Date: Fri, 08 Sep 2023 13:14:17 +0100
From: Ricky Lester <rl581212@fastmail.com>
Subject: Familiy Discoveries, part 10

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, a product of
imagination and fantasy.  It should only be read by adults where it is
legal to do so. It contains graphic descriptions of sex involving
adults and underage teens, but remember that such events are
illegal everywhere and should only ever take place in the imagination.
All rights reserved by the author.

Family Discoveries, part 10
by Ricky Lester
f mast, fF, FF (implied)

Mandy's weekend with her mum Mary, first part

It was still dark outside when I woke up. I felt, rather than heard, Jimmy
and Dad leaving for their fishing trip. The floorboards creaked as my Dad
went down the stairs. I got up and looked out the window; there they were,
getting into the car, and off they went.

I looked at my alarm clock. It was just after 5AM. It was a big, pink metal
wind-up clock, with two pink alarm bells on top. It made a satisfyingly
loud tick-tock which you could feel as well as hear if you picked it
up. Sometimes I lie on my bed holding the clock between my legs, against my
pussy; the regular slow vibrations could make me very horny and more than
once I've used it as a slow, gentle masturbation toy. It is delicious
torture, the leisurely build-up of excitement, leading to a lovely, gentle
orgasm. I can hold the clock tightly between my thighs and tweak both my
puffy little nipples at the same time, adding to the pleasure. One time the
alarm went off just as I was reaching my climax -- I nearly fell out of
bed, I came so hard.

I could feel my pussy moistening up as I remembered that alarm going off. I
took off my nightie and panties and lay naked on my bed, slowly riffling
the tips of my fingers through the few wisps of hair at the top of my
slit. I like my pussy hair; it's soft and downy, not coarse and wiry like
Mom's. I suppose eventually it will get like Mom's but for now it's like
kitten fur. Ha-ha, I made a joke. I remember Mom calling my pussy my
kitten! That was a fun evening.

Slowly I moved my fingers down to my clit and just touched the tip with my
forefinger. I know boys' penises are sensitive -- at least Jimmy's is, that
little strip of tendon just below the head -- but I don't think any penis
can be as full of feelings as my clit. As I touched it, even as gently as I
could, I got goosebumps all the way up my back and down the back of my legs
all the way to my toes and the soles of my feet. I wished I had Jimmy there
to suck my toes for me! I always thought my feet were way too ticklish to
be sucked, but I found that when I was horny, all the nerves in my body cry
out together to be stimulated. Sometimes I wish I had five or six people
with me when I masturbate: one to kiss me, one to kiss and stroke the back
of my neck. Another person would be fondling my bum and licking my anus,
while another would be gently licking my cunt lips and pushing inside a
little with their tongue. And lastly there would be someone gently licking
my feet and sucking each of my toes in turn. And all the while I would be
placidly stroking my clit. Oh, fuck, that would be wonderful.

I slid my middle finger into my cunt while sliding up and down either side
of my clit. Suddenly my excitement peaked, and I started to cum hard, very
hard, my back arching off the bed and my teeth clamped tightly down on my
lower lip to stop me screaming at the top of my lungs. My middle finger was
deep inside my cunt now and I joined it with two more fingers, getting in
as deep as I could, and as I rubbed the inside of my vagina -- the inside
of the top or the front, depending on which way you were looking -- I
suddenly found a VERY sensitive spot. I kept the pressure on there as my
orgasm thundered through my body. Oh, my goodness, what a fantastic
feeling. I must find out what that spot is.

Like a tide slowly going out, that massive cum gradually eased. My body
sank back onto my bed, and I could feel the cold sweat on my back. I was
panting hard, and I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. I felt as
though I'd just been running a race. No, more like swimming a race
really. After a few minutes my breathing eased and my heart decided I
wasn't being chased by wolves after all, I pulled the duvet back over
myself and curled up in my favourite sleeping position. I pulled a pillow
down between my legs and knees -- it's the most comfortable feeling ever! I
could see the dawn was just creeping up outside. I could sleep for at least
a couple of hours more. I closed my eyes and was away with the fairies in
seconds.

