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Serendipity, Chapter 34

  • Posted on September 30, 2015 at 1:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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Jesus, what was she doing? How had she ever allowed things to get this far?

“Can I just suck your nipples?” Jordan had asked, seeming so innocent and yet so seductive at the same time. And, god help her, Stephanie had told her yes, she could. Now the child was happily sucking away, nursing like a baby — and there was almost nothing in the world that Stephanie loved so much as having her nipples sucked. It always made her pussy so wet, practically gushing, made her clit throb with excitement. She could just about come that way without doing anything else.

Except she was doing something else. She was masturbating!

As she lay naked in bed in the master bedroom at the condo with a 7-year-old girl sucking her nipples, Stephanie was rubbing her pussy, her fingers wet with her juices, her clit so stiff and sensitive that even the slightest touch made her whole body shake. She was right on the edge, ready to come, but how could she? It was so wrong! How had she ever allowed things to get this far?

In the bedroom next to theirs, the second bedroom, Kelly was masturbating too. She was deeply involved with her sister, Holly, kissing wetly, using their tongues, and the little girl was fondling Kelly’s breasts, playing with her nipples.

Kelly had a hand between her own legs, sliding her fingers into her slippery folds — oh my god, she was so wet! She just knew this was going to make a mess on the sheets, but right now she really didn’t care. It felt so good! She loved kissing, she loved having the girl’s hands on her boobs, and she especially loved rubbing herself, making herself come.

But then Holly asked a question. She ended the kissing for a moment and said, “Kelly?”

“Y-yeah…?” It came out like a croak, Kelly’s voice congested with lust. She was very close to a climax.

“That smell is like, sex, kind of, right?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“The smell. You know? It’s like what we smelled, Hailey and me, in the motel with Mommy and Mom when they were doing sex stuff. And last night I smelled it with Stacie too.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh. I think she was, you know, master-baiting.”

“She was?”

“I think so. I mean, I could smell her and I could sort of tell what she was doing, you know?”

“You could?”

“Yeah, like rubbing herself and everything.”

“Okay.”

“Are you doing that now?”

There was a pause while Kelly decided how to answer. Might as well be honest. “Uh-huh, yeah, I am.”

“Is that the smell?”

“Well, probably,” Kelly chuckled. “I mean, I get pretty wet. And, like, I’m really wet right now.”

“Um, you know what?”

“What?”

“Last night I think I had some too. Some of that stuff. Cuz I put my hand inside my undies and I was wet there.”

“You were? Really?”

“Uh-huh, and I tasted it.”

“Wow…”

“Can I taste yours?”

“You — taste mine??”

“Yeah. So I can see if it tastes like me.”

“God, Holly. Really?”

“Is it okay? Can I?”

—————

A few in the small audience at The Harem had left their seats to get an even closer view of the stunning erotic performance. It was mostly dark in the room, but spotlights in the ceiling illuminated the central action: a mother and her two young daughters — all three nude and locked in an incestuous embrace.

Bambi and Amanda were standing side by side, holding hands and looking on, breathing heavily, licking their lips. Bambi had a hand between her legs, pressing in on her crotch through her clothing. Tina, Amanda’s mother, was just behind the girl, an arm around her. She was rubbing herself against Amanda’s little body, humping her as they watched the illicit sex show.

Angela’s hand was inside Debby’s panties now, a long finger sliding up and down in the girl’s lubricated slit. Debby was panting, her mouth hanging slack as she sat on Angela’s lap with her legs spread wide apart. Her whole body felt heated, like she was in an oven. But it felt really good too. She didn’t want Angela to ever stop what she was doing.

—————

“You… you want to taste it?” Kelly asked.

Holly nodded, smiling. “Can I?”

“Well, yeah, I guess…”

Kelly wondered for a second what it all meant. Kissing your little sister naked in bed, then masturbating with her, and then sharing the taste of your pussy with her — it was so nasty, so exciting, the kind of thing she’d only dreamed about. And maybe soon they’d be doing even more than that, all of them together, the whole family. Was that really possible? It might be! The thought of that really made her want to come.

“Um, Holly?”

“Yeah?”

“I want, well, I… um, you know what masturbating is, right?”

“I think so.”

“Have you ever done it yourself? Or, like, you and Hailey?”

“Uh-uh, we never have.”

“Okay, well, I want to do it now. I mean, I’ll let you taste me and stuff, if you want to, but is it okay after that, I mean, do you mind if I masturbate while we kiss?”

“No, I don’t mind. But, like, can you show me how?” Holly asked.

“Show you how?”

“Yeah. I mean, last night I could hear Stacie doing it, doing stuff, and I could sort of feel it in a way, but it was dark and I wasn’t looking at her, so I really couldn’t tell what she was doing, you know? But if you show me, then I’ll know how. And I can show Hailey too.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll show you,” Kelly said as she rubbed her erect clit. She was gonna come so hard tonight!

—————

Gwen and Erin were also now standing near the central action in the club, as were Paige and Fiona. Each of the girls had their hands inside their panties, unashamedly rubbing themselves while Tina continued humping Amanda from behind. Eve and Sheila and Bridget were still seated, but all three were masturbating and getting very close to orgasm.

The three performers were almost there too.

The woman, Hafsa, was licking and sucking her teenage daughter’s pussy. Rana was licking her little sister’s pussy, and Azra was licking her mother. The child, lying on the bench, was the first to reach climax. She began to squirm and squeal and soon was shaking almost uncontrollably. Rana kept her mouth fastened over the girl’s pussy for as long as she could, trying to extend the orgasm, but then her own climax struck and she lost the ability to do anything but react. Her lithe body shuddered. She gasped and moaned.

Hafsa had a firm grip on Rana’s hips, pulling the young teen’s pussy against her face. She sucked and licked, her tongue going everywhere, eating the girl. Rana cried out, coming again and again in her mother’s mouth. Not until Hafsa was certain that she had milked very last bit of orgasm from Rana did she let her go. The teenager slumped to the floor behind the woman, still moving gracefully somehow, with her eyes closed. Her body continued to shake occasionally with residual aftershocks.

And now Hafsa concentrated on her own needs. After taking a deep breath, she said something in a foreign language, speaking mostly to herself apparently. Leaning forward, she put a hand between Azra’s legs, touching her hairless pussy. The girl was still wet from being licked by Rana and from coming in her mouth. Hafsa slowly inserted a finger into the child’s vagina, pushing it in deeper and deeper as the audience watched, transfixed. Once it was in as far as it would go, just past the second knuckle, Hafsa began sliding the finger in and out, fucking her young daughter. At the same time she started rocking her pelvis, pressing her pussy firmly into the girl’s mouth. Harder and harder, faster and faster, she fucked the child’s face.

When it appeared as if she was almost there, right on the edge, Hafsa suddenly looked up at the spectators. Still moving on top of the girl, and still sliding her finger in and out of that juicy little pussy, she ran her eyes quickly around the room, taking everyone in. Her beautiful face was shiny with sweat and reddened with lust. Licking her lips, she smiled at them, nodded — and then exploded into orgasm.

—————

God, she couldn’t, she shouldn’t, but she was!

As little Jordan went eagerly back and forth between her breasts, sucking on one nipple while fingering the other, Stephanie was masturbating, rubbing her clit, fucking herself, and getting very close.

Except she couldn’t, she shouldn’t — this was a child, a 7-year-old girl — she was having lesbian sex with a child!! How could she? But god help her, she was, and she just couldn’t stop, she couldn’t possibly stop now.

Two rooms away, Stephanie’s lover Veronica was thinking almost the same thing. As she lay naked in bed with their 8-year-old daughter Hailey, and as the two of them listened to the unmistakable sounds of another mother and daughter, Carol and Stacie, having hot sex in the bed right next to theirs, Veronica was on top of Hailey, kissing her wetly and humping her leg, rubbing her juicy pussy on the girl’s thigh — all the while telling herself, I can’t do this, I have to stop, I just have to stop.

But she didn’t.

—————

Six separate climaxes at The Harem within minutes of each other: the three performers, Hafsa, Rana, and Azra, all had orgasms, and then Sheila, Bridget, and Eve did too, watching them.

None of those who were standing had reached climax, but their clits were hard and their pussies very wet. Now, as the lights slowly came back up in the room and as soft music began to play again, Gwen and Erin and Paige and Fiona removed their hands from their panties and retreated to their seats. Bambi, Amanda, and Tina sat down too. Several serving girls came out, some bringing fresh cool drinks and others helping the performers to exit.

There were smiles among the spectators, brows wiped, heads shaken in amazement. “Wow, that was something…” “Did you see how…” “I couldn’t believe it when…”

Debby had not had an orgasm. She was quite obviously very aroused but never seemed really close to a climax. Angela hoped (and expected) that she soon would have another opportunity, without the distractions, to put all her skills to work in giving the little girl that ultimate reward. Taking her hand from inside Debby’s undies, she hugged the child warmly, kissed her cheek, and then gave her back to her mother, Bridget. It was time to go.

—————

“Do you like it?” Kelly asked Holly.

She’d paused long enough from rubbing herself to give her sister the taste of pussy that Holly had asked for, bringing two very wet fingers from between her legs up to the girl’s mouth. They were still lying on their sides in bed, facing each other, both naked. Holly had sniffed Kelly’s hand for a moment, nodded and smiled, and then licked the fingers clean.

“Yeah, I do like it,” she giggled. “I knew I would. Ever since me and Hailey smelled Mommy and Mom the other night, and then when I smelled Stacie last night, it’s like, I don’t know, I just wanna eat it or something, you know?”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“God, Holly.”

The thought of this cute little blonde, only 8 years old, actually saying she wanted to eat pussy practically made Kelly come right then and there.

“I’m gonna masturbate and you can watch me, but I don’t know if I can really teach you or anything now ‘cuz I just want to come so bad.”

“Okay.”

Her fingers worked rapidly between her legs. It was almost always easy for Kelly to reach climax. She masturbated every day, usually several times, and often had two or three orgasms in a row. Now, as she felt Holly’s hands on her breasts again, playing with her nipples, and as they kissed wetly, tongues exploring, she felt that wonderful sensation quickly approaching, swirling up from inside, pulsing, growing, throbbing, swelling, driving her out of her mind, until —

“Holly!” she pulled her lips away “I’m coming!!”

—————

The group gathered up their things, sweaters and jackets and purses, and slowly made their way out of the private dinner club, escorted by Nazli. As they approached the front door, Eve suddenly grabbed Angela’s arm. “Wait, I was supposed to help you pay for this tonight. Where’s the bill?”

Angela chuckled, “No, dear, you don’t have to worry about that. Maybe another time. This was all covered by my membership fee.”

“Oh. Damn. I mean, I loved it, it was wonderful, and I appreciate your generosity, I really do. But one of these nights you just have to let me treat you, all right?”

They stopped and Angela took Eve’s face in her hands, gazing into her eyes. “Darling woman, you have already given me so much, letting us into your life, my daughter and I, and sharing yourself and your own beautiful girls with us. We couldn’t ask for more.”

“Oh, but we, we haven’t…”

Eve was about to say that she hadn’t really shared Gwen or Paige with them yet. She’d had sex with Angela herself but her daughters hadn’t — though she didn’t know, of course, what her girls might have done with Bambi, they actually could have done quite a lot — and anyway who could tell what might happen tonight? They could be headed back for a wild orgy at the penthouse suite, and then maybe she would have the privilege of sharing 16-year-old Gwen and 11-year-old Paige with Angela, with Bambi, and perhaps with all the rest of the women and girls in the group as well.

All of this passed through her mind in a flash as she looked into Angela’s eyes, who seemed to know, somehow, everything that Eve was thinking. Angela nodded, smiled, and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. “Thank you,” she said.

—————

Carol and Stacie were in a ‘69’ with Carol on top. They’d thrown the covers aside, totally unconcerned now about being seen and heard by either Hailey or Veronica. Carol was already getting close to another climax, humping her daughter’s face as she licked her wet pussy and sucked her clit.

Stacie wasn’t quite ready for a second orgasm, but she was delirious with joy. Making love with her beautiful mother, tasting her sweet pussy, feeling her mom’s hot tongue licking her, it was absolute heaven.

In the other bed, Hailey kept trying to look at Carol and Stacie and figure out what it was they were doing, laying with each other that funny way. But she was mostly too distracted by what was happening right there with her, in her own bed!

Veronica was doing the unthinkable. She was so turned on, so wild with lust, that she’d taken Hailey’s hand in hers and placed it between her legs, rubbing the child’s fingers against her clit, sliding them into her slippery folds, coating the little girl’s hand with a woman’s pussy juice. They’d stopped kissing because Veronica, masturbating herself with her daughter’s hand, was almost ready to come.

In the master bedroom, Stephanie was coming. With Jordan sucking her nipples, Stephanie was plunging two fingers in and out of her cunt, fucking herself hard. She’d already climaxed once, but that wasn’t enough. As soon as her first orgasm ended, she immediately began working on another. Maybe it was wrong, having sex with a 7-year-old, but if she was going to do it, she might as well thoroughly enjoy it.

—————

Out in the parking lot, Bridget approached Angela. “This has been really great, such an amazing evening, but it is getting late and we probably should get the kids home, so —”

Angela took the woman’s arm, giving it a squeeze. “Oh, don’t be silly, my dear. You’re coming back with us, all of you. You can stay and play and spend the night in our suite. You’ve seen how large it is, there’s plenty of room.”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Now, I won’t hear any argument. The decision is made, all right?”

“I…”

“Sheila, darling,” Angela said, “you want to come back with us, don’t you? Bring your pretty daughters to the hotel so they can have more fun with us tonight?”

“Sure, of course, I’m up for anything,” Sheila laughed.

Bridget just shrugged and acted resigned. The truth was she really did want to go back to the hotel and see what might happen there, but she’d thought that someone ought to at least put up the pretense of being responsible.

—————

Panting, sweating, her body flushed and still quaking with the after-effects of a tremendous orgasm — her third in succession — Stephanie attempted to get herself back under control. With some difficulty she managed to separate Jordan from her nipple, and then hugged the child close, stroking her soft skin.

“So, honey, I think we… should try to get some sleep now… don’t you?”

“Yeah, all right.” That’s what Jordan said, although she was thinking something else, about what she wanted to do. She would wait a minute, though, before she asked. Then maybe Stephanie would say it was okay.

In the third bedroom, Carol had finished coming on top of Stacie in their 69, loudly climaxing in her mouth, and now her attention was focused on giving Stacie another orgasm. She had a finger deep inside her pussy, another finger in her asshole, and she was licking and sucking her daughter’s clit and labia. She could tell by the way Stacie was moving and by the sounds she was making that she was almost there.

Veronica was almost there too in the bed across from them. Using Hailey’s hand to masturbate with wasn’t the most effective way of reaching climax, but the idea of it was just so naughty and so forbidden that it drove Veronica insane with lust. Gripping the little girl’s hand, she rubbed her small fingers up and down in her furrow while kissing her mouth.

And then, when she heard Stacie cry out in the other bed — “Mom! Fuck! Yes!” — Veronica went over the top as well, coming hard, feeling her hot juices drench Hailey’s fingers.

Continue on to Chapter 35

Falling for Fiona, Part Two

  • Posted on September 29, 2015 at 4:21 pm

By cs.unwin

Edith found Fiona sitting on the sofa, relaxed, knees together. The young girl had poured them each a cup of tea and was waiting for her before drinking. Her eyes widened with surprise when she saw how Edith was dressed.

