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Turning Pink	By : TheEvilFaery Category: -Misc Cartoons > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 2301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Always the Quiet Ones
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Meilin Lee rubbed her hands together to get some warmth back in them. There was still plenty of snow on the ground, though winter was finally, grudgingly, giving way to spring. She’d walked around her own block five times since she got off the bus, and the cold was really starting to sink in, even through her thick coat. And as she once again approached the high-walled enclosure that held her family’s temple and home, she forced herself to breathe evenly. This was it, no more stalling. She forced down the butterflies that were swarming in her stomach.
At this point, it was almost...nostalgic, in a weird way, to feel so nervous about talking to her mom. Ever since Valentine’s Day last month that power dynamic had shifted wildly. Ever since her and her mother Ming had started...well… Mei felt herself blushing and she giggled a little. It still felt so deliciously naughty to admit, even to herself, that she was having sex with her own mother. Frequently. And much more than that...who knew her mother would have such a submissive streak? One that fit so well with Mei’s own dominant personality.
Mei loved staring her mother in the eyes and making her do as she was told. She loved the way her mother just melted when she had done a good job and earned her daughter’s praise. Deep down, Ming Lee had a deep-seated need to obey, and now that Mei had discovered it, the young girl was taking every advantage of it.
Not that it had caused Mei to slack off on her schoolwork or her extracurriculars. If anything, the sense of power she got from controlling her own mom had spurred her on to be even more driven. Mei stopped and smirked, looking down at her mittened hand. She pulled the mitten off and touched her cheek, which she realized was flushed from much more than the cold. “That’s right,” she murmured to herself. “You’re in charge, Mei. She’ll do as she’s told.” She clenched her bare hand into a fist and strode into the temple courtyard.
As always, her mother was waiting for her at the entrance to the temple. “Hey Mom!” Mei called, hurrying up the steps.
“Hello Mei Mei,” Ming replied with a loving smile. “Did you have a good day at...oh!” Mei took her mother by the wrist and pulled her into the small office she kept in the adjoining building. Once they were inside, Mei quickly pulled off her heavy coat and threw it over her mom’s chair. Then, while her mother watched, wide-eyed, her back against the door, Mei pulled off her shirt. Then her undershirt. She kicked her shoes off and pulled down her thick leggings and her panties. And finally, she shimmied her pleated skirt down her bare legs and stepped out of it, wearing nothing but her white socks.
Mei grinned at her mother wickedly. The adult woman didn’t seem to be breathing, and her face was turning an adorable shade of pink. Mei loved the reaction her naked body had on her mother. Being naked while her mom was still clothed was such a rush. It felt so dirty, and so powerful. So wrong, but so perfectly right. She stalked towards Ming, running her fingers up and down her naked torso, playing with the little puffy mounds on her chest. Ming shivered in place and dropped to her knees like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
“Were you good today, Mom?” Mei asked in a husky whisper.
Ming trembled visibly, and she lowered her gaze to the ground. “No, sweetie, I wasn’t.”
“So you were bad.” Ming flinched, but nodded. “How bad?” Mei stepped close enough to caress her mother’s cheek with the back of her hand.
“Just once,” Ming breathed. “With...with my favorite. The blue one.” Mei giggled softly. Her own pussy was starting to tingle with her mother’s shameful admission that she’d masturbated today. Of course, Mei didn’t explicitly tell her that she couldn’t, but she was a good girl if she didn’t. And Ming loved to be a good girl. She had a very active libido, though, made so much moreso by the regular loving she was getting from her daughter. She could usually only restrain herself for two or three days at a time.
“Naughty girl,” Mei accused, and Ming flinched again. “Key,” Mei said crisply, holding out her hand. Ming reached into the pocket of her coat and fished out a small key ring, pressing it into her daughter’s hand. Mei quickly went to the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet near her mother’s desk, a drawer where they’d been keeping a selection of toys locked up for occasions just such as these.
“Hmmm...here we go...” Mei said with a wicked grin, standing up straight. Ming’s eyes widened as she saw what her daughter was holding. A smooth, stainless-steel object, one end a flared teardrop shape, while the other had a short narrow post that ended with a flat base that had a glittering red costume gem set in it. “You get to run the temple today wearing this.”
Ming whimpered softly. “Mei Mei...”
“Shhhh,” Mei said, stroking her mother’s hair. “Come on now...take your punishment like a good girl.” Those magic words always made Ming shiver, and she nodded, rising up a little on her knees. She reached up under her skirt and pulled her black, lacy panties down her thighs and then went back down, this time on her hands and knees, her ass up and her back arched.
Mei took the opportunity to run her hands all over her mother’s body. Even through her clothes, she loved feeling all of Ming’s curves, and the way the older woman practically purred as her daughter caressed her. Finally, her own hand reached up Ming’s dark green business skirt, and she could feel all the wetness seeping down her mother’s thighs. Mei chuckled, squeezing her own thick thighs together and feeling her own wetness sliding between them.
The young girl slid her mother’s skirt up her legs tortuously slowly, until finally Ming’s plump ass was bared to her view, with her shaven pussy, plump, wet and swollen, peeking out from between her legs. Mei licked her lips and dove in, first into her mother’s pussy, her small pink tongue darting out to lap up the salty-sweet honey.
Ming hissed and moaned. “Baby girl, no!” Mei loved her mother’s token resistance.
“Yes.” Mei said softly, giving her mother’s creamy ass a very light slap. Ming squeaked and her whole body tensed for a moment before relaxing with a shudder. Mei moved up and pressed her face between her mother’s cheeks, her tongue extended to caress her mother’s puckered rosebud.
With a long, guttural groan Ming lowered her face down to the floor, pushing her rear end up and towards her daughter’s face, a mute plea to go deeper. Mei was happy to answer her mother’s prayers, opening her mouth and kissing Ming’s ass deeply, plunging her tongue in and out and lashing it all over until drool was dripping down her chin. Ming panted and groaned with pure bliss, her hips twitching forward every so often. But she was being good...Mei didn’t see her even start to reach her hand towards her pussy.
