Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2008 04:13:26 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Janice Wants 5

PREFACE:

Whenever you're trying something for the first time it helps to have an
experienced person to guide you.

Comments and criticism always appreciated.

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Janice was pleased that she got home before her mom. It wouldn't have been
a problem to tell her that she'd gone over to visit Aunt Sam after work but
the possibility of her mom questioning why she'd gone over.... well it was
just a lot easier this way. She checked the clock and punched the buttons
on the stove to start it pre-heating. She set the casserole from the fridge
on the counter. By the time she'd chopped the celery carrots and cucumber
to add to the bagged lettuce the oven was ready. Slipping the one dish meal
into the stove and punching forty-five minutes into the timer she decided
she'd take a bath. Two messy orgasms had left her feeling a little funky.

On her way upstairs she marveled at the day she'd had. It seemed like years
ago that she'd watched missus Gordon climax in the salon but it was only
four hours ago. At the time she didn't even know what had happened. The
amount she'd learned and the experience she had had in that short a time
was amazing. At four o'clock she didn't even know what and orgasm was when
she saw it; now she'd had two of her own and been responsible for two other
women experiencing the ultimate bliss.

In her bedroom she felt a sexual rush as she took the ninety dollars from
the bodice of her dress. The teenager counted it again before she stuffed
it in her drawer under her panties. `What an appropriate place' she
giggled. A minute later she was in the bathroom with the tub filling, tying
up her hair. Immersing herself on the warm suds even before the tub was
filled she lay back in the soothing water and closed her eyes. The image
that her mind conjured was of missus Gordon on the pussy trimming
table. The picture of the mature cunt with the decorative heart shape
carved into the pubic hair drew Janice's hand between her own legs. She
rubbed a little to loosen the crusted juices and saliva from her auburn
curls. The bath temperature seemed to rise very suddenly. The fourteen year
old picked up the bar of soap from its dish and applied it to her plump
little vulva. When she closed her eyes this time she saw her aunt's fresh
looking womanhood, without a hair in sight. She remembered the mixed
emotions she'd felt when it had started growing almost three years ago. The
bath water had pretty much washed the soap lather away but the youngster's
fingers continued to fluff the soft little ringlets. "How come I'm the only
one with hair down there?" she said out loud. The decision to rectify that
situation was made in an instant.

The teenager hoisted herself out of the tub and dripped all the way over to
the vanity. In the drawer she found the scissors and the package of
disposable razors. She wasn't sure if removing her bush when it was wet was
the best method but she didn't have much trouble snipping the hair down
very close to the skin. She dropped the soggy pubic hair into the
toilet. Returning to the tub she sat on the edge facing inward and applied
a liberal amount of soap. It was getting hot in the bathroom again and the
teenager was tempted to continue lathering but decided that it would be
wise to have a steady hand for this procedure. She was sitting there with
the razor poised trying to decided how to begin when the bathroom door
opened. Janice gasped and swiveled her head toward the intrusion. "What are
you up to sweetie?" her mother said from the doorway.

The flood of reactions and thoughts her mother's arrival spawned
temporarily robbed the naked girl of the ability to speak. Kathyherine
Mackey had not realized her daughter was on the tub when she'd arrived. Her
purpose for entering the bathroom was simply to freshen up before
dinner. It didn't take the hard working mother long to analyze what was
happening. She couldn't see the lather between her daughter's legs from
this angle but the way she was sitting on the sidewall of the tub, legs
spread, razor in hand there was only one conclusion she could come
to. Missus Mackey felt the unmistakable stirring in her womanhood and gave
herself a mental slap. She had avoided testing her willpower this way for
well over a year. Maybe it was inevitable.

"Uh... at the salon... um Rita, uh does uh hairstyling um down here too"
the teenager stammered when her ability to speak returned. "When I saw
it... I uh, thought it would be so much um... cleaner and uh... fresher, ya
know." It wasn't a lie nor was it the truth but it made sense.

"So you've never done it before?" Kathy questioned. Part of her was telling
her to give her daughter some privacy. Another part was already sending her
on a guilt trip for the arousal she was feeling.

"Huh uh" the teen replied.

"Would you like some help" Kathy said reflexively and regretted the word as
soon as they were out of her mouth. `Get the hell out of here' Kathyherine
thought followed immediately by `this is all Samantha's fault.' The look on
her daughter's face was one of embarrassment and maybe even a little
fear. `Maybe she'll say no' Kathy thought with very mixed emotions. The
older woman stood in the doorway waiting for a response. She couldn't stop
her eyes from surveying the slender naked teenaged form perched on the edge
of the tub. `Wow her breasts have really grown since the last time I saw
them... and those nipples they're...' Kathy cut the thought off as the heat
between her legs began to rise.

