Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2024 18:17:11 +0000 From: coffeefourtwo Subject: Clandestine Meetings Chapter 5 All characters are fictional and high school age or older. Comments are welcome. If there is interest, I will continue the series. Please consider a donation, however small, to Nifty. On the drive to mother's house, my thoughts were still at the Hilton, Suite 510. The afternoon romp with Tressa was extremely enlightening. Not only did I have outrageous sex with my new lover, and to whom I was looking forward to my next clandestine meeting with, I also had in my purse, a check made out in my name for seven thousand dollars. When Tressa handed me the check as I was about to leave, I told her, "But, it's made out for two thousand dollars more." Tressa smiled at me sweetly. "Consider it a sign on bonus," she said, followed by an enchanting giggle and a charming wink. And it was not a personal check she gave me, rather it was a check from one of the companies she runs. Tressa made it clear no one would question her. "They wouldn't dare," she said with a cold, distant and bitter tone. I knew at that point, I had better not get on the wrong side of Tressa Clarke, not that I had any reason to. All I had to do, was keep Tressa satisfied, sexually. From how things turned out, after our first very naughty session, that would be an easy task to accomplish. Tressa, I splendidly found out, has an anal fetish. I was bound and determined to exploit that fetish. One of my past lovers I met, when I was still quite young and working at the lingerie store, was so into anal that was almost the only penetration we had together. She certainly honed my anal proficiency, so much so that mother and Lori benefitted enormously from my newfound bedroom skills. Tonight, so did Tressa! That wasn't the only sex Tressa and I engaged in, however. She is very versatile, I may even be tempted to say gifted, in bed and truth be told, I almost had trouble keeping up. And this, from a very promiscuous lesbian! During some cuddle time together, which I enjoyed immensely, Tressa explained to me that she and her husband, Craig, were separated, but not legally. Their romance fizzled and instead of getting a divorce, a move that was sure to get lawyers from both sides getting their greedy little hands deep into their financial cookie jar, and create a lot of unnecessary acrimony, they decided to simply separate, amicably, even going so far as to work out their financial arrangements together. He kept the house, giving her money for her share in the home, while she moved temporarily to the Hilton. She enjoyed being there so much, she's been there ever since. She told me the Easton estate they were buying through our agency was, in fact, for her. Legally, they were still married so Craig had to sign for the property as well. So, the days of living at the Hilton may be coming to an end. Personally, I would have filed for divorce. Financial commitments, down the line, could get a bit tricky for them. Regardless of my opinion, it seemed to be working for them. One thing she told me, was that she and Craig still get together for casual sex every now and again. She made the rounds with a few guys after they separated, but quickly gave up. In giving up men sexually, besides Craig, Tressa phrased it in not so subtle words. "Hung like a mule, he is, and he knows how to use it. No one else compares. When I need a hard cock, I just call Craig up. He's usually very accommodating, that way." I certainly didn't see that coming! Her first female on female experience was with her husband's personal assistant, Suzi. After that eye opening experience, Tressa jumped the fence and landed on the lesbian side as far as she could with, of course, the exception of Craig. Her affair with Suzi has been ongoing for two years. Tressa is not like me when it comes to relationships. She told me she still sleeps with all the women she's had a sexual attraction to, a total of seven over the last two years, as to where I am always looking for a new playmate to replace the last one I've dumped. And now, like a prostitute, I am getting paid for sex. The thrill of simply thinking about it, has my panty sopping wet as I drive from The Hilton. And two very special women in my life, in just a few minutes, are going to benefit from me being a paid, horny slut! When I drove into mother's driveway, I saw her car but Lori's was nowhere around. I parked behind mother's car, leaving the spot on the side of mother's car open for Lori when she returned. I let myself into mother's home with a key I had never entirely given back to mother when I moved out. Lori also has a key, in fact, she hasn't moved out of mother's