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That's all a girl apparently needed son fucking mother around here.
At least if she were a new girl, I mused.
Cybil sat down across the corner from me.
Table-mates, we were, with a little swimsuited, half-naked nine-year-old mermaid as our waitress.
I'd really prefer lunch, I said.
I thought you would, Cybil smiled.
That's the third deli son fucking mother guy this week! Is she too pretty, or what? Lightly she caressed my back. When I was finished I stood. The game was over, wasn't it? I was heel deep in a puddle. I could not crawl out of it without splashing myself. Come here, the redhead said. She took my hand. I thought son fucking mother she would lead me to the privacy of a bathroom for my number two. Instead she took me out to the daffodils. She turned me around. There was a whiff of lilacs in the air, from nearby bushes. Please fertilize my plants, she said. She pushed my head down, a hand under my belly. Like a mechanism she bent me forward. I grabbed my knees.
She pushed against my back and I let my hands slide farther down my legs in response. My long hair hung down. It wavered softly in the air. They kissed. They looked like Adam and Eve. Was I the snake? Sir L had the snake, pressed up against Juliette's belly. For a long while they kissed, me their naughty child, standing in the son fucking mother corner, weeping over my scorched ass. Did some parents punish their children this way? I wondered. It was erotic, wholesome somehow. Everyone naked as jaybirds, punishing each other for made-up sins in the privacy of the bath. Juliette knelt, brushed back her hair. She bent over the gold faucet on the tub and got it running. She sprinkled in bubble bath. Sir L came, got me, guided me over to the towel where I had so recently paid my penance. Still rubbing my bottom, I bent and picked up the birch. Juliette rose from the faucet and walked over to me. She was chic, graceful.
She smiled at me, a bit uppity. Then she got down on the towel, and offered me an elegant pose. Mistress pulled one down a little, showing a little more thigh, left the other tightly drawn, concealing all but the last sweet inch of her leg, where it merged with her pussy. The lowered stocking gave her a slightly disheveled look, as if she'd been caught not quite dressed. Which the men would certainly see, the moment she turned round and showed them her bottom. But her hair was impeccable, every strand combed neatly now as she stood before the mirror, admiring herself, being admired by all of us. She wore pumps with little loops round the ankles, loops that she'd carefully tied, ribbon-loops whose ends dangled down in long strands toward the floor. The slightest walk down the street and they would surely be soiled. Yet they were perfect now, and I doubted they would ever touch a public sidewalk. They might be seen in public, surely, as her bottom no doubt would be, but it would be a selected public, strangers she'd agreed to meet sight-unseen and show herself off to, who'd made prior arrangements. I myself was half-dressed. I was assigned leather chaps, which I'd put my legs into, just fitting the leg-sleeves. Each was draped in front with a second layer of leather, fringed, so that if I put my feet together it looked like I might be wearing a dress, one so long it covered me right down to my toes. Of course, a quick glance at my crotch showed I had, indeed, chaps, which offered my pussy no covering whatsoever. My fleecy pubic mound stared back at me from a mirror, my most private part utterly revealed. Yet the chaps had not only fringe but indian feathers, hanging down the outside of my trousered legs, with white cotton-puffballs, and large steel sequins, in the shape of oval sheriff's badges. Elaborate decoration, painstakingly done, yet my pubic mound remained bare. In back, of course, my bottom showed, bulging out without any covering at all. Above it my back arched high, finally meeting the soft curls of my blonde mane where it tumbled down over my shoulders. I wore boots also, white patent leather ones, with much elegant tooling worked into the leather.