THE CHANGE - extract

"Do a twirl for Mummy, slut. Show her what a perfect cock sucking slut you are."

Aunt Jean used a harsh tone, quite unnecessary under the circumstances. It was as though she needed to make a show of this return to Mummy. But Jimmy didn't flinch - she stood in front both seated, crossed legged women and turned on the spot, very slowly and when she did this there was this sense of pride in her.

"I'm very impressed Aunt Jean. It never ceases to amaze me, the miracles you perform with these mixed up little ones."

But the thing was that Bernadette spoke harshly as well. It was as though there was no need to put this front on any more - there was no need to be all maternal over Jimmy, or act as though she were his real birth mother. The cat was out of the bag so to speak and there was no need to pretend otherwise. Bernadette could be the way she wanted to be with little or no concern.

"These legs are fabulous, I have to say."

And as Bernadette was elaborating on what's she'd already said, and with Jimmy's back to her, she had used a perfectly manicured nail and just gently scratched it up the back of one of Jimmy's legs, from the back of the knee and then up the thigh and then under the skirt. And she did this very softly, a little more softly than her tone of voice would suggest.

And with that there was this little sigh from Jimmy and a roll of the eyes up. It seemed that with very little contact, very little suggestive contact there was what would have been a twitch in her cock - except it wasn't a cock any more it was a clitoris.

"Oh and she's sensitive to the touch - very sensitive, I like that. No orgasms though for her, I hope?"

And in a way Bernadette was teasing Aunt Jean but within earshot of Jimmy.

"Oh she's been taught that she earns orgasms or there won't be any. It was a hard lesson for her but she learnt. And she's a much better slut for it."

And Aunt Jean was smiling wide back at Mummy.

"Hmm, should we put that to the test I wonder?"

And all the time Mummy's fingers were getting higher and higher, that blood red nail, matching her lips pressing very gently and sensuously through the nylon to the flesh under it. And then to the flesh above a self-supporting stocking top until it found the tight silk panties that Jimmy was wearing.

"Don't forget what I told you slut. If someone wants to stroke you, and caress you, do whatever they want to you, you simply stand and let them. Unless that is they tell you what to do as they work you. In which case you oblige at all times."

And yes Jimmy had received extensive lessons in how to stand all demure and ladylike as she was stroked and caressed. The trouble for her was that this would have made her orgasm back in that day. It would have made her orgasm hard. If Bernadette or anyone had stroked her like this back then, then she would be squirting her semen high and waiting for the splash back.

But that was back in the day when Jimmy had a little nub of a cock and when he could fantasise about doing dirty things with his cock sucking 'mother'. How different the world was back then. Now when she felt that intense desire that was invoked by that stroking and caressing, she had to adopt a different frame of mind. She had to go into another zone and concentrate, really focus on not being brought to an earth shattering orgasm. And this was hard for her now because she knew about the orgasm that she could have. In a way she was addicted to those orgasms and she needed them - but she was not allowed to have them. And this was the beginning of a downward spiral within a spiral for her. Just something else to torment her with.

"Mmmm and what do we have here?"

By this time Bernadette was stroking her pussy lips through the tightness of the silk panties. She was just tracing the sex lips with her finger nail. Just tracing and pressing lightly and then following the line of the slit tightly covered with the silk of the panties.

Jimmy swallowed hard and kind of transferred her weight from one high heel to the other. And she ran her tongue across the underside of her top lip, creating an extended pout that neither older women missed.

"I'm sure I can make this little wretch cum you know Aunt Jean."

And there was cruelty in the way that Bernadette spoke and about how she continued working under the dress of Jimmy."

"I doubt that darling. She's still has the