Perverts 'R' Us

Mummy's Little Girlfriend - Part 4

by Seasiren ( Fgg, oral, scat )


Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.

 

"Look she has a whole set of dresses for the fashion walk. She's a top model, but not only that, she's a secret agent as well!" Brittany exclaimed with pride. She was showing her friend Amanda her 'Super Carla' PC game, a beautiful fashion icon that took time off from photo shoots and the catwalk to save the world as the number one secret agent. A stunning collection of fashion wear could be bought as part of a series, all to clad the precocious Carla in. "She has all kinds of disguises she puts on when she doesn't want the baddies to know who she is."

Amanda was spellbound. "Wow." Was all she could manage to say as she looked on in awe as Brittany continued explaining the various exploits Carla could get up to. She was envious, she knew her Mum and Daddy could never afford to buy her the who computer game series and now after seeing if for herself she desperately wanted to have them. She looked around Brittany's bedroom, her eyes taking in all of her friend's possessions; Brittany had just about everything a girl could wish for. Her bedroom was cluttered with toys and games of every description; she even had a brand new mobile phone. Her own parents were by no means niggardly, but neither of their incomes matched Donnas who worked as a television reporter.

"Your Mum's good to you." Said Amanda. "I wish mine would get me all these things."

Brittany's Mother, Donna, heard Amanda's last remark. She was putting clean linen into the airing cupboard, just outside the bedroom door. Neither of the girl's had heard her as she placed the folded clothes neatly onto the shelves and crept over to the bedroom in time to hear Brittany.

"Are you really good to your Mum?"

"Uh huh."

"But really good."

"Yeah, course."

"Well I'm really really good to my Mum and that's why I have all of these." She said sweeping her arm out to encompass her bulging shelves. "If you want to be THAT good, my Mum will have to show you." She giggled.

Donna put her head around the door to take a quick look at Amanda who was sat on the. She had the most beautiful dark brown hair tied into a pigtail which wound all the way down to the small of her back. Her heart missed a beat when she noticed two puzzled looking eye's staring out from the fringe on her forehead. She was slightly smaller than Brittany at just under five foot, with the most scrumptious body. Her sleek legs were clad in wonderful tight fitting Velcro pants; she was one of the prettiest girls Donna had seen.

"What do you have to do?" Amanda asked imploringly. To be honest she'd have done anything to have her own Super Carla and was beginning to get very curious about Brittany's secret formula of success for pleasing her Mother. Donna held her breath as she listened to her daughter's answer.

"Tidy my room and stuff, don't answer back and be good. You know... all that stuff."

'Phew' breathed Donna. 'Clever girl, at least you're discreet.' Theirs was a large secret, and one they'd been keeping ever since they became lovers a couple of months ago. Donna had lectured her thirteen year old daughter about the need for absolute discretion, telling her how important it was that no one else should find out about their special relationship, one in which they both adored and carried out to the full.

"Lets go and see Sharon and Julie," said Brittany as she put aside the game. Amanda quickly picked it up and inserted it into the disk drive.

"Ooh. I want to play with Carla." Complained Amanda, who, it had to be said, possessed what's sometimes called a 'willful streak' in her make up. She could be quite determined, and if her mind happened to be made up about something it could be difficult to persuade her to change it.

"Well I want to play with them." Said Brittany who could also be determined.

"Staying here!" squealed Amanda defiantly.

"NO YOU'RE NOT!" This time with a scream.

"YES I AM!" Even louder.

"SHUT UP YOU TWO!" The loudest.

Both girls stopped shouting and stared at Brittany's vexed looking Mother.

"I can hear you two from downstairs." Lied Donna. "And I daresay the whole neighborhood can too. If Amanda wants to play with the game she can do. If you want to amuse yourself with your friends you can. My goodness," she sighed in an exasperatedly tone, "you aren't both joined at the hip are you. Brittany... Go across the road to Sharon's house and ask her Mum if you can play with them, I'm sure she'll be more than happy for you to... Amanda."

