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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 129

  • Posted on May 31, 2016 at 3:05 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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On Wednesday morning that week, I awoke feeling a strong desire to confess. I really didn’t want to wait any longer — it was time to let Hannah know everything about our family. Over breakfast I talked again with my mom about it, and she agreed that I should go ahead.

Wednesdays, though, were one of those days when I took the bus to my advanced placement classes in the afternoon, so I didn’t see Hannah after school. Instead I got a ride home with Karen, as usual, and then she and I fooled around with my younger sisters and with Samantha for a while.

Karen left at about 5:30, and I started making dinner. We were having something pretty easy, just tricolor spiral pasta with marinara sauce and a green salad. Kate helped me in the kitchen while Molly and Chelsea set the table. Samantha had been picked up by her mom a few minutes earlier.

Dana arrived around 6:00 from her part-time job, our mother shortly after that, and then we sat down to eat. Halfway through our meal, the phone rang. Molly ran to answer it.

“Mommy, it’s for you!” she called from the family room.

“All right,” said Mommy, getting up from the table.

As Molly sat down again, she smiled at us. “It’s Hannah’s mom, with that funny way she talks.”

“It’s an English accent,” I told her. “Kind of cockney, I think.”

“What’s cockney?” Kate asked.

“I’m not really sure, I mean, I’m not exactly sure where the word comes from. But it means a certain way of talking. You hear it a lot in old movies and stuff. Kelsey’s accent isn’t that strong, but it’s sort of that way.”

Our mother returned a minute later, wearing an amused grin. “Well, kids, it’s looks like we’re going to have some fun. We’ve been invited to a party this Friday night at Lauren’s and Kelsey’s house.”

“A party?” said Dana.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded. She took a sip of wine, then added, “But not just an ordinary party.”

“Oh, you mean that kind of a party?” Kate giggled.

My mom smiled, although I’m not sure she got the reference. It was an old joke between Kate and me and Danni. Mommy went on, “This is going to be a porn party.”

“What??” Dana exclaimed.

“That’s right,” said Mommy, “and in fact they wondered if you wouldn’t mind bringing some of your own movies for us to watch, the ones you made when you were young.”

“Wow,” Dana giggled. “Okay, sure, I’d be glad to. Sounds like fun.”

* * *

The following afternoon, Thursday, I sat down in my bedroom with Hannah, closing the door so we would have some privacy. We talked for a minute or two about the exciting party coming up the next night. This was a conversation she and I had been carrying on all day long, whenever we got the chance. But now I had something else I needed to say.

“So, um, I want to tell you about, I mean, about some stuff, okay?”

“Okay. What stuff?” asked Hannah.

“Well, it’s, it’s about my family. You already know about me and my sister Kate, that we, you know, that we have sex. But, um…” I swallowed hard. “It’s not just Kate.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s, you know, it’s everybody. My whole family. Molly and Chelsea and Dana and my mom — all of us — we all have sex together.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay,” she shrugged. “I kinda thought that.”

“You did?”

“My mum thought so too. That’s why she decided to have that party, so she could see what you would do. If maybe you would tell us then. But you told me now.” The girl shrugged again.

“Wow. You don’t mind?”

“No, why should I mind?”

“Have you, I mean, have you and your mother ever…?” I began, unable to compete the question.

“Uh-uh. Not as yet. Well, ‘cept for kissing, and, you know, masturbating together. But nothing more.”

“But maybe,” I prompted, “tomorrow night?”

“Don’t know, possibly. Guess we’ll see.”

Hannah gave me a flirty smile, with those gorgeous big brown eyes twinkling — just about the cutest, sexiest 13-year-old girl there ever could be. I jumped on her and we made love. Luckily neither of us had any homework we hadn’t already completed earlier at school, so we simply enjoyed pleasuring one another for a couple of hours until it was time for her to go home.

* * *

Our mother left work a little early the next day. She sometimes would do that on Fridays when she wasn’t in the middle of a big case at the law firm. Anyway, she got home at about 5:00, and we all started getting ready for the party. It wasn’t supposed to be fancy or anything, but we wanted to look our best.

My mom took a shower, shaved her legs, and put on a sexy dress. It was one of my favorites, the low-cut green silk number with a halter top. That dress held great memories for me. I always got instantly wet when I saw my mother in it.

As for me, even though it was December and getting cold outside, I decided to wear the lovely yellow sundress my mom gave me the previous year as a surprise right after I turned 12. I’d grown a couple of inches in that time, of course, and so the pretty dress’s already short hem was even shorter now, showing a lot of leg. I also wore the Gucci shoes she’d bought to go with the dress, though I could barely squeeze into them now. They pinched my toes, but I figured I’d just take them off as soon as we got to Hannah’s house. Under the dress, I wore nothing else — no bra, no panties, no nylons.

Kate usually didn’t worry much about fashion or how she looked. On this special night, however, she made more of an effort. My sister was in a faded black denim miniskirt and a pair of cute ankle boots, also black. On top, Katie wore a red v-neck sweater with the sleeves pushed up to the elbow. I knew, because she’d told me, that underneath her outfit were the pink striped bra and panties she and I both loved.

I was startled when I saw what Dana was wearing. It was her blue and white polka dot stripper dress, little girl style, that she’d modeled for me not long after I started babysitting Chelsea. There was no doubt what Dana had in mind for that evening.

Molly and Chelsea both wore dresses too, and they were very short. If they bent over just the slightest bit, you could easily see their undies. Clearly, we were a family on the prowl for hot kinky sex.

After complimenting one another on our attire, we put on warm winter coats and headed out the door. We would walk to the party, since it was only two blocks away. But yipes, my feet hurt! I hoped I wouldn’t develop a blister before we got there.

Fortunately, I didn’t. As soon as we arrived at Lauren’s and Kelsey’s house and went inside, at a few minutes after 6:00, I stepped out of my too-small shoes. Well, first I removed my coat and let everyone say nice things about my pretty dress and my Gucci heels, then quickly took the shoes off.

I did something kind of fun after that. While the others were gushing over Dana’s darling little outfit — she was wearing the black patent Mary Janes and white anklets that went with the princess dress — I stepped close to Hannah and Kelsey, got their attention, and then flipped up the hem of my own short dress, letting them see my bare bottom.

“Ooh, precious,” smiled Kelsey, as Hannah giggled.

I leered at Kelsey, licking my lips, letting my gaze fall to her chest. She was in a stretchy white top, with short sleeves, and clearly wore no bra under it. Her large breasts sagged a bit, but the nipples were erect, poking sharply through the thin fabric of the top. You could even see their dark brown color. It made me want to yank the material down and start sucking her nipples. I was really turned on, ready for an orgy!

We still had to eat first, though — not pussy, I mean, but food.

After the coats were put away and all the compliments exhausted, we went to the kitchen. They’d prepared a buffet, with a couple of casseroles and several side dishes. We were given plates and each took some of whatever we wanted, then sat down in the living room to eat. They didn’t have a separate dining room or a large table, only the small one in the kitchen. That’s where they usually had their meals.

Anyhow, dinner was fine. Everything tasted good, although I didn’t pay much attention to it. My mind was racing ahead: What kind of porn would we watch? Would everyone start masturbating right away? Would we be naked or still have our clothes on?

Speaking of clothes, I also enjoyed taking a long look at Lauren while we were eating. She was a small woman, not as tiny as Dana, of course, but still petite, only about 5’1”. Unlike her cousin Kelsey, who was somewhat chubby, Lauren was quite slim. The abbreviated miniskirt she wore that night showed off her cute, shapely legs. Her blue satin blouse was unbuttoned at least halfway down, enough to detect — as I’d made sure to do earlier in the kitchen — that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Lauren noticed me ogling her. She slowly uncrossed her legs and I made the pleasant discovery that the woman had no panties on either. I opened my legs too, letting her see my bare pussy. When my mom saw what we were doing, she uncrossed her legs as well, and guess what — no panties! That didn’t really surprise me much, since my mother often dressed that way when she went out, but it certainly was delightful to see.

Soon everyone had their legs spread. Although only three of us were panty-less, it was super nice looking around at all the undies on display, not to mention picturing the sweet yummy pussies behind those undies.

After we finished dinner and then took our plates and things to the kitchen, Lauren suggested we wait a little while before dessert. No one objected. I’d brought over a pan of brownies I’d baked that afternoon, and there was a chocolate layer cake sitting on the counter, tempting us, but I think we were all eager to see what might happen next.

Back in the living room, Kelsey picked up a satchel from the floor by the sofa and began taking DVDs out of it, placing them on the coffee table for us to examine. I had a sudden fear that they might want to watch something hetero (you know, with men in it, having sex with women), but luckily there was nothing like that.

Every title was lesbian — No Man’s Land, Where the Boys Aren’t, Mother Daughter Exchange Club, Red Hot Lesbians, All Girl Orgy, Seduced By Mommy — and all the photos on the covers showed women or girls touching and kissing each other. Yes!

Dana got her bag and added three more DVDs to the selection. These, of course, had the added bonus of including our very own Dana as a performer. Excellent!!

Now we settled in to the true purpose of the party. I’d wondered earlier if we were going to watch the movies with our clothes on or off, and that question was answered right away. As soon as we made the decision about which title to start with (one of Dana’s was chosen) and Lauren leaned over to load the DVD player, Kelsey whipped off her top, freeing her breasts. With a chuckle, she pushed down her skirt and panties and stepped out of them. Her shoes were already off, so now she was naked, just like that.

My mom quickly followed Kelsey’s lead, as did everyone else. By the time the movie got going, we were all nude, squished close together on the sofa or in one of the room’s two armchairs. With ten of us there, we had to pile in, sitting on top of each other. Not that those of us on the bottom really minded that, I mean, there’s nothing much better than having a naked pre-teen girl on your lap while watching lesbian porn. You should try it some time!

The only difficulty in being packed so tightly was trying to get your hand to your pussy so you could masturbate. But after some giggling and shifting around and plenty of playful touching, we all had our fingers where we wanted them — either playing with ourselves or caressing another girl or woman — or, most often, both at the same time.

Dana came first, which certainly wasn’t surprising. Her clit is like a hair trigger. When Dana is sexually aroused, as she frequently is, it takes no more than a few seconds of rubbing or kissing or licking until she starts to climax — and then her orgasms can last forever. It’s no wonder she was such a natural at making porn. I doubt she ever had to fake it.

Following Dana, my mom was next, then Kelsey, and after that I lost track. It seemed like everyone was coming at once. The movie’d been playing for maybe ten or fifteen minutes and already the room was filled with the sounds and smells of feminine orgasms.

We let the DVD run a while longer, until we’d finished watching three of Dana’s scenes. Along the way, Kate came two more times, as did our mother. Kelsey and Lauren each climaxed at least once more, and so did I. I’m not sure about the younger girls. They were obviously having fun rubbing themselves, but I couldn’t tell for sure how many times they came, if at all. Of course, I was sort of distracted by my own orgasms — which is a good excuse, right? Oh, and Dana just kept coming, again and again and again.

The next development was when Kelsey, who was at one end of the sofa with Hannah on her lap, reached down into her satchel and pulled out a vibrator. It was long and silver, missile-shaped. She held it up for us to see.

“Sweet,” I heard Kate say.

“Anyone care for a go?” Kelsey asked the group. “We have mounds of ‘em, toys, I mean, any sort you fancy.”

“I’ll take one,” Kate immediately volunteered.

After replacing the vibrator in the satchel, Kelsey handed it to my sister. “Have whichever you want, love, and then just send it round,” she smiled.

Kate looked through her choices for a moment, then took out the silver vibrator. “Sweet,” she said again, before passing the bag to Dana.

It went around the room, and while everyone took a good look, not all of us decided to try a toy. Dana selected a cordless vibrating wand, and Lindsey chose one like that as well. Hannah pulled on a pink massaging glove, licking her lips in anticipation. I had the feeling she’d used it before. Chelsea found a pink glove just like Hannah’s and Dana helped her put it on.

My mother declined, and so Molly, and so did I. When the satchel got back to Kelsey, she took out a huge purple cock. “Don’t fancy men much now,” the brunette murmured, “but do so love being filled.” She put the ugly thing in her mouth first, coating it with her saliva, then slowly pushed it into her vagina, groaning heavily.

Lauren, meanwhile, ended up with a rabbit vibrator — it had this part that also massaged her clit — shoved deep inside her cunt along with a butt plug in her anus. She waited for everyone else to get ready before switching the vibrator on, but I could tell by the glazed look in her eyes that the woman was almost ready to come just from thinking about it.

We started up another movie, the one called Seduced By Mommy — and yes, just as you might hope, the premise actually was about moms having lesbian sex with their daughters. Of course, the acting wasn’t very good and I knew the performers weren’t really related, but still it was pretty hot to see.

What was even hotter to see, however, was all the women and girls right there with me having orgasms. We’d spread out a bit to use the toys, with some of younger kids sitting on the floor. And again, it didn’t take long at all for people to start coming. I don’t who was first or second or whatever, it really was impossible to tell. Just a lot of panting and groaning and screaming, along with some gushing from Kelsey. That giant dildo made her squirt like crazy!

By the time the second movie was halfway over, it seemed like the group was ready for a break. We’d had who knows how many orgasms, our hands were all wet and sticky, and several of us had been splattered by Kelsey’s squirts. Not that anyone was complaining, of course — it was totally fun. In addition to climaxing, we were also talking and laughing a lot. A great party.

“Is anyone getting thirsty?” Lauren asked as she slowly drew the rabbit vibrator out of her vagina. “Or hungry for a treat?”

“I am,” said Kate.

“Me too,” said Hannah. “I want one of Julie’s brownies.”

So, we got up and went to the kitchen, everyone still nude, of course. With the exception of Lauren, who’d been wearing a butt plug, no one else bothered to wash their hands. We just licked them clean.

I cut the brownies into squares while Kelsey served chocolate cake to those who wanted it. My mom opened a bottle of expensive brandy that she’d brought along as a hostess gift and poured some for the adults. The kids had Cokes.

As Lauren nibbled on a brownie, she said to Dana, “That movie was really amazing, the one you were in. But you looked so young! How old were you then? — if you don’t mind my asking.”

“No, I don’t mind,” Dana smiled. “You can ask me anything. I’d just turned 17 when I made my first one.”

“Really, 17?” said Lauren. “I would have guessed a lot younger.”

Dana chuckled, “I know, people always say that. They said it then too. But it’s true, that’s how old I was. I just looked younger.”

“You sure did,” Lauren said, shaking her head. Then she asked, “So how old were the other girls, the ones in the movie with you?”

“Most were older, like 18 or 19. But one of them, I remember, was only 16. She looked older than me, though.”

“Which one was she?”

“With a tattoo, the brunette with the tattoo on her butt cheek. Remember her?”

“Uh-huh, yeah,” Lauren nodded.

My mother smiled at Lauren. “So, do you like the idea that Dana looked so young? That she seemed like she might be only 12 or 13 then? Does that turn you on?”

“Well, yes, although I have to say it’s Kelsey who really loves that. Sometimes when we, um, I mean, sometimes we’ll talk about our favorite fantasies, and then, you know…”

Kelsey was standing by the counter, leaning against it, holding a small plate with a slice of cake. She’d just taken a big bite.

“Which do you like most,” Mommy grinned at her, “chocolate or very young girls?”

The brunette chuckled, finished chewing and swallowing, then said, “Must one choose? Can’t I have both?”

Mommy laughed and kissed the woman on the cheek. “Sure you can. Have your cake and eat your little girls too!”

We all laughed at that, then ate and drank and chatted for a while. But after a few more minutes, when the treats were just about finished, my mom surprised me. She said to Lauren, “You know, of course, there’s a big difference between 12 and 17. Or, even more, between 7 and 17.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, if you take a good close look, it’s easy to tell the difference between a woman’s pussy — or an older teenager’s — and a young girl’s pussy, right? Especially a prepubescent girl, like Chelsea here, for example.”

Mommy placed her hand on Chelsea’s shoulder. The tiny blonde was seated in a kitchen chair which had been pushed away a bit from the table. Her plate of chocolate cake was scraped clean, though there were smears of frosting around her mouth. She sat with her legs apart, swinging her feet, which didn’t reach the floor, smiling happily.

“Um…” Lauren didn’t seem too know how to respond.

“You understand what I’m saying? About the differences?” my mother pressed. “Obviously, you’ve seen the changes on yourself. Or you would have, if you looked carefully at your body as you were growing. Some girls do that, of course, and some girls don’t.”

“Uh, yeah,” Lauren mumbled.

“Let’s do this,” Mommy said. “Let’s take a very good look and compare the differences. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Taking Chelsea by the hand, she led her back into the living room. Everyone else followed.

“You sit here on the sofa, on the back of it,” our mother told Chelsea. “Molly, you sit next to her, then Kate, then Julie, okay?”

Mommy positioned us side by side on the back of the sofa, with our feet on the cushions. She and Lauren and Kelsey knelt in front of us, squeezing in close together so they could get an intimate look at the genitals of a 7-year-old, a 9-year-old, an 11-year-old, and a 13-year-old.

They studied us one by one. In turn, my sisters and I opened our legs wide, allowing the women to examine us. Sometimes they would move back and forth from one to the other, discussing the differences and similarities, while also occasionally looking down at their own pussies. My mom used her fingers to spread our labia so they could peer in at our vaginas, and she pulled back the skin to reveal our clits. They didn’t do much more than that at this point — there wasn’t any kissing or overt fondling, but still I found myself becoming extremely aroused.

When Mommy came to me and separated my labia with her fingers, Kelsey breathed, “Cor, look at that, how juicy she is….”

“Nice,” sighed Lauren.

The others, Dana, Lindsey, and Hannah, were behind the three moms, standing up but leaning in to see as much as they could. I trembled with excitement. It was amazing to sit there naked like that with my legs spread, totally exposed, letting these women and girls look at my wet cunt.

Now my mother slid a finger up inside me, not very far, just a short way. I groaned. It felt so good. She drew the finger out, then brought it to her lips, sucking on it. “Mmm, tasty,” she smiled.

“Holy Jesus,” said Kelsey. “Didja really just do that?”

“Sure, I did,” Mommy grinned. “Would you like a taste?”

But then, before Kelsey could respond, my mom said, “I know, tell you what — um, Kate and Molly, you kids get down for a minute, all right? And Hannah, you sit up here beside Julie. Lindsey, can you get in between Hannah and Chelsea? That’s right, there you go.”

With the new girls in place, Mommy then positioned Dana in front of Chelsea, Lauren in front of Lindsey, Kelsey facing Hannah, and herself in front of me. Four moms kneeling on the sofa, gazing at the pussies of their four young daughters.

Continue on to Chapter 130

In Pursuit of My Daughter, Part Three

  • Posted on May 29, 2016 at 1:44 pm

By JetBoy

In the midst of my dazed, hazy state of mind, my daughter somehow got me out of the hot tub and into our bed. When I fully returned to myself, Judy was kissing me passionately and our bodies were twined, cunts pressed firmly against each other’s thighs. I could taste my pussy on Judy’s lips, intermingled with her own juices as she licked my mouth and chin.

I loved the urgency of my daughter’s passion, her need for more and greater pleasures — but I also wanted to pause, to savor the moment, to marvel at this unlikely miracle. After years of frustrated desire, my fantasy of sexual intimacy with Judy had come true.

Gently breaking our kiss, I touched her cheek. “Relax, honey,” I murmured, “we’ve got all night and all day tomorrow to make love, if we want to. For now, can you just hold me for awhile?”

Judy had been rubbing her sex against my leg, and now paused in mid-grind. “Oh! Uh, yeah, sure. Sorry, Mom. You kinda made me all crazy hot!” Withdrawing from our embrace, she rolled onto her back, lying beside me. My hand found hers, and our fingers twined together. “I love you, Mom.”

“Love you too, hon.”

“Um, so, Mom… when did you first start feeling this way about me?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, I always thought you were just about the loveliest creature I’d ever seen,” I began, giving her hand a squeeze. “Even when you were a little girl, I’d watch you playing, or, I don’t know, just lying on the floor watching TV in your underpants, and it would make me all… light-headed, you might say.”

“Wow… Judy said, clearly awed. “So you think that — maybe, even then…”

I shook my head. “It wasn’t a sexual feeling, honey. Well, no, that’s not right — actually, I’m sure now that it was sexual, only I had no idea at the time. To me it was just part of the love I felt for my baby girl. It wasn’t until you were twelve that I started to… to see that love in a different way.”

“Holy shit — twelve? Okay, now tell me how that happened,” my daughter said, all ears.

Placing a hand on Judy’s tummy, I began to stroke her unimaginably soft skin as my mind drifted back to that particular day. “I’d done a big load of laundry, and was on my way to put the clean towels in the linen closet. Well, the door of your room was open just a bit when I passed by, and I saw you with headphones on, wearing nothing but these cute orange panties, dancing to the music.” Pausing, I closed my eyes, the remembered image of my daughter’s partial nudity still vivid all these years later.

“And that… turned you on?” prompted Judy, eager for more.

“Like you can’t imagine,” I replied. My hand inched downward, a fingertip gently teasing my daughter’s navel. “I’d always thought of you as beautiful, but that was the first time I’d ever seen you as sexy.”

“Hmmmf. I don’t know, Mom. The way I remember it, I was this scrawny stick of a girl — no butt, barely any tits to speak of…”

“Oh, no, honey… believe me, you were exquisite. I thought I might faint, the sight of you made me so hot. Seeing you moving to the beat, those luscious little breasts jiggling, watching that cute butt of yours flex — all I could think of was what it would be like to take you in my arms and kiss you.”

“Kiss me, huh?” Judy cooed. “Sure that’s all you were thinking about?”

“Well, no. There was more. Wanna know what I did then?”

“Sure. Damn, this is some hardcore kink, Mom.”

My fingers were lightly grazing the rise of Judy’s vulva. “I crept back to my room, locked the door behind me. Then I tore off my jeans and panties, fell back on the bed and started mauling my cunt. All the while I was having crazy thoughts about you. Dirty thoughts.”

Firmly grasping my wrist, Judy guided my hand between her thighs, pressing it into the blossoming heat of her sex. “Tell me, Mom,” she panted, “What you were thinking. What you wanted to do to me.”

I eased a finger into my daughter’s vagina, amazed at how hot she was inside. “I’m standing there by the door to your room, seeing you nearly naked, watching you dance — pumping that sexy little ass to music that I can just barely hear through your headphones. My heart is beating like crazy.”

“Mmmmmmyeah,” moaned Judy, her hand resting on mine as I worked that finger in and out of her cunt, then carefully added another.

“So as I’m watching you, this… wild fantasy starts running through my head. I saw myself gently pushing the door open, then coming into your room.”

“What do I do, Mom? Am I all, um, freaked out when I see you?”

“A little startled, at first,” I said. “But when you see me smiling — well, you can’t help but smile back, honey. Then you raise both hands and wiggle your fingers, like you always do when you want a hug.”

