I Blame The Parents 9

by hornykate

Mother had obviously extended her stay. What was to be a few days had turned into a week, and who knew when she was going home? Not us. Not her. She'd phoned a neighbour to check on the house and to explain she was staying longer than expected. She was now an official member of our ménage à cinque. But she and Rose wanted a ménage à sept.

Regarding Sarah and her niece, Rose had said 'leave it to me' which I had and, boy, did she deliver. But first, allow me to go back in time to when I was eight. I'll be brief.

I'd been taunting my mother for a while about Maisie, a school friend who Mother fantasized over. She was seven and I'd already corrupted her little soul, starting in her bedroom with a kiss, then a little petting, then heavier petting. She'd been more than willing. In fact she turned out to be a pretty wanton little thing, which was about the time I took her home to meet Mother. Mother walked into our bedroom one day, 'accidentally', and caught us in the act. Yes, of course, she joined in. In the course of this first encounter she asked Maisie about her little sister Sarah. To cut to the chase, Maisie soon began bringing Sarah round too. And at four years old, Sarah became the apple of my mother's eye. My mother DEVOURED her (not literally, dont worry, no-one was eaten). She couldn't get enough of this little four year olds cunt. Nor could I. Nor could Maisie actually. But circumstance got in the way. Maisie's family moved to another town so that was the end of that.

Back to the present, and Sarah had moved back with Maisie's daughter. This was related to me by Rose. Apparently Maisie had married, and got pregnant by, a violent thug who was making threats against both her and her daughter, so the daughter, Holly, had come to stay with Sarah til Maisie figured a way out of her nightmare.

Anyway, I digress. Rose had met up with Sarah and had invited her round so Holly could meet Jo and Sophie.

Although Mother wanted this, on the day of Sarah's visit she was as nervy as a kitten. She kept checking her appearance in the mirror, or indeed anything that gave a reflection. The kettle. The toaster. It was a bit mad.

Then came the knock on the door and in came a rather delicious Sarah, followed by the very delicious little Holly. Rose introduced us but there was no need, really. She remembered us perfectly well. Sarah was a brunette, her hair long and naturally curly. Slim, bordering on thin. Small breasts. Holly? Another brunette, hair in a pony-tail, slightly chubby, but only slightly. And such a pretty little face.

The children all went upstairs to play leaving us adults to reminisce. It could have been awkward, but Sarah surprised us all by walking over to my Mother, taking her hands and saying "I remember everything. And I fantasize about it to this day."

My mother almost collapsed. She didn't though.

"I fantasize about it too," she said, "I wish we could do it all again."

The atmosphere was instantly charged, like a sexual static electric crackling off everyone, me and Rose included.

"We cant do that again," said Sarah, with a little laugh, "but we can do other things." By this time Rose and I had joined this little love-in, circling our arms round the two apparent love-birds.

"What other things?" asked Mother in a voice that begged for dark secrets. By way of answer, Sarah slid a hand between my mother's legs, and quietly said "Did you enjoy me? Did you like licking my little cunt all those years ago? I told you I remember, I remember every lick, every kiss. I was so nervous coming here..."

"...so was I," replied Mother, "but yes, I enjoyed you, I didn't want you to move away."

Sarah's hand was now inside my mother's panties. I knew that because we could hear it. Rose was behind my mother, and I was behind Sarah, who said to Mother, "Tell me what you're thinking, tell me who you're thinking about."

"You," said Mother.

"No, who else, please tell me." There was a pause of about a minute as Sarah finger fucked my mother.

"Holly," whispered Mother, "I'm thinking about Holly."

"Would you like to lick her little cunt? Like you licked mine? I've seen her cunt. It's beautiful. I've even licked her cunt. Does that shock you?"

"No. Did she like it?"

I thought my mother would pass out. And when Sarah answered her she nearly did.

"Yes, she loved it. I remember Lisa wanted me to piss on you, but I never did."

"No, I wanted you to," said Mother.

Then Sarah put her mouth to Mother's ear, and Rose and I leant in together so as to hear what was said.

"I'd gladly do it now," she whispered, "and maybe we can persuade Holly as well. Would you like that? I know you would. Just imagine her little knickers, wet with piss. Rose has told me so much. Tell me you want her."

Mother was momentarily speechless.

"Yes," she eventually said, "I want her. I want to do what I did to you." Mother had by now begun fingering Sarah.

"I think," suggested Sarah, "we should call the children down."