Katie Lets Me Into Her World (Or Starts To), Chapter 5: More Katie Adventures

BigBadWolf

This next story takes place when Katie was 8 and Tommy was 5. I apologize for jumping back and forth in time so much, but I keep getting ideas for different ages!:)

Katie, Tommy, and their parents had gone to Colorado to go skiing over winter break. The kids had not learned to ski and their parents felt it would be a valuable lesson for both of them. As neither child was old enough to stay in a hotel room unsupervised, the family found a good deal on room with two double-beds. This would be Tommy’s first time away from home, and his mother was a little worried. Tommy was the sort of child who would get into mischief if left unwatched for even a minute. For instance, there was the time that he decided he wanted to find his favorite t-shirt, which happened to be in the laundry basket waiting to be washed. The effort ended with his father having to pull him out of the basket by his ankles because he had become stuck inside, upside down, and had to yell for help.

Anyway, it was 10:30 at night on the family’s third night in Colorado. Everyone in the family had climbed into bed under the fluffy white comforters provided by the hotel. Both children only wore an undershirt and underwear to bed. While their parents read, Katie and Tommy were watching cartoons and clearly enjoying themselves based on their frequent giggles. Suddenly, the adults heard from across the room, “Ow! Tommy, stop kicking me!!” “Tommy….” his mother beckoned in a warning tone. “I’m sorry!” Tommy said. “I don’t like the blanket. It’s too tight.” Indeed, the maid service had tucked the comforters under the mattresses so they clung relatively snugly to the bed with little room for movement. “Well then lie on top of it,” Katie suggested unsympathetically.” “But I’m cold,” Tommy said. “Hold on, I have an idea,” Tommy proclaimed excitedly. He slipped his legs out from the comforter and proceeded to wriggle under head-first, legs waiving in the air and feet kicking at his pillow. Eventually, he was totally buried in the blankets and Katie felt him moving about at the foot of the bed. “What are you doing???” Katie asked, annoyed and increasingly sleepy. “Trying to fix the comforter,” came Tommy’s muffled response. The children’s mother was watching, with a mixture of wariness and amusement, as her son’s form moved about under the comforter, pawing at it from underneath and trying to dislodge it from the mattress. Every so often, one of his feet would appear next to Katie’s head as he struggled about. Ultimately, since he was 5 and not gifted with a long attention span, Tommy lost his focus and decided he wanted to play. His movement stopped for a moment and he began to poke and kick at the bedding over his body. “Uh…uh…I’m trapped!” he giggled. He began to thrash and kick frantically, intentionally shoving his toes in his sister’s face. “TOMMY!!!” Katie yelled. She began to kick back at him under the blanket, shoving her feet in his face. “Smell em!!!” Katie exclaimed with a giggle as she scooted further and further under the bedding in pursuit of her little brother with her feet. “I don’t want to smell your feet!” Tommy yelled. “You smell my feet!” With that, two deliciously petit feet burst from the thoroughly ravaged bedding and momentarily clamped around Katie’s head.

With a squeal, Katie dove fully under the blanket and the two children wrestled about, grunting and giggling as limbs flew this way and that. Meanwhile, their mother was watching all of this unfold from across the room and was getting more than a little wet between the legs. The sight of her two young children play-fighting while hopelessly entangled in their own duvet conjured up more than a fleeting erotic thought for her. “Eeeek!!!!!” Tommy squealed, and for a second his mother thought he was hurt. But then he shrieked, “You’re tickling meeeee!!!!!!” Indeed, Katie had one of his legs in a vice grip and was mercilessly tickling his tender sole. In retaliation, Tommy took a handful of his sister’s underwear and gave it a hard yank, ripping it from her body. Shocked, Katie stopped tickling and reached down to feel her now exposed genitals. In the struggle, the kids’ duvet had ended up in a heap on the floor, leaving the two of them to wrestle about fully exposed on the mattress. At that moment, the mother got an idea. “STOP!” she yelled. Surprised, the kids disentangled themselves from each other and sat up. Pretending to be angry, their mom said, “That is it! Tommy, you sleep with daddy tonight and Kate, you come over here and sleep with me! I am going to punish you both, I just have to figure out how. You two clearly cannot be trusted to behave like human beings.”

