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The Lost Girl Game, Chapter 9

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 3:30 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I was about to continue when something caught my eye and made me stop and stare. Angela was crouched between Bambi’s legs, holding the child’s hairless pussy lips apart with the fingers of one hand. In her other hand she held a large firm peach slice, which she was slowly inserting into the little girl’s vagina.

Bambi was propped on her elbows, watching what her mother was doing. Her face was flushed, and she trembled and moaned as Angela pushed the peach slice in as far as it would go, which was only about halfway. The woman licked her lips, then lowered her mouth to her daughter’s sex and began hungrily devouring the fruit.

I looked at my own luscious daughter. She was on her back, waiting for me, her legs open, one hand gently caressing her clit, the other toying with her nipples.

Reaching over to the cart, I refilled my dish. Then I scooped up about half of the strawberries in my hands and held them over Kelly’s crotch. Squashing the fruit between my fingers, I spread it onto my daughter’s labia and down into her slit. I heard her gasp as my fingers penetrated her. I rubbed the rest of the sticky, sweet-smelling juices onto my own pussy.

I gathered up the rest of the strawberries and cream mixture from the dish, mashed my hands together and then lifted them to my face, rubbing the stuff all over my lips and cheeks and even into my hair.

I bent over and put my fingers in Kelly’s mouth, then I kissed her. I smeared my lips around on hers. I rubbed my wet, sticky hands on her face and into her hair too. We kissed and licked each other, both becoming increasingly aroused.

After a few minutes of kissing that way, I shifted my body until I was directly on top of my daughter. I lowered my pussy onto hers, feeling the strawberries mash between us as our vulvas came together.

I lifted my lips from Kelly’s and looked into her eyes. Smiling, I said, “My little strawberries-and-cream girl. My sexy sexy daughter.”

She smiled back at me, and just then we heard Bambi starting to come. We both looked over at them.

Angela was kneeling on the bed, her hands under Bambi’s bottom, lifting her child’s sex to her face. The woman moved her mouth greedily all around between her daughter’s legs, licking and sucking and kissing and tasting as the little girl climaxed.

“They are so hot,” Kelly whispered.

“Yes, they are,” I agreed. “But you are very hot too. My hot sexy little 12-year-old daughter. And now I’m going to fuck you with my cunt.”

Kelly smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Okay!”

I kissed her once, and then began moving on her, slowly at first, then faster. The friction between our bodies made the juices quickly warm up and the heady fragrance of strawberries enveloped us.

My little girl wrapped her legs around mine. She arched her pelvis and matched the rhythm of my thrusts. Looking into my eyes, she cried, “Mommy, fuck me!”

Soon we were climaxing together. Kelly started coming first, and that made me come. She locked her legs around me, squeezing me tightly, pulling my cunt into hers.

I buried my face in her neck, tasting strawberries and cream and sweat. I groaned and hugged her, feeling the hot pulsing in my pussy as I climaxed on top of my child.

When our mutual orgasms began to subside and our bodies were able to relax, Kelly released the hold of her legs on my bottom and they fell to the bed. She was still breathing very heavily. I lifted my face and gently kissed cheek.

“God, Mommy, you made me come so hard!”

I kissed and licked her neck. “That’s because I love you, baby girl.”

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Whew, I’m so hot and sweaty.” I slid off my daughter and laid beside her.

“You two are so beautiful together,” said Angela. “The perfect mother-daughter pair.”

I raised my head to look at her. She was leaning against the headboard, her legs spread wide apart. Bambi was laying next to her, her little head resting on Angela’s thigh. She was gently fondling her mother’s pussy lips.

“Thank you,” I smiled, “but I think you two make an equally perfect pair.”

Angela lifted her daughter to a sitting position and kissed her mouth. “I think you’re right,” she said as she nuzzled the girl’s nose.

After kissing Bambi one more time, Angela got down from the bed. The tall blonde stretched languidly — I marveled again at her superbly proportioned form — and then pushed the serving cart back over against the wall.

“Well, I must say, this fruit and cream idea was a great success,” she said as she turned to us, beaming with pride at how well her erotic designs had turned out.

“It was the best dessert I’ve ever had,” declared Kelly, and we laughed.

Looking at the clock by the bed, Angela sighed, “I wish it wasn’t so, but Bambi and I have to be ready to leave in a little more than an hour. That gives us about enough time to take showers, wash and dry our hair, and get dressed, wouldn’t you say?”

“I know I really need to wash my hair,” I grinned.

“Me too,” agreed Kelly.

“You can take a shower with me,” Bambi told her, “in my room.”

“Sure, why not?” said Angela. “The girls can clean up together, and Sharon, would you like to shower with me? I’d enjoy that. We can wash each other’s backs.”

“Okay.”

The two little girls scampered off together toward Bambi’s room, dripping fruit and juice on the plush carpeting.

Angela shook her head and smiled. “What darlings they are.” Then she took my arm and we went into her bathroom suite.

In the shower, we washed each other’s hair, then I washed her back, and she washed mine. But it wasn’t only my back she washed. Standing behind me, she slid her soapy hands down between my legs, reaching her long fingers in to caress and wash and excite my pussy.

Even after all the orgasms I’d had during the past 24 hours, I was easily ready for one more. I turned toward Angela, took her face in my hands and kissed her. Then I lowered my mouth to her breast and sucked her hard nipple. Meanwhile she still had a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit with her fingers.

I took my mouth from her breast and kissed her again as I pressed my body to hers. She was leaning against the tiled wall. I put my hand down to her pussy and slid my fingers between her labia. She was hot and wet inside. I began fucking her with my finger, then with two fingers.

She was fucking me, too. We fucked each other’s pussies and kissed and made each other come in the shower.

After our mutual climaxes, we smiled, kissed a little more, and sucked our fingers. Then we finished washing and got out of the shower, toweling each other off.

While Angela began blow-drying her hair, I went to get my clothes, and I also brought the cosmetic case from our bathroom back with me.

Angela’s hair was dry when I returned, so I borrowed her blow-dryer while she started putting on her makeup. When my hair was dry, I put on my eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, and a little blush, and I tried one of the new lip tints — there were a dozen different colors in the case to choose from — I picked ‘Passionfruit’.

Looking at myself in the mirror, pleased at how attractive the expensive makeup made me look, I said to Angela with a wink, “I gather this is not the first time you and Bambi have picked out a mother and daughter to seduce.”

“No, you and Kelly may be the best,” she patted my arm, “but you’re not the first.”

After touching up her own lipstick, she got up from the vanity and began getting dressed. She put on a bra first. It was black and lacy and pushed her breasts into a tantalizing display of cleavage.

She sat down again and drew sheer black thigh-high stockings up over her shapely legs. Slipping into a pair of black pumps with four-inch heels, she stood to admire herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

“Not bad for an old lady of 38, huh?”

“I’ll say.” I looked at her long, beautiful legs, made to seem even longer and sleeker by the high heels, at her smooth shaved pussy, her flat stomach, her tempting breasts, and her perfectly made-up face. “Stunning is the word that comes to mind.”

She put a hand on my cheek and smiled. “You’re sweet.”

She went into the dressing room for a moment and came back wearing a red silk blouse, which she buttoned only high enough to barely hide her bra.

“So, how many times have you done it?”

“Quite a few times now. Or at least we have tried quite a few times.” Angela stepped into a black wrap-around skirt that buttoned at the side. The skirt came to just above her knees, but she left most of the buttons undone, putting plenty of thigh on display.

“Um, no panties?” I asked with a grin. “Do you ever wear them?”

“Not very often. Sometimes I will if I’m wearing slacks or jeans, but when I’m in a skirt or a dress, I almost never do. I like how it makes me feel, and besides, when we’re traveling as we are today, Bambi likes to be able to reach in and touch me whenever she can get away with it.”

I shook my head, amazed and impressed by the brazen sexuality of this woman and her daughter.

Angela checked her makeup one more time in the mirror, then turned to me and said, “Are you ready? Shall we go check on the girls?”

I was dressed and ready to go, so we got up and left the bathroom arm in arm.

“We began playing our game about a year and a half ago,” she told me. “We’re very careful, mind you, never to attempt it anywhere close to where we live, where someone might recognize us. We always go to far-off cities, at least a couple of states away, and stay in a nice hotel, or sometimes in a resort.”

“That sounds…” I started to say ‘expensive’ but then I thought that would make me sound provincial, so I said, “I mean, that sounds complicated.”

“It does take some effort to set everything up, but we think it’s worth it.”

We found our daughters in the living room, cleaned up and dressed, sitting on the floor playing with dolls again.

Kelly was in the dark blue crop top and tight jeans she’d been wearing when we first met Bambi and Angela. I assumed she also had on one of the panty and bra sets I’d bought for her at Victoria’s Secret, but when my daughter stood up to admire Angela’s outfit, I saw her little breasts bobbing unhindered under her shirt. So she was bra-less and maybe panty-less too. That made me smile.

“Wow, you look great, Angela,” said Kelly, as her gaze ran from the blonde’s cleavage down to her legs.

“Thank you, darling. You look very lovely yourself.”

Angela took a seat on the sofa near where her daughter was playing on the floor, and crossed her long legs. I sat on the sofa beside Angela, and Kelly sat down on the floor next to me.

Bambi had changed into a yellow tank top and a short white skirt patterned with cartoon flowers. She was wearing lacy white socks with white sneakers, and I could see quite clearly, from the way she was sitting, that her little panties were white too.

Angela went on. “Bambi and I generally travel somewhere once or twice a month to play ‘The Lost Girl Game’, as we call it. Of course, it’s not always successful. I’d say at least half the time we either can’t find anyone we think is suitable, or if we do, they’re just not interested in what we want, and won’t be persuaded. On those occasions, my little cutie and I will just spend our time pleasing each other, something we’re pretty good at, of course—”

“I’ve noticed,” I interjected.

Angela winked at me and continued, “But when we do find a mother and daughter who want to play along with us — and a few times it’s been a mother with more than one daughter — then it’s wonderful. Again, though, it’s not often that the moms will do as much with their girls as you and Kelly have done.”

She looked down at her daughter. “It’s been, let’s see, Bambi, is this the fifth time we’ve found a mother and daughter who were willing to go all the way with each other?”

Bambi looked up. “Um, there was Heather and her mom, and then Miss Terri and Connie and um, Allie and Lisa… and then Cindy and her mom, and then… are you counting the twins?”

“Twins?” I asked.

Angela chuckled. “No, I’m not counting them. They were great fun, though, a pair of 16-year-old blondes who were willing to do anything and everything with Bambi and me, and with each other too. But their mother would only watch us and masturbate. She wouldn’t really join in.”

“But she let you lick her,” said Bambi.

“Yes, I made her come in my mouth, which was nice, but unfortunately she wouldn’t touch you or her own daughters, no matter how much I tried to convince her that she should.”

“Wow, twins…” I mused.

“The other pair I’m thinking of is Joanne and her daughter. What was her name?”

“Um, it was Maggie,” said Bambi. “But I didn’t like her very much.”

“I know,” Angela sighed. “It was strange that time. Usually we find it’s the moms who need the most convincing, but this time Joanne would have gone along, no problem, but it was her daughter who resisted. In the end, though, we were at least able to get them to finger-fuck each other, and they both had orgasms that way, even though that was the only thing Maggie would agree to do. She wouldn’t even kiss her mother while they were having sex.”

“How old was Maggie?” I asked.

“She was 14,” answered Angela.

Kelly asked, “How about, um, Heather, and what was the other girl’s name, Sandy?”

“You mean Cindy?” suggested Bambi.

“Yeah, Cindy. How old were those two?”

Angela said, “Let’s see, Heather was 11 then, and Cindy was 12, just like you, Kelly.”

“I liked her,” said Bambi.

“I did too,” Angela agreed. “Cindy was really something. Right away she was willing to take off all her clothes and let me and Bambi play with her body, and she loved touching us too.”

“Especially me.”

“That’s right, Bambi, especially you. Cindy couldn’t seem to get enough of touching you all over. It took us a little while to get her mother, um, Maureen, it was, to join in. But once she did, the four of us had a very good time together.”

“Did you ever find a mom with, like, three daughters you could try it with?” asked Kelly.

“Yes, we have, twice,” answered Angela. “The first time was just about a year ago, Terri and her three girls, two teenagers and one who was 11 then, she’s 12 now. They were wonderful.”

“Wow…” I sighed, trying to imagine it.

“And then again, around six months ago, we had another opportunity. That didn’t go quite as well, however. The woman’s name was Linda, and she had three pretty daughters. I can’t remember their names, but I remember their ages. They were 14, 11, and 9 years old. All three were slender, dark-haired little beauties.”

“That’s awesome,” said Kelly.

“They were lovely girls, and they let us take off their clothes and look at them naked, and we could do certain things like give them gentle massages, but Linda refused to go any further than that.”

“Except she was masturbating practically the whole time,” said Bambi. “I saw her.”

“She was,” laughed Angela, “even though she tried to pretend she wasn’t. We got her daughters naked, and we got Linda to take off her top and her bra, but that was all. She wouldn’t take off her pants. But just like Bambi says, she always had a hand between her legs, pressing on her pussy, especially when we were touching her girls. She really liked it, I think, it seemed to get her excited, but she wasn’t willing to admit that, maybe not even to herself.”

Bambi said, “I just remembered their names: Rebecca, Mandy, and Kate.”

“That’s right,” nodded Angela. “Good memory, little girl.”

“Tell me more about the twins,” I said, as I shifted closer to Angela on the sofa. “Were they pretty?”

“Yes, they were, or cute anyway. They both had braces, and lots of freckles. And gorgeous blue eyes.”

“And they both had shaved pussies,” added Bambi.

“They sure did,” said Angela. “Their bodies were kind of softly rounded, though, not fat at all, but not as thin as I prefer. I like them very slender, like you, Kelly.”

She winked at my daughter.

“You want them all to be little girls, like me,” Bambi said, “with no titties or pussy hair yet.”

“Well, that is what I like best,” smiled Angela.

“But the twins,” I persisted. “You said they would go along and do anything you wanted? Including with each other?”

“Especially with each other,” Angela answered. “I’m quite certain that our afternoon and evening with them was not the first time they’d been sexual together. I never got a straight answer from them about it, but I’m sure they’d been fooling around with each other for some time.”

“And what did they do together?” I asked.

“Everything. They kissed, they touched and licked each other’s breasts and pussies, they finger-fucked, they did a 69 when I asked them to…”

“They liked licking you too,” said Bambi.

“Yes. Both at the same time. That was quite a treat,” Angela recalled, “looking down and seeing two identical blondes busily eating my pussy.”

“Wow,” I said.

“What was it like with Heather?” asked Kelly.

“She was the first,” Bambi said.

“That’s right, it was Heather and her mother, Sarah, who were our first,” agreed Angela. “Not the first ones we tried to do it with, but the first mother and daughter who would go all the way with us and, more importantly, with each other.”

“What did Heather look like?” Kelly asked.

“She was very thin, just 11 years old. She had red hair, like you do, honey, only hers was a little darker, and it was straighter, not as curly as yours. Her legs were long and slender and she had almost no breasts yet, just little bumps.” Angela smiled. “It took us a couple of hours, maybe three or four, until we finally got Sarah to make love with her daughter, but once she did, they were so beautiful together, weren’t they, Bambi?”

“Yeah.”

“I remember how hard we had to work at seducing them. We kept going back and forth, first you with the mom and me with the little girl, and then we would switch. And after we got their clothes off, and after they let us touch them and lick them and we made them both come, then we still had to demonstrate for them a couple of times, you and me, to make them see how perfect it can be when a mom and a daughter have sex with each other.”

“That is so cool,” said Kelly. “You guys are incredible.”

The phone on the table next to the sofa rang. Angela picked it up. She listened for a moment, then said, “Very well, thank you. Give us a minute, then send them up.”

Hanging up the phone, she said to her daughter, “That was the hotel front desk, baby. The limo is here. Do you have all your things packed? Are you all set to go?”

Bambi nodded. “Yeah. I’m all done.”

“Good girl.”

I stood up from the sofa and reached down to take Kelly’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “Well, we’d better get going then.”

Bambi jumped up and flung her arms around my waist. “Oh no! I’m going to miss you!”

I patted the little girl on the back and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “I’ll miss you too, precious, very much.”

Then I looked at her mother. “Could we, perhaps, come and visit you some time? At least stay in touch?”

Angela came to me and kissed my cheek, then kissed my lips. She looked into my eyes and said softly, “No, I’m afraid that’s not how we do it.”

She gazed at me for a moment, then at Kelly, and then down at her daughter.

Gently stroking Bambi’s hair, she said, “The staff is coming to get all our things, dear. Are you sure you have everything packed?”

“She does,” volunteered Kelly. “I helped her.”

“What a darling, thoughtful child you are.” The woman beamed at her and Kelly blushed.

Then Angela turned back to me. “You see, I believe it’s best if we just let each of our adventures stand alone, with no permanent attachments. The next time, a few weeks from now, we’ll be somewhere else, somewhere far away, and we’ll be looking around for another attractive young mother with a lovely daughter that we can try to seduce, won’t we darling?”

“Yes, Mommy,” answered Bambi.

The little girl still had an arm around my waist, but I saw her put her other hand beneath her mother’s skirt and slid it up the inside of her thigh. Angela just smiled at her.

There was a knock at the door.

“That’s the hotel staff. Run now,” the woman urged her daughter, “get your jacket on and don’t forget your dolls.”

“Okay.” Bambi started to go, but then said, “Wait, I have to kiss them goodbye first.”

“All right,” Angela chuckled. “You say goodbye while I open the door.”

So, Kelly and I each got multiple big hugs and kisses from darling little Bambi as Angela let the staff in to start collecting their trunks and suitcases.

Angela went with Kelly and me to our bedroom where we gathered up the shopping bags containing all the wonderful gifts we’d received from her. Closing the door briefly behind us, she gave each of us a long wet kiss.

“I hope you two can stay very close for a very long time,” she whispered to us. I think she may have had tears in her eyes.

We came out of the bedroom and Bambi followed us to the front door of the suite, where we got even more hugs and kisses from her. Angela kissed us each once more on the cheek, and then Kelly and I started toward the elevator.

“Bye!” Bambi called out as we walked down the hall.

We turned and waved at her. “Bye, darling!”

In the elevator, I got a tissue from my purse and dabbed at the tears beneath my eyes.

“Do I have lipstick on my cheek?” I asked Kelly.

“Yeah, and your mascara’s running too.”

We laughed a little about that and shared a hug.

I blew my nose on the tissue, and when the door of the elevator opened into the palatial hotel lobby, I strutted proudly out with my head held high, my shoulders back, braless breasts swaying openly under my thin silk top, my erect nipples plainly showing. Kelly and I marched arm in arm back through the mall to the parking garage where we’d left our car the day before.

On the way home, my daughter was quiet for a long time.

Then suddenly she said, “Hey, Mom, couldn’t we do that too? I mean, I know we can’t afford a fancy hotel room and everything, but what if we just went somewhere, and I pretended to be lost, or like I needed help, and I tried to pick out a nice-looking woman with a cute little girl — do you think we could do it? Shouldn’t we try?”

THE END


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The Lost Girl Game, Chapter 8

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 3:27 pm

By Naughty Mommy

In the morning, Angela had yet another set of surprises for us.

Kelly and I awoke just before 8:30, according to the crystal clock beside the bed. We kissed, then decided to take a shower together, soaping up each other’s bodies and playfully touching our private parts, although we didn’t have sex.

We each tried some of the new cosmetics, then put on our robes and went out to see if the others were up yet.

They were. We found them in the living room, and they were fully dressed.

Bambi was on the floor playing with some dolls, and her mother was sitting in an armchair, writing in a notebook. The woman’s long legs were crossed, showing plenty of thigh.

Angela wore a very short pleated red and white miniskirt that made her look like a cheerleader, along with a tight white V-neck sweater with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows. I noticed that today she did have a bra on. She was wearing a pair of white strapless sandals with three-inch heels. Her lovely legs were bare.

Her 9-year-old daughter was in a baby-blue crop top that barely covered her chest and bright green spandex short-shorts that clung to her little body, clearing revealing her puffy labia. She had green and white sneakers on her feet.

“Good morning, loves,” Angela greeted us. “You both slept well, I trust?”

“Yes, very well,” I told her. “But now I feel like a slouch. We’re not even dressed yet, and look at you, you both look fabulous.”

Angela laughed. “I just had some things to arrange this morning, so Bambi and I got up and out of bed a little earlier, didn’t we, baby?”

“Yeah, but not until after I licked you.”

“That’s right, you did, you sweet girl,” her mother smiled.

The doorbell rang.

“Ah, there’s our breakfast,” said the tall blonde. “I hope everyone’s hungry.”

I realized that I was indeed quite hungry, even though we’d enjoyed such a big dinner the night before. All that sex must have burned a lot of calories! “I sure am,” I said, and I turned to Kelly. “How about you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Me too!” added Bambi.

Angela opened the door and three very pretty young women came into the suite, each pushing a large cart packed with covered dishes. Instantly the room became filled with mouth-watering smells.

The women set up a huge gourmet buffet for us, with southwest-style scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, bacon, two kinds of sausages, waffles we could make ourselves, hot and cold cereals, an assortment of pastries and muffins, four different juices to choose from, and a big pot of hot coffee. In addition, there were two covered plates that contained freshly made eggs benedict.

“I thought you might like to try this, Sharon,” Angela said as she uncovered one of the dishes. “The restaurant chef told me he has a special recipe for the hollandaise sauce, which he could never reveal but was certain we would enjoy.”

“It looks just wonderful,” I said, taking a sniff, “and it smells even better!”

The large living room had a table set to one side with four padded chairs around it. After arranging the buffet, two of the young women prepared the table for us, putting on a white linen tablecloth, silver place settings, and a beautiful centerpiece of fresh flowers.

While they were doing that, Angela said to the third woman, apparently the lead server, “And then the other part, if you will, in about an hour,” as she casually slipped something into the woman’s hand, which I believe was a $20 bill.

We began dishing up our plates and sat down to enjoy breakfast. I did try the eggs benedict, which was truly remarkable, along with juice and coffee. Kelly decided to make herself a waffle, and Bambi had cold cereal — Frosted Flakes — and a cherry-filled pastry. Angela sat next to me, with the other plate of eggs benedict.

“Where do you and Bambi live?” I asked her. It seemed strange that I had not asked such a simple and obvious question before then, but we’d had, of course, plenty of other things commanding our attention.

“On the east coast,” she said, “in a, well, on a large estate. Most people would probably call it a mansion. It’s been in my mother’s family for generations. I inherited it when she passed away three years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your loss. Is your father still alive?”

“I’m not sure. He and my mother divorced when I was a child, and I haven’t seen him since.”

“Like my dad,” said Bambi.

“Yes, just like your father. I guess it runs in the family.”

Kelly had finished preparing her waffle and sat down on the other side of me. “That’s like my dad too,” she said, “only then he died.”

“Yes,” I explained. “My husband and I split up when Kelly was still a baby. We didn’t see much of him after that, just short visits once or twice a year, and then about six years ago he was killed in an accident on the job.”

“That’s just terrible,” Angela commented. “It’s so sad. What sort of business was he in?”

“It was construction. He worked with heavy machinery, big tractors and things. I guess they can be dangerous if you’re not careful.”

“How awful. Kelly, I’m sorry you had to lose your father that way,” said Angela.

“That’s okay. I still have my mom and she’s the best.”

I smiled and winked at her.

“Yes, she is,” Angela agreed. “You’re a very lucky girl.”

“Um, do you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked her. “And, you know, I just realized, I haven’t even asked if you have any other children yourself, besides Bambi.”

“No, just her,” she smiled as she ruffled her daughter’s hair. “This little one is plenty. She’s a handful, I tell you.”

Bambi giggled.

“And no siblings either. It was just me and my mother. We were close, though, like Bambi and I are. I loved her very much.”

I wondered just what she meant by ‘close’. Could that run in the family too?

Bambi was done eating and got down on the floor again to play with her dolls. Kelly finished up her waffle and ate a strip of bacon, and a minute later she was done too. She asked me if she could play with Bambi and of course I agreed.

Angela smiled lovingly at the two little girls playing on the floor with their dolls, and then got up from the table. She walked toward the large windows on the wall between two of the bedrooms. There was a glass door on the side that opened onto a small terrace. She opened the door and stepped outside. I followed her.

It was a bright sunny day, but still a bit brisk in the morning air. I pulled the robe more tightly around me. Angela wrapped an arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek.

“I’m so pleased that Bambi chose you,” she told me. “It’s been such a delight getting to know both you and Kelly.”

“It certainly has been an adventure for us,” I smiled. “A spectacular, thrilling, and very happy adventure.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that. Do you expect that now, when you go home, you’ll continue being close this way, with your daughter?”

There was that word again.

“Yes, I’m pretty sure we will. Actually, I’m very sure. We had a long talk about it last night in bed before we went to sleep. We are, well, for the time being I guess you could say that we are not just mother and daughter, but also lovers.”

She squeezed my shoulder. “That’s nice. That can be a very good thing.”

“Are you,” I began, “um, I mean, how long have you and your daughter been close that way?”

“Since she was 7. We’d always been loving and affectionate, of course, but that’s how old she was when I first brought her into my bed and taught her how to help me feel good when I would masturbate, how to kiss me and suck on my nipples, and soon after that, how to lick me and put her fingers inside me and so on.”

“How old was — oh, I’m sorry, I know these are very personal, intimate questions. You don’t mind my asking them, do you?”

“Of course not.” She kissed my cheek again, moving her arm down to hold my waist. “You can ask me anything. Anything you want.”

“Well, then, how old was Bambi when she had her first orgasm?”

“That was about a year ago, when she was still 8. She’d been helping me have orgasms for some time by then, in various ways. One of the ways was by licking my pussy, and she often liked to have me lick her too, the same way. She would sometimes get excited when I did that, but she never climaxed until, when was it, early last summer. We were in California, and I was licking her one night, and then suddenly she just came in my mouth. It was great.”

“That is great,” I told her. “You two seem very happy together.”

“We are. I’m very lucky to have a girl like Bambi.”

After a minute or so without talking, as we stood comfortably next to each other, her arm around my waist, I said, “Can I ask how old you were when you first had sex?”

“I was 10,” she answered right away. “It was with my mother.”

My eyes went wide.

“Does that surprise you?” she asked.

“No… well, yes, I guess it does, although maybe it shouldn’t. Like you said, it runs in the family, right?” I smiled at her.

“That’s right,” she chuckled, and seemed to reminisce for a moment before going on.

“My mother loved sex, really loved it. But only with women, not with men. When I was a little girl, she would always have several girlfriends either visiting or staying at our house — the place Bambi and I live in now, which is where I grew up — anyway, she would have her girlfriends there, four or five or six at a time, and they would all sit outside by the pool in their bikinis, and the servants would bring them drinks, and they smoked pot, and rubbed oil on each other’s bodies, and then there would be kissing, and pretty soon they would get up and go off to the bedrooms, sometimes in pairs, or threesomes, or even bigger groups.”

“So, you knew they were having sex?”

“Well, not when I was very little. But yes, by the time I got to be around 7 or 8 years old I’d figured it out. Of course, it helped that they weren’t very careful about closing the bedroom doors, and it really helped that my mother would leave all these magazines out that were filled with pictures of beautiful young women either touching themselves or making love with other women.”

“Wow.”

“And then there were the videos. Often my mother and her girlfriends would watch movies together, lesbian porn, of course, and they usually didn’t mind if I watched along with them, when I got to be a little older anyhow. And while they were watching, they would sometimes masturbate or caress each other. So, I learned all about sex between women very early.”

“Wow.”

“Some of my mother’s magazines were not porn, per se, but they were nudist magazines, with pictures of naked women and also young girls, girls my age, who were naked. Some of her magazines even showed women apparently having sex with little girls, or at least becoming very affectionate with them. My mother found me looking at one of those magazines one day, and she sat down with me, and we looked at it together, and we talked about how nice it was for a woman and a girl to be together, how they could touch and kiss each other in special ways, and make each other feel very good, and then she started doing those things with me, and that’s when we had sex for the first time, when I was 10.”

“Wow.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a pretty amazing story,” I told her.

“I know,” Angela chuckled, “you’re right, it is.”

“And did you, um, did you keep having sex with your mother for, I mean, for a long time?”

“Yes, we did. Starting when I was 10, and up until — well, the last few years of her life she was pretty sick — but from when I was 10 years old until I was in my late 20s, we had sex quite often, almost every day, I’d say. Even after I got married, which lasted only a couple of years, she would come over to my place, or I would go to hers, at least two or three times a week. We loved each other very much, and we wanted to be as close as we could as often as we could.”

