Date: Fri, 19 May 2017 17:27:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Misty Meadow Subject: God Bless Mum God Bless Mum by Misty Meadow My mum wants me to be a lesbian when I grow up. She says she won't really mind if I fall in love with a man and get married and have kids and all that shit, but she says girls are so much more fun and they can't get you pregnant. She believes we don't get to choose our sexual orientation, but however I turn out, be it gay, straight or bi, I'm gonna like it. Meanwhile, she advises, while I'm waiting for puberty, I might as well have fun with girls. All this goes back to when I was seven or eight years old and one hot afternoon, when I was lying naked on my bed, trying to get cool under the ceiling fan, Mum came in without knocking. I was face down and I had Pooh Bear between my thighs. I'd recently discovered that if I rubbed myself on him, especially the firm button of his nose, it made my cootchie tingle in an amazing way. I didn't associate it with sex, in fact I knew nothing about sex at all. It was just a nice thing to do, especially in bed just before I went to sleep. So there I was, humping away on my teddybear, so lost in the lovely feelings that spread through my tummy, that I didn't hear her come in. It was only when I felt her sit down on the bed that I realised that she was there. I rolled on to my back and stuffed Pooh under the pillow, but it was too late. She'd obviously seen what I was doing. I felt so ashamed and I put both my hands in front of my cootchie and started to cry. But why was she smiling? "It's okay, Misty," she said, her voice gentle. "It's perfectly fine. I'm not mad at you or anything. Does Pooh Bear make you feel good? I had stuffed toys when I was your age and I used them all the time to rub myself and it was marvelous!" I stopped crying and looked at her with amazement. "Really?" "I still do. Most girls do. I'm glad you've started so young. It feels nice, doesn't it? It gets better and better as you get older." She took my wrists and lifted my hands away from my cootchie, gazing at it with a funny look on her face. "It's so beautiful," she whispered. "My cootchie? It's just a cootchie. Don't all girls have them?" "Yes, and they're all beautiful. Even mine's beautiful, at least my girl friends say it is." My mum has never made a secret of her lesbianism. For as long as I can remember, she's talked about it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, that there's no reason why girls shouldn't prefer girls, or guys prefer guys for that matter. I had friends in school who had two mums and one boy who had two dads. "Show me," I demanded, boldly. She stood, lifted her dress, slid her knickers down and stepped out of them. I stared at her crotch. Although, like me, she had no pubic hair (she always shaved it off), it was different from mine. Instead of just a slit, she had big lips, running from top to bottom, and a kind of little arch at the top guarding a bump. She pulled the lips apart with her fingers and I could see that her cootchie was a deep rose pink inside, and the folds of her flesh were glistening with moisture. She put her first and second fingers either side of the bump and slowly rubbed up and down. Her face became flushed. "Mmmm, this is nice," she murmured. "I'll teach you how to make yourself feel good, but you shouldn't ever do it in public. It's a private thing. We can do it together, if you like, or you can do it with another girl, as long as she wants to do it too, and you don't tell anyone else about it." "How will I know if another girl wants to do it?" "You can play pretend games, like husband and wife, or boy and girl. Get her on her own and try kissing her. If she likes kissing you, then you can ask her to let you touch her cootchie. She'll probably say 'yes'. She might even want to touch yours." "Mum, can I touch your cootchie?" "I call it my cunt." "That's a bad word." "Yes, it is, but you and I, we can be naughty together, as long as no one else finds out. Go ahead, touch it." And so began my first lesson on how to masturbate. She had me put my finger deep inside her, then two and three fingers, then showed me how to rub her clit. She kept saying that it felt awesome and that I was making her love me more than ever before and then she sat on the bed beside me, pushed my legs apart and tickled my slit with her fingertips. "D'you like that. Misty?" It felt much better than Pooh Bear, by a long way. My whole tummy tingled in a way that I'd never felt before. I lifted my legs up until my knees were beside my ears, to give her access and she pushed her finger into me, just to the first knuckle. "We have to be careful not to break anything," she said. Only years later did I read about hymens, by which time mine had succumbed to the handle of my hair brush. Then