Date: Thu, 02 Sep 2004 23:08:14 +0000 From: Nicola Atkins <sunnyhunny964@hotmail.com> Subject: Janet Part Three This story is the property of the author. It may be downloaded for your own private use or to be forwarded to a friend, but if you wish to use it on your own website, please seek the permission of the author. It is designed to give pleasure to readers, but is intended only for those over the age of eighteen. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between adult females and a young girl, so if this offends you, please leave immediately. I have written another story which also includes sex between an adult female and a young girl, but because it also contains sexual acts between that same girl and a man, it has been post in the bisexual section -- strangely, under Encounters. It is called Kate, and perhaps you might like to take a peek at it. I would welcome comments, but please address them to me, jonathanorange@hotmail.com, rather than the email address at the top which belongs to a dear friend of mine who posts these stories onto the Nifty site for me -- thanks, sexy, and I promise you that special, long-drawn out orgasm as soon as we can meet! Janet gazed down at her daughter's body. She looked so incredibly sexy! Her knees, looped through the stirrups of the examination couch, had been drawn widely apart, and her ankles were fastened to the couch to inhibit movement. She was further restrained as her arms had been fastened to the legs of the couch and a broad band was tightly fixed across her stomach. Her body was covered in a light sheen of perspiration, evidence of the energy she had expended in trying to reach her orgasm, and strands of her lovely auburn hair were stuck to her body and the rock hard nipples of her lovely little tits. Janet's gaze drifted down to the girl's cunt. God! It looked so sexy! Of course, Janet had seen Jemma's pussy before -- that was how they had come to be in this situation -- but never had she seen it like this! The outer lips were engorged with blood and incredibly puffy. As a result of the probing that it had experienced at the hands of Mistress Lucy, the lips were widely spread and the inner lips were clearly visible, twitching in frustration as the girl awaited the orgasm that had so cruelly been withheld from her. Her cunt and her pubic hair glistened with moisture -- a mixture of Mistress Lucy's saliva and the girl's juices, which had been flowing freely for the past twenty minutes. "Please, Momma! Please!" the girl begged her eyes wide and pleading. As Janet bent her head towards the sweet-smelling pussy, she thought how this had all begun. It had been very late one night. Janet had been watching a late night movie, but the landing light had been switched off, so the house appeared to be completely silent. As she crept upstairs to her bedroom, she had heard soft moaning coming from Jemma's bedroom. She thought the girl must be unwell, so she quietly approached Jemma's bedroom door. Neither Jemma nor her mother usually closed their bedroom doors, so Janet could see into the room. The moonlight streamed in through the window behind the bed, and Janet gasped at the sight she beheld. Jemma was lying on top of her covers, her knees drawn up and spread wide. In the moonlight, Janet could clearly see the fingers of Jemma's left hand prising her pussy wide whilst those of the right hand were busily exploring the depths of her cunt. She was whimpering and sighing and it was obvious that she was approaching an orgasm. Janet stood in awe as she watched this performance, her hand creeping down to her own pussy. With a final little cry Jemma clearly reached her orgasm, and her legs slipped down the bed. Janet hurried away to her own bedroom, and for the first time for a long time, she closed her bedroom door. She flung herself onto her bed, tore open her dressing gown, pushed up her nightie and thrust three fingers deep inside her cunt. She had no time for finesse tonight, no time for the slow, languorous build up that she usually used to pleasure herself. No time, even, for one of her growing collection of toys. She needed to come urgently, so erotic had been the sight that she had just seen. Her orgasm flooded over her almost at once, and she cried out with pleasure as it spread out through her entire body. This was why she had shut the door! As she lay there, panting with the exertion, she thought again about her little thirteen year old girl playing with herself. As she did so her hand crept back to her pussy and she began to stroke herself and explore herself once more. She felt so randy and she knew that she must come again. And she did, this time a more leisurely orgasm, built up to slowly as she flicked her clit and rubbed the puffy lips of her cunt and reamed the depth of it. Yet still she felt the need to satisfy herself for a third time, but, with the urgency of that first and second orgasms had sated, she was able to take her time. She reached into her bedside drawer and fetched out her small anal vibrator, and, switching it on, she began to play it over her bottom. She had learnt self-control at the hands of Mistress Lucy, so she was able to tease herself for some time before she slowly inserted the vibrator, pushing its full length inside her. It still made her gasp with pleasure as the throbbing vibrator found those sensitive spots inside her arse that so thrilled her. She left it deep inside her, knowing that the sphincter muscles would hold it in place, and she