Date: Thu, 4 May 2017 22:46:52 -0400
From: Olivia Palmer <olivia.octavia.palmer@gmail.com>
Subject: The Nudists 5 (Ffg, inc, oral, anal, lac, hirs)

The Nudists 5
by Olivia Palmer

(Ffg, inc, oral, anal, lac, hirs)


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"So..." I fumbled to say it.  "Can I really...?"

"So yes, baby," Mommy purred, "you can get nakey with Annabeth today.  Just
keep it quiet!"

I did a silent little tippy-toe dance of joy, leaned back onto the bed and
kissed Mommy hard on the cheek, and traipsed away toward the door.

"I'll be out to get your cereal in a little bit," she softly called after
me.  "You two just go play and I'll call you when it's ready...."

I waved back over my shoulder and nodded, quietly closing the door behind
me.  Before entering the kitchen I'd already whipped off my Bad Company
t-shirt.  I did a nudie-dance sort of shimmy across the linoleum as I came
into Annabeth's line of sight.  Her eyes widened to see me naked and
smiling, shaking my little bumps at her.

"Guess what?!" I winked.  "We can be nudists here, too!  Come on!  Mommy's
going to get our cereal for us in a minute...."

Annabeth climbed heavily down off of the bar stool, and by the time her
feet hit the floor I'd lost my patience.  I grabbed at the hem of her silly
thin t-shirt, pulling it up, up, up!  Huffing in surprise, my friend
quickly raised her round, damp arms and let me yank and tug and finally
haul the sweat-stuck fabric off over her head.

Then I pressed my naked boobies against her.  She was slippery with sweat
all over!  I dropped our shirts on the floor.  I slid my nipples back and
forth across hers, and I stared down and watched as we each grew harder and
harder and harder, until it felt like little rocks were scraping me.

Annabeth's strong hands gripped my waist and drew my pelvis up against her
own.  My narrower, bonier hips fit perfectly inside the frame of her
softer, rounder, wider hips, but just a little higher up, more against her
pudgy belly.  I wrapped my long, slender arms around her shoulders and
looked away from the joining of our lower parts, up to see her looking at
me.  Up close.

She smiled.  It was this tiny, soft, sudden little thing.  I gasped and my
heart seemed to leap up into my throat.  Annabeth seemed almost as
surprised, because she blushed and ducked her chin.  She studied my boobies
intently and made a point of not looking back to catch my bright-as-the-sun
smile in return.

But I didn't care.  Annabeth had given me such a sweet and pretty gift!
Her cheeks dimpled so deeply, even with only that small smile, she looked
just like a cute round-faced doll.

A doll for me to play with!

I ducked my face down to hers.  I nuzzled her nose with mine.

She raised her face.  I closed my eyes.

We kissed.

Our mouths were already open.  Our tongues slid right inside, right away.

We kissed for a long, long time.  It was the longest kiss we'd ever had so
far.

I melted against Annabeth's damp, warm, soft skin.  She was so solid and so
strong!  So squeezable!  I could smell her sweaty, salty heat, and it made
my head feel light and my pussy so wet.

Her fingers drifted over my hips and roamed farther back, over the top of
my butt cheeks, then down, until she was cupping my bottom in both hands.
She spread my cheeks a little, then let go.  Then spread them again.  And
let go again.  Over and over as we kissed, she held my bottom open and then
let it close.  Air rushed over my butthole... then damp, close heat covered
it up.  Then my butthole was exposed again... then it was hidden.

It felt so naughty, and I loved it!

I growled a little into Annabeth's mouth and pressed my hips into her even
more.  I wound my hands up into her wet, curly hair and held her head
firmly as we kissed even harder.

And our kiss – that wonderful, long, deep, urgent, soulfull kiss –
went on and on and on....

Then Mommy cleared her throat, right behind me, and Annabeth jumped away
like we'd both been shocked.

We'd never made it to my room!

Mommy had seen me kissing a girl!

