Delight, Disappointment and Triumph

by Misty Meadow

Mum comes into the bathroom just as I'm stepping out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. She lifts her dress, pulls her knickers down to her ankles and sits on the loo, leaning back and spreading her legs. I can see her cunt, so different from my little girly slit. It's so much bigger with large lips and a clit bigger than any I've seen on the internet when I surf lesbian porn. Neither of us minds when the other watches as we pee. She says I should never be ashamed of my body. I take the towel off and wrap it round my head to start my hair drying. She runs her eyes up and down me and I feel a little glow of happiness because she so often tells me how beautiful I am, despite the fact that when I look at myself naked in the mirror, all I see is a skinny kid with tiny budding boobs and just a wisp of pubic hair. At twelve, I haven't yet had my first period and I can't wait to grow tits like Mum's which have nice big brown nipples. She starts to pee.

“I peed in the shower,” I tell her and she smiles.

“Good girl. Saves time and water. Everyone should do it. Have I ever told you how lovely you look with nothing on?”

“About a thousand times, Mum. You're not so bad yourself.” It's true. She was only seventeen when she had me so now she's twenty nine, but looks a lot younger.

I don't think my Mum's like other Mums. First of all, she's gay which is no big deal, but from as early as I can remember, she's always talked openly about sex, not just the stuff I read in books but about the things she gets up to with the various friends she invites to stay overnight. Although on those occasions, her bedroom door is firmly closed and I'm forbidden to come in, the next day she describes in considerable detail what she and her partner got up to, adding that it's all a secret and I shouldn't tell anyone else about it. On the one occasion when I let a few details slip to friends at school, they looked at me aghast.

“Your Mum does what?” they asked incredulously and I quickly changed the subject and never brought it up again.

She finishes peeing, stands, wipes her cunt and pull her knickers back up, as I stare at her. She looks down at herself, dress still hoisted.

“You like these knickers?” she asks. They're made of some synthetic material that's so sheer, I can see her cunt quite clearly through them and they have decorative lace panels on both sides.

“They're sexy. You should keep your knees together when you sit down in public.”

“It depends who's sitting opposite. What if I want a girl to look up my dress and see my cunt? It's a very effective way to signal that I'm interested in her. Don't you ever flash your knickers to girls at school?”

“They're not interested.”

“I'm disappointed to hear that. Now, I don't want you messing about with boys, but you can do anything you want with girls, Misty. I want you go grow up gay, just like me.” I grin, picturing myself doing all the things she does with her girl friends.

“I think I'm gay already, Mum. Remember when I had a crush on my art teacher?”

“I'm glad you grew out of that, because when I met her, I discovered she's happily married to a man. She'd have broken your heart. Aren't there any girls of your own age you could fall in love with?”

“Not really.”

“Perhaps it's because you're wearing the wrong knickers. Try these on.” She pulls them off and I put them on, then go into her bedroom to look at myself in her mirrored closet doors. My cunt is perfectly visible. Wearing the knickers she had on just moments ago is a lovely intimate feeling. She follows me, takes her dress off and stands behind me with her arms round my waist. I feel her bare breasts pressing against my back. “You look gorgeous,” she murmurs. “Wear those to school tomorrow and let all the girls look up your skirt.”

“They'd talk about it and then it'd be all over the school and they'd be laughing at me,” I point out. She sighs.

“Or jealous. I suppose you're right, but it's such a shame that we have to keep our bodies hidden all the time when we look so sexy in the nude.” I turn to face her.

“Your nipples are hard, Mum. Can I touch them?”

“Well, it would be thrilling but then I'd feel guilty.”

“But no one would know, except us, and it's not like real sex, we'd be just playing around.”

“True, but I hear stories about parents molesting their children who suffer lasting trauma and I don't want you to be a victim. I think your first real sexual experience should be with another girl.”

“But my friends are all so immature,” I protest. “If I'm going to have sex, it should be with an experienced lesbian, right? Like you, for instance.”

