Mothers and Daughters Ch. 14

This is the 14^th in a series of chapters about Melissa, a young woman who brings her boyfriend home to meet her family at their remote Eastern Oregon ranch and learns that while she has been away at college her father, Luke, and Mother, Lisa, have adopted a swinging lifestyle. Melissa and her boyfriend, Jamie have joined right in with her parents liberated style. It will be helpful to have read the prior chapters.

The sun was barely up and Lisa and her daughter, Melissa, were back in the pick-up hurtling north on Highway 95 headed back to Boise. Their plan for a Serving Wenches dinner for Jamie and Luke had hit a small snag. The trashy soccer mom outfits they had worn to the debauchery at the Rev's place a few days earlier(short plaid skirts, white blouses, lacy undergarments and killer, red, stiletto heels) had all been left at Luke and Lisa's Boise home. The men insisted that the serving dresses need to be authentic, so nothing would do but for Lisa and Melissa to make a run to Boise and back.

Neither woman was that put out about it, as the three hour drive would give them time to further discuss the revelations of Grandma Louise's salacious diary. Melissa was driving with the plan that Lisa would read the next entry aloud as they drove.

"I can't believe we're doing this Mom. Six hours of driving over and back just to pick up a couple of tawdry costumes Jamie and my father are fixated on so we can serve them dinner tonight."

"Yeah, but this way we have left them with the chore of fixing the dinner tonight. All we have to do is serve it and look trashy."

Melissa laughed. "Yes, and then they'll fuck us silly."

"That is the point of it, daughter."

"Couldn't we get to the same place if we just served dinner naked?"

"Oh no. No, not at all. You need to understand the effect of these trashy outfits. The whole point of wearing these admittedly silly looking clothes is that when the guys see us dressed like sluts it will get them so revved up that by the time we finish dinner we will almost have to fight them off. Trashy clothing works much better than nudity. Especially when, like today, they will have all day to think about it."

Melissa chuckled. "Just like us."

"That's true darl'n. Nothing better to spend your time daydreaming about during a long, dull drive through the desert than sex."

"But for now, since you're driving, I want to read us another entry from Grandma Louise's diary," Lisa continued.

"Sure. Fine," Melissa responded. "As far as trashy goes, Grandma leaves us in the dust. In the last entry you read to me she was masturbating while she watched her husband, Grandpa James, fucking the family's nanny after he had tied the nanny up and spanked her. Talk about kinky."

Lisa smiled. "Let's not be too harsh on Grandma dear. She wasn't much beyond what we were doing at the Rev's place last week. Maybe less."

Melissa laughed. "True. Actually the really interesting part was learning that Grandpa James, who she thought was asexual, was really a perv who got his rocks off dominating their nanny."

"Well wait until you hear the next entry. As you may remember, when Louise got back to her room and finished masturbating herself to another climax or two she decided she was going to seduce the nanny. She hadn't decide what to do about James, other than she didn't want to divorce him. She liked her current life style with its sexual liberation and the presence of James to manage the assets that paid for it."

"So have you read the next entry Mom?"

"No. I assume this next entry is about seducing the nanny, but I haven't read it. We are going to hear it together for the first time."

"What has my world come to?" Melissa said. "Driving to Boise and back to pick up trashy soccer mom outfits while my Mother reads me porn written by my Grandmother. This is not the summer I expected when Jamie and I first headed out here."

Lisa laughed. "No, I 'spose not. Welcome to my world daughter." With that, she opened an aging notebook and began to read:

"Dear Diary:

"It was nearing ten o'clock when I awakened. The image of Hubby James fucking the Carmelita's plump ass, her hands roughly bound behind her back, was still burned into my memory. But I had a plan to deal with their transgressions and I was not really troubled. Actually I have to admit standing there masturbating while I watched the two of them was one of the most erotic experiences I've ever had.

"I was naked beneath the light robe I wore as I walked downstairs to make myself some breakfast. At this hour I expected that James would have gone off to work, the Kid to school, and Carmelita to where ever it is she goes in the mornings. I didn't expect anyone to be in the house at this hour in the morning on a week day, so I was more than a little surprised to find Carmelita sitting at our kitchen table, smoking a cigarette, and drinking coffee. Like me she was wearing a loose fitting robe.

