The Girls With the Blue Eyes [pt 2]

Now be warned, if you are not legally of age to read literature that involves sex, then you must not read this. If you are offended by sex between adults and under-aged children or by incest, then I would suggest that you read something else. Such conduct is not legal, [well in most places] and I certainly do not condone it or recommend it, in fact this is a complete work of fiction. I do not know anyone who has had an experience like this one, it is nothing but the writings of an author who’s mind just comes up with this stuff. If you do read it, I hope you enjoy it. The author of this little story, [AJBaker] is not dead even though rumors have been spread that he is.

If you read part one then you would know that we left our happy little group just after Albert was given the virginity of a young girl he had known for barely a week in a rather odd manner by her own mother. Having no previous experience with girls that were hyper-sexual, he had been torn between having nothing to do with their peculiar situation and becoming the twelve year old’s first male lover. The mother had been teaching her daughter the things she needed to know, not just so she could lose her cherry but so the pair of them could please a man in a way that would hopefully trap him into an ongoing relationship with the ultra-horny couple.
Wendy and Diane succeeded in the first part of their goal, now let’s join them again and find out what happens next.
One other thing, for those that do not like my switching back and forth between first person and second person, I am only trying to recreate the way that some submissives talk with their Doms. It is not my idea that they do, it is their way. The other thing is that they are not practicing a 24/7 D/s relationship, it is vanilla and D/s. Hopefully that explains the way I write.

The Girls With The Blue Eyes
Erotica written by A.J.Baker
Part Two
Chapter One
Diane had just finished cumming for the third time that morning. She had not really got her rocks off the evening before at Albert’s, but she really had not planned on it anyway. This morning though, she used her daughter relentlessly to get orgasm after orgasm while she relived the previous evening in her fertile mind. She collapsed on her bed as Wendy withdrew the plastic cock attached to the harness around her waist from her well used cunt.
Wendy was kind of dismayed at her mother’s needs that morning, it was like the woman had been taken over by desire and lust. Of course she knew her mother suffered from the same hyper-sexuality condition that she did, but she had never seen her mom so vicious in her need. She had been woken up from a very erotic dream where Albert was making love to her on a bed covered with rose petals to find her mother smothering her face and demanding that Wendy suck her already soaking pussy.
She loved making out with her mom, she had no problem with bringing her to orgasm with her mouth and tongue, but this was almost like rape. It actually scared her. Diane was grinding herself on her mouth while urging her on to suck harder, to lick and suck on her clit while she had her fingers in her own asshole. She followed Diane’s instructions in the hope that it would happen quickly so the weight of her mother would soon be off of her head.
After she screamed her way through a body shaking orgasm, Diane climbed off of her daughter, kissed her hard while forcing her tongue into Wendy’s mouth and then took the girl’s hand and applied it to her juiced up cunt. “Fuck me with your fingers! Mommy needs to cum again!” She did as she was told until Diane once again had a body shaking orgasm.
No sooner was that over when out of nowhere Diane was suiting her daughter up with a strap-on device. She got herself on all fours and then begged her daughter to fuck her horny cunt silly. Wendy had done this several times before, but always it had been slow and tender lovemaking, not this forced fucking thing that her mother was making her do. It was hard not to be disgusted, but she loved her mom and was willing to do anything for her.
Her thoughts went back to the pleasure of the previous evening. Her mom had been so kind and gentle as she guided her and Albert through her first experience with a man. It had been so beautiful, other girls her age might spend their time thinking and dreaming about princes and fairy-tales, or movie and rock stars, but her dream had been to lose her virginity and finally be able to do something about the horny itch that was her constant companion.
Her dreams were wet, horny things that tormented her awake or asleep, but not anymore. Her dream last night was of romance and long hours of lovemaking, of hard cock filling her tight pussy. Strangely her mother had not been in that dream at all.
Finally sated, at least for awhile, Diane decided that coffee was what she needed now. She patted her little fuck slut and rose from bed donning her favorite terry cloth robe and made her way to the kitchen. She wondered what had come over her that morning, she had slept well enough but when she awoke to hear her daughter moaning pleasurably in her sleep, something just clicked and she was burning up with the need for sexual release.
“Maybe we should have stayed at Albert’s last night, I could have used a real live piece of meat this morning instead of that cold plastic.” This was something she did often, talked aloud to herself when she was alone. “I wonder if he would mind if I slipped over there for a quickie.”
