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Amber II, Chapter 3

  • Posted on September 26, 2017 at 10:49 am

By Tater Tot

I knocked on the door and waited until Mrs. C answered it with a smile.

“Come in, Amber, I was just going out to lay by the pool.”

I’d called that morning, and Mrs. C had told me Deanna was at her grandmother’s, but I was welcome to come hang out with her by the pool. She didn’t know that Deanna had already told me at school she was going to be away.

I followed Mrs. C out to the poolside and watched as she dropped the robe to reveal the tiny two-piece bathing suit she was wearing. She wasn’t built like Mom, but her breasts were awesome, and had a great body that was ample without being fat. She caught me watching, but I just gave her a smile and said, “Nice suit.”

She blushed a little, then grinned and said, “Well, let’s see yours.”

I flipped off my t-shirt and shimmied out of my sweatpants to reveal the bikini Mom and I had bought. Since I was cursed with no breasts, the top wasn’t large, but it was small enough to make what I had look okay. The bottom really looked good on my ass. Mom loved it and just had to fondle me a little in the dressing room. We bought the suit, since I got wet enough to make it impossible to sell to anyone else.

Mrs. C was watching me out of the corner of her eye as I laid on the lounge chair next to hers.

“Can you put some lotion on me, Mrs. C?” I asked drowsily.

“Of course,” she said as she came over, taking a seat on my chair beside me.

She put lotion on her hands, then started rubbing it into my shoulders and neck. She took her time, not rushing, almost giving me a massage.

I moaned a little and said, “That feels good.”

When she started down my back I said, “Can you undo the top? I don’t want a tan line.”

She hesitated, then pulled the string and laid my top out of the way. She took even longer there, her fingers sliding down and brushing along the side on my mostly non-existent breasts. I sighed softly when she did that, but didn’t say anything. She did my arms next, then slid down and did my lower back.

When she got to my ass, she massaged above it for a moment, then said, “Do you want to leave the bottoms on?”

“I’d love you to take them off, if you don’t mind,” I said. “I never wear them at home, but I didn’t know if you minded me going without.”

Mrs. C undid the ties on my bottoms, then slid them off me. I wondered if she’d noted the damp spot on the crotch.

When her hands started massaging my ass cheeks I gave another soft moan. Her fingers slid down my ass crack — not lingering like she wanted me to notice, but she did do it a couple of times.

I was breathing pretty heavily by the time she decided my ass was protected enough. She moved down to my feet next, making me giggle a couple of times, then began to coat my legs. She did both of them up to the knee before going higher.

Shifting to my left thigh, she began wrapping her hands around it and sliding her hands up my leg. She moved them up and down, getting closer to my pussy each time. I slid my legs further apart to give her room.

When her hand bumped my pussy I gave a somewhat louder moan, but didn’t move. She did that a couple of times, then moved to my other leg.

She was less restrained this time, letting her hand sort of rotate around my thigh and rub against my pussy when she reached the top, lingering longer this time. I was wet and probably dripping by the time she was done, and Mrs. C had to have felt it, if not smelled it.

She was a little breathless when she finally said, “Okay… how was th-that, Amber?”

Really nice,” I said in a contented voice. “I liked it.”

She sat there another moment, probably trying to decide what to do next, but finally got up, moved back to her chair and laid down.

I raised my head. “Do you want me to put some on you?”

She didn’t say anything for a second, then said, “Please.”

I got up, still completely naked, walked over and sat down next to her. Mrs. C’s face was red as she watched me walk over, my pussy fully exposed for her to see. She didn’t say anything.

I did what she’d done and started at her neck and shoulders. I took my time, enjoying the softness of her skin and how sexy she looked in that skimpy two-piece. When I reached her back, I untied her top and flipped it out of the way. She has much larger breasts than mine, so I got to feel her up really well as I massaged the lotion into her. She was breathing heavily, and I could see her hips moving as I worked.

When I got to her ass I did the same thing, just untying her suit and pulling it down and off. When my hands squeezed her cheeks, she made a loud sigh, then clenched up a little. I could see her pussy lips protruding in her excitement. Mom’s ass was better, but Mrs. C’s looked really good. Anyhow, it was a woman’s bare bottom and I was fondling it, so no complaints.

When my fingers stroked up and down her crack a couple of times, she whimpered, grinding her hips down into the lounge chair. I spent quite a while working on Mrs. C’s before moving down to her feet.

I had a clear view of her pussy and asshole, and stared at them as I worked. She was dripping wet, her pussy swollen and the lips glistening in the sun. I could smell her arousal. I licked my lips at the thought.

When I started on her inner thighs, my fingers brushed her pussy — and she came. She tried to not make it obvious, but her whole body tensed, and she made an odd sobbing noise as her hands clenched the arms of the deck chair.

I just kept rubbing her thigh, my hand stroking her pussy the whole time she was spasming. When she relaxed and lay there panting, I moved to the other leg. I did the same thing, masturbated her with the tips of my fingers — but she didn’t come, just got more excited.

I licked the juice off a finger, and thought, Not bad, before saying, “There you go.”

I padded back to my lounge chair and stretched out, enjoying the looks she was giving me.

About twenty minutes later I turned over and said, “Can you do my front?”

She made some kind of nervous sound, then said, “Of… of course.”

Her hands were shaking a little when she put lotion on them. Mrs. C started with my face, so I closed my eyes and just drifted for a while. When she was done, I opened them and watched her breasts as she worked on my shoulders. She caught me looking, but I didn’t act guilty, just closed my eyes and let her work undisturbed.

Mrs. C really, I mean really liked my breasts. How weird is that? I don’t even have any! She was trembling and making little noises when her hands moved over them. She was very obvious about stroking and squeezing my nipples. I didn’t say anything, just gave a happy sigh every now and then.

She was still hesitant, but let her fingers stroke my pussy as she worked, then really rubbed it when she did my thighs. I gave out a couple of good gasps before she was finished.

When she got up, I followed Mrs. C back to her chair, picking up the bottle of lotion without a word.

She was staring at my face as I started, but she eventually closed her eyes and kept them closed as I worked. Her breasts were great. I stroked, cupped, squeezed and fondled them as I coated them with lotion, not even bothering to pretend that I wasn’t molesting her.

Mrs. C was whimpering again, and her pussy was dripping by the time I worked my way between her legs. I kind of kept it gentle this time, not really petting her as I worked. She started thrusting her hips toward my hands as I stroked upwards, but I still didn’t touch her the way she wanted. When I was close to finishing she was all but chasing my hand with her pussy.

On the last stroke I moved between her legs and laid down, my face just inches from her cunt. My breath was caressing her lips as I said, “Do you want me to finish you off, Mrs. C?”

She let out a loud sob and didn’t say anything for a moment, then whispered, “Yes.”

I let my hands wrap around her thighs and put my lips just above her labia, breathing on her, watching the light hair move a little. She groaned and tried to move toward me, but I moved with her and said, “What do you want me to do?”

I blew gently across her lips and she gave a soft cry, “Oh, God, oh, God… Amber, eat me!”

My lips just barely touched her before moving away, getting another sob from Mrs. C as her body jerked in frustrated need.

“Beg me and I’ll make you come,” I said. “Beg me, and I’ll stick my tongue deep into your pussy.”

She began sobbing as she said, “Please… oh, God, Amber… please eat me!”

I pushed my face against her and shoved my tongue deep, then held tight as she came with a sharp scream, then loud sobs of “Oh, God… oh, yes. oh, God!”

Mrs. C was a messy one. She didn’t squirt, but she came a lot. As she slowed down I began to lick, tasting her and cleaning her up a little. After a moment I started sucking on her pussy lips, drawing them up some and working around her pussy. I went back to pushing my tongue inside, then trailed it upward until I found her clit. It didn’t protrude much, but I could tell that she wasn’t as sensitive as Mom, so I drew my tongue across it as she moaned and wailed.

She was a real talker, mumbling and yelling the whole time. When I brought up my right index finger and pushed it into her as I sucked on her clit, she came with a piercing scream. I hoped no one heard it.

I held her down as her hips thrashed around, using my finger to thrust into her a couple of times. This was a seriously strong orgasm, her body undulating enough to make me worry that she might throw us both off the chair.

When she was done, Mrs. C zonked out. I licked her a few times, then sat up and looked down at her. She had a very satisfied look on her face, and the way she was sprawled out made her seem like some kind of porn star.

I got up and gave her a soft kiss before putting my sweats and t-shirt back on, quietly letting myself out.

Mom always told me that anticipation made things better, so I figured I’d let Mrs. C think about things for a day or two. In the meantime, I was hoping that I could tell Mom what happened and get her hot enough to let me molest her some.

Stay tuned for the next thrilling episode: Chapter 4!

Love Lessons for Lisa, Part One

  • Posted on September 22, 2017 at 7:48 am

By Samantha Luvsya

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in April 2011 }

Samantha was not having a good week. On Monday, her girlfriend Cathy had moved with her family to another city far away. On Wednesday, she was among a dozen other workers laid off from her job as the company ‘tightened its belt’. She had already moved back into her mom’s house because the apartment she’d lived in for the past couple years had the rent raised beyond her ability to pay – good thing now with the delay in getting unemployment checks.

By Friday afternoon, the depressed young woman decided to ease her sad feelings with a nice long swim in the backyard pool. A couple of ice cold screwdrivers and the relaxing buzz of a blunt had put her in a very mellow mood.

Her cell phone brought her out of a wonderful daydream of making love with her (now ex) girlfriend. She pictured them in a long and tender 69 at the nude beach, loving the looks they got from people passing by.

It took a few rings to bring her back to reality. When she was able to make sense of things, she found it was her mother, calling to ask a big favor. Her mom’s best friend had invited her at the last minute to go to Las Vegas with her for a three day weekend. Her friend had already paid for the room and was planning to surprise her boyfriend, but at the last minute, his boss needed him in Texas to get ready for a big sales meeting to start on Tuesday. Further complicating the plan was the fact that her friend’s ex-husband had called earlier in the day to say he could not take their 12-year-old daughter for his regular weekend turn ‘because other things have come up’.

“So here’s the deal, Sam,” her mother said, speaking in an excited rush, “I really, really want to go, but with Kelly’s ex being an asshole, she has no one to take care of Lisa. She’s paid a ton of money for the room and it’s too late for a refund, so I’m begging you to do me a huge favor and let Lisa come over and stay at our house until Tuesday. I swear I’ll make it up to you, sweetie, I promise!”

While Samantha would have liked to say no, she heard the pleading tone of her mom’s voice – and with the floating buzz she was enjoying, she quietly said, “Sure, no problem, I guess. I’m not doing anything anyway.”

“Oh my god, thank you a million times, from both of us, honey! Kelly will call Lisa and tell her to head over to see you once she gets home from school. Yippee! Wish me luck!”

A sudden silence told Samantha her mom had ended the call. She drew a deep breath and wondered what she should do to get ready for Lisa.

First checking the fridge and finding it well stocked, Samantha checked the downstairs guest bedroom. She opened the windows for some fresh air but otherwise all was in fairly decent order. She began to wonder how this weekend would turn out; how she could entertain Lisa so that neither was bored; wondered if they would get along or have drama and fights.

A few minutes after 4:00, Samantha started to get a clue to the answers. The phone rang. It was Lisa making sure it was okay to come over now.

“Sure, it’s fine. But, hey, you need a hand carrying anything?” Sam asked.

“Nah, thanks anyway. I have all I need, I think, stuffed into my backpack and it’s only a couple blocks, so I’ll see you in a few, okay?”

It seemed only moments later when the doorbell rang. Sam opened the front door and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. There on the doorstep stood Lisa, backlit by the setting sun, her blond hair seemingly aglow.

Dressed in a simple white t-shirt and Levis, Lisa was the very picture of a beautiful young girl blossoming into womanhood. She wore no training bra, her puffy nipples made that clear. Her shirt was also tapered so her thin waist was shown off, but not on total display. For 12 years old, Lisa was simply stunning.

Samantha drank in this vision of sweet beauty as the girls stood there, checking each other out.

“Um, can I come in?” Lisa asked with a smile.

“Oh, yes, sure, I’m sorry… I’m a little dizzy, I’ve been outside in the sun by the pool a bit too long, I guess. Sorry.”

Lisa just smiled and nodded. Samantha realized Lisa must have been checking her out too, as she stood there in her sheer white bikini. She was almost 21 now, but retained the hard body of a 15-year-old.

“Here, let me help a little,” Samantha said as she reached over for the backpack Lisa now carried in front of her. “Down here is the guest bedroom, I think you’ll be comfy there,” she said while stepped in front of Lisa to lead the way, though Samantha also knew it was a good opportunity to let Lisa check out her thong- clad bottom. An exhibitionist at heart, she couldn’t resist the urge to tease a little. Her tingly buzz also gave her a little more encouragement to flirt.

“Awesome,” was the only thing Lisa said when plopping down on the bed. She was all smiles.

“Okay,” Samantha smiled, “now that both of us have sort of been dumped for the weekend, whaddya say we make the best of it? We can watch movies all you want, order out for pizza, go to the mall, maybe even the water park, or just sit here and tell funny stories. Sound okay to you?”

Lisa was nodding excitedly. “That sounds great!”

Samantha caught herself staring at the puffy little treasures Lisa’s shirt concealed. She was wondering how much they would rise under her tender caresses and loving licks. But wait, she’s only 12 — how can I be thinking like this?

The longer she simply looked at Lisa, however, the more her lustful urges grew, and that question seemed to melt away. She also noticed how Lisa didn’t even try to hide her staring at Samantha’s boobs, swaying gently under the thin bikini top.

“Well, I’ll leave you to get settled. Put your things anywhere, this is your room to do with however you want, okay? I’m going to head out to the pool for a little longer, and then we’ll figure out what we’re gonna do for dinner.”

Samantha’s head was dizzy with naughty visions – a mixture of memories of her girlfriend and dreams of love with Lisa. The cool water refreshed her as she dove in and swam underwater to the far end. She came up, clung to the edge and took in a deep breath.

It was a decision that took only a moment – Samantha figured that she would lead and tease and lure and seduce Lisa as best she could, and then take things as far as the girl was comfortable with. If she seemed to be freaking out or was otherwise uncomfortable with things, Samantha would back off. After all, she only wanted to enjoy the treasures of this alluring young girl, while introducing her to the many joys of lesbian love, all done with sweet, loving tender care.

As Samantha came to grips with this plan, she heard the soft patter of bare feet on the concrete as Lisa approached. Sam opened her eyes to notice Lisa had on a generic one-piece swimsuit, a kind that was more than a couple of years outdated.

“Whatcha think?” asked Lisa. “Kinda dorky, huh?”

“Oh, no, I mean, not at all… well… uh, sorta … okay, yes. But I bet it’s not your fault. I bet your mom keeps saying no when you ask for a new suit, huh?”

Again the happy nod and smile.

“Maybe we will go to the mall, at least for that. I know the feeling, so I’ll rescue you a little. As long as it doesn’t cost a zillion bucks, you pick out whatever new one you want, and I’ll buy it for you, okay? And you can keep it here if you think you mom will get mad about you having it.”

“Really? Oh, yes, please, that would be so perfect!” Lisa said with a slight giggle behind her words.

“Like I said, I’ve been there, felt that, so no big deal. Now come on, get in the water!”

Samantha watched her walk toward the shallow end. Even with the fairly frumpy suit, Lisa just radiated sex. Those long, long legs reminded her why some people called girls Lisa’s age ‘coltish’.

Lisa waded in, gasping at the coolness of the water.

“Dive underwater, silly, doing it that way takes forever to get used to it,” called out Samantha.

Nodding, Lisa plunged in and swam over to Samantha. She grasped the edge next to her and let out a long breath. “Oh, this is wonderful! Wish we had a pool like this!”

“No problem. Anytime you want to come over, just call to be sure I’m here and jump on in!”

“Really? Oh thanks!” Lisa let go of the edge and hugged Samantha before dropping down into the water for more underwater twists, turns, and flips. She was like a dolphin, dancing in her element.

Samantha drank all this in and thought of suggesting to Lisa that they try skinny-dipping, but then she thought that might be rushing things a little. There was always tomorrow, right?

For the next half hour, Samantha watched Lisa swim and float and bounce all around the pool, at times asking quick questions and then diving back underwater, at other times coming up just long enough to gasp for air and give a giggle, then start another lap or two.

As Samantha was sitting on the side of the pool watching, with her legs in the water, Lisa popped up right in front of her, yelling, “Boo!” Once again the girl stared openly at Samantha’s boobs, in her now fully transparent bikini.

“Eeeek!” Samantha cried in false surprise. They both giggled.

“I’ll bet you get all the guys drooling when you go swimming in that bikini,” Lisa said.

Samantha was impressed with Lisa’s bold words and did not want to miss an opportunity to push things a little further. “That’s true, I guess, but I really wear this to see how the girls will react. That’s how I started out with my last girlfriend. I’m very bi. I hope that doesn’t gross you out, but I won’t lie to you either.”

Lisa’s eyes opened wide as she smiled and said, “Oh my god, no, that’s so cool, really!”

“Honest? You’re not just saying that to make me feel good, are you?”

“Uh-uh. A couple girls in my class are bi, one is a complete les, and anyway, I wouldn’t lie to you either, okay?”

Samantha felt a weight lifted from her. “Whew, thanks, sweetie. I was worried you’d freak out and call your mom or something. Thanks for being cool with it.”

“Gotcha, no problem.”

“All righty now, what say we get out and start thinking about what to eat? I’m gonna take a long warm shower and then wait for you in the kitchen while you do the same. Then we’ll figger out if we want to cook or do pizza or whatever.”

“Perfect, perfect, perfect,” said Lisa as she climbed out of the pool, wrapped a big towel around herself, and trotted to her room.

Samantha actually rushed her shower, dried off quickly, and did not blow dry her hair. It hung down, glistening when the light hit it just right. She chose not to put a bra on and picked out a cropped t-shirt that exposed the bottom half of her breasts. She loved this little shirt for teasing. If she reached high for anything, the top would ride up, totally exposing her boobs to anyone wanting to look. And she knew a certain someone already had proven she liked to look, so why not take it to the next step?

While puttering around in the kitchen, Samantha heard the water shut off in Lisa’s shower. Her heart was pounding as she anticipated the delicious moment when she would expose herself to Lisa, and wondering what the sweet little one’s reaction would be.

A few minutes later, Lisa came to the kitchen, dressed in a large Mickey Mouse t-shirt and soft cotton running shorts.

Samantha sucked in her breath but quickly recovered. “You like Mickey too? I have a bunch of stuffed Mickey Mouse dolls and things like that in my room – I’ll show you later!”

Lisa stood like a statue, her mouth open, staring at Samantha’s chest. The tiny top had already ridden up to expose both very stiff nipples.

“Oh, oops, sorry,” Samantha said as she tugged the shirt down a little. “It’s still pretty warm, and it’s just us here, so I hope you don’t mind.”