spread the lips of her cunt wide apart before using the middle finger of her right hand to scratch up and down -- a teasing motion that she knew would bring her over the edge, but also that would take a teasingly long time. In her mind she could see Jemma, her legs wide apart and the moonlight streaming down on her body, furiously playing with herself. She could hear again the whimpers and gasps of her daughter as she approached her orgasm, and with these images in her head, Janet herself reached her own, third, shattering orgasm. Janet awoke the next morning unsure of what to do. Was it time to talk to Jemma about `things'? Should she tell her what she had seen? Should she tell her that it was okay to do this to herself? After all, she did, almost every night! In the end, she did none of these things, unsure quite how to approach the subject. But she did determine that she would watch for signs that Jemma was continuing to explore her sexuality -- and make sure that she, Janet, was able to observe it! Three nights later, after Jemma had kissed her mother goodnight and gone upstairs to bed, Janet hovered at the foot of the stairs. She heard Jemma close her bedroom door, a most unusual occurrence. Ten minutes later Janet crept up the stairs, and waited outside her daughter's bedroom door. Sure enough from inside Janet could hear soft whimpering, and she imagined her daughter, with her legs outstretched, playing with herself. Janet's fingers crept to her own pussy as she listened to the growing sounds of urgency inside the room. >From within the room she heard her daughter softly crying "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, Yessss!", and, as her own orgasm approached, she hurried away to the bathroom to complete the task for fear of letting Jemma hear her. When she flushed the loo and returned to the top of the stairs, Jemma's door was open as usual, and girl appeared to be sleeping! Janet continued her spying missions over the next few weeks, but it was the incident with the vibrator that finally brought Jemma's activities into the open. Janet was much earlier back from her trip into town than she had expected -- and clearly much earlier than Jemma had expected either! As soon as she opened the front door, she heard it! After all, it was a sound she had heard so often over the last year! She went quietly up the stairs, and there, kneeling on Janet's bed, with her face buried in the pillows and her arse in the air, was Jemma. She was naked and Janet's small anal vibrator was in Jemma's right hand, whilst her left was holding wide the lips of her cunt, and the vibrator was sliding up and down the puffy outer lips of the juicy pussy, clearly also making contact with the clit. Janet had obviously arrived at the critical moment, for with a loud cry the girl climaxed, and sank onto the bed. Immediately she sensed the presence of another person, and she screamed with embarrassment, and reached for her clothes, strewn on the edge of the bed. "Oh! Momma!" she cried, here face going red with shame, scrambling to cover herself. Knowing that she had to react sensibly and quickly to save the situation, Janet said "It's alright, Jemma. Don't be embarrassed. But we do need to talk. Get yourself dressed and come downstairs when you are ready. I'm going to make a cup of tea." It was quite some time before the young girl appeared, sheepishly, in the living room. Janet had decided whilst making herself a cup of tea, that she needed to let her daughter feel at ease, so she said nothing for a while, giving Jemma the chance to speak. But, of course, she was too embarrassed. Finally her mother finally said quietly, "So, how long have you been playing with yourself, Jemma? It is perfectly natural, you know, so don't be embarrassed -- or ashamed." At last the girl spoke, and told her mother that she had been playing with herself for about six months. "And how did you come to be using my toys?" asked her mother, gently. Jemma told her that, late at night, she had heard the sound of Janet playing with herself, which she recognised from her own climaxes, and she had stood outside her open bedroom door and watched her mother using her toys, and that she had been incredibly turned on by this, and that was why she had begun to use them herself. "And who is Lucy?" she had asked, "I hear you calling her name as you come." Somewhat shocked by this, Janet was rather flustered, not only to learn that her daughter had been watching her own masturbations, but also that Lucy's name had been mentioned. She had mumbled that Lucy was a therapist whom Janet visited from time to time. Janet's relationship with Mistress Lucy was not the normal submissive/dominant relationship. Lucy had told Janet that she loved her in a much deeper way than any of her other slaves. Indeed, they often made love together in Lucy' bedroom, rather than visit either the dungeon or the examination room that Lucy used with her clients, and payment for her services had long since ceased. Lucy had shown Janet the joys and the skills of female love-making, and Janet had learnt so much about how to thrill her partner as well as how many ways she herself could be thrilled. They often did visit the chambers, because Lucy was still basically a dominant who liked to restrain and tease and punish, and Janet was a submissive who liked to be treated in this way, but their sessions always had that underlying basis of love, which actually made the excitement greater for both of them. One feature