"Yes Mrs. Hartley." She said jumping to attention with a smile for Donna who she thought was the prettiest Mum any one could be lucky enough to have.

"You can stay right here and play with Super Carla. I'll look after you dear."

Brittany jumped up off the floor and swept past her Mother with a reproachful look, so much so that Donna caught her arm before she could get past and gathered her up in a warm hug.

"Darling you know I love you. I don't want my little girl to be upset, there's nothing wrong with Amanda wanting to play with Carla, you know how much you wanted to when you first got her." The woman's eyes welled up with love as she looked into her beautiful daughters face. Amanda's chagrin vanished, burnt away by the look of unconditional love, and she hugged her Mother back affectionately.

"Sorry for being silly Mom. I know you love me very much. I'll go over to Sharon's and come back for supper time."

Donna bent down to give her a peck on the cheek, then straightened back up and patted her on the bum.

"Ok love. Off with you now and have a good time with your friends."

With the thumping on the stairs receding into the distance Donna turned around to face Amanda who was still kneeling on the bedroom carpet. They were by themselves, a fact appreciated by Donna who went and sat next to the young girl on the carpeted floor.

"I'm glad you and Brittany are friends. You need to have friends at your age...it's so important to have a special friend who's always there for you no matter what."

Amanda nodded at these words, a sage expression crossing her serious features.

"Yes, I know. We're the best of friends."

"Good, I'm pleased you are." Smiled Donna reaching out to stroke Amanda's cheek. "I couldn't help overhearing you say how you would liked Brittany's things, and I'd like you to know that you can come over here to play with them any time you like, even when Brittany isn't here. I don't mind you coming over, in fact I'd be very pleased to see you."

"Do you really mean that Mrs. Hartley?" She asked. "Oh thank you I will." A wistful expression crossed her face as her gaze swept over Amanda's toys and games. "Brittany's very lucky, I wish my Mum would buy me things. Do you give them to her when she's good?"

Donna's hand hadn't stopped caressing Amanda's face, she moved up to sweep a lock of the little girl's hair away from her eye's and then lazily stroked her face again.

"Uh huh. That's part of it. And also because we love each other, and want to make each other happy."

Amanda's body tingled from the slow caress of the older woman's hand, she almost purred with pleasure at the warm feelings it stirred within her. At the same time she was a bold young girl and wanted to get to the bottom of this being good idea. This new concept of getting presents and toys in exchange for pleasing your Mum was a nut she thought worth cracking, so with that in mind she continued probing. Her mouth opened then closed just as quickly as she sought to put her curiosity into words.

"How does...How does" she stammered briefly. "When Brittany's nice to you? What I mean is, how is she nice to you? What does she do?"

"She makes me happy sweetheart. She does things to please me."

Her words dropped from her lips like silk as her hand continued its gentle roaming. Her mind had been reeling these last few minutes as she tried to control her feelings. Her eyes took in every detail of the cute young thing kneeling beside her. She was small compared to Donna, so much so that when they stood up side by side, the top of Amanda's head barely reached her breasts. For some reason this aroused her even more. She moved closer to Amanda, shivering with pleasure from her touch as she remembered the conversation she'd had with Brittany during their first night together. She said Amanda liked her a lot. Donna pondered the implications from this interesting 'nugget' of information. She'd been thinking of it ever since, and wondered if now was the right time to explore it's possibilities. She realized it was a risk, and she wasn't sure if she should reign in her feelings and walk away from the situation, but as she gazed into the lively twinkling eyes of the beautiful young creature sitting next to her, she knew it was impossible. In a low voice she continued.

"She makes me happy by doing things for me Amanda. Lots and lots of things... all in the privacy of our home. You know dear, there's no reason why I shouldn't buy you some of the nice things I buy for Brittany. I could teach you how to make me happy, you could do nice things for me, and then in return I'll give you anything you want. Would you like that Amanda dear"?

