Pam and Lisa, Part 10

by Honey West

Damn, I was stupidly horny.

It was Saturday. My husband, Bob, was gone for the weekend. I had, in the course of a week, made love to him, ten-year-old Lisa and, finally, her mother, Janice. All at different times of course. My first time with Janice was last night. My head reeling with the memories and the scent of her pussy still on my fingers I spent the daybreak masturbating in bed until I fell asleep again. I couldn’t get enough, it seemed.

Janice also wanted more. Having discovered a new slant on life, her confidence and sex drive was in high gear and she urged me to think of a way for us to have another night together. Tonight, actually. I would wait till later in the morning and call Keri’s mom to see if Lisa could come for a sleepover. I knew I better talk to Lisa about it first although it shouldn’t be a problem with her as she was happy at how her mother had been acting lately and she probably missed her schoolmate.

I showered and freshened. Sipping my coffee, I watched through the window as Janice waved at me with a wink and got into her car. Her appointment for the mechanic was at ten. As she backed out into the street the clunker stalled again and it took her a moment to start it back up. Good, I thought selfishly, it may take more than a few hours to get that thing fixed. Janice’s plan was for Lisa to get up, take a bath and come over to me for breakfast where I would pitch the sleepover idea. MY plan was for more sex.

I couldn’t even freakin’ wait I was so perpetually horny. I slipped out the back and unlocked their kitchen door. I heard the sound of the tub filling upstairs and the bathroom radio came on with a noisy DJ feeling the need to be heard. The door was halfway open and I crept (unnecessarily) up to it. There, with her back turned to me as she swished her hand to test the water temperature, was a fully naked 10-year-old girl. I had been blessed by the gods, I thought. Her light, unblemished skin covered a beautiful boyish body that only showed a hint of hips and a good amount of grace. And that ass! That young innocent-looking backside… like some Maxfield Parrish nymph. I just stood there taking the sight in, waiting for her to turn. Suddenly the top 40 station started a Britney Spears-type dance number and Lisa’s body jerked into the choreography pose that she and her girlfriends so regularly practiced. I had seen these impressively executed moves before but never in the buff. My pussy began dripping as she gyrated her hips to the beat, stopping only for a moment to practice flipping her hair about in dramatic MTV style. Then came time to do a 360 spin and she saw me as she whipped by, jumping back in fright and then delight, and covered her naked mound. You scared me, she giggled. She ran up and threw her arms around me. There is something cool about being fully dressed with a naked girl in your arms. My hands naturally felt her pillowy little butt and I grabbed her cheeks to hoist her up and kiss her young lush lips. As my tongue invaded her mouth, practically checking each molar for cavities, my finger slid to her anus, pressing quickly into her button-hole. She pushed away to catch her breath.

“Whoa, Aunt Pam. Not so fast. Wow, you really are …”

“Randy”, I smiled.

“Okay, randy. I hafta take a bath first. I’m not, you know, ‘fresh’.”

“I bet you taste delicious,” I grinned as I lustily eyed the bare slit between her legs. She smiled and looked down at her cunt.

“I’ll take that bet,” she giggled but as I started to reach for her she blocked me. “No! Wait. You hafta tell me about Mom. You promised. Did you two do…everything?”

I hedged. “Hmmm, you mean like you and me ‘everything’? No. But I bet I could talk her into all that.”

“I’ll take THAT bet. C’mon Pam. What was it like? What does her, y’know, pussy look like? Does it look like mine? How does she taste? Did it taste like mine?”

I marveled not just at this child’s curiosity but at the boldness of her questions. Looking past the depravity of it all I could see the girl’s heartfelt desire to know her mother’s sexuality. I told her I would tell her later when we went next door but she was insistent. Now she said. Nope said I. She scrunched her face and then a light bulb went on in her mind. Ohh, I have to pee, she moans. I’m suddenly open to negotiations. Watersports with this child is a joy to me and not something we get to do that often. I picked her up and sat her on the john, spreading her legs and kneeling in close to her smooth cunt. I pulled her lips apart and smelled a pungent tanginess. I could feel my nipples harden in my blouse. I saw her little peehole contract but nothing happened.