house. Mother was standing at the sink, washing dishes, the same spot Lori and I made our first, some would say rather debauched, move on mother. "Where's Lori? I asked as I laid my purse on the kitchen table. "An old flame, it turns out, is in town. Don't remember her name. Remember the woman whose grandparents moved from the Czech Republic, well, when they lived there it was called Czechoslovakia." "Karolina's in town?" Mother turned and nodded her head while drying her hands with a washcloth. "The company she works for flew her out here for an urgent meeting with one of their clients. She called Lori not long after you left." Mother giggled and shook her head. "Lori was out of the office not an hour after you. She went to meet Karolina at The Hilton." I began laughing hysterically. "That's where I was!" Mother inclined her head. "Lori told me you were going meet Tressa. So that's where you two hooked up!" Still laughing, I nodded my head. Mother started laughing and said, "My two precious girl's, getting pussy at the The Hilton at the same time! Why does that not surprise me?" When our laughter finally died down, I walked over to mother. Wrapping my arms around her, I said, "In a way, I'm glad Lori's not here. Now I have you all to myself." "Do you, now?" mother asked playfully. I bit her lips gently and said, "It's been awhile since we've been alone, Mother." "At least two weeks," mother said throatily. Our mouth's met in a crushing kiss as mother pulled my body tightly against her's. While our tongues danced sloppily together, I reached for the front of mother's blouse, unfastening each button as quickly as I could. Breaking our kiss, I removed her blouse, tossing it to the floor, her bra soon followed. I began to lick and suck mother's chest and then her breast, finally sucking a nipple into my mouth. Over the years, mother's breasts have become a bit saggy, much to her irritation, but to me they are just as sexy as the day we began our incestuous love affair. "Oooh, baby," mother whispered out as she threw her head back while I nibbled and sucked her beautiful nipples. I slid my hand into her slacks and into her panty to find one of my favorite treats, mother's warm and wet pussy. I slipped a finger into mother with ease. Crooking my finger upwards, I found her G-spot immediately. After all these years, we know each other's bodies so well! As I lazily strummed my finger over her spot, I slurped her other nipple into my mouth. And then I began a feeding frenzy on it. Mother screamed out with such a passion, I instinctively began to finger fuck her harder and faster. Mother came so hard, she squirted her juices onto my hand. It was then, mother pulled my hand from her panty. "Get your ass in the bedroom now, young lady!" mother ordered with some authority. She took my hand, leading me hurriedly down the hallway to her bedroom, a bedroom that has seen untold intemperate sex sessions with the three of us in any number of combinations, not to mention some of the really hot girlfriends she brings over. Which sadly, doesn't include Lori or me! In the bedroom, we hurriedly undressed, looking at each other's bodies with growing lust. Once naked, mother pushed me onto the bed. She was on top of me before I knew what happened. Her mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking and licking at it voraciously. My pussy was starting to cream as mother had her way with my body. With lust building I said, "You love sucking your daughter's nipples don't you, Mother? Such a filthy mother you are!" Mother moaned deeply into my breast, continuing her assault. Mother was in top form tonight. With the attention she was paying only to my breasts, I could have come just from that. But I knew mother had no intention of indecently fondling just my breasts. She did, after all, have my whole body at her disposal. Her hand slid down to my pussy and deftly slid three fingers into my soaking pussy. The back of my head slammed onto the pillow, my eyes snapping shut. I asked dreamily, "What kind of a mother finger fucks her daughter?" Mother lifted her mouth from my breast with a pop. "A slutty mother, that has an equally slutty daughter that will let her!" was mother's soft, sensible reply. In an instant, mother's mouth was firmly latched onto my nipple again. Mother slid a fourth finger into my pussy and apparently being she was more than halfway there, mother decided that what her daughter needed in place of a finger fuck, was a really good fisting instead. And she also came to the conclusion, that she would not put her hand into my pussy in stages. Gradually stuffing her hand into my pussy, would have been the considerate, the refined thing to do. Instead, she