The Lost Girl Game, Chapter 5

  • Posted on April 30, 2015 at 8:06 pm

By Naughty Mommy

What an incredible day this was! All of my deepest, darkest sexual fantasies were being fulfilled at once. Although I didn’t believe in any sort of deity, I felt a strong urge to be thankful to someone, and it occurred to me that I should probably be most thankful to Angela — and also to Bambi, for choosing us in the first place!

I was certain by now that the little girl had not really been ‘lost’, that the whole thing had merely been a ruse, an act to lure Kelly and me to their hotel room so they could seduce us. And I was so glad they had!

“Will you let me do that with you, Mommy?” Kelly persisted.

“Of course, my love, of course.” I put my hand on her cheek and gently kissed her mouth. “Do you want to be on top, or do you want me on top?”

“Um, I guess I want to try it first with me on top. Is that okay?”

“Yes, baby, anything you want.”

I maneuvered around until I was in what felt like a comfortable position, and then my daughter mounted me. She looked down, making sure that her vulva was directly over mine, and lowered herself onto me.

Bambi and Angela were kneeling on the bed, facing each other. The little girl was holding her mother’s large breasts, licking and occasionally sucking her nipples, while Angela was rubbing her own pussy, but I saw that they were also watching us closely.

“Does this feel okay?” asked Kelly as she settled onto me.

“Yes, it feels nice,” I told her.

“Um, I don’t know exactly how to start,” she said in a soft voice.

“You have to go slow at first.” That was Bambi. “Go real slow for a while, until you feel it getting kinda wet and squishy between you, and then you can go faster. Try it!”

I smiled at Bambi and then at Kelly. My daughter smiled back and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Okay, here goes,” she said.

My legs were open wide. Her slender 12-year-old body was on top of mine, her small breasts pressing into my larger ones. Her elbows were resting on the bed next to my side, and she had her hands on my shoulders. My hands were gently stroking her back.

Kelly looked into my eyes as she started moving against me. I felt a thrill as I realized what we were doing, a barely pubescent girl fucking her mother! I loved my daughter so much, and I wanted her equally as much.

I slid my hands down to her bottom, gently squeezing, encouraging her. She kept looking into my eyes, not saying anything, shifting her motions slightly, a little to one side, then the other, a little faster then a little slower, a little harder then a little softer. She sometimes made little mewling sounds when it seemed that we’d found an especially nice point of contact.

Then, almost in an instant, we arrived at the place Bambi had told us about. It was suddenly feeling very wet and squishy between us, as she’d said. I suppose what happened is that my daughter’s labia slipped between mine or something, but it was wonderfully, deliciously warm and intimate.

Kelly felt it too. Her eyes went wide and she breathed, “Oh, Mommy…”

“See, they’re doing it,” commented Bambi.

“Hush now, darling,” said her mother. “Let’s you and I be quiet and let them focus only on each other.”

For just a moment, when we reached that special point of closeness, Kelly stopped moving. Her breath caught and she trembled with excitement. Then she started sliding up and down on me again, faster now, her eyes still wide.

“Oh, Mommy,” she said, louder than before, and then she put her lips over mine, kissing me deeply, her tongue thrusting into my mouth.

I clutched my little girl’s bottom, holding her tightly, pulling her against me. I tried to lift my hips off the bed, opening my sex to her. I wanted her in me. I wanted her to come inside me somehow.

Kelly broke the kiss and pushed herself up on her hands, looking down at me. Her lips were wet, her pretty face flushed with passion. She moved faster and harder against me. “Mommy, Mommy… I…”

“Yes, baby, yes, baby, come for me!” I urged. “Come for Mommy! Fuck your mommy hard, little girl, fuck Mommy hard and make me come!!”

She stared into my eyes, her face pinched with all the sensations she was feeling. She moved harder and harder, faster and faster between my legs.

I could hear the squishy sounds of our pussies melding, could feel the hot slickness of my daughter’s cunt sliding into mine, could smell our juicy sex. I started coming.

“Kelly! Kelly! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me, I ——” and that was all I could say.

My body went rigid beneath hers. I wanted to scream, my orgasm was so intense. It pounded inside me like a hammer. I wanted to scream but I had no breath.

“Mommy… Mommy…” I heard Kelly whimpering, and then she was coming too. She fell against me, shuddering and moaning, her hands on my breasts, her panting, sweaty face hot against my neck, her young body convulsing.

I wrapped my legs around her legs, my arms around her back.

“Oh my baby,” I said, my breath finally returning, “oh my sweet girl, my precious girl, oh I love you so much.”

I rubbed my hands on her, feeling the warm slipperiness of her skin, loving how our bodies were so close now, meshed so perfectly. At my center, there was still a faint throbbing, and I could feel the heat from my little girl’s sex as it nestled inside mine.

