Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2009 09:14:16 -0700 (PDT) From: curious Subject: Myrtle, Mom and Me I kept getting e-mails to write about fucking my mom and so I've done so. Please keep sending me requests to write about my life and if I continue to get enough of them I will continue to do this. Kissing my nylon stockings for all you wonderful readers pansutorht@yahoo.com Myrtle, Mom, and Me When I sat down to write this story I wasn't sure how to begin telling you all about Myrtle, Mom, and Me. I've received more than a few requests from readers to write about the night I was forced by Myrtle Jean Simms to fuck my own mother but how does someone write about doing that? How do you rationally discuss something as irrational as engaging in an incestuous relationship with your own mom? What is really sickening about fucking my own mother is I liked it! There I said it finally. I liked it! Yes I did and okay so I'm a sicko for admitting this and for most people in this country they would automatically say I'm going to burn in hell and suffer eternal damnation for fucking my mom and enjoying it. But hey the one redeeming item concerning the burning in hell thing is I'm not a fucking Christian. So if I'm not Christian and I don't believe in a Christian hell, how then can someone say I'm going to end up there? As for the sicko part, well I don't really have an answer for that other than to say to each their own concerning what one identifies as pleasure or prevision. It's a lame thing to make a point on but it is actually a valid point to make. Oh it doesn't justify anything or what happened but it would be dishonest to say that what Myrtle made me do to my own mother sexually is something I should find disgusting and shameful. Oh alright the shameful feelings do exist but only when I'm not horny! Good thing for me that I'm horny nearly all of time. I do feel ashamed of what happened between my mother and me at times but more often than not when I think back about what Myrtle made me do to my mom I always end up honestly admitting that I loved being forced to fuck her. For the life of me whenever I'm between lovers, men or women, when I'm so worked up for sex and not getting any, when I'm so horny that the front of nylon panties just get soaked through and through with my hot pussy juices. What I'll do is I'll make sure my son and daughter...oh I forgot I've never mentioned that I have two kids did I...well I do. My son is a handsome young man currently enrolled in college here in Rapid City. His dad Kevin, the jerk, was my first husband. Our son was born in 1989 when I was 22 years old. Adam is a great kid and he has been a joy in my life and I'm so proud of him. His dad and I divorced in 1991. My second husband, Don, is the father of my daughter Dakota. Don and I divorced in 2004 after I caught the bastard at home one night in our bed with another woman. My daughter Dakota is 14 years old and she is the spitting image of me. It's her friend Lexi, I mentioned her in my other story, that I'm currently carrying on with, okay I'll say it, I'm fucking little Lexi. Oh god Lexi is so hot, so sweet and so wonderful. Just mentioning her name gets me wet down there. Since May when I first posted my story about Myrtle, Lexi and I have been carrying on a very, very, wicked and nasty illegal sexual affair with each other. Oh shoot, I didn't want to mention it or write about it but I find this writing about my life and the things I've done so cathartic that I'll admit that since I've been seeing Lexi, well she and I have finally gotten my daughter Dakota involved with our illicit affair. Yes that means that I've crossed a second taboo line now. Not only have I fucked my own mother, but now I have also gotten involved sexually with my own daughter. Look I hadn't planned on it happening, I never considered it happening, and honestly I never desired a sexual relationship with Dakota. But earlier this month, déjà vu, what happened to me as a little girl has now come full circle and on Saturday August 1, 2009 here in my own home in Rapid City, I had forced lesbian nylon stocking sex with my own daughter. It's so strange. Like Myrtle did with my mom, little hot sexy Lexi forced Dakota to fuck me after she tied me up in my bedroom and I lay helpless on my bed. I never suspected Lexi to force Dakota into joining in with us. In fact if Dakota hadn't returned home so unexpectedly that night my illegal affair with Lexi might have remained our little secret. But Dakota's plans to be away that night, she and group of her friend's had gone into the hills for a weekend camping trip, were spoiled due a severe unexpected thunderstorm that rolled in over the weekend. The chaperones for the trip, John and Cindy, were concerned about safety so they gathered the girls up and returned to town. When Dakota came into the house...oh hell that's another story, and one I do want to write about but not now. Like I was saying, fucking my mom was wrong but to be honest here when I'm alone at night; when I feel horny and get so worked up that I just soak the front of my panties through and through, on nights like that what I do is I'll wait until Dakota goes to bed. Bedtime in my house is mandatory and my little girl may be 14 now but she knows she has to be in bed by 10pm. So I'll wait until I know she's sleeping then I'll take a nice soapy shower. I like being clean when I have sex or when I masturbate. After I've dried myself off what I'll do is I'll fix myself up all pretty. I'll go to my dresser, take out a pair of my chocolate colored reinforced heel and toe nylon stockings, my black or red satin and lace garter belt, and if I want too I might put on a white or black colored chemise or even my dark blue bustier. Then once I'm dressed I'll go into my bedroom closet and from its place on my closet shelf I'll get out my old photo album. Since I'm single again I don't have a need to hide my special picture album from a curious husband anymore so I keep my special album hidden by simply hiding it in plane site. Once I have it in hand I just go over to my bed, and from the nightstand I'll take out my precious little dildo, lie down on my bed and with just my nightstand light on I'll recline back on my headboard and with my stocking legs spread apart, my little dildo ready to go. When I'm all settled in I'll open up my album and begin to slowly page through it. As I stare down at the Polaroid photos Myrtle took of me fucking mom, and at photos mom and I took of us having sex with each other. I get to remember those nights I spent with her and I can relive how we fucked each other and how nasty we were with each other. It never takes me long to work myself up into a raging exploding state of lust and excitement as I stare lovingly at all my dirty nasty pictures. I get so horny, so hot, and feel so wicked that I can give myself multiple orgasms viewing my photo album. Every time I get it out for some wicked naughty fun I always end up soaking my bed sheets and staining my mattress with my cum. Whenever I indulge myself like this with my special photo album I like to capture squirts of my own hot juices in my hand and lick it off pretending that its mom's pussy juices I'm taking in my mouth and swallowing down. Heck I've often gotten so worked up taking these magical trips of mine down memory lane that I've been worried on more than one delicious occasion that I've actually woken Dakota a few times. Before this month I was convinced that my daughter never suspected I played with myself like this. I suppose that due to my own naiveté I deluded myself into believing Dakota