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Amber - 4
by Tater tot (totishtater@gmail.com)

***

Amber's point of view is highlighted in part 4. (Ff, 
ped, inc, oral, anal)

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Part 4

I gave mom a kiss on the cheek on my way out knowing how 
much that meant to her. It seemed kind of a small thing, 
but I could tell it really made her happy when I did it 
and I kind of felt bad for not having done it before. I 
shook my head as I trotted out to Deanna's car, and 
said, "Hi Mrs. C," as I climbed in the back with my book 
bag. Deanna twisted around with a grin as Mrs. C said, 
"Hi Amber, do you have everything?"

I liked Mrs. C. She wasn't as upbeat as mom was, but her 
and Deanna got along really well. I'd had other friends 
whose parents were total assholes, sort of like my dad 
at the end. I shook that thought away too, and chatted 
with Deanna as we drove to her house. Having someone who 
was as interested in getting good grades as I was, was 
really nice. 

I hadn't spent time with Deanna until I began really 
putting effort into getting A's, and had noticed we were 
spending the same time studying after class or at lunch. 
She had actually approached me first, and we had really 
hit it off. Spending the night was a first, but we were 
doing a group report together and wanted it to be 
perfect. I had every intention of getting all A's 
because I wanted every Saturday possible to do things to 
mom... Better not think about it or my panties would be 
wet quick.

Mrs. C. was a little like mom, slimmer I think because 
of how she ate rather than exercise. Mom worked out a 
lot and it really showed. Her ass was so...nope not 
thinking that. Mrs. C. had sandy hair and her breasts 
were bigger than moms, but she smiled the same and 
seemed to really care for Deanna. I had never paid 
attention before, but now I noticed how my friends and 
their parents got along. I could see how much it 
mattered to mom that I was happy.

I was a little surprised later when Deanna and I were 
working at the kitchen table and I had leaned over to 
grab something, to realize that Mrs. C. was checking out 
my ass. I was wearing tight shorts, the same as Deanna, 
so it looked good. Huh, I wondered if Mrs. C. liked 
girls? I had been totally shocked to find out mom did, 
then to find out her and Aunt Jes... well mind blowing 
didn't cover it. I hadn't really paid attention before, 
her being Deanna's mom and all, but now it kind of gave 
me a kick to think she was interested in seeing me 
naked. I was checking her ass out later, and I think 
Deanna caught me doing it, so I quit, not wanting to be 
a spazz.

We had pizza, which was awesome since mom didn't order 
out much. Deanna had me laughing hard enough to snort 
coke up my nose, which caused her mom to laugh until she 
choked on her food. We were all giggling over almost 
laughing ourselves to death. Deanna gave her mom a kiss 
on the cheek good night, which made me miss mom really 
badly for a moment.

I pulled out a big t-shirt when we went to her room and 
slipped it on over my panties in the bathroom. Deanna 
was doing the same when I came back in, and didn't say 
anything as she slipped out of her clothes before 
putting it on. I was a little happy to see her breasts 
were no bigger than mine, sad to say. 

It really aggravated me that total skanks at school 
could have great breasts, and all I had was two little 
pimples. Mom just smiled when I said it, and she really 
made them... uh no. Deanna was my height and just as 
skinny, making us look a lot alike most times, but her 
hair was much lighter. She had boy cut panties like mom 
had, something I had really developed a weird fetish 
for. 

I had looked that up, fetish, after I heard one of the 
girls at school saying her boyfriend had a fetish for 
cumming on her tits. Eww. "What caused that face?" 
Deanna said as she hopped on the bed cross legged. I did 
the same and said, "Remembering when Kim said her 
boyfriend had a fetish. It was gross." Deanna giggled 
loudly and said, "The tits thing?" then giggled again I 
curled my nose up and said, "Yeah, god that sounded 
disgusting."

"Just think," Deanna said with another embarrassed 
giggle, "one day you'll be giving your husband head 
every day." 

"The hell!" I said. "He'll be giving me head every day." 

Then we both started laughing. Deanna's mom poked her 
head in, then smiled at the two of us laughing and 
giggling on the bed before saying, "What's so funny?" 
that got us both almost hysterical as we stuttered and 
couldn't come up with an answer. Mrs. C. got that 
knowing look that mom got now when I was too embarrassed 
to say something, and she said, "Oh, one of those 
things," she grinned then and said, "Well, no sneaking 
boys in the window." 