The girl eyes fluttered with pleasure from the woman's persistent caresses, she could smell her heady perfume, and feel her steady gaze as she felt the web closing round her. The weather was warm and Donna was dressed to stay cool with a flimsy low cut top, just showing her turquoise bra and enough of her breasts to draw Amanda's eyes to them. She smiled as she followed the girl's gaze; her eye's becoming mischievous as she ran a hand through her long dark hair. The awe struck toddler tried a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, which ended up as a nervous twitch, so she nodded her head instead.

"If you like."

Donna moved closer, bringing her warm face within inches of the flustered girl.

"You know Amanda, you're very pretty. You have such a darling little mouth."

Her tongue crept out of her lips and flickered against the girls before roaming around them.

"Just made to give kisses."

She leaned forward, closing the distance between them as she brought her lips to cover Amanda's. The girl's small gasp was stifled as Donna captured her tongue and took it into her mouth to suck. Then she released it and returned the favor by giving Amanda's smaller mouth her tongue and was rewarded by the girl emulating her actions.

After Amanda overcame the shock of the sudden kiss she began enjoying the new sensations racing through her body. Her senses were full of the woman; she was seduced by her beautiful fragrance, her warm lips and seeking tongue. The striking adult oozed eroticism and even though she was too young to understand, she could still feel it. The woman opened her mouth wider as their lips writhed together in a slow moist dance. Donna's head twisting this way and that as she crushed her mouth against Amanda's, breathing loudly through her nose and with the occasional quiet moan sounding in her throat. She couldn't believe she was falling in love all over again, was it love or was it lust? Her predilection for young girls had intensified dramatically over the last year, until now she found herself looking at youngsters not only with the normal affection an adult has for one, but with the eye of a seductress. Children were so malleable at that age, so eager to please, thoughts of the things you could get one to do for you raced through her mind. She let out a loud moan of lust at the thought, startling Amanda who pulled away with a wet smack.

"Mmph". Exclaimed Donna, as their lips broke apart. "You okay honey?"

She sounded concerned; frightened that she'd scared her by getting carried away. Her voice sounded ragged to her ears, she was panting heavily after breaking off the kiss, and couldn't hide her excitement.

"Yes I... think..." Her voice trailed off and she looked down at the carpet as her face flooded red.

"That was a lovely kiss Amanda. You kissed me so wonderfully. Did you like it too?"

Amanda's mind was in turmoil; she'd never done anything as exiting as this. She adored this sensuous woman who happened to be Brittany's Mum and wanted more of the same treatment, much more. She looked up in awe and tossed her head back sending her long pigtail flying over her shoulders

"Oh yes Mrs. Hartley. I loved it! I just jumped a bit when you made that funny noise, but can we do it again pleassseee...."

Donna was elated with the youngster's positive response, and she saw no reason why she shouldn't take things further.

"Yes I'd like that too Amanda. Seeing as you enjoy kissing me so much, how about me showing you how to give me more kisses, all kinds of different kisses?"

"Now? Oh yes please. I want to kiss and kiss and kiss." She cried, getting into the spirit of this new adventure.

Donna got to her feet, pulling the excited girl up off the floor.

"In my bedroom honey."

Then all of a sudden disaster struck as the sound of the front door being flung open made them both jump.

"Mum! I'm back... they both had to go out with their Mum and Dad."

The sound of the TV coming to life in the living room swept up the stairs. Donna could have wept with frustration, when she looked down to commiserate Amanda; the poor girl was on the verge of tears.

She knelt down and gave her a consolation kiss, then whispered in her ear.

"Listen sweetie. We both enjoyed what we just did and want to do other nice things don't we?"

Amanda nodded sadly.

"Well then we will. Just leave it all to me. In the meantime say nothing to anyone, it's our special secret."