“Ohh,” she pouted mockingly, “I guess I was wrong. Maybe I don’t have to go.”

“You little,” I grinned. “Okay, you sneak, well, let’s see… first of all your mother has a beautiful pussy, just like her daughter.” Lisa beamed at this and her hand began stroking her pink candy-drop nipples. “Only she has soft flappy lips that you get to suckle and chew gently on with your tongue. I remember sucking them into my mouth and swishing them around my teeth.” Lisa’s other hand found her clit and she cooed as her two fingers squeezed together over it. She had clearly been waiting for this. “And her taste? Like yours but with a little bit of cinnamon.”

Her body jerked with pleasure. “NA-uh”

“I swear! I licked her crack and she was wet and tasty and cinnamon—“

Her body jerked again. She was due for a fast one. I described in loving detail how I ran my tongue up and down her mother’s slit; how I caressed her asshole with my wet finger; how her nipple gave out a little juice when it was suckled firmly. My little angel’s face gave a womanly look of passion and she arched her back on the toilet and came with a quiet wail that matched the soul singer on the radio. Her little coltish body was still convulsing a little when she smiled at me.

“That was nice, Aunt Pam.”

“I’m glad you liked it, pumpkin.”

“Did my mother really taste like cinnamon?”

“Uh-huh. And she smelled wonderful.”

Lisa closed her eyes and took the thought in. “Oh!” she sat up, “I didn’t go for you.”

That’s all right, I said as I hit the drain in the tub, we can do all that next door where you’re going to take your bath. Go get your clothes.

“They’re right there.” She pointed to the folded garments on top of the hamper. Fine. I scooped the naked little girl up and over my shoulder, grabbed the bundle of clothes and tromped out into the hallway. Naturally I was going to have her dress before we left the house but enjoyed how she shrieked gleefully as I smacked her bare bottom and marched down the stairs, through the hallway and into the kitchen where Janice was on the phone.

Things seemed a little unreal from that point on. I came to a dead stop but Lisa, still over my shoulder, didn’t know and continued to say something about biting my pussy. As I slid her off she turned and became silent. Janice just stared blankly at us, dumbly holding the phone in her hand.

Nobody said anything for an eternity. Lisa didn’t dare look away from her mother but her arm numbly motioned to my side and I realized she wanted her clothes. She hid behind me and dressed quickly. My mouth went dry. The room seemed hazy. Janice’s eyes narrowed a fraction and she looked at me and then at her daughter and then at me. Her mouth stayed partly open the whole time. Then she looked to the side of us as if she were putting pieces together in her mind. I stood stupidly, waiting for an explosion or something. Standing by her side, barely touching her, I could feel Lisa’s body shake. The silence was scaring her more than anything.

“Mommy?—“ she started with fear in her voice. Janice cut her off with a raised palm that shouted ‘silence’. She was still looking away, probably thinking about all the times I offered to keep an eye on her daughter when she babysat.

I didn’t know what to say but my mouth went into gear anyway. “Janice, look—“ Her other hand shot up and I closed my trap. There was to be no talking at this moment. Janice sat back into the chair behind her, probably now thinking of the weekend she went away and I stayed over. I suddenly wished she would become violent and attack me. At least that would be a response of some kind. I decided to get a response then. This was torture. My main thought was to defend Lisa, to shoulder the blame, no matter what. Speak, I thought. My mouth gave it another try. Lisa beat me to it.

“Mommy, please…” her voice seemed years younger. She was so scared…

“Janice, it wasn’t her fau—” Her eyes shot up and stopped me cold. Her stare was indescribable.

“Go,” was all she said. The way she said it. I looked at Lisa who with wet eyes nodded. I left.

