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I Should Have Named Her Vixen
by Renata von Foetze (von_foetze@mail.com)
edited by Jim Harris

***

A mother appreciates the skills of her daughter with the 
neighbors. (FF+/F, oral, inc, cons)

***

Charlene was named after her father's brother who died 
in Nam in Seventy-one. She was born two days after we 
received the news of his death. Ralph and I agreed on 
the name immediately – Charlene Theresa Willoughby. 
Theresa was my younger sister's name. It was a 
relatively easy birth or so I was told. I was doped up. 
Ralph was with me and he immediately said she is 
beautiful and perfect.

She grew up beautiful with silky black hair that she had 
never cut except for split ends and such. Her eyes were 
liquid dark chocolate with long thick lashes. She had a 
small mouth and sweet lips. She looks the same today as 
she did when six, except with a grown up figure.

As she grew up she proved to be very intelligent. In the 
first grade she took an IQ test and scored one eighty 
four. She never cried as a child after the age of two 
months, but had her unique demanding way of making a 
noise when she was hungry or needed to be changed. She 
was voracious when she suckled at my nipples. She bit 
and tugged at them with her mouth if she wasn't getting 
enough. I have rather long nipples to this day.

However she was an otherwise good baby and always had a 
way of charming others into doing what she wanted, 
especially her late father, which I found amusing as 
long as she didn't try to pull that bullshit on me. I 
read to her in the crib and on my lap when a toddler. 
Before age four she was reading and writing on her own.

Throughout elementary school she had friends of both 
sexes, not a lot, but they seemed close. In high school 
she dated boys but maintained her girlfriend 
relationships. She invariably was among the top students 
in her class. She liked sports, but was not very good 
because she was so petite. However she did gymnastics 
and took ballet. All in all, I thought she was a very 
rounded girl who would grow into an exceptional woman.

In elementary school she was a favorite of most 
teachers, especially the female ones. I talked to those 
teachers to ensure Charlie wasn't treated special in any 
way and they all agreed. One of her teachers told me how 
Charlie already informed the staff that Charlie did not 
wish to be treated differently than her classmates.

It pleased me to learn that the teachers appreciated 
Charlie's forthrightness and talents. This sense of her 
ability was shared by all  except for one teacher, the  
second grade teacher. Charlie openly despised the woman. 
I took her aside. "Charlie, why do you dislike Ms. 
Sandal so much?"

Like a dark cloud crossed her face as she said,  "Mom, 
Sandal told me that she would give me all 'A',s if I 
would tattle on other students. I could never do that. 
Besides that she is not a very good teacher. I hardly 
need to pay any attention to her to get an A. But one 
day she gave me an F on a test that I know I got all the 
answers right. When I demanded she show me the test, she 
said she threw it away. But don't worry. I will get even 
with her."

"No you won't, Charlie. We will do it together. Tomorrow 
morning you and I shall call on Mr. Van Sidling and have 
a talk. Just remain civil, please."

She put on her most plaintive look and said, "Mom, this 
is me."

Mr. Van Sidling became quite upset after Charlene told 
him about the test paper mark of F. He called in Ms. 
Sandal. He told her that those actions were going on her 
record. She was furloughed without pay for two weeks and 
would return as the librarian – which is a lower paid 
position.

Sandal complained to the Union whose executive committee 
descended on poor Mr. Van Sidling. After seeing his 
report and the documents signed by Charlie and I, the 
Union authorized her firing and submitted a report to 
the state which then invalidated her teaching license.

Only Charlie could make such things like that happen. It 
only worked to make her a hero among her friends and a 
feared student by the teachers. Nonetheless, she 
maintained her equilibrium and Ms. Sandal was soon 
forgotten by everyone.

She went to junior high in the seventh grade. We allowed 
her to go on simple dates, school dances, picnics, 
school sporting events and the like. Sometimes she would 
go with a boy and other times with a bunch of girl 
friends. There were a lot of pajama parties in our home 
those years. She continued to do well scholastically. 
Ralph and I couldn't be more pleased.

