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Bambi at the Beach, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 31, 2015 at 2:37 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The shower felt very nice after a long day at the beach, and that quick session of oral sex from my 10-year-old daughter felt even better. Fully refreshed, I started getting ready for our dinner date with Eve and her two girls.

I put on a summery green silk dress that left one shoulder bare. On the other side a slit ran from my knees halfway up my thigh. I had a jade necklace that went perfectly with the dress, along with matching green high-heeled sandals. I left my legs bare and did not wear either panties or a bra. My breasts swung freely under the smooth fabric, my nipples clearly evident.

Bambi went with one of her little girl outfits: a short-sleeved white cotton blouse, buttoned up, together with a very short pleated skirt, blue and green plaid. Under the skirt she was wearing ruffly white undies. She had white anklets on her feet, along with a pair of black buckled shoes. She looked adorable, and extremely seductive.

We admired each other, then took the elevator downstairs to meet our friends.

I was pleased to see that Eve was dressed in a denim miniskirt, instead of opting for pants — that meant, I hoped, that she wanted me to see her legs. She was wearing a striped gray tank top over it, with a bra, along with a light denim jacket that matched the skirt. Her legs, like mine, were bare, and she was wearing flat brown leather sandals.

“Wow, you look fantastic,” said Gwen to me as we walked up. “Like you’re in a magazine or something.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

Gwen, 16, was in a short skirt as well, but it was of a stretchy knit fabric in neon pink. It set off her long tanned legs quite nicely. On top she was wearing a white v-neck shirt with a pink beaded necklace. She was wearing a bra, but it was thin enough that her nipples clearly protruded. On her feet were white sneakers.

“You look lovely yourself,” I told her. “Those legs of yours are just amazing.”

“Thanks,” she grinned.

I looked at Paige, the smoldering 11-year-old beauty. She was wearing black leggings with flat black shoes and a long-sleeved flowing top, like a smock, that came to mid-thigh. The smock was in a paisley pattern, gold and green.

I leaned over, fingering her silk top in my hands, and said to her, “This fabric is so beautiful. Did you choose the shirt yourself? Or did your mother get it for you?”

She smiled proudly. “No, I picked it out myself.”

“She just loves colors and patterns, of all kinds,” said Eve.

The five of us walked to the parking lot and found their car, and I gave Eve directions to the restaurant.

We enjoyed a pleasant meal together. I didn’t push the seduction during dinner, thinking it best just to relax and become more friendly. Bambi sat between me and Gwen. Eve sat on the other side of me, and Paige was between her mother and her sister.

As we ate, I felt my daughter’s hand sliding inside the slit in my dress several times. She reached her fingers up my thigh as far as she could, though I would not allow her to touch my bare pussy. And it was not only my leg that my little girl was caressing that night. I could see her hand moving under the table on her other side too, evidently stroking Gwen’s smooth thigh. So, although I was not pushing the seduction at dinner, the same could not be said for Bambi.

After we finished eating and I paid the bill, over Eve’s objections, I suggested that we drive to a point that reached out into the ocean about 15 minutes south of the hotel. There was a state park protecting the site.

“That sounds nice,” said Eve. “We can watch the sun go down.”

When we arrived and got out of the car, the girls ran ahead of us, down the trail that led toward the beach and the tide pools. Eve and I followed behind, more slowly. I didn’t try to take her hand this time, or her arm. It would be up to her to make the next move between us.

It didn’t take long. Whatever I was doing with her was succeeding.

Eve put her arm through mine as we walked. After a minute, she began gently rubbing my forearm with her other hand. When we came to a lookout point with a spectacular vista of the Pacific Ocean, the setting sun hovering just above the water, we stopped for a moment to admire the view. The girls were somewhere ahead of us, quite a bit further down the trail by now.

After a moment of peaceful solitude, Eve turned to me, her face close to mine. “Angela,” she said in a soft voice, “will you kiss me again?”

I gazed at her, caressing her cheek with my fingers. I looked into her lovely hazel eyes, and at her pretty mouth. Her lips, adorned with a touch of gloss, glimmered seductively in the angled sunlight.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I whispered to her.

“I… I think so… but, um, I’ve never done it before.”

“It’s okay,” I told her. “I have.”

That made us both chuckle, and then I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed.

This was not the single tender kiss we’d shared earlier under the beach umbrella. It began slowly, but then it quickly became passionate and urgent. The woman put her arms around me, pulling me close. Our lips parted and our tongues eagerly explored each other’s mouths.

When we broke the long kiss a minute later, Eve was panting. Her face was flushed. It looked almost as if she’d already had an orgasm.

“Wow,” she gasped, catching her breath, “that was, that was — I think I want some more like that!”

We laughed again and hugged. When I began to kiss and lick her warm neck, she swooned, literally, in my arms. I had to hold her up.

“Oh my god,” she said, pulling away for a moment as she recovered, fanning herself with her hand. She was smiling brightly, her eyes gleaming. “Pretty soon I’ll be throwing you down in the sand and, and raping you.”

“I wouldn’t object to that,” I told her, “even in front of the girls.”

That stopped her for a second. It looked like she was going to say something, but then she may have remembered her earlier promise about going along for the ride and not judging. She shrugged her shoulders and giggled, “Angela, you’re turning me into a sex fiend.”

I drew her close, giving her a quick kiss on the lips, then looked into her eyes. “No, darling, I’m not. I’m merely opening the door for you so the sex fiend that’s already inside can come out and play.”

Eve stared at me, her face a picture of wonderment and openness. After a moment, she placed her fingers gently on my lips, caressing them as she whispered, “I think this will be a very interesting next few days.”

I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, licking her fingers. That made her gasp, and I felt a tremor of excitement pass through her body as I held her in my arms.

Then she shook her head as if to clear it and glanced around, seeming to come to a realization of where we were. “Oh, uh, we, we’d better go on. The girls might be worrying.”

“I don’t think they’ll give us a second thought,” I smiled. “But yes, I think we should go down and check on them.”

“Will you kiss me again, one more time?”

“Gladly.”

This time our kiss was less urgent but perhaps more meaningful, more soulful. It held the sure promise of a deeper bond between us. When we finished, Eve was trembling.

“Um, I… I think I want to make love with you,” she whispered. She let one hand slide down from my shoulder to find my breast. She squeezed it gently, rubbing her palm over my hard nipple.

“That feels nice, very nice,” I told her. “And yes, making love with you is something I would enjoy very much, if we can find the right time and the right place.”

“What’s wrong with here and now?” she joked.

“Oh, my, you are a sex fiend.”

We giggled together, kissed briefly once more, then started down the path to find our daughters. Eve held my hand in hers, swinging it like we were long-time lovers.

Five minutes later, we reached the bottom of the trail. We could see the girls crouched over some rocks near the water’s edge. They were looking at tide pools.

Bambi saw us. “Mommy! Come and look! Gwen found crabs, and starfish, and everything!”

My high-heeled sandals were not really designed for rock climbing, so I slipped them off and carried them. We looked at the tide pools with the kids for a few minutes, but then the sun dipped below the horizon and it began to get dark. There was a slight summer night’s chill in the air that made my nipples stand up even longer and harder than usual. I noticed it had the same effect on Gwen’s chest.

We started back up the trail together, stopping briefly at the lookout point to admire the last fading colors of the sunset. The girls stayed with us this time. Eve and I held hands the whole way back to the car.

As we pulled into the hotel parking lot, I said, “You know, it’s really not that late. Why don’t you come up to our room for a nightcap? I’ve got the most wonderful cognac, Eve, I know you’d enjoy it. The girls can have soft drinks, or, I know, we can order a room service dessert for them to share.”

“Yeah!” shouted Bambi from the back seat.

“That’s tempting,” Eve mused, as she looked at the dashboard clock. It was 9:21. “But I really should get Paige to bed. At home, it’s lights out at 9:00 for her.”

“Mom, it’s vacation,” complained Paige, “and anyway, I’m 11 years old now. I should be able to stay up later.”

“Well, all right. But only for a little while. I want you in bed by 10:00 — no, I guess that’s too soon, by 10:30, okay?”

“Yay!” Paige and Bambi cheered together.

“Oh, and I just remembered something,” I added. “Gwen, I’ve got a nice skirt I brought along that doesn’t fit me very well any more. My waist is getting too big in my old age. But I’m sure it would look smashing on you with your long legs. I’ll show you the skirt and you can try it on if you want.”

“That’s awesome,” said Gwen. “Thanks!”

When we got on the elevator, I inserted my card key into a slot and pushed the button marked ‘PH’.

Paige asked “What does PH stand for?”

“It means penthouse,” announced Bambi. “That’s where we’re staying.”

“Penthouse? What’s that?” Paige inquired.

Gwen told her, “It’s the highest room in the hotel, the top floor. Kind of fancy, probably.”

And when the door opened on the top floor, not into a standard hotel hallway, but directly into the entrance foyer of our suite, Gwen and Paige were in awe. “Wow, this is like you have… the whole floor to yourselves.”

“Yeah, we do,” said Bambi. “Come and see my room!”

So, the three kids raced off to see Bambi’s room, which was quite nice, of course, commanding a beautiful view of the coast to the north. My room, the master bedroom, had an even more expansive view to the west and the south. There was a third large bedroom that we weren’t currently using, but which might be needed at some point, I hoped, if we ever hosted a big enough lesbian orgy.

Before going to the master bedroom, I took Eve from the foyer into the main living area, where I opened the well-stocked liquor cabinet and poured us each a generous portion of excellent cognac. We toasted each other and shared a quick kiss, then I called room service and asked them to send up four of their best desserts.

When I hung up, I smiled, “We’ll let the girls each choose the dessert they want, and you and I can split whatever is left.”

“Sounds great,” she said, giving me another kiss.

Holding her hand, I led her into the master bedroom. Her eyes went wide when she saw the ultra-modern design, capped by a spectacular view.

“Wow, this is simply unbelievable,” she raved. “I’m not even going to ask how much a room like this must cost. I know I couldn’t afford it.”

“I don’t mind paying for it,” I told her, “because then I have a very special place to take my very special guests.”

As I said that, I came up behind Eve, standing at the bay window. I slipped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

“Mmm, that’s so nice,” she purred.

She turned to face me, put her glass down, and kissed me, using her tongue, pressing her body tightly against mine. When she ended the kiss, she backed away slightly, grinning but looking guilty.

“I, I really have to be more careful,” she said. “I don’t want the girls to see.”

“Why not? Why shouldn’t they?”

“Well, it’s just… I…”

“Is there anything wrong with showing affection to someone you care about? Is that something to hide?” I asked her.

“No, it’s…” she found a chair and sat. “It’s just, I don’t know, I guess I’m kind of confused.”

I sat down on the edge of the huge round bed, facing her. After crossing my legs on the side with the slit in my dress, making sure plenty of thigh would show, I asked her, “Eve, are you willing to trust me?”

She looked at my legs. “Yes, I, I want to.”

“If you are willing to trust me, to follow my lead, to go along for the ride, as you said before, I promise you will not regret it. It might not be easy for you, though, because you have a lot of closed doors, speaking figuratively, that we will have to open, and that may be difficult. You’ve been sheltered, as you told me earlier, for a very long time. Are you willing to try?”

She didn’t answer right away, just sat in her chair, looking at me. I could see that she was thinking about what I’d said.

Finally she took a deep breath, got to her feet, and came to stand in front of me. She touched my face, caressing my cheek.

“I didn’t know it until now,” she began, “but I can see that for quite a while I’ve been, um, waiting for something to happen. Something that would, that would take me to a place I haven’t been before. Do you know what I mean?”

Still sitting on the bed, I smiled up at her. Then I uncrossed my legs and let her sit on my lap, putting my arms around her waist. She had her arm over my shoulder.

“I do know what you mean,” I told her. “And, yes, if you follow my lead, I can promise that we will go to places you haven’t been before. It will be wonderful, amazing, literally breathtaking. But it also might be scary for you at first. That’s why I asked you about trust. You will have to trust me, do as I say, take a chance, go through those doors that have been closed for so long.”

“You make it sound like an adventure,” she smiled. “Is making love with a woman really that big of a deal?”

I didn’t return her smile. I wanted her to think seriously about this.

“It’s not only making love,” I said. “It’s how you feel about it. I’m talking about overcoming all the inhibitions and the shame and the desire to hide from yourself and from others who and what you really are.”

“You mean like not wanting my daughters to find me kissing you?”

“Exactly. And more than that too, much more. It’s a big change, but I think you’re ready for it. I know you can do it. We can do it together, if you’re willing.”

Continue on to Chapter 4

Every Sunday Night, Part One

  • Posted on May 29, 2015 at 3:26 pm

By Naughty Mommy

If you know my work, you’ll know that most of my stories are fairly long by the standards of porn. Sometimes, though, I’ll feel the need to write something without any backstory or character development or much of a plot. Nothing but hot perverted lesbian sex. That’s what I tried to do here. It worked for me, making your Naughty Mommy wet and giving me the happy feeling. I hope it does the same for you.

This one is dedicated to a friend, ‘unfastened belts’, who shares my juicy fetish.

The door slowly opens. It’s our mother.

“Are you girls awake?” we hear.

My sister and I both answer yes. We’ve been waiting for her.

The bedroom is dark, so Mommy switches on a lamp on the dresser. Now we can see her. She’s naked and rubbing herself, one hand on her boobs, another between her legs.

“You want to… do it again?” she asks, breathing hard.

“Yeah.” “Uh-huh.”

“Good… Take off your nighties first, all right?”

We get out of bed, quickly pulling off our nightgowns and then taking off our panties. We know that’s what she wants.

I look at my big sister, Trisha. She’s 11. I just turned 9. We smile at each other, feeling happy. It’s Sunday night, our favorite night of the week, the only time this ever happens. Why only on Sundays, I don’t know, but that’s how it is.

Without being told, we lie down on the floor, on the rug. It’s another new one, only a few weeks old. We have to get new rugs pretty often. My sister and I lie side by side. We hold hands, grinning at each other, giggling.

Mommy stays by the dresser for a minute, rubbing herself, just looking at our naked bodies. She licks her lips. Then she comes and stands over us, above our faces.

We can already smell her. She pulls her pussy lips open, showing us how wet she is, and then she puts two fingers inside, sliding them in and out real fast. After only about a minute, maybe less, she starts dripping. A long, gooey strand comes down and lands on my chest.

She fucks herself harder. More pussy juice comes out. This time she aims it to land on Trisha’s face. It hits her cheek. Trisha laughs. She sticks her tongue out to the side, but can’t quite reach it. We both giggle.

More pussy juice now, falling on my face too, some on my lips. It tastes good! Then more on my chest. Mommy is really dripping.

She moves a little, aiming for Trisha’s chest, for her nipples. Trisha is starting to get boobs. I wish I would but Mommy says it will be another couple years probably.

Mommy likes it when she gets pussy juice on Trisha’s little boobies. When a long, gooey drop lands right on top of one of my sister’s nipples, Mommy says, “Oh, fuck, yeah!” And we watch then how she slaps her pussy and rubs herself really fast with her wet fingers and in a minute she has her first one. Her first orgasm.

The goo that comes out after that is whiter. Mommy scoops it up in her hand and holds her fingers over Trisha’s pussy, letting some of it drip down, right on her slit. She moves over and does the same thing with me, letting her whitish pussy juice drip onto my slit.

Neither me or Trisha has any hair yet, down there I mean. Mommy doesn’t either. Well, she would have some, but she shaves it off so her hair won’t catch any juices. She wants all of it to get on us.

Mommy moves back up, above our faces. She squats down a little now, right over my sister’s mouth. She starts fucking herself with her fingers again and Trish gets a lot of stuff all over her face. It kind of goes everywhere. She laughs and licks her lips, tasting what she can reach. We can’t use our hands, though. That’s the rule.

It’s my turn next. I get a lot on my face too, and then more on my chest. Mommy says she wants to come. She wants to come on me. She rubs herself fast, real fast, then groans and says, “Oh fuck!” and I get a big gooey mess of her pussy juice on my face. I feel lucky because some of it goes right in my mouth and I can taste it and swallow it.

For a minute maybe, Mommy rests. My sister and I look at each other, smiling and licking our lips, still holding hands. Then Mommy is ready for more. We know what comes next.

Trisha spreads her legs. It’s okay now to use her fingers, but only so she can open herself. She pulls back her lips, holding her pussy open as wide as she can. Mommy gets on top of her, kind of crouching over her. She starts fucking herself hard again.

I push myself up on an elbow so I can watch. More juice drips out pretty soon. It gets on Trisha’s hand and on the inside of her legs, but it misses her hole. Mommy fucks herself some more. She moves in closer now, getting down so she can’t miss, where their pussies are almost next to each other. She fucks herself harder and harder until she has another orgasm. Kind of a flood comes out, dripping inside Trisha and running down between her legs.

Trisha is breathing really hard. I know what she wants. She wants to come too. We will later, but she really wants to come right now. Not yet, though, that’s the rule. Mommy says it makes it better if you have to wait. I don’t know, I guess she’s right.

Anyway, now it’s me. I spread my legs and use my fingers to open my little pussy for my mom. I want her juice inside me.

She looks at me first. She smiles at me, tells me how pretty I am, and then she starts playing with herself. “Mommy wants to come on you,” she says. “Mommy wants to come on her little girl.”

She’s on her knees, looking down at me, staring at my pussy while she rubs herself. She gets up close, fucks herself hard, and a big long drip comes out. It just misses, though, hitting right next to my hole. But another one comes after that, an even bigger drip this time. It goes inside me. “Oh, yeah!” I hear Trisha whisper. She’s beside me, helping me sit up so I can watch while I hold my pussy open.

Mommy’s getting ready to come. She moves in super close, only maybe an inch away from me, from my pussy. She’s breathing hard, fucking herself fast. Her face is all red. She keeps looking up into my eyes, and then back down at my hole.

I want her. I want her to do it. I want her to come on me. It doesn’t take long. She fucks herself with her fingers and rubs herself and all of a sudden she almost screams and presses her pussy up against me so there’s no space at all between us. She comes hard. I can feel her coming on me, in me. I feel her pulsing, and I can see her juices flowing, running down my legs.

She never did it that way before. Never right on top of me. I like it, a lot.

After a while, Mommy slowly stands up. She’s sweating, and still rubbing her pussy a little bit. But this part is done. The first part.

Continue on to Part Two

In My Room

  • Posted on May 28, 2015 at 1:19 pm

By KaiaKitty


 
The fairy first appeared to me one night when I was dreaming. In my dream she stood in the doorway of my bedroom and looked at me through the darkness. I couldn’t see her face but I imagined she was a very beautiful woman. I could feel her eyes on me in the dark. I wasn’t sure why, but it made me feel excited and happy to know that she was there. It was as though she was watching over me while I was sleeping.

She began coming to me almost every night in my dreams, always standing by the doorway and looking at me. I imagined that she smiled as she stood there, maybe the same smile my mother gives me when I make her happy. I didn’t know why, but I thought of the fairy as my mother too. I read in stories how sometimes there were fairies that came and took little children away. Those stories scared me, but part of me wondered what it would be like to see a real fairy and to have her take me away to fairy land.

So often now, so many nights I was dreaming about her, about this beautiful fairy woman who looked at me the way my mother did. And then one night she wasn’t in the doorway but standing closer. In my dream, I could see the outline of her body in the dark and I could see that she was almost naked. I could see her smile and her eyes, that were just like my mother’s eyes. And I could see her chest, too. Her large rounded breasts were there in front of me and I could just make out the circle of her nipples.

I suddenly realized that she wasn’t just standing and looking at me. She was doing something else too. The fairy’s hands were moving but I couldn’t tell what they were doing. She stood there in my room, in the dark, in a robe and the robe was open and I could see movement in the shadows. I wished I could see more, see what she was doing, but I was afraid to open my eyes all the way because if it was a dream she would go away and maybe I would never see her again.

