The Game, part III


     -Julia-

Up until this point in her life, Julia Hall never had an opinion as to whether adrenaline, or sex for that matter, were addictive. But as she drove towards the house of one Amy Gallo - the young girl who'd had a brief sexual encounter with her daughter, Beth - she knew they were both more potent than any drug sold on the street. 

Julia knew she was out of control, and she loved it. She knew that if she wasn't careful, or if she went too far, that not one but two marriages and many lives would be adversely affected. The thought of meeting this precocious little teen made her slide a finger up into the leg of her cut-off jean shorts as she drove. She felt more alive and more aware than ever before. It was wonderful. 

Julia had arranged over the phone to meet young Amy. She'd explained that while Beth was away on her honeymoon, "Coach Hall's mom" was checking in on all the swimmers and making sure they were preparing for next year. But Julia had no plan for when she arrived. She didn't know whether or not anyone else would be home. She didn't even know if she would try anything with this girl - shit, she didn't even know if the girl would be interested in her. She just wanted to see her, and play it by ear. 

Julia pulled into the driveway, put the car in park, and took a deep breath. Part of her wanted to turn around right now. She was able to will herself out of the car in the knowledge that she could always limit this to just an innocent visit. "This is crazy," she thought as she approached the house. Her finger was shaking as she rang the doorbell. 

A young, skinny teen answered the door. It was obviously Amy. She was well tanned (what else would a 14-year old do all summer, Julia thought) and had medium length curly brown hair. She was a cute girl - definitely too young to be "hot," but still very cute. 

"Hi, are you Amy Gallo?" Julia asked. 

"Yeah, are you Mrs. Hall?" 

"Yes, I'm Coach Hall's mom. Actually, I suppose it's Coach Pelletier, now," said Julia. 

"That's right," Amy said. "Coach got married. Where'd she go on her honeymoon?" 

"Bermuda," said Julia. "They left yesterday."

"Cool," said Amy. "Well, come on in." 

Julia followed Amy into the house. The girl was wearing a light chartreuse and white striped summer top with thin shoulder straps that tied together in bows. She was definitely not wearing a bra, but her small, pert breasts didn't look like they needed one. Her shorts were solid chartreuse and the same material, ultimately yeilding thin but well-toned legs. 

"So," said Julia. It was the moment of truth. She had no idea where she was going with this, so she improvised. "Have you been getting enough time in the water?" she asked. 

"Every day," Amy said. 

"Great, that's really great." Now what? "How has your form been?" asked Julia. 

"I think it's fine, although I don’t really have anyone watching it for me." 

"What did Beth, er, Coach Hall have you working on?"

"Did coach really send you out to check on her swimmers?" asked Amy.

SHIT! This wasn't going to work..."Yes," said Julia, "I mean, no, not specifically to check on, I mean..." Julia was really struggling. Fear was starting to overtake her excitement. She didn't know what to say, she just forced more words out: "more like to just make sure that... while she was away... that they..."

"It's OK if she just asked you to check on me," said Amy.

"It is?" 

"Yeah. I mean, we had our own program that we were working on together but I kind of messed it up, so... if she asked you to just check on me, that's cool."

That was the break Julia was looking for. "Well, all right. She just wanted me to check on you."

"I thought so," said Amy. Julia thought Amy looked disappointed, like she'd let Beth down. 

"If you don't mind me asking," said Julia, "how exactly did you mess it up?" 

"Eh," said Amy. "It's a long story. Basically I guess I didn't take it seriously enough. I was, well, I suppose I had something else on my mind."

"Like what?" said Julia. Her fear was being slowly replaced with anticipation. Could she elicit a sexy confession from this girl?

"Just, you know, boys and stuff. My mind was elsewhere." 

Julia realized two things: A) she was very interested in pursuing this little adventure. Beth was right - this girl was confident and perceptive, and it made her sexy in a way that even the most physically developed young teenager could never hope to be. But B) Julia would need to put in a little more work - as an unknown authority figure, she would certainly have to make the first move. 

"So, um, would you like me to take a look at your form?" Julia asked. Her legs became weak when she heard those words come out of her own mouth.  

"Um, well, it's gonna be kind of hard seeing as how we don't have a pool." 

"Ah, hadn't thought of that," said Julia. Then a ridiculous idea popped into her head. Before her rational mind had time to shoot it down, she blurted it out. "Is there a bed we could use?" What the fuck did she just say? A pulsating warmth filled her face. She was terrified of what this girl was going to say to her. 

