Keira, Amy, and Their Moms, Part 1

by Single Mom

"No, I don't wanna take my panties off." Keira Connor said. "I'm scared we'll get caught."

"Well if you don't take `em off, how am I gonna show you where your clitty is," her friend and neighbor, Amy Bradel reasoned.

"So what if my mom comes home?"

"Your mom don't get home till six, and it's only four, so how are we gonna get caught."

"So then why don't you take your panties off, Amy Bradel?" Keira said.

The two girls lived in the same apartment complex, in fact in the same building and had been good friends for two years now in spite of the three year age difference. It was when Amy got her first period that she suddenly appeared to be so much older and wiser in Keira's eyes, and the conversation turned to sex, and subjects that Amy had read about from her mother's book about the female sexual anatomy.

"`cuz I know where my clitty is, but you said you don't got one. Everybody's got a clitty if you wanna know."

"Well I looked where you said, and I don't see nothin' there."

"You're only nine, so maybe it's too small yet, but you got one. That's why you think you gotta pee when you touch down there."

"When I get twelve, will it get big?"

"It will get big now if you let me show you where to touch."

"My mom said I'm not sposed to let anybody touch down there," Keira argued.

"She means boys, not other girls. Girls are allowed to see other girls naked, ain't they?"

Keira reasoned that if she knew where her clitty was, and she knew how to rub it like Amy said, then she could make it feel like she had to pee all the time. "Well okay, but not in the living room. We gotta go in the kitchen so we can hear if my mom comes in the front door," Keira said, taking Amy's hand and leading her into the kitchen.

"Okay, so take off your panties and get down on the floor."

Keira was full of anticipation as she lay on the floor, spreading her legs as instructed by the older and wiser twelve year old.

Amy lay on her stomach, her head between Keira's thighs. She used her thumbs to spread Keira's outer labia, and peered inside Keira's vagina. She had seen pictures of the inside of a pussy in her mother's sex book, but this was the first time she had ever seen the inside of a pussy for real. "Uh oh," she said when she spied Keira's hymen.

"What?" Keira exclaimed. "I don't got a clitty, do I?"

"Yeah, you got a clitty, but you ain't got a cherry," Amy said, pressing gently against the thin membrane.

Relieved that Amy said that she had a clitty, she asked what a cherry was.

"It means that you never had anything inside your pussy. Don't you even put your finger in there?"

"Uh uh, I just rub."

Amy placed a finger on the small clitoral hood that she found at the very top of Keira's vagina. "Do you rub here?" she asked.

Keira arched her back, and slammed her thighs closed on Amy's head. "Uh huh!" she said, clenching her buttocks in an attempt to keep from peeing.

"That's your clitty, dummy, Amy said as she began to expertly circle the small clitoris with her finger.

Keira's legs flew open, but her buttocks remained clenched as she began to thrust her hips. Her eyes were wide and glazed, her lower jaw hung slack, and saliva drooled from her lips. "Uh Uh Uh," she grunted with each thrust of her hips.

Amy continued to play with Keira's clit, rubbing it gently. Frustrated that Keira's clit wasn't yet peeking out from under the hood, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick the clitoral hood until she felt the small, pink peanut-size clit emerge from its protective cover.

This was not like when Keira rubbed her pussy, she had never felt anything like this before, she had never been this excited before. She entwined her fingers in Amy's hair and pulled Amy's head hard into her pussy. Keira fought a gallant but losing battle to control her bladder, spraying Amy with a stream of urine and cum.

And that's why Keira hardly felt Amy's finger being poked through the thin membrane of her hymen.

* * * * *

It was during Keira's summer vacation that Olivia Connor began to notice a difference in her daughter. She seemed older and wiser, and much more extroverted. She attributed some of that to the fact that Keira had become such close friends with the older Amy. The two seemed to never be apart. If Amy wasn't at her apartment, Keira was at Amy's.

There had been a rumor at one time that Cortney Bradel was a lesbian, but Olivia dismissed that as pure gossip, just because Cortney, like her was a single mom, who had no time for dating.

Cortney, like her daughter was a beautiful green-eyed red head, who Olivia was sure could have any man or woman she wanted, but like Olivia, she had had her fill of men for the time being, and she had a young girl to raise properly, and it was not proper for a child to have two moms. Not that Olivia had anything against lesbians, it was simply not for her. Oh she had had that thing with Grace, her college roommate, but that only happened once. Well—maybe more often, but not enough to make her a lesbian.

