Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2007 19:51:05 -0800 (PST)
From: LeAnn McLane <leannmclane@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Foster Child (for Adult Youth)

Foster Child   by LeAnne McLane

Although a full-time coed at the local university, I live at home because
Mom does not want to be completely by herself. Dad is a big time executive
in the shipping business and divides his time about equally between the
east and west coasts. The company bought him a condo where he lives while
working out west. I could have qualified for a more prestigious school but
Mom talked me into staying home with her by promising I could go to grad
school at a big name university.

When I was younger I had several sisters at various times because Mom took
in foster children but they had all been temporary; the longest stayed only
about eighteen months. Mom wanted to adopt all of them but it never worked
out, they all were in situations that were resolved eventually. When the
last one left, Mom was so inconsolable that she stopped taking any more;
she could no longer bear the loss.

When she started talking about taking in another one, I encouraged her
because I thought it would be good for her. She registered with several
agencies but nothing happened for several months. Finally I came home from
school one day to find an adorable little nine-year-old named Angela. Mom
was so excited she could barely contain herself as she explained all the
series of events that led to Angela's arrival. She really wore out the
words `fate' and `destiny' during her explanation.

Angela was very reserved but she was extremely alert and seemed to be
studying both of us as though carefully assessing the circumstances. Maybe
there was some sort of survival mechanism for kids who had been jerked
around a lot most of their short lives. Angela had long, dark hair that
covered the sides of her face, almost to her eyes and her eyes were very
large and liquid. A few smudges on her face and she would have made a
perfect poster child for war orphans.

It took nearly a month for her to settle in and learn to trust Mom and me
but, once she grew to accept us, she really seemed desperate for any kind
of physical contact. I would come in from school and normally find her
sitting in Mom's lap either watching TV or reading a story together. When
Mom was busy in the kitchen, Angela would sit by me and gradually she
worked her way into my lap. She was very careless with her little skirts
and after squirming around for a little while, her tiny white panties would
be showing. She would hold my hands in her lap and sometimes I felt her
rubbing her thin thighs with the backs of my hands.

Over a period of time I grew very accustomed to her physical contact and
found myself looking forward to the next time she climbed into my lap. She
had a way of moving her little ass around until she was pressing against my
abdomen and my mound. The question occurred to me whether she acted the
same way with Mom and if Mom enjoyed it as much as I did. I had to dismiss
it because Mom is the straightest woman on the planet, not to mention the
most inhibited. I was sort of bi because I had a couple of experiences at
sleepovers that I liked more than anything that had happened on my few
dates with boys. My state of mind was probably exaggerating Angela's
actions and even projecting my reactions to my mother. I remember popping
into a room unexpectedly once and I thought Mom was trying to hastily
re-button her blouse as Angela scampered off her lap but her back was to me
and I couldn¢t be sure. But why did Angela get off her lap so suddenly? Was
I merely trying to mitigate my
 guilt by accusing my straitlaced mother of being as bad as me?

With Angela I was losing all control and found myself humping my mound
slightly against her little ass when she was in my lap. I allowed her free
rein as she held my hands and rubbed the backs of my hands against the
insides of her thighs, a little higher each day. Then one day the
precocious little minx pressed the back of my hand against her panties and
I could feel moisture in her little cleft. Even though that seemed to be a
natural progression to the things we had been doing, I was a little shocked
by such an overt sexual act from one so young. I didn't even know they made
hormones that small.

I felt a shudder of barely recognizable desire that I understood nothing
about. My hand turned of its own volition and I cupped her small pussy
through her panties with my palm. This almost involuntary act altered
everything. With a precious little groan, she spread her thighs further and
moved her hands down to my hips. She began to pull me back and forth
against her until I was humping her little ass in earnest.

"I want to see your titties," she announced casually.

"Honey, I can't show them to you. You're just a child and Mom is in the
kitchen, she could come in at any minute."

She turned sideways in my lap and pushed my hand back to her pussy and then
she put her hand on my titty. A soft moan escaped from my constricted
throat as she squeezed my tit in her small hand.  With a sudden surge of
desire, I kissed the side of her baby mouth and she turned her face to lick
across my lips. Seething with passion, I was suddenly seized with panic as
I heard Mom walking down the hall from the kitchen. I hastily pushed her
upright and away from me and swore I would never be that careless again or
get that carried away.

