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Amber - 6
by Tater tot (totishtater@gmail.com)

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Amber takes the fun to new level with her friend. (FFF, 
inc, oral, anal)

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PART 6

I had told mom about what Mrs. C. and I had done, and I 
had gotten to finger her to an orgasm while I did it. I 
told her I would tell her if she let me, so I really 
dragged the story out, making it last as long as 
possible. Mom's expression was incredible when she came. 
Being mom, she gave me head because I was so horny, then 
held me and talked after.

"So she's your slave now," Mom giggled.

I smiled and snuggled back against her and said, "I 
guess. It really made her hot I think, and I liked it a 
lot."

"You going to do it again?" she asked.

"I wanted to, do you think it would be bad?" I asked her

"No," she said thoughtfully, "they sound a lot like us 
really, so I don't think it will cause any problems if 
you're having sex with both of them."

I thought about that for a little while, then said, 
"I'll tell Mrs. C. that I'm doing it for fun and if she 
ever feels bad to let me know. Should I tell them about 
the other?"

Mom gave me a quick kiss for the first part, then 
thought for a while about the other. "You can decide I 
think. It might get them excited, or weird them out. You 
should be able to tell when you're with them."

"Yeah," I said slowly, "I think it would really get Mrs. 
C. hot, but I'll think about Deanna some more."

It was Friday again when I went to spend the night at 
Deanna's. I was also spending Saturday with them because 
mom had to do a business thing overnight. She promised 
me extra time to make up for it, but it was going to be 
hard. We actually did have work to do, so it wasn't like 
it was some weird sex visit. 

I was cool with Mrs. C., just saying hi and talking like 
normal. She was a bit restrained at first, but when she 
saw I wasn't going to be a spazz, she went back to 
acting normal. We had a lot of fun, doing our report 
first, then having dinner together. Her mom made 
spaghetti and meatballs, which turned out awesome. She 
seemed touched by the compliment, but hell, it was 
really good. 

When we all snuggled on the couch to watch a movie 
Deanna sort of began stroking my ass under the blanket, 
but I just let her, figuring it was her mom and she knew 
if it was a problem. When the movie was over Deanna and 
I headed up to her room, and she gave her mom a kiss on 
the cheek good night again. I shrugged and did the same, 
saying, "Thanks Mrs. C., this was a lot of fun." She 
blushed but just said she enjoyed it too.

When we got in Deanna's room, she stopped to shut the 
door, then turned to tackle me onto the bed. She was 
kissing me all over my face before reaching my lips and 
beginning to do some sloppy French kissing. I almost 
laughed, but just got my arms around her and slowed her 
down some to get her to do it a little more gently. She 
was laying on top of me, so I let her kiss me as I 
stroked her ass. She was moaning and gasping as she 
kissed, then really moaned when I slipped a hand inside 
her shorts and cupped her ass cheek.

"Oh god Amber," she panted into my ear, "I want you so 
bad."

I rolled her over and leaned down to begin kissing her 
in a serious fashion. She put her arms around me as I 
worked, panting harshly, then really moaning when I put 
a hand on her breast. I stopped long enough to unbutton 
her shirt, then leaned down to suckle at her small 
breasts. I know what mom does to mine, and it makes me 
feel great, even if they are small. I cupped them, 
stroked them, tweaked them, then used my mouth to do the 
same thing. 

When I slipped a hand into her shorts, it was too much 
and she came with a short yell. We were lying like that, 
her hand on my head as I sucked on a tit, one of my 
hands slipped into her pants when her mom opened the 
door. I froze, causing Deanna to look up, gasping from 
the orgasm, when she saw what it was. "S...sorry mom. 
Didn't m...mean to make so much noise" she said, "Ok 
honey." Mrs. C. said a little breathlessly, "Have fun."

Have fun?

I leaned up and looked at Deanna, my hand still over her 
pussy. I slipped a finger between her pussy lips as I 
said, "Have fun?"

Deanna giggled, then moaned and arched her hips up as my 
finger slipped in slightly. She was super tight, so I 
didn't think we would be having any hard finger action 
tonight. 

"Mom, uh... knows we wanted to... to have sex," Deanna 
panted, "she would rather I did this... than with... uh, 
god... a boy." 

I shrugged and slipped down to slide her shorts off. 
Holy shit, she was shaved. I gave her an evil grin as I 
slid up and plastered my mouth to her pussy. She was 
totally crazy as I worked. She had her hands spread wide 
grabbing the sides of the bed as she moaned and shouted, 
tossed her hips around, and generally made me ride her 
like a bronco. 

I started with some tongue action, licking her lips, 
then deeper, then finding her clit. She only lasted 
about ten minutes before she came with a short scream, 
and some serious squirting.

I crawled up to kiss her until she came down from the 
orgasm, then held her as we talked.

"God Amber," she said, "that was freaking awesome"

I giggled and said, "Why thank you Deanna."

That got a laugh from her and she said, "I want to do 
that to you, but you'll have to show me. I wanted to 
remember what you did, but I kind of lost track." That 
got us both giggling so hard I was almost sick for a 
moment. She didn't do any build up, just slid down to 
work on my pussy. We could work on that later since I 
was already wet. It was sweet the way she kissed my 
pussy for a while, then tentatively started licking. 

"Just explore," I said, "Have fun, that's how I 
learned."

"Omkay," she mumbled from my pussy, getting another 
giggle from me. 

"Don't talk with your mouth full," I said sternly, 
before going off into more laughter. She pinched my butt 
before returning to using her tongue to discover the 
secrets of a woman's pussy.

She was going to be really good soon, because she really 
enjoyed licking pussy. She was moaning as loudly as I 
was, her hands wrapped around my thighs as she sucked 
and licked. I had to tell her about using a bit of a 
rhythm to allow me to cum, but it was only another five 
minutes before I came with a yell, and sprayed her down 
good.

It was really hot doing this with someone my age. She 
was really enthusiastic and innocent about it. When she 
crawled up and we licked each other's faces for a while, 
I said, "It got kind of noisy, your mom won't be mad?"