But my mommy was naked, grinning, and suddenly I felt better.  I glanced at
Annabeth and saw her eyes all hooded and her mouth hanging open, panting
for breath as she stared.  She raised a hand and dropped it casually.

"Hi," she said.  "I'm Annabeth."

My mommy nodded and her grin softened into more of a friendly smile.  "Hi,
Annabeth," she replied.  "I'm Sherry.  It's nice to meet you."

Mystified, breathless, and shaking a little, I just stood there.  My lips
felt almost bruised, and I could still feel the cool wet of my skin in the
air conditioning from where Annabeth and I had so abruptly peeled ourselves
apart.  I wasn't really able to do much of anything but climb up onto the
bar stool in front of me and wait for Annabeth to do the same.  Her huffing
and puffing to re-mount the stool was adorable.  My mommy must have thought
so, too.

"It's like a sport, isn't it?" she chirped.  "Climbing up onto those silly
things."

Annabeth finally reached the summit and settled in, exhaling triumphantly.
She folded her arms across one another on the bar and laid her forehead
down upon them, her face lost beneath her tumbling damp curls.

"Yeah," we heard her say in a muffled, matter-of-fact sort of way, "Stools
are sort of evil."

My mommy made a cute kind of "awwwww" sound and clucked her tongue in
mock-pity, which brought Annabeth up out of her impromptu hidey-hole with a
sort of half-scowl, half-grin on her face.

Clearly, Mommy and Annabeth were going to get along just fine!  My chest
began to pound like I was kissing again.  There was something going on.
Something I couldn't quite figure out, but my mommy knew.  She had eyes
like I'd never seen before, a look I'd never noticed.  She was watching
Annabeth pulling a face at her, and she was enjoying every silly moment of
it.

My little brother appeared around the corner then, bumping and rolling and
half-hopping his way into the kitchen in his noisy walker.  He softly
crashed into the back of my mommy's legs just as she was turning to get the
bowls and spoons.  Mommy made a playful "Ooops!" sound and bent for a
moment to kiss all over his smiling, crusty face.  Her round, high,
gorgeous ass split apart, and I could make out plainly the deep crinkly
dent of her butthole in the fluorescent light of the kitchen.  It was
framed with dark blonde hair that curled all up her crack.  I glanced over
at my friend, but Annabeth didn't take her eyes off my mommy's beautiful
body, not once.

When Mommy turned back around and began pouring Cheerios into the bowls, my
new best friend, in her typical, blunt way, pointed casually at my mommy's
belly, pussy, and legs, moving her short finger like she was drawing a
little circle around it all.

"Sherry, I like your hair," she said.  Then she raised her arm and pulled
proudly on her brown furry pits.  "I've got hairs all over, too.  It's
nice."

My mommy chuckled and shrugged, then nodded as Annabeth continued to play
with her pit hair as if waiting for a definitive confirmation.  Annabeth
finally stopped doing it and turned her attention instead to the clear
plastic jug of milk my mother was pouring slowly into one of the bowls.

"What kind of milk is that?" she asked, but I could tell she already knew.
Annabeth was not stupid.  Mommy's fat nipples had those little white
bubbles on them again, after all.

"It's mine," my mommy said simply, picking up the bowl of cereal and
passing it across to me, then handing me a spoon.  My pulse roared in my
ears as my pussy suddenly seemed to flood with fresh swollen pressure and a
large amount of leaky juice.  I held the spoon over the milk-soaked little
rings of golden oats, and I wondered if I could really eat it in front of
my friend.

But then my stomach rumbled and I dug in, raised the milk-dripping spoon to
my mouth, and took a bite.

Mmmm!  Delicious!

Annabeth and Mommy both watched me relish my first few mouthfuls.  It was
so sweet with the cereal, almost fruity in a weird way!  Then my mommy
looked shyly over at my friend and offered quietly, her voice barely more
than a whisper, "I've got plenty to spare, if you want some...."

