More Than Just Friends, Ch 18

by jeneee

(As usual, please make sure you have read the previous 17 chapters so you understand what's going on.)

"Mommy, Mommy, it's here, it's here," yelled my daughter as she barged into the kitchen side door after visiting our mailbox at the end of the driveway, the screen door banging loudly behind her. In her hand she waved a large, pink envelope and, with a big grin on her face, proclaimed, "It's gotta be the invitation. See? It's from the gallery," and she thrust the envelope into my hand. "Open it, quick, open it, it must be the invitation," she urged breathlessly, jumping up and down in her excitement.

She just can't wait to see her pussy on public display, I thought to myself with a smile. What a daughter I have. It was the moment she had been waiting for, well, that we'd all been waiting for, actually. Several weeks ago both Emily and Pam, along with Becky, had spent a fun afternoon at Marilyn's home studio, posing their pussies to be included in the artist's latest series – From Kitty To Cunt – which featured paintings and drawings of the female sex organ as it matured from the puffy pudenda of infancy to the mature vulva of adulthood.

All in the name of art, of course; but dear reader, knowing my daughter as well as you do by now, it doesn't take much imagination on your part to visualize the afternoon progressing from a posing session to a full-blown erotic encounter, particularly following the all-out orgy that erupted during the hot tub party at our place following our initial meeting with the artist and her daughter, Jacqueline, after we'd first visited the gallery. And you'd be correct.

We'd all arrived at the artist's studio in great anticipation that day, both Emily and Pamela freshly showered and full of excitement at the thought of finally being added to her new series of paintings. Becky, on the other hand, had tried to be nonchalant about the whole thing, treating it as just another day, but inwardly she, too, was looking forward to - as Emily had precociously expressed many times – adding her cunt to the collection, particularly since Jacqueline's would be part of it, too. Over the past six months she and the artist's daughter had become close friends, lovers now in fact, and it would be so cool, she thought, for both of their pussies to appear side by side when the showing opened.

Marilyn had posed Pamela first, who took great pleasure in pulling apart her more than adequate labia, exposing the bright pink interior of her pussy as well as her prominent clit, so that Marilyn could see everything clearly, and in doing so the little girl had naturally lubricated quite liberally, a condition which the artist had captured perfectly on canvass making for a very delicious depiction of her arousal. Emily, true to form, couldn't resist kneeling between Pam's spread thighs after Marilyn declared the painting finished, and with the artist and the rest of us watching breathlessly, had licked her girlfriend to an enormous climax which Marilyn had quickly sketched, capturing both Emily's tongue between Pam's engorged lips and the orgasmic, delightful expression on Pam's face as she exploded in ecstasy.

By the time Emily was ready to pose she, too, was, as you might well imagine, soaking wet, her labia swollen, which Marilyn was also able to capture expertly in her pastel, following which Pam returned the favour, bringing my daughter off to a screeching climax, also rendered perfectly on canvass by the artist.

Waiting for her turn, Becky, panties down to her ankles as Jacqueline stood beside her priming her exquisite pussy, couldn't help but orgasm as they both watched Pam and Emily. She was therefore quite ready for the image of her now enflamed cunt to be preserved forever by her girlfriend's mother. Following that, the afternoon became filled with the sounds of erotic pleasure as all of us had become aroused by the goings on and now joined in the fun, relaxing in languid luxury afterward until someone, I forget who, whispered "pizza anyone?" which produced a raucous round of giggles from our young charges.

Now, taking the envelope from Emily's outstretched hand I glanced at the return address – The Gallery Of Friends – and knew she was probably correct. There would be no other reason for Maggie and Karen's gallery to be writing to us. Tearing open the envelope I withdrew the shiny sheet inside and read out loud to my excited daughter, "You and your family are invited to attend a special private showing of a new series of works by artist Marilyn Ellington at our gallery on Friday evening, October 24th, at 7 p.m. Dress is casual and refreshments will be served. Please RSVP."

"I wonder if any of the pussy-licking paintings she did that day will be included in the showing?" my daughter asked, a big, sly grin on her pretty face.

"Don't count on it, you voyeuristic little slut," I replied, ruffling her hair. "Those are private pictures, for our eyes only," I added. "The show is risqué enough as it is. That's why it is by personal invitation only. And you'll notice there is no mention of the title of the show in the invitation, either - just in case it falls into the wrong hands," I added.

