Frankie and Janey and the Tea Party, Part One

by Honey West

“Please?” Frankie smiled as she rinsed off the dishes and set them to dry. Little Edward giggled and shook his head.

The four-year-old boy was sitting on the counter-top next to the sink as Frankie was wiping the stovetop.

“Pretty please?” Frankie pleaded with a grin as she started the tea kettle, “pretty please with sugar on it?” Eddie grinned and again shook his head no. He loved this attention that his new mother gave him on these nights. I snuck up to the kitchen doorway and watched as they played their teasing games. It looked mildly surreal: Frankie, my stunningly beautiful lesbian ‘wife’, was dressed for a night out. Her stylish black dress molded her curves perfectly and yet showed just a right amount of her ample cleavage. Tasteful but still sexy as hell. Watching her stand there in heels next to a child wearing only a tee-shirt and under-roos struck me as a perfect picture moment. The youngster was joyfully blushing and his tiny erection was making a tent in his skivvies. He clasped his hands together in anticipation and chuckled as only a little boy could chuckle.

Frankie cooed, “come on now, squirt. Don’t I get to see it? No? Hmm. Would you like to see mine? Oh? Well you can’t tonight, so there! Would you like to see it tomorrow? Well then I get to see it now, Okay?” Eddie shook his head gleefully. “You’re not gonna let your mother see your little dickie? Why you little monster—” And with that she playfully gripped his little two-inch boner through his underwear causing him to squeal with laughter. Frankie looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and then, pausing to feel the texture between her fingers, placed her mouth over the white fabric hard-on and pretended to chomp on it raising the child’s laugh to a high screech. Amid the hi-jinks, I saw my lover’s hand sneak to the elastic band of the boy’s tighty-whity’s and was about to caution her when the doorbell rang.

Mother and child mock-gasped quietly at each other. “Ooh, it’s Melissa! Go get into your pajamas young man.” Edward hopped down and scampered off to his room. I let in our babysitter, Melissa, and went through the usual set of instructions: snacks in the fridge, emergency phone number, kids can stay up a little later tonight, etc. I looked in on Christina before we left. The young beauty was on the bed reading the new Harry Potter book and coolly told us to have a fun night. I don’t think she liked us ‘wasting’ a Friday night going out when it took so long for the weekend to come around.

Let me explain. My name is Janey, by the way, and, as some of you know, I am living in an unusual but loving situation. My lover, Frankie, and I became ‘parents’ when her sister was killed in a car crash and her kids came to live with us. Wanting the children to grow up in a stable home environment we naturally hid the fact that we were, well, for want of a better term, pedophile-fantasists. We acted the perfect parents: fed and clothed them well, monitored their television content, checked homework for spelling errors and, I’m glad to say, loved them as parents should. I mean, how could we not? They were both such dears—so well-mannered, bright and endearing—I was not surprised at how fast Frankie and I took to our new lifestyle. Now don’t get me wrong; despite our pledge to maintain a maternal-only attitude with the kids, we naturally couldn’t help but ‘lust in our hearts’ whenever young seven-year-old Christina skipped past us in her snug jeans and her form-fitting tops. With her boyish chest and plump little ass, this child was a stunner. With long straight hair like Marcia Brady and soft red lips that made you think she had on permanent lipstick, this was one future heartbreaker. Whenever she left for classes in her little plaid dress/uniform, looking like a Japanese schoolgirl dream, Frankie would cool herself with an imaginary fan and I would smile in agreement.

Imagine our shock when it finally came out that these kids had routinely engaged in sex-play with their late mother, Angela, and sadly missed the pride and joy they felt in causing her passionate orgasms. Often they would put on shows for their mum; little Christy (at 5 years of age) suckling on her toddler brother’s teeny cock as Angela would frig herself from one explosion to the next. It seems that a strong sense of caution and discretion was instilled into these youngsters as their mother warned them that any hint of their bedroom activities might result in the breakup of their happy family home. It was only by a chance bit of luck that I discovered the two of them in Christy’s bedroom one afternoon. Before long we were celebrating Frankie’s birthday with a party out of a pedophile’s dream; the kids stripped naked for us and we had our way with them. It was such an exhausting night that we slept for a whole day afterwards.

