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Busted (Mf, cons, young teen)
By: Phil Phantom
Caroline entered the house expecting to find her husband and two
daughters huddled by the picture window still peeking through
blinds. She saw only Becky, her oldest, but she was in the act of
taking a seat on the sofa. Their eyes met and told Caroline all she
needed to know. Becky had that I-saw-Mommy-kissin'-Santa look--a
mischievous gleam. She thumbed through her Teen Magazine while
trying to hold back a knowing smile.
Caroline had been busted, and she knew it. She also knew it was
bound to happen sooner or later, now that she had to use Bonnie's
front door to come and go, wearing sexy clothes no less. Caroline
was already resolved to let the chips fall where they may, knowing
she'd get caught, be seen by neighbors, and become the grist for
the neighborhood gossip mill. If the girls didn't see, they'd
eventually hear. She knew she could not stay away from Bonnie, not
now, anyway.
She fought back the impulse to tell Becky to wipe that stupid grin
off her face and mind her own business, but was glad she held that
in when fourteen-year-old Joann came bounding into the room,
saying, "What's so important that I have to see this, now? Oh, hi,
Mom!"
Caroline squared her shoulders and brushed past Joann, saying,
"You missed it, but I'm sure your snoopy sister will fill you in.
Where's your father?"
"I think he's on the phone in the den."
Caroline made for the den and met Richard as he was coming out. She
was still in the living room. Joann had just taken a seat beside
Becky. The girls were behind her to her left. Richard said, "Oops.
Didn't see you. Sweetheart, I have to go back to the office for a
few hours. I'll catch something to eat downtown. I'm going to leave
the phone on the service. Was there something you needed?"
Caroline felt an overwhelming need to balance the scales and
justify her outrageous conduct to the girls. She blurted out, "I
wish you wouldn't play these silly games, Richard. We all know you
have a mistress, several, in fact. Go to her. Enjoy yourself.
Frankly, I don't see why you don't bring her here. Why spend good
money on motel rooms when we have a perfectly good bed here that
never gets used except for sleeping."
Caroline's brash declaration sucked the air from the room. The
girls nervously eyed their parents. Richard calmly set his
briefcase down, then made for the front door. He stopped on his way
out to say, "I may just do that. Why waste a good bed."
When he left, Becky got to her feet, deep concern etched on her
face. She said, "Mom, what's going on? Are you and Dad getting a
divorce?"
Joann shouted, "Will somebody please tell me what's happening?"
Caroline strode to the liquor cabinet, drew out a bottle of
Southern Comfort, poured a straight shot, then turned to see both
girls at her side. She downed the shot, then said, "We're not
getting a divorce, but I think we just opened up our marriage."
Joann said, "What do you mean, opened up your marriage?"
Becky said, "She means they can both see other people. That is what
you meant, wasn't it, Mom?"
"That is what I meant. Go ahead, Becky. Tell Joann what you saw.
Tell her everything you saw."
"Are you sure--everything?"
Caroline poured another shot, saying, "Everything, in your own
words."
Caroline faced them with the shot glass at her lips, sipping, not
gulping. Becky appeared nervous, but Joann appeared eager and said,
"Becky, tell me."
"All right. I saw Mom kissing that woman across the street."
Joann's eyes popped open wide as her jaw dropped. Becky watched her
mother's reaction. Caroline stood with forced composure, then said,
"Go on."
Becky said, "I saw the woman..."
Caroline interrupted, "Her name is Bonnie, and she's a bisexual
whore, a swinger, one of your father's playmates, as if you didn't
know. Go on."
Becky said, "Well, I saw Bonnie feel Mom up under her skirt. Mom
wasn't wearing panties. They stood on Bonnie's front step where
anyone could see. I saw Mom's naked butt, and I saw Bonnie poking
her finger in...in Mom's butt hole."
Joann cried, "Becky!"
"Well, that's what it looked like from here."
Becky looked defensively to Caroline, who now had a deep blush
going. Having gone this far, Caroline said, "You saw right.
Anything else?"
"Well, it looked like she was fingering you in front, too."
"Fingering what, Becky."
"Do you want me to say it?"
"Yes, in your own words."
"Okay. It looked like she was fingering your pussy."
Joann cried, "Becky!"
"Well, she said use my own words. That's what I call it. In fact,
I don't know any nice way to say it. Sorry, Mom, but..."
Caroline set her empty shot glass down, her cheeks burning. She
addressed both girls with hands resting on each of their outside
shoulders. The girls looked into their mother's eyes as Caroline
calmly said, "You saw right, and you did as I directed. There is no
nice way to put it. I did a crazy thing, an impulsive thing. She
dared me, and like a stupid child, I took her dare. I took a risk,
a huge risk, but I'll admit, it was a huge thrill. I've never done
anything like that in my life."
