The Nudists 5 by Olivia Palmer
(Ffg, inc, oral, anal, lac, hirs)
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"So..." I fumbled to say it. "Can I really...?"
"So yes, baby," Mommy purred, "you can get nakey with Annabeth today. Just keep it quiet!"
I did a silent little tippy-toe dance of joy, leaned back onto the bed and kissed Mommy hard on the cheek, and traipsed away toward the door.
"I'll be out to get your cereal in a little bit," she softly called after me. "You two just go play and I'll call you when it's ready...."
I waved back over my shoulder and nodded, quietly closing the door behind me. Before entering the kitchen I'd already whipped off my Bad Company t-shirt. I did a nudie-dance sort of shimmy across the linoleum as I came into Annabeth's line of sight. Her eyes widened to see me naked and smiling, shaking my little bumps at her.
"Guess what?!" I winked. "We can be nudists here, too! Come on! Mommy's going to get our cereal for us in a minute...."
Annabeth climbed heavily down off of the bar stool, and by the time her feet hit the floor I'd lost my patience. I grabbed at the hem of her silly thin t-shirt, pulling it up, up, up! Huffing in surprise, my friend quickly raised her round, damp arms and let me yank and tug and finally haul the sweat-stuck fabric off over her head.
Then I pressed my naked boobies against her. She was slippery with sweat all over! I dropped our shirts on the floor. I slid my nipples back and forth across hers, and I stared down and watched as we each grew harder and harder and harder, until it felt like little rocks were scraping me.
Annabeth's strong hands gripped my waist and drew my pelvis up against her own. My narrower, bonier hips fit perfectly inside the frame of her softer, rounder, wider hips, but just a little higher up, more against her pudgy belly. I wrapped my long, slender arms around her shoulders and looked away from the joining of our lower parts, up to see her looking at me. Up close.
She smiled. It was this tiny, soft, sudden little thing. I gasped and my heart seemed to leap up into my throat. Annabeth seemed almost as surprised, because she blushed and ducked her chin. She studied my boobies intently and made a point of not looking back to catch my bright-as-the-sun smile in return.
But I didn't care. Annabeth had given me such a sweet and pretty gift! Her cheeks dimpled so deeply, even with only that small smile, she looked just like a cute round-faced doll.
A doll for me to play with!
I ducked my face down to hers. I nuzzled her nose with mine.
She raised her face. I closed my eyes.
We kissed.
Our mouths were already open. Our tongues slid right inside, right away.
We kissed for a long, long time. It was the longest kiss we'd ever had so far.
I melted against Annabeth's damp, warm, soft skin. She was so solid and so strong! So squeezable! I could smell her sweaty, salty heat, and it made my head feel light and my pussy so wet.
Her fingers drifted over my hips and roamed farther back, over the top of my butt cheeks, then down, until she was cupping my bottom in both hands. She spread my cheeks a little, then let go. Then spread them again. And let go again. Over and over as we kissed, she held my bottom open and then let it close. Air rushed over my butthole... then damp, close heat covered it up. Then my butthole was exposed again... then it was hidden.
It felt so naughty, and I loved it!
I growled a little into Annabeth's mouth and pressed my hips into her even more. I wound my hands up into her wet, curly hair and held her head firmly as we kissed even harder.
And our kiss – that wonderful, long, deep, urgent, soulfull kiss – went on and on and on....
Then Mommy cleared her throat, right behind me, and Annabeth jumped away like we'd both been shocked.
We'd never made it to my room!
Mommy had seen me kissing a girl!
But my mommy was naked, grinning, and suddenly I felt better. I glanced at Annabeth and saw her eyes all hooded and her mouth hanging open, panting for breath as she stared. She raised a hand and dropped it casually.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Annabeth."
My mommy nodded and her grin softened into more of a friendly smile. "Hi, Annabeth," she replied. "I'm Sherry. It's nice to meet you."
Mystified, breathless, and shaking a little, I just stood there. My lips felt almost bruised, and I could still feel the cool wet of my skin in the air conditioning from where Annabeth and I had so abruptly peeled ourselves apart. I wasn't really able to do much of anything but climb up onto the bar stool in front of me and wait for Annabeth to do the same. Her huffing and puffing to re-mount the stool was adorable. My mommy must have thought so, too.
