Code: FF, Mg, inc.
Characters for this story: Alex Sutton (33), mother to Mikey and Katie; Zoe Francis (10/24), Katie and Mikey's teacher.
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"HAVE YOU been intimate with Mickey and Katie for long?" They were sat close together on the sofa relaxing after their time with Katie and Mikey, Alex's left hand resting casually on her new friend's thigh, just above the hem of her dress. They had slipped back on some clothes after their sex session, though buttons and zips were mainly left undone. The twins were off playing somewhere else in the house (or fucking each other, for all Alex knew).
"I like 'intimate', that's a nice way of saying it." replied Lex. "Around four months. As they are twins they have always been close. I found out they had been examining each other's bodies when they came me to one day and asked me whether boys' and girls' nipples tasted different. I started out by trying to educate them, with the aim of bringing it to an end. When I tried I found it so arousing that I just gave in to my libido. It's possible I made things worse rather than better. I told myself it was a one-off, a moment of madness. But that first session inevitably led to others, so I eventually just gave into my needs. But hell, it's been fun, and so sexually fulfilling. Being so young they are a strange mix of the curious and yet insatiable."
"And had you thought about sex with children before that?"
"Not really. I guess I would sometimes see a pretty child and find myself looking a little too long, checking them out. But I'd never been even vaguely tempted to do anything, never mind with my own children. How about you. You have kids don't you?"
"I do, but it's complicated." said Zoe simply.
"I am sure it is," countered Alex. "I'm a good listener. And to be fair, I have just let you make out with my 11-year-old twins."
Zoe laughed. "There is that." She paused, thoughtfully. "How can I put this nicely. I have two children. Abby who is 9 and Richard who is 11. It's complicated because Abby and Richard's father is also my father."
For a moment Alex looked puzzled but then worked it out. "But you are their mother?"
"Yes, I am their mother."
"Oh, like wow. And how do you feel about that?"
"I'm good with it. He was a loving father to me, even if his love went to areas that most dads don't. He never forced me to do anything I didn't want to. I am 24 now; if Richard is 11, you can do the maths. I know I am good with it because when I think back to how it all started and what happened, it still makes me feel horny." Alex watched as Zoe shifted slightly in her seat, parting her legs and hoisting her skirt up so the hem was across her thighs. Alex took the hint and nuzzling against Zoe's shoulder as she stroked her right hand over the material and under them hem of the younger woman's dress, stroking encouragingly at her soft, warm inner thigh.
"Now that sounds interesting," said Alex. "Can you tell me more?" As if to emphasise her point the older woman ran her finger along the line of Zoe's pussy lips.
Zoe smiled at her, then leant to kiss Alex on the mouth. They explored each other's mouths for a while, as Zoe's hand found Alex's nipple through the material of her blouse.
"You are an amazing mother, in so many ways. I wish my mum had been as liberal as you."
Alex repaid the compliment by slipping a finger into Zoe's cunt as the teacher started her story ...
MY SEXUAL life with my father started when I was 10. There was no real lead-in. One summer day I'd just come out of the shower and was walking down the hall to my bedroom, with my robe only partially tied, as I often chose to do, so one of my nipples was exposed and my thigh almost up to my crotch. It was daytime and our house had this large, south-facing landing window, overlooking the driveway. I was precocious but had no sexual experience. The sun was streaming in, so nothing was hidden from view. He stopped and just looked me up and down, blocking my progress, seemingly unable to take his eyes away from what he could see of my young body. He told me I was beautiful and that he loved the way I looked. At the time I already had 'daddy' issues, and I was always in awe of him. Being a precocious child, I was kind of proud of my slim body and not all shy of showing it off. So, I pulled the belt undone then let my dressing gown slip from my shoulders and fall to the ground. I thought I was being sassy, I suppose. He continued to take in my body. I told him it was unfair that he was clothed, and I was naked, so to my delight he undressed in front of me, right there in the hallway, in broad daylight. Anyone walking down the street could have glanced up and seen a 40-year-old taking off his clothes in front of a naked pre-teen girl.
He was a well-built man and spent time both running and at the gym. I guess that was part of the attraction. But that wasn't what grabbed my attention on this occasion. It was the first time I had seen a man's cock, never mind a semi-erect one, and I found I was really curious. I asked him what he would do if I told my mother about us being naked, and he laughed and replied that I had started it. I was unsure what to do next, but then he offered me his hand and I took it, as he led me to the bedroom he shared with my mother. He lay on the bed, toying with his penis, which was now fully erect, then asked me it if I'd like to touch it. So, I jumped up on the bed, knelt beside him and stroked his lovely warm, stiff prick for the first time. My father ran a finger along my shoulder then over my flat chest to toy lightly with my nipple. When I didn't object he reached forward and placed his hand on my hips, repositioning me so I was kneeling beside him facing towards his prick, with my knees parted. I went back to playing with his erection and he spent time stroking my body, starting with my back and my side along with occasional touches of my right nipple, then he gradually stroked his hand down over my bottom and between my legs, where he started to gently stroke his finger back and forth along my slit.
