****** Mommy's Little Wife by Puff ******
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Mommy's Little Wife


Momma was assuming the role for which she was born and she moved through the
bureaucracy like a bee through a forest, stinging here, delivering a little
honey there and maneuvering nimbly through the obstacles. She had inherited an
island in the western Pacific ocean, left untouched by the natives who had
abandoned it and by the English and Dutch governments who agreed to the strange
bequest by the departing islanders. The first person to return to the island
after the last native left would be the rightful ruler, so their shaman had
decreed. The shaman witnessed the return of the rightful owner as he himself
was leaving. My great grand father was a crewman aboard the English ship
Portent which evacuated the islanders after a tidal wave destroyed a village on
the beach and killed a large part of the population. The shaman was the last
native to leave, and he being an elderly man was assisted by great grandfather.
He was lifted into a boat and pushed out into the lagoon when my ancestor
noticed that the shaman's talisman had been left on the beach. Returning to
pick it up for the old man made him the founder of a dynasty to rule the island
in perpetuity. The chief and the shaman pressured the ship's captain to
recognize the passing of the title and report it to the English government.

Almost a hundred years later my mother and forty of her friends and hand picked
associates departed for the island. These associates and friends had diverse
skills and a sense of adventure. They needed it because they were building a
society from the ground up on Flower Island, as Momma called it. I say they, I
mean we. Among the forty-two who traveled to Flower Island I was the only male.
Momma had not always thought of me as such though. She had often had me dressed
in skirts, saris, even bikinis. My hair was often longer than hers. I believe
there were times when she forgot that I was a boy. But that was the only thing
I can remember her forgetting.

She chose carefully those whom she would invite. A wide variety of skills were
needed as was mentioned, but just as important were people's attitudes. The
society was to be maleless except for me, for the time being, until strong
female lead institutions were established. All of the participants, including
me, had agreed to an informal canon of rules and dispute resolution procedures.
Political power was centered on Momma and Barb, her lover, for six months, then
in prearranged steps the others would structure a democracy. All of the women
were single though their ages varied widely. One woman in remarkably good
condition, Myrna, was over eighty, but Momma thought that the wisdom of such
people can more than adequately make up for lack of physical strength in a
group like ours. Yet Ida was still strong and exercised her body and her mind.
Fresh water was in abundance and the official opening of the showers was a
cause for the first celebration. This system consisted of diverting a portion
of a stream over some handy black rocks, warmed all day in the equatorial sun.
The water then cascaded over a series of stepped rocks around central area
where we stood.

I had held back from the festivities, unsure of how much showering I would be
welcome to witness. I was after all a teenager and all of my experiences around
large groups of naked women were in the future, the near future I hoped,
anyway. So instead I helped Barb strip the yacht that brought us to the island
light fixtures and wiring. When we finished she summoned me to her and Mommy's
bedroom

"Thanks for helping, Puff. Your momma and I will have our own celebration later
on. But why don't you want to join the rest? It sounds like they're having
fun." And it did. And I wanted to. But I was scared of the reception I'd get
and I didn't know how I would act. Barb, of course, was aware of this and
started my education on a number of subjects that night and set the fires
sensual passion smoldering in me that only life on Flower Island could sustain.

"Puff honey, come sit on auntie Babs' lap." She still had me doing this after
all these years. She is a large woman. So is Mommy, but Barb is larger and she
could handle my teenage frame with ease. I had a tendency to melt in her arms
as she gave me hugs. But more and more these days I had become aware of the
parts of her that were touching me when we hugged and when I sat on her lap.
"You feel a lot of stress now don't you." I nodded. "Wouldn't you like to let
it all go?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to do. Jump up and run to the showers and ogle
the women and see what developed. But I couldn't tell Barb that. I was too
scared to. I just hugged her closer. It was a hug for the sake of a hug. But
then I became aware of the pressure of her breasts against my side and of her
arm across my lap.

"I think if I was someone like you I'd probably be figuring out some way to
watch the girls and women in the shower." I must have blushed brightly in the
twilight. Barb's gentle strength drew me closer still to her. Her left hand ran
soothingly up my back over the left side of my head. Her fingers intertwined in
my hair. She pressed my head toward her lips and whispered, "I can keep a
secret, Puff." I was dumb struck. But I didn't know if she meant that I should
go sneak a peek or if she would just keep my desires secret.

