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A Dog Day Afternoon (Mf, incest, cons, young Teen)
by Dorsai
dorsai@mail.com
As she stepped out of the tub after her morning shower, Laurie Kepler
caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the
bathroom door. She paused a moment to look at the image of herself that
no one had seen for over a year: standing 5 feet, 6 inches tall, her
hundred and twelve pounds left her looking slender - a slenderness
accentuated by her 34B-26-35 measurements. High on her chest, her
breasts were capped with small, dark areolas barely larger than her
pencil-diameter nipples. Her hair, though wet, still looked as black and
luxurious as when she'd been eighteen; the dark smudge at the apex of
her thighs was full and luxuriant. The skin between the two extremes was
clear and smooth, with not a sag or wrinkle or blemish to be found. "Not
bad for 34 years old!" she thought to herself - then felt a pang when
she remembered - as she did every day - just WHY no one had seen her
naked for over a year.
It had been thirteen months ago that Ken, her husband of sixteen years,
had died at the bank where he worked as a junior vice-president - he'd
been helping an elderly woman with a safe deposit box when an
undiagnosed aneurism in his brain had let go; according to the doctors,
he'd been dead before he even hit the floor. The paramedics had been
there in less than five minutes, and had tried heroically to save a life
that simply couldn't BE saved.
Everyone at the bank had been supportive and sympathetic, as had all of
hers and Ken's friends. But that did precious little to fill her empty
arms, or provide someone for their daughters Melissa and Natalie to call
'Daddy'. She and Ken had married in their sophomore year of college.
They'd met as freshmen in an English class, discovered a shared fondness
for Hawthorne, and the rest, as they say, was history. They loved each
other madly, and she'd borne him their first child, Melissa, during
their Junior year. She'd given birth to Natalie just a few months before
the two of them walked across the stage to accept their degrees. Melissa
had her mother's dark hair, while Natalie got her blonde coloring from
Ken. Being so close in age, they hadn't had as many differences as so
many sisters did - and since Ken's death, even those had disappeared.
The two of them spent a surprising amount of time together - even at
school, though that wasn't too surprising.
After Ken's death, Laurie had had to move out of the large house that
they'd lived in. Although she still got a tidy little income from the
stock Ken had owned in the bank, it wasn't enough to cover the mortgage
payments. Instead, she'd found another, smaller, house, far out in the
suburbs - nearly all the way out in the country, truth be told. The
girls had been less than thrilled to have to change schools, of course,
but both understood and accepted the necessity of it. One of the few
items of continuity with their 'old' life was the family dog - an Akita
named Tojo. He was friendly and playful with friends and family members,
and fiercely protective of them around strangers - weighing nearly a
hundred pounds, he had the size to make his protective nature count. His
thick, tan-colored fur made him a popular 'pillow' for anyone lying on
the floor.
Giving a little start, Laurie pulled herself out of the flood of
memories and finished drying herself off. Still naked, she hung the
towel up to dry, and went into her bedroom, fishing a pair of panties
and soft bra from her dresser. With those items on, she next headed for
the closet, selecting a pair of slacks and matching silk blouse - she
was supposed to meet with one of her closest friends - Charlene Benson,
they'd known each other since middle school - for lunch. Laurie slipped
her feet into a pair of sandals, and went to the kitchen to make sure
that Melissa and Natalie ate something that was at least vaguely
nutritious before they left for school. To her surprise, both of them
had gone with heat-and-serve oatmeal, with orange juice to wash it down.
She watched as they finished their meal, and put their dishes in the
dishwasher - at 15, Melissa was a beauty: beautiful brown eyes that
sparkled; straight, white teeth; a smooth, clear complexion made her
look a bit younger than she really was. At least, unless you looked a
bit lower, and saw the developing bust that wasn't much smaller than
Laurie's, and the graceful curve of waist and hips that flowed on down
to slender, nicely turned legs that seemed to go on forever. Natalie,
14, wasn't far behind: though not quite as busty or curvaceous as her
sister, the bulges at the top of her blouses made it abundantly clear
that she was female. Her hair was as blonde as her fathers' - almost
white, in fact - and accentuated by her sky-blue eyes. She had a look of
almost childlike innocence that belied her developing body.
After they were gone - having given her a kiss on the cheek in farewell
- Laurie sat down at the table for her own breakfast. With nothing more
pressing, she gave herself permission for a second, then third, cup of
coffee as Tojo lay on her feet under the table. In the winter, it
actually felt nice having him keep her feet warm; but in the summer...
not so much. But he was so much a part of the family, and she felt so
reassured having him around for protection, that she willingly put up
with sweaty feet for a few months out of the year.
When it was time for her to leave, Laurie got her purse, and then hunted
around until she found where she'd left her car keys. With them in hand,
she wasn't surprised to find Tojo waiting at the door to the garage for
her, eagerly waiting to see if she would let him go with her. She
laughed, and asked "Well, Tojo - are you ready to go for a ride?" His
doggy grin simply answered her "Aren't I always?"
Still smiling, she opened the door and told him "Okay, come on, you big
hairy monster!"
He quickly darted through, and on to where her car was parked, waiting
patiently for her to open the door. She let him in, and he quickly took
his assigned place in the passenger seat next to her. She hit the opener
for the garage door, backed out, and closed it again before rolling the
window down so Tojo could stick his head partway out the window while
she drove.
When she got to the small café where she was to meet Charlene, she was a
few minutes early. She found a place to park in the shade of a tree, and
left Tojo in the car - he was well-mannered enough not to bark at
passers-by, or other dogs that he might see; and he was certainly a lot
better than any car alarm she'd ever seen to keep someone from stealing
her car!
Inside the café, she found a quiet table where Charlene would be able to
see her; she ordered a glass of iced tea, and let the waitress know that
there would be another person. A few minutes later, she saw Charlene
come in, and discretely waved to get her attention. Charlene came over
and sat down before saying Laurie, it's so nice to see you again. It's
been months since we had time with each other like this."
"Thirteen months, in fact", Laurie answered "Not since Ken died."
Charlene frowned, and said "No, not since then."
Laurie saw the sadness on her friend's face and said "I'm sorry,
Charlene. I guess I shouldn't say things like that, now - but I still
miss him so much!"
Charlene smiled, and answered "No, it's okay - I know how much you two
loved each other. What you had was a whole shitload better than what
I've got, that's for sure!" Charlene wasn't always the most refined
person Laurie knew - but they were friends, and that was what mattered.
"What is it now?" Laurie asked - thinking that she probably already knew
the answer.
"Oh, nothing serious - just that William, that damned husband of mine,
is so busy working his deals that he doesn't have time for me. It's been
damn near two years since he laid me last! If it wasn't for the pool boy
and the new gardener we hired, I don't know WHAT I'd do!"