After a long time, I opened my eyes. I looked over at Angela. She was on her knees between her 9-year-old daughter’s open legs, licking her. She noticed me watching them and gave me a wink. I smiled.

Kelly finally stirred and gently lifted herself, rolling off of me. I turned to face her, caressing her body and kissing her mouth. “Thank you, darling,” I whispered.

She held my face and smiled into my eyes. “Oh, Mommy, that was so awesome.”

“Yes, it sure was,” I chuckled.

She pushed herself up on an elbow to check on the others. When she saw Angela licking her little girl, her eyes went wide again. “Wow, those two are unbelievable.”

“Aren’t they?”

Then Kelly’s hands were on my breasts, fondling them. She pinched my nipples and leaned down, taking the hard tips into her mouth, one at a time, biting and licking and sucking them. I groaned in pleasure, stroking her hair.

My daughter played with my nipples for several minutes, making me ecstatic with joy. Then she slid down between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. I lifted my head to look at her. She smiled and said, “I want to try licking you.”

I closed my eyes and laid back, holding my breasts in my hands, squeezing the nipples. I felt my little girl’s hot breath between my thighs, her fingers tenderly opening my labia, her lips kissing me there.

I felt her tongue bathing my sex, tasting me, licking me, searching until she found my clit, and then sucking it. I felt a finger go inside me. My pussy was so wet and so open, she easily slid another finger into me. She licked my clit and fucked me with her fingers and I was getting very close.

Then her tongue moved down. Her lips covered my sex, her tongue slid deep inside me, into my vagina — my own precious daughter was fucking my cunt with her tongue!

I came hard, my thighs clamping around her head. I shivered and shook, unaware of anything in the world except the white-hot orgasm my little girl was giving me.

For at least several seconds, I don’t know for how long, we stayed that way, my body in the throes of a long climax, one spasm after another surging through me. I held my breasts in my hands, my eyes were tightly closed… and then, at last, when I was finally able to regain control of myself, I looked down and realized that I had Kelly’s head firmly trapped between my legs. Could she even breathe?

I quickly opened my thighs, and my daughter raised her face to look up at me. She was smiling, her eyes hooded, her lips and chin covered in my orgasmic juices — literally dripping from her.

“That was fun,” I giggled. “But are you okay, honey? I didn’t squeeze you too hard between my legs, did I?”

“I’m fine,” she said with a grin, rubbing the back of her neck. “I almost suffocated, but it was a good kind of suffocation.”

We laughed together. Then we heard Bambi squealing, and we both turned to look.

Angela was sitting on her haunches. She held her little girl in her arms, upside down, facing away from her, her arms wrapped tightly around the child’s waist. Bambi’s head was on the bed, her thin legs were slung over her mother’s shoulders, and Angela had her lips planted on her daughter’s pussy, her tongue sliding up and down through the girl’s slit.

Bambi was coming in her mother’s mouth.

When Bambi finished climaxing, Angela set her gently down on the bed, leaned over and kissed her child on the lips. They cuddled together for a few moments, smiling and kissing and tenderly caressing.

As Kelly and I watched them, I marveled at what an amazing turn our lives had taken in one short afternoon. She and I were now lesbian lovers, thanks to the eager encouragement of Angela and her precocious little daughter.

Would we stay that way forever? Or would it only be a passing thing? I had no way of knowing, of course, and I contented myself by recognizing that what we had experienced today was a wonderful gift, and whatever more there was to come, and however long it lasted, I would treasure this special time in our lives.

Angela sat up on the bed, stretching. I admired her long, golden, perfectly shaped body. “Well, I’m getting hungry,” she said. “Is anyone ready for dinner?”

“I am!” answered Bambi, kicking her little legs in the air.

I didn’t know what time it was, but I was hungry too. I hadn’t eaten anything since coffee and toast at breakfast.

“Okay, let’s get dressed, and then I’ll take us all out to that restaurant on the second floor of the hotel, Jameson’s. It’s supposed to be very good.”

“But that place is expensive,” I began, feeling like a rube as soon as I’d said it. “And besides, we’ve already overstayed our welcome with you.”

“Oh, nonsense,” Angela said with a wave of her hand, “we love having you here with us.”

“Well, if we do go out to eat, I insist on paying for at least half the check.”

“No, you will not. You are our guests. This is our special treat, mine and Bambi’s for you and your precious daughter.” Angela winked at Kelly, who hunched her shoulders and grinned shyly at her.

“But —” I tried to protest.

“I’ll not hear another word about it. This is our treat, and that’s final.” The woman crawled to me on the bed, took my chin firmly in her hand and said, “Don’t make me discipline you, young lady.”