The next morning I woke up and lay in my bed, thinking about my fairy mother. I don’t know why I began to call her that, but something told me that she wanted to be my mother, that she wanted to take me and hug me close to her and kiss me and hold my head to her chest, right next to her beautiful breasts. The thought of that made me excited. I rolled over and hugged my pillow, imagining I was hugging my fairy mother. My hand strayed down my body to my special spot and I rubbed myself thinking of her. When I finished I hugged the pillow really tight and kissed it, imagining I was kissing her.

A few nights later she came back and stood very close to my bed. I could see her more clearly in my dream. I could see her face that was like my mother’s face, kind and gentle and loving, and I could see the curves of her breasts and her smooth tummy, and I saw that she was touching herself under her panties, just like I touched myself thinking of her. I realized she wanted me. She wanted me to be her daughter, and she wanted me to be more. She wanted to hug me and kiss me just like I dreamed.

In the morning when I awoke my hand was already between my legs, rubbing my tiny clit, touching myself like my fairy mother touched herself, and I was thinking about her face and her eyes and her body, trying to keep the image of her in my head so I could be just like her, so I could rub myself watching her the same way she watched me. Every night when she would come to me I woke up in the morning and thought of her as I touched myself.

One night she slipped her panties down and I could see a bit of her pussy. I could see how she was fingering and rubbing herself while she looked at me. That morning I imagined her fingers touching me like that and I came really hard. It was so wonderful to think of her that way, I did it twice more before I got up.

I thought about her almost all the time now, wondering why I was dreaming about her so much. Why was she coming to me in my dreams? And why did she only just look at me? Why didn’t she touch me, too? Sometimes I tried to dream really hard that she touched me, but she never did.

I imagined the fairy as my mother. Did she want me to come live with her and be her daughter and she would be my mommy? Would she touch me then? I knew that was wrong, that mothers shouldn’t do that with their daughters, and I was afraid too that if she took me away to fairy land I might never come home. But then I would think about how pretty she was and how much I wanted to have her hug me and kiss me and call me her daughter and that made me happy. She would be a kind mother, just like my mother was, but she would kiss me and hug me all the time and I could kiss her and hug her and touch her all over.

I wondered, though, if she really became my mother, would I still want to touch her? Would I let her touch me? I knew it was wrong. She was my mother. She was a woman and I was a girl. I was her little girl. If I was her little girl… yes, I had to confess, I would still want her to touch me and kiss me and hug me. I would want her to stand in my room every night and touch herself while she looked at me, and then I’d want to wake up and hug her tight and kiss her all over, and if she asked me I would touch her. I would let her take my hand and show me how and I would explore every part of her and maybe even slide my fingers inside her and I would make her come the way I came every morning after she left.

I lay in bed thinking of her, wishing for her, telling her yes, it was okay… that I would be her daughter and do whatever she wanted and I didn’t care if it was wrong. As I fell asleep that night, I heard her come into my room again. She walked over to my bed and stood beside me. She opened her robe, and I saw that she had no panties on. I could see her beautiful pussy so close. She raised her leg up and put a foot on my bed and spread her pussy lips with her fingers so I could see even more. I fell in love with her. I wanted her to be my mother. I watched as she rubbed herself, her fingers making her pussy so wet. I could hear them sliding inside her, pushing in so hard and deep. I wanted so much to wake up then and tell her I loved her but I was afraid she would disappear. I waited until she was done and when she left I woke up and touched myself until I came so hard I wanted to scream.

From then on she always stood right next to my bed and spread herself for me. I was in love with the curve of her leg and her smooth thighs and the way she closed her eyes before she came. One night she climbed onto the bed and I thought she was going to snuggle with me but instead she stood over me. In my dream I could see everything now. I imagined I was looking up at her through half-closed eyes while she rubbed herself, staring up at her beautiful pussy the way she stared at me… loving… adoring. To have her this close was breaking my heart. To see the beautiful fairy woman standing above me, her body just out of reach, wanting me but not wanting to touch me. It made me ache inside.

Then one night she came in and knelt over me, her legs on either side of my head, her pussy just above my face in the dark. I could smell the scent of her, the scent of a grown woman next to my little body, a scent I had never smelled before in my life. It was overpowering. I could see in my imagination how wet she was, how excited I made her by just lying there. I felt a drop of her touch my cheek, but I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to wake and spoil everything.

When she left I woke up and touched my cheek. The moisture was still there. It wasn’t a dream. I had a real fairy mother and she was coming in my room every night. I didn’t know how it happened, but she was there and she really wanted me. I held the droplet to my nose and inhaled deeply, letting the scent of her fill me. I let my tongue run along my finger and tasted her for the first time. It was like in the story books when the fairies fed you honeydew and you belonged to them forever. I loved the taste of my fairy mother. I wanted to belong to her forever.

The next night she came again and knelt over me and this time she brought herself even closer to me. I felt her thighs on either side of me, sheltering me between her legs. I could hear the sound of her fingers rubbing her clit and sliding deep inside her. Her scent surrounded me and I knew more than anything that this is where I belonged. I wanted us to stay this way forever. I didn’t think of her as my fairy mother any more. She was just my mother. My real mother. And I was her little girl and I was between her legs where I belonged, where I always belonged, and I wanted my first kiss from her, but not from her mouth. I wanted my mother to kiss me with herself, with her pussy. I wanted her to lower herself all the way and take my head and guide me to her, and I wanted to kiss the wetness of her and kiss her deeply, like my very first kiss, and I wanted her to rub her pussy against my face so her juice ran all over and I wanted my mother to come on me and squeeze me between her legs as she came on her daughter’s face. And then I would come for her. I would spread my little legs and show her my tiny pussy so she could see how wet I was, and I would look up at her and smile and come so hard for her while she watched.

I woke the next morning bathed in the lingering scent of her. It was real. Her scent was all over my pillow and my hair and my face, and I lay there thinking of her, touching myself slowly and coming again and again. I finally got up and cleaned myself, and then I went down to the kitchen where my mother was making my breakfast. I felt so happy. I ran to her and gave her a big hug.

“I love you, Mommy,” I told her.

I pressed myself against her chest, breathing deeply, catching the familiar scent of my wonderful fairy mother.
 

If you enjoyed this story, you may want to read the companion piece, In Her Room.

Wanting Amber

  • Posted on May 28, 2015 at 10:15 am

By JetBoy

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Caroline gave her sister Amber a brief hug just before the girl hurried out of the car and into the stern gray building, off to her last day of school before summer vacation began.

This was a big day for them both. The night before, their mother had departed to the airport, on her way to France for a month-long vacation. Caroline was now sixteen, and she’d been left in charge of the house and her ten-year-old sister while Mom was away.

Caroline drove the short distance home to the three-story house where she had lived in for most of her life, eager to start enjoying the summer. Because her grades were so good, she and a few other students had been excused from school that day, so she had the house to herself.

Moments after arriving home, she sauntered into the back yard in shorts and a tank top, carrying a book, a bowlful of potato chips and a glass of lemonade.

Though Caroline could not exactly be called a beautiful girl, she was incredibly cute, with narrow hips and B-cup sized breasts. Her bright red hair flowed nearly down to her bottom, framing a fair-skinned face. She had a perky nose, a sprinkling of freckles and green eyes. It was her full, red lips that drew one’s attention first, however — her nicest feature.

She sighed contentedly as she relaxed in a deck chair next to the swimming pool. Placing her glass on a nearby table, she opened her book, one she’d been saving for this very day, and began to read.

The hours passed quickly, and Caroline soon found herself driving back to Rockridge Elementary to pick up her sister.

Amber smiled broadly when she saw Caroline pull up, almost skipping to the car in unrestrained glee. She hopped in and tossed her stuffed book bag into the back seat. “Whoo-hoo!” the girl cried. “No more school!”

Caroline grinned. “Look out, Phoenix — the Moore sisters on are the loose!” She slid the car into gear and pulled away from the curb as Amber reached for the volume of the CD player, turning it up even louder. The two girls bobbed their heads happily to Green Day the whole way home.

As soon as they entered the house, Amber dashed to her room, emerging a moment later in her swimsuit. Bounding joyously out to the patio, the gleeful ten-year-old leaped onto the diving board, bouncing a few times before hurling herself into the pool.

“Put on your suit!” the young girl cried as she came up, dripping wet and spluttering joyfully. “Come swim with me, Cari…”

Caroline rolled her eyes, but grinned. She never could say no to her little sister. “Okay… give me a minute.” She went into the house and to her room, where she put on her black bikini before hurrying back outside.

The girls played together in the pool for awhile before Caroline decided to get out. She dried herself, sat down on her deck chair and relaxed, watching her little sister swim and splash. Finally, Amber climbed out, vigorously rubbed at her shoulder-length blonde hair, then wrapped the towel around her shoulders and plunked herself in the chair next to where her sister sat.

Glancing over at Amber, Caroline allowed her gaze to linger, eyes following the line of the girl’s legs up to her narrow hips. She paused on the girl’s tummy for a moment before she found herself examining the bikini top that concealed her sister’s flat chest, her nipples clearly outlined through the material.

She suddenly sensed something odd as she studied her baby sister’s body. Her sex was becoming warm, and she felt curiously tingly. She shook her head impatiently, to clear it. Good grief, she thought, get a grip on yourself.

Caroline’s sexuality had been undecided for nearly three years now, ever since she’d lost her virginity at fourteen. Two experiences made up the whole of her heterosexual encounters, and neither one had been very special.

At fifteen, she began to wonder if she might be gay. She often found herself looking at other girls, especially in the locker room. The sight of their nude bodies definitely had an arousing effect on her, and one night she masturbated to orgasm while imagining herself kissing an especially cute cheerleader from gym class.

Even girls seemed to lack something, though. She’d had special feelings for one particular girl, but things didn’t work out in the end. They’d had sex once, and the experience had been pleasant, but not much more. It wasn’t the girl’s fault — she was kind and willing, but where was the heat, the passion that Caroline had longed for? In the end, she and the girl decided it best to be friends, and never spoke again of that night together.

Caroline often wondered just what it was she truly wanted in a lover — and if she would ever find it for herself.

“What are we having for dinner, Cari?” Amber asked, breaking into the teenager’s reverie.

“Oh, Mom left us fully stocked. The fridge, pantry… God, you’d think she planned to leave for a year. She also left us some money, so I thought that since school’s out, we could celebrate with…” she paused dramatically, ”…pizza!”

“Pizza!” Amber squealed, clapping her hands in glee. “Yeah!”

Shortly after five Caroline called in the pizza order, and in thirty minutes they were happily eating hot slices.

“Hey, sis,” The older girl offered, “wanna split a beer?”

Amber’s eyes grew wide and she nodded enthusiastically. She didn’t really like the flavor of beer, but she wasn’t supposed to have any — and that made it worth the weird taste.

Caroline hopped up and hurried to the kitchen. A few seconds later she walked back into the living room and pulled the cap off of a bottle of honey beer. Amber only took a few sips, and left the rest for Caroline to finish.

She did, then decided to have another. Now slightly tipsy, Caroline sat on the couch and began flipping through channels on the television. Amber wandered off to her room. Checking the listings, Caroline found an old movie she had always wanted to see that was just about to begin, so she quickly ran to the kitchen for a soda and the bag of potato chips, then settled in on the sofa.

It wasn’t very late by the time the closing credits were rolling, but Caroline found herself feeling drowsy. It was past Amber’s bedtime, so she decided to get some sleep herself.

Luckily, her little sister was also yawning, so Caroline had no trouble persuading her to turn in for the night, promising to make French toast for breakfast as a special treat.

With Amber tucked in and kissed goodnight, she went to her room, quickly stripping down to t-shirt and panties. She slipped into bed and almost immediately dozed off.

It could have only been a few minutes or perhaps hours, Caroline didn’t know. She found herself awake and squinting at Amber’s face, her little sister shivering by the bedside.

“I’m… I’m a little scared without Mom here,” the girl said, embarrassed.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“I had a bad dream. C-can I sleep with you?”

“Sure you can,” Caroline replied, lifting the blankets and letting her younger sister crawl into bed with her.

The little girl snuggled in with her back to her sister. Caroline held the child closely enough that she could smell the girl’s hair. They had slept together before, but tonight she was noticing, as if for the first time, how lovely it felt to hold Amber in her arms. She was soft and cuddly, and smelled so nice…

Spooning her sister, lying in the darkness with that warm little body against hers, Caroline became aware that she was again feeling stirrings of sexual excitement, just like she had earlier that afternoon by the pool. It was a gentle throb between her thighs, such as she usually felt before masturbating. And somehow, cuddling with Amber seemed to be part of it.

What’s wrong with you? she chastised herself. Jeez, someone here totally needs to get laid…

She closed her eyes and tried to purge these ridiculous thoughts from her mind, eventually drifting back to sleep.

By the next afternoon she had all but forgotten the strange desires that had surfaced in her mind the night before. Amber was at a friend’s house, and would be gone until Sunday night. This gave Caroline an opportunity to do something that she truly loved: read sexy stories and masturbate.

Stripping down to her panties, Caroline sat down before the family computer, went to her favorite erotic story site and clicked on the lesbian category. She always seemed to gravitate toward the girl/girl stories. Caroline told herself it was because they were more romantic, but she knew in her heart that the lesbian stuff got her far more excited than anything else.

Today, however, she paused on a category she had never looked into before.

Caroline held the mouse cursor over the section labeled “Adult/Child,” struggling with herself. She wanted to go inside, but was a bit disturbed at how perverted the idea made her feel. Finally she shrugged and clicked the link.

Most of the listed stories had names that seemed innocent, almost cute. She scanned down the list, finally settling on a title that interested her, “Gwyneth’s Naughty Angel.” She clicked the link and, after scrolling past the standard disclaimer, began to read.

It was a story about a young English nanny who seduced the girl in her care. The girl really was a child, too, about the same age as Amber. Caroline shifted in her seat, surprised by how excited she was. The story painted wonderful images of the woman pleasuring the little girl, kissing her, caressing her, finally going down on her. Their lovemaking was gentle, yet very passionate.

Soon, Caroline was touching herself. She began to shift about in the chair, circling the opening of her vagina with a fingertip. Clutching the arm of the chair with her free hand, she closed her eyes, a glowing heat building in her belly. Caroline bit her lip as these feelings quickly intensified, suddenly whimpering through clenched teeth as waves of pleasure began to surge through her shivering body. She worked her clit with her thumb while using two fingers to probe her cunt, trying to sustain her climax as long as she was able. Finally overcome, the flushed teen slumped back in the chair.

As her heartbeat returned to normal, Caroline brought her sticky fingers to her lips, licking the honey from them. It always excited her, doing that. Ever since discovering the delights of masturbation, she’d loved the taste of her pussy.

Rising to stretch, Caroline shut down the computer, went to wash her hands, then padded to her room to slip into her nightshirt and a fresh pair of panties. Descending the staircase to the living room, she sank into the sofa and turned on the television.

But suddenly, she couldn’t focus on the program she’d planned to watch. A feeling of deep guilt over what she had just done seemed to appear from nowhere, seeping into Caroline’s soul.

Troubled, perched on the edge of the couch, the teenage girl drummed on her knee with jittery fingers. Why had she been so excited by that story? She ought to have been offended — instead, she had reveled in its lewdness. Brought herself to orgasm while picturing it.

And now, she found herself unable to shake her thoughts of — of touching a little girl. Of kissing her childish mouth. Slowly undressing her. Revealing the girl’s thin body, one tantalizing part at a time.

Caroline’s nerves were jangling, her skin prickling with renewed excitement.

She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself. It’s just a fantasy, she insisted. I’m not really going to go to bed with a little girl. It’s only pretending, the same as when I used to play like I was a ballet dancer. Not such a big difference.

Deep down inside, though, Caroline suspected that there was a very big difference. It was one thing to engage in games of pirouettes and gazelle-like leaps across the living room floor — quite another to lose oneself in dreams of sex with a little girl. But her cunt pulsed with heat, her lust speedily reawakening.

“Just a fantasy,” she whispered, one hand slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.

It’s only make-believe, that’s all… I’m not hurting anybody.

A tiny whimper escaped Caroline’s lips as she pressed two fingers into the warm, moist flesh of her vagina. Her eyes slowly drifted shut, and she relaxed into the embrace of the couch, allowing her imagination to wander freely.

In her mind the teen pictured a blond nymph, no older than ten. She was dressed in a Smurfs t-shirt and shorts, sandals on her feet. No… she’s barefoot, Caroline decided.

She pictured the girl smiling, her eyes alight in anticipation of the new game they were about to play — first, shyly reaching down for the bottom of her t-shirt, then tugging it up and off, baring her flat chest. Caroline moaned softly at the image of the half-naked child, of the little girl’s pert nipples. She wondered how they would feel in her mouth.

The blond child continued to undress, slipping her shorts down to her ankles, then daintily stepping from them. She was now wearing only white cotton panties… and as an increasingly aroused Caroline squirmed upon the sofa, easing a finger into her cunt, she saw the little girl slip out of them, too.

Caroline’s breath deepened as she imagined it: the golden-haired nymph standing before her completely naked, arms slightly spread, as if she were presenting herself. Giving her body to me, Caroline thought. To touch. To kiss. Mmmm, yes… to love.

In the fantasy, Caroline was now nude herself — and she scooted to the edge of the sofa, reaching out for her childish lover. The girl, her face radiant with delight, moved into the trembling teen’s embrace.

Caroline allowed her hands to wander over the girl’s babyish body as they hugged, finally gliding down to cup the soft globes of her bottom. She gazed lovingly into the child’s eyes, then sought out her mouth in a gentle kiss.

Their lips pressed together, then lingered; Caroline’s tongue emerged to play, tracing her little lover’s mouth. The girl gave a small coo of pleasure, tilting her head slightly and moving deeper into the kiss.

Her heart stuttering frantically, Caroline penetrated the child’s parted lips with her tongue, kissing her with a passion she had never known in her sixteen years. And the girl loved it, happily allowing the teen to take her.

Lost in the crazy fantasy she had concocted for herself, Caroline masturbated hard and deep, two fingers plunging in and out of her dripping pussy. Her head was thrown back, mouth open.

She imagined herself gently breaking away from her new lover, drawing away to smile at the naked child, to whisper, “I love you.”

But the girl in her arms was no longer the little blonde whose existence she had conjured from thin air… now, nestled in Caroline’s embrace, was the petite body and smiling face of — the realization hitting the teenager like a bolt from the blue — her baby sister Amber.

It was as if a bucketful of ice water had been hurled in her face. Stunned, Caroline opened her eyes wide and sat up straight on the couch, aghast, all thoughts of masturbation vanished in an instant. “Oh, God,” she breathed. “Oh, shit.”

How could that have happened? Why had Amber popped into her sex fantasy? She adored her little sister — had been her companion and protector ever since Mom had brought the baby home from the hospital just after Caroline’s sixth birthday. She’d even planned to attend college at Arizona State, just so that she could be close to home, near Amber.

And she was only ten, for fuck’s sake! How was it possible to have lustful thoughts about her?

Because little girls get you hot, she countered, with a rising sense of disgust. Might as well be honest about it, especially after the way you just got off on that… that creepy fantasy of yours.

Numbly she rose, shambling into the kitchen to wash her hands again. But instead of returning to the living room and her TV show, Caroline sat at the dining room table, staring out the window into the approaching night.

Things only grew worse as the evening dragged on. Until now, Caroline had never experienced anything akin to sexual desire for her baby sister — but now the genie had been released from its bottle, the idea of Amber as an object of lust now made real and vivid.

Again and again, in spite of her struggle to think about something, anything else, impressions of making love to a naked Amber battered the teen’s mind without mercy. And having taken herself to the very brink of orgasm without finishing… well, that certainly didn’t help things. But Caroline was afraid to masturbate now. Afraid of her own thoughts.

I’m a bad person, she told herself. Normal girls don’t think about… about fucking their ten-year-old sisters!

She quietly sobbed, a tear slowly rolling down her cheek.