"Charlene! You really should be more careful about who you go to bed
with! The pool boy? The gardener? What are you going to say for yourself
if Ben ever finds out?"
"I'll say that if he didn't want me screwing the help, he should have
been there to take care of me himself, that's what I'll say. You know,
it's not like the bastard has a mistress, or something on the side -
it's like he doesn't even have a dick, any more! I had a detective
follow him, and the only one's he's screwing is the competition."
"That's all the more reason not to be fooling around on him - if he was
cheating on you, that would be one thing; but to be screwing around on
him... that's something completely different. If one of those guys ever
started talking, and he found out, he could divorce you and not have to
give you a damn thing - then where would you be?"
"Broke and horny!" Charlene laughed - and a few moments later, Laurie
laughed with her.
The rest of their time together was spent catching up on gossip
involving various people that both of them knew.
Back home after her lunch, Laurie found her way back to her bedroom. She
could sympathize with Charlene - it was tough not having a loving
husband to take care of her physical needs. Before he'd died, she and
Ken had had a quite satisfactory (if not always exciting) sex life: they
made love two or three times a week, and he always brought her to orgasm
and left her feeling satisfied and loved when the two of them cuddled
afterwards.
Since his death, she'd felt desires. God! Had she felt desires! But Ken
was gone, and she simply didn't have the - wish? desire? desperation? -
to find some other man to take care of her needs. Part of it was wanting
to remain 'faithful' to him; part was not wanting to do anything that
might cause his friends at the bank to have anything to gossip about -
and perhaps close off one of the few resources she still had available
to her. As Ken's widow, she knew they'd gone out of their way to make
sure she could continue the various health and financial programs he'd
had available.
As she remembered Charlene's words, Laurie felt her own desires again
coming to the surface. Since Ken's death, she'd learned to squash the
passing needs she'd felt - but now, this time, she realized that the
ache in her loins was simply too much to ignore.
A quick glance at her watch confirmed that Melissa and Natalie wouldn't
be home from school for at least another two hours. Her fingers
trembling in desire and anticipation, she unbuttoned her silk blouse and
laid it across the back of the chair at her makeup table, where it was
soon joined by her slacks. As she sat down at the edge of her bed, she
caught sight of herself in the mirror of her makeup table, and saw that
her hardening nipples were denting the thin fabric of her bra. She let
her fingertips trace across her bra's softness, feeling how firm her
breasts still were, how they filled the bra cups - and how her nipples
erected even more. When she got to them, it was like her nipples were
electrified, they responded so quickly, so eagerly to her grazing touch.
Below, she could feel herself getting hotter and wetter between her
thighs as her vagina got the loose, empty feeling that only reminded her
of how long since it had been properly filled. She could feel the oily
wetness building inside her, and decided to take her panties off before
they were stained.
She deliberately let her hands slide along her body as she moved them to
the waistband of her panties, savoring the touch on her smooth and
surprisingly sensitive skin. Slipping her thumbs under the waistband,
she lifted her ass and slid her panties past her hips and on down her
legs, kicking them off to the side when they reached her ankles. Next,
she reached between her breasts and undid the hook holding her bra
closed, feeling the cool air tickling her nipples as she shrugged the
bra off and tossed it over with her panties.
Lying back, she let her hands again start caressing her breasts, this
time without the moderating influence of the bra material to get in the
way. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the feel of her hands on her
breasts - and was mildly surprised to realize that it wasn't much
different from the way Ken had touched her: softly, gently, even
delicately. That though only brought another surge to her already hot
and wet vagina; as she continued her tactile exploration of her breasts
and nipples, she opened her thighs, only to be aroused even further by
the soft air current across her mons and parted labia.
Keeping one hand at her breasts, she traced a path down her body with
the other, delighted and marveling that her belly was still so trim,
even after giving birth to two children. When her hand reached the trim,
narrow wedge of her pubic hair, she let her fingers dance in it for a
few moments, pleased at it's thick softness - Ken had always delighted
in doing this same thing, once telling her "It feels like the fur on a
cat's belly, it's so soft and thick...", to which she'd replied "Well,
it IS my pussy!", making both of them laugh at the bawdy pun.
Further down, her fingers came across the nubbin of her clitoris,
beginning to come out from under its hood. It was a little larger than
most she'd seen - and she'd seen a few; she hadn't been the slightest
bit reluctant to spend time with girls when she'd been younger, and even
after she'd started college.
Moving on, her fingers slid between her vaginal lips. They, too, were
longer than most girls - but thinner, and more delicate, as well. The
area between them was wet, as she'd known it would be; she'd felt
herself getting aroused, her internal oils escaping her. In her youth,
she'd been embarrassed at how copiously she produced her woman's oils -
but the responses she'd gotten from the people she'd been intimate with
soon convinced her that she had nothing to be embarrassed about: all of
them were delighted and fascinated by it, taking - and giving -
considerable pleasure as they tried to lick them all up.
She laid her finger along the furrow of her sex, pressing inward against
her opening, teasing herself slightly. The few times she'd masturbated
since Ken's death, it had been at night, alone in her room after the
girls had gone to bed, and she'd felt the need to keep the resulting
orgasms small and quiet. Now, in the light of day and no one to worry
about, she felt free to bring herself as much pleasure as possible.
She curled her finger, letting the tip of it dip to press slightly
against her entrance, giving herself a small thrill before she continued
on to lightly touch her clitoris. Using the lubrication she'd gotten on
her finger, she started a slow, soft circling of her clit that caused
her to involuntarily spread her legs even farther. She continued to
stroke herself, letting her finger dip down to collect more of her oils
to keep things lubricated - and as she continued, she could feel herself
getting more and more aroused; her breasts felt harder and tighter on
her chest, her areolas crinkled and puckered, pushing her nipples out
even farther. Below, she could feel her vaginal lips getting longer and
thicker as blood flowed into them as a result of her increasing desire;
she was so wet inside that she could feel a small, faint trickle of her
juices starting to wind its way between her ass cheeks. She waited as
long as she could before finally giving in to the temptation to slide a
finger inside herself - and unconsciously released a sigh of pleasure
and relief when she did.
In just a few seconds, she was sliding it in and out, teasing herself to
an even higher level of desire; and when she could stand it no longer,
added a second finger, and increased the speed and force that she was
using to finger-fuck herself. That increased her passion even more, and
brought her even closer to the full-blown orgasm that she'd denied
herself for so long - but it wasn't quite enough. Vaguely frustrated,
she added a third finger, her hand almost a blur as she all but pounded
her pussy with the rigid digits
Still, it wasn't enough, and she pulled her hand from between her thighs
to use her fingers on her clitoris again - something that ratcheted her
desire even higher as it singularly failed to bring her the relief she
so desperately sought.