I laughed again when Deanna said, "Aw mom, then what are 
we going to do tonight?" 

Mrs. C. laughed as she shut the door, saying, "Sorry 
Deanna, just girls tonight." We calmed down after a 
while and laid on the bed talking. Her mom had the same 
restrictions on her internet that my mom did, so it 
hardly seemed worth going online. She had a bigger bed 
than I did, and needed to ask her what it was, because 
it was nice not having to feel squished in. I had 
thought about having mom do...uh no, not thinking that.

We kind of drifted to sleep with the light on about an 
hour later. I was laying on my back and having a half 
dream about spanking mom when I woke myself up, the 
excitement pushing me to cum. I was seriously 
embarrassed to see Deanna leaning up on her elbow 
watching me with a raised eyebrow. Hell, I hoped I 
hadn't said anything, and I could tell my panties were 
wet. Mom thought it was awesome how much I came, but it 
was a real pain right now.

I put my hand over my eyes and said, "What?"

"What do you mean what," Deanna whispered. "Holy shit, 
you just had a wet dream Amber. God it looked hot." I 
peeked at her from under my fingers and said, "It's 
embarrassing, quit staring at me." She giggled, getting 
a nervous giggle back from me as she pulled on my arm 
until I uncovered my eyes. I knew it drove mom crazy 
when I did that when I was embarrassed, but it was 
almost impossible to stand having someone looking at me 
when I was embarrassed.

"No way girl," she said. "I've never had a wet dream 
before. You have got to tell me about it or I'll go 
crazy. Hell, I thought only boys did that." Now I really 
blushed, trying to keep from hiding again as I said, "No 
way. God, I can't believe that happened, I'm such a 
spazz" Deanna got a serious look and said "No really, I 
think it's awesome. I'd love to be able to do that. I've 
never had an orgasm, and here you are having one in your 
sleep. It's not fair." 

I giggled again at the offended tone, but then realized 
what she had said, 'Never?" I asked in surprise Now she 
looked embarrassed, looking down as she said, 
"Well...no. I've never dated, and I know everyone 
watches porn on the internet, but I don't." Now she kind 
of looked a little mad as she said, "How the hell are 
you supposed to find anything out if your mom blocks 
everything?" That got a surprised giggle again, causing 
her to give me an offended look, then she giggled 
herself at my expression. 

"What?" she said.

"Nothing," I laughed. "It's just, my mom has the same 
thing, it really pisses me off sometimes." We laughed 
for a minute at the thought of how mean our moms were 
because they wouldn't let their sweet daughters watch 
porn.

Deanna gave me a questioning look and said, "Can 
you...like, cum when you're awake?"

"Well yeah," I said.

"Oh," she replied, looking down thoughtfully, before 
saying "By...well by yourself?" she blushed the last 
part.

I gave her a questioning look and said, "What, you think 
I'm boinking some guy? Of course by myself. Don't try to 
tell me you don't masturbate."

She giggled, then shrugged and said, "Well yeah, of 
course, but...well, I've never really had an orgasm. 
It'll feel sort of nice, but nothing like what I just 
saw you do."

I covered my face again and said, "God. My friend is a 
peeping tom. I can't believe you watched that." That got 
a full on giggle fest going, but she returned to the 
subject when we stopped by saying, "Tell me Amber. Come 
on, were friends right? How do you do that?"

I was tempted to put a pillow over my face, but I 
remembered how frustrated I was before, so I said 
"Well...well, you just, you know, have sexy thoughts 
about someone, then sort of, you know" I whispered the 
last part "touch yourself" She looked so much like me 
that I almost laughed, her eyes distant as she pursued 
her lips in thought. "Yeah...that doesn't work" she said 
thoughtfully "I try to think of having guys do stuff, 
but it doesn't really work" I nodded to myself, kind of 
picturing what she meant. I was doing the same thing, 
picturing a boy because it was wrong to do anything 
else.

"Well..." I said thoughtfully "What about when you're 
not trying? What gets you hot during the day?" She 
blushed, almost making me nod as I realized she did look 
just like me when mom asked. I could see what her 
problem was.

When she didn't say anything I said "Well, what is it? 
You want me to tell you, you have to tell me" She laid 
back and put her hand over her face as she mumbled 
"Well...it's the...well, you know..." she trailed off, 
then whispered, "Gym teacher."