Finally, unable to sit still, Caroline spent a long, lonely while pacing through the darkened house, refusing to turn on the lights, not wanting to see. It was one o’clock when she finally crawled into bed, exhausted by worry and guilt. Thankfully, she fell asleep right away.

But sometime in the night, a dazed Caroline awoke to find herself writhing among the sheets, a hand buried in her panties, her mind reeling with visions of Amber as she masturbated. She and her little sister were kissing hungrily, their bare bodies entwined. And in that no man’s land between sleep and wakefulness, her incestuous cravings didn’t seem as wrong as they had before.

She fingered herself to a wrenching climax, then immediately plummeted into dreamless slumber.

Surprisingly, when she awakened on Sunday, Caroline felt a bit better. Those yearnings for Amber seemed somewhat distant now, less worrisome than they had been. Pushing the blanket to one side and getting to her feet, she sighed with relief. Of course, there were still those sexual thoughts about little girls for her to contend with — but those seemed trivial, compared to how frightened she’d been about lusting for her baby sister.

She is an incredibly beautiful girl, though… Caroline mused, a bit wistfully, as she slipped into a pair of sweatpants. Then she shook her head, banishing the thought. Enough!

Taking a deep breath, she bounded down the stairs and out the door for her morning jog around the lake.

Caroline managed to stay busy that day, trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and the forbidden fantasies of the previous night. She ran through a vigorous workout; wrote an email to her best friend, now summering with her parents in the Hamptons; and started a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle — sorting and putting together the edge pieces, then working on the upper left hand corner for a couple of hours.

Shortly after five that afternoon, Amber bounded up the porch steps and into the house. She walked over to Caroline, dropped her duffel bag on the floor and gave her sister a big hug, chirping “Hi, Cari!” before picking up the bag and racing upstairs.

The day’s activities had taken Caroline’s mind away from her forbidden feelings for her sister that she’d been fighting, but with just one look at Amber in her t-shirt and shorts, those same feelings came back with a vengeance. The teen’s heart sank, that black dread already accumulating in her belly. She stared down at the barely-begun puzzle, feeling a sudden impulse to sweep the whole thing from the living room table in a fit of rage. Instead, she flopped back onto the couch in despair.

Amber bounced down the stairs and into the living room, flinging herself on the couch next to her big sister, resting her head on Caroline’s shoulder. “Mmmm… it’s good to be back,” she sighed.

“Did you have fun at Danni’s?” Caroline asked, trying to think about anything but how great Amber smelled.

“Yeah… we played video games and stayed up all night talking. It was cool.”

“All night, huh? Guess I’ll have to put you to bed early, then.” Caroline teased.

“Nooooo!” Amber protested, slapping her older sister’s arm. “There’s no school… you can’t make me go to bed early!”

“Okay, goofball,” Caroline snickered. “Then let’s just… hang out together.”

“Yeah!” Amber cheered.

So Caroline and Amber each picked out a movie, then watched them both, sitting together on the couch. Caroline barely managed to get through them without her hunger for Amber driving her crazy. The feeling of her sister’s body nestling into hers was so incredibly sweet that it made her heart ache.

The second movie ended, and Caroline sent Amber upstairs to take her bath.

Alone in the darkness, the only light issuing from the television, Caroline began to cry. She buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed by guilt. Why’d it have to be little girls? she kept asking herself. And why Amber? Of all the girls in the world to want, why her?

If she’d only been gay, that would have been okay. Her mother would have understood. But this… this was something that she knew no one would accept. Ever.

And Amber. Lovely, innocent little Amber. God, how could she have such dirty ideas about her own sister? What would she think if she knew? Caroline pictured the child, a look of horror mingled with disgust on her face — and she sobbed again.

Finally she wiped her face, blew her nose and trudged upstairs to tuck Amber in for the night. Luckily her sister was already in bed, sparing Caroline the painfully tempting sight of seeing her in t-shirt and panties.

Lying in her bed, Caroline stared at the wall, waiting for sleep to come. Not wanting to lie awake for hours, she had taken one of her mother’s sleeping pills. Soon, mercifully, she drifted off.

*****

Over the next few days, Caroline wrestled with her lesbian longings for her sister, doing everything she could to hide these feelings from Amber — her lust for the girl, her shame over it.

Her guilt was, however, gradually giving way to something new. She adored her little sister so much that the thought of touching Amber, of making love to her, began to feel almost… inviting. How can love be wrong? she pondered.

Because she’s just a child, Caroline told herself, and your own sister. For some reason, though, that fact didn’t seem quite as important as it had.

*****

As the summer days flew by, Caroline slowly grew less appalled at her thoughts — and increasingly curious about her interest in little girls.

She began to spend a great deal of time on the internet after Amber went to bed — visiting erotic story sites, reading everything she could find about lesbian pedophilia, often fondling herself to orgasm as she read. Many of these tales, she quickly discovered, dealt with incest, often between sisters. A few of them bothered her, because they depicted abusive relationships. But the lion’s share of the stories she encountered were truly gentle and loving; these not only excited Caroline, they touched her as well.

She read about women who were obsessed with young girls — women who struggled with the same forbidden hungers, the same emotions and fears that she had. It helped, just knowing that there were others like her.

*****

It had been a long Tuesday. Caroline had taken Amber to Peter Piper Pizza, and they’d had fun playing games and eating. It was well after ten o’clock when they got home, and they watched a few cartoons together before Caroline tucked her little sister in.

Later, she was in bed, shifting restlessly beneath the sheets, body and soul aching for her little sister. The moon shone brightly through the window, spilling onto the bed… a sight that usually lifted Caroline’s spirits, but not tonight. She considered raiding her mother’s medicine cabinet for another sleeping pill, then decided against it.

Somehow she did finally drift off, only to awaken with a start when Amber tiptoed into her room.

“What’s up, babe?” she mumbled.

“Can I sleep with you, Cari?” Amber asked softly.

With that, Caroline was suddenly very much awake. Not knowing what else to do, she lifted the blankets for her baby sister, and Amber slipped into bed next to her. Caroline covered them both, her pulse quickening as the little girl snuggled into her. She kissed her sister on the cheek, whispered “Good night,” and sank back into her pillow.

They lay together quietly for a moment. Then Amber rolled onto her back, resting her head against her sister. “Why do you read those stories?” she asked.

“What?” Caroline’s eyes flew open, her heart suddenly thumping.

“Those stories. The ones on the computer. Why do you read them?”

A chill shot through Caroline. She had always been careful to hide her online doings in the past. With her mother away, though, she had let down her guard. And now Amber knew her secret.

“I… I like them,” she hesitantly said, not knowing what else to say.

“They make me feel funny.” Amber whispered. “They make me all warm… in my pookie.” She sat up and looked at her sister. “Why are they all about little girls?”

Sighing deeply, Caroline sat up, moving back to lean against the wall. “I guess, um, it’s because… well, some grownups like little girls, babe.”

“But isn’t that supposed to be a bad thing?” Amber asked quietly.

“Sometimes it is, I guess.”

“The grownups in the stories were all nice, though,” Amber murmured. She lay back down, now facing her sister. “Do you like little girls?” she asked.

It was the most obvious question the child could have asked; yet the one that Caroline was least prepared for. She opened her mouth to speak, but could not find the words.

“I… think so,” she finally managed, trying desperately not to cry.

“I kissed Danni once.” Amber said. “She said that we should learn to kiss, so that when we got boyfriends we’d know how.”

Caroline forced herself to turn, to meet her sister’s calm gaze. “Did you like kissing her?”

“It made me feel funny. The way those stories did, but not as much. Yeah, I liked it.” Amber snuggled down into the bed. “Lie down,” she ordered, pulling at her big sister’s t-shirt. Caroline nervously complied, putting her arm around her sister and drawing her near.

She had barely closed her eyes when Amber spoke again. “Do you want to… to do that stuff to a little girl?”

“Amber!” Caroline gasped. She was shocked by the question, but not by the answer that immediately sprang to mind. Yes… yes, she wanted more than anything in the world to feel a little girl in her arms, to touch her, to make love to her. To Amber.

“It’s okay if you want to do those things to me,” Amber offered. She raised herself slightly, propping her head on one hand. “It’s not a bad thing if we love each other, is it?”

Caroline’s head spun, her heart thumped wildly. The mood was erotically charged, and Amber’s offer to share her body was too, too tempting. She had to change the subject – had to, before she completely lost control.

“What if I… tickle you instead?” She dug her finger into Amber’s side, and the child squealed and tried to roll out of her sister’s grasp. “Or… gobble you up!” she said as she pretended to bite at the girl’s neck and shoulder, making growly monster noises.

Amber was thrashing and giggling wildly. She rolled from side to side, trying to escape her sister’s tickling fingers.

How exactly it happened, Caroline wasn’t sure. It was so fluid, so natural. Suddenly her lips were pressed against Amber’s. She parted them with her tongue, slipping it into the little girl’s mouth.

Amber made no effort to resist. Instead, she touched Caroline’s tongue with her own before the teen hastily broke away.

“Oh God, oh Amber, I’m sorry,” Caroline gasped, appalled at her lapse.

“It’s okay,” Amber said quietly, shyly smiling up at her big sister. “I liked it.”

“But I’m not supposed to…” and she trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

“You kiss better than Danni does,” Amber said with a giggle. The child was toying with her sister’s t-shirt, tugging at it, twisting it in her fingers. Tentatively, she reached up to touch one of Caroline’s breasts.

“It’s so soft,” the awed girl whispered, her fingers spreading to cup the tender globe.

Caroline could only nod foolishly. The child’s touch was… intoxicating.

Helpless now to resist her desire, she leaned in again and kissed the little girl’s mouth, gently at first. Then her tongue emerged to circle Amber’s parted lips. Her baby sister whimpered, welcoming the teen’s loving attentions.

Their mouths gently broke apart, and Caroline began to explore, slowly trailing feather-light kisses over Amber’s chin, then down to her throat. She stroked the girl’s back through her t-shirt, then allowed both hands to slip down further, cradling Amber’s bottom.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” Caroline whispered silently as she nuzzled Amber’s soft skin. She wanted to do the right thing, to take her little sister back to her bed, tuck her in and leave her there — but she couldn’t. She didn’t have the strength to push the little girl away, not now. It was the curiosity, the need to see, to know where this would all lead that kept Caroline’s arms twined around the half-undressed body of her ten-year-old sister.

“You can touch my pookie,” Amber whispered, her lips brushing Caroline’s ear.

The older girl began kissing Amber’s neck and shoulders, hands roaming over her little sister’s bare legs. “I love you, babe,” she breathed.

“Ohhh… I love you too, Cari!” she heard the girl moan.

Caroline timidly placed her hand on the child’s belly, then slipped it underneath the thin t-shirt, sliding it upward until she was touching her sister’s babyish breasts. Amber’s green eyes grew wide, then drifted shut as Caroline brushed her nipples with gentle fingertips, feeling them stiffen.

Hoisting up the faded Backstreet Boys t-shirt that had once been hers, a trembling Caroline leaned down and kissed a pert nipple. She teased it with the tip of her tongue, then did the same to the other. She nuzzled Amber’s breasts, licked them, caressed them, then sat up to peer into her sister’s eyes. ”C-can I take your top off?” Caroline asked hesitantly.

Blushing slightly, the girl nodded, raising herself up a bit and lifting her arms… and, heart pounding, Caroline slipped the t-shirt up and off. Amber sat draped in the golden moonlight, now nude but for a pair of blue panties and her white socks. She lay back once more, watching her big sister expectantly.

Caroline knelt on the bed, looking down in awe at Amber’s lovely body. Slowly she traced her finger from the girl’s belly button, then up to her boyish chest and back down again. She hesitated though, afraid to move her finger beyond the border of Amber’s panties.

“Cari… can I see your boobs now?” Amber asked shyly.

Without a word, the older girl pulled her shirt off, tossing it aside. Amber sat up slowly, staring wide-eyed at her sister’s breasts.

“They’re pretty,” the child whispered. Remembering what her sister had just done to her and how wonderful it had felt, Amber leaned closer to take one of Caroline’s nipples between her lips, sucking gently, then brushing her tongue across the pink tip.

“Oooooh,” the older girl moaned softly, nearly swooning with delight. “That feels so nice, babe…”

Amber lay back, grinning proudly. “I could feel it all the way down to my pookie when you did that to me.”

“Mmmmm, yeah… I felt that, too,” Caroline sighed, leaning down to kiss her sister’s mouth. She suckled briefly on the child’s bottom lip before sitting back. “Could I, um, take off your panties?” she asked, a slight quaver in her voice.

Silently Amber rose up on her knees and let her big sister slide her underpants down her legs, then sat back down and pushed her legs out in front so that Caroline could pull them the rest of the way off.

“Would you like to help take mine off?” Caroline asked softly.

Amber nodded happily, reaching out to assist in removing the only piece of clothing that separated them, sliding the skimpy blue panties down Caroline’s thighs as her big sister knelt before her.

With her underwear on the floor, the reality of the situation hit Caroline like a ton of bricks. This was really happening — she was going to make love to her own little sister! Wrong or right, it didn’t matter anymore. She and Amber both wanted this, and for now, that was enough.

Caroline eased her sister down onto her back and enveloped the child in her arms, kissing her sweetly. Amber responded, her lips parting to receive Caroline’s tongue, then meeting it with hers. The older girl’s heart surged joyfully as she delighted in the taste of Amber’s mouth, thrilling to the realization that her sister was kissing her like a lover.

Caroline broke from Amber’s lips, her mouth and tongue traveling down to her chin, along her soft throat, between the girl’s childish breasts. She paused to lightly suck at her sister’s nipples again, loving how each one grew hard in her mouth as she teased it with her tongue. The girl whimpered, cradling her big sister’s head to her chest.

As Caroline tasted Amber’s flawless skin, she stroked the child’s body — caressing her legs, her hips, her arms, her chest, sides, tummy, bottom. Finally her fingers stole between her sister’s thighs to touch her bare slit, now slightly moist.

“Oh, Cari,” Amber breathed, “oh. That feels so nice…”

Caroline couldn’t wait one moment longer. She had to taste the wet, secret place that her fingers were exploring. She trailed her tongue downward, pausing to plant tender kisses on Amber’s tummy. She teased the child’s belly button with her tongue, smiling when a ticklish Amber giggled with delight. She continued on her way, a special destination in mind.

Then she was there, lying between Amber’s thin legs and tingling from head to toe at the sight of her baby sister’s vagina, so pale and lovely in the moonlight. Caroline inhaled deeply, savoring the delicate yet intoxicating scent of a little girl’s sex.

She raised her eyes from the wondrous sight before her to meet the dreamy gaze of her sister. “I want to do something very special to you, Amber,” she said softly. “Do you know what that is?”

“Yes,” her sister whispered. “You want to… to kiss my pookie.”

“That’s right, baby. I’m going to kiss you, and lick you down there,” the older girl breathed. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise. It’s, like, the nicest feeling you can imagine. Don’t be afraid, okay?”

“I’m not afraid.” Amber said confidently.

“I love you, Amber.”

“I… I love you too, Cari,” the little girl replied. “Lots and lots.”

With a deep breath, Caroline slid between her sister’s legs. She felt the velvet soft skin of Amber’s bare slit against her lips. It was as if waves of electricity were pulsing through her body as she placed a soft, loving kiss on the little girl’s sex. Her tongue emerged to lick at the moist opening, then press inside.

Amber gasped and squirmed on the bed as her big sister’s tongue entered her.

Caroline shivered ecstatically as she sampled the taste of a little girl for the first time, happily giving pleasure to the sister she adored more than anyone in the world. The sex she’d had with that other girl a few months ago was nothing like this. That had been an experience that felt casual and detached, but now she felt joyful, drunk with desire and very much in love with Amber.

Caroline drew her tongue from the girl’s opening and began to lick lustily at her sister’s pussy. Tracing along the line of Amber’s slit, she teased the tiny clitoris with gentle flicks.

“Oh, Cari…” the little girl whimpered, “I… I like that!”

Caroline sucked Amber’s clit into her mouth and adjusted herself on the bed, placing the tip of her index finger against her sister’s vagina — and Amber inhaled sharply as Caroline gently slid the digit into the moist opening. The child cried out in response, parting her thighs even further, reaching down to curl her fingers into her big sister’s hair.

“That… feels… so… yummy,” Amber moaned.

Caroline continued to tease the girl’s clit, sliding her finger in and out of Amber as deeply as she dared without damaging her sister’s hymen, her strokes growing faster as the girl’s moans and whimpers increased.

Amber was rocking to and fro now, panting furiously. “Cari! Oh. Oh! Oh! OHHHH!” The young girl’s nails dug into her sister’s scalp as she arched her back, her slight body taken by a violent trembling as she began to come for the first time in her life.

Caroline kept pleasuring her sister, taking her to the orgasmic peak  – then, as the sensations slowly waned, anointed her sex with the softest of kisses, making Amber feel good without overtaxing her.

When Amber finally relaxed, her head sinking back into the pillow, she was almost sobbing.

“Did you like that, babe?” Caroline said with a smile. She licked her lips, shivering deliciously at the taste of her little sister.

“I… I wanna do that forever.” Amber gasped, then extended her arms to Caroline. “Hold me?”

Caroline took the girl in her arms and kissed her, letting Amber taste the tart juices that coated her big sister’s mouth and chin.

Breaking away, Amber licked her lips thoughtfully, then grinned. “Is that… what my pookie tastes like?”

“Mmm-hmm… do you like it?”

“It tastes funny — but nice,” Amber breathed. She wrapped her arms around her big sister, a dreamy look in her eyes. “Thank you, Cari.” She hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Um… can I make you feel good now?”

Caroline sighed happily. “Yes, Amber… yes, you can.” She took her sister’s hand in her own and kissed it, then gently placed it on her pubic mound.

“You’re all warm. And juicy!” Amber said, her eyes wide in wonder. She rolled on her side to peer down at Caroline’s pubic triangle. “What do I do? I’ve… I’ve never…” The girl gestured helplessly.

Caroline smiled and caressed her sister’s cheek. “I’ll show you how, babe.” Placing her hand on Amber’s, she guided the child’s fingers. “Just slide your fingertips up and down and around the opening of my pussy, like this.” She demonstrated. “Then you can put a couple of fingers inside me, like this… oh, Amber, that feels good –and just slide them in and out.” She grinned at her sister. “Then you’ll be fucking me.”

“Ooooh!” squealed Amber.

“And then,” continued Caroline,” when I start to get really excited, just touch me right here,” and she guided Amber to the stiff nubbin of her clitoris. “Feel that?” The little girl nodded. “It’s called my clit, babe. You’ve got one, too — that’s what I licked to get you off. If you put your finger here and rub it, not too hard…” she purred, “well, I’ll just explode.” Taking her hand away, she stroked Amber’s cheek. “Okay?”

The little girl nodded, her fingers already busy between Caroline’s thighs as she crawled into the older girl’s waiting embrace.

It was clumsy at first, but somehow her little sister found a rhythm. Caroline’s pleasure swiftly began to grow.

Then Amber’s lips met hers in a soft kiss that quickly became much more. Caroline felt her heart soar as the girl’s tongue flashed to life in her mouth, and her ten-year-old sister kissed her with a surprising fervor.

It was all too much for the teenage girl. Amber’s fingers exploring her cunt, the taste of her little sister still lingering on her lips, the memory of touching the child’s velvet-soft vagina, this heated kiss. All these things drove Caroline over the precipice, and she moaned into her sister’s mouth, clutching Amber tightly as she began to come.

Then she felt her sister’s fingers brush her clitoris — and everything went white, as if a million flash cameras had gone off in her head at once.

Caroline thrashed and bucked and shuddered her way through a wrenching climax, a white-knuckled hand gripping a fistful of the sheets. Amber’s fingers continued to stroke her clitoris, sending sparks flying behind Caroline’s eyelids with each tiny caress until she managed to place a hand on her sister’s wrist and gasp, “Okay, okay — I’m good, babe.”

Exhausted, Caroline lay limply on the bed, a few tears of helpless joy rolling down her flushed cheeks. She smiled at how lovely it felt to have Amber’s naked body nestled into hers.