“Oh, yeah,” Judy gasped. “God, just — just thinking about you hugging me when I’m p-practically naked…”

“So I take you into my arms,” I continued, “While I hold you, my hands are moving up and down your back, which you really seem to like. My fingers are brushing the top of your panties with each stroke. Then all of a sudden, you tilt your face up to look at mine, and you whisper, ‘I love you, Mommy.’”

Judy’s breathing was growing increasingly ragged. “Ooooohhh, I do love you, Mommy — love you so much, so fucking much!”

In truth, the fantasy of Judy that I masturbated to that day, back when she was only twelve, was a lot less detailed, much more direct. But I embellished the story, spun it out in my imagination, wanting to make my daughter hot as I fingered her. It seemed to be working, too.

“We gaze into each other’s eyes for the longest time. You seem to see something in my expression that surprises you… what can it be, hmmm? Can my little girl see how I feel… can she tell how very much I want her?”

“Oh, Mom… oh, shit, Mom!”

“Slowly, slowly I bring my mouth close to yours… and then we’re kissing. You’re surprised, I can tell that, but you relax into my arms, letting me kiss you.”

“Mmmmyeah, kiss me, Mommy…”

“Then I put my hand on your breast. Oh, my — I can feel your heart beating like crazy, baby girl.” I hadn’t called Judy “baby girl,” in a long, long time, but at that moment, it just seemed right. My fingers continued to move, wiggling around in her vagina.

“Oooooh… oh yes, ohhh…” Judy moaned.

“I catch your nipple between my fingers and give it a little pinch. I guess that feels good, ‘cause you make a little happy sound… and when your lips part, that’s when I slip my tongue into your mouth.”

“Oh, Mommy!” my daughter cried, getting even deeper into my perverted scenario. “Love me, love your little girl — d-do everything to me!”

“You nearly pull away from that first French kiss — but then you just melt into my arms. Pretty soon, you’re kissing me back, letting Mommy suck on that sweet little tongue of yours.”

“Fuck!” Judy hissed, a deep shudder of pleasure shaking her frame.

Gently, carefully, I began to graze my daughter’s clit with the index finger of my free hand. “I could kiss you all day long, honey… but Mommy needs more, a lot more. You give me a pouty look when I pull away, but then I get down on my knees, smiling up at my beautiful little girl. Now you seem a little confused. What’s Mommy gonna do now, huh?”

“Oh, yeah — yeah.” Grown-up Judy wasn’t confused, that was for sure. She knew where this little one-act play was going.

“I reach up and grasp the waistband of your panties, those pretty pumpkin-colored panties, and slowly pull them down. I think that’s when you understand what’s happening — your eyes get really big, and there’s a lovely touch of pink on your cheeks. Yeah, you know what Mommy’s doing. She’s making love to you.”

I was twirling two fingers of my right hand around inside my daughter’s cunt, lightly toying with her clitoris with the index finger of my left. She needed to come, ached to come — but I withheld that longed-for release, determined to make this orgasm one she’d always remember.

“Oooooh… oh, Mommy…”

“Now I’m looking at your pussy, baby girl — oh my goodness, it’s like I’ve never really seen it before. Not like I’m seeing it now.”

“Tell me!” Judy gasped, “tell me, pretty please…”

“You’ve got such a pretty vagina. It’s not exactly a little girl’s slit, not any more… but you’re not quite a woman yet, are you? It’s so rosy and pink, with just a hint of down. I want to touch it, honey, feel how soft your pubes are. Oh, my, look at this — you’re all juicy down there! It’s exciting, isn’t it, Mommy looking at you like this?”

“Yes!” she cried.

“It’s so, so beautiful, and it smells so good… oh, angel, Mommy just has to taste you.”

“Oh, God… oh m-my fucking God…”

“I wrap my arms around you, cupping your precious bottom, and give your pussy a long, slow lick from the bottom to the top — oh, baby girl, you taste incredible…”

Judy threw her head back, her back bowed, a howl of wild abandon wrenching itself from her throat as she came hard. Convulsive jolts of pleasure surged through her body in rapid succession, and she clawed and snatched at the blankets in an animal frenzy.

I continued to work my daughter’s cunt until her choked cry rose to a shriek — then I eased off, bending to give her mound soothing kisses, tenderly caressing it with my mouth as she recovered.

Finally I sat up and looked at her — basking in the moment, feeling completely at peace. I’d satisfied the dark, forbidden hunger that had been lurking inside me for years, and without traumatizing my child in the process. In fact, I’d brought us closer together than ever.

After a moment, Judy’s eyes fluttered open. They met mine, and my baby girl gave me a shy smile. “Hi, Mom.”

I placed my hand on her warm thigh. “Hey, hon.”

“That,” she declared, lost in wonderment, “was the best.” She brushed a few sweaty strands of hair from her forehead, then fixed me with a questioning gaze. “So, Mom…. did you really want to fuck me when I was that young?”

Well, there was no use in lying. Guess I’m outing myself all the way, I thought.

“Yes, I did,” I said, “and ever since, for that matter. You have to understand — I didn’t ask to have those kinds of feelings, Judy. But they were there, and I’ve lived with them for a long time.”

“Wow,” she said. “That’s so, so totally perverted… but I gotta say, it gets me hot!” She extended her hand to me. “C’mere, Mommy… come make out with your little girl.”

With a tiny moan, I slipped into my daughter’s welcoming arms, and we came together in a lover’s kiss.  Judy’s tongue flashed into action first, and I met her passion with my own.

Deep into the night, we made love again and again. My appetite for her seemed boundless. Every lick I took of her pussy was ambrosia, each moan and cry I urged from her a love song.

An eager pupil, Judy quickly became adept in sapphic love, keeping an ear tuned for my own sounds of pleasure as she explored the many ways to satisfy a woman. Her tongue seemed to be made for tasting me, finding the secret spots that made my head spin, my heart race.

I unleashed a voracious young lesbian that night. Judy told me that herself, after I went down on her for the fifth or sixth time. “I’m done with guys, Mom. Not one ever made me feel even close to this good!”

We finally fell asleep in the middle of a slow, contented kiss, savoring the flavor of our cunts on each other’s lips and tongues.

*****

We woke Sunday morning in a tangle of arms and legs, Judy’s lips grazing one of my slightly sore nipples. I stroked her hair and urged her upwards so that she came out of her sleep kissing me.

My hand wandered idly down between her thighs, where I was pleased to find a very wet pussy. “Morning, lover!” I murmured, kissing her gently.

Judy’s eyes widened at the reality of what I said, then she sprouted a big, goofy grin. “Omigod… we are lovers, aren’t we?” she whispered, kissing me back.

“One small but very happy lesbian family!” I replied.

Judy’s face was resting on my breasts, the warmth of her breath stirring a nipple to life. “So, um… this wasn’t just a one night fling, was it, Mom? We can do this again, can’t we?”

I kissed the top of Judy’s head, placing a hand on the rise of her vulva. “Oh yes, sweetheart. Now that I’ve had you, I can’t ever give you up. I’m already hooked on this luscious pussy!”

As if to punctuate my remark, I began to stroke my daughter’s labia with a fingertip, making her whimper ever so slightly. Inspired, I nuzzled her throat, then began to shower her body with kisses, traveling down her lovely form, pausing to bite at her nipples, making Judy cry out in mixed pain and delight.

“Mmmmmyeah,” she purred as I licked a path down her belly, following the fresh scent of new arousal to her shaved pussy. Her hands tangled in my hair, guiding me to her. She shivered as I entered her with my tongue. “Oh my God, I can’t believe my own mother is eating me… that I’m your lover. Oh, Mom… I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

Seeking out the nubbin of Judy’s clitoris, I gave it a tiny nibble. It set her off like a firework. Her fingers clenched in my hair as she thrust her pelvis upwards, grinding my face hard into her bare pussy, flooding my mouth with her cream as she howled, “YES! Oh, God, s-so fucking good, Mom! Oh! OH! I love you!”

Judy was dazed and breathless from her orgasm, but as soon as I raised my face from between her legs, she twisted herself around, shoving me onto my back almost violently in her need to get at my cunt. Her hands firmly gripped my ass as she plunged her face into my wetness.

I was already on the edge, and when Judy’s silken tongue trailed over my clitoris, I simply let everything go in a fevered rush, sobbing with joy as my sweet daughter took me to the peak of ecstasy — and beyond.

We spent awhile just being lazy after that, basking in the warm, blissful aftermath of a good fuck. You’ve heard the joke about the Buddhist who walked up to a hot dog vendor and said, “Make me one with everything,” right? That’s how I felt as my daughter and I lay together — at one with everything.

Finally we rose, shambled into the bathroom and took a rejuvenating shower together, rekindling our arousal by washing the evening’s residue from our bodies, pausing often to share heated kisses.

Once we’d toweled one another dry, it occurred to us both that we were ravenously hungry, so Judy and I made our way to the kitchen, ready to eat something besides pussy.

We whipped up a delicious breakfast, then bolted it down like nobody’s business. Contented and full, we took ourselves back to bed to rest and cuddle — and to talk about our new relationship as lovers.

For my part, even though I’d planned to seduce Judy, I wasn’t prepared for the romantic feelings I now had for my daughter. Honestly, in my helpless lust, I’d not thought beyond this weekend… but now I knew that I wanted us to be a real couple. I’d fallen in love with her — my own child.

Thankfully, Judy felt the very same way. “I guess it’s kinda freaky, having my own mom for a girlfriend, but so what?” she declared. “I love you more than anyone in the world, you’re a beautiful person inside and out, and you’re an incredible fuck. How much more perfect can a lover be?” Then she mockingly furrowed her brow at me. “Wait, though — you won’t ever dump me for some thirteen-year-old girl, will you?”

I felt my cheeks get hot, even though I knew she was joking. “Of course not, hon,” I mumbled, then tried to make a joke of my own. “You won’t get mad at me if I just look at girls, though… right?”

“Huh. You wanna keep checking out those cute underage hotties? Hey, no harm in looking.” Judy fell silent, then suddenly added, “Actually, who knows… I might be checking them out, too.”

That threw me for a loop. “What?”

She noticed my astonishment, then blushed herself. “Well, Mom… the thing is, that little fantasy game we played last night? It really got me excited. I couldn’t stop thinking about me being twelve, and you licking my pussy.” She gave a nervous laugh. “Then I started thinking about what it would be like to fool around with a girl that young myself — and God, I don’t know, Mom, it got me totally worked up! I guess… I, um, might be kinkier than I ever knew.”

I really wanted to pursue this topic, but sensed that my daughter had said as much as she wanted to, at least for the moment.

We nestled together quietly for a few minutes, then Judy spoke. “Mom? Can you tell me about the stuff you did with other women? When was the first time? Was it really good?”

I shared my lesbian history with Judy — that first encounter with Cindy, my cautious immersion into the gay scene, a few of my more memorable sexual experiences. Along the way, I confessed my preference for younger women, and that I occasionally masturbated to fantasies of underage girls.

Even though Judy had just admitted to very similar feelings of her own, I was a little nervous that she might react badly to my secret desires. I needn’t have worried — that lustful fire never left her eyes as she drank in my words. “So hot!” she exclaimed, at least three times.

Once I’d finished, Judy began to speak about her own feelings for women. “I’ve always been kinda attracted to girls, I think,” she told me. “I had a crush on one of my best friends in high school — Monica Green, remember her? Then there was my twelfth grade English teacher, Ms. Cracknell. I used to imagine making out with her after class sometimes. Then there’s Theresa… she’s the one who I’ve thought the most about having sex with. I can’t tell you how many times I fingered myself after seeing her running around our dorm room naked.”

“So, you didn’t ever do anything about these kinds of… attractions?”

She shrugged. “I never had the nerve to make the first move. You know how bashful I can be. Besides, I liked boys more. At least, I thought I did.” Judy went quiet for a few seconds, then spoke. “Say, Mom… do you own any sex toys?”

A small shiver of anticipation spiraled through me. “Yes, I do… why do you ask?” I gave her a wry smile. “As if I didn’t already know, you little minx…”

“Do you have one of those — those penises that you wear around your waist?”

“A strap-on? I do, actually… back at home, anyhow. Hmmm, maybe I should have packed it.”

Judy seized my hand, her eyes aglow. “When we get home, I want you to fuck me, Mom. I want you to put on your cock, lay me down, climb on top of me and fuck me until I scream.” She slipped closer and kissed me hungrily. “God, just the thought of you riding me, taking me… it’s driving me nuts!”

I kissed her back. “Mmmmm, tell me more, sweetheart,” I urged her. “Tell me how it feels.”

She giggled. “Oh, it’s my turn to make up a fantasy, huh?”

“Well, you’re the English lit major, daughter dearest… let’s hear you get creative!”

“Oh, Mom… it’s so big,” whispered Judy, her hand now running along my thigh, pausing to briefly touch my slit. “I can feel it, kinda rubbing against me while we kiss. God, I could just kiss you all night, Mom… but there’s something else I want.”

I moaned in delight as she teased my clit with a finger.

“I don’t even have to ask, Mom — you know I’m ready. You roll me onto my back, then push my legs apart and get between them. I’m pretty wet already, so when you line the tip of it up with my pussy, it just slips right in.”

She punctuated those last words by plunging two fingers into me — for just one brief, tantalizing stroke, then she withdrew. I whimpered.

Her lips brushed my ear. “When you’re all the way inside, your belly pressed to mine… mmm, it feels so incredible, like a piece of star broke off and fell into my body.”

Judy’s palm was pressed against my cunt, stroking it. She kissed me again, her tongue flickering in my mouth.

Taking her hand by the wrist, I pressed two of her fingers back into my dripping hole. “Don’t just tell me, hon,” I panted. “Show me what it feels like to be fucked by your own mother. Think of how amazing it’ll be when you get fucked that way!”

Judy shivered as she kissed me forcefully, three of her fingers slipping roughly into my cunt, making me gasp against her lips. She continued excitedly. “You got me so full inside… so filled up that I’m shivering all over. I feel like if you move even an inch, I’ll explode into tiny little pieces! Then you start to draw back out of me, and it makes my head spin.”

I placed my hand on her pumping wrist. “More, baby… fill me up, too,” I moan.

“Naughty Mommy,” she whispered as she added a fourth finger, working her hand in even deeper. “Then, just as you’re about to pull out completely… you slide your cock all the way back inside me, maybe even deeper than you were before, Mom.” She strokes my face with her free hand. “Then you start pumping me, in and out, in and out, in and out… fucking me, just like I want you to fuck me…”

Judy is working those four fingers in time with her words — in and out, in and out. Suddenly she pauses in mid-stroke, gazing at me expectantly. ”More, Mom?” she whispers, eyes wide.

My lips form the word “yes,” but no sound comes out.

She smiles, then continues. “It’s the most wonderful, beautiful thing I can imagine, lying on my bed with my own beautiful mother on top of me, my special, secret lover… and she’s fucking me. Fucking her own daughter.”

And as she spoke these last words, she tucked her thumb into her palm and pushed her entire hand inside me. I screamed as her fist penetrated my cunt.

“You’re riding me hard, Mom, and I love it. My hands are on your ass, and I’m helping you pump  back and forth in me. Then I reach up and pull your face down to mine, so I can kiss you. Mmm, my so sexy Mommy-lover.”

My whole body spasmed as Judy began to fist me for real, ramming her hand inside my vagina up to the wrist. She panted, “Do you like this, Mom… do you like it when I put my hand inside you? Is it getting you off? Are you coming right now? Come for me, Mom… come for me!”

I did, too. I came like a crazed thing, the pleasure raging on and on as Judy’s fist moved in me, pounding my cunt in a frenzy. Through blurred eyes, I could see my daughter’s face radiating excitement, thrilled by this taboo, incestuous passion she’d discovered with me. Her timidity, her inhibitions had burned away in the heat of our lovemaking. This was a new, more confident, lustful Judy… and I loved her. Oh, God, how I loved her.

As my ecstasy peaked, and my consciousness faded to black, I knew that I had found a soulmate — that Judy was equal to the passion and desire that I needed in my life.

*****

Our ride home Monday morning was a happy one, both of us giddy with goofy, lovestruck smiles plastered on our faces.

Suddenly Judy said, “Mom? How do you feel about, um, getting another girl in bed with us?”

Even from my newly sexualized daughter, that surprised me. “A threesome? Interesting, but before we get involved with a third party, I think you and I should explore our relationship for a little longer — say, until this Friday?”

She gave a snort of laughter. “Verrry funny, Mater. I’m serious, though, c’mon… what do you think?”

I turned the idea this way and that in my mind, and decided I liked it. “Sounds good to me, honey. Who were you considering for the job? Your roommate, what’s her name — Teresa?”

“Nope, not her,” Judy frowned, shaking her head. “She’s as straight as it gets. No, I’m talking about a girl who’s, erm, more in line with your tastes. The dangerous kind.”

That had my attention riveted. “Okay… so, who are we talking about here?”

“Sophie Calder,” she murmured.

It took me a moment to place her. “Wait, wait — Sophie, the girl you used to babysit for? Oh, my God — Karen’s daughter!”

“The one and only,” Judy grinned. “She should be about fifteen now. Maybe still fourteen.”

The temptation was there to pull over to the shoulder, park the car and thoroughly interrogate my daughter, but we had many miles to go. “Details, please.”

“She likes girls. Told me so, last time I sat for her.”

“Huh. Just like that, she admitted to being gay?”

Judy nodded. “Yup. Sophie said that she had a big secret to tell me, and that was it. Thing is, she told me that she was especially attracted to older girls. See where I’m going with this…?”

I was amazed. “So was she… flirting with you?”

“Not exactly. More like dropping hints that she’d totally love to find someone to teach her about sex. She didn’t actually ask me if I wanted to go to bed with her, but it was pretty obvious that if I could’ve made a move on her if I’d wanted.”

“But you didn’t.”

“Hey, she was just a kid to me! I wanted to fool around with a girl, yeah, but… I don’t know, the whole idea of sex with a twelve-year-old just seemed weird. Anyhow, I told her I hoped she’d find someone nice to be with, and that was pretty much it.” She sighed, gazing thoughtfully at the landscape, winding slowly past as we sped along the road. “I’ve thought a few times about what would have happened if I’d given her what she wanted. Once or twice I even masturbated, picturing it.”

“And now… you’re seeing her a little differently.”

“Yeah,” Judy replied. “Now, I’m kinda interested.” She paused, pondered. “Summer vacation starts in a few weeks. I just need the chance to hang out with her some, let her know that I’m into girls now.”

“Sounds like a plan — or at least the start of one,” I said approvingly. “How do I fit into this little scheme of yours?”

“Guess I’ll have to scope her out first. If I can get Sophie into the sack, though, I’m sure she’ll be into you joining in. How could she not think you were a total babe?”

I laughed, blushing a bit. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, hon.”

“Meant every word,” she cooed, then huffed impatiently. “Damn, how long till we get home, Mom? I already want to fuck you again.”

“I’m feeling the same way. Unfortunately, it’s another two hours, at least.”

“Crud,” Judy muttered. Suddenly, her face lit up. “I got an idea. Why don’t we pull off on one of these side roads, find a quiet place, and get down and dirty in the car?”

“Oooooh, that’s a bad idea,” I exclaimed, my heartbeat kicking up a notch. “But I must admit, it does sound like a lot of fun.”

“Let’s do it!” my daughter said. “God, Mom, you make my pussy fuckin’ drip.”

We made our way down the road — no longer admiring the view, but seeking a temporary refuge, a place for my daughter and I to indulge in hot, sweaty, juicy incest. The perfect capper to our little getaway.

Best weekend ever, I told myself.

The End… ?

Ping-Pong

  • Posted on May 27, 2016 at 11:11 am

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 28

  • Posted on May 26, 2016 at 1:32 pm

A Little Matter of PHS

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

Gwen was curious about her nieces, as well as what was going on between Clare and me. We all went to the kitchen and sat around the breakfast table and talked.

Mom began by explaining our plan to get the goods on Clare so we could blackmail her in return to make sure everyone’s secret remained just that — secret.

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea at all,” Gwen said. Then she flashed a wicked grin and said, “Do you mind if I’m there when you nail her?”

I could see that our news about her nieces and how they were heavily involved in girl-girl sex had excited Gwen. I couldn’t blame her, really. She had grown up having sex with the girls’ mother, and knowing these two were sort of carrying on the family tradition so to speak was enough to make a ninety-year-old crone horny.

We all talked about the sting, setting up the date and time and things like that, before the conversation turned to what Gwen’s nieces had been doing.

“Carmen says Clare was having sex with her friends, but especially this one friend. Then Carmen set it up so Clare would catch her rubbing off,” Jenna said. “That’s when they had sex the first time. It was only a few days ago.”

“And Carmen likes it, does she?” Gwen asked, and the twinkle in her eye suggested she may have some plans of her own involving the girls, but nothing that would involve blackmail.

With everything set, we ended the night by the three of us girls watching Mom and Gwen in a sixty-nine. We each masturbated, sometimes putting our hands on someone else’s pussy to help things along, but mostly sticking to our own.

After we all had a final orgasm of the night, Deanna, Jenna, and I went to bed, all three of us piling into my bed. Gwen had some more work to do, so she left with a promise to be at our house at the designated time to witness putting our plan to get Clare off my back into motion.

We girls were too tired to do more than sleep that night, but the next day we went with Mom to watch her work. Jenna was a lot like me when I was younger. She loved being at the set and watching all the sex, as well as participating in some when the desire grew too much to ignore.

Rick and Tera were now bringing their daughter Nikki to the set as well. Nikki, who was now nine-years-old, loved watching everyone having sex as well as having lots of sex with her mom while her dad watched and either jerked off or fucked Tera while she was licking Nikki. Sometimes Tera would give him a blow job while Nikki licked her. The little girl would also jerk her father off, but that was as far as it got between them. Tera told us they were letting Nikki decide what she could do with her dad.

Nikki and Jenna often got together while the crew was filming, and today was no different. Deanna and I watched the two little ones engage in a very hot sixty-nine before we put on a show for them. They always enjoyed watching Deanna and me having sex. She and I ended up in a sixty-nine as well. The two younger girls got down close to watch what we were doing to each other.

We had a blast, of course. At one point, I glanced up and saw Tera and Rick watching the fun while they were on a break from filming. They were each masturbating while they watched their daughter having sex with Jenna.

When the day’s filming was over, Mom sat talking to Bob for a little while before we left. As we got in the car, she said, “It’s all set.”

We knew what she meant, of course. Bob was helping us blackmail Clare, and Mom was letting us know everything was a “go” for our plan.

*******

When Monday arrived, I saw Clare outside as we waited to enter the school. She motioned me over, as I suspected she would. I knew today was the day she would tell me my first “task,” as she called it. She had warned me of this on Friday so I could have a weekend of misery wondering what it would be.

I was to remove my panties in the girls restroom when we entered the building and go without them all day. I was also to make sure I flashed at least three people who’d never seen my pussy before.

