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“Sissy, it’s time to eat.”

It had been two days since mom caught me with the boys and revealed to me that she knew that I had been sneaking around her room. I was feeling much more at ease, especially since she hadn’t gotten all horn dog on me. Instead, we seemed to have become much closer. And she was doing all those little things I had been missing over the last couple of years, like; a quick rub of my back or shoulder, and a quick squeeze now and then. It wasn’t anything weird, just very mother/daughter like.

About the time we were through with lunch, she asked me what I was planning on doing today. I shrugged my shoulders and told her Jim was coming over in a little bit. When I saw her raise her eyebrows a little, I fired back by telling her we would probably just hang out in the shed and screw around. She obviously understood my double entendre.

Mom got a devilish grin on her face and asked if I had a few minutes before he got there. I said ‘sure’ and asked why. She said, “I was thinking that us girls could go story hunting together.”

“Mommm. You’re sick!” And after I watched her reaction of dread, I added, “Just a little. But no talking. That would be just too embarrassing.”

She agreed and we headed for the PC. I had gone to the site the day before, and breezed through a few stories to check out the site. When it came time to do a search, she looked at me and twisted her face into an uneasy look. But then she slowly typed in ‘bondage’ and hit enter. About a thousand stories came up as I hit her with my hip while I stood next her at the desk chair. I couldn’t believe her choice. She asked me if I had a different word in mind to search for, and I shook my head and said, “I guess its okay to start here.”

I didn’t think about it until later, but I had sort of agreed that bondage was an acceptable practice. From a girl’s point of view, light bondage is certainly a great way to have boys do things to you that drive you wild, while all the time you can pretend you think they’re disgusting. Most of the stories were hard core, and turned us both off. She went back to the search engine and said, “It’s your turn.”

I felt so on the spot, but I thought about Jim coming over and tried to relate the two things together for a little spice. I leaned in front of her and typed in ‘voyeurism’. As we waited for the results, mom asked, “How do you know how to spell that word?” I reminded her about no talking. We both read through the brief descriptions. When I saw “Watching My Little Girl”, I highlighted the story. It was actually about a daughter being watched by her dad. But as we started to read to ourselves, it became obvious we both wanted to read it, so mom hit ‘print’, and went back to the briefs. She selected the next story. It was titled, “As She Dreamed” and was about a girl that dreamed of ways to torment the step-mom that had been watching her with boys. I couldn’t help but grin at my mom, but I said nothing. This time I hit the ‘print’ button.

Then I heard the shed door slam shut and knew that Jim was here. I gave my mom a rather sluttish smile and said, “I’ll be a good girl, mom. See you later.”

All she said was, “Have fun!”

Jim and I conversed for quite a while and I told him how mom had agreed that my sex life was mine to control, and that she was going to stay at arms length. I also told him that whatever I chose to do in the shed, I knew was okay. He called me a liar and said, “Prove it.” I thought about it for a moment, then I peeled my halter top over my head and threw it on the chair next to the couch we were sitting on. My small nipples were hard from their new exposure in seconds, and Jim couldn’t take his eyes off them. He asked if he could feel them and I said no, and told him I was still mad at him for doing that in my mouth the other day. He swore it was an accident and that hearing my mom had scared him. I knew it was a lie, but I let it go.

I teased him for quite a while, even to the extent of playing with my nipples a little and even handling my tiny mounds proclaiming, “Do you think these things will ever start growing?” He was going nuts and I hoped mom was having a good time. I knew she was watching from the attic. I still hadn’t told her I knew about her going up there to spy on us.

Jim kept begging to be able to mess around with me; so finally, I told him he could play with my chest just a little. I laid back some and he was on my chest in a heartbeat. I had to giggle at his urgency. And the guy must have been out of his mind with the hornies, because he ravaged my chest. After several minutes of getting sucked on and groped wildly, I unsnapped my shorts and stared at him. He took my invitation and slid his hand right in under my panties. Being very uneducated in this arena, he was rough and very unsophisticated in how to finesse a girl. But then, I had very little knowledge myself, so I let him grope away at me and would moan whenever he did something that felt good to let him know that I liked what he was doing.

There I was, laid out underneath his probing hands, half nude, when suddenly the door banged open. I freaked from the quick intrusion, but relaxed instantly when I saw it was Doug. What took me a few seconds to evaluate was that a girl from school was standing right behind him. I got very upset at looking like such a slut in front of another girl, and tried to get Jim off me. But the girl, Sammy, said, “Don’t stop on my account.”

