Watching Mommy Ch 03

INCEST: Lindsey gets to play with mom

LINDSEY'S STORY

I waited on pins and needles all week waiting for Coach Billings's next turn to host mom's church ladies group sex club meeting. In the meantime I started dressing more sexily than before while around the house to see if it got any reaction from mom.

One thing, other than the joy of sex, from having all that hot lesbian sex, and being the center of attention from coach Billings and Mrs. Donaldson, was my self confidence. This new confidence was not only in

my

sexuality, but in mom's as well. No longer could I look at her like the prim, church-going mother I had thought of her growing up under her care.

No, now I knew that behind that stern puritanical veneer was an incredible sexual being, and an incredibly sexy nearly insatiable woman—who just happed to

love

pussy—and even masturbated to the thought of having sex with

me,

her very own daughter.

Isn't that hot?

Yet, around the house she still played the role of the proper, morally righteous, non-sexual, straight-as-an-arrow, mom.

I, of course, wanted to pull her out of that cocoon. However, I had promised Ms. Billings and Mrs. Donaldson that I wouldn't try to seduce my mom prior to the party, because they wanted to keep my sexuality and interest in my mom a secret—so we all could surprise her at Ms. Billings' sex party this coming Sunday. Nonetheless, I couldn't help but tease her a bit, hoping to make her fantasize more about having sex with me.

So, I even accidentally on purpose flashed her a couple of times. She looked, but didn't say anything—nor did she scold me. I was hoping that this would cause her to fantasize all the more about me 'cause that'd make my sex with her all the hotter for her, when it finally happened.

Mom always left for work before I left for school, so I usually met her at the front door to give her a hug and a chaste kiss on the side of the face. She would usually respond with her own chaste on the side of my face.

By Friday, I had enough confidence to hold our ritualistic morning embrace longer than usual.

"Mommy," I said, "I really

love

you."

"Why dear," she said with a puzzled look on her face, "that's so very sweet of you . . . but you haven't called me

mommy

in years?"

"I guess it's because, now, I realize how much I really do love you. You know, during my teenie bopper years I was going through a lot of changes and conflicting emotions and stuff."

"Yes, I suppose all girls do."

"So, it's only now that I'm eighteen—and legally an adult (hint, hint)—that I can appreciate all you've done for me raising me by yourself, like you did."

"That's so sweet of you dear," she said as tears started to run down her cheeks.

I kissed her tears away, saying "I really, really do

love

you mommy." With that I let my hands which were wrapped around her torso, slip down to her ass and instead of another kiss to the side of her face, I kissed her directly on her lips—and held the kiss.

I could feel her body respond as heat from her groin area warmed mine making me start to get wet. At the same time mom was trembling slightly from the combination of desire and guilt she was experiencing. So I pulled away from the kiss and the ass-holding embrace lest we both go too far.

When she pivoted to the front door I gave her a teasing pat on her rear saying, "bye mommy, have a wonderful day."

Mom giggled as she stepped out the door, "you too, sweetie,"

THE BIG NIGHT

Before mom started getting dressed for the big party at Coach Billings' home, I told her I was going to ride my bike over to a friend's house to do school work together. This allowed me time to get to Ms. Billings' home long before the other ladies arrived so I could hide my bike in the back yard just to be sure that mom wouldn't recognize it when she arrived. We didn't want to spoil the surprise for her.

I had told Coach Billings last week how I loved riding my bike without panties while wearing a skirt, or mimi-T because it was so sexy and felt so good on my cunt. She's skilled at fixing things so she attached a little knob to the front of my bike seat, and OMG how good that felt as I pumped my legs with the pedals. Dressed today only in my sneakers and a T-mini I was already dripping wet by the time I arrived—thinking about finally getting to have sex with my real mommy while rubbing my self on that little knob Ms. Billings had fixed for me on my bicycle seat.

Anyway, after hiding my bike in the backyard and walking back out to the front, Ms. Billings met me at the front door dressed in heels, hose, miniskirt, and blouse with no bra since "dress-up" was the theme for tonight's party. She embraced me, giving me a little kiss. But those tits of hers, unleashed without a bra, just destroyed that diaphenous blouse as they raked across my own excited nips.

She then led me into her bedroom where she did my hair up in pigtails. While doing my hair she told me some things about the women I was just about to have lesbian sex with.