As she seemed to prefer, she sat in Mom's lap most of the early evening and
she held Mom's hands in her lap. I thought I noticed a lot of movement in
their hands but I might have been projecting again. During supper, however,
she put her foot between my legs under the table. My passion was re-ignited
and I had a difficult time concealing the feelings that raced through me. I
could not prevent my thighs from spreading as I scooted forward in the
chair to push my pussy more firmly against her foot. Mom chattered on about
the things she had to do the next day, a Saturday, and then she asked me,
"Well, can you?"  "Oh, can I what, Mom? I was thinking about something
else."  "I know, you've been miles away all evening. If it were not for
Angela's attention, I might as well be talking to myself. I wanted to know
if you could stay with Angela most of the day tomorrow. With all the things
I have to do, I need to leave her here. Do you have any plans?"  "No, Mom,
I've got nothing to do but study all day."  "Good!  You know I was involved
in a lot of things before Angela came to stay and I'm trying to extricate
myself since I now have plenty to do taking care of you two but several
events occur tomorrow that have been scheduled for months. After that, I
should be able to devote myself almost entirely to y'all."  "Well, Mom, you
should continue to do whatever you enjoy doing. I can stay with Angela. We
are becoming very good friends, just the same as sisters."  Angela's eyes
lit up with that comment. I had a warm feeling that she would be glad to be
thought of as my sister.

"That's great. Most of the things I'm involved in were just to fill the
idle hours but there are some things I truly enjoy and feel something is
accomplished by my efforts, the children's charities for sure. I would like
to continue with some of them but you are plenty busy with your
schoolwork."  "Well, it's not like she's in diapers or anything. I can
watch her and still get my studying done." I said with a faint regret that
Angela was not in diapers, it would be so much fun to change them.

The next morning Mom had barely got out the door when Angela came into my
room where I was studying.  Still in her nightgown, she pushed my books
forward on my desk and climbed up into my lap. "Do you want to play with
me?" She asked, such an innocent question from a child her age but carrying
all sorts of sexual connotations in my slightly more mature mind. "I don't
think I remembered to put my panties on this morning." She announced with a
twinkling gleam in her eyes.

My cunt suddenly decided to seize control as my hand searched frantically
under her nightdress. When I reached her baby pussy, she raised her feet to
the desk and parted her thighs. The nightdress rode up along with my wrist
and I could see the juncture of her thin thighs where my hand was lodged
against her little pussy. Sure enough she had not bothered with panties. I
rubbed her moist cleft and succeeded in working one finger up into her
tight little pussy. She started bucking her hips against my hand and I
began to finger her with a powerful, mindless passion. I wrapped my other
arm around her tiny waist to hold her in position and my wrist was fairly
flying, wagging my finger in and out of her little cleft. She rolled her
hips up to give me better access and moaned for me to fuck her.  She
shocked me with her gutter language. "I'm going to make you do a lot of
nasty things to me today. First I want you to take off your blouse and bra
and let me see your big titties."  Although I resented slightly her
dominant attitude, considering what she was allowing me to do to her, there
were hardly any grounds for refusingher little suggestions. Otherwise I
would appear to be chafing under her control. I unbuttoned my blouse and
pulled it off my shoulders and down my arms. Angela immediately seized my
tits and began to maul them rather roughly through my bra.  "Honey, be
careful, they're not made of steel." I tried to say lightly but I saw a
flash of resentment cross her pretty face. She could not tolerate any sort
of criticism. In response, she pushed her hand inside my bra and pulled my
tit out where she began to pinch the nipple almost cruelly. I knew that if
I reacted negatively to her, our game would be ended, maybe for the rest of
the day. I had laid awake most of the night thinking about what we were
going to do today and I did not want to risk spoiling it. I quietly let her
pinch me and acted as though I enjoyed being abused.  "Take off your bra
now. I may want to pinch the other one with my teeth."