It was a good thing that Charlie was someone we both 
were proud to raise because after Charlie, they 
discovered I had uterine fibroids. In those days, the 
standard procedure was a hysterectomy. Ergo, there'd be 
no more pregnancies for me. 

***

Senior high was like crossing an invisible boundary for 
Charlene. There were fewer dates with one boy, but many 
group dates. In addition to her pajama parties there 
were sleepovers by one friend or another – girl friends, 
of course. There were still school dances. I often 
volunteered as a chaperone.

During her junior year I began to notice that when she 
was with friends, Charlie seemed only to have to say 
something like; "I think we should…" or "Why don't we…", 
and everyone else would instantly agree. And I mean they 
did so every time. It was like she had them hypnotized. 

I talked to her guidance counselor about it. The GC 
smiled sweetly and said, "Don't worry, your marvelous 
daughter is simply developing leadership qualities. She 
is a terrific person and an excellent student."

I felt quite relieved. I didn't say anything to 
Charlene. However, during her senior year three things 
occurred that I thought striking. One is that she began 
to take college courses – enough of them to complete the 
first semester for any college. 

The second one worried me for what I thought might be 
happening. She had more and more sleepovers with only 
one of her friends. This friend was her BFF for a month 
then another girl took on that role. This time the 
friendship lasted for two weeks. She would have a series 
of these relationships which seemed very fluid to me.

The third thing was the death of her father. She mourned 
him privately for most of the remainder of the school 
year. She was his princess and could do no wrong in his 
eyes. I think she wallowed in two feelings – abandonment 
by her father and a loss of his love. I gave her all the 
support I could and hoped for the best.

I also sensed a change in her attitudes to a lot of 
other things. Perhaps it was part of her maturation 
process. She still dated boys but rarely dated any of 
them more than once. It struck me that she was rather 
prim with them all. She also studied more intensely than 
ever before as if she not only had to excel, but had to 
dominate any subject.

***

College was another surprised achievement. In her first 
year she completed not only her freshman year's worth of 
credits but also completed the necessary credits to 
complete her sophomore year, all paid by scholarships. 
At the end of the school year at the distant Ivy League 
school, she came home for the summer. At nineteen she 
filled out a very pretty girl with a brain.  

She wore her hair in a long tight braid most of the 
time, it appeared rather sensuous or should that be 
sinuous? She needed little makeup and her nose still had 
that cute tilt. Her body filled out nicely but not 
excessively so. 

To my shock she had a new habit; she preferred to walk 
around the house naked. I did not know if it was 
exhibitionist, disdain for normal morality or what. She 
also sunbathed in our backyard in the nude or only in 
bikini bottoms, even when friends came over. She only 
invited girl friends to our home. I now had even a 
stronger belief that she was a lesbian and it concerned 
me. 

Perhaps it was my fault. I was bi-sexual since I was 
eighteen and remained so during my marriage with Ralph. 
When we died, I did so more openly. I entertained a 
number of mostly younger women from time to time while 
she was away. I supposed that Charlie discovered 
remnants of my affairs and perhaps she considered that 
knowledge as approval for the same life style. I could 
hardly complain to her.

***

I watched one afternoon. She lounged by the pool with 
April Rogers, one of our neighbors and, coincidently, a 
past lover of mine. Charlie is sexually appealing I have 
to admit. Today she is bare on the top. Her breasts are 
perfectly sized for her body. Her puffy areolas are 
deeper pink than her body as are her nipples. They look 
very tempting to me.

Her tiny bikini bottom leaves little to the imagination 
and mine mind said she would taste delicious. I don't 
know if my moral standards have shifted to consider sex 
with my lovely daughter. Anyway, on that day, apparently 
Charlie found April appetizing. I smiled in anticipation 
as Charlie stood up, took April's hand and tugged her up 
off the lounge.

April gripped Charlie's hand tight when Charlie said, "I 
want you to come with me, April."