Amanda left with a quiet goodbye to Brittany who was sitting in front of the TV watching cartoons. Donna took a seat on Brittany's old bed and began to think. She and Amanda had come so close to making love and although they'd only kissed, it had been especially erotic for both of them, and what's more the child seemed willing to have gone much further if the situation had allowed. There were two obstacles to overcome if she were to have any chance of success. The first was Amanda's Parents. They had to allow her daughter to stay overnight. She thought she might have the answer to that if she was patient.

When Jean, Amanda's Mother had looked after Brittany for a week, Donna had offered to do the same for Amanda. She would renew the offer as she knew Jean and her husband had been talking about going to London for a weekend to see the sights and maybe watch a show. She felt sure they'd still welcome the chance to do that. Maybe she could make an effort to befriend them. They knew each other through their children, but if she were to get to know them more, perhaps they would be willing to trust her with Amanda in all kinds of situations. She decided to invite them both round for a drink as soon as possible and start from there. One problem potentially solved, now for the next. Brittany. How would she take to sharing her Mother's love with her best friend? What a question! Maybe if Brittany could be tempted by something else, something she'd regard as compensation. No, that wouldn't do, it wasn't compensation she'd need it was replacement, and not with something but rather with someone. SUSAN.

The name popped into her head with a fanfare of trumpets. Yes Brittany and Susan together... what a wonderful idea. When Amanda comes to stay, Brittany can go over to Susan's place. She'd certainly have a weekend of it. Susan had liked young girls well before Donna, but as yet it was a fantasy unrealized. They still met for their weekly trysts, and amusingly ever since Donna had told her about Brittany and shown Susan some photos of her, she couldn't stop asking. She knew Susan was dying to meet Brittany, but as yet she hadn't got lucky. If she were offered the opportunity of having Brittany to herself she'd probably wet herself with excitement.

Donna smiled at the thought of pee dribbling down her friend's legs; maybe she'd get Brittany to lick it off. 'Well, well... things to be arranged, I've work to do' she thought. She just hoped Brittany would be willing to take on a new challenge. In the meantime she still felt frustrated from her aborted seduction of Amanda, and although she was feeling apprehensive about her forthcoming conversation with Brittany, this afternoons turn of events had left her feeling very randy. Immediate relief was called for; she got up from the bed and went in search of her sexy young daughter.

As it was she needn't have worried about Brittany's reaction to her proposition. She enjoyed the erotic arts nearly as much as her Mother even though she was only thirteen. Her confidence was increasing each time they made love, she thrilled at the power she had when her older lover cried out her name and tossed and turned across the large double bed to the tune of her clever tongue. If there could be such a term as a natural submissive then it had to apply to her. Brittany needed to be needed, even to the point of it becoming a fetish. The very act of giving pleasure, especially if she was made to do it was the thing that rocked Brittany's world more than anything else. Even though her Mother more than filled her needs in that direction - there were often occasions when she nearly fell asleep at school - she was starting to look at other grown women with the eye's of a hopeful submissive. She'd pass an attractive woman in the street that could be any age up to her late fifties, and immediately be overcome by reverie, imagining being made to satisfy and serve her in the filthiest of ways. Her gaze was turning to other women; if Donna had had any inkling of the way her daughter's mind was running she'd have been greatly relieved.

She found Amanda drinking lemonade from the kitchen fridge, the glass tipped back in the air as she glugged down the fizzy liquid. She finished drinking and noticed her Mother standing by the kitchen door with an expression on her face that she'd come to recognize. It was one of the demanding Mistress, a game her Mother particularly enjoyed and Brittany adored. By now she was used to impromptu sex, they didn't confine they're lovemaking to just the bedroom or just at night. It could happen at anytime or anyplace within the privacy of their home, her Mother was insatiable at times, but to Amanda that was part of the fun. She knew what was expected of her but went along with the game of pretended innocence just for the amusement of the situation.

