A single mom catches her 13-year-old daughter and two younger siblings playing 'spin the bottle' and joins them, showing them how it's done. Evolves into family incest and swinging.
(Ff, Fg, Ffg, Ffbg, fb, fg, inc, rom, preteen, teen, whole family, voy, swing,
menstrual sex, single mom and her kids incest, adult sibling incest,
swinging)
My completely naked eleven-year-old younger brother Bobby was
busy sucking my budding thirteen-year-old titty inside the tent
we were going to spend the night "camping" in that our Aunt
Mags had set up in our backyard when our Mom stuck her head through
the flynetting at the entrance, smiling at us with a "whaddya
you' kids doing in here?"
Jesus, I just wanted to die. I wanted to run, I wanted to
scream. I just knew we all, especially me as the oldest, were
going to die. I was too damn old to get a spanking. I
hadn't one since I was my sister Janie's age, eight or so.
What the heck was she doing back so early? She had told us she
was going to be out all night on a date and would let our Aunt
Mags take care of us. Aunt Mags took care of us, babysat us by
getting wasted on pot and downing a twelve-pack and passing out
cold on the couch by nine while watching HBO, meaning we could do
whatever we wanted as long as didn't leave the house.
"Mom! Mom! I'm, we're sorry Mom, we won't doing nuthin',
promise!" my shoulders arching a little trying to shield myself
from a slap which I knew had to be coming. Bobby had scrambled to
the back of the tent as had my equally-naked cickenshit little
squirt of a sister Janie, leaving me near the front flap to face
the wrath of Mom.
"It looks like to me you kids were playing 'spin the bottle',
weren't you?"
It was kind of obvious, considering we all were nekkid and there
was an empty Pepsi bottle on the tent floor in front of where
we'd been sitting.
"I thought, I thought you'd be gone all night, that's what you
said!"
"I did, I had planned on staying on over at Frank's tonight"
meaning at her sometimes boyfriend whom she loaned money to and
never got paid back from "but there was a bad wreck up on the
Interstate, your Aunt Mags got a page before she got too drunk
and passed out and had to go to the hospital to help out" our
Aunt Mags, Mom's sister, being a nurse and all "so she paged me
telling me I had to come back home 'cause she had to leave, so
I'm back, and what do I find now that I'm back?"
Long silence. No slap. Not really much anger in her voice.
"You find us playing spin the bottle?"
"Bingo, Missy! How long you three little darlings been playing?"
"This is our first time doing it, I swear!"
"I mean tonight, my precious little daughter Amy?"
When she calls me by my real name, "Amy" instead of my nickname
"Angel" that everyone calls me by, I know I'm in trouble, big
time. No point lying, though.
"About half an hour; Aunt Mags helped us set up the tent, and we
waited to start until we knew she'd be drinkin'."
Mom pulled the flyscreen open and kneeling down scooted in. If I
was going to be punished, at least she wouldn't be angry too much
when she did it. Her hand brushed my face for a moment. At least
it wasn't a slap. She actually smiled at me and patted the ground
next to her as a way of telling Bobby and Janie to come on back
up from their places of safety at the back of the large round
Thermos Pop-Tent.
She sat cross-legged before me, staring at me.
"Mom, you're staring at me, quit that, you're creeping me out!"
She sighed a little as her other hand caressed the other side of
my face, her thumb feeling the outline of my nose and cheek.
"So what if I am? You're my daughter, I used to see you naked
all the time when you were little."
"But I haven't been little in a long time."
"And you're prettier now than you were then. You're becoming
quite a young woman, budding out nicely."
"Mom, either punish me or let me go inside, you really are
starting to yuck me out!"
She just smiled at me for a moment, then reached around to undo
the tie behind her neck that held her haltertop in place, letting
it fall to the canvas floor beneath us. Her breasts just heaved
with her increasing breathing not two feet in front of me. I
hadn't seen her naked in years, either. Bobby's eyes got real,
real big staring at Mom's tits as he sat next to me across from
Mom and Squirt between him and Mom.
"Mom, what are you doing! Please put your top back on!"
"And just who are you to tell me what to do, Miss Amy?
Especially since your brother and sister are as naked as you are
and when I stuck my head in Bobby was very plainly sucking your
nipple."
"Mom, please don't be mad, Bobby said he'd do my chores all
summer if I'd agree to play to spin the bottle with him tonight,
and Squirt overheard and said she'd tell you if we didn't let her
play too. I'm, we really are sorry, promise."
"There's no need to be sorry, Darling."
Oh shit, when she calls me "darling" there definitely is
something going on inside that head of hers, usually something
weird.
"Your Aunt Mags and Aunt Susan and I all used to play spin the
bottle together with that boy our age that lived next door to us
in our old neighborhood, and we all turned out okay. It's just
natural to be curious about your own budding bodies and
sexuality, and playing doctor and spin the bottle are two ways to
satisfy that curiosity."
"Mom, you're making me nervous, please put your haltertop back
on and leave, we'll be in shortly."
"There's no need to be nervous, Darling. And it looks like you
and Janie were going to play together."
"She already kissed me and I felt her boobies, Mommy!"
"Shut up, Squirt, or you're deadmeat, I swear it!"
"It's okay. It's been ages since I've played spin the bottle. As
long as you let me play too, no one gets punished, okay? You
playing kiss-ees and touch-ees sounds like?"
"Yeah, Mom, Angel's already touched my pee-pee and kissed it
too!"
"Shut up, Shithead, or you're even more deadmeat than Squirt!"
"So you're playing suck-ees too, cool! Okay, who's turn wasit?"
"I think it was my turn, Mom, when you came in."
Shithead brother Bobby spun the bottle and it ended up pointing
at Squirt.
"Kiss me Janie, then suck my wee-wee!"
"Only one thing per turn, Bobby, that's the rules!" Mom
corrected.
"Then kiss me!"
My two brat siblings kissed for a minute or more. I couldn't
help but notice Mom's nipples getting hard.
"My turn now!"
Squirt spun the bottle and it wound up pointing at Mom.
"I want to kiss you Mommy like Bobby kissed me!"
"That's fine, Honey, it is spin the bottle, we all have to obey
the rules!"
Janie scooted up a little and sat in Mom's lap. Mom held her
close and gave her a grown-up kiss, her tongue action in Squirt's
mouth plainly visible. Janie's hand rested on Mom's breast as
they kissed. Mom didn't push it aside.
"Now my turn!"
Mom spun the bottle. It only made one turn and a half but it was
still a legal spin, winding up at Bobby.
"Bobby, I want to suck your pee-pee."
"Cool beans Mom!"
I couldn't hardly believe my eyes. I knew Mom had always enjoyed
sex, but we were her kids. The thought of her and Aunts Mags and
Susan doing this same thing filled my mind. I couldn't get those
images to go away. She sucked Bobby until he was hard then
stopped.
Bobby spun and it landed on me. "Suck me just like Mom did, Sis!"
I had kissed it earlier but hadn't sucked on it, 'cause I didn't
know really how to. Watching Mom showed me how to. He was still
hard from Mom's suck. It felt really neat in my mouth as he moved
to stand up best he could inside the tent and I kneeled before
him. Mom gently put her hand on my neck and the back of my head
to help me pace my bobbing back and forth of his cock. Then,
ugggghhhh, whitestuff filled my mouth and I gagged.
"Swallow my jism, Sis, swallow all of it!"
"No, I won't, that's gross! I had to suck you off, not swallow
your babycreme! It's gross!"
"It's not gross, Darling, it's part of being a woman, swallowing
a man's seed, watch" and with that Mom licked my face and Bobby's
cock and balls clean of his come, Bobby moaning in a low voice as
she did.
"Now it's my turn!"
Giving it my very best twist-spin, the bottle ended up pointing
squarely at Mom.
"You still got your shorts on, Mom. Take them off and spread
your legs so I can play with your pussy!"
I had seen vaginas before in Bobby's old Playboy and Penthouse
magazines and even had played with Squirt's hairless slit
earlier, but I had never seen a grown woman's in real life and
yes, I was curious.
Mom complied with an increasing smile, her short-shorts being
tossed to the back of the tent, she grabbing and rolling up a
sleeping bag to use as a big pillow to lean against as she poked
one leg straight out and hiked up her other leg bent at the knee
in a pose which opened her crotch up as wide as she could for me.
"Touch it, Darling, play with me as you like. It's your turn."
I parted her thick lips and rubbed them between my fingers. My
two hands parted her lips further open. A finger probed her
vagina. It's hard to believe that and I and brats actually came
out of that small hole into this world, but we did. Noticing a
little bud of flesh sticking up like a small cock at the top of
her pussy, I rubbed it some then pinched it like I had her
pussylips, Mom almost rising from her leaning position with a
small scream.
"Darling, that's my clit, my clitoris. That's the most sensitive
part of a woman's anatomy. It's where she gets most of her sexual
pleasure from. Please don't pinch it hard, it hurts when you do
it. Play with it, suck if you like, but please, no more
pinching!"
"Do I have a clit-hour-is, Mom?"
"Yes, Angel, all women and girls do. Without it we women
wouldn't have any fun at all."
I remember reading something about a "clit" in some letters in
some of Bobby's magazines. So ~ that's ~ what it is was!
I poked her vagina and rubbed her clit some more and then stopped.
Mom didn't waste any time. She had obviously played this game a
lot with her own sisters and could make that bottle stop pretty
much where she wanted to. It stopped at me, of course.
"I'm going to suck your pussy and clit, Angel, so you can see
how good having a clit feels!"
Mom hugged me close for a moment as I scooted over to the
rolled-up sleeping bag used as a pillow now. She got another
sleeping bag, bunched it up too, and stuck in under my butt.
"Bobby, Janie, you might want to get a little closer and watch this."
God, her tongue felt so great. I can see why Mom and her sisters
used to play spin the bottle so much, if this is what happens
when you do. She pushed her tongue inside me as best she could
while gently rubbing my asshole and raking my clit with her upper
lip and I had what I now know was my first real orgasm, bucking
her face with my crotch as I tried to thrust it even closer to her.
"Cool, Mom!" Bobby exclaimed as he watched intently from his
perch just inches away.
"Yeah, Mommy, will you do that to me when I get a turn?"
"I sure will, Squirt, just ask!"
I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. I just wanted my mommy.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Angel, what is it?" she replied as I lay spent on the
crumpled-up sleeping bags inside the tent and she inched back
away from me.
"Will, will you be close to me, just hold me for a while?"
"Sure, Darling, you're my girl, of course I'll hold you."
"Aren't I 'your girl' too, Mommy?" Janie politely asked as she
flopped down on the other side me, Mom's arms reaching over top
of me to pull Squirt closer to me and her.
"And I'm 'your boy' too, right Mom?" Shithead asked as he dove
on top of us all.
"No you're not my boy, Bobby, you're my fine young man, not my boy."
"Thanks, Mom!"
Mom held me close as she could to her. My hand then mouth found
a breast. She sighed deeply as I sucked on it. Her hand found my
crotch and a finger probed me deeply as her thumb rubbed my clit.
"I love you, Mom."
"I love you too, Darling", which started a round of "I love
you's" from the brats as well. That was okay.
Outside of tent the traffic noise on Pond Street was dying down
as the evening's fireflies rose up from their lairs in the grass
soaring high towards heaven and mates and family, their soft
collective glowings illuminating the space between heaven and
earth outside our tent of love matched only by the glowings of
love inside it.
Chapter 2
Kate continues her sex play with her kids and gives them a real-life sex
education class with her help of her two sisters and one of her sisters'
husband
Heavy in the night air my heart felt like a little girl's again.
Not that I was an old woman at 13, mind you. Mom's heartbeat
through her warm and loving naked bosom rivering into my ear
lulled me into a gentle slumber as we all four, Mom, 8-year-old
sister Squirt and 11-year-old brother Bobby and me just rooted
close together like a litter of kittens inside our old Pop-tent
in the backyard. Silence. Only the crackle of the odd car on
ancient asphalt out on the old neighborhood road doing anything
to cut the silence. Bobby scooting up even closer to be nearer
Mom's other bare tit, Squirt squirming up closer to me to rest
her head between my spread legs. Eyes finally closing heavy, then
an encouraging "c'mon, kids, let's get dressed and go inside, we
have to talk" Mom lightly booming to us as daybreak lit.
I still fully expected to be punished for being caught being the
ringleader of our little game of spin the bottle the night
before. Not that Mom had ever been a prude but she always been,
well, respectful of our privacy and modesty and insistent that we
honor hers as well. Visions of her with Aunts Mags and Susan,
doing all the things we four did last night and probably more,
raced through my mind, her confession still shocking me. Wild
thoughts of the three of them kissing and licking and sucking
each other along with probably an old boyfriend or two though Mom
didn't mention any of that happening with boys too just raced
around the fantasy speedway in my mind.
She motioned us to get our favorite cereals and such while she
fried some bacon and scrambled some eggs. None of us dared speak
first. Silence for a full five minutes or more. Still, she would
glance over at us all from time to time and smile.
"Kids, things have definitely change now, but I'd like to think
for the better. I really think we're closer as a family now, and
can become closer still, if we abide some certain groundrules I'm
going to lay down right now."
"Like what, Mommy? What a 'ground rule'?" Janie interjected..
"A ground rule, Squirt, is a rule of behavior that we observe
within our family; it's like the ground rule that you have to
make your bed every day, it's a rule that you can't break."
Squirt made a face with a "oh, Mom, I hate rules like that, I
hate ground rules."
"Never the less, now that things are different and we can't go
back to the way they were, I am going to have to establish some
ground rules, or we, none of us can ever play together like we
did last night."
"That would suck, Mom."
"Yes, it would, Bobby; I think that if you kids mind me, mind
these rules, we can continue to have more fun in the future, not
all the time, we're not going to become a bunch of sex maniacs
here, but I don't see the harm in letting things happen the way
they used to between your Aunts Magaline and Susan and myself;
your Granny Jones found out what we were doing when I was 12 and
didn't make an issue of it, just put some ground rules for us to
go by."
"Like what, Mom?"
"Well, back then, Granny Jones told us since we were all girls
we could do whatever we wish with each other, as long as it was
kept private; she made a point of telling us that she didn't want
to know what we did with each other."
"You mean you and Granny never played with each other like me
and you did last night?"
"No, Angel, unfortunately I think now in hindsight, but no, she
and I nor any of your aunts ever played with her, but that was
her choice, and that's what we need to discuss right now among
other things, choice. First, though, because we have our young
master Bobby in the picture instead of it being all girls like we
were back then, things, the rules are going to have to be
different, at least a little."
"I could always wear a rubber, Mom."
"Yes, you could, Bobby, but that's not the point. Amy's been
having her periods now for over a year . . ."
"What's a period, Mom?"
"A period, Janie . . . that's right, you and I have never had
our 'talk' yet . . . we'll need to talk more later, Dear, other
things too."
"Like what, Mom?"
"I've been thinking about that all morning; I need to make a
couple of phone calls before telling you exactly what; but first
things first, first our ground rules. I assume that everyone
really enjoyed last night?"
"Sure did, Mom!"
"I thought you did, Booger" Mom calling Bobby by his little kid
name that he hated with a passion "what about you, Angel, Janie?"
we both nodding yes "Did you like everything we did last night?,
well, I did too, I have to admit I did too. But what we did last
night was very illegal in the eyes of the law, and if you kids
tell another single soul without my permission, we could go to
jail, so the first ground rule is that no one know what we did or
might do in the future, unless I tell them myself, that is the
first ground rule, okay?" we all nodding yes "I can't stress how
much this is important; Bobby, if you brag to one of your friends
what happened, your Mom could wind up in jail, got it?" Bobby
looking a little frightened and confused "It's okay, Son, nothing
will happen as long as we don't talk about it to strangers."
"Does this mean we, me and you Mom, can't fool around anymore?"
"No, Dear, quite to the contrary, as long as we don't tell
others about it, as long as it stays in the family like me and my
sisters did, things will be fine."
"Mom, will you tell me what a 'period' is now?"
"Not right now, Squirt; Angel, hasn't she been in the bathroom
with you when you were on your period?"
"Nope, Mom, never."
"Well, I'll be. That's one thing we're going to do after we
finish our breakfast, you kids keep eating while we talk. We're
going to sit down with an old sex manual I have and also with
'The Joy Of Sex' and we'll all have a grand old talk, any
questions you have will be answered then. What isn't clear in the
books I'll show you myself,. Okay?"
"But you don't have a boyfriend to show us, unless you're going
to call Frank to come over, Mom, yyuccckkk!!!"
"I know you don't like Frank, Angel, and no, I'm not going to
show you what sex is with him, I have another thought about that,
that brings me to the second ground rule, which is my sex life is
my business and not you kids's; whom I have sex with or not is
not your concern; I am an adult and you're the kids and that's
the way it is."
"Does that mean you won't be having sex with us much, Mom?"
"I didn't say that, Angel, all I said was I 'am' the adult here and I
will have sex with whatever adults I choose to, that's not your
concern and is my business only, which brings us to ground rule
number three, which is 'no' means 'no'. If one of you wants to
have sex with one of your siblings, if you Bobby for example wants
to have sex with Angel or Janie and they say no, then it's no and you
don't nag and you don't pressure them, okay?"
"Okay, Mom, darn it, okay" Bobby said with slightly dejected
tone.
"Angel, do you plan on having lots of sex with Bobby?"
"I don't know about lots, Mom, but some sex, sure."
"The we'll have to go to Dr. Jenkins and get you some birth
control pills, I'm too young to be a grandmother."
"What's birth control pills Mommy?"
"You'll see, Squirt, I'll take you with us and let you watch Dr.
Jenkins examine me, I need my annual Pap smear anyway, then
Angel, and you'll see."
"Mom! I do not want Squirt going with us!"
"You have no choice, Dear, it's either this or I forbid any of
us ever to have sex with any of us ever again."
Dear silence for a moment.
"Oh, okay, if you insist, shoot."
"Okay, that's all the ground rules, except Bobby, you can't have
intercourse with your sister until I get her on the pill, we keep
things in the family and no means no, that's it."
"Can we have sex now, again, Mom?"
"No right now, young man, first let's get these dishes cleaned,
you three hop to it, I have a phone call to make, then we'll go
to the living room for some sex ed, 'K?"
++++++++++++++++++++++++
Mom went to her bedroom while we messed with the dishes. I tried
to sneak a listen at the closed door but she had her stereo
playing. After about half an hour she finally came out, some old
books and a couple of VCR tapes in her hands.
The old sex manual was boring as she went through all the
diagrams in detail, then went through all the proper names for
our privates and such. I had seen lots of them before as had
Bobby thanks to his old porn collection. She then explained what
periods were to Squirt, using the manual as teaching aid, like
she had done with me a couple of years before."
"When will I get my first period, Mommy?"
"Like the manual says, every girl is different; I got my first
at eleven, so did you sister, so yours will probably be around
then too."
"Neat! I can't wait!"
"It's more of a pain than anything" I countered, Mom shooting me
a shut-up look.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Bobby?"
"Can we get naked while you do this?"
"Sure; I had planned that we'd do that in a few minutes anyway,
so sure."
We all stood up from the living room couch to get undressed. Mom
helped me out of my top and bra and turned around for me to
unfasten hers, her top having been pulled off by Bobby. My hands
found her breasts as I hugger her from behind, my face flat
against the warmth of her back. She held my hands closer into her
breasts, sighing deeply. Squirt lightly played with Bobby's
rising cock as they stood before each other.
