Getting to Know my Mum

by Misty Meadow

I find an old laptop computer underneath some clothing in the bottom drawer of Mum's dresser (don't tell her but I was looking for her vibrator). I take it downstairs to the kitchen where she's doing the breakfast dishes.

“Look what I found, Mum, in your dresser.”

“What were you doing in there?”

“I've run out of clean knickers and I need to borrow a pair of yours.” Mum's so petite and slender that her knickers fit me fine and from time to time we borrow each other's as needed.

“I'd forgotten all about that. It's been there for years. Plug it in and see if it still works.” I go into the living room, hook it up and turn it on. It's excruciatingly slow, so I run a diagnostic programme, then download a cleanup app and run a scan. Now it's working fine, almost as fast as Mum's desktop PC. I connect to the internet, find all my regular sites and bookmark them. Then I look at the documents file; none of them mean anything to me, so I delete them all and open the pictures file. I click on the first one.

Holy shit! I've never seen anything quite like it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude and I like pictures of girls, but this takes the cake! It's a high definition shot of two quite pretty girls of about my age. The location seems to be a wooded area, because behind them is a tree trunk and there are various small shrubs around where they're sitting, or perhaps lying would be a better word, on a blanket. They're totally naked. Facing the camera, they're each propped up on one elbow, but what is so startling is the way they've bent their knees, so their heels are up by their bums, and spread their thighs as wide as possible. My attention is immediately drawn to their vulvas, lewdly flaunted, quite happily, as indicated by the inviting smiles on their faces. The picture seems to shout, “Look at our cunts!”

One of them has a flat chest, narrow hips and her undeveloped cunt has no hair, but the other girl is a little more shapely, with budding breasts, a pussy with lips, a clit and a tiny tuft of short hairs. She seems to be on the cusp of puberty. I'd put their ages somewhere between eleven and thirteen. There's no doubt their poses are intended to arouse the viewer.

I've seen plenty of naked girls, mostly in the changing room at the school gym or the swimming pool, and plenty of pictures of naked gay girls on the internet, doing things to each other that a girl of my age (twelve) has no business looking at, but I've never seen pictures of naked girls this young, never been so excited by the female body.

“Mum!”I yell, “Come and look at this!” She comes into the living room, drying her hands on a tea towel. She stands behind me, looking over my shoulder. “Who'd have thought that my Mum had child porn on her laptop?” I joke. Mum laughs. “Who are they?”I ask.

“The younger one's me and the other is my cousin, Madge.” Mum looks very different, having aged a couple of decades.

“Who took the picture?

“We used my phone and we were surprised at how well it came out.”

“Does Madge know that this still exists?”

“No idea.”

“We should email it to her.”

“No way! This is pure child porn. Right now we're breaking the law for just possessing it. Never, never email stuff like this; we don't know who's monitoring us. You should delete it.”

“No way! It's too awesome! You both look so fucking sexy, showing off your cunts like that.� Mum's never worried about my use of adult language; she says it's all over the internet and in every movie, so why worry about it? They're just words.

“I suppose you're right. We were obsessed with sex back then, Madge and I.”

“Did you and she ever . . .?” She knows where I'm going with this.

“What happens between two gay girls stays between them,” she admonishes me, but adds, “I'll just leave it to your imagination.”

Mum's never made a secret of being gay and at this moment, my imagination is running wild, picturing them embracing, kissing, caressing each other all over, fingering each other's pussies and more, but I get control of my emotions, and wonder how I can find out more about their relationship.

“I could go over to Madge's and show her this. Perhaps she'll tell me what happened after you took the picture.”

“If she wants to tell you, then it's alright by me, but if you're taking this laptop out of the house, I want it locked with a password, so if you lose it, no one gets to see my twelve year old cunt.” Madge lives at the other end of the village. I call her and tell her I'm coming over. She sounds happy. “I want you home by dinner time,” Mum says. That's okay, it gives me almost an hour.

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If Madge is Mum's cousin, I try to work out what relationship is she to me. Aunt or great aunt, a second cousin, perhaps? I give up. It's not important. I haven't seen her since I was a toddler.

“Oh, Misty, my love, how you've grown! Paige will be so happy to see you.� She's referring to her daughter. I recently attended her thirteenth birthday. 哲ow tell me, what's the reason for this unexpected visit?� I take the laptop from my backpack, open it and bring up the picture that has so excited me. She looks and her face lights up.

“Oh, my God, I'd forgotten all about that. Your Mum had just got her first phone and we wanted to do something special. We were pretty naughty by the standards of the day, way too young to be taking pornographic pictures of ourselves. What do you think of it?”

