Unspoken Pleasure

Karen and I practiced cheers for an hour, with Mom coming in and out the whole time. After supper Karen and I went upstairs so I could help her with her English. As soon as I closed the door, Karen said, “You had to notice that your mother was checking me out down there, right?”

I had indeed noticed but for some reason I said, “Not really.”

Karen walked up to my face and said, “You’re a horrible liar. People who can’t lie shouldn’t make the attempt.”

I blushed and then admitted, “Sorry, it seems she was indeed checking you out.”

“I’ll have her between my legs real soon,” she purred. When I said nothing, she added, “Speaking of things between my legs…”

I blushed, knowing where this was going and objected nervously, “Karen, Mom is right downstairs.”

“So?” she asked.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“So I don’t have a lock on my door,” I pleaded.

“So?” she asked again.

“So she could walk in at any moment,” I said a little more frantically.

“So?” she repeated, lifting up her skirt to show me her naked beaver as she seated herself on the edge of my bed. She smiled at me and used a finger to beckon me in. I didn’t move instantly so she ordered in a firm voice, “Now, slut.”

Reluctantly, petrified that my Mom would walk in or hear Karen and then walk in once she began moaning, I stepped up to my Mistress and knelt before her. She smiled and said, “I’ve been looking looked forward to this all day, and now it’s permitted; get me off, my little lez.”

Still nervous, I leaned forward and began licking her. I slid my tongue up and down her cunt lips, and then every few seconds I’d put pressure on Karen’s clit with my tongue. Each time I did, she shook just a bit. I continued this teasing pleasure for a while, trying to get her off gradually so when she climaxed it wouldn’t be unexpected and she wouldn’t scream and alarm my mother. I savoured my teen Mistress’ delicious pussy, her wetness drenching my face, as I continued to lick away.

Karen, getting close, demanded, “Finger me, slut.”

Obeying, I slid a finger inside her ocean of pleasure. It went in so easily that I added a second as well. I began moving them in and out, completely focused on giving pleasure, completely forgetting about my mother downstairs. Feeling her legs tense slightly, I hooked my two fingers inside her, putting as much pressure on her g-spot as I could. Karen instantly let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead as her juices gushed out of her pussy and sprayed all over my face! I had never had so much pussy juice on my face as she continued to quake through her orgasm.

I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs and quickly stood up and Karen, thankfully, quickly got up as well, just as my Mom barged through the door. She searched around the room frantically for intruders or monsters or something and worried, “Are you girls ok?”

Karen, her face ruby red and clearly recovering from orgasmic bliss, said unconvincingly, “Oh! Sorry Mrs. Wyatt, I just stubbed my toe and it really hurt.”

My Mom somehow failed to notice my face was shining with Karen’s cum. She prattled, “Oh thank God it was just that, I thought something dreadful had happened! Are you ok?”

Karen sat back down on the bed and fake whimpered, “Mrs. Wyatt… I mean Amy… could you come and look at my toe? It really hurts.”

“Oh, sure honey,” my mother rushed to kneel down by her feet as I watched, horrified.

Karen lifted up her foot so my mother could look at it, and I could see Karen’s pouty and leaking cunt even from where I was standing! There was no way my mother could miss it.

My Mom grabbed the proffered foot and peered at the toe through the stocking. She began to diagnose, “Well it doesn’t…” then stopped abruptly as she caught sight of Karen’s shaved pussy. Her face went red, but she seemed to recover pretty quickly as she looked up to Karen’s face as Karen beamed back like an innocent choir girl, “… it doesn’t look like you did any serious damage.”

Karen asked sweetly, “Could you please massage it, Amy? It really hurts.”

“Sure, cherub,” my Mom said, and began gently rubbing Karen’s foot. Karen’s glistening cunt remained completely uncovered and in plain sight for my mother at the angle she was sitting, and I was surprised at how many times my mother kept taking quick glimpses at my eighteen-year-old Mistress’ pussy without asking her to cover up.

This went on for a couple of minutes until Karen said, “Thanks, Amy, you really know how to make someone feel better.”

Mom let go of Karen’s foot and took one last look at the delicious wet pussy before Karen’s skirt covered the prize. The peepshow now over, my mother seemed to regain her composure and said, “Well, um, I will be downstairs if you ladies need anything.”

Karen grabbed my mother’s hand with both of hers as she was about to leave and said, “Thank you so much.” Karen got up and kissed her on each cheek, lingering a couple of seconds before backing away.

My mother said, slightly flushed, “No problem.” She then left the room.

Karen looked right at me and said, “Still think she isn’t a dyke?”

“Well, she did take a few peeks, but who wouldn’t?”

“A straight woman wouldn’t; a prude wouldn’t either,” Karen answered.

“Haha,” I laughed.

“Very soon, Jenny,” Karen predicted, “Very soon your mother will be my MILF slut.”

I didn’t say anything.

Karen added, “Are you ok with that?”

I shrugged, really not sure how I felt about this odd plot twist, “I don’t know. It turns me on, yet…”

“Yet what?” Karen asked.

“Yet, she’s my mother,” I said.

“I’m not asking you to fuck her,” Karen said, her eyes going big as she said, “Unless you want to, of course.”

“No,” I said.

“You do, don’t you; you want to fuck your own mother!”

“No, of course I don’t,” I said adamantly.

Karen smiled, “I think you do.” She then kissed me (not on the cheek) and said, “Fuck do I taste good.”

“That we can agree on. You’re delicious,” I teased back.

Karen then said, “No orgasms for you until the cheerleader getaway.”

“Oh,” I said, crestfallen.

“None at all,” Karen reiterated with a more authoritarian tone.

“Understood, Mistress,” I said disappointedly, not mentioning how unfair that sounded after what she’d done at home on Monday night.

“It’s only two days,” Karen said, “You’re not such a big sex maniac you can’t wait two days, are you?”

When she put it that way, I chuckled to myself, had I become such a sex maniac? The answer of course was yes, I had. “I will obey, Mistress Karen,” I said.

“Good,” Karen said, “I’ve got to get going, see you tomorrow, my dyke.”

“Bye, Mistress Karen,” I said and walked her out.

The rest of the evening I worked on my long Pride and Prejudice essay and did everything I could to avoid thinking about sex. Of course visions of my mother submissively pleasing Karen wouldn’t leave my brain. I went to bed, my pussy begging to be pleased. Not surprisingly I endured a restless night.