And so began my week in hell. I sat in shock in the living room the rest of the day, waiting for something. A savage attack from an outraged mother, a visit from the authorities, the condemnation of the neighborhood, SOMETHING. Nothing. When the sun went down and the house grew dark I knew that the cops would not be showing up. I don’t know why but I knew I was safe in that sense. Did it make me feel better? Hell, no. Now mind you, if you think this came down to shame or guilt I must say now ‘Hell, no’.

If I’d have believed that the love and lust I felt for my Angel was in any way shameful I never would have started so fuck all that. My despair was in the damage I caused to Lisa and Janice. What was going on over there now? Was she beating the child? Hating her? Blaming herself? Should I try to go over and explain or offer myself for punishment owed to a mother? I couldn’t go over because, well, I was damned scared.

I slept terribly. I cried. The next day I kept watching the house from behind the curtains but saw no one. The day was spent pacing and fretting. Bob came home that night, dropped off by his buddies. I could see from the look of him that he had a hangover so bad his hair hurt. His team not only didn’t do well they embarrassed themselves. I realized that I must look terrible to him as well. When he saw my eyes, swollen from crying, he said ‘don’t worry hon, there’s always next year’ and went upstairs and passed out. The idiot thought I was upset about losing the series! If I hadn’t been so grateful that he crashed quickly I would have brained him with a skillet. Later on he asked if Janice and I had some kind of fight or something. I curtly told him to ‘leave it be’ and he wisely did.

My week at work was bad. My mind was in a fog. The boss took me aside and said he was worried about me. Do I need to take some time off? It’s okay. Thank you, no, I’m fine. The thought of pacing around staring at the house next door was dreadful.

Wednesday, when I got home, Lisa called.

“Pam? Are you all right?” her voice wavered.

“I’m fine baby, how are you doing?” I tried to sound calm, “what’s going on?”

I could hear the tears in her throat. “She’s not talking to me, Aunt Pam. She makes dinner and sends me to my room and then she goes to her room and she doesn’t talk to me! Every night. She hates me, I know!”

“She doesn’t hate you, Lisa, she’s …just still in a bit of shock, that’s all. Did you two say anything?”

“Her voice became a whisper. “After you left… I told her…some things. But now she just stays in her room. And I stay in my room. I’m so unhappy, Aunt Pam.” Then she said she had to go. “I love you” was the last thing she said and hung up.

The next morning I saw them leave the house. Poor Lisa had a face that was devoid of happiness. Janice’s was devoid of anything. I saw her give her child some lunch money before she left for the bus stop but it seemed so cold and business-like. No goodbye hugs or kisses. Still I did nothing as Janice drove off in her rental car. (Her car had permanently stalled out blocks from the house that fateful Saturday which was why she had come back home so unexpectantly.)

Bob said I should go and talk to Janice and again I said to leave it be. He had occasionally reminded me, in the past, to be careful not to overstep Janice’s authority as Mom when it came to Lisa. He now assumed this might have happened. It upset him that we were not friends anymore and I was afraid he might call her to get things patched up. Would she tell him everything? How would he see me after that? I resolved to be my old cheerful self to keep him uninvolved.

Friday I resolved to go over and talk to Janice. It didn’t happen. I was too chicken.

Saturday I resolved to go over and talk to Janice. Bob was out that morning. I paced around the house working up the nerve. It wasn’t gonna happen, I thought. I looked out the window. I saw the moving van in front of Janice’s house.

My heart stopped.

I looked again. There it was. Ace Moving Company. An Ace Moving guy walked up the porch and knocked on the door. I paced around furiously. She’s running away! She’s taking my Angel! My best friend is taking her girl and fleeing! That bitch!

I felt the fever in my blood. I stormed out the back door and up to hers. The key wasn’t there. Fine! I’ll break the glass. Fortunately I turned the knob and found it unlocked. I charged into the living room shouting for Janice before realizing she was standing right in front of me, wearing a bathrobe and holding her coffee cup.

