A Family Thing

(I want to thank reader KF for sharing her experiences and fantasies that inspired this story.)

Part 7

Once again, Kari was having a hard time deciding what to wear to visit Nana. She knew she wouldn't wear a bra or panties but couldn't decide between a dress or a blouse and skirt. She settled on a light dress that she could easily unzip and slip off her shoulders, hoping she hadn't misinterpreted some of Nana's hints and suggestions.

When she arrived, Nana answered the door in an old house dress Kari remembered her wearing when Kari was a little girl, all buttons down the front. It was obvious she had no bra on because Kari could see her nipples poking against the fabric but not sticking way out. Nana gave her a kiss, her tongue gently brushing over Kari's lips. When Kari opened her mouth, their tongues lightly touched for a moment before Nana stepped back.

“I brought the C–size batteries you needed for your vibrator,” Kari smiled as she handed Nana the plastic bag. “I got the giant size at the big box store, just in case.”

“How very thoughtful,” Nana laughed as she took the bag and gave Kari another kiss before leading her into the kitchen where she had a pot of coffee brewing.

There was no dancing around the topic of sex or their mutual intentions that morning.

“I hope you don't mind me wearing just this,” Nana told Kari pointing to her dress. “I figured it would be OK after some of the conversations we've had.”

“Of course not, Nana,” Kari responded even as her nipples stiffened, “I'm surprised she still had it. I'm glad you feel free to be comfortable around me.”

“You have no idea how relieved that makes me,” Nana said with a devilish grin, “I was worried I said too much but you seemed...um...responsive and, after your last visit, had much more than simple curiosity.”

“I enjoyed hearing about some of the things you've done,” Kari smiled back and took a deep breath. “Actually, our talk made me very horny and it seems we have a lot of mutual interests and much more in common than I would have thought. I do hope you feel the same way.”

“It thrills me to talk with someone who understands,” Nana replied softly. “I really needed someone to talk to but never expected it to be you. I like to talk about sex almost...but not quite...as much as doing it with myself or others, as well as recalling some of my fondest memories and ongoing fantasies.”

“I think it's getting a little warm in here,” Kari murmured, getting turned on by how open and intimate the whole conversation was quickly becoming.

“Yes, it is, isn't it,” Nana grinned.

“Would you mind if I got a little more comfortable?” Kari asked as she felt a drop of her pussy juices seep toward her asshole.

“Oh, please do, dear,” Nana responded with no hesitation. “We both should, don't you think.”

Kari got to her feet and unzipped her dress as Nana stood and unbuttoned hers while Kari had her dress over her head. When Kari next could see Nana, she was completely naked too. They just looked at each other and giggled like two junior high school girls at a sleepover.

“I only have three of these dresses left,” Nana smiled, casually tossing the garment off to one side. “One reason I like them so much is they are so easy to put on...and even easier to take off.”

“I like the idea of finding out new things. Even if they might be a little scary or beyond the pale, I want to know,” Kari murmured, taking in the sight of her short, thin grandmother's naked body with small drooping tits and smoothly shaven pussy for the first time.

“I have so very much to tell you, I hardly know where to start,” Nana said soothingly, “so I guess the beginning as best as I can recall is best....”

“….You have to remember that the whole world was a lot different back when I was a little girl like Sirena, with no internet or TV with families and neighbors living in tight–knit communities. Before the war, World War II that is, a lot of families had tough times and ours was no different. There often was no work and men were forced to leave their families behind in search of jobs. When the war began, a lot more of the men volunteered or got drafted to not return until several years later...if at all. My father was one of those that didn't come home but I was so little when he left, I don't really remember him.

There were some men around for one reason or another, like our next–door neighbor whose eyes were so bad every service turned him down or they were too old or some such. In any case, there were a lot more women than men in our community.

As I told you before, I was eight when I discovered that magic little button between my legs that made my whole body tingle and feel so good. Naturally, I played with myself every chance I got. My mother caught me a couple of times, scolding me to not touch myself like that when other people might see me. I took that to mean it was perfectly alright in private so I started doing it every night after the lights went out but that was never enough.

