had a falling out with the owner and set up her own mobile business.”

“A mobile masseuse?”

“Yeah, well, she does beauty and hair treatments – all sorts.  She’s even got a mobile spray tan booth if that’s what you want, but her main thing is massage.  She can do them all;  deep tissue, sports, hot stone, Thai, everything.”

“Right,” said Claire, not really understanding where the confession was in all of this, but the green-eyed jealousy monster had definitely made an appearance in her head in anticipation.

Leia paused for a moment, then said,“Okay, here goes.   In the past, she’s seen me during the day while Molly is at school and things have been…. somewhat heated between us.  Most times we would start with the massage and then end up in bed together.  This was all before I got to know you, obviously.”

“Oh, okay,” said Claire.  As Leia continued, Claire realised that her jealousy had mostly eased with the admission that this was all in the past, but there was still something playing at the corners of her mind.

“It’s just that it’s been a little longer than I’d normally leave it, and I can feel my back tightening up a bit, so I was thinking about giving her a call — but I wanted to see how you felt about it.”

Claire felt a little bit of reluctance initially, but tried to be rational. She might feel envious of this Sera woman, but she couldn’t feel mad at Leia for relationships she’d had before they’d been together. It was an entirely reasonable request, and it would make Leia feel better, so it would be being of her to refuse it.

Having considered all this in a couple of seconds, she sighed and smiled sweetly at Leia.  “Of course, darling – that’s absolutely fine.  Maybe we can have a beauty session together some time as well?”

“Really? Oh wow, yes, that’d be great being pampered with you. Ah, honey, thank you.”

Leia leaned over to hug Claire and then asked if she wanted another drink.  After returning from the kitchen with a couple of glasses of wine, they started talking about their plans for the next few days, the meals they would eat and how they’d arrange to take the girls swimming and to their horse riding classes this week.

They finished off some other little jobs, just tidying the house before settling down to watch television for a little while.   Claire had found a movie online of a crackling fireplace and, using her phone, she cast it on to the big screen TV.  Both women just sat in silence, sipping a good wine and watching the flames ebb and flow as the logs gradually burnt down.

Leia found it quite meditative and she was in her happy place, but Claire’s mind was elsewhere.   Her interest had been piqued by Leia’s earlier confession.   The thought had danced around her head ever since, but she quickly realised it wasn’t really jealousy that was tugging at her.   She trusted Leia, and couldn’t blame her for enjoying herself in the past. Still, the thought continued to nag at her.

In fact, Claire realised that the idea was quite a turn on.  She took a sip.

“So tell me about her,” said Claire in a way which wasn’t exactly innocent.  She was pouting ever so slightly and Leia picked up on her love’s meaning even if it took a moment to realise who she was referring to.

Leia had realised before confessing that it might be a quite difficult conversation to hold, and had considered the different ways it could go. In the end, she’d decided to try making light of the whole topic by joking that she had been Leia’s “bea-ooty” call.

Sera was a little younger than them both at twenty-five years old, and a little curvier too, with large breasts for her frame.  She had ashen-coloured hair with a couple of stand-out bright blue streaks running through it, as if the big boobs and pretty smile didn’t draw enough attention. She always wore smoky gothic eye make-up, which Leia secretly loved on other girls — but she’d never mentioned that to Claire.  Although Leia could pull off the look herself, it never really suited Claire’s complexion.

After a little more prompting, the description turned to some of their previous encounters and Leia had to admit they were very enjoyable if a little…vanilla. The kinkiest thing she’d ever heard from Sera was that her sister had once bought her some fluffy handcuffs to wear in bed, but she hadn’t even tried them yet.

The sex, though, was really good — and Leia admitted that the girl knew how to go down.

Claire asked if she had any pictures of Sera. Leia flipped through her old galleries and found a couple of shots — Claire had to admit that, yes, she was really pretty.  Over the years, Sera’s hair had been a veritable rainbow of different colours in the photos, but always with the strong eye make-up.

There was another moment of quiet with just the crackling of the fire on the TV as the soundtrack.

“So tell me something,” she asked Leia.

“Sure.”

“If I say I didn’t mind, would you fuck her again?”

Leia was a little surprised by the question and quickly answered “no.” Claire was quietly reassured a little and smiled at the speed and firmness in which it was delivered.  That wasn’t quite what she meant though.

She took a deep breath. “What if I said I actually wanted you to?”

“What?”

“If I wanted you to fuck her, would you?” asked Claire. “I mean, I’m sitting here thinking about me being at work and doing my thing, trying to concentrate and all the while I know that you’re here getting eaten out by another woman.   I know you’re doing it, you know that I know and I’m very okay with it.  Weirdly, it’s like we’d be sharing that intimate moment even though I wouldn’t be there.  I’m thinking that’s damned hot.  I might even have to go to the bathroom and masturbate at the same time.”

A lop-sided smile.   Leia dipped her head so that her hair fell down slightly in front of her eyes and she was looking up through the lashes on her top eyelids at Claire.   “You naughty girl,” said Leia in a low voice.

“I’d like that….” said Claire, taking another sip.   “Will you set it up?”

*****

The next day, Leia had called up to arrange something and found she’d recently had a cancellation so the appointment was made for a couple of days ahead.  Leia felt a little embarrassed about having the massage at Claire’s so it was set to be at her old house in between the removals boxes.

The day came and after texting Claire all morning, there was a knock at the door.  Leia opened it with wet hair having just showered.

They talked for a while as Leia brewed them both a cup of tea and Sera set up her station.  The main item was a foldable table about 6 feet long with an imitation leather cover over a thick padded base, ideal for wiping up spilt massage oil.    As Leia fetched some towels from a cupboard, Sera took out various small bottles from her bag, offering a selection of oils.   She walked to the kitchen and having used it during previous visits said “Alexa, connect to Sera’s Phone”.

As the device attached to her phone she turned to Leia and asked “What do you fancy today then honey?   Whale music?  Jungle rain?  The beach?”

“I’m in the mood for the beach today I think,” replied Leia as she shucked off her dressing down leaving herself entirely naked. 

“I love it when you do that,” Sera said softly but with a big smile.

“I know,” replied Leia with a big grin as she climbed up on to the table and laid face down.

After they chose the mixture of oils together, Sera made up the concoction and poured a little into her hands to warm it up.   She touched Leia’s shoulders first and very gently started to move the oil around over her friend’s body until she was glistening.  

The soundtrack started off very quiet with a few small wave crashes against the shore but gradually they got louder and settled into a patter.   It was a very rhythmic, consistent sound and it was a favourite of most of Sera’s clients – she put it down to being similar to the sounds heard in the womb with the pulsing of blood around the body; people recognised and were attracted to it without understanding why.

