My mom is a Jane Mansfield look-alike, and I look like her, only my hair
is much lighter and I am a foot shorter. She also has that look of a woman, born
with class and elegance. She would look natural on a billionaire's arm, and she
did, in fact, marry local wealth. We are very close, closer now than ever. After
the divorce, when I was twelve, we became more like best friends. I am fifteen,
now, and that friendship has grown beyond the norm. Our story is bizarre. Mom
didn't date after she and Dad split up. She was down on men. I tried to get her
to go out, but she said she would rather spend time at home with me. When I
turned fifteen, I began to feel smothered by her. I needed space. I had just
gotten a boyfriend, though Mom wouldn't let me go on a date with him. In that
way, she was still a mother, overly so. I knew about sex and its consequences. I
was in no hurry to experiment, but wanted more than a kiss. Mom and I talked
openly about sex and boys. She even told me about masturbation and admitted she
did it sometimes to ease the tension. We both got embarrassed whenever the
conversation drifted to very personal stuff and sexual matters in particular.
Mom was not a social person. She only had one friend, Susan, a petite, sexy,
blond divorcee with two boys a few years younger than me. Susan works in the
office at my high school, so I see her at school as well as home. Susan is
nothing like Mom. She was very liberal, adventuresome, brash, sometimes flighty.
She rarely dated, though. When she went out, it was to get laid, and that was
it. She changed radically after a few dates with a guy named Red Baker, a used
car salesman. She turned into a vivacious, outrageous, swinging slut, but we
still liked her. Her behaviour at school changed as well, but I think that had
more to do with our new principal, Hal Peterson. Susan was forever trying to get
Mom to attend the wild parties she went to. Mr. Peterson attended many of those
parties, and it was he who introduced Susan to Red at the first one she
attended. Mom is beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous my boyfriend says. Men are always
ogling her. She dresses down to hide her trim yet voluptuous figure and rarely
wears anything but pants and baggy sweaters. I was on Susan's side, but I didn't
want Mom in the bars trying to get picked up. She needed to mix and mingle, but
not in bars, and not with Susan. Also, I wanted her to go out once in a while so
that Brad, my boyfriend, could come over and not have Mom hovering over us.
Besides, I was proud of my beautiful, sexy mom and thought she should flaunt her
beauty. At fifteen, I was fast on my way to getting my mother's figure as well.
My breasts were full 34 C's' and still growing. My legs turned heads, and my ass
drew leers which really bothered Mom. She hated seeing me turning into a woman.
I loved it. We talked about the changes we saw Susan go through. At first, Susan
seemed resistant to a second date with Red. The first date, though dynamite in
her opinion, was too much, she said. Red frightened her with his wild ideas and
take-charge approach. He treated her like a two-bit whore, never like a lady, a
fact that really pissed Mom off. Susan kept seeing him and began making excuses
for Red's behaviour. She said she liked being with a real man and loved wearing
the clothes he made her wear. That was hard to believe. Her clothes would put a
hooker to shame. She wore those same outfits to school, since the dress code
applied only to students and only Hal could say anything. He didn't care what
the ladies wore. To top it off, Red forbade her to wear underwear--bra or
panties. Susan got a real bad reputation at school. Everyone talked about her. I
never told Mom. It was shortly after Red and Susan were going out steadily. I
was in the kitchen fixing an after-school snack when I heard Mom challenge Susan
with, "My God, Susan! You just came from the school, and you aren't wearing
panties? Is that Red's doing, too?" Susan shot back, "Christ, Bonnie, you're as
bad as those fucking kids. What are you doing looking up my skirt? Are you
turning queer on me?" "I was not looking up your skirt. I could not help
noticing. Honestly, Susan, that skirt is so short, there's no need to look up
it. It's all out there in plain sight when you sit." Susan stood abruptly and
said, "What I do or wear is my business. If you don't like it, I'll stop coming
by." She stopped at the door and added, "You know, Bonnie, you need to get laid,
and badly. You've been fucking those plastic dongs too long. If you tried a real
man, you wouldn't be so quick to judge others." She stormed out, slamming the
door, leaving Mom with a blank stare on her shocked, hurt face. I came over to
console her. I said, "Mom, don't worry. She'll be back. You know how excitable
she's been lately. It's that Red guy." "I know, Judy. I've seen it before--the
golden phallus." "The golden what?" "Oh, nothing. Let's just say, some women go
berserk over some men. Actually, over some men's' penises. The golden phallus.
That's what happened to Susan. I understand. I've seen it before. The bad part
is, golden pricks are only found on big pricks. Red is the biggest, so his is
undoubtedly twenty-four carat. She certainly has it bad, and he's going to ruin
her reputation. He'll probably get her fired before he dumps her." "Mom, Susan
is right about one thing; you should go out." Mom sat up sharply and shot back,
"I don't need that from you, Judy. I am still your mother, and I will not be
addressed that way by a fifteen-year-old." "Addressed what way?" "I caught that
inference. Don't play dumb, Judy. If I prefer an artificial penis to the real
ones, that's my business and no one else's. Were you snooping around in my room?
Did you tell Susan about my dildoes? If you want one, I'll get you one, but
don't be messing with my personal things! And don't be telling people about my
personal sex habits." Her words stole my breath. It never dawned on me that my
mother owned a dildoe--or dildoes. I couldn't even protest my innocence, because
she got up and stormed off, slamming her bedroom door. I stood there, stupefied.
Her words kept echoing in my mind: "...my dildoes...If you want one, I'll get
you one...snooping...golden phallus." I was dumbfounded. I thought, "She'd get
me one? I was a virgin. What would a virgin do with a dildoe? Did she think I
was not a virgin?" This unpleasantness passed, and a few months later, Susan
returned to her frequent daily visits. Nothing more was ever said about her
state of dress, though Susan seemed to go out of her way to invite a remark.
Those three months under Red's influence had a powerful effect on Susan. I liked
the new Susan; Mom accepted the new Susan. I noticed that Susan enjoys shocking
my mom. Mom shocks easily. Dad was her first lover, and he obviously wasn't very
creative in bed. Most of what I know about sex, I overheard from Susan's talks
with Mom. I figured Mom learned most of what she knows from Susan's talks, too.
Besides showing her beaver much more than accident could account for, Susan
sported a new tattoo of a rose on her left labia. After the tattoo healed, she
boldly showed it to us by hiking her skirt and parting her legs. Mom and I were
flabbergasted to say the least. It was not so much the tattoo as the way she
displayed the tattoo: sitting back in her chair with her legs as wide open as
they'd go. In addition, she'd taken to shaving her pussy--all of it! All we
could manage was open-mouthed stares. It was the most exciting, brash thing I'd
ever seen Susan or any female do. I loved looking at Susan's naked pussy, tattoo
or no tattoo. Mom seemed intrigued. She stared as openly as I did. We learned to
adjust to the new Susan. Mom grew even closer to her. She tolerated Susan's use
of the foulest language, even when I was in the room. Mom began spending more
time at Susan's house than Susan spent at ours. A few days after the tattoo
scene, Mom entered the house after running over to Susan's to borrow something.