I almost giggled, but held it back. Ms. Teller was the 
gym teacher, and she was hot. I had the hots for my 
teacher, and she had the hots for the gym teacher. Ms. 
Teller was really tall, with big boobs, and was super 
fit. I could get behind wanting some of that.

"Ok," I said matter-of-factly, "I can see that, she's 
hot. So that's who you think about" Deanna turned her 
head to look at me in surprise to say "But, 
she's...well...a she" I did giggle then and said "No! 
Really? Was it the big boobs that gave it away?" We both 
got to giggling again, and she relaxed a little.

"You don't think that's bad?" Deanna asked quietly

"Nah," I said "It's a crush. We get them and it doesn't 
mean we're all lesbian or something" "Oh," she said. 
"You think about...well girls?"

"Sure" I said truthfully "I was actually dreaming about 
one, but I'm not going to tell you who it was, so don't 
ask."

"Oh," she muttered again. 

We laid there for a while as she thought about it, then 
she said, "That's good, I was afraid I was...well, gay 
or something." 

I leaned up on my elbow to look at her seriously and 
said, "It wouldn't bother me if you were Deanna, but 
we're only fourteen for christ's sake, we haven't even 
dated. It's probably too early to decide that, at least 
until you've been on a date." 

"I guess," she said slowly, "you don't think... mas-
masturbating while thinking about girls will make you 
gay?"

I giggled and said, "If so, I'm going to be so gay one 
day."

She laughed out loud, then covered her mouth as she 
turned to face me, laughing hard enough to cry. I had 
never had this much fun with a friend before, even if it 
was about embarrassing stuff. We laid there for a while, 
sort of chatting sleepily, when she said "how do 
you...you know...do it?" I blinked awake and looked at 
her hard, realizing for the first time that she might be 
pushing for something. It seemed silly now after talking 
about masturbating and lesbian crushes, but it hadn't 
occurred to me that she might want to do some stuff.

"It's hard to explain Deanna," I said, "it's not hard, 
but it's something you get one day, then always know how 
to do."

"Oh," she said softly, "I've been, well trying for a 
long time."

I leaned up on my elbow again and looked at her. She 
gave me a quizzical grin until I said "I can show you if 
you promise not to hate me or think I'm weird," she 
blinked, then said, "Well, I wouldn't think that anyway, 
but how would showing me do anything?"

"I could do to you what I do to myself, then you'll 
understand and be able to do it," I said softly.

"Oh," she said slowly. "Really? You would do that for 
me?"

I shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess if it will help"

She didn't say anything for a moment, then said, "I'd 
like you to do it, and I promise I won't hate you."

Thinking for a moment, I finally nodded and slid over 
and told her, "Lay on your side and close your eyes." 

Putting an arm over her, letting my hand rest on her 
stomach, I propped my head up so it was next to hers. 
"I'll describe a sexy scene, then touch you as I do it. 
Just relax and picture what I'm saying. If you cum, do 
it quietly, I don't want your mom to wake up."

She nodded eagerly, then waited with her eyes closed.

"Ms. Teller has you stay after school one day, wanting 
to talk with you about your grades and effort in class. 
She leads you to her office and shuts and locks the door 
when you go in. She's wearing her gym outfit, those 
tight shorts and that blue t-shirt that shows her tits." 
I start rubbing Deanna's stomach, sort of sliding the t-
shirt up as I do it.

"She has you stand in front of her as she looks up at 
you from her chair and tells you that you need to work 
harder if you want better grades. You tell her yes ma'am 
and ask what you need to do. Ms. Teller leans forward 
and puts her hand on your hip and asks if you're willing 
to do some extra credit work." 

My hand sort of slides under the t-shirt to start 
stroking her skin, getting a soft sigh from her. "When 
you nod, her hand runs down and strokes your ass for a 
moment," I say, as I do that, letting my hand touch her 
ass, then slide around to rest on her belly button. 

"You can see Ms. Teller's nipples through her t-shirt as 
she asks if you're willing to do anything she says. When 
you say yes, her hand moves to your front and cups your 
pussy." Deanna moaned harshly as my hand slid down and 
cupped her. Her panties were damp already, so I figured 
she would manage an orgasm tonight.