I thought about that for a minute, and then I asked, “Did you, or did she, that is, ever involve you with her girlfriends, sexually, I mean?”

“For a while she did, starting when I was around 11 or 12, but a few years after my mother and I became lovers, she lost interest in anyone but me. She told me I was giving her all that she wanted, everything she had ever wanted, and she didn’t need or want anyone else. And so, by the time I was around 14, the other women stopped coming to see us, and then it was just my mother and me.”

I turned to her and kissed her gently on the lips. “Thank you for sharing all of this with me.”

“You’re welcome, darling.” She returned the kiss. “Thank you for listening. And thank you for sharing yourself and your lovely little daughter with me.”

Then she glanced at her watch. “And speaking of lovely little daughters, it’s just about time for…”

And as if by magic, the doorbell rang.

“Wow, perfect timing!” Angela beamed. “How did I do that?” She kissed me once more on the lips and then we went inside.

Bambi had already answered the door.

Another cart was being wheeled inside by the third young woman, the one I assumed was the lead server. Angela asked her to take the cart into the master bedroom and just leave it, not to worry about setting anything up. Then she tipped the woman again and let her out the door.

I wondered what this next surprise might be. The girls and I waited in the bedroom for Angela to come back.

When she did, she smiled at us and said, “All right, are you three ready for one more round of excitement before Bambi and I have to say goodbye?”

We all nodded eagerly.

“Good,” Angela nodded. “Sharon, you and Kelly go into your bedroom and take off your robes. Then come back here naked.”

My daughter looked at me, eyebrows raised. I shrugged my shoulders, grinning, and we trotted off to do as we were told, holding hands and giggling all the way.

We came back a moment later, still holding hands, now both naked.

“Aren’t they a pretty sight?” Angela asked her daughter. “Such a lovely mother and daughter. And so very fuckable.”

Kelly and I laughed, blushing, as the little 9-year-old girl clapped her hands.

“Now,” Angela continued, “the next thing is, Kelly, I want you to take off Bambi’s clothes.”

“Okay,” said Kelly. She released my hand and went to Bambi. She lifted the little blue crop top up and over her head, and tossed it aside. My daughter looked at the child’s enticing breast buds for a moment, admiring them, then extended her hands to tease Bambi’s small pink nipples. She fondled them gently and leaned in to kiss each of them several times. The little blonde sighed in pleasure.

After that, Kelly knelt and removed Bambi’s sneakers and socks. Still on her knees, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of the spandex short-shorts and pulled them down, revealing the girl’s hairless vulva. She wasn’t wearing any panties, of course. My daughter gave her friend another big kiss, this one smack in the middle of her pussy lips.

And now that Bambi was naked, Kelly stood up and turned to Angela.

“Very nice,” said the blonde woman. “You two get up on the bed and watch while Sharon takes off my clothes.”

The girls clambered onto the bed and sat with their bare legs hanging over, eager to see the show. Angela stepped to a spot right in front of them and waited for me.

I went to stand next to Angela. In her heels, and with me barefoot, she was more than six inches taller than I was. I put my hands over her breasts and squeezed them. I could feel that the bra she had on was very thin. Her erect nipples pressed into my palms.

Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed her lips. Then I gripped the bottom of her white sweater and began pulling it up. Angela raised her arms and I removed the sweater. The bra was flesh-colored and almost completely sheer.

I put my hands on her breasts again. I loved the feel of her stiff nipples jutting out through the fabric. Then I undid the front clasp, took the bra off, and laid it aside. I placed a hand under each breast and lifted them. I extended my tongue and flicked it over the tip of each long brown nipple. The girls sighed appreciatively.

I found the catch and the zipper on Angela’s pleated mini-skirt and opened them, then slid the skirt down over her hips to the floor, and she stepped out of it. The woman was not wearing any panties. Her beautiful shaved pussy was right there for us to see. I finished by removing the sandals from her feet, and then we were all four naked.

“Thank you, lover,” Angela said as she kissed my mouth. “Now, can anyone guess what the special treat is that I’ve ordered for us this morning?”

We shook our heads.

She put her hand out and placed it on Bambi’s shoulder, then slid it slowly down the girl’s arm. “Do you remember saying yesterday, Sharon, that my daughter’s skin was like peaches and cream?”

“Yes,” I answered.

Angela put her other hand on Kelly’s cheek, then slid it down onto her neck and onto her bare chest. “And you said your daughter’s skin was like strawberries and cream?”

She looked at me, and I nodded.

After giving each of the girls a quick kiss on the lips, the woman walked to the cart that had been delivered and wheeled it close to the bed. There were three covered silver bowls on the cart, each nestled in a larger bowl of crushed ice. There were also four small white dishes and four spoons.

“Well,” she told us, “because we’ve had such a very special time together here, I decided to order us a very special breakfast dessert to celebrate the love and affection that we have shared.”

She removed the silver covers from each bowl. “What we have here is fresh sliced peaches and fresh strawberries, along with crème fraîche.

“Mm,” I commented, “that sounds delicious.”

Angela turned to me, grinning. “You still don’t understand, do you, darling?” I frowned, and she leaned over to give me a quick kiss.

“I’ll show you,” she said. “Girls, scoot back further on the bed and lay down, next to each other. Move the covers out of the way, and the pillows. That’s right.”

The two naked little girls were laying side by side on the satin sheets.

Angela picked up a dish and spooned a few peach slices and some of the whipped cream onto it. Then she went to the bed and climbed onto it. She moved next to Bambi, and I thought that perhaps she was going to feed the special dessert to her daughter, but no, Angela had other ideas.

First, she took the spoon and dipped it into the cream, then licked the spoon. Keeping her mouth open, with the white cream on the end of her tongue, she bent down to Bambi, who parted her lips. Angela put her tongue inside the girl’s mouth and they shared the sweet taste.

They licked each other’s tongues and kissed each other’s lips. Soon, Bambi was giggling and that made Angela giggle too. Then she sat up and handed the spoon to me, but kept the dish with the peaches and cream.

Using her fingers to pick up a slice of the fruit, she dipped it into the cream. Then she rubbed the white froth over each of her daughter’s nipples. She squeezed the fruit between her fingers, making the juice run, and dribbled it onto the girl’s chest.

She put the rest of the peach slice in Bambi’s mouth, letting her eat it, then leaned over her daughter’s naked body and began messily licking the sweet cream from her nipples and lapping up the juices from her chest. Bambi giggled again.

With her lips covered in peaches and cream, Angela kissed the girl again on the mouth. This time Bambi did not laugh, but kissed her mother passionately.

When they finished the kiss, Angela sat up and turned to me. “Would you like to do the same with your little girl, using strawberries and cream?”

“Sure,” I smiled. I looked at Kelly and we both giggled. This would be fun!

I quickly filled a dish and got up on the bed next to Kelly. I looked at her lovely face, her smooth naked body, and I told her, “I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

I kissed my 12-year-old little girl and we nuzzled noses. Then I dipped a ripe strawberry into the cream and fed it to her. I leaned over and we ate it together, smearing the juice and cream all around on our lips and tongues, giggling and kissing.

I picked up another strawberry and dipped it into the cream. This time, I spread the cream on my daughter’s pink nipples, then squeezed the fruit between my fingers, dribbling the juices over Kelly’s lightly freckled chest and tummy. She giggled again.

Looking over at Angela, I saw that she had filled her hands with a mixture of sliced peaches and cream and was holding them over Bambi’s crotch.

Mashing her fingers together, Angela crushed the fruit, then began spreading the whole mess all over her little girl’s body, but mostly on her tummy, her thighs, and her vulva. Bambi closed her eyes and sighed as she felt her mother’s wet fingers moving between her pussy lips.

I thought, what a job this will be for the maids to clean up, but then I smiled as I remembered that Angela was surely paying plenty, and doing it gladly, for the privilege of making a mess like this.

Turning back to Kelly, I lowered my mouth to her breasts and carefully licked all of the sweet cream from her nipples, making them become very erect, and then I sucked her nipples. Kelly held my head in her hands and moaned. After giving a thorough sucking to both of my daughter’s nipples, I moved slowly down her slender body, licking up the strawberry juice.

When I reached her navel, the juice was gone. I reached into the dish and picked up two more strawberries. Dipping them into the cream, I held them over Kelly’s mound and crushed them in my hands, letting the juices drip into the scant patch of her pussy hair. I watched as the strawberries and cream mixture dribbled down through her soft auburn curls and onto her labia.

All this was making me very wet, and not just my hands, but my cunt too. I wanted to rub my clit and make myself come, but then I had another idea.

Continue on to Chapter 9

The Lost Girl Game, Chapter 7

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 3:24 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Kelly started coming again. Her body was panting and heaving. With every spasm, her muscles went rigid and then relaxed. Over and over again, she clenched, then went limp. Finally the girl was spent, and Angela let her go.

Kelly rolled away from her, nearly fainting, and she might have fallen dangerously over the edge of the jacuzzi tub had not Bambi been there to catch her, to hold her, to pet her and soothe her.

I was glad my daughter had someone else who could help her recover, because I was busy at the moment.

Angela raised her head and looked down at me. Her face was smeared with my daughter’s pussy juice.

“Fuck me, Sharon,” she said. “Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt!”

I lifted my mouth away from her tit and looked up at her, licking my lips. I put my arm around her waist and held her body tightly, making it easier for me to plunge my fingers harder and faster and deeper inside her.

“Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!” she cried, taking both of her breasts in her hands and pinching the erect nipples. “Fuck me hard and make me come!”

As I continued pumping three fingers in and out of her vagina, I reached up with my thumb so it would stimulate her clit with every thrust.

“Right there! Right there!” Angela cried. “Don’t stop!!”

I kept fucking her, hard, and lapped at her nipple with my tongue as she squeezed it between her fingers.

“Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!! Oh, oh, oh god, I’m — I’m — AHH!!!!!”

I felt her vaginal muscles clamping down tight around my fingers. Her body shivered in my arms as she climaxed. I loved watching her, this incredibly sensuous woman reveling in the pleasures that another woman could give her.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s so fucking good,” Angela groaned once her spasms began to subside, “you fucked my fucking cunt so hard.”

I smiled to myself, thinking how horrified I would have been only a day earlier to have my 12-year-old daughter exposed to such vulgar language. And now look where we were!

I glanced over at the girls. They were easing down into the water together. Bambi was holding Kelly, helping her. I heard her say, “You’ll feel better once you get inside here and you can rest in the nice warm water.”

Then I turned back to Angela.

“I fucked your daughter’s cunt with my tongue and made her come in my mouth. You fucked my daughter’s cunt with your finger and made her come in your mouth. I just fucked your cunt with my fingers and made you come. Now I want to lick your cunt. I want to eat your pussy and suck your clit and fuck your cunt with my tongue and make you come in my mouth. And I want to do all those things while our daughters, our two little girls, are watching us.” I stated it all in a loud voice, making sure the kids would hear.

Kelly stared at me. “Wow…”

“Cool,” added Bambi.

Angela’s response was to wrap her arms around me, pull me up to her, and kiss me deeply on the mouth. I tasted my daughter’s pussy on her lips.

We kissed for a long time, using our lips and tongues, thoroughly exploring each other’s mouths. After several minutes of intense, luscious wet kissing, Angela pulled away and whispered in my ear, “Look.”

Our daughters were kissing too, the same way we were. Kelly was up against the side of the tub, with Bambi in her arms. The girls were pressing their taut young bodies together as they kissed.

I smiled, feeling very happy. Then I told Angela, “Okay, it’s time. I’m finally going to do what I’ve been wanting to do ever since you opened the door to your room and I saw you for the first time.”

“What’s that?” she smiled back at me.

“I’m going to lick your pussy.”

“Did you really think about doing that when you first saw me?”

“Yes, I did. And you know what?” I nodded toward the girls. “When I first saw your daughter in the mall, that cute little 9-year-old Bambi? I immediately started fantasizing about having sex with her, too, about taking off all her clothes and kissing her and licking her and fucking her naked body.”

“Oh, my, Sharon, you are a very bad girl,” Angela grinned. “No wonder I like you so much.”

Then she pushed herself up until she was sitting on the built-in shelf that was just at the water level of the tub.

I looked at her for a moment, at her amazing body. “You are such a beautiful woman,” I told her.

I lifted one of her long, sexy legs out of the water, holding it in my hands, admiring her smooth golden skin, the tone and shape and span of her limb.

And I began at her toes, licking them and sucking them, making Angela shiver in delight. I licked her foot, her instep, her ankle, and slowly made my way up her calf, to her knee, then up the inside of her thigh. And as my tongue was bathing her leg, my hands caressed the smooth skin of her gorgeous leg, my touch growing more and more insistent as I moved higher and higher. By the time I had almost reached her pubis, the woman was trembling with desire.

“God I want you so much,” she said in a husky voice. “You’re making my pussy so wet. I want your tongue inside me, fucking me.”

I smiled up at her, and then stole a look at the girls.

They were still kissing, but now Bambi was riding my daughter. They had shifted to a position where, apparently, they could rub their pussies together under the water. I couldn’t tell for sure, but the way they were moving in rhythm, up and down, it certainly looked as if the two little girls were fucking each other.

I turned my attention back to Bambi’s mother. Her pussy lips were swollen and reddened. They were standing apart, and I could look directly into her cunt. I could see her wetness. It made my mouth water.

“Oh god you’re so hot,” I breathed.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, leaned in close, and kissed her sex. I kissed her vagina the very same way that I would kiss her mouth. I used my lips to massage the rim of her cunt, gently extending my tongue as I would if I was french-kissing a woman or a girl.

I pressed my face against her, breathing her aroma, tasting her, kissing her passionately. And the longer I kissed her, the more deeply I inserted my tongue into her vagina.

I brought her right to the edge that way, fucking her cunt with my tongue.

And then I pulled away. I wanted to make her wait. I wanted keep her on the edge like that, just at the peak of her desire, on the brink of an orgasm, teasing and playing with her until she begged me to make her come.

I began kissing the insides of her thighs. I licked her smooth golden skin and gently rubbed my hands over it. I licked and kissed all around the edges of her pussy.

Next to us, Bambi was still fucking my daughter, moving urgently against her. They were no longer kissing. Kelly had lifted one leg from the water and was holding it up with her hand, giving the little girl more direct access to her pubis.

I ran my warm tongue up and down the sides of Angela’s labia, but only on the outside, not the inside. I kissed the skin just above her clit, pressing my lips to her and sliding them around.

“Sharon, I’m so close…”

And she was. I could smell her dripping sex, could feel the heat radiating from her cunt. Her body was quivering. Her voice shook when she spoke.

“Oh, please, I’m so close.”

I lifted my lips from her mound and looked up at her. Her lovely face was flushed with desire and shining with sweat, her blonde hair damp, strands of it clinging to her. She looked like woman who badly needed to be fucked.

I smiled at her and licked my lips lasciviously.

In response, she tried to put a hand between her legs and rub her clit. But I wouldn’t let her. I gently but firmly took her hand and moved it away.

“Not yet,” I said. “Soon.”

“Hurry,” she croaked.

I raised myself out of the water until my chest was at the level of Angela’s crotch. Holding one of my breasts in my hand and squeezing it to make the erect nipple point straight out, I pressed myself against her, inserting the nipple into her vagina. I fucked her with my tit. I moved my nipple around inside her, feeling the wet slickness of her juices on it. Then I did the same thing with my other breast, until they were both coated with her wetness.

Angela was panting and moaning. She watched me fuck her with my nipples.

“Make me come,” she whispered.

I pulled my second tit out of her and held my glistening breasts in my hands, showing them to her.

Keeping my eyes on her eyes, I lifted one breast toward my face and extended my tongue until I could lick the tip of my nipple, and I tasted her. I did the same with the other breast, then pinched my nipples between my fingers.

“Now?” I asked her. “Do you want me to make you come now?”

The woman arched her back and raised her hips, presenting her open cunt to me. “God, yes, please! Make me come now! Please!!”

She was begging me.

I heard my daughter beginning to squeal. She was holding both legs up out of the water now, and Bambi was moving fast and hard against her. Kelly’s eyes were shut tight, her breath coming in hisses. She was very close to a climax.

I paused for a moment, savoring this amazing special day when the entire focus was on hot lesbian sex between two young girls, between their mothers, and between the girls and their mommies. It was delectable.

“Are you… gonna… come?” gasped Bambi, between thrusts. It was apparent that she was nearly ready for an orgasm too, but wanted to wait for Kelly so they could come together.

I smiled to myself, feeling completely happy, and turned back to the 9-year-old child’s beautiful mother.

I slowly lowered my face to Angela’s crotch. But I did not lick her or kiss her. I closed my eyes and smelled her, deeply inhaling the intoxicating aroma of ardent female desire. Then I pressed my face into her, but again without opening my mouth.

First I pressed my nose into the opening of her vagina. I moved it around slightly, then shifted my face until my lips were on the woman’s sex. I did not part them yet, did not lick her, but rubbed my lips back and forth, coating them with Angela’s sweet nectar.

I bent my head down until my brow was inside her pussy. I wanted my whole face to be covered with her sexiness. I held her labia apart with my fingers and pressed myself against her.

Only then, when I could feel that every inch of my face, from my chin to my cheeks to my forehead, was wet with her juices, did I begin kissing once more.

I kissed her vagina. I kissed the insides of her labia. I moved up and kissed her clit. I licked her clit. I sucked her clit. I put a finger inside her and fucked her.

Kelly was coming. She cried out, “Ohh!!!!”

Bambi fucked her harder-harder-faster-faster and then she was coming too. She squeaked and went rigid and the two little girls, our children, climaxed together.

I moved my finger more rapidly inside Angela’s hot wet pussy as I sucked on her clit. And then, just as I sensed that she was ready to explode, I pulled my finger out and shoved my tongue deep inside her.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pressed my mouth against her sex. I plunged my tongue into her, fucking her, and she came in my mouth.

She clutched my head in her hands and groaned as each wave of her orgasm broke over her. I felt the contractions inside her, the walls of her vagina clamping down around my tongue. I tasted her and she flooded my mouth with her sweet juices.

Angela’s climax lasted a long time. She seemed to keep coming, again and again, as I held my grip around her thighs, thrusting my tongue deeply into her cunt.

Finally she was spent.

Her body began to go limp, with only a few remaining gentle quavers, the last remnants of her powerful orgasm, making her tense up for a few moments.

I relaxed my hold on her thighs and lifted my face from her pussy. I looked over at Kelly and Bambi.

The two girls were floating in the warm water, tenderly holding each other, foreheads and noses touching, basking in the afterglow of their mutual satisfaction.

Angela began sliding down into the jacuzzi too. I helped her, easing her in. She put her arms around me and kissed my mouth. I knew she could taste herself on my lips.

Her kiss was soft. She whispered to me, “That was…unbelievable…so hot and so perfect.”

I returned her tender kiss and we held each other for a time, floating in the water, cherishing the sensations, the same as our daughters were doing.

The four of us gradually floated together, and our arms went around each other. Two adult women and two young girls, naked in the swirling water, holding and touching and now softly kissing.

Kelly was on my left, Angela on my right, Bambi across from me. But we were all very close together, hugging and kissing. I felt their warm breath, felt the steam from the water, the softness of their lips, the dampness of their skin.

I licked Kelly’s tongue with mine, Bambi kissed me on the neck, and Angela’s tongue was in my ear. Then Kelly was licking my neck and Bambi and her mother were kissing deeply.

We had all experienced a wonderful long afternoon and evening of glorious exciting sex, and still it seemed there was more to come.

None of us, though, wanted to break up the delectable four-way clutch we were in. We kept floating that way, bobbing gently in the hot water, arms around each other, legs entwined, lips and tongues touching and exploring. Angela kissed me as Bambi sucked on my daughter’s earlobe. I kissed little Bambi as her mother nibbled at the child’s neck and Kelly kissed mine.

Then all four of our mouths came together and we shared a moment of intense passion, wet tongues and soft lips eagerly seeking the others in a frenzy of incestuous lesbian desire.

That peak led to a set of pairings. Mothers wanted their own daughters again, and we floated apart, Kelly with me, Bambi with her mommy.

We went to the side of the tub and Kelly reached for my nipples beneath the water. She squeezed them in her hands as she kissed my mouth. Then she urged me up, until I sat on the low shelf. She began playing with my breasts, going back and forth, holding a tit in each hand, licking and sucking my erect nipples, making me wet with need. I put a hand between my legs and caressed my sex.

Bambi and Angela had been hugging and kissing each other for a long time, but now Angela had taken a seat inside the tub across from us and her daughter was climbing out of the water.

I looked at the girl’s slim naked body, a child’s body, hairless and smooth. She was dripping, her skin red with warmth. She carefully laid her legs over her mother’s shoulders, holding on to the back of her head. Angela cradled her daughter’s thin buttocks in her hands and began licking the little girl’s slit.

I was stroking Kelly’s hair, cooing at her as she sucked on my tits. But I needed something else. I took one of her hands in mine and lowered it to my cunt.

“Put your finger inside, baby,” I told my daughter. “Fuck me with your finger.”

Kelly slid a finger into my wet pussy, nestling it in deeply, probing around and feeling the inner walls of my vagina as she continued to lick and suck my breasts.

It felt heavenly, her eager young mouth on my nipples, her slender finger exploring the depths of my cunt — now it was two fingers — and now she was beginning to plunge them in and out of me.

I knew it would not take long for me to come that way. But I needed more.

I took her face in my hands and raised it briefly so I could kiss my baby’s lips. Then I whispered, “Kelly, my sweet Kelly, I need you to lick Mommy’s pussy. I want you to make me come in your mouth.”

My daughter kissed me again, twice, and then she smiled at me. “Okay, Mommy.”

She went down on me.

I opened my thighs as far as I could and leaned back, closing my eyes. I felt my little girl spreading my labia apart, felt her lips kissing my sex, her tongue licking my clit, her fingers fucking my cunt. I held my breasts in my hands, pinching the hard nipples.

I felt a familiar welcome stirring within me, the urgent heat growing within my center, the approach of my orgasm.

My little girl was fucking me with her fingers. She was licking my clit, and I was going to come in her face.

Just then Bambi squeaked. “Mommy!!” she cried.

I opened my eyes to see that the child had her thin legs wrapped tightly around Angela’s head, her hands in her mother’s hair, pulling the woman’s face against Bambi’s sex. She squealed again, her head thrown back. She was coming in her mommy’s mouth.

I looked down at my daughter, my precious baby, the little seventh-grader I’d watched earlier in the day, so totally excited as she modeled her first sets of sexy bras and panties for me in the Victoria’s Secret dressing room.

Now she had her face between my legs, eagerly licking and sucking my wet pussy, fucking me hard with her slender fingers.

I could see the strawberries-and-cream coloring of her complexion beneath her red curls, the adorable light scattering of freckles. She was my daughter, my child, the little girl I had raised and loved since infancy, and now she was eating my cunt and I was going to come in her mouth.

I wanted her to hear me say it.

“Kelly,” I said, “baby girl, Mommy’s going to come in your mouth.”

She just nodded, glancing briefly into my eyes, but never pausing in her exertions of stimulating me sexually.

“Mommy’s going to come while you lick my pussy! Mommy’s going to come while you fuck my cunt! Mommy’s going to come in your face!! Mommy’s —— AHH!!!!!!”

And that was the last of our orgasms that night in the whirlpool tub. I finished, actually coming two more times while Kelly kept licking and fingering me, and then I was exhausted, worn out.

Kelly got up from between my legs, grinning at me and wiping her mouth. She sat next to me on the edge of the tub and laid her head on my shoulder, sighing contentedly.

Angela was sitting across from us, with Bambi perched in her lap. They had been watching as my daughter performed oral sex on me. Bambi smiled at us and Angela blew me a kiss.

Then the jacuzzi was turned off, the drain was opened, and we all got out of the tub. The hotel, as you might expect in an exclusive suite, had wonderfully soft, thick, absorbent towels.

As we were drying off, I heard a conversation between the two girls.

“You know when we first saw you in the mall?” asked Kelly. “You weren’t really lost, were you.”

“Uh-uh. That’s a just a game me and my mom play sometimes.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. Know what? She was there with me too. We were looking around for someone to do it with,” Bambi said, “and we saw you. Actually, I saw you first, walking toward Victoria Secret. I told her ‘Look at those two, Mommy. They look nice.’ My mom thought so too, and she said okay. Then she moved away but kept watching until you came out of the store later. And after she could tell that you and your mom were gonna take me to the hotel, she hurried so she’d already be in our room when you got there.”

“That is so cool.”

Angela surprised Kelly and me by furnishing us with luxuriously comfortable terry-cloth robes, embroidered with the hotel emblem. “They’re yours to keep,” she said, also providing us with large shopping bags and boxes in which to take the robes home with us.

“Oh, but you shouldn’t have,” I told her. “It’s too much.”

“No, it’s just a tiny little gift from me and Bambi to thank you for sharing so much of your time — and your affections — with us.”

“But I thought you said no thanks were necessary,” I winked.

She grinned at me. “Just this once. And remember, I make the rules.”

As for sleeping arrangements, I was given the choice. There were three bedrooms in the suite, and we could arrange it however I wanted. Angela and I could each have a room to ourselves, and the girls could share a room. Or the two moms could sleep together, and the girls could each have a separate room. Or we could all try sleeping together in one big bed — or any other combination that seemed best to me.

I thought about it for a minute, and then I proposed that the mothers and daughters should stay together in separate rooms. Or at least Kelly and I in one room, while Bambi and Angela could make up their own minds.

“It’s just that, well, I think Kelly and I have a lot to talk about,” I told them with a smile, as I hugged her shoulder.

“That sounds fine,” agreed Angela.

So, my daughter and I were shown to the third bedroom, which was sumptuous, and we were given a selection of brand-new designer nightwear to choose from, and to take with us. Would there be no end to Angela’s generosity?

She also split the remaining champagne into four glasses and put the untouched chocolates onto two separate plates, giving us treats for a little nightcap, she said.

They left us at our bedroom door, the woman and her daughter each giving us sweet bedtime kisses, and then we were alone.

“Mom, can you believe it?” Kelly said. “This room also has its own bathroom with a shower and a tub. And it has a dressing room too!”

“I know. Pretty amazing, isn’t it? Angela must have a lot of money. Or maybe her husband does, if she has one.”

“Eww, do you really think she might be married? I can’t imagine her together with a man.”

“I don’t know, but it’s possible. She might be divorced, though, or even widowed. Or for that matter, it might be her family that’s wealthy. I have no idea. But she does seem to have plenty of money and to enjoy spending it.”

We drank a little champagne together, enjoyed the chocolates, and then picked the fancy gowns we wanted to sleep in and started getting ready for bed.

In the bathroom were new toothbrushes, three kinds of toothpaste, a variety of soaps and lotions, and a designer case filled with expensive cosmetics. A note slipped under the edge of the case read, ‘Take me home with you!’

“Man, it’s like we won a game show or something,” said Kelly.

“You’re right, it is,” I chuckled. “Only I don’t think network TV would ever be showing what we did today.”

“That’s for sure,” giggled my daughter. “It’s probably too hot even for the Playboy Channel.”

The room had two large beds, but we decided to sleep together in one bed.

As we snuggled close in our silky, sexy gowns, we talked for a long time that night about everything that had happened. We talked about what it meant for a little girl to be procuring sexual partners for her mother, about how the two of us would now have a very different relationship when we went home than we’d had the day before, about how we would have to be careful to conceal the intimate nature of that relationship from people who wouldn’t understand, which meant almost everyone, and we talked about Kelly’s certainty that she was a lesbian, a realization she’d gradually become more aware of over the past couple of years, though she’d never said anything to me about it. We talked about the many different ways that two women, or two girls, or a woman and a girl, can give each other pleasure, and then we made love.

It was tender, slow, and affectionate. We kissed a lot, gently caressing each other’s bodies through our nightgowns, kissed some more, eventually removed the nightgowns, and then kissed some more.

We laid on our sides, face to face, put our hands down between our legs and we masturbated as we kissed. It was thrilling to see my daughter bring herself that way, naked in bed with me, touching her little breasts and her pussy until she was ready for a climax.

She came first, and I lovingly watched her. When she was done, I asked her to suck on my nipples as I rubbed my clit and slid a finger inside myself and had my own delicious orgasm.

We wanted to do even more, but we were both very sleepy, and we agreed that there would be many, many more nights and days in the future for us to explore each other’s bodies, to enjoy all the pleasures we could have together.

