Tutoring Zoe, Part Four

by Single Mom

I apologise for my writing skills not being on a par with my fantasies.

The two women sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee. The conversation rambled from one general subject to another. Little was said about Zoe except how sweet she was, and how much she liked her teacher. The only mention of Claire's lover was an occasional mention of "my friend Beth" which Terri assumed was Claire's absent lover.

Terri heard the shower turn off, and shortly after, Zoe arrived in the kitchen wearing a Pooh Bear T-Shirt and a pair of loose-fitting black lace panties, Terri's panties, the same panties that she had placed in the child's backpack at the start of the school year.

Claire glanced over at Terri and chuckled. "Don't ask. She says she got them out of the laundry hamper, so I assume they belong to Beth. She claims she wears them to bed because they're loose, but she won't let me wash them."

It took several seconds for the crimson to drain from Terri's face. She marvelled at Zoe's quick thinking, but wondered what would happen when Beth came home?

"When is Beth coming back?" Terri asked, holding her breath.

Claire shrugged. "Who knows. She always does, sooner or later, but—

"Beth and Mom are mad at each other," Zoe said with a wide, satisfied grin.

"I think it's past your bedtime young lady," her mother warned. "Come give Mother and Miss Terri a kiss good night."

"Oh pooh," Zoe pouted, then gave her mother a quick good night kiss on the lips. Terri prepared herself for a kiss on the cheek, but Zoe planted one smack on her lips. The kiss was firmer and lasted longer than Terri felt was proper for the present situation, and she glanced at Claire to get her reaction.

"Like mother, like daughter," Claire laughed, then patted Zoe on her rear end and said, "Good night sweetie."

Terri told the child to sleep tight, then said, "I'll see you at school on Monday, honey."

Zoe's bottom lip curled out in a pout. "Oh shit! Today's Friday, ain't it?"

"Zoe! Is that any way to talk?" Her mother chastened.

"Ok. Isn't it," Zoe giggled, scampering off to bed.

Claire reached across the table and took both of Terri's hands in hers. "I don't know what you've done to my child, but this is the first time that she's ever been pissed because tomorrow wasn't a school day."

"Well uh—I uh—" Terri stammered. I'm pleased that she likes school," she said turning crimson once again.

"So, are you ready for the something?" Claire asked, still holding Terri's hands.

"I beg your pardon? Something?" Terri asked.

"Yeah, you said coffee or something. What something would you like?" Claire said, staring deep into Terri's eyes and squeezing her hands.

"Oh—I, uh—It's starting to rain and I think I should get home before the storm gets worse."

There was a sudden crash of thunder, and a bolt of lightning lit up the room. Terri jumped, and Claire squeezed her hands even tighter. "Why don't we go and get comfortable in the living room and wait this thing out?"

The television was on, but the sound turned off as the two women sat side by side on the sofa, working on their third round of Vodka and Coke, chatting about, `shit in general.' "I love thunder and lightning as long as I'm inside and safe from it," Terri said.

Claire placed her hand on Terri's knee and squeezed gently. "Well you're safe here. At least from the storm," she laughed. "Perhaps you should consider spending the night in my guest room because it doesn't sound like this is going to quit any time soon.

Terri placed her hand on top of Claire's and stared into her face. "Well I have had a few more drinks than I'm used to. I'm really not a drinker," and then she shocked herself by boldly nudging Claire's hand under the hem of her skirt.

Claire slowly moved her hand up the inside of Terri's leg to the place where her thighs met. "Why Mrs. Pettit, are you taking advantage of me?" Terri said as she parted her thighs.

Claire's hand came up against Terri's wet panty crotch. "How much do I win if your panties turn out to be black lace," she whispered.

Terri clamped her thighs tight on Claire's hand. Her heart pounded against her chest. `She knows,' Terri panicked, but calmed down when she realized that Claire was not upset about it. "You win these panties," Terri whispered softly.

"And do I win what's in them?"

"What about Beth?" Terri asked.

"When you're not near the one you love, you love the one your near," Claire said. "Oh, and Beth wears thongs, never lace, but don't tell Zoe," she laughed.

Terri unclamped her thighs giving access to Claire's hand. "By the way, you lose. They're blue low rise hip huggers, not black lace."

Claire raised her hand from Terri's crotch to the waistband of her panties, then slipped it down under the waistband to her vagina. "Judging by where my hand is, I'd say I won," Clair laughed.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, Terri leaned and kissed Claire full on the mouth, her tongue pushing past Clair's lips. Terri raised her hips up off of the sofa, placed her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and worked them down over her hips, and her ass and thighs, over her knees and peddled them down her legs and kicked them free of her feet. She leaned over, picked them up and handed them to Claire. "Here, anything else you want?"

