A Surprise Visit, Part One

by Jeneee

The alarm clock woke me with a jolt. Half asleep I waved my hand frantically in the dark, searching for the off button. Instead, I clumsily knocked the beeping time piece from the bedside table, nearly jumping out of my skin in the process as it landed with a crash on the floor. Groaning, I pushed back the blanket and groggily climbed from my toasty bed, finding the errant clock with my left foot, fighting the urge to kick it across the room. Damn, but morning comes too early, I thought to myself. I finally bent down to pick it up, punching the off button, relieved that silence once again peacefully surrounded me.

Peacefully, that is, until my four-year-old son in the next room cried out, "Mommy, I gotta go pee," followed by, "Mommy, mommy, it's Saturday. Why'd you set the alarm?" from my eldest daughter, Emma, who had crawled into bed with me along with her younger sister, Brenda, sometime during the night, and now sat up rubbing her eyes sleepily. Brenda on the other hand, who could sleep through a hurricane if necessary, barely stirred, groaned softly, and rolled over, shifting the blanket enough to reveal her cute, naked butt which now gleamed gloriously in the sunlight that crept into the room from behind the partially closed curtains. Emma, never missing an opportunity, quickly slapped her seven-year-old sister's left cheek saying, "Oh no you don't, you little slut, if I'm awake there's no way you're going back to sleep." At which point Brenda quickly rolled over onto her back, partly to prevent a second swat, but also to glare at her sister, saying, "Ouch, that hurt you cunt!" and then reaching out to grab one of Emma's nipples, squeezing it as hard as she could. Both girls slept naked, as you've probably surmised, as in fact did I.

And the fight was now on. But as always with my two precocious daughters, it soon evolved into fits of giggles and aimless punches as each tried to outdo the other, so I let them be and left them in a swirl of arms and legs as I went into Joseph's room to drag him out of bed to make sure he made it to the bathroom in time. Not that he was likely to have an 'accident.' He'd outgrown bedwetting a year ago, but still loved to threaten me in order to garner attention away from his older sisters. As I listened to him peeing in the toilet my mind started to awaken, as usual a little behind my body, and the realization hit me that today was really going to offer much excitement, and I knew I had to get my ass in gear, and get everyone moving. I quickly started to run the water for Joseph's bath and returned to my bedroom for the girls.

My husband, Don, was away at a conference for a week so I had taken the opportunity to add a little excitement to our life, not that it wasn't exciting enough already, but the next few days would likely add even more 'icing to the cake,' to use one of my mother's favourite metaphors. I hadn't yet told the kids, and I intended to hold out a little longer to make the surprise even more incredible for them. As I entered my bedroom I was greeted by the sight of my two darling daughters deeply engrossed in the good old reliable sixty-nine position, which had become a favourite of theirs over the last year. Didn't I tell you that our life was already exciting? Brenda's long slim legs were sprawled apart as she squirmed around on top of Emma's face, Emma's tongue probing inside her younger sister's pussy as she spread Brenda's cheeks wide apart in order to slip her index finger deeply inside her cute rosebud. I could hear Emma moaning softly between licks as she likewise benefited from whatever Brenda was doing to her young cunt at the other end of the sixty-nine. I was tempted to let them continue and watch as i felt my own pussy rapidly dampening at the sight, but I knew this would result in a long sexy session for which we didn't have the time. But, I thought to myself with a smile, we will have a lot more time later. Walking over to the bed I forced myself to gently intervene and lifted Brenda up from Emma saying, "Okay girls, we have to shower and get dressed. You can play later."

"Awww, mommy," they both groaned in unison, Emma reaching down to her wet pussy with one of her hands and rubbing it. "I was gonna cum soon," she complained. "Why did you stop us? It's Saturday and daddy's away, anyway," she added with a long face. "What's the hurry?"

"Yeah, mommy," chimed in Brenda. "Why do we need to shower so soon?"

"Never mind, just go do it," I said, trying to be forceful. "You'll know why later. Now go pee and get ready to shower. Joseph should be finished his bath by now." And they both climbed off the bed and pulled long faces at me as they slowly trudged from the room.