There was a shed in the back of our yard with tools and the like in it that was shoved up against a hedge. There wasn't much room between the two but enough to crawl behind and have a private space. One day, I was showing my secret spot to another girl my age who lived down the street. She was crawling behind me and noticed I wasn't wearing panties under my dress.

When she asked me about that, I told her it was easier to touch myself and feel good without them. She didn't know what I meant so I pulled up my dress, held the hem under my chin and started fingering my pussy. She just looked at me in surprise and, when I asked, said she never touched herself like that.

One thing led to another and a few minutes later we were both sitting naked in the dirt rubbing our pussies and moaning our pleasure. I told her what my mother said about not touching like that when others could see so she knew not to say anything to anyone, including her own mother.

We had been meeting behind the shed to finger ourselves together for a little while before my mother caught us. She was really mad at first but when she didn't tell the other girl's mother, we didn't think it was all that serious and kept right on doing it. My mother caught us a few more times but seemed less upset every time.

That just encouraged us to do more. I don't remember exactly how it happened but one day the other girl touched my pussy. It was like my whole body was lit on fire. I had the most intense ever tingling between my legs and it spread down my thighs to my toes and up through my body until my face was flushed and I had a hard time catching my breath.

I remember that was a few days after my ninth birthday and it was probably the closest I'd gotten yet to a real orgasm. Of course, after that, we would finger each other as often as we could. It wasn't until somewhat later that others taught us that using our tongues and fingers together was even more intense.

Then one rainy day, my mother caught me and my friend fingering each other in my bedroom. We were so engaged in what we were doing we didn't even know she was there or how long she stood in the doorway watching us. She finally marched in to stand looking down at us on the bed and I figured we were both in for a serious spanking.

Back in those days, any mother was perfectly free to spank any kid they thought got out of line for whatever reason. It didn't have to be their own and if we complained about it when we got home, we most likely would get another one from our own mother.

In any case, she just looked down at our naked bodies for what seemed like hours but was probably less than a minute. Then she surprised us by slipping off her house dress and stepping out of her old–fashioned cotton panties to stand there naked. She only had one bra in those days, so she only wore that when she dressed up for church or something like that, never around the house.

My friend and I just gawked at her in total surprise. Neither of us had ever seen our mothers, or any other grown–up for that matter, completely naked before and were fascinated by her body. Her tits seemed like large balloons, dangling down with hard brown nipples pointed right at us. The tangle of dark hair between her legs seemed as thick as any pictures of a jungle I'd seen in books.

She sat down on the bed between us and put a hand on each of our thighs, making lazy circles on our soft skin with her fingertips. She told us she wasn't mad, that what we were doing was quite natural and everyone did it one way or another but it was something to keep private.

Since we already started, she wanted to show us a few things about our bodies so we could fully enjoy the touching and not hurt ourselves or each other. She had me lay on my back with my legs spread wide and pointed out all the parts down there for my friend. I shivered each time she or my friend touched me. Then we traded places and she showed me all the same parts on my friend.

She then got on her back with her legs wide open and showed us how different a grown woman was from a prepubescent girl...the hair, the big tits, the stiff nipples, the warm puffy slit, the dangling inner lips, the hard nub of her clit and the very wet cunt entry hole and canal.

By then we were all pretty hot and aroused. She had me and my friend lay back down and knelt between us. She started slipping a finger through both of our tight pussy slits at the same time, stopping to circle our tiny clits each time she got to the top. After a few times, we were both squirming and moaning but she didn't stop the way we usually did when we touched ourselves or each other.

I remember my whole body starting to quiver and I felt like I was going to pee on my mother. When I said something, she simply smiled, said it wasn't pee and told me to enjoy the feelings. A few moments later, a full–blown orgasm erupted from my body and I clamped my thighs around her hand. I looked over to my friend to see her thrashing and groaning through her own climax. My mother told me later that was probably the closest to the real thing I would feel at my age.