“Milk and sugar?” Fiona asked.

“Milk only please,” Edith replied and let herself sink into the sofa, facing Fiona with her legs folded on the seat cushions. The sofa was small and Edith’s knees gently pressed against the young girl’s thigh. They sipped their tea in silence for a few moments. The cottage was completely quiet save for the sound of wood crackling in the fire.

Edith broke the silence by saying to Fiona, “I do hope we can get to know each other better.”

“Yes, that would be wizard,” Fiona gushed in reply. “You have such a smashing house, it’s so cosy. I do hope I can visit again.”

“You are welcome any time you wish. I think you are perfectly lovely and I would be delighted to have your company,” Edith said, and then paused for a moment before saying, “I think your mother doesn’t really care for me much. Do you have any idea why?”

“Mother’s beastly,” Fiona nearly spat out the words. “She doesn’t like anything or anyone. She called you a ‘bent London woman’. I haven’t the faintest idea what that even means. Do you?”

“Oh dear!” Edith answered, her face turning a light shade of crimson. “That’s not a very nice thing to say about anyone, even if it were true.”

“But what does it mean?” Fiona persisted.

“Well,” said Edith, choosing her words carefully, “in London, where I come from, some women do things a little differently. They act differently and they dress differently.”

“Yes, I know that,” Fiona said. “They dress with much more style than the frumps down here.”

“True, but there is more. Some prefer women instead of men. You know, for going out and messing about.”

“Oh!” Said Fiona, letting the full implication of what she had heard sink in. “You mean like lezzies?”

“I suppose,” said Edith, “that’s one way of putting it. What do you know about lezzies?”

“It’s what we call girls at school who are really odd.”

“I think that’s just girls being cruel to each other, Fiona. You shouldn’t pay attention. What I am speaking of is women, or girls, who are really in love with other girls.”

“Are you that kind of girl?” Fiona asked.

“Yes, I am like that. I am sorry if I have disappointed you, truly sorry. And if you’d like to get changed I will be happy to drive you home right away.”

“No, please Edith, not yet. I think it’s jolly nice here. I think you are the ‘cats meow’,” she said, using an expression she had learned at school. “Don’t make me go yet, please don’t.”

“Of course, dear Fiona, you are welcome to stay as long as you like.”

“Wizard,” Fiona replied. “Can you tell me about your girlfriends? Are they as pretty as you? Who was your very first girlfriend?”

Edith paused and stared for a moment into the 12-year-old’s limpid brown eyes. She thought how attracted she was to Fiona for the thousandth time that afternoon.

“I have had several girlfriends,” Edith replied, “mostly older than I was. My first, Lesley, is who I remember the most fondly. Your first love is the one you never, ever forget. We met at school, at a dance, and I can still recall the song we first danced to. It was ‘Only You’ by the Platters. We danced together and fell in love.”

“That must be ages ago,” said Fiona. “I’ve never heard of that song.”

“It’s a really lovely song. I still have a recording of it somewhere. Would you like to hear it? Let me put it on the gramophone for you.”

Edith bounded off the sofa, almost spilling her tea, and pulled out a small portable record player from the cupboard. It took her only a moment to find the right disc, and soon the small cottage was filled with the Platters’ perfect harmonies, singing:

Only you…
Can make this world seem right

Only you…
Can make the darkness bright

Edith stood singing along with the words, flushed with excitement and a smile on her face. Fiona smiled too seeing her new friend’s evident pleasure.

“Come Fiona, you must dance with me to this song, you simply must!” Edith said as she took hold of the young girl’s hands and pulled her to her feet.

Fiona was caught up by Edith’s infectious enthusiasm and swept into her arms. The two began swaying together gently to the sound of the music. Being nearly half a head taller than her partner, Edith took the lead, holding Fiona’s hand in her own and placing her other hand around her waist. She led her in a simple dance step: side together, side together, and around. Fiona, who was too young to have yet attended any real dances, had nevertheless practised with girlfriends and easily followed the older woman’s lead.

As Edith led the young girl, she held her close and pressed her soft unencumbered breasts into Fiona’s flat chest. Her nipples hardened as they came in contact with the young girl’s warm body. Without realizing what she was doing, Edith’s lips feathered Fiona’s hair and she inhaled her scent; it reminded her of her of own school days, a mixture of girl’s scent and the smell of chalkboards and dusters. She tilted her face and buried her head in the crook of Fiona’s neck. Her lips caressed the soft sensitive skin below her ear.

Fiona’s body responded powerfully to the older woman’s touch. She had never been the recipient of such a full range of sensual experience, feelings which the woman in her craved. Her childish awkwardness was left behind and Edith’s soft embrace left her breathless.

The song ended and the gramophone needle scratched loudly as it circled the record. Fiona looked up at Edith’s face, her lips slightly open, as if waiting to be kissed. Edith lowered her head and their lips pressed together like a magnet would pull towards metal. Edith’s tongue slipped between the girl’s lips. She tasted of treacle tart. Fiona’s mouth slackened to accept the welcome intrusion. The girl barely noticed as Edith tugged on the cord which held her dressing gown. It fell open, exposing her thin yet ripe young body.

Edith’s hands slid over the girl’s soft skin, across her chest, pausing to stroke her small firm nipples. Fiona’s breath tightened as her sensitive buds responded to being so expertly touched. Edith cupped the 12-year-old’s perfectly shaped buttocks in her hands, pulling her closer so that their lower bodies pressed against each other, loins exchanging passionate heat.

Edith released her lips from Fiona’s and put them close to the young girl’s ear. She whispered, “Darling, you have completely enchanted me, and I want you so. Please tell me you feel the same way.”

Fiona was no longer concerned that the woman in her arms was nearly her mother’s age. Her passion and hunger had taken her far beyond the point of caring.

“Yes, yes… I feel so… good,” Fiona replied.

“Please touch me, darling,” Edith begged.

She took the girl’s small hand in her own and placed it between her legs. Fiona’s fingers brushed the soft kinky hair above the woman’s sex and slipped over the silky furrow that lay just beneath.

“Yes, touch me there, but harder, darling. I need you so much,” Edith gasped, her breathing short and ragged with desire.

Fiona wanted to explore and go further but she was unsure of herself, the situation well beyond her limited experience. Edith, sensing her hesitation, understood the reason for her reluctance.

“Darling girl, I am a woman and I have the same bits that you do. Caress me just like you would touch yourself,” she said.

Fiona pushed her small fingers deeper within Edith’s warm folds. The woman opened her legs to allow her young lover more complete access. Edith grappled with the buttons on her shirt so she could bare her breasts. Fiona needed no invitation, her mouth latched on to a turgid nipple and began to suck it with hot wet lips. Like most girls her age she had spent half her waking hours thinking about breasts, how and when hers would grow. The opportunity to explore the breasts Edith offered her was a dream come true.

Edith noticed the scratching of the needle on the record. She was reluctant to interrupt their coupling, but she didn’t want her gramophone ruined. She gently disentangled herself from Fiona and returned the record player arm to its ready position. Fiona had shyly pulled her dressing gown closed, but her wide eyes were firmly fixed on Edith, half naked and shirt wide open. Edith stepped over to where Fiona was standing, took a delicate hand in her own and kissed her on the lips.

“Come with me to the bedroom, darling,” she said, and led Fiona into her into the small room where she slept.

Fiona followed obediently. Once inside, Edith removed the young girl’s dressing gown to reveal her naked, nubile figure and paused to admire it. Flat chest and plump hairless sex. In the shadowy light of the bedroom, she looked very much like a vulnerable little girl.

“God, you are so beautiful, darling, you have no idea how much I want you,” Edith said, as she pulled Fiona’s naked body onto the bed.

She placed the young girl’s head on her pillows, raised her thin rangy legs, and slipped between them. She paused for a moment to admire the perfectly formed hairless treasure which was hers for the taking, and then lowered her face and buried her tongue in Fiona’s moist furrow.

Fiona experienced a momentary panic when she felt Edith’s tongue on her private parts. She worried she might not be clean enough and tried to remember if she had properly wiped herself. But the instant Edith’s tongue began to circle her small but sensitive clitoris, Fiona lost herself in the feelings and those concerns were gone forever. She was now in that special moment where she felt wave after wave of pleasure, a kind she had never known before.

With skill born of much practise, Edith used her tongue and hands to bring Fiona to the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Her finger managed to penetrate Fiona’s tight vagina and push into the depths of her womb. Fiona felt as though she were being split in two, until she entered a tunnel of pleasure that took her higher and higher, eventually letting her down to where she lay gasping for breath, her slender thighs quivering.

Edith moved up the bed and took her young lover into her arms, kissing her with lips that tasted of the girl’s own feverish discharge. Fiona was overcome with emotion and embraced her older lover ardently, crying out, “Edith, I love you so much! That was so wizard. I want to stay with you forever.”

“There, there, my love,” Edith replied. “Don’t be silly. Let’s not worry about the future, and just enjoy each precious moment we have together.”

“Oh yes, Edith, I’m your lover, your secret lover.”

“Yes, you are, Fiona, and a bloody good and beautiful one you are too. May I ask you a favour, my love?”

“Yes Edith, I’ll do anything for you.”

Edith didn’t answer directly, but took Fiona’s small hand in her own and placed it between her legs, rubbing it up and down.

“Oh, Edith, yes, I do want to please you, ever so much.”

Fiona moved down the bed, covering Edith’s stomach and abdomen with light girlish kisses. Once she reached her crotch, she nuzzled her thick dark pubic hair and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the older woman’s arousal. Edith opened her legs and Fiona’s mouth slid into her wet warm furrow. Fiona was surprised by the taste, it was not like she had imagined it would be. She tasted slightly musty and feminine, surprisingly clean and fresh.

Edith gasped at the hesitant pressure of lovely young lips on her most sensitive parts. Accustomed to many different women using her, sometimes gently and sometimes roughly, she was thrilled by this young girl’s inexpert but eager exploration.

Fiona located the clitoris and began to suck with the same force she had earlier used on the woman’s nipple. Edith jerked involuntarily at the overwhelming sensation.

“Please, darling, not so rough, you’re going to make me wee myself. Use your tongue and lick around my clitoris.”

Edith found herself craving more. She wanted everything from the girl, and asked for it. Eager to learn, Fiona followed her instructions, doing the best she could. In addition to licking, vaginal stimulus had always been a big part of Edith’s orgasms. She patiently taught her young lover how to use her small fingers to coax the maximum pleasure from inside her body.

It took several minutes of repeated stimulation, but a tingling sensation centred in her vagina soon told Edith her moment was not far off. As Fiona’s slippery fingers pushed deep within her and the girl’s tongue lapped at her clit, she began to grow more and more excited, the anticipation building, a sensation like hundreds of butterfly’s wings softly brushing her loins.

The momentum of the wave built up slowly and steadily until it turned into an aching need for release. Fiona dutifully continued fingering Edith’s wet vagina and her tongue kept lashing the area around her clitoris, and then suddenly the wave crested, crashing, splashing. It took Edith so far away from reality that nothing else mattered beyond that incredible feeling pulsing between her legs. With spasms of contraction seizing her vagina, she gasped and yelled, “Oh God, yes Fiona, yes!”

When Fiona sensed that at last her lover had passed her moment of crisis, she nuzzled Edith’s curly nest, hair slippery with her discharge, and tenderly stroked her smooth abdomen.

“Was that good?” the girl asked, anxiously seeking reassurance.

“Fiona, that was so bloody marvellous, you have absolutely no idea. You’re an incredible lover,” Edith told her.

Fiona almost purred, feeling so proud and basking in the praise. Her fingers played with the curly tufts of hair between Edith’s legs and she began to hum. Edith recognized the tune and smiled. It was ‘Only You’. She reached down and began toying with the 12-year-old’s small nipple, which reacted by visibly stiffening into a tiny strawberry shape.

In the joy of discovering each other’s bodies, the two had lost track of time. Fiona sat up suddenly and announced, “I have to leave, Edith. You have no idea how angry my mother can get.”

“All right, my love, get dressed and I will run you home.”

“Drop me at the bottom of our lane, I really don’t want my mother to know we’ve been together.”

Reluctantly the two got dressed. Fiona’s clothes had dried enough to put on, and it had stopped raining. In the car, they kissed one more time and gave each other a final embrace.

“Come by any time you like Fiona, I will welcome you with open arms and open heart.”

“Sure I won’t interrupt you with one of your women friends?” Fiona asked cheekily.

“No, absolutely not, Fiona! You are the only one for me, lover. If you will have me that is…”

“Yes, yes, a hundred times yes! For as long as you want, Edith,” Fiona said, and the two shared a long last kiss before the girl hopped out of the car and ran up the lane towards her house.

The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 8

  • Posted on September 28, 2015 at 10:48 am

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

Becca left the mall as soon as she could get away. She wanted to get over to the orgy at that condo she had the address for. She’d been invited by Tina, the eleven-year-old girl who’d seduced her in the girls’ bathroom in the food court near the Subway where she worked. Well, seduced wasn’t really the right word, actually, since what had happened had been completely mutual. She’d gone to the bathroom to masturbate while imagining what ended up happening in reality, after all.

She knew she needed to call Carolyn, her best friend and lover who had recently initiated her into lesbian sex, to let her know she wouldn’t be coming over that afternoon. They had planned to get together for some talk and “whatever” when Becca got off work, but then the orgy came along, and Becca couldn’t resist. The “whatever” would be a lot of fun, but how could she pass up an opportunity like this one? Not only that, but where would joining the three girls and three adults lead? How often would she be able to get together with them? The possibilities seemed endless.

As she approached her car, a dented and scratched Toyota that still ran well, she pulled out her phone and noticed she’d missed a call from Carolyn already. She pushed the button on her screen to call her back.

“Hey, girl!” said Carolyn, answering on the first ring.

“Hey, yourself!” Becca said. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Jus’ lyin’ around waiting for my girlfriend to come over. I figured we’d fuck and go see what we could dig up to eat.”

“Other than each other, you mean?” Becca laughed.

“Of course!”

“You are so bad, girl,” said Becca, giggling at the bold words.

“Hey, I’ve been bad all my life. And good at the same time! Wink-Wink,” she said, laughing at her own joke.

Becca wanted to tell her she wouldn’t be over but didn’t want the conversation to end too quickly, so she decided to ask Carolyn a question she’d been pondering since they’d had sex for the first time the other night when she’d slept over.

“Speaking of being bad and good, just how long have you been messing around with girls?”

“That’s a secret,” Carolyn said.

“Not from me, it isn’t. I’m your best friend!” said Becca.

“Yes, it is. I don’t kiss and tell. A girl has to have some secrets! Don’t you have any?”

Boy, do I, she thought to herself, but said instead, “C’mon, Carolyn. I’ll tell you a secret if you tell me the answer to my question.”

“You first.”

“Nope, you first because I asked first.”

Becca heard Carolyn sigh, apparently thinking it over. “How good is your secret, cuz mine’s a doozy.”

“Mine’s an even bigger doozy, I bet,” Becca said, convinced that the fact she was going to an orgy instead of coming over to her house would pretty well top anything Carolyn had to say. Of course, she didn’t plan on telling Carolyn the ages of the three younger girls in the orgy. Carolyn might find that disgusting or something. However, she was confident her secret would rate an 11 on a scale of 1-10, even without the girls’ ages being revealed.