-----

I woke up again at ten past seven. The sun was up, and I could see it was
going to be a lovely day. I got out of bed, put my nightie and pants back
on, and went for a pee. I like peeing -- who doesn't? -- especially the
sound of urine tinkling into the toilet bowl. Especially if you're going in
your own home. It's a comforting, homey sort of feeling. You know exactly
how your bum fits the toilet seat, and you know where the paper is, and you
know how much to use, and so on.

I knocked on my mom's door and opened it. She was lying up in bed wearing
her nightie, with a cup of tea next to her. There was another cup on Dad's
side of the bed.

"Morning Mum. Did you sleep well?"

"Hello darling. Yes, I slept okay, at least until your father left with
Jimmy. Since then, I've been tossing and turning a bit. Look, I made two
cups of tea -- I was still sleepy and made a cup for Dad before I
remembered he wasn't there. You can have it if you want! Come on, scoot in
next to me!"

I did. I crawled in, snuggled up next to Mum's warm body and sipped my
tea. Mum's nightie was a sheer, see-through one, and I could see the shape
of her soft breast and the dark colour of her nipple through it. I laid my
head against her breast and touched the nipple. It wasn't erect, almost
flat, but as I stroked my fingertip across it, I felt it raise a bit.

"Mmmm, that's nice darling, but we don't have time for sexy fun right
now. Anyway, I think I heard you earlier and I think I know what you were
doing!"

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "Sorry, Mum, I'll try to be a bit
quieter next time!"

"Oh, don't be sorry, masturbating is natural and fun, and doesn't hurt
anyone. Anyway, I'm glad your Dad wasn't here though. If he'd heard you, it
would have made him horny all day and I wouldn't even have been able to get
out of bed until he'd had his way with me at least twice. And there's lots
to do!"

"Dad would have got horny hearing me masturbate?"

"Oh yes. He's a man. Men have very little scruples when it comes to sex. I
love your Dad, and he loves me, and we have lots of very good sex, but he
will fuck anything when he gets horny. Not you of course, but if he's horny
and I'm around he won't stop until his cock in inside me somewhere --
mouth, pussy or bum. Men are just like that. Not that I mind of course!"

I was curious now about my Dad, and slightly intrigued. "Why wouldn't he
want to fuck me?"

"Oh, because you're his daughter, and you're a little girl. It's completely
illegal to have penetrative sex with your daughter, and it's even more
illegal to have sex with a child. And apart from anything else, his cock is
much, much too big. It would stretch your poor little pussy and it would
probably hurt a lot. He's a good man, your Dad, and he would never, ever
hurt you or abuse you in any way."

"But we had sex together, Mum, you and I. Isn't that illegal?"

"Well, not really. We didn't have sex. What we did was masturbate
together. I don't think a mother teaching her daughter how to enjoy her own
body is a bad thing. Plenty of girls grow up never knowing anything about
their own bodies, how to have an orgasm, what their clit is for, and so
on. Did you know that the human clitoris is the only organ that has no
other function except for sexual pleasure?"

I giggled. "Yes, I did know that. I read it in the encyclopaedia at
school. A penis is for peeing as well as for sex. But the clitoris is just
for sex. That's very thoughtful of God to do that."

Mum laughed. "That's a nice way of putting it."

"Oh, mum, this morning when I was masturbating, something strange
happened."

Mum raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, strange?"

"Well, I had my fingers up inside my vagina, three of them." Mum's eyebrow
went further up. "And when I curled them in, like this, I found a VERY
sensitive spot. And I came really, really hard when I pressed there. It's
not like rubbing my clit. It's more like turning up the volume on my
orgasm. Do you know what I mean?"