"Hello Mum, its hot today isn't it? I was just drinking my lemonade; it's nice and cold. Umm, Yummy ... Did you come to get some too?"

"No."

"Oh" She exclaimed in pretended surprise. "Then what did you come for"?

"You! Kneel down in front of me and suck my cunt!"

"Oh Mum. Oh!..."

"Be quick! Get your head under my skirt and pull down my knickers!"

Amanda moved to obey and dropped to her knees before the smoldering woman. Lifting up her skirt she gazed at the sight of the lacy blue knickers. She reached to the top of her Mother's slim, toned legs and slowly pulled them down... the sheer material making a slow swish as it traveled downwards to the floor. The girl looked up to see Donna reach behind her back to undo her bra, then watched as the creamy pears burst free and swung above her head. Looking past, she studied her Mother's face; it reminded her of a Queen sitting astride her throne and looking down at the bowed heads of her court, one of triumphant dominance, she completed the picture by cupping and squeezing her proud breasts and hefting them up high.

"Make me cum in your mouth."

Brittany moved forward, pressing her face into the dewy curls above the pinky grey labia. The potent smell of arousal assailed her nostrils as she extended her tongue to touch the crinkled lips. Once at school, she'd seen a photo of an African woman wearing a pair of long heavy earrings. When she'd asked about it, the teacher explained it was customary for the women to have them pinned through like that to stretch the ear lobes making them long and dangly. She found the similarity amusing as she swept her tongue up and down, tasting the tangy flesh before slipping in-between and giving a wiggle to say 'hello'. Donna crouched lower, flexing her knees to make her self more accessible, she let out a quiet "Yes" as she felt the girls mouth go where she wanted. Peeling the lips aside she licked inside the wet pussy, sucking noisily at the dripping hole as she scooped up the strong juices. Brittany felt as though she were inside an oven as she knelt between her Mothers legs; her thighs felt hot as they caressed her cheeks. She licked, sucked and slurped at her sex, listening to her moans and groans for another ten minutes before she felt her hands on the back of her head as she guided her face up and down her cunt.

"Suck my clit. That's it, keep going! Keep going! Yes, yes don't stop! Suck my clit like a lolly. Yes suck it like a lollypop; you're driving Mum wild with your mouth. Oh God I could marry that mouth...don't stop! Oh God don't fucking stop!" She wailed at the top of her voice. "Oh yes! I'm cumming! I'm going to cream your pretty mouth"! Suddenly she felt her Mother's fingers twisting and tugging her ears as she jammed her cunt into her face. "Ugh...Ugh...Ugh Oh God I'm coming, I'm coming, Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes Yes! Ohh drink it! Swallow it down... drink me... drink me up!" She cried as her dam burst and she flooded her young girl's mouth. Brittany glugged and swallowed as best she could.

"Uggh Nuggh Glug...Glug...Glug" The noise of her busy gulping filled the kitchen as she ate her Mum's cum, kneeling down on the hard floor and hanging on to her thrusting buttocks with her hands. She rode out the crisis as she had done so many times before, keeping her face in place until she heard the older woman sigh, then felt her legs loosen around her head.

"Oh darling. Oh my darling you were marvelous." Crooned her Mother as she knelt down and kissed her wetly on the lips.

Early Evening

A hidden observer...say it's you, would see a slim woman in her late thirties. She has a long intelligent face, she looks assertive yet beautiful. Her hair a tawny red hangs down and rests on her shoulders. You see her reading a magazine, her brow knitted in concentration, occasionally she reaches for a notepad to make notes. She is bare below the waist, the dim glow of the wall lights are enough to show you the glimmer of her naked skin in the soft light. Her top half is covered by a black tea-shirt with a red logo spread across the front. To say she is sitting on the floor wouldn't be entirely accurate. Her buttocks have a cushion, the upturned face of a young girl. Her face is impossible to see, hidden as it is between the two spread cheeks of the lady's buttocks.

