Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2019 16:29:51 -0800 From: Misty Meadow Subject: My Mum's Knickers Mum by Misty Meadow I'm bored! I'm home alone, because Mum is at a dinner party at a neighbour's house, there's nothing worth watching on TV, I've read all my library books and none of my friends are answering my texts. I wander into my Mum's bedroom for no particular reason and stand, looking at myself in her full length mirror. I'm tall for a twelve year old and really slender. Mum says I have that perfect "gymnast" figure so I'll grow up to be a ballerina or a super model, but I'd prefer to have a nice pair of boobs and curvy hips. I know that when my periods start, my body will fill out, but for the moment, I'm just a skinny prepubescent kid with an elfin face, pretty enough in its own way and when I grin Mum says I remind her of a street urchin, bent on some mischief. "I just LOVE the way you look," she said recently as we stood side by side in front of this same mirror. My dad (who left us, years ago) was tall, and she's petite, which is why, at the age of twelve, I'm as tall as she is, so that we often borrow each other's dresses. I see her laptop on the dressing table and I sit and open it in the faint hope that maybe she hasn't shut it down properly and I can surf some porn. To my delight, it opens right up to her "start" page. She's forgotten to shut it down. I click on "pictures" and see a list of files. One of them is titled "Sis and me". I open it. Suddenly my whole world changes. I know that Mum is a bit gay; bisexual, I think they call it. She has dates with women (but no men, I suddenly realise) but I'm not ready for what I now see. The first picture is of two schoolgirls, about my age, standing side by side smiling at the camera. They're wearing summer school uniforms, namely pale blue gingham dresses with white collars and cuffs and knee high socks. I recognize Mum and her twin sister Grace. Nothing remarkable here, but the next picture is different. The girls are holding each other's dresses up to expose their white cotton knickers; they're nothing special, just plain white cotton like my own. But it's the fact that each is allowing the other to expose her undies to the camera (and the watching world), and evidently quite happy to be doing so, that sets my pulse racing. Their smiles are even more dazzling than in the first picture. The third picture sets my heart racing. The dresses have gone and there they are in just their knickers and socks, facing each other, standing close and each has a hand down the front of the other's knickers. Oh, Mum, I think to myself, I never imagined that you did stuff to your own sister. Gay sex is one thing (quite an exciting thing as it happens) but fingering your own sister? Isn't that incest? Isn't it illegal? The next is even more thrilling. They're laughing, each trying to pull the other's knickers off. I can see Mum's tinkle. Like mine, it's hairless. The next shows them both facing the camera again with their knickers round their knees, their tinkles in full view. I scroll on, eager to see more. Now they're sitting down, taking their socks off, legs widely splayed to deliberately show off their tinkles. The remaining pictures show them both totally naked, in a variety of shameless poses, blatantly displaying their tinkles to each other and to the camera and in every one, I can see from the expressions on their faces, that they're loving every minute of it. There are about twenty pictures in all, each "dirtier" than the last. The last, and most extreme, shows them on hands and knees on the carpet, facing away from the camera, upper bodies lowered and bums raised to reveal both their orifices, as they look over their shoulders at the camera, smiles even bigger than before. I scroll through them a second time, taking my time, lingering over each picture and I feeling my gut churning with excitement. Oh, Mum, I think to myself, who'd have thought it? Being a lesbian is fine, in my view, in fact seeing as I have no interest in boys whatsoever, I might well grow up to be gay as well, whatever, fine by me, but fingering your own twin sister -- well, that's a bit over the top. Is this incest? Or is incest only between a father and daughter for example? Is it incest if it's your sister? I know that sex within the same family is taboo, because it can lead to birth defects, but sisters can't get each other pregnant, so what harm could it do? Now I'm still bored, but strangely excited at the same time. On a whim, I open her closet. A row of hanging dresses takes up most of the space and a stack of shelves up one side holds folded pants, socks, and her underwear. I carefully lift her undies out and lay them on the bed. There are half a dozen pairs of white cotton knickers, just like my own, but what opens my eyes is the collection of flimsy, lacy, sexy panties, many of them perfectly sheer. Although I sometimes see Mum partially dressed, I've never seen her in any of these knickers. I pick a pair at random. They're flimsy briefs made of some man-made fibre, with lace panels up the sides and the front is an area of perfectly transparent material with no liner at the crotch. I just gotta try them on. I unzip my dress and let it fall, then look at myself in the mirror once more. There I am, skinny little