About a week or so after I had put the moves on my mom I found myself home alone for an evening. She was just gone for the evening at some sort of function, but my dad was away on business and wouldn't be back for several days. I don't remember where any of the other kids were. It's not important right now, the takeaway here is that they weren't there, I was home alone. I was still expected to be in bed asleep by 9:30, although mom wouldn't be home for another hour after that. This provided a lot of privacy to masturbate at my leisure, so I decided to take my time and do it up right. I looked through my dad's porn stash again and found quite a gem starring one of the actresses from the movie that got me started months earlier. The one who looks almost exactly like a slightly older version of my cousin Susan.
The movie was called "Voyeur of Solace." Up to this point I've been calling the actress not Susan. But now I'll use the name the liner notes use for her, Kitty Squirter. Susan was just a few weeks away from turning 18, and my best guess is that Kitty was 19 or 20.
There was a little bit of a story. Kitty used a two-way mirror to watch another girl get it on with a guy who kind of looked like Daniel Craig. After watching them for a little while she slipped out of her clothes and played with herself. Just as she was about to orgasm they caught her. They "punished" her with a paddle and a belt and then made her go down on first the girl and then the guy. Then Kitty went down on the girl again while the guy fucked her from behind. She finally got to cum and I got to see how she got her name. She squirted pussy juice clear across the room. So hot! Early in the movie Kitty was naked, spreadeagled in a recliner, watching them in the two-way mirror just before she started touching herself. This led to several minutes of just her on the screen fondling her tits and fingering her pussy.
I'm rather proud of myself for exercising enough self-control that I had watched the entire movie and wasn't touching myself yet. I went back to where Kitty was spreadeagled. I put that scene on a loop, from when we first see Kitty naked to just before she gets caught. I watched Kitty masturbating over and over and then started playing with myself. There I was, naked in the living room, sitting on the floor just a couple feet from the TV while I played with myself to a video of a girl who looked like my cousin playing with herself. My pussy was so hot and wet I was making a big puddle on the floor. Panting and loudly moaning, I was about to cum at any moment.
I was genuinely shocked when I realized someone had walked into the house and saw me like that. I remembered after the fact that I had heard something about Susan wanting to borrow something from my parents and she might be stopping in for it. I had completely forgotten. Well, maybe not completely. I think maybe on some level part of me wanted to get caught.
I just about jumped out of my skin when I heard Susan yell from behind me, "Missy! What are you doing?" As I turned to look at her she said, "Is that me? How did you get me on there? What are you doing?"
I'm sure she knew what I was doing. It was fairly obvious. All I could think of to say was, "It's not you. It's one of my dad's DVDs. It's some actress who calls herself Kitty Squirter."
Susan looked so sexy with that cross look on her face. She was wearing a thin tank top you could see her bra through, Daisy Dukes, and sneakers with no socks. Nothing but leg from her hips down to her ankles. Her angry scolding as she walked closer to me just turned me on more. "You're a bad girl, Melissa!"
I was more-or-less just staring at my cousin's sexy legs as I said, "What? Are you going to spank me?" Susan had seen me being spanked many times right there in the living room. She also had been spanked at least a couple of times by each of my parents. She knew how my mom would do it. She would sit on the ottoman, rather than a living room chair, so there would not be any chair arms to get in the way. She decided to do the same.
As she snatched me up from the floor, sat on the ottoman, and put me over her knee she said, "Remember this was your idea! I'm sure it will do you some good at that!" She started delivering solid smacks to my bottom. She wasn't spanking as hard as she could yet, but close to it. She clearly believed it was hard enough to hurt me, but all it did was keep my arousal level high. Well, that and serve as the start of a good warm-up. As she spanked me she scolded, "Don't play with yourself! It's a sin! Porn is a sin! Sneaking into your dad's private stuff is a sin! And to touch yourself to a girl?" Now it was at full force. "NO! NO! NO! Don't think about girls that way! BAD!"
It was a strange disconnect, hearing Susan scold like that at the same time as Kitty's sexual moaning. Somehow they didn't detract from each-other in my mind, each one was simply a turn-on in its own right. I squirmed around a bit on her knee, my sopping wet pussy spreading its juice all over her thigh. I was moaning in pleasure.
