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Anne Remembers
by Anne.mom37 (mom.anne37@yahoo.com)
***
A woman through dreams and then flashbacks, remembers
her life as a child. (FFMffg, toddler, extreme-ped,
inc, orgy, swinger, ws)
***
Anne woke up in a sweat. She was breathing hard, and
she sat up and looked around the room. Her flannel
nightgown was soaked. It clung to her body. She had a
dream. But what was it? What had scared her so much?
No, it wasn't fear, it was arousing. She had cum, and
that is what woke her. But what was the dream?
She remembered a room, a room she knew. Lots of people
were in it. But no, there weren't at a party, at least
not a normal party. Everyone was naked. Everyone was
engaged in sex, or watching someone who was engaging
in sex. She was there, naked, and so was someone she
cared about very much. Deep inside she could feel it.
It was someone she loved and cared about. And men and
women were using her. Who was it?
Suddenly she was pulled in, and she was hugging and
kissing this person, no, it was a girl; a young girl.
Anne's fingers could still feel the wetness as she
caressed this girl's small, bald pussy. As they kissed
and rubbed each other, she became aware of men and
women, some who he knew that she knew, masturbating as
they watched her. It was a wild dream, and she was
sure that as the dream ended the men were shooting
semen all over the both of them.
Anne pulled off her wet nightgown. She looked and her
nipples were still erect. They stood out from her
breasts like big erasers. She grabbed a clean
nightgown out of the drawer, and with the light from
the street light coming in the window, caught sight of
herself in the mirror. For a 31 year old woman, she
looked pretty good. Her boobs sagged a bit, but only a
bit.
Many other women she knew who had D-cups like hers
sagged a lot more than hers did. And that is also
after breastfeeding Sarah for 2 years. Her waist or
hips were not as thin as when she was a teen, but they
were nothing to be ashamed about. Overall, she looked
pretty good. She looked lower, and saw the matted hair
over her pubic bone, proof of how much she had cum.
She used to keep it shaved, but since she and her
husband broke up 3 years ago, she did not bother. The
only one who saw it was Sarah, when bathing together
or...
Sarah?
Was it Sarah at the party? Was she nude and spread
wide for people to see? Oh God, no! How could that
excite her? But the thought sent a rush of adrenalin
through her. She was aroused again. She could see her
daughter, thin, flat chested, hairless, lying on the
floor. A man's large finger was rubbing her little
slit.
A woman was biting her little nipples and a hard cock
was rubbing against her lips. These pictures were
running across her eyes, as if she was there right
now. She wanted to see that cock shoot cum all over
her daughter's little face. She wanted the man to push
that large finger inside her.
But there was more. Someone else she loved, or more
than that, lots of people she loved were there. What
was going on?
She pulled her hand from her crotch, where it had
wandered to again start rubbing, and put on her
nightgown. She used all the willpower she had to push
the memory of the dream out of her mind. She looked at
the clock. It was 5 AM. She would never get anymore
sleep now, since she had to wake Sarah for school at 6
AM, so she went and made a cup of coffee.
After Sarah left for school, Anne sat down at the
kitchen table. She started a letter to her cousin
Maggie. They had been out of touch for years, but for
some reason, Anne needed to send her a letter.
April 21st, 1979
Hello Maggie,
I know I have not written in a long time, but I
thought I would sit down and write you today. Besides
Christmas cards, I am not sure when we last exchanged
letters. I hope all is well with you. This morning I
am missing the fun you and I had as kids, but at the
same time I cannot form any pictures of what we did.
Isn't that odd? I have always cared very much for you,
and when I think of us together it warms my heart.
What is it that bonds us? It seems we are much closer
than cousins normally are.
I had the oddest dream last night, and I am a bit
ashamed to share it. It was a sexual dream, but as
dreams go, I do not remember a lot of it. I know it
involved lots of people. And I am not sure, but you
may have been there. Isn't that odd? Maybe that is why
I am telling you. I am not sure why I am telling you.
I woke up and I had obviously had a huge orgasm. But
you weren't you. You were a little girl, like Sarah is
now. Or were you?