At first I wasn't sure what to make of what he was doing. It tickled but it was nice. As he continued I sensed how I felt begin to change. Now I know I was becoming aroused, back then it was all new to me. I felt myself becoming warm, my breathing deepened, which I am sure my dad noticed. I also felt a slight tingle develop between my legs and deeper and felt the urge to do something, to make things happen. So, I bowed my head and kissed my father's shaft. He responded by first running a fingertip around the entrance of my vagina, which surprised me, then immediately pulling it out and drawing it back, flicking my clitoris as he did so. Having never felt anything like it before, I gasped and tensed for a moment as a jolt ran through my sex.
I turned to face him, and he asked whether I wanted him to stop, while continuing to trace a finger along my slit. I smiled at him, shook my head, and kissed his prick again, this time towards the tip. He suggested I pull back his foreskin and lick him. It took me a couple of goes to master peeling his foreskin, but I loved the way it moved. When I eventually ran my tongue over his exposed glans I felt his cock jerk as I did so. My reward was further rubs of my clit combined with more exploration of my vaginal entrance, and I found myself unable to stifle a moan as I slipped the top of his penis into my mouth. By this time, I felt as though I would let him do anything, so when he groaned and pushed his cock further into my mouth I took it willingly, running my tongue over the top of his glans and the edge of his foreskin. Unsurprisingly, my father grunted deeply, I felt his cock throb and then tasted a slightly metallic fluid in my mouth. When I pulled my head back there were slight traces of his come around his glans. Although I was too inexperienced to appreciate it, I had tasted semen for the first time. He looked at me and said there would be more of that in a moment, if I wanted it, so I returned to sucking his cock.
When he came the pure volume of it caught me unaware. He groaned exultantly, as he did so pressing his fingertip into my pussy and causing me to grunt while pushing the head of his cock against the back of my mouth. As his erect cock throbbed, I took the first two spurts in my mouth, feeling it gush into my throat, and instinctively swallowed them down, then pulled my head back causing the rest to spurt over my chin, neck and upper chest.
My father smiled at me adoringly, then leant forward and kissed me first on the cheek and then gently on my lips, tasting his own semen as he did so. Then with a few words of encouragement, he pushed me backwards, so I was laying on the bed, my legs slightly apart. Leaning on his left elbow, he used his right hand to smear his come from my neck down over my chest, rubbing it around and into my barely discernible pink nipples, where the warmth of my body started to dry it into a thin, crisp layer. His hand stroked downwards so it was once again between my legs, exploring my hairless vulva. I must have been really aroused by then as I groaned each time he touched my clit or fingered my pussy entrance.
What I wasn't expecting was for his hand to stroke past my pussy to gently rub around and at my anus. I remember saying something about that being my poo-hole, at which he chuckled. He told me that having come this far I should embrace the situation, that I should respond to what my body was telling me rather than my mind. So, I considered what he was saying, and I realised I liked the way his finger tickled down there, that the area was sensitive and arousing, like an extension to my vulva. He ran a finger back to my cunt, gathering a little of my wetness, then trailed it back to arsehole. He pushed against me I gasped as his fingertip slipped into me. He knew I was responsive to what he was doing when I moaned and pushed down lightly on the intruding finger, feeling it slide further into my bottom.
As he gently massaged my bum hole, he asked me whether I knew how wet I was, and I stammered a reply that I didn't know what he meant. Withdrawing his finger - which I was sorry to feel go - he took my hand, and I allowed him to run my fingers over my pussy and I realised what he meant. He explained that it meant that I was aroused, that I liked sex, and that I was enjoying the two of us being together, all of which was difficult to deny. Bringing my hand to his mouth he gently licked my fingers, telling me how good I tasted. Without really knowing what I was doing my other hand slipped between my legs, exploring in a way I have never done before, feeling my clitoris responding to my touch, pushing a finger against the softness of my entrance, feeling myself tense as I did so.
My father laughed lightly and asked me how it felt. I replied that it was wet but felt sensitive. The he asked me if I had ever experienced an orgasm. I told him I had no idea what he was talking about. He told me it was a lovely feeling and asked me if I he could show me. With my hand still between my legs, I nodded.
He patted the pillow, and I shuffled up the bed and settled down, taking in the view down my young body, over my flat chest then down to my slightly raised pubis, and suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious. It felt strange to be there naked with my father, exploring my own sexuality, learning things about my body. My skin was slightly flushed and the light sheen of moisture on my skin highlighted the slight bumps of my erect nipples.
