Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 14

  • Posted on February 10, 2018 at 7:54 am

By Cheryl Taggert

When Corinne woke up in the empty bed only a half hour later, she got up and stumbled out into the family room. There, she found Laura and Emily busily licking each other in a very erotic sixty-nine. She thought of joining them, but realized her pussy was rather sore from all the sex the night before. She’d been well-satisfied and didn’t really need to come again, although the idea was intriguing. She heard some noises in the kitchen and followed the sounds to find Sandra there, fully dressed and starting some bacon and eggs for breakfast.

Sandra turned to the young girl and grinned. She had gotten up, showered and dressed, and had found her daughters engaged in sex upon coming out of her room and into the family room. She, too, had considered joining them, but like Corinne, she’d been satisfied from the fun the night before and that morning. She looked at the younger girl, who was still naked. ”Hey, sweetie! Hungry?”

“Yeah,” Corinne said, trying to stifle a yawn without success.

“I know sex always makes me famished,” Sandra said. “I imagine those two on the sofa will be joining us soon.” As if on cue, Corinne heard the moans from the family room growing louder as one of the girls — it sounded like Emily — approached an orgasm.

“Can I ask a question?” Corinne asked.

“Sure,” Sandra said, standing over the bacon.

“What made you decide to let Laura and Emily enjoy sex together?”

Sandra looked at her. “Well, to be honest, it was selfishness on my part. I wanted to have sex with them.”

“Oh. When did that happen? I mean, when did you realize you wanted to have sex with them?”

“It’s been practically forever. You see, I love girls and I love sex. I’ve been having sex — all kinds and with lots of people — since I was young. My brother took my virginity, and my younger sister was my first girl-girl sex, followed by my older sister. Then threesomes with them or one of them and my brother, or foursomes. Mmmm. life was so much fun.” She looked at Corinne with a sly grin. “It still is. So, I guess you could say incest was just a part of my growing up. I never considered it taboo or ugly or anything like that. I always loved it.”

“How long have the three of you been having sex together?”

“Which three?” Sandra asked.

“You and your daughters.”

“Oh, not that long really. I would fantasize about them from the time they were little things, thinking of all the lovely things I could teach them, but I guess that whole ‘moms don’t do that with their daughters’ silliness got in my way. We started just a few weeks ago, actually. They started doing it together some time ago, apparently.” She thought about it for a second and laughed. “Like mother, like daughters, I suppose.”

“And it doesn’t bother you that you three have sex?”

“Why should it? We love each other, and we can’t get each other pregnant, which is the biggest reason for outlawing incest. After all, birth defects can easily result if a brother and sister or father and daughter have a baby together. The chance decreases the more distant the biological connection, but we don’t have to worry about that. For us, it’s just all about the fun.”

“My mom would shit if she knew what I did last night, and she’d call the police if she knew you were having sex with your daughters.”

“Then we have to make sure she never finds out, right?”

Corinne laughed. “Of course. I didn’t mean to suggest I would ever tell anyone. I know what would happen if I did, and it’s not like I am all innocent in this either. I wanted what happened to happen.”

“Even the sex with me?” Sandra asked.

“Yeah. I was kinda envious of Laura and Emily that they could not only have sex with each other, but also with you. I kinda wish–” She stopped there, realizing she was about to spill her secret.

“Wish what?” Sandra said, not allowing the girl to escape.

“Well, I wish I had a sister and that my mom was more like you. It’d been kinda cool being able to have sex whenever we wanted to.”

“Yeah, I guess it is kind of cool,” Sandra said. “Are you sure your mom would shit about that?”

“Oh, yeah. She doesn’t even know I masturbate.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. She’s a woman, after all. She’s been your age, and it’s not like she’s a virgin. If she likes sex at all, and we’ve spoken and I can assure you she does, she masturbated and still does.”

“How do you know my mom likes sex?”

“Well, it’s not like she just came out and said, ‘By the way, I love sex,’ but she is a very, well, liberal person in a lot of ways, and she exudes sex appeal.”