Misty, my preteen body showing my ribs. I don't look very sexy, but maybe Mum's knickers will change that. I slide my own off and step out of them. I catch them with one toe, flick them up in the air and catch them, then, out of habit, hold them to my face and inhale. Yes, I'm a dedicated knicker sniffer. Aren't you? I toss them aside and pull on the other pair. Oh, my God, you can see my tinkle, as clearly as if I had no knickers on at all. I put my hands on my bum cheeks and thrust my hips forward. "Look, Mum," I say to the mirror, "aren't I sexy?" The mirror is silent. I imagine my school friends, the whole class, are looking at me. Some of them have mocked me in the past because I'm a late developer but now I have my revenge. "Look at me, girls! How do you like my sexy new knickers! Am I sexy or what?" Again the mirror doesn't answer me. I look on the bed again and select another pair, holding them up to inspect them. These are crotchless, split from the waist at the front, right down and up to the waist at the back, all edged with lace. I take off the first pair and pull them on. Standing in front of the mirror again, I pull the front open to expose my tinkle. If they could talk, the knickers would say, "Take a good long look at Misty's tinkle. Isn't she sexy?" Just at that moment the bedroom door opens and Mum steps into the room. Shit! She's home early. "What are you doing?" she asks, staring at me. I let the gap of the crotchless knickers close and try to think of a good reason to be in her room trying on her undies. "Why are you wearing my knickers?" "I got bored," I said. She sees the laptop on the dressing table, still opened at the last picture of her and her sister, as they kneel, offering their rear ends to the world. "Oh, my God! You've been in my computer!" She slams the lid shut. I know I'm in trouble. "I was just curious. You left it in "sleep" mode and I just happened to . . . " "Search through it! It's private, Misty. You should know better than to invade my privacy like that. How many of those pictures did you see?" "All of them. Mum, you were awesome back then! So was Aunt Grace." "You can't tell anyone about what you've seen, Misty, okay?" "I've no intention of telling anyone, Mum. Your secret is safe with me." She sits on the end of her bed and I step up close to her. "Are you angry with me?" "Yes, because you shouldn't have snooped." "I'm sorry, Mum but are you mad because I saw the pictures?" She hesitates. "I guess not. Did they surprise you?" "At seeing you and Aunt Grace fingering each other? Surprised, yes, but shocked, not really. You both look so sexy. I think I might like to be a lesbian when I grow up, but I don't have a sister to practice on." She laughs. "Don't worry. You're beautiful enough to attract any partner you want." I look at myself in the mirror again. "But I don't have any . . ." ". . . Tits? Won't be long now and you'll have a nice pair like mine, and you'll soon have hair round your cunt, though I shave mine off." I'm kinda shocked at her use of the "C" word. "But don't be in too much of a hurry to grow up; I like you just the way you are." I laugh. "In your knickers?" "You do look sexy, I have to admit." Oh, my God, Mum just called me "sexy". She no longer seems mad at me. "Did you try any others on?" "Just these." I pick up the first pair and hold them up. "Put them on. I wanna see what you look like." I slide the crotchless ones off and step into the others, pulling them up high so they form a camel toe. "Oh, nice!" she crows. "I can see your cunt perfectly." Emboldened, I ask, "Will you buy me some knickers like these?" "No need. Just borrow any knickers you want, or any of my undies for that matter, just as long as I get to see you in them." I'm quite astonished at what Mum is hinting at; she wants to see me in sexy undies! Awesome! "What are you wearing?" I ask. She stands and lifts the front of her little black dress. She's wearing a pair of pale blue boy-shorts made entirely of lace, which hide nothing. "Oh, they're precious," I gush. "I can see your . . . " " . . Cunt." She finishes my sentence. "I'm gonna tell you something that very few people know. I LOVE showing my cunt off to other girls. It makes me feel all tingly inside. That's why most of those knickers are see-through, or revealing on one way or another. I let my girlfriends look up my dress." I giggle. "Yes, ever since I was a little girl like you, I've let people look up my skirt." Eager to ingratiate her, I say, "Me too. Only girls, though. Boys suck." "For me, it's a huge turn on." She lets her dress fall, then turns and says, "Unzip me, please." I drag her zipper down and pull the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She wearing white thigh high stockings with lacy tops, and a bra that matches her knickers and allows me to see her nipples. "Now YOU look sexy, Mum!" I say emphatically. "But this looks better, don't you think?" She turns to face me and she's slid her knickers down to just above her knees and she spreads her feet so that the knickers are stretched from thigh to thigh. I gaze at her big, floppy cunt lips and her large clit, willing displayed for my benefit. "Your aunt used to like me like this." "I can see why." She laughs and closes her legs so that her knickers fall then she sits on the end of the bed and takes them