Somewhat fearful of her threats but even more afraid of driving a wedge
into our relationship, I removed my bra and let it slide down to lay on top
of my discarded blouse. She moved around and slid off my lap down between
my thighs. She pushed my skirt up to my hips as she leaned forward to take
my naked titty in her mouth. I was relieved that she did not bite; she just
sucked contentedly, with a slightly evil grin playing smugly across her
pretty face.

She worked both her hands between us and up my thighs to feel my
pussy. With my skirt up out of the way, I widened my thighs to accommodate
her. "Why are you wearing panties? Didn't you realize we were going to play
while your mother was away?"

"Of course I knew there was a strong possibility but I always wear
panties. I just didn't think about taking them off." I tried to explain.

"I want you to leave them off, Cindy, whenever you know we are going to be
alone.  What if I asked you to open your legs so I could see your pussy? Do
you think I would want to do that just to see a pair of panties? Just get
up and take them off and take your skirt off too." She said with an
impervious air.

Still chagrined by her bossy attitude, I went ahead and did what she said,
intent upon preserving our time alone together. I stood up when she raised
off of me and unzipped my skirt at the side and let it slide down my ample
thighs. I could see by the intensity of her stare that she liked my
legs. When I bent over to push my panties down, she had the nerve to slap
me on the ass.

"Yeow!" I said in surprise. What was that for?"

"I think you need a real spanking for wearing your panties. It will help
you to remember. I had one foster mother that taught me to `member a lot of
things that way."

"Well, I'm sorry but you can't spank me. I am almost a woman and you are
still just a child."

"It's not always a matter of age. I had one foster sister that liked to
kiss my pussy so much that she would do anything I told her to do. You
remind me of her a lot. She was much braver than you, though, at night she
would come into my room and ask me to let her suck it."

"Well, this is getting completely out of hand." I declared and stormed out
of my own room.  Things were moving too fast and I was losing control. It
had to stop. I threw on a robe and went out to the bathhouse to put on a
suit to go for a swim to clear my head.  After a few laps, I went over to
the air mattress to get some sun. I was beginning to feel the return of
arousal and hoped my little tirade would cause her to behave better. Maybe
she would realize that I was not some twit to be pushed around. I wanted
desperately to make up with her but I knew I would have to let her make the
next move or give up all hope of equality, much less control.

After a long time my mind began to make excuses for me to make the next
move. After all, I was the older. Maybe she was too insecure to even know
how easily she could mend our little rupture, she was just a child. Just as
I had almost convinced myself, she came strolling out to the bed-sized
mattress and laid down on the far edge. She had on a little halter and
skirt and, looking me straight in the eye, she crossed her ankles and
spread her knees. She arrested my gaze with the vision of her exposed
pussy. She watched me for a while, carefully calculating the level of my
arousal and then she raised herself slightly, pulled her skirt up to her
waist and lay down with her legs spread widely. Gently she rocked her hips
up and down, causing her little pussy to rise and fall, paralyzing me with
a rage of desire.

Totally aware of her power, she murmured, "Crawl over here and maybe I'll
let you lick it for a while but you can't put your tongue inside until
after you've had your spanking."

So much for the beneficial effects of my little tirade, she was worse than
ever but I was too aroused to resist, even though I knew I would be
surrendering all control, I also knew that I had no choice. Resisting the
little minx only made her more determined. What did it matter who had
control?  No one would ever know but us, it was just a game. Given the
circumstances of her life so far, maybe she needed to have control. With
these thoughts desperately trying to placate my own sense of violation and
outrage, I crawled on my belly to close the small gap between us, put my
face between her spread thighs and began to lick her moist little
cleft. She rolled her hips back to where my tongue was also reaching down
to her crinkled little asshole but I did not mind, it was so fresh and
sweet I kind of liked it. She would pull herself away abruptly whenever I
tried to work my tongue inside her pussy or asshole, reminding me of her
unfinished business with my ass.

Growing more and more frustrated, like being able to lick a Blo-pop forever
without being allowed to bite down into the chewing gum center, I was
talking myself into letting her spank me so that we could get over this
little schism.

