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When the Past Meets the Present, Chapter 4

  • Posted on August 6, 2015 at 6:25 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Emily lay on me, her lithe body stretched out over mine, and kissed me with all the passion that had been building all day. She had come several times, of course, twice as I watched her, but she was obviously very turned on by what had happened that evening. I had no idea how often Nikki had come, though I knew it was at least once, but I guessed it was probably more than that. As we kissed, my mind wandered back nearly nine years to my first time masturbating Emily and, later, Nikki. I wondered again how much that early introduction to orgasms had fed their future libido. Glancing at Nikki, I could see she was quite involved with Lisa. Their tongues were matching the dance Emily’s and my tongues were happily performing as we kissed each other deeply and with an eroticism that was usually reserved strictly for adults.

My daughters, it occurred to me, were children in most ways, but they were adults when it came to sexual desires. I decided that if my early sexual contact with them had led to this, I would have no regrets. We were what we were, and I’d been lucky enough to find another woman who shared my desires. The fact that we had two beautiful and more-than-willing partners under age ten to satisfy those desires felt like winning the sexual lottery.

Emily looked at me with mischievous desire painting her expression. She was obviously thinking of the many things she would do to me now that we were in bed together in a passionate embrace. She moved down my body to my boobs, where my nipples were already stiffened from the desire I felt. She looked at me again, grinned perversely, and moved her mouth onto my nipple for the first time since she’d been a baby feeding at my breast. She began to suck, chew, and kiss my nipple while she began to subconsciously hump my knee with her little pussy. I could feel the moisture on my leg as she pressed herself against me there. My mouth instantly watered and my heartbeat quickened, knowing I would be tasting her juices for the first time in a matter of only a few minutes.

Emily continued making oral love to my breasts. She looked so lovely with her mouth attached to me there, sucking my nipple the way she did as a baby, but now for a totally different reason. She was hungry, yes, but not for milk. She was hungry now for the intense passion of that moment. She longed, as I did, for the waves of pleasure that such acts brought to our respective pussies. Putting it bluntly, she was hungry for an orgasm. I could feel myself getting wetter from the sensations she was giving me, and I knew her own pussy would be responding the same way.

I looked over at Nikki and Lisa, and Lisa was moving down Nikki’s naked body, her destination easy to read. Nikki’s vulva stood up from her belly in a gently curved mound, the slit between the labia looking as delicious as I knew it would be. Lisa was at Nikki’s navel, playing softly with it by pushing her tongue into the small indentation of flesh there the way her tongue would soon push its way softly into Nikki’s small, hairless pussy. Nikki was watching Lisa, taking in the movements and the sensations they brought her. She was making small humping movements with her hips, subconsciously urging her pussy toward the mouth that was about to devour it.

Just as Emily’s mouth began to move down my body, leaving my nipples for the moment to discover other treasures, Lisa’s mouth landed on Nikki’s bare pussy. I could see her tongue split the outer labia to dive into the joys beneath. The look on Lisa’s face was one of pure bliss, as if she were tasting the most delicious food in the entire universe–and I suppose she was. Nikki’s face changed as well. She threw her head back and squinched her eyes closed. I could see the pleasures Lisa’s tongue created on Nikki’s face. The word ecstasy came to my mind, unbidden, and I realized this was, indeed, what I was seeing. Pure ecstasy. Pleasure beyond measure.

Now it was my turn to feel what Nikki was feeling. Emily, whose road map had been obvious from the moment she broke our kiss, had arrived at my own shaved and waxed pussy. Looking into my center as if it were some crystal ball that would tell her how wonderful her life would be from now on because of this one moment, she paused, perhaps to savor the seconds before her first taste of my sexuality, her first sips of my juices of passion and love, the first contact of her tongue on my pussy. She was aware now that this would not be our last time together, but she also seemed to have the mature understanding that there was only one first time, and she appeared to want to relish it for just a moment before experiencing the joys she knew awaited her.

Then glancing at me with what I can only describe as pure sexual love, she moved her lips to my pussy, lay her mouth upon my inner labia, curled her tongue up to greet my clit, and began to moan with the absolute joy she experienced by finally being able to taste what she’d been wanting to taste so badly. Again, the word ecstasy leaped into my mind as I looked at her face when those first seconds of tasting my pussy had finally happened. Then the word ecstasy was replaced by another word: Love. Yes, only love can cause such great pleasure and passion.

How could this be wrong? I asked myself. She was not forced to do anything. Instead, she was doing what she wanted to do with every fiber of her being. She was not feeling “used” or “forced” or “coerced” in any way. My heart sang with the sudden knowledge that what I feared most–that she would hate me one day for allowing this to happen–would never happen. This moment of absolute and pure love was nothing more than that, yet it was everything at the same time. It was as simple as saying the word love and as complicated as feeling it throughout your entire body. I realized at that moment that this was right for us, just as I knew it would not be right for someone else. Our total love for each other–mother and daughter–had been working towards this passionate event from the moment the little girl, who was in one important way a woman prone between my legs, first placed her minutes-old lips upon my breast for the first time to feed and my reaction of sudden desire to that event had blind-sided me. This was meant to be; it was as easy as that. Suddenly, I was wondering why I had waited so long to bring our relationship to this point.

In the midst of all this thought, my mind was also focused on the intense pleasure Emily’s lips were bringing me. It was as if I were two people: the mother who was observing this exchange of sexual love and the lover who was the recipient of the pleasure.

Moans beside me diverted my attention again, and I was suddenly aware of a regret that I had not been the first to put my lips upon Nikki’s pussy, but I quickly pushed that thought away as jealousy born of my own reluctance to do so months or years ago. Nikki was definitely enjoying what Lisa was doing to her. I looked down and saw that Lisa had one finger tickling either my younger daughter’s little pussy or butt hole, I couldn’t tell which from that angle, while Lisa’s mouth licked from her tiny clit to where that finger lay against that most sensitive of places. Nikki looked as if she might float above the bed, she was so turned on by what was being done to her. Lisa’s tongue continued its journey of sensation.

Nikki began to buck her hips, and loud moans filled the room. Even Emily slowed her own seduction of my pussy to watch her baby sister come. As soon as Nikki had crested, however, she was back at my pussy, licking in earnest to bring me to an orgasm–the first orgasm she had ever given me that didn’t involve my fingers with only a fantasy of her.

Immediately, I felt the orgasm that had been hiding in me while my thoughts raced among related matters begin to build. I could tell it was going to be big, perhaps the biggest orgasm I had ever had, and my mind and body welcomed it. It came on me like a sudden, crashing wave speeding to the shore of some well-known ocean beach that still had a mysterious quality that surrounded it, as if the location was familiar, but the tides had changed the shore to alter the beach’s appearance somewhat. I waited for that wave to swallow me, knowing it would be an experience I had never had before that was, at the same time, similar to other experiences.

And then it happened. The wave seemed to grab me and toss me like a rag-doll, washing the orgasmic bliss over me, and surrounding me with it, the way the ocean would surround me if I were washed into the surf by a large wave. I could hear someone screaming, but the sound was muffled, and it wasn’t until the wave began to release me and I began to surface from the more intense spasms of the orgasm that I realized the screams were mine.

When the orgasm began to subside, and I was once again more aware of my surroundings, I looked at the woman and two young girls I loved with all my heart. The woman was smiling knowingly; the girls looked surprised, or maybe even slightly afraid.

I smiled in reassurance at my daughters and breathed out a sigh while I said, “I’m fine.” Emily and Nikki smiled back, realizing that I must have just had the most intense orgasm of my life. Nikki, especially, seemed to know what I felt.

I crooked my index finger of my right hand at Emily. She moved to me, and we lay together and kissed for a moment.

“I don’t think I can move right now,” I said, “but if you wish, you can straddle my head and lower your pussy to my lips, and I will lick you to an orgasm.”

Emily smiled, grinned actually, and immediately moved into position.

I gazed up at the bald pussy that was being offered to me. It was different from a waxed pussy in that it had never had any downy hair grow from its outer shell, the labia that protected a girl’s most precious gift from nature. I felt my mouth begin to water as she lowered herself onto my lips. I stuck out my tongue as my older daughter’s pussy descended and felt the small crease that opened to allow my tongue to bathe every millimeter of the wonderful, delicious flesh within those folds.

And bathe my daughter’s inner secrets is exactly what I did.

Emily immediately began to squirm as my tongue began its assault on her tenderest places. Her whimpers told me she was enjoying this, perhaps more than she could have ever envisioned she would.

