Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2019 12:18:16 -0800 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Noblesse Oblige Noblesse Oblige by Misty Meadow Author's note: Birkenhead has no Earl or Countess, but the geography is accurate. When the Earl of Birkenhead and his chauffeur, my husband, were killed as their car went off a mountain pass in the French Alps, I was not as devastated as one might imagine, given that I'd recent figured out that they were having sex together. When the news reached us in England, the countess offered her condolences and I asked her if she knew about their infidelities. She confessed that she did and was actually in the process of divorcing the Earl. She took me in her arms to comfort me and kissed me on the lips. It was a lot more than just a consolation kiss, there was real passion in it and something deep inside me changed. To my surprise, I responded, allowing her to thrust her tongue deep into my mouth and that was the moment when my inner lesbian woke up. I told her that I'd never had sex with a woman, or had even thought about it except in an intellectual way but eagerly admitted that from now on I was willing to explore this new world that had suddenly opened itself to me. She offered me a job as her personal assistant and I instantly accepted. I moved into the bedroom adjacent to hers in the large house on Bidston Hill that overlooked the town of Birkenhead, the River Mersey, and beyond, the smokey pall overhanging the City of Liverpool. The late Earl's country home in the Cheshire countryside had long since been sold off to the National Trust, so now the countess, the sole beneficiary of the Earl's will, was an independently wealthy woman. It was decided that I'd call her "Mam" and she'd call me "Miss Meadow" when staff and servants were around, but when we were alone in more intimate situations, she was "Celia" and I was "Misty". I had an eleven year old daughter, Melody, the light of my life, who attended a private school for girls, close to Birkenhead Park (after which, incidentally, New York's Central Park is modeled). Shortly after settling into my new life, glad that Celia's philandering husband was no longer in the picture, I rose one Sunday morning ready to take a shower. I didn't have an en suite bathroom, and her ladyship had given us permission to use hers, as the next nearest one was some distance down the hallway, and privacy was not a concern, given that I often snuck into her bedroom after Melody had gone to bed, and allowed the countess to teach me all the ways that a woman can arouse and satisfy another female. I immediately lost all interest in men, even though several eligible wealthy bachelors tried to make moves on me. Melody was already in the bathroom and I watched as she lifted her nightie, pulled her knickers down, sat on the loo and peed. She looked so sweet and innocent, not in the least shy about peeing in front of me. I felt a surge of warm love for her as she watched me lift my own nightdress over my head and drop it in the laundry hamper. I always slept without knickers. "You need a shave, Mummy," she said. I ran my hand over my pubic area and sure enough, I was stubbly and I promised her I would, after we'd showered. She finished peeing, not bothering to wipe herself, after all, she was about to shower, so what was the point? I took her place on the loo and she stood by the shower door, watching me. "You have a beautiful body," she remarked, her eyes never leaving me as my bladder slowly emptied. I suppose she was right; I'm petite, slender with a boyish figure and quite small but firm tits that never need a bra. "Let's shower together," she added, and it seemed a perfectly natural thing to do. With the water adjusted to the right temperature, we stepped in and shut the glass door behind us. "Soap my back, Mummy," she asked and I squirted bath gel on her shoulders and lathered her whole back, running my hand down between her bum cheeks. My fingers touched her bum hole and she spread her feet wider. It seemed like an invitation and as she made no attempt to stop me or to pull away I just couldn't help myself. My hand, as though acting independently of my control, went right between her legs until I my fingers reached her hairless cunt. I gave it a thorough washing, taking my time as new feelings coursed through me, my excitement mounting by the second. I was amazed at my own behaviour, aware that I was performing a lewd act with my own daughter, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. Indeed, Melody told me to keep doing it because it felt so nice. For many long seconds my fingers stroked her little girl's slit until my middle finger slid into her and she sighed with pleasure. Then, still standing behind her, I brought my palms on to her chest and could feel the almost imperceptible swelling of her breasts and her developing nipples. Then, she pulled away and turned to look at me, her face alight with delight, running her gaze all over my body. "My turn now, Mummy," she said, taking the bath gel and squirting some on my tits. She lathered them with both hands, letting her fingers play with my erect nipples, a beaming smile on her face, then lovingly squeezed them. Next, she soaped my ribs and hips, then my abdomen and my excitement mounted as her hand moved between my own legs and washed my cunt just as thoroughly as I'd done hers, playing with my big floppy cunt lips and touching my clit. Something amazing had happened. At that moment, I stopped thinking of my daughter as a little girl and now regarded her as a lovely slender female who, although she had an almost flat chest and nothing more than the slit of a child, was nevertheless becoming girl with real sexual feelings, just as capable of being aroused as I was. "That was nice," she said as we rinsed off. "Now you need to shave, in