Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2019 11:03:40 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Revealing Everything Revealing Everything by Misty Meadow There's no other way to say it: I love my cunt! Who doesn't love cunts, you might ask? A few people, probably - dried up old maids, uptight Christians, gay men maybe, I've no idea. All I know is that I can sit and look at my cunt all day long. I can spend long minutes sitting naked in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom, my legs spread wide, masturbating to my own image. It doesn't hurt that I'm a young, attractive woman who is about as gay as it's possible to be. I slide my wet fingers into my cunt pushing them inside myself as deep as they'll go, and then, naughty girl that I am, I put them in my mouth and taste myself. I love the flavour of cunt, not just my own, but any girl who wants me to taste her. At times my cunt has be variously described as "pretty", "gorgeous", "hot" and best of all, "delicious". No one's ever said anything negative about it. It has remarkably big, floppy lips, "elephant ears" I call them, and an unusually large clit which my girlfriends like to suck on. I have a lot to work with. I have many friends who'd heartily agree about the beauty of my cunt and who profess their love of it (all girls, of course) and one of the most exciting things I do is to let them look at it, as closely they like and for as long as they want to. When someone (again, it has to be a girl) is looking at it, my whole body tingles with excitement and waves of lust radiate out through my abdomen, making my gut churn with the sheer thrill of exposing my most private parts. I've been this way for as long as I can remember. Although, when I was a toddler, my Mum told me in no uncertain terms that I should NEVER, NEVER, let anyone see my knickers, let alone my private parts, the consequences of which she never explained, so, inevitably, as soon as I got a chance, I showed off to anyone who cared to look, and you might be surprised to know how many people want to look at little girls underwear. Fuck you, Mum, I'd think to myself, you don't know the half of it. I was eager to allow anyone who wanted to look up my dress, (though not boys) and on many occasions, I'd retire to the privacy of a stall in the school bathroom with a friend or two so that we could show each other our cunts. The friends soon grew tired of it; after all, if you've seen one, you've seen them all, as they say, though I don't wholly agree with that sentiment. To me, every cunt is different, exciting in its own particular way. As I grew into my teens and my gaydar began to develop, I saved my little "exhibitions" for those girls who really appreciated me and the showing soon became touching, then licking, and I was off the races, getting gayer by the minute. In short, I'm a dedicated exhibitionist. I like to wear ultra-short skirts under which a pair of crotchless or transparent knickers fail to hide my cunt. I've spent a lot of time in gay bars, sitting on a stool with my back leaning against the bar, my legs lewdly splayed for the benefit of any passing lesbian. I never have to sit alone for very long. When I was fifteen, I bought my own laptop and after a lot of hard work, I managed to work out my parents' password to get past the parental controls, so I could now surf porn. I spent many happy hours clicking from porn site to porn site, drinking in those pictures and videos of girls making love to girls, showing off their cunts shamelessly, just as I liked to do. In my late twenties, I adopted a five year old girl, Maureen, who's now the love of my life, and I stopped going to gay bars. I still had girlfriends who would spend the night in my bed and I still enjoyed posing naked for them as they took pictures or made videos of me showing off my beautiful cunt in the most depraved ways imaginable. My gayness was never a secret from little Mo. She grew up in the midst of it, accepting it as perfectly normal. On those occasions when she encountered me in the nude, I'd feel tremors of excitement as she looked at my cunt. I knew this was wrong. One shouldn't be aroused by showing off one's body to one's daughter; that's not just paedophilia, it's also incest, so I was torn between always being at least partially dressed in her presence, and letting her look at my cunt at every possible opportunity, and my resolve usually faltered. It was so thrilling to have her gaze adoringly at my cunt that the subsequent guilt was worth it. She wasn't shy, and still isn't, about showing off her own cunt, even though it was just a vertical slit in her prominent hairless mound and whenever she did so, which was frequently, my heart would pound and my stomach churn. Had she somehow picked up on my exhibitionism and adopted it as her own? Whatever, she seemed to like being looked at just as much as I did. She's now eleven, on the cusp of puberty, the barely perceptible swell of her budding boobs, topped by growing nipples, hinting at how gorgeous she's going to be. She shaved off the tiny wisp of pubic hair that recently appeared on her mound. "I like bald cunts," I