“I doubt it,” said Carolyn. She hesitated some more before saying, “Okay, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours, but there have to be some ground rules.”

“Like what?”

“First, no judging. No matter what it is, we accept it and move on.”

That suited Becca just fine. “Okay, what else?”

“We swear to total secrecy. If either of us tells anyone, the other person is free to tell, too, and to even make up lies to make it more embarrassing.”

Wow, thought Becca. Now she wasn’t so sure her own secret would be a bigger “doozy” than Carolyn’s. Still, she was sure she would never tell anyone, so she readily agreed.

She asked Carolyn what else, and Carolyn said, “Nothing, other than we stay friends no matter what, okay?”

“Deal,” Becca said. “Now, what’s your answer? How long?”

After a bit more hesitation, Carolyn sighed and said, “Since I was eight.”

Now it was Becca’s turn for silence. Did she hear her right? Eight?!

After a few seconds of silence, Carolyn asked, “Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” Becca answered. “Did you say eight?”

“Yep.”

“Who was it? Who else have you had girl-girl sex with?”

“I’m not sure I should tell you. You know them.”

“Them?! As in more than one?!” This was indeed a doozy.

“Yes. Two.”

“Are they like friends of ours? Is Grace one?” She’d always wondered about Grace, who was always checking out girls in the gym locker room.

“No and no,” Carolyn said.

“Then who? C’mon, Carolyn! Give!”

“If I tell you, you can’t say anything to anyone about it, especially not them, okay?”

“If I tell or say anything, you can make up disgusting stories about me, so of course I won’t!”

Another pause. Becca could almost hear Carolyn thinking.

“The first was my aunt. My mom’s sister Daphne.”

Omigod! Becca thought. She’d met her friend’s Aunt Daphne several times. The woman was often at Carolyn’s house visiting her sister and nieces. She was thirty-four and very pretty. Sexy even. A sudden image of an eight-year-old Carolyn and her aunt caused her pussy to tremble.

“Are you shitting me? When you were eight, she was…” Becca was doing the math in her head when Carolyn finished the sentence for her.

“Twenty-five.”

Once again, Becca pictured her friend at age eight having sex with her young adult aunt. She could feel wetness starting to ooze into her panties now. Becca was beginning to realize that lesbian pedophilia was a lot more common than she’d ever believed possible.

“Does she know you remember it?”

Another pause. “Um, Becca,” she said, as if talking to a small child who didn’t understand something simple. “We still do it.”

“Oh, my God! Really?! That’s…well…that’s…incredible!”

“Okay, so now you know, but remember, you promised not to say anything, especially to her. She’d shit if she knew I’d told you.”

“I won’t!” she protested but immediately realized she wanted to have sex with Carolyn and her aunt both. What a wild threesome that would be!

She also realized she’d started her car but hadn’t done anything more than that. The AC was blowing cool air on her now, which was a good thing considering how hot it was outside, not to mention how hot she was on the inside. First the episode in the girls’ restroom, then the invitation to the orgy, and now this. Her pussy was on fire.

“So, what’s your secret?” asked Carolyn.

“I’m going to…wait a minute! You haven’t told who the other girl is!”

“I was hoping you’d forget,” Carolyn said.

“I almost did, but you gotta tell. Who?”

“First, how freaked are you that my aunt did that to me when I was only eight?”

“Well, I…um…I guess I’m not freaked at all.” Freaked? Becca thought to herself. Horny is more like it!

“No?” Carolyn asked, apparently wanting to make sure.

“No. In fact, it’s…well…it’s kinda…um.”

“Spit it out!”

“It’s actually kinda got me…well…turned on,” Becca said, a confession in itself.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. Really, really, in fact!” Becca figured if she was still having sex with her aunt, Carolyn would probably be okay with finding that sexy. “So, who’s the other girl?”

“Candace,” Carolyn said.

Becca was shocked again. “Your sister, Candace?”

“You know another Candace?” asked Carolyn.

“When did that start?”

“You won’t think bad of me?” Carolyn asked.

“Of course not!” said Becca. “I’m practically rubbing myself just thinking about this!”

“It started when she was six.”

“Jeez! That means you were…”

“Thirteen,” Carolyn finished again. “To be honest it was my aunt’s idea, but I’d been thinking about it anyway. We’d talked some about Candace and she would joke about dying to eat some Candy.”

“Has she ever done that? Eaten your sister’s pussy, I mean.”

“I know what you mean. Of course. We’ve had threesomes before. Lots of times, in fact. I mean, that was mostly the point of my doing it with Candace in the first place.”

“When was the last time you and Candace did anything together?”

“My, you are getting nosy, aren’t you?” Carolyn said, with a small laugh, her first one in a while. “If you must know, we did it last night.” Carolyn was finding it easier to talk about this now that she knew it was making Becca horny.

“Do you think you’d ever want to make it a foursome with you three and a certain best friend?” Becca asked.

“I don’t know. I guess I could approach them with it. I know Candace wouldn’t mind, she masturbates thinking of you all the time.”

“She does?” Becca’s pussy seemed to do a small dance. She could feel her juices wetting the gusset of her panties.

“Yeah. But I’d have to approach them as if you didn’t know anything. They can’t know I told you.”

“That’s cool. I don’t want to cause anyone trouble, but I would really love to do that — have sex with you guys. It would be so wild to watch you licking your aunt’s and your little sister’s pussies, not to mention watching them do you, too.”

“Now, what’s your so-called doozy of a secret?” Carolyn asked, moving the conversation along. Becca could hear Carolyn’s breathing becoming faster, more of a panting.

“Are you…?” Becca asked.

“Am I what?” breathed Carolyn.

“You know. Masturbating.”

“For the past five minutes. I plan to come as soon as we hang up, maybe before if I can’t hold off. Now, give. What’s your secret?”

“I’m on my way to an orgy. A lesbian orgy,” Becca said without hesitation.

“You’re kidding! You mean you’re not coming over?” Becca could hear the disappointment in Carolyn’s reply.

“Sorry, kiddo. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. You won’t believe what happened today.”

“Spill,” said Carolyn, and Becca did. She described what had happened in the mall bathroom — having sex with eleven-year-old Tina — and also revealed that the girl was sexually active with her own sister and with her sister’s best friend, both just twelve.

“That is so awesome! I wish I could go too!” Carolyn hinted, when Becca stopped talking. Carolyn’s breathing was becoming more ragged.

“But here’s the best thing,” Becca said. “They also do it with their mom and two teachers they had this past year. That’s who will be at the orgy. All three girls, Tina and Heather’s mom, and the two teachers. I’ll make lucky number seven.”

Of course, Becca didn’t know about number eight: Monica, who at that moment was ringing the doorbell of the condo, using the code she’d overheard.

“Omigod! Really? And with their mom, too? That is so cool! Can’t you drop by and pick me up?” Carolyn was sounding very close to her orgasm. Becca was suddenly envious and put her car in gear to get to the orgy.

“Are you crazy? I’d need to square it with them first. You don’t just waltz into an orgy with a friend the other people in the orgy haven’t met. People would freak, just like your aunt would if I suddenly showed up ready to join in without her being asked if it would be okay.”

“I guess you’re right, but I…sure would love…to get my hands and mouth…on those girls,” said Carolyn, whose moaning was starting to punctuate her words with interruptions.

“That’s weird, isn’t it? That we both like little girls like that?” Becca asked.

“I guess it’s more common than people realize.” Carolyn was obviously getting very close.

“Now I wish we’d talked about this before. Had sex before. We’ve known each other for three years. What took you so long?”

“I was afraid you’d call me a dyke and tell everyone.”

“I understand. But it sure would have been fun if we’d started this when we met.”

“Yeah, I agree. It would have…been, but…we can try to…make up…for lost time, right?” Her moans and grunts punctuated her speech, making her sound something like someone with Tourette’s Syndrome.

“Right,” said Becca. “I have to go, okay? I need to drive to the place where the orgy is. I’ll already be starting late.”

“Okay, have…an orgasm or twelve…for me,” Carolyn said. It was at that moment that Carolyn came, moaning erotically into her phone as the orgasm rippled through her body.

After hearing her friend come over the phone, Becca was as anxious as ever to get to the party. She could tell her panties were a mess already. The two said their good-byes and soon Becca was driving toward the condo where the women and girls were waiting.

Of course, Becca didn’t realize they had already answered the door expecting to find her there, only to be greeted by what turned out to be a very welcome surprise.

Continue on to Chapter 9

 

Serendipity, Chapter 33

  • Posted on September 27, 2015 at 3:13 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To keep everyone straight, use this link for Characters & Relationships, or check our Guide for Serious Readers.

It was still fairly early, not yet 10:00, but that was past the usual bedtime for the twins, so Hailey and Veronica snuggled up in one of the beds in the third bedroom at the condo, while Carol and her daughter Stacie got in the other bed. They said goodnight and turned out the light. As agreed, all four were naked.

Stacie and Carol didn’t mind at all going to bed that early. They’d both been looking forward to enjoying some sexy time together in the dark. As soon as the light was out, they turned toward each other and began softly kissing and caressing.

In the other bed, Hailey whispered, “Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can, baby.” Veronica was on her back with an arm around the little 8-year-old blonde, who was curled up beside her.

“Well, um, last night,” Hailey said, “Mommy showed me how to kiss a little bit. You know, how you and her kiss, the way grownup ladies kiss when they love each other.”

“Okay…”

“Did she tell you we did that?”

“Uh, well, yes, actually she did tell me.”

“So, um, can you do it with me too? So I can see if it’s different?”

“If it’s different?” Veronica chuckled.

“Yeah, if you kiss like her, the same as her, or if it’s different.”

“Well, that’s a clever way of asking.”

“Can we?”

Veronica took a deep breath. She definitely did want to kiss Hailey that way, but she wasn’t sure if it was right. She and Stephanie had begun a conversation that morning about what it all meant and what they should do, but then they’d been interrupted and had never found time to complete the discussion.

“Can we, Mom?” Hailey repeated, with a gentle nudge.

By that time, they were starting to hear soft moans coming from the other bed along with wet slurping sounds. Veronica knew very well what was happening: Carol and her daughter were making love. She felt a warm stirring in her pussy.

“Well, okay, I guess we can do that,” Veronica consented, turning on her side toward the little girl.

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“Ohh, GOD!!” Sheila was coming again, masturbating furiously as she witnessed the older performer at The Harem being brought to a powerful orgasm by the two young girls who were fucking her.

None of the other spectators was close to a climax yet, although many were playing with themselves and all were extremely turned on. They watched intently as the woman seated on the bench with her head thrown back shuddered a few more times, moaning loudly. And then, as her spasms gradually receded, she brought her head forward, opened her eyes, and gave her audience a seductive smile.

The girls beside her now slowly removed their fingers from the woman’s vagina and raised them to one another’s mouths, feeding each other the succulent juices that dripped from their fingers. They grinned at each other and shared a quick kiss, then turned to the woman, moving their fingers to her mouth. Bringing their lips together, the erotic entertainers savored the delicious taste of feminine sex and enjoyed a long wet three-way kiss.

“Have you ever done that, honey? Tasted the sweet juice from inside a woman’s pussy?” Angela asked Debby, who was seated on her lap.

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“I don’t know. What does it taste like?”

“It’s nice. I think you’d like it. Do you want to try?”

“Okay.”

Angela turned to the side. “Bridget?” she said to Debby’s mother.

“Yeah?”

Bridget had a hand inside her panties. Her slacks were unbuttoned and unzipped. The woman’s face was flushed and shiny with sweat, her eyes hooded. She was obviously very aroused.

“Debby wants to taste you,” Angela said.

“What?”

“Get your finger nice and wet, and then give some to Debby. Your daughter wants to find out what pussy tastes like.”

“She does?”

When Angela nodded, Bridget smiled and said, “All right,” then pushed two fingers deep inside her cunt, scooping up a sample of her abundant juices. Slowly she drew the fingers out, shivering with lascivious lust, and brought the special treat to her little girl’s mouth.

As this was happening, the performers in front of them were changing position. The youngest girl, who appeared to be only 9 or 10 years old, with tiny breast buds and a totally hairless slit, was now lying on her back on the padded bench.

The woman, finally recovered from her orgasm, raised one of the girl’s small legs and mounted her, scissors-style, pressing their naked pussies together. The other girl, a nubile teenager of perhaps 13 or 14, stood over the younger girl’s head, straddling her and facing toward the woman. As she lowered her crotch to the open mouth beneath her, she leaned forward to kiss the older performer, who was beginning to move on top of the girl beneath her, tribbing with her.

—————

Stephanie was flabbergasted. No sooner had she turned out the light in the master bedroom at the condo and settled in to fall asleep with little Jordan, than the girl began to fondle her, touching her bare breasts, playing with her nipples. It seemed almost like foreplay! But this was a 7-year-old child!!

“Honey, what are you…” she began.

“Yours are really really really nice,” Jordan said. “So big and round, like balloons.”

In spite of herself, Stephanie laughed. “Like balloons?”

But then the girl was pinching her erect nipples — squeezing and pulling and twisting them — and Stephanie’s laughter turned into an involuntary moan of sexual arousal.

“Mmmm, nice…… but, but you shouldn’t do that, baby.”

“Why not?”

“Well, it’s…”

“I do it with Mommy, and with Nanna. And I did it with Kelly.”

“With Kelly? But — and your mother? And Nanna??”

“Uh-huh.”

Now Stephanie really didn’t know what to think. Somehow, though, she managed to find the willpower to remove the little girl’s hands from her breasts. She turned onto her side, facing her, holding the child’s small hands in hers. Enough light came in through the window that they could see each other.

“Sweetie, um, it’s okay if you do whatever you do with your mommy, and uh, with Nanna. But I don’t think you should do that with me. Not until after I talk about it first with your mother, all right?”

Jordan’s mouth twisted unhappily. She liked Stephanie’s big boobies a whole lot, and she really liked the way her nipples stuck out so far. She’d never seen any as long as that.

“Can I just suck your nipples?” she asked.

—————

Things were speeding up at The Harem. In their heightened state of sexual arousal, the three performers all appeared to be approaching orgasm very quickly. The youngest girl on the bench was squirming, bucking, raising her crotch to meet the thrusts of the woman above her, who was vigorously tribbing with her. The teenager, straddling the younger girl, was grinding her pussy into the girl’s mouth while at the same time kissing the woman.

In the audience, Sheila, Tina, Eve, Gwen, Erin, and even 12-year-old Fiona were all openly masturbating. After giving Debby a taste of her pussy juice, which the child seemed to enjoy very much, Bridget had immediately resumed fucking herself.

Only Angela, among the women, was not masturbating, and that was because she had Debby on her lap and was having such a good time fondling the child’s pussy through her thin cotton panties. Now she insistently pressed her fingers in, parting the girl’s labia, pushing the fabric between her lips. She felt Debby shudder under her touch, and yes, Angela could actually detect warm moisture seeping through onto her fingers.

The seated mothers and daughters all stared at the spectacle in front of them, rapidly progressing toward a peak. Eve had her jeans open now with both hands inside her panties, working hard. She wanted to come at the same time as the performers if she could. Gwen, sitting next to Eve, was getting close too. Bridget was also nearly ready to come again, while Sheila, of course, was on the edge almost constantly.