"Okkeeee, Angel, kids, let's finish this first before we play
again. Speaking of that, Your Aunt Susan and Uncle Sam (Aunt
Susan's husband of five years or so, they not having any kids
yet) as well as your Aunt Mags will be over around one or so
after lunch to help me finish you kids' sex education; is
everyone okay with that?" we all nodding enthusiastic "yes's" in
agreement. I couldn't wait to see Mom and Mags and Aunt Susan
together.
She showed us her old copy of "The Joy Of Sex" then another
photo-only manual of a man and woman in all sorts of sex
positions, sucking and fucking each other and such, then showed
us a lesbian sex manual of two women making love. I liked that
especially. Then she popped in a VCR tape of a couple making
love. Encouraging us to watch the tape, she also started playing
with herself in front of us, her legs splayed wide and her right
hand stroking her clit and lips and her finger lightly
penetrating her vagina as the tape rolled on. We all were more
fascinated watching Mom than that silly old tape.
"Can I touch your vagina, Mom, while you do that?"
"Sure, son, and it's okay to call it a pussy if you want to."
"Can I play with your breasts while you masturbate, Mom?"
"Uh-hu, Amy, you may, that's good, yes means yes and no means
no."
The smell of her sex rose to my nostrils as brother helped
himself to her snatch, his hand riding atop hers as she played
with herself. My mouth found a nipple and sucked. She sighed.
"Yes, kids, Angel, Bobby, that is soooo great!" she shouted as
her body heaved and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as
another woman joined the couple in their bedroom on the tape.
Mom pulled us to closer to her, Squirt scooting in for part of
the group hug too, with a "that was, that was just, perfect;
thanks, kids."
"Sure, Mom."
"Sure Mom; is that what an orgasm looks like?"
"Yes, for a woman, Bobby, yes; why don't you masturbate some and
show your sisters what a man's orgasm looks like?"
Bobby leaned back into the couch and began watching the tape.
"Can you and Angel play with each other some, Mom? I'd rather
watch you two than the tape."
"Sure, Dear."
I scooted over to Mom beside Bobby and kissed her. She kissed me
back. "Between my legs, Angel, give me some head." I didn't need
any encouragement. "See that, Bobby?" she motioning to the action
on the tv "that's what I like too; I'll go ahead and tell you
kids that your Aunt Susan and Uncle Sam have been having sex
together about once a week since before they got married, that's
where I've been going on Wednesday nights" her words explaining
the apparent fib that she was going over there each week to play
bridge "Ever since your Dad left us, I, I . . . " her words
trailing off as my tongue lapped at her clit "oohhh, that's
perfect Darling, keep your tongue right there, you're such a
quick learner!"
"Thanks Mom!"
Inches away from face buried in Mom's snatch brother jacked
himself off silly as he watched us and the tape too. His legs
started to tense up. I pulled away from Mom to scoot over to him
and taking his cock in my mouth, let him finish jacking off
inside it, swallowing his jism as best I could. Only moans came
from his mouth.
"Mom?"
"Yes Sweety, what is it, Squirt?"
"Could I have some fun too? You guys are having all the fun."
"What would my most precious daughter like to do?"
"Will you masser-bate me, Mom, play with my fa-gina?"
"Of course Dear of course."
She propped Janie against the couch and opened her legs wide for
us, me and Shithead, to see, her fingers lightly massaging her
tiny lips and bud of a clit. The tape rolled on behind us.
"Mom, will Aunt Susan and them play with us when they come
over?"
"I'm not sure, I haven't made up my mind completely, they're
coming over mostly to show you girls and you too Bobby what a
grown man's penis looks like and how an adult couple makes love,
I'll join them when they do, but having you play with them, I
don't know."
"Please, Mom, it'd be neat, it's what we all want" I pleaded,
Bobby and Squirt all joining in.
"Well, Angel, you haven't lost your virginity, yet, have you?"
Mom continued as she continued her genital massage of Squirt.
"No, Mom, I mean, yes, I'm still a virgin, though I planned on
letting Kevin down the road have it some time next year, that is
up until last night, when I decided to let Bobby have it, when I
decide."
"Good girl, Dear; your Aunt Susan would be okay playing with you
kids, but your Uncle Sam, I don't know how he'll feel about it,
he's never done anything like it, not like your aunts and I have
when we were little. We'll see, 'K?"
Squirt didn't come, she was probably too young, but Mom stopped
playing with her pussy for a moment to hit rewind on the remote.
"Mom, can I have my turn now, will you give me some head too
like I did you?"
As Bobby got up to go to the bathroom and Squirt went back to
the kitchen I lay flat on the couch and Mom eased over me in a
pleasant sixty-nine. I didn't return the favor of her tongue, I
just let her do me. Jesus, she was so perfect, I had no doubts
she and her own sisters had done each other for years like she
had talked about.
"Smells like you're almost ready to start, Little One, when,
maybe tomorrow?"
"Mom!" I protested as her lapping of me continued, my hands
massaging her butt cheeks atop my face and frigging her pussy a
little.
"It's okay Angie, we're both women now, women who will making
love to each other a lot, even during our periods."
"Mom?"
"What if I don't want to 'then'?"
"Then we won't, no means no, remember, silly?"
I just smiled as my stomach muscles tightened and I felt the
strongest come I had ever felt up until then, Mom's expert tongue
bringing on spasms in muscles I didn't know existed. Knowing I
had come, she scooted off me and rolled around to hold me close
on the couch.
"Let's get dressed and clean up the house a bit, company's
coming soon."
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Aunt Susan and her husband Sam arrived shortly after one, Aunt
Mags with them. Mom had us kids watching another dirty tape for
more sex ed as we sat on the floor in front of the tv in the
living room as they came in. Whispers were exchanged as they all
made their way back to Mom's bedroom. I listened at the door and
couldn't hear much, except for Mom telling them what she had done
with us that morning. Hearing them walk towards the door I tried
to dart back to the living room but Mom opened the door too
quickly.
"Angel, good, come in, please."
"Mom?"
"I figured you were listening, it's okay, come in please, we
want to talk with you; please!"
I half expected them to be naked but they were all clothed, Aunt
Susan in Mom's rocking chair and Sam and Aunt Mags on the bed.
"Angel, we've been talking about this morning and all. I, we
need to ask you: would you like to lose your virginity to Uncle
Sam? He had a vasectomy before he married your Aunt Susan, so he
won't be able to get you pregnant if he and you make love. It's
okay with Aunt Susan."
"Aunt Susan?"
"Yes, Angel, it's okay, in fact if you'd let me play with you
and him before he does, I'd like to be a part of it all,myself."
I couldn't help but grin. "Can I think about it? Can I wait
until later to decide?"
"Of course, Hon'; there's no pressure, and if you don't want
your Uncle Sam to take your most precious of gifts and wait to
give it to a special boy in the future, that's not only okay, but
is probably a better idea; it's whatever you want, Dear; we just
want you to be happy."
Happy? I was ecstatic. "Can I see your cock first, Uncle Sam?"
Sitting down on the edge of the bed as he stood before me, he
whipped it out from his pant and slowly played with himself
inches from my face making it more and more fully erect. "May I
suck it some, please?" He just grinned as his fullness filled my
mouth. God, it felt so good. Aunt Susan moved beside me on the
bed and started playing with buds inside my teeshirt as my suck
of her husband continued.
"Yes, Baby, yes, suck it!" she moaned.
Another three or four minutes and Sam couldn't resist any
longer, his jism filling my mouth to the point of gagging me
almost, having much more volume than shithead brother's, as Mom
joined me on one side and Aunt Susan on the other to lick the
excess splattered on face.
"Nice cock, Uncle Sam."
"Sam, just Sam."
"Nice cock, Sam" trying to sound as adult as possible "I just
might have to have that monster inside my vag, inside my pussy
today." His grin showed his cigarette-stained teeth.
Back in the living room Bobby had persuaded Squirt to suck him
again, his little cock when compared with Sam's poking through
the zipper of his pants as he watched the porn tape as he sat in
an easy chair Janie kneeling before him. All of us, especially
Sam and Aunt Susan and Aunt Mags, just stared at the scene for a
few moments. Mom finally made an "ahem!" sound and we all trooped
on in, she motioning me and them to sit on the couch.
"Kids, first, we love you."
"We love you too Mom!"
"And this is for your benefit, not ours, what is to happen. As
you know, Aunt Mags and Susan and I used to play together like
you kids do now, and I told you that Susan and Sam and I have
been having threesome sex once a week for some years; what we're
going to do now is permit you kids to do anything with us
adults that you wish, and have us do anything to you that you
wish; Aunt Susan and Uncle Sam will make love to each other first
to get things started; watch them closely, feel free to touch
them as they make love, ask questions, do whatever you like; any
questions?" we nodding "nope" back.
Aunt Susan and Sam began by undressing each other as they stood
before us, not slowly but not hurriedly either. Me and Squirt and
Bobby eased closer to them.
"Can I play with your cock some, Uncle Sam?"
"No problem-o, Squirt, all you want" as he turned to face her,
her little hands grabbing and pulling on it.
"Can I play with your boobies, Aunt Susan?"
She smiled as Bobby stood up before her, his hands groping her
roughly, she smiling. Breaking away after a couple of moments,
Susan and Sam and a now-naked Aunt Mags and Mom too pranced down
the hall to Mom's bedroom, us following behind. On the bed, Susan
got on all fours and Sam just poked it in her, hard. Squirt and
Bobby moved closer in to get a better look at Sam's prick ramming
inside her. Aunt Mags moved to have her open pussy underneath
Aunt Susan's bowed head as Sam grabbed her hips and began ramming
even harder. Squirt touched Sam's cock some as it slid in and
out.
Mom began kissing my neck from behind as I stood beside the bed,
watching. Damn! What a feeling! Her hands rubbed my boobies
through my teeshirt.
"Get naked, Angel; kids, go ahead and get naked now, please."
The action stopped for a bit while we undressed. Aunts Susan and
Mags both were eating me alive with their eyes.
"My, Angel, you are such a beautiful young woman now!" Aunt Mags
huskily whispered and she helped me out of my pants. Sam had
rolled off of Susan and stood before me too, playing with my growing
and perky young tits.
"Like?"
"Like!"
Aunt Mags pulled me to the bed and rolled me over into a
sixty-nine with her. Sam moved over to Squirt as she lay near us
and began playing with her child-pussy some, his wife my aunt
Susan joining his hand with her tongue on Janie's young slit. Mom
and Mags now held each other near us, their hands lazily
caressing each other. Janie now began a suck as best she could of
her uncle. Bobby bumped beside me, putting his arm around me,
smiling at me. Aunt Susan now helping Squirt double-suck her
husband, Bobby and I both smiled at the love before us. Sam's
cock was so perfect, not too big and not too small. When I
decided to lose my virginity, afterwards I might let Sam make
love to me too, then, but not now. I didn't want to lose my
virginity to brother shithead Bobby right then, either. It could
wait until another time, another more private time.
"Angel, join us girls, let the men watch."
With that without any forethought, Mom's mouth found my snatch,
my tongue found Aunt Susan's who found Squirt's whose found Aunt
Mag's who found Mom's, completing the circle. As our circle of
feminine familyhood rose of hormonal sex, Bobby and Sam knelt above
us and jacked off to our rising passions, their respective comes
splattering us with glistening pearls of masculine essence, we
playfully rolling around to lick our menfolks' juices from our
glistening skin. Flippping around to break the chain, I kissed
Mom as firmly on the mouth as I could, my tongue playfully
wrestling with hers, as Mags and Susan and even Squirt soon
joined us somehow for a five-way kiss, mouths clenching to mouths
and tongues binding to tongues as hands found the nearest breasts
or pussies to them and Bobby and Sam tried to encircle us girls
in some kind of embracing hug but couldn't quite reach around
to
do so.
"Happy, Angel, Janie, Bobby?"
"Beyond happy, Mom."
"Me too, Mommy."
"Yeah, Mom, I'm cool."
"Good; that's all I want, that all of us want, is for you three
to be happy. Now, who wants another little sucky-suck,hhhhmmmm?"
Chapter 3
Thirteen-year-old Angel and younger siblings continue with their fun sex play
and sex education their Mom;
Kate takes Angel to her gynecologist to get her examined and put her on
birth control pills and while she's there also have her hymen
surgically removed; Angel and her Mom sweetly conspire to seduce one of
her brother's friends so that Angel can lose her virginity and became a
full partner in her Mom's weekly group sex party with her aunt and uncle.
I awoke in Mom's bed, my hand gently resting between her legs.
Her breathing was deep but infrequent, my head rising and falling
as it lay on one of her bare breasts. Her, our, bed smelled like
sex, which was understandable considering that Aunts Susan and
Mags (Mom's sisters) and Uncle Sam (Aunt Susan's husband) and
siblings Bobby and Janie and I had just had all kinds of
interesting sex atop the now stained and somewhat crusty sheets
just hours before. My hand lightly stroked Mom's pussylips as my
mind wandered back to the night before.
I didn't let Uncle Sam take my virginity despite the fact he
really wanted to as Bobby wanted to too but I had said "no" to
them both. Aunt Susan did take shithead brother Bobby's
11-year-old virginity, his tiny cock seemingly disappearing
inside her as my 8-YO sister Squirt and I looked on closely as he
crawled atop her and we craned down to try to observe, Mom and
Aunt Mags sucking on Aunt Susan's tits as he did.
All the incredible sex with Mom and my aunts. Each of them
sucking my clitty time and again until it was almost sore. Me
sucking Sam off, then me and Squirt sucking him off together.
Squirt licking my cunny, me licking hers. Sam fucking Mom from
behind with a heavy ferocity as she ate Aunt Susan out. Aunt Mags
licking my hiney-hole, then tonguing it out, sending me to orgasms
somewhere out in the universe.
Mom stirred a little as my gentle stroking of her pussy sped
up a little without me realizing it.
"Good morning, my Angel, how you' feeling'?"
"Fine, Mom. No, more than fine, great!"
"Me too! Enjoy last night?"
"How could I not? Is this what sex is like, really, Mom?"
"Well, Hon', not all the time, but at certain times, yes, it's
as good as it was last night, even better."
"Better?" I half-laughingly shot back, Mom just smiling as her
hand caressed my face then budding 13-year-old breasts as we
scooted even closer together.
"Yes, Angel, even better. 'You sure you're okay with everything
that happened last night? Was there anything that happened that
upset you at all?"
I lay silent for a moment. Mom's arm pulled me closer to her as
her free hand slid between my legs.
"It's okay, Dear, just tell me if anything upset you, it's
okay."
"Well; Uncle Sam did ask me several times to take my virginity,
after I told him no as hard as I could several times before he
stopped asking, and Shithead, I mean, Bobby also pestered me a
lot wanting to screw me, too. Bobby's been pestering me to death
ever since the other night wanting to fuck me, Mom, and I'm
getting tired of him asking, I've told him 'no' enough."
"Yeah, I know, and I'm going to have a talk with him about that,
and I'll tell Sam not to ask you again about making love to you,
he'll be okay with that; I think he was just caught up in the
moment last night, that's all. Anything else, Sweetie?"
"No, Mom. I really did enjoy everything else, really. Can we
keep doing the things we did last night?"
"Sure, Hon'. We can't do it all the time, every day. I do have
to go to work and make a living for us. But sure."
"What about you and me, Mom? You; you and I, Mom; I know you're
still my Mom and all . . . "
"Yes I am, Angel, and I'll always be."
" . . . but after last night, I think we're more, too."
"Yes, we are. We're sisters of a sort, sisters of sex, just like
your Aunts and I are."
Long silence as Mom's finger gently penetrated me and mine hers,
she holding me close and I her.
"Mom?"
"Yes Sweetie?"
"Can you and I be like this, forever?"
"I don't know about forever, Hon', forever's a long time. And
you'll want to find a boy to have a relationship with, then
another, then you'll want to get married when you get older, and
if I can ever find the right man, I want to get married again
too. What about this; what about if you and I stay like this for
now, for the near future, and when one or both of us decides that
things have changed, things will have changed."
My eyes met hers with a look of puzzlement.
"I mean, Angel, you'll be my daughter forever, you'll be my
daughter-of-and -sister-of-sex forever, but Hon'"
"Mom, I mean, can you and I sleep together at night, and have
fun together?"
Mom took her finger out of my pussy and leaned back away from me
for a moment, breaking our nude embrace as her face changed from
mild lust to one of deeper thought.
"The only problem with that, Angel, is that I am a grown woman
that likes men, still dates men, still fucks grown men as she
can, and I also go over to Sam and Susan's once a week for sex
with them."
"Can I go over to Sam and Aunt Susan's with you each week now,
now that I've had sex with them?"
"I don't know about that. Probably not every week. Maybe every
other week or so. It would help if you would let Sam have sex
with you, Dear, but I can understand and respect your decision to
stay a virgin until you decide not to be one anymore. I'll have
to ask them about how they would feel having you join us as a
regular partner. If they say 'no', you won't be upset, okay?"
"No, Mom, I won't be, promise. But what about you and me, Mom?"
"Honey, for being just 13 and just starting to have sex, you're
a great partner. We'll have sex for the rest of our lives, Dear,
if you want."
"Yes, Mom, that's what I want."
"I want that too, Babe', but us sleeping together every night as
lovers? I don't know if that's a good idea."
My face fell crestfallen.
"Don't be upset with me, Ang'."
"I'm not, Mom."
"Yes, you are, don't fib to your Mom. Mother knows best."
That brought a smile to my face.
"That's better. Let's say this: most nights, sure, okay. But
when I have Frank or another gentleman friend over, then no, of
course not. And when I do have sex with others, you won't be
jealous or hurt, just as I won't be when you decide to. Deal?"
I nodded my head "yes" a few times silently, then leaned in
to kiss her on the cheek, she moving her head to press her lips
against mine, our arms wrapping around each other, her larger
breasts pressing tight against my smaller ones, her tongue
parting my lips, my mouth sucking it lightly. We kissed and
hugged for the longest time before Bobby The Shithead and little
sister Squirt came bouncing in to interrupt us.
"Hi Mom!" they shouted out in unison as they jumped on the bed
with us.
"Hi Stinkers, whatcha been up to?"
"After Uncle Sam and Aunt Susan and Mags left, Squirt and I
slept together in my bed, and we had sex Mom?"
"You did?" she said with mock surprise.
"Uh-hu, Mommie, Bobby put his pee-pee inside me and we had sex,
just like he and Aunt Susan did last night."
"You did? Did you enjoy it, hhhmmmmm?"
"Yeah Mommie, it was fun, it felt neat."
"Can Amy and I have sex now, Mom?"
"Young Man, we're going to have to have a talk about that.
You've been pestering your sister to death, and she's told you
'no' repeatedly. No means no, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"From now on, you can only ask her or me or Squirt just once a
day, and if the answer is 'no', then you can't ask until the next
day. Okay?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Hey Mom, can I have sex with you now? We
didn't have sex last night, and I wanted to."
"Maybe."
Bobby looked a little puzzled at her answer.
"Maybe?" he replied back.
"If you're a young gentleman and ask nicely, then maybe."
He grinned. "Mom, may I have please have sex with you?"
"It would be my pleasure, young Mister Bobby" she replied as he
scooted up the other side of her, she embracing him.
I felt hurt, at least a little. I had wanted more time with her
this morning, alone. Squirt joined their kiss. A tiny pang hit my
uterus area. Yeah, it was about time for me to start. Then
another. I got up to go to the bathroom, leaving my three family
lovers to themselves.
Wiping from my pee, a trace of blood shown on the toilet paper.
