Secrets, Chapter 16

  • Posted on October 31, 2016 at 3:02 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Jae shut her bedroom door. She turned to look at me, dark eyes shining, face alive with excitement. “This is pretty hot, huh? A pair of sisters about to have sex for the first time?”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” I giggled.

I was drunk enough on vodka and on wine — not to mention lust — to feel eagerness and nothing else. No fear, no shame, no creeping doubts. All I wanted was Jae. I stepped toward her, my arms out, but she stopped me.

“Hold on. I want to set the scene first.”

A large flat panel TV was mounted on the wall facing the queen-size bed. Jae placed a DVD in a player, punched some buttons on a remote, and the screen lit up with lesbian porn. It was an orgy scene, half a dozen naked women and girls, some appearing very young, engaging in every imaginable act with each other.

She took a crimson scarf from a drawer which she draped over the lamp by the bed — the only light that was on — giving it a lurid tinge. The drapes were closed, the room now in semi-darkness. From the same drawer, she removed a stick of incense, setting it in a holder and lighting it.

After sorting quickly through her CD collection and finding the one she wanted — the cover said Symphonic Tango — she popped it into a portable stereo. Pressing another button on the remote, Jae muted the sound on the video, then started the CD. Lush, seductive music filled the room.

Jae turned to me again, beaming, obviously proud of the arrangements she’d made. “Now, would you like to dance, my dear?”

My sister was topless, clad only in spike heels and a short leather skirt. Her tanned skin glowed in the dim light. She looked incredibly sexy.

I was still fully dressed — though somewhat rumpled from all our necking downstairs — in my blouse, my bra, silk skirt, and strappy heels. Of course I wasn’t wearing any panties.

Smiling at Jae, I giggled. As drunk as I was, could I manage to dance without falling down? Plus I had absolutely no idea how to do the tango. But I nodded to her, “Yes, I’d like that.”

We didn’t exactly dance, not any recognizable steps at least, but she took me in her arms and we gently swayed together… the sensuous music, the aromatic incense, the images of hot girl-girl sex on the wall screen, and Jae looking deeply into my eyes… it felt like something from a dream, a romantic, erotic, incredibly arousing dream… and then she kissed me. Her lips were soft and moist and warm. I swooned, my head tilting back.

Jae pulled me closer. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. She held me tight, her strong hands stroking my body as we kissed, undulating to the rhythm of the music. I revived enough to grab my sister’s butt, squeezing her cheeks, grinding my crotch against hers. We both moaned, slurping at each other’s mouths and lips.

Pulling slightly away, breathing hard, Jae began to undo the buttons on my blouse, the few that weren’t yet open. I shrugged the garment off my shoulders and it fell away. She reached behind my back, easily unhooking my bra. As it slipped from my breasts, Jae kissed my neck, my throat, my chest, a wave of hot kisses moving downward. She took a nipple into her mouth and sucked.

“Yes!” I gasped, nearly breathless.

I felt a hand reaching under my skirt, between my legs, fingers expertly caressing my sex. I could tell I was soaked.

Jae left my breast. With an arm around my waist, holding firmly, she smiled up at me, taking the hand from under my skirt and bringing it to my lips.

“God, you’re so wet,” she grinned, sliding her fingers into my mouth. I sucked my juices, loving the taste of my own pussy.

Soon we were on the bed. Our shoes were off, along with the rest of our clothes. We were naked. As we rolled together, kissing, groping, grinding, Jae whispered, “I want you to tell me about it.”

“Tell you about what?”

“About Kerie, about licking her pussy. You did it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I sure did.”

“And did she lick yours too?”

“Uh-huh, she did. While I, uh, while I sat on her face.”

“That is so fucking hot. Tell me all about it, okay?”

And so I did. I told her how I’d lay on the bed with my daughter, my 8-year-old little girl, and spread her legs, kissing her labia, slipping my tongue into her vagina, sucking her sweet clit, making her come. While I described everything I’d done, Jae and I masturbated one another, lying side by side, looking into each other’s eyes, sometimes kissing.

My sister’s erect clitoris felt huge beneath my fingers, much larger than mine would ever get. I rubbed her there, and slid my hand between her slippery lips as well, dipping inside her cunt. She did the same with me.