She looked flushed and out of breath. I said, "Mom, what's the matter!" She
began pacing quickly, talking more to herself. She said, "I don't believe what I
just saw. I don't believe it! No! It can't be! Not Susan; not any mother. Having
sex right in front of her kids like an animal. And those boys. Not a stitch on
them. Kneeling within reach of her. Fisting their erections! Touching her.
Touching their mother while she...she...My God! Has Susan lost her mind?" "Mom!
What are you talking about?" "Oh, Judy! Don't you breathe a word of this to
anyone. Do you hear me? Not a soul, especially not Cindy Greyson." Cindy is my
best friend, though she's a year ahead of me in school. I was a sophomore; she
was a junior. Cindy is the most beautiful girl in the school, probably the whole
state. She wins every beauty contest she enters. The problem Mom had with Cindy
was that she was Estelle Greyson's daughter. Estelle Greyson owned the county.
She was a rich bitch. Everybody called her the Ice Queen. She and Mom were best
friends once, but they drifted apart. Mom still wants Estelle to think of her as
a debutante, pure and proper, which she was anyway. I knew why Mom was so upset.
It was because she feared that Estelle might find out that Mom's best friend was
an incestuous slut. Debutantes are known by the company they keep. Susan was an
incestuous slut, but Mom didn't want anyone, least of all Estelle Greyson, to
know. If she knew that Cindy knew everything I knew, she'd die. I said, "Mom,
what's going on?" "Our Susan has really gone off the deep end, Judy. The woman
is nuts, crazy. It's that pervert she's seeing, that Red guy. He put her up to
this. Jesus, her own kids! I'll bet Billy isn't twelve, and Stevie, I know, is
only thirteen. She could end up in jail, and I'd be forced to go to Estelle to
get her out. I'd die if it came to that. I swear, I would simply stop breathing
right after I saved that stupid slut." "Billy is twelve, Mom" "They didn't even
slow down when they saw me standing there. I think they actually enjoyed having
me watch. And those boys, showing off their erections to me as though they we
displaying sports trophies. The nerve of those kids. Pointing them right at me,
stroking them suggestively, all the while Susan is on her hands and knees,
grinning like the cat that ate the canary while that monster kept pumping and
pumping. Oh, God, it was obscene, so obscene." Mom was flushed and getting more
flushed just reliving the event. To me, she looked aroused. I found the news
stimulating and was wishing I'd gone to borrow the whatever. I said, "How long
did you watch them?" "Long enough. I didn't mean to, but they surprised me. I
was unprepared, stunned." Mom lapsed into a far off look. I said, "How long?"
"Ten, maybe twelve inches...oh, no...I mean...what did you say?" "How long were
you there?" Mom hurried past and into her bedroom, saying, "I am not about to
give you a blow by blow, Judy. Do the dishes. Clean your room. Do something, but
don't disturb me." She entered her room. I stared at the closed door. A moment
later, the door opened. Mom poked her head out and said, "Yes, if you must know,
I am going to masturbate. I will be using my dildoes. They better be right where
I left them. And, I better not see any look on your face when I come out. I am
an adult!" With that, she shut the door. I eased back to the living room and
plopped on the sofa. My mind, however, was in there with my mother. My
imagination ran wild, going from the scene probably still taking place at
Susan's and the one taking place in my mother's bedroom. My hand gradually
strayed into my panties. I was eager to titillate my freshly shaved vagina--a
shave inspired by Susan. Since we don't ever walk around in the nude, and we
respect each other's privacy, I felt safe shaving my pussy. Only Brad might find
out; but, so far, he hadn't tried. He couldn't with Mom always nearby. I could
not picture Mom getting screwed by Red, or any guy, but I could easily picture
Susan. Having seen her pussy numerous times made it easy, and I could imagine a
foot long cock. I had seen Red a few times, coming and going. He was nothing
special, kind of short with a receding hairline, slightly chubby. He looked and
dressed like a used car salesman, and he looked like a pervert. I could also
easily imagine the cocks on Stevie and Billy. Susan gave me my first baby
sitting job at age eleven. Stevie and Billy were nine and eight. I could not get
them to wear clothes when I sat for them, and showing off their little hard-ons
was their favorite pastime. In fact, jerking off was their favorite pastime. I
feigned anger and told on them, but Susan just said, "Boys will be boys." Mom
put a halt to my sitting when I told her about their constant masturbation.
Actually, I liked what they were doing. They gave me my first good look at
cocks, immature though they were. They'd even rubbed their cocks on me when I
tried to ignore them, sometimes rubbing the heads on my face, especially over my
lips. I wanted so badly to open my mouth, but the most I ever did was allow them
to press the heads between my lips, rubbing their hard dicks on my teeth and
gums while I pretended to watch TV or read. They also were relentless in trying
to feel me up. I loved the way they assaulted me, grabbing at my pussy. Since I
had no tits, my pussy was the main attraction. I wore dresses after that first
night. I knew to expect a hand up my skirt whenever I bent over or had my hands
full. I discovered many creative ways of placing myself at their mercy. Billy
was the best at getting inside my panties and fingering my horny cunt. Stevie
was more into looking. Their antics progressed over time. On my fourth visit,
they wrestled my panties from me. I only fought for appearances sake. They got
good at divesting me of my panties. I got good at helping them without appearing
too obvious. The first time I turned my back on them, I could count on hands
going up my dress from the rear, hooking my panties, and yanking them to my
ankles. This was my cue to stumble. That's when they'd take them from my
flailing legs and get an excellent, prolonged look at my pussy. Each boy would
take a leg and draw me into the splits while I laid helplessly on my back,
squealing and protesting. That's where I discovered the joy of forced exposure.
Most of my fantasies involve being forced to strip naked and spread my legs for
strangers. Once they tired of this, they'd release me and run with my panties.
There would be a few minutes of keep-away before I would resign myself to being
sans panties for the rest of the evening. Without panties, both boys easily got
what they wanted, when they wanted. I would fight with them, half-heartedly, for
the first hour, then feign surrender, allowing free access to my crotch while
acting the part of the poor maiden at their mercy. After a month, we settled
into a routine. Resistance was futile, even if I wanted to resist. Right after
Susan left, they'd strip. Once naked, they'd converge on me and casually remove
my panties. I offered no resistance, stepping free of the panties as Stevie took
them from my feet. Susan got wise to our games. She knew her boys and she saw
through me. She often found my panties, returning them to me on the sly with a
wink. Once, while saying goodbye at the door, giving her last minute
instructions, Billy came up from behind and yanked my panties down to my ankles.
