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"Good Morning, Mom. Who's your pretty friend?" I awoke with a start
as Jessie plunked herself down on a corner of the bed, while Liz
lounged in the doorway. They were wearing identical sheer baby-dolls
that made them look utterly delicious, instead of their usual
night-time T-shirts. I guessed they wanted to make a good impression.
"This is Alicia," I replied as I slowly drew the covers off of her, "a
friend of Rachel's." Her naked body was too lovely to resist, so we
didn't even try. I only had to roll over a bit to take a soft pink
nipple into my mouth, and Jessie immediately crawled over the bed to
suck on her other one. Elizabeth joined the party by kneeling between
Alicia's parted thighs and started licking her way from the knees
upwards. Alicia moaned in pleasure and her eyes opened. Then those
eyes became very wide as she realized that three mouths were licking
and sucking at her body. She put a hand on each of Jessie's head and
mine, as if to hold us to her breasts; but I was sure that most of her
attention was focussed between her thighs as Liz's probing tongue
closed in on her pussy. It was easy to tell when she got there.
"Ooh!" Alicia cried, "Oooooohhh! Yesss!" I looked down to see my
daughter's mouth firmly planted over our guest's clit, as her cheeks
rhythmically dimpled in her sucking efforts. Alicia wriggled and
writhed in pleasure, but Elizabeth's mouth stayed glued to the spot as
her victim's gyrations became ever wilder. Finally Alicia froze with
her back rigidly arched, and let out a cry something like "Yeeeoooww!"
as she reached her climax and her juices flooded Liz's mouth and chin.
The twins got up then, looking smugly pleased with themselves, and
headed down to the kitchen to get the coffee started. I rolled out of
bed, wondering what to wear. After a quick look in a few drawers I
pulled out a couple of barely-there beach wraps and tossed one to
Alicia as I donned the other. A troubled look came to her face, so of
course I asked her why. She told me, "Uh, Margaret, I'm afraid I
haven't been completely honest with you. You see, I don't really live
close to here. In fact, I don't live anywhere at all. My dad
re-married just a few months ago and his new wife won't let him send me
any money for living expenses while I go to school. So I've been sort
of couch-hopping for a while. Please, do you know anywhere I could
live for the rest of the school year?"
I considered this for a moment, then said, "Let's go ask the twins."
So we joined Jes and Liz in the kitchen, and over our morning coffee
Alicia repeated her story. The twins looked thoughtful, then Elizabeth
said she had an idea but needed to talk to Jessie about it. So they
headed down the hall, and I could hear them whispering. After a minute
they returned and looked seriously at Alicia. Jessie spoke, "We think
Mom should let you stay in the guest-room here, but you have to
understand the rules. Around here Mom is always boss and everyone does
whatever she says. After that it's Rachel, and everyone but Mom has to
do what she says. After that, it's us; and the only person who has to
do what we say is you. No back-talk, no negotiations, just instant
obedience. So if you agree to those rules, we'll ask Mom to let you
stay here with us. OK?"
Alicia didn't hesitate for a moment before agreeing. "Good!" declared
Jessie, "because Liz licked you to a pretty good orgasm this morning
and I think it's only right that you return the favor!" Eagerly
Elizabeth positioned herself on the kitchen table, facing the cute
little college co-ed. Then she laid back and raised her legs high in
the air, parting them in a great V.
Alicia glanced at me, and I told her, "Stand up with your legs apart,
and bend over to eat her!" So she did, and I scooted down to sit on
the floor between her legs. Finally I was going to taste her sweet
pussy! I wasted no time on preliminaries, but lifted the hem of her
little wrap and slipped my tongue as far as I could into her vagina. I
lapped and sucked at her like a madwoman, slurping from perineum to
clit and back again. I used the fingers of both hands to spread her
pussy lips as I fucked her with my tongue.
I couldn't see what Alicia was doing to Liz, but I could hear that
Jessie had appointed herself voyeur and coach. "Stick your tongue in
her ass-hole!" she commanded. "Now swirl it around... and shove it back
in there! ... Stick two fingers in her cunt while you suck on her ass! ...
Now twist your hand around so you can stroke her G-spot with your
fingers! ... Yeah! You got it! Now really reach your tongue deep in her
ass!"
Jessie's voluble instructions were making me so hot that I needed
something in my cunt, so I plunged two fingers in there and started to
masturbate. The fingers of my other hand rubbed Alicia's clit as my
mouth stayed locked onto the opening of her love tunnel. I was
determined not to miss a drop of her sweet love juices. I masturbated
her and myself with equal fury, as a powerful orgasm built in my aching
twat.