"Where are we going?"

In a calm, decisive tone, Charlie said, "To my bedroom?" 

April attempted to pull back as she said, "I can't do 
that with you, dear." 

Charlie laughed. "Why can't you, April? I want you. 
Don't you want me?"

April dropped her head and looked at Charlie's tush as 
she stood in apparent reluctance. But I could tell that 
inside she knew what will happen and she wanted it. She 
padded after my daughter with a half smile on her lips. 
My thirty year old neighbor submissively followed 
Charlie into the house. And I was envious of Charlie's 
show of power.

***

April didn't go home until the next morning. Over 
morning coffee, with a shy smile she said, "Charlie is a 
sweet girl and very persuasive. She reminds me of you 
somewhat. Would you be upset if I came over to use your 
pool again; maybe tomorrow?"

I smiled back and cheerfully said, "Of course you may. 
Come over anytime you like. I'm sure Charlie or I will 
be happy to see you."

A few minutes later Charlie joined me in the kitchen. I 
smiled at her as she poured herself some coffee and sat 
down. "Did you have a nice time with April, honey?"

With a cheerful lilt she said, "I did Mom. She has a 
wonderful tongue and is very energetic. I hope we 
weren't too noisy."

I laughed lightly when I replied. "Not a bit. There's 
nothing so lovely as listening to the sounds of a woman 
during her orgasm."

She turned serious with a questioning look. "Why did you 
stop making it with her?"

I shrugged and said with a giggle in my voice, "Her 
husband was giving her a hard time about things such as 
not having supper on the table when he came home from 
work. She seems to have more time now that he's left 
her. She wants to come over again tomorrow."

"Oh I can't. I've invited Mrs. Hawley over."

I almost fell out of my chair, "Who?"

"She's that pretty blonde lady that lives on the corner. 
She has a nice smile."

I knew quite well who she is. "Oh her; yes, but I'm 
fairly certain she is very straight."

"I think so, also. But I so love turning them over. I 
think she might be a lot of fun. You should come out and 
watch me. When I turn her, you could call April over for 
yourself. You know I think April might be fun for the 
two of us at the same time some day. Let's you and me go 
out for dinner this evening."

***

We dressed up by unspoken agreement. I think we compared 
well; my mature, confident looks and mannerism versus 
Charlie's sensuous youthful enthusiasm. I took her to a 
very posh restaurant where we enjoyed a leisurely meal. 
I listened to her recount her achievements in college. 
It caused me to preen in pride of my luscious daughter. 
I also enjoyed the stares of the male diners, their 
heads often swiveling between the two of us.

After our meal I led Charlie to my room where, amidst 
many licks and kisses, I sensuously stripped off her 
dress, garter belt and stockings. Like me, she wore no 
undergarments. Such is the value of not owning an 
overabundant physique.

Then it was her turn to undress me, which she did in the 
most delightful fashion.  Then came the time for her to 
show me her talents and show me she did. She didn't 
rush. I gave her many points for that. She began with my 
lips, moved on to my ears, down my neck and throat and 
to my breasts. I knew that I flushed nearly rose red by 
then.

Charlie lavished kisses, licks and sucks on my breasts 
and nipples. My nipples were diamond hard under her 
ministrations. After some minutes at my chest, she 
trailed her tongue down to my navel and gave it a good 
licking. I shivered when her tongue crossed my mound and 
she softly chewed on my curls. By now my labia had 
unfolded and I waited with tremulous quivers for her to 
attend to my pussy.

She was all fingers and tongue as she explored my slit 
from bottom to top. Her tongue penetrated my already 
lubricated entrance, slurped around my urethra and 
sucked on my labia. I shuddered as she moved up the slit 
and approached the nexus of my nerve endings. She 
admired my clit. "Ooh, Mom, it is so pretty, long and 
fat. I want to devour it."

