Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2018 11:22:06 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: My Mum is a Bitch My Mum is a Bitch By Misty Meadow My mum is a bitch! I hate her, the fucking cow! Nothing I do is ever right. She tries to control every minute of my life, demanding that I grow up to be a respectable lady. She's not above slapping my face over some trivial transgression. Yesterday, she found a sock under my bed and she grabbed me by the ear and pulled me upstairs so that I could pick it up and put it in its proper place, namely the laundry hamper. Why couldn't she have picked it up herself? She's a religious fanatic, dragging me to church every Sunday, but there's no way I can believe in all that shit. None of it makes any sense. Furthermore, when it comes to my sex education, the whole subject was covered by two instructions: first -- sex is for making babies, so save yourself for your husband on your honeymoon and, second -- sit up and put your legs together. When you let people see your underwear, you make Jesus cry. That's it! She's prudish beyond belief and has put parental controls on my laptop, but she doesn't know that I've worked out her password so I can surf wherever I like, especially porn. Fuck her! My real sex education is a much happier story. About once a week I sleep over with my best friend Jasmine and ever since she could read, her parents, more enlightened than my Mum, bought her age appropriate books on the subject, all of which I've read, so I'm fully up to speed regarding all matters sexual, which is only appropriate for a girl of eleven, just approaching puberty. Jazz is so cool! She thinks I'm beautiful, but she's the one with the good looks. Furthermore, her titties are starting to grow, whereas my chest is still flat. One evening, there we were, both of us stark naked in her bedroom and her mum came in without knocking. She didn't bat an eyelid, merely telling us it was past bedtime and we should put the light out and go to sleep. Jazz was clearly quite comfortable allowing her mum to see us together naked and to be honest, for a second or two I was embarrassed, but once I realised neither Jazz nor her mum cared, I felt quite excited to let her see me with nothing on. My mum would go ballistic if she found me naked with another girl and her mother. The only other person in my life with whom I can freely converse is my Uncle Rupert, my Mum's brother. He told me that Mum got her religiosity from their evangelical parents, but that he'd never bought into that nonsense either. He likes to look up my skirt which makes me tingle all over. We have an unspoken understanding. I pretend that my knicker displays are accidental and he pretends not to look. One weekend when he came over to visit, Mum was out shopping and he came into the bathroom just as I was getting out of the shower. I'd forgotten to lock the door, a hard and fast rule that was rigidly applied even when there were no guests in the house. His face lit up and he gazed at me adoringly for a few seconds before apologising and (reluctantly) leaving. Later he told me that I was gorgeous, that I should never be ashamed of my body and to ignore everything that my mum had to say on the subject. "Just go along with her, then when she's not around, you can be yourself." I felt so grateful to him that later I sprawled back on the couch, my legs spread wide, my dress hiked up, giving him the best upskirt flash he's ever had in his life. His gaze was like fire on my body. "You sexy little fox," he murmured. Even though I like him a lot, this is about as much as he's gonna get. _________________________________ Tonight, I'm sleeping over at Jasmine's house. We've done our homework and now we're busy on her laptop (no parental controls) surfing porn. We'd like to look at stuff featuring kids our own age, around eleven, but we can't find anything. Lots of adults fucking, sucking and other interesting stuff, so we go to some lesbian sites that show girl on girl action, which I find fascinating. We watch several long videos in which beautiful models lick each other's private parts, but it all seems so faked, with too much gasping and groaning, and eventually we get bored and shut the laptop down. Jazz strips down to her bra and knickers and I follow suit, aware of the fact that she's staring at me. I take my sweet time, pulling my dress over my head, leaving me in just my knickers as I don't wear a bra yet, having nothing to support. Being looked at in this manner gets me excited. I stand in front of the full length mirror and talk to myself. "Hello, Misty, you're looking very sexy in you knickers." "Thank you," I respond to myself. "Yes, I am sexy. What would Mum say if she could see me now?" "She'd shit a brick!" Jazz offers. "Take your knickers off and let's see you in the nude." "Watch this, Mum," I say, pulling them down and stepping out of them. "Look, you dried up old cow, I'm stark naked in front of Jazz and she likes me, don't you?" "You're awesome, Misty." She comes and stands beside me and takes her bra off. "Your titties are getting bigger," I tell her. "Take your