For a week or so after that Frankie and I were like two kids in a candy shop. We couldn’t get enough of touching these young smooth bodies. We would rush home from work practically salivating to run our tongues over their hairless treasures. Christina, who was overjoyed to once again please a mother figure, was also concerned at our increasing lack of control and discretion. When I patted her behind in the building elevator she glared at me. Little Edward was practically sleeping through kindergarten. And when we kept Christy home from school one day to satisfy our desires, offering to write a sick note to the teacher, she put her foot down. She called for an official meeting to be held at the dining table, complete with notes she had written down. Frankie and I sat in our chairs with bemusement.

“Me and my brother—” she began.

“My brother and I,” I corrected.

“My brother and I,” she said testily, “have lost our mother. We do not intend to lose you two either.”

We sat up in our chairs. The child was as serious as she was lovely.

“Mom,” she continued, “said it was important to know that people on the outside would not understand about the things we did and would take us away from her if they did find out. She gave us rules to follow so that no one would ever split us up.” The girl paused. “We love you both SOO much! But you two have been breaking those rules. It makes me scared.”

Here we were, two grown adults feeling two inches tall in front of a seven-year-old child. You’re right, we said, and we’re sorry. We will follow the rules from now on.

“Well,” she smiled (being a Johnny Depp fan), “they’re more like guidelines, actually.”

It was really just common sense stuff, of course. In public, even when we knew we were alone, we were the perfect respectable and affectionate family. At home, we were back to homework, chores and strict bedtimes. During the week, that is. On the weekends it was sin city. Angela probably liked the discipline involved and the fact that it kept her romance with the kids ‘fresh’. I came to understand that part. During the week we would do math problems, jig-saw puzzles and Nickelodeon TV. By Thursday, tho, we would start anticipating the weekend. Friday mornings we would be giggling and flirting around the breakfast table and on Friday nights the games would begin.

Oh, the weekends were HEAVEN. When we weren’t at the park or the movies or the mall, Frankie and I were in the bedroom pressing Christy’s coltish body between us. Or Frankie and Eddie were in the bathtub together. Or Christina and I were playing Doctor in her room. Or…well you get the idea. When Monday came around it was clear that we needed the week to rest up.

So why were the adults going out on a Friday night? The Rules, of course. Frankie and I were not to break up our normal routines. One of those routines occurred every two weeks or so with an invitation to Alice’s Tea Party. This was a small gathering of lesbian single mothers who would secure babysitters for the night and get a chance to go wild in the comfort of Alice’s home. It started at the school PTA meeting where we detected at least two other women of Sapphic leaning. We got together for a few drinks and compared notes on the hassles and joys of child-rearing and agreed that it was tough for ANY single mom to get laid these days much less us lesbians. (Even live-in lovers like Frankie and me found more interruptions than we were used to.) Soon the tea party was created. Occasionally there was a personnel change but mostly it was the original members that met on a lucky night to have some drinks, smoke some pot and indulge in various grades of Orgy. Alice was fun (and a screamer), Teresa worked wonders with her tongue and Allison was a nympho once she got started. But my favorite, and the one Frankie and I tended to gravitate towards a lot, was Liv, a fair-haired beauty about Frankie’s age with the tastiest pussy outside of family life. Neither slim nor fat, she had the kind of soft fleshiness that matched her light Scandinavian skin. And of course EVERYBODY gravitated toward Frankie. Though the lot of us were in pretty good shape for single moms, Frankie was just plain beautiful. The kind of beauty that made men collide into each other in malls. My tits were respectable; hers were perfect. Sooner or later each woman would find her way to Frankie’s body to touch or taste or smell. Frankie was always unaffected by this attention, always willing to give more than receive. Her infectious, good-natured laugh and soft sighs I’m sure made the girls envious of me and I enjoyed it.

We were horny for tonight’s party as usual. A traffic tie-up on the freeway made us rather late and we figured the girls would have started without us by the time we arrived. Instead they were still having drinks in the living room as we waved hello. I went to the hallway to hang up our coats and found Liv putting hers on. Are you leaving? I asked. She gave me a nervous smile.