Her pussy seemed to take on a life of its own. Her hips would sway this way and that, causing me to have to follow her to keep my mouth on her precious mound. I could feel her small clit beneath my exploring tongue, and each swipe across her hood of flesh caused her to spasm slightly with the total enjoyment she was feeling. Soon she was moving her hips back and forth with enthusiasm, instinctively creating a fucking motion that caused her pussy to enhance the contact between my lips and tongue and her clit and inner labia.

Her pussy juice was like apple juice, it was so sweet. Yet, there was also the tangy flavor of a mature woman’s pussy as well, just not nearly as strong. I could taste a hint of pee as well. And the softness of her vulva, with its surface so devoid of hair, was like kissing warm, buttered cotton. My own juices began to flow again with the knowledge I was licking my nine-year-old daughter’s pussy and she was enjoying it without guilt or blame.

I had recovered from my previous orgasm enough to engage my hands in the pleasuring of my daughter. I moved them to her small butt and began to knead the flesh there, enjoying the feel of the petite globes of flesh as I squeezed and spread them. I wanted to do what I thought Lisa had done to Nikki. I wanted to finger her there and lick the tiny orifice to show my little one how much pleasure could be derived from having someone with the knowledge and desire to awaken that small erogenous zone.

Lifting Emily’s butt a few inches, my mouth sought her little star, and soon I was lathering my spit on her butt hole with my tongue. She began to squeal even more, and I replaced my tongue with a finger, playing gently with her there before moving to her clit and back to her butt with my tongue.

Emily nearly went wild with the sensations. Her hips seemed to lose control as she flexed her pussy and butt hole against my mouth and tongue. At the moment, she was loving everything that was happening to her.

I became aware that Lisa was now panting beside me. I glanced over and saw she was watching what I did to Emily’s pussy and butt. I could not see Nikki, and I assumed she was licking Lisa’s pussy. The look on Lisa’s face suggested I was 100% correct.

I went back to concentrating on bringing Emily to the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. After all, turn about is fair play, and she definitely deserved to receive what she had so wonderfully given me.

I sucked her tiny clit and its hood into my mouth and began to vibrate my tongue across it.

That broke the dam. Emily was grunting, groaning, and squealing with the intensity of her orgasm. It seemed to last for several minutes, it was so powerful. When I looked up at her, she had tears moving down her cheeks, but she was smiling as if she had just gotten that horse she asked for every Christmas and birthday.

Moving from her position above me, she lay down and we cuddled while watching her sister bring Lisa to her orgasm. From what I could see, Nikki was quite a talented pussy-licker. She had already learned where everything was and it was driving Lisa mad. I leaned over and kissed her as Emily moved to where she could suck and lick Lisa’s breasts.

Within a minute, she was coming, and based on her reactions to the orgasm, it was as stunning as the ones Emily and I had before, and probably Nikki, too.

Afterwards, we lay in my bed, panting to catch our breath, and I looked at Lisa. She was looking at me. I could tell she was wondering if maybe I was having second thoughts about this arrangement. I wanted to let her know that I wasn’t. I wanted her to know I was grateful for her part in this.

I wanted her to know I love her.

So I leaned over and kissed her with as much tender passion as I could. When I leaned back, there were tears in my eyes.

“So, when are you moving in?” I asked.

She smiled as if she, too, were getting a present she longed for, and tears filled her eyes and spilled over as well.

“My lease on my apartment is up the end of next month,” was all she said.

“Really?!” said Emily, suddenly perking up. “You’re gonna move in with us?!”

Lisa looked at Emily, then at me, and finally at Nikki, who was waiting excitedly for her answer.

“If you’ll have me,” she said.

My daughters’ squeals were almost as loud as they had been when the girls had reached those intense orgasms.

Continue on to Chapter 5

My Angel Mistress, Part Three

  • Posted on August 6, 2015 at 2:21 pm

By Rainbow Brite

A week later, Annie is at school and I’m cleaning the house. I pause and look down at my left ankle with the small angel tattoo, and get a warm feeling all over. It’s a little girl angel with tiny wings, seated and wearing a short skirt and high-top stockings with a seductive look on her face. Annie wanted to symbolize how much she loved me by getting a tattoo on her right ankle and letting me choose the design, and this is what I chose for her. But then I decided at the Body Art Ink Shoppe I wanted to do the same so we would always be a pair, so I had one done on my left ankle – this way, when we were face-to-face in each other’s arms, our tattoos would be together as well. I love my angel Annie so much, and having these tattoos makes me feel less jealous about Annie having Chloe as a girlfriend.

As my angel had requested, I’ve gone out of my way recently to be more passionate when Chloe fucks me, and I do this by pretending she’s Annie. As a result, Chloe has not been as mean to me lately, although she still hurts my feelings by calling me things like ‘brood mare’, and ‘breeding stock’, and sometimes likes to stick things in my ass like big cucumbers and then take pictures. I think somehow she resents me being pregnant, but I can’t figure out why.

She is still rough with me, once almost smothering me with her pussy as she straddled my face, another time caning me instead of spanking me with her hand or a hairbrush. This really, really hurt and made me not just cry, but howl! My angel Annie would never do anything to really hurt or mark me, and she was furious when she saw the welt marks from the caning on my ass. She and Chloe had a huge fight about it (I was secretly hoping they’d break up), but Chloe finally saying she was sorry.

As punishment for damaging Annie’s property, (me) she agreed to let Annie cane her, then Chloe had to drink a glass of Annie’s wonderful pee, which she promptly threw up afterwards. (Of course, guess who had to clean THAT up.) But I secretly enjoyed Chloe getting a taste of her own medicine, and seeing her unable to do something that is so easy for me.

After administering her punishment to Chloe, Annie then took us both to bed, making me lay on my back with my legs spread while she straddled my face and let me lick her pussy. She made Chloe go between my legs for the first time and pleasure me, and while I could not see her because of my now-huge baby belly, I certainly felt her and had to admit I now understood why Annie liked to fuck her. Her tongue was very skilled, and I had several cums from her licking.

To remind me of my place, I was ordered to stand in the corner and watch as Annie then ravaged Chloe. (I got a secret thrill knowing that Annie was kissing lips and a face that was covered in my pussy juices.) I quietly slipped my hand around my belly and between my legs to rub my clit as I watched, but Annie spotted me and made me stop just as I was cumming. I groaned, but was allowed no relief as they ground their pussies together savagely, biting at each other’s breast buds and necks and cumming hard.

After Chloe had left, I made dinner and then Annie and I went to bed early. My angel didn’t want me to pleasure her, she just wanted us to lie together and hold each other. I was thrilled, because it was one of those motherly things I didn’t get to do much these days, just hold my sweet baby close and snuggle with her, and give her the occasional kiss. Although she is my mistress, she’s still my little girl, and moments like these when she uses me for comfort just make me love her more.

As we lay there she told me shared how unhappy she was about what had happened, and asked me to please try to be more affectionate to Chloe to see if that would make things better between the two of us. I promised her with all my heart I would.

All my life I’ve been very organized and an excellent planner, and so the next day I think make a plan and put it in motion. Annie forgot her cell phone on the counter when she left for school, and it’s one of those that can take pictures, and that’s when the idea for my plan hits me. I go into my room and pulled out the reddest, sexiest lipstick I have, and paint my lips bright red. (Annie doesn’t usually allow me to wear makeup, but I think she’ll allow this for what I have in mind.) I also take my sweatshirt off and with the lipstick I draw a heart across the top of each of my breasts. Over the heart on my right breast I write ‘I LUV’, and over the heart on the right one I write ‘U CHLOE’. Then, using the phone, I take a picture of my decorated chest, as well as my red sexy lips puckered for a kiss, and send the pictures to Chloe’s cell phone at school. It’s lunch time at school so it shouldn’t take too long for her to get the message.

Fifteen minutes later, my cell phone rings. It’s the school nurse, and apparently Chloe has a stomach ache. Her mom can’t come to pick her up, but wants to know if I can come pick Chloe up so she can stay with me until after work. I sigh like it’s an imposition, but reluctantly agree. I pull on my boring pregnancy stretch pants and slip on one of my ex-husband’s white dress shirts (it sets off the red lipstick very dramatically), hop in the minivan, and off I go.

I pick Chloe up, and we’re driving back to the house. She says nothing, just stares at me. I surreptitiously unbutton the top buttons of the dress shirt so she can see part of the messages on my breasts. I take a risk and dare to look at her, but she doesn’t notice. Her eyes are riveted to my chest. I giggle inwardly to myself, for I have her where I want her. She may not appreciate a sub manipulating her like this, even if it is on Annie’s orders.

