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by Debby

As far back as I can remember, the idea and aura of sex had been around my home. When I was 4 or 5 I remember my parents having other couples over for parties and I was always told I had to stay upstairs in my room. At the time I didn't really know what was going on, but I guess now they'd call my parents 'swingers' or say they had 'an open marriage.'

Looking back, I can tell that my mom was just too pretty for my dad. He married 'up' so to speak. That, I suppose, explains at least part of the activity and traffic through our home. As I know now, my mom was just a nympho and wanted sex all the time.

Every weekend other couples, men, or just women would come by the house to enjoy my parents. Growing up, it just seemed normal and by the time I was 9, I knew quite well that sex, whatever that was, was the object of all the people coming and going.

My room was next to my parents, and although I didn't share a common wall, if I went into my closet, it was against the inside of their closet. By sitting in there late nights I could hear pretty clearly the sounds and moans and cries of joy that were happening in my parents' room.

This was years ago now and there were no DVD's or VHS tapes to watch to let a young girl catch up on the nasty sex. I had to settle for talking to my girlfriends and swiping a girlie mag from someone's older brother.

I would look at magazines in my closet while listening to my mother moaning in the next room. I would see models in the magazine spreading their legs, showing full hairy pussies and covered in cum. Though I wasn't so sure what it all meant, I knew I had a funny feeling when listening and looking at pictures and, once in a blue moon, catching a glimpse of a couple, or two, engaged in activities in the living room downstairs.

I was 10 when the light finally shone upon me and I realized the pleasure of touching myself. It started simply enough with showing some of my other girlfriends the magazines, and sharing stories and ended with me and my friend Sandy two feet apart, legs wide, rubbing our pussies and getting wet.

The more I would rub my pussy, the more I wanted to. The sounds of sex would echo off the walls of my house and I would be hidden in my closet rubbing my pussy and amazed at how hard my tiny nipples would get.

Midway through my 10th year, my dad moved out, though this didn't slow the amount of people coming to the house. If anything, it increased the number of women coming by. Morning after morning I'd come down for breakfast and find a different woman, or women, in the kitchen. Clearly my mom was enjoying herself.

I wasn't quite 11 when I took my own virginity with, cliché of all cliché's, the handle of a hairbrush. Myself and 4 other girls made a pact to do it one night. All but one of us followed through and though it hurt, I was prepared for the pain and blood and after waiting a week, continued rubbing my bare pussy lips.

Two days after my birthday, I snuck into my mom's room and snooped around. In her dresser drawer I found many sex toys. Some I had seen before, some confused me. Cuffs, bracelets, long dildos and a thin white vibrator. I picked up the vibrator and, for some reason, smelled it. I couldn't place the smell, but I instinctively knew it was the smell of my mom's pussy. Tentatively, I licked it. Something deep in me really enjoyed it and I kept licking it until I snapped out of it and took it back to my room.

Over the next week I would pull out the vibrator at night, making sure that there was enough activity in the next room to cover the sounds of the vibe. Not to worry, really, as my mom was very loud and I imagined how she felt as I rubbed the vibe between my puffy lips. Slowly I'd rub it up and down, breathing heavily, even pushing the tip into my pussy just as I would orgasm. My god I loved to cum! And, evidently, so did my mom.

Just after the 4th of July, our neighbor, Mrs. Harrison, started being around the house a lot. Mrs. Harrison and my mom would sun beside the pool together, go shopping together, watch movies, kiss (I saw them a few times when they didn't know), and I assumed had sex.

My mom was 5'2, dark wavy hair, light brown eyes that seemed to glow in the light, a dancers legs and ass, with barely C cup breasts, though she almost never wore a bra at home. Mrs. Harrison, on the other hand, was what was called voluptuous. She was probably 5'8, very curvy, with a thin waist and ample hips. Her breasts just had to be 38DD or perhaps even E's. She oozed sexuality and even at my age I knew she was fun in bed.

Night in and night out Mrs. Harrison would be over, for dinner and a movie and to talk with my mom. I talked to her a little, as her daughter was my age, but went to a private school across town.