“I’m sorry”, she said quietly with that lovely European accent, “I have made them uncomfortable. I do not wish to do that. I am going.”

We were out of range of the living room. I pressed her to tell me what the problem was.

“I…was at an office party today. I guess I had a few drinks when I came here… Anyway I asked if my daughter could join the group.”

“Your daughter? Is she..?”

“Yes. She has decided she also a lesbian.”

“Well, I mean..she’s young, isn’t she?”

“She’s eleven. And you will hear it from them because I spoke in haste. I introduced her to this particular joy.” Liv zipped up her coat and walked to the door. I didn’t know what to do or say at that moment. She smiled at me. “Goodbye, Janey. You and Frankie were my favorites.” And she closed the door.

Frankie was watching me as I entered the room. Teresa was in an excited, gossipy mood. “Did she tell you, Janey? Liv’s been boffing her own daughter! And a child at that! Is that wild or what?!” Allison was cooler, “I don’t think she meant for it to come out but when the slip came she froze and kinda waited for us to react.” The reaction, I could guess, was like a cold shoulder from the group. Now mind you, I found no fault with the girls for not accepting this behavior. They were hard-working single parents who had bills to pay and lunchboxes to fill and a busy world to live in. It was more like a cold reminder that Frankie and I now live in more special and very private world. Christy’s words came back to me. The ladies’ views were not much different from the majority.

Still, at the same time, I started to feel an air of unpleasantness as the group continued to voice their opinions. Teresa was becoming outraged (“I for one think it’s disgraceful.”), Allison, almost snobbish (It’s how they do things over there, she sniffed.) and Alice was starting to sound sanctimonious about it all. And I said nothing at all, pretending to be into their views and terrified that they might ask for my opinion any second now. My fear of endangering our lives with the children would force me to be a hypocrite. Frankie went to the kitchen to get some ice for her drink. It occurred to me how unsexy the evening had become. The doorbell rang and Carol and Edie came in and began their hello kisses. “Guess what!” Teresa started.

Suddenly I heard Frankie’s familiar ring tone muffling from her purse. I started to reach for it, grateful for the distraction but Frankie came out of the kitchen and scooped it up. “I’ve got it, hon. Hello. Melissa? Is everything all right? What?!… Are your folks home?… What?… No, you should have told me… No, that’s alright, we’re coming now.… No, I’m not mad. Just stay calm until we get there. Right. Bye.” She looked at me and announced, “Melissa’s sick. She’s been throwing up since we left. We gotta cut the evening short, Janey.”

It started to snow a little as we drove home. I smiled at my lover. “You faked that pretty well.”

“Yeah,” she said, “I called from the kitchen phone. It wasn’t our night to be there.”

I wondered now if any night was the night to be there. Anything Alice and the girls would say about Liv and her daughter would, let’s face it, be about us as well.

When we arrived home we caught Christy and Melissa playing Boggle at the dining table. Frankie gave the 7-year-old an especially warm hug and joined the two in the game. Later we paid the babysitter for a full night and I escorted her home. When I came back in all three were rushing about getting ready for bed. A Friday night kind of bed. Frankie was holding a joint out for me and Christy was printing some new drawings she had found for us on the internet. Little Edward who had earlier fallen asleep watching Scooby-Doo was now alert and giddy, dutifully rearranging the pillows on our bed for maximum comfort. Why did you come home early? Christina asked. Because we missed your sweet little pussy, Frankie said, so sue us.

