Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2017 09:31:49 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: The Auction The Auction By Misty Miller Mum and I are naked in my bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at ourselves in the mirrored doors of my closet. "I wanna take more pictures of you," she says, camera ready in her hand. "Don't you have enough already?" "I can never have too many pictures of you in your birthday suit. You look so fucking sexy!" "But I don't have any boobs and my pee pee is just a slit. I'm still a little girl." "I don't think you appreciate how sexy little girls can be." "Only to perverts like you." I grin to let her know I'm kidding. "Would you prefer me to be any other way?" "Oh no!" I hasten to assure her. "I love you, Mum, just the way you are." "By the way, don't you think it's about time you stopped calling it your "pee pee"? You're a big girl now." "What should I call it?" "I call mine my pussy. Then there's twat, minge, quim, snatch and best of all, cunt. Take your pick." "Cunt," I say. I try the word out; "Look at my cunt. Kiss my cunt. Put your finger in my cunt. Yes, I like cunt. It has a kind of naughty sound to it." "Oh, I love it when you talk dirty, Misty. Now, sit on my lap and spread your legs," she says. I plonk myself on her thighs with my back to her chest and open my thighs as wide as they'll go. She takes a picture, but when we look at the result, all we see is the flare of the flash reflected in the mirror. "Turn the flash off and take it again." "I have a better idea. Let's sit on the end of the bed and put the camera on the dresser and set the timer. That way I can have both hands free." "To do what?" I ask, grinning again. "Wait and see." I climb off her, pull the curtains wide to admit more light and set the camera on the dresser, pointed at Mum who's now sitting on the end of my bed. I climb back on her knee with my legs splayed again and we watch the red light flashing as it counts down. I feel Mum's hands under my knees, pulling my legs as wide as they'll go, a hundred and eighty degrees apart. Knowing that this is going to look really "dirty" in the provocative sexy sense, a huge smile breaks out on my face, just as the camera clicks. The result is perfect. Mum's looking over my shoulder, her smile almost as dazzling as mine, and my cunt is lewdly exposed for all to see. "Are you gonna put this on the internet?" I ask, hopefully. "You wish! No, it's child porn, totally illegal. Who'd take care of you if I went to jail? No, I'm going to add that to the special file with those other naughty naked pictures. I have a plan for them." "What plan?" "Never you mind, my little sex kitten. Now get on all fours and show me your bum." I kneel, facing away from her, my rear end elevated to display my cunt and my little pucker. The flash goes off again and then I feel Mum's hands on my hips and her tongue probing my little brown hole. She loves doing that, which is why, when I shower, I always push a soapy finger up there. Little shivers of delight run through me. _________________________________ The plan is to raise money to help refugees fleeing war in the Middle East. "I'm going to auction you off," says Mum, later. "Sell me?" "Not exactly. "I'm inviting all my ex girlfriends over, ostensibly for an underwear party, but when it gets going, I'm going to introduce you in special way. I'm going to ask for donations, with the highest winning a prize." "And the prize is me?" "Yeah." "What will I have to do?" "I haven't quite thought that part out, yet, but we'll start out with a slide show, all those naughty pictures of you up on the big TV screen, just to get their interest, and then you'll make your appearance and I'll ask for the bidding to begin. They'll be so excited by the pictures that they'll compete with each other to . . . well, it's up to you what the prize should be, exactly." "Will Sandy be there?" I had a crush on her when she was Mum's significant other. "Yes, and Maria and Lee and Kim and Jackie and about three others. I haven't sent out the invites, yet." The thought that these women, all of whom I know, will see our collection of nude pictures of me, sends little shivers of excitement through me. All of them, at one time or another, made comments about how "cute" I was, "cute" being a code word for sexy. I could tell from the way they'd looked at me that they regarded me not just as a child, but as someone who'd grow up one day be a target for their lust. But now I'm eleven, and soon I'll have titties and pubic hair and every day those lovely sexy feelings that Mum arouses in me are growing stronger and stronger. She knows how to get me excited, in fact it was she who, several years ago, showed me how to masturbate, not just me, but her, too, letting me