told her one day as I stood in the bathroom watching her pee as she leaned back on the toilet, her dress bunched up round her waist, her knickers round her ankles, her legs spread nice and wide. "Speaking of which, I need to shave. I'm all stubbly." "Can I watch, Mummy?" "Of course you can, my darling," I assured her, my pulse racing. "You can even help me." After she wiped herself and pulled her knickers up, we went into my room and, naked, I sat on the end of my bed, fell back and spread my legs for her. She gazed at me long and hard for a few seconds, then spread shaving cream all over my pubic area with her hand. When her fingertips touched my cunt lips, I almost came right there and then. With a safety razor, she carefully shaved my stubble, placing a finger on my clit to protect it. "I don't wanna cut your clit, Mummy." That was the first time she ever touched my cunt, but it wasn't the last, not by a long chalk. But more of that later. When she finished, she wiped off the last traces of shaving cream, then ran her hand all over my cunt area to check that I was perfectly smooth. It was a deliciously intimate caress. "Now I'm gonna do you," I told her and watched as she took her school uniform dress off, dropped her knickers to her ankles, kicked them aside and lay down on the bed where I had been moments earlier. I took hold of her knees, spread them wide and gazed at her cunt. Her lips were just beginning to develop and up at the top, her little button was just visible. I shaved her, just as she'd shaved me, protecting her clit with my finger even though there was no danger of me cutting her. Wiping off the traces of cream, I leaned in and kissed her sweet, little cunt. "Oh, Mummy, that's naughty!" she said with a giggle. "But did you like it?" She smiled and nodded her head. "It's my way of saying `I love you'," I explained. It seemed that my hopes that she'd grow up to be gay might just be fulfilled. I tried to push the guilty thoughts out of my mind, telling myself she wasn't my biological daughter so any sexual activity between us couldn't actually be incest, though it was still paedophilia, and I didn't feel guilty about that. Paedos, science tells us, are born, not made. We don't get to choose our sexual orientation; it just happens to us so I'm stuck with it, but I'm not unhappy about it. I can't imagine myself not being excited by the sight of a naked preteen girl. How can something that beautiful be wrong? ______________________________________ Last night I was surfing porn, looking at videos of girl-on-girl sex. There's so much of it out there, lots to choose from, and I was looking at a video in which two not unattractive girls were sixtynining each other, when I got a pop-up. Usually, they're pretty annoying, but this was intriguing. On the screen, a girl in her late teens or early twenty's, was sitting naked on a couch, masturbating for the camera, a happy smile on her face. She must be an exhibitionist just like me, I thought. From time to time, she'd say "Thank you" to the camera. On one side of the screen, a window appeared with mysterious information about "bidding" and "tokens" and I soon figured it out. It seemed that viewers could log on, provide credit card info to buy tokens, then bid in order to have the model do some specific act, like insert a dildo in her cunt or up her arse. The more tokens, the "dirtier" the act. I watched, enthralled. The "model" seemed to be enjoying herself immensely and why not? In her place, I'd be having a whale of a time. She was displaying herself, not only to the person who'd bid their tokens, but to all the other people who happened to be logged on, which could amount to thousands of voyeurs, tens of thousands, perhaps. I watched for a long time, trying to imagine how it would feel to have my cunt looked at by large numbers of horny lesbians. I was aware that most viewers would be male, but I shut my mind off to that unpleasantness. If I had to show my cunt to guys so that girls could enjoy it to, then so be it. I was willing. __________________________________ So I Google the website and click on the Wikipedia entry. I'm right about the bidding process. It also lists other websites with similar arrangements and I check them out. Wow! At any given moment, dozens of girls are on line, showing themselves off to their audiences. Back at the first site, I open one of its pages which shows a girl who looks suspiciously young, lying on her back with her legs up by her ears, with her arms and shoulders pushed forward between her legs so that her thighs are behind her shoulders, looking like a contortionist. Leaning her head forward and thrusting her tongue out as far as it'll go, so she's able to lick her own clit. Wow, I wish I could do that! Maybe Little Mo, who's on the gymnastic team at school and whose eleven year old body has the suppleness that mine lacks, can manage it. I'll have to talk to her later. I open more pages until I land on one in which two girls are "performing". I'm hoping for some full-blown gay sex, but they're both wearing their knickers and I don't get to see their cunts. However, knowing that these sites offer girl on girl sex, I