“It's fucking awesome!� I gush. I've never seen anything so sexy in my life, even though I surf porn on the internet, and I love the way you're flaunting yourselves so shamelessly. You both seem so excited, showing your pussies to the world. You should be proud of yourself.

“I am. We were both little exhibitionists and showing off our cunts got us very excited. Tell me, Misty, are you gay like your Mum and me?” So she's gay, too. Why am I not surprised?

“Yes, boys don't interest me at all.”

“Paige is the same. She's always having crushes on other girls and her teachers.”

“Should we show her this?” Madge pauses.

“I don't see why not.”

“Tell me, did you and Mum have a 'thing' going?”

“Have you asked your Mum?”

“She said I should ask you.”

“Then I suppose it's okay to tell you. Yes, we were an 'item' as they say these days.”

“So what happened after you took the picture?”

“I'll leave it to you to guess. What would you have done in the same circumstances?”

“I'd have kissed you on the lips and on your nipples, and touched your cunt, hoping you'd touch mine.”

“Is that all?” I hesitate. Is Madge as liberal as Mum? Can I reveal my deepest desires to a distant relative whom I haven't seen in ages?

“I'd ask you if I could kiss your cunt.” She smiles, enigmatically, but denies nothing.

“And I'd have said 'yes', Misty. You're so pretty, how could any gay girl resist you?”

The door slams open, Paige comes in and as she sees me, her face breaks into a smile.

“Misty! What a wonderful surprise. It's been months. Wow, you look a lot prettier than the last time I saw you!” She's wearing jeans, a polo shirt and riding boots.

“Hi, Paige; you look kinda nice yourself.” She sits to take her boots off.

“Can you help me with these jeans,” she says. “They're way too fucking tight.” I kneel at her feet and as she unzips them, I tug at the bottoms with no luck. I pull harder and they suddenly slide down, pulling her pink cotton knickers with them, so that now the jeans are round her ankles and her knickers stretch from knee to knee. I untangle the jeans from her feet and she stands and pulls her knickers up, but not before I get a nice close up view of her pussy. It's more developed than mine and I see a wisp of pubic hair.

“Misty wants to show you something,” Madge announces. “Show her, Misty.” I turn the lap top so Paige can see the screen, the erotic picture still up on it. Her eyes are like saucers.

“Oh, my God! Is that you, Mum, with Misty's Mum? This is incredible! How old were you guys?”

“She was twelve and I was thirteen. It was our first selfie.”

“You guys look awesome! I've didn't know you took dirty pictures of yourself, Mum. Wow, look at the way you're flaunting your cunts! You look like you were enjoying yourselves. This is deliciously naugdhty. Were you guys in a relationship?”

“Yes. Misty asked me the same question so I let her guess. She was right on the nail.”

“So what did they get up to, Misty? No, don't say anything, let's go up to my room and you can tell me everything.”

“Good idea,” Madge says. “You guys can get reacquainted and catch up on all your news and . . . well, whatever.” Paige gives me a conspiratorial grin. I pick up the laptop and she leads me upstairs to her room. Close behind, I watch her pink cotton covered bum sway from side to side. She's just as sexy as her Mum was in the picture. In her room, she asks to look at it again.

“I never thought of my Mum as being sexy, not in this way,” she says, “even though she's never made a secret of being gay. Look at how they've spread their legs to give the camera a perfect view of their cunts! So what did you find out about them, like - having sex and stuff?”

“Your Mum asked me what I'd do if I were naked in the woods with another naked girl and I told her I'd kiss her lips and nipples and finger her cunt and even go down on her, and she just smiled, so I'm guessing that's what they did.” She looks closely at the screen.

“Your Mum was sexy, even though she still had no tits or pubic hair. It's the way that she's shamelessly displaying her cunt that makes the picture so thrilling. Look, my Mum's tits had just started to grow and her cunt is different. I guess they were just like we are today. My tits are growing, even though I haven't had my first period yet. Wanna see them?” Without waiting for an answer, she lifts her shirt over her head. She's bra-less and her boobs are definitely budding, her nipples bigger than mine. In just her knickers, she looks just as sexy as her Mum's picture. “Now let's see yours.”

“There's nothing to see,” I say as I lift my dress over my head. My knickers (or should I say my Mum's) are just like hers, only white, not pink.

“In that case, let me see your cunt.” With my heart pounding in my chest, I tug the knickers down and step out of them, just as she does the same. We stand looking at each other, our eyes huge.