See how silly dreams are.
I cannot make sense of it, or of not being able to
remember the fun we had together. Do you have the same
problem? We used to be so close. Why did we drift
apart?
Well, I need to run. I will drop this in the mail on
the way to the store. The flowers are blooming here in
Ann Arbor. It is so nice that spring has arrived. I
hope to hear back from you. I really miss you.
Love,
Anne
PS I hope this letter did not offend you. Somehow, I
just needed to tell you about it. Please just rip it
up if I have crossed a line.
Mailing the letter did not end her sudden longing for
her cousin Maggie. Nor did it end the lust that she
felt upon awakening. This continued for days, and so
did the sexual dreams. They all involved groups of
people, some who she knew and some that she did not.
Sometimes Sarah was there, sometimes she wasn't. In
all of them, as she became slowly aware, Anne herself
was naked. She also became aware that in some of the
dreams she was not an adult. She had the body of a
little girl. Her chest was flat, and her little pussy
was bald.
Just like Sarah now.
Sarah, Anne's daughter, was 8 years old. She had light
brown hair that flowed down her back. She had a cute
button nose, and full lips, that she got from her
father. She was a very cute little girl with that hint
of sensuality that some little girls had. She was
outgoing and always trying to joke with her mom. She
often ran around the house naked, joking with her mom
that she was a "little bare." Anne would lightly slap
her butt, and soon they would be wrestling and
tickling each other.
Since writing the letter to Maggie, and the start of
the dreams, Anne was more aware of Sarah and her
innocent sexual play. Since they were the only ones
living in the home, they did not shut the bathroom
doors, or even the bedroom doors. She now noticed that
while Sarah was sitting on the toilet peeing, she
always had her legs spread wide, and she leaned over
and watch the pee leave her and hit the water.
Anne now stood and watched also. She watched as Sarah
pulled down her pants and panties. She watched as she
spread her legs wide and started peeing. She watched
as she finished peeing, and then wiped. She watched as
Sarah stood up and pulled up her pants. Often, after
this, Anne would run to her room, and masturbate,
thinking of what she saw, and seeing herself peeing,
and Sarah watching. She would pull Sarah's face down
to her throbbing pussy, and pee all over her face. In
her fantasy, Sarah always looked up after, smiling,
and that pushed Anne over the edge into yet another
orgasm.
Anne did not understand herself. She was constantly
horny, always thinking of nastier and nastier things.
This was not the way it was a few weeks ago. She was a
normal mom. She was in control. She did not constantly
have lustful thoughts. She NEVER thought of her
daughter in a sexual way. But she had to be honest.
She loved it. But there was still something missing.
Every day she would wait for the mail carrier, hoping,
praying, that Maggie would reply. Finally, about two
weeks later, Maggie did.
May 4th, 1979
Hello Hun,
I have re-read your letter a number of times. You are
referring to something, but yet you do not say what.
It makes me wonder. It also makes me a little fearful
of saying too much. I do not want to say anything that
might offend you or that you may not want to hear. I
care about you, Anne, more than anyone else in the
world. We have been together ever since I can
remember. You have always been there for me and I have
tried to always be there for you. We are more like
sisters than cousins.
There have been lots of times when I have tried to
talk to you about our childhood. I remember a few
times very clearly. The last time was when your mom
died. It was a few weeks after, and we were at your
house drinking coffee, the girls were in the basement
playing. I remember it so clearly. You had moved to
the point where you were no longer crying all the
time. You were wearing a t shirt and panties. You were
looking very sexy.
Am I saying too much? This is so scary.
I remember you were talking about how loving mom was,
and how she seemed different after your dad had passed
away when we were 11. I asked you to tell me your
favorite memory of her. You changed the subject. I
also asked you if you remember the years my brother
and I lived with your family. My mom was invited to
live there after my dad died. Remember, he was killed
fighting in Korea? I don't think I can remember him,
just stories that my mom told me about him.