But Amy completely rolled with it, as if it were the perfect suggestion. "Sure, we can use my mom's bed," she said. "It's upstairs."

Julia followed Amy up the stairs. She had no idea if this was going to work - although Amy seemed agreeable to the visit, she didn't appear to be the sexually curious young pupil Julia had hoped. But the anticipation of the mere possibility was killing her. 

Amy led Julia into the master bedroom, kicked off her flip-flops, and hopped on the bed. "So what do you want me to do?" she asked. 

Oh, the myriad possible answers to that question, Julia thought. "Um, well, let's see. What did Coach Hall have you working on?" 

"Well, her biggest concern was that at as the races wore on, my hands would un-cup at the end of my out-sweep and I wouldn't rotate my wrists enough through the in-sweep."

Julia had no idea what this meant. 

"Can you show me on the bed?" asked Julia. 

"Yeah, sure," said Amy. She laid down on her stomach and went through the freestyle motion. "This is where my technique breaks down. I guess I lose endurance," she said, indicating by opening her cupped hand and making an exaggerated wrist rotation. 

Julia watched every motion of the nubile young temptation before her. "Well, let's see what we can do," she said. Julia unzipped and removed the sweatshirt she'd been wearing, trying to make it look as if she did so for range-of-motion purposes. 

Of course, she really did it to see Amy's reaction to her majestic chest, which was now separated from the young teen only by a bright red bikini bathing top. Her formidable breasts tested the limits of the bikini top's strength as they spilled out in all directions, most notably in the center, where it formed cleavage in the magnitude of the Great Divide. Her prodigious nipples, normally a source of public bathing embarrassment for her, strained against the fabric as if each were fighting for the young girl's attention. 

And it worked. As Julia continued to speak calmly to the girl, Amy's composure broke. Julia could feel the girl trying to avert her eyes from her chest, but it wasn't working. She wasn't even sure the girl could hear her speaking. 

"Well, what I think would work best is if you could find some sort of resistance exercise where you could practice cupping your hands and rotating your wrists, to build up strength," Julia said. 

"Yeah," said Amy, fighting to stay focused. 

"Here," said Julia. "I know this isn't ideal, but we're both grown-ups." Julia took Amy's hands. She placed them squarely on her breasts. Amy gasped. 

"Now cup your hands," said Julia. 

Amy cupped her hands on each of Julia's mounds. 

"Now try and rotate your wrists. This should build up strength," said Julia.

Amy complied, pushing the older woman's breasts up and allowing them to fall back down slowly in her palms. 

"Keep your hands cupped," advised Julia. 

"Yes. Sorry," said Amy. 

"Very good," said Julia. The young girl's breast massage felt wonderful. She began playing with Amy's hair. "How does that feel? So far so good?"

"Yeah, it's... awesome..." said Amy. The young girl was not in control, something she obviously wasn't used to. "You know, Mrs. Hall," she said in a shaky voice, "I should also probably work on timing my breathing with this, you know, opening and closing my mouth..."

"What a wonderful idea, Amy," Julia said. 

Amy slid her hands behind Julia's back and unfastened the bikini top. Julia lifted her arms and the top practically flew across the room from the elastic build-up. Julia put her hands around Amy's head and pulled her into her chest. 

The young girl brought her face to the fleshy peaks. She resumed the wrist rotations and slowly drew her mouth over Julia's nipples - the largest nipples she'd ever seen. She tried for a minute to keep up the "swim practice" façade, but it was useless. Her small tongue finally emerged and encircled a nipple. She gave a hearty suck and pushed her face right into the tit. She ran her tongue all over the whole thing, giving extra attention between the tiny bumps in the areola and the nipple, all the while clutching the other tit greedily with her other hand. 

Julia closed her eyes and tilted her head back. The girl's techniques were delightful. She didn't know how far this was going to go, but if this was it, she would be more than happy to return home and masturbate (frequently) while thinking about what had already transpired. 

Still, Julia thought, it would be nice if one or both of them got to come. She began planning her next move when a voice screamed:

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!"



     -Pam-

Pam Gallo was a single mother. Everybody said she had the hardest job in the world, and she agreed. Only it had nothing to do with raising her two children. She was a lobbyist - a liberal lobbyist - in the great state of North Carolina. 

Yet as difficult as it was, she never thought about doing anything else. She was fantastic at her job, and as a strong willed, vocal, liberal woman living in conservative times in a traditionalist state in a man's world, she felt it was her war to fight. 