she leaned down and planted a kiss on my cootchie, or my cunt as I was now going to call it. "Just a little kiss to tell you that I love you so much," she murmured. I smiled. She bent down and retrieved her knickers, bunched them and held them to her face, inhaling deeply. It was later that I learned that a lot of girls sniff their knickers and, would you believe, the knickers of other girls. "I'm not gonna put these on," she said. "I wanna spend the rest of the day without any knickers, just for the hell of it." I laughed. Mum without knickers? That was priceless! She left and I began touching myself in the way that she'd taught me, but my fingers didn't feel half as good as hers. Still, it was nice to know that she didn't mind me humping Pooh Bear. * * * I should tell you about Mum. You're probably picturing a typical mother, in her forties or fifties, a bit overweight with everything starting to droop, wearing an out of fashion dress that's too long and looks frumpy, with a bad hair-do and no make up, except for a slash of too-bright lipstick carelessly applied; or you might be thinking that as she was gay, she looked manish, her hair deliberately trimmed short, always dressed in jeans and perhaps a singlet, Doc Martens on her fee and no make up at all; but no, my mum wasn't like that. She was quite petite, still in her twenties with a lovely figure and no stretch marks. Her face was, well, just beautiful, and her hair was long and dark, tied back in a pony tail. Her favourite outfit was the classic "little black dress" that came down to just above the knee, with short sleeves, and a scoop neck that didn't reveal any cleavage, a very classy look. Heels gave her some much needed height but she said that anything more than three inches made her look like a stripper. I had to laugh. Her tits were far too small for a stripper. In the summer months she liked to wear sun dresses, leaving her shoulders bare. They were all loose, made of flimsy cotton or some other light material and were dangerously short. If she bent down, from the behind I could see the edge of her knickers. Windy day were filled with exciting peril. She had me when she was still living at home with Gran, at the age of eighteen. * * * One day, when I was nine years old, I came home from school and Mum was out shopping, I went into her room and started looking through the drawers of her dresser. I was fascinated by her knickers which, unlike my plain white cotton ones, were quite exotic to my young eyes. There were a few cotton pairs, yes, but most of them were made of silk, or maybe they were just nylon, or some other wispy man-made material that was completely see-through. She had lacey boy-shorts and tap pants with loose legs that looked like jogging shorts with lace panels on the sides. I pictured Mum jogging through the village in them, as the shoppers looked on in admiration and I felt a warm glow of excitement in my tummy. I undressed and tried some of them on, but they were all far too big for me, hanging forlornly off my narrow hips. The same thing with her teddies and slips and thigh high stockings: all far too big. I didn't even bother trying her bras on, not even the skimpy lacey ones. On my flat chest they would've looked ridiculous. Then at the bottom of the drawer I found a vibrator. I knew what it was. I'd seen pictures of them on the internet when I searched Mum's browsing history. (She didn't delete it often enough and I got to see pictures of naked ladies kissing and caressing each other, even kissing each other's cootchies like Mum kissed mine every night.) I turned it on and it buzzed. I knew what to do and I lay down at the bottom of the bed, my bum on the edge, my feet on the floor, my legs spread nice and wide and touched its tip to my treasure. I was like a soft, continuous electric shock. My whole tummy came alight with the delicious trembling feeling and I knew immediately that I wanted one of these for myself. Better than Pooh Bear, even better than my fingers, I'd never been this excited before. Then the door opened. I'd been so carried away that I hadn't heard Mum come in. Uh-oh, was I in trouble? Years ago she'd told me never to go into her drawers, because they were private and until now I never had, but here I was, lying naked on her bed with her vibrator between my legs, her intimate apparel scattered all over the bed, caught red handed. She was laughing. "Oh, Misty, you darling little sex fiend!" She dropped to her knees between my feet. "So you found my vibrator, huh? It looks to me like you're enjoying it. Be careful, don't push it inside yourself, just use the tip like you are now. You can try it on your nipples, too, but maybe they'll have to grow a little first." "I'm sorry Mum. I know I shouldn't look through your drawers, but I wanted to look at your