"Her hand sort of massages your pussy through your 
shorts as she watches you, then she asks if she can do 
anything to you. When you nod, she stands up and moves 
behind you, cupping your breasts as she kisses your 
neck." I do both, sliding my hand up to squeeze her 
breast, and planting a soft kiss on her neck. Deanna is 
panting quickly, letting out another moan as my hand 
squeezes her. "Ms. Teller slides her hand down, then 
slips it into your shorts and panties, then you feel her 
fingers touch your wet pussy lips." I do the same, 
slipping my hand into her panties and letting a finger 
slide between her soaked outer lips.

Deanna came at that point, letting out a quiet, but high 
pitched whistling sound. Her pussy did like mine and 
squirted my hand as she pushed her pussy against it. I 
held her tight as she groaned a little louder as she 
squirted again and her body sort of undulated against 
me. She was gasping when it was over, letting out little 
moans every now and then. 

I let her lay back, and began licking my fingers clean 
as she watched. She tasted really good, sort of like me. 
Mom tasted totally different, but I really loved how she 
tasted...uh better not go there.

When I was done I laid down next to her, watching as she 
sort of panted for a while, then I must have fallen 
asleep.

I grimaced when I woke up and realized the room smelled 
like sex, but there wasn't anything I could do about 
that. Deanna was smiling at me, and said when I opened 
my eyes, "Wow, that was great, thanks."

I shrugged and said, "Sure. It was fun, and you sure 
make a mess."

We kind of staggered out of bed and looked at the mess 
we had made. She shrugged like I had and said, "Mom's 
already at work, so we have a couple of hours to clean 
up."

"Work?" I asked, surprised she worked on Saturday. 
Deanna looked a little sad and said "Yeah, when dad died 
three years ago, mom went back to work. It was pretty 
hard at first, but she says if she makes VP this year, 
she can spend more time with me."

"Wow," I said, "that sucks."

"Yeah," she shrugged. "I feel bad for mom, and try to 
help, but she's been working sixty hour weeks for the 
last year. I offered to get a job, but she just cried 
and hugged me."

I nodded, picturing what she meant. Mom would have done 
the same thing. "You think she'll get married again?" I 
asked.

Deanna got the strangest look and said, "No...no I don't 
think so."

When I raised an eyebrow she blushed and looked down for 
a moment, then said, "Well...you know I asked 
about...you know, being a lesbian?"

I shrugged and nodded.

"Well, I saw...well mom and...a...a woman...sort 
of...well kissing one night. So wondered if I might 
be...well..." then she petered out.

I shook my head and said "I don't think it works like 
that. Your mom might just be having sex with a woman 
because it's nicer or something. She had you, so she 
must be ok with guys. It's probably just that she gets 
horny and doesn't want to deal with guys." Deanna 
giggled, then said, "How did you get so wise all of a 
sudden." 

I grinned and said, "My Aunt Jes is gay, and I didn't 
know it until recently. My mom tried to explain how it 
works like that sometimes and how it might take a while 
to figure out." 

"Wow, really?" Deanna said. "That's so cool that you can 
talk about that."

"Yeah," I said softly. "Mom is the best." When we 
stripped down she saw my shaved pussy and got bug-eyed. 
I shrugged it off, but could tell she really wanted to 
know why I had it like that. I told her to look around 
the gym showers one day, half the girls were shaved.

"Why?" she asked.

I gave her an intent look, trying to force her to think 
about it. She really was innocent about things because 
she was totally lost. I sighed and said, "No hair to get 
in your... teeth," I mumbled She blinked in surprise, 
then stared at my pussy for a moment. That got her to 
blush when she realized I was watching her. 

"Sorry...sorry," she mumbled, "it's just... just not 
something, something I thought you... you know... had 
done." I looked at her seriously, trying to decide what 
to say, finally pulling her down on the bed to sit as I 
said, "Will it bother you if I had?"

She looked at me for a moment, before she realized what 
I meant, and I could tell by her expression she was hurt 
that I even thought that. "No, of course not." 

"It's hard to tell, and I don't want you hating me," I 
said, "but I've had, well sex with... you know... a 
girl."

"Oh" Deanna breathed softly. "Oh my god!" she muttered. 
Then looked at me, "Here I've been worried you would 
hate me if I said I liked girls, and you were worried I 
would hate you." Then she giggled I had to laugh to. And 
we did that for a little while until Deanna said, "Would 
you... can we... I mean..." She was blushing fiercely, 
but I could see her nipples standing up and realized 
what she was asking. 

