| Mommy's Little Bettina 2 - Darcy Darcy Williams was in a great mood as she parked her Triumph in the garage. Why shouldn't she be? She was going to graduate from school in 1 month, the afternoon with Bettina had been great and her future was bright. She hoped her mother was planning something special for dinner because she had worked up one hell of an appetite. She always did come home hungry when she spent the afternoon with Bettina. She walked into the house and saw her mother was seated in her favorite recliner and reading the newspaper. Unlike she would normally be on a Monday afternoon, Deborah was totally naked. Darcy smiled because that was her first clue the good day she had been enjoying so far was going to continue. "Daddy gone away on business?" Darcy asked. Deborah nodded and smiled at her daughter. She thought the 16-year old looked great in a barely-there black mini and snug and silky black silver top. She wore black patterned stockings and stiletto heels. Darcy was shameless, not that Deborah objected. "Did you have a good afternoon with Bettina?" Deborah said, stretching out and exposing her long, silky legs. Darcy still believed her mother was the most beautiful creature on earth. Her 36C breasts were round and perfect, her body lean and shapely and her face belied her 33 years on this earth. Yet despite all that, it was her long mane of shining blonde hair that was her crowning glory. Darcy loved brushing her mother's hair, pampering her and making her feel like the Queen she truly was. "I always have a good time with Bettina," Darcy smiled, sitting across from her mom and letting her leather skirt ride up. It answered one of Deborah's unspoken questions, whether or not her daughter was wearing panties. She was not. "You could have brought her here, you know," Deborah pouted. "I spent the afternoon with nothing to do. You should have invited her here and asked her mother to join you as well. I still haven't met her after all this time," Deborah told her daughter. "I thought about it Mom, really, I did," Darcy smiled, watching her mother's eyes sparkle as she teased her. The image of her mother and Paula all tangled up together always made her hot. "I wasn't sure if Daddy would be home or not and we don't want to open up that can of worms, right? As for Paula, she's loosening up, but only behind closed doors. It's going to be a while before I can get her over here to party with us, understand?" Deborah did understand and she wanted to hear about Darcy's afternoon. She leaned close so that her pretty, redheaded daughter could tell her what she'd been up to. "I took her to a friend's place, we had a lot of fun," Darcy told her mother. "For a 15-year old, she's amazing at getting a girl off. I must have cum 5 times," Darcy sighed, recalling the afternoon with amazing clarity. "Women know what women want," Deborah smiled, recalling her own early experiences. "Where did you go? Do I know this friend?" "No, it's someone I've known for a while, but you haven't met her," Darcy explained. "She's – older – and has her own place, with a sunken tub. Mmm, just thinking of Bettina and I splashing around in the tub, being all naked and soapy and fingering each other, I was hot before we even started. You should have seen her mom – black leather pants and a tiny silver lame crop top, she really tarted it up!" Deborah stared at her daughter and Darcy laughed. "Yeah, but I've always been advanced for my age. That's why I started having sex so young, why I'm graduating high school two years ahead of everyone else and why I dress like a sex-kitten – when Daddy's not around, of course!" Deborah laughed at her daughter. She loved her husband as much as she could love any man, but a progressive thinker he was not. At times she was still amazed she had been able to marry him at such a young age, but he had been widowed for a while when they became lovers. Even then, the slender blonde had known the power her body had. Hal had been her favorite customer at the diner where she worked and when he came in – Wednesdays and Friday, like clockwork – she made sure her blouse was snug and her skirt short. She had trapped Hal within her web and when he wanted to take their relationship and make it legit, she had begged her parents for permission. It was granted readily; her parents hoped it might settle down their hard-partying daughter and get her the hell out of the house. Her parents were right, at least at the beginning. Deborah was smitten with Hal and tried to be a good wife, as best as a 16-year old could be to a 34-year old. He doted on her and she was a great cook from her experiences at the diner and with 4 siblings, she knew how to keep house. But Deborah was still young and wanted adventure. Hal was good in bed, but that was it – he was good and some of the lovers Deborah had been with in the past were great. Many of those lovers had been other girls. Deborah had lost her virginity to another girl and still enjoyed the smooth, silky feeling of a girl's flesh against her own. She decided that perhaps she could be faithful to Hal – in a fashion – by finding another woman to share her bed. The only problem with that theory was the fact that Deborah was much younger than the other wives in the neighborhood and she wasn't quite sure how these women would react to her making an overt pass at them. It was frustrating, because quite a few of the women were attractive. So were their daughters, but unlike Deborah, they were all still in