slid her hand into me in one slow and long thrust, my already creamy pussy providing the adequate lubrication. With her hand in my pussy just beyond her wrist, mother began to work her magic and in short order, I was screaming at the top of my lungs from an orgasm that was doing double duty on my body. Mother was speaking, but my screams made it impossible to make out exactly what she was saying. When I came down from this other worldly orgasm, mother placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. Looking into my eyes she said tenderly, "My little, angel." I ask you, do you know of any mother who would fist their daughter to an orgasm? And then call them their angel! Such is mother's love for me and for Lori. Mother was lying on top of me with my legs wrapped around her lower back locked at the ankles, our breasts pressed together when I cupped the sides of mother's face in the palms of my hands. With my heart filling with emotion, I looked into her eyes deeply, almost reverently and said just above a whisper, "I love you, Mother." Mother smiled back at me warmly. "I love you, angel." Not unlike a little girl, I said in a small, apologetic voice, "I'm sorry I was late." Mother kissed the tip of my nose, tenderly. "You're here now, love. That's all that matters and all I will ever care about." Feeling safe and protected, I wrapped my arms lovingly around her, knowing we would be asleep in minutes. When I woke, I felt disoriented. Clearly, I had slept deeply. When I looked at the clock, it was half past ten. I turned to see mother, sleeping. I shifted on my side facing her, simply to watch her. A street light outside dimly lit the bedroom, casting a near moonlight reflection on mother's face. My God, how beautiful, how calm, how peaceful she looked. Countless times in the past, I awake during the night and watch mother and Lori as they sleep, my heart filling with love for them more and more each time. I leaned and placed a gentle kiss on mother's forehead. Mother stirred a little, then looked into my eyes and smiled. Her smile always warms my heart, and tonight was no exception. After a few long moments, her expression turned to one of desire. "In the drawer, the blue strap-on," mother said in a soft, yet tense whisper. When mother asks for the blue strap-on, it means only one thing. It is used on mother, and on Lori and on myself, for one purpose and one purpose only, the violation of our back door. Getting out of bed, I walked to the dresser. I removed the strap-on from the drawer, marveling at the size of the phallus. My love for mother was now turning to pure, raw lust at the thought of sodomizing my own mother. At the foot of the bed, as I strapped it to me, I said softly, "You do know, Mother, that if I use this on you tonight, I will be brutal." Mother looked at me and said, "You always are, honey." Mother then shifted from her back and got on all fours. That movement was all the confirmation I needed of mother's complete submittal to the anal pounding she knew she was about to receive. I lifted one knee on the bed, then the other. Placing myself behind mother, I ran both hands up and down her smooth and soft back. Bending downward, I licked mother's butt cheeks. I heard her let out a soft moan when my wet and warm tongue met her skin. Spreading her butt cheeks, I found her hole. It almost seemed to be screaming out for me to abuse it to no end. I intended to do just that! I ran my tongue over her butthole, licking and slurping, trying to coat it with as much of my saliva as I could. When I was satisfied I had enough lubrication there, I spat on it twice, for good measure. I placed my fingertips between mother's shoulder blades, pushing her down gently until the side of her face was on the mattress, her ass raised brazenly in the air. I began my assault on mother's rectum gently, at first. Mother moaned approvingly with each short thrust. Placing my hands on either side of her hips, I pulled mother back to me with each thrust. Soon, I developed a rhythm with harder and faster thrusts each time I pulled mother back to me. With mother beginning to groan and pant forcefully, I began an unholy assault on her butthole. Mother's ass was jiggling from the force of my thrusts. And what a wonderful sight that was to behold. The clapping of our bodies together was sending us both to sexual bliss. The phallus had, to my delight, an extension on the users end for clitoral stimulation. And was it ever doing it's job! Mother began to scream, and I held true to my word. I was brutalizing her and I was loving every second of it. When I began to spank her ass, mother's body began to tremble, a telltale sign her orgasm was approaching. After a few more