She pressed and pushed on Leia’s skin, stretching here and there to work the muscles properly.   The main focus was the sore back but after a while her hands would stray further away, kneading her thighs and calves before heading back up to her neck and shoulder.

Like pretty much everyone, Leia’s own soundtrack was one of held breaths followed by long sighs as another knot was teased out of her muscles.  Sera’s hands travelled in small circles on her friend’s skin, gradually working down Leia’s sides and gently rubbing over her side-boob before continuing down past her hips and to the back of her knees again.

Leia’s mind turned to Claire and what she’d said a few days ago.  She smiled at the thought and while she knew that it would have been fine, Leia simply wasn’t feeling it.  The soreness in her back had vanished and she was basking in the absence of nagging pain for the first time in a week.

Sera was – as usual during these encounters – very horny.   She’d been touching this beautiful woman intimately and making her moan in pleasure…and occasionally pain too.   Over time they had wordlessly developed a system where Leia spreading her legs slightly would mean she wanted to have sex but that hadn’t happened today despite her best efforts.   Sera felt a little disappointed not to be taken upstairs by the stunning brunette but she consoled herself with the fleeting touch of side-boob. 

She left Leia on the bed for a few moments and re-capped her oils before starting to pack them away in her roll-case.   She wiped her hands on one of the towels, turned off the music on her phone and then came back to Leia again.   “I’ll leave you to come round for a few minutes hun, okay?   I’ll just nip to the loo – you know how the sound of water makes me need to pee”.

Leia laughed into the table as Sera went upstairs.

A minute later, Leia pushed herself off the table and reached over to put on her dressing down for modesty’s sake.   She felt glorious – so amazingly relaxed – and remembered she should be drinking lots of water which always helped her feel much better after a massage.  She’d read it might have been something to do with flushing out toxins or something.

She made her way to the kitchen and pulled one of the few unpacked glasses then filled it with cold water when suddenly she heard a very quiet sigh.

At first she couldn’t be sure if she was imagining it, or perhaps it was Sera upstairs.  Was she playing with herself?   No, there it was again, it was in this room.

*****

A few minutes later, Sera had indeed been playing with herself and she had brought herself to a quick orgasm while holding on to the side of the bathroom sink.  After composing herself, she flushed the toilet then started to wash her hands.

She made her way back downstairs and found Leia in the kitchen.  “So, would you like to make another appointment?” 

Leia grinned at her.   “You nasty slut.”

“Pardon me?”

“You’ve been wanking in that bathroom haven’t you?”

Sera flushed and smiled sheepishly.  Busted.   “I may have done.”

“You were quick though – you must have been really turned on,” said Leia.

“Well, you know what you do to me,” she said, flattering her hostess.

“Don’t fib.  I know full well it wasn’t me.   Or all me, at least.”

“What do you mean?” asked Sera.

In response, Leia took a step to the left, revealing a little more of the kitchen worktop behind her.  “What?” said Sera.  “What am I looking at?   Utensils hanging.  Coffee machine…. Oh shit,” she said as an ice-cold fear hit her.   “Alexa.”

“Alexa,” said Leia, still smiling wickedly.

“I… I…”  she was speechless.

“I heard the video you were playing on your phone.   You forgot to disconnect it.”

“Fuck!” said Sera

“I’ll say,” replied Sera.  “Eat your mum’s pussy, Bella.  Make her cum, Bella. Cum for your little girl, Ali.”

Sera said nothing, still in shock.

“…and if I’m not mistaken,” she continued, “your sister’s name is Alison and she has a daughter called Bella.   And that sounded a lot like you telling them what to do.”

“Oh fuck,” said Sera in her very quietest voice.

Leia’s reluctance to have sex had vanished.  “I think you should be getting on your knees right about now.  Come here,” said Leia as she took hold of the bottom corners of her gown and spread them, exposing her pussy fully.

Sera was still in shock but did exactly as she was asked and immediately started licking Leia.

“You watched a mother and her daughter have sex did you?” ask Leia, teasing her now.    Sera nodded.

“You filmed a little girl eating her mother’s cunt?” You’re a dirty family, you know that?  Dirty girls. Filthy fucking girls all of you.”

Like Claire, Sera really enjoyed how Leia’s nasty talk could turn her on but she was still in a state of shock.   She’s just been found out, this most terrible secret she couldn’t deny…but…. but the person who knew now seemed turned on by it.

“I thought you were a real vanilla girl who didn’t even want to try using handcuffs and there you are watching your sister fucking your niece.   You filthy fucking slut!” said Leia as she grabbed fistfuls of Sera’s hair to direct her tongue exactly where she wanted it.  “Let’s get your sexy little arse upstairs.”

They made their way to Leia’s bedroom and by the time they reached the bed, Sera had complied with Leia’s instruction.  She was naked and struggling slightly to hold all of her clothes in her arms.

She put the pile down on the dressing table chair and she turned to face Leia who launched immediately into a passionate kiss.   Both were already massively horny.   Sera knew the feeling of doing something taboo.   She knew the thrill of doing something she shouldn’t, of being thought of as nasty by someone else.   She also knew that she fancied the pants off this sexy brunette and having her hear this depraved video made her both embarrassed and excited in equal measure.

“…and there’s me thinking you were quite vanilla,” said Leia as they parted lips, “when all along you’re a big old nasty slut”.

Sera flashed the first fraction of a smile but was eager to know what came next.

“You’re a bad girl, are you?” said Leia.

Sera paused.  She looked at her client and nodded slightly.

“Let’s see how bad you are then,” said Leia.   She walked away behind Sera.  Hers was quite a tall bed anyway but it wasn’t quite hip height.   Still facing the bed she started to spread her legs as if doing the splits, then leaned forward so that her torso was on it.  The wide-spread legs mean she was on display like some kind of wild animal and it made her feel hot.

Sera came behind her and knelt down, awaiting the next instruction.

“You want to be a dirty bitch do you?  Well eat my fucking shithole you nasty little slut.”

Sera had previously been out with a guy who liked to be rimmed so she was quite happy tongue-fucking an arsehole, especially for this beautiful woman.  Without any hesitation she placed both hands on Leia’s arse cheeks and spread them wider so she could get her face in there.    With long, wet licks she slathered her saliva over her arsehole.

Leia was in a mini-heaven.   Since the very first time they’d slept together, she had realised just how long Sera’s tongue was.  She’d also immediately wondered how far inside her arsehole she could reach and now she was finding out.   Sera stiffened her tongue and then pushed deep into her, curling her tongue up as she did so.

“Mmmm, I can feel you inside me, you filthy bitch Sera.”

“Mmmmfuck, I love it when you call my name,” she replied, muffled by Leia’s arse.  As she continued to lick, one hand found its way to her own pussy while the other managed to play with Leia’s, causing the older woman to moan.