I was hoping that asking you about when we lived
together would help us open up to each other. You
paused, and after about 10 seconds you shook your head
and then started talking about what the girls were
doing. You headed downstairs to check on them. I left
the next day back to St. Louis. I could not handle
being near you, and yet so very far away from you.
I remember a number of times through our teens when I
tried to talk to you about past things, and you always
avoided answering, one way or another.
And so, Anne, I do remember much from our childhood.
Do you? What is it that you are referring to?
This is a scary letter to send, so I will mail it now
without thinking, because if I think I will never send
it.
I love you Sis!!!
Maggie
Anne was flooded with every emotion. It overloaded her
brain, and she collapsed onto the coach. She couldn't
move, all she could do is let the emotions have their
way with her. She started crying for the pain she
caused Maggie, and she was also flooded with many
memories, like the dreams she had. She was crying and
cumming for at least 5 minutes before she was able to
get control back enough to write Maggie back.
May 6th, 1979
Hello Mag,
I don't know how to respond. I have been horrible. I
did not share with you the way I should have. I did
not let you talk about our past. To be honest, I did
not remember. I have been getting flash backs for the
last week, out of the blue. I did not even remember
that you both lived with us until you wrote that, and
it all came flowing back to me. It was you, your mom
and your brother, and you lived with us from as early
as I remember to when you were 14.
I remember how we both cried now, how I felt my world
was coming to an end. I remember seeing your mom and
my mom hugging, saying that sister are together
always, even when they are apart.
I remember our last night with us sharing a bedroom. I
remember us being naked, in the same bed. You had no
real breasts, but puffy nipples which always seemed to
be hard. I can feel those nipples in my mouth. I miss
them. And I feel your hands on my breasts buds, a bit
more developed than yours.
That last night, I remember looking at your pussy,
real close, as I licked your inner thighs. I gently
moved my tongue up, and lightly licked your outer
lips. Your pussy lips were always so sensitive, almost
as much as your clitoris. And after licking your pussy
lips, I felt your juices start to flow.
I knew I had to time it just right. I continued to
lick your lips, and taste your glorious juices, and
then, at just the right moment, I reached up and
pinched both of your hard nipples and lightly nibbled
on your clit. You went wild, and my face was flooded.
I loved the way you squirted when you came. You tasted
so sweet and pure. I want to taste that taste again! I
want you on my face, I want to pinch your nipples. I
need most of all, your hugs. I miss those arms so
much.
Oh God, why did I block it all out? My high school
years were so lonely. I am sorry I blocked it all out.
Are there other things I blocked out? We must have
made love before, because I remember we both knew
exactly what to do to the other. What else was there?
I have had flashbacks, but I cannot see the faces. I
only get the feeling that it is people I know. Were we
involved with group sex with friends? Who else? Do not
be afraid. I want to remember. I want to make sense of
all the flashbacks I have been getting. All the
horniness I feel ALL of the time.
I am even turned on watching Sarah pee!!
There, I said it. Maybe now I will be able to talk
about it with you. I am so sorry.
And yes, I will be brave and mail this too.
Right now.
Anne
Anne ran to the mailbox, and dropped it in. She was
scared she had said too much. She did remember making
love to Maggie, hadn't she? What if she hadn't? What
if all these flashbacks weren't flashbacks, but just a
warped fantasy? What if she was just going insane? Oh,
she shouldn't have sent it. She wished that she
hadn't. She was sure now, that she said WAY too much.
She had told Maggie that Sarah turned her on!! Damn.
Anne was cooking dinner when Sarah got home. She
dropped her bag on the floor, and after Anne told her
to put it away, dropped it on her bed. She then ran
out to play with the neighbor, promising to be home in
time for dinner.
Sarah was only 15 minutes late for dinner. Not bad for
an 8 yr old. They ate, talking about her school day,
and what homework she had. After dinner, and after the
two had washed and dried all the dishes, Sarah did her
homework while Anne sat on the couch nearby and read.