I just stood there with a dumb look on my face. Susan was on the front porch,
looking from my panties to my face. She gave me a knowing smile as Billy
rummaged under my skirt and got his finger in my pussy. I simply stood stock
still, awed by his bold behavior and her casual acceptance of it. Susan's smile
gave me the courage to allow Billy to continue unhindered as she dragged out the
parting formalities, obviously enjoying my discomfort and embarrassment. Billy
rapidly and crudely jammed two fingers up my twat from the rear. Susan's eyes
lingered on the skirt being moved at my crotch. I felt weak in the knees and
almost panicked when Billy, emboldened by his mother's complacency, reached
around front with his free hand and began to gather my hem, lifting up. I stood,
frozen, as Stevie dropped to my feet. He grabbed my left ankle and applied
upward pressure, signaling his desire to relieve me of my panties. By this time,
my dress was moving over my mound and cool night air wafted between my swollen
lips and moist interior tissues. Susan kept talking, trying to keep me from
bolting. This knowledge gave me the strength to lift my left foot, then my
right, giving Stevie his prize. Stevie held my panties up towards his mother.
She smiled, took them, and stuffed them in her purse without pausing in her
lecture. While Stevie remained at my feet, staring into my crotch from inches
away, Billy had managed to get my dress up past my belly button. Susan watched
her son's fingers going rapidly in and out of my wet pussy. At this point, I was
close to a climax and could not have cared if the school band came marching up
the walk. Susan watched me cum, then came up and gave me a kiss on the lips,
saying, "Don't worry. This will be our little secret. You are the best sitter I
ever had. I don't want to lose you. You kids have fun." She left, smiling. When
Mom put an end to my sitting, Susan pleaded mightily. Her pleas had no effect.
Mom knew how bad Susan's boys were. They were always trying to look at her tits
when she wears a low-cut blouse, and three times she caught them peeking in our
windows. I caught them doing that dozens of times, but never told Mom. Since my
sitting days, they have carefully monitored my tittie development and watched my
blond bush grow. I masturbated for them, never letting on that I knew they were
there. They used to come over to our house with their mother, but that ended two
years ago. I have had little contact with them since then. Their visitation
privileges ended when Mom caught them under our dining table. They had carefully
folded open her robe. She was naked underneath. Mom had a fit. Yes, I could
easily imagine what Mom saw the boys doing to their mother while she was getting
screwed. The idea thrilled me as it obviously had her. I figured I had a good
hour before Mom would emerge. This wasn't the first time she disappeared into
her room in the middle of the day and locked the door. She did the same thing
after the robe incident with Susan's boys. Sometimes, she'd be at it for several
hours. After twenty minutes or so, I was really into pleasing myself. I had
reclined fully on the sofa, removed my panties, and had my legs out wide,
pounding away at my cunt, trying for a fourth orgasm. I was damned near there,
too, when I heard, "Excuse me," coming from the end of the sofa where my legs
were sprawled out over the padded armrest. I immediately jerked my legs
together, rolled onto my side, and tried to tug my skirt down. Mom stood leering
down on me. While I blushed twelve shades of red, she said, "If you don't want
an audience, you should do that in a private place." I was mortified. She went
on, "Judy, you shaved your vagina, didn't you? It's all right; I'm not angry; I
just want another look. Would you mind?" "Mom! Please! This is so embarrassing."
"I know, but I am your mother. We are both girls, after all. Come on,
sweetheart. The damage is already done. You have no secrets now. Come on, open
up. Let me see what you've done to yourself." "Mom, no!" "Judy! Open your legs,
this instant. I tried being nice; now I am telling you--spread your legs." She
was dead serious. I gulped, then rolled onto my back and slowly stretched out my
legs. Mom pushed my skirt back as I grimaced. For what seemed an eternity, she
stared without a word. Oddly, having her eyes on my most intimate anatomy gave
me a slowly building erotic rush. Before long, I welcomed her looks and relaxed,
looking into her face as she studied my shaved beaver. When she noticed me
looking, she said, "The shave looks very nice, Judy. Was it difficult? You did a
very good job." "It wasn't easy." She leaned in closer and said, "I'll bet, but
the skin looks very clean and smooth. How often do you shave your vagina?" "I
just started two days ago. I just shaved it again at noon." She advanced a hand
tentatively, halted, and said, "May I?" I nodded weakly. Her finger lightly
touched my right cunt lip and sent a jolt through me. I sucked in a quick breath
that made her smile. Her fingers traced over my denuded pussy, up one lip, down
the other, over the mons, and back around again. More fingers came into play.
They trailed through my very wet crack and dragged across my standing clitty.
Her finger pressure increased after my legs fell further apart. Her fingertips
dragged over my lips and clit, pushing aside the fleshy parts, spreading the
wetness in the process. This went on far longer than was necessary for an
inspection, but neither of us was in any hurry to end the twat inspection.
Finally, she said, "If you plan to continue this practice, perhaps I can help.
Would you like me to do that for you, dear? You wouldn't want a cut down there?"
I looked to see if she was serious, and said, "Would you, really?" "Of course,
sweetheart. That's what mothers are for." With that, she stood straight and
said, "Maybe one day, you can return the favor. I have debated doing that
myself, but I am not as limber as you are." This was terrific news to a girl who
often fantasized about her mother's pussy without ever having seen it. Trying
not to appear overly eager, I said, "I wouldn't mind." "Well, we'll see. You can
get up now, unless you want to continue what you were doing. It's all right by
me. I won't stare." I gingerly sat up, awed by what just happened. I was,
however, not ready to masturbate in front of her. I wanted to, but couldn't. Mom
returned to her bedroom. Our interlude had been an intermission. I went to my
bedroom and added a fourth, fifth, and sixth orgasm while reliving the episode
on the sofa and imagining Mom shaving my pussy and me shaving hers. She, too,
had been affected by the incident. At dinner that evening, she brought up the
subject after a long silence. She said, "Did Brad ask you to shave your vagina,
Judy?" I almost choked. "No! Brad would never! Mom, me and Brad haven't done
anything. We are never alone; How could we?" "I was just curious." There was
another pause, then she added, "Who are you doing it for, then?" "I did it for
me. I thought it would be nice." "It is nice. I'm not criticizing you. Just be
sure you don't tell Cindy Greyson. Does it feel different, better?" "Yes...Mom,
can we talk about something else. This is embarrassing." "It shouldn't be. You
better get over your embarrassment if I'm going to be shaving you. I thought you
got over being embarrassed on the sofa." "That was different." "I don't see why.
By the way, how often should we do this?" "I don't know." "I think daily, at
least, don't you? You don't want stubble down there." "I guess so." "Since you
shower before bed, perhaps right after your shower would be best. Or would you
like it before?" "After, I suppose." "All right, tonight, after you shower, just
put on your robe and come out to the dining table. I'll have everything ready."
"What, do it out here?" "Why not. It will be easier if you recline on the
table." "I don't know. It seems so nasty doing it out here, lying on the table,
where we eat." "Nonsense. You are just being silly. It wouldn't be nasty no
matter where we did it, so long as it is done in private and no one knows. The
table is best. We don't eat off the table; we use plates. We'll do it here."