My hips leapt up when her tongue lightly licked that 
extremely sensitive nub of mine. My loving daughter 
licked and sucked on my clit. The feeling felt so 
intense, it caused tremors to race through my body. The 
intensity grew as she slipped two fingers into my vagina 
and stimulated my G Spot.

My vaginal muscles coaxed her to the right place. My 
hips went into constant motion. My hands fisted the 
pillow over my head. I cooed. I sighed and alternately 
moaned as she drove me to my peak.

I do not scream when I cum. I'm too busy gulping for air 
as my body grows tight, my joints stiffen and my toes 
curl. When I climaxed, it wasn't just one big welcome 
explosion. Instead it was one huge one followed by a 
series of diminishing ones.

It was more than enough. "Baby, stop it. I can't take 
any more. You were wonderful. Sweetheart, you are very, 
very good."

Charlie giggled delightedly with my praises. "Thank you 
Mom. I shall always want to please you."

After a few minutes of cuddling together, it was my turn 
to show her my talents. I gave her as good as I received 
and added a trick or two of my own. When she stopped 
heaving with orgasms, she passed out and slept wrapped 
in my arms.

The next day, Mrs. Belinda Hawley came over after lunch. 
She was as pretty as advertised; long blonde hair that 
draped over her chest in curls, shiny blue eyes with a 
nice smile, although her lips were thin. She was a half 
head taller than Charlie, slender with nice legs and 
nice size breasts that lay low on her chest. 

She wore a bikini under a short strapless sun dress that 
she wore to walk down the street to our house. It was a 
hot sunny day so I made a pitcher of ice cold daiquiris 
for us. I was in my bikini but Charlie, strangely, wore 
a short skirt and a top that allowed her nipples to peek 
out over the lacy top.

When Charlie sat opposite us I understood her choice of 
clothes. She right away began to shift her legs to flash 
her pussy at Belinda. She must have played with herself 
because her lips were puffy and open, showing off her 
full equipment including her long clit.

It was fun watching Belinda try not to stare at the 
sight each time she was flashed. I kept up the 
conversation as if nothing unusual occurred. I also kept 
the glasses topped off. Charlie said little but smiled 
her wicked angel smile at Belinda. It was like was a 
chess contest in a way.

After nearly thirty minutes, I guess she couldn't help 
herself especially as Charlie would leave her legs open 
wider for a longer time. She took longer and longer 
looks until Charlie said, "At last, Belinda; I was 
starting to think you wouldn't notice. It's okay, go 
ahead. I want you to look. I want you to admire me. You 
make me so wet. 

Charlie stood up and dropped her skirt and undid her top 
to pose in the nude. Belinda's face, neck and chest 
became flushed. Charlie wiggled her way over to her 
target, held out her hand. "Please come with me, I want 
to show you something."

It was amazing to watch. Belinda took Charlie's hand and 
let herself be led into the house. Charlie left her 
bedroom window open so I could hear how Belinda weakly 
attempted to stop my daughter, but to no avail. I knew 
exactly when Charlie was licking our guest's breasts, 
sucking her nipples and fingering her pussy. The moans 
floated out the window as did the sounds of Belinda's 
orgasms when they erupted.

Later, I also knew that Belinda had her face in 
Charlie's pussy. My daughter would loudly shout "Oh 
yeah, oh yeah." Over and over as she climbed to her peak 
then blow all the air out of lungs as her orgasm hit. It 
sounded like fun. I decided that Charlie was coming into 
my bed with me again this evening.

Nearly an hour later, the two women returned outside. 
They were both completely naked as they skipped over and 
dove into the pool hand in hand. It was rather pleasant 
to listen as they laughed and sang so merrily. The score 
now was Charlie – 2; neighbors – Zero.

***

The next few days, Charlie seduced three more of my 
neighbors. One day, over breakfast, she told me she 
planned to organize group sessions with all of them. 
"They're quite cooperative once they tasted pussy and 
had gained a knowledgeable tongue of their own. I'm 
giving them lessons so they can do each other when I go 
back to school."

"That's nice, dear. I hope you let them know that I 
would also enjoy visits from them."