And just as often I would hear my mom and Mrs. Harrison in my mom's bedroom. I could hear the moans, the bed moving, the calls of 'fuck me' and 'I'm cumming.' And every night I heard these sounds, I would have my legs wide, vibrator humming against my tiny clit, cumming over and over, wanting so much to experience more.

And then one day I skipped school. To be accurate, I left for school, went to a liquor store for a coke, then decided I would rather stay home with my vibrator! I figured my mom wouldn't be home and I would have all day to enjoy.

I was just walking from the kitchen with a glass when I saw my mom's station wagon pull up. I beat a hasty retreat to my room, thinking I'd had it. The minutes passed and I hadn't heard anything. What was going on? Then I heard my mom and Mrs. Harrison talking. They padded down the hallway closer to my mom's room.

"You sure Debbie isn't home?"

"Pam, don't worry, she's at school and I have all day to lick your pussy."

"My pussy and ass. And I'll fuck that pretty pussy of yours and smack your tight ass. Probably as tight as Debbie's."

"Such a nasty whore aren't you Pam?"

"That's right and I'm going to start by having you finger my cunt."

I stood, motionless, at my door, listening to them talk dirty, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest. The sound I didn't hear changed my life. I didn't hear them close the door. With me at school, I guess they figured no reason to close the door while having sex. Much better for me to hear, and eventually, to see.

Minutes flew by as I heard Mrs. Harrison, "Pam", tell my mom what to do. "get on your knees," "spank yourself," "lick my clit." I didn't need a magazine this time and found myself leaning against the wall by my door, with my hand between my legs, my finger pushing in and out, fucking my pussy.

I wanted to cum badly, but wanted to see what was happening more. So slowly, with every bit of silence I could muster, opened my door. Not that it mattered how much noise I made, for my mom and Pam were making enough to drown out a jet. I leaned forward so I could just see inside my mom's room. There I saw my mom on all fours, her ass pushed up and pointed my way.

Behind her was Mrs. Harrison, with what I now know was a strap on dildo. Mrs. Harrison was fucking my mom! Fucking her hard, I could see. My mom's body was slamming against Mrs. Harrison as she pushed her hips forward. My mom screaming "fuck me. . .yes. . .fuck me harder. . .I need it. . .more." So many noises were overwhelming me. Moans, grunts, slapping hips against ass, and the sound of a long hard strap on pumping my mom's wet pussy.

With a loud cry my mom orgasmed and collapsed onto the bed, Mrs. Harrison leaning over her. "Now get up and suck this cock." To which my mom turned and sucked the strap on, licking her own juices. My mom staring, longingly up at Mrs. Harrison.

I scurried to my room as Mrs. Harrison began to get dressed.

"Well, I should go, Becky will be home soon and I have to make sure I have dinner ready for Brad. He might not understand I was over here fucking you."

"Wait," my mom's voice seemed plaintive, "don't go yet. I need you to stay."

She seemed almost worried.

"Sorry honey, I have to go. If you need more, you'll have to do it yourself."

"But. . .but. . .I need to cum again. I need to taste you. Let me lick your pussy Pam."

"Maybe later. Bye"

I heard her walk down the hallway, her heels clicking on the tile, then out the front door. I was about to get dressed again when I heard my mom. I heard her breathing and her moans again.

Again I opened my door and looked into her room. In the middle of her bed, my mom was laying, legs wide, a nice sized dildo pushing in and out. I could see the wetness on her pussy, the glisten on the dildo and could hear it squishing in and out of her.

Her eyes were closed as she used both hands to pump that dildo in and out and for some reason that I will never regret, I entered her room and walked beside the bed, wearing only my school uniform top. I stood there for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a minute or two, listening to my mom moan and sigh "yes. . .fuck me. . .deeper. . .yes . .yess. . . ."

I was as wet as I'd ever been and saw how hard her nipples were, even harder than mine. It was then that I coughed a little. Not much, but enough.

My mom's eyes opened. Wide. She stared at me, dildo deep in her, pussy juices drenching her sheets, nipples hard.

"Hi Mommy."

"Oh honey, you shouldn't. . .you shouldn't be here, Mommy is. . ."

"That looks fun Mommy, does it feel good?"

Her body never moved. "Honey, Mommy enjoys this. But maybe you shouldn't. . ."

I brought the vibe up and slowly rubbed it down my stomach, over my mound and along my lips.