Once we get in the house, as soon as the door closes she’s ripping the shirt off of me, the buttons flying all over as she pulls it off of me. She grabs my elbows and uses them to press me against the wall, and then proceeds to attack my nipples. I can’t help myself – my pregnant nipples are hyper-sensitive, and I moan in delight. She releases my elbows.

“Don’t move,” she warns me. She rips my sandals off, then my pants are down and away. She smothers my belly with her kisses as she works her way down to my wet pussy, and I spread my legs slightly to give her better access. I shudder as her tongue bathes my clit and labia. I feel the baby move – Chloe’s really stirring things up.

Suddenly, she stands up and pulls me with her into the master bedroom. She orders me to undress her, and I obediently I do, then she walks over to a dresser pulls out a pair of handcuffs. As I stand there naked next to the bed, she turns me around so I’m facing the bed and handcuffs my hands behind my back. She then gets onto the bed, standing in front of me so my lips are about even with her nipples.

Grabbing my head in her hands, she pulls my face up to hers and roughly presses her lips against mine, her tongue trying to gain entrance to my mouth. This is a first – Chloe regularly fucks me, but never ever kisses me. Like a good sub, I don’t immediately open wide, but gradually loosen my jaw and surrendered my mouth as her tongue forces its way in. With her hands squeezing and caressing my defenseless nipples, she kisses me that way for several minutes and I find I am getting quite turned on by it. VERY turned on, in fact. I’m feeling passion I’ve never felt before, and this time it’s not by pretending Chloe is my Annie.

“Tell me you want to suck my nipples,” she orders, “But only say it if you mean it. If you’re faking it, I’ll know, and I’ll really spank you.” She takes my head in her hands and holds it so my lips are inches from her left nipple. I know I’m really wet – I can smell my own pussy juices now.

“Please Chloe,” I beg, “Let me suck your nipples.” I stretch my tongue out and make brief contact, just getting the tip wet but she pulls my head away.

“Call me Mistress,” she commands. I’ve never called her that, because Annie is my Mistress. But this seems a day for firsts.

“Please Mistress,” I beg again, “Let me suck your nipples.”

“Very well, slave, you may,” she replies, and draws my mouth down on her small breast. I suckle, I tease the nipple with my tongue, I use my teeth to bite ever-so-softly on it. She moans, then pulls my head over to the other one, and I repeat my performance there.

“You are an excellent tit-sucker, slave,” she says. I am thrilled! An actual compliment!

She walks out of the room for a few minutes, and like a good slave I wait. She returns with a nearly full glass of urine. “Did you really mean it when you wrote that you loved me on your tits?” I nod my head yes. “If that’s true, will you drink for me like you drink for your daughter?” she asks. I suddenly realize that all this time that while I’ve been allowing Chloe to use me, my submission has not been to her – it’s ultimately been Annie I’ve been submitting to, giving myself because Annie wanted me to and I love her. I have not loved Chloe. But today, after seeing how she reacted to my efforts, I feel something stir in my heart. I want to submit to Chloe now.

“Yes, please Mistress,” I say, “but I’ll need your help because I can’t hold the glass.” She gently takes my chin in one hand and uses the other to bring the glass to my lips. I take a swallow, then grimace because it’s very bitter. Determined to see this through, I raise my lips and she gives me another swallow, and I try to drink more this time. But it’s pretty bad.

She takes the glass away, picks up a rag she had brought in, and wipes my chin. “You don’t have to drink the whole thing,” she says, “I haven’t been drinking diet cola to make it sweet like Annie does, so I’m sure it tastes bad. I wanted to test you though, to see if you really meant it. And you did!” She wraps her arms around me and gives me an affectionate hug. It feels wonderful – I can’t believe this is the same Chloe who liked to spank and humiliate me.

“Please Mistress,” I now plead, “Put more lipstick on me, I want to paint your pussy red.” She kisses me deeply, then goes and finds the lipstick in my room and re-applies it for me. Sitting on the bed against the headboard, she props herself up on several pillows so I can more easily reach her and spreads her legs.

“Come to me, slave,” she orders, and I do. Lowering my head, I put red kisses all over her womanly wonders, and soon I’m rewarded with the sound of her passionate cries as she cums. Afterwards, she undoes my handcuffs and, amazingly, we lay together cuddling like Annie and I do sometimes. I feel immensely satisfied, but then she begins to cry sorrowfully. I don’t know what to say. She waves me away, then sits on the edge of the bed and cries. It’s as if I am no longer here.

I kneel on the floor in front of the sobbing girl, then as her crying subsides I speak softly to her. “Mistress, Chloe, may I ask you a question?”

“Yes, you may.” I crawl forward and wrap my arms around her legs in supplication, kissing her feet for good measure before I speak.

“There’s something really bothering you, and I’d like to know what it is if you’ll allow me to.” I move into an upright kneeling position now, and risk looking straight at Chloe. Her expression is not that of a dominatrix; it’s the face of a sad little girl. My heart melts at the sight of this sad child. I am a mother, after all.

The girl chokes out in a hoarse voice, “It’s my stupid mom. When I come home, she nags me about homework, about cleaning my room, about doing my chores, about all kinds of stupid shit. She never gives me a hug, never asks ‘how was your day’, or ‘how are you feeling’, just nags at me. When Annie comes home you’re like all over her, wanting to please her, you never criticize her or anything.” Taking a chance at incurring her wrath, I slowly get up and sit down on the bed next to her, putting my arms around her and pulling her against my chest.

She continues, “And, no matter what I do in school, it’s never good enough! I get an A on a test, my mom wants to know why I didn’t get an A ! You’re not that way with Annie – you’re crazy in love with her, and you want to make her happy. You’ll do ANYTHING for her – including drinking her piss and even having a baby! I get so mad sometimes – why can’t my mom can’t be like you? Even a little bit?”

I think for a second at the tremendous praise, then respond, “So that’s why you’ve been so very harsh with me – you’re unhappy with your own mom. I’m sure she loves you, though, no mother could not love such a beautiful girl.”

She looks at me with big wet eyes, with a look that could almost be considered adoring. “You really think I’m beautiful? I mean, would you still fuck me if Annie didn’t make you?”

I swallow nervously, but I cannot lie to her. “Chloe, to tell you the complete truth at first I didn’t want to, but did so only because Annie made me. You weren’t gentle with me, and I didn’t like the way you treated me. But now I understand why. Today, you were such a fantastic lover. It was amazing, so amazing that yes, I’d fuck you even if Annie didn’t make me.”

She reaches up and pulls my face to hers, kissing me. It starts off soft and gentle, but from the increasing force I can tell the sad little girl is going away, being replaced by the dominant girl again.

Being cautious, I address her formally now, “Mistress Chloe, will you allow me to make a suggestion?”

“Yes, you may,” she responds with a little edge back in her voice.

“I don’t know your mother very well, but maybe if I could spend some time with her, I could get her to change, be more like me. Will you allow me to try?”

Chloe is silent for a while, thinking about what I said. Then she smiles, and her eyes narrow. She wraps her hand in my long blonde hair and pulls my head back, and I give a little cry in surprise. For a minute, I think I’ve overstepped my boundaries, and am about to be punished.

“Are you my slave? Will you do anything I say?”" she asks, keeping a firm grip on my hair. It’s uncomfortable, but not yet painful. One hand slips down and began rubbing my nipples, and I suddenly want, no, I desire, her commands.

“Yes, Mistress,” I reply, “Anything for you.”

“Then I order you to spend time with my mother, and make her more like you. I expect to see results in two weeks, or there will be consequences.” Her words are threatening, but her voice is gentle. I take a chance and look into her eyes, which so often have been cruel. Now they are filled with affection. She bends her face to mine and kisses me again, and before we’re through I’ve cum twice, then happily used my tongue to make sure her pretty pussy and rosebud are so clean that for once, she’s begging me to stop.

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That evening I dial the phone, and Chloe’s mother Holly answers. I introduce myself, explain that since Chloe is Annie’s best friend, I thought it a good idea that she and I get to know each other better. She hesitates at first, then seems to make a decision and invites me over the next morning after the girls leave for the library to study – she’ll even make some fresh cinnamon rolls for us. I tell her it sounds wonderful, and get the address from her.

The next morning, Saturday, I put on my tight black denim pregnancy jeans with my prettiest baby pink maternity scoop top that shows my cleavage. It’s got elastic under the bust to accent my every curve without being slutty. I also have Annie’s permission to put on makeup and tie my hair back in a pony tail. Normally she likes me without makeup and with my hair down, but Chloe has filled her in on what she wants me to do, so Annie has given me the go-ahead to use every weapon in my arsenal to achieve the goal.

