Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2023 16:17:57 +0000 From: coffeefourtwo Subject: Clandestine Meetings - Chapter 1 All characters are fictional and high school age or older. Comments are welcome. If there is an interest, I will continue the series. If you like the stories you find on Nifty, please consider donating to the site. I met my mother at her realtor's office, a little after half past eight in the morning. She was brewing coffee while her secretary was at the computer sorting out the final documents mother needed for a client that was coming in at any minute. My name is Jen, short for Jennifer. I am twenty-eight years of age. My mother, Alice, is fifty years of age and still a striking woman. I, along with my sister, Lori, twenty-five years of age, work for her. Lori and I both passed the real estate exam for our state at the same time and have worked for mother the last three years. Mother is not a fifty year old in a twenty year old body as some erotic stories so often make them out to be. Her curves are filling out and she bemoans the slight roundness of her belly and her slightly sagging breasts. Still her facial features are very attractive and I hope I look as good as she does when I reach her age. Her secretary, Barbara, is thirty-five years of age, and if she were bi or lesbian, I would already have had her in my bed. Actually, I am not sure of her sexual preference. I usually get a hint or a sign from most women, but with Barbara, my intuition was truly lacking, frustrating me to no end. The fact that she worked for my mother made it all the more imperative that I tread lightly here, at least until I'm sure. If I moved in too quickly and misread the signs, a sexual harassment lawsuit would not sit well with mother. She would have my guts for garters, even if I am her daughter. After Barbara finished printing out all the documents we needed, mother gathered them up and she and I went into her office.The documents were agreement forms between the seller and the listing agent, giving the agent the legal authority to market and ultimately find a buyer for the seller. The couple were moving out of town and actually arrived at our office in their moving van. We met the husband and wife a couple of days ago at their house to look over the property and give them a general idea of what price they should list the house for. When we got there, they were just starting to move all their furniture and belongings into the moving van. After talking with the couple, they told us they wanted to list the home with us. I took interior and exterior pictures of the property with my phone. They agreed to stop by the office on their way out of town to sign the listing agreement. Barbara tapped lightly on the door, informing us the couple arrived. We chatted for a bit and I was pleased to hear that the couple were moving because the wife had been promoted within her company. She seemed to be genuinely excited about the promotion and her husband talked glowingly about his wife. If I had the chance, I would have bedded the wife in a heartbeat! Married or not! After they left, mother was sitting behind her desk. She pulled out a small lockbox and placed the keys to the home in it. Mother and I would go to the house later in the morning to secure the lockbox to the door, allowing any realtor and their agents to show the house to a prospective buyer. That was when my phone chimed. A text message was waiting for me that brought a smile to my face and a throb between my legs. It was from Traci, a fourteen year old sexpot I had met three months earlier while showing a home to her parent's. She was with them to see the home and the moment Traci and I made eye contact, there was no doubt in my mind Traci and I would end up as lovers. As her parent's looked around the house, we discreetly traded phone numbers. And then I would wait. With a girl as young as Traci, I let them make the first move. This way, I know it's consensual and I am not influencing them in any way. Sex with Traci, which I felt would be in the not too distant future, turned out to be the very next day. And yes, she called first. How's that for the not too distant future! We have been regular lovers since. I opened the text message which read: 'Horny as fuck and I'm at your house.' Their house was only a fifteen minute walk from my place. I moaned so loud after reading the message, mother looked at me from behind her desk. I showed her the message, at which point she laughed and shook her head. She was well aware of Traci's age. Mother and I have no secrets. None! And she is never judgemental, but she always tells me to be careful when such a young girl is involved. Unfortunately, I seldom bed a girl this young. "Go, but don't forget we have the lockbox to take care of. I'm thinking, twelve o'clock so don't be late. And remember, they