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Author: PlanetDweller
Title: Playing Spin The Bottle With Mom, Part 4
Part: Part 4 of 4
Universe: Playing Spin The Bottle With Mom
Summary: Thirteen-year-old Angel becomes part of her Mom's weekly
get-together with her sister and brother-in-law; her Mom also
takes her to a swinging hotel social club she's a member of.
Keywords: Ff, Fg, fg, MFF, MFFf, incest, young, inc, group,
swing, swinging, swingers



Playing Spin The Bottle With Mom, Part 4

By

PlanetDweller 

(Fg, FF, Fm, Fb, MFg, FMFg, 13-year-old-daughter/adult single
mother, whole family incest, adult sibling incest, all
combinations, swinging, swingers, on-premises hotel swing party,
orgy, group sex, menstrual sex, light BDSM, easy going,
self-discovery, personal growth)


	I couldn't hardly wait for next week to roll around so I could,
for the first time, join Mom and her sister my Aunt Susan and her
husband my Uncle Sam in their weekly midweek "bridge game" as Mom
promised I could, now that I had lost my virginity to Bobby's
friend JJ and gotten that impediment out of the way.

	Bobby was his usual pest, pestering both me and Mom continually
for fucks or sucks and we sometimes letting him most times not
most times he having to settle for doing Squirt, my little
8-year-old sister Janie when we couldn't nag one of us into
relieving his 11-year-old boyhood masculine urges.

	Janie seemed pleased the way things had worked out, she seemed
to be enjoying our sexplay as much as Mom and Shithead Brother
and I were but also seemed to be very far away, have a very
distant look in her eyes and a distant tone in her voice at times
even when she was playing with one or more of us. I couldn't help
but feel maybe Squirt shouldn't have become a full partner in our
sexcapades, maybe she should have waited until she was older. I
expressed these concerns to Mom, but Mom basically  poo-pooed
them while acknowledging them.

	"Angel, your aunts Susan and Mags and I started our sexplay
early too and didn't suffer any ill effects. We became sexually
free, but not sex maniacs. We became sexually knowledgeable, but
not freaks or addicts where sex rules our lives. Your sister will
be fine, Ang'."

	"But Mom, a lot of times I really don't thinks she wants to. I
think she does things a lot of times just because you and me and
Bobby are playing with each other so much now. I think she does
it a lot of times just  'cause we're doing it."

	"If this is a real concern of yours, Angel, sure, I'll have a
talk with her. I'll stress she never has to have sex with her
brother, not you or me either, that if she doesn't want to all
she has to do is say no and that will be more than okay; okay?"

	"Sure, Mom, and thanks!" I cooed in Mom's ear as we sat next to
each other on our, excuse me, Mom's bed late that Tuesday night.

	"You really do love your sister, don't you?"

	"Yes, Mom, I really do."

	"That's good! Hopefully you and Squirt will stay as close as you
are now all the rest of your lives as your Aunt Susan and Iare."

	"I hope so, too, Mom" she hugging me close as she pulled me back
onto the bed, her hand rubbing my small but budding breasts
through my top.

	"Finished your chores, finished doing the dishes and taking the
garbage out?"

	"Uh, not exactly."

	"Well, exactly Miss Amy, I suggest you finished them first,
before we snuggle a little. I've got to go into work early
tomorrow morning, so we can't play much tonight, but we'll have a
nice time at Susan and Sam's tomorrow night, 'k?"

	"I'm looking forward to it so much, Mom!" I replied with sincere
glee about the upcoming time tomorrow night but with sarcastic
sling because I had to get up to go finish my chores. Sometimes
being a thirteen-year-old girl, even if your Mom is your best
friend and your lover, can be a real bitch, since Mom no matter
what else we did always still acted like my Mom in every way
except when we were in bed together, and yeah, that sucked.

	
+++++++++++++++++++++

	
	Mom came home late that fateful afternoon, five or ten minutes
after sex, I mean six, knowing we were supposed to be at Aunt
Susan's and Uncle Sam's at seven, rushing in throwing some
groceries in the fridge and pantry and then rushing to the
bathroom.

	"C'mon, Angel, come to the bathroom with me" Mom barked as she
pulled on my shoulder a bit, something she had almost never done
before "we're running a little late, but we'll be okay."

	In the bathroom, Mom fished out one of Summer's Eve douches from
under the sink.

	"Do you know how to use one of these?" she spoke somewhat
sharply as her clothes hit the floor haphazardly, I shaking my
head "no", she should have known that I didn't since she had
never shown me how to;  "get your clothes off, Ang'."

	Standing naked in our tub/shower, she assembled the douche,
screwing the nozzle onto the bottle of fluid, then hiked one leg
onto the side of the tub and worked the nozzle inside her, firmly
squeezing all the douche mixture out of the bottle and into her
pussy as it ran down her leg.

"Now, you get one, and I'll help you do yourself."

Even though I had lost my virginity and my vagina was getting
more used to having things put inside it, the nozzle didn't want
to quite go in, and Mom seemed to get a little impatient withme.

"You've got to relax, Amy" my proper name used always meaning she
was irritated or worse with me "or the nozzle won't go in."

"Why do I have to use it, Mom?" I asked as I tried to maintain my
balance with one leg hiked up on the side of the tub as Mom did
her thing to me in front of me.

"Because, Angel, it's just common courtesy; Sam's going to shower
and wash his cock for us tonight, Susan's going to shower and
douche too so she'll smell nice for us"

"But Mom, I don't mind the smell of Susan or any other lady" I
protested.

Mom stopped what she was doing for a second, put her hands on her
hips the bottle of Summer's Eve in her right one still, and gave
me a funny look as she gently scolded me "okay, then, it's for
Sam, Sam is a little funny about stinky female smells sometimes,
sometimes not, so Susan and I always douche before partying, and
now you'll have to, too, if you want to play with us."

"You know I do."

"Then open up your legs for me some more, Darling, and lets get
this done."

The nozzle finally went it as did the gush of fluid behind it,
then the bottle tossed in the trash and we quickly showered
together not even playing with each other as the hot water rinsed
the smell of Summer's Eve off of us smelling funkier to me than
either of our female smells had been but whatever, I just wanted
to become part of their circle.

I put on a tube top and shorts but no panties underneath and my
favorite sandals as Mom threw on her favorite tennis top and
tennis short-shorts and Reeboks before grabbing her purse and
almost rushing out the door. As we drove through town over to
Susan and Sam's, the traffic being heavy it being just after rush
hour on a weekday, Mom didn't say much at first but just smiled
at me and reached for and held my hand on the seat space between
us.

"Nervous, Angel?"

"No, not really, Mom; I think you're more nervous than I am" I
kidded with her a bit.

"Actually, I probably am."

I know I couldn't help but show some surprise. "Why are you
nervous, Mom?"

"I don't know if nervous is the word, Ang'; I'm just . . . I'm
just concerned that everything will go alright, and you'll fit
in."

"Oh, I will, Mom; Uncle Sam's been wanting to fuck me like crazy
since that first night of our sex education, and Aunt Susan is
such a dream."

"Yeah, Sam's been wanting you, for sure. Remember, anything he
wants to do that you don't, you can always say 'no'. Remember
that."

"I know Mom, and I will."


Sam and Susan had prepared a light supper of salads and a Mexican
chicken dish, not too spicy or hot but with a pleasant
aftertaste. We all sat around in the living room, Mom on the sofa
with me, Sam and Susan on the loveseat with each other as we at
off their everyday china atop TV trays as "Judge Joe Brown" then
"Judge Mathis" shows played on the TV in front of us. No mention
was made of sex as polite conversation filtered back and forth,
Aunt Susan asking me how my summer vacation was going, Sam asking
Mom about a mechanic she had recommended to him, Mom asking Susan
about a redtag sale that was going on at Hetch's department store
and if she wanted to go with her this coming weekend to it. 

I had expected there be wall-to-wall sex happening as soon as we
got in the door, and it wasn't happening. Sam would guffaw very
loudly occasionally at the nonsense being played out in the faux
courtroom dramas as Susan would tap him on the shoulder
whispering that "company's here, behave yourself!" only
half-joking with him. Aunt Susan got up from beside her husband
Sam and came over to sit next the other side of Mom as Sam sat
fixated on his shows, Mom and her talking about a shoe sale going
on at Pic-N-Pay. Damn, if this is what their weekly mini-orgy get
together was going to be like, it was going be bor-ring. I got up
from next to Mom and sat down beside Uncle Sam and put my hand
squarely on his knee and squeezed. He paid me not one bit of
mind. 

"Ice cream, anyone?" Aunt Susan asked as she got up to clear the
teevee trays, Mom also rising to help her "Angel, ice cream? I
have Bryer's vanilla and French chocolate?",  I shaking my head
"no" in reply.

I had been expecting wild wall-to-wall sex and all we had done
was eat dinner however nice and watch some boring shows on TV.
Uncle Sam still ignored my hand on his knee. I put it on his
crotch, atop his pants. Still no reaction. I kissed him on the
cheek, he quickly turned to kiss me on my forehead before turning
back to watch his show. Shessshhh! Expecting a fuck and can't
even get a real kiss from him.

Mom and Aunt Susan came back from the kitchen and sat down
together on the couch. As Sam watched his show as my hand still
couldn't even get a modest hard through his pants, Mom and Aunt
Susan slowly began to smooch and kiss. Finally! They hugged and
smooched and started kissing very passionately as their hands
began roaming over each other.

The "Judge Mathis" show's credits rolled across the screen as
Uncle Sam hit the "off" button on the remote and turned to me as
I sat next to him on the couch his cock bulge through his pants
now feeling a little firmer. I mean, Uncle Sam and I had had sex
before of a kind, he and I had fooled around some that first time
and I had practiced sucking his cock some the other week, so it's
not like we weren't lovers of a kind, he just hadn't fucked me
with his cock yet because I had said "no" that first time and
then they wouldn't let me fully join in until I had lost my
virginity which I had the other week to JJ, so I was ready.

"Sorry about that, Angel, it's just that I never miss 'my shows',
I always watch them every day."

"That's okay, Uncle . . . "

"Sam; I'm just Sam now, Angel" he cooed back to me as his eyes
met mine and his hand cradled the back of my neck as we swooned
in closer.

"That's okay, Sam."

"Bet you thought it'd be like a Roman orgy, hu?"

"Well, no; well, kinda."

"That's okay. It is, it will be. Just look at your Mom and Aunt
Susan over there" Mom and Aunt Susan by now having their tops off
and Susan was expertly sucking Mom's breasts as they sat on the
loveseat "the usual chain of events is" he continued "that I
always let Kate, your Mom and Susan have whatever time they want
to themselves, and then they let me know when I can join in. Now
that you're part of the group, you and I can fool around some and
when they are finished with each other, we can join in then, as
we please. Sound good?" I nodding my head "yes" in reply "let's
go to the bedroom, then."

