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 Bimbo Mommy by Jen L.  Lee (C) 2015

   My mommy is a total bimbo.  She's also a whore, a fucking slut and a
horny tart.

   Please, don't misunderstand my intentions.  I do not mean any of those
terms as a put-down.  In fact, if you said that to my mom's face, she would
probably just smile or giggle and tell you that she agreed with you and
find a few adjectives of her own.

   Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, so I'll explain so you will all know
what it is I'm talking about, 'kay?  To start with, my mom is Jennifer and
my name is Candace Lee, but everyone calls me Candi now.

   About four years ago, shortly before my 10th birthday, my mommy decided
that she'd had enough of my dad.  He was a nice enough guy and a good
provider, but he is dull and even I couldn't disagree with that.  His idea
of fun was going bowling with his pals or going to a baseball game or, if
we were really lucky, he'd take us to dinner and a movie.  Mom was also
constantly complaining about how cheap he was and how she had to pinch
pennies.  Dad inherited a lot of money and he was our town's deputy mayor,
so he didn't need to be that way.  He could squeeze a nickel and get two
dimes.

   He's about 15 years older than Mommy and she told me recently that she
thinks he married her so he could have a trophy wife.  Too bad that didn't
work out for him.  I wonder if he'd been a bit more considerate if he would
have gotten what he wanted.  Knowing Mom the way I do now, I think he might
have been surprised with the results.

   Daddy thought Mommy was bluffing when she told him that she wanted a
divorce.  No way, not my mommy.  She is very stubborn and once she makes up
her mind, she follows through.  She moved out a week or so later, with me
in tow.  We moved into a hotel and didn't tell daddy where we had gone, she
used her own personal credit cards so that we couldn't be traced via a
paper trail.  While daddy was scratching his head in confusion, she hired a
shark of an attorney that had been recommended to her by my aunt Debbie. 
Mommy got all that was coming to her and a lot more than that besides.

   Now that we had money - a lot of money - Mommy sure didn't want to live
in a cold climate.  She relocated us to southern California so that she
could start a new life.  Not knowing how long our money would hold out,
although she really didn't need to worry, we leased a small condo in a
building that was mostly full of students attending UCLA or other
universities.  I think that it was fun for Mommy, because she had only been
18 when she married daddy and had me at 19.  In a way, being around all of
these younger people was giving her a second shot at youth.

   She got a job as an office manager and she was making okay money,
although some of the people in the office didn't like taking orders from a
woman - a younger woman, in fact.  I know that bothered her, but she tried
to put on a brave face for my sake.

   It was around that time that she made some new friends and this is where
our story takes a turn and Mommy transformed into the person that she is to
this day.

   There were two attractive coeds that lived next door to us; both of them
had more money than they could spend in a lifetime.  Trust fund kids that
for some inexplicable reason, took a real liking to Mommy and me.  Both of
them were gorgeous and their names were Bambi (really!) and Chloe.  Bambi
was a blonde and Chloe was a brunette.  Both girls had tits out to there
and were tall, although I never once saw them when they weren't wearing
high heels - usually expensive ones.  In addition to that, they both
favored really skin-tight and low-cut dresses and blouses.  Mommy told me
that she'd never seen a girl who owned as much lingerie as Bambi or as many
pairs of shoes as Chloe.  Of course, she hadn't had a lot of close
girlfriends while she was married - just associates of daddy's.  This was
really her first chance to live on her own terms.

   The girls were very popular and were always out with a group of
equally-hot girls, dancing or going to clubs and partying.  They always
made sure to invite Mommy along, but she declined, saying that she was
responsible for me.  The two young women were quite surprised when Mommy
told them that she was nearly 30.  "We, like, thought you were our age,"
Bambi gasped.  "You really don't look thirty, did you have Candi when you
were, like, just a kid?"

   Mommy laughed and said to the girls that I wasn't even 11 yet.  However,
I passed for older lots of times.  By then, I was already nearly 5'9" tall
and my boobs were starting to develop.  Chloe teased me and said that if I
wore on of her old outfits, I could probably pass for 15 or 16.  I'm not
sure Mommy liked that too much, but I sure did!  I wanted to grow up and
have fun, just like Mommy and her new friends were having.  I was starting
to figure out the score, so I insisted that Mommy go out and have fun.  I
didn't want to be a burden and I figured when I was a few years older, I'd
have something to hold over her head.  I guess Mommy was bored enough with
life and her shitty job to take Bambi and Chloe up on their offer.