fact, why don't you let me do it for you?" It was an offer I couldn't refuse, so I sat on the toilet lid, leaned back, spread my legs and let her run my electric razor over my pubic area with one hand as, with her other, she held my cunt lips out of the way. When she was finished, she ran her hand all over my cunt, checking for smoothness, and pronouncing the job done. It was the most intimate thing we'd ever done together and I told her that from now on, I'd not shave myself, letting her be the one to do it. She enthusiastically agreed. "Awesome!" she said and back in our bedroom, I watched her dress in her plain white cotton schoolgirl knickers which earlier were quite ordinary, now suddenly seemed so sexy. I chose a pair of knickers for myself that were pale blue nylon with a totally transparent panel at the front that revealed my cunt in all its glory, hiding absolutely nothing. I put on a tartan shirt, leaving the buttons undone, merely tying the bottom in a knot in the front, and an alarmingly short denim skirt. My belly button was left exposed. Melody put on a short flared shirt and a white cotton tank top that was probably intended to be underwear, but these days, who cared? I went downstairs to her ladyship's office and caught up on some long neglected paperwork, leaving Melody to go for a walk on the hill, which boasted an observatory and an ancient windmill, neither open to the public. The whole area was National Trust land, a wonderful place to roam around. The countess had invited us to lunch with her, the only employees given that privilege. It felt good to be waited on by servants, rather like eating in an exclusive restaurant with no need to leave a tip. Afterwards, her ladyship invited us to join her in the library. She was an amateur painter, quite skilled, though she never sold any of her works. They were mostly landscapes, a few horses and some still lifes. In addition to two armchairs, a couch and a coffee table, one corner of the room had an easel placed on a drop cloth, and a cabinet for her paints, brushes, solvents and various paraphernalia. "I've never done portraits," she announced, "and I'd like to start with your daughter." Melody perked up. "She's quite stunningly beautiful." I couldn't disagree with her. "When would this be?" I asked. "There's no time like the present. Show me your legs." Although it sounded like a royal command, her tone was soft and warm and my daughter who could be something of an exhibitionist at times, promptly lifted her skirt up as high as it'd go, revealing her snow white knickers. Celia stared at her, a look that I recognised. I could tell that behind that gaze lurked the same depraved attraction that had overtaken me in the bathroom. The Countess of Birkenhead was lusting after my daughter! I should've been shocked, but merely felt a little surprised, wondering if some aspect of Melody's demeanour had suddenly turned her into an object of lesbian desire. Perhaps it was her inviting smile that had captivated my employer. "You're a bit skinny, but then I like slender girls." Yes, she did, as our nights in her bed could testify. "Do you want to paint her as a nude?" I asked. I knew Melody wouldn't object; I'd always told her to be proud of her body so she wasn't shy about exposing it. "Only with your permission, Misty." "Oh, yes Mummy!" Melody cried. "I want to do it!" I felt a strange stirring in my gut at the thought of my little girl displaying her body for the countess, now knowing that her interest was more than "artistic" and that she might be sexually aroused by the sight of Melody without clothing of any kind. "Go ahead, my darling, take everything off so Celia can see all of you." I smiled at Celia encouragingly as my daughter kicked off her sandals, dropped her skirt and then slid her knickers down. Celia's eyes were riveted on Melody's cunt, undeveloped as it was and I had to admit to myself that dressed in the skimpy cotton top and nothing else, she was incredibly sexy. Melody stood proudly there, her cunt in full view as my pulse began to race. Showing her off like this was just as exciting as our adventure in the bathroom. Inexplicably, it gave me a vicarious thrill, knowing that Celia was becoming aroused by the vision in front of her. Then Melody lifted her vest over her head and tossed it aside and Celia's gaze immediately shifted to her micro-tits, the lust in her eyes even clearer to me and possibly to Melody as well. "Oh, my God, you're adorable!" Celia gushed. My excitement derived from exhibiting my daughter was tinged with a hint of jealousy. Celia was my lover and I didn't want her affection for me to be diluted by lust for my daughter, so I suggested that perhaps she might want to paint us both, not separate portraits, but the two of us together. "That's an interesting suggestion, Misty. Take your clothes off." I eagerly obeyed the aristocratic command, dropping my skirt and untying the knot of my shirt. "Holy shit!" Celia gasped. That was the first time I'd ever her her use foul language, but it was to be far from the last. "They're the sexiest knickers I've ever seen. Your cunt is perfectly visible, you naughty girl!" Melody was grinning from ear to ear. "Leave them on for the moment; I want to enjoy them." This was the first hint to Melody that the countess was gay. "Stand side by side with your arms round each other's shoulders." We gave each other a one-armed hug. "Now, Misty, take those amazing knickers off and stand behind her." I complied. "Put your arms round her." Something came over me. Perhaps it was the exciting intimacy of the moment or just my lust bubbling to the surface, but as I stood behind her, I thought about our sexual initiation in the shower and I put my hand between her legs from behind, my fingers pressing hard against her cunt. Melody obligingly parted her feet to accommodate me. Why I should