Olivia had to admit to herself, that if she ever thought about becoming involved in that lifestyle—well, Cortney would be someone who she would consider—What did lesbians call it? Fucking?

* * * * *

It was on a late Saturday evening while Keira was on weekend visitation with her father, and Amy was fast asleep in her bed, that Cortney invited Olivia up to her apartment for a drink.

They sat on Cortney's sofa drinking VO and 7-Up, because Olivia had mentioned at one time that that was her favorite drink. Olivia told Corntey how pleased she was that their girls were so close, and how Keira seemed so much more mature now that she and Amy were friends.

"I've noticed that myself," Cortney said. I think the girls are good for each other, and they have so much in common. I mean, they both have single moms."

"I'll drink to that," Olivia said, raising her glass in a toast. "Here's to single moms."

After the toast, Cortney re-filled both glasses, and said, "Are you seeing anyone?"

"Not yet, are you?"

Cortney laughed, "No, not ever."

"Oh. Well I think that after a few years, I may get bored with sleeping alone."

Cortney jumped at the opening by placing a hand on Olivia's knee. "You don't have to have a man to have a bed partner," she said.

There was a jolt of lightning that shot from Olivia's knee and up her leg, stopping at her crotch. It took a few seconds for Olivia to form her thoughts, and then she placed her hand on top of Cortney's to stop any advance. "I'm afraid that I wouldn't know who put what where with another woman," she whispered.

"I'll bet we could figure it out," Cortney said, and then she kissed Olivia on the lips, long and hard, tongues soon becoming heavily involved. Olivia was a sucker for a French kiss, and she removed her hand from on top of Cortney's, giving her silent permission to proceed up to her now wet crotch.

"Mmmm," Cortney hummed when she felt the wetness there. "I wonder what caused that?" she said, grabbing the panty crotch and tugging on it in an attempt to get them off.

Olivia lifted her hips in an effort to be of some help in that effort, but gave up and told Cortney to "rip them off." They were not string bikinis, but cotton briefs with a wide crotch, and refused to tear. Cortney lifted Olivia's skirt, placed her fingers under the waistband of the panties and tugged them down over Olivia's hips and ass, and down her legs to her feet, where Olivia peddled them free.

Cortney took the wet panties and held them to her face, smelling them, then tasting them. She held them out to Olivia who opened her mouth to taste them. Cortney said, "It tastes better directly from the source, and then she helped Olivia from the sofa and led her by the hand to her bedroom.

Buttons popped and bra straps broke as the two women hurriedly undressed each other in a heated fit of passion. They embraced, nipple to nipple, pubes grinding against pubes, deep kissing, sucking on tongues, chewing on lower lips, grabbing asses, breathing heavily. "This better be fucking good," Olivia said as they fell to the bed.

Olivia knew now that the rumors were true, that Cortney was a lesbian, and that she would be also before the night was over. Olivia wildly sucked on Cortney's breast, leaving suck marks around the brown areola and the stiff nipples streached with passion.

Let me show you what goes where," Cortney said as she tugged Olivia into the 69 position and buried her face in Olivia's drenched pussy, sucking licking and drinking.

Olivia pried Cortney's thighs apart and stared down at thick, wet labia, and sucked the moisture from them. She covered Cortney's clitoris with her mouth and sucked and licked the large clit that was peeking out. "How natural," Olivia thought. "All you have to do is what you want done to you." With that, she placed her hands under Cortney's buttocks and buried her tongue deep in Cortney's ass hole.

The two women rolled around on the bed, first Olivia on top, and then Cortney. Both licking and sucking as the room filled with the sounds of a contented cat with it's motor running while licking milk from a saucer.

And then suddenly, "What are you guys doin'?" It was Amy, standing naked beside the bed.

"Oh fuck," the two women cried out in unison.

* * * * *

Olivia took it far harder than Cortney. Amy was old enough and wise enough to know what was going on, and she was sure to tell Keira all about it when she returned from her visitation. Cortney, on the other hand was tired of sneaking and hiding her sex life from her daughter, and was actually relieved that it was finally out in the open.

"Sweetheart," Cortney said, pulling her naked daughter up on the bed to join her and Olivia. "Mommy and Olivia were simply loving each other. It's something that grownups do, so please don't be upset."

