Turning Amanda Part 1
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Sunday morning found us cuddled and comfy. We eased into waking up, with me opening my eyes first, seeing my sweet lover sleeping soundly. I laid there, not wanting to disturb her. She looked so sweet and innocent. Her actions and words last night were a stark contrast to the view I had this morning. I'd have to talk with her about that one question regarding her mother and I. It was hard to tell if she was joking or not. Her reaction to me swatting her sweet cheeks as she humped my leg seemed to me there were many more delights she might enjoy that were lying under the surface of the adorable facade she projected.
I was wondering if I really should pursue the answers to my questions or just let it be.
Today was one of those mornings for reflection. I thought of Keiko, Valerie, and Amanda. I had to smile at the thought of all three at once. Very kinky and utterly delightful.
I could picture Valerie taking charge, bossing Amanda, and I around, saving Keiko for herself at some point. Oh, what delicious fun that might be.
I started to get aroused as sleeping beauty stirred from her slumber. Amanda slowly opened her eyes, greeting me with a soft and raspy hello.
“Good morning, baby. I hope you slept well.”
She rolled away from me just enough to stretch her arms. I smiled, looking down her, breasts arched towards me, practically begging me to play with them. I refrained, smiling at her while thinking more naughty thoughts.
She snuggled against me, burying her face in my neck. Planting a soft kiss, she whispered, “I did.”
Silence swept over us once more. I was lost in lust, fantasies playing through my mind while she lay against me, trying to shake off the cobwebs of sleep.
She nuzzled more, her hand gliding over my body, making sure I was still all there. It slipped down between my legs, pausing over my sex to rest there.
"You must be thinking something yummy; you're a bit on the aroused side, I can feel it."
"I am, with you next to me, all my thoughts are yummy, sweet girl."
She giggled, "You're not going to use the 'L' word again, are you?"
I grinned, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”
She giggled, "We should have a long talk. But right now, I want something else."
“And what might that be, Miss Adorable?”
"You, Renee. You made me feel so yummy last night. I want to return the favor."
I smiled, whispering, “I'm glad you do. I enjoyed last night also. I think you let loose a bit more than you intended.”
She buried her face in my neck, “At first when you slapped me I was shocked. Then as it continued, I got this feeling after each one that sort of tingled. I don't know how to explain it.”
I moaned, "There's no need to explain. You enjoyed it, and that's what counts. There are probably more things you enjoy but haven't experienced them yet, so you don't know. It's like the Nigiri we had. You liked that, didn't you?"
"I did, well most of it. I haven't experienced a lot in life. You've opened my eyes to doing just that, trying new things."
“I'm happy I have, Amanda.”
I got a sweet kiss on my neck before she began the path to my next orgasm. Her hand between my legs, her fingers playing. She nuzzled, kissed, and licked her way from my neck to my face. I lay still letting her do whatever she wanted. I felt like I was being worshiped, and it felt good.
She teased my lips with her tongue and her lips. I'd expect her lips against mine; instead, I'd get her tongue so I'd chase after it. She'd giggle then kiss me full on. We played like that as her fingers softly rubbed my labia, teasing my aroused pussy.
Gently brushing over my swollen lips, she'd move quickly inside to coat her fingers. Then back out to spread my love over me. She was getting good at teasing. My arousal would ebb and flow; depending completely on her actions. The girl had a lot of her mother in her I could tell. Valerie was similar in many ways, obviously more experienced at it.
Her tongue teasing got the desired result; we both were warmed up. She licked her way down my neck, still teasing my pussy. She paused over my breast to look up at me. Inserting a single digit in me, I gasped. My look must have been one of surrender because she had an evil grin on her face.
"You like that, don't you, Renee. The teasing."
I silently nodded, biting my lower lip, trying not to whimper and look weak. I did feel it, though. I was supposed to be the teacher here. I was supposed to be 'in charge' like I was last night. This role switching was exciting for her as much as for me.
She toyed with me, her fingers dancing within me, watching my face the entire time. When she'd had enough of guiding me down that path, it was her turn to do something she enjoyed.