“We're just as sexy as our Mums,” she says, staring at the slit that bisects my prominent mound. “Let's take a picture. I can prop my phone against a book on top of the dresser and aim it at the bed and it has a ten second timer for selfies, so we'll have plenty of time to pose.”

“Like they did, with our legs spread open?”

“Of course. We want to look as slutty as they looked and we don't have to stop at one picture. We can take as many as we like, in all sorts of 'dirty' poses. Agree?” I grin.

“The dirtier the better.” She sets the phone up, and sets the timer, then comes to sit beside me at the bottom of the bed. As she hooks one thigh over mine, we spread our legs and lean back on our elbows, not forgetting to smile in to let the viewer know that flaunting our pussies is utterly thrilling. The flash goes off and we jump to our feet and look at the screen. The result is, if anything, even sexier than the picture of Madge and Mum and the definition even better. I finger spread the screen to zoom in on our vulvas and we can see every little detail, down to the individual hairs on her mound.

“Fuck,” she says, “we're awesome! This is the most fun I've had since Hailey Marks put her hand down my knickers last month. She's a year ahead of me and I have a little crush on her. Don't worry,” she adds, looking at me, “I'll get over it. Let's take some more pix.” For the next ten minutes, we pose for what can only be described as extreme child porn. For the first, we're on all fours, bums elevated and shot from behind as we smile over our shoulders, then we lie on our backs, our knees up by our ears, and so on, a dozen or more lascivious poses, offering ourselves to the camera.

“Who's gonna see these?” I ask.

“Our Mums, but no one else. I can't think of anyone I can trust not to talk about them.”

“Me neither. But wouldn't it be awesome if we could get them on to the internet so the whole world could enjoy our . . .”

“. . . Beauty? Sexiness? Naughtiness?”

“Depravity,” I decide. Yes, that describes us perfectly.” She turns and looks at me, running her eyes up and down my body. “I'm a bit confused,” she says. I lift my eyebrows. “I mean, here you are, perfectly flat chested and not a single hair on your cunt, months or years away from puberty, but for some reason, you're getting me excited. Maybe I'm gonna turn out to be some weirdo, into little girls or something.”

“Your Mum fancied mine when they were exactly our ages and they didn't think it was weird. I think you're just a perfectly normal gay girl like me.”

“And here we are, alone together and naked. We can't let this moment pass, can we?” Instead of answering, I put my arms round her and press my lips to hers, pressing my tongue between them. She responds, pushing a thigh between mine and humping my leg. I do the same. We break apart and look into each other's eyes.

“I might not have any tits yet, Paige, but I'm old enough to think about you in a sexual way. I can feel my cunt getting wet.”

“Me, too,” she says, breathlessly. “I wanna have full blown sex with you and make a video of the whole thing, so that the picture of our Mums will pale by comparison.”

“And I want to kiss your titties and other exciting parts of your body.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” That's when I see the alarm clock beside her bed.

“Oh, shit, I have to be home by dinner time. I'm gonna be late and Mum will kill me.”

“Do you have to go?” she asks, plaintively.

“We can carry on where we left off another day, tomorrow, maybe. I'll ring you.” I pick up a pair of knickers from the floor.

“They're mine,” she says. Nevertheless I put them on.

“I've never worn another girl's knickers. It's kinda nice, intimate, so to speak. You can wear mine.” She grins. I press my hand to my crotch and feel the slight dampess of Paige's earlier excitement. I watch her don my knickers as I put my dress back on, give her a quick kiss on the lips, collect my computer and run downstairs. “Bye, Madge,” I call as I exit the front door.

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“You're late,” Mum admonishes me when I arrive home. She's just come out of the shower, a towel wrapped round her naked body. Dinner is in the oven and she puts it on the table. We sit down and tuck in.

“I have something to show you after dinner,” I say, a wicked grin on my face. When all the dishes have been put in the dishwasher, I go with Mum into the living room, put the the laptop on the coffee table, open the picture file to show her the pictures of Paige and me, flaunting our cunts. I sit in the armchair opposite so I can judge her reaction.

“Oh, my God!” she says, her face alight. “You're even naughtier than Madge and I were! You should save these so you can show them to your own daughter when she's growing up.”

“I'm never going to have a daughter,” I announce. “That would involve having a man put his cock into me and the thought of that make me want to throw up.” She pauses.

“Then do what I did.”

“What?” She looks serious.

“Adopt a little girl.” I'm dumbfounded. My whole world has suddenly changed. Mum is not really my Mum? Oh, my God!