"It's like a sport, isn't it?" she chirped. "Climbing up onto those silly things."
Annabeth finally reached the summit and settled in, exhaling triumphantly. She folded her arms across one another on the bar and laid her forehead down upon them, her face lost beneath her tumbling damp curls.
"Yeah," we heard her say in a muffled, matter-of-fact sort of way, "Stools are sort of evil."
My mommy made a cute kind of "awwwww" sound and clucked her tongue in mock-pity, which brought Annabeth up out of her impromptu hidey-hole with a sort of half-scowl, half-grin on her face.
Clearly, Mommy and Annabeth were going to get along just fine! My chest began to pound like I was kissing again. There was something going on. Something I couldn't quite figure out, but my mommy knew. She had eyes like I'd never seen before, a look I'd never noticed. She was watching Annabeth pulling a face at her, and she was enjoying every silly moment of it.
My little brother appeared around the corner then, bumping and rolling and half-hopping his way into the kitchen in his noisy walker. He softly crashed into the back of my mommy's legs just as she was turning to get the bowls and spoons. Mommy made a playful "Ooops!" sound and bent for a moment to kiss all over his smiling, crusty face. Her round, high, gorgeous ass split apart, and I could make out plainly the deep crinkly dent of her butthole in the fluorescent light of the kitchen. It was framed with dark blonde hair that curled all up her crack. I glanced over at my friend, but Annabeth didn't take her eyes off my mommy's beautiful body, not once.
When Mommy turned back around and began pouring Cheerios into the bowls, my new best friend, in her typical, blunt way, pointed casually at my mommy's belly, pussy, and legs, moving her short finger like she was drawing a little circle around it all.
"Sherry, I like your hair," she said. Then she raised her arm and pulled proudly on her brown furry pits. "I've got hairs all over, too. It's nice."
My mommy chuckled and shrugged, then nodded as Annabeth continued to play with her pit hair as if waiting for a definitive confirmation. Annabeth finally stopped doing it and turned her attention instead to the clear plastic jug of milk my mother was pouring slowly into one of the bowls.
"What kind of milk is that?" she asked, but I could tell she already knew. Annabeth was not stupid. Mommy's fat nipples had those little white bubbles on them again, after all.
"It's mine," my mommy said simply, picking up the bowl of cereal and passing it across to me, then handing me a spoon. My pulse roared in my ears as my pussy suddenly seemed to flood with fresh swollen pressure and a large amount of leaky juice. I held the spoon over the milk-soaked little rings of golden oats, and I wondered if I could really eat it in front of my friend.
But then my stomach rumbled and I dug in, raised the milk-dripping spoon to my mouth, and took a bite.
Mmmm! Delicious!
Annabeth and Mommy both watched me relish my first few mouthfuls. It was so sweet with the cereal, almost fruity in a weird way! Then my mommy looked shyly over at my friend and offered quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper, "I've got plenty to spare, if you want some...."
"Yes! Please!" Annabeth croaked, squirming her round soft butt against the barstool and nodding eagerly. She wore the most surprised, amazed, excited kind of expression on her usually serious face. I'd never seen her so happy-looking, so girlie and silly-faced with enthusiasm. A lump sort of rose in my throat as I tried to swallow my latest mouthful of ceareal-and-mommy-milk.
When Annabeth smiled, she was so beautiful.
Soon Mommy's plastic jug of milk was empty and Annabeth was tearing into her own bowl of cereal. For a while there was only silence, punctuated from time to time by the soft crunches of our chewing, the clink of our spoons in the bowls. Mommy had picked my little brother up out of his walker and was nursing him as she leaned against the counter next to the fridge, her eyes hooded, watching us. Her free nipple was drooling a thick white stream of her milk down onto my little brother's soft, still body. Neither seemed to notice.
Annabeth finished a full minute before me, tipping the bowl up at the end and slurping every last drop of my mommy's juice down into her happy mouth. With a smack of her lips and another sweet, breath-taking smile, she plonked her bowl back down on the kitchen bar and said, "Thanks! That was great!"
Then she burped.
My mommy chuckled silently and nodded at her. "Glad you liked it," she told my friend. "I hope you don't think that's too weird."