Orgasm after orgasm flowed between the two women and eventually they were nearly exhausted after their longest ever bout of love-making.  They hadn’t mentioned Ali and Bella since.

“Oh, I nearly forgot!” said Leia, jumping off the bed and going to a cupboard.  She slid open a draw and within it, pulled up the lid of a large box inside.   She rooted around for a moment or two then pulled out a pair of fluffy hand-cuffs with a similar pink fur effect to Sera’s own.  “That’s them!” Sera said, giggling.  

Leia rolled her eyes.  “These are joke cuffs, babe,” started Leia, pulling out two much more robust looking pairs.  “Do you want to try these?”

Sera’s eyes widened.   “Sure,” she replied, sounding anything but.

Leia pulled out a long piece of thin white rope which looked like a cut off piece of climbing rope. 

“The bed is too big to attach you in more than one corner so I’ll do your left hand <cli-cli-cli-cli-cli-click> to the bedframe here <cli-cli-cli-cli-cli-cli-click>,” as the handcuffs locked into place around her wrist, “then I’ll tie this arm to the other bedpost with the rope”.

After a few minutes the rope was in place and she was at Leia’s mercy.

“Now then Sera,” said Leia as she started to run her hands over her large breasts, “let’s hear more about your sister and her daughter.”

Sera was immediately quiet.

“So, how old is little Bella now?”

“She’s 15.”

“…and when was the video taken?”

“Last year” replied Sera, blushing with embarrassment.

“Interesting,” said Leia, pinching her nipples gently so it was much more pleasure than pain.   “…and how long had Bella been playing with you both?”

“I can’t remember,” said Sera quietly.

“Yes you can,” said Leia, twisting a nipple roughly and causing a yelp of pain.

“12!  She was 12 okay? Gaaaaahhhhhh” she sighed as the nipple was released which actually felt worse than the initial pinch.

“Ahh thank you darling” said Leia with a wicked smile.   “And how long has her mother been fucking her little girl?”

Sera took a moment to breath then remembered the pain on her nipples before quickly deciding to tell the truth.

“I honestly don’t know – it wasn’t long before I got involved.  She may have been 11 but I think probably 12.”

“I see,” said Leia, going back to long, languid strokes again on Sera’s gorgeous curves.  She thought for a moment while her fingers reached down to encircle her clit, then decided to toss the girl a bone: “That’s really fucking hot.”

“You think so?” said Sera, turned on but still very cautious.

“I know so.   So how did you feel having a 12 year old fucking you?  I bet that was amazing, huh?”

The combination Leia’s words, her fingers on her clitoris and her body being tied up like this meant she was very happy to he’d pretty much confess everything.

“It really was.   It was so hot seeing her like that.   My sister was watching on the bed right next to me and she held both of our hands while I laid down between her skinny little legs and licked her pussy.  It was …the most…..just…..”

“I can imagine,” said Leia, smiling gently.   “Thank you for telling me that.  I really liked that Sera – hearing about you with a little girl like that.”

“So did I!” she replied, giggling slightly.

“I think you deserve a treat as your final cum, don’t you?”

“Well, that’d be rather lovely,” Sera replied.

Leia left the bed for a moment and wondered over to the pile of clothes on the chair, picking up Sera’s knickers.   She took them back and stuffed them gently into Sera’s mouth then kissed her.   Leia scooted down the bed and concentrated on her pussy again.

She teased Sera with her tongue and mouth – sucking, licking and biting gently and it wasn’t long before an orgasm had been coaxed almost to the surface.   Leia stopped before sending Sera over the top though and started talking to her again.

“You licked that Bella’s pussy, did you?”

“Mmmhmmm”

“And did she lick yours as well?”

“Mmmhmmm” replied Sera after a little pause.

“Did you like having your niece eat your wet cunt?”

“mmmmmmmmfmmmmmmmm” said Sera, moaning deeply through her own knickers as she pictured it again.

Leia moved around the bed.   She re-arranged the pillows so that Sera had something to hold her head up but so that she could kneel almost above her.  Sera looked straight up and could see Leia’s tight little pussy and then past that, up to that beautiful smile looking down at her.

Sera started to move her jaw, indicating that she desperately wanted to spit out the knickers and fasten her mouth to Leia’s pussy but she was told to wait.  Leia reached down and gave Sera a close-up view of two fingers slowly caressing the clit mere inches from Sera’s face.

“Molly?” called Leia.   “Can you come here please honey?”

A look of horror crossed Sera’s face.  After initially trying to free her hands, she quickly realised that was useless so instead she tried to curl herself up into a ball to minimise her embarrassment and exposure to Leia’s daughter.

As the young girl entered the room, she smiled.   She’d been listening from outside the door for a few minutes, having gotten home from school.   “Hello Mummy.  Hi Sera.”

“Oh my God!  Oh my God!” said Sera in her muffled voice, her eyes shut tight with a feeling of dread.

“Sera, you filthy little slut.   Watch.”                                                                                                          

The younger woman lifted her eyes but kept her body tightly curled up.   She then looked down at Molly who was still in her school uniform.   A little red jumper with the school logo on it, a black skirt and black tights for warmth.  Molly climbed up on the bed and suddenly Sera felt the little girl’s body pressing down on top of hers with her right breast being grabbed by Molly’s small hand.

She looked down in total shock as this pretty young girl grasped her breast.   

“Nuh-uh,” said Molly, gently touching Sera’s chin and guiding her head backwards again so she could see straight up.   “Watch.” said Molly.

Sera felt the little girl inch forward and her eyes opened wide as Molly reached out her tongue and lapped at her own mother’s clit.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” groaned Sera as this glorious sight unfolded right in front of her face.   This incredible, sexy, gorgeous woman having her own young daughter licking her like this.  After another 20 or 30 seconds, Leia instructed Molly to lick Sera now and she was only too happy to oblige.   The young girl scooted down the bed and gently re-arranged the tied up woman so her knees were spread and up in the air.

Sera looked down as Leia leaned forward, reaching down and spreading her friend’s pussy lips.  Molly took advantage and her little tongue snaked all over Sera’s soaked pussy as Leia moved down to lie next to Sera.   She even helped stuff another pillow underneath her head so Sera could properly watch.

“This is an afternoon of firsts, isn’t it” said Leia, giggling.    “First time for bondage, first time you’ve confessed to someone about fucking your underage niece, first time you’ve had your sexy cunt eaten by a 9 year old.   You’re quite the little whore aren’t you Sera.”

“Look at her pretty little face, Sera,” Leia continued as her daughter licked.   “That little girl tongue munching on your cunt like that.”