My angel Annie is so excited about my task that at the breakfast table she pulls me into her lap and we do some old-fashioned necking, which I haven’t done since high school. Before leaving she gets to ‘second base’ with me, and I am left wet in the panties and weak in the knees from my love’s ministrations.

I leave the house motivated, a woman on a mission. Chloe has given me two weeks – after what my Annie did to me this morning, I give myself two days.

At the door, I am greeted by Holly. She’s a small, lovely woman with olive skin like Chloe’s – she looks in her 20s, although Chloe has told me she’s 34. She has short-cropped hair black hair, also like Chloe’s, very cute, and eyes so blue I could swim in them. She’s wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt so I see her body is shaped like a gymnast’s, in shape but without the hard muscle definition. She leads me into the kitchen, the wonderful smell of cinnamon rolls pervading the air. We sit at the table, her with coffee and me with hot chocolate. (Because of the baby, I’m trying to cut way down on my caffeine intake.)

After making small talk about my baby and home decorating, and praising her delicious cinnamon rolls (an understatement, to be sure – their taste is beyond heavenly), I move the conversation to the topic of the day – Chloe.

I tell her how I think Chloe is such a lovely girl, and how much my Annie and I adore her. “She’s such a good student, you must be very proud of her,” I say. Holly sips her coffee, and a sad smile emerges. It appears she has a lot on her mind, and I’m all ears. She sighs, then tells me her tale.

“She is a wonderful girl, and I am very proud, but I’m afraid these days I don’t tell her often enough. We were very close until she was 10, when her father moved out. He was an airline pilot, I’m a patent attorney at a big firm – between his flying and my long hours, we seldom saw each other – one Saturday morning he told me he had a second wife in the Philippines, and had decided to go live with her, and by Monday he was gone. Chloe changed overnight. She used to be a cheerful child, but her father’s leaving made her sullen and angry. She began to hate him. A week after he left, she built a fire in the fireplace and threw in everything in her room that had a connection to him – toys, jewelry, pictures, everything.”

“Meanwhile, I had to be not only an attorney and mom but dad as well. In addition to my job, I had to cook, to clean, and since it was her father’s job to ride her about her studies and chores, I did that too. I felt like if I let up, she’d start to fail, and I didn’t want that to happen. As she’s gotten older she’s been more and more difficult, and I’ve turned into a real drill sergeant. I’m exhausted all the time, we fight constantly, and we’re not nearly as close as we were when she was little. I really miss that. Most days I find myself daydreaming about letting go, just relinquishing responsibility to her, letting her be the boss for once, see how she likes it.” She stopped and sipped her coffee. I could see her eyes getting red and tearing up. One hand was on the table. I reached over and squeezed it gently, and she did not pull it away.

“Now look at me,” she laughed at herself and shook her head, “Some hostess I am. I’m really sorry to burden you with this – I don’t have any siblings or friends to talk to, so it’s good to have a sympathetic ear for once.”

She was silent as I stood up and walked around behind her chair, and began massaging her shoulders. Again, she did not seem to mind the physical contact, and leaned forward as I worked the knots out of her shoulder blades. The sweet smell of her shampoo is enticing; I lean forward and kiss the top of her head, then speak in a low tone, “Holly, we all need someone to lean on and listen to once in a while. Chloe has been such a comfort and support to Annie since Jason and I divorced I’m just happy I can reciprocate.” I reach under the T-shirt and run my fingers up and down on either side of her spine. Her legs spread slightly and she groans. This is a woman who clearly needs some loving physical contact.

I start to work on her trapezius muscles, which are very tight. As they begin to give, I murmur, “You said that you and Chloe used to be close and that you missed that. Forget for a second that you’re in charge and an attorney, and tell me how you really feel about your daughter.”

The massage must be working – her eyes are closed, and the look on her face is pure joy. “I love her so much, and as she’s grown she’s become so beautiful. Can I trust you with a super secret, something no one should ever know, cross your heart?”

I whisper in her ear again, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Holly is hesitant, and I can tell this is openness a big deal for her. “Sometimes I watch her walk around in her underwear, I see her tush and I get, er, excited, you know? And – I can’t believe I’m telling you this – there are times when I’m doing laundry when I…oh, no, I just can’t say it.”

“It’s OK, Holly, I won’t judge you. You need to let this out,” I encourage her as I massage her latissimus dorsi.

Finally she blurts it out, whispering as if someone else besides me will hear her confession. “I take her dirty panties and I…I sniff them. I sniff them and think about her pussy, about what it would be like to be her…her…lover. Are you shocked?” Shocked, no, I’m dripping wet between my legs, but I don’t tell her that.

I lean over and, in a conspiratorial manner, whisper, “Show me. I want to see what you do.” Oh, this is delicious. I stand up and take her by the hand, and she leads me into the laundry room. There’s a big basket of dirty clothes sitting on the counter. She draws in a breath and closes her eyes, standing still as if frozen. I stand behind her, pressed up against her as much as my baby bump allows, and reach my arms around her to the laundry basket. “Is this what you do?” I reach in with one hand and take a pair of Chloe’s cotton panties out, hold them to her face. She inhales deeply.

“Y-y-yesss,” she sighs, and then takes another deep sniff. Her hands remain hanging at her side. It’s like she’s my puppet – she doesn’t want to do this herself, she wants me to do it for her, as if she is helpless to resist. I sniff them as well, and the oh-so-familiar scent of Chloe’s juices invades my nostrils. What would Holly think if she knew my nose and tongue were no strangers to her young daughter’s pleasure garden?

I whisper to her, “You’re not a freak or a bad person, Holly, you’re a lonely woman living all alone with your beautiful, fuckable little girl – who wouldn’t be tempted?” Again with one hand I hold the panties to her face, and this time as she breathes in the scent I begin to kiss her neck. She moans in delight. “Take them,” I command. Her hand moves up and holds the panties in place while my now-free hand reaches under her t-shirt, unsnapping the front-fastening bra. This allows her breasts to fall into my waiting grasp, and I gently caress her nipples. My other hand reaches down and makes its way through the leg hole in her shorts, and I feel the moist warmth of her cunt soaking her panties. She presses her crotch against my massaging fingers, moaning beneath the cotton.

In a low voice, I continue my seduction, “So, you love her, and want her to love you. But at the same time, and you’ve allowed yourself to become like her father with the badgering about her studies and chores. Seeing as she hates her father, do you see how that works against you? You need to let go, Holly. She’s a very responsible and very smart girl, she and Annie are always studying (‘among other things’ I think to myself, but don’t mention the other things), she’ll get fantastic grades without your nagging her. You don’t have to control her. Let it go, Holly. Trust your Chloe.”

“Yesss, trussst…” she moans as my message sinks in, while as she continues to grind her cunt against my massaging fingers. I slip them past the leg holes of her panties, and invade her vagina.

“As for your daydream about letting go, relinquishing responsibility and letting her be the boss, it’s not so far-fetched. I’m guessing it may even bring you closer, back more to the way it used to be before. To reconnect, you can start off small at first. Little things, a warm hug and kiss when she comes home, asking how her day is, bringing her snacks or drinks or whatever. She may even hug and kiss you back, and then you can hold her close, maybe run your hands down her back, even dare to caress her sweet tush. I’ll bet she won’t stop you if you do.” (This is no lie. One thing I’ve found out about Chloe is that her butt cheeks are her real weakness; if I gently squeeze them while rimming her pink rosebud, she cums very, very quickly.)

“Once you’ve re-connected physically, you can propose a game with her where she’s the boss for a Saturday, or maybe for a whole weekend, and you have to do everything she says – no exceptions. It will be so exciting for you to be totally in her control.” Her breathing is getting erratic – her orgasm is building.

I increase the pace of my fingers as her breathing becomes more erratic . “I’ll tell you a little secret. Sometimes I play this game with Annie.” Notice I don’t bother to mention it’s EVERY day. “I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to have someone else in charge, to just let go and be free of responsibilities for a while. It’s also a lot of fun! And you know what else is fun?”

Her pleasure cries are in short bursts. She’s almost there.

“Sometimes when we play the game I’m naughty on purpose, and as the person in charge Annie has to spank me. It may sound like it hurts, but Holly, it feels so good, especially afterwards when my angel Annie has to kiss it where it hurts and make it better. Think how it would feel to have Chloe’s lips on your tingly bottom…” Holly shudders and cries out, clinging to me for support. I turn her around and kiss her, my fingers still moving in her as she comes a second time, her cumming cries now muffled by my tongue deep in her mouth.