Anne looked up from her book. Sarah was sitting at the
table reading. Anne could see that she had dropped her
hand to her lap and was rubbing herself. Anne was
immediately aroused. She wanted Sarah to put her hand
in her pants. She wanted to go over and pull her pants
off and smell her through her panties as she rubbed.
She wanted Sarah to suckle on her as she rubbed Sarah
to orgasm.
Anne got up and went to her room, and quickly stripped
off all of her clothes and got on her robe. When she
came out of her room, Sarah had finished her homework,
and had left the room. Anne was about to go look for
her, but chickened out. She wanted to take Sarah, and
to touch and lick her, but she could not. Not yet. She
was still so unsure of what she was feeling.
That night she slept soundly, and the next day she was
back to her normal self. It was as if the demons had
left to pursue another. It was a relief. At the same
time though, she felt some disappointment. She felt
she was on a roller coaster, with all of it excitement
and thrills, and suddenly it is over. But then the
next night the dreams came back, more vivid then
before.
Maggie and Anne were lying in Anne's bed, coloring.
They were about 6 years old. They both had t-shirts
and panties on. The panties were both white. They
shared a bunk bed, with Maggie getting the top bunk.
They often slept in Anne's bottom bunk, though, and
giggled and talked late into the night.
The door opened, and Anne's mother, Patty, came in.
The girls continued to color. She sat at the end of
the bed and watched them for a few minutes, then
slowly reached out and started caressing their little
butts. Maggie turned toward Anne and winked, as they
both continued to color. They knew what was coming.
Patty's hand continued to stroke their butts, as her
fingers slipped into the leg bands to get better
access to the bare skin beneath.
"We are having a party tonight, girls," Her mother
said. "Are you both ready?"
Both girls flipped over on their backs, and nodded
yes.
"Wonderful." Patty said. "Let's get started."
At that point Patty stood up, and opened her robe. She
was an attractive woman, but her age was showing. Her
36D breasts were sagging, and she had a bit of a
belly. Her hips were wide, and she had a full, firm
ass. Her pubic hair was unshaven, and was black, like
the hair on her head. She let the robe drop and pulled
the girls toward her. She directed Maggie's face to
her breast, and she began to suck on her nipple. Anne
was directed lower, as she spread her legs and pushed
her daughter's face into her hairy patch.
The smell was strong. She liked the smell though. She
pulled her mother's lips apart, as she was taught and
started licking her large clitoris, as she pushed two
fingers into her pussy. It was always so warm and
moist. Today, she must have been thinking about the
party because it was soaked. Anne kept licking, and
then sucking on the clit, and her mom was getting
juicier. She heard Maggie giggle, which meant that her
mom had started to touch her, rub her. Maybe even
finger her butt. That seemed like one of mom's
favorites. She loved to put her finger in our butts,
and stroke it in and out.
Anne heard the bedroom door open, and Maggie's mom,
Aunt Alice, said that everyone was here. Patty went to
the dresser, and brought out two tops that she had
made for us. They were white, and like little bras. We
took off our shirts, and holding hands, followed our
moms down to the rec room in the basement, wearing our
white panties and baby bras.
The room was filled with about 15 adults, men and
women. As usual, the men outnumbered the women.
Maggie's brother, Scott was also there. He was about 4
at the time and he was also only in underwear.
Everyone else was dressed. Looking across the room,
Anne saw her dad behind the bar, serving drinks to a
girl that looked about 15, who was being felt up by a
man who looked to be in his 40's. Everyone else
already seemed to have drinks, and some had obviously
been drinking for some time.
All three children were put on a table, facing the
group. As usual, the order in which adult got to play
with them had been determined before they arrived. An
older man, in his 50's, went up to Maggie and pulled
up her little bra. His mouth went to one of her flat
nipples and his hand went into her panties. Another
man went up to Scottie and pulled down his little
underwear and started sucking on his baby cock.
People around us started to kiss and rub each other as
they undressed. The 15 year old, her firm but smaller
breasts still exposed, came up to Anne and started
kissing her. She opened her mouth and felt the girl's
tongue enter her mouth gently as her hands caressed
her back, her chest, and her butt. Anne reached out to
feel her lovely boobs.