"I can't wait to tell Sharon," said Emily, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall. "She should be home soon. Mommy?" she continued after a slight pause, throwing her arms around my waist and looking up into my eyes, a serious expression on her face.

"What, honey?" I asked.

"Why didn't you and Sharon model your pussies for the series, too? Then we'd all be there, like one big family of cunts," she giggled.

"Silly girl," I replied. "Marilyn already had enough adult pussies in the collection. She didn't need any more."

"Yeah, but yours is so pretty, Mommy," she smiled up at me, sliding one of her hands down from my waist and slipping it between my cheeks from behind, moving her slim fingers softly over my pussy as she hugged me tightly with her other arm. "I love you, Mommy," she whispered into my breasts as I felt myself rapidly reacting to her touch. "I love you for letting Pam and Becky come to live with us when they had nowhere else to go, and for everything you and Sharon did to help them. None of this would have happened if you'd refused to help, and who knows what would have become of them. You and Sharon have to be the bestest mommies in the whole, wide world. She looked up at me adoringly and I was surprised to see tears forming in her eyes. I hugged her back fiercely, feeling my own eyes starting to tear up in response.

"And I love you too, sweetheart. You are the bestest daughter a mother could ever want, you know that, don't you? Sharon and I are so proud of you for the way you behave, for your honesty about the way you feel and for the uninhibited way you express your feelings – just like you are doing now, sweetie." And I bent down as her hand slowly slipped away from between my thighs, and kissed her gently on her soft, warm lips, closing my eyes, and relishing the love that only a mother and daughter can understand. Our tongues soon intermingled and the gentle kiss soon became more and more urgent as we slowly made our way, lips still locked, to the nearby couch which had seen many a hot encounter, this one characterized by deep feelings of earnest love as our arousal grew and grew. Faces flushed, we threw caution to the wind and proceeded to devour each other with a passion I think neither of us knew we had within us.

After it was over and we relaxed together on the couch in each other's arms, somewhat disheveled, I thought to myself as I looked at my sweet Emily, still flushed with excitement, "my daughter, my lover." And I found myself suddenly thinking of my husband and, strange as it may seem, thanking him for what he did to us, realizing that if it hadn't been for him, I never would have learned the real joy it was for a mother to experience the fullness of love that was possible with her daughter. And with Sharon, too, I thought with a smile as I heard the front door unlock.

"She's home," screeched Emily, as she jumped up and quickly looked around for the invitation, finding it still on the floor where we had dropped it.

My girlfriend walked into the room and suddenly stopped, taking in our disheveled state. "Well, what's been going on here?" she asked, a slight smile spreading across her face as Emily ran up to her, still naked, waving the invitation in her face.

"Oh, Mommy and me were celebrating," she explained, breathlessly, "'cause the invitation came. It came Sharon, look!"

"I see," Sharon replied, looking askance at me. "And it looks like it wasn't alone," she commented with a smirk on her face.

"Huh?" Emily managed, a puzzled look on her face.

"I mean," added Sharon, grasping Emily by the shoulders, "it looks like it wasn't the only thing that came."

"Oh," said Emily, grinning, suddenly realizing Sharon's meaning. "Well, we were celebrating, like I said," she giggled. "We got the invitation to the new showing at the gallery, see?"

Sharon took the sheet that Emily was waving in front of her face, read it quickly, and with a smile said, "Well, now you don't have to wait much longer honey, to see yourself displayed in public, I mean."

"Well, not really in public," I commented. "It's really a private showing," I added. "But as you can see, our little girl is excited about it," I winked at my girlfriend. Sharon came over to me, giving me her customary hello kiss, cupping my still wet pussy in her hand.

"And I see she's not the only one who's excited," she murmured, teasingly.

I returned her kiss and whispered, "We were having a mommy-daughter moment; well, more than a moment," I giggled. She hugged me tightly.

"Ain't love wonderful?" she commented.

"What's for dinner?" my daughter chimed in, suddenly. "I'm hungry."

Sharon turned to look at her. "Yeah, sex does give you an appetite, doesn't it?" And we all burst into laughter. "I think I'd better get undressed. I'm feeling out of place here," she added with a smile.

Emily threw her arms around my girlfriend. "You'll never be out of place here, Sharon. You're my other mommy," she added, her eyes shining. "Pasta anyone?"