Joann said, "Are you going to do that again? Can I watch if you
do?"
"Once was enough for me, but Bonnie has her own agenda and a way of
making me do things I never would have dreamed I could do. If you
catch us at that game, good for you, but I will not be putting on
a show if I can help it."
Becky said, "Are you two lovers?"
"No, Becky. We're close, intimate friends. I am not a lesbian, and
neither is she. I can admit to being bisexual. I wouldn't have
thought so until today, but I think I am. No, I know I am. Who
knows, maybe we all are to some degree."
Joann said, "Becky is for sure."
Becky slugged Joann and said, "You shut up. If I wanted anyone to
know, I'd tell them."
Caroline shook both shoulders and said, "Enough. I don't care to
hear this. You girls are growing up way too fast as it is. We need
to discuss your father. He took my words as a challenge. I know
him. He'll bring his bimbette here just to show me he's not
intimidated by my accusation. He'll expect me to blow my top, but
I have a surprise for him."
"What are you going to do?" said Joann.
"I'm going to be nice and polite to her, treat her like an honored
guest in our home, wait on them hand and foot, her especially."
Becky smiled big and said, "Mom, that would be so cool if you did
that. You'd blow his mind."
"I know. If I know your father, he'll keep pushing. He might even
take her off to the bedroom and do his dirty deed."
Joann said, "Could you stand that?"
"I think so. I'll even bring them warm wash cloths. At least, I
hope I can. We'll see, huh?"
Becky said, "Oh, Mom, that would be the ultimate."
Joann said, "No, the ultimate would be if Mom cleaned them with the
wash cloths. I'll bet they'd both freak if you did that."
"I'm sure they would. We'll see how it goes, but I want you girls
prepared for anything. Who knows, they might have sex right out in
the open like dogs. If that should happen, I don't want you two to
show any emotion--no giggles, no smiles, no sign of approval or
disapproval. Just watch quietly or leave the room quietly."
Joann eagerly said, "Do you think they might?"
"If he does, and I wouldn't put it past him, he'll be going for
shock value. I don't want him to have that pleasure."
Joann said, "I wouldn't miss that for anything."
Becky added, "Me neither. We'll be so cool. You'll see, Mom. What
about you, though? Can you be that cool, watching them do it, like
animals?"
"Yesterday, no; today, I think so. To tell the truth, I kinda like
the idea. I might shock you both and clean them without a rag. I
might clean them with my mouth. Good lord, I can't believe I said
that."
Becky laughed, then said, "Me neither. Mom, you must, you simply
must. We dare you."
Joann added, "We double dare you."
Caroline's interest peaked. She smiled a devilish smile and said,
"Oh, you'd like to see that, would you?"
Becky excitedly said, "Oh yes, more than anything. Oh, please do!
Even if they go to the bedroom, don't use a wash cloth. Use your
tongue and lick her all over between the legs, inside and out. Eat
Daddy's whore out, and leave the door open so we can watch. Please,
pretty please!"
Joann added, "With sugar on top."
Caroline released her girls and stood back with folded arms wearing
a big grin. She said, "You two shock me. You're both a couple of
little perverts, but I think I like you better this way. You know,
I might just let you watch me and Bonnie together some day. I know
she'd get a big thrill out of you two watching me service her.
She's trying to turn me into her pussy slave. That's what she
called it, and she came damn close just a while ago."
Becky said, "How close?"
"You really want to know, huh?"
"Oh yes. Details."
"All right. If you must know, I got naked, shaved my pussy, put my
wedding ring up my behind, and recited the Gettysburg Address with
her clit in my mouth. That's how close."
Becky teased, "Wow! You know the Gettysburg Address?"
This them all laughing and killed whatever tension remain in
Caroline. When the laughter died down, she said, "Oh God, You have
no idea how much I dreaded this. You guys are making this so easy.
I could kick myself for not opening up sexually with you girls
years ago."
Joann put her arm around her mother's waist for a side hug and
said, "We wish you had. Are you going to start wearing your wedding
ring up your butt from now on?"
They both looked to Caroline's left hand. Caroline held the hand
up, saying, "I hope not. I got it back the hard way. Don't even
ask."
Becky smilingly said, "You must let us watch you guys get it on."
Joann added, "You must. We won't tell a soul. Swear to God."
"We'll see. I never thought I'd share that with anyone, much less
my own daughters. I really need to soak in a cold shower."
Becky said, "Don't go. We've never seen you like this. It's really
neat."
Joann said, "Yeah, I'll say. It's almost like you're human. Just
kidding, Mom."
Caroline smiled and ruffled Joann's hair. She said, "To tell you
the truth, I find this rather exciting. You made this easy by being
so supportive and accepting. You know, I feel like doing something
nasty."