thrusts, which was now requiring effort on my part, mother screamed over and over again as her orgasm ripped through her. Between screams, I could clearly hear mother sob. After mother came down from her orgasm, she fell forward onto her stomach, with my sweaty body falling on top of her. I ran my tongue along mother's shoulder blade, tasting the salty tang of her sweat. I lie there on top of mother, both of us gasping for air, when I heard a familiar voice. "My God, watching you two bitches fuck, is the hottest thing!" I heard Lori call from the doorway. I must say, it did startle me a bit, but upon realizing Lori had been watching us, excited me to no end. She entered the bedroom slowly removing her clothes as she walked to us. I wearily met her at the edge of the bed, on my knees, as she finished undressing, the phallus of the strap-on standing proud and erect. Lori squatted down and ran her nose along the phallus, inhaling deeply the smell of our mother's ass. Looking up at me with that wonderful seductive look, Lori took the phallus into her mouth, tasting mother's ass as she moaned with approval. After no more than a minute, Lori stood and planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth. Now it was the both of us enjoying the taste of our mother's most private hole. Lori broke the kiss and said, "That is one delicious tasting ass. Now get out of that strap-on!" I obeyed Lori's command. Lori wasted little time getting into the strap-on, then got into bed and pulled mother onto all fours. She smacked mother's ass, the crack of the slap echoing in the room. Mother yelped as Lori slapped her ass four more times. Lori put the phallus to the entrance of mother's butthole. Grabbing a fistful of mother's hair, she jerked mother's head back. Leaning forward she hissed into mother's ear, "You're not done yet, Mother. You still have a long way to go. Or did you forget you have a second daughter?" Mother whimpered, "Oh, God." Lying on my side next to them, I stuffed my middle finger into my pussy and began to finger fuck myself. I sucked my nipples while I watched Lori slam into mother's butthole even harder than I had. While mother's screams reverberated through the room, I'm not quite sure if her screams were from pain or pleasure, Lori, the multitasker that she always is, looked at me with that trademark lustful look and said hoarsely, "Get that finger out of your filthy pussy and get some rest. When I'm done fucking her ass, your's is next." Ten minutes later, Lori left mother whimpering in a near fetal position on the bed, her body a withering heap. Not wanting to inconvenience herself by getting out of bed to sterilize the phallus, Lori, instead, flipped me on all fours. She grabbed two handfuls of my hair and tugged my head back. Holding my head solidly in that position she began to torment my butthole, for fifteen majestic minutes, as equally as she had mother's! I'll give Lori her due! The girl's got stamina! After Lori had her way with me, I was in nearly the same position on the bed mother was in after Lori finished with her. I lie there panting for air, Lori with a look of accomplishment on her face. Mother turned over and kissed the back of my neck, then spooned with her oldest daughter. Lori bent down and kissed my cheek softly. "How sweet you two look," she said tenderly. She tucked my hair behind my ear, then got out of bed and went take a shower. I cursed myself inwardly, but only for a moment, for teaching Lori the intricacies of anal sex all those years ago. Tonight, I grudgingly admitted to myself that when it came to anal sex, Lori had replaced me as the teacher. Indeed, in my eyes, she was nothing short of a Nobel laureate! In a quivering voice, mother said, "That's it, Jen, slide your tongue into your mother's wet pussy." It was just after seven o'clock the next morning. Mother's pussy was sitting firmly on my mouth, while Lori's was tenderly eating out my pussy. I woke up to the wondrous sight of Lori and mother swapping tongues. I, of course, watched as my two lovers kiss in the way that only they can. Soon, we were all three at it. Eventually we were in our current position. I began to knead mother's butt cheeks as I tongue fucked mother to an orgasm. Her thick cream squirted onto my face, followed by mother leaning down and licking her juices from my face. When my phone chimed, mother slid off of me. I picked up the phone, to see a text from Traci that read: 'Would it be okay if I go over later this morning?" While Lori continued munching on my pussy, mother joined her. I put the phone on the bed, reached out and placed a hand on each of their head. Between licking and sucking my pussy, they traded sloppy kisses. The orgasm