And then it was time. The first to reach orgasm was the teenage performer, riding the face of the younger girl. The audience heard her cry out and watched as her slender body was jolted repeatedly by orgasmic spasms. This made the woman move even faster on top of the girl, and within less than a minute they heard squeals of pleasure as the pre-pubescent child climaxed. She was followed shortly by the woman, who loudly groaned, throwing back her head, shoving her wet cunt against the girl’s, over and over again.

—————

In the second bedroom at the condo, 14-year-old Kelly was lying in bed with her little sister Holly, 8 years old, on top of her. They were both naked and were kissing enthusiastically, their mouths open, tongues entwining. A lamp beside the bed was on.

When Holly pulled away to take a breath, Kelly wiped her lips and asked, “So do you like that?’

“Yeah, it’s nice,” Holly grinned. “I like doing it. Have you kissed other girls that way before too?”

“Well, um, only a couple times. Once, at, at a sleepover at Becca’s. Some of us did it then. It was fun. And then, well, I did it with Jordan too, the other night at the motel.”

“With Jordan, at the motel?”

“Uh-huh.”

“She kissed me like that today. That’s where I learned how.”

“Jordan did? When?”

“Before dinner, when we went outside for a while. Me and Hailey started kissing that way too, except then Mommy came out and saw us.”

“Wow, did she get mad?”

“I don’t think so. She didn’t say anything about it. She just called us to come and eat. I don’t think she minds. I mean, she already kissed Hailey and everything.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

All this kissing between various family members made Kelly wonder how much further things would eventually go. She knew for a fact that her Aunt Carol was having sex with her own daughter, Stacie, and also with her granddaughter, Jordan. So, would the kissing lead to other stuff? She hoped it would!

“Are you tired yet? Do you wanna go to sleep, or do you wanna kiss some more?”

“More kissing,” Holly giggled.

“Okay, except… let’s lay this way now.”

Kelly turned onto her side, facing the little blonde. Her pussy was aching to be touched and she thought that maybe in this position she could play with herself without Holly noticing it. Maybe.

“We can kiss,” she said, “and, um, you can also touch me if you want to, my boobs, I mean, and like, my nipples. I really want you to, okay?”

“All right.” Holly put her hands on Kelly’s breasts, small fingers tentatively caressing her sister’s puffy nipples.

Kelly sighed and shivered as she felt the gentle touch shoot straight from her sensitive nipples to her clit. She brought her mouth to Holly’s and they kissed again.

—————

Eve climaxed, as did Gwen beside her. Bridget and Sheila both did as well. Neither Tina nor Erin nor Fiona reached orgasm, but they continued rubbing their wet pussies as they watched the performers wind down from their own climaxes. The room was quiet, except for the sounds of heavy breathing. A heady aroma of feminine arousal filled the air.

Slowly the woman and the two girls disentangled themselves and then stood in front of the bench, facing the small audience. They smiled broadly, their naked bodies gleaming with perspiration, the youngest girl’s cheeks shiny with juices from the teenager.

Angela began applauding and the rest soon joined her. Sheila put her fingers in her mouth and whistled. Everyone laughed and cheered.

When the applause finally died down, the woman, who was standing in the center holding the hands of the two girls, stepped forward slightly. Speaking with a strong accent, she said, “You may wonder, and I want you to know, because I am proud. My name is Hafsa. These are my beautiful daughters, Rana and Azra. Now we will finish for you, a special finish. I hope you enjoy what you see.”

More applause greeted this announcement. Some were surprised that the three were mother and daughters, though many had suspected it. But nearly all were amazed that the woman would admit it so readily and without shame.

Before continuing, the performers turned the bench 90 degrees. The youngest girl, Azra, again lay down on her back, but this time with her feet on the floor. Her legs were apart, her crotch facing toward the spectators. Her mother, Hafsa, gracefully straddled the child’s head, using her fingers to open her own pussy lips and then lowering her cunt to her daughter’s mouth. The audience sighed, almost in unison.

Hafsa leaned down, putting her hands on Azra’s slender thighs. She pulled the girl’s legs even farther apart. Everyone inched forward in their seats to watch closely as the woman placed her fingers on the girl’s labia and parted them. They could see her pink center, gleaming with moisture. Hafsa slowly gazed along the row of spectators, making eye contact with each of them, smiling proudly. Then she lowered her face, extended her tongue, and licked the child’s visibly erect clit.

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Carol and Stacie were fucking each other, lying side by side, kissing, moaning, each with a finger deep inside the other’s pussy, mother and daughter having sex.

In the other bed, Veronica was leaning over Hailey, holding the little blonde’s face in her hands, running the tip of her tongue around the edge of her lips. It always excited Stephanie when Veronica kissed her that way, and she hoped it would do the same for Hailey.

It appeared to be working. The girl was breathing hard, her body trembling. By instinct, it seemed, her hands had gone to Veronica’s breasts, finding the nipples, playing with them, fingering the taut hardness.

Her touch was driving Veronica wild. But my god, she thought to herself, this is a little girl, my own daughter! I shouldn’t be getting so turned on, but I just can’t help it, I am!

Taking a deep breath, she pulled back slightly. Although it was mostly dark in the room, they could see each other. Veronica smiled at the girl. “I like it when you touch me that way,” she whispered, “when you touch my nipples. It feels nice.”

“Okay.” Hailey returned the smile. “But, um, Mom?”

After applying a tender kiss to those irresistible soft pink lips, Veronica responded, “Yes?”

“What are they doing over there?” Hailey whispered. “Is that like what, you know, what you and Mommy did in the motel?”

The noises coming from the other bed were quite loud now, grunts and groans and sighs and wet slapping sounds and urgent pleas from both women: “Yes – yes – fuck me – make me come!”

A shiver passed through Veronica. This was a moment of truth — a moment for truth. She nodded at Hailey, putting their foreheads together, answering in a very soft voice, “Yes, baby, that’s right, it is the same thing. They, uh, they’re making love, just like me and Mommy do.”

“Um, but… Aunt Carol is… she’s Stacie’s mom, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is.”

Hailey didn’t say anything else right away. Apparently she was thinking. And they both were listening to the sounds that seemed to be growing continually louder.

Veronica squeezed her thighs together, stimulating her clit, and then gently nuzzled the little girl. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah, I am. I just…”

Then they heard Stacie’s voice, “God! God! Yes!” And only seconds after that, Carol gasped and moaned. Both had reached climax.

—————

After kissing and sucking her youngest daughter’s clit for a minute or two, Hafsa straightened up once again. She smiled at the spectators, and then glanced down between her legs. Azra’s tongue was busily working there, licking her mother’s pussy. Hafsa put her hands on her own breasts, massaging them, pinching the nipples, sighing in pleasure. Then she nodded at Rana, who was standing to the side, watching.

The slim teenager stepped up to the bench. She carefully placed her hands, taking a firm grip on the bench at a level even with her sister’s waist, one hand on either side. Then, in a stunningly skillful gymnastic move, she leapt from the floor into a handstand, her toes pointed at the ceiling, her slim strong body facing toward the audience. For several seconds she held that pose before slowly beginning to part her legs, holding them straight but extending them into a V, and then stretching them even farther out until they were parallel to the floor.

There was scattered applause, although most were too amazed to do anything but gaze in awe at the sight. Holding this impressive pose for another few moments, Rana then gradually brought her legs back together until once again they were pointing straight up. And then she did something even more astonishing. After bending her elbows to flex her arms and lower her body a few inches, she suddenly launched herself upward while spinning 180 degrees, landing exactly reversed, hands on either side of Azra’s waist, but now facing the other way.

“Wow!” exclaimed several in the audience, along with “oh my god,” and many loud gasps of amazement. A few clapped. Most just stared, slack-jawed.

As they watched, Rana slowly opened her legs again, into a V. Then she bent them down, toward her mother. Hafsa put her hands on the teen’s thighs, guiding her, bringing her pussy to her mouth. Rana laid her legs over her mother’s shoulders, and now, supported by the woman, lowered her own face to her little sister’s pussy. They were prepared, ready for three-way cunnilingus in an acrobatic incestuous daisy-chain.

Continue on to Chapter 34

Falling for Fiona, Part One

  • Posted on September 25, 2015 at 3:12 pm

By cs.unwin

The downpour came suddenly, as they often do in spring in the southeast of England. One moment it was sunny, and the next the sky was full of dark menacing clouds. Fiona ran as fast as she could along the narrow country road which she had follow to get home from school every day. The rain began to pour down and in minutes soaked her school uniform. It was so wet she could feel her cotton underpants clammy and cold against the skin of her bottom. Fiona held her satchel above her head but it offered little protection against the heavy rain.

Ahead, around the next bend in the road and partly hidden by hedges, the 12-year-old saw an old bus shelter. Fiona quickened her pace and raced to the small hut, arriving there as the heavens burst, disgorging thick drops that bounced off the surface of the road and gave it a silver glassy sheen. The bus shelter was very old, small and decrepit. Now that the decade of the 60s was nearly half over, most old bus shelters had been upgraded to new structures of steel and glass. Not so in the depths of rural Kent, this shelter was a holdover from the 30s or 40s, and was of the most simple and practical of its kind. Three sides were peeling green paint, it had a tile roof, and inside was a built-in wooden bench on which three could sit.

Relieved, Fiona took a seat on the dry bench and caught her breath. She was out of the rain, but still uncomfortable. She felt the cold wet cotton of her underpants push in between her legs and into the cleft of her crotch. Fiona was soaked to the skin and miserable. She blamed her mother for her discomfort. Why couldn’t she have picked me up? she thought. Why is her job so damned important that she can’t drive me home from school like other girls?

After a few minutes watching the rain splash against the pavement, Fiona noticed a small blue car carefully making its way along. The car’s primitive wipers seemed unable to cope with the deluge of water pouring onto the windscreen. The driver could barely see through the rain and was carefully edging the car along the country lane. It slowly passed in front of the bus shelter and stopped about ten feet beyond it.

The door opened and a dark-haired woman peered out at her through the downpour. Fiona recognized the driver as Miss Soames, her next door neighbour. She called out to Fiona in a distinctive London accent:

“Hallo! Would you like a lift?”

Fiona didn’t have to think twice. Grabbing her school satchel, she raced around to the passenger side of the car, opened the door and leapt in.

Inside, the car was still cold and damp, but at least dry. The small interior smelled of cigarettes and female scent. The driver put the shift in gear and they set off at a snail’s pace down the winding country road.

“Poor dear, you are simply soaked to the skin. Your name is Fiona, isn’t it?”

“Yes Miss Soames,” Fiona answered. “Beastly rain, I have gotten frightfully wet.

“Don’t Miss Soames me, Fiona. Call me Edith. I recognize your uniform, it’s Grammar school isn’t it? Which form are you in?”

“First Form,” Fiona replied. “I’m 12 years old. Nearly 13.” She had only recently turned 12, but like most girls her age, was used to rounding up.

Fiona tried to look at Edith without appearing to stare. She had only met the woman once, when Edith had come over to her house to introduce herself. It had been dark, and Fiona’s mother had for some reason not wanted to invite their new neighbour inside. When Fiona asked her why, her mother had muttered something about ‘Bent London women’ and had offered no further explanation. Her mother was like that, Fiona thought. Always busy and bossy and treating her like a child. She had been like that since her husband, Fiona’s father, had left her two years previously.

The girl could not understand her mother’s antipathy. Edith seemed nice, stylish, and refreshingly modern. Fiona did not know Edith’s age. She was younger than her mother, who was 33, and therefore guessed her to be in her mid or late twenties. Edith’s clothes were rather chic, unlike her mother’s and that of most women she knew, who dressed horridly. That afternoon she had on fashionable pleated trousers, a tight fitting jumper, and the type of bra which had recently become popular that lifted her full breasts and brought them to a point. Edith’s dark hair was cut short, nearly as short as a man’s, and she wore red lipstick which accented her full, sensuous lips. Fiona, who knew very little about fashion, guessed that was how women dressed in London in the ‘Swinging 60s’, in sharp contrast to the rather old-fashioned styles popular in the part of Kent where she lived.

Edith glanced at Fiona while she tried to peer out of the windscreen and watch the road. The car’s windscreen wipers swished anaemically and the windows kept fogging. She saw a very pretty girl with long brown hair and beautiful pale skin, on the cusp of adolescence. Fiona was that perfect age when girls are at their prettiest before their bodies begin the tortuous and difficult journey into womanhood. Edith noted the absence of any obvious bumps on her chest, the sylph-like curve of her legs, and the delicious shape of her bottom where the wet school uniform skirt clung to her thighs.

“Fiona, you are completely soaked! I simply cannot let you go home like that. I’m going to take you to my house and get you dried out and then we can have tea together. I have some treacle tart which I know you are going to adore. I won’t take no for an answer!”

“Yes Miss… I mean Edith. That would be nice. I love treacle tarts,” Fiona answered.

The small car followed a muddy narrow lane for 100 yards to a small cottage surrounded by hedges. A large apple tree, pink flowers in bloom, grew in front of the cottage and partly obscured the entrance. A large rose bush blossomed beside the door. The cottage was built 50 years earlier and had been well maintained; it had mostly been used as a weekend getaway for people who wanted to escape the city on weekends.

Edith decided to rent the cosy property after a painful breakup with her most recent lover, a much older woman who was the editor of a women’s fashion magazine where Edith had worked. She was now on her own, freelancing, and happy to be away from London’s hectic and sometimes vicious social life. In the several months she had occupied the cottage, Edith had come to terms with her solitary existence, but she still sometimes missed the lack of companionship and the feel of a woman’s body in her bed. She had no real hope of being able to fit into the narrow-minded and tightly knit English country society around her. Here, deep in the county of Kent, single women were looked on with suspicion, especially those who were well-educated, stylish, attractive, and from the city.

By the time they had arrived at the cottage, the deluge had subsided into a dull drizzle. Edith opened the front door which was seldom locked and invited Fiona inside. She took off her muddy shoes in the small entrance and while doing so put her hand on Fiona’s thin shoulder, briefly, for support.

“Look at these shoes, they are practically ruined,” she said as she removed her black pumps with their low ‘kitten heels’.

Fiona took off her own brown shoes which were Clarks like most girls her age wore, with plain rounded toes and a small buckle on the side. As she followed Edith into the house, her grey knee socks, which had fallen around her ankles, made wet tread marks on the granite flagstone floor. Edith went directly to the kitchen where she filled a pewter kettle and used matches to light the burner on top of a small two element gas cooker. Fiona stood shivering in the living room, feeling awkward and unsure of herself.

Now that the kettle was sorted, Edith paused and noticed her young guest’s predicament.

“I am so sorry, Fiona,” she said, approaching the girl and putting an arm around her shoulder. “What a terrible host you must think I am. We have got to get you out of those wet clothes or you will catch your death of cold. Let me find you something dry to wear.”

Edith disappeared into her bedroom, emerging a minute later with a large fluffy towel and a maroon coloured dressing gown. “Fiona, take your clothes off and I will light a fire so we can dry them while we have tea together.” She handed Fiona her robe and the towel and knelt down to build a fire in the hearth.

Fiona, whose clothes were sopping wet, began to disrobe. She unfastened the buttons at the back of her dark blue, sleeveless, knee-length school uniform smock. Loosened, the wet garment fell off her shoulders and to the floor in a damp heap. Edith glanced up from her kneeling position by the fireplace and drew in her breath when she looked at the young girl’s thin legs and cotton knickers.