So Mei rewarded her. She pulled back and set the tip of the butt plug against Ming’s asshole, watching in fascination as it expanded and contracted around the little metal nub, almost like a sucking mouth. It was slick with Mei’s saliva, and eager to be filled, so the smooth metal went in with a tiny push, making Ming shudder again, gasping as the cold metal filled her. Mei admired the way the little red gem winked at her between her mother’s cheeks for a moment, then slid over to Ming’s front, catching the older woman in a deep kiss that allowed her to taste her own ass on her daughter’s tongue.
“Oh Mei Mei...” Ming mumbled deliriously against Mei’s mouth. “Thank you...”
Mei giggled and gently petted her mother on the head. “Of course...you’re being so good!” Ming giggled a little herself and wriggled in place, almost like an excited puppy. Mei let her gaze drift away and she licked her lips. Now was as good a time as any. Her mom was relaxed, but aching with need. Pliable.
“Hey, Mom,” Mei said softly, and Ming looked up at the sudden change in her daughter’s voice. “I wanted to...” Mei bit back the word ‘ask.’ She wasn’t asking. She was telling. “Mom,” she started again, fighting down the hesitancy that kept trying to creep into her voice. “You know how much I love spending time with you. But I’ve been spending a lot of time with you lately. My friends miss me. And to be honest, as much as I love playing with you, I miss them too.”
Ming blinked, looking hurt. She bit her lip and sat back on her heels gracefully, only squirming a little with the sensations the toy in her ass sent through her as she moved. “I...I don’t want to keep you from your friends, Mei Mei,” she murmured. “I understand...if you need to go sometimes...”
Mei smiled and shook her head. “I don’t want to though,” she said, reaching out and setting her hands over Ming’s. Ming turned her hands over and threaded her fingers through her daughter’s, squeezing slightly. “I want to be with you every day.”
Ming tilted her head quizzically, looking confused. “But your friends...”
Mei couldn’t help herself. She grinned widely, giggling in a way that immediately put a nervous look on her mother’s face. Mei leaned in close, her lips brushing Ming’s ear and making her shiver. “All I have to do is share.”
Ming’s face went white, then red. She sucked in a huge breath, as if she was about to shout, but quickly cupped both hands over her mouth. “You told them?!” she finally managed to force out in a strangled whisper.
“Not yet,” Mei said, the grin on her face turning into a smirk. “I wanted to tell you, first.”
“Mei, you can’t!” Ming begged, reaching out for her daughter’s hands again. “Please Mei, if anyone found out about this...”
Mei shook her head and rather than take her mother’s hands, she cupped Ming’s face between hers. “Mom, Miriam, Priya, Abby? I trust them with everything. I’ve told them things I could never even tell you, not even now. Even if they aren’t into this?” Mei chuckled a little, her lips curving in a devilish smile. “And I’m pret-ty sure they will be...but even if they aren’t, I know they’ll keep my secrets.”
Rather than looking reassured, Ming just looked more and more hopeless as Mei spoke. She started shaking beneath her daughter’s hands on her cheeks, and she nuzzled her face against those soft hands as if trying to find some little bit of comfort. “Mei Mei...I can’t! With those other girls? You want me to...Mei, I just can’t! Please don’t make me!”
“Shhh...” Mei stroked her hand over her mom’s cheek, then over her hair, and then back down her cheek and neck. She did this several times, until some of the tension began to drain out of Ming under her daughter’s caress despite herself. “It’s okay, Mom. I’m gonna take it slow...just one at a time.”
Ming whimpered softly. “Mei Mei, I’d be so humiliated...” she sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Mei leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, ending by just lightly running her tongue against her mouth.
“I know,” Mei whispered in a voice that burned with mischievous lust. Ming started shaking again as she realized she wasn’t going to be getting any mercy. “And I can’t wait to watch you squirm.” Mei kissed her again. “But I know you’ll be a good girl for me, right?” Ming whimpered again at those words. “You’re gonna do as I say...and as my friends say, right?” she pressed.
Ming shuddered deeply and leaned forward until her head was resting on Mei’s bare shoulder. Mei stroked her hair again as Ming nodded against her. “So good,” Mei whispered.
“Who...who are you bringing first?” Ming asked in a tiny, tiny voice.
“Priya,” Mei said simply. She chuckled a little and kissed the top of her mother’s head. “Out of all of them, she’s the one I’m most sure is gonna want to play with us.”
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Mei waited several days for Friday to roll around before she made her move. It was perfect for a few reasons. First, she wanted to let her Mom get used to the idea. Second, her Dad had a camping trip with his brothers that weekend, so they’d have the house completely to themselves. And of course, not being a school night, she could make it a sleepover.
The hard part was catching Priya alone, without any of their other friends. Luckily, they had one advanced math class together that none of the other girls shared, so Mei was able to pass her a note asking to meet her, alone, in one of the more isolated restrooms after class was over.
Mei fairly jogged to the girl’s room once they got out, and she was practically vibrating with impatience for Priya to get there. Now that it was time, she could barely contain herself. The idea of sharing her mother with all of her friends...it sent such a hot, burning thrill through her that she could feel herself getting wet just thinking about it. She was so distracted with the thought of tying her mom down while all four of them teased and used her unmercifully that when the door opened as Priya stepped in she jumped and shrieked in surprise.
“Uh, Mei? You alright girl?” Priya asked in her usual deadpan tone. Priya’s face was set in a neutral expression, like pretty much always, but Mei could see the tiny signs that she was surprised by Mei’s reaction, and overall confused.
Mei put her hand over her chest, trying to catch her breath after being startled out of her skin. “Um, yeah!” she shook her head and laughed breathlessly. “Sorry, you kinda caught me off guard there.”
“Yeah, I got that,” the laconic girl said, with just a hint of sarcasm. “So what’s up?”
Priya didn’t like to waste words. It was one of the things Mei liked best about her. Her other friends were great to talk to, but sometimes the chattiness started to wear on her. With Priya, you said what you needed, she said what she needed, and after that, there could just be a comfortable silence. So Mei was direct. “You wanna sleep over tonight?”
