A single mom shares her fantasies with her young daughter...
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Mothers and daughters make the most dangerous pairings known to man, especially men. They are acutely attuned to one another, share many of the same attributes and are willing to die for one another.
All of that is a bit of an overreach in terms of the subject matter at hand, but you should just know that if you approach a mother and her daughter with romantic intentions, death may be the final outcome. No doubt a pleasurable demise, but death nonetheless.
Katya had Melissa early in life. A welcomed love and the best companion, but still a sudden end to teenage-dom. Along with a healthy dose of Catholic guilt, Katya was made to feel “less than” and other idioms as she worked to raise her daughter the best that she could.
For her part, Mel has been a good student of life, learning valuable lessons from her mother. Some that Katya taught her on purpose, and a number that Melissa picked up around the edges on her own.
Early on, Katya made the decision to avoid all of the guilty feelings that came with a religious upbringing. She questioned herself about that choice—and still does, from time to time—but she made it out of an abundance of caution that Melissa should get caught up in the same stream of feelings that had netted Katya.
Melissa's mom had an interesting relationship with written porn. She appreciated the experience of reading other peoples’ fantasies, their dreams, their desires, their ugliness and even their depravity. Hearing others talk about their own feelings made hers all the more legitimate. She wasn’t alone in her kinks.
At some point, she started to find stories that she wanted to share with Mel. Not to take the place of sex education, but to enhance it. She wanted her daughter to be free of so many of the hindrances that had kept her down, made her silent, told her that she was guilty of original sin.
It proved to be a novel way to introduce her daughter to an unseen side of her mother. By sharing some of the kinks that motivated her sexually, she wanted Melissa to better understand her.
And so that’s what they did. They shared these powerful stories and fantasies. Some of them worked for Melissa and some did not. She didn’t always understand why the characters would do this or that, and sometimes it was difficult for Katya to explain the real ugliness of objectification and denigration. But others were easier, and Melissa seemed to revel in her own sexuality. Men and boys would follow her wherever she went. At times, Katya would worry about her progeny, but most often was proud of her for her budding body and how she was learning to love it herself.
Melissa learned about masturbation and found that she could pleasure her own body. Mom was pleased that her daughter was becoming so comfortable with her own sexuality. Mother and daughter routinely talked about boys and sex and the joys and pitfalls of it all.
This little story came about when a boy began to follow Melissa around the neighborhood. They had both known the kid since he was little. Timmy was two years behind Melissa in school and she had never really paid him any attention.
What changed is that he hit an age and stage where he was cute. He was only 10, a fourth grader. But there was something about his hair, his eyes, his little body…something that was adorable to both mom and daughter.
Katya spotted him first. He was hard to miss, always about five feet behind Mel. It was at the pool, where a lot of men and boys were noticing both daughter and mom. But Katya saw Timmy because he never left that spot, always trailing a few feet behind her daughter. Plus, he was kind of cute, and she had a weakness for cute, young boys. At any rate, Katya could always say she was keeping an eye on the boy for Melissa’s safety.
In the middle of the hot afternoon, Melissa came over and sat in the chair next to Katya. Timmy stood a little ways off in the distance, unnoticed by the popular Melissa.
Katya waved him over and indicated he should sit on the chair with her, right across from her daughter.
He sat down without a word. Katya tried to start a conversation with him, but he was too nervous, too shy, too close to Melissa.
Katya gave up and let the boy just look at the object of his devotion. Melissa didn’t seem to mind the adulation, she just laid back in the chair and got some sun on her spritely body.
Much of the rest of the summer went that way. Timmy was often around. His presence didn’t seem to bother Melissa, but he didn’t have a lot to say, either. She would just shrug her shoulders when Katya would ask about him. Whether Mel was waiting for him to move on, or make a move, she didn’t seem to know, at least as far as her mom had gleaned.