In a way, her marriage was a casualty of that war. She married at 20 to a slick talking, eye-catching, high-income potential good-ol'-boy. She had two children within two years, during which time Pam learned what it really meant to be a woman, and how most johnson-headed men in this world didn't give a rat's ass as long as their women looked 'purdy' and had dinner ready on time. She not only took him for everything in the divorce, she scared him away so fiercely that he'd only been interested in seeing his children four times in the past 14 years. 

Pam was a strikingly pretty woman. She had piercing brown eyes and thin, expressive lips. But she made sure she was a 'bitchy pretty' - she wanted no favors based on appearance alone. She wore little makeup and kept her hair relatively short - "pixie-punk" was what she called it, and frequently wore skirts and tops that showed off her finely muscled arms and legs. Her breasts were about one hand-full each, but she absolutely refused to ever wear a push-up bra or show cleavage. She firmly believed that any man who could be easily swayed by tits clearly didn't have enough to offer. 

Pam's sexuality was a natural outgrowth of her personality. Even from a very young age, when other girls were merely curious, Pam was actively experimenting. Labels like "slut" or "whore" couldn't have meant less to her. Her first sexual encounter came at age 12 during an extended Gallo family reunion. (Yes, she took her name back in the divorce and even legally changed the children's names.) At the reunion, she had been talking for most of the day with some 22 year-old guy - she wasn't sure of their relation but she was pretty sure it wasn't first order, like an uncle or anything. 

They went for a walk in the woods and he held her hand. Once they were well away from the group, he stopped and kissed her, her first tongue kiss, and when she didn't resist, he felt her up despite the fact she wasn't very developed at all. He broke the kiss and said they should get back, but adventurous Pam just looked him deep in the eye and unbuckled his belt. 

Suddenly, she was in control. She reached into his pants and pulled out his penis. Although she didn't know what to do, she knew men liked having their penises touched, so she had him tell her what to do. He could barely talk, and Pam loved it. She jerked him off until he ejaculated like a fountain. Then they went back to the reunion. 

She lost her virginity two years later when she seduced one of her parents' (married) friends while visiting their beach house on the Outer Banks. A bike ride was planned for the day, but there were five people and 4 bicycles. The scheming little teen persuaded her parents to let their friend teach her how to play golf while they and their friend's wife went on the bike ride. As soon as the trio left the house, Pam made her intentions known to the man. As a Christian, a faithful husband, and family friend, the man resisted and vowed before God to tell her parents about her sinful ways. Then Pam took her clothes off, and they fucked four times before the others returned. 

The rest of her life, not counting the two years of marriage/servitude, was one episode like that after another. At one point she figured that she'd had sex in more inappropriate locations than not - and that the sex in the traditional locations was mostly with inappropriate people... 

As her children grew, she made an initial effort to hide her indiscretions from them. But life in Pam Gallo's house was blunt, brutal, and honest. Eventually, her son and daughter just learned to stay out of the way on Friday night when mom brought someone home again from work. Pam initially tried to introduce them as boyfriends, but when they rarely saw the same person twice, even they weren't buying it. 

Pam knew that especially within the political ranks, sex was a weapon. About 8 years ago, Pam discovered just how powerful it could really be when she fucked the governor's wife. Indeed, her first lesbian experience was with the proper, conservative, and oh-so-dainty first lady of North Carolina. Something came over her that night (pun intended). It doesn't matter what you bring to the table or what hand you're dealt, if someone wants to fuck you bad enough, you win. And while getting a good dicking from semi-powerful, semi-prominent men was both fun and professionally rewarding, convincing pretty, dolled-up little politician's wives to eat your pussy was the ultimate rush. And there were more of them out there willing to do so than she ever would have believed. 

By the time her daughter Amy and her son Chris were old enough to understand, for every five men mommy brought home over a given period, there would most likely be one woman as well.

So while Pam insisted on (and got) excellence from her children at school, she was well aware that they were most likely going to experiment sexually just as she had done, no matter what she said, since she was admittedly a horrible role model in that regard. 

Despite this realization, she never expected to walk into her bedroom one day and see her daughter feasting on some middle aged woman's (considerable) bare breasts.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!" yelled Pam.

"Mom!" shrieked Amy.

"Oh my god!" Julia gasped, instinctively covering her breasts. She looked around desperately for the bikini top. 

"Who the FUCK are you?" demanded Pam.