Priya lifted one eyebrow. “At your place? Just me?” It was no secret that Ming hadn’t exactly...approved of Mei’s friends all the time, so sleepovers at her home were pretty rare. Much rarer was any sleepover where all four girls in the squad weren’t present.
But in a way, Mei was sort of setting a trap, and she knew just how to bait it. “Yeah,” she nodded. She took a deep breath and bit her lip. This was it...the point of no return. “I...need to talk with you...just you.” She leaned in conspiratorially, even though the two of them were very alone at the moment. “I...kind of have a...a girlfriend.”
Priya’s impassive facade cracked at that. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open slightly. It was their biggest shared secret...the one even Miriam and Abby weren’t privy to. The fact that the two of them liked boys and girls. “Mei, are you serious?” Priya whispered back, her voice lightly tinged with excitement. “Who is it? Does she go to this school? Do I know her?”
Mei shook her head, feeling herself blush brightly. She felt a little bad about fibbing, but it wasn’t like it was a total lie. “She doesn’t go to this school...but you do know her. I...can’t talk about this right now though, okay? Tonight?” Mei grabbed Priya’s hand and gave her her best puppy dog eyes. Priya blushed a little herself. “Please come?”
“Yeah, girl, of course.” Priya replied. Her face was starting to sink back towards her usual inexpressive setting. But her eyes, they were still sparkling with excitement. And Mei could hear the restraint in her voice. She clearly wanted to ask a ton of questions. Well, she was just going to have to wait for that. “I wouldn’t leave you hanging,” she finished with simple sincerity.
“Great!” Mei heaved a huge sigh of relief. “Come by around seven, okay? My dad’s not there, so we’ll probably just order something.
Priya nodded. “Seven. I’ll be there.” The bell for the next class of the day rang, and both girls made for the door. “You gotta spill when I get there, though. I wanna know everything.”
“Don’t worry,” Mei replied, unable to keep a nervous, almost manic grin off her face. “You will.”
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That evening Priya got off the bus, walking towards Mei’s home and temple with her backpack slung over one shoulder and a head that wouldn’t stop buzzing with annoying thoughts. Though it might surprise most people who knew her, Priya had a lot going on behind her stoic mask. It was just easier to put up a front and deal with things internally, at least normally.
But right now Priya’s emotions were a jumbled mess. She was genuinely excited to hear about Mei’s mysterious girlfriend...but maybe she was a little jealous, too? Jealous that Mei had found a girlfriend first, jealous that Mei had been bold enough to put herself out there that much…
Jealous of Mei’s new girlfriend? Priya winced and slowed to a stop at that thought. It was a dumb thought and she really wished it would stop popping up. She didn’t really have a crush on Mei. She’d thought this through extensively. Mei was just the only person who knew that Priya liked girls, and since Mei liked girls too it was literally impossible not to imagine the two of them together. That was it.
Sure, Mei was so pretty. And exciting. And funny. And even though Priya prided herself on being calm and collected at all times, she couldn’t help but admire the explosive way Mei always let herself feel her own feelings. But those were all the things that made Mei such a good friend. That was it.
Satisfied that she’d resolved that little dilemma, Priya entered the temple courtyard. Before she could even knock, the front door flew open and Mei yanked her inside, hugging her tight. “Priya! You’re here!” Priya gasped as Mei squeezed her.
“Uh, yeah, I’m not late, right?” Priya said, awkwardly patting Mei’s shoulders.
“Nope, right on time!” Mei said, grabbing hold of Priya’s shoulders and holding her out at arm’s length. Priya lifted an eyebrow. Mei seemed a little more...on...than usual. Plus her cheeks were bright pink and there was a little sheen of sweat on her forehead, and she was breathing heavily. She was dressed really...casually. Just a faded pink t-shirt and a pair of white shorts that Priya knew she frequently slept in.
“Everything okay?”
Mei started to giggle, but cut herself off with an obvious effort. No question now...Mei was nervous. Priya felt her stomach flutter a little bit as a thought occurred to her. What if she doesn’t really have a girlfriend? What if she wanted to ask me if… Priya winced again as Mei led her inside and she forced the annoying little thought down again. Luckily, Mei seemed to be a little in her own head as well and didn’t notice Priya’s odd movement.
As they entered the living room, Priya saw a couple of pizza boxes on the counter that separated the kitchen. “So, um...pizza got here just a few minutes before you did,” Mei said, gesturing towards them. “Go ahead and help yourself. Mom and me were just gonna watch a little TV.”
Priya had removed her coat and started walking towards the pizza, but that made her pause. “Like, you were gonna eat pizza in the living room?” she asked incredulously. “That um...” Priya trailed off. She didn’t want to say anything bad about Mei’s mom, Mei usually reacted pretty poorly to that. But that really didn’t sound like her.
Mei’s lips curved up in a knowing little smirk. “Yeah...Mom’s sort of...” she giggled again and shrugged. “She’s taking things a little easier right now.”
At that moment, Ming Lee emerged from her bedroom. Priya couldn’t help but stare a little, but she was careful to keep her face as neutral as always. She’d never seen Mei’s mother like this. Like Mei herself, it looked like she was dressed for a slumber party, wearing just a long, dark green shirt that went down to her mid-thigh. Mei’s mom has nice legs, was all the coherent thought Priya could squeeze out.
And if Mei seemed nervous, Ming seemed downright scared. Her face actually seemed to pale a little as she saw Priya standing there, and she stopped in the hallway, biting her lip.
“Mom, you remember Priya, right?” Mei said, taking Priya’s arm and pulling her close.
“Of...course...” Ming said after a moment, a tense little smile on her face. “It’s wonderful to see you again, dear. Have you...eaten yet?”
Priya shook her head wordlessly.
“Well, please, help yourself!” Ming let out a brittle little laugh. “I hope pizza’s okay...I’m not nearly the cook Mei’s father is.”