   They all agreed to go out Friday night.  The girls only had classes in
the early part of the morning and Mommy agreed that she would try to sneak
out of work a bit early so that she could get ready.  It was nice to see
her so excited and I hoped she would have a great time.  Maybe she could
even meet a nice guy and start dating again.  How naïve I was back then!  I
had no idea about what was going to happen over the next number of years.

   I thought Mommy looked great when she showed me her outfit.  She was
wearing a really pretty black cocktail dress and high heels.  She'd had her
hair done and I thought she looked really pretty, I told her so.  When
Bambi and Chloe arrived a bit before 8, even I wondered if my mother had
any idea just what she'd gotten herself into.  Bambi was wearing a low-cut
pink dress that showed off almost all her huge, tanned boobs.  The dress
was so short you could see her matching pink thong and she had on pink high
heels that had to be six inches high.  When she walked, her tits bounced
and jiggled.  She had on a lot of makeup and her hair was wild and tousled.
She was wearing flashy jewelry and big hoop earrings.  Chloe's dress was
also low cut, silver and short.  You could see her skimpy bra under her top
and her tits were bigger even than Bambi's.  I don't think she was wearing
panties and until that night, I didn't know that her hair went down almost
to her butt.  The girls looked more like expensive hookers than girls going
out to dance and party.  To her credit, Mommy didn't comment, she just gave
both of her friends a hug.  I saw them shoot a look at each other and at
that time, I had no idea what it meant.  I would find out the answer to
that a whole lot later.

   Mommy didn't get home until well past 2 AM.  I think she was trying not
to wake me up, but she forgot that I'm a light sleeper.  I turned on the
light and I could tell right away that she was drunk - well, tipsy at least
- but she was smiling.  A lot!  I was glad for her, she needed to let loose
and have some fun.  "Did you have a good time?" I asked her.

   "You bet I did, kid!" She giggled drunkenly.  "We danced and drank and
drank some more and danced and flirted - we didn't pay for a single drink
the entire night!" Mommy laughed.  "I couldn't believe it, the girls'
friends thought I was their age and Bambi and Chloe, they didn't let on.  I
danced with a lot of hot guys baby, you wouldn't believe it.  A bunch of us
girls got up and danced and when we got back to our table, everyone
cheered!"

   "Good for you, Mommy!" I hugged her and could smell the remnants of
alcohol on her breath.  "I can hardly wait until I'm old enough to go to
places like that!"

   "Uh-uh, young lady," Mommy wagged her finger at me and snickered.  "You
aren't going to places like that until you're at least - 25!" I knew she
was kidding, but I still did a slow burn.  I could be responsible, I could
be trusted, couldn't I?

   I think that night out was good for Mommy, it seemed to show.  Not only
that, she started going out more - a lot more.  She didn't seem to worry
about her job as much and had a better attitude.  Sometimes she came in
late and yet, she still managed to go to work for 8 AM.  Not always sober,
but she went.  She told me that she got in trouble a few times, but had
managed to get herself out of that.  I wondered how she was doing it, but
she kept that to herself.  As I was getting older, she was telling me more
of her secrets, but I had a lot left to discover.

   Of course, heading into my teens, I had my own set of dramas to deal
with.  I was now nearing 5'10" and developing fast.  I got some attention
from the boys, but the bitchier girls hassled me.  Some called me "giraffe"
although I did manage to make some friends.  Some of Chloe's friends were
nicer to me than the kids at school.  They were also surprised to find out
our ages, saying that neither Mommy or me looked the ages we actually were.

   That was even truer of Mommy as time passed.  Because I was
self-involved, in the beginning, I didn't notice the changes in Mommy.

   Soon, they became hard to miss.

   She started working out 3 or 4 times a week and she really took it
seriously.  In California, it seems like everyone works out, but Mommy and
her friends went as often as they could manage.  If they weren't clubbing,
they were running, swimming or at the gym.  My mom had always been fit, but
now, she was really in shape.  For mommy, the term "buff" was almost an
understatement.