of their sessions was the confessional. Unlike many Mistresses, Mistress Lucy allowed Janet to have orgasms when she was not in her presence. But she always insisted on Janet telling her, in explicit detail, how she had pleasured herself between visits to the chambers. She would wait until Janet was close to orgasm and then say, "And what orgasms have you had this week, my sweet? Tell Mistress all about them -- I want every detail of what you have done to that sweet little pussy when Mistress has been away!" And Janet would describe them in detail for her Mistress, and revel in the erotic feelings these descriptions gave her, heightening her need for orgasm. If Mistress Lucy thought that Janet was not telling her the truth, she would draw out the poor woman's orgasm until she was screaming for release. Now, Janet had not told her Mistress about seeing Jemma and listening to Jemma; she somehow felt that this was very private. And, after all, it wasn't about Janet's orgasms, so she felt it was outside the conditions of their relationship. However, the conversation she had had with Jemma after she had caught her using the vibrator, and the sight of Jemma on Janet's bed and the vibrator sliding along the outside of lovely, her young pussy, had stayed vividly with her. Indeed, she had this vision in her mind at this moment, stretched out as she was on Mistress Lucy's examination couch, her cunt forced wide by one of Mistress Lucy's larger vibrators which was being probed deeply into the depth of her soaking hole. Meanwhile Mistress Lucy was playing a small one over the engorged clit, and Janet was so close to coming and yet she could not quite get over the edge. "Come along, my dear," cooed Mistress Lucy, "you are not telling your Mistress the truth! I know you too well, there is something you are not telling me, and I shall not let you come until you tell me!" Janet pleaded with her to let her come, still holding back the fact that the image in her mind was of Jemma, still hearing the sound of that little vibrator buzzing away as it played round the edge of her little cunt, still hearing in her mind the sounds Jemma made as her orgasms had flooded over her. Mistress Lucy continued to keep her on the edge, and at last she could stand it no longer. "I've seen my daughter coming!" she screamed. "Please! Pease! Let me come!" "Details!" ordered Mistress Lucy, playing the vibrator a bit harder on the sensitive clit. "Oh! Pleaase! No! Not til I've come! I can't stand it any longer! Please!" "Not until you tell me!" demanded Mistress Lucy, again touching the sensitive spots that she knew would drive Janet mad with frustration. At last Janet could stand it no longer, and she poured out all the details of what had happened, and finally, mercifully, Mistress Lucy took her over the edge and one of the most powerful orgasms of Janet's life seared through her entire body, she screaming with the intensity of it. Sensing this, Mistress Lucy covered Janet's body with kisses as the poor woman came down from the shattering experience, gently releasing her from the tight restraints that she was in -- tighter in part because of the struggle that Janet had put up to keep her secret. As they sat drinking coffee, Lucy asked again fro the details of what had happened. She scolded Janet for not having told her earlier -- "You've been keeping a secret from your Mistress - and your lover" she chided, "I shall have to punish you next time. And, I shall have to have her, you know that, don't you?" And Janet did know, in her heart, that this was so -- and that she wanted it to be so! Neither Janet nor Jemma had spoken about their conversation after the day that Janet had caught her using the vibrator. Janet still visualised that day, and she still tried to find ways to listen to Jemma playing with herself. She knew that Jemma was still using the toys, for she would carefully note their position in her drawers and then shiver with excitement when she saw that they had been moved. But the girl seemed to be being more careful about when she gave herself pleasure -- but then, so was Janet! It was rather fortunate that it was Jemma who gave Janet the opportunity she had been looking for. Since Janet's last session with her lover, she had been worrying about how she was going to broach the subject of Jemma visiting Lucy. She knew that Lucy would not rest until she had little Jemma, and Janet knew that the thought of seeing her daughter at her skilful Mistress's hands was highly erotic, and something that she witness. But she could not imagine how she could raise the subject. And she felt guilty about even suggesting it -- Jemma was only thirteen and she was her daughter! And what was being proposed was illegal! They were having a leisurely and late breakfast one morning in the Summer holidays when Jemma said, in a halting way, as if she had taken some time to pluck up the courage to speak, "Momma, who is this Lucy that you talk about when you... you... you know, when you do things to yourself? What sort of a therapist is she?" Janet knew that the moment had come and that she must seize it or it would be lost forever. But she also knew that she could not tell Jemma exactly who Lucy was, nor what her preferred modus operandi was, nor the exact nature of her relationship with Janet. She thought for a moment and then she replied, "She advises people on their sexual problems. I went to see her a long time after your father left us because I was missing the attentions of a