Sam helped me off with my top and shorts as he encouraged me to
help him get undressed, gently placing my hands on the zipper of
his pants as he pulled his shirt off as I sat on the edge of the
bed as he stood before me, his cock now free almost fully erect
not even inches from my face. He didn't have to ask me to do the
obvious next. My mouth encircled his cock and I began to slowly
suck it. His hands lightly grabbed my ears and the sides of my
face, holding my head still as he began an easy mouthfuck of me.
I didn't mind. 

We laid down on the bed together. We kissed, he holding me close
to him as my arms wrapped around him and his around me.
"Nervous?" he asked I replying "of course not! I think Mom is
more nervous than I am" he just laughing as we kissed and his
hand pressed its way between my legs and mine gently masturbated
his cock. Mom and Aunt Susan were nowhere to be seen.

Uncle Sam, Sam, rolled on top of me as I spread my legs for him.
He entered me without a word or even a sound, his eyes looking
deep into mine. His larger member than JJ's popped a little cunny
muscle or two, I felt them do so. It didn't hurt, not really.

"God, Angel, you're every bit as tight as I had hoped."

"Thanks . . . uh, Sam . . . I even douched for you, too" his
grinning smile becoming even a bit wider than it had been at that
remark.

"That's nice. Feel good?"

"Uh-hu."

"All fours, then?"

"Uh, sure, anything you'd like."

He positioned me the way he wanted, then got something out of the
nightstand. Entering me, he pulled one wrist then the other to
the middle of my back, then the feeling of cold metal and the
sound of metallic clicking as he handcuffed me behind my back as
his fuck of me continued.

"Do the handcuffs make your nervous?"

"No, not at all" I replied honestly, knowing that Mom was in the
next room with Aunt Susan and if he did anything too crazy to me
she'd kill him.

"Would you like a little spanking as we fuck?"

I had to think about that for a second. "Sure" I eventually
replied "as long as you don't swat me too hard, and stop if I say
stop."

"Just say 'Cleveland' if you want me to stop, not 'stop', okay?"

"Sure" I not quite understanding the concept of safewords back
then "Cleveland, it is."

His hands rubbed my asscheeks as our fuck continued and he began
his occasional pop-pop spanking of me. Not regularly timed slaps,
just the odd open-hand pop of one cheek then the other as his
hard grew and grew inside me and my wrists stayed bound behind my
back.

"Enjoying it, Angel, My sweet thirteen-year-old Bitch?" he hissed
at me not from anger but from passion instead.

"Yes, Sam, yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

He didn't need to be asked. Grabbing me by my waist as I stayed
on all fours, he drove deeper and harder and deeper and harder
still, still managing to land the odd open-hand spanking slap on
my reddening asscheeks while doing so.

"God, Angel, you are so fucking tight! I can't believe it, how
good you are. Jeezzzz!!!" he moaned as I felt his orgasm not
spurt but flood inside. For a moment, he just kind of stayed
motionless behind me, then collapsed on the bed beside me as he
pulled me close to him. For a few moments we just laid there next
to each other, my arms still manacled behind my back, motionless,
silent, eyes meeting then shying away, his hand sometimes
grabbing a breasts and fingers sometimes pulling then pinching a
nipple. I didn't mind. It felt good. It all felt good.

Then a "will you look at this! My brother-in-law and my thirteen
year-old daughter in bed together, just having had sex. Shall we
call the cops and have the scum Sam arrested for contributing to
the delinquency of a minor, Sis'?"

"That's not funny, Kate!" Sam managed to grumble out as he roused
a bit, raising up off the bed to stagger over to them "not
fucking funny at all, sister-in-law!" he barked seriously before
cracking up a little and kissing her fully on the mouth as Aunt
Susan joined their hug and kiss "I wonder what the authorities
would think if they knew this minor's own mother was the first to
get to that delicious pussy of hers, what would they say?" the
three of them embracing while giggling.

"Hey, guys, what about me? Please get these handcuffs off me!"

Aunt Susan unlocked the cuffs and pulled me close to her as Mom
and Sam cuddle together next to us on the bed.

"Was Sam okay? He didn't get too rough with you, did he?" I
shaking my head "no" with a "no, not at all; I knew he wouldn't
get too rough with Mom in the next room."
"Smart girl, you are."

"He did fuck me hard on all fours, but that's what I wanted."

"Did you come?"

"Uh-hu. Several times."

"Let me see" and with that Aunt Susan's fingers pried my legs
apart and her fingers plunged deep inside me, frigging me a
little before she pulled them out, smelling them, looking at
them, tasting them "a little blood on them. Are you sure you're
okay?"

"Yeah, Aunt Susan . . . "

"Susan" she corrected me.

"Yeah, Susan, I'm okay. My first, JJ, was just smaller than Sam,
that's all" I replied as her hand once again found my crotch and
her mouth kissed mine for a moment.

"You are so perfectly delicious, Angel! I'm going to eat my
husband's come out of your perfect little twat, okay?" she
stating a statement of fact close to an order and not so close to
a request as her face buried between my legs and her hands
reached up to play with my breasts.

Next to us, Mom was now on top of Sam, riding him. I don't see
how he managed. As little as I knew about men, I know that after
a huge come like Sam just had minutes ago with me that it usually
takes them a while to be able to get it back up. No matter. He
was obviously hard, and Mom was obviously enjoying riding him.

Susan in the meantime couldn't have cared less. Her tongue action
was driving me to orgasm after mini-orgasm. So much so that I was
starting to feel a little crampy.

"Aunt, eeerrrr, Susan, please stop! You're driving me wild!
Please stop, it feels so good, it's almost hurting!"


That remark made Mom and Sam stop for a moment, look at us next
to them, then look at each other, grin, giggle, then go back to
fucking, as Susan raised her head up.

"You're serious?"

"Uh-hu. I've come so much from your tongue that it feels like I'm
getting crampy, almost like I'm reading to start again" she just
grinning at that remark.

"Wanna trade places, then?"

"Sure."

I could taste the mild residue of her own Summer's Eve douche,
despite the fact that Mom must have tried to lick it all out of
her earlier. Propping a pillow under her butt, she asked me to
work my fingers inside her as I ate her, and to try to get my
whole fist inside her if I could. It didn't take long to do so.
My fist disappeared deep inside her cunt, all the way past my
wirstbone. Damn, that was hot! So hot in fact that Mom and Sam
stopped what they were doing, now fucking from the side, to roll
over to be close to Susan and I to watch the action, both just
smiling away at what they were watching.

"Damn, Angel's a natural!" Sam exclaimed to no one inparticular.

"Yes, she is, she certainly is" Mom replied to equally no one in
particular "I gotta get some of that; Angel, when you're through
giving Susan a nice come, your old Mom wants a fisting, too."

"Sure Mom, in a few minutes."


My tongue again found Susan's clit as my fisting of her
continued. I was enjoying every second of it. Sam was right, I
was a natural at it, at sex in general. Mom scooted beside me,
playing with my breasts as Sam entered once again from behind, my
pussy this time being more open and receptive to his cock. As Sam
fucked me from behind and Mom played with my tits as I fisted
Susan, Mom also slipped a single finger in my asshole and probed
a bit. Damn. She knew exactly what to do. Between Sam's cock and
her finger, I couldn't keep my concentration on Susan, so I 
pulled my wrist and fist out of her and moved to the side a bit
to take Sam more fully.

"Eat me, Amy!" Mom barked as she moved around then slid her cunt
under my face as I knelt on all fours once again.

Sam didn't slap my ass this time, just concentrated on his
increasing pace of fucking me deep instead. Mom grabbed by head
by my hair and pulled me even tighter to her open crotch as Aunt
Susan made her way around to suck on Mom's breasts as I did. God,
how much hotter than that could things get? I could see why Mom
had been coming over to their "bridge game" every week for years.
Sam worked his thumb up my ass as his relentless fucking of me
continued, my being able to concentrate on sucking on Mom's clit
and licking her lips just barely stayed as his fucking of me
peaked as my own passion did, he coming once again inside me as I
slightly spurted my very first bit of cyprinne G-spot come, we
all collapsing together on the bed.

For at least five minutes, silence. Mom lightly kissed me as Sam
also did then Susan too as we lay snuggled together, happy.
Susan's hand lightly cupped one breast, Mom my other. Sam's cock
had shrunk to nothing, looking smaller than a baby's in its
little covering of foreskin, my hand lightly teasing it. 

"Have you asked, told her about the party this Saturday night,
Sis?" Susan asked Mom, the peaceful slumbering silence finally
broken.

"What party?" my eyes widening with interest as her words came
forth without thinking.

"No, I hadn't. I was waiting to make sure things worked out
tonight first" Mom replied somewhat sleepily.

"What party?" I asked once more, this time with more serious
tone.

Silence for a moment as Mom pulled me closer to her, kissing my
forehead, with a "we belong to a social club called 'Raleigh
Friends'. It's a swing club that meets once a month at the
Crabtree Valley Holiday Inn. Remember what 'swingers' are from
'The Joy Of Sex'?"

"I . . . I think so."

"Swingers" Susan chirped in as her hand found one of my breasts
"are close friends who get together in a social setting to meet
and greet and have lots of great sex with each other, as
friends."

"Sound cool!"

"The only problem, Angel" Mom continued "is your age. You are
underage. Anyone who has sex with you is committing a crime, and
if found out, could go to jail."

"You know I'd never tell, Mom!"

"That is beside the point, Angel" Sam interjected "it's different
than the four of us or those others whom you trust having sex
with you. These are all adults, with adults needs and wants."

"Meaning that they would probably all want to have sex with me,
right?"

"Not exactly, but more or less, yes" Mom took the floor once more
as her hand played with a free breast of mine Susan being on the
other with her mouth now "just as with us and your siblings, you
can always say 'no', it's just that most there won't know how to
react to you. The youngest member ever allowed was sixteen, she
came to a party on her sixteenth birthday with her parents who
were long-time members, sixteen being the legal age of consent in
North Carolina."

"I know that Mom."

"Anyway, we've been talking with the other couples that run the
club, we're all on 'the board' together, and they feel like as
long as we take certain precautions . . . "

"Like what, Mom?" Aunt Susan now having moved around to be
between my legs once more.

" . . . like keeping you out of the truly public areas, like the
main dance floor and the buffet and bar areas, the areas where
first-timers and those newbies that are curious might see you,
and keep you up in the private party suite  that is run by us and
the other regulars a couple of floors above the dance, that
things should be cool. Also, Angel . . ."