Sera looked down again and saw the little girl’s face between her thighs.  She felt that incredibly talented, well-trained tongue while her mother whispered in her ear.   It couldn’t last long and Sera came hard, jerking her pussy off the bed as her whole body spasmed in pleasure.

by J. R. Hartley

Claire’s legs were shaking. She had to reach out to grab the frame of the door to prevent herself from falling on top of Leia. She couldn’t take her eyes off her daughter Jessica as she regained her breath and her balance, searching her daughter’s face for a reaction.

Leia had fallen back to sit on the floor just inside the room, panting gently and trying to clean Claire’s cum from her face using a combination of her hands and tongue. The thought crossed her mind that she must look like a cat trying to wash herself, and she smiled while waiting for either Jessica or Claire to say anything.

In the end, Molly broke the silence.

“Well, that was fucking hot, watching my mummy eat your mummy’s cunt — wasn’t it, Jess?”

Jessica grinned. “Fuck yes!” she replied, realising the freedom she’d just gained to use such nasty words, milking it as much as she could. “Watching those two sluts cum like that was crazy hot. I loved seeing your mum’s tongue in my mum’s cunt.”

Claire knew she should probably scold the girl, but realised she had no desire to do so. Dirty talk turned her on like crazy, and having her own daughter talk nasty to her like that made her shiver all over again.

With Claire still holding on to the door frame, Leia hauled herself off the floor, then crawled over to the bed to join the two girls. The idea of being a cat struck her again as she advanced, slinking her way slowly across the bed to Molly and Jessica. She climbed between them with a sexy little smile and looked from one to the other. She kissed her daughter’s cheek first, saying tenderly, “You both looked amazing together – how beautiful you are.”

The girls smiled, and Leia turned to Jess, kissing her cheek as well, then pulled back a little and looked into the ten-year-old’s eyes. For a moment, Jessica wasn’t sure if this sexy woman was going to try and kiss her for real, but then Leia smiled. She whispered, “Your mummy is waiting for you, Jessica. She’s been waiting for you for a very long time…”

Jessica smiled excitedly. She leaned in and kissed Leia on the cheek again before turning to face her mother. Claire was still standing in the doorway, still holding a breast in one hand and the door frame in the other. Jess swung her legs down onto the floor. Her legs weren’t quite long enough to reach, so she had to shuffle forward a little and tip herself off once she was perched on the edge.

Molly and Leia watched as she pushed herself to her feet, her little body almost glowing a pale blue colour in the moonlight. She walked slowly over to her mother, then stepped in close, put both hands on her mother’s hips and looked up into her eyes. Leia stared, fascinated as this little girl took charge — it seems Molly had been teaching her well. She’d definitely paid attention when Molly explained the power of dirty talk, and was keen to show what a fast learner she was.

“Mummy,” she said slowly, but with a big smile on her face. “I’m going to go down on you now. I’m going to kneel on the floor and eat your cunt, Mummy. Would you like that, Mummy? Would you like your little girl to eat your cunt?”

Claire’s hand shot over her mouth again, afraid that she might yelp in pleasure. Every fibre of her was pleading Yes! but she was still caught up in a shocked, confused silence.

Jess smiled. She dropped to her knees and paused for a moment, gazing directly at her mother’s sex, which was still swollen and open from Leia’s tongue. Claire looked down at her baby girl, naked and knelt at her feet. She looked down at the girl’s little fingers, as Jess spread them out wide and placed them gently on her mother’s naked thighs before glancing upwards for one final confirmation.

Claire could only whisper, “Oh my God,” as she watched Jess slowly lean forward. This was no gentle, subtle caress of Mummy’s pussy lips. There was no pause to gently blow on her, to tease. Instead, Jessica attached her mouth to her mother’s cunt straight away, then she pushed her tongue as far as she could into Claire.

Claire felt shaky as she stared down at this little girl, her own daughter between her thighs. It had been a fantasy for so long, and now here she was – it was really happening.

Again Jessica looked up and Claire nearly melted – her beautiful daughter’s eyes were bright and happy, looking back up at her as the child tongued her pussy. Jessica was feasting now. Her mouth was stretched as wide as it could go, trying to envelope her mother’s entire slit while still using her tongue – she was licking inside her mother as deeply as she could and had instantly fallen in love with the familiar taste.

Any fleeting concerns that she wasn’t doing it right were immediately dismissed with the whimpering and whispered words from her mother’s mouth. “Oh God, Jess,” Claire whispered.  “Jess. My baby. Oh fuck, yes. My beautiful girl, yes.”

Jessica grinned as she felt her mother’s hand rest on the top of her head, first smoothing her hair, then cupping the back of her skull and gently guiding her daughter’s face into her crotch.

Leia and Molly were on the bed, running their hands over each other’s bodies and simply watching this incredible, incestuous coupling happen for the first time. It definitely wouldn’t be the last.

Within a couple of minutes, Claire felt on the verge of a second orgasm. She tried her best to delay the feeling as she wanted this moment to last forever – her child’s tongue in her pussy. For some reason, the old male trick of trying to distract yourself mentally popped into her head, and she started to recite the 13 times table. 13, 26, 39…

“Cum for me, Mummy.”

That did it. Claire’s orgasm burst on her daughter’s tongue.

Molly and Leia watched on, fascinated. They’d both stayed silent, wanting to witness this astonishingly emotional and tender act, but without wishing to play a part. This would be something that Claire and Jessica would always remember as being just the two of them.

After recovering sufficiently, Claire crouched down to the floor to face her kneeling daughter. She took Jessica’s face in her hands, kissing her daughter on the lips, saying her name over and over. Jessica kissed her right back, gently mewing “Mummy,” in turn. They started with single quick pecks on the lips, but quickly grew into long, passionate kisses. Eventually they parted and looked deep into each other’s eyes. Claire’s were wet with happy tears. For a moment, Jessica felt like she might join innd start crying with happiness herself, but she noticed her mum’s eyes flicking to the bed.

She smiled at Leia and Molly, silently thanking them for letting her have that moment. That same action helped Jess regain her composure, and she realised that they were only just beginning. She kissed her mother again, then stood up. Claire was still crouched down and now her daughter was towering above her.

Jess looked down at her mum, still crouched on the floor, and held out her hand which Claire quickly grasped. “Come to bed, Mummy, “she said, pulling gently. Claire followed.

The room was the second biggest bedroom in the house, and they’d brought some of the furniture with them from their previous home. Jess had originally slept in a single child’s bed, but it looked ridiculous in the room so Claire had replaced it with a king-sized bed she had. It was a wooden construction with large carved legs and a small oak headboard that on its own had cost well over £2000, but it was usually almost entirely hidden with a mountain of pillows. It was on those pillows that Leia now reclined, caressing Molly as they watched Claire and her daughter walk towards them, still partly in dreamland.

