Subject: Denise Moore is Proud of Her Daughter Sissy (Mf, mmf, incest)
Submitted By: Denise Moore <denimoore@yahoo.com>
Cynthia Moore <sissy.4894@yahoo.com>
Posted by: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Sent: Saturday, May 31, 2008 9:01:12 AM
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Hi Kelly.
I met some of Kaylyn's college friends that night on the town. They are either
a little old for Sissy or not old enough. Depending on how you look at it. I
am trying not to imagine what they might get into though. Or like you said....
Funny you should mention that baby doll nightie. I gave her one as a birthday
gift and suggested she model it for us. She loves doing her little modeling
routine so much, I thought that she would enjoy it and that it would help move
into the special activities I had planned for her. It has the flyaway front and
thong pantie. I know those are uncomfortable, but just how long do you suppose
she would have it on. She loved it. And especially getting to show it off like
that.
We had other, more traditional gifts for her too. A dressy watch. She is
wanting to dress a little more grown up lately. Her dad got her an emerald
necklace (birthstone). Some fun things I let the kids pick out. And a couple
of dresses that she admired. Not particularly sexy, but very pretty and the way
she carried herself in them when she was trying things on...well! She will turn
some heads.
My baby is growing up too fast, Kelly. I am feeling so old. The growing up she
did while I was gone has taken hold, it seems. There is a whole different air
about her. The part I am having to watch is how she corrects her siblings and
points out things they should do. She does it well, not real bossy like. In
fact I could take a lesson from how she does it. But maybe it's a little too
much. How do I tell her not to, when she does it so well and so effectively?
In her, I can see her grandmother correcting and caring for me when I was a
child.
All this and yet at times she is still very much the child. My precious baby.
What a mixed up time of life. I guess you could say I am growing up a little
more too, along with my daughter.
Let me wipe my eyes and I'll get back to the party.
I sent her to her room to change, and when she "floated" down the stairs in that
sexy nightie you could hear a few mild gasps. From her aunt came a slow soft
exclamation, "Ohhh, my!" I think that summed up the general feeling. The
lovely powder blue was just the right touch with her recent tan and flowing
blond hair.
I had briefed everyone while she was changing. Her dad would lead things off
and then the twins could have their turn with her. After that the twins were to
be off to bed and Kevin and the men would have their little gang bang with her.
I'll leave it for her to relate the details from her vantage point. But let me
say, my boys did themselves, and their big sister, proud. It was their first
time in front of an audience. Well, actually I guess they have always performed
in front of someone. There has always been the two of them. As far as I know
they have not yet branched out solo with any of us. I should try that with them
sometime. It might be good for them. I'll mention it to Sissy as well.
Back to our young lady model, or model young lady. She strutted her stuff
before her audience. She would turn in ways to illicit maximum exposure without
showing all. She did a thing with her shoulders I don't know if I can describe.
Turning slightly she raise on shoulder and leaned a little so that one side of
the nightie rode up well above her hip displaying the blue string of the side of
her thong pantie. She continued the movement, turning more and bending over a
bit to expose bare buttocks that hid part of the thong very sweetly, but also
moving her legs in such a way as to spread the cheeks just enough to expose that
wisp of blue running between them. She continued the move until she was facing
us standing straight and proud, her chest pushing out her little breast for
maximum effect. Those luscious little nipples clearly visible through the sheer
blue haze of the fabric, and that tight little tummy with its delightfully sexy
naval clearly visible between the flyaway top and that tiny patch of blue barely
hiding the promised goal of her sweet pussy. The little slit could be seen
through the blue.
As she stood there so proud and so inviting, her dad stood and moved toward her.
He stopped in front of her just looking into her eyes before kissing her and
then opened the closure of the nightie and removed it from her. He dropped it
to the floor and kissed one nipple and then the other. While leaning down for
that, he took hold of each side of her thong and slid it gently down those slim
but well turned legs, and she stepped gracefully out of it. He stepped behind
her and with his hands on slender little shoulders, he nodded for his twin sons
to come to her. Then he stepped away and watched as the two of them literally
devoured their lovely vision of a sister. I just can't describe this part well
enough for the vision that is still in my mind. They did not attack her
sexually as is so often the case with them. Those two were a precision team as
they made love to this vision of sensual desire. It was so beautiful. Had
these two planned their technique? Had they practiced this somehow? They
seemed to sense the special time and occasion. This was not just another quick
fuck. My boys are good. They make a mother so proud.
They could have gone for an encore, but how do you follow that performance. So
they kissed their sister and their mother and went off to bed. Oh, how I wanted
to follow them up those stairs, yet I just couldn't miss the rest of my
daughter's performance, and rest of her birthday gift of love. Her dad then
lead off and the three of them did just about everything a man could do with a
vibrant young girl just oozing sexual charm and enticement.
Harriet and I sat next to each other holding each others hand. There was an
occasional tightening of the grip as we watch certain moments for Sissy and I
suppose we both "felt" a little of what our girl was feeling. That delightful
little tummy rolled like a belly dancer with her orgasms. Carol was mesmerized.
It was so beautiful.
Alright, so I have been reading some of my daughters latest writings. I hope I
got into the spirit of things enough to compliment her.
The rest will have to come from the star attraction of the evening. The
birthday girl herself.
Denise
Sissy Moore - Mother is Proud of Her