are paying two mortgages now, so we need to get this house sold, yesterday." Mom had a cardinal rule, that when she or one of her agents went to a house, they were to be accompanied by another agent. No exceptions. Mother is zealot when it comes to her employees safety. When I went to show Traci's parent's the house they ultimately bought, which put a nice commission into my checking account, Lori came with me and was she ever upset I got first dibs on Traci! I beat Lori out by mere seconds. Lori had a sexual relationship with a high school freshman girl about six months ago. She was Lori's first really young girl, and she's had the itch ever since. I thought about talking with Traci to see if she would be interested in some between-the-sheet time with Lori, but so far I am being greedy and keeping Traci all for myself. I texted Traci back immediately and then shot out of the office, like the proverbial bat out of hell. I heard Barbara begin to say something, but she was too late, I was already gone. Nothing was going to keep me from the prime directive! When I got home, Traci was waiting at the side door under the garage, sitting on the steps. We exchanged pleasantries as I walked up to the door, unlocking it. When we walked into the house, I closed the door and locked it. Traci was all over me in a second. She threw her arms around me as our mouths met in a kiss totally inappropriate for a twenty-eight year old woman and a fourteen year old girl to have. Her tongue slid into my mouth, our tongues truly showing how much they had missed each other. The slurping sounds of our kisses once again displaying inappropriateness of the highest order. I reached around and pulled her hair, effectively removing her mouth away from mine. I asked in a panting voice, "Missed me, bitch?" She looked me in the eyes. "No, you fucking trollop, I missed your pussy," she hissed with the same break in her voice as mine. I giggled. "Good answer. In the bedroom, honey, we'll have to hurry. I have a meeting later." As she turned, I slapped her cute little ass. Traci was fourteen, but her body looked like that of an eleven year old. We were stripping our clothes off as we hurried to my bedroom. She's been there so many times, she could find it with her eyes closed. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my legs splayed wide. Without instructions from me, Traci sat between my legs, her back pressed against my bare chest, spreading her legs. Yes, we have done this a few times! I reached around, taking one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it while I licked and nibbled on her ear. "You have such beautiful nipples, baby?" I said as my free hand slid between her thighs and began to tenderly stroke her slit up and down. Traci nodded, then rolled her head, our mouths meeting in a searing kiss. I could feel her body beginning to heat up as quickly as mine. I slid two fingers into her soaking pussy and began to finger fuck her with wild abandon for a few minutes. Her body was now a mass of quivering flesh. When I feel Traci's body begin to quiver, I know she is close. "Is Traci going to come for, mommy?" I cooed into her ear. She answered me by squirting her juices onto my hand and shrieking out as her orgasm ripped through her body. I held onto her as her body thrust every which way. It took some doing, but I managed to hold her in place. I licked her ear and held her firmly against me. "Such a good, girl." I said into her ear. After her body settled down and her breathing returned to normal, I pulled her further onto the bed with me, placing her on her back. As I leaned down to kiss her, I placed my fingers she had just squirted on, next to our mouth's. Together, we began to lick and slurp her juices off my fingers, while I savored her taste and smell. My fingers clean, I kissed her tenderly, our tongues lashing at each other. I broke the kiss and straddled her chest. I lowered my pussy onto her chest and began to rub it over her breast then over her nipple. Over and over I did this as my pussy got wetter by the second. Damn, it felt so good to have her nipple fuck my pussy. The sensation was even greater, when Traci began to rub my clit with her thumb. Getting closer to orgasm, I looked down at Traci. "Naughty, girl," I said with heavy eyelids and a shaky voice. Traci looked up at me with such an innocent face. "Shame on you, Jen, for being such a slut with an underage girl. Is your mommy proud to have a tramp like you for a daughter?" That drove me over the edge. I came so hard, my juices spewed onto her chest. I was so turned on by the sight of my wet, warm juices shooting onto the breast of a fourteen year old girl, I rode her breast as fast and as hard as I could. After a couple of minutes, I fell on the bed next to Traci, gulping for air. I watched as she spread my juices over her chest, her