The Ultimate Taboo, Part 4

by Single Mom

Samantha and I discussed the idea of the waitress (we still didn't know her name) and hopefully, her daughter. We agreed that our girls needed to spend more time with kids their own age. Our relationship had reached a point where we were very happy together. (We even considered getting married, in some state or country that would marry us.) We agreed to help find other children's activities for the girls, and slowly ease back on our sexual activities with them. Samantha said that we could always get a quick "Kid fix" when we needed it.

In the mean time, I reminded her that she had forced me to drink loads of beer, and I had to pee so bad that my eyeballs were turning yellow, and that she had better be damn thirsty.

Samantha said that we had better wait until after the waitress leaves, and the kids were in bed. She told me to pee in a glass and put it in the fridge until we could be alone and really get into it. I had no idea that she was this much into golden showers, but if that's what made her happy, I could get into it as well.

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She introduced herself as Claire Roberts, and her daughter's name was Shrilly Roberts, and that Roberts was her maiden name, which was her way of telling us that Shirley didn't have a daddy. Both were knock outs, Shirley looked a lot like her mom—angelic face, long blond hair, blue eyes, and heavy bee-stung lower lip. I estimated her to be about 4 1/2 feet tall, much of it being legs like her mother. Also like her mother, she had a really great ass. In Shirley's case, the rounded bottoms of her two very beautiful ass cheeks reached below the leg holes of her very tight, pink shorts. I couldn't help but wonder what they would taste like If I licked them. Or in fact, what her mother would taste like if I licked her.

It was almost 9:00 pm, and Claire obviously didn't bring her kid here for tea and crumpets, so I told the girls to take Shirley to their bedroom and maybe play with their Barbie dolls, which they had drawn nipples and a vaginal slit on. They loved to pose the dolls in the sixty-nine position. I would have loved to have been a fly on their bedroom wall, so that I could see Shirley's reaction to that.

Samantha poured drinks for us all, Scotch and rocks neat. It took only two drinks for Claire to open up. She told us that Shirley spent all of her spare time with either her or mother, and was not at all friendly with the other kids at school, for reasons she wouldn't get into now. Claire said when she saw us and our kids at the Lite Bite, she thought our girls and Shirley might get along well together. She believed that kids had to have friends their own age, and with somewhat common interest.

Claire finished her second drink, so I poured her a third in the hopes of loosening her up. What—common interest did you have in mind?" I asked her.

I think you know," she said.

Why don't you tell us," Samantha said.

"I—I saw what you were doing with your girls in the restaurant."

"What do you think you saw?" I asked.

"I saw you masturbating them; playing with their pussies. When you left, I took their panties into the rest room and masturbated. I couldn't get them or you out of my mind. I love my daughter, and I think she needs to be around kids with—uh—common interest, and I thought that I may have found two of them."

I heard the kids giggling in the bedroom, "I think this might be one of those times," I said, and poured her another drink.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" she laughed.

"Is it working?"

"You don't have to, you know. I mean it's been a long time since I've been with another woman, and—"

Samantha stood and took Claire by the hand. I glanced at Claire and said, "Why don't you go with Samantha while I go check on the kids. I'll be in later."

All three kids were naked. Shirley had never been with a girl her own age, much less two. My girls were teaching her some of what they had learned. Shirley was on her back, legs bent and spread wide while Eliese was on hands and knees, her head between Shirley's thighs and was vigorously eating her pussy. Alicia came up behind Eliese and began lapping Eliese's ass and pussy.

Shirley was almost out of it, her eyes rolled back in her head, her heavy lower lip hung slack, and saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth, while she whispered, "Oh yeah—Oh yeah—Oh yeah." It took every ounce of my strength to keep from joining them, but watching was so much fun that I forgot all about joining Samantha and Claire, and my promise to give Samantha a golden shower.

This was the first time that I ever stood back and watched my kids fuck, and I was really getting turned on by it. I stood just outside of the open door, in the shadows, but I'm sure they knew that I was watching, and none of them seemed to care.

Both of my girls had learned well. Eliese knew when Shirley was going to cum, and she backed off, letting her young lover ease down from her oncoming orgasm before she continued working on Shirley's pussy again, bringing her back to the brink with legs trembling and back arched. Eliese was making me proud of her love making skills.

Alicia moved from behind Eliese to the top of the bed and began kissing Shirley, drooling saliva into her open mouth, sucking on her lower lip, running a wet tongue down her front, over the top of her pubic mound to her clit, where she met her sisters tongue with her own.

