M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 2

“Oh come on now, Mother. What do you mean by 'bad'? I have a marvelous time. I make more money than I ever would make here in this drab old town. I meet interesting people, nice people, and I thoroughly enjoy myself in all sorts of ways. And I have found out that one of the ways to really enjoy yourself is that you have to lose your inhibitions. As soon as you have lost that sort of a burden, you really start to live. You do as you please; you dress as you please, especially when you are in your own surroundings like we are here. Come, Mother, why don't you join us? Make yourself comfortable. Put on something nice and easy. In the meantime I'm going to get from my suitcase something we need to make us feel really comfortable.”

I hurried up the stairs and took the bottle of liqueur from my suitcase I had brought especially for the occasion-if it was going to develop like this. I also took the dildo with me, but for the time being I stuck it in the large pocket of my housecoat. Coming down and back in the living room I showed them the bottle of liqueur.

“Let's all have a glass of this, while we have another cup of coffee.”

“I'm certain your father would not like this, Mitzy,” my mother said.

“Oh, Mother, don't be such a spoil-sport. How could he know about it? Come on, let's get some glasses and take a sip. It will make you feel so nice. It's very good liqueur, you know. I'm sure you will love it.”

Without waiting for her answer I took some glasses from the cupboard and poured a drink for each of us. Once I had filled the glasses, I didn't have too much trouble persuading her to take a glass.

Little Jean was already sipping hers and soon the three of us were happily chatting away about everything we could think about.

It certainly looked like Mother wanted to forget the way she was dressed and she certainly took care not to look Jean or me in the eyes. Somewhere, the atmosphere I was trying to create was taking some effect on her, and I wasn't going to stop her in any way. After a couple of glasses of the liqueur, Mother began to loosen up quite a bit and she was ready to be pushed a bit further on the road to her seduction. Imagine that! I, her daughter, was going to seduce a woman of her age. But after all, she had been cooped up in this tomb of a village for so long I could hardly expect her to be the one to take the first steps. So I was going to give her a hand and have some pleasure in it for myself, and for Jean as well. I knew she was going to be grateful after she had made the necessary steps and she and Jean were going to have a marvelous time afterwards. That reminded me of something else as well. I had to find out what had happened to my friend, Mary. If she still lived around here I wanted to meet her and see how she was getting on these days. If my mother was going to be just as lascivious as I thought she was, I think she would appreciate it to have somebody else besides Jean to make love to, and Jean would also love the things Mary could do for her. But first things first. Let's get on with the seduction.

Jean was really feeling the effects of the drinks she had had and she was clinging rather close to me and occasionally we exchanged some kisses which were just that little bit more than a peck on the cheek between two sisters.

Whenever we embraced I could see from the corner of my eyes that Mother was watching us very closely, and it must have given her some indication about the things we could have done, and did, last night. Her imagination was running away with her, because she looked all excited and hungry for the same sort of kisses Jean and I were giving each other.

The poor woman was actually being pushed on the road of vice and her narrow-mindedness quickly disappeared. But I'm doing her injustice really to accuse her of being narrow-minded. The way she had been carrying on with herself and the priest when I still stayed at home, one couldn't really call her narrow-minded. But to me she still was-but that isn't really a comparison, is it? Now she was going to learn about lesbian lovemaking and incestuous lesbianism at that.

I decided to take matters in hand and help her along on this new road to pleasure.

“Are you sure you are feeling all right, Mother,” I asked in my sweetest voice. “You do look a little red and bothered in the face.”

“I'm feeling fine, Mitzy. It's just that I think it terribly hot in here. Don't you think so too?”

“I must confess, it's a bit warm in here, but I don't feel it so much and I'm sure Jean is just as comfortable as I am. After all, we are very lightly dressed. And you are still wearing those awful warm clothes. Why don't you change into something more comfortable, like I suggested before. Something like Jean and I are wearing-it will make you feel much better and cooler. You will enjoy yourself more…”

This time I knew my arguments were more successful. She couldn't resist any longer, and without protesting she stood up, left us, and went to her bedroom.

I quickly closed the windows as soon as she had left the room, the room now being lighted with an intimate and dimmed sort of light. My mother didn't show her surprise when she came back to the room and found the curtains drawn. She had put on a light housecoat, one I'm sure Father didn't know she had, looking much more comfortable and cool.

“You were so right, Mitzy,” she said, “this is much better. I feel much more comfortable. Could I have another glass of that lovely liqueur? It has certainly made me feel good and I think we are really going to enjoy ourselves today. It's already one of the nicest Sundays I have had for ages. I only think you are up to some real naughty things. I hope you know what you are doing…”

I filled her glass again and bringing it over to her, I seated myself on her lap… Turning my face to her I took good care to let my coat fall open, exposing my nude breasts… I think she had not thought I would be completely naked under my housecoat and seeing my bare tits right under her eyes she actually blushed and tried to look in another direction.

“Cover yourself, Mitzy dear,” she said. “You are all naked under your housecoat and your breasts are showing.”

“Well, what is so wrong about that,” I answered. “After all you are my mother and surely you have seen me nude before today. I don't think I have to be ashamed about my breasts. Don't you think they are beautiful? I love my breasts. I love to look at them, stroke them. It makes me feel all nice.”

“Of course you have beautiful breasts, my dear, but you are a grown woman now and it's not nice to talk about stroking your breasts. Your sister is also in the room and it is not decent to talk about those things.”

“Well, quite frankly, I haven't the faintest inclination to be decent. And you might just as well stop worrying about Jean here. She and I talked last night and I think she also takes after you. I love to be indecent, to tell you the truth,” I said, jumping from her lap. “I love to be as indecent as possible and I'm sure you have the same feelings. After all, I'm your daughter. Look at me, Mother dear, loot at your indecent daughter very closely. I'm going to show you how I feel like, how I want to be. You will join us in our indecency, in our vice, in our pleasure! Look at me, Mother, look at me and lose your inhibitions. I've lost mine and I'm happy about it. I love it all! Look at me!”

I opened my coat and throwing it from my shoulders I showed myself to my confused mother as naked as the day I was born. The poor woman almost choked in her drink and looked at me with bulging, burning eyes that almost popped out of her head. She was completely speechless, unable to utter a single word, her embarrassment increasing when my hotheaded little sister followed me by also throwing off her housecoat. Naked, the two of us stood in front of our mother. Due to our excitement, our bushes of cunt hairs glistening with little drops of spunky cunt-juice. We were getting quite randy indeed and my mother was feeling the same, although she didn't take any action herself. She was still speechless when Jean started to talk to her.