I fell asleep laying on my back, with Kelly’s arms around me, her head resting between my breasts. The last thing I remember was my daughter’s quiet whisper, “Mommy, I love you, I love you.”

Continue on to Chapter 8

Sharing With Mom

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 12:57 pm

By JetBoy

My name is Jenny — Jen to my friends — and this is the story of how my world turned upside down, then righted itself in a beautiful way.

When I was a girl of twelve, my father unexpectedly died of a massive cardiac arrest. My mother Helen did her best to keep us going, but we got hit by serious financial setbacks when I was sixteen, and in the end we had to sell our house and move into a trailer.

I’ll say this much — Mom got a really nice mobile home with the money we took in from the sale. Still, I was pretty bummed about swapping the house I’d grown up in for a trailer park in another town, having to say goodbye to the only life I’d ever known. I expected to be miserable.

I wasn’t, though. In fact, the park Mom and I moved into was one of the friendliest neighborhoods I’d even been in, much more welcoming than the conservative white-bread suburb we came from. The people were a lot less obsessed with status and keeping up with the Joneses, and the area had a more vibrant mix of races, ethnicities and personal styles than I’d ever experienced before. Within two weeks, I felt right at home.

I’ll admit that being squeezed into a much smaller living space was often a pain in the ass, but Mom was a surprisingly good roomie, and we got along fine. The trials we’d both been through had only strengthened our bond as mother and daughter.

Mom quickly made a friend named Victoria, who everyone called Vicky. She was a lot of fun and had a great sense of humor, someone you couldn’t help but like. I appreciated the fact that she always treated me like a grownup. As for Mom, she really seemed to blossom with Vicky around.

One night I stayed over at the trailer of my new friend Cindy, this sassy black girl who worked at a piercing and tattoo joint in town. In fact, she’d done a tattoo for me that I was still hiding from Mom, trying to work up the nerve to show it to her.

The next morning, Cindy had planned to take me spelunking in a local cave, but just after we ate an early breakfast, I realized that I’d forgotten my old sneakers. I didn’t want to go down in that muddy hole in the shoes I had on, so I went back to our trailer.

When I went inside, I got an unexpected surprise: Mom and Vicky were in bed together, sound asleep and, near as I could tell, completely nude. All their clothes and underthings were strewn about the place, there was a pink vibrator lying between them and the whole end of the trailer smelled like pussy.

I was stunned. Not offended, mind you — I’d had sex with girls before. Still, I’d never thought of my mother as someone who was into women. The way I figured it, Vicky had to have been the one to make the first move.

I didn’t want to wake them up and embarrass anyone, myself included, so I grabbed my sneakers and crept out of there as quickly as I could.

When I got back home later that day, Mom and Victoria were gone. I stripped, tossing my muddy clothes onto the front porch, then showered and put on makeup. The big monthly trailer park party was scheduled for that night, and I wanted to look my best.

My mind drifted away again to think about Vicky, something I’d been doing regularly since seeing her and Mom in bed that morning. She was really something special in a way I couldn’t describe, and clearly my mother saw that too. Vicky commanded attention from just about everyone, as much for her boisterous, enthusiastic personality as her looks.

Now she and my mother were having sex. I’d had the whole day to think about that, and it still astonished me.

Then I realized something else: Mom had found a bed partner before I did! We’d been living at the park for six weeks, and I hadn’t hooked up with anyone yet. Right then and there, I vowed to step up my game and really show myself off at the party.

I started with a pair of sheer blue panties that displayed my shaved pussy very nicely and a matching push-up bra. On top, I chose a small, white camisole that showed lots of cleavage and then a very short blue skirt, adding my two-inch high heels and some carefully selected accessories.

Appraising myself in the mirror, I liked what I saw. Watch out, Mom, you’ve got competition… your little girl’s on the prowl tonight!

The party was already in full swing when I got there. I walked in and looked around at the tables full of park residents, quickly finding Cindy, the girl who gave me the tattoo. She was with her gal pal Erica, a feisty, freckly Irish girl who was my other new best friend. They were both looking especially hot, and I decided that wouldn’t have minded getting it on with either of them, if I chose to make it with a girl that night. There were a couple of guys I’d had my eye on, but I was feeling far more inclined toward indulging my lesbian side at the moment. I wondered if it was because of Mom and Vicky.

The girls each gave me a quick hug when I joined them, then we watched the band for a little while, dancing together to a couple of the more uptempo numbers. They were a hot local garage-rock group, mostly guys from the park, called the Ninepins.

“Hey, look!” Cindy called above the band’s version of “Good Guys Don’t Wear White.” She pointed to where Vicky was standing with Mom, waving us over to some seats she’d apparently saved for us.

I wasn’t certain that I wanted to sit with my mother at the party, but I sure didn’t mind seeing Vicky again. In any case, I couldn’t very well refuse — especially since Cindy and Erica seized my arms and led me in that direction.

I sat to the right of Vicky, Mom on her left while Cindy and Erica sat across from us. Cindy introduced Erica to my mother and they began to chat, while I glanced to my side at Vicky every now and then.

She wore a spaghetti-strap top that revealed just enough of her breasts to make it clear that she’d gone without a bra. I peeked down to get a look at the rest of her outfit — a tight black skirt that really showed off her hips and legs, knee-high stockings and glittery high heels. I found myself hoping to catch a glimpse of her ass. Man alive, was she hot.

“Like what you see?”

I was startled, blushing hotly at Vicky catching me checking her out, but she reassured me with a warm smile.

“Yeah,” I shyly replied. “You look great.”

“So do you. Glad you made it, Jen.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t have missed this for anything,” I said.

Gazing into her hazel eyes, I felt my pulse throb crazily at something I saw in them, and out of nowhere, remembered what they say about a snake hypnotizing you before it bites. Jesus, was my mother’s lover flirting with me?

“So… you’re ready to have a good time tonight?”

“Yeah,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. Then, out of nowhere, I blurted, “Who are you?” Then I felt my face go hot again. God damn it, why the fuck did I say that?

She placed her hand at the back of my neck and gave it a gentle squeeze, sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, honeybunch.”

“O-okay,” I answered.

I was utterly in awe of her. It sounds stupid, but there it was. Vicky had this certain quality that really hit me where I lived. I couldn’t help but find her attractive… but she’d already gone to bed with my mom! Talk about complicated.

Not good, Jen, I told myself. Not good at all.

At that moment, Cindy showed up with beers for all of us. I hadn’t even notice her leaving! Grabbing one, I took a deep swig, glad for an excuse to break away from Vicky’s gaze.

I glanced over at Mom, who, I only now noticed, was wearing one of my tops, a Cramps t-shirt that fitted pretty snugly on her. Just like Vicky, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Wow. This was my mother? I couldn’t remember ever seeing her look sexy, much less this sexy. Clearly, there were depths to Mom that I hadn’t been aware of. I studied her breasts, clearly outlined through my shirt. Her nipples were visibly erect.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” came a voice from next to me. Vicky again.

I was startled again. Shit. ”Yeah, b-but…”

“But?” She arched an eyebrow questioningly.

I tried to laugh it off, nervously. “I really have to stop staring at people. That’s twice you’ve caught me at it.”

Vicky just smiled. “Oh, I took it as a compliment when you stared at me. I’ll bet your mom would feel the same if she saw you look at her like you did. It’s nice to be admired, don’t you think? Especially by your daughter.” She paused to watch Mom. “Did you know that your mother thinks she’s boring?”

Suddenly I felt embarrassed. Was that how I thought of her? “Um… no, I didn’t know that.”

Her eyes had me transfixed. “Would you say she’s boring?”

I glanced at Mom, still chatting happily to my friends. “No. I mean, maybe I used to. Not now.”

“See? She’d be happy to know that. Any mother would be.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “You’re sure not boring.”

“Neither are you,” she said, her gaze drifting down to my chest and hips, then back to my eyes in a heartbeat, making me blush and finally look away, feeling totally awkward.

A couple hours later, we were all feeling pretty good. The whole room was jumping — a DJ was spinning old soul records, drinks were flowing, there were a few joints making their way from hand to hand and a handful of the women had taken their tops off.

I was taking a slug of beer when Vicky whispered something in Mom’s ear.

Mom’s eyes went wide and she turned to gape at her new lover. “What?”

“Come on, Helen. It’ll be exciting, I promise. Do it for me,” Vicky said, caressing Mom’s face.

Mom took a deep breath, then nodded. “Give me a second, okay?” She reached for a half-cashed pint bottle of whiskey that Erica had left on the table and took a long pull, then set it down with a clunk, wiping her mouth with a swipe of the hand as she slowly stood.

I stared at Mom, who didn’t seem to notice me — then I glanced at Vicky. She caught my eye and winked. What was going on?

Then, to my utter, slack-jawed amazement, my mother grabbed the bottom of my tight t-shirt and slowly worked it up to her neck, exposing her bare breasts.

I hadn’t seen Mom nude in a few years, but had to admit that her tits looked pretty awesome for a woman in her late thirties. And from the response they got from everyone in the immediate vicinity, I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

Mom clearly only intended to flash her breasts for a few seconds, but Vicky reached out to deftly grab the t-shirt and tug it over her head, holding it high so my mother couldn’t reach it.

Mom shrieked as she lunged for the t-shirt, but she was also laughing wildly. Vicky wasn’t about to give it back, so Mom gave up with a devil-may-care shrug, not even bothering to cover herself. She sat back down, giving me a sheepish grin. I tried not to look shocked, but knew I was anyhow.

“Helen, why don’t you go get yourself a beer?” Vicky suggested. “Show off that sweet rack of yours.”

“Should I?” Mom asked.

“Sure, it’s not like you’ve got anything to be ashamed of. Enjoy yourself. Just remember who you’re bunking with tonight, okay?” She gave my mother a very significant wink.

“Well… okay,” Mom agreed, suddenly blushing as she glanced at me. She made her way through the room, heading for the bar, her breasts swaying and bouncing in a very enticing way.

“Isn’t she something?” Vicky asked.

“Oh m-my God!” I blurted, trying to control my nervous laugh. “I can not believe you got her to do that!”

“She’s having a great time.”

“I’ll say.” I was still stunned at my mother’s boldness. She’d never been one for casual nudity — it had been ages since I’d seen her in anything more revealing than a bathrobe. Now she was going topless in public! Vicky sure was bringing out a new side of my mom — a side that I liked, though it would take some getting used to.

“What about you, sugar — are you enjoying yourself?”

I nodded, feeling myself fall into Vicky’s eyes again. “Yeah, I am.”

I tore my gaze away from her to look at the crowd, seeing my mother standing topless while talking to two women I didn’t know. She already had a beer in her hand and a nervous, but very friendly grin. She laughed at something one of them said, her eyes shining as Vicky touched my wrist.

I turned to face her and, for the first time, I saw some hesitation, maybe even vulnerability in her expression.

“Jen, I asked Helen to leave so I could talk to you. I just wanted to tell you that, in the future… well, things may be different from now on for your mother. And for me. We enjoy each other’s company a lot.”

“Umm… okay.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Do you know what I’m talking about?”

“I think so. I’m not sure,” I murmured, uncertain if I should give away what I already knew.

“Well, let me put it this way: your mother and I have become close. Closer than just friends.”

“Okay… yeah, I understand.”

“I hope so.”

“Mom does seem different here, especially since she got to know you.” I said. “It’s funny… she and I felt like we were taking a huge step down when we moved here. I mean, we used to have a nice big house in a ritzy neighborhood, and suddenly — wham! — we’re living in a trailer park. But… I like it here. The people are great. We aren’t exactly living large, the way we used to — but I think Mom’s happier than she ever was in Vesta Heights.”

“Hmmm. See, from my perspective, I’m a lot happier since your mom got here,” she said with a smile. “So you’re okay with the two of us being lovers?”

I turned and studied her again, pausing before I replied. “Well, sure. It’s her choice — and yours, too. It’s no big deal, y’know. I’ve done stuff with girls before.”

A flicker of interest flashed in her eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you like it?”

“Sure,” I admitted with a smile. “It’s different, but… you know. Exciting.”

Her gaze narrowed, and she gave me a knowing smile. “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Me and your mom.”

“Yeah,” I confessed, staring at the table in embarrassment, my heart suddenly throbbing. It did, too. How could Vicky have figured that out, much less tricked me into admitting as much to her? Shit, I hadn’t even realized it myself — but once the thought had been voiced, it seemed totally obvious. There was something about my mom and Vicky having lesbian sex that definitely made me hot… starting when I’d seen them in bed together.

A hand touched my shoulder and I looked up at Vicky. “Let’s step outside for a minute,” she said, her voice a low murmur. “It’s stuffy in here.”

We made our way to the side door and exited. The door clicked shut behind, leaving us alone with the night. The party rolled on without us, its muffled sounds now competing with the shrill sawing of crickets.

I turned to say something to Vicky — I can’t remember what, because before I could speak she slipped her hands under my arms and lifted me up, setting my butt on the edge of an old wooden picnic table that stood close to the door. All I could do was gape at her.

Moving between my legs, Vicky spoke in a low, sultry tone. “I’d love to kiss you, Jen.”

“Uhhhhh…” I couldn’t reply, couldn’t think.

She slowly pressed me backwards with her body, taking me down to the tabletop, planting soft, tender kisses all over my face.

“Oh, Jen,” she breathed. “You’re so fucking sexy… just like your mom.”

I lay there, stunned and motionless, letting my mother’s lover have her way with me. Then her soft, luscious mouth found mine, and suddenly I was kissing Vicky back, squirming beneath her while our tongues danced back and forth.

Her kisses trailed down my neck, and I stared blindly at the moon as she licked the hollow of my throat. “Oh… oh, Vicky,” I gasped, clutching at her shoulders.

She started nuzzling and nibbling my ear, then attacked my mouth again — grinding against me, her thigh pressing into my throbbing sex. Slipping a hand between our bodies, she roughly groped at my breasts, pausing to scissor an erect nipple between two fingers. I whimpered, lost in the moment.

It was incredible. The girls I’d been with before were kids compared to a lover like Vicky. She played my body like a virtuoso, nudging me higher and higher with each thrust of her leg between mine.

She broke away abruptly, pulling me up off the table and to my feet, touching her forehead to mine and giving me that sexy look again while I panted for breath, utterly dazed. “Trust me?” she asked.

Hell, no, I wanted to say. You just became my mom’s girlfriend, and now you’re coming on to me? What the fuck!?

Instead I nodded, thighs trembling and in total awe, wondering if I was falling in love.

Ready for anything, I was surprised when Vicky moved away from me, opening the door, Vicky led me back inside, where we picked our way across the floor towards Mom. Her arm was around my shoulder, mine around her waist, though I was simply trying to keep from fainting. What in God’s name had I stumbled into?

Mom was casually chatting with some of our neighbors, her breasts still bare. Victoria placed a hand on her arm, and Mom turned to her. “What’s up?” she said with a relaxed smile.

“It’s getting a little late, Helen… and I think Jen might’ve had a beer too many. Why don’t we head back to your trailer and unwind?” she murmured, glancing at Mom’s half-naked body a couple times in the process.

Mom grinned and nestled into Vicky’s other side. They briefly kissed, exchanging tongues.

I was surprised, but tried not to let it show. Evidently, my mother had no problem with everyone knowing that Vicky was now her lover.

Mom gave me a sleepy-eyed smile. “Time to go home, hon. You enjoy yourself?”

“Um, yeah, s-sure!” I stammered, hoping that I’d wiped any sign of Vicky’s lipstick from my face.

We shambled back to the trailer, Mom leading us in some old dirty drinking song, the three of us arm in arm the whole way. I was beginning to relax again, thinking that perhaps Vicky’s kiss hadn’t really meant what it seemed to. Harmless flirting, maybe.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t still lusting after her, though.

I went to the bathroom first thing after we got inside the trailer. When I got back, Mom and Victoria were making out, entwined and sharing a passionate kiss.

“Mmmm… oh, ‘scuse us, honey,” Mom laughed from Vicky’s arms. “I hope you weren’t too shocked by how I acted at the party tonight. Just a little fun, right?”

Seeing her like that, still confused by the memory of what Vicky and I were doing on the picnic table just minutes ago — I wasn’t quite sure what to say. Hell, my panties were still damp.

“It’s… yeah, it’s okay, Mom. I was kinda surprised at first, but it’s not about me.”

“She likes the new you, I’d say,” Vicky told her.

“Do you?” Mom asked, wide-eyed.

I shrugged with a bashful grin and studied the carpet.

“Come on, hon — tell me what you think,” she pleaded. “It really is important to me.”

“Uhhmm… well, it’s great to see you so happy, Mom,” I tried to explain. “You — you were really sexy at the party.” And now, I wanted to say, but couldn’t summon up the nerve.

“Aw, thanks, hon.” She was quite pleased with the compliment, I could tell.

“So, Jen… you got Cindy to give you a tattoo, huh?” Vicky asked me, right out of the blue.

I stared at her, in utter shock. Shit. What is she thinking!?

“A tattoo?” Mom gasped, looking at me critically.

“Oh, boy,” I mumbled.

“You didn’t tell her?” Vicky said with a wry smile.

It was pretty obvious that she knew I hadn’t said a word to Mom about getting tattooed. Yet again, I found myself wondering what Vicky’s game was.

Anyhow, there was no use lying, so I said, “Uh, yeah. I was gonna tell you, Mom. Eventually. Like, maybe when I turned forty.”

This struck Vicky as hilarious, and she burst into laughter. Thankfully, Mom started snickering too, and I hoped that was the end of it. Nope. After Mom recovered, she wanted to know what tattoo I’d gotten — and where.

“But how did you know?” I asked Vicky, in an effort to evade Mom’s question.

“Oh, Cindy and I are pretty tight. In fact, I know what tattoo you got. And where you got it.”

“You do?”

“That’s right, kiddo. And I want to see it. We both do,” she said, giving Mom a squeeze around her waist.

“Oh, my God,” I moaned, giving Mom a pleading look. “Do I have to? It’s, um, kind of raunchy.”

“Yes, little girl. C’mon, let’s get this over with.” Mom retorted with a wry grin.

“It’s not anywhere where it could ever be seen. I mean not normally.” I assured her, relieved that she wasn’t pissed at me.

“Hop up on the table, honeybunch — let’s have a good look,” Victoria said, grinning wickedly.

“Up, up, up!” Mom seconded.

So, I clambered up onto the end of the table, and Mom angled the table lamp to shine on me. I looked at them sheepishly, pausing with my hand near my short skirt and giggling nervously.

“Come on, let’s see it!” cried Vicky, clapping her hands.

Suddenly, the whole situation seemed hilarious, and I found myself grinning. Fine. They want a show? I’ll give ‘em one.

Reaching down, I unfastened my skirt, then cast it aside, revealing my sexy blue panties — the ones so sheer that you could see my pussy through them. I took a deep breath, then tugged them down far enough to show off my new ink.

The tattoo was between my belly button and vulva: a picture of Amy, the cute Asian girl from the Futurama cartoon, with the bottom half of her pink pantsuit down around her ankles. She was cupping her vulva, her eyes glazed over in ecstasy and a wicked smile on her lips. Cindy had done an amazing job duplicating the character, with the colors especially bright and vibrant.

“It’s amazing,” Vicky said, shaking her head as she drew closer to get a better look. “Cindy’s outdone herself.”

“Oh my God!” Mom laughed. “I don’t believe it, but it is good! She really did do a fantastic job and… I have to say, I like it. It’s in an interesting place, too,” she added, a tinge of warmth appearing in her cheeks.

“So… you’re cool with it?” I asked, climbing down to perch on the table’s edge.

“Oh, honey, you’re old enough to decide these things for yourself,” she said, peering at it again.

“Thanks, Mom. Sorry I kept it a secret from you.” I was trying to sound casual and relaxed as Vicky started tracing around my tattoo with her finger.

“You’re in great shape, girl.” Vicky told me while stretching out one of my legs, then raising it toes-up in the air so she could examine it up and down. “Aren’t her legs nice, Helen?”

“Yes,” was all that Mom said. She was watching as Vicky bent to kiss my calf, her hand wandering down the inside of my thigh.

Let me tell you, Vicky’s touch felt wonderful. Nobody had ever paid that kind of attention to my legs. A tiny whimper escaped me as my pussy began to tingle and throb.

Reaching for my other leg, she offered it to Mom, looking her directly in the eye with a mysterious smile. My mother hesitantly took my leg and began to stroke it the way Vicky was. I felt my thighs part as they both caressed me, then Vicky’s lips gently grazed the back of my knee.

“Oh, that’s nice.” I breathed.

“Feels good, baby?” Vicky said teasingly.

“Mmmmm, yeah.” My heart was racing, then it pounded even faster when Mom lightly touched her lips to my other leg.

I watched as Mom’s eyes drifted shut, shocked not only by what she was doing, but how much she seemed to be enjoying it. Jesus H. Christ, I asked myself, what’s gotten into her?

“And what do we have here?” Vicky said, derailing my thoughts as she traced a fingertip down the front of my panties, making me shiver.

“Oooh!” I squealed. “That’s — that’s m-my pussy.”

“Mmmm, yes, your sweet little pussy. Oh, my, I see you shave down there. It’s beautiful, Jen — I’ll bet it’s just as yummy as your mom’s. Look, Helen.”

Mom was already looking, while still caressing and kissing my leg — only she was much closer to my inner thigh now, entranced by her lover’s actions.

Vicky’s lips were brushing my ear, her fingers teasing the cleft of my cunt. “And wearing see-through panties, you little hussy. Bet you’re a real firecracker of a girl, to wear such sexy undies. Hmm? Aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah!” I managed to blurt as she masturbated me.

“Uh-huh… but oh, my — your panties are all wet. Why is that, sugar? Bet I know why — you got turned on watching your mom and me kissing and touching each other, didn’t you? Admit it.”

“Oh… yes!”

“Tell me. Tell me what you were thinking.”

“Mmm! Ooooh! I was… was…”

“Yeeess?”

“I wanted to watch you guys fuck!” I cried. “Want — to see you lick Mom’s pussy!”

Oh my fucking God! Did I actually say that? Did I really mean it?

By then Mom was gazing at me with the strangest expression, rubbing herself up against the edge of the table, clutching my leg, occasionally touching it with her lips. Then she started stroking my belly, and I closed my eyes again, almost certain that when I opened them I’d be awake in my bed, greeting the new day. This had to be some crazy dream – had to!

I heard Vicky speak to Mom. “Why don’t you slip your hand inside her panties? Touch her, Helen — make your little girl feel nice.”

Startled, I opened my eyes to see Mom turned pale. “I d-don’t know about that, Vicky,” she stammered. “I… I really shouldn’t.”

Vicky gazed at my mother, a mysterious smile on her lips. “Go on, Helen. We both know you want to. And Jen will love it, I promise.” She reached out to cup Mom’s bare breast, teasing the nipple with her fingers. “C’mon, lover… touch your daughter.”

I was so certain that Mom would refuse, walk away from this craziness — maybe even tell her new girlfriend to go fuck herself. Instead, her hand inched beneath the waistband of my blue panties, slowly curving around to cup my vulva.

“Mom!” I gasped, utterly shocked. “That’s, that’s — ohhhhmyGOD, that feels so good!”

“Honey,” she whispered, gently teasing my slit, her fingers gently exploring the moist flesh.

Suddenly Vicky’s mouth was on mine and I was sucking her tongue. I felt her hands tugging my camisole down, then moving to cover my breasts through the silk bra I wore.

As we kissed, I felt hands slowly drawing my panties down. My mother’s hands. I moaned into Vicky’s mouth, then she began to trail kisses down my neck. Mom lightly brushed my clitoris, circling it with her finger.

“Oh! Oh my God, what’re you doing to me, Mom…” I raved, enveloped in a hot, strobing haze of sex.

I couldn’t believe Mom had gotten carried away like this — but I ached for her to pleasure me. She was my mother, I adored her, and at that moment I would let her have me anyway she wanted. Right and wrong was for another day.

“Look at those gorgeous tits,” Vicky said. “C’mon, Helen, let’s take her panties off.”

Mom helped Vicky do just that — the two of them raising my hips, then slipping my skimpy undies down and off. I spread myself wide open, showing my mom and her lover everything I had.

They both began to toy with my cunt, touching me all over and, before long, fucking me — each with a finger moving around inside my vagina while I writhed on the tabletop making loud, incoherent sounds. Then Vicky wriggled another finger into my anus, and I nearly bit through my lower lip. I was pounding like a bass drum, deep vibrations swelling and building inside.

Mom’s face came down to meet mine, and I moaned into her mouth as she kissed me full on the lips, her hand moving to cover my breast. I allowed my lips to part, accepting Mom’s tongue, and then we were kissing like lovers, just as passionately as Vicky and I had done at the party.

Two beautiful, sexy women were both masturbating me, and I could feel myself inching toward an orgasm. Not the kind I give to myself, either.

Vicky’s finger was working its way into my rectum while she and Mom continued to pleasure my cunt and clitoris. Suddenly I felt the urge to participate, to return this pleasure I was being given.

My hand fumbled into Mom’s already unbuttoned jeans, slipping past the waistband of her panties. She jerked and moaned into my mouth, spreading her legs for me, her cunt opening to take my exploring fingers.

This was hotter, crazier, kinkier than anything I’d ever done, or even fantasized about — lesbian sex with my own mother and her new girlfriend!

Mom and Vicky fingered me right there on the kitchen table until I came. They told me later that my mouth was wide open, though I made no sound at all, and they had to hold me down so I wouldn’t thrash myself right off the table. Definitely not the kind of orgasm I give to myself.

When I caught my breath, my mother and Vicky were kissing again, both of them leaning over me to do it.

My hand wandered back into Mom’s underwear, pausing to toy with her soft pubes before going deeper, seeking heat. Turning to Vicky, I placed my free hand on the front of the skirt she wore. Breaking their kiss, she looked down at my hand, then smiled as she saw what I was doing to Mom. Reaching for the hem of her skirt, she flipped it up, revealing a tiny pair of black lace undies as she perched next to me on the table.

“Don’t be shy, little girl – come on in,” she said, taking my hand and thrusting it into her panties.

I made myself right at home, exploring Vicky’s trimmed pubes before finding the clitoris, making her gasp. “Damn, Jen — you’ve got some verrrry wicked fingers…” Her face briefly vanished as Mom wrestled Vicky’s top off, baring her beautiful breasts.

Tossing the skimpy top away, Mom bent down to kiss and lick at a swollen nipple. Vicky sighed with pleasure, but her eyes were glued to the action going on in my mother’s panties, where I had two fingers buried in Mom’s cunt. Since I didn’t have enough leverage to thrust in and out, I settled for wiggling them around inside. I guess that worked because she began to moan, her honey oozing freely over my hand.

Mom’s breast was dangling just above my face as she nuzzled Vicky’s tits. Unable to resist a sudden impulse, I raised my head to capture a nipple with my lips, nursing from my mother for the first time since I was an infant.

I listened to the music of our disjointed moans, sighs and gasps, accompanied by the liquid sounds of mouths and fingers against naked flesh.

Suddenly Mom’s voice rang out: “Ohhh! Ooh, J-Jen, honey! Finger my pussy! M-m-make your mommy come!”

“Yeah! Let your little girl fuck you, Helen!” Vicky panted, staring at Mom as I worked both their cunts. She was clutching tightly at one knee, spreading herself wide open to give me better access. “Jesus, you two are sssso beautiful… oh God. Oh, God! Ohhhhh shit I’m coming I’m… I’m… oh, FFFFUUUUUCKK!!” She threw her head back, wailing in ecstasy at the trailer ceiling.

Mom wasn’t far behind, especially once I began to rub her clit with my thumb. She jerked violently, then began to shiver, a loud keening sound escaping from clenched teeth.

I felt so awesome right then, like the Queen of Everything. Maybe I was just a girl of sixteen, but I had what it took to bring two grown women to orgasm at the same time.

“Helen, baby?” Vicky finally said in between deep breaths.

“Um… yeah? Wha’s up?” Mom mumbled. My hand was still buried in her panties.

Vicky slowly raised herself and climbed down from the table to the floor, brushing the bangs back from her damp forehead with a sweep of the hand. “Let’s take your daughter to bed.”

Mom’s eyes drifted open, and she smiled sweetly. “Yeah,” she sighed. “That sounds like a plan.”

Gazing down at me, Vicky caressed my face. “Your mom and I are going to play with you some more, sugar.”

“Oh?” I asked senselessly, trying my damnedest to drive away the fog that lurked in my head right then.

“Awww, baby girl,” she chuckled, her voice warm and soothing as she cradled me to her breasts. “Don’t you want to have more sexy fun with me and Mommy?”