I followed closely behind them and helped my young son from the bath, and started to dry him as the girls climbed into the shower together. "We're gonna pee in the bathtub, mommy. Watch," giggled Brenda as she scrunched her hips forward, hands spreading her pussy lips wide apart. Giggling along with her, Emma copied her younger sister and soon both were squirting each other with their hot piss, as Joseph and I looked on laughing. My slutty little girls, I thought to myself, shaking my head. After they were both peed out they closed the shower curtain with big grins on their faces and turned on the faucet, screeching as the cold water hit them first and they tried quickly to adjust the temperature.

I left them alone and finally got Joseph dressed, taking him downstairs to the kitchen to get his breakfast and to put on the coffee. I'd get my shower as the girls ate, then grab a quick, hot muffin and get myself dressed so that we could be ready to leave the house in time.

In time? In time for what, you ask? You'll just have to wait a little longer...

As I thankfully sipped my first coffee and watched Joseph spoon down his cereal, spilling his usual amount on the kitchen table I could still hear the girls giggling upstairs as they dried themselves off and blow-dried each other's hair. "Come on girls," I yelled up at them. "Get your butts into gear! We have to leave soon."

"We going out, mommy? Where to?' Joseph wanted to know.

"To the airport, honey. To see some big planes," I smiled. "Big, noisy planes," I added.

"Weee, I love big airyplanes, mommy." And he raised his hands in the air to demonstrate how they flew and pretended to land one on the kitchen table. More milk and cereal flew. I sighed and reached for another paper towel.

Just then the girls entered the kitchen and Joseph yelled, "We go see airyplanes, we go see airyplanes today." Emma looked puzzled.

"What's he talking about, mommy? What planes?" she wanted to know.

"We have to go the airport hon, we have to pick someone up today, That's all. So hurry and eat your breakfasts. I'm going to grab a shower; then we'd better get dressed and go.

"Who are we picking up?" asked Brenda. "Is daddy coming home early?"

"You'll see, sweetie. Now, get eating." And I went back upstairs to shower.

After finishing my shower and blow-drying my hair I returned to the bedroom to dress, choosing a yellow blouse and a ruffled black skirt that ended a couple of inches above my knees. I decided on open toe flats rather than heels, and added my favourite pair of dangly earrings. A touch of eyeliner and lipstick completed the job, and I left my hair hanging loose. Not too flashy, I thought to myself, but still attractive, I concluded with satisfaction.

"Who we gonna meet, mommy, and what should I wear?" Emma asked, as she peered into the room.

"Just wear something comfortable, sweetie. How about that new pink top you got for your birthday and the short, plaited white skirt you like so much?" I suggested. "And help Brenda choose something quickly. You know how long it takes her to make up her mind," I laughed.

"Except for her thong," Emma giggled. "She always wears that. Wish I could too," she added with a long face. Lately, Emma had been restricted to wearing panties and carrying a supply of sanitary napkins with her, never knowing when her period would decide to spring itself on her. At eleven years of age, and developing as quickly as she had been over the past few months, it could happen at any time. Fifteen minutes later we were finally all ready and I buckled Joseph into his car seat in the back, the girls sitting on either side of him, safety belts secure, skirts as usual not doing much to cover their delicious thighs, panties and thong on full display.

"Why is daddy coming back so soon, mommy? Did his meeting get cancelled or something?" asked Emma.

"I never said we were picking up daddy, silly," I replied with a sly smile, looking back at her as I pulled out from the driveway.

"Then who?" Brenda asked, now getting excited. "Is grammy and grampy coming to visit?"

"You'll see soon enough, sweetie. It's a surprise," I added, turning on the radio to get a traffic report. "Now shush and let me concentrate on driving."

The weather was sunny and warm and the traffic was a bit lighter than usual, being a Saturday, so the journey to the airport wasn't too difficult. As I drove, my excitement grew, and I knew the girls would be out of their minds with delight once they realized who our visitor was. They occupied themselves with a guessing game in the back seat, as Joseph fell asleep again, but hearing the names they kept coming up with for who it was we were picking up had me laughing to myself. I almost choked when Emma actually got it right, and Brenda added, "oh, I wish," but neither really took the guess seriously and I was so glad I had brought along my camera so I could get a picture of their faces when they realized she had been correct. Before long we were parking the car and taking the long trek to the arrivals area. We still had about half an hour before the plane was due to land and I hoped it was going to be on time. There's nothing I hate more than hanging around airports waiting for delayed flights – so boring.