“Can we do that again sometime, Cari?” Amber asked. “It was wonderful.”

Gently sobbing, Caroline kissed the girl and nodded… trying to say yes, but unable to speak.

“Cari? Why are you crying?” Amber shifted around in her sister’s arms, her voice radiating concern.

Caroline sniffled and wiped her eyes, struggling to gain control of her emotions. “I’m just very, very happy,” she finally managed to reply. “I love you a lot, Amber… and I’m glad we got to share this with each other.”

Amber seemed satisfied with that, whispering, “I’m glad, too,” as she snuggled close to her older sister.

“Love you, babe,” the teen replied, patting her sister’s bare back.

“Love you, Cari,” Amber mumbled, already drifting into slumber.

Then Caroline lay still, holding a peaceful Amber in her arms. She lightly kissed the little girl’s cheek, than offered the universe a silent prayer of gratitude before she, too, fell asleep.

*****

Caroline awakened to find herself alone in bed. A bit disoriented, she glanced around the room for a second — then the memory of what had happened last night came rushing in like a flash flood.

Her head spun and a warm, liquid feeling coursed through her body. It was too incredible to believe. Her wildest, most forbidden fantasy had come true. She had made love to her little sister Amber. They had lain together naked, and kissed, and touched, and… she had tasted the child’s pussy, had made her come.

And Amber had loved it! Caroline’s heart raced at the memory of the luscious kisses they had shared, of how her ten-year-old sister had licked her nipples, of how good Amber’s fingers had felt between her thighs.

The thought of it all had Caroline tingling from head to toe. She wanted to take her sister into her arms, cover her in kisses, let her know how special she was. And how much I love her, the teen told herself.

But first, a shower. Caroline slipped from the warmth of her bed and padded naked into her bathroom. Turning on the shower, she waited for the water to heat up, then climbed into the stall.

She had just begun to soap her body when an equally nude Amber stepped in to join her, an saucy grin on her lips. “Got room for me?” she giggled.

Caroline’s heart swelled with love for her little sister, and she felt a flash of lust that left her dizzy. “Sure,” she sighed happily, drawing the naked child into her arms.

Amber grinned up at her big sister. “I love you, Cari.” Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed Caroline firmly on the lips.

The teenager moaned into Amber’s mouth as her baby sister made the kiss a hot and hungry one, quickly bringing her tongue into play. Caroline responded eagerly, her hands sliding down Amber’s back to cup that adorable little ass. The young girl purred with pleasure, wriggling her bottom enticingly in Caroline’s grasp before their lips parted.

“Yum,” Amber enthused, “I love kissing you… your mouth is so soft, Cari.”

“Oh, baby,” Caroline whispered, her body tingling deliciously, “I’d rather kiss you than any boy.” And she eagerly sought out Amber’s mouth with hers once more.

They kissed passionately for a long while under the cascading water, until Amber pulled away long enough to pant, “C’mon, let’s get each other all clean… and then we can go back to bed! I wanna play around with you some more.”

Of course, this sounded like a great idea to Caroline — and she nodded happily, reaching for the bar of jasmine soap. Soon the two girls were lathering each other up, taking every opportunity to let their slippery bodies slide together. Their soapy fingers crept into intimate areas as the loving sisters kissed again and again.

It was delightful, but they were both eager to take their love play back to Caroline’s bed. So they rinsed the last of the suds away, then stepped out onto the bath mat, drying each other with thick towels. Finally, Amber took her big sister’s hand with a meaningful smile, and both girls, still nude, padded back to Caroline’s room.

Amber lay back on the bed, tugging at Caroline’s arm. “C’mon, Cari… kiss me.”

“Wait, Amber,” the older girl said softly, “we need to talk first.”

The ten-year-old sat upright, her brow slightly furrowed. “What about?”

“Well,” Caroline began, “I know how much you liked the things we did. I liked them, too.” She reached for her sister’s hand. “Amber, making love to you was… it was like a dream come true.” She paused. “I… well, I never thought that it could ever happen, you and me, together — and then, it did.” She brought the girl’s hand to her lips, kissing it. “Oh, Amber, no one’s ever made me feel as happy as you did last night.”

Amber’s eyes were shining. “I liked it, Cari. I liked it a lot.”

Caroline smiled, brushing her sister’s cheek with a fingertip. “The thing is, what you and I did together meant more to me than — than just enjoying ourselves.” She took a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is… I think I’m in love with you, Amber.”

“You… you mean –”

“I’m… I don’t want to be just your sister anymore, babe. I mean, I want… I want to be your girlfriend, too,” Caroline said shyly. “I’m not interested in boys — or other girls, even.” She pressed her sister’s hand to her breasts. “I only want you.”

Amber gaped at her sister in awe. She began to speak, then fell silent.

Drawing the girl’s naked body into hers, Caroline looked deep into Amber’s eyes. “How do you feel about it, babe?” she said in a small voice, “could you… love me like that?”

Amber sat silently for a moment, looking down at her knees. Then she raised her face to meet Caroline’s hopeful gaze. “So — we’d be, um, real girlfriends? Like, buying each other flowers and… giving valentines and stuff?”

Caroline blushed. “I guess… yeah, like that,” she murmured. “I care for you more than, well, anything, Amber… and I very much want to — to be your lover.”

“Wow,” breathed the dazed little girl. Then a joyous smile slowly lit up her face. “Oh, Cari,” she whispered, “that — that sounds wonderful.” Amber buried her face in her big sister’s neck, holding her close. “Yes… yes, I want to!” Breaking their embrace, Amber rocked on the bed in excited glee.

“Oh, you,” Caroline cooed. She leaned in to kiss her baby sister — who quickly responded, her tongue a soft red ribbon in the teenager’s mouth. Caroline matched the child’s fervor, pausing to lick her way around Amber’s lips, then pulling back with a giggle.

They grinned joyously at one another… then Caroline gently laid her sister down on the bed. She got on hands and knees to straddle Amber, their faces nearly touching. “Now, my sweet, sexy sister,” she purred, “let’s make love.” And their mouths met in the most affectionate of kisses.

The rest of the day passed as if in a dream. Teenager and little girl shared their love, their sex, their souls; bodies entwined in a sensuous feast of desire and fulfillment.

Caroline brought Amber off with her mouth, kissing and licking her little sister’s dewy flower until the young girl thought her body might break from the intensity of her climax. Amber was left trembling from head to toe; sweaty, flushed, and beautiful.

Hungry for more, Caroline got her sister up on all fours, her adorable little ass on display. Without a word she knelt behind the child, gently parted Amber’s buttocks and introduced the girl to a new pleasure. Her tongue burrowed into the cleft of her sister’s asshole, licking a path between the soft cheeks. As Amber whimpered in shock, then growing delight, the teenager’s fingers stole between the child’s legs to touch her slit. Soon, Amber was panting furiously as she came again.

Finally, the exhausted girl slumped onto her side, and Caroline held her close; hands gliding around her sister’s form to tease her nipples, making them stiffen with feather-light strokes.

As soon as she had regained her breath, Amber wriggled around to face her older sister. “No fair!” she declared petulantly, but with laughing eyes. “You get to have all the fun!” She sat up, pushing Caroline onto her back, then straddled her tummy. “I’m gonna make you feel good now,” she cooed, her lips barely touching those of her sister.

Caroline nearly swooned at how it felt to have Amber licking around her mouth, humming happily as she tasted her own pussy. The ten-year-old paused to whisper, “I love you, Cari!” then crushed her lips to her big sister’s in a searing kiss, boldly exploring the teen’s mouth with her tongue. Caroline could feel the raw heat of Amber’s sex against her belly, and it drove her wild with lust. Unlike her baby sister, she had yet to reach climax that morning, and her body was taut as an archer’s bow.

Amber began to kiss her way down Caroline’s body, her mouth brushing her older sister’s neck, then onward. A soft cry escaped from Caroline’s lips as Amber nuzzled between her breasts, then took a nipple into her mouth.

“Oh, babe,” Caroline sighed, “that feels great…”

Amber’s tongue flicked at her nipple… then she began to lick and suck at Caroline’s other breast. “Mmmmm,” the older girl purred, “so nice… so nice.”

The little girl began trailing kisses down her sister’s body. The softness of her tummy delighted Amber, and she buried her face in it, savoring the scent of her big sister’s skin. She could have rested there all day. But she was eager to explore that secret, special place between Caroline’s thighs, so she continued her journey.

Then Amber was exactly where she wanted to be, nestled cozily with her big sister’s legs on either side, gazing excitedly at the dewy pink flower of Caroline’s vulva. It was exquisitely framed by soft reddish pubes, glistening with wetness. Amber inhaled deeply, breathing in the aroma of her sister.

Caroline was trembling now, every fiber of her being screaming for release. The vision of Amber, her sister and new lover, lying between her thighs and gazing blissfully at her cunt only made her need all the more acute. She moaned, “Amber… oh, please, baby…”

And she threw her head back with a sharp cry as the ten-year-old girl claimed her pussy, pressing her mouth between Caroline’s legs to kiss the juicy flesh. Then Amber extended her tongue to take the first lick, and Caroline was lost.

She whimpered, “Oh,” a small tear slowly rolling down her cheek as Amber began to go down on her in earnest, the child’s warm mouth and tongue exploring her juicy sex. “Oh, Amber, yes. Oh.”

The little girl raised her wet face from between her big sister’s thighs long enough to gasp, “You taste so good, Cari!” then planted her mouth on Caroline’s pussy, thrusting her tongue as deep in her sister as she was able.

Caroline palmed her breasts, moving her hands back and forth over her throbbing nipples, head rolling from side to side on her pillow as her baby sister made love to her with her mouth. “God, Amber… I adore you,” she panted.

Then she gasped, and a whining sound began to issue from her clenched throat as Amber’s tongue trailed up her labia to find the teenage girl’s clitoris. That sound became a wild cry — quickly growing wilder — when the child took Caroline’s clit between her lips and sucked at the inflamed button.

Caroline screamed, her body seizing up again and again as she came like never before. Even the orgasm her sister had given her just a few short hours ago seemed tame by comparison.

Amber continued to eat Caroline’s pussy until the girl could take no more, and begged her to stop.

The young girl sat upright, shaking her blonde mane as she raised her head from the divine juncture of her sister’s thighs. Licking her lips, she savored the taste of sex as she crawled into Caroline’s embrace and pressed herself against the older girl’s damp body, contentedly kissing her neck, feeling her big sister’s beating heart.

Caroline cradled her baby sister’s face, holding her close. “Oh, Amber,” she sighed happily, “that was the best. I love you, babe. More than anything.”

The little girl raised her face to Caroline’s. “So, you and I, we’re… we’re really lovers now, like you said?”

Glowing with adoration, the older girl gazed at the younger. “Yes, Amber,” she whispered, “we are. I don’t want to be like this with anyone but you.”

Amber’s eyes flashed with renewed excitement. “Kiss me, Cari,” she breathed.

Lips parting in anticipation, Caroline did just that.

*****

This is adapted from a superb story by Leslita author Amanda, who graciously granted permission for my own version to be made public.

When I first read Amanda’s “A Sister’s Love,” I was instantly smitten… so much that I found myself wanting a second chapter, and ended up writing one. Then I reworked the rest, adding considerably to the story – trying to make the new version my own without losing what made Amanda’s original so good.

Here’s the final result. If “A Sister’s Love” is like a brilliant pop song, then this could be thought of as an extended remix. I thank Amanda for kindly allowing me to play with her words, and am flattered that she found enough of value in this variation to allow it to be read by others. Any faults you find in the finished product are mine, not hers.

In Her Room

  • Posted on May 27, 2015 at 2:24 pm

By Naughty Mommy


 

She could feel her daughter’s hot tongue licking her clit, the child’s eager fingers probing deep inside her cunt — and suddenly she exploded into orgasm, cumming on her little girl’s face.

 
“Oh god yes! Fuck!”

I climaxed loudly, my fingers digging into my sex, wet with my desire.

It was late at night and I was at the desk in our den, sitting in front of the computer, enjoying another of the steamy erotic stories I would find online at the Juicy Secrets website.

I sat there a minute longer, panting. My eyes were closed, my hands clenched between my legs, the throbbing heat of my orgasm gradually subsiding.

Then I decided to do what I always would do at that point. By now it was not really much of a conscious decision, more an automatic reaction.

I loved reading dirty stories about women with little girls, especially about moms and daughters. They got me so turned on, so crazy with lust, I could hardly stand it. And over the past few months, this obsession had driven me to what I was about to do next.

I stood up from the desk and stepped out of my wet panties, dropping them on the floor. Usually I kept my underwear on as I sat in the chair and masturbated while reading stories about lesbian incest. I would just reach my hand inside my panties to fondle myself.

But for the next part, I didn’t want anything in the way.

I turned off the computer and went out into the hall, to her bedroom.

Carefully and quietly I opened the door, then stepped inside. I waited, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, listening for the soft sounds of her breathing, making certain she was asleep.

The first few times, that was where I had stayed, just inside the door. At least I was in the same room with her, and that was enough. I had opened my robe, put my hand inside my panties, and started rubbing my clit until I was close to orgasm.

Then I had left her room and gone back to my own bed where I finished.

Soon, however, that was not enough. I wanted more. I decided to let myself climax in her bedroom, still by the door, still wearing my underwear, with my hand inside bringing me to a shuddering orgasm.

After a few evenings of that, I had to go further. I moved deeper inside her room, nearer to her bed. I wanted to be able to see her pretty face as I pleasured myself.

Then that wasn’t enough. By the end of the third week, I was standing right next to her bed, very close to her, trying to be as quiet as possible when I came. I told myself that if she awoke I could make up an excuse for being there that she would accept.

For a few days, that was enough. Then it wasn’t. I needed more.

I began lowering my panties to my knees while I masturbated, quickly pulling them up after I finished. Two nights later, I started leaving my panties behind, in the den, as I had done tonight.

At that point, a few weeks ago, I was still just standing beside her bed. That was good enough for a while. But then I decided to be bolder. I wanted to be even closer to her, to my darling little girl, as I brought myself to orgasm.

One night I lifted a foot up onto her mattress, spreading my legs wide, holding my pussy open, exposing myself to the sleeping child. When I came that way, it was thunderous. It took all my will to keep from screaming, the pleasure so intense. But somehow I managed. I was able to stay quiet enough that she did not wake.

And that told me it was time to go even further.

A few nights later, I was standing on the bed, one foot on either side of her pillow, my wet cunt above her face. I knew that if my orgasm was an especially wet one, as they often were, and if I dripped onto her face, it easily could awaken her. It was risky, dangerous, reckless. And goddamn it excited me.

I did it that way for nearly a week. It was almost enough. I almost decided not to press my luck any further. Almost.

Then, just two nights ago, I took it to the next level. Instead of standing above her, I was on my knees, my pussy just a few inches from her face, from the girl’s beautiful, adorable, darling little face. My sweet child, my daughter. I was fucking myself right in front of her, so close that if she awoke and wanted to lick me, it would be easy, so easy.

That brought me to the biggest orgasm of my life. And yet somehow I was able to keep still enough and quiet enough that I did not wake her. I’m very fortunate she is such a sound sleeper.

So, tonight, here I am again. In her room, moving to her bed, stealthily climbing onto her mattress, straddling her, spreading my thighs over her face, opening my pussy with my fingers.

I look down at my crotch. Beads of moisture glimmer in my pubic hair. I can smell my arousal, and I wonder if she will be able to smell it in the morning. I want to rub myself on her. I want to take her face in my hands and bring her lips to my cunt. I want to come in her mouth.

But no, I would never do that.

I’m a good mother. I love my daughter, I really do, and I would never do anything to harm our relationship.

What I am doing now is enough. I dip my fingers into my vagina, feeling the hot slippery wetness at my center, and then I slide the lubricated fingers up to my clit, gently massaging it, just… just… right there… just like that… oh god yes… I’m so close…

In a few moments I’ll have another orgasm, a wonderfully powerful, insanely exciting orgasm, almost on top of my little girl’s mouth.

And then I will leave her room. It’s enough. It’s all I need.

For now.
 

If you enjoyed this story, you may want to read the companion piece, In My Room.

Nanny for a Night, Chapter 4

  • Posted on May 26, 2015 at 2:05 pm

Lynn and Lori’s Movie Night

By Cheryl Taggert

As the movie began, the two girls at my side smiled. My hands were already busy in each of the hairless pussies, and my own pussy was starting to get well beyond the simmer stage.

“Is this one of your favorite movies?” asked Lynn.

“Yes, as a matter of fact it is probably my favorite. The girls are amateurs, but they are also very pretty. One girl looks as if she just turned eighteen, which is the legal age for making movies like this. I’d think she was only fourteen based on her looks, but they are always very careful about making sure the girls are old enough.”

The opening was some of the credits for the movie with snatches of scenes from it, and then the first sex scene began. I usually don’t care much for compilation movies where the girls just engaged in sex without a story since the story is also important to me, but I had to admit this movie really got me going at times. They catered to the idea that people wanted to see girls who looked younger than eighteen, and they usually succeeded.

The first scene involved the girl I’d mentioned to Lynn. She had small titties and was totally bare of any pussy hair. She really did look fourteen, and she made my mouth water when I saw her. Then it hit me that I had an even better situation right here. A lovely pair of girls, eleven and eight, were naked and willing to let me enjoy their bodies. I hoped they were just as willing to touch me.

I glanced at Lynn and Lori. Their eyes were glued to the TV screen, mouths agape as they became engrossed in the sex that was being performed for our pleasure. Lynn looked at me and smiled shyly. Then I noticed her eyes drop to my pussy, which was larger than theirs, of course, but just as hairless. I’d waxed just two days ago, and you could not see any hair coming in yet. She looked back at the TV for a moment before looking back at me, this time at my boobs, which are just a B-cup, but of course that was huge compared to hers and Lori’s. Lori, of course, had just a pair of small nipples, and Lynn’s were just now starting to get puffy, but that was only barely noticeable. Lynn looked back at the TV and my eyes followed hers. It was a part of the scene in which the young looking girl was sucking the nipples of the older girl, though she looked no more than nineteen or twenty.

“Do you want to suck them?” I asked, allowing the hope she’d say yes to be obvious in my voice.

“Can I?” She seemed as hopeful as I was.

“Of course. In fact I was hoping you’d ask.”

Lynn leaned into my boobs and began sucking the nipple on her side. Lori, immediately noticing what was going on, simply joined in, taking the other nipple into her luscious mouth and sucking like a small baby would. I began to wish I would produce milk for them.

Their shift in position caused me to lose touch with their puffy little pussies, so my hands roamed down their backs to feel their little butts. I squeezed the small asses and allowed my fingers to roam into the anal cleft, where I shamelessly caressed their tiny flowers.

“Hey, that’s where I poop,” said Lori, smiling mischievously. It was obvious she was enjoying the feel of my fingers and how naughty my actions were, but she was not sure about exactly where that touch was placed.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. If you don’t want me to touch you there, I won’t, but you have to admit it feels good.

“Okay, you can touch it, I guess,” she said. “But it kinda tickles.”

I kissed her and she kissed me back, but her mouth was in a tight pucker, the way a young child kisses. I thought about teaching her about adult kissing, but figured it would be easier if I taught Lynn first. I turned toward her and nudged her head from my breast and leaned in to kiss her. She, too, puckered up tightly.

“Do you want to learn how to kiss like an adult?” I asked and she nodded enthusiastically. “Here,” I said, “open your mouth a bit and soften your lips up. Don’t pucker.” I kissed her again, this time making sure she felt how my lips were soft and inviting. She learned quickly, and her lips turned to butter. I delved into her mouth with my tongue. She’d apparently seen this done before, and she accepted my tongue with ease. Soon, I was devouring her mouth, our tongues dancing together in a hot, wet dance.

“What’s that like?” asked Lori, obviously watching us as she had earlier. It seemed that she was quite the little voyeur.