knickers and stuff. Mine are so boring." "If you want to look at my knickers, all you have to do is lift my dress, like this." Still kneeling, she bunched her sun dress up round her waist, revealing a pair of full cut nylon briefs, made of pale blue translucent nylon. They didn't have a cotton liner in the crotch and I could see her cunt lips. She looked seductive. "I'd let you borrow some of my knickers, but they're all far to big for you. Why are you so interested in them?" "Today Mandy Wilson showed off her thong to the whole class, just before the teacher came in. From the front it looked okay but from the back it was weird and I didn't like it 'cos it looked so uncomforable, but the fact that she was showing herself off to everyone like that was kinda exciting. I daren't show my knickers to anyone, they're so boring." They were ordinary white cotton, bought at Marks & Spencer's, three to a pack, but if I'd had knickers that were sexy enough, like Mum's for example, showing them off to everyone would've been awesome. "Your knickers are delicious, my love," she said, "especially when you're inside them. Don't be discouraged, schoolgirl knickers can look quite sexy on the right girl, like you, and in the right circumstances. I think you should show your knickers to the whole class. Tell you what, we could go shopping next time we're in London and buy you some sexy things." "Could we go to Harrod's" One time we'd gone there and I'd seen mannequins in the lingerie department wearing very erotic undies. "Maybe somewhere a litte less expensive, Selfridges, maybe. There's lots of shops in Oxford St. and Bond St. that sell naughty underwear." I was still lying on my back, my hands behind my head to hold it up, so I could look at her as she knelt, gazing at my treasure. She took the vibrator and touched its tip to the top of my cunt, the place where all the good feelings come from, and moved it back and forth. Having her do it was much better than doing it myself. Then she leaned in and kissed my cunt, but not like she occasionally did at night when she tucked me in, no, this was more intimate. Her lips pressed against me, lingering for a few seconds and then she gave me a great big lick, from the bottom right up to the good place at the top, then back down and up again. I shivered with delight. "That was a naughty kiss, Mum." "I know, but you liked it, didn't you?" "It was even better than the vibrator. Can I kiss your cunt like that?" Her eyes went big and a look of pure adoration crossed her face. She lifted her dress over her head and threw it aside so now all she had on were the briefs. She got to her feet, took them off and sat down beside me, putting an arm round my shoulder. "Oh, my darling Misty, do you really want to, or are you just being polite?" I laughed. The idea of being polite by licking her cunt was funny. "No, Mum I really want to." "I've been thinking about this for years, picturing the moment when my darling daughter might press her sweet lips to my hungry cunt and send me to heaven. Go ahead, darling, do whatever you want, anything at all." I got to my knees between her thighs and leaned in, inhaling the strong aroma of sex that should have been off-putting but was somehow exciting. It was like when I sniffed my finger after masturbating in bed at night, but ten times stronger. I looked closely at her big floppy lips and her clit, bright pink and moist. I pressed my lips to hers and pushed my tongue as far as I could stretch it into her vulva. I brought my tongue back into my mouth to savour her taste then I gave her the same big lick from bottom to top, several times. I felt her fingers digging into my scalp as she pulled me into herself. It was lovely, being buried between her legs, knowing that I was arousing her like she'd aroused me, but more so. She moaned with pleasure. I lifted my eyes and gazed at her lovely face, now contorted with what look like pain but I knew was ecstasy. I went back to licking her, concentrating on her swollen clit, flicking it with my tongue. "Oh, yes! Fuck, that's driving me crazy! Oh, Misty, you're gonna make me cum." I put my middle finger deep inside her and curled it. I'd read about the G spot on the internet and it seems I found it because her hips thrust upwards and she let out a loud groan. Her thighs clamped on my head and she held me there for what seemed like half a minute, then she relaxed with a big whoosh of breath. I lifted my head and gazed at her flushed face. Her chest was bright red, her nipples sticking up invitingly. Between deep breaths, she said, "You made me cum, my darling. It was awesome!" I felt a sense of power, realising that I could produce such intense feeling in someone else and that her orgasm was entirely due to me. "My dream seems to be coming true; you're turning out to be a lovely