may have heard me over the years but she never came to check and see what all the moaning and whimpering was about. I guess I just wanted to believe that my daughter would never learn just how nasty her mom gets with herself in her bedroom. I swear on my honor that it never ever crossed my mind that Dakota might hear me pleasuring myself at night or that she might actually get up out of bed and pad softly over to my bedroom door and peek in to see what I was doing. I'd always believed that my little private moments in my room at night were my little secret but I know better now. When little Lexi brought her into my bedroom and forced her to fuck me, one of the loveliest, sweetest, things my little Dakota said to me just before she knelt down between my spread bound nylon stocking legs was how often she'd heard me fucking myself at night and how much she wished and fantasized about walking in on me and coming to my bed so she could join me and make love to me. Oh my little baby is...oh but I'm getting off topic again. Like I've already written about Myrtle Jean Simms turned me into her hot little lesbian nylon stocking whore the weekend I spent at her house. One of the best things she forced me to endure as we fucked each other during my first weekend at her house was listening to her describe to me how she fucked my mom. I remember how deliciously nasty it felt when she tied me up and as she touched me, kissed me, licked me, probed me, spanked me, fucked me with a strap on and took pictures of me, she never stopped telling me how she did those very same things to my mom. I remember gasping out loud in pure pleasure as she told me how much of a slutty whore she said my mom was. I loved how dirty talking she could be with me and hearing her tell me about her and mom, listening to her just heap verbal abuse on me calling me her little whore, her nasty nylon slut, a fucking little Indian girl cunt bitch, oh wow did I like that stuff. When she compared me to mom, saying I was like her, that I was only good for fucking, I loved every dirty word she said. When Myrtle forced me to look at her sex pictures showing her fucking mom, abusing her sexually, tying her up and inserting dildos into her mouth, her soaking pussy, and deep into her ass, god those pictures of mom's abuse were powerfully fantastic to look at. The emotion I saw on mom's face, the sight of her in those pictures wearing stockings and submitting so brazenly to being sexually dominated by Myrtle, her expressions of lust, fear, humiliation, and loving joy at being so basely used have never left me. Mom's complete and utter submission to Myrtle, her total willingness to be her nylon stocking lesbian sex slave was all there in her dirty pictures. During my weekend at Myrtle's that fucking woman delighted in forcing me to tell her how much I wanted to fuck my mom. Every time she made me tell her that I wanted to fuck my own mommy I would experience a massive muscle tightening shudder throughout my pelvis, one that made my little asshole pucker and my pussy throb. When she forced me to look at her dirty pictures of mom she made me kiss them and tell her that I wanted to be like my mommy and be Myrtle's little Indian girl fuck whore. The night she came and got me is a night I'll never forget. Like I said before it was several weeks after my weekend at Myrtle's. I know it was a Friday and dad was gone for the weekend. I don't remember the why's and where but he was gone. That day mom and I had done our usual things, she went to work and I went to school. Since my weekend at Myrtle's I had begun to see my mom through a different set of eyes. Oftentimes during the day or evening instead of seeing mom as mom so to speak I began catching myself observing her as a very sexual, very beautiful, and very desirable woman. I started to really notice her body and caught myself several times staring at her nylon clad legs admiring the curve of her calf, the delicate shape of her tiny feet, or the firm roundness of her ass underneath her skirt. Mom was a looker. She had a very shapely body and the cut of her dress blouses and dresses emphasized her shape and figure. She had nice very firm breasts that required little support from her bras. I guess I just never saw my mom as a sexually desirable woman before that period in my life, but since Myrtle and I were sneaking around and carrying on with each other my perception of mom had changed dramatically. Myrtle's sexual control over me was increasing and growing more and more controlling every time she and I managed to go off and be alone with each other. Twice she told mom and dad she wanted to take me shopping as an excuse to get me away from home so she could be alone with me. Instead of shopping she drove us to her place. Since it wasn't out of the ordinary for girls to spend an entire day shopping, still isn't by the way, going over to her house for sex instead of shopping was a no brainer. Another time because her son was home she and I went for drive up in the hills. On some back road well off the beaten trail she pulled her car over and we had sex in the back seat. On that day I learned two things about fucking in the back seat of a car. One, when it's two pussy munching nylon lesbians tearing it off the back seat of car isn't the most comfortable place to be. Two, having sex in a car should be a last resort for choosing a location to fuck. Although I loved being bent over the front seat by Myrtle while she tongued my little pussy out and fingered my asshole. I was terrified we were going to be caught by someone passing by. So although I loved how she simply took me I didn't have the best orgasm. Other than those three times Myrtle and I couldn't get away for a sexual rendezvous. Heck there are only so many excuses one can concoct for sneaking off with an underage minor so she can sexually abuse her. So between those three trysts the only other thing Myrtle and me could dare do was take advantage of any opportunities which presented themselves to use moments alone with each other and steal kisses and feels from one another. Most of the time we ended up secretly in each other arms whenever Myrtle came over to our house. I have to admit that I really liked doing this because it was just so exciting. At first we only did it in my bedroom behind my closed door. The thing she made me do during those hurried moments alone was pussy kiss her. Pussy kisses meant getting down on my knees in front of her. Once down she would pull up the hem of her skirt or dress and then she would hook a finger into her panties and move them to one side. She would thrust her pelvis out into my anxious face and as I held her tightly by her nylon stocking clad thighs I would lean forward and kiss her hot moist pussy as deeply as I could. Oh gosh pussy kisses for Myrtle were a staple of our encounters. Licking her, tasting her like that, forced to kneel in front of her like a little whore, just so I could make her feel good for less than 30 seconds, ummm I loved to give her stolen pussy kisses. But before I could pull my head back and stand back up she made sure I also gently placed and brushed my lips across her stocking tops. God I miss pussy kissing. One evening at home after dinner, oh about a week before Myrtle drug me into mom's room, dad was in the bathroom taking a shower. Mom was sitting in the living room and I was coming down our hallway heading towards the kitchen to get something to drink before going to bed. Just before I got to the end of hall where it opened into the living room and dining room Myrtle suddenly came around the corner. Stifling a surprised gasp I