I nodded slowly, nuzzling Vicky’s gorgeous tits. Mom began to kiss my neck, her tongue emerging to lick in the hollow of my throat. I still had a hand stuffed in my mother’s panties, cupping her vulva.

“Tell us,” Vicky urged. “Tell us what you want. Say the words.”

My fingers stirred in Mom’s wetness, exploring. She moaned, working herself into my hand, her warm lips brushing my thighs.

“I want you and Mom to fuck me,” I said, staring into Vicky’s hazel eyes. “You can do anything you want. Anything.”

Victoria glanced at Mom, then back at me, shaking her head in wonder. “Like mother, like daughter. In every way.” Moistening her full lips, she rose to her feet. “Well, come on, ladies. Time’s a-wasting.”

They steered me through the length of the trailer to my mother’s boudoir, Mom in front with her finger buried in my cunt, Vicky groping my bare ass from behind.

Once we were in the bedroom, Mom quickly stripped me of my bra. Now I was naked, but for the turquoise socks I wore. “We’ll leave those on, ’cause they’re so cute,” my mother said with a smile.

Vicky placed a hand on my shoulder. “Jen, why don’t you take the rest of your mom’s clothes off? She’d love for you to eat her pussy, I bet.”

It was the most perverted thing I could imagine myself doing… but all I could think about was how much I wanted to strip Mom naked and go down on her. Where the fuck was this crazy urge coming from?

For years I’d only thought of my mother as the woman who raised me — sewed the buttons on my clothes when they came off, taught me to ride a bicycle, fixed me pancakes in the morning, gave me boring advice, put ointment on my scrapes and cuts, nagged me to clean up my room. I’d never thought of Mom as a sexual creature, or imagined her experiencing lust.

Seeing her in bed with Vicky that morning had turned my mental picture of Mom upside down. All day long I’d visualized the two of them fucking beneath the sheets: mouths crushed together, hands groping naked bodies, mouths and tongues exploring, cunt grinding against cunt.

Those images had turned me on something fierce, but I assumed it was only because I was hot for Vicky. Now I knew better. I wanted my sexy mother, too.

Kneeling before Mom, I wriggled her jeans down, followed by soaked panties. When she stepped from them, I couldn’t help but bring those warm undies to my face, breathing deeply of my mother’s womanly aroma and loving it.

“My goodness,” a wide-eyed Mom said, watching me smell her panties.

Vicky studied me admiringly. “She’s one hell of a young woman, Helen. You should be proud.”

“Oh, I am,” my mother quietly replied, with a firm nod. “I most definitely am.”

Rising to take Mom’s hand, I paused to give her a brief but intense French kiss, my tongue flirting with hers. We gently broke apart, then I led her to the bed. “You smell great, Mom. Now I want to taste you.”

She reached out to touch my cheek. “Oh, honey, I — I never even imagined doing something like this before, not in my wildest fantasies. It’s wrong, I guess, but that doesn’t matter. I want you so much.” Her eyes were moist. “I love you, Jen — more than anything.”

I grinned. “Jeez, Mom… I love you too, but save the sappy stuff for later. Right now, let’s fuck!”

She glared at me — then laughed, shaking her head. “All right, all right… far be it for me to screw up good sex by getting romantic with my smart-ass daughter.” Stretching herself out on the bed, my mother spread her legs wide apart. “See anything you like, little girl?”

I most certainly did. There it was — Mom’s pussy, glistening with wetness, awaiting the touch of a lover’s mouth. My mouth.

She watched me; lust, love and anticipation written on her face as I knelt between those beautiful legs and took a deep breath, drinking in the dizzying scent of her. Drawing nearer, I pressed a feather-light kiss upon my mother’s rosy flesh, those dark pubes tickling my nose.

“Mmmmm, yeah,” she moaned.

That was all the encouragement I needed. My lips parted to kiss her again — only this time I was frenching Mom’s cunt like a lover’s mouth, probing inside with my tongue. She was dripping, her essence bathing the lower half of my face. .

“Oh, Jen!” Mom panted, cradling my head between her thighs. “Jen, m-my angel – I love you…”

I let my mouth answer for me, sucking at her open slit, drinking from her as if I was perishing of thirst.

I felt hands roughly clutching my ass, spreading both cheeks apart. Then soft lips nuzzled my pussy, and I moaned into my mother as Vicky began to lick me, her tongue gliding up and down, up and down.

My soul was lit up like the Fourth of July, fireworks of ecstasy fizzing and popping every which way. Mom’s pussy was wet and warm and luscious, and going down on her turned me on like no sex ever had.

Then there was Vicky, who could not only charm a mom and her daughter into bed with her, but also get them to pleasure one another. Her mouth was doing marvelous things to my vagina.

Then her finger was tenderly circling my anus. It traced a spiral to the center, then pressed inward, slipping through the tight ring.

I’d never had my ass fingered before. I felt it in the pit of my belly, and moaned into Mom’s cunt as Vicky slowly penetrated me in one smooth, steady stroke — then I gasped as she immediately shifted into reverse, withdrawing that probing digit until only the tip remained.

The sensation was dizzying, but I managed to keep reasonably focused, going down on my mother like it was my last chance to eat pussy. She was staring sightlessly at the ceiling, mauling her breasts with both hands, raving, “Oh, honey… God, you lick m-my pussy so good — ooooohhh! I adore you, Jen…”

Now Vicky’s finger was pumping steadily in and out of my slippery rectum. My ass was arched up to meet her thrusts, which gave her room to do what she did next: slip her head beneath me, resting her free hand on my tailbone, then pressing my pelvis down until I was feeding her my cunt.

My heart hammered mercilessly against my ribcage. There I was, knee-deep in the kinkiest shit imaginable, so wild that even my dirty mind couldn’t have envisioned it: face buried between the legs of my own mother, eating her pussy while I rode the mouth of her lesbian lover.

A choked wail exploded from Mom’s lips, her thighs squeezing my head as she burst into orgasm. Her thick, warm juices flowed like wine, and I eagerly slurped them down. Determined to take my mother’s pleasure even higher, I blindly sought out her clit with my fingers, giving the fleshy nubbin a tweak.

Mom’s response was immediate, a violent shudder smashing through her body that nearly threw me on my ass. I held on, though, mouth still glued to her cunt.

Meanwhile, Vicky was busy working me from below, her tongue trailing up and down my slit. I had my legs spread as wide as they could go, opening myself up to her oral assault. She was still probing my ass, too, her finger buried to the hilt and rolling around inside me.

Mom was panting furiously, riding what felt like her third or fourth climax. I eased off a bit, not wanting to drive her completely nuts — instead, I covered her vulva with tender kisses. The tension in her frame eased somewhat, both arms falling limp by her side.

With one last loving kiss, I raised my face from Mom’s pussy, flashing her a very moist grin. She gave me a sleepy smile in return — just as Vicky sucked my clitoris between her lips.

“Oh… oh, shit,” I gulped, feeling the point of heat sparking off in the core of me, then building, relentless and roaring like a gasoline fire. It spread outward so fast that I barely had time to brace myself for its full impact.

An instant later I’d gone steel-rigid — clutching at my mother; face buried in her soft, welcoming thighs as a blinding orgasm seared its heat into me, body and soul.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! a shrill, frantic voice babbled in my head as Vicky took me through one climax after another. Damned if I knew what she was doing to me down there, but I swear that I could hear sirens, firecrackers, big iron bells and screeching saxophones, all going off at once.

Mom cradled me in her lap, her soft hands caressing my head as I wailed and moaned in ecstasy. “That’s right, baby,” she soothed, “let Vicky love you. Isn’t she amazing?”

I would have replied in the affirmative, except that simple speech was beyond me at that point. A jerky nod was the level best I could manage. In fact, I felt felt perilously close to bursting into tears. Not that I was at all unhappy, just emotionally overwhelmed.

Vicky finally took pity on me, removing her mouth from my cunt with a loud, appreciative smack. Her finger, however, continued to twist and probe inside my rectum for another few seconds. Then it, too, was gone, and I felt a hand giving my ass an affectionate pat.

Now I had the chance to catch my breath, as well as plant a few kisses on Mom’s thighs before slowly rolling onto my back. Through unfocused eyes I peered up into the face of my mother, who gave me the sweetest of smiles before her mouth dipped down to meet mine.

We enjoyed a lazy, languid kiss, tongues entwining, then Mom broke away. “I think that Vicky needs some attention now,” she murmured. “How ’bout you and I both get her off, hmmm?”

As you can imagine, that sounded like a pretty good scenario to me, so we got Vicky up on all fours and tag-teamed her from behind, taking turns licking her pussy. Then at one point, while I was doing her, Mom pried Vicky’s buttocks apart and began to tongue her asshole.

Despite all we’d already done, I was still a little shocked to see my mother doing something as lewd as licking a woman’s anus — even this wilder, more daring version of Mom that I was still getting to know and love. Hell, I’d never rimmed a partner before, or had it done to me. Realizing that made me want to try it for myself.

Kissing my way up to Vicky’s butt crack, I met Mom there. What I expected was that she and I would switch places, but somehow my mother and I started kissing.

So there we were, Mom and I — sharing sloppy French kisses and eating her new girlfriend’s asshole at the same time.

“Oh, yes – fuck, that’s good!” Vicky exclaimed. “N-now touch my clit, Helen, do my clit…”

Mom felt her way between Vicky’s legs, seeking her lover’s erotic center. I could tell when she found it, too, when Vicky gave a strangled yelp. “Yeah, b-babe, just like that…!”

Seconds later a savage jolt ran through Vicky’s frame, a howl ripping loose from her throat when she came. She began to rock forward and back, forward and back; head bobbing crazily as Mom and I continued to pleasure her with our fingers and mouths..

Mom drew back, leaving that gorgeous ass to me while her attention was centered on fingering her partner’s clitoris, so I eagerly took over on rimming duty, bathing Vicky’s anal cleft up and down with long swipes of the tongue.

Vicky’s body continued to shake and shudder as my mother and I drove her through at least two orgasms, maybe more. Finally she began to wind down, all but overwhelmed by our efforts.

Removing her hand from between Vicky’s thighs, Mom moved around the bed to face her lover, claiming the brunette’s panting mouth in an ardent kiss. I sat back on my haunches, relishing the sight of my mom and her new girlfriend making out.

Vicky rolled onto her back, taking my mother down with her without breaking their kiss, trailing both hands down Mom’s back to cup her shapely ass. Grasping both cheeks, Vicky pulled them slightly apart, giving me a breathtaking view of my mother’s pussy.

Unable to resist, I reached out to trace the juicy opening, then deftly slipped two fingers inside.

Mom moaned into Vicky’s mouth as I penetrated her, their tongue action growing even more heated while I probed around in that slippery cunt like I was drilling for oil.

Then my mother turned to peer up at me. “C’mere, honeybunch,” she purred, a sexy tone in her voice that made me tremble inside, “snuggle with us.” Rolling away from Vicky, she patted the bed between them.

I joined the two lovers, lying down with one on either side. My fingers were still buried to the hilt in Mom’s vagina. Her mouth found mine, and we shared a lust-filled kiss. Vicky was nuzzling my neck, her hand trailing down to grope my ass.

I was masturbating my mother, thrusting in and out of her dripping hole as Vicky’s finger slipped into my butt crack, pressing the taut rosebud, then continuing downward until she was stroking my slit.

Mom licked a path down to my breasts, burying her face in them with a blissful moan. I could feel her hand feeling its way between our sweat-glazed bodies.

Before I knew what was what, I was getting serviced by my mother and her lover simultaneously — Mom tweaking my clit while she licked and lightly bit my nipples, Vicky exploring me with two fingers.

I gave myself up to ecstasy, moaning joyfully as I came yet again. Things got sort of jumbled in my head, and I can’t exactly remember what happened after that.

My next impression was of drifting into wakefulness, brought into a brand new day by sounds of cooking. The scent of bacon perfumed the air. I stretched, yawned, then noticed with a start that I wasn’t in my own bed.

Turning around, I was confronted by the face of my mother, just as her own eyes fluttered open… and in a sudden rush of cold clarity, the events of last night flooded my mind.

Mom and I gaped in mixed surprise, disbelief and horror at one another, images flashing in my memory — one after the next depicting all the wild, freaky sex acts we’d indulged in, together and with Vicky.

I was suddenly tense, nerves jangling. Oh, God — what the fuck have we done?

Then Mom giggled, and that was when the absurdity of the whole situation hit me. I began to snicker along with her — and within seconds we were both laughing.

Finally Mom calmed herself, still gazing fondly at me. “Are we okay?” she asked, still smiling.

I reached for her hand, gave it a squeeze. “Yeah, Mom… we’re okay.”

We rose and got dressed in a mellow silence. I slipped on my panties, then padded down to my room to get a dressing gown. We met in the tiny kitchen, where Vicky was fixing breakfast.

“G’mornin’, ladies,” she drawled. “I used all the bacon and most of the eggs… hope you don’t mind.”

“Just serve it up,” said Mom, pausing to give her lover a passionate kiss. “I could eat a horse.”

Breakfast was, thankfully, a relaxed affair, devoid of awkwardness, jealousy or regret. What had happened had happened, and no one seemed to have been hurt in the process.

Still, I thought it best to step out for awhile after we ate, sensing that Mom and Vicky needed some time to themselves. I took a quick shower, threw on shorts and an old flannel shirt of my dad’s, then gave the two lovebirds brief hugs before making myself scarce.

I’d told Mom I was going over to Cindy’s trailer to play video games; really, I just wanted to be by myself for awhile, to think about what had happened. Slipping into the nearby woods, I wandered down to the creek, where there was a big rock I liked to sit on that I’d nicknamed The Frog. You could plunk yourself down in one particular spot and let your feet soak in the creek’s cool, flowing water.

So there I was, serenaded by the ambience of forest life — along with distant road sounds, to remind me of the nearness of humanity — while I pondered this huge new development in my life. I’d had sex with my own mom and her girlfriend, and it had been my greatest erotic experience by a country mile.

Did that mean I was a lesbian?

It wasn’t important, I decided. At that moment in time, my preference was absolutely for females, but I couldn’t swear that I’d never again be swept off my feet by some cute boy. I was only sixteen, after all; too young to hang a label on myself.

Then there was a much more unsettling question: was I now my mother’s lover?

I turned that idea over, then shook my head. No. No way. Fucking Mom had been beyond awesome, but I simply couldn’t wrap my mind around the idea of being her romantic partner. Didn’t compute.

Well then — what about Vicky? I’d certainly felt love-like stirrings for her at the party. She’d made my heart race, made my pussy drip.

No, that wouldn’t be right, either. She was my mother’s squeeze, at least for the time being, and I adored Mom too much to put myself in between them. The sex we’d shared had been wonderful, but I shouldn’t go looking for a repeat session.

Anyhow, I told myself with a smile, it’s not like I can’t find a girlfriend for myself…

Reassured, I rose to stand and stretch myself, bent to retrieve my shoes and socks, then strode barefoot back into the park to visit Cindy in her trailer, already making plans to crash on her couch for the night, if she was cool with it. Mom and her new lover deserved a night on their own.

*****

It’s been three years since that evening of lovemaking with Vicky and my mother. She and Mom are still together, and incredibly happy. They had their trailers placed side by side and now have a two-part home, though they still sleep in the same bed.

Me, I moved out of the park a year ago, into an apartment just down the road that I share with my girlfriend Cherie. I met her in my first year of college; a case of love at first sight. That cute boy never did show up to sweep me off my feet, and I don’t think he ever will.

Cherie’s an amazing girl, and I adore her completely — sweet and shy, with long honey-brown hair and big blue eyes that make my heart turn flips when I gaze into them. She loves comic books, old black and white movies and Chinese food, just like I do; and though our musical tastes differ, we agree more often than not. She’s amazing in bed, making love with a passion that leaves me breathless. Oh, and Cherie and I fit into each other’s clothes, which is just peachy.

There’s something else that makes Cherie special to me — she couldn’t be more understanding about the unusual relationship I have with my mother and her partner. You see, I continue to share their bed every now and then.

About three weeks after our one night together, Mom and Vicky invited me to drink wine with them; they’d splurged on two bottles of what Vicky claimed were superior vintages. Now I don’t know squat about wine, but it was Friday night and I was in a mood to relax with glass in hand, so I eagerly accepted.

I’d honestly believed that sex with Mom and her lover had been a marvelous one-time experience, never to be repeated. Instead, not long after we three had polished off the first bottle, my mother and Vicky sat down on either side of me, each placing a warm hand on my thigh.

A surge of mixed arousal and anticipation swelled beneath my tummy. Wide-eyed, I turned to my mother, and she kissed me. I eagerly sucked her tongue when it entered my mouth, relaxing into Vicky’s embrace as her hands slipped around me to claim my breasts.

Soon we were all naked and in bed, making love in a sweet frenzy. If anything, this time was even better than our debut as a threesome. Mom and Vicky ganged up on me, eating my pussy and asshole until I got off, then kept going until I begged them to stop.

Vicky wanted to watch me and my mother, so she stretched out next to us, fingering her pussy while Mom and I made out, kissing and touching one another for a long while, allowing our lust to build up into a blind animal heat. Then Mom reversed herself and thrust a leg between mine, scooting forward so that our sexes were pressed tightly together.

“Vicky taught me this,” she said, grasping my hips. “Bet you’ll like it, honeybunch.”

Did I ever! I’d yet to be introduced to the fine art of tribbing, and my mother made up for lost time, riding me hard in a sweaty, slippery lesbian fuck. I got the idea soon enough, and soon our bodies were pumping like pistons, cunt grinding into cunt, Mom and I clutching one another tightly as we bucked and rocked against one another.

We came simultaneously, a breathless explosion of wet flesh and entwined limbs that seemed to last for a small eternity. I was dazed, head whirling like a merry-go-round gone wild.

I’d more or less recaptured my breath when Vicky got to her knees, threw a leg over my face and straddled me, lowering her sex to my mouth. In no mood to tease, I glued my mouth to that juicy cunt and went to fucking town – giving my mother’s lover the best, nastiest head I could.

While eating pussy down below, I was treated to an amazing view of Mom kissing Vicky and fingering her clit. I lifted my head to place a small kiss on my mother’s hand, and she glanced down to give me a wink before returning to feast on her lover’s hot mouth.

Soon Vicky was coming in my face, honey flowing from her vagina. I drank deeply from her; gorged myself on the essence of my mother’s lover. Vicky rode me until she could take no more, then dismounted and took me in her arms, tasting herself on my lips and tongue.

So went the evening. The three of us explored lesbian love to the full, celebrating our sexuality to the point of exhaustion. We replenished ourselves on the last of the wine, accompanied by bread, cheese and fruit, then came together for one final bout of lovemaking — this time languid and gentle — before falling off to sleep in a sweaty tangle of bodies.

Ever since that night, I’ve been an occasional partner in the love life of Mom and Vicky. One of them will phone me on my cell with an invitation to a “sleepover”… and if I don’t have anything planned with Cherie, I’ll be there. Needless to say, sleeping is only a small part of what we get up to.

As I mentioned earlier, Cherie is completely cool with letting me join Mom and Vicky every now and then for a night of fucking. Admittedly, the whole idea of lesbian sex with one’s parent is still a little bizarre to her — then again, her mom isn’t nearly as desirable as mine.

We have an open invitation for Cherie to join us for one of our little sex parties, any time she’s of a mind to. Thus far, she has always politely refused. She admits that Vicky and my mom are hot, but insists “I’m a one-woman girl.” Still, we’re hoping that someday she will change her mind, at least for a night.

So that’s where my story stands, at least for now. As far as I’m concerned, life couldn’t be better… and it wouldn’t have shaken out the way it did if Mom and I hadn’t been forced to sell the family home and start all over. I guess that sometimes you have to lose what you have to get the things you really want.

Aunt Lisa’s Summer with Jenny, Chapter 7

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 12:43 pm

Life is a Movie

By Cheryl Taggert

Please note: This story and this chapter in no way should be taken as a suggestion that anyone should create or distribute child pornography. This is 100% fiction and needs to remain fiction. It is simply part of my fantasy life. – Cheryl

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

When Lisa and Cheryl entered the pool area, Jenny, Tammy, and Emily jumped out of the pool and skipped up to the adults and hugged them. Tina and Erin remained in the pool, unsure of what to do. They were aware their mother and Cheryl, who lived just down the street, knew they had just enjoyed sex with each other. They knew the adult women had been watching them as Tina licked little seven-year-old Erin’s pussy to her first orgasm. Still, they were embarrassed and a bit shy about leaving the water, which served as a mask to their nudity.

“Well, come on, girls,” said Lisa. “You can’t stay in there all day and night. It’s fine what we saw you doing. In fact, it was planned.”

Erin looked to her older sister to see what to do. Tina realized her mother was right, and they were just being silly to be embarrassed. After all, hadn’t Jenny and Tammy told them their mothers were watching what was going on in the pool and possibly even doing the same thing to each other?

“Let’s get out,” said Tina, and helped her little sister lift herself out of the water, playfully slapping her little sister’s butt as she pulled herself out. Next, Tina got out and came over to stand with the other naked girls. She noticed her mother’s naked state as well and found she couldn’t help but stare at her mother’s pussy. She had seen it before, only last week, and it wasn’t completely bald then. Now it was. Had she shaved her hair off down there? The thought of it excited the nine-year-old. Then she noticed Cheryl’s pussy as well. It, too, was bare of any hair.

Erin, however, was the one to speak of this new vision of their mother. “Mommy, you don’t have any hair down there anymore. What happened to it?”

“Mommy shaved it off, with the help of your cousin Jenny.”

Tina swallowed. “Can I help you next time?” she asked. The women giggled and the other girls joined them. It wasn’t until then that she realized they all knew she asked because she wanted to touch her mother’s pussy. She blushed so deeply her mother noticed.

“Of course you can, dear. We can have a lot of fun while we do it, too.”

Cheryl looked over at Lisa and her lust seemed to boil over. She stepped over to Lisa and leaned in to kiss her, their tongues undulating together. Cheryl’s hand went to Lisa’s breast and began pinching and rubbing the nipple, which was already stiff and at attention. The two women were the only ones who hadn’t come yet, and Cheryl intended to change that situation right in front of their daughters and Jenny.

They broke their kiss, and Lisa went to the poolside loungers, where she took the mattresses off and put them on the ground, forming a sort of double bed on the concrete surrounding the pool. The girls looked on as the two adult women lay beside each other and embraced, intertwining their limbs.

The girls came up and sat on the ground so they could watch what the women did. Tina and Erin were especially curious, and they scooted up so close to them they seemed almost to be hovering over their mother and Cheryl.

As they watched, Tina began to feel stirrings within her own little pussy. She wasn’t sure if she should touch herself or not, but she wanted to. She decided to hold off until she could better understand what was allowed and accepted.

Lisa was now sucking on Cheryl’s left breast. The women’s hands were gently rubbing and massaging the skin of the other, both enjoying the tender touches they knew would mount soon to stronger caresses and eventually to frantic efforts to bring the other woman to an orgasm, or at least closer to one. Lisa’s hand moved to Cheryl’s pussy. Ordinarily, she would have stretched the move to the center of Cheryl’s lust out and taken longer to get there, but she knew Cheryl was as horny as she was. They had watched their daughters having sex without coming, so each woman was on edge to get to an orgasm.

Jenny looked at her young cousins, who were saucer-eyed as they watched their mother with Cheryl. Erin was watching her mother’s fingers as they spread Cheryl’s pussy to reveal the inner labia, which were swollen and slickly wet. Tina looked as if she wanted to join the women in their lovemaking. Her lips were subconsciously making movements that mimicked her mother’s sucking of Cheryl’s nipple.

Jenny was on the opposite side of the women from Tina, and she wanted to touch her cousin’s pussy and make her feel good. She stood up and moved over to the other side and pulled Tina into her lap. Tina looked around suddenly and noticed she was now in her cousin’s lap. She felt Jenny’s hand as it moved down her lower tummy to her pussy and instinctively spread her legs to allow Jenny free access to her.

Jenny cupped Tina’s small pussy and crooked her middle finger up into the folds to find her little cousin’s clit. When she found it, she began to rub it gently, feeling the little nub of flesh at her fingertip. Tina’s reaction was instant. She obviously loved the feeling. Jenny continued working Tina’s pussy as they watched the women.

By this time, Lisa and Cheryl were kissing each other passionately and had fingers plunging in and out of the other’s pussy. Jenny could see the milky fluid that had gathered on their fingers as they stroked in and out. The women were moaning and near orgasm. Jenny began to rub a bit more forcefully on Tina’s pussy.

Sudden movement out of the corner of her eye caught Jenny’s attention. Tammy was moving down into a lying position so she could get her mouth on Tina’s slit. Emily was now coaxing Erin to lie down so she, too, could get her mouth on a pussy.

The women began to come as they ignored what was happening around them. Fingers flashed through the pussy lips of the other woman as each worked to give the other the best orgasm they could. When they finished coming, they looked over at the young girls. What they saw made them smile at each other.

Tammy had her head buried between Tina’s legs, obviously relishing the taste of the nine-year-old. Jenny was leaning back, one hand where it could rub Tina’s pussy, the other between Tina’s ass and her own pussy, where she was now masturbating herself as well. Erin was lying back and looking at her mother and Cheryl while Emily licked her pussy. While Emily did this, she had one hand on her own pussy, where the women could see that she was rubbing the lips and tiny clit in an effort to bring herself to another orgasm.

Cheryl and Lisa continued their lovemaking by twisting around so they could sixty-nine while being serenaded by the lustful sounds of their daughters and Lisa’s niece as they got each other and themselves off.

Soon they were all lying on the ground in various states of sexual satisfaction. It was then that Lisa decided to share her money-making idea with the others.

“Let’s go inside and get some food and drink. I’m starved,” she said. They got up and fairly wobbled into the house, their knees weak from the orgasms.

Once they had sat down to eat, Lisa asked, “Who’s up for making some money?”

The girls and Cheryl looked at her, the word ‘how’ obvious on their faces.

“What are you talking about?” asked Cheryl.

“Porn.”

“You mean—?” said Cheryl, her unfinished question obvious to Lisa.

“Why not?” asked Lisa.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because it’s illegal in every country in the world?”

“But it’s still out there, isn’t it?”

“Aunt Lisa, do you mean you want to make porn movies of us and sell them?” Jenny asked.

“Sure. We could make a lot of money.”

“And how do you propose we do this and stay out of jail?” asked Cheryl.

“Well, first, by being extremely careful. We won’t sell to anyone who doesn’t provide us with some of the same. That way they are as guilty as we are. I’ve been online, and I can tell you there’s plenty of this stuff out there. There are even clubs. I think we may even be able to find a distributor.”

“Won’t we be recognized? I would hate to have some perv come up to me at the grocery store and comment on how good I looked in my latest DVD,” Cheryl said, still unsure of Lisa’s idea.

“We’ll wear masks, like the ones during Mardi Gras. I have several in a box in my closet.”

“I don’t know, Lisa. That just sounds too risky,” said Cheryl.

“If I can come up with a plan to distribute the movies that would be safe, would you be willing to do it?”

Cheryl looked at the girls sitting around the table. They were smiling. She could see they loved the idea.

“Well, first let’s see if we have any talent in filming each other.”

“It’s porn; it’s children; it’s us. There doesn’t need to be any talent as directors or film makers. The men and women who watch this stuff just want to get off.”

“Please, Mommy?” asked Erin.

She was licked, and she knew it. “Okay, we can make the movies, but no selling them until we are absolutely positive we have a surefire way not to get caught.”

All the girls squealed and Lisa smiled. “You won’t regret it; I promise.”

After they finished eating, Lisa moved everyone to her bedroom. She took out the video camera and set it up on a tripod. She pulled out some costumes she had from previous trips to New Orleans for Mardi Gras and passed feathered masks around to each of them. They worked to adjust them to the girls’ heads and soon nobody was easily recognizable. They decided to film Cheryl and her daughters first since they had the most experience with each other and wouldn’t look too hesitant.

Cheryl sat on the bed, with Tammy on her right and Emily on her left. Lisa started the camera recording and pointed at Cheryl to let her know to begin.

“Hi, I’m — um — Cheryl,” she began. “This is my thirteen-year-old daughter Tammy.” Tammy smiled and waved at the camera. “And this is my eight-year-old daughter Emily.” Emily copied her sister by smiling and waving at the camera. “We are lesbians. Incestuous lesbians, in fact. I admit I seduced my daughters when they were very young. They love what we do together. The person operating the camera is Lisa. She has sex with her neice, Jenny, 12, and her daughters, Tina 9, and Erin, who is 7. The girls are all here too and watching what I do with my daughters. Now if you will sit back, take out your vibe or dildo if you’re a woman and want to use one, or tissues if you’re a man, and enjoy, we will — um — entertain you.”