The girl’s smile returned. “Oh heck no, I’ve been wanting to do that with a couple of my t-shirts, but I’m afraid what my mom might say. She’s kinda strict, you know.”

“Well, what can ya say? You didn’t pick what family you were born into, right? Just gotta make the best of things.”

Lisa smiled and nodded, but kept her eyes locked on Samantha’s boobs.

Having this sweet 12-year-old look at her like this was definitely having an effect. Samantha wanted to just scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom, then bury her face in the girl’s pussy, licking her to trembling, shaking orgasms, one after another. She had to warn herself to slow down.

“If you want a soda or whatever, help yourself, the fridge is full,” Samantha said as she took a seat on a stool at the breakfast counter. “Do me a favor and bring me a Coke, will ya?”

Lisa broke her stare and removed two cans of Coca-Cola from the refrigerator.

“Oh, wait, let me get some glasses for us.” Samantha got up and went to the cupboard. Opening it, she reached high for a couple of tall plastic tumblers — resulting in full exposure of her breasts.

This time, she didn’t bother to tug the shirt back down. She stepped to the ice dispenser, filled the tumblers, and returned to sit on a stool next to Lisa, who once again was transfixed by the swaying of Samantha’s boobs, now with a thin strip of white cotton material resting above them.

Samantha decided to act like she didn’t know, or didn’t care. “So, kiddo, whatcha want to eat? I could grill up a couple steaks, or I think we have some leftover spaghetti, or do we order Chinese or pizza?”

Lisa, for her part, was trying to act just as casual, all grown up, and not say a thing about Samantha being virtually topless. “Um, well, cooking might be fun, but it’s a lot of work, right? So I guess pizza would be good, or Chinese. I do like fortune cookies.”

“Okay then, lemme find their number, and Chinese it is,” Samantha said.

She was feeling a rush, exposing herself this way to her new little friend. It was like last summer at the nude beach, when she had so much fun letting everyone see her naked and taking in the beauty of the many naked families there, some with girls around Lisa’s age, just slightly budding out, but still with a totally hairless mound.

After calling and placing their order, Samantha turned toward Lisa and pretended to – at last – notice that she was totally exposed. “Yikes! This top has shrunk even more lately. Sorry, but this is silly, don’t you think?”

She whipped the little shirt off and tossed it across the room. “It’s just us here, and you don’t mind, right?”

Lisa just nodded with her golden smile.

“So,” Samantha grinned, “you said you wanted to do this with one of your shirts but you were afraid your mom might get mad?”

“Yeah. She wants to keep me like her little baby girl, but I’m not a baby anymore. That’s so lame!”

“You won’t hear me arguing with that, hon, you sure are growing up, and beautifully. Just look at your gorgeous long legs. You have such a sweet body, it’s only natural to want to show it off a little. So tell ya what. I have a ton of old t-shirts upstairs. Whatcha say we go up, you pick out a couple you like, and we can crop them to show off your awesome tummy?”

“Can we?” asked Lisa in an excited voice.

“Heck ya, just we won’t be quite as drastic when we crop ‘em as I was with that one, okay?”

Both girls glanced at the tiny shirt now crumpled on the floor – and burst out laughing.

“Okay, I think we have enough time to do that before the food gets here, if we hurry!” Samantha scampered upstairs with Lisa quickly at her heels. “Forgive my sloppy room, I was planning to clean it tomorrow.”

Lisa looked around at how Samantha had things set up, from celebrity posters on the walls to the canopy bed to the computer desk with a pretty screen-saver going… and then back to the older girl’s boobs.

“This is nice,” Lisa cooed. “Really!”

Samantha was feeling more and more horny as enjoyed Lisa’s loving stares. Her nipples remained almost painfully stiff. “Okay, um, over in my dresser, bottom drawer, is a bunch of shirts you can have. Pick out a couple and I’ll find the scissors.”

Lisa giggled as she went through the T-shirts. Some plain, some with bold lettering, others with printed photos of Johnny Depp, Britney Spears, and Christina. She brought two back to Samantha, one a purple print and the other a red one with an abstract design.

“Oh, good choice! Now these will hang a bit baggy on you, but hey, all the more comfy. So, for us to get this right, you gotta try each one on, then we see where you want it cropped.”

Lisa looked a bit confused.

“The shirt you have on now, silly, it’s gotta come off, so we know how these are gonna look on you.”

Lisa hesitated for a moment.

“Okay, if you don’t want to, it’s cool with me. But don’t worry about being embarrassed or anything, heck, you’ve seen mine for a long time now, right? And it’s okay with me.”

“But… it’s just that… yours are so nice and big and pretty, and I have… nothing, really.” The girl was almost on the verge of tears as she looked down at her chest.

“Hey you. Listen to me now. I’m gonna tell you something, but it’s just between us, okay? And remember, I will never, ever lie to you.”

Lisa looked up and nodded.

“Lots of people, people like me, think a young girl’s body is a very special, very wonderful, very beautiful thing, even way before they start sprouting boobies or growing any hair down there.”

The 12-year-old gave her a quizzical look.

“I’m totally serious. And besides, you’ve already got at least a pretty pair of puffy little nipples. Either that or you’ve been teasing me with cotton balls all afternoon!”

Lisa broke out in giggles. “No, I mean, that’s me, for real. Like you said, kinda puffy nipples, but that’s all.”

“Oh my god, that’s enough, sweetie! Really, you are perfect at every stage as you grow. You just gotta have more self confidence about your body – and that’s what we’re gonna work on, starting with these shirts. So come on now, off with the old, on with the new!”

Samantha’s heart leaped as Lisa suddenly lifted off her shirt and tossed it on the bed, exposing two amazingly beautiful pink nipples which seemed to stiffen a little as Samantha stared at them.

“Ohhhh, those are just perfect, sooo pretty! You’re really lucky, and so is anyone who gets to play with them someday!”

Lisa giggled again.

Samantha didn’t know how she managed to restrain herself from clamping her mouth over those sweet buds – but somehow she did. “Okay, so, try one of these on and I’ll mark where we want to cut it off…”

Lisa slipped on the first t-shirt, the red one. It was indeed large across her shoulders and so long she could easily use it as a sleeping shirt. Samantha went quickly to work. Marking the shirt with a sharpie, she had Lisa take it off again so she could cut it with the scissors Samantha had a hard time concentrating what she was doing, because now Lisa was just sitting there, not trying to cover up – looking all ‘matter of fact’ as Samantha stared at her sweet little boobies.

The first crop was a bit uneven, so they trimmed off a little more to straighten it. The final result was a good one. It showed off the girl’s flat tummy while keeping her nips covered.

It went the same for the next shirt, with Samantha not even trying to disguise her stares at Lisa’s chest. She was wondering how smooth Lisa’s pussy was, but caught herself racing ahead in her desires.

Lisa stayed in the purple shirt, looking in the mirror with a new pride in her body.

“If you want,” said Samantha, “take a few of the rest of these home for sleeping shirts. I don’t wear them anymore.”

“Really? Thanks!” Lisa bubbled as she rushed over to give Samantha a hug.

Samantha squeezed the girl tightly, pulling her body close against her. She was sure Lisa could feel her hard nipples poking out as they hugged.

Their embrace was broken by the doorbell. Dinner had arrived. Samantha reached over to grab a t-shirt for modesty and then ran downstairs with Lisa to get the Chinese food.

Part Two is coming soon!

Explanations for a Little Girl, Part Two

  • Posted on September 21, 2017 at 8:06 am

By Vickylez

Little Jessica was cuddled with her mom on the couch in front of the TV. It was almost sunset, and the light from the ample window put a golden glow on everything in the cozy sitting room. The TV was muted and silly advertisements silently marched across the screen.

“Then you aren’t mad at me, Mom,” bashfully asked the 10-year-old, “or with Auntie?”

“Of course not, love! I am happy at seeing how happy you are!”

“Why did you cry, then?” She pointed to her mother’s red eyes.

The woman sniffled and lovingly hugged her daughter.

“Darling, sometimes when you are very happy you cry, too. And besides… you are my daughter and this is such a special day for you. My tiny little girl, today stepping onto a new stage. I can’t help weeping a bit, because I love you so much. Now go on, dear, what else.”

The pretty child smiled. She was used to talking openly with her mother. All her life they had chatted just about anything, few things barred. But she blushed now, before resuming her recount of what had happened that day at her grandma’s house. She had found there not her grandmother, but her ravishing Aunt Doris. Just when she so wanted to see Auntie, there she had been for her! With a sweet tiny voice, half-hiding her face against her mother’s shoulder, she went on.

“So Auntie kissed me again, and taught me all about it. I mean…” She stopped.

“Yes, with your tongues. She kisses so well, doesn’t she?”

“Does she! I almost, almost fainted, it was so…”

“Delicious?”

Delicious — yeah! — when she kissed me like that. It was a very long kiss, Mommy, and I didn’t want it to ever end.”

Her mother laughed softly. “I can understand that,” she sighed, “and she was touching you while you kissed, you said?”

“Yes, Mommy, she was caressing me here…” The child pointed to her uncovered thighs. Her short skirt rode very high, and her mother gazed fondly at the delectable sight.

“Mmm, yes,” she whispered, “of course she did. And then?”

“Then she touched my body all over, it was so neat.”

“And she had you put your hands on her breasts…? What did you do then?”

“I held them and played with them too, ‘course, like you told me to do! She was so happy, Mom, she kept doing those funny noises…”

“Moaning… yes, Doris adores having her breasts caressed like that. She used to say she was very careful whom she allowed to touch her tits, you know, because after that they can do anything to her! Her breasts are pretty, don’t you think? Did you like them?”

“Oh, Mom! Did I ever! Her… breasts, tits…?”

“Yes.”

“Her tits are so big and soooo pretty, I love them, Mom!! They are hard but soft, you know? And so hot when you touch them, and their points…”

“Nipples.”

“Nipples!” giggled the little girl. “Her nipples are the most pretty thing ever, so long and hard too.”

“Did you kiss them?”

“‘Course I did, I didn’t want to let them go! But hey, Mom, if you keep asking me things every little moment, I can’t tell it right!”

“Okay, baby! Tell it your own way. Just tell me everything as it happened, so I don’t have to use a corkscrew on you!” They laughed at that.

Jessica’s mother was a beautiful 28-year-old woman, a clear-skinned and long-haired brunette with a most lovely face. Susan had a very nice, curvy body, well-toned by exercise and jazz dance, and her long legs were something you would love to see. While her older sister Doris was a stunning, statuesque woman who cricked necks everywhere she went, Sussy was the dishy young mom next door. But it would be difficult to say who was prettier, just a matter of tastes.

“Well… we was kissing and touching no end, and Auntie kind of put her palms over my chest, rubbing nice and soft my… nipples through my dress. Mommy, I felt them get so hard and big too! They had never been like that! Aunt told me it was because I was aroused, an that this happens to her all the time. I know it does,” she giggled, “I’ve noticed them growing big many times before. I used to wonder at that, now I know it was because Auntie always got aroused with me! Can you imagine that?”

“Yes, I can, baby,” sighed the mother, looking at the tiny points quite noticeable under the light dress of her daughter.

“Your nipples are hard too, Mommy! Will you… will you touch yourself now, the way you do when they get like this?”

“Would you mind if I do, baby?”

“No, I want you to! You know I like to see you getting happy, Mom.”

The girl had seen her mother doing that many times, even touching herself under her skirt. It was no big deal, they had always had a very open relationship at home, with few things hidden from each other. Nudity was also common. She was used to often seeing her pretty mom naked. But Susan had never actually showed her pussy to her daughter as she caressed herself, doing it always under her skirt. Keeping discretion and taste in it, as she ironically told herself.

“Okay, okay, don’t tickle me!” Jessica screeched, “I’ll go on! Well, with all the kissing and touching I was feeling so weird, delicious weird, and Auntie was kissing me on my neck, too… then she got down and began to kiss and rub all over my legs, Mommy, and her kissing kept going up and up, right on my thighs, an’ then… inside them! I was, I don’t know, wild, I could hardly breath when her mouth was going up higher. I opened my legs all I could, to give her room, I soooo wanted her to get to… you know.”

“To your little cunnie, to your pussy…” her mother softly moaned, one hand over her own damp, hot panties.

“To my pussy. I wanted that more than anything, Mom! When she stood up I almost screamed, thinking maybe that was all. But she just took me in her arms, as if I was a little baby, and carried me to Grandma’s bedroom! She put me on the bed. I felt kinda funny, being on Grandma’s bed, you know, but I forgot all about it when she began to kiss me again.”

“Ooh, yes…” hissed Susan, closing her eyes as her fingers, unseen by her daughter, moved aside her panties’ gusset and deeply entered her gushing cunt.

“Then, Mommy, Auntie took down my panties, slow like… she seemed sooo happy to look at me there, she looked at me the longest time. And she told me… should I tell you? She told me it was the most beautiful cunnie she’d ever seen! And that the only other pussy she knew as pretty as mine was…” she giggled and looked at her mother. “She said my cunnie was just like yours!”

She hugged her mom, wriggling her tender body against her mother’s taut breasts, just to feel them and caress them with her own chest. Susan’s hands held her darling firmly by the hips, her fingers brushing in circles the child’s lovely little buttocks. No big deal, either, they were very intimate with their bodies and often caressed each other like that, even naked.

But one peculiar thing: there was always an implicit limit to these caresses. Somewhere there was a line, never crossed, that they both understood and respected. For, even at her most lewd moments, and even if she absolutely delighted in touching her lovely daughter’s sweet young body, the mother had never considered making a lover of the girl, of Jessica. To date, she had never had much of a struggle with it: it was just as natural for her to caress her daughter as knowing where to stop.

“An’ then Mommy… then she kissed me there, there, she kissed my cunnie!! I almost died when she did that! Oh, Mom, it was the most… I had never imagined that! She did so many things on my pussy with her mouth and tongue, I… I can’t right remember what she did, only that it was the wonderfullest, loveliest, deliciousest thing I’ve ever ever felt! Oh, Mom, just thinking about it now…”

The little girl slid her hand between her enticing thighs, cupping her crotch. Susan kissed the top of her head and put her own hand (damp with her juices) over her daughter’s, softly pressing it against her tender pussy.

“Yes, love, I know, I understand,” she sighed hotly. “Touch yourself all you want. But tell me… what next!”

“Next I was feeling so incredibly good, Mommy, more and more good, it seemed I was flying, I really thought I was dying!. But I wasn’t scared, I wanted that more ‘n more ‘n more, till… I dunno, I think I fainted, maybe, cuz then Auntie was touching my face with a damp handkerchief and she looked scared. But I made her alright again, by kissing her mouth and telling her that was my happiest time ever! She started laughing and told me I just had my very first or… or…”

“Orgasm, my love. Or-gas-m. The biggest, sweetest joy, isn’t it? Oh, my dear baby, my little girl…” she sniffled and sobbed a little, hugging Jessica against her. Absentmindedly she gave a small, but hot, kiss on the child’s lips and Jessica gasped. It had been almost, almost like one of her Aunt’s kisses! The moment passed, her mom was caressing her hair. The girl perceived the scent of her mother’s pussy on that hand, a scent familiar to her.

“Then Auntie asked me if I wanted to see her without clothes on. She asked me! Oh Mom, as if I was not crazy wanting to see her that way, since I don’t know when! I helped her with the zipper in the back, and taking off her pretty dress, it was so neat!”

“What was she wearing, my love,” her mother panted, “tell me.”

“She had on a pretty white bra, almost see-through, I could see her big nipples through it, and little white panties, the kind you like, Mom, see-through too. She told me to take the bra off for her, cool! So I undid it, and that was when I first got to see her, um, her tits. Ooh, Mommy, they are so beautiful. She held my head and kissed me, and then she kind of put my face over her tits… and I kissed and kissed them forever, and took her nipples in my mouth like babies do!”

“Ooh,” moaned the mother, “how lovely, she must have been so happy!”

“Yeah, she kept doing those happy sounds all the time. And touching me all over… I was naked, of course. And next, Mommy, I just grabbed her panties and pulled them down! I didn’t ask her, I just did it! She gave a squeal, she seemed to like that a lot, an’ she cried yes, yes, laughing and telling me I was a little devil, her adored little devil, she said.”

Susan was openly masturbating now, under her skirt, but not so much that her daughter couldn’t see her hand moving, and hear the liquid sounds and her mother’s labored breathing. Jessica’s own little hand was also moving, inside her Disney panties.

“I thought she might have lots of hair on her pussy, Mom, but she only has a little, on top. She maybe uses scissors, like you do… well, anyway next we got on the bed again and we kissed and kissed, it was so good! An’ then… she sort of lifted me up, putting me over her face! I didn’t know anything could be so, sooo beautiful as when she began to kiss my pussy again and put her tongue inside me. Inside, Mom, it was the most de-licious thing I have ever felt!”

“Yes, it is, love,” the woman moaned, her hand active on her cunt. “And did you, did you… with her?”

“No, Auntie said today it was just for me to be happy, that next time if I wanted she would teach me how to do that to her. If I wanted it! Mom, oh Mom! Oh, oh, oh… I… I… AAAHH…!!”

She thrashed on her mother’s lap, cute little cries signaling her orgasm. Susan couldn’t help it, she glued her mouth against her girl’s exquisite lips, stifling her moans of joy as she had her own wonderful ecstasy too.

——————

The little girl was sweetly sleeping in her bedroom when Susan’s sister Doris called. The young mother was reclining on the couch, naked, two glasses of wine enjoyed, Mozart playing softly in the background, three orgasms making her body languid and deliciously tired. She was a most happy woman.

“Sussy? Hello…”

“Hi.” Susan put her fingers on her pussy again, closing her eyes. What a flow over her fingers.

“Did… did Jessica tell you we met today?”

“Yes,” she sighed, lightly grazing her love button.

“And…?”

“Thank you. I haven’t seen her so happy in a long time.” Susan smiled, remembering her lovely little girl’s face of rapture.

“Oh… and did she tell…?”

“She told me everything, sis. You explain so well…” She stiffled a giggle.

At first Susan had been rather nervous about sending the child to see her aunt. Did she really want to make a lesbian of her? But then she had seen things more clearly. There could be no harm in trusting her little girl to her sister, she was sure Doris would never do anything hurtful to her. She knew now she had been right.

“But… I thought you didn’t remember,” Doris was saying.

“Yes, of course I do! Every day I’ve remembered, all these years!”

She’d had uncounted orgasms recalling her ravishing sister’s love, all through those years of appallingly unsatisfying boyfriends and an even more disappointing marriage. Her only real joy had been her own fingers spurred on by those remembrances.

“And, you know… ever since I had Jessica, I always thought the day would come when you’d have to explain things to her too,” she added.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“Yes!”