"Mom, wait, I can explain," said Amy.

"Go to your room, now!" said Pam.

"But mom..."

"NOW!"

Amy ran out of the room with her head down. 

"Would you mind telling me who you are and what the fuck you were doing with my daughter?" asked Pam. 

"Jesus, yes, sorry," said an out-of-breath Julia. She was trying to pick up her bikini top while keeping her breasts covered. "My name is Julia Hall, I'm Amy's swim coach's mom, and I was just stopping by to..."

"Rape my daughter?" asked Pam.

"No, I..."

"It sure as hell looked like it to me," said Pam. "Give me one reason why I don't call the cops right now!"

Julia was terrified. What the fuck had she been thinking? What ever possessed her to come over here in the first place? "Look," said Julia, "there's something you should know." 

And Pam was looking. She was looking at this woman - a very attractive blonde woman in cut-off shorts with large breasts and the biggest nipples she'd ever seen - having no luck trying to put on a red bikini top. "I'm listening," she said. And I'm looking at your tits, too, she thought. 

Julia realized she was going to have to betray her own daughter's confidence if she was going to get out of this mess. "Your daughter," Julia said, "sexually assaulted my daughter."

"Your daughter, her swim coach? Sounds like a load of bullshit to me!"

"No, she did," said Julia.

"So, what - that gives you the right to come over here and throw your tits in my daughter's face? I'm calling the cops." 

Julia's blood ran cold. She realized now that her life, at least the meaningful part, was over. She could see her story on TV and in the papers... 

Pam crossed the room and grabbed the phone. 

"Put down the phone, mom," said Amy, who had reappeared in the doorway. 



     -Amy-

The whole fucking mess with Coach Hall had ended so embarrassingly that it still made Amy's stomach turn when she thought about it. Fortunately, she was gradually thinking about it less and less since the incident in the shower four months ago. 

She was afraid people were going to find out and think she was a lesbian. She definitely wasn't a lesbian. She was just like her mom, and proud of it. She could think a woman was attractive and not have to put a label on it. Not when she was only interested in dating boys. 

Besides, despite what she told Coach Hall, she had only ever kissed one girl before and that was it. And although she didn't really mind, she hadn't exactly wanted to either. Her boyfriend at the time did make her do it, and although she didn't object, the other girl had bad, smoky breath and it wasn't fun or a turn-on. 

Her fascination with Coach Beth Hall really started after her mom drove her home from a swim meet last winter. At first, their conversation was all "great swimming out there" and "you're really improving." 

 Then her mom said, "So who's the blonde coach?" 

"You mean coach Hall?" said Amy.

"Is she the one with the body?" said Pam.

"I guess Coach Hall has a nice body," said Amy.

"She's an absolute goddess," said Pam.

And that was pretty much it on that topic. But somewhere deep inside and idea had taken seed. Amy knew that her mom had sex with a lot of people, even women. So if Coach Hall was someone her mom wanted to have sex with...

This line of thinking not only fixed Beth Hall as on object of desire in her head, but also subconsciously gave her a way she could impress her mother at Her Own Game.

"Scheming" obviously ran in the family, as Amy began planning her seduction (she loved that word) of Coach Hall. And the more she schemed, the more infatuated she actually became with her swimming coach. 

Then, just when everything was going perfectly, she rushed it and fucked everything up. It was so fucking embarrassing. Her mother never would have fucked that up. Every day since then, she'd been half expecting her mom would get a call from the school or she'd be asked to come down to the principal's office and she'd get expelled. 

That's what she initially expected when she got a call from the Coach Hall's mom two days ago. She said she wanted to come over and check on Coach's swimmers, if that was all right with Amy. Amy didn't argue - but even when the woman showed up at her house without a cop or a lawyer or a school official, she still thought something was up. 

So then things started happening in a blur, and the next thing she knew, Amy found herself worshipping at the titty altar of Coach Hall's mom. She didn't understand what was going on, but she was enjoying it. She was even getting really aroused.

Then her mom busted in the room and all hell broke loose. 

Amy stood in the hallway, listening to the exchange between her mom and Mrs. Hall. She was scared to death, especially when she heard Mrs. Hall say:

"Your daughter sexually assaulted my daughter."

This was taking a terrible, terrible turn. Amy almost started to cry - but then she suddenly realized something didn't make sense.

Mrs. Hall knew about what happened with Coach. And yet: Mrs. Hall intentionally lured her into feeling her tits. Was this woman angry with her... or something else?