Damn. I got an Always Regular from the pack under the sink and
went to my room to find one of my pair of old period panties, then
headed towards the kitchen. Down the hall, the sounds of laughter
and sex echoed back to me.
The cereal was cold and the milk lukewarm as I near-angrily
chomped down my third bowl of Frosted Flakes before heading to
the living room to watch some Saturday morning cartoons. Boring.
I found one of the X-rated tapes of Mom's from the night before,
and began watching it instead.
On screen, two women were making love to one guy in various
combinations. He was loving every minute of it and the women were
too. My pad began to feel damper between my legs as my blood
trickle increased. The women were now in a "69" as the guy fucked
the one on top from behind as her friend ate her out. That's what
I wanted, I decided. For my first, I wanted Mom with me and my
guy.
As the tape rolled on, I thought about my virginity. Why was I
saving it? Mom had told me it was a special gift to give to that
first special boy, but was it really? One woman was now fisting
the other while the other one sucked the guy off. My hand slid in
my panties. I had never masturbated on my period before, but now
I was. Just then Squirt bopped in with a "Angel, Mom wants you to
come to the bedroom, please!"
I mumbled some protestations, but went anyway. Bobby was laying
beside me with a Cheshire cat grin on his face as I walked in.
Mom's gaze immediately went to my padded panties.
"When did you start, Ang'?"
"Just a little bit ago, Mom, when I got up to go to bathroom."
"Come join us, please, Dear. Squirt and Bobby have never seen or
played with a menstruating vagina. Join us. Would you mind if
they played with you some?"
"No, Mom, I wouldn't mind."
Mom told Janie to get an old towel from underneath the sink in
her bathroom, the old one with lots of stains on it. It never
occurred to me until right then why she had kept that old towel
for years.
I lay beside Mom as she slid the towel underneath my butt and
pulled my panties off me, pushing my legs apart as Squirt and
Shithead slid around to face me. I shot them a dirty look.
"Ang', if you don't want to do this, you don't have to."
"No, Mom, it's okay. Really."
She looked at me for a moment to be certain before continuing.
"Bobby, Janie, your sister has just started her period. Janie,
you were eager the other night to see what a period looks like.
Now your sister is going to let you look and play with her all
you want. Okay, Angel?"
"Sure, Mom."
Squirt slid closer between my legs for a better view. I wasn't
bleeding heavy, so I know there wasn't that much to see. Probably
just a tiny trickle of blood if that. Her hand played with my
pussy lips, then her other hand joined and spread me wide for a
better look as Bobby also looked intensely on.
"Does it hurt when you bleed, Sis?" Little One calling me "Sis",
something she seldom did.
"No, not at all. I do get pains in my uterus sometimes,though."
"You remember what a uterus is and what it does, Squirt, from
our sex ed the other night?" Mom added.
"Yeah, Mommie; a uk-urus is where the sperm and egg meet to make
a baby, and if they don't meet, then a girl gets her period after
that."
"Very good, Janie. And since Angel hasn't had sex with a boy,
there was no sperm for her egg to meet this month, so she's not
pregnant, and now she's having her period."
Squirt continued to probe and poke me.
"Lick her, Squirt, she'd like that" Mom said.
"But Mommie, she's bleeding! That's gross!"
"No it's not. When women have sex together, periods are a fact
of life. They're not gross. Watch."
With that, Mom eased little sister out of the way and scooted
between my legs, her mouth sucking on my clit before her tongue
started bathing my labia. Going back to sucking my clit, she
worked a finger inside me, then gently frigged, stopping after a
few moments to pull it out with a "watch, kids!" and begin a slow
lick of her lightly-blood-covered index finger, making a show of
it before offering it to Shithead and Squirt, they reluctantly
but eventually taking a small taste.
"That's not bad, Mom" Bobby commented.
"No it's not, is it? It's just blood. And you saw how much your
sister enjoyed me playing her."
"Hey Angel, want me to give you some head, too?"
"Sure, Shi . . . sure, Bobby, if you'd like."
He was clumsy between my legs, but he did try, I'll give him
that. Then Janie wanted to lick me some as well, so I let her.
"That's neat-o, Mom!" she said as she slid back away from me.
"Yes, it is, isn't it? My period flow will be heavier a lot of
times more than Angel's, but I hope you kids will still want to play
with your old Mom when she's having hers!" we three gently piling
atop her giggling.
Bobby and Janie went to the kitchen to grab a bite, leaving me
and Mom alone, finally. We embraced each other again.
"Mom, you give the best head."
"I've had years of practice, Sweetie" we both snickering at that
one.
"You and Aunt Susan and Mags used to give each other head during
each of your periods, Mom?"
"Of course, Dear-y, why wouldn't we?"
"I dunno. How come you never mentioned any of this stuff to me
when we had 'our talk'?"
"Because it wasn't relevant, because I didn't need to, then,
that's why."
I felt a pain then a small gush start sliding out. Mom could
tell as we held each other close.
"Pain, my Darling?"
"Just a little. Some more blood's coming."
"Let me see."
Mom rolled around to be between my legs. An ease of fluid felt
cool to my open crotch. Mom's tongue began lapping it up.
"That feels so wonderful, Mom!"
"I know it does, Sweetie. When I get mine next week, you can do
the same for me."
"Of course, Mom, of course. How wonderful you make me feel, Mom"
she just grinning up at me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Next week rolled around. Typical boring summer vacation. But it
was Wednesday. And Mom hadn't said anything about me joining in
her weekly "bridge game" with Uncle Sam and Aunt Susan. Aunt Mags
never attended these, very seldom at least, and Mom never really
would tell me why Aunt Mags didn't. But I really wanted to go.
When Mom finally came home from work, late, around six or so, I
met her at the door and asked.
"Mom, did you talk with Aunt Susan and Uncle Sam about me coming
tonight?"
"Yes, I did, Hon', sorry, I forgot to tell you, and we're in
agreement that until you loose your virginity and can and want to
join in every way, it would be best if you didn't come."
"Mom!"
"Now, young lady, we've had this discussion before, but this is
the final time I'm going to say this. I'm an adult. I have adult
needs and wants. You're not. You're a young lady just discovering
sex. You're discovering sex in ways a lot of young ladies don't,
but you're still only thirteen, are a virgin, and aren't even on
birth control pills yet."
"You said you're going to take me to the doctor and get me
some."
"Yes I did. Oh that's right, forgot to tell you that too. In two
weeks, we three, you me and Squirt are going to my gynecologist
together, and you'll get some then. Anyway, back to what I was
saying. I told you, Ang-ellll, that my sex life would stay my
business, not yours. If you can't handle that, then we all will
stop having sex, right now. No more between us, nor any more
between you and your siblings."
"Mom, that's not funny!"
"I'm not trying to be funny, Amy . . . "
Oh shit, she called me "Amy". That means trouble, always does.
" . . . I'm quite serious. Either you respect my decisions, or
we'll all stop, right now."
"Oh, okay" I mumbled with dejected look.
"C'mere, my Angel, c'mere" she whispered as she pulled me close
to her "I love you, Angel".
"I love you too, Mom."
"Tell you what. Once you lose your virginity, I'll make sure
that you can become a part of our weekly 'bridge game'."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. But you'll have to lose your virginity first, and
when we go over there, you'll have to let Uncle Sam screw you, at
least every now and then."
"Thanks, Mom!"
"Sure, Sweetie, sure. Now, I've got to get ready to go."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I spent the next two weeks thinking about things. Thinking about
how best to get rid of what was becoming my inconvenient
virginity. And thinking about my first pelvic exam to come
shortly.
Mom had made arrangements to take the whole day off work the day
of our exams. She had a bunch of vacation days she needed to use
up anyway, she said. She also mentioned that Dr. Jenkins was
getting concerned about her periods becoming heavier and heavier
at such a young age for her, and was going to give her a
trans-vaginal ultrasound, whatever that was; we'd find out soon
enough.
Dr. Jenkins was a sweet older man probably around mid-forties to
fifty or so. Some grey hair, some fineline wrinkles on his
forehead. It kinda surprise me when as we three walked in
together into the examining room Mom went up to him and gave him
a big hug and nice kiss on the lips, an " . . . uh, Harold, Dr.
Jenkins delivered all you kids, and he and I uhhhhhh, dated a
while after your Dad left, that's how I got to know him, as a -
uuhhhhh, as a friend" she coughed out when she noticed Squirt and
mine's expressions of surprise. He left the room for a bit as we
all got undressed and put on our examing gowns. The room was
cold, was too cool; my nipples became erect, as did Mom's in the
chill as we gowned up, Mom helping with mine.
"Mom, I'm nervous!" I couldn't help but say.
"Nothing to be nervous about, Ang'; every woman has to go
through this at least yearly; and you need your 'pills'; besides,
you'll see him examine me first, so you'll know what to expect."
"I know."
Dr. Jenkins came in and talked to Mom like me and Squirt weren't
even there. He discussed her recent sexual history, she
mentioning her and Aunt Susan's and Uncle Sam's weekly times but
not mentioning "us" as we all agreed on before hand, discussed
how her periods were getting heavier still each month, and just
talked in general. Then, time for her exam.
First, the usual. Checked her heart, checked her pulse, felt her
neck, examined her over front and back, checked her reflexes.
Like my pediatrician used to do me. Then had her go to the
lady's room to pee in a cup for him.
Then, having her lay on the table, Dr. Jenkins gave her a manual
breast exam. It looked like he was just feeling her up, but I
knew why he had to do it. Breast cancer and all. Then time for
her pussy exam.
First, the check for cervical cancer. Opening her up with the
speculum, he let me and Squirt look inside her. Her cervix was
plainly visible. Pink with a tinge of white around it. Juicy
looking. A wooden stick scraping at it to get some samples to
check for cancer.
"That's where menstrual blood and babies come out of" he mumbled
as he let us look before taking the speculum out.
One hand on her abdomen, two fingers inside her pussy, just like
the old sex manual showed. Then a change of gloves, then a finger
inside her hiney-hole, feeling around.
Then, the trans-vaginal ultrasound. A long probe shoved
inside her pussy, the image of her uterus and all showing on the monitor
beside him, he pointing out her left ovary, right ovary, each
fallopian tube, etcetera, to me and Squirt. It was kinda neat.
"Good news, Kate" he spoke to Mom, using her proper name "I
don't see any polyps or fibroids, your increased flow isn't
coming from there. We might have to run some further tests, check
your thyroid."
He buzzed his nurse on the intercom, and she came in with a
needle and syringe and drew some blood from Mom's arm. She didn't
flinch.
Then it was Squirt's turn. Same procedure basically, except her
speculum was tiny, very tiny. I couldn't see her cervix inside
her, it wasn't fully formed yet, Dr. Jenkins explained. She
giggled during the rectal exam.
Then my turn. I also had to pee in a cup, and his nurse drew two
tubes of blood before proceeding with the exam.
After my breast exam, he and Mom both looked at my pussy closely
before proceeding further. He poked and prodded and played with
my pussy lips as Mom looked on.
"Her hymen is very tough, very thick, Kate. Would you like me to
surgically help with it while she's here?" he said as if I wasn't
in the room.
"I hadn't thought about it. What do you think, Harold?"
"Well, you said you and her have talked about her becoming
sexually active soon, that's why you want her on the pill, and
you're going to teach her safe sex practices and all. I will say
this, Kate. If it was my daughter, I'd help her out surgically, a
little at least. It will be less painful now, in the office, then
during her first intercourse, when it might really tear open
badly, causing her much more pain."
Mom and Dr. Jenkins left the room for a moment to talk in
private, then came back in, a floor-mounted mirror and nurse and
tray of surgical instruments in tow. I sat up to talk with them.
"Honey, you remember what your hymen is."
"Uh-hu" I said with mock sarcasm.
"Dr. Jenkins says, and I agree with him, that your hymen is very
thick. You do have enough of an opening to allow for a finger,
Hon', but it's not big enough for a boy's penis, and since you'll
be having sex soon, he says and I agree that it would be better
if you surgically removed part of it, so during first intercourse
you won't be torn wide open and be in a lot of pain."
"Will this hurt, Mommy?" my voice not helping but call her
"Mommy".
"No, Amy, not a lot" Dr. Jenkins spoke "I'm going to numb it
first with a series of small shots, then just a couple of tiny
cuts and it'll be much better."
"Mommy, I'm scared!"
"Don't be, Hon'! I'll be right here with you, and it won't take
long."
"Just five or ten minutes at most" Dr. Jenkins added.
"Harold, could you give me a few moments to help relax her?"
"Sure Kate, go ahead. Tell you what, let me finish with her
exam, I need to do that, then you can relax her, then we'll do the
procedure."
He finished the exam as my mind folded in on itself. Then Mom
played with my clit some as she kissed my forehead and Dr.
Jenkins watched from his desk across the room as he made notes
and did some paperwork. Mom played with my clit harder. I was too
nervous to enjoy it.
"Harold, she's too nervous. She can't relax."
A nurse came in and gave me a pill. I began to relax almost
immediately.
The needles in my pussy lips slash hymen felt ice-cold, as did a
cold spray of something he said was an anesthetic and antiseptic
agent. A few moments passed, then as Dr. Jenkins worked between
my legs, I felt a series of sharp pressures on either side of my
pussy lips, then he sprayed my cunt with some other liquid and
patted me down. Mom putting a fresh Always in my panties, he
handed her a couple of prescriptions, one for my pills and one
for pain later.
I was still groggy as he talked to me.
"Amy, I've removed most of your hymen. It'll be sore for at
least a couple of weeks. If it's still sore after two weeks, come
see me. If you start bleeding heavy from the surgery, tell your
Mom, and she'll bring you over to me pronto. I've given her a
sheet telling how to take care of your vagina until it heals.
Follow these directions exactly. Your Mom will help you. Whenever
you decide to have intercourse for the first time, you'll need to
use a lot of KY jelly or similar lubricant, or you'll risk being
torn open and might start hemorrhaging from first intercourse.
Your Mom says you two have talked a lot about this, so I'm
depending on her and you to help make things good for you on your
first time. After your first time there shouldn't be any
problems. If there any problems at any times, tell your Mom, or
call me direct. I'm here to help."
I don't remember the drive home. I do remember Mom using a
squirt bottle to spray my pussy after I took a pee later that
night and patting it down, showing me how to do it, showing me the
direction sheet. Damn, it was sore. Even the light squirts of
water hurt.
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I slept until past noon. I vaguely remember Mom telling me to
follow the directions for cleaning myself that Dr. Jenkins had
given me before she went off to work early AM, giving me a kiss
on the lips as she left. My pussy felt like it had been run
through a meat grinder.
At least I had my birth control pills. And as soon as I decided
whom to let have my virginity, I could join Mom's Wednesday night
outings. That's what I decided I really wanted, to be a part of
that. That, my, our family tradition. As I lay in my bed with an
incredibly sore vagina, I decided that I wanted to get rid of my
virginity as soon as possible, it didn't matter to whom, and
become a part of Mom and them's gathering, and eventually
begin my own. Yep, that's what I decided.
I was watching teevee on the couch when Mom came home from work.
Shithead was off with his friends, Squirt was out in the backyard
playing.
"How's it feeling, Hon'?"
"IT is sore as everything, Mom, how would you expect it to
feel?" I replied only half in jest half in sarcasm.
"Let me take a look."
I peeled my jeans and panties off as Mom knelt before me and
pushing my legs high and back exposed my sex openly to her, her
fingers lightly touching the still-fresh scars, making me wince.
She kissed and lightly licked at the scars.
"Got a present for you, Dear" she whispered as she fished
something out of a Priscilla's Erotic Boutique bag. A nice red
six inch long vibrator and a couple of large packs of batteries
for it. My Mom is something else. I knew she didn't have one,
didn't like them, but she had bought me one 'cause she thought I
needed it.
"Thanks, Mom."
"When you're feeling like it, we'll use this to help open you
up, so your first time won't cause problems."
"Mom?"
"Yes Dear?"
"Speaking of that, I've decided to lose my virginity as soon as
my pussy heals."
"How wonderful Dear! And whom will the lucky young gentleman
be?"
"I haven't decided yet, Mom; all I know is, this virginity thing
is a bigger deal to everyone but me, and you promised I could
join you Wednesday nights after I lose it"
"Yes, I did, Dear"
"So I want to lose it as soon as I can. I don't care to whom I
lose it, I just want it gone."
Mom drew back from kneeling between my legs with a look of both
astonishment and puzzlement.
"I don't know what to say, Angel. Your first time should be
special, with someone special you love."
"And it was, Mom."
"Was? WAS? You mean you've been fibbing to me and have already
had sex!!??!!??"
"No, Mom. Yes, Mom" her face becoming flush with anger "I mean;
I mean to say, M-o-m, is that my first time was very special. It
was with you and Squirt and Shithead that night you caught us
playing spin the bottle in the tent. That was my first time
having sex Mom, with you, and with them, but mainly with you; you
were my first, Mom, you . . . "
Her face lost its anger and she smiled, drawing a deep breath.
"That is so sweet of you, Angel, to say that."
"It's the truth, Mom. You were my first. You. Whenever I have
some guy put his penis in my pussy, he won't be the first. You
were the first. You touched me in such a special way, then gave
me love with your tongue in your special way. You were my first,
Mom, as it should have been."
She just beamed with joy and almost started crying as she lunged
at me playfully to hug me close, she kissing me fully on the
lips, a slight whimper of cry coming from deep inside her.
"I love you so very, very much, my Angel, my true Angel!"
"I love you too, Mom, I love you so much too!"
We snuggled on the couch together for a while, just holding each
other and kissing and fooling around.
"Did you take your pain pills?"
"Uh-hu, but it's still sore."
"It will be for a few more days or longer. Do you want an ice
pack?"
"Nope. I tried one earlier, and it was too cold, it made it hurt
worse."
"Dr. Jenkins said if the pills didn't work he'd write a
prescription for something stronger."
"The best medicine for it would be your tongue, Mom!" we both
laughing at that one.
A few days passed. Time crept slow in the North Carolina summer.
My sore pussy made it uncomfortable to do much of anything except
hang around the house, couldn't ride my bike or anything much.
Squirt was sweet as was Mom, both giving me healing oral licks to
my sore pussy as I asked.
Another Saturday rolled around. Shithead Brother Bobby traipsed
in with his best friend Joe from down the street and Joe's older
brother Joseph Jr. or JJ for short.
"Hey Mom, can we watch some of the porn tapes? Joe and JJ have
never seen any before."
Mom didn't break her embrace with me. We knew Bobby had kept his
mouth shut, he risked losing fuck privileges with Squirt and
sometimes Aunt Susan and other sex privileges with Mom and me if
he ever breathed a word and he knew it. Mom's hand still lightly
rested atop my left breast my teeshirt being thin over it and she
made no effort to move it. Strange.
"Sure, as long as Joe and JJ promise to keep their mouths shut
and not tell their parents, sure, it's okay."
"Thanks, Mom."
Mom and I retreated to her bedroom. We stripped and soon she was
between my legs licking my sore freshly cut pussy lips, talking
to me between tongue baths.
"Mom, JJ sure is handsome."
"Yes, he is. Are you thinking about him being your first?"
"Uh-hu."
"He'd be a good choice, I think."
"Yeah, I know from other girls he's painfully shy and has only
been with Cindy, Marsha's old best friend, so he's not a virgin,
but close. And I can use his shyness to my advantage."
"What's your plan?" Mom slurped from between my legs.