"Nah," Deanna said. "She said you did this with her, so 
I imagine she's probably a little jealous."

I leaned up to look at her, a little nervous, but she 
just grinned and gave me a kiss before saying, "Hey, 
you're hot, and mom and I are honest with each other. 
She's had it rough for a while and I don't want to keep 
her from having fun if she can."

"Wow," I muttered. "You guys are great."

"You think so?" Deanna asked. "You don't think it's 
weird?"

I laughed and pinched her nipple before saying, "Hell 
no. I tell mom everything too, and she's the best ever."

"So she knows about mom and I," Deanna gasped, as my 
fingers stroked her nipples I slid down her body until I 
was over her pussy again and said, "Oh yeah, I don't 
like her to worry, and she said she'd I rather did this 
than mess around with kids from school. She said they 
can get pretty mean, but we both know that." 

I began licking, finding her already leaking a little. I 
wanted to see what I could do with a finger, so I licked 
until she was good and wet, then started sliding a 
finger in. Tight was the word, but as long as I didn't 
thrust or anything, I could get inside. She didn't have 
her hymen either, so I could push in all the way. 

I hadn't been paying attention, but she pretty quickly 
put her hands on my head and began making long drawn out 
moaning noises. I let my finger sit for a moment, 
licking her clit lightly, then curled my finger a 
little. She pushed her hips up and gave out a quavering 
cry of some kind, but held off the orgasm. 

It took a moment, but I found her sweet spot, happy to 
see her react when I touched it. Mom said not all women 
did, but Deanna sure did. I began working that spot and 
using my lips and tongue to slide through her lips and 
across her clit. Deanna was flopping around like crazy 
when her fingers clamped on my head and she came with a 
scream. A long one. A long and loud one. 

She hosed me down like crazy, and I had to slide my 
finger out to keep from breaking it as she bounced on 
the bed like she had been dropped. I held her hips and 
kept my lips on her until she was done, then slid up to 
hug her tight as she sobbed and sort of laughed 
hysterically at the same time.

It took about five minutes before she calmed down, then 
she just sort of collapsed and lightly stroked my face 
with her eyes half closed. "God Amber," she mumbled, 
"that was so good." I grinned and gave her a soft kiss. 
She stroked my face again and said, "Can you... would 
you do that for... for mom?"

I blinked, startled at what she had said, and she said, 
"Please, it would make her so happy." Had to think about 
that for a minute since it struck me as weird, but it 
wasn't really any different than coming over when Deanna 
wasn't home.

"You sure?" I asked.

She leaned up to kiss me and say, "Please."

I let my hand stroke her pussy as I got up, but she was 
fast asleep already. I giggled thinking about how I did 
that with mom and it made me so mad.

I wandered down the hall, then slid the bedroom door 
open to Mrs. C.'s room. She was on the bed rubbing her 
pussy with her eyes closed as I walked in. She didn't 
hear me, so I walked over and stood looking down. She 
was naked, her now shaven pussy being used hard by her 
hand as the other one squeezed a breast. I put my hand 
over hers, getting a short scream from her, then she 
just stared at me.

We stood like that for a moment, then I said, "I want 
your pussy Mrs. C."

She was staring like a deer in the headlights as I said 
"Put your hands over your head and hold the headboard" 
It was a spindle type headboard, so after she paused a 
second she could reach up and grab it easily, exposing 
her body perfectly. 

I let a hand trail up from her pussy to her breasts, 
then I played with them a while as I looked at her. 

"I'm going to lick your pussy now, and I want you to 
keep your hands up there."

She nodded convulsively as I slid between her legs. I 
breathed on her again, then let my tongue slide forward 
and begin tasting her very wet pussy lips. I took my 
time, savoring her flavor and the naughtiness of what we 
were doing. She was really tight, making me wonder when 
the last time she had real sex was. I pushed my tongue 
in and worked it around a while, then drew it out to 
slide it up and down. I put my hands around her hips and 
let my thumb push down over her clit as I worked. 

She was extremely hot, dripping cum almost from the 
first lick, and reaching an orgasm within a couple of 
minutes. Her legs pushed her hips up, and her hands 
tried to pull her to the top of the bed as she screamed 
my name and gushed juice until it dripped down her ass 
and pooled on the bed. 

When she calmed down I said, "Put your hands on your 
breasts and play with them while I play with your 
pussy."

She gave a sort of sob as she did that, and I turned 
back to her pussy. I slid down a little and brought my 
hand up and began sliding a finger in like I had with 
Deanna. Mrs. C. was not quite as tight as Deanna was, 
but it was tight. 

Mrs. C. was moaning constantly as I fingered her, and I 
was able to get a bit of thrusting action going for a 
while. When I had her almost ready to cum, I pulled my 
finger out and pushed the other one in to get it wet. 
When it was, I slid it down and through her ass cheeks 
to rest against her asshole. I was a tight angle, but 
she had her hips pushed up pretty high. 

When I began pushing in she yelled, "Oh god... oh 
jesus!" and sort of gushed a little, but held it back. 

"Don't cum yet," I whispered. I worked that finger into 
her ass, then began very slowly moving it in and out. 

Her hands were still on her breasts and her head was 
tilted way back as she let out high pitched moans and 
squeals as her whole body tightened up. I slowly slid 
the other finger back in and began stroking. It was less 
than a minute before she let go. It was almost a total 
repeat of Deanna's performance without the squirting. I 
pulled my fingers out as she came and just sucked on her 
pussy, riding her and licking mercilessly. 

When it ended she was crying softly, so I crawled up and 
said "Delicious, you can take your hands off my breasts" 
I leaned in and plundered her mouth for a while, then 
slid a finger in her mouth, leaning in to whisper, "Does 
it taste like two pussies?"

Mrs. C. moaned loudly and sucked hard. I left her to 
sleep, and crawled back in with Deanna. She was totally 
out, so I masturbated while I pictured getting home and 
tying mom to the bed before raping her ass. I came with 
some serious squirtage.

