Susan's Phone Rang

by Muriel

As before, this is fiction. About girls of varying ages and erotic encounters. For you cyber nannies, either enjoy and admit it, or just enjoy. Oh, There no place like HIGHLAND PLEASURES as mentioned in this and other stories I'm hoping to post. I just wish there was.

I was putting some of Susan's clothes on her bed. Her cell phone was singing, more than ringing. These days, kids, especially girls Susan's age, can't live without one—hmmm—me too I suppose. Her grandparents bandied about the true need of the things, but entered a bidding war to provide my nine & six year old the latest and best stuff. Christmas was a techno bonanza for my oldest girl and her sister. No telling what a boy might have gotten. Jerry, my husband and happy papa, said a son would get a NASCAR race team and a space shuttle from them. Anyway, my mother and father bought her one of the TV/picture/music phones, and pay the charges. My husband's folks got her a whole computer set up complete with web cam.

Susan was in her bathroom, "Mom? can you answer that please?"

Sure, why not. Sally her little buddy was on the phone. That wasn't a surprise. The picture on Susan's screen was. A girl I'd never seen before was on it. She was as cute as Susan and Leanne my youngest girl, or Sally. But from what I could tell, this girl was nude—or topless.

Her short blond hair and blues eyes shown delight. I couldn't detect any clothing, but the image was just above. Even the 10-year-old nipples were very evident. A definite topic of discussion was on my mind, 'Lord, that girl is cute. Jerry can't see this.'

"Hey Sally, Susan's in the bathroom. She'll be out in a sec."

Sally hadn't thought I'd be on the phone and stumbled, "Oh, Hey, Um, Ms. Marti." There was dead air for moment. "Maybe I can ask you first since you're there. Mom said I can have a sleepover tomorrow night. If you say, can Susan come over?"

"Probably. Sally, I do have to talk with Susan about a very important matter. Susan might be a little late coming over. I don't know why not just now." I decided to tap the Back button on Susan's phone screen. The same girl showed up. This time she was nude as can be. She was leaning against tree, and still smiling, and her left leg crooked out enough to see her nearly baby-smooth pussy, on my daughter's phone.

Just then the bathroom door opened up, there was my young'un. I gave her the phone pointing to the picture, with the 'We need to talk' look, flipping the opened picture to my little sandy-tressed girl with the green bath towel snug to her little-girl chest. From hopeful-happy to "Oh Shit!" Susan's face denoted trouble for my baby.

"Tell Sally, maybe," and I left her to finish her conversation. I shot straight to the bathroom and fingered myself back to Earth after a brief trip to "O" land.

The real trouble for me; Susan is so cute. I mean all but the older boys, except the ones close to her age, just enjoyed her style and look. Her T-shirts gave a hint of tits to come. She wore her dark blue-jean shorts and began to fill the more teenage-valentine inverted look. Jerry noticed; I told him I couldn't blame him for that because I'm just as guilty. Sooner or later her young cute butt would no longer be hidden from the entire world.

Then there was our precocious Leanne to come.

Now you can ascertain Jerry and I aren't prudes. We're conservative in many ways. We attend a Lutheran church and hate paying sky-high taxes and being told how to live—including sex. Yet we also remember we were young. We did some naughty, silly and foolish things. Hey! I French kissed my cousins on purpose at my 10-birthday sleepover, including my very surprised host, Aunt Julia. (Daddy's so-called wierd little sister.) We decided these things, 'What were you thinking' moments, weren't going to be dynamite to our family life—more like inspiration to explore—assess, evaluate and overcome. Like my daddy said, "My mom was the 'How Could you?' person. He was the 'Why not and did it' guy. I'm a Daddy's girl that way.

This approach let our girls know they could admit to their actions without getting screamed at for being human. So here came my bedraggled-looking little girl.

"Have a seat," I motioned to Susan. She complied as though she were ready for a lecture. "Who's your friend?"

"Which one Mama?"

I drummed my fingers.

"Promise me you won't get all hyper screamy."

I drummed my fingers.

"You remember the camp out last week?" The first weekend in May, Susan's Girl Scout group went on a spring camp out. Sasha Lawrence is the den mother. She has a pretty, kind of tomboy-gym-rat look to her, short light brown hair, electric hazel eyes, a touch of natural rouge in her dimpled cheeks. The girls do seem to like her quite a bit. "Anyway, We were fooling around taking pictures of each other."

I stopped a moment, then started drumming my fingers some more. Sasha, and the girls in a nude camp out. Hmmmm.

"Candace O'Reily Mom. She just moved here, this year."