Corinne giggled. “Are you saying you find my mom attractive?”

“Of course. Don’t you?”

Corinne blushed. “Well . . . ”

The sound of Laura reaching an orgasm in the next room caught their attention as Sandra removed the bacon from the pan and started cracking eggs to scramble them.

Sandra spoke while she cracked eggs. “I think if you approached your mom and wanted to talk about your sexual desires, she would be more open to discussing them than you think.”

“Oh, I could never do that.”

Sandra looked at Corinne, her eyebrows raised in question. “Would you like for me to talk to her?”

“About what?”

“You, silly. And feel her out on her opinion of how far along you are, sexually speaking.”

“Oh, my God, No!” Corinne said, her hands flying to hide her blushing cheeks. “I don’t want her to know what I’ve done here!”

“Oh, no, honey. I don’t mean tell her you had sex with my daughters, and especially not that you had sex with me. You’re right about that. She might have me arrested. No, I mean feel her out about things like masturbation. We’re both moms and I could approach her about what she’s doing to handle the fact you are growing up . . . and out.”

“Do you think that would be a good idea?”

“It would certainly put your mind at ease. I mean, wouldn’t it be nice if you could at least masturbate at home without worrying about what might happen if she caught you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to her at swim practice this afternoon.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Positive.”

Corinne walked into the family room and found the sisters on the carpeted floor. They lay back on the carpeting and were catching their breath while doing their best to cool down. Noticing the smeared fluids on each girl’s face, she squatted down and took turns kissing each of them, relishing the flavor.

“Whew!” Laura said, as she waved her hands over her body in an attempt to fan herself. “I need a shower.”

“So do I,” Emily echoed and looked at Corinne. “Why didn’t you join us?”

Laura answered her. “Mom got her up early this morning and tongue-fucked her into oblivion.”

Emily giggled. “Yeah, I know how that is,” she said. “Mom’s insatiable. She once licked me to so many orgasms I lost count. It must have gone on for like an hour.”

“Actually, your mom sent me to get you two to come eat breakfast. She’s fixing bacon and eggs.”

“And hashbrowns!” they heard from the kitchen.

Laura looked unsure. “You think you can handle the odor from us not getting showers?”

“Hey, I’m smelling you now, and it doesn’t bother me. Mostly, you smell like pussy.”

Emily looked at her sister and said, “Then she definitely doesn’t care.” The three girls started laughing at Emily’s comment, and Corinne stood up, helping both girls to their feet. Each of the sisters stood on wobbly legs and followed Corinne into the kitchen.

“Smells great!” Laura said. The girls sat around the kitchen table and ate their breakfast naked. Then after they’d finished, Corinne got an idea. Pushing her seat back from the table, she spread her legs and reached down to her pussy. She was sore, but she figured one more orgasm wouldn’t hurt. She could rest her clit later.

As the sisters and their mother watched, she began toying with her labia, spreading the soft flesh to reveal the treasure beneath. Then she explored the inner lips, spreading and rubbing them to get her juices flowing. Dipping a finger into her vagina, she coated it with her nectar and brought it to her lips, sucking the digit clean before delving back into her crotch for more of her honey. She watched and nearly laughed when she saw Emily licking her lips subconsciously. Laura started to move to the floor to feast on the pussy, but Corinne stopped her. “No, just watch, okay?”

Laura sat back in her chair reluctantly. It wasn’t that she needed more sex, but she wanted to do this favor for her friend. Still, if Corinne preferred her own fingers right then, she would do as the girl wanted and watch.

Corinne’s fingers moved up the crevice between her inner labia to her clit, rubbing some of the copious fluids on the sensitive pearl. She could feel her body shiver slightly and began a rhythmic dance between her fingers and her clit. She would rub her button for a few seconds before reaching down to her vagina, where she would insert a finger, draw out some honey, and smear it around, finally returning to her small, protruding clit. As she did this, the journey quickened over time until she was spending more and more time on the center of her desire, that small nub of flesh that could make her squirm with just a touch.