Finally I stood up and pushed my bikini bottom off and lay back down facing
away with my bare ass exposed to her. She rose up into a sitting position
and began to slap my ass briskly. She was not strong enough to hurt me; it
was the humiliation that was difficult to bear. I squeezed my eyes tightly
shut and let her spank me until she felt my punishment was sufficient. I am
so glad I did. When she was finished, she leaned over and started to lick
my ass with such raging abandon that I was immediately seized by an
explosion of raptuire. I arched my back, pushing my ass into her face and
then I raised one leg and she brought her face down into my pussy with such
fury that I was undone completely, an orgasm so intense that I was as rigid
as a piano wire for several minutes. An orgasm that was so intense I knew
without a doubt that I could never hope to resist her again. She let me
suck her pussy several times that day.

Disappointed at the tone of our relationship, embarrassed at being
controlled by such a little slip of a girl, I made an effort to refuse her
domination. However, it soon became clear that it was her dominance or
nothing and I craved the experiences with her too much to try to resist. I
gradually grew accustomed to her cruelty and eventually embraced it. After
a month, I could not even imagine how any other relationship would be
possible or nearly so satisfying. She took complete advantage and would
give me a spanking for no reason other than she felt like it. At night I
snuck into her room and she would spread her legs immediately and let me
suck her pussy.

Then our relationship took a decidedly different turn. "I need to pee real
bad and giving you so much pussy has made me too tired to go to the
bathroom." She said.

"If we only had a bedpan." I tried to say lightly.

"Lay down on your back and open your mouth."

"Oh no, don't even think about doing that to me."

"I'll go real slow. I need to go and I think you'll love it."

"No, now, stop it. I'm not going to let you turn me into a potty."

"Do you want a spanking with a leather belt?"

"No-oo-o," I could not keep from whining, "please don't ask me to do it."

"Come on, I'll let you suck it as long as your want when I'm done." Angela
said as she pushed me on my back in the middle of the bed. She slapped my
face when I tried to rise up. Soon she was crawling up to where she could
spread her thighs over my face. "Open your mouth and let me."

The smell of her, the wetness rubbing against my mouth robbed me of my
will. I whimpered my assent and opened my mouth, trying to push my tongue
up into her. It was met by a hot spurt of fetid liquid; my tongue guided
the piss into my throat. I gagged and gurgled, then swallowed. There was no
real taste but the odor was unbearable, and the humiliation was beginning
to awaken my burning lusts. I submitted to her and she continued to use me,
making short little spurts so as not to overwhelm me. Soon I just stopped
resisting and let her piss in my mouth, more aroused than I had ever been
in my life as I gulped down great mouthfuls.

True to her word, when she finished, she let me suck her longer than she
had ever let me before, until I passed out from the pleasure.

A few nights later, after I had coaxed her and begged her for most of the
evening before she finally lay down and spread her legs for me, I sucked
her pussy for just a little while and was getting myself really aroused,
she said she had to go to the bathroom. Thinking about how aroused she made
me last time and how long she let me suck her, I told her, "No, you don't
have to. I don't mind if you use my mouth like you did last time, if you
want to."

"Sure I want to, I love pissing in your mouth. Lie down and get
ready. That's a big girl, just open wide like that. Oh, I just knew you'd
like it. Here it comes, it's starting, oh, drink it, swallow it down, you
nasty cunt."

I don't mind saying, her verbal abuse of me was a little hard to take,
especially when I was just doing this to please her. It was infuriating to
have her calling me names but the rewards outweighed the degradation by
such a margin that I had no trouble deciding to endure it.

Then one day I had a `walk' from my next to last class because the
professor was over ten minutes late. I decided to cut my last class and go
home early. Most of the time I wish I'd never made that decision.  When I
got home, everything was quiet except for the TV blaring in the living
room. I heard some soft voices as I approached and I stopped to try to hear
what they were saying, in case they were talking about me.

Mom was sitting in her favorite chair with her voluminous skirts pulled
back to her waist, her beautifully round thighs completely exposed. Her
skirts were so high that I could tell she was not wearing any
panties. Angela was sitting between her legs on the very edge of the chair,
leaning forward with her naked ass pushed back to be pounded hard by Mom's
naked pussy.

"That's it, Mommy; fuck my ass with your pussy!" Angela screamed.

"Angela, you must control your urges to use that kind of language!" Mom
declared, seemingly oblivious to the incongruity of committing the act but
rigidly refusing to condone the words that described it.