little lesbian, just like I was at your age." I felt a glow of pride. "I'm gonna have to teach you how lesbians please their partners. There are lots more things you can do with a girl." "Like what?" I ask, getting up on to the bed and lying with my head on the pillow. "One step at a time, Misty. Let's not run before we can walk." * * * When I was ten, I fell in love. It happened in the school playground during lunch break and I was sitting on a swing, one of a set of four, not swinging, just idly twisting round and round, then letting the chains unwind to spin me back the other way. Two swings over was a girl from the class above me who wasn't swinging either. I knew her name but I'd never really spoken to her. She was very pretty, even prettier than I was and everyone said I was adorable so she must have been - what? - stunning, I suppose. She stood on the seat, reached up as high as she could, gripped the chains, then swung her body upside down, hooked her knees over the top bar and let go with her hands. The inevitable result was that her dress fell to her armpits, revealing her knickers which were just like mine, plain white cotton, her belly button and even her nipples. She hung there for several seconds, then grasped the chains again, unhooked her knees and came back upright. She looked across at me and grinned. "Awesome!" I said. "You try it, go on." "But everyone will see my knickers," I protested, faking shyness, but secretly I relished the opportunity to show them off. Alas, all the other kids were occupied doing their own things and no one was paying us any attention She laughed. "Do you care? I don't care. If anyone wants to look at my knickers, it's fine with me." I stood up on the seat to emulate her gymnastics. I tried swinging my legs up but it wouldn't work. They just fell down again. After I'd tried three times she abandoned her swing and came to help me. As I swung up she grabbed my ankles and lifted them, pushing them up between my arms so that all I had to do was straighten my body and hook my legs over. In doing this, her face was right in my bum. We did this three or four times before I suddenly got the knack and could do it on my own. I hung there, knowing that anyone who wanted to could see my knickers and chest fully exposed, and a little sexual thrill ran through me. This was a way of showing off in an apparently "innocent" way and no one could tell me off for not being "ladylike". After all, I was just a kid playing on the swings. I came back upright and sat back down on the seat. "There you go, that wasn't so difficult, was it? What's your name?" "Misty. You're Robyn, aren't you?" "Right. Wanna do it again?. I'll help you." "I can manage thanks. This is fun." "But I wanna help." She grinned again. "I kinda liked sticking my face in your bum." I felt a sudden surge of warmth in my tummy. I stood and gripped the chains and she lifted my ankles again, slowly this time until I was inverted. I felt her face pressed into the crack of my bum and she wiggled her head from side to side and made a "Brrrrrr" noise. I hooked my legs over and let go, hanging there. She walked round to what was now my front and stood gazing at me, or to be specific, at my knickers, then bent slightly to bring her face level with mine. Even from my upsidedown perspective, she looked gorgeous. She took my face in her hands and kissed me on the lips. That was the moment when the sweet lightning gently struck me. I was instantly in love. It wasn't just a peck, it was a real kiss, lasting several seconds. My heart surged and I let go of the chains and tried to embrace her, but she'd stepped back. I hung there by my knees, letting her look at me. Then the school bell rang and all the kids started running back indoors. I swung back down and stood up. "You wanna be my friend?" she asked. "Sure," I said, trying to appear nonchalant, but my heart was racing. "You and me, we're alike. We like showing our knickers off, right?" "Yeah," I agreed, a huge grin on my face. "Meet me here tomorrow then. Come on, we'll be late for class." * * * The next evening I was lying along the length of the sofa with my head in Mum's lap as she watched TV. She had on a translucent silk blouse that buttoned at the front and was sheer enough for her nipples to show through. I gazed up at them. She hardly ever wore a bra and her tits never drooped. On a whim I started unbuttoning the blouse and spread it wide open. I was no stranger to her tits, but I'd never touched them before, so I was getting a bit excited. She looked down at me, her eyes full of love. "You can touch them," she said. I reached up with one hand and cupped her right breast. I could feel her nipple getting hard against my palm. "My sweet, lovely little girl, you make me feel so happy." I think she meant aroused. I ran my fingertips