knickers off." "No, you take `em off, Misty." Oh, this is priceless! If my mum only knew that here I am, pulling another girl's knickers down so I can get a nice close up view of her treasure with just a few wisps of pubic hair above it. She steps out of her knickers and with her big toe, skillfully flick them up in the air, catches them, buries her face in them, inhales, then presses them to my face. There's a faint aroma of sex, like when I finger myself at night. I breathe in deeply and as she takes them off my face, I look up at her, adoringly. She is perfectly beautiful. Her gaze runs up and down my body and I have that nice tingly feeling I get when Uncle Rupert looked at me, only more so. I sit on the end of the bed and spread my legs wide, deliberately showing off my cunt to her and it's clear from the expression on her face that she's as excited as I am. "Let's play a game and pretend we're lesbians," she says. "And do all that stuff that we like to watch on the internet?" My excitement is mounting. "Licking and stuff?" "And kissing. Have you ever been kissed by a girl?" "I haven't been kissed by anyone, not a real kiss, just pecks from friends and neighbours. You can be my first." "I wanna kiss your cunt," she says, dropping to her knees between my thighs. "Years from now I want you to be able to tell your gay friends that you were kissed on the cunt before you were kissed on the lips. Wouldn't that be cool?" "It would be like saying I'm a dirty slut and you can do anything you like to me." I find the idea quite thrilling. It would be the ultimate `fuck you' gesture to my fucking mother. "Go ahead, Jazz, kiss me on my cunt." She leans forward to inspect it. "It's adorable!" she murmurs. "Look at your mound, it's huge! Your cunt lips and your clit will develop soon and then it'll look like mine." I've already noticed that her cunt is more adult looking than mine, which is a mere vertical slit in my mound and even though I still look like a little girl down there, my cunt generates a lot of thrilling feelings for me. "Stop talking and kiss it!" I demand and she leans forward and presses her lips to me. Oh! I feel like I've been set on fire. Warmth spreads though my abdomen and I feel like I need to pee, but I know my bladder's empty. This is ten times better than when I finger myself at night in bed. I look past Jazz at the mirror behind her. Her bum is elevated and I can see both her cunt and her rosebud. "Imagine if my mum could see us now," I say. I pretend she's looking at us through the mirror. "Look, Mum, Jazz is licking my cunt! We're gonna grow up to be lesbians, just to piss you off, you miserable old bitch! It feels good, Mum. I don't think Jesus is crying. I bet he likes to watch two little girls having gay sex. I bet he's up there in heaven, wanking himself silly." Jazz snorts, laughing through her nose as her tongue does marvelous things to my cunt, then she gazes up at me, her eyes huge. It's obvious she's enjoying herself. I stroke her hair and spread my legs even wider. Emotions that I've never felt before are sweeping through me. Have I suddenly fallen in love with Jazz? She's making me feel good in a very special way and I want to make her feel the same. "Let me lick you," I say. "I wanna make you happy, Jazz. I wanna make you cum." She lifts her head and looks up at me" "Let me finish you off," she says. "NO! I wanna lick your cunt right now! I wanna make you cum, Jazz. Get up here on the bed." Reluctantly, she abandons me and lies down beside me. "Kiss me first, Misty. Kiss my mouth and taste your own cunt on my lips. You'll like it." We embrace and I press my lips to hers, feeling her tongue push its way into my mouth. I'm being penetrated, invaded, molested and abused in the most marvelous way and though this is a new and thrilling experience, it's overshadowed by my sudden compulsion to lick her cunt. I break away and slide down the bed until I can kneel between her legs. I push them apart and gaze at her cunt. It is more developed than mine, with well defined lips and a little clit at the top. "Oh, Jazz, you're beautiful!" I murmur, and then I'm in heaven, my mouth pressed firmly against her, my tongue probing into her, then licking up and down, finally arriving at her clit. I purse my lips and suck on it, drawing it rapidly in and out of my mouth, hearing her gasp with pleasure. The smell and taste of her is overpowering. Look at me now, Mum, I think to myself. Your darling little daughter's eating pussy and loving it! I wanna spend the whole night here, my face in her crotch, making her cum. What would the ladies in church say if they could see me now? Fuck `em and fuck you! Right now I'm a dirty little lesbian slut and the more dirty things Jazz and I do, the happier I'll be. It occurs to me that as outrageous have my actions been so far, I can go a step further. I put my hands under Jazz's knees and push them up to elevate her bum, then lick the flesh below her cunt, and arrive at her sweet little brown rosebud. I press my tongue to it. It seems to be the most natural thing in the world, "dirty" in the sexual sense, but in fact perfectly clean from