   The next two steps in her "evolution" were the ones I was talking about.
She changed her appearance - a lot.  She went from being an ash blonde to
almost platinum, at Bambi's suggestion.  She also used the tanning beds at
the gym when she and the girls weren't at the beach in skimpy bikinis or
outside soaking up the rays.  They made sure to get as much protection as
they could, but my blonde mom was soon a tanned California blonde.  With
really big boobs.

   Uh-huh, you guessed it.  Because her friends Chloe and Bambi both had
their tits done, my Mommy decided to follow their example.  After all, she
was spending daddy's money, she rationalized.  She had her boobs done and
they were really big, which was a bit hard to get used to.  She liked to
show them off as much as she could and her new friends loaned her some
clothes so that she could put "the girls" on display.

   The next change in my once-normal mommy was her clothes.  Virtually
everything she had owned went to charity and she bought an entirely new
wardrobe.  With only a few exceptions, most of it was - well, to be honest
- on the trashy side.  Short and tight and low-cut and really daring, Mommy
was acting like an exhibitionist.  She wanted to flaunt what she had as
often as possible.  I wondered why she wasn't getting in trouble at work.
The new mommy leveled with me.  "Most of them follow me around with their
tongues hanging out," she giggled.  "They're so desperate for your mommy to
acknowledge their existence that they'll do anything I say - even some of
the women drool when mommy passes by.  Production is up 25% and the
higher-ups are so thrilled that I can get away with murder!" I knew she was
telling the truth because she had just gotten a nice, fat raise.  She
celebrated twice, with her friends and with me.  She and I went to dinner
and she bought me my very first short dress and pair of high heels!  I felt
like such a girly-girl and I knew the bitches at school would be jealous -
which they were.  I think that's when Mommy first realized I was growing
up. I was almost 13 and looked older.

   She and her friends went out to "par-tay" as Bambi put it.  I was
supposed to be asleep when they got home, but as usual, I waited up.  I am
sooo glad I did, because it was the beginning of a life lesson I will never
forget.

   Mommy and Bambi and Chloe staggered in around 3 AM Saturday morning. 
I'm surprised they could even walk on those high heels of theirs.  They
were totally blitzed, as usual.  They were giggling and having a good time,
but this time, they weren't alone.  They had two guys with them who were
younger even than Bambi and Chloe.  Two bronzed surfer dudes and everyone
was making out.  My mom practically had her tongue down the throat of one
of the dudes and Chloe and Bambi were surrounding the other guy and peeling
his clothes off.  I stayed silent and watched, hoping it would be as hot as
one of my mom's porno novels I had been reading and hiding under my bed.  I
think she knew I was doing it, but I wasn't hurting anyone.  I guess all of
us were changing at that time.

   The five of them - that's right, five!  - made their way into Mom's
bedroom.  I don't know what she was thinking, there was no way I wouldn't
hear them, but no one cared.  I snuck out and watched as much as I could
through the crack in the open bedroom door.  I sure got an eyeful as well
as an advanced Sex-Ed class.

   Mommy was hovering over one guy, his cock buried balls-deep in her
sucking, full pink lips.  The other guy had Bambi on his cock and Chloe
riding his face.  The two girls were kissing and really going at it too -
tongues and all!  I hadn't seen two girls kiss before then, although I knew
about lesbians and there were rumors about a couple girls at school and one
or two members of the faculty.  I thought it looked hot and then I got a
real shock - Bambi leaned over and kissed Mommy and Mommy didn't hesitate
to kiss her back.  This was so hot that I almost got off.  I was barely
aware that my hands were down my scanty new panties and I was rubbing
myself.  I was impressed with mommy's sexual energy.  That's right, despite
the fact that one of the players in this mini-orgy was my own mom, I was
fucking turned-ON!

   I watched for at least 30 minutes and was really into the whole scene.
The guys were both giving it all they had and they all switched partners. I
saw my mom totally naked, save for her high heels, for the very first time.
Her new, big-titted and tanned body looked really hot, I had to admit that.
She obviously liked to fuck, because she threw herself into it with even
more ferocity than the guys.  She also liked to watch, because her eyes
kept looking over at Bambi or Chloe and whoever they were with.  I was
beginning to discover how kinky my mom was, but I figured I had better get
to bed before I got busted.