He leant forward and kissed me on the cheek, licking at he as he did so. I realised he was cleaning up the traces of his own come. Then he kissed me on the lips. I pecked him back and he told me copy to him. He parted his lips and ran his tongue lovingly over my lips. His tongue felt huge, but I liked the sensation, so I did the same to him, He let me continue for a while, then his tongue met mine before slipping into my mouth. I loved it, and responded by kissing him back, pushing my head up to meet his as his large adult hand joined my much smaller one between my thighs. My other hand reached for his prick which I found was now semi-erect again, stroking at it, feeling it stiffen further under my touch as I did so.
Pulling himself away from my mouth, my father began to kiss down my body, nuzzling against my neck and making me squirm, then down onto my chest, licking away any remaining traces of his ejaculate as he did so. He licked around my right nipple, using his hand to toy with the left one as he did so, before running his tongue over the teat, probing at it as he did so. Enjoying his touch, I found myself responding as I encouraged him by arching my back off the bed, pressing my undeveloped chest against his mouth, uttering a small moan of pleasure as I did so.
He moved on, kissing my ribs, then running his tongue down to my navel, rubbing the tip into my belly button and causing me to giggle and squirm again, at the same time running a hand over my upper thigh. Inexperienced as I was, by now I had realised where he was heading, so I slowly parted my legs as a way of showing him I knew what was coming, welcoming him to visit his pre-teen daughter's pussy.
Dad raised his head and smiled at me, then he knelt and moved to position himself between my legs, lifting my legs as he did so. He lowered his head to my crotch, kissing me first just below my navel, then moving down. I wondered for a moment if he would stop when he reached my pussy, but he didn't, he just continued kissing as I watched and felt his lips move touch my tight labia. Unable to play with his prick, I stroked his head, enjoying the sensation of his kisses and warm breath as he reached my entrance. He paused for a moment, then I felt his tongue probe gently at my vaginal entrance before pushing firmly inside, licking at my insides. I had never felt anything like it in my life as I felt my whole body tense and heard someone squeak and then grunt, before realising it was me. As I did so, still trying to process what was happening to me, his finger pressed into the folds of my cunt lips and found my clit, rubbing roughly against it as his tongue continued to lick inside my vagina. I heard the grunting again but this time it seemed a long way away as my first orgasm swept wonderfully through my young body, making me tremble and completely overpowering me.
I am not sure if I passed out, but the next thing I recall was looking down my body, not entirely sure why my father was kneeling between my legs, kissing the inside of my thighs. I moved to push him away, but then remembered why he was there and what we had done.
I allowed him to continue kissing and the licking me, as I felt my arousal return. But then he said that was enough for now, that if I wanted to continue that I should come and find him the following day. He deliberately left me wanting more.
AND THAT'S how it all started. To cut a long story short - I can tell you some more tales sometime - he was fucking me within a week. And I loved it - the attention, learning about my body and how to do different things, and the sex itself. I got pregnant shortly after my first period when I was 12 and had Richard when I was 13."
"Did any of it make you not resentful?"
"No, not really. My mother knew what was going on but couldn't stop it. I even saw her once watching us from the doorway. Initially she tried to warn me against continuing and tried to provide me with guidance. It got complicated when I got pregnant with Abby three months after having Richard. At that point my mother decided enough was enough and left him, taking me and Richard with her. I guess one child through incest could be considered a mistake, but two was unacceptable. Maybe she was concerned that we'd have eight children before I was 20! I hated her for depriving me of my father and of the sex and left home as soon as I was able. We've not spoken since. Dad left me a significant legacy when he passed away, which I used to put myself through college and then into teaching."
"And are you in a relationship?"
"No, not at the moment. I have had a number of affairs, occasionally with older men, though quite a lot of my relationships have been with women and girls, including a couple of underage babysitters. Sometimes I just can't resist. I consider myself bisexual. It's just that I have never really met a man who matches up to my dad. I like my men young - teenagers or even younger - as you know from my interest in Mikey."
Alex laughed. "We can arrange for you to spend more time with him, I'm sure. From what you've seen so far it seems unlikely he will refuse you. And have you ..." Alex paused. "I feel under the circumstances I need to ask this. Have you ever considered getting involved with your kids?"
It was Zoe's turn to laugh. "'Getting involved'? That's a little quaint. Do you mean have I ever thought of having sex with Richard and Abby? Yes I have thought about it. I've even masturbated over the idea. I've never done anything about it though. I am not opposed to the idea, but it has to be them who initiate it."
"Seems fair." said Alex. "That's the way it went with Katie and Mikey. If Abby or Richard did come onto you, you'd be ... well ... receptive?"
"Oh, yes. Definitely."