"Yes!  Please!" Annabeth croaked, squirming her round soft butt against the
barstool and nodding eagerly.  She wore the most surprised, amazed, excited
kind of expression on her usually serious face.  I'd never seen her so
happy-looking, so girlie and silly-faced with enthusiasm.  A lump sort of
rose in my throat as I tried to swallow my latest mouthful of
ceareal-and-mommy-milk.

When Annabeth smiled, she was so beautiful.

Soon Mommy's plastic jug of milk was empty and Annabeth was tearing into
her own bowl of cereal.  For a while there was only silence, punctuated
from time to time by the soft crunches of our chewing, the clink of our
spoons in the bowls.  Mommy had picked my little brother up out of his
walker and was nursing him as she leaned against the counter next to the
fridge, her eyes hooded, watching us.  Her free nipple was drooling a thick
white stream of her milk down onto my little brother's soft, still body.
Neither seemed to notice.

Annabeth finished a full minute before me, tipping the bowl up at the end
and slurping every last drop of my mommy's juice down into her happy mouth.
With a smack of her lips and another sweet, breath-taking smile, she
plonked her bowl back down on the kitchen bar and said, "Thanks!  That was
great!"

Then she burped.

My mommy chuckled silently and nodded at her.  "Glad you liked it," she
told my friend.  "I hope you don't think that's too weird."

Annabeth had leaned back and was rubbing a hand absently over her round
pink tummy, while the other hand was tousling her short brown curls,
pulling them away from where they were sticking to her still-damp neck and
cheeks.  She shook her head back and forth, finishing with the fluff, and
suppressed another burp.

"No way, ma'am," she declared, picking the spoon back up from the bowl and
giving it one last lick.  "My momma nursed stupid Johnny until he was nine
and started poking his boner at her too much.  So we all got to have her
leftovers whenever he'd had his fill."

She pointed the spoon at the empty plastic container Mommy had set in the
sink.  "She used a pump bottle thing just like that."

Mommy blinked, but then she asked my friend, "Did your mother not nurse you
for that long, too?"

Annabeth flipped the spoon back into the bowl with a loud, high plink and
leaned back.  "Nah," she grumbled a little, shaking her head, "I was too
cranky and didn't settle down good enough with just her boobs.  She was
already mixing it with rice cereal and stuff when I was still his age."
She jabbed her chin in my little brother's direction, eying his mouth
around my mommy's fat nipple with undisguised envy.

Then she looked away and shrugged.  "Apparently I was on all the solid food
stuff really early.  But it was nice to get that extra milk when Johnny
came along."  She pushed the bowl a little farther away and jabbed her chin
at it, too.  "Got a lot of cereal that same way, back then."

Mommy chuckled again and shook her head to herself gently.  I wondered what
she was thinking.  Making best friends with a girl who spoke her mind
seemed to really be having as much of an effect on my mommy as it did on
me.  Mommy's chest was flushed, all the way up her neck, and she seemed to
have to intention of leaving our little naked conversation any time soon.

"'Course," Annabeth went on, suddenly staring hard at my mommy's free, fat,
drooling boob, "Me and Juliet also took turns on her.  You know.  Just like
Johnny."

She nodded to herself and glanced over at me, moving her mouth like she was
remembering exactly what it felt like, tasted like.  "That was really
nice," she murmured.

Mommy put my baby brother up on her shoulder then, patting his back gently
to knock free his sleepy little burps.  Her eyes danced from Annabeth to me
and back again.  Her mouth went a little crooked, up at one end.  Then,
just barely enough to notice, the tip of her tongue slid out and licked her
dry, full lips.  A moment later she stood up straight and stepped away from
the counter's edge.

"He's back asleep now," she whispered.  "I'll be right back.  Don't move."

We watched her glide smoothly away with my satisfied, slumbering little
brother, her round, perfect ass tick-tocking around the corner of the
kitchen and out of sight.  I took that opportunity to finish my
slightly-soggy cereal and gulp down the remainder of the bowl's sweet
remains as well.  Annabeth watched me closely the whole time, breathing
just a little heavily.  Like she did when she touched herself.  Like she
did when she let me touch her feet.