She murmured something, closing her eyes to begin playing with my breasts. Her tongue swept over one nipple, coating it with her saliva. The return sweep didn't complete it's path, stopping on top of my nipple tickling it with its tip. One more look into my eyes, then she engulfed as much as she could fit in her mouth. She was sucking hard, her tongue now dancing on my firm nipple she released my boob causing it to pop.
Her fingers, those glorious digits, had doubled from one to two inside me. She knew she had control of me. Her thumb rested outside of my vagina at the uppermost part, her two fingers in me massaging my clit.
At that moment, if she'd asked me for anything, I would have given it to her. I was at her mercy lost in a beautiful sea of lust and carnal desire. Her breast playing continued sucking and popping as I drew closer to the best orgasm of the weekend. When she began quietly nursing while focusing her touch on my clit, I couldn't control my body any longer. I squeezed her hand with my legs, trapping it in me as I used both hands to keep her head and mouth on my tit.
My body rocked the bed convulsing and writhing, holding her to me as my mind went blank. It was so intense I think she panicked a bit wondering if I was going to suffocate her against my boob. My reaction was quickly tempered when I realized what I was doing to her. I let go of her head only to beat the top of the bed with both hands repeatedly. She sat back, watching me avoiding my flailing arms until the series of orgasms subsided.
I eased back on my leg hold, allowing her to remove her fingers carefully. I was panting, heart racing, my face was crimson, and I was smiling.
Amanda smiled back at me, licking my juices off her fingers while I caught my breath, searching for something to say to her that would equal how I felt at that moment.
The best I could come up with was, “That was indescribably delicious, babydoll.”
She grinned, “Is it safe to cuddle now?”
"Yes, kitten, it is." I managed to whisper.
She snuggled next to me as my breathing returned to normal. We were getting into the habit of laying together, enjoying in silence how we felt after making love. I enjoyed it.
When the quietness of the room became too much, we whispered about our lovemaking. We lovingly critiqued Amanda's lust last night with mine this morning. We were learning more and more about making love with each other. Knowledge is a powerful thing; knowing what your lover enjoys and dislikes leads to more bliss-filled moments. At least I think so.
I asked her if she were ready for a shower during our talk. She replied she wasn't, so we laid talking for a bit more. When she was ready, she kissed me full on the lips the quickly scooted off the bed. Wiggling her cute little ass, she bounded into the bathroom, turning on the shower while calling out to me, asking if I was going to join her.
Teasing her, I yelled back that I was going to just stay in bed all day. I turned to look at my bathroom door, and there she was peeking around it a disappointed look on her pretty face. I laughed then got up, acting as if I was going to chase her, growling like a wild animal.
She giggled then quickly entered the shower closing the glass door behind her. I followed, stepping into the stream, wrapping my arms around her waist as the warm water cascaded over us. We stayed like that looking into each other's eyes, legs entwined. She felt so good to me. I wanted this to last forever. Unfortunately, my water heater is only fifty gallons. We soaped each other down, playing with each other as we did.
I asked what she wanted for breakfast, and my silly girl just said, Renee. I smiled and hugged the little vixen. We finished up before we ran out of hot water still aroused and feeling good. We dressed in panties and robes figuring we'd be in bed most of the day, so why bother. Sundays are meant to be lazy anyway. I made coffee while she scoured the fridge and cupboards for anything she wanted. We ended up having a couple of bagels and some yogurt with our coffee. Sitting at the kitchen table where we sipped and dined, both wondering who would break the ice first to discuss what we were feeling.
Amanda took the plunge asking about her mother, “Renee, I know you don't want to talk about it. You know I'm curious as hell. How is my mom different than me? Is it that bad or kinky or what?”
Luckily, I wasn't drinking my coffee when she asked that or she'd have been wearing it. I coughed, clearing my throat along with my mind before answering her.
"Amanda, it's a little or maybe a lot of both. You and your mother are the first mother-daughter pair I have ever had the privilege of knowing like this. It's weird, it's sexy it's unreal in my mind to make that comparison. You both have distinct personalities, as you know. I'm sure there are times when you see yourself acting or saying something just like your mother. I could tell you all sorts of things about your mom what good would that do? Just be yourself. If you like what we're doing, then continue. Experiment, find someone who cares about you, and you trust. Communicate, don't do something just because they want to, do it because you want to also."