stopped short and smiled at her as mom continued talking to her. Taking a step into me Myrtle grabbed me and pressed me up tight against the wall. Seeing the wicked glint she had I felt her turn me so my back was against the wall and making no resistance at all I caught my breath as I felt her right stocking clad leg push between my own. Oh god mom was just around the corner rambling on and totally oblivious to what was happening and I heard Myrtle mutter a muted grunt as she lifted her high heeled foot off the floor and pressed her thigh tightly against my pussy. Then before I could react she kissed me long, deep, and hard, jamming her hot tongue inside my mouth, swirling it around and around. I felt her grab my little breasts and massage them, squeezing me hard and instantly making my tiny nipples pop erect. I was so instantly horny that frankly I didn't care one bit if mom or dad saw us. All I could do was give in to her and accept what she was doing and enjoy it. When she broke our kiss I nearly gasped out loud and probably would have if she hadn't covered my mouth with the palm of her hand. "Shhh," she whispered, and then she placed her lips against my ear. "I want you to do a very naughty and nasty thing sweetie," she said and I felt the tip of her moist tongue trail softly against my earlobe. "Tomorrow when you get home from school I want you to sneak into your mom's bedroom." Speaking ever so softly in my ear I felt her slide her hand down across my tummy and bring it to rest on top of my little pussy. "Get into her dresser drawer honey and steal a pair of her nylon stockings, brown ones," she told me and I felt her dig her fingers into my mound. "Then go to their bed and underneath it is a small black briefcase. It's your dad's. Get the case out and look at all the dirty pictures inside. It's your daddy's nasty pictures of your mom," she whispered and I felt myself spreading my legs apart trying to open myself up to her probing fingers. What she was telling me to do as she fondled me between my legs was so hot and nasty that I held my eyes tightly closed and had to really concentrate on making myself not cry out because I was so hot and worked up. "I want you to get your dad's nasty pictures out and put on your mommies nylon stockings. Then I want you to lie down on their bed and fuck yourself for me," she breathed. "Fuck yourself good and hard and make your little pussy cum honey." Myrtle's voice was so commanding, so powerful, that all I could do was nod my head to show her I understood what she wanted me to do and that I would do it. "Do it honey," she continued. "Do it and then when we're alone you can tell me how sweet and nasty it was to diddle yourself over your mom and dad's nasty pictures." Well I did do what Myrtle wanted. In fact I did it the first chance I got. It took me the whole rest of week before I got my chance but I snuck into mom and dad's bedroom and I went to mom's dresser and rummaged around her panty drawer shifting through all her wonderful hosiery until I found a beautiful stunning pair of town taupe colored reinforced heel and toe stockings. My god mom had fantastic taste in nylons. Her stockings were so lovely and spectacular that as an adult I've had a hard time trying to find the kinds of stockings mom wore. Thank god for the internet now because frankly ordering nylon stockings on line is the only way I can get the kind of nylons mom had. I spent quite some time on mom and dad's bed masturbating over their nasty naughty sex pictures. When I put mom's stockings on I literally felt faint at first as I marveled at how soft, silky, and smooth they were. And the way they made my little feet and legs look, sweet lord I don't have words to describe it. Mom's nylons highlighted every curve in my legs. The darker reinforced toe and heel accented the arch in my foot and I couldn't stop looking at myself. God I was completely lost in another world that day. I took one of her garter belts to hold her stockings up and I simply gasped out loud at how deliciously sensual they felt on my legs as I went over to mom and dad's bed. I knelt down on the floor and nearly tumbled into the bed mattress as the shock of mom's stockings moving along my legs and feet stunned me nearly senseless. I couldn't believe how stimulating her stockings were across my skin. Instantly I felt my pussy swell and I began leaking precum out of me as I rummaged under their bed searching for the briefcase Myrtle said was lying under there. Finding it I got up and onto their bed and opened it. "Holy cow!" I whispered as I stared down at several envelopes stuffed full of pictures dad had taken of him and mom having sex, and other pictures showing mom posing and masturbating for him. I lost all sense of time going through the pictures. I was so excited looking at them and marveling at how beautiful mom looked in her nylon stockings as she serviced dad in so many different positions. God dad had pictures showing him mounting her the old fashion missionary way with mom's beautiful nylon stocking clad legs wrapped around his waist pulling him into her, or sticking up in the air as he pounded away at her. I saw pictures of her down on her hands and knees being taken by dad from behind, pictures of her being mouthed fucked by him, and numerous pictures showing her bound tightly with rope as dad fucked her. Oh gosh she was absolutely gorgeous in those bondage photographs. I was enthralled at how the white rope dad used to tie her up with, how it accented the color of her delicious stockings. Seeing her delicate feet forced together by the rope binding her ankles made my pussy throb. And my god it was so stimulating seeing her stocking thighs bound together that I literally felt tears forming in my eyes as I stared at her in those pictures. In some she just lay bound stretched across their bed with her wrists and elbows tied behind her. In others dad took pictures of her sucking his cock, or he photographed himself fucking her from behind. But in all of those nasty pictures of his mom was looking, always looking directly into the camera. In the other pictures where he hadn't tied her up his photographs of mom and him showed her sucking his cock, jacking him off, and numerous wonderful photos of him cumming on her face. I got so horny and worked up just looking at all of his dirty sex pictures that I actually experienced a completely spontaneous orgasm. Oh god was it pleasurable to have that happen. One minute I was holding a picture showing mom all tied up as dad fucked her and the next thing I know I was experiencing a full body shudder as I came heavily onto their bed spread. I remember I had been rubbing my stocking clad legs together when that happened and I nearly fainted as I cried out in pure pleasure. After that experience I set out to really have myself a good time. Taking several of the pictures I spread them out across mom and dad's bed and I positioned myself on my hands and knees over them. Holding myself upright with my left arm I reached down between my legs and began to stroke and rub my pussy with my right hand. As I let my eyes travel across the photographs beneath me, taking in the images of mom servicing dad, posing for him and fucking herself for him with a large dildo I made myself cum so hard masturbating over them that I squirted my orgasm across the top of their bed and onto their headboard. That climax was so powerful and intense that I actually collapsed and lay curled up into a tight ball gasping for air. My sweet Jesus did I ever have fun that day. Afterwards when I finished getting myself off on mom and dad's nasty pictures twice