Then Mommy was back.  She cut straight past us through the kitchen, her
heavy round breasts swaying slowly, dripping milk as she went.  She padded
into the great room and spent a moment looking all around, her back to us,
one hand on her bare hip, one hand mussing her already-mussed blonde hair
all around.  We watched her from our bar stools, Annabeth's breathing as
heavy as ever.

For my part, I was hardly breathing at all.

Then my mommy climbed onto the sectional couch and turned over, leaning
back against the low cushions.  She crossed her ankles and wiggled her
long, pretty toes.  She was facing away from us so we could only barely
hear her as she called out.  She had to say it two more times before we
figured it out.

"Girls!" she hissed.  "Come over here!"

Annabeth grunted and climbed heavily but rapidly off her stool.  I sprang
down after her and followed close behind, almost bumping against her chubby
backside.  We rounded the end of the couch and turned to face my mommy, who
was holding her hands beneath her huge, hard, round breasts, offering them
up to us.

"Well," she whispered with a small, trembling smile, not looking either of
us in the eyes.  She was focused, instead, on our bodies.  Our little
titties.  Our pussies.  Our trembling, damp inner thighs.

"I still have a lot left," she muttered, "if you'd like to do it this
way...."

In an instant Annabeth was crawling up onto the couch, across the ottoman
that lay beneath Mommy's legs, and curling up against her naked side.  My
mommy raised her arm and let my friend nuzzle her face in close to her
fullest, leakiest breast.  For a moment Annabeth did nothing but stare and
sniff at the nipple, but then her mouth was on it, taking it deep against
her palate.

Her eyes closed.  She moaned softly in her throat.  One arm was pinned
beneath herself, but her free arm was draped across my mommy's trembling
tummy, her hand slowly stroking up and down the trail of light blonde hair
that ran from her belly button to the thicker forest at the top of her
mound.

Mommy dropped her head back onto the cushion and closed her eyes.  She
moaned, too.  Her arm draped around Annabeth's naked shoulder.  She laid
her hand on my friend's pudgy tummy, rubbing her in the same rhythm that
she was being rubbed.  Mommy's mouth hung slightly open.  The pulse in her
throat was easy to see, throbbing strongly, rapidly, hotly.

I stood at the end of the ottoman, my seeping, clenching little pussy just
an inch away from Mommy's bare toes.  I stared.  I tried to breathe.  I
watched the two of them for what felt like forever, even though it was
really just a few seconds, my chest gone all tight and loose somehow at the
same time.

My mommy finally raised her head a little, her bleary eyes finding mine.
She lifted her free hand away from her available breast, beckoning me to
come closer.  I found myself moving automatically, dizzily, onto the
ottoman, crawling past her knees, and settling my naked body against hers.
The skin of her leg and hip were cool where my lower body pressed against
her.  I reflexively threw my top leg across hers, my knee bent up against
her furry pussy, my own pussy peeled open and sliding sweetly up hard
against her long muscular thigh.

My face brushed against Mommy's boob.  It was so hot!

I closed my eyes and moved my lips over her bulging, tight skin, feeling
with my mouth for her nipple.  I could smell it long before I tasted it,
the sweet-sour musk of her old milk, dried on her skin, mixed with the new
milk steadily bubbling forth, mixed with, on top of all that, my little
brother's old saliva – and maybe my little sisters', too.  It was a
heady mix of scents, and I couldn't help but sniff all around her nipple
for a while, inhaling long and deep through my nose, mewling a little deep
in my throat.

Mommy cooed and patted the top of my head for a while, but then her hand
was more insistent, pushing my mouth onto her nipple.  As I relented and
finally wrapped my trembling lips around it, I realized my free hand had
begun squeezing her swollen boob, making the milk already start to squirt
into my mouth as soon as I was fully latched.