When I woke up, Deanna was already up, and came back in 
to pounce and give me a lot of kisses before saying "God 
that was awesome. You're like the queen of pussy eating" 
Then we both giggled our way to the shower, where she 
practiced until I came. 

Her mom was making breakfast, and just looked normal, so 
I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, "Good morning 
Mrs. C., it looks great, I'm starving."

"I have to go to the office for a couple of hours, but 
I'll be back by lunch," Mrs. C. said. Deanna had said 
her mom had to work a lot, and I felt bad for them.

"Ok mom, is there anything you want us to do, or at 
least me," Deanna said with a laugh. "I guess I 
shouldn't volunteer Amber to wash clothes or anything." 

Her mom laughed and said, "No honey, I don't think we 
need to bring in outside labor when we have you to do it 
all." 

"I really don't mind," I said, still eating. 

"Mom has to work today too, and I know how raunchy that 
is when you want to be home."

"Yes," Mrs. C. said sort of quietly, then shrugged and 
took her plate to the sink. "Sooner started, sooner 
done. I'll see you girls in a couple of hours."

I helped Deanna do the dishes, then I actually did do a 
load of laundry while Deanna vacuumed. I had just 
started the washing machine when she slipped in behind 
me and wrapped her arms around to grab my non-existent 
tits.

"I want to lick you right here," she said, then 
commenced to sliding my running shorts down, turning me 
to face her, then kneeling and started licking. I 
shrugged and went with it. 

She kept my shorts on for a moment, reminding of mom, 
making me extra hot, but then slipped them off so she 
could spread my legs. She was getting better and it only 
took ten minutes for me to give her a good cum. She 
licked me clean, then hopped up to share my taste with 
me. 

"Tastes good," she said as she let me go. 

I giggled then and said, "Non-fattening too."

That got us both laughing as we walked back to the 
living room. She spread a blanket over the couch, then 
had me sit on it. She straddled my lap and began kissing 
me softly. We made out for a while in a relaxed kind of 
way, then she leaned back and said, "I passed out last 
night. I was hoping to be awake when you came back from 
having sex with mom."

I reached up to pull her top off, then began massaging 
her breasts in an absent-minded way as I said, "Yeah, I 
thought about molesting you anyway, but figured I could 
wait."

"You should have woken me, I would have been happy to do 
the molesting. Mom said she didn't get a chance to do 
you," she giggled and said, "she said she passed out 
too. You could be like a sex burglar, sex every one into 
a coma, then rob the house."

I tweaked a nipple as we laughed, "You tell each other 
everything we do?" 

"Yeah," she said, then looked guilty and said, "Does it 
bother you? We can stop."

"No," I said, running my hands along her sides, "it just 
seemed kind of...intimate I guess."

Deanna looked kind of sad at that, then sighed and slid 
off me to sit beside me. "Honestly, do you think we're 
weird?"

I turned sideways to face her and took her hand before 
saying, "No Deanna. I think it's great, it's just not 
something I expect from other people." 

She looked pensive now and said, "I know what you mean, 
all those stupid skanks talking about their moms as if 
there doing them some great favor by being their kids. 
Most of them are too stupid to figure out having sex 
makes them pregnant, and they think anyone really wants 
them."

That came out really bitter and angry, so I squeezed her 
hand tight and said, "Hey, what's wrong?" 

A tear dripped out of her eye and she said, "Kathy 
Dernon called mom a dyke yesterday. You know that'll be 
all over school by Monday. It's not fair that a stupid 
slut like her can trash my mom and get away with it."

She was really crying now, so I pulled her to me and 
hugged her tight, not really sure what to say. If 
someone said something bad about mom I would probably go 
berserk, but I knew it would only make things worse. 

"I'm sorry she's a total douche," I said, "but I know 
your mom is awesome, and if she says anything to me I'll 
punch her in the face and tell everyone she was bullying 
me and I had to stand up for myself."

Deanna giggled, while still crying oddly enough. The 
girl laughed all the time, which should tell anyone who 
was interested what a great mom she had. Hell I was a 
fourteen year old girl and I could see that. She wiped 
her eyes then and said, "Anyway, being able to talk 
about this stuff is nice." 

She looked sideways at me and said, "I think it kind of 
excites her to listen to me talk about it, but I don't 
mind. I would do anything to make her happy. That's why 
I like that you do things for her since I can..." She 
sputtered out, then turned bright red before saying, "C-
can't see her getting...getting another girl friend."

So, I thought, that's what it is. I pulled her against 
me with her back to me and wrapped my arms around her. I 
kissed her neck softly for a while, then began massaging 
her breasts. I kissed and licked her neck and cheek as I 
began telling her about my first time with her mom. I 
took it slow and gave a lot of details, and eventually 
slipped a hand into her pants and began stroking her. 

By the time I reached the part where her mom came, she 
thrust her hips up until her body was straight as a 
board, then screamed out an orgasm that made it feel 
like she was peeing on my hand. 

When she collapsed back into my arm, I brought my hand 
up and let her lick it in a slow, languorous way. 

"Thank you," she whispered in a relaxed way.

I tapped her on the nose and said, "No sleeping. I want 
to do a sixty nine and I need a partner."

She regained her strength quickly and manhandled me to 
the bottom, stripped her shorts and mine off, before 
climbing on and thrusting her totally soaked pussy in my 
face. The shaved pussy looked really good, and I 
wondered if mine looked this good to mom. 

Hers and Mrs. C.s were more pronounced in a way, the 
lips larger. Deanna was tight and small looking, and it 
was fun running my tongue through her inner lips. I had 
to burrow my tongue in to get to her clit the way her 
legs were set, but I noticed her ass was available. 
Smiling a little I got a finger nice and juicy and 
introduced Deanna to having a finger in her ass.

She squealed loudly and tensed up when I pushed in, 
saying, "What the hell... oh jesus."