Sniffling, Katie sheepishly, and on shaky legs, trotted over to her mother’s bed while Tommy and his father got into bed across the room. As soon as they were all in bed, the mother sternly said good night and turned off the lights. However, as Katie rolled onto her side to try to quietly cry herself to sleep, she suddenly felt two strong hands, one clamping over her mouth and the other over her still bare genitalia. With only her head outside of the blankets, she froze as her mother hissed, “You’ll be getting your punishment tonight, young lady, and if you wake up your brother and father, it will be even worse, so I suggest you stay quiet. You should be ashamed for parading your little bottom around like that!” With that, the mother stuffed her daughter further under the blanket and rolled over on top of her, so that her pussy was squarely against her daughter’s face. For Katie’s part, she mewled, whimpered, and kicked quietly for a few seconds, her right foot dangling out from under the blanket and her heel banging against the side of the bed as she struggled to get air. “Shut up and lick!” the mother ordered. Katie did as she was told, as her mother began to hump her face. “Oh yes, lick mommy good. That’s it sweetheart. Make mommy cum!” Katie heard from above her. She was admittedly getting excited from the prospect of making her mom feel so good. After not very long, the mother clamped her legs together and moaned quietly as Katie felt a splash of warm fluid on her face.

Her mother’s full dead weight on her, post-orgasm, Katie squeaked and struggled more insistently to get free. She began pounding her mom’s upper back with her right heel as she waived her arms wildly in the air from her forced 69 with her mother. Katie’s mother did lift her weight off her daughter, but Katie didn’t have a moment to relax. Her mom reached down and grabbed both of her daughter’s little girl dancer legs and pulled them over Katie’s head, so the child had her feet next to her head while still under the blanket. In this position, with her bare ass and little pussy exposed, any struggle Katie attempted to get away led to the cool bedding rubbing delightfully on her now very engorged little clit. “Hmm, look at these tender little footsies,” Katie’s mother whispered sadistically. “And someone has ballet practice on Monday. Well, wouldn’t it be a shame if a certain little girl’s feet couldn’t dance on Monday?” With that, Katie’s mom took a pen from the bedside table and began to smack her daughter’s soles, one at a time. With each smack, Katie whimpered and rocked back and forth, rubbing her clitty against the cool bedsheets. At first the smacks were just painful, but soon that pain was being dulled by a delicious wet and warm feeling between her legs. Soon, Katie was moaning “Yes, harder….oh, harder,” with each smack and purposely wrinkling her soles to entice her mom to continue the foot punishment. “Oh mommy, I’ve been bad. Smack my pretty little feet!” Katie hissed. Her mother put the pen down and began firmly striking her daughter’s soles with clenched fists. With each strike, Katie’s body swayed under the blanket and her clit was rubbing that much more. Katie knew she was close to that wonderful feeling she often got between her legs when she played with herself in the privacy of her own room many a night at home. She feared she would squirt her juices on the underside of the duvet at any moment. At that moment, Katie experienced two new sensations simultaneously. Her mom had ceased the sole smacking and now reached under the blanket and began to finger Katie’s wet slit while simultaneously bending down to suck her bubble-gum toes. Even though Katie was lying down, she thought she might faint. Her toes were in ecstasy and her pussy wept under the ministrations of her unbelievably skilled mother. The mound of blanket that contained Katie’s upturned ass swayed more and more as her arousal grew and a smell of little girl lust filled the air. Suddenly, as she bit her lip to keep from screaming, Katie’s leg muscles clenched and her little feet began to pound the mattress rapidly next to her ears with pointed toes and wrinkled soles. Then, shaking and squeaking quietly, she rolled onto her side and curled up in a ball as her juices spurted all over the underside of the comforter and the sheets.