Her nipple was so fat and long, so rubbery and so sweet!  Sucked in gently
and set deep and high in my mouth, my tongue extended beneath it, her
nipple released its warm flow in steady spurts that ran straight up across
my palate and into my throat.  For the longest time I just let it flow,
squeezing my small hand around her enormous breast, suckling, swallowing.

I could hear Annabeth doing the same, her mouth sounding louder somehow,
like she was dealing with more milk than me, or maybe she was just more
enthusiastic.  It almost made me chuckle.  Of course Annabeth would be a
sloppy eater!  Her breathing came through her nose in ragged wheezes, and I
could feel her fingers still playing in my mommy's happy trail, tickling at
the top of my knee where it rested against her bushy mound.

Then I felt something different.  Something new.  Mommy's hand on me.  On
my bottom.

She rubbed my little round butt with her long, cool fingers, over and over.
After a while it was like a build-up of electricity or something, and my
body started to shudder all over to her touch.  I humped my dripping, open
pussy against her leg and began to angle myself so my sensitive little
button could feel a maximum of contact.  I began to feel like I was melting
down there.  My crotch was soaked.  I could have peed myself I was so wet!

Then, on the other side, with a sudden loud "smack!" I heard Annabeth pull
off Mommy's nipple.

"I like that," she rasped quietly, her throat sounding all bubbly and still
thick with milk, "your hand rubbing my bottom."

So my mommy was doing the same thing to both of us.  I felt a tiny hot stab
of jealousy lance through me, but almost just as quickly I felt a much
stronger thrill of excitement, naughtiness, and wonder.  My Mommy was lying
naked with me and my friend, rubbing our butts, nursing us just like little
babies!

"My momma used to do that," Annabeth went on, her throaty, husky voice
taking on a new tone, something more like what I'd heard in the bath tub,
in her grunts and huffs as we'd touched ourselves, as I'd licked her feet,
as we'd come together.

"Can you put your finger in my butt, too?" she asked.  "I liked it when
Momma did that, best of all."

Then Annabeth was back on Mommy's nipple, back to suckling and grunting
softly.  I felt my mommy shift a little, and then I heard a wet sort of
sound from her own mouth up above my head.  Then, another tiny shift, and
then... and then....

Annabeth moaned.  And moaned.  And moaned.

Her soft round knee was suddenly banging into mine as she threw her own leg
up over my mommy's thigh.  Her hand was frozen on my mommy's tummy.  Her
body was trembling all over, and all three of us began to rock to a very
slow, very subtle rhythm.  Soon, it was joined by the soft squelching
sounds of something I thought I knew.

For the next several minutes we just nursed and pulsed to that rhythm, and
I listened to Annabeth's steady moans and the quiet sounds of her wet tight
bottom being fingered by my silent, wonderful mother.

And then Mommy stopped rubbing my bottom.  Her hand – and her whole arm
– lifted off of me for a moment.  I felt cold and weird, and I stopped
my suckling to glance up at her face.

She had a finger in her mouth.  All the way in her mouth.  She was sucking
it, getting it wet.

I threw myself back on her breast with a new burst of energy and eagerness.
Her flow was a little weak, maybe, but I could still drink from her.  If I
kept squeezing her boob the right way, I could get even more out of the
little spurts from each suck.  So warm, so sweet, so perfect!

And then, like the best gift I'd ever been given, I felt Mommy's wet finger
slide into the crack of my round little butt.  I felt her fingertip wiggle
against my moist, tender butthole.  I felt her enter me.  My tightness gave
way.  My anus opened up.  Her long finger slid up inside my hole, hooking
up into me in the nicest, naughtiest sort of way.

And then I felt her fuck me.

Her finger pressed in, again and again, slick with spit, all the way to the
last knuckle.  Her other fingers cupped one butt cheek, and she crooked her
wrist a little and made sure she was buried as deep as she could get.

And she did me.  She fucked me.  She pulled her hand off my butt, pulled
her finger almost all the way back out of my hole, and then she slid it all
the way back in.