I chuckled and went back to licking her as she 
alternately tensed and relaxed. When I licked she would 
try to relax, then tense again as my finger slipped in a 
little farther. After a while she was really getting hit 
and miss about working on my pussy, so I slowed down and 
said, "Do you want me to keep fucking your ass with my 
finger?"

"Oh god," she mumbled, "yes... god yes!"

"Then make me cum," I said, in an authoritative voice. 

She dove in immediately, not even waiting long enough to 
reply. I kept my finger in her ass, but didn't move it 
as I relaxed and let her work. When I was getting close 
I let my finger start moving slowly, and my tongue push 
in and brush her clit. 

By the time I was coming, she was too, making it pretty 
awesome. My pussy was spurting as hers was spraying my 
face, making it almost seem like I was doing it to 
myself. 

We sort of collapsed, but both looked over when we heard 
a soft moan. Her mom was standing in the kitchen 
doorway, obviously having come in from the garage, and 
was staring at us in a mesmerized way. When I slid out 
from under Deanna, Mrs. C. sort of jerked and turned to 
go back into the kitchen. I stepped over and put my arms 
around her and whispered, "Stop."
 
She did stop, so I said, "Close your eyes," I waited, 
and she finally gave a soft sob and did. Leading her 
back to the living room, I had her stand in front of the 
lounge chair and whispered, "Don't open your eyes, enjoy 
this and let it be whatever you want it to be."

I pushed her back on the chair and knelt in front of 
her. I slid my hands up her skirt slowly, then took her 
panties down just as slowly. They were pretty wet 
already. "Don't open your eyes," I said, then stood up 
and turned to face Deanna. She was staring, mesmerized.

I walked over and leaned down to whisper, "This is 
between your mom and I, but you can watch." Giving her 
the panties, I whispered, "Hold these to your mouth and 
masturbate while I'm busy."

She moaned loudly, getting a soft moan from behind me. 
Turning, I went back and knelt in front of Mrs. C.. 
Leaning forward I whispered, "She needs to be punished, 
so I'm making her watch. You don't mind do you?"

Her whole hips thrust up a little, and she let out a 
hard grunt as her head went back. I groped her breasts 
as I said, "Do you?"

"N-No," she sobbed, "No."

I tweaked her nipples, then put my hands down to slide 
her skirt up and out of the way. Pushing her thighs 
apart, I leaned in and began kissing my way down, all 
the way to her pussy, then slid my tongue out and 
started enjoying her. She came in about one minute. The 
first time. I almost laughed when Deanna came with a 
yell about ten seconds later. After the first orgasm, I 
worked her close to another, then said, "Don't cum yet," 
before starting to use a finger. 

After a couple of minutes of Mrs. C. thrashing and 
making loud sobbing screams I leaned back and said, 
"Deanna, tell her when she can cum."

"Oh god!" Mrs. C. screamed, her whole body arching up as 
she fought off the orgasm. I pushed two fingers in and 
began thrusting as she sobbed and screamed all kinds of 
bad words before Deanna said, "You can cum mom."

Good lord I thought the woman was going into cardiac 
arrest. Her whole body seized and she let out a high 
pitched "Eeee!" sound, held it for a second, then her 
pussy shot a squirt of juice straight into my eyes. 

Twice. Her scream made me a little worried, until I had 
to hold on to keep her in the chair. When she was 
finished, she opened her eyes, sobbed something, then 
went out like a light. I turned to see Deanna on the 
couch with her feet up, legs spread, hand on her pussy 
and one holding the panties to her mouth. I walked over 
and kneeled in front of her, leaned in and said, "Lick 
my face clean." 

She did a lot of oh gods for a while, then transitioned 
to jesus and Amber as I pushed a finger into her pussy 
slowly, as I had her lick the fingers of my other hand 
clean. She squirted for me, then let me lead her to the 
bedroom to lay down.

When I got back to the living room I got Mrs. C. awake 
enough to move her to the couch, then I straddled her 
lap and kissed her until she was aware of me again. I 
leaned back some, her hands clasping my hips, and 
started massaging her breasts as I looked at her. I was 
trying to decide how to go about this.

Leaning in, I gave her a soft kiss, then leaned back to 
say, "I don't want to do anything to hurt you guys," I 
started.

"I like how you and I do things and I would like to keep 
doing them. Deanna wants me to make you happy, and you 
don't seem to mind me being with her," Mrs. C. was 
watching me, enjoying the feel of my hands on her 
beautiful breasts, but she looked kind of conflicted as 
she listened to me.

"Did you think what we just did was bad?" I asked.

She sighed and closed her eyes, moaning softly before 
saying "I watched the two of you, then sat in the chair 
and let you do what you did so well. I'm not enough of a 
hypocrite to say anyone was wrong" I leaned down to 
capture a nipple and suck on it for a moment, then 
leaned up to say "Do you want to keep this separate?"

Her hands were cupping my ass as my hands worked, and 
her head stayed back, eyes closed as she said, "No. I 
found it so fucking exciting. But...but, it...I'm her 
mother," I put my face against hers and kissed her neck 
as I said "Set boundaries. Fun time and normal times. 

Everything is forgotten and forgiven during fun time."

I went back to massaging her breasts again, really 
getting excited now myself. They were larger than moms, 
though not as firm. I focused on them for a while, 
stroking them, then licking and sucking as I dripped 
juices on her skirt. Her hands were stroking my back, 
her head back again, eyes closed as I worshipped at her 
tits. 

Then I got a little freaky. 

I'm not sure what drove me to it, but I was panting and 
moaning wildly as I slid her down on her back, grabbed 
her hair and pushed her head down, and began grinding my 
pussy against her breast. Her hands came up to grip my 
ass cheeks as I grunted and yelled bad words, then a 
minute later, soaked her breasts in my juices. 

When I looked down, she was wide eyed and massively 
excited, so climbed down and rolled her on her front, 
then climbed between her legs. I fondled her ass cheeks 
for a moment as she moaned into the cushions, then got 
her to slide her ass up, kneeling on the couch with her 
face in the cushions and her ass in the air. I lowered 
my face down until it was just above her ass, admiring 
all the pussy juice smearing it. 