Then Clare informed me she was coming home with me on Wednesday that week to have sex with me. I had known this since Friday of the previous week, but hearing her say it gave me the creeps. Again, I thought how the fact she was blackmailing me to keep her from telling the world my mother and I had sex together was spoiling what could be a great time for everyone.

I was thinking this while Clare was still talking about flashing people. She insisted that one person I flashed had to be Mr. Whitley, my science teacher. “He’s a perv and will absolutely love it,” she said. I believed her, too. He was always sneaking looks up girls’ dresses or their shorts if they were short enough to reveal any panties. I had even made sure I was leaning over my desk one day so that my shorts pulled down a bit in the back to reveal the top of my butt crack. He’d stood behind me during a quiz for so long I thought he was jerking himself off or something. I had enjoyed giving him the show, even if he was a major perv. After all, I was too, as were most of the people I knew. As my mom had always joked, “Thank God for pervs. Otherwise, I might have to do secretarial work.”

Clare said the other two had to be girls in my classes. She said I’d have to “make a full report,” so I better not try to lie about flashing people. I told her that would be no problem. I guess I’m like my mom in that way, always loving the looks on people’s faces when they saw a part of my body they weren’t supposed to see.

I flashed Mr. Whitley without revealing I knew he’d seen me, but after that the man had an obvious hard-on the rest of the class. Not only that, but he would also stand where he could continue to look up my skirt. I was enjoying it and gave the perv lots of looks. I imagine he fucked his wife that night for quite a while, all while thinking of me.

One of the girls I flashed actually seemed a little bit interested in what she saw. As with Mr. Whitley, I pretended I didn’t notice she’d seen up my skirt to my bare pussy. The girl, whose name was Marie Perlacci, kept dropping her pencil so she could bend down and get another look. I just sat there, pretending to be completely unaware of what she was doing.

Then after that class, which was math, I sidled up to her and said, “Enjoy the view?”

At first she tried to pretend she didn’t know what I meant, but then I said, “I saw you looking up my skirt. It’s cool. I wanted to see who might take a look, so I didn’t wear panties today.”

Then she sort of pulled me over into a corner in the hallway and said, “I just thought it was — I don’t know — kind of daring, I guess. I thought it was cool that you would come to school without panties.” Marie was giggling and obviously nervous while we talked.

I just grinned at her and said, “Hey, we got the same equipment, so why not share the view, you know?”

She must have sort of misunderstood me because she grabbed my arm and we darted into this place under some stairs that was well-hidden from view. Then she handed me her book bag, looked around to make sure nobody was able to see us, and yanked her panties down and lifted her skirt.

Looking down, I saw Marie’s pussy. A small tuft of dark hair was growing along the outer lips, and I could see her clit poking out a bit at the top of her slit. Looking back at her, I saw she had this naughty grin. Her eyes gleamed with mischief. It was clear all of this had turned her on, first seeing my pussy then showing her own.

I didn’t know her that well, but I could see that was going to change. I silently thanked Clare for making me do this. The other girl I’d flashed had just looked and wrinkled her nose in disgust before getting back to her work.

On the other hand, Marie was practically begging me to touch her or something.

I didn’t do that, but I did lift my skirt to show her my pussy again.

“Wow, I thought so! You shave or something?” she whispered, total awe in her voice just the same.

“Yeah. I don’t like the hair. Gets in the way,” I said.

She giggled. “Gets in the way of what?” she asked, thinking she knew the answer, though not quite. But I wasn’t about to tell her it got in the way of the girls’ and women’s mouths when they went down on me. I knew she was thinking only about masturbation, though, and it was all I intended for her to think.

I grinned my own naughty smile. “I bet you know already, like it’s what you’re gonna do as soon as you get home, even before doing your homework.”

“You can’t tell me that walking around all day without panties isn’t making you want to do the same thing,” she said, giggling again.

“Maybe,” I smiled, thinking this girl would be a real hottie to get into my bed. I knew Deanna and Jenna would like her too. Dropping my skirt back into place, I said, “See you tomorrow in math. I gotta get to English.”

She tugged her panties back up, but not before taking a small swipe at her pussy on the way. She had done this in such a way that it looked as if she’d just been pulling her panties back into place, so I pretended not to see it, but this girl was definitely very horny. I realized if I had suggested we skip our next class and masturbate together, she would have been all for it.

As we left our spot under the stairs, I noticed her shoes. They were Nikes with a pink and green checkered pattern on them. They were unusual, and it made me think perhaps she was a bit unusual as well. She’d certainly gotten into a very suggestive conversation with me rather quickly.

After I got into English, I kicked off my own shoes and sat with my heel pushed up against my pussy. The pressure was maddening. I could feel the slick juices covering my heel as I did my best to hide that I was basically using my foot to masturbate right there in English class. Marie had been right. I had been getting wonderfully horny all day, and this was my last class and the sensations I was giving myself were driving me crazy.

I raised my hand and asked my teacher, Ms. Patterson, if I could go to the bathroom. She nodded and I retrieved her pass from where it hung beside the door before hurrying to the nearest girls’ restroom.

Entering, I made my way toward a stall. The first one was occupied, so I went toward the second one.

Then I stopped dead in my tracks. As I glanced at the occupied stall, I saw two feet on the floor beside the bottom of the toilet.

Pink and green checked Nikes.

Marie was in this stall. I wondered what she might be doing in there. I was pretty sure I knew. She was doing exactly what I planned to do.

Silence issued from the stall where Marie was as I took the stall next to her. Hearing her begin to move around a bit, I listened for tell-tale sounds of masturbation. Then, instead of rubbing, I heard her getting some toilet paper off the roll.

She was leaving? Was she finished when I walked in, or had my entrance made her nervous. Of course, she almost certainly didn’t know it was me in the next stall.

I decided to end her ignorance of her bathroom mate.

“I guess you couldn’t wait until you got home either,” I said.

I heard a quick gasp, then, “Cheryl?”

I giggled. “Yeah. It’s me.”

“Oh, my God. You scared the shit outa me!” she said, giggling.

“How long you been at it?” I asked.

“For just a minute when you came in. I stopped and was so pissed someone had come in, but now that it’s you….” She left the sentence hanging. I could tell she wanted to continue, and I know I certainly had no plans to keep from getting myself off. I thought for a moment about suggesting we get in the same stall and watch each other, but I knew if someone came in, they’d be able to tell what was going on.

So I decided on the next best thing.

“Wanna race?” I asked.

She giggled. “Sure!”

“Okay, ready…set…GO!”

We began to rub ourselves. I could clearly hear her fingers in her pussy, sliding around and rubbing her clit. The fluids in both our pussies made slick noises.

“Jeez! You’re really wet, aren’t you?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh,” she said. I could hear her straining to be the first to come. “So are you.”

I pushed a finger inside myself and fucked it in and out while my other hand was a blur of motion over my clit. It occurred to me that if anyone were to silently enter the bathroom they would know right away what was happening in the closed stalls because of the sounds we were making. Not only that, but Marie began to whimper and moan.

“Almost there,” she said.

I could have come at any moment, but I decided to wait and make it a tie.

The second I heard her begin her orgasm, I pictured her rubbing herself in the stall beside me. That pushed me over the edge and I was coming with my new friend.

We did a fair job of holding in our enthusiastic grunts and squeals of pleasure. If someone had been in the bathroom, they would have heard them, but I felt fairly sure nobody could hear our moaning through the door to the hallway beyond.

When we’d caught our breath, she said, “Whew. That was good.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“I think it may have been a tie,” she said and giggled.

“Me too.”

Before cleaning myself up, I peed, and so did Marie. Then we flushed and stepped out into the more public area of the restroom. When we saw each other, we burst into laughter.

“Your face is all red from the exertion,” she said.

“Yours too!” I answered her, pointing at her sweaty face. I realized I had some of my juices still on my finger and said, “Oops! Missed some!” I instinctively licked the fluid off my hand before realizing she was watching.

She said nothing, but her dark brown eyes grew as wide as her smile, as if she were thinking she had finally met someone as sexual as she was.

We stepped to the sinks and washed up, each of us also splashing cool water on our faces. As we were leaving she said, “Maybe we could make this a daily thing.”

“You do it every day too?” I asked, laughing.

“Unless I’m feeling sick, and even then, I sometimes do.”

“Me too,” I said. “I think we may have a lot in common.”

“Yeah, like perpetually horny syndrome,” she said, and we both laughed.

“Ha! Ha! Yeah. PHS instead of PMS!”

We left the bathroom still chuckling, but not until we had exchanged home phone numbers and suggesting we might spend the night together sometime. We were both very much in favor of that, and what’s odd is that we both knew exactly what we would do together the first time we managed to have a sleepover. There was no embarrassment at all. It was almost as if we were both thinking, “Yeah, I want to do some things with you sexually, and I know you want it too. So let’s do it.”

I watched her walking down the hallway to her class as I turned to go the other direction. Her small butt swayed just enough, and her dark ponytail swung back and forth like a pendulum marking the time until we could mess around with each other. I had noticed she had small boobs, like mine, barely A-cups, and I wondered if she tasted as good as she looked.

I certainly intended to find out.

When I returned to English, Ms. Patterson approached me and said, “Cheryl, are you okay? You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” I said, returning to my work. As she turned to go to her desk, I thought about Marie’s term and wondered what the woman would have said if I had replied, “Just PHS.”

I stifled a laugh and an entire conversation Ms. Patterson and I never had played itself out in my brain.

“Don’t you mean PMS, dear?”

“No, PHS. Perpetually Horny Syndrome.”

In my imagination she looked as if she knew exactly what I was talking about.

It wasn’t the first fantasy I’d had of Ms. Patterson, who was in her mid-twenties and was slim and sexy as hell.

Focusing on my work, I thought about what I would say to Clare when we met up after school for my “report” to her about my day. I decided to pretend embarrassment and humiliation, which was the exact opposite of what I was feeling.

I was exhilarated. I found myself continuing my fantasy of Ms. Patterson, but this time it included Marie.

Later, I met Clare outside after school.

“Did you enjoy your day of showing everyone your pussy?” she asked.

“It wasn’t everyone. Just three people,” I said, showing defiance.

“Three’s enough. I’m sure at least one of the students will have it spread all over school that you are a slutty show-off. Mr. Whitley, of course, will probably wank off about a thousand times remembering it. Students, though, are different. They’ll talk.”

I was absolutely certain Marie wouldn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure about the other girl, and frankly, I didn’t care if she did. She was probably right about Mr. Whitley, and I found myself being glad I could help the guy get off. It wasn’t as if he touched me or anything.

I changed the subject.

“So what are you gonna do Wednesday?”

“Exactly what I want to do. You told me your mom wouldn’t be there til around dinner time, right?”"

“Yeah,” I lied.

“I’ll be over about an hour after school lets out. Be naked. You and your sister both.”

“What if she won’t cooperate?” I asked, just because I felt it was something I should wonder about.

“If she values her rep, she will. Even a ten-year-old doesn’t want the world to know she has sex with a grown woman who’s supposed to be a mother to her.”

“I’ll talk to her today,” I said. “But I think she’s also having your sister over that afternoon.”

Clare thought about this for a moment. “That’s okay. She can have fun with everyone, too.”

Then she changed the subject, well sort of. “Are you a virgin?”

“Are you bringing a guy?” I asked. That would definitely not be good for our plan.

“No. Just answer the question.”

“I’ve never had a guy fuck me, if that’s what you mean.”

“No, I mean, do you still have your cherry? Or have you lost it to someone or something?”

“I still have it,” I said.

“What have you had inside yourself other than a tampon? Anything?” she asked. I wondered where she was going with this.

“Just my finger.”

“Okay, good,” she said. “I’m taking your cherry Wednesday. I’m bringing something that will pop it. And it’s gonna hurt,” she said, smiling. She apparently liked to cause other people pain.

I looked at her and frowned. I knew it wouldn’t get that far if our plan went as it should, but it was still troubling that this girl thought she had so much power over me. I hated that, even though what she’d made me do in school that day turned out to be good. I’d made a new friend, and we were already talking about a sleepover where we would fool around with each other, though how far things would go with Marie was still a mystery. Perhaps she would just want to masturbate together. I thought about that and decided I was fine with it if that was all she wanted to do. I could work on her some and eventually take things further.

*******

When I got home, Mom was there, as was Jenna. I told them about my day and about Marie. Mom said I could invite her over to spend the night this weekend if I wanted to. Deanna was staying over on Saturday night already, so I decided to call Marie and see if she could stay over Friday.

I also told them about Wednesday after school. Mom was really pissed that Clare was planning to take my cherry. “She won’t get the chance, though, if you girls play things as planned.”

I went to my room to call Marie. I guess it was her mother who answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is Marie there?”

“Yes. May I say who’s calling?”

“This is Cheryl. We sorta made friends at school today.”

“Ah, yes. She mentioned you. Told me all about you, in fact,” she said.

All about me? I suddenly wondered just how much Marie had said. Certainly, she hadn’t mentioned the episode in the bathroom.

Or had she? I had told my mom. Was it possible Marie and her mom were intimate, too?

“Yeah, I guess you could say we sorta got to know each other,” I said, not really knowing what else to say.

She chuckled in a sort of “yeah, I get it” way, which again made me wonder what Marie had told her. “Hang on for a sec. I’ll get her.”

I heard her call for Marie to pick up the extension, telling her it was me calling. After a moment, I heard Marie’s familiar voice.

“Cheryl?! Hey!”

“Hi, girl,” I said, listening for the other phone to hang up before continuing. I’d learned my lesson about talking about private things when someone else might be listening in. I heard the familiar click and could tell that her mom was no longer on the phone.

“Whatcha doin’?” she asked, a note of naughtiness in her tone.

“Not that!” I said, laughing. “At least not for another five minutes!” We both giggled. Then I added, “You know about us PHS girls!” She howled at that one.

“Yeah, I know about us real well!” she said.

“Was that your mom?” I asked.

“No. That was my oldest sister. She’s in college. My mom’s away on a business trip. She won’t be home til next week.”

“Oh,” I said, disappointed. I wondered if she’d be able to get permission to spend the night Friday.

“What’s wrong?” Marie asked. I guess she could hear the disappointment.

“I was gonna ask if you could spend the night this Friday, but I guess you can’t get permission until your mom gets home.”

“Wow, girl. You sure work fast!” Marie giggled before adding, “I love it!” Then she said, “No, it’s okay. My sister is in charge. She’ll let me stay over, I’m sure. She probably wants to watch her porn movies and take care of her own case of PHS.” She laughed again, but I got the feeling she was serious and I wondered how Marie might know that about her, especially the porn movie part. Then I wondered if Marie knew who my mother was. Oh, well, I’d find that out, I guess.

“You wanna ask? My mom said you could stay the night Friday if you want to.”

“Sure, hold on a sec and I’ll ask Sara.”

I heard the phone being put down and waited for Marie to return. A few moments later, she was back.

“It’s okay! I can stay over. Want me to come home with you that day?”

“Yeah!” I said. “Maybe you could bring one of your sister’s movies!”

We giggled at that for a minute, and Marie said, “I don’t know about that. My other sister, Linda, might fight me for my favorite one. It has some really good scenes in it. She sometimes watches them for hours in bed.”

I listened to Marie talking about her sisters, and I was aware that she had told me a lot about her and her sisters in a very short period of time. “How old is Linda?” I asked.

“She’s sixteen. She’s a junior in high school.”

“Are they as sexy as you are?” I asked.

She giggled. “I guess so. They love doing what we did in the restroom today.”

Suddenly, Jenna was at my bedroom door and signalling I needed to get off the phone. I knew Mom needed to use it, so I cut the call short.

“Marie? My mom has to use the phone, so I gotta go. See you in math!”

“Okay,” she said. “Yeah, I’ll see you there. Maybe I’ll be the one without panties tomorrow. I’m not wearing any right now.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope. In fact, the hand not holding the phone has been kinda busy,” she hinted.

“You naughty little slut, you!” I said, laughing at my new friend and thinking how bold and sexy she was.

“Can’t help it!” she said. “I bet I come before you do this time!”

“I’m sure you will. Have fun, but don’t let your sisters catch you!”

“They won’t mind. They’ve caught me plenty of times before.”

“You’re gonna have to tell me about that,” I said. We said our good-byes and I reluctantly hung up. It would have been a great opportunity for some phone sex, not to mention finding out more about Marie’s sisters, Sara and Linda.

I replayed the phone call in my head and thought it was very likely that these girls were a lot like my own family. Marie seemed to be letting me know they were extremely close, at least very open about their sexual explorations, and Sara’s reaction to me when I told her who I was made it seem even more likely. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I thought I had heard a sexy leer in the young woman’s voice. Of course, that could be my imagination, but Sara really did sound, well, interested in hearing more about me or something.

The rest of the day was mostly boring. I finished my homework and lay on my bed, imagining what Marie looked like completely naked. I also wondered a lot about her older sisters. Could it be that they were all having sex with each other?

That would be so cool!

Continue on to Chapter 29

Scouting for Girls, Chapter 7

  • Posted on May 25, 2016 at 3:21 pm

Sprouting

By eloquent delinquent

Nicole’s legs feel so wobbly when she hops down from the stump that she almost blunders into the side panel of the RV, but she manages to stagger away, her heart in her throat.

As she rounds the vehicle, her mind is a jumble. Those hot demanding feelings are fading with each step she takes, but her thoughts are snarled. She doesn’t want Abbey all mixed up in the Scouts and their secrets (especially before me, she thinks, but quickly forces herself to forget that bit), she wants her little sister safe. Whatever that means; she’s not even sure what she’s thinking. Abbey must be too little for all that being undressed and touching and tickling. But then, Britt is only two years older than Abbey, and Penny and Joy are the same age as her, and they seem just fine with it.

She also knows that she’s supposed to trust the Scouts, her Tender and her troop, and respect the secrets they have to keep. And if she’s learned anything over the last two weeks, it’s that these soft, close moments are the key to all their secrets. The exposing of one Scout to another, not just in their heart, but for real, with their bodies, their most private places, is part of what makes this troop so special and so tightly bonded.

If she tells, it’s surely breaking that trust. Will it keep her from getting in? What will Mom do? How big a deal is this? Does Katie know?

Nicole crosses out from under the awning and starts searching the gathered families, sweat prickling all over her skin, her fingers cool and nervous. Everyone’s talking and eating and making jokes, not even knowing what’s going on only twenty feet from them. Nicole stalks down the edge of the crowd, eyeing each little knot of picnickers sharply, feeling kind of desperate. At the grill, Miss Kristanson notices and nudges Katie, who gives Nicole a concerned look. She glances away quickly, not wanting to meet the Tender’s eye, intent on finding her mother.

And then she sees Mom, or her familiar back and wavy brown hair anyway. She’s standing in a little group of her own, with slightly shorter, dark-haired Sophie and slight slim golden Maddy. And sheltering next to Mom’s hip is Abbey, in her peachy dress.

All of Nicole’s anxiety vanishes in a whoof. Abbey’s not in the RV, she’s not in trouble. She’s right here with Mom, making a goofball swoony face as she stares at Maddy. It’s a typical reaction.

Maddy is telling them, “…and so when I’m there it’s always go-go-go, and I come home and I’m so tired!” She smiles winningly from one mother to the other, and chuckles. “But I couldn’t miss this, I always feel best with my sprout scouts!”

Finding herself wanting to stop short, Nicole forces herself to approach them. Her concern over what’s happening in Katie’s RV is quickly fading now that Abbey’s not involved in it. Now it’s easy for her mind to dismiss it as “just Acorn stuff.” Maybe it’s just her wanting to. Seeing Mom and confronted with the reality of her choice, she finds that she’d rather keep the secrets, and trust the troop. Like a Scout, she thinks as she decides.

Seeing the girl Mom’s talking to, a new concern rises in her head. As much as she was shy about talking to Amber, it’s even more so when it comes to Maddy. The Seedling is something like a celebrity within the troop. She hasn’t been around much recently, Nicole doesn’t know her much except from a distance, but one look at her is enough to make the ten year old nervous.

Quite simply, Maddy is one of the prettiest girls Nicole has ever seen. Not just in the way that Lena has taught Nicole to see pretty, the beauty in the way a girl is true to herself, but really really pretty. With her streaming, slightly curly golden hair, her peaches and cream complexion, her little upturned nose, and blue eyes that are also turned up at the corners so it seems like she’s always smiling a little, she’s like a princess in a fairy story. When she talks she makes these expressive, curving gestures with her hands, like she’s a magician’s assistant presenting his next trick. Her voice is piping and melodious.

Maddy knows she’s pretty, too – she competes at contests to see who’s prettier. And she’s one of the girliest girls Nicole knows, putting great attention into her clothes, and hair, and even wearing makeup sometimes. Even today, she’s not planting anything. She’s wearing her formal green Scouting dress instead of her Explorer outfit, and there are green and aqua ribbons in her hair, lightly lifting into the warm breeze. She’s been helping the parents mostly, instead of getting her hands dirty.

And when she turns on the charm, she has, like, super powers. Mom and Sophie and Abbey are enthralled by her as she tells her story, with lots of smiles and meeting their eyes one by one. That’s why Nicole finds her so intimidating. It may not be fair, but when you’re as pretty as Maddy is, you’ve pretty much already won at being a girl.

So Nicole joins the group, Maddy notices her and turns full on to face her with this dazzling smile, dimples and all, and exclaims, “Nicole! You’re here! That’s so great! Does that mean they made you a Scout already?”

Nicole smiles back helplessly, “Naw, not yet, but I still get to help out.”

“Oh yeah? That’s neat! I’ve been up here a bunch of times, and it’s always so nice. We’re doing good for the Earth, too,” she declares. Then she looks modestly at each of them in turn with a little grin and adds, “That’s what my Mom says, anyway.”

They all chuckle politely. Nicole finds it hard to believe that Mrs Wheeler is her mother, the lean ranger with her sleeves rolled up, her strong chin, and her hair cut very close almost like a man. Nicole’s heard that Maddy’s very much a Daddy’s girl, and her dad is here right now, hovering a little ways off. Even though they’re both visiting other people, they glance over to one another every few minutes, checking in.

“Are you going to be back for a while?” Sophie asks.

“Oh gosh, no. We have to go Santa Cruz at the end of next week, and then we go to Palo Alto, Santa Barbara, Huntington Beach, then to Reno and then back to San Francisco again. It’s like the busiest time in the pageant calendar, I won’t be back for nearly a month!” she finishes with a little exasperated breath, to show how trying her schedule is.

“Well why don’t we all have some lunch?” Mom says obligingly, guiding them to a table, “and enjoy the time we do have.”

“Thanks, Ms Embry.”

“Call me Hope, honey.”

Sophie and Maddy both give Mom appreciative smiles at the same time. Nicole finds it surprising, and a little weird. When did this happen?

She just goes along with them, letting herself be caught up. When she spares a look back at the RV, she sees Britt and the Acorns come tumbling out, skipping and goofing around and nearly shining with happiness. Everything’s just dandy there! She’s glad now she didn’t say anything.