Shirley, in a very weak and shaky voice informed my kids that she had to pee. My girls knew better, they knew that the movement of cum through the urethra felt exactly like you had to pee. They also knew that if she tried to hold it, the ejaculation process would immediately stop, so they told her to go ahead and pee.

Eliese, just in case Shirley really had to pee, used her thumbs to hold Shirley's labia open, and positioned her mouth over the girl's urethra. Shirley arched her back and her ass came up off the bed, as she rewarded Eliese with a mouth full of ejaculate mixed with pee, which she then shared with her sister, and then both of my girls shared it with Shirley.

I slowly backed out of the room with my own juices running down my thighs. and went to join Samantha and Claire for our own fun and games.

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They were both naked, and appeared to be waiting for me. Claire's body took my breath away. She was not only beautiful, but had a killer body. Her breast were at least 36-D with gently sloping tops and rounded bottoms. Her nipples were as long and stiff as brand new pencil erasers, including at least half of the metal jacket that held them fastened to the pencil. "The kids are getting along fine," I said," and I think your daughter just had her first real cum.

"Does that mean—?"

"Yes, my girls just fucked your daughter's brains out."

"Oh my God! She'll be in seventh heaven. Not only girls her own age, but two of them. I knew this was the right thing to do," she said, then began to massage her breasts and pinch and twist her nipples, making them even larger.

Samantha got busy with Claire's right breast, running her tongue down the sloping top, over the stiff nipple, and holding Claire's tit in both hands and massaging it. She began sucking on the breast as if she were an infant expecting to get milk from it.

Claire watched as I stepped out of my cloths and used my panties to dry the juices that had leaked out of me and ran down my thighs. I handed the black lace panties to her, and she sniffed and tasted them.

I didn't want to fuck her, I wanted to fuck her daughter, but we all agreed that the kids needed to become involved with other kids their own age. I accepted that, but I didn't like it, and in sheer frustration I placed my hand on Claire's chest between her tits and pushed her back onto the bed with little concern for gentleness, causing her tit to make a popping sound as it broke the suction, coming out of Samantha's mouth.

I expected Claire to protest, but she didn't. She simply lay there staring into outer space, her lips trembling, and her body writhing in expectation of what would come next. I wasn't into B&D or S&M or whatever, but staring at Claire lying there, waiting for me to do anything I wanted to do was a super turn on. Samantha appeared to agree. Once she got over losing suction on Claire's tit, she simply sat there waiting to see what would happen next.

As did I. All I wanted to do was fuck this woman, but now—? I was feeling the heat of a new passion, and I saw that same passion in Claire's face and her writhing body. Samantha also got caught up in the heat of things. "Do it, hurt her!" Samantha cried out.

I stared into Claire's passion-warped face as she began to pull and twist her nipples and begged me in a near whisper, "Yessss. Hurt me."

It was as if I was having an out of body experience, I watched myself raise my right hand high over my head, and come down hard on her shaved pussy.

She jumped, then her legs flew open like a carnivorous Venus Fly Trap looking to trap its prey. I came down hard, again and again, slamming the edge of my hand against her now swollen clitoris. She moaned and writhed on the bed, and I thought she would pull her nipples clean off of her tits.

I glanced down at her labia, purple and swollen with engorged blood, looking like two thin slabs of liver. I dove in and fed my tongue to her Venus Fly Trap.

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Claire and Shrilly spent the night, and we could tell by the sounds coming from their bedroom, that the kids fucked all night long, as did we. Claire begged Samantha to take her turn hurting her, and I went out to the kitchen to retrieve the jar of urine that I had placed in the fridge earlier.

I spread a large picnic table table cloth on the floor and had both women lie on it while I slowly poured piss all over them. On their face and hair, in their open mouths, over their tits, and down the front and over their pussies, which they both held open for me. When the jar was empty, I straddled them, held my labia open to improve my aim, and covered both of them with fresh warm piss.

My two lovers held each other, rolling around on the piss-covered table cloth, kissing and licking each other clean while I watched and masturbated.

The following morning at breakfast, I asked Claire to move in with Shirley. I'm not sure who was happiest, my kids or Shirley.

Samantha came up with the idea of recruiting some of the child models from her agency, and if we became over-crowded, we could all move into her farm.

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That was three years ago. We've since added two young girls to our family with their welfare mother's permission, and we had a baby. When Eliese turned fifteen, she decided that she wanted a baby, so we arranged for the young son of our farm hand to get her pregnant while we all stood around and watched.

She had a sweet, beautiful baby girl, which we "all enjoyed." Some of the girls would fight over who got to change her diapers and clean her up.

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I've tried to include in this story, some of the things that readers asked for. I would love to hear your opinion.