“It can't be me, Misty. Get dressed. Seeing you in my sexy knickers is giving me ideas I shouldn't have.” I go into my bedroom and put a dress on, the shortest one I can find and I'm going to flash these knickers at Mum for the rest of the day; it'd be a shame to waste them. Later, we take a shower together. I try to soap her tits, but she pushes my hands away.

“Remember what I said about guilt,” she says, “We going to have to find a way to attract a lover for you.”

“What about one of your gay lovers?” I ask.

“Then I'd get jealous. She needs to be a stranger.” In her bedroom, as Mum watches me, I go through her underwear drawer, looking for something sexy to wear. I try on her tap pants and matching camisole, but they're a bit too big. A short sheer chemise looks better, especially with brightly coloured knickers showing through.

“I know!” Mum suddenly cries, excitedly, “we'll create a website showing you in sexy undies. We'll have to be careful, staying clear of child pornography, but I think I can make you look sexy without falling foul of the law. We could call it 'Misty's Magic' or something.”

“How about 'Misty and Mum'? You look hot in your scanties.”

“No, we want the attention to be wholly on you. First thing we should do is go on the internet and buy some provocative underwear that will fit you.”

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It's amazing how many sites on the internet are devoted to sexy lingerie. Mum and I spend hours, scrolling through pictures of models in provocative undies. Some of them are just lifeless mannequins, especially in ads for crothless knickers, but many are real models, who are cleanly shaved under the more translucent items.

This is what we settle on: a white silk chemise, a pair of tap pants with a matching camisole, two pairs of boy shorts in different colours made entirely of lace, a variety of scanty knickers in varying degrees of sheerness and one pair that are so transparent, their presence can only be detected by the white flowers scattered on them, and a pair of crotchless knickers, split from front to back. We add a tiny training bra and a crop top that has a band of lace across the bottom. But the most exciting item is a set of white stockings and a suspender belt with matching knickers and bra which are nothing more than tiny triangles connected with tapes.

Mum takes dozens of pictures as I model everything. We have to be careful to avoid straying into the child porn area, so the crotchless knickers are shot from the side and in the ones through which my cunt is visible my thighs are pressed together so my cunt doesn't show (much as I want it to). We create a website, selecting the sexiest poses I can manage without breaking the law (we hope). Mum scrolls through it repeatedly, staring at the screen, her excitement visible on her face. She seems as eager to show me off as I am to display myself. We compose text extolling my “virtues” and add our email address, inviting viewers who'd like more pictures to contact us, provided they include a picture of themselves.

The response is overwhelming, literally hundreds of emails from all over the world, which is gratifying but they take us hours to process. We reject all men and all women who are for one reason or another, unattractive. That's about ninety five percent of them. We respond to attractive young women, asking them where they live. Who knows how many women have clicked on me and lingered, enjoying my sexuality? Finally, we narrow it down to two, who live in the London area.

One is a twenty year whose picture shows her naked, standing with one foot up on a stool, revealing her cleanly shaved cunt. Her short hair and tiny boobs give her a kind of Peter Pan eternal youth look, that kind of androgynous body that many lesbians go for. Her name is Heather and she's a medical student. The other, believe it or not, is only thirteen, shown in her school uniform, lifting the front of her skirt up to show off her white cotton knickers. “I'm Bunty,” she writes. “This is the only picture I could find at short notice. I think you're beautiful and I just LOVE your undies. Mine are boring, sorry.” We email them back giving our phone number and within an hour, they've both called us.

Heather, busy with studies, can only make it on Sunday afternoon, but Bunty has a date tonight with a friend to see a film which she'll cancel without telling her parents.

“I can't wait to see you for real in those undies,” she enthuses.

“I'll let you try them on for yourself,” I assure her and I can almost hear her excitement. I decide I'll greet her fully clothed and undress for her, a kind of junior strip tease.

“What will you wear, Mum?”