I canted my head at her, wondering if it would be wrong. 
"Do things together?" I asked.

She nodded quickly, then looked down again. "I don't 
really want to have a girlfriend Deanna, I'd rather be 
friends." That got her to look up quickly as she said, 
"Oh, no...I don't want to be like that. I just wanted 
to... well, do it with someone, you know."

I looked at her for a moment, then leaned in and gave 
her a kiss. 

She didn't react until I was about to pull back, then 
she put her hand on the back of my head and kissed me 
back. I don't think she had ever kissed anyone like 
that, but really got into it. When my tongue moved 
between her lips she jerked a little, then leaned in and 
opened her lips. After a while she started using hers to 
taste me back. 

When I leaned back her face was flushed and her pupils 
were dilated. Her lips were a little swollen from all 
the kissing, but she was panting with excitement. 

"Shower," I said, holding out my hand She nodded, taking 
my hand and letting me lead her to it. I stopped in 
front of the sink and stood behind her as I pulled her 
t-shirt off. She looked at us as I leaned in and let my 
hands reach around and begin caressing her stomach and 
breasts. 

They were just as small as mine, but really nice feeling 
in my hands. We both were still covered with our own 
cum, so when she was moaning softly, I stopped and 
stripped before stepping into the tub. I waved for her 
to do the same, admiring the wispy blonde hair around 
her pussy as she did so. 

With the shower started I took the gel and began using 
my hands to wash her clean. When I ran a finger down her 
ass crack, she squealed, then let out a loud groan. I 
lathered and rinsed her pussy clean, then turned her to 
face me. I gave her a kiss, then slid to my knees in 
front of her as she gasped, then pushed my face into her 
pussy. 

She squealed again in shock, but that very quickly 
turned to loud moans as my tongue moved between her 
lips. I wanted to do this quickly since I didn't know 
what time her mom would be home and it was Saturday. Mom 
would be waiting. I groaned at the thought. I did 
everything mom had taught me, licking and probing, 
sliding my tongue along her clit, but didn't use any 
fingers. 

Deanna lasted all of two minutes before putting one hand 
on the wall and the other on my head and came. She let 
out a long yell of yes, and squirted my face and mouth. 
I did like mom and swallowed what I could, but kept my 
lips lightly on her clit. She continued a surprising 
amount of time before sliding to a sitting position in 
front of me. 

I kissed her, letting her taste herself, then helped her 
to her feet and said, "That's what it's like. I have to 
get home, but we can do that whenever you want." She was 
smiling in a dazed fashion, but helped wash me, paying 
special attention to my breasts and ass. Mom picked me 
up at nine, and I was ready to go, breasts very clean, 
and Deanna looking very bright eyed. I was starting to 
get twitchy, trying to keep my mind off things. 

I gave Deanna a hug when I left and she whispered, 
"Thanks," in my ear before I left.

I moaned when I got in the car to see mom wearing a 
loose white blouse with no bra, and a short skirt. She 
gave me that grin she gets when she knows I'm excited. 
"Saturday," she said with a smile. I was already panting 
heavily, staring at her as I tried to decide what I 
wanted to do. 

I really wanted to dive across the seat and run my hands 
and mouth and pussy all over her, somehow fucking, 
licking, fondling and getting licked at the same time. I 
slid in next to her and buckled in with shaking hands, 
turning toward her as we pulled away.

"Are we?" I mumbled.

"Anything," she said in that way that drove me 
absolutely crazy. 

I put a shaking hand on her thigh, grunting as I tried 
to hold myself together. I half closed my eyes as I 
moved it up to hold her breast, then clenched tight as I 
pictured opening her shirt and sucking on her breast as 
we drove. 

I was squeezing my legs together as I slid my hand in 
her blouse, letting out a sob of excitement as she 
whispered, "anything." 

I was actually crying a little when we pulled into the 
garage, then popped her seat belt and grabbed her legs 
to pull them toward me. I was growling and sobbing as I 
flipped her skirt up to see her shaved pussy. I froze as 
an orgasm tried to swell out of me, but I stayed like 
that for a moment, then wrapping my hands around her 
thighs, dove into her pussy. I was licking like crazy in 
seconds, thinking about how it was mine today. 