But then there came a day with a sudden, unexpected rain storm. The kids were caught outside and came running in, soaking wet. Timmy had naturally followed Melissa when she’d made a break for her own front door in the deluge. There they stood together, two drenched pre-teens. Katya made them stay in place while she went and got two towels.
“Okay,” she said motherly, “off with the clothes.”
Timmy looked up sharply, frozen. Melissa started to undo her things.
“Off,” Katya snapped her fingers,” we need to get those dried and you warm.”
So Timmy began to undress.
Katya came back with two towels. Mel was already naked and waiting. Timmy had gotten down to his soaking wet underwear, but was transfixed looking at Melissa. He may have been wet and cold, but his body still had the energy for a small erection, clearly tenting his wet underwear.
Katya snapped her fingers again, breaking Timmy’s reverie.
“Off with the underwear, too,” Mom ordered.
The flushed red of his face got even brighter and with two hands he lowered his tidy whitey’s. He stepped out of them and handed them to Katya, one hand still covering his erection.
She smiled back at him and gave him his towel. He quickly wrapped it around his waist, not bothering to dry any of the rest of his body.
Mel, on the other hand, was quite warm now that she was dry.
“Mom,” she asked, “do I have to cover up? It’s summer and I’m already warm.”
“No, Melissa,” Katya said, “if it doesn’t bother Timmy.”
Turning her attention to the quiet, shy one, Katya asked, “Timmy, does it bother you if Melissa doesn’t wear any clothes?”
The boy couldn’t speak, but he did manage to shake his head.
“Okay, then,” Katya pronounced, “you’re free to move about the cabin unencumbered!”
“Thanks, Mom,” Mel said dryly, walking over to the couch to turn on the TV.
She sat in the corner of the couch, and Katya pushed Timmy to join her. He walked over and sat in the middle of the couch, turned a bit toward Melissa.
Katya got the kids a couple of sodas and some snacks and brought them into the living room. She sat on one end of the couch with Melissa on the other, young Timmy in the middle, dressed only in a towel.
The way that Mel sat in the corner of the couch meant that she had one leg pulled up under her. Her knees were spread apart and Timmy had an unobstructed view of her sex. She seemed to be unaware of his staring and just watched the television. Katya knew what her daughter was doing and could see the effect it was having on Timmy. She was proud of the girl in so many ways.
The towel covered a lot, but not nearly everything. With it wrapped around his body, the open slit was on Katya’s side. She could see most of his bare thigh. And she could clearly see the tent that his prick was making as he looked at a very naked Melissa.
It was in the midst of that moment of quiet—with Mel looking at the TV, Timmy looking at Melissa and Katya looking at Timmy—that Melissa suddenly said, “Mom, we’re all undressed already, you should be too!”
That caught Katya by surprise. She was enjoying the view without any thoughts about what might happen next, but clearly her daughter had been working on that scenario already.
Getting naked with both Mel and Timmy? She felt herself reddening. She and Melissa had talked a lot about what both mother and daughter liked, but this was different. They had both frequently been naked around the house in front of one another, but this was crossing a completely different boundary. And her daughter had never really seen Katya fully aroused. She knew what she was capable of doing, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for her 12 year old daughter to know her mother that well.
But Katya found herself staring at Timmy’s bare leg. That hairless leg that disappeared under the towel and ended at a small, hard cock.
Katya could resist most temptations, but boy cock was one of those things that made her a slave to her urges. Her mouth watered, her pussy became red and inflamed, and her nipples hardened like pebbles.
The student had become the master.
Mom looked up from the boy’s leg and found Mel looking directly at her, a small smirk on her face. She knew. She knew her mother and she knew what Katya desired. Melissa had wanted to see if she could make it happen.
“Well,” a somewhat flustered Katya started, “I suppose I could ‘join the crowd’.”
She started to get up.
“Where you going, Mom?” Mel asked.
“To change,” Katya said.
“Just do it here,” she said brightly, “we don’t mind.
"Do we, Timmy?”