"I think I'll just tell him I'm a virgin and ask if he'd like to
take my virginity. I'm sure he'll say yes, especially after I
tell him another girl will be there to make love to him too."
"Oh? And who is this girl that will be there with you and him?"
she cooed back coyly, already knowing the answer.
"Oh, I'll tell her after he says yes" I sniggered back at her.
The three boys were jacking off as they sat on the couch together
and watched the porn tape when Mom and I went back into the
living room. Joe and JJ panicked at first, tried to pull their
pants back up, but Bobby didn't bother, with a "hey guys, I told
you my Mom was cool, she is, ain't you Mom?"
"Sure, Bobby, as long as they are discrete, and stay quiet about
things. JJ, before you go, would you come see me?" a look of
panic coming over him "No, it's nothing bad, just a favor I
wanted to ask of you; you guys can go finish watching your porn
tape, I'll be in my bedroom, see me before you leave, JJ."
About an hour later we heard a knock at Mom's locked bedroom
door.
"Who is it?" Mom bellowed.
"It's me, Mrs. Green, you said you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, just give me a moment" she replied as she and I threw our
clothes back on "the show is yours from here on out, Amy" she
whispered to me.
"Ask where Shithead and Joe are at."
"Hi JJ, come on in; where are Bobby and Joe?"
"Oh, they left a little while ago; I stayed to finish watching
the tape, if that was okay."
"Sure it was. Angel has a favor she wants to ask you, don't you,
Dear?"
I patted the bed and nodded for him to come over and sit beside
me.
"JJ, I think you're the most handsome boy in town, and I'll cut
to the chase. I'm a virgin, and I want you to be my first."
His mouth dropped wide open. "uhhhh . .. . ugggghhhh . . . " was
all he could manage to say. I kissed him full on the lips.
"Oh, Uhhh, Mrs. Green."
"It's okay JJ, she and I have talked about this, and I'm okay
with it. I put her on birth control pills earlier last week, and
she had an operation so her first time would be less painful for
her; she'll be healed in a week or two, about the time her birth
control pills will make her safe. Her pills aside, you'll still
have to use a condom for safe sex purposes. The decision is
entirely between you and her."
"I ; I . . . I don't know what to say; what; what's the catch?"
"The only catch is my handsome prince will also have another
girl present when he takes my virginity, and he and she may or
may not make love as they also please, too, that's the only
catch."
His whole body literally shook. I thought he was going to bolt,
run like hell out the door. Silence for a couple of moments.
"Can I ask who this other girl will be? Is she pretty like you,
Angel?"
"You're looking at her, JJ; am I pretty enough for you?"
His face beamed.
"Oh God yes, Mrs. Green"
"Kate, please, call me Kate."
"God Yes, Kate, Ang'"
"One important thing, JJ" Mom continued "this must stay totally
confidential. And one other thing; I'll join you and my daughter
for her first time; after that, I probably won't join you any
more; whatever she and you do after that first time, that'll be
between you and her. You okay with that?"
His face was white as a sheet. He gulped hard. Then again.
"Sure, Mrs. G; I mean, Kate, sure."
"JJ" I murphed, getting his attention "I had an operation last
week to help open my pussy up for my first time; and my pills
won't make me safe for a few days; but we could fool around some
now, if you'd like."
He was literally speechless, muttering only some garbled sounds.
No matter. I placed his hands squarely on my titties and moved
them around some. He got the idea. I kissed him and he kissed
back. He got the idea. I took my teeshirt off and he then took
his off. He got the idea. I pressed his mouth to my right nipple
as Mom started sucking on my left one,. He definitely got the
idea. Mom pulled off her blouse and bra and pulled JJ's mouth to
her own breast as I started sucking her free one. He beyond got
the idea at that point.
The bulge in his pants was huge. Mom's hand expertly freed it.
My mouth soon found it, as did Mom's as she joined me and JJ
leaned back on his back on our bed, straining to watch us give
him a double suck. He didn't last long, coming within a couple of
minutes. His cock, rock-hard, was still smaller than Uncle Sam's.
Mom told me later that he was probably five and half inches or
so, a little smaller than average, but that was going to be
perfect for my first time. His jism squirted on our faces as we
licked him clean, giving him a nice show of swapping our tongues
in each other's mouths. My pussy quit hurting, no twinges at all,
except for little ones wanting to fuck him right now. But I
couldn't, still too soon. His cock now limping now becoming
slightly erect again.
Mom and I finished undressing each other as JJ threw off his
clothes.
"JJ, please show me that you know how to use a condom properly"
Mom gently barked as she fished one from her nightstand drawer.
His cock started going limp a little as he struggled with the
package. Mom pulled me close to her as we began kissing and
groping each other. "JJ, see this? We'll both be yours for my
daughter's first time. Calm down. Show me you know how to
properly use a condom."
JJ took a couple of deep breaths as Mom and I fooled around in
front of him at the base of his feet as he opened the condom
wrapper and with one quick motion rolled it properly down his
shaft.
"God, Mrs., I mean Kate, you two are so hot together!"
"You can't fuck me right now, JJ, but would you like to fuck
Mom?"
Silly question. Mom lay on her back and he flipped on top of
her, entering her with his second hard-on raincoat covered. I
sucked a breast and kissed her as he pumped away. She seemed
pleased, urging him to slow down a bit only once or twice. This
time he lasted a good twenty minutes.
"Very well done, young man, very well done indeed" she cooed as
she ran her fingers through his thick curly hair as he finally
came, plopping down beside her.
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I was still sore even after the following week. Still sore the
following weekend. But no matter. It was time.
Mom had allowed me to go with her that previous Wednesday night,
primarily to get some more practice sucking adult cock, sucking
Uncle Sam's more precisely. Sam and Susan, they were no longer
called "Aunt" or "Uncle" by me, licked my cunty to try to
help me feel better, and to make me feel a part of "the group". They were
pleased that after JJ took my virginity the following weekend
that I'd become part of the group.
Mom had shooed Shithead and Squirt off to Aunt Mag's for the
weekend. Mags had promised Bobby unlimited fucking, and Squirt
liked having sex with her, too. JJ arrived promptly as promised,
eight in the morning that following Saturday. We met him at the
front door wearing old but presentable terrycloth bathrobes. He
was in tight jeans, a tight teeshirt that showed every muscle of
his sixteen year old sinewy body, and was carrying his old gym
bag. I gave him a big hug and kissed him full on the lips as he
made his way inside, Mom doing the same to him once the front
door was closed. I was nervous, but neither he nor Mom seemed
nervous at all. Mom made pleasantries about getting him a drink.
We sat down on the couch together, he in the middle between us,
and sipped Pepsis from cans. Mom had rented a special X-rated
compilation tape of female-male-female threesomes. We began
watching it as Mom also brought out some finger sandwiches and
other snacks from the kitchen, sitting back down beside our JJ,
letting her robe fall open, me peeling mine open so he could look
and feel as he wished. You couldn't have wiped the grin off his
face with an ax.
Few words were said as he kissed me first, then Mom. The bulge
in his pants was already full. My hand found it and playfully
patted it through his jeans. We had all day, but he was ready,
and I was ready.
"Not so fast, young ones" Mom purred as she stood up and let her
robe fall to the floor "let's take our time. Angel, my daughter,
I'm going to suck your pussy" as she knelt before me and opened
my robe, spreading my legs.
She made a show for JJ of sticking her tongue out as far as she
could to lick my clit and my still a little sore lips, then rubbed
my clitty with each of her nipples. God, that felt so good! Then
a finger inside me, then two which caused a bit of pain, then three
as she rotated her hand inside me causing me a lot of pain but
which I was determined not to show.
Her finger stretched my cunny opening something fierce. It really
burned down there.
Her three fingers, after all, were bigger than JJ's cock. Then
she started licking my clit while frigging me and after the burn
eased up, a nice little series of waves of orgasms swept over me.
Nice.
"JJ, would you like to try?"
He was not as practiced as Mom, but he didn't just shove his
fingers inside me, working them slowly like Mom had just done,
and his licking of my lips and clit were pretty good, too.
Mom whispered to him to stand up, she helping him strip as he
did. His cock for being smallish as Mom said it was from her
experience looked perfect to me. I touched it, held it, then
began sucking it as he stood before me as I sat on the couch, my
pussy lubricating enough to where I felt wetness underneath me on
the sofa cushions. I had wanted to extend things out more, but
what the hell. It felt like it was time. JJ was simply going to
be the instrument of my de-virginizing. It was time.
Getting back to Mom's bedroom, the pillows were already arranged
on the bed. Mom and I had talked about it, and she strongly
suggested that considering what was left of my thick hymen and
all, that him taking me from the rear as I lay shoulders flat on
all fours would probably be best.
We three kissed a nice triple-kiss, our hands roaming freely,
then I hopped on the bed and assumed the position. I heard a
condom wrapper being torn open and felt Mom work some KY in my
pussy, not that it needed much if any additional lubrication,
then with an ease I didn't expect to be there, felt JJ's cock
slip inside me as Mom scooted down to cradle me, putting her
arm over my shoulder as JJ began a slow pump. I felt a fullness that
I had never felt before, even with Mom's fingers. I felt him pushing up
against my cervix and for a moment thought that JJ was pushing all
my innards around!
"How you doin', Baby?"
"Just fine, Mom. It feels great. I'm finally a woman, I'm
finally no longer a virgin!"
"Yes you are Baby, you are finally a woman in all respects. Is
he hurting you?"
"No, not at all Mom, his cock feels wonderful.
Am I bleeding much?"
"Let me check."
Mom scooted back around to inspect things as I lay face down on
the bed my ass high in the air, her fingers and tongue running
over my cunt a little before moving back down to my head.
"You're bleeding just a little, Hon', but not from your hymen,
from inside, that's to be expected your first time. You're fine."
"Mom?"
"Yes, Hon'?"
"Will you lick my asshole while he fucks me?"
"Of course my darling."
Her tongue play at around and in my anal pucker as JJ picked up
his pace, Mom's hand also massaging my tit closest to her. I felt
her move a little and bring JJ closer to me as his pumping
continued.
"Fuck my daughter, JJ, fuck her hard, fuck her as hard as you
want, you stud you, fuck my precious daughter hard enough to make
her scream with pleasure!"
Mom's not usually much of a talker during sex, and her words got
to him and me both as he grabbed me by the waist and just started
shoving his cock inside me as hard as he could. He didn't,
couldn't last long like that. Two or three minutes later he was
through trying to shove his cock through my cervix and collapsed
on the bed beside me, me rolling over to be with him.
"Thank you, my JJ, thank you."
He gave me a look like "what the hell are you thanking me for?
You just gave me a fantasy fulfilled beyond any guy's wildest dream.
I should be the one thanking you."
"You're welcome, my Angel, you are very welcome."
By then Mom had also made her way over and had pulled his condom
off and was sucking his limping cock. He tried to pull away in
jest but she just grabbed and held him down as her blowjob of him
continued.
"You ain't goin' anywhere, young man, until I get some of this
delicious cock, too."
Sixteen year old guys being sixteen year old guys, his cock soon
rose to attention once again. She didn't waste it. Sans condom,
she crawled atop him and began a wild, passionate grind.
"Ang', come behind me and play with my tits and my pussy and his
cock as I fuck him."
"Sure Mom."
I held her close for all I was worth, kissing her between her
shoulder blades as my hands freely roamed over the front of her
body, my breast nudging into her back, my hands playing with her
breasts and rubbing his cock and her cunt as she wildly fucked
him from atop. God, my Mom is so freaking hot! I just know that
when I'm with her and Sam and Susan she'll be this hot or hotter,
I just know it.
JJ's hands joined mine at Mom's breasts, we both grabbing at
them, as her posting of our lover continued. Poor old JJ, sixteen
or not, couldn't take much more of that, coming as he gulped for
breath, she flopping off him pulling me with her.
"Suck my cunt, daughter, suck JJ's come out of my pussy, now!"
she commanded with unfamiliar style but I happily complying none
the less.
JJ watched us from inches away as I licked and slurped at Mom's
sloppy cunt. JJ looked like he had died and gone to heaven. He
probably had.
"Got another one in you right now, young man?"
"I think so, Mrs. . . ., yeah, I think so, Kate."
"Then fuck Angel some more, today is to be for her, and if you
have any left, I want you to fuck my ass."
"Sure, Kate."
We both ministered orally to him to get him back up, which he did
quickly. Then another condom, then he on top of me as I lay on my
back. His eyes met mine. We gazed into each other's eyes for the
longest time as he held me close, his arm under my shoulders, and
Mom just gently petted at us both.
"I love you, Angel" he murmured.
"I love you too, JJ."
For half an hour or more, he just made sweet, almost innocent
love to me, kissing me, hugging he, caressing me, thrusting deep into
my love canal, grinding across my clit, making me feel an aching
emptiness when he pulled back and, Mom not distracting us by lightly
running her hands where and when she felt, just lightly touching
us both as JJ and I made true, passionate, selfless love.
"Do you want to come now, my lover?" I whispered to him.
"Yes."
"Then come in Mom's ass. It's what she wants. And I love her.
Pull out of me and come in my mother's ass."
Mom was on all fours before he moved off me good. Her anal bud
was gaping open and closed, almost begging for it as I worked a
little KY in it, not that she needed it. I guided JJ's cock into
her asshole and Mom just screamed a banshee cry of passion into
her pillow where her face was buried.
"You okay, Mom?" I couldn't help but ask, she nodding her face
"yes" while using both hands to hold her pillow to it. I wanted
JJ to have a super-big come, but didn't know what would turn him
on further. Then it hit me. As I scooted beside him as he
continued his assfuck of Mom, sweet nothings hit his eardrums.
"Hey JJ? Enjoying yourself? Not only do you have two women to
fuck all day, but you have a mother and daughter to fuck all day.
You know how many guys would kill to fuck a mother and daughter
at the same time? Not only a mother and daughter, both a mother
and daughter who like to lick each other's pussies and play with
each other's titties. You know how many guys ever get to fuck a
lezzie mother and daughter team? None! You know how lucky you
are, JJ, fucking my mother's ass after you've taken my virginity
and watched me and Mom go at each other like lesbian sluts, you
know how lucky that makes you, Hhhhuuuu?"
That did it. He grabbed hard at her waist, pulled her tight to
him, and came and came and came, finally collapsing beside us as
Mom and I moved around to cuddle with one another.
"That was perfect, Mom."
"Yes it was, wasn't it, my darling Angel? You were perfect.
Happy?"
"Beyond."
"Want to fuck JJ again when he wakes up?"
"Uh-hu; IF he ever wakes up!" we both breaking out loud in
laughter on that note as our lover snored away just inches from
us.
Chapter 4
Angel loses her virginity, becomes a full partner in the weekly "bridge game"
with her Mom and Aunt Susan and Susan's husband, and then attends her first
swinging hotel social with her Mom, her Mom having been a founding charter
member of the Raleigh Friends swing club.
I couldn't hardly wait for next week to roll around so I could,
for the first time, join Mom and her sister my Aunt Susan and her
husband my Uncle Sam in their weekly midweek "bridge game" as Mom
promised I could, now that I had lost my virginity to Bobby's
friend JJ and gotten that impediment out of the way.
Bobby was his usual pest, pestering both me and Mom continually
for fucks or sucks and we sometimes letting him most times not
most times he having to settle for doing Squirt, my little
8-year-old sister Janie when he couldn't nag one of us into
relieving his 11-year-old boyhood masculine urges.
Janie seemed pleased the way things had worked out, she seemed
to be enjoying our sexplay as much as Mom and Shithead Brother
and I were but also seemed to be very far away, have a very
distant look in her eyes and a distant tone in her voice at times
even when she was playing with one or more of us. I couldn't help
but feel maybe Squirt shouldn't have become a full partner in our
sexcapades, maybe she should have waited until she was older. I
expressed these concerns to Mom, but Mom basically poo-pooed
them while acknowledging them.
"Angel, your aunts Susan and Mags and I started our sexplay
early too and didn't suffer any ill effects. We became sexually
free, but not sex maniacs. We became sexually knowledgeable, but
not freaks or addicts where sex rules our lives. Your sister will
be fine, Ang'."
"But Mom, a lot of times I really don't thinks she wants to. I
think she does things a lot of times just because you and me and
Bobby are playing with each other so much now. I think she does
it a lot of times just 'cause we're doing it."
"If this is a real concern of yours, Angel, sure, I'll have a
talk with her. I'll stress she never has to have sex with her
brother, not you or me either, that if she doesn't want to all
she has to do is say no and that will be more than okay; okay?"
"Sure, Mom, and thanks!" I cooed in Mom's ear as we sat next to
each other on our, excuse me, Mom's bed late that Tuesday night.
"You really do love your sister, don't you?"
"Yes, Mom, I really do."
"That's good! Hopefully you and Squirt will stay as close as you
are now all the rest of your lives as your Aunt Susan and me are."
"I hope so, too, Mom" she hugging me close as she pulled me back
onto the bed, her hand rubbing my small but budding breasts
through my top.
"Finished your chores, finished doing the dishes and taking the
garbage out?"
"Uh, not exactly."
"Well, exactly Miss Amy, I suggest you finished them first,
before we snuggle a little. I've got to go into work early
tomorrow morning, so we can't play much tonight, but we'll have a
nice time at Susan and Sam's tomorrow night, 'k?"
"I'm looking forward to it so much, Mom!" I replied with sincere
glee about the upcoming time tomorrow night but with sarcastic
sling because I had to get up to go finish my chores. Sometimes
being a thirteen-year-old girl, even if your Mom is your best
friend and your lover, can be a real bitch, since Mom no matter
what else we did always still acted like my Mom in every way
except when we were in bed together, and yeah, that sucked.
+++
Mom came home late that fateful afternoon, five or ten minutes
after sex, I mean six, knowing we were supposed to be at Aunt
Susan's and Uncle Sam's at seven, rushing in throwing some
groceries in the fridge and pantry and then rushing to the
bathroom.
"C'mon, Angel, come to the bathroom with me" Mom barked as she
pulled on my shoulder a bit, something she had almost never done
before "we're running a little late, but we'll be okay."
In the bathroom, Mom fished out one of Summer's Eve douches from
under the sink.
"Do you know how to use one of these?" she spoke somewhat
sharply as her clothes hit the floor haphazardly, I shaking my
head "no", she should have known that I didn't since she had
never shown me how to; "get your clothes off, Ang'."
Standing naked in our tub/shower, she assembled the douche,
screwing the nozzle onto the bottle of fluid, then hiked one leg
onto the side of the tub and worked the nozzle inside her, firmly
squeezing all the douche mixture out of the bottle and into her
pussy as it ran down her leg.
"Now, you get one, and I'll help you do yourself."
Even though I had lost my virginity and my vagina was getting
more used to having things put inside it, the nozzle didn't want
to quite go in, and Mom seemed to get a little impatient with me.
"You've got to relax, Amy" my proper name used always meaning she
was irritated or worse with me "or the nozzle won't go in."
"Why do I have to use it, Mom?" I asked as I tried to maintain my
balance with one leg hiked up on the side of the tub as Mom did
her thing to me in front of me.
"Because, Angel, it's just common courtesy; Sam's going to shower
and wash his cock for us tonight, Susan's going to shower and
douche too so she'll smell nice for us"
"But Mom, I don't mind the smell of Susan or any other lady" I
protested.
Mom stopped what she was doing for a second, put her hands on her
hips the bottle of Summer's Eve in her right one still, and gave
me a funny look as she gently scolded me "okay, then, it's for
Sam, Sam is a little funny about stinky female smells sometimes,
sometimes not, so Susan and I always douche before partying, and
now you'll have to, too, if you want to play with us."