“It’s fine,” Priya said in a low tone. She grabbed a couple of slices and went to the couch. All of a sudden there was a thick tension in the air, and Priya couldn’t explain it. She knew things had been tense between Mei and her Mom...maybe they had a fight? But then why was Priya still spending the night? Well, it didn’t matter. After they’d eaten, Priya hoped they could just go back to Mei’s room and...whatever was gonna happen would happen.
Priya took a seat in the armchair, while Mei and her mom sat next to each other on the couch. Mei turned on a Chinese period drama that Priya knew she usually watched with her mom. It was all in Cantonese, but there were English subtitles, so Priya could follow. She knew a little bit of the story from what Mei had told her.
They watched and ate in silence, that sense of tension hanging in the air. Priya just kept her eyes on the TV, though she periodically cast some surreptitious glances at her hosts. Mei seemed impatient, wolfing down her pizza, her feet tapping on the ground and her hands always moving, tapping on the couch, smoothing out her shorts, rubbing her palms together.
Ming on the other hand barely picked at her own slice. She wasn’t really watching the show, either. Most of the time she just seemed to stare at the floor, lost in thought. Once, Priya looked over at the same time Ming glanced at her, and the older woman’s face turned bright red and she quickly looked away.
Finally, the show ended, and Mei turned off the television with the remote. Silence reigned for several agonizingly long seconds. Then Mei sucked in a deep breath. “Okay,” she muttered, mostly to herself. She turned toward Priya. “Okay, Priya...so. Yeah...” Mei trailed off. Ming was staring at her daughter with her eyes wide.
“So...you know how I said I had a girlfriend?”
Priya’s stolid facade cracked wide open. Her jaw dropped and she stared at Mei, aghast. “Mei…!” she said in a strangled whisper, turning to look at Ming. Mei’s mother’s head was turned away, and Priya couldn’t see her face.
Mei shook her head, a breathless little giggle in her voice that made Priya’s stomach do a little flip flop for some reason. “It’s okay Priya...she knows.”
“She knows?” Though Priya’s tone stayed relatively even, the volume definitely went up on that last word.
“Yeah...” Mei looked down at her hands in her lap, and they suddenly curled into tight fists. “So, Priya...look,” Mei looked up and her eyes were absolutely burning behind her glasses. “You’ve gotta promise you won’t tell anyone about this, okay? I mean, anyone. Not even the other girls. Not ever. Even...even if you don’t wanna be friends anymore.”
Priya blinked. “Mei...I won’t ever stop being your friend. And...the girls would be okay with you having a girlfriend.”
“I hope so...” Mei murmured, glancing away for a moment with a little smile on her face. But then she looked Priya in the eyes again and that fiery intensity was back. “Do you promise?”
Priya was still taken aback, but she nodded. She couldn’t explain why, but she suddenly felt shaky all over. Mei could be a little bossy sometimes, it was true, but this hit different. There was something in Mei’s tone and posture that Priya couldn’t say no to. “Jeez. Yeah. Yeah, of course Mei. I promise.”
“Good. Mom?” Ming finally turned her face back, and Priya saw that she was white as a sheet.
“Baby...” Ming whispered pleadingly, her voice shaking.
“Be good,” Mei ordered. Once again, there was something harder than steel in those words, and even though they weren’t directed at her, hearing them sent a sudden spark up Priya’s spine that made her sit up straight. The effect that it had on Ming was even more extreme. Her face went red, then white again, and Priya could hear a plaintive, almost puppy-like whine in the back of the woman’s throat for just a moment before she nodded, curling her fingers into the fabric of her shirt.
Mei turned in her seat so that she was fully facing her mother, and with one last quick glance at Priya, she slid her arms around Ming’s neck and brought their lips together in a deep kiss that was anything but sweet or familial. Priya could hear Ming let out a soft moan, and her hands folded primly in her lap, clenched tightly together, but she still returned the kiss with relish.
Priya’s mouth dropped open again. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. All she could do was watch as Mei and Ming’s tongue slid together in a wet, incestuous kiss.
Mei opened her eyes, glancing over at Priya, and smiled through the kiss. She broke it off, looking infinitely more relaxed than she had a few moments ago. In fact, she actually leaned back against the couch, her hands folded behind her head as she kicked her feet up on the coffee table. Ming still had her eyes closed, and her face was blushing brilliantly.
“So what do you think, Priya?” Ming asked, amusement bubbling up in her voice. “Isn’t my ‘girlfriend’ cute?”
Priya swallowed and licked her lips and tried to say something, but all that came out was a kind of dazed little croak.
“It’s okay,” Mei said. “I could tell you liked it.” When Priya looked at her questioningly, Mei touched the corner of her mouth. When Priya mimicked the gesture she was surprised to find she’d been drooling. And not only that, all of a sudden Priya felt...warm. Very warm.
“We do more than just kiss, too,” Mei said in a low, eager tone.
Priya stared at her. She doesn’t mean...she couldn’t…
“Mom, show Priya the goods.”
Ming shook her head, clutching at the neckline of her shirt with one hand. “Mei Mei, please...I don’t think I can do this!” The adult sounded perilously close to tears, and Mei frowned, sitting up straight again. She got up on her knees and cuddled Ming’s head to her chest, stroking her hair, and Ming clung tightly to her daughter, her arms around her waist. It was a total reversal of the usual mother and daughter roles, and such a strange sight.
“Shhh,” Mei soothed. “I know you can do this. For me.” She put a small hand under Ming’s chin and turned her head up to look into her eyes, smiling lovingly. “You love to obey, don’t you Momma?” Mei asked.
“...oh...” A soft little sound escaped Priya’s lips, too soft to be heard. Something about that word sent a whole swarm of butterflies fluttering in her belly. She found she was holding her breath again.
“Yes, baby, I do...” Ming said breathlessly.
“Then be a good girl,” Mei said, and once again her tone sent sparks racing down Priya’s spine. This time though, they settled between her legs and she quickly squeezed her thighs together.