"Yes, Mom?"

"While you can always say 'no', there is an expectation of sex up
in the private party room. Just being honest with you, My Angel,
unless someone really turns you off, there is and will be an
expectation that if someone asks you for sex, unless you really
-really - really find them unattractive, in which case it is fine
to say 'no', that you'll have sex with them, even if it's just
'polite sex' for a moment or two. To be honest with you, Angel,
if this was a year from now, I'd be all for you coming with us.
But you just started having sex very recently. I don't know if
you're ready for this. What do you think?"

Moving my legs to make Aunt Susan quit licking my clit and
sitting up for a second as Mom and them did likewise, I put my
hand to my chin and thought silently for a moment.

"Will you be there, Mom?"

"Uh-hu, and that's another thing. If we go, if you go, everyone
will kind of expect you and I to do a show for them all before
the night is over. Everyone there, all the regulars, will really
get off watching us as a mother-and-daughter twosome."

"Will you guys also be there?"

"Of course" Aunt Susan replied "we're on the board too, the
steering committee, along with your Mom and a half a dozen or so
other couples who helped start the club."

"Another thing, Dear, is that there is a special 'ladies room'
where only women are permitted to enter; no guys at all; in
there, if you decide to go there, it's a given that everyone who
enters will have sex with all the other women who are already
there. You can come and go as you please. But while in there, sex
will be expected of you, giving and receiving, by all the women
in there at that moment."

"Sounds cool, Mom."

"There's also a BDSM room, too" Sam interjected "but that's for
couples only, male female or female female couples only, no
singles permitted. You wouldn't have to visit the BDSM room
unless you really wanted to, of course."

Mom held me close to her breast once more as Sam and Susan joined
us in a nice, laidback group hug.

"So, Angel, would you like to go to the party with us this
Saturday night?" Susan asked.

"Sure, as long as all three of you guys are going too, sure."

"Cool!" Mom exclaimed, trying to sound cool by saying "cool" but
falling short a little bit.

We group kissed and smooched and groped a little more before Mom
noticed it was already passed 10:30PM, half an hour later than
when she normally got home, and made a comment about Aunt Mags
who was our usual babysitter on these nights probably being
irritated because we were already so late. When we got home and
found Aunt Mags and Shithead Brother Bobby and Squirt all in
Mom's bed just playing away, Mags sucking Bobby off while he ate
Squirt out, at least Mom was relieved that Mags wasn't mad with
her for being a little late.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

	The next afternoon she drove me over to Priscilla's, an adult
erotic boutique on Western Blvd., for my party outfit. I had seen
the one Mom was going to wear this coming Saturday many times, in
fact it must have been one of her older outfits period but it
still looked nice; a black leather miniskirt with a tight
front-hook black leather bra and a pair black leather lace-up
boots six inches high or so. Mom found an identical one for me
off the racks of women's leather clothing in the backroom and
took me back into the dressing room to helped me try it on.

	"You're really blossoming out into such a pretty young woman, my
Angel" she whispered as she helped me out of my clothes to try
the leather skirt and bra on.

	"Thanks, Mom. You know, I couldn't have a better Mom in this
whole world."

	"You're just too sweet sometimes" she continued as she felt up
my boobs to make sure the warm black leather bra fit just right.

	"I'm serious, Mom, you're the best!" kissing her fully on the
lips as I said it, she kissing me back, holding me close, taking
a deep breath for a second before pulling away.

	"Enough of that, or we'll do something we should wait until we
get home to do!"


	Then we drove over to "Options", a store I had seen the seen for
out on Hillsboro Street near the Capital and always wondered what
they sold because there were never any cars in the parking lot
but always seemed to be people coming and going in and out of it.
Inside the store, it was amazing. Like Priscilla's, except on
steroids. All sorts of leather whips, paddles, more leather
clothing for men and women, whips, chains, piercing stuff,
nipples clamps, clit rings, paddling benches, stuff I never seen
before.

	"We bought your outfit at Priscilla's because it's the same
quality as here but a lot cheaper; this place is expensive, but
it's the only place in town where we can get your fetish shoes"
she whispered to me knelling close as we made our way to the back
and then to the basement where the shoes where, drawing very
curious glances from the handful of patrons milling about the
store. Down in the basement, Adam, a store clerk that Mom knew by
name, helped me try on several pairs of ankle-high leather shoes
similar to the ones Mom had for her party outfit. Adam was cute.
He played with my feet and calves a little as he helped me find
the correct size of shoe.

	"Adam and his wife Debbie are members of Raleigh Friends, too,
Angel."

	"Cool! So I'll get to see you there, Adam?"

	"Well, Adam didn't know you were coming this Saturday, Angel,
until right now when you told him."

	"Ohhhpppsss, sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to spill the beans"
looking away with sheepish grin.

	"That's okay Angel, I'm cool with it. Ask your Mom, I'm pretty
cool about most things, aren't I, Kate?" Mom smiling in reply but
not saying a word otherwise.


	In the car riding home Mom fussed at me a little about telling
Adam I was going to attend the social, even though he knew Mom
and both were members. "You are underage, Amy, so you need to
keep your participation quiet; tell no one else you're going
unless you ask me first, okay?"

	"Okay, Mom, sure. Mad at me?"

	"Of course not; c'mere" she replied as she held my hand as we
drove down the length of Hillsboro Street back to home.



	Friday night after supper Shithead Brother Bobby went back
outside to play with his friends in the neighborhood and Squirt
left the kitchen to go sit on the couch in the living room and
play some Nintendo. Helping Mom clean the table and put stuff in
the dishwasher, we made small talk about the upcoming festivities
tomorrow.

	"Are you nervous, Angel?"

	"Mom, I really think you're more nervous than I am. Like you
were the other night at Sam and Susan's. I was looking forward to
it, and you were definitely more nervous than me."

	She shot me a look between deep thought and possible
recognition. "I suppose you're right, Hon'. We're walking a fine
line and playing a potentially dangerous game, taking you to the
party tomorrow. If someone gets upset or has a bad reaction to
you being there, I could go to jail, could lose you kids, all
sorts of bad things could happen."

	"Then maybe I shouldn't go?"

	"No, I've thought a lot about it ever since that first night I
caught you and the brats in the tent and we played spin the
bottle together. I knew then that you would probably join me in
all my activities. This is what I want, Hon'. This is who I am, a
sexually free woman. At thirteen and having sex for just a few
weeks, you are also quite the sexually free young woman. You are
simply amazing. I've told you the truth about what the party is
going to be like. As long as it's what you want, then you should
go."

	"You're sure, Mom? If you don't think I'm ready, like you said,
I could always wait a few months or even another year or more. I
wouldn't mind. Now that I'm part of the fun with you and Aunt
Susan and Uncle Sam, I really enjoy that, that's enough for me.
And maybe JJ or another boy or two and maybe trying to seduce
Melissa (JJ's sister) too."

	"The decision is really yours. You don't have to decide now. You
can decide tomorrow, and if decide not to go, that'll be fine."

	"Thanks, Mom" I replied in earnest while dropping the last dirty
fork in the dishwasher's silverware basket and then reaching over
to hug and kiss her "but I've already made up my mind; I want to
go."

	"Okay then, but you'll have to do exactly as I say when we get
there."

	"Not a problem."

	
	Mom and I made our way to her bedroom for a little fun. We
stopped by the living room to ask Squirt if she wanted to join us
and she busy with "Tanks Of Doom" not bothering to turn to look
at us replied "maybe later, Mom". In the bedroom we leisurely
undressed and got under the covers to kiss and smooch a little.
Mom started telling me about the history of the club as our hands
mutually exchanged pleasant touchings under the cool sheets.

	"Your father and I almost broke up over his cheating the second
year we were married, just after I had you. I got him to agree
that he could have one or two girlfriends on the side, but no
more random cheating. You were small then, an infant, and taking
care of an infant is exhausting, especially considering I was
working too. I wasn't too sexual then. Aunt Susan and I hadn't
fooled around in some years, mainly because she had moved away."

	"Did you ever cheat on Dad, Mom?"

	"No, not really. After you got a little older, the next year
when you were eighteen months old or so, Aunt Susan moved back to
town, and we began our physical relationship again, in earnest.
She didn't have a boyfriend then, so we'd get together once or
twice a week to have sex. Your father kept his word and only had
one or two regular girlfriends. He and I didn't have sex much
then, sometimes, not much. But it was soon after that that I got
pregnant with your brother. I knew it was your Dad's because I
only been with Susan."

	"But Mom, you were going to tell me about how you helped start
Raleigh Friends?"

	"Uh, yeah. After I had Bobby, a year or so after that, your Aunt
Susan and I had met at the house for a 'nooner' when your Dad
unexpectedly also came home, something he never did during the
day. He caught us dead-to-rights. Huge fight. Huge blow-up.
Almost split up with him right then. I pointed out that I had
allowed him his girlfriends on the side. He said he loved me. I
did love him, always have, always will. Susan didn't have a
regular boyfriend. He wanted a threesome with Susan and me. I
agreed, but only if he gave up screwing his girlfriends. The
threesome became a weekly thing, much like our weekly fun with
Susan and Sam is now. Then one day he brought home some swinger's
magazines. I agreed we would try to meet some other couples. I
love your father, but one man, one woman, has never been enough
for me. I know that now."

	"But about the club?"

	"I'm getting to that, Angel" Mom playfully chided me as she
tickled my ribs a bit as we snuggled naked under the cover "we
answered an ad, that first ad, and damned if the couple who had
placed the ad didn't turn out to be Dr. Jenkins who had been my
OB/GYN for years and who had delivered both you and Bobby and his
wife Karen. Talk about a shock. We swung with them the first
night we got together with them at their house, and from there
they introduced us to the circle of other swinging friends, about
six or seven couples then. We'd get together at their house about
once a month for a house party and swing. They have a large house
over in Country Club Acres off Glenwood, huge house, ten bedrooms
or so. From those handful of couples, our network of couples we
swung with just grew and grew. Eventually it got so big we had to
move the party to a hotel. So we started 'Raleigh Friends' as a
public front swing club so we could get good rates on banquet
facilities and rooms and such. Your Dad and I and the Jenkins'
and about six or seven couples that had been together from the
start, from the early days of meeting at the Jenkins' mansion,
became the core membership."

	"Mom?"

	"Yes, Angel?" her hand now rubbing my pussy easily under the
covers.

	"If you and Dad liked swinging so much, why did you get a
divorce?"

	Her hand stopped its rubbing and she pulled away for a moment,
propping up on one elbow to look at me intently, thinking so hard
her forehead was wrinkling.