really want to be a part of one of these operations. The website offers instructions on how to participate. They want a picture of my naked body (no problem there), proof of my age and some other details which I happily provide, stating that I would like to work with other girls, in twosomes, catering to their gay, female audience. I learn that I can work from home, using the camera on my laptop. I'm told that any partner would have to be vetted by them. I have a number of possible candidates in mind. So I sign up with the website. Now, I'm ready to begin. I undress down to a pair of translucent white knickers which are sheer enough to show off my cunt, then I log on. Two windows pop up, one showing what my camera is seeing, so I can monitor my own performance, and the other showing texts of what my bidders want me to do and how many tokens they've bid. I adjust my laptop so that I'm in the middle of the frame and immediately I see activity in the bidder's window as some dude bids fifty tokens for me to take my knickers off. I mouth "thank you" at the camera, lift my hips, slide my knickers off and spread my legs as wide as they'll go. I feel the familiar thrill that I get whenever I display my cunt, except that now, it's ten times more thrilling, knowing that a vast number of viewers are watching me and many of them will be females. Looking at myself on the screen, I can see that my face and chest are flushed, and my cunt lips are slightly engorged. My clit is twice its normal size and my heart is pounding, my gut churning. My nipples are already erect and I haven't even touched them yet. I'm in a state of intense arousal, not just willing, but desperate to display my cunt to everyone. I no longer care if guys are watching. If they want to get off on me, so be it, but my main targets are girls, lesbians, dykes, and rug munchers like myself. The bids start coming in, requests that I finger my cunt, my bum hole or both, that I tweak my nipples, that I play with my big, expensive vibrator and that I insert dildoes and butt plugs into myself. I happily grant every request, murmuring my thanks to the camera, giving everyone my best, dazzling smile. For the next hour, I'm in heaven as a continuous stream of "customers" asks me to perform a variety of lewd acts, including sucking the fingers that have been up my cunt, letting everyone know how much I relish the taste of it. As more and more clients bid to entice me to display my cunt in lewder and lewder ways, my excitement builds until out of the blue, my orgasm explodes and I collapse on my back, gasping for breath. I lie there, my legs up around my ears, both my orifices offered to the world, still excited despite the fact that I've just cum. Most of the bidders on my site, at this moment, judging from their "handles", are blokes. Others could be either sex and I conclude that only one of them is a girl. Nevertheless, one is enough for me. I think about her, wondering how old and how gay she is. I don't care if she's old and ugly, just knowing that out there, at least one girl is watching me as I show off my cunt, is thrilling beyond belief. I hear the front door slam. Little Mo is home from school. "I'm up here, darling," I call and she comes into the bedroom. Her jaw drops. "What the . . .?" She stares at me as I lie there, my legs spread wide, the laptop sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed. She comes close and looks at the screen. "Oh, my God, Mummy! That's you!" "Indeed it is, Mo, your own sexy Mum out there for all the world to see." I explain how the website works and how I might be able to make some money from my obsession. "Could I make money, too?" she asks. "If you were to do what I've been doing for the last hour, it'd be child pornography, and though I'm not opposed to you showing off your cunt to the world, we need to be aware of the legal ramifications. This website, and others like it, won't feature children. You'll just have to wait until you're eighteen." She starts to unbutton her school uniform dress and before she can get in front of the camera, I shut the computer down. If she were to somehow get into the frame, I'd be in a world of trouble. "So what did your audience want you to do?" I show her the sex toys I've been using, my vibrators and dildoes, pushing them inside myself, repeating my earlier actions. She stares at me, her eyes huge, her mouth open, and again I feel that familiar stirring in my gut that happens whenever she looks at my cunt. Then I tell her about the girl who was able to lick her own clit. "You could do that, Mo." I say, "couldn't you?" I find the website, but the girl has gone. "I could try," she says, taking her dress off, then stepping close to me to let me pull her knickers down, leaving her naked except for her white ankle socks. I stand and aim my phone at her as she lies on the bed, lifts her legs up beside her head, pushes her upper arms and shoulders between her legs and leans forward. Oh, what deep joy! Her little tongue just reaches the top of her little girl's slit, where her clit has started to bud. She wiggles it (her tongue, that is). I make a mini-video of it. I'll be masturbating