It was a delightful night after that. The fact that it was snowing gave us a holiday feel and we lit the bedroom with candles. Frankie and I were such lusting perverts for all things young and hairless that we tended to forget the fact that Christy was now a lusting pervert for all things mature and fleshy. She couldn’t wait to run her hands over our breasts and rub her face in our bushy cunts. She always wore her flannel pajamas because she knew how we loved to pull the drawers off her small but plump bottom and push our noses into her cracks. We started this time by having the kids undress us. Christy giggled as she unzipped Frankie’s black dress and Eddie had to stand on the bed to undo mine. Frankie’s bra always unclasped from the front and our girl loved the way her boobs spilled forward. Soon we were all naked and cuddling, putting on little shows for each other. Frankie sat back with young Edward in her arms, masturbating as he suckled on her perfect tits, their nudity creating a perverse Madonna and Child scene. Christy and I started doing the same to each other as we watched them, the feel of my hand on her smooth mound inflaming me. Frankie pulled her wet glistening finger from her cunt and smeared the juices on her nipple. The four-year-old locked his little lips around it and she moaned as she resumed her diddling, her free hand salaciously kneading the boy’s ass cheeks. Christy, on her stomach, slid up to them and took her little brother’s boner into her mouth. Frankie’s hand moved faster on her pussy. I slid forward and rubbed my nose over Christy’s lovely backside, eyeing my roommate sinfully as I did so. She groaned and her mouth hung open as she worked her clit even faster. She stopped only long enough to lather Eddie’s two-inch erection with her cunt honey, much to Christy’s delight as she began to lick the juices off as if it were a candy stick. Pressing my face between the girl’s ass cheeks and inhaling the wonderful smell of young pussy and ass, I pulled her buns apart and gazed at her star-shaped hole as it puckered and pouted at me. I was literally salivating and that inspired me. I looked up to see that Frankie was watching me at that moment and with my hands holding our angel’s cheeks open I let a dribble of clear saliva drop onto Christy’s wrinkled asshole. The girl ‘oohhed’ when she felt this and as I dipped my tongue in to lap and probe Frankie started cumming. With my face buried in Christy’s butt, I could feel the bed shake from my lover’s convulsions. Poor Eddie had to grab on to her tit as she bucked her hips and wailed.

Christy continued to slurp on young Edward’s sausage and her pelvis began to hump when, with my tongue snaking into her ass, my fingers slipped into her bare slit. I was learning pretty fast how to make this child explode, and with my finger vibrating sideways inside her pussy and another finger sliding into her well lubricated bum-hole, she was just about there. Christina liked to come ‘dramatically’ when she and her brother were entertaining us. It was the way her mother used to cum. But when she came for real it was an intense and quiet (by comparison) orgasm that made her boyish body break out in a crimson flush, goosebumps or sweat—or all three. She was cumming like that now, her anal ring gripping my finger as I wiggled the tip inside her. I watched in delight as her ass cheeks clenched tightly during her release, her young little body flopping like a landed fish. When she turned over, gasping for air, I lowered my body onto hers, pressing my tits into her flat chest and kissing her red lips passionately. She wrapped her flexible legs around my hips and giggled; my finger was still knuckle-deep in her hole.

I dreamed that all four of us were standing in front of Alice, Teresa and Allison as if they were holding judgement on us. My partner and I were hanging our heads as if in shame. I think we were holding blankets over our half-dressed bodies. Suddenly Christina stepped forward in all her flat-chested nakedness and told the group to fuck off. Frankie and I grinned at each other and I awoke with that same grin. The morning brightness that told me it was still snowing outside. I smiled when I saw the glass of red juice looking at me from my bed table. Christy liked the way cranberry juice ‘cuts through the morning yuckies in your mouth’ and would have some ready if she was wanting to jump back into sex as soon as we woke up. I could feel Frankie’s warm body next to me and, as I sipped, turned to admire the way our blanket draped off her curvy hips. She was lying on her side with little Edward next to her. Christina was at the side of the bed watching and she motioned me to be silent. Eddie was still out like a light (having stayed up way past his bedtime) and slept with his mouth partly open. He always insisted on putting his pajamas back on after the festivities were over and Frankie was gently tugging the bottoms down his small legs. With her head casually resting on her arm, fully aware that we were observing but saying nothing, she began to toy with the four-year-old’s tiny penis, lightly gripping the baby mushroom-shaped cap between her thumb and forefinger and stroking his robins-egg ball-sac. Christina and I smiled at each other. For someone who was a die-hard lifelong lesbian, Frankie was always fascinated with our little boy’s wee-wee. She rolled it around with delicacy and it seemed to swell without actually becoming erect. We watched for a while until my lover lowered her face to his stomach and began lightly kissing his little hairless sausage. Soon she was suckling his penis and Eddie had awoken. He looked down, smiled and seemed to drift back to sleep. While she lazily lathed her tongue over his short stiffy, her hand slipped between her legs. I propped my pillow up for better viewing and laid back as my favorite schoolgirl came around and slid her nose into my bush. I felt her tongue separate my cunt lips and stroke my inner walls with a velvety glide and as I enjoyed the delights of her active mouth I closed my eyes and savored the feel of true family love. Fuck Alice and her tea party.

