Sunday afternoon, I went over to Sheryl’s and she, Molly, Marianne and I drove to the travel agents office for a private meeting about the Paris trip in June. The agent had cheese and wine for us and though Molly and Marianne were underage, he didn’t bat an eye. We listened as he discussed the itinerary, the dinners, an opera, the hotels, details about the wine tastings and side trips. Toward the end of the session, Molly, obviously feeling the effects of her wine, turned to me and asked "Auntie Eve, are you bringing the rope?” Everybody froze until I looked at Sheryl and all of us started laughing.
After this was over, we went back to Sheryl’s, cooked out, drank more wine and talked about the trip. Molly and Marianne disappeared down to the pool while Sheryl and I kept talking until we, too, felt the effects of the wine. In the kitchen, we started kissing and then made our way back to her bedroom.
Enhanced by the wine and giddy thoughts of the trip, we shared one of those lusty embraces and didn’t stop until both of us were pulling off clothes, kissing and hugging at the same time until we were naked on the bed. I slipped down to her pussy and licked her until she moaned that she wanted mine, too. I told her she had to cumm first and then I’d let her have what she wanted. I toyed with her briefly then used one of her dildos and my mouth to bring her off. She was sprawled on her back and I knee walked up her body, facing her, until my cunt was right over her mouth. I pressed down and told her to get me off. In retrospect, I suppose I was as aggressive with her as I’ve ever been. She ate me and pulled my tits until I flooded her face, then shifted around and kissed her. I massaged her clit briefly and brought her to an orgasm again.
We lay there and talked openly. The conversation started with Sheryl saying Molly was such a brat sometimes and mentioned the bizarre comment at the travel agents meeting about bringing the rope. I laughed and said yes, but that’s who she is, she speaks her mind. Then I made the casual observation that I think you like that in her. She blushed and said, yes, she’s so uninhibited, so different. She paused and said she wanted this trip to happen tomorrow and waiting 3 weeks was almost agony. I asked what she was thinking. She shyly replied… you know. I whispered … tell me, Sheryl. She said she wanted what I have and I coaxed her on until she admitted she wanted her daughter.
I asked if she’d told Molly; she hadn’t. I said but she knows doesn’t she. Sheryl said she thought so. I asked why not tell her, like now. Sheryl said she couldn’t, that she would feel guilty, less in control and all her life she’s been the one in control. I encouraged her to keep talking and get it out. She said she's holding back from the inevitable, which is having sex with Molly. I asked her why wait. Again, she told me, because if she did it in Paris first, she wouldn’t feel so guilty. She said she’d thought it through a million times, of being in the same hotel room with Molly, undressing for bed and then going to her daughter and kissing her.
We hugged again. She said she knew she’d lose control. I told her I think she’s at a point in her life where it’s okay to lose control, Molly is already who she is and her preferences are formed and now it’s time for you to enjoy yours.
She acknowledged that and said she’s amazed at how I can let go. I told her I’d been trained for 4, almost 5 years and that at first it was not easy to admit to ,myself what I wanted but once I started, it’s impossible to go back.
She again told me she’s envious of me because I’ve fucked Molly for years and sometimes she didn’t know whether to admire me or hate me. I told her I couldn’t help what I did, that Molly was a strong personality and I’ve become very drawn to teens. Then she told me she was too and that I was the only person she ever admitted that fact to. I hugged her and she started crying. For some reason, I did too.
We finally got out of bed to pee. Both of us threw on robes and headed to the kitchen for more wine. Sheryl started to talk about Susan, how she was confusing her on her role with me, with Molly and so on. I told Sheryl I wasn’t much of a Susan fan and felt that she didn’t understand anything about teen girls or if she had thoughts, she probably suppressed them. Sheryl said Susan thinks Sheryl should be furious with me, should absolutely punish me but it’s just not her nature.
About that time, Marianne came upstairs into the kitchen, naked except for panties, that just fucked look on her face and those big boobs bouncing. She grabbed a bottle of wine and said Molly wanted it, smiled at us and walked back downstairs.
I made some comments about how those boobs turned me on. Sheryl snickered and said I wasn’t the only one and to think those titties would be right in the next room in France was maddening. I said I’ll share, there’s plenty to go around. We concluded though, that Molly and Marianne were probably plotting who was going to get fucked the entire trip. I asked Sheryl if she had given any thought what this trip would be like if Molly and Marianne took charge. She admitted she’d thought of that, particularly after reading the blog and frigging off over things that happened to me. I asked her if she’d ever fantasized about being a slave to one of her daughter’s friends. She said numerous times but she couldn’t go there due to fear of them blabbing. She said one of the reasons Marianne’s going, is she’s not tight with Molly’s friends because she grew up in France and England, has only been in NC about 2 years and isn’t thick with some of these little bitches.
That honestly was about it. I dressed and thanked Sheryl for everything we talked about and the trip. We went downstairs and kissed Molly goodbye. She was on the wicker sofa with Marianne cuddled up against her, talk about sweet! I kissed Marianne goodbye also and left before I changed my mind.
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