	"After I got pregnant with Janie, your Dad swore she wasn't his.
I had screwed a lot of guys by then, Ang'. Even using my pills
religiously, they don't work 100% all the time, a fact you have
to remember, too. Blood tests then a genetic test proved your Dad
is Squirt's father too, but that caused a lot of friction for
some reason. Then your Dad got possessive. He wanted continuous
threesomes and moresomes with me and other women, but didn't want
me screwing other guys without him there though he wanted to be
able to screw other women 'closed' meaning without me there and
didn't want me seeing Susan by myself for hers and mine usual
weekly times. He just got very insecure and very controlling.
When I resisted, he said he wanted to quit swinging altogether. I
told him 'no', that I wasn't going to quit. So he found someone
else who was more compatible with what he wanted, and left me,
left us."

	Dead silence in the room for the longest time. Her hand once
again made its way between my legs as she lightly kissed me.

	"Thanks, Mom, for telling me the truth. Are you ever going to
get married again? Are you going to marry Frank?"

	"No, I'm not going to marry Frank. Frank has a schlong the size
of a horse's . . ."

	"Mom!" I shot back with unexpected surprise and little giggle.

	". . . but he's just a friend and a good fuck, that's all. Get
married again? I don't know, Angel, maybe, maybe not. If  I fall
in love again with someone, sure."

	"Thanks for telling me all this, Mom."

	"Sure, Baby, you needed to know anyway. Would you like a little
head, or some dildo play before we go to sleep? It's a big day
tomorrow."

	"If it's okay, can we just hold each other and go to sleep?"

	"Sure, Hon', that's fine. I'm tired a little anyway.

	As we snuggled even closer to each other, her breathing matched
mine and mine hers and slumber then sweetest dreams of dreams
fulfilled came quickly.

++++++++++++++++++

	Beulah, a neighbor and single mom with two young children of her
own from a few houses down that picked up extra money from
babysitting occasionally arrived promptly at noon. Aunt Mags was
also a member of Raleigh Friends and would be going to this
social so she couldn't babysit Shithead and Squirt, so Mom hired
Beulah to let Bobby and Janie basically stay at her house until
we got back the following afternoon. I couldn't wait.

	Mom and I had douched together, showered together, shaved our
legs together,  put perfume on together, dressed in our identical
black leather miniskirt and bra and shoes outfits together, and
now were wearing identical London Fog-style raincoats as wraps in
the searing North Carolina summer heat together albeit in the
comfort of the air conditioning in our house as Beulah came to
fetch my two brat siblings. Mom had warned both time and again
about not talking about our sex play, no matter to whom or what
reason for, it was a no-no. Her own kids were younger and Bobby
always protested staying with her and them, but it was understood
he could stay out until dark then he had to go to Beulah's house
to spend the night which was okay with him.

	In the car driving up Blue Ridge Road to the hotel Mom lightly
squeezed my breasts for a second through my overcoat  with a
"ready, Angel?" as a transfer truck passed by and a trucker got
an accidental eyeful "uh-hu, yeah, I'm ready, Mom."

	Dr. Jenkins, Harold, and his wife Karen were already in the
ballroom helping set things up when we got there, as were three
or four other couples. Dr. Jenkins gave me more than a friendly
hug with a "nice to see you, Amy! I'm so glad you could make it"
a sentiment also being echoed by his wife Karen, a mid-forty-ish
lady with pulled-back hair and large breasts and a bit plump but
not overweight and smelling of an expensive perfume who gently
groped my ass a little as she hugged me with a "my daughter
Cynthia is also anxious to meet you" coming from her as well.

	Cynthia was the youngest member of the club, besides me now I
guess, at nineteen. She was the one Mom told me about who
celebrated her sixteenth birthday at a Raleigh Friends party by
going on a one-woman orgy as her parents looked on.

	Adam, the clerk from the "Options" leather store and his wife
Debbie were also there, they also giving me intimate hugs as Adam
introduced me to his wife who kissed me full on the lips. She was
tall, thin, blond, small boobed, pretty in her sheer silk party
dress and white high heels. I kissed her back. "Karen, your
daughter is so preciouis!" she shouted at Mom as Mom talked with
Dr. Jenkins as they sat up the table for the tickets in front of
the screens which blocked plain view of the dancefloor in the
ballroom from someone casually walking by. "Yes, she is, thanks,
Debbie!" Mom politely shot back as her and Dr. Jenkins continued
talking.

	Aunt Mags and Mom's boyfriend Frank came in, apparently as a
couple. Frank tried to hug me, but I held my arms tight to my
chest and resisted a little. He looked disappointed but didn't
say anything. Mags hugged and kissed me hard and I her back.

	I walked over to the stage area where a couple of other couples
were busy stringing cables together and playing roadie for the
sound and DJ equipment. Ben and Denise were a Greek-looking
couple in their mid-thirties. Ben eyed me like a fox eyes a
chicken before eating it, Denise smiling at his lecherous playing
with me as we also exchanged hugs and polite kisses. Mom was
right; at the social, it's hugs and kisses, not handshakes. Bill
and Joan were busy playing with getting the lights just right.
Bill was an older man in his fifties at least, Joan was a busty
brunette with thick glasses maybe in her late thirties. "You look
so much like my daughter Samantha when she was your age, she's
grown now" Bill couldn't help but mutter when we exchanged hugs.

Another middle-aged couple, Greg and Mary Anne, were busy at the
bar area getting all the bottles and mixers and ice ready. They
looked their ages definitely, though Greg had most of his hair it
looked like a bad plug job or rug and a bad dye job too, and he
did have that middle-aged beer gut. Yeccchhh! She was sweet,
looking a lot like my Granny Campbell who died before I was born,
having only photos of her. "Thanks for coming, Angel" was all she
said as he lips lightly kissed mine as we hugged before she went
back to her pre-bartending duties. 

Terry and Angela were the youngest couple there by far, so far,
both in the early to mid twenties I'd guess, younger than even
Adam and Debbie I think. Terry had a beard which scratched my
face a little when he hugged me, and  Angela made no bones about
things she was hoping for when she placed one of my hands
squarely on her boob through her halter top and said aloud not
whispered to all to hear that she really wanted to meet me later
in the women's room for some fun. I just smiled at her, replied
"sure, maybe", and let them get back to their own chores which
was arranging the tables off to the side to clear out an area for
dancing in the middle of the floor.

	Mom and the Jenkins' were sitting behind the cashier's desk,
actually an old beat-up fold-up table with a money box and roll
of theater-type tickets and a pile of blank nametags with the
"Raleigh Friend"  logo printed on the them  and some other stuff
atop it, when I made my way back over to her. They were engrossed
in conversation but stopped as I got in earshot. "Time for your
ID, kiddo" Dr. Jenkins sweetly barked at me. He lead me over to
behind the privacy screen which protected the private party from
prying eyes to a space where a red seamless backdrop had been
placed behind a bar stool and a Polaroid camera in front of it,
patting the bar stool in a gesture for me to sit on it. The
camera flashed at me and spit out a passport-type photo, which
Dr. Jenkins then slipped into a machine which then spit out my
newly-minted membership card and ID with my photo on it,  "Angel
Green, member since 1989, Raleigh Friends" with the logo of
Raleigh Friends faint in the foreground. 

	Putting his arm around my shoulder as we walked back around the
corner of the screens, he asked "Mom went over the ground rules
with you?" asking a question he obviously knew the answer to.

	"Uh-hu."

	"Any questions you want to ask me in private, out of ear shot of
your Mom? It's okay. Just ask."

	"Can we go somewhere to talk for a moment, Dr. Jenkins?"

	"Sure. Let me go tell your Mom that I need some help bring the
last bit of stuff up from the car. We can talk on the way there
and back."

	As we walked down to the parking lot, I told him the story she
had told me about her and Dad and asked if it was true. He asked
how. I replied about how they got into swinging, and why they got
a divorce.

	"Uh, yeah, that's pretty much true."

	"Pretty much? I thought so. What part wasn't true, Dr.Jenkins?"

	"Harold. Call me Harold, and Mrs. Jenkins, Karen. I'm not sure I
can say."

	I placed the boxes of records and CD's back in the trunk of his
car as traffic out on Glenwood wizzed nearby. "Please, Harold,
the truth. I deserve it, don't I?"

	He thought for a moment as his eyes scanned my face. "Yes, you
do. At the time of the breakup, your father experimented with
men. Your mother loves women and men, but won't be with a man
whose ever been with another man. Your father tried men, found
out he didn't like men, but by then it was too late. Your mother
wouldn't have a thing to do with him. That's the truth, Angel."

	"Thank you Doc. . . thanks, Harold. Can we talk for another
couple of minutes?"

	"Sure. Let's sit in the car for a while if you want."

	He turned on the a/c of his older Lexus as we sat on the front
seat together. The cold air felt good. My leather skirt and bra
was very warm underneath my thin but waterproof London Fog trench
coat wrap. "What is you want to talk about, Amy?"

	I just smiled at him and reached for his hand. He seemed
pleased. "Are you going to want to have sex with me tonight,
Harold?" He seemed a little surprised at my question but quickly
recovered.

	"Uh, yeah, yes, Angel, I was hoping to. Karen and I both."

	"That's cool, I'd like that, just wanted to ask."

	"Your Mom told you that probably many men and women would want
to make love to you tonight, didn't she?" asking another question
he already knew the answer to.

	"She said lots of club members would probably want to have sex
with me, that's what she said" he laughing a little at that
remark.

	"Anything else?"

	"Nope, that's all. We better get this stuff inside before the
heat warps the CD's, Harold."

	
	Back inside Mom was waiting for me in the lobby. She had our
room keys and was ready to go upstairs. Dr. Jenkins and I dropped
the records and CD's off at the ballroom as Karen joined us as we
four went upstairs. Upstairs, Karen had already done most of the
work for the private party room, which was actually a
three-bedroom suite that also was theirs for tonight. A
computer-printed B&W sign on a piece of paper read "Private
Party; By Invitation Only" taped to their door. The room next to
it read "Power Room" and to the other side a door had a sign that
read "Women's Room / Women Only". Leaving Dr. and Mrs. Jenkins in
their room, we walked four or five doors past the Women's Room to
our room. Mom had already brought our stuff up. My suitcase was
on one of the two double beds in the room.

	"What did you and Dr. Jenkins talk about?" she asked with
intensity but not anger.

	"I asked him about the real reason you and Dad split up, and he
told me. I hope you ain't mad at him or me, he wouldn't have told
if I hadn't asked him, Mom."

	"No, I'm not mad" she almost cried as she stepped quickly to me
as I stopped dragging stuff out of my suitcase as she hugged me
close "I should have told you the truth the other night, but I
didn't think you'd understand."

	"Well, Mom, I do understand. No more fibs between us ever again,
okay?"

