Chapter 3: Learning from Mom

Maggie was moving to press her lips to Darla’s cunt when Mom said. “Bunco!” The dice on her table showed three ones. Maggie groaned at the word and backed from the pussy. Molly, too, groaned letting Virginia go. Her pants didn’t end as quickly, neither did the desire for her clit to be licked.

“Come on Sarah, just one more minute.” Molly pleaded

Maggie chimed in, “Please I have this hot little slut ready.”

“Nope.” Mom said unequivocally. “Now back away from those pussies you hussies.” Virginia crawled back from between Molly’s thighs, getting back in her seat. Maggie sat back in her chair looking disappointed, staring at Darla’s cunt, which was still next to her chair. Darla seemed unable to move. Her hands lingered on her face covering her eyes. “Darla, honey sit down, for a minute. We have to figure out who belongs to whom.”

Mom’s statement was strange. “Who belongs to whom,” isn’t used in everyday conversation. But none of the women sitting around the tables said anything about it. Everyone but Mom, Jenny, and Darla picked up their shot glass and downed another one and a half ounces of tequila. Darla picked the shot glass in front of her once she noticed the rest of the women were looking at her. She threw back the liquid like a pro, while the slips of paper with the scores were passed to Mom. She went over them quickly then said, “Jenny and I stay on the top. Emma Jenkins and Sophia move up to our table, Amelinda and Amanda go to the middle table with Maggie and Molly. Kate and Veruca go to the last table with Virginia and Darla.”

All the women got up but none put their clothes back on. Mom leaned into Jenny talking quietly. Jenny nodded and whispered back, but not before she kissed on mom’s neck, and ran her hand over her breast. Many of the other women were doing the same thing while milling about. Mom cleared her throat getting the women’s attention. “First the next game will begin in thirty minutes, in the meantime you know the rules. Lowers are to do as their higher’s command. In that vein, I am taking Darla this go-round. If I get done Jenny wants her next. So whores do what you will but be back in thirty, all the rooms are open. And if you forgot something you want, on the curio is my box. Just clean of anything after you use it.”

Ms. Silber spoke up, jokingly, “Does that include lowers?”

“Them too,” Jenny answered for Mom.

Mom reached out to take Darla by the hand. The touch on Darla’s hand caused a reflexive pull back like she was bitten by a snake. Mom again reached out and took the girl by the hand, not letting her pull it away. She led the terrified girl to the ottoman. Mom had to put her hands on the petite teen’s shoulders, guiding her down to the cushioned seat, where Darla sat naked. The other women, too, were guided about the house. Women of higher status in the game took the hands of lower status women leading them throughout the house. While Mom was sitting Darla down, Ms. Silber was on the kitchen table with her legs spread telling Molly she must lick and tongue fuck her pussy. And where Darla had been physically forced to sit, Molly had put the back of Amelinda’s knees on her shoulders willingly. She dove into the slick pussy with butterfly wings, tongue first.

All about mom and Darla were other naked couples engaged in oral sex or in Ms. Jenkins’s case running a large dildo up Ms. Johnson’s sodden pussy. It wasn’t only couples. Ms. Green was straddling Ms. Hagan’s head gyrating her cunt on the expecting mouth. The whole time her face was being ground on, Ms. Hagan’s clit was being nibbled and sucked on.

Sitting next to Darla, Mom said, “You know you’re the belle of the ball.”

“What?” Darla asked, looking about at the debauchery going on all around her.

“All the women here want to be with you.” Mom said stroking the girl’s cheek before kissing her on the lips.

Darla had turned her head into the gentle stroking, but she pulled back from the kiss looking shocked and scared, “It doesn’t look like it, thank God. I’m not like this.”

“Like what?” Mom asked, again kissing the reluctant girl’s lips not letting her escape, but keeping it short and soft. After breaking the kiss she said, “A girl that likes to be kissed.” Mom kissed her again holding the kiss a little longer. Her hand ran along the girl’s spine, again inquiring, “You liked it when William kissed you like this, didn’t you?” She kissed her again, this time she kept her lips moving on the lips, I’d enjoyed not a month earlier. A bit of a move back was noticeable but not completed as it looked like Mom had tried to slip her tongue between the teen’s sealed lips. Mom’s hands stroked the bare skin of the naked girl and her persistence paid off. I could see Darla had succumbed. She hadn’t only let in my mom’s tongue but had hers dancing in unison with it.