A sharp arousal suddenly jolted Susan, a new gush flowing from her open cunt. She was seeing in her mind her sister’s incredibly desirable body, asking herself how she could have lived all these years without accepting that she wanted only her. She gasped, pinching her hard nipples.

“And,” she panted, “I want some explaining too. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I remember everything right.”

“Oh, YES, little sister! I will explain it all to you again! I love you.”

“I love you.”

She could tell Doris was masturbating too, she remembered so well her breathing as she’d had her pleasure. “Together, love, let’s do it together…”

“Yes Sussy! Oh, I have loved you all my life… let’s… let’s…”

“Yes, yes! Tomorrow, love!”

“Tomorrow! Yes… ah, ah, I love you, sis… ooh…”

“Yes, YES! Together… now… aah, aah… AAAAAAH!!”

“OOOOHH!!”

They heard each other’s diminishing breaths for a while, no words needed for their bond.

“Tomorrow, darling. I’ll be there.”

“I am counting the seconds, little sister.”

The End

Amber II, Chapter 2

  • Posted on September 18, 2017 at 8:07 am

By Tater Tot

I moaned when I got in the car to see Mom wearing a loose white blouse with no bra, and a short skirt. She gave me that grin she gets when she knows I’m excited.

“It’s Saturday…” she said with a smile.

I was already breathing heavily, staring at her as I tried to decide what I wanted to do. I really wanted to dive across the seat and run my hands and mouth and pussy all over her, fucking, licking, fondling and getting licked at the same time.

I slid in next to her and buckled in with shaking hands, turning towards her as we pulled away. “So, we’re on for today?” I mumbled.

“Anything,” she said in that way that drove me absolutely crazy.

I turned towards her and put a trembling right hand on her thigh, trying to hold myself together. I half-closed my eyes as I reached up to hold her breast, then clenched my body tightly as I pictured myself opening her shirt and sucking on her breast as we drove.

I was squeezing my legs together as I slid my hand in her blouse, letting out a sob of excitement as she once again whispered, “Anything.”

I was actually crying a little when we pulled into the garage. When she popped her seat belt, I grabbed her legs to pull them toward me. I was growling and sobbing as I flipped her skirt up to see her shaved pussy.

I froze as an orgasm tried to swell out of me, but I stayed like that for a moment — then, wrapping my hands around her thighs, I dove into her pussy. I was licking like crazy in seconds, thinking about how it was mine today. I could do this anytime, anywhere.

When she came, I came too, screaming into her pussy as my own spasmed and surged. I was still mumbling and licking when she quietened, and eventually I sat up and pulled away.

Mom was sprawled against the door, her legs up and skirt bunched on her waist. Her eyes were looking very satisfied. I could see her breasts pressing against the shirt and really wanted to feel them.

We managed to get out and into the house and I had to hold her in front of me, groping and squeezing her breasts, thinking about what to do next. God… God, I wanted to do everything.

I realized after a moment that I was grinding my pussy against her ass, and couldn’t stand it anymore. Grabbing her hand I said, “Come on. Now… now, Mom.”

She was laughing a little as I pulled her into her bedroom and pushed her face down on the bed. I moaned at the sight of her ass sticking up, waiting for me, and I had to close my eyes and turn away. I pulled out the bigger dildo, my hands shaking so much I could hardly hold it.

When it was on, I staggered back to the bed and dropped to my knees behind her. I leaned forward and pushed her skirt up, then pushed my face against her ass, my tongue sliding into her crack.

I stayed like that until I could control myself, my hands clenching her cheeks as my tongue pushed into her asshole. I was holding myself together again, grunting at the effort to keep the orgasm back.

I hated that I couldn’t last longer. I’d have so many things I wanted to do, then end up having a couple of overwhelming orgasms and pass out.

Raising my face up slowly, I sort of crawled up her back, balancing myself between lust and control. When I was breathing into her ear, I reached back to put the cock against her pussy.

She said, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”

Damn her, she knew what that did to me. I screamed “No!” again as I came, feeling the juices against my own hand where it was clutching the cock. I collapsed against her back, whimpering as I sort of humped against her. The way my pussy spasmed was almost painful sometimes, my ass clenching as I seemed to be pushing my whole body out of my cunt.

I was really panting against her now, a little tired and dazed. I groaned and wiped some drool off my lips as I reached down again to put the cock back into place.

As I pushed it in, to the sound of her loud moan, I said, “I’m going to fuck you, Mom.”

Then I did. I started slowly, but quickly built up speed. After a minute or so, I leaned up and put my hands on her hips, watching as my cock slipped in and out of her pussy.

I realized after a moment that I was staring, mumbling some weird shit. I shook my head and gave a growl as I reached up to grab her hair. I tried to remember to not be too rough, but it was hard. I wanted to pummel her, drag her down and rape her, use her until she screamed. Mine to use. Anything.

I was screaming “Anything!” as I slammed my hips into hers, then just screamed as she came, bending her head back farther and thrashing against me. I totally exploded out of my own pussy. I saw everything turn white as my whole body pulsed with incredible pleasure, so intense it was painful in some way.

When I came around, Mom was looking down at me, her eyes a little worried, but she smiled when I mumbled, “What… what happened?”

She leaned down to lick my lips until I focused on her, then she said, “You had the world’s strongest orgasm, baby.” Her fingers pushed the hair out of my eyes as she looked at me with envy and said, “God, I wish I came like that.”

I forced myself to move, afraid I would fall asleep and miss the whole day. She smiled that smile that said she knew what I was thinking and helped me sit up.

We stumbled to the shower, my second that day, and washed ourselves off. Then we got dressed. It was weird, but it made me hotter for Mom to have clothes on than to be naked. I knew she would have an explanation, but I wasn’t really interested in why.

She put on a t-shirt and tight little running shorts, and those white socks. I groaned when she walked into the kitchen wearing them, which made her giggle. It honestly made her happy, I think, how excited I got looking at her.

Then again, I couldn’t imagine anyone not getting excited over her. God, she looked good. Her ass was to die for, and she had a flat stomach and tight, mid-sized breasts… uh, yeah.

I didn’t say anything while we had a salad lunch, getting into kind of a daze as she moved around, then sat across from me.

“How was the night at Deanna’s?”

Yeah, I’d forgotten about that. She would probably get a kick out of hearing about it, but I wanted to tell her in just the right way.

I stood up and said, “Let’s go to the living room and I’ll tell you.”

She laughed at my look, then walked ahead of me, giving her ass a little extra sway, making me get wet as I thought about it.

When we got to the living room, I sat on the couch and had her stand in front of me, her shorts hiding her sweet pussy and ass. I was breathing heavily as I reached up and put my hands on the top of those shorts. She was looking down at me, her mouth open slightly as she panted a little in excitement.

I gently slid her shorts down until they were bunched just below her pussy. The sight of her standing there with her shorts pulled down like that made me moan with need.

Oh, my God, she looked so hot. She looked so innocent, but hot and sexy at the same time. I let a hand slide around and slip between the top of the shorts and her ass. I closed my eyes and grunted at the picture I imagined.

I stayed like that for a moment, but it was Mom’s moan that brought me out of it. I took my hands down and patted my lap. It was so freaking hot to see her shuffle around, her pants pulled down and her ass sticking out.

When she laid across my lap I almost came. I would have been so pissed if I had, though. I let my hand rest on her cheeks as I regained my composure.

I stroked her ass for a couple of minutes, then said, “I had a wet dream about you last night, and Deanna realized it. She didn’t know what it was about, but she saw me come.”

My hand rose, then descended with a slap on her tight ass cheeks. She squealed, then panted in excitement. I let my hand stroke her wet pussy every now and then as I talked.

“She’d never had an orgasm and she ended up asking me the same questions I asked you,” I said slowly. “Turns out she has the hots for Ms. Teller, the gym teacher.”

My hand came down with another slap. I squeezed her ass cheek, then let my hand slide down and begin stroking her pussy. She was dripping wet now, making me shake a little with excitement. My hand would touch the bunched up shorts as I stroked Mom’s pussy.

“We talked for quite a while, then she asked if I would show her how to have an orgasm.”

Spank. This time I turned my hand slightly and slipped a finger into her. I began pushing it in and out as I spoke. “I held her like you do me, and told her a story about her and Ms. Teller. She came in just a couple of minutes and squirted all over my hand.”

Spank. Mom gave a soft scream as her buttocks tensed up. When my hand slipped back down, she was really running with juice.

“This morning, she saw my pussy was shaved and asked why.” I shoved a second finger in her and started pumping harder as I said, “I told her it was so people wouldn’t get hair in their teeth.”

Spank. Mom arched up, clenching my finger tightly. I could tell just by the sounds Mom made that she was fighting to hold off an orgasm. I imagined that by then, she knew the sounds I made and what they meant, too.

When I slipped my fingers back in her she made a funny mewing sound sort of like a cat, but her whole body was shaking.

“I told her I had sex with a girl, but not who. She really liked that.” I was pushing into Mom hard and fast, listening to her make panting noises.

When she was reaching a peak I said, “She asked if we could have sex too,” then I gave Mom a good slap on her rock-tight ass.

She came with a yell and some serious juice dripped onto my legs. I slapped her again after a second, getting her to really scream in excitement, then begin to sob as her hips sort of humped against me.

When she’d calmed down, her face lying sideways on the couch, eyes half-closed, I slipped out from under her and looked down at that beautiful ass. It was hanging off the couch, the shorts still pulled down. I dropped to my knees behind her and slipped those shorts down and off. She just lay there, panting like she’d just been running.

When they were off, I knelt to the side of her and stroked her ass for a moment, then leaned in to kiss her cheeks. I eventually let my tongue slide into her crack, then licked her asshole. I brought my hand up and slowly slid a finger into her.

“Oh, God… oh, God, baby,” she muttered.

“What can I do?” I asked softly as I slipped a second finger in her.

“Any… anything,” she moaned just as softly.

My tongue moved back to her asshole and I began pushing it in as my fingers began thrusting faster. When I had my tongue in a little ways, I added a third finger to her pussy, getting her to sob loudly and begin mumbling, “Oh… uh… oh, God… Amber… oh, Jesus,” continuously between gasps and sobs.

I was tongue-fucking her ass when I slipped the fourth finger in, my hand sliding deep into her, making me think I might fit the whole thing inside her pussy one day, but not today.

She was making screeching noises and thrusting her hips back at me as I fucked her with my hand and tongue. When she came, she clamped down hard on my fingers. I let my hand stop and just slowly flex, but kept moving my tongue through her butt crack.

It was one of her best so far. She screamed loudly into the cushion, then again as she threw her head back. She actually gave me a small squirt on the second scream, then just made a continuous series of “uh-uh” sounds as her pussy kept gushing.

She was actually crying softly when I pulled my hand out and slid her up to lie on the couch. I sat on the floor by her head and kissed her softly to see if she was okay. She eventually returned the kisses and said, “Oh, my God, baby, that was so good, so fucking good.”

I giggled at the way she sounded, but moved back to look down at her. I was really hot from the whole thing, but in surprising control for me. I want her ass, I thought, as I looked down at it, but I didn’t… Oh, hell.

I slipped my shorts off and straddled her, pressing my pussy against her sexy ass. Leaning forward, I let myself lie on top of her, then began fucking her from behind with my pussy.

It was only minutes before I was thrusting and grunting, Mom’s body being pushed forward and back as I rode her ass. I pushed up, my hands on her shoulders, my pussy grinding down on her when I came.

I didn’t make a sound as I came across her cheeks, my cum spraying her ass and dripping down to cover her pussy. It was so completely, totally fucking hot that I almost died when I did it.

Mom woke me up when she slid out from under me, then turned to cuddle me close, softly kissing my cheek as she said, “Love you, kiddo.”

She eventually managed to get us both up and into the shower. We were a mess, totally covered in cum. It was amazing how drenched Mom was.

After we dried off we went to lie in bed, but I asked her to put her panties on, and she did with that grin of hers. They looked hot on her, highlighting her ass so well.

I was still drifting from the sex earlier, so I just had her lie next to me so I could fondle her a little as we talked.

“Did you and Deanna end up having sex?” Mom asked, making me smile a little at the thought that she was the one who missed the end of the story this time.

But I nodded and said, “We made out a little, then I gave her head in the shower. We didn’t really have time for anything else.”

We lay there quietly for a little bit as I lightly stroked her stomach, then I said, “She thought she might be gay, because she saw her mom making out with a woman.”

Mom giggled a little at that, then said, “I hope not, because you wouldn’t have a chance, baby.”

I giggled too, then said, “I think her mom was looking at my ass while we were there.”

That got her to turn slightly and give me a “mom” look before asking, “Did it bother you?”

Her tone made me smile a little, because it was so protective. I would never have noticed before how often she did that, but now it was obvious that she was getting the claws out.

She stroked my face lightly as I smiled, but I said, “No. I liked it.” She nodded and pulled me in a little to snuggle.

Eventually I said, “Would it be wrong if I did something with someone older? Is it okay that I’m having sex with Deanna?”

Mom didn’t say anything for a while, then said, “No, nothing is wrong with that. It’s really about why you do it. If you feel threatened or used, then it’s bad.” She looked at me and said, “Please tell me if you ever feel that way with anyone.”

I nodded quickly, so she continued, “Otherwise… as long as you enjoy it, and you’re not hurting someone, it’s fine. You’ll want to be more careful with people your own age than someone older. Teenagers can be cruel, and you don’t want them to decide you’re different enough to attack.”

The thought seemed to bother Mom, because she hugged me a little, then said, “In fact, I guess I would prefer it if you were with older women,” her voice changed a little, and she sounded playful as she said, “but that doesn’t mean I want you out seducing them.”

I giggled at the picture, and she kissed my cheek. “Would it… bother you?” I hesitantly asked.

She turned me to face her and said seriously, “I love you, honey. No matter what, I’ll love you. Even if we stop this, I’ll love you. I promise to never be jealous of your lovers.” Then she got a look and said, “Would it bother you if I did it with another woman?”

I giggled at that and said “No way. You’re hot, Mom. I bet you have sex a lot.”

That got one of her full-out laughs and she did that thing where she kissed all over my face for a while. Then she got a little serious and began really kissing me.

The orgasm was incredible.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Webs of Passion, Part Two

  • Posted on September 16, 2017 at 9:11 am

By StarSapphire

Friday nights had been video nights forever. Ronda and Judy would snuggle on the couch and laugh, cry or be terrified together as the videos played on. They both looked forward to the intimacy of these evenings.

Their next Friday evening, Ronda decided to make things extra special. She planned to be a bit more intimate than usual.

That evening, Ronda showered before Judy returned from work with the videos, feeling her heart pounding in anticipation. She chose her clothing with care, deciding on a pair of tight black shorts she knew her mother liked, along with a pink top that hugged her body and showed her young breasts to their best advantage. She brushed her hair carefully and applied a little lipstick and blush, then admired herself in the full-length bedroom mirror. She knew she looked good and nervously hoped that her mother would be impressed.

When Judy arrived home, Ronda was waiting for her in the kitchen. She’d decided to cook them dinner and had made an extra effort to make it both appetizing and romantic. A setting for two was laid out in the dining room, the lights were lowered and candles lit as Judy’s daughter began serving the first course, a tossed salad and homemade vinaigrette dressing.

“Honey, this is so nice!” Judy exclaimed as the salad was placed before her. “What’s the occasion?”

Judy was pleased at the compliment. “No occasion, Mom. I know you work hard all week, and I just wanted to make this Friday a little special for you. I don’t always say how much I love you and tonight,” said Ronda shyly, “I thought I would.”

“That’s so lovely, sweetheart! And I love you too, baby, a whole lot,” Judy gushed, genuinely impressed. “And you look so nice too. This is almost like a date!” Judy giggled, feeling herself flush with unwanted excitement.

“So maybe it is,” Ronda said quickly and kissed her mother on the cheek. “Dinner and a movie. You haven’t been treated in a long time, so relax and enjoy. I made us spaghetti and marinara sauce, garlic bread and I picked up some Asti Spumonti ice cream after school. I know how much you like it,” said Ronda.

Mother and daughter sat together and ate their meal, feeling a special closeness settle in. They talked of their day and how they were doing as they finished the main course. Over dessert they fell into a comfortable silence. Then Judy spoke as they began clearing up.

“I rented a comedy, but the other movie is subtitled. It’s a French film. A drama. I hope you like it,” Judy told Ronda.

“Oh, I’m sure I will. And I can practice my French. Let’s watch it first,” Ronda suggested. Judy agreed and they settled in to watch.

Judy did not tell Ronda that the movie had a heavy `R’ rating, with plenty of nudity and some simulated lesbian sex. She was waiting anxiously to see Ronda’s reaction, hoping she wouldn’t be offended, and that the film might spark some lust — if not conversation — in Ronda.

She needn’t have worried. Some twenty minutes or so into the movie Ronda could see the adult theme of the film developing and was becoming turned on by the lead actress. The story involved a love triangle between a man and two women, but it was the two women who were having the affair. Ronda envied the lead character’s female lover and noted how much like her mother she looked.

As a few risque and sexy scenes played out, Ronda felt strongly aroused and began playing `footsies’ with her mother. Judy responded playfully and wondered what was happening. Is it working? How far do I take things?

Throughout the film Judy and Ronda held hands, something they hadn’t done before. Ronda explained, “This is what you do on a date, right?” and Judy, slightly taken aback, had gone along. For her, the simple act of holding hands had never felt so erotic. She placed their clasped hands on her thigh as they continued to watch the movie. She hoped against hope that things might go farther still, but was afraid to make the first move.

When the movie ended, both Judy and Ronda were in a state of high excitement. Not only had the movie turned them on, but so had the physical contact between them. Feeling the smooth warmth of Judy’s thigh as her hand rested atop it was excruciating for Ronda, as was the implied intimacy of their `date’ to Judy. At this point though, neither wanted the other to know how turned on she was.

“Before we watch the next movie, I need to change out of these clothes, ” said Judy. “I’ve been in them all day. Mind if I take a quick shower, too?” she asked Ronda. She was anxious to separate herself from her daughter for a moment, lest she do something she might regret — and she was getting uncomfortably wet.

“Gonna slip into something more comfortable?” laughed Ronda. “Hey, I like how this date’s going!” she quipped.

“Naughty girl!” Judy shot back Judy a laugh as she headed upstairs to her bedroom.

Ronda waited in agony for her mother’s return. Everything seemed to be going so well, she hoped it would continue.

Judy came back down the stairs a while later looking freshly scrubbed and wearing only a set of pale yellow pajamas. “This being our first date and all, I’m sorry if my PJ’s aren’t sexy, honey, but they are comfortable,” Judy told Ronda with a smile.

Ronda thought Judy’s pajamas looked just fine, noting especially that her mother wasn’t wearing a bra under her top. “You look great, Mom! I want you to be comfortable. Like I said, it’s your night,” Ronda told her sincerely. “Let’s snuggle up and watch the next video,” she urged. Once again, they settled together on the couch as the movie began.