I wasn’t close enough yet, but when I reached the part of the story where Kerie came in my mouth, Jae climaxed. It was so exciting to watch, her face in a grimace, eyes squeezed tightly shut, groaning and straining as the orgasm surged through her.

No sooner had she finished than she opened her eyes and said, “Do me, okay? Do me the way you did her.” She turned onto her back, pushing me down between her legs. “Just like — just like you’re my mom, and I’m your little girl. Do me like that. Eat your little girl, Mommy, make me come.”

“All right,” I nodded, and together we fulfilled one of Jae’s favorite fantasies, having our mother lick her pussy.

She opened her legs wide. Her labia were parted, gooey, sticky moisture gleaming within. I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, then licked my lips and began eating my sister.

Her taste was strong, more earthy than Kerie’s or Tina’s or mine. Salty, tangy, slightly bitter, but oh so delicious. I loved it.

It wasn’t long until she came — not because I’m an expert at pussy licking, but because Jae was so turned on. As I kissed and licked and sucked, she called me Mommy, saying how much she needed me, wanted me. She held my head, pulling me against her, guiding me. Within only a minute or two, she was crying out, coming in my mouth.

A short rest was all she needed. Still panting, trembling, Jae soon pulled me up. “Sit on my face,” she said, “like you did with Kerie.”

“Okay.” I mounted her, spreading my pussy lips apart, just as I’d done with my little girl, showing myself to her.

“Look at Mommy,” I said. “Look at Mommy’s cunt. You want to lick me, baby girl, put your tongue inside me?”

“Oh my god, yes!”

I rode Jae’s tongue, as I’d ridden Kerie’s, and I came explosively. Jae held me tight, not letting me go, and kept licking, eating, sucking until I climaxed a second time.

By then, it was too intense, the sensations so acute I couldn’t take any more. I finished and rolled off her, collapsing onto the bed, both hands clamped between my legs.

She laughed, kissing my cheek, and then waited, letting me recover — but only briefly. After less than a minute, Jae was on top of me again, kissing and grinding.

My sister was ravenous that night. She simply couldn’t get enough of me, of my body, of incestuous sex, and I felt the same. It was so thrilling to be with her, touching and licking each other everywhere, probing, exploring, doing anything we wanted, exploring all our dirtiest fantasies, coming again and again.

Some time later, I don’t know how long it was — two hours, three hours? — we were finally spent, exhausted, drenched with sweat, covered in pussy juice. The DVD had long since concluded, the music CD ended, the incense burned out.

We lay together side by side, panting. It had been an amazing, unforgettable first time for us.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “That was… so great.”

She found my hand and squeezed it. “Yeah, I know. It was.”

Then I thought of something and decided to tell Jae about it. I considered turning onto my side to face her, but my muscles felt too weak, completely worn out. It was all I could do to slowly turn my head.

“Hey, um, you know what?” I began.

“What?”

“I want to tell you kind of a secret.”

“Okay.”

“It’s about, uh, Tina and her mother, Valerie. Something they do.”

“Okay.”

I chuckled. “Having that DVD on tonight, sort of watching it with you, made me think about it. ‘Cause, um, that’s what they do too. They watch porn, lesbian porn, and they masturbate with each other.”

Jae’s eyes had been closed, but now she opened them and turned to me. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And she told you?”

“Yep, she did.”

“Wow,” she grinned. “Mothers and daughters watching porn and masturbating together… moms having sex with their little girls… it’s a pretty wild world, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

We were quiet for a moment or two, but then she said, “Hmm, I wonder.”

“What.”

“You said Kerie was at a sleepover tonight with Melissa, right? At Rose’s house?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Well, do you think those two got up to anything with each other? Kerie and Melissa?”

I shrugged. “Probably they did. I mean, you heard her tell me about the things they did last weekend at our house. Kind of trying to trib and stuff, although it didn’t really work. I’m sure they played some games like that in bed.”

“Yeah, but I wonder if Kerie might have tried something else with her tonight, something new. You know, like oral sex.”

“Ooh, I don’t know. Maybe.”

Again we paused, both of us thinking. I began picturing my daughter with cute little Melissa, licking the child’s pussy. Soon I felt a stir between my legs. The idea was definitely turning me on. I was still too wiped out to do much about it, but I did clench my thighs, stimulating my clit.