Cheryl lay back on the bed and held her arms out to her daughters. They moved to their mother and each began to suck the nipple offered by her. Tammy took the left nipple and Emily the right. Each girl was squatting on her knees, with heels pressed into the tops of her thighs, making their most intimate areas easily accessible to their mother. Cheryl quickly took action to play with her daughters’ asses.

Lisa moved the camera shot closer with the zoom, focusing on Cheryl’s hand on Tammy’s ass. The girl’s mother was squeezing her daughter’s shapely ass cheeks, allowing her fingers to graze against the girl’s puckered anus. Her right arm was around Emily’s waist as well, and it was easy to see from Emily’s reaction that her mother was making her ass tingle with sexual touches. Both girls moaned in near unison.

Soon the three had changed positions and the two girls were lying on their backs beside each other, their legs spread. Cheryl had moved down to where she could play with her daughters’ pussies. She had her hands on the soft flesh and was playing with the girls’ pussy lips, teasing them into mounting desires. Tammy reached down and pulled her lips apart, exposing her inner labia. Her small clit was peeking out from its hood, begging for attention, as Tammy stretched the skin of her pussy.

“Lick my pussy, please, Mommy? It wants you to lick it. Please?”

Cheryl smiled at her daughter. “Of course, my darling,” she said and moved to where she could lick Tammy’s wet pussy. She started with the outer and inner labia, avoiding the clit. Her left hand was still playing with Emily’s pussy. As she became more engrossed in licking Tammy, though, her hand began to lose its focus.

Jenny saw this and decided it was high time she joined the fun on the bed. She moved to the large bed and lay down, placing her face above Emily’s little eight-year-old pussy. She dove in, covering the child’s pussy with her mouth. Her tongue began to undulate against the soft inner flesh and soon, Emily was in orbit.

Tammy, too, was nearing an orgasm as her mother licked and sucked her pussy, but Cheryl had a different idea. She wanted to switch places with Jenny so she could be on camera licking her younger daughter’s pussy too. She tapped Jenny and with a quick nod of her head, indicated she wanted to switch places. Jenny smiled, her lips covered with spit and Emily’s pussy juices, and moved over to Tammy’s pussy. As she did, Cheryl moved to Emily and planted her mouth against the bald little pussy and began to feed on the juices that Emily’s pussy was giving her.

Lisa moved the focus in close again, catching first the ecstatic look on Emily’s face, then moving down to show the reason for that ecstasy, her mother’s lips glued to her dripping pussy. Cheryl looked ecstatic as well, her eyes half-closed as she relished the taste of her daughter’s small pussy.

Lisa then moved over to video Jenny and Tammy, panning down their bodies to show them as they enjoyed what was happening. Tammy’s mask had moved slightly so that her eyes were not visible. Lisa got Tina’s attention with a waving hand and indicated she needed to adjust the girl’s mask so she could see.

Tina, thinking her mom wanted her to join her cousin and neighbor as well as adjust the mask, did exactly what she thought her mom wanted–which was exactly what she herself wanted since the tingling in her pussy was in need of some attention, and her own hand just didn’t seem to be working to bring her to climax as she had masturbated herself while watching the erotic scene before her.

Tina climbed up on the bed, adjusted Tammy’s mask, and then moved to kiss her passionately on the lips. Tammy responded, darting her tongue around her neighbor’s mouth and squealing with this newest delight. Tina moved her hand to Tammy’s breast and began to squeeze it and pinch the erect nipple.

At that moment, squeals from the other side of the bed got Lisa’s attention. She panned over to Cheryl and Emily, where Emily was bucking her hips into her mother’s face. Cheryl was doing her best to keep her mouth glued to her young daughter’s pussy while she came. Lisa pulled the focus of the camera wider and caught the two — mother and daughter — as Emily finished her come. Her belly was spasming with the after-shocks of the intense climax. Cheryl was smiling up at the prone, naked angel. Emily’s pussy was exposed, and Lisa moved in for a close-up of the girl’s pussy as it finished its climax. She could see the pussy clench with each spasm that shook the girl’s body. Finally, Emily’s hand came into view and cupped the swollen flesh of her pussy and pressed against the sensitive skin.

New movement on the bed brought the camera’s eye to the younger girls — Tammy, Jenny, and Tina — as Tammy began her own climax. Jenny had moved over and she and Tina were taking turns licking Tammy’s pussy. Tammy was just beginning to roll into her orgasm. The two girls who were worshiping Tammy’s pussy began a dual assault of the tender, swollen flesh, both tongues licking and dipping into the fountain of pussy come, causing Tammy to scream out her orgasm.

Lisa herself was on fire. Her pussy needed immediate attention, but her hands were occupied with the camera. Looking around while holding the camera more or less steady on the girls on the bed, she called for Erin. She noticed the girl’s hands were already busy with her own pussy as she watched the erotic scene on the bed.

“Erin, honey. Come over here and help Mommy, okay?”

Erin moved to her mother’s side. “Whatcha want me to do?” she asked. Lisa knew their short conversation would be audible on the video they were making, but she didn’t care. If they ever did sell this, it would only heighten the sexual tension of the scene.

“Mommy’s going to squat a little. I want you to crawl under Mommy and lick her pussy, okay?” Lisa could hear the wanton desperation in her voice. She needed to come, and she needed it now. Erin had never licked her mother’s pussy, but the thought of doing so had formed earlier that day and had excited the little seven-year-old. She was eager to try to please her mother in that way.

“Okay!” she answered. Her enthusiasm for the task was obvious in the sound of her reply.

Lisa squatted a bit and her daughter crawled beneath the offered pussy, first looking into it and reaching up to touch it with trembling fingers. It was the first adult pussy she had ever touched, and it thrilled her.

“Now, lick Mommy,” said Lisa.

Erin moved her mouth to her mother’s pussy and began to do what her mother asked.

The instant pleasure made Lisa nearly drop the camera, it felt so good. She decided to return the favor as soon as this filming session had ended.

Looking through the camera to find some action on the bed, she noticed that Tammy had now moved over and was licking her mother’s pussy as if her only desire in the world was to do just that. The thought occurred to Lisa that it probably was her only desire at that moment. Jenny and Tina were in a sixty-nine next to them. Emily had recovered somewhat from her massive orgasm and was watching what was happening on the bed around her, but it was clear she had been sated by the tongue-licking from her mother.

Cheryl began to buck and heave with her orgasm. Lisa did her best to keep the camera focused on her and Tammy, but it was getting more difficult as her own climax approached. As Cheryl’s climax began to subside, Jenny and Tina hit their own crescendo as their orgasms hit them simultaneously. Lisa again did her best to keep the camera focused on them as they rode each other’s tongue to utter delight. The girls screamed into each other’s pussy as they rode their climaxes to the end.

Moments later, they were all lying back on the bed, satisfied for the moment. Lisa, on the other hand, was beginning to tremble with need. She looked at Tammy, who seemed to be the most mobile of the girls on the bed.

“Tammy, come take the camera and film me and Erin!”

Tammy could see that Lisa’s need was immense, so she quickly complied. Lisa took Erin by the hand and moved to the bed with her, finding a spot where they could lie down together.

Erin moved to her mother’s pussy again and began to lick in earnest. She was going to bring her mother to an orgasm while being videotaped doing it! The thought excited her as she imagined watching the event later.

“Erin,” Lisa gasped, “put your fist inside Mommy’s pussy and pump it in and out.”

“All of it?” Erin asked, wanting to be sure that was what Mommy wanted.

“All of it!” Lisa nearly shrieked.

Jenny, seeing the girl might not know how to accomplish this task, moved down to where Erin was. She took Erin’s hand, and put the four fingers inside the slippery vagina. Then she moved the thumb inside and, telling Erin to make a fist inside her mommy’s pussy, urged the girl’s small fist deeper into Lisa’s pussy. It moved in easily since Lisa’s pussy was well-lubricated by the sea of fluids leaking from her hole. In seconds, it seemed, Lisa’s pussy exploded with the orgasm that had been building since the filming session began. Tammy caught it all with the video camera.

Lisa quickly recovered from the climax and pulled little Erin up to where she could lie on the bed. She crawled down to her seven-year-old’s pussy and began to lick. Erin felt the heavenly touch of her mother’s mouth and tongue against her pussy. More movement on the bed caused Lisa to look up to see what was happening. All of the girls, including Cheryl, were moving to take a position of making love to little Erin.

Tina moved to where she could kiss her sister. Their tongues intertwined and Erin’s squeal of delight showed she was enjoying her big sister’s attention. Jenny moved to one nipple as Cheryl moved to the other. Although the little girl had nothing more than a small nipple, as they began to suckle the young girl, she moaned. It was the first sexual stimulation of her nipples, and it surprised her how nice it felt to have her cousin and the woman from down the street sucking them. Emily moved down to where Lisa was licking her daughter. She moved a hand down below where Lisa was licking and used her fingers to play with Erin’s tiny labia before moving down to squeeze her hand into the crack of Erin’s butt to get to the tiny sphincter and push her pinky finger just an inch into the little girl’s butt hole. They were all, except for Tammy who was reluctantly taping the adventure, making love to the seven-year-old.

It was at this point that two things happened. First, Erin’s body responded to the lovemaking by giving her an orgasm that was better than anything the girl had ever felt before. It sent shivers up and down her spine and caused her whole body to feel as if it were in a fire that did not hurt or injure her. It was a fire that she fell instantly in love with. And that was the second thing that happened. As the climax finally subsided, she silently swore to herself that it was a feeling she would do anything to achieve for the rest of her life. At the tender age of seven, she — like the others around her — became a sex addict. But unlike many who have come to suffer from that, she did not suffer at all. In fact, she relished it. She pictured herself with girls and women, with boys and men. She saw herself doing vague things to the boys since she was not sure what was done to have sex with them, but she knew she wanted it, as long as it brought the feelings she had just experienced.

And that was when another orgasm, one that came without anyone touching her, slammed into her body and melted her insides.

The others had left her on the bed as they moved to get cleaned up after their long session of sex and orgasms. She found herself alone while she had fantasized herself into another orgasm.

Soon, she drifted into sleep. Everyone’s life would be different from now on.

Lisa moved to her computer, where she began to research how to go about distributing their movie without being caught.

Continue on to Chapter 8

Aunt Lisa’s Summer with Jenny, Chapter 6

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 12:31 pm

Tina and Erin’s Adventure

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

“Okay, girls, put your suitcases upstairs in your room,” Lisa told her daughters once they were home from the airport.

Tina and Erin were both disappointed and happy. They were disappointed that their vacation with Daddy had been cut short, but they were happy that their cousin Jenny was there. They liked their older cousin and wanted to spend time with her.

“Can we go swimming, Aunt Lisa?” asked Jenny, trudging upstairs to deposit the girls’ shared suitcase on their bed. Then to the girls, she asked, “You want to go swimming, don’t you?”

Tina and Erin both nodded, smiling at their cousin.

“Sure, Jenny,” said Lisa. “The girls must unpack first, though.”

Jenny was helping the girls by lugging the larger suitcase, the heavier one, to the girls’ room while the two younger sisters were carrying their personal bags. Jenny had moved her things to Aunt Lisa’s room so the girls would be able to sleep in their own room. They had figured that the two little girls would think nothing of this arrangement.

Jenny helped the girls unpack, making sure to do the unpacking of the girls’ panties as she helped. Then she remained with them to talk while they got into their little bathing suits. She noticed the girls’ little pussies and tiny, boyish asses while they dressed in their bikinis. Tina’s was a little yellow one with black stripes that looked like a tiger’s, while Erin’s was solid pink. Jenny also noticed that Tina had been aware of her nudity in front of her blossoming cousin, smiling shyly as she revealed her flat chest and pussy to Jenny’s gaze. Jenny decided to look at the girls without trying to hide her intentions. What would they do, anyway? Tell Aunt Lisa? Besides, it would help set up the plan for the girls. Erin even danced about in the nude, enjoying the eyes on her and giggling.

“Now you two can come with me while I get into my bikini so we can keep talking, okay?” she said nonchalantly when they had finally finished changing.

Tina, especially, grinned at this. It was obvious she wanted to get a look at her cousin’s body.

“Sure,” she said, and Erin copied her response, “Sure.”

They entered Aunt Lisa’s room and Jenny began to undress. She watched the girls as she did so and noticed their eyes were literally glued to her body as it was revealed to them. Even little seven-year-old Erin was gaping. Jenny felt it was perhaps the idea that she had started growing titties that held their interest so well.

Tina commented on them. “Wow! You’re growing boobs!” she said in awe. She had noticed the way Jenny’s top had blossomed out from the level area of her chest, but seeing her cousin’s boobs in the flesh amazed her.

“Yep. I love them.” Then Jenny looked at the door of the room as if checking to see if Lisa was nearby. Then she whispered, “You wanna feel `em?” in a very secretive way, as if letting the girls into a private confidence.

Both girls looked at the door.

“Your mom’s downstairs. She’s busy cleaning up our breakfast dishes. You want to or not? They feel real cool. All soft and everything, but the nipples are kinda hard and stiff like cherries.”

The two little ones moved quickly to Jenny, Tina first with Erin following her lead. They reached out and each girl took a tit in her hand and began to massage it. It felt wonderful to Jenny.

“Gosh, they feel great!” said Tina. Erin just grinned her agreement, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “Do you like it when they are squeezed like this?” Tina continued, curious about the small globes and the feelings they might produce.

“Yeah. I love how it feels. As far as I’m concerned you don’t have to stop!”

Erin giggled. “Mommy will notice if we don’t come downstairs,” she said in a giggling whisper.

Jenny was still bottomless as well. Tina looked down and noticed the hair that was beginning to cover Jenny’s mound.

“Whoa! You’re getting hair there too.”

“Touch it,” Jenny said. “Go ahead,” she added when they both looked apprehensive and unsure of whether they should or not.

“What if Mommy comes upstairs?” asked Tina, obviously wanting to touch the downy hairs but worried about being caught.

“We’ll hear her. Go ahead before it’s too late.”

Both girls moved hands nervously to the soft, sparse fur of her pussy. They touched the hair, but avoided the slit itself, probably for fear of getting too intimate with their cousin. Jenny didn’t push it, allowing the girls to simply rub the hair for now, even if her slit did ache for them to touch it.

Finally, Jenny decided to move things down to the pool to avoid the idea that she wasn’t being careful about Aunt Jenny. It wouldn’t do for the girls to suspect things too soon.

Lisa was getting anxious as well. She knew the plan was to get the girls into the pool and start messing around in there, and she wanted Jenny to bring them downstairs to the pool so she could watch the fun from her bedroom window without being seen. She decided to hurry things up. There was no telling how long they would be if they were not prodded away from whatever Jenny had them doing upstairs.

“Girls? Are you going swimming or not?” she called from the bottom of the stairs. She could hear commotion in her bedroom and the girls made their way downstairs, Jenny pulling her bikini bottoms up at the top of the stairs as the girls tumbled down. They did not look back to see the grin on Jenny’s face as she looked at their mother. Lisa noticed that Jenny was tugging her bottoms into place. So, the fun had started already. Little Jenny was a fast worker indeed.

“I’ll fix some lunch in about an hour. You girls have that long,” she said to them as the two younger girls ran squealing to the pool.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” shouted Erin, who trailed her older sister, but was well in front of Jenny, who had hung back to speak to Lisa.

“They have touched my titties and my pubic hair already,” she said with a triumphant smile. “They are really sexy little things. They were very eager to touch and look at me.”

“Well, get out there, rotten egg,” Lisa said, smiling at the mention of what she would be by being “last one in.” She glanced at her little angels, who were already in the pool. “I’m going upstairs to watch.”

“And…?” Jenny grinned, knowing full well her aunt wouldn’t be able to keep her hands from her wonderful pussy.

Lisa slapped her niece on the ass and smiled. “And get out there and seduce my daughters! But don`t forget to ask me about you-know-what.”

“I won’t,” Jenny answered, moving out to the pool and jumping in. Then she did what had been planned beforehand. She leaned on the edge of the pool and called out.

“Aunt Lisa?!”

Lisa came outside and stood there looking at them. “Yes?”

“Since we are all alone here, can we go skinny dipping?”

Tina and Erin looked at Jenny with wide eyes. They went swimming naked when they were home, but never when anyone else but Mommy and Daddy were there. Lisa looked undecided.

Then she looked at the girls and said, as if she`d weighed the question and made up her mind, “I guess you can. I couldn’t let you if Greg was here, but since he’s not, go ahead.” She turned and headed inside and upstairs, where she placed a phone call to Cheryl, undressed, and sat at her bedroom window to watch the fun.

The girls were naked now, swimming in the pool and splashing each other. She watched as Jenny moved to one of the jets and settled in there to let the water force itself against her pussy. She felt her own pussy moisten.

Jenny was leaning with her arms folded over the edge of the pool, enjoying the feel of the pressure.

Tina swam up to her. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Something that feels really nice.”

Tina, of course, knew it felt nice. She had done it before herself, as had Erin. They both enjoyed the feel of the jets against their little pussies, but Tina also knew her mom could come outside any second now.

“What if Mommy sees you? She’ll get mad.”

“She won’t see. Besides, she told me before we came out here that she was going to take a shower and watch some TV. She’ll get interested in some show and forget we are even out here.”

Tina wasn’t sure. She wanted to act grown up with Jenny so her cousin would want to be with her, but she didn’t want to get in trouble with her mother. She heard a giggle behind her and turned around. Erin was at a different jet, already having fun.

“Erin’s doing it,” said Jenny.

“She’s only seven and doesn’t think about getting caught sometimes.”

“Believe me, we won’t get caught. And how do you know your mom would get mad? Everybody does this, you know.”

This was news to Tina. She had thought that this was some private thing only she and Erin knew about. In fact, it had surprised her when she noticed Jenny doing it too.

“How do you know everyone does it?” Tina asked skeptically.

“Because I am older than you and I know. I even saw your mom doing it.”

“You did not!” accused Tina.

Jenny looked at Tina. “Does it feel good to you when you do this?”

Tina nodded without speaking, the wheels turning and already knowing what Jenny would say next. She had to admit that it made sense.

“Then why wouldn’t it feel good to your mom too? She is still a woman, you know, and adults feel these things a lot more than young girls do.”

Tina looked directly into Jenny’s eyes. “You mean it? My mom did this? And you saw her?”

Jenny smiled at her. “Uh-huh. She even came.”

Tina had heard that term before, of course, at school and while playing with friends. Older boys and girls used the word a lot when they were talking about things that Tina wasn’t sure she completely understood. She had been able to gather that it had to do with sex and the feelings she had when she and Erin touched each other or themselves. She also understood that it was a very good thing to have happen to you.

“Have you ever came?” asked Tina, deciding she could talk to her cousin like this and not worry about being called dumb or a baby.

“Come. It’s `Have you ever come?’” she corrected. “Yes. I have. Lots of times.”

“Does it feel really good?”

“God, yes!” She was starting to build to a climax right then and there as the pressure continued assaulting her pussy while she talked to her naked cousin. Her breathing was becoming erratic as she looked at her pre-pubescent beauty. “Why don’t you go find yourself a jet and stick with it long enough to find out what it’s like?”

“What what is like?” asked Tina, not fully understanding.

“Cumming,” Jenny answered with a shudder. Her eyes were starting to glaze. “It feels so good!”

Tina finally accepted the idea that her mom wouldn’t catch them, and if she did, she could just blame Jenny, who would just mention that Mommy did it too, so why not them? She smiled and swam away to find her own jet where she could position her naked little body.

Jenny had been struggling not to look up at her aunt’s bedroom window, where she knew Aunt Lisa was watching them. As Tina moved to her own jet, Jenny chanced a glance upward. She could see a sort of silhouette of her aunt behind the darkened window, a sensuous shape that was watching them, perhaps even touching her pussy. The idea excited Jenny, and she returned to her pool jet with a contented sigh.

Lisa was watching the two girls talking as Jenny allowed the water to pulse against her pussy. She noticed that Erin was listening to them, but she was already enjoying the feel of the water filtration system of the pool for herself. She pictured her baby’s pussy in the crystal clear water as the jet massaged the little hairless lips and tiny clit beneath. She swallowed hard as her breath quickened.

Lisa heard the front door open quietly. Silent, padded footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Cheryl, Tammy, and Emily came into the bedroom. Tammy and Emily were in bathing suits, and Cheryl began taking off her clothes to join Lisa.

“Go ahead downstairs to the pool. When you get there, Jenny will tell you that you can go skinny dipping. Just say I told you two to head out there and join them,” said Lisa, smiling at Cheryl as she saw that her friend had worn nothing underneath the light cotton jumpsuit but a thong, which was quickly discarded.

Tammy and Emily kissed the two women before heading to the pool. It occurred to Lisa that such kisses were not the ones most girls gave grown women. They had used their tongues to kiss the women deeply and passionately.

“We’ve had to hold back all day. I’ve had to tell Emily to stop touching herself or Tammy at least a half dozen times already,” said Cheryl with a laugh as they noticed the girls entering the pool area below.

The two women watched as the girls ‘caught’ Jenny, Tina, and Erin masturbating themselves in the pool.

Tina and Erin moved away from the jets quickly, but Jenny remained where she was. Something was said, and Tammy and Emily stripped. Tina and Erin moved back toward their water jets as Tammy and Emily moved to share the last available one.

“Well, that looked easily smoothed over,” said Cheryl, leaning in to kiss Lisa’s neck.

Lisa moaned slightly at the contact. “You can keep doing that, but I still want to watch what happens.”

“Me, too. I was just giving you a sample of what awaits you.”

When the two sisters from down the street entered the pool area, Tammy had spoken up, interrupting the private moments of the three girls. “Oh, my. Having fun already? Your aunt said we should just come on out to the pool,” she said to Jenny.

Jenny had not moved, but the two younger girls did, obviously ashamed at being caught.

“Aunt Lisa said we could skinny dip, so you can take off your bathing suits and join us,” she said lazily, starting to tremble from the sensations that were telegraphing throughout her body from her pussy.

Tammy looked at Tina and Erin and said, “Don’t worry, girls. We won`t tell. Besides, why do you think we came over?”

Tina and Erin watched as Tammy and Emily moved to share their own jet at one end of the pool. Emily stood in front of Tammy, who crouched down some and took her little sister into her lap so they could both enjoy the water’s pressure.

“Go ahead,” said Jenny, looking at her cousins. “It’s okay. We do this a lot together.”

Tina and Erin moved back into place. Tina kept looking at Tammy and Emily as the sensations caused by the pool’s jets on her pussy resumed. She wasn’t sure, but it looked as if Tammy was also playing with Emily’s pussy while they enjoyed the spray. She and Erin had played around like that before, but it was a bit of a shock to think that their neighbors did that too. Like the enjoyment of the pool’s jets, she had thought only she and Erin played such games. Then it became obvious that Tammy was indeed touching Emily’s pussy. As Tina watched, Emily put her feet against the side of the pool and pushed, raising her hips above the water line for a moment. Tammy’s hand was busy gently rubbing the exposed flesh of her little sister’s pussy. The sight suddenly turned Tina on more than she ever thought it would. It also turned her on to see that Erin had noticed it too.

Erin was beginning to really enjoy what was happening. She had always enjoyed the fun she and her sister had together in the pool, the tub, or their bedroom. Her pussy was eager for the sensations she felt when they played like that. She loved the feel of Tina’s hand on her pussy, as well as what her own hand could do for her. She loved the feel of her sister’s pussy against her hand too. She was having fun looking around now and seeing that the other girls were enjoying themselves like this.

Suddenly, she wanted Tina to touch her the way that Tammy was now touching Emily. She was glad Tammy and Emily did these things too. In her young mind, she was already thinking that fun and games with their neighbors might begin on a regular basis from this. She was suddenly very happy that their vacation with her Daddy had been cut short. She quickly swam over to Tina and placed her butt in front of her sister’s pussy.

“Rub me that way, too,” she said with a grin.

Tina obliged happily. She had forgotten all about her mother. She was consumed with the sex that was taking place all around her. She placed her hand on her baby sister’s pussy and began to rub the way she knew Erin liked it, concentrating at the top of her pussy. She didn’t know why, but that was where she liked it most too.

Erin raised her little pussy up too by placing her feet on the wall and pushing back against her sister. She had never done this before, but the idea of it excited her from watching Tammy and Emily. She was unaware of her mother and Cheryl looking down on them from above.

Lisa and Cheryl were enjoying the show that was happening below them. Their daughters and Lisa’s niece were busily closing in on wonderful orgasms. They weren’t sure how Jenny, Tammy, and Emily would handle the inclusion of them, but Jenny had said not to worry, she would figure something out.

They were casually rubbing their pussies, delighting in the heat between their legs. Finally, Cheryl reached over and replaced Lisa’s hand with her own. Lisa smiled at Cheryl, who returned the smile seductively.

“I always enjoy someone else’s hand more,” she said, and Lisa took the hint and put her hand on Cheryl’s steamy pussy and began to rub.

Their attention returned to the erotic scene below.

Jenny was nearing her orgasm, and she knew it was going to be a big one. She reached down and began rubbing her pussy, aiming the stream of pressurized water at her clit that was beneath her working fingers. She began to moan aloud rhythmically as the sensations began to rock her body. The burning tingle started at the center of her cunt and started to spread outward. Finally, she started screaming loudly in short bursts as the waves of her climax pulsed through her body.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” she grunted wordlessly.

Tina was worried suddenly. She quickly remembered that her mother was inside and would easily hear the sounds of Jenny’s screams. She knew her mom would be rushing out to investigate the noises in a matter of seconds.

She looked over at Jenny. Her cheek lay against her arm, which was draped over the pool’s edge, and her eyes and mouth were both open wide with the intensity of the orgasm.

“AH! AH! AH!” she cried out blissfully, rocking herself into her hand and the jet of water with each spasm.

Tina pushed her little sister away and swam quickly to Jenny. “Shush!! Are you crazy? My mom will hear you!”

Jenny looked bleary-eyed at her little cousin. Her orgasm was subsiding and the breathless moans had begun to subside into whimpers. She wondered absently what Tina would have done if she had “gone on the roller coaster.”

“So?” she asked softly.

So? She’ll be mad! She might ground us!” Tina spoke angrily but not too loudly, keeping her voice under control.

Tina looked around. Erin was looking at her, but Tammy was still rubbing Emily’s pussy with abandon. Jenny was much quieter now, and surprisingly to Tina, nobody had come running out of the house. Emily was starting to squeal softly, whimpering with her building lust.

“Tina, your mom knows I do this. She knows that we are doing this,” said Jenny calmly.

Tina’s eyes grew wide. What was Jenny saying? Did she mean that her mom knew what they were doing out here? That was impossible. Her mom would have come out and stopped it. Gotten really mad. She’d have thrown a fit or something! The absurdity of it made her cuss, which, strangely, she rarely did.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“She and Cheryl have been watching us from your mom’s bedroom window. That is if they haven’t started making love to each other yet.”

“What do you mean?” Tina was confused. Mommy had been watching? She may already be having sex with Tammy and Emily’s mom? What was going on?

“Your mom, Cheryl, Tammy, Emily, and I are all lovers. We want to include you and Erin in the fun too. So we decided to allow me to get you two started so we could enjoy our summer together in a special way. Your mom loves you both very much, and she wants to show you in this very nice and special way. She doesn’t mind at all. Believe me. They are both watching and rubbing their pussies at the very least.”

Tina looked up at the window. She could make out the shadowy figures of her mom and Cheryl. They’d been watching? She thought for a moment she might faint. Confused thoughts ran through her mind. She was ashamed, embarrassed, and overcome with guilt. At the same time, she was strangely thrilled by the idea of what Jenny was saying. She was intrigued by it. She had found her mother to be very attractive and sexy from as far back as she could remember thinking of anyone that way. She had even wanted to marry her mommy when she had been very young and thought girls could do that. Of course that had been childish, but the memory of her mother’s scent clung to her mind like a constant perfume. About a month ago, she had actually taken a pair of her mother’s panties out of the dirty clothes to sniff. The aroma had turned her on even though she never understood why. She knew now. She lusted after her own mother.

She looked over at Tammy and Emily again. Emily was now sitting on the edge of the pool and Tammy had her mouth glued to her sister’s slit. A sudden hunger seized Tina. She wanted to taste a pussy. If her mom wanted her to do this, she would gladly do it. She was suddenly hornier than she’d ever been before.

