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    "This can't be real," Sibble said with a giggle, turning the
book from side to side. Sibble had invited her girlfriend over
for a little gin and tickle. Her daughter, Tabatha, was gone to
the mall for at least 3 to 6 hours, leaving the house free and
empty.
    "Hold it still," Mandy growled. She slammed the gin bottle
down on the table and grabbed Sibble's hand, holding the book
still.
    "Hell, I've done that before," Mandy said in disgust, taking
another drink from the bottle.
    "The hell you have, you never," Sibble shook her head,
causing it to spin slightly in a sickening fashion.
    "I did. It was with Mark Paterson back in '89. He did me
like that at his father's farm. They have this big thing on a
rope that puts hay up in the mow," Mandy said, now getting into
the story. "He filled the hooks with feed bags and set me right
down in the middle then started turning it until..." she paused
as the door handle rattled.
    "I thought you said Tabby Cat was gone for the day?" Mandy
hissed. She slid off the chair and looked around. There was
nowhere to go before the door opened.
    "She was supposed to be," Sibble said in terror. "Uh... hide
under the table. When she goes upstairs you can go home and I
can get sober," Sibble said as she scrambled under the table.
She pulled the tablecloth down to help cover them from view.
After a brief recovery period in the local institution, Sibble
had promised to stop drinking. If Tabby caught her with the
gin...
    Mandy squeezed under the table with a giggle. "What if she
doesn't go upstairs?" she suddenly asked.
    "Then I'll ground her," Sibble said and they both broke out
in giggles. Sibble hushed Mandy when the door opened. As Sibble
ducked down to see, she saw Tabby wearing her headphones. She
was listening to CD's so she couldn't have heard them giggle,
Tabby liked to keep it turned way up.
    Tabby's eyes went to the gin bottle and magazine on the table
as she started for the stairs. Rather than going up the stairs
she suddenly detoured and headed for the table. Sibble watched
the bare knees and white socks in horror, waiting for Tabby to
bend down and look under the table. Instead, Mandy bent down to
stare under Tabby's skirt. Sibble hit her in the middle of the
back, eliciting a loud hiss. They both stared at Tabby's knees
in horror until Tabby suddenly sighed and sat in the chair just
vacated by Mandy. Tabby slid back and forth, then felt the chair
bottom. She obviously knew it was recently vacated and still
warm.
    "Oh mother," Tabby mumbled. In a moment they heard the pages
of the magazine turning. Mandy bent down and looked under
Tabby's skirt. Sibble hit her in the back again. Mandy spun her
head around and glared.
    "If you hit me one more time, bitch, I'll rip your fucking
head off. Tabby Cat might be your daughter, but she's just a
delicious young woman to me. Got that?" Mandy continued to
glare. Sibble finally relented when she realized that Mandy was
right. She also realized that Mandy was much stronger and a hell
of a lot meaner than her. She did not want to get Mandy pissed
off. Tabby had been living on her own for over a year, it was
not like she was really a baby any more, even though she would
always be HER baby. Tabby Cat was the nickname that both Sibble
and Mandy had used for Tabby for as long as she could remember.
    "Look at that," Mandy whispered, suddenly in a good mood
again, "look at all that creamy white skin and cotton panties,
for heaven's sake. Can you believe that? White cotton panties.
You just can't get any more innocent than that."
    "You've known Tabby since she was in diapers," Sibble moaned.
    "Well she's not in diapers any more," Mandy said with relish.
    "Mom you tramp," Tabby suddenly said to herself, unaware of
the conversation taking place at her knees. They heard the clunk
of the bottle being placed on the table.
    "Hey, she's not supposed..." Mandy slapped her hand over
Sibble's mouth when Tabby suddenly froze with a gasp. She sat
listening for several moments, then began turning pages again.
    "But she's..." Mandy silenced Sibble with a passionate kiss
on the lips. When Sibble stared to speak again, Mandy kissed her
again. Sibble began exploring Mandy's body with her hands.
Mandy gave her several more quick kisses then turned to stare at
Tabby. To Sibble's intense horror, and Mandy's enjoyment, they
saw Tabby rubbing her legs together as the smut book started
turning her on. Mandy giggled and Sibble bit her lightly on the
shoulder. They sat transfixed, watching Tabby move uncomfortably
in the chair. To Sibble's absolute horror, Tabby predictably
spread her legs and slid her hand into her lap. In a moment her
finger sought her tender little pussy and she began rubbing
herself.
    "She smells like peaches and cream?" Mandy said with sniff
and a grin
    "Oh, she does not, she smells just like us," Sibble said,
both horrified and mystified at the same time. She was hoping
that Tabby would simply quit and rub herself off upstairs, but it
was not to happen. Sibble quickly averted her eyes when Tabby
slowly slid the crotch of her panties aside and slid her finger
into her pink folds of womanhood. The liquid sounds of a finger
working in pussy flesh was distinctive and highly erotic. ......can you guess the rest ? read sexstories at smuterotica enter here

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