"Why won't you let me spank your big bottom? You let me slap your big
titties and you don't mind it. I used to have a foster mother who would let
me do anything to her as long as she got to suck my baby pussy afterwards."
I heard Angela's voice and I froze, remembering how she had used the same
ploy on me not very long ago.

Then I heard my mother say, "I do enjoy sucking your pussy, after you
talked me into trying it but not so much that I would let you degrade me
for the honor. You can find someone else to play your nasty games with."

"Well, I wonder what the Welfare Lady would say if I told her how much you
like to suck me?"

"You wouldn't dare do that. Don't even joke about it. Do you realize we
could get into serious trouble, criminal trouble, if anyone even suspected
such a thing?"

"I realize you could get into serious trouble but they wouldn't do anything
to me. I would just be the innocent victim of a lecherous old dyke. They'd
just put me in another foster home, maybe with a foster mom who liked to
get her hinny warmed by a little girl who loved doing it."

"That is the most depraved thing I ever heard. This is nothing but
blackmail. I never knew what a little beast you are."

"Well, now that you know, why don't you bend over the couch arm and let me
get your dress up out of the way. Who knows, you might like it as much as
you do sucking pussy. You kept telling me you weren't that kind of woman
and now you start begging to suck it the minute Cynthia leaves for class."

I moved forward a little bit to see them. I was in total shock to see my
always-in-control mother lean over the couch arm as Angela worked her
skirts up to her waist, exposing her ample ass and gorgeously rounded
thighs. I struggled to control my arousal at the sight.

I was terribly aware of the threat she had used against Mom.  She had never
tried to blackmail me but I had never offered enough resistance for her to
feel the need.

Then I was startled by her angry voice, "What are you doing out there,
Cindy, are you getting excited watching me spank your mother? Don't you
wish you could do it?"

"I got out of school early. I just heard some voices in here." I felt
compelled to explain.

"Shut up and get yourself in here and bend over. It's going to be harder on
you if you're wearing panties."

I blushed with embarrassment at what her comment revealed about me to
Mom. Silly considering the position Mom was in but I could not control
it. "I was at school. I have to wear panties at school."

"Well, get in here and get them down so I can look at your pussy while I
spank you. Maybe when I finish, I'll let you give your mother a few
whacks. You would love that, wouldn't you? I never met a girl who wouldn't
love to spank her own mother."

I pulled my skirt up as I hurried over to her and bent over with my hands
on my ankles. Unintentionally this position placed my face within inches of
Mom's voluptuous ass and thighs.  "Suck your mother's ass for her." Angela
demanded.  With no real reluctance, I did as directed, using Mom's
delectable posterior to take my mind off the stinging slaps Angela
administered to my vulnerable behind.

"Your mom has been telling me some interesting stories about her little
lady friends at all those meetings."

"What stories?" I asked in all innocence.

"Oh, stop it, Angela." For that, Mom received a vicious whack.  She seemed
to recognize the absolute power she held over us with her veiled threat to
report us to the welfare lady and was just now beginning to take full
advantage of it "Just tell CIndy what you were telling me."

"Ow, ow, that hurts! Cindy, I was just telling her about how Beth Meyers
seems to spend the whole time trying to get my dress up. The first time she
did it, I was too embarrassed to cause a scene. She took full advantage,
even made me slip my panties down to my thighs. It's just a little quirk
she has and I usually manage to avoid her."

"Well, I like little quirks so I'm trying to convince your mom to invite Ms
Myers over for supper some evening. That's why she's getting this spanking,
to make her be more sharing with her little conquests. I just want all her
boring old meetings to be more fun."

"All right, all right, my ass is blistered. I can't imagine how such a
little girl can hit so hard. But if that's what you want then I'll invite
Ms Myers tomorrow night.  Just please stop spanking me."

"Okay, that's enough but keep your position while I hump your big ass for
awhile." Angela said as she lifted her little skirt and threw it up over
Mom's ass and I could not help being quite aroused as I watched her buck
her tiny hips against Mom's well rounded ass.

"Angela, this is so humiliating when you do me like this. It makes me feel
like an old whore who has to take it up the ass to get any business."

"Well, as soon as you buy me that strap on that I've asked you several
times to get, you will have good reason to feel that way."