" 'Carmelita,' I said. 'I didn't expect to find you here.'

" 'Yes, I'm usually not here at this hour,' she replied in her Spanish accented English. 'Once Louise goes off to school I go out. But I didn't expect you to find me and Senior James last night, so this morning I thought we should talk. Please pour yourself a coffee and sit down.'

"She certainly didn't sound very contrite about fucking my husband. 'Yes, I suppose we should,' I replied as I poured myself a coffee. I could feel my naked boobs swinging beneath my lightweight robe as I walked across the kitchen to take a seat opposite Carmelita. Her eyes were fixed, not on my eyes, but on my jiggling breasts. Perhaps it was not going to be difficult to carry out my plan to seduce her.

" 'So are you going to fire me now?' she asked.

" 'No.' I paused for a long moment. 'For all I care you can keep fucking him.'

"She looked back at me in silence. I sat and stared into her eyes as I took a long sip of my coffee. Who was going to speak first? No need to play that game I thought.

" 'So,' I said. 'Last night was interesting. Very interesting.'

" 'Yes,' she agreed. 'At first I thought you would fire me . . . You know for fucking your husband, . . . but then I saw that you were . . . how do I say it . . . entertained. And now you tell me again you aren't going to fire me.'

"I set my coffee down and leaned forward, my weight resting on my elbows on the table. I knew that leaning forward like that way made my robe billow open so she could see a lot of my tits. Her eyes were drawn away from my face to my large soft breasts. That was just the reaction I had hoped for. I was exposing myself to her and she was interested. 'Yes,' I said. 'I guess you could say I was entertained.' There were other words I could think of as I thought back on the experience, ranging from surprised, to shocked, to incredibly turned on. Jealous wasn't one of them, however. 'It also looked to me that you were finding my husband to be entertaining,' I continued.

" 'Oh yes, he is always entertaining.'

" 'So the two of you've done that before?' I asked.

" 'Si. It is a regular thing when you go out at night.'

" 'Hmmm. And he always ties you up like that?'

" 'Yes.'

" 'And you like that—being tied up and spanked like that?'

" 'It's okay, but I think it is more important to James. He just doesn't get . . . I guess the word is 'aroused.' He doesn't get a hardon without it. But for me? It's his big hard cock that I like the most.' She paused. 'But you would know about that too, wouldn't you?'

" 'Not really. James and I don't . . . I didn't think he did it with anyone, but . . . I guess I was wrong.'

" 'So you and Senior James don't . . .?'

" 'No, we don't. We don't fuck.' I said.

" 'And you like girls?' she asked. As she spoke she released the sash on her robe and pushed it aside so her big tits were almost fully exposed. I licked my lips.

" 'Sometimes, yes.' I released the sash on my robe and leaned back in the chair pushing the robe aside so I was effectively naked above the table top. 'But that's not the reason James and I don't. As soon as the Kid was born he told me he didn't want to, and I should get any sex I needed elsewhere.'

" 'Meirde,' she swore. 'The man is a fool. You are a beautiful woman . . . and passionate too. I could tell that as I watched you last night. It was very hot watching you get yourself off.'

There was a long silence. I couldn't resist staring at her tits, now fully exposed.

" 'So you liked that, eh? Was it better than fucking my husband?'

" 'Yes, but fucking your husband was part of it. Sitting on his big cock and bringing myself to climax while you did the same thing with your fingers and we watched each other. Very hot,' she said 'Truly, he almost didn't matter, except for his big cock filling up my cunt. His cock was good, but the real sex was the two of us watching each other as we got off. That part was so hot.' She was fondling her tits now.

" 'Do you like girls?' I asked, changing the subject away from Hubby James and his big cock.

" 'Oh yes,' she said. 'That's why my first husband divorced me.'

" 'Because he learned you were having sex with a woman?'