She sat dumbfounded, "I didn't think you'd get that deep, Renee. I understand, and I won't ask again. I'm guessing by your deflections mom can get kinda kinky or very kinky."
She giggled, watching me blush, "I'm right! Wow, Mom!"
I obviously shouldn't play poker.
“You are a brat. A cute one and very smart too.”
Bowing her head respectfully, “Thank you, Ms. Renee. I got it from mommy dearest.”
We both started laughing. Her foot brushed my ankle seductively. She was getting very comfortable with me, which was something I felt very good about. As she opened up, I could see more of her mother's traits showing up. She knew what she wanted and would get it at some point. If those two ever teamed up, the girl in the middle would be in heaven and a tad bit of hell too.
I smiled at her, “Feeling frisky again, babydoll?”
She blushed, "Yes, and no. I don't just want to have sex all day. I mean it's nice 'exploring' with you. I like being with you. You're fun. It's beautiful out can we go someplace like the beach and hang out?"
That made me smile, “You sure you don't want to 'explore' with that little toy we looked at last night?”
She shivered, “Maybe after we get back? I don't want to wear out my welcome.”
I placed my hand on top of hers, "I don't think you could ever do that, Amanda. You are a doll. We can do the beach thing, did you bring something?'
Smiling, she replied, “Yes, yes, I did. I didn't know if this complex had a pool or if you even wanted to do anything like that. I took a chance.”
I got up to put my coffee cup away, along with the other breakfast things we had out. She helped, giving me a big hug after we did. We got our stuff together, changed into bikinis, shorts, and tops slipped into sandals. I grabbed my little lunch box and put a block of blue ice in it with things to drink. Amanda had her sunscreen in her bag, and off we went.
Amanda drove since I did when we went to dinner. We headed down to Santa Monica to join the tourists soaking up the sun and visiting the pier. On the way, we gabbed some more about music, cars, idiot drivers, and life in general.
The beach wasn't as crowded as I'd expected. The church-going families probably hadn't gotten home and ready yet. We staked our claim not too far from the surf, laid out our towels, and beach chairs then sat back to people watch. We played a game of guessing where people were from, locals or tourists. Some were pretty easy, others we made things up. I coated my little love with sunscreen, and we kept an eye on the time so she wouldn't burn. Both of us wanted to play later on, and if she were sunburned, it wouldn't be much fun.
She asked me when I first knew I liked girls. I paused, remembering back to middle school. I told that it wasn't something that just snapped in my brain like a bolt of lightning. It was a gradual realization that girls and being around girls were the times I was the happiest. There were, of course, mean girls and bitches, but those were few and far between. There was never a time where I hated men, and I had a nice, reasonably normal childhood. I just preferred being with girls.
I had to laugh as I spilled my guts when a young boy with his dog stopped in front of us and just stared. I was used to that. My boobs have been an attractant since I was about sixteen. I explained to her that my dad used to leave a shotgun by the front door unloaded whenever a boy would come over to take me on a date. It was so funny seeing the looks on their faces. I knew nothing would happen because they weren't my type.
The shotgun was never there when girls would drop by, which was what he should have been worried about.
I turned the tables on her after I told my story, asking her when she became curious.
She told me it was soon after Valerie had come out to her. It puzzled her why all of a sudden, mom liked girls.
My suggestion was to talk with her. She replied that they'd never really talked about sex when she was growing up. I told her that Valerie was probably bi all along, and losing her father and Amanda being at an age where she could understand may have been the catalyst for change.
That got a few moments of contemplation from her.
We spent maybe two hours people watching and sunning before Amanda felt she'd had enough sun on her freckled skin. We loaded back up, stopped by a little taqueria on the way home, bought lunch then back to my place to eat. I love street tacos, and the little hole in the wall places are my favorite to patronize. I warned Amanda about one of the sauces we got in the little plastic containers. She forgot and poured a bit too much on one of hers. I was going to say something again when she took a huge bite out of it.
It didn't hit her right away. I waited for it watching and wondering how she'd react. I couldn't help but laugh as her eyes widened as the heat slowly rose in her mouth. Fanning herself, she ran to get some milk from the fridge. She was dancing around drinking from the carton with the fridge wide open. I was rolling, watching her. I reminded her I'd warned her about it. She lowered the container, a cute milk mustache on her upper lip.