to it later on. "Well done!" I cry. "I wish I could do that." "It's not that hard." "Not for a youngster like you, but I'm far too old for that degree of contortionism." "Then you'll have to get someone else to lick your cunt; one of your girlfriends, for example." "Oh, don't worry, they like to lick me every chance they get and I give them a lot of chances." She giggles. "And I like to lick them. Nothing tastes better than a hot, wet cunt, Mo, let me tell you. But you've never had your cunt licked, have you?" "No," she confesses. "My friends are all too young for that kind of stuff." "Have you ever been touched by an adult?" I ask, keeping my tone neutral. I have mixed feeling about this. If she's willingly offered herself to a mature woman, I'm fine with that, but if anyone has tried to "molest" her, it'd be a whole different story. "No, but Miss Black would love to, I bet." Miss Black is her P.E. teacher who's reputed to be gay. I met her on parent's day and my gaydar went off like a fire alarm. She's the kind of girl that I fancy and one day soon, when I have time, I might just make a move on her. "How would you feel if she did? Would you let her?" "In a heartbeat!" she cries then her tone softens. "I kinda have a crush on her." "Oh, my poor darling! Has she broken your heart?" I'm torn between jealousy and excitement as I try to visualise what they would look like together, naked, showing off their cunts to me. She laughs. "No, Mummy. She'd only break my heart if she stopped looking at me." That's my girl, I think. "Does she know about how you feel?" "I haven't told her, but I try to show her. She's always there when we're in the changing room and I make sure I'm the last girl to leave so that we have a few seconds alone together. She likes to watch me as I change from my leotard to my school uniform." "Do you put on a show for her?" She must know, from the expression on my face, that I'm not angry. She laughs. "Absolutely! I show her my cunt as deliberately as I dare and her eyes almost pop out of her head." I make a mental note to somehow let Miss Black know that I'm performing lewdly on an adult website. I'm pretty sure my secret would be safe with her. Little Mo says, "I wish I could be on that website, showing my cunt to everyone. Log on again and let me watch you." I can sense that she's longing to show herself off to the whole world, but I'm too afraid of the law to allow her. "As long as you stay out of the frame, my darling. Having you watch as well as all the people out there makes it much more exciting for me. Sit here beside me on the end of the bed." I place the laptop back on the chair directly in front of myself and align it so that I fill the frame and Little Mo isn't visible, then I log back on. I lean back on my elbows, take hold of Mo's wrist and bring her hand to my cunt. In the window on the screen, I can see what my viewers are seeing, namely my naked body and the arm and hand of a third person, and although that arm and hand is considerably smaller than my own, there's no way to prove that it belongs to an eleven year old. All sorts of bells and beeps go off as my viewers start bidding, urging the hand to do all sorts of things to me. Mo smiles at me and I soundlessly mouth the word, "fist". She knows what I mean. On more than one occasion, we've watched fisting videos together, but until now I've never had the courage to ask her to do it, but today I'm so intensely aroused that I don't care that my actions could earn me a lengthy jail sentence. Her face lights up and she immediately pushes two fingers into me, followed by a third. She rotates her hand so that it's palm up, then curls her fingers, touching my G spot. Heat bursts in my gut and I almost cum. Then her little finger joins the others. My cunt is dripping wet. She looks at me again, adoration written all over her face, and she folds her thumb into her palm and pushes her whole hand into me, then makes a fist. My big cunt lips bracket her wrist and I grip her forearm and pull, causing her fist to go deeper. Now half her arm has disappeared. On screen, the bids and tips (yes, satisfied customers will tip) are huge. Mo's arm glistens with my cunt juice every time she pulls it back prior to thrusting it home again. I'm being violated in the most thrilling way imaginable. "Fuck me!" I murmur. "Fuck my hungry cunt, bitch!" Mo grins at me. She knows that I use words like "bitch" and "slut" as compliments. "Oh, Jesus, you're driving me crazy! I'm gonna cum! Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cuming!" I feel like a nuclear bomb has gone off in my cunt, radiating lust through my whole body. I actually see my own toes curl. Mo slowly withdraws her hand which pops out with a slurping noise then, to my delight, she licks her hand and wrist, lapping up the juices that came from deep inside me. From her facial expression, she's really enjoying the taste. I blow a farewell kiss to my audience and log off. _________________________________ The more I think about my little girl in the changing room with Miss Black, the more excited I become. I ask Mo to describe exactly what she does to get the teacher's attention and it's clear that she's like me - a fucking exhibitionist. She has a number of tricks to display her cunt to her teacher, one of them being to strip her leotard off then "accidentally" put her knickers on inside out, then make a show of realising what she's done, taking them off and putting them on the right way round, in the course of which, Miss Black has a relatively long moment to gaze at my little girl's cunt. Another trick when she's naked is to drop something, a comb, perhaps, turn her back on her teacher then bend down to pick it up, thereby revealing both her orifices. "Would you do something for me, Sweetheart? I ask her. "Would you give my phone number to Miss Black and ask her to call me? I'd like to invite her over." I put a head and shoulders picture of myself on Mo's phone to remind Miss Black of who I am. (I'm not going to risk putting "dirty" pictures on Mo's phone. They might fall into the wrong hands.) __________________________________ Sure enough, the next day, Miss Black calls. "Of course I remember you, Ms. Meadow," she gushes. "Your darling Little Mo is my favourite pupil. Her gym work is outstanding." I invite her to my house after school and she readily accepts. "I'd love to visit you at home. I can drive Maureen home from school this afternoon." Bingo! This is going to be awesome. I go up to the bathroom, shower, then sit on the toilet and give my colon a nice triple enema. You never know what might happen on a date with a new partner, which I hope she's going to be. __________________________________ I put a great deal of thought into what I should wear for Miss Black. Finally, I settle for a pair of white nylon briefs that have a panel in the front, like an inverted triangle, of utterly sheer material and, naturally, no crotch liner. This leaves my cunt perfectly visible. Over them I wear a short, silk bathrobe that only just covers my bum. I tie its belt very loosely so that it might "accidentally" come undone at any minute. I hear her car pull into my driveway and I'm just coming downstairs when Mo bursts in, her gym teacher in tow. She's wearing a pair of white nylon jogging shorts and a white cotton singlet that shows off her nipples delightfully. Mo, of course, is in her uniform, a light blue gingham dress with a white collar and cuffs, which buttons all the way down the front. (I often watch her when she comes home, as she unbuttons it, seductively slowly, spreading it wide to show off her white cotton knickers which, themselves, never stay on for very long.) Now, as all you gay girls out there know, once in a while, we meet someone and immediately a spark passes between you and you both know that you're going to get lucky. So it is with Miss Black. The moment she steps in through the door and looks up as I descend the stairs, our eyes lock and I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this is one of those encounters. "It's so nice to meet you again," she says. "Call me Lydia." Shaking her hand, I eye her up and down, hungrily. She's just my type, petite, slender, almost flat chested with neatly trimmed hair framing an almost elfin face. She doesn't flinch at my gaze. "And call me Misty. Can I offer you a drink?" She settles for beer which Mo fetches from the kitchen. We sit down in the living room, Mo and Miss Black on the sofa and I'm sitting opposite in an armchair. I can tell from the way she's looking at me that she's thinking about making a move. I lie back and part my knees, not a lot, just enough to tease her. She stares at my crotch. Now there's no longer any question of whether she's gay or whether she fancies me, I can see the lust in her eyes. "Mummy's wearing her favourite knickers," Mo announces. "Look, you can see her . . ." ". . . cunt," I finish for her. "We don't worry about naughty language in our house. Mo's heard all the forbidden words before and everyone's using them all the time anyway." I stand and, as planned, the knot in the belt fails and the robe falls open. I make no attempt to cover myself and I can feel that familiar churning in my tummy when a girl looks at my private parts. Boldly, I ask, "What are you wearing under those shorts, Lydia?" Mo grins. "You're gonna like this, Mum," says my daughter, smugly. Lydia doesn't seem shocked by my question, intimate though it is. It's perfectly obvious that I'm coming on to her. "See for yourself," she says, standing and letting her shorts fall to the floor, revealing a pair of men's white cotton briefs. "Oh, that's a nice look on a girl," I tell her. "Except that we can't see your cunt," Mo complains. "Do you want to see it?" Lydia asks her. "Of course I do!" Mo cries. "We both do, don't we, Mummy?" "Here you go, then." She slides the briefs down until they fall to her ankles and steps out of them. Her pussy is shaved as cleanly as mine, her cunt lips and clit almost as big. She puts her hands on her bum cheeks and thrusts her hips forward, as though offering herself to us. "Oh, my God!" Mo breathes. "I LOVE showing off my cunt," she announces, sitting back down and spreading her legs. "So does Mummy!" Mo says, loud and clear. "You should see what she does on the internet." If I