My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 20

  • Posted on December 7, 2017 at 9:19 am

By Purple Les

Mom always wakes me on Saturdays to see if I want to go to the farmers’ market with her. On Sunday, she lets me sleep in if I want. But today was Saturday. Most often I go, but if I want to sleep in she’ll let me. This morning when she woke me I was just having a dream. What woke me was Mom shaking my butt through the heavy blanket on my bed.

I was laying on my tummy and I was having a sex dream. Mom shaking my butt made me come in my dream, and I came for real too.

I woke up and it took me a moment to know I’d been dreaming, and that Mom’s face near me now in the dim light of my bedroom was real.

“Katy, did you just have a sex dream?” Mom asked in a soft whisper. She was kneeling on the floor by the head of my bed.

“Um, yeah. I guess I did. How did you know?” I replied very sleepily, still trying to figure out what happened.

My hand was under me inside my pajama bottoms. I guess I’d been humping the palm of my hand. My middle finger was inside my pussy. I turned over on my side and yawned. I felt good, you know that good relaxed “nothing matters” feeling you get right after a come.

“Well, angel, you were moving around and you had the most beautiful look on your face. The look you get when you come. I guess when I shook your behind to wake you, it maybe set you off. Sorry I woke you out of the dream. I didn’t think about it till it was too late, I guess.”

Mom kissed my forehead, and asked, “Do you want to get up and go to the market with me?”

I was still trying to wake up. I yawned again, and said, “I don’t know.” I turned over onto my back.

Mom kissed me on the lips softly. She pulled the covers back and saw my hand under my pajama bottoms. Mom undid the two snaps on my pajama bottoms and opened them up.

She looked at my hand, and my finger in my pussy, and said, “Well, I guess my angel had a nice dream.” Then she put her hand on mine and slowly pulled my finger out of my pussy. After she’d pulled my finger out she looked at it, like she would look at a fruit or vegetable, trying to decide how ripe it was. Mom smiled and took my middle finger into her mouth and sucked on it.

“That tastes so good, angel,” Mom said after she took my finger out of her mouth.

“What’s it taste like, Mom?” I asked her, still in a sleepy haze.

“Like sweet little girl come, like come from an angel,” Mom answered before she kissed me again. This time she kissed me longer and she sucked my tongue into her mouth. She broke the kiss as we started breathing hard.

As she looked at me she said, “Katy, do you remember any of your dream?”

I did remember it mostly, though sort of the way shadows fade at dusk. I nodded and said, “Yeah, I kinda remember most of it.”

Mom pulled my pajama bottoms down and off and tossed them aside. She unbuttoned my pajama top and opened it up, but didn’t take it off me.

“Katy, I want you to tell me as much of it as you can recall. While you do that, I’m going to lick your pussy and see if we can’t get that second come out of you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s cool.” No sooner had I said that than Mom started kissing and licking my pussy.

“Golly, that feels so good, Mom.”

As Mom was eating me, I tried my best to remember what I had just dreamed.

“Well, it’s weird,” I began to tell her. “I was in school. We were in assembly. The school principal and Officer Sanchez were talking about things kids should never do. So they showed a movie of kids doing stuff they should never do. In the movie, all these kids around my age were sexting on their cell phones. And they were having sex online.”

“Do you remember how it looked in your dream?” Mom asked me as she took her mouth off my pussy long enough to take off her robe. Now she was nude, and as she put her mouth back on my pussy, she started to play with her own pussy.

“Well, in the movie, the kids were boys and girls, and real cute, and the grownup voice would say, ‘Never do this,’ and then they would show kids getting naked and taking pictures of each other and sending them to other kids. Then the voice said, ‘And never join a Watch-Me-Come club.’ Then they showed all these kids online, naked and masturbating for each other to watch.”

“Then I was back in class. Except it wasn’t my real class. It was just all girls, and Mary and Siobhan were in my class. So were cousin Sammie and Penny too. And a lot of girls I didn’t know. Mrs Collins called me to the front of the class. She was bare naked. Except there was always something in front of her and, as hard as I tried, I couldn’t see the good stuff, but I knew she was naked. I looked back at the class and all the girls were naked too.