After a minute Darla shot backward. Her upper chest and neck turned a bright crimson, “Oh I shouldn’t...” she stammered. “I shouldn’t have liked that. It’s not right. Girls aren’t supposed to like kissing girls.”

Mom continued the strokes on the slight torso of her hesitant partner. A lingering placement of her lips under the curve of Darla’s jawbone had the recipient close her eyes and move toward the touch. With the volume at its maximum and equalizers taking out most of the background sounds. The sounds of other women gasps and grunts as their cunts were assaulted by eager tongues. Between that, I heard Mom say into the petite ear of her consort, “But it feels good. It’s just lips, boy or girl why does it matter? It’s just a way to show you, you’re cared for and desired. Isn’t it good to be desired, and made to feel good?”

“Oh, it does feel so good.” Darla breathlessly said like she was talking to herself. Mom took advantage of the moment and again placed her lips on the teens. I could see mom had her under her spell as their tongues danced and light almost purring sound, I was familiar with came, from Darla. Even Darla’s hands had finally moved from her lap, as she hugged my mom to her. Their nipples mashed together, and Darla froze for an instant after she pulled my mom’s mature body to her nubile one. Their breast rubbed together as they moved and swayed as hands stroked the fine coverings of the other’s ribcage.

I guess with one hurdle down mom moved on to the next. Her hands that had been innocuously stroking bared skin, slid around running up the outside of Darla’s barely present breast. For a second time, Darla froze, before backing up panting, “Oh, what are you doing? Oh God, what am I doing?” the question was almost rhetorical. “You feel so good, and you are making me feel so hot. My whole body is on fire.”

Mom’s hands didn’t leave the breasts they were on. Darla’s attempt to brush them away from her mammaries was weak and went nowhere. Mom continued stroking the petite mounds with their hard pointed nipples pointing at her. “Yes I know I’m hot inside also. My nipples are burning. Aren’t yours burning too?” I could see Darla’s small nod, which Mom must have picked up on too. “You know when I rub them when they burn like this. It makes them feel better.” Her fingers lightly traced the outside of the hard nubs before grazing them with her fingertips. She repeated this over and over as Darla’s panting became more frequent and shallow. Mom frenched the girl keeping any comments or objections at bay.

The lips of the two separated for a second and Mom asked, “Better now?”

Half gasping and pleading Darla only said, “More.”

Mom got a bit of the look when she knew she had outsmarted Marci or me. The look crossed her face in a flash. “Let’s try this instead.” She quickly lowered her lips to the points on Darla’s chest. She encapsulated the organ quickly between her wetted lips.

Darla’s eyes flew open and she gasped, as Mom let more of the small breast fill her mouth. She kept the not fully developed organ between her lips as Darla implored “Ah ... mmm ... oh please stop ... no ... no ... no it can’t be so good. I can’t ... I can’t ... You can’t make me feel so good.”

Letting the breast slide from her mouth, Mom brushed her lips over the flushed skin as it left her cavity. Darla’s breast was exposed to the cool air. Goosebumps rapidly covered the dampened area of her breast, followed by the rest of her body as she shivered. “Do you like it when boys do this to you? Put out the burning of your nipples and breast with their mouths?”

I was not overly surprised when she answered, “Only William has kissed my breast.” I was taken aback when she added, “and your mouth is making me desire something naughty just like his did.”

“Mmm yes my William can make you feel naughty.” Mom said. “I know I am a bad mom for saying it. When he suckled on my breast he could make me feel so wonderful. I remember those days and I wanted to do it the same way for you. Close your eyes and let me show you again how well I learned.” I was pretty sure what I’d just heard was a complete lie, only intended to break down Darla’s objection. Lips again met and Darla’s eyes did close. I guess it was her tacit approval for Mom’s repeated taking of her breast between her lips. Which came shortly thereafter. Her lips worked their way down the graceful neck of my former girlfriend, staying at her collar bone nibbling on it for a few seconds. I was shocked and awed watching my mom, the bible thumper, toying with an innocent like a cat playing with a chipmunk. It is predetermined the chipmunk is going to be eaten, it is just a matter of how long the cat wants to play.