Mum smiled. "Well done darling. What you found is called the G-spot. Women
know about it, but nobody really knows what it is, but you're right, it is
like turning up the volume. I didn't find mine until I was about
twenty. Not all women manage to find it, but it does make a big difference
when you're having sex. The most difficult thing is to teach a man how to
find it! Some men just think they can shove their fingers or their cocks up
there and it will automatically stimulate the G-spot, but it doesn't. I'm
very lucky that your Dad is a very sensitive lover and he knows exactly
where my G-spot is, and how and when to stimulate it. It takes time, which
is what's nice about being married for a long time to the same person, you
get to know exactly what your partner likes and needs."

"I hope I meet a man like Dad someday, Mum! Thanks for explaining. Now I
can look up G-spot in the encyclopaedia and learn all about it."

I gave her a hug. "What are we doing today, Mum?"

"Well, first we're having breakfast. Then I'm going shopping and you're
coming with me. Then this afternoon we're meeting Mrs Roberts at the public
swimming pool. It's going to be hot, and we will have a nice swim and
relax, and you can have an ice cream. Sound like fun?"

"Yes! But my swimming costume is too small, remember?"

"I know. That's one of the things we're going shopping for. Come on, up you
get, let's have breakfast."

-----

After breakfast we went shopping. We parked in the town centre and went to
the big department store. Swimwear was on the fourth floor. I had never
seen so many bathing suits on one place! Hundreds upon hundreds of them on
racks, all colours and shapes and sizes.

We looked at a few one-piece suits. I needed one of those anyway, for
school swimming, and we found a nice dark blue one, with white piping on
the arm and leg holes.

"Go and try it on, dear," said Mum. "The change booths are over there."

I went over. There was a lady at the desk who asked to see what I was
trying on, and I showed her. "All right, sweetheart. Do you need some
help?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you."

I went into the booth and took off my shorts and T-shirt. Next, off came my
training bra, and then my panties. I stepped into the swimsuit. Just then
there was a voice outside the curtain. It was the lady from the desk. "Just
want to see if you're OK, sweetheart," -- and she slipped inside with
me. The suit was still around my knees, and my breasts and pussy were
exposed.

"Oh, honey, you're not supposed to take your underwear off when you try on
a suit. Let me help you." And she put her arm around my shoulder and helped
me step back out of the suit. And guess what? Her fingers brushed and then
tweaked my nipple! A thrilling sensation rushed through me from my nipple
directly to my pussy.

I looked at the lady. She wasn't old -- maybe in her late twenties -- and
she was pretty in a sort of buxom way; light brown hair, a big bosom
covered by a white lacy blouse and a tight black pencil skirt, with seamed
stockings or tights on underneath. I reached up and kissed her on the cheek
and whispered in her ear. "My mum's outside, ma'am. I can't stay here right
now!"

The lady smiled at me. "My name is Christine. Can you come back sometime?"
As she was saying this, she picked up my panties and I stepped into
them. She bent down and kissed my pussy hair, and then licked all the way
down my slit. I smiled and nodded. "Oooh, you taste so lovely,
sweetheart. What's your name, honey?"

"Amanda. But you can call me Mandy." We both stood up and I kissed her full
on her red mouth. Her lips opened and I pushed my tongue into her mouth;
she tasted of peppermint toothpaste. Lovely.

After all that, we managed to get my panties on and the suit back up. It
fitted perfectly. "But now, I need a suit for having fun by the pool. I'd
like a bikini, but I don't think my mum would approve. Can you talk to
her?"

"Of course, darling. Let's go."

We walked across to where my mum was going through a rack of swimsuits for
herself. "Oh, that's nice, Mandy, it'll be perfect for school."

"Mum, I need to get another one as well, for tanning in. Can I get a
bikini? Please?"

Mum looked sceptical, but Christine spoke up. "Hi, Mrs... er,"

"Call me Mary."

"Oh. Well, Mary, Mandy is really growing up now, she's not such a little
girl anymore. A nice bikini would do wonders for her confidence, I think!
As well as her figure!" And Christine smiled at me, and I swear I saw a
cheeky wink.