"Your mother and I wouldn't want you to go sneaking around." Was she reading my
mind? "But you can tell me anything or ask me anything, and I'll keep your
secret." She then gave me a kiss on the lips that lingered and was deliriously
wonderful that also had the unexpected effect of giving me an erection. She
withdrew her right arm across my lap and the tips of her fingers followed the
contour of my bulge imbuing me with a fantastic sensation I'd hitherto not
believed could exist. Finally I managed to speak.

"I like girls,.. uh.. and everything , ya know.'

"Do you dream of them?"

"Nnn,.. yeah, sometimes."

"Are they naked in your dreams, Puff?

"Umm, well yeah sometimes."

"Do you touch each other in your dreams?" My eyes would not look at her face at
that moment.

"Well" I squirmed, "Kinda."

"Show me Puff."

"You mean touch you like...umm?

"Touch me like this." Her right hand took my left from around her neck and
placed it on the side of her breast. "Don't you ever wonder what it is that
your momma and I do when we make love? We make each other feel as nice as we
can."

"Is that what they're doing at the shower?"

"At the shower! Is that all you can think about right now? Here I am trying to
get you attention, trying to seduce you and all you can think about is a lot of
naked giggling girls...washing each other with their hands slick with soap,
gently massaging one another? Probing and exploring." Her eyes were twinkling
as she pouted her feigned disappointment at me. Her plump fingers bulged around
the 15 or 20 rings on her hands as they began to probe and explore me.

"Oh, oh Barb." I moaned in reaction. "Are you really going to seduce me?"

"Well, I did get you attention after all."

"What does seduce mean? Does it mean to have, uh you know?"

"It means that one gets one's lover to relax and feel protected and loved and
gradually to loosen his or her inhibitions. You know what inhibitions are don't
you, Puffy?" Her fingers were drawing traces across my bare chest, as I nodded.
"Then when they are sure that they trust each other with their feelings they
play lovers games like undressing each other slowly and playfully." Her hand
went playfully to the snap on my shorts. "Do you know what it means to have
sex, Honey?

"Of course I know, I am a teenager after all." I realized immediately that I
had just confirmed my complete ignorance. "Sorry, I know that I don't have to
lie to you to protect my feelings. Please tell me what having sex is Aunt
Barb."

"I will, but to change the subject for a moment. What you just said was a very
honest thing to say. If you remember to always be that honest, even if you
think it means that you're putting yourself at a disadvantage, you will be a
stronger person." She planted the sexiest tongue probing kiss on my belly
button. I swooned and my shorts were becoming looser. Her slight of hand
tricked them off of me, though I never felt my weight lifted from her lap.
"When we have sex, we're interacting with our lover by touching and caressing
the parts of our bodies that are usually kept covered and private. Those parts
of us are more sensitive and touching them can give us a lot of pleasure. Does
this give you pleasure, puff?" I nodded as her hand massaged my breasts while
her elbow brushed haphazardly against my erect phallus. "Auntie Barb loves
having you sit on her lap when you're naked." My heart was pounding.

Barb chose that moment to change position. The wide chaise lounge we were on
reclined automatically to some unheard command or unseen switch. She still had
her arm around me and pulled me into a more supine position beside her. The
next thing I felt was her hand,... there, on my penis. Curiously, the last
words of the wicked witch of the west, were the ones I uttered, "I'm melting,"
when if anything, the opposite was happening. My whole body was more rigid,
especially my tenderloin. But as her palm slid mischievously along my glans, a
previously unknown warmth washed over me and I was a new person.

"Then when we make love our naked bodies couple with each other." Her
pleasingly plump breasts and tummy shifted to a higher position while she
manipulated me into a more reclined position. "This strong firm peepee will go
into your lovers venus mons. Do you know where the venus mons are puff honey?"

"No, Barb. Will you show me, though?"

"Let me have you hand." She held my left in her right with her thumb in my palm
and her fingers behind my fingers so that when she brought my hand to touch her
venus mons, her fingers pressed mine into her warm moist private domain. She
moaned and I got the first indication that she felt the same pleasure that I
did. I was happy, she deserved it."

"So, ah, Auntie Barb?" I was very anxious.

"Yes puff." she murmured.

"Should I put my tenderloin into your venus mons?"

"Oh Puff, I'm not going to be your lover."

"What?" I breathed out, not fully aware, yet, of what she meant.