Janice was embarrassed for a second when her mother walked in on her. It
was a conditioned reflex. `When you're naked in the tub nobody's supposed
to see you.' The shame at her nakedness only lasted a few seconds before
she began considering what she'd done with her aunt this afternoon and even
with Rita last week at the salon. `This is my mom after all. Up until four
years ago she used to bathe you all the time; hell she used to change you
diapers!' It wasn't the same thing at all and somewhere deep inside Janice
knew it. In fact the expression on her mother's face was familiar. `Isn't
that look similar to the one Aunt Sam had just before she started the
demonstration? It's a lot like the one Rita had just before her hair
washing tutorial too; and what about missus Gordon?' the teenager didn't
have a name for it but she was beginning to recognize it. The thought
materialized with startling clarity `she wants to see my pussy... up
close.' The conclusion she drew from her mother's expression sent a shiver
through the youngster that seemed to land like a swarm of butterflies in
her girlhood. In her developing deviousness she wondered `what would she be
prepared to do to see it... up close?'

The teenager's analysis of the situation had taken seconds but they were
very long seconds for her mom. "Do you know how to do it?" Janice asked. It
was a reasonable question.

"I've had some experience" her mother replied not really sure how she
should answer. The heat between her legs was turning into a throb as the
probability that her daughter was going to agree increased.

"I guess it's easier if someone else does it for you... they can see
better" the teen rationalized and extended the hand she was holding the
razor in toward her mother. `It's the seeing that scares me' Kathy thought
as she accepted the shaving implement.

"It'll be easier for me if you sit up on the counter sweetheart"
Kathyherine said; trying somewhat unsuccessfully to keep her voice level as
she placed one of the towels on the end of the vanity toward the
toilet. Janice pulled her legs over the edge of the tub and pivoted back
toward the room. Her mother was pulling her white blouse out of her black
skirt and proceeded to work the buttons. By the time the girl reached the
counter the older woman's top was off and she had begun working on the
fasteners of her skirt. "I don't want to get these all mucked up" Kathy
explained without being prompted. The skirt joined the blouse on the towel
rack as Janice hoisted her round little teenaged butt onto the counter.

The display of her mother's considerable charms in the lacy white bra and
panty set sent a jolt to the youngster's pussy. Janice had never seen the
thigh high stockings before and she found them very sexy. The silver grey
rayon with its intricate design in the elastic tops made her mom's legs
look spectacular. Missus Mackey sat on the closed toilet lid. Placing her
hands on the insides of her daughter's knees she applied some pressure and
said "Open up for me honey." Janice had a moment of déjà vu. The look on
her mother's face as her coochie was revealed spoke volumes. The teenager
could not separate the sexual surge from the feeling of power. The fourteen
year old had given up asking for anything but the essentials years ago. The
answer was always the same `no money for that'. However on a whim and given
the expression on her mom's face, Janice ventured "your stockings are so
beautiful... would you get me a pair?"

"Yeah... uh sure honey" the seated woman replied but sounded completely
distracted. Distracted was much too mild a word. Kathyherine was
enthralled, amazed, excited and extremely horny gazing at the virginal
labia that was so perfectly displayed less than two feet away. Janice was
thinking `I'm gonna need to remind her of that commitment.' Any
reservations Kathy had about the propriety of messing around with her own
daughter were being washed away by the waves of sexual arousal that were
coursing through her. It sort of occurred to the lewdly positioned girl
that this was the second nurturing female family member to be so close to
her naked girlhood that day. The thought was wiped out by the intense
sensation created when her mother started to rewet the soap that had begun
to dry up on the remains of her pubic hair.

Kathy's fingers bumped over her daughter's delicate labial folds and the
feeling in her finger tips made her own pussy twitch and tingle. She had
created enough lather to start shaving but she seemed to be unable to get
herself to stop stroking the pubescent vulva. Janice put her head back and
bit her lip to keep the moans from escaping, but she couldn't hold on
forever. Fortunately for her, her mother was thinking something similar;
`you can't keep rubbing her pussy like this... it's not right" she chased
herself. Unfortunately the next step didn't make things any easier. Mom
used her thumb above the hair line to stretch the skin on Jan's mons
taught. The result was that the teenager's iridescent pink miniature jelly
bean poked out of its hiding place. Kathy's eyes were drawn to the turgid
clit, even as she applied the razor to the skin a couple of inches above
it. "For fuck-sake Kathyherine pay attention!' she commanded herself. The
thought of a razor nick on your clit sent a shudder through the woman
seated on the closed toilet. The attentive mother did her best to
concentrate on the task and to steady her hand as she began the process of
removing the scissor stubble.