man but did not want to get involved with anyone again -- I still love your father." Jemma was silent for a while but then she said, "But, what does she advise? Did she tell you about those things that you bought? Or about playing with yourself? What does someone like that actually do?" Janet again had to pause to collect her thoughts, and the she said, "Yes, I suppose that is what she does. She also gives thorough examinations to check that everything is in order in that part of the body -- women have to have regular checks to ensure that any of those problems that we can get are spotted early, so that they can be treated at once." She paused for a few minutes, and then continued, "I could make an appointment for you, if you like", she hurried on, " -- just to check that everything is in order. It could be advisable now that you are, now that you, you know, now that you are doing what you are doing." Jemma thought for a moment, and then said, "Yes, I think that might be a good idea. You will be with me, though, won't you?" "Of course," her mother replied, "of course I will." When they arrived at Lucy's premises, both Janet and Jemma were feeling very nervous, although neither knew that the other one was as nervous as she was. Janet wondered how the situation would develop, because she knew what Mistress Lucy's desires were -- and she knew that it was something she thought she wanted as well! Jemma didn't really know what to expect, but, even in her relatively immature stage of development, she was quite sure that there must be more to Lucy than just a therapist, otherwise why would her mother need to visit her so often, and why would she have called her name so often when she was having an orgasm? So she was rather hoping that there might be more than just an examination, yet she was naturally nervous at the unknown. Lucy made them both feel very relaxed as she explained what exactly was involved in her comprehensive examination. She asked the young girl to take off her clothes, and then invited her onto the examination couch. Nervously, Jemma climbed onto the examination couch, and Lucy gently lifted each leg and placed it through the hoops, explaining that this was necessary so that a thorough examination of her private parts could be carried out, just to check that there were no growths or other signs of potential problems. She then parted the girl's lips and peered intently at the inner part of the sweet little pussy; she felt all around the outer lips, and noticed with pleasure that already a little moisture was beginning to seep from the young girl. Her fingers brushed the clit and she noticed the involuntary jump. "So, Jemma," she said quietly, "When did you start playing with yourself?" After a pause, the young girl whispered, "About six months ago," Her hips almost unconsciously rose slightly in an attempt to get the finger that was exploring her to move to that most sensitive of spots. "And did you find it exciting to watch your mother playing with herself?" Another pause, then a very soft "Yes." "Did you wonder why your mother called out my name when she came?" said Lucy, all the while continuing her gentle probing and noting the girl's obvious increasing excitement. Another "Yes", accompanied by a slight "Ooooh" "Well, that is because I am an expert at helping people to understand and explore their sexuality and the best ways for them to relieve their sexual desires. There is a lot more to an orgasm than just a few quick prods with a finger. You agreed with your mother that a visit to me might be helpful. Do you still think that is so?" A little whimper from the girl was followed by an even more muted "Yes." "Then you must trust me completely, do you understand? I need to prepare you so that I can examine you properly and at some length, but I will not hurt you in any way and I assure that you will have a much better knowledge of your body and how it can be satisfied when I have finished. Do you understand?" Glancing nervously at her mother for approval, the girl noted her mother's slight nod of the head, and she whispered "Yes." Lucy, then proceeded to fit ankle cuffs to the young girl and fasten them tightly near her bottom so that her legs were widely spread. She had then pulled a strap around the girl's stomach and tightened it that so that movement was restricted and finally she had attached wrist cuffs to the side of the bed. Jemma was helpless! "There," said Lucy, "You are ready! But your mother is not! She and I have a very particular procedure when she visits me, and I cannot allow her to remain as she is. You may be, no, you will be surprised, at my skill, and you will see that your mother is very responsive to my technique. She is to be part of this introduction for you as well." So saying, she ordered Janet to strip, which she did somewhat self-consciously as her daughter was staring at her across the room. The Lucy gave her a small pair of red leather panties. "Oh! No! Not them, please!" said Janet. "You know better than to argue with your Mistress, Janet," said Lucy, and turning to the captured girl she continued, "Yes, my dear, I am a Mistress and I just love to dominate your mother -- she is so delightfully responsive -- as you will see." Jemma's eyes grew wider as she watched her mother put on the panties and saw the two probes being inserted into her body., and watched as her arms were strung up above her head, and her legs spread wide with a bar. She watched her mother struggle as the buzzing that