Slowly, steadily, deeply.  My mommy finger-fucked my ass.

And oh.  OH.  I caught fire!

Grinding, humping, hunching, banging my soaked little strawberry-furred
cunt against her thigh, pushing my ass back against her long slippery
finger, I came.

And came!

And came!!

On the other side of my mommy, her sweaty knee still knocking against mine,
I heard Annabeth grunt and shudder through her own intense moments of joy.

Then, with a last moan of pleasure from both of us, my mommy pulled her
finger out of our asses at the same time.  She went back to rubbing our
bottoms, sighing, snuggling us close.

At nearly the same time, we both pulled off her nipple and each of us
settled our faces against the side of her breast.  After a while I
stretched a little against her and turned my face to nuzzle into her
armpit, burying my nose in her dark blonde hairs, which were just a little
moist.

She smelled amazing, her scent a strong sexy animal's, I could hardly
believe I was snuffling up my mother's sweaty essence.  With my eyes closed
and my nose deep in her warm furry pit, it was easy to imagine her as a
lioness or momma bear, a beast woman raising me to wild ways.

Then, suddenly and without warning, I was overwhelmed with a powerful sense
of wicked, wanton silliness.  It threatened to bubble up and send me into
fits of giggles as I lay there, stunned by the intensity of my surprise, by
the hot flush of freedom and power that washed over me as I accepted the
pleasure of such a strong, forbidden joy.

Apparently Annabeth and Mommy felt the same way, because pretty soon we
were all laughing quietly together, sliding our legs against everybody
else's legs, and letting our fingers tickle all the naughtiest places.

Eventually, though, we all had to take a breath.

That's when my mommy hugged us tightly to her, sighing again as we settled
back down.

And for a while all three of us slept.

* * *

I awoke to a small sound and a slight rocking, bumping motion.

My mommy was moaning quietly.  Her arm was still tight and warm around me,
hugging me close, my face still half-buried in her musky, moist armpit.  My
leg was still over her thigh, but my knee had slid lower down and I
couldn't sense her other leg or where her pussy was at all.

For a moment everything was quiet and still, and I drifted back off, just a
tiny little bit.

And then I heard it again.  Mommy's moan.

And something else.

Something wet.

I raised up on my elbow and looked at my mommy's face.  Her head was thrown
back on the low cushion of the couch, and her eyes were squeezed shut, her
mouth hanging open, panting.  The pulse in her throat was hammering harder
than ever.

Then I realized I didn't see Annabeth.

And in an instant I knew where she was.

The wet sound happened again, and I turned my head.

There was my new best friend, tucked between my mommy's widespread thighs.
There was Annabeth, with her mouth moving up and down on my mommy's pussy.
Blonde pubic hair, wet with Mommy's excitement, was sticking to Annabeth's
cheeks and forehead as she moved her mouth all around.  Her entire face was
slick with pussy juice, and her eyes were rolled back beneath half-closed,
wet eyelids.

My knee was an inch away from touching Annabeth's side, but I hadn't known
she was down there at all until I'd heard the noises and felt that strange
little movement!

A jolt of pure anxiety – of sadness, of loss, of worry, of insecurity,
of inadequacy, of everything a silly eleven year-old kid could possibly
manage to feel weird about – seemed to rip straight up through me like a
cold, dull knife.  Right up through my heart.

My friend was licking my mommy's pussy, and my mommy was loving it!  Should
I have been doing that for my mommy all along?  Was that a daughter's job
and I just never knew it?

Then Mommy moaned again, and I turned back to watch her.

Mommy's chest and neck and face were flushed.  Her lips were dry and a
little crusty in the corners.  Her mussy thick blonde hair tumbled around
her head like a cloud.  Her long, light eyelashes fluttered as her eyelids
squeezed tightly shut.  Her nostrils flared on either side of her pretty
nose.

My mommy was so beautiful.

I suddenly realized how much I loved her.  I realized how happy Annabeth
was making her.  And the cold grip on my heart melted away.  My stomach
unclenched.