	"Sure, Sweetie, and thanks for not being mad at your old Mom."

	"How could I ever really get angry with you, Mom? You are my Mom
and I love you." 

	"I love you too, Baby" she cooed as she kissed me deeply and I
her, we easing on to my bed, nudging the suitcase out of the way
"would my darling daughter like a little warm-up fun before
tonight? It'll be several hours before the party really starts in
the private room. We could go check the BDSM and women's rooms to
see anyone's in there yet? Probably not yet, it's way early. Most
couples won't start arriving until after five and the dance won't
wind down until after ten. Certain members may be wandering in
and out from time to time, but it'll get really boring up here
for you. Wanna little warm-up, my Angel?"

	"Sure, Mom."

	We took our black leather skirts and bras off and slid the
suitcases to the floor. Mom got out my little six inch vibrator
and began using it on me along with her tongue atop my clit. I
was definitely getting warmed up. My eyes closed and I just let
the rhythm of Mom working the plastic dick inside me take over.
Nice. The hum of the tiny motor filled the room along with my
growing scent. Then it stopped.

	"Shit, I mean shoot, damn it! Sorry Hon', but it's already
four-thirty. Harold and Karen are expecting me downstairs, I
gotta help run the check-in for the dance. Are you hungry?"

	"Uh, yeah."

	"Just go downstairs to the restaurant and order anything you
want. Show them your room key and tell them you want to charge it
to the room. Or you can order room service, the menu's on the
desk there beside the teevee. I gotta run, Baby, I shall see you
in about four hours. I know you understand about not being
allowed to come to the dance . . . "

	"I do Mom, it's okay."

	"But if you need for anything, come to the desk at the ballroom,
if I'm not there whoever is manning it will know where I'm at."

	"Okay, Mom, I'll be fine, seriously."

	"I know you will, Baby; and it's okay to wander down to women's
room or BDSM room or the private party room. Remember what we
talked about, about do's and don't and expectations."

	"I remember, Mom. Go have fun. I'll see you later tonight."

	"You're a darling daughter, Baby" she cooed as she worked to put
her leather skirt and bra back on as she kissed me good-bye and
her outercoat wrapped around her.



	I flipped through the channels but nothing was on teevee worth
watching. The entire floor was eerily quiet. I wasn't hungry,
just bored, so decided to go down to the restaurant to  get
something to eat. Putting my own leather outfit back on, my nice
trenchcoat over that for modesty, I walked down the hall towards
the elevator. At the door to the Jenkins' room, the private party
room, a couple I didn't recognize tried to gain entry to it with
their room card. The door wouldn't open. Something smelled funny.
I walked past them like I was going down the hall instead. They
tried the doors to the power and women's rooms but their key-card
wouldn't work. They got frustrated and left. As they got on the
elevator, I turned around and went back. Trying the doors to the
party and power rooms, my own key-card worked fine, but there
wasn't anyone in either,  then I tried the doorlock on  the
women's room too and it clicked open as well.

	Inside the women's room were the two double beds shoved together
along with a rollaway bed pushed beside them at the end to make
one large bed. The teevee was going full blast, an X-rated tape
playing scorching on the screen. And on the bed was a pert, cute,
perky young girl with slightly auburn hair shoulder-length and
nice 34C or so breasts and a thin waist and no behind to speak of
who didn't look a whole lot older than me, naked as the
proverbial jaybird, eating pizza from a box and drinking RC cola
from a hotel plastic cup.

	"Hi, I'm Angel, and you are?"

	"I can see you're Angel" she slightly sarcastically shot back as
she touched my newly-minted Raleigh Friends ID badge on the lapel
of my coat "actually, I knew you were coming, I've heard a lot
about you, I'm Cynthia, Harold and Karen's daughter" she chirped
as she leaned over to obligatorily kiss and hug me.

	"I've heard a lot about you, too, Cynthia."

	"Call me 'Cyn', everyone else does."

	"Yeah, my name is really Amy, but everyone calls me Angel."

	"Good to meet you, Angel; want some pizza?"

	"Sure. I was headed down to the restaurant, but if you've got
extra. . ."

	"I've got plenty; take your coat off and sit down; like X-rated
lesbian stuff?"

	"I love X-rated lesbian stuff!"

	"Yeah, from what I hear, you really do" me shooting her a look
of slight smart-ass-ed-ness "so, you really just thirteen?"

	"Uh-hu. And you really lost your virginity at a club meeting on
your sixteenth birthday?"

	"Well, actually" she continued as I slipped off my leather bra
and skirt to get naked with her and grabbed a slice of pizza as I
scooted close to her "I had lost my virginity some months before,
to my then-boyfriend who was my age, we'd screw a couple of times
a week; I always knew Mom and Dad were swingers, and after my
boyfriend and I broke up like two weeks before my sixteenth
birthday, it was me who asked them if I could attend a social.
They were really hesitant at first, but considering I was to be
'legal' by then, they eventually said yes. And the rest is
history. So, you're really, really just thirteen?"

	I couldn't help but shoot her a slightly irritated look.

	"Damn, girl, you sure don't look just thirteen" as a slightly
greasy hand found one of my breasts as she squeezed and played
with a little, giggling a little while she did, me smiling back
at her as she did.

	"Well, I am. Just thirteen. So, why you up here by yourself?" I
continued as I grabbed another slice of pizza.

	"Same reason you are. I'm not 21. Mom and Dad are really nervous
about anyone under 21 being at the dance, mainly 'cause they have
an open bar and are afraid if anyone under 21 is caught being at
the dance, there'd be hell to pay with the cops and the ABC
Board."

	"So it's just us for now?"

	"Probably for a couple of hours. The regulars will start
filtering up around seven or eight, in and out. But yeah, you and
me for now. Wanna fool around some?"

	"Sure. You're pretty."

	"Awww, don't hand me that. I might be okay looking, but you're
cute. You're going to be the star of the party later. You and
your Mom really gonna do a scene for everyone in the party room
later?"

	"Uh-hu."

	"Damn. I always wished my Mom would let she and I fool around
some, but she and Dad both are squeamish about me being their
daughter and all. But  I bet Dad's already made his reservation
with you to fuck you later, hasn't he?"

	I just grinned as my fist playfully tapped her on the shoulder,
she grinning at me before turning to grab and pull me down on the
bed, kissing me deeply as we smiled at each other.

	"I'm on my period now, Angel; will that bother you?" she
whispered through our kisses.

	"Naw, my Mom and I fool around all the time on our periods, not
a problem."

	"Let me go get a towel first. When I come back, wanna give me
some head, pull my Tampax out with your teeth?" she grinning like
the proverbial chesire cat.

	"Sure."


	We slid the towel under her butt as I lay beside her. I was in
no rush and neither was she. Our hands roamed as we kissed, our
mouths sucked breasts as our hands roamed more still, her teeth
lightly chewing on my nipples.

	"Now, Angel, now."

	My mouth found her cunt, my teeth found her string as I tugged
on it making a show of pulling it out as she raised up a little
to watch the proceedings. 

	"God, Angel, you are so frigging hot!"

	My tongue slurped at her menstrual essence. She tasted a little
saltier than either Mom or Aunt Susan or Aunt Mags during their
"time". One then two then three fingers entered inside her,
frigging her at a nice even pace. She began bucking her hips into
my face, obviously enjoying it. My hand was red with her blood,
my tongue was covered in its tastes, sounds coming from her cunt
and mouth told of passions releasing.

	"God, Angel, where did you learn to do that? Jezzzz!!!! Stop!
Don't stop! I mean 'stop' !"

	I did stop, but not before driving her to two more nice orgasms,
sliding up to kiss her fully on the mouth to share her primal
flow with her, she sucking my tongue and face and hands clean of
the rouge coloration. 

	"Angel, my Angel; what a wonderful partner you are."

	"And you are as well, Cyn'."

	"That was wonderful. Would you like me to do you next?"

	"Uh-hu."

	She slipped between my legs and made herself at home. Her tongue
was as expertly used as you would expect a biwoman who's been
swinging for years to be. My eyes closed and I relaxed as she
ministered to me, to my erotic needs. Her tongue lapped
occasionally at my anal bud before finding its place back up at
my clit, she also kissing the inside of my thighs very tenderly,
very passionately. My little orgasms came and went like small
gentle waves washing over the beach.

	She stopped for a moment and looked up at me. I grinned at her
through sleepy half-open eyes.

	"My tongue and jaw is getting tired. Sorry."

	"No problem" the clock on the nightstand now reading almost
seven o'clock, a full forty-five minutes later than when she
started giving me head "wanna go take a shower together?"

	"Yeah, that'd be nice."

	We took a steamy hot shower together, washing the ironic residue
what was left of it off us both, playing a little yeah but more
just washing, working Nivea cream onto drying skin once we got
out of the shower stall, she putting a fresh Tampax in as she
rested a foot atop the closed lid of the elongated commode as I
helped her balance, we both being a little woozy still from all
our fun.

	Changing tapes out in the combination TV/VCR, Cyn plopped back
on the bed with me as what was left of the pizza began suffering
major damage once more. We sat close to each other as a lesbian
orgy tape began playing on the screen before us. Then a couple of
ladies in their late thirties or so, one in an old housecoat then
other one wearing just a plain dress, came into the room.

	"Angel, this is Suzette, and this is Barbara, they're long-time
members", the customary kisses and hugs being exchanged as
Suzette slid out of her dress and Barbara out of her old
housecoat as they climbed on to the bed with us "Barbara,
Suzette, this is Angel, Karen's daughter", pleasantries
continuing to be exchanged as they started kissing each other and
roaming hands on the bed next to us. I wasn't sure what to do
next, if anything. Cyn and I just sat there and watched. Cyn
could tell I was puzzled a little, and evidently so could Suzette
and Barbara.

	"You two just ignore us, we just came in to get away from our
husbands for a while, just go on and have your own fun" Barbara
playfully shooed at us. 

	"Wanna go back to my room?"

	"Sure, where is it?"

	"Just five doors down."

	I put on my coat with nothing underneath as Cyn slipped on an
old brown plastic raincoat, just something to make herself decent
in case anyone in the public hallway who wasn't a member of the
club came along. She put her arm around me as we entered myroom.

	"It's nice having someone at least close to my own age as a
member now, Ang'" she said as her coat dropped to the floor and
we climbed on my bed, snuggling up under the top sheet "don't get
me wrong, I have a lot of fun at the parties, with men and women,
but, I dunno."

	"I know what you mean. Mom and I party each week with her sister
and her sister's husband, I've only just started doing it with
them, done it a couple of times, and I know what you mean, I feel
a little odd being there sometimes, they're so much older than
me" my words escaping almost involuntarily as my mouth found my
friend's once more.