from round her ankles. She rolls the stockings down, lifting one leg at a time to take them off, giving me an unobstructed view of her cunt (as I've now decided to call it) then picks up the knickers that I'd been wearing when I came into the room and puts them on, lifting her hips to pull them over her bum. "Why are you wearing MY knickers?" I ask. "Well, you're wearing mine, so . . . don't you think it's kinda intimate, wearing each other's stuff?" She looks down at herself. "My cunt is nestling just where yours was a few minutes ago. It feels kinda sexy." Wow, she's acting really without any inhibitions at all. "In that case, Mum, I'm gonna wear those lacy boy shorts you just took off." Before I can pull the sheer ones down, she reaches out and slides them down for me. I let her take them from round my ankles and stand there, allowing her to look at my naked body. I feel so sexy! Then I pick up the boy shorts and hand them to her. She holds them open for me to step into and pulls them up to mid thigh. "Don't move," she commands and grabs her phone from the pocket of her little black dress which is lying on the floor. She takes a picture of me. We look at the result and I have to admit, I look deliciously "dirty", happy to be showing off my cunt so happily, as my smile attests. "Oh, Misty!" she murmurs, "you're gonna make a lot of girls very happy when you're a bit older." "But you must've been about my age when you took those pictures of you and Aunt Grace. Why do I have to wait until I'm older?" "Good point," she says. "Now that you mention it, I don't see why you shouldn't have sex with other girls, if that's what you want." "Oh, Mum, I do." I feel that as she's been very forthcoming and honest with me, I should be the same and tell her exactly how I feel. "I think about some of my school friends when I'm in bed at night and I . . . " ". . . Touch yourself? All girls do that. I do it, even now, if there's no one to touch me." Oh, my God, Mum has just confessed that she masturbates. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Masturbation is so awesome why would anyone not do it? I pull her knickers all the way up, and put my hand between my legs, pressing the lacy material against my cunt. Mum sees this and does the same. Even in my plain white cotton knickers she still looks so sexy, even though I can't see her cunt. "Wanna see my tits?" she asks. "YES!" I cry. She reaches back and unhooks her bra, letting it slide down her arms. Her tits are quite small and firm and don't droop at all, and are capped by big, brown nipples. She leans back, taking her body weight on her arms, her legs spread in a very unlady-like pose. I sit beside her, gazing at her body. My heart is racing and for a moment I wonder if there's something really wrong with me. Little girls of my age are not supposed to be aroused by the sight of their partially naked mothers, but I simply can't help feeling excited. "Touch them," she says. I reach out my hand and cup one breast. I can feel the nipple harden against the palm of my hand. I squeeze her boob then pinch her nipple and I hear her take in a sharp breath. "Oh, Misty, this feels so good! Kiss them! Kiss my titties, yes, like that. Bite me. Do it harder!" "It must hurt." "Yes, but it's worth it for the excitement. Suck on them! Oh, this is just like it was when you were a little baby and I fed you with my milk. It was exciting even back then." I sit up and look at her with amazement. It seems I'm not the only one who has something wrong with her. My own mother is encouraging me to sexually arouse her. Now, what little inhibition I had has gone out of the window and I'm willing to do just about anything with her. "Take my knickers off," she commands, and in a flash I'm down between her legs, tugging her knickers (my knickers) down her legs and off her feet. They're damp at the crotch so I bunch them and press them to my face and inhale the faint aroma of sex. She laughs. "Oh, you're a knicker sniffer, too? Oh, how precious!" She sits up and I let her pull the boy shorts off me, which she dutifully sniffs, though I haven't worn them long enough for them to absorb my odour. "I have one particular pair that I want you to try on," she says. "Now where are they?" She sorts through the pile of knickers and finds a pair that are unlike anything I've ever seen, or imagined, before. She holds them up. I see what looks like a broad belt made of white lace, about four inches wide. A string of pearls hangs from the front, in a loop, connected to the back. "Oh, I LOVE them!" I cry. "They're so . . ." ". . . Fucking dirty?" She suggests. "Yes, they are." "Let me try them on, please." "No," she says, "me first." She stands and slides them up her legs until the "belt" is round her waist and the pearls are snugly embraced by her cunt lips. I grab the phone and take a picture. She sits on the bed, leans back and spreads her legs. I take another picture of what must be the most depraved posing I've ever seen or even imagined. "My turn," I say, kneeling in front of her and pulling them down. She takes them from me and with her thighs still spread wide, slowly pushes the pearls up her cunt. When they're all inside her, she stuffs the "belt" inside herself, for good measure. Then she slowly pulls everything out and to my astonishment and delight, tilts