Jessica took charge again and showed her mum exactly where to sit, two thirds of the way down the bed. She took up her own position and laid down flat on her back on the pillows as if she were going to sleep. A chaste, innocent ten-year-old naked girl with the knees of her skinny little legs held together, as she’d always been taught. She then grinned at Claire, raised her knees off the bed slightly and spread them as wide as she could. “Eat me, Mummy.”

Claire took a deep breath, unable to believe that anyone could turn from ingenue to slut inside two seconds, much less her own little girl. She’d always thought that the brain was the most important sex organ, and now every synapse of hers was singing as she slowly lowered herself down on the bed. Her daughter’s tight little pencil slit was right there in front of her face and without a second thought, she dipped down and ran her tongue over it.

Gradually the pressure from her tongue helped to gently ease those lips further apart, and she was able to push her tongue inside. She was doing it, this most taboo, illicit, incestuous act with her own daughter. She was eating her little girl’s pussy. The thought travelled from brain to clit and back again – part of her wanted to masturbate wildly, but she knew she would be orgasming in seconds anyhow.

Instead, she focused on her every sense in that moment. The taste, the scent, the pressure of Jess’ thighs squeezing on her cheeks and oh wow, the view. She looked up over her flat belly and chest to Jess’ beautiful face, now twisted into absolute bliss. Each moment was being indelibly marked in Claire’s brain, but best of all were the sounds.

The little whimpers, the sharp intakes and long exhalations of breath, the moans and the little quivers were driving Claire wild. The more Jess made these little noises, the more Claire was determined to elicit them from her.

With her right index finger she started playing with Jess’ pussy, running it round and round inside her pussy lips and on the border of her vagina, while her tongue concentrated up around the clitoris. She pushed her fingertip inside, and this was enough to set her daughter off.

As Claire pushed the finger in deeper, allowing the ten-year-old’s cunt to grasp at it, Jess started to moan out loud. “Oh God, Mum. Oh shit. Mummy, don’t stop. Fuck! Mummy! I’m going to cum, Mummy. Make me cum, Mummy. I’ve wanted this so long. Make me fucking cum Mummmyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaa,” she yelled as her orgasm overtook her, causing her whole body to tense up.

Claire lifted Jess’ leg out of the way, then rolled the girl onto her back.

“Oh, fuck,” she said in her quiet voice. “We did it. I can’t believe we did it. Oh, Jessica. That was so fucking hot, baby, I can’t believe it. You’ve no idea.”

“I love you, Mummy,” was the simple reply.

Claire crawled up the bed and gave her daughter a hug, telling her that she loved her too, more than anything in the whole world.

Jess wasn’t done yet, though. “I want to do it again.”

With that, she quickly crawled down the bed, swapping places with her mother. Leia and Molly felt more comfortable joining in, now that mother and daughter had given each other orgasms. Molly quickly copied her best friend by crawling in between her own mother’s legs.

Jess saw what was happening and was fascinated to watch. Molly had told her all about playing with her mum and she wanted to see – and the nine-year-old was happy to oblige. Molly quickly dipped her head and ran her tongue into her mother’s pussy – the first that Leia had felt that evening – before pushing herself up again. She leant over to Jessica and their lips met in a full-on kiss for a while.

As they parted, Molly grinned: “Can you taste my mummy’s pussy, Jess?”

When Jess giggled and said that she could, Molly teased her with saying that she could taste it direct from the source before the night is over. They both turned and grinned mischievously at their mothers who were smiling widely.

“You naughty little sluts!” said Claire, almost laughing.

“You fucking love it,” replied Molly with a big smile before both girls dropped and started to lick in earnest.

Leia was immensely turned on. Having her little girl eat her out was always the most incredible feeling, but then having so many bonus turn-ons was almost too much to cope with. Watching her lover orgasm on someone else’s tongue was a twisted turn-on she’d always had, and for that tongue to belong to her own ten-year-old daughter was just the icing on the cake.

She knew that Claire loved it when Leia talked dirty, and the act had a similar effect on her. Having someone talk dirty, in the right way, at the right time and at the right intensity was one of her biggest turn-ons, and while she’d have preferred someone else to do it, she was quite happy in narrating it herself.

“Fuck, Claire,” she started. “Look at us both, lying here. With our legs spread. And our little girls laid between our thighs.”

She started to emphasise certain words which she knew would turn her lover on, indirectly teaching Molly and Jess how to do it.

“Our little girls. Look at their beautiful faces as they lick their mummies’ cunts. Look how sexy they are…. how horny they are, the dirty little fuckers.”

Claire was writhing in the bed; having her daughter eat her out again for only the second time was driving her wild, but Leia’s soundtrack added another dimension entirely.

“Look in Jess’ dressing table mirror,” said Leia, pointing at it with a nod of her head. Claire turned to look over at the wall where the mirror was.

“Look how small your little girl is. Look how tiny her sexy little body is, between your thighs. Look at her small her legs are, all curled up at the knees.”

Claire was mesmerised.

“That beautiful face. Your little girl. Your own child, eating your pussy. Oh, fuck, and my darling little girl too. That’s it Molly, eat Mummy’s pussy, baby.”

Claire glanced across and saw Molly licking excitedly at her mother’s clit. Jess had done the same and was trying to copy everything her more experienced friend did. They both focused in on their mothers’ clits and when Molly realised what was happening, she tucked her knees up underneath her, making herself look even smaller in the bed. She looked across as Jessica assumed the same position. “Now spread your legs a little bit,” she said, directing Jess. “That’s it. Now, play with your sexy little kittycunt.”

Ten little fingers played in two little cunts while the girls pleasured their mothers.

Molly looked up to Leia with a wicked grin. “Put your legs up, Mum,” she said. Leia obliged and lifted her knees up towards her chest while at the same time reaching up to hold on to the soft spot on the back of her legs. Claire copied her and the two women were both bent nearly double.

Molly glanced across and saw that Jess was hesitating, not understanding what was happening next. “You want to be a bad girl, Jess?”

Molly moved her head forward as if she was going to lick her mother’s clit and all three of the others watched in anticipation. Leia knew exactly what was going to happen as she’d taught Molly this early on. Just before she was about to lick she dropped her head towards her mum’s vagina and stuck her tongue out as far as she could, ready to tongue fuck her.

Jess was copying her friend’s actions and held her tongue out stiffly as well but Molly wasn’t finished. She lowered her head once more and then with a long, wet lick, ran her tongue slowly over her mother’s arsehole.

Leia moaned and pulled her legs even wider, spreading her cheeks at the same time. Jess pulled her head up and leant over to look closer. “Are you licking her bum?” she asked incredulously.