“I'm adopted?” I cry.

“I'm sorry, I should've told you when you were younger, but the right moment never seemed to happen. You were just four and so fucking cute that I fell instantly in love with you, but I'm still your Mum, okay?” I have a hard time getting my head round the fact that my Mum isn't my Mum. “I was married to another lesbian, but it turned out she wasn't as fond of toddlers as I was and she split, which allowed me to lavish all my affection on you. By the way, why are you wearing pink knickers?” She's been looking up my dress. I tell her they were Paige's and we'd swapped.

“What else did you get up to, besides posing like two lust crazed sex sluts?” I love it when Mum verbally abuses me.

“There wasn't time. Things were just getting interesting when I realised I had to get home, but I'll see her tomorrow and, well, who knows what we'll get up to?”

“Are you mad at me for not telling you about the adoption earlier?”

“I'm not mad, Mum, just . . . I don't know, bewildered, I suppose.”

“It won't make any difference to our relationship, Misty. I'll always love you.” Then she laughs. “Especially after looking at those pictures of you and Paige flaunting your cunts. You're quite fucking sexy.”

Now that she's not actually my mother, I'm suddenly aware that describing me as sexy is not just a way to boost my self esteem; perhaps she is actually aroused by the sight of my naked body, displayed in the lewd poses Paige and I devised. I look at her in a different light. Her towel, tucked into itself above her tits, is open at the front and I can see her pussy. All her pubic hair has been removed. I've seen it many times before, but that was when she was my mother and it didn't mean anything, but now she's not a blood relation, just a lesbian whom I happen to know very well, and love. She sees me staring and pulls the towel closed.

“You need a pair of knickers, Mum. Here, you can wear these.” I stand and lift my dress and pull Paige's knickers down and hand them to her. She puts her feet through the leg holes, pulls them up to her knees, then stands. The towel falls off and she pauses for just a second before she pulls them all the way up. Her tits are small and firm, her body slender and suddenly I realise how sexy she actually is. My own dress is still bunched up round my waist and I should pull it down, but I simply stand there, letting her look at me. Things are suddenly different. Flaunting my pussy in this way is just as thrilling as doing it with Paige.

“Isn't it delicious, wearing another girl's used knickers,” I say and she smiles and agrees with me. I sit down, part my thighs and hook my knees over the arms of the chair in a deliberately provocative pose, my cunt displayed front and centre. I can see a new light in her eyes. After several long seconds, she tells me I need knickers and we should go up to her room to select a pair. She still hasn't done the laundry.

In her room, she puts her arms round me in a tight hug and kisses me on the lips. It's more than just the usual peck, it's a real lover's kiss, mouths open, tongues playing. Then she stands behind me, unzips my dress and lets it fall. Then from behind, she puts one hand on my chest, her fingers tweaking one nipple, and the other hand on my tummy. My excitement mounts as it slides down, closer and closer to my cunt until her finger presses along the length of my slit. I lean back against her breasts as her finger goes into me. It feel ten time better than when I do it to myself.

“Oh, Mum,” I murmur, “This is so wonderful. You've suddenly become sexy. I want you to teach me everything you can about gay sex, do to me all those things I watch on the internet.”

“Not so fast, little Misty. I think we both need to get used to the idea that we're not actually related. Then, maybe, well . . .”

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It's Saturday afternoon and I spend the morning rummaging through the garage and on a shelf I find a tripod, then in the drawer under the bench, a camcorder. I charge it up and try it out and it works fine. I set it on the tripod up in my bedroom.

“Paige is coming over in a few minutes,” I tell Mum, down in the kitchen.

“Are you going to take more pictures?”

“I found your camcorder. It's up in my bedroom. We're gonna make a video.”

“Oh, this could get interesting.” No kidding! “Enjoy yourselves, I'm gonna take a nap.”

Paige arrives, greets Mum and we go upstairs. As soon as the door closes behind us, we're in each other's arms, our lips locked in a passionate kiss which doesn't last long because we're too eager to get out of our clothes. Naked, we embrace again, then I lean back, put my palms on her sides and rub my thumbs over her budding boobs. In turn, the puts her hand down between my legs, pressing her middle finger along my slit.

“Yesterday, Mum told me I'm adopted,” I tell her. “I never knew.” She steps back.

“Holy shit! You must've been devastated.”

“Well, to be honest, I was a bit shocked, but she's still my Mum and she still loves me so it didn't freak me out, but the strange thing is that now I look at her differently.”

“Because she's so hot? I've always thought of your Mum as being sexy, even though she's what? Twenty seven?”