“Pam, what are you—”

I shot my palm up and cut her off. “No. Don’t talk. You will listen to me!” And then I began my filibuster. The thing is: I don’t really remember exactly what I said. I started off in what I felt was a clear-headed and composed rant. The high points I recall: I took responsibility for what happened between Lisa and me. I seduced that child. I was the one who schemed and arranged our trysts. And yet you punish that sweet daughter of yours. Cruelly I might add. As if—As if she’d changed on you. Did she? Did she really? Didn’t you see that she was always worrying about you? Didn’t she always have a hot bubble bath waiting for on your worst days? Didn’t you fuckin’ notice that she sneaked her babysitting money into your purse? She slid the bills into yours so you wouldn’t spot it. (As I went on my emotions started to take over and I began to sound, well, like early-Janice; a steady rise of drama and hysteria in my voice) And now when she’s scared and needs your understanding … okay, maybe you don’t have a lot of understanding in this situation, I’ll grant you that, hell, who does, but the thing is she needs a MOTHER right now regardless what you think and WHAT do you do? You get COLD on her! What, just because you not yelling and screaming it’s okay? You’re killing her with your silence! You’re breaking your own promise about her never frowning again the way she used to. Hell, she’s been looking like that all week, I know it! (History showed that I had begun to sound like Laura Petrie in a sobbing monologue at this point. I didn’t care.)

“And what ME?” I began to sob, “ If you leave what happens to me? I never had friends like you two. You’re like family to me. All right maybe a really weird family but that doesn’t change the fact that I miss you. I think about the night we had and the way you felt in my arms. I miss having coffee with you and I don’t even really like your coffee. It’s too stroonngg,” I wailed. Okay, now I just sounded like an idiot, but there was no stopping me. “I love Lisa. And I love you! So shoot me. But what! You’re gonna run away? Is that the answer to all this? Just pack up and leave? Is that how you’ll solve all your fuckin’ problems? Is that what you’ll teach Lisa? That running away is the answer? Is it? Well?! IS IT?”

I actually thought to pause for a response. Janice looked as if she was unsure if it was safe to do so.

“Pam, what the hell are you talking about?”

“THE VAN!” I yelled hysterically, pointing at the window, “The FUCKIN” MOVING VAN!! Don’t you think I don’t know what’s going on? I saw the guy come up here. You’re packing up and…and…”

I looked around. The place looked as it always did. Nothing, it seems, was packed. Janice put her coffee cup down on a side table and maintained an incredibly cool demeanor.

“Pam, the Cleavers are moving, remember? The truck driver was trying to find out whose car was blocking their access across the street. I told them it was probably belonged to Mrs. Reed’s nephew across the way.”

My arm was still pointing at the window. I turned and pulled the curtain aside. Sure enough some preppy kid was moving his Lexus out of the way and the van was backing up in the Cleavers’ yard. My fit of insanity dropped off me like a cloak and I was afraid to turn around. Janice’s calm voice was right behind me.

“Jeez, Pam, the ‘Sold’ sign was up for two months.” And then her whisper was behind my ear, “And I’ve missed you too.” Her hands gently clutched my shoulders and I lost it, crying like a river. She took me to the couch and started soothing me.

“Poor Pam, you’re a mess. Lisa, come here.”

I looked up. Lisa had been standing at the middle of the stairs. She approached apprehensively, that sad, worried look on her face. Janice had pulled a box of Kleenex out of somewhere. “Honey, go make Aunt Pam some tea, please. The cinnamon kind she likes. Hurry now.” I saw a sudden lift in Lisa’s expression and she rushed off. I kept snuffling. You must hate me, I said. “Of course I hate you,” she said matter-of-factly, “you molested my daughter, you pervert. Here,” she held a tissue to my nose, “now blow. Good. How do you think I should feel? And your timing sucked. The first time I make love to someone and I enjoy myself completely and then you have to go and—”, she paused to consider what she was saying, “you know when this sort of thing happens I figure there should be outrage, plain and simple. And there was, mind you. Lots. But it was a confusing kind of outrage. All these other emotions were in there; I was angry, I felt betrayed. I mean, the longer I thought about it… I felt …envious…left out…” her voice became a whisper, “I was…jealous.” She waited for a comment but I was at a loss for words. “I’m not sure who I was jealous of.” She put another tissue to my nose and I blew. “I’ve been hiding,” she continued, “trying to figure out why all these feelings were competing with my ‘outraged mother’ thing. I think a month ago I wouldn’t have been able to handle any of this at all.”