Bambi laughed and clapped, and I had to giggle too.

“All right,” I said, “I can see there’s no arguing with you.”

“That’s right,” agreed Angela, as she got up from the bed, again stretching her long, shapely limbs.

“We’ll have to get washed up,” I started to say, and then I realized something. “But, wait, I don’t think I have, or Kelly has, the right kind of clothes with us for such a nice restaurant.”

“Well let’s see,” said Angela, thinking. “You were wearing that sexy swishy skirt with a silk top. Those are just fine, although you would do me a great favor, Sharon, if you did not wear panties or a bra under your clothes when we go down to dinner.”

“Ooh, yeah,” said Bambi.

“And if you want,” continued Angela, “you can wear a pair of my high heels with your outfit. They’d do wonders for your pretty legs.”

I blushed, happy to receive the compliment. I was mostly thinking, though, about how naughty it would be to go out in public, to a fancy restaurant, not wearing a bra or even any panties. I had never done that before!

“Kelly, if you want to, you can wear your jeans and your little top. That wouldn’t present any problem at all, I’m sure. But on the other hand, you’re also more than welcome to go look through Bambi’s dresses and pick out one you’d like to wear tonight. You girls are almost the same size, except Bambi’s a little thinner. So, depending on the dress you choose, it might fit you a little tightly. I certainly would not complain about that, though.” She winked again at my daughter, who giggled and blushed.

“Come on, let’s go see which ones you like!” Bambi jumped off the bed, grabbed Kelly’s hand and the two little girls ran naked from the room.

“Kelly, make sure you wash up first before you get dressed,” I called after them.

“Okay, Mom!”

“That’s a good idea,” agreed Angela. “Before we start putting clothes on, why don’t you and I freshen up too?”

She took my hands in hers, helped me down off the bed, kissed me warmly on the mouth, and then led me into the adjoining bathroom.

It was huge. Definitely more of a bathroom suite than just a bathroom.

There was that gigantic whirlpool tub, easily big enough to fit all four of us, I thought lasciviously. There was a stall shower with two seats and two nozzles, a double vanity, a separate room with a toilet and a bidet, and a large walk-in closet or dressing room, where I could see two open trunks along with several dresses on hangers.

We washed our hands and faces at the double sink. She opened her makeup case between us and offered to let me use any of her cosmetics that I wanted. I had my own makeup in my purse in the other room, but I couldn’t resist trying some of hers. I was sure they must be expensive, the very top of the line.

We made up our faces, sitting naked next to each other on little padded stools. When we were finished, Angela turned to me, studied me closely, then took my face in her hands and softly kissed my lips, letting her tongue just tease the opening to my mouth.

She pulled away, smiling. “You are a delicious young woman.”

“Oh, um, thank you.” I blushed again, but then I took her hands in mine. “And, Angela, I just want to thank you for, for everything. You’ve been so kind to me and Kelly, and I, I just can’t tell you how much I appreciate the things you’ve helped us discover today.”

She smiled and kissed me once again, just brushing our lips together so as not to disturb our makeup. “I’m so glad that my little girl chose you, and your precious Kelly too. It has been our pleasure. We are the ones who are very grateful that you have trusted us and let us get so close to you.”

I put my hands on the woman’s astonishing breasts.

“Now I’m starting to think,” I told her, “that I’m not so hungry after all. Not for food anyway. I’d really like to lick your pussy right now.”

“Ooh, darling,” said Angela, “you’re making me wet again. I’ll be dripping down my legs when we walk into the restaurant.”

I grinned at her and squeezed her tits.

“But seriously,” she said, “there will be time for that later, I promise. And yes, I would truly love to have your tongue inside my hole.”

She extended her tongue and we kissed that way for another moment or two, just our two tongues caressing, and then she pulled away.

“Now, you go put your clothes on — but remember, no undies! — and then come back here and we’ll pick out some shoes for you.”

“Okay.” On impulse, though, I leaned down and gave one of her breasts a lick, teasing the hard nipple with my tongue and taking it briefly between my teeth.

“Mmm,” she sighed, “what a naughty girl you are. Your daughter is very lucky.”

“As is yours,” I grinned, then walked naked from the room in search of my top and skirt.

I found them where I had left them and pulled them on. I also went back to Angela’s bedroom and retrieved my panties and bra, tucking them into my purse.

I went to look at myself in the large mirror over the antique dresser in her room. I shifted slowly back and forth, watching my breasts move under the clingy silk top. My nipples showed clearly through as if I was wearing nothing at all. And beneath the three gauzy layers of my skirt, each layer mostly sheer, I had no panties on. I knew that if someone looked at me in that skirt, in just the right light, they would be able to see everything I had. That was such a racy idea it made me start getting wet again. I’ll be like Angela, I thought, with my pussy dripping down my leg as we walk into the high-class restaurant.