“Twenty nine; she looks young for her age and I agree with you, she's always been sexy, though I never thought about it before. In fact, she hugged me and put her hand down between my legs. It felt awesome!”

“A taste of things to come, perhaps?”

“Talking of taste, I've been wondering if your cunt tastes as exciting as my finger does after I masturbate. I take it you suck yours, too.”

“Of course I do. But I'm not gonna let you taste my cunt until I've tasted yours.” She pushes me until my calves hit the end of the bed and I fall back, instinctively opening my legs for her. In a flash, she's on her knees, pressing her mouth to my cunt, doing marvelous things to it, making me feel a hundred times better than when I finger myself. I rotate my hips upwards and put my hands on the back of her head, pulling her into me.

“Oh my God, Paige! You're driving me crazy!” She lifts her head and looks up at me.

“You taste delicious. I could happily do this all day long.”

“But I wanna taste you!” I cry. “I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel. Come and lie on the bed.” She crawls up the bed and lies on her back, her legs wide open in invitation, so I reverse my body, my feet up at the top of the bed, one leg raised and as her mouth presses on me again, I press my tongue into her cunt, exploring it, licking up and down and then pursing my lips and sucking her clit in and out. I'm in heaven, my gut churning with excitement, my nipples hard, my heart pounding and then I feel it coming closer, my orgasm. I know it's going to be an order of magnitude better than the little cums I get when I finger myself and sure enough, I explode inside, hot fire in my belly, spreading through my whole body. My fists clench and my toes curl and for a moment I seem to pass out, drifting away into another world of pure lust and love for my darling friend.

When I've recovered my breath, I lift my head and look at her. She's lying there, panting hard, her eyes closed, her knees up by her chest. She must've cum too. Oh, what joy! I've actutally made a girl cum! Now I'm a qualified lesbian. She opens her eyes and gazes at me with a dazzling smile on her face.

“You fucking slut!” she says. “You dirty whore! You cunt crazy dyke!” I love her verbal abuse, revelling in her insults, delivered with erotic devotion.

“You, too, you fucking nympho. I came like a rocket; it was awesome.”

“Me, too.”

That's when the door opens and Mum steps into the room, dressed in what she calls her pajamas, but in reality, they're a satin camisole and tap pants set with lace trim, clearly intended to be underwear. Aroused as I am, and freed by the knowledge that we're not blood relatives, I can see how fucking sexy she really is.

“Oh, look at you two little lovers! I know I should've knocked, but I was hoping to catch you in some depraved action and sure enough here you are looking like you've been sixty nining. Have you been eating each other's cunts?”

“We've just made each other cum,” I announce, proudly. “What's in the bag?” She's holding a tote bag which she empties on to the end of the bed. Out fall a collection of sex toys, a big black fake cock, a vibrator, a double ended dildo and a strap-on that has an internal probe to penetrate the wearer.

“I thought you might want to play with these,” she says. Paige and I look at each other, then at Mum.

“You'll have to teach us how,” I say, but how difficult can it be to figure out their purpose?

“I'll be happy to, but first, shouldn't I be naked like you two little angels?”

“YES!” we cry.

“Then you guys need to undress me, right?” We roll off the bed and as I lift Mum's top off, my hands lingering on her boobs, Paige is on her knees, pulling Mum's tap pants down and gazing at her freshly waxed cunt.

“You like my twat, Paige. I think Misty does, too. Okay, I'm gonna get on the bed on all fours and tell you what to do. Paige, take that black cock and push it up my bum hole. Don't worry, it won't hurt. I love anal sex and I can take it easily. Oh, that feels so good! Meanwhile, Misty, I want all your fingers in my cunt. Twist your hand round and round and get me nice and wet.” She's already dripping. “Now fold your thumb and put your whold hand into me. Go deep, past your wrist, yes, like that. Oh, I'm deliciously filled up. Pump in and out, girls, fuck my brains out!” The aroma of her sex fills the room, making me even more excited. The fake cock must be all of ten inches long and most of it is inside her. I'm amazed at how much room is up there and half my arm is in her cunt.

She cums with a loud howl, her whole body convulsing, gool dripping down her thighs and we pull out from her orifices and sit back. She rolls on to her back, her face and chest flushed.

“I was in heaven,” she says, but there's some things I love more than being double fucked.”

“What?” we ask in unison.

“Being fucked by a strap on; having my bum hole licked, beeing peed on by little girls and licking thier cunts. Lie back, both of you and spread your legs for me, yes, like that. Oh, You're gonna love this!”

The end.