Rain, soaking through Fiona’s outer clothes, had made her underwear wet and semi-transparent. The fabric was pressed tightly against her sex, outlining her girl-like cleft. Edith could see right through her underpants and what she saw there looked delicious, pink and inviting.

As Fiona quickly removed the rest of her wet clothing, unselfconsciously and with purpose, Edith felt a shiver of need pass through her. It had been far too long since she had felt the touch of another woman, or a girl.

She worked at the fire, coaxing a steady flame from the twigs and adding smaller pieces of wood to build up a blaze. But she managed to sneak several more glances at Fiona, who stood naked now, carefully drying her pale slender body with the towel. The young girl did this slowly and deliberately, as if determined to remove the water from her skin drop by drop. Her light brown hair hid her face as she looked down in concentration. Fiona’s chest was so thin Edith could see her ribs. She had dark brown slightly puffy nipples the size of ha’penny coins. Edith guessed her nipples were stiff from the cold, and were the only feature which disturbed the pale flatness of her chest.

Fiona turned away modestly as she lifted one foot and then another to dry herself. Edith, on her knees, caught a glimpse from behind of her small shapely bottom and the outline of her smooth hairless crease. Edith barely kept herself from reaching out to touch her as she remembered the first time she herself had been touched by another girl, when she was still a young teenager.

It happened during a dance at Saint Hilda’s, a prep school for girls where Edith had been a boarder. Since there were no boys available, it had been a ‘girls only’ dance; she and her schoolmates had been jiving and be-bopping to 45rpm records in the gym specially decorated for the dance. Someone had put on a slow number and Edith ended up in the arms of Lesley, a stout girl two classes ahead of her. As Lesley held her close and the two swayed to the music, Edith had been electrified by her partner’s warm body and its soft curves pressing against her. When the song ended, Lesley took her by the hand and led her outside into the garden and the two kissed each other her behind the hedgerows. Edith had melted in her arms.

Edith would forever remember her first time, the warmth of Lesley’s body against the cold of autumn, the thrill of abundant soft breasts pressing against her own. She also remembered Lesley’s hand reaching under her dress, sliding past the waistband of her knickers and touching her in that private place only her own fingers had ever explored. Her young body had shuddered to its first real orgasm that evening. She became Lesley’s girlfriend that night and lost her hymen to her a short time later.

Lesley had been an avid amateur photographer and captain of the school camera club. On Saturdays, after sports, the Biology Lab became a darkroom for the club; members were permitted to lock the Lab’s doors while developing film. One day, Lesley invited Edith inside and shut the lock after her. The two girls fell into each other’s arms, hastily removing clothing. Edith latched on to Lesley’s large and well developed breasts. As she feasted on the older girl’s nipples, Edith felt Lesley’s chubby fingers parting her legs and beginning to rub her moist cleft. At age 14, Edith was thin, her labia still smooth and almost as hairless as a young girl’s. Only a wispy patch of dark hair crested her vulva, giving a hint of the woman she would become.

Lesley lifted her slender young lover onto the Bakelite top of a biology lab station and began pushing her fingers inside her. Edith lay back and opened her legs, inviting the older girl to invade her body. She was eager to give herself to the pleasure coursing through her loins and to her lover. Lesley’s fingers pushed deeper, opening her tight vagina until Edith experienced a sharp pain followed by a feeling of being stretched in a way she never had been. Her pain melted away as two thick fingers pushed their way inside her, sliding back and forth as Lesley masturbated her wet vagina.

While Edith lay panting in the aftermath of her climax, Lesley climbed onto the counter and straddled her head. At first unsure of her intention, Edith quickly realized that Lesley wanted her to lick the hairy folds that were being lowered onto her face. Without needing further encouragement, Edith opened her mouth and used her tongue to part the thick fleshy lips offered her. She knew her own taste from furtive under the cover experiments alone in her bed, but the flavour of Lesley’s wet furrow was new and different to her. Her tongue and taste buds delighted in the slick silky surface of the secret place that was hers to savour. She tasted the pungent flavour of her lover for the first time, an experience she later repeated as often as the two could find a moment and place to be alone together.

“Where would you like me to hang up this towel, Edith? It’s rather wet.”

Edith glanced up at Fiona, then got to her feet, slightly flustered. She’d been reminiscing about her first love and this had made her quite randy. Without answering, she took the towel and stood looking at the 12-year-old, now clad in a maroon dressing gown several sizes too large.

The room seemed to have become darker and the shadows favoured the young girl’s fragile and delicate beauty. Without her school uniform and in the partial darkness, she appeared to have lost some of her school girl innocence. To Edith she had taken on a wraith or fairy like quality. Fiona’s thin face peered out from behind a curtain of long light brown hair, and the pale skin beneath her neck seemed to shine with a luminescent glow. This vision of Fiona caused Edith to take in her breath sharply.

The magic moment was interrupted by the tea kettle whistling. Edith came out of her spell and began to fuss with the tea service. She went into the tiny kitchen, poured hot water into the tea pot and carefully arranged treacle tarts on a plate. She placed the teapot, cups, milk, sugar, and the tarts on a tray and brought them into the living room. She set down the tray on an old steamer trunk which doubled as a coffee table for a stylish but well worn sofa.

“Please make yourself comfortable, Fiona, while I hang your clothes to dry,” Edith said.

Edith fussed with the the fire and then strung up a clothes line on which she draped Fiona’s things along with the towel.

“Give me half a moment, dear, I’m dying to get out of these clothes,” she said to Fiona, who was now comfortably ensconced on the sofa.

Edith had worked herself into a state of agitation. Having a mostly undressed young girl in her house had brought back memories of her own sexual awakening and had aroused her. She realized how long she had been celibate, and how much she was attracted to her guest. She forced herself to walk slowly into her bedroom, but once there nearly tore off all her clothes and threw them on the bed. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and paused for a moment as she wondered what to wear.

Edith studied her reflection and saw a pretty dark haired woman with wide hips and a flat stomach under which nested a dark thatch of curly pubic hair. She admired her full breasts crowned by brown nipples and large matching aureoles; they were her best features. Edith worried if Fiona found her attractive. Of course you are lusting after Fiona, why else would you care how you look to her? she thought to herself.

In a feminine gesture, she plumped her breasts and gave her nipples a twist to make them stand erect. Edith then dabbed a smidgen of Arpège perfume on her neck; she loved its rich floral aromatic scent. She chose a man’s plaid, buttoned, long sleeve shirt to wear, its hem half-way to her knees and the top buttons open. Edith left her knickers lying on the bed where she had thrown them and went back out to Fiona.

Continue on to Part Two

Serendipity, Chapter 32

  • Posted on September 24, 2015 at 3:26 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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The private dining room at The Harem brightened suddenly, the music becoming louder, faster, gayer. A dozen new dancers emerged, each in a different colorful gauzy costume. They were of various ages, from young teenagers to a woman of perhaps 40, but all were beautiful, with dark hair, dark eyes, and alluring bodies. As the dancers swirled around the audience members, the two previous performers slipped away, exiting the stage and vanishing through a door.

The girls and women, Angela and her guests, were encouraged to join in on the dancing and tried their best, though none of them could move like the talented entertainers. But they all had fun, shaking and shimmying until the music swelled to a peak and then ended. Everyone clapped, laughing and hugging.

As the performers departed, the serving girls returned, bringing cool drinks and platters of fresh fruit. Angela and the others took their seats, fanning themselves with their hands, still giggling, exhilarated from the dancing. They spent about fifteen minutes chatting, comparing reactions to what they’d seen, refreshing themselves with the fruit and drinks.

When the lights gradually began to dim again and soft music was heard, everyone quieted, waiting to see what would happen next. Several of the servers came out to help rearrange the chairs for the audience into a semicircle while two others brought a long padded bench and placed it in the middle of the tight half-circle. By the time it was all arranged and everyone was seated once more, the room was nearly dark. There was almost total silence, except for gentle music over the sound system.

Soon three dancers emerged, moving slowly, writhing seductively. They were completely nude. The first was an adult, perhaps in her mid to late 30s, but in great shape, with elegant long legs, a trim waist, and full breasts. Her dark pubic hair was closely trimmed. The second was a young teenager, only 13 or so, her breasts still developing and her pubic hair not trimmed, because she still didn’t have much. In face and form, she bore a strong resemblance to the older dancer.

But it was the third performer who took their breath away. She was a child, maybe 9 or 10, with tiny breast buds and no pubic hair at all. Her little pussy was completely smooth and bare. Like the other two, she had dark hair and dark eyes, and she also looked very much like them. Were they actually related, many in the audience began to ask themselves, could this be a mother and her daughters?

The three moved in time with the slow tempo of the music, not really dancing, but gliding gracefully, sensuously. After one long, unhurried pass along the crescent of chairs, openly displaying themselves to the rapt attention of the women and girls, the performers stood in front of the bench, but did not take a seat. Instead they faced each other, the woman turning first to the older girl, the teenager. She tenderly kissed the girl, holding her face in her hands, and then did the same with the child.

She repeated the kisses, turning first to one and then the other, and as the woman brought her lips to the girls’ lips again and again, their kisses became increasingly passionate, longer and wetter and deeper. By the time they were finished, all three were breathing heavily, obviously quite aroused, as was the audience.

Now, as they watched, the woman kissed the older girl one more time, a soft kiss with no tongue, and then gently pushed the teenager’s head down, guiding it to her breast. The girl took an erect nipple into her mouth, and began sucking.

Sitting very near the three, so close she easily could have touched them, Bridget studied the woman and the two girls. It was undeniable. They looked so much alike that they had to be related, almost certainly a mother and her daughters, a trio of beautiful sexy erotic entertainers in one family, performing together!

As the young teenager licked and sucked the woman’s breast, the other girl, the child, stepped close. She shared a tender kiss with the woman, and then she too was guided to a breast, the other breast, and began sucking on the hard nipple. Closing her eyes, the woman moaned. A hand slid down between her legs. She caressed her pussy.

Fuck, Bridget thought, I can’t stand this, I have to rub myself again. But Debby was on her lap, so she really couldn’t.

Then she heard a voice. “Would you like me to take her?” It was Angela, sitting next to them. But how did she know what I was thinking, Bridget wondered, how could she possibly have known??

Right now it didn’t matter. Bridget smiled, “Yes, thank you,” and shifted Debby from her lap to Angela’s. Opening her slacks, she pushed a hand inside her panties. Her pussy was soaking wet, so wet that it must have leaked not only through her underwear but through her slacks too. Again, though, it didn’t matter. All she wanted was to touch herself. She slid a finger into her cunt, groaning in pleasure.

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“Where do I sleep tonight, Mommy?” asked Jordan as they headed up the stairs to the bedrooms in the condo.

“She’s with me,” Stephanie said, “in, uh, in the big room, the master bedroom.”

“Okay,” the little girl smiled, laying her head on her mother’s shoulder. Stacie was carrying her.

Stephanie wondered if perhaps she had answered too quickly, appearing overly eager. She had to admit, however, if she was honest with herself, that she really was excited about spending the night alone with the 7-year-old, especially after what she’d witnessed outside before dinner.

She had discovered her daughters, Holly and Hailey, amorously kissing each other on the beach, with Jordan standing beside them, watching closely. Stephanie wondered how much the child knew about kissing, and then wondered if perhaps she should give her a demonstration, the way she’d done in bed the night before with Hailey. That was such a forbidden thought, something only a lesbian pedophile would consider doing, but it made Stephanie even more excited.

But then she wondered, before doing something like that, before giving kissing lessons to a little girl, shouldn’t I get permission first from Jordan’s mother? How would I phrase that, though, what could I possibly say that wouldn’t make me sound like a pervert, or worse, a child molester? No, Stephanie told herself, it’s better not to do anything at all. I’m just getting carried away. It’s silly to think that a girl as young as Jordan would have any interest in sexual matters. That’s ridiculous. We’ll just cuddle for a bit, perhaps, and then go to sleep.

Stacie missed her little girl. She missed sleeping with her every night, the way they did at home. She missed having sex with Jordan several times a day, which was their usual pattern. Since they’d started on their vacation, she’d only been with her a couple of times, and while that was enjoyable, it certainly wasn’t enough.

Oh well, at least tonight she’d share a bed with her mother, and she was almost certain they would have some naughty fun together, even if Veronica and Hailey were in the same room. Stacie gave Jordan a big hug and a long, warm kiss on the lips, then set her down in the master bedroom. She gave Stephanie a hug and a kiss as well, then said goodnight and went back to the third bedroom.

As Stacie came in the door, she heard her mom finishing a sentence to Veronica, saying, “…naked again tonight, right?”

“Well, um,” Veronica began. Then she turned to the little girl, Hailey.

“Is that okay with you, honey? Last night, we, uh, we all, just for fun, we slept naked. Is it all right with you if we do that again?”

“Naked? Okay, I guess,” Hailey shrugged. She was mostly interested in kissing, if her Mom was willing to do that, and it wouldn’t really matter if they were naked or not. At only 8 years old, she didn’t always equate nudity with sexuality.

“Good,” Carol smiled as she unhooked her bra. She’d already removed her shorts and her top. Now all she wore was her panties, which she quickly tugged down over her hips and stepped out of.

“I love being naked, don’t you?” Carol winked at Hailey.

The child stared at the older woman. She’d seen her mother naked plenty of times — both of her moms, in fact. Nudity was not a big deal around their house. But this was the first time she’d seen her aunt completely unclothed. When they’d been outside sunbathing topless the afternoon before, she hadn’t paid her that much attention. It had seemed different somehow.

Now, though, the way her aunt was looking at her and the way she was standing there, kind of holding her legs apart and pushing out her middle, it gave Hailey a funny feeling inside. Not a bad feeling, though, she liked it. It was almost how she felt the night before when she was kissing her Mommy, so happy and special and excited all at once.

She looked up at Carol’s breasts. They were big, maybe not as big as her Mommy’s, but nice. And her nipples were really long, sticking way out, almost like they were calling her. In a strange way it made her hungry, as if she wanted something in her mouth. Hailey licked her lips and swallowed.

“So, little one,” Veronica said softly, “are you gonna get ready for bed, or just stand there?”

Hailey blushed, tearing her eyes away from her aunt and turning to her Mom, who also now was naked, as was Stacie.

“Okay, sorry,” the child mumbled, and began stripping out of her clothes.

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Looking up and down the row of spectators, Angela could see that Bridget was not the only one masturbating.

Sheila, not surprisingly, had her legs spread, her dress hiked up, and a hand in her panties, working busily. Tina was not playing with herself, at least not visibly, but Eve was. Although she hadn’t removed any clothing, her legs were apart and she was openly rubbing herself through her tight jeans.

Gwen and Erin, the teenagers, were not obviously masturbating but both were squirming in their chairs, and Angela suspected they were squeezing their thighs together, stimulating their clits. The younger ones, Fiona, Paige, Amanda, and her own daughter, Bambi, all were on the edge of their seats, leaning in close to see what was happening. Their eyes were wide and they appeared to be enjoying the show immensely.

Debby, on Angela’s lap, seemed to have her attention divided. She was looking at the naked girls who were sucking the woman’s breasts, but she also was looking to the side, at her mother, watching Bridget masturbate.

Angela whispered in Debby’s ear, “Are you having a good time, honey?”

“Yeah, uh-huh, it’s fun,” the 9-year-old nodded eagerly.

“Good, I’m glad.”