“Really cool!” said Lynn, her lips smeared with our mixed saliva.

“You want to try it?” I asked. “It’s how adults kiss.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it in movies but I’ve never tried it.”

“Do you two girls kiss?” I asked Lynn.

“Not like that. I was always kinda scared to try it.”

“Aren’t scared anymore, are you?”

“No,” she answered, grinning.

“So what’s stopping you now?” I asked, grinning back.

“C’mere,” said Lynn and Lori, knowing what was coming, leaned across me to offer her lips to Lynn, but she was still puckering. “No, loosen up your lips. Let ‘em relax.” She did and Lynn kissed her, open-mouthed. I could see their tongues touching lightly at first, then beginning a lively dance together as Lori got the hang of it.

Me? My pussy was on fire from watching these two sisters kissing. I wondered how much hotter I was going to get when their kisses were elsewhere.

When their first kiss broke, they both giggled then returned to kiss again. That went on for a bit until I said, “Hey, look at the TV.”

They returned their attention to what was happening in the video we were watching. The younger girl was licking the older girl’s pussy, and if the moans of the older girl were any clue, she was doing a fine job.

“Have you ever done that?” asked Lynn.

“Oh, yes. Many times. You?”

“Uh-huh. Lori and I like how it feels.”

“Well, so do I,” I said, and smiled at her. The face of the girl who had hated me about an hour ago was now looking at me as if she were falling in love. That was fine, though, because I had a crush on her as well.

We returned our attention to the movie. Soon, both Lynn and Lori were busy rubbing themselves as they watched, obviously copying me since I’d started masturbating a few minutes before they did. I wasn’t ready to come yet, though, and began to gauge how far along they were since I didn’t want them to come yet either.

Based on the mini-spasms that were already rushing through Lynn’s body, she was getting fairly close. Her hand was starting to become a blur between her legs as she rubbed her hairless pussy frantically.

“Hey,” I said. “How about we take this to my bedroom and really enjoy ourselves? We can watch more of the movie later.” They both looked at me. Lori stopped rubbing, but Lynn was too close. Her hand slowed but didn’t stop. I could see she was right on the verge of coming.

I reached down and stopped her hand. “Shh.. I don’t want you to come yet, okay?”

Her breath was hitching in her chest. “I’m so close,” she said, nearly a whimper of sexual need.

“I know, baby, but believe me, it will feel a lot better if you wait a while and let either my mouth of Lori’s finish it for you.”

She lay back against the couch, her sexual frenzy beginning to calm as she got control of herself.

I turned off the movie and stood, holding my hands out to my naked little girls. They rose, took a hand, and we went into my bedroom. I motioned to my bed, “Up there. I want to taste you both.” They crawled onto my bed and sat looking at me as I joined them. “Here, lie next to each other.” They did, close enough to be able to lean into each other and kiss, which they did without my suggesting it.

I lay across the bed, my head near the two little-girl pussies. I started on Lori first, knowing Lynn would be coming in about thirty seconds if I started on her before her pussy had enough time to calm down some more. Anyway, I certainly didn’t mind eating little Lori’s eight-year-old pussy first. I’d been thinking of little else for the past ten minutes.

I spread her legs and used fingers to spread her pussy lips so I could peer into her most private and precious place. It was a bright pink, nearly the color of pink coral, and the tiny nub of her clit was visible at the top of the small butterfly wings of her inner labia. My heart was pounding a fast rhythm in my chest. The joy of knowing I was going to be licking that little pussy in a few seconds increased my own desire exponentially.

I leaned forward and placed my tongue on her tiny clit, teasing it with a few flicks. I heard a short giggle burst from her at the contact. “Lick it with your whole tongue!” she said, and I marveled for a moment at the fact she knew exactly what she wanted me to do.

Who was I to deny such a lovely request? I closed the two-inch gap between my lips and her pussy and placed my entire mouth along the small gash that hid the center of her young desires.

I began to lick and suck her small pussy. My mouth easily covered the entire area and my tongue was in heaven, literally. Lori soon began to squirm about, her bottom seemed to be trying to dig a hole in my mattress. I reached below her writhing body to place a finger at her rosebud, which I began to touch and tickle slightly.

Apparently, Lori was unaware of how good that could feel. She went off like a rocket. Her hips were bucking wildly and she was practically screaming. Soon, she calmed a bit, but her pussy was still bucking into my mouth gently, savoring the sensations that swarmed her body.

Lynn, meanwhile, was in a near panic to have her own orgasm. I looked at her and the pleading was in her face and her voice. “Please lick me. Please!” Her legs were scissoring open and closed. She was desperate and was obeying my request not to touch herself.

Moving to her pussy, I stared at it for a few moments, knowing as soon as I began to lick her pussy she would have her own blast-off. I leaned in, hoping she was good for more than one orgasm, and placed my mouth on her little pussy.

It was different from Lori’s in that it was slightly larger and was beginning to mature. Her slit was longer by at least an inch, and her clit slightly more pronounced as it rose from the folds of her inner labia. Still, she was only eleven, just now entering puberty’s first stages, and it was definitely the pussy of a young girl.

As soon as my mouth landed on her, Lynn’s hips began to buck. She was pressing her pussy against my mouth as if the object was to glue herself to me there. If not for the need to eat and eventually take her home, I would have gladly allowed that to happen.

I licked at her clit and drank in the juices that had begun to flow from her. Lori’s pussy was only slightly moist, her sexual fluids not having developed much at age eight. Lynn, on the other hand, was quite able to lubricate naturally and I could taste the pussy juices that were streaming from her. I moved my finger to her butt as I had done before with Lori, and the response was the same.

She came.

And I mean this girl CAME.

It occurred to me I was probably giving her–and Lori earlier–the best orgasm she’d ever had. She was howling into the room, verbalizing the immensity of her climax.

“Oh, God..oh, God!” she was saying. “Fuck!”

Her belly was still spasming moments later as she began to come down from the crest of her orgasm. I looked at her, and this time her look was definitely one of pure love. She immediately shifted her position so she could kiss me, and I marveled at the ability of the young to recover so quickly. We kissed for a moment, but I was in need myself.

“Would you two mind licking me now?” I asked. I could hear the lust and desperation in my own voice.

Lynn smiled and looked over at Lori, who already had her fingers in her pie, so to speak. “C’mon, Lori, let’s lick Cheryl now and make her come!”

Soon I was lying back on my bed with two little girls’ faces at my hairless mound. They moved in to take care of my overwhelming need. Their lips kissed each other as they kissed my pussy, and soon they were both licking me as if they’d been eating pussy all their lives, which I guess in a way they had. I just hadn’t expected them to be so good at it. Their parents’ movies must have been very educational.

They were both licking and kissing my clit and I was rushing to the verge of a powerful orgasm. I could feel it boiling up from deep in my belly before slamming into me like a runaway train. In the middle of my orgasm, I recall wondering who was making all that racket, but it was me, of course. Spasms shook me to my core as the orgasm subsided, reluctant to let me go as much as I was reluctant to see it leave.

When I was able to move, I looked down at my two little ones. They were now kissing again, their tongues, previously coated in my juices, were intertwining and sharing those juices between them. I could see my fluids coating their mouths, loving the sight.

Then I noticed their hands were also busy. Each girl was rubbing the pussy of her sister. They were masturbating each other. And they were loving it every bit as much as I would have if I’d had the sister I had always longed for.

“Why don’t you two sixty-nine?” I asked. They looked at me, not understanding the term. “I’m sure you’ve seen it in movies, where you are both head to pussy and licking each other?”

“Oh, yeah, we’ve done that!” said Lynn. They shifted and were soon licking each other with abandon. I scooted to where I could get close-up views of what they were doing, and soon I was masturbating as they licked each other to their approaching orgasms.

They were beginning to buck into each other’s mouth, their pussies seeming to have minds of their own, which they may have. I was getting close too. I was looking at how expertly Lori was licking her sister’s pussy when the same train rushed up to me again, and I was in pure bliss. As I entered my second orgasm of the day, I heard my little ones enter their own.

I looked at my bedside clock. It was 5:34. We still had the night ahead. This was going to be one night to remember.

I had just caught my breath when my phone rang. Getting up, I went to where I’d left it in the living room and answered, seeing it was the number from the hotel where Lynn and Lori’s parents were. I was thankful Gina hadn’t “dropped by” as Terri had a few mornings before. That one had worked out well, but the likelihood of it working out the same way was almost impossible.

Accepting the call, I said, “Hello.”

“Hi, just calling to check in on my girls and make sure Lynn hadn’t returned to being ‘Little Miss Bitch’ and making your life miserable.”

“Oh, no, they’re fine.  Great, in fact.”  I smiled at my little joke, which of course Gina didn’t understand.

“Good.  I’m so glad you are getting along.”

“Couldn’t be better.” My smile brightened.

“Okay. You have our number if you need us. In fact, you can just call the hotel room. We don’t plan on going out. But if I don’t answer right away, give me time, and if it goes to messaging, just hang up and call right back. I could be occupied and have trouble getting to the phone.”

“Yes, I understand,” I said, wishing I could tell her the same thing.

“Oh, yes. I’m glad you do. We appreciate the babysitting service you provide so much. In fact, you’ve no idea how much.” She laughed a little as if we were sharing a sexy secret, which we were of course.

“You two enjoy yourselves,” I said.

“Oh, honey, we already are.” I heard her laugh as she hung up.

But then she hadn’t hung up. She had meant to, certainly, but I could still hear conversation in the background. I was about to say something into my phone to let her know the hotel’s phone was still off the hook, but then what I heard stopped me.

“Where were we?” I heard Gina say.

“I think you were sucking my dick,” came the reply.

I had admitted long ago I’m not too good for some eavesdropping, especially on a sexual encounter, and this was going to be a good one to eavesdrop on. If they noticed the phone hadn’t hung up, they would just assume I had hung up and their conversations and love-making would be assumed to have been private.

I sat on my couch and listened to the slurping noises coming from the hotel room. I wasn’t interested in her husband, even though he was good looking. I was interested in hearing Gina come at some point. She was twice as attractive as he was.

After a few minutes of what she was doing to him and his moans in the background, she stopped. “I want you to fuck me doggy-style,” she said.

“With pleasure.” I heard rustling on the bed and suddenly his voice seemed clearer than it had been. He must have moved to where he was closer to the phone.

Moments later, I could hear the sounds of flesh against flesh. He was fucking her. I tried to picture it in my mind, but instead of his cock, I pictured me pushing a dildo into her wet pussy.

“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” he said. I heard a muffled response. “You know what. That little pussy.”

I could hear her better now, though it was distant. “Do you blame me?”

“No, she’s growing into a hot little thing, isn’t she?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Was that in answer to what I said or my fucking?”

“Both.”

“She’s going to make some man very happy one day.”

“Or woman. She was so pouty today when Cheryl got here. I’m glad they’re getting along.”

“Maybe Cheryl’s licking her little pussy. Wouldn’t that be wild?”

I think I may have stopped breathing. They were talking about sex with Lynn. They were talking about Gina fantasizing about sex with Lynn – and about me doing it as well.

“I wouldn’t mind licking Cheryl as well,” said Gina. Then she was grunting and moaning.

Should I listen to more? I wasn’t sure. Right then, the two girls came into the room, and my pussy was on fire again.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Bambi at the Beach, Chapter 2

  • Posted on May 24, 2015 at 2:22 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Just then Bambi saw us coming. She leaped up and ran over, grabbing my hand. “Mommy, come and see what we made!!”

Paige and her teenage sister Gwen stood as we approached. They were both grinning, obviously proud of their sand creation.

“Look!” cried Bambi. “It’s a mermaid!”

It certainly was. A curvy mermaid on her back, her head resting on a stone or something. She had large breasts with prominent nipples. The sculpture was quite well done, even including scales on the tail.

“Isn’t it great?” My daughter jumped up and down again, her tiny bikini barely staying on. “Paige made it for me!”

The 11-year-old beauty dusted sand from her fingers. “Not all by myself. You guys helped a lot.”

“Yeah, I did the tits and the nipples,” exclaimed Bambi. That made everyone laugh.

“And I was assigned to make the scales,” Gwen added, holding up the twig she must have used as a tool. “It was a big job, but I think the results are worth it.”

“That’s really great,” enthused Eve. “You girls are sculptors of the highest order.”

“You wanna go play in the water now?” Bambi asked Gwen. Then she looked at Paige. “You come with us, okay?”

“Okay,” both sisters nodded.

The three girls ran together toward the waves and I felt a stirring in my loins as I followed them with my eyes. Such sweet young bodies, utterly irresistible.

I’d let go of Eve’s arm while we were admiring the sand sculpture, but now I moved closer to her again, putting my arm around her waist. The exposed skin beneath her two-piece suit was soft and warm. “So, what kind of porn do you like best?”

She looked at me with raised eyebrows. “My, you do ask direct questions, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” I grinned, giving her a squeeze.

We sat down on the sand next to the mermaid, and I took her hand, knitting our fingers.

Eve looked down at our joined hands and then answered me. “Um, well, all kinds, I guess. As I said, I’m mostly just curious to see everything, now that I know how much is there and how easy it is to find.”

“So, there’s nothing in particular that turns you on?”

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Okay, since you asked, I’ll tell you. When I first started looking at stuff, it was mostly straight, you know, men with women. Oral sex, both ways, and intercourse. Then, after that, I looked at women together, um, lesbians, or fake lesbians anyway, and then groups of women, sometimes with men. I looked at the hardcore kinds of things, like with dildos and strap-ons, but I didn’t like that very much.”

“You’ve run the gamut,” I joked, “except for bestiality. Any horses or dogs in there?”

That made her laugh again. She squeezed my hand. “No, I haven’t gone there yet, and I doubt I will. But if I ever wanted to see it, I imagine it’s out there somewhere.”

“I’m sure it is,” I agreed, then reminded her, “You were going to tell me about the kind of porn that most excites you.”

“Yeah, it’s… well, after a while I discovered that what really turns me on the most is watching women, um, videos of women where they are… pleasing themselves with their fingers. You know, masturbating.”

“You like watching that?”

She nodded, looking down. I could see that she was embarrassed.

Letting go of her hand, I leaned back on my elbows. That had the effect of putting my ample breasts — and my hard nipples — on display. I was wearing a rather skimpy bikini myself, one that concealed almost nothing.

“It’s perfectly natural,” I told her, “to become excited when you watch a beautiful young woman, like they have in those videos, touching herself and having an orgasm. There’s nothing unusual about being aroused by that. I enjoy it too, quite a bit. But mostly I prefer lesbian porn, especially sex between what looks like very young girls.”

Eve glanced down at me. It was right then, I think, when she began to realize I might be attracted not only to her but also to her daughters. She looked at the ocean again, frowning.

Very young girls?” she asked.

“Yes, well, teenagers. You know, 14 or 15 years old. I’m pretty sure they’re all actually 18 or older, to be legal. But I like it when they look young.”

“Huh.”

I didn’t want to scare her away, but I also wanted to make sure she understood my intentions. To make a seduction work, I have learned, you need a balance between tension and relaxation. You have to keep them on the edge.

She was quiet for a while. I got the sense that she was pulling away from me. But I wasn’t too concerned about it for the moment.

I had planted the seeds with Eve, flattering her and beginning to create intimacy. I had her where I wanted her at this point. Plus, of course, I had Bambi working on the other front, with her daughters.

And speaking of Bambi, it was only a moment later that she came running up out of the water toward us. “Mommy, come in and play with us too! Come on!”

She grabbed my hand, pulling me up. I allowed her to. I was looking forward to the opportunity to ‘play’ in the ocean with the other two girls, as well as with my own daughter.

“Okay, but only for a few minutes,” I told Bambi. Then I turned to Eve. “You want to come in too?”

“No, you go ahead,” she smiled. I returned her smile and then left her, knowing she had a lot to think about.

We went out to where the swells were about waist deep for Gwen and for me, a little higher for the younger girls. The waves were light that day and the sun was warm.

I picked up my daughter, lifting her and tossing her into the water. She laughed joyfully. I did the same with Paige, loving the feel of her tight little body beneath my hands.

Gwen played with the girls the same way I did, and I noticed that as she lifted them, her hands often strayed to intimate areas, onto their chests or up the inside of their thighs. I was intrigued to see that the girl took as much interest in touching her own sister that way as she did in touching Bambi. So it should be fairly easy, I thought to myself, to engage Gwen in the kinds of activities my daughter and I are looking for. Her mother will take some doing, though.

Bambi was letting her hands roam over Gwen’s body too, as we played. She rode the girl’s back, and as she held on tightly, her fingers sometimes would brush the teen’s erect nipples. Or she would come up behind her, pretending to try to lift the older girl and throw her in the ocean, but as she wrapped her little arms around Gwen’s legs, they would slide up into her crotch. Gwen squealed and laughed.

I set up a game where the two little girls hugged each other, face to face, arms and legs entwined, wet young bodies sliding together, as Gwen and I lifted them both up from below and held them out of the water. It was naughty and erotic, because Bambi turned it into something like a sexual encounter with Paige, pulling the girl close and humping herself against her.

I repeated the game several times, and the more we played it, the more excited Bambi became. Her blue eyes took on a glazed look that I knew quite well. It spelled sexual arousal. At one point, as Gwen and I had our arms joined under the two girls and were beginning to lift them up, my daughter actually kissed the other girl on the lips.

Paige was obviously surprised. She didn’t do anything, just stared at Bambi.

I laughed and said, “That’s right, my sweet baby, show Paige how much you like her.”

As Bambi kissed her one more time, Gwen’s eye caught mine and an understanding passed between us. Yes, my look said to her, you not-so-innocent teenage lesbian, you and I are interested in the very same thing.

After we’d tossed the girls into the waves one more time, I cemented my new connection with Gwen by reaching under the water and gently caressing her firm round bottom. She gave a yelp and I felt her body shiver, but she made no effort to pull away from me.

We played for a few more minutes, then I said I needed to get out of the sun for a while. They stayed in the water, and I began wading back toward Eve.

Before leaving them, however, I’d shared another look with Gwen, winking at her as I inclined my head toward Bambi, as if to say, you are free now, you have my permission, you may do whatever you want with my daughter. The tall slim 16-year-old took a deep breath and smiled, raising her eyebrows.

I nodded to her, then my gaze went down to her hard nipples, standing out so plainly through the thin wet fabric of her clinging suit. I made it clear to Gwen in the way my eyes devoured her body that I wanted her as well.

As I came up onto the sand and approached Eve, who was sitting where I’d left her, I glanced down at my own clinging suit. My nipples were now even more visible, not only their shape but also their color. I had deliberately chosen a white bikini that would reveal everything once it was wet, including my labia. The bottom was not lined.

When Eve looked up, she seemed momentarily startled by my new appearance, my obvious exhibitionism. Then she recovered her composure. “Did you have fun?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes, we had a great time,” I answered, wringing out my blonde hair with my hands. “But I need to get out of the sun now. Why don’t you come over with me and sit under our beach umbrella? It’s big and there’s plenty of room.”

She hesitated a moment before agreeing. “All right. Let me get my stuff.”

I walked with her up to their towels. She gathered everything together, hers and her daughters’. I carried some of it too, and we went over to the prime spot Bambi and I had occupied since early in the morning.

The part of the beach we were using was private, owned by the hotel. Guests who paid a fee, or who, like me, were treated as VIPs based on the cost of their accommodations, could reserve large areas, staked out for themselves. The umbrella came with the space, along with chairs and a cooler.

“Wow, this is nice,” said Eve. “It sure beats fighting for a tiny spot among the crowd.”

“Sit down,” I invited, “make yourself at home. Here, let me give you a drink.”

I retrieved the thermos from the cooler, along with a clean cold glass, put some ice in the glass, and poured her a tall serving of Long Island iced tea garnished with a slice of lemon.

“Oh, thank you, that looks wonderful.” She took a large gulp, then shook her head to clear it. “Hey, that’s got a kick to it.”

“Yes,” I chuckled, “just enough to make all your worries go away.”