school. So were most of her friends and she found she no longer had anything in common with any of them. That became even more of a truism when Deborah found herself pregnant after her 4th month of marriage. Deborah wanted to be a good mother, so she settled down and took every pre-natal class available. She still had sexual urges but she suppressed them, taking care of Hal and their family – a family which was about to grow by another member. When the grief had shattered Hal beyond repair, he sent his daughter Stephanie off to live with his parents for part of the year and to boarding school for the other. He thought it was time for them to become a family again, so he called his daughter in Switzerland and asked if she would like to attend school locally. Stephanie was thrilled, especially because academically she would be ahead of her peers and in high school when she returned home. She was also thrilled at the prospect of being a big sister and curious about her new stepmother. That curiosity went both ways. Deborah thought it would be wonderful, as she and her stepdaughter were only 4 years apart in age. It would be like having a little sister. One look at her new stepdaughter and all sisterly thoughts went straight out the window. Tall, graceful and cultured, the 13 year old was quite simply the most beautiful teenager Deborah had ever seen. Her eyes were the color of the ocean, her cheekbones high and her hair was almost as long as Deborah's own. She moved like a runway model and someone had obviously taught her to dress and do her makeup. The 13 year old Stephie looked as if she was older than Deborah herself. Deborah felt herself feeling increased urges for the long-legged brunette. When Hal wasn't around, she flirted with her husband's daughter, trying to sense if she might be up for some fun and games. Deborah knew that some girls in boarding school "experimented". If Deborah had been one of those girls, she gave no sign of it. She seemed oblivious to Deborah's interest in her but did extend herself to help around the house and make life better for everyone. Deborah just resigned herself to the fact that it would be unrequited desire and made her peace with that while she awaited the birth of her first child. Darcy arrived to the joy of two very happy parents and an adoring half sister. A redhead like her maternal grandmother, Darcy seemed to have an ongoing smile on her lightly-freckled face. She also had a propensity for getting into mischief and her mother or older sister were constantly running around, making sure the young one wasn't getting into more trouble. Around the time Darcy turned 9, her sister met a young man named Matt. For the first time in her life, Stephanie was showing apparent interest in someone. Darcy liked her sister's boyfriend but she wasn't happy when Stephie became engaged and moved out of the house. She sulked for a week, which wasn't like Darcy. It faded and after a while, the little minx became her old self. Deborah found herself missing her stepdaughter and noticed that her daughter was becoming a very pretty young girl – a pretty girl who seemed to have no interest in boys. Over the next few years, Deborah kept an eye on her daughter and she got prettier and more unconsciously sexy. Darcy should have been beating them off with a stick and boys were often around, but Darcy seemed to show disdain for almost all men, save her father and brother-in-law. Around the time her daughter turned 13, Deborah decided that she should talk to her about sex and dating. She knew that Darcy had likely had good sex education in school, but a mother / daughter discussion was long overdue. She went out to the pool where Darcy was sitting at the edge. Stephanie was also visiting that afternoon, swimming laps in the pool. Deborah kept glancing at Stephie as she swam, making it hard for her to think of what she wanted to say to Darcy. She had to concentrate, it was an important conversation. "Sweetie, your father and I have been talking it over and we've agreed that it's okay with us if you want to go out on dates," Deborah told her. "You're so advanced for your age, we think it would be all right." Darcy shook her head, a few tendrils of red hair fell about her face. "Thanks Mom, but I'm really not interested in dating right now," She said. "I want to concentrate on school and keeping my grades up." Her eyes never left her older sister as Stephie moved about the pool. It was about then that Deborah's suspicions increased. She was looking at Stephanie in the same way that Deborah herself had observed her over the years. "Sweetie, is that perhaps not the only reason?" Deborah asked her daughter. Darcy tried to play it coy but Deborah zeroed in on Darcy's predicament. "From the way you haven't been able to take your eyes off your older sister, I'm wondering if perhaps your tastes don't run to boys? Are you interested in girls, sweetie? You can tell me honey, be honest with me," Deborah prodded slightly. Darcy nodded slowly. "I – I think so Mommy, I think girls – and women – are sexy. I think about having sex with another girl and it really turns me on," Darcy said, her breathing going shallow. "Do you touch yourself and think about playing with other girls?" Deborah questioned. Her daughter nodded. "That's okay sweetie, it's only a fantasy and perfectly normal. Have you ever done more than that? Have you had sex with another girl?" Darcy shook her head. "No Mom, not yet. Can I – can I tell you a secret? I was