"Oh, Angie, you're not thinking of fucking me in the asshole, are you?" Mom
asked trying to inject a tone of horror in her voice but I could detect a
note of intense arousal. She seemed to be making a suggestion masked as an
objection to this little slip of a girl.

"Angie," I could not keep the begging tone from my voice, "can I suck your
little ass while you're humping my mother?"

"Sure, Cindy, get your tongue up deep in my ass and try to keep up because
I'm going to pound this bitch woman until she loses her mind and begs me to
stick something up her ass.  Spread your legs, Mommy, and bend your knees a
little. Let me get up under you where I can bump against your pussy for a
while."

The next evening Angela was so excited because Mom had called Ms Myers and
the lady was eager to come over for a visit. While on the phone Angie
grabbed Mom by her huge tit and squeezed it, telling her to ask Ms Myers
not to wear any panties. Mom gripped her hand over the phone and whispered,
"No, Angie, I can't do that. It would embarrass both of us."

"Tell her or I'll twist your tit."

"Ow, ow, okay."  Then back on the phone, "And Beth, you don't have to wear
any panties if you don't want to." She slammed the phone down, her face
beaming crimson at Ms Myers¢ exuberant reply.

"That will eliminate a lot of pussyfooting around when she gets here since
she now knows for sure what she coming over here for."  Angela preened
proudly.

Beth Myers was a half hour early saying that she just couldn't wait any
longer to get Mom's dress up for real. I took Angela upstairs and we were
watching from the landing where we could not easily be seen. The girl was
intrinsically aware that she could not reveal anything about her
relationship with Mom and me or participate in anything until Ms Myers made
a move on her. So we bided our time waiting for Mom to get Ms Myers in an
aroused state where Angie could try to tempt the woman into something
incriminating enough to ensure her cooperation. That did not look like it
would take very long. Ms Myers was all but chasing Mom around trying to get
her hand up Mom's skirt. Mom would sit on the couch; Ms Myers would move
next to her and start to play with her legs. Mom would move to her chair,
Ms Myers would sit on the arm of it.

"What's with this entire coy act? You asked me to come over with my panties
in my purse and then you run around like a school girl on her first date,
blushing and darting around."

"I'm just not used to someone who is so aggressive. Plus we are not
completely alone. My foster daughter is upstairs and we'll have to wait
until she goes to bed. Okay?"

"Why didn't you say so? I thought you were just jerking me around like you
do at our meetings. I know you try to avoid me."

"Only because I can't trust myself around you; I'm afraid of what you might
make me do in front of the others."

"Oh, so you're afraid of me, huh? That's very interesting."

I nudged Angie to go downstairs; I thought the time was about right.

"Oh, here comes Angela now." Mom said as she escaped from Ms Myer's grasp
and ran to grab the girl's hand. "Angie, this is Ms Myers, one of the
ladies I work with on several committees."

"Hello, Angie, you are going to be a knockout when you grow up.  I bet the
little boys at school are falling all over themselves over you."

"Oh, Ms Myers, I guess they do but I don't have anything to do with the
selfish oafs. I have lots of girlfriends to keep me company." Angie said
this with such broad abandon that Ms Myers was quite surprised. I could
almost hear the wheels turning in her head as she tried to sort out the
hidden meanings in Angie's comment.

"Angie, would you keep Ms Myers company while I see about the roast. I'm
going to have a lot to do and I may be awhile. There are some movies on the
TV if you want to watch anything. Make yourselves comfortable and I'll be
back as soon as I can."

When Mom made her hasty retreat, Ms Myers started leering at the succulent
little girl whose care she had been left in. Angie went over and put in a
movie recorded from cable called "Planet of the Playmates" which had no men
in it that were not dressed as apes and a bevy of superbly built females.

"Goodness, have you seen this movie before? What if your mother comes in
and catches us watching it?"

"She doesn't mind. She says the best way to create a sexual degenerate is
to try and suppress every sexual urge at a young age.  She allows me a lot
of freedom."

"Well, I must say she's probably right. You seem very well adjusted for a
child your age. And does she allow any of your little girlfriends to have
sleepovers with you?"

