Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2015 10:50:03 -0700 From: Carole Unwin Subject: FLASHING MY FANNY 4 FLASHING MY FANNY 4 by cs.unwin Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or if you are under 21 please stop reading. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 cs.unwin, All rights reserved. Please email if you have any suggestions or comments: csunwin@yandex.com If you like this story please consider donating to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ----- As we are walking home Mel tells me she thinks shagging Stella was `really awesome'. "Her vag is big as a manhole," Mel says. "I got my whole hand inside; it was dripping with slimy stuff." "Was she tasty?" I ask her. "It was kind of gross at first, but it reminded me of what my Mum smells like and it was OK" "Yea," I say, "old ladies smell like that. Did you ever see you Mum's vag?" I ask her. "Yeah sure," she replies. "In the shower and changing and stuff." Mel says. "I asked her once if I could see her up close when I was younger, but she wouldn't let me." I take out my mobile and swipe through some photos until I come to a picture of Carol's cunt. I show it to Mel and say: "Does this look familiar?" Mel suddenly goes wide eyed. "You dirty little slag you. You were shagging my Mum that time I met you. Tell me the truth. You were, weren't you?" I can tell that Mel is more envious of me than pissed; so I don't mind explaining. "It's true," I said. "And you know what Mel? She was a great shag! The best I ever had!" This isn't exactly true, but my randy little mind is hatching a plan, one I think would be perfect for Mel, my dear little slut. I outline my plan to her and she is so excited she can't wait to go home so we can rub and lick each other's pussies. Carol continues pestering me with texts and I finally reply to her to set a date for us to meet. She suggests a hotel, but I rightly point out to her that renting a room to shag a little girl might not be the best idea she has ever had. Instead she finds a way to send Mel to her Dad's so her flat will be empty. We meet on Oxford Street and take a taxi together to her place. As soon as we get inside, Carol buries her tongue in my hairless twat. I let her get her fill for a moment but stop her because I say I have to use the loo. She wants to come along to watch me wee, but I tell her I have to poo, and I suggest she get undressed and wait for me in bed. In the loo I send Mel a text. Carol is naked on the bed, legs wide open, when I enter the bedroom. I can see her pink gash glistening under a nest of curly dark hair. I take my time licking her dirty big twat and fingering her. Carol cums several times, and I hear my phone buzz twice with texts in quick succession. Its my pre-arranged signal with Mel, telling me she has arrived home. "Carol, I'm randy," I tell her and I scoot to the middle of the bed, lie on my back and put my hands behind my knees. My vag is wide open, pink and wet and irresistible. Carol kneels before me and buries her head between my narrow legs; her big bum sticks up in the air. I make panting and making moaning noises as soon as I see Mel's head peeking through the door, to cover the sound of her approach. Mel has used her key to enter the flat and has left her clothes by the door. I wrap my thin legs around Carol's head, pinning her to me. Mel comes up from behind and goes straight to her Mum's fanny and buries a small face into her considerable, hairy and wet gash. Her tongue pushes deep into the same slippery hole she emerged from 11 years before. Carol is surprised and tries to look behind her but can't move because my legs are tightly wrapped around her head. I can't tell what she is thinking but she struggles for a moment and eventually surrenders to the enthusiastic tongue flicking in and out of her fanny. I can feel by her deep breathing that she is on the verge of a very massive cum; when it happens I hear her moan loudly. She slumps in my lap and collapses on her tummy, her thighs twitching. I loosen my grip on her head and Carol turns around for the first time to see who it was who had given her so much pleasure. When she lays eyes on Mel, her face takes on a horrified expression as she stares, repelled, into her young daughter's cum smeared face. "Melanie! Oh my God how could you? Zoe, what have you done? What have you done to my Melanie? I'm sick...I'm so sick." Carol wails, beyond distraught. Mel puts her arms around her mother and tries to comfort her. She too is now upset and is beginning to weep. "Mummy! Please don't be angry. It's not Zoe's fault. I wanted to do this Mummy. I love you and just wanted to be close to you." Mel sobs. The two hold each other and have a nice little cry; I'm having a bit of a laugh, really pleased with myself. Carol eventually has to go the loo to fix her make-up which has been ruined by tears. While Carol is out of the room I cuddle Mel by having her sit between my legs, back facing me. With one hand I stroke her little hard nipples and with the other fondle her hairless little gash which is open, plump, pouting, and begging to be diddled. When Carol returns to the bedroom the first thing she sees is her daughter's naked hairless slit, fresh, innocent and inviting. She is frozen on the spot and looks like she wants to run out of the room, but she can't; she is unable to take her eyes off the object of her secret fetish – a sweet young gash just waiting to be tasted! It is something she has never been able to resist; even if that gash belongs to her only daughter. I watch conflicting emotions play themselves over her face. I use my fingers to spread Mel's plump young lips so the bright pink of her furrow is displayed to her mother. Carol watches transfixed as my finger slips into her daughter's fleshy little hole and emerges slick and shiny with her juices. A look of despair comes over Carol's puffy face and she wails: "Oh God, I can't help myself. I know I'm going to be damned and will spend the rest of eternity to in hell for this!" Carol throws herself on the bed and crawls towards Mel, her daughter, to taste the ripe forbidden fruit she lusts after. "Oh Mummy, I love you," Mel coos breathlessly as she reaches for her mother's head and to pull it between her legs. I am happy to enjoy the show, very glad to have brought the two together; and of course my filthy little mind is already thinking about the different games the three of us can play together. I would love the chance to teach Mel how to flash her young fanny and pull old women with me. It would be a lot more fun with two and I am sure Mel will be a natural flasher. I also wonder if I could arrange for Carol to join us with Stella or another of the other old ladies I have met. Now that makes me go really squishy...