Gloria and Traci and Cindy, Part 5

by Stam

It was one week after I had met Cindi and the day her and Traci and I had our blow-out sex-scene in the back of the hairdressing shop. I was hot and horny! I’d had no pussy-fun since that day, except nightly masturbation sessions, reliving all the cum-fun of that special afternoon! Traci and Cindi and I had eaten each other’s pussies, in all possible combinations, until we were all cummed out! The three of us ended up all cuddling together on the couch, little Cindi in the middle and we hugged and kissed each other and declared how much we loved each other. Just before we left the shop, little Cindi, full of 10-year-old energy, pussy-licked Traci and I to another lovely cum each while Traci and I held each other and kissed.

I drove home that day, pussy still tingling from all the cum-love it had enjoyed, courtesy of my lovely Traci and her friend, young, sweet Cindi. I’d never had one so young before but you can bet I wanted more! I was, that drive home, for once, totally sated and relaxed but a little sad because Traci had announced that the next few days she was going to be so busy that she’d probably be unavailable for any of our sessions. Cindi had school, of course. I longed to see her again but wasn’t sure how a 45-year-old woman should make a date with a 10- year-old 5th grader!

So here I was, alone, frustrated, horny. I was brushing my hair with one hand, stroking my pussy with the other and I slyly thought that my bangs could use a trim. Perhaps Traci’s schedule had slacked off a little! Some of you ladies might say my hair looks fine, but those of you who know what Traci and I get up to in the back of her shop will agree that, yes, a little trim would certainly be in order. For any place on my body where I might have some hair for talented Traci to work her magic. All her magic!

But as I put down my hairbrush and continued my pussy-stroking with both hands and the creamy oozes started leaking from my snatch, I was interrupted by the ringing of my door-bell.

Frustrated because I hadn’t tickled my clit to a cum yet, I nevertheless hurriedly tied my robe and rushed down to answer the door. I could smell my cunt-cream that was wetting my thighs and I hoped whoever was at the door wouldn’t smell me and tell I’d been pussy-whacking.

But when I answered the door I changed my mind! There was a stunning woman standing there and my lesbian radar went on full alert as I surveyed a beautiful face, a shiny mane of wavy red hair that hung long down her back and a really nice-looking, trim body.

“Hello,” I greeted her, watching her eyes watch me as I looked her up and down. “Can I help you?”

She was about 5’ 6” and she was wearing a tight, pink shirt with, get this, white polka dots. The tail of the shirt was not tucked in. This dreamboat had tied the tail up, exposing a nice, flat tummy and a cute little belly button. She had on tight shorts and they were pink also. They were also short, short, short, shorts and tight, tight, tight. I suspect that this lady didn’t put on these shorts - she obviously had someone spray paint them on her. As I said, she wasn’t that tall, only about 5’ 6” and perhaps it was an optical illusion caused by the shortness of her shorts, but it seemed she had long, silky-looking legs. All the flesh that was exposed was deliciously sun-kissed. Her tits weren’t huge, maybe 32, possibly C-cup but they looked spectacular on her small frame and they were swaying free inside her silly polka dot shirt. Even as I watched, I could see her nipples harden and start poking out the silky looking material of the shirt. My radar was buzzing, full time! She had a narrow waist and then she widened out pleasantly at the hips. I couldn’t see it yet, but I was willing to bet she had a lovely, jiggly ass! I guessed her age to be early twenties, near the age of my darling Traci. All I could think of is what a chore it would be tugging those shorts down those legs. A very pleasant chore, all the while raining kisses on that gorgeous tummy and licking that belly-button ‘til she giggled!

I tore my gaze back to her face, found her smiling at my examination and something seemed vaguely familiar. Did I know this woman? Had I met her somewhere before?

She met my gaze evenly and her beautiful smile let me know she wasn’t offended by my frank appraisal of her body. On the contrary, I think she liked it! Mmmmmmm! She really did have a breathtaking smile and her gleaming eyes let me know that she liked what she saw also, not that she could see a lot, what with me wearing my frumpy old bathrobe. Maybe just glimpses of my swinging tits, naked under the robe. She had a twinkle in her crystal blue eyes that told me that this woman had some sexual radar too and that maybe little old me had her on alert also. Dare I hope?

