Chapter 2

The next day after school Mom heard me coming and shouted from the back of the house,

"Take your clothes off and meet me in the living room?"

After getting undressed I carefully folded my clothes and set them by the couch. It felt weird to be sitting there naked ... OK I knew Mom was right and I was suppose to act this way but I still wasn't used to it. Mom came in holding something at her side. She looked at me and smiled while gently pushing me back so that I was sitting a corner of the couch and she gently slid my knees apart. It was exactly the way I'd never sit. Mom sat down between my legs. Mom gently ran her hands over my body.

"You look nice sitting like that. All your best features open to be seen." Mom started gently rubbing my cunt the way I like. "Feels nice?"

"Oh yeah," and by now I did like it, that feeling of shame was outweighed by the pleasure.

"Tell me why?" she said coyly.

"Because I'm a slut!" I said. Talking like this was starting to turn me on.

"Yes you are," said Mom, "You're a good little slut, and so Mommy got you a present today." Then I heard a buzzing sound and felt something vibrating against my pussy, it was so shocking that I jumped a little and then I realized how good it felt. Opening my eyes I saw something the size of a lipstick tube sliding over my lips. She would slide it just inside my cunt and then let it slide out again, it felt amazing on my lips.

Oh yes, I realized that this was the reward for how I felt all day. I'm a slut but this is good side of it ... oh yeah, if this is what it means to be a slut, then I'm a slut. Without realizing it I was saying, "I'm a slut ... I'm a slut ... I'm a slut."

Afterwards Mom had these movies for us to watch, I'd heard people talk about them but I'd never seen them before. We sat on the couch together, I snuggled up near Mom and she held me and gently played with my breasts.

"That feels nice Mom," I told her.

"Well you have nice tits dear. Boys are going to love playing with them. Do you like the movie?" I felt myself blush a little as I nodded.

The man and woman on the screen were kissing deeply and groping each other. The man was squeezing her tits and she was grinding against him. He forced her to his knees in front of him and then pulled pants opened. His cock was long and hard, and then before I could guess what she was supposed to do, she sucked his cock into her mouth.

"I hope you're paying attention," said Mom playfully, "you'll have to know how to do this."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, guys love it when you suck on their cocks. If you're good at it you can make them cum in your mouth. They're called blow jobs, you're probably gonna blow a lot of guys. Does that sound like fun?"

"Um OK," I really wasn't sure at the moment. The woman in the movie seemed to be enjoying herself and the guy was really into it. He was running his fingers through her hair and moaning. Mom ran a hand along my tummy while she continued to rub my breasts and nipples.

"Imagine having a boys cock in your mouth," she said to me, "Imagine making him moan like that ... knowing that he wants you more than anything. He'd need you." That thought made me tingle a little in my pussy.

"Most girls wouldn't do that ... but you wouldn't be so timid or squeamish. Does this turn you on?" The idea was interesting but I wouldn't have said it turned me on but I knew what Mom expect me to say.

"Yes, a little." Maybe then I couldn't tell myself the truth but could tell Mom.

"Then go ahead and rub your pussy. See sluts don't have to deny themselves what they want, in fact they're supposed to do these things whenever they want."

That's when I realized Mom was right; I was slut so not enjoy it. Spreading my legs I started to gently play with myself while I watched the man and woman have sex.

This became my routine after school. When I got home, I'd go upstairs and get undressed. Mom would play with my cunt until I came, sometimes she'd just watch me do it to myself and then we'd usually watch two scenes in those special movies. She gave me a toy called a dildo; I'd heard girls at school joke about them. This one looked exactly, or so I guessed, like a real penis. Mom had me use it on myself or practice blow jobs with it. After a week or so I didn't feel so dirty doing it, and afterwards I stopped thinking about it sooner and sooner.

The first time Mom used the dildo inside my pussy, I didn't like it at all. In fact I thought I'd injured myself when I saw the blood. I knew my period wasn't due for another week and a half plus this had been a sudden sharp pain. Mom told me not to worry, that most girls didn't like the first time. I wouldn't have tried it the next day if Mom hadn't made me, but she was right, it felt so much better that I couldn't believe it.

After a few days of watching porno movies Mom showed me one with two women in it.

"Oh my god," I said softly to myself. Mom smiled

"I'm getting used to hearing you say that." Mom looked at the screen and asked, "Does this excite you?"

"I don't know, I guess. It's different." The two girls on the screen where kissing deeply. It was passionate but also gentle. It was cool.

"Guys think this is so hot. You really want to get a guy's motor running, tell him you're into girls. If you want to make him cum in his pants then let him see you with another girl."

"But that's a lie, I'm not into girls."

Mom laughed, "Oh really, you seem to like it when I play with your cunt."

"Well that's different Mom."

"How?" I couldn't really think of a reason. "To sluts it's all about being touched and feeling good. Who does it isn't as important."

"I don't know Mom."

"Think about it like this, wouldn't it feel good if another girl went down on you?"

"I guess so."

"Wouldn't you want to return the favor? Just keep an open mind about it OK?"

School midterms started the following month and we had a lot of quizzes.

Everyday Math was both my worst class and one of my favorites, that probably sounds dumb to you but I loved math even if I was stupid when it came to numbers. The questions were written so that you could see how you'd use the stuff in day to day life. My teacher was named Ms. Needham, she was pretty but in a normal sort of way and she was always willing to meet with you early if you wanted some help. She was explaining how you could figure out the area of something even if you didn't have all the information, like how you can figure out a Sudoku puzzle. This was the part of math I found interesting even if I am too dumb to really understand it.

After a while I was lost, that usually happened. A few weeks ago I would have stressed out about it and tried desperately to catch up. Now I didn't worry about failing. Mom had told me not to worry. That school wasn't my thing. Keeping half an ear open making half notes, I let myself daydream. Ms. Needham wore these black plastic glasses that made her look smart and but didn't take away from her looks.

"Katie, what value do we assign the unknown number?" asked Ms. Needham. I felt myself blush, the idea of guessing flashed through my mind but I knew I'd look even dumber.