Mommy was happy and having fun.  That mattered more than anything.

I reached out and rubbed my palm across my mommy's fat, stiff nipple.

Her moan became a groan.  She clutched me hard against her and arched her
back.

I kept rubbing her nipple.  Then I moved my palm to the other one.  Then
back.  And forth.

Mommy began to shake.

Annabeth's hands came up to my mommy's pussy and spread her lips apart.
She moved her mouth up near the top, to where I knew Mommy's tender button
would be.  Her lips locked around it, and I could tell that her tongue was
doing something amazing.

My mommy raised her butt up off the ottoman, knocking my leg off her thigh,
digging her heels into the cushion.  Her free hand clutched a fistful of
Annabeth's brown curls and pulled hard.

"Oh!  Fuck!" Mommy gasped in a strangled, desperate whisper.  "Don't stop!"

By then my fingers were busy on the far nipple, while my mouth was on the
one closest to me, but I wasn't sucking for milk.  I was locked on it like
Annabeth was with my mommy's button.  I had the nipple pinned between my
lips, with my tongue flicking over it like lightning, back and forth and
then side to side, as rapidly and as hard as I could.

Mommy groaned and shuddered all over.  Her butt came up even higher.  I
could feel Annabeth holding on, staying with her, grunting and moaning
softly as her mouth stayed glued to my mommy's pussy.

"Ungghhhh!" Mommy groaned, "Unnnggghhhhhh!!!"

With a sudden, choking cough, Annabeth came off my mommy's pussy.  Her
mouth was wide open as she spluttered and tried to keep her face close to
Mommy's hunching crotch, as my mommy released my friend's hair and began to
frantically, furiously rub her button herself, raising her butt even
higher!

"OH!" Mommy suddenly gasped.  "Oh FUCK!  Here it comes!"

Still working my mouth and tongue on her nipple, my face was turned just
enough to see her hand down there, flying up and down on her slit, and then
in an instant a thick long jet of watery-looking piss shot out of my mommy
and blasted Annabeth right in the face!

And then it happened again!  And again!  And again!  And again!

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!" Mommy mewled and squirmed and shook as the juice
sprayed out of her.  "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh fffffuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk!"

Finally my mommy stopped fucking her pussy at the air right in front of
Annabeth's face.  Her hand fell heavily down beside her hip as her butt
came back down to rest on the couch once again.  I stopped playing with her
nipples and stared in wonder at my friend.

Annabeth's face and hair were completely drenched, and so were her boobies
and her shoulders and her back.  She looked like she'd just taken a shower.
And I guess she had!

"Wow," Annabeth muttered, wiping at her eyes, trying to see.  "You piddled
all over me."

My mommy was still breathing hard, her head rolled to the side, her eyes
closed.  But she lifted her hand and wagged a finger in Annabeth's
direction.

"Not piddle, baby," Mommy rasped between breaths.  "Smell it.  Is that pee
smell to you?"

Annabeth didn't raise her arm to her nose or even wipe some of the juice
off her face and hold it to her nostrils.  Nope.  Not Annabeth.  She leaned
down and stuck her face back into my mommy's open, sopping wet pussy!

After spending a little while snuffling around, snorting a little, then
raising up slightly and licking – even taking Mommy's pussy lips in her
mouth and sucking and slurping! – my friend finally came up with a
frown.  My mommy, who'd begun to shake a little bit and softly moan,
settled herself once again and managed a weak chuckle.

"Not pee," she muttered.

Annabeth nodded, still scowling.  "Nope," she agreed.  "It isn't piddle at
all."

Then she looked up at my mommy's pretty, exhausted face and smiled that
small, sweet, precious smile of hers.  Oh, those dimples!

"It tastes delicious," Annabeth admitted, blushing from her forehead all
the way down to her puffy little boobs.  "I love it!"

And it was back.  The fist of ice around my heart, twisting my stomach into
a cold, hard knot.