Still drumming my fingers, I turned Susan's phone facing me. I turned the phone back toward her. Like most mothers, with all the liberalness running around, and the whole porn thing out there, I wondered below my emotions how bad this is. Candace looked free and happy even though she was so nude outside, in the open. I recalled that feeling too.

"We had done our hiking the river and hillside looking for flowers for the merit badges, had lunch, and decided to take pictures."

"Nude? Just Candace?"

"Yes Ma'am. No Ma'am."

I started just tapping my right index fingernail. Something ticked in my mind from Oh God, the movie. Eve and Adam were nude, and God didn't seem to mind. Neither did Candace or Susan.

"Ms. Lawrence said she used to be a model and was in Hustler and High Society, and it was fun to be naked having your picture taken."

"Hmmmm. Was it?" I suddenly wanted to check 'Google' for 'archives.' My daughter's scout den mother posed for those publications.

"Promise me you won't get screamy Mom. Please?!" Daughter should beg forgiveness from time to time, don't you know.

I started to tap my finger but, "I'll decide what I scream about young lady." Susan took that to mean, I'd stay calm.

She relaxed somewhat. "Mom it was fun. You told me you would like to go someplace and just sun yourself outside naked and all. You said, felt like just once. Well, we did. It was fun. Nobody got hurt or anything."

"How do you know it was safe? that no one saw you?" My young'un had me close to neutral moving from the raging Mom thing to letting her off her hook.

"There was no one around when we took the pictures Mom. No one. Where we were was about half a mile off the road in North Carolina, next to a river, like in a valley with national forest all around us. There was no way anyone could see us."

"Susan, if you say so, but listen. Pictures like that are against the law, no matter how much fun it was. Your Daddy, me Ms. Lawrence could all go to jail just for having the picture right here.

Susan's jaw dropped wide open. "That sucks Mom. That's not even right." She grabbed phone and pulled it away.

"Oh Susan, you just don't know how the law works. It does suck too."

"I know how Mr. Drake works, and he said we were safe."

Coughing and spattering, "Mr. Drake? You said no one saw you!" My hands slapped the table.

"Not when I took Candace's pictures. He's the man who owns the property we were camping on."

Curiously, furiously, I resumed drumming my fingers.

"Well, see, we were all sorta chilling out. Greta and Hannah were making out, Ashton and Deana were talking about boys, Ms. Lawrence was doing something on her laptop, and me Candace were hunting rocks and taking pictures too. Did you know there are garnets in the rocks up there?" she saw I wasn't impressed with that tidbit. "Anyway this girl named Naomi came to our camp. She's nearly 10 like me. She said we were on private property, but the man who owned the property wanted to talk with us. He sent Naomi to tell us so we wouldn't be scared. Then here he came."

Oh great, a considerate pervert. "Was he mean or mad?"

"Oh Mama he was so nice. Ms. Lawrence wanted us all to cover up when she saw him coming. Naomi kinda made a silly face and said, 'Mr. Drake saw more naked girls and women in a day than we had there, everyday.'"

That lucky bastard. "Oh just wonderful. So you're all naked when this Mr. Drake person showed up?" This is getting worrisome. A strange man now enters the picture, just not the happy pill I needed Susan to be saying about now. Eventually I wanted to know more about Hannah and Greta, sisters mind you, were making out.

"Everybody accept Naomi and Mr Drake."

"So what did Mr. Drake say?"

"He told us, Ms. Lawrence really, he owned all the land to the road. We had trespassed by moving the fence gate open, which we did, but we closed it back. He was glad of that. Mr. Drake said this area he wanted not to be entered by the public to keep the busybodies out. He didn't mind us being there, but just driving on to the property worried him."

"Worried him?!?"

"He said if bears or mountain lions came long, there wouldn't be anyone close by able to rescue us. He told Ms. Lawrence we could stay, and gave Ms. Lawrence and me and most of us business cards. But we had to go through his farm, not the way we came," Susan talking like this was workably normal.

"What was Sasha's reaction?"

"She just wanted to know if she was in any legal trouble."

I tapped my fingers again. The woman allowing pre-teen girls to pet each other outdoors like that, pose and generally cavort naked in the wilderness, and she wanted to know if this man was going to prosecute her for trespassing? Contributing to the delinquency of minors was not an issue on her part? Yet Greta and Hannah kissing and petting doused my indignation as soon as it flared. Every time I thought of the danger and possible bad things, Candace in her loveliness acted like guacamole on jalapeño taco sauce. Emotional Mommy anger turned to seeing the beauty of the two girls making out again. I began considering the notion of all the naked girls as something I wanted to be apart of too.

"So what happened then? Did you all pack up?"

"Mr. Drake already said we could stay. If we wanted we could come over to the farm. Ms. Lawrence thought that would be nice. Maybe the next morning she told him. Naomi asked Ms. Lawrence if she could stay with us tonight, she would show us how to get to the farm in the morning."

