Debbie and Heather, Part IV

by Debby

Dreams of Heather and Rachel filled my night. Every hour or so I would wake up, soaked, thinking of one of those heavenly girls. Their eyes. Their legs. Their undeniably sexy lips. My God! Those lips! How tender and tasty they were and how I longed to have them between my thighs.

Laying there in the early morning I let my hand drift to my wet pussy, rubbing myself in a half-dream nirvana. Shuddering, I felt my muscles tighten and my legs jump on the cool white sheets as another series of orgasms swept joyfully through my body.

I awoke just enough to reach my nightstand and pull out my trusty purple vibrator. What the hell, I thought, Rachel is asleep and I need a great cum before I head off to work today. I slid the vibrator, purring on the low setting, slowly over my mound and along my swollen wet lips. The tip found my clit and I moved it slowly around the edges, teasing myself as well as elevating my excitement.

My mind, never short on images when masturbating, flicked from one to another. Work friends, neighbors, Heather and, oh my, Rachel. There she was again, Rachel. My eyes were closed; legs open as I pressed the vibrator inside, my mind focused upon my daughter. I could see her lean legs, her tight soft ass, and her hairless little pussy. I quickened the pace of pumping the vibrator, which was now humming at high speed, while I imagined Rachel.

In my mind she was now in front of me, naked, teasing her tiny hard nipples. I could hear myself moaning now, getting more and more turned on. I could see her tongue licking up my leg, feeling her trace a line up my inner thigh. “Oh God yes” I moaned. Her hair trailed over my sensitive skin as her eyes followed my every movement. “Yes Rachel, yes” I was moaning, louder now.

I could see her lay between my legs, and feel her breath on my pussy. I could almost feel her tongue touching me. The vibrator was deep inside me as I rubbed my clit to simulate her tongue. “Yes Rachel, lick Mommy’s pussy.” I heard myself say. God it was so hot. I loved how nasty it sounded. “Taste me, fuck yes, taste my cunt.” I felt like such a slut. I pulled the vibrator and held it against my exposed clit.

“Yes yes yes!!” I was very loud now. “Oh God yes, fuck Mommy baby, come on, fuck me Rachel . .yesss!” Electricity shot through my body, bouncing off every extremity and then back to my pussy. I pressed my legs together, holding the vibe on my clit as I arched and thrashed and felt my daughter bring me to orgasm. . .in my mind. I let out a final gasp and then I heard it.

It was the sound of my door closing. My bedroom door. Then I heard another door close, Rachel’s. Had she heard me? Or seen me? I looked at myself on the bed. Sheets tossed aside, my nightie all but totally unbuttoned, and a purple vibrator glued to my still spasming pussy. I had to admit, I almost hoped Rachel heard and saw me.

As I got out of the shower, with a bang of the screen door, I heard Rachel leaving for school. Whew! I thought, at least I won’t have to have any awkward conversation with her. For now, anyway.

I had a rough day at work, unable to get the image of Heather and Rachel out of my head. I got home and found the house silent. I knew Rachel was home, because her backpack was on the table. I looked down the hallway and saw her door closed, not unusual. I went to my room and put on some sweats, a t-shirt, and thought about making something for dinner.

As I walked past Rachel’s door, I stopped to listen. I heard soft sounds emanating from within. I listened closer, trying not to let my heart be heard. I heard the TV on softly, but I couldn’t tell what was on. What I could hear, quite clearly, was Rachel breathing heavily. I had heard it before, when both I and Heather had brought her to orgasm. It was a constant stream of little sighs, punctuated with sharp louder moans.

Instantly I was getting wet, my nipples were hard and I wanted nothing more than to enter the room and see my girl up close. The closer I listened, the more I heard. I heard her talking. It sounded like she was talking to Heather. “Yes, yes yes,” I heard her moan. “God yes Heather,” I heard between soft moaning, “I . . ..want. . ..her. . ..fuck yes.” I slowly, with fear, turned the doorknob, wanting to be as silent as possible, thinking that every tiny click was as loud as an airplane engine.

Opened less than a foot, I could see Rachel, facing her TV, laying back on her bed, legs open and her hand moving fast over her glistening pussy. Her eyes were shut tight, a look almost of pain on her face. She had her phone to her head and was panting heavily.

“Yes, I need to. . .before she gets home. . .make me cum Heather,” she sighed and panted, the sound of her masturbating filling the room.

She paused just a moment in response to what she heard on the phone and said “Yes, of course I want my mom to taste me. . .oh God. . .yes I can imagine it. . .” her chest was heaving as she got closer and closer to cumming. I decided I couldn’t wait for a better opportunity and walked in the room, getting next to her bed without being noticed.

I deftly took off my t-shirt and, looking at the sexually charged young girl before me, finally spoke up.

“Rachel, Mommy is here.”

Rachel’s eyes popped open, as wide as I’ve ever seen them. She stopped every movement of her body, she was so stunned. Her body remained taut, her hand still over her young wet pussy, a finger still partially between her lips and in her pussy. In that brief, split second, I could hear my breathing, her breathing, the voice on the phone, and the sounds of sex from Rachel’s TV. So she was watching one of my DVDs.

“Uhhh, Mom, I, uhhhh”

I leaned down, my hand sliding on her leg. “Honey,” I spoke softly and, I hoped, sexily, “Mommy loves you and wants this more than anything.” A bit of tenseness left her face as I placed my lips slowly, softly on her knee. I looked up into her angelic face as I slowly kissed up her thighs, letting my fingers caress up her legs and to her hips.

“Mom, should we, you know. . .”