Jae squeezed my hand again. “Let’s get in bed, okay? I’ll turn out the light. It’s awful late.”

“Okay.”

Somehow I managed to push myself up to a sitting position, groaning with the effort, then got shakily to my feet. I helped Jae open the bed, pulling back the covers. She switched off the lamp and we climbed in.

We cuddled, kissing a few times, but soon fell fast asleep.

 

When I finally awoke, sunlight was streaming in the window. Jae wasn’t there, but I smelled coffee. Mmm, it smelled so delicious, so tempting.

I yawned, stretched, then raised my head and looked around for a clock before remembering that Jae didn’t keep one in her room. She always used her smart phone to tell the time and to wake her if she needed an alarm.

Sitting up in bed, I stretched again, feeling rested, content, happy, and… something else. I felt bawdy, wanton, slutty, but in the best possible way. I’d had sex, great sex, amazing sex, so much sex. I’d given, taken, and enjoyed more orgasms than I could count. My pussy certainly was sore enough to prove that. It made me smile.

I looked down at my body. A little too flabby, boobs sagging more than I’d like, cellulite on my thighs and butt, a woman’s body heading quickly toward middle age — and yet capable of doing such wonderful things. All in all, I’d take it.

“Yep,” I said out loud. “I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone’s. Even with these floppy tits. Nice nipples anyway. Kerie likes sucking them. So do Jae, and Tina. And —”

“Who are you talking to?”

It was my sister, standing at the bedroom door, wearing a robe, holding two cups of coffee. I hadn’t heard her come upstairs.

“No one,” I chuckled, “just myself. Congratulating myself on having a woman’s body that loves to fuck.”

“Oh, okay,” she grinned. “That’s a good thing to think about, I guess.”

After handing a mug to me, Jae sat on the side of the bed, sipping from her own.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, reveling in the rich aroma, then taking a sip. It was extremely good coffee, high quality, much more expensive than the kind I would usually buy.

“Wow, this is perfect, just what I needed. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Almost noon.”

Noon?!! Are you kidding me?”

“No,” she laughed, “I’m not kidding.”

“Why did you let me sleep so late?”

“Well, you were tired. You needed it. I didn’t get up myself until maybe half an hour ago. After all, we were up until almost four in the morning.”

“That late? Were we really?”

“Uh-huh, we were. You’re a woman who loves to fuck, and so am I.”

We both laughed, enjoying our coffee, our company, our sluttiness.

 

Jae and I showered together that day, something else we hadn’t done since we were kids. It was fun, giggling and teasing and playing like little girls, though some of the things we did in there we had never done as children.

Before getting in the shower, I’d used Jae’s cell phone to call Rose. Mine was downstairs somewhere in my purse, where I’d left it. I apologized to Rose, saying I’d be a bit later than planned to pick up my daughter. She said that was fine. They had nothing special going on that afternoon, and there was no hurry.

I considered going home first to change clothes before retrieving Kerie, but finally decided not to bother. So, in my gauzy blouse and swishy skirt and strappy heels (and no panties), I thanked Jae for a nice dinner and a wonderful evening, kissed her goodbye, then jumped in the car.

Rose asked me inside, insisting I take her up on the cup of coffee I’d declined a few weeks earlier, following Melissa’s birthday party. Actually, it was a drink I’d declined then, not coffee — but it was definitely way too early in the day for that. Plus, I’d drunk plenty the night before and was still feeling the effects of it. I rarely drank that much and wasn’t used to it.

At any rate, Rose practically dragged me into her house and led me back to the kitchen where we chatted while she brewed a fresh pot. The little girls, Kerie and Melissa, were outside, playing on the patio. Kerie saw me through the sliding glass door and waved, shouting, “Hi, Mommy,” and I waved back.

Rose’s older daughter Emily was outside too, lying on a towel beside the pool, wearing a teeny-tiny bikini and working on her tan. When she heard Kerie call to me, the 13-year-old raised her head, looking my way. Our eyes met, and I caught an expression from her that I was sure I hadn’t seen before. It seemed to suggest sexual interest. Was that possible, or was I only imagining things?

“I was hoping Jae might come along with you again,” said Rose, interrupting my reverie. “I like seeing her. ‘Course I’ll see her later tonight, we have another date, so it’s not like a big deal or anything.”