Then, seemingly from nowhere, she felt a hot, thick tongue start licking
her - from the crease of her ass to where her fingers were busily
dancing on her clit. She paused a moment, stunned at the pleasure of it,
when it happened again - then again, and still again. She could feel
herself responding, and only with difficulty managed to open her eyes to
see who was doing such an incredible job of eating her pussy - only to
see Tojo standing between her parted thighs, eagerly licking the hot,
slick oils she was producing in even greater quantities.
"Tojo! No!" she managed to say - but neither loudly, nor forcefully
enough to make him listen.
A second effort was even less successful - due, in part, to the way her
hips and pelvis had started lifting off the bed in response to Tojo's
enthusiastic efforts.
She didn't manage a third try - the attempt died in her throat, choked
off by a gasp at the incredible pleasure Tojo was giving her. Letting
her head fall back on the bed, she pulled her hand out of the way, and
wasn't surprised - indeed, felt delighted - when Tojo expanded his
efforts to include her fully-erect clitoris. With both hands on her
breasts, she started pinching and pulling on her nipples as Tojo's
strong tongue brought her closer and closer to the orgasm she'd sought.
With her increasing passion, her labia parted even more, making it
possible for the dog's slick, flexible tongue to slip between them,
slightly pressing against her eager opening.
In just a couple more minutes, Laurie was holding her ass off the bed,
spreading her legs as far as she could, holding herself open to the
incredible pleasures of her canine benefactor. Tojo didn't do any of the
little tricks that Ken had liked; instead, he just kept licking and
licking and licking and licking and licking and licking...
.. until he licked her right over the edge, and into the deep chasm of
an orgasm stronger than Laurie could remember having in a LONG time. But
the comparison didn't occur to her until later - at the time, she was
simply too busy gasping and groaning and all but screaming her joy as
wave after wave of pleasure and release spasmed through her.
When it was over, she could only lay there, panting; she didn't even
have the strength to try to tell Tojo to stop - but he eventually did,
anyway. Licking his chops in obvious relish, she could have sworn he had
a mischievous grin on his face when he finally stepped back, then turned
and padded out of the room.
It was several minutes before Laurie could given any thought to the idea
of getting up and moving; and a couple more past that until she could
actually make it happen. Even then, she was shaky and weak-kneed as she
made her way to her bathroom to clean up and get dressed again before
the girls got home. It was as she was washing off the combination of her
own juices and Tojo's saliva that she felt a sense of shame at having
let him do that to her. But the shame was mixed with the pleasure she'd
felt, and the power of the orgasm she'd just experienced.
When she finished drying off, she was still weak from her experience -
but steady. She got dressed again in the same bra, different panties,
and a pair of soft cotton walking shorts and shirt.
She was in the kitchen going through the mail when Melissa and Natalie
got home from school. Melissa had gotten one of the teen magazines she
subscribed to, and Natalie had gotten what could only be a birthday card
from Laurie's parents. Ken's parents had died shortly after she'd
married him; the bridge they'd been driving across during a rainstorm
had washed out, causing the drowning deaths of both.
Natalie quickly opened the envelope, and as expected, it was from
Laurie's folks. It wished her a happy 15th birthday - still two days off
- and included a crisp, new $20 bill, along with a short letter.
Both girls thanked her, and drifted off toward their rooms. Each had her
own room, and they shared a common bathroom; something that still
occasioned brief arguments as to whether one or the other of them had
been in it for too long.
All that was left was a couple of small bills, and a letter from another
of Laurie's long-time friends, Tanya. She opened Tanya's letter and
started reading - and soon discovered that even Tanya was having man
problems. Her husband of ten years had been putting off a visit to the
doctor for a pain he'd been having. It finally got bad enough that Tanya
had been able to talk him into going in - and it had almost been too
late. It turned out that her husband, Warren, had prostate cancer. The
doctors had caught it barely in time; if he'd put off seeing them even
another couple of weeks, they said, there wouldn't have been anything
they could have done for him. As it was, he'd still had to undergo
surgery, and had several months of various therapies ahead of him. Worst
of all, the surgery they'd done had left him impotent: in the effort to
make sure they had all the cancer out of him, the doctors had had to
take some tissue that made it possible for him to get erections. The
only bright spot was that the survival rate for his cancer was a lot
better than it had been even a few years earlier - he stood a pretty
good chance of living to a respectable age.
Tanya was heartbroken at what the surgery had done to Warren. Both of
them still loved each other tremendously - so much so, in fact, that it
had been Warren that had said that since he couldn't make love with her
any more, and as young as she still was, he thought they should get a
divorce so she could find another man that could 'keep her happy' as
he'd put it. They'd tried to talk about it, but Warren was adamant: he
wouldn't be happy if she had lovers - people would eventually find out,
he'd said - and she was just as insistent that she didn't WANT another
husband; she loved Warren will all her heart, and wanted to spend the
rest of her life with him, no matter what.
Laurie finished the letter and just sat there, thinking about the
troubles that the three of them had when Natalie came into the kitchen
to ask about supper. Not wanting take-out - they'd had too much of that,
of late - and not wanting to fuss with anything more complicated, she
suggested they have a cookout in the back yard. Natalie thought that
sounded great, and went to tell her sister; when she was gone, Laurie
had the thought that it would also give her a chance to properly thank
Tojo for what he'd done for her that afternoon - a couple of small
burgers would please him tremendously. She still felt a little guilty
for letting him lick her to an orgasm like that - but that didn't get in
the way of wanting to thank him for the results.
She went outside and dumped some charcoal into the grill, added a splash
of fluid, and lit it. She watched for a few moments, and decided when
the coal would be ready. Back inside the house, she got out the buns for
the burgers and toasted them after adding a bit of garlic salt, then
added some crumbled bacon to the hamburger meat before separating it out
and forming it into patties. From there, it didn't take long for her to
get the rest of the meal ready - toppings for the burgers, chips,
condiments, and so on.
As if on cue, Melissa and Natalie showed up in the kitchen and helped
carry everything outside, where Laurie saw that the coals were almost
perfect. She got the burgers on the grill, and at the first sizzle, Tojo
came out to join them, finding a place to sit near the grill. That was
perfectly normal for him, but it was still amusing, particularly to
Melissa and Natalie, to see his single-minded concentration on the
cooking food.
While the girls got their patio table ready for supper, Laurie
discretely broke up one of the burgers, and fed the pieces to Tojo - who
gratefully accepted them. When the table was ready, Natalie went inside
and prepared drinks for all of them - iced tea by unanimous vote.