Eve settled back into her chair, enjoying the cooling shade of the umbrella and the cold drink. After a minute, she said, “I’m sorry about, before… if I seemed sort of… judgmental or something. I shouldn’t be that way.”

“It’s all right.”

She turned and smiled at me. “You seem like a woman who has seen a lot of life, Angela, and who really knows who she is and what she wants. I admire that, I really do. I guess I’ve been sort of sheltered in a way, so busy with my job and my kids and everything. I’m not as worldly as you are, and things will sometimes take me by surprise.”

Then she raised her glass. “But now I’m along for the ride. No more judging, let’s just have fun and be friends.”

“I’ll drink to that. Cheers.”

We clinked glasses and drank. Then I moved my chair closer to hers, where the arms were almost touching. We sat quietly, feeling the soft breeze from the water, smelling the ocean air. Eve laid her head back and closed her eyes.

I looked at her body more closely. Her legs were slim and smooth, her toenails painted. Her waist was not really the waist of a teenager’s, and neither was mine, but her stomach was firm. Her arms, nicely tanned, were almost completely hairless. Her breasts did not appear to sag much at all. There were a few lines around her eyes and around the corners of her mouth. She was beginning to look her age, but just barely.

She opened her eyes and saw me studying her. We held each other’s gaze for a moment. Then I leaned toward her, took her chin in my hand, and kissed her lips, tenderly.

Eve did not resist, but the kiss she returned was only tentative. I sat back, smiling at her. I saw a light tremor pass through her.

“Well,” she finally said, “I haven’t been kissed like that for a very long time.”

I rested my head against the back of my chair, closed my eyes, and said, “Maybe too long.”

We sat together, companionably in silence, for another half hour or so. Then I roused myself and looked in my bag to check my watch.

“It’s almost 5:30,” I said. “If we’re going to dinner, we should round up the girls.”

“Okay,” she yawned, stretching and sitting up. “Thanks for sharing this space with me. It’s so nice I almost dozed off.”

“I know,” I chuckled, “it’s very relaxing, with the breeze and everything. Of course, the ‘tea’ helps too.”

Eve grinned, looking at her tall empty glass. “Yes, it does.”

When we located the kids, they were working on another sand sculpture. I couldn’t tell from a distance, but I thought it might have been a large castle, only partially completed.

“Hey, girls,” called Eve, as we approached, “what are you making now?”

“It’s a dragon!” answered Bambi. “A big dragon!”

“Well, it’s going to be, anyway,” said Paige, “but it’s really hard getting all the parts to stay in place. The sand is too soft.”

Gwen stood up, tossing away her twig. “I’m getting tired of making scales.”

“I’m sorry to spoil your fun,” Eve said, “but Angela has offered to take us all to dinner tonight at a nice seafood restaurant. Is anyone hungry?”

“I am!” Bambi sprang to her feet, the dragon forgotten.

“Me too,” said Gwen. “Seafood sounds great.”

Paige got up slowly, sighing.

“What’s the matter, baby?” asked her mother.

The girl was looking ruefully at the lumpy shape that was supposed to be a mythical monster.

“I don’t like leaving it when it’s not done.” She looked up at Eve. “It won’t still be here tomorrow, will it?”

Her mother put an arm around her. “Probably not. Either the waves will take it away or some other kids will come along and mess it up. But it’s all right, you can make something else tomorrow.”

Bambi took Paige’s hand. “I’ll help you too, okay?”

The girl nodded, with only a hint of a smile. She was a moody one, I thought. The typical sensitive artist.

We went to get our things, then walked into the hotel together. We agreed to meet again in the lobby at 6:30 after showering and getting dressed. Bambi and I didn’t have a car (we’d used a limo to get from the airport to the hotel), so we would take Eve’s car to the restaurant. I stopped at the concierge desk and asked them to make our reservation for dinner.

Back in our rooms, my daughter and I stripped off our suits and got in the shower together. We washed each other’s bodies, then dried off. I looked at the crystal clock on the bathroom vanity, then said to Bambi, “Honey, we have time, if you’re quick, for you to lick me before we put our clothes on, okay?”

She nodded happily.

“I really need it. Looking at you and Paige and Gwen all afternoon in your little suits has me all heated up.”

“Okay, Mommy.” Bambi took my hand and led me into the master bedroom. There were two other large bedrooms in our luxury suite, but she and I nearly always slept in the same bed.

I lay back on the cool sheets and my daughter crouched between my legs, spreading my thighs apart. I closed my eyes as she began expertly kissing and licking my pussy, the way I’d taught her when she was only 7 years old. I held my breasts in my hands and pinched my nipples as I felt her slide two little fingers into my wet vagina.

Within a few minutes I was coming. After my first climax, Bambi stayed between my legs and fastened her mouth over my cunt, shoving her tongue deep inside me. My daughter fucked me with her tongue and soon made me come again, this time even harder.

It felt so wonderful to be there with my little girl like that. I could lie in bed with her and make love all day and all night, as we sometimes did. But tonight we had other work to do.

So, I patted her head and kissed her mouth, tasting myself on her lips, and then we got dressed.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Fireflies, Part Three

  • Posted on May 23, 2015 at 11:42 am

By JetBoy

When I awakened, the sunlight that filled the room puzzled me for a few seconds — I normally slept on the other side of the house, where the sun only put in an appearance in the afternoon.

Then it all came back to me in a dizzying rush. My mother and I had made love yesterday; had shared our bodies, our souls. More than that, we’d fucked.

I was alone in bed, but Mom had left a fresh-cut pink camellia on the pillow for me. Sitting up, I breathed deeply of its fragrance, then caressed my breasts with the soft petals.

Rising, I stretched luxuriously, then padded into the bathroom to shower.

Minutes later, I descended the stairs, letting the wonderful aroma of breakfast lure me to Mom. I’d been tempted to surprise her by coming down completely naked, but settled on my sexiest dressing gown, the one that barely concealed my panties — at least it would have, if I’d been wearing any.

Mom was standing over the stove, as I made my entrance, turning pieces of bacon in a sizzling iron skillet. She wore her ivory-hued kimono — a gift from a Japanese student — that showed off her womanly figure to stunning effect.

Glancing over her shoulder, she paused to look me up and down appreciatively. “Hey, hon,” she said, the warmth of her voice stirring some very un-daughterly feelings of mine. “How many eggs do you want?”

Moving close, I embraced Mom from behind, grinding my mound into her generous ass. “Hmmm,” I mused, my hands opening the kimono, then slipping inside to cup her bare breasts. “Think I’d rather have these, actually.” I teased Mom’s nipples, feeling them stiffen to my touch.

Shaking her head, she moved away. “Really, Marcie,” she chided, opening the oven door to check on a pan of biscuits, which were just beginning to turn a golden brown. “You’ve got a one-track mind.” There was an amused light in her eyes when she said it, though. “Now you cut out this foolishness and sit down. Breakfast is almost ready.” Taking up a pair of tongs, she deftly plucked bacon strips from the skillet, laying each one out on a folded paper towel.

“Okay, okay,” I laughed, raising my hands in a gesture of surrender. Taking my seat at the kitchen table, I arranged myself in a very provocative pose, legs parted just enough to expose my pussy. “Oh, Mom-ma…” I sang.

“What, honey?” she replied, looking over her shoulder — then her eyes widened as she drank in the sight of me. “Oh, my.”

“Two eggs. Scrambled,” I purred, letting both hands trail slowly down my thighs.

Mom licked her lips as she stared at my cunt, which I was certain had to be glistening with wetness. Her gaze shifted up to my face, eyes narrowing into a mock-glare. “It pains me to say this, honestly it does… but my daughter has become a tease. And something of a slut, I suspect.”

I purred, “Oh, I’m your slut, Mom,” hugging myself. It was weird but exhilarating, playing the Bad Girl for my mother.

She folded her arms, giving me that are-we-finished? look that I suspected a few of her students knew all too well. “Honey. Behave.”

“Sorry, Mom,” I grinned sheepishly, straightening in my chair.

Satisfied, she turned back to the stove, taking two eggs and cracking them in a glass bowl.

Moments later, we were eating breakfast and deep in a discussion of W.S. Merwin’s poetry. I’d buried myself in his work for weeks while composing my final paper for American Lit class. Just another meal in our happy home, filled with Mom’s great cooking and good conversation.

Only as we ate, I couldn’t stop thinking of Mom’s nearly naked body beneath that silken gown. The front was open enough to give me tantalizing glimpses of her breasts, and I longed to bury my face in them, breathing deeply of her skin. As for Mom, she did her share of looking, too, glancing again and again at the outline of my nipples, which were all too apparent through the skimpy nightie I wore.

Finally we yielded up our knives and forks, took that last sip of coffee, wiped our mouths with the linen napkins that Mom had always used instead of paper ones. Without a word, we rose to tidy up, clearing away the remains of our breakfast.

Mom gently placed the last plate in the sink, then turned to me. I could read the desire she felt, written in her warm brown eyes.

Without breaking her gaze, I reached out to grasp the tasseled cord that wound about my mother’s kimono, tugging it gently to undo the careless knot that held the gown shut. It slowly parted, revealing Mom’s body. Underneath, she wore sexy red panties — nothing else.

“Oh, Marcie,” she breathed, her cheeks flushed with an excitement that mirrored my own.

Moving closer, I slid both hands beneath the silken material and around Mom’s bare waist, crushing my body against hers. She had just enough time to gasp before I kissed her.

My head swam with lust as I felt her open to me, replying to my hunger with her probing tongue. We kissed for a long while, reluctant to part even for the length of time it would take to climb the stairs to my bedroom — the closest one.

No matter — I had other, more daring plans for my mother. We had shared sweet lovemaking; now I was in the mood to be downright lewd. Let’s see just how wild we can get, Momma…

Abruptly breaking away, I hooked my thumbs beneath her kimono and pushed it from her shoulders. The smooth silk cascaded to the floor, and my nearly nude mother gasped again, making a half-movement to cover her breasts.

“Honey!” she exclaimed. “What — what if someone d-drops by?” She glanced nervously at the large kitchen window, which looked out onto our back yard.

“We won’t answer,” I replied, reaching for the hem of my nightie and yanking it up and off with a single gesture, leaving me completely naked.

I reached out to seize Mom’s hand and led her over to the kitchen table, now emptied. Firmly placing her hand upon its gleaming surface, my lips graze her ear as I whisper, “Bend over, Mom.”

She was trembling — partly from arousal, partly from nerves — but she meekly obeyed, lowering her upper half until her breasts were touching the table top.

I moved back, studying my mother’s backside with a fierce hunger that simmered beneath my belly. She was magnificent; soft and shapely, built for a lover’s comfort. Licking my lips, I gazed at the pouting cleft of Mom’s cunt, outlined beneath gauzy panties, remembering the adoration I’d showered last night on that wonderful part of her body.

Yeah, I’d had her pussy — now, I wanted her ass.

Drawing closer, I grabbed a chair with one hand, slid it beneath me and sat; my face mere inches from Mom’s buttocks. I grasped the waistband of her panties and drew them down slowly enough to make a show of it, licking my lips as her nudity was revealed to me one luscious inch at a time. Finally, my mother’s knickers ringed her ankles, and she stepped from them without a murmur.

I took a long, deep breath, then rested my hands on the soft globes, cupping them for a moment before I spread them apart, exposing the cleft of my mother’s anus. It was lovely — a sweet pink pucker that cried out to be kissed, like a little mouth. So that’s just what I did, burrowing between those soft cheeks to place an open-mouthed kiss upon Mom’s rosebud.

She gasped, a thrilled shudder rippling through her frame. “Oh, baby — oh God!”

I was licking my mother’s asshole, bathing her crack with long, luscious strokes. She was writhing atop the table, panting, “Marcie, th-that feels so — oh so good! I’ve n-never… never… ohhhhhh!”

It felt more wonderful than I can say, making love to Mom like this. To me, analingus is the most intimate of sexual acts — and it was a pleasure I only shared with special lovers. Who better to receive this precious gift than the woman who had given birth to me, fed me from her breasts, soothed my tears, taught me to read, raised me to adulthood?

As I rimmed her, my right hand slid up the inside of Mom’s legs and between them, cupping her warm, wet vulva for a few heartbeats before I brought my fingers into play. There was rich nectar dripping from her flower, and I felt it slowly coating my digits while I deftly masturbated her. My lips were wedged deeply into the crease of Mom’s buttocks, the tip of the tongue pressing insistently at the anal pucker.

“Marcie,” she moaned, quivering to my touch. “Marcie, I love you…”

Sensing my mother’s need for release, I allowed my fingers to seek out the fleshy button of her clit. She inhaled sharply as I lightly brushed her there one, two, three times; then took the inflamed nubbin between my thumb and index finger, gently pinching it.

A strangled cry exploded from Mom’s throat as a climax kicked in hard and fast, near-violent jolts of ecstasy coursing through her frame.

“Mmmmmohhhnnyeah… oh — oh JESUS!” she screamed, raising herself from the table with both hands, head thrown back.

Unwilling to stop, I continued to masturbate my mother while French kissing her asshole, carrying her through at least two more orgasms. Finally she blurted “Marcie, oh God — n-n-no more, please!”

I withdrew my fingers, now bathed in Mom’s essence, saying goodbye to her anus with a flick of the tongue before rising to my feet. My mother lay on the table, knees bent, her toes resting on the floor. Her elegant back heaved with each deep breath.

Helping a dazed Mom to her feet, I led her over to the couch, where she collapsed into its welcoming embrace. Her hair was awry, face flushed, body glistening with sweat — yet her well-fucked appearance made me want my mother all the more, as if the tongue action I’d just given her had been no more than an appetizer.

Pausing to lick at my sticky fingertips, I studied the thick bush between Mom’s legs, now somewhat matted from her vaginal fluids. All my other female lovers kept their pubes shaved or trimmed, but there was something beautiful about my mother’s auburn thatch that made me wonder if I’d been missing out. Maybe I’ll let mine grow in, I mused, casually teasing my slit with a fingertip.

My eyes shifted to Mom’s face, and a surge of raw lust raced through me when I saw the animal hunger in her eyes. I’d yet to come that morning, and there was a fire deep in my womanly center that needed to be quenched.

She sat up straight, reaching out to grasp my hand. “Now it’s your turn, baby,” she announced, a rough edge to her voice, “and I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never had it before.”

I was speechless with excitement. I’d never heard Mom swear, not even when she lost her temper, and her deliberate use of the word fuck only tossed fuel on the inferno inside me. My shy, gentle, sonnet-quoting mother had been displaced for the moment, overtaken by this sexy, confident lesbian who meant to have her way with me — and I planned to let her.

So once again my mother and I mounted the stairs, hand in hand, hungry to experience more incestuous delights.

Leading me into her bedroom, Mom enveloped me in her soft arms, claiming my mouth in a soul kiss, humming with pleasure as she tasted her own cunt and asshole on my lips. Then, drawing away, she placed the flat of her hand upon my chest, giving me a shove. Startled, I lost my balance, falling back onto the bed. Propping myself up on both elbows, I gaped at her.

“Stay right there, girl,” Mom purred, her eyes burning into mine like lasers. “Mommy’s got a little surprise for you.”

Turning away, she opened the twinned doors of her handmade armoire, rummaged around inside, only to emerge with –

Oh. My. God.

My mother was holding this big, beautiful latex cock with a leather harness attached, a feral smile adorning her lips as she caressed its length — eight inches, at least. All I could do was stare, my body pulsing with excitement.

“Now, sweetheart,” Mom murmured, “it’s my turn to play.” She proffered the rubbery dick, which wobbled gently in her grasp. “Ever use one of these on a girl — or had one used on you?”

I slowly shook my head. “No, never — and that’s bigger than any real cock I’ve ever had.”

A flicker of concern appeared in her eyes — but before she could have any second thoughts, I beckoned her to me with a finger as I lay back, spreading my legs. “Let’s do this, Mom. C’mon — fuck me, right now!”

I was quaking inside with feverish desire, watching impatiently and fighting off an urge to caress my vulva as Mom carefully fastened the device about her hips, then anointed it with lubricant squeezed from a crumpled tube she took from the drawer of her nightstand. Then her eyes met mine, and my mother gave me a lustful look that had me feeling hot and cold all at once.

Her gaze remained unbroken as she knelt on the bed and crawled toward me — a wild beast, stalking game. I could only part my thighs further, offering myself to her. Soon, she towered over where I lay. Reaching down, Mom placed the tips of her fingers between my breasts, her smile deepening when she sensed the frantic poundpoundpound of my heart. She drew those fingers down my body in a slow, unbroken line; one that ended between my legs. A whimper escaped my lips as she fondled my cunt in the gentlest of caresses.

It was lovely, no denying that — but I was desperate to be taken by Mom, eager to get acquainted with the glistening prick that jutted arrogantly from her pelvis; to feel it slide deep inside me. I closed my eyes, willing it to happen.

Then her soft, yearning mouth covered mine, and somehow that eased my tension as I parted my lips, inviting her tongue to play. It was a relaxed but ardent kiss, Mom’s way of telling me Take it easy, honey — we’ve got all day to make love.

As I sucked on my mother’s tongue, she slowly lowered herself onto me… and that was when I felt the tip of her sex toy pressing against the entrance to my cunt. Opening my legs even further, I stared at my mother, aching with adoration for her. “Do it, Mom… oh, God, I n-need you inside me…”

I gasped in delight as the bulbous head slipped through the vaginal ring — then it felt as if the very breath was driven from my chest as Mom pushed the length of her cock into me, inch by incredible inch, until I could feel her pubes grazing my trimmed mound.

Pinned beneath the magnificent weight of my mother’s body, I clutched her to me, trembling. I’d never been filled so completely. That beautiful cock was touching places inside that no lover had ever reached. Every movement she or I made, however tiny, reverberated through me as if the earth’s crust was buckling beneath the bed.

“Ready?” Mom breathed, her nose millimeters from mine.

Words were beyond me at that instant, so I simply nodded, as emphatically as I could. She tensed slightly, then a choked cry broke from my lips when Mom drew back, and her slippery prick began its reverse journey from my cunt.

Mom withdrew until only the tip remained inside, then reversed herself, slowly entering me once more. This time, she somehow managed to penetrate even deeper.

“Yesssss, Mommy,” I whimpered, clutching at her ass with both hands. “F-fuck me…!”

I’ve noticed that whenever two women enjoy strap-on sex in an erotic story, they always seem to go at it fast and furiously; one lover taking the other in a crazed frenzy, bellies slapping together with every brutal thrust.

My first time was different. Mom’s fucking was smooth and steady, even affectionate. She kissed me again and again, sometimes working her tongue in and out of my mouth in time with her slowly churning hips. I pictured myself as a flattened beach ball, being filled by my loving mother — only she was pumping me full of pleasure, not air. The image was so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but giggle.

Mom gazed warmly into my eyes and whispered, “Silly girl.” Then her soft mouth claimed mine again, and I sighed, surrendering myself to her as I never had with a lover.

Each sweet stroke from my mother’s cock seemed to lift me ever higher, until I was panting furiously, dizzy with sexual rapture. I felt the approach of orgasm, welcomed it, aching for release.

Then her hand slipped between our moving bodies, snaking between my legs. Startled, I gaped up at my mother as her fingers found and lightly tweaked my throbbing clit.

“Ohhh! OHHH!” I wailed as a thunderclap smashed heedlessly through me, roaring and sizzling in my ears. Through it all, Mom continued to plow me, each new thrust a shower of bright orange sparks that seemed to cascade over our pumping bodies.

I was panting for breath, utterly spent. Mom continued to masturbate me, though, and before my heart could lapse into a steady beat I was coming again, my hands balled into white-knuckled fists, screaming hoarsely to the ceiling.

Finally I felt her fingers withdraw, the cock slipping from my vagina with a slurping sound. I emitted a gasp of relief before sinking into the sodden sheets.

Half conscious, head spinning crazily, I drank in huge gulps of air, my heartbeat gradually slackening into a steady rhythm. I heard Mom’s strap-on hit the floor with a light thud, then felt her body press into mine from behind. Warm, soft lips brushed my neck.