Timmy just shook his head again. The poor boy had been struck mute, but at least his cock was clearly still working.
Katya stayed standing next to the couch. With shaky fingers she began to unbutton her top. Each button revealed more of a woman aroused. Her face, neck and chest were red. She was both embarrassed and super stimulated to be undressing in front of Timmy and Mel. Mother and daughter had touched themselves in each other’s presence before, but the addition of 10 year old Timmy gave the room an electric charge.
Both kids watched the buttons come undone. Katya did it slowly, wanting to elongate the sensation. She wasn’t wearing a bra on this day, and the inner outlines of each breast were obvious.
She left her top on at first, moving her hands down and unfastening her pants. Those dropped to the floor, revealing low cut panties. She loved seeing Timmy’s eyes on her as she undressed. The only thing that would’ve been better would be if Timmy was doing the undressing. But she’d settle for this strip tease.
Now dressed in only panties and her open top, she shed the blouse, exposing her hard nipples to the boy’s gaze. He’d never seen tits before and was caught like a deer in headlights. She gave him a few moments to look in amazement, and then she slid the panties down her legs, revealing a very swollen, hot pussy. She loved showing her cunt to a boy for the first time, knowing that he would forever remember this moment.
It made her feel so wanton, so erotic, so sexy.
Katya looked up at Melissa, now laying back in the corner of the couch, the television forgotten. When she laid that way, her legs fell open and Mel was touching her tender young pussy with one hand. Her breasts were not yet developing, but her nipples were hard and she was flushed with arousal as well.
The two had masturbated together, that’s true, but Mel had never been so brazen about showing her sex. Here she was spreading herself open and watching her mother and Timmy; loving her view.
Katya’s gaze fell back to Timmy, who was transfixed looking at her naked body. She didn’t even try to hide her intentions now. Sliding dowm off the sofa, she knelt in front of the boy, between his skinny knees.
With one hand on each leg, her fingers led the way up under the towel toward the prize: a very hard prick about 4 inches long. Timmy, still struck mute, could do nothing but watch her as her hands met in the middle on his dick.
By lifting her elbows slightly, Katya made the towel fall away. Now all three were naked. All three were very aroused.
And as Katya moved toward that little cock pointed straight up, she looked at Melissa. Mother and daughter locked eyes as Katya’s mouth slipped over the head of Timmy’s cock. Mel’s legs opened even wider to her insistent touch as she watched her mother’s head bob up and down on the boy’s hardness.
Katya was in heaven. She didn’t care in this moment who could see her or what the implications of this might be. She was cock blind, ready to do anything to service this little dick in her mouth. She hummed her pleasure as she repeatedly took him all into her mouth, including his ball sac. And when she concentrated, she could just reach her tongue out and touch his tender ass, too.
Melissa had never seen anything so erotic. Her naked mother, on her knees in front of Timmy, worshiping his cock. She had always known that Katya liked boys, but seeing her in action was an erotic vision beyond description.
Almost involuntarily Mel was playing with her pussy, now as wet as it had ever been. Seeing her mother and Timmy together was sending electric shocks throughout her body, especially her clit and her sensitive nipples. She spread her own sex open further in wanton lust.
Timmy suddenly stiffened and let out a gurgled gasp. His wispy legs shot straight out and his toes pointed as his body went rigid.
Katya took him deep in her mouth, swallowing all of him and his balls.
His hands held her head, somewhere between pushing her away and pulling her tighter, all at the same time.
And that was how Timmy had his first orgasm. With the object of his adulation feverishly fingering herself next to him and this sex goddess of a mom swallowing his cock.
But like boys everywhere, one orgasm doesn’t make them deflate.
Katya was anticipating this. After giving him a moment to start breathing again, she released his cock from her mouth.
“Okay, Timmy,” she said huskily, “it’s my turn.”
Katya was on her knees at the side of the couch. She simply scooted herself closer to the couch so she was laid across the cushions.