As the sexual moans in the room increased, the girl
stopped kissing her and whispered in her ear, "I have
my period, just so you know. Your mom said that you
wouldn't mind that at all."
Anne didn't. She had learned that it didn't matter.
She just took it in stride like all the other things
that she had to do.
"I have really been looking forward to this" the girl
continued. "I have not had any good sex for months,
since the family I used to babysit for moved away.
Their five year old daughter and I were lovers. I am
sure though, that I will find another soon." The girl
then backed away from Anne and quickly striped out of
her clothes, leaving on her Kotex garter. The girl
then undressed Anne, as she was able to look around
the room.
There was too much sex going on to get a clear picture
of any individual scene. She did see her mom sucking a
man, and her dad was sucking another man. Scottie was
on all fours, his butthole being licked by the man who
had started with him, but Scott was licking the pussy
of a woman standing in front of him. Maggie was on her
back, legs in the air, and three men were around her,
blocking her view.
The girl with Anne laid her down, and started to lick
her. While she was being licked, a man came up to the
table and pushed his cock in her mouth. She could feel
the man with his large cock in her little mouth,
pushing in and pulling it out, faster and faster. She
felt the girl licking her, making her more and more
excited.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Maggie, with one
man cumming on her chest and another on her pussy. All
around her she could hear the moans and cries of
pleasure from all the sex that was occurring. As she
was getting close to cumming, the man pulled his cock
out of her mouth and came all over her chest and
belly. Scottie came over and began licking it off as
Anne came.
When Scottie was done licking, a washcloth appeared
and someone wiped off her chest and pussy, and the
girl took off her pad and sat on Anne's face. Anne
began licking as the young woman pulled at her
nipples, rocking on Anne's nose, lips and chin. Anne
thought about how the taste was different, but was not
bad. A little more bitter, kind of. She must have
gotten used to it. The girl was getting close.
Anne felt her juices run into her mouth and down her
face the girl was calling her a slut, and other nasty
names. Suddenly, the girl came, and rolled off Anne.
She came back up to Anne, and gave her a big kiss and
told her she was wonderful. She also said to remember
her if she ever had any babies. Again, someone wiped
her clean.
Anne looked over at Maggie. She had her brother's
little cock in her mouth, and he was kissing a very
old man, maybe about seventy, and stroking the old
man's cock. It was limp, but the man seemed to enjoy
it. She saw her mom and Maggie's mom both getting
fucked, and kissing each other. It was when they were
together like this that Maggie could really see them
as sisters.
Anne heard a loud buzz and woke with a start. The
alarm was going off and she had to wake Sarah for
school. She got up quickly and got to her morning
tasks. She shook off her dream, and thought about it a
lot both that day and the next. A few days later, a
new letter arrived from Maggie.
May 9th, 1979
Oh Anne!!!
I want to talk to you so bad, but I know I would not
be able to talk to you about these things on the
phone. I am crying too hard. So I will continue to use
the mail. It somehow feels safer also.
You do not know how sad I was to leave you, and after
that you turned off. You were my first and yes, still
are my deepest love. I could not stand it when you got
married, and so I got married in response. I never
loved him, but it was just so I would quit wishing I
had you. After he made two babies in me, we both
seemed to lose interest in each other sexually.
Hun, I wanted you all through high school. We would
come over to your house, and as you remember you got
boobs quicker and much larger than mine. I wanted so
badly to touch them, but you turned me off. I wanted
you. I missed the taste of you. I missed everything
about you. I still do. I even went as far as to steal
your dirty panties when I used to come and visit.
Oh Anne, I am so sad for all the years I have been
without you. You are still the only person I love. You
are still my only lover who gave me the joy and love I
needed. My life has been empty since I was 14. Cocks
do not fill me like your slim fingers did. I have been
involved in many sexual experiences and none satisfy
me. Oh Anne, I hope I am not scaring you away, but I
must get this out. It is pent up from over 20 years of
silence.