finger her cunt. Yes, my Mum and I have sex, real lesbian sex. She licks my cunt and lets me suck on her nipples, which drives her crazy and then she even lets me go down between her legs and lick her. I've grown to love the aroma of sex. At first, it was just fishy, but now it gets me all worked up `cos it tells me she's enjoying what I'm doing to her. The more I think about the upcoming auction, the more excited I become. "What about the prize?" I press her. "We have to offer them something. How about half an hour alone with you in your bedroom?" "An hour would be better," I say. "Enough time for me to be seduced." "You don't need any seducing," she laughs. "You're the one who'll be leading the action, my sweet darling little slut." She hugs me tight. This is going to be awesome! _________________________________ The most thrilling evening of my life has arrived. Mum has set it all up. Seven of her ex girlfriends have arrived, shedding their coats to reveal an exciting variety of sexy undies and they mill about, drinks in hand. There's quite a lot of friendly kissing going on and some surreptitious groping. Meanwhile, I'm upstairs on the landing, trying to stay hidden, peeping down at them. Mum has excellent taste in girls and all of them are attractive, slender, and totally gay. I don't know if any of them are into little girls like Mum is, but I imagine I'm about to find out. Mum stands at the bottom of the stairs. "Attention, everyone," she calls, pulling her knickers down so that she's naked. I hear a few whoops and whistles as she twirls her knickers round and round and releases them so that they sail over the crowd. Arms reach up to grab them, but Sandy's the one who catches them, waves them triumphantly and then buries her face in them. The lights dim and the big fifty inch TV screen lights up. My heart is racing as the slide show begins, each picture staying on the screen for about ten seconds. There I am, not a stitch on, posing and showing of in the lewdest manner imaginable, revealing my cunt to the world. In every picture, my face wears an eager smile. It's not faked because I really enjoy showing off. I hear a few gasps and "Oh, my God's" as seven women in sexy undies stare at the screen. My poses become ever more provocative as the show proceeds, about sixty pictures in all, culminating in the one we shot in my bedroom where I sat on her lap as she pulled my legs wide apart in invitation. The slide show ends, leaving the last picture up there. Mum, at the bottom of the stairs, dims the lights down to zero, then brings up the light which illuminates the staircase. This is my cue. I descent slowly, naked except for a chiffon scarf, so sheer that it conceal nothing, wrapped round my neck and hanging down at the back and front. It comes low enough to cover my cunt, but only if I stand still. Stepping slowly downstairs, it sways from side to side, giving brief glimpses of my treasure. All eyes are riveted on me. I hear appreciative murmurs of "Oh, my God!" Mum comes half way up the stairs and sits down. I step past her then stop and sit on her lap, my back to her chest. I can feel her breasts pressing against my shoulder blades. As we rehearsed, she pulls my legs apart in exactly the same way as in the picture still up on the screen. The guest all crowd round the bottom of the stairs and a burst of spontaneous applause breaks out. "I've mislead you all," Mum announces in a loud voice. "The real reason for this party is not just a reunion, but a chance to raise funds for Syrian refugees. I'm going to auction my daughter, Misty, whom you've all met, and have now seen in all her glory on the screen. You should know that Misty is quite happy to do this, in fact, she's been looking forward to this evening all week. I want you all to bid for her, and the highest bid will spend an hour alone with her in her bedroom." I hear several gasps. "You can do anything you like with her until she says `no' which is a word she doesn't often use." My inviting smile broadens into a huge grin. I stand, putting one foot on the stair Mum's sitting on and lift the other leg to place my foot on her shoulder. She turns her head and looks up at my cunt which is about two inches from her face. Her lips purse in a pretend kiss. "Now, do I hear any offers?" Someone calls, "A hundred quid." This is greeted with snorts of derision and the bidding quickly escalates up to eight, nine hundred, then a thousand. "Fifteen hundred!" Sandy calls, and my excitement mounts. I really want her to win. "Two thousand," calls a voice from the rear. "Twenty five hundred," another voice calls. "Three!" Sandy shouts. "Three thousand for an hour with my darling little Misty! Worth every penny." The others, evidently intimidated by Sandy's determination, remain silent. "At three thousand