"She smiled. 'It was actually more than one. I was very free with my love then. But he only found me with one. That was enough and you know, I didn't really care. I was having too much fun with others and he just wasn't that good in bed.'

" 'So you were a slut, then?'

"Carmelita shrugged and smiled. She was rubbing her nipples which were large and dark against her brown flesh. I was almost as horny as I had been the night before.

" 'Are you still a slut?'

"Carmelita smiled and shrugged again. 'You saw me last night.'

" 'Yes, I did. But to be honest with you I'm in no position to be a critic. I've taken James up on his suggestion I find my sex elsewhere and I have . . . a lot of elsewheres.'

" 'You know,' Carmelita said. 'We have all morning and no one is around. What shall we do with it?'

" 'Fuck?' I said.

" 'Si,' she responded, her voice low, as she stood and let the robe fall from her shoulders. She was completely naked beneath the robe.

" 'Come here and sit on the table,' I said, patting the table top before me. She walked around the table and seated herself on the table in front of me, her legs spread on either side of me. I put my hands on her fleshy thighs and stroked them softly and slowly, rising ever higher towards her sex. She had a dark, thick bush, which was gleaming with her juices. When my fingers reached it I let one hand slide up her slit, barely touching the flesh and lightly grazing her clit. She gasped. I palmed her mound pressing down firmly on it while I reached up with the other hand and begin to fondle one and then the other of her tits. She was leaning forward a hand on my shoulder so her breasts were hanging down from her chest.

" 'Oh that's nice,' she said. 'But you need to pinch them. Pinch my nipples so it hurts.'

" 'You like a little pain, don't you?' I said. I grabbed one of her swollen dark nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it sharply as I pulled it away from her tit.

" 'Eiiiiigh,' she screamed in response. 'But you know,' she gasped. 'You saw me last night, didn't you?' She took a deep breath as I continued to twist her nipple, 'Ooh, yes.'

" 'When James was spanking me?' she gasped trying to continue with her question as my abuse carried on. I pushed harder with my palm on her mound and she groaned. 'Si. Yes, Oh yes.' Then she took a deep breath as I let up a bit on her nipple and her mound.

"I said nothing in response. I sat up straighter and leaned forward so her tits were hanging in front of my face. I used a hand to guide a nipple to my mouth and I began to suckle on it. Oh, yes, I thought. This is want I wanted to do to these tits while I watched James fucking her last night. I brought both hands up and began fondling each of her big boobs as I moved my suckling lips from one teat to the other. I really don't believe I'm gay, I thought, but oh how I love playing with another woman's boobs, especially a big soft pair like these.

"This went on for ten minutes before Carmelita finally pushed me back. 'Perhaps we should go someplace more comfortable,' she said.

" 'Mmmm, yes. Perhaps my bedroom,' I suggested.

" 'Si.'

" 'Follow me,' I said as I rose from the chair. Walking towards the door from the kitchen, I let my robe fall off my shoulders to the floor. As I walked naked up the stairs, I could sense Carmelita behind me, watching my ass swing from side to side. When we reached my bedroom, I pushed the still unmade blankets to the side and lay naked on my hip, my head resting on a hand atop a bent elbow. I patted the mattress in a request for Carmelita to join me. She stared lustfully at me in silence before joining me so we were lying side by side, our legs entwined and our mouths engaged in a long soft sensuous kiss. A light sheet covered us. We lay like that for a long time, our tongues exploring and each of us with a thigh pushing softly on the others mound. I could feel Carmelita' sexual juices slicking my thigh at the point of contact. We moved just enough so that with our breasts mashed against each other, were able to drag our nipples against the other's soft flesh.

"Neither of us seemed in any rush, so our kissing went on for minutes, not hours, but many minutes, slowly augmented by groping hands. Carmelita had both hands on my ass pulling me towards her so my thigh rubbed more firmly against her mound. I had slid my hands between us and was using them to rub her engorged nipples. When I pinched one between a thumb and forefinger, she moaned. Yes, she liked a little pain.