“Oh, there you are,” said the tall blonde, now even taller in a pair of black pumps with four-inch heels. The woman towered over me. She was wearing a black leather miniskirt that came to mid-thigh. Her legs were bare, and I knew that under the short skirt there were no panties. Above the skirt, she had on a tight blue cashmere sweater with a deeply cut V-neck. Of course, she wore no bra.

She took my hand and led me to the dressing room. I couldn’t believe what I saw. In a large trunk, specially designed to hold shoes, were at least three dozen pairs — just for a weekend trip! We browsed through them together, and finally I picked a pair of strappy heels that fit quite well and that made me look extremely alluring.

I kept turning this way and that in the dressing room, admiring my reflection in the full-length mirror. I had never owned, or worn, such a sexy pair of shoes.

“A perfect choice,” said Angela, patting me on the bottom. Then we went to fetch the girls.

We found them in Bambi’s room. Kelly was dressed and was trying on a couple of different pairs of shoes. Bambi was still naked, bless her little heart.

“Okay, daughter,” said Angela with mock anger, “is that how you’re going to go to the restaurant?”

The little girl giggled. “No, Mommy. Should I wear this dress, or this dress?”

The first one she held up was satin, dark red, with crown sleeves and a simple scoop neckline. It was quite elegant. The second dress was yellow with a floral pattern. It had spaghetti straps and looked to be very short.

“I like that one,” I said.

“So do I,” said her mother.

“Me too,” agreed Bambi. “But can I wear my boots with it?”

She held up the little black boots she’d been wearing when Kelly and I first spotted her in the mall, supposedly lost.

“Didn’t I just get you some white boots?” asked Angela. “Try those instead.”

“Oh, yeah! Good idea!” she enthused. She dug into her other trunk — she had two just for a weekend trip! — and found the boots. Sitting naked on the floor, she tugged them on and zipped them up. They came to about mid-calf, were shiny white, and the heels were a bit taller than the other pair.

“I like these!” Bambi said. Getting to her feet, looking spectacularly seductive in nothing but the boots, she picked up the yellow dress and handed it to me. “Will you help me put this on?”

“Sure, sweetie.” I held the little dress up for her to put her arms through. It had a stretchy puckered top that fit tightly over the girl’s narrow chest, and as I pulled it down I could see that it was indeed very short. It barely covered her bottom.

I would never have allowed Kelly to go out in a dress that short, at least not after she was older than about 6, and certainly not without wearing any panties! But I also had to admit it was very exciting to think about walking through the hotel with Bambi wearing that outfit, knowing that if she bent over slightly or if there was even a gust of wind… and I imagined that it must give her mother the same lecherous thrill as it gave me.

Angela had been helping Kelly select some shoes, and now they were ready. Kelly stood up to show me. She looked so lovely it took my breath away.

My daughter wore an exquisite light pink silk dress in a shimmering pattern. It was sleeveless with a scooped neckline, quite low cut, and had an empire waist.

No longer wearing her Victoria’s Secret push-up bra, Kelly appeared younger and slimmer than she had before. The way the gown showed so much of her chest, with her lovely strawberries-and-cream skin coloring and pale freckles, and the way the neckline revealed the gentle swellings of her small breasts but stopped just short of her nipples, I was entranced by it and by her.

The dress came to about six inches above her knees, showing off her slender legs. She and Angela had chosen a pair of rose-colored low-heeled shoes with open toes that perfectly complimented the rest of the outfit.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I exclaimed, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking so beautiful!”

“Like a little princess,” added Angela.

Kelly smiled shyly. “Thank you.”

“How about me?” blurted Bambi, twirling around in her little dress. “Do I look nice?”

“Oh, yes, you do, my sweet!” said Angela, and then with a laugh, “But I think you’d better not spin around that way in the hotel lobby, or everyone will see your little pee-pee.”

“Oops,” said the child, clapping her hands to her cheeks in pretend shame, and we all laughed with her.

Continue on to Chapter 6

6 Comments on The Lost Girl Game, Chapter 5

  1. Abby says:

    Hot sexy. Makes me wet

  2. Thanks, Abby! Making panties wet is Mommy’s mission in life. :D

  3. MrStrut says:

    Hearing about the mothers and daughters licking each other is so erotic NM. If I wore panties they would be wet too! lol Thanks for making it your mission to make women wet. I love reading about it.

  4. Casey says:

    Absolutely filthy and nasty…more please :)

  5. Tammy says:

    Mommy taking her little girls cherry. So beautiful. I love humping a wet pussy.

  6. Mac says:

    Delightful

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