came from the red panties was increased. But then she had become too distracted with her own feelings as Mistress Lucy had spent forty minutes taking her so close to orgasm before denying it that she had thought she would die. She had screamed and pleaded and begged for the release of an orgasm, and she had discovered sensations in her body that she didn't know existed, and now she just needed to come, so, so desperately she needed to come! And so Janet gazed down at her naked daughter, and marvelled at her beauty. She herself was so sexually aroused by what she had seen and the insistent buzzing of the two probes that she felt quite distracted, but the sight of Jemma, and her state of arousal, and the aroma of her sex as Janet bent towards her only served to heighten her own arousal even more. She didn't know if she could concentrate on Jemma's needs, yet she knew she must otherwise neither of them would achieve the orgasm for which they craved. "Please, Momma! Please!" Jemma pleaded, straining at her bonds, "Please make me come!" "Yes, my dear," purred Mistress Lucy, "Make her come! Let your Mistress see and hear her as she enjoys that long-awaited orgasm. Don't rush it too much but don't hold her much longer -- she is desperate." Janet's fingers parted the young cunt, glorying in the wetness that she could feel. As her tongue came out to lap the inner lips, Janet once again inhaled that heady aroma of rampant sex and she almost swooned. She let her tongue run the full length of Jemma's pussy and then ran it back down again, marvelling at the taste of the young girl. "Oh! God! That feels so good! So good! Oh, don't stop! Please don't stop!" the young girl begged. And Janet didn't! She was an expert giver of oral sex, having been well taught by Mistress Lucy, and her practised tongue began to take the girl up again towards her orgasm. Janet's tongue twirled around as deeply as she could get and then slipped out to flick the clit before delving once more into the juicy honey pot that tasted so divine. "Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes!" the girl cried out, "Oh! God! I'm going to come so hard! It's almost there! Almost there! Oh! God! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!" Janet managed a passable squeal, her face buried as it was inside the warm, juicy depths of Jemma's cunt, as she felt the lips of her own pussy stretching slowly wider and wider. She knew that feeling! It was Mistress Lucy's largest dildo -- a fat, ten-inch curved monster that Janet had enjoyed before. But this time it slipped in much more easily than Janet could ever remember, but then, that was hardly surprising -- she did not believe that she had ever been as randy as she was now, and that was saying something, as she had had many, many splendid sessions with Mistress Lucy. But this was something else! The electrodes buzzing away deep inside her, the sight and sound of Jemma's torment, and now the giant dildo reaming her depths and the taste and the smell of her daughter and the exciting knowledge that she was about to give her daughter the most wonderful climax of her life, all meant that Janet, herself, was on the brink of a mammoth orgasm. She shifted her tongue to concentrate on the young girl's clit, and she plunged a finger deep into her cunt, using a fishtailing motion which she knew would drive the girl to the heights of passion. She felt the girl go rigid and knew that this was that moment, that milli-second before the orgasm came, when the whole body seemed suspended in nothingness. Deep in her own bowels, Janet could feel her own orgasm approaching as Mistress Lucy continued with her steady, deep strokes of the dildo in and out of her sopping pussy -- the out stroke causing her whole body to tremble with anticipation as the tip of the dildo almost left her aching hole, and then the intense pleasure as it sank back into the depths of her cunt. And then they both came. Janet's cries were muffled by being buried in her daughter's cunt, but Jemma's screams rang round the room as she experienced the kind of orgasm that can only be achieved when given by someone who truly knows how to seek out all those sensitive spots, all those erogenous zones that Jemma didn't even know she had. For those few seconds Jemma's whole sense, her whole being was centred on her pussy and her clit -- nothing else existed except the sensations that were flooding her body. "Oh! God! Oh! God! Oh! God! Oh! God! I'm coming so hard! Oh! Yes! Oh! God! Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes! Oh! God! Help me! It feels so good! Oh! God! Oh! Yesssssss!, Yesssss!, Yesssss!" I hope you have enjoyed this latest part of Janet. There will be more -- how can mother and daughter not now want to explore each other further? Do give me your feed back -- I truly appreciate it. For those female readers amongst you, especially the lesbians, I am sorry that I am a man! I would still like to hear how this story affects you and whether it turns you on. I could have made a female pseudonym as it is easy to set up an email address with any name, but I thought I should be honest. But that does mean that some of you ladies don't really want to correspond with me, but please do -- I need your feedback because it helps me to make sure that the feelings I describe actually would have the desired effect if they were practised on you. After all, I cannot ever truly know. So, please do give me your views, and forgive me if I admit that these will turn me on!