I stuck my tongue out and slowly dragged it down the 
length of her ass crack until it hit her pussy. 

She gave a screeching kind of moan as I did it, then a 
harsh sob as I licked upwards and stopped at her 
asshole. "God Amber!" she moaned softly, then; "Uh... oh 
god!" she squealed as I pushed my tongue in. 

I began fucking her asshole with my tongue as she 
squealed and moaned, begging me to do something I 
couldn't make out. My tongue was beginning to get tired 
when she came. Her ass squeezed hard as I could feel her 
pussy spasming through her body. I held on as she cried 
and screamed a couple of bad words, then finally settled 
down with her face turned sideways, couch cushions 
tossed around, and her ass stuck straight in the air. 

She was kind of going "Uh-uh!" softly as I pulled back. 

I stepped away, admiring her ass, thinking about having 
to spank it at some point. I shook my head and smiled at 
what a sex fiend I was, as I got her to slide down and 
relax. She was fast asleep when I put a blanket over her 
and headed to Deanna's room.

My whole body smelled like pussy, so a shower was a 
must. I woke Deanna up with a couple of kisses, then 
dragged her to the shower with me.

"You're like some kind of sex goddess," Deanna said with 
a grin as she washed my tits. One thing for sure, I 
always had clean breasts with Deanna around. I shrugged 
and said, "I like it, and try to just have fun." 

When we had rinsed off, we filled the tub, a larger 
Jacuzzi type that I totally envied, and slid down 
inside. Deanna wanted to hold me and play with my 
breasts, so I leaned back against her as we talked. 

"I like you guys a lot," I said. "You love each other 
and have fun. None of the other girls at school seem to 
know how much their moms do for them. I figure if you 
can't even get along with your mom, you have to be a 
total douche."

Deanna giggled in my ear, making me giggle at how 
pompous I sounded. 

"That might just be the sex talking," I said with a 
giggle She laughed and twirled my nipples as she said, 
"I was the same way I guess, until I saw mom with that 
woman that night. She seemed so tired and sad, and I 
realized she was working all the time. I realized every 
day she got up and went to work, but made me breakfast 
and cleaned the house first. She never went anywhere 
because she had to work, and I wondered if she ever did 
anything for herself."

I stayed quiet as she absent mindedly massaged my 
breasts. "So I tried to start helping. I wanted her to 
have time to... you know... be with someone if she 
wanted, but she always spent her time with me. I told 
her she should go out, and that I knew she... you know, 
liked women" Deanna was quiet for a little while, then 
she said "That made her cry. I felt so bad, but she said 
it wasn't anything I said, but that she hated that she 
couldn't spend time with me" "So... so I just tried to 
be... here, I guess."

Deanna said slowly, "Then we met, and you, you know... 
made her happy. We talked about it. She was, embarrassed 
I guess, but I told her what we had done, and that made 
her... excited. When we talked about it, it was like 
something we shared, or... I don't know, something." Her 
hands stopped moving as she thought, then she said, "it 
was just perfect I guess. We could spend time together, 
but she could have sex too. She was so happy this week." 
She seemed to shake herself and tweaked one of my 
nipples as she said "So what did you do with mom?"

I giggled and said, "Well, are you sure you want to 
know, it's pretty shocking for young ears." We were 
giggling wildly until she said, "You'll have to tell me 
now." 

"Well," I said. "First, I played with her tits since 
they're really awesome. Then I got a little crazy and 
pushed her down and kind of rubbed my pussy on them 
until I came."

Deanna moaned loudly at that, making me pause. When she 
gasped, "Then?" 

I giggled and said, "Well then, I rolled her over so I 
could admire her ass." When I didn't say anything, 
Deanna pushed me up and said, "Then? God Amber, tell 
me."

I turned toward her with a wicked grin and said, "You 
have to masturbate for me while I tell you. I want to 
see a finger in that pussy."

Poor Deanna was almost frantically excited, so she slid 
up to the side of the tub, leaned against the wall and 
slowly pushed a finger inside with a groan. Her eyes 
were closed as she said, "Tell me..."

I moved to a kneeling position so I could put my face by 
hers as I whispered, "Then I played with her ass cheeks 
for a while. They were so beautiful and tight, and my 
hands were squeezing them for a while. Your mom was 
moaning the whole time, but I finally made her kneel 
with her ass in the air and her face on the couch."

Deanna's finger was making squelching noises as she 
fucked herself frantically. 

"Then," I said softly, "I leaned forward and put my face 
close to her ass. Her pussy juices were on her ass 
cheeks and had run down her ass. I put my tongue at the 
top of her crack and dragged it all the way down to her 
pussy."

Deanna let out a loud moan, a really loud moan, but 
didn't cum. I leaned even closer, so she could feel my 
breath as I said, "Then I ran my tongue back up and 
stopped on her asshole." I waited out a sob from Deanna 
before saying, "Your mom was sobbing too, moaning and 
sobbing as I began to tongue fuck her asshole." 

Deanna wrapped her hands and legs around me and came 
with a horribly loud scream. She was basically humping 
me, and damned if she didn't scratch me a little as she 
thrashed around. It took a while for her to stop 
twitching, then she just held me tight and sobbed in my 
ear. 

I finally guided her into the water, having her sit in 
my lap since she wouldn't let me go. When I looked up, 
Mrs. C. was standing in the door, a smile on her face as 
she watched us. Deanna was slowly collapsing in 
exhaustion again as I mouthed, "I want to fuck you!" to 
Mrs. C. The smile stayed, but it turned a little wicked, 
and a whole lot excited as she nodded.

Getting Deanna out of the tub and dried off took a 
little work since she was sort of in a coma, but I 
finally got her into her bed again. I giggled a little, 
remembering her talking about being a sex bandit. I 
found Mrs. C. in her bedroom, sitting on the bed 
waiting. She had such a vulnerable look that I 
understood what Deanna meant about wanting her to have 
time to herself. 

