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 Naughty Teen Slut 01 by Jen L.  Lee (C) 2016

   My name is Erin Winters and I suppose that the very first thing you
should know about me is that I'm a naughty teen slut.  The second thing you
should know is that I take great pride in being a teen slut and I'm glad
that I still have a few more years to be one.

   Okay, like, please forgive me if this story jumps around a bit or if I
make any mistakes, okay?  I've only just started recording my thoughts, my
mommy says that it's a good idea and some of you horny women will really
get off on reading all about me.  That makes me tingle all over because I
really love horny women and girls and the idea that I can turn you on makes
me wet and determined to do even more slutty things for all of you.

   Let me start by telling you a bit about myself.  I just turned fifteen
and I'm 5'6" tall, with long, straight, light blonde hair that now goes
down to my butt.  Mommy and some of my friends encouraged me to grow it
that long and because I live to please, I did as they asked.  I have a nice
butt, it's round and everyone says I have a "bubble butt" so I guess
they're right.  My titties are 32C but I'm growing and I hope they will get
bigger.  I love big titties, although a slut like me likes titties of all
sizes and shapes.  Yes, I like girls and women, I like them a lot.  I weigh
about 110-115 pounds and my best feature, aside from my tight little pussy,
are my legs.  Now that I've learned how sexy I am, I always wear high heels
and stockings and sometimes, when I'm feeling really bad, I don't wear
underwear.  When I do wear panties, they are always very sexy and rub
against my pussy to remind me to be turned on.  I haven't worn my jeans
much in the last few years, because I like to show off my butt and legs in
the skirts my mommy and friends buy for me.

   At first, I really didn't like it that women considered me a slut.  I
was angry at mommy for starting all of this and I was a brat.  Since then,
I've learned that my mommy was right and being a teen slut is the way to
go. She was a teen slut too and got pregnant with me when she was just 17.
So my mommy is still young, `kay?  She's about 5'10" with jet-black hair
and legs even longer than mine.  My mommy also really loves to fuck, okay?
Like, that's how all of this started, because I have a really horny,
naughty mommy.

   My mommy's name is Jamie and she's beautiful.  She has always been
beautiful and she likes to flaunt it.  There's this one blue mini-dress she
wears and I swear, every time we go somewhere and she wears it, there's
like, a throng of people following us or watching us.  Now that I can wear
short dresses and shorts, it is us now.  Which is cool.  I love having
people watch us, although I don't care about the boys so much.  Mommy is
fine with that, she says I might like boys one day or I might not.  She
will support me any way I want because she wants me to like myself first.
She says it's nice to be popular and that's all she wants for me.  I am so
lucky to have a mommy who understands what a girl wants and even cooler,
what she needs.

   So a few years ago, just after I turned 13, my mommy told me she was
keeping me home from school for the day.  I wondered what was up with that?
Like, I wasn't sick or anything, in fact, I felt really good and was
planning on hanging out with some friends after school.  I have, like,
oodles of friends, most of them are the cool girls in school.

   "Erin, I have to take care of this," Mommy said to me, her face was
all-kinda weird.  "I simply can't take it anymore."

   Sometimes adults are weird, right?  I'm a bit older now and I'm learning
stuff, but back then, I had no clue what mommy was talking about.  I
wondered if she had been drinking.  Daddy and she had split a year before
and things weren't always going according to her life plan.

   Side note: Mommy and Daddy were good friends who should have stayed
friends.  Their marriage was full of fights and the minute they decided to
end the marriage, the fighting stopped.  Daddy moved to Las Vegas and
apparently, he hooked up with a showgirl who is only about 5 years older
than I am!  You rock, daddy!  Yeah, I'm cool with it and the money he sends
mommy has helped a whole bunch!  Back to the story ...