breasts and nipples. She moved between my legs and began to lap up all my juices she could find. When she finished, she moved up and placed the side of her face on my chest and held me close. I kissed the top of her head and wrapped my arms around her. Traci and I would make love three more times that morning. There was no doubt we would have been at it all day but I had work to do. We showered together and the little Jezebel gave me two more orgasms. Not to be outdone, I gave her three! After we left my house, I dropped Traci off on a side street two blocks from her house. Don't want to take the chance and have one of Traci's parent's or a nosey neighbor spot us, now do we? Traci is my youngest lover to date. I once had a seventeen year old, she lived just a few houses down. A bit of a tomboy she was, but can she ever eat pussy! She literally had me in tears of joy after one session. It was right after that she told me about a fifteen year old friend of hers that might be interested in hooking up with us. No way was I going to pass that up! Two days later they showed up just after seven o'clock on a Friday evening. By midnight, they wore me out so much, I had to plead with them to stop. My nipples were puffy and sore, my pink pussy was now a dark red and raw and dry as the Mojave desert, they even used one of my dildo's on my asshole, not that I'm complaining. Odd as it is to say, but for all the pain I was in, it felt so wonderful. I've had far more than my share of lesbian threesome's, and while they were all exciting and more than enjoyable, I never left those encounters feeling the way I did with those two. What an evening that was! My mind still reels when I think of that one. The fifteen year old was a one off, the seventeen year old and I remained on and off lovers, mostly off, until she went to college, out of state. I doubt I will see her again. Other than those three, my lovers have been more or less my age, or older. The youngest being Traci at fourteen while the oldest, Maggie, was seventy. She is a friend of the family and it was her birthday, so I impulsively gave myself to her as a birthday gift. Mother thought it was a bit much, but I totally enjoyed myself. And so did Maggie! A few weeks later, Maggie and I had a threesome with one of her girlfriends, the friend being sixty-five. We still hookup every now and again, but it is rare. In fact, I suggested to mother she should have a go at Maggie. She did, and now the two of them get together about once a week. On the way back to the office, mother called. I answered through my car's bluetooth. "Yes mother, I am on my way back to the office and I know you'll ask, so let me say, Traci was a great fuck as usual." Mother laughed. "When she gets tired of you, pass her on to your old, mother. I would love to sink my tongue into that cute little pussy of her's." I have shown many of Traci's pictures to mother. "Sorry, mother, but Lori is up next to get sloppy seconds, provided I want to give up, Traci. I'm keeping her around for awhile." There was silence on the phone. I thought the call had disconnected. "Mother?" After a few moments, mother said, "I'm sorry, darling, I'm here, but I think I misunderstood you. I thought you said you were keeping her around for awhile." What my mother said sank in. Normally by this time, no, make it much earlier than this, Traci would have long been out of the picture. After a handful of trysts in my bedroom, I would have passed her off to Lori. Mother has a point and it was a little unsettling. My sex drive is off the charts, along with mother and Lori too for that matter. My lovers arrive fast and leave even faster. Traci and I have been regular lovers, although not exclusive, for three months. For me, that's half a lifetime. I would definitely have to revisit this. "Mother, just because I want to keep her around, it's no big deal. She's a sweet girl, maybe I feel the need to take her under my wing and teach her about her sexuality in a safe environment." Damn! Even I didn't buy the shit I just said! Mother laughed. "Okay, whatever you say, honey." She paused for a moment. "But don't think for one minute, I don't know what's going on. You are in for a major wake up call with that girl." I arrived at the office, with mother coming out to meet me. When she sat in the passenger seat, she looked at me for a moment, then smiled warmly. "You have the glow of freshly fucked, my dear. It suits you." And I must admit, I felt like I was walking on air. The drive to the clients house took only about ten minutes, mother and I engaging in a bit of small talk as I drove. We arrived at the house, with mother looking around the exterior of the property. Always on the side of caution, she was looking at the windows for any sign of breakage. The last thing she wanted to do was walk into a house with someone other than