All at once I realized why her face looked so familiar. Aha! Could this be who I thought it might be?

“Hi there,” she said with a musical voice. Her cute little nose crinkled slightly and I wondered if she could smell my cream that my itchy pussy had leaked out earlier and that this doll had leaking out again! “I hope I haven’t interrupted anything important.” The expression on her face told me that she knew exactly what she had interrupted. I grinned at her and she continued. “Pardon me, my name is Melissa Andrews. I have a child named Cindi; Perhaps you know her? Your name is Gloria, correct? If it is, if I have the right woman, I’d like to come in for a minute, it you don’t mind. I’d like to have a word with you.”

My heart soared when I knew I was right and that this was Cindi’s Mom! Cindi, as those of you that have read earlier parts of this story will know, was, at 10 years old, a wonderful pussy-eater! An exciting, novice lesbian. She loved women’s cunts and the cream that she could get oozing out! And did she ever know how to do that! I had noticed, that day in the hairdressing shop’s back room, that Cindi always giggled with pleasure when whoever’s pussy she was licking at the time, squirted out a cum! And she always carefully licked up any pussy-juice that happened to squirt anywhere but in her mouth. According to my darling Traci, this woman, her mother, had been the one to show her daughter the joys of a woman’s pussy. Afternoon delights suddenly seemed eminently possible!

Then I wondered if maybe this woman was here to come down on me for having sex with her under-age daughter. Could this be the case? How did she know me and my name? Had Cindi spilled the beans about our incredible afternoon at the hairdressing shop? Both Traci and I had advised her that perhaps she shouldn’t say anything to her Mom. Was this woman angry? I looked again at her breathtaking smile and decided any woman that could smile like that couldn’t possibly be angry.

Melissa noticed my apprehension and put me ease with another of her glorious smiles. “Don’t worry, Gloria. I’m not angry. I’m not here to give you hassles about having sex with Cindi. She let it slip last night, when she was licking my pussy and she suddenly announced that my pussy-juice wasn’t as sweet as Gloria’s! Naturally I was interested to find out who Gloria was. That’s within my rights as her Mom, isn’t it, to know who my daughter has been having sex with?”

I reflected that this was a very strange conversation to be having with a complete stranger in the middle of the afternoon, standing on my front porch.

I reached out and took Melissa’s hand. It was smooth and warm. “Come in, dear. I certainly agree. I think you and I have lots to talk about.”

‘And maybe, maybe,’ I thought hopefully as her fingers softly moved in mine, caressing slightly, ‘we’ll get around to a little more than talking!’ I led this walking wet-dream into my house.

I was anxious to get a look at Melissa’s ass in her tight, pink shorts. Accordingly, once she was inside and I had shut the door, I pointed toward my living room and let her lead so I could follow. Bingo! She had a lovely ass! Two wonderfully shaped cheeks and even with the fabric of Melissa’s shorts stretched taut around them, those buns still managed to sway and jiggle for me. My cunt throbbed!

When Melissa reached my couch she turned and smiled one of her breathtaking smiles at me. ”Gloria, I can’t help but notice, you’ve been staring at me. I can’t help but wonder if you like what you see?”

I smiled back, “You know I do, doll! You have just a lovely body! Why don’t you sit that lovely ass of yours down on my couch? I’ll put some coffee on and give me a minute, please. I’d like to change out of this old housecoat.”

I was very anxious to see how Melissa could manage to seat herself without either splitting a seam on her shorts of having one of her delightful titties spring free!

It was a wonderful symphony to watch, but Cindi’s Mom got herself seated and crossed her long, lovely legs. I had to hold myself back – ‘easy, Gloria! – I wanted to caress the suntanned, silky skin of her legs so badly!

Melissa chuckled, “Why bother changing, Gloria?” I think you look fine.” Again that blistering smile. “And don’t bother with coffee. Just sit and we’ll talk.”

“Well, if you don’t want coffee, how ‘bout a drink of something? I’m going to have a little shot of vodka, would you like one, Melissa?”

“Sure, that’s fine. Just some ice-cubes if you have them, please.”