She was tempted. She had not been analized for ages and her asshole seemed to be twitching with a new found ache for a hot cock. There had been times when she slipped away from Wendy on the pretense of work and gone out to find a man or woman that would take care of her needs, but those times were all to rare. Lately it consisted strictly with lesbian sex, it was easier for her to find and seduce a willing woman for some reason than it had been to find a man she wanted to be with.
Albert was different though. Her thoughts were now more about him than anything else. He was so sensual and giving. Last night he had proved that he could play along with her games while keeping his head. Instead of ravishing her daughter, he had been kind and gentle with her thinking only of making her first time something special, not just special but almost spectacular. She realized she needed some of that for herself.
Now that she had finally made sure her daughter’s needs were satisfied, or at least the first step, she could maybe revisit her own needs to the degree they deserved. Suddenly she realized what a bitch she had been using her daughter like that. It had been so unlike her, so callous and uncaring. She turned around immediately and made tracks for her bedroom. She found her daughter bunched up in the down-filled comforter quietly crying.
“Oh darling, mommy was terrible this morning. I hope you can forgive me. I know I was not myself. I don’t know why but it was like I was taken over by something that had been deep inside of me. I was so wrong, please tell me you forgive me.”
“Mom, I do forgive you. I understand you know. I’m not a kid anymore. You have not thought of yourself for so long, and now we need to think of you instead of me.”
“My god child, how can you be so understanding?”
“I have a great mother that has taught me a few things about sacrifice. So now what do we do?”
“Funny you should ask. I hope you really like Albert a lot because I have an idea that we might be able to make him ours forever. Do you want to hear it?”
“Sure, yes I do like him, very much.”
“Maybe we can make him your daddy in a sense. It would be the best way to make sure that he never wants to leave us.”
“You mean you want to marry him?” Wendy was not sure how she felt about that idea.
“Just in the sense that others will look at us as a family, actually I want us to marry him, even if it is just a common law arrangement.”
“Is that like where we live with him but there is no actual marriage?”
“Yes sweetie, and if we are really good, and really smart, we can make him think that it is his idea. That way he won’t think that we trapped him into being our man.”
“So we would share him, just like we share everything? Cool. We should go over there and get him to fuck you mom. It is your turn.”
“I was thinking the same thing. But first we have a lot of work to do. Have you decided what to get him for his birthday present?”
“Music. He loves music and so do I, so I was thinking that we should buy some CD’s that we really love so he can share the experience with us. I started making a list in my head, maybe ten disks, would that be a good gift?”
“It is brilliant. And if he already happens to have any of the ones we buy, then we can just take them back and get something else. You my dear are just so smart.”
“Thanks mom. About last night, thanks for making that happen. I wanted to wait until tomorrow, but it really was getting hard to. Besides, I think tomorrow will be even better because that is out of the way. Now we can relax and have a great time from the very first minute without anyone wondering what is going to happen and when.”
“Once again you amaze me with your insight. So get dressed, we have some shopping to do. I’ll get breakfast and coffee ready and then get myself ready while you are eating. We are going to have so much fun!”
“I used to think it would be nice to have a sister, but mom you are like a sister only better. Love you.”
“Love you too sweetness.”

Chapter Two
Shopping was always fun for the girls even though they always had to watch every dollar they spent. They found a music store that was having a sale and quickly went to work finding the CDs that they hoped to find. Wendy loved music she could dance to so she picked out some hip hop and some slower more sensual jazz. Diane loved music that was moody and sensual much like what they had played the night before so her job was more difficult as she wanted to pick really good music that was more unknown.
They spent two hours in the store and only found seven disks to buy, but that was enough for them to get a good deal by buying in quantity. After the store they decided to go for lunch and to Diane’s amazement they found themselves right across the street from The Lotus Petal, the Thai restaurant that Daniel and Shali owned.
“Hey, do you feel like a nice bowl of soup for lunch? That is Daniel’s place right over there.”
“Cool, I really liked him, hey and we can meet his wife. How cool would that be.”
They made their way over to the small establishment and then stopped to look at the pictures in the windows of all of the dishes that were offered inside.
“Mom, everything is so pretty. I have never seen food look like this before.”
“I can’t say that I have either. No wonder Albert eats here so much.” They pushed through the door to a tinkling of welcoming bells. There was colorful plants that they had never seen before, most of them silk although some were made of painted wood.
“Wendy! Diane! What a surprise to see you so soon. Welcome to our humble establishment. Please have a seat.”
“Daniel this is so wonderful, like stepping into another world.”