"Now suck her clit!" Jessie commanded. "Take it between your teeth
and lash it with your tongue!" Liz shrieked in her climax as Alicia
obeyed Jessie's orders. That pushed Alicia over the edge, and a
wonderful gush of pussy nectar flowed into my mouth, just as I was
cumming too.
After we all caught our breath I sent the twins off to get ready for
school. Alicia and I sat talking girl talk over another cup of coffee.
Suddenly there was a sharp, almost imperious rap on the front door. I
hastily pulled my little beach wrap together to cover the essentials,
and went to answer. There was little Jenny, the waif with the lawn
mower, and a tall woman dressed in a navy business suit. She had a
pinched-looking, bony face, with dark brown hair pulled severely back
into a bun at the back of her head, and big glasses with black rims.
The woman gripped the shoulder of Jenny's shirt roughly and
posessively.
It seemed that she was Jenny's mother, and last night she had inspected
her daughter's room and found that a pair of pale green panties was
missing. After close questioning, Jenny admitted to having mowed my
lawn and going for a swim. This woman demanded to know what I was
doing, letting her daughter do such a thing. She DEMANDED that I
return those very expensive satin panties.
I had to wonder what kind of mother would be inspecting her 15-year-old
daughter's underwear drawer. Checking for drugs I could understand,
but counting panties? A suspicion began to form in my mind. "Wait
right here." I told her. "I'll see if I can find them."
I left those two at the doorway and walked back to the kitchen. I
quickly whispered to Alicia, "Take that wrap off. Through that door
there is the laundry room. On top of the hamper is a pair of pale
green satin panties. Put them on. Then go through the dining room to
the parlour. Do NOT go via the front hall. Sit in the big chair and
start to masturbate, right through the fabric. Use your other hand to
play with your tits. The owner of the panties is here to get them, but
we're not going to make it easy. She's going to have to take them off
you. Now GO!" My new sex-slave was already naked by the time I
finished, and hurried off to do my bidding.
I returned to the front doorway and spoke to Jenny's mother. "Before I
let you take anything away with you, I have to make sure the panties
are Jenny's. Did they have her name on them?" The woman looked as
though she might explode. No, they didn't have a name tag, so I asked
her, "You said they were part of a set with a matching bra. Is Jenny
wearing that bra?"
"No, but she is wearing an identical set, except blue!" the woman
blurted, and my suspicions about her grew. Here was a woman who knew
exactly what kind of underwear her daughter was wearing. I could hear
Alicia enter the parlour, and the soft sight as she sat in the chair I
had specified. I was ready to spring my trap.
"Then she'll have to come in and take her pants down, so we can be sure
they match." She hesitated, and I told Jenny, "Come on in dear." So
Jenny followed me inside the house, then her mother came in. I stopped
at the archway leading into the parlour, and gestured for them to
enter. I wanted to watch the mother's face when she saw Alicia. I
wasn't disappointed.
Her eyes grew big as saucers, and she licked her lips as she regarded
Alicia. Alicia had a fold of those panties stuffed up inside her cunt,
as a couple of fingers reached deep. I said, "Now take your pants off,
Jenny, so we can see if your panties are the same."
"You know very well that those are my daughter's panties right there!"
the woman pointed at my pretty blonde.
"We'll see." I replied. "Jenny, your jeans!" Jenny looked at her
mother, who slowly nodded. So she pulled her shoes off then slowly
unzipped her jeans. Then she pulled them down and off, revealing those
15-year-old legs that held promise of becoming shapely as she grew
older. "Alicia," I ordered, "get down on your hands and knees, and
make sure your ass is pointing toward us!"
"Yes, Mistress!" she replied, and I was momentarily startled to be
addressed that way. The little triangle of pale green satin didn't do
a very good job of covering her ass as she assumed the position I had
required.
I told Jenny's mother, "Go ahead, feel the fabric on her ass. We have
to be sure it is the same as the panties Jenny is wearing." I could
see she wanted to do it. She was as hot as a July sidewalk, but not
sure she could admit it. I had known it ever since she licked her lips
at the sight of my slave playing with herself. "Do it!" I urged, and
slowly she reached out to caress the fabric on Alicia's ass. "Reach
between her legs and feel the front part!" I told her. This woman
knelt behind my slave, and bent over to reach between her thighs. Her
hand closed on the sopping wet crotch of the panties, where they had so
recently been shoved up Alicia's love tunnel. She tried to make it
look as though she was feeling the cloth, but I could tell she was
deliberately massaging Alicia's pussy.