Mom serves up for all of them onto paper plates. Their little group moves to the shade and finds some folding sling chairs, sits down, and digs in. Nicole feels like a big old slob when she sees how daintily Maddy eats, but they’re both chowing down on the same stuff, chicken and macaroni salad and cornbread. Maddy makes eating a mustard-slathered hot dog look graceful. In between bites she relates how pageants work, and how she is only middling-good compared to some of the other girls.

“If you win, do you get a crown?” Abbey asks.

“I’ve never won. But I got third place once, and then they gave me a little one, and flowers.”

Abbey seems very pleased to hear that. She seems to be thinking she might like a crown, too.

Nicole marvels at how different Maddy’s life is – traveling, competing, always being poised. It sounds glamorous, but Maddy confides ruefully that there’s an awful lot of sitting around, waiting. “I’ve spent so much time with Ninetales and Blastoise on my DS, it’s like they’re real pets,” she tells them. Only the girls laugh – the grownups just look confused.

Out of the blue, Abbey asks, “Can I see your phone?”

Maddy graciously offers it up from her skirt pocket. It’s the latest smart phone, way fancier than the one Mom has. Golden hair sweeping gently against Abbey’s shoulder, she leans over and spends a minute fiddling with it, showing her little sister how it works, asking what she wants to see.

While they conspire, Sophie says, “When it comes to new people, Maddy’s kind of our goodwill ambassador.”

Mom lets out this breathy laugh, almost like a giggle, “I can see why.”

“I’m only sorry she hasn’t been around more. She can make the introduction of new Scouts and their mothers much, uh…” she grins as she looks for the right word, “smoother.”

“Lena’s great,” Nicole interjects. “I’m happy she was the one who showed me around.”

Sophie smiles really big, “I’m so glad you two get along so well. I know she thinks you’re awesome!”

Nicole finds herself matching Sophie’s big gushy smile with her own.

After that, Abbey’s engrossed in an app game and Maddy returns to the conversation, instantly becoming the center of attention again. Nicole can’t figure out if what she’s saying is really so interesting, or if she just can’t look away, can’t stop wanting to hear the lilting melody of her voice. That’s when she sees Amber standing off to the side of the crowd over by the road, waving someone over. It takes Nicole a second to realize that it’s her.

She sits up with a start, “Uh, I think Amber wants me for something.”

Mom tears her focus away from the golden haired 11 year old long enough to turn in her chair and look over to Amber. “All right. Could you take these to the trash on your way?” she asks, gathering up their paper plates.

“It’s recycling, Mom.”

“Yeah, that then.”

“Sure.”

She crosses the crowd, and is momentarily amazed by how many people she recognizes. Two weeks ago she didn’t know anybody. Then she’s looking to Amber, at her physically confident stance, at the slow, California-girl smile that opens on her tanned face as Nicole approaches.

“What’s going on, Amber?”

“Well, the trucks still aren’t back, and I’m gonna have to go to my game soon, but there’s something I wanted you to see. Can you come with me?”

“I think so, but I gotta check with my Mom.”

Amber nods. “Let me get rid of those plates.”

“Thanks,” she says, handing them over and turning. “Be right back.”

At this point, only Abbey is still sitting, engrossed in Maddy’s phone. The other three are standing close together a little bit away. Maddy is kind of holding Mom’s hand. She seems to be looking at the fire opal ring Mom wears on her right hand, which seems like exactly the sort of thing that would interest her. But at the same time she’s lightly touching Mom’s fingers with her own. Mom looks a little fidgety, and gazes at the top of Maddy’s head. They’re talking quietly, and Sophie stands to the side, watching their expressions closely.

When she gets within earshot, she hears Maddy saying, “… that’s just how the judges get sometimes, but it still creeps me out. But it’s not like that here. It’s like I know we all feel the same way, I never have to worry.’

“So you can just enjoy yourself,” Lena’s mom adds helpfully.

“Yeah, exactly! And I love it. So, why would I ever say no?”

Maddy looks up from Mom’s hand with a little bashful grin, vivid blue eyes tender beneath their heavy soft lashes. Nicole’s not even the target of this look, and she still feels a rush of affection for the girl. Mom’s face looks serious, thoughtful. Her mouth moves a little, but just when Nicole thinks she’s about to say something, she just shrugs indecisively. It’s a very un-Mom-like gesture.

“It’s all right, we’ll see,” Maddy says reassuringly, squeezing Mom’s hand. “You just let us know, and we’ll see.”

Mom nods, looking just as unsettled, but still doesn’t say anything. Sophie smiles and touches Mom’s shoulder and she’s nodding, too. The feeling between the three of them is heavy and grownup, and Nicole wonders if Maddy has learned the art of adult conversation on top of everything else. It feels like a weird moment, like she’s intruding.

She just forges ahead. “Amber has to go in a little and wants to show me something. Can I go?”

Without breaking eye contact with Maddy, Mom answers, “Um, yeah, of course honey. Just don’t be too long, okay? They’ll be back with more trees soon.”

Unable to catch her mother’s eye, Nicole just settles for saying, “Okay,” and gets out of there.

When she rejoins Amber, they set out on the dirt road, headed further uphill. Her new sporty friend is almost bouncing, she seems so excited as they go around a bend from the camp.

“What are you gonna show me?”

Amber holds her arms out wide. “You’re totally seeing it already!”

Nicole laughs, but she’s content to let that stand for a bit, because everything’s so lovely. Early afternoon sun makes the colors blaze off the luxurious dark evergreens and the small pale heads of wildflowers. Grasshoppers ratchet loudly in the tall grass to either side of the road, which grows less and less tended as they go on, their feet crunching on little rocks. And the warm breeze brings hints of all these wonderful scents – it’s like she can smell everything she can see!

So she’s fine with Amber keeping her little secret as they wander along, letting her lead, watching her budding form wrapped so nicely in her baseball outfit, the way her sun-kissed hair bounces as she walks. The dirt road forks and forks again, but she seems to know exactly where she’s headed, not hesitating a moment.

They pass a foresty area and a more level, grassy place that looks like a meadow. Sometimes, there’s heaps of great big boulders clustered together, half buried. And then there’s a hillside that’s stubbled with old stumps, with wild riots of weeds and brush coming up, and tangled piles of old gray branches that look like jumbled dinosaur skeletons.

As they go by there, Amber finally speaks. “A long time ago, they logged most of this out. They thought it’d just grow back, but it’s too steep or whatever, and the rain washes everything away before it can. That’s why we started planting.”

Nicole nods as they come around the denuded rise. Then, Nicole sees something that looks like a Christmas tree lot. A bunch of cute little pine trees, all in the same shape, most no bigger than her, all on a gentle slope right next to the stumps. Squealing delightedly, she dashes past Amber to duck down a narrow lane between two rows of the Christmas trees.

“Ooo! This is so neat, Amber! What is it?”

Amber smiles mildly, following Nicole’s darting with her eyes. “This is where we planted two years ago.”

Nicole trips to a stop, hearing this. “Two years? This is what happens?” She holds her hand at hip level, “Those little guys? Our little sprouts? They turn into… Christmas trees?!” She laughs again. This is the coolest thing ever.

Amber chuckles, too, nodding. “Yep, this is what happens… at first.” She plunges down another furrow between ranks of tiny evergreens, heads straight through the field. “Come on.”

On the other side, they come out to another road, this one with little weeds growing up between two ruts. She turns left, and as they go on she says, “The troop’s been doing this a long time. This is the road they used before the one they’re on now.”

Amber waves her arm at a lot to their right. “So, that one’s eight years old, almost as old as us.” Nicole notices how different it is. The trees are twice as tall as the girls, and have lost their cute, Christmas tree shape, going more scraggly and wild. “And the rest are all older than this.”

Each lot is marked by its own fork in the road, although as they go along these little spurs get more and more overgrown. So do the lots. Amber doesn’t narrate anymore, just lets the trees tell their own story. They grow larger and less evenly. Sometimes some deciduous trees have grown in among them, competing for the light. A few have already fallen over. For Nicole, this is the first time she’s really thought about how wild and powerful nature is, that it’s all these amazing forces constantly flowing together, changing everything. The walk’s all uphill, and it’s warm working on hot, but she wouldn’t miss what Amber’s showing her for anything.

Finally, Amber stops and wanders off into the woods to the edge of the grassy lane that used to be a road. Nicole picks her way in after her, pushing aside fragile looking bushes with dangling berries, stepping around pine saplings that look skinny because they grow in the shade of the forest. She hears a woodpecker, not too far off.

When she catches up to Amber, the girl is pointing to the ground at her feet. There’s a grayed, broken shard of tree lying there, and it takes Nicole a minute to realize that what she’s looking at is a sign, one that fell over a long time ago.

“Go ahead,” Amber says, a little proudly, “Check it out.”

Nicole kneels down and brushes off a few leaves. Some moss and some gray furry stuff (Lichen? Is that lichen?) have filled in bits of the carving, but by picking it up and turning it into the light, she’s able to read it.

The sign says, GES Troop 207 August 1992.

Astonished, she looks up to Amber, gaping. The forest they’re standing in was a cluster of seedlings planted by Scouts before she was even born.

“You know Cassidy’s and Joy’s mom?” Amber asks.

“Cheryl, yeah.”

“She helped plant this spot when she was a Scout.”

“Wow,” is all Nicole can manage, and for the next couple minutes they don’t say anything, just exploring this space that’s so natural and yet something that’s been created, by girls just like them. Amber seems very mellow and pleased, but what Nicole’s feeling is closer to awestruck. She looks up at the canopy of branches, so high above their heads, nodding a little in the warm breeze, making a rushing, lightly clattering sound.

“This is so amazing, Amber. I mean, my gosh.”

The girl holds out her arms again, like she did when they first took to the road, smiling broadly when she says, “It’s like, when I see this, I get the same feeling I do sometimes when I’m surfing or whatever. It’s like what my brothers told me when I started to play like them. When you first start out, it seems like you’ve got all these doubts or it’s not nearly good enough or whatever. But if you trust yourself, if you can just keep caring and keep with it, all it takes is time. You can do anything if you care enough and keep trying. Because, like, look at this…”

Nicole approaches her, Amber’s happy expression stays as she gets closer. Feeling a big swell of gratitude, Nicole just closes in and wraps her arms around Amber, squeezing her with cheerful affection. The feel of Amber’s body, her firm strength and the softness of her new curvy places, thrills her, so she stays pressed close. Amber chuckles, but hugs back. Nicole’s not sure she likes the laughing, so she kisses Amber on her smooth tan cheek, just to make her point.

Amber quits chuckling and squeezes back just as tightly. Then they part.

“Wow,” Amber says, her eyes narrow and a little sleepy.

“What?”

“I don’t normally get hugs. Not like that.”

“Is that okay?”

“Oh yeah,” Amber responds, with that slow, mellow smile. “It’s so cool.”

They traipse around the woods for a bit, just laughing and looking around, looking at each other. Then Amber decides it’s time to head back. Nicole makes her promise they’ll come back sometime, and then they go. They retrace their route, and she sees the process in reverse. It’s so amazing to think the Scouts did all this.

On the way back, she and Amber sneak little glances at each other, and when they both do it at the same time, they catch each other and smile. They don’t talk much but that’s okay. The path Amber follows is downhill, which is nice because they’re both a little warm from the walking and now they try to stay to the edge of the road where there’s some shade. After all the weirdness and turmoil of her day, Nicole’s grateful for the quiet to clear her head. Amber seems to sense that and let it be.

As they come around the bend that leads back to the Christmas trees, she spots someone coming up the road toward them. It doesn’t take a second for Nicole to recognize that it’s Lori, with her long slender legs, brown hair and rosy skin. The two girls stop short, hoping she’ll go some other direction but of course she doesn’t. A slow, kind of wicked grin crosses Lori’s delicate face as she keeps approaching.

“Well well well,” she calls out from a distance, “What’ve you two been up to, all alone out here?”

“Nothing you’d care about,” Amber fires back.

This is sharp enough to make Lori stop, still a few yards downhill. She takes a second, then shrugs. “I don’t know about that, I can be very caring.”

“Give it a rest, Lori.”

“I’m not here for you, anyway,” she says, focusing her attention on Nicole. “We never finished our conversation.”

Maybe it’s because she’s up higher, or further away, or just not on her knees in front of her, but Nicole doesn’t feel as flustered this time. “It felt like we did.”

“Oh, no. I still wanna know if you want that swimming lesson.”

“I – I think I’ll stick with Hanna at the pool, thanks.”

Lori puts her hands on her hips. “Pssh, Hanna. Hanna’s being a pill today, and Amber here is headed off to the big game in a few minutes. We’re both gonna need partners, and I think you should be mine.”

There’s enough truth to this that Nicole’s thrown off-balance a little. “Um, I dunno.”

“Well I do. You’ll have to listen to me. You’re not even a Scout yet. And if you wanna be one, you have to show that you can follow directions.”

Lori has her all confused again. It’s like what Katie said, only wrong somehow.

But then she sees something.

“So what’s it gonna be?” Lori presses. “Are you gonna be my little partner today?”

Nicole breathes easy. “I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Because of Robin.”

“Oh, is she your hero? She doesn’t make the rules, just ’cause she’s the oldest. What do I care about Robin?”

Amber barely stifles a laugh when she answers, “Because she’s right behind you.”

Lori rolls her eyes doubtfully, tosses a scant glance over her shoulder. When she sees Robin stalking up the road from the little tree lot, she freezes and her whole posture changes.

“Oh shit,” Lori mutters. Collecting herself quickly, she hollers, “Jesus, Robin! Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Nope,” Robin says, and keeps coming.

“Is this how you get off, following me around?”

Now Lori’s in the middle, about the same distance from Robin as she is from the two girls. Robin stops. “I follow you around for the same reason I follow a puppy around. To make sure she doesn’t stick her nose into everything she sees.”

Amber snorts.

Robin says, “Get over here.”

Lori stiffens and says, “No.”

“What?”

“I said no. I’ll do what I want.”

Even from this far away, Nicole can see Robin’s eyes blaze. She can only imagine what it must be like from as close as where Lori’s standing.

So she doesn’t blame her when the 13 year old breaks into a run, dashing down the fork in the road heading off downhill to her right, disappearing behind a screen of taller, slightly rangier Christmas trees. After only a second of consternation, Robin sets off in pursuit.

Amber and Nicole find themselves alone on the road after all this action. Nicole just feels relieved, but when she looks over at her athletic friend, her eyes are gleaming and her body almost seems to be humming. She’s looking off into the tangle of bushes and boulders off the road next to them.

“What?” Nicole asks.

Amber makes this gushing expression. “Ooo, Lori’s so screwed!” She finishes scanning the roadside and seems to make up her mind. “C’mon, let’s go see!”

Nicole finds herself picking up on Amber’s excitement. What happens when a Scout gets in trouble? She’s never even thought about it – all the girls are normally really sweet. And even though she likes to think of herself being a nice girl, she kinda wants to see Lori get punished for being so mean to her.

So when Amber crashes through the bushes on the roadside, Nicole scrambles to follow. It seems like Amber’s already picked out a route, darting between thick shrubs and jumping over a little log before working her way downhill on the boulders. She’s so confident she makes it look easy, but as Nicole tries to keep up, it’s really kind of hard. Afraid of losing her footing, she’s careful to step just where Amber did, but the dark pitted rocks are like velcro and her feet land firmly every time.

Suddenly Amber hops down from the rocks and crouches among all these bushes, peering down. When Nicole hops off too, Amber motions her to duck. Nicole mostly crawls down to this small clearing behind a big silver log where Amber has stopped. The sporty girl has a perky sheen of sweat, but Nicole’s having a hard time catching her breath – she feels so out of shape.

When she recovers, Amber’s pointing emphatically to the other side of the log. She leans up against it and very carefully peeks over the top.

It takes her a moment to orient her view and see Lori, downslope a ways and to their right, crossing below them from the ragged little grove of Scout-planted firs. She’s still trying to run, but she’s obviously winded and dragging her feet. She plods to a walk and looks back anxiously.

When Robin jogs into view, looking fresh and barely sweating, Lori stops, leans one hand on a knee and waves her arm at her pursuer.

“Okay, okay, enough, you win,” Lori pants. “Just… just… hold on a minute.”

Surprisingly, Robin does, leaving a few steps between them, when she demands, “Why are you chasing those two? Why aren’t you with Hanna?”

“Oh please. Hanna? She won’t leave the kiddie pool. I love her to death, but it’s so boring.”

“And you think some noob who hasn’t even joined is going to be better?”

“Well, you know… it’s like, thinking of breaking her in, teaching her right. You know how that is, don’t you?”

“God, now it’s just like you’re trying to piss me off,” Robin says, taking a menacing step closer.

Lori retreats a step. “Come on, come on. You remember, I know you do.”

Robin continues advancing, Lori keeps stepping away, but the distance between them is closing. Plus, the younger girl is backing toward a huge pine tree at the edge of the road. Her eyes are on Robin, she doesn’t see it.

Crouching low, Amber starts downslope a little further as the other two start to move out of sight. Nicole follows, nearly crawling, trying so hard to stay quiet, trying so hard to keep looking.

“It was different then,” Robin’s saying, “Everybody was ready, we were all Scouts. But you can’t pick on her. She hasn’t taken the oath, she’s never done an affirmation, she doesn’t know anything.”

“Maybe not,” Lori counters, “But have you, like, seen her face? She’s so curious, she’s up for anything. She’d love it.”

“Maybe she will… when she’s a Scout. Are you thinking at all? What if you scare her off?”

Lori pouts a little at that thought, then shrugs it off.

Robin persists. “What if you scare her off and she tells? What then?”

This brings Lori up short, allowing Robin to get close. Now Nicole can see they’re almost the same height, Lori’s just so slender by comparison. They’re standing within arm’s reach, searching each other’s faces when Lori says, “Okay, Robin, I get it, I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m just so…”

Lori waves her hands fruitlessly for a second, then suddenly she starts unbuttoning her Explorer blouse, shifting her hips as she hastily untucks it.

Nicole and Amber have crept to a spot only about twenty feet away and ten above. They can see the other two through a bough of that giant pine and a screen of little saplings whose leaves seem to twirl in the light warm breeze. Nicole knows she’s been spying a lot recently, and knows it’s bad. But she comforts herself thinking about how in every book of the Babysitter Mysteries, Emma and Hailey end up spying on the suspect and solving the mystery. So if it helps, maybe spying’s not so bad.

And then Lori shucks the khaki blouse down off her shoulders and Nicole can clearly see her small, high-riding, but totally for real teenage boobies, and it’s like all her thinking just shuts down. As the 13 year old works her way out of the sleeves Nicole drinks in her slender torso and cute flat tummy, but she keeps being drawn back to Lori’s breasts. They’re so pretty and alluring and her nipples are all puffy and even pinker than her skin.

Sparing a glance to Lori’s face reveals she’s locked her gaze on Robin, looking like she’s about to ask for a really big favor.

“Jesus, Lori,” Robin says, but Nicole thinks she hears a little fondness in that exasperation, her full lips fighting back a grin, “what am I going to do with you?”

Lori tosses her blouse onto the carpet of pine needles. “Come on, Robin. I remember when you were thirteen, you wanted me to be this way all the time.”

They’re both under the shade cast by the big tree now. Dappled light washes overs Lori’s sleek bare shoulders and back.

This time, it’s the younger girl who takes a step closer, saying, almost sadly, “You used to stare at me. What’s wrong? Am I too old for you now?”

She’s standing so close it’s very simple for Robin to reach out and close her hands around Lori’s waist. Lori sighs with what sounds like relief.

“You look even better now,” Robin admits, openly admiring Lori’s body. She runs her hands gently up and down the younger girl’s sides.

From her hiding spot, Nicole shivers, imagining how that would feel.

Robin’s touch roams a little more freely, over Lori’s lean back, around and up her tummy, until she’s lightly caressing the girl’s soft pretty boobies, all the while wearing a bemused grin. Lori watches Robin’s hands as they stroke her, her delicate eyebrows expressively arching, giggling a little breathlessly, but for the first time today looking like she’s actually happy.

Nicole glances over at Amber. She’s sitting on her haunches, elbows on knees, watching below with real concentration. She doesn’t notice Nicole peeking over.

Smoothing her hands down Lori’s flanks again, Robin’s fingertips toy with the waistband of the girl’s shorts, slowly reaching the front fastener. Lori looks down at what’s happening, then up into Robin’s face with big, questioning eyes.

With a smile that makes her strong cheekbones even stronger, Robin tells her, “Let’s get these off, and then I’ll give you what you need.”

Lori nods dumbly and Robin deftly unbuttons and unzips Lori’s shorts. They drop off her narrow hips and land with a flump around her boots and the hidden girls can see her naked body, long and slim and straight. Her bottom rides high and small and perky, just like her little titties, and there’s a vee of downy brown hair on her mound. A sheen of perspiration makes her whole body gleam. Robin holds her hand while Lori gracelessly wiggles the shorts off over her boots, and then she’s standing there in nothing else.

Next to Nicole, Amber makes this long sigh.

Lori’s looking at Robin with a a cheeky, playful smile. She reaches out to the buttons of Robin’s blouse, but Robin intercepts Lori’s hands with her own and, holding them gently away from her body, shakes her head. Lori gives her a confused, lopsided expression but doesn’t protest, especially when Robin starts moving her arms rhythmically, then her body. Lori picks up Robin’s slow rhythm and then they’re dancing, the naked teen and the fully clothed one. Robin gently leads her backward, their bodies swaying, toward the bole of the pine behind Lori.

It’s so cute and romantic and amazing that Nicole makes a little mew to see it. She covers her hand with her mouth, glances over at Amber to see if she’s been too loud. If she is, Amber hasn’t noticed. Her attention is riveted to the teens dancing below. She’s breathing deeply now, and she’s started to squeeze her chest, her own budding boobies, through her baseball jersey. Nicole can’t tell if Amber is aware that she’s doing either of these things – she’s totally caught up. But the tingling, jittery feeling Nicole feels racing through her body only gets stronger, knowing what her friend’s doing right next to her.

Down below, Robin’s teased Lori’s arms up over her head as they move. Lori tips her head back, eyes closed, a big happy grin across her wide mouth, so proud to be showing herself to her older friend. When Robin tugs, tenderly leading, Lori turns slowly around, showing her backside, showing her everything. Her boots, the only thing she’s still wearing, send up little puffs of dust as she does her turn.

Then when Lori’s back is turned, with a decisive speed Robin moves, grabbing Lori’s hair at the clip at the base of her neck with one hand, and seizing one of the girl’s bare hips with the other. A sudden jerk bends Lori deeply at the waist. She’s forced to reach out and grab the rough bark of the tree trunk in front of her to keep from falling forward.

Just as a small whimper escapes from the 13 year old, Robin releases her hip, raises her hand, and brings it down with an open-handed smack across the girl’s pale, raised rump.

Lori squeals, writhes, trying to get loose. Robin just grips her hair harder, forces her head further down,and spanks her again.

“Ow! Stop, quit it!”

