Sybian

We seem to have imported the Prom to the UK as a social event marking the end of school and the start of something new. I suspect it also marks the end of maidenhood for a considerable number of young women. I don't think we, woman kind, has any basic objection to fucking, it is just that the circumstances have to be just right. What, of course, is confusing to you guys is that the right circumstances are not fixed and change often, sometimes rapidly. Mary was very keen to enjoy her prom to the full, although her virginity was not at risk having been sacrificed to a very hunky sixth former some time ago. She wheedled an enormous sum of money from her father, painting a wonderful picture of her being the only girl in the school wearing rags if he didn't stump up. So with several hundred pounds deposited in her bank account we set off to shop in Bath. It was fairly exhausting but we eventually settled on a full length red silk gown that just about covered her nipples but, in fairness, looked stunning. We spent some more time finding accessories and I joined the fun by letting her persuade me to buy some very sexy lingerie. She bought an old fashioned suspender belt, panties and stockings all in black. Only her age allowed her to get away with it and not look a complete slut. With armfuls of bags we staggered back to the car. Refreshment was required so we decided to call in on my sister who lives nearby. I tooted the horn as we drove into her drive and we let ourselves into her kitchen. My sister, 7 years older than me, had a huge influence on my upbringing. She is taller than me, well built and was ferociously protective of me. Mother was lovely but seemed to be in a different world most of the time. All the things young women have to be told came from her, including my first exploration of my nether lips. She married quite late to an older man, who is gorgeous. It is tragic she had no kids but is generous to a fault with ours. She appeared after a few moments dressed in just a short robe. Her face was flushed and her erect nipples were clearly visible through the robe. I thought we might have interrupted a liaison with a secret lover. I apologised for barging in and asked if it was an inconvenient time, hinting that she just had to say the word and we would go. She assured us that all was well and we were soon sat down sharing a bottle of wine. It is virtually impossible to stay decent in a short robe and the one my sister was wearing only just covered when she was standing so we were treated to glimpses of breast and bush as we talked. The conversation soon turned to our shopping expedition and Mary was persuaded to model her new outfit. She quickly stripped off to just her knickers and then we helped her on with the dress. She did look stunning as we had her parade up and down with the occasional twirl. As she started to take it off she mentioned that I had also made some purchases. Of course they were soon held up for inspection, the first being a virtually transparent cat suite. I was not even allowed to retain my panties as I paraded for them and my sister, bless her, let a bit of a cat out of the bag by saying exactly what her husband, my brother in law, would do to me if he saw me wearing it. To divert attention from me I pressed my sister what exactly she had been doing when we had arrived. Did she have a secret lover who had escaped by the back door? She virulently denied it but did admit to being occupied on her sybian. "What is a sybian" said my naive daughter. Taking her by the hand Ann led her away. I collected all the discarded clothing, the shopping bags and, after a few moments, followed them upstairs. I found them in one of the spare bedrooms. Ann was naked and showing Mary the sybian remote control. The phallus rotated and vibrated as she demonstrated. She handed the control to Mary and knelt astride. She made a little adjustment with her hand and then a sigh as she impaled herself. "Go on, turn it on for me." Standing close to her, Mary, under Ann's guidance, slowly increased the control settings and the beast slowly began its work. Ann had placed her arm around Mary's waist as the pace increased, talking quietly, both red faced, aroused. Mary was standing comfortably, her thighs apart, a position that showed of her black pubic bush to great effect. She was completely unconscious of her nakedness as she held the controls and slowly increased their speed. Her tongue just poked from her lips, as it always does when she is concentrating. The red flush of arousal had spread from her face to her neck and her small nipples were like bullets. She looked so wonderful, her hair falling over a shoulder and draped on her breast. I joined them standing just the other side of my sister and was rewarded by a wry grin from my daughter. "Oh fuck" said my sister as the level was edged up further. Her hand pulled me into her and I held her waist too. I could feel a faint tremor of the vibrations through her body as we held each other. Ann's hand dropped down onto my bottom, a finger working its way up and down between the cheeks. I heard a gasp from Mary and I realised from the wide eyed expression on her face that Ann's finger, or possibly two, had penetrated her. My daughter showed a little more Sapphic understanding that I might have guessed by lowering her mouth onto a very erect nipple. Ann's attack of