Message-ID: <33427asstr$1005621004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "The Paganist" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 20:50:13 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} Minding the Girls 13/16 (mf mg) X-Original-Subject: 13_Mothers_Day Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 22:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates {The Paganist} Minding the Girls 13/16 (mf, mg) This story is fiction. Agatha Christie didn't commit a chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things. If you can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world then you shouldn't read this. If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS! Go away. Visit another group. Leave us alone. If you do read this and find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem. I would appreciate any feedback on this story, even flaming (at least you've taken the trouble to download the story and read it). The Paganist (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk) Minding the Girls by The Paganist Chapter 13 Mother's Day The following day seemed to settle into a rather gloomy one. The previous day's mood of making hay while the sun shines and unbridled sex seemed a long way off. When breakfast was finished I 'phoned the hospital for the latest news on the expected time of Susie's discharge. Finding that it would be in the early afternoon we set about getting ready. After picking Susie up we drove home in a slightly sombre mood and she was installed in the bedroom. Elaine fetched another giant suitcase of clothes for her and She was soon settled. Taking advantage of the sun we all set about sunbathing in the garden. The girls were soon in the pool and spirits starting to rise I was on the blanket again in my shorts while Susie was on the lounger. As I lay there thinking of the previous day's sessions I couldn't help letting things 'grow out of proportion.' In fact one particular thing was growing so much that I had to lay on my stomach. The girl's offer to rub oil on (practically before I had lain down) didn't help. Susie had noticed and was trying hard 'not to notice'. The girls were trying to see how hard they could make things for me (a move that was not unobserved by Susie. She had a smile that grew as other things grew. Eventually she told the girls to stop teasing and I thought that things were going to get really out of hand as first Collette then Elaine slunk over like lions stalking their prey. Sending them back to the pool with a laugh she said that she was sorry but the girls were spoilt and used to getting what they wanted. My reply of "Yes" was also not passed over. She laughed, "I can see they've been playing up haven't they." There were enough close shaves in this to solve the problem. So when Susie asked me to oil her I was only a little frightened that the problem may return. She was wearing a bikini and had rolled over for me to oil her back. She soon slipped her arms back to unfasten the straps of her top. The problem was back and I was in the position that, if I stayed where I was the problem was very close to her face, and if I straddled her back it would be close to something that would make it grow even more. The girls had stopped playing in the pool, and were watching with open interest. As my discomfort grew their giggles became louder until it was obvious that Susie was aware of them. Susie turned over laughing and let her top drop where it would. She decided that she needed a siesta. I helped her to the bedroom with her arm around my neck - apposition that brought her ample breast very close to my face where I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were standing out and trying to compete with my erection lower down. Reaching the bed I thought I felt a little squeeze from the arm as she pressed her breast into my face. The significance of this hit me like a thunderbolt. But I must have been mistaken mustn't I? Helping her into bed I kissed her without thinking (or to be more exact thinking of something else). Feeling embarrassed I beat a hasty retreat. At the pool the girls were waiting for me and insisted that I get into the pool. Yes they were naked and I soon joined them. After a little sex/love play we were all feeling better (and a lot more of each other). It was with a little regret that I called a stop to the fun as Susie may awake any minute. I arranged another barbeque (the girls were sure that mum would like it) and when Susie returned we all went into the garden for a pleasant evening in the warm, fragrant, air of summer. Around nine o'clock the girls decided that they had to go to bed (I thought they were trying to set mum an example) so the party broke up, the girls going to bed while Susie and I sat comfortably on the couch to watch television. We all know that television is a fraud. Incredible amounts of money are thrown into making programs so that we can all say "oh no not that again" or "call me when the news is over" and the ever popular "what's on the other sides". If the space program had been left in their hands they'd have a game where contestants threw stones at the moon to see 'who could get the closest for this weeks star prize - a fridge freezer.' So the program wasn't worth watching and I didn't want to try the video 'cause I couldn't remember where that damn porn video was. We'd slipped into a position where I was sitting and Susie was lying against me, then before I knew exactly how she was laying with her head on a cushion in my lap. The conversation had passed from "I hope the girls haven't been too much of a handful." (I couldn't help a feeling of relief that they weren't there - and the passing thought - is she kidding) through to "they've been planning this for a long time." My mind shot back to Elaine's comment of the previous night and I was lost in thought re-evaluating the events of the last few days and coming to unbelievable conclusions. My thoughts raced around in a little world-of-their-own as my brain tried to make the best sense of this new information. When the brain is busy everything else still keeps working. The heart keeps pumping, the lungs keep breathing, and everything goes onto automatic. Abruptly I came out of deep thought as Susie let out a little giggle. My hand was on her breast and my finger was making little circles around her nipple. I knew that I couldn't have been doing it long but she was clearly responding in a very positive and (considering that this was the early part) noisy way. She was slightly writhing against my hand. I could see clearly the possible endings of Collette saying something like 'it's my turn next' or 'can I watch' or Elaine watching with disappointment as her boyfriend started humping her mother. Looking for a way out I tried gently moving my hand away until I realised where I was moving it to. The expectation showed as she responded by moving the 'to' towards my hand, while she'd now started whining softly (but getting louder). I tried to back off or slow down a little to give me time to think. The writhing and whining slowly increased and I still couldn't see a way out. After thirty minutes or so she suddenly grabbed my hand and jammed it under her nightie were she obviously thought she needed it and started to shudder and scream in orgasm. I frantically looked over to the door to see if the girls were going to come to see what the noise was about. They were already there; they looked as if they'd been there for some time. They were naked. I felt a damn sight more naked than them. ****************************************************************** *** Copyright (c) 2001 by The Paganist. Duplication without *** *** changes or omissions is permitted for personal, *** *** non-profit use. All other rights are reserved. *** *** (Permission may be available.) the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk *** ****************************************************************** <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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