round the nipple, then took it between my forefinger and thumb and rotated it. She took a sharp intake of breath. "Pinch me, Misty! Pinch me hard! Harder, go on, hurt me, it's alright." I sqeezed and she gasped again. I knew instinctively what to do next. I lifted my head and took her nipple in my mouth. I was in an awkward position so Mum put her arms round my shoulders and held me up. I sucked on her like I must've done when I was a newborn. "Bite me, my darling! Bite me hard! Oh, yes, that's so good!" It was obvious to me that I must be hurting her, but her smile never left her face. She moved me to give me access to her other tit and I sucked and bit on it, just like the first. Her whole chest was bright red and her breathing was quick and shallow. The aroma of sex was coming off her like steam from hot soup and I inhaled it eagerly. Mum hummed and groaned, intensely aroused and then quite unexpectedly came, letting out a huge whoosh of air. I lay back down on her lap feeling very satisfied with myself. Making Mum cum was so easy. "That was beautiful," she said when she'd got her breath back. "Now you know how to make a girl cum without even touching her cunt. But don't hurt her like you hurt me." "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mum!" "It's fine. I loved it. I like a little pain now and again, but not all girls are like me." I tweaked my own tiny nipples, but didn't really feel anything. Hey, I was only ten! * * * Each lunchtime at school Robyn and I would do our hanging thing on the swing cross bar. Occasionally one or more kids would look at us briefly then run off and play with someone else, and the teacher who supervised the playground either didn't seem to notice us or was too embarrassed to confront us about our exhibitionism, so we just showed off to each other. We were establishing a strong bond and I told Mum about her. "Is she pretty?" Mum asked, "prettier than you? No that's impossible. Have you kissed her yet?" I told her that she'd kissed me. "Don't tell me you're falling in love," she said, grinning. "It's about time. You'll be eleven next month and at your age, I'd had crushes on two girls and a teacher. This is such good news. Why don't you invite her to sleep over? I'll sleep in your room and you can use my big bed. Oh, Misty, you're growing up and I'm so glad you've fallen for a girl and not a boy." She contacted Robyn's parents and set it up. * * * On the appointed day, when I arrived home from school with Robyn in tow, Mum "oohed" and "aahed", telling her how beautiful she was, almost as beautiful as her own daughter. I could tell from the way she looked at Robyn that she saw her, not just as my friend, but as someone who she might one day "molest" in that wonderful caring way she "molested" me. Alone in my bedroom with Robyn, I learned to my astonishment that I was the only girl she'd ever kissed. I'd have thought that a girl this beautiful would be beating off potential kissers with a stick. She'd never undressed in front of another girl, except in the changing room at school which was hardly like the displays we'd done for each other. She'd never touched a girl down there or been touched. Despite being a year younger, I was the experienced one and I'd have to teach her the joy that her cunt could give to her. Right away, she said that she needed to pee. I showed her the bathroom and stood on the landing. Mum was busy downstairs, cooking dinner. When Robyn came out of the bathroom, she still had her dress bunched up round her waist and her knickers stretched between her thighs. My heart seemed to skip a beat. She was looking at her hand. "Damn, a hangnail!" she muttered, apparently distracted from re-arranging her clothing. Was this just carelessness or was she deliberately showing off to me? I could see her cunt. It was beginning to develop, changing from a slit like mine, starting to grow lips like Mum's and I could just detect a tiny whisp of dark hair above it. "Don't pull your knickers up!" I demanded. "You look so sexy like that. Just keep holding your dress up so I can see your cunt." This was a much better word than the immature "cootchie". She looked up at me and grinned. "I might as well take it off, then." She lifted it over her head. Now she was naked except for her white cotton knickers stretched between her knees and white ankle socks and I could see that her boobs were just the slightest of swellings, her nipples larger than my own. "I'm gonna pee, too," I said, stepping into the bathroom, lifting my own dress and pulling my knickers down to my knees. I sat on the loo as she stood in the doorway, gazing at me. I relaxed, not really needing to pee but I managed about half a cupful. Then I pushed my knickers down to my ankles, spread my knees out as wide as they'd go and slid my bum forward to the edge