When the burgers were done, Laurie moved them to a small hand towel to
soak up the surplus grease before moving them to a plate and taking them
over to the table where the girls were waiting - guarded and accompanied
by an attentive Tojo.
Each of them built her sandwich to taste, leaving one patty behind. As
they ate, each of them would break off a small piece of it and toss it
to Tojo, who - unsurprisingly - never failed to catch it.
When the meal was over, Natalie took the dishes inside while Melissa
cleaned up the leftovers through the simple method of feeding them - all
but the onions, which she knew were bad for dogs and cats - to Tojo.
That left Laurie free to sit back and enjoy the cool early evening
weather. When the girls were done, both of them came back outside, and
soon got into a game of 'keep away' with Tojo, tossing his favorite toy
- a full-size football that he carried in his mouth so that it looked
like he was smoking an uncommonly round cigar - back and forth. Laurie
never failed to be amazed at how gentle and friendly the dog was with
them, when she knew how fiercely protective he could be. A few years
before, a burglar had gotten into their house while they were away for
the weekend. When they got home Sunday afternoon, they found him huddled
in a corner, shaking in fear as Tojo sat a few feet away, watching him.
The burglar had literally pleaded with them to call the police, so that
he could get away from the dog. They did, and as they waited, they
learned that the burglar had made his entry late the previous Friday,
only to be cornered almost immediately by Tojo. Any time he'd tried to
move from where Tojo had found him, the dog would growl - "sounded like
it was coming all the way from his tail!" the crook had declared - and
rise to his feet. The guy had seen Tojo lay down and sleep every so
often, but every time he'd even changed position, Tojo had come awake
and growled at him again.
When the police had arrived, Ken had told Tojo to sit in a different
place; the dog had obeyed without question, waiting patiently as the
police took custody of the crook. The cops had watched him closely, but
all he'd done had been sit there, his tongue hanging out, apparently as
friendly as could be. The burglar had confessed to his crime to the cops
- as though it had been necessary - three times: once in the house,
again on the way to the station, and the third time in court;
apparently, his experience with the dog had helped him see the error of
his ways.
In any event, Tojo finally managed to get his ball back, and had his own
fun keeping the girls from getting it back. Their play ended with the
two of them rolling him onto his back for a session of tummy-rubbing and
-scratching.
When the girls went back inside, Tojo came over and rested his head on
Laurie's leg, and she absent-mindedly rubbed his ears and petted him as
she thought about what she'd heard from Charlene and Tanya.
It finally sank in that she could feel a tickling sensation on her leg.
When she looked, she saw that Tojo was in doggy heaven under her touch,
and drooling profusely - it was his dog slobber that had finally pooled
enough to start running down her leg. She couldn't help laughing at the
sight of him - her big, fierce protector - off in never-never land,
slobbering all over her leg. At the sound of her voice, Tojo came back
from wherever his mind had been, and stood up. She leaned over to give
him a good chest-scratching, and didn't object when he licked her face
in thanks.
She went back inside, and found the girls curled up in their favorite
chairs, studying for school the next day. Each had her own desk and
bookshelves, but they liked studying in the living room, for some
reason. "Well, at least they do their homework in their rooms", she
thought to herself.
She picked up the book she'd started - some trashy romance novel - and
started reading as the girls studied. She knew that she could turn the
stereo or TV on and it wouldn't both them in the slightest, but the
quiet in the house was actually rather nice.
The next couple of hours passed quietly; every so often, one of them
would get up for a bathroom break, or to freshen up their drink, but no
words were exchanged. Laurie had finished a chapter in her book when she
noticed the time: it was a little past the bedtime the girls had while
school was in session. She pointed that out to them, and both got up and
headed for their rooms without argument - pausing only long enough to
give her a kiss on the cheek along the way. Laurie turned on the TV to
catch the news and weather, and when they were done, shut it off and
headed back to her own bed. Tojo found his place at the entrance to the
hallway to the girl's rooms - a spot that seemed to meet his need to
protect them, while still being available to come to Laurie's aid, if
required. As she passed him, she told him "Good night, Tojo"; he lifted
his head and wagged his tail a few times in reply.
Laurie woke up with a start, her heart pounding slightly in her chest.
She listened for a few moments, but couldn't hear anything that might
have wakened her. A look at the clock on her nightstand told her that it
was only 1:12 in the morning. She laid there for a few minutes,
listening again to see if anything was going on in the house, but no
sound reached her ears. She suddenly realized that if anything HAD been
going on, Tojo would have let ALL of them know about it with his
barking. She threw the bedcovers back, and then stood up before grabbing
her robe to cover her nakedness - she and Ken had slept nude their
entire married life, and it was a habit that she simply had no interest
in breaking now that he was gone.
The sash tied snugly around her waist, she opened her door and padded
her way down the short hall that led to the living room; almost
everything else in the house branched off from there. When she got
there, she was surprised to see that Tojo had apparently found himself a
different spot - he was absent from where he'd been when she went to
bed. She started that way, and was almost at the entrance when she saw
him again - he was sitting outside Natalie's room, awake and alert, but
not alerted. As she got closer to him, he turned his head to look at her
and licked his chops, but didn't do anything more. As a puppy, he'd
pushed his way through enough unlatched doors that they'd had to
undertake a special project: teaching him NOT to go through doors that
weren't already open enough for him to fit through. After being scolded
enough times, he'd ultimately learned. His entrance into Laurie's room
earlier had simply been the result of her failing to close her door at
all.
When she was close enough, she could see that the door to Natalie's room
wasn't fully closed; she started to reach for the handle when she heard
Natalie's voice saying "I don't know about this..."
She hesitated, and heard Melissa's voice answer "It's okay, Nat. Didn't
it feel good when I did it to you?"
"Sure it did! You know that!"
"Then why don't you want to do it to me?"
"It just seems kinda... I don't know... weird."
"But if I did it to you and it was okay, then why would it be weird if
you do it to me?"
"I don't know - it just is."
There was a brief pause before Laurie heard Melissa ask "Okay, would it
be better if we did it together?"
"Yeah, I guess..."
"Let's do that, then. Come on, Nat - I helped you have an orgasm, don't
you think it's fair you help ME have one, too?"
That question was enough to make Laurie realize what must have woken her
up - the undoubtedly faint cries as Natalie climaxed; apparently with
Melissa's help and encouragement.
She moved a little closer to the door, and using a decorative mirror
Natalie had hanging on the wall, got a look into the room - where she
saw the two of them sitting side-by-side on Natalie's bed, naked. She
hadn't seen either of them in anything less than a bikini in a number of
years; it took her breath away to look at them now...