Annabeth had leaned back and was rubbing a hand absently over her round pink tummy, while the other hand was tousling her short brown curls, pulling them away from where they were sticking to her still-damp neck and cheeks. She shook her head back and forth, finishing with the fluff, and suppressed another burp.
"No way, ma'am," she declared, picking the spoon back up from the bowl and giving it one last lick. "My momma nursed stupid Johnny until he was nine and started poking his boner at her too much. So we all got to have her leftovers whenever he'd had his fill."
She pointed the spoon at the empty plastic container Mommy had set in the sink. "She used a pump bottle thing just like that."
Mommy blinked, but then she asked my friend, "Did your mother not nurse you for that long, too?"
Annabeth flipped the spoon back into the bowl with a loud, high plink and leaned back. "Nah," she grumbled a little, shaking her head, "I was too cranky and didn't settle down good enough with just her boobs. She was already mixing it with rice cereal and stuff when I was still his age." She jabbed her chin in my little brother's direction, eying his mouth around my mommy's fat nipple with undisguised envy.
Then she looked away and shrugged. "Apparently I was on all the solid food stuff really early. But it was nice to get that extra milk when Johnny came along." She pushed the bowl a little farther away and jabbed her chin at it, too. "Got a lot of cereal that same way, back then."
Mommy chuckled again and shook her head to herself gently. I wondered what she was thinking. Making best friends with a girl who spoke her mind seemed to really be having as much of an effect on my mommy as it did on me. Mommy's chest was flushed, all the way up her neck, and she seemed to have to intention of leaving our little naked conversation any time soon.
"'Course," Annabeth went on, suddenly staring hard at my mommy's free, fat, drooling boob, "Me and Juliet also took turns on her. You know. Just like Johnny."
She nodded to herself and glanced over at me, moving her mouth like she was remembering exactly what it felt like, tasted like. "That was really nice," she murmured.
Mommy put my baby brother up on her shoulder then, patting his back gently to knock free his sleepy little burps. Her eyes danced from Annabeth to me and back again. Her mouth went a little crooked, up at one end. Then, just barely enough to notice, the tip of her tongue slid out and licked her dry, full lips. A moment later she stood up straight and stepped away from the counter's edge.
"He's back asleep now," she whispered. "I'll be right back. Don't move."
We watched her glide smoothly away with my satisfied, slumbering little brother, her round, perfect ass tick-tocking around the corner of the kitchen and out of sight. I took that opportunity to finish my slightly-soggy cereal and gulp down the remainder of the bowl's sweet remains as well. Annabeth watched me closely the whole time, breathing just a little heavily. Like she did when she touched herself. Like she did when she let me touch her feet.
Then Mommy was back. She cut straight past us through the kitchen, her heavy round breasts swaying slowly, dripping milk as she went. She padded into the great room and spent a moment looking all around, her back to us, one hand on her bare hip, one hand mussing her already-mussed blonde hair all around. We watched her from our bar stools, Annabeth's breathing as heavy as ever.
For my part, I was hardly breathing at all.
Then my mommy climbed onto the sectional couch and turned over, leaning back against the low cushions. She crossed her ankles and wiggled her long, pretty toes. She was facing away from us so we could only barely hear her as she called out. She had to say it two more times before we figured it out.
"Girls!" she hissed. "Come over here!"
Annabeth grunted and climbed heavily but rapidly off her stool. I sprang down after her and followed close behind, almost bumping against her chubby backside. We rounded the end of the couch and turned to face my mommy, who was holding her hands beneath her huge, hard, round breasts, offering them up to us.
"Well," she whispered with a small, trembling smile, not looking either of us in the eyes. She was focused, instead, on our bodies. Our little titties. Our pussies. Our trembling, damp inner thighs.
"I still have a lot left," she muttered, "if you'd like to do it this way...."
In an instant Annabeth was crawling up onto the couch, across the ottoman that lay beneath Mommy's legs, and curling up against her naked side. My mommy raised her arm and let my friend nuzzle her face in close to her fullest, leakiest breast. For a moment Annabeth did nothing but stare and sniff at the nipple, but then her mouth was on it, taking it deep against her palate.