I walked over and stood above her for a moment, watching 
as she looked down at my naked pussy. Reaching out, I 
stroked her cheek and turned her head up to say, "I know 
you want to taste that, but you'll have to earn it." She 
licked her lips and her pupils were big again as she 
watched me. Leaning down, I whispered in her ear, "What 
will you do to get it?"

"Anything," she said, making me twitch at the way it 
sounded like mom. I stood back up, then ran a finger 
along my wet pussy lips before sliding it into her 
mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked on it, a barely 
audible moan edging out. 

"Do you have a cock?" I asked softly.

When she nodded, I pulled my finger out and stepped 
aside. 

Her hands were shaking a little as she stood up and 
walked over to a dresser. Pulling out the bottom drawer, 
she reached in and pulled out a strap-on that looked 
just like the one mom had. When she brought it over, I 
put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her 
knees before saying, "Put it on me!" 

The sight of her on her knees in front of me had my 
pussy leaking like a sieve. She was staring at my pussy 
as her shaking hands got the cock on me. When she was 
done, she looked up. I smiled wickedly and said, "Suck 
my cock." 

When her lips wrapped around it I just about came. I let 
out a loud groan as I watched her lips close over it, 
then slide down a little ways. The way the cock pressed 
against my clit transmitted every movement straight to 
my pussy. I put my hand on her head as I watched her 
lips work my cock. I was so excited that I was thinking 
of fucking her mouth. 
Taking a calming breath, I said, "On the bed, on your 
back." 

She scrambled to lay back, her hands shaking badly as 
she rested them on her stomach. I stood looking down at 
her for a moment, admiring how good she looked. "I'm 
going to fuck you now," I said slowly. She sort of half 
closed her eyes and let her hands move down to grasp the 
bed sheets as she moaned loudly.

I climbed onto the bed, sliding my hands under her legs 
and pushing them back. When I was over her, I held her 
legs on my shoulders and put a hand back to guide the 
cock to her pussy. She was making soft grunting noises, 
her hips twitching hard as I rested the cock lightly on 
the entrance to her pussy. 

I leaned forward enough to hold it in place, then put my 
hands on either side of her head, both legs on my 
shoulders. Staring into her eyes I said, "I'm going to 
fuck your tight pussy Mrs. C." Then I slowly pushed in. 

She came right there and then. If I hadn't been so 
excited I might have laughed, because she grabbed me and 
pulled me to her, causing the cock to push in a little 
harder than I had planned. It just made her crazier, and 
damned if she didn't scratch me too. I didn't wait too 
long before starting to pull out, then thrust back in. 
The cock was grinding against my clit every time I 
shoved it into her, making me want to do it harder and 
harder.

After a couple of minute I was bouncing her ass into the 
bed hard, my own excitement making me a little nuts, but 
she was so gone that she was just constantly yelling and 
screaming, seeming to come the whole time. I screamed 
fuck as loud as I could as I came, pushing into her as 
hard as I could, then sort of thrusting in place to 
grind my clit against her. We froze like that for a 
minute as I soaked her down with my juices and she 
sobbed and moaned my name.

I had just enough energy to pull out and roll off of 
her, and she just stayed there, splayed out with her 
abused pussy shown to the world. Deanna was standing in 
the door, staring at us, so I slipped the cock off and 
staggered over to let her lead me to her bed. She was 
licking me slowly when I fell asleep.
?

It was a couple of hours when I woke up, alone. I 
staggered up, a little achy from the sex, and got a 
quick shower. Not sure what was going to happen the rest 
of the night, I pulled out some panties and running 
shorts, with a t-shirt. It turned out to be a good 
choice because Deanna and Mrs. C. we're wearing the 
exact same thing.

They were in the kitchen, Mrs. C. at the stove, and 
Deanna washing vegetables at the sink when I walked in. 
Deanna gave me her bright grin and said, "You fell 
asleep on me." I laughed and gave Mrs. C. a kiss on the 
cheek before walking over to help Deanna, saying, "I 
seem to remember that happening a lot today." Mrs. C. 
actually chuckled at that. Deanna passed me a knife and 
cutting board so I could dice up the carrots and 
potatoes. Looked like we were having soup.

"What time does your mother get home tomorrow Amber?" 
Mrs. C. asked.

I grinned and said, "Nine." 

"I'll give you a ride home so she doesn't have to make a 
second trip," Mrs. C. said.

"Thanks," I replied, "I'm sure she'll be wiped. I'm 
going to make spaghetti so she doesn't have to cook. 
Nothing like yours Mrs. C., but the jar is pretty good."

She surprised me by stopping and looking at me with a 
soft smile before caressing my cheek, then turned back 
to the stove to say, "Deanna can give you some of our 
sauce. We made some up and put it in jars last week."

"Oh Yeah," Deanna said happily. "Your mom'll love it."

"Thanks," I said softly, thinking mom really would love 
it.

When we had the vegetables ready, Deanna gave them to 
her mom, then pulled me against her with a grin and a 
kiss. I tensed a little, still finding things a little 
strange, especially since I wasn't sure what her mom 
felt now.

Deanna giggled, then turned me around to face her mom. 
Mrs. C. leaned in to give me tongue for a moment, then 
giggled herself before turning back to the stove.

"Um... yeah," I said slowly.

"My god girl," Deanna said with a laugh, "You make me 
completely insane. I watched you fuck mom until she 
screamed, and here you are acting all sweet and 
lovable."

Mrs. C. giggled again, then said, "Screamed and cried."

Deanna giggled uncontrollably for a minute, then kissed 
me a couple of times before pushing me into a chair. 

"We don't want to make you uncomfortable Amber," Mrs. C. 
said, finishing up at the stove and joining us at the 
table. "I'm a little uncomfortable with things, but as 
Deanna said earlier, we are both happy right now."

"Oh yeah," Deanna said, "you were laughing mom. God, 
it's been so long."

Mrs. C. looked a little sad at that, so Deanna said 
quickly, "No, no, I don't mean that bad. It's just that 
you just had work and me. You're the best mom, but you 
need more than that."