"You know I do."
"Then open up your legs for me some more, Darling, and lets get
this done."
The nozzle finally went it as did the gush of fluid behind it,
then the bottle tossed in the trash and we quickly showered
together not even playing with each other as the hot water rinsed
the smell of Summer's Eve off of us smelling funkier to me than
either of our female smells had been but whatever, I just wanted
to become part of their circle.
I put on a tube top and shorts but no panties underneath and my
favorite sandals as Mom threw on her favorite tennis top and
tennis short-shorts and Reeboks before grabbing her purse and
almost rushing out the door. As we drove through town over to
Susan and Sam's, the traffic being heavy it being just after rush
hour on a weekday, Mom didn't say much at first but just smiled
at me and reached for and held my hand on the seat space between
us.
"Nervous, Angel?"
"No, not really, Mom; I think you're more nervous than I am" I
kidded with her a bit.
"Actually, I probably am."
I know I couldn't help but show some surprise. "Why are you
nervous, Mom?"
"I don't know if nervous is the word, Ang'; I'm just . . . I'm
just concerned that everything will go alright, and you'll fit
in."
"Oh, I will, Mom; Uncle Sam's been wanting to fuck me like crazy
since that first night of our sex education, and Aunt Susan is
such a dream."
"Yeah, Sam's been wanting you, for sure. Remember, anything he
wants to do that you don't, you can always say 'no'. Remember
that."
"I know Mom, and I will."
Sam and Susan had prepared a light supper of salads and a Mexican
chicken dish, not too spicy or hot but with a pleasant
aftertaste. We all sat around in the living room, Mom on the sofa
with me, Sam and Susan on the loveseat with each other as we ate
off their everyday china atop TV trays as "Judge Joe Brown" then
"Judge Mathis" shows played on the TV in front of us. No mention
was made of sex as polite conversation filtered back and forth,
Aunt Susan asking me how my summer vacation was going, Sam asking
Mom about a mechanic she had recommended to him, Mom asking Susan
about a redtag sale that was going on at Hecht's department
store and if she wanted to go with her this coming weekend to it.
I had expected there be wall-to-wall sex happening as soon as we
got in the door, and it wasn't happening. Sam would guffaw very
loudly occasionally at the nonsense being played out in the faux
courtroom dramas as Susan would tap him on the shoulder
whispering that "company's here, behave yourself!" only
half-joking with him. Aunt Susan got up from beside her husband
Sam and came over to sit next the other side of Mom as Sam sat
fixated on his shows, Mom and her talking about a shoe sale going
on at Pic-N-Pay. Damn, if this is what their weekly mini-orgy get
together was going to be like, it was going be bor-ring. I got up
from next to Mom and sat down beside Uncle Sam and put my hand
squarely on his knee and squeezed. He paid me not one bit of
mind.
"Ice cream, anyone?" Aunt Susan asked as she got up to clear the
teevee trays, Mom also rising to help her "Angel, ice cream? I
have Bryer's vanilla and French chocolate?", I shaking my head
"no" in reply.
I had been expecting wild wall-to-wall sex and all we had done
was eat dinner however nice and watch some boring shows on TV.
Uncle Sam still ignored my hand on his knee. I put it on his
crotch, atop his pants. Still no reaction. I kissed him on the
cheek, he quickly turned to kiss me on my forehead before turning
back to watch his show. Shessshhh! Expecting a fuck and can't
even get a real kiss from him.
Mom and Aunt Susan came back from the kitchen and sat down
together on the couch. As Sam watched his show as my hand still
couldn't even get a modest hard through his pants, Mom and Aunt
Susan slowly began to smooch and kiss. Finally! They hugged and
smooched and started kissing very passionately as their hands
began roaming over each other.
The "Judge Mathis" show's credits rolled across the screen as
Uncle Sam hit the "off" button on the remote and turned to me as
I sat next to him on the couch his cock bulge through his pants
now feeling a little firmer. I mean, Uncle Sam and I had had sex
before of a kind, he and I had fooled around some that first time
and I had practiced sucking his cock some the other week, so it's
not like we weren't lovers of a kind, he just hadn't fucked me
with his cock yet because I had said "no" that first time and
then they wouldn't let me fully join in until I had lost my
virginity which I had the other week to JJ, so I was ready.
"Sorry about that, Angel, it's just that I never miss 'my shows',
I always watch them every day."
"That's okay, Uncle . . . "
"Sam; I'm just Sam now, Angel" he cooed back to me as his eyes
met mine and his hand cradled the back of my neck as we swooned
in closer.
"That's okay, Sam."
"Bet you thought it'd be like a Roman orgy, hu?"
"Well, no; well, kinda."
"That's okay. It is, it will be. Just look at your Mom and Aunt
Susan over there" Mom and Aunt Susan by now having their tops off
and Susan was expertly sucking Mom's breasts as they sat on the
loveseat "the usual chain of events is" he continued "that I
always let Kate, your Mom and Susan have whatever time they want
to themselves, and then they let me know when I can join in. Now
that you're part of the group, you and I can fool around some and
when they are finished with each other, we can join in then, as
we please. Sound good?" I nodding my head "yes" in reply "let's
go to the bedroom, then."
Sam helped me off with my top and shorts as he encouraged me to
help him get undressed, gently placing my hands on the zipper of
his pants as he pulled his shirt off as I sat on the edge of the
bed as he stood before me, his cock now free almost fully erect
not even inches from my face. He didn't have to ask me to do the
obvious next. My mouth encircled his cock and I began to slowly
suck it. His hands lightly grabbed my ears and the sides of my
face, holding my head still as he began an easy mouthfuck of me.
I didn't mind.
We laid down on the bed together. We kissed, he holding me close
to him as my arms wrapped around him and his around me.
"Nervous?" he asked I replying "of course not! I think Mom is
more nervous than I am" he just laughing as we kissed and his
hand pressed its way between my legs and mine gently masturbated
his cock. Mom and Aunt Susan were nowhere to be seen.
Uncle Sam, Sam, rolled on top of me as I spread my legs for him.
He entered me without a word or even a sound, his eyes looking
deep into mine. His larger member than JJ's popped a little cunny
muscle or two, I felt them do so. It didn't hurt, not really.
"God, Angel, you're every bit as tight as I had hoped."
"Thanks . . . uh, Sam . . . I even douched for you, too" his
grinning smile becoming even a bit wider than it had been at that
remark.
"That's nice. Feel good?"
"Uh-hu."
"All fours, then?"
"Uh, sure, anything you'd like."
He positioned me the way he wanted, then got something out of the
nightstand. Entering me, he pulled one wrist then the other to
the middle of my back, then the feeling of cold metal and the
sound of metallic clicking as he handcuffed me behind my back as
his fuck of me continued.
"Do the handcuffs make you nervous?"
"No, not at all" I replied honestly, knowing that Mom was in the
next room with Aunt Susan and if he did anything too crazy to me
she'd kill him.
"Would you like a little spanking as we fuck?"
I had to think about that for a second. "Sure" I eventually
replied "as long as you don't swat me too hard, and stop if I say
stop."
"Just say 'Cleveland' if you want me to stop, not 'stop', okay?"
"Sure" I not quite understanding the concept of safewords back
then "Cleveland, it is."
His hands rubbed my asscheeks as our fuck continued and he began
his occasional pop-pop spanking of me. Not regularly timed slaps,
just the odd open-hand pop of one cheek then the other as his
hard grew and grew inside me and my wrists stayed bound behind my
back.
"Enjoying it, Angel, My sweet thirteen-year-old Bitch?" he hissed
at me not from anger but from passion instead.
"Yes, Sam, yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!"
He didn't need to be asked. Grabbing me by my waist as I stayed
on all fours, he drove deeper and harder and deeper and harder
still, still managing to land the odd open-hand spanking slap on
my reddening asscheeks while doing so.
"God, Angel, you are so fucking tight! I can't believe it, how
good you are. Jeezzzz!!!" he moaned as I felt his orgasm not
spurt but flood inside. For a moment, he just kind of stayed
motionless behind me, then collapsed on the bed beside me as he
pulled me close to him. For a few moments we just laid there next
to each other, my arms still manacled behind my back, motionless,
silent, eyes meeting then shying away, his hand sometimes
grabbing a breasts and fingers sometimes pulling then pinching a
nipple. I didn't mind. It felt good. It all felt good.
Then a "will you look at this! My brother-in-law and my thirteen
year-old daughter in bed together, just having had sex. Shall we
call the cops and have the scum Sam arrested for contributing to
the delinquency of a minor, Sis'?"
"That's not funny, Kate!" Sam managed to grumble out as he roused
a bit, raising up off the bed to stagger over to them "not
fucking funny at all, sister-in-law!" he barked seriously before
cracking up a little and kissing her fully on the mouth as Aunt
Susan joined their hug and kiss "I wonder what the authorities
would think if they knew this minor's own mother was the first to
get to that delicious pussy of hers, what would they say?" the
three of them embracing while giggling.
"Hey, guys, what about me? Please get these handcuffs off me!"
Aunt Susan unlocked the cuffs and pulled me close to her as Mom
and Sam cuddle together next to us on the bed.
"Was Sam okay? He didn't get too rough with you, did he?" I
shaking my head "no" with a "no, not at all; I knew he wouldn't
get too rough with Mom in the next room."
"Smart girl, you are."
"He did fuck me hard on all fours, but that's what I wanted."
"Did you come?"
"Uh-hu. Several times."
"Let me see" and with that Aunt Susan's fingers pried my legs
apart and her fingers plunged deep inside me, frigging me a
little before she pulled them out, smelling them, looking at
them, tasting them "a little blood on them. Are you sure you're
okay?"
"Yeah, Aunt Susan . . . "
"Susan" she corrected me.
"Yeah, Susan, I'm okay. My first, JJ, was just smaller than Sam,
that's all" I replied as her hand once again found my crotch and
her mouth kissed mine for a moment.
"You are so perfectly delicious, Angel! I'm going to eat my
husband's come out of your perfect little twat, okay?" she
stating a statement of fact close to an order and not so close to
a request as her face buried between my legs and her hands
reached up to play with my breasts.
Next to us, Mom was now on top of Sam, riding him. I don't see
how he managed. As little as I knew about men, I know that after
a huge come like Sam just had minutes ago with me that it usually
takes them a while to be able to get it back up. No matter. He
was obviously hard, and Mom was obviously enjoying riding him.
Susan in the meantime couldn't have cared less. Her tongue action
was driving me to orgasm after mini-orgasm. So much so that I was
starting to feel a little crampy.
"Aunt, eeerrrr, Susan, please stop! You're driving me wild!
Please stop, it feels so good, it's almost hurting!"
That remark made Mom and Sam stop for a moment, look at us next
to them, then look at each other, grin, giggle, then go back to
fucking, as Susan raised her head up.
"You're serious?"
"Uh-hu. I've come so much from your tongue that it feels like I'm
getting crampy, almost like I'm reading to start again" she just
grinning at that remark.
"Wanna trade places, then?"
"Sure."
I could taste the mild residue of her own Summer's Eve douche,
despite the fact that Mom must have tried to lick it all out of
her earlier. Propping a pillow under her butt, she asked me to
work my fingers inside her as I ate her, and to try to get my
whole fist inside her if I could. It didn't take long to do so.
My fist disappeared deep inside her cunt, all the way past my
wirstbone. Damn, that was hot! So hot in fact that Mom and Sam
stopped what they were doing, now fucking from the side, to roll
over to be close to Susan and I to watch the action, both just
smiling away at what they were watching.
"Damn, Angel's a natural!" Sam exclaimed to no one inparticular.
"Yes, she is, she certainly is" Mom replied to equally no one in
particular "I gotta get some of that; Angel, when you're through
giving Susan a nice come, your old Mom wants a fisting, too."
"Sure Mom, in a few minutes."
My tongue again found Susan's clit as my fisting of her
continued. I was enjoying every second of it. Sam was right, I
was a natural at it, at sex in general. Mom scooted beside me,
playing with my breasts as Sam entered once again from behind, my
pussy this time being more open and receptive to his cock. As Sam
fucked me from behind and Mom played with my tits as I fisted
Susan, Mom also slipped a single finger in my asshole and probed
a bit. Damn. She knew exactly what to do. Between Sam's cock and
her finger, I couldn't keep my concentration on Susan, so I
pulled my wrist and fist out of her and moved to the side a bit
to take Sam more fully.
"Eat me, Amy!" Mom barked as she moved around then slid her cunt
under my face as I knelt on all fours once again.
Sam didn't slap my ass this time, just concentrated on his
increasing pace of fucking me deep instead. Mom grabbed my head
by my hair and pulled me even tighter to her open crotch as Aunt
Susan made her way around to suck on Mom's breasts as I did. God,
how much hotter than that could things get? I could see why Mom
had been coming over to their "bridge game" every week for years.
Sam worked his thumb up my ass as his relentless fucking of me
continued, my being able to concentrate on sucking on Mom's clit
and licking her lips just barely stayed as his fucking of me
peaked as my own passion did, he coming once again inside me as I
slightly spurted my very first bit of cyprinne G-spot come, we
all collapsing together on the bed.
For at least five minutes, silence. Mom lightly kissed me as Sam
also did then Susan too as we lay snuggled together, happy.
Susan's hand lightly cupped one breast, Mom my other. Sam's cock
had shrunk to nothing, looking smaller than a baby's in its
little covering of foreskin, my hand lightly teasing it.
"Have you asked, told her about the party this Saturday night,
Sis?" Susan asked Mom, the peaceful slumbering silence finally
broken.
"What party?" my eyes widening with interest as her words came
forth without thinking.
"No, I hadn't. I was waiting to make sure things worked out
tonight first" Mom replied somewhat sleepily.
"What party?" I asked once more, this time with more serious
tone.
Silence for a moment as Mom pulled me closer to her, kissing my
forehead, with a "we belong to a social club called 'Raleigh
Friends'. It's a swing club that meets once a month at the
Crabtree Valley Holiday Inn. Remember what 'swingers' are from
'The Joy Of Sex'?"
"I . . . I think so."
"Swingers" Susan chirped in as her hand found one of my breasts
"are close friends who get together in a social setting to meet
and greet and have lots of great sex with each other, as
friends."
"Sound cool!"
"The only problem, Angel" Mom continued "is your age. You are
underage. Anyone who has sex with you is committing a crime, and
if found out, could go to jail."
"You know I'd never tell, Mom!"
"That is beside the point, Angel" Sam interjected "it's different
than the four of us or those others whom you trust having sex
with you. These are all adults, with adults needs and wants."
"Meaning that they would probably all want to have sex with me,
right?"
"Not exactly, but more or less, yes" Mom took the floor once more
as her hand played with a free breast of mine Susan being on the
other with her mouth now "just as with us and your siblings, you
can always say 'no', it's just that most there won't know how to
react to you. The youngest member ever allowed was sixteen, she
came to a party on her sixteenth birthday with her parents who
were long-time members, sixteen being the legal age of consent in
North Carolina."
"I know that Mom."
"Anyway, we've been talking with the other couples that run the
club, we're all on 'the board' together, and they feel like as
long as we take certain precautions . . . "
"Like what, Mom?" Aunt Susan now having moved around to be
between my legs once more.
" . . . like keeping you out of the truly public areas, like the
main dance floor and the buffet and bar areas, the areas where
first-timers and those newbies that are curious might see you,
and keep you up in the private party suite that is run by us and
the other regulars a couple of floors above the dance, that
things should be cool. Also, Angel . . ."
"Yes, Mom?"
"While you can always say 'no', there is an expectation of sex up
in the private party room. Just being honest with you, My Angel,
unless someone really turns you off, there is and will be an
expectation that if someone asks you for sex, unless you really
-really - really find them unattractive, in which case it is fine
to say 'no', that you'll have sex with them, even if it's just
'polite sex' for a moment or two. To be honest with you, Angel,
if this was a year from now, I'd be all for you coming with us.
But you just started having sex very recently. I don't know if
you're ready for this. What do you think?"
Moving my legs to make Aunt Susan quit licking my clit and
sitting up for a second as Mom and them did likewise, I put my
hand to my chin and thought silently for a moment.
"Will you be there, Mom?"
"Uh-hu, and that's another thing. If we go, if you go, everyone
will kind of expect you and I to do a show for them all before
the night is over. Everyone there, all the regulars, will really
get off watching us as a mother-and-daughter twosome."
"Will you guys also be there?"
"Of course" Aunt Susan replied "we're on the board too, the
steering committee, along with your Mom and a half a dozen or so
other couples who helped start the club."
"Another thing, Dear, is that there is a special 'ladies room'
where only women are permitted to enter; no guys at all; in
there, if you decide to go there, it's a given that everyone who
enters will have sex with all the other women who are already
there. You can come and go as you please. But while in there, sex
will be expected of you, giving and receiving, by all the women
in there at that moment."
"Sounds cool, Mom."
"There's also a BDSM room, too" Sam interjected "but that's for
couples only, male female or female female couples only, no
singles permitted. You wouldn't have to visit the BDSM room
unless you really wanted to, of course."
Mom held me close to her breast once more as Sam and Susan joined
us in a nice, laidback group hug.
"So, Angel, would you like to go to the party with us this
Saturday night?" Susan asked.
"Sure, as long as all three of you guys are going too, sure."
"Cool!" Mom exclaimed, trying to sound cool by saying "cool" but
falling short a little bit.
We group kissed and smooched and groped a little more before Mom
noticed it was already passed 10:30PM, half an hour later than
when she normally got home, and made a comment about Aunt Mags
who was our usual babysitter on these nights probably being
irritated because we were already so late. When we got home and
found Aunt Mags and Shithead Brother Bobby and Squirt all in
Mom's bed just playing away, Mags sucking Bobby off while he ate
Squirt out, at least Mom was relieved that Mags wasn't mad with
her for being a little late.
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The next afternoon she drove me over to Priscilla's, an adult
erotic boutique on Western Blvd., for my party outfit. I had seen
the one Mom was going to wear this coming Saturday many times, in
fact it must have been one of her older outfits period but it
still looked nice; a black leather miniskirt with a tight
front-hook black leather bra and a pair black leather lace-up
boots six inches high or so. Mom found an identical one for me
off the racks of women's leather clothing in the backroom and
took me back into the dressing room to helped me try it on.
"You're really blossoming out into such a pretty young woman, my
Angel" she whispered as she helped me out of my clothes to try
the leather skirt and bra on.
"Thanks, Mom. You know, I couldn't have a better Mom in this
whole world."
"You're just too sweet sometimes" she continued as she felt up
my boobs to make sure the warm black leather bra fit just right.
"I'm serious, Mom, you're the best!" kissing her fully on the
lips as I said it, she kissing me back, holding me close, taking
a deep breath for a second before pulling away.
"Enough of that, or we'll do something we should wait until we
get home to do!"
Then we drove over to "Options", a store I had seen out on
Hillsboro Street near the Capital and always wondered what
they sold because there were never any cars in the parking lot
but always seemed to be people coming and going in and out of it.
Inside the store, it was amazing. Like Priscilla's, except on
steroids. All sorts of leather whips, paddles, more leather
clothing for men and women, whips, chains, piercing stuff,
nipples clamps, clit rings, paddling benches, stuff I never seen
before.