an earlier shower. My tongue goes in an inch or so. I wish it were longer. "Oh, you naughty little girl!" she says. "Like it?" I ask, coming up for air. "I LOVE it! I never knew my bum could feel so good. Put a finger in it." I moisten my middle finger in my mouth and push against her rectum. She relaxes and it slides right in. I go back to sucking on her clit while finger fucking her up the arse. She's gasping and mewling, groaning and writhing and I'm guessing she's close to cumming. My own excitement is building, too. I extract my finger and pop it in my mouth to clean it, but it's unnecessary. There's no nasty taste at all. I put the finger into her cunt and follow it with a second. I turn my hand palm up and curl my fingers. I know from touching myself that if I touch her G spot, it'll drive her crazy. And so it does! She cums with a loud groan, her thighs clamping my head, her hips thrusting up to meet me. I'm filled with happiness. I'm so proud to have made her cum. I wanna do it over and over again, never stopping until I collapse from exhaustion, at which point, I'll let her lick me until I cum myself. She relaxes and I roll on to my back. "You taste marvelous, Jazz." "My bum, too?" "Yeah. It's so perfectly clean." "That's because when I shower, I push a soapy finger up there. Not only does it feel good, I never get skid marks on my knickers." She lifts herself up on one elbow and looks at me, her gaze running up and down my body. "You'll have a nice pair of titties soon, Misty." "I can't wait." "But I love you just the way you are. I don't care that your chest is flat and that your mound is bald because I like little girls. Does that make me a pervert?" "If it does, then I'm a pervert, too, `cos I like you." "Lie back and let me lick you again," she demands and so I let her take me to heaven and back with her fingers and tongue, using the techniques we learned from watching all those lesbian videos. I can hear myself moaning, so perhaps all that gasping and groaning on the videos was real after all. The fire in my tummy grows hotter and I know I'm going to cum. "Look at me, Mum," I mutter, pretending that she's watching. "Jazz is licking my cunt. She's a dirty fucking slut just like I am. I licked her arse, Mum and it was delicious. I'm gonna lick it and her cunt every chance I get from now on and fuck you, we're gonna find even dirtier stuff to do, just to piss you off, you miserable old bag! Oh shit, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Mum! Oh, my God! Oooh! Pheeeew! Oh, that was awesome! She made me cum, Mum, she made me happier than you could ever dream about." Jazz sits up and looks at me, triumphantly. "Did I really make you cum? Wow! We should've done this a long time ago." "But now we'll do it every chance we get, Jazz. Kiss me again." I intended that she should kiss me on the mouth, but she dives between my legs again, licking furiously. Ah, well, we can kiss later. _________________________________ There's a soft knock on the door and I hear her Mum's voice asking if she can come in. Jazz looks at me. "You okay with this?" she asks. I nod my head. "Come in," Jazz calls and she steps into the room. For her age, she's still quite attractive, dressed in a deliciously short sheer nightie, in pale blue, so diaphanous that her nipples and cunt are perfectly visible. She's shaved off her pubic hair. Her face lights up as she sees us lying side by side, naked on the bed, not bothering to cover our private parts. "Oh, my God, girls, you're so beautiful!" I'm tingling all over in a quite new way. "Isn't Misty adorable?" Jazz. "Stunning," she says, her eyes running up and down my body. "Even sexier than you, Sweetheart, if that's possible. Can I take a picture of you both?" "Sure," says Jazz, "use my phone. It's there, on the dresser." I nod my head. Before she can take a shot of us I spread my legs and Jazz hooks one thigh across mine. The flash goes off. "Oh, that's perfect. Two gorgeous naked little girls, showing off just for me. I'm having very naughty thoughts and they're making me all wet." I'm intrigued. I've never had a grown woman look at me quite like this. "Just what are you thinking, Mum?" Jazz asks. "Oh, my thoughts are way too naughty to share with you, after all, you are my daughter." "You can tell me, Mum. I won't tell anyone else." "I'll say just this. I don't want to embarrass you, Misty, but I've been hoping for a moment like this, seeing you happily naked and showing off for me." "I'm doing it because if my Mum could see me now, she'd go ballistic! I like to do naughty things just because she'd hate it. I absolutely loathe her!" "I can't believe that any reasonable woman could find you anything but stunningly beautiful, Misty." "Even without tits?" "Especially without tits. You look so innocent and sexy at the same time." Just to keep her going, I put my hand down between my legs, plunge a finger deep inside myself, then suck it dry. "Oh, I wish that were my finger," she groans. "Hands off, Mum," Jazz cries. "Misty is all mine. We're in love!" "You can put your finger in me if you want, Misty." She lifts the front of her nightie, displaying