“Fuck yes, she is,” replied Leia on Molly’s behalf.

“Oh, I’ve got to try that!” replied Jess and regained her placed on the bed between her mother’s thighs. Without any hesitation she copied Molly’s actions and started to lick all around Claire’s arsehole.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Claire cried in a shaky voice as she felt her daughter’s tongue licking her there. It was no time at all before that same tongue was pushed inside her, reaching as far as she could inside her mother as Molly did the same.

Claire looked down and saw the top of her daughter’s head between her thighs. She revelled in the feeling of Jessica’s inexperienced tongue deep inside her arsehole, but as Leia well knew, this position had a few other benefits – in addition to the deliciously addictive feeling of her little girl’s tongue in her arse, Jessica’s nose was also pushed into her mum’s vagina — and at times, her forehead mashed against her clit, too.

Molly instructed Jess to push two fingers into Claire’s pussy while they continued their anal ministrations, and it wasn’t long before she sensed that the women’s orgasms were getting close.

Without warning, Molly pulled the fingers from her mother’s pussy and pulled her face back a little, too. Leia’s arsehole was now gaping slightly from her daughter’s talented tongue and she used this to her advantage – her well lubricated fingers slid straight into her mum’s well lubricated arsehole. Leia groaned loudly, making Jess realise that something had changed.

She quickly copied her friend’s movements — and Claire yelped at the unexpected intrusion before quickly realising how pleasurable it was having two of her daughter’s fingers pushed deep inside her arsehole.

Molly grinned over at Jess, and together they started to finger fuck their mothers in unison.

“You’ve just been eating your mum’s dirty little arsehole,” she said to Jess, causing another ripple of pleasure to surge through Claire and her daughter. “Jess? Kiss me…” she whispered.

The two girls leaned in together and kissed deeply. Leia and Claire watched as the two little sluts kissed, their tongues dancing together as they continued to finger fuck their mothers. Leia couldn’t take it any more – this was turning her on massively, knowing these two naughty little girls were each trying to taste the arseholes of each other’s mother so wantonly. She reached down and started rubbing her clit. Claire again followed suit and started masturbating as well, while watching their daughters make out like this just beyond their intertwined legs.

Leia’s comment of, “Yes, fuck my arse, Molly,” was all it took for Claire to start convulsing hard, squeezing Jess’ fingers inside her tight rectum. That triggered Leia’s first orgasm of the night — and she started shaking on the bed, her hips shivering in pleasure. Molly and Jess had stopped kissing to watch how the orgasms affected both women differently.

Gradually their climaxes ebbed away, and both Claire and Leia came back to their senses, looking at these two naked girls in front of them. Leia’s mind was whirring, trying to work out what she wanted to do next. Would the girls want to switch and have their arses played with? Maybe they could swap daughters and she could make Jess come on her tongue or fingers. Perhaps they could make a daisy chain with all four of them at the same time.

A single, simple thing turned the evening’s direction entirely. Both Claire and Leia spotted it. Jessica had stifled a little yawn.

Leia stopped, smiling softly as her maternal instincts took over. She was craving orgasms now and knew that Claire would be feeling just the same, but they both immediately realised that the girls were worn out. The women would head back to their bedroom and would make love with whispered remembrances over the next couple of hours, but they’d be without Jess and Molly.

“Time for bed, girls,” said Claire gently.

Although they both tried to resist, the youngsters didn’t put up much of a struggle. Leia got off the bed and found the nighties that had been discarded earlier and tossed them over to the girls before kissing them both goodnight. Claire did the same. They took a few moments to pick up their own strewn clothes, then made it to the doorway before looking back.

Both girls were already settled in their shared bed – Jess even had her eyes closed, a happy smile on her face.

This way to Chapter Seven!

by J. R. Hartley

Three days later, Leia and Claire went for a walk in the hills they could see from their bedroom window. They’d both dressed lightly for the summer weather and took a small picnic in the backpacks they carried with them.

When they reached the top, they ignored the few picnic benches and instead decided to decamp on some grass underneath a nearby tree’s shade. They laid out their lunch and started tucking in, then sat for a while talking about nothing in particular, merely enjoying each other’s company.

The picnic area eventually cleared out and they had the whole place to themselves with the exception of a couple walking their dog, a boxer. They’d stopped for a moment on the other side of the clearing, but were just passing through and would be gone soon. Claire and Leia watched as the walkers got a large bottle of water and a bowl from out of their backpacks and gave the animal some much needed hydration.

“Hot dog!” said Claire, making an awful pun and forcing a groan from Leia.

Claire mentioned how she liked that type of dog and asked if Leia had a favourite breed too.

“I like the King Charles spaniels,” she replied, “but I do have a funny story about a boxer, actually.”

“Go on.”

“Let’s let these people go past first,” said Leia in a slightly hushed voice, immediately catching Claire’s attention as something more interesting than small-talk. They waited for a few minutes more, talking about nothing in particular while eagerly watching for movement from the walkers.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Claire scanned the rest of the area and found no-one else around. She looked eagerly at Leia, waiting to hear her story.

“Well, when Molly was about six or seven — she was seven, I think — we borrowed one of them.”

“You borrowed a dog?” asked Claire, confused.

“Well, not borrowed. I happened to mention to a friend that I was thinking about getting a dog. You know, single mum, young daughter, empty house and all that. I thought that might be a good idea. So anyway, my friend was going off on holiday for a couple of weeks and rather than putting the dog in some kennels, she asked me if I wanted to look after it to get a taster, really.

“It was a boxer, as you probably guessed. We took it out on a walk one day and Molly had a sit down in a clearing while I threw a ball back and forth for this dog for ages. She was completely nutty and just kept bounding off after this ball, then bringing it back for me to throw again.

“Anyway, after a while this dog is tired out, so I give it some water and we start walking back down this quiet pathway. There’s no-one around. Out of nowhere, Molly said she felt like being bad. While I’d been throwing the ball, she’d apparently been sitting there, secretly rubbing the bottom of a bottle of water against her clit and making herself feel very naughty. The idea turned me on a bit, but there was no way I was going to do anything like that out in the open.”

“Two minutes later, she asked me to pick her up for a minute, which I could still just about manage by that stage. She looked around and then leaned in to kiss me, right there in the woods. I was stood there, carrying my little seven-year-old child, and she was giving me a full on kiss. Really slow, gentle kissing with lots of tongue.”

“Oh, wow,” said Claire, picturing it.

“So of course, after a few seconds of holding her in my arms and being kissed by Molly, that starts to make me reconsider. That feeling grows when my little girl moves round and kissed my ear then whispers, ‘Eat me, Mummy,’ like a proper little slut.”

“Oh, Jesus!” said Claire, immediately turned on.