“Does it matter? I'll be leaving her alone with you.”

“But at some point, I want you to join in the fun. Maybe she goes for older women. Wear your sexiest stuff under a bath robe, for quick access. We could make this a threesome, three sexy females in erotic underwear; wow, I'm getting excited already.”

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When Bunty arrives, I'm wearing a classic little black dress, not too short, fitting my slender frame nicely. I open the door for her and right away, I'm struck by her beauty. Slim, like me, she has slightly bigger boobs and her hips curve nicely. I introduce her to Mum who gushes over her, giving her a quick hug and we sit down, getting to know each other.

“You look older on your website,” Bunty tells me, “but I still think you're gorgeous.” Mum smirks. It turns out that Bunty likes dogs, swimming and romance novels.

“I can show you where to look on the internet for erotic short stories,” Mum said.

“Leave it, Mum. We can talk about that later. Would you like to come upstairs, Bunty, and see my collection of undies?” Her face lights up, I take her hand and lead her to Mum's bedroom, where all my new lingerie is laid out on the double bed. I sit Bunty on a chair, unzip my dress and let it pool round my ankles. She gasps. I'm wearing the stockings and suspender belt outfit with the skimpy knickers and micro bra. Her eyes are like saucers.

“What are you wearing?” I ask. She blushes.

“Just my school stuff. I don't have anything sexy like yours.”

“Let me see.” She takes off her shirt and skirt and stands, looking self conscious in plain white cotton knickers and a simple bra.

“Not very sexy, I'm afraid,” she says, apologetically.

“On the contrary, I think you look amazing. To me, any kind of knickers are thrilling.” Mine are just two tiny triangles, connected with ribbons, tied at my hips. “Pull the bows,” I tell her and my knickers fall to the floor, leaving my cunt in full view. She gazes at it, enthralled. A warm glow starts in my cunt and spreads through my tummy. I unhook my skimpy bra and toss it aside. I wish my boobs were bigger, but she seems to like them. I unhook the suspenders and take the belt off, then sit and the bed, lean back, propped up by my arms, and spread my stocking covered legs. “Take a nice long look,” I tell her. “There's nothing I like more than having girls look at my cunt.” She looks surprised at my use of the “C” word. “I even let my Mum look at it. She loves it!” She stares at it, unable to tear her gaze away.

“I suppose you want to see mine,” she says, standing up and pulling her knickers down. Her cunt is a little more developed than mine, with small lips, a visible clit and a tiny triangle of hair just above. My heart begins to race as I gaze at her. She takes her bra off and her tits are bigger than mine, almost fully developed. “I got my first period last week,” she says, proudly.

“You're adorable, Bunty. Absolutely stunning! I hope you love being naked as much as I do.”

“I'm beginning to like it,” she confesses, sitting back down with her legs carelessly spread. I can't take my eyes off her.

“Would you like to try these stocking on?” I ask. “Take them off me and I'll put them on you.” She jumps to her feet and kneels before me, rolling them down my legs. I take them from her, sit her on the bed and smooth them up her thighs, my hands traveling a bit higher than necessary. She knows exactly what I'm doing and laughs.

“You want to touch my cunt, don't you?” My expression answers her question. “On one condition: that you let me touch yours.” I press my hand between her legs and she does the same to me. Electric thrills run through me.

“I'm gay,” I confide, rather unnecessarily.

“Me, too. How about your Mum?”

“She's totally into women and girls. She's gonna love you, Bunty! But now I want you to try on everything that's on the bed. Do you mind if I take pictures?”

For the next ten minutes, I'm treated to the most exciting show I've ever seen as one by one, she dons my knickers and tops, the chemise, the tap pants and camisole. Naked again, she puts on the crotchless knickers, and unties the tiny bow that holds the front closed, pulling them open to display her cunt. I take a picture of every outfit and, in between, pictures of her naked, not posed, just shot from the hip. Finally, she puts on the suspender belt, bra and knickers that I started out with.