Panting, she blushed, “I forgot.”
She put the milk away and closed the fridge door, sitting back down she offered that taco to me.
I grinned, “I would love your taco, babygirl.”
She started handing it to me, then it dawned on her, "You are naughty, Renee."
“You love it, don't you.”
Her face was red. From the heat of the sauce or just embarrassed, I don't know. She looked so darn cute, and I couldn't help but move over to her for a kiss. Our tongues mingled as I stood over her kissing her while she sat. One hand cupping her breast, thumb pressing her nipple.
Her hand slipped between my legs rubbing me gently. We kept it up until we both were seriously aroused.
I broke our kiss, whispering, "On the table. I want your taco now."
She giggled, “Yes, ma'am.”
Standing, she slithered out of her shorts while I cleared our food, hastily putting it in the fridge. She left her shorts and bikini bottoms on the kitchen floor, using the chair she had been sitting in to step upon, then sit down on the table facing me. Her legs spread, I returned to her. I pulled up the chair and, before sitting, kissed her deeply. My hand moved to her sex, fingers tracing her lips before sitting down to dessert.
Her legs draped over the edge of my kitchen table as she leaned back resting on her elbows. I spread her legs further apart, smiling as I looked up at her.
“You are so beautiful, sweetness.”
She grinned, “You are amazing, Renee.”
Then she surprised me, her hand on my head pressing me to her sex. She kept it there as I tongued her up and down, teasing her. I could hear her moan as I slid it just inside her full lips. Circling her warm, sweetness, I slipped my tongue under her hood while she kept telling me how good she felt.
I could sense her arousal building as I worked the tip of my tongue over her clit. I was enjoying her reactions verbally and physically. She tasted divine as I pressed my face as deep between her legs as I could.
Her fingers brushed through my hair, “Renee that feels so amazing, you are so good, girl.”
I shivered when she said that, flicking her clit repeatedly, my hands massaging her thighs.
She kept moaning and whispering, “God, Renee, that's it, oh my, yes, please.”
I kept hearing her words, and they were getting to me. I dropped one hand between my legs fumbled with my shorts and bottoms pushing them to the side so I could please us both. Sucking on her, licking, her voice, and her words were driving me crazy.
I was worked up, and I didn't hear her whisper to me until the second time when she raised her voice a tiny bit and leaned in closer.
“Renee, I want that strappy in me, please. Wear it for me. I want to feel it in me and you against me.”
It took me a moment to realize what she was saying. I was so worked up all I could do was tell her yes. Half-heartedly, I lifted my face from between her legs to look up at her. She had her puppy dog eye look going as she asked me again in her little girl voice, "Please, Renee. I want to try it."
This girl was driving me crazy, and I loved every second of it. I stood, pulling her close to me.
Looking into her eyes, I asked, "You sure about that?"
She nodded her head, whispering, "Yes, Renee."
I kissed her, then took her hand to help her off the table. We went to my room in silence. We both undressed, I turned down the covers as she opened the drawer to get the object of her fascination. She removed it, closing the drawer, gazing at it, rolling it in her hands, recalling my demonstration.
I slipped in next to her, my hand at the small of her back. Kissing her shoulder, I bent down and opened the top drawer to get the lube. I was going to make sure she enjoyed this.
"May I have it, sweetie? I'm going to give it, and you're going to receive it. First, I want to be sure it's not going to hurt you."
I proceeded to lube both ends as she quietly watched. As I slowly applied the lube, she sat back on the bed, propping up the pillows to watch. She began fingering herself to maintain her arousal. My arousal was holding steady, somewhat like edging. Being on the brink for an extended time feels so good to me. Then when it's time, all that pent up energy is released, it's a fantastic feeling.
I took my time watching her as she watched me. I didn't want her too far along, but I did want her ready. When she started moaning, I told her to move over. I made my way onto the bed, sitting close to her, she watched with great interest as I gradually inserted one end in me.
I checked it then told her to straddle me. She licked her lips then stood up, placing one leg on the other side of me.
I looked up, her lips were full, and her sex was wet.
“Now, baby, slowly lower yourself to your knees. Then grab the end and guide it into yourself. I'll help steady you. Slowly, okay?”