“Yeah, uh, she said she had some things to do today. But I’m sure you’ll have a fun time this evening.”

The coffee was ready by then. Rose poured two cups. “You don’t take milk, do you? Or sugar?”

“No, thanks. I take it black… like my men.”

“What?!” she laughed.

I shook my head, grinning. “Never mind. It’s a line from an old movie.”

“Oh, all right. So would you like to sit outside for a bit? It’s a lovely day.”

“Sure, that would be nice.”

We sat in the shade, or at least I did. Rose pulled her chair over a bit to face the sun. I preferred my vantage point. From where I was seated, I could pretend I was looking at my daughter, which I was, but also in my direct line of sight was Emily’s delicious young body in her barely-there bikini.

As I was taking a seat in the patio chair, I reminded myself to be careful and keep my legs together. No need flashing these kids. But then I thought, hmm, maybe I should. After that look I’d received from Emily, it might not be such a bad idea.

Except — had I really seen that look? Or was I only seeing what I wanted to see? My libido had gone so far out of control in the past month or so that I couldn’t trust myself anymore. It seemed to me that nearly every woman and girl I saw was sending signals of lesbian lust. They couldn’t all be that way, could they?

Rose and I chatted about nothing as we sipped our coffee: shopping, clothes, TV shows. Unlike me, she was a talker. I mostly just listened, gazing at Emily, picturing her naked.

Then, what I was hoping might happen did happen. “Emily, honey, you better turn over now,” said Rose. “I don’t want you to burn.”

The girl nodded, shifting from her tummy onto her back. The bikini bottom snugged up into her crotch, clearly displaying her cleft. A classic camel toe. God, it was really turning me on.

I crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together. Emily reached down to scratch an itch on her belly, just above her mound. Her fingers lingered there a moment as if she might be tempted to slip them inside the thin fabric and touch herself. Again, that was almost certainly my imagination, but who knows? Maybe it wasn’t.

Slowly, I recrossed my legs, taking my time. None of the girls were looking my way, unfortunately, so my attempt at flashing got no results.

Rose chattered on, the little kids played, and Emily adjusted her top. She still had almost no tits, but I could see her erect nipples poking through. I clenched my thighs again, licking my lips, feeling my clit tingle.

Finally I could stand it no longer. Setting my mug on a table, I got up. “Be right back,” I smiled at Rose. “Gotta visit the ladies’.”

“All right. Would you like some more coffee?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

Inside the house, I found the downstairs bathroom. I locked the door and shoved my hand up under my skirt. I didn’t have to pee, but I did need to come. Even after all that sex the night before, and even with a sore pussy, I absolutely had to masturbate.

I leaned against the counter, eyes closed, one hand holding my pussy lips apart, the other rubbing my clit and fucking my cunt. I fantasized that Emily was in there with me, taking off her bathing suit, letting me see her tiny breasts, her puffy nipples, her mound with hair just beginning to grow.

“Yes, yes,” I whispered, feeling an orgasm quickly starting to build.

Less than a minute later, I was ready. I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to cry out as I came. The climax was strong, though not overpowering. The soreness of my vulva did have a dampening effect.

When I finished, I licked my fingers but chose not to wash my hands. It would be nice to be able to sniff the scent of pussy as I gazed at Emily. I straightened my skirt and blouse, checked my face in the mirror. Hm, a bit flushed. With a tissue, I dabbed some sweat away. All right, that’s good enough.

I unlocked the bathroom door and opened it, then froze. Emily was standing just outside.

The petite girl, less than five feet tall, looked up at me, smiling. She held my eyes a moment, then cocked her head adorably. “I have to go too.”

“Okay,” I nodded and stepped out into the hall, turning to watch Emily enter the bathroom, her little butt wagging. Before closing the door she gave me one more look, and this time I was certain I wasn’t seeing things. There was no question in my mind that Emily had an interest in me, a sexual interest. I took a deep breath, then went back outside.

Kerie and I stayed about a half hour longer. Rose drank a second cup of coffee, but I declined any more. I listened to Rose talk, responding occasionally as I ogled Emily on the towel, smelling my fingers and fantasizing.

 

It was almost 2:30 by the time we got home. Kerie wasn’t hungry since she’d had lunch earlier at Rose’s house, but I wanted something to eat. All I’d had so far that day was coffee, along with a single piece of toast at Jae’s. On the other hand, we’d been invited to dinner that evening at the Knights’ and I didn’t want to spoil my appetite.