“The thing is, we’re right there on the path. I look around and a little way back from this walkway, maybe twenty feet or so, there are some shrubs and small trees nearby and a little space in the middle of it all that we can just about fit through. I tied the dog up outside this little copse and we ducked inside, where we found some branches at a good height for her to kind of part sit, part lie on.

“We start kissing again, trying to be as quiet as possible, but I’m now as hot as hell with the idea of getting caught adding to it all. Not long later, I’m crouched down on the leaf litter while she’s in this tree. I’m licking her pussy and pushing a finger into her arsehole, and she’s trying not to scream in pleasure. She’s got her hands on the back of my head, pulling me into her and I’m trying to rub myself through my dress and just devouring her, you know?

“Suddenly, a man back out on the pathway yells out, ‘Hello? Whose dog is this?’ and we absolutely crap ourselves!”

“Oh my God!” said Claire, enthralled.

“Molly jumps down, scratching her bottom on the branch, then she’s trying desperately to get herself dressed again while I have to shout back to this guy to stop him coming in.”

“What on earth did you say?” asked Claire.

“I yelled out that it was mine and I would just be a few seconds. He then shouts back to ask if everything’s okay, and I have to tell him that my little girl Molly needed to use the bathroom desperately. I honestly don’t know how we made ourselves look presentable in those few seconds, but we did it somehow. Once he saw that we were coming out and everything was okay, he smiled and waved then carried on walking, back the way we’d come thankfully. We couldn’t stop laughing for the rest of the day.”

Claire clapped her hands together and rolled onto her back, laughing at the absurd situation and picturing their faces at the moment the man yelled at them. “Oh that’s brilliant! That’s so lucky, though, can you imagine if he’d seen you?” she asked, looking at Leia.

After laughing about it together, Leia added that she’d given the dog back when her friends came back home from their holiday.

“I think it was the right thing to do, but we did miss her. I realised that she’d need walking a couple of times a day and I didn’t think it a great idea for the three of us to go wandering around the streets at night, especially in winter.”

“Ah, of course.”

“Anyway, speaking of home, it’s probably time for us to pack up.”

A few hours later, they were back at Claire’s, getting everyone ready for bed. The girls had brushed their teeth in the upstairs bathroom and for once they’d even managed not to spit out their toothpaste so that it covered the entire sink and half of the mirror – a frequent hazard with two mischievous girls brushing their teeth together.

Leia and Claire had stayed downstairs for a while and were reminiscing about the walk and the beautiful woods they’d wandered through. They’d watched some trashy TV show for a bit and entertained themselves with some catty remarks about the contestants before deciding to head upstairs themselves.

Like most other things in their lives, their night time routines intertwined neatly. Leia went to get her hairbrush out and sat on the end of the bed while Claire headed for the bathroom first. Leia counted each stroke up to 100, loving the taut pull of the brush on her head. She had already removed her make-up earlier in the evening, and was just finishing putting moisturiser on when Claire came back in the room.

She closed the door quietly behind her and said “You’re bloody stunning, you are,” as she passed Leia, letting her hand drag gently across the upper part of her friend’s chest.

“So are you, my love,” said Leia, grinning as she reached out to run her hand down Claire’s arm. She stood and gave her a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. Claire copied her lover’s hair-brushing and moisturising process, then climbed into bed, waiting for Leia’s return.

The next thing she knew, Leia was leaning over her, pressing a finger to her lips. Claire had awakened with a start, having dropped off to sleep in a few moments. Leia could tell that she was confused as to what was happening.

“Where have you been?” Claire whispered.

“I was in the bathroom and I’d brushed my teeth and everything, and thought I’d play a quick game on my phone. I ended up sitting on the bath and I must have been there for about fifteen or twenty minutes.”

“Huh? What?” said Claire, still confused.

“I have something I need to show you, but you need to be completely silent, okay? Do you think you can do that?”

“I guess so, yeah, okay.”

Leia helped her out of bed, and they crept down the hallway to Jessica’s room. When Claire realised what was happening, her mouth dropped wide open and she grabbed Leia’s arm tightly. Leia simply smiled back at her in the near-dark.

There was a little more light coming from inside Jessica’s bedroom, thanks to the bright moon outside, but it was quite difficult to see at first. She stood in the doorway and peered through into the room while Claire took up position directly behind her.

As their eyes adjusted they could see more.

Ten-year-old Jessica and nine-year-old Molly were both lying in Jess’s bed, completely naked. They were wrapped in each other’s arms with their bodies pressed together. The bedclothes had been messily pushed down the bed, which allowed the two mothers an unrestricted view on their little girls’ intimacy.

Leia reached around behind her and lightly gripped Claire’s right leg as they watched. She could feel the blonde’s hands on her shoulders at the same time. Without uttering a word, each knew that they needed to be touching one other at that moment.

They watched as the two girls slowly, passionately kissed. Leia knew that Molly could kiss really well, having taught her how, but watching Jessica kiss for the first time was incredible. She could already feel major stirrings inside.

Claire, meanwhile, was jelly.

Molly was lying slightly on top of her friend, and the women watched as she slowly started kissing down Jessica’s neck to her collarbone. The ten-year-old arched her back a little, instinctively pushing her chest out toward her friend, who obliged very willingly. She kissed down to her nipples and gently licked all around them, then took one between her pursed lips and sucked softly.

Jessica made a mewing noise as her friend played with her chest, her fingers slowly running up and down Molly’s back and into her hair. Molly kept kissing and sucking, alternating between her nipples and then licking back up to her friend’s neck again before they kissed once more. She completed the triangle a few more times, allowing her fingers to wander down over Jess’s body at the same time. Little fingers found her belly button, circling it slowly before sliding gently downwards.

The women watched spellbound as Jess spread her legs and allowed Molly’s fingers to dance on her clit. She moaned softly, “Aahhhhh fuuuuuck,” causing Claire to grip Leia’s shoulders tighter for a few moments, mimicking the clench she felt in her own stomach from this astonishing spectacle, the sound of her little girl saying something so naughty.

Their eyes fully acclimatised now, they could see everything on the bed. Every limb, every stroke, kiss and caress. Claire started to gently run her hands over Leia while they stood in the doorway; Leia reciprocated.

After a few minutes, Molly took her fingers out of Jessica’s pussy and brought them up to her own mouth. She looked at her friend and pushed them between her lips, sucking on them conspicuously for Jessica, who reacted with wide-open eyes.

“Where did you learn that?” she whispered as Molly’s hands travelled south again.

“My mummy showed me.”

“Fucking hell! You play like this with your mum?” Jess asked. When Molly nodded, she could only reply, “That’s sooooo cool,” as her friend’s fingers entered her again. “I’d love to play with my mum like this.”