She looked back up at her mommy’s window and saw her mother’s face framed there, clearly visible now that she knew her daughter was aware of what had been happening. Her look was apprehensive, wondering what would happen now, how her daughter would take this.

Tina looked at Erin, who was unaware of the conversation that she and Jenny had just had. She was back at the jets of the pool again, allowing the spray to pound against her middle. Tina’s hunger overcame her. She needed to find out what it was like to kiss and lick a pussy the way that Tammy was kissing and licking Emily’s. She looked back over to the two sisters. Emily was nearing a climax. Tina longed for one herself. She had witnessed Jenny’s and needed to feel that release that she’d heard about but never experienced. All she’d known were the good tingly feelings that happened whenever she or her sister touched her mound. She’d experienced being horny without really knowing what to do about it.

Now, she knew, and she wanted to embrace this new feeling with every cell in her body.

Swimming over to her baby sister, Tina spoke to her abruptly.

“Sit up here,” she said, patting the edge of the pool.

Erin was glassy-eyed herself. Tina’s baby sister was horny, and she was going to take care of it while her mommy watched and masturbated from her bedroom window.

“Huh?” Erin said, uncomprehending.

“Look at Tammy and Emily. I want to do that to you. See how much they like it?”

Erin looked over at the two girls. She understood and decided that it definitely looked like fun. She managed to pull herself from the water and sat on the edge of the pool where Tina had indicated she wanted her to be, which was directly over the jet spray of the pool’s filtering system. She spread her slender legs and looked at her sister, waiting for her to take the pussy with her mouth.

Without hesitating, Tina leaned in and began to kiss, lick, and suck her little sister’s pussy. Instinctively, she knew what would feel best, licking the tiny bump at the top of the slit.

Erin’s response was immediate and electric. She began to push her hips into her sister’s mouth. Her sister was doing wonderful things to her pussy, and she wanted it to never end. She did not recognize the oncoming orgasm until she thought she might pee in Tina’s mouth, but by then she didn’t care. Her very first climax caused her body to spasm delightfully. Her brain was vaguely aware of what was happening, but mostly her body just reacted.

Tina, too, was approaching her initial orgasm. The jets of the pool were making her feel like she had never felt before. That, combined with the knowledge that she was licking her sister’s pussy while being watched by her mommy, sent her over that edge for the first time. Her pussy throbbed and shuddered. Her belly squirmed and shook. Wave after wave of her first cum rocked her as she listened to Erin squeal out her first orgasm as well. She loved it that they were achieving their first cums together. Somewhere, beyond a hazy, unknown distance, she could hear Emily and Tammy coming as well.

Finally, she was finished. She began to realize the joy of what they could do now. She and Erin could play this way any time Daddy wasn’t there, which was often since business kept him away so frequently. Then she realized that she could also lick and kiss her mommy’s pussy, as well as Tammy’s, Jenny’s, Emily’s, and Cheryl’s.

She remembered hearing someone at school say that an orgy was when lots of people had sex together. She hadn’t believed that it was true, but now she knew better. She now knew what that meant. And she absolutely loved the idea.

Cheryl and Lisa watched as Tina licked her baby sister’s pussy to its first orgasm. They had listened through the slightly open window and their pussies were on fire. The five girls had all come now, but they were still on edge.

“Let’s go down and greet the newest members of our little orgy,” said Cheryl, unwittingly speaking the word that was at that moment surfacing in little Tina’s sex-obsessed brain.

“We can give them a show,” said Lisa, following her new lover down to the pool.

The adventure was just beginning, it seemed. They would be free to enjoy each other without ceasing. The constant sex played through Lisa’s mind like a wonderful porno film. And it was then the money-making scheme first entered her mind.

Continue on to Chapter 7

Aunt Lisa’s Summer with Jenny, Chapter 5

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 12:21 pm

Only the Beginning

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

When they arrived at Lisa’s bedroom, they all clambered up onto Lisa’s own king-sized bed. Jenny and Tammy looked at the others with eager eyes flashing their lust. Lisa felt that since it was her house and bed that she should get the festivities going.

“Emily, honey, move over here next to me,” she said, and the child moved over to where Lisa could get at her smooth little cunny. “Jenny, you and Tammy take care of Cheryl. Is that okay with you?” she asked Cheryl, who nodded, smiling brightly.

Jenny immediately kissed Cheryl fully on the lips, feeling the adult’s tongue begin to explore the recesses of her mouth. Tammy moved to Cheryl’s breasts. She began to play with her mother’s boobs, hefting their weight in her hands and pinching her highly sensitive nipples. Cheryl cooed her pleasure. Telling her story had gotten her extremely excited, and her daughter’s hands on her titties and her daughter’s young friend’s lips on her own were building the fires that raged within her to a bonfire. She reached out and began to massage the small breasts that were Jenny’s tiny globes, imitating her own daughter’s movements on her own nipples and tit-flesh. She loved the feel of the tiny titties, and relished the puffiness of the rosy nipples that swelled from the breasts.

Tammy, meanwhile, began to lick and suck the aureoles of her mother’s nipples, first one then the other, pulling the tips of each nipple into her hungry mouth. As she did so, she massaged her mother’s tummy, rubbing ever closer to the heated pleasure of her pussy. Occasionally, she would reach around and cup what ass flesh was available to her hands. She would squeeze the round mounds of flesh and move back to her mommy’s tummy. Her own pussy was heating as well. She knew that soon she would be at a boiling point. She felt her mother was nearly there, too.

Jenny felt Cheryl’s warm hands reach out and cup her grapefruit-sized boobs. She loved the feel of the adult’s hands on her flesh. These experienced fingers knew their task well. They moved with a practiced touch, teasing the nipples into attention. She renewed her efforts to try to turn Cheryl on with her tongue in her mouth, or at least turn her on more than she already was. She could smell the aroma of Cheryl`s adult pussy as it steamed its juices out of her vagina. She wanted Cheryl to come from her kisses. She could feel Tammy at Cheryl`s breasts, sensed the movement as the daughter suckled the mother. She could feel Cheryl squirming beneath her mouth. She knew that Cheryl was about to burst into an orgasm already. Breathlessly, she drew back and looked at Cheryl. She could see the unbelievable lust that glazed her eyes. Jenny could feel her own juices bubbling out of her little vaginal opening onto the sheets. She could not believe she was this horny.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her own aunt making love to little Emily. Her aunt was currently sitting spread-legged on the bed, reclining on the headboard while little Emily had her little body wrapped along Aunt Lisa’s side, fingering her pussy lovingly. Aunt Lisa was doing the same to Emily, her hand playing in the soft folds of the little girl’s bare pussy.

Lisa had hungered for the little girl since she had first heard Tammy mention that her baby sister was a part of her sex games with her mother. She had given herself over to her new feelings completely, had embraced them totally, and she understood the strength of her desire for the child. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted the little eight-year-old. She watched as her fingers played with the hairless mound, finding the tiny BB of the girl’s clit. She was not very wet, just moist, but the sensations she was sending through the child’s body were obviously more adult than childish. Emily was bucking her hips in a fuck rhythm that was unmistakable.

“Eat me, little one,” Lisa moaned, wanting the child’s lips on her pussy more than anything in the world at that moment. “Lick Aunt Lisa’s pussy and suck her clit.”

Emily smiled at Lisa and moved toward the older woman’s steamy gash. Her small hands moved slickly through the folds and concentrated momentarily on the woman’s clit before being replaced by her angelic mouth. Emily began to moan sharply as her mouth devoured Lisa’s mature cunt. She licked hungrily at the inner lips, manipulating the labia in a way that stimulated Lisa’s clit. Her mouth would suck greedily on the clit and move down to the vaginal opening to drink of the nectar that spilled from there. Lisa could see why the small child was good at this. She loved it. She obviously loved eating pussy as much as a baby loved her mother’s milk. Emily craved pussy juice; the cream that spilled from her pussy was ambrosia to the little girl.

Lisa thought that she would go wild with the ecstasy of the moment. Suddenly she wanted to reciprocate, to taste the little girl’s virginal mound and lick the tiny clit into an orgasm. She pulled the child’s body up on top of her own and bent to get her mouth on the baby-like vulva. They were swollen and red, puffy with an adult’s desire that was housed in a child’s body. This was an experienced lesbian child, and she wanted her cum as much as Lisa wanted her own. She pressed her bald pussy lips into Lisa’s mouth, humping the woman’s lips and tongue.

Jenny had now joined Tammy in her ravishing of Cheryl’s adult body. Both girls were now sucking a breast, and they each had a hand on Cheryl’s pussy, two fingers buried to the hilt in the hole nestled between the wet folds. They had arranged their bodies so that Cheryl could feel their pussies as well, and she was taking full advantage of the offered flesh. She had a finger of each hand inside the pussy of each girl and was pumping into the girls, finger-fucking them. She loved the feel of their youthful cunts, enjoying the tightness.

Cheryl looked over at Lisa, who was greedily sucking the pussy of her younger daughter. Emily was only eight, but she behaved more like eighteen. Her body bucked into the oral thrusts of Lisa’s tongue while she gave as much pleasure as she received. Cheryl smiled as she realized she had taught her little girl well. At the tender age of eight, Emily was as good in bed as many girls three times her age. Hell, she might be as good as Lisa herself. The little girl lived for pussy, any pussy, be it her sister’s, her mother’s, or her neighbor’s. And she knew that there was no greater pleasure than having someone who enjoyed what she did to them return the favor.

As she watched, she felt her orgasm rising in her heated mound. Her pussy was burning. But she wanted more than just fingers there.

“Mouths,” was all she said, and of course the young teens understood immediately. They shifted and glued their lips to Cheryl’s pussy, each taking a side, sharing the delicious softness that was Cheryl’s cunt.

Tammy loved the taste of her mother’s pussy. She never seemed to get enough. At the moment they were in a sort of 69 position, she and Jenny reversed to her mother’s body, each licking a half of the delectable pussy that was before them. Their tongues met at her mother’s clit and sandwiched it between them. Tammy could feel her mother’s fingers plunging in and out of her longing pussy. Tammy ached with the need to cum, and she knew that if she kept this up with her mother, they would all three be satisfied before long. She could hear the moans of Jenny’s Aunt Lisa and Emily. She knew Emily well and could tell that her own orgasm wasn’t far away.

She glanced in the direction of Emily and Lisa as they made love. They were a jumble of arms and legs as they had become intertwined into a knot of flesh that resembled an extremely erotic 69. Jenny’s aunt had her mouth glued to the swollen lips of Emily’s little pussy. Tammy knew that lovely taste and experience very well. She and her baby sister had been in the throes of ecstasy on many occasions as they ate each other as her baby sister was now doing with Jenny’s Aunt Lisa. Her sister was spreading Lisa’s pussy wide as she molded her entire face into the boiling pussy. She could see the creamy honey of Lisa’s pussy smeared all over her baby sister’s mouth and nose. She also recognized the lustful gaze that covered Emily’s pretty, girlish face. She was moments away from cumming.

Lisa couldn’t believe this was happening. She was actually locked in a wild, passionate, searingly hot 69 with the eight-year-old daughter of her neighbor while being watched by that same neighbor and the eight-year-old’s thirteen-year-old sister. Meanwhile, her own twelve-year-old niece was busy licking and sucking her neighbor to what would be a marvelous orgasm, with the help of Tammy, the daughter of the woman whose pussy was being licked. It was all too much to take any longer. Her orgasm welled up inside her at this sudden thought. A mother and two daughters, aged eight and thirteen, were there in bed with her and her twelve-year-old niece. The reality of the moment pushed her over the brink, and she began to scream with the utter passion of the orgasm that overwhelmed her. She bucked wildly against the face of the little girl who was sucking at her pussy to the point that she became afraid she might bruise the child’s face and lips with the slamming of her pussy. She screamed out her cum into the bald little pussy of the little girl who was locked in an incredible 69 with her. Never in her twenty-nine years had she ever imagined this taking place. Now that it was happening, however, she wondered what had taken her so long.

Cheryl came next, watching as her precious baby girl mouth-fucked her gorgeous neighbor, Lisa. She went crashing over the edge, closing her eyes in spite of her desire to continue watching Lisa and Emily as they licked each other’s pussy. She knew that Emily would cum very soon, and although she wanted to see her baby’s sexual frenzy reach its crest, her eyes closed involuntarily at the enormous jolt of her orgasm. Her fingers continued sliding frantically into the frothy pubescent pussies of her daughter and Jenny. They were humping her fingers as her palms slapped into the spread lips of their cunts, slamming into their throbbing clits.

Suddenly, all three little girls began to come at once. The delightful squeals of the youngsters mingled with the room’s other sounds, the breathing of the older women as they began the glowing descent from their own climaxes and the tell-tale creaking of the bed’s hardware.

Jenny could feel the fingers of her friend’s mother as they fucked her and the palm that slapped hotly against her exposed clitoris. She knew that Tammy was feeling the same thing. The thought excited her and sent her into her orgasm. It was not as massive as many she’d had, especially the one she’d had beside the pool today with her Aunt Lisa, but she was usually only good for one of those a day. The others were wonderful, but not that incredible. In a way that was a blessing. If they had all been like that, she would have done nothing all day but masturbate, all day, every day.

Tammy’s orgasm was one of her stronger ones. She pushed and slammed her pussy against her mother’s hand as her mother’s finger poked into her, fucking her expertly. She loved the feel of her mother’s hand and the smell and taste of her mother’s pussy. She suddenly longed for lips on her pussy and thought of Emily, but she was busy with Jenny’s Aunt Lisa. Perhaps later, her tired mind told her, as she drifted into a quiet slumber that sometimes overtook her when she had climaxed so hard.

Emily was in heaven. Nothing in this world was better than orgasms to the little eight-year-old girl. She had had them for some time, since age five at least, and she had learned to love them. Rarely did a day go by that she didn’t have at least one, usually two or three. She would rub her little pussy raw at night in bed, sometimes slipping into bed with her sister when they were not sleeping with their mother. They would play together or Tammy would just watch as her baby sister came against her own hand. Emily knew that Tammy liked to watch her masturbate. And she loved doing it for her. The excitement of being watched added to her enjoyment. She thought about this and other things as she pushed her pussy against the face of Jenny’s Aunt Lisa. She was happy that they had gotten other people involved in their fun. Now she would have other pussies to lick besides her mother’s and sister’s. Not that she minded that, it was just that she was looking forward to what the new additions to their little games would bring. It was like getting an unexpected present.

As she began to drift off to sleep herself, the phone rang, bringing a sudden change to the little world the two women and three children had created for themselves..

Placing a shushing finger to her wet lips, Lisa picked up the phone, already knowing who it was.

“Greg?” she asked into the receiver when she’d heard his voice. “How are things with the vacation, dear?”

A pause while Greg spoke. Jenny wondered what her uncle was saying to make her aunt seem sad, for she was certainly looking sad at the moment. Disappointed, actually.

“Yes, dear. I understand. I am so sorry you will have to cut the vacation short.”

So that was it, Jenny thought. They were coming home for some reason. She understood now. With Uncle Greg and her two cousins, Tina and Erin, coming home, their fun would have to end. At least the sexual fun would end. And that was disappointing to both Jenny and her aunt.

Lisa finished the call and turned to Cheryl, Jenny, and Tammy, who had awakened when the phone rang.

“Greg has to bring Tina and Erin home. He has a business emergency in London that must be attended to immediately. He will be gone for about three weeks, but with the girls here, we will have to curtail our activities, I’m afraid.”

“When will they be here?” Jenny asked, obvious in her disappointment.

“Tomorrow, hon. I’m meeting them at the airport to pick up the girls at 9:30 in the morning. Greg is catching a flight from there directly to London.”

Tammy and Jenny sighed deeply, knowing that the fun was over before it had really begun.

But Cheryl had a different idea. “Why do we need to stop what we’re doing?”

Lisa looked at her incredulously. “Cheryl, he’s bringing my daughters home. Tina’s only nine and Erin is…”

“Only one year younger than Emily,” Cheryl finished.

Lisa looked at Cheryl silently. Was she suggesting what it seemed she was? Did Cheryl really expect her to bring her own children into this orgy? They were just babies. There was no way that they could have the same feelings that Emily had and that Tammy had had at that young age. Was there?

Then a series of images leapt into her mind. Snatches of memories began to coalesce into short scenes. She saw Tina and Erin in the pool, playing. But the memory suddenly included other images that she’d ignored until now. They had been playing near the water jets in the pool, giggling as the jets gushed into their little pussies. Then she saw her little girls in the tub together, a sudden movement causing water to splash as she had entered the bathroom. Now she realized what she had truly seen that she had denied until now. They had been playing with each other’s pussies, fingering the outer folds and clits of each other’s tiny cunt. The movement had been the sudden response to her entry to avoid being caught, but they’d been just a split second too late. She had seen; she just hadn’t admitted until right now what it was she had seen, preferring to think of her little girls as innocent. Then she remembered the giggles in the night as she passed their bedroom, the whispering. Once she had entered without knocking and they’d been naked. They had explained it by saying they had been too hot for their pajamas. Too hot, indeed! Now she realized what they had been doing all along. Her little girls had the hots for each other.

And suddenly, she had the hots for them too. Now she realized the familiar feelings she had recognized in Cheryl’s story. She, too, had bathed them without washcloths when they had been younger, just toddlers. She had told herself it was because she didn’t want the detergents in the cloth to cause a rash on their skin. Now she recognized the truth. She had been horny later and had seduced Greg or, if he was uninterested, had masturbated. She had never connected the two actions, but they seemed to go hand-in-hand.

Of course! She had lusted after her daughters for years. That explained her desire for Jenny when she’d come to visit, her longing for Tammy, and her special desire for Emily. She wanted to have sexual contact with her daughters. The realization nearly made her faint.

She explained all these thoughts, both past and present, to Cheryl and the two girls. Emily still lay nearby asleep.

“I won’t make them do something they don’t want to do,” she said. That was one thing she knew to be true. She would not be a part of having her daughters partake in actions they wanted no part of. If they wanted to do these things, then it would be a matter of a mother teaching her daughters how to please someone. If they were not willing — no, if they were not joining in happily — she did not want them to do this. She explained her feelings to Cheryl and the girls.

“I understand exactly what you feel,” answered Cheryl. “I would never have included my girls if they weren’t more than willing to have sex with their mother. They were both excited to do these things, though. And I am willing to bet that Tina and Erin are anxious to have fun as well.”

“But how do we find out without making them feel forced into it?” asked a worried, but very excited Lisa.

“We get these girls involved,” Cheryl said, indicating Jenny, Tammy, and Emily. “Tina and Erin won’t feel threatened by them. If they approach them with the idea of playing sex games and they are willing to do that, then they can tell them the truth of what we are doing here. If their reaction is one of fear or disgust, we leave them out of it. But if they are excited by the idea, we include them. We teach them about sex by showing and doing.”

“But what if they are afraid and disgusted and tell?”

“They won’t tell. They won’t say that you are involved at first. But I am willing to bet the price of my house they are neither afraid nor disgusted.”

“How do you know that?” asked Lisa, wanting to believe her.

“Trust me. Presented properly, the idea will be quite appealing,” said Cheryl with a twinkle in her eye.

And Lisa, Cheryl, Tammy, and Jenny set about planning what they would do to find out if the two young girls were willing.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Aunt Lisa’s Summer with Jenny, Chapter 4

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 12:10 pm

Youth Movement

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

Lisa went to the phone while the two younger girls took their shower. Dialing Cheryl’s number she waited for the phone to be answered. On the fourth ring, it was.

“Hello,” Cheryl’s voice sounded winded.

“Hi, Cheryl. It’s Lisa.”

“Anything wrong?”

“Well, no. But I thought I would call and let you know what just happened. I caught Jenny and Tammy together.”

There was a pause. “Caught?”

“Yes. Caught. Together. As in having girl-girl sex.”

Another pause. Lisa could tell that Cheryl wasn’t sure what to do.

“I guess I should have a talk with her, then.”

“Well, I think you should come over immediately. We have a lot to discuss, I think.”

“But I have Emily. She can’t stay alone.”

“That’s okay. Bring her too.”

“But do you think we can talk with Emily there?”

“Actually, yes, I do. I think we can definitely talk in front of Emily.”

Lisa detected a small, sharp intake of breath. She knew her intent had been clear. Then she heard her tell little Emily to go get dressed. Of course the child could have been wearing pajamas, but that should not have been a problem with coming over to her house in the car. She wondered what the little girl was wearing.

On the other end of the line, Cheryl asked her the final question. “Why do you think it is definitely okay if we talk about catching Jenny and Tammy together in bed in front of Emily?”

She obviously wanted to know what Lisa knew. She wanted the other shoe to drop. She wanted the truth to be out in the open so she could deal with it, Lisa thought, admiring her for that forthright manner.

Lisa decided to drop the pretense of possibly not knowing the truth. “Because Emily has had lesbian sex with Tammy too, and we need to talk about your role in that.”

“Oh, dear God. What did Tammy tell you? It isn’t true. I didn’t do anything. I swear.” She was beginning to cry out of fear and guilt.

“I think you did. She says that you seduced her. And that you have been having sex with Emily since she was four.”

“Oh, my God! What are you going to do? It isn’t what you think. I was lonely. I needed something. I didn’t mean…” Excuses tumbled out of her like rocks down a steep cliff.

“I’m not going to call the police or family services, if that’s what you mean. Quite the contrary. I want to join you three, and so does Jenny.”

“What?” she gasped. “You want to… join us? In bed?”

“Or in the shower, or the pool, or the living room. I’m sure there are more places we can think of.”

Cheryl was thinking. Quickly. She couldn’t refuse Lisa. If she did then Lisa would be able to go to the police. Of course at that point Cheryl didn’t know that Lisa had already participated in sex with the two younger girls. She had only said she wanted to join them. And as far as Cheryl knew, thinking about it wasn’t a crime. Once Lisa participated, she couldn’t say anything. And the thought began to appeal to Cheryl anyway. She had known she was a lesbian since her husband had run out on her. And Lisa was a very attractive lady. More than once, she had fantasized about her pretty neighbor. They were the same age. And since she’d been having sex with her daughters, she had longed for an older female. And here was Lisa admitting she was a female pedophile too. She knew women like her were rare, but other women like her certainly existed. As luck would have it, one of them just happened to live on her same street.

“I’ll be right over. I have to get dressed first.”

Lisa noted the hint of sex in her voice. The promise of things to come.

“I’ll be waiting,” she said, and hung up.

Fifteen minutes later, Cheryl, in sweats and a tee shirt, was sitting in Lisa’s living room, downing a stiff drink of vodka. Emily was seated on the sofa beside her, wearing her pajamas, which is what she`d “gotten dressed” into when instructed to do so. Lisa knew the answer to the question she wanted to ask, but she asked it anyway. “Were you two doing things when I called?”

Cheryl knew that pretending was useless. If they were going to start this unusual but erotic relationship, she had to be honest with Lisa from the start.

“Yes. We were just getting started actually.”

“Speaking of starting, how did this get started in the first place? I’m curious.”

The two girls came downstairs now, dressed in panties and tee shirts. Lisa looked at them and indicated they should find a seat.

“Mom?” asked Tammy, wondering if everything was alright.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s just a good thing that Lisa is like your mommy or things could be bad,” said Cheryl. Tammy sat beside her mother on the sofa, opposite Emily. Jenny came over and sat in her Aunt Lisa’s lap. She knew that they were going to get involved with some sort of sexual relationship with Tammy’s mom and Emily, but she wondered what they were sitting there for. Seconds later, Cheryl provided the answer.

“It all began when my ex, Tammy and Emily’s father, Dylan, left me for another woman. At first I was devastated. Then I realized I had never loved him anyway. I had always known my attraction for girls was strong. I began to understand that I was a lesbian. Sex with Dylan had always been unsatisfying. I would sneak into the bathroom and masturbate to visions of women and little girls after we had sex to satisfy my pent up frustrations. You couldn’t call what we did making love, because there was none to make.

“Well, I began to notice that when I gave Tammy her bath, I would soap a rag and use it to wash her little body everywhere. That included her little, hairless pussy. She was only eight then. I realized, with a certain amount of shame, that she was old enough to bathe herself. Emily was only three and didn’t interest me. Not yet, at least. But I found that I would spend more and more time washing Tammy’s little vulva. I would make sure her little bottom was clean. Then one day I stopped using the rag. I am not sure what made me do that. It was almost a decision made without thought. I just stopped using it and used my bare hand instead. Tammy, of course, didn’t really notice anything. All she knew really was that Mommy spent a lot of time washing her ‘down there’. She even asked me about it one day. You know, why I spent so much time washing her little mound. I told her it was because it was a special place that held special secrets. I asked her if she didn’t like me cleaning it for so long and she said that it was fine. That it felt really nice when I soaped my hand and cleaned her there. I could see by the sparkle in her eyes that she enjoyed it and that it gave her sexual pleasure for me to touch her there. She actually had a mischievous smile when she talked about it.”

Cheryl’s mind wandered back to that time. Back to when her older daughter was eight, and she had taught her many things that eight-year-olds weren’t supposed to know. She could remember it as if it were this very night that it had happened. The first night she’d become overtly sexual with her eight-year-old daughter. As she told the story of the past, it happened in her mind as if it were the present……

“Mommy, why does it feel like that?” she had asked innocently.

“Like what?”

“All tingly. Does it have to do with the special secret?”

“Yes, honey, as a matter of fact it does. Does it feel especially good when Mommy does this to you? Does your little mound like that?”

“Yes, Mommy. It feels nice.”

“Well, Mommy likes to do this too. I like cleaning your little mound. Your little mound of special secrets.” She began to blush with the admission of the pleasure she experienced.

“Do you have special secrets in your mound too, Mommy?”

“Yes, Precious. Mommy has lots of special secrets in her mound. Would you like to see?” It had been a question that had come unbidden to her mind. It was something that seemed the most natural thing in the world. But it had been the final step before the seduction of her daughter.

“Oh, can I, Mommy?!” Her eyes lit up with unabashed excitement. Cheryl had seen sexual thrill in those eyes, as if she had wanted to see her mother’s pussy in the past and was excited at the prospect of finally getting a good look at it. It was a sort of naughty curiosity.

“Well, you must promise Mommy something. Many people wouldn’t like it if they knew I was showing you my special secrets. It’s like going pooh-pooh. We don’t talk about it except for between you and Mommy, do we?”

“No. That wouldn’t be nice,” her beautiful child’s face was serious.

“Well, our special secrets and how Mommy and you touch them is like that. We must never talk about it unless we are completely alone. Do you understand, baby?”

Her daughter had nodded seriously. “Can I see your special secrets now?”

Smiling at her impatience, Cheryl stood and began to undress herself from the remaining clothes she’d had on. Nothing but panties and bra and one of Dylan’s old shirts had been covering her. Soon she was naked for her little girl, showing off her now pulsing pussy to the interested gaze of her eight-year-old daughter.

“Where are the special secrets?” she asked innocently.

“Inside, precious. They are inside, just like with yours.”

“I never saw mine before.”

“They are inside. Here, look close.” With that she took her labia and spread them apart. The sticky, creamy juices that covered her boiling cunt shone with the reflections of the room’s lights. She pointed to the small, hooded nub that was her engorged clit. “You see here? That is called Mommy’s clit. It is the center of her special places. It feels wonderful when it is touched.”

Tammy spread her little legs wide, knees bent with her feet touching soles, and looked between her legs at the open, hairless mound that was now spread apart before her eyes. She looked at the place where the clit would be. Reaching down, Cheryl gently spread her daughter’s inner lips a bit more and began to rub the tiny baby clit. The reaction was immediate. Tammy jumped slightly, tightening her butt cheeks at the contact as if hit by a tiny jolt of static electricity. Her eyes widened as she looked at her mother’s hand exploring her inner lips and clit.

“Do you like that, baby?” asked Cheryl, getting hotter by the second while masturbating her daughter’s tender pussy.

“Y–Yes,” she stammered, eyes still wide.

“Do you want me to keep doing it?”

“Yes. If you want to,” she breathed, still watching her mother’s fingers.

“I’m glad you like this. I like doing it too.”

“Uh-huh,” she was breathing harder. Obviously she was getting quite turned on, in spite of her young age.

Cheryl continued to rub her little daughter’s pussy. Tammy began to squirm in the tub. She looked up at her mother.

“It feels real tingly, Mommy. My bottom can’t seem to stay still.”

“That’s okay. Mommy’s bottom can’t stay still sometimes, either.”

Cheryl decided to move things to a drier place… her bed.