thought I was going to have any secrets from Mo's teacher, I was wrong. I explain to her about the website that lets me show my cunt to the whole world. "Show her, Mummy." I open my laptop, find the site and open it. From the many pages available I select one depicting two suspiciously young girls who are sitting side by side, fingering each other's cunts and occasionally kissing. Lydia is clearly aroused by them. "So, you like young girls," Lydia observes. "I do." "How young, exactly?" I look across at Mo, who grins, wickedly. "Very young," I confess, "and you?" "I teach girls from eleven to sixteen, so what do you think?" "And of those, which do you find the most attractive?" "Those delicious little first formers, the eleven year olds, and even some second formers." "Preteens, huh? I feel the same way." I look right into her eyes. "But I like big girls, too, especially slender, athletic girls like you." She smiles. "And as Mo tells me that you like her, I imagine you and I are alike. If a girl is old enough to have sexual feelings, then she's old enough for some gentle, consensual sex, don't you agree?" "Absolutely!" "With a caring, considerate adult," I add, taking a huge risk. "Like you?" "I'm her mum. I'd probably feel guilty if we were to . . . you know." "You didn't feel guilty yesterday, Mummy," Mo says. I give her a look which says, "Say nothing". She clamps her lips together. "So far," I tell Lydia, "I've operated on the website alone, but one day I'll ask one of my girlfriends to work with me to do a nice little lesbian scene like this one, but maybe a bit raunchier." "What's `raunchier'?" Mo asks. "Dirtier," I explain. "Like the one where you and I . . ." I cut her off. I don't want anyone to know that my daughter (her arm and hand at least) has been having sex with her own mum. "How many girlfriends do you have?" Lydia asks. "Sexually active ones? About half a dozen." "You're a busy girl." "I'm a randy girl," I say, "a total exhibitionist. When I show my cunt to a girl, my excitement is indescribable. My heart pounds with the thrill of it." "Just like Little Mo," she says. "She's forever showing off her treasure in the changing room at school." Mo grins. "Yes, she told me about that and I have to say I heartily approve. I hope she gets as much pleasure from it as I do, from showing off, that is." "And from looking?" "Yes," I confess. This is the first person other than Mo whom I've told about my lust for my own kid. "We both like to look at each other and to show off. It's kind of mutually reinforcing. The more she shows herself to me, the more excited I become, and she knows it, which excites her even more and so it goes, in a virtuous circle." "Oh, how thrilling! I've always fantasised about a mother/daughter sexual relationship." "Well, ours is in its infancy, so to speak. We haven't done much more than look at each other." I'm not going to tell her about Mo fisting me, at least, not just yet. "Hence the see-through knickers, then?" "Exactly! But now they've done their job and I'm gonna take `em off." I stand. "Let me!" Mo cries, dropping to her knees in front of me, tearing at my knickers, dragging them down, letting me step out of them, then holding them to her face and inhaling. "Oh, how delicious, Misty," Lydia says, "your daughter's a knicker sniffer." "Who isn't?" She smiles in agreement, suggesting that she sniffs knickers, too. I sit back down on the edge of the armchair, sprawl back and spread my legs invitingly. Both girls stare hard at me and again, that special thrill spreads through me. I know my cunt is dripping wet. "Doesn't anyone want to see MY cunt?" Mo whines. "Oh, yes!" Lydia and I chorus. Mo slowly unbuttons her dress, knowing that I like her to take her sweet time, and spreads it apart, exposing her white cotton knickers. Her chest is almost perfectly flat, just a trace of swelling of her boobs, though her nipples are bigger than they were a month ago. "Ready?" she asks, her fingers hooked into the waist of her knickers. "Ready!" we cry, excitedly. She slides them down and as her cunt comes into view, I hear Lydia gasp. "Oh, my God! You're fucking adorable, Mo." "I know," she says, smugly. "Fucking sexy, more like," I offer. Mo stands in front of Lydia and with her fingertips, spreads her cunt lips wide to show off her pink cavern. Her teacher's eyes are huge as she stares at my little girl. My tummy churns again, knowing exactly how Mo feels when someone looks at her cunt. For several long seconds, Lydia gazes at Mo's cunt until the silence becomes awkward, then she says, "It's amazing how uninhibited we all are, given that apart from that parents' day meeting, I've known you for less than an hour." "As soon as you came in with Mo," I say, "I could tell from the way you looked at me that we were going to `click'." "I'm not surprised, given what you were wearing. Those see-through knickers shouted your gayness loud and clear. Hasn't Mo told you that I find knickers to be incredibly exciting?" "Yes, she's told me about how she likes to tease you, showing off her cunt in the changing room. She made it clear that you like young girls just as much as I do." "Exactly how