more I reluctantly climbed off their bed. My whole body was trembling as I stumbled over to mom's vanity and sat down in her vanity chair to catch my breath and regain control of myself. I felt completely sated and physically and emotionally I was exhausted by what I'd done. Yet every time I moved my legs or feet even the slightest bit mom's beautiful nylon stockings sent waves of deliciously sweet tingling sensations directly up into my sweet young pussy. Across from mom's vanity mounted on her bedroom wall was a full length mirror and I found myself staring at my reflection in it. Remember I was only 13 years old back then and although my body wasn't fully mature I was still in possession of nice budding womanly figure. Naked except for mom's stockings and garter belt I admired how pretty I looked in her things and so I began to pose for myself. I did several different things such as standing up and twirling around, or I used mom's chair as a prop to rest my pretty stocking feet on, or climbed up on it to drape myself over it and look back over my should to stare at my naked ass and pussy. I also ended up masturbating again as I spread my legs apart resting them up and over the arm rests. I watched myself in the mirror stroking and fingering my little pussy and I listened to myself as I called out my wicked and sinful desires to have my mommy kiss, lick, and suck my swollen little pussy. One of the nicest things I did, well nice for me that is with all things being relative, was I fantasized about what it would be like to suddenly have mom walk in on me and see me being so wickedly wanton in her nylon stockings. Would she find me sexy? Would she like me like that, wearing her nylons and being so nasty with myself? My fantasy was mom would love to find her wicked naughty little girl like that. She would love to find me wearing her nylons. What I imagined her doing was what Myrtle had done to me. She would come in and see me like that and it would make her angry to find me that way. She would see her daughter being so wicked that she would be forced to punish me for it and in her anger she would force me to fuck her. She would spank me and cuss on me. She would be mean and all powerful and as the site of me being so wicked in her nylons excited her I imagined my mom sexually assaulting me. Oh god did I make myself cum again as I fantasized about me and mom wearing nylon stockings and fucking and sucking each other. It was so exciting to fantasize about her that I came again and then I actually did pass out. How long I blacked out for I don't know. But when I came to I was slumped down in mom's vanity chair and frankly my head was spinning as I slowly regained my senses. I was a wreck and I knew it. Emotionally I found it distressful to end my naughty time in mom and dad's room. I didn't want to bring that special time to an end but all good things must come to an end. Forcing myself to get up and clean up any evidence of what I had done in their bed and on mom's chair. I gathered up all of my parent's lovely nasty pictures and returned them to the briefcase. Replacing it under the bed where I found it I set about wiping up my little girl cum from their bedspread and wiped off their headboard. The seat on mom's vanity chair however wasn't so easy to clean. My little girl cum stained the cover and although I scrubbed it hard the cum stain couldn't be completely removed. Knowing mom would see it but unable to do anything about it I returned her chair to its position in front of her vanity. As for mom's nylon stockings and her garter belt. Well I those I kept. I did what Myrtle commanded me to do and I stole them and hid them away in my bedroom underneath my mattress. I hated to take mom's nylons off but as I slide them slowly down my legs and off my feet I promised myself from the bottom of my heart that I would put them on and play with myself again on the first chance I got. That evening during dinner is when dad announced that he would be going out of town the following day. Like I said already I don't remember the why or where, I just remember he was gone. Anyway the next day after I hugged dad goodbye and basically just had an ordinary day. Remember earlier I wrote that it was déjà vu my experience with Lexi bringing my daughter Dakota into my bedroom and forcing her to fuck me. Well it wasn't just getting forced fucked by my daughter that was déjà vu it was also the weather outside. I've written how Dakota was out camping and due to an unexpected thunderstorm her camping trip was cut short and her and her girl friends were returned home. Well the night Myrtle forced me to fuck mom the weather outside was just as bad. A raging thunderstorm hit town that night. Early in the evening it began raining really hard outside. As the local news and weather came on severe thunderstorm warnings were being broadcast over and over again and at some point in the evening our phone rang and mom went to answer it. When she finished the call that's when she told me that Myrtle would be coming over to spend the night with us as she was a bit scared and nervous of the bad weather front that was building up. So mom said Myrtle would be joining us for dinner and in all likelihood spending the night with us if the weather didn't die down. Hearing the news that she would be coming over was exciting for me because I was thinking that there would surely be a time or two during the evening before I had to go bed where Myrtle and I would get a few minutes alone with each other and I would be able to tell her about my time in mom and dad's room and that I'd done as she asked, I'd stolen a pair of mom's nylon stockings and was hiding them in my bedroom. Of course it also pleased me to think that at some point in the evening I would also be able to give my mature nylon stocking lover a nice, deep, wonderful pussy kiss. But after she arrived at our place and we had dinner. Well honestly, nothing happened between us. Myrtle and I were never alone and if I'm recalling it right, I do think I was getting angry at her because it did seem like she was more or less ignoring me. When mom finally sent me to bed I admit I was really feeling pissed off. Not once during the entire evening, even when mom used the bathroom, not once did Myrtle come see me or try to molest me. I was so mad that when I did go to bed I just tossed and turned for a time and just listened to the storm outside. It was raining really, really, hard and the wind was blowing strong and driving the rain. Lighting flashes were crisscrossing the sky like crazy and there was a constant rumbling and cracking of thunder. On more than one occasion you could hear the sky sizzle over our house as lighting shot overhead and when the thunderclap following the lighting went off some of them were so loud and strong they actually rattled the windows. God it was a hell of a storm and usually I'm never afraid of thunderstorms, in fact I enjoy them and when they hit at night as I go to bed I love to just lie there in bed and fall asleep listening to the rain and thunder going off. But that night I have to admit that I was feeling scared because the power of this particular storm was an amazing thing to experience. To help me deal with the anxiousness I felt that night due to the storm before I got into bed I turned on a small lamp I had on my dresser and draped a thin t-shirt over its shade to dull the light it cast. I did so in order to make my little lamp into a nightlight of sorts. Once I did this I undressed, donned my nighty and climbed into bed. Since I knew Myrtle and mom were lovers I was fully aware that she and her