Lisa popped back with the tea. She must have nuked it in the microwave. Her hand was shaking. “You’re right about one thing,” Janice took the cup out of her daughter’s hand before she could scald herself and set it aside, “I lost my Smiling Lisa. Oh baby I’m so sorry—“ And she grabbed her daughter and hugged her tightly and Lisa hugged back with a fierce grip and there was nervous, joyful weeping all around.

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Our next few coffee klatches were subdued. I was still timid and unsure. Janice was so assured, nothing seemed to fluster her anymore. She needed to talk about the feelings that had been confusing her. I gratefully listened. Lisa would find an excuse to come into the kitchen and see what we were talking about. She and I were still quiet and nervous. Janice wanted so much for us to be our old selves.

“You know I figured you never lied to me, Pam, since I never asked the right question. You just never told me things. But you did lie about one thing: you didn’t seduce Lisa, she seduced you.”

I shot a look at Lisa who was nodding at this statement. I still wasn’t used to Janice talking so bluntly about this sort of thing and I found out that Lisa told her about the two of us and left out all other supporting characters.

“That’s ridiculous,” I dared to say, “I kissed her first.”

“No you didn’t,” Lisa said with a sly smirk that was a joy to see on her face, “I kissed YOU. I remember. I’m the one who came over with my fake order of cookies to sell. That proves it. I seduced you. So there.”

My mind went into Time Warp. “Waitaminute…I wrote a check for those cookies.”

“Yup.”

“I …just realized. I never got those cookies.”

“Yup.”

I couldn’t believe I forgot about that. “Where the hell are my cookies?”

Little Lisa broke into giggles. “I ate them.”

“Why you little…”

I saw Janice enjoy this. It was the giggles that were back in Lisa’s mouth that made her laugh. That and the fact that I was out three boxes of chocolate chip. It felt good but still strange. Okay, Janice announced, homework time. Lisa gave a long kiss on her mother’s cheek and a quick one on mine and she was gone. We were quiet again (with a chuckle or two still there) and then I felt something about to happen. Janice straightened herself in her chair. Oh-oh, I thought, here it comes. I was expecting a pronouncement about her daughter. I told myself to be ready for it. If she were to decree a hands-off policy on Lisa I figured I would have to honor it. Perhaps it would involve herself as well. It would kill me and yet I would resolutely take the punishment.

Janice cleared her throat. “Now, …about Lisa.”

I nodded and waited. She stirred her coffee unnecessarily. She didn’t look up until she asked softly:

“What’s it like?”

I brought my cup up to my lips slowly but smoothly. Outside I was cool as can be. Inside my eyes bugged out and I looked like that kid from the Home Alone poster.

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I looked hot. I wore my favorite black dress that didn’t show a lot of bare cleavage but still accented my full boobs. Janice wore a new strapless I had given her. (With all that went on I have almost forgot about her birthday). She looked hot. We stood outside her house tapping our toes, freezing, waiting on Lisa. She wanted to make a dramatic exit from the house and we clapped and whistled when she appeared in her new dress, a lovely blue dinner piece that tried to give her a shape she was still too young for. Janice and I nodded. SHE looked hot. We then threw on our coats and waved goodbye to Bob who was throwing wolf whistles from the living room window.

“Bob’s cool with our ‘girls night out’?”

“Are you kidding?” I laughed, “His words were ‘and don’t come back until you two are Betty and Wilma again’. He hated that we fought.”