I could do this anytime, anywhere. When she came, I came 
too, screaming into her pussy as my own spasmed and 
surged. I was still mumbling and licking when it 
quieted, and eventually pulled up and away. She was 
sprawled against the door, her legs up and skirt bunched 
on her waist. Her eyes were looking very satisfied, but 
I could see her breasts pressing against the shirt and 
really wanted to feel them.

We managed to get out and into the house, but I had to 
hold her in front of me, groping and squeezing her 
breasts, thinking about what to do. God...god I wanted 
to do everything. I realized after a moment that I was 
grinding my pussy against her ass, and couldn't stand it 
anymore. 

Grabbing her hand I said, "Come on. Now... now mom." She 
was laughing a little as I pulled her into the bedroom 
and pushed her face down on the bed. I had to close my 
eyes and moan at the sight of her ass sticking up, 
waiting for me. I pulled out the bigger dildo, my hands 
shaking so much I could hardly hold it.

When it was on, I staggered back to the bed and dropped 
to my knees behind her. I leaned forward and pushed her 
skirt up, then pushed my face against her ass, my tongue 
sliding into her crack. I stayed like that until I could 
control myself, my hands clenched on her ass cheeks as 
my tongue pushed into her asshole. I was holding myself 
together again, grunting at the effort to keep the 
orgasm back. I hated that I couldn't last longer. I 
would have so many things I wanted to do, then end up 
having a couple of overwhelming orgasms and pass out.

Sliding my face up slowly, I sort of crawled up her 
back, kind of balancing myself between lust and control. 
When I was panting into her ear, I reached back to put 
the cock against her pussy. She said, "Fuck me baby, 
fuck me hard." 

Damn her, she knew what that did to me. I screamed no 
again as I came, feeling my juices against my own hand 
where it was holding the cock. I collapsed against her 
back, whimpering as I sort of humped against her. The 
way my pussy spasmed was almost painful sometimes, my 
ass clenching tight as I seemed to try and push my whole 
body out of my cunt.

I was really panting against her now, a little tired and 
dazed. I groaned and wiped some drool off my lips as I 
reached down again to push the cock back into place. As 
I pushed it in, to the sound of her loud moan, I said 
"I'm going to fuck you mom" Then I did. I started slow, 
but quickly built up. After a minute or so, I leaned up 
and put my hands on her hips, watching as my cock 
slipped in and out of her pussy. 

I realized after a moment that I was staring at it, 
drool running down my lip as I mumbled some weird shit. 
I shook my head and gave a growl as I reached up to grab 
her hair. I tried to remember to not be too rough, but 
it was hard. I wanted to pummel her, drag her down and 
rape her, use her until she screamed. Mine to use. 
Anything. 

I was screaming 'Anything' as I slammed my hips into 
hers, then just screamed as she came, bending her head 
back farther and thrashing against me. I totally 
exploded out my own pussy. I saw everything turn white 
as my whole body pulsed with incredible pleasure, so 
intense it was painful in some way. When I came around 
mom was looking down at me, her eyes a little worried, 
but they smiled when I mumbled, "what...what happened?"

She leaned down to lick my lips until I focused on her, 
then she said "You had the world's strongest orgasm 
baby" Her finger pushed the hair out of my eyes as she 
looked at me with envy and said, "God, I wish I came 
like that." I forced myself to move, afraid I would fall 
asleep and miss the whole day. She smiled that smile 
that said she knew what I was thinking and helped me sit 
up.

We stumbled to the shower, my second, and washed 
ourselves off. It was weird, but it made me hotter for 
mom to have clothes on than to be naked. I knew she 
would have an explanation, but I wasn't really 
interested in why. 

She put on a t-shirt and tight little running shorts, 
and those white socks. I groaned when she walked into 
the kitchen wearing them, making her giggle. It honestly 
made her happy I think how excited I got looking at her. 
I couldn't imagine anyone not. God she looked good. Her 
ass was to die for, and she had a flat stomach and 
tight, mid-sized breasts...uh yeah.

I didn't say anything while we had lunch salads, getting 
into kind of a daze as she moved around, then sat across 
from me.

"How was the night at Deanna's?" she asked.

Yeah, I'd forgotten about that. She would probably get a 
kick out of hearing about it, but I wanted to tell her 
in just the right way.