“I told you I’d give you what you need,” Robin says in a low voice. “And for being such a brat, this is just what you need.” Her hand falls, slightly cupped, and claps against the firm peachy curve of Lori’s butt, again and again.

Lori continues to cry out, but there’s no words, just yelps and wails and whines. She keeps writhing, but can never quite escape Robin’s punishment, pinned and off-balance, her hair pulled tightly back in the older girl’s fist, helpless. Her tender little ass goes darker and darker pink as the spanking continues. She strains in an effort to look back at Robin, mouth open, eyes rolling.

From behind the cover of the leaves, Nicole watches all this with stunned wide eyes. Her hand stays over her mouth, but now it’s more to hide the shock than to keep quiet. It’s nothing like she’s ever seen before, it’s so crazy. It’s kind of scary to see Robin do that, to see Lori all naked and helpless and getting swatted. But part of Nicole enjoys seeing the mean girl stripped and punished, getting what she deserves. These thoughts whipsaw through her mind, but no matter which one’s louder in her head, she can’t deny the hot feelings throbbing all through her, centered on the melty, swollen place between her legs. She may be shocked, and confused, but she’s also aching with arousal.

What’s happening is so terribly naughty, and she’s being naughty just by watching it.

Her cheeks feel hot. She doesn’t dare look at Amber now. She’d be so embarrassed. Everything seems so vivid now, like earlier, only more. The colors are sharper, she hears every little sound, in nature and from below, and all the wild odors of forest and earth waft to her.

Robin suddenly relents, and the spanking ends. Her punishing hand now tenderly caresses the glowingly pink butt she created, soothing and teasing, fingertips tracing into the crack between the cheeks, between her legs, but only barely. At first, Lori lets out some quiet sobs, sorrowful and hurt. But as she feels Robin’s light touch in her delicate places, those sad noises get a little confused as sighs and groans get mixed in with her tearfulness.

“You know why I did that, don’t you?” Robin asks, so quiet Nicole can barely hear.

“Yes,” Lori replies, her voice still a little cracked. Tears streak her face as she looks over her shoulder up to Robin.

Still admiring Lori’s bottom, still lightly stroking, she asks, “You’re going to remember the rules from now on, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yeah I promise.”

Now, Robin is willing to look the girl in the eye, and it’s with a wry grin. “I do remember, you know. I remember enough to know you didn’t mind that as much as you acted.”

Lori gushes back, her expression doing the confessing for her.

Robin moves so that her pelvis is just behind Lori’s butt, then tugs her hair, pulling the 13 year old upright but still totally in control. The naked girl looks so slight compared to clothed Robin. Their bodies are almost touching. Lori’s eyes are closed, her face anxious.

Leaning against the side of Lori’s neck, Robin murmurs, “Maybe there’s something else you need.”

A tentative smile breaks for a second across Lori’s face.

Nicole lowers her hand from her mouth. She’s breathing so hard now she can’t have it there. Her whole body trembles, with guilt a little, and nervousness a lot, but with excitement most of all.

“Put your hands up again,” Robin suggests.

Her eyes stay closed, the smile flutters, as Lori lifts her arms, linking her hands over her head. One hand gliding up her bare back, the other releasing the girl’s long brown hair, Robin reaches up and takes them. All at once, it’s as though they’re in the dance again, picking up right where they left off. Except now Lori’s butt is an angry red, and fresh sweat shimmers down her body.

The hidden girls watch the two teens sway together for a moment, their bodies pressed together, then Robin slowly spins Lori to face her again. Their eyes meet, and there’s some kind of look that they share that’s not quite smiling but so intense and full of joy it gives Nicole’s puss a happy little spasm just to see it.

Then Robin leaves only one hand holding Lori’s hands overhead, while her other skims over her slippery skin to her waist, to the small of her back. And graceful as a gentleman in an old-time movie, Robin dips the younger girl, bending her until Lori’s head and shoulders rest against the tree trunk. She’s left off-balance again, arching her body, but she doesn’t seem to care.

Especially when Robin’s hand slips out from behind Lori’s back and begins stroking her tummy, her ribs, her armpits. Lori wiggles and breathlessly giggles, and when she does Nicole can see the muscles in her slim tummy go taut. Robin begins to pet Lori’s breasts, lightly, teasing, and Lori licks her lips, alternating between watching what Robin’s hands are doing, and gazing at the pleased grin on the older girl’s face as she studies the body she’s touching.

Seeing her squeeze Lori’s puffy nipples, Nicole can’t help but wonder how they feel to touch, how it feels to be touched that way. Her hand wanders to her Explorer top, presses into the soft fleshy pad on her chest, feeling her own hard nipple on her palm through the fabric. It’s so stiff it feels like it’s humming.

Now Robin’s hand trails lazily down Lori’s cute tummy, fingertips tickling in her navel, before wandering further down. Lori gasps, lifts her hips a little. Nicole can see just a hint of Lori’s pink muff as she opens her shivery legs, and by the time Robin’s fingers dawdle through the soft brown hairs just above it, Nicole’s mind goes crazy with anticipation, oh my god oh my god she’s gonna touch it she’s gonna let her touch it -

And then Robin does, just a light stroke down the tender cleft and back up again, fingertip resting right at the top where Lori’s shy pussy lips meet. The 13 year old lets out a happy whimpering noise. She holds Robin’s gaze intensely with her own, her expression practically begging.

Fingers slipping back down and covering Lori’s muff, Robin begins to rub her there, and Nicole can tell immediately by the look on Lori’s face, the way her hips move, the way she goes “mmf” and “ahh” that it feels just like it does for her when she squeezes herself. Nicole’s whole body is inflamed in sympathy to the girl’s pleasure, sweat has broken out all over, she’s chewing her lower lip as her breath gusts from her nose. The hand on her blouse is now roaming generally all over her chest and belly, but as nice as it feels it’s only making her hotter.

Then she hears Amber shift next to her, realizes she almost forgot she was there, and hears her say in that low, boyish voice Nicole’s come to like so much, “Oh damn, sex is so rad.”

Startled, feeling caught out, Nicole turns in Amber’s direction, and what she sees is as surprising and stimulating as what’s going on below. Amber’s pushed her tight baseball pants halfway down her firm thighs, and the gusset’s stretched tight between her open knees. From the side, the curve of her strong bottom is even more enticing than Nicole expected. Amber’s tan lines, just below and above her hip, are stark. Without the sun, the sporty girl’s skin is peachy pale. And those hips, that bottom, are rolling in steady motion, because Amber’s got one arm down between her legs. And from the way her arm’s moving, her hand’s moving quickly over her own puss, playing with herself.

She can hear this squishy sound coming from down there, and the sighing breeze brings this new tangy, musky scent to Nicole’s nose. She knows she’s smelling in between Amber’s legs, almost as if she’d put her nose there. The thought sends a huge shudder through her, and she makes a little groan from it.

Amber blinks and looks over at the sound, at her. It seems like maybe she forgot Nicole was there, too. Her arm slows but doesn’t quite stop, but that dreamy expression on her tawny face gets concerned as she looks Nicole over. Nicole imagines she must look totally clueless, because that’s how she feels.

But Amber just gives her this slow, cajoling grin. “You do it too, right?”

She doesn’t think she nods, but she must, because Amber’s sly grin turns into a smile, “Go ahead then,” she whispers conspiratorially. “It’s so hot.” Her own arm starts to pick up the pace as she looks down at the teens again.

Nicole shrugs into herself, so bashful. But when she returns to looking under the tree too, it’s suddenly like she can’t help herself. Robin’s rubbing Lori fast between her legs now, and Lori’s face is nearly as hot pink as her butt was just a few minutes ago. She’s gasping and whining and straining, but her eyes are locked on Robin, and that pleading look hasn’t left them, however flush she might be.

Nicole feels her hand stray up the smooth sun-warmed skin of her thigh, creeping into the cuff of her Explorer shorts. It’s like her puss is crying out to be touched, and the 10 year old awkwardly rucks up the leg of her shorts to obey.

That first touch of her finger to her damp delicate pussy lips is so blissful she nearly tips over. She looks at the teens, and feels the hot softness under her fingers, and starts to squeeze herself. Her muff is slick and slippery, each pressing sends a huge rush of pure pleasure into her, soothes the ache and makes her so, so happy.

Down below, Lori’s eyes pinch shut, her mouth wide open almost like she’s in pain. But Nicole knows now, she knows that look is the opposite of pain, that Lori feels so good that she’s getting into that dizzy, scary place where it seems there’s a peak that you might fall off. Lori squirms, still bent back with her hands overhead.

Then she suddenly stiffens, her breath is short, trapped gasps, she seems to quiver, rigid.

Robin soothingly goes, “Mmm-hmm…”

And then Lori flexes and cries out in pleasure, in urgency, in relief. Her hips buck, her tummy is shuddering and rolling. Her rosy skin is blushing bright from her hairline all the way to the tops of her adorable little boobies.

Nicole’s squeezing herself tightly watching all this, feeling her puss practically gush between her fingers, getting a bit of that floating, building sensation she knows Lori felt. But even through this ecstatic haze, she know she’s seen something important. There is an edge, and you can go over, and going over might feel even better than climbing up.

Robin chuckles indulgently, still gently caressing Lori between her legs. The 13 year old’s eyes open and look to the girl tending to her, a sweaty, grateful smile blooming on her face.

Lori squirms, suddenly ticklish, and tries to wiggle free of Robin’s touch. She laughs a little childishly as her shapely eyebrows appeal for mercy.

But instead Robin gives a forceful shove against Lori’s wrists, pinning them to the bark overhead. Her other hand cups, presses, and goes right back to rubbing, even harder and faster than before.

Lori arches her back, all the muscles on her slender naked body tightening.

“Nuh!” she grunts, “No wait, wait waitwait ooooooohhhh god, god, aaaaahhhh…” and she trails off into a voiceless wail as the intensity of the feeling overwhelms her. Her face screws up into an agony of pleasure, an endless cry of sheer irresistible joy.

Next to her, Amber is reaching some kind of climax, too. Nicole risks a glance. It’s so intense, seeing a friend doing that to herself, pretty and exciting and embarrassing all at once. Amber’s hips are kind of jerking, and she makes these happy-kitty noises, halfway between a purr and a growl, getting more and more frequent.

Nicole squeezes her slick little muff, gratifying the urge that watching Amber brings. It seems so natural, she just has to let her body do it. Amber trembles and bends forward, one hand on the ground to support her as she humps her hips jerkily against the other, her breath chuffing out with more little growls. And Nicole keeps touching herself, feeling closer to Amber because they’re doing it together, even though that big over-the-cliff feeling still eludes her.

As Amber recovers, Nicole flips her copper brown hair out of her face and looks back down at the intense play of the teens. Lori is quivering terribly, she looks like she might cry. But her hips belie the suffering she seems to be feeling, rising up higher to push into Robin’s furious rubbing, thrusting back against her exquisite attention.

Nicole sees Lori start to climb into that dizzying bliss again, even more sharply this time. As she watches that climb she tries to rub her puss the way Robin is doing to Lori, quickly up and down with as much pressure as the squeezing she does. The moment she starts she feels an eruption of ecstasy billow up in her tummy. Her legs quake and she gulps for breath. Her pussy loves it, this speed, this crazy electrical sensation, but after only a few seconds she can tell that she’ll scream if she goes for even a little bit longer. It’s just too much, too much.

It’s too much for Lori, too. With a piping squeal, her body convulses, hips bucking sharply into the air, into Robin’s hand, over and over. Lori tosses her head, brown hair tumbling over her pink shoulders, just going, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” Soon those thrusts lose their rhythm, become wobbly-legged trembling, and if Robin wasn’t cupping her between the legs, Lori would probably just collapse.

With a shift and a heave, Robin lifts Lori back upright. But the naked girl simply pitches forward into Robin, flinging her arms around her neck and clinging to her, wrapping one slender leg around Robin’s hip. Nicole can see her back rise with each gasping breath, can see the shudders run all through her slender nude body. She doesn’t know why, but it’s so beautiful, seeing her like that. She gives herself a few more squeezes. Her fingers are soaked; it’s never been like this.

Beside her, Amber is trying to stay low and quiet and hike up her baseball pants all at the same time. It isn’t going so well. Dust rises, and if the teens below weren’t so distracted, Nicole is sure they’d get caught. She reluctantly draws her fingers out from the leg of her shorts, even though her puss is more excited and frustrated than ever.

Amber crawls over to Nicole with a chagrined smile on her red face that almost hides the naughty pride she’s feeling. She wordlessly indicates they should skedaddle back up the boulders.

Before she turns to go, Nicole casts one last look down at the teens who have unwittingly shown her so much. Lori draws back, looks affectionately into Robin’s brown eyes. Robin’s Cheshire-cat grin is harder to read.

“You know what?” Lori murmurs, “I think maybe you are Wonder Woman.” She nuzzles the older girl’s neck, and Robin’s eyes close with a quiet delight, the grin widening into a smile.

She and Amber climb up the rocks, clinging like lizards. It’s much harder going up than it was coming down. The sun feels hotter. But soon they’re picking their way back through the bushes to the road, brushing the dust and little prickles off their clothes.

All during the climb out, Nicole’s mind starts working again. She knows now, she knows, what the Scouts do in secret. At least some of it, and it dazzles her to think that there might be more than this. It’s so wild and dirty, it’s kind of scary. She hasn’t seen anyone spanked in ages, and certainly never with the other stuff all mixed in. Her feelings about it are all over the place, but what surprises her most is that she likes it, all of it, despite how strange it seems.

She was right there with them, doing those things between her legs, naughty and wonderful. They were all doing it, together. And in those moments, as weird and crazy as they were, she felt like she belonged with them. Even though the big shaking feeling is still a mystery, Nicole senses she’s seen the bare, trembling heart of the Scouts.

And it’s incredible. She’s hungry for more, to unravel it all.

Call it, The Case of the Happy Naughty Pleasure Girls. And for the first time, she feels like she’s hot on their trail.

Continue on to Chapter 8

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 128

  • Posted on May 24, 2016 at 3:57 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Standing naked in the dark, my hands running all over the 7-year-old’s body, kissing her, shoving my tongue into her mouth, rubbing her little clit with moistened fingers…

I could’ve gone for hours and hours like that, fondling and kissing the sexy young Samantha, but we both understood we couldn’t keep it up too long, not just then anyway. After a minute or so of arousing erotic play, we managed to restrain ourselves. I broke the kiss and whispered to Molly, who was next to me, our arms still linked, “I’ve got Samantha.”

“Okay,” my sister replied, in a loud whisper, “I have Abbie too. So, um, we only need Whitney now.”

“All right,” I said, “let’s keep looking.”

I got to kiss just one more girl — but when I did, I got another hickey! This one was from my sister Kate. Except she didn’t do it on my neck. Instead, she eagerly sucked the skin of my breast, just above my left nipple.

Jesus, I was getting so turned on! My pussy was on fire, my nipples throbbing. I was trembling with excitement — and while Kate was sucking my breast, passionately bruising me, I had a finger shoved deep inside her cunt, fucking her. She was just as wet as I was. In fact, the smell of pussy was very strong in the room. Lots of girls had their juices flowing.

Suddenly Molly grabbed my arm. Not bothering to whisper this time, she said, “We found Whitney! Come on!”

I opened my eyes. It was dark, and I couldn’t see much, but there was no mistaking Molly’s pretty face, beaming at me. “Come on, let’s go!” She tugged my arm.

“It’s okay,” said Kate, “if you have all five, you can go out.”

And so we did. But when we reached the door, we found another team there, running out into the hall just ahead of us. Other girls were crowding close behind us too. It appeared that all four teams had been united at nearly the same time.

We raced downstairs. Well, not too fast, because it was kind of risky in the dark. But we hurried as fast as we would, laughing and jostling, the little ones squealing with glee.

Finding the evil scientists wasn’t too difficult. They weren’t trying very hard to hide. But finding the bottles containing the secret formula — that was more of a challenge.

My team first caught up with Megan. We found her crouching behind an armchair, and as she got up to run away, we seized the tall redhead, pulling her to the floor. Now she had the hands of five eager young girls all over her, grabbing, groping, searching. Where was that bottle?

Buttons popped off her blouse, clattering away. Underneath she wore a thin cotton tank top. Our fingers probed. I heard the sound of ripping fabric. Megan screamed and laughed in delight. Then I felt warm skin, and a brassiere. I pulled at the bra, but it wouldn’t come loose, it wouldn’t tear. So instead I reached my hands inside the cups. I found breasts, hard nipples, but no secret formula.

Other members of my team were working down lower. Megan was wearing cargo shorts, with numerous pockets. They all had to be searched, or at least felt from the outside. Nothing was found. Then the shorts started to come off. Girls opened them, yanking them down to her knees.

“There it is!” Samantha cried. “In her undies!”

Sure enough, that’s where the small plastic bottle was, wedged between the woman’s legs, inside her underwear. I grabbed at the panties, tugging them down. Someone else helped me, though in the frenzy I’m not sure who it was.

Megan tried to keep her thighs squeezed tightly together, holding the bottle, but with so many girls pulling all at once it was impossible for her to resist.

“I got it!” shouted Molly, holding the bottle aloft. “Come on!”

“Come on!” shrieked Whitney, even louder. She’d seemed shy and quiet earlier, but not any more.

But where should we go next? We stood up, looking around. Then we noticed Paula, lying on the floor behind the sofa. Girls were all over her, their hands going everywhere, trying to find the secret formula. It was the green team. I saw Riley grab her mother’s breasts, pawing her. Paula’s sweater was pulled up, along with a t-shirt underneath it, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. There was no sign of a bottle there, but Riley seemed intent on searching thoroughly, running her hands all around the woman’s chest and sides.

“I think I found it!” cried Hannah. She was reaching under Paula, who was on her back. But before we could see if they’d actually located the secret formula, we heard a scream, “No!”

It was Molly. Megan had snuck up from behind, snatching the bottle away from her. “No!” Molly yelled again.

Now we had to chase Megan around the room, except we didn’t catch her. Not initially, anyway. Another group, the gold team, tackled her first, and then we jumped on top of the pile. With Alexa sitting on the redhead’s face, smothering her (which I’m sure Megan didn’t mind at all), Kate tugged at her fingers, soon wrenching the bottle free.

And so it went on. Twenty screaming naked girls pursuing four half-dressed women, gradually tearing off more and more of their clothes — and with the plastic bottles containing the secret formula continually changing hands, again and again. One team never seemed to keep hold of any of the prizes for long.

After a while, however, the superior strength and agility of the gold team — and of Kate and Alexa in particular — began to win out. They’d gained possession of two of the bottles, and then three. Now they would need only one more.

But then something funny happened. I’d noticed that the red team, which was overall the youngest, and which included three novices, newcomers to the game, definitely was having the least success. They almost never seemed to get their hands on a bottle, not even for a second or two. It wasn’t for lack of trying. They certainly had enough energy, and were making as much noise as anyone else, if not more. But they rarely had anything to show for all their effort.

Then the tables turned. The gold team, with three bottles in their grasp — one held by Alexa, one by Kate, and one by Lindsey — was chasing after Dana, trying to secure the final component of the formula, and of their victory. By then, Dana was completely nude. My mom was too. Paula still had her sweater on, along with a t-shirt, but nothing below the waist except a pair of socks. Megan wore only her bra.

The gold team pursued Dana, who could run really fast, while the rest of us ran after them. Around and around we went, from the family room into the dining room, into the kitchen, and then back into the family room, yelling and laughing the whole way.

Suddenly Kate, the nearest pursuer to Dana, tripped over something, and Alexa, close behind, tripped over her. Did Kate fall down on purpose? Was it deliberate? I wasn’t sure. But the result was that the other teams following along all ended up tripping over them too and going down in a big heap. All except the red team, that is, which as usual was bringing up the rear — and which in this case managed to avoid the pileup.

Three bottles bounced free, the ones the gold team recently had possessed. Sarah pounced on one bottle, Emily on another, and Bridget on a third. Then Peyton and Chelsea pounced on Dana. She was sitting on the floor, laughing, overcome with hilarity, and was thus unable to put up much of a struggle (or so it seemed), allowing the little girls to fairly easily take the bottle away from her.

I was somewhere in the middle of the jumble of girls, and could hardly move, but I was able to see that the other three moms made only a token effort to stop the red team. The women shouted and feigned grabs, but then watched happily as the five kids, led by Sarah, pounded up the stairs.

The rest of us, meanwhile, untangled ourselves and got up as fast as we could to resume the chase, but by then it was too late. We raced upstairs and ran down the hall to Mommy’s room, only to find five cute girls sitting on the bed, beaming at us. Someone had switched on the light, and there they were: Bridget, Emily, Sarah, Peyton, and Chelsea, all nude, all smiles, all sweaty and happy.

My mother began to cheer, “Red team wins! Hurray for the red team!” Everyone joined the applause, congratulating the girls on their victory.

After gabbing with one another for a few minutes, exchanging opinions on how the game had gone, we headed downstairs again to the family room. By then it was close to 10:00 o’clock, but no one seemed a bit sleepy, not even the littlest kids. We were having too much fun!

Mommy and Dana went to the kitchen, telling us they would bring refreshments for us. We all plopped down wherever we were — on the sofa, the chairs, the floor, or on each other — still laughing and happy and chattering away. Meanwhile, Paula and Megan both took off the remaining clothing they had on, so everyone was nude, twenty girls and four moms. Then Megan put on a CD, One of the Boys by Katy Perry.

Dana came out carrying a tray that held a couple dozen paper cups filled with cold lemonade. She set it on the coffee table and we started grabbing the drinks, gulping them down. We were thirsty! Dana went back to the kitchen, returning with a tall pitcher of lemonade and refilling our cups as needed.

My mom brought out five big gift boxes of chocolates, all different kinds. Awesome! She opened the boxes and handed them out, telling us to pass them around, then poured snifters of brandy for the women. While the kids dug into the candy, the mothers toasted each other. After clinking glasses, Paula tipped hers back, draining it in one long swallow. She asked for another and received it. The other women drank more slowly, Megan hardly at all.

When the song “I Kissed a Girl” came on, a few of the kids jumped up and started dancing to it, singing along. Pretty soon everyone else had joined in, including the moms. We sang and danced and laughed, and some of us kissed at the appropriate points.

As the song came to an end, Megan pushed a button to make it play a second time. We were even louder on this next go ‘round, singing at the top of our lungs — and this time all the girls and women kissed a girl. It was so much fun.

After that, most of us sat down again, but some of the girls kept on dancing: Kate and Sarah and Ashley and a couple of others. Dana danced with them too for a while. She was really good, super sexy. We all liked watching her.

The rest of us took it easy, sampling the candy, listening to the music, talking. It was pretty amazing just to sit and look around the room, seeing all those lovely naked bodies, such a wide range of ages, the various stages of development. What a great night that was.

Finally, at about 10:30, Mommy said, “All right, I think we should try to get this place arranged now for the big sleepover. We’ll have to move some of the furniture around to make enough room for all of you.”