“Hi Danny, we were shopping and when we saw your restaurant we had to come in.”
“Let me get you some tea, and may I present you to my wife? Her and I were discussing you this morning.”
“Really? Good things I hope.”
“Maybe, excuse me I will be right back.”
When he returned he had a petite oriental woman on his arm. She was kind of pretty but more exotic than beautiful, and the kitchen whites of a chef really did nothing more than enhance her complexion. Her most remarkable feature was her brilliant smile and her very dark eyes that seemed to shine.
“Wendy, Diane, this is my wife Shali, would you mind if we joined you? We think it is fate that you came in today.”
“Nice to meet you Shali, we had your food last night and it was incredible. Wendy and I just thought we would try some soup for lunch, we are shopping for a present for Albert’s birthday.”
“So you and Albert? He is a good friend and has been alone too long. Anyway, as fortune has it, we are both agreed that the wine he gave us is very good. He told me that you are the purveyor and so we would like to buy some for the restaurant. We do not have a large selection yet but we hope to build it up.”
“Have you any idea how much you want to buy?”
“Five cases to start. If the price works we will use it as our house wine as well as sell it by the bottle. Most of our customers buy by the glass or carafe so we sell more house wine.”
“I can have it drop shipped in less than a week, and our holiday will not effect it because it is Canadian. Did you want to try a white wine as well?”
“You can supply us with one that is good?”
“I have two different ones at home. I have tried one and it is very nice, light, dry and fruity. I think it would go very well with your dishes. If you like, we could also design a special label for you. That makes for a nice touch especially when customers want a whole bottle.”
“We had not thought of that, does it cost much extra?”
“Not if you allow me to design the label, I can draft a few ideas on my computer. Wendy is really good at that as well.”
“Okay, can you drop off the white wine for us to sample?”
“This afternoon if that is okay, and thank you for your order. I will bring the paper work for you to sign so that I can order it today as well.”
“Excellent! We have decided to stay instead of going back to Thailand. The opportunities for us are just better here. We must get back to work, the lunch crowd is not that big but we get a lot of afternoon traffic from shoppers on the weekends. Lunch is on us, enjoy.”
Diane could not believe how suddenly she was doing so well with wine sales. Of course it was because of Albert. She smiled at Wendy who was beaming at her and then picked up her cell and dialed Albert’s number.
“Albert it is Diane. You are the most marvelous man I have ever met. I just got an order from your friend Daniel and it could work out to as much as ten cases a month! I could just kiss you!”
“Maybe you should, we can consider it my commission.”
“You are going to get more than kisses for your commission you sexy wonderful man! I know you are busy, so I won’t keep you. Wendy and I will see you later.”
“Congratulations on your first commercial wine sale, I hope there will be many more.”
“Me too. It has given me the incentive to start talking to restaurants and follow your suggestion about the wine clubs. Maybe we can talk about it over dinner. Will you still be making it to our place by seven?”
“Maybe sooner if I get off the phone now.”
“Okay, see you when you get there.”
“Gee mom, isn’t this great? It is like everything is suddenly better.”
“I know! That is why we must be the best we can so that he will never want to be with anyone but us.”
Later when they were getting into the car Diane realized that her recent success was a powerful aphrodisiac, she was so fucking horny that she was considering making a stop at Albert’s for a good hard fuck. She knew it was not an option though, he was busy and she had to go home and make up the paperwork for Daniel’s order and then get back to the restaurant to drop off the wine.
“Albert better be up for some serious sex when he comes over tonight. I wonder if I can find some Viagra or something just to make sure.”
“Gee mom, you are really different today. Is something wrong?”
“I’m not sure, I just think it is the result of finally knowing that your needs are being taken care of, it is sort of like mine were all bottled up inside. Now we can both get laid, hopefully without any problems.”
“So what do we do if Albert thinks we are too much for him?”
“Worry about that if and when the time comes I guess. I think we sort of have to continue to try to make him feel like he is in control.”
“Is that why we did what we did last night? Calling him Sir and telling him my pussy was actually his?”
“Mostly. Men like to think they are in control, it is the job of women to let them think that and even encourage it. Often women are more themselves when with other women, but it does not take away our need for a warm body with a nice cock.”
“His cock is lovely.”
“Yes it is. Just the right size for a girl, and for fucking a nice horny asshole.”
“Eww! Really? That sounds gross mom. Does it really feel good?”
“It hurts worse than losing your cherry, but afterwards it is sometimes even more intensely pleasurable than getting fucked in your pussy.