"Lindsey," Ms. Billings said, "you should know beforehand that all of these women have huge school girl fantasies and mommy-daughter fantasies."

"Gosh. Even my mom?"

"Especially your mom. She's admitted to our group that she's even masturbated to the fantasy of eating out your hot little cunt."

"Oh, wow!" That sent electric shocks all through me and thrilled my already horny pussy. "But, the way she brought me up, always so strict and morally severe?"

"She just wanted to protect you from boys and pregnancy—and herself. She was terrified of breaking that Taboo with her only child."

"Well today," I said, "I'll just have to teach her to fear no more, and to

enjoy

the breaking of this one taboo. After all, I am eighteen and a

very

consenting adult."

"Anyway," Ms. Billings continued, "knowing that all our women have these little girl and mommy-daughter fantasies, that's why this evening's theme is 'dress-up,' for all the MILFs, and why I want you to play the roll of the little school girl."

"Cool. That's sounds like so much fun."

After Ms. Billings finished putting my blonde hair up in pigtails, she showed me the outfit she wanted me to wear: A tiny plaid school girl's miniskirt, a short white T-shirt that came down only to belly button level, and white panties. These were to go with the sneakers and white bobby socks that came to mid-calve that I was already wearing. So all I had to do was to take off my T-mini, replace it with the shorter T-shirt, and put on the panties and school-girl's shirt.

By the time my soccer coach Ms. Billings had done my pigtails and shown me what to wear the doorbell rang, so she had to go greet the other women as they arrived.

I was to continue hiding in the bedroom until Ms. Billings gave me the signal to come on out and do my thing.

While I was hiding in Coach Billings' bedroom, all the ladies gathered in Ms. Billings' living room. Ms. Billings' living room had a pair of couches which she had arranged side-by-side to fit her (and my) plans for tonight's scenario. From where I was in coach Billings' bedroom I could hear everything going on in the other room.

With all the women of the church ladies sex club gathered and sitting side-by-side on the couches, Ms. Billings called the meeting to order:

"We have a new member to initiate this evening. Most of you know who she is because she goes to our church—which is why I will soon ask all of you to put the blindfolds on that I have provided you. For her initiation she will have to eat each one of us—while we're still wearing our panties, no matter how soaked they are."

The other women all laughed

One woman blurted out, "Mine are already soaked, just thinking about this."

The other women laughed again.

"As I was saying," Coach Billings continued, "Her initiation is to eat each one of us to orgasm while we're wearing panties, one after the other—and without any of you knowing who she is as you all will be sitting on these couches along the wall, wearing these blindfolds.

"Only when I have given the signal can you take your blindfolds off.

"But, I can promise you all, that she's a real hottie. Young, good looking, sweet, and so very eager for hot sex with older women."

"Ummmm," all the other women murmured their approval.

Ms. Billings went on, "I can promise you all that is true, because I have tasted of her sweetness, and her sexiness. She's really horny to do this—and she just

loves

pussy—especially when role playing

mommy-daughter

sex fun.

"Uuummmmmmmmmmmm!" The other women murmured their approval even louder.

"How fuckin' hot!" One of the women exclaimed loudly.

And that woman was my very own prim, church-going, morally stict, naughty pussy-easting, daughter-fantasizing mommy. 'Cause I could recognize her voice from among all the others. And hearing her talk nasty like that about mommy-daughter sex just totally fried my brain and set my pussy to a gurgling. My own mommy wants it as bad as I do!

How fuckin' hot is that?

In the other room, Ms. Billings went on, "and, one of her biggest fantasies is to crawl up the skirts of older women, like us MILFs . . ."

All the other women laughed again at that.

". . . while pretending she's having kinky lesbian incest sex with her own mommy."

"Ummmmm, yessss," the women responded.

"And, she has a panty fetish, which is why we'll all be wearing our panties at the beginning so she can

live

that fantasy."

"Fucnin' hot," another woman said.

Then, one woman yelled out, "you've got me so fuckin' horny with your build-up about mommy-daughter sex and eating pussy stuff. Let's get this swinging sex party started before my cunt explodes!"

Yes, that was my very own mom again, talking so dirty and using nasty words like "cunt," and "eating pussy." All of which only made me all the hornier. I was going to show her the hottest, kinkiest sex fun she'd ever had—or had ever even though about.