Janice couldn't consciously feel her clit. Hell a few hours ago she barely
knew it existed much less what it was called. She did know that the "needy"
feeling in her pussy that always seemed to be worse near the top of her
slit was getting intense. She had to concentrate on keeping her hips
still. They wanted so badly to move on their own and she was sure that
shifting while her mother was down there with a razor was a terrible
idea. Kathy was quite proud of herself for making several successive quick
sure strokes and wiping the cutting tool on the towel in between. In not
much more than a minute she had turned the auburn hair stubbled mons into a
bright pink hairless one.

At some point her mother had released the upward pressure on her vulva and
Janice felt a minor amount of relief. The fingers of the older woman's left
hand were still tugging her sensitive pussy flesh this way and that but
somehow it wasn't quite as unbearable as when she'd been pulling straight
up. "I'm gonna need you to lie back so I can get between the cheeks of you
bum" her mother announced. For some reason Janice found this more
embarrassing than the shaving of her coochie. Luckily the counter was long
enough for the teenager to lie back and raise her legs as encouraged by her
hairstylist. Kathyherine stood up and let her daughter's calves rest on her
shoulders, which caused the girl's pelvis to tilt way back. Smearing the
residual lather onto the inside of the teen's right buttock the standing
woman allowed her fingers to stray over the neat little puckered orifice
that had come into view. Janice was so shocked at how erotic this felt that
she was unable to stifle the groan that it caused. Smiling Kathyherine
pretended not to hear the vocalization and quickly removed the sparse hairs
that trailed to the back of the teenager's vulva. Moving to the other side
her mom took a little more time working the lather over the required
area. It wasn't any larger, nor was there anymore hair to deal with but it
was for all practical purposes were the final cutting strokes. The adult
fingers toyed with the teen's anus there was just no other excuse for the
extracurricular activity. Janice was sort of braced for the sensation this
time and it worked for a second or two. She was able to control her
reaction in the short term but after her mother's finger had entered her
tender back entrance by almost a quarter of an inch there was no way she
could keep the squeal inside.

"All done honey" Kathy announced breathlessly and she felt like some unseen
hand was striking velvet hammer blows on her womanhood. Her mother sat back
down and lifted her legs off her shoulders. Janice did not dare sit up at
that moment because her head was spinning out of control and she was afraid
if she sat up she'd fall right off the counter. Her pussy had gone from a
burn, to a throb, to a full blown ache which was even worse than the one
she'd had when missus Gordon was on the table in the salon. The teenager
just lay there not really moving. Her mother ground her pussy against the
hard plastic of the toilet cover feeling the wetness saturate her polyester
blend panties.

"We better put some cream on it or it's gonna get all burny and itchy"
Kathy managed to gasp out between spasms. Without getting up the older
woman pulled out a drawer in the vanity and located a bottle of
moisturizing cream.  Janice intuitively thought it might be her last best
chance so she said "Ya won't forget about the stockings... will ya mom?"
The thought did marginally get through to her mother before her fingers
began exploring the teenaged pudenda almost at will. The experienced
fingers massaging her swollen labia with the soothing cream soon became too
much for the inexperienced teen. Surges turned to explosions and before she
knew it she was trashing all over the bathroom vanity in the throws of an
intense orgasm.

Kathyherine Mackey had to swallow several times to prevent herself from
drooling. She was pretty sure she would not have been able to stop herself
from sucking her daughter's pussy were it not for all the soap and skin
cream mixed with the natural fluids. The perfumed scent detracted from the
natural feminine fragrance; and the flavor would be worse. She idlely
strummed the slightly declining clitoris as she contemplated what was
next. For the brief moment of her daughter's orgasm she had temporarily
forgotten about her own arousal. Now it came flooding back more exquisite
than before.

Janice's body was floating on a cloud in a tranquil sky but the physical
world had begun to intrude on her serenity. The counter top was hard and
cold. The teenager decided the discomfort had reached parity with her warm
afterglow so she dragged herself to a sitting position. The woman sitting
on the closed commode looked transfixed. Her large brown eyes seemed
unfocused as if some mental turmoil was sapping the portion of her brain
used for sight. There was a conflict of sorts going on in Kathyherine
Mackey's head. Part of her was so fucking horny that she was ready to hump
a rattlesnake. Challenging the limbic system in overdrive was the awareness
that what had just happened, what she had just done, had changed hers and
her daughter's relationship forever. It scared her.