   If Mommy was aware I was there, she didn't say anything about it the
next morning over breakfast.  I really wondered about that because this was
a newer condo with paper-think walls.  A person could hear everything!  She
must have suspected I would hear her or that I might eavesdrop and she
didn't act like anything at all was wrong.  The two guys had cleared out by
then and when Bambi showed up later on to take Mommy to lunch, she didn't
say a word.  Neither did I because I didn't want to rock the boat.  Still,
there was this nagging thought in the back of my head that someone was
playing dumb.  I wisely kept my suspicions to myself.

   Over the next little while, life started to even out.  Mommy was still
acting like a party-happy college student, yet I never wanted for attention
or anything I needed.  In fact, now I was being over-indulged by a mom who
wanted to spoil me rotten and two loony "aunties" that I adored (although
if I had ever dared call them aunties they would have pulled me now-long
blonde hair out by the roots).  Chloe in particular was always telling me
that I was turning into a little teen hottie and offered me all of her old
clothes that didn't fit her.  I thought Mom might object because they were
really daring, but she didn't offer up one peep.  So I wore them to school
and a lot of the people that made fun of me now followed me around with
their tongues hanging out.  There weren't too many 13-year girls that were
nearly 5'10" tall in four-inch stiletto heels and short-shorts.  I expected
someone to make some kind of fuss, it later turned up that attendance was
way up, especially in all of the classes that I was in.  A lot of the boys
- and some of the girls - wanted to see what I would wear next.  With
Chloe's help, I didn't disappoint.  I was also earning money on weekends,
helping out at Mom's office as a file clerk.  It was simple, relaxed work
and I got paid a lot of money.  I never lacked for help because a lot of
the interns flocked around me like bees to honey.  Mom quietly suggested I
not let it slip that I was only 13.

   I was having a great time, high on life and I couldn't wait to start
dating boys.  I was reading as many of Mom's trashy novels as I could find
(by I was sure she was leaving them for me to find) and I knew a lot about
sex.  I knew I had a few more years to go before I could have sex, although
I sure as shit wasn't saving myself for marriage.  I already had a huge
libido and knew I'd have hot pants from the second I discovered a boy I
liked.  Mom sure seemed to be enjoying her "second teenhood" and I wanted
to follow her example.

   Every time she and the girls went out - there was Chloe, Bambi, another
blonde named Donna, an Asian girl named Toy and a few others that came and
went - some of them came back to our place with some studs in tow.  I was
learning that my mom and her friends liked to fuck and I saw nothing at all
wrong with that.  The guys got what they wanted and so did Mom, plus she
got drinks and a fun night out at no expense.  A fair deal, in my eyes and
a lot of those guys left our place bleary-eyed and exhausted with their
minds blown.  My mom and her crazy friends were up for anything.  I
continued snooping and saw a lot of things, including seeing my mom and
Bambi get fucked up the ass.  I bet that hurt and no way was I letting a
guy do that to me.

   Shortly before my 14th birthday a few months ago, things changed. 
Chloe, Bambi and Mommy had gone out as "triplets" - silver lame tops, black
leather minis and high heels.  When they came back, they didn't have any
guys with them.  It was a lot earlier so I came out, had some coffee with
them and asked how their evening had been.  "Disappointing," Bambi sighed.
"We didn't meet a single guy worth fucking tonight!"

   Mom shot Bambi a look that would have curdled the cream in our coffee.

   Bambi giggled and shrugged.  "Oh, for fuck's sake, she's almost 14
Jenni, I was having sex when I was her age.  I'm sure she knows the score."
I wisely kept mum because things were really cool with Mommy and me by now.
I could talk to her about anything and I knew I wanted to ask her about
dating soon.  I am a very savvy young woman and you don't get what you want
out of life by being stupid.  Chloe also chimed in her opinion and told
Mommy to lighten the fuck up.  She said that pretty soon, I'd probably be
one of their group.  Mom's eyes rolled so far back in her head that they
almost made a noise.  Bambi winked at me and Chloe actually pinched my
butt. I really felt grown up at that moment, but wisely decided I had
better go to bed before my mom lost her cool.  I sensed a bit of tension
between her and her girls.

   I hadn't even been in bed an hour when I heard - it.  A low, plaintive
wail coming from Mommy's bedroom, yet unlike anything I'd ever heard
emerging from there before.  I knew it was a sound of sex, but I also
recollected as I emerged from my sleepy state that they hadn't brought guys
back this time.  Just what the heck was going on?