"Well?" This was going to orgy up fast I just knew it.

"Naomi did. Mr. Drake said that was good. Naomi got her sleeping role and a food pack off his four ATV."

"Go on." I was now wondering about how Naomi looks and what Mr. Drake looks like. You have any pictures of Naomi?

"Mr. Drake handed Ms. Lawrence the DVD would help explain a lot. Naomi's picture was on it. Then Naomi asked Mr. Drake if she could stay with us the night. He said it was OK with him. That we were welcome to come to the main resort in the morning. We could go about what we were doing. Naomi would call on her cellular in the morning and we could have breakfast at his place. Then he left."

"He left? What about Naomi?"

"Mom. I just said."

"Oh yeah." I was flummoxed then returned to my considerations.

"Taking pictures, no one saw us taking pictures." Susan was diddling with her phone. "Here Mom, I took these videos right after we set up the campsite.

On the tiny screen you have the mountain creek separating a meadow. This would look much better on the 52 incher. Where Susan shot the scene, the three tents were settled near a clump of willow trees to the left, surrounded by hundreds of millions of wild flowers. The creek was maybe 12-to-15 feet wide with all the rocks you usually see in the mountain streams. There was a cliff-like wall on the other side of the creek. The meadow fell into the forest. The cliff could be 4-or-5 feet high. I could see the girls and Sasha taking stock and pictures of themselves.

I tapped for the next scene. Susan now had moved beside me. "The creek goes that way toward the road." Now the flank of the mountainside sloped down the left, the trees closed out to the meadow, the creek wriggled out of sight hidden by the risen meadow. Sun splashed on the green golden field that fell back toward another mountain ridge. Carolina blue lighted up with those puffy white clouds. Susan slowly turning to her right showing just how wide this place is. The hill beyond ruffled by the spring breeze with green on green. A simple mildly rutted trail fell out of sight to just right of the vista. This place is gorgeous.

"Mom, that is the direction we came from. You can't even see the road we used to get to the dirt road.

As my older girl just mentioned, I've imagined suntanning nude in a place like that. And there was no visible way anyone could see where the campsite was. Maybe I was too paranoid after all.

"Did you ever put clothes back on?"

"When the sun began to set, we got dressed 'cause it got cool really fast. Till then Naomi stripped off too. She has long black hair. She's from Azerbaijan. There was an earthquake, and her Mom and Daddy and most of her family were killed. One of Mr. Drakes helpers found her and got her to America. He does that. There, pause it, that's Naomi. See, most places girls are not so important. If they get left behind like that, they get killed or prostituted. Mr. Drake thinks that bad.

That impressed me. "Uhh, about the pictures?"

"You promise not to get all screamy?"

"I haven't yet." I'm now wanting to see all the pictures.

"I'll be right back." and Susan scampered back to her room. Soon enough she scampered back down the hall to my laptop. A quick couple of clicks, a DVD in the drive, she had a 2-folder choice: Pics and Vids. "Mom, I showed them to Leanne. She wants to go to Mr. Drake's too."

'Oh God No!' I thought as I gambled on 'Naomi and Me.' Now my little one too?

Sure enough, there was my daughter, naked and happy. Holding hands with a thin girl with long black hair. No doubt about it, she's cute. The camera operator was Sasha saying, "I'm recording this now." Cheek to cheek, the girls grinning at the camera start kissing. They both get into it.

Naomi's light-yellow T-shirt with lacey ruffles on the collar and sleeves snuggly wrapped her peanut-butter skin. She wore dark-blue jean-short cutoffs. Her hot brown eyes glimpsing closed as my Susan clamped Naomi's tiny chest bud. Susan was all pink and nude. Her curly blond hair lightly fluttered by the wind.

My nipples nearly squirted stiff in my bra. My mound was gooey. I know I should of been disgusted and shocked. I should have been. I couldn't be. I couldn't be because two little girls were delightfully, sexually, enjoying all the fun girls can have sexually. Plus their girl friends were beginning to play too, or take videos and pictures.

The screen pulls back and the other girls are gathered around, an array of flat-to-budding girls' breasts. Loving faces told the pre-teen lovers how hot and good they were looking. Sasha tells the couple they are so sweet to do this love making. I now realize my left hand was cupping my left breast, squeezing it, not nearly hard enough, but I'm just starting.

Now my daughter, with no regard for who might see this video, using both hands to pull Naomi's T-shirt out her jeans, slides her hands to Naomi's under arms. One of the older girls, the one with the plump young breasts tipped with totally needy nipples, lord knows they need sucking, easily reaches around Naomi to the button fly of Naomi's jeans. God must not mind, nothing was keeping the pants on Naomi.