Susan stood me up and put my feet on the floor. "You actually like that?" She took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen. "I'll give you something you won't like!" She slid a chair out from the table. She was angry enough that she overdid it and the chair ended up right by the sink. Some wooden spoons were hanging on the wall by the sink. She selected a slotted one, sat in the chair, and flipped me back over her knee. She proceeded to spank me with the spoon.
Moaning and crying at the same time, I wiggled and squirmed some. She used her other leg to pin my legs in place, held me down, and spanked me as hard as she could. With my hip rubbing against her crotch I could feel her pussy getting wet. Yeah, she was also getting aroused. It must run in the family. No need to care about that. I just lie there and enjoyed the spanking.
She snapped, "Stop enjoying this! It's supposed to be a punishment!"
"Then you should spank me harder." She was already spanking me as hard as she could, but she found a way. Being this close to the sink she was able simply to reach over and get the spoon wet. Then she spanked me some more. I was crying but I said, "Harder!" She just kept spanking me. I said, "Please, spank me harder!"
She pushed me off her knee onto the floor. "What is wrong with you! You're some kind of sick freak!" My eyes were immediately drawn to the considerable wet spot on the front of her shorts. I rubbed her thighs as I stood up and moved my face closer to hers. "Missy, what are you doing? Don't."
In spite of her words she did not attempt to move away from me or to hold me back as I moved in and kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back. After a couple of seconds she parted her lips slightly and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I slid onto her lap and we made out with me straddling her. I had my arms wrapped around her neck and shoulders and she rubbed my back. I nibbled on her bottom lip a little and then just pulled back and smiled at her.
Her voice was full of arousal as she said, "I told you no, young lady. This is wrong. You have to stop." I started kissing her neck. Her pleasurable moans belied her words. "Missy, no. Don't do that."
I slid my hands up under her tank top and she helped me take it off of her. My lips were moving back and forth from her neck to her collarbone while my hands worked on the mechanics of her bra. She helped me slip that off of her as well. I could feel her legs shift and move under me as I started on her beautiful breasts. She was kicking her shoes off. I slid my hands on down and started to take off her shorts. She assisted in that also.
Then I slid my hands back up to her full, firm tits. I loved the sounds of her panting and moaning as I examined her boobs with my hands, lips, and tongue.
I made my way down her voluptuous body, giving attention to every subtle curve. Her underpants were soaked in her juices by the time I made it down that far. I slid them off of her and knelt in front of her. I ran my fingertips over her thighs and grazed her pussy. Looking up at her beautiful face and sexy naked body. Trying to convey a sense of "May I?" with my facial expression.
She put her hands on the back of my head and pushed my face in toward her pussy, saying, "Don't stop now, baby!" Was this really happening? Susan was basically ordering me to eat her out. She didn't have to tell me twice, I plunged my tongue into her pussy. She wrapped her sexy legs around my neck and shoulders and pulled my hair a little. She arched her back. Her moans grew louder and louder. "Oh, baby! I love it! Don't stop sweetheart! Oh HONEY! OH BABY! OOOHH! OOOOHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! GGGAAAAWWWWWHHHHHHDDDDDDD!"
After bringing my cousin to orgasm I sat on her lap and made out with her some more. She started with her hand on my knee and was slowly moving it up my thigh. Inching ever closer to my pussy, she was going to finger me. I thought about my mom. Tonight might be the night that I finally get her pussy. But not if I've already cum. If I do get my mom's pussy it will be right after she has spanked me, like I came close to the week before. I knew enough to know that one of her spankings would be more than I could bear if I had already cum. It would have to be when I'm as aroused as I was the last time to get similar results.
The thought of my cousin's tongue in my pussy turned me on almost as much as my tongue in her pussy, and her fingers would be the next best thing. As much as I wanted it, it would still have to wait. I took Susan's hand in my hand and said, "Not now." She just gave me a shocked look. So I added, "I don't want to get off yet. I just wanted to get you off."
She actually seemed a little insulted and hurt. "You made me feel good. Don't you want me to make you feel good?"
I kissed her tenderly and said, "I feel great! I have my reasons for not wanting to get off right now. But the next time for sure! Maybe I'll be a little taller by then and we can 69."
"You really are just a naughty girl, aren't you?" She looked over at the far wall where the clock was. "Oh shit! I gotta get going!" Another quick kiss and I got off her lap and she picked up her underpants. She held them at arm's length and just looked at them. "I don't want to put these wet things back on!"
I took them from her hand and sniffed them. "I'll keep them for now. You can get them back whenever you want."