   Mommy wasn't dating much, although I could have been wrong.  Until that
night, I didn't know much about my mommy.  That was about to change,
big-time!  Mommy ordered me upstairs to her bedroom and said there was a
present for me on her bed.  She told me that she was going to have a drink
- she wasn't drunk, it turned out - and I was to wait for her.  She was
still acting weird and it was, like, freaking me out.  I really am learning
to understand adults, but she was weirding me out.  I was only thirteen,
what the fuck did I know about anything?

   I went upstairs and found this big box on my mom's bed.  Inside it was
lingerie, not the usual kid stuff like a bra and panties, but the sexy
stuff, the kind I knew my mommy had.  But this wasn't for her, it was too
small.  I guessed that she wanted me to put it on, was this her way of
telling me I was now grown up in her eyes?  I guessed so and fumbled around
with putting it on.  Underneath it, I found a really nice pair of high
heels, white ones that matched my new outfit.  I know now they are called
stilettos, even then, I thought they were cool.  Once I had my outfit on, I
checked the mirror.  I was old enough to notice that I was one sex-eeee
girl!  In a few years, I'd be the kind of girl that all of the boys would
be after.  At least, that's what I thought then.  Like I said - what did I
know?

   Mommy walked into the room and she wasn't wearing her "around the house"
clothes.  She was in sexy black lingerie that was almost a mirror-image of
mine.  "I knew it," she said in a really odd voice.  "I fucking knew it!"

   "What mommy, what did you know?" I asked her.

   I didn't get any answer, well, not a verbal one anyway.  Instead, mommy
tugged my hand and she threw me down on the bed.  With me squirming to get
away, she kissed me, but not like a mommy.  Like a horny woman who needed
something from me.  The more I resisted, the more she insisted.  Her
gorgeous body was grinding against mine and she was breathing really hard.
I was even more nervous and yet, despite all of that, I had a really
strange feeling coming over me.  Like I liked this kind of treatment. 
Mommy is really strong, so I wasn't going anywhere and she seemed
determined to treat me like some kind of pet.

   "Mommy, mommy, please don't do this, I don't want it!" I tried to make
it stop.

   "That's not true, it can't be true," my mother insisted.  "The way you
move, the way you look - you have to be like mommy, a little teen slut who
gets horny for girls.  I just get this vibe from you, like there's a hot
little girl underneath.  I've known lots of girls like you, I've fucked
lots of girls like you.  Sexy girls and sexy mommies, I never would have
imagined I'd have a little teen bitch of my own some day.  Now that I do,
I'm going to teach you all about sex, naughty sex, then I can share you
with all of my friends."

   In protest, I shook my head from side to side and was wondering when my
mommy had gone, well, let's face it, bugfuck!  "Mommy, no, I'm too young to
be having sex!" I said to her.  I should have added with my mommy, but I
didn't for some reason I didn't understand then.

   "Nonsense, you're exactly the right age to start learning about sex,"
Mommy disagreed as she continued kissing and pawing at me.  "We'll teach
you all sorts of nice things and in a few years, you'll be well ahead of
those silly girls in your class.  You'll be able to seduce anyone you
choose - friends, university students, even some of your teachers if you
know the right moves to make and how to pick those who are interested."

   I knew my mom had somehow lost her grip on reality, but I was smaller
and defenseless.  I kept protesting - didn't I?  Even now, some of my
memories are blurry around the events of that night.

   Why I say blurry is because it seemed to go on forever and I seemed to
be protesting less.  Mommy kept telling me how sexy I was, how hot I was,
how I was going to drive people wild when they saw me like this.  I didn't
think anyone would want to see me like this and I know better now.  I know
the power my body holds, I know I'm sexy and that all comes from mommy.  I
know that my slim, sexy body and lovely face can get me so many things I
want, things I crave, things I need.  By surrendering myself to the sexy
bitch inside of me, I gained control over much of my life from that night
on.

   Mommy had managed to remove most of my lingerie without me even being
aware of it.  There was a wild look in her eyes and she was practically
drooling over my naked body.  "Oh God, you're fucking awesome," she said to
me.  "I can't wait to taste you and turn you out.  To think my own daughter
is going to become my favorite lesbian girlfriend, it's turning me on so,
so much!"