The minutes go by, broken by the occasional turning of the page from the reading woman until you begin to wander at the purpose of the peculiar site. The thought hasn't been in your head for more than a few moments before you see her stop reading the magazine and put it aside. She lifts her buttocks up for a moment and looks down at the girl. She says something you can't catch; the girl's head nods briefly before being covered once more by the pale domes. The woman picks up the magazine and resumes her reading. Then you hear something... a moist crackling sound that you can't place, a sound of something on the move. You notice the youngster's cheeks are bulging as though they are full and you wander what with.

"MPHH!!!"

The noise of balking, then the girl's stomach jerks. Everything stops; the woman's gaze remains frozen on the page, while beneath her the child lays perfectly still except for her twitching stomach. Then suddenly, her chin begins moving, slowly at first, very slowly, then a little quicker until it's munching away beneath the buttocks. The woman's sense of relief is tangible and before long her eyes are moving across the page as she resumes her reading. Even though you aren't close, you can see the girl's throat bobbing and hear the unmistakable sound of swallowing. Then it stops. The woman is still reading... seemingly engrossed in the magazine... then you hear the earlier wet crackling sound. The youngsters cheeks swell up, but this time she doesn't balk, but begins chewing and swallowing until eventually, bit by bit they begin to empty. So it goes on, the only visible signs of what is really happening are two runny chocolate like rivulets seeping from the corners of her mouth ... It happens three more times, until the woman's lips part with a sigh of satisfaction, a signal that her ablutions are over.

Late Evening

They had a cozy supper in bed... well Donna did. Scrambled eggs and mushrooms on toast. Wearing a short nightie, she brought the food on a silver tray with a two mugs of hot chocolate. The springs creaked as she got into bed next to her naked daughter, and began chatting in between mouthfuls of egg and mushrooms. She ate until her plate were empty, then put the tray on the side and smoothed down the cool sheets.

"Pity you're full already." She giggled mischievously.

Brittany groaned and rubbed her bulging stomach.

"Darling, I'd like to us to talk." She said changing the tone suddenly.

"Alright Mum." She said sitting up on the thick pillow.

Donna bit her lip, uncertain of how to put into words the proposition she'd been thinking about.

"I love you more than anyone else in the whole of the world and I always shall."

Brittany leant over and kissed her bare shoulder.

"I love you too Mum."

"When we make love it's very special. Nothing can change that, even when me and Susan do its good, but it isn't the same, it never will be with anyone else." She paused. Brittany nodded on cue.

"I'd like you to consider going to bed with her. I know she wants to with you."

Amanda felt a thrill of excitement. She'd seen Susan on the telly and thought she was sooo cool, the sexy blonde lady who read the news. Wow!

"In return I'd also like to add someone else to the people I'd like to do it with. Amanda." The last word was said slowly, she held her breath."

"Amanda!!!" Brittany could hardly believe her ears.

"Amanda." Donna repeated. "We've kissed and she wants to go further. I'd like that to happen Brittany."

Brittany was silent for a while as she thought over what she'd just heard. She sat for a long time in silence while Donna waited patiently for her to respond.

"Yes." She said finally. "Alright. When can I see Susan?"

Donna was surprised. "Are you sure? I mean...fantastic...great...I'm just..."

"Mum it's ok I like Susan and I don't mind you and Amanda. It's alright cos she's my best friend and I want her to know how brilliant you are."

She took Brittany in her arms and hugged her.

"Thank you my darling. Thank you, I love you so very much. I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful daughter."

Brittany reached over and pulled her nightie aside to look at her breasts, then bent down to plant a wet kiss on each one. The nipples rose in anticipation and Donna never one to miss a cue, stripped her self naked

"Oh Mum I'm tired." She complained.

"It's okay darling. Just a quickie, I promise. Really."

"Ok." She sighed climbing wearily down the bed and not noticing her Mother's crossed fingers.