Skipping the underpants, Susan quickly got dressed. When I started back out toward the living room I could hear the DVD. I had to chuckle at its still looping the same part. Susan got whatever it was she had come over for and took off like a bat out of hell. I hid my cousin's underpants in my room, much as I had done with my mom's.
I set on the couch and watched the DVD from beginning to end again. I wanted to keep my arousal level sky-high to be ready for my mom. My tiny tits barely poked out from my chest, with the nipples hard enough to cut glass. I just played with them, not letting my hands drift further south. By the time the DVD was over it was a little after 10. Just right. I restarted it. The scene in the living room was pretty-much already staged. All I had to do was act like I was asleep when she came through the door; it would look like I was just playing with myself watching porn and fell asleep.
Mom came through the door already angry. "What are you doing ..." At this point she noticed what I was watching. "What are you WATCHING?"
I acted like I was just waking up and groggy. "What? Oh, you're home early." I looked at the TV and did an intentionally bad job of acting shocked. "What the crap is that?"
"Don't act like you don't know! Where did you get it?"
I could have told her the truth. She probably wouldn't have believed me anyway. But then she might want to see the drawer with the false bottom for herself and it would turn into a whole big thing. I gave her a non-answer that would move things along. "I ... I ... I'm afraid I can't tell you. It's a secret. I thought it was just a parody of James Bond! I didn't know it was ..." I gestured toward the TV.
It's safe to say I pissed her off more with that. "Do you really expect me to buy that, young lady!"
"You don't have to buy it. I'm just borrowing it."
I always especially liked this particular skirt my mom was wearing that evening. It was loose-fitting, cut just above the knee, and it had a belt. A leather belt, not fabric, and thicker than what one would expect a belt on a skirt to be. She looked sexier in that skirt than in most. And watching her take the belt off was exceptionally titillating. Her angry voice made my clit quiver. "Turn that off!"
I quickly did as I was told and said, "I'm sorry, mom." She hiked up her skirt and sat on the ottoman, wrapping the belt around her hand and leaving just enough hanging off the end to go across my bottom. I stood up, put my hands over my backside, and started to back away, saying, "Please don't ..."
"Get over here now, young lady!" I was about to bend over her knee when she said, "Wait a moment." Her right hand had the belt wrapped around it. She used her left hand to touch my ass. Not just touch it, more of a sensuous caress. "Your butt is already a little bruised. How did that happen?"
"Susan was here, and I ..." I was close to telling her the whole story. I paused here and came up with a satisfactory end to that sentence. "... got mouthy with her."
My mom squeezed and fondled my rear, clearly enjoying it. She said, "She did this to you just for getting a little mouthy?"
I was thoroughly enjoying her groping me this way. I deserve an Oscar for the job I did in sounding contrite and embarrassed, rather than aroused. "It wasn't just a little. I don't know what got into me. If anything, I got off easy." As soon as I had said that I thought, "Actually SHE got off pretty easy." I suppressed the chuckle that gave me and just looked down like I was ashamed.
"Well, I'm not going to let you off easy. Bend over."
I bent over my mom's knee. She pinned me in place and proceeded to whip me as hard and as fast as she could. It was so exhilarating! I used what little freedom of motion I had to wriggle and squirm, loudly moaning in pleasure.
Unlike my cousin, my mom was not phased by my obviously enjoying being spanked by her. She just kept on doing it, scolding and lecturing me as she whipped me hard. I tried so hard not to cry. She must have given me at least a good 40 licks of her belt before I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I teared up but was still making no sounds but pleasurable moans so far. A little sniffle got out, then a louder one. I continued to fight against crying but it was to no avail. Sniffling gave way to sobbing. Mom continued to lecture and scold me and to whip my naughty backside with all her considerable strength. By the time she set down the belt and let me loose I was howling and screaming.
She let me lie there over her knee for a minute or so, wailing at the top of my lungs. She gently, tenderly rubbed my back and caressed my bruised backside. In a calm, soothing tone she said, "That's right, Missy. Let it out. You were very bad tonight. You needed to be punished, and I gave you everything you deserved. I know it hurts. It's supposed to hurt. That's what happens to little girls who don't behave." Then she guided me to my feet and gave me a handkerchief. Once I had cleaned my face as best I could she hugged me tightly. "OK, baby, now it's off to bed with you." She kissed me tenderly on the cheek.