The night was well planned. We drove into the city and had reservations to the classiest restaurant in town. How amusing we must have looked when we checked our coats and strutted to our table. Two women looking and feeling sexy with a ten-year-old girl between us to keep us respectable. The dinner went perfectly. Lisa glowed like a radiant princess and all the patrons; couples, business suits, even the staff were charmed by this schoolgirl who sat with perfect posture. Janice and I couldn’t stop grinning which was a good thing since we’d catch each other’s eye from time to time, blush and remind ourselves of one of the reasons why we were grinning.

Lisa blushed, too, when she looked around. Mom, everyone’s smiling at us, she whispered. “Of course they are, darling,” said Janice warmly, “you’re the loveliest woman in this room.” It was wonderful how Janice said this to Lisa. I think my angel fell deeply in love right then.

We were happy. There was electricity between us. We chuckled and ate gave sly looks to each other. Lisa caught her mother staring at her a couple of times but Janice would look away and talk to me. Then she got the nerve to hold her gaze on her daughter until they both gave blushing smiles. I was starting to get warm. Lisa cleared her throat and raised her glass for a toast. (The waiter was nice enough to pour her ginger ale into a wine glass like ours. He even let her sniff the Stewart’s bottle cap for approval.) “To the best moms in the whole world. I love you guys. Happy birthday, Mother.” Here, here, we clinked. An elderly couple at a nearby table raised their glasses too.

As we left the establishment Janice was curious at what the coat-check girl commented to me. “She said we were the nicest lesbian parents she’s ever seen.”

Amazing. Two weeks ago I was devastated at the prospect of losing these two treasures in my life. Last week I was lying in bed with Janice, suckling her juicy nipples as she made her decision to cross into the taboo frontier. You have until Friday to change your mind, I said, and then you belong to us. Bob didn’t mind that we were staying overnight in the city. It might have looked suspicious on several levels but with ten-year-old Lisa in tow we just looked cute and domestic. Lisa made a point to tease and tempt her mother several times in the week by ‘unconsciously’ showing a bit of skin or a provocative pose.

Now we were entering the hotel suite. I went all out. High, fluffy king-size bed, small living room and kitchenette. Oh, and a luxury bath. Lisa whistled that she was impressed and went to put our meager groceries in the fridge. Janice was still standing at the door. You okay? I asked.

“Getting a little scared,” she said meekly.

Lisa heard this and came over, took her mother’s hands and walked her to the couch. Oh no you don’t she said and removed Janice’s hi-heels. I fixed us some drinks to let the spirits from the dinner wine kick back in. I sat closely next to her as Lisa put some romantic music on from a TV channel. I was definitely feeling my old horny self again. I wanted Janice to have that same lust I felt when I looked at my angel. I could see hesitating doubt instead. We kicked off our shoes and felt like teenagers after the prom. We sat and giggled and rubbed our stocking feet together. As she sat at our feet in her lovely evening dress, Lisa looked seemed to look younger. Her eyes played back and forth between ours. After a while she snuggled between us on the couch, closing the gap.

“I haven’t seen you two kiss,” she announced. That’s true. The both times we made love have been without Lisa in the house and we were naturally discreet anywhere else. I turned to the nervous woman and leaned in to kiss her. Janice made it a short kiss, like a comfortably married couple. “No, Mommy, like this.” Lisa stood on her knees and kissed me with soft passion. This time I broke it short. I was not used to this display in front of her mother. “Ohh,” Lisa, exasperated, “like this, Mommy.” And she held Janice’s cheeks with her small hands and brought her fresh lips onto her mother’s. It was a tender touch of the mouth that slowly but surely intensified. I watched with envy as her small but lush lips moved over her mother’s. When they pulled apart with a gentle ‘smack’ I saw that Janice’s eyes were a little glazed.