After her orgasm subsides, I lead her to her bedroom and lay her down, then stand up to leave. “Don’t go, please,” she pleads in a small voice as she holds her arms out to me.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I have to,” I tell her. “I have to go pick the girls up from the library. I’ve really enjoyed our little talk, Holly. Think about what I said, and then call me about what you’re going to do. Whatever you decide, I’ll be on your side, OK? Our girls are such very good friends – I’m hoping you and I will be, too.” I kiss her goodbye, and leave the room before I can give in to the urge to go down on her like I do her daughter.

Back at the house two hours later, I play the voicemail on speakerphone for Chloe and Annie. Holly’s shaky voice is thanking me for coming over and telling me she’s going to take my advice. Both girls have amazed looks on their faces. Annie turns to Chloe and says, “Just remember, don’t spank her too hard that first time.” An overjoyed Chloe kisses both of us on the cheek before running out the door, anxious for her new homecoming.

Annie turns to me and puts her hand on my cheek. “Momma, you are amazing,” she says. “You’ve outdone yourself – I’m going to have to come up with a special reward for you.” I’m thrilled as my sweet angel puts my special silver slave collar and leash on me and leads me to her bedroom. I love her so much…

My Angel Mistress, Part Two

  • Posted on August 6, 2015 at 2:20 pm

By Rainbow Brite

Three months have passed; I’m now five months pregnant. My belly is huge, and walking down the aisles at the grocery store I feel like one of those big freighter ships barely making it through the Panama Canal with a load of baby.

Once I became pregnant, Annie became increasingly possessive and jealous of me fucking my husband (and her father) Jason, so she decided that I should divorce him. As much as I care about Jason, I had to obey my angel so after 15 years he is now out of the picture.

Ironically, Annie is being more attentive to my needs during this pregnancy now than Jason ever was when I was expecting her. She brings me home ice cream for my cravings, allows me to go to bed early every night, and rubs my tummy down with coconut oil to help minimize the inevitable stretch marks. Even though I feel fat and ugly, she regularly tells me how beautiful I am. I love hearing those words from my angel; I am flattered, and of course since she is my Mistress I dare not disagree with her.

My punishments as of late are far less severe than when she first began to dominate me, just things like light spankings or having to wear nipple clips under my sweatshirt while I’m out in public. About the worst punishment I did get was an enema for dropping dinner on the floor one night (stupidly trying to carry a hot dish to the table and it slipped out of the oven mitts I was wearing).

Annie was thrilled when we found out I’m having a girl, and told me that she would use discipline as little as necessary so as not to traumatize her baby sister. She assures me that this is not an excuse to misbehave, however, as after the baby is born she will blister my behind and worse when I get out of line. I have no reason not to believe her.

Chloe remains a problem for me, for while Annie didn’t like me fucking Jason, she carries on her affair with her schoolmate without a second thought to my feelings. One night at dinner, with my pregnant emotions swinging wildly it finally happens; looking at my little lover and imagining her in Chloe’s arms is finally too much. I burst into tears, jump up from the table and run into the bathroom crying, slamming the door behind me.

I sit on the floor and bawl uncontrollably for a few minutes, and then as my crying subsides I hear a light tapping on the door. This in itself is unusual, as my darling mistress has forbidden me any privacy from her at all times. I fully expect her to come storming in and punish me for my outburst. Instead, I hear Annie’s sweet soft voice call to me, “Momma, are you OK? Can I come in?”

“Y-y-yes,” I answer, expecting her to angrily burst in, but the door slowly swings open and she gingerly steps in. She has changed out of her school clothes and looks delicious, wearing only a long t-shirt, her long blonde hair shiny and hanging down. She sits on the toilet seat behind me, picks up my hair brush and instead of spanking me with it, starts brushing my hair. At her request, I had grown it long and dyed it light blonde to match hers, and I love when she brushes it.

As she brushes, she speaks to me as if I am a small child. “Now what was that all about?” she asks gently. My head held down obediently, I wipe my tears away, but do not reply. “This is about Chloe, isn’t it?” she asks. I nod my head yes. “Momma, you mustn’t be jealous,” she tells me, “Chloe is my girlfriend for sex. I don’t make love to her; I just like to fuck her. But you’re my Mother, and I love you. I love you not just because you’re so very good in bed, (I smile at that compliment,) but for all the changes you’ve gone through because you love me. You’re even having a baby for me. That’s so incredible – I could never ask Chloe to do that for me. When you and I have sex, it’s not just fucking, we’re making love, and nothing will change that. Do you understand?” I nod my head yes. “I let Chloe fuck you because you are the most important thing I can possibly give her. She suspects you don’t like her, though, because you don’t fuck her with the passion you have when you’re fucking me.”

I don’t tell Annie, but the reason I don’t like Chloe because she’s kind of heartless – Annie may punish me if I do something wrong, but Chloe just enjoys punishing me to make me cry. She hurts my feelings, refers to me as a pregnant cow or a brood mare; sometimes, ignoring my cries of pain she’ll lube me up and put things in my asshole like hairbrushes or dildos, and at one point even managed to get her entire fist in – I fear what she may try next. After I make her cum from eating her pussy, she usually makes me worship her little rectum, plunging my tongue in as deep as it will go while I finger her clit. It tastes awful, but Annie has given her permission to use me, so she takes full advantage of it, and after I give myself to her totally, she never tells me she loves me. That’s what hurts the worst.

Annie has stopped brushing my hair – her hands have now gone down the front of my sweatshirt, and she’s playing with my nipples. My pussy is suddenly dripping from the attention. Feeling emboldened, I dare to whisper, “But Annie, my angel, I only fuck her because you tell me to. I don’t love her like I love you.” She leans my head back and kisses me upside down, her tongue dancing with mine. It is a long kiss, filled with passion and promise for tonight. The crotch of my sweatpants is now soaked.

“Momma, you don’t have to love her. You can fake it – just pretend she’s me, OK? Will you try for me, please? Will you do your best for your little angel?” She is kissing my neck as she says this, and her hands are now caressing my baby belly under the sweatshirt. I’m close to cumming, just from that contact.

“Yes, Annie. I promise,” I tell her. “The next time she comes over, I’ll fuck her brains out, but the whole time I’ll be pretending it’s you.” She pulls her hands away and kisses the top of my head.

“That’s my Momma,” she says. “I ought to punish you good for running in here and closing the door, but I’m not going to because you were upset and did it out of love for me. Now go bring me your special collar and leash. I’m taking my sweet Momma to bed.”

Thrilled, I bring her my special silver slave collar – it’s made of a sliver mesh with an adjustable clasp, a ring on the front. She takes off my sweat clothes, and snaps the leash lead on the collar. Before she leads me away, she stands up on tiptoe and kisses me lightly, then whispers. “To show you how much I love you, Momma, tomorrow you’re driving me to the Body Art Ink Shoppe and giving them permission for me to get a tattoo. To symbolize how much I love you I’ll have one done on my ankle. You can pick the design – a heart, a flower, your name, whatever you want. It will show the world that I love only you, OK?”

I’m crying again, tears of happiness once more, as my beautiful Annie takes my leash and leads me to the master bedroom. Before the night is over, I intend for her to lose count of her cummings. And I already know what the tattoo design will be – a little angel for my angel!

Continue on to Part Three

My Angel Mistress, Part One

  • Posted on August 6, 2015 at 2:19 pm

By Rainbow Brite

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in March 2010 }

Time got away from me today; my grocery shopping took far longer than expected. I had forgotten Tuesdays were senior coupon day, so when I went to pick up ingredients for dinner the octogenarians from the retirement home were out in force. You’d think after 80 years they’d have figured out the grocery checkout thing, but no. Apparently this was a brand-new experience for them. They were clogging the checkout lines, one even going so far as to get in the 15-item-or-less line with enough items in the cart basket to last through the next millennium. Then, of course, they wait until the cashier announces the total to dig for several minutes through their voluminous purses to find their check book, then another two minutes to find a pen. Nice that they have the time to do this, but I don’t – I need to get home. Every minute that passes increases the chances I’ll be getting my butt warmed by a hairbrush.

Finally I make it back home, and see with horror that it’s already 4:30 in the afternoon. I hurry to put the groceries away and get Annie’s afternoon snack on the table before she gets home from school. I quickly laid out the apples and peanut butter just like she likes it, a cookie next to them. I’m just pouring a glass of milk as I hear the front door open, and schoolbooks hitting the floor. Annie – my 12-year-old daughter and my mistress – walks in. Her new school friend Chloe is with her. Nonchalantly, I stand at the sink, cleaning up my lunch dishes. Although joy fills my heart and I long to run to Annie, I do not greet her – she has forbidden me to do so until she speaks to me first. The sweet scents of the two teenagers fill the kitchen, and I get weak in the knees.