In little time Mom had Darla’s second breast enveloped in her mouth. The petite mound was almost completely gone from view as Mom was surely swiping her tongue over the girl’s nipple and circling her areolas. When the gasps and heaves of her small chest pull part of the breast from mom’s cavity, she did as she had to the first one. She had it slide from her mouth. Mom had kissed her way across the wide and mostly nonexistent cleavage. At the other tit, Darla grabbed a handful of hair and directed the cause of her pleasure to her nipple.

From what I could see Darla was further down the road to orgasming than I’d ever been able to get her. And Mom must have seen something in her partner’s actions she could exploit. She began doing it by saying, “You know boy’s nipples burn like ours. And like you, I understand they prefer gentle sucking to soothe them. Did you help William out with this?”

Gasping for air, beet-faced, she’d a look of shame and concern in her eyes. I can’t be sure of what it was over. But, I think she was worried if she told her former boyfriend’s mom the truth it wouldn’t be good for her, and the lips that had made her feel so good would stop. Because the truth was she hadn’t soothed the boy’s painful nipples when they had gone out. “No ... no ma’am I didn’t know. Oh please don’t be mad.”

“Oh, honey I’m not mad.” The sugar sweetness of her voice would’ve prevented a sugar cube from melting in her mouth. “But if you want to help your next boyfriend, whether that be William or someone else you should learn how to do it.” Mom kissed the girl’s lips sweetly making her statement look like one of looking out for Darla’s best interest.

“Will you teach me?” Darla solicited. When I heard this in my headphones, I knew Mom had put the naïve girl in the position she wanted.

“Yes.” Mom answered rapidly. “Take my breast and remember what made you feel so good, and do it to me.”

“But ... You’re a woman.” Darla’s pleasure-filled spell was breaking. Mom put a quick end to the pretty brunette reverting back to earlier objections on moral grounds. She rapidly took the petite breast again in between her lips. This time I could see her lightly pull on the hard nipple making Darla gasp in pleasure. It had plastered over her objections for the time being.

“Yes, but just as I can make you feel like you did when you were with William, I can be his stand-in now. My nipples react as his would. Show me how you would make him feel better.” Again she kissed the trainee and ran her tongue over the girl’s red lips. Backing away giving Darla room to get to her breast she encouraged the girl, “It’s ok, you can try. It won’t hurt me.”

The sweet mouth of my Ex attached itself to my mom’s tit. Mom moaned a bit as the inexperienced girl kissed and ran her lips up and down the curve of her breast. She suckled on the nipple as I must’ve as a baby. Mom reacted with her fingers traveling through the girl’s brunette locks. Mom finally instructed Darla, “Oh yes ... lick my nipple ... Mmm yes, flick it with your tongue. Ah god yes, like that stoke it with your hot little tongue. Hell yes ... you’re making me so wet.” Darla hadn’t noticed the error in mom’s statement. If she was truly playing me she should’ve said: “so hard.” And I was rock hard watching my mom and Ex-girlfriend make out and grope each other’s tits. Their licking and sucking of nipples had the pre-cum flowing from the end of my piss slit.

I, again, was pounding away on my cock watching Mom and Darla alternating sucking each other’s tits. Though, Darla was much more hesitant about giving than receiving. She required convincing every time, both through manipulation and physical stimulation of her own tits. I don’t know where Mom developed her technique, but it was flawless. Darla kissed, sucked, and licked mom’s tits anytime she was led to it. Besides being erotic as all shit watching the two groping and sucking each other’s breast, it was a great training seminar. I would have to keep this video and not only beat off to it but study it.

The next part of the seminar, mom didn’t realize she was putting on, was how to get your finger wet in an overflowing pussy. Mom had Darla moaning all the while sucking on her tit. For a third-time mom pushed Darla’s progression to whatever end she’d in mind. While Mom had one hard teen nipple between her teeth flicking it with her tongue, she slithered a hand across the tummy of her unwitting plaything. Her fingers entered the curly hair above Darla’s slit. She didn’t stop there. I saw her hand go down between the toned thighs, which slammed shut. “What ... What are you doing?”

“Just like your nipples, I was going to help put out the fire in your pussy.” Mom said between kissing the young girl’s pointed nipple and pouty lips.

“Oh please, don’t touch me there.” She was plainly pained saying it. But she looked even less comfortable saying, “If you start I won’t be able to stop you. And no one has ever touched me there.”