“Oh my…” she gasped. I was so turned on. Once again Lisa took her hands and led her to the bed, motioning me to snap out of it and join them. From there it was a dream. I stood with my back to Lisa and smiled at Janice as my unzippered dress fell off. My lacy bra had plenty of cleavage. Lisa walked behind her mother and unzipped her gown and I saw Janice’s nipples pop forward thru her top. There’s something about an evening dress as it slides off your body on a sinful night. Janice stood still (only her chest rising and falling) in her panties and bra. Lisa and I did a slow walk around her. This time I got to whisper in her ear from behind, “Now I’m going to show you a world like you’ve never seen. Or ever felt. And you’ll love it!” I hissed.

Lisa stood in front of her mother and feasted her eyes on the second mature body in her young sex life. She smiled at Janice. “You’re beautiful, Mom.”

“Lisa, your turn.” I said gently.

Lisa turned around and waited for her zipper to be attended to. Janice hesitated and then, with a slight tremble, worked the device down. I turned the child around and with a hand on each shoulder slowly drew the garment off, letting the mother admire the pink, Hershey-shaped nipples of her young one. Janice looked in fascination. Of course she had seen her daughter’s little buds before but not in the state they were in now; extended and puffy, delectably sitting on a smooth flat chest. I continued downward. I had intended to stop at the first sign of panties but was surprised to see her bare butt come into view. The girl pushed the dress the rest of the way off and stood defiantly with her hands on her hips. “I went ‘commando’” she breathed and stepped her legs apart to show her beautiful bare pussy. I heard Janice’s inward gasp. Now, I thought, the Point of No Return is near. The scent of excited pussy was obvious by this time. Yes, okay, it was my scent and I wanted it to fill Janice’s nostrils. I figured I would have to do a little more nudging to push her over the edge to Our Side so I went to give her my New and Improved Come From Behind Patented Nipple Tweak and was taken by surprise when she kissed me passionately, pushing her body into mine and crying out a soft moan. She broke away, dropped to her knees and kissed her little daughter with the same fervor. She pulled away and smiled at Lisa, her fingers touching and gripping her puffy nipples with loving interest. Wow, okay. I took the moment to undo her bra and Lisa took the moment to take her mother’s tit in her mouth. Woman and girl on the floor, Janice holding her Lisa to her breast, my fingers just had to go into my panties. Lisa’s eyes popped open wide as she suckled and she knew I’d been telling the truth: suck firmly and you’ll get a little juice from that nipple. Janice opened her eyes and saw me masturbating in front of them, one hand in my cunt and the other mauling my pencil-eraser sized nubs. Lisa’s hands began roaming over her mother’s body as she nursed, squeezing her other spongy breast and I silently urged Janice to do the same. She looked down and ran her palms down my angel’s back until she was caressing her cushy buttcheeks. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as she felt down underneath to the child’s most private area. I couldn’t see but I imagined her touching my little one’s asshole, thought of her pushing her finger in just a bit and I knew I was about to come. I expected it. I had guessed that the first one was going to be fast and furious. I had not, however, planned to be standing in front of an audience with my legs arched apart, my hand in my pussy, my legs wobbling underneath me as I struggled to keep from dropping to my knees as I climaxed. Drop to my knees I did though, after the orgasmic waves subsided. I found mother and child applauding me. After a while it seemed like the bed might be a nice place to be. Parent and child began exploring each other and I acted as tour guide. I wanted Janice to experience her first youngster with the same joy I had. I needn’t have worried. This was more than just a ‘youngster’ to her. I was loving the nudity of the whole scene and delighted in viewing each position they shifted to. Lisa had her first orgasm with her mother as Janice licked her smooth slit. After the girl had stopped convulsing Janice grinned with wonder at what she had done and, with a finger, wiped the pussy juice from her chin and tasted her some more. Lisa was in love with the petal-like flaps of her mum’s cunt. I smiled as I watched her pulled them out with her lips, first one side then the other, before diving into the middle. I was perfectly content with watching them and fingering myself to god-knows how many explosions. I was so wet and horny, I loved the way I tasted and would just sit back and lick my fingers as I watched the two sixty-nine. Lisa laid on her tummy as we both brought our faces close to her backside and I pulled her cheeks apart to show Mom her gorgeous puckered button-hole. Janice inspected it and looked at me. I nodded, “she loves it.”