Of course Amy knew all about what grownup's did, she'd read all about it in her mother's many sex books. The fact that her mom and Olivia were both girls didn't bother her either since she was fucking Olivia's daughter. Although, that asshole thing was new to her.

Amy curled up close to her mother and hugged her, pressing her pussy against her mother's thigh. "It's okay, Mom, I like miss Connor."

Olivia Connor pressed her palm against Amy's back and rubbed it slowly. "I like you too honey, but maybe it would be best if you didn't mention this to Keira. She's younger than you, and she may not understand."

"I won't, I promise," Amy said, riding her mother's now wet thigh. Cortney, feeling the wetness, put a hand on Amy's buttocks to stop her riding. And that's when Amy climbed on top of her mother and began to rub her pussy against Cortney's, much as she and Keira had done many times.

Olivia was on her left elbow, resting her head on her left hand while watching with disbelief as Cortney placed both hands on Amy's buttocks, holding her close, and grinding her pudendum against Amy's clitoris.

Watching mother and daughter fucking drove Olivia over the edge. She went up on her knees and used her thumbs to part Amy's buttocks and began to tongue fuck the child's asshole as she had done to her mother earlier.

Amy came first, followed closely by Cortney. Mother and daughter lay there holding each other while Olivia masturbated herself to an orgasm.

* * * * *

Olivia woke early Sunday morning, while Cortney and Amy continued to sleep. All three lay on sheets drenched with cum and lubricating juices. Olivia put her hands over her eyes and shook her head from side to side. She asked herself what the fuck she had done. Cortney was one thing, but Amy? A mere child? Cortney's daughter? Her daughter's best friend? How could they have done that? Had she become a lesbian and pedophile overnight? And what if Keira had been here? Would she also have become an adulteress as well? Three taboo's in one night? The thought of it was exciting.

Olivia climbed slowly out of bed so as not to wake the others. She put on her torn clothing, a reminder of the passion that had totally overcome her the night before. She quietly returned to her own apartment.

She showered to remove the odor of dried cum, and sex. An odor far less pleasant after passion spent. A passion that threatened to return as she bathed, as she paid special attention to her breast and vagina. Suddenly, she had an image of Keira as the third party in last night's threesome, and she gave in to her urges and masturbated to an orgasm.

It would be several more hours before Keira's dad brought her back home, and she knew that the first thing Keira would do, was to call Amy and tell her that she was home. It was inevitable that Keira would find out in spite of Amy's promise, so how could she lessen the shock. How do you tell your nine-year-old daughter that her mommy fucked her best friend, and her best friend's mommy?

At about 1:00pm, Olivia received a call from Cortney, asking why she left without saying anything, and was she coming back. Olivia told Cortney about her concern that Keira would find out in spite of Amy's promise not to tell.

"Honey, Amy and I had a long talk, and I can tell you that Keira is not a virgin. Nine years old or not, Amy claims that the two of them have been fucking for weeks."

Olivia went weak in the knees and slumped down on her sofa, nearly dropping the phone. "But—but she's only nine," Olivia stammered.

"Honey, be happy that she's into girls and not boys. This is your chance to take her under your wing and guide her. She should know that she is a sexual being, and there is nothing wrong with what she's doing, as long as it's by her own free will."

My God! She had fantasized about having sex with Keira only this morning, and now to learn this. "I'm coming up to your place," Olivia said. I want to talk to Amy."

* * * * *

Olivia grilled Amy for nearly an hour. She wanted to know when it started, how often they did it, and what they did. She wanted to know every detail, becoming more excited by each one, especially the description of Keira's orgasms.

"Your little girl is more grown up then you know, Olivia, so take advantage of it. This is your chance to mold her sex life as only a mother can. That's what I plan for Amy and I, and you and Keira are welcome to join us."

* * * * *

When Keira entered Cortney's apartment, she asked Amy where their mothers were.

"They're in my mom's bedroom," Amy said.

That scared Keira. When mothers went off together to talk, that meant that the kids were not supposed hear, and Keira wondered what they were talking about? Did they know about her and Amy? Was she in big trouble?

"What are they talkin' about?" Keira asked.

"We're `sposed to get naked and go in there," Amy said.

Let me know if you want to hear more about the Connors and Bradels, or should I start a different story?