So, we got up and went to work. We pushed the sofa and chairs and end tables away from the middle of the room, creating a large open space. Then we got out a bunch of blankets, sheets, comforters, and pillows, even dragging some down from our bedrooms upstairs, and laid them on the floor. When we finished, we had a rough series of sleeping spots set up close together in two rows of ten.

The CD was over by that time. The lemonade pitcher was empty, and the chocolates mostly gone. After turning off all the lamps except one, my mom began kissing each of us, saying goodnight. I wondered then if Paula might get dressed and go home. As far as I knew, she hadn’t said anything about staying over, but apparently she’d made that decision — because she kissed each of the girls too and said goodnight, as did Dana and Megan, and then all four women went up to Mommy’s room.

Next we had to figure out who would sleep where. That took some discussion and negotiation, but eventually everyone seemed satisfied with the arrangement and we settled in. I don’t remember where all the kids were, what order we were in (I didn’t write it down), but I was near the end of one of the rows, with Hannah next to me on my left. Alexa was on my other side, at the very end of our row. We were head to head with the other girls.

Nothing too extreme happened after that. We chatted for a while with the light still on about the Undercover Spy game and about the Nipple Test that had preceded it. Our excited conversations overlapped and included plenty of laughter. Someone soon suggested we play Truth or Dare, which we did, but even though we were all still nude, none of the dares accepted or secrets revealed were much more than you might expect from any typical group of young teen and pre-teen girls.

Eventually the lamp was turned off. There followed some kissing in the dark, although again nothing that wouldn’t take place at just about every sleepover. Within twenty or thirty minutes, it became quiet. I was almost sure everyone was asleep by that time. But then I heard a voice, a faint whisper, almost inaudible.

“Julie? You awake?” It was Alexa.

I was lying on my back with my eyes closed, making mental notes about the entry I would want to make in my journal the next day. Turning my head, I looked at the pretty blonde. There was enough light that I easily could see her face. It still amazed me that she was there at all — a junior in high school, a 16-year-old, goofing around with all us younger kids and apparently enjoying it a lot.

“Uh-huh,” I whispered back, smiling at her.

“Hi,” she grinned, her eyes, shining. “I had fun. I’m really glad I came.”

“Me too.”

“But, um, Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure, of course.”

“Well, this is kind of like a secret, a big secret, something I wouldn’t even tell in Truth or Dare, you know?”

“Okay.”

“See, it’s… I mean, well, I’m a cheerleader, you know, and kind of popular at school and everything, if that doesn’t sound too much like bragging. But the thing is, everybody thinks I’m just a normal sort of girly-girl, that I like boys and all that, but, I mean… actually, I like girls more, a lot more.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Have you told anybody else?” I asked. “Or, like, ever done anything about it?”

“Well, I do have one friend nobody knows about. She and I — but, I mean, you can’t tell anyone about this, okay? — I’ll tell you, though, ‘cuz I like you, but you can’t tell anyone else.”

“All right, I won’t, I promise.”

“So, my friend is like me. We both like girls, not boys, but we can’t let anybody know, because they’d be so mean. But anyway, we, um, we’ve done stuff. You know, kissing, and more than that too.”

“Okay.”

“Have you, I mean, have you ever done stuff like that with a girl?” she asked.

“Uh-huh, lotsa times.”

“I thought so. I could kinda tell. I hope you don’t mind if I say that.”

“No, I don’t mind.”

“So, um, do you like boys too, or only girls?”

“Only girls, definitely.”

“Me too,” she giggled.

Neither of us said anything more for several seconds. Alexa was lying on her side, head resting on her hands. The teen gazed at me, looking into my eyes, then down at my lips. She licked her own lips. Finally, she whispered, “Okay, well, g’night.”

“G’night. But —” I began, before stopping.

“What is it?”

“Is it all right if I … give you a goodnight kiss?”

“Sure,” she grinned, wagging her eyebrows.

I moved closer to her. We were under the same set of sheets and blankets, so it was simply a matter of raising them and sliding over a bit.

“G’night, Alexa,” I breathed, bringing my mouth to hers.

We kissed twice, once with our lips together, and then a second time with our mouths open, our tongues connecting, teasing, exploring. As we were kissing that way, I reached my hand to her breast, finding the nipple, gently squeezing it.

When my finger touched her nipple, Alexa gave a sharp intake of breath. Her whole body shuddered. “Julie,” she whispered, before kissing me again, even more deeply. She placed a hand on my cheek, then slid it down to my shoulder, but didn’t go any lower.

As we ended our third kiss, the blonde sighed, her forehead against mine. “God, I, I wanna do more, but I mean, not now. Maybe, um, maybe, you know, some other time… soon, I hope.”

“Okay, I hope so too.” My hand was still on her breast. I rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the girl tremble again.

“So, um, g’night, I guess,” she said.

“Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

“Yeah,” Alexa giggled, “I think they will be.”

After one more soft kiss, with no tongues, she turned away, onto her side. I lay on my back again, just thinking about everything, all the stuff I wanted to write in my journal, until finally I fell asleep.

* * *

Hickeys. How would the kids explain those to their parents?

When we’d finished the Undercover Spy game, we discovered that more than half the girls were sporting hickeys on their necks. Everyone on the gold team (Alexa, Kate, Alyssa, Lindsey, and Sadie) had a big one — it was how they did their secret kiss, and they’d practiced by planting them on each other. Later, in the dark in Molly’s bedroom, they’d given hickeys to another seven girls, including me. That brought the total to an even dozen.

By the time morning came, six more kids showed love bites, presumably acquired during our kissing session before going to sleep. This left only two little girls, Peyton and Erika, with unblemished necks.

As we all got up and started going around comparing our marks, it was somehow decided we should make it completely universal: this would be the official sign proving you’d attended our party and played the game. Erika and Peyton quickly agreed, asking to receive their own hickeys. Other girls whose marks were considered too faint wanted theirs improved.

So, when the four moms clad in robes came downstairs at about 8:30, they were greeted by quite a sight — twenty naked girls sitting on the floor of the family room, with a good portion of them hungrily sucking at another girl’s neck. The women stood and watched us for a moment, chuckling and shaking their heads, then went in to prepare breakfast.

At around 10:00, as planned, cars began to arrive, picking up the kids. Some girls who lived close by left to walk home. I couldn’t help wondering if there would be repercussions about the hickeys, how in the world they might be explained away, especially by the younger ones. But nothing ever came of it. We never heard a word of complaint.

And as time went by, with the fame of the Undercover Spy game spreading through the school and around our neighborhood and even beyond, it became almost impossible to find a girl of between, say, 7 and 17 years old who didn’t have a hickey or hadn’t been given one at some point by another girl. In fact, when you’re out sometime, take a good look around you at girls that age. If you see one with a nice love bite on her neck, chances are she’s played Undercover Spy.

Continue on to Chapter 129

A Mother/Daughter Journey, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 23, 2016 at 5:25 pm

The Hangover

By Mommy Janice

I woke, the following morning, to the sound of my sweet daughter’s voice.

“Mommy, Mommy,” Angie proudly exclaimed, “I made you breakfast!”

I peeked from under my covers to see her beaming. Her smile was from ear to ear. She was holding a tray with a bowl of cereal and glass of orange juice. I sat up and put the tray on my lap. She snuggled next to me in bed.

“Mommy, Carol said I should be your special helper today.”

“Why?” I asked. “Why did Carol say that, baby?”

Angie answered, “Carol said you had too much wine last night.”

OMG, did I have wine! My mind began to flood with the memories of the night before. I remembered how Carol dipped her finger into her wine glass and then caressed my six-year-old daughter’s innocent nipples with her wet finger. The vision of Carol’s caresses made me quiver and quake. I remembered how I exploded with a raging orgasm.

My memories were interrupted when Angie said, “Last night, Carol also told me you’d make a lotta trips to the bathroom. She said I didn’t have to worry. That’s what happens after too much wine.”

OMG! TOO MUCH WINE!!!

The volcanic orgasm from last night began to stir. The images of the night before overwhelmed me with love and lust for my darling daughter. I felt searing heat in my sex.

“Sweetie, Mommy needs to go to the bathroom,” I said.

Unable to control my urges, I hurried in and shut the door. Pulling up my nightgown, my finger plunged into my searing pussy. Lust and love spewed from my oozing cunt. Hot lava, exploding in wave after glorious wave of orgasmic bliss, Issued from within me. For the last two years, I had had feelings of love and lust for Angie. Years of repressed feelings were freed.

My heart burst with joy as I imagined Angie’s sweet nipples caressed by Carol. The orgasm dominated me, my mind losing contact with reality. Volcanic eruptions poured from my sex, squirting nectar from my pussy as wave after wave crashed through me. I stuffed a washcloth in my mouth to muffle my screams.

“Angie, I LOVE you!”

Mother and daughter were bound forever together. Even when my body began to give out, the orgasm was relentless. I was having trouble sitting on the toilet. I fell to the floor. Another eruption followed by a moment of calm. I had one last eruption. My eyes filled with tears of joy and forbidden lust. Then, finally, I was free. The volcano rested. It took several minutes to regain my composure.

My sex was matted and sticky with pee and pussy juice, my body drenched with sweat. I needed a shower. Stepping in, it was a relief to feel the warm water cascading over my body. Basking in the feelings of my love for Angie, I caressed my body with scented soap.

My pussy hair was a mess of cum juice, sweat, and pee. This would not do, if there were to be more volcanic orgasms (which I knew there would be). A naughty thought entered my mind. “If I shaved,” I thought, “my pussy would look like my six-year-old daughter’s.”

As I shaved, I saw my pussy emerge. It was just like Angie’s, smooth and soft. Stepping out of the shower, I found a mirror and gazed at my hairless sex. Admiring its similarity with Angie’s pussy, I began to rub myself.

I felt rumblings, another orgasmic wave approached. Images of Angie’s smooth mound filled my head. “Not again,” I whispered. The fiery volcano erupted. I fell to the floor. My pussy was flooded with pulsating warmth. Thoughts of fire and water, love and lust, mother and daughter, filled my mind. My entire being was given over to the volcanic discharge from my cunt.

Finger-fucking myself with shameless abandon, I cried, “Angie, Mommy loves you, Mommy wants to fuck you!”

“Oh my god,” I said to myself, after the orgasm passed. “I can’t believe I really thought that. Mothers don’t have those feelings for their daughters.”

I tried to put the thought out of my mind while I dried, dressing in sweat pants and a zippered sweatshirt. When I finally left the bathroom, Angie was no longer in my bed. I found her in the family room watching cartoons.

“Are you ok?” I asked her.

“I’m fine, Mom. How are you?”

“Too much wine,” I said.

“Carol was right,” she said. “I will be your special helper today. Don’t worry, Mom.”

We made brunch. I was quite hungry and in need of protein. We enjoyed cooking the bacon and eggs together. As we finished eating, Angie told me Candice had phoned earlier. When she handed me the phone number, our fingers touched. I felt a thrill and remembered how sweet it was when Candice nursed her daughter. I decided to call her.

“Hello, Candice, this is Janice. Angie said you called.”

Candice replied, “Yes, I did call. Carol called me earlier this morning and said you might have had too much wine last night, and asked me to check on you.”

I said, “The Russian River wine was good.” I wanted to add, “but Angie was excellent!” but didn’t.

Even though I didn’t say it, Candice knew what I was thinking, I later found out.

“If you want, we could come over and keep company with you and Angie,” Candice offered.

“That’s very kind of you. Yes, please do come over,” I said. Candice ended the conversation with “Ariel and I will be over in an hour or so.”

That gave me just enough time to dry my hair and get the place picked up. Volcanic eruptions cause quite a mess around the house.

Two hours later they arrived. Angie took Ariel, who was also six years old, up to her bedroom to play with her dolls. Candice and I sat on the family room couch.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“A little shaky,” I replied.

“I can imagine you might be confused,” Candice said, with an understanding smile. She continued, “It was after Carol’s first visit to our house that I had many confusing and conflicting feelings.”

I thought to myself how comforting it was to know I was not the only one to have these feelings. “Do you still have them?” I asked.

Candice replied, “I have the feelings, but not the confusion.”

We sat in silence for a while. I was not ready to find out more about myself. I did restart the conversation, but it concerned our children’s schooling, current events, and other non-provocative topics.

Later, we decided to order out for dinner, after which the girls wanted to watch The Little Mermaid. It was Ariel’s favorite, naturally, since she was named after the leading character. About halfway through the movie, Ariel began to unbutton her mother’s blouse. I watched as her delicate little fingers slipped each button through the buttonhole. I felt tingling between my legs. Ariel gently opened the blouse, exposing her mother’s bra and tummy. Candice had much larger breasts than mine.

Ariel looked up at her mother and said, “Mommy, I’m hungry.”

Candice looked lovingly down on her daughter and said, “Do you want candy, sweetie?”

“Yes please, Mommy,” she replied.

Candice was wearing a nursing bra. She unfastened the flap and took out her right breast for Ariel. She squeezed the base of her breast, and then brought it to her daughter’s eager mouth. Ariel latched on and began sucking. Her innocent little body relaxed. She had that lovey-dovey look I had seen before at the group meeting. Candice’s face looked serene.

My sex warmed. The love between mother and daughter was sensual and intimate. I looked down to see my own daughter’s expression. I could tell that she, also, wanted to nurse.

“Darling, do you want to nurse Mommy?” I asked.

She did not answer. Instead, she unzipped my sweatshirt and opened it , like Ariel had done, exposing my naked breasts. I was not wearing a bra. My breasts were much smaller than Candice’s. Nevertheless, my six-year-old daughter was able to latch on and began sucking.

One couch, two moms nursing their daughters. It was a moment of beauty. Our girls fell asleep, still attached to our nipples. Candice and I sat very still, not wanting to disturb our lovely daughters. I reached out and took Candice’s free hand. We sat there, hand in hand, cradling our babies in our arms.

When the movie ended, we sat quietly, not wanting to wake the girls. Also, we were sharing feelings of intimacy, love, and lust. It was incest.

Incest! For the first time, I became aware of my true feelings for Angie. I wanted her. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to be her lover.

Candice whispered in my ear, “You are in love with her, aren’t you?”

My initial reaction was to say, “Yes, I love her.”

But, that was not what Candice said. She said in love. It was only two little letters, but they changed my life. Then, much to my surprise, I said to Candice, “Stay here tonight.” She nodded yes.

I slowly arose, holding Angie in my arms. Candice followed. We quietly took our daughters to Angie’s bedroom. I pulled back the covers and placed her on the bed. Candice gently placed Ariel next to Angie. We undressed them, leaving only their panties on. I pulled up the covers. Then, we stood in the doorway, watching our sleeping babies. It was a beautiful and satisfying moment to see our little daughters sleeping, safe and sound.

“Come with me,” I said, taking Candice’s hand.

I led her into my bedroom. Facing each other, I removed her blouse and bra and she removed my sweatshirt. She put her arms around me, my small nipples nestling into her motherly breasts.

“Angie loves you,” Candice whispered, “and you are in love with Angie.”

“Yes, I am in love with Angie,” I replied.

Candice stepped back, bent down, and slowly removed my sweatpants. Then she put me in bed, laying me on my back. I felt like a child whose mother was putting her to bed. I watched as Candice removed her pants and panties. She slipped in next to me, her hand cupping my sex, waking the volcano deep within my being.

Lava was beginning to ooze from my pussy. It emerged slowly. It was warm and slippery. At first her finger circled my clit. Then she moved it to my entrance.

“Your love for Angie is deep,” she said.

“Yes,” I uttered.

“More than love, you are in love with her.” Candice said.

My cunt erupted. Gooey nectar flowed out of me. She pushed two fingers into my vagina. A primal moan emerged from deep within my being. The orgasm consumed me. I felt the depth of my love for Angie. My feelings for my daughter were named. I was in love with her. Another primal moan emerged. Candice slowly pressed her fingers deeper, and then pumped my cunt.

“Oh god,” I cried, “I love you Angie, love you, love you. I am in love with you, my darling. I am your lover.”

Candice rode the orgasm with me, gently pumping my cunt. I don’t know how long it lasted. When it finally passed, I opened my eyes to see Candice smiling. I smiled back.

“Now, honey, Mommy is going to nurse you to sleep,” she said.

She brought her nipple to me. I latched on and began to coo and moan. I was calm and completely relaxed. She gently caressed my forehead as I drifted off into the lovey-dovey dreamland of sleep.

I awoke the next morning feeling wonderful, amazed at what a good night’s sleep will do for the body and mind. Candice was already up, dressed, and waking Ariel. When they were ready to leave, she came into my room and kissed me goodbye. I smiled and wished her a wonderful day.

That day and the next were filled with work for me and school for Angie. It was Wednesday morning when I began to think about our group meeting. Feelings of sensual love began to fill my mind and body. At the group meeting, I sat next to Candice. Our daughters were quick to nurse, as were many of the other children.

Carol informed the group about our dinner last Saturday and me having too much wine. There was a general chuckle among the mothers. As I soon discovered, Carol had previously had dinner with all the moms and wine was always present.

After the formal part, as usual, the mothers clustered into groups of two or three. I was chatting with Candice and another mom, Zoe. As we were talking, Carol came to us and said, “Janice, Candice, come with me.”

We followed her into the anteroom. As we sat on the couch, Carol locked the door.

“We need a moment of privacy.” Carol said in a tender tone I had not heard before.

“You two have come to a point where you will need to depend on each other. I know you are both in love with your daughters. I know that your daughters love you. But, they have not matured to the point of being in love, which is why you will need to support each other.”

Carol encouraged Candice and me to stand up, and pull each other’s pants and panties down. Her demeanor was soft and caring as she turned us face-to-face, then took my hand and gently placed it on Candice’s labia, doing the same with Candice’s hand on me. She placed her hands on the back of each of our heads and lightly brought our foreheads together.

Delicately, Carol whispered, “When you feel overwhelmed with lust for your daughter, come together as you are right now.”

I quivered and tingled at the thought of being with Angie like this, our foreheads touching. I imagined our foreheads slowly separating in anticipation of the kiss to follow. Our lips, only a breath apart, hesitated, as we bathed in the moment, feeling our mutual anticipation, before slowly joining together in our mother/daughter incestuous kiss. I envisioned the excitement she would feel as she surrendered her lips to mine for the very first time.

“Imagine your hand is touching your daughter’s pussy. Gently work your finger into your imagined daughter’s cunt and lovingly finger-fuck her,” Carol affectionately suggested.

Candice and I pressed our fingers into each other, igniting passion from deep within our bodies.

“Mommy loves you with all my heart and mind and soul,” Candice uttered.

“Angie, I love you!” I cried.

We fell onto the couch, sharing incestuous love for our six-year-old daughters. The orgasms began far down inside us. Rising to the surface, our pussies exploded in orgasmic bliss. Candice’s fingers became Angie’s. I moaned and cried as wave after wave flooded over my body. We kissed, sobbed, licked, and finger-fucked each other until our bodies could take no more. Then, we held each other in a loving embrace, basking in the afterglow. Carol tenderly caressed our necks and shoulders.

“Darlings,” she whispered, sensing the joy of our afterglow.

“Your beautiful daughters will one day be in love with you. Until that glorious day comes, you can comfort each other.”

We smiled at her.

“I will tell you a secret,” she continued. “Both of your daughters have confided to me that they masturbate. They were reluctant to tell you that for fear of disapproval. I reassured them that you would never disapprove of this natural desire. In fact, I told them that their mommies wanted them to masturbate, especially while nursing.”

Carol’s demeanor changed back to that of the matriarch as she said, “Ariel and Angie’s sexual development will soon evolve to masturbating together. They will not masturbate each other, or have sexual feelings for each other. Rather, it will be self-masturbation in the presence of the other. The sexual desire for another will come later.”

With those words, Carol gave Candice and I a parting kiss, then left us to collect ourselves and return to our daughters.

That evening, I nursed Angie as usual, but added a little something extra. While she was nursing, I guided her small hand down between her legs, just as Carol had done with me. As her hand approached the center of our future love, a vision began to form in my mind. I imagined a marriage ceremony, my sex feeling deeply satisfied, as I watched my daughter walk down the aisle to join with me in eternal love.

Continue on to Chapter 4

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 27

  • Posted on May 21, 2016 at 1:36 pm

Gwen Learns Many Things

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

By Friday night Gwen Fremont had made some headway on the case she was working for Kayleigh Katz, the famous porn star. She was headed over to the home Kayleigh shared with her daughter and Cindy’s daughter to catch her up on the progress. It wasn’t much, mostly just basic information, but she had promised to keep Kayleigh informed of things on a weekly basis unless something major came to light, in which case she would call her right away.

She could have called Kayleigh this time, but she wanted to see the sexy woman again. She had rented one of the woman’s movies the night before, and she was still tingling from watching the erotic film. She supposed many people of both sexes had fantasies about Kayleigh, and she was certainly no different.

She pulled into the driveway and saw that a girl’s bicycle was parked up the long driveway near the house. The bike’s high seat placement revealed it belonged to someone taller than Cindy’s daughter, Jenna, so Gwen figured it belonged to Kayleigh’s daughter, Cheryl. As she drove up the driveway towards the house, she wondered what it must be like to be raised by someone in Kayleigh’s line of work. Gwen hadn’t failed to notice the obvious and immediate crush the young girl had felt upon seeing her for the first time.

It also occurred to Gwen that a lot of Kayleigh’s work was available on some of the more popular porn sites on the Internet, and she wondered what the extent of the young girl’s knowledge of her mother’s work was. She was aware Kayleigh had America Online, and sex was probably half the reason people were online in the first place. The vast majority of Kayleigh’s job entailed sex with other women. What would be the effect on Cheryl of seeing her mother having sex with beautiful women if she had ventured onto AOL and the Internet to find sex scenes starring her mom?

Gwen suspected that being raised in such an environment would lend itself to early sexual exploration, and possibly an extreme openness about sexual matters in the home. Her own parents had been strict Catholics for whom the only admission they had sex was the fact they had six children, all girls, of which Gwen was the second oldest. She had enjoyed sex with her older sister as well as the one younger sister closest in age to her. The lesbian incest had continued down the line, with each younger sister ending up having sex with the one younger than her as well as the one older until the end of the line of daughters, her youngest sister, Taylor, who had no younger sister, but who certainly enjoyed sex with her older sister, Coleen.

Gwen had never had sex with her two youngest sisters, feeling their age difference made sex with them a bit too creepy. Danielle, Gwen’s younger sister, was two years younger than Gwen was and was fair-game, as far as she thought, but Coleen was three years younger than Danielle. That meant an age difference of five years between Gwen and Coleen, too many years separating them to have had fun with each other.

However, Coleen and Taylor had shared a room, and many were the nights Gwen would hear them having sex through the thin walls. At such times Gwen would masturbate listening to them, wondering what it would be like to have sex with them, although she had never attempted it.