I could see Mrs. C. mulling that over, so I gave Deanna 
a quick lick on the lips and said, "Yeah, they do"

"See," Deanna said with a giggle, "If a shy, withdrawn, 
sexually repressed girl like Amber thinks so, it must be 
true." That got both Mrs. C. and I giggling 
hysterically. 

They really were the best people in the world. I laughed 
more with them than I did the whole rest of the year. 
Though mom did make me giggle a lot. Come to think of 
it, I made her laugh to. Huh... I wonder if we were more 
alike than I thought.

Mrs. C. gave me a questioning look at my distracted 
'Huh', so I said, "Just realizing how much you guys are 
like mom and me. I was thinking how great you guys are 
and how much you laugh together, then I realized mom and 
I do that too." That seemed to give Mrs. C. something to 
think about, but Deanna just prattled on about 
everything in the world.

Mrs. C. got up to finish the soup and I caught Deanna 
looking at her ass. She caught me looking and shrugged 
with a grin before saying, "Hey, like you said, it's a 
nice ass." That got a giggle from Mrs. C., obviously 
catching the gist of the conversation, so I said, 
"Tastes good too."

Deanna broke up, almost falling out of her chair at her 
mom's deep blush. A moment later Mrs. C. started 
laughing, but finished putting soup into the bowls.

"Wow," Deanna giggled, "that one goes into long term 
memory."

I had to laugh again, and give her another lick before 
starting on the soup. "Wow," I said, "this is awesome. 
Are you like a chef or something Mrs. C."

"Neat, huh," Deanna said when her mom blushed again 
"everyone loves her food. It's like a magic touch thing. 
Like instead of a green thumb, she has a sweet pinky or 
something" I snorted and dribbled a little soup, then 
laughed with Mrs. C. at Deanna's silly sayings. You had 
to love the girl.

Mrs. C. was smiling softly the whole time we ate, and 
Deanna seemed to feed off that in some way. I watched 
them both, enjoying their happiness, and the way they 
seemed to appreciate me. When we finished, Mrs. C. 
gathered everything up and put it in the sink before 
sitting back down with us. I could tell she wanted to 
talk, and Deanna must have caught it too since she sat 
quietly for once. 

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. C. looked at me and said, "If 
you could have us do anything you wanted, what would it 
be." That took me by surprise. I was pretty sure I 
understood what she was asking, but it wasn't something 
you wanted to get wrong. I glanced at Deanna to find her 
looking at me, then back at Mrs. C. 

"I love you guys," I said slowly, "and don't want to do 
anything to mess that up."

Deanna leaned over and said, "Don't be silly."

Looking at them, I was pretty sure this wasn't something 
Mrs. C. had prearranged with Deanna, so it was going to 
come as a surprise.

I stood up and walked to the fridge and pulled a writing 
pad and pencil off. Taking it back to the table I wrote 
our names on three different sheets of paper. Then I 
wrote the numbers one, two and three on three more. They 
were watching in confusion as I grabbed a small box and 
put the numbered papers in it. Holding it out I had Mrs. 
C. pick one, then Deanna, then I grabbed the next. I had 
two, Deanna one, and Mrs. C. three. 

Putting the names in, I had them draw again. If you got 
your own, you put it back and got another. I got Deanna, 
Mrs. C. got me, and Deanna got Mrs. C. Deanna was 
staring at her paper, trembling a little. "Pussy eating 
contest. Go in the order of the numbers, and the one who 
makes her person cum fastest, wins. The slowest gets a 
spanking and has to do what the other two want." Deanna 
sobbed, then held it in as I watched Mrs. C. She was 
looking at Deanna. "Baby, is this something you want?"

"Oh god," Deanna sobbed. "Oh god yes!"

Mrs. C. looked at me and nodded slowly. Deanna sobbed 
again and staggered to her feet. I pulled her against me 
and kissed her lips until her eyes refocused. "It's ok," 
I said softly. "Enjoy it." She nodded spastically, but 
pulled herself together. I turned to where Mrs. C. was 
sort of staring at Deanna and panting. I took both their 
hands and led them to the couch, where I tossed a 
blanket down. 

I pulled Mrs. C. in front of me and put my arms around 
her. Deanna was staring at us, so I said "Wait" She 
jerked out a nod, so I reached down and slowly pulled 
Mrs. C. t-shirt off, then put my arms back. Deanna was 
twitching and making soft grunting noises, and as my 
hands came up to cup Mrs. C.s breasts, Deanna's knees 
began bending a little.

"Kneel in front of her," I said. Deanna dropped so 
quickly I worried for a moment, but she just stayed 
there, her hands fluttering around Mrs. C. legs. 

"Put your hands on the top of her shorts," I said, still 
massaging Mrs. C.s breasts. Mrs. C. let out a long groan 
when Deanna did what I said.

"Now Deanna," I said softly. "Very slowly. Very slowly, 
pull them down."

Both of them made sobbing noises as Deanna began inching 
Mrs. C.s running shorts down. She wasn't wearing 
panties, and when her pussy came into view, Deanna came 
with a screech, falling forward and burying her face 
against her mom's leg. Mrs. C. and I watched as Deanna 
moaned and twitched, then got herself together enough to 
lean back up. 

Deanna's hands were twitching like she had palsy as she 
began sliding the shorts down again. Deanna was 
muttering a constant stream of, "Oh god!" Mrs. C.s hips 
were slowly pushing forward and back, making me thing 
Deanna was going to win this contest for sure. When the 
shorts were off, I said, "Wait," then slid out and 
guided Mrs. C. back onto the couch. She was staring at 
Deanna, who was staring at her pussy. Her very wet, 
slowly thrusting pussy. 

I knelt down next to Deanna and whispered, "When I say 
go, you can lick your mom's hot, wet pussy until she 
screams."

"Oh god!" Deanna moaned.

"Go," I whispered.

Deanna began sobbing as she moved forward slowly. She 
stopped between her mom's legs and gently put her hands 
on them, still shaking like a leaf. Leaning down, she 
put her lips against the inside of her mom's thigh and 
held it there for a moment. Mrs. C. was moaning really 
loudly, her fist held against her mouth.