The film turned out to be less than inspired, but that gave Ronda the chance to `chat up’ Judy a bit. During the dull parts, they talked.

“Mom, you are so incredibly beautiful. Does anyone ever tell you that?” Ronda asked her mom, looking into her eyes as they sat together again holding hands on top of Judy’s leg. Judy’s hand was resting on top of Ronda’s. The heat from Judy’s thigh seemed to burn the teen’s hand as she asked the question.

“Gosh, thank you for saying so, honey! That is so sweet, but no,” Judy sighed, “there isn’t anyone saying such nice things to me lately,” she said. “Just you, and I appreciate it. I really do.” She leaned over and kissed Ronda on the cheek.

Ronda felt emboldened by the kiss and reached her hand up to trace the outline of Judy’s jaw. She looked directly into her deep blue eyes and could see there all the gentle love and torrid passion her mother felt — and the fear. Okay, she thought, now is the time.

“Mom, would it be okay if I asked you to kiss me, like we were on a real date?” Ronda spoke, hardly believing herself. A hot flush came to her face.

“Honey,” Judy whispered, “Y-you want me to kiss you?” Her heart was in her throat as she gazed down into Ronda’s earnest, pleading dark eyes and noted the blush on her cheeks.

“Yes, please, Mom,” Ronda murmured. ” It’s a date, so we need to kiss, don’t we?”

“I — I suppose we do,” said Judy. She quickly brought her lips into contact with Ronda’s and pecked them briefly before withdrawing.

“No, I mean a real kiss. I’ve never had one and I –I’d kinda like one. Would you please?” Ronda appealed.

“You mean, you want…” Judy started, then realized exactly where her daughter was going. She could see Ronda’s anxious need reflecting from her big brown eyes and felt a moment of excited panic. Oh my gosh, she wants me too! Judy gasped to herself. She really does!

Judy took a sharp breath as she absorbed this confirmation of her daughter’s feelings. All the terrible confusion and guilt she’d been feeling vanished as her pent-up desire for Ronda broke free at last. Her resistance crumbled. “Honey, oh yes, okay…” was all she said. She briefly looked into Ronda’s warm expectant face, then brought their lips into contact. This time, the touch was electric.

As their lips met, Judy marveled at Ronda’s sweet taste and moved her tongue purposefully inside the girl’s mouth. She heard Ronda groan, then felt her daughter’s tongue dueling with her own as their mouths opened wider.

Breaking away, Judy noted the glazed look in Ronda’s eyes.

“How was that?” asked Judy, a tremor in her voice.

“Oh, Mom, that was so beautiful! I didn’t know it felt like that. Thank you so much!” Ronda declared with enthusiasm. “Can — can we do it some more?” she asked tentatively. “Can we like, make out?” she giggled nervously. “Like a real date?”

Ronda and Judy were both thrilled by the kiss and the `date’ game they were playing. They both wished to avoid any reminders of the forbidden nature of their actions for the time being. They shared a conspiratorial smile.

“Hey, you better watch out,” warned Judy. “What if I want to go all the way?” She began to tickle Ronda on the ribs.

“Not on the first date!” Ronda howled in mock protest, attempting unsuccessfully to block her mother’s hands. “Mom, stop!” she shrieked. “I’ll let you feel me up, though, how about that?” she asked mischievously as her laughter quieted.

“Yeah?” asked Judy. Extending a hand, she placed it on Ronda’s small breast, not quite believing what she was doing. “I bet you’d like that, you little hussy,” she grinned, delighting in the feel of her daughter’s small soft breast beneath her hand.

“Gosh, yes, Mom,” Ronda moaned as she felt her mother’s hand gently kneading her breast, felt her nipple stiffen. “Please kiss me again. It felt so good.”

As Judy and Ronda’s lips met, the intensity of their passion immediately soared. Both were breathing hard as their mouths ground together, tongues lashing back and forth, probing and twining until they both suddenly broke apart.

Judy laughed a little, then softly said, “Wow! Was that ever hot, baby! Are — are you sure you want to go on?”

“Yes, Mom, I want to. I really do,” Ronda told her mother. “And — and Mom? Can I touch you there too?” Ronda glanced down at Judy’s hand on her breast, then up into the woman’s shining blue eyes.

“Yes, baby. Of course you can!” panted Judy. “Touch me honey. Play with my titties. I want you to,” she whispered as she undid two of her pajama buttons. Taking Ronda’s hand, she slipped it inside until the palm was covering her painfully erect nipple. “There, honey. Does that feel nice?” she cooed, not quite believing what was happening.

“Gosh, Mom, that feels so gooood,” Ronda gasped as she took in the weight and fullness of her mother’s breast. She squeezed and toyed with it, making Judy moan with pleasure. “Please, can I see them too? Can I look at your t-titties?” Ronda blushed at using the word her mother had just uttered. It thrilled her to say it, and embarrassed her at the same time.

“Yes, honey. I know you like them. I see you looking sometimes,” Judy smiled, then undid the remaining buttons of her top. Throwing apart the folds she let it drop from her shoulders, leaving her bare from the waist up.

Ronda gave a sharp intake of breath at the sight of her mother’s full womanly breasts, crowned with large pink and brown nipples. They were even better than she’d imagined — standing out from her chest, round and full, with no need of support. The young teen sat for a moment staring in awe at her mother’s nakedness, her own excitement building by the second. “Oh, Mom, they’re so beautiful!” she gasped.

“Your turn,” Judy said as she began undoing the buttons of Ronda’s pink pastel colored blouse. “I want to see you too,” she added as the garment slipped off Ronda’s shoulders to expose her breasts, which were encased in a white A-cup bra. Reaching behind, Ronda quickly undid the fastener and let her bra fall free, baring her nubile young breasts for her mother’s delectation.

Judy inhaled sharply, amazed at how delicate Ronda’s breasts seemed — and how vulnerable she looked seated before her mother, naked from the waist up. She hastened to reassure the girl. “Darling, your titties are perfect!” She managed to whisper, cupping one in each hand. They were like small birds nestled in her palms — fragile, warm and alive.

Bending her head, Judy took one of Ronda’s nipples between her lips, then sucked and caressed it with her mouth and tongue. She moved quickly back and forth between the girl’s breasts, tasting the virgin sweetness of her hard pink nipples, loving every texture and trace of Ronda’s flesh in her mouth and hands.

Ronda was going out of her mind with pleasure. “God, Momma, that feels good! Oh yes, Momma, please…” she cried.

Judy finally raised her head up from Ronda’s breasts. ”Honey, I think this date is going into overtime. Let’s go up to my room,” she whispered urgently. Ronda could only nod a dazed reply. They both rose from the couch and, hand in hand, proceeded up the stairs.

When Ronda and Judy entered Judy’s bedroom, it was dark. Judy fumbled a bit with the nightstand lamp before turning it on. A soft warm glow filled the familiar room as they stood facing each other beside the bed. Ronda was just a few inches shorter than her mother. Judy drew the girl close and they embraced, arms around each other’s waists and mouths locked in a lover’s kiss. Their breasts and nipples first touched, then pressed tightly together.

Ronda and Judy’s kiss was long and passionate. Both were fulfilling an urgent fantasy, and the reality of the moment would not let them part for some time. Their mouths were agape and their hands wandered up and down each other’s bodies. Ronda was fondling her mother’s taut buttocks, which caused Judy to moan with delight. Judy was inspired to do the same, squeezing Ronda’s small tight ass cheeks in her strong hands until they both finally broke apart.

“Oh, Mom,” Ronda whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby. Can — can I touch you down here, too?” Judy asked Ronda, indicating the area between her legs.

“Yes, Mom, oh yes!” Ronda cried. “You can do whatever you like to me. I want you to!” She watched as Judy knelt before her and undid the top button of her black shorts, then tugged rolled down the zipper. They slipped down to the floor, leaving the teen in a small pair of white cotton panties. Judy quickly stripped them off and paused, staring in awe her daughter.

“Ronda, honey, you’ve got a beautiful pussy!” Judy exclaimed, lightly brushing Ronda’s wisp of dark pubic hair before running a finger gently up the length of her tight slit. She could feel Ronda shudder at the touch and quickly stood to remove her own pajama bottoms. She was naked beneath them, her bare pussy now fully exposed to her daughter’s amazed stare. “I just did it yesterday,” Judy asked her, lightly caressing the smooth mound. “Do you like it?”

“Wow, Mom… that is way cool!” Ronda exclaimed as she drank in the sight of her mother’s shaven vulva.

“Let’s lie down. I want to look at you, sweetheart,” said Judy. She lay Ronda down on her back then gazed longingly at the incredible naked beauty of her twelve-year-old daughter, spread out before her. “Sweetie, you are gorgeous. My goodness, how much you’ve grown!” Judy said as she ran a hand over Ronda’s breasts, then down her flat tummy, finally cupping the girl’s warm, wet sex in her palm.

Judy lay on her side next to Ronda, still gently stroking her wet pussy. “Do you like this, baby? Do you like Momma playing with your pussy?” she whispered in her daughter’s ear.

“God, yes, Mom! That feels so good, I can’t believe it!” Ronda panted. Judy slipped her finger between the teen’s labia and found her tiny clitoris, then began to stroke it in small circles. “Oh, Mom! What are you doing? Oh, oh, oh,” Ronda panted. “Don’t stop, Momma! Please don’t stop!” she cried as her passion built.

“I won’t stop honey, don’t worry,” said Judy, then moved her lips down to capture a nipple. Ronda moaned out her pleasure at this double assault. Judy continued down, kissing her child’s stomach and belly button, then heading lower still.

Ronda lifted her head to watch, then moaned in happy disbelief as her mother’s head moved between her legs.

Judy could not wait to taste young Ronda’s pussy. Her tongue lapped along her small slit, then dipped inside to taste her juices. She felt Ronda squirm at the touch of her tongue against her clitoris. Wanting more, Judy next moved herself even further down between her daughter’s legs and gazed at Ronda’s slippery wet cunt before burying her face in it.

In the meantime. Judy’s thumb found Ronda’s vagina and entered her right up to the hymen, while her finger probed at the girl’s tight little asshole. Ronda’s hips began to buck and pump into Judy’s face as Mom continued licking and fingering her, filling both her holes and sucking her small clit in and out of her mouth.

Ronda had never felt such sensations before. Her body was afire with passion and pleasure so intense she thought she might pass out. Then her orgasm began, the first of her young life. Waves of heat rolled out of her loins in pulsating contractions as her body arched up from the bed.

Judy grabbed Ronda’s hips and hung on as wave after shuddering wave passed through the teen’s body. Finally, her climax slowly subsided.

Ronda lay quivering and sobbing as her mother quickly came up beside her and took the girl in her strong, loving arms. “Oh God, Momma! What was that?” she gasped.

“You came, honey,” Judy said with a laugh. “You just had an orgasm. Haven’t you had one before?”

“Gosh, no!” said Ronda. “I — I think I’d remember if I had!” she laughed, then gazed adoringly at her mother. “Just hold me for a minute, Mom, please?”

Judy cradled her daughter in her arms, delighted that she had given Ronda such pleasure for her first time. She licked her lips, relishing the taste of a young girl’s juices, and relived the joyous sensation of eating her hot young pussy. But Judy herself had yet to come… and her own hunger was building fast.

“Ronda, honey, can you make me come too?” Judy whispered in her daughter’s ear as she rocked the girl in her arms. “Just use your hand for now, okay?”

“Of course I will!” Ronda replied. “Show me what you want me to do, okay?”

“Here, honey,” Judy said taking Ronda’s hand and placing it on her pussy. She pressed Ronda’s fingers into her slit, then guided her to the clitoris. “Right there, baby. That’s my clit. I want you to rub it for me,” she said, moving her daughter’s finger in a slow circle. She took her hand away as Ronda continued on her own. “Yes, baby! Oh, that feels so good!” Judy moaned as Ronda frigged her sensitive nub. “Now I want you to go inside me, honey. Put your fingers in my cunt. Can you feel it?” she asked.

Ronda moved her hand down. “Y-yes, Mom. I found it,” she panted — entranced at the warm gushy feel of Judy’s wet pussy, amazed at how big her mother’s vagina was compared to hers. She easily slipped two fingers inside. “Your c-cunt is so hot and wet, Mom!” Judy exclaimed.

“Okay, now fuck me baby. Fuck me with your hand,” Judy directed, surprising herself at how easily those words came to her. “Hard and fast, baby! That’s it!”

Ronda moved her fingers rapidly in and out of her mother, entranced at the sight, sounds and smells of their blatant sexual activity. She inserted a third finger, then Judy asked, “Oh, baby girl — can you put your whole hand inside?”

Ronda was shocked at the request, but immediately began to comply. Slowly her thumb and little finger joined the rest inside Judy’s tight cunt. Ronda looked down and saw only her thin wrist, her hand entirely engulfed inside her mother’s writhing body.

Judy’s cunt felt extraordinarily tight to Ronda — in fact, she winced a little as her mother contracted her uterine muscles around her hand.

“Fuck me, baby!” Judy cried. “Fuck me with your hand. Oh, God, fuck my cunt, baby! Harder now! Move it around inside,” she instructed. Then, “Yesss! Oh, yessss!

Judy screamed as Ronda began pumping and rotating her hand around inside her mother’s distended pussy. The other hand was groping Judy’s breasts, plucking at her rock-hard nipples.

Judy could not hold back. A huge orgasm hit her squarely in the groin and radiated out through her whole body. She cried and moaned out loud. “I’m coming baby, oh, I’m COMING!” Then she screamed, startling Ronda with its power, and the awesome of her cunt as it clenched Ronda’s hand. Three jets of clear fluid shot from Judy’s urethra as she ejaculated onto her daughter’s chest.

As Judy slowly calmed down and allowed herself to relax, Ronda slipped her hand free of her mother’s vagina and curled up next to her. “Mom, you are so hot!” she told her.

“Ronda, honey, that was so good,” Judy said. “Was it okay for you? Are you all right? You don’t feel bad about this, do you? I mean, well, I’m your mom and — and…” her voice faltered.

“It was the best, Mom,” Ronda enthused, trying to reassure her mother. “I’ve never come before — and, and watching you just blew my mind! I really like it when you talk that way too, you know…” she hesitated. “Like the f-word and all that!” Ronda giggled. “I love what we’re doing. I — I’ve wanted to for a long time. I love all of it. And I love you, Mom, so much!” She hugged Judy hard.

Ronda gathered her daughter up in her arms and gave her a big wet kiss. “Oh baby, we are going to have some fun times!” she assured her. “I’m glad you liked what we did. So everything is really all right, honey?” she asked again, her voice still tinged with a touch of worry.

“No, Mom, everything’s not all right,” Ronda said with a little smile. “‘Cause I’m still, well, really horny.”

Judy laughed in relief, then had a wicked little idea. “Have you ever masturbated, honey?”

“N- no, not really,” Ronda said. “I’m not sure how. Is it like when we were touching each other?”

Judy assured her it was and then lay back to demonstrate. Spreading her labia with one hand, she exposed her clitoris for Ronda’s inspection. “This is the clitoris, this little thing here. When you touch it, you get all those great feelings. Go ahead. Try it for yourself,” Judy urged as she began to play with herself, rubbing her distended clit in small circles with her index finger.

Next to her, Ronda did the same — and once again felt that lightning bolt of pleasure shoot through her. As her fingers worked away at herself she stared fixedly at her mother’s hand, busy between her own legs. “That’s so sexy, Mom!” Ronda panted as she felt the start of another climax coming on. “I love watching you play with yourself!”

“Me too, honey,” Judy panted as she watched Ronda masturbating beside her. “God, I’m going to come soon, watching you play with your little cunt, baby. Yes, finger your clit baby. Let me watch you make yourself come!” Judy shuddered as her orgasm rapidly approached, then overwhelmed her. “OH! Ronda, honey, I love you so much!” she cried out in her ecstasy. Another series of pleasure shocks traveled up and down the length of her body, far more intensely than when she usually masturbated.

Beside her, Ronda came once more a few moments later. A gush of juices washed her small hand as it continued to work away at herself. So that’s masturbation, she thought gleefully. And doing it with Mom is just so hot! Giving herself up to the pleasure of it, she fell back on Judy’s bed and let the feelings wash through her.

Finally opening her eyes, Ronda saw her mother beside her. She was smiling.

“Honey you look so wonderful when you come,” said Judy as she watched her daughter’s climax wind down, the girl’s hand going still between her legs. She took Ronda in her arms. They held each other close and gently rocked themselves into a quiet slumber.

Awakening a few minutes later, Judy knew she had something important to say to her child. “Ronda, honey,” she said gazing fondly into her eyes. “Wake up, baby,” she insisted quietly.

When Judy’s eyes were open and staring into her own, she finally said, “I’m never going to leave you, Ronda. I’ll always be here. I won’t hurt you, not ever. I — I need to tell you that.”

“I know that, Mom,” Ronda replied. “Why are you saying that to me?”

“Because, honey, many years ago…” Judy began, as she looked into her daughter’s exotic dark eyes.

The End

Explanations for a Little Girl, Part One

  • Posted on September 14, 2017 at 7:14 am

By Vickylez

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2010 }

Jessica felt like Little Red Riding Hood. Here she was on her way to her grandmother’s on a sunny morning, a small basket on her arm filled with fresh flowers, preserves, and other stuff her mother sent. The 10-year-old girl smiled to herself, as she just hoped no Big Bad Wolf would be there to greet her.

It was only four blocks to the pretty house, its front garden lush with flower beds, greenery, and this funny fountain with the naked little stone lady perpetually bathing herself. She knocked at the door, thirsting already for the nice fruit juice Granny always had for her.

The door opened — and there was Aunt Doris, her mom’s older sister!

“Ooh, Jessica, what a nice surprise! Come in, come in, little girl! My, do you look lovely in that dress… well, you always look lovely!”

Her aunt hugged and kissed her, chatting animatedly as she took her to the wide kitchen for refreshments. The little girl sat on a stool, the short skirt of her summery white dress uncovering her soft thighs, as the woman got cookies and strawberry juice for her.

Jessica was elated at finding Aunt Doris there, she didn’t expect that wonderful chance! She adored her aunt, such a warm, merry woman, it always made her so happy just being with her. And Auntie was so beautiful! Her mom was very pretty, but Aunt Doris was… what was that word her friend had used? Gorgeous!

“You look gorgeous, Aunt Doris,” Jessica said. She meant it.

“What?… Oh, thanks, dear, you are very sweet. Here, a big glass of juice for you. Granny went to see her doctor today, and she won’t be home soon. I know she’ll be sad at not seeing you, she so looks forward to your visits.”

“Oh, well, I can come again tomorrow, I guess.”

“Good, she will be very happy!”