“Mrs Collins told me to not be so shy. She undressed me in front of the whole class.”

I could hear Mom playing with her wet pussy. She lifted her head a moment and said, “Yes, Katy! Tell me all you can.”

I moaned a little as Mom went back down on me.

“Well, Mrs Collins made me stand naked on her desk. All the girls came by and touched my pussy. Then the girl with the hijab came by with her big sister. They were naked too, except they both had their hijabs on. The girl Mary had helped said, ‘We have a special treat for you.’”

Mom was doing a good job on me. I was close to having a super come, but that was okay since what happened in the dream was almost over also.

“After she said that, Mrs Collins had me get on my hands and knees on her desk. I had to stick my butt way up. All the girls, and Mrs Collins, were looking at my pussy and asshole. They were all saying they liked my ass. Then the girl with the hijab said, ‘Here is your treat.’ She brought in Ronnie Cuthbert. Old ‘Tater Tits’ was wearing a vest, cowboys boots, and leather chaps and nothing else. Mrs Collins said, ‘Your treat, and Ronnie’s punishment, is that she will now lick that tight sweet asshole of yours.’ All the girls were cheering and Ronnie put her face near my ass. I could feel her hands on my ass cheeks… that’s where I came in my dream and woke up, Mom.”

I reached back and hung on to my pillow for dear life. Mom was grunting between licks on my pussy. I could see her pussy squirting stuff all over her hand. I tried to wiggle away from Mom’s mouth but couldn’t.

“Mom! Oh, golly! Oh, golly! Don’t! Please stop!”

Mom looked up at me.

I put my hands on her head, pushed her face back toward my pussy and yelled, “Mom! Please, don’t stop!”

A moment later, I’d come in and on my Mom’s mouth and face.

Mom was grunting. Her mouth was still by my pussy. I looked and saw her robe was all wet from where she’d been kneeling over it. Mom kissed my thighs, and then up my body till we were French-kissing again. Then she rested her head on my chest for minute.

She pulled the covers up on me and said, “I have to shower and dress. You can decide if you want to go with me to the market.”

After I heard the shower stop, I got out of bed. Poor Ingrid, the sock monkey, had been tossed to the foot of the bed. I hugged her, and tucked her into my bed. I threw on my play clothes and went to the bathroom to pee and wash up.

When I came out, Mom was dressed and ready to go. She asked if I’d made up my mind.

“Yeah, Mom, I want to go. Can I have my allowance please? I want to stop at the comic book store.”

“I’m sorry,” Mom said, between sips of coffee, “grounded girls don’t get an allowance.”

“Mom! All the new comics come out today. This is the issue where Spiderman fights the Human Torch before they save the rest of the Fantastic Four.”

“Sorry, you’ll have to use your savings or Christmas money.”

“I don’t have any left! Mom, even if I don’t get my other comics, I got to have the new Spiderman. I got to!”

“Sorry, sugar. Are you going to sulk here at home? Or can I buy you breakfast at the diner?”

I figured I could at least get a big breakfast, so I went with Mom to the market. I didn’t feel much like eating when we left, but when we sat down in the diner and the waitress came over I was starving. I ordered my breakfast. The waitress smiled at Mom and said, “Is she really going to eat all that, Carol?”

Mom sighed and said, “Yes, she will. I don’t know where she puts it.”

The waitress sighed and said, “I wish I could eat like that and stay thin.”

“Yeah, don’t we all,” Mom said as the waitress left.

I ate my waffle with lots of maple syrup, chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs and hash browns, while Mom had her bagel and more coffee. The waitress came by and said, “Anything else, ladies?”

“I’m all set, thanks,” said Mom. “Katy?”

“May I please have a vanilla malted milkshake?”

Mom sighed and said, “Really?”

“Yes, please.”