Spent as I was, I still managed to twist myself around to face my mother, giving her a sleepy smile. “That was awesome… love you, Mom.”

She drew me into her comforting arms, where I nestled contentedly; a little girl once more, calmed by Mommy’s nearness. “I love you too, sweetheart,” I heard her murmur as I drifted into slumber.

*****

Nearly two years have passed since that incredible weekend when Mom and I became sexually intimate.

Tennessee Williams once said — or had one of his characters say, anyhow — that time was the longest distance between two places. The last couple of years have proven the simple truth of Mr. Williams’ words, for me at least.

I’m currently working on a Masters degree, and plan to go into teaching. In my teen years, I resisted any idea of following in my mother’s footsteps; now here I am, doing exactly that. Go figure.

Mom is now openly gay, and blissfully happy with her life. Last year she took up with a woman who does house repair and carpentry for a living. Amy is in her mid-thirties, butch but beautiful, and almost never cracks a book. I like to tease Mom by calling her and Amy “The Odd Couple,” but they really do have something special.

As for me, I surprised myself by getting seriously involved with a man — something I never anticipated doing again. But Nicky is a truly special guy; smart, charming and incredibly sweet. Mom thinks the world of him, and so do I.

Nicky and I spend just about every spare minute of our time together… but he knows that Thursday night, with very few exceptions, is for me and my mother. He refers to those nights as “hen parties,” with that little smile of his that leaves me tingling all over. If only he knew!

When I arrive at the homestead, Mom is waiting for me with a smile and a warm hug. She mixes a couple of drinks, and if the weather permits, we sit together on the back porch, taking in the beauty of an Alabama night. Early summer evenings are the best — the air is cool and refreshing after the day’s heat and fragrant with honeysuckle, our yard alive with tiny glowing fireflies, flickering on and off, on and off — a sight I’ll always cherish.

My mother and I sit side by side on the darkened veranda, a citronella candle nearby to ward off mosquitoes. We talk of this and that, share the million and one details of our lives. After awhile, we fall silent, content to relax in each other’s presence.

Then I reach over to place a hand on Mom’s bare leg, stroking the warm skin, gliding beneath the hem of her dress. I don’t know why, but it always falls to me to make the first move. My hand slips between those soft thighs, finally cupping my mother’s mound through her panties.

Mom turns to me, her face radiant with desire –and our mouths meet in a kiss that quickly grows passionate.

Somehow, we find our way upstairs to her room. We undress one another, slip naked beneath the silken sheets. And then Mom and I make love, joining our bodies and souls in the warmth of her bed as we have so many times before… as we always will.

No one else knows of the forbidden pleasures we enjoy, not even our lovers. Yet this sweet secret that we nurture between us burns with a heat intense enough to occasionally make me ache to declare our love to one and all, to defiantly say that Yes, I fuck my own mother.

Obviously, I can’t do any such thing. The world isn’t ready to understand a relationship like ours, and probably never will be.

So instead, I’m setting our story down in print, sharing it with everyone who wants to know. I like to think that other women will be inspired by our love, that these humble words might give some longing teenager the courage to do something about the desire she feels for her mom, or convince a lonely housewife that lusting after her daughter isn’t wrong just because society says so.

For Mom and I, incest has only made our bond stronger — and the lovemaking we enjoy is as natural as breathing.

Fireflies, Part Two

  • Posted on May 23, 2015 at 11:32 am

By JetBoy

Mom led me into her bedroom, switching on a small lamp on the nightstand.

Her soft arms twined round my waist, mine round hers. We gazed at one another for a long moment, both of us suddenly shy, unsure of what to do next.

“I love you, Mom,” I whispered.

“Oh… I adore you, my sweet, sweet child,” she replied, her eyes misty. Then, just like that, our mouths met in an angel-soft kiss. I felt the tip of her tongue graze my lover lip, fanning my lust into a roaring flame. My own tongue came to life, seeking hers as our kiss grew increasingly hungry.

I slid my hands down Mom’s back to cradle her ass through her skirt. She moaned into my mouth, then suddenly pulled away. “Let me,” she gasped, fumbling at the buttons on her blouse. “I… oh, God, I need to be naked for you.”

I stopped her. “No, Mom. You’re a gift, the nicest I’ve ever had… and I want to unwrap you myself.”

Calming herself, Mom gazed at me dreamily. “Such lovely things you say to me, baby.” She placed a soft kiss upon my mouth, then stood silently before me, waiting to be undressed.

I took up where my mother had left off, unfastening her top one button at a time. Sliding the blouse from her ivory shoulders, I reached around her back to undo the catch of her bra. She shrugged it off, baring her breasts for me. I dipped my head to lick at a nipple — she shivered with delight — then resumed my work.

Flicking open the clasp of her skirt, I let the navy blue garment fall carelessly to the floor, leaving my mother in French cut panties. My eyes widened in surprise; I’d not known Mom’s taste ran to such sexy underthings.

Kneeling at her feet, I pressed my face into Mom’s belly, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin, deliciously tinged with a hint of wet pussy. Seeking its source, I nuzzled my way down to the dampened front of her panties, kissing her vaginal cleft through the gauzy material.

“My God,” she moaned, “I can’t b-believe this is really happening. I — I’ve wanted you, dreamed of being with you f-for so long…!”

Grasping the waistband of my mother’s panties, I tugged them down to her ankles with a single fluid motion, baring the curly triangle of her pubes. She stepped from the filmy knickers, then stood before me, posing for a moment. Then she laid down on her bed, naked and open, one hand tucked beneath her head.

“Well, honey?” she murmured, shyly enough to send my lust soaring even higher. “Do you like what you see?”

“I do, Mom,” I crooned. “You are a beautiful blossom, and I’m going to love you like you’ve never been loved before.”

I quickly undid my dress, letting it fall to the floor, then pulled my panties down and off. Now nude, I crawled onto the bed with her, straddling my mother on all fours, then bent to touch her left nipple with my lips before taking it into my mouth. She moaned as my tongue flicked at the stiffening tip. Her hand brushed my hair from my forehead. “I adore you,” she whispered.

I let my hand wander over her body until it rested between Mom’s thighs, my finger tracing the opening to her cunt. She welcomed my intrusion, parting her legs even wider for me. She smiled dreamily. “Oh, my… you’re good at this, honey.”

I pressed a fingertip inside her. “Oooohhh,” she mewed as I went deeper, then began to slide in and out — and just like that, I was fucking my mother!

My thumb began to press against her clit, and Mom’s eyes widened in awe. “Oh Christ, Marcie–”

“Shhh,” I pressed my fingers to her lips. “Don’t say anything. Just let me please you.” I manipulated her clitoris for a bit longer, then leaned down and took it between my lips, flicking the inflamed nubbin with the tip of my tongue.

Surprised, she thrust her hips against my face, the bed shifting beneath us. I buried my face in my mother’s soft chestnut curls, lips pressing into the moist, tangy flesh of her cunt in a lover’s kiss. The taste was intoxicating. Her thighs framed my face as I penetrated my mother with an exploring tongue.

My head spun at the enormity of what we were doing. An hour ago, Mom and I were innocently passing the time of day, chatting and fixing dinner. Now, I was naked and so was she, and I was fucking her with my mouth, her essence coating my lips and chin. It was forbidden, it was crossing a dangerous line, it was probably even illegal — and at that moment, it felt like destiny. Believe it or not, what surprised me most of all was that we’d never made love before.

I wanted all of her, hungered and thirsted for this incomparable woman who had given me life. She had always been there for me — now it was my turn to bestow a precious gift upon her. The gift of sexual ecstasy, freely given out of love.

My hand covered a breast, the other fondled her opening, my lips nursed her clit, and they all made love to my mother; loved her body and soul until she cried out; bucking wildly in the throes of orgasm.

Even after Mom’s climax had peaked and waned, I continued to lightly kiss her vulva, keeping her pleasure simmering while she recovered. She enjoyed it, too, crooning contentedly as I nuzzled her now matted pubes, savoring the thick, luscious taste and aroma of cunt.

Finally she touched my shoulder. “Come here, sweetheart,” she gasped. “I… I need a kiss.”

Lifting my head from between her thighs, I rose to my knees, gazing down in awe at my nude mother. Her hair was delightfully askew, her face flushed, body glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration — yet, somehow, she was even more lovely than ever. Grasping her extended hand, I allowed Mom to draw me down into her arms.

I lay atop my mother’s luscious body, between her thighs, loving the warmth and softness of this woman from whose vagina I had emerged so very long ago. Our mouths met, and I moaned out loud when Mom’s tongue emerged to trace a circle around my sticky lips, sampling her own sex.

We kissed for a long, lovely while, then Mom gently broke away. “I want to taste you now, baby,” she whispered. “Let me lick your pussy.”

Giving her a smile and a light kiss on the tip of her nose, I extricated myself from my mother’s embrace and rose to my knees, then moved to straddle her face. Her expression was one of wonder as she studied my cunt up close for the first time since my infancy. “So beautiful,” she sighed, brushing my sex with her fingertips. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep, luxurious breath, placing her hands on my hips. “Mmmm… you smell divine, darling — a libation to the gods.”

I was practically shivering with desire and my need for release… but the college student in me had to ask. “Um… isn’t a libation a drink, Mom?”

My mother looked at me with twinkling eyes. “Yes,” she murmured. “Yes, it is.” And she drew my cunt down to her waiting mouth, penetrating me with a sharp thrust of the tongue.

A strangled cry broke from my throat as my mother feasted on me, her mouth making wet sounds as she greedily drank deep of my womanly essence. I swayed back and forth atop Mom’s face, hugging myself, my body throbbing with the pleasure that only lesbian sweethearts can know.

I basked in the moment, nearly sobbing in joy as my mother’s tongue circled the opening of my cunt, her lips buried in the moist, warm flesh. Oh, she had a wicked, wicked mouth, and knew how to use it to drive me wild. But as I lurched headlong toward the blessed oblivion of orgasm, she suddenly drew away to nuzzle my inner thighs.

I moaned, cheated of the release I craved. Damn... Mom was teasing me! I felt the warmth of her breath caress my pubis as she slowly licked her way back to my sexual center; then once again, the rollercoaster began its slow ascent.

Mom pleasured me every which way for the longest while — taking me to within a millimeter of release, then shifting her attention just enough to deny the climax I craved. There are many ways to love a woman’s sex with your mouth, and my mother had clearly learned more than a few of these from her previous bedmates.

She pressed open-mouthed kisses into my cunt, occasionally punctuated by quick darting flashes of tongue… bathed the surface of my vulva with long, slow licks that always ended with a brief flick at the clitoris… nibbled playfully at my labia, tugging at the sensitive flesh.

Then, just when I was on the verge of frustrated tears, Mom’s lips enveloped my clit, sucking delicately at the inflamed tip. My entire body arched up from the bed as an enormous orgasm hit me like a fist, cartoon stars cascading behind my eyes.

I’d never come so explosively. Rivulets of fire seemed to course through every inch of me as I bucked and rocked in a mad frenzy, tightly clutching my breasts. I wanted to scream, but was incapable of sound.

To this day, I wonder: was my pleasure so intense because of Mom’s skill as a lover? Or was it because the forbidden aspect of our fucking added to my excitement? Actually, I like to think of a third possibility — that the blood bond between my mother and I meant that she knew my body as well as her own, sensing instinctively what her baby girl needed.

I found myself curled upon my side, not quite knowing how I’d gotten there. Dazed, utterly spent, I felt the heat of Mom’s body against mine. My eyes slowly opened, then focused on her smiling face.

“Oh, Marcie,” she sighed, “that was – incredible. I’ve imagined b-being with you for a long time, you know… but my fantasies didn’t come close to the real thing.” She brushed my damp forehead with her lips. “That wasn’t sex, honey — it was poetry.”

I rolled my eyes. “Mom, please… shut up and kiss me.”

With a giggle, she closed the gap between us to do just that.

We lay together in blissful silence for a long while, our mouths playing sweet, childish games together. The lustful urgency that had claimed us earlier had waned, replaced by a warm, contented glow. Our tongues entwined languidly as Mom and I explored just about every possible way that two women could kiss.

It was so good, so perfect. Right then, I loved Mom more than anyone or anything. She was my parent, my friend, my teacher, my rock of stability in an uncertain world — and now, a sexual partner.

After awhile our loins began to throb with renewed desire, and Mom and I came together to make love once more. This time, I slid between her legs, positioning our bodies so that my wet cunt was resting against hers. Gripping my mother’s soft, creamy thigh, I began to move my hips, slowly grinding our sexes together. With a coo of delight, Mom responded in kind, pushing back into me.

Every other time I’d fucked a woman this way, it was fast and furious; an intense workout. But as for my mother and I, we took our sweet time at first, allowing the pleasure to build gradually. We couldn’t kiss, but I reached out to fondle her breasts, then caressed her flushed face. She took my fingers between her lips, sucking them.

The feeling of her hot, wet flesh sliding against mine was exquisite, the rich wine of our lust flowing in unison. I was brought up in a Christian household and have always been a believer… and though it might sound like blasphemy to some, making love to Mom in this wondrous way seemed like the nearest I’d ever come to being touched by the hand of God.

When we came, it was simultaneously — her ecstasy feeding my own, mine amplifying hers. The gentleness of our coupling quickly became frenzied, bodies rocking together in an increasingly crazed rhythm. We drove one another harder, faster; like wild beasts in heat. Finally, our mutual joy reached its unimaginable peak, and I simply let go, falling back into the damp sheets.

Somehow Mom and I moved into each other’s arms, and we lay entwined for a long while, our sweat-glazed bodies gradually cooling with the approach of night. The sounds of the neighborhood serenaded us through the open window as we rested, letting the world return in its own good time.

Finally, my mother’s body shifted against mine, and I opened my eyes to find her smiling at me.

“Love you, sweetheart,” she murmured, just the same as she always had.

“Love you too, Mom,” I replied.

Disentangling herself from me, she slowly rose, stretched herself with a contented yawn, then bent to pick up her dress. Draping it over her arm, she turned to me, that gentle smile still on her lips. “I’m going to take a quick shower, honey… then finish getting our supper ready. I suppose we’ll be dining later than usual tonight.” She paused. “You should wash up, too. I’ve put fresh towels in your bathroom.” And with that, she exited, still naked. I stared at Mom’s generous ass as she moved through the door, then disappeared down the hallway. Just like that.

Dazed, I shook my head to clear it, wondering what the hell just happened? My mother and I had come to bed, undressed and made passionate love — and suddenly she was Mom again, making small talk as if we’d only sorted the laundry together!

It confused me, but I decided to follow her lead for now. So off to the shower I scooted, to wash away the evidence of our loving.

As I scrubbed myself beneath the flowing water, I wondered if this would be a one-time thing; if Mom would ever want to be intimate again. A tendril of sadness touched me at the thought of never getting another chance to kiss my mother that way — to undress her, to touch her beautiful body, to taste her pussy. I licked at my lips, hoping that a trace of her still lingered there.

Jesus, this was crazy. Mom and I had made love mere minutes ago — and I was already hungering for more!

I felt an impulse to press a hand between my legs and masturbate, right there and then. Instead, I somehow managed to curb my lust long enough to finish washing myself, then climbed out and toweled my body dry.

Back in my bedroom, I selected some fresh clothes to wear. Wanting to look my sexiest, I chose a short blue dress that showed my figure off quite nicely, deciding to go nude underneath. A hint of lipstick, a touch of scent, some deft work with the hairbrush and I stood before the mirror, liking what I saw and hoping that Mom would too.

Just then I heart her voice, wafting up the stairs. “Honey… supper’s ready.”

Taking a deep breath, my heart fluttering, I made my way downstairs.

I had no idea what to expect, so it was something of a surprise to enter the dining room and find my mother standing beside her chair like she usually was before we sat down to dine, waiting for me. Like always, we joined hands and Mom said a brief blessing, then with our whispered, “Amen,” we took our seats and began to fill our plates.

As we ate, we innocently chatted about Mom’s work and my classes. She filled me in on the latest doings in our neighborhood, and I talked about the books I’d read lately.

It was such a normal, pleasant evening that the hot sex my mother and I had shared earlier began to seem like a weird dream; the kind of thing my perverted mind might have conjured up after eating pepperoni pizza at three in the morning.

After a dessert of homemade peach cobbler, we cleared the table and washed up together like we always did — Mom washing, me drying. Despite the undercurrent of erotic tension I felt coursing through my belly, the mood was relaxed and mellow.

I placed the last clean dish in the cupboard, then turned to Mom, ready for anything. She gave me the sweetest smile. “Want to watch a movie? I rented one for us. It’s just a silly little romantic comedy, but…” She was blushing.

“Sure, Mom… I’d love to.”

We moved to the living room, where Mom put the DVD in the player and I switched off the lamp on the end table, leaving the room illuminated by the glow of the television screen. Side by side Mom and I sat on the couch, watching the opening credits as they scrolled past.

I tried to lose myself in the film, but was conscious of little else but my mother’s nearness; the warmth of her body next to mine. Mom had applied a fresh hint of the gardenia scent I’d always loved, and it had never seemed so enticing.

There was a nearly irresistible urge that burned inside me; telling me to slip a hand under Mom’s skirt, gliding between those soft thighs until I was touching the warm, womanly center of her.

Instead, I kept my hands to myself, like a frightened adolescent boy on his first date. What if I came on to Mom right then? What would she say? This was utterly absurd. We’d had our faces buried in each other’s cunts just a couple of hours ago, and now I was too nervous to put a hand on her leg!

Needless to say, I retained almost nothing of the movie. My mind was lost in a mad whirl of love, lust, sex and incest.

It seemed a small eternity before the swelling strings signaled the film’s end. Mom switched on the lamp, and once more I waited for something, anything to happen.

She stood, stretched, then murmured, “Oh, my, it’s been quite a day… time for bed, I think.”

A note of helpless melancholy sounded inside me at the thought of Mom departing for the night, leaving me alone — and that was when she reached out to take my hand.

“Marcie, honey,” she whispered, giving me a look I could have basked in forever, “will you sleep with me tonight?”

I brought her hand to my face, pressing a kiss into her palm. “Yes, Mom,” I replied, my voice quivering with emotion. “I… I’d love to.”

Once again we mounted the stairs together, our hands still lovingly entwined. Only this time, the fevered anticipation of that first climb to Mom’s bed had been replaced by a feeling of warmth and well-being.

Somehow at that moment my thoughts returned to the fireflies that illuminated our back yard on warm evenings like this; tiny, ever-moving smears of green and yellow. As a little girl who loved to capture those wondrous insects, then release them back into the Alabama evening, I’d imagined that the soft light they emitted was a sign of their happiness. Suddenly, I found myself wanting to believe that again; because I seemed to be filled with that same light, shining in me like God’s love.

We entered my mother’s bedroom together, quickly moving into a lover’s embrace. My mouth sought out hers, and we kissed. Her soft lips brushed enticingly against mine; then our tongues engaged, almost bashfully at first. Soon, though, our kissing was ardent and oh, so sensual.

Grasping the lower half of Mom’s dress, I hoisted it up, baring her legs. She lifted her arms, allowing me to undress her. Mom was nude underneath but for pink panties, and I knelt to tug them down to her feet. My heart leapt as I uncovered the thick furze of her bush, yearning to feel those dark red curls ticking my nose.

I moved closer, intending to bury my face between my mother’s thighs and drink from the fleshy chalice… but I was halted by her hand on my shoulder. “No need to rush, honeybunch,” Mom laughed. “It’s a long time until morning. Why don’t you let me undress you now?”

I sheepishly rise, and with a coo of delight, she tugs my dress up and off. Being Mom, she has to neatly fold my dress and place it on a nearby chair, her eyes drinking in my nudity. Somehow, that simple gesture makes me smile.

Mom reaches out to touch me, trailing the tips of her fingers between my breasts, over the belly and down to tangle in my neatly trimmed pubic strip. “You are a vision of loveliness, my child,” she whispers. “My precious, precious flower.”