Ming gave her daughter a shaky smile and nodded. Mei smiled back, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead before releasing her. Ming stood, closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. Then she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, letting it fall to the ground as she stood with her hands at her sides.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Priya could feel the drool this time, and she quickly licked it off of her chin. She’d never been this close to a naked adult woman before. And Mei’s mom was beautiful. Her hips were round and inviting, and her full breasts were so round and perfectly shaped, with her brown nipples standing out sharply in the cool air. Priya’s gaze lingered on Ming’s pussy, the smooth, shaven mound glistening with arousal and the little button of her clit peeking out through the folds. Despite her nervousness, it was obvious that she actually liked this.
Or maybe she just likes doing what Mei tells her… Priya shivered suddenly and hugged herself. The sight of Ming’s naked body, so shamelessly offering herself to the two young girls, sent lust pulsing through her...but she also felt so skinny and awkward and plain all of a sudden. If Mei had her, why would she ever want… Priya couldn’t finish the thought.
Mei stood up, standing beside her mother and sliding her hand over the grown woman’s naked belly, moving up to cup one of her large breasts, her fingers gently kneading the soft flesh and making Ming moan softly. “She’ll do whatever we tell her,” Mei said, smiling boldly at Priya.
Priya blinked, working her mouth for a moment before she finally managed to ask, “We?”
Mei tilted her head, looking at her friend quizzically, then she laughed. “Well, yeah!” She turned her head to give Ming’s breast a soft kiss, then turned back, shaking her head. “You didn’t think I was just showing off, did you? I wanna share.”
“I...” It was like Priya’s brain was filled with static.
“It’s a lot, I know,” Mei said sympathetically. “But c’mon Priya...” She chuckled wickedly. “I know you like big boobs. You told me so.” Ming let out a little cry and cupped her hands over her flaming cheeks, but Mei ignored her for the moment, instead just slipping her hand under her mother’s perky breasts and bounding them lightly, making them jiggle in a way that seemed almost hypnotic. Priya couldn’t look away. “See?” Mei said coaxingly. “They’re so nice to touch. So soft...come on over here and see for yourself.”
Priya felt strangely weightless as she stood. Step by step she made her way to the couch, reaching out with her left hand as she approached. And then, she stopped. Her hand was only a few inches away from Ming’s soft flesh. She actually thought she could feel the heat coming from her skin, but it might have just been her imagination. “Do...” Priya shuddered, looking at Mei. “Do you really want me to?”
Mei tilted her head again, looking suddenly uncertain. “I mean...yeah. But...” The corner of her mouth went up in a nervous smirk. “I mean...only if you want to, though. I don’t wanna...I mean if you don’t want to it’s...fine...” Mei trailed off. She looked vaguely hurt now, and Priya felt her stomach twist with frustration.
Priya did want to. She could feel her wet panties clinging to her pussy. She wanted to grab Mei’s mom’s tits and squeeze them and lick them and suck them...but something was holding her back. She wanted it...but there was something else she wanted, too. Something she was having a hard time understanding, let alone put into words.
She closed her eyes and lowered her head, letting her hand fall back to her side. Though she couldn’t see it, Mei looked crushingly disappointed, and Ming looked sharply relieved. But then she opened her eyes again, looking at her best friend, trying to keep her voice as steady and low as it always was. “Maybe it’s weird, but...you think I could do it alone? Just me and her?”
Mei blinked, but after a moment her eyes widened in understanding. “Ohhhh...” Mei smiled again, much more genuinely. “I think I get it...kinda embarrassing to have someone watch your first time, huh? Well, I guess I didn’t have an audience, so it’s only fair.” Mei stood up and smoothed out her shorts. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she said with a wink.
“Mei...” Ming said in a plaintive whimper.
“Shhh...” Mei ran her fingers through her mother’s hair then slipped her hand down to caress her cheek. “Just be a good girl, Mom. Do what she says. Make me proud.” Ming leaned her head into the touch, whining softly as Mei stepped back and went down the hall, going into her room and closing the door.
Thick, heavy silence reigned as Ming stared at the floor, clearly trembling, while Priya stared at her wordlessly. Finally, Priya spoke, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “Do you like doing what she tells you?”
Ming sucked in a breath and, after a moment, nodded, still not looking up. “Does...” Priya held her breath, trying to figure out how to put what she was feeling into words. “Does it feel...good?” Her voice dropped into a whisper at the last word, a word that had a faint note of pleading in it.
At that, Ming actually looked up, surprise written across her face. She studied Priya’s face carefully for a moment, then nodded. “Yes,” she murmured, somehow sounding much more ‘normal’ than she had all evening. “It...does.”
“I...” Words utterly failed Priya. Her face settled into its usual, neutral expression, and she just couldn’t force herself to push through the cool, deadpan facade, even though she was absolutely boiling beneath it.
Ming looked at her carefully. Priya just helplessly looked back. Finally, Mei’s mother let out a little sigh, and a tiny, understanding smile appeared on her face. “You’re very good at putting up a wall between you and the world, aren’t you?” she asked softly.
Priya’s eyes widened a little, but she still couldn’t force herself to respond. The adult nodded a little, almost to herself. “I know how that feels...sometimes it’s just too much, and it’s just easier to brick yourself up and protect yourself. But...then sometimes it feels like you’re trapped on the other side of the wall, doesn’t it?”
Priya nodded, just slightly. The naked woman hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, dropping to her knees and pulling Priya into a tight hug. Priya sucked in a breath. Mei’s mom was so, so soft and warm, and she smelled so good...the young girl didn’t return the hug, but she did lean her head slightly on Ming’s shoulder.
“You...want my little girl, don’t you?” Ming asked, thoughtfully. Priya froze up again, but Ming chuckled, a tiny little laugh of wonder and surprise. “You want her to tell you what to do. You want...you want to obey her.”
“Yessssss...” the word escaped Priya’s lips in a soft hiss. Suddenly, she was shaking all over.
Ming chuckled again and drew back, looking at Priya with a strange kind of amused envy, all the nervousness in her posture gone. “I wish I’d figured that out when I was your age,” she said with a rueful little smile. “I could have had so much more fun.”