Mom’s hand wiggled within the clamped thighs, “You’re so wet and hot. You’ve never had a boy, not even William run his fingers through your bush or along your damp pussy slit.” I couldn’t figure out why Mom would’ve thought I’d done so. We’d only gone out for a couple of months. I got my answer, “When I was in high school, William’s daddy had his fingers stroking my pussy on our second date. And I wasn’t nearly as hot as you are right now.”

“Oh, your finger is ... You shouldn’t be between ... Oh god, no ... not there.” Darla was having trouble completing her thoughts.

“Does that feel better than when you do it?” Mom was moving her hand about between Darla’s thighs a bit easier.

“Ah Gawd, it’s so intense. My stomach feels wrong ... Oh, Jesus my legs I can’t control my legs. They won’t stop shaking.” Darla was right her thighs had opened up giving mom’s hand full access to her cunt, and I don’t think Darla had even realized it. “Oh please stop ... It’s evil ... Aww shit not there ... I don’t touch there ... No one has ever touched me there.” She repeated herself.

Mom pushed my Ex flat across the ottoman, “Lay back, I’ve done this before. And if you let me be. You’ll see you like it.”

On a dime, Darla’s tune changed, “Yes ... Mmm yes, rub there. Oh god, yes harder, please harder ... Augh.” With her eyes closed tight, Darla’s whole body constricted as her hips thrust up at the hand on her pussy. Her grunts and hollered, “Oh Jesus! Ahh, Oh God, my pussy.” gathered the attention of the other women in the room, despite their own building to or recovering from climaxes. Mom’s hand went in tight fast circles at the top of Darla’s slit, as her pussy lips were swollen and red beneath the brunette curls covering them.

Mom unceremoniously dropped to her knees between the shaking widened legs. Darla rolled side to side moaning. Mom’s hands went to her rigid little numbs pointing at the ceiling crushing them between her thumbs and forefingers. Like a leech Mom, quickly attached her lips to the bloated pussy lips. Pussy honey had started to flow from the fleshy folds. Darla’s eyes flew open the instant lips hit her hot swollen flesh. “No god no, this is not right! Argh.” Her legs snapped shut as if she wanted the head between her legs away from her cunt. Mom didn’t move either because she didn’t want to or the tight squeezing of her head by the quaking thighs prevented it. “Tongue ... your tongue is stretching me ... Oh God in heaven ... In ... God, it’s in me ... Yes ... yes in further.” She shrieked between gasp. “Mmm higher ... Higher, lick my clit ... Gawd yes ... your tongue...” One hand left her tit and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Mom up. She didn’t let go once the lips on her were where she wanted. Instead, she pressed hard on the back of mom’s head.

Darla continued flopping around on the ottoman like a fish out of water, wailing and crying out as mom continued between her legs. The slurps of the girl’s copious juices continued to echo in my headphones for over five minutes. It ended when Darla ceased her spastic movements and she lay still panting and moaning. Mom glided up the spent lithe body, her tongue and lips dragging along the succulent and perspiring skin. Lying flat, Mom mashed her naked tits against the flushed firmed breast which heaved gasped. Mom, again, plied her lips to Darla’s while she huffed and purred. The older aggressor’s oral cavity, tongue, and lips still contained remnants of the orgasmic fluid she’d drank down. Again, she gave the previously innocent girl a first, letting the spit mixed cum into Darla’s hungry mouth.

Darla suspended her kissing for a second, likely getting used to the new flavor on her taste buds. Adjusted to the new flavor, she attacked its source. She sucked and licked the residue from Mom’s lips and chin with the zeal of a child with a lollipop. For her part Mom let the teen’s hyper-sexual desires run their course. She stayed calm stroking the sides of the nubile torso while her face was basically being licked clean of virgin pussy cum. Gradually, the kissing and licking and manic groping of Mom’s firm round ass slowed and stopped. Darla was the first to speak, “My god that was so intense. So that is what orgasming feels like?”

Mom asked her own question in return, “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

“Oh no ... I couldn’t let a boy touch me there. I shouldn’t have let you. It’s evil but it felt too good to stop. I started to once but the knotting in my stomach reminded me, it was a sin. And the preacher said I would burn in hell for it.” Darla explained fairly clearly.