The waitress smiled at Mom and put my order in. When she came back, Mom paid her and said to me, “When you finish that, catch up with me at the market. I have to start shopping.”

I finished my shake. It took me a little while to find Mom in the crowd. When I found her I gave her a big hug and thanked her for breakfast. She did a lot of shopping, and would hand bags of vegetables and fruit to me. By the time she was done I thought my arms would fall off from all the groceries I had to carry back to the pickup truck.

The old truck made funny noises and didn’t start. Mom patted the dashboard gently and said, “Come on, sweetie, just once more, you can do it.”

The truck made less funny noises and still didn’t start.

Mom pumped the gas pedal twice and said, “Okay, baby, here we go.”

The pickup almost started, then died.

Mom pounded her fist on the steering wheel, and swore. She swore a long time. In between swear words she told the truck how she was going to drive it into the river, or scrap it for junk. Then Mom turned the key and the pickup motor roared to life.

She smiled at me and we drove off.

Mom stopped at the library and had me wait in the truck so she could keep the motor running. She came back very fast and handed me three books and said, “Sorry about your comics, here’s some stuff for you to read.”

I groaned. They were thick books and only one of them had any pictures. The one with photographs in it was called The Life of Mahatma Gandhi. The other book was about Martin Luther King, and the third book was about Susan B. Anthony. They were all as big as a phone book.

I frowned at Mom then looked out the window and said, “Gee, thanks a million.”

When I looked at Mom again she seemed very happy.

Mom stopped the pickup in our driveway. When she turned the key off, the truck kept running.

She swore again, “Stop, you damn piece of shit! Damn thing won’t start, then won’t stop. Stop, damn it!”

Then the pickup gave a big shudder and went dead quiet. It was quiet as we took out the groceries. I could hear the soft pings of the pickup engine as the motor cooled off. I heard the birds chirping in the back yard as they fought over the birdseed in the feeder.

After we’d put the food away, and I’d done my chores, I was bored. I wondered how cowboys could stand not having TV or the internet. I guess if I’d had a horse I wouldn’t care about that stuff either. So, I ended up looking at the pictures in the Gandhi book. They were cool, and I started to read the book.

I lost track of time. Mom took the book from me and marked my place and said, “You’ve had those clothes on all week. Go take a shower, and put those clothes in the hamper.”

Mom patted my butt as I headed toward the bathroom. I pooped a big poop, and took a long hot shower. I even washed my hair.

I came out naked, and Mom dried my hair. I didn’t want to go to my room to dress. So I put on my bunny slippers that were downstairs, and Mom put one of her warm flannel shirts on me. It was like a dress on me. She had to roll the sleeves way up so my hands would be free.

Aunt Billie showed up not long after. While Mom made dinner, Aunt Billie sat on the couch with me while I told her all about everything that had happened the last couple days. She asked me what I had on under the shirt.

I said, “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

“Okay,” Aunt Billie said, “that sounds like fun. Stand up.”

I did and she put her hand on my ankle where the shirt ended and moved her left hand up the inside of my right leg and moved it slowly up my leg. She didn’t stop till she got to my pussy. Then she felt around till her hand was squeezing my bare butt cheek. She smiled and said, “Well, I think you have nothing on underneath that shirt. Do you?”

I smiled back and said, “You’re right. Without the shirt I’d be naked. Would you like that? I mean, me being naked?”

Aunt Billie kissed me on the mouth and said, “I’d like that a lot.”

Mom called us to come in for dinner, and Aunt Billie said, “We’ll continue this after we eat,” and then she winked at me and smiled.

Continue on to Chapter 21

3 Comments on My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 20

  1. Myka says:

    Loved this chapter of your story … as a newbie here I have not read many of the stories yet including this one but having read this chapter, I will go back and start reading @ chapter 1 :)

  2. sue says:

    I liked this chapter a lot.

  3. Purple Les says:

    Thank you both. Myka, it’s so nice to hear you liked this chapter and may read the whole thing. If you do I hope you enjoy.

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