they leashed upon me, treated me in a most undainty fashion. What a sight it is to see me cream on Lori and mother's face at the same time! To then see them share my cream in sloppy kisses is a mind scream! I picked up my phone from the bed after I composed myself. I had a house showing later that morning, so I texted Traci explaining this, but asked her if she would be able to get together with me later around one o'clock that afternoon. The response was a simple thumbs up emoji. I started thinking about Traci as mother crawled up to me while the side of Lori's face rested on my pubic mound. I turned the phone display for mother to see. After reading our exchange, mother looked at me and smiled. "What are you going to do about her?" There was no doubt I was beginning to have feelings for Traci. I just wasn't sure how a commitment with someone, especially a girl of only fourteen years of age would work out. I suppose what happened next, some would write off to fate. The love I have for mother and Lori, burns in my heart like two eternal flames. It was then I felt a small ember in my heart, ignite into a small flame for Traci. Tears began to run down the front of my cheek. Mother studied my eyes for a few long moments then asked, "Are those for, Traci?" With my body beginning to feel lust and passion building within, I nodded my head. Mother moved her lips to within an inch of my breast, looked into my eyes and said softly, "I told you, you were going to have a major wake up call with that girl." Mother began to greedily lick, suck and slurp my nipple. A few moments later, Lori, with her face still glistening with my juices, joined mother in depravedly gorging on the same nipple. Three hours later, I was at the house showing. I knew the couple, so I attended the showing alone. I sold the couple a house not long after I started working for mother, and yes, the wife and I had a short lived fling. No surprise there! The lady, Carolyn, seemed to show no interest in me sexually, no flirtatious glances, no discreet light caresses. Normally, that would have stung my ego, but today it didn't phase me in the least. What she and I had in the past, was just that, in the past. As adults, we both moved on, and harbored no ill will toward each other. During the house showing, she and I spoke in an easy, friendly manner. I wish all my breakups had ended as cordially as our's had. At the end of the showing, they told me they really liked the house and would make their decision no later than the next morning. After they drove away, and I secured the key lockbox to the door, I pulled my phone out of my purse and sent Traci this text: "I'm done with the showing. You up for lunch?" Traci's response was immediate, a smiley emoji with teeth bared. The next text I received from her brought a smile to my face. 'Can you pick me up at my house?' My response to my little minx was this: 'I'd be happy to. See you at one o'clock, love.' I have called women I've been intimate with, 'love' before, but as I looked at the sent text, the word seemed to have an added emphasis. I really and truly hope I don't fuck this up! It was just before noon when I walked into mother's office, which was uncharacteristically quiet. Barbara was not at her desk, nor was Lori in her office. I looked into mother's office to see her at her desk, her eyes glued to her computer monitor. She looked up as I walked into her office. Turning away from the monitor, she rubbed her eyes and asked, "How'd the showing go?" "I think it went well. They'll decide by the morning, but I think we'll be taking our for sale sign down tomorrow morning." One thing I've learned in this business, is never get ahead of yourself where a sale is concerned, but in this instance I had a strong feeling the house was sold. It was just a matter of getting the buyer and the seller together on a price. "Where is everybody?" I asked. "Lori had an showing come up at the last minute. Barbara went with her. I'm holding down the fort." When mother finished explaining the home was in the next town over and they wouldn't be back until at least one o'clock, a throb shot through my pussy. "Jen, I see that look on your face," mother said observantly. "And no, we are not jumping each other's bones here in the office. We already had a talk about that." I stood and walked out of mother's office. At Barbara's desk, I opened a drawer and removed a sign we had printed that read, 'Be back at one o'clock,' in case anyone came to the office during the lunch break and we were unable to be there. I hung it on the door, making sure to lock it before I walked back to mother's office. Mother was walking from around her desk when I stepped into her office. I closed