Angela placed her hands on the child’s legs, gently spreading her thighs apart. She drew her fingers upward, pulling up the little dress Debby was wearing, exposing her yellow undies.

Before going any further, Angela looked at Bridget. She caught her eye. “Is this okay?” Angela asked in a quiet voice.

“Sure, yeah, if, um, if she wants it,” Bridget replied, licking her lips. Her face was flushed and shiny with sweat. She was breathing hard. It looked as if she was already getting close to an orgasm.

“Debby, sweetheart, I want to touch you now,” Angela whispered, “I want to touch you between your legs, but only if you want me to, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure? You don’t mind if I touch you there?”

“No, I don’t mind. I want you to.” And as if to emphasize the point, the little girl spread her legs even wider apart.

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Kelly didn’t know if she should, but she couldn’t resist.

“Hey, you know what?” she said to Holly as she shut the door. It was just the two of them now, alone in the condo’s second bedroom.

“What?”

“Um, last night, and, like, the other night too, at the motel, we all decided we’d sleep naked, just for fun. Do you wanna do that?”

“Yeah, okay, I guess,” Holly grinned, “and can we do something else too?”

“What?”

“Well, um, last night Mommy showed Hailey how to kiss. You know, how to kiss like she kisses Mom and stuff. Do you know how to do that? Could you show me?”

Kelly was astounded. Mommy showed Hailey how to kiss? Really?? Then she remembered the way little Jordan had kissed her during their night in bed at the motel room. She shook her head in amazement. What an awesome vacation this was turning out to be!

“You don’t want to?” Holly frowned, seeing her sister shake her head.

“No, um, I mean, yeah, I do. I want to. Sorry, I was thinking of something else. Let’s brush our teeth, and then get in bed, okay?”

“Okay!”

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Angela’s hand moved between Debby’s legs. Over the top of her little cotton panties, she stroked the girl’s mound, feeling her smooth puffy labia beneath the thin fabric. With her other hand she rubbed her narrow chest, finding her nipples, fondling them through her dress. She leaned down and kissed the child’s neck, then licked her earlobe. Debby squirmed and giggled.

In front of them, the older performer gracefully eased herself down onto the padded bench. The girls sat too, one on either side of her. They each lifted one of the woman’s legs over theirs, spreading her thighs wide apart. They then resumed sucking her nipples, but now their hands also went down between her legs — their mother’s legs? — to touch and caress her sex. The woman closed her eyes and leaned her head back, audibly moaning.

Gwen was stunned. Even though she’d made love with her mom and her sister the night before — and again that very morning, in fact — and even though she had seen Sheila masturbate to orgasm on the beach, that still hadn’t prepared her for something like this!

Three nude dancers who looked like they might be a mom and her two young daughters were actually having sex with each other right in front of them, while people in the audience, including her own mother, masturbated openly with everyone watching, even little girls like 9-year-old Debby. And — oh my god, look at that, Angela was touching Debby’s pussy!!

It was all so unbelievable. Was this going to turn into some kind of lesbian orgy with underage girls?? That nasty idea made Gwen very excited. She couldn’t resist any longer. She opened her legs and put a hand under her denim miniskirt, rubbing herself through her panties.

And then, as the audience stared, the teenager and the younger girl each slowly inserted a finger into the woman’s vagina. They began fucking her, both at the same time.

“Oh! God!! YES!!!” Sheila was climaxing. Everyone except the performers turned to see.

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Stephanie and Jordan brushed their teeth in the master bathroom and began to prepare for bed. But after she’d pulled off her panties, leaving herself naked, Jordan said, “I don’t have to put on jammies, do I?”

“You — what do you mean?”

“Me and Mommy and Nanna, and, um, Kelly too, we don’t wear jammies when we go to bed. We’re just naked.”

“You are?”

“Uh-huh, it’s nice,” the child nodded. “Can you do that too, with me?”

“Well… I don’t know, that seems like… but, uh, you said you… that you and your Mommy, and Nanna…” For some reason Stephanie couldn’t finish a sentence.

“We always sleep that way. We like it.”

The blonde took a deep breath. “Okay, well, I guess. If you always do, then I suppose we will too.”

“Yay!” Jordan clapped. “I wanna sleep naked with you. I like being naked.”

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Debby sat up in Angela’s lap and turned toward her Aunt Sheila, who was crying out in climax. Everyone else was looking at Sheila as well — everyone, that is, except the three erotic performers, who simply carried on with what they were doing. To them, perhaps, a sexual response from the audience was expected and even orgasms were unsurprising.

Sheila’s panties were at her ankles now. Her legs were spread open, her dress hiked up around her waist. She continued vigorously fucking herself, even as she came. Her face was red, her eyes shut tight, and she was groaning loudly.

Then it was Bridget’s turn. “Oh… my… god!” She fell forward at the waist, her legs clamping together around her hand which was shoved down inside her slacks, her body shuddering again and again in orgasmic passion.

Angela squeezed her thighs together, clenching her muscles and stimulating her clit. With Debby on her lap, she couldn’t really masturbate, but that was fine. She was having a very good time fondling the 9-year-old. Eve was still rubbing herself through her jeans, Angela saw, and Gwen now had a hand inside her panties. Tina too had given in to the excitement and was massaging her pussy through the outside of her panties, her skirt pulled up around her waist.

Meanwhile, in front of the small audience, the two young girls seated on the bench were moving their fingers faster inside the naked woman, fucking her while still licking and sucking her breasts. The woman was breathing hard, her body glistening with sweat. It looked like she was almost ready to come.

As she leaned back against Angela, returning her attention to the entertainers, Debby asked in a quiet voice, “This is sex, right? What they’re doing, and, um, my mom and my Aunt Sheila, what they just did. Is that sex too?”

Angela hugged the child, kissing her neck and murmuring, “Yes, darling, that’s what it is. This is all sex… beautiful, warm, exciting feminine sex… do you like it?”

“Yeah, but, um, I wish I could have, you know, that thing, an organ-ism.”

“An organ… oh, do you mean an orgasm?”

“Yeah.”

“You haven’t had one yet?”

“Uh-uh. My mom says maybe I’m not old enough or something.”

Angela nuzzled Debby’s neck, pulled up her cute dress again, and put her hand back between the little girl’s legs, pressing her fingers in more deeply this time, feeling moist warmth in the center of her cotton undies.

“Well, I suppose it’s possible that you’re not old enough,” she whispered in Debby’s ear, “but it might be that it will happen soon. We’ll see.”

And as Angela stroked and caressed the child’s sex through her thin panties, they heard the woman in front of them suddenly gasp, and then say something in a foreign language. The music stopped.

All eyes were now on the action in the middle of the semicircle. The woman gasped again, her body straining. She was right on the edge — the girls fucked her faster, harder, the only sound in the room the wet slapping of their fingers in her cunt — and then she climaxed.

Continue on to Chapter 33

Serendipity, Chapter 31

  • Posted on September 22, 2015 at 12:46 pm

By Naughty Mommy

To keep everyone straight, use this link for Characters & Relationships, or check our Guide for Serious Readers.

As Stacie was setting the table for dinner in the condo, she saw her mother, Carol, coming down the stairs. She was sucking her fingers and her face was flushed. Stacie had a pretty good idea what that meant — her mom had just finished masturbating. Apparently she’d decided not to wash her hands afterward but just lick them clean. Stacie caught her mother’s eye and smiled. Carol returned the smile with a wink.

Stephanie came out of the kitchen, drying her hands on her jeans. She’d washed some of the things she’d used in preparing their meal, so they’d have less to clean up later.

“Stacie, honey, I’m going to call the girls in for dinner,” Stephanie said. “Can you keep an eye on the spaghetti, make sure the water doesn’t boil over?”

“Sure, of course.”

Stepping outside the front door, Stephanie spotted the kids down by the water. But what she saw them doing shocked her. Holly and Hailey, her 8-year-old twins, were kissing each other! And it wasn’t just an innocent playful kiss either — they were pressing their young bodies together, groping, almost humping each other as they kissed.

Stephanie didn’t know what to do. Should she call out to the girls and probably embarrass them? Or should she go back inside, wait a few minutes longer, and then check on them again? Unable to decide, she stood watching. The kiss went on. From a distance, she couldn’t tell if they were using their tongues, but it seemed almost certain. She remembered the way she had kissed Hailey in bed the night before, and felt a tingle in her crotch.

As she watched her daughters kissing, still unable to make up her mind whether to go back in or call them for dinner, the decision was made for her. Jordan turned and looked toward the condo, seeing Stephanie. She evidently said something to the twins, because they broke their kiss, stepped apart, and looked up at their mom.

“Hey girls!” Stephanie called, her voice quavering a bit. “Time to eat!”

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There was no sign outside the door of the dinner club. It was a clean, windowless exterior in a block of small office buildings and residential duplexes. Unless you knew in advance what it was, you would have no idea what went on inside.

Angela pressed a button, gave her name when the intercom was answered, and the door buzzed open. She and her group entered. The foyer was paneled in black enamel and dimly lit, quite a contrast from outside where it was still sunny and bright at just past 7:00. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust.

Once they were all inside and the door was closed, a beautiful olive-skinned young woman came to greet them, introducing herself as Nazli. She was in her early 20s with dark hair and dark eyes, heavily made up. She wore a sheer blue veil sprinkled with beads that covered her nose and mouth but not her eyes. The sheer fabric of the veil was repeated in her top, which was really nothing more than a brassiere, almost fully transparent, revealing large round breasts with dark nipples. Below her narrow waist she wore sheer bloomer pants and jeweled sandals with low heels. They could also see a tiny g-string that just barely concealed her vulva.

The woman guided them into another room, like a parlor. It contained several padded armchairs and two long settees. The walls were papered in a dark pattern, exotic and sensuous. Red-shaded lamps gave a sultry glow. Nazli asked them to be seated. She explained to them that the dinner club, which was called The Harem, was private and exclusive, open only to people who knew the right people. Nazli requested that they not tell of their experience to anyone, at least not in terms that would reveal the location of the club. Only Angela, as a member, had the privilege to invite others to attend with her.

When that was done, Nazli led them to yet another room, the place where they would dine. It was brighter, done in pinks and yellows. Two tables with six chairs each were covered in white linen and set with gleaming silver utensils. Again she bade them to be seated.

They arranged themselves with Eve and her daughters at one of the tables along with Sheila and her two girls. Erin made sure to sit next to Gwen, and Paige sat beside Fiona. At the other table were Bridget, Tina, and Angela, each with their own daughters. Bambi and Amanda sat beside each other, of course.

Two other beautiful dark-haired girls came out, one of them bringing two pots of hot tea and the other bearing trays of olives, crackers, and yogurt dip. The girls also wore harem attire, every bit as revealing as Nazli’s, although they were younger than her, just teenagers, and their breasts were smaller.

As the tea was poured, Angela explained that for religious reasons the club did not serve alcoholic beverages. But she assured them that later, when they returned to the suite at the hotel, they could have plenty to drink if they wanted it. That got a few chuckles.

The dinner was quite an adventure, with several courses of interesting foods, exotically spiced but deliciously prepared. Even Amanda, who sometimes could be a fussy eater, seemed to like everything. And as much as they enjoyed their meal, they also enjoyed the service. No fewer than six different young girls catered to them, all with dark hair and smoky eyes, their lovely faces partially veiled but their nubile bodies temptingly displayed.

After the last course was finished and the dishes were removed, the lights were dimmed in the room. Angela smiled at the group. “Now we get the entertainment.”

She turned her chair to face toward an area near the tables with a raised platform, like a stage, framed by large potted palms. Spotlights came on, illuminating that portion of the room, even as the lights dimmed further where they were seated. The others also turned their chairs to face the stage. Music began, a strange, sinuous sound, somewhat odd to Western ears, but pleasing and romantic, even erotic.

“What do you think it’s gonna be?” Erin asked Gwen.

“I don’t know.”

That question was answered a moment later.

A woman came slinking out, moving like water in time with the music, limbs undulating, torso swaying. She was covered in veils, layer upon layer, all sheer and all different colors. It was impossible to tell what she wore beneath the diaphanous material, if anything at all. Her age was also indeterminate, although she appeared somewhat older than Nazli, perhaps in her 30s. But her body was full and voluptuous, that much they could tell, with large breasts and wide hips.

She danced beautifully, gliding and shimmying onto the stage, turning slowly in circles, then moved down to the tables, flowing around them, her darkly outlined eyes inviting contact. As she passed by Angela, the woman leaned down, bringing their faces close. She lifted the veil over her mouth and they kissed. It was a long, sensual kiss, though there was no touching except their lips. As they parted and the woman danced away, Angela leered at the group, rolling her eyes as if mesmerized. The others could see red lipstick smeared around her mouth. There were a few nervous laughs.

Then the dance took on a different tone. The music became faster, more urgent. The woman twirled and shook her body. Veils began flying off, floating in the air, some settling onto the diners, others to the floor. One after one they flew away from her until nothing was left. Nothing at all.

She was nude. The dancer’s full, ripe body glowed, burnished skin covered in a sheen of sweat. She stood on the stage, facing them, panting, one foot slightly in front of the other, hands at her sides, arms gracefully poised. The woman had no hair anywhere but her head. Her vulva was perfectly smooth, as were her legs and arms.

“Wow,” sighed Paige. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” agreed Fiona, seated next to her.

Two of the young serving girls came out, carrying an armless padded chair. They set it down behind the dancer, who gently descended onto it. Accompanied by a subdued drumbeat over the sound system, she proceeded to do a series of acrobatic moves, swinging her muscular body around in the chair, sometimes pointing both legs far to one side or straight up in the air, often spreading them wide apart, bringing audible gasps from her audience.

This display went on for several minutes, her poses becoming more and more extreme, ever more unlikely. She was an expert contortionist, twisting and bending her back and her limbs in ways that brought more gasps. As the drumbeats grew faster and louder and then came to a climax, suddenly ending, the woman finished with her heels behind her head, her fingers pulling apart her labia, her dark wet vagina gaping open.

They sat stunned. There was silence in the room, only the sound of the dancer’s heavy breathing could be heard. Finally Angela began to clap and the others quickly joined her. To loud applause, the dancer uncoiled herself, stood and bowed, smiling, then glided away.

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After finishing their spaghetti dinner and then cleaning up the dishes, they all decided to take a sunset walk along the beach. Four women and four girls strolled out of the condo and down to the edge of the surf.

Stephanie held Veronica’s arm. Carol and Stacie walked hand in hand. Kelly stayed with the moms for a little while, watching Jordan and Hailey and Holly scamper ahead of them. But then she couldn’t resist any longer and ran off to join the kids.

They walked for a half hour or so, the girls finding a few pretty shells, teasing some sand crabs with sticks, picking up long strands of kelp and swinging them around, just generally having a good time. The sun dipped low, and then finally disappeared into the ocean. A chill in the air told them it was time to go in.

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Gwen was dumbfounded. Although she clapped along with the others as the dancer left the stage, she could only mumble “yeah” in agreement when Erin leaned over and said, “That was awesome, wasn’t it?”

What shocked her so much was not the dance itself, but that it was performed in front of children — girls only 12, like Fiona, or 11, like Gwen’s sister Paige, or even just 9, like Debby. A naked woman held her vagina open right in front of a 9-year-old!