of the seat. Leaning back, I must've looked quite lewd, but that was the whole idea. Her face lit up and now her grin spread from ear to ear. "Wow, Misty, this is ten times better than hanging upside down showing our knickers off to the kids at school. You look so sexy." Her gaze was riveted on me. I lifted my own dress over my head. "Wanna see my tits?" I asked, pulling my vest up high on my chest. "There's not much to see, though." "Maybe, but you still look good to me," she said. I dragged my vest over my head and shook my hair free, then closing my legs, pulled my knickers up to just above my knees and stood up. I took hold of her hand and lead her into my bedroom. We stood in front of the mirrored closet doors, side by side and look at the reflection. Two sexy preteen angels, with knickers at half mast, gazed back at us. "Look at us, Robyn. Aren't we fucking sexy? I think we look hotter than we would if we were just simply naked." "You're right. There's something about knickers pulled down that looks just . . ." She groped for a word. "Naughty?" I offered. "Yeah, naughty is right. I think we should spend the whole evening just dressed like this. What do you think?" "Cool! But what if your mum comes in?" "My mum? Didn't I tell you? She's a total lesbian. She'll absolutely love you, Robyn. Now, I wanna kiss you." I spun her round to face me and put my arms round her, As she embraced me, our lips met and I lit up with joy. My tongue gently probed and her lips parted to let me in. I wanted to push my thigh between hers, but our knickers were in the way. We fell sideways on to the bed, which broke our kiss. I propped myself up on one elbow and looked at her body, sexier than mine. I slid her knickers down and took them off and buried my face in them, inhaling deeply. "Oh, Misty, you dirty girl!" she said, laughing. "Don't you sniff your knickers?" I asked. She hesitated, then admitted that she did. "Sometimes, yes, when I'm in a naughty mood." "Are you in a naughty mood now?" She nodded her head. I pulled my own knickers off, bunched them up and pressed them on her face. I heard her take a deep breath in through her nose. I took the knickers away and leaned over her, admiring her lovely face, then I kissed her again. My heart was racing. When I came up for air, still propped up on one elbow, I began to run my hand all over her body, from shoulders to knees, just lightly brushing her with my fingertips, lingering round her nipples and then down over her chest and tummy. I skipped over her cunt and tickled her thighs, higher and higher. She obligingly spread her legs wide for me. My fingers arrived at her cunt, her sweet treasure that I'd wanted to touch from the moment I first saw her hanging upside down. I caressed her cunt lips for a few seconds, then gently probed with my middle finger. It went all the way in with no resistance. She must have used a hairbrush like me. I slid down the bed until my face was above her tummy, then took my finger out and replaced it with my tongue. She squirmed with pleasure. I knew what to do, repeating what my mum had done to me and vice versa, licking up and down, then taking her tiny clit between my lips and sucking hard. She gasped. "Oh, Misty, you're driving me crazy!" Her legs were now spread as wide as they'd go and her hips were thrusting up, her hands on the back of my head, pulling me into her. I lifted my head to look at her, to guage her reaction and our eyes locked. At that moment I knew she was in love with me too. There was a knock on the door. I sat up and Robyn abruptly closed her legs. "Can I come in?" Mum's voice called. "Yes!" I cried loudly. A look of horror crossed Robyn's face. "It's okay," I whispered to her, "my Mum's totally into girl sex." The door opened and Mum came in, dressed in a pair of silk tap pants and a matching camisole, almost perfectly see-through, with lacey trim round the legs and across the top. She looked hot! Robyn put one arm across her chest and covered her cunt with her other hand. Mum's face was alive with excitement. "Oh, my God! You two darlings must be having such a lovely time. Is Misty making you happy, Robyn? I hope so. I've spent a lot of time teaching her how to make girls happy." "But you're the first one, Robin," I assured her. "Apart from Mum, that is." She looked at me, aghast. "You mean you and your mum . . . ?" Mum smiled. "Someone had to teach her the joys of sex with a girl and who better than me, an attractive, experienced, dedicated lesbian?" "Mum, your're more than attractive, you're absolutely beautiful, and in those undies you look totally sexy. Are they new, by the way?" "I've been saving them for a special occasion, like tonight." "You planned to walk in on us?" I asked. "I knocked and you said, 'Come in'." I looked at Robyn. Her hand still covered her cunt