That was that. Later, after my shower, I nervously entered the dining room in my
robe. Mom had a towel laid on the table before her, along with a bowl of water,
a razor, and soap. She patted the place in front of her and said, "Hop up here,
Judy." Mom aided me in getting up, then eased my shoulders back to the table.
She placed my feet out on the table top edges, then drew open my robe. She
pushed out on my knees and told me to relax and keep them out of the way. I was
fully exposed, tits and all. She visually examined me, then traced the crotch
area with her fingers, again admonishing me to relax. I tried, but my heart beat
wildly. Mom wet the soap bar and gently rubbed the bar over my pussy. This
instantly brought my pussy to life, and I began to thoroughly enjoy the
procedure. Next, she used her hand to whip up a good lather, driving me to the
brink of orgasm. She saw me grimacing, trying to hold back my climax, and said,
"If you feel like having a climax, let it come. It won't bother me any. It is a
perfectly natural reaction to having one's vagina manually stimulated. There is
nothing to be ashamed of, and it's almost unavoidable if I am to do this
properly. You must be squeaky clean or you'll develop a nasty rash. Susan told
me that. She should know." While saying this, her lathering concentrated mostly
on my clit. I became aware that she was actively trying to induce an orgasm.
This blew my mind. When she persisted, I eventually relaxed. My orgasm
immediately followed. I moaned and squirmed shamelessly against my Mom's rubbing
fingers, bringing a knowing smile to her face. After I returned to Earth, she
halted her rubbing and picked up the razor, saying, "There, that's better, isn't
it? That will help you relax. Don't you feel more at ease, now?" I looked at her
through glazed eyes. All I could do was nod. She pulled up a chair and began
methodically stroking the area with the razor, being very meticulous, her face
hovering just inches above the work. The shaving took over ten minutes.
Throughout this adventure, I languished in a dreamlike delirium while Mom's
fingers pulled and pried at my nether lips, and her warm breath cooled my red
hot inner membranes and clit. She treated my pussy like a toy for her amusement
and I could tell she didn't want to stop. I didn't want her to stop. She rinsed
and toweled me twice before pronouncing the job complete. I remained in place,
rising to my elbows to gaze on her work. She held a compact mirror for me. The
whole area looked pink, flushed, and swollen. My cunt was on fire with arousal.
My clit stood up tall and appeared to be throbbing. With my knees out fully, my
pink inner flesh showed like a vertical smile and glistened with my vaginal
secretions. Mom stared at my wide crack and said, "It looks good. Hell, it looks
great, so clean, so fresh. It looks so good, I could just kiss it." Her eyes
darted up to mine. Her words caught me by surprise. I simply stared back
blankly. She said, "Why not?" With that, she slowly leaned in and pressed a kiss
on my clit, mashing her lips firmly to my pussy flesh. I sucked in a deep
breath. She started to ease off, then pressed in again, only more firmly. I
moaned. She held the kiss and gradually opened her mouth to encompass more of my
cunt area. My clit went into her mouth and she closed her lips over the base,
sucking as she slowly drew off. My mother's soft lips sliding up my clit was the
most electrifying thing I'd ever felt. My eyes must have reflected that fact. I
gazed down at her face which remained hovering over my crotch. She smiled. I
smiled back. She eased back in and kissed my pussy again. This time, her tongue
came out and danced around my clitty. I tensed my thighs and involuntarily
raised my crotch into her kiss, inspiring her to drop lower, grasp my ass
cheeks, and run her tongue up my slit. This blew my mind. She repeated the bold
act, lapping my pussy like a hungry dog and running her hands up to mold and
squeeze my tits. I believed what I was feeling, but not what I was seeing--my
mother's beautiful face mashed tightly into my spread beaver. She brought her
palms up and pressed out on my inner thighs, using her fingertips to pry my cunt
lips out. Her face went into my open pussy; her nose even entered my hole. She
pressed in hard and I pressed back. I found myself humping her face when her
tongue got near my hole. I was lost, out of control, fucking my mother's face.
When she moved onto my clit, I exploded into orgasm, heaving, moaning, and
bucking hard. Mom hung on tightly with a clitty lip lock. She continued to suck
gently on my clit as I calmed down. I collapsed back to rest my ass on the
table. Gradually, she eased down and fastened her mouth over my hole, stabbing
her stiff tongue deep in a lapping manner. Mom was sucking my cunt juice, and I
am a very wet cummer. To show my acceptance, I placed my palms flat on my inner
thighs, close to her cheeks and pried myself wide while straining up to watch.
When my cunt stopped leaking, Mom pressed her face in tightly, sealing her mouth
to the mouth of my pussy like a child licking syrup from the bottom of a small
Dixie cup. Nothing prepares a girl for this sensation, especially when her own
mother is doing the service. Seeing my mother drinking my cum as though it was
her reward for bringing me off really turned me on. I could just see her big
brown eyes above my bald pussy mound, a sight I will always treasure. When she
resumed licking, I laid back dreamily, savoring the experience. I could have
laid there all night, letting her lick me, but after another ten minutes, she
eased off. I slowly rose again to my elbows. Our eyes met as she sat back in her
chair. She said, "Wow, I don't know what came over me." I didn't know what to
say. I just stared. She said, "I'm not a lesbian, if that's what you're
thinking." I said, "I wasn't thinking anything, Mom. Besides, even if you were,
I wouldn't think badly of you." "Well, I'm not, but I appreciate your saying
that. I just wanted to bring you pleasure, that's all. Don't you dare tell Cindy
what I did." "I won't, and you did. I never felt anything like that." "Would you
believe I've never had that done to me. Your father thought oral sex was dirty.
I've always wondered what a tongue might feel like down there." I wondered if
she was dropping a hint. I almost offered, but frankly, placing my mouth on
another woman's sex never appealed to me. I suppose I am totally heterosexual.
If she had asked, I probably would have done it. I did want to shave her. I did
want a good close look and feel of her pussy. I simply said, "Well, I'm glad you
showed me." "You really liked it, huh?" "Yes, it was terrific!" "I could tell. I
didn't mind doing it for you. I'll do it again if you want, but not now. My
mouth is a little sore." "Well, my vagina is a little sore, too. Not really
sore, but sensitive." "Maybe next time. We'll see." "Mom...thanks...really!"
"You're welcome. Come on, Venus. You have school in the morning." With a wry
smile, she added, "I'll be checking to make sure you wear panties." "Oh, Mom.
You spoil all my fun." I eased off the table, leaving my robe open. "That's my
job, that and cunt licking. Jesus, I can't believe I said that. I'm getting as
bad as Susan." I laughed and said, "I hope so. I'd like to hear you talk like
Susan. That would be so cool." "I think you'd like it if I acted like Susan,
wouldn't you? I'll bet you'd really like to watch me having sex." Her statement
was more a question. She appeared to want an answer. I studied her expression.