Susan and Naomi break their smooching just long enough to clear the T-shirt over her head and Susan tosses it completely out of the shot. One of the girls cheers, "Nice throw. You might be nude till Monday." Naomi has the most delighting little booblets, nice little pale skin mounted swell of breast with nipples looking lots like two separate milk duds. Hers were more defined than Susan's, but that made no difference with the two little lesbian diddlers. I was getting hornier by the minute looking at my daughter and this Naomi, stills of them playing sex.

Back to full-mouth kissing and giggling, both girls shoved Naomi's jeans beyond a pillowy set of ass cheeks. Susan waited no more time. Her left hand found the glory hole of her lover. I'm sure Pat Robertson wouldn't approve, but who else cares? The hotter their actions, the hotter I felt and the less sure of my morals I became.

I sucked in a lot of air when Susan said, "Mom you like seeing me do that, don't you. I could do that for days." My kid was right there seriously dreaming out loud.

I did. Sasha shifts focus back so the two little lovers who settle on the strewn clothing on the ground. Susan never let go her grip on her new girlfriend's mound. Trying to avert my focus on Susan and Naomi, I picked up on the background as Hannah took a hand from Ashton's little pussy, the tiniest of the whole group, and lifted it to her own 12-year-old nicely forming breasts, on to Ashton's hungry little mouth. She could be heard telling the older girl, "Cool."

Candace had located a camera while Greta and Deana began cuddle posing for any camera pointing at them.

"I can download all of them on your laptop, or burn a new copy of this one. I have two I put together by the rest of us. And Mr. Drake gave us three. Those are really hot."

"I'm going straight to hell already," I decided out loud.

"You said Jesus died for our sins, and this isn't sin. I don't think so." Naomi was squirming like a jubilant cheerleader as Susan pushed her closer to the sexual waterfall. My Susan had sprawled on the grassy flowering field, her beautiful round rump rhythmically pulsing as she sank her mouth ever deeper on the totally available smooth vagina. My kid then started sticking a finger right in Naomi's clean labia folds. The girl had the most wonderful moaning. The two settled into a giggly happy fit. I was going crazy at the thought. I'd have been there if I'd known, I think.

I glanced at my daughter. She simply shone with pride what she did a few days ago. Now I'm certain she should be. I'm now certain Susan and Leanne were going to be indulged sexually. I lifted my left hand on my daughter's hand. I lifted her hand right to my aching breast. I sank it as deep as I could. Susan's eyes were huge with amazement. She shuffled to allow her arm to move easier. That permitted her to roll her hand over enough to finger my breast and begin to squeeze the firm flesh mount. "Pause It." My voice growled with lust. I meant to have my daughter's lesbian tryst.

Susan didn't follow my instruction. No, she lept over my thighs. "You're not mad at me?"

"I'm mad for you Susan," my voice more throaty. "You can keep your pictures, and your movies. I'd love to have a copy of your DVDs. Whenever you care to, tell me when you started being so sexual. I bet Sasha Lawrence has much to say about it all." I placed both her hands on my yearning breasts. "From now on, you and Leanna can play with them. I'm going to love yours and hers."

"Does this mean I can go to Mr. Drake's new months. Ms. Lawrence already has reservations for horse-care badge camp after July 4th.

"Hmmmm. Maybe be she'll need a chaperone, and a brownie could go too."

Susan gripped my boobs and squashed them cheerily, "Yeahss! I gotta ask another."

"Go ahead honey," I returned her favor by teasing Susan's newly indulged nipples. Two hours ago, I'd have never considered doing this anything but sick perversion. It's still perversion, I no longer consider it perverted, simply desire.

"Ms. Lawrence says blow jobs are fun to do. Can I suck Daddy sometime? Please?"

The idea made me even worse, better. I enjoy gnawing Jerry's dick, and lord knows I like eating cum. I haven't tasted anyone but his since before I met him in college. Susan's eyes shimmering lust convinced me I had no objection. If I lost my husband to my daughter, no matter the unlikelihood, would I really lose him? or gain them both, and Leanne.

"Susan, you'll have to ask him. Daddy's dick belongs to him."

"I can ask him?" she fairly squealed at the prospect of asking. "Miss Lawrence said girls are more fun. I tell ya Mama, I liked doing the sex things with Candace and Naomi, and seeing all the others, and Miss Lawrence. Mom you really would like it.

"I'm sure, after the camping trip, you can try Daddy. Oh, call Sally and tell her it's OK about the sleepover, but tonight, it's you, me and those wonderful DVDs to keep the light on. Let's get some supper. We can watch the DVDs, then to bed. One of them."

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