I stood up and said, "Let's go to the living room and 
I'll tell you."

She laughed at my look, then walked ahead of me, giving 
her ass a little extra sway, making me start getting wet 
as I thought about it.

When we got to the living room, I sat on the couch and 
had her stand in front of me, the shorts hiding her 
sweet pussy and ass. I was breathing heavily as I 
reached up and put my hands on the tops of the shorts. 
She was looking down at me, her mouth open slightly as 
she panted a little in excitement. Looking down again, I 
gently slid her shorts down until they were bunched just 
below her pussy. 

The sight of her standing there with her shorts pulled 
down like that made me moan in need. Oh my god it looked 
so hot. It looked so innocent, but hot and sexy at the 
same time. I let a hand slide around and slip between 
the top of the shorts and her ass. I closed my eyes and 
grunted at the picture. 

I stayed like that for a moment, but it was mom's moan 
that brought me out of it. I took my hands down and 
patted my lap. It was so freaking hot to see her shuffle 
around, her pants pulled down and her ass sticking out. 
When she laid across my lap I almost came. I would have 
been so pissed if I had. I let my hand rest on her ass 
cheeks as I regained my composure.

I stroked her ass for a couple of minutes, then said "I 
had a wet dream about you last night and Deanna realized 
it. She didn't know what it was about, but she watched 
me cum" My hand rose, then descended with a slap on her 
tight ass cheeks. She squealed, then panted in 
excitement. I let my hand stroke her wet pussy every now 
and then as I talked. 

"She had never had an orgasm and she ended up asking me 
the same questions I asked you," I said slowly. "Turns 
out she has the hots for Ms. Teller, the gym teacher." 
My hand came down with another slap. I squeezed her ass 
cheek, then let my hand slide down and begin stroking 
her pussy. 

She was dripping wet now, making me shake a little with 
excitement. My hand would touch the bunched up shorts as 
it did it.

"We talked for quite a while, then she asked if I would 
show her how to have an orgasm." 
Spank!

This time I turned my hands slightly and slipped a 
finger in her. I began pushing it in and out as I spoke. 
"I held her like you do me, and told her a story about 
her and Ms. Teller. She came in just a couple of minutes 
and squirted all over my hand." 

Spank!

Mom gave a soft scream as her ass cheeks tensed up. When 
my hand slipped back down she was really running with 
juice.

"This morning, she saw my pussy was shaved and asked 
why." I shoved a second finger in her and started 
pushing harder as I said, "I told her it was because 
people wouldn't get hair in their teeth." 

Spank!

Mom arched up, clenching tight as she grunted hard. I 
could tell just by the sound she was fighting to hold 
off an orgasm. I imagine she knew the sounds I made now 
too. When I slipped my fingers back in her she made a 
funny mewing sound, sort of like a cat, but her whole 
body was shaking and clenched tight. 

"I told her I had sex with a girl, but not who. She 
really liked that." I was pushing into her hard and 
fast, listening to her make fast panting noises. When 
she was reaching a peak I said, "She asked if we could 
have sex too," then I gave mom a good slap on her rock 
tight ass. She came with a yell and some serious juice 
dripping onto my legs. I slapped her again after a 
second, getting her to really scream in excitement, then 
begin sobbing as her hips sort of humped me. 

When she had calmed down, her face lying sideways on the 
couch, her eyes half closed, I slipped out from under 
her, and looked down at her beautiful ass. It was half 
hanging off the couch, the shorts still pulled down. I 
dropped to my knees behind her and slipped the shorts 
down and off. 

She just laid there, panting like she had just been 
running. When they were off, I knelt to the side of her 
and stroked her ass for a moment, then leaned in to lick 
her ass cheeks. I eventually let my tongue slide to her 
crack, then her asshole. I brought my hand up and slowly 
slid a finger in her.

"Oh god... oh god baby," she muttered.

"What can I do?" I asked softly as I slipped a second 
finger in her.

"A-anything," she moaned just as softly.

My tongue moved back to her asshole and I began pushing 
it in as my fingers began thrusting faster. When I had 
my tongue in a little ways, I added a third finger to 
her pussy, getting her to sob loudly and begin mumbling, 
"Oh... uh... oh god... Amber... oh jesus," continuously 
between grunts and sobs I was tongue fucking her ass 
when I slipped the fourth finger in, my hand sliding 
deep into her, making me think I might fit the whole 
thing one day, but not today. 