Lisa giggled, “Pam loves it even more.”

Janice kissed the little star and then began running her tongue around it. Soon her face was buried in the child’s cheeks and Lisa was moaning as her hand was sliding up and down her front crack. I became lovingly jealous and decided it was time I joined in fully. I moved behind Janice whose ass was in the air allowing me free access to her wrinkled rosebud. I felt her round muscle push in and out against my tongue and I was soon swabbing her hole with abandon. I loved it. I was rimming the mother who was rimming her daughter. It doesn’t get any better than this.

And yet it did. Lisa insisted on tasting her mother’s ass. Janice insisted on rubbing her nipples over her daughter’s clit. Janice and I slid our pussies together while the ten-year-old licked in between. Poor Lisa’s nipples were red and raw from the two of us sucking on them so much. The child loved it when we women would grind our boobs together. At one point mother and daughter were eating me out, the little one slurping on my honeybox and Mom sticking her tongue in my asshole. We were in a state of lustful passion and found ourselves REALLY turned on when we were grinding our full, fleshy bodies against our nymph’s boyish frame. We did this together, panting into each other’s faces as we humped against the child, smearing her soft skin with our fragrant cunt juices. We came a number of times doing this while Lisa played with whatever holes her fingers could find. Finally, the only reason we’d stopped cumming was because we passed out from exhaustion.

Sometime in the night I slid out from under arms and legs and got up to go to the loo. I sat on the john and suddenly Lisa was in front of me, looking like a naked sprite. She straddled over my legs and whispered, “Remember this?” She then let go with a hiss a stream of pee that struck my tummy and ran down over my cunt. I sighed and started peeing as well running my hands into the wetness to grip my poor tired clit. We were exhausted and still managed to eke out one more cum. She came quickly, as her piss stream started to dwindle. She then shot her hand through my flow, underneath me and pushed a finger up my bottom. One wiggle and I was bucking, pushing a few extra squirts as I came.

We chuckled tiredly and kissed, ran our hands through the sink and collapsed around Janice’s smooth warm body.

The next morning was languid and relaxing. Our naked bodies, wrapped around each other, glowed in the morning sunlight. Mother and daughter were kissing like young teenagers. Lisa was hungry. Hell we were ALL famished. Even though it was using up our budget we opted for room service. We dreaded the thought of having to go out. This was supposed to be the start of our Shop-Til-We-Drop Holiday that we were here for.

“We have to have some booty to take back and show Bob.” Janice moaned, “Otherwise he’ll wonder what the hell we’ve been doing all this time.”

“We’ll hit a K-mart and throw it all in expensive bags. Men don’t know the difference.” All I wanted was breakfast.

We did go out, though. We shopped quickly for some bargains and found some expensive designer bags to put them in. We were primed and ready to go back to the room for a late afternoon of more fun before having to head home.

We were sitting at the café of a bookstore having coffee. We could see Lisa at the upper level picking out some pop music. I smiled at my coffee, it was delicious. “I don’t like it,” Janice sipped, “not strong enough.” We both grinned broadly. I suddenly wished I had taken a picture of Janice when I first met her a year ago. Without worry lines and frowns she looked like a different woman now. She looked scrumptiously different.

Lisa found something she’d been looking for and ‘hoo-wooed’ to us, then continued scrounging.

“She loves you,” Janice said. “I love you. I don’t know if I’ll be able to share you with another man. Good thing Bob’s so likable.”

Inside I worried a little. Life was complicated before. And there was still young Keri to think about! Mmmm, young Keri, with that lovely tasty slit… Yeah, no doubt about it, things could only get crazier.

When we stepped out onto the city street with our shopping bags and smiles we found it had started snowing. Lisa pulled us close and we were as one as we walked. I couldn’t help but say, “It’s been a wild year.”

“Amen,” agreed Janice.

“Yeah,” Lisa piped, “I can’t wait til’ I turn eleven!”