As they munched and chatted, the little girl gazed at her beautiful aunt, it gave her such pleasure to look at her. It was funny meeting her just then, when she had so many things to tell her… if she only got the nerve. The child didn’t yet have the words, or the understanding, to describe what happened to her when she was with her Aunt Doris. She simply had these warm and puzzling feelings.

But the woman… she did understand very well her own feelings, and kept them carefully in check. It wasn’t easy now to tear her gaze from those lovely uncovered thighs, parted just enough so she fancied with just a small effort she would be able to see the precious little girl’s panties. Breathing deep, she forced herself not to make that effort. It was getting worse each time she saw her!

Aunt Doris was taller than Jessica’s mother, and her shapely body was a delight to behold. The little girl didn’t know the word ‘voluptuous’ either, or she would have thought of her aunt’s body that way. It certainly was that: full of enticing curves, with a high round bosom that pushed proudly at her dress, perfect creamy skin, such a beautiful face… all of her was a most delightful sight, the kind of woman that makes you go out of your way to look at her again. And her cute niece was very aware of that.

“Auntie, you know my friend Molly? Remember her, with the red hair? Well, Molly asked me the other day if you have a boyfriend. You always seem to be by yourself. Do you have one?”

The woman stared at her, taken aback, and didn’t answer for a while.

“And… why would she ask that, dear?”

“Well, I dunno. But she says you are the most pretty woman she ever saw, and why aren’t you married, or whatever. I think so too. ‘Bout you being the most pretty woman, I mean.”

“Oh, dear… thank you.” She leaned to peck at the little girl’s cheek. “But your friend, and you too, should know not to ask such personal things of people, my love.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Jessica, crestfallen and looking down.

Her aunt instantly took her little chin to raise her head, smiling. “Hey, baby! I wasn’t chiding you, don’t take it like that! So I’ll tell you: No, I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t need that, love, I am very happy just like this.”

Because I have my girlfriends to keep me so’, she thought, but didn’t say.

“Oh,” said the little girl, and her steady gaze on her aunt’s beautiful face somehow seemed to go deeper, seeking further answers there. Or so fancied the woman for a moment. To cover her sudden uneasiness, she played with her niece’s lustrous, long auburn hair.

“You get prettier every day. Your hair is wonderful! You looked so lovely the other day with your braids, want me to do them for you now?”

“Yes, please, Aunt Doris! I like braids, but it’s such a chore to do them, you know?”

The woman, behind the little girl, was caressing her glossy hair, combing it with her fingers as she softly inhaled her niece’s warm, sweet scent. She trembled slightly. Careful, now…

“With a little practice it’s no chore at all, and it’s fun doing your hair to look good, baby,” she said.

As her deft fingers worked, she gazed fondly at the lovely curve of the child’s cheek, her soft neck, and then, irresistibly, at the adorable exposed thighs. They were quite far open, If I was in front of her, I could easily see her panties!

Doris felt the fluttering and wetness inside her own undergarments. The stirrings had begun the moment she saw her niece at the door, the familiar signs of an impending strong arousal. And now she was positively gushing, she knew she would have to relieve herself soon… She gazed down at her own chest, covered by a light dress that showed a lot of cleavage. Oh God, my hard nipples are poking out so, I hope she doesn’t notice!

She felt the little girl making the tiniest sigh, and with a surprised jolt realized she had been softly caressing her delicious neck. Doris took away her fingers, feeling the silky hotness lingering on them.

“There… Oh, how pretty you look with those braids! Want to look at yourself?”

The girl jumped up and took her aunt’s hand. They went to the spare bedroom, which doubled as dressing room and had a big mirror. Standing behind her, the woman smiled as the ravishing girl admired herself, handling her cute braids this way and that.

“Thank you, Auntie! My hair looks…”

Gorgeous! All of you looks gorgeous, sweetie!”

Jessica laughed shyly, looking at her aunt in the mirror. She hardly reached to the height of the woman’s chest. Her gaze traveled along the beautiful woman’s shape. Her aunt wore a light and body-hugging pink dress that looked as if a wisp of wind could take it off her. The hem of the flared skirt was well above her knees, showing her long bare legs in all their glory.

The little girl’s intense look took her time all over her aunt’s body, arrived at her high bosom, and lingered there. The woman stood still, gazing back at her niece’s tender figure with her pretty white, short-skirted summer dress, her chest with the merest hint of swelling, slender but shapely legs, golden sandals on her dainty feet. Jessica’s bright eyes were motionless on her aunt’s breasts, staring with fascination at the plainly noticeable, big and unmistakable tips that shamelessly pushed out through the light cloth. She unconsciously licked her rosy lips.

The woman noticed this, realized where the little girl’s eyes were so intently locked, and gasped. Blushing, more with desire than shame, she took a step away from the mirror.

“Okay, dear… uh, let’s get back to those cookies,” she said, a bit unsteadily. The little girl wondered at her aunt’s obvious flustering, and followed her.

She perched back on her stool and pensively looked at her aunt’s beautiful face as she munched on a chocolate cookie. Would she dare? Yes she would, she had to tell her, she had to! She breathed deeply.

“Auntie…” she began, bashfully, “there’s something I want to ask you. But maybe you won’t…” She interrupted herself, looking down.

The woman smiled warmly at her, curious and a bit concerned. “Dear, there’s nothing at all you can’t ask me, or tell me! What it is, love?”

“Well…” Jessica fidgeted with her braids. “Well…” She raised her lovely eyes to her aunt’s, pleadingly.

“Well…?” smiled the woman, taking and caressing the girl’s hands.

Jessica took a breath, then plunged ahead. “Why is it when I am with you I feel, I feel… so good all over? I mean, I don’t ever feel like this with anyone else. What is that feeling?”

The woman felt faint for a second. She gulped, her mind blankly searching for words.

“I mean, I’m so happy when I’m with you. I… I want to be with you all the time!” The little girl lowered her crimson face, nervously pulling on her braids.

Doris gulped again, groping for words. She choose the safe path. “Oh, dear… you are so sweet. I also like to be with you and…”

“No, no, it’s not that!” exclaimed Jessica almost angrily, raising her bright eyes to her aunt’s face. “It’s not just liking to be with you, I… I love being with you!”

The woman was in a daze. The way the girl had said that, it came out exactly as ‘I love you’.

“Jessica…”

“I told Mom yesterday. I told her how I felt. I asked her about this, and… and other things.”

“Did you?” said the woman faintly, looking down at her forearms. Her niece had taken her hands away from hers and was now softly caressing from her elbows down, as if her little hands had a mind of their own. “And, what did she say?”

“She said I should tell you about this, and she said that you would understand. I was gonna go over to your house tomorrow to tell you, I didn’t expect to meet you here at Granny’s today!” giggled her niece.

The woman was startled at the idea of Jessica arriving unexpectedly at her apartment and the door being opened by Gretl, currently living there, her Scandinavian goddess body naked or just in tiny panties, as she so often was,.

The little girl’s caressing hands suddenly seemed to burn the bare skin of her forearms, so Doris took them away and carried them to her mouth, to kiss her fingers. “She really told you that? That I would understand, she said?”

“Yes. And she said you would explain all this to me. The way you explained to her, when she was littler ‘n me.”

OH, GOD! She remembered! Her kid sister remembered! After all this time, all these years, she had been sure those memories were deeply buried and rejected by her. Memories that to herself were so sharp and sweet: her beautiful little sister, her first lover, her first girl… together for so many years, until she herself was 15 and when her sister, at 13 years old, had turned to boys for good.

Nothing more was said about it ever again, as if it had never happened… not even after her sister had divorced, and was alone again.

But now — now she wanted her to ‘explain’ things to her 10-year-old daughter?!

She placed her trembling hands softly on her niece’s soft bare thighs, hearing her sweet little gasp… and her own. She didn’t remember having knelt before her, but there she was. Her face was almost level with the girl’s adorable face. They looked closely into one another’s eyes, the child waiting, the woman trying to decide what this all meant, what to do. She sighed, then whispered very close to her niece’s lips.

“Lovely Jessica… what you are feeling is love. I love you too, you don’t know how much I love you. Did your mother explain, um… well, what else did she tell you?”

“She told me that you and her loved each other very much, a lot, when you were little. Special love, she said.”

“What is ‘special love’, darling?”

“Special. Not just like sisters, she said. She said maybe I wouldn’t understand yet. But I do! Really, I do! ‘Special’ is how I feel for you, not just as my aunt, but way more, it’s, it’s…”

In astonished delight the woman felt the girl’s warm, wet mouth suddenly plunging tightly on her lips, her slender arms hugging her with force and her little body pressing against her breasts. She moaned, embracing her back. It wasn’t a long kiss, the girl didn’t know how, and she hardly opened her lips… yet it was the most exquisite kiss the woman had received in a very long time. They looked at each other, panting.

“Jessica… my love… that was wonderful!” she breathed.

The little girl giggled, “Mom said I should do it first, ‘cuz you’d never kiss me otherwise!”

“God! Your mom did tell you a lot! What else?”

“She said you shouldn’t worry, that you should explain everything to me. And… umm, that she knows you won’t ever do me any harm.” She frowned in further thought. “Oh, yeah! And she wants you to call her later, to tell her what happened.”

The woman shook her head, unbelievingly. Suddenly she was very, very conscious of still having the little girl in her arms, her hot tender body snuggled tightly against hers, her pretty mouth one inch from her own. This time she was the one to begin the kiss, and she didn’t rush about it. Explanation Number One, How Lovers Kiss.

Her luscious lips lingered over the little girl’s, making love to them as her tongue cautiously asked to be let in, hinting how to do it but not forcing her to, soon feeling the pretty lips shyly parting and welcoming her visit. Then she was receiving her, and meeting her with her timid little tongue, Hello loved Auntie, playing together, hotter and hotter, until a long blissful moan signaled Jessica’s total acquiescence and delight.

“OOOH…” they sighed together, as their mouths reluctantly parted. The little girl’s smile was dazzling, as she licked her just-kissed lips, her soft arms around her aunt’s neck. The woman smiled back and for a while they didn’t say anything, for Explanation Number Two was precisely that: How First Love Feels, when fulfilled.

She softly took her niece’s hands and guided them to her almost bursting breasts. She closed her eyes, gasping at the sensations of these little hands eagerly beginning to explore such delightful, new territories.

“I’ll explain everything to you, my love,” she whispered. “Little by little, as your darling mommy and me did back when we were your age…”

——————

That night she called her sister.

“Sussy? Hello…”

“Hi.”

There was a silence, Doris could softly hear her sister’s favorite Mozart playing in the background.

“Did… did Jessica tell you we met today?”

“Yes.” Another silence.

“And…?”

“Thank you. I haven’t seen her so happy in a long time.”

“Oh… and did she tell…?”

“She told me everything, sis. You explain so well…”

Doris laughed in relief, tears in her eyes, her right hand creeping up under her skirt. “She is… I just adore her, Sussy!”

“I know. That’s why I sent her over to you.”

“But, I thought you didn’t remember…”

“Yes, of course I do! Every day I’ve remembered, all these years. And, you know… ever since I had Jessica, I always thought the day would come when you’d have to explain things to her too…”

“Oh, god, Sussy!” Doris was openly crying now, her hand deep between her parted thighs, a rather strange combination.

“Hey, hon…” Her kid sister was crying too.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do. And… I want some explaining too. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I remember everything right.”

The older woman’s hand was dripping wet, wriggling inside her panties. She gasped.

“Oh, YES, little sister! I will explain it all to you again. I love you.”

“I love you.”

Continue on to Part Two

Amber II, Chapter 1

  • Posted on September 11, 2017 at 6:33 am

By Tater Tot

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2015 }

NOTE: While editing and preparing the chapters of “Amber” for Juicy Secrets, we hit a stumbling block. Around the story’s midway point, without any hint of explanation or introduction, the viewpoint of the narrative shifts from Amber’s mother to Amber herself. Unable to figure out how to continue the original story in a way that made sense, we decided to end it right there. After further discussion, however, we made a second decision — to post Amber’s continuation of her own story as “Amber II,” which you are about to read. Enjoy!

When my mom told me she was writing about how she and I started having sex, I was really excited. But then I decided I wanted to tell part of the story myself, especially since I had some hot experiences that Mom wasn’t around to see.
It started on this one morning, when I gave Mom a kiss on the cheek on my way out. It seemed like kind of a small thing, but I could tell it really made her happy when I did it, and I felt sort of bad for not having done it before.

I was off to do a sleepover with my friend Deanna. Her mother, who I’ll call Mrs. C, was doing the driving.

“Hi, Mrs. C,” I said, as I climbed in the back with my book bag.

Deanna twisted around with a grin as Mrs. C said, “Hi, Amber, do you have everything?”

I liked Mrs. C. She wasn’t as upbeat as Mom was, but Deanna got along really well with her. I’d had other friends whose parents were total assholes, sort of like my dad at the end. I shook that thought away too, and chatted with Deanna as we drove to her house.

Having someone as a friend who was interested in getting good grades was really nice. I hadn’t spent time with Deanna until I began really putting effort into getting A grades, and had noticed we were spending the same time studying after class or at lunch. She had actually approached me first, and we had really hit it off.

Spending the night at her place was a first, but we were doing a group report together and wanted it to be perfect. I had every intention of getting all A’s because I wanted every Saturday possible to do things to Mom… better not think about it or my panties would be wet quick.

Mrs. C was a little like Mom – slimmer, I think, because of how she ate rather than exercise. Mom worked out a lot and it really showed. Her ass was so… nope, not thinking that.

Mrs. C had sandy hair and her breasts were bigger than Mom’s, but she smiled the same and seemed to really care for Deanna. I had never paid attention before, but now I noticed how my friends and their parents got along. I could see how much it mattered to Mom that I was happy.

I was a little surprised later when Deanna and I were working at the kitchen table and I had leaned over to grab something, when I realized that Mrs. C was checking out my ass. I was wearing tight shorts, the same as Deanna, so my butt looked really good. Huh, I wondered if Mrs. C liked girls? I had been totally shocked to find out Mom did, then to find out her and Aunt Jess… Well, mindblowing didn’t cover it.

I hadn’t really paid attention before, her being Deanna’s mom and all, but now it kind of gave me a kick to think she was interested in seeing me naked. I was checking her ass out later, and I think Deanna caught me doing it, so I quit.

We had pizza, which was awesome since Mom didn’t order out much. Deanna had me laughing hard enough to snort Coke up my nose, which caused her mom to laugh until she choked on her food. We were all giggling over almost laughing ourselves to death. Later, Deanna gave her mom a kiss on the cheek good night, which made me miss Mom really badly for a moment.

I pulled out a big t-shirt when we went to her room and slipped it on over my panties in the bathroom. Deanna was doing the same when I came back in, and didn’t say anything as she slipped out of her clothes before putting it on. I was a little happy to see her breasts were no bigger than mine, sad to say. It really aggravated me that total skanks at school could have great breasts, and all I had was two little pimples. Mom just smiled whenever I said that, and she really made them… uh, no.

Deanna was my height and just as skinny, making us look a lot alike most times, but her hair was much lighter. She had boy-cut panties like Mom had, something I had really developed a weird fetish for. I had looked that up, fetish, after I heard one of the girls at school saying her boyfriend had a fetish for coming on her tits. Eww.

“What caused that face?” Deanna said, as she hopped on the bed cross-legged.

I did the same. “Remembering when Kim said her boyfriend had a fetish. It was gross.”

Deanna giggled loudly, “The tits thing?” then giggled again.

I curled my nose up. “Yeah, God, that sounded disgusting.”

“Just think,” Deanna said, with another embarrassed giggle, “one day you’ll be giving your husband head every day.”

“The hell!” I said. “He’ll be giving me head every day.”

Then we both started laughing. Deanna’s mom poked her head in, then smiled at the two of us laughing and giggling on the bed before saying “What’s so funny?” that got us both almost hysterical as we stuttered and couldn’t come up with an answer.

Mrs. C got that knowing look that Mom got now when I was too embarrassed to say something, and she said, “Oh, one of those things.” She grinned then and said, “Well, no sneaking boys in the window.”

I laughed again when Deanna said, “Aw, Mom, then what are we going to do for fun?”

Mrs. C laughed as she shut the door, saying, “Sorry, Deanna, just girls tonight.”

We calmed down after a while and laid on the bed talking. Her mom had the same restrictions on her internet that my mom did, so it hardly seemed worth going online. She had a bigger bed than mine, and it was nice not having to feel squished in. I had thought about having Mom do… Uh, no, not thinking about that.

We kind of drifted to sleep with the light on about an hour later. I was lying on my back and having a half dream about spanking Mom when I woke myself up, the excitement pushing me until I came.

I was seriously embarrassed to see Deanna leaning up on her elbow watching me with a raised eyebrow. Hell, I hoped I hadn’t said anything, and I could tell my panties were wet. Mom thought it was awesome how much I came, but it was a real pain right now.

I put my hand over my eyes, “What?”

“What do you mean, ‘What?’” Deanna whispered. “Holy shit. You just had a wet dream, Amber. God, it looked hot.”

I peeked at her from under my fingers. “It’s embarrassing. Quit staring at me.”

She giggled, getting a nervous giggle back from me as she pulled on my arm until I uncovered my eyes. I knew it drove Mom crazy when I did that when I was embarrassed, but it was almost impossible to stand having someone looking at me at those times.

“No way, girl,” she said, “I’ve never had a wet dream before. You have got to tell me about it or I’ll go crazy. Hell, I thought only boys did that.”

Now I really blushed, trying to keep from hiding again as I said, “No way. God, I can’t believe that happened. I’m such a spaz.”

Deanna got a serious look. “No, really, I think it’s awesome. I’d love to be able to do that. I’ve never had an orgasm, and here you are having one in your sleep. It’s not fair.”

I giggled again at the offended tone, but then realized what she had said. “Never?”

Now she looked embarrassed, looking down as she said. “Well… no. I’ve never dated, and I know everyone watches porn on the internet, but I don’t.” Now she kind of looked a little mad as she said, “How the hell are you supposed to find anything out if your mom blocks everything?”

That got a surprised giggle again, causing her to give me an offended look, then she laughed herself at my expression.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I laughed. “It’s just… my mom has the same thing. It really pisses me off sometimes.”

We laughed for a minute at the thought of how mean our moms were because they wouldn’t let their sweet daughters watch porn, when Deanna gave me a questioning look and said, “Can you… like, come when you’re awake?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Oh!” She looked down thoughtfully, before saying, “By… well, by yourself?” She blushed as she said the last part.

I gave her a questioning look. “What, you think I’m bonking some guy? Of course, by myself. Don’t try to tell me you don’t masturbate.”

She giggled, then shrugged and said, “Well, yeah, of course, but… well, I’ve never really had an orgasm. It’ll feel sort of nice, but nothing like what I just saw you do.”

I covered my face again. “God. My friend is a Peeping Tom. I can’t believe you watched that.”

That got a full-on gigglefest going, but she returned to the subject when we stopped.