"What's that big piece of paper you're carrying, mommy?" Emma asked me, pointing to the folded sheet tucked under my arm.

"Oh, just something we'll need when we get to the arrival gate, sweetie," I replied, as casually as I could. The girls were on either side of Joseph, holding his hands, half dragging him along as he kept looking excitedly up in the sky for his 'airyplanes,' screeching each time one roared up into the air on take-off. We entered the building and I searched for the sign which would point us in the right direction, checking the arrival time display and breathing a sigh of relief. The flight was on time and would be landing soon. I knew it would still take a while for de-planing and the checkout through immigration and customs, so I found us some seats together, grabbed some peanuts from a passing trolley and we settled in to wait.

As usual, my immodest girls were unconcerned with their 'sitting posture' and I noticed a few smiles and also several frowns and even a few disgusted looks as various passers-by couldn't help but notice their cute outfits and the more than occasional revelation of Emma's white panties and Brenda's red thong. I also noticed several males quickly glancing back for a second look, not quite believing what they'd seen the first time, and then just as quickly looking away as they caught me catching them in the act. I merely smiled.

Finally, the flight number I had been waiting for was announced and I knew it wouldn't be long now. With my three kids standing in front of me at the railing – we were lucky enough to get a place up at the front – I unfolded the large sheet of paper I had been carrying and held it up in front of me, hoping that the girls wouldn't turn around and see the name I had written on it in large, black letters.

SAMMIE, it read. With a big smiley face beside it in red magic marker. Samantha, or Sammie as the girls called her, was a girl we had met on the Internet and had chatted with almost every day for the past year, never dreaming we would actually meet.

And there she was. I recognized her from the pictures she'd sent me over the Internet. I saw her looking around, not quite sure where to go until she finally saw the sign. She wouldn't have recognized us, of course, because she'd never seen our pictures – something my husband had insisted on. "No personal information or family photos are ever to be posted on the net," he'd commanded. And he had no idea we'd even arranged this visit. I would be in deep shit if he ever found out, so I was praying my kids would not slip up, especially Joseph, who was unpredictable. I also hoped the neighbours weren't too curious, but I knew our close friends across the street were away on vacation, so that was a relief.

As soon as Sammie saw her name her eyes lit up with excitement and she charged - as well as she could in view of the crowd - over toward us, her face beaming. "There she is," I cried out as she edged her way through the other passengers.

"Who, where?" asked Emma, looking back at me and finally seeing the sign I had been holding high in the air.

"Sammie, it's Sammie," she screeched, jumping up and down as Brenda also turned around to look.

Then it was her turn to scream. "Sammie, Sammie, it's really her," she cried out. People around us were smiling, holding their hands to their mouths as all three of us were now jumping up and down – yeah, me too - except for poor Joseph of course who hadn't got a clue what was going on, but still had a big grin on his face. I almost forgot to take a picture of the girls in my excitement but managed to get off a couple of clicks of their faces. By now Sammie had managed to reach us, and climbed over the railing rather than looking for a gate, bent down and threw her arms around Emma and Brenda, hugging them tightly.

"My girls, my girls, my sweet little girls," she cried out, pulling back to look at them. "Oh, you are so beautiful." And looking up at me she added, "and so are you, Jan, so are you." We hugged, all of us, a big group hug. And still Joseph grinned. "And look at my little boy," Sammie added. "You're so sweet, look at you." And bending down, she gave him a kiss on his cheek which brought an even bigger smile to his face.

"Let's go pick up your luggage and get out of here," I said. "Then we can get home and celebrate."

"Yeah," giggled Emma. "Let's go celebrate. Let's go!"

As we made our way to the luggage area, we couldn't help looking at each other, smiling, giggling, Emma and Brenda holding hands with Sammie, almost dragging her along, with me finally picking up Joseph and carrying him. I knew Sammie must be tired from all the travelling but it didn't show. I could tell how excited she was from the glances she kept throwing my way as the girls bombarded her with questions.