She appeared to want an affirmative answer. I thought, "What the hell. Why not?"
I said, "I'd love to watch you. Would you let me?" "I might. It depends on the
circumstances. If I was going with a guy like Red it would be easy. Most men
aren't like Red." Impulsively, I said, "You could do it with Stevie. Susan
wouldn't mind." "Judy! I'm shocked." "It was just a thought. I'm sorry." "Don't
be sorry. It was an honest thought. I'll be honest. Susan has suggested it. The
kid is always horny and driving her nuts. She thought it was a practical
solution; in fact, she wants me to take care of both boys." "Would you?" "After
today, I'm not sure what I might be capable of. Who knows, you may get your
wish. Judy, there's something I've always been curious about. Please be honest.
Did you have sex with those boys when you were sitting for them? Susan told me
some things that, frankly, I find hard to believe." I blushed and said, "Well, I
never had sex, but we did mess around quite a bit. I think I know what she told
you." "Then it's true. You let Billy finger you in front of Susan, in the
doorway?" "Yes, it's true. She even took my panties with her." "I know. She
returned them to me when I wanted proof. Now, I sort of wish I hadn't
over-reacted." "You do?" "Well, yes, in a way. I wish I'd just let nature take
its course." "You know where that would have led, don't you?" "Of course, I
know, Judy." "Mom! Are you sure it isn't me you want to see having sex?" "Okay.
You want the unvarnished truth. Watching people have sex is my biggest fantasy.
I think about it often, in many variations. Hell, I even fantasized about your
father doing you while I held your legs apart for him. I can't believe I'm
sharing that." "Wow! That is kinky. Don't get me wrong. I think it's cool.
That's something worthy of Susan. She'd actually do it. Mom...Do you think you'd
actually do something like that. I mean, hold my legs apart for a man." "I
might. Surprised?" "Yes. Very. I better get on the pill." "I think you should."
"Are you serious?" "Yes. I think I am. Who knows where this will lead. We did
cross a big barrier tonight. We'd better play safe. Honey, Susan is still after
me to let you sit for the boys. They don't need a sitter. You know what she
wants you for, don't you?" "Yes, I think so. She wants to give them a sexual
plaything." "Exactly. How would you feel about it if I agreed to go along."
"Honestly? I don't think it would work out, now. I doubt they'd settle for
feels." "I didn't expect they would, and that isn't want Susan wants for them.
Honey, I'd consider it a personal favor if you would." "Are you saying you want
me to be their sexual plaything? Let them go all the way with me?" "It's mostly
for Susan. She really is having a problem controlling them. I think it could be
fun for you, too. I mean, what could be better for a healthy young girl than to
have all the clean, safe sex she wanted with her mother's knowledge and consent.
I certainly wish I'd had a setup like that when I was growing up. If I had, I
would not have married your father, that's for sure." I said, "Or had me?" "Now,
you know that's not what I meant. Well, you think about it and let me know. I
think you are old enough to handle yourself. Now, about Brad. I presume you are
ready to have sex with him, right?" "Well, yes, I suppose." "If you agree to sit
for Susan..." "And be their sexual plaything." "All right, and be their sexual
plaything. I am going to let you start dating, but with one condition: I want to
chaperon every date. I won't interfere; I won't try to stop anything. What ever
happens, happens." "Do you want something to happen?" Self-consciously, she
said, "To be honest, I wouldn't mind." Mom's motives became totally transparent.
She wanted to watch, watch me and Brad fucking. This realization, coupled with
everything else that had transpired, told me that Mom had, indeed, undergone a
radical change. She also had a perverse twist to her nature. I went to bed that
night in a daze. So much had transpired between my mother and me. She was not
the same woman I woke up to that day. Something seemed to click inside her,
something sparked by seeing Susan with her kids and her lover. The click
happened when she kissed my pussy. After that, it was like she transformed. As a
result, I saw my whole world being radically altered. I felt some anxiety over
that reality. I wasn't prepared for jumping into an active sex life. It was all
happening so fast. I had so much to consider. The first thing I thought about
was sitting for Stevie and Billy. I knew, sooner or later, baby sitting would
lead to sex whether I liked it or not. Then, there was Brad. Brad had been
sexually active for two years and had quite a reputation. I knew that Brad had
to be cool for his many friends. I told him he could tell anyone he wanted that
he and I were doing it. I don't care about reputations; besides, screwing Brad
would be a feather in my cap. I knew I'd never keep him unless I could manage to
actually put out, though. Now, there was a way. I fell asleep wondering how I'd
put it to him. The next morning, Mom seemed a little guilty and shy, but she
didn't try to backtrack. In fact, she re-affirmed another shaving and asked to
see how my pussy was doing. I lifted my skirt and pulled the waist band down
past my crotch as she knelt and examined me between the legs. Doing this felt
quite bizarre. She also asked if I had made a decision about sitting. Her
touching my pussy while I stood in that vulgar stance had my vaginal fires
burning again. Impulsively, I said, "Sure. Tell her I'll do it." Mom stood, took
my shoulders, and said, "Great! Susan will be so pleased. She called right
before you came down. She teased me for running out last night. The woman has
absolutely no shame. She is simply amazing. Well, anyway, she pressed once again
for you to sit. She needs you tonight at eight. Is that okay?" "Sure, I guess."
"Super. I'll tell her right away. Thank you, sweetheart. That was a very mature
decision." "Mom, you better get me on the pill. I know those guys." "I will. I
will see Doc Smith today and pick up the prescription. When was your last
period, dear?" "I just finished three days ago." "Great! They will take effect
before you ovulate. You are safe for tonight. I would encourage you to go ahead
and get started." "Mom, I can't believe you are okay about this. You really
don't mind if I go all the way tonight?" "Honey, it is your body and your
decision. I hope you go there prepared and willing to do whatever they want. The
decision is ultimately yours." "Yes, but I probably won't get to make any
decisions once I'm left alone with those two." "Yes, but you made the decision
to place yourself in that position. It's the same thing, Judy. Do you still want
to take the job?" "Well, yes, I suppose so." "Okay, but I want to remind you, I
want all the details. No secrets, understand? If I learn something that you kept
from me, I will be very upset with you. I mean that." I could see that Mom was
very serious. Her liberal attitude came with a price tag. She obviously wanted
to live vicariously through me. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but the
freedom was appealing. I had a lot to ponder on the way to school. Brad eats
lunch with me and Cindy. Lunch is the one time we can talk privately. Because
Cindy and I share everything, and she never tells anyone anything. Her being
there was still private. Before Brad sat down, I told Cindy about Mom shaving my
twat and eating my pussy afterward. I was able to slyly show her my bald pussy
without anyone seeing. She thought the news was great, and she loved how my
naked pussy looked without hair. I told Brad about Mom's proposal. He seemed
intrigued and had many questions. I almost choked on my food when he said, "What
happens if I reach under your skirt and cop a feel with Mom looking on?" Cindy
smiled and said, "Try it now." I said, "Cindy! Don't encourage him." When I
regained my composure, I said, "I guess she'll get an eyeful." "Suppose I pull
my dick out and put your hand on it?" "Brad! Are you serious?" "Judy, that's the
kind of stuff that happens on a real date." I looked to Cindy. She shrugged and
said, "Don't look at me; I wouldn't know." I said, "Well, I guess she realizes
that." "Yeah, but what about you? Would you be too inhibited to do anything with
her watching?" "I'm going to pretend she isn't there. I am going to take her at
her word. If she breaks her word, I'm going to be pissed, and she knows it. I
already made it clear to her that if she wants to come along, she'll just have
to take whatever happens in silence. I think she will. She doesn't expect us to
just hold hands and kiss." "Is she some kind of voyeur? Is that how she gets her
jollies?" "I don't know, Brad. Look, if you don't like the deal, I'll just tell
her no dice." "Oh, I like the deal. Hey, your Mom is a fox. If she wants to
watch the kid in action, I'll give her action. Shit, screwing a chick in front
of her mother, now that's cool." "Brad, don't forget me. I do have a say-so
about what goes on. Don't just assume you can mount me like some two-bit whore.