Something about that cracked the mask a little more, and Priya let out a huffing little laugh without smiling. “Wait here, dear,” Ming said, sounding very motherly all of a sudden. “And when she comes out...just do what comes naturally.” Priya didn’t understand, but she couldn’t ask what the older woman meant before she fully released her and stood, walking down the hallway. Priya swallowed again as she saw Ming’s perfectly round ass swaying as she walked.
She heard Ming knock on Mei’s door, and then there were a few words murmured back and forth that Priya couldn’t catch. A few moments later the door opened and Mei came back down the hallway with her mother following demurely behind. There was a confused expression on the young girl’s face as she stopped, standing behind the couch, looking at Priya who was still standing stiffly in the middle of the living room.
“Priya?” Mei asked. “Mom said...you wanted to show me something?” Priya’s eyes slid over to Ming, who was blushing again, but still smiling as she walked around the couch to stand beside Priya and sank to her knees, her head lowered and her hands flat on her thighs.
Understanding finally dawned, and with a huge feeling of relief, Priya dropped to her knees right next to the nude woman, copying her posture.
Mei goggled at the two of them. “What...Priya? What are you doing?”
Priya still didn’t think she could speak, but Ming kindly answered for her. “I think your friend wants to be a good girl too, Mei Mei.” Mei’s mom’s voice sounded surer and more confident than it had all night, though there was still a strongly deferential tone as she addressed her daughter. Priya dared a little glance up. Mei was staring at her with an expression so stunned it looked like someone had hit her in the back of the head with a board. Under normal circumstances it would have been funny, but right now Priya wanted her friend to take back the control she’d so easily commanded before she’d left the room.
So she turned her head slightly to look at Ming. The adult was smiling at her, all the doubt and fear completely gone from her eyes. There was just...understanding.
Just do what comes naturally… Ming’s words sounded again in Priya’s mind, and she shivered a little. Natural...her natural place...was under Mei. So Priya closed her eyes, leaning forward until her forehead was resting on the ground and her hands were on either side of her head, completely lowering herself before her friend. She could hear Mei suck in a sharp breath, and then there was the sound of her friend clambering over the back of the couch. Mei’s bare feet entered Priya’s vision, but she didn’t lift her head.
She didn’t have permission.
“Priya...look at me.” Priya’s breath caught in her throat. There it was...that unmistakable note of command that Mei had used on her own mother, and now was using on her. Priya stayed on her knees, but lifted her upper body on her hands slightly so that she could look up at her friend. Mei was still wearing a look of surprise and confusion, but Priya could see something behind it...something hungry.
“When I...” Mei swallowed. “When I decided to show you all of this,” Mei gestured at her mother and then back at herself. “I thought...” Mei let out a little laugh. “I thought we’d, y’know, play with her...together. Maybe figure out a way to bring Miriam and Abby in on it too.” She shook her head disbelievingly. “I didn’t think you’d want...”
Suddenly, Mei dropped down on her haunches and grabbed Priya’s chin to study her face. Priya desperately wanted to lower her eyes, but she knew that wasn’t what Mei wanted, so she forced herself to gaze coolly back. “You’re so hard to read sometimes,” Mei murmured. “Even for me, and we’ve known each other since kindergarten.”
“She trusts you, Mei,” Ming said softly, watching the two of them intently. “She trusts you with everything, or she wouldn’t be offering this. Do you trust her enough to take it?”
Mei glanced curiously at her mother for a moment, and Ming blushed and smiled, shaking her head ruefully. “When I was your age, there was a girl...” Ming let out a sigh that ended with a chuckle. “But I wasn’t nearly as brave as either of you. I can’t say I wish things had been different, because then I probably wouldn’t have had you, Mei Mei...but I think sometimes of what could have happened.”
Mei looked as surprised as Priya felt as they both looked at the naked woman kneeling next to them. But after a moment, Mei turned back to Priya, still holding her chin in her palm. “Up,” she said softly, rising to her feet. Priya felt her breath becoming rabid as she obeyed. Mei stared into her eyes for a moment longer, until Priya saw her eyes clear, as if she’d just made up her mind, and a tiny, triumphant smile appeared on her face as she whispered, “Mine.”
Priya’s knees started shaking so much that she almost fell down again, but she forced herself to remain standing as she nodded ever so slightly. Mei suddenly bared her teeth in a predatory grin. She slipped behind her friend and Priya gasped as she felt her warm, soft hands slide under the long-sleeved shirt she was wearing to cup the tiny, soft swells on her chest. “These are mine,” Mei breathed into Priya’s ear.
“Yes!” Priya said in a moan, sagging back against her as Ming’s fingers gently squeezed the sensitive flesh and her thumbs stroked over her nipples. Then she felt Mei’s hands sliding down and her eyes widened as they went to her pants and fumbled blindly for a moment before unbuttoning them. The zipper came loose, and Priya felt so exposed as she felt Mei pull her pants and her panties down to her knees, letting the cool air waft over her pussy, the chill making it clear how wet she’d become.
“This is mine,” Mei whispered again, her voice shaking with lust as she grabbed Priya’s slender ass with both hands. Priya moaned her assent again, and Mei’s mouth suddenly latched onto her neck, sucking and nibbling. Priya leaned her head to the side to give her better access.
Then Priya let out a little yelp as Mei suddenly spun her around in place and pushed her. Her pants were tangled around her knees, so she couldn’t do anything but fall back heavily against the couch. Long years of reflex kicked in, and she quickly snapped her legs shut, but Mei, still grinning, leaned forward and spread her knees apart with both hands. “This is mine,” Mei declared, laying her palm flat against Priya’s tingling sex. Priya’s eyes rolled back and she couldn’t stop herself from lifting her hips and trying to rub herself against Mei’s hand. “Say it,” Mei said insistently, pressing the heel of her palm slightly against Priya’s juicy cunt.
“It’s yours,” Priya moaned, shamelessly humping herself against Mei’s hand.
“So don’t you ever try to hide it from me again,” Mei said, grabbing the back of Priya’s head with her other hand as she pressed down harder, moving her palm in a tiny circular motion against her friend’s dripping slit. Priya couldn’t believe how wet she was...she never got like this, not even when she was fingering herself.