Amy figured there was only way any of this made sense. She walked back into her mom's bedroom in time to see her pick up the phone. 

"Put down the phone, mom," said Amy.

"Stay out of this," said Pam.

"I said put down the phone, Pam," said Amy to her mother. "Don't you think Mrs. Hall deserves to hear about her little goddess?" 



     -The Troika-

Pam put down the phone. "Excuse me?" she said. 

Amy said: "I believe the conversation went like this: You: 'So who's the blonde coach?' Me: 'You mean Coach Hall?' You: 'Is she the one with the body? She's an absolute goddess.' Or something like that." 

Julia, who still hadn't managed to get her bikini top on (she now suspected it was broken), looked at Pam and for the first time since this exchange started, Pam was the one who looked away. 

"We should talk about this later," said Pam to her daughter.

"No, we should talk about it now," said Amy. "You see, after you made that little comment, it got me thinking. My mom fucks hot women. My mom thinks Coach Hall is hot. I'm like my mom. I should fuck Coach Hall!"

Although she was feeling nowhere near normal, a modicum of relief began to come over Julia. She took a renewed interest in this bizarre turn of events. 

"What are you talking about?" said Pam.

"That's right. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to fuck Coach Hall. That doesn't surprise you, does it? I mean, that face, that ass, and I see now where she gets those great tits..." Amy said, motioning to Julia. 

Pam looked at Julia. Julia smiled and raised her eyebrows. 

"So I tried," continued Amy. "I even set it up so we would be naked AND alone. It was perfect. Then I rushed it and fucked everything up."

"Amy," said Pam, drastically changing her tone. "Why don't we let Mrs. Hall leave and we'll finish this conversation ourselves, all right? 

"But there was one thing I couldn't figure out," said Amy, disregarding her mother's suggestion. "And that was, why would Coach's mom come all the way out here with the knowledge of what happened, only to have me feel her up?" 

"Amy," Pam said. 

"You know why, mom? Because I think she's a big slut. Just like you and me."

"AMY!" yelled Pam. 

"I think she came all the way over here just so she could get some."

"Mrs. Hall, think it would be best if you just left now," said Pam. "We'll forget about what happened and..."

"I don't think so," said Amy. "Mrs. Hall is my guest, and I want her to stay." Amy started walking towards Julia. "The way I see it, mom, you have two choices. You can either go and leave us alone, or you can join in." 

And with that, Amy stepped in front of Julia. She pulled the broken bikini top out of Julia's hands and cupped one mega-tit with the other. She reached behind Julia's head and pulled her in for a slow, sloppy, wet kiss. 

Julia's fear completely vanished, replaced by unyielding waves of desire and wantonness. She eagerly met the young girl's small mouth with her own, larger tongue. 

Amy turned and looked at her mother, making direct eye contact as she ran her tongue over Julia's delectable nipple. Without breaking eye contact with her mom, she undid Julia's cut off shorts, hooked her thumbs in the waist, and pulled them down. 

Julia lifted Amy's top off and pulled her in close so the young girl's breasts were smooshed snugly into her own. They continued licking each other's tongues. 

Pam was speechless. For the first time in many, many years, she didn't know what to do. She'd just lost an argument - to her daughter no less - and was now being defied in her own house. Yet the boldness of this moment - the raw sexuality emanating from her 14-year old daughter making out with a well-endowed middle aged woman - right in front of her - created a sexual surge like she'd never known. Up to this point in her life, when it came to sex, you name it, she'd tried it. There was no fantasy left unfulfilled. But now, after many years, the irresistible urge of doing something new was drawing her back in. She realized she was about to share another woman with her daughter. 

Pam moved in slowly without speaking a word. As Julia saw her approach, she broke her kiss with Amy and tilted her head to meet Pam. They kissed with tremendous passion, like long lost lovers. 

As if it were synchronized, the Gallo women both dropped down, fastening their mouths around each of Julia's sumptuous nipples. They lavished and indulged themselves on soft, bountiful breast-flesh and rubbery, distended nipple. 

Julia playfully ran her hands through the hair of both mother and daughter, savoring the view of the two shameless vixens partaking of her generous bounty. 

When Pam brought her right hand up into Julia's sopping bush, she unexpectedly found her daughter's hand already there. Together, mother and daughter entwined fingers and teamed to bring Julia pleasure in a slippery combination of soaked snatch and dancing digits. They fashioned their thumbs on either side of Julia's clit, simultaneously pinching it while sliding their fingers down her love canal. 