   I was beginning to realize that mommy, my mommy, was one of those
deviants some of the kids talked about.  She was a woman who liked little
teen girls, like me.  I was right and wrong about that.  Mommy loves girls
of all ages, women and teens.  It's just that I had really been turning her
on without my knowing it.  I'm so proud that I had that effect on her,
although not then I wasn't.

   The more that mommy praised me, the more I started to like it.  I still
wasn't thrilled with the idea of having sex with her - silly me - but
everyone likes to know they are sexy and I am no different.  I was entering
high school the following year (I skipped one grade) and having a leg up on
the older girls would be cool, right?  So I decided to chill and not fight
so much.  Once I relaxed and gave in to mommy, a weird thing happened.  I
began to enjoy it and want it as much as she did.  For a few minutes, I
wondered if I was as much a pervert as mommy.  Then I figured, fuck it!  If
I was, mommy would be fine with that.  Who was she going to tell or me
either?  I knew a few of my older friends, girls that were 15 and 16, were
having sex and they all told me how great it was.  Some had made passes at
me at slumber parties, but I declined.  Maybe next time, I wouldn't.  These
girls were all popular and got good grades, so obviously sex didn't fuck
you up so much if you kept a clear head.

   Mommy was still stroking my body, but she stopped for a minute when she
noticed.  "You aren't fighting me anymore," she commented.  "Does this mean
that you like the things mommy is doing with you?"

   I remember this part vividly.  Despite the weirdness of it all, I
shrugged my shoulders.  I wasn't ready yet to admit that I liked it, but I
wasn't going to lie to mommy.  "It's not so bad," I answered her honestly.
"I mean, it's not like you're hurting me or anything.  You're just doing -
things - to me."

   "I will never hurt you," Mommy said to me.  "What I've been doing so far
is called foreplay and you're going to experience oral sex.  Tell me baby,
I want to hear the words.  Do you want me to eat your pussy?"

   "Yes," I finally gave in and let my mommy hear the words she had wanted
me to say from the very beginning.  "Yes mommy, I want you to eat my pussy
and make me ...  what did you call me?"

   "A little teen bitch?"

   "Yes mommy, a little teen bitch.  If I can learn to be more like you,
I'm sure it will be wonderful," I answered.

   Mommy was by now, practically glowing.  "Oh yes baby, it will be, you'll
see," she said as she lowered her mouth to my cunt.  I would have been
repulsed by that word at the time and now, I love to talk dirty.  It gets
me off and it gets my girlfriends off.  Mommy's mouth touched down on my
virginal pussy and she began to eat me out.  I had never felt anything so
electric in all of my life.  I thought at first that I was peeing, but
mommy told me that those were vaginal fluids and that she was making me
cum. I wasn't curious about sex before that night, so I hadn't masturbated
and tasted myself.  Before the night was done, I would experience many
things I had never done before.  Right then, all that was going on was my
mommy was licking my hot, sticky pussy and sliding her slender fingers into
my honey hole.  She wasn't talking much, but as they say, actions speak
louder than words.  My mommy's actions all revolved around giving me the
best sexual experience I'd ever known, which also happened to be my first.
When she was going down on me, my thighs clamped around her head and I
thought that mommy might be uncomfortable.  She later told me that she
could have stayed down there forever, had she not wanted me to try all
sorts of things with her.  She didn't rush any of the experience and she
didn't stop until she had given me my very first orgasm ever.  Mommy was
almost beaming again when she came up for air and told me I had just taken
a step towards adult womanhood.  I knew that to fully take that step, I
would have to do her too.  Some of my girlfriends had gossiped about what
girls could do with girls, so I wasn't totally naïve.  Like the song said,
I had "kissed a girl and I liked it".  Later, I was to learn that I liked
it a lot.  It's really too bad that boys can't kiss the way that girls can.
It's really no biggie though.  I plan to kiss a lot of girls over the next
several years and with mommy's help, I'm only going to get better at it ...
   End Chapter One