Soon, she concentrated on her clit and nothing else, rubbing it and flicking it with her finger. As the need for her orgasm rose, she became more frantic to achieve it. Finally, she was there, and her body began shivering as the flesh-quake embraced her. Spasms rocked her as the thought skirted through her mind that this may be the best self-induced orgasm she’d ever experienced. Seeing the two girls and their mother watching her with an intensity only passion could create had made her become hornier than she thought she would when she’d begun pleasuring herself for their entertainment.

Grunts of “UH! UH! UH!” burst from her as the climax seized her until she curled herself into a fetal position, enjoying the aftershocks of the orgasm.

She looked over at her audience and said, “Now I need a shower, too!” They all laughed and the girls got up to get cleaned up for the day. As they left the kitchen, Corinne looked back at the girls’ mother. She was pulling her pants and panties down to her knees to repeat the performance she had just witnessed. Corinne beamed, knowing this would be only the start of a life of sexual gratification with this family. All she needed now was to be invited over more often. She hoped her mother would allow her to stay over. Frequently.

*******

Becky was bored. Ever since she and her older sister, Tanya, had enjoyed sex with their mom and aunt, life had been great. It was summer, so they had enjoyed sex any night they wanted, but Becky wanted someone her own age to play with. That way they could play with dolls and stuff once they’d enjoyed several orgasms together. The trouble was she didn’t know of any girls her age who did stuff like that. She wasn’t sure how she could go about getting a friend interested in that stuff. Playing with dolls was easy since every girl her age loved doing that. But playing with pussies was different.

Or was it?

She began to wonder how many of her friends had tried touching themselves ‘down there’ and enjoyed it. Was it possible that nearly every girl her age had discovered those juicy secrets, which was what she had started calling the wonderful pleasures she had been enjoying ever since Tanya had introduced her to that website? They were, after all, both juicy and a secret.

But she’d begun wondering why they had to be so secret, especially among her friends and herself. What was the big deal? She had just found that she enjoyed touching herself and her sister and mom, not to mention her aunt and that older girl, Kelli. She’d also discovered how wonderful the honey in older girls’ and women’s pussies tasted. Why was it so bad that she loved it? Why did society want to keep her from that fun and enjoyment? She realized if she felt this way, and if she had discovered the delightful pleasures her mound held for her, then certainly other girls her age had.

She sat there in her bedroom and made a decision. She would find out. There were ways to discover those things about other girls, conversations that could take place, games that could be played to satisfy the feelings she was having in her pussy. She didn’t know what an addiction was, really, beyond what she’d heard about drugs and stuff. If she had known more about it, she would have realized she was becoming addicted to orgasms.

And she wouldn’t have cared one bit.

She changed into another outfit, leaving her panties in her drawer. She wore shorts that came to just above mid-thigh, and a t-shirt that said, ‘Future Heartbreaker’ on the front. Putting on her sneakers, she walked out the door, hollering to Tanya that she’d be back later without specifying where she was going or when ‘later’ would be. Then she walked the quarter-mile to the bus stop. The bus that would take her to the mall arrived ten minutes later, and she got on, using her bus pass she had brought with her.

When she got to the mall, she went inside and headed straight for Toys-R-Us, going inside to the area where dolls and other girls’ toys lined the shelves.

Then she waited for a girl her age to come along without a parent. This proved to take a while. Most of the girls her age were always accompanied by someone older, if not a parent an older brother or sister. She was just about to give up, deciding she might be the only girl her age with the courage to venture to the mall alone, when a brunette girl about her age came into the store and made her way to the girls’ toys.