Her eyes closed. She moaned softly in her throat. One arm was pinned beneath herself, but her free arm was draped across my mommy's trembling tummy, her hand slowly stroking up and down the trail of light blonde hair that ran from her belly button to the thicker forest at the top of her mound.
Mommy dropped her head back onto the cushion and closed her eyes. She moaned, too. Her arm draped around Annabeth's naked shoulder. She laid her hand on my friend's pudgy tummy, rubbing her in the same rhythm that she was being rubbed. Mommy's mouth hung slightly open. The pulse in her throat was easy to see, throbbing strongly, rapidly, hotly.
I stood at the end of the ottoman, my seeping, clenching little pussy just an inch away from Mommy's bare toes. I stared. I tried to breathe. I watched the two of them for what felt like forever, even though it was really just a few seconds, my chest gone all tight and loose somehow at the same time.
My mommy finally raised her head a little, her bleary eyes finding mine. She lifted her free hand away from her available breast, beckoning me to come closer. I found myself moving automatically, dizzily, onto the ottoman, crawling past her knees, and settling my naked body against hers. The skin of her leg and hip were cool where my lower body pressed against her. I reflexively threw my top leg across hers, my knee bent up against her furry pussy, my own pussy peeled open and sliding sweetly up hard against her long muscular thigh.
My face brushed against Mommy's boob. It was so hot!
I closed my eyes and moved my lips over her bulging, tight skin, feeling with my mouth for her nipple. I could smell it long before I tasted it, the sweet-sour musk of her old milk, dried on her skin, mixed with the new milk steadily bubbling forth, mixed with, on top of all that, my little brother's old saliva – and maybe my little sisters', too. It was a heady mix of scents, and I couldn't help but sniff all around her nipple for a while, inhaling long and deep through my nose, mewling a little deep in my throat.
Mommy cooed and patted the top of my head for a while, but then her hand was more insistent, pushing my mouth onto her nipple. As I relented and finally wrapped my trembling lips around it, I realized my free hand had begun squeezing her swollen boob, making the milk already start to squirt into my mouth as soon as I was fully latched.
Her nipple was so fat and long, so rubbery and so sweet! Sucked in gently and set deep and high in my mouth, my tongue extended beneath it, her nipple released its warm flow in steady spurts that ran straight up across my palate and into my throat. For the longest time I just let it flow, squeezing my small hand around her enormous breast, suckling, swallowing.
I could hear Annabeth doing the same, her mouth sounding louder somehow, like she was dealing with more milk than me, or maybe she was just more enthusiastic. It almost made me chuckle. Of course Annabeth would be a sloppy eater! Her breathing came through her nose in ragged wheezes, and I could feel her fingers still playing in my mommy's happy trail, tickling at the top of my knee where it rested against her bushy mound.
Then I felt something different. Something new. Mommy's hand on me. On my bottom.
She rubbed my little round butt with her long, cool fingers, over and over. After a while it was like a build-up of electricity or something, and my body started to shudder all over to her touch. I humped my dripping, open pussy against her leg and began to angle myself so my sensitive little button could feel a maximum of contact. I began to feel like I was melting down there. My crotch was soaked. I could have peed myself I was so wet!
Then, on the other side, with a sudden loud "smack!" I heard Annabeth pull off Mommy's nipple.
"I like that," she rasped quietly, her throat sounding all bubbly and still thick with milk, "your hand rubbing my bottom."
So my mommy was doing the same thing to both of us. I felt a tiny hot stab of jealousy lance through me, but almost just as quickly I felt a much stronger thrill of excitement, naughtiness, and wonder. My Mommy was lying naked with me and my friend, rubbing our butts, nursing us just like little babies!
"My momma used to do that," Annabeth went on, her throaty, husky voice taking on a new tone, something more like what I'd heard in the bath tub, in her grunts and huffs as we'd touched ourselves, as I'd licked her feet, as we'd come together.
"Can you put your finger in my butt, too?" she asked. "I liked it when Momma did that, best of all."
Then Annabeth was back on Mommy's nipple, back to suckling and grunting softly. I felt my mommy shift a little, and then I heard a wet sort of sound from her own mouth up above my head. Then, another tiny shift, and then... and then....
Annabeth moaned. And moaned. And moaned.