“Will you let my Mum see you in that?”

“Of course. She can see me in anything she chooses.”

“Or nothing?” She smiles and I open the door and call down to Mum. “Come on up, Mum and see the world's sexiest teenager!” In seconds, she's there, gazing at Bunty with a hungry look on her face.

“Oh, my God!” she gasps, “you're fucking adorable! Almost sexier than my little Misty!”

“Would you like to see me in all this other stuff?” Bunty asks, eagerly.

“Yes! Yes!” Bunty slowly and seductively takes everything off and models each garment, posing provocatively for us to take pictures, but now her nude poses are deliberately erotic, flaunting her cunt for us. When she's modeled everything, I pull the belt of Mum's robe and drag it off her shoulders. She's wearing a sheer slip with her big nipples showing through and a pair of see-through knickers that might as well not exist for all they hide. Standing behind her, I slide her shoulder straps off and the front of her slip falls, revealing her full breasts with her nice big nipples. With my hands on her hips, I push the slip to the floor and she steps out of it. Bunty's gaze is riveted on her and Mum twerks like a teenager, proudly showing off her magnificent mature body.

“Take her knickers off, Bunty,” I command and the now naked girl kneels before Mum and pulls them down. Mum steps back as I hand my phone to Bunty so she can take a picture, first full figure, then a close up of Mum's big floppy cunt lips.

“You're gorgeous, Mrs. Meadow!” she declares.

“Call me Mum. Now I have two little girls, and though I can't touch one of them, I can have naughty thoughts about the other.” We giggle.

“I imagine Bunty's having naughty thoughts about you, Mum.”

“Or you, Misty.” she says, eyeing my nakedness as I lie on the bed, one knee raised, airing my cunt.

“We touched each other a few moments ago,” I reveal. “She's as gay as we are, aren't you, Bunty?” She smiles in agreement.

“Then you should both kiss,” says Mum.

“On the lips?” Bunty asks.

“Depends which lips,” Mum says, “if it were me, Bunty, I'd go for her cunt lips. See how wet she is! Unfortunately, I'm her Mum and I'm not allowed to.”

“You can kiss mine,” Bunty says. She seems to have instantly developed a powerful attraction to my gorgeous mother but what really surprises me is her boldness, offering her cunt to an adult woman she met less than an hour ago. Mum looks at me and I smile and nod my approval. This I gotta see! Bunty sits on the edge of the bed and lies back, her legs invitingly parted and Mum is instantly down on her knees, her face buried between the girl's thighs, her tongue going to work as she licks and sucks at that darling little cunt.

I've often wondered what it'd be like to have Mum eat my pussy, and now I'm seeing her in action, I have a powerful desire to be in Bunty's place, but I know Mum will not let me. This guilt thing has her in its grip. Bunty's hips are thrusting up to meet Mum and I lean over and kiss her little nipples, feeling them get hard, like pencil erasers. Mum lifts her head and sees me, then gets to her feet and gazes at us both. See must be able to see the lust in my eyes.

“Your turn, Misty. Go for it! Eat her tasty pussy; you're gonna love it!” In a second my head is between her thighs, my mouth on her cunt, my tongue doing all those things I see on lesbian porn sites, licking and sucking, probing with my tongue and playing with her clit with my fingers. This is my first time, my initiation into the delights of cunnilingus, eating my first pussy, amazed at how thrilling it is. It's not long before she cums with a loud cry, clamping my head between her thighs as Mum cries her approval. I lift my head and look at Bunty, her face wet with tears of joy.