young?" she asks. I look across at Mo and she grins. "Illegally young." "Preteens, even?" I decide to come clean. "Especially preteens, girls like my daughter, young enough to seem innocent, but old enough to have sexual feelings." "I have a lot of sexual feelings," Mo declares. We chuckle. There's another brief silence as Lydia continues to stare at Mo's cunt, so I say, "Let's go up to my bedroom." Carrying my laptop, I follow them upstairs, me in my unbelted robe, Mo in her white ankle socks and Lydia still in her singlet, though bare below the waist (it's a very sexy look), looking at their bare bums as they sway from side to side. "Lie down," I instruct Mo and she throws herself on my bed, her legs splayed, her fingers laced behind her head. I shrug off my robe and lie beside her and Lydia lies on her other side. I run my fingertips up and down her body, with a featherlike touch, more of a tickle than a caress, then I look into Lydia's eyes and back down at Mo's body, inviting the teacher to follow my lead. She reaches out tentatively, her fingers circling Mo's nipples. To further encourage her, I press my fingertips to Mo's cunt, probing to find her clit, then move my hand away. Lydia takes the hint and her hand replaces mine. I see her middle finger push into my little girl, who gasps with pleasure. I smile at Lydia, letting her know it's okay for her to touch my daughter's private parts. "Does that feel nice, darling?" I ask her. "Awesome!" she murmurs. "Don't stop. I REALLY like it!" I watch as the mature gym teacher "molests" my girl, my excitement building. Mo is clearly in heaven. Her eyes are closed but the smile on her face says everything. Lydia's finger pushes in and out. I don't have to worry about Mo's hymen; that was invaded by her finger, years ago. I reach for my phone on the bedside table and, select "video" and start filming. I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. If it were possible to "turn" someone gay, (though, as I've said, we're made that way), then Lydia would be the person to do it. Frankly I don't think my daughter needs turning. She's well on the way to full blown lesbian status, at least in my book. "Do my tits, Mummy," she demands. I tweak her nipples with my fingers, then press my lips to them, sucking and nibbling and, small as they are, I feel them respond. "Oh, my God, Mo!" Lydia groans. "I've wanted to touch your cunt for months and now here I am, my finger inside you. You've no idea how exciting this is." "For me, too, my darling," I add. "D'you like watching us?" Lydia asks. "I can't tear my eyes off you," I tell her. "Just watching you finger her cunt almost has me cumming." "You do it," Lydia says. "Finger my girl?" I desperately want to, I'm loving the anticipaton. "Don't tell me you don't want to. You must have touched her cunt before today." "But not with anyone watching." "But having an audience makes it all the better." Ah, yes, she's a woman after my own heart. I look at Mo who nods her head. I push Lydia's hand away and replace it with my own. Mo gaps again. I stimulate her cunt just as I do with my adult girlfriends, tickling, caressing, probing, inserting and finally finger fucking her as Lydia gazes, enthralled at the action. After a few minutes, I pull my finger out and suck on it. She tastes delicious! Not being sure how to proceed from here, I decide to let the internet move things forward. "Lydia, how would you feel about joining me on that web page, where we could show off our cunts to the whole world?" Her face lights up. "That would be awesome!" "Aren't you worried that someone you know might see you?" Mo asks. Smart girl! "They'd have to explain what they were doing looking at porn on the net," Lydia says, "so I don't think the school board will be knocking on my door any time soon. Let's do it." I set up the laptop on a chair at the foot of the bed. "You have to stay out of this, Mo, just as I explained earlier. Pull the other chair over to one side and you can watch us from there. Just don't let the camera see you.'" I log on and let the site know I want to introduce a partner, supplying them with the details they ask for. Lydia, it turns out, is thirty five, though she looks much younger. Her figure is like mine, slender with small firm tits. We're given the go-ahead, so I turn the laptop's camera on and sit beside Lydia on the end of the bed, our legs spread shamelessly. Once again, that huge thrill sweeps through me as an unknown number of strangers get to see my cunt, my cleanly shaved, big lipped, hot, wet cunt. Immediately, a viewer asks us to touch each other's cunts and willing as I am to comply, Lydia beats me to it, her hand sliding up my thigh until her fingers reach the gates of heaven. I follow suit, my tummy roiling with the thrill of being watched by who knows how many girls, and better still, by Little Mo. My daughter's gaze is riveted on us, her mouth open, her little tongue poking out, her hand between her own legs as she plays with herself. "Thank you," I say to the camera. "I love being watched." Another viewer requests some oral action, bidding a huge number of tokens to encourage us. We're both only too