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The next Friday I picked up Christy from school and headed straight for the mall. A new dance curriculum for the girls had started and there was a list of certain apparel that had to be bought. At the recommended department store there was a buzz of mothers and daughters picking out the same pastel leotards. Christina giggled and waved hi to some of her classmates and then stepped into the dressing room to try on her outfit. My but I wanted to go in there and ‘help’ her but I was wisely following The Rules and sat down at a row of chairs facing the dressing area along with other moms. Despite feeling crampy, I was getting a warm rush watching other girls Christy’s age run in and out in their snug-fitting spandex, some looking just plain luscious. There were older girls too, with budding mounds and cupcake-size breasts, running to get approval from mother on this color or that. It was the middle of freezing February and everyone would be back in shapeless winter coats and scarves when they leave the mall but right now it was leotard-city and I was enjoying it. I fanned myself as the place was warm but that wasn’t the reason I was doing it. Two girls with Audrey-Hepburn-waiflike bodies came back out in their school uniforms and their mother, grumbling about the price of the outfits rose next to me and left for the cashier stand. Suddenly I was looking at Liv who was sitting four seats away. She appeared to be balancing her checkbook. She casually looked my way and, after a pause, did a double-take. Her face turned red but I gave my warmest smile and scooted over to her.

“You’re very kind,” she said, looking less embarrassed. Then she opened up to me her fears. She had been worrying about the Tea Party; would they report her? Was she in trouble? I assured her that she was safe. The girls didn’t want to draw any attention to themselves. In fact, one member, Carol, was fearful of even being outed. If her ex-husband found out that she was gay he would use it against her in a child custody battle. No, she was safe and should not worry. She visibly relaxed when I said that.

Suddenly, standing in front of us was a lovely young lass that I immediately knew was Liv’s daughter. The resemblance was … delightful! The same fair complexion, light hair and inviting fleshiness was now in a junior edition, and to top it off, she was in a tight violet body suit that gripped her preteen body and created a bit of ‘camel-toe’. Thinking back, I hoped that my mouth had not dropped open.

“Oh no, dear,” Liv gasped, “that is way too small. Go to the next size. Quickly.” The girl gave me a quick look and scampered back to the dressing room.

“I’m sorry. I should have introduced you. That was my daughter, Carly.” Liv looked at me as I realized I had watched her daughter all the way through the swinging doors. “She is precious, is she not? Please understand, there is nothing …dirty where my little one is concerned.”

I shushed her. “You have nothing to fear from me, Liv.”

Christina approached us. Now, I thought, it’s my turn to impress. Sure enough, I saw Liv’s eyes widen as I introduced my girl. The outfit she had on was stunning in itself: a soft blue-green with a hint of sparkles, she looked like a young Olympic gymnast ready to cause deviant thoughts in the judges’ minds. I could see that Liv was struck by her beauty. They smiled at each other during introductions and, after my approval for her selection, ran off to get back into her clothes. “An amazing child,” Liv finally said, her light skin had reddened a bit. She looked at me with certain curiosity, taking in my friendliness and tolerance and trying to come to a conclusion. But she could say nothing. She had also learned her lesson and now seemed to be thinking of a new subject to talk about.

I for one was getting really warm. I mean, first of all here we are sitting in the middle of a department store looking like two moms discussing recipes when we’re both aware that weeks earlier we were buck naked pressing our pussies together. Plus her young daughter gives me a fair idea of the outline of her little cunt. PLUS I get a thrill out of teasing Liv by showing little Christy off. As she talked about how there were so few girls Carly’s age in her apartment complex I kept fantasizing about mother/daughter pussy. Fortunately neither of us were dressed to kill that night and the environment made it easier to turn to small talk.