I am crying Anne, and yes, rubbing. Thinking of you, I
cannot help it, I have missed it for so long. I know
you may think me gross and sick, but I must tell you
it all. It is you I love. I have cum twice since I
first read your letter this morning. Please do not
hurt me. I could not handle losing you again. I so
want to be a part of your life. I so want us to be
together again. I miss your touch, your smell, your
silliness, your love.
I know you have lots of memories coming back, and I am
sure I can imagine what many of them are. I can also
see us as kids and all the men along with our
families. And yes, I can feel your tongue licking
sperm off my body and me doing the same to you.
Together we licked my mom and yours, and switched back
and forth. Watching you lick cum out of my mom was
such a turn on. There were times I would just watch
you two and masturbate. We drank pee together from
them, and from each other. Oh, I want your pee again
on my body, and in my mouth. I need to drink from your
fountain. Yes, and we loved my brother. Some nights
you would fall asleep with his cute cock in your
mouth. I remember it all. I hope you do too.
But…. I need to know how you are feeling about these
memories?
OK, that is it. I have put myself out there. You now
know how I feel. I cannot change my feeling. But I
will not write to you or call you unless what I wrote
is ok. I will not harass you. But just so you know, I
cannot handle losing you again if I get you back. I
would die, and I am not being melodramatic. If you are
afraid of all of this, then let me know. I will not
push it. Please, make sure you are ready to love me
forever if you come back to me.
Just say the word and me and my two girls will be on
the train to Ann Arbor, but not until I know it is the
right thing for you.
OK I will mail this and wait until you write back. I
will wait, but it will be hard, but I will wait. I
will.
Maggie
Anne read the letter, pulled off her clothes, grabbed
a pen and paper and started writing.
May 11th, 1979
My dearest Mag,
Oh my God! I need you. I never remembered. I am so
sorry. I can now think back to taste of dad's sperm
dripping off your body, and me licking it up. My mom
and your mom both straddling us and peeing. You using
a hair brush when I was 10 to break my cherry. It hurt
so much but I am so glad it was you. I remember so
clearly you breaking me and me breaking you and us
huddling and sleeping together after. We knew that
when we turned 12 that we would start to have cocks in
our pussies and our asses. You and I taking turns
sucking your brother.
Oh Maggie, I am sorry. I am crying too. I am sitting
here crying, my pants are down and I am rubbing too.
And all those others. Men women and other children
were all involved. Oh god I am going to pee in a glass
and drink it. Oh, I am so sorry. I know you are far
away right now, but I want you now. When will that be?
I will wait. I am crying so hard. I am so sorry.
Yes, I am so sorry. How could I have hurt you so much.
How could I have been so cruel. How could I have let
you down so much. I feel horrible. I cannot believe
that you are able to forgive me. How can I show you
how sorry I am?
Yes, all the visions in my head now, of all that
happened, and I admit I liked it. But now I know why.
It is because you were there. We were a team and could
do anything. We were the tough two, remember? As long
as they abused both of us it was ok. God, that was
something. I have so many nasty memories, but all they
do is arouse me now. I can't believe it. But I have a
few questions, spaces in my memory. Why did it stop?
It wasn't happening when we were like 14 before you
moved out. And Maggie did you like it? Is the memory
hot for you? And lastly, what about your girls? Do
you? Have you?
Oh, I can't wait until we can be together again. I
promise to be with you, naked and spread, the moment
you arrive. And yes, my big boobs are all yours, as
long as I can play with your cute little ones.
I love you, Maggie,
Anne
May 16th, 1979
Anne
Cum never tasted as good as when it was on you. It was
yummy. Yes, we were the TOUGH TWO. Nothing could
defeat us. We would do anything as long as we were
together. We sucked so much cock and pussy, we had
done more sex by the time we were 8 than some people
have done in their whole life. Damn, I want those
breasts. I just called Train Station. I am taking off
next week and the girls and I will be arriving at the
Ann Arbor train station on the 23rd, at 4 PM. I can't
wait.
Ok, to answer your questions. I will start with the
toughest one first. I always dreamed of us having kids
and we do them together like mom and your mom did us.