"I like it too. . . does Mrs. Harrison like it too?"

I knew the answer, but wanted to hear my mom say it. I NEEDED to hear it.

"Yes," came my mom's soft answer, her voice distant, "Pam likes it too."

I watched her closely, her eyes were focused totally on me and she was slightly, ever so slightly, moving the dildo again.

"Mommy, do you like when Mrs. Harrison shows you her pussy like this?" I leaned back, opened my legs, letting the vibe slide over and over my lips, coating it with my juices.

"Yes, I love it, honey." She was almost in a daze.

I pressed the tip of the vibe into my soaking pussy, letting her see it perfectly.

"Oh honey, you shouldn't . . . . I can't . . . . you're making Mommy so. . ."

She couldn't finish a sentence as I pulled the vibe from my pussy and offered it to her.

"Can you taste me Mommy?"

She leaned forward slowly, taking the tip in her mouth, eyes closed. After a moment of her pursed lips around the end, she began to take more of it, eager for the taste.

"You like it?" I knew she did, but something about how she was acting was making me so hot and my legs were trembling from the excitement.

"Oh honey, Mommy loves your taste. . .Mommy wants to. . .don't make me. . .I need it so. . ."

As her lips surrounded the vibe I put my hand on the dildo and pushed. I began to slowly fuck my mom with her dildo. Her eyes widened as I quickened my pace. She leg go of the dildo, letting me take control, her fingers flying to her nipples and pulling on them. The more I pushed the dildo into her, the louder her moans got and the more wetness poured from her.

I put both my hands on the end of the dildo, pushing in and out hard and fast, fucking my mom deeply.

"Oh god Debbie don't stop. Fuck me. . .yes. . .fuck Mommy. . ."

"Does Mrs. Harrison fuck you like this? Is she a good fuck?"

I was trying to make her explode and I was close.

"Yes yes YES Debbie, fuck me like Pam, fuck me. . .make me cum. . .oh GAWDDDD!!!!!!!"

Her body flailed and flopped and she grabbed my arms and kept guiding me and the dildo into her spasming pussy.

"Oh my god baby, yes, so good. Yes."

I held the dildo deep in her, letting her body shudder as wave after wave rippled through her body. She lay motionless for a moment, then her head sprung up.

"Honey, Mommy needs to taste you, Mommy needs you. I need you so much." With a gentle push, she had me on my back and was kissing up my soft legs. I could feel her hot breath on my inner thighs and at that moment I actually worried I might be too wet!

"Oh honey, I can't help it. ." her tongue licked my puffy lips, "I need this, I need you so bad."

Her tongue seemed everywhere at once. I could feel it sliding between my lips, on my clit, down to my tight little ass. Every feeling was new and exciting and I could barely process all the feelings I was subjected to.

"Oh my. . ." I almost yelled as I felt her tongue press into my pussy. It was soft and wet and yet hard enough to press me open. Little shots of electricity exploded from my pussy, going down to my toes and meeting in a circle on the top of my head. Her tongue was licking so fast and her finger found my clit and all at once my legs shook and kicked and I exploded for the largest orgasm I'd ever experienced. I couldn't see. The world was spinning and the only thing I knew was that my mom was tasting all of me.

"I need it all baby, let Mommy taste all your cum."

I pressed up my hips, pushing them to her mouth. I could feel the weight of her body holding her mouth to my pussy, her lips surrounding my entire pussy, her breath so warm and wet.

And with a final shock, she sucked my clit quickly, I collapsed on the bed, my chest heaving, my tiny nipples rock hard, my pussy spent and legs just jelly.

I gazed up at my mom, her eyes wide, a grin on her face.

"Baby, I love you so. I'm sorry. Was that OK? Was what Mommy did OK?" I smiled weakly, "Mom. . ." I gasped, "that was so good. I loved it. I am glad you loved it too."

"Honey, I needed it and will need it more. You are so special to me. I love you so."

Her hand caressed my stomach as she layed down next to me. I looked her in the eyes, I could see the fire in hers. The desire. The passion. The raw SEX that was in her. And I was happy that I was there to experience it.

She leaned over and kissed me. Soft, warm, sensuous. A real lovers kiss. "I love you baby and always will."

And she always did.