After a moment, Deanna began kissing her way down, 
sobbing every now and then, almost in time with Mrs. C.s 
moans, moans that were getting higher pitched the closer 
Deanna got. It was like watching one of those movies 
with a train wreck about to happen. You knew when they 
met, something wild was going to happen.

Mrs. C. was pretty much making "Eeeee!" noises again, 
and Deanna was sobbing so hard I almost felt bad, but 
when her lips finally touched her mom's pussy it was 
everything I thought it would be. 

Then Mrs. C. Screamed! I mean loud. Her head was back 
and her hands were clenched on the cushions as she 
pushed her hips against Deanna. Deanna knelt there with 
her face in her mom's pussy, getting absolutely 
drenched, while I watched her own pussy spray cum like 
she was peeing on the floor. It went on for a good 
thirty seconds, one or the other jerking or humping as 
they yelled and squealed. 

When they finished they just sort of oozed together. 
Mrs. C. sort of tilted over on her side, and Deanna sort 
of slid up a little. Deanna's head was on her mom's 
stomach while her mom's hand was caressing her face 
absently. I figured we would call that a win.

I wandered to the kitchen and made a couple of drinks, 
then brought them out and set them on the table in front 
of the couch. Mrs. C. was sort of half there, so I sat 
down by her and began stroking her face. She was doing 
the same to Deanna, but she was watching me with her 
eyes half closed.

"Is it like that for you?" she asked me quietly.

That one bounced around in my head for a little while, 
then I said, "Every time." She didn't say anything for a 
while, then.

"How do you make it work?" she asked.

"Grades," I said softly, "and trust I guess. Every 
Saturday is do anything day for me if I have straight 
A's. Tuesday and Thursday night mom tells me a sexy 
story and makes me cum. I feel bad sometimes that I 
can't do things for her during the week, but it's 
important to her I think that I don't." I thought for a 
second, then said, "it doesn't really affect the other 
times. I love her as mom." I looked down at her then and 
said, "She's mom, no matter what we do, she's still 
mom." Mrs. C. smiled softly at that, then sort of nodded 
slowly.

"Were you going to let me have your sweet pussy tonight 
otherwise?" she said with a grin I shook my head no, 
getting a soft chuckle from her. "When?"

Putting my finger on her lips, I slowly pushed it in and 
let her suck on it as I said "After you gave me your 
ass" She closed her eyes and sort of gave a moaning 
laugh.

We actually ended up just going to bed and cuddling the 
rest of the night. I mean Deanna and I. Mrs. C. gave me 
a kiss good night, then went to bed. Deanna was excited 
in the morning so I pulled her to the bathroom and ran 
the tub before sliding in with her.

"Ok girl," I said, looking at her sitting naked across 
from me. "New things going on right?" When she nodded I 
said, "You know I have that at home too?" 

When I got another nod, I said, "So no spazoid acting. 
Give your mom some time to decide how she wants this to 
work. She's going to be stressing it for a couple of 
days, so tell her that you're waiting for her to tell 
what's ok and what's not."

Deanna gave me her squinty, thoughtful look, then nodded 
again. 

I looked down and said quietly, "I'm sorry about... you 
know... fucking her before you did."

Deanna sat quietly for a moment, then slid behind to hug 
me to her before saying, "Yeah, I thought about that 
this morning. But if you can't let your best friend fuck 
your mom, who do you let do it?" 

Then she burst into giggles, getting me started. She 
really was the best. 

"Anyway," I said, after a couple of minutes, "Let her 
decide, then tell me what you think is ok for us."

She jerked in place, then turned me around and said 
excitedly, "Hey, does this mean I can do your mom?"

Mrs. C. finally came in to see what the craziness was 
about, but we just kept giggling until she laughed and 
went back to the kitchen.

When we got in her car to go, I said, "Do you know what 
you're going to do?" 

She didn't back out, just sat looking forward for a 
moment, then said, "Not really no. I woke up thinking 
how awful I was, then watched you two in the tub and 
realized I was still mom. It was strange."

I nodded and said, "It seemed easy for me, but mom is 
super smart about stuff, and I think she made all the 
hard decisions without me knowing. I don't know if it 
would freak you out, but I thought you could talk to 
her."

Mrs. C. looked at for a moment, then back out the window 
before saying, "It seems a strange thing to talk about." 

I frowned then and said, "My mom is the best person in 
the world Mrs. C. and would never, ever do anything to 
hurt me. Deanna loves you more than anything, and even 
if you never did this again, she still would. Mom told 
me we could stop anytime I wanted, and she would love me 
the same. It seems kind of mean to talk like you're 
ashamed of us."

She looked at me in a startled way for a moment, then 
got thoughtful again. I waited, and she finally said, 
"I'm sorry. You're right, I was being an ass. Would she 
be willing to do that before she knows what we're 
doing?"

"Oh yeah," I said dismissively, "Mom's great."

Mrs. C. kind of laughed at that, but said, "So next 
time, do I get to have a taste?" 

I giggled, but got serious and said, "You have to figure 
out about you and Deanna. I told her I was sorry that 
you and I had fucked already, because I know if it was 
mom, I would have wanted to do that before my best 
friend did. And I know I really, really love fucking mom 
in the ass, so I bet Deanna will to."

Mrs. C. blushed brightly, but laughed a little before 
saying, "You're a special girl Amber. Your mom must 
really be proud." 

That got me blushing, of all things, but I shrugged and 
said, "I don't know about that, but today is my anything 
day, and I want to get back and do really naughty things 
to her."

Mrs. C. sort of laughed all the way back to my house. 
She didn't do anything weird like kiss me where everyone 
could see, but she said, "I'll call your mom this week, 
and I'll make sure Deanna knows by the end of the week."

"Thanks Mrs. C.," I said, as I slid to the door, already 
getting wet at the thought of what I was going to do to 
mom.

To be continued...

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