Gwen’s older sister, Lynnette, lived nearby and was married with two daughters, Clare and Carmen, aged fourteen and ten. Lynnette had become like their mother, more or less ignoring the fact that people had sex. Gwen felt that was a shame. Lynnette had been really hot as the teenager who had introduced her younger sister, Gwen herself, to the joys lesbian sex. Gwen had seduced her younger sister Danielle within a week of being introduced to sister-sister sex, and the line of seduction continued until Coleen had seduced Taylor, who was now twenty-six.

Finally switching off the car, Gwen started up the long sidewalk that led to the front door of the expensive home. The house was set quite a distance from the street, and the walkway wound from a guest parking area to the front door. As she walked the twenty yards or so to the house, she thought about her own brush with the porn industry.

When Gwen had been younger, she had been offered the opportunity to make porn movies, but she was too shy and private to ever perform in front of a camera. Seeing the fruits of Kayleigh’s labors in the form of this show-piece of a home made her wonder for just a moment if she’d made the wrong decision.

No, she thought to herself, I am who I am. Being curious is part of my life. She grinned at that thought. She had always been extremely nosy, always wanting to know the dirt on whoever she met, and being a private detective was the perfect job for her. Her favorite jobs were the most frequent ones: finding out if a husband or wife was being unfaithful. She loved snooping. Therefore, when she passed the window that looked into Cheryl’s downstairs bedroom, she noticed the curtains were open slightly, no more than a few inches, and she casually glanced into the lit room beyond out of habit.

What she saw made her freeze in place. She felt the blood drain from her face as she looked into the young teenager’s room. As she felt a familiar stirring below, she was aware of where that blood was headed.

On the bed were Cheryl, Jenna, a girl she didn’t know who looked Cheryl’s age — and Kayleigh Katz. They were all naked. The girl Gwen didn’t know had her head positioned over Cheryl’s pussy, which Gwen couldn’t see because Cheryl’s nearer leg was raised into an upside-down V with her knee in the air. This same girl who was obviously licking Cheryl’s pussy had her hips twisted so that her pussy was facing the window, and Jenna was plunging two fingers into the girl. She would occasionally withdraw the fingers, push them into her mouth for a few seconds, then return them to the girl’s pussy to fuck the young girl and gather more juices.

Kayleigh Katz was squatting over her daughter’s face. Enough of Cheryl’s face was visible at times to make her identification clear, but the girl was licking her mother’s pussy, seeming to feast on the flow of fluids that were running out of the porn star’s vagina.

Gwen stood there on the dimly lit sidewalk, feeling moisture build inside her as well. It shocked the woman that this erotic, highly illegal sight was making her extremely horny.

Well, truth be told, she had been horny before arriving at their home from thinking about Kayleigh, as well as the fun she’d had with her sisters.

But this was an entirely new level of heat. The shock of seeing that Kayleigh Katz had sex with her thirteen-year-old daughter Cheryl was both unsettling and erotic. Add to this the fact that Cheryl’s friend, who also looked about thirteen, and the TEN-year-old Jenna were also involved in the small orgy, and the shock was fascinating and highly stimulating.

These young girls were making love like grown women. This had obviously been going on for a long time.

Gwen watched Cheryl’s mouth and tongue devouring her mother’s pussy with love and affection. This was clearly something the girl loved doing. Gwen could see that this could not be the result of coercion or anything like it. Cheryl was obviously quite happy at the moment. She did wonder, however, how such a relationship began.

Gwen thought back to her own youth and how much she and Lynnette had enjoyed their times together before Lynnette went away to college and began to ignore the fun they’d had. She remembered how much fun she and Danielle had had over the years of their youth. They hadn’t done anything together since Gwen had turned twenty. She realized now that she missed those times. And she also wondered if Danielle had ever missed them as well.

As she watched the scene before her, she felt her pussy flooding her panties. She knew if she were to sit down right then, the moisture would easily soak through her thin, cotton slacks and tell anyone who saw her that she’d either pissed herself or had gotten very horny.

She began to hear squeals coming from beyond the window. Cheryl was starting to come. She was bucking her hips into the mouth of the other young girl. As her hips rose and dropped, she could see the girl also had her thumb inside Cheryl’s pussy, and a finger inside her butthole.

Waves of desire clenched Gwen as she watched the beautiful thirteen-year-old climax. These waves doubled in intensity when Kayleigh began to come while riding her daughter’s face.

Gwen suddenly realized she wanted to be a part of this. She remembered listening to her youngest sisters and wishing she were not so much older than they were. She now realized that shouldn’t have meant anything. If the desires were mutual, she should have given in to them. She remembered being a senior in high school and hearing them make love in the next bedroom, touching herself until she came or inviting Danielle to come listen as well. Coleen had been fourteen then, and Taylor was twelve. She would never be able to re-capture those moments.

But there was a room of girls right here who were involved sexually right then. And a mother who not only allowed them to be sexual with each other but also with her.

Without thinking it over, she stepped to the window and tapped loudly on it, pressing her face to it so everyone would be able to see who it was.

Shocked faces, probably resembling the shock she’d had moments before upon seeing this highly erotic sight, turned to the window. Kayleigh turned pale as she saw Gwen at the window.

********

“Oh, my God!” Mom said, staring at the window.

Seeing Ms. Fremont staring in at us, I shrieked in surprise. Deanna and Jenna scrambled to cover themselves, which I later realized was funny considering the woman had obviously seen everything already.

“Everyone stay here,” Mom said, pointing in the direction of the front door to let Ms. Fremont know to go there to be let in. Mom had been pale a moment ago, but now she was turning red. I didn’t know if it was embarrassment or anger, maybe both. After all, the woman had spied on us. I know I was pissed that she’d done that. I could only imagine what Mom felt.

Mom stormed out of my room, still naked, and went to let Ms. Fremont in. We could hear the entire conversation as she opened the door and the private detective entered the foyer.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Mom shouted as the door closed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to see anything. I was just coming over to fill you in on how your case is going. I just glanced in and saw what you were doing.”

“Did it ever occur to you I didn’t pay you to spy on me?!”

“I know. I understand,” Gwen said. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t tell a soul. I swear.”

Mom seemed to calm down a bit when Ms. Fremont said that.

“Why would you do that? Why would you spy on us like that?” Mom asked.

“I’m sorry,” Ms. Fremont said again. “I didn’t mean to. I just glanced at the window when I was passing it and… well… I just couldn’t… un-see it.”

Then Mom began to cry, either in anger or embarrassment, which made me even madder than I already was.

“God! What you must think of me!” Mom cried. “I swear the girls love it. I didn’t seduce them or anything!”

“I could tell,” Ms. Fremont said.

“What you must think of me!” Mom said again. I could tell from the slightly muffled sound that her hands were covering her face.

“Here’s what I think of you,” Ms. Fremont said.

Then there was silence. It lasted for several seconds. Then I heard the distinct sound of a kiss ending as their lips parted.

I glanced at Deanna, who was staring wide-eyed at me, her mouth hanging open, which made me realize my mouth was doing the same thing, so I shut it.

I glanced at Jenna, who was crying.

“Don’t cry, Jen-a-licious!” I said, and pulled her to me.

“They’re gonna take me away from you!” she said, burying her face in my neck.

I smoothed her hair and shushed her. “Shh… nobody’s going to do that. I won’t let them,” I said, not knowing what I would do to stop the authorities from removing us from the home we loved. Then I realized nobody would ever know, other than Ms. Fremont. The silence in the foyer was continuing, meaning she and Mom were making out.

Jenna stopped crying as I started putting two and two together, figuring out that the sight of our little orgy had turned Ms. Fremont on, apparently.

Finally, my curiosity got the better of me. Disentangling myself from Jenna, I rose from the bed and walked quietly out toward the foyer. Deanna followed, joined by Jenna, who was wiping away the tears.

We padded, naked, to the entry of the foyer.

As I suspected, they were kissing. Mom, of course, was naked. Ms. Fremont was now topless. Her slacks were in a puddle at her feet. Her panties were still on, but I knew that wouldn’t last long.

My pussy had dried out a bit since seeing Ms. Fremont’s face in my bedroom window, but now it once again began to fill with moisture. I could feel my clit responding to the knowledge that Ms. Fremont, rather than turn us in to Child Protection Services, was about to join us instead. My mouth began to water like my pussy as I pictured myself licking and sucking this beautiful woman’s pussy.

A flash of boldness seemed to fill me, and I stepped over to my mom and Ms. Fremont. Putting my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, I pulled them down, exposing her shapely butt to my gaze. I could see the abundant juices that coated the gusset of her panties.

Ms. Fremont — Gwen to me from that moment on — lifted her dainty feet one by one and allowed me to fully remove her slacks and panties. She toed the heel of her shoes, one at a time, and now she was fully naked, standing in our foyer, making out with my mom.

I lifted her panties to my nose and inhaled. Her aroma was tantalizing and lovely. I licked the gusset, getting my first taste of her.

Now both Deanna and Jenna were standing beside me. I offered each a lick from the panties. They both were smiling at me. Jenna’s tears were long gone, though I could see their remnants clinging to her naturally long eyelashes.

I leaned over and kissed Deanna then did the same to my sister. Our tongues wrapped around each other, pressing and sliding. I could taste a mixture of myself and Gwen on Deanna’s tongue and lips before sharing those flavors with Jenna.

Then I squatted, followed by Deanna and Jenna. I leaned into Gwen’s butt, spreading her ass cheeks so I could tongue her spotless butthole.

Gwen groaned as my tongue made contact and she pushed her butt back to meet my mouth.

Running my hand up her inner thigh, I arrived at Gwen’s wet pussy. I plunged two fingers into her. She was flooded inside. Her goo literally ran down my fingers toward my palm.

Jenna, who was watching this, put her own hand on Gwen’s slit and began to masturbate the woman’s clit while my fingers plunged in and out, fucking her.

Deanna, meanwhile, placed her head below Gwen’s pussy and began licking the juices off my fingers and hand. Then she placed her tongue alongside Jenna’s fingers and began licking Gwen’s clit while Jenna rubbed it.

Gwen and my mom broke their kiss for a moment.

“Wait,” Gwen said. “If I come like this, I’ll probably fall down. My knees already feel weak.”

“Then let’s all go back to Cheryl’s room,” Mom said.

We arranged ourselves on my bed and continued making love. I got my wish to devour Gwen’s delicious pussy, as did the rest of us. By the time we had come several times, we had each been licked by Gwen, as well as being granted the joy of licking her. All of us except Jenna got to do what Mom and I called “riding the wave,” which was a series of orgasms that would lessen in intensity only to ride up again to a height that topped the previous climax. It was like riding waves in the ocean or going on a roller coaster with each hill being higher than the last. Jenna had never been able to experience that, and she was jealous, but she still came at least five times that night.

When it was over, we lay exhausted in my bed, finding a place in the tangle of bodies to rest.

Gwen told us of her sisters and how they had each engaged in girl-girl sex of some kind when they were young. She also explained how she had never had sex with her two youngest sisters and talked about how much she regretted that, especially now that she knew how much fun sex with much younger girls could be.

Then Gwen got down to the real reason she had come over and informed us that she had found out where Cindy was from in Texas and had called her parents to inquire about her to see if they’d heard anything from her.

“Not only had they not heard anything, they didn’t care to. Apparently, they knew about Cindy’s chosen lifestyle and had disowned her.”

This was news to Jenna. Cindy had told her that her own parents had died in a car accident.

“Well, honey, I guess to her, they were dead since they wanted nothing to do with her at all,” Mom said.

“I also called a number I got from one of the girls who turn tricks for the same people. I called and asked to speak to the head man of the operation, pretending I had a business proposition for him. They wouldn’t connect me to him or give me his number or anything, but they did tell me I could call back in a week and they’d see if he wanted to talk to me. I could have left my number for him to call, but I didn’t want them tracing it back to me.”

Finally, I said, “Mom, maybe Gwen can help me with my problem.”

“You mean that guy who raped Jenna?” Gwen asked.

“No. Another one,” I said.

“Wow. You folks are really gonna keep me busy,” Gwen said with a small laugh.

“I don’t know, honey,” Mom said. “I think we can handle this one on our own. I think my idea will work fine.”

“Okay, now you’ve got me curious,” Gwen said. “What’s the problem?”

“Well,” I began. “I’m having trouble with this girl at school.”

“Okay, sorry,” Gwen interrupted. “I don’t deal in teen drama. It will all blow over in a week or two on its own.”

“This isn’t teen drama. It’s blackmail,” I said, momentarily hurt by the way she had dismissed my problem.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I will at least listen and see if I can give you some advice,” Gwen said.

“There’s this girl at school who found out what my mom and us do together.”

“You mean the sex?” Gwen asked, suddenly a lot more interested since this was obviously more of a problem than just teen drama.

“Yeah,” I said. “She’s blackmailing me into being her sex slave.”

“What has she made you do?” Gwen asked.

“Nothing yet, but she will. Mom and I have a plan of sorts, but I thought maybe if we knew more about her, it might be easier to make our plan work,” I said.

“What kind of plan?” Gwen wanted to know.

“We’re gonna blackmail her,” I said.

“For what?” Gwen asked.

“Well, she’s having sex with her sister. I warned her I would tell everyone about that if she told about my mom and me and Jenna, but she said nobody would believe me. They’d just think I was making something up because she’d told about me and my mom.”

“Well, she’s probably right there. Some people might suspect she’s having sex with her sister when you say that, but she’s got an easy explanation,” Gwen said. “People would probably think you made it up.”

“I’d be called a liar and a perv,” I said. “And so would Jenna.”

“How old is the sister?”

“She’s ten,” I said. “She’s a friend of Jenna’s and they’ve — well, I mean we’ve — done stuff together. She’s cute.”

“And how old is this girl who’s blackmailing you?” she asked. “And what’s her name?”

“She’s fourteen. Her name’s Clare,” I said.

Gwen gave me a rather odd look. “I have a niece named Clare.”

“I doubt she’s your niece,” I said. “She’s too mean.”

“Honey, I told you. Meanness isn’t hereditary,” Mom said. “Carmen’s lovely and sweet.”

“Carmen?” Gwen asked, her face turning white. “Who’s Carmen? Not her sister, I hope!”

We looked at Gwen and I nodded, knowing exactly why Gwen had gone so pale and also knowing what she was about to say. I felt goose-pimples rising on my arms and neck.

“My niece Clare has a ten-year-old sister named Carmen,” she said.

“HO-LY FUCK!” Mom said. “Is their last name Cashion?”

Gwen stared at mom and nodded.

For a moment we sat there, speechless.

“Well, I guess that means you know a lot about Clare,” I said.

“Well,” Gwen said, “I didn’t know she and Carmen were having sex with each other until one minute ago.” She paused for a second before adding, “But I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, after all.”

Continue on to Chapter 28

Teaching Tammie, Part One

  • Posted on May 20, 2016 at 1:21 pm

By Jeneee

“Mommy, Mommy, what are you doing?”

I jumped, immediately jerking up my head which had been happily buried between my younger girlfriend’s soft, warm thighs. My tongue had been busy licking her hard, pink clit, which now peeked at me from within its fleshy sheath. Her beautiful, wide open pussy glistened in the low light of the lamp resting on the table beside my bed, the wrinkled inner labia gloriously swollen from the attention they had been receiving from my eager tongue.

It was after ten o’clock on a Wednesday evening, and we were so sure that my seven, almost eight year old daughter was fast asleep, deep in the wonderful dreamland of other young girls her age, that we hadn’t even bothered to close the door to my bedroom as we’d hurriedly stripped off our clothes and fell onto my unmade bed.

Neither of us had heard my little girl softly stroll in, feet bare, her favorite teddy snuggled tightly against her exposed chest. Her blue eyes were gazing curiously at us, Mommy and her friend, naked and having lesbian sex.

Judy, my eighteen year old girlfriend who worked with me part time at the downtown library while she attended college, also started as Tammie surprised us, but recovered quickly enough to giggle, looking in anticipation at me to see how I was going to handle this precarious situation.

Almost at a loss for words, I managed to mumble something about trying to make Judy feel better. “She, um, wasn’t feeling good, sweetie,” I offered. “So Mommy was just trying to — to cheer her up, that’s all.” I felt myself blushing deeply as I looked over at Judy for some kind of confirmation.

“But you never do that to me when I don’t feel good, Mommy,” she replied, a frown appearing on her pretty face as one of her hands subconsciously slipped down between her slim legs to touch herself through the material of her cute pink panties. She almost dropped her teddy bear, but barely managed to keep it from falling to the floor by grasping one of its furry ears with her other hand.

Before I could respond, Tammie continued. “Was it her pee pee that wasn’t feeling good, Mommy?” she said, drawing closer to the side of the bed. She squinted curiously at Judy’s obviously wet pussy which was still prominently displayed, since for some reason or another my devilish girlfriend had still not closed her slim, sexy legs. I began to think she was enjoying the thought of showing herself off to a young girl. I’d have to discuss that with her at a more opportune moment.

Meanwhile, my flustered brain was still trying to formulate a response to my inquisitive daughter, who continued to hit me with questions. “Her pee pee is all wet, Mommy. What’s the matter with it? Is that why it wasn’t feeling good?” She turned to my lover. “Did you have an accident and wet yourself, Judy? Is that what happened?” she added before starting to giggle at the thought of Judy peeing herself in bed.

Thankfully coming to my rescue — but not really, as it turned out — Judy threw in her two cents worth after correctly concluding that I was completely lost for words. “No, sweetie, I didn’t wet myself,” she smiled at Tammie, “but my pussy, er… my pee pee, was feeling kinda lonely, so your mommy was kissing it better for me.”

I nearly gasped out loud. Oh my God, I thought, now what has she started? Her pussy was lonely? I had to say something fast, or we were both going to find ourselves in deep trouble.

“It’s just something that big girls do when they really like each other,” I heard myself saying.

Judy let out a sound halfway between a gasp and a snort, realizing more quickly than I the repercussions of my attempt at an explanation to my little girl. As Tammie began to digest my words, I looked helplessly at Judy. Her arms were moving as if gripping a shovel, indicating that the hole I was digging was getting deeper and deeper.

Shit, I thought. Shit, shit, shit!

Then, in almost a whisper from beside my bed, “Can little girls do it too, Mommy?”

I was frozen, trapped, speechless once again as I gazed at my sweet little girl, her eyes darting rapidly back and forth between Judy’s open thighs and my face. Thankfully, my girlfriend once again came to my rescue, raising herself to a sitting position on the side of the bed, legs finally closing as she lifted Tammie up and perched her sideways on her lap. Tammie, her mind now on other things, completely lost her grip on her teddy’s ear, causing her beloved companion to drop gently to the floor.

Smiling at my daughter, Judy then hugged her tightly, her right breast gently pressed against Tammie’s face. Her nipple was erect, almost crying out to be sucked. She stroked the silky blonde hair that flowed across my daughter’s cheek and tenderly asked, “Do you think little girls would like to do that, sweetie?”

Tammie looked up shyly and scrunched her face into an ‘I don’t know’ expression, looking over my way as if to ask how she could answer without making me upset.

I had recovered enough by then to say, “It’s okay, baby, you can tell her whatever you think. Mommy won’t be upset,” I gave her an encouraging smile.

“Um, should I be doing it with Laurie, then?” she blurted out, looking first at me and then back to Judy.

“Laurie?” Judy asked, “Who’s Laurie?”

“She’s my best friend at school and I really like her lots,” Tammie replied. “Sometimes we have sleepovers at her house when her daddy’s away, right Mommy?” She paused, then giggled as she poked at Judy’s left breast with her index finger. “Your boobie is kinda big, Auntie Judy. It’s bigger than Mommy’s.” She laughed again, looking over at me as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside them. And yes, Judy’s breasts were bigger than mine. A lot bigger. As were her lush, brown nipples, which were now at full attention.

Needless to say, Tammie was still full of questions. “Do you think mine will grow big too? You know, Laurie’s have started already, ‘n her nipples kinda poke out through her top sometimes,” she informed us, almost proudly. “Sometimes I tickle them ‘n they get hard, real hard, like yours are now, Auntie.” And she giggled again as she poked once more at Judy’s breast.

My lover responded immediately by twirling a fingertip around one of Tammie’s cute, tiny pink nipples, which also responded by wrinkling itself into a hard little point.

“See?” Judy teased. “So does yours, sweetie. Tell me, Tammie, what else do you and Laurie do at your sleepovers?” my girlfriend asked with a sly wink as she looked over at me.

“Oh, you know, play games ‘n stuff on her iPad that she got for her birthday last summer. She turned nine then, so her mommy ‘n daddy got her one ’cause they thought she was old enough. There’s all sorts of things you can do on it. And like I said, we play tickle games sometimes when we go to bed but her mom hears us screeching ‘n tells us to quit playing ‘n go to sleep. But we just try to be quieter,” she giggled. “Laurie kisses me too sometimes before we go to sleep, so like I said, she’s my best friend ‘n I like her lots,” she added. “So that’s why I asked if we, like, you know, should be doing stuff like you ‘n Mommy were,” she explained, a serious look coming over her face as she stared back at Judy, then at me.

“Have you ever seen her pussy, er… her pee pee?” Judy asked. “What do you wear when you sleep over, your PJs?”

“Yeah, most times, but sometimes if it’s hot we just wear our undies,” she confessed, quickly glancing at me to see if I was going to scold her. “And then it’s kinda nice to cuddle, ‘n that’s like, when Laurie and me kiss, before we fall asleep,” she shyly added. “And yeah, I’ve seen her pee pee sometimes in the bathroom. Oh ‘n why do you keep calling it a pussy, Auntie Judy? Like it’s going to go meow or purr or something?” She giggled at the thought.

“That’s what big girls call it sometimes, sweetie,” Judy explained with a smile. “I guess your mommy never told you that, huh?” She looked over at me, “She’s almost eight, Jen. Don’t you think it’s time for her to learn a few things?” she half-scolded.

“Yeah, Mommy, I’m a big girl now, y’know.” Tammie grinned at me, puffing out her chest. “So, why were you kissing Judy’s pee pee — oops, I mean pussy?” she asked. “And why did it look so wet if she didn’t have an accident?”

To our surprise, she squirmed off Judy’s lap and, standing in front of her, casually pushed her legs apart and extended one of her little hands between my girlfriend’s thighs. “She’s still wet,” she squealed. “Her pussy is all gooey, Mommy.”

“Big girls’ pussies get wet when they feel happy,” I offered by way of explanation.

“But you said it wasn’t feeling good,” my smart-assed daughter retorted.

“Well, your mommy made it feel good by lick… um, kissing it better,” Judy chimed in helpfully.

“So, does that mean Laurie’s pussy would get wet like that too, if I kissed it?” Tammie asked somewhat timidly, peering curiously between Judy’s legs as her little finger tentatively touched the shiny, wet labia. “And what about my pussy?” she asked, now seeming to be very comfortable with the new name for her pee pee, once again cupping the crotch of her panties with the other hand.

I couldn’t help but become a little aroused — well, a little more aroused than I already was — as I watched my little girl touching herself while she explored my girlfriend’s wetness, which now seemed to be increasing as a little drop of liquid oozed from the lower part of her vagina and dripped down toward her anus.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Tammie, who let out a little gasp and exclaimed, “You wet yourself, Auntie Judy! Look, Mommy… see?”