	"You wanna know something?"

	"Sure!" I replied through muffled lips.

	"Your Mom was my first, my first woman I mean, my first woman
ever, that night of my sixteenth birthday."

	"Cool, I mean, totally cool!"

	"Yeah, she's a special lady. You're very lucky to have her for a
mom."

	"Uh-hu, I know I am. Now kiss me, Cyn, kiss me."

	She grinned as she kissed me even more deeply. My heart felt
light. My passions were rising. Then Mom walked in. Walked in
with a guy.

	"Oh, uuhhhh, Angel, this is Toby, Toby, this is my daughter
Angel, and her friend, Cynthia" her temporary beau being six four
and lean and handsome and couldn't have been twenty-two if that
"girls, just ignore us, we're just going to do a quickie and then
head back to the dance" Toby whipping out his cock through his
zipper'd tight jeans and Mom without any foreplace just jumping
atop him riding his cock for a few moments as Cyn and I continued
our play on the opposite bed four feet from them.

	"Karen, uhhh, can we ask your daughter and her friend to join
us?"

	"No, not right now; I want your come, Baby, all to myself; maybe
later in the party room, you and Gloria can play with us if you'd
like, but I want you all to myself right now."

	"Okay, not a problem" his voice trailed off as Mom rode him like
the stallion he was. Cyn and I both had stopped our lovemaking
and just watched the two of them next to us. His cock was huge
and thick and hard as a pole. I couldn't resist. I got up from
Cyn, stood next to the bed next to Mom and looked at her, she
smiling at me, indicating it was okay. Cyn kissed him as he lay
under Mom and my hand grabbed his cock and held it for Mom to
ride better, working it a little as Mom fucked him faster still.
He couldn't take it, and came almost immediately. Mom got off,
got off of Toby I mean to say, kissed me with a quick "thank
you", pulled her miniskirt back down and put her London Fog back
on and almost literally drug a still-somewhat-firm Toby out the
door and back to the dance floor, Cyn and I just giggling as she
did.

	"Is this what these parties are like, Cyn? Just constant fucking
all night long?"

	"Uh-hu" she replied as we put our overcoats back on "I know your
Mom had 'the talk' with you; you can say 'no', but it's pretty
much fuck when you're asked and the nice part about that is
whoever you see you wanna be with, just ask and they'll more than
likely agree to be with you, it's kinda the unwritten rule."

	"Cool beans. Let's go see if Barb and Suzette are through."

	"Let's stop by the Power Room first."

	" 'K."

	No one was in the Power Room, all the whips and such untouched
still, but her dad was in the private party room all by himself,
the private party room being also his and his wife's room for the
night, he changing clothes to a leather biker's type outfit,
black full chaps and all.

	"I think you two have an appointment to keep; I'll see you after
a while, Ang'; enjoy my Dad, from what I hear he's pretty good"
she turning around and quickly exiting as I stood in the doorway
of one of the three bedrooms which was his and his wife's private
bedroom for the night, leaving me there with an overcoat and a
smile. Dr. Jenkins turned around more to face me. I dropped my
coat to the floor and stood naked before him. He wasn't bad
looking for his age.

	"I'm expected back shortly at the dance, Angel; do you want
something?"

	"I thought we said we'd screw tonight" I replied in my most
grown-up voice.

	"We did, but we have all night, and if not tonight, we'll have
plenty of chances to make love in the future. Did you want
something else?"

	I wasn't sure what to say or do next, so I went with my
instinct, walking over to him, grabbing his cock through his
leather codpiece, leaning up to kiss him "I've got a feeling I'm
going to be r-ea-l busy tonight, Harold; if you want to screw me,
screw me now, while you have the chance" my tone my best Marlene
Dietrich. 

	"You are a hot little minx aren't you, Angel?" his hands
starting to feel me up as he also tried to get out of his leather
garb "okay, sure, I don't have much time, but I'll make some time
for you, for a triple play . . . now, to your knees."

	I had no idea what a "triple play" was but I soon found out.
Dropping to my knees as ordered, he grabbed my ears with either
hand and roughly shoved his cock in my mouth, fucking it much
like Uncle Sam did to me the other night. No problem.

	"Stand up, little minx bitch!" he barked, I complying. He sat
down on the edge of the bed, naked now, and felt me up as he
pleased, roughly playing with budding but filling breasts before
shoving his hand all the way up inside me, working it for a
moment, a "I see you and my daughter have already had some fun,
good, on the bed on your back, now."

	His weight and size almost smothered me as he plopped on top of
me. His cock looked decent-sized, even big to a point, but felt
small inside me. I felt it start to become limp after a few
moments of him riding atop me. His breathing was becoming heavier
and heavier. I was starting to worry about him having a heart
attack while on top of me.

	"On all fours, now" he once again barked another command. Then I
felt something cold and slick hit my anus as he began lubricating
it with Probe or some other sex lubricant. Then I heard him open
a condom wrapper and knew I was going to get my first assfuck.
Not that I hadn't expected not to get at least one tonight, I
just wanted to pick whom I had it with. I guess I had, in a way.
Mouth, pussy, now my ass, my first triple play. 

He just shoved it in without any further words or foreplay, all
the way in, at least it wasn't a huge one like Uncle Sam's or the
one I saw on Toby earlier. I felt some anal muscles almost pop
like my vaginal muscles did the first time with JJ and then later
when Uncle Sam used his monster tool on me, and this time they
really -  really hurt. But no matter. Dr. Jenkins reached around
for a moment and tried to play with my pussy some as he continued
his assfuck of me, but his breathing started getting heavier once
more. 

Shoving my face down into the mattress, he grabbed my asscheeks
and with three big pushes as deep as he could shove it in me,
came with a deep sigh before bopping up beside the bed, kissing
me on the side of my face with a "that was great, Angel, maybe we
get together you me and Karen later tonight, got to run back
downstairs, there's douches and enemas and liquid soap and all in
the bathroom if you want to get cleaned up, it was really nice,
thanks kiddo, see you later" and with that he was gone. 

	I just laid and softly sobbed to myself for a few moments. I'm
not sure why. This man had delivered me thirteen years ago, had
been the first human being to see me ever as I came out of my
mother's womb. If it hadn't been for him, maybe I wouldn't be
here. Maybe I would have died as a stillbirth. I knew he was a
loving and caring physician and person as well, but somehow I
felt a little brutalized by his directness and intensity. I had
asked him to do so with me. 

My hiney-hole hurt, but that wasn't the reason why in felt the
way I did. I felt used and abused, and I'm not sure why. I had
"seduced" him, offered myself to him, after all. Maybe. Maybe
not. This entire week Mom had more or less told me I was going to
have to submit to him, which I did, and did so willingly, just
like I was going to be with his wife later that night. No
problem. Is this what swinging was all about? Intense, quick sex
with people you have no emotional attachment to? I wasn't sure.
I'm not sure. Maybe, maybe not. 

Mom and I and Susan and Sam and all were different. We were
family, and loved each other. Even Shithead brother and Squirt
sister. But this was different. Sex for sex' sakes. I did enjoy
being with Cyn, making love to her moments after we met, and Dr.
Jenkins as rushed and rough as he was still it was fun fucking
him and being fucked by him. What the hey, in for a penny, in for
a pound. Thankfully my sobbing had stopped when Cyn made her way
back into her parent's room.

	"You okay, Angel?"

	"Yeah, I'm okay."

	"So, how was my Dad?"

	"Wonderful. I mean 'great'. He was a damn good fuck, Cyn, that's
how he was" I replied as tears almost welled back up to my eyes
as we kissed as she lay down on the bed with me.

	"Yeah, that's what I've heard. But he won't fuck me, his own
daughter, for shit. Oh, well."

	"Yeah, oh well."

	We just held each other close on the bed for a while. My hand
went between her legs and playfully tugged at her string, she
smiling without words back at me. We kissed softly. Then a little
more. Then our privacy was interrupted once more as  a couple
came into the main living room part of the suite off from our
bedroom, clomping around and making noises as they looked for
something. Cyn rose to get up to see who it was and what they
wanted as they barged their way into our bedroom.

	"Angel, these are McClambs, Derrick and Etta, Derrick, Etta,
this is Angel, Kate's daughter" Cyn finishing her intros; as much
as anything, tonight had been like a continuing lesson from Miss
Manners, but it was nice in its own way.

	The McClambs were a nice-looking couple in their early thirties
or so. She was very nice looking, well-groomed, hair done nice,
pleasant face, nice breasts, nice make-up, in a nice evening
dress more than a party dress,  he in a three piece suit and tie
with beard yes but neatly combed and trimmed, both very
professional looking and in mannerism as well.

	"Good to meet you, Angel, we talked with your Mom downstairs and
she mentioned you were with us tonight, it's very nice to meet
you" Derrick smiled as he shook my hand instead of the usual hug
and kiss routine as he stood beside the bed and reached over to
take my hand, she also doing to the same in turn, their mutual
slight Scottish accents being pleasant to the ear.

	"It is my, our, pleasure to meet you, Angel; perhaps we can get
together later, after the dance is through, if you'd like."

	"Yes, that would nice" I found myself expressing without
reservation.

	"Cynthia, your father sent us up here to look for the trophies
and award ribbons, do you have any idea where they are?"

	"Yeah, they should be in the trunk of Dad's Lexus, I know he
didn't bring them in."

	"Uh-hu" I interjected "I saw them earlier when we went to fetch
the CD's and records, but didn't think about getting them."

	"We'll run along then, nice to meet you, Angel, good seeing you
again, Cynthia, see you both later perhaps."

	"Uh-hu" Cyn replied happily as she scooted back on the bed with
me.

	"Trophies? Ribbons?" I couldn't help but ask.

	"Yeah, for the King & Queen of this month's social; whichever
couple wins it also gets a free year's membership extension and a
free social next month.

	"Oh, okay" I couldn't help but reply absentmindedly.

	"Watcha wanna do next? Things will start getting busy very
soon."

	"Could we spend some more time alone?"

	"The only way we can be alone is if you want to borrow your
Mom's credit card and get us our own room."

	"Smart ass!" my hand snuggying her shoulder as I laughed at her
attempted wit "what about the women's room again?"

	"It's filling up, women coming and going a lot now, but sure, if
you want."


	There was a pile of at least twelve or more women atop the
combined beds in various stages and combinations of lovemaking.
Too much and too many for me right then. We went back to my room,
but Mom was going at it with a couple hard and heavy, so hard and
heavy she didn't bother to introduce us, so we left there as well
and went basically next door to the BDSM room. No one was in
there at the moment. Privacy for a short while.