"Mom you got moisturizer on your bra" the sound of Janice's voice shocked
her back to the present. Looking down at her chest, sure enough, there were
two or three oily looking marks on the white lace cups. "We've gotta rinse
them out or they're gonna stain" the teenager continued as she jumped down
from the vanity. When her mother didn't move the naked teenager took her by
the elbow and encouraged her to stand up. From behind the underwear clad
woman Janice began to unfasten the four hooks on the wide sturdy back
strap. The consequence of what she was doing, or rather undoing hit the
teen like a body blow. Her mother's D cup breasts sagged naturally down as
the support released. Jan took a hold of the shoulder straps and pushed
forward and down the cups peeled away from their heavy cargo and the girl
released the garment with her left hand allowing her to bring it around the
taller woman's body. Mother and daughter stood looking in the mirror above
the vanity counter. `Mom's got hooters!' the teenager recognized eyeing the
abundant fleshy orbs. The large pinky brown areolas perfectly centered on
each tit looked flat.

The girl had virtually forgotten why she had removed the bra in the first
place and was overcome with the desire to feel the newly exposed
treasures. She dropped the soiled underwear on the wet floor and reached
under the stunned looking woman's arms to cup their fullness. Janice was
amazed at the weight of the pliable flesh as her tiny hands lifted and
squeezed. A thunderbolt hot Kathy squarely between the legs when her
daughter's thumbs engaged her sensitive nipples. Her areolas instantly
puckered and crinkled and the center popped out like a red gumdrop. Still
enthralled by the soft mushy weight of her mother's tits Jan could not
believe the speed of the transformation.

"Oh fuck Janice don't" her mother groaned and covered her daughter's hands
with her own. Under her mom's clutching hands the teenager's thumbs
continued to tweak the rubbery pegs.

"Why not mom?" Janice sighed "You have such beautiful big breasts... why
can't I touch them?" Between Kathy's legs the throbbing got worse. She
turned to face her offspring to try to explain. By turning around the
little hands were displaced. Looking into her daughter's eyes missus Mackey
searched for words.

"Honey we can't... we shouldn't..." Kathyherine said almost tearfully. The
stressed expression on the older woman's face was in stark contrast to the
gleeful look Janice was wearing.

"It's OK mommy I want to" the teenager attested to her consent. "I want to
make you feel good like you did for me." Kathy opened her mouth to protest
but when the girl's lips fastened onto her protruding nipple and began to
suck the words disintegrated into an unintelligible moan. A rocket of pure
pleasure shot from her breast to her clit and her knees went weak. The
tingling crampy feeling inside her vagina intensified and she had to hold
on to something for fear of collapsing. She wound up with her fingers
tangled in her daughter's auburn tresses and against her conscience she
pulled the teenager's head tighter to her chest mashing the suckling face
into her fleshy pillow. One of the tiny hands slipped past the waist
elastic of her panties and the teenaged fingers began exploring the pulpy
wetness of her vulva. Shuddering like she was being electrocuted missus
Mackey lost all control.

"Oh my God... oh fuck..." she wailed. Janice pumped her arm up and down
fingering the spongy wetness inside her mother's panties. `I can't do a
good job like this... it's too awkward' the girl concluded. `And besides, I
want to taste it!' she pulled her hand out of the white lacy underpants and
sank to her knees. Looking down at her daughter Kathy felt her panties
being pulled over her butt and down her thighs. `She must have done this
before' she realized `When? With whom?' she wouldn't have been surprised at
the answer but the questions were going to have to wait for a more
appropriate time. Her womanhood was screaming and it no longer mattered to
the overwrought mother who serviced it; the need was urgent.

Once she had her mother sitting on the toilet lid again Janice slid her
hands up the insides of the seated woman's thighs. There was no need to
push them apart Kathy was spread and ready, watching her daughter's eyes
drink in her glistening womanhood. Her little hands were sliding over the
slippery feeling material of the coveted thigh highs. "Do you think I can
get these in beige?" the kneeling girl asked.

"Yes honey... they have lots of colors" Kathy responded in a very strained
voice. Her mons felt like it was humming. The high pitched tremor was
accompanied by a much lower pitched throb. Janice's hands regressed down
her mother's thighs back toward her knees, enjoying the feel of the nylon
like material.