willing. Lydia lies back and I sit on her face, leaning forward to put my own face where it belongs, namely on her hot, wet cunt. From time to time I glance up at Mo who seems to be thoroughly enjoying the scene. Lydia's cunt is as wet as my own, positively dripping and she tastes marvelous! "Oh, my God!" I hear Mo murmur. Happily, there's no way to tell from her voice exactly how young she is. I'm exactly where I belong, with my face between the thighs of an attractive lesbian, my cunt on her lips as she expertly arouses me, but thrill of her tongue is nothing compared to the feelings I'm getting from being watched. The afternoon proceeds with Lydia and I responding to the requests of our audience. We insert a variety of sex toys into each other's cunts and bum holes, we apply my big vibrator to each other's nipples and clits and we rim each other. Lydia must've showered before she came over because her arse is deliciously clean, like my own. I lose count of how many times I cum and Lydia has been cumming every couple of minutes. Eventually, she calls for a break and we log off. "Oh, my God, Mummy, that was awesome!" Mo declares. "Have you seen your Mum having sex before, Mo," Lydia asks. "No, not with another woman, just with herself." "Are you as gay as she is?" "I'm pretty sure she is," I chime in. "I wanna be just like her when I grow up," Mo says. "Why wait until you're grown up?" Lydia asks. "You're old enough to enjoy any kind of gay sex." She's angling for a stab at my little girl. My excitement builds again. "She is," I affirm, "Aren't you, sweetheart?" "I put my fist up Mummy's cunt the other day," she announces proudly. "Oh, my God!" Lydia breathes. "That must've been awesome!" "It was," I say. "She was in me half way up her arm." "Can I fist Lydia, Mummy?" The teacher's face lights up. My pulse picks up. "You can do anything you like, as long as Lydia likes it." "Yes!" cries Lydia, "Anything at all, anything!" "I'll get some lube from the bedside table," I say. "Don't bother. I'm as wet as a water slide. Her little hand will go right inside me." For the next few minutes, I'm treated to the most shameless, lewd, lascivious lesbian action I've ever been privileged to see. Lydia kneels on the bed, her bum up in the air, her upper body lowered and Mo kneels behind her, pushing her fingers into her, twisting her hand, pumping in and out until it slides all the way in. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Mo, fuck my hungry cunt!" I'm as aroused by her words as by the action unfolding in front of me. I gaze at Mo's half buried arm as I finger my own cunt, masturbating furiously, my fingers flicking my clit as my cunt juice drips down my perineum, over my bum hole and down on to the bedsheet. Mo's face, beaded with sweat, is glowing with happiness. My heart is pounding like a steam hammer. Mo's arm thrusts in and out, her attention focused on Lydia, so I crawl down the bed, put my face between my daughter's thighs and kiss her wet cunt. Then I thrust my tongue as far into her as it'll go. I wish my tongue were longer. Then I suck hard on her tiny little clit, drawing it in and out between my pursed lips. Lydia moves her body so that she can reach me and then I feel her mouth on my cunt again. We form a kind of triangle, an endless daisy chain of girls enjoying each other's cunts. After a couple of minutes, I suggest that we all change ends, so that I can lick Lydia, she can lick Mo, and my daughter can lick, or even fist, me. Again, I lose count of my orgasms. I'm getting physically tired and I lift my head to look at my little girl who's happily eating my cunt and at her teacher who's similarly occupied and my heart bursts with happiness. I know I should feel some measure of guilt, having allowed my daughter to watch my depraved exhibitionism and having encouraged another adult "molest" her, but I don't have any kind of regret at all. I know that from now on, all our inhibitions will have flown out of the window, and Mo and I, assisted from time to time by Lydia, will get up to any and all kinds of gay sex. We come up for air and sit in a row at the top of the bed, leaning back against the headboard, our knees bent, our legs akimbo, resting. "Can we do this again, Mummy?" "We can do anything we want at any time, my love. We can fuck each other with my sex toys and we can trib." "What's trib?" "Rubbing our cunts together. And we can enjoy golden showers." "Pee on each other?" This seems to be a new idea for her. "Yes, and you can upend a bottle of wine into my cunt and drink from it." "What? From the bottle?" "No, from my cunt. You can strap on my dildo and fuck me, either up my cunt or up my bum hole. I love anal sex. You can suck on my tits and bite them. A little pain can be nice under the right circumstances. And you can do all this with Lydia too, just as long as I get to watch you." "Oh, yes!" she cries, "I want you to watch, Mummy. That's the best bit of all." She's right. It is the best bit. "Oh, fuck!" I say. "What's wrong?" Lydia asks. "All that delicious sex we just had? We forgot to film it!" "Shit!" Lydia says. "We'll just have to do it all over again." Little Mo smiles. The end