When we recovered, my mother told us it was our turn to show her what we learned. I remember how warm her pussy was as I split her puffy lips with my fingers, how big and hard her clit became when I rubbed it and how wet her entry hole was after she insisted I slide three fingers as deep as I could go into her. We kept fingering her pussy and fondling her tits until her entire body tensed, she shuddered, shrieked her own orgasm and soaked the bed with her juices in the process.

After that, I was allowed to play with myself any time I wanted in the house and my friend was allowed to join me. After my mother talked to hers, we could do the same thing at her house too. Sometimes, one or the other or both of our mothers would join us, other times they would just watch and play with themselves. When we were alone, my mother and I made helping each other feel good and cum a regular, practically daily, occurrence.

Years later, Pop and I did exactly the same thing with your mother and aunt, individually and together, but that's another story.

Remember there weren't a lot of men around, so every month or so the women would hold what they called a cotillion at someone's house. While it was a chance for them to get together and gossip, they also brought along their kids, both boys and girls, some as young as five or six.

So, one Friday evening after we started playing with each other, my mother got me all dolled up in the best dress I owned and took me with her. The only thing she told me was one of the women might want me to go home for the weekend to teach me some different things and help her take care of her house.

My mother made it crystal clear I was to do anything and everything the other woman asked of me, including touching the other woman and letting her touch me any way she wanted. When I asked if she was going to take some other kid home with her, she told me she had her eye on a girl I knew was twelve years old and already sprouting tits.

After we socialized for a while with a number of women and kids, my mother introduced me to a woman I'd only seen around a few times. We talked for a while before she asked my mother if I could go home with her. My mother smiled sweetly, gave me a kiss and told me she would see me on Sunday afternoon. Then she walked away and a few minutes later I saw her leave holding hands with the twelve–year–old girl.

When we got to the woman's house, I could immediately see there wasn't much to do in terms of housekeeping and the like. We were sitting at the kitchen table talking when I was surprised by a man walking in, her brother who was too young to go in the Army it turned out.

As she introduced me, the man stood behind her, leaning over to kiss her neck and right ear and sliding his hands down the inside of her blouse to cup her tits over her bra. My eyes bulged out of my head and I felt a familiar tingling between my legs. Then she unbuttoned her blouse with her eyes locked on mine and explained to the man my mother told her I liked to play sex games. He looked up at me as she slipped off her bra and asked if that was true. I nodded meekly and he just grinned happily.

Then he took her hand and walked toward the bedroom at the back of the house. The woman told me to come along, stopping to take my hand in hers when I hesitated.

In the bedroom, they both stripped off their clothes quickly. I just stood there in awe, seeing a naked woman other than my mother and, for the first time, a nude adult man. I was fascinated by the enormous stiff cock standing out from the unkempt tangle of his pubic hair. It was only the second dick I'd ever seen in person, the first being my friend's two–year–old brother. That one was short and thin and didn't have any hair around it either, like our immature pussies.

The woman told me to take off my clothes and sit on the bed so that she and her brother could show me some things my mother could not. Then they sat next to me and began kissing. After a few moments, he started to lick and suck her hard nipples and she moved her hand up and down on his erect dick.

She noticed the way I squirmed watching them and said it was alright for me to touch myself as much as I wanted like I did at home. Then she flopped on her back and the man buried his face between her legs to noisily lick her until she screamed. After she stopped trembling, they changed places. She took his hard cock into her mouth with her head bobbing up and down faster and faster as he moaned and thrashed around.

I moved a little closer to them without asking with my finger furiously rubbing my pussy. The man reached out and cupped my ass and told me to let him see me playing with myself. I got on my knees with my legs spread wide right next to his head. I caught some movement in the corner of my eye and looked to see the woman lowering herself down on his cock until his dick vanished completely inside her.