were going to be fucking each other that night and that really did piss me off. Look 13 year old girls are, and I was, irrational creatures. Life centers around us and little young girls like I was back then really only have one concern and that is being the center of attention. So you can imagine how totally pissed off I was feeling. As I lay there in my bed tossing and turning I sat up several times and nearly got out of bed just so I could march out of my bedroom and show Myrtle how upset at her I felt. I imagined going out into the kitchen pretending to get something to drink and picturing how haunty and disdainful I'd be towards her if she tried to talk to me or catch my attention. I saw myself brushing the bitch off, ignoring her, and giving her my best steely gaze, all in an effort to show her how displeased I was with her. Oh I thought of so many things to let her know how mad I was but all of that was just my imagination. I eventually fell into a fitful sleep. I remember glancing over towards my bedroom door and seeing light leaking in underneath it which told me mom and Myrtle were still up by the time I finally dropped off. I couldn't have been sleeping for too long because I snapped completely awake when I felt a pair of hands cup my buttocks and slowly slide up along my sides. "Is my precious little baby awake?" Myrtle said as she dropped down to sit on my mattress next to me. "Are you awake honey?" Of course I was awake. But I just laid there as I felt her slide her hands across my back and onto my shoulders. "Come on honey," she said. "Get up and come with me," and I was caught by surprise when she grabbed the back of my hair and balling her hand into a fist she grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head up and backwards. I cried out in pain as she pulled hard twisting my head to one side. Damn it hurt getting my hair pulled and I scramble up from my bed reaching up to grab onto the back of her hand trying to ease the pressure of how hard she was pulling me. Have you ever wondered why girls pull each other's hair when we get into fight? We do it for two reasons. First it hurts like hell, but second it's a great way to control someone. Try it some time. Let someone pull your hair and the first thing you'll realize as they pull whichever direction they pull it that's the direction your body will follow. You either go that way or honey you lose a handful of hair. Since Myrtle had me by the hair I got my little 13 year old ass hauled right off of my bed by her. I started screaming at her and I remember kicking my legs and feet trying to break loose from her but she had me so tight that when I hit the floor I ended up being pulled backwards into an upright sitting position in front of her. "You little whore," she said to me and I could hear the anger in her voice. "Who the fuck do you think you are!" and to add emphasize to her words she jerked on my hair again and I screamed and began to cry. "You think you're such hot shit don't you," and I felt her grab one of my wrists with her free hand and pry one of my hands free. Overpowering me she lifted my arm away and like a wrestler on TV she twisted my arm and brought it around my back, bending it behind me. "You little shit," she called me and she knelt down on one knee behind me, jerking my head backwards until she had me looking directly up at my bedroom ceiling. "You think you can get away with ignoring your Auntie!" she said. "You think you can walk around blowing me off pretending I don't fucking exist. Is that what you think you can do to me you little bitch!" Outside kind of like in a Hollywood movie a loud powerful thunderclap went off and I screamed. I was scared, scared, sacred, because Myrtle was really hurting me pulling on my hair and twisting on my arm. "You dirty little Indian cunt," she said. "You think I didn't notice how you were behaving tonight," and she twisted her hand and I screamed again because it hurt so badly. "Get up you dirty little slut. Get fucking up," and I to scramble to my feet. "Fucking whore," Myrtle called and releasing my hair finally she let go of my other arm and she spun me around to face. For the first time I realized she was nearly naked. As a flash of lighting went off outside I saw she was standing in front of me wearing high heels, black nylon stockings, a black leather garter belt and nothing else. "It's happening tonight my little cunt," she said and she shoved me back and down onto the edge of my bed. "You're mine bitch," and there was steel in her voice. Before I could protect myself I felt my head snap sideways as Myrtle slapped me hard across the face and I tipped over onto my side. "You little cunt you walked around me all night like I was nothing," she said and she hit me again. I tried to protect myself by throwing up my arms to block her but I was to slow and I slapped across the face again. The pain was terrific and I nearly fell off my bed but she stepped into me and prevented me from falling. "Little bitch," and grabbing me by my shoulder, digging her fingers in deep, she forced me to sit back upright on my bed. Crying, tears blinding me, I sat up and in front of me Myrtle stooped down and grabbed something from my bed and threw a small plastic bundle onto my lap. "It's time to get you ready you little Indian cunt," and she ordered me to put my hands and arms down and pick up the bundle she'd thrown at me. "Put those on bitch," she commanded and through touch and seeing through my tears I realized the little plastic bundle on my lap held nylons in it. Still crying and absolutely terrified she was going to hit me again I tore open the plastic and spilled out onto my lap a pair of nylon stockings, a garter belt, and a pair of lace gloves. "Wait," I heard her call and immediately I noticed the harshness in her voice was gone. She sat down next to me and draping one arm across my shoulders she put her other arm around me and as we had done so often when we snuck away to have sex, she pulled me into her and began to coo softly to me, rubbing and stroking me, holding me, and hushing me so I would stop crying and calm down. Feeling her naked breast press against my arm as she pulled me into her I couldn't believe how one moment she had attacked me with unadulterated violence and the next she was smothering me with kindness. Hearing her coo to me I tried hard to stop sobbing and I collapsed into her and it took me awhile to get myself under control. Once I stopped crying and wiped my eyes dry I tipped my head up to look at Myrtle. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I know," she said back to me in a soft voice. "But honey you mustn't ever do that to me again," she said. "Never ignore me baby." "I promise," I said. "Okay sweetie," she said and very lightly, gently, but firmly she bent down and planted a full kiss on my mouth. When she broke off our kiss she told me to fix myself up and put on the wonderful pair of nylon stockings she'd brought with her into my room. It didn't take me long to comply with her wishes. Using several Kleenex I wiped my face, eyes, nose, and mouth off. I brushed out my hair and grimaced several times as I pulled the brush through the hair on the back of my head because my scalp remained very tender. As I rushed to clean myself up and make myself presentable, Myrtle remained sitting on the edge of my bed. She crossed her stocking legs as she watched me clean up. "Take off you night shirt," she said and I did letting the garment fall from my shoulders and pool around my ankles and feet. "And take those little girl panties off," she added and again I do so. Naked I turned to face her and then went to her and stood in front of her. "It's time to dress like a real woman," she said and she uncrossed her beautiful stocking legs. "These are my stockings," she said as she picked up the stockings and handed them to me, placing them in my hands. "I want you put them on and wear them for me honey because tonight," she breathed, "tonight we are going to have some real fun with each other." First Myrtle motioned for me to turn around in front of her. Facing my dresser I raised my arms up and out of the way as she placed her garter belt around my waist. The belt was made of soft black leather lined with a silky material and cut rather wide so it hung low across my tummy. Instead of hooking together it actually had a small silver buckle sewn into the material. The adjustment strap had several eye holes and it took her only a moment to insert the strap into the buckle and pull it snug on my hips. Once she finished buckling the garter belt together Myrtle slide it back and forth on me until is sat right around my waist. I got a shiver or two as I felt the garter straps bounce on my thighs and ass cheeks as she did this. Once she was satisfied with the fit she told me to sit down next to her and then she handed me her nylon stockings. Oh what can I say about how wonderful it was to be allowed to put a pair of Myrtle's nylon stockings on my legs. Since my little lamp was on my room wasn't totally dark and there was enough light coming from it for me to see her stockings. The pair she wanted me to put on were like all her others. They were reinforced heel and toe nylons and colored a dark chocolate brown. The reinforcements were extra dark and as I began to put the first one on and slide it over my foot I marveled at the delicate softness of the material and how due to the reinforcements on the heel and toe they highlighted the arch and shape of my little feet. My god Myrtle's stockings were just like the pair I'd stolen from mom. They were fantastically soft and felt heavenly on my naked skin. When I pulled the stocking up over my ankle and calf, and then finally up along my thigh, I heard myself making these little continuous mewing sounds. It was unbelievably stimulating to feel her nylon stocking on my leg. Without care or thought I lifted my leg up and out in front of me. I wanted to look at myself as I had done when I put on my mom's stockings and as I pointed my toes I made little circles in the air with my foot and became spellbound by the sight of my little foot all snug and encased in real nylons. "Oh sweetie," Myrtle whispered. "You're so pretty. Stop now and clip the welt in place and put the other one on." Hurriedly I complied with directions and I quickly clip the garter onto the stocking welt and immediately grabbed the other stocking and pulled it up onto my leg. Once it was clip onto the garter Myrtle had me stand up with my back to her and I felt her clipping the back garters in place. Well I shouldn't have to write it but I will, as she clipped on the garters I have to say my little girl pussy was literally dripping precum and pussy juice. I was so excited and horny. When I felt her bush her lips across my naked little round ass I gasped and spit out in a rush telling her I'd done as she asked me to. I'd snuck into mom and dad's bedroom and stole a pair of mom's nylon stockings. "I did it Auntie," I told her. "I did what you wanted me to. I took a pair of mommy's nylons and put them on. I got real nasty with myself Auntie, honest I did. I got into all of dad's dirty pictures and I made myself cum looking at them." "Oh honey I'm so proud of you," she replied. "Did you steal her hose like I asked?" "Yes Auntie," I said and I turned around to face her. "I have them underneath my mattress." "Have you put them on again and played with your pussy?" "No not yet," I replied in a rather small voice. "Okay honey," she said and then she smiled up at me. "Now sweetie," she said. "Now we're going to play and you are going to have the time of your life honey," and she stood up next to me. She reached out and grabbed me by my arms and then she turned me towards my bedroom doorway which I noticed for the very first time was wide open. "But first one more treat for Myrtle," she said and where it came from, where she'd placed it I'll never know but I felt her release my arms. Like magic I looked at what Myrtle was holding and I saw she held a black leather studded dog collar which she put around my throat and clipped closed. Then as I was reaching up with my hands to touch the collar she brought out a thin leather leash and snapped to the large metal ring on front of the collar. With a smile on her face she looked at me and said "it's time for some nasty, naughty fun little one," and without another word she turned and began walking towards my open bedroom door. Like a prisoner, a very willing one, I meekly followed her out of my room and into the hallway. I must admit I was feeling all excited and scared at the same time and honestly I was confused by being led out of my bedroom. Where were we going? But I never spoke that question out loud. I simply followed her and even when I realized that she was leading me over to mom and dad's bedroom and I felt a cold dread coming over me, I kept myself quiet and meek. Mom and dad's bedroom door was wide open. Inside a light was on. As Myrtle brought me to their open door I remember how my mind was racing. Oh god mom was in there. I just knew it. Myrtle had always forced me to tell her how much I wanted to fuck my mommy when she fucked me and now at that moment in my young life I realized that she was actually going to make me do it. She was taking me into mom's bedroom and she was going to force me fuck her. She was going to make me fuck my own mom and honestly as I stepped into the doorway of her bedroom all I could think of was; "Oh my god my pussy is so hot it's throbbing!" From the doorway I instantly saw mom and our eyes locked with each others. God I couldn't believe this was happening to me and suddenly I felt so self conscious, nervous, and honestly an overwhelming sense of shame and humiliation came over me and I felt tears well up in my eyes as I looked at mom. As I felt my leash tighten, pulling me into the room, I absolutely hated Myrtle at that moment. This dirty fucking nasty white woman, someone I considered my auntie, my relative, my friend, this lewd mature vulgar white bitch was perversely debasing both mom and I and for what? For her own perverted sexual pleasure! What a complete fool I'd been. What a stupid little girl I'd been thinking that she loved me and I loved her. What an idiot I'd been. She'd raped me, degraded me, humiliated me, fucked my like her little whore and forced me to give her my body and allow her to use me sexually in any manner that brought her pleasure. She'd taken complete advantage of me and somehow made me love her, made me give my body and soul to her, and made me ache for her touch. She'd raped me at her home and when I should have fought her, when I should have hated her, instead I ended up believing I was in love with her. As I was brought over to mom I wanted to hang my head in shame but my body, my fucking little 13 year old body betrayed me. Mom was sitting on her vanity chair, the same chair whose cushion I had stained with my own little girl cum when I'd played with myself and gave myself a delicious orgasm as I fantasized about fucking her while wearing her nylon stockings and garter belt. Mom's mouth was covered with white tape. Her arms and wrists were bound behind the back of the chair. Her stocking clad thighs were bound together