the owner inside. She gave me the all clear and unlocked the door. She placed the key in the lockbox and secured it to the doorknob. We walked in, with mother locking the door with the deadbolt latch. She walked from the living room to the kitchen. As she began to walk down the hallway to the rear of the house she said, "I'll look over the rear, you check the front." I began to look around the rooms, specifically for security cameras. Mother was doing the same thing in the rear of the house. I was satisfied, after going through the front rooms, that if any were installed, they had been removed. I was standing in the kitchen when mother came out from a back room and began to walk up the hallway toward me. "Find anything?" she asked. I shook my head as mother walked up to me, talking me in her arms. "Me either," she said. And then our mouths met in a sloppy, wet kiss. I love kissing mother, and she always shows her appreciation by kissing me back with equal passion. Her hands roamed over my body and I returned the favor. She began to lick my neck, as my hand cupped her breast. I love the feel of her breasts and have played with them lovingly for hours on end when the two of us are alone together in her bed, or mine. She spun me around, pulled up my dress and pressing her chest into my back, reached around, her hand quickly finding my already sopping pussy. She slid three fingers into me, then she whispered in my ear, "Does my little, girl think she can come again after spending the morning with that little hussy, Traci?" I was panting wildly. "Dammit, just fuck me, mother!" I screamed out. And did she ever! As my orgasm tore through me, mother did not let up. She finger fucked me through my orgasm. Mother knows how to please her daughter! My legs felt like they were giving out and mother could tell. She grabbed hold of me and held me tightly to her warm, soft body. The back of my my head fell onto her shoulder as my wild panting slowly turned to normal breathing. I rolled my head to the side and kissed mother tenderly as she gently stroked my pussy, bringing me down softly from my orgasmic high. When I felt my legs regaining their strength, I turned to face mother. "Did that answer your question about whether I could have another orgasm?" Mother looked soulfully into my eyes and said, "You are incredible, honey." Our mouth's met in another deep kiss. This one, however, was loving and gentle. When she broke the kiss, I looked over her shoulder. I wanted to ravage her, but with all the furniture gone, the countertop right behind her would have to do. I gently guided her backwards, while placing kisses to her lips and face. I helped her up into a sitting position on the countertop. She lifted her butt as I raised her dress up. What's this? Mother has gone commando! My heart skipped a beat when I saw her pussy, it's entrance coated with the thick cream of her juices. I gently ran a finger over her pussy to scoop a dollop of that delectable cream. I held my finger up to show mother. She looked at it with hunger. I quickly slid my finger into my mouth, coating my tongue with her cream. She moaned when she saw me do that, the look of hunger on her face, growing. I leaned my head so close to her face, our noses almost touched. "Do you want to kiss me, mother? Do you want to taste your cum in your daughter's mouth?" I provocatively, teased. She answered me by kissing me, while licking the inside of my mouth with her tongue, desperately trying to extract all the flavor of her cum out of my mouth. The taste of her cum, mixed with our saliva was a heady cocktail I was getting high on. When the luscious kiss ended, I inserted three fingers into mother's wet and sensitive pussy. When I began to finger fuck her, I placed my lips near her ear and said firmly, "Don't call, Traci filthy names again. Only I am allowed that." I looked into mother's eyes. She nodded her head. And then I took care of business. My hand was a blur as I finger fucked mother. My face lunged for my mother's clit and in no time, I had her howling like a wolf in the night as my tongue, teeth and lips feasted on her sensitive clit. I removed my fingers from her pussy and replaced it with my mouth. Mother took my hand and feverishly licked my fingers while my face, mouth and lips attacked her pussy mercilessly. It was then, I heard three knocks on the front door. My mouth remained on mother's pussy, but I stilled my tongue. And waited. After the three knocks, there was a pause, followed by two knocks, another pause, followed by a single, final knock. I began to feast on mother's pussy again, her juices covering my face. I could faintly hear the lockbox being unlocked, then I heard the door open, followed by the seductive sound of hard heeled shoes walking slowly across the hardwood floor of the living room. "You two, bitches, started without