"We bought your outfit at Priscilla's because it's the same
quality as here but a lot cheaper; this place is expensive, but
it's the only place in town where we can get your fetish shoes"
she whispered to me kneeling close as we made our way to the back
and then to the basement where the shoes where, drawing very
curious glances from the handful of patrons milling about the
store. Down in the basement, Adam, a store clerk that Mom knew by
name, helped me try on several pairs of ankle-high leather shoes
similar to the ones Mom had for her party outfit. Adam was cute.
He played with my feet and calves a little as he helped me find
the correct size of shoe.
"Adam and his wife Debbie are members of Raleigh Friends, too,
Angel."
"Cool! So I'll get to see you there, Adam?"
"Well, Adam didn't know you were coming this Saturday, Angel,
until right now when you told him."
"Ohhhpppsss, sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to spill the beans"
looking away with sheepish grin.
"That's okay Angel, I'm cool with it. Ask your Mom, I'm pretty
cool about most things, aren't I, Kate?" Mom smiling in reply but
not saying a word otherwise.
In the car riding home Mom fussed at me a little about telling
Adam I was going to attend the social, even though he knew Mom
and both were members. "You are underage, Amy, so you need to
keep your participation quiet; tell no one else you're going
unless you ask me first, okay?"
"Okay, Mom, sure. Mad at me?"
"Of course not; c'mere" she replied as she held my hand as we
drove down the length of Hillsboro Street back to home.
Friday night after supper Shithead Brother Bobby went back
outside to play with his friends in the neighborhood and Squirt
left the kitchen to go sit on the couch in the living room and
play some Nintendo. Helping Mom clean the table and put stuff in
the dishwasher, we made small talk about the upcoming festivities
tomorrow.
"Are you nervous, Angel?"
"Mom, I really think you're more nervous than I am. Like you
were the other night at Sam and Susan's. I was looking forward to
it, and you were definitely more nervous than me."
She shot me a look between deep thought and possible
recognition. "I suppose you're right, Hon'. We're walking a fine
line and playing a potentially dangerous game, taking you to the
party tomorrow. If someone gets upset or has a bad reaction to
you being there, I could go to jail, could lose you kids, all
sorts of bad things could happen."
"Then maybe I shouldn't go?"
"No, I've thought a lot about it ever since that first night I
caught you and the brats in the tent and we played spin the
bottle together. I knew then that you would probably join me in
all my activities. This is what I want, Hon'. This is who I am, a
sexually free woman. At thirteen and having sex for just a few
weeks, you are also quite the sexually free young woman. You are
simply amazing. I've told you the truth about what the party is
going to be like. As long as it's what you want, then you should
go."
"You're sure, Mom? If you don't think I'm ready, like you said,
I could always wait a few months or even another year or more. I
wouldn't mind. Now that I'm part of the fun with you and Aunt
Susan and Uncle Sam, I really enjoy that, that's enough for me.
And maybe JJ or another boy or two and maybe trying to seduce
Melissa (JJ's sister) too."
"The decision is really yours. You don't have to decide now. You
can decide tomorrow, and if you decide not to go, that'll be fine."
"Thanks, Mom" I replied in earnest while dropping the last dirty
fork in the dishwasher's silverware basket and then reaching over
to hug and kiss her "but I've already made up my mind; I want to
go."
"Okay then, but you'll have to do exactly as I say when we get
there."
"Not a problem."
Mom and I made our way to her bedroom for a little fun. We
stopped by the living room to ask Squirt if she wanted to join us
and she busy with "Tanks Of Doom" not bothering to turn to look
at us replied "maybe later, Mom". In the bedroom we leisurely
undressed and got under the covers to kiss and smooch a little.
Mom started telling me about the history of the club as our hands
mutually exchanged pleasant touchings under the cool sheets.
"Your father and I almost broke up over his cheating the second
year we were married, just after I had you. I got him to agree
that he could have one or two girlfriends on the side, but no
more random cheating. You were small then, an infant, and taking
care of an infant is exhausting, especially considering I was
working too. I wasn't too sexual then. Aunt Susan and I hadn't
fooled around in some years, mainly because she had moved away."
"Did you ever cheat on Dad, Mom?"
"No, not really. After you got a little older, the next year
when you were eighteen months old or so, Aunt Susan moved back to
town, and we began our physical relationship again, in earnest.
She didn't have a boyfriend then, so we'd get together once or
twice a week to have sex. Your father kept his word and only had
one or two regular girlfriends. He and I didn't have sex much
then, sometimes, not much. But it was soon after that that I got
pregnant with your brother. I knew it was your Dad's because I
only been with Susan."
"But Mom, you were going to tell me about how you helped start
Raleigh Friends?"
"Uh, yeah. After I had Bobby, a year or so after that, your Aunt
Susan and I had met at the house for a 'nooner' when your Dad
unexpectedly also came home, something he never did during the
day. He caught us dead-to-rights. Huge fight. Huge blow-up.
Almost split up with him right then. I pointed out that I had
allowed him his girlfriends on the side. He said he loved me. I
did love him, always have, always will. Susan didn't have a
regular boyfriend. He wanted a threesome with Susan and me. I
agreed, but only if he gave up screwing his girlfriends. The
threesome became a weekly thing, much like our weekly fun with
Susan and Sam is now. Then one day he brought home some swinger's
magazines. I agreed we would try to meet some other couples. I
love your father, but one man, one woman, has never been enough
for me. I know that now."
"But about the club?"
"I'm getting to that, Angel" Mom playfully chided me as she
tickled my ribs a bit as we snuggled naked under the cover "we
answered an ad, that first ad, and damned if the couple who had
placed the ad didn't turn out to be Dr. Jenkins who had been my
OB/GYN for years and who had delivered both you and Bobby and his
wife Karen. Talk about a shock. We swung with them the first
night we got together with them at their house, and from there
they introduced us to the circle of other swinging friends, about
six or seven couples then. We'd get together at their house about
once a month for a house party and swing. They have a large house
over in Country Club Acres off Glenwood, huge house, ten bedrooms
or so. From those handful of couples, our network of couples we
swung with just grew and grew. Eventually it got so big we had to
move the party to a hotel. So we started 'Raleigh Friends' as a
public front swing club so we could get good rates on banquet
facilities and rooms and such. Your Dad and I and the Jenkins'
and about six or seven couples that had been together from the
start, from the early days of meeting at the Jenkins' mansion,
became the core membership."
"Mom?"
"Yes, Angel?" her hand now rubbing my pussy easily under the
covers.
"If you and Dad liked swinging so much, why did you get a
divorce?"
Her hand stopped its rubbing and she pulled away for a moment,
propping up on one elbow to look at me intently, thinking so hard
her forehead was wrinkling.
"After I got pregnant with Janie, your Dad swore she wasn't his.
I had screwed a lot of guys by then, Ang'. Even using my pills
religiously, they don't work 100% all the time, a fact you have
to remember, too. Blood tests then a genetic test proved your Dad
is Squirt's father too, but that caused a lot of friction for
some reason. Then your Dad got possessive. He wanted continuous
threesomes and moresomes with me and other women, but didn't want
me screwing other guys without him there though he wanted to be
able to screw other women 'closed' meaning without me there and
didn't want me seeing Susan by myself for hers and mine usual
weekly times. He just got very insecure and very controlling.
When I resisted, he said he wanted to quit swinging altogether. I
told him 'no', that I wasn't going to quit. So he found someone
else who was more compatible with what he wanted, and left me,
left us."
Dead silence in the room for the longest time. Her hand once
again made its way between my legs as she lightly kissed me.
"Thanks, Mom, for telling me the truth. Are you ever going to
get married again? Are you going to marry Frank?"
"No, I'm not going to marry Frank. Frank has a schlong the size
of a horse's . . ."
"Mom!" I shot back with unexpected surprise and little giggle.
". . . but he's just a friend and a good fuck, that's all. Get
married again? I don't know, Angel, maybe, maybe not. If I fall
in love again with someone, sure."
"Thanks for telling me all this, Mom."
"Sure, Baby, you needed to know anyway. Would you like a little
head, or some dildo play before we go to sleep? It's a big day
tomorrow."
"If it's okay, can we just hold each other and go to sleep?"
"Sure, Hon', that's fine. I'm tired a little anyway.
As we snuggled even closer to each other, her breathing matched
mine and mine hers and slumber then sweetest dreams of dreams
fulfilled came quickly.
++++++++++++++++++
Beulah, a neighbor and single mom with two young children of her
own from a few houses down that picked up extra money from
babysitting occasionally arrived promptly at noon. Aunt Mags was
also a member of Raleigh Friends and would be going to this
social so she couldn't babysit Shithead and Squirt, so Mom hired
Beulah to let Bobby and Janie basically stay at her house until
we got back the following afternoon. I couldn't wait.
Mom and I had douched together, showered together, shaved our
legs together, put perfume on together, dressed in our identical
black leather miniskirt and bra and shoes outfits together, and
now were wearing identical London Fog-style raincoats as wraps in
the searing North Carolina summer heat together albeit in the
comfort of the air conditioning in our house as Beulah came to
fetch my two brat siblings. Mom had warned both time and again
about not talking about our sex play, no matter to whom or what
reason for, it was a no-no. Her own kids were younger and Bobby
always protested staying with her and them, but it was understood
he could stay out until dark then he had to go to Beulah's house
to spend the night which was okay with him.
In the car driving up Blue Ridge Road to the hotel Mom lightly
squeezed my breasts for a second through my overcoat with a
"ready, Angel?" as a transfer truck passed by and a trucker got
an accidental eyeful "uh-hu, yeah, I'm ready, Mom."
Dr. Jenkins, Harold, and his wife Karen were already in the
ballroom helping set things up when we got there, as were three
or four other couples. Dr. Jenkins gave me more than a friendly
hug with a "nice to see you, Amy! I'm so glad you could make it"
a sentiment also being echoed by his wife Karen, a mid-forty-ish
lady with pulled-back hair and large breasts and a bit plump but
not overweight and smelling of an expensive perfume who gently
groped my ass a little as she hugged me with a "my daughter
Cynthia is also anxious to meet you" coming from her as well.
Cynthia was the youngest member of the club, besides me now I
guess, at nineteen. She was the one Mom told me about who
celebrated her sixteenth birthday at a Raleigh Friends party by
going on a one-woman orgy as her parents looked on.
Adam, the clerk from the "Options" leather store and his wife
Debbie were also there, they also giving me intimate hugs as Adam
introduced me to his wife who kissed me full on the lips. She was
tall, thin, blond, small boobed, pretty in her sheer silk party
dress and white high heels. I kissed her back. "Karen, your
daughter is so preciouis!" she shouted at Mom as Mom talked with
Dr. Jenkins as they sat up the table for the tickets in front of
the screens which blocked plain view of the dancefloor in the
ballroom from someone casually walking by. "Yes, she is, thanks,
Debbie!" Mom politely shot back as she and Dr. Jenkins continued
talking.
Aunt Mags and Mom's boyfriend Frank came in, apparently as a
couple. Frank tried to hug me, but I held my arms tight to my
chest and resisted a little. He looked disappointed but didn't
say anything. Mags hugged and kissed me hard and I her back.
I walked over to the stage area where a couple of other couples
were busy stringing cables together and playing roadie for the
sound and DJ equipment. Ben and Denise were a Greek-looking
couple in their mid-thirties. Ben eyed me like a fox eyes a
chicken before eating it, Denise smiling at his lecherous playing
with me as we also exchanged hugs and polite kisses. Mom was
right; at the social, it's hugs and kisses, not handshakes. Bill
and Joan were busy playing with getting the lights just right.
Bill was an older man in his fifties at least, Joan was a busty
brunette with thick glasses maybe in her late thirties. "You look
so much like my daughter Samantha when she was your age, she's
grown now" Bill couldn't help but mutter when we exchanged hugs.
Another middle-aged couple, Greg and Mary Anne, were busy at the
bar area getting all the bottles and mixers and ice ready. They
looked their ages definitely, though Greg had most of his hair it
looked like a bad plug job or rug and a bad dye job too, and he
did have that middle-aged beer gut. Yeccchhh! She was sweet,
looking a lot like my Granny Campbell who died before I was born,
having only photos of her. "Thanks for coming, Angel" was all she
said as her lips lightly kissed mine as we hugged before she went
back to her pre-bartending duties.
Terry and Angela were the youngest couple there by far, so far,
both in the early to mid twenties I'd guess, younger than even
Adam and Debbie I think. Terry had a beard which scratched my
face a little when he hugged me, and Angela made no bones about
things she was hoping for when she placed one of my hands
squarely on her boob through her halter top and said aloud not
whispered to all to hear that she really wanted to meet me later
in the women's room for some fun. I just smiled at her, replied
"sure, maybe", and let them get back to their own chores which
was arranging the tables off to the side to clear out an area for
dancing in the middle of the floor.
Mom and the Jenkins' were sitting behind the cashier's desk,
actually an old beat-up fold-up table with a money box and roll
of theater-type tickets and a pile of blank nametags with the
"Raleigh Friend" logo printed on the them and some other stuff
atop it, when I made my way back over to her. They were engrossed
in conversation but stopped as I got in earshot. "Time for your
ID, kiddo" Dr. Jenkins sweetly barked at me. He lead me over to
behind the privacy screen which protected the private party from
prying eyes to a space where a red seamless backdrop had been
placed behind a bar stool and a Polaroid camera in front of it,
patting the bar stool in a gesture for me to sit on it. The
camera flashed at me and spit out a passport-type photo, which
Dr. Jenkins then slipped into a machine which then spit out my
newly-minted membership card and ID with my photo on it, "Angel
Green, member since 1989, Raleigh Friends" with the logo of
Raleigh Friends faint in the foreground.
Putting his arm around my shoulder as we walked back around the
corner of the screens, he asked "Mom went over the ground rules
with you?" asking a question he obviously knew the answer to.
"Uh-hu."
"Any questions you want to ask me in private, out of ear shot of
your Mom? It's okay. Just ask."
"Can we go somewhere to talk for a moment, Dr. Jenkins?"
"Sure. Let me go tell your Mom that I need some help bringing the
last bit of stuff up from the car. We can talk on the way there
and back."
As we walked down to the parking lot, I told him the story she
had told me about her and Dad and asked if it was true. He asked
how. I replied about how they got into swinging, and why they got
a divorce.
"Uh, yeah, that's pretty much true."
"Pretty much? I thought so. What part wasn't true, Dr.Jenkins?"
"Harold. Call me Harold, and Mrs. Jenkins, Karen. I'm not sure I
can say."
I placed the boxes of records and CD's back in the trunk of his
car as traffic out on Glenwood wizzed nearby. "Please, Harold,
the truth. I deserve it, don't I?"
He thought for a moment as his eyes scanned my face. "Yes, you
do. At the time of the breakup, your father experimented with
men. Your mother loves women and men, but won't be with a man
whose ever been with another man. Your father tried men, found
out he didn't like men, but by then it was too late. Your mother
wouldn't have a thing to do with him. That's the truth, Angel."
"Thank you Doc. . . thanks, Harold. Can we talk for another
couple of minutes?"
"Sure. Let's sit in the car for a while if you want."
He turned on the a/c of his older Lexus as we sat on the front
seat together. The cold air felt good. My leather skirt and bra
was very warm underneath my thin but waterproof London Fog trench
coat wrap. "What is you want to talk about, Amy?"
I just smiled at him and reached for his hand. He seemed
pleased. "Are you going to want to have sex with me tonight,
Harold?" He seemed a little surprised at my question but quickly
recovered.
"Uh, yeah, yes, Angel, I was hoping to. Karen and I both."
"That's cool, I'd like that, just wanted to ask."
"Your Mom told you that probably many men and women would want
to make love to you tonight, didn't she?" asking another question
he already knew the answer to.
"She said lots of club members would probably want to have sex
with me, that's what she said" he laughing a little at that
remark.
"Anything else?"
"Nope, that's all. We better get this stuff inside before the
heat warps the CD's, Harold."
Back inside Mom was waiting for me in the lobby. She had our
room keys and was ready to go upstairs. Dr. Jenkins and I dropped
the records and CD's off at the ballroom as Karen joined us as we
four went upstairs. Upstairs, Karen had already done most of the
work for the private party room, which was actually a
three-bedroom suite that also was theirs for tonight. A
computer-printed B&W sign on a piece of paper read "Private
Party; By Invitation Only" taped to their door. The room next to
it read "Power Room" and to the other side a door had a sign that
read "Women's Room / Women Only". Leaving Dr. and Mrs. Jenkins in
their room, we walked four or five doors past the Women's Room to
our room. Mom had already brought our stuff up. My suitcase was
on one of the two double beds in the room.
"What did you and Dr. Jenkins talk about?" she asked with
intensity but not anger.
"I asked him about the real reason you and Dad split up, and he
told me. I hope you ain't mad at him or me, he wouldn't have told
if I hadn't asked him, Mom."
"No, I'm not mad" she almost cried as she stepped quickly to me
as I stopped dragging stuff out of my suitcase as she hugged me
close "I should have told you the truth the other night, but I
didn't think you'd understand."
"Well, Mom, I do understand. No more fibs between us ever again,
okay?"
"Sure, Sweetie, and thanks for not being mad at your old Mom."
"How could I ever really get angry with you, Mom? You are my Mom
and I love you."
"I love you too, Baby" she cooed as she kissed me deeply and I
her, we easing on to my bed, nudging the suitcase out of the way
"would my darling daughter like a little warm-up fun before
tonight? It'll be several hours before the party really starts in
the private room. We could go check the BDSM and women's rooms to
see if anyone's in there yet? Probably not yet, it's way early. Most
couples won't start arriving until after five and the dance won't
wind down until after ten. Certain members may be wandering in
and out from time to time, but it'll get really boring up here
for you. Wanna little warm-up, my Angel?"
"Sure, Mom."
We took our black leather skirts and bras off and slid the
suitcases to the floor. Mom got out my little six inch vibrator
and began using it on me along with her tongue atop my clit. I
was definitely getting warmed up. My eyes closed and I just let
the rhythm of Mom working the plastic dick inside me take over.
Nice. The hum of the tiny motor filled the room along with my
growing scent. Then it stopped.
"Shit, I mean shoot, damn it! Sorry Hon', but it's already
four-thirty. Harold and Karen are expecting me downstairs, I
gotta help run the check-in for the dance. Are you hungry?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Just go downstairs to the restaurant and order anything you
want. Show them your room key and tell them you want to charge it
to the room. Or you can order room service, the menu's on the
desk there beside the teevee. I gotta run, Baby, I shall see you
in about four hours. I know you understand about not being
allowed to come to the dance . . . "
"I do Mom, it's okay."
"But if you need for anything, come to the desk at the ballroom,
if I'm not there whoever is manning it will know where I'm at."
"Okay, Mom, I'll be fine, seriously."
"I know you will, Baby; and it's okay to wander down to women's
room or BDSM room or the private party room. Remember what we
talked about, about do's and don't and expectations."
"I remember, Mom. Go have fun. I'll see you later tonight."
"You're a darling daughter, Baby" she cooed as she worked to put
her leather skirt and bra back on as she kissed me good-bye and
her outercoat wrapped around her.
I flipped through the channels but nothing was on teevee worth
watching. The entire floor was eerily quiet. I wasn't hungry,
just bored, so decided to go down to the restaurant to get
something to eat. Putting my own leather outfit back on, my nice
trenchcoat over that for modesty, I walked down the hall towards
the elevator. At the door to the Jenkins' room, the private party
room, a couple I didn't recognize tried to gain entry to it with
their room card. The door wouldn't open. Something smelled funny.