Jenny just stood there, staring at her mother groping a strange
20-year-old girl. Quickly I stripped her shirt off her and unhooked
her bra, exposing those delightful little tits I had enjoyed sucking
the day before. I wanted to play with them some more, but even more I
wanted to make sure her mother's lust became so strong that she
wouldn't come to her senses and storm out of the house. So I took
Jenny's hand and guided her down until she was on her hands and knees
beside Alicia. "Now feel Jenny's panties, to make sure they are the
same!" I hissed in the mother's ear. She did it! She knelt there,
slightly bent over, with each of her hands massaging one of those two
pretty young crotches.
"Sniff those panties!" I urged, "Be sure they smell the same!" When
she did it I knew I could have my way with her. As she buried he nose
in her daughter's ass, I mentally celebrated. I could suggest
anything, and she would not object. She had surrendered herself to me
because I promised to fulfill her secret craving for lesbian sex, and I
wasn't about to disappoint her!
As she leaned forward it was a simple matter to lift her skirt up to
her waist, exposing her ass, which sported only the briefest of thong
underwear.
The woman had skinny thighs and hips, almost scrawny as if from severe
dieting, but there was wiry muscle underneath. Her ass was so hard and
tight, I bet to myself that her cunt had a grip like a vice.
"These girls have been very naughty!" I told her. "One of them lost
her panties and the other stole them. They need to be punished! Pull
down their panties and spank them!" There was no hesitation, and in
moments the woman had the panties pulled down and began to spank the
girls' naked asses with loud open-handed smacks. I began to slap her
ass too, spanking her in time to the treatment she was inflicting on
those tender young bottoms. Her ass turned pink, then bright red under
my enthusiastic administrations, and she started smacking her victims
harder. I watched the crotch of her thong become wet, as her lust
consumed her.
"Alicia!" I ordered, "You bad girl. Come and take this woman's panties
down and kiss her ass to thank her for your spanking!" My slave leaped
up to obey me. The woman did not resist as her thong was torn from her
long stringy legs, and Alicia's tongue found the brown pucker of her
anus. "Jenny, get your mother's shirt and jacket off, then get under
her and suck her tits!" I told the young girl, knowing I was completely
in command.
I went and sat on the white chair Alicia had just vacated, and opened
the front of my little wrap. Then I put my hands on each side of the
woman's head and guided her face into my crotch. Her skinny forearms
and bony hands slid up my inner thighs, and clutched at my pussy lips.
Her fingernails scratched at the opening of my vagina with a total lack
of skill or sensitivity, so I told her "No fingers! No teeth! Just
lips and tongue!"
With that, the longest tongue in the world shot out from between her
lips and penetrated my vagina. She could have licked her own eyebrows.
That tongue wriggled and swirled inside me with a frantic energy that
more than made up for a total lack of skill. I leaned back and let
myself and let myself just enjoy that long writhing tongue as it
searched blindly around inside my cunt. Occasionally it brushed over
my g-spot and I wished she would concentrate right there, but she was
beyond control. I was going crazy with frustration as this woman
proved totally unable to bring me to the climax I desperately wanted.
Alicia moved to start slurping at the woman's clit, and Jenny's mother
came almost instantly, and ceased to lick my pussy. Instead, she burst
into tears and wrapped her arms around my hips. This would never do.
I lifted to woman's chin and began to question her. Her name turned
out to be Hanna, and she lived alone with Jenny. She had not had any
sex since Jenny was born over 15 years ago. Alicia's probing tongue
had just now given her her first orgasm, ever. She was crying, it
appeared, out of release of all those years of sexual tension, and
because she didn't know what else to do. So I felt obliged to teach
her.
I had Jenny sit on the sofa with her legs high in the air, and Hanna
sat on the floor in front of her. Then Jenny lowered her legs to lie
over her mother's shoulders. Alicia and I showed Hanna how to reach up
and gently pinch Jenny's nipples, rolling them between thumb and
forefinger. We taught her to lubricate her finger with Jenny's pussy
juices, and slip it gently into her daughter's rectum, finger-fucking
her ass. We spread Jenny's labia, holding them open like the gates of
heaven, and Hanna was only too eager to enter there. Jenny writhed and
moaned in pleasure as her mother ate her out under our direction. It
was a tragedy that Hanna's incredibly long tongue had hot been put to
its proper use for all her life, but I was determined to make up for
lost time. Soon, Jenny was thrashing around on the couch, in the
throes of her orgasm.
After Jenny calmed down I explained to them about lingerie parties, and
suggested that Jenny might like to be the hostess of one, under Hanna's
strict supervision, of course. They enthusiastically agreed. Finally,
I sent mother and daughter home, with strict instructions to practice
giving each other pleasure as much as possible.
As soon as they were out the door, Alicia and I collapsed in horny
giggles. We had taken a nasty middle-aged woman with tons of repressed
sexual urges, and liberated her. We had stripped away her inhibitions
along with her panties, and everyone felt a lot better for it.
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