I walked to my bar and poured us each a shot. With my back to Melissa, as I poured vodka, I slyly loosened the belt to my robe. I wanted to tantalize Melissa with flashes of my titties when I handed her her drink.

I walked back to the couch where Cindi’s Mom was waiting for me. I leaned down making sure my robe gaped open a little, without being overtly obvious about it. She noticed all right! I handed her the glass of vodka. Then I sat next to her.

I held my glass up, “Well, here’s to something, Melissa!”

She raised her glass and we clinked then each took a sip. As we sipped, our eyes locked over the rims of our glasses and we regarded each other carefully. I was ready to grab her and eat her up and something in her gaze told me that she would not resist but – really Gloria! – this lady has something she wants to talk to you about. Control yourself!

“So, Melissa, what have you got to say to me? I hope you aren’t angry that I had a session with Cindi. I’m in love with Traci and she was busy and Cindi was there and she was being cute and sexy and Traci said that you had sex with Cindi and Traci said that she had sex with Cindi and . . .”

Melissa leaned forward to put her glass on the coffee table, almost freeing a tit, then reached over and placed her hand over mine. “Whoa, Gloria, slow down. I told you I’m not angry. I just have some concerns.”

“Like what, for instance,” I said, glad she stopped me. I had been babbling.

“Well, like Cindi is only 10 and she is too young to differentiate between sex and love. She says emphatically that she loves you and Traci and I believe her. I know Traci well. I guess you know we used to date and fuck, and I know she’d never hurt Cindi. I didn’t believe for a second that Traci would ever let anyone near Cindi that might hurt her but I just had to meet you and see for myself. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, golly, Melissa, how could I mind? You are just looking after your daughter. She’s lovely and precious and I would never hurt her. I guess what you are talking about is if I should reject her sometime or be like a man about it and tell her that I just like her for fucking. Gee, Melissa, I’d never do something like that! Do I look like a man? Sex and love are different, I suppose, but I’m a lesbian, have been one for a long time, probably forever, and for me, separating love and sex is really tough too. I suppose I love all the women I fuck. Not that I fuck a lot these days. I’m getting old and ugly. I love Traci and have my thing with her but, really, Cindi is the only other fuck I’ve had for a long time. One afternoon, one long afternoon filled with many fucks and I already love Cindi! So you don’t have to worry about that!”

Melissa leaned toward me, tempting me. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear you talk like that, Gloria. Traci said you were like that and I was sure you were OK, but I just had to see.”

Melissa looked like she could use a hug so I took my arm that had been resting on the back of the couch and slid it down around her shoulders. I pulled gently and she came to me willingly, threw her arms around me and we had a wonderful snuggly hug. Oh, Jesus, Gloria, I know it’s been a week but control yourself!

I hugged Melissa tighter. She laid her head on my boobs. “Tell me something, Melissa, How old are you?”

“I’m 24. I had Cindi when I was 14. My Mom wouldn’t talk to me about sex and I was curious and some boy at school asked me out and kissed me and one thing led to another and the next thing I know I was pregnant. My Mom went ballistic. It was a real rough time. But I had Cindy and as I cuddled her and fed her my tits when she was a baby I promised her that I would never be like my Mom and hide stuff from her that she needs to know! And I swore I would tell Cindy all she wanted to know and show her if I had to. So when she started asking me about babies and where they came from I showed her my pussy and we looked at hers and we just started having fun. Cindy, my own daughter, was my first cunt-experience, but I LOVED it and I guess she did too. For now, I am happy she loves women. She can’t get pregnant and as you can see I am trying to make sure she doesn’t get hurt. When she is older, if she wants to try boys, I suppose I’ll have to let her try but right now I am happy!”

I leaned forward to get my glass and took a sip of my drink. “That was quite a speech, dear. You must have been dying to tell all that to someone. I only asked you your age. But I’m glad you feel you can talk to me like this. I’ve a feeling we are going to be good friends!”

I stroked Melissa’s hair, she could probably hear my heart thumping, leaned down and lightly kissed the top of her head, delightfully covered in that glorious red hair.

‘This has been an interesting afternoon,’ I thought. What would the rest of the day be like?