Remember, I have never done anything with a boy, never. I'm not saying I won't,
but I'm not saying I will. Whatever happens, happens. If Mom sees, and gets off
on it, big deal. At least we'll be able to date."
"Golden Girl--Part-2"
I left Brad smiling and eagerly looking forward to Friday night. I had the
distinct feeling that Friday night would be a real eye opener for my mother. I
could see Brad's wheels turning. When I got home, Mom seemed quite agitated.
She'd spent most of her afternoon with Susan. The first thing she wanted to know
was if I had changed my mind. She was pleased that I hadn't. She then wanted to
know what I planned to wear. I told her I thought jeans and a sweat shirt would
be a good idea. She thought otherwise. She had two outfits already picked out
and presented me with a choice. Both were my shortest dresses. I shrugged and
chose the red one. She then offered me a matching pair of her high heels. The
idea of wearing high heels and a dress to baby-sit seemed absurd, but she acted
as though it were the accepted uniform. For a sexual plaything, I suppose it
was. I tried to get my homework out of the way. Mom could not stop pestering me,
asking me to speculate about the upcoming night. She seemed intent on getting my
commitment to be willing to go all the way. I never gave her my commitment. At
seven, she suggested I shower so that she could give me my shave. I hadn't
counted on that and planned to shower before bed or the next morning. Mom,
however, was adamant. I showered. The shaving went almost exactly as the first
time, only she was in a bigger hurry. She quickly shaved me, but took the same
amount of time playing with and sucking my pussy. She was not at all bashful
this time and went down on my pussy right after drying me. She even asked me to
hold my own legs wide apart for her so she could use both hands. This time, I
adjusted quickly to having my mother's face in my spread beaver. I was much more
active and responsive, grinding my cunt in her face and giving her a good
spread. She brought me off twice and then suggested I get up on all fours with
my ass facing her. I did as she requested and lowered my shoulders to the table
top, also as requested. In this vulgar position, I was asked to spread my
cheeks. I found this wildly exciting and dirty. Mom pressed her face into my ass
and her tongue wormed right up my butt hole. I was shocked, but very turned on.
Mom was not using her hands on me. I discovered that she was busy in her own
crotch. She came while sucking my cunt. After she came, she had me roll onto my
back. She stood between my wide legs, pursed three fingers at my pussy hole and
wedged them inside. She then started pumping them in imitation of a cock fucking
my pussy, while saying, "Wouldn't that feel good with the real thing, Judy?"
Mom's fingers did feel good, and I impulsively said, "Yes, I love it. I can't
wait to fuck." This was the first time I'd ever used a real dirty word in my
mother's presence. Using the "F" word felt weird, nasty, and daring. Since she
accepted fuck, I added, "I can't wait to feel a real cock fucking my cunt." This
really fired her up. She fucked harder, saying "Oh, yes, baby. You'll love the
feel of a stiff dick going in and out of your tight little pussy. You'll feel
their sperm shooting inside, and your pussy will get all wet and warm and
squishy. I want you to get nasty with them, Judy, get real down and dirty. Throw
those gorgeous legs out wide and offer up your hot pussy for a fuck. Let them
both fuck you tonight, okay, baby?" Mom was working herself up with her own
vulgarity. I loved seeing her like this. I was seeing a side of my mother I'd
never seen before, and I found this vulgar/passion side of her exciting. I said,
"Okay, Mom. I will if you want me to." "I do, sweetheart. I told Susan you'd be
perfect for the job. She wants a nasty girl, a little slut for her boys to amuse
themselves with, a girl that loves to fuck and suck a stiff cock. I told Susan
you were that girl. Bring this pussy back tonight all red and puffy, oozing
sperm. Do it for me, okay?" We were both into this lewd banter, each feeding off
the other's words. Mom was back to fingering her pussy, and I strained up to
see. I couldn't see much more then her wrist moving, but that was enough to
excite me tremendously. I wanted to inspire her and said, "I will, I will let
them fuck me. I want to do it for you, Mom. I want to be a good sex toy for your
friend's kids. I'll do whatever Susan wants." "Susan wants you to be a nympho
slut for her boys." "I'll let them fuck me, anytime." "That's great. I'd like to
tell her that they can come here, or you will go there, anytime, day or night."
"I'll be their private pussy on call twenty-four hours a day." "That's the
spirit, sweetheart. I'm so proud of the way you are handling this
responsibility. This is a job you are getting paid for. Susan is paying you to
fuck, not sit. Remember that." "Then I'm really a whore not a sitter, right."
This made Mom pause, but then she said quite firmly, "Yes, Judy. When you accept
money for fucking that makes you a whore. That's what you'll be, and that's what
we'll call it from now on. You will be whoring for me, and I'll be selling your
services to my best friend, understand? I'm selling your pussy." "Yes, Mommy,
sell my pussy to your friend. I want to be a good whore for you. I want to make
you proud of me." "Honey, you make Susan happy, and I will be the proudest
mother ever. You know how to please Susan, don't you?" "Yes, by spreading my
legs for her sons. I'll do it, Mom; I'll do it tonight. I'll start whoring for
you tonight." At ten to eight, she had to stop. I was drained, but had to
quickly get dressed. I crossed the street on wobbly legs. After the declarations
I'd made to Mom, I felt obligated to get fucked, but after the wave of lust had
passed, I was left facing the reality. I was nervous and just plain scared.
