She wedged a hand between us to grope my breasts, her palm gliding over my aching nipples. I moaned into her mouth. Becky drew away from me to whisper... "Touch me, Mom." How could I resist such a sweet invitation? My hands were resting lightly on my daughter's back, and I let them slowly glide down to fondle her tight little ass. Hungry for more, my fingers stole between her cheeks, lightly stroking the cleft of her anus. She hummed with pleasure, both hands covering my breasts now. My fingers. "Can you hear that little Nikki, all the girls from our school aresinging Christmas carols outside our house? That means we have to go outand join them." I stand there next to Sally as she opens the front doorseeing over two dozen girls of different ages singing jingle bells onour front lawn. "When there done with this song we will go out with themand go through the neighborhood."I finally broke down thinking I am going outside dressed like a littlegirl and have to smile like all the other. Mom was sitting like a slut her legs wide apart. I started talking but was thinking she is one to lecture me. I wanted to go out with a senior on Friday. I was asking mom. She started lecturing me about what this boy wanted with me. I was getting mad why won't she let me have fun?Amy was getting mad. She had told me about the senior boy I knew his reputation in fact I knew it personally. I knew he only wanted her to get his mother/daughter merit badge. How could I handle this? I tried. He and many of his group have the same views sexually as me." A made to order harem," I said.He laughed. "Fuck you, but, well, yeah, maybe. I'm going to have to get a lot prettier than I am now." We're working on it," said the ranger surprisingly. Their friendship kept growing."I appreciate that," said the young poet. He looked sternly at the barkeep. "Do you get my bent?" he asked."You should see some of the prancing dance queens," said the barkeep."I'd love to," said the young poet. Laughter.