“I won’t,” she grunted. “Never again, never. My pussy belongs to you, you can see it whenever you want, touch it whenever you want...”
“Good girl,” Mei praised, and those words made Priya shudder all over as a sudden, burning orgasm swept through her, making her cry out in a strangled voice as honey soaked Mei's hand. She reached up and grabbed Mei’s shoulders, hanging on for dear life, her hips desperately rolling up to rub her clitty against Mei’s palm.
Just as her body began to relax, Priya hissed as Mei’s grip tightened on her hair. Mei climbed onto the couch right next to her and brought her soaked hand to Priya’s mouth. “Look at the mess you made,” Mei chided playfully. “Clean it up.”
Priya whimpered, dutifully lapping her own cum from Mei’s hand. She’d never been brave enough to taste it before, and the faintly bitter, salty flavor filled her mouth and her nose. Soon she was licking in long, slow strokes of her tongue, and finally ended by sucking each of Mei’s fingers clean one by one.
“Come here,” Mei ordered, not giving Priya a chance to obey before she grabbed her slender friend’s collar and half-dragged her to where Ming remained kneeling on the carpet, a pink flush on her face that extended down to her chest. Priya got on her own knees again at Mei’s silent urging, and then Mei grabbed her mother’s right wrist, eliciting a soft cry from the grown woman.
“Mei…!”
“Hush!” Mei snapped, and Ming immediately fell silent, her face going from pink to red. Mei pulled Ming’s hand to Priya’s mouth. “Suck on her fingers,” Mei ordered, and Ming actually flinched.
Priya was confused, but dutifully opened her mouth and did as she was told. Her eyes widened as she could taste pussy juice on Ming’s long, delicate fingers as well. Mei’s mouth went to a hard, thin line as she saw Priya’s reaction. “I knew you couldn’t help yourself,” she accused, and Ming flinched, covering her mouth with her free hand.
“I couldn’t!” Ming confessed. “Watching you...watching her...I just couldn’t stop myself. I tried Mei Mei! I tried so hard...but I couldn’t...”
“You’ve been a bad girl, Mom,” Mei said in a hard, quiet voice. She glanced over at Priya, who was suddenly wrestling with the intense urge to fall to the ground and show Mei her belly like a submissive little puppy. “That’s a rule you need to follow now too, Pri,” Mei commanded. “You are not allowed to play with yourself without my permission. Not even when you’re alone.” A wicked little smile appeared on Mei’s soft pink lips. “If you wanna diddle yourself before bed, or in the shower, you’d better call me first. You understand?”
Priya felt herself blushing deeply. She shivered a bit, swallowed and forced herself to speak. “I...I usually...” she trailed off for a second, then picked back up. “Um...when I wake up in the morning, too,” she finished with a dry whisper, feeling the strangest, sweetest sense of humiliation wash over her with her admission.
Mei lifted an eyebrow and chuckled. “Oh yeah? Guess you better call me when you wake up then, too.” She laid a hand on Priya’s head and stroked her hair gently. “Or you could wait till you get to school, ask permission and then go rub one out in the girl’s room. I think I’d like that.”
Priya swallowed again and nodded, fully aware that she was freely giving even more of her freedom, her agency, herself to her best friend, and reveling in the sense of surrender. “I will,” she promised. “I’ll be good.”
“I believe you,” Mei said with a gentle smile, giving the other girl’s cheek a gentle caress that Priya leaned into blissfully. Then her face hardened as she turned back to her mother. “I think I believe you even more than my own mom, who’s a grown-ass woman and can’t keep her fingers out of her cunt!”
Ming wilted back more and more as Mei dressed her down, and Priya felt her own pussy warm and tingle anew at the strange, obscene sight of a naked adult reduced nearly to tears by the humiliating scolding delivered by her own daughter. At the same time, she felt a lot of sympathy for Ming...being called a ‘good girl’ by her new mistress had been so wonderful that she’d ridden the wave to such a sweet climax...the thought of being on the opposite end of that spectrum made her shudder.
And yet...there was a heavy, almost hungry tension in the air. Being good had rewards...being bad had consequences, every child knew that. And Priya instinctively knew that this was no different. Bad girls needed to be…
“You know I need to punish you, right Mom?” Mei asked, her voice now patient and calm.
Ming nodded and replied in a tearful whimper, “I know...I’m so sorry Mei Mei...” She glanced shamefacedly at Priya. “I’m so out of control...I haven’t been this bad in years. Being with you is just...”
“Shhhh, I know. I know,” Mei said, gently patting her mother on the head. “Just take your punishment like a good girl, and try to be better.” She turned back to Priya and gently poked her friend on the nose, making her blush. “You’d better not have any clothes on when I get back,” she warned before slipping around the couch to head back to her room, swaying her plump ass in her tiny shorts in a way that had both Ming and Priya staring, and in Priya’s case drooling again, as she wiped her chin clean.
Then Priya remembered her orders, and began fumbling to pull her shirt off, getting her arms tangled in the sleeves.
“Let me help,” Ming said, pulling up on the shirt and allowing Priya to escape. She adjusted her glasses, then remembered that she was suddenly bare-chested and crossed her arms over her chest, blushing.
Ming chuckled. “I’ve already seen more than that, dear,” she said archly. “And Mei won’t like it at all if you’re covering yourself like that when she gets back.”
Priya bit her lip and nodded, pushing her pants all the way down her legs and off, leaving her as nude as Ming. She knew she didn’t have long before Mei came back, and she had a question she really wanted to ask. “How did you know?”
Ming shrugged a little and crossed her arms under her breasts. “Like I said, you reminded me of the way I was when I was your age. So cool and unemotional on the outside...but everything churning so hard on the inside. I didn’t really expect you to say anything when Mei left us alone...but you did. So whatever you said had to be the most important thing on your mind.”
And she’d asked Ming how it felt to have Mei controlling her. Priya nodded in understanding. “Do her punishments...hurt?” she asked, and Ming shuddered a little, running her hands down her legs.