Her soft round knee was suddenly banging into mine as she threw her own leg up over my mommy's thigh. Her hand was frozen on my mommy's tummy. Her body was trembling all over, and all three of us began to rock to a very slow, very subtle rhythm. Soon, it was joined by the soft squelching sounds of something I thought I knew.
For the next several minutes we just nursed and pulsed to that rhythm, and I listened to Annabeth's steady moans and the quiet sounds of her wet tight bottom being fingered by my silent, wonderful mother.
And then Mommy stopped rubbing my bottom. Her hand – and her whole arm – lifted off of me for a moment. I felt cold and weird, and I stopped my suckling to glance up at her face.
She had a finger in her mouth. All the way in her mouth. She was sucking it, getting it wet.
I threw myself back on her breast with a new burst of energy and eagerness. Her flow was a little weak, maybe, but I could still drink from her. If I kept squeezing her boob the right way, I could get even more out of the little spurts from each suck. So warm, so sweet, so perfect!
And then, like the best gift I'd ever been given, I felt Mommy's wet finger slide into the crack of my round little butt. I felt her fingertip wiggle against my moist, tender butthole. I felt her enter me. My tightness gave way. My anus opened up. Her long finger slid up inside my hole, hooking up into me in the nicest, naughtiest sort of way.
And then I felt her fuck me.
Her finger pressed in, again and again, slick with spit, all the way to the last knuckle. Her other fingers cupped one butt cheek, and she crooked her wrist a little and made sure she was buried as deep as she could get.
And she did me. She fucked me. She pulled her hand off my butt, pulled her finger almost all the way back out of my hole, and then she slid it all the way back in.
Slowly, steadily, deeply. My mommy finger-fucked my ass.
And oh. OH. I caught fire!
Grinding, humping, hunching, banging my soaked little strawberry-furred cunt against her thigh, pushing my ass back against her long slippery finger, I came.
And came!
And came!!
On the other side of my mommy, her sweaty knee still knocking against mine, I heard Annabeth grunt and shudder through her own intense moments of joy.
Then, with a last moan of pleasure from both of us, my mommy pulled her finger out of our asses at the same time. She went back to rubbing our bottoms, sighing, snuggling us close.
At nearly the same time, we both pulled off her nipple and each of us settled our faces against the side of her breast. After a while I stretched a little against her and turned my face to nuzzle into her armpit, burying my nose in her dark blonde hairs, which were just a little moist.
She smelled amazing, her scent a strong sexy animal's, I could hardly believe I was snuffling up my mother's sweaty essence. With my eyes closed and my nose deep in her warm furry pit, it was easy to imagine her as a lioness or momma bear, a beast woman raising me to wild ways.
Then, suddenly and without warning, I was overwhelmed with a powerful sense of wicked, wanton silliness. It threatened to bubble up and send me into fits of giggles as I lay there, stunned by the intensity of my surprise, by the hot flush of freedom and power that washed over me as I accepted the pleasure of such a strong, forbidden joy.
Apparently Annabeth and Mommy felt the same way, because pretty soon we were all laughing quietly together, sliding our legs against everybody else's legs, and letting our fingers tickle all the naughtiest places.
Eventually, though, we all had to take a breath.
That's when my mommy hugged us tightly to her, sighing again as we settled back down.
And for a while all three of us slept.
I awoke to a small sound and a slight rocking, bumping motion.
My mommy was moaning quietly. Her arm was still tight and warm around me, hugging me close, my face still half-buried in her musky, moist armpit. My leg was still over her thigh, but my knee had slid lower down and I couldn't sense her other leg or where her pussy was at all.
For a moment everything was quiet and still, and I drifted back off, just a tiny little bit.
And then I heard it again. Mommy's moan.
And something else.
Something wet.
I raised up on my elbow and looked at my mommy's face. Her head was thrown back on the low cushion of the couch, and her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth hanging open, panting. The pulse in her throat was hammering harder than ever.
Then I realized I didn't see Annabeth.
And in an instant I knew where she was.
The wet sound happened again, and I turned my head.
There was my new best friend, tucked between my mommy's widespread thighs. There was Annabeth, with her mouth moving up and down on my mommy's pussy. Blonde pubic hair, wet with Mommy's excitement, was sticking to Annabeth's cheeks and forehead as she moved her mouth all around. Her entire face was slick with pussy juice, and her eyes were rolled back beneath half-closed, wet eyelids.