almost hoping that my first girl would be Stephie, I think about her all the time – she's so fucking sexy, but she's straight as an arrow, dammit!" "Don't be too sure," Deborah told her daughter. "Lots of women are bi and just don't know it. Let me tell you a secret – your Mommy is bi and I also think Stephie's hot. I'd love to get her in bed myself and lick her hot little cunt until she screams. What do you think of that?" Darcy stared at her mother with a mix of shock and admiration. Her tiny body trembled and Deborah noticed. "What were you just thinking about, sweetie?" She asked her daughter. "You and Stephanie in bed, mother … god, it gets me so hot thinking about it," The teen told her. Deborah knew what she had to do. "I know I'm not your sister, but do you think you'd like to go to bed with me?" She offered. "I've had a lot of experience with women and I think you're sexy as hell, Mommy would love to make her little girl cum and show her what a hot slut she is – we are!" Darcy was stunned by her mother's offer, but being the smart, quick-witted girl she was, she nodded. She sat beside her mother, openly flaunting her miniature, perfect body in front of the only woman she thought surpassed her sister for sheer perfection. Never in a million years, in her wildest imaginings, did she believe she would ever be sexually involved with Deborah. They talked at length and agreed to wait until after dinner, when her sister went home and her father would be out playing pool in his Thursday night league. It was a magical first time for the inexperienced teen. Deborah gave her some lingerie she had planned to give Darcy for her upcoming birthday and she realized how sexy it was – had her mind already been subconsciously plotting seduction? She gathered Darcy up in her arms and peppered her tiny body with loving kisses. Her mouth traveled all over Darcy's body and she slowly peeled the lingerie away, revealing a sexy little baby doll that made her old cravings boil back to the surface. Deborah licked and sucked her daughter's blossoming tits and she worked her magic all over Darcy's body. Darcy whimpered and screamed as Deborah assaulted her. "Talk dirty to me, sweetheart," Deborah groaned as her fingers pumped in and out of her daughter's pussy. "It really turns me on, talk dirty to me, you cunt-loving slut!" "Fuck yes, I am a cunt-loving slut, just like my mom!" Darcy groaned. "Give it to me, you whore, turn me inside out. Like my cunt and fuck my ass with your fingers, God, I want it all!" Deborah gave her daughter the full treatment and made Darcy cum for the first time. They then took a shower together and under the warm spray, she spread her legs and let the sweet teen eat pussy for the first time. After they were done, she helped Darcy shave her pussy bare. "It will heighten the sensations," She told her little girl. "I'm going to spend a lot of time teaching you tricks, every time your Daddy isn't around." Knowing her father's routine very well by now, Darcy knew they would have lots of opportunities. A month later, Deborah took her daughter's virginity. Riding her mother's favorite strap-on, the sexy teen snarled obscenities, loving every moment of her first fuck and happy that it had been Deborah who had been there to deflower her. Deborah told her daughter that she didn't usually like to be fucked with a fake cock, but that she would let Darcy practice when necessary. Darcy was already on her way to becoming sexually precocious, she had been with two classmates in the past month and 1 teacher – although she wouldn't reveal who that was. Darcy had even more energy than her mother and Deborah had been a near-nymphomaniac when she was Darcy's age. Whenever her father left for work or if she had day off from school, she would spend it in Deborah's bed, her skills growing more each day. Her tongue could set Deborah off and when she met her friend Bettina, she promised her mother that if she succeeded in bedding the pretty girl, she would share. And she did. Around the time of her 15th birthday, Darcy succeeded where her mother had failed. Stephanie loved her husband, but he was no great shakes in bed. Darcy saw an opportunity and she took it. The sisters went for a swim and began roughhousing. Darcy took her chance, she ripped her sister's bikini top away and ran off with it. Stephanie wanted it back and Darcy told her it would cost her 1 kiss. Darcy held the kiss, she insinuated her tongue between her sister's lips and when Stephie began kissing back, she sucked on the older woman's tongue. The little teen led her sister out of the pool and up to her bedroom, where she showed her sister the delights she had been missing out on all these years. She had become quite adept at pleasing a woman or a girl and slurped and licked Stephanie's sweet cunt until her sister climaxed. Stephanie was anxious to return the favor and learn how much fun girl-loving could be. They finished shortly before Deborah came home. Darcy winked at her mother, who was stunned at her accomplishment. A few days later, the entire family got together and expressed their long-denied passions. Deborah thought her relationships with her girls were the glue holding her marriage together. Stephie was 100% sure of it had saved hers and as for Darcy, she was just having the time of her life. Wasn't that what a teenage girl was supposed to do? As Deborah took her hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom, she decided she was probably over-thinking it. |