Gwen didn’t know whether to be horrified or aroused, or maybe both. No one else seemed to be especially bothered by what was happening, though. Most of them, even the younger girls, were smiling and laughing. Her mother, Eve, whom Gwen knew to usually be rather prim and proper, was grinning broadly, clearly delighted by the spectacle.

She didn’t have long to contemplate what it meant, however, because a moment later two more dancers emerged, accompanied by recorded music with a low booming beat and an erotic, hypnotic melody. The lights dimmed even further in the room.

These women were younger than the previous dancer, perhaps in their early 20s, and looked very much alike, as if they might be sisters. They were dressed identically, in sheer white brassieres and long sheer white skirts, trimmed with gold fringe. Their feet were bare. Veils partially concealed their pretty faces.

Taking the stage, they danced around each other, spinning gracefully, arching their lithe bodies, extending their arms, their shapely legs sometimes appearing through full-length slits in the skirts. The audience was enthralled with their beauty and their talent.

A few minutes after beginning, the two came together, hands stroking each other’s arms, shoulders, torsos. And then, suddenly, almost magically, their brassieres were removed in unison and dropped to the floor, leaving them topless. Seconds later, the skirts disappeared as well. Now they were clad only in tiny white g-strings, plus the veils on their faces.

The dancers then glided off the stage and down to the tables, approaching each of the moms and each of the daughters one by one, shimmying in front of them, shaking their breasts, undulating their hips. They touched the faces of the audience members, caressing their cheeks, slender fingers tracing their lips.

Most did not respond except to gaze in awe, but when it was Sheila’s turn, she eagerly took a finger of the young woman into her mouth, briefly sucking on it. The dancer giggled at this, and after removing her finger, she brought it to one of her breasts, rubbing the wet fingertip over the end of an erect nipple. Everyone sighed as they watched the erotic display.

When each of the women and girls had been visited and caressed, the dancers returned to the stage, where they proceeded, still in graceful motion, to slowly remove each other’s g-strings, and last, their veils. They were nude. The music softened and slowed. The spotlights changed color, to a deep blue. The room became hushed.

Angela stood. In a quiet voice, she said to the others, “Let’s move in closer.”

They followed her lead, getting up from their chairs and forming an arc around the small stage, standing only a foot or two away from the dancers. The beautiful young women smiled at them, then turned in a gentle pirouette, exhibiting their slim sexy bodies. Their skin was much paler than the previous dancer’s, almost white, and while these women did show some very dark pubic hair, it was closely trimmed, leaving their labia smooth.

With the pirouette completed, the dancers embraced, slender arms encircling their forms, hands fluidly caressing soft skin. Their mouths came together and they kissed, tenderly at first, just painted lips on painted lips. But then, as the audience watched, the women closed their eyes and kissed more deeply, lips parting, tongues entwining, naked bodies pressing together.

Standing with her daughter Debby in front of her, arms around the girl, Bridget wondered, could these two really be sisters? They looked so much alike, it seemed that they had to be. Although, she thought, perhaps women of their ethnicity — were they Turkish, Arabian, Egyptian? Bridget had no idea — but possibly they all shared similar characteristics and looked alike. In any case, sisters or not, what they were doing certainly was hot. It made her want to touch herself.

She glanced to the side at her own sister, Sheila, who, she discovered, was touching herself. The skirt of her sundress was up around her waist, held there by one hand while the other was shoved inside her panties, moving fast. Flanking Sheila were her daughters, Erin and Fiona. Bridget saw them looking from time to time at their mother, watching her masturbate.

None of the others, as far as Bridget could tell, were playing with themselves, not yet at least. But there was a heady aura of feminine sexuality among the group gathered at the stage. She thought she could even detect the scent of pussy. And then she realized why.

Not only were the two dancers — the sisters? — hugging and kissing, but they now each had a hand down between the other’s legs, rubbing pussies, fingers sliding inside and finding slippery wetness. As close as the audience was to them, it was easy for the moms and daughters to see that the young women really were reaching inside each other’s vaginas as they kissed. Their fingers gleamed with moisture, their mingled sexual aroma strong and compelling.

Bridget took her arms from Debby for a moment, just long enough to unbutton her slacks, unzip them, and slip a hand inside her own panties. Putting the other arm around her 9-year-old daughter again, hugging her and kissing the top of her head, Bridget masturbated as she watched the dancers fuck each other’s cunts.

And then it was almost time for the climax. The music stopped. The only sounds were gentle moans from the women on the stage and heavy breathing from the audience. But the fingers inside pussies were moving faster now, fucking more urgently. They’d finished kissing, the dancers staring into each other’s eyes, as if trying to sense how close to orgasm they both were, aiming to come simultaneously. A hush of anticipation descended on the group.

It took about 30 seconds longer, and by that time, every pussy in the room was wet, even Debby’s. No one else began to masturbate, not directly, but there were plenty of thighs squeezed together, muscles clenched, clits stimulated. Nipples were stiff and erect, mouths open, wanting, tongues licking lips. It was an audience in heat, hungry for sex.

The dancers seemed to hesitate for a moment, and there was utter stillness — until in a sudden burst of final frenzied fucking they exploded together into orgasm. Sheila came at the same time, loudly. Bridget did not reach climax, but that didn’t bother her at all. It was enough just to be there, stroking her clit, feeling her warm wetness, enjoying the atmosphere of steamy lesbian sex along with her little girl and the other moms and daughters.

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Returning from their sunset walk along the shore, Stephanie poured diet soft drinks for the kids and snifters of brandy for the adults, and then the women and girls settled in to watch a DVD. They cuddled together under blankets on the sofa, in the loveseat, and on the floor, feeling warm and happy and close.

The movie they chose was Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, always a big hit. They sang along and laughed and cheered and even cried some. At the end, they snuggled a few minutes longer, and then it was time for bed.

Continue on to Chapter 32

Neutral Depictions of Pedophilia

  • Posted on September 21, 2015 at 8:22 am

kraM asks…

Are there neutral depictions of pedophilia in mainstream media?

I’m wondering who has seen in the movies or on TV or in a book or magazine depictions of pedophiles that weren’t negative. Maybe not necessarily positive, but also not negative — just neutral.

I have two examples:

Game of Thrones. In its last season, there was a scene of a guy at a brothel. He’s choosing his woman and he kept asking for someone younger. Eventually it was understood that he wanted a pre-puberty girl. His colleagues with him didn’t seem to be bothered by this; it seemed like it was a common request of his. This guy does get killed later, but not because of his choice in girls. (GoT also features neutral depictions of incest.)

Boardwalk Empire is another, even better example. One of the main characters is the son of a woman who gave birth to him when she was 13. The father was a much older man. The last season presents flashbacks to this time. The soon-to-be father is the mayor of the town. He is seen unambiguously enjoying the company of young girls (we also see a colleague who is well aware of his activities and doesn’t interfere). The man is shown to select a young 12-year-old girl during some contest among other girls her age. The show never makes what he does a negative thing, nor into something he suffered for later in life, though it does show the girl as a grown woman pretty much losing her mind. But this isn’t necessarily correlated to her early sexual experiences. (Oh, and this show also depicts incest in a neutral way — what’s the deal with HBO?)

So, are there any other examples you can think of?

A Mother’s Obsession, Part Two

  • Posted on September 20, 2015 at 11:08 am

By JetBoy

During the course of the next week, things didn’t go as I’d hoped. My theory had been that these freaky thoughts about Lori were just part of a phase for me, something new and naughty and irresistible — but still, something I’d grow out of once the initial thrill wore off.

If anything, just the opposite happened. It was like being on drugs, and each high took more to reach than the one before it.

I’d watch Lori in the living room, playing with her set of handmade wooden alphabet blocks, the toy she liked best of all. She especially loved to arrange them in neat rows or stacks, though sometimes if a stack fell over, it would make her cry. Lori couldn’t use her blocks to spell words, but derived great pleasure from the shapes of the letters themselves, which she’d trace with her index finger, enthralled. It was a sight that always brought me joy.

Now I thought of interrupting my child’s play time to undress her, carry her to the couch and explore the wonders of her bare body. These thoughts buzzed about me like mosquitoes, refusing to be driven away.

As the days passed, my sexual dreams about Lori only grew in intensity. I began to picture my daughter and I making love in every way imaginable, immersing ourselves in pleasure like the most devoted of sex partners. I imagined her entering adulthood as my lover — a child in a woman’s body, her physical maturity only making our lust stronger.

I lay awake at night, wanting to tiptoe naked down the hallway to her room and slip into her bed. Then one night, that’s exactly what I did.

Rising silently from the bed, I slowly walked out of my room and padded down the hallway to where my little girl was sleeping soundly.

One thing about Lori: when she falls asleep, the house could come crashing down about our ears and still fail to rouse her. Okay, I’m exaggerating, but not by much. Sometimes she’ll doze off in front of the TV at night, lost in the wild whirl of sounds, colors and movement. But even when I carry Lori to bed, undress her and wriggle her into pajamas, she never opens her eyes.

Once inside her room, I could see Lori lying on her back in the dim glow from her Bambi night light. She was flat on her back, her mouth barely open, lost in slumber. God, she looked so cute and adorable! Barely nine years old, she was the most precious thing to me in the world. Now she was also the object of a taboo lust that seemed to consume me whole. All it took was one look at her angelic face, and my inner strength disappeared like morning dew in August.

I silently argued with myself. It wasn’t like I would ever actually hurt or abuse my daughter, after all. I only wanted to shower Lori with love, to be more intimate with her than I’d been in the past. Was that really so wrong? Seeing her childish body tucked up in bed, so safe and secure, my feelings of innocent love and guilty desire grew confused, knotting together into this fierce need that made me ache inside.

But fear and shame finally outweighed my lust — and that was what drove me from her room and back to mine.

I crawled into bed, still naked, then slipped a hand between my legs, where my swollen clit begged to be touched. The erect nubbin sent a surge of raw heat through me when my finger brushed it.

It wasn’t like I’d never been in her room naked before, it was just that I’d never been in her room naked with a purpose. What I really wanted was to be in bed with her, for Lori to be nude along with me, our bodies pressed snugly together. More than that… I wanted to kiss her.

Sure, I had fantasies that went a lot further than that, a lot further. But wanting to kiss her was becoming more than just a fantasy. Not a typical mother-daughter peck on the cheek, mind you. No, I wanted to part my lips, slip my tongue into her mouth and kiss my child with all the passion that burned inside me.

Suddenly I wrenched myself into a fetal position, squeezing a hand tightly between my thighs, cunt aching from the perverted hunger I felt. Had I become some kind of mindless animal, slave to my sexual appetite? Was this the type of woman, the type of mother that I really was? Right then, I was too far gone to feel the tug of conscience. Swaddled in the blankets, I began to masturbate furiously.

So engrossed was I with my twisted fantasy that I didn’t notice the little figure entering my room. It wasn’t until I felt the covers being tugged that I opened my eyes, shocked to see little Lori standing at the edge of the bed, gazing at me.

Of course, she would have no idea what I was doing to myself under the covers, and certainly not a clue about why I was doing it. Even so, I couldn’t help but feel guilty, almost like I when I was caught fingering myself by my mom back when I was twelve. Except I hadn’t been indulging in fantasies of sex with a little girl in those days…

Lori paused, standing motionless, uncertain of herself.

“It’s okay… come here, baby,” I said, reaching out to her. Lifting the covers, I gestured her underneath, and she happily complied.

Lori climbed in bed with me, still cradling her stuffed bear under one arm, and we snuggled together. The fact that I was naked didn’t seem to even register with the child as she spooned me, pressing her back and bottom up against my breasts and belly. Wrapping an arm around her, I pulled Lori tightly into me, nuzzling her tousled hair.

Suddenly I was on the verge of tears as I held my darling daughter close. She was already asleep once again, safe and secure in Mommy’s arms. Was she really safe, though? Would any sane person allow a little girl to be alone in bed with a naked woman who ached to take her as a lover?

I’d always seen myself as a good mother, even during those times when Lori’s handicap was especially frustrating. What had happened to me since then? Was it the fault of the internet — or was that just an excuse to release a desire for lesbian incest that I’d unconsciously carried around with me for years?

And why was my pussy getting wet?

I had to stay in control of myself, to keep from doing anything to my child that a mother shouldn’t. Well, that noble intention lasted all of about two minutes as I felt Lori’s warm little body pressed snugly against mine.

I found myself wishing that she wasn’t wearing her pajamas. Really, since I’m naked, why shouldn’t Lori be naked too? She’d be more comfy, I bet.

With that excuse spurring me on, I reached around Lori’s chest to unbutton her top and carefully extracted her arms from it, then tossed the garment to one side, leaving her bare-breasted — although that description hardly applied to a girl of nine.

Lori stirred, but made no effort to resist me as I slid her pajama bottoms down and off her thin little legs, followed by the plain cotton panties she always wore.

My little girl and I were now completely bare, nestled together under the covers — and my excitement had risen to fever pitch.

We had bathed together many times in the past, but that had felt nothing like this. Back then, even when I washed Lori’s flat chest or her smooth slit, I hadn’t thought of her in sexual terms. After all, that would have been perverted; or at least it would have been to the woman I used to be. That person was gone, replaced by someone I scarcely recognized. This woman felt a little girl’s bare body against her own, and began to respond.

My good sense hadn’t retreated entirely. I heard it; entreating me in the distance, telling me to stop now before I did something that could never be undone. But as I caressed Lori’s smooth legs that voice grew fainter and fainter, until finally it was finally silenced by my own rationalizations.

The questions spun through my head like thrown coins. Was it really so bad to touch my daughter like this? How could it be immoral for a mother to share pleasure with her little girl? Why should I hold back from expressing my true feelings for Lori? Just because she was only nine, did that mean she couldn’t enjoy making love? She was my daughter, after all, so who had the right to tell me what I could and could not do with her? I adored Lori and would never hurt her; why shouldn’t we be intimate?

Step by step, I convinced myself that what I wanted to do with Lori wasn’t evil. My feelings of guilt melted away, replaced by the most incredibly intense feelings of sexual love for my child. I had never felt like this about anyone before, even my husband. Especially my husband.

It was almost animal-like; raw instinct triumphing over rational thought. It was the purest emotion a mother could have, I decided, this need to be close to my little girl in every conceivable way. I was a loving parent, God damn it, not a pervert. How could my love be wrong?

The die was cast; my decision made.

My hand glided up Lori’s thigh until I was caressing her thin hips, then moved to cover her tummy. I paused to rub her there, and a tiny contented sigh escaped my baby’s lips. Slowly, ever so slowly I continued on, making my way down Lori’s body until I was cupping her vulva. I really wasn’t playing with her, just letting a hand rest on the rise of my daughter’s mound.

My heart raced as I awaited Lori’s response. Would she push my hand away? Would she enjoy this?

Actually, there was no response from her at all. I saw her eyes blink; that was all. What was she thinking? I wished she could tell me. My poor child’s stunted vocabulary wasn’t sufficient to describe what she must have been feeling at that moment. What I would have given to hear Lori speak right then; to tell me in her halting voice that she liked my touch, and wanted me to keep fondling her.

Much as I longed to explore her bare slit, I let my hand move back up her thin body, over her belly and to her smooth, flat chest. I teased her tiny nipples with my fingertips, trying to remember how it felt to touch myself there when I was her age. My mother had certainly never caressed me this way!

Suddenly, I wondered what I would have done if she had. If my mom had tried to make love to me, would I have responded in the way she wanted?