me?" Lori asked incredulously from the archway. I straightened, turned and walked to Lori. She looked at me, mesmerized by the sight of mother's juices glistening on my face. She looked over to mother, to see her fingering herself on the countertop. Poor, Lori. She didn't seem to be able to make up her mind who she should go to first, her mother or her older sister. If I'm being honest, had I been in her position, I would have a hard time choosing, too. I guess being I was physically closer to her than mother, she decided on her older sister first. Path of least resistance and all that. "My God," she said, "You have her so fucking, wet!" And then she pulled me to her and began to lick my face clean of mother's juices. Our mouth's met in a fiery kiss, our tongues making themselves as one, while both of us relished our mother's taste. "You two are going to be the death of me yet," Lori said as she took my hand and walked the short distance to where mother was waiting for her two loving daughter's. Their mouth's met in a lustful kiss. Lori and mother kiss with a passion that always takes my breath away. Today was no exception. There was a beauty to their kiss, a kiss between longtime lovers that never grows old and never, ever loses it's passion. As they kissed, I ran my hand softly over Lori's back through her blouse, gently kissing the side of her neck, while my other hand slipped under her dress, then into her panty where I found a warm and very moist pussy waiting for my skilled fingers. I took advantage of this to the fullest. I slid her panty down to her ankle and in just a few minutes, I was fisting Lori, who by this time was dining at the banquet that was her mother's pussy. I love watching Lori eat out mother! As both women screamed out their simultaneous orgasm, I wrapped my arms around Lori. I placed my lips to Lori's ear whispering tenderly, "It's okay, love, I have you." When their orgasms subsided, Lori languidly leaned into me. She melted into my arms, as I held her close, then began to gently lick mother's juices off her face. When I finished, Lori looked at me lovingly as I raised my hand that was now drenched with Lori's juices to my mother's face. Mother wasted no time in licking clean my hand. We were standing in the afterglow of our clandestine meeting, looking at each other lovingly and affectionately. We have done this many times in the homes we sell, but only in unoccupied homes, and only when we first list the house, as we had this one provided, of course, we don't find any security cameras. Once Barbara enters the house into the multiple listing service, or MLS, which she would do later that afternoon, that effectively ends our salacious trips to a house. Who knows if another real estate agent will show up unannounced with a client. Mother was the first to speak. "Be a, darling, both of you, and please help an old lady from this countertop." I reluctantly let go of Lori. We both helped mother from the countertop. She returned the favor by giving us both deep, luxurious kisses. Our clandestine meeting over, mother reached into her purse, pulling out a huge bag of wet wipes and began to clean her face and pussy, then the countertop. Lori and I did the same, cleaning ourselves, then cleaning the floor. I noticed the kitchen had a strong smell of our sex. I inhaled deeply taking in the scents of the two women I love the most. Personally, I would have left the smell as is, but mother, always the consumate professional, sprayed air freshener into the room. She even brought zippable plastic storage bags to put the wipes in. Mother always comes prepared! Satisfied the house was cleaned appropriately, we walked out of the house. Mother checked the lockbox once more to make sure it was secure. Walking three abreast to our cars, mother said, "I wasn't really sure you would be up for this, Jen, what with you being with Traci the whole morning." Lori stopped in her tracks, mother and I continued walking. "Wait a second! You had sex with Traci all morning and you came here and performed like that?" I stopped, turned and smiled at her. "Call me, gifted." She made a face. "I'll call you a slut, and Traci a little cunt. By the way, when are you going to hand her over to me. It's time I got a shot at the little nympho." For a moment, anger seethed through my body. I heard mother groan. I walked back to Lori, and standing barely out her personal space, said in a stern voice, "I said this to mother earlier and I will say it to you only once. In future, when you talk about, Traci, leave the filthy names out. I will not stand for it any longer." I turned and walked to my car. What Lori said next, stunned me. "Are you falling for her?" Now I was the one who stopped in my tracks. Is that what this is about? Was that what mother was referring to earlier when she said I was in for a major wake up call. It