“You’re the beautiful one, Mom,” I reply, allowing a hand to glide down her side until it rests on the curve of her hip. “I see girls at school who think they’re so sexy and desirable… but there’s nothing real about them.” My hand travels around her body as I move closer, caressing her ripe, round ass. “All they want is to be perfect little Barbie dolls.” I traced the cleft of my mother’s anus with a gently probing finger, and she whimpered. “What I want is a woman, Mom. That’s you. A real, imperfect, magnificent woman who I’m aching to fuck.”

Mom’s eyes twinkled as her arms entwine me. “Go right ahead, baby,” she breathed, her mouth covering mine, parting my lips with an inquisitive tongue.

As if dancing, we made our way to Mom’s bed with a few graceful steps — still in each other’s arms, unwilling to break our passionate kiss for even a second. We relaxed into the sheets, two nude bodies sliding silkily together.

There we were, my mother and I — naked, in bed and ready to experience lesbian incest once again — but we were too caught up in kissing to take things any further. We fed like hungry babies on one another’s mouths, our tongues darting, retreating, tangling as we kissed over and over again. Or was it a single kiss that lasted for a small, sweet eternity?

Of course, the sexual heat between Mom and I had to finally spill over, igniting the sheets with renewed passion. Our hands began to boldly wander, fingers creeping into intimate places.

Finally I broke away from my mother with a quick peck on her nose, raising up just far enough to twist around 180 degrees, reversing myself atop her body. A blissful sigh flowed from me as I came face to face — so to speak — with Mom’s pussy.

And what a glorious sight that was, dear readers… framed by soft auburn pubes, her labia were swollen with arousal and parted to reveal glistening pink flesh, crowned by the inflamed tip of Mom’s clitoris. I inhaled deeply, drinking in the rich, musky aroma of her cunt, letting the scent transport me. This was a moment in time that I wanted to keep and savor for always.

And that was when I felt Mom’s hands on my hips as she drew me down to delve between my thighs, covering my throbbing sex with her mouth — that long, lovely tongue penetrating me in a lewd variation on the French kiss.

I pressed my face deep into the musky swamp that was Mom’s cunt, wanting to baptize myself in her honey. And even though I’d only gone down on her once before, her pussy already seemed as familiar to me as my beloved teddy bear. But after all, I remind myself with a sticky smile, this was my home before I came into the world, wasn’t it?

Then my mother and I settled in to pleasure one another in earnest, and I more or less stopped thinking about anything for the next few minutes.

There’s a strange, beautiful energy in the sixty-nine position. It’s a closed circuit of sexual ecstasy; a circle where rapture feeds upon itself. And that energy was even stronger, I’d long believed, when it was shared by lovers of the same gender. And when those same lovers are linked by the blood knot of kinship that joined my mother and I, one created from the womb of the other? It’s like no sexual experience you can imagine.

Oh my stars, what an incredible coming together it was for us both. Our bodies fitted together flawlessly, her heart and mine beat in perfect unison and when we came, I was so caught up in this melding of souls that for a crazy instant, it seemed as if I actually was my mother!

Afterward, we lay side by side, her fingers entwined with mine, moonlight spilling through the blinds to paint milky stripes on the wall and ceiling.

“I adore you, baby,” my mother whispered, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “If I could write the beauty of your eyes, and in fresh numbers number all your graces, the age to come would say ‘This poet lies, such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthy faces.”

I resisted the urge to giggle — God, Mom really was an English Lit professor to the core. Still, there is something thrilling about a lover paying tribute to you with words from Shakespeare, so I crawled on top of my mother and rewarded her with a kiss.

After a long, lovely while we allowed our mouths to part, exchanging whispered good-nights before settling down to a deep, dreamless slumber.

Continue on to Part Three

Fireflies, Part One

  • Posted on May 23, 2015 at 11:20 am

By JetBoy

I sipped at my iced tea, watching my mother as she stood at the kitchen counter, deftly chopping vegetables. God, it felt good to be home. I’d just finished a brutal year of college, and looked forward to a relaxing summer with Mom.

You might have heard of my mother, actually, except that I can’t tell you her name. She’s a fairly successful author of historical novels. She ditched my loser of a dad when I was ten, and has been content to live on her own ever since, raising me along the way. She’s still beautiful, and could easily have found another husband, but chose not to. I thought she simply wasn’t interested in finding a new love — but as you will soon see, there were a few things I didn’t know about my mother.

Anyhow, I’d just finished my tea and put the glass in the sink when she said, “Would you get my glasses, honey? They’re on top of the short bookshelf in the study.”

I walked along the wide hallway over the deep pile carpet that we’d had since before I was born, absently looking for shapes and faces in the curlicues that adorned the wallpaper — something I’d enjoyed doing as a little girl. It always made me feel at home.

Mom’s study was also the house’s library, a room crammed to the ceiling with books filled with wondrous things. I’d read many of them growing up, and those thousands of pages I’d thumbed through had left me with a real thirst for the written word. I was very much my mother’s daughter in that respect.

Picking up her glasses, I wandered happily through the room, breathing deeply of that scent I loved so well — of paper, bound up in volumes of many hues and shades. Each one waited patiently, eager to be picked from its shelf and browsed; pages turned, ideas absorbed.

I seated myself behind Mom’s desk, allowing myself a leisurely carousel spin in her chair. As my last turn came to a slow stop, I spied a thin manuscript lying upside down on the desk with a bookmark I’d given my mother on my last visit — a laminated strip of Belgian postage stamps — inserted about halfway into it. Curious, I turned it over.

The title showing through the clear plastic cover startled me – My Daughter, My Lover, my mother’s name typed neatly underneath. I stared at the words, puzzled.

I began to flip though the pages, reading occasional passages, my eyes widening as I took in the story. My God, Mom had written a story about incest – lesbian incest, no less!

My body began to throb as I found myself quickly engrossed in this tale of a mother who takes her own daughter to bed and makes passionate love to her. My arousal only grew stronger as I pored through the part where the daughter returns the favor, licking her way down her mother’s body and eating her wet pussy.

Since the beginning of my freshman year of college I’d experienced lesbian sex many times and loved it, so to discover that Mom was writing stories like this was equally as exciting as it was shocking. And I could have been mistaken, I suppose, but… the character of the daughter seemed a lot like me.

I quickly turned back to the story’s beginning, skimming through the first few pages until I found a description of the girl. My heart thumped so loudly that it echoed in my ears as I took in my mother’s words.

Finally, I closed the thin binder and leaned back in the chair, staring at the story’s title. Could it be…? I wondered, head reeling in a mixture of excitement, confusion and fear. Does Mom want to make love to me?

“Marcie?” My mother’s voice called from the kitchen. I quickly dropped the manuscript onto the desk as if it were on fire, and hurried toward the hallway — remembering at the last second that I’d forgotten Mom’s glasses, dashing back to snatch them up before racing from the room.

“Here.” I handed the glasses to her, trying not to betray the storm of emotions that raged through me right then. “I’m going to sit on the back porch for a bit… looks like there’s a nice breeze.” I placed a gentle kiss on my mother’s cheek before leaving the room.

I stared out into the June evening, hands resting on the oaken rail that enclosed the porch. The soft glimmering of fireflies could now be seen, and the buzzing of crickets filled the air as I stood there quietly, scuffing the floor with the toe of my sandal. All my thoughts were of that strange manuscript, done up on my mother’s manual typewriter and annotated here and there in red ink, her scrawly handwriting as familiar to me as my own.

Julie, the young woman in the story, was my age, with short coppery hair like mine, a college student who was visiting home. Too close for coincidence. The longer I thought about it, the more convinced I was that the character had to be a barely disguised version of me. The page Mom had bookmarked was especially exciting — that first scene of intimacy between mother and daughter.

“Glorious weather,” she said softly, suddenly standing next to me.

“Mmmm, yes… it is,” I replied inanely, my mind filled with images of sapphic love, brought to life by my mother’s words.

Mom gave me a sweet smile that had my knees trembling. I could see the shape of her body through the summery dress she wore. She still looked luscious at thirty-eight, I had to admit. It occurred to me then there were no lines visible through her clothes — was she naked underneath?

The thought made me quiver inside… and it was at that very moment that I knew I wanted her. My own mother.

“Beautiful,” she smiled, gazing at me; then gesturing toward the garden, still visible in the fading light. “The flowers.”

I knew what she really meant — and it wasn’t the flowers. God, she was flirting with me!

I leaned forward slightly, my upper arms squeezing my chest, leaving the cleavage more pronounced. “Am I one of your flowers, Mom?”

Her eyes dipped for a moment to take in my partially revealed breasts. “You are, angel… a lovely flower, ready to be plucked by an adoring hand.” She blew me a small kiss and returned indoors, giving me one last sidelong glance before vanishing.

I stared after her, my mind already wandering into some very forbidden places. “Damn,” I whispered.

I was tempted to slip a hand into my panties and touch myself — right there, right then. I struggled. I resisted. Finally, I went back inside, looking for her. She was in the kitchen.

“Need any help?” I asked, then leaned against the back of a chair by the kitchen table. I watched Mom’s bare legs extending from beneath her skirt, a flowery number that ended a few inches above the knees. My eyes roamed upwards, taking in her shapely hips. I realized for the first time that the women I most desired as lovers had bodies very much like that of my mother, full and curvy. How could I not have seen that before? I wondered.

I imagined the soft, warm delights hidden under Mom’s skirt, and knew that I craved them. Desperately.

“Honey?”

I glanced up, startled from my reverie. “Y-yes?” I asked.

“I said yes, I would like some help, thanks very much. You can set the table.”

“Ah. Okay.” I shook my head, in a futile attempt to clear it.

I pulled the silverware drawer open. She was standing nearby, close enough to touch. Instead, I inhaled deeply, registering the scent she wore. She glanced at me. “Mmm, you smell so nice,” I cooed. “I’d even go so far as to say… intoxicating.”

She looked at me again and smiled. “That’s very sweet.” Her eyes held mine for a moment longer, then she turned back to the sink.

I picked out knives and forks. “Spoons?” She nodded and I took out two, closed the drawer and leaned in to gently kiss her neck, every atom of me alive with excitement.

“I was just thinking about how good it is to have you home,” she said softly.

She turned and faced me, a hand resting casually on her hip. Her eyes were inviting, her lipsticked mouth even more so. I’d stood in the same place thousands of times growing up, and never had I felt the way I did right then. Mom’s fresh breath caressed my cheek. Her lips were inches from mine and ripe for tasting. I closed the distance and let mine brush hers, taking her in my arms. Jesus, she felt good.

“I’ve been thinking the same thing, Mom. It’s always nice to be home with you, but this time there’s something extra special.” I knew what it was, too, but I wasn’t telling. I felt warmed from her, tingling from head to toe with desire. I kissed her again, this time letting it linger.

“That was nice,” she cooed as I gently broke away. “You’re a very good kisser, honey.” She reached out to touch my cheek. “Your lips are so warm… and sensual. But then, I think that women’s mouths are far sexier than men’s could ever be.”

I was surprised at my mother’s candor, even as and a rush of naked lust flowed though me. She’d given me an opening big enough to drive a truck through, and there was no way I’d pass it up.

I took a deep breath, released it. Steady, girl. ”Mom… have you ever made love to a woman?”

She nodded slightly. “Yes… yes, I have,” she murmured, then gazed thoughtfully at me. “What about you, honey? Have you ever…?”

I reached for her hand. “Yes. Many times.”

She smiled. “What was your first time like?”

“It was wonderful. I was a little drunk, but that wasn’t why it happened.” I stopped and watched her eyes brighten slightly. “Anyhow, I loved the experience. Her kisses were different, better, and the way she went down on me was… well, you know, right?”

She slowly nodded. “I do.”

“Tell me about when you first did it,” I purred.

She ran her fingers through her dark auburn hair. “There was an older student in my Advanced Writing class named Sophie. She stopped by my office one day after my last class and handed me a binder. ‘My stories,’ she said. I promised to read them. Then she said, ‘Don’t show these to anyone else… I wrote them for you.’ She walked away without saying anything else. So I read one. It was about a girl in love with an older woman.” She shook her head. “Strange. I’d never given that kind of thing much thought, really, but as the story progressed, I found myself so — soincredibly turned on. I… I fingered myself right there at my desk, until I came. I’d never done anything like that before.”

“What about the other stories?”

“I hurried home and read them all… every one had a lesbian theme.” She shook her head, an awed light in her eyes. “I couldn’t stop touching myself while I was reading. It shocked me. I’d never known that I… could be that way.” She laughed, blushing slightly. “I lost track of how many times I came that night — five, maybe more. It was so satisfying that I began to wonder if I should, well, try it for myself.”

“Being with a woman?” I asked. Mom shyly nodded.

Watching my mother reveal this new side of her sexuality excited me as much as the story she was telling. My legs parted slightly, my skirt riding up far enough to reveal bare thighs.

Mom moved closer, casually placing a warm hand on my hip. It felt wonderful.

“So what happened next? With your student?” I reminded her, eager to hear the rest of the story.

“A few days later, Sophie returned to my office. ‘Did you like the stories?’ she asked. I told her that I did, very much… and she closed the door behind her.” She paused. “I was afraid, but curious to know more. Sophie sat on the corner of my desk with her skirt hiked far too high. She wore nothing underneath… things were exposed. ‘You’re a beautiful woman,’ she said to me, ‘and I want to go to bed with you.’”

“God!” I exclaimed. “That’s — that’s like something out of a porno flick!”

“I’ll take your word for that,” she replied dryly, then resumed. “I knew I could lose my job, but I couldn’t resist… I had to give her what she wanted. We went to Sophie’s place and made love — for hours, actually.” She sighed happily, lost for a moment in the memory, then blushed. “I… I’ve only been with women since then. I suppose that, well, I’m a lesbian now.”

I gazed deep into her eyes. “Those stories of hers. All women with other women, you said. Were any of them about… incest?”

Mom was quiet for a moment, her fingers brushing my side. “Yes,” she hesitantly said, “one of them was.” She was trembling, ever so slightly.

“Did that story turn you on, too?”

Her eyes were dark pools as she stared at me, finally nodding almost imperceptibly. “Yes, it did… very much,” she whispered. “Why d-do you ask?”

I said nothing in reply, only leaned in to kiss her again. Her lips were soft and sweet… and I teased them with the tip of my tongue. She jerked back, gaping at me. “Oh, God.” Her voice quivered with uncertainty, but she was excited, I knew that much. I closed the distance she’d created and kissed her again, this time with more passion. Her hand curled around my neck as if to hold us together. Her mouth accepted my tongue. I kissed my mother like a lover, feeling more alive than I could ever remember.

She again withdrew, staring at me. “H-honey,” she breathed.

“I want to tell you something now,” I murmured, stroking her face. “Linda, this one girlfriend of mine… she told me about the times she shared with her mother — intimate times. They’ve been lovers for years.”

Mom’s eyes burned with immediate curiosity. “Tell me about them,” she pleaded.

I allowed my hand to drift slowly down my mother’s back, finally resting on her ass. She said nothing, but a tiny smile told me that she enjoyed my touch. “Linda told me that she was only fourteen when she and her mom first made love.” I began to gently fondle her bottom, pausing to squeeze a firm cheek.

She gasped in response, as much to the lewd story I was telling as my roaming hand. “Only f-fourteen… oh, my.”

I continued. “They were cuddled up on the sofa one night, watching a movie. They started sort of play kissing… you know, teasing each other. Linda said that it was totally innocent, mother and daughter getting giggly and having a good time together.” My fingers pressed into the cleft between Mom’s buttocks, and a tiny whimper escaped her throat. “Only suddenly, and Linda says shestill doesn’t know how it happened… she and her mother were kissing for real. Tongues and everything.” I leaned in to lick a path up the soft pillar of her neck.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh, baby…”

“She said that they kissed for a long time… half an hour, maybe more. Then I guess her mom worked up the nerve to touch her — and it excited Linda so much that she started touching her mother back.” I reached for Mom’s hand, placing it upon my breast. Her eyes widened with wonder as she began to explore its heft, its softness. “Then Linda’s mother asked her if she wanted to know about how two women can love one another… and Linda said yes.” Mom teased my nipple with a fingertip, and I moaned as it stiffened to her touch. “Then they got up from the sofa and climbed the stairs, hand in hand.”

Mom dipped her head to nuzzle my throat, whispering, “Go on… tell me the rest.”

My head spun. “Well… there’s not much more to tell. They went into the bedroom, I can’t remember whose… they undressed each other, then slipped into bed naked — and then they made love.”

“Did they do — everything?” gasped Mom as I slipped a hand between our bodies, cupping her vulva through that thin skirt.

“Everything,” I breathed, my finger trailing up and down the crease of Mom’s cunt. “Her mother knew all about lesbian sex, and she taught Linda very well.” I smiled. “I can vouch for that… she’s a real tigress in bed.” My mother was fondling both my breasts now, and my cunt was so wet I could feel it drip. “They went down on each other — her mom showed her what to do — and then she got Linda up on all fours and licked her asshole.”

“Oh,” Mom moaned. “Oh, yes.”

“After that night,” I continued, “they were regular lovers. Linda practically moved into her mother’s bedroom, and they fucked almost every night.” I paused to kiss Mom’s mouth, and her tongue darted between my lips for a lovely instant. “In fact,” I purred, “Linda’s mom took her virginity not long after that, with a strap-on cock. Her seventeenth birthday present.”

“Oh, Marcie… how did that story make you feel, when Linda told it? Did it — did it make you hot?”

I wrapped my arms around my mother, crushing our bodies together. “It did, Mom. I couldn’t get Linda naked fast enough.” My pelvis pressed into hers, grinding our mounds together. “Later, she showed me stories she’d collected from the internet… all about mothers and daughters being sexual together. It turned me on, Mom. All of it.”

“It… it turns me on, too.”

I ceased the motion of my hips, gazing deep into my mother’s eyes. “Mom…” I whispered, “I love you.”

“Oh, my sweet angel…”

I cut her off by placing a finger over her lips. “I saw the story on your desk… and I read it. Enough of it, anyhow.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my God… I can’t believe I left that out.” It was so sweet — she was actually blushing.

“I’m glad you did, Mom,” was my reply.

Biting her lower lip, she gave me a shy glance. “So… what did you think?”

I allowed my fingers to caress her face, and she turned her head to kiss them. “I won’t tell you how excited it made me… but I’ll bet you can guess.” I trailed my hand down my mother’s body until it covered her breast. Her heart was racing like sixty, and I could feel a nipple stiffening beneath my palm.

I nuzzled Mom’s ear, then trailed my tongue around its edge. “I want to ask you something, Mom… am I in your story?” I bit lightly at her earlobe. “Hmmmm? Is Julie meant to be me?”

“Oh, oh-h… oh b-baby, yes,” she stammered. “You inspired me… I — I’ve wanted you…”

“Mom… would you come to bed with me?” I fondled her breasts, scissoring the erect nipples.

Suddenly my mother turned to me and pressed her mouth to mine, kissing me hungrily. I moaned into the kiss, my tongue engaging hers. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over… and Mom was staring at me with beseeching eyes.

“Yes, honey,” she gasped. “Yes, my precious daughter… make love to me, please. Take me, have me — make me yours.”

Closing my eyes, I moved in to claim Mom’s mouth, Frenching her as ardently as I’ve ever kissed a woman. She instantly matched my ardor, her lips sliding moistly against mine. I felt her hand move beneath my skirt, finding the front of my panties before slipping inside them. I tore my mouth from Mom’s, crying out as her fingers found my wetness.

“Mmmm… you’re dripping, little lady,” she cooed. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

My own hand darted beneath Mom’s skirt, covering her panty-clad cunt. I could feel her own wet heat through the filmy material. Clearly, she was ready for more.

“Come on, honey,” she murmured, placing a hand atop mine. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Hand in hand, we climbed the stairs, grinning like giddy children.

Continue on to Part Two