"I'm not going to be your lover today."

"I am." There was someone else in the room with us. I turned toward the sound
of the voice. But I knew already who it was. Mommy was standing there in
voluptuous glory. A sheer wrap around skirt only gave a little added color to
the vision of her bare skin beneath it. From her belly button up she wore only
the scented oil that two other women, Eva and Mumu, were administering to her
breasts and protruding tummy, and a leering smile. As I lay there in a shock
that temporarily eclipsed my self-consciousness, Mumu touched the small clasp
that held the wrap around up and it ceased to do so. Eva began to spread the
scented oil into Mommy's venus mons.

"Today I have declared, honey, that you will be my wife. And so Mommy is going
to consummate our marriage. And Barb, Eva and Mumu will witness and help us
celebrate." As she spoke she came closer. I became self-conscious of my
nakedness and my erection again.

"Ohh! Mommy what are you doing! What are you doing?"

"Don't be scared, Puff. We'll both receive a lot of pleasure from this." She
leaned down and kissed me. "Oh I could just eat you up. But perhaps some other
time." I heard Barb and the other two giggle as Mommy's tongue split apart my
lips lasciviously and tasted, as I did her dreamily sexy mouth. Then I felt the
warm oily scented weight of her body sink onto mine. I unconsciously began to
shift to get my body into the proper position why consciously I was expressing
shock that my mother was poised to ravage me sexually, calling me her wife. My
attempts to shift position were unnecessary because Mumu and Eva manipulated my
penis into Mommy's venus mons.

"Oh! Oh, Mommy." My eyes were wide open with awareness and anticipation. The
warmth, the wetness, the texture of the place I was in, in her. She moaned and
grunted and clung to me. Then finally the full realization of what was going on
hit me and I began to return thrust for thrust, to probe and taste with my
tongue, to let my hands roam and explore, squeeze and tease her oiled and perky
nipples.

"Oh honey, Mommy's going to have an orgasm in a while and I want you to be my
femmi little sissy wife. Do you think you can do that for Mommy when she
climaxes."

"What do you want me to do, Mommy." At this point I could see Mumu with her
hand in a pot of lotion. She came over to momma. She began massaging my
mother's bottom. I saw mommy's eyes roll up once and wondered if Mumu had
inserted any thing in Mommy's bottom.

"I want you to be just ever so sweet and pretend that you're a girl and that
I'm your fairy god-mother. Talk with a lisp, swish your hips and make your
wrists go limp and make your voice a little higher pitch."

"Ooahh! Stho, isssth thith the way you want me to be, Momma?" Imitating campy
humor. I couldn't resist kissing, then licking and sucking her breasts. But I
was pleasantly surprised when by the understated buttery flavor. This renewed
my enthusiasm, if it had ever lessened. I new from my experience with
masturbation that I would reach climax soon. I was somewhat surprised that I
had lasted this long. I had by this time, begun to notice others in the room
and was a little embarrassed.

Momma's weight was on top of me and it felt so sweet and loving of her to be on
me like that, so natural. I noticed that the others in the room were dancing. I
know little of dance, but this was beautiful and moving. It appeared to be
something like a mixture of hula and ballet. Four women Monik, Pearl, Isolda
and Louise swayed and turned. Their bangled ankles and wrists whirling and
kicking to the beat of a small drum played by Barb. At one point they all spun
counterclockwise with their right arms outstretched and they simultaneously
cupped one another's breasts. They were topless and sheer short skirts were all
that adorned them besides jewelry. It was more than I could take. I looked at
momma's hungry countenance. It reminded me of what she'd said before, that she
could eat me. Some how that seemed like it would be a good thing if it happened
now. "Mommy I love you." My eyes rolled back.

"Puffy is going to cum now." Momma declared. I immediately felt my legs pulled
apart and some ones finger was inserted into my bottom. I convulsed and
shuddered. "I feel his sperm juices squirting in my vagina, Barb."

"Next time you'll have to try it in your buns, lover." Barb chuckled back.

"Oh that little darling, Mumu, took care of my buns." She said as she rolled
onto her right side. Her arm snaked around Mumu in a wanton hug that caused
Mumu's finger to come out of my bottom then. My erection revived with the
sensation. Louise and Pearl noticed and walked by me and touched my penis in
memorable ways. They both were licking their lips as they did and made me
wonder what was in store for the future.

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