so I lifted it off, saying, "It's a shame to hide such a lovely thing, isn't it, Mum?" "It's adorable. And your boobs are beginning to grow. Has Misty sucked on them yet? She loves to suck on mine." Robyn, quite understandably, seemed overwhelmed by my mum's seemingly total indifference to the fact that her daughter was engaged in lewd sexual acts with another girl, so I lay back down beside her and took her in my arms. "There's not need to be embarrassed, Robyn," I whispered in her ear. "Just like me, Mum thinks you're utterly sexy. She's beautiful, don't you think? Of course you do, my mum is the sexiest mum in the whole world and just look at those knickers! We can see her cunt quite clearly. She's just like me and you, showing it off at every opportunity." Mum stood there, basking in our attention, then slid one hand down the front of her knickers and began fingering herself. "Where's your phone, Misty?" she asked. "On the dresser." She picked it up and aimed it at us and I rolled away from Robyn on to my back and hooked one leg over hers. The phone's flash went off, and then again. Mum looked at the screen. "Oh, how delicious! Two naked little girls on my daughter's bed, showing off their cunts! But Robyn, you're not smiling." Robyn grinned and the flash went off again. "That's better. I can add this to my collection of pictures of Misty with nothing on." "You have a collection?" asked Robyn. I answer, "She has hundreds of pictures of me with nothing on, ever since I was a toddler. I love being photograhed in the nude and I bet you're gonna like it too. Wanna see them?" "Right now, dinner's ready, guys. Get dressed and come on down. You can carry on tasting each other afterwards." Mum left, leaving the door open. I grabbed a pair of knickers and put them on. "They're mine," said Robyn. "Then put mine on." I pulled them up tight and pressed the crotch into my cunt. Now, next time I sniffed them, they'd taste of both of us. Wearing her knickers felt nice and naughty, but intimate, too. She donned mine and we went downstairs to dinner. * * * After the meal, we sat in the living room on the couch, still wearing nothing but knickers, and looked at the pictures that Mum had taken of me over the last couple of years. In almost all of them, I was either in my undies or totally naked, on a beach, or in the garden. In several, I was in the tub or lying on my bed, with my cunt in view, not displayed provocatively, just visible in an innocent little girl kind of way, unselfconciously. They weren't child pornography, not quite. They fell under the category of family photos. In some of them, Mum was beside me, also naked. She looked like my big sister. "You should take some pictures of Robyn," I suggested. "Would you like that, Robyn?" Mum asked. "Absolutely!" she replied, firmly. "I've never been photographed in the nude before." "Then get your knickers off," said Mum. Robyn stood but before she could remove them I was there, kneeling and pulling them down her thighs. Mum's reaction was as fast as mine as she grabbed her phone and aimed it, catching the knickers at mid thigh and our faces laughing. With her knickers gone, Robyn sat on the coffee table and leaned back, propping herself up on her arms and spread her legs wide. It was a deliberately lewd display. "Oh, how delicious!" Mum cooed, firing of the camera several times. I hurriedly removed my own knickers and sat beside Robyn in a similar pose, letting Mum take several more shots of the two of us, smiling invitingly into the lens. It was thrilling to be showing off like this. Mum suggested several more poses, one of us on all fours facing away from the camera, our cunts and rosebuds in full view, and another of me sitting on the floor with my legs splayed as Robyn stood beside me, her foot up on my shoulder as I gazed adoringly up at her cunt. "Now," said Mum, "Sit side by side on the couch. Misty, put your arm round Robyn's shoulder and your other hand between her legs and do to her some to the nice things I taught you." "Taught you?" asked Robyn, looking at me. "How to masturbate, silly," I said. "You know, like when you touch yourself with your fingers. You do do that, don't you? All girls do that, even Mum does it, don't you, Mum?" Mum was silent, camera at the ready. Robyn opened her thighs and let my hand slide up until it reached her cunt. I applied my newfound expertise to bringing my new lover to a peak of excitement that seemed even higher than when I'd licked her. Mum was all over the place, on her knees for low angle shots, stepping back for wide angles, moving in for close ups and I could tell Robyn was thrilled that our lewd conduct was being recorded for all to see, though who the "all" would be, we didn't know. Robyn's hands weren't idle either. Her fingers explored my own hungry cunt as we kissed or