"When do you think you can get them?" the teenager asked stroking slowly
and gently up and down. The bottom of the caress reached Kathy's knees and
the top just flirted with the intricate elastic design of the stocking
tops.

"Tomorrow honey... I'll get them tomorrow" at that moment she would have
bought the nymph the entire hosiery department if she'd just get on with
it. Janice was feeling smug. It wasn't a twenty dollar tip but it was
definitely something she couldn't have gotten before. She
felt... victorious.

All the time she'd been exploring the stockings with her hands she had been
exploring the mature vulva with her eyes. It didn't surprise her that her
mother's pubic hair had been reduced to a half inch wide stripe just above
her crease. The full pouting outer lips could not close because of the
tangle of darker flesh between them. The inner lips didn't so much protrude
as they folded in over each other. Her mom's pussy looked a lot more like
missus Gordon's that it did like Aunt Samantha's. The teenager was not able
to locate the all important clitoris, or really even see the hood. She was
recalling the sexual geography lesson so fresh in her mind. Her aunt had
showed her a lot of photographs of cunts but this was only the third one
she'd seen in real life; she didn't count her own. `They really are all a
little different' she concluded. `It has to be there... I guess I'm gonna
have to dig!' That thought nearly made her giggle.

It hadn't been much more than a minute since her daughter had stripped of
her panties and positioned her on the toilet lid, but for Kathyherine it
seemed like an eternity. When her offspring's tiny fingers finally began
separating her slippery folds an intense wave of heat washed over her. She
put her head back and began to hum "Mmmmm...."

The novice gynecologist, gently opening and separating the layers was
amazed at the color difference she encountered. The outer part of the inner
lips was dark, almost brown, but when she spread her mom's wings it was
just as pink as her aunt's. The more she pulled them open the deeper the
shade of pink. Soon she could see the opening, the entrance to the
vagina. It didn't occur to her that less than fifteen years ago she had
come into the world through this very passage. When she had fully unfurled
the spongy flesh Jan located her prize. It looked like a miniature
acorn. The protruding part was a little lighter shade than the collar
around it. The teenager was fascinated and immediately had to see if it was
as hard as it looked. As she applied the tip of her finger she thought
`they're about the same size.' The wail that came from the older woman
above her was almost frightening.

"Oh, oh, oh god" missus Mackey screamed as the tiny finger wiggled the most
sensitive part of her. A lightning storm started in her head. Flashes of
brilliant light now accompanied the heat waves that were continually
spreading from her knees to her breasts. She clutched her pendulous melons
and squeezed their fleshy weight while pulling and twisting on her erect
nipples. The stimulation of her tits joined the mind blowing sensations
shooting out of her clit and she felt like she was soaring above the
ground.

To Janice it looked like the orifice an inch or so below her manipulating
finger was opening and closing. The milky fluid that had been sort of
trickling out was now a steady stream. The fragrance was thrilling so she
dipped her tongue into the flow for a taste. She still had her finger on
the firm little acorn while she pushed her tongue into the flooded channel
as far as she could. Her mother's hips began to move up and down, making it
hard to stay centered. The quick learning student knew that the ultimate
moment was seconds away. Recalling he aunt's command at the same point
earlier that afternoon Janice wrapped her lips around the rigid bump she
had been fingering and began sucking.

The choreography was really quite amazing. When the explosion hit the
seated woman, her hips shot up and off the commode and she pitched forward
on to her knees. Somehow the flexible teen between her thighs managed to
twist with the violently thrusting pelvis. Janice swung her legs out from
under her butt and wound up lying on the tile floor with her orgasmic
mother straddling her head. It was an exhibition of body control that would
have made an Olympic gymnast proud. What was even more amazing was that the
teenager managed to stay fastened to the turgid bud between her sucking
lips.

Kathy was vaguely aware of the pain when her knees hit the unforgiving
hardness of the tile floor, but the pain was in the real world and she was
in another. The persistent girl continued her clit stimulation too long and
the older woman eventually had to pivot around and sit beside her prone
daughter. It didn't take the spent woman long to decide the floor was too
hard and cold. she helped her somewhat dazed looking young partner to her
feet and guided the naked teenager toward her bedroom.

About the time Katherine's bra had hit the floor the stove had begun its
chirping signal announcing that the casserole was ready. The power to her
oven cut off and the temperature began to slowly drop. Mom didn't know and
didn't care. She was hungry, but not for the chicken and rice
mixture. Their very late dinner was going to be even later.


Janice looks for ways to maximize earnings.