"Oh, yes, I have them come over here a lot because Mom leaves us alone. I
don't like to go to their houses because their parents watch us like
hawks." Angie was falling into her familiar pattern as she approached Ms
Myers and sat down sideways on her lap. She looked right at Ms Myers big
titties and purred, "Some of my older girlfriends have a little bit of
titty and I like to play with them but you really do have a big set of
boobies. Would you mind if I looked at them?" She was so innocent that she
may as well have been asking about the time of day.

"Little girl, Angela, I don't think..." Ms Myers flustered.

"You're not wearing one of those brassieres, are you?" She asked as she
grasped both of the lady's tits and began to squeeze them forcefully.

"No, Honey, I'm not but I don't think you should be.."

Angie moved her hands up and began to unbutton the woman's blouse, Ms Myers
hands flew up to stop her and then just sort of relaxed as though resigned
to the inevitable.

"Let me see them. Mom won't be back in for a long while." With the blouse
opened halfway down, Angie told her, "Lean forward a little bit so I can
get 'em out. Oh, they're so plump; they just sit there and quiver. Do you
like it when I rub your nipples like this? Do you want to pretend that
you're the mommy and I will suck on them?" Angie's hand began to wander up
under Ms Myers skirt. "I bet you're not wearing any panties, are you? Open
your legs more and let me feel."  Ms Myers nervously spread her legs as
Angie plunged her hand under her dress.

She began moaning in ecstasy as Angie's skilled fingers massaged her
cunt. "Oh, Darling, that feels divine but we've got to stop..."

"What's the meaning of this?" Mom's voice was like the scream of a banshee
and jolted everyone in the room, and me just outside it.

"Oh, Ms Peterson, it's not what you think. I was just..."

"You were seducing my ward and I must remind you that she is by far a
minor. Cindy," she yelled at me, "come down here and call the police!"

"Please, Ms Peterson, you can't be serious. It wasn't my fault. This girl
is very precocious; she came on to me so strongly..."

"This little girl just simply overpowered you and forced you to take out
your big tits and spread your legs wide? That¢s what you're telling me?"

I came into the room as Ms Myers answered, "Yes, she's so advanced...so
seductive... I had no chance to think about what I was doing."

I reached for the telephone.

"Wait, Cindy, maybe Ms Myers would rather have us punish her than to get
the police involved.  I don't know how I would explain this to the
neighbors without causing Angie a lot of embarrassment." It was obvious to
me that Angie had coached Mom on what she was supposed to say because Mom
would have never spoken like that on her own.

"Oh, yes, that would be much more civilized; whatever you decide to do to
me."

"Cindy, take off Ms Myers¢ blouse and put these on her." Mom said as she
tossed me a set of handcuffs. I took every opportunity to feel up Ms Myers¢
large tits as I finished removing her blouse, then I snapped the cuffs in
place and started to squeeze the tits of the captive woman with wild
abandon.

Mom sat down and pulled Ms Myers over her lap and proceeded to wail her ass
unmercifully. Ms Myers screamed and protested but her pussy was flowing so
freely that she was splattering all over everything as Mom spanked her.

Mom moved over to sit beside Angela and soon was leaning over into her lap,
sucking her baby pussy while Ms Myers blustered and flustered in absolute
confusion. I raised my skirt and pushed her down to the floor on her hands
and knees, straddled her naked ass and humped against it, feeling like I
was in heaven.

"What in Hell's name is going on here?" She cried.

After humping her voluptuous ass for quite a while, I moved forward to sit
on her hands still cuffed behind her back. She immediately began digging
into my pussy; her apparent confusion didn't diminish her ability to
participate in any sexual act.

After a while Angela came over and made me let Ms Myers roll over so she
could sit on her face. The woman's libido leaped foreward several notches
even though she vehemently protested the way she was treat, during the few
seconds she had her tongue out of Angela's pussy or asshole long enough to
protest.

Angela's plans for Mom's meetings turned out pretty much as she wanted them
to with most of the ladies falling readily into her tender clutches. I
merely chafed along in dark depression, jealous over the many women that
Angela felt she needed when I wanted to be the only one to satisfy her
needs. The girl spread herself so thin over so many women that my
opportunities became more rare each passing year in spite of my craving
that increased exponentially with the passage of time.