   I had to know!  I opened the door and it creaked a little, so I didn't
dare open it further.  Once my eyes adjusted to the candle-lit room, I got
a huge shock!

   The three women were in Mom's bed, all tanned, stockings and high heels
on all of them.  Bambi had rocked a dusting of body glitter, so I could
tell it was her in the dim light.  Around her waist, she was wearing a
strap-on dildo (by then, I knew about such things) and it was going in and
out of my mom's shaved pussy with a loud, squelching noise.  Mom wasn't
saying much because Chloe's shaved cunt was directly above her face and
Mommy was eating her out as deeply as she could drive her tongue in there.
They were having a lesbian threesome.  Until now, I'd only seen them make
out when guys were present.  I believed that it was something they did to
entertain their guests.  However, this was no little ploy to arouse the
men. The three of them were really into it and their bodies were glistening
with perspiration.  They were really having a good time, not faking, just
going for as many orgasms as they could possibly manage.  I didn't know my
mom was that into lesbian sex or the others, for that matter.  I
kinda-sorta had a girl crush on Chloe, so seeing her like this was a
revelation.  She treated me like a kid sister and watching her getting
eaten by my mom was a strange thing to see.

   I watched for an indeterminable amount of time, like I was in a
semi-comatose state.  I vaguely recall them all moving about.  They did
sixty-nine and spooned and used toys and oils and fingers.

   Their language was graphic and they insulted each other, but in fun.

   Both younger women called my mom their little slut puppet, which made
her smile and giggle happily.  When they finally stopped, I worried they
might get up and discover me transfixed.  That didn't happen.

   "I'm so glad we're doing this more often," Bambi sighed in her wispy
little voice.  "I like fucking a guy every once in a while, but pussy is
really where it's at.  We can just keep going and going and going ..."

   "Plus we all know so many hot girls to choose from," Chloe smiled.  The
other two murmured something I couldn't make out and nodded.

   "Have you managed to convince that little hottie at your office?" Debbie
asked my mom.  She shook her head.

   "No, she's only 16 and afraid her mom might catch her," Mommy laughed.

   "I told her that she should invite her mom to join us.  That startled
her, but she smiled after.  I think she might be considering it.  That'd be
cool, her mom is this real, fiery redhead named Chris - I'd love to pop her
girl-cherry!"

   "Gawd, you've turned into such a slut, Jenni," Chloe said, throwing her
hair back.  Her body was without a flaw and only had tan lines from her
tiny thong.  "We've sure had some far out adventures, haven't we girls?"
All nodded.  "What was your favorite, Jenni?"

   The girls were all huddled together and it was both sensual and very,
lovingly intimate while still retaining its eroticism.  Mommy scrunched up
her face for a few minutes and then she got this nearly-evil smile on her
face.  "Making love to your sister last month," she said to Bambi.  "That
was an unforgettable experience."

   I almost gasped and gave myself away.  Bambi's sister, Buffy, was a
petite and cuddly strawberry blonde scarcely a year older than myself.

   I was stunned that my mother would cross that boundary.  She had made
love to an underage girl but I was about to get even more shocks.

   "That was pretty nice," Chloe nodded in agreement, running her hair
sensually through my mom's long, blonde hair and nestling in close.  "You
two looked so beautiful together Bambi, I'm glad that she gave her
consent."

   Now I was floored!  That was incest, the greatest taboo of all!

   Still, I couldn't deny that my pussy was wet and my nipples stiff and
erect.  The very fact of the taboo aroused me beyond any societal taboos. I
very much wished that I could have been there to witness it or even
participate.  I finally admitted to myself my own bi-curiosity and Buffy
was a good place to start.

   The three women tumbled back into bed, a loud grouping of tangled flesh
and tanned, busty bodies.  I made my way back to my own bed, yet sleep did
not come.  I knew that I myself was a sexy little package, so why hadn't
Chloe approached me?  I now sensed that she might have more than a sisterly
interest in my hot, sexy body.  I tossed and turned and when I awoke in the
morning, I made myself a promise.  If Chloe - or Bambi - or a hot girl at
school - or even one of my teachers - made a move, I was going for it.  I
didn't have to technically lose my virginity to have sex and dammit, I was
ready!