“Stand up, baby. Mommy wants to dry you off. Then we can go to Mommy’s room, and if you want we can sleep together tonight even. What do you think of that?”

Standing, the little girl stepped out of the tub and allowed her mother to towel her dry. Cheryl spent extra time and care on the girl’s pussy, powdering the lips and rubbing the talc into the soft skin. Tammy stood very still as her mother’s hands explored her tiny vulva, as if any movement might make the pleasure stop.

As Cheryl went through the house, turning off lights and settling everything for the night, Tammy entered her mother’s bedroom and jumped up on the bed, turning to sit squaw fashion and facing the bedroom door. Then looking down, she saw the redness of her inner labia. She didn’t fully understand what was happening, but she knew she liked the intensely warm feelings her mother created in her by rubbing that one small area of her body. Reaching down, she began to toy with her clit while her mom went about the house. She had found that it felt relaxing before while lying in bed alone, but it had been nothing like this. She was feeling things she’d never imagined. And she found that she loved it. Without realizing it, Tammy was becoming a sex addict. And had she known, she would have loved that idea, too.

As Cheryl entered her bedroom, she saw Tammy masturbating her little, swollen clit. Without realizing it, Tammy stopped what she was doing. By habit she was afraid her mother would say something about touching herself. Cheryl came to her, understanding why she had stopped.

“Honey, you don’t ever have to stop doing that when you want to and we are alone. Anytime you feel like touching your little clit, you can as long as nobody else is around but you and me.”

“What about Emily?” the child asked.

That was a good question. What about Emily? Then Cheryl made the final decision that would affect their lives forever. “We’ll teach her when she’s old enough, and then you two can do whatever you want to your bodies or each other’s. As long as…” Cheryl paused.

“…we are all alone,” Tammy finished, smiling. Cheryl joined her in her happiness.

“So go ahead, baby. Touch yourself if you want to.”

Tammy reached down and began to rub her little clit again. Cheryl looked down and saw the redness. Her little girl, only eight, was quite horny. She heard Tammy’s breathing change to a bit of a faster pace.

Cheryl moved to sit facing her daughter. Keeping her eyes glued to her baby’s pussy and the tiny hand that manipulated it, she began to stroke her own clit. She was shocked at the wetness she found there. She had known she was horny, but not like this. She had masturbated only two nights ago, and already she was nearly beside herself with the need to come.

Cheryl noticed her daughter’s eyes as they shifted to look down at her mother’s pussy. Her mouth was agape, seeing into her mother’s pussy for the first time ever, not counting the brief look she`d had out the inner lips in the bathroom.

Watching her mother’s hands, she increased the tempo of her own masturbation. Her hips began to squirm again, rubbing her little bottom against the covers. Suddenly she lay back and rested against the bed. She was beginning to feel very strange indeed in the area around the little nub that her mommy had called a “clit.” She heard a moan escape her own lips and she was surprised at that, too. Looking at her mommy, she saw that her mommy’s own hands were moving faster over her clit than they were moments before. Her mommy had two fingers of her right hand inside a hole that seemed to lead into her belly. She knew that was where the baby came out and it was called a bagina. The fingers pumped in and out. Mommy seemed to be enjoying that a lot. Mommy’s fingers of her left hand rubbed her own clit area. Then the fingers came out of the hole and went to her boobies. They pinched her nipples, making them swell, if that was still possible. They seemed to be all puckery and bumpy now.

“Mommy?” she asked breathlessly. “Do I have a bagina?”

“VA-gina, honey. Yes, but it isn’t open yet. You have a tiny flower at the entrance that must be removed first. We can work on that.”

Tammy`s hands worked on her baby clit.

“Mommy. I’m feeling all tingly again. But it’s worse now,” she breathed, “or better,” she said after a moment’s thought.

“I know, honey. That’s the special secrets showing themselves. You like that?”

“Uh-huh,” Tammy grunted.

Then Mommy began to moan. Really loud. Her breathing became choppy and ragged. She watched and her mommy’s eyes were all glazed over, but they were still looking at her own hands as she rubbed over her own little mound.

Cheryl realized she should explain what was about to happen. And maybe get her little eight-year-old daughter to help her some. She stopped rubbing long enough to do that.

“Baby, mommy is going to do something called orgasm. It means she will probably moan and maybe yell, but that is because Mommy’s secret pleasure is coming. That is why it is sometimes called that… cumming. And it feels too wonderful to keep the sounds in. Do you want to help mommy feel really good?”

“Okay,” she said. Cheryl noticed she was glassy eyed. She had read that very young girls could achieve an orgasm, sometimes as young as three and four. She wondered if her daughter would be able to do that. If not, it was going to possibly be a frustrating time until she did. For both of them, because Cheryl wanted it for her badly.

“Come sit by mommy and suck on her boobies like Emily did when she was getting milk from mommy.”

“Will I get milk?” she wanted to know.

“I don’t think so, baby. Mommy is all out of milk now, but you will like it.” Tammy had always been a little jealous of her baby sister and the attention she got, not to mention the milk. On more than one occasion she had allowed Tammy to drink any excess milk she had from her breasts. She remembered now how turned on she had been from that. Several times she had nearly cum from the sensations, and she had masturbated a few of those times as well, once Tammy had finished and found something else to do.

Tammy leaned over her mother’s breasts and took a nipple into her mouth. Sucking, she felt her mother’s breathing become irregular once again. She looked down the landscape of her mother’s belly and watched her mother’s hands massaging the soft flesh between the lips that she had heard other girls call a pussy. Tammy marveled at the small patch of hair that covered the mature mound. Instinctively, one hand went back to her own clit as the other one reached for her mother’s other breast. She began to massage and squeeze both expertly.

It didn’t take Cheryl long to achieve her orgasm. Her little girl’s mouth on her nipple and watching her baby rub her own tiny slit was plenty to send her over the edge. As she stroked her clit and plunged her fingers into the steaming slit of her vagina, the orgasm built itself from deep within her body. It moved into her lower regions first. Like a fire, it spread from her clitoris to her vagina, her asshole, her butt cheeks, her legs and stomach, her breasts and nipples, finally ending at her toes and scalp. It was incredible. She had moaned loudly, thrashing around in the throes of her newfound ecstasy. She had made the decision to have sex with her daughter Tammy, and later with her daughter Emily, and the decision had been an enormous emotional and sexual release for her. She felt she had faced what she really was. And that self-realization and acceptance had emerged in the form of an incredible orgasm.

Tammy continued to rub her baby slit. In her eight years she had rubbed it often, noticing the mild sensations. But those feelings were much different now. More intense. Cheryl, recovering from the explosive climax, looked at her baby and saw the desperation on her cherubic face. She knew she would have to help her little eight-year-old achieve an orgasm.

“Sweetie, do you want Mommy to help you feel extra special good in your little pussy? Do you want Mommy to help you have an orgasm?”

Tammy noticed that her mother had used the word ‘pussy’. She felt it should be okay if she used it. “Yes, Mommy. My pussy is sort of burning. It feels really strange.”

Cheryl took a certain pleasure from hearing her eight-year-old daughter use the forbidden word. The image of the little babyish face saying such a word was somehow exciting.

“Mommy knows how to help you, honey. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” she pleaded with gasping breath and glassy eyes.

“Lay back,” Cheryl instructed, and as her daughter did so, she positioned herself between her smooth, soft thighs.

“Grab behind your knees and pull them up while spreading your legs.”

Tammy did as she was told, anxious for her mommy to make the burning go away. She didn’t know what horny meant at the time, but if it had been explained to her, she would have had a perfect image of it. It was a burning, throbbing pussy that was urgently waiting to be touched.

Cheryl looked down at the spread lips of the eight-year-old’s pussy. They were a dark pink color, almost raw from the rubbing. A little moisture covered the dewy inner lips of her bald pussy.

“Baby, Mommy’s going to kiss, lick, and suck your little pussy. It will feel better than anything you have ever felt. Are you ready?”

The little girl nodded, wondering how something better than anything she’d ever felt would feel. In about two seconds, she knew.

She watched as her mother bent over her and placed her lips to her spread pussy lips. She felt her mommy’s tongue begin to rub the little clit.

The reaction was immediate. Her little hips began to buck up to meet the wonderful lips and tongue. She closed her eyes, then opened them wide again and looked at her mother’s mouth, which was glued to her bald little pussy. Mommy had been right. It was better than anything she’d ever felt. That is until she came. It was then she knew what Mommy had been talking about.

She had closed her eyes and concentrated on the wonderful feelings her mother’s mouth created in her pussy. Then suddenly a feeling began to sweep through her lower belly. It began as a tickling sensation in her pussy. Then it had quickly increased to an almost electric feeling. It felt as if her mother’s mouth was an electric wire that had suddenly touched her, creating shock waves that were unbelievably wonderful. Her mind was not sophisticated enough to think these things until later. But the sensations registered in her brain, and she immediately fell in love with them.

Cheryl came back to the present. She was in Lisa’s living room once again, telling about the incident that had burned itself into her memory.

“We slept together that night, and every night since then unless a friend of hers stayed over. Emily joined us a year later.”

As she finished her story, she looked around the room at the faces of the various females. They were all very turned on. From Emily, who had reached her first orgasm at the age of five, to Lisa, who was the same age as Cheryl, they were all terribly horny.

Lisa was massaging Jenny’s little cunny, which was on display in Lisa`s lap because the girl had her legs spread and Lisa had the panties pulled down to her knees while her hand found sources of pleasure in the young girl’s pussy. And Emily had gotten into her older sister’s lap as well. She was busy playing with Tammy’s little breasts while her older sister rubbed Emily’s smooth pussy and dipped a finger into her hairless little slit as well.

Cheryl knew that the two girls loved this practice. Their sexual relationship had forged a stronger than usual bond between the sisters, and Emily would frequently sit with her older sister and the girls would kiss and play with each other’s pussy, ass, and breasts (although Emily had none) until they climaxed, often together.

Lisa spoke first. “So you just did the same with Emily when she was older?”

“Yes. When she turned four, I found I couldn’t resist anymore. I told her that Mommy was going to show her the wonder of her secret pleasure. I actually got into the tub with her and Tammy that time. As it turned out, though, Tammy had been sneaking into her bedroom for several months and beginning her own training. Now, of course, we all sleep in my King-sized bed.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I am extremely hot after your story,” said Lisa, “and I think we should start licking some pussies.”

And that was how Jenny’s Aunt Lisa and Tammy’s mother, Cheryl, became partners in the practice of female pedophilia. They both enjoyed this life so much, not to mention the girls. As Jenny looked at Cheryl, who was already removing her clothing, she knew that her summer was going to be even better than she had ever imagined.

They all started upstairs to Lisa’s bedroom. “I want to taste that clean, little pussy of Emily’s,” said Lisa, laying a claim to Emily first, and Jenny found that she was just a bit jealous. But she’d understood. Anyway, that would allow her to eat Cheryl’s pussy. And that would be enough.

Continue on to Chapter 5

Aunt Lisa’s Summer with Jenny, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 12:02 pm

The Seduction of Tammy

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

That evening Lisa decided she would take Jenny out to dinner. They had each had a sandwich after their sex session by the pool, but Lisa was aware how much energy such an orgasm as little Jen had had could take out of her. She wanted the child to keep her boundless energy up. After all, Lisa had not experienced the utter joy she looked forward to so much, having the young twelve-year-old girl make love to her adult body.

After Jenny had fallen immediately asleep by the pool following her massive orgasm, Lisa had entered the pool and placed her own pussy over the filter’s jet. She had remained there, seeking her own orgasm for several minutes. She had pressed her pussy to the jet, delighting in the feel and looking at the prone body of her erotic little niece, staring at the tender pussy lips that were wetly parted as she slept with her legs spread to allow fresh air to the soft inner flesh. Reviving air, Lisa hoped.

After a few brief minutes, actually a bit longer than she thought it would take when she’d entered the pool for this purpose, her orgasm had built and exploded into a body-convulsing climax. But even as the orgasm wracked her body with spasms of joy, she had known it was nothing compared to what was surely waiting for her at the hands, fingers, lips, tongue…. Hell, toes even, of her now sleeping twelve-year-old niece.

Now they sat in the den, watching a DVD of the first Harry Potter movie. Lisa recognized the lust she felt for the character of Hermione, or at least the pretty, then nine-year-old actress Emma Watson who played her. As she thought this, Jenny spoke up as if reading her mind.

“Wouldn’t you love to make love to Hermione?”

Lisa’s head snapped around to look at Jenny. “You were reading my mind, I think.” Jenny giggled.

“I have wanted to do things to her since I first saw the movie. It is a favorite masturbation fantasy of mine,” said Jenny.

“Mine, too,” Lisa agreed. This brought up the question that Lisa had wondered about.

“Jen, honey, how long have you known you liked other girls?”

“Well, remember Tammy, that girl who lives down the street from you?”

Lisa nodded. How could she forget? Tammy was a gorgeous young blond with a sunny smile and a disposition to match. She was a year older than Jenny, and the two girls would spend lots of time together when Jenny and her mom had visited. She lived alone with her mother, Cheryl, who was divorced from Tammy’s father, a prominent doctor in the city, and her little sister Emily, who was eight. There had been times that Lisa had begun to have thoughts about Tammy, much like the thoughts she had been having about Jenny before their action that afternoon.

“Have you done things with Tammy before?”

“Well, not that much really. We touched each other’s boobs and practiced kissing. We played doctor before when we were little, and every time we would see each other, Tammy would want to play something like that. Soon the games became more of just touching without having to play doctor.” Lisa was speechless. The erotic thoughts that were starting to run through her mind seemed to numb every part of her body, except for one, that is. Her clit began to grow, and she could feel the wetness begin to moisten her sweet inner lips. A blush crept up her chest and tinged her throat and cheeks.

“What did you do the last time you and your mother were here?” asked Lisa. Her mind was beginning to spin with the possibilities.

“We just lay in bed and touched each other’s boobs. After that we watched each other masturbate. We ended up rubbing ourselves off that way. It was sort of a game to see who could get there first. Actually, we have never touched each other’s pussies at all except for when we played doctor, and we haven’t done that since we were like nine. I know that sounds strange, but it’s true.”

Lisa licked her lips unconsciously. It was suddenly very warm in the room.

“Are you hot for Tammy?” said Jenny, grinning.

“Would that shock you?”

“No, of course not. After today I am realizing everything she and I didn’t do.”

“Then, yes. I am definitely hot for her.” She thought about this for a moment. “Are you willing to help me out a little, hon?”

Jenny grinned, guessing what was on Aunt Lisa’s mind. “Sure.”

“What do you think would happen if she spent the night and you two were ‘caught’ together?” It was an evil plan, one that would initially frighten the young thirteen-year-old, but the results would not be frightening at all. Quite stimulating in fact.

“I think it would be a great idea,” admitted Jenny. Suddenly, a threesome with Tammy and Aunt Lisa was beginning to sear her mind with erotic images.

“Would you like for her to join us for dinner and spend the night?” Lisa asked, knowing the answer.

“Of course!” said Jenny. “I think that would be wonderful!”

Lisa got up to get the phone book to look up the number for Cheryl, Tammy’s mother and dialed the number. When Cheryl, Tammy’s mom, answered, she identified herself and explained that Jenny was visiting and wanted to know if Tammy could have dinner with them and maybe spend the night. She and Cheryl knew each other vaguely, having worked together on some committees for the local PTA.

“Are you sure it’s no bother?” asked Cheryl.

“Oh, no. No bother at all. Actually, it would be helping me out a lot,” Lisa said. Jenny giggled lightly, and Lisa held her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture.

“Well, then, I don’t see why not,” Cheryl said. “I can just send her right over after she packs an overnight bag.”

“That would be wonderful. We’ll see her then in about twenty or thirty minutes?”

“That sounds about right. Are you sure this is no problem?”

“Believe me, Cheryl. It is no problem at all.”

Lisa hung the phone up and looked at Jenny. “She’ll be here in less than half an hour.”

“I wish we could just greet her at the door naked like this. That would be funny.”

Lisa looked down at her nude body. She’d actually forgotten that they were still running around naked. “No, it would not be funny, especially if she got scared and ran back home and told her mom. Or worse, what if her mom decided to give her a ride and was watching from her car, or even worse, came to the door with her?”

“I was just kidding,” Jenny laughed, moving toward her aunt and hugging her. She pressed her head between her breasts and listened to the pounding of Lisa’s heart grow quicker. Then she turned her face and began to kiss her aunt’s left nipple, nibbling on it and finally sucking on it. It stood at attention, puckering itself to meet the kisses from the young girl.

“We’d better stop this, or we’ll be more than greeting her naked at the door when she arrives. We’ll be making love on the sofa.”

Jenny laughed as they broke the erotic embrace, and they headed upstairs to their bedrooms to get dressed for going out to dinner.

When they came out of their bedrooms, Jenny looked at her aunt and grinned. “What is it?” asked Lisa. The young girl lifted her dress. She wore no panties. Her soft bare skin was all that was beneath the outfit. The sight was an enormous turn on, but she immediately saw the problem with the way her little niece was dressed.

“Honey, you are going to leak fluids all over the back of that dress. People will see it and think you’ve started your period or peed yourself or something.”

“No they won’t. Look.” She reached down and showed Lisa the string that dangled from the small vagina. She was wearing a tampon.

“But won’t you be awfully dry that way?”

Jenny’s grin widened. Dropping her dress back into place, she reached into her little purse and brought out a tiny plastic bottle that contained a clear liquid. Baby oil. “Just a little drop on the end of the finger and I can moisten myself. That’s fun too.”

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Lisa was grinning now too.

Jenny just smiled and twirled, causing her dress to billow out and exposing her naked pussy and butt to her aunt’s excited view.

“I wouldn’t be doing too much twirling if I were you.”

At that moment the doorbell rang. Jenny scampered downstairs, rushing to open the door. Lisa could hear the girls’ squeal at the sight of each other. After the door closed, she heard little Tammy gasp and say, “Oh, my god!” in an urgent whisper. She had obviously been shown that Jenny was without panties.

“You do it too. It feels really sexy,” Jenny said, just loud enough for Lisa to hear her. The girls started up the stairs and Lisa began to walk toward them as if unaware of anything that had been said downstairs. When they came into view she smiled at them.

“Hello, Tammy. Ready for some dinner?” She noticed the girl had a backpack and was carrying a dress on a hanger, apparently brought to change into for dinner. Lisa smiled secretly at the thought of what wouldn’t be worn.

“Hi, Mrs. Sanders. Thank you for having me.” Lisa thought about the thank you and how it was worded. Yes, she had every intent of ‘having’ her. She thought to herself that the little girl didn’t know the half of it.

“We’re going into my room so Tammy can change,” said Jenny. The girls disappeared into Jenny’s bedroom, exploding into giggles.

Lisa was hungry and knew that another sex session might completely wear out Jenny. To ward off the girls getting too ‘involved’ she called to them through the closed door, “Don’t take too long catching up, ladies. I, for one, am hungry.” She got more giggles for her answer. She wasn’t ready to catch the girls together yet. She wanted to make sure Jenny understood. “I mean that, Jenny.”

“Okay, Aunt Lisa,” Jenny answered, resignation in her tone.

Lisa went downstairs, knowing the girls would do some flirting and maybe some touching and kissing, but trusting Jenny not to allow things to go too far… yet.

Ten minutes later the girls came downstairs, looking a bit flushed and perspiring a bit. When Tammy wasn’t looking, Jenny pointed to Tammy’s ass area and shook her head, indicating that she wasn’t wearing panties either. The thought that both little girls had only their dresses between their naked pussies and her sight gave Lisa’s pussy a twinge.

“You girls ready?” she asked.

Jenny gave her a mischievous look. “Oh, yes. We’re very ready.” Jenny giggled and Tammy looked as though she hoped Lisa didn’t get the double entendre. Lisa behaved as if she didn’t, of course. As they walked to the car, Lisa gave Jenny a “Don’t overdo it” look of warning when Tammy wasn’t looking.

By the time they got to the car, the two young teens were hanging back, sharing a private, whispered conversation. The sound of Tammy’s tone said she was probably telling Jenny the same thing Lisa’s look had. “Don’t overdo it.”

They climbed into the car, Lisa at the wheel, of course, with Jenny and Tammy in the back seat so they could talk. All Lisa could see of the girls in the mirror were their faces. She backed out of the driveway and began the thirty minute drive to the restaurant they would be going to.

Looking into the mirror, she could tell Jenny was rummaging in her purse. For baby oil, Lisa thought to herself. Sure enough, Jenny glanced at the mirror and grinned slyly. From the motions in the back, Lisa could tell she was putting a drop of the oil on each of their fingers and then putting the bottle away. The girls then sat back and talked quietly. The motion of their shoulders told her they were indeed rubbing their little clits. Lisa could hardly drive from watching their beautiful faces in the mirror while trying to appear to ignore them, not to mention the heat that was building in her own pussy. Things became very quiet in the backseat.

About twenty minutes into the drive, she could tell things were really heating up in the back of the car. Tammy would look at the mirror to see if Lisa was noticing anything. Lisa would look casually away from the mirror, as if she’d just been checking what was behind the car. She could see the girl was getting very worked up. Then her body seemed to stiffen, muscles locking to keep the sounds from escaping her lips into the car for Lisa to hear. Her body began to tremble slightly, her eyes widening involuntarily for a moment before closing. She was having an orgasm. Little Tammy was achieving a self-induced climax in the back seat of her car. Lisa felt her mouth go dry with longing. Lisa looked at Jenny. She, too, was close to another orgasm, her second one today. Jenny looked back at her in the mirror. Her face was flushed. Then, closing her eyes, she entered her own orgasm. Lisa looked quickly at Tammy. She was watching Jenny achieve her orgasm. She was looking longingly down at Jenny’s lap. In the meantime, Lisa was going crazy. She wanted so much to pull the car over and have her way immediately with the nubile, young pubescent girls. It was all she could do to keep the car in her lane.

The young teenagers regained their composure. Their breathing slowed. Jenny got some tissues from the console between the front seats and they cleaned themselves up quietly. After rearranging their dresses to a more demure and ladylike appearance, they began to talk again. Lisa realized that if she hadn’t been totally aware of what the girls had done because of her new relationship with Jenny, she would still have known what had just happened. Their actions and reactions spoke for themselves.

About five minutes after Jenny came, they arrived at the restaurant.

“I am massively starving,” Jenny announced.

“Me, too,” said Tammy.

“Me, three,” said Lisa, meaning for food, for Jenny, and for Tammy. But of course they did not know that. Not even Jenny.

Dinner had been wonderful. The girls had each wanted a hamburger with cokes, and Lisa had a large grilled chicken salad and iced tea. She could barely concentrate on the conversation because of the flaming need in her pussy. The two girls had climaxed, wonderful orgasms from the looks of them, but she was still feeling very horny indeed.

As she sat there, she decided to do something naughty. She slipped off her right shoe and casually lifted it to Jenny’s hips, gently brushing her leg on the way. Jenny looked at her, not believing she was doing this in a public place. But she just sat there, appearing as though her aunt was not now placing her foot against her little pussy. She even continued to talk to Tammy. Lisa could tell that she was enjoying this attention immensely though. Occasionally, she would squirm in her seat a bit as Lisa’s toes would rub her clit lightly. Eventually, Lisa lowered her foot to the floor and slipped her shoe back on. Jenny looked a little disappointed.

Lisa realized the little girl was a walking orgasm waiting to happen. She was the most sexual person she’d ever known. And she was only twelve. What would the future bring? If nothing else, she knew it would bring joy to her. And if the seduction of Tammy worked out, she would have a young girl to enjoy things with for many months, or maybe years, to come.

They arrived back home without the girls doing anything more that was overtly sexual. The girls watched some TV and chatted for a while. Then around ten o’clock Jenny suggested that she and Tammy turn in.

She came around to kiss her aunt goodnight, giving her a more appropriate kiss than each wanted, and the two girls went upstairs. Lisa was to wait for about fifteen minutes before sneaking up there to catch them “red-handed,” as it were. She and Jenny had spoken before Tammy arrived and Jenny had promised to be involved within that amount of time, and with the covers off them as well so that the sight of what they were doing could not be explained as anything else than what it was, sexual escapades between two young teenage girls.

She lifted her nightgown that she’d put on when they’d arrived back home, pulled down her panties to her knees, and looked at her now sopping pussy. Removing the panties completely, she spread her pussy lips and began to stroke her burning clit slightly, massaging it to ease the ache. She kept it on simmer.

In the bedroom together at last, the two girls began an animated conversation about the evening.

“Do you think she noticed anything?” asked Tammy, referring to their masturbation session in the car.

“Naw,” Jenny said. “She was too busy driving,” Jenny lied with ease.

“God, that was sooo hot.”

“I was wondering something,” said Jenny, a gleam in her eye. We’ve always touched our own pussies and stuff. Have you ever thought about touching each other`s pussy? We`ve never actually done that except for playing doctor.”

Tammy looked at Jenny. She seemed to Jenny to be holding her breath. The thought occurred to her that maybe she’d just stepped over the line. She was about to say “never mind” when Tammy spoke.

“Are you crazy? I’ve thought about practically nothing else. I was too afraid to ask you though. I didn’t want you to think I was a lezzie or something.”

“Then you want to try it?” asked Jenny.

“Yes. I want to try LOTS of things!” Tammy said excitedly. Then she grinned widely. “I’ve been reading some books and stuff and have some ideas of what kinds of things we can do to feel good.”

Quickly, the two girls stripped. It occurred to Jenny that she would have liked to remove Tammy’s clothes herself, but her fifteen minutes were almost up, and she wanted some alone time with Tammy before Aunt Lisa made her entrance.

They jumped into bed and Tammy began to get under the covers.

“No, don’t. I want to be able to see you. Is that okay?”

“Sure. That’s a good idea, actually.”

The two horny little girls faced each other on the bed.

“Kiss me,” said Tammy, and she bent her face forward to meet Jenny’s beautiful, full lips.

The girls began to slip their tongues into each other’s mouth. Their tongues explored the mouth they had invaded.

Jenny began to pinch the nipples of Tammy’s breasts. They were already hard nubs of flesh, just waiting to be sucked. Breaking the kiss, Jenny obliged them.

Tammy sat back and enjoyed the attention her breasts were receiving. She looked down at her friend’s head as it moved from one nipple to the other. Then she felt the hand that was approaching her pussy. It trailed down her tummy to the center of her desire. She could almost feel her pussy longing for Jenny’s touch. It seemed to be begging for her fingers to caress it.

Jenny’s fingers began their exploration of Tammy’s pussy. Not since the two girls had last played doctor together had their fingers been in contact with the other girl’s pussy, and that had been about three years ago, but now it was happening. Actual sexual touching.

Tammy felt her friend’s fingers begin rubbing her clit. Her hips were undulating beneath the caresses. She could feel Jenny’s own nearly bald pussy bucking up against her thigh, and she realized that it was wanting some attention as well. She reached down and began to massage the wet lips of her twelve-year-old friend’s pussy.

They continued this for a moment; then they broke their kiss and looked into each other’s eyes. Tammy realized she was close to reaching another orgasm, but she wanted it to wait. “Hold on a sec,” she said, breathlessly.

Jenny pulled away, realizing what was going on. She didn’t want her to climax yet either.

“Let’s take this a bit more slowly,” Tammy said. “I’m not ready to come yet.”

“What do you want to do?” asked Jenny.

“You sure you won’t freak out?”

“Of course not.”

“Well, I found this book of my dad’s when I was staying with him for a weekend. It is about these two girls, sisters actually, who have sex with each other and lots of other people too. There are some things they do to each other that really got me turned on.”

“What?” Jenny was anxious to hear, and wanting to get started again. Aunt Lisa would be coming in at any moment.

“Well…”

This was maddening. “Tell me! I promise I won’t think it’s weird!”

“Okay. They lick and kiss each other’s pussy. There. I said it.”

Jenny looked at her friend. She didn’t say a word, just scooted around in the bed until her face was at Tammy’s sopping wet pussy. She leaned forward and kissed the clit that was peeking up from the inner folds.

Tammy let out a quick gasp. Jenny then reached out with her tongue and licked it quickly. Tammy gasped again.

“Aren’t you going to do it too?” asked Jenny. She wanted to feel her friend’s tongue on her as well.

With that, Tammy leaned forward, breathed in the musky aroma of Jenny’s nearly hairless gash, and glued her mouth to the feverish lips, sucking gently on the girl’s clit. Jenny was in an instant heaven. She leaned in and did the same thing to Tammy’s soaking pussy. Her lips were glued to the little girl’s wet cunny as they began a languid sixty-nine.