Becky continued pretending to search for a toy, as she’d been doing for at least a half-hour while some of the employees kept stopping by to ask if they could help her. She’d politely refused any help, insisting she didn’t really know what she was looking for but would know when she found it. One salesgirl whose name badge read Tabitha had hovered over Becky so long she’d begun to feel uncomfortable, as if the girl thought she was going to steal something. Tabitha had finally gone to help another customer, leaving Becky alone in her search for a toy the store most certainly didn’t sell: another girl’s pussy.

Now, Becky watched the brunette girl as she looked over the merchandise. After a couple of minutes went by without an adult following the girl, Becky stepped forward.

“Hi, I’m Becky.”

The brunette girl glanced over her shoulder at Becky and smiled. “I’m Lexi.”

“That’s a neat name,” Becky said. “I’ve never met a Lexi before.”

Lexi shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess.”

Lexi was looking at the Barbie collection, which was rather extensive, of course.

“You like to play with Barbies too?” Becky asked.

“Yeah. I’ve got a lot of them and a lot of accessories and stuff. My mom gave me ten dollars and told me I could come to the mall and buy myself something for my birthday, and I thought I’d check this out to see if there was something I might want.”

“Oh, it’s your birthday?” Becky asked.

Lexi laughed. “No. Actually it was a couple of days ago, but one thing I asked for was to be able to spend the day at the mall by myself since my sister got to when she turned ten.”

“Cool,” Becky said. “So many girls our age aren’t allowed to be alone, like we might actually get in a car with some old man who wants to fuck us or something.”

Lexi was taken aback slightly at Becky’s words, especially the F-bomb, but it didn’t bother her. Mostly, she liked Becky all the more because of her boldness at using the word after only knowing Lexi for a few minutes. She grinned at Becky, her white teeth gleaming behind her tan.

Then she laughed. “I know. It’s like ‘Mom, I know about the pedos. I promise I won’t let one touch me or trick me into going with him to see his puppy or something.’”

The girls giggled. Becky was happy the subject of sex had become so easy between them. “Really!” she said. “It’s not like we don’t know about that stuff. If my mom knew what I liked to do with my Barbies, she’d shit!”

Of course, this was a lie, but she couldn’t exactly admit it to Lexi. In the days since she’d begun enjoying sex with her mom, she had openly played at getting Barbie and her girlfriends naked and humping each other, even licking each other. Her mom had looked at her and said, “That’s exactly what your aunt and I used to do with them!”

Lexi cut her eyes at Becky. “What do you like to do with your Barbies that would make your mom shit?”

Becky said, “Probably the same thing you like to do with them when you’re alone.”

Lexi’s mouth dropped open in a huge grin, “Nuh-uh!” she said, but Becky could tell she had done the same things with her Barbies. She wondered how many girls did the same thing and figured probably all of them.

“It’s okay if you do. I think we all do the same thing with them.”

Lexi glanced around as if to see if they were being watched or eavesdropped on. Then turning to Becky, she said, “Wow. You must have, like, sex on the brain.”

Becky, who long ago had figured if her little experiment failed, she wouldn’t see the girl again and didn’t have to worry, said, “Hey, as my sister says, ‘if it feels good, do it.’”

Lexi asked, “How old is your sister?”

“Sixteen.”

“Does she fuck guys?”

“I don’t know if she fucks guys, but she has no problem fucking her girlfriend,” Becky said, knowing she couldn’t tell Lexi everything Tanya liked to do. “And I’ve caught her playing with herself before, too.”

“Wow. Cool. Does she know you saw her?”

Becky looked at Lexi and made a decision. She could lie and say ‘no,’ or she could tell the truth and see where it led. “Yeah. She even let me watch her.”

“Wow. That’s so great. Did you watch her?”

“Of course! A girl’s gotta learn somewhere!” The two girls giggled again. Tabitha stepped into the aisle again, and Becky said, “Shh! The Gestapo is watching!”

This sent the girls into more rounds of giggles. They turned to the Barbies once again and tried to ignore Tabitha, who stood behind them. Finally, Becky turned to Tabitha and said, “Did you like to play with Barbies when you were our age?”