From doing laundry, Laurie knew that Melissa was wearing 32-B bras - but
it was a considerable difference between knowing it in her mind, and
seeing the bust those bras were designed to fit. Melissa's nipples and
areolas were small and dark, like her own - and the breasts they capped
were noticeably younger and firmer. Melissa's young body was smooth, and
firm from the various athletics that she enjoyed; her skin clear, and
blemish-free. Between her parted thighs, Laurie could see that Melissa's
pubic thatch was as dark as what was on her head; but not yet thick or
large enough to fully cover her young mound - and parting it were the
thin lips of her vagina, slightly separated, the area between them dark
pink and glistening.
Next to her, Laurie could see Natalie - as pale as Melissa was dark.
Laurie could easily imagine what Ken's sister must have looked like at
that age...
Gathering her wits again, Laurie looked at her youngest daughter more
closely. Again, the 30-A bras she washed didn't begin to prepare her for
the sight of the daughter that wore them - each breast was the size of
half an orange, capped with a dark pink areola and erect nipple. That
sight only confirmed what Laurie had thought - it must have been the
noises of Natalie's release that woke her up. Looking again, Laurie was
oddly pleased to see that Natalie's slender body was indeed developing
the soft curves that would be her heritage as a woman. Further down,
Laurie saw that her daughter was indeed a 'natural blonde' - the small
tuft of pubic hair she had was an incredibly pale blonde, and had only
grown enough to cover perhaps half her mons. Even that, though, was
enough to make the sight of her naked body incredibly erotic. As with
Melissa, Natalie's legs had parted enough to reveal her inner lips; they
were dark and thick, the area between clearly wet, obviously from the
orgasm she'd had with her sister's help.
It was what that help had been that kept Laurie at the door, watching
them. Had Melissa simply talked her younger sister through the process
of masturbating herself to orgasm? Or, as Laurie suspected, had the help
been more direct - as in Melissa being the one to bring Natalie to
climax? The third possibility - one that concerned Laurie, but didn't
particularly worry her - was that Melissa's help had been even more
personal; personal to the point of using not just her hand, but her
mouth and tongue to bring Natalie off.
As Laurie watched, each of the girls snaked a hand between the other's
thighs and began using her fingers to caress her sister's mound. Over
the next couple of minutes, those hands became more insistent as each of
the girls began tracing the folds of her sister's pussy, even to the
point of letting a finger dip briefly inward. "Okay", Laurie thought to
herself, "It's just touching so far. I'll sit down with them in the next
couple of days and we'll have a little talk. I'm not going to mess them
up like my folks did with me; I'm just going to let them know that too
much of anything isn't good." She'd long before had The Talk with them,
and knew that both girls knew the general mechanics behind how babies
were made. Both had long since started having periods.
Both of them were breathing heavily, and Laurie could easily see that
both sets of breasts proudly sported erect nipples. As she watched,
Laurie couldn't help remembering her own girl-girl experiments, and felt
herself getting aroused all over again.
She was about to turn away from the door and go back to bed when she
heard something that chilled her: Melissa's voice, saying "You don't
have to be so careful, Nat - you can put your finger as far inside me as
you want to."
Laurie turned back to look into the room, and saw that Melissa had
apparently been speaking the truth: from the way Natalie was able to
slide a finger into her sister, Laurie didn't doubt for a moment that
Melissa's hymen was gone. Melissa? Fucking? So soon? She was only
fifteen, for Goodness' sake! But the apparent truth of it was right
there in front of her: Natalie was industriously sliding not one, but
TWO fingers in and out of her older sister's wet channel.
Stunned, Laurie turned away again, and quietly made her way back to her
room. Once in bed again, she lay there thinking about what she'd just
heard and witnessed; her own arousal, and the wetness between her
thighs, forgotten.
Over the next couple of days, Laurie thought long and hard - she was far
less troubled by what she'd seen, than by what she'd heard. Melissa, not
a virgin any more... Sure, it had to happen, sooner or later - but at
fifteen? And to be so matter-of-fact about it....
It was Friday night, and Laurie was home alone. Melissa and Natalie had
both gone off with friends to a local place that had a small amusement
arcade, dining area, and a few other amenities suitable for young
people. Laurie had stopped by the place a few times when the girls had
been there - not that she didn't trust them, but more that she just
wanted to be sure. She'd played it cool, and hadn't waved or done
anything to indicate that she'd either seen them, or that she was their
mother - she could remember how often her own parents had embarrassed
her with her friends at that age. In return, they didn't complain about
it; she didn't know that both of them were actually secretly pleased
that she cared enough about them to want to make sure the places they
went to were okay.
Both girls had a later curfew because of the weekend; because of the
closeness of their ages, Natalie's 10:30 was only a half hour earlier
than Melissa's.
Laurie was sitting in the living room when Natalie got home a few
minutes before the deadline. She started toward her room, and Laurie
said "After you change, could you come out here? I think we all need to
have a talk when Melissa gets home."
Surprised, but unconcerned, Natalie nodded her understanding. A few
minutes later, she came out, wearing the oversized football jersey she
favored for wearing to bed. The two of them sat in the living room,
watching one of the late-night comedians until Melissa got home twenty
minutes later. Laurie asked her, too, to come out so they could have a
talk after she changed clothes. Melissa voiced her agreement, and came
out wearing panties and one of her father's old tee-shirts.
With both of them seated and watching her, Laurie turned off the TV and
sat there a few moments to collect her thoughts. Taking a deep breath,
she finally told them "Both of you remember the talk we had when you
were younger - about how babies are made, and all that."
Both girls nodded, and Laurie went on "When we talked, I explained to
you how it was for me when I was that age - how scared and ashamed I was
the first time I had a period, and how Gramma told me that that was the
'burden' I had for being a girl; how it would happen every month until I
got too old. Poppa couldn't even talk to me about it, he was so
embarrassed. It wasn't until I got to middle school and we had the
health classes that I learned what was really happening to me. That was
why I talked to each of you before you had your first period, so that
you wouldn't feel as scared as I did. And that's why Daddy and I took
all of us out to dinner when it happened the first time for you - so
you'd know that it wasn't something to be ashamed of, either."
Again, both girls nodded, and Laurie told them "Well, I think it's time
that I talked to you about something else, too. When I was growing up,
it was considered a really bad thing for one girl to kiss or touch
another girl - at least, not to do it in any way that she couldn't do in
public. And it was thought that a 'good' girl didn't have 'feelings' - I
mean, sexual feelings. And even if she did, she SURE didn't do anything
about them - either with anyone else, or by herself."