Lisa had crept up the stairs to the room where the two girls were certainly involved in some advanced sexual games. She listened at the door. She could hear muffled moans from the girls if she listened carefully. They were obviously very involved. It occurred to her that she might miss all the fun if she waited much longer. The girls sounded close to cumming. Well, at least one of them would have a brief cooling off when she opened the door to this room. The other would feign fear, but would really be more excited. It was a cruel way to seduce the young girl, but Lisa thought she would enjoy it in the end.

Grasping the door knob, she turned it and entered the room, saying, “Oh, Jenny, I was just…” She stopped suddenly, pretending shock. Of course the two girls became a flurry of motion, scrambling away from the pussies that they’d been licking and sucking while attempting to cover themselves with the blanket. Lisa looked at Jenny. She was doing a great job of looking frightened. In fact, Lisa had the idea that she’d been startled anyway, as if she’d not been thinking about their plan, but was too involved with licking Tammy to consider anything else.

“Aunt Lisa!” she said. “You didn’t knock!”

“I didn’t think I would have to,” she countered, staring at the girls. She had gotten a glimpse of Tammy’s pussy, which had been only slightly covered with a light brown patch of downy hair. “I’d ask what you girls were doing, but I could see quite clearly what it was.”

Tammy was frightened, but not as frightened as Lisa thought she would be. It was a bit disconcerting. As if the plan weren’t working properly or something. Didn’t she know that Lisa could tell her mother what had been happening? Blackmail, of a sort, was what they were doing, after all. A sort of “Don’t worry. I won’t tell your mom if” kind of thing. Tammy looked ashamed, but not really scared. Lisa had expected the girl to dissolve into tears and beg her not to tell. Instead, she just hung her head. Lisa didn’t know quite what to make of it. She decided to remind Tammy her mother would probably find out what she’d been doing.

“Tammy, I’ve a good mind to call your mother right now. What do you think about that?” She tried to appear angry.

“Well, I guess you should call her.”

“What do you think she’ll say about this?”

The girl was plucking at a thread in the bedspread. Lisa could see she was ashamed at being caught, but not afraid. What was going on here?

“I suppose she’ll be angry I was caught doing that.”

Lisa looked at Jenny, who was looking at Tammy. Feeling Lisa’s eyes on her, she looked at Aunt Lisa and shrugged slightly, with an “I don’t know either” look on her face. Even little Jenny could see this was not the way it was supposed to go.

“You mean she’s caught you before?” asked Lisa. This was not necessarily good news. If she’d been caught before, the news she’d been caught again wasn’t so unsettling to Tammy. Their little plan was unraveling as surely as the thread on the bedspread that Tammy was plucking was.

“Not exactly,” said Tammy.

Huh? What was going on here anyway? “Then what exactly?” Lisa asked, sounding more confused than angry.

“You’ve got to promise you won’t tell. I could get in tons of trouble!”

Now this was confusing. A minute ago, she didn’t seem to mind if Lisa called Cheryl to tell her. Now Tammy was afraid she would. This was making no sense. None at all. She sat on the corner of the bed. Looking at Tammy, she noticed the cream from Jenny’s pussy on her lips. She wanted so much to lean over and kiss all the juices there off those precious lips. To put this beautiful, sexy child’s mind at ease. But first she had to get to the bottom of this. She was obviously missing something here.

In a gentle tone she asked, “Honey, what are you talking about? First you don’t seem to mind if I tell her what you were doing then you do? I don’t get it.” She looked at Jenny who was even more confused than she was, if that was possible.

“That’s not the part you can’t tell,” said Tammy. And the tears finally came. “She’ll only be angry that I got caught. It’s the other you can’t tell. Not to anyone!”

“What other?” she asked so tenderly that Tammy looked into her eyes for the first time since she’d walked in and caught them.

“You promise you won’t tell?”

She’d promise anything to get to the bottom of this. “Yes, hon. I promise.”

The young girl took a deep breath, let it out and said, “Mom didn’t catch me with another girl. She taught me.”

For a split second the meaning of the words didn’t register in her mind. Then Lisa’s heart began to pound.

“You mean your mother…?”

Tammy nodded. “You can’t tell her that I told. She could go to prison or something! Please!”

Lisa looked at the girl. “Don’t worry, baby. Nobody’s going to prison.”

Finally Jenny spoke. “I thought you seemed a bit experienced with this.”

“You can’t tell either, okay? My mom would just die if she thought someone knew!”

“What about your little sister? What about Emily?” asked Lisa.

“She’s teaching her too. Mom says mothers should teach their daughters about sex rather than some boy in the backseat of some car on a lonely road.

Lisa, meanwhile, was picturing Cheryl. Beautiful, gorgeous Cheryl. She was one of the sexiest women Lisa knew. Cheryl? With her two young daughters in bed? The image sent shivers of lust down her spine and straight to her needful pussy.

“I need to ask you one thing, and I need an honest answer. But first let me tell you that I won’t call the police or anything like that, okay? And I won’t think bad of you OR your mom. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Tammy said, relief washing over her features. She smiled for the first time since Lisa had come into the room. “What do you want to ask?”

“Do you like it when your mom does these things to you? Or do you wish she wouldn’t?”

“You won’t think I’m a slut or something?”

“No, baby. I won’t, and neither will Jenny, I promise.”

“Of course not. You’re my best friend!” added Jenny.

“I love what she does. Sometimes I can’t wait for her to come to my room. She is a wonderful teacher. And she’s very tender with me. Even when she spanks me, she knows she’s doing it for my pleasure. I like to be spanked, you see.” The girl blushed a deep crimson.

“And what about Emily? Does she like it too?”

“Oh, yes. Sometimes she will get horny and come into my room to sleep with me. We do stuff together too.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“As long as I can remember. She started with Emily when she was only four.”

Then Tammy looked uncomfortable and sad. “But I guess you want me to go home now. I’m sorry for what I did with Jenny. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. It`s just that I wanted her so much.”

Lisa held out her arms. A plan was forming in her mind. A most wonderful plan. Tammy moved into her arms, ignoring her own nudity, unashamed of it. “Oh, sweetie, you didn’t hurt anyone. Not at all. And you don’t need to go home either. In fact, Jenny and I have a confession of our own. But you must promise not to be mad at us if we tell you.”

“How could I be mad at you? You are both so wonderful,” she said, her head clasped between Lisa’s breasts so that her voice was slightly muffled.

“You might not think so after we tell you,” Lisa answered.

Tammy looked up into Lisa’s eyes. “What is it?”

Lisa looked at Jenny and back to Tammy.

“Well, honey, we sort of set this thing up, my catching you two together. I’m sorry. But, well, you see, I am Jenny’s teacher. You know, like your mom is your teacher.”

Tammy looked up at Lisa, her eyes growing large. Now it was her turn to be shocked.

“Are you mad?” asked Jenny. “Please don’t be. We just wanted to include you in our fun, that’s all.”

Tammy looked at Jenny. A tear rolled down her cheek as she leaned forward. The two young girls, barely entering their teen years, kissed passionately. Jenny’s hand went to Tammy’s breast and began to knead the warm, pliant flesh of her softball-sized titties.

When the kiss broke, Tammy looked at Lisa. Her eyes were a sparkling blue. Love, lust, and passion were in those eyes. Lisa leaned down and kissed her, the thought that Cheryl had kissed these same full lips entering her mind.

“Let me get this gown off.”

She stood and pulled the gown over her head and hooked her thumbs into her panties’ elastic waistband and pulled them down. She stood before the two young girls, each eating her up with their eyes. She joined them on the bed.

Immediately, Tammy and Jenny pushed Lisa onto her back and began sucking her large titties. They mouthed the globes and sucked on the nipples eagerly like twin starving babies at their mother’s breast. Lisa watched in utter joy as the two pretty girls made love to her boobs.

“Finger me,” she said, and the girls obeyed happily. Their hands moved down to her steaming pussy and began to manipulate the folds. Tammy, more experienced, sought her vagina, entering its molten depths with her index and middle fingers. Yes, thought Lisa, she has certainly done this before. She curled her fingers up to press her G-spot and began to massage it. Jenny, meanwhile was rubbing her clit.

Lisa was going wild with the eroticism of the moment. Her own hands cupped Tammy’s small boobs and Jenny’s protruding nipples, squeezing them rhythmically. She was suddenly longing to get her hands on their little pussies. Because she had already tasted Jenny’s little cunny, she found her mouth watering for Tammy’s.

Lisa was beginning to feel the first stages of her impending climax and wanted it to arrive with little Jenny’s mouth glued to her clit. “Let’s form a chain,” she said between breaths.

Lisa instructed them on what to do, telling Tammy to lay on her left side and start eating Jenny’s pussy, while she would position herself to lick Tammy’s and then Jenny could eat hers. For a moment, Tammy protested, saying she wanted to lick Lisa’s pussy, but then Lisa told Tammy that she wanted especially to lick her pussy, since she’d not done it before and would consider it an honor to do so.

Tammy smiled at that and positioned herself to make love to Jenny’s smaller cunny.

Lisa lay on her side and presented her pussy to Jenny while staring into the froth covered lips of Tammy’s young pussy. The downy brown hair lay in small wet bunches against her soft mound of flesh. The clit poked out as if reaching for Lisa’s mouth, lips, and tongue. She put her mouth against the warm, sticky lips and began to suck softly on the clit. At the same time, she reached up and smacked the little girl on her bottom. She giggled her delight, muffling the sound in Jenny’s pussy.

Jenny, meanwhile, was devouring her aunt’s much larger pussy. She loved its taste and the wetness that was there on every inch of the delightful pussy lips. Lisa stopped licking Tammy long enough to tell Jenny to put a finger in her asshole.

Jenny hesitated, but apparently, the mention of it had given Tammy ideas as well. Jenny felt a wet finger slide into her own ass. The invasion caused unbelievable sensations to wash throughout her pussy and ass. Knowing it felt this good, she plunged a wet finger into Aunt Lisa’s bum as well.

“Mine, too,” said Tammy urgently, squirming her ass around to show her need.

Lisa wet her index finger in the juices of Tammy’s sopping pussy and placed the tip against her asshole. Pushing slightly, she watched as the finger was devoured by the hole. From Tammy’s reaction, Lisa could tell she loved this.

The three females, one twenty-nine and the others twelve and thirteen, were in a state of pure bliss. They licked and sucked, plunged fingers into their partner’s assholes and were truly going mad with passion. Lisa was in pure ecstasy. Her cunt was on fire, the moisture that her vagina secreted only serving to add to the flames of her desire like gasoline poured on an inferno.

Tammy came first. Her hips bucked wildly, pressing her cunny into Lisa’s mouth one second and impaling her beautiful ass on her finger the next. Her climax seemed to last forever.

As it began to subside, Lisa began her own journey into her orgasm. She, too, pounded her pussy into Tammy’s lips and tongue. She screamed her orgasm out as Jenny licked and sucked her pussy. Spasms rocked her body like shockwaves following an earthquake.

She sat up and watched Tammy continue to work on Jenny’s little pussy. She had already come several times that day, and that included the rather strong crests of orgasmic waves by the pool. She knew that it would take more stimulation for the pussy to reach her third orgasm of the day.

Rising from the bed, she moved to where she could get to the young girl’s budding titties. Leaning over, she covered the right one with her mouth and sucked while her right hand began to smack the little girl’s ass, making it jiggle and shake against the intruding finger that Tammy was still using to fuck her asshole.

That was all that was needed. Jenny began to moan, scream, squeal, and rock with the orgasm that hit her like a freight train.

“OH GOD!! I’M COMING! I’M COMING! I’M COMING! OH, FUCK ME!”

It was the first time Lisa had heard her little twelve-year-old niece cuss. Hearing such words come out of that precious mouth now made her even more excited for some reason.

She continued to spasm, as did they all after their individual orgasms, as they lay on the cum and sweat soaked bed. Calm now, Lisa could smell it as the perfume of their mingled pussies filled the room.

“I think you girls are going to have to sleep with me tonight,” she said.

“I don’t see a problem with that,” Jenny answered as Tammy giggled.

“But there are two things we must do first. One is take a shower.”

“And the other?” asked Tammy.

“Call your mother and invite her and Emily over,” answered Lisa. Tammy’s mouth dropped open then curled into a smile, a most delicious smile.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Aunt Lisa’s Summer with Jenny, Chapter 2

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 11:41 am

The Pool and the Roller Coaster

By Cheryl Taggert

For a brief description of who’s who in this series, go here.

Lisa took Jenny by the hand and went to the sliding glass doors that led to the pool area behind the house. She looked at her young niece and openly admired her young, firm twelve-year-old’s body. Her small titties were budding from the former flatness of her chest, and the sparse pubic hair was a light thatch of silk that barely showed on her soft mound. She noticed, too, how young Jenny brazenly stared at her own physical attributes. They had just finished shaving Lisa’s pubes, so they shown cleanly in the sunlight that warmed the pool. They had also decided that whatever felt good they should do so long as it hurt no one. And that included masturbating whenever the urge struck. Lisa had masturbated just ten minutes ago in her bathroom while Jenny had listened in secretly, before confessing to having done so. And while helping Lisa shave her smooth mound, Jenny had touched herself occasionally but had yet to reach an orgasm. She had promised herself (and Lisa) that she intended to take care of that problem very soon. As they reached the pool, Lisa thought to herself how wonderful this summer alone with Jenny was going to be.

Breaking her hand away from Lisa’s, Jenny suddenly dashed for the pool. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” she shouted, plunging into the warm water. She came up for air after swimming a few strokes underwater.

Lisa admired how smoothly the young girl moved through the water. Her mouth became as wet as the pool itself thinking about tasting the young girl’s pussy. She would do that soon, she promised herself.

“You swim for a while, hon. I am going to sunbathe for a bit and watch you.”

“Okee-dokee!” she squealed and swam across the water’s surface to the edge of the pool. She happened to stop right where the pool’s filtration system jetted water into the pool underneath the water’s surface.

Lisa was quite familiar with that little pleasure as well. She had discovered that pools were great for masturbating when she was very young, even before she knew what masturbation was. She remembered being only about six or seven. She had chosen to relax in their own pool at just such a spot. Looking back on it now, her parents had to know what was going on. She recalled the look her mom would give her at those times. She recognized it now as one of questioning, wondering if what she was seeing was what it seemed to be. As she grew older and showed that she liked that spot in the pool more than others, her mother must have certainly realized her young daughter was masturbating. She could even remember reaching an orgasm that way. She even did it at a public pool once or twice.

Now she noticed little Jenny had found the same spot. The fact that the child had made a beeline to the very spot that would masturbate her little pussy told Lisa that she had done this before. Lisa watched Jenny as she positioned her nearly bald pussy in front of the forceful column of water. Water swelled up her belly and chest, making a rippling series of waves that billowed from her tiny titties. The ecstatic look on Jenny’s face told Lisa that her niece was indeed getting the jet of water focused on just the right spot.

Lisa took one of the reclining deck chairs and moved it to an area right next to where little Jenny was masturbating herself with the pool’s filtering system. As she sat, Jenny’s eyes fluttered open for a moment to look at Lisa’s body. Then the sensations must have become intensely satisfying, as Jenny`s eyes went back to half-mast. Her breathing was becoming irregular.

Jenny had known immediately where she was going when she jumped into the pool. She had known about the gushing jet of water since her early childhood.

She keenly felt the jet of water as it made its contact with her naked pussy. Jenny had actually been skinny dipping only once before, and the thrill of it had made her want to do it again. There was no greater sense of freedom than darting through the water naked and unashamed. She leaned up to the edge of the pool and put both arms onto the side edge to hold her in place. She luxuriated in the feel of the water bubbling up from her tender pussy and spreading from her body in waves.

She directed the spray at her most tender spot and held herself there. The water beat unceasingly against her mound, stimulating her clitoris and making her silently beg for more. She adjusted her body to bring her pussy closer to the water stream. Her pussy was beginning to hum with pleasure.

She opened her eyes momentarily to look at the naked sight of Aunt Lisa as she arranged herself on the deck chair. It was a reclining model, with a heavy cloth material stretched around the frame of the chair. Aunt Lisa was staring at her, her mouth partially open. In an almost surreal moment of what appeared to be slow motion, she watched as Aunt Lisa’s tongue undulated slightly, unconsciously, behind the parted lips. For a moment, Jenny imagined that the water on her bare pussy was Aunt Lisa’s tongue. The idea was excruciatingly pleasurable to her aching mound. She had needed to reach an orgasm for over almost three hours now, ever since she had first seen Aunt Lisa at the airport when she’d picked her up, and the mental image of Aunt Lisa’s face between her thighs was certainly helping to increase her need.

Not that she’d ever had anyone eat her pussy before, but she had read about it. Her own dad (or was it her mom?) had a collection of erotic novels that would rival anyone’s. And she had made use of the books she found there. So while she had never experienced having her pussy bathed by someone’s tongue, she was certainly aware it happened. And she also knew it was one of the things girls did to each other. At least they did in the novels she’d found in her parents’ study. Many times she’d masturbated while reading of these women and even young girls licking each other’s pussies. She knew that actually experiencing the thrill of having her pussy eaten was almost surely going to happen, and probably sooner rather than later.

Jenny watched Aunt Lisa, admiring her naked beauty and utter sensuality with half-closed eyes as she felt the orgasm that had been waiting to escape her tender young body begin to approach. Her breathing was becoming more labored. She could hear her breath as it labored in and out of her lungs through her nostrils. Suddenly she could feel the tickle that signaled the oncoming orgasm surge from deep within her youthful pussy. It was this moment, this rushing, overwhelming, almost unbearable moment of hanging on the edge of orgasm that she loved most of all. She felt her young body step to the precipice of the moment and dangle there, savoring the free-fall that was to come and then… then… t…h…e…n… the orgasm washed over her in a blissful wave. Centered in her pussy, it pounded from deep within her body, rushing outward in waves of pleasure, and wracking her petite child’s body with orgasmic convulsions of ecstasy. She gasped moans into the air around her. Whimpers of pure joy escaped her tender lips. The orgasm was one of the best she’d ever experienced. She thought for a moment she was going to faint.

As the tremors passed, she opened her eyes once again to see Aunt Lisa looking at her, slack-jawed with lust. The desire in her eyes filled Jenny with love and a previously unacknowledged passion for her aunt. She had desired her, but never like this. And looking into her aunt’s beautiful eyes, she knew that these lustful feelings were mutual.

They were both glassy-eyed. Jenny from the force of her recent orgasmic display for her aunt, and Lisa from the force of her utter longing for this young child, her niece. Her niece whom she’d held as a baby, whose diaper she’d changed, whom she had cuddled and kissed and cooed over. This child who would be a woman one day. She remembered the times she had been alone with her niece. Now she recognized the early signs of desire. She’d masturbated more than once after bathing Jenny and putting her down for a nap. Lisa realized with a jolt that she’d always longed for her to grow up so they could experience each other in ways that most of the world thought was taboo. This sudden knowledge brought tears to her eyes.

Jenny saw these tears and got out of the pool.

“What’s the matter?” Jenny was afraid Aunt Lisa was going to decide that this was wrong somehow. That it must stop immediately. She feared that her sudden joy at having the freedom to be who she was, an erotically charged child, was going to end. What happened, though, was not what she’d expected.

“I just love you. That’s all,” Aunt Lisa said. Her voice caught in her throat as she spoke. “And I never realized how much until right now.”

Jenny stepped closer to her and Lisa reached for her naked young body. Pulling it close Lisa whispered, “Do you know what I am planning to do with you? Do you understand the longing I have for you?”

Jenny buried her face into Aunt Lisa’s neck. “Yes. I want you to do all these things. I have wanted it for a year now.”

Lisa gasped slightly and held Jenny away from her body at arm’s length to look into her eyes. “You’ve wanted to do sex things with me for a year?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Jenny nodded, her eyes cast down.

“Ever since I was under the bed when you and Uncle Greg had sex in my room one afternoon when you were visiting.”

Lisa’s eyes widened. “You were under the bed?” She remembered the incident. They had thought they were alone, of course. Now, she realized they had had company. “You heard everything we did and said?”

Jenny burst out, “You aren’t mad at me, are you? I didn’t mean to be in the room when you two came in. But you did and I didn’t know where to hide so I got under the bed. You and Uncle Greg were talking about you and a woman doing stuff together and it got me thinking about you like that. I was so horny I masturbated to the thoughts of you up on my bed above me with Uncle Greg putting his thing inside you.”

“No, honey. I’m not mad. You mean you were masturbating under the bed while Greg and I…?” Jenny nodded, suddenly wishing this hadn’t come out.

“Are you really not mad?”

“I’m really, really not mad, Jen. Not at all.” She pulled the little girl to her and felt her naked body respond to the touch of Jenny’s nudity.

“But honey, why didn’t you just say, `Excuse me’ and leave when we came in. Why go to the trouble of hiding from us?”

Jenny looked at Aunt Lisa. “Do you promise not to get mad?”

“Okay. I promise not to get mad. Why didn’t you just leave when we came in?”

“I was snooping through your stuff to see if there were any sexy things to read or look at. Daddy has those and I thought maybe you and Uncle Greg would have some of that stuff for me to read or something. You know, something new for me to read… or something.”

Lisa remembered doing the same kinds of things. Snooping through the drawers of the families she babysat for, rummaging through closets at friends` houses, always careful to make it look undisturbed. She vaguely recalled noticing some things in their bags looking mussed when they’d started unpacking.

“Are you sure you’re not mad?”

“Yes, I am sure I’m not mad. I used to do that stuff too, you know.”

Here was the second revelation that day that had surprised Jenny. The first was her open admission to masturbation and now this one, that she’d snooped through people’s stuff. “I get the feeling we’re a lot alike,” she said, and Lisa clasped the naked twelve-year-old to her and hugged her tightly, feeling the skin as it touched and noticing the stiffness of her niece’s nipples as they air dried. Jenny returned the hug ardently and scooted her body into Aunt Lisa’s lap. Lisa accepted her niece’s overture of almost childish intimacy.

They held each other like that for several minutes. Then Lisa was kissing Jenny`s soft neck and shoulders, savoring her niece’s taut skin. Tasting the pool water only to find that it increased her thirst rather than quenched it. Lisa knew the only thing that would quench that thirst. Her hand began to massage Jenny’s ribcage, moving delicately over the small A-cup titties, tweaking the nipples, rubbing her muscular abdomen.

After several moments of these touches, her fingers began to move toward their final target. Finally, they reached her tender pussy lips. The index and middle fingers of her right hand parted the delicate folds of her virgin pussy, grazing the tender clitoris on their way into the soft inner lips. Immediately, Lisa’s fingers were drenched in Jenny’s fluids. The unusually sticky lubricant flowed from her vagina and coated Lisa’s hand. The milky substance was warm to the touch, and its lustful scent was as stimulating as an expensive perfume. Lisa’s fingers moved expertly around the flooding pussy, bringing intense pleasure to the girl who only moments ago had experienced one of her young life’s most forceful orgasms. Hers became the first fingers other than Jenny’s to explore her most tender regions. Gently, she pushed deeper into the secret folds of Jenny’s velvet soft pussy until her finger found the entrance to the fountain that was releasing all these juices. Pushing slightly, her finger disappeared into the fleshy hole of her vagina.

Jenny sucked her breath in as the finger entered her. She had used a tampon for several months, so there was no pain or discomfort when the finger had entered her. Now the experienced digit was moving in and out of her pussy, delving deeper into the center of her being. Her clit was already beginning to throb.

Being careful not to break the contact with her pussy, she scooted down to where she could begin to kiss, suck, and nibble Aunt Lisa’s wonderful titties. The globes were firm, not limp and sagging. Lisa had taken good care of herself and her breasts were no exception. Jenny was in heaven. She made love to Aunt Lisa’s boobs while Lisa fingered her fiery pussy.

After a moment, Jenny began to feel the beginnings of another orgasm approaching. That was the way with her, and she wondered if Aunt Lisa was the same. Once she had achieved an orgasm, if she was kept aroused, she could have several more in quick succession. She had read about women who were multi-orgasmic, but she had never matched the term with her own situation. As the next wave of orgasm washed over her, she suddenly understood, especially when the orgasm crested, calmed momentarily, and built immediately back to a building crescendo of another orgasm. She squirmed and squealed in delight as she rode a roller coaster of orgasms. Each one was more powerful than the last. It was as if she were going up taller and taller hills, cresting anew before plunging down and starting the journey up the next taller and steeper hill. The journeys were pure joy and she wanted them to last forever. With each new cresting wave she would moan and squeal louder and louder. Her hips would buck involuntarily, pushing her pussy into Aunt Lisa’s hand, impaling herself on her fingers.

Meanwhile, Lisa was nearly cumming without even being touched beyond the attention Jenny was paying to her breasts. She’d always had sensitive titties, and her nipples seemed to have a direct line to her clit. But she’d never gotten this excited just from having them sucked. She was bucking her own hips in a counter-rhythm to Jenny’s movements. The only contact with that area, though, was Jenny’s shapely little ass, which was grinding itself into her lap while her aunt’s fingers managed to bring her to torrential orgasms. Lisa’s pussy was a burning pit. She could feel Jenny’s ass in her lap and the abandoned excitement of her niece’s jerking pussy. Jenny’s mouth was glued to her right breast, licking and sucking it eagerly. Lisa remembered when Jenny was a baby and she would care for her when she was only seventeen or eighteen. She had wondered what it felt like to have a baby suckle her breast. She had offered Jenny her own breasts one day to see how it felt. She’d been surprised how sexual it felt. She had no milk to give, but Jenny seemed to enjoy sucking her boobs anyway. Not like this, of course, but the memory flooded back, giving her an unusual sense of déjà vu.

Suddenly, her own orgasm was building with surprising speed. It came upon her almost without warning. One second she was at a pinnacle of sexual ecstasy; the next she was crashing over the wall into a most powerful orgasm.

They each rode the climax to its conclusion. But to Lisa’s pleasant surprise, Jenny did not seem to be through quite yet. Lisa knew what to do about that.

“Move for a second, hon,” she told her young niece. Jenny shifted, and Lisa stood up on wobbly legs. “Move into the chair and dangle your feet on each side of the leg area of the seat.” She looked down at the result. Jenny was spread for her in the outdoor recliner, ready for whatever came next. Jenny reached down and continued to massage her little clit, refusing to give up her roller coaster ride just yet. She crested again and Lisa was on her knees in front of the child, bending herself over the prone little girl and placing her mouth at her succulent pussy. She dived in, rubbing her tongue on the clit and bringing Jenny an almost instant orgasmic crest.

Jenny tasted wonderful. At that moment, her cream was better than anything Lisa had ever tasted before. Jenny’s clit was positively vibrating with the intensity of her orgasms. Her vaginal walls were pulsing rhythmically, contracting with the waves that overtook her young, preteen body. Had she been able to think clearly enough to form a thought, she would have gladly accepted death right then.

Suddenly, Jenny could feel a sudden shifting in her body’s metabolism. Instead of a short bursting climb to the next cresting hill of orgasm, her body began a slow, methodic ascent instead. She was vaguely aware of this and waited with anticipation for what came next although she wasn’t sure what that was. All she knew was that she would enjoy it. Immensely.

As the next cresting climax built, she let herself go entirely. Her body became a mass of orgasmic fiber. Each cell in her body seemed to be riding this wave to its massive conclusion. She both tensed and relaxed awaiting the coming bodily explosion.

Then what happened was more than she ever thought could happen. Her body seemed to scream. Not her voice only, although that did do its share of screaming. It seemed that every cell was acutely aware of every sensation that flowed over her. Her body and mind erupted into such a massive orgasm that she nearly passed out. In fact she may have momentarily lost her senses. She wasn’t sure. Her hips bucked so much that Lisa had difficulty staying with her. She screamed so loud, Lisa was afraid the neighbors would hear and investigate. And they were nearly a quarter mile away. Lisa came as she’d never come before. A torrent of physical and mental bliss washed over her like a plunge into a warm ocean.

She didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘nirvana’, but if it had been explained to her, she’d have understood it perfectly.

Finally, after the orgasmic volcano had settled into the afterglow, she opened her eyes a little and looked at Aunt Lisa, who was sitting next to the chair, her bare ass against the pavement that wound around the pool. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was, “Wow.”

“I think I’m going to go for a little swim to revive my senses back to normal,” said Aunt Lisa. “You wanna join me or just relax in the chair?”

Jenny looked into her eyes. “I love you,” was all she said and fell instantly asleep.

Lisa kissed her sleeping niece. “I love you, too, honey-bunch. I love you too.” Then she slipped into the pool to replenish herself.

Continue on to Chapter 3