Pam looked across at her daughter as Amy tongue-bathed Julia's tit, realizing that she was, in fact, proud of her daughter's sexual conquest. Like a fisherman passing his trade on to his son, her daughter had just reeled in the big one. 

Julia's legs couldn't take it anymore. She knelt down with the Gallo women and pulled them close to give alternating kisses. She decided to test the limits of this tawdry tryst. After breaking one particular kiss, she gazed quite severely at her partners, suggesting with her eyes that they should kiss each other. 

While Pam and Amy Gallo were sluts to be sure, they obviously held the same taboos towards incest as the rest of society. Instead, Pam said to Julia, "Mrs. Hall, would you agree that I'm a little over-dressed for this occasion?"

"No doubt," said Julia, lifting Pam's shirt over her head. "And please, call me Julia." She laid Pam down on her back and made quick work of her bra. Julia admired the shapeliness of Pam's baseball-sized breasts. She somehow knew even before touching them that they'd be quite a treat. Julia ran her hands over them, letting the eraser-sized nipple slip between her fingers with a little squeeze. 

Julia licked from the woman's chin all the way down her neck, to her sternum and then to her breasts. Her tongue performed its masterful manipulations on Pam's tender tit skin, making a concerted effort to allow her sandpaper-like tongue as much surface area along the nipple as possible. 

"Hey, no fair," said Amy. 

"I haven't forgotten about you," said Julia, pushing Amy to the ground as well. "After all, I came all this way for you..."

Julia pounced onto all fours and lowered her head to the girl's chest, sucking each entire golf ball sized mound in her mouth in turn. Julia noticed that Amy's breasts were not quite fully developed and that they took a bit more tongue-probing to elicit the nipples from the depths of the areolas. This was, of course, not a problem. Her hard work paid off as two raspberry sized (and textured) nipples gradually emerged to find a wet, playful home in her welcoming mouth.

Pam sat up to find a gaping pussy right in front of her face. A thought briefly crossed her mind – that it was irresponsible for her to perform oral sex in front of her daughter – but she knew that moment was long gone. She plunged her tongue deep into the muskiness of Julia's twat. 

"Oh my God!" screamed Julia. "Oh, fuck yeah!" she said, letting Amy's nipples fall from her mouth. 

"Do that to me! Do that to me!" Amy begged Julia.  

Julia was spasming so hard with pleasure that she didn't realize just how hard she yanked off the young teen's shorts. It startled Amy even more when Julia lifted the girl's legs, putting her hands on the calves, and pushed Amy's knees back towards her head. 

Julia plowed her face into Amy's pussy pudding. With the girl's legs up at her head, she had the perfect angle for deep tongue-fucking. But that didn't mean Julia neglected the poor girl's clit. In no time, Amy was ready to burst. 

"Oh, Christ, Mrs. Hall, oh, Christ I'm gonna come," she cried. Amy reached under her legs to twist her own nipples – the ones Julia had been kind enough to liberate for her.

Julia worked her tongue faster than ever. 

"Oh, I'm coming, mommy! Shit, I'm coming momMMMEEEEE!!!" And with that, Amy tensed up in a little ball and fired off the greatest orgasm of her young life. 

Pam struggled to identify the bizarre, conflicting emotions she felt watching her daughter cry out for her as she climaxed at the hand (mouth) of another woman. Should she be happy? Embarrassed? 

Julia wasn't far behind Amy, as Pam had taken to pounding Julia's womb with her middle finger as hard as she could while frigging her clit with the other hand. She busted out in a climax of her own, soaking Pam's hands in the process. 

Anticipating her turn, Pam hopped up on the bed and removed her pants. As much as Julia wanted a minute or two to recuperate, she knew that this sexy bitch deserved a timely release. 

Julia crawled up onto the bed and grabbed Pam's wrists. Julia made a slutty show of licking her own juices off  Pam's hands. 

"Mmm, you are filthy, aren't you?" said Pam. 

"You don't know the half of it," said Julia, pushing the woman back down on the bed. "I'm going to eat you so good..."

Now, when it came to being eaten, Pam was very particular. She did not let men eat her out. They were either too clumsy, too ignorant, or too rough (and not in the right ways). Besides, with men, she just wanted cock - either in her mouth or in her cunt. Or even in her ass, if it the man held enough power. 