But I felt way too out of place, even as horny as I had become, to allow a girl I barely knew watch me getting felt up. So, I got Jim to sit up and fumbled with my top to get it back on. All the time Doug was explaining why he had brought Sammy with him, I noticed she was pretty much just staring at me. It made me very uneasy, but she was cute and somewhat petite like myself, so when she started to sooth me over the compromising position she had seen me in, I quickly relaxed. She even started telling me about when she had her first beer and wound up in the back of a car, making out with two boys. She was caught topless herself by one of our male teachers.

That’s when she let on that Doug had told her about us all getting caught the other day. She slapped my knee and said, “You must have died when your mom caught you with such a mouthful. But hey, a girl’s gotta have fun, right?”

I was already liking this girl and her attitude. I didn’t know much about her, but I liked what I was seeing. I asked her why Doug had really brought her over and she said, “Doug told me about your predicament and how embarrassed you were, so I told him that we girls have to stick together. Is your mom still pitching a fit?”

I told her that we had new ground rules. She said, “I guess that’s why you were just acting the part of a buffet. That was so hot to walk in on. I’ve always thought you were so pretty since you moved in.”

Jim spoke up and said how he would prefer our make-out session resume and Sammy said she’d wouldn’t mind swapping spit with Doug. With that said, she hoisted her top off over her head. She had on a pretty red bra and I saw she was at least twice my size in the boob area. Jim and I watched as she started kissing Doug and giving him an open invitation to patrol her body. I had forgotten all about mom, but I certainly couldn’t get Sammy out of my mind. I couldn’t believe how open and sexual she was in front of me. They fell into the armchair and went at it, while Jim coaxed me back out of my top.

Sammy glanced at me and said, “I love going braless, but my mom freaks out. You want to switch moms for a while?” I giggled to myself thinking, mom would probably die if she heard that offer. So, the boys had at us both, and I couldn’t help noticing that we were all watching each other making out. When I noticed that Sammy saw me staring at her chest, she pushed herself away from Doug and popped out of her bra. I got so jealous over her tits. They were so taut and cute. And the nipples were so engorged from them getting played with that I wouldn’t have minded sucking on them myself. Then I saw something in her eye that told me I had just run into the very first bi girl I knew. That lust I had learned to detect in boys’ eyes was now in hers. I guess Jim caught sight of it too, because he suggested that he wanted to see us girls kiss.

I immediately said, “No way! That’s nasty.” Sammy got playfully mad at me and said, “I am not nasty.”

I said, “You know what I mean. They just want to see us make out.”

She leered at me and said, “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

I looked between the boys and then back to Sammy. I couldn’t believe that they were all waiting for me to give my approval. Then Jim pushed me onto my back on the couch and encouraged Sammy to have a go at me. I couldn’t move, because I wasn’t all that grossed out, and god, she was so cute. When she saw me not resisting, she got off Doug’s lap and came over to me. I couldn’t find a word to say, and then she planted a knee between my legs and knelt over me. She put her lips right over mine and a hot flash went through me that made the boys, and the rest of the world, disappear.

At first, I couldn’t bring myself to kiss back, but I did nothing to stop her. When she pushed her tongue into my mouth, I had to surrender and started frenching her back. That’s when her hands started exploring my body. It took her all of three seconds to go from my bare chest to my steaming crotch. Just as I was admitting to myself that she was better at making out than Jim, I felt her fumbling with the snap on my shorts. I reached down to stop her hand, but she knew it wasn’t anything more than a reaction, and slid her fingers right under my panties and started to frig my clit. I knew it wasn’t her first time making out with a girl, so I laid there and let her teach me a thing or two. All the while she was slapping the make on me, I could feel her nipples brushing against my own, and every now and then I felt the weight of her boobs squishing against my own chest.

I couldn’t imagine what had come over me to allow another girl to make out with me, but if it was to be, and then Sammy was the girl for the job. When the heat had built up between my legs to the point I thought I was steaming, I reached behind Sammy and grabbed for a feel of her ass. It was tight and a real bubble-butt. I kneaded her cheeks between my fingers as she continued to teach me what it felt like to be made love to. Despite my small chest, nearly flat next to hers, she made me feel wonderful by licking my tiny mounds and gently biting at my nipples. As she squeezed the small amount of tit fat between her fingers to make my nipple protrude farther, I came back to the reality that my mother was surely watching from her vantage point in the attic. I almost pushed Sammy off me, but thought, ‘what the fuck, let her enjoy herself’.