gaze into each other eyes, swimming in an ocean of love. She quickly followed my lead, pushing her fingers into me, or tickling my clit. From time to time we'd kiss. Mum had her hand down the front of her knickers, fingering herself vigourously. "Oh, my God!" she murmured, "what a beautiful sight; two preteen girls in love, making each other happy. Oh, yes, yes!" I kissed Robyn's nipples and played with them with my tongue, but I knew not to bite them like I did with Mum. Then Mum asked, "Robyn, have you kissed Misty's cunt yet? No? Oh, it's time you discovered the joy of cunnilingus. I kiss her cunt most nights when I tuck her into bed. Go on, kneel between her legs, yes like that, now lean in and . . . well, you now what to do." I was in heaven as Robyn made love to me with her tongue, seeming to know instinctively how to excite me. She was driving me crazy and the fact that Mum was watching it all, her face alight with joy, put a cherry on the top. I lay there, my legs spread as wide as they'd go, willing to let my lover do whatever she wanted to me. I felt my excitement building. Nothing had ever felt this marvelous. It grew and grew and then there was a kind of . . . it's hard to describe . . . like an explosion, a ball of sweet fire spreading from my cunt through my whole body, making me cry out, sending me to heaven. It seemed to last for a long time, but I suppose it was just seconds later that it started to subside, gently bringing me back to earth, my heart, filled with love, pounding, my breath gasping. "You made her cum, Robyn!" Mum cried. "Oh, how delicious! My sweet little girl having her first orgasm. May you have many more, my darling." Robyn sat up, a shit eating grin on her face, licking her lips. "You're right, Mrs. Meadow, I love licking cunt. Can I lick you again, Misty?" I looked at Mum. I felt so grateful that she had helped me to reach this place of utter bliss. I wanted to give her a special reward. Then a really naughty thought slipped into my mind. "Robyn, how would you like to lick Mum's cunt?" Her jaw dropped and Mum's face lit up. "Oh, Robyn," she said, "I'd die from happiness if you even just touched it." Robyn looked at me and grinned again. "Bring it on," she said, "bring me all the cunts in the world and I'll lick 'em all!" She shuffled on her knees to Mum's feet and as Mum lifted her hips, she pulled her knickers down. I could see that her cunt lips were swollen and bright red, glistening with cunt juice and the aroma of sex filled the whole room. Robyn leaned in and I could see her head start to move, but from where I sat, the action was obscured by her hair. Never mind, just looking at Mum's face was thrilling enough. "Ooh, you sweet little nymphet," she groaned. "Push your tongue into me. That feels awesome! Now kiss my clit. Put your lips round it and suck it. Suck in and out nice and fast. Oh, my God, I'm . . . " Her eyes closed and her head fell back. Her hips thrust upwards and she let out a long deep groan. I knew she'd come. Robyn lifted her head and gazed up at Mum adoringly. I felt so happy to be sharing my lover with my Mum, or was it vice versa. Who cared, it was all so utterly thrilling. Mum came alive again. "Finger my cunt, Robyn. Pull my lips apart and look inside my love grotto. Put your finger in. Now two fingers, now three. Can you get the fourth inside? Oh, perfect, no, it doesn't hurt. See how wet I am? That's because you've made me so excited and also because Misty's watching us. Take some pictures, Misty. I wanna relive this moment over and over. Now, Robyn, I want you to fold your thumb into your palm and push your whole hand inside me. It doesn't matter if it hurts, it'll be worth it. Go on, push! Push harder!" To my astonishment, Robyn's hand slipped inside Mum's cunt. I'd never have thought it possible, but there it was, buried up to her wrist. "Make a fist," Mum called. "Pump it in and out. Oh, yes, fuck me! Fuck me. Oh, Misty, she's fisting me and it's so amazing!" With each thrust, Roby's fist went deeper and deeper until half her forearm was inside. Mum was writhing in ecstasy. My own cunt was dripping, in sympathy with Mum's. Then, with another loud groan, Mum came again. Twice in three minutes! How many times can a girl cum before . . . before what? She collapses? Robyn gently pulled her arm out, making a sucking noise, and looked at her hand, dripping with cunt juice. She started to lick it and I leaned in and helped her clean it from elbow to fingertip. "Sweet Jesus!" Mum murmured. "Look at you two lust crazed sex sluts! You've both come a long way in a short time." I looked at her, sprawled on the couch, her legs still spread wide, her bright pink wet cunt looking invitingly huge and I pushed Robyn aside. "My turn now, Mum," I said, folding my thumb into my palm. God bless you, Mum. The end.