"Of course I do. Some of them are like little children 
as they learn the mysteries and joys of pleasuring each 
other. By the way, I'm bringing a girl I knew from high 
school over for lunch today if you don't mind."

"That's fine with me. Anyone I know?"

"Do you remember Enid Simmons? She was that shy girl who 
dressed without any fashion sense at all. I'm quite sure 
that she just needs a tiny push to open up her life to 
pleasure."

***

Enid arrived just before noon. As soon as I saw her shy 
smile and the way she hid her hands behind her back, I 
remembered her. She was always on the fringes of any 
group she was with. I don't know that I ever heard her 
voice before today and only heard her speak twice when 
she came inside. 

She said, "Hello Mrs. Willoughby. Thank you for having 
me over today."  When we finished the meal of soup and 
salad she said, "Thank you for the meal Mrs. Willoughby. 
Can I help you clean up?"

Charlie took her hand and led her into the living room 
while I smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Sweetie. 
But you go with Charlie. I can handle this alone."

I surreptitiously watched as Charlie led Enid to sit on 
a straight back chair and knelt between the girl's 
creamy white thighs. The girl must almost never go out 
into the sun. My daughter was talking earnestly and 
slowly while her hands caressed Enid's thighs and slowly 
pushed the dress up higher. Enid returned uncertain 
looks but nodded yes whenever Charlie asked her 
something in a whisper.

In minutes the girl's dress was pushed up to her waist. 
She had a nice mop of brown curls over her mound and 
pussy. Her breath came faster as Charlie's fingers began 
to caress and play on her folds and in the curls. 
Charlie took her time and always talked in a low voice. 
Eventually Charlie opened the girl's labia and found her 
clit. 

From the doorway, I could see that Enid was already 
quite wet. Her body began to quake and her eyes closed 
she leaned her back. I know from my own experience that 
Charlie was a master of fingering. It wasn't long before 
Enid was chanting – "Oh my, oh yes."

Charlie snaked one hand to the top of Enid's dress and 
began to undo the buttons up the front. One, two, three, 
four buttons were undone. One of Enid's lovely pale 
white breasts popped out. The whole tip was covered by 
the areola. It was just a shade darker pink. Her little 
nipple was the same color but was darkening with blood 
as it peaked.

Enid's legs kicked out straight and she emitted a sharp 
cry before she relaxed and got her breath back. She 
smiled down at Charlie and said in a choked voice, "It 
never felt so nice before when the boys did it. I hope 
you can do it to me again soon."

I could hear the pride in Charlie's voice as she said, 
"Of course it was never this good because no boy can do 
it right. They have no clue about how our bodies work 
and never will if we don't teach them. But girls learn 
so much faster because they know what feels good to 
them. Come up to my room and I will show you what feels 
even better than what I just did."

Once again I watched my daughter hold out her hand and 
wait for it to be taken. Enid was quick on the uptake. 
She didn't seem to care that her boobs were now on view. 
She quickly tripped along with Charlie up the stairs. I 
went back to the kitchen to jill for a while.

I saw quite a bit of Enid after that day, including a 
few sleepovers. I got my chances to taste her on a 
couple of her visits. She must be a vegetarian, she 
tasted so sweet. She also was a quick learner in using 
her tongue. We had some nice threesomes and a foursome 
with April as well.

One morning I awoke as I heard noises on the stairs. I 
rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and tottered to the top 
of the stairs. I found Enid lying across one of the 
treads half way down. Charlie had two fingers in Enid's 
vagina while her mouth worked on one her nipples. I 
watched in admiration as Charlie worked to bring Enid to 
climax. They both were naked and their breasts glistened 
with moisture and were flushed.

Charlie noticed me first. She threw me a sassy smile and 
said, "Oh, sorry Mom, did we wake you?"