	"You into this stuff, Cyn?" I asked as I fiddled and played with
the assortment of whips, floggers, cat o' nine tails, paddles,
razor strops, canes and more that lay about in the room, she also
picking the odd item up and flashing it through the air near me,
giggling as she did.

	"Not really; you?"

	"I've been having sex only for the past few weeks, Cyn" she
shooting me a look of "who's being a smartass now?" in reply "my
Uncle Sam did handcuff my wrists behind my back and fuck me hard
to other night, the first night I was allowed to be a full
participant with Mom and he and Aunt Susan; it was kinda fun, I
geuss, he really seemed to enjoy it."

	"Yeah, most guys do; they think they can do things to us when
we're tied up that they couldn't do if we weren't, silly guys."

	"Yeah, silly guys" I whispered with deep sigh in reply.

	"Wanna play a bit?"

	"Naw, I think like you say things should be happening more soon.
Let me go ask Mom when she and I are supposed to do our 'show'."

	In the few minutes between the couple in there earlier had left
and Mom was with a new couple also going at it with her as hard
as they all could. I walked over to her and knelt down to her ear
as the guy fucked her from behind and she ate the lady-partner
out whose open pussy lay before her face.

	"Uh, Mom?"

	"Yes, Dear, what is it?"

	"When did you want us to do our 'show' in the private party room
for everyone?"

	"Uh, uh" she stopped her eating of her ladyfriend's pussy long
enough to look up at me and then over at the digital clock on the
nightstand "uh, shit, it's almost nine-thirty already, I need to
get dressed and go back to the dance and say my good-byes; sorry
guys, maybe later?" she mumbled to her bedguests "oh, uh, Angel,
Dear, let's say an hour from now, ten-thiry, meet me in your
outfit in the Jenkins' private party room in an hour, okay?"

	"Okay, Mom, sure" as Cyn and I hand-in-hand bopped out of my
room and down the hall.

	"Ever play 'knock-knock', Ang'?"

	"Yeah, but not the way I think you're going to play it!" she
smirking at my own attempt at humor.

	She knocked on the door next to our room, but got no answer. I
fussed at her about disturbing people. She replied the entire
floor was reserved for members attending the social, and that it
was okay. She also said that if any room had an open door, it was
okay to go on in. We knocked on three more doors before someone
finally answered. It was the McClambs' from earlier.

	"Come in, it's good to see you again!" Etta, Mrs. McClamb gleed
as she now hugged and kissed us both as she stood before us clad
only in sheer panties. "Derrick's just getting out of the shower,
finishing his teeth, come on in, girls!" her bare breasts
pressing close to us "Derrick, company, hurry up, it's Angel and
Cynthia!" Derrick, Mr. McClamb, just about bounding out of the
bathroom naked for all his worth to greet us.

	"Good to see you both, girls, so what's up?" as he hugged and
kissed us both, he  still slightly damp from his fresh shower.

	"Oh not much, we're just wandering around a bit before things
get rolling in the party room."

	"Would you like to party with us a little before the main party,
girls?" he asked.

	Cyn and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulder at each
other with a "why not?"

	He reached for me and held me close to his body as his wife
joined our hug and Cyn wrapped her arms around us all.

	"I understand from your Mom that you're only thirteen and just
started having sex just recently but have taken to it like a duck
to water?" my face feeling flush as I unconsciously blushed for
the first time I think ever in my life.

	"Well, yeah."

	"She's wonderful, Etta, Derrick, just wonderful; a sweet girl,
and a wonderful lover" Cyn said as she wrapped her arms around us
all and my blush became my face a pure beet-reed.

	"Oh, don't be shy, Angel" Etta whispered "our lifestyle, your
lifestyle now too, affords many wonderful friends, many wonderful
times and experiences; so, what would you like to do? Just ask.
Anything. Anything you please."

	"You both . . . are so . . . so nice" I stammered out somehow
"Derrick, I'd like Etta to give me some head, then you fuck me as
she licks your cock as you do."

	"What a wonderful girl you are!" Derrick smiled.

	A girl. Yes, that is what I am. A thirteen-year-old girl. Not a
woman, not yet, not by many years. But a girl. A girl who swings,
swings with her Mom and relatives and now a bunch of strangers
who are becoming my friends, but a girl never the less.

	"I know what you would like. C'mere" Etta whispered into my ear
alone.

	She took me to the bed and held me close to her as she leaned
against the headboard. Her arm wrapped around my shoulder as she
pulled me close but not hard against her warm and soft body. She
began a gentle, slow rocking motion, almost like she was in a
rocking chair instead of a bed. I let my body follow her lead.
Her left hand cradled my head and held it close to her breast. I
could hear and feel her heartbeat as she continued he barely
noticeable rocking movement of us. Her right  hand moved to
between my legs as a single finger easily slipped inside me. She
started singing some sort of song, maybe a lullaby, maybe a
Scottish lullaby, I didn't understand the words , in a hushed low
tone that I could barely hear as her gentle frigging of me
continued. 

	Derrick and Cyn had crawled up on the end of the bed and were
just transfixed by the sight of what was going on. Etta slipped
another finger inside me as her rocking of us increased a little
and the volume of her song went up another notch also. She smiled
at me and then sweetly kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back,
firmly. My hand found her breast opposite my face and squeezed it
and played with it some. Her frigging became deeper and faster.
My passion was rising and I didn't stop it. With Derrick looking
on playing with his hard as Cyn also played with herself next to
him as they both watched us, Etta kissed me deeper still and
somehow frigged me deeper still and I just let all cares and
worries and woes just go. 

And go they went as my entire pelvic floor pushed one orgasm then
another and then another larger one still as my cunt flooded her
hand, not just gushed but pure flooded her hand with my cyprinne
come, the second G-spot orgasm I had ever had and definitely the
largest. She looked in my eyes with a look of pure selfless love,
much like Mom looks at me like when she and I make love, as the
pace of her frigging of me slowed, subsided, and then stopped.
Derrick and Cyn both were looking at us with eyes agape. I kissed
Etta firmly on the mouth once more, this time my tongue finding
hers with very real intended passion, she pushing her tongue into
my mouth in return as her rocking of us slowed then stopped. She
just held me for a moment as we grinned at each other, our smiles
sincere, genuine. The clock now read five after ten. Twenty-five
more minutes to go.

	"That was so nice, Etta, thank you."

	"No, thank you, Angel; you really are special."

	"I hate to run, but Mom's expecting me at ten-thirty in the
party room."

	"We know" Derrick interjected as he slid off the far end of the
bed "and if you and your Mom are half as hot with each other as
what Cyn and I just saw you be with my lovely wife, the entire
club's in for a treat!"

	"C'mon, Angel, let's go to women's room until it's time, it'll
be fun!"


	Cyn and I went back to her room to get a couple of canned drinks
out of the minifridge. Her Mom and Dad were in their bedroom with
another couple, making easy love. "See you shortly!" Dr. Jenkins
shouted out to me nicely as we left the room.

	"The room will be filled with women right now" Cyn explained as
we made our way out of her room and the ten feet over to next
door "no introductions are necessary, no names are needed, just
do whatever you feel like with whomever you feel like and
reciprocate when someone wants to play with you, okay?"

	There had to be at least twenty naked and sweaty from sex women
piled atop the combined beds, all going at it with whomever. Cyn
nudged me on the shoulder to join in. I dropped my coat as she
did hers and made my way to the edge of the mass of female
bodies.

	Aunt Susan was in the pile, eating some other chick and being
eaten by a somewhat rotund middle-aged lady. Women of every age,
shape, and size were in the pile. A pussy of some lady was shoved
near my face and my tongue began lapping at her clit. Some other
lady, a lady who had to be in her fifties, started playing with
my boobs as I ate this other lady out. Then I felt then saw a
nice looking woman in her late twenties with long silken dirty
blond hair spread my own legs and began eating me out. Heaven.
The lady I had been eating rolled a bit, moving away, and another
open pussy presented itself near my face, its owner smiling at me
as my tongue licked her lips. A couple of dildos had been
circulated in the pile and one somehow found my cunny, its size
being gently worked in by yet another sweet lady, my blond friend
having moved on to someone else. Two mouths of two women about
Mom's age and looks replaced the hands of the older lady on my
tits, their sucking of my puffy nipples being so perfect along
with the easy dildo in my pussy that my passions began rising
once again. I can see why Mom told me this place was a refuge
from the men at these socials, and why almost all women at a
social would visit here at least for a short while. Heaven. Just
heaven.

	Then a half-cry of "ten-twenty!" came from someone's lips. Damn.
I knew I had to leave. Aunt Susan also extricated herself from
the mass of feminine happiness as did Cyn and three or four other
women whose names I didn't know. Back in my room, Mom came out of
the bathroom all refreshed and happy-looking and dressed, helping
me put my outfit back on, sniffing my crotch in a funny but
serious manner to make sure I didn't need another douche. The new
leather shoes hurt my feet, so I asked if we couldn't go without
them. I had been going around the hall all night without them on
anyway, they hurt my feet so badly. "Sure, Baby, I'll take mine
off too, that way we'll match." She held my face softly between
her open palms and then kissed me lightly but fully on the lips.
"My precious, precious Angel" was all she said before putting her
arm around my shoulder and leading me to the private party room.

	Inside were about twenty couples or so and three or four single
women apparently without male partners. Derrick and Etta were
there, as were Adam and his wife Debbie, as was Aunt Mags with
Mom's Frank, and Aunt Susan and Uncle Sam of course along with
Toby and his pretty wife and a bunch more couples I didn't know
yet and of course Dr. and Mrs. Jenkins and Cyn too. Mom lead me
out to the middle of the room where a futon-style mattress with
new cover on it had been placed, and then turned to speak to the
room.

	"Friends, all of you have known me for years. This is my
daughter, Angel, whom I have been intimate with for a little over
a month now. She has decided to become part of our group, at her
own request and of her own free will. You all know she is only
thirteen, and I know you all will treat that fact with the utmost
of discretion. But don't let her age fool you. She is as eager
and skilled a lover at thirteen as many at twice or three times
her age. She is my daughter and I love her as my daughter, but
she is also my lover and what a lover she is!" my face again
blushing despite myself as Mom slowly turned herself and myself
to in turn face each person in the room as she spoke "since she
it to become part of our inner circle of friends, she is to be
initiated in our way and in our ways. She and I will make love,
then she will be available to all, as she wishes, afterwards.
Ready, My Angel?" she huskered in deep breath.

	"Uh-hu" was all I could choke out as my mouth suddenly became
very dry.

	"Then let us kneel down together, and kiss me."

	
	She held my face in her hands as we kissed. She kissed me deeper
and more passionately than she ever had before, her passion
making me damp before our clothes were even off.