Claire almost yelped.

“You bad girl!” whispered Molly with a devilish smile, bringing a similar mischievous smirk to Jessica’s face. “I think bad girls should be punished.”

She rolled back over to her side of the bed and spread her legs wide. “I think bad girls need to eat some cunt, don’t you?”

Jessica grinned as she pushed herself up from the bed so that she was on all fours, one knee neatly placed between the younger girl’s legs. Her light brown hair fell forward and directly into Molly’s face. Jess bent down for a couple of kisses but as she pushed back up , her hair dragged softly over the tip of Molly’s nose.

Molly tried to stifle it, but the tickling was too intense and she sneezed loudly. Both girls froze in place with nervous grins on their faces. Did our mums hear that? they thought. Are they going to come check on us?

Ten seconds passed and the girls stayed absolutely still, listening for bed springs squeaking or floor boards creaking. If they’d simply turned their heads, they’d have seen their mothers clearly visible in the doorway, also trying to be as still and silent as possible.

Twenty seconds. Thirty. Molly reached up and put her hand on the back of Jess’ neck. “I think we’re okay,” she said, smiling. “Now, weren’t you about to be punished?”

Jess leant down to kiss her once again, but this time made sure that her hair was safely to one side and there was no chance of Molly’s nose getting tickled again. She kissed down her friend’s neck and then to her chest, repeating the triangle trick she’d learnt from Molly; nipple, nipple, kiss – nipple, nipple, kiss.

Molly was breathing heavily now as Jess focused in on her nipples for a while before moving lower. She kissed her way down her friend’s body, still on all fours until her head was level with Molly’s hips. Jess then laid down on the bed, her feet hanging off the edge. Molly brought her knees up, bringing her feet nearer to her body, tilting her pelvis to allow Jess better access.

Leia and Claire were in rapt attention in the doorway. Each began to play with the other’s clit as quietly as possible, unable to stop watching these two young girls as they pleasured each other.

“Oh fuck, Jessica, that’s nice,” whispered Molly as her friend’s head started bobbing up and down, dragging her tongue over her pussy. “That’s it… you naughty girl. Lick my little kittycunt, that’s it.”

Jess smiled at the new word, but she liked it. It was cute and nasty at the same time.

She focused again on what her tongue had been doing on Molly’s tiny clit, trying to write the alphabet with it.

“Mmmm, you’re doing the ABC’s, aren’t you? Just like I taught you last time.”

Claire and Leia glanced at each other, both picking up that their daughters had done this before.

After a few minutes, Molly arched her back and sighed quietly. From the corner of her eye she spotted movement, then glanced over to the doorway where she could see both her adult lovers staring at them.

She had a wicked idea.

“So you like that I play with my mummy like this, do you?” she said smiling down at Jessica, who nodded without stopping her licking.

“She does it so good, too – it’s really hot having my sexy mummy licking my pussy, you know? So naughty, but so good.”

Jess looked up at her, silently pleading to hear more as her pace quickened.

“…and her cunt tastes so nice, too. Her boobs are amazing, so comforting and so sexy at the same time.”

Jess moaned quietly between Molly’s thighs. Leia and Claire watched in awe as the girl’s hand moved down to her own baby-smooth pussy and Jessica began to play with herself. Her right foot was being raised and lowered in an involuntary reaction to everything that was happening.

“I bet you’d like to watch, wouldn’t you Jessica?” teased Molly. “I bet you’d love to play with your little kittycunt while you watched my mum spread her legs for me. You’d fucking love it, wouldn’t you?”

Jess enthusiastically nodded again as she licked, and her own fingers moved faster. She was coaxing an orgasm from herself and Molly at the same time.

“I bet you’d like to join in, wouldn’t you?” asked Molly, doing her best to approximate her mum’s seductive tones. “I bet you’d like to kiss her… and suck on her big boobs… and eat her outFUCKyes!” she whispered as Jess used her free hand to sneak a finger into Molly’s cunt.

“Imagine that. Imagine my mummy’s pretty face looking up from between your legs, just like I did before. Mmmm, do you like that idea? Oh you do, you naughty girl. That’s it, keep licking just like that.

“Imagine us and my mum all together. You’d be lying on your back, and Mummy is spreading you open with her fingers and kissing your pretty little kittycunt while I’m kneeling above you. I could reach down and play with your nipples while Mummy licks you. Can you imagine that? Eating my pussy while she’s eating yours?”

Jessica’s hand was a blur now and she was breathing heavily as she tried to lick as long and as fast as possible. Her right foot was raised straight up off the bed now, as her body started to stiffen in anticipation of her climax.

Molly reached down and grabbed her friend’s head in both hands, gently guiding her where she wanted her tongue,  trailing her fingers through Jessica’s hair.

“That’s it, you nasty fucking bitch,” hissed Molly, getting close. “Can you imagine that, you dirty girl? Yeah? Imagine if your mum is there as well. Imagine that she’s eating your pussy while my mum eats mine. Can you imagine that? You like that? You like that, bitch? You like the idea of your mummy going down on you? I bet you fucking do.”

Jess was frantically licking and playing with herself, but she hoped Molly could still see her enthusiastically nodding Yes, yes! to all these questions.

“I bet you’ve wanted to for a while, haven’t you Jess? I bet you’ve imagined it, eating your mummy’s cunt.”

That was it. Jess started bucking on the bed, her whole body convulsing and her face pressed hard into Molly’s sex. Her friend started to do the same as orgasms struck them both, and they moved frantically together as the riptide came crashing down, then slowly faded away.

They were panting hard, caring little of the noise they made as Jess crawled her way back up the bed and into her little lover’s arms. Molly pulled Jess down and kissed her strongly, thanking her for such an incredible gift.

“Mmmm, hey Jess.”

“Hey, Molls – wow.”

Molly smirked. “Imagine…” was all she said before looking over to the doorway.

As Jess glanced around she could see Leia, down on her knees in front of her mum. With her right hand, Claire was grasping at her left nipple, causing her nightdress to rise up, giving both Leia — and now the girls — a clear view of her naked body from the breasts down.

With her free hand, Claire covered her mouth, desperately trying to keep herself from making any noise in a sort of painful pleasure.

Jessica was completely motionless for a few seconds as she watched her mother in a way she’d only fantasised about. Then she grinned. Her eyes met and held her mother’s… and in that electric moment where mother and daughter connected, Claire’s orgasm overtook her completely.

Continue on to Chapter Six!

by Purple Les

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

“Tell me another, Angel.”

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

“How?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Mom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sheriff’s office. This is Bill.”

“SheriffJohnsonMom’sonthefloorIcan’twakeherup!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I bet you’re right, Katy.”

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

The End