She was making screeching noises and thrusting her hips 
back at me as I fucked her with my hand and tongue. When 
she came, she clamped down hard on my tongue and hand. I 
let my hand stop and just slowly flex, but kept moving 
my tongue. It was one of her best so far. She screamed 
loudly into the cushion, then again as she threw her 
head back. She actually gave me a small squirt on the 
second scream, then just made a continuous series of uh-
uh sounds as her pussy kept gushing.

She was actually crying softly when I pulled my hand out 
and slid her up to lie on the couch. I sat on the floor 
by her head and kissed her softly to see if she was ok. 
She eventually returned the kisses and said "Oh my god 
baby, that was so good, so fucking good" I giggled at 
the way she sounded, but moved back to look down at her. 
I was really hot from the whole thing, but in surprising 
control for me. I wanted her ass I thought as I looked 
down at it, but I didn't...oh hell.

I slipped my shorts off and straddled her ass, pressing 
my pussy against her sexy ass. Leaning forward, I let 
myself lie on top of her, then began fucking her ass 
with my pussy. It was only minutes before I was 
thrusting and grunting, mom's body being pushed forward 
and back as I rode her ass. 

I pushed up, my hands on her shoulders, my pussy 
grinding down on her ass when I came. I didn't make a 
sound as I came across her ass cheeks, my cum spraying 
her ass and dripping down to cover her pussy. It was so 
completely, totally fucking hot, that I almost died 
while I did it.

Mom woke me up when she slid out from under me, then 
turned to cuddle me close. Kissing my cheek softly as 
she said, "Love you kiddo."

She eventually managed to get me up into the shower. We 
both were a mess, totally covered in cum. It was amazing 
how drenched mom was.

After we dried off we went to lie in bed, but I asked 
her to put her panties on, and she did with that grin of 
hers. They looked so hot on her, highlighting her ass so 
well. I was still drifting from the sex earlier, so I 
just had her lay next to me so I could fondle her a 
little as we talked. "Did you and Deanna end up having 
sex?" she asked, making me smile a little at the thought 
that it was her that missed the end of the story this 
time. 

I nodded and said, "We made out a little, then I gave 
her head in the shower. We didn't really have time for 
anything else." 

We laid there quietly for a little bit as I stroked her 
stomach softly, then I said, "She thought she might be 
gay because she saw her mom making out with a woman." 
Mom giggled a little at that, then said, "I hope not, 
because you wouldn't have a chance baby." 

I giggled too, then said, "I think her mom was looking 
at my ass while we were there." That got mom to turn 
slightly and give me a mom look before saying, "Did it 
bother you?" Her tone made me smile a little because it 
was so protective. 

I would never have noticed before how often she did 
that, but now it was obvious she was getting the claws 
out. She stroked my face lightly as I smiled, but I 
said, "No. I liked it." She nodded and pulled me in a 
little to snuggle me. I eventually said, "Would it be 
wrong if I did something with someone older? Is it ok 
that I'm having sex with Deanna?"

Mom didn't say anything for a while, then said, "No, 
nothing wrong with it. It's really about why you do it. 
If you feel threatened or used, then it's bad," she 
looked at me and said, "Please tell me if you ever feel 
that way with anyone."

I nodded quickly so she said "Otherwise...as long as you 
enjoy it, and you're not hurting someone, it's fine. 
You'll want to be careful with people your own age more 
than someone older. Teenagers can be cruel, and you 
don't want them to decide you're different enough to 
attack"

The thought seemed to bother mom, because she hugged me 
a little, then said, "In fact, I guess I would prefer it 
if you were with older women," her voice changed a 
little, and she sounded playful as she said "but that 
doesn't mean I want you out seducing women"

I giggled at the picture, and she kissed my cheek at the 
sound. 

"Would it... bother you?" I asked hesitantly.

She turned me to face her and said seriously, "I love 
you honey. No matter what, I'll love you. Even if we 
stop this, I'll love you. I promise to never be jealous 
of your lovers," then she got a look and said, "does it 
bother you if I do." 

I giggled at that and said, "No way. You're hot mom; I 
bet you have sex a lot." That got one of her full out 
laughs and she did that thing where she kisses all over 
my face for a while. Then she got a little serious and 
began really kissing me.

The orgasm was incredible.

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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