I smiled back sweetly and shook my head. I waggled my 
fingers for her to continue. Enid moaned as Charlie 
reached down to rub her clit. It didn't take very long 
before Enid jerked her body as her orgasm hit. I could 
think of more comfortable places to enjoy sex. Enid 
proved to be a delightful lover. I'm hoping she'll still 
visit me when Charlie goes back to the university.

***

With less than two full weeks left before Charlie heads 
back to college, a friend of hers stopped by with an old 
fashioned name – Sue Ellen. Charlie called her Suz. 
After the standard hugs, kisses and greetings, Charlie 
poured a glass a wine for the two of them and one for 
me. They took over the sofa while I took my post in my 
preferred chair to watch my daughter in action. Charlie 
curled her legs beneath her. After a couple of sips of 
her wine, Suz leaned in to give Charlie a long tonguing 
kiss.

It dawned on me that these two were roommates. Suz 
finished her wine, put her arm around Charlie and pulled 
her in close. They took no notice of me. In less than a 
minute, Charlie knocked her wine back and pulled Suz' 
top over her head. The two girls were almost a matched 
pair. 

About the same height, they made a fetching pair. Both 
wore their hair in the same way, except Suz had cinnamon 
red hair and green, gold eyes. Charlie had slightly 
larger breasts, but both of them had the same coloring 
and nipples to die for. Charlie slipped a hand under 
Suz' skirt while Suz tugged Charlie's bodice down to her 
waist. At no time did they stop their kisses.

After they shared a mutual light climax, Charlie took 
Suz by the hand and went upstairs. My daughter left her 
door open so I could enjoy their sounds. I listened 
while a smile curved my lips and poured myself another 
glass. About a half hour passed when I heard Charlie 
call me to join them.

I found them on the bed facing each other. Charlie was 
sitting on her heels while Suz knelt up on her knees 
which were well spread. I stood in the doorway and 
watched them kiss each other again. 

Suz used one hand to caress Charlie's breast while 
Charlie's hand toyed with Suz' pussy. I wondered if they 
enjoyed putting on the exhibition for me. I definitely 
enjoyed my view of the action.

I quickly slipped out of my clothes and sauntered in the 
room. Charlie noticed me when Suz collapsed after 
another orgasm, and waved me over to the bed. It was the 
first of a wonderful threesome night. We slept until 
noon. Sue Ellen yelped when she saw the time and dashed 
into the bathroom to shower and such.

I made a quick lunch and packed a small care package for 
her when she left. It seemed I would have the last night 
alone with Charlie before she had to leave for the 
school the following morning. I went upstairs and took a 
long hot shower, washed and fixed my hair. In my room, I 
slipped on my bikini and headed for the deck by the 
pool.

When I stepped onto the deck, to my surprise, I saw my 
daughter naked against the railing. She was holding onto 
a cute, petite girl who leaned on Charlie with her head 
on Charlie's shoulder. The girl, who looked like she was 
maybe thirteen or fourteen, rubbed her pussy on 
Charlie's thigh with her mouth open and eyes shut.

Charlie looked at me with her hungry eyes shining and 
said, "Look Mom, I found a little slut for us to play 
with today."

I smiled in surprise. The girl seemed so young with 
really small tits, although with nice nipples that 
looked as hard as stones. Her cute, pretty pussy had 
very little hair. "This is Simone. She's an exchange 
student from France. She rooms with me and Suz. Isn't 
she adorable? Wait until you feel her tongue on your 
pussy. Tomorrow morning she and I must head for the 
university.

***

Over the next few years, I would frequently learn how 
good she could find sweet fuck toys for us to share and 
play with. But for now the summer came to an end. By the 
time she left she had seduced a dozen previously 
straight women in the neighborhood. Her ability to 
seduce these women was uncanny. No one could resist her 
it seems. 

At first I was sorry when she left, but then four of her 
seducees became regulars for me while she was away at 
school. When I spent a night alone, I dreamed of Charlie 
and Simone making love to me again.

Charlene always is a very good daughter any way you want 
to measure her. I have this quiet suspicion that someday 
Charlie will be our first Lesbian president.

END

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