I finally decided just to have a cup of yogurt, after changing out of my skirt into shorts and a pullover top.

“Know what, Mommy?” said Kerie, as I sat the kitchen table, spooning my blueberry yogurt.

“What, honey?”

“Melissa said I could tell you now. She said it’s okay.”

“Tell me what?”

“The secret, about Emily and her mom. You know.”

“Oh, well… but what would Emily think about that?” I asked.

“She said it’s okay too. They both said so.”

“They did?”

“Uh-huh, last night in Melissa’s room. Emily came in there too, with us. She came in, um, after we were supposed to be asleep except we weren’t. We were just talking, and then Emily came in. She said if we wanted to we could go hear her mom doing that thing in her bedroom where she watches movies and, you know, masturbates.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah. So we went out in the hall and we stood by her door for a minute, um, Ms. Beddingdon’s door, I mean. We could hear stuff, but not really that much. Just some sounds. Then we went back in Melissa’s room. Emily came with us.”

“Okay.” I finished my yogurt and set the container down as I wondered where this was going. “Then what happened?”

“Emily talked about the secret. Before, she hadn’t said anything about it to me, but now she did. She knew I already knew. She knew Melissa told me and she wasn’t mad or anything.”

“That’s good, I’m glad she wasn’t mad. So, what is the secret?”

I had to ask, I couldn’t resist. Ethics be damned.

“It’s about kissing, remember? How her mom kisses Emily.”

“She does?”

“Yeah. She goes in Emily’s room at night sometimes and gets in bed with her and they kiss. She says she’s teaching her how. Same as how you showed me, I guess.”

“Wow, that’s… interesting. Rose, uh, Ms. Beddingdon is teaching Emily how to kiss?”

“Uh-huh. Emily said they do it a lot. Not every night, but kind of a lot. She says she likes it.”

“Oh my goodness.”

“And I told Emily you kiss me too like her mom, that you’re teaching me how, using my tongue and stuff. That’s not bad, is it? You said kissing wasn’t bad.”

“Uh, no, kissing isn’t bad,” I answered distractedly. It was obvious now why Emily had been looking at me that afternoon the way she had.

“So Emily enjoys it,” I mused, “when her mother gets in bed with her and kisses her…”

“Uh-huh, she does.”

“Hmm, very nice. Okay, what happened next?”

“Well, I asked her if I could tell you, you know, tell the secret about them kissing, and Emily said I could. She said it was okay. Melissa did too.”

“All right. That’s fine, I suppose.”

“But you know what else, Mommy?”

“What?”

“Emily says she wants to play the game with her mom.”

“You told her about that?” I frowned. “About what we do?”

Kerie shook her head. “Uh-uh, I didn’t. Melissa did.”

I rolled my eyes. Trying to keep secrets among an 8-year-old and a 9-year-old was plainly impossible. Oh well, I could only hope that if and when Rose heard about it, she wouldn’t be too terribly shocked.

“It was after they did it with their teddies,” said Kerie. “That’s when she told her.”

I was confused by what seemed an abrupt change of subject. “She… after they… did what exactly?”

“Emily got a teddy bear from her room and Melissa picked up hers, then they both got on top of ‘em and, you know, rubbed for a minute and got orgasms.”

“They did?!”

“Yeah. I didn’t know they did it together, but they do sometimes, they said. They took off their undies and got on Melissa’s bed on top of the two teddies beside each other. They rubbed and sorta had a race, like seeing who could do it faster.”

“And they — and they came?”

“Uh-huh, they both did, twice.”

“Twice?”

“Yeah,” said Kerie. “After them, I tried it again too, you know, with one of the teddies, but it didn’t really work.”

“Okay…”

“That’s when Melissa told Emily I do that with you, though, and you do it with me. Like on the teddies, except with each other. Then Emily said she wished she could do it with her mom, rub on her like that.”

I nodded, gazing off into space.

My head was flooded with erotic images… Emily and Melissa humping the teddy bears side by side, both girls reaching climax as my daughter watched… Rose in bed with Emily at night, lying on top of her, kissing her wetly… Emily tribbing with her mom, fucking her pussy to pussy… that last one hadn’t occurred yet, of course, but now it seemed as if it might someday.