Claire pressed the balled up panties to her cheek, then sniffed them, tasted them, then got up off the sofa and pushed her own panties down her legs and off. She balled them up and handed them to Terri. "Is there anything else you want?"

Terri did much the same with Claire's panties as Claire had done with hers. "Just for the record, you do know that Zoe is wearing my panties."

"Yeah, of course I know. So?"

"You want to have sex with your daughter's lover?"

"I want to have sex with the lady who's FUCKING my daughter. Zoe is 11 for Christ sake, I'd hardly call her your lover."

"And what if she wakes up?

Claire took Terri's hand and helped her up off of the sofa. "Let's worry about that when it happens," she said, and led Terri to her bedroom.

The instant they entered the bedroom, without bothering to close the door, clothing was quickly removed and sent flying across the room, blouses, skirts, and bras landing in a heap on the floor. Terri stood there staring at her soon-to-be adult lover: Zoe face, Zoe ass, sloping breast with rounded bottoms and large, brown areola with pencil eraser nipples. Like her daughter, her pussy was clean and smooth with large labia protruding from her outer lips.

Claire stepped closer to her new lover and hugged her, kissing her on the lips, and sucking in and biting Terri's lower lip almost to the point of breaking the skin. She reached down and touched Terri's trimmed but hairy pussy.

"Hmmmm, we'll have to do something about this," Claire said, going into the bathroom and returning with a can of shaving cream, a shaving brush, a disposable razor, a pair of scissors, a towel a warm wash cloth, and a bowel of warm water. She laid out a large beach towel on the bed and ordered Terri to "Get your ass on the towel." She placed a pillow under Terri's ass to get her pussy at the proper angle.

Terri lay motionless with eyes closed while Claire began with the scissors, trimming the hair to what seemed like a short, male crew cut. "Don't you fucking cut me," Terri pleaded softly.

Clair wet the hair with the wash cloth, then began shaving, rinsing the razor often. She glanced at the partially shaved pussy and said, "What a shame to cover this up with hair." She parted Terri's labia with her thumb and pointing finger and could almost watch Terri's clitoris grow in front of her very eyes. She leaned in and kissed it. "Wake up little boy," she whispered softly. She pushed up on Terri's thighs rocking her back on her hips, with her feet pointing toward the ceiling, then she continued shaving around Terri's puckered asshole.

Claire scooched down toward the bottom of the bed until her feet were hanging over the end. With her head positioned between Terri's thighs, she began to flick at Terri's clit with her tongue, watching it peek out from under its hood before sucking on it.

Terri began to thrash violently on the bed, moaning her pleasure when she heard from the open doorway;

"Are you guys fuckin'?"

"OH MY GOD!" Terri shouted.

Claire rolled to her back and threw both legs over the side of the bed and held her arms out to her daughter. "Come here to Momma baby."

Zoe stepped closer to her mother, who reached for the bottom of Zoe's tee shirt and pulled it up over her head. She reached for the waistband of Zoe's black lace panties and pushed them down over Zoe's hips and ass, and allowed them to fall to the floor. She placed her hands under Zoe's arm pits and lifted her up on the bed next to Terri. "My present to you," she said, then lay down on the bed, making a Zoe sandwich, the bread being Zoe's mother and teacher.

Even under the overhead fan, they were all drenched in sweat, with the room reeking of female cum and juices. Zoe was at first disappointed that her teacher's pussy now resembled hers and her mother's, but as the evening wore on, she grew to like it.

They changed positions frequently, now in a daisy chain, with Zoe licking her teacher, Terri licking Claire, and Claire licking and sucking her daughter, until they all lay exhausted on their backs, on cum- and sweat-drenched bed clothes under the overhead fan that cooled them by evaporating their sweat as they struggled to regain their breathing.

They had been avoiding the 69 position as it would be cumbersome with 3 people. Finally, out of desperation, and not wanting to disappoint Zoe, Terry got on the bottom with Zoe on top, while Claire moistened her index finger and slowly pushed it, twisting and turning until it was buried in Zoe's ass to its full length. Zoe pushed back, taking all she could get of her mother's finger while Terri struggled to keep her oral grip on Zoe's slippery labia.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me," Zoe moaned as her mother's finger pistoned in and out of her now wet asshole. Claire could sense her daughter's oncoming orgasm, so she drew her left hand back and came down hard on Zoe's ass cheek three times before Terri felt the juices pour out of Zoe and into her sucking, lapping mouth.

Next on Tutoring Zoe. Grand Mom and Grand Pop visit.