Susan met me at the door. Stevie and Billy were behind her, grinning from ear to
ear. She welcomed me inside and said, "Judy, I am so happy to have you back. So
are the boys. Aren't you guys?" They nodded eagerly like hungry wolf pups. I
felt like fresh meat. Susan explained that Red was picking her up in thirty
minutes and that gave us time to get the ball rolling. I gave her a puzzled look
at that statement. She then said, "Well, Judy, it's been so long since you last
sat for the boys, I thought it would be nice if we could pick up where we left
off." At that instant, I felt hands slide up my legs under my dress. I jumped as
fingers hooked my pantie waistband and drew them down swiftly. I sucked in a
deep breath as those same hands shot back up on the inside of my legs and
captured my bare beaver, causing me to squeal and crouch with my knees clamped
together. Billy had my twat in a firm grip as Susan took my elbow and said, "Oh,
come now, Judy. Why the shyness? It's only us, remember? We're all intimate
friends here. Come on, dear. Be a good girl. Stand straight. Move your feet out.
Relax." I stood, and I did move my knees out, but relaxing was out of the
question. My heart was in my throat. Stevie was already at my feet trying to get
me to lift my foot and Billy cried out, "Hey Mom, Judy shaves her twat like you.
Her pussy's balder than a baby's ass." Stevie pulled my skirt out and peered
under, then pushed the hem up past my belly button. Susan knelt beside him and
told Billy to move his hand. All three were kneeling at my feet with my dress
bunched at my middle. I heard Susan exclaim, "Oh, my, this is beautiful, Judy.
Did I inspire this?" I said, through a deep crimson blush, "Well, yes, sort of."
"Does your mom know you shaved your twat?" While saying this, she removed my
panties from my feet and tapped at the inside of my left calf. I stepped out to
put about a yard between my feet. "She shaved it the last two times." "No shit!
That bitch has been holding out on me. Are you shaving her twat?" "No." Susan
scooted under me and looked right up into my snatch, giving me a wicked rush.
She said, "Honey, I simply must get some pictures of this fabulous cunt. Don't
worry. They are just for private audiences. Here, let's get these clothes off
you. Take off your dress, sweetheart." I gave her an incredulous look. She
repeated the order and then added, "Hurry!" When I didn't make a move, she
shrugged and stood up, turning me about. She then went for the zipper in back. I
was too stunned to protest. The zipper came down; the dress went slack;
suddenly, my dress was in a puddle at my feet, and I stood in my bra and high
heels. She unhooked my bra, tossing it aside, then had me step free of the
dress, saying, "Let's leave these heels on for now." There I stood in all my
naked glory while the boys devoured me with their eyes. Susan led me to the sofa
and sat me down. I sat zombie-like. She pushed my chest back until I fully
reclined, then drew my feet up, handing one leg to each boy. She said, "Make a
wish, boys." My legs went out at opposing right angles to my body as Susan
reached for one of those new Polaroid cameras that take instant pictures. She
focused on my beaver. I was in shock as she knelt between my legs. The flash
blinded me. "Oh, baby, this is gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous! Hold her feet up
near her ears, guys." She knelt at my ass and moved in close to my yawning
pussy, saying, "Now, each of you reach down and pry out a cunt lip. Oh, yes,
beautiful. [Flash] Okay, now move her legs out in a 'V'. Hold it [Flash]. Judy,
hold your tits up and pinch your nipples, sweetheart. Great [Flash]!" By this
time, I was turning-on to the exposure and crude treatment. I did as she said. I
even smiled. Next, she said, "Okay, now bring her legs down and push back as far
as she can stand." They had me doing the sitting splits and Susan got low for a
shot up my body, inches from my pussy, saying, "Bring your hands down and play
with your cunt, sweetheart. Show me some pink meat, baby. Don't hide your clit.
Make it stand out. That's it. Oh, this is terrific. [Flash]." I was soon giving
Susan every shot she desired with enthusiasm. Most were wide open beaver shots
that showed my smiling face in the frame and my fingers in my pussy. She even
had me assume several positions with me standing on my head doing the splits as
she stood over my loins and shot down into my wide gash. She laid on her back
and had me straddle her, sliding my feet out to each side to lower my cunt while
the boys supported me by holding my tits. She took two packs of film, twenty
shots in all. It was a most bizarre experience. When her warm-up was over, she
said, "Sweetheart, you better get that dress on before Red gets here. If he sees
you like this, he'll have to fuck you, and we just don't have the time." I was
thankful. Fucking Red was not on my agenda, but Susan's phrasing told me I'd
better put it on. Sooner or later, they'd have time, perhaps when they returned.
Susan set the camera down and assisted me in donning my dress. She said, "Your
mother says you are a virgin. Mothers rarely know. Mind if I check?" She didn't
wait for my answer. Her middle finger found my hole and wormed deep inside until
the fingertip met the membrane. She said, "Well, I'll be damned. You are a
cherry." Susan gave my clitty a quick rub in parting, adjusted my dress, zipped
me up, then addressed her boys, saying, "Okay you two. Judy is a virgin. If she
wants that changed, she'll let you know. If her cherry is missing when I get
home, she better tell me she gave it to you. If I hear otherwise, you two are
dead meat. I am serious about that. You don't take a girl's virginity unless she
gives her permission. Is that clear?" Both boys nodded reluctantly, but this
gave me encouragement. I was sure they did not want to incur their mother's
wrath. The door bell rang and Susan said, "Okay, I have to dash. You know the
deal, Susan. Just relax, have fun, and whatever you do, don't do anything I
wouldn't. She smiled and left before Red saw me. After they were gone, Billy
went for my dress and had the zipper all the way down before I could twist free.
I fought the urge to stop him and permitted him remove the dress. When I stood
naked once again, both boys converged on me and began crudely feeling me up.
Four hands roamed my body as I said, "Okay, guys. Go ahead and have your fun,
but remember what your mom said." Stevie said, "Are you gonna let us fuck you?"
"We'll see. Right now, just be content to look and touch. Ouch, don't poke me
there so hard, Billy. That's a pussy, not a toy. If you bust my cherry with your
fingers, she'll be just as pissed. I will be even more pissed. Besides, my
boyfriend will probably kick your ass if I tell him you stole his cherry with
your stupid finger." Billy said, "Hey, Judy, how about beating off for us?"
Stevie added, "Yeah, we'll get naked and do it too." They didn't wait for my
answer. Both boys hurriedly stripped. I watched their cocks spring out in the
open, marveling at what a few years of development could produce. Billy had a
good six inches. Stevie had a five-inch cock that was thicker than Billy's. When
nude, both boys fisted their boners at me while sporting big grins. Billy
dragged a chair over from the dining room, placed it close up in front of the
sofa, and offered me the seat. I sat in the chair as they took seats on the
sofa. They sat side by side and took my legs, placing them outside their bodies.