suddenly commit this shameless act with my own daughter in front of my employer was a mystery, even to me. Maybe I wanted her to know that I too knew my little girl was sexy and ready to begin her lesbian life and Melody seemed eager to share my wish. "My God!" Celia breathed, "that's the sexiest thing I've seen in my whole life! Mother and daughter, Madonna and child!" "The child is the wrong sex and too old," I pointed out. "Well, she's the right sex for us and, I confess, the right age too." So, the Countess of Birkenhead was just as much a child lover as I'd just become. She pulled her phone from the pocket of her jeans and took a picture of us. "Now, put your arms round her, one hand on her chest and the other on her cunt, yes, like that. Oh, that's so fucking erotic!" She took another picture. Melody leaned back against my breasts, reaching behind with one hand, groping for my cunt and finding it, already wet. "It's not fair, Celia," she complained, "We're naked and you're not." "True. Let me fix that." She peeled off her jeans and T shirt, then slid her bikini briefs off, revealing her familiar cunt, shaved as cleanly as mine. "You're just as sexy as my Mum," Melody pronounced. Indeed, her figure was as petite as my own, with narrow hips and small tits, her cunt lips familiar to me as I'd often explored them with my fingers and tongue. "Would you like to pose for a picture with Melody?" I asked and her face lit up. I stood in front of the easel, looking past it as Celia stood behind Melody and my heart started pounding with excitement as I saw her hand appear from behind between the little girl's parted thighs, her fingers probing that sweet vertical slit. I smiled, to show Celia that it was okay for her to "molest" my daughter and took a picture. They turned to face each other and Melody's hand reached down towards Celia's cunt. "Yes! Do it, my darling!" I cried. "Touch her cunt like you touched mine in the shower! Oh, that looks so HOT! I could cum from just watching you!" "Oh, you naughty little girl!" Celia said, grinning, "Did you play with Mummy's cunt in the shower? How precious! My God, your fingers are driving me crazy! Take another picture, Misty, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life." I looked around the library and decided to take charge of the situation. "Sit on the couch, Misty," I commanded, and Celia looked disappointed as Melody broke away and sprawled on the couch, leaning back with her legs invitingly spread. Celia was instantly on her knees in front of her. "Let me look at your cunt, my sweet," she said, leaning forward, her face inches from my daughters treasure. "It's so . . . words can't describe it." "Inviting?" I suggest. "Fucking adorable, the prettiest cunt I've ever seen." The noble and esteemed countess had suddenly transformed herself into a lust crazed slut, intent on performing lewd acts with my daughter. Instead of being outraged, I was strongly aroused by her attention, her intense focus on Melody's cunt. My girl looked up at me and smiled, enjoying the attention. Celia also looked at me, her eyebrows raised questioningly. I knew exactly what she wanted. "Melody," I said, "I think Celia wants to kiss your cunt. Would you like that?" "Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Kiss my cunt, then let Mummy do it too." Celia leaned forward and pressed her mouth against that vertical slit, probing with her tongue as Melody thrust her hips up to meet her. I watched, so engrossed I forgot to take pictures (which error I later corrected) as her ladyship aroused my little eleven year old, and me as well. To Celia's credit, after a minute or so, she invited me to take her place. "I've never seen a mother eat her daughter's cunt before. I think I'm going to love this!" I took her place between Melody's legs and looked into her eyes. They were brimming with love and I knew that she loved me just as much, if not more, than Celia. Then my mouth was on her, my tongue doing all those things that Celia had taught me, everything I could think of to arouse my little girl, feeding her lesbian desires so that she'd never be interested in men. Celia, with more presence of mind, took several pictures. After a few minutes, I lifted my head to see Melody's excited smile, and sat back on my heels, my legs parted. Melody's gaze immediately focuses on my dripping wet cunt, staring at it hungrily. "I think she wants to eat you, Misty." Melody nodded her head in agreement. I took her place on the couch as she knelt between my thighs and soon I was in heaven as she went to work on my cunt, instinctively knowing what to do, how to arouse me, quickly bringing me to a thundering orgasm which wracked my body for almost half a minute. "Wow, that was some cum!" Celia commented. "Let me do it to Celia!" Melody demanded. "Let me lick her cunt, Mummy, please!" I was more than willing, my arousal undiminished and seconds later, there was my darling little girl, furiously licking the cunt of the Countess of Birkenhead with unequaled eagerness, until Celia came with an orgasm that seemed as intense as my own. I sat in the armchair, basking in the afterglow, so proud of my little girl and her ability to arouse two mature women to the heights of sexual ecstasy. I saw my daughter's white cotton knickers lying at my feet, picked them up and wiped my dripping cunt, then went over to the couch and wiped Celia's, then my daughter's, finally pressing the wet cotton to my face and inhaling deeply. They smiled at me. "Tell me, Melody," Celia asked, "have you ever heard of golden showers?" My girl grinned. "I've watched videos of them on the internet, lesbians peeing on each other. They seemed to enjoy it immensely." My daughter was ahead of me in this regard. "Wanna try it?" Celia asked. Melody looked at me for approval. I shrugged my shoulders. "Let's do it!" Melody cried. The end.