my own genitalia intensified as I spread a little to accommodate fingers in both my cunt and bottom. Lowering my own mouth to the remaining nipple I bit quite firmly as I sucked. I locked eyes with my daughter for a moment and I think that was our private passage across the Rubicon. Then we were caught up in the thrill of my sister's climax, her fingers sawing violently in us as she shouted her release. As she started to relax I was pleased to see Mary, showing great consideration, slowly reducing the machine's movements . After a few moments Ann opened her eyes and gave us a rather self conscious grin. She turned and kissed me, holding my mouth to hers for a few moments. She repeated the gesture to the other side and I watched their mouths wrestle for a few moments. I held her hand as she disengaged from the beast. She took a moment to regain control of her legs in the wake of the slightly cramped position they had been in and from her physical explosion. When she was steady I slipped her robe over her shoulders. One does tend to get cold after a session riding that particular horse. "Can I try it?" was the whispered question from across the room. "Of course darling, give me the controls and get yourself comfortable." Mary crouched above the phallus. It was not huge but looked a little intimidating, its wet surface glistening in the afternoon sun. She ran a finger between her lips, spreading her love juice on them, and then, quite slowly, fully impaled herself. "Oh fu", she hesitated the word cut off before completion, and then, "flippin' 'eck" and giggled. Her Aunt laughed. "I think we can accept the occasional expletive given the circumstances." She handed Mary the controls. "I suggest you start with a little vibration first" Gingerly she started to manipulate them. She seemed a little off balance so I stood behind her and she leaned back into me. I don't think I have ever seen her quite as beautiful as in that moment. Her whole concentration was focussed on the space within her. There was a glow of sweat on her firm body. Nothing could stop me as I pressed my self into her, my hands massaging her breasts. In her heightened state of arousal it was never going to take long. She quickly wound up the controls, to much higher than I have ever dared. Her orgasm was of her whole being and I held her as she journeyed through it. With such a huge emotional exertion the tears that followed were inevitable. I held her to my breast as she sobbed then led her to a chair, sat her down then covered her in fresh warm towels as she recovered. A gentle pop and Ann appeared with three glasses of champagne. We sipped it quietly basking in the memory of a shared experience. Eventually Mary sat up, the towel falling away from her breast. "That was special, thank you." "Mum. Do you remember that time I caught you masturbating and watched you come?" I just nodded. It was not the sort of thing one forgets. "Can I see you come again? It has been something that I have remembered often in the last 4 years." "I don't think I could taker a session on that thing at the moment. Everything is a little sensitive" "Just do it with your fingers like you did then". "Yes", my sister interjected, "I would love to see you again too", letting out another cat! So I found myself lifting up one knee and starting those familiar stimulating movements. The lips, already very wet, opened and their nectar spread up and over my clit. Pressure firmly applied not on, but just above that joyous bud. My audience had made themselves more comfortable, spreading themselves in a lewd exhibition to aid my pleasure. My daughter's suppleness enabled her to lift up both her feet onto her chair for full open display. The lips shone with their liquid and I could see just a glimpse of her inner depths. My sister had spread one leg across the arm of her chair and was firmly manipulating one of her nipples as she watched me. And what of me? Those of you who have an inkling of my libido will know that being watched is one of those special things for me. I lifted my pelvis towards them as I performed my rhythmic dance. I kept my orgasm at bay by ferocious pressure on my nipple but eventually this only encouraged the wave that was to engulf me. I swore, unusually crudely for me, as I gave into my cunt's demands. The orgasm was just immense and I endured it, and several after shocks, before subsiding with a big sigh. They let me comedown for a while, looking at their lovely bodies and they at me. Mary was first to rise, walking to me and kissing my mouth. "Thank you mummy, that was beautiful." Bless her, 'beautiful' was just the right word. At these moments, having given so much, ones ego is quite fragile. Sis dragged me to my feet and kissed me too. "Let us shower." So the afternoon concluded amidst steam and soap suds in her big shower room. Yes we washed each other but gently, sensuously, a few giggles on the way and then, it must be said, lovingly, helped each other dress. John, my husband, was called to pick up his wife and child on his way home. We had drunk far to much to drive. It was a quiet trip home, relaxed. I was sat in the front and Mary in the back seat. She does have an odd sense of humour though. Sitting behind her father her short dress was high on her thighs. She spent the trip looking out of the window but showing her open thighs and a very attractive pubic bush.