With one hand, she walked Timmy around behind her. She only needed two pillows under her knees to get her swollen cunt to the right height for the boy to mount her.
Still holding his hand, she pulled his hips against her, and with her other hand, she reached between her legs and found his still-hard cock. She guided it to the entrance of her wet pussy and pushed back against him.
“In and out, Timmy, in and out,” she said over her shoulder.
The boy learned fast. In less than a minute, he was pistoning in and out of Katya’s cunt like a pro. And her body was reacting to his boy dick. She could even feel his little ball sac smacking against her swollen clit. God, it felt so good to be fucked by a boy.
For her part, Melissa moved down the couch and was laying with her face close to her mom’s body. She wanted to see her mom being fucked. With one hand fingering her preteen pussy and the other alternately pinching her nipples, Mel was fascinated by the sight of the small cock coming and going, seeming to getting wetter with each push.
Mel had already had one small orgasm when she started playing with herself, but her little body was building toward the real deal as she watched her mother getting fucked.
Katya’s face was buried in the cushions, muffling the sounds of her moaning. Her ass was lifted in the air and she was the picture of submission to her boy lover.
Timmy pounded ever harder and ever faster. Mel’s orgasm was building inside her. And Katya’s moaning and panting grew louder.
The dam broke first with Katya. She almost screamed out in ecstasy as the orgasmic flood crashed over her body. Her stomach convulsed with each ensuing wave.
When Katya came, her pussy clenched down on Timmy’s cock so much that he had his second orgasm almost on the spot. He held onto Katya’s hips and pushed his cock as deep as it would go, nature’s built-in reaction to a male orgasm.
Mel’s hit her just a moment later. The sight of her mother spent on the couch and Timmy’s small body pressed up against Katya’s ass was what did it. She closed her eyes and out came a moaning sound from deep within; a sound she’d never heard herself make before.
Minutes passed, maybe hours…it was quiet. Only the sound of three people breathing and the television rambling on.
“Well,” mumbled Melissa, “that was interesting.”
Katya giggled her response.
Timmy looked a little dazed as he sat on the floor.
“Glad you stopped by, Timmy” said Katya in her best mother’s voice, smiling at the boy, now completely spent. “We hope you’ll come back again some soon.”
Just another summer afternoon with the girls…
“So mom,” Melissa said in a thoughtful voice, “I’ve been reading some stories and I’ve got a few ideas.”
Katya had just opened the pizza box for them both. Her eyebrows arched in an open question of her 12 year old daughter.
“Well,” Mel smiled, “I was just thinking that maybe there’s some other things we could try…” She paused. “…together,” she finished.
Now Katya’s eyebrows went even higher.
“What do you have in mind, my dear girl?” she said conspiratorially, leaning toward her pretty daughter’s face.
“I don’t know,” Melissa giggled, “it’s just that we’ve done some stuff together now, like Timmy…”
“Yes,” agreed Katya.
“And I thought that maybe we could invite one of my friends over.”
“Over?” probed mom.
“Yeah, over,” Mel said, looking for the right word, “to play.”
“Hmmmm. I’ll have to think about that one,” Katya said.
Timmy had been a fun little unexpected adventure for both of them. Mother and daughter had played together a bit before that summer day. They had even touched each other as they played. But when Katya had given herself over to lust and had sex with the ten year old boy with Mel on the couch right there, that was a new twist in their relationship.
And so Katya didn’t think it all that strange that Mel would be wanting to push the boundaries again. After all, she hadn’t done much with Timmy at all, pretty much just watched and masturbated.
She was her mother’s daughter and she wanted to be in on the action.
All of it made Katya smile into her pizza. She knew in her heart that she would go along with anything that Mel dreamed up. She just didn’t want to seem overly eager to jump at the first suggestion.
And she knew some of the stories that Melissa had been reading lately. There was some pretty heady stuff in there about women being owned and used and degraded. She hadn’t been sure at first that Mel would like that kind of story, but she took to it like a duck to water. Katya had an arousing feeling that this was a little of what young Melissa had in mind when she wanted to “play” with some friends.
