Teaching Jeannie Right, Part 5

by Vickylez

It was weird, as well as delightful, waking up with her little daughter snuggled up to her, both naked... Lovers now. Jeannie was the picture of an angel, unbelievably innocent and lovely in her sleep. Her angelic nature somewhat doubtful, perhaps, for even in her sleep she greedily held to one of her mother's round breasts with a little hand that wouldn't let go. Last night she had become wildly enamoured with her mom's tits, she even went to sleep sucking on them! Carol felt a sharp uneasiness when waking up Jen, by morning light last night's events seemed terrible to her. How could she have done all that with her little girl! Hypocrite!, she ironically thought. But Jeannie sprang from bed so elatedly and sprightly, not at all disturbed. She rained on Mom's breasts and mouth several hot, giggling kisses Carol couldn't refuse, and she began to feel a bit better. Jen's childish morning behaviour seemed unchanged, but when over breakfast her mother seriously admonished her not to tell yet Priscilla anything about what had happened, the little girl paid attention and assented sagely. She reassured Mom she wouldn't tell a word, cross her heart! Then she held mom's hand and meltingly pleaded, “But, Mommy, will you later invite Priscilla too, so you..., you know? Please, please, she will be sooo happy!” Of course Carol had been lustfully thinking about the issue, but she was not yet prepared for an answer... Even if the prospect made her terribly horny, damn it! Then Jeannie was the child again, waving merrily as she climbed up to the school bus.

It was a difficult day at her working place. Carol was absent-minded and vague, thinking back on those wonderful and scary things. Her troubled arousal wouldn't quit, and got in the way of every single thing she did or thought. She tried hard not to be too obvious, but even so she thought she got a few wondering looks. She felt her pussy constantly throbbing like a misplaced heart, and it kept uncomfortably soaking her panties despite the padding she had under them: she had to make several pressing journeys to the toilet (pretexting some stomach illness, when amiably questioned by Jill, her closest fellow worker) and take care of her needs... and her drenched panties. She had come prepared for that, thoughtful girl that she was, carrying several lacy things at the bottom of her purse. Always the hot, oversexed, lustful, lesbian bitch (her own description) now she added to it: incestuous and perverted. It didn't make her happy.

Of course she masturbated... The exquisite image of her darling's lush little pussy seared her mind, the recall of her delectable honey kept her maddeningly thirsty... Last night Carol had carried her daughter to her own bed on trembling limbs, gasping and laughing as a giggling little mouth kept wetly grazing, or slurping or playfully tonguing her big achingly erect nipples, till she softly placed the beautiful child on her ample bed. The bed had a soft and sheen shocking-pink bedspread Carol had actually bought for her fantasy lovers, and Jeannie looked fantastic reclining there: she was a vision of beauty, shyly smiling, naked, pale-pink on deep-pink, lovely beyond belief as she trustfully offered her tender body to her mother... There was such love, intensity, worship, desire, nervous expectation on her adorable face! Panting and lovingly smiling on her darling, Carol had lay down by her side, to softly kiss her pretty red mouth. Not a motherly kiss... tongues playing, tender moaning, full adult lips tight against that small flower of a mouth. Carol's hands were all over her darling's enchanting body, caressing and kneading, her avidity cautiously put in check so not going too far, too fast, and maybe frighten her. But none of that, Jeannie urged mom's strokes, cuddled her body against hers and her own hot little hands were restlessly touching and fondling the ripe, ardent woman's body. Pants, groans of delight, wet smacks over torrid naked female skin... As Carol explored with sexual hands and mouth every tempting inch of her darling she whispered loving endearments to her, delighting on her daughter's cute sighs and moans of joy. Then her mouth left her daughter's mouth to make a wonderful journey to those exquisite, hard little nipples, which she tasted and sucked tenderly, jumping from one to the other, delighting in the music of her girl's small squeals of joy. God, that little girl was so sensual!... She couldn't wait anymore for the supreme treasure: her lips kissed her sultry way down her body, she licked her dainty navel, caressed with lips and tongue her trembling tummy, reached the plump, alluring mound... Jeannie had parted her thighs without prompting, with raised knees she fully offered herself to her mother's sexual love. Carol moaned aloud, for the first time she was erotically feasting her eyes up close with the beauty of that creamy and pink, half-opened slit! What matter she had seen it since her little girl was born, that was an absolute first, looking at her like that! She did not hurry, making herself wait and thirst for it yet. Out of Jen's sight she was lewdly stroking her own engorged and dripping cunt lips as she gazed at the resplendent display... Then she had slowly approached her drooling mouth to those tight pink lips and... A tiny voice inside her told her this was so weird and amazing, the very first time she tasted a pussy since she was a schoolgirl herself, and it had to be her own daughter!... Better still. She whimpered loudly, kissed full mouth those sweet lips, and with a sudden urgency she run her eager tongue between them, then deeper and deeper to slurp and taste the divine nectar of the most ravishing little pussy she had ever dreamed about!