Melissa and Natalie were both watching her closely, and Laurie continued
"So when I was growing up, I had a lot of different things happening to
my body that I really didn't understand - and worse, I had a lot of
thoughts and feelings that I was ashamed of. But as I got a little
older, I got the chance to learn some things - that the things that were
happening to my body were perfectly normal, and that the feelings and
thoughts I was having were normal, too. I was off at camp one summer
when one of the older girls helped me finally find out what it was like
to make myself feel good - really good. So good that I had my first
orgasm, ever."
Laurie gave the girls a small smile and said "I didn't stop with just
one. By the time I got home, I must have had dozens of them - and each
one was a little better than the last. And after I got home, I kept
doing it. Then, one night, my best friend Michelle was sleeping over
with me. We were talking, and of course we got to the subject of sex.
The next thing I knew, I was showing her what I'd only just learned -
and she was finding out for herself just how good it felt. It wasn't
long after that that we got the idea of finding out if it felt as good
if we did it to each other. It did; maybe even better. Once we found
that out, we just kept experimenting with each other, trying to find out
what we liked and didn't like, what felt good and what didn't. I
honestly don't remember whose idea it was, but we finally even went so
far as to try using our mouths on each other - and that was the best,
yet."
Both girls were looking at her in absolute amazement, and Laurie just
kept on.
"After we discovered how much pleasure we could give each other, the
next step was to try and figure out what it might be like with a guy -
and our touches went from being strictly on the outside, to going inside
a little bit, too. I think you know what I mean."
Without realizing they were doing it, Melissa and Natalie both nodded
that they did. Laurie saw it, but didn't say anything about it, telling
them instead "Neither one of us lost our interest in guys - we still
talked and drooled about the cute ones, and put down the bad ones. By
the time we were able to start going out on single dates, the time we
were spending together only made it easier for us to resist doing
anything with the boys we went out with - we knew that we could feel
good with each other, instead. But of course, it finally happened, and
one night, she let a boy have sex with her. I guess I loved her, because
I simply couldn't get over the idea that she'd let a boy put his penis
inside her, and squirt his stuff there - the same place that I'd used my
mouth and hand and fingers. I didn't want to do anything like that with
her for a while - in fact, by the time I got over it, we'd grown too far
apart, and our friendship ended. It was a couple of years later that I
finally lost my own cherry, and discovered what I'd been missing out on.
Yeah, I still liked having fun with girls - but guys were SO much
better!"
Natalie and Melissa were both attentive as Laurie went on "When I got to
college, I had plenty of chances to have fun with other girls. Even
after Daddy and I met, I still spent time with some of the girls in the
dorm - at least, until Daddy and I got married; since then, it's been -
was - just me and him."
The girls just sat there quietly for a couple of minutes before Melissa
asked "Why are you telling us all this, Mom?"
Gathering her courage, Laurie stood up and took off the light cotton
nightshirt she'd been wearing, revealing that she had nothing on
underneath it before sitting down again to tell them "I told you about
all that - and I'm showing you what I look like - so that you know that
you don't have to be afraid or ashamed of what's happening with your
bodies. I want you to know that the things that are happening to you,
and the thought and feelings you're having, are the same ones I had at
your age. I want you to know that I'm here for you whenever you have a
question, or you're not sure about something. Whether it's a feeling or
though, or something that happens to you, I want you to know that I love
you, and I'm not going to be mad or upset or anything if you want to
come to me about it. You're my daughters, and I love both of you more
than anything else in the world - and I always will, no matter what."
Laurie sat there, outwardly calm - but terribly afraid inside - as her
daughters looked at her; not just at her face, but her entire body.
When they were done, she cleared her throat, and both girls moved their
eyes to her face - blushing slightly with the realization that she knew
they'd been looking at her, and WHERE they'd been looking.
Laurie just smiled, and said "It's okay - really. I took my clothes off
so you COULD look, and see that even though I'm your mom, I'm really not
that much different than you; just older."
Both girls smiled at that, and Laurie continued "I told you about what
it was like for me when I was growing up so you'd know that you don't
have to be ashamed or embarrassed to want to learn about your body - and
even make yourself feel good. And that it's perfectly normal for you to
wonder what it's like to feel good with someone else, like another girl.
I hope that you'll wait before you start having sex with boys, but
that's something YOU have to decide - and if you do start having sex
with boys, I want you to know that I'll still love you. If you want to
come to me to talk about it, I'll be more than happy to listen, and if
you're interested, I can tell you what I think - or not." - the last
earning her small laughs from the girls before she added "The most
important thing to me is that you're safe. After that, I want you to be
happy and secure, and know that I love you, and always will."
Laurie sat there, watching the girls as they thought over everything
that she'd said to them. After a while, she told them "I think that's
probably enough for tonight, it's time for all of us to be going to
bed", before standing up.
Both of them stood, too; Natalie came over to give her a hug and kiss
before turning to head for her bedroom. Melissa hung back a little bit,
and when Natalie was out of sight, asked "Uh, can we talk a minute,
Mom?"
"If you want to, honey."
Laurie moved to sit down again, and Melissa did the same. When both of
them were seated, Melissa said "There's, uh, something I think I need to
tell you."
Laurie felt as though her heart skipped a couple of beats, but she
managed to calmly ask "What's that?"
"I, uh, I'm.. I'm not a virgin, any more."
"Was it anybody I know?" Laurie asked, afraid of either answer.
"Oh, no, it wasn't like that!" Melissa exclaimed.
"What happened, then?"
"I was, uh, kind of um, experimenting one night, right after we had to
move here. I'd had a finger inside before, and it felt pretty good, so I
was kind of wondering, you know, what it would feel like, so I was using
the handle of my hairbrush to kind of get an idea of what a guy might be
like. I was sitting up against my headboard, pushing myself back with my
legs while I was moving the brush around when my foot slipped. I slid
down a little bit, but my hand kind of caught in the sheets, and I felt
something inside me tear. The next thing I knew, I was bleeding inside.
I was really scared, and went into the bathroom, but there wasn't
anything I could really do except take a shower and try to wash myself
out. By the time I was done, the bleeding had pretty much stopped, and
that was when I realized that I must have broken my hymen. The next
morning, I was sore inside, but it really didn't hurt or anything. The
morning after that, it was a little better. A couple more days, and I
couldn't even tell it happened - except that I knew it did."
Laurie nodded, not letting her relief show as Melissa told her "Anyway,
after that, I started touching myself again - masturbating - and when I
finally got brave enough to put a finger inside, I found out that I
could put it all the way in - and it felt pretty good. Since then, I've
been doing myself like that a lot."
With a nervous glance at Laurie, Melissa added "I, uh, kinda showed
Natalie how to masturbate, too. And we've been touching each other."