and her ankles were crossed and bound together as well. Her breasts were naked and her nipples, those wonderful nipples were hard and erect. Around her waist she wore a fabulous wide cut cream colored lacy garter belt which perfectly matched her dark brown reinforced heel and toe stockings. As I looked at her I could see her full growth of delicate pussy hair and as Myrtle led me up to her and ordered me to stand in front her I saw her struggle against her bonds and heard her whimper and moan behind the tape covering her mouth. She shook her head back and forth and I saw tears in her eyes but never, not once, did she break eye contact with me. As she struggled against her bonds she lifted her oh so pretty stocking clad feet off the floor and thrust her long luscious legs out in front of her and I marveled at how pretty her perfectly shaped feet were in her nylons. The sound of her muffled cries touched me in manner I've never been fully able to describe to myself let alone any of you readers. But her moaning whimpers chilled me and caused me to shudder. Hearing her make those muffled stifled noises behind her gagged mouth caused goose bumps to pop up all over me and deep within my little pussy I felt a powerful tingling sensation that began as just the most delightful kind of tickle but quickly built up to a powerful throbbing rhythmic pulse that made my pussy swell with excitement and lust. As mom continued to struggle on her chair I became mesmerized by the sight of her. She was absolutely stunning, gorgeously beautiful, and appeared so utterly feminine and womanly to my eyes. Her helplessness in front of me, her inability to prevent what was going to happen between her and I as Myrtle watched us get so disgustingly nasty and perverse with each other, thinking of that literally made me pant like a dog standing in front of her. As I continued to stare at her stocking legs and feet watching and drinking in how she moved them as she struggled all I could honestly feel at that moment was an overpowering sexual desire to fall to my knees in front of her and with gentle reverence and anxious nervousness reach out and take her stocking feet in my trembling hands. I badly wanted to kiss her nylons and brush my young lips along the soles of her feet. I wanted to press my face into them, to part them and feel how soft and delicate I knew it would be as I slide them across my cheeks as I drank in the smell of the stockings. I wanted to trail my fingertips all over her legs and slowly palm her stockings in my hands and whimper with pleasure as I fondled her stocking legs. I wanted to shove her feet between my own trembling thighs and slowly, softly, yet urgently brush my swollen little pussy along her stockings. Not for an instant did I want her to stop her muted gagged protests as I touched her legs, kissed them, and licked ever so lightly her wonderful silky smooth stockings. I wanted to kiss, lick, and brush my way up her legs until I finally reached her pussy and then once I was there I would kiss her with my lips and tongue while I ground my mouth into her giving to her the most deeply passionate pussy kiss I could give, pussy kissing her as I did Myrtle. All that anger and disgust I had felt towards Myrtle evaporated and disappeared as I stood in front of my bound and gagged mother. I saw her helplessness on display in front of me and I saw her only as the most sexually desirable passionate woman I'd ever seen in my young life. My mom wasn't my mom anymore, she was but she was also something else. From the corner of my eye I caught my reflection in her wall mirror and I couldn't help but look towards the wall and there in her mirror I saw us both. Lord help me but the sight of the two us reflected in mirror was so totally stimulating that I felt myself stiffen. I was spellbound. I could see myself, mom, and there in the background stood Myrtle. The sight of the three of us wearing nylon stockings for each other, the sight of us reflected in the mirror took my breath away. We three looked so sexually erotic to me. I could see all of us had hard erect nipples and that is when it hit me, when the truth of the matter finally dawned on me. Mom was as horny, excited, and as turned on as either I or Myrtle was at what was about to happen between her and me, and all three of us. The realization of that insight shocked me to the core of my being. "She wants this even more than you or I do," Myrtle said as if she'd read my mind. "Now kneel down honey. Get on your hands and knees in front of your wicked sinful mommy," and without hesitation, remorse, or guilt, I obeyed her. Knowing the time had come where I would live and experience my perverse sexual fantasy of fucking my mom, of rubbing my stockings on hers and feeling her against me as we made love to each other as only a woman can fuck another woman I went down to my hands and knees in front of her and without regrets I went to my mother and slowly I began to kiss her nylon stocking clad legs. Hearing Myrtle encourage me on as I tasted mom's nylons I missed her stepping over to mom and didn't see her remove the tape from her mouth. As I kissed, licked and smelled mom's stockings I heard Myrtle speaking. "Isn't your little girl just wonderful June?" she said as she kissed mom passionately on the mouth. Since I was on my hands and knees when Myrtle moved to straddle mom and rest herself in her lap she deliberately brushed her stocking clad leg against my side as she swung her leg over us. "Now my nasty Lakota fuck bitch," she said to mom as she broke their kiss and adjusted herself on her lap. "Now June I'm going to make your nasty naughty little girl do a wicked thing," and she began kissing mom again, breaking apart from her only to speak as she described what she wanted me to do. "She's going to put that delicious hot little tongue of her deep into my pussy June. Your daughter is going to tongue my wet pussy so hard and deep that I'm going to shoot my hot juices into her mouth honey." As she said those things to mom that's what I did I raised myself up to reach her and without a care in the world I buried my face into the cleft of Myrtle's spread ass cheeks and hungrily began to suck and tongue her hot wet pussy out. Between my legs lay mom's nylon stocking clad legs and as I had earlier imagined doing I began to rub my little soaking wet pussy along up and down on her stockings. It felt so go tongue fucking and sucking Myrtle as I rubbed myself on mom's nylons I just groaned out loud in pure pleasure. "Oh June she's such a little pussy slut," Myrtle said to mom. "She's so good at tonguing out a woman's pussy that I can't wait until I make her fuck yours with her tongue. Won't you just love it June. Won't you just love it when your sweet little girl, you own daughter tongue fucks you like a wanton little cunt," and I nearly fainted as I heard mom answer her with a deep throaty hesitant yes. "Oh baby she's good at this," Myrtle said as I continued to tongue fuck her. "But now June I'm going to make your little slut of a daughter tongue fuck my ass honey. She's going to stick that hot little snake deep into my ass and I'm going to love it and tell you how good it feels to have her in there. You'll like that won't you June. You'll like it and want me to tell you how good your little baby is at tongue fucking my ass don't you?" Again I listened to mom answer her with a yes as I began to tongue Myrtle's ass. As I struggled to probe her, to stick my tongue into her dirty ass as far as I could I couldn't help myself and so I turned my head slightly so I could see myself in mom's wall mirror. The sight of me