Eating was a skill she left to women. Aside from the aforementioned thrill of seeing the pretty face of a female politician, a politician's wife, or a prominent news anchorwoman looking up at her while they feasted on her clam, women were just a lot more in tune with what was going on down there. And right now, Pam was planning on really making Julia work. She was going to hold back on her orgasm for as long as possible - even if the woman got tongue cramps. She knew it was bitchy, but that's the way she was.

Julia spread Pam's legs wide, stuck out her large tongue and took a big lap right up the middle of her cunt. "God, you taste good," she said. 

Pam laid her head back and enjoyed. she stroked Julia's hair, marveling at the talents of her large tongue through the slits of mostly closed eyes. She noticed Amy stretching out on the floor, finally coming back to reality, and crawling up onto the bed. 

"Having fun, mom?" she asked. 

"Oh yeah," said Pam. 

"Here, pick your head up," said Amy. 

"Wh... what?" said Pam. 

Amy removed the pillow from under her mom's head up and swiveled her own body underneath, so she was sitting Indian-style with her mom's head on her lap. 

Pam tried to focus on the fact that Julia had taken cunnilingus to the level of art form, but she couldn't get past the notion that the hair on the back of her head was inches from, if not touching, her daughter's pussy. It was making her uneasy. 

"Do it, mom," said Amy. "Do it hard." Amy stroked her mother's hair and cheek.

Pam began to worry that she wouldn't be able to concentrate with Amy there. 

Amy stroked her mother's bare shoulder.  

Pam scrunched her eyes. This felt weird. 

Julia alternated between clit licking and jamming her full tongue up Pam's gash.

Amy stroked her mother's neck down to her sternum. 

An "ungh" sound involuntarily slipped from Pam's mouth.

Amy cupped her mother's breast and gently squeezed the nipple. "Yeah, mom," she whispered in her ear. 

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" shrieked Pam, over and over again. Every muscle in her body wrenched as an apocalyptic orgasm shredded her very being. 

Julia could barely hold on - but after what she'd just witnessed, she couldn't deny Pam a proper conclusion. She tried to work her tongue in concert with the violent seizures. 

Unfortunately, Pam had wanted 30 minutes or so of pussy eating but only got about 30 seconds. Fortunately, it was as if 30 minutes of pleasure had been jam-packed into that one crest of euphoria. 

"Oh, Amy, oh God," said a panting Pam. She turned over onto all fours and looked her daughter in the face. "What did you do?"

"It was all Mrs. Hall, mom," said Amy. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Yes you do. Oh my God," said Pam, still struggling to catch her breath. "It was amazing. Oh my God." Pam gave her daughter a quick kiss on the lips, then collapsed on the bed. 

"Guess it's nap time," Amy said. She gave Julia a wink and cuddled up next to her mother. 

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Julia awoke to the sound of Pam and Amy talking in hushed tones. She realized this was an extremely delicate situation - not only had Amy touched her mother's naked breast, but it had obviously driven Pam crazy. Now, the two of them would need to figure out how to deal with it. So Julia pretended to still be asleep. 

"What were you thinking when you did that?" asked Pam.

"When I did what?" asked Amy.

"Don't play games with me. You know." 

"I don't know," Amy said. "I guess... I guess I just wanted to, you know, help you feel good, and I got caught up in the moment." 

"Well, thank you," said Pam, "but you shouldn't do that." 

"But I wanted to," said Amy. "It was sexy."

"Daughters aren't supposed to be sexy with their mothers," said Pam.

"Come on, mom. It's not a big deal - they're only breasts, I've heard you say it yourself a hundred times."

"Shh..." said Pam, "not so loud. They are only breasts. But still..."

"Then do me a favor," said Amy. "Feel my nipples. Tell me what's wrong with them. They're always 'underground.'"

"No! Don't be ridiculous," said Pam.

"Come on, seriously. They don't come out like normal ones, look." Amy lifted her breast up to show her mom. "Were yours like that?"

"Hmm," said Pam. Amy was right - her areolas were conical in shape but didn't end in a protruded nipple. Pam took the end of one areola in her fingertips and felt for the nipple. "No, mine were never like that," she said. "But you could have gotten it from your father's side."  

"Ah," Amy said. Actually, she wasn't really concerned about them. She'd read that it was a not uncommon characteristic of developing breasts. She just liked the attention from her mom. 

"Do they come out when it's cold?" Asked Pam, as she rubbed her finger along the skin, still feeling for the nipple. 