Ms. Billings continued, responding to my mom's latest outburst. "You're right, we're all getting kind of hot and bothered here, so now, if you'll all put your blindfolds on we'll get this party rolling. However, since I already know who it is, I'll remain without blindfold—so I can watch you all to make sure that know one cheats. Okay? I wanna keep this girl's identity a surprise until the very end."

The ladies all laughed.

With all the other ladies blindfolded, Ms. Billings gave me the signal come on out and do my thing.

When I entered the room, I saw that mom was sitting at the far end of one of the couches, and Ms. Billings was sitting at the opposite end of the other couch. That would make it easy for me to save mommy for the last. The wait, while the other women were moaning their pleasure, and the sex-drenched liquid sound of pussies being pleasured would drive her so sex crazy that she'd be more than ready for breaking that one taboo that she'd been repressing for years. Or at least, that's what I hoped.

So, there I was, in the same room, in front of all these beautiful, sexy women—and my naughty mommy among them. I was so excited (and not to mention horny as fuck) and tingly all over from the thought of eating my own mom out and making her moan with pleasure while all these other horny women listened and watched.

On my hands and knees I crawled towards them, all those gorgeous gams staring me right in the face screaming come kiss me, come fondle me, come lick me. I was already salvitating for all the juicy delights between those mostly exposed thighs just waiting for me to taste.

With all the women dressed in heels and hose, I wondered how it was going to feel having those silky-smooth nylons rubbing and squeezing against my face while I tasted their nectars.

But the best was to be saved for the last. So I started with Ms. Billings. As I kissed and licked my way up her well-toned legs she purred her pleasure, encouraging me. By the time I got to her pussy, it was sopping wet. As I licked and sucked on the center of her pleasure-making panty-covered mound, muffled liquid sucking and cunt-gurgling sounds reached the other women.

"That sounds so fuckin' hot it's making me wetter and hotter than a Florida swamp, and I haven't even been touched yet," my mom burst out.

"Me too," another woman chimed in.

"No fair masturbating," Mrs. Donaldson said. "Everyone's gotta wait for their turn to be eaten out. That's part of the agreement we all made."

Anxious to taste the other women, not to mention mom, I left Ms. Billings hanging (like she did me our first time) and moved on to Mrs. Donaldson, the next in line. Mrs. Donaldson, like Ms. Billings, had taken her blindfold off after all the others had put theirs on, since I'd already had sex with her and she was in on the shocking surprise we had planned for mom.

Since Mrs. Donaldson was not wearing her blindfold I knew that she had watched as I stuck my head up my soccer coach's skirt, and watched my head bob up and down as I ate her out. I therefore knew also that she'd be all hot and horny from it knowing that I would soon be up her skirt.

And so here it was, time for the payoff for Mrs. Donaldson. And, as I began to kiss and lick my way up Mrs. Donaldson's long legs, and up her skirt, she sighed a sigh of pleasure.

When I reached Mrs. Donaldson's pussy mound, she let out a loud moan saying "fuck yeah!"

Slipping off her heels she played with my ass with her sexy stocking clad feet while I sexed up her pussy.

Coach Billings, sitting next to us, did the same. Four sexy feet playing with my butt, and even slipping under my tummy to slip up my tiny skirt and tease my cunt.

This made me so fuckin' hot I really wanted to linger here, but afraid I'd

cum

too soon—and wanting to leave her high and dry like I'd done Ms. Billings and like they'd both done me on the massage table, not letting me have an orgasm until like forever.

So, I moved on to Mrs. Greenfield, who was sitting next to Mrs. Donaldson. Mrs. Greenfield was in her thirties and had a couple of too-young-to-play children she always brought to church. Mrs. Greenfield was a redhead, so this would be my first taste of ginger, but that would come later. She was tall, leggy, and sported a nice rack.

By the time I reached her already soaked panties she was panting and moaning. When I planted my face on her mound and started sucking the bejesus out of it, she really went wild.

"Nggggggggod fuckkkkkk." She too let her heels drop and began slapping her stockinged feet on my ass, stamping out a spastic rhythm.

And, then she was thrashing and bucking on the sofa, almost destroying my face as I tried to ride her out while holding on to her thrusting ass as if my life depended upon it.

Mrs. Brown was next in line. She was in her forties, but looked thirties. She was a brunette, about the same height, and tit size as mom, and proportioned in other areas pretty much like mom. She had a couple of teenaged sons at home, and I couldn't help but wonder if she played with them while waiting for these wild Sunday nights of girl-girl fun.