“Tell me, Amber. Come on, we’re friends, right? How do you do that?”

I was tempted to put a pillow over my face, but I remembered how frustrated I was before.

“Well… well, you just, you know, have sexy thoughts about someone, then sort of, you know…” I whispered the last part, “touch yourself.”

She looked so much like me that I almost laughed, her eyes distant as she pursed her lips in thought.
“Yeah… that doesn’t work,” she said thoughtfully. “I try to think of having guys do stuff, but it doesn’t really work.”

I nodded to myself, kind of picturing what she meant. I was doing the same thing, picturing a boy because it was wrong to do anything else.

“Well…” I said, thoughtfully. “What about when you’re not trying? What gets you hot during the day?”

She blushed, almost making me nod as I realized she did look just like me when Mom asked those kinds of questions. I could see what her problem was.

When she didn’t say anything, I said, “Well, what is it? You want me to tell you, you have to tell me.”
She lay back and put her hand over her face as she mumbled. “Well… it’s the… well, you know…” She trailed off, then whispered, “gym teacher.”

I almost giggled, but held it back. Ms. Teller was the gym teacher and she was hot. I had the hots for my teacher, and Deanna had the hots for the gym teacher. Ms. Teller was really tall, with big boobs, and was super fit. I could get behind wanting some of that.

“Okay,” I said matter of factly. “I can see that, she’s hot. So that’s who you think about?”

Deanna turned her head to look at me in surprise to say “But, she’s… well… a she.”

I did laugh then and said. “No! Really? Was it the big boobs that gave it away?” We both got to giggling again, and she relaxed a little.

“You don’t think that’s bad?” Deanna asked quietly.

“Nah. It’s a crush. We get them and it doesn’t mean we’re all lesbians or something.”

“Oh. You think about… well, girls?”

“Sure,” I said truthfully. “I was actually dreaming about one, but I’m not going to tell you who it was, so don’t ask.”

“Oh,” she muttered again. We laid there for a while as she thought about it, then said, “That’s good, I was afraid I was… well, gay or something.”

I leaned up on my elbow to look at her seriously. “It wouldn’t bother me if you were, Deanna, but we’re only fourteen for Christ’s sake, we haven’t even dated. It’s probably too early to decide that, at least until you’ve been on a date.”

“I guess,” she said slowly. “You don’t think… mas… masturbating while thinking about girls will make you gay?”

I giggled, “If so, I’m going to be so gay one day.”

She laughed out loud, then covered her mouth as she turned to face me, laughing hard enough to cry. I had never had this much fun with a friend before, even if it was about embarrassing stuff.

We laid there for a while, sort of chatting sleepily, when she said, “How do you… you know… do it?”

I blinked awake and looked at her hard, realizing for the first time that she might be pushing for something. It seemed silly now after talking about masturbating and lesbian crushes, but it hadn’t occurred to me that she might want to do some stuff.

“It’s hard to explain, Deanna,” I said. “It’s, like, something you get one day, then always know how to do.”

“Oh,” she said softly. “I’ve been, well trying for a long time.”

I leaned up on my elbow again and looked at her. She gave me a quizzical grin until I said, “I can show you, if you promise not to hate me or think I’m weird.”

She blinked, then said, “Well, I wouldn’t think that anyway, but how would showing me do anything?”

“I could do to you what I do to myself, then you’ll understand and be able to do it,” I said softly.

“Oh,” she said slowly. “Really? You would do that for me?”

I shrugged and said, “Yeah. I guess. If it will help.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, then said “I’d like you to do it, and I promise I won’t hate you.”

Thinking for a moment, I finally nodded and slid over. “Lay on your side and close your eyes.”

Putting an arm over her, letting my hand rest on her stomach, I propped my head up so it was next to hers. “I’ll describe a sexy scene, then touch you as I do it. Just relax and picture what I’m saying. If you come, do it quietly, I don’t want your mom to wake up.”

She nodded eagerly, then waited with her eyes closed.

“Ms. Teller has you stay after school one day, wanting to talk with you about your grades and effort in class. She leads you to her office and shuts and locks the door when you go in. She’s wearing her gym outfit, those tight shorts and that blue t-shirt that shows her tits.”

I start rubbing Deanna’s tummy, sort of sliding the t-shirt up as I do it.

“She has you stand in front of her as she looks up at you from her chair and tells you that you need to work harder if you want better grades. You tell her, ‘Yes, ma’am’ and ask what you need to do. Ms. Teller leans forward and puts her hand on your hip and asks if you’re willing to do some extra credit work.” My hand sort of slides under the t-shirt to start stroking her skin, getting a soft sigh from her.

“When you nod, her hand runs down and strokes your ass for a moment,” I say as I do just that, letting my hand touch her ass, then slide around to rest on her belly button.

“You can see Ms. Teller’s nipples through her t-shirt as she asks if you’re willing to do anything she says. When you say ‘Yes’, her hand moves to your front and cups your pussy.” Deanna moaned harshly as my hand slid down and cupped her mound. Her panties were damp already, so I figured she would manage an orgasm tonight.

“Her hand sort of massages your pussy through your shorts as she watches you, then she asks if she can do anything to you. When you nod, she stands up and moves behind you, cupping your breasts as she kisses your neck.” I do both, sliding my hand up to squeeze her breast, and planting a soft kiss on her neck. Deanna is panting quickly, letting out another moan as my hand squeezes her.

“Ms. Teller slides her hand down, then slips it into your shorts and panties, then you feel her fingers touch your wet pussy lips.” I do the same, slipping my hand into her panties and letting a finger slide between her soaked outer lips.

Deanna came at that point, letting out a quiet, but high pitched whistling sound. Her pussy did like mine and squirted my hand as she pushed her pussy against it. I held her tight, and she groaned a little louder as she squirted again and her body sort of undulated against mine.

She was gasping when it was over, letting out little moans every now and then. I let her lie back, and began licking my fingers clean as she watched. She tasted really good, sort of like me. Mom tasted totally different, but I really loved how she tasted… uh, better not go there.

When I was done, I lay down next to Deanna, watching as she sort of panted for a while, then I must have fallen asleep.

I grimaced when I woke up and realized the room smelled like sex, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that. Deanna was smiling at me, and when I opened my eyes said, “Wow, that was great, thanks.”

I shrugged and said, “Sure. It was fun, and you sure make a mess.”

We kind of staggered out of bed and looked at the mess we had made. She shrugged like I had and said, “Mom’s already at work, so we have a couple of hours to clean up.”

“Work?” I was surprised that she worked on Saturday.

Deanna looked a little sad. “Yeah. When Dad died three years ago, Mom went back to work. It was pretty hard at first, but she says if she makes VP this year, she can spend more time with me.”

“Wow, that sucks.”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “I feel bad for Mom, and try to help, but she’s been working sixty-hour weeks for the last year. I offered to get a job, but she just cried and hugged me.”

I nodded, picturing what she meant. Mom would have done the same thing. “You think she’ll get married again?”

Deanna got the strangest look and said, “No… no. I don’t think so.”

When I raised an eyebrow she blushed and looked down for a moment.

“Well… you know I asked about… you know, being a lesbian?” I shrugged and nodded. “Well, I saw… well, Mom and a… a woman… sort of, well, kissing one night. So wondered if I might be… well…” Then she petered out.

I shook my head. “I don’t think it works like that. Your mom might just be having sex with a woman because it’s nicer or something. She had you, so she must be okay with guys. It’s probably just that she gets horny and doesn’t want to deal with guys.”

Deanna giggled, then said, “How did you get so wise all of a sudden?”

I grinned. “My Aunt Jess is gay, and I didn’t know it until recently. My mom tried to explain how it works like that sometimes and how it might take a while to figure out.”

“Wow, really?” Deanna said. “That’s so cool that you can talk about that.”

“Yeah,” I said softly. “Mom is the best.”

When we stripped down she saw my shaved pussy and got bug-eyed. I shrugged it off, but could tell she really wanted to know why I had it like that. I told her to look around the gym showers one day, half the girls were shaved.

“Why?” she asked.

I gave her an intent look, trying to force her to think about it. She really was innocent about things because she was totally lost. I sighed and mumbled, “No hair to get in your… teeth.”

She blinked in surprise, then stared at my pussy for a moment. That got her to blush when she realized I was watching her. “Sorry… sorry,” she mumbled. “It’s just… just not something I thought you… you know… had ever done.”

I looked at her seriously, trying to decide what to say, finally pulling her down on the bed to sit as I said, “Will it bother you if I had?”

She looked at me for a moment, before she realized what I meant, and I could tell by her expression she was hurt that I even thought that, “No, of course not.”

“It’s hard to tell, and I don’t want you hating me,” I said, “but I’ve had, well, sex with… you know… a girl.”

“Oh,” Deanna breathed softly. “Oh, my God,” she muttered, then looked at me. “Here I’ve been worried you would hate me if I said I liked girls, and you were worried I would hate you.” Then she giggled.

I had to laugh too, and we did that for a little while until Deanna said, “Would you… can we… I mean…”

She was blushing fiercely, but I could see her nipples standing up and realized what she was asking. I canted my head at her, wondering if it would be wrong. “Do things together?”

She nodded quickly, then looked down again.

“I don’t really want to have a girlfriend, Deanna. I’d rather be friends.”

That got her to look up quickly as she said, “Oh, no… I don’t want to be like that. I just wanted to… well, do it with someone, you know.”

I looked at her for a moment, then leaned in and gave her a kiss. She didn’t react until I was about to pull back, then she put her hand on the back of my head and kissed me back. I don’t think she had ever kissed anyone like that, but really got into it. When my tongue moved between her lips she jerked a little, then leaned in and opened her lips. After a while she started using hers to taste me back.

When I leaned back her face was flushed and her pupils were dilated. Her lips were a little swollen from all the kissing, but she was panting with excitement.

“Shower,” I said, holding out my hand.

She nodded, taking my hand and letting me lead her to it. I stopped in front of the sink and stood behind her as I pulled her t-shirt off. She looked at us as I leaned in and let my hands reach around and begin caressing her stomach and breasts. They were just as small as mine, but really nice feeling in my hands.

We both were still covered with our own cum, so when she was moaning softly, I stopped and stripped before stepping into the tub. I waved for her to do the same, admiring the wispy blonde hair around her pussy as she did so. With the shower started I took the gel and began using my hands to wash her clean.

When I ran a finger down her ass crack, she squealed, then let out a loud groan. I lathered and rinsed her pussy clean, then turned her to face me. I gave her a kiss, then slid to my knees in front of her as she gasped, then pushed my face into her pussy. She squealed again in shock, but that very quickly turned to loud moans as my tongue moved between her lips. I wanted to do this quickly since I didn’t know what time her mom would be home and it was Saturday. Mom would be waiting. I groaned at the thought.

I did everything Mom had taught me, licking and probing, sliding my tongue along her clit, but didn’t use any fingers. Deanna lasted all of two minutes before putting one hand on the wall and the other on my head and came. She let out a long yell of “Yes” and squirted my face and mouth. I did like Mom and swallowed what I could, but kept my lips lightly on her clit. She continued like that for a surprising amount of time before sliding to a sitting position in front of me.

I kissed her, letting her taste herself, then helped her to her feet. “That’s what it’s like. I have to get home, but we can do that whenever you want.”

She was smiling in a dazed fashion, but helped wash me, paying special attention to my breasts and ass.
Mom picked me up at nine, and I was ready to go, my breasts very clean, and Deanna looking very bright-eyed. I was starting to get twitchy, trying to keep my mind off… things.

I gave Deanna a hug when I left and she whispered “Thanks,” in my ear.

Continue on to Chapter 2

Webs of Passion, Part One

  • Posted on September 9, 2017 at 10:19 am

By StarSapphire

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in April 2005 }

For Ronda S.

Judy looked down at her sleeping daughter and admired the soft outline of her pretty face. Ronda’s short dark hair framed her delicate features and set them off gently. A duvet cover hid her twelve-year-old body and cloaked her up to her pert little chin. Sighing, Judy backed out of Ronda’s bedroom and went to her own room to think awhile.

Lying on top of her bed Judy recalled the form of her daughter in her mind. Ronda was a beautiful young girl who was tall for her age, as Judy had been. She was also maturing fast and had developed some respectable breasts for her age. Judy’s own were a full `C’ cup, and Ronda looked to match her soon. She had her father’s smoldering Mediterranean features and her mother’s body, Judy thought. She wondered too if, like her mother, Ronda was gay.

Judy’s hair was sandy blonde and fell in thick waves either side of her open Nordic face. She had the full red lips, high cheekbones and bright blue eyes of the classic western ideal of beauty, that contrasted sharply with her daughter’s exotic good looks. Ronda had dark flashing eyes that signaled her every mood and clear, finely sculpted features just like her father. They both look like wild Gypsies, Judy mused.

Judy was slightly uncomfortable at the thought of Ronda’s father. Tony had been a high school boyfriend who had persuaded Judy to go ‘all the way’ when they graduated. He had done his thing, then left for college when Judy discovered she was pregnant by him. He’d offered to marry her — but Judy, in the meantime, had finally acknowledged her sexuality to herself and refused his offer.

Coming out was hard for Judy, and Tony was understandably hurt, but he faithfully provided what support money he could and made no fuss about custody or Judy’s sexuality. Over the years, he stayed in Ronda’s life and never tried to be anything but a great father, for which Judy felt endlessly grateful — and endlessly guilty. She thought Tony and Ronda deserved more. She was not aware that both were quite content with their relationship as it was and loved Judy deeply.

Judy knew she was going to masturbate again. Lately she had been plagued by sexual desires that burned into her soul and left her breathless each night. The fantasy was always horribly the same — she was having sex with Ronda. Hard as she tried to banish these thoughts from her mind the more they would intrude. She knew that wanting her daughter was dangerous, but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about it. She would admire her lithe form around the house, the curve of her small tight backside or the swell of her budding young breasts, and be swept up in another sexual fantasy.

She imagined Ronda naked in her arms, her small breasts and nipples pressed against her own as she kissed and caressed her in her mind. As she toyed with the sight and feel of Ronda, her hand stole down to cup her own breast and the other worked its way under her slacks and panties to fondle and stroke herself. Judy rapidly brought herself to her first climax of the night. God, it’s happening again, she thought.

Quickly stripping naked, Judy had a hot, fast shower and knew that her first orgasm had released only her immediate tension. She could now take her time and try to play with a different fantasy and banish these incestuous desires for Ronda from her imagination. She lay back on her bed and began to play with her nipples, feeling them harden to her touch as they sent little charges of sexual energy down through her pussy. She was already wet, she knew that before touching herself. Her fingers swam in her own juices as she began to slowly caress her slit.

Judy luxuriated in the feel of her freshly shaved pussy, stripped of its normal growth of tangled pubic hair. Gazing down at herself, she marveled at how much she looked like a young girl down there as she traced lazy circles around her clitoris.

Judy had shaved her pubic hair for the first time just yesterday, obeying some inner urge she didn’t fully understand. She’d taken the lather and razor and carefully removed every trace of the light brown curls that normally grew there. She felt cold at first — then exposed, worried that someone, another woman, might spot her bareness and wonder about her. Then she’d relaxed and enjoyed the unfamiliar feel of cool air between her legs as she spread them wide atop her bed.

Today this wide open, exposed feeling took Judy back to one of her strongest memories, her first sexual experiences with her seventh grade teacher Suzanne G. Relieved to be rid of Ronda in her mind, at least for the moment, Judy eagerly replayed this torrid erotic encounter instead.

Suzanne was a 34 year old French woman who Judy, much to her astonishment, had found startlingly attractive. She developed a terrible crush on Ms. G. and would gaze longingly at her short dark hair, tall trim figure and large breasts in class. She was naturally confused about her feelings. Why was she so attracted to another female, and one so much older? Am I gay? Judy worried, fretted and pined in silence.

Sensing Judy’s interest in her, Ms. G. was much less befuddled by her own desires. In fact, Suzanne G. quite liked young girls.

She invited Judy home for tea one spring afternoon near elementary school graduation and wasted little time in coming to the point with the pretty schoolgirl. She had often noticed Judy staring at her body and returned the attention. Judy’s tall youthful form, her wavy blonde hair and her perpetual look of innocent wonder captivated Suzanne’s heart — and her libido.

“I notice you looking at me in class,” Suzanne said abruptly after pouring them both tea.

Judy turned a deep shade of scarlet, afraid she’d done something terribly wrong. “Oh gosh! I –I’m so sorry, Ms G…!”

“Oh no, my sweet! It’s all right that you look at me. I enjoy you watching me! It is a true compliment,” Suzanne hurriedly explained. “You are rather beautiful yourself, and I enjoy looking at you too,” she said to her warmly as her eyes traveled up and down Judy’s tight adolescent body. “You are becoming quite the young woman,” she added, gazing at Judy’s small but prominent breasts.

With relief, Judy blushed at the compliment and the frank stare. “Ms. G…” she began.

“Please, call me Suzanne. I would like us to be friends,” Judy heard Ms G. say, not quite believing her ears but noticing instantly the look of gentle lust that came over her teacher’s face. Friends? Oh gosh, she realized, she feels the same way about me! Judy felt a flush of excitement rush through her taut young body.

“Yes. Okay, S-Suzanne,” Judy began. “Um, I think you’re the most beautiful p-person I’ve ever seen!” she gushed, amazed at her own boldness. “I just didn’t, uh, don’t — know how to tell you that. I want you to know, though. I think about you a lot, especially… oh gosh!” Judy gasped, immediately regretting being so forthright. “Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying!” she cried out in frustration.

Suzanne laughed warmly and came over to put her arm around Judy, who was close to tears. “Hush, darling,” was all she said, then lifted up Judy’s face with a finger and gently kissed her on the lips. Judy sighed, hoping for more, but Suzanne pulled away and sat down again across from her.

“We could have a very special friendship, Judy my sweet,” Suzanne said. “But you understand that, as a teacher, there are people, like your parents, who would not like that.” A shudder of blissful anticipation passed through Judy as she grasped the full nature of Suzanne’s intentions. “They might even put me in jail for the things I’m thinking about doing with you!” she laughed as a wicked little glint came into her eye.

With amazing gratitude, Judy at once understood Suzanne’s message and hurried to reassure her. “I’ll never tell anyone!” she promised. Certainly not her parents who, unlike this exotic French woman, seemed so distant and uncaring, “I — I love you Ms., I mean, Suzanne,” she confessed finally, relieved that it was out there. “Please, I won’t tell anyone!” she’d begged as her excitement rose in anticipation.

What happens now? Judy wondered. She didn’t have long to wait.

“Then come, my pet, ” was all Suzanne had said. Taking Judy by the hand, she led her to the bedroom.

When they arrived beside Suzanne’s bed she turned to face Judy, who stood there in a state of nervous excitement. “You like my breasts,” she announced boldly. “I see you looking at them all the time.  I’ll show them to you if you like.” She began to unbutton her pink pastel-colored blouse. “You too, my sweet,” she ordered. “I want to see you, too.”