“Awmigawd, you weren’t kidding,” Chloe says. “The minute I walked in the door, my mom would be all up in my face like, ‘Oooh, how was your day, go do your homework, clean your room’ and all that shit. Are you serious that she won’t say a word until you tell her?”

I hear the dulcet tones of my darling daughter reply, “She won’t say anything. She’s a good girl. Aren’t you, mother?” I can hear the subliminal threat of punishment in her lovely voice letting me know I should reply carefully, or there will be repercussions.

Not daring to look at the girls, I softly chuckle, trying to maintain the façade to Chloe that it’s a little game we’re playing. I gingerly frame my reply, keeping my eyes focused on the dishwater, “Well, Chloe, I love my Annie very much, and like to do anything I can to make her happy!” I hear footsteps come up behind me, and inhale sharply as I feel hands wrap around me and squeeze my breasts.

“That’s a good momma,” I hear Annie say. “Turn around.” Still in her embrace, I turn and look down into her lovely eyes. “Kiss me,” she orders, and I bend my head down and press my lips on hers. Her tongue comes into my mouth, and I moan from the pleasure of having her press against me. Any pretense of a game is gone. After an all-too-short-moment, she breaks the kiss. “Tell Chloe what you are,” she commands.

My throat dry from passion and embarrassment, I whisper my response. “I’m Annie’s obedient little slut,” I say, and make the mistake of looking directly at Chloe, my eyes meeting hers, which are wide at what she’s just heard. She’s quite lovely, pale skin and dark black hair with very little make-up. I feel a sharp slap on my cheek.

Annie’s lovely voice now barks sharply at me, “I didn’t give you permission to look at her!”

“I’m sorry, Annie,” I say, and quickly assume the penitence position before her, on my knees with my forehead on the floor and arms stretched out in front of me, as she expects of me to whenever I have displeased her. I feel her lift the hem of my summer dress up, exposing my ass. She moves my knees slightly apart, exposing my shaved labia and asshole.

“You see, total obedience,” I hear her tell Chloe.

“I don’t fucking believe this, it is SO hot!” Chloe says. “I totally want MY mom to be like this!”

My face reddens, but fearing worse punishment, I don’t move. I hear the clink of a glass tumbler from the dish rack, then her footsteps as she walks out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. While she is gone, I feel Chloe’s hands rubbing my ass cheeks, so soft and smooth, even trailing a fingertip across my pink rosebud and gently circling it. However, I stifle back my moan of pleasure, not daring to make any noise that would indicate I’m enjoying the attention. A few minutes later, Annie returns.

I hear the glass being set on the table, and from the ‘thunk” sound it now makes I know it’s almost full. Then I hear the “whish” of the hairbrush through the air, and cry out as I feel the first sting on my ass. She’s in a good mood today, so hopefully this won’t last more than a few minutes. When she’s cranky from PMS, typically she spanks me until both her little arms are tired…

*****

From the day she was born, I had been in love with my little Annie. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a face so lovely that to this day it takes my breath away every time I look at her. She had always been a strong baby, average-sized, but somehow her little limbs were powerful. When she was 12 months old, I had taken her to the pediatrician for some shots, and it took both the office nurse and me to hold her down so the doctor could give her shots and take a blood sample. As she grew, her personality showed as much strength as her body. She was a powerful little person. What I did wasn’t so much parenting as it was just keeping her out of danger as best I could. Nothing scared her, not loud noises, big waves on the beach, or barking dogs. Her father Jason thought it was all good fun, used to laugh as I’d panic. She had him wrapped around her finger so tightly that he was totally blind to what she was becoming.

Annie was bright, a straight-A student at school, obedient and cooperative to her teachers. Soon all her classes were advanced-level and she was so far ahead she even skipped 5th grade. Knowing there would be no consequences for any of her bad behavior, by the time she was 9 she had become incorrigible at home. There were times when after a wild fuck session with Jason I would look up and see her standing at our now-open bedroom door, watching but saying nothing, then walking away and closing it again.

One day I was taking a shower, and she got in with me. “Annie!” I said, shocked at the intrusion, “What are you doing in here?” Ignoring me, she picked up the soap and started soaping my body down, spending extra time on my nipples, which from watching us fuck she knew were my weak spots. Feebly, I tried to protest, but my brain was overwhelmed by the pleasure of my body. “Annie, you musn’t…” I whimpered, but then stopped as she slipped soapy fingers into my slit, gently caressing my clit before moving down to insert themselves in my suddenly engorged pussy lips. Her lips wrapped around my nipples as her other hand cupped my ass, moving down the crack and massaging my asshole and perineum as my orgasm began to build.

“I saw some things on the internet,” she told me, as I slid to my knees, now trembling from her sliding fingers. “I’ve decided that from now on I’m a Dominant, and you’re my submissive. I want you to obey me about everything. Do you agree?” I cried out in passion as my orgasm hit, and now too weak to stay upright I laid on my side in the tub as the warm water cascaded over me. Her fingers, however, were relentless, and I shamelessly spread my legs wide. Another orgasm followed right away, and again I cried out. “Answer the question!” she commanded, as she removed her hand from my still-throbbing vagina.

“Y-y-yes,” I replied weakly. I felt like my world had turned upside down and I had just lost my mind.

“Promise me!” she commanded, “Promise me you’ll be my slave forever and ever!”

I rolled over on my back, and looked up at her beautiful face. I felt like I had no control over what I was doing or saying anymore. “I promise you, darling,” I gasped, “Forever and ever.”

“Good,” she said. “Now open your mouth.” She moved and squatted so she was now in straddling my face, her pussy directly above me. Obediently I opened my mouth, not knowing what was coming. She let her pee down into my waiting mouth, and heaven help me, I drank it.

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After a mercifully brief but still painful spanking, she orders me to stand up. I do, sniffling back my tears. “Drink your juice,” she orders. I reach for the glass tumbler, which is about three-quarters full of my angel’s urine.

“No fucking WAY!” Chloe says, amazed. “She’s going to drink your piss?!?!” Annie smiles and nods.

“My Momma will do anything I tell her,” Annie states in a very matter-of-fact way. “Now, remember, Chloe, a good mistress takes care of her slave, so I’ve been drinking diet soda all day. The artificial sweetener makes it taste good, right Mother?”

I pick up the glass and drink it down completely, the fluid slightly acidic and salty but with a sweetness to it, then gently set it back on the table. Chloe’s jaw drops open in amazement. “It was just the way I like it, Annie, thank you,” I say softly, looking down again, and from my full belly comes a little urine burp.

Annie walks up to me and begins unbuttoning the front of my sun dress. As she undoes the waist buttons, my breasts fall free. Annie never lets me wear bras at home, or panties either. She puts her hands underneath my tits and lifts them for Chloe to see. “As you can see, here tits are swollen and the nipples are enlarged. Tell her why, Momma.”

“Annie decided she wanted a baby sister or brother, so I’m pregnant now.” Annie undoes the rest of the buttons and the dress falls to the floor. My baby bump is not yet big, but I’m clearly showing.

*****

I think back on the day that Annie told me I was to get pregnant. She took my birth control pills away, and made me flush them down the toilet as she watched. While I hadn’t planned on having another baby, I was happy because I was pleasing my darling Annie, and the thought of having another like her thrilled me as well. She gave me specific instructions to tell her when I was ovulating. On the appointed day my eggs were in place, at the dinner table she told Jason that she had taken my pills away from me, and wanted him to put a baby in my belly. The two of them seemed very pleased with themselves. (He wasn’t so happy later on after Annie forbade him to fuck her slave without her permission, but that’s another story.)

That night, Jason fucked me from behind while I ate my daughter’s lovely pussy as she sat against the headboard with her legs spread. He was insatiable that night; I guess seeing me eat his daughter and hearing her cum loudly inspired him. He shot three loads in me that night, and the same scene was repeated for 3 more nights. By this time I was sure he would have loved to fuck Annie as well, but she had made it quite clear if he ever touched her she would have me contact the authorities and the two of us together would testify how he tried to rape her.

A week later, my early pregnancy test results showed positive, and Annie allowed me to kiss her on the mouth as thanks. Overwhelmed, I swept up my little angel (she’s barely 5 feet tall and I’m 5’7″) and carried her to my bed, and for the rest of the afternoon we made love. I could not hold back; my tongue did not leave her body – nipples, pussy, clit, asshole, and many, many kisses, my tongue deep in her mouth. She repeatedly cried out in passion while cumming multiple times as I relentlessly fucked her, and we fell asleep in each others arms. It was heavenly.