Eventually we found her baggage – she travelled light, only two suitcases – and quickly made our way to the car, and were soon back on the highway, headed home. Sammie sat in the front with me, continuing to be barraged with questions from the girls in the back, answering as best as she could as she looked over her shoulder at them. It didn't take long before the conversation turned to what I was expecting, knowing my girls.

"How do you like my thong, Sammie?" asked Brenda with a smile, as she pulled her little skirt up even higher and spread her legs. Not to be outdone Emma giggled and chimed in with, "and how do you like my panties, Sammie? Or better still, what do you think of my cunt?" she added, pulling her panties aside and showing off her sweet pussy. At this, Brenda pulled her thong up tight between her labia, forcing them to puff out on either side of the material. "Look at mine too," she said, proudly. We'd all had such fun conversations like this before on the Internet, but now the real party had begun. The back seat quickly became a showing off contest between my two slutty little girls, who were soon masturbating and fingering themselves in delight for Sammie, while Joseph slept, peacefully unaware, between them.

Juicy fingers were offered from the back seat to Sammie, who took delight in sliding her tongue over them, commenting on how delicious they tasted, and jokingly comparing flavours. "Hmm, a little salty. Oh, so creamy tasting. Wow, what a delicious little cunt you have." And, "I can hardly wait to explore your pussy and little asshole with my tongue." All of which brought forth loud screeches and giggles from my daughters and encouraged them to be even more brazen in their actions.

"What about your cunt, Sammie?" I teased, feeling myself becoming wetter and wetter as I drove. I knew Sammie's had to be the same.

"Hmm, let's see," she replied, as the girls giggled even louder in the back. She lifted up the loose skirt she had worn for comfort on the flight and slid a hand up underneath. As she withdrew it I could see it gleaming in the sunlight, as I knew it would be. "Who wants to sample it first?" she asked with a wink.

"Me, me," cried out both girls in unison.

Sammie looked over at me with a sly look on her face. "Well, Jan? Which one of them should get the first taste? You decide."

"Oh no, you're not going to put me in that position," I laughed. "It's your problem, not mine." Some problem, I thought to myself, chuckling.

Sammie flashed her finger around over the back seat, pointing it first at Emma, then Brenda, then back to Emma, and back and forth once again. "Waving it around like that is going to dry it off before anyone gets a taste," I laughed. At which point she pulled it back and slipped it up under her skirt once more. I could hear the juicy, squelchy noises it made as she stirred it around in her obviously soaking cunt, making me become even more super wet myself.

Pulling it out once more she announced, "Okay, I've decided." And she quickly leaned over and slid her finger between my lips before anyone could say a word. I sucked on it – hard. Oh my! So creamy, so tangy, so delicious! My girls screeched in delight. They knew now that they would be next. And so they were.

The rest of the drive home passed quickly and before we knew it we were in our driveway and making our way to the front door, Sammie's bags in hand. No sooner had we entered the house Emma cried out, "Let's all go in the hot tub, mommy. Can we? Puleease?"

"Hold on, sweetie. Let's get in first. I'm sure Sammie is looking forward to getting changed and having a cup of coffee and then maybe resting for a bit. She's been travelling all day. Why don't you two get changed, too, and take Joseph with you. He's been sleeping a lot today so I'm sure he's ready to play a bit. Maybe you three can go play in the hot tub for a while after I fix us some lunch." I looked over at Sammie. "Or maybe you'd rather have a glass of wine, hon, after you get changed? And I can make some of my famous pasta for us all. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good to me," Sammie replied, immediately echoed by the girls who rushed upstairs to get changed, dragging their brother with them. I then led Sammie to our guest bedroom, showed her where the bathroom was and told her to make herself at home while I got changed and fixed us some lunch. "Thanks, Jan," she said softly. "I've been looking forward to this for so long, once you suggested it all those weeks ago. The girls are even prettier than I imagined. And just as slutty in real life as they are in chat," she giggled. "And as for you, well," and she reached out and hugged me. As we pulled back slowly from each other she added, "and I think we are all in for a lot of fun over the next few days."