on my knees tongue fucking Myrtle's ass while I rubbed my dripping wet pussy on mom's stocking clad legs was so stimulating, so exciting to see, so utterly mind blowing that I began my first orgasm of the night. Oh lord was it fantastic to cum like that. I came so hard that I shot my cum in a long spraying stream. Yet even as I came hard I retained enough presence of mind to make sure I didn't get any of my cum, well as little as possible I should say, onto mom's stockings. I actually collapsed from my orgasm. I couldn't help it. I still remember how it felt as my tongued popped out of Myrtle's asshole and back into my mouth as I keeled over onto my side and lay gasping for breath. I could hear mom repeating over and over the word "oh" as I panted and held tightly onto my throbbing pussy. "You think she's done June," Myrtle said to mom as she climbed off her lap. "You think the little cunt is finished?" Mom said nothing in reply and I opened my eyes and we stared at each other as Myrtle stepped away from her and disappeared from my line of sight. "Did you like it mommy," I asked hesitantly. I wanted mom to tell me she'd enjoyed what just happened and I desperately wanted to hear her tell me this. While I lay there in front of her on the floor suddenly Myrtle stood in front of me and I heard her ordering me up to my hands and knees. "Get up my little Indian girl slut," she commanded and instantly I obeyed her. "Turn sideways you little bitch. I want your mommy to see every moment of what I'm going to do to you next." Like a good girl I did as she wanted and never taking my eyes of mom who remained tied and bound tightly up I spread my legs apart and felt it as Myrtle knelt down between my legs behind. "Now watch this," she said and I knew she was addressing mom. "I'm going to ass fuck your daughter June, and I'm going to do it in front of you. Look at her June. Look at your nasty little girl wearing my nylon stockings and my garter belt. I made her put them on June. I went into her bedroom and I made her put these lovely nylons on for me. And you what June? She loved doing it. She loved it June because I've been fucking this little cunt behind your back for quite some time baby. Yeah I've been fucking her just like I've been fucking you. She's become you honey. She's my little nylon stocking whore just like you are. And now tonight you're going to watch me ass fuck her June. You're going to watch me ass fuck your little precious girl right in front of you. And while I'm doing it baby I'm going to make you beg me to fuck her good and hard. I'm going to make you beg me to fuck her and then I'm going to make you beg to fuck her yourself. You'll like that won't you June. You'll love begging to ass fuck your own nylon stocking wearing little girl, won't you?" "Yes Myrtle," came mom's whispered reply. "I'll beg you Myrtle. I'll beg you to fuck my little girl and then to please you I'll beg you to let me fuck her," and as I looked at her, looked at mom, I saw in her eyes a quality of passion I've never seen in anyone else. It was as if I saw into her soul and I saw love there, lust for me, and love for me as Myrtle pressed her strap on dildo up tight against my little asshole. Then as I continued to gaze into mom's eyes Myrtle chuckled and without any pretense of trying to be gentle she thrust hard into me, ramming her strap on deep into my tight little ass, forcing it in without stopping, without caring if it hurt or not. And I screamed out loud in pain and pleasure as she drove her dildo up into my ass until her own wet dripping pussy lay pressed tightly against my own. Oh my lord did Myrtle ass fuck me that night in front of my mom. She literally attacked me and raped me on the floor as mom watched. Over and over again she slammed her dildo into my ass. She called me awful names and she spanked me hard on my naked ass cheeks as she pumped into me. From her chair I heard mom telling me to take it. Telling me to take my ass fucking like a real woman and I melted into a state of utter lust and pleasure as I listened to mom tell me how pretty it looked to her to see me down on my hands and knees wearing nylon stockings and a garter belt as I was being fucked up the ass by a real woman. "Take it honey," she said to me. "Take it all the way in. Love it baby girl. Love it as you get ass fucked nice and hard by your auntie Myrtle. Oh god honey you look so pretty in your stockings. You look so pretty. I want to fuck you too," she said and behind me I heard Myrtle order her to keep talking nasty to me. "Oh baby you're so pretty," and mom began to beg Myrtle to let her go, to untie her so she could fuck me also and after making her beg for a bit she did just that. Unhooking the strap on from her legs and waist, she left the dildo inside my ass and got up untie mom. Releasing her she made her get behind me and she fixed the strap on onto her and then she did the most unexpected thing. "Tell her," she said to me. "Tell your whore of a mom what I made you do. Tell her how I made you steal a pair of her beautiful nylon stockings and put them on so you could be all nasty and wicked with yourself on her bed as you got into her and your dad's dirty pictures and made yourself cum all over this room. Tell her bitch. Tell her!" "I took a pair of you stockings mom," I said between gasps and moans as mom began to drive into me from behind. "I got into your dresser and stole a pair of your stockings and put them on." Oh Jesus I was so excited and hot I felt myself building towards another massive climax. "I got out the dirty pictures of you and daddy and then I played with myself..." "Tell her you were wearing her stockings," Myrtle ordered. "I was wearing your stockings mommy," I breathed. "I was wearing your nylons and played with myself and looked at your pictures until I came mommy. I came all over your bed," I said and between my legs my pussy began to pulse and throb as my climax approached. "I came over your pictures mommy. I came good and hard and then I sat on your chair and I did it again mommy. I did it again while I looked at myself being nasty in your mirror." "Oh you nasty little witch," mom groaned as she continued to fuck my ass. "I was pretending mommy," I gasped and the first wave of my little girl orgasm began to take me. "I was pretending you caught me being nasty mom. I was pretending you caught me and you fucked me because that's what I wanted mommy. I wanted you to fuck me. To fuck me like a whore and fuck me like daddy was fucking you in your nasty pictures. I wanted you to fuck me wearing your nylons. Fuck me mommy. Oh god fuck me!" And I exploded. That night in mom's bedroom I was forced to fuck my own mother by Ms Myrtle Jean Simms and people I fucking loved every delicious wicked minute of it. Oh the things mom and I did to each other which Myrtle took pictures of were so amazing and so wanton that I just break down and cry at times because those memories of Myrtle, Mom, and Me, are so precious. Yeah I fucked my own mother, forced to fuck her, but honestly people. How can you call it forced if you enjoy it so much? Well that's my story. Oh I could write about the sex we had, describe how I fucked mom with Myrtle's strap on or how she fucked me but I guess I just don't want to share that. As with Myrtle I became a nylon stocking whore for my mom for awhile and ladies and gentlemen, I loved every minute of my incestuous relationship with her and wouldn't and won't ever change a single thing that happened between us. Mom and I became nylon stocking wearing lesbian lovers for a time and honey I got the pictures to prove it. So it's time to close.