When I awoke I was face down, tied hand and foot to the bedposts, my ass propped up in the air on some pillows. Annie was putting a gag in my mouth. “Momma, you are a wonderful lover,” she said, a beautiful and appreciative smile on her face. The looked turned cruel, her eyes narrowing. “But you made one mistake – you took control from me when you carried me to bed. Never, EVER, take control from me again.”

I tried to mumble apologies, but they were muffled through the gag. And then the hairbrush spanking started. I was crying for mercy by the fifth one, but none was to be had. I was sobbing, tears running down my face and dripping off my chin when she finally stopped. She took the gag off, and it was all I could do to gulp air between my sobs. My crying subsided when her lips touched mine softly and gently, her hand lovingly caressing my cheek before she moved behind me again.

I felt oil being rubbed on to my ass now, the punishing little hands of my daughter now gentle and loving. “There, now, it’s all right, your Annie will make it all better,” she said soothingly. Then her hands began spreading the oil between my legs now, down onto my asshole and into my pussy slit, and pleasure began to flow through my pain. I heard her switch positions behind me, and felt the fingers part my labia.

“I love you, Momma,” I heard her whisper, then felt her little tongue begin to make its way into the hole she had emerged from, several of her oily fingers simultaneously probing my pink rosebud. It may have been her telling me she loved me that put me over the edge so quickly, but by the time the tip of her tongue swirled around my clit and three of her fingers were fucking my asshole I was sobbing again, this time in absolute joy as intense orgasm ripped through me. Before she was through ravishing me in every hole with her mouth and hands, I would cum 4 more times.

The next day I could barely walk, my asshole and pussy were sore, my butt cheeks bruised purple and it hurt to sit down, but emotionally I was over the moon, even more in love with my little Annie, my little love goddess.

*****

Now Chloe looks at my baby bump in stunned shock, her hand coming up to stroke one of my engorged and hypersensitive nipples. The feel of her fingers against it is electric, and as her fingertips gently squeeze my nipple I feel my pussy getting very wet. Annie moves up and embraces her from behind, her hand unzipping the fly of Chloe’s jeans and slipping down the front to massage her pussy. “Mmmmm, you’re nice and wet,” my daughter coos, and I now feel a trickle of moisture run down the inside of my thighs as I watch my her hand in action as she kisses the girl’s neck. Distracted, Chloe’s hand drops away. Inwardly, I sigh from disappointment.

Chloe closes her eyes for a second as Annie’s expert fingers explore her cunt. “Your mom is so fucking hot,” she groans, and I smile, flattered by the compliment of the pre-teen brunette doll, “Can I touch her?” she asks hesitantly.

Annie responds, “Chloe, today is the sixth-month anniversary of you being my girlfriend. Mom is my anniversary gift to you, and so from now on you can do anything you want to her any time. She’s going to obey you and make you happy just like she does me. Isn’t that right, Mother?” She puts a harsh emphasis on the word ‘mother’, sending me the signal that this is not a question, and there is only one correct response. Jealously flares up inside me at the thought of sharing Annie’s affection with Chloe, but I have no choice here.

“Yes, Chloe,” I unhappily say, although I dare not let my true feelings show in my tone, “I am yours now as well as Annie’s. I will do whatever I can to make you happy.” While my voice doesn’t crack and give me away, I can’t stop the tears from forming in my eyes.

“Stand still and don’t move until we need you,” Annie instructs me, and, my heart aching now, I stand obediently with my hands at my sides and watch as she and Chloe slide to the floor and begin to make love in front of me.

Continue on to Part Two

Susie’s Diary, Chapter 5

  • Posted on August 6, 2015 at 12:02 pm

By JetBoy

Tuesday 4th February, 1966

What an amazing day I had! And I thought at first it was going to be awful.

An old friend of Mommy’s broke her leg on Monday, so she had to go out of town to visit her. She had to leave early too, so we didn’t have time to play this morning. And Claire had ballet lessons after school, so I couldn’t spend time with her. I was feeling all buzzy inside, really wanting to do sex stuff.

Then I got an idea! I picked up the phone, called Aunt Evie and asked if I could come over to visit her so we could watch cartoons together.

Aunt Evie used to babysit for me two days each week while Mommy was part of this ladies group, and we always watched cartoons when I got home from school. I told her I missed those times we were snuggled up on the couch and laughing at Woody Woodpecker and Bugs Bunny. I wanted to know if we could do it again.

She sounded really pleased and said it was OK. Then she told me what bus I had to take to get to her place, cause I’d never been there before without Mommy taking me. Its too far for me to ride on my bike.

I left a note for Mommy to say I was at Aunt Evie’s, then off I went!

I was sort of nervous about going on the bus all by myself, but the driver was very nice. He got me to sit up front, then told me when the bus got to the stop I wanted. Aunt Evie’s apartment house was close by, it was real easy to find.

When Aunt Evie answered the door she smiled and kissed me on the cheek, like she always did. Then, she looked at me when she closed the door behind us. I saw something in her eyes that made me feel all shivery and nice.

She got on her knees and took my hand. Did you really want to watch cartoons? she asked.

I felt myself blush when I shook my head. I was a little bit embarased that Aunt Evie guessed the real reason why I came over, but I also was excited. She knew I wanted us to make love!

She smiled and put her hand on my cheek, and said very soft, You’re so beautiful. You’re a beautiful little girl.

Mostly I hate when grown ups call me little. But the way Aunt Evie said it, I liked that a LOT. Then she moved closer to me and we kissed.

I closed my eyes, my heart beating fast when I felt the touch of her mouth. It was a soft kiss, even more than when Claire does it. Then her tongue came between my lips and Aunt Evie was mashing her mouth to my mouth, kissing me in a hard pushing way. She was pressing me against the door with her body. I was so excited that I thought I might burst!

Then without another word she took my hand and led me up stairs. I remembered when I went up there with Mommy and her, and how Mommy took off all her clothes and lay down on Aunt Evie’s bed with her legs apart, showing me her pussy, and what happened after. That seems like SO long ago now, but really its only been two weeks.

Aunt Evie sat down on her bed and pulled me to her. Then she started to undress me. I let her take off all my things until I was bare naked, only my socks left on. Then she stood and slipped out of her dress. She only wore panties underneath.

Want to take them off? she said. Of course I said yes! I slid her panties right down her legs and she sat back on the bed so I could get them off.

I saw Aunt Evie with all her clothes off the last time Mommy and I was here, but I was too excited to take a good look. Now she sat there me and let me see everything. Gosh, she is pretty. Mommy is soft and cuddly with nice big titties, while my aunt is slim and more like a girl.

She opened her arms to me and I went into them and hugged her close. I love you Susie, she whispered, her lips touching my ear.

I love you too Aunt Evie, I said, then I was giving her neck soft little kisses.

She pulled away and gave me a serious look. Now Susie, if we are going to be lovers, you can’t call me Aunt Evie any more. Not when we are like this. Won’t you call me Evie?

I was all trembly as I stared into her bright blue eyes. I love you, Evie, I said.

Then her mouth was on mine and we were kissing again, our tongues playing together. Her kisses were rougher than Mommy’s, but I loved them. She was really excited, and that made my heart beat like crazy. I let my hands go up Evie’s front to touch her titties, and she made happy sounds while we kissed more.

After a little while she pulled away and licked her lips. Then she scooted back on the bed and asked me if I wanted to be on top.

I said yes, and she lay down, waiting for me. I came to her and climbed on her body so I could kiss her again. She kissed me back, her tongue pushing into my mouth.

Evie smelled like vanilla. I could feel her heart beating hard as our bodies were pressed together, just like mine was! Her hands were running all over me, touching everywhere.

With Aunt Evie, making love was rough and hot, not sweet like when I’m with Mommy. But I liked it just as much. She was so wild that it made ME wild too. It felt kind of like the way I dance to rock and roll songs on the radio, when no one’s at home, every part of me moving to the music till I can barely breathe.

We were rolling around, rubbing our bodies together. It was almost like we were fighting, only we were really making love. I rubbed her titties, then pinched hard on her nipples. I don’t know why I did that, only somehow I thought she would like it. And I was right! She cried out loud, then told me that I made her feel wonderful. Then she hugged me and we kissed again, sucking each other’s tongues.