After a short while, I wanted to see what it felt like to feel another girl’s pussy, and managed to work my hand between our bodies, and into her shorts. I was still above her panties, but it was intoxicating to say the least. She felt so hard bodied down there, and warm like I had imagined. I tried to push her panties to one side, but it wasn’t happening, so I slid one finger over her slit as hard as I could to see how hard it was to stimulate a girl. It proved not very hard at all. Then, with a very sinful sparkle in her eyes, she said, “I need me some meat, you girl?”

I didn’t really understand her comment, but I smiled as if I did. Then, when she said she’d do Doug and let me continue on Jim, I understood her intentions. Doug wasn’t stopping her manipulation of him at all as she knelt in front of him and yanked his shorts and underwear below his knees. He had one very hard erection, thus letting me know that boys do love to see two girls making out. I watched her pop her lips right around his prick and then saw Jim’s face. He looked like the only kid at Christmas not to get a toy, so I took pity on the both of us and hit my knees beside Sammy. We shot girlish grins at each other over the nastiness of what we were doing.

I wasn’t nearly as bold as Sammy, and waited for Jim to drop his own drawers. While he was doing that, I reminded him that I didn’t expect any mistakes this time. Sammy twisted her head to look at me and then let Doug’s boner plopped from her mouth.

“What, you don’t like to make a guy cum?” She was staring at me so incredulously.

“No, I don’t mind him cumming, I just don’t want him to do it in my mouth; that’s so disgusting.”

Sammy said, “You’ve got it all wrong. Getting a guy to cum for you is so fucking awesome, I’ll let him put it anywhere he wants. You can always spit it out afterwards.”

This girl was quickly becoming my mentor, but I still thought that letting Jim come in my mouth was a horrible idea. But as I went back to work to try and catch up with the others, my mind went back to the letters I had been reading with mom. Then I decided to try to please my mom and Sammy. I was going to let Jim ‘make a mistake’ again and let it drool over my chest to expel his cum from my mouth. Then I would run up to the house for some towels. Then it would be time to see just how much my mother really liked a boy’s cream.

I went nuts on Jim’s pecker, all the while he rubbed his hands through my hair. I was so intrigued by what I was planning to do to mom that the thought about that nasty goo being in my mouth was barely an obstacle. I turned my mouth on Jim enough to watch Sammy giving Doug his blowjob. Doug was just standing there and letting her do all the work, and she certainly seemed to be enjoying it that way. God, this girl was such a slut for cock. She would bury his boner into her mouth, and then twist around on it as she slurped away. She acted like she had her first lollipop ever.

I noticed both boys were watching her sucking away at Doug, and got a little jealous. But she was much more talented at this than I was. And then Jim started bucking furiously at my mouth. I started to catch on that what I was doing to his cock was working pretty well after all. I turned my full attention to him and bobbed my head on him as fast and hard as possible. I kept my lips as tight as I could and just tried to hang on for when he came for me. He tapped me on the head, said he was cumming, and tried to pull away. But I mumbled that I wanted it and he said something about not wanting to piss me off, but I held him in me hard enough so he had no choice.

And then I could feel him cumming. I almost puked on him as I felt his nasty ass cum filling my mouth. I opened my mouth to let it drool out and onto my chest. I felt good that as a peripheral act, Jim was getting to enjoy himself with my mouth again. Little did he know that my mother was going to be commenting on his cum, as well. When I assumed he was finished with me, I pulled off his softening prick and held my mouth open so as not to have to taste it anymore than necessary. I murmured around his stuff that I needed a towel, got up, and half covered my chest with my top as I ran to the house. I heard the ladder shutting against the attic floor as I came through the door. My mom was standing in the hallway looking very flustered herself.

So, here I was, I thought! Now what? I knew opening my mouth was going to be messy, but I knew mom had no idea why I was standing before her. I grabbed her hand to pull her into my room, away from any windows in the back of the house. Then, I opened my mouth and she saw Jim’s cum drooling from my mouth. It fell onto my chest and I thought that that was as good as anyplace to let her get it. I saw her eyes light up at the fact that I would purposely let her see that, so I went for the tease.

“Mom,” I whined, “he did it to me again.” Then I let her see the lust in my eyes and said, “Remember what the step-mom did?”