I gave her the same treatment I did with Mrs. Greenfield, with the same results. As she quickly thrashed her orgasm into her panties, and my face.

I turned to Mrs. Hatcher next. Mrs. Hatcher was a petite blonde woman, late twenties. When she moaned, and squeaked her way to orgasm my poor horny mommy could hardly contain herself.

"Fuck!" Mom blurted out. "Hearing all these sounds of pussies being sucked on, feet slapping on that girl's butt, and all you nasty women thrashing and moaning your orgasms . . . when do I get mine? I'm so fucking horny."

"You gotta wait your turn, Pearl," Ms. Billings said. Pearl was my mom's name.

"The hornier you get," Ms. Billings continued, "and the longer you have to wait, the more you'll enjoy it when the relief finally comes."

Last before my own mommy, was Mrs. Franklin, redhead, another petite woman in her twenties, even more petite than Mrs. Thatcher and with tiny titties.

I bet they used her as the daughter in mother-daughter role plays before I came along.

Knowing that, and knowing that my mom was sitting right next to her and could hear every lick, every kiss, and every suck that I gave this woman provided an extra thrill for me. As Mrs. Franklin bucked and thrashed and squeaked her orgasm, my mom sitting right next to her was also bucking and thrashing and moaning she was so horny from hearing everyone else get theirs while she had to wait.

Finally, I got to take care of my very own mommy. What I've fantasized about for so long, and so intensely during my masturbation sessions . . . was finally going to happen.

First I took off her heels to caress her feet, and rub them against my aching, hard-on nipples poking out my T-shirt. This caused mom to just start whimpering she was so horny, and so-o-o turned on by it.

Then I caressed and kissed my way up her legs, lifting her feet over my shoulders so I could rub my face against her nylon encased legs, making her purr. When I reached the tender, white flesh just above her stockings. I lingered, kissing, and licking, while snapping her garter straps. This made her whimper with need again.

"Ngggggod, fuck, do me, you hot little cunt! Do me!" Mom moaned.

With my head now totally under mom's skirt Ms. Billings and Mrs. Donaldson went around to take the blindfolds off of each of the faces of all the women, including mom so they could watch my head bobbing up and down as I pleasured mommy's pussy. I knew this was going on in the world outside mommy's skirt because we had planned this before hand.

So, there I was, my head under mommy's skirt, and knowing that all the other women were now watching, I thought I'd take mom even higher than she was before I brought her off. I blew my hot little girl's breath on to her totally soaked panty-covered cunt.

This caused mom to buck and thrash, giving me opportunity to slip my hands up under her ass so I could hold on tight when I munched on her panties. Which I did right now.

"Yesssss!" mom hissed.

As I sucked on her cunt through her drenched panties I rubbed my nose against her hard-on clit tenting her panties. And, boy did she ever cum. She was already so worked up it only took a minute and she was thrashing and bucking trying to fuck her cunt into my loving face as hard as she could. Which I absolutely loved.

"Yoweeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She screeched and screamed her delayed-too-long of an orgasm.

Mom shivered and shook the last throes of her orgasm while I tried to suck the last drop of her cum through her panties. As soon as I felt that mom had come down from her big "O", I crawled out from under her skirt.

"Hi Mommy," I said, with a big cunt-eating smile on my face.

"Oh! Lindsey! My God!" Mom was totally embarrassed. Her face turned bright red with the knowledge that she'd just been sexed by her own daughter, right in front of everyone, and that her daughter had heard all her nasty talk. Tears formed in her eyes, she shivered all over, not from the effects of her orgasm, but the realization that she had inadvertently broken one of society's strongest taboos.

"Oh, mommy, mommy, mommy, it's okay," I said as I crawled up onto her lap and kissed her chastely on the side of the face, and wiped her tears away.

"Yeah, Pearl," one of the other women said, "You've been telling us all along how much you've fantasized about doing it with your own daughter. So, what's your problem?"

I talked lovingly to her. Kissed her on her cheeks, fondled her tits lovingly. "Mommy, you have to know that I too have been fantasizing having sex with you. And, even just now I finally got to do it. You have no idea how hot and horny—and happy--it made me to be able to pleasure you and to hear your moans and exclamations of exquisite pleasure."