Judy took in Suzanne’s warm smile and the glazed look of excitement in her eyes, then slowly peeled her white polo shirt over her head, revealing her white cotton sports bra to Suzanne’s hungry stare. She could instantly feel the teacher’s eyes burning holes through the garment. Then her breath caught as Suzanne removed her blouse and allowed Judy to see her big breasts, encased in a white lacy bra. She admired their fullness and deep cleavage.

Judy clasped her hands to her face as she gazed at Suzanne’s chest. “Oh my gosh!” she whispered. She felt embarrassed that her own small, immature breasts were so inadequate in comparison.

“You like them, my pet?” Suzanne asked with a coy smile. Judy could only nod her head in dumb response. “Your breasts are exquisite too, darling Judy. You are so beautiful!” Suzanne exclaimed, relieving Judy’s fears somewhat. But she continued to wonder what Suzanne found so attractive about her. She felt awkward and shy in the presence of such a beautiful, mature woman.

“Please, let me see the rest of you,” Suzanne asked her gently. Judy complied uneasily. She removed her bra over her head then waited in agonizing anticipation for Suzanne’s response. “Oh my dear girl, your breasts are perfect! Such darling pink nipples, oh my!” she enthused. Judy let out her breath, feeling much less afraid.

It was Suzanne’s turn. She quickly undid the front clasp of her brassiere and let it drop open, revealing to Judy a pair of heavy, womanly breasts crowned by large, dark brown nipples. The girl’s throat went dry and her mouth watered at the sight.

Judy looked down at her own breasts — small, but firm and round. Her pink nipples were fully erect. She brought her fingers up to gently brush them over the hard tips. Suzanne stood looking in awe as Judy lightly stroked herself.

Standing there topless before Suzanne was strange and arousing for Judy, and she delighted in her teacher’s reaction. A look of excited wonder was on Suzanne’s face as she took in the sight of Judy’s firm young tits on full display. By then, Judy’s feelings of physical inadequacy had completely vanished. She thrilled in the sight of her mature lover’s visual feasting on her bare breasts, and displayed herself proudly and unselfconsciously.

Suzanne moved toward her and Judy melted into her arms as their lips finally met again. Their kiss lengthened and deepened. Suzanne’s heavy breasts pressed into Judy’s as she forced her tongue past Judy’s lips and into her mouth. Judy responded, feeling the first full rush of sexual excitement in her young life. She eagerly tangled her own tongue around Suzanne’s, then moved it in to explore her mouth in turn.

Judy felt Suzanne’s hand move to cup one of her small breasts, and sighed deeply as she realized where the two of them were going. She felt her nipple nestling in the palm of Suzanne’s hand and thrilled to the aching pleasure it brought to be so intimately caressed. She surrendered herself to the older woman’s embrace and willed Suzanne total access to her lithe young body, to do with as she pleased.

“Take me Suzanne. Please, take me…” Judy murmured between kisses as her hands hurriedly began removing her summer shorts and underwear.

“Oh yes, my sweet. I will,” Suzanne assured her while assisting Judy to complete her undressing. Her own black skirt and white panties quickly joined Judy’s clothing on the boudoir floor. Judy had just a wisp of blonde pubic hair at the top of her small pussy but, to Judy’s astonishment, Suzanne was shaved clean…

Judy’s fingers were working fast and deep on herself as she relived that spring afternoon twenty years ago. She could feel her orgasm approach as she recalled lying spread out on Suzanne’s bed, completely open to her teacher’s inspection. After their first passionate kiss, they had fallen together onto Suzanne’s bed. After Suzanne’s adoring inspection they had made passionate, joyful love for the rest of the afternoon.

Years later, Judy recalled Suzanne’s lips and tongue on her small hard nipples, then the fullness of Suzanne’s own breasts when she held, kissed and caressed them. She remembered the taste of her teacher’s long dark nipples, the feeling of Suzanne’s mouth working its way down her body to finally engulf her throbbing cunt between her full red lips, her tongue wetly bathing and battering Judy’s small, hard clit into her first ever orgasm. Then she recalled the taste, aroma and the slick smoothness of Suzanne’s delectable pussy as she haltingly performed her first act of oral sex on her exotic French lover…

A slow shuddering climax rolled through Judy’s body as the hot passionate memory of her first sexual experience played through her mind. Her fingers plunged deep inside her dripping pussy in hard, wet thrusts as she felt the warm tremors and aftershocks of her orgasm slowly subside. She brought her fingers up to her lips and smelled the hot musky aroma of her arousal before licking them clean. With a groan, she rolled over onto her side in final release.

They had remained lovers over the next year, but their relationship ended when Suzanne took another teaching job several hundred miles away. Judy was bereft and deeply hurt, but managed somehow to put those feelings behind her. Suzanne had left behind yet another broken heart. She moved on to break many more as her young lovers aged beyond her desire for them.

Judy tried to cope with her grief by being `straight’ and denying her sexuality for the rest of her school life, which did not add to her happiness. Coming out to Tony had been a major relief — until now.

*****

Ronda was in a state of uncomfortable confusion. She was fully aware of her mother’s sexuality and had no problems with it. Judy’s two former lovers were good people and still friends with both Judy and Ronda. Her feelings about her own sexuality were less clear. She seemed to like boys and girls equally, which puzzled her. But what bothered her most was an awkward, surprisingly strong attraction to her own mother.

Lately, Mom wasn’t helping the situation. She would appear in the mornings clad only in a short terrycloth robe that showed off her long elegant legs and deep cleavage, making Ronda dizzy with desire. Judy’s touches would linger or her hands would sensuously stroke Ronda’s hair when she spoke to her about something personal. It was driving the poor teen crazy.

Ronda’s sexual experiences to date had consisted of kissing and a bit of petting with her best friend Cheryl when they were younger, and playing `doctor’ with a neighbor boy when much younger still. In neither case did she have an orgasm, and she didn’t really know what one was. But for all of her naivete, she had always been aware of a strong sexual need inside her. She just didn’t know exactly how to satisfy those desires, but Ronda did know who she wanted to satisfy them. It was her sexy, beautiful mother. These feelings left the girl understandably tentative and uncertain.

Unlike Judy, however, Ronda was more used to taking charge. She had her father’s strong will and determination, and preferred to take the initiative in life. She knew her mother was more passive and would never dream of instigating any sexual contact between them on her own. At the same time, Ronda could see what she thought were clear signals from Judy that suggested an intense sexual interest, but she shuddered to think of the consequences if she was wrong. She decided to be bolder around her mother and to see how far things went.

Ronda started by dressing more provocatively than her mother around the house. Wearing only a long white t-shirt, she would wander in to breakfast, sure that Judy could see her nipples through the thin cotton of her top. The hem just covered her backside and allowed Judy to see Ronda’s long slim legs in full detail. She even tried `flashing’ her mother by crossing her legs and allowing her a brief looks at her bare pussy.

Ronda caught Judy looking at her a few times and noted the blush that came to her mother’s cheeks after catching sight of her scantily-clad daughter. She was pleased by the response but wished she could do more to tantalize her.

The girl had always admired the way her mother looked, and was envious. At 32, Judy was in the prime of her life and it showed. Her figure was that of a younger woman. Her long blonde hair was always well kept and attractive, and Judy’s minimal use of makeup enhanced her natural good looks superbly. Her wardrobe was always classically stylish rather than fashionable, and showed off her figure to its best advantage. Her mom never looked less than her best, thought Ronda. Even in a terrycloth robe she was stunning.

Ronda decided to be a little more pro-active.

Continue on to Part Two

Sharon and the Blizzard

  • Posted on September 6, 2017 at 10:02 am

By Single Mom

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2007 }

My name is Virginia Henny, and I teach sixth grade in a small farm community in northwestern New York State. Sharon McKay was one of my students. I should tell you that I am twenty-eight, divorced with no kids, and was not dating at the moment, so I had no one to rush home to. Not that I couldn’t date, but because I didn’t want to. I was considered pretty, even beautiful by some, but I simply was not ready for a relationship.

Sharon McCay was tall for her age. (Eleven years old and almost 5 feet tall) She had long blonde hair, jade green eyes, and a cherub’s face with a bee-stung lower lip. Unlike most eleven-year-olds who were straight from the waist down, she had a narrow waist, flaring hips,and long tapered legs that rose up to meet a magnificent ass.

It was after school on a snowy December afternoon and I was sitting at my desk grading test when Sharon came into the classroom in tears. It seems that she had been in the girl’s lavatory and missed the school bus home. I made several attempts to call her mother, but to no avail, so I had her take a seat in the classroom until I had finished grading test, and then if her mother hadn’t returned the message that I left on her answering machine, I would drive her home.

I had no idea that it was snowing as hard as it was, or I would have left sooner and finished grading the test at home. As it was, when we arrived in the school parking lot to leave, my big Chevrolet Suburban SUV was in snow up to the running board. I had Sharon climb in the front seat while I started the engine so as to get some heat and turn the defrosters on while I swept and scraped snow from the windows.

After I got the car windows cleaned off, I climbed in the car to find her sitting in the center seat, not the right hand passenger seat. I thought that was odd, but I didn’t say anything because my immediate concern was getting us out of the parking lot and on the road.

In any case, I managed to get out of the parking lot and onto the crowned black top road in front of the school, which was plowed, but still slippery with a thin coat of snow and ice on it. fortunately, my Suburban is big and heavy, and I was able to proceed without a problem. Until I reached state road 15. The school district did a far better job of maintaining its parking lots and roads than did the city or state.

I made a right turn onto State Road 15, and knew right off that I was going to have a problem. The suburban fishtailed coming out of the turn, and Sharon almost jumped into my lap. She grabbed my thigh with both hands for support and hung on for dear life. I tried to comfort her by putting my right hand on her left thigh just below the hem of her skirt. “It’s okay, baby,” I said, gently patting her thigh. She didn’t startle or pull away when I put my hand on her thigh, so I left it there for longer than I should have, I think.

I hadn’t driven much more than about five miles when the sky opened up and it began snowing so heavily that my visibility was down to practically zero. The only good part was that there was no traffic on the road, so that I could straddle the center crown and not worry too much about where the side of the road ended. I had traveled this road enough to know that the apron was wide and covered with gravel, so I would know if I was drifting off of the blacktop.

Sharon was hanging onto my right leg for dear life, and I was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were white. We traveled about another five miles when I decided that I would pull off on the apron and wait for the county to send out the snowplows. Living in northwestern New York, I knew enough to keep a blanket, a pillow, a flashlight, and some road flares in the compartment in the back of the SUV. (I didn’t carry a jack since the SUV was far too large for me to even attempt to change a tire, so I had long ago replaced it with road service and a cell phone.)

The suburban holds about 40 gallons of gas and was near full, so I knew that between the blanket and running the heater occasionally, we wouldn’t freeze to death.

Sharon and I both climbed over the seats and into the back of the SUV. Once back there, I folded the second row of seats down, giving us even more room in the back. Although I’m not sure why I thought we would need more room, there was already enough space for me to stretch out full length, if it came to that. (I never thought that we would have to spend the entire night in the SUV, but figured that the worsening storm just might change all of that.)

As I removed the emergency supplies from the jack compartment, I realized that I had left my cell phone on my desk at school, so I wouldn’t be receiving any phone calls from Sharon’s mother, or anyone else. The car hadn’t yet began to cool off, so we spread the blanket out over our waist, legs, and feet and sat with our backs resting against the back of the front seat. I desperately wanted a cigarette, but thought it best not to smoke in the closed car, and I wasn’t about to open any windows because the wind was blowing in strong, loud gusts, and the snow was swirling around. I realized then that this was no ordinary snow storm, but an old fashioned Northeast blizzard. Sharon seemed a little apprehensive over our situation, so I thought that if we talked a little, it would take her mind off of the storm, so I asked about her family.

She told me that it was just her and her mom, that she had no father or siblings. She told me that she didn’t have a real aunt, but that her mother did have a “friend,” that she called “Aunt Joyce.” who came around a lot.

“Aunt Joyce?” Was her mother gay? I didn’t want to touch that one, and fortunately I didn’t have to because she began asking me questions.

I told her that I was alone also, and that I had no children, but that I did have a real sister who sometimes visited me.

“You don’t got a boyfriend?” she asked.

I shook my head, “Not at the present time,” I told her, “but maybe some day when I feel better about men.”

“So you could get a girlfriend,” Sharon suggested, leaving little doubt in my mind that Aunt Joyce was indeed a girlfriend.

Not wanting to disparage lesbians to the daughter of one, I simply said, “If I ever meet one that I liked, I might do that.”

“Well, don’t you ever get horny?” she asked.

When I finally recovered from the shock, I asked, “What do you mean by horny?” Not quite sure that we were talking about the same thing.

“You know. Like when you get all wet down there and stuff.”

I couldn’t believe that an eleven-year-old was talking about ‘getting wet down there.’ Was I so old that I couldn’t remember being eleven? How old was I when I started getting wet down there? Did eleven-year-olds get wet down there? I imagined so, since I remember masturbating long before I was eleven.

Sharon was obviously waiting for an answer, and I wasn’t sure how to answer. The obvious thing to do was to tell her that we shouldn’t be talking about these things, and changed the subject. “Are you cold?” I asked her.

She slid down from the back of the front seat and onto the floor of the SUV, then pulled the blanket up to her chin. “Uh-huh,” she said, then turned on her right side and pressed up against my left thigh. When she slid down, her short skirt had ridden up, and I could feel wet panties pressed against my left leg. I was being vamped by an eleven-year-old, and didn’t know what to do about it. I couldn’t believe that I was letting this continue, but I was powerless to stop it. “We really shouldn’t run the car too much, because we have to be careful of carbon monoxide leaking into the car,” I said, not wanting this to stop while I got up.

“So couldn’t we both just get under the blanket and keep warm that way?” she asked.

I didn’t answer, but simply slid down to the floor of the car and pulled the blanket up to my chin. I felt my own skirt ride up to the top of my thighs with a little help from myself I’m sure. Sharon threw her left arm over my waist and I could feel her pubic mound pressed against my naked leg, accompanied by a wetness being left by her panties as as she slowly, almost imperceptibly moved against my thigh.

“Honey?” I moaned in a mild protest.

“Huh?” she grunted.

“You really should lie still,” I said in a near whisper.

“How come? I won’t tell nobody, I promise.”

Well at least it was an admission of what she was doing, and not a flat out denial or pretense of innocent touching. The “I won’t tell.” was consent if she were old enough to consent, and the “How come.” was a child like statement of innocence. I only wished that I could be as honest with myself and my own feelings as she was being, but no adult wants to admit that she is being vamped by a mere child.

I could hear the storm blowing so hard that even the big suburban was rocking a little. I knew then that we would be spending the night here. I felt somewhat secure knowing that we had a full tank of gas and a warm blanket, and I wanted to convince Sharon of that. I reminded her that we had plenty of gas for heat, and a warm blanket, and that we were as snug as a bug in a rug. Her response was to hold me tighter and to snuggle up against me.

The question was, could I resist her obvious flirting all night long? We were both lying with our heads on the one pillow that I had in the car, and when I turned to face her, our faces were a mere inch apart. As I stared into that cherubic face, I couldn’t resist kissing her on her lips, but as an adult would kiss a child, as a mother would kiss her daughter.

She had obviously participated in, or witnessed a great deal of open mouth kissing, because before I knew what was happening, we were kissing as two lovers would kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth and I was fumbling under the blanket, trying to remove her panties. She soon became frustrated with my fumbling, broke off the kiss and brazenly tugged her own panties down and off. I wanted desperately to pull off the blanket and look at her naked body, so I leaned over the front seat, started the car and turned both front and rear heaters on full blast. When I got back under the blanket, she was totally naked.

So what now? She’s naked, and she’s waiting for me to get naked, I’m sure, but . . .  she was an eleven-year-old child. I was being led around by an eleven-year-old, a student. That would hardly go over big in court. “Your honor, she seduced me.” When the judge got done laughing, he would sentence me to twenty years in jail.

Finally, she tired of waiting for me to do something, so she ducked under the blanket, tucked her fingers under the waistband of my panties and tugged them down my legs and off of my feet. I didn’t resist or protest, but simply lay there as if frozen in place, not sure that I believed what was happening. She then climbed on top of me, pushed my skirt up over my waist, positioned herself for maximum contact of our clits, and began to thrust her hips, grinding our clits together, moaning and breathing heavily.

Suddenly, it was a case of the student teaching the teacher, and I was a willing student. She began slowly rubbing her clit against mine, staring down at me with a lost look on her face. She was right here fucking me, but with a faraway look in her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe what was happening, as I couldn’t. Slowly, her pace increased in both strength and frequency. Her eyes went wide, her jaw hung slack and a look of wild passion distorted her face. And mine.

I increased my own pace, thrusting and rubbing, catching her rhythm, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling her pussy hard against mine as we ground together. Writhing like two warm snakes with limbs entwined, both moaning, both making the sounds of a cat with it’s motor running. I was an adult, and she was just a child, but under the covers, everyone is eighteen.

Suddenly, she stopped her snake-like writhing on my pussy, sat up, leaned forward and began to unbutton my blouse, the tip of her tongue protruding from between her lips in total concentration. I lay there, staring up at her in total submission.

When she had opened the last button, she told me, “Sit up.” I obeyed, wanting her to see my breasts, to fondle them, to suck on my hard nipples. She pushed my blouse down over my shoulders and arms, then told me to lean forward, which I did so that she could reach behind me and unsnap and remove my bra, expertly, using only one hand. I could tell that she took great pleasure in baring my breasts as she cupped them, fondled them, and kissed my stiff nipples. Once again, there was no doubt in my mind that she had been here and done this before.

After she removed my skirt and we were both totally naked, she knee-walked back up to my pubic mound and slowly, in a tempting, seductive manner, raised her hands behind her head, laced her fingers, and lowered herself to straddle my pussy, where she began to thrust and grind like a pole dancer in a strip bar, staring down wide eyed into my contorted face to check my reaction.

As I peered down between my breasts, I could see her outer labia come open and her clitoris protrude from its hood, rubbing against me with each thrust of her hips. I felt powerless to do anything but lay there and let her do to me as she wished.

Suddenly, I wanted more. I wanted to drink from her wet pussy, lick her and suck her, and tongue-fuck her tight asshole.

I grabbed her hips and tugged her up to my face. She turned to face my feet and lowered her pussy to my waiting mouth, lips, and tongue.

She was on hands and knees, straddling me, her head between my legs, her tongue working on my own pussy. She soon began to shake and tremble, and I could taste her cum as it ran out of her and into my mouth. As I drank from her, I rewarded her with a mouth full of my own cum, which she swallowed eagerly.