"I broke the kiss and began to nibble softly with my lips, no teeth, not yet, on her ear lobes, her neck just below her ears, and then on that oh so sensitive spot for every woman where the flesh of her throat cups just above her collar bone before it blends into her chest. Carmelita let her head fall back so my mouth had ready access to her neck and throat, her eyes closed, as she mumbled in Spanish, obscenities I had no understanding of.

"She rolled to her back and pushed my head down across her chest wanting my lips and tongue to continue their work on her breasts and nipples. Her legs were spread widely now, her knees bent and lying to the side. I was on my knees, but I still had one thigh putting pressure on her mound as I leaned forward and made love to her tits. 'Oh so fucking good,' she said, followed by a string of Spanish and the words, 'Don't stop.'

"I continued to suck on her tits, but I moved my knees back so I could replace my thigh with my hand, at first just replicating my knee's pressure on her mound, but soon using my fingers to spread her dark fleshy lips and stroke the sensitive pink flesh behind them. Her moans became louder and she began to buck her hips against the pressure of my hand. She was dripping wet.

"I moved again, so I was sitting on my haunches between her obscenely spread legs and looking at her. She had propped a pillow behind her head so she could watch me. My fingers were dripping from the fluids that coated her sex. I raised one of them to my lips and sucked it into my mouth working it like it was a small cock. I pulled it out with a pop and smiled at her. 'You are very aroused,' I said, 'and very sweet.' As I spoke I could feel my own fluids dripping from my cunt and leaving a damp spot on the bed.

" 'Oh fuck yes. This is so nice, but will you make me cum? I want to cum,' she begged.

" 'Don't be in a hurry,' I said. 'We have all morning and early afternoon before the Kid gets home.' As I spoke I slid two fingers into her and she gasped in response. I twisted my fingers about in her slippery cunt feeling until I found her G-spot which I pressed hard. She swore in Spanish in response, but instead of finishing her off quickly, I began to use my fingers, three now, to fuck her with a regular steady rhythm, while I sat back on my haunches and watched her throw her head from side to side as she moaned and played with her own tits.

"It was so fucking erotic to watch her as she lost control. All she wanted was to cum. 'Oh you bitch,' she swore. 'Make me cum. Don't just fuck with me like that. Make me cum.' But I didn't want to. Not yet. She had been fucking my husband and she needed to suffer a little.

" ' Not yet Carmelita. Not yet.' I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her squishy cunt against the bucking of her hips. 'You were a bad girl last night. Fucking my husband while I watched.' I reached up and pinched a nipple hard. She screamed and used her hand to hold mine in place. Yes, she did like a little pain.

"She groaned when I pulled my hand away from her nipple. When she reached for her clit I swatted her hand away. 'Not yet, Carmelita.' I kept fucking her with my fingers for at least another ten minutes letting her get close to the climax she craved and backing off just barely in time to prevent it, again and again. She was sweating now, massaging her big soft tits and pulling hard on her engorged nipples as she desperately tried to end my torture.

"When I finally took pity on her, I reached forward with my free hand and just flicked her clit, sharply with my fingernail. It had to hurt, but that brief moment of sharp pain administered to her most sensitive part was all it took to push her off the edge. Her whole body went rigid and I could feel the muscles in her cunt trying to crush my fingers. Her screams could be heard throughout the blessedly still empty house. It was a long, powerful orgasm.

"Carmelita lay back gasping as I sat on my haunches watching her, my fingers still passively occupying her cunt. I wasn't done with her. Before she could recover, I leaned forward and began licking her dripping pussy. I knew she would be sensitive from her climax so my licks were long and slow and I stopped just before I reached her clit with each stroke. My fingers remained still, passively filling a bit of her cunt, a reminder of what more they could be, should I choose to use them.

" 'Oh no. No not yet. I'm not ready she groaned. It's too soon.' I could feel her head trashing back and forth. It shook the bed. She had her hands in my hair and was trying to push my head away, but being on my knees I had the power to resist. Her groans of 'No not yet,' soon became cries of, 'Oh fuck, yes. yes. yes. That's so fucking good. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Whatever you do you bitch, please don't stop.' Her hands moved from pushing my head away to pulling my face into her in fear that I would stop.