My knee was an inch away from touching Annabeth's side, but I hadn't known she was down there at all until I'd heard the noises and felt that strange little movement!
A jolt of pure anxiety – of sadness, of loss, of worry, of insecurity, of inadequacy, of everything a silly eleven year-old kid could possibly manage to feel weird about – seemed to rip straight up through me like a cold, dull knife. Right up through my heart.
My friend was licking my mommy's pussy, and my mommy was loving it! Should I have been doing that for my mommy all along? Was that a daughter's job and I just never knew it?
Then Mommy moaned again, and I turned back to watch her.
Mommy's chest and neck and face were flushed. Her lips were dry and a little crusty in the corners. Her mussy thick blonde hair tumbled around her head like a cloud. Her long, light eyelashes fluttered as her eyelids squeezed tightly shut. Her nostrils flared on either side of her pretty nose.
My mommy was so beautiful.
I suddenly realized how much I loved her. I realized how happy Annabeth was making her. And the cold grip on my heart melted away. My stomach unclenched.
Mommy was happy and having fun. That mattered more than anything.
I reached out and rubbed my palm across my mommy's fat, stiff nipple.
Her moan became a groan. She clutched me hard against her and arched her back.
I kept rubbing her nipple. Then I moved my palm to the other one. Then back. And forth.
Mommy began to shake.
Annabeth's hands came up to my mommy's pussy and spread her lips apart. She moved her mouth up near the top, to where I knew Mommy's tender button would be. Her lips locked around it, and I could tell that her tongue was doing something amazing.
My mommy raised her butt up off the ottoman, knocking my leg off her thigh, digging her heels into the cushion. Her free hand clutched a fistful of Annabeth's brown curls and pulled hard.
"Oh! Fuck!" Mommy gasped in a strangled, desperate whisper. "Don't stop!"
By then my fingers were busy on the far nipple, while my mouth was on the one closest to me, but I wasn't sucking for milk. I was locked on it like Annabeth was with my mommy's button. I had the nipple pinned between my lips, with my tongue flicking over it like lightning, back and forth and then side to side, as rapidly and as hard as I could.
Mommy groaned and shuddered all over. Her butt came up even higher. I could feel Annabeth holding on, staying with her, grunting and moaning softly as her mouth stayed glued to my mommy's pussy.
"Ungghhhh!" Mommy groaned, "Unnnggghhhhhh!!!"
With a sudden, choking cough, Annabeth came off my mommy's pussy. Her mouth was wide open as she spluttered and tried to keep her face close to Mommy's hunching crotch, as my mommy released my friend's hair and began to frantically, furiously rub her button herself, raising her butt even higher!
"OH!" Mommy suddenly gasped. "Oh FUCK! Here it comes!"
Still working my mouth and tongue on her nipple, my face was turned just enough to see her hand down there, flying up and down on her slit, and then in an instant a thick long jet of watery-looking piss shot out of my mommy and blasted Annabeth right in the face!
And then it happened again! And again! And again! And again!
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!" Mommy mewled and squirmed and shook as the juice sprayed out of her. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh fffffuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk!"
Finally my mommy stopped fucking her pussy at the air right in front of Annabeth's face. Her hand fell heavily down beside her hip as her butt came back down to rest on the couch once again. I stopped playing with her nipples and stared in wonder at my friend.
Annabeth's face and hair were completely drenched, and so were her boobies and her shoulders and her back. She looked like she'd just taken a shower. And I guess she had!
"Wow," Annabeth muttered, wiping at her eyes, trying to see. "You piddled all over me."
My mommy was still breathing hard, her head rolled to the side, her eyes closed. But she lifted her hand and wagged a finger in Annabeth's direction.
"Not piddle, baby," Mommy rasped between breaths. "Smell it. Is that pee smell to you?"
Annabeth didn't raise her arm to her nose or even wipe some of the juice off her face and hold it to her nostrils. Nope. Not Annabeth. She leaned down and stuck her face back into my mommy's open, sopping wet pussy!