Tabitha, who was surprised the little girl had addressed the question to her, blushed at the memories of being alone in her room, playing very naughty games with her Barbies. She was eighteen now and didn’t play with Barbies anymore, but she’d never forgotten the fun she’d had with them.

“Yeah,” Tabitha said, sending the two little girls into more gales of laughter. Tabitha realized the girls knew the score, so to speak, and had probably been discussing that same pastime when she’d approached, but she wanted to be sure. Tabitha had taken an interest in the little girl who’d been there first because of how she’d reminded her of her niece, who was about the same age, and with whom she had enjoyed many hours of naughty fun.

“Why is it so funny I played with Barbies at your age?” Tabitha asked.

The girls exchanged what could only be termed a naughty look and giggled some more.

“Nothing,” Becky said. Then she turned to Lexi. “You gonna buy another Barbie?”

Lexi said, “I think I’ll buy her a car.” She had noticed earlier that the price was right for one of the Barbie cars and wanted one.

Becky turned to Tabitha. “She’s gonna buy one of the cars.” Turning to Lexi again, she said, “You wanna bring it to my house and we can play with my Barbies?”

Lexi noticed the extra gleam in Becky’s eyes. It was a gleam of mischief — of doing some forbidden things with Becky’s Barbies. Lexi didn’t have to be home for at least another five hours if she didn’t want to. She had her phone in case her mom called, and she could always say she was still at the mall, just hanging out. She could even say she’d met a friend there and was hanging out with the friend, whose parents were somewhere in the mall as well. That would make her mom feel better about things in case she did call to check on her.

Lexi said, “Sure. We can have a lot of fun.” She paused before adding, “Playing with Barbies” with a little, suggestive smile.

Becky looked back up at Tabitha and knew immediately the teenager knew precisely what they were talking about. The salesgirl’s smirk was an unmistakable declaration of I know exactly what you two are planning to do with the Barbies. Becky wondered if she was just being paranoid because of the plans and the naughty talk she and Lexi had been enjoying before Tabitha showed up, but she doubted it. Then when they were checking out and Tabitha was ringing up the purchase, the older girl said something that left no doubt that she knew what the girls were planning.

Tabitha placed the Barbie car into a Toys-R-Us bag and handed over to Lexi. Then she smiled knowingly and said, “Don’t let your moms catch you playing with your Barbies like that. Mine spanked me when she caught me.”

The younger girls both blushed as they left the register. Becky turned back to Tabitha to see if she was watching them. Of course, she was. Becky watched as the older girl winked at her.

As the two new friends left the mall, Becky decided she would have to come back to Toys-R-Us again soon. Getting Tabitha interested in some sex play looked to be a cinch.

What she didn’t know was that Lexi was thinking the same thing.

Chapter 15 is coming soon!

13 Comments on Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 14

  1. Cheryl says:

    Thank you! The “coming” chapter should be even hotter! ;)

  2. Amanda Lynn says:

    Fun with Barbies… speaking from experience, it sure is. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge. Say no more.

    As Kacey above said, you certainly do have a way with words. :)

  3. Wistful says:

    What a delicious breakfast!

  4. sally says:

    loving this story sooo hot I’m getting sore looking forward to the next chapter

  5. Tim says:

    Wow, so much to look forward to: Becky’s new friend, 18 year old Tabitha, not to mention Corinne’s mum being seduced into wicked ways.

    Brilliant as always, Cheryl. Can’t wait for the next chapter

    • Cheryl says:

      Yes, the party is expanding. Naughty Mommy mentioned that this was more like a series of inter-related stories rather than just one. I’m exploring how far the degrees of separation can expand. :)

  6. Cheryl says:

    kacey, I’m hoping for “dragon-after-a-curry-in-a-volcano-hot”!

    Amanda Lynn, yes, I was definitely speaking from experience, myself.

    Wistful and sally, I’m so glad you’re enjoying this! And sally, don’t get TOO sore! I know how that can feel!

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