I nodded, kissing her on the lips. "A lot of very hot fun," I told her. "Hope Don doesn't arrive home earlier than expected. See you in a bit."

I ran upstairs to change, checked on the girls who had already stripped to their undies and decided to do the same, even removing my bra. Then back downstairs to my kitchen to prepare one of my popular pasta dishes for lunch. As I cooked I could hear the downstairs shower running, and knew that Sammie was making herself at home.

Lunch was a delicious feast, four topless females and one topless male devouring most of what was placed in front of them, including one bottle of merlot and a various assortment of juice and milk. In the middle of the meal I had just refilled my wine glass, along with Sammie's, and then left the table to get some more juice from the fridge for the girls. Returning to the table with a fresh carton I noticed with a puzzled frown on my face that my wine glass was half empty. Earlier during lunch I thought I'd noticed the same thing but shrugged it off as my imagination. Now I was really suspicious. Emma was sitting beside me and as I picked up the wine bottle to refill my glass once more I heard Brenda trying unsuccessfully to restrain a giggle. Then it hit me. Emma had been sampling my wine. I glared at her, watching her trying to refrain from giggling. My little girl was getting herself drunk. I turned to Sammie in askance. She merely shrugged, but couldn't refrain from smirking. "I used to sneak wine from my mom when I was her age too – never hurt me," she added. "Sorry," she giggled. "I plead the fifth."

"Can I have some too, mommy?" begged Brenda.

"Definitely not. Don't even think about it," I added, glaring at Emma beside me. "As for you, young lady, I'll deal with you later."

"Oh goodie," she giggled. "I can't wait. Can we all go in the hot tub now, mommy? Now that lunch is over?"

I looked over at Sammie. "Are you up to it, hon? Or would you like to rest first?"

"I can probably rest just as well relaxing in the hot tub, since that seems to be what these two are so eager to do," Sammie replied, to whoops of joy from Emma and Brenda.

"Relaxing?" I chuckled. "With these two monsters? Are you in for a shock," I giggled.

"We'll show you where the jets are, Sammie. They're real relaxing," Brenda told her.

"More like real arousing, if you ask me," I countered. "Well, as long as you're willing," I smiled. "I'll go get some towels and another bottle of merlot. Be there in a few minutes." And my two precocious sluts grabbed Sammie's hands and led her outside in the back to our well used hot tub. After his big lunch, Joseph was ready for his afternoon nap, so I tucked him into bed, grabbed some fluffy towels from the linen closet and uncorked another bottle of wine on my way out to the hot tub which Emma had now uncovered, jets already churning up the steamy, hot water. As I approached the hot tub I noticed a pile of undies sitting on the deck at the edge of the water. "Naked already, are we?" I grinned.

"Yeah, mommy," Emma replied. "You can't come in unless you take off your panties," she commanded.

I sighed, "Oh well, I guess I'll go lie down then. "You guys have fun." And I turned as if to walk away.

"Mommy," Emma screeched, jumping quickly out after me. "You gotta come in. Lemee help. And she grabbed the waistband of my panties and started to tug them down as I pretended to resist. Eventually she managed to lower them below my hips, revealing my shaved pussy as Sammie and Brenda looked on, giggling. "See my mommy's cunt, Sammie? Isn't it beautiful? All shaved, just like yours is." And she proceeded to stroke it in the way she knew that I loved.

"You're drunk, you little slut," I admonished her, trying not to laugh as she almost lost her balance and grabbed on to me for support. She giggled and eyed the new bottle of wine I had in my hand.

"Can I have some more? It tastes sooo good." And she tried to grab the open bottle from me but this time really did lose her balance and fell with a splash into the hot tub, Sammie quickly there to catch her before she hurt herself.

I put the bottle down on the deck as I removed my panties the rest of the way, finally climbing down into the hot, bubbling water and relaxing beside Sammie in front of one of my favourite jets. It felt so good to be there, together with my girls and finally with Sammie, after fantasising about such a get together for months. I could only imagine what was going through my friend's mind after the chats she'd had with my two little devils on the net, and now actually being beside them in the flesh, and in the hot tub that the girls had told her so much about.