her head back, opens her mouth and lets the pearls fall in. She sucks on them, making appreciative grunts, then takes them out. I try to grab them from her but she jerks them away and stuffs them inside herself again. She lies back on the bed, an inch of white lace protruding from her cunt, and smiles at me. "Now it's your turn, Misty." I take hold of the lace and slowly pull it from her. The pearls pop out, two at a time until they're free. Mum is watching me intently and I know what to do. I want to be as naughty as she is, as "dirty" as I can be. I open my mouth and suck the pearls in. The taste of her cunt juice is thrilling! "Oh, Misty, you're just as naughty as I am." She takes a picture of me, white lace hanging out of my mouth, then another of my naked body and invites me to lie down beside her. With her fingertips, she starts caressing me from shoulders to knees, so gently that her touch feels like a feather, circling my tiny nipples, then down to my belly button and beyond, down towards my cunt is eagerly waiting. She hesitates, then her hand moves up again, back to my "tits", such as they are, and pinches them. I press my hip against her and her hand moves down again until it finally reaches the gates of heaven. "May I?" she asks. "YES!" I cry. "Do it, Mum! Touch my cunt." "You're gonna love this," she says, pressing her finger along the length of my slit, sliding it up and down, feeling my wetness, then pushing her middle finger deep into me. I gasp, my cunt on fire. I spread my legs as wide as they'll go, just to let her know that I'm all hers and she can do anything she likes to me. "Your hymen's broken, I see," she says, "by your fingers, I imagine." "The handle of my hair brush," I tell her. She laughs. "I used to use mine the same way, when I wasn't stuffing it up Grace, that is." "Can I touch you, Mum? I ask, hoping against hope. "My cunt? You bet! You can touch it, kiss it, lick it, or fuck me with my dildo, anything you like, Misty." "You have a dildo?" "Look in the drawer of the bedside table." I find a fake cock, about eight inches long, looking very realistic, except that it's black. It even has a pair of balls at its base. I stare at it, then look at Mum, who's now lying on her back. "Shove that motherfucker up my cunt!" she demands. I pop it into my mouth to lubricate it, just as I do with my hairbrush. "I'm wet enough, Misty. Just put it inside me!" I place the tip between her cunt lips and gently push. It slides in with no resistance, almost its entire length. "Fuck me with it!" I piston it in and out, staring with fascination at the depraved sight of my naked mother being fucked by a big, black cock. Mum pinches her own nipples, rolling them between forefinger and thumb, as she grunts and groans. "I wanna make you cum, Mum," I say. "Then take it out and put your hand in." "My hand?" "Yes, your whole hand. Fold your thumb into your palm and you'll find it'll go in, no trouble." She's right. My hand slips inside her quite easily, given that she's dripping wet. When it's all the way in, she reaches down, grabs my forearm and pulls, driving my hand deeper into herself. "Make a fist! Oh, shit, that feels so fucking good! Fuck me, my darling, fuck Mummy's cunt and drive her crazy." Her hips are lunging up to meet my thrusting fist and beads of sweat appear on her brow. Her wet, warm flesh enfolds my hand like a glove and I can feel her cunt muscles gripping and relaxing. With a loud cry, she cums. I slowly pull my fist out, making a slurping noise, and look at it. I'm wet half way up my arm, and I lick it, from fingertips to above my wrist, tasting her delicious cunt juice. It tastes much stronger than my finger does at night when I frig myself. "Oh, Misty, you dirty little slut," she says, a huge smile on her face. I decide that "slut" is a compliment and I smile, proudly. "Can you fist me?" I ask. "No, you're cunt is still too small, but I can lick it. Would you like that?" "Like it? Are you crazy? I'm gonna LOVE it!" Within a couple of seconds, I'm lying on my back with Mum's head between my splayed legs and she's licking me, from my bum hole, up my perineum to my cunt, then up to my tiny, almost invisible clit, setting my whole body on fire. She pushes her tongue into me, then goes back to my clit and with lips firmly pursed, sucks it into her mouth. My orgasm explodes, blowing me into a million pieces that float up to the ceiling then condense again into a little twelve year old girl who lies, naked and exhausted, on her mother's bed. I'd never come that hard before, not even remotely. "I think you enjoyed that," she says. "Would you like to lick mine?" "Oh, more than anything in the world!" I cry. "Then you shall, my love, but first, when you get your breath back, I want you to model my knickers, all of them, while I take pictures of you." I roll off the bed and stand up, randomly selecting a pair of knickers and put them on. They're like bikini briefs, but with very loose legs that have lace round them. They actually hide my cunt, so I pull the crotch to one side as the flash goes off. "Ooh, Grace will like that," she says. "Are you gonna show them to her?" I ask. "Of course. She'll cum in her fucking panties when she sees these. I'm gonna invite her over so she can see you in the flesh. You don't mind, do you?" I don't mind a bit. The End