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Story 66 - Golden Girl By: Phil Phantom (MF, FF, INC, LEZ, TEEN, WS) 1/4
Golden Girl By: Phil Phantom (MF, FF, INC, LEZ, TEEN, WS) 1/4
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 behavior 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 behavior. 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 mens' 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 dildos? 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 dildo--or dildos. 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 dildos ... 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 dildo? 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 were displaying sports trophies. The nerve of those kids.
Pointing their throbbing erections right at me, stroking them suggestively, all the while their naked mother is on her hands and knees, grinning like the cat that ate the canary while that monster kept pumping and pumping that ... that .... 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 ..."
"WHAT?"
"Oh, ... uh, 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 dildos. They better be right where I left them.
And, I had 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 was ever to likely 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 ten to twelve-inches-long cock. I had seen Red a few times, coming and going. He was nothing special, kinda 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 hardons 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, halfheartedly, 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, blushing bright red with a sucked-in deep breath that wouldn't unsuck.
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 right in front of his mother, my mother's best friend.
Stevie held my panties up toward 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 hard stare 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 my first 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'd 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. My heart beat a frantic tattoo against my chest wall and I could feel it in my clit.
Breathing normally wasn't easy. Stopping the blush ... well, you don't.
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 how the hell does a girl relax in a position like that with her mom playing with her virgin pussy. 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. Much of the anxious tension drained away.
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, stopped fighting a losing battle, and prayed I wouldn't embarrass myself. My orgasm immediately followed. I moaned and squirmed shamelessly against my Mom's rubbing fingers, bringing a knowing smile to her face.
After embarrassing myself, I returned to Earth. She halted her easy rubbing, post-orgasmic massage 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. It was throbbing. I could feel it 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 pink 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. Seeing my mother's sexy lips pursed around my stretched clit, slowly sliding off, was the most electrifying thing I'd ever seen in my life. My wide 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, keeping her eyes on me to see my reaction. I made sure she saw a positive reaction. She'd smile; I'd smile back. She's kiss my pussy again, and we exchanged smiles again. She kissed all over between my legs, and between kisses, gave smiles.
Encouraged, she brought both palms in to frame my pussy, pressing my legs flat and using her thumbs to peel back my cunt lips. She studied my wide open cunt for the longest time. We both did. It was something to see with everything out there. She finally looked up to say, "You have a very sexy pussy between your legs, Judy."
I said, "Thanks."
This time, her tongue came out and danced around my clitty. I tensed my thighs and involuntarily tried raise 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 her mouth onto my clit and released her grip on me, I went wild. I heaved up and fucked my cunt hard against her face. 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 and slowly eased my ass to the tabletop. I collapsed back on the table. Gradually, she eased lower down and fastened her mouth over my hole, stabbing her stiff tongue deep in a lapping manner. I just laid there, sprawled, like a rag-doll and let her lap at my beaver.
Mom was licking my cunt juice out of my cunt hole, and I am a very wet cummer. She made yummy noises while she lapped and sucked. This was little girl heaven, pure bliss. I had to see this, so I placed my palms flat on my inner thighs, close to her cheeks, and pried myself wide while straining up to watch. Mom smiled but kept licking. Awesome, fucking awesome!
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, only deep, much deeper than before, 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 give me pleasure. 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! I enjoyed that very much. I hope you feel like doing that again. You don't have to worry about me telling anyone. It'll be our secret."
"You're welcome. That was easier than I thought. You made it easy. I appreciate that, Judy, I really do. If I had seen the slightest condemnation in your eyes, I'd have died. This didn't bother you at all, did it?"
"Bother me? Are you kidding! I loved it. You can lick me between my legs anytime you get the urge. I won't be wearing panties."
She laughed and said, "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 to school."
"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. I wouldn't have much choice in the matter. 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 sorta 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, my number one turnon. 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--Daddy even?"
"I might. Surprised?"
"Yes. Very. I'd 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. Am I 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 said, "I'll think about it. I'm sure Brad wouldn't mind if you watched."
"Do think about it, but no pressure. Think about everything we talked about.
Whatever you decide is fine with me."
* * *
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 big 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, a bizarre way, but 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 reaffirmed 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's 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 to chaperon our dates without telling him she wanted to watch us have sex. 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 your 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. She swore she wouldn't interfere with anything."
"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."
* * *
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 to suck on. 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, sorta."
"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're 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.
To be continued.
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