I walked past them like I was going down the hall instead. They
tried the doors to the power and women's rooms but their key-card
wouldn't work. They got frustrated and left. As they got on the
elevator, I turned around and went back. Trying the doors to the
party and power rooms, my own key-card worked fine, but there
wasn't anyone in either, then I tried the doorlock on the
women's room too and it clicked open as well.
Inside the women's room were the two double beds shoved together
along with a rollaway bed pushed beside them at the end to make
one large bed. The teevee was going full blast, an X-rated tape
playing scorching on the screen. And on the bed was a pert, cute,
perky young girl with slightly auburn hair shoulder-length and
nice 34C or so breasts and a thin waist and no behind to speak of
who didn't look a whole lot older than me, naked as the
proverbial jaybird, eating pizza from a box and drinking RC cola
from a hotel plastic cup.
"Hi, I'm Angel, and you are?"
"I can see you're Angel" she slightly sarcastically shot back as
she touched my newly-minted Raleigh Friends ID badge on the lapel
of my coat "actually, I knew you were coming, I've heard a lot
about you, I'm Cynthia, Harold and Karen's daughter" she chirped
as she leaned over to obligatorily kiss and hug me.
"I've heard a lot about you, too, Cynthia."
"Call me 'Cyn', everyone else does."
"Yeah, my name is really Amy, but everyone calls me Angel."
"Good to meet you, Angel; want some pizza?"
"Sure. I was headed down to the restaurant, but if you've got
extra. . ."
"I've got plenty; take your coat off and sit down; like X-rated
lesbian stuff?"
"I love X-rated lesbian stuff!"
"Yeah, from what I hear, you really do" me shooting her a look
of slight smart-ass-ed-ness "so, you really just thirteen?"
"Uh-hu. And you really lost your virginity at a club meeting on
your sixteenth birthday?"
"Well, actually" she continued as I slipped off my leather bra
and skirt to get naked with her and grabbed a slice of pizza as I
scooted close to her "I had lost my virginity some months before,
to my then-boyfriend who was my age, we'd screw a couple of times
a week; I always knew Mom and Dad were swingers, and after my
boyfriend and I broke up like two weeks before my sixteenth
birthday, it was me who asked them if I could attend a social.
They were really hesitant at first, but considering I was to be
'legal' by then, they eventually said yes. And the rest is
history. So, you're really, really just thirteen?"
I couldn't help but shoot her a slightly irritated look.
"Damn, girl, you sure don't look just thirteen" as a slightly
greasy hand found one of my breasts as she squeezed and played
with it a little, giggling a little while she did, me smiling back
at her as she did.
"Well, I am. Just thirteen. So, why you up here by yourself?" I
continued as I grabbed another slice of pizza.
"Same reason you are. I'm not 21. Mom and Dad are really nervous
about anyone under 21 being at the dance, mainly 'cause they have
an open bar and are afraid if anyone under 21 is caught being at
the dance, there'd be hell to pay with the cops and the ABC
Board."
"So it's just us for now?"
"Probably for a couple of hours. The regulars will start
filtering up around seven or eight, in and out. But yeah, you and
me for now. Wanna fool around some?"
"Sure. You're pretty."
"Awww, don't hand me that. I might be okay looking, but you're
cute. You're going to be the star of the party later. You and
your Mom really gonna do a scene for everyone in the party room
later?"
"Uh-hu."
"Damn. I always wished my Mom would let she and I fool around
some, but she and Dad both are squeamish about me being their
daughter and all. But I bet Dad's already made his reservation
with you to fuck you later, hasn't he?"
I just grinned as my fist playfully tapped her on the shoulder,
she grinning at me before turning to grab and pull me down on the
bed, kissing me deeply as we smiled at each other.
"I'm on my period now, Angel; will that bother you?" she
whispered through our kisses.
"Naw, my Mom and I fool around all the time on our periods, not
a problem."
"Let me go get a towel first. When I come back, wanna give me
some head, pull my Tampax out with your teeth?" she grinning like
the proverbial chesire cat.
"Sure."
We slid the towel under her butt as I lay beside her. I was in
no rush and neither was she. Our hands roamed as we kissed, our
mouths sucked breasts as our hands roamed more still, her teeth
lightly chewing on my nipples.
"Now, Angel, now."
My mouth found her cunt, my teeth found her string as I tugged
on it making a show of pulling it out as she raised up a little
to watch the proceedings.
"God, Angel, you are so frigging hot!"
My tongue slurped at her menstrual essence. She tasted a little
saltier than either Mom or Aunt Susan or Aunt Mags during their
"time". One then two then three fingers entered inside her,
frigging her at a nice even pace. She began bucking her hips into
my face, obviously enjoying it. My hand was red with her blood,
my tongue was covered in its tastes, sounds coming from her cunt
and mouth told of passions releasing.
"God, Angel, where did you learn to do that? Jezzzz!!!! Stop!
Don't stop! I mean 'stop' !"
I did stop, but not before driving her to two more nice orgasms,
sliding up to kiss her fully on the mouth to share her primal
flow with her, she sucking my tongue and face and hands clean of
the rouge coloration.
"Angel, my Angel; what a wonderful partner you are."
"And you are as well, Cyn'."
"That was wonderful. Would you like me to do you next?"
"Uh-hu."
She slipped between my legs and made herself at home. Her tongue
was as expertly used as you would expect a biwoman who's been
swinging for years to be. My eyes closed and I relaxed as she
ministered to me, to my erotic needs. Her tongue lapped
occasionally at my anal bud before finding its place back up at
my clit, she also kissing the inside of my thighs very tenderly,
very passionately. My little orgasms came and went like small
gentle waves washing over the beach.
She stopped for a moment and looked up at me. I grinned at her
through sleepy half-open eyes.
"My tongue and jaw is getting tired. Sorry."
"No problem" the clock on the nightstand now reading almost
seven o'clock, a full forty-five minutes later than when she
started giving me head "wanna go take a shower together?"
"Yeah, that'd be nice."
We took a steamy hot shower together, washing the ironic residue
what was left of it off us both, playing a little yeah but more
just washing, working Nivea cream onto drying skin once we got
out of the shower stall, she putting a fresh Tampax in as she
rested a foot atop the closed lid of the elongated commode as I
helped her balance, we both being a little woozy still from all
our fun.
Changing tapes out in the combination TV/VCR, Cyn plopped back
on the bed with me as what was left of the pizza began suffering
major damage once more. We sat close to each other as a lesbian
orgy tape began playing on the screen before us. Then a couple of
ladies in their late thirties or so, one in an old housecoat then
other one wearing just a plain dress, came into the room.
"Angel, this is Suzette, and this is Barbara, they're long-time
members", the customary kisses and hugs being exchanged as
Suzette slid out of her dress and Barbara out of her old
housecoat as they climbed on to the bed with us "Barbara,
Suzette, this is Angel, Karen's daughter", pleasantries
continuing to be exchanged as they started kissing each other and
roaming hands on the bed next to us. I wasn't sure what to do
next, if anything. Cyn and I just sat there and watched. Cyn
could tell I was puzzled a little, and evidently so could Suzette
and Barbara.
"You two just ignore us, we just came in to get away from our
husbands for a while, just go on and have your own fun" Barbara
playfully shooed at us.
"Wanna go back to my room?"
"Sure, where is it?"
"Just five doors down."
I put on my coat with nothing underneath as Cyn slipped on an
old brown plastic raincoat, just something to make herself decent
in case anyone in the public hallway who wasn't a member of the
club came along. She put her arm around me as we entered myroom.
"It's nice having someone at least close to my own age as a
member now, Ang'" she said as her coat dropped to the floor and
we climbed on my bed, snuggling up under the top sheet "don't get
me wrong, I have a lot of fun at the parties, with men and women,
but, I dunno."
"I know what you mean. Mom and I party each week with her sister
and her sister's husband, I've only just started doing it with
them, done it a couple of times, and I know what you mean, I feel
a little odd being there sometimes, they're so much older than
me" my words escaping almost involuntarily as my mouth found my
friend's once more.
"You wanna know something?"
"Sure!" I replied through muffled lips.
"Your Mom was my first, my first woman I mean, my first woman
ever, that night of my sixteenth birthday."
"Cool, I mean, totally cool!"
"Yeah, she's a special lady. You're very lucky to have her for a
mom."
"Uh-hu, I know I am. Now kiss me, Cyn, kiss me."
She grinned as she kissed me even more deeply. My heart felt
light. My passions were rising. Then Mom walked in. Walked in
with a guy.
"Oh, uuhhhh, Angel, this is Toby, Toby, this is my daughter
Angel, and her friend, Cynthia" her temporary beau being six four
and lean and handsome and couldn't have been twenty-two if that
"girls, just ignore us, we're just going to do a quickie and then
head back to the dance" Toby whipping out his cock through his
zipper'd tight jeans and Mom without any foreplay just jumping
atop him riding his cock for a few moments as Cyn and I continued
our play on the opposite bed four feet from them.
"Karen, uhhh, can we ask your daughter and her friend to join
us?"
"No, not right now; I want your come, Baby, all to myself; maybe
later in the party room, you and Gloria can play with us if you'd
like, but I want you all to myself right now."
"Okay, not a problem" his voice trailed off as Mom rode him like
the stallion he was. Cyn and I both had stopped our lovemaking
and just watched the two of them next to us. His cock was huge
and thick and hard as a pole. I couldn't resist. I got up from
Cyn, stood next to the bed next to Mom and looked at her, she
smiling at me, indicating it was okay. Cyn kissed him as he lay
under Mom and my hand grabbed his cock and held it for Mom to
ride better, working it a little as Mom fucked him faster still.
He couldn't take it, and came almost immediately. Mom got off,
got off of Toby I mean to say, kissed me with a quick "thank
you", pulled her miniskirt back down and put her London Fog back
on and almost literally drug a still-somewhat-firm Toby out the
door and back to the dance floor, Cyn and I just giggling as she
did.
"Is this what these parties are like, Cyn? Just constant fucking
all night long?"
"Uh-hu" she replied as we put our overcoats back on "I know your
Mom had 'the talk' with you; you can say 'no', but it's pretty
much fuck when you're asked and the nice part about that is
whoever you see you wanna be with, just ask and they'll more than
likely agree to be with you, it's kinda the unwritten rule."
"Cool beans. Let's go see if Barb and Suzette are through."
"Let's stop by the Power Room first."
" 'K."
No one was in the Power Room, all the whips and such untouched
still, but her dad was in the private party room all by himself,
the private party room being also his and his wife's room for the
night, he changing clothes to a leather biker's type outfit,
black full chaps and all.
"I think you two have an appointment to keep; I'll see you after
a while, Ang'; enjoy my Dad, from what I hear he's pretty good"
she turning around and quickly exiting as I stood in the doorway
of one of the three bedrooms which was his and his wife's private
bedroom for the night, leaving me there with an overcoat and a
smile. Dr. Jenkins turned around more to face me. I dropped my
coat to the floor and stood naked before him. He wasn't bad
looking for his age.
"I'm expected back shortly at the dance, Angel; do you want
something?"
"I thought we said we'd screw tonight" I replied in my most
grown-up voice.
"We did, but we have all night, and if not tonight, we'll have
plenty of chances to make love in the future. Did you want
something else?"
I wasn't sure what to say or do next, so I went with my
instinct, walking over to him, grabbing his cock through his
leather codpiece, leaning up to kiss him "I've got a feeling I'm
going to be r-ea-l busy tonight, Harold; if you want to screw me,
screw me now, while you have the chance" my tone my best Marlene
Dietrich.
"You are a hot little minx aren't you, Angel?" his hands
starting to feel me up as he also tried to get out of his leather
garb "okay, sure, I don't have much time, but I'll make some time
for you, for a triple play . . . now, to your knees."
I had no idea what a "triple play" was but I soon found out.
Dropping to my knees as ordered, he grabbed my ears with either
hand and roughly shoved his cock in my mouth, fucking it much
like Uncle Sam did to me the other night. No problem.
"Stand up, little minx bitch!" he barked, I complying. He sat
down on the edge of the bed, naked now, and felt me up as he
pleased, roughly playing with budding but filling breasts before
shoving his hand all the way up inside me, working it for a
moment, a "I see you and my daughter have already had some fun,
good, on the bed on your back, now."
His weight and size almost smothered me as he plopped on top of
me. His cock looked decent-sized, even big to a point, but felt
small inside me. I felt it start to become limp after a few
moments of him riding atop me. His breathing was becoming heavier
and heavier. I was starting to worry about him having a heart
attack while on top of me.
"On all fours, now" he once again barked another command. Then I
felt something cold and slick hit my anus as he began lubricating
it with Probe or some other sex lubricant. Then I heard him open
a condom wrapper and knew I was going to get my first assfuck.
Not that I hadn't expected not to get at least one tonight, I
just wanted to pick whom I had it with. I guess I had, in a way.
Mouth, pussy, now my ass, my first triple play.
He just shoved it in without any further words or foreplay, all
the way in, at least it wasn't a huge one like Uncle Sam's or the
one I saw on Toby earlier. I felt some anal muscles almost pop
like my vaginal muscles did the first time with JJ and then later
when Uncle Sam used his monster tool on me, and this time they
really - really hurt. But no matter. Dr. Jenkins reached around
for a moment and tried to play with my pussy some as he continued
his assfuck of me, but his breathing started getting heavier once
more.
Shoving my face down into the mattress, he grabbed my asscheeks
and with three big pushes as deep as he could, shoved it in me,
came with a deep sigh before bopping up beside the bed, kissing
me on the side of my face with a "that was great, Angel, maybe we
can get together you me and Karen later tonight, got to run back
downstairs, there's douches and enemas and liquid soap and all in
the bathroom if you want to get cleaned up, it was really nice,
thanks kiddo, see you later" and with that he was gone.
I just laid and softly sobbed to myself for a few moments. I'm
not sure why. This man had delivered me thirteen years ago, had
been the first human being to see me ever as I came out of my
mother's womb. If it hadn't been for him, maybe I wouldn't be
here. Maybe I would have died as a stillbirth. I knew he was a
loving and caring physician and person as well, but somehow I
felt a little brutalized by his directness and intensity. I had
asked him to do so with me.
My hiney-hole hurt, but that wasn't the reason why I felt the
way I did. I felt used and abused, and I'm not sure why. I had
"seduced" him, offered myself to him, after all. Maybe. Maybe
not. This entire week Mom had more or less told me I was going to
have to submit to him, which I did, and did so willingly, just
like I was going to be with his wife later that night. No
problem. Is this what swinging was all about? Intense, quick sex
with people you have no emotional attachment to? I wasn't sure.
I'm not sure. Maybe, maybe not.
Mom and I and Susan and Sam and all were different. We were
family, and loved each other. Even Shithead brother and Squirt
sister. But this was different. Sex for sex' sakes. I did enjoy
being with Cyn, making love to her moments after we met, and Dr.
Jenkins as rushed and rough as he was still it was fun fucking
him and being fucked by him. What the hey, in for a penny, in for
a pound. Thankfully my sobbing had stopped when Cyn made her way
back into her parent's room.
"You okay, Angel?"
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"So, how was my Dad?"
"Wonderful. I mean 'great'. He was a damn good fuck, Cyn, that's
how he was" I replied as tears almost welled back up to my eyes
as we kissed as she lay down on the bed with me.
"Yeah, that's what I've heard. But he won't fuck me, his own
daughter, for shit. Oh, well."
"Yeah, oh well."
We just held each other close on the bed for a while. My hand
went between her legs and playfully tugged at her string, she
smiling without words back at me. We kissed softly. Then a little
more. Then our privacy was interrupted once more as a couple
came into the main living room part of the suite off from our
bedroom, clomping around and making noises as they looked for
something. Cyn rose to get up to see who it was and what they
wanted as they barged their way into our bedroom.
"Angel, these are McClambs, Derrick and Etta, Derrick, Etta,
this is Angel, Kate's daughter" Cyn finishing her intros; as much
as anything, tonight had been like a continuing lesson from Miss
Manners, but it was nice in its own way.
The McClambs were a nice-looking couple in their early thirties
or so. She was very nice looking, well-groomed, hair done nice,
pleasant face, nice breasts, nice make-up, in a nice evening
dress more than a party dress, he in a three piece suit and tie
with beard yes but neatly combed and trimmed, both very
professional looking and in mannerism as well.
"Good to meet you, Angel, we talked with your Mom downstairs and
she mentioned you were with us tonight, it's very nice to meet
you" Derrick smiled as he shook my hand instead of the usual hug
and kiss routine as he stood beside the bed and reached over to
take my hand, she also doing to the same in turn, their mutual
slight Scottish accents being pleasant to the ear.
"It is my, our, pleasure to meet you, Angel; perhaps we can get
together later, after the dance is through, if you'd like."
"Yes, that would nice" I found myself expressing without
reservation.
"Cynthia, your father sent us up here to look for the trophies
and award ribbons, do you have any idea where they are?"
"Yeah, they should be in the trunk of Dad's Lexus, I know he
didn't bring them in."
"Uh-hu" I interjected "I saw them earlier when we went to fetch
the CD's and records, but didn't think about getting them."
"We'll run along then, nice to meet you, Angel, good seeing you
again, Cynthia, see you both later perhaps."
"Uh-hu" Cyn replied happily as she scooted back on the bed with
me.
"Trophies? Ribbons?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah, for the King & Queen of this month's social; whichever
couple wins it also gets a free year's membership extension and a
free social next month.
"Oh, okay" I couldn't help but reply absentmindedly.
"Watcha wanna do next? Things will start getting busy very
soon."
"Could we spend some more time alone?"
"The only way we can be alone is if you want to borrow your
Mom's credit card and get us our own room."
"Smart ass!" my hand snuggying her shoulder as I laughed at her
attempted wit "what about the women's room again?"
"It's filling up, women coming and going a lot now, but sure, if
you want."
There was a pile of at least twelve or more women atop the
combined beds in various stages and combinations of lovemaking.
Too much and too many for me right then. We went back to my room,
but Mom was going at it with a couple hard and heavy, so hard and
heavy she didn't bother to introduce us, so we left there as well
and went basically next door to the BDSM room. No one was in
there at the moment. Privacy for a short while.
"You into this stuff, Cyn?" I asked as I fiddled and played with
the assortment of whips, floggers, cat o' nine tails, paddles,
razor strops, canes and more that lay about in the room, she also
picking the odd item up and flashing it through the air near me,
giggling as she did.
"Not really; you?"
"I've been having sex only for the past few weeks, Cyn" she
shooting me a look of "who's being a smartass now?" in reply "my
Uncle Sam did handcuff my wrists behind my back and fuck me hard
to other night, the first night I was allowed to be a full
participant with Mom and he and Aunt Susan; it was kinda fun, I
geuss, he really seemed to enjoy it."
"Yeah, most guys do; they think they can do things to us when
we're tied up that they couldn't do if we weren't, silly guys."
"Yeah, silly guys" I whispered with a deep sigh in reply.
"Wanna play a bit?"
"Naw, I think like you say things should be happening more soon.
Let me go ask Mom when she and I are supposed to do our 'show'."
In the few minutes between the couple in there earlier had left
and Mom was with a new couple also going at it with her as hard
as they all could. I walked over to her and knelt down to her ear
as the guy fucked her from behind and she ate the lady-partner
out whose open pussy lay before her face.
"Uh, Mom?"
"Yes, Dear, what is it?"
"When did you want us to do our 'show' in the private party room
for everyone?"