Laurie told her "I'm sorry you hurt yourself like that by accident, and
that you didn't think you could come to me for help. But it's done and
over with. As for masturbating, well, everybody does it, whether they
admit it or not. As long as you don't do it so much that you hurt
yourself or it becomes too important to you, I don't see anything wrong
with it. I guess there's nothing wrong with showing Natalie how to make
herself feel good; it was something she would have learned, anyway.
Touching each other is okay, too - as long as neither one of you is
forcing the other one."
"Does... does wanting to touch Natalie and have her touch me mean I'm
lesbian? Even though I still think about guys?" Melissa asked,
nervously.
Laurie smiled and answered "No, of course not. You're young, and you
want to find out what feels good for you. And you love Natalie, and want
her to feel good, too. There's nothing wrong with that. Like I said, as
long as you're both doing it because you WANT to, you aren't hurting
anyone. And as long as you're thinking about guys, and what it might
feel like to make love with one, then you're certainly not a lesbian -
at worst, you're simply what they call 'bisexual', which means that you
like boys AND girls. And even if you find out that you don't like to
make love with a guy, and only want to make love with another woman,
that's not such a bad thing. Girls can be fun, too!"
Visibly relieved, Melissa grinned, and said "Yeah, I guess so - at
least, Natalie is!"
Laurie laughed, and asked "Was that it? Or was there something else,
too?"
"No, that was all - I just wanted you to know what happened to me, was
all. You're not upset?"
"Not in the slightest", Laurie answered, "except for the pain it caused
you. Sometimes something like that happens, and a girl breaks her hymen
while she's young, like you are. It's not the end of the world, by a
long shot."
Melissa smiled, and stood up, followed by Laurie. They stepped toward
each other, and hugged while Melissa said "Thanks, Mom".
"I'm glad I could help, dear. Now, you'd better get to bed - tomorrow
will be here before you know it."
Melissa gave her mother another quick hug, then turned and headed for
her bedroom. Still naked, Laurie picked up the nightshirt she'd taken
off, and carrying it in her hand, made her way to her own bed. There,
she quickly fell asleep, relieved to learn that her oldest daughter
wasn't involved with boys yet - that she'd broken her maidenhead by
accident while masturbating, of all things. The very idea of it brought
a smile to Laurie's face as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, both girls were a trifle subdued at breakfast. Laurie
knew that she'd still have to show them that she was serious about what
she'd said the night before - despite the talk she and Melissa had had
afterwards.
In the following weeks, Laurie contrived to find a number of ways to oh-
so-discretely let them know she meant what she'd said. From letting them
come into her bedroom to find her in varying stages of (un)dress, to
even letting them stay up late with her to watch a movie with a hard 'R'
rating while she wore only her panties - knowing full well that they'd
be able to see her erect nipples, and any dampness at the crotch of her
panties, even if they couldn't smell her arousal. They were tentative
and timid at first, but soon began to take her lessons to heart. Things
improved considerably when school let out - they came home one afternoon
to find her laying out in the back yard, getting a tan. An all-over tan,
since she was completely naked; trusting the high fence to keep out any
prying eyes, and Tojo to keep out any prying neighbors. When the girls
saw her, she let them look for a few moments before 'noticing' them -
and inviting them to join her. Both hesitated a few moments, then after
sharing a look, went inside. They re-appeared a couple of minutes later,
as naked as she was, and quickly spread their beach towels to take
places next to her. Each of them got help from the other two in applying
sunscreen - and all three were quietly thrilled to touch, and be touched
by, the others.
Along the way, she sometimes heard one or the other - or even both - of
them cry out their pleasure. However it was happening, she didn't ask;
nor did she indicate that she was even aware of it.
Too, the girls both became more relaxed about wearing whatever was
comfortable to them. At different times, she saw them wearing anything
from just a bra and panties, to nothing at all. The sight of their young
bodies invariably reminded her of her own adventures and experiences,
and several times she had to wait for the opportunity to find her own
self release. The second time Tojo came in to offer his assistance, she
argued with herself about it before giving in; the third time he
appeared, she didn't even hesitate.
Afterwards, she had to admit to herself that the resulting orgasms were
far superior to what she was able to achieve without his attentions. She
didn't feel guilty for what she was letting him do, but she wasn't
entirely comfortable with it, either. It escaped her attention that her
level of discomfort was slowly fading away with each passing day.
It was late summer when Laurie got a letter in the mail from the bank.
Wondering what it could be, she took it into the kitchen to read as she
had a cup of coffee. After tearing the envelope open and getting the
letter out, she started to read - and felt her heart grow cold. The bank
was cutting her and the girls off from all the insurance programs!
Medical, dental, glasses - all of it! Laurie thought to herself "Damn,
damn, damn, DAMN! If they had to go out and buy that kind of coverage,
instead of getting the discounted rates through the bank, it would cost
a fortune! Sure, the income from Ken's stock in the bank was a tidy
amount, but it wasn't anywhere near enough to make up for this kind of
expense! Damn them, anyway!"
Reading the letter again, she began to realize that their reasons were a
bit on the thin side, thinking "Sure, the stock is down a little - but
I'm still managing okay! Fine, they got a new V.P. - but is he really
senior enough to insist on cutting me off like this? They all know how
hard Ken worked! And they promised I could stay on the insurance,
dammit!"
But their promise had been made right after Ken's funeral, and nobody
had thought to put it in writing. "So the bottom line is, I'm screwed",
Laurie thought to herself "Great, I didn't even get kissed first. Well,
at least they gave me six months before the cut me off completely."
She was still trying to think of what she was going to do after supper
that night. It was a nice night, and she and the girls were sitting in
the living room watching TV in just their panties when Laurie heard
Melissa ask "Mom? Is something wrong?"
"Why do you ask, honey?"
"Well, you just seem kind of, well, out of it tonight. At supper, I
asked for the salt, and you handed me the sugar. And now you're just
sitting there, all zoned out. I had to talk to you twice before you
answered."
"I'm sorry, dear. I got a letter today, and it wasn't good news. I'm
just trying to figure out what to do about it, is all."
Natalie spoke up then, telling her "Mom, you told us that we could come
to you if we had a problem, and that you'd still love us. Is it okay to
tell you that you can talk to us, too? And that we'll still love YOU?"
The question, and the honest affection in Natalie's tone, warmed
Laurie's heart before she answered "Of course it's okay, honey - and
thank you for reminding me."
Laurie got up from the chair she was sitting and went over to where
Melissa and Natalie were sitting in front of the couch. When they saw
that she wanted to sit between them, they scooted apart to make room for
her; then when she sat down, they moved back to nestle against her sides
as she put an arm around each of them.
"Until now", she told them, "We've had insurance through the bank
because of Daddy's job - even after he died. That insurance helped pay
for stuff like visits to the doctor, going to the dentist, and things
like that. It also helped pay for any medicines we needed - like the
pills you had to take when you got that infection last year, Natalie.