Becky grinned, "Like masturbating in front of us. We'd like that,
huh, Joann?"
Joann said, "Yeah, boy would we. Talk about human."
"That wasn't what I had in mind, but in my present mood, anything
is possible. No, I was thinking of showing my pussy. Besides being
shaved, Bonnie did something to it that I think will amuse you.
Would you like to see?"
Both girls eagerly said, "Yes!"
Caroline smiled and said, "Okay. I want you both to kneel before
me, right here."
The girls dropped to their knees wearing smiles. Caroline moved her
feet a yard apart, placing each foot outside their knees. Their
heads were on a level with her pussy, their faces almost touching
her skirt. Joann giggled and said, "Be careful, Mom. Becky might
lick it."
Caroline looked into Becky's shy smile and said, "Don't you dare.
I'm not feeling that nasty. Not yet, anyway. Just look." She
reached for the hem at each knee and said, "Okay, here goes."
The skirt rose slowly, gradually revealing her alabaster thighs.
The eyes followed the hem. Both girls had their lower lip caught in
teeth. Caroline watched their faces as the hem came to the base of
her slit. She had them transfixed.
She paused for dramatic effect, then continued. The girls stared at
the shaved lips, then strained to make out the art work. Caroline
ended their strained stare by pulling her skirt all the way up past
the waist.
Becky exclaimed, "Oh, wow! She wrote 'Whore' on your pussy. I love
it."
Joann said, "You have a neat pussy, Mom, even with that on it. I
love it without the hair."
"Thank you. She wants to make that a tattoo. Who knows, I might let
her. A pussy slave would have no choice in the matter."
Becky said, "You should let her. I think you'd make a great pussy
slave. You'd like to be her pussy slave, wouldn't you?"
"I'd like to know what you two think about that, for real. If I let
her tattoo the word 'Whore' on my pussy, I'd be one. She'd see to
it. Think about that, too. Bonnie is pretty kinky, you know?"
Becky dipped her head low to gaze up between Caroline's legs while
saying, "I love the idea."
Joann said, "She's dying to lick it, Mom. Let her, okay? I want to
see her lick your pussy."
Caroline was looking into Becky's eyes as they peered over the top
of her mound. Her face was in position to deliver the lick, and her
eyes pleaded for permission. Caroline now had her lower lip between
teeth. Her clit begged a positive response. Caroline was on the
verge of granting her oldest daughter's wish when she felt the
tentative tongue tip ease between the wet folds of her sex.
Joann excitedly said, "Go ahead, Becky. Lick it good and suck on
her clit. Show her what you can do."
Caroline said nothing, and Becky licked. With the first long swipe
through the oozing slit, Becky brought both hands sliding up the
backs of her mother's legs. Caroline widened her knees and jutted
her steamy crotch into the feverishly sucking mouth. Becky clutched
her ass and sealed her mouth over her mother's clit and began
nursing, pausing frequently to run her stiff tongue inside the
hole. Caroline ground her cunt on her daughter's face and moaned
steadily.
Joann said, "Eat her cunt, Becky. Eat it good. Suck Mom's cunt.
Make her cum. She's good, huh, Mom?"
Caroline could only nod while fighting to stand in place. When
Becky next fastened on her clit, Caroline knew she would go over
the top. She reached down with both sets of fingers and pulled
herself open so she could see her daughter's mouth at work as the
orgasm welled-up from deep within.
The shocking spasm burst over her, making her cry out, "Oh yes!
Suck, Becky. Suck Mommy's clit, baby. Eat my cunt, sweetheart. Eat
your mother's whore pussy. Oh, yessss! Oh, fuck yes, baby! Suck!
Yesssss! Yesss! Oh, yes."
The violent orgasm drained the passion-racked mother. After the
spasms passed, Caroline braced herself by propping her hands on her
thighs. Becky got under her and fastened her mouth to the hole.
Caroline got her breath and said, "What are you doing?"
Joann said, "Let her finish, Mom. She's after your slut slime.
That's what she calls it. Slut slime is her reward for giving you
a good cum. She loves the stuff."
Caroline stood with her knees out and looked between her own legs.
She once again fanned open her lips to see Becky hard at work
lapping slut slime from her slut hole, digging deep inside with her
swabbing tongue. The sight was the most vulgar thing Caroline ever
saw, also, the most erotic.
Caroline stopped questioning her participation in this obscene act
and lent herself to the lewd devotions. She, in fact, reached lower
and tilted her pelvis up to give herself and Joann a better look.
Joann reached in and began massaging the clit, saying, "This will
bring down more pussy juice. You don't mind, do you?"
The fingers rubbing her clit felt marvelous.