“Oh, she liked it, Misty! She fucking LOVED it! It's your turn now. Lie down and spread those lovely thighs of yours and let Bunty send you to heaven.” Ten seconds later, I'm there, up in the clouds, my cunt throbbing with joy as Bunty's tongue goes to work on me, but equally thrilling is seeing Mum, standing by the bed, watching it all, her phone in one hand as she takes pictures, her other hand between her thighs, masturbating unashamedly. I feel deliciously dirty, slutty, whoreish, lying with my legs splayed, my fingers playing with my nipples. It isn't long before I cum, my orgasm exploding, the fire spreading from my cunt through my whole body and I let out a long, high wail. My legs clamp on Bunty's head and my hips thrust upwards. Mum's face is alight with joy.

“Jesus, Misty! That was the most erotic thing I've ever watched in my whole life. Well done, Bunty, you've made my little girl happy.” When I have my breath back, we all sit on the bed and look at the pictures we've taken. It's a gallery of the most lascivious displays of nakedness and lewd behaviour that one could imagine. Mum and I are going to be enjoying these pictures long into the future.

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Heather, the other girl whom we'd selected, arrives as expected on Sunday afternoon. We invite her in, sit her down and after a short and interesting chat we show her the pictures we took with Bunty, which have now been downloaded to our computer and are being displayed on our fifty inch TV. Her jaw drops.

“Oh, my God, she's so fucking sexy!” she declares. She seems more interested in the pictures than she is in me, even though I'm wearing the short silk chemise under which is a pair of see-through knickers. Mum has her bathrobe on and who-knows-what underneath. Heather scrolls through them a second time, ignoring me. Mum and I look at each other. This is turning out to be a disappointment. I know Mum wants me to have sex with an older girl and Heather is quite attractive in her short sun dress, but she's more focused on the screen than on me.

Unexpectedly, the doorbell rings, Mum goes to see who's there and believe it or not, it's Bunty.

“I hope you don't mind; perhaps I should've phoned first.”

“No, it's fine. Come on in and meet Heather. She responded to our website, the only other person we selected.” When Heather sees Bunty in the flesh, her face lights up with joy.

“Oh, my God, it's you!” she gasps. “We're just looking at your pictures.” At this moment, on the huge screen, Bunty is sitting naked on the end of the bed, pulling a stocking up one leg, which is raised, her heel on the edge of the bed, her cunt deliciously displayed, an inviting smile on her face. We're all aroused by this pictures, none more than Mum. Bunty looks at herself on the screen, then back at Heather who seems to be transfixed, her jaw agape. It's obvious to us that she's instantly fallen for the younger girl and the magnetic attraction seems to be reciprocated. I look at Mum, who shrugs her shoulders.

“Why waste time messing about,” she says. “It's obviously lust at first sight between you two. Why don't you go up to my room and . . . well, just let things happen.” Bunty's face lights up and without hesitating, takes Heather's hand and leads her upstairs.

“Well, that was a bit of an anticlimax,” Mum says. “Here we are, just us two, all half dressed and nowhere to go.”

“We have each other,” I point out, tugging at the belt of her robe. It falls open, revealing her nakedness, her cunt cleanly shaved for the occasion, her nipples erect from watching the pictures. I find my phone and take a picture, then lift my chemise over my head. Mum grabs the phone and takes a shot of me in the see-through knickers, then another after I've taken them off. I fall to my knees in front of her and push her thighs apart, gazing at her cunt, so much bigger and more interesting than mine.

“No, Misty, this is wrong!” she says, trying to push me away, but her efforts are half hearted. I lean in and take her lips between my forefingers and thumbs, spreading them out and gazing at the vast area of moist pink flesh and the dark cavern of her cunt. I wish I were just a few inches tall so I could crawl inside her, but my hand will have to do. I feel her relax and know she's surrendered. First, three fingers, then my whole hand disappear inside her and I start to fuck her with my fist, plunging deeper with each stroke. I look up at her and see the love in her eyes.

“I'm going to make you cum, Mum, and then I'm going to put my face into this magnificent cunt and make you cum again, and after that I'm going to lie on this couch, spread my legs as wide as they'll go and you can do anything you like to me.”

It turns out that my Mum is an even better cunt licker than Bunty.

The end