	"I love you, My Angel!" she whispered to me time and timeagain.

	"I love you too, Mom!" I replied back equally time and time
again as we kissed and kissed and kissed some more. Then her hand
went up my leather miniskirt and my own hand went up hers. She
was sopping wet already and I knew I was as well. She knelt
forward and popped open my front-clasped leather bra with her
teeth. I tried to do the same to hers but couldn't quite get to
it, her larger breasts getting in the way of my bite, she
giggling a little before reaching down to help pop it open and
off. Her mouth found my perfect little 32A breasts and sucked on
them for a moment before I pushed her away and began sucking on
hers, she unzipping my miniskirt as I did and pulling it down to
my knees as we continued to kneel before each other. By now
everyone had gathered close around us in a tight circle. I felt
my breathing become a little harder and shallower. I had never
had a panic attack in my life, but felt one suddenly almost
coming on. She gently pushed me onto my back and slid my skirt
off before sliding atop me to kiss and smooch me more still. I
breathed deeply, trying to stave off what felt like my first
asthma attack, ever.

	"Is everything okay, Hon'?" she asked with concern in her eyes
knowing that everything indeed wasn't okay.

	"Yeah, I'll be alright Mom" I whispered back in low tones that
only she could hear "I've just had lots of orgasms tonight and am
just a bit tired, that's all" she beaming back at me a smile that
lit up the room.

	"Just let me know if you need a break, okay?", I nodding "yes"
back.

	Her arm slid under my shoulder and pulled me tight to her as she
kissed me deeper still and began a pretty vigorous frig of my
pussy. Then she got a look of "what the hell!" on her face and
slid off me and buried her face between my legs, lapping at my
clit and lips for all she was worth. Several polite gasps of
surprise came from our audience around us. She frigged me as she
ate me without mercy. My breathing became heavier and shallower,
but I felt the near-panic impulse leave my body. Mom looked up at
me with a look of pure lust I had never quite seen before in her
eyes. My eyes meet hers with a look of pure bliss. She ate me for
at least fifteen minutes non-stop before my third or fourth big
orgasm almost made me crampy again, so I told her it was "my
turn".

	I made her get on all fours as I knelt behind her to eat her out
that way, that way I knew she loved me doing to her. 

{Author's note: at this point on the HTML page version of this
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/~PlanetDweller, an original piece of artwork
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My tongue bathed her clit, pussy lips, and hiney-hole. My fingers
made their way insider her, then my whole hand, then my fist to
past my wrist bone. More polite gasps of appreciation came from
our friends around us. As I fisted her cunt with regular rhythm,
my tongue made its way past her anal bud a bit. Her cries of
passion earlier became cries of pure animal lust with many a'
"harder, Angel, harder!" and "faster, Angel, faster!" and
assorted guttural sounds that can only come from some place deep
inside a woman that only another woman would know about. She was
about to explode, and I wanted her to explode for the group, for
our group of friends.

	I barked at her to flip over and show me her pussy, she
complying immediately, my fist being rammed back up inside her
all the way once more, as she leaned back on her arms propping
herself up at angle and I leaning in to kiss her mouth and
breasts and mouth and breasts and mouth again and breasts again
as she began heaving deep sighing sighs and making more sounds
that sounded closer to sheer lust than love, my mouth locking
onto hers once again for the last time that night as my fist
pummeled its way past her largest orgasm and she collapsed in a
heap on the futon beneath us, breathing hard and deep to try to
catch her breath, Aunt Susan coming over to snuggle close to both
of us as did Cyn too and Etta and Karen as well, a polite
smattering of actual applause, actual clapping of some hands that
I knew weren't meant sarcastically, filtered from our audience of
friends.

	After about five minutes or so, Mom and I both finally
recovered, she getting up to make another announcement as Susan
and all made their ways back to their places before.

	"Thank you all for your support, and I hope you all enjoyed
being part of Angel's and mine lovemaking. Now it's time for part
two, tonight, Angel. Every single person here wants to make love
to you, wants to 'sample' you for lack of a better term. I know
you've made love to some of our friends already. As we all begin
to make love to each other, please go around the room and as you
wish try every man and woman here, as you wish. Just ask. They'll
all say yes" a smattering of laughter coming from that remark.

	 Mom then left me to go over to a couple I didn't know the name
of yet. Two couples I didn't know their names of came over to me,
the Dorans, Vickie and Thomas, and the Jeffers, David and
Stephanie. Vickie and Stephanie sat down beside me on either side
of me as their husbands stood before us their cocks getting
erect, we girls, we women taking turns sucking them off. Few if
any words, just nice, easy lovemaking. Vickie and I started
sixty-nining as Stephanie massaged our bodies from the side as we
did. I felt one of the husbands enter my pussy as I lay atop
Vickie. It was David. His cock was hard, but his stroke was slow
and even, not pushy at all. Then Thomas entered me as well, in
turn, until he almost came but stopped short. "May I come in your
mouth, Angel?" he asked with almost sugar sweetness.

	"Sure, Thomas, as you like."

	Vickie and Stephanie licked Thomas' cock from the sides as I
held it in my hand and let him work his length mostly but not all
the way in my mouth. David slowly masturbated himself to the side
of us as he watched. His hand gently rested on my hand but didn't
force himself hard in my mouth as he stood before me, me and
Vickie and Stephanie on our knees in front of him. His eyes
slowly rolled back into his head as he came, his jism filling my
mouth, I swallowing as best I could but a little leaking out to
the side, Vick and Steph licking my face clean as we three just
smiled and giggled.

	"This is lots of fun, isn't it, Angel?" Steph asked, my head
shaking "yes" along with my words.

	They then got up to leave as Dr. and Mrs. Jenkins came over
along with another couple, the Morgans, Randall and Lori. "Sorry
if I was a bit rough with you earlier, Angel" Dr. Jenkins
whispered softly in my ear so only I could hear "don't worry
about it!" I replied loud enough for others to hear.

	Karen wanted me to give her some head, so I politely obliged as
Lori, a small-breasted woman of mid-thirties but with tits shaped
like two ice cream cones, scooted next to me and played with my
breasts, her hands roaming freely over my body. After about five
minutes Karen seemed bored and unimpressed with my oral skills,
she was only what the sixth or seventh woman I had ever been with
and am only thirteen for gosh' sakes, so she motioned for Lori to
take her place. Randall, Randy, began fucking Karen as Harold,
Dr. Jenkins, moved around so that Lori could suck him off as I
sucked her off. 

	"I just got to try you out, Angel, is that okay?" I heard Randy
ask, my mumbles mumbling "sure".

	Twisting around, Randy slid atop for a couple of minutes, his
deep penetrations of me being slow and easy but very deep, before
Mom made her way over to me with "Angel, we've got a conga line
forming for you, c'mon, everyone's waiting."

	"What's a 'conga line', Mom?"

	"C'mon, you'll see" she replied with a sly grin; I knew it was a
bit of a set-up, shoot the whole night had felt like a set-up in
its own sweet way, but what the hey.

	On the other side of the room, a mixed  line of men and women
had formed, not all the guests present but many. "You go down the
line starting on one end. For sixty seconds, you have to do
whatever is asked of you. After sixty seconds, you move on to the
next. After you reach the end of the line, then it's your turn.
Starting with the same one, they must do anything -you- ask of
them for sixty seconds, until you come to the end of the line
again. This way, you get to know everyone, and they you."

	Swinging is one thing, but this? "Mom?" I couldn't help but
stammer.

	"C'mon, Angel, it'll be fun. I'll go down the line with you,
I'll be first so you can see what it's about,  if you'd like."

	"Sure, Mom, thanks!"

	
	Mom went first before me. Toby was first in line, his wife
second. He made Mom suck him for a few seconds, then made her
kneel in a chair behind him as he fucked her for his last thirty
seconds. Then he did the same with me. His cock was huge and
filling, both in my mouth and in my pussy, but very nice. His
wife just frigged Mom as she stood before her, and then she did
the same with me, adding a little kiss at the end. You can't do a
whole lot in sixty seconds, other than get a quick grope or suck
or stick "it" in real quick. I quickly understood the purpose of
it. It was to help me get over my shyness, which I thought had
disappeared by then, and my nervousness, which I also thought had
disappeared but hadn't either, and to help me feel comfortable
around everyone and they me. By the end of the line the first
time around, I had been sexually touched by all present, and then
it was my choice, as I had them touch me as I liked. That way
they got to know what I liked, and I what each of them more or
less preferred as well.

	After that, things were much more relaxed. I went from couple to
couple, from temporary coupling threesomes and foursomes and
sometimes moresomes joining in as I wished and being asked to
join in this one or that one as they wished. I didn't say no a
single time, and wasn't told no a single time either. I even let
Frank, Mom's sometimes boyfriend, fuck me as Aunt Mags held my
head in her lap and kissed me and Frank propped up over me and
methodically stroked his member in and out of me with a
surprising gentleness and easy smile on his face. 

	Towards the end of evening, more closer to two a.m. or later
when I was about beat, Dr. Jenkins, Harold, found me and asked if
I was too sore to do a "DP".

	"What's a 'DP'?"

	"A double penetration, Angel; one guy in your vagina while
another one is inside your asshole, both fucking you at the same
time." I had seen a couple of "DP's" that night and the women
participating in them seemed to be enjoying themselvesimmensely.

	"Sure; who's the other guy?"

	"Adam. He wants you to ride atop him, and I'll enter you from
behind in your ass. Is that okay?"

	"Sure, Harold" I replied through a very real tired yawn.

	Adam's wife Debbie licked my pussy for a couple of moments and
then lubed my ass up with some Probe lubricant before I swung
over top of Adam, his cock sliding lightly painfully inside my
sore pussy, as Dr. Jenkins now entered my ass from the rear,
condomless this time, but with much greater patience and slowness
of entry. It actually felt wonderful having him in my ass and
Adam in my pussy.

	On the other side of the room, Mom was saying her good-byes to
some friends of hers and now mine as well who had to leave to
drive back home, kisses and hugs per usual being exchanged. She
then walked over to where our little menage' was taking place.

	"It's almost three a.m., you 'bout ready to call it a night,
Angel?"

	"Yeah, Mom, as soon as we finish here."

	"I can help that" and with that she knelt down and began licking
first Harold's balls making him come almost immediately in my ass
and then Adam's balls as well making him come quickly in turn,
both of the men smiling and laughing at how simple creatures they
actually were.

	



Helping to my feet, she and I made our last round of hugs and
kisses and light good-bye gropes as we put our wraps back on for
the short walk back down the hallway to our room, she holding me
close to her with a "so my Angel had a good time tonight?"

	"I had a wonderful time, Mom, more than you'll ever know, a
truly wonderful time."

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