pounds, going, going, sold!" Mum calls and a round of applause breaks out. "Congratulations, Misty, you're a treasure. They're all totally in love with you." Sandy steps forward, her face alight with excitement. She's wearing sheer silk tap pants with a matching camisole, all trimmed with lace. I can see her cunt lips and her big dark nipples through it. "Misty, my darling," she says as I run to the bottom of the stairs and jump into her arms, wrapping my legs round her waist. "I've always thought you were the sexiest little girl on the planet, even sexier than your Mum and she's totally hot! I think about you every night." "When you masturbate?" I whisper in her ear. "How did you know?" "Because I do it, too." "Oh, my God, you naughty, naughty girl!" "Don't you like naughty girls?" "I do! I do!" "Then come up to my bedroom," I say, sliding down her body and taking her hand. As we walk up the stairs, I turn to look at the guests, their upturned faces registering envy, longing and even jealousy. In the bedroom, I throw myself on to my back on the bed, my arms and legs spread out invitingly. She sits beside me and gazes as my body. "What are we gonna do?" she asks. "Everything that Mum and I do." "But she's never told me." "We kiss. We cuddle. I suck on her boobs. She fingers my cunt. She lets me do the same to her. She kisses my cunt and my bum hole." "Do you kiss hers?" "Of course I do. I love licking her cunt with its big lips and clit. It drives her crazy. Now I want to watch while you undress." She stands and slowly slides her tap pants down, revealing her shaved pussy with nice big lips like Mum's, then lifts her camisole off to let me see her lovely tits, small and firm but with big nipples. I find my camera on the bedside table and take a picture of her. She lies beside me and takes me in her arms. "Let's start with a kiss," she says. I'm so ready, for her, so aroused by the auction, so thrilled to have all those eyes gazing hungrily at my little cunt, that as soon as her lips touch mine and her tongue pushes into my mouth, I have a delicious little orgasm. It's amazing how fast an hour can go when you're having fun. To be honest, fun doesn't begin to describe it. We do everything that Mum's taught me. After I play with her nipples and suck on them, Sandy is surprised and delighted at how eagerly I dive between her legs to press my face between her big, floppy cunt lips and how furiously my tongue works to make her cum and how happily I suck her nice big clit in and out between my lips. When she cries out and her body convulses in sexual ecstasy, the wonderful thrill of having taken her to heaven arouses me even more than I am already. I've no idea how many orgasms she has until she tells me to stop and lie back to let her kiss my body from shoulders to knees. Her lips come home to rest between my splayed legs and she makes me cum twice more, which is more than Mum has ever been able to do. We're lying on our backs, exhausted, regaining our breath, when I point out the row of sex toys on the dresser, a dildo, a strap-on, another two-ended dildo and a vibrator. "Take your pick," I say. "I've never used a strap on," she says. "How would you like me to fuck you with it? I use it to fuck Mum. She loves it!" Her eyes go big with wonder. "Oh, my God, yes! Yes!" I stand and pick up the toy and arrange it round my hips and look at myself in the mirror. I look strange, a sweet eleven year old child with a huge cock pointing out from her crotch. It's almost scary and I think that if there were a way to fuck myself, I'd do it. "In your cunt or up your arse?" Before she can reply, there's a knock at the door and Mum comes in. "Time's up," she says. "Oh, Misty, you little dyke!" She eyes my outfit. "We'll have to try that later. How did you guys get on?" "I'm totally in love," Sandy says. "She made me cum three times," I say. "It was all so awesome. I'll tell you the details later." As the three of us descend the stairs, my strap-on waving from side to side, the crowd erupts in applause, clapping and cheering. The dazzling smile on my face lets them know that I've survived an hour alone in my room with a dedicated lesbian and that I've enjoyed the experience immensely. "How was it, Misty?" someone calls. "Fucking awesome!" I assert. "She was amazing," Sandy calls, her face and chest still flushed. "I lost count of my orgasms!" I remove the strap-on, toss it aside and stand halfway down the stairs, one foot up on a higher step to show off my cunt. "Mum, when's the next auction?" When the laughter dies down, someone calls, "How about now?" There's a short pause. That's when I call to the crowd, "How much will you bid for an hour alone with me, with little Misty Meadow?" "Three thousand!" "Four!" "Five!" "Oh, Misty," says Mum. "I'm so proud of you." The end.