She didn’t need to think long, and realized I was inviting her to get in on that action she had liked reading about. I watched as she leaned down a little and licked a spot of cum off my nipple. I was holding my mouth closed so as not to lose all of his juice to my chest, but I wanted it to be my mom’s idea if she wanted to collect it from my mouth like the other day. As she continued to bath my almost flat chest, I put my hands behind my back and held my hands tight together as I enjoyed her tongue bath. It felt as if I had the ropes binding me again.

Then she must have caught on, and eyeballed me with heat coming from her eyes. She saw me pursing my lips closed and planted a deep kiss on me as she held my head in her hands. When her tongue snaked into my mouth, I pushed the cum forward to meet her. Her moans almost sounded painful with the desire to get it all. All I could think was, ‘mom, you’re such a fucking cum whore’. It was so frigging wild having my own mother licking the insides of my mouth. I giggled when I realized I felt like a mother bird feeding her young. But the thought of the others in the shed made me cut her efforts short. She had pretty much gotten it all anyway. I pulled away and told her I was supposed to be getting a towel and told her I had to get back. I grabbed a towel off the back of my chair, picked up my halter off the floor, and headed out. But I turned at the doorway real quick, flashed mom a smile and said, “Hope you liked your treat?”

I couldn’t believe I put it quite that way, but the smile she flashed back as I turned told me she was pretty happy. I ran back to the shed and banged through the door.

“Sorry guys, but I almost ran into mom. Here’s a towel to clean up with.”

But as I looked around, I didn’t see anything that really needed cleaning up. Jim was already kicked back on the couch, Doug was trying to keep from falling over with delight, and Sammy was sitting in the chair smiling like I was such a naïve little girl. She saw me looking for Doug’s remnants and giggled a little. Then she reached forward and grabbed the towel from me. She made quite a production of wiping the corners of her mouth and threw it back at me.
“Thanks, I needed that.”

My eyes must have been bugging out when I asked, “You swallowed his semen? Yuk! That’s nasty.”

“Oh, someday you’ll change your mind about it to. A year from now you’ll be a cum receptacle for a dozen guys I bet.”

I countered on how I had almost puked on Jim’s stuff, and that I doubted if I could ever get use to it, let alone like it. She switched seats and plopped down between Jim and me on the couch and gave me a motherly hug. “You’re so cute and naïve. I love you.”

Feeling our bare chests rubbing together got me so hot, but I knew the air had gone from the boys and didn’t really want to get it going again. But I did want to feel her boobs one more time and surmised my only option was to tweak one of her nipples in a playful manner. She smiled, slapped my leg, and told all of us that she had to get going and that we would have to get together again sometime. I studied her frame, especially her chest, as she fumbled with her top to get dressed. I saw her bra on the floor and told her not to forget that.

“Thanks girl. My mom would have pitched such a fit if I came back braless.”

I couldn’t take my eyes from her as I watched her dress. I hoped that we would get together again, and soon. She was so much a fucking hottie. I asked for her phone number so we could do some girl talk later. I really wanted to make sure she didn’t tell anyone about my first lesbian experience, but when she wrote her number on the wood top of the makeshift cocktail table I had fashioned, I felt like a boy that realized he just earned a second date.

After she was gone, I put my top back on and the boys wanted to talk about nothing else but watching the two of us girls making out. I warned them that they had better never tell a sole, especially at school. I felt so dumb, but I had to admit to them that she was one hell of a girl, and had a fantastic body. I even told them that as a first experience, she was just the girl for the job. Then I shut them up quickly when I told them that I thought it was only fair that they let me watch them suck off each other. It was a whole minute before they found a reason to leave.

I sauntered back to the house and my mom was sitting at the kitchen table, with a couple of stories sitting in front of her. I went behind her, gave her a quick hug, and said I was sorry for being such a bad girl and letting that happen. Then as I peaked over her shoulder, I saw what she was reading and read a little with her. She rubbed my arm as she traced what she was reading herself with one finger. I skipped to that part and it was about the step-mom punishing her daughter for acting like a slut.

I got her drift, but I didn’t want to see what she had in mind, so I said I’d be right back and skipped back out to the shed. When I came back, I held my hands behind my back and said, “I guess you want to make a point with me now?”

I could see her staring at my arms and wondering what I had retrieved. She finally said that she thought that I probably needed a talking to.