Those pills cost almost five dollars each, but because of the insurance
we had, WE only had to pay about fifty cents of that; the insurance
company paid the rest. Remember when you fell off your bike and broke
your arm, Melissa? Well, the insurance company paid for the visit to the
hospital, the doctor, the cast, and everything else when that happened.
The letter I got today was from the bank, and they told me that they
were going to have to stop our insurance. They could have stopped it
after Daddy died, but they were nice, and said we could still use it.
Well, they've got new people working at the bank, and the bank isn't
making as much money as it used to, so they decided that they couldn't
afford to pay for our insurance any more. They're trying to be nice
about it, and they said that they won't actually stop it for another six
months; but after that, we have to take of it ourselves. The problem is
that insurance like that is kind of expensive - which is one of the
reasons the bank doesn't want to pay ours any more. But because it's
expensive, it's something that WE can't pay for, either - at least, not
with the money we get. So that's the reason I'm kind of distracted
tonight: I'm trying to figure out how we can get insurance that isn't
going to cost too much."
From the expressions on their faces, Laurie knew that Natalie and
Melissa both had at least a rudimentary understanding of the problem. So
she wasn't surprised when she felt them shift around a bit so they could
put their arms around her to try and comfort her - much the same way
she'd done to try and comfort THEM when they were younger. The thought
started to bring tears to her eyes, until she felt Melissa, then
Natalie, each hesitantly move a hand up to cover one of her breasts.
Although surprised, she still remembered not to react too quickly to
this new event. Instead, she asked Natalie "What are you doing that for,
honey?"
Natalie looked up at her, sadly, and said "When Melissa or I are feeling
sad, we like to hold each other like this. That's okay, isn't it?"
"Of course it is, dear."
"Then if its okay for us, isn't it okay to hold you like this, too?"
The honesty and simple logic of the question didn't escape Laurie - and
it didn't take her long to decide that it WAS okay.
"Yes, dear, it is", she answered.
With that simple statement, both girls snuggled a bit closer and shifted
position slightly - making Laurie realize that they fully expected that
she would want to hold THEIR breasts, too. After all, she'd told them
that it was okay to touch each other, and that it was okay for them to
touch her - why wouldn't they expect her to touch them, in return?
Putting an arm around each of them, she found that they were situated
almost perfectly for her to cup a breast in each hand. When she did, the
feel of their smooth, firm mammaries caused her nipples to erect
slightly - something she knew the girls HAD to be able to feel. What
surprised her, though, was when she felt the nipple in each of her hands
start to harden in apparent response.
Melissa's breast, of course, filled her hand better than did Natalie's -
but the difference was slight. Both breasts were smooth under her touch,
warm and firm. She felt her own nipples harden a little more - something
that was soon mirrored in their breasts, as well. Then Natalie's hand
shifted slightly as she started tracing the curve of her mother's
breast, testing its weight and firmness, examining it with her fingers.
That only made Laurie's nipples harden still more, and a few moments
later, she felt Melissa begin her own tactile exam of the breast she was
holding. With that, another thought entered Laurie's mind: that the
girls had probably only touched each other - and that both were curious
to know what a woman's breasts felt like, as compared to their own, and
each other's.
Looking down at them, she saw that both of them were a trifle nervous,
apparently concerned that she might object to what they were doing. She
smiled at them and said "Its okay, girls. If you want to find out what I
feel like, then go ahead."
Both of them blushed faintly, but continued their examination of her -
and even becoming bold enough to stroke her softly and gently pinch her
nipples. In return, she did much the same to them, and it wasn't long
before there were three sets of hard, fully erect nipples in the room -
and the sound of soft panting as all three found themselves becoming
aroused at what was happening.
Several minutes passed before Melissa let her hand fall away from
Laurie's breast. Laurie turned to look at her, and Melissa hesitantly
asked "Mom, when we're sad and we cuddle like this, we usually kind of,
uh, kiss and, um, touch each other to feel better." At her voice,
Natalie, too, stopped what she was doing so she could listen.
Laurie thought it over for a moment and asked "Are you asking if it's
okay if you do that with me, too?"
Natalie spoke up, saying "Uh, well, if it's okay, and you don't mind..."
Laurie turned to tell her "No, I don't mind at all - in fact, I think
I'd like that", with a smile.
Both girls got pleased expressions on their faces, and Melissa told her
"We're usually laying down when we cuddle."
Laurie nodded her understanding, and let the girls guide her over and
down so that she way lying on the floor in front of the couch, a small
cushion for a pillow. Both of them quickly moved closer, and lowered
their heads to hers. Looking up at them, she could see that they were
still a bit nervous, and she smiled in reassurance. Both smiled back
before Natalie lowered her head to give her mother a kiss on the lips -
soft, and chaste. She was followed by Melissa, who did the same. As they
were looking down at her, Laurie felt their hands return to her breasts
again, and softly sighed at their gentle, loving touch.
Natalie lowered her head for another kiss; it was still soft and chaste,
but lasted a bit longer than the first. Melissa then did the same before
it was Natalie's turn again. Over the next couple of minutes, Laurie
kissed each of her daughters several times, and each kiss lasted a bit
longer than the previous one. Before long, she was kissing one or the
other of them almost continuously as she felt their hands softly
caressing her breasts. At one point, Melissa told her "Mom? It's okay if
you want to touch us, too..." followed by a nod of agreement from
Natalie. Realizing that she'd had her hands resting on her stomach,
Laurie didn't hesitate to accept their offer, taking one of their
breasts in each of her hands, feeling their nipples harden again at her
touch.
Laurie closed her eyes, the better to savor the soft touch of their
hands on her skin; she didn't see the look the two girls shared.
A few minutes later, Laurie was almost in a trance when she felt
Melissa's body move - and a few moments later, the feeling of a pair of
soft lips on her nipple. A bit later, another pair of lips fastened
themselves to the other. Knowing that it was her own two daughters at
her breasts warmed Laurie's heart, and gently kindled her desire.
With the girls now using their lips and mouths and tongues on her
breast, their hands had moved farther 'south'; Laurie could feel their
touch wandering over her legs and sides and belly.
Again, the touch on her body was soothing, and Laurie went even farther
into her 'trance', and so didn't notice as first Melissa, then Natalie,
paused to discretely slip their panties off.
The sensation of their hands on her body was pleasant and relaxing, so
it took Laurie a moment to realize, some minutes later, that one of the
hands was starting to slip under the waistband of her panties. A few
moments contemplation and she decided that it must be Melissa - it felt
like a left hand, and Melissa was on that side of her body.
When she finally felt fingertips brushing the edge of her pubic hair,
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