After spending a little while snuffling around, snorting a little, then raising up slightly and licking – even taking Mommy's pussy lips in her mouth and sucking and slurping! – my friend finally came up with a frown. My mommy, who'd begun to shake a little bit and softly moan, settled herself once again and managed a weak chuckle.
"Not pee," she muttered.
Annabeth nodded, still scowling. "Nope," she agreed. "It isn't piddle at all."
Then she looked up at my mommy's pretty, exhausted face and smiled that small, sweet, precious smile of hers. Oh, those dimples!
"It tastes delicious," Annabeth admitted, blushing from her forehead all the way down to her puffy little boobs. "I love it!"
And it was back. The fist of ice around my heart, twisting my stomach into a cold, hard knot.
I wanted to taste Mommy's juice! I wanted to lick her! I wanted to be the one to make her cry out like that! I wanted to be covered in wet and smiling up from between her long, gorgeous thigh! I wanted! I wanted!! I wanted!!!
My entire naked body popped out with sweat all over, and I shivered from a sudden chilly surge of the worst ache of horniness I'd ever known in my life. I realized how sensitive and slippery and desperate for touching my pussy had become. I'd awakened and found my friend with her mouth on my mommy's pussy, and now the world had changed yet again! I wanted something I never knew I could have, that I didn't even know was possible, something so amazing, so precious, and so perfect....
Mommy must have sensed something, because just then she pulled me closer to her, hugging me tight against her side. She pulled my face down to her neck and I couldn't help but nuzzle her there and kiss her salty skin, still damp and warm, the pulse still strong beneath my searching lips.
"Don't worry, little monkey," my mommy whispered to me. I could feel her voice deep in her throat, her chest, a vibration going straight to my brain and my heart and my pussy. I felt warm all over, as if her voice was all I needed to calm my fears and come back to reality, to her loving embrace and her soft, long hand running through my own mussy hair.
"I'll let you do that, too," she breathed. "If you want... if you think you'd like it...."
I nodded softly into her neck, and then hot, sudden tears began to flow out of my tightly shut eyes. I nodded and kissed her neck and humped my little pussy against her hip. I wanted. I didn't have to think about it. I knew. I wanted. And I would like it. Love it. And do it a lot!
Then I felt Annabeth moving away, off the ottoman. At the same time, one of the twins began crying on the other side of the house. Then the other. Then my brother joined in, of course.
Mommy sighed. So did I!
I rolled away from my mommy as she let go of me. The sudden peeling apart of our naked, sweaty skin sent a rush of shivery goosebumps prickling all over my sensitive, exposed flesh. Annabeth stared hard at my slender, quivering body as I wobbled unsteadily to my feet, then we both reached out and helped my mommy get off the couch.
Mommy patted my head and smiled shyly, cupping my chin for a moment before she padded off to take care of her infant masters. As I watched her walk away – admiring her amazing, round, high ass and luscious curving hips, her long firm legs, her strong back and wild, blonde hair – I couldn't help but wonder if I really would ever get another chance to do what Annabeth had just done. If my mommy really would remember what she'd offered. If she'd lie naked with me. Spread her legs for me. Give herself to me.
And, could I really dare to even imagine it? Would she want to lick and suck and play with my little pussy too?
As Mommy passed through the kitchen and out of sight, I shivered all over again. I ran a hand down to my pussy and slid just one finger between my needy, aching lips. My hips bucked away at first, the touch was too intense. But then I made myself settle. I gently scraped my finger up through my oozing, hot slit, and I made my hips accept it.
I made myself shake. All over.
Then Annabeth's firm, large hand slipped into mine. It was hot. Sticky. She squeezed my fingers and pulled me around gently to face her.
"Uh, Marlie?" she muttered, her serious face a serious mess of wet. "Can I take a bath?"
I blinked. Shrugged. Nodded. I kept my other hand – with its busy, busy, busy finger – still down at my crotch.
Annabeth frowned, then pulled me close. Our noses touched. I could smell my mommy's pussy on her. Everywhere. It surrounded us in a cloud of musky, sweet perfume.
"I mean," she whispered, her husky voice low, her eyes hungry, "with you."
We kissed. And kissed.
It was our second-longest kiss of the day.
And then I let her lick my finger.
After that, I took her to my bathroom.
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