But you weren't there, and so I did not have the drive
without you. I did end up marrying a pervert husband,
though. One day, about 4 years ago, I came home from
volunteering at the hospital and Brad was in the
girls' room. They were about 4 and 6 at the time. I
went upstairs and peeked in and saw them all naked.
He was flat on his back with Kim, my youngest, on his
face and Amber sucking his cock. I watched for a few
minutes, and it was clear the girls were enjoying it
as much as he was. I could see his big tongue going
along the little crack of Kim's pussy.
She was giggling and wiggling. Amber had her little
hands on the big cock of Brads, and was stroking it up
and down as her mouth as able to just cover his head.
Her naked pussy was wide open for me because she was
facing the door. It was so beautiful. My 2 little
girls, so very sexy, doing what their mom and aunt
did. I took off my clothes.
I entered the room, and both girls froze. I smiled and
signaled for them to be quite. They were but still did
not move a muscle. Brad pushed Kim up a bit and asked
Amber why she had stopped. That is when he saw me and
he threw Kim unto the bed. Before he could move I was
sucking his cock and pushing my finger up his ass. He
loved that. He moaned and I pulled off long enough to
get Amber sitting on his face and Kim sucking my
breast, as I rubbed her little, wet, 4-year-old slit.
I was in heaven. Before the night was over I had
licked both, and taught them both to lick me, and had
licked Brad's cum off of both of them. It turned out
Brad had always been into younger, and had been
playing with them for a few weeks before I caught
them. He had also been involved with three of our 4
babysitters.
That was his downfall. He fell in love with our 13
year old babysitter. He loved fucking her up the ass.
She was a foster child who lived a few doors down who
would do anything sexual with us. A few weeks after I
caught him with the girls, they disappeared together.
I am sure they have started their own family since.
I am still active with the girls. And they have
expanded a bit more than you or I ever did. They are
always playing with one of their friends, and I know
at least one dad in our neighborhood that has licked
Amber. So that is where I am with them. And yes, I
want you to be with them also.
As for our sexual play with adults, it ended when your
dad died. It was like turning off a switch. My mom
said that it was because he had all the contacts, and
he had a system that allowed people to pay to be at
the parties, or to bring other kids as payment. That
is why we never had men fuck us when we turned 12.
Your dad died a few months before your 12th birthday.
I am still in contact with a few of the kids who were
at the parties with us. Our moms still played with us,
but not like before. It was for fun, not profit. And
slowly they became more interested in others. I feel
it may also have been related to the fact we were no
longer cute little girls but were growing up. We also
were getting into more things, having more friends,
and as a result they needed to let us be ourselves.
So, I hope that answers some of your questions. And
yes, I dream of being with my two and you two on the
23rd. I hope I did not scare you off. I so hope I will
be welcomed when I arrive. Have you done anything with
Sarah?
LOVE!!!!
Maggie
PS. The Money. Your dad did not waste it. He was a
CPA, remember? He set up a Trust Fund for Scott, you
and me. Mom put me in charge of yours, at your mom's
request, because they would not bring up the memories
with you unless you were ready. So yes, your fund is
now worth close to $650,000. I will bring the
information when I come.
Anne had been rereading the letter all day. She could
not wait. She was on fire. She did not care about the
money. She was comfortable, but somehow being sold for
sex at such an early age made it more exciting. Sarah
was in her room after dinner. She was most likely
reading one of her comic books. Anne got up, and went
to her room, and took off all of her clothes. She
walked through the living room, not caring that the
curtains were open, and to Sarah's room. She walked
in, and Sarah was lying on her stomach, reading. She
had her skirt and top still on from school. The skirt
had risen up a bit, exposing her light blue panties.
She looked up at her, a bit confused that her mother
was nude.
"Sarah," Anne said. "We need to talk about your Aunt
Maggie. She will be visiting us soon with your two
cousins, and I want to make sure you are ready."
Anne started rubbing Sarah's butt through her panties,
and leaned forward to kiss her.