"Oh, well, all right. But nothing too revealing please. I don't want boys
chasing her all over the place!"

"Of course. I have just the thing." Christine walked us over to a rack
where she picked out a bright red bikini; it wasn't the string type, but it
looked fun. "Let's go and try this one on."

Back in the booth, Christine stripped the one-piece off me and looked at
me. "God, you're beautiful, has anyone ever told you? And your Mum is
lovely as well. I can see where you got your pretty eyes from!"

"Mmm. No, but it's nice to hear you say that. Thank you!"

"Right. Let's get this on.". Christine helped with the bra, and of course
she made sure to cup my little breasts in her hands. And as I slipped the
pants up, her fingers `accidentally' traced their way onto my slit, and the
tip of her middle finger slipped inside. I melted.

"Want to see mine?" asked Christine. I nodded. And she sat down on the
seat, pulled her skirt up, and spread her legs. She wasn't wearing any
panties! And she was wearing stockings and suspenders! Her pussy was
covered in a thatch of light brown hair, but I could see her slit and her
clitoris poking out of her lips. I quickly dived in and licked the head of
her clit, very gently. Christine gasped.

"Oh! My word! Stop! Or I'll cum like a screaming banshee!"

I reluctantly pulled away and she stood up and straightened her
skirt. "Let's go and show your Mum and help her find a suit for herself
now. Best not stay in here for too long!"

Mum liked the bikini. It fitted really well, and there was a bit of stretch
in the material that meant as my breasts grew bigger, it would still
fit. "But no wearing that to school, mind!"

Christine found a lovely couple of suits for Mum, and they went to a booth
to try them on. They were inside for quite a few minutes, and I crept
closer and listened outside the curtain. There was a lot of shuffling going
on behind it.

Eventually Mum came out, wearing her normal clothes. "Thanks, Christine,
for your help. I'll take them both, and the two for Mandy as well."
Christine gave Mum her card, and one to me too. "Just call any time if you
need any more help," she smiled.

Mum was looking ever so slightly flushed, and I knew what that meant. When
we got back in the car, I said "Christine is a nice lady, isn't she? Lovely
hands."

Mum looked at me. "Yes, she has, she, er, seems good with them."

I smiled. "She did seem to be missing some bits of underwear though, don't
you think?"

"What? Oh, you noticed. She wasn't wearing panties. Some women just don't
you know. Well, she does seem really nice, but I think she's a... lesbian,
you know? She came onto me in the booth. I don't mind, of course, but we
couldn't do anything, really, not in a department store, you know?"

"Yes mum. And I know what lesbians are, and I know she is one. I could just
tell. But she's pretty and seems like fun. I think I'll start not wearing
panties too."

"You certainly will not go commando! Your skirts are far too short for
that!"

"I was just kidding, Mum. But I do like being naked, you know. It makes me
feel sort of, I don't know, free. I wish I could be naked around the
house."

"Well, you can, when it's just the two of us. But I don't want you showing
off your charms to your dad or Jimmy - well not yet, anyway, all right?"

"What do you mean, not yet?"

"Well, we were thinking of going to a nudist resort sometime, now that you
kids are a bit older. We used to do that all the time before you were born,
but we haven't been for years. Would you like that?"

"Oooh. Can we be naked all the time? I'd love that!"

"Yes. Naked all the time, if the weather is good. It's not really as
exciting as it sounds, but it is, as you said, a very liberating
experience.

"Now, let's go home, gather our things, and go and meet Susan at the pool."

All the way home in the car I could feel my pussy leaking moisture.
Christine had really turned me on, and I knew I wanted to see her again.
And the thought of my Mum with her was exciting too - maybe we could even
all have fun together! That would be delicious!

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Next up:  Mary and Mandy's weekend continued.

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even though they are complete figments of my imagination.

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--
  Ricky Lester
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