I wanted to taste Mommy's juice!  I wanted to lick her!  I wanted to be the
one to make her cry out like that!  I wanted to be covered in wet and
smiling up from between her long, gorgeous thigh!  I wanted!  I wanted!!  I
wanted!!!

My entire naked body popped out with sweat all over, and I shivered from a
sudden chilly surge of the worst ache of horniness I'd ever known in my
life.  I realized how sensitive and slippery and desperate for touching my
pussy had become.  I'd awakened and found my friend with her mouth on my
mommy's pussy, and now the world had changed yet again!  I wanted something
I never knew I could have, that I didn't even know was possible, something
so amazing, so precious, and so perfect....

Mommy must have sensed something, because just then she pulled me closer to
her, hugging me tight against her side.  She pulled my face down to her
neck and I couldn't help but nuzzle her there and kiss her salty skin,
still damp and warm, the pulse still strong beneath my searching lips.

"Don't worry, little monkey," my mommy whispered to me.  I could feel her
voice deep in her throat, her chest, a vibration going straight to my brain
and my heart and my pussy.  I felt warm all over, as if her voice was all I
needed to calm my fears and come back to reality, to her loving embrace and
her soft, long hand running through my own mussy hair.

"I'll let you do that, too," she breathed.  "If you want... if you think
you'd like it...."

I nodded softly into her neck, and then hot, sudden tears began to flow out
of my tightly shut eyes.  I nodded and kissed her neck and humped my little
pussy against her hip.  I wanted.  I didn't have to think about it.  I
knew.  I wanted.  And I would like it.  Love it.  And do it a lot!

Then I felt Annabeth moving away, off the ottoman.  At the same time, one
of the twins began crying on the other side of the house.  Then the other.
Then my brother joined in, of course.

Mommy sighed.  So did I!

I rolled away from my mommy as she let go of me.  The sudden peeling apart
of our naked, sweaty skin sent a rush of shivery goosebumps prickling all
over my sensitive, exposed flesh.  Annabeth stared hard at my slender,
quivering body as I wobbled unsteadily to my feet, then we both reached out
and helped my mommy get off the couch.

Mommy patted my head and smiled shyly, cupping my chin for a moment before
she padded off to take care of her infant masters.  As I watched her walk
away – admiring her amazing, round, high ass and luscious curving hips,
her long firm legs, her strong back and wild, blonde hair – I couldn't
help but wonder if I really would ever get another chance to do what
Annabeth had just done.  If my mommy really would remember what she'd
offered.  If she'd lie naked with me.  Spread her legs for me.  Give
herself to me.

And, could I really dare to even imagine it?  Would she want to lick and
suck and play with my little pussy too?

As Mommy passed through the kitchen and out of sight, I shivered all over
again.  I ran a hand down to my pussy and slid just one finger between my
needy, aching lips.  My hips bucked away at first, the touch was too
intense.  But then I made myself settle.  I gently scraped my finger up
through my oozing, hot slit, and I made my hips accept it.

I made myself shake.  All over.

Then Annabeth's firm, large hand slipped into mine.  It was hot.  Sticky.
She squeezed my fingers and pulled me around gently to face her.

"Uh, Marlie?" she muttered, her serious face a serious mess of wet.  "Can I
take a bath?"

I blinked.  Shrugged.  Nodded.  I kept my other hand – with its busy,
busy, busy finger – still down at my crotch.

Annabeth frowned, then pulled me close.  Our noses touched.  I could smell
my mommy's pussy on her.  Everywhere.  It surrounded us in a cloud of
musky, sweet perfume.

"I mean," she whispered, her husky voice low, her eyes hungry, "with you."

We kissed.  And kissed.

It was our second-longest kiss of the day.

And then I let her lick my finger.

After that, I took her to my bathroom.

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My stories so far on Nifty:
lesbian/young-friends/the-nudists
lesbian/urination/called-to-the-hall
lesbian/urination/alpha-annie
transgender/college/geek-girlfriend