...Those burning memories made her totally shiver with lust, she would anxiously lower her sheer drenched panties along her beautiful legs, would inspect (and yes, lick) the padding, then put the tasty soaking crotch of her lacy panties in her mouth, separate her thighs and begin the delicious, practiced manipulations that soon took her to another ecstasy, slurping and biting on the delicate tissue to curb her screams several times along the day.

Two odd things happened that day at work, whose import she only grasped later: first Nicole, a very beautiful young secretary Carol had long secretly lusted and fantasised about. Nicole had glanced at her several times in a new way, as if perceiving something had changed in her. There was more than idle curiosity in the redheaded girl's bright eyes as she covertly glanced at her, and if Carol had not been so immersed in her own mind she would have noticed some oddly suggestive things there. And then there was Jill. She was a tall and attractive, well-endowed blonde in her forties, pleasantly buxom, whom she had overheard some male coworkers describe as 'one hot MILF', whatever that was. She was a friendly, easy-going woman, and the closest Carol had to a girlfriend of any sort. After one of her trips to the toilet she was sitting back at her desk in the afterglow, trying to make sense of all the silly documents stacked there, when Jill approached her, her cheeks somewhat flushed. “What?” asked Carol, startled, and Jill flushed more, bit her glossy lip, smiled and made a dismissing gesture, “Nothing. Nothing” and went away. It was very odd. Only later Carol realized Jill had entered the toilet just as she went out, did she perceive the lingering scent of Carol's masturbation? Two more times Jill approached her on whatever pretext, always after one of Carol's toilet jaunts, and (only later) she realized the blonde woman seemed to lean towards her more than usual or to get a bit too close, her cheeks flushed. There certainly were female pheromones in the air that day at the office.

And to make things worst (or so it seemed to Carol then) she had to attend a PTA meeting that evening at Jeannie's school. The prospect of encountering Miss Hannah that precise day made her strangely uneasy. Silly, she thought, of course she'll never know what I know about her!... Nor about Jen and me, for God's sake!! Yet...

She left early from work to get to the school meeting. On her way her anxiety didn't slack off. She was thinking of Diane, Priscilla's mother, a woman in her early thirties with a startlingly beautiful face, her daughter was very like her. Diane had long and shiny golden hair, a shapely, slender body, very nice tits and what Carol admitted were about the most gorgeous legs around, with the right short skirted dresses to show them off. She was by far the most attractive mom of the lot (Carol certainly had them all carefully checked) and, in fact, only teacher Hannah was in her league. And she was even more erotically appealing to Carol now, remembering Priscilla had seen her masturbating! Diane and she usually sat together at meetings and were friendly enough, seeing their little girls were special friends, but they were not really close. Carol admitted it was her own fault, always wary of getting too intimate with any woman and being 'found out'... Damn, she was just beginning to get weary of that foolishness, after what was happening in her life! But her current worry was: was Diane aware at all just how 'special' her daughter's relationship with Jeannie had become? And if she knew or suspected something, what would be her reactions? Would she say Carol something about it? OH, STOP IT, you are behaving like a guilty schoolgirl yourself!