the door softly and locked it. "Jen, no, we are not doing that here. I don't know what possessed you to do that here in the first place." "Do what, here, Mother?" I asked teasingly as I walked over to the window and closed the blinds. Mother was uneasy, that much I could tell, but the throb in my pussy was growing and I needed release. I walked slowly, seductively to mother. Removing my blouse and bra I said softly, sultrily, "So then, Mother," I took her lips between my teeth and nibbled them gently, "Tell me what you would do about this," I said as I reached for the top button of her blouse. As I unfastened it I said, "You're sitting in your chair at your desk, that very chair right behind you, when Lori walks in." I kissed the tip of her nose, then reached for the second button and unfastened it. "She walks seductively to you while stripping off her clothes, slowly." I kissed the side of mother's neck softly, then unfastened the third button while mother stared at me with the look of lust growing on her face. "She straddles you on your chair, takes her hand to the side of her breast," I unfastened the fourth button and the final one quickly, looked into mother's eyes and said, "And then she does this." I put one hand to the side of my breast, placed the other hand on the back of mother's head and gently guided her face to my breast. Mother was not about to fight me. She engulfed my nipple with her mouth, sucking my nipple passionately while her groans and moans filled her office. I hissed into mother's ear, "You wanted to know what possessed me to have sex here. That's how it happened, Mother. I knew you couldn't resist anymore than I could!" We were in mother's private bathroom in her office after a quick, and I must confess rather steamy sex session. I gave mother two back to back orgasms while, through fatigue, she could only give me one. After we dressed, she was brushing her hair lazily while I cuddled her from behind. I love the feel of mother's warm and soft body next to mine. She turned around, wrapped her arms around me and held me close. "I've made an executive decision," she said as she kissed my forehead. "We can have sex here, provided we are very careful. That goes for you and Lori, as well."I gave mother a peck on the lips. "It is rather exciting having sex here, isn't it?" mother asked excitedly. I nodded my head with equal excitement, then walked out of her office to remove the sign I had placed on the front office door. Mother walked into the reception area to make a fresh pot of coffee. "Join me?" she asked. I glanced at the wall clock, it was nearly one o'clock. "Can't. Traci and I have a luncheon together." Mother lifted her brow. "Getting together pretty often with her, I see." I asked nervously, "Mother, if Traci and I, you know, started a serious relationship, what would you, ummm, think of that?" Mother's face softened. She walked over to me, placing her hand gently on my shoulder. "You know, honey, those are words I never expected to hear come out of your mouth. And I don't mean with, Traci, I mean with anyone." "I don't know what to do, Mother," I said softly, suddenly feeling small. "The first thing you will do, Jen, if you are serious about this, is be careful, and I mean really, really careful. She's fourteen years old. A world of pain will come your way if the police find out about the two of you. Jail time is not for the faint of heart, honey." "I know, but I'm not sure I can walk away from her." Mother looked at me with a smile. "Then it seems your mind is made up." Mother looked at the wall clock. "It's almost one. You better go. It's extremely bad form to keep a date waiting." I nodded my head, and walked out of the office realizing mother had just given me her subtle, although reserved, approval to start a relationship with Traci. On the drive to Traci's house, thoughts raced through my head. Was I making the right decision? In my heart of hearts, I figured one of two things could happen. Either this would blow up in my face spectacularly, a very real possibility, or Traci and I could, over time make this work. Mother pointed out the obvious, we would have to be extremely careful. But when I consider breaking off from Traci, the dull ache in my heart begins to feel as though it will split my heart into pieces. If we could make it through four years and her eighteenth birthday, she would be of legal age. And then, I could give the middle finger to the police. But could we pull it off without anyone in law enforcement being any the wiser for those four years? I wonder if prisons have private cells. Oh, bother! I looked into Traci's eyes as she got into my car, a smile on her face from ear to ear. "Did you finish