“Yes, Renee.”
She did as instructed, fumbling a bit at first, then with all the lube and her arousal. She managed to slip it inside. Her facial expression was one of delight and amazement. She sat for a few moments contemplating how it felt. Then on her own, she began moving cautiously back and forth on it. I could feel it against me. I smiled up at her as she got the hang of it.
“Oh, Renee, this is different. I think I like it.”
She giggled, closing her eyes, she got into a rhythm. She loved it, and I was enjoying watching her. Her sleek, alabaster skin sprinkled with freckles looked so lovely on top of me moving back and forth. Her breasts jiggled as she became more confident in her movements, and her arousal climbed. My lustful state of mind enjoyed the show my little vixen was putting on. Back and forth, slow, sultry circles. I kept one hand on her ass as the other tweaked her nipple. She was lost in a pre-orgasmic cloud inching her way to probably the best orgasm she'd have this weekend
I slapped her ass as I pinched her nipple, recalling how much she liked it the other night. Her mouth got dirty as I swatted, groped, and talked back to her just as nasty. Amanda was becoming a new person right before my eyes. The shy, naive child of a woman was talking like a sailor after months at sea.
I was getting close when she decided to quicken her pace slightly. I assumed it was because she was close, and I hoped we'd climax together. My smacking of her ass increased with frequency and ferocity, driving her even faster. Then all of a sudden, she froze. Her eyes stared into mine, becoming like huge saucers. With a loud, long guttural 'FUCK,' my darling shuddered, soaking me with her sweetness. I thought she might have hurt something because, after her exclamation, she kept repeating, "Ow, ow ow."
I lost my train of thought, asking her if she were alright, she giggled and told me her toes cramped. I was still pent up, close, yet unsatisfied. I could live with it knowing she was sated. She lay resting on me, the strappy still in her. She sighed then slowly began moving her hips. Her breasts against mine, her lithe body felt so lovely as our common bond, ie, the strappy, gently rekindled my feeling of euphoria.
She cooed, “Does that feel as good in you as it does in me, Renee?”
Smiling, “It does babygirl. You are so sweet.”
“You are the sweet one. This weekend has been wonderful.”
We kissed, long and slow. Amanda brought me to a quiet, intense orgasm that had been slowly building since I started having dessert at least a half-hour before. Neither one of us wanted to move and break that bond. However, she was beginning to get heavy lying on top of me. I didn't say anything, but she knew.
She maneuvered herself whimpering as the strappy exited her. Then she helped remove it from me handling it gingerly. I giggled, watching her. She grasped it with two fingers then removed herself from the bed to deposit our toy in the bathroom sink. She washed her hands, rejoining me in bed.
We snuggled, talking about what she had experienced and how she liked it. Each time we make love or have sex, we talk about it. It's sweet, and I love just holding her close. She mentioned the spanking intensified it again, wondering if it had some deep dark meaning. I told her not to overthink it, just enjoy.
She snuggled closer, planting butterfly kisses wherever she could reach. We drifted off for a couple of hours snug in each other's arms. When we woke, we showered together once again, long and slow-talking and fondling. We dressed casually, not intending to go out for the evening. I had plenty of things we could throw together for dinner.
We got comfy on the sofa, she asked about edibles, teasing me about her first night. It was nice to relax and just talk. Valerie became a topic, but not in a sexual way. I learned a little more about their family and background. I told Amanda most of my life story when she'd finished with hers.
The afternoon gradually turned to evening, Amanda scoured my kitchen, looking for something she'd like for dinner. She found the makings for grilled chicken, couscous, and steamed broccoli. I thought that sounded good; we were puttered around the kitchen, sipping wine, making dinner.
We giggled, bumped into each other, groped, kissed, and generally had fun. We ate, playing footsie, talked more about life and our futures. Doing the dishes together was fun. Once everything was finished, we grabbed what was left of a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. Sitting on the couch, Amanda snuggled next to me as we watched a couple of shows on Netflix. We sipped and quietly talked. If this is how monogamy looks, I'm all for it.
We decided to sleep in the nude. We were both tired when we went to bed. We were both naked, so if either of us got in the mood, we'd be ready. Amanda would be going home tomorrow; neither of us knows if this would ever happen again.
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