"Yeah," said Amy. She tried to say more, but the tingling coming from her mother's probing touch was creating a small apple in her throat. She tried to control her breathing as her mother continued to innocently inspected her "problem." 

"While I try to find them, do you want to tell me what happened with her daughter?" Pam said, motioning towards Julia. 

"Uh, OK," said Amy. She didn't really feel like talking at all, she just wanted to lay back and enjoy. But if it would keep her mother's fingers on her, she'd force herself. She explained the whole thing, starting with the "goddess" comment and ending with Julia showing up at the house. 

By this time, Pam had managed to lure her daughter's nipples out of their hiding place. She kept touching them anyway, partly because once it's done, it's done, but mostly because her daughter was enjoying it. "So what did you think?"

"About what?" asked Amy.

"About..." Pam lowered her voice, as if she didn't want Julia to hear. "About eating pussy..." 

"Actually, I've never done it," said Amy.  

Pam replayed the day's events in her mind and realized her daughter was right. 

"I'm kind of nervous to try it," Amy continued. "I don't know what to do, and it seems a little gross."

"Au contraire," said Pam. "It's the best... when it's done right." 

Julia, still feigning sleep, listened as Pam gave her daughter a first class lesson in how to eat another woman, from the proper amount of clitoris attention to when to add finger fucking. To Julia's delight, Pam finished by telling Amy to wake up Julia by eating her out. 

Amy hesitantly approached Julia. She placed a hand on the older woman's thigh, debating whether or not to open her legs. 

"Mom, I can't. I don't want my first time to be with someone I just met." 

"It's OK, baby, I understand," said Pam. She noticed that the emotional heaviness of this whole interlude was starting to wear on her daughter. "That's enough for today," Pam said. 

"It's not that," said Amy, slowly crawling on top of her mother. 

Their naked bodies were inches apart. Amy dipped her nipples down onto her mother's face. Pam wasn't sure what was going on. 

"Stick out your tongue," said Amy.

Pam, mesmerized, complied. Amy lowered her nipple and brushed it all over her mother's tongue. 

"It's just that I wanted my first time to be with you," said Amy.

"No! Amy..." Pam started. But then her body locked up. She couldn't move. She couldn't tell if she was horrified or turned on beyond belief. She felt her daughter's nipple move from her tongue all the way down to her own nipple, where they playfully met and danced together. Amy's tongue followed it, and she lovingly suckled on her mother's tit. Pam tried to push her away/pull her closer, but her hands were useless, rubbery masses. 

Amy moved down until her head was at her mother's pussy. Using all of her mother's pointers, she explored, flicked, sucked, savored, loved, slurped and teased with the confidence of a seasoned slut. 

Pam made inhuman grunts and moans. This was, without a doubt, the most unbelievably pleasurable and electric sensation she'd ever felt in her life. 

Completely aroused by this new turn of events, Julia opened her eyes. As Amy ate her mom, she was on her hands and knees with her pussy right in Julia's face. God, how she loved eating that young pussy, Julia thought, and right now she wanted to tongue that asshole in front of her face the worst way. But this was a very important moment for the Gallo women and shouldn't be interrupted. Julia vowed that one day, no matter what, her tongue would be in that little ass.  

It took all of five minutes for Amy to push her mother over the edge - sending her into convulsions on the order of her previous orgasm. Despite her second serious bodily ravaging, Pam bounced right up and smothered her daughter with deep soul kisses. "I want you so bad," Pam announced, and flipped her daughter over, diving right into the 14 year old's muff. 

Although Pam was a world-class pussy eater, Amy was conscious enough to notice Julia fingering herself on the end of the bed. "Mrs. Hall," she said. "Come over here. I want to show you what I've learned." 

Julia didn't hesitate and climbed over the teen's head, sitting on her face. Pam's lesson had paid off - Amy's tiny tongue showed no signs of inexperience as it slathered all over every inch of her cunt. The young girl even reached her hands up to play with Julia's tits and nipples as she ate (and was eaten). 

Pam rewarded her daughter with the best pussy eating she'd ever given, trying to find her secret spots while sliding her fingers inside with loving, motherly care.

Before long, the three sluts were once again crying out in ecstasy as the room filled with the pungent scents of pussy and sweat. They collapsed into each other's arms, with Amy comfortably snuggled between the two older women's breasts. 

Each drifted off with the thought that only one thing was missing. 

"Coach," thought Amy.

"The Goddess," thought Pam.

"Beth," thought Julia. 

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