I put on a goofy grin, took the rope I had taken from the shed and held it out to mom. I turned around, put my hands behind my back and said, “You know how I hate to hold still for a lecture.” She got my drift and I felt her immediately begin to tie my hands together. Mom was either stunned into silence, or felt like we just didn’t need to say a word. When she had my hands bound securely, she stood behind me and ran her hands up under my halter top. She was slowly pulling it up over my head and back down to the ropes where it couldn’t go any further. I shivered at the feel of my still moist nipples being exposed to the cool air of being topless.

Mom held me by the rope binding my hands behind me and led me to her bedroom. I was glad she took me there; her bed was so much softer. She played the part of a disciplinarian well, and pushed me onto her bed. I flipped over onto my stomach, but she wasn’t having that and flipped me back over. She clamored over me and pinned me down by sitting on my chest, with a knee on each side of my head. She started to stare at me and I stared back until our eyes started doing all the talking. She was lusting after my body just as the boys always did, but she was also thanking me for being so understanding of her needs.

Finally, she broke the silence. “You have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve been with a man?”

“Probably since we moved here two and a half months ago,” I said.

“Try four months total.” She pushed her weight down some so she could see my tits and then leered into my eyes. I almost felt sorry for her, but came up with a response so she didn’t have to feel like such a twisted pervert while attacking her own daughter.

“I guess I’m all you’ve got then.” I tried to say it as seductively as I could. I understood she just needed to ravage a body, and I was perfectly willing to let it be mine since we had been sharing so much in the past few days.

“That was quite a girl out there; did you like her, and who was she?”

I said, “That was Sammy from school. We never really talked before, but Doug brought her by after telling her about you catching us. She was really hot.” And then I saw a twinkle in my mom’s eye that made me want to tease her. “You liked her too, didn’t you?”

Mom didn’t answer, but she didn’t have too. She started pushing down on my body until she could tongue away at my mounds and nipples. She worked them over so well for the longest time. All I could do was twist under her in withering delight. Then she got between my legs and started undoing my shorts. I was still a little shy about her seeing my pussy. I barely had any hair yet. It seemed as stunted as my boobs. But it was a wildly erotic feeling having my mom pulling my shorts off me. She was taking her time stripping me, and made my panties a second trip. As soon as she had peeled them off me, she ran several fingers right up between my lips and commented on how fucking wet I had become. I twitched my pussy over her grip on me and she clearly saw the heat building up in me.

Mom licked away at me like a fucking pro, getting right up into me as far as she could. I decided to help out her fantasy a little and started talking dirty to inspire her womanly assault on me.

“You really loved watching Sammy and me making out, didn’t you? You would have loved being there and having at her yourself, I bet. Who knows, maybe that could be arranged some day?” I had no desire to tell her about my mom, but just telling her that I might drove her nuts and she doubled her efforts to get into me deeper. I couldn’t spread my legs any further for her, but I humped at her mouth as she went nuts on my pussy. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t take it anymore and started sliding my lips over her tongue as fast as I could. She was about to make me orgasm and I needed her tongue so bad. I quivered against her and shook uncontrollable.

But mom wouldn’t let up on me and even started to frig my clit with her thumb as she worked two fingers into me around her own tongue. She curled the fingers inside me to meet the thumb outside that was working my highly sensitive clit. I was jumping around as best I could, trying to get away from her. I was so sensitive that it almost hurt. I swear I could feel her fingers and thumb touching each other. I started to beg her to stop, but she only grinned menacingly at me as she continued licking at me.

I couldn’t believe how much my body was trembling as I begged her to stop, but then it all switched to massive heat and I felt my body twitching in a way I never felt before. Then my body sat up without my instructing it to, and I leaned over my mom’s head. My whole cunt was quivering and mom pulled her head back to watch what only she knew was going to happen. Suddenly, a pool of white goo came rushing out of me that looked almost like thick sperm. I grunted a couple of times as it continued. My mom’s smile told me it was okay, but I felt just like I imagined a boy would feel as he shot his cum. My eyes felt like they were going to fall out of my head. I couldn’t take my eyes off the white mess I had just made on my mom’s bed spread.

I felt my mouth gaping and mom just smiled as she said, “I bet you didn’t know you could do that, did you?” I shook my head quickly in total disbelief. I never even heard about girls being able to do that. She continued, “We girls aren’t as unlike boys as you may have thought. We can cum, too. Was it as good as it looked?”

I fell back onto the bed and dreamily answered ‘yes’. It was impossible for me to believe that my own mom not only had taught me that, but had made me do it for the first time.

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