I set my feet on the sofa's edge and moved forward in the seat to get
comfortable. Their eyes zeroed in on my snatch as I moved my hands down and
slowly teased my cunt. My eyes were on their dicks, and I was getting very
turned on, very quickly. I said, "Mom said she saw you guys naked and saw Red
fucking your mom." Billy said, "Yeah, lots of times. Mom says that your mom is a
peeper. She gets off on looking. We give her plenty to look at. We jerk off for
her whenever she stops over. Mom beats off for her and lets her watch guys fuck
her." "What? How long has this been going on?" "I guess about two or three
months, now." This news floored me. I said, "I thought last night was the first
time." Stevie said, "No, but it was gonna be her last. Mom told her that if she
didn't let you sit for her, she'd cut your mom off." Billy added, "Yeah, and
last month, my mom told your mom that she couldn't wear a bra, panties, pants,
or shorts when she stopped by, and that she couldn't say anything to us if we
tried to look at her tits and pussy. Most of the time, she just wears her
housecoat with nothing underneath. We untie the belt and she can't say anything.
We've seen her naked lots of times." Billy added, "Yeah, when she sits, I
usually push her knees out wide. We like to sit at her feet, looking at her
cunt. We jerk off while she talks to Mom. Mom gets a kick out of it too, because
she knows how embarrassed it makes her. Oh, yeah, and we like to come on her,
too." I was stunned. I said, "She lets you come on her body?" "She has to. Mom
won't let her do or say anything if she wants to watch her screw. That's what
really gets your old lady off, watching people fuck." "Oh, Jesus! Tell me, where
do you guys come on her body?" Billy said, "I like coming on her face; Stevie
likes doing it in her hair. Sometimes, I press my dick against her lips and my
stuff squirts into her mouth. Mom told her she had to hold still. She makes
faces the whole time, but if she didn't really like it, she could easily seal
her lips tight so none would go in. Shit, she hardly spills any. You can tell
she's sucking it in and swallowing. She's so phoney, but she isn't fooling
anyone." This talk really had me going. I remember the taste of their precum
from when they used to press their dicks against my lips. Of course, neither of
them could ejaculate back then. I always wondered what sperm tasted like. I just
knew I'd like it. I said, "Billy, when you are ready to cum, will you do me like
you do my Mom?" He nodded eagerly and got up. Billy came up and pressed his
cockhead to the left corner of my lips and wormed the tip just inside while I
held my lips slack. Stevie said, "Can I do it that way too?" I nodded. He moved
up on my other side. I said, "Let me know right before you let go, okay?" They
agreed, and I took advantage of the wait by licking the precum from their dicks
and sucking on the heads. The taste was familiar, and I forgot how much I missed
that unique taste. I couldn't wait to get my first mouthful of semen. Billy was
first to shout, "Here it comes!" I let my lips go slack as I assumed Mom would
do. Billy fisted his meat faster, keeping the tip in the crack of my lips. I was
ready. Suddenly, a warm jet splashed my teeth and gums. I sucked the slimy goo
into my mouth, ready for another. Another squirt quickly followed the first. I
loved the pungent, salty, chlorine tasting cream and let it pool in my mouth.
Only the last bit dribbled down my chin. After Billy withdrew, I swished his
load around, swallowing it bit by bit. When Stevie announced he was ready, I
swallowed the rest in one gulp and got poised for Stevie's offering. His was
even better. His was thicker, and there was more of it. Halfway through, I could
not resist. I turned my head and took him fully into my mouth, sealing my lips
tightly and sucking. Stevie groaned and pumped my mouth full. Long after he was
through, I kept sucking on his spent cock while Billy got between my legs and
started licking my working fingers and pussy. I came gloriously with Billy
sucking hard on my clit. He was good, but not as good as Mom. I laid there in a
wonderful post-orgasmic daze while Billy licked my pussy. I thought about my
mother and the secret life she led. I found it quite exciting imagining her
having to put up with their abuse in order to feed her perverse desires. Her
sudden change made a lot of sense. I knew she must need her special sex fix
pretty badly if she was willing to surrender me to perverts. I felt like helping
her. I knew Brad would cooperate, not to mention the two boys, maybe even Red.
After a break, I sat between the boys while they fondled me and I lazily stroked
their cocks. I wanted to hear more about Mom. Brad laid out the long history. I
could see how Susan gradually took Mom deeper and deeper against her will,
constantly feeding her perversion. Mom went through a great deal of anxiety with
each new escalation and was still not comfortable with allowing minor boys to
abuse her modesty. Red was especially hard on Mom. He would not perform unless
she was naked, between the boys. He made her masturbate throughout their fuck.
Mom had to lay her legs over the laps of the boys and finger-fuck herself. This
told me how desperate she was. Mom is very inhibited, especially regarding
masturbation, and the boys make her terribly self-conscious. The most recent
escalation came when Susan told Mom she had to let the boys touch her freely.
This meant that they could not only press their dicks against her lips, but
also, she got her tits and pussy worked over pretty good. She really hated
having to endure a finger up her ass, so that's what they did mostly. Billy told
me that along with the threat to cut her off if I didn't return to sitting, if I
didn't put out to her boys, Mom would have to start putting out. She had until
Saturday to get me to fuck them. She was scheduled to fuck the boys on Saturday
night if I didn't come across by then. Furthermore, she'd have to do it at a
party with several couples and six men from Red's car lot watching. They even
planned to film the whole thing and pull a train on her afterwards. Mom only
knew about a few people being present to watch. She didn't know she'd be pulling
a train or that the event would be captured on film. Billy ended by saying, "So,
you see, you better let us fuck you." I had decided to give up my cherry to the
boys after resting. I didn't really think Brad was into taking my cherry. He
never even asked if I had one. I figured the boys had cocks that were perfect
for a first-time screw. The news about Mom's ultimatum threw a new twist in the
deal. I had to think about this. They lost out for that night, anyway. "Golden
Girl--Part 3" We played with each other for four hours. I sucked them off three
more times each, and my pussy and tits got a thorough workout. Susan came home
alone, and immediately checked for my hymen. She said, "So, you guys couldn't
talk her out of it, huh? Too bad. This really is prime pussy she has here." I
was standing next to Susan while she fingered me. I had thrown on the dress when
I heard the car pull up. She kept fingering my pussy and massaging my clit while
she talked to the boys, treating me as though I were a manikin. I loved it. She
asked, "Well, did you guys have a good time, anyway?" Billy said, "Hell yeah,
she loves sucking our dicks. She swallows, too." Stevie said, "Yeah, she loves
it. She let us finger-fuck her ass and pussy all we wanted. She even let us fuck
her asshole with a cucumber." "Oh, she did, did she?" Susan glanced at the
medium size cuke lying on the floor by the sofa. The cuke was bigger than either
of the boys' dicks. Her finger trailed down my crack to my asshole and slipped
in easily to the palm. She said, "That went in easy. Nice ass." I clenched down
on her finger by tightening my sphincter muscle, and Susan said, "Oooh, nice!
Red will adore poking your fanny. He loves a good butt fuck. Now, I wish I'd
invited him in." Susan withdrew her finger and ushered the boys off to bed. When
she returned, she confronted me, saying, "So, they told you the deal?" "What
makes you say that?" "If you'd take that cuke, but balk at their cocks, you must
have a reason that has nothing to do with protecting your cherry. You know the
deal, don't you?" "Yes, they told me everything." "And now
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