all your school lessons, sweetie," I asked. Tracie rolled her eyes. "Yes, mommie, they were a pain in the ass, but I finished them." Tracie often calls me 'mommie,' while we're having sex, but this was the first time she used it outside of my house. A tingle shot through my pussy. "What would you like for lunch?"I asked as I backed out of the driveway. "Fried chicken!" Tracie yelled out with glee. We drove to a nearby mall that had a store in the food court that served juicy delectable pieces of fried chicken. Tracie and I gorged ourselves on the chicken while sitting at a table in the mall. "Did you sell the house, this morning," she asked through bites. I shook my head. "Not yet. They'll call me probably in the morning to let me know. Is there anything else you'd like, honey?" Tracie shook her head and continued her assault on her meal. A few minutes later, with her plate empty, she sat back in the chair. "Finished?" I asked as I took my last bite. She nodded her head. We emptied our trash into the wooden disposal bins provided and began our walk down the mall. Tracie spotted a clothing store, and from the look of her face, I could see she wanted to go in. I took her by her tiny hand and guided her to the store. For those that may not remember, although Traci is fourteen years old, her body is the size of an eleven year old. We walked down aisle after aisle, when Tracie spotted a cute little blouse hanging on an end display. She looked at the blouse, totally enamored with it. "You really like it, don't you?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She shook her head excitedly. "It's so pretty" she said almost in awe. "Is that one your size?" I asked. Tracie reached for the tag and after studying it for a moment, nodded her head. I crisply removed the shirt from the display and walked away. When I had taken a few steps and noticed Tracie wasn't at my side, I stopped and turned. She was standing at the same spot I left her, clearly surprised I was buying her the blouse. We exchanged glances, then I looked around to be sure no one was around us. "Come along, my little minx, I have to pay for this." After Tracie came over to me, we walked to the cashier, who made lovely comments to us about the blouse as she scanned the barcode. Traci, I noticed, had a look on her face, a conniving look that told me she was up to something. "Thank you for buying me the blouse, Auntie." she said softly, followed by a giggle. For a split second, I had a flashback to a missed opportunity at this very mall while working at the lingerie store. I was only eighteen years of age, when a very cute girl, only a year older than Traci at the time, along with an older woman, walked into the store shortly before closing. After some flirtatious advances by the young girl, I found out the older woman was her aunt. Long story short, I was invited for a night of sex with the both of them. After explaining that I had plans which couldn't be broken, the aunt walked off in a huff with her niece trailing behind. And I was so looking forward to eating out their, I had no doubt, sweet tasting and delectable pussies! After I quickly came back to the present, I nearly burst out laughing, but held as straight a face as I could. The cashier, a slightly older woman, looked at Traci and said. "It was very kind of your, Auntie, to buy this for you." Looking directly at me, Traci said in all seriousness, "Yeah, she's the best!" The cashier looked at me and said, "Such a pretty niece, you have." I looked down at my little Jezebel, and without glancing at the cashier I said, "Isn't she a little, darling?" I took Traci's hand as we walked out of the store and into the mall. Hand in hand, we stopped a couple of times to window shop as we strolled lazily through the mall. As we stepped outside into the bright sunshine, Traci came to a complete stop, staring at me with an almost pleading expression. "Can we go home now and fuck?" she asked softly. Did that ever get my attention! Not the 'fuck' part, but rather the 'home' part. Before I met Traci, this is where I would have run for the proverbial hills. Had this been asked by any of my past lovers, besides Lori and mother, of course, I would have been scared half out of my mind, and dropped them on the spot. Instead, my pussy began to cream. I looked at her and said softly, "Yes, we can." I placed my hand under her chin and while looking at her beautiful little face I said, "You had better buckle up for this one, honey. It's going to be a wild ride. After I'm done with you, don't ever doubt you're not a woman." My little strumpet smiled at me sweetly and took my hand in hers as we resumed the walk to my car. Damn! We need to get home! Like, right now!