Halfway through the pizza, Katya brought it up again and asked Mel about her idea.
“So,” she said, “if we invite a friend or friends over, what would happen?”
“I don’t know,” said Mel.
“Oh, I think you’ve got some very concrete ideas, young lady,” pressed Katya, smiling.
That broke her.
“Okay, well, yeah,” Melissa started excitedly, “I read this story about a woman who likes little boys to own her.”
“Go on,” coaxed mom.
“Well, she wants them to pee on her and everything,” Melissa added.
“Was there anything else?” asked Katya.
Mel thought for a second. “Well, they get to have sex with her whenever they want. And they can just show up and make her strip for them or their friends.”
“And this excites you?” Katya said.
“Well, yeah,” Mel paused.
Mom waited out the pause.
“I was kinda thinking of, you know, maybe, it would be… you” Mel finally said.
“Me?” Katya’s eyebrows arched again in surprise.
“Yeah, you,” she said slowly. “I would be there. I can make them stop.”
“You want your friends to use your mother?” Katya said, trying her best to sound insulted.
Melissa wasn’t buying it. She smiled wickedly.
“Yes,” she said, standing up straight, “I do.”
Katya couldn’t keep up the charade and she grinned, too.
“Well, I don’t know,” she said, “sounds like fun. Who do you have in mind?”
“Maybe Jesse? Or Pete?” Mel was holding up a hand, preparing to name boys one by one.
“Okay, maybe, maybe,” Katya said, holding up her own hand in surrender.
“But why do you want to involve me?” she asked her daughter.
“I really enjoyed telling you what to do with Timmy,” she said quietly, “I told you to undress right there and you just did it. It made my pussy wet to do that with you.”
Katya was quiet. She recalled all too well that Mel had been an instigator of that little affair on the couch. And Mom also remembered how much she enjoyed having her 12 year old daughter give her commands.
Katya was also curious about what Mel would do, how far she would let a boy go, what kind of limits she might place on them, or even—and this made Katya giggle to herself—if Mel would let them go far enough.
“Sure honey,” she said soothingly to her daughter, “if that’s what you’d like to do, I’m game to play.”
They finished the pizza and the rest of the evening was quiet.
Nothing more was said, but both mother and daughter didn’t forget the conversation. Mel was trying to figure out what she wanted to have happen, and Katya was left wondering when this might come to pass. Both had something to massage their clits thinking about that evening after bedtime.
Melissa hadn’t been able to sleep well. She just kept thinking about her mom and what she’d said. She had said, “yes,” to Mel’s request. Well, she’d actually said, “maybe,” but that was nearly as good as a yes from her mom. Melissa was pretty sure she was going to make it happen.
She had played with herself almost every hour on the hour. It was never the same vision that made her young body orgasm; but as new things occurred to her, she kept seeing different scenarios unfold.
Mel had always liked masturbating. It was almost as much fun as when somebody else did it. She and her mom, Katya, had touched each other occasionally when they read stories. It always felt good to have her mom brush her fingers across her sex; she knew just the right places. And Mel liked feeling others in return. She was learning fast about how other people enjoyed being touched.
Like the boys she’d been with. She had been interested in boys for a long time, and she’d let them touch her for a couple of years, starting at about ten. Some of the older boys really liked it when she was on her knees in front of them as they stroked their dicks. Feeling their hot cum land on her chest gave her a thrill that went straight to her clit.
She would even rub their spunk into her chest. She had seen girls do that in a lot of porn videos. A girlfriend had told her that the more cum she rubbed in, the bigger and faster her boobs would grow. Katya told her it was a myth, but Mel still liked to feel them cum on her.
That was one of the things that had made her climax in the night: thinking about some of the boys she knew. Like Jessie, from the neighborhood. He might be fun. He always seemed shy around her mom, maybe he had a crush on her and Mel could make something happen.
