Teaching Julie how to be Naughty – Part 6 - Sex Stories

Teaching Julie how to be Naughty – Part 6

Teaching Julie how to be Naughty – Part 6 --------- Chapter 12 Meeting Susan… Later that afternoon, Linda is having a relaxing Coke while sitting at the kitchen table, while her son was at football practice, and her daughter was at the Mall with a friend shopping. She had been thinking over what she had done with her ch(i)ldren that morning, she felt no qualms, only a special excitement. Her cunt still tingled from her son’s cock and her daughter’s sweet tongue. Also, she couldn’t deny the pleasure she had gotten from watching Julie take a cock into her pussy for the first time. Looking out the sliding door, to her back yard, she could see that it was a cool Fall day, she smiled and her hand seemed to go automatically to the crotch of the shorts she was wearing. She didn’t need to finger fuck herself alone anymore, she thought. Now, she could play with her ch(i)ldren and have fun if she wanted. After a late breakfast the k(i)ds acted like they usually did, they teased each other as they went to get ready for their afternoon activities, everything was as normal, as usual with them. As long, as they were comfortable with their special time together, she would be also. Linda tingled with pleasure…hugging herself tightly…she felt so good….her mind was at peace. She would watch for any behaviors that could change, but she didn’t think she had any reason for concern. Sure, she would have to put Julie on birth control, but that wouldn’t be a problem. Her thoughts drifted to ...

... Susan….but were interrupted by a loud crash and someone banging on the kitchen door….. “Oh damn who could that be…” Linda mumbled as she got up from the chair to answer the door. Through the window in the door, she could see a ch(i)ld, a girl that was vaguely familiar. “ Yes….oh my Sweetie what happened to you…” Linda asked, upon opening the door, she could see the little girl was muddy and crying. Even her hair was dripping wet and muddy. “Some boys….down the street pushed me in a mud puddle,” the little girl sobbed, wiping her eyes with her muddy little hand. “And I can’t get in my house….because….because the doors are locked and my Mommy…..isn’t home for some reason. “Okay…it’s okay…you can stop crying, Sweetie. I know you…you ‘re a friend of my daughter? Its okay, really Sweetie….you can stop crying….what is your name? Oh…it’s okay come in, and get washed up and we can call your Mother. Why did they push you in the mud?” Linda asked, as she took the sobbing little girl into the kitchen, who was soon dripping mud on the floor. “Yes…I’m a…Julie’s my friend…..I was just playing with them…..my name is Susan…I’m…,” Susan said, her crying had slowed a little. “I wasn’t doing anything bad to them….” “Then why did they push you? Linda asked. So this is Susan…she had so many questions to ask…..she knew the little girl looked familiar. “Because I was….I…was teasing them,” Susan softly mumbled. “Teasing them? How, Sweetie,? Linda asked. “Well….my Mother will be so mad….,” Susan blushed, ...