“It’s ok honey,” my tongue slid along her skin as I opened her legs a little more, “this will be so good.”

Rachel slowly removed her hand from her pussy, still watching me with her big eyes. I heard my heart pounding in my ears as my daughter’s lovely pussy, covered in her juices, was a mere inch from my mouth. I had tasted her before, but never with her knowledge. And now I felt I might orgasm just by tasting her.

My first kiss upon her puffy lips was met with a mixture of a loud sigh and a sharp intake of air. That was all the encouragement I needed. I let my tongue wander between her soft lips, moving up and down, drinking in her nectar. Her body reacted to my tongue, her hips moving under my mouth and her breathing loud. “Yes Mom, yes” she encouraged me, though I was far from timid.

I found Rachel’s little hard clit and licked it savagely, with a finger pressing into her tight little girl pussy. “Oh God Mom, yes,” she cooed, “I want it so. . .I want to cum Mom.” I licked faster as her body began to thrash. Letting my mind go, my finger slid down and pressed to her tiny ass. I could hear a gasp as the tip of my finger, coated in her sweet juices, entered her lovely ass.

“Yes Mom, fuck me, more more” were the last words I heard from Rachel before she exploded in a ball of flailing limbs, pussy juice and the loud sounds of a young girl cumming so hard. She shouted and moaned and filled the room with her sexual release with every deep breath she had. For my part, I lapped up every bit I could, drinking in her orgasm, and slowing my licking to let her calm down. I looked up at my little girl, her face flush, and her chest, still not developed, heaving and her nipples as hard as diamonds.

“Oh Mom,” she panted, softly, nearly out of breath, “that was . .” she trailed off.

I kissed up her stomach, leaving little soft pillowy kisses on her skin, until I was lying next to her, my lips pressed to her cheek.

After a few moments to catch her breath, she looked up at me, moved to me and kissed me. This was a passionate kiss. The type of kiss you get from a lover. Her tongue found mine and our mouths moved over each other, trying to satisfy a long overdue yearning.

“Mom, I love you so much.”

“I love you too honey.”

Her tiny fingers, replete with silvery green nail polish, began to caress my upper arms and chest, moving over my bra and my hard nipples. I lied back and let her get a better look at my chest. I had never felt as sexy as I did at that moment, with my daughter running her hands over my stomach and breasts. I reached up and unhooked the latch in front, opening my bra for Rachel. She glanced quickly at me, and then wrapped her little lips around one of my hard nipples. I felt a bolt fly from my nipple to my pussy and I let my hand go between my legs, rubbing myself over my sweats.

Rachel sucked my nipple nice and hard. I arched my back, enjoying how aggressive my little girl was being. I ran fingers through her hair while she sucked and licked my nipple, moving between my nipples with ease. I then felt her hand moving under the top of my sweats, searching for a way in.

“Honey,” I interrupted her, “let me take these off.” Quickly, but not too fast, I slid the sweats down my legs, lifting my hips up while Rachel kissed my stomach. Oh how I wanted Rachel to taste me. I needed it. I ached for it and here she was, seemingly more than eager.

Rachel moved a hand over my panties, rubbing my wet pussy through the soaked material. I let out a soft moan as I watched her intently. She had one hand caressing my chest and the other between my legs. I opened my legs wider, giving her better access, and more encouragement. I pulled her to me, kissing her deeply again, as her fingers slid under my panties. I could feel her little cool fingers moving between my engorged lips.

I whispered to Rachel, “I want you to taste me baby,” feeling that I was stating the obvious, but not wanting to miss a thing.

Rachel smiled at me and began kissing down my stomach, my muscles twitching, kissing lower and lower. I watched her face get closer and closer to my pussy, just like in my dream, and felt that every moment without her tongue on me was exquisite agony.

With a wry smile and a flashing look, she bent her head down, her tongue touching me for the first time. I had a little orgasm just from that brief touch. I moaned as she flicked her tongue along the edges of my lips, finally sliding the tip between my lips and finding my hard clit.

“Yes baby, that’s it,” was all I could get out as she licked my clit furiously. I could only hope to thank Heather later for teaching Rachel to lick pussy so well. I hadn’t gotten through that thought when I felt Rachel pushing two of her little fingers into my pussy. I squeezed her fingers as she moved her fingers in and out, intent on making me explode.

I gripped her sheets. Clenching them tightly as I panted. I was getting closer and closer to a mind blowing orgasm and I think she knew it, as she quickened her finger fucking and, doing what Heather had done, wrapped her lips around my clit and began to suck.

“Ohhhh Godddd!” I yelled as I pressed my hips to Rachel. I moaned and grunted and never wanted it to end. “Fuck me baby, fuck Mommy,” I involuntarily moaned, letting each succeeding tidal wave of orgasm sweep through me. With one last guttural yell, I collapsed, my muscles firing in random patterns, rendering me helpless. Somehow, someway, as I was becoming a helpless blob, Rachel made her way to my side, laying her body half on me as I fought to catch my breath.

“Mom. . .that was amazing. I love you so much.”

“I . . .love. . ..you. . .too,” I panted, slowly.

“I told Heather I wanted this, and it was better than I thought.”

“I’m so happy baby.” I smiled into her eyes. My little girl all grown up and such a wonderful lover.

“Mom,” Rachel looked a little concerned at me, “can we, you know, do this again?”

I smiled; it was sweet, in a way. “Yes honey, we can do this anytime.”

Satisfied, Rachel laid her head on my chest. I could feel her hair lightly tickling my breasts as she drifted off to sleep.

To be continued. . . ..