The idea really turned me on, so I suspected that, yes — my mother could have had me as a lover if she’d tried. Clearly, this craving for lesbian incest ran deep in me.

I continued to caress my baby’s chest. Someday Lori would ripen into womanhood and leave this little-girl frame behind, though her mind would always be that of a child. I imagined the two of us sharing a life as lovers; watching her grow, continuing to pleasure her with my mouth and fingers along the way.

Lori was beginning to shift about as I caressed her, so I relaxed the arm I had around her waist, allowing her to move more freely. I half-expected her to pull away. To my delight, she turned herself around to face me instead. I drew her up into my arms once more and she nestled into me, her face pressed against my breasts. I recalled how lovely it had felt when she fed from those same breasts as an infant.

I traced paths down her back with my fingertips, unable to resist going a little lower with each stroke until I was fondling her bare bottom. My body throbbed like an idling engine as I gently squeezed it, savoring the tightness of her pert little cheeks.

Lori squirmed a bit as I allowed my fingers to trail through her anal cleft. It didn’t seem to bother her; In fact, she snuggled even deeper into me. I could only imagine how she might respond if I began to pleasure her for real.

Still, I didn’t want to frighten her with too much, too soon, so I took my hand away from my child’s bottom and began to stroke her back again. After awhile, we both drifted off.

Before I knew it, the alarm clock was yammering: time to get Lori up and off to school. I reluctantly — oh God, how reluctantly — disentangled myself from Lori’s embrace, hoisted myself into a standing position, then shambled into the new day.

After a shower, a brisk rubdown with the towel and my morning cup of coffee, I gently awakened my child. Stretching her thin arms, Lori yawned, then clambered from the bed, still naked. My heartbeat quickened as I drank in the sight of my little girl wandering into the hallway, making her sleepy way to the bathroom.

Later that morning, watching Lori climb into the van that took her to the special school she attended, I found myself wondering if any of the other moms saw their little girls in those cute blue plaid uniforms and felt the same helpless longings as me. Did any of these suburban housewives dream of undressing their daughters; exploring the delights of their childish bodies?

I fixed breakfast — but instead of sitting down and eating, I found myself pacing the house like a caged beast. My head was filled with intensely sexual thoughts and images that seemed to grow stronger and more vivid by the moment. I was actually grateful for having to go to work, just to take me out of myself for a few hours.

That night, I managed to eat dinner and watch TV with my Lori without any change in our routine. I kept stealing glances at her, though, moving about the house or sitting next to me in a long t-shirt and panties, overwhelmed by thoughts like I wonder what she would do if I bent down and began kissing those sweet pale thighs? Anyhow, I got through the evening, eventually tucking my baby in without further incident.

In the middle of the night, I woke to feel something next to me. Reaching out, I recognized immediately what it was, and my heart began to race. Lori had crept into bed with me again. That wasn’t startling in itself. What did shock me was what was missing — her nightwear! She was completely naked!

I felt a wave of heat surge through me, and my heartbeat kicked into overdrive. My little girl had undressed completely before getting into bed with me, and now her warm, bare little body was pressed snugly against mine. My cunt was on fire.

In the cover of darkness I couldn’t see Lori, but certainly felt her there. And though I heard a faint cry of conscience, begging me to pull away now and stop this perverted lunacy, my hands had a mind of their own. I began to explore my child’s nakedness.

When I curled my arm around Lori, my hand slipped down her silky-smooth back until I was cupping the pert globes of her bottom. Surprising me, she wriggled her hips just a little as I held it. God, the little minx! It was if she was daring me to go further…

As if that wasn’t enough of a surprise, I felt my little girl nestle into me until she could reach around my waist — and just like that, she twined her arms about my body, reaching for, finding and fondling my ass!

Once I got past the initial thrill of being intimately touched by my little girl, it occurred to me that Lori was just mimicking my own actions, as she so often did — no different, really, from the way I would give her a few kitchen utensils to play with when I was cooking, just so she could follow along with me.

Except… she did seem to genuinely enjoy having her bottom caressed. Maybe she really was trying to return my affection, to make her mommy feel nice.

Either way my curiosity was aroused, along with my lust. Just what else would she imitate?

Still fondling my little girl’s rump, I allowed my free hand to drift upward, caressing Lori’s flat chest, pausing to toy with her tiny nipples, lightly brushing them with the tips of my fingers. Was it only my imagination, or did they stiffen slightly to my touch?

Sure enough, my little copycat began to mimic my actions, her hands seeking my breasts. She cupped them, felt their weight and heft, then grasped my nipples between finger and thumb — getting the feel of something new and interesting, just as a child naturally would. And it felt marvelous.

Just a few days earlier, the very idea of my nine-year-old daughter fondling me that way would have been unthinkable. At that moment, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world, my little girl and I touching each other, exploring like two kids playing doctor.

It was lovely, truly lovely — but I was already hungry for more.

I gently drew Lori’s face toward my breasts, pressing a throbbing nipple against her lips. Then, wonder of wonders, I felt her lips part for me, and my baby gingerly took the tip of my breast into her warm mouth and began to suck. A wave of joy surged through me, so powerful that I longed to cry out to the heavens.

She nursed on my nipples; first the left one, then I gently guided her to the right. God, did Lori have any idea at all how good she was making me feel?

By then, the darkness of the room was maddening. I had to see this.

Reaching back, careful not to take my breast away from Lori’s mouth, I reached for the reading lamp on my nightstand, Taking hold of the switch, I twisted it on to the low setting. Looking down, I saw my daughter’s eyes, briefly blinking up at me before she returned her attention to my breasts.

Aware as I was of what was happening at that moment, the sight left me dizzy with excitement. This was no longer a crazy fantasy. My little girl was in my arms, naked and nursing from me. I was on the verge of truly possessing my child, making her my lover.

I felt a coolness on my left nipple as Lori released it from the heat of her mouth. With a contented sigh, she nestled into me, and I cradled her in my arms. Burying my face in her honey-brown hair, I breathed in its sweet smell, placed a few small kisses in the silken strands, then let them stray to her forehead.

Lori tilted her face up toward mine, silently encouraging me to continue. She’d always loved being kissed by me… well, now Mommy was going to teach her little girl a whole new way to kiss.

I let my lips lightly brush her eyes, cheeks, the tip of her nose, then a feather-light peck on Lori’s mouth. I whispered, “I love you, baby girl,” then kissed her once more, allowing the kiss to linger for a few seconds..

Drawing back, I studied my child’s face for signs of puzzlement or distress, but her gaze was perfectly tranquil. Giving her a warm smile, I moved in once more to claim Lori’s mouth with mine. This time I parted my lips, languidly brushing them against hers in a very sensual way, then traced her lower lip with a soft flick of the tongue. Lori’s eyes briefly opened, then drifted shut once more.

I seduced my little girl with kisses, made gentle love to her mouth. And soon, bless her, Lori began to respond — timidly at first, but oh, how my heart sang when her bashful tongue first engaged with mine!

I met the child’s passion and raised it, coaxing her into deeper, hungrier kissing. She quickly got the idea, enthusiastically joining me in this fun new game.

At first it really was like a game to her, too — I felt my baby girl’s childish delight as our tongues playfully sparred and mingled together. But since Lori so seldom used language to communicate, I’d taught myself to be hypersensitive to shifts in her moods… and I could sense when our kissing became more than just fun to her.

She began to kiss me back with what seemed to me like a steadily mounting passion, finding and savoring the pure pleasure in this sensual dance of lips and tongues. Soon my little Lori and I were Frenching like lovers.

I tried to still the trembling of my hand as I reached down between Lori’s thighs, and she seemed to almost instinctively part them, causing me to wonder if she understood what I was up to. Was it possible that, on some level, my poor autistic daughter had some primal understanding of sex?

Once again, I was cupping my little girl’s sweet bare pussy. This time, however, I intended to fondle Lori until she came, if that was possible. Can a nine-year-old even experience an orgasm? I asked myself.

I wasn’t going to stop at simply caressing my child’s vulva, not then. My index finger began to glide up and down her slit, then I allowed the tip to gently inch into Lori’s vagina.

Later I would look back and realize that this moment, more than any other, was when our relationship of mother and child truly became something more. Yes, I’d touched Lori in ways that some people might’ve thought inappropriate, but nothing that would have gotten me arrested.

That was about to change, the law be damned. There was a line bordering the calm, safe life I’d been living and the realm of complete abandon, and this mom was going to cross it.

My finger eased deeper into my little girl’s pussy, at least up to the second knuckle. It was incredibly tight, but Lori was already moist enough for her sex to allow me entry — could that mean she was experiencing sexual stimulation?

The tip of my finger was gently pressing against the thin barrier of her hymen. I wasn’t ready to take my daughter’s virginity, though the idea of being her first fuck make me shiver deliciously.

Lori was gazing up at me, a hint of curiosity in those placid blue eyes… no doubt wondering why Mommy was touching her this way. To reassure my child, I began to place tickly little kisses on her cheeks, nose, chin, eyelids. Then when my lips brushed hers, she startled and thrilled me by wrapping both arms around my neck and clutching me tightly. Lori’s mouth opened, her tongue emerging to engage mine.

We kissed with a joyous, fierce passion that had my head reeling.

As I made love to Lori, it seemed impossible that I could actually be doing such a thing; fingering my little girl’s slit like some perverted sex fiend. Well, maybe that’s what I was. One thing for certain: never before in my life had I been so aroused, every atom of me simmering with lust. But this raw heat was tempered and sweetened by the all-consuming adoration I felt for my daughter. The very blood in my veins seemed to sing with love.

Proceeding as cautiously as possible, I worked my finger about inside Lori; making tiny circles. Her eyes widened in surprise; a small gasp escaped her lips. Then she slowly sank back into the pillow, allowing these strange new sensations to carry her wherever they would.

With my thumb, I sought out my child’s tiny clit and lightly stroked it. A delicate, barely-there caress; soft as a butterfly kiss.

Lori seized my arm. “Uhhhh… uhhh…” my daughter moaned, suddenly breathing hard and clearly agitated.

I immediately froze, afraid I’d gone too far. But little Lori, bless her soul, shook her head frantically as it to say No — don’t stop, don’t! Placing her free hand on mine, she firmly pressed it against her bare vulva.

A wave of joy suffused me, so intense that I nearly came right then. My baby girl loved this, wanted me to give her more.

So I did. My finger resumed its circling inside Lori’s vagina, my thumb brushed the nubbin of her clitoris. She relaxed again, this time giving me a dreamy smile and a nod of the head.

I masturbated my ten-year-old daughter, gradually leading her to the point of release. Her breathing grew ragged, and her eyes were soon glazed over with pleasure. Occasionally Lori would pat my wrist, clearly encouraging Mommy to continue.

Before long she was making soft mewling sounds, her slender body beginning to quiver as if she was growing restless. Right then, I knew she was anything but.

Suddenly Lori went bone-rigid, eyes huge, her hand gripping my wrist instead of patting. A gurgling cry escaped her throat — and I knew that my little girl was having her first orgasm.

For most women, there’s no experience on God’s green earth that matches the rapture of coming, but when you’ve never had one before, especially at the touch of another, the moment can be terrifying. I felt a quick twinge of worry that my child might feel frightened by what she was going through, and began to place soft little kisses on her face, trying to reassure my daughter while continuing to masturbate her.

She wasn’t scared, though. In fact, Lori tilted her face up to mine and began to shower me with clumsy kisses of her own, stolen in the midst of her rapture. My fingers remained busy, fondling my baby girl’s increasingly juicy slit.

Finally a deep shudder raced through my daughter’s body, her voice rising to a squeak; then she went limp in my embrace.

We lay together in blissful silence, my hand resting motionless upon Lori’s vulva. I could feel the still-frantic thrumming of her pulse, gradually slowing.

After awhile she turned to me, draping a leg over mine as she rested her face on my breasts, giving them a few sleepy kisses. I touched my lips to the child’s slightly damp forehead.

Then something happened that I’ll remember to my dying day. Lori raised her face and, giving me a dreamy smile, said, “Mo-mommy… g-g-good.” Her head dropped to my shoulder, that smile still adorning her sweet lips as she fell asleep.

I shed a few tears of purest joy, cradling my daughter to me as she slumbered peacefully, our naked bodies nestled together. I felt such love in my heart for her, stronger than life itself.

*****

Each night after that, Lori came to my bed naked, slipping beneath the sheets and into my arms, ready to play this wonderful new game. I thought it best to let her take the initiative, to be the one who decided if we would make love or not. We would start out with kisses and caresses, then go further, a little more each time.

As the week progressed I showed her how to fondle me and explore my cunt, where to touch me to make those magical feelings happen. On the fourth night, I taught Lori how to get her entire hand inside, and she fucked me to a glorious orgasm.

It wasn’t until the next night that I got the courage to lick my daughter for the first time. She’d been sucking my nipples when I gently rolled her onto her back, put one hand on each knee and spread her thighs apart. I could see the questioning look on her face as I lowered my head to Lori’s vulva and let my tongue lightly caress the baby-smooth cleft of her vagina. This time she immediately understood what I was doing, and spread her legs wide for me, welcoming the touch of Mommy’s mouth.

What a beautiful experience that was, going down on my little girl. The taste of her was ambrosial, all I’d dreamed of and more. I licked her pretty pussy until she cried out loud, her hands tangling in my hair as I brought her to ecstasy, then beyond.

Of course, my little angel had to mimic everything I did, so no sooner had I raised my face from between Lori’s legs than she was sitting up, pointing at my sex, stammering “M-m-me!” making it clear in her way that she wanted to lick me too. How could I refuse?

There was something so fucking erotic about seeing Lori sprawled out before me, tenderly kissing my pussy. I’d shown her where my clit was and she already knew how great it felt to be touched there, so it didn’t take long for my little girl to bring me to a wall-shaker of a climax.

Two years later, Lori and I are still lovers. She gets so much happiness from pleasing her mommy, and I adore making her feel good as well.

She will often come to me naked while I’m reading, washing dishes, or folding laundry, and give me that special look, letting me know that my baby girl is in the mood for love. Her hand will find its way beneath my t-shirt to cup a bare breast, or into the gym shorts I usually wear around the house these days. Never with panties, unless I’m on my period. I want my daughter to have access to her mommy’s body whenever she feels the urge.

Just moments ago, as I was typing in the last few sentences of this story, Lori padded into my room, her body completely bare, that warm light glowing in her eyes. I sat back in my chair, gazing contentedly at my daughter as she began to caress my pussy. Our mouths slowly drifted together, and we shared a long, gentle lover’s kiss.

I took Lori by the hand and led her to my bed. Once there, I quickly undressed, then lay back, open for my little angel. I always let her pleasure me first — she preferred it that way. Kneeling between my parted legs, Lori gave me the sweetest smile. It nearly always made me feel a little like crying, seeing how much my precious daughter loved to love me.

Propping myself up on both elbows, I watched as my little girl leaned forward and began to lick my pussy. It was an incredible sight — one that, coupled with the skill of Lori’s sexy mouth, soon had me moaning in pure bliss, lost in an orgasm that seemed as if it might never end.

Soon as I could draw a steady breath, I raised my little girl up and kissed her full on the lips. The taste of my cunt on her mouth made my heart race with excitement. I gently laid Lori down, burrowed between my daughter’s thighs, and licked her until she came.

The End

School Uniform

  • Posted on September 18, 2015 at 5:23 pm