Before finally falling asleep, I asked her who taught her to do all of that, and if it had been her mother? She shook her head no, and said it was her Aunt Joyce, whose place she stayed at after school until her mother got home from work and picked her up.

We were awakened at daylight by the sound of snowplows on the road. A knock came on the car window, and we hurriedly got dressed, putting our underthings in the jack well to save time. I rolled down the window and saw several men shoveling the SUV out. A man asked if we were okay, and with faces covered in dried cum, we assured him that we were.

When we arrived at Sharon’s house, we were greeted by a beautiful woman who was a grownup version of Sharon. She had called the school and was told that Sharon had missed the school bus and was being driven home by her teacher. Judy, Sharon’s mother, had spent the night on the phone with the police and pacing the floor. She gave me a big hug and thanked me for taking care of her daughter, and invited me to come for dinner and cocktails some evening. Which I accepted.

The End

Amber, Chapter 9

  • Posted on August 30, 2017 at 8:56 am

By Tater Tot

Tuesday night came and Amber was really wound up. I was afraid she was going to jump me the way she was staring at my ass, although it sure made me feel good about my body. Nothing like having a teenager lusting after you to perk up the old ego.

She was in bed waiting when I came out of the bathroom, getting a giggle from me and a blush from her.

“God, Mom,” she said, “come on!”

She was fairly panting, her hands twitching restlessly as I slid in behind her. I pulled her close and pushed my pussy against her ass, getting a soft sigh from her. Putting my arms around her and snuggling close, I said, “What should it be tonight?”

“Can you… would you… you know, you and… well,” she mumbled.

That got a chuckle from me, and I said, “You mean Jess?”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

Putting a hand on her tummy, I rubbed it softly as I said, “Okay, I’ll tell you about the last time she stayed here.”

The poor girl was panting hard as I said, “Well, she’d been copping feels all night. Pretty much every time you weren’t in the room she had a hand on my ass or on my breasts. When you went up to bed, we were still watching TV. She waited to hear your door shut and then she pretty much attacked me.”

Amber had her eyes closed and let out a long moan at that.

Grinning, I continued, “She knelt in front of me and flipped my t-shirt up and started licking my panties. She wrapped her arms around my legs and lifted me up a little, so excited she was nibbling and biting me. She was so turned on it made me extremely horny, and it was only a couple of minutes before I came in my panties, muffling a scream in a pillow.” My bottom hand cupped Amber’s breast while the top slid down between her very wet lips.

Amber was grunting softly, her body clenched tight as she held back an orgasm. Kissing her cheek, I said, “I was still panting when she pulled me up and dragged me to the bedroom. Now you have to understand that Jess likes me to take charge most of the time, so when we got to the bedroom I pushed her face down on the end of the bed and snatched her panties off. Her ass was on the edge, fully exposed, when I knelt down and started tongue-fucking her asshole.”

Poor Amber came with a harsh scream, crying ‘No!’ in a piercing voice as her body spasmed and her hands grabbed the sheets.

When it continued, I was really surprised, her body relaxing, then arching back up again as her pussy squirted cum like a man, quick jets of it against my fingers. She was making deep grunting noises as she slowly calmed down, her pussy spasming against my hands for a couple more seconds. When her ass touched the sheets, she started sobbing, but it only lasted another few seconds before she fell asleep.

I was staring down at her, dumbfounded at how intense that had been. God, to be able to do that. Sighing, I slid down and began licking her clean as I fingered myself to an intense orgasm, picturing her going wild in my ass on Friday.

When she woke up, we were facing each other, and I watched her sleepy eyes realize where she was. The disappointment came quickly as she said, “Oh man, I never heard how it ends.”

I pulled her to me as I giggled uncontrollably, holding tight as she eventually started giggling with me. I gave her a quick kiss as I slid back and said, “Sorry, kiddo, but I would seriously pay big money to come like that.”

She looked interested at that and said, “Really? I was trying so hard not to.”

I shook my head and said, “God, baby, what you did last night would be the envy of every woman I’ve ever known.”

That got a gleam in her eye as she said, “Cool. But I would still like to make it all the way through once.”

Laughing again, I gave her a kiss and slid out of bed to start the day.

*****

When Thursday came around, Amber came home and did school work until dinner, then started to get twitchy. It made me wonder what she did on the nights between, did she lie in bed and masturbate all night?

She actually waited for me to get in bed before coming in, but then threw her clothes off prior to sliding in with me.

We snuggled close as I asked what it would be tonight.

“I wanna know what happened next with you and Jess,” she said quickly.

I chuckled and thought for a moment, then said, “Would you like to have me use my finger on your ass while I tell you?”

She groaned softly and said, “Uh… yes.”

Rolling over, I reached in the drawer of a bedside table and pulled out a small tube of lube before rolling back to her. I adjusted her so she was facing me, sort of lying face down on my body so my hands were stroking her sweet little ass cheeks.

I put a bit of lube on my finger before starting, then said, “Jess was bent over the end of the bed, her ass sticking out as I held her down. She’s so small that her knees didn’t hit the floor, just sort of draped over the end. Her tiny little ass was sticking up, begging to get fucked.”

There was a long, breathy moan from Amber as I paused. Then I said, “I knelt behind my sister, leaned forward, and stuck my tongue in her ass.”

My finger touched Amber’s asshole and started a gentle push. Amber grunted when the tip slipped in.

“I tongue-fucked her for a minute. Then I told her, ‘Lay there like a good little girl while mommy gets ready to fuck your little ass.’ While she laid there on the bed and moaned, I put on my strap-on dildo and got the lube.”

My finger was sliding past the first knuckle as Amber buried her face in my neck, grunting continuously. Her hips were grinding her pussy into my thigh as I spoke.

“When I came back, I said to Jess, ‘What does my little girl want me to do?’ She said, ‘Fuck me, mommy, fuck me hard.’ I knelt down and pushed my lubed finger hard into her asshole, making her bury her face in the sheets so her yells of pain and pleasure wouldn’t wake you up.”

My finger was past the second knuckle when I started thrusting into Amber, her tiny little ass making it so tight and hot. Her hands were holding my shoulders as she ground her pussy hard into my thigh and made continuous ‘no’ sounds.

“I added a second finger in Jess’s ass, making her moan in excitement, getting louder as I started thrusting my fingers hard into her ass, fucking her with my hand.”

I began making quicker, harder thrusts with my finger into Amber’s ass, making her sob loudly as she rode my thigh, fucking me now. Her excitement was incredible as I felt her juices smear my leg and she made louder and louder moans into my neck.

“When Jess was nice and open, I took my fingers out and grabbed her hip and her hair, pulling her head back, and I said, ‘Mommy’s going to rape her little girl’s tight little asshole,’ then I shoved the cock in deep.”

My finger was pushed all the way in when Amber let go. Her hips ground into me hard and her body bucked wildly as her head arched back with an extremely loud scream. I actually worried a neighbor might hear and I flinched a little since she was so close to my ear.

Her pussy sprayed my thigh as she pushed against me, making the oddest sensation as it squeezed between us. She was frozen in that pose, her pussy spasming and squirting, so I pulled my finger out a bit then shoved it in again. She convulsed at that, her head pushing hard into my neck as she groaned through clenched teeth and her ass clenched around my finger.

She made a continuous series of ‘uh-uh’ sounds on my neck until she finally relaxed against me, totally out of it. I pulled my finger out and stroked her ass for a while, kissing her shoulder lightly as she sprawled across me. I eventually slid her down beside me. Amber was as limp as a rag doll. I looked down at the juices coating my leg. I definitely needed to be giving her more fluids.

I spent a little while molesting her while she slept, sucking her tits, licking her pussy, and playing with myself. I came hard while licking the juices off her body.

*****

I woke up first and watched my girl sleep for a while. It was Friday, her birthday, big things happening today.

I got up and had a good shower while she slept, cleaning really well inside and out. I woke her up when I was done and told her she was running late. I giggled a little as she stumbled dazedly to her bedroom to take a shower. Then I got dressed.

I was in the kitchen when she finally got ready. I had heard her running around upstairs, then the sound of her scrounging up her book bag. I made sure to be posed when she came in.

Amber stopped in the door when she saw me, her eyes getting big. She dropped her book bag and said, “What… I mean…”

I was standing by the counter, white knee high socks on, lacy white boy cut panties, and a half t-shirt that showed the bottom of my breasts.

“Happy birthday, baby,” I whispered.

“Oh god,” she mumbled, “oh god, Mom, that’s not fair. I have to go to school. Oh god.”

“I think you should stay home today,” I told her softly. “In fact, I think you should take your sweet mom to the bedroom and shove a cock deep in her ass.”

She grunted like I had punched her in the stomach.

Amber’s eyes were wide with shock as she stared at me, then tears welled in her eyes as she stumbled over to me, dropping to her knees in front of me. Her hands were shaking as she wrapped them around me, grabbing my ass cheeks and shoving her face in my crotch.

She was sobbing as she rubbed her face in me, mumbling words I could only half make out, “Yes… mine… Mom… oh god… oh god…”

Her hands started to get a little frantic on my ass so I reached down to pull her up. Her eyes were absolutely wild as I hugged her to me and whispered in her ear, “Shh, baby, calm down. I’m yours all day today and tomorrow. Shh, it’s all right.”

Her shaking slowed down a little, so I said “Let’s go to the bedroom, okay?”

She nodded a little jerkily, then took my hand to lead me to the bedroom.

I stopped her at the foot of the bed, then lay down on it, displaying myself to her. She stood above me in her school uniform, staring at me with hot eyes, looking from my breasts to my pussy.

“Take your clothes off, baby,” I said.

When she began doing it too quickly, I said, “Slowly…”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again to start slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She watched my eyes as she pulled it back and let it drop, exposing her small breasts and no bra.

“Play with your breasts, Amber,” I whispered.

Her breath caught for a second, then she reached up with both hands and palmed her small breasts. They were too small to cup, but had large aureola and her nipples stood out.

“Pinch your nipples,” I said seductively.

She tilted her head back and her eyes half closed as she took both nipples in her fingers and pulled outward a little on them. She groaned a little as she watched me through her half-closed eyes.

“Slide one hand down and slip it under your skirt,” I said, then watched as her right hand moved down her stomach and slipped slowly under the waistband of her skirt.

“Good baby, that’s good,” I said softly. “Now run a finger through your pussy. Get it nice and wet.”

Her eyes closed for a second, then I could see her arm move down and up a couple of times.

“Take it out and suck your pussy juice off your finger,” I said.

She moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her knees bending a little as her hand came out, finger glistening. Her finger slipped between her lips and she moaned really loudly, her hips thrusting a little forward.

I watched her for a second, then said, “Take your skirt off.”

When she opened her eyes and moved her hands down, I let mine slide down and let my finger start tracing along my own pussy lips.

Amber was staring again as her hands unsnapped the skirt and let it drop. Her white panties had a large wet spot in the front and her hand slipped down to rub them the same way I was. I don’t think she was even aware she was doing it.

Sliding to the end of the bed, I moved off to kneel in front of her, looking up at her face. She was breathing frantically, her hands shaking and fluttering beside her as I placed my hands on her ass and leaned my face closer. Our eyes were locked as I stopped an inch from her panty-covered pussy lips. “What do you want?”

Her hips were twitching toward me as she grunted out, “Tongue… uh, now, Mom.”

Maintaining eye contact I leaned in and pushed my tongue hard against her wet panties. She threw her head back and grabbed me, grinding my face in her pussy as she gushed into her panties. She was making a long series of grunting sounds as she did it, then just sort of melted to the floor. Her body lay back with her legs bent under her, displaying her completely.

I reached up and slid her panties off, then lay face down and wrapped my hands around her thighs before starting to lick her outer lips. She grunted in a relaxed way as I started. I took my time and enjoyed myself, sucking her tight outer lips for a while, tugging with my lips and bathing them with my tongue.

Eventually I moved inward, licking and probing her inner lips with my tongue, amazed at how wet she was. She was oozing cum as she moaned above me, keeping my tongue busy lapping it up. I had been at it about five minutes when she started winding up again, her hand resting on my head.

I slid a finger forward and gently pushed in, not deep, just planning to stop when I hit her hymen. I didn’t, it was gone. I almost panicked, but got it together and kept enjoying her, figuring it was too late to worry about now. Sort of shrugging to myself, I let my finger move deeper, taking advantage of the opportunity. She was so tight I didn’t think someone had fucked her, so she’d probably done it herself accidentally. I let my finger slide in and out gently for a while, having to really control it since she was clamping down so hard. I had been holding her down with my other arm for a while as she thrashed and mumbled.

When my finger was moving a little more freely in her drenched channel, I started curling it upward slightly, trying to find her g-spot. As my finger searched, I let my tongue move through her pussy lips, probing for and finding her small, mostly hidden clit. It was serendipity that I hit her clit and g-spot at the same time.

Amber yelled and yanked my hair a little as she tried to arch up. Her body was incredibly tense as she tried to fight off the orgasm. I let my finger start stroking over her spot as I gently let my tongue press against her clit.

She twitched and made short screeching protests, yanked my hair a couple of more times as she strained to control it, but eventually let it overtake her. She wrapped her legs around my head and tried to force me up as her shoulders lifted her body and her head arched back. Her mouth was wide open but no sound came out as she began gushing cum across my face. She held that tense pose through three squirts, then drew a deep breath and screamed. Her hands were on the carpet now as she arched back again.

The scream made me jump slightly it sounded so animalistic, but I was distracted as she sprayed me down again. I was pretty sure she’d peed on me a little this time, but accepted it as what it was. I stayed with her, but took my finger and lips off her tender spots.

When she relaxed, I scooted up to pull her onto my lap as she started sobbing. I rocked her and kissed her cheek and lips until her eyes came back into focus.

“God,” she mumbled, “God, Mom, that was so good.”

I grinned a little at the drugged tone of voice, the sound reminding me of when I was recovering from an operation and the pain meds had given me a nice buzz.

As she came around a little more, I guided her up and left her standing there, and went to get the smaller dildo and oil. She was round-eyed when I came back and sat on the bed in front of her. I was grinning as I strapped the tool on my daughter.

Slipping the t-shirt off, and my panties down, I turned around and crawled slowly onto the bed, my head turned, giving her a come-hither look. I put two pillows under my hips, then spread myself out, ass in the air, arms and legs in an X shape.

Looking over my shoulder at her, I said, “Sodomize me.”

She got that glazed look to her eyes as she slowly climbed up behind me and knelt between my legs. I put my head down and relaxed as I felt her hand rub softly over my ass.

Soon she leaned down and kissed my ass cheeks gently, making a soft moaning noise as she held her lips there. Her mouth stayed on my butt for a time, kissing and licking my cheeks, before hesitantly slipping between them. She was skittish about tonguing my asshole, but eventually let it swirl around, getting a deep groan from me.

Amber was breathing very heavily, her breath blowing across my ass in hot waves. My pussy was dripping by now, the anticipation pushing me hard. When the oil dripped onto my ass I really moaned, then tightened up as her finger began running up and down, spreading the oil. She eventually stopped over my asshole and began slowly probing.

When her finger slipped in she gasped and muttered, “Oh god… uhh… ooh,” in a wispy breath. Her hand stayed there for a moment, then began pulling out and pushing back in. I was grunting as she finger-fucked my ass, and she was groaning loudly in excitement.

“Two,” I said.

Her mouth came down and bit gently on my ass cheek as the second finger went in, staying there with her mouth on me as her fingers resumed fucking me.

“Fuck me, baby,” I grunted softly. Through my moans, I quietly instructed, “Rub oil on the cock, then put it against my asshole. Let me push back onto it.”

Amber gave a soft sobbing sound as she crawled over me, then stopped as I felt the cock touch my butt cheeks. She slowly guided it to my asshole, shaking and sobbing as she said, “N-now, Mom.”

When I pushed up enough for the head to slip in, her hand came down so she was propped above me in a push-up position. I began pushing steadily upwards, the smaller dildo making this much easier. I had planned to use the regular one, but was afraid she would get so excited it might hurt me.

Her hips touched mine as I fisted the sheets and said, “Fuck me, baby, rape my ass.”

She made a deep growling noise and started pulling out just a bit and pushing back in, gradually getting a feel for it.

“That’s it, sodomize your mother. Fuck me hard. Shove that cock in my ass,” I grunted into the sheets where I had my face buried.

Her hair was swishing over my back making me think she was looking down at us as she panted and moaned above me. The cock would push in, forcing my ass open, driving deep inside me until her pussy hit my ass. I could feel her cunt dripping on me as she fucked me. I was so freaking excited I could hardly breathe, the thought of Amber above me, sodomizing me on my bed forcing tears from my eyes as I mumbled and yelled below her.

I came hard, driving my knees in and hunching my back to force my face into the mattress. I let out a muffled scream and pushed my hips hard into the mattress. Amber froze above me, not making a sound, and it wasn’t until I felt her juices running down my ass that I realized she was coming above me. She just locked up and froze with the cock in my ass as I slowly relaxed below her.

She eased down on top of me, still buried deep in my ass as she licked my shoulders for a while. I was surprised when her hips began making shallow thrusts, and even more surprised when she pushed up on her hands again and began driving into me. Her loud grunts and growls were in time with her hips slapping my ass. Her juices had run into my asshole and were making loud squelching noises as the cock plundered my ass.

Amber soon was making short screaming noises, yelling words that I couldn’t understand. I lay there, trying to adjust to the aggressive pounding she was giving me, then shocked myself by coming with a scream. It was different when she came this time, dropping on top of me, clutching her hands to my shoulders as she sort of humped my ass and her head rested against my neck. It went on for quite a while as she flooded my ass with her fluids.

She eventually relaxed and just lay there, until I realized she was out like a light. Groaning a little, I managed to roll her to the side, wincing when the cock pulled free. My ass was pretty tender, though that was to be expected. I had told her to rape my ass, so I couldn’t complain when she did.

Hell of a start to the day.

I took the strap-on off her, then staggered into the bathroom, my ass sore from the pounding. After cleaning up, I went back to the bedroom.

Amber was sprawled out where I had left her, mouth partly open, arms and legs splayed out, her whole lower body glistening with fluids.

When I sat down on the bed, her eyes blinked open. I pulled her into a hug, then patted her butt.

“Well, honey,” I told my daughter, “that was probably the most incredible sex I’ve ever had.”

She looked up, blushing, but with a proud look in her eye as she said, “Really?”

I nodded and said, “Uh-huh. I take it you liked it too?”

Amber said, “Oh my God, yes. It was… it was… God, I don’t know.”

THE END


Dear Readers: This ending no doubt seems a bit abrupt, and indeed, it isn’t actually where Tater Tot chose to conclude the story. What happens is that the narrative perspective suddenly shifts, without any warning or explanation, from the mother to the daughter. Needless to say, this decision by the author is somewhat befuddling. After talking it over, however, we decided to continue with the story (our edited version), but publish it as “Amber II“.