"I gotta go pee, mommy," Emma said suddenly. Brenda giggled. "It's all that juice I had for lunch." Yeah, I thought to myself, and I'm sure the wine played a big part in that too.

"Well," chimed in Sammie with a smirk, "you'd better go pee then, hadn't you?"

"Okay. Wanna watch?" Emma teased.

"No. I want a drink," Sammie replied, licking her lips. This was something we had joked about in our conversations as well. In fact I distinctly remember Sammie saying she'd love to have Emma sit on her face and pee in her mouth. So hot to chat about, but how about for real? We'd soon know because as Emma struggled to get out of the hot tub Sammie lifted herself onto the deck and lay down at the edge.

Oh my, I thought. Is this really going to happen? We were soon to find out. As Brenda and I watched, Emma squatted a little off balance over Sammie. My friend helped her by grabbing her narrow hips and pulling her down and holding her steady "Now piss on me, you slut," she commanded, and to our amazement Emma let go with a powerful squirt that splashed over Sammie's boobs. As if testing that this was okay, Emma stopped for a few seconds, then seeing that Sammie wasn't complaining my slutty girl let loose with everything she had, watching as it splashed all over Sammie's chest and neck. Not exactly what they'd fantasised about, but close enough.

I was so turned on from watching that I started to rub my own pussy, a fact not lost on Brenda who soon snuggled up beside me to help, as she, too, started caressing herself. As Emma's flow petered out Sammie stretched herself so that she could lick my little girl's cunt, causing her to close her eyes and throw back her head as she lost herself in the delights that her auntie – as she called her – was delivering to her now inflamed pussy. She pushed herself tightly against Sammie's face, holding onto her ears as she thrust her tiny hips back and forth. With my one free hand I was able to reach out and finger Sammie's soaking wet pussy as she administered to my daughter, Brenda's free hand meeting my other one at my cunt, as we both rubbed in unison.

The first of us to explode was Emma, who screamed, then stopped breathing as she came hard, finally gasping as she regained her breath, holding still on Sammie's face as she recovered. Next was Sammie herself, who was so aroused by the little girl on her face that it didn't take too much for my skilled fingers to bring her off. Then together, my hand with Brenda's soon had me climaxing in such a way that I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, powerful pulses throbbing through me like magic.

"Mommy, finger my butt hole," my other sweet daughter whispered in my ear as I slowly regained my breath. I knew how sensitive Brenda's asshole was and how much she enjoyed Emma's little pink vibrator probing her back door. I lifted her up slightly and turned her around so that one of the jets blasted straight at her clit, wiggled my index finger inside her sweet butt and let her ride up and down on it as Sammie and Emma, now mostly recovered, crawled over to watch. Grunting louder and louder as she pumped herself, Brenda soon reached her own little pinnacle of delight, screeching as she came and crying out, "oh fuck, fuck, fuck, mommy, fuck!" which sounded even more erotic coming from the mouth of a seven-year-old girl.

As we were all regaining our composure, once again sitting languidly in the hot tub, we were joined by Joseph who had awoken from his nap and trotted out to us, naked as the day he was born. "Look at that little boy cock," Sammie giggled. "It missed out on all the fun, poor thing." Joseph sat down on the edge of the deck, feet dangling in the water, his 'boy cock' sticking straight up toward his belly looking like it, too, was ready for action.

"Guess he's been rubbing it in bed," giggled Brenda. "He does that a lot."

"No more than you rub your cunt," teased Emma, as Brenda stuck her tongue out at her.

Suddenly, Sammie, who was closest to Joseph, stretched over toward him and lowered her head over his cock, sucking it into her mouth, causing my little boy to burst into gales of laughter. She licked it a few times, finally letting it go watching it spring back and bounce off his belly once more. "Always wanted to do that," she giggled. "Now I'm real satisfied."

"Glad you came now, hon?" I teased.

"In more ways than one," Sammie replied, leaning over to kiss me hard on the lips. As our tongues twirled together I could hear Emma whisper rather loudly to her sister, "I think we have a few real hot days ahead of us. Hope we can all sleep in the same bed tonight."

Amen to that, I thought to myself as I hugged Sammie tightly. Amen to that.