Huh. Isn't this almost exactly what she had done the week before, but a little more erotic this time? I turned and kissed her on the lips. A real romantic kiss. Sure enough she kissed me back. This time, rather than take the initiative and slip my mother the tongue I took a cue from my cousin. I parted my lips a little, inviting her to initiate tongue. She wasted no time in doing so. By this time she was caressing my butt again.
She did start to back away. Once she was off the ottoman she simply moved to the couch and gave me a come-hither look. She said, "You're such a bad girl." I proceeded to kiss my mom's neck and open her blouse. She didn't help but didn't try to stop me either. Moaning in pleasure, she said, "No, Missy. That's wrong." I went back to kissing her on the mouth as I removed her blouse and set to work on her bra. Once her bra was off I went back to her neck, working my way down to those big beautiful breasts.
They were just as I had imagined them. Not completely firm, as Susan's were, but droopy either. They sagged just a little. And I loved it! I spent the better part of an hour just enjoying those beautiful tits. Probing them over and over with my hands, lips, and tongue. Massaging, kissing, licking, sucking. Moaning loudly in ecstasy, she said, "Stop that right now, young lady. I'll whip you again. You better stop." I believed the tone of her voice and the encouragement her body was giving me over her words.
And it's not like I wouldn't enjoy getting the belt from her again. But I was on a mission for something else. Her nipples were every bit as hard as mine. She put her hands on my shoulders and was nudging me down her beautiful body even as her words told me to stop.
I took off her skirt and shoes. My mom's underpants were soaked in her juices even more than my cousin's had been. As I took them off of her she tried to sound stern but her arousal was obvious. "This is your last chance, Melissa! I'm going to take my belt to you again!" I started kissing her pussy. At first I was just kissing the labia with my lips. Then I took to nibbling on the lips of her pussy, savoring the flavor of her juices.
My mother was telling me "no," "stop," "we can't do this," even as she wrapped her legs around my neck and pushed my face into her crotch. I looked up at her sexy, enticing body and started eating her delicious pussy. Listening to her panting and moaning. In rapturous moans she was saying, "Stop! No! Don't!" She kept saying "no," stretching it out longer each time.
I looked up at her beautiful face. We locked eyes. The look on her face made it obvious she couldn't believe how good it felt. She loved my tongue in her pussy as much as I did.
My mom arched her back, writhing in ecstasy from my eating her pussy. Now in fervent, euphoric screams she kept saying "NO!" in longer and longer stretches. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed, "OOOOOHHHHHH! GGGGGGGAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDD! YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Her body went limp. I slid back up to her face and we made out some more. She said, "That was great, Missy! Your father hasn't touched me in over a year. And he never did THAT!"
Really? How could he sleep in the same bed with such a gorgeous woman, who was clearly hungry for sexual gratification, and not have sex with her? How could he not want to eat her wonderful pussy? Is he gay? I thought about his DVDs. No, he clearly likes girls. It seemed strange to me for a man to watch lesbian porn. But he clearly likes girls. But girls are just girls. He has this mature, voluptuous woman and doesn't seem to want her. I can't even say he doesn't know what he's missing. They had to have had sex at least 4 times, as there were 4 of us kids. I have at this point had sex with her once and it was the most incredible experience of my life! A short life so far I realize. But really. How could he not be hitting that every chance he gets? All of this was going through the back of my mind as I made out with her some more.
Then my mom said, "I really should return the favor!"
I got on my back and spread my legs, saying, "Please do!" She was clearly trying to copy my actions, working her way down my body as I had hers. I had nothing to compare it to at the time but I think I can safely say now she did a good job of it. Among loud rapturous moans I was saying, "Is this how I made you feel? No wonder you liked it! OH yeah!" She made it down to my hip and the little patch between it and my pussy. "I LOVE IT! OOHH YES! OOOHHHH! THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOOOOD!" My mom started in on my pussy and it just blew my mind! When she stuck her tongue in it I think I started speaking in tongues. Now it was my turn to call out to god in a screaming orgasm.
After just a little more kissing I passed out from sheer exhaustion. The only other time I had been up so late was New Year's Eve. Of course, the late hour paled in comparison to the fact that I had my first and my second pussy that night and got mine ate for the first time.
The entire dynamic of my family changed that night. A lot more hot action was still to come in the next few weeks, continuing for a decade.
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