Or maybe she’d find two boys. She read a story about a girl who had two boys chasing her. She was a pretty girl like Melissa. Both boys came to the house one afternoon after school. Nobody else was around, just the three of them. Each boy was waiting for the other one to leave so they could kiss the girl. But the girl had other ideas. Melissa’s clit was especially hard when she thought about being the girl with two boys fighting over her…
Mel told the boys that this was their lucky day. They were going to cum. Well, each boy was very excited and their pants revealed how much they wanted her.
“But first,” Melissa said, “we’re going to do some things for me.”
“What things?” the first boy said indignantly.
“Yeah, what things?” the second one demanded.
Mel stood up and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing two lovely, budding bra-covered breasts.
That shut the boys up.
“I want you both to undress,” she said sweetly.
In a flash, there were two young studs standing on either side of the girl, erections pointing out at a ninety degree angle from their trim bodies.
“Oh my,” she said, looking at each cock, both pointing at her.
The boys were standing at attention, literally and figuratively.
“I want you to…” Melissa paused for dramatic effect, “touch each other’s dicks.”
“Naw, man!”
“Oh, no!”
“Ain’t gonna happen!”
“You crazy!” and on and on.
Melissa waited.
Then she took off her jeans.
Now the boys saw her in a matching black bra and skimpy pair of panties with a thong back.
They were silenced.
“Touch. Each. Other,” she said again.
Tentatively, one hand reached out and touched the head of the other’s cock with one finger. The cock bobbed up and down.
“Hold on to each other,” Mel ordered, her voice even and in charge.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the boys each put a hand on the other’s cock.
“Now,” she said, looking each boy in the eye, “I want you to stroke that cock just like you stroke it yourself.”
There was a moment of pushback, but Melissa silenced that by removing her bra. Well, she unclasped it in the back, the straps falling loose. But one hand held the cups in front of each little tit, keeping them hidden from the boys.
They began to stroke each other, both looking at her young body.
Mel was visibly aroused now. Her chest, neck and cheeks were burning with blush. The nipples that the boys could not see were hard as pebbles and aching to be touched and licked and sucked.
And she had two boys stroking each other’s dicks as they looked at her.
She felt like a goddess.
Holding the bra to her in one hand, she pulled up a stool so she could sit. She was much more at eye level with the two cocks than with the boys’ faces now. She liked her view.
“Okay,” she said, “I know you’re hard now.”
Both boys stopped touching each other, but kept stroking their own rigid dicks. They were waiting for instructions.
“Only one more thing,” she smiled sweetly, letting the bra drop and holding her chest out for their hungry eyes.
“Lay down on the floor,” she said. Both boys immediately lay down.
Melissa directed them to lie on their sides, facing each other. She moved one so that they were now facing each other’s’ cocks. Both boys looked nervous, but kept watching her, sitting on her stool.
“I want you to suck the dick in front of you,” she said, “just like I will suck you.”
One of the boys immediately opened his mouth and started to lick the dick in front of him. The other one balked, but Melissa took that moment to stand up and slide her panties down.
She stood over the two boys, her legs slightly parted. They each had an excellent view of her pussy, now inflamed and very aroused. She pinched her nipple and ran a finger over her pussy.
“Suck the cock!” she ordered.
Both boys began to suck the dick that was given them. Mel sat back on the stool and spread her legs wide, fingering her slit while she watched the erotic show in front of her.
The boys were trying to watch Mel and keep sucking at the same time. They were both afraid if they stopped that Melissa would stop, too. Plus, each boy was secretly enjoying the feeling of having his dick sucked.
It didn’t take long. One, then the other, stiffened sharply, let out a moan, and came hard. Melissa was right there with them, fingering her cunt for all it was worth.
And that was the beginning of a warm afternoon for Melissa. She had two young men, all warmed up, just for herself…or would she share them with her mom? The possibilities were endless.
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