   I didn't even have to wait a week, as it turned out.  I was dressing
very provocatively each day, with the sexiest underwear I had and the
highest heels.  I'd followed Mommy's lead and had a nice little tan, with a
Playboy bunny marker where an interested party could see it.  I was heading
to school one Friday morning when Mommy stopped me.

   "You can skip today," she said to me.  "I want us to talk."

   We'd already had "the" talk, so I wondered what was up.  Mommy - Jenni -
laid it right on the table.  "I know you're aware of what's going on, I
know you've watched us.  So, what do you think of all of this?  I hope you
don't think your mom is some depraved, amoral slut!"

   "Not in a bad way, no," I shook my head.  My hair was by now almost as
long as Chloe's.  "You're all having fun.  You like each other.  You have
incredible bodies, why not flaunt them?  Everyone is getting what they
want, you're still my mommy, even if that mommy is a hot, sexy bitch."

   She laughed.  "I am, huh?  I suppose I should be flattered, most
daughters don't think of their moms like that."

   I decided to brave it and took a chance.  I leaned in and kissed her the
way I'd seen in some of her movies.  I'd tried it out on a few girls at
school, ones I thought might be interested.  To a one, each one was
sniffing around for more.

   "How much do you know?"

   Now I laid it on the line.  I told her I knew everything, right up to
her involvement with Buffy.  "I actually think it's kinda cool that Buffy
and Bambi love each enough to bring sex into their relationship," I
answered honestly.  "It shows an unusual level of trust."

   Mommy nodded and then, she leaned in and kissed me, hard and
passionately, her tongue nearly knocking out my teeth.  "Do you think we
could establish that much trust, sugar bear?"

   She hadn't called me that since I was a kid, although I guess
technically, I still was.  I didn't feel like one.  I nodded and she told
me to go into my room.  There was a box with lingerie and heels in it -
real hot stuff, trashy with black stilettos.  I put it on and looked like a
hot little whore while I was wearing it.  Mom's outfit was a pink,
leopard-style pattern with stripper heels.  I crawled into bed on all
fours, ready for anything.  I thought so, anyway.  I wasn't ready for the
delicious feeling of Mommy's tongue slithering into my ass.  It felt so
weird, but so good.  I almost came right there and then.  Mommy then
proceeded to fuck me, not make love to me.  Neither of us needed that right
then.  We wanted to sate the primal urges, so she did that first.  Our
lingerie and hair were a solid mess when we finished, but she had gone down
on my cunt and I'd done the same to her.  There was no turning back the
clock, we were now lovers.  I felt a part of their circle now, a bimbo-slut
who would do anything for sexual gratification.  Those idiot virginal
bitches had no idea of all the fun they were missing.  Mom made us some
drinks - my first margarita - and then we went back to the bedroom,
showered, put on something else and she taught me how to make her cum.  I
was a good pupil and blew her fucking mind!

   Around 4 PM, the other girls showed up after an afternoon of classes.

   I had been right about Chloe, she had been chomping at the bit to fuck
me.  She played dress up doll with me, spun me around, told me I was her
little fuck piggy and then pampered me while I watched "Jenni" and Bambi
licking and fucking.  We didn't get out of bed until 8 PM and only then, to
order pizza, because we were all starving.

   That was just the beginning, barring "the reason", we have sex almost
every day.  I sleep in Mommy's room now and do what I'm told.  It's funny,
because she does what Bambi and Chloe say, yet I do what she says and not
what they tell me.  It doesn't really make sense, but it's all good.  An
orgasm is an orgasm.  Funny thing is, after Mommy screwed me with her
strap-on, I find myself second guessing if I want to fuck a boy.  Some of
them are immature.  Mom says when I turn 18, I should find myself a sexy
man and make him my sugar daddy.  That sounds like a plan.  Isn't that what
a true bimbo is supposed to do?

   And I am a true bimbo, make no mistake about that.  I love to dress up,
go to clubs (fake ID in hand) and show off the goods - the real deal.  My
tits are almost as huge as Bambi's, but they're all mine.  If I need
surgical work in the distant future, I'll likely have it done.  Currently,
my assets can take me as far as I need to go.
   Like mother, like daughter, right?