I sighed, resolving that honesty was best, now that things had progressed to this stage. “That’s not what’s happening, sweetie,” I explained. “That’s what big girls call love juice, because when you really like somebody and make their pussy feel good it gets all gooey, like you said, and drips out just like Judy’s is doing right now.”

And we watched in amazement as Tammie slid the tip of her finger down to touch the ever increasing flow of creamy, whitish liquid that continued to drool from my girlfriend’s pussy. My daughter’s touch was certainly making Judy even hornier than my tongue had, before my sweet little girl had walked in on us.

Tammie removed her finger from Judy’s pussy and lifted it to get a closer look, before rubbing it together with her thumb. “It’s so slippery, Mommy,” she giggled, raising it to her nose to sniff. “It smells kinda funny, too,” she added.

“Taste it,” Judy suggested, winking at me as I darted a warning look toward her, thinking this had gone far enough already. But Tammie, wrinkling up her nose, surprised both of us by extending the tip of her tongue to lick her finger. Then, amazing us even further, she knelt once more between Judy’s thighs and put her finger back, this time sliding the tip of it inside my girlfriend’s pussy before withdrawing it to stick into her mouth again, thoughtfully sucking at it. “Mmmm, it’s yummy, Mommy! I love it. Does yours taste like that? And will Laurie’s, and what about mine? But oops, we’re not big girls, huh?” she added with a frown, sounding somewhat disappointed.

“I bet you taste just as yummy,” Judy whispered to her as she bent down to give Tammie a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, bringing a big smile to my little girl’s face. “And I’m sure Laurie’s will too, sweetie,” she told her with a conspiratorial wink. “And as for your mommy…” she added, glancing over at me with that devilish look on her face that I adore, “…I know she does.”

Tammie responded to this admission from Judy by giggling, followed by, “Can I taste you, Mommy?” as she looked hopefully at me.

Once again I was speechless, as Judy slyly prompted my little girl with a whisper that I’m sure she meant for me to hear. “Why don’t you just lick her, Tammie? Just like you saw her doing to me. Pretend you’re a big girl.”

Helplessly, but at the same time knowing I should protest, I watched in silence as Judy stood and gently guided my little girl to stand in front of me, then leaned down to grasp my knees and spread my legs in front of Tammie, who immediately fastened her wide eyes on  – you guessed it — my now dripping pussy.

I couldn’t believe what was about to happen. Nor could I stop it.

“She’s all wet like you were, Auntie,” she told Judy, extending a finger toward me.

“No, sweetie,” Judy prompted, “use your tongue instead,” gently pressing on the back of my little girl’s head, urging her closer to my pussy while at the same time sliding a hand between her own legs. This was genuinely turning her on, I realized, somewhat astonished. My girlfriend was becoming even more aroused at the prospect of seeing my own little girl licking her mother’s juicy pussy.

And oh my, was I ever juicy. I could feel it trickling from between my swollen lips, flowing down toward my asshole as Tammie’s pretty face drew closer and closer, her tongue tentatively poking out, eyes fastened on the lewd sight in front of her.

Realizing there was no turning back, admitting to myself that I could not resist this even if I wanted to, I found myself reaching down between my legs and spreading open my slippery labia to provide an easy target for my sweet daughter. And as the tip of her tongue softly pressed between my lips, I closed my eyes and began to feel a new love, a special love, a different kind of love for my little girl.

Continue on to Part Two

In Pursuit of My Daughter, Part Two

  • Posted on May 18, 2016 at 1:32 pm

By JetBoy

When morning came, I was delighted to wake up spooning with my daughter, snuggled up tightly against her, both arms twined around her body. One hand was cupping a firm breast, the other rested on her belly. Judy’s top had inched up just enough to leave her tummy bare, and the tips of my fingers were grazing the waistband of her pajama bottoms. I was more than content to lie there, embracing my child as she slept, so I remained motionless for a long, lovely while with our bodies nestled together.

Finally, Judy began to awaken, making little contented noises. Her bottom wriggled back, pushing into my mound, then one hand covered mine upon her breast. She sighed happily into the pillow.

Then, I think, Judy abruptly realized where she was and who was sharing her bed. ”Oh!” she gasped, then began to cautiously wriggle her way out of our embrace.

I let her go, not without a pang of regret, then pretended to gradually awaken, slowly rising into a sitting position and yawning. I stretched myself like a cat, the motion pulling the T-shirt up just enough to reveal my shaved slit. Judy was now up and on her feet, stealing the occasional glance at my partially bare body as I flashed her a sleepy grin. “Good morning, honey!”

“Um… good morning, Mom. Wow, I guess we were, uh… snuggling each other in our sleep.”

“Were we? Oh, I suppose we got a little cold in the night… must’ve been cuddling for warmth,” I laughed, trying to put her at ease. “Then again, maybe we both miss sleeping next to someone. There’s nothing like cuddling with a lover in the morning, is there?” I stretched myself again, giving her another peek at my pussy.

Judy laughed nervously, then made her way to the bathroom without a word. Soon, I heard the shower running. After a few minutes she emerged in her bathrobe, quietly accepting a cup of coffee I’d just made. She took it outside onto the front steps, and I fixed a light breakfast of toast and fruit, calling Judy when it was ready.

Once we’d sat down together and began to eat, Judy finally began to talk. “I’m sorry if I got all… weird this morning, Mom. I guess I just woke up with you up against me and… I was a little startled.”

“I understand, honey. I have to confess that it did feel good to wake up spooning with someone… all safe and warm and loving.”

Judy nodded in agreement, but I could tell that she had more to say. Finally, she gave me a shy smile and murmured, “Can I tell you a secret, Mom?”

I leaned forward. “You can tell me anything, dear.”

She giggled and said, “You might think this is odd, but you spoon me exactly the same way that my last boyfriend did!”

“Really?” I replied.

Judy nodded. “Yeah! John almost always woke me up with one hand cupping me here,” she indicated her breast, “and the other one almost in my panties.” She blushed when she said that, but grinned as I laughed. “Usually I woke up just as he was slipping his fingers under the, the waistband,” she continued, giving me a bashful smile.

I winked at her. “Well, I guess you woke up a little too early this morning… I hadn’t gotten that far, not yet!”

We both laughed at that, even as she gave me another quick look of surprise. We continued to chatter like two schoolgirls and, although our talk shifted to other topics, I was pleased to see her giving me thoughtful looks now and again. That seed I had planted appeared to be ripening…

With breakfast over, I took my own shower and we quickly got dressed — though Judy left the bedroom just before I could drop my towel in front of her the way I’d planned to, damn it.

Soon we were out and about, in full shopping mode. We began to work our way through the many stores in the downtown area, our focus mainly on clothes. Before very long, we came upon a lingerie store, one that specialized in the more daring stuff.

“Come on, honey!” I said. “I want to buy you some hot nightwear.”

Her cheeks flushed a lovely pink, Judy hesitated as I made for the door. “Aw, I don’t know, Mom,” she protested. “I like my pajamas. They’re comfy!”

I quickly took her by the elbow. “Nonsense! A lovely girl like you ought to be either naked or dressed in something sexy when you’re in bed — especially with a lover. You’re a grown woman, Judy Atkins, and much too mature to be wearing those ridiculous cotton jammies!”

With that, Judy meekly submitted and let me lead her inside. At first she wandered about uncertainly, but soon began to look through the risque underthings with growing interest.

“I don’t know, maybe you’re right, Mom. I guess I do kinda dress like a kid when I sleep. I ought to try something on, at least. Any suggestions?”

Encouraging her to choose from the more revealing items, I helped Judy pick out a few things, then made several very bold selections of my own. Laden with skimpy underthings, we made our way to the changing rooms.

Judy disappeared inside a stall while I waited outside. After awhile, I called out, “How’s it look, honey?”

“Um, well… I guess I look okay, Mom.”

I tapped on the door. “Let me in, hon. Sounds like you need a second opinion.”

There was silence from the other side for several seconds, then I heard the lock click and the door swung open. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, then stopped in my tracks in awe.

“Well, Mom…what do you think?” Judy shifted nervously, standing before me in a white, halter-strapped babydoll negligee.

“Oh, Judy, it’s incredible,” I gasped. Her breasts were clearly visible through the gauzy material, and the short length of the nightie showed off her legs quite nicely. I moistened my lips, feeling a storm rising inside. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel sexy in that!”

Judy looked down at herself, blushing a bit at the realization of how scantily clad she was. ”Yeah, I really do.” She giggled. “Wow — it’s a new me!”

“No, it’s still the same beautiful you, honey… just in a nicer package.” I held up a negligee, one I’d picked out for myself. “I thought I might try on something, too. Mind if I share this room with you?” I asked as I stepped out of my shoes.

Judy hesitated, then murmured, “Um, no, Mom… go ahead.”

I shrugged out of my summer dress, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me in a bra and sheer white panties. I wondered if my daughter could tell that my panties were damp — and why. As I slipped them off I said, in a voice that sounded much calmer than I felt, “Don’t let me stop you, Judy. Go ahead, try on something else! We can model for each other.”

Then I unfastened and removed my bra, baring my generous breasts. I glanced at Judy, admiring her perky tits, then arched an eyebrow at the sight of her shaved pussy. I was pleased to see my daughter stealing sidelong glances at me, too. I noticed that her eyes kept flicking down to my own smooth sex. I wondered if she liked what she saw.

We both turned and displayed our outfits for one another. “Oh, Mom… that’s perfect for you!” Judy sighed as she gazed up and down my body. I was wearing a red flyaway babydoll with a plunging neckline that was a little small for me, making my breasts look even bigger.

As for Judy, she wore a white camisole and panties that really showed off her lovely, flat belly, with a low-cut top that allowed her firm, round breasts to appear as if they were about to burst free.

I gave a long, low whistle of appreciation. “Nice, Judy. Really nice. You look totally fuckable in that.”

Judy squealed in mixed shock and delight, a hand flying to cover her mouth. “Oh my God, Mom! I can’t believe you said that!”

I pirouetted for her. “So… what do you think. Sexy?”

Judy giggled. “Yeah… oh yeah, Mom! I know a few guys who would jump you on the spot if they saw you now.”

We continued to try on outfits, Judy growing more and more at ease with being naked around me. She tried on a black string bikini that she looked drop-dead gorgeous in, the black contrasting incredibly with her pale skin. I tried on a similar one that, I had to admit, really showed my body off to maximum effect.

I kept sneaking peeks at my daughter’s bikini clad mound, the line of her slit practically visible through the jet-black material. Looking down at myself, I trailed a finger over my barely covered crotch. “How about this one, Judy?” I said. “Am I too long in the tooth to pull this off?”

Judy’s gaze was following my naughty hand… and I was pleased to see her absently lick her lips. “Oh… I don’t think so, Mom. To me, you look like a million bucks,” Judy replied. She raised her gaze to meet mine. “Wear that to a beach, and you’ll have to fight the guys off with a baseball bat!”

I felt my nipples swell against the skimpy bikini halter. Moving close to my daughter, I gave her a big hug, sighing, “Thank you, honeybunch. I love you…” I savored the feel of her nearly naked body against my own mostly bare skin.

“I l-love you too, Mom…” Judy whispered shakily, returning my hug. I could feel her heart beat madly, felt her shiver against me.

We drew apart, then stared into each other’s eyes for a brief moment that seemed endless. Something told me that I could have kissed my daughter like a lover then and there, if I wanted to. But no, not just yet. I didn’t intend to make a move on Judy until I could take her all the way.

Our shopping done, we went to a nearby steakhouse and had ourselves an excellent dinner, complete with a superlative Cabernet, then took a leisurely stroll back to the car. The drive to our cabin was lovely, with Judy taking my arm and resting her head on my shoulder — almost as if we were on a real date.

Soon as we entered the living room, I dropped my bags on the couch and stretched luxuriously. “Mmmm… so, Judy — after a successful day maxing out Mommy’s credit card, I think we deserve to relax in style. Let’s fire up that hot tub and have ourselves a soak!”

Judy’s eyes lit up. “Sounds great, Mom! I’ll go change into my swimsuit.”

I laughed, then marched towards the patio, shedding my clothes along the way. “Honey, it’s just us here. You don’t need a bathing suit! Don’t be shy, we don’t have anything to hide from each other.” I casually let my bra drop to the floor, then stepped out of my panties. “C’mon, you. Take off those clothes and get that sexy butt of yours in the tub with me.”

Judy just gaped at me… and as I opened the door that led to the patio, I turned to wink at her and playfully cooed, “I’ll be wait-ing…”

Before we’d left the cabin that day, I’d turned on the hot tub and set it to simmer, just so it would be nice and warm by the time we returned. I turned the heat up a couple of notches, switched on the bubbles and stood there, eagerly waiting for Judy to join me. The water quickly grew steamy and I climbed in, settling back with a sigh.

The door slowly eased open and Judy peered around it, as if to make sure no one was there but me. Then she stepped out, fully naked, and slowly padded to the tub. Once more, I marveled at my daughter’s bare beauty. As she dipped a foot into the bubbling water , I got a good look at Judy’s shaved pussy, her labia slightly parted and glistening — with arousal? I certainly hoped so.

Extending a hand, I helped her into the tub with me… and she purred with pleasure as she settled into the steaming water. Judy’s hand still in mine, I moved to face her, our bodies only inches apart.

“I had a wonderful day, honey,” I said. “It’s been so good spending time with you… I’m only sorry we don’t get together like this more often. That’s going to change, though. I want us to be even closer than we are now, because I love you so very much. You’re the best daughter a mother ever had.”

Judy squeezed my hand. “Oh, Mom, I love you too… and I’ve adored every minute we’ve spent together this weekend. You’re the absolute greatest!” She surprised me then by leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. As she did, our breasts touched for an instant, her nipples lightly brushing mine. Judy shivered.

“Are you okay, honey?” I asked. I rested a hand on her shoulder, then made a surprised face. “Goodness, Judy… you are sooo tense! C’mere, girl. Let Momma rub your shoulders.”

I shifted the two of us around, scooting behind Judy and drawing her to me, seating her between my thighs, her firm, lovely ass resting against my vulva. Taking a steadying breath, I began to massage her.

“Ohhh, Mom… that feels wonderful,” Judy moaned, leaning back into me, pressing against my breasts. We sat in contented silence for awhile, as I kneaded her neck and upper back.

After a while, she said, “This day really has been… special, Mom. I love seeing this side of you.”

“What side is that, honey?” I asked innocently as I worked the muscles in her neck.

“Oh, I don’t know what to call it… your, um, wild side, I guess. I’m jealous of how relaxed you are, Mom. How comfortable you are about being naked… and, um, talking about sex. I’ve always been so shy about things like that.” She sighed. “It’s hard for me to even let a boy see me with my clothes off. I always turn out the lights before we, we make love…”

I stroked her arms up and down as I replied, “I don’t know why you’d ever feel bashful, Judy. You have an absolutely gorgeous body… exquisite! You shouldn’t be embarrassed to let it show, especially when you’re about to fuck.”

“See, that’s what I mean… the way you can just say something like that. I just wish I could be as, as bold as you are, Mom.” She giggled. “It’s like I’m the uptight mother, and you’re the cool daughter!”

My hands continued to work on my daughter’s back, moving up and down the curve of her spine, at times getting tantalizingly close to her ass. “Well, hon… I don’t think I’m as outspoken as all that. I’m just trying to be frank and honest with you, because I’m your mom.” I allowed my fingers to stray even lower, barely grazing the top of Judy’s anal cleft. “I will admit that I’ve had a very interesting sex life…”

Judy was silent for a few heartbeats, then said, “Mom… can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course, hon,” I replied, my heart beginning to throb with anticipation. Had she taken the bait…?

“Last night you said it had been a long time since you’d slept with a woman. I was, well, kind of wondering how you meant that. Have you ever, y’know, had sex with another woman?”

Pay dirt! I continued to rub her arms and shoulders as I replied, fighting to keep my voice steady. “Yes, honey… I’ve had quite a few female lovers.” I paused. “Your father is the only man I’ve ever been with more than a time or two.”

Really?” Judy gasped. “Wow… so, does that mean that you’re a, um, lesbian?”

“Oh, I suppose that in the literal sense, I’m bisexual,” I murmured, “but I think of myself as gay. Making love with a beautiful woman… mmmm, there’s nothing better.”

Judy sighed again. “I have to admit that I’ve been tempted by the idea, but the timing was never right. I’ve always wondered what it would be like.”

“Really?” I whispered, my hands moving over Judy’s body — now caressing more than massaging. “Who have you been tempted by, honey?”

My daughter was silent for a few seconds, then she replied in a soft voice, “Well… my roomie, Teresa. I sort of have a crush on her. Sometimes, I…” She paused, then charged ahead. “I, uh, m-masturbate, thinking of us in bed together.”

“Mmmmm, sounds sexy.” I purred. “Anyone else?”

Long, silent seconds passed by, the only sound that of the bubbling water. Finally Judy spoke. “I need to ask you a question first, Mom… and, uh, will you promise that you won’t get mad at me — or laugh?”

Wrapping both arms around my daughter’s upper chest, I rested my chin on her shoulder. “Fair enough, hon — I promise.”

Drawing in a deep breath, Judy gathered her courage and plunged on. “Mom, you… you’ve been flirting with me, all day long — haven’t you?”

Going for broke, I ran the tip of my tongue around Judy’s ear, making her moan. “Yes, baby,” I murmured, “I was flirting with you… and I am now. What do you think about that?”

“I… oh, Mom… I’m — I’m excited.”

I slowly slid both hands down the front of my daughter’s body, my lips touching her ear as I cupped her suddenly heaving breasts. “Tell me more,” I breathed, pausing to nip gently at Judy’s earlobe. “How did it make you feel, what your mommy was doing?”

“It — it made me hot,” she said in a shaking voice, “like I’ve never been before. I c-can’t stop having these crazy thoughts about how beautiful your body is, ever since I saw you wearing nothing but that t-shirt last night… Then today, when we were in the changing room together, half naked in that tight space–” A shiver raced through her frame. “When you hugged me, Mom… my God, I wanted to kiss you, really kiss you!”

“Sweet Judy,” I whispered, “would you like to make love with me?” My palms slid against her thick nipples. I could feel her heart throbbing in tandem with mine. Bending down, I kissed her neck wetly, allowing my lips to linger.

“Yes,” she moaned, “oh God, Mom, yes.”

I turned my daughter around to face me, kissing her parted lips. Judy whimpered as my tongue slipped into her waiting mouth, then she shyly began to respond — her tongue flirting, then eagerly mingling with mine. We shifted about where I sat, our bodies seeking the ideal position for making love. Soon Judy was straddling me, her legs drawn up so they pressed against my sides.

My hands fondling her firm breasts, we continued to kiss — long, deep, smoldering with passion. Even beneath the steaming waters of the tub, I could sense the warmth pulsing between my daughter’s thighs. Judy’s hands slipped down to clutch my ass, pulling me closer while her tongue hungrily dueled and danced with mine. Our cunts were practically touching, the heat we shared threatening to ignite into an inferno of lesbian lust.

My hand found its way down between our bodies, and I worked a finger between the folds of Judy’s labia, urging it deep into the simmering wetness. “Oooh, Mom!” Judy cried, breaking our kiss. “Omigod, it’s… it’s never b-been like this!”

Hungry for more, I lifted Judy up, out of the water, and seated her on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs wide to expose that luscious shaved sex. It was slightly open, revealing tender pink flesh that shone with her arousal.

“So beautiful, Judy,” I gasped. “Such a lovely pussy…”

Unable to restrain myself for another second, I pressed my face between Judy’s thighs, crushing my lips into her hole, my tongue darting inside, kissing it like a lover’s mouth. Then I began to lick her.

She was delicious, and I savored every sweet drop of my daughter’s thick, warm nectar. I ran my tongue up the length of Judy’s slit over and over again, then teased her clitoris with lightning-fast licks, each one sending a shiver through her frame. Using two fingers to spread her labia, I kissed inside the moist flower..

Judy’s thighs gripped my head, unwilling to see me withdraw… as if I would! I went down on my daughter like a creature possessed, using everything I knew about pleasuring a woman with my mouth.

“Oh, yes. Yes!“ sobbed Judy as her trembling fingers twined in my hair.

Eager to take my daughter to pleasure’s summit and beyond, I rolled my tongue over her clitoris, caressing the tip, then gently taking it between my lips and sucking until Judy’s breath was coming in ragged gasps, her cries growing increasingly shrill and unrestrained until she burst into orgasm, shuddering from head to toe, screaming, “Oh, MOM! I’m ooohhh c-coming oh GOD! Yeah, Mom! FUCK ME!”

Soon she was begging me to stop, so I nuzzled her sex a bit before she slipped back into the water, crying and laughing as she embraced me, whispering words of love as she trembled in my arms. Judy shed a few joyous tears, and I cradled her to me until they passed.

Finally she stopped sniffling, kissed my pussy-wet lips and whispered, “I… I always hoped my first time with a woman would be wonderful… b-but it was even better than that, ‘cos I got to be with the most special person in the world to me.” She nuzzled my neck. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you for making me so happy.”

“You’re welcome, honey,” I whispered in return, aware that her hands were now roaming over my body, stroking my breasts, teasing the nipples to unimaginable stiffness, fondling my ass — adorning me with kisses all the while.

Judy raised her face to mine, eyes shining with devotion as she touched me. “Momma, I want to… to love you now.”

“Oh, honey…” I breathed, “are you sure?”

My daughter nodded, a determined set to her jaw that I knew all too well. “I’m sure.”

I kissed her once more, then I lifted myself out of the water to perch on the side of the tub, spreading wide for her. Judy gasped in astonishment as she opened me with her fingers, revealing the moist, rosy flesh of my cunt. “God, Mom, you look so… so scrumptious.”

I sighed as she leaned in and began to gently kiss my pussy, her tongue hesitantly emerging to explore the juicy folds. I thought her timidity was adorable… but she got over that right away, pressing hot, wet kisses into my cunt, then plunging her face between my thighs to feast.

I quickly felt my own pleasure mount. What my daughter lacked in technique, she made up for and then some in the intensity of her passion. Judy’s tongue darted in and out of my vagina, then her lips covered the opening and began to suck, drinking down my womanly essence. She did that for awhile, then began to bathe my vulva with long, lovely swipes of the tongue.

“Ohhh, baby… oh, yes, lick my pussy!” I moaned as my Judy urged me towards release.

With a muffled coo of delight she discovered my clitoris, teasing it with her tongue, then trapped the pink nubbin between her lips and suckled the tip, instantly sending me into spasms so intense, they straddled the divide between ecstasy and pain. I was coming like a house on fire!

I cried, “Oh, I love you, Judy… Oh, yes, b-baby OH! Momma loves you!”

The raw white heat of climax raged through my body like a brush fire — leaving nothing standing, especially not me.

Continue on to Part Three