couldn't be. Could it? I was never the one to settle down. I was enjoying my promiscuous life far too much to even consider that. The front door of my house was a revolving door for countless women over the years. Mother and Lori, oftentimes together, and as of late, Traci, were the only regular users of that door. It had so much use, I would have to replace it soon at the rate I was going. I couldn't even begin to wrap my head around the words Lori just spoke. I didn't turn around, nor did I answer her. I walked to my car, shellshocked. Mother and Lori talked for a few minutes while I sat in my car feeling slightly nauseous. When Lori walked up to my car door, I rolled down the window. She looked at me for a moment as though unsure of what to say. Finally, she broke the silence. "I love you, sis. More than anything in the world. I'm sorry." She leaned into the car and hugged me and I gave her a hug for the ages. Right then, right there, I needed to hear those words from her lips. And did I ever need to feel her warm body next to mine. Not in a sexual way, but in a loving sisterly way. As mother got into the car, I told her we would talk later. She nodded her head, gave me kiss on the cheek, then walked to her car. I drove Mother back to her office, the whole trip in silence. When I drove the car into a parking spot at her office, she turned to me. "Why don't you take the afternoon off, sweetheart? There really isn't much going on. Lori and I can get together on this new listing. You need a little alone time to think." I simply nodded my head. "Good. Get some rest, honey, I'll see you tomorrow morning." She reached over, gave me a hug along with a quick peck on the side of my face. Before she got out of the car, she looked at me, smiled and said, "You are my little, angel." She got out of the car and walked to her office. I sat there for a moment and pondered her last words. Here I am, a very promiscuous lesbian bedding as many hot, and to be frank, not so hot women, as I can get my hands on. I've even bedded more than a few plump women over the years. Two pregnant women have graced my bed, unfortunately not together. Not to mention having an incestuous relationship with my mother, and my younger sister. I've even indulged in many a threesome with them, so many in fact, I can't even tell you the number of times we've been together, yet in the eyes of my mother, I am her angel. Mother's love for me truly knows no bounds! So why did I get so defensive about Traci? I tried to think things through, but my mind was blank. I drove home, walked into the house, making sure to lock the door. I had some wine chilling in my fridge. Sounds like a good place to start! I filled the glass only a quarter full, downing it in one gulp. I refilled the glass, but this time I would drink it leisurely. I had breakfast in the morning, but nothing since. I made a quick turkey sandwich, with a small salad. About an hour after I finished eating, I walked into my bedroom. I could still smell the faintest trace of sex in the air. I inhaled deeply, and without a doubt I could smell Traci's fragrance. I undressed and soon, I was lying on my bed nude, going through my phone, looking at all the pictures I had of Traci. And there were a lot! On my phone, I have two files where I store my pictures. One titled 'past', the other titled 'present'. I looked through both files. There were far more pictures of Traci than any of my past and present lovers. Hell, there were more pictures of Traci than of mother and Lori. I couldn't get over how many I had. I was, in a word, speechless. She's fourteen years old! My morning tryst with Traci and then the threesome with mother and Lori was finally taking it's toll. Lying in bed, my phone at my side with an adorable picture of Traci on the display, I fell asleep and to my amazement and utter bafflement, I dreamed later of Traci. I woke, a little after five o'clock that afternoon, to a picture of Traci still on my display. I looked at the picture and smiled. And then the unthinkable happened! A sharp emotion swept over me. I missed, Traci. That has never happened with any of my lovers before! Never! Ever! Besides, of course, mother and Lori. I carry those two women in my heart every second of every day. I can fuck one, or both of them in the morning, and that evening I miss them, dearly. I reached for my phone, and did something I have never done with Traci before. I sent her a text, first. All of our previous texts, she has initiated. Like this morning, for example. Every single one! With a trembling hand, I typed out and sent her this text: 'Do you think you can sneak out of the house tonight, and come over?' Her response came sooner than I thought it would. 'Yes, I can, and don't worry, I don't have to sneak out of the house.' A smile came over my face. My little minx was coming to see me!