Evie’s leg was pressing on my pussy and mine was on hers, and it felt really good. But, all I could think about was how much I wanted to lick her, so I pulled away and started kissing down her front. I didn’t even stop to play with her titties except to give each nipple a little lick. Then I moved down more, rubbing my face over Evie’s tummy just before I was in between her legs.

So I was looking at my aunt’s pussy from up close. It’s very different from what Mommy has. Evie hasn’t got a big bush, so you can see the vagina part of her lots better. Her clit is smaller too, I couldn’t find it at first.

She was REALLY wet down there, I could see her juice dripping down into the crack of her bottom, and that made me feel really great, thinking how I made her like that. I loved the way she smelled too! It was sort of like fancy perfume. I breathed it in deep with my nose nearly touching her pussy. Then I went close between Evie’s legs to kiss and lick her.

Oh, my angel, I heard her say. Her bottom raised up from the bed when I tasted her. She was moaning loud, and her hands were pulling my face deeper between her legs.

I wanted to make her explode so I pushed a finger into her pussy while I licked up to her clit. Then I did what Mommy likes me to do, I took Aunt Evie’s clit into my mouth and sucked on it like a soda straw.

Gosh, she went nuts! Evie bounced all over, and her hand squeezed my shoulder so hard that I got a bruise. (I didn’t know that until just a little bit ago, when I was getting into my pajamas) She was almost yelling, and her pussy was so wet that it got all over my face, more than when Mommy comes. But, I didn’t mind getting messy cause she tasted so good. It was kind of a spicy flavor. I kept going, sliding my finger in and out of Evie and sucking on her clit. Finaly she pushed me away, she was begging me to stop.

I rested my face on her belly and listened to Aunt Evie breathing hard. I was licking my lips to taste her on them. I felt proud for making her come so good.

All of a sudden she sat up and grabbed me! I did a little scream and pretended like I was trying hard to get away. But, then she rolled me over on my back and was on top of me, looking down. Her eyes were all sparkly.

She said, I’m going to make you feel so good that you’ll never want to make love to anyone else! Only me.

Then Evie’s mouth came down into mine and we were kissing again. We did that for a long time, then she whispered that she wanted to taste me.

She had such a naughty smile! All I could do was giggle and spread my legs apart for her. My aunt got on her knees, looked down at me and licked her lips.

Evie said, Hold your legs like this, so I can see every bit of you.

She got me to hang on to the backs of my knees and pull them up so they touched my titties. At first I didn’t get why she asked me to do that, but when I felt the cool air against my pussy, I could tell that I was WIDE open now. And Aunt Evie was lying there, looking into me. She told me that I had the prettiest little pussy she’d ever seen.

Then her mouth was on me, and I lost all my thoughts. Evie was licking me hard and fast, and sticking her tongue inside my pussy and rolling it around. It was almost too much for me. The big feelings got so big so fast that I almost couldn’t breathe!

I could hear her mouth make wet sounds while she sucked my pussy like she was trying to drink me up. That made me even more excited. I was shaking and wiggling and bouncing on the bed so much that I don’t know how Aunt Evie even held on to me, but she did. Her tongue went everywhere, even into my bottom hole.

Then she took my clit into her mouth like I did with hers, and my GOSH, it was like the sky falling down!

She had me coming again and again and again towards the end, and I can’t remember for how long I was underneath her holding my legs back. I know I was going crazy at the good feelings her hot mouth gave me.

I thought I was too tired for any more, but then I felt a finger go in my bottom, and Evie used her finger that was in my pussy to push against it on the other side. And while that was going on, her tongue was licking my clit, she made me come for one more time.

Then she held me for a while, and I snuggled all warm and happy in her arms. We gave one another soft little kisses sometimes, but we mostly rested..

I wanted to lay longer with Evie, but I couldn’t cause she does not have a car. I had to take the bus again to get home. We got up and helped put our clothes back on.

Then me and her walked to the bus stop. We saw a lot of people while we went there, Aunt Evie said they were coming home from work. Aunt Evie had a sort of strange smile, and I asked her why. She told me she was wondering what all these people would think if they knew the things we had been doing just a little while ago. Then we were giggling and we couldn’t stop.

I wanted to kiss her SO bad when the bus came, but I couldn’t cause there were other people there. So I hugged her hard, then waved good bye as the bus drove me away.

I had a book I brought for the bus ride, but instead I thought about Mommy and Aunt Evie and Claire and how everything for me seems changed since I turned 13. It was a nice warm feeling to be curled up in my seat with the bus engine working under me. I was thinking all about love and how wonderful it is.

Daddy was home for supper, so I didn’t get to tell Mommy about what happened with Aunt Evie. But, when I said at the dinner table that I had gone to see her after school, Mommy gave me a special look. Like she asked me what happened without saying the words.

I just smiled at her, and Mommy’s eyes got big and excited. But we kept on eating like things were the same as every day.

I can’t wait till tomorrow morning so I can tell Mommy everything. I want to try being wild and hot with her, like the way Evie was with me.

I’m so excited that I don’t think I can sleep!

*****

Thursday 6th February, 1966

Mommy and Daddy let me stay up extra late tonight with them to watch the Bird Man of Alcatraz on TV. I really liked the movie, a lot. Bert Lancaster has such nice eyes. I don’t think I will EVER want to get married, but I maybe wouldn’t mind so much if it was with a boy who was like him. Any way, because the movie was so long, I have got to make this short.

Soon as I woke up this morning I jumped up and ran to Mommy’s room. Naked, like I did the last time. She grinned as she saw me at the door and laughed as I ran to her and got into bed. She was naked too. We kissed, and then I was rubbing myself against her, hungry to make love.

Mommy said, Not so fast, darling. She wanted to know all about what Aunt Evie and I did yesterday, and that I couldn’t be touching her right then, or she wouldn’t be able to listen.

I asked her if it was OK, me doing sex with Evie. Yesterday I was in such a hurry to go there and see her that I kind of didn’t think about what Mommy would say. She hugged me and said it was fine, and that she had been meaning to take me back to Aunt Evie’s anyhow, so we could all have fun together. Wow, I was excited to hear that!!

Then Mommy told me some thing even MORE incredibel! She said that Aunt Evie and her had been thinking for years about making love to me, how much they wanted to do it. She told me they started talking about it when I was 8, just a little kid! I don’t know why, but that made me feel really warm all over, and SO ready to play with Mommy.

I started to touch her titties, but she stopped me and said, No sweetheart, I want to hear all about you and Evie first.

So I sat at the foot of her bed and told her everything, and she played with her pussy some. She got really excited, and told me I was a bad little girl. But she smiled when she said it. I guess there are some ways that Mommy likes for me to be bad. I never thought about it that way before.

So I told her that I couldn’t help myself, and I wanted to show her what making love with Aunt Evie was like.

She grinned and lied back, her legs opening. I licked my lips and looked at her pussy, how juicy it was.

I crawled between her legs, the smell of her making me warm inside. I put my hands on Mommy’s thighs and put my mouth into her pussy.

I loved kissing and licking Mommy all wild and crazy, the way Aunt Evie had showed me to do. And Mommy seemed to like it too. Her breath was coming loud and fast and her bottom moved around like she was having a hard time staying still. It was messy licking her, and she was so wet her juice was dripping off my chin. But, that just made it more fun!

Thinking about what Aunt Evie did to me, I brought my hand up to where I was licking and put a finger on Mommy’s bottom hole. Then I pushed it into her. Gosh, her whole body did this huge JERK when I did that, and she started moaning real loud.

I wanted to move my finger in and out of Mommy’s bottom while I licked her, but there wasn’t room for my hand to move enough. So instead I wiggled it around and around inside her, doing it in circles like I was stirring something. Then I saw my thumb was close to Mommy’s pussy hole, so I let it push inside there!

So I was doing all these things to her at once, my fingers in her and licking her clitty.

That was when Mommy started to come, and it was big, the biggest I saw her do! She was rocking around, and screaming my name. I bet I would have been scared to see her that way, before we started doing sex together. But right then it made me feel so happy, to know I was making Mommy feel super good inside! I kept going, licking her and moving my fingers round in her till she begged me to stop. She couldn’t take any more.

My mouth and my chin were all sticky with the juice from Mommy when I sat up to smile at her. She gave me such a sweet look, then reached out for me. I lay down on top of her, letting her kiss me and taste her pussy on my face.

Then we lay together for a long time, all quiet and happy. Mommy said I was getting to be a better lover all the time, and that made me so proud. I told her that I couldn’t wait to show Claire the new stuff that she and Aunt Evie had taught me to do.

Golly, it’s late! I have to stop here. Wow, I’m gonna be yawning all day at school tomorrow.

Continue on to Chapter 6