her cunt to us. I really do want to touch her, to explore her fully grown cunt with its unusually large clit, but I know that if I succumb to temptation, I risk losing Jazz's love. "I'm sorry," I say, "I love Jazz too much." "I understand, girls," her mum says. "I'm sorry, Jazz, I got carried away. The sight of you both lying there so vulnerably clouded my judgment. I'd better leave you to . . ." "To do what, Mum?" "Whatever naughty antics you were getting up to before I came in, and do me a favour: take pictures of everything." Jazz looks at me and grins. My own smile reflects my consent to be photographed. After one last lingering look, her mum leaves the room. "Your mum is awesome, Jazz. She's not in the least bit bothered that we're having sex together. I wish my mum was like her." "You had her eating out of your hand, Misty." "I had you eating out of my cunt, moments ago. What happened?" "It's your turn to eat me," she points out. Fair enough. I'm more than happy to comply. Look, Mum, I think, I'm licking Jazz's cunt juice as it trickles from her cunt. It's fucking delicious. I'm gonna be a total lez from now on, so how do you like that, huh? Fuck you, you cow! Mum fades from my mind as I lose myself in the wondrous beauty of Jazz's sweet, wet cunt. Licking her and making her happy is even more fun than just pissing my mother off, though I'm gonna try to think of dirtier and dirtier things to do with Jazz, my new darling lover. _____________________________ It's late and her mum has gone to bed. We decide to shower and soon we're both covered from top to toe in soap suds, having lovingly lathered each other all over, our hands lingering between each other's legs, my fingers playing with her growing nipples. I can't wait for my tits to grow, to give her something to play with. "Do you ever pee in the shower?" I ask her. "Always, but tonight I held off. I didn't want to freak you out." "Me, too. My bladder's about to burst. Sometimes, when I pee, I put my finger in the stream and taste it." "I've done that, too. It doesn't taste so bad, you know. We can't waste your pee, Misty," she says, falling to her knees, putting her hands on my bum and pulling me over her upturned face. "Go on, pee on me." Suddenly, I'm incredibly excited. This is something that would drive my mum out of her mind. "Look, Mum," I say to a mental picture of her, "Jazz is letting me pee on her. Isn't that awesome? It's because she loves me so much and wants to be intimate with me in the dirtiest was possible. Here we go, Jazz." My stream hits her face and she closes her eyes, then she leans back to let me pee on her tits, and then leans even more so that I'm peeing on her tummy and cunt. Just before I'm empty, I pull her head back between my legs and she opens her mouth. The last few drops of my pee fall right into it and she swallows. "Oh, my God, Misty, that was delicious!" "Really?" "Well, not exactly, it wasn't so bad, but drinking it felt deliciously naughty. Wanna drink mine?" In a flash, I'm down on my back lying in the tub as she stands over me and her pee feels almost hot as it lands on my body. She hoses me up and down and the feel of her jet hitting me on my cunt is amazing. Then, she's peeing on my face and I open my mouth. It's half full before she dries up and I swallow as she looks down at me adoringly. It tastes a bit like beer, not as bad as I thought and I could get to like it, especially as it's the dirtiest thing we've done together. "Oh, I love it!" I enthuse. "It's even more fun than when I used to pee in my knickers when I was little. That used to drive my mum crazy." "I still pee in my knickers when to mood takes me." "We should do that together, then I could wear your pee soaked knickers. How naughty is that? Dirty enough to freak out my mum?" After we towel off and go back into the bedroom, I think of one more thing that would be utterly disgusting, if it involved anyone other than my new lover. I want to lick her arse again. When I suggest it, she laughs, but lets me do it, kneeling on all fours as I approach her from behind. Freshly clean from the shower, her arse hole has no flavour and licking it is almost as thrilling as licking her cunt. "Oh, Misty, this feels amazing! You gotta try it! Lie on your back and lift your legs up beside your head. Oh, that's a sexy pose! Here we go." I'd never imagined how good it would feel to have my arse licked. It's thrilling in a different way, mostly because it's so outrageously sluttish, a perfect way to end my evening of doing things Mum would hate. Why would humans evolve to enjoy licking each other's arses? Same reason some of us are gay, I suppose. It helps bond us together, the more intimate the act, the closer our bonds will be. I wonder if this is making Jesus cry. Probably not, no, I think. You're a bloke, Jesus, and blokes like this sort of stuff. You're loving every minute of it, aren't you? Look, Mum, Jesus is stroking his cock and he's gonna cum and drench us both with His holy spirit! I loathe you, you fucking bitch! Jazz looks up at me, her eyes big and bright. "Fuck your mum," she murmurs, then buries her face again. The end.