"Uh, uh" she stopped her eating of her ladyfriend's pussy long
enough to look up at me and then over at the digital clock on the
nightstand "uh, shit, it's almost nine-thirty already, I need to
get dressed and go back to the dance and say my good-byes; sorry
guys, maybe later?" she mumbled to her bedguests "oh, uh, Angel,
Dear, let's say an hour from now, ten-thiry, meet me in your
outfit in the Jenkins' private party room in an hour, okay?"
"Okay, Mom, sure" as Cyn and I hand-in-hand bopped out of my
room and down the hall.
"Ever play 'knock-knock', Ang'?"
"Yeah, but not the way I think you're going to play it!" she
smirking at my own attempt at humor.
She knocked on the door next to our room, but got no answer. I
fussed at her about disturbing people. She replied the entire
floor was reserved for members attending the social, and that it
was okay. She also said that if any room had an open door, it was
okay to go on in. We knocked on three more doors before someone
finally answered. It was the McClambs' from earlier.
"Come in, it's good to see you again!" Etta, Mrs. McClamb gleed
as she now hugged and kissed us both as she stood before us clad
only in sheer panties. "Derrick's just getting out of the shower,
finishing his teeth, come on in, girls!" her bare breasts
pressing close to us "Derrick, company, hurry up, it's Angel and
Cynthia!" Derrick, Mr. McClamb, just about bounding out of the
bathroom naked for all his worth to greet us.
"Good to see you both, girls, so what's up?" as he hugged and
kissed us both, he still slightly damp from his fresh shower.
"Oh not much, we're just wandering around a bit before things
get rolling in the party room."
"Would you like to party with us a little before the main party,
girls?" he asked.
Cyn and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulder at each
other with a "why not?"
He reached for me and held me close to his body as his wife
joined our hug and Cyn wrapped her arms around us all.
"I understand from your Mom that you're only thirteen and just
started having sex just recently but have taken to it like a duck
to water?" my face feeling flush as I unconsciously blushed for
the first time I think ever in my life.
"Well, yeah."
"She's wonderful, Etta, Derrick, just wonderful; a sweet girl,
and a wonderful lover" Cyn said as she wrapped her arms around us
all and my blush became my face a pure beet-reed.
"Oh, don't be shy, Angel" Etta whispered "our lifestyle, your
lifestyle now too, affords many wonderful friends, many wonderful
times and experiences; so, what would you like to do? Just ask.
Anything. Anything you please."
"You both . . . are so . . . so nice" I stammered out somehow
"Derrick, I'd like Etta to give me some head, then you fuck me as
she licks your cock as you do."
"What a wonderful girl you are!" Derrick smiled.
A girl. Yes, that is what I am. A thirteen-year-old girl. Not a
woman, not yet, not by many years. But a girl. A girl who swings,
swings with her Mom and relatives and now a bunch of strangers
who are becoming my friends, but a girl never the less.
"I know what you would like. C'mere" Etta whispered into my ear
alone.
She took me to the bed and held me close to her as she leaned
against the headboard. Her arm wrapped around my shoulder as she
pulled me close but not hard against her warm and soft body. She
began a gentle, slow rocking motion, almost like she was in a
rocking chair instead of a bed. I let my body follow her lead.
Her left hand cradled my head and held it close to her breast. I
could hear and feel her heartbeat as she continued her barely
noticeable rocking movement of us. Her right hand moved to
between my legs as a single finger easily slipped inside me. She
started singing some sort of song, maybe a lullaby, maybe a
Scottish lullaby, I didn't understand the words, in a hushed low
tone that I could barely hear as her gentle frigging of me
continued.
Derrick and Cyn had crawled up on the end of the bed and were
just transfixed by the sight of what was going on. Etta slipped
another finger inside me as her rocking of us increased a little
and the volume of her song went up another notch also. She smiled
at me and then sweetly kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back,
firmly. My hand found her breast opposite my face and squeezed it
and played with it some. Her frigging became deeper and faster.
My passion was rising and I didn't stop it. With Derrick looking
on playing with his hard as Cyn also played with herself next to
him as they both watched us, Etta kissed me deeper still and
somehow frigged me deeper still and I just let all cares and
worries and woes just go.
And go they went as my entire pelvic floor pushed one orgasm then
another and then another larger one still as my cunt flooded her
hand, not just gushed but pure flooded her hand with my cyprinne
come, the second G-spot orgasm I had ever had and definitely the
largest. She looked in my eyes with a look of pure selfless love,
much like Mom looks at me like when she and I make love, as the
pace of her frigging of me slowed, subsided, and then stopped.
Derrick and Cyn both were looking at us with eyes agape. I kissed
Etta firmly on the mouth once more, this time my tongue finding
hers with very real intended passion, she pushing her tongue into
my mouth in return as her rocking of us slowed then stopped. She
just held me for a moment as we grinned at each other, our smiles
sincere, genuine. The clock now read five after ten. Twenty-five
more minutes to go.
"That was so nice, Etta, thank you."
"No, thank you, Angel; you really are special."
"I hate to run, but Mom's expecting me at ten-thirty in the
party room."
"We know" Derrick interjected as he slid off the far end of the
bed "and if you and your Mom are half as hot with each other as
what Cyn and I just saw you be with my lovely wife, the entire
club's in for a treat!"
"C'mon, Angel, let's go to the women's room until it's time, it'll
be fun!"
Cyn and I went back to her room to get a couple of canned drinks
out of the minifridge. Her Mom and Dad were in their bedroom with
another couple, making easy love. "See you shortly!" Dr. Jenkins
shouted out to me nicely as we left the room.
"The room will be filled with women right now" Cyn explained as
we made our way out of her room and the ten feet over to next
door "no introductions are necessary, no names are needed, just
do whatever you feel like with whomever you feel like and
reciprocate when someone wants to play with you, okay?"
There had to be at least twenty naked and sweaty from sex women
piled atop the combined beds, all going at it with whomever. Cyn
nudged me on the shoulder to join in. I dropped my coat as she
did hers and made my way to the edge of the mass of female
bodies.
Aunt Susan was in the pile, eating some other chick and being
eaten by a somewhat rotund middle-aged lady. Women of every age,
shape, and size were in the pile. A pussy of some lady was shoved
near my face and my tongue began lapping at her clit. Some other
lady, a lady who had to be in her fifties, started playing with
my boobs as I ate this other lady out. Then I felt then saw a
nice looking woman in her late twenties with long silken dirty
blond hair spread my own legs and began eating me out. Heaven.
The lady I had been eating rolled a bit, moving away, and another
open pussy presented itself near my face, its owner smiling at me
as my tongue licked her lips. A couple of dildos had been
circulated in the pile and one somehow found my cunny, its size
being gently worked in by yet another sweet lady, my blond friend
having moved on to someone else. Two mouths of two women about
Mom's age and looks replaced the hands of the older lady on my
tits, their sucking of my puffy nipples being so perfect along
with the easy dildo in my pussy that my passions began rising
once again. I can see why Mom told me this place was a refuge
from the men at these socials, and why almost all women at a
social would visit here at least for a short while. Heaven. Just
heaven.
Then a half-cry of "ten-twenty!" came from someone's lips. Damn.
I knew I had to leave. Aunt Susan also extricated herself from
the mass of feminine happiness as did Cyn and three or four other
women whose names I didn't know. Back in my room, Mom came out of
the bathroom all refreshed and happy-looking and dressed, helping
me put my outfit back on, sniffing my crotch in a funny but
serious manner to make sure I didn't need another douche. The new
leather shoes hurt my feet, so I asked if we couldn't go without
them. I had been going around the hall all night without them on
anyway, they hurt my feet so badly. "Sure, Baby, I'll take mine
off too, that way we'll match." She held my face softly between
her open palms and then kissed me lightly but fully on the lips.
"My precious, precious Angel" was all she said before putting her
arm around my shoulder and leading me to the private party room.
Inside were about twenty couples or so and three or four single
women apparently without male partners. Derrick and Etta were
there, as were Adam and his wife Debbie, as was Aunt Mags with
Mom's Frank, and Aunt Susan and Uncle Sam of course along with
Toby and his pretty wife and a bunch more couples I didn't know
yet and of course Dr. and Mrs. Jenkins and Cyn too. Mom lead me
out to the middle of the room where a futon-style mattress with
new cover on it had been placed, and then turned to speak to the
room.
"Friends, all of you have known me for years. This is my
daughter, Angel, whom I have been intimate with for a little over
a month now. She has decided to become part of our group, at her
own request and of her own free will. You all know she is only
thirteen, and I know you all will treat that fact with the utmost
of discretion. But don't let her age fool you. She is as eager
and skilled a lover at thirteen as many at twice or three times
her age. She is my daughter and I love her as my daughter, but
she is also my lover and what a lover she is!" my face again
blushing despite myself as Mom slowly turned herself and myself
to in turn face each person in the room as she spoke "since she
it to become part of our inner circle of friends, she is to be
initiated in our way and in our ways. She and I will make love,
then she will be available to all, as she wishes, afterwards.
Ready, My Angel?" she huskered in deep breath.
"Uh-hu" was all I could choke out as my mouth suddenly became
very dry.
"Then let us kneel down together, and kiss me."
She held my face in her hands as we kissed. She kissed me deeper
and more passionately than she ever had before, her passion
making me damp before our clothes were even off.
"I love you, My Angel!" she whispered to me time and timeagain.
"I love you too, Mom!" I replied back equally time and time
again as we kissed and kissed and kissed some more. Then her hand
went up my leather miniskirt and my own hand went up hers. She
was sopping wet already and I knew I was as well. She knelt
forward and popped open my front-clasped leather bra with her
teeth. I tried to do the same to hers but couldn't quite get to
it, her larger breasts getting in the way of my bite, she
giggling a little before reaching down to help pop it open and
off. Her mouth found my perfect little 32A breasts and sucked on
them for a moment before I pushed her away and began sucking on
hers, she unzipping my miniskirt as I did and pulling it down to
my knees as we continued to kneel before each other. By now
everyone had gathered close around us in a tight circle. I felt
my breathing become a little harder and shallower. I had never
had a panic attack in my life, but felt one suddenly almost
coming on. She gently pushed me onto my back and slid my skirt
off before sliding atop me to kiss and smooch me more still. I
breathed deeply, trying to stave off what felt like my first
asthma attack, ever.
"Is everything okay, Hon'?" she asked with concern in her eyes
knowing that everything indeed wasn't okay.
"Yeah, I'll be alright Mom" I whispered back in low tones that
only she could hear "I've just had lots of orgasms tonight and am
just a bit tired, that's all" she beaming back at me a smile that
lit up the room.
"Just let me know if you need a break, okay?", I nodding "yes"
back.
Her arm slid under my shoulder and pulled me tight to her as she
kissed me deeper still and began a pretty vigorous frig of my
pussy. Then she got a look of "what the hell!" on her face and
slid off me and buried her face between my legs, lapping at my
clit and lips for all she was worth. Several polite gasps of
surprise came from our audience around us. She frigged me as she
ate me without mercy. My breathing became heavier and shallower,
but I felt the near-panic impulse leave my body. Mom looked up at
me with a look of pure lust I had never quite seen before in her
eyes. My eyes meet hers with a look of pure bliss. She ate me for
at least fifteen minutes non-stop before my third or fourth big
orgasm almost made me crampy again, so I told her it was "my
turn".
I made her get on all fours as I knelt behind her to eat her out
that way, that way I knew she loved me doing to her. My tongue
bathed her clit, pussy lips, and hiney-hole. My fingers made
their way insider her, then my whole hand, then my fist to past
my wrist bone. More polite gasps of appreciation came from our
friends around us. As I fisted her cunt with regular rhythm, my
tongue made its way past her anal bud a bit. Her cries of passion
earlier became cries of pure animal lust with many a' "harder,
Angel, harder!" and "faster, Angel, faster!" and assorted
guttural sounds that can only come from some place deep inside a
woman that only another woman would know about. She was about to
explode, and I wanted her to explode for the group, for our group
of friends.
I barked at her to flip over and show me her pussy, she
complying immediately, my fist being rammed back up inside her
all the way once more, as she leaned back on her arms propping
herself up at angle and I leaning in to kiss her mouth and
breasts and mouth and breasts and mouth again and breasts again
as she began heaving deep sighing sighs and making more sounds
that sounded closer to sheer lust than love, my mouth locking
onto hers once again for the last time that night as my fist
pummeled its way past her largest orgasm and she collapsed in a
heap on the futon beneath us, breathing hard and deep to try to
catch her breath, Aunt Susan coming over to snuggle close to both
of us as did Cyn too and Etta and Karen as well, a polite
smattering of actual applause, actual clapping of some hands that
I knew weren't meant sarcastically, filtered from our audience of
friends.
After about five minutes or so, Mom and I both finally
recovered, she getting up to make another announcement as Susan
and all made their ways back to their places before.
"Thank you all for your support, and I hope you all enjoyed
being part of Angel's and mine lovemaking. Now it's time for part
two, tonight, Angel. Every single person here wants to make love
to you, wants to 'sample' you for lack of a better term. I know
you've made love to some of our friends already. As we all begin
to make love to each other, please go around the room and as you
wish try every man and woman here, as you wish. Just ask. They'll
all say yes" a smattering of laughter coming from that remark.
Mom then left me to go over to a couple I didn't know the name
of yet. Two couples I didn't know their names of came over to me,
the Dorans, Vickie and Thomas, and the Jeffers, David and
Stephanie. Vickie and Stephanie sat down beside me on either side
of me as their husbands stood before us their cocks getting
erect, we girls, we women taking turns sucking them off. Few if
any words, just nice, easy lovemaking. Vickie and I started
sixty-nining as Stephanie massaged our bodies from the side as we
did. I felt one of the husbands enter my pussy as I lay atop
Vickie. It was David. His cock was hard, but his stroke was slow
and even, not pushy at all. Then Thomas entered me as well, in
turn, until he almost came but stopped short. "May I come in your
mouth, Angel?" he asked with almost sugar sweetness.
"Sure, Thomas, as you like."
Vickie and Stephanie licked Thomas' cock from the sides as I
held it in my hand and let him work his length mostly but not all
the way in my mouth. David slowly masturbated himself to the side
of us as he watched. His hand gently rested on my hand but didn't
force himself hard in my mouth as he stood before me, me and
Vickie and Stephanie on our knees in front of him. His eyes
slowly rolled back into his head as he came, his jism filling my
mouth, I swallowing as best I could but a little leaking out to
the side, Vick and Steph licking my face clean as we three just
smiled and giggled.
"This is lots of fun, isn't it, Angel?" Steph asked, my head
shaking "yes" along with my words.
They then got up to leave as Dr. and Mrs. Jenkins came over
along with another couple, the Morgans, Randall and Lori. "Sorry
if I was a bit rough with you earlier, Angel" Dr. Jenkins
whispered softly in my ear so only I could hear "don't worry
about it!" I replied loud enough for others to hear.
Karen wanted me to give her some head, so I politely obliged as
Lori, a small-breasted woman of mid-thirties but with tits shaped
like two ice cream cones, scooted next to me and played with my
breasts, her hands roaming freely over my body. After about five
minutes Karen seemed bored and unimpressed with my oral skills,
she was only what the sixth or seventh woman I had ever been with
and am only thirteen for gosh' sakes, so she motioned for Lori to
take her place. Randall, Randy, began fucking Karen as Harold,
Dr. Jenkins, moved around so that Lori could suck him off as I
sucked her off.
"I just got to try you out, Angel, is that okay?" I heard Randy
ask, my mumbles mumbling "sure".
Twisting around, Randy slid atop for a couple of minutes, his
deep penetrations of me being slow and easy but very deep, before
Mom made her way over to me with "Angel, we've got a conga line
forming for you, c'mon, everyone's waiting."
"What's a 'conga line', Mom?"
"C'mon, you'll see" she replied with a sly grin; I knew it was a
bit of a set-up, shoot the whole night had felt like a set-up in
its own sweet way, but what the hey.
On the other side of the room, a mixed line of men and women
had formed, not all the guests present but many. "You go down the
line starting on one end. For sixty seconds, you have to do
whatever is asked of you. After sixty seconds, you move on to the
next. After you reach the end of the line, then it's your turn.
Starting with the same one, they must do anything -you- ask of
them for sixty seconds, until you come to the end of the line
again. This way, you get to know everyone, and they you."
Swinging is one thing, but this? "Mom?" I couldn't help but
stammer.
"C'mon, Angel, it'll be fun. I'll go down the line with you,
I'll be first so you can see what it's about, if you'd like."
"Sure, Mom, thanks!"
Mom went first before me. Toby was first in line, his wife
second. He made Mom suck him for a few seconds, then made her
kneel in a chair behind him as he fucked her for his last thirty
seconds. Then he did the same with me. His cock was huge and
filling, both in my mouth and in my pussy, but very nice. His
wife just frigged Mom as she stood before her, and then she did
the same with me, adding a little kiss at the end. You can't do a
whole lot in sixty seconds, other than get a quick grope or suck
or stick "it" in real quick. I quickly understood the purpose of
it. It was to help me get over my shyness, which I thought had
disappeared by then, and my nervousness, which I also thought had
disappeared but hadn't either, and to help me feel comfortable
around everyone and they me. By the end of the line the first
time around, I had been sexually touched by all present, and then
it was my choice, as I had them touch me as I liked. That way
they got to know what I liked, and I what each of them more or
less preferred as well.
After that, things were much more relaxed. I went from couple to
couple, from temporary coupling threesomes and foursomes and
sometimes moresomes joining in as I wished and being asked to
join in this one or that one as they wished. I didn't say no a
single time, and wasn't told no a single time either. I even let
Frank, Mom's sometimes boyfriend, fuck me as Aunt Mags held my
head in her lap and kissed me and Frank propped up over me and
methodically stroked his member in and out of me with a
surprising gentleness and easy smile on his face.
Towards the end of evening, more closer to two a.m. or later
when I was about beat, Dr. Jenkins, Harold, found me and asked if
I was too sore to do a "DP".
"What's a 'DP'?"
"A double penetration, Angel; one guy in your vagina while
another one is inside your asshole, both fucking you at the same
time." I had seen a couple of "DP's" that night and the women
participating in them seemed to be enjoying themselvesimmensely.
"Sure; who's the other guy?"
"Adam. He wants you to ride atop him, and I'll enter you from
behind in your ass. Is that okay?"
"Sure, Harold" I replied through a very real tired yawn.
Adam's wife Debbie licked my pussy for a couple of moments and
then lubed my ass up with some Probe lubricant before I swung
over top of Adam, his cock sliding lightly painfully inside my
sore pussy, as Dr. Jenkins now entered my ass from the rear,
condomless this time, but with much greater patience and slowness
of entry. It actually felt wonderful having him in my ass and
Adam in my pussy.
On the other side of the room, Mom was saying her good-byes to
some friends of hers and now mine as well who had to leave to
drive back home, kisses and hugs per usual being exchanged. She
then walked over to where our little menage' was taking place.
"It's almost three a.m., you 'bout ready to call it a night,
Angel?"
"Yeah, Mom, as soon as we finish here."
"I can help that" and with that she knelt down and began licking
first Harold's balls making him come almost immediately in my ass
and then Adam's balls as well making him come quickly in turn,
both of the men smiling and laughing at how simple creatures they
actually were.
Helping me to my feet, she and I made our last round of hugs and
kisses and light good-bye gropes as we put our wraps back on for
the short walk back down the hallway to our room, she holding me
close to her with a "so my Angel had a good time tonight?"
"I had a wonderful time, Mom, more than you'll ever know, a
truly wonderful time."
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