“They’re um...” Ming swallowed, blushing again. “Usually more embarrassing than painful, dear. But I think she’s fed up with me so...I’m not sure.” She reached out towards the young girl, and Priya took her hand after a moment, feeling a strange, almost sisterly bond with the adult. “I’ll give her whatever she wants though,” Ming said in a soft, firm voice, her dark eyes sparkling.
Priya felt that flutter in her stomach that grew until she was shaking again. “Me too,” she whispered eagerly. “I’ll give her anything. Everything.” Ming smiled encouragingly and nodded, giving her hand a little squeeze.
Just then Mei’s bedroom door opened, and the young girl stopped at the end of the hallway, holding a little cloth bag in her hand, staring wide-eyed at the sight of her mother and one of her best friends kneeling naked on the floor, side by side and hand in hand. Color rose sharply in her cheeks, Priya’s own eyes widened as she saw streaks of vivid red start to appear in Mei’s hair. Then Mei was scrambling over the couch and pulling off her shirt, tossing the bag against one of the arms.
“Come here,” she ordered, cupping her hands under her nascent breasts, squeezing them slightly. “Now!”
Priya glanced sidelong at Ming and shared a quick little smirk with her before they both crawled forward on their hands and knees until their upper bodies were on the couch with Mei, their knees still on the floor. Without hesitating, Priya opened her mouth wide and engulfed one of the soft, smooth mounds in her mouth as best as she could, watching Ming do the same to Mei’s other tit.
As many times as she’d fantasized about this exact moment, the reality was infinitely better. Mei’s skin was so soft and so warm, and the soft sounds of pleasure she was making as she ran her fingers through Priya’s hair were intoxicating. Literally, Priya figured this must be what being drunk felt like as she stroked her tongue over that creamy flesh and toyed with the stiffening nipple in her mouth.
Then Mei’s hands tightened in her hair, and Ming gasped softly, proving that both girls were getting the same treatment. “Take off my shorts,” Mei hissed.
The blood was pounding in Priya’s ears as she and Ming stripped Mei naked. Her plump little pussy was bright pink and slick with wetness between her legs. “Lick me,” Mei panted, forcing their heads down and spreading her thighs. “Lick me you sluts!”
“Oh god!” Priya whimpered as her face drew closer and closer to Mei’s dripping slit. Part of her was terrified, but she couldn’t make herself resist. Instead, she opened her mouth again, licking gingerly at her best friend’s privates. The taste of pussy filled mer mouth again, but Mei was sweeter than Priya herself. She licked again, stroking along the outer edge of Mei’s mound.
Then she flinched back as her tongue slid against Ming’s. Mei’s mother was devouring her daughter’s cunt eagerly, her tongue sliding in between the slick, swollen lips. Priya shuddered, then closed her eyes tight and tried to do the same. She could feel the wet heat of Mei’s pussy and the soft wetness of Ming’s tongue. Her eyes popped open as Ming’s tongue slipped into her mouth for just a moment, and Ming winked at her even while her mouth was wide open and her tongue was buried in her daughter’s sex.
My first kiss… Priya couldn’t help but let out a bubbling little laugh. Her very first kiss, and it was with her best friend’s incestuous mother while they were both going down on her daughter, their mouths smeared with the young girl’s juices. It was bizarre, it was sick and twisted...it was perfect.
Priya groaned and dove in, her tongue wrestling with Ming’s for ownership of Mei’s pussy, and in particular the sweet little button nestling between her lips. Mei’s hips rolled up against their mouths and she pulled painfully on their hair as she forced them down harder, her breath coming in short, hard gasps.
“Ah, fuck!” Mei cried out as a splash of honey hit both Priya and Ming’s lips which they lapped up greedily. Priya’s head was spinning, everything was in a haze of lust and sex and it took her a long, sweet eternity to realize that her lips were sealed against Ming’s and the two of them were sharing a mouthful of Mei’s cum, pushing it into each other’s mouths in a fevered kiss.
“Mmm, fuck me yes,” Mei moaned, and Priya and Ming ended the kiss, drool and girlcum dripping down their chins as Mei smiled down at them, playing with her own budding tits. She reached down and scooped up a fingerful of the slick mixture coating her slaves’ mouths and rubbed it into her tits. Then she guided Priya up with a gentle finger under her chin and directed her friend to lick them clean once again.
“God, my toes are tingling,” Mei said with a laugh, leaning back against the couch, all the tension draining out of her body. Priya just began kissing lower, licking and nuzzling at Mei’s bare, rounded belly while Mei stroked her hair idly.
Ming was sitting back on her knees, looking almost prim if you ignored her mussed hair and the wet mess staining her face, neck and chest. She eyed the cloth bag Mei had brought with her warily. After a moment, Mei noticed and chuckled ruefully, beckoning her mother closer. When Ming obeyed, Mei grabbed her hair and pulled her into a quick kiss before pushing her down to suckle at her nipple.
“My...” Ming swallowed and spoke around her daughter’s tit, “My punishment?”
Mei just shrugged and leaned her head back, clearly reveling in the attention from the other girls. “Not tonight,” she said carelessly. “When I saw you two holding hands like that it was just so cute I...” She sat up, and ran her hands over Priya and Ming’s bodies, paying special attention to Priya’s nearly flat chest and Ming’s full breasts. With a soft grunt of pleasure, Priya rolled onto her back, her ass hanging off the couch and her chest arched up into Mei’s hands.
“Tonight, I just want to play with my girls.” Priya shivered with pleasure at the casual way Mei assumed ownership of her. “And you know...” There was a thoughtful, wicked tone in Mei’s voice that made Priya perk up and pay closer attention.
An absolutely evil smile was dancing on Mei’s lips. “I was planning on sharing Mom with you girls,” she said to Priya, lightly pinching one of Ming’s nipples and making her squeak and blush. “But right now all I can think of is how sweet it would be to have all of you under me.”
Priya’s breath caught in her throat, but after a second a slow smile spread across her lips. “How can I help?” she asked laconically.
Mei’s smile widened till her teeth were bared. “Good girl.”
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