“And, um, did you kids do anything else before you went to sleep?” I was thinking about the conversation I’d had the night before with my sister, when Jae had speculated about the little girls attempting oral sex. Could that actually have happened as well? I hoped it had!

“No,” said Kerie, “we talked some more, then Emily went back in her room and me and Melissa just got in bed.”

“Did you… do anything new with Melissa?”

“Uh-uh. We tickled some, and I got on top of her and tried the game again for a minute, but it’s not the same as with you. It’s not as good. She doesn’t feel like you do, her pussy. It doesn’t get all warm and gooey and slippery likes yours does. So then I got off her.”

“Okay.”

I smiled to myself as I pondered my daughter’s words, that she loved the way my pussy became so wet when she humped me naked in bed. What would someone think if they heard her saying that? What would Rose think? Would it excite her, or repel her? I knew the effect it had on Jae. It turned her on to hear the things Kerie and I did. And the same with Tina. Would Rose be turned on by it too? Should I tell her and find out?

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna play the game now? Cuz I do.”

I looked at my little girl. She was grinning and had a hand between her legs, inside her shorts, playing with herself. I hadn’t seen her do that before. Masturbation was still a work in progress for Kerie, but apparently she was starting to get the hang of it.

“Well, uh, maybe, but…”

After a moment’s hesitation, I decided to tell her the truth. No secrets.

“We can certainly do some things,” I smiled. “I’d love to, but see, the thing is I’m a little sore down there. My pussy. I had sex with Aunt Jae last night, a whole lot of it, and I’m kind of worn out. But I do want to get in bed with you and play. I can lick you, though, okay? And maybe you can lick me. We just have to be careful, because I’m a little bit tender.”

“Okay, Mommy. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

We went to my bedroom and had a wonderful time. I played with Kerie for a while first, really played, tickling and laughing with her as I’d promised myself I would. Then I got down between her legs and licked my daughter, soon bringing her to orgasm.

After that, we kissed for a long time and then I fingered her, rubbing her little clit and teasing at the opening to her vagina. She enjoyed a second climax that way. It was so hot, my hand between her legs, my tongue in her mouth, feeling her little body respond. I never get tired of having sex with her.

By then, however, it was time for us to start getting ready for our dinner at the Knights’.

Continue on to Chapter 17

8 Comments on Secrets, Chapter 16

  1. Poppabear or PoppaClyde2 says:

    Another great chapter, Mommy Dearest, you do these better than anyone I know.

    But, and I am sorry about this, we have to be professional about these things. You have a misplaced character name when Kerie is telling her mother about the conversation with Emily.

    In the paragraph beginning “Uh-huh, last night in Melissa’s room.” You use Melissa’s name when it should be Emily’s.

  2. Aha, you are so right — thanks for catching that! :)

    (it’s fixed)

  3. Poppabear or PoppaClyde2 says:

    You are so quick!

  4. kacey says:

    Great chapter, living up to your name again NM!! ;-)

  5. Drod says:

    Sizzling. Can’t wait for next chapter. ;-)

  6. MarkusWo says:

    Oh Naughty Mommy, the sister incest was so hot, I couldn’t stop reading and re-reading it.
    Of course with a very “happy ending” for me, too :-)

    Thank you so much!

  7. revelnit says:

    Hmm well maybe Mom could arrange some matchmaking between Melissa and HER mom. Maybe a swap later?

  8. sue says:

    it would mostly be just reprinting the whole chapter if I told you every place me and Kim had a cum. but my big cum was here//

    We were naked. As we rolled together, kissing, groping, grinding, Jae whispered, “I want you to tell me about it.”

    “Tell you about what?”

    “About Kerie, about licking her pussy. You did it, didn’t you?”

    “Yeah, I sure did.”

    “And did she lick yours too?”

    “Uh-huh, she did. While I, uh, while I sat on her face.”

    “That is so fucking hot. Tell me all about it, okay?”

    And so I did. I told her how I’d lay on the bed with my daughter, my 8-year-old little girl, and spread her legs, kissing her labia, slipping my tongue into her vagina, sucking her sweet clit, making her come. While I described everything I’d done, Jae and I masturbated one another, lying side by side, looking into each other’s eyes, sometimes kissing.

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