For the next few minutes, she rode up and down on his cock, shrieking and quivering. When the man said he was close, she began rubbing her clit too. I didn't realize what it meant for him to cum at that point or what was happening when his body stiffened and he grunted loudly. A few seconds later, she screeched she was cumming too and thrashed even more wildly until she collapsed on top of him.

After a few minutes, she looked up and smiled at me before rolling onto her back with creamy white stuff oozing out of her pussy. She told me that was one way a man and a woman had sex together and let me touch and taste the cum leaking out of her. Although the man's dick had softened, she told me to touch him too and I thought I felt a little twitch when I did.

The rest of the weekend, the three of us stayed naked the whole time and slept in the same bed. I watched them have sex a few more times in different positions. We watched each other masturbate and the man even shot some of his creamy cum on my pussy and belly while she fingered me to my own orgasm. She also showed me how to wrap my little hands around his cock and stroke him until his cum shot out but didn't let him put his cock inside my cunt. By the time I had to go home, I probably asked them a half–dozen times if I could come back again really soon.

After that, I was a full–fledged member of the group. The cotillions could not come fast enough for me and after each one, I would go home with a woman, sometimes the same one as before and sometimes with someone new. With so many men gone, a lot of the time it was a woman living alone or whose children were off with others doing the same thing as me. I learned all sorts of ways to get off with them with fingers and tongues. I found I liked a tongue or finger rimming and filling my asshole almost as much as my pussy.

In anything, the sex with my own mother became even more intense after those exchanges. I remember very well that just before my tenth birthday, my mother invited a thirteen–year–old boy she was particularly fond of to join us and fuck me for the very first time since my cunt was still really tight and his cock wasn't as big as a grown man's yet.

Despite all the fingers I'd had in my pussy before that, it still hurt a little at first. With her encouragement and instruction, he took his time and it started to feel really good long before I felt his warm cum gushing into my cunt. The boy stayed the entire weekend that first time to fuck us both, lick our pussies and lay back to fill our mouths with his watery cum when we sucked him.

After that, my mother told me I was free to have sex with anyone I wanted as often as I liked. She often watched or joined in when I brought someone home. She gladly welcomed me to join whenever I happened to be there when she had someone visit, other girls and women or even the occasional boy just beginning to shoot cum. She did seem to prefer the younger ones, especially girls with flat chests and smooth bare pussies, as I got older.

It was such an exciting time....”

….Kari sat in stunned silence listening to her grandmother recall those childhood memories. Her nipples ached and her pussy was ready to explode.

“That is so fucking hot. If you don't mind, Nana, I really need to touch my pussy,” she gasped.

“Not at all, dear, I really do like to watch too,” Nana grinned.

Kari slipped a finger between her puffy lips and circled her throbbing clit. She pulled the fleshy hood back so her clit popped out and began pinching that sensitive nub in the way that made her cum practically instantly.

Nana watched her intently, smiling the whole time. Then Kari saw her grandmother drop her hand between her legs and start fingering her pussy slit and rubbing a clit even longer than her own.

For the next few minutes, they watched each other masturbate. Kari began cumming first and Nana followed just seconds later. Then they slumped back in the kitchen chairs as the aftershocks of their orgasms slowly faded.

“Aren't we the filthy pair?” Nana laughed while sucking her own soaked fingers.

“Who cares! That was fucking hot, Nana,” Kari muttered when her breathing returned to normal, “and after what you just told me, I really needed to cum.”

“So did I, dear, and I just loved seeing you finger fuck yourself and cum like that,” Nana murmured while rolling both of her nipples in her fingers. “This is so good.”

“Oh I know, Nana,” Kari responded, sliding a finger through her soaked pussy slit, “I love it and I love you.”

“I love you too, honey,” Nana grinned, got to her feet and leaned over to give Kari another passionate kiss. “I haven't had this much fun in quite a while. By the way, I love hearing you talk dirty, you naughty little girl, and, please, always use the filthiest, lewdest words you know whenever we play with your pussy. Now, let's get a cold drink and go to my bedroom. I have so much more to show and tell you.”

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