“You taste wonderful, all that virgin cum.” Mom said like she was reliving the taste. “So honestly no one has ever even felt your glorious pussy, including yourself? I thought for sure William would’ve.” To herself more than to Darla she said, “You truly are one cherry.”

“William tried when he was sucking on my titties,” Darla said almost like she was defending me. She didn’t realize, she’d just told my mom I hadn’t just kissed her tits but had sucked on them. “He said he wanted to do that and more, though he never said what more was. I assumed it was oral sex.” A blank look came over her face as she mentioned oral sex. “Oh God, I’ve had sex ... I engaged in oral sex.”

“No my dear, you haven’t engaged in oral sex, yet.” Mom informed her. The ‘yet’ seemed to go right past Darla. “You have received oral sex, I imagine that was what William wanted to do with you.”

“Well I told him once we were married he could suck my titties all he wanted. Now I think letting him play with my pussy would’ve been nice,” Darla said stroking mom’s round butt cheek.

“So you liked that?” mom asked. Even, I knew what her answer would be.

“Mmm, yes you can do that to me any time.” Darla said reflexively.

“But I thought it was evil,” Mom taunted.

“It is,” she said blushing, “and I just know I am going to hell.”

“You really think so?” Mom asked like she was trying to understand the girl better.

“Yes, it felt so fantastic, I want to do it again and again. And I don’t think I will be able to resist the urge when it comes again. Which is sinful.” She, then said, “And the urges have come a lot since William kissed and sucked my nipples.”

“I bet they have.” Mom commiserated. “You know boys get those urges too.”

“Yes, that is why William was always trying to get into my pants.” She evidently no longer felt the need to defend my actions. “But he said he doesn’t want to marry me, so I stopped him.”

“And if he tried today?” Mom asked, which I found strange. “And all he wanted was for you to feel that intense feeling again.”

“Does he do that for you? Make you feel that intense pleasure in your pussy. “ She asked inquisitively, not sounding like she understood she was asking about incest. “If he does then definitely.”

“No dear, he doesn’t.” Mom didn’t inform her of how taboo it was. It was like she was trying to avoid mentioning it was considered immoral. Then she said something I couldn’t believe and wrote off as just manipulation of my mostly naive and innocent Ex. “You know you could show me ... Show me what you think you’d like him to do with you. I could then make sure he knows what you’d like.”

“No, I couldn’t do that. I can’t show you. I wouldn’t know where to start.” She said hesitating before completing her thought. When she continued, her tone changed, “And it would mean I’d have to touch your vagina.”

“Don’t worry about not knowing where to start.” Mom said kissing her for the first time since giving Darla a taste of her own pussy juice. “You mimic me and when you feel you are ready to show me what you want me to teach William quit following my lead. I’ll, then, follow yours. That way we can be sure I understand what I’m to teach.” She kissed her a second time letting her tongue run along the girl’s lips.

I thought the whole thing sounded too fishy, even for Darla to believe. I thought she’d see right through mom’s rouse. It all sounded like merely a ploy for Darla’s lips to end up on her pussy. She didn’t disbelieve instead she said, “So how do you think I should start?”

“Honey, I am pretty sure he would start by doing this.” Mom answered and started Frenching Darla. Their naked bodies remained pressed together and Darla squirmed slightly while they laid on the ottoman. They were stroking each other’s breasts and torsos when mom started moving until she was above Darla’s head facing the opposite direction. She ensnared her lower lip postponing any objections to their new orientation. Mom apparently knew what Darla’s question would be before she asked, “It’ll make it easier for me to follow your lead. We don’t want it to be so unnatural. Stopping, starting, and changing positions as I show you what I learned about what you like. After you demonstrate on me.”

“Umm, I...” she began, but cut it short when her breast went into Mom’s mouth, “love it.” Darla did as they’d talked about. She brought her lips to Mom’s full breast. She mimicked Mom’s actions perfectly. Darla ran her tongue around Mom’s areolas, flicking the hard nubs with her tongue tip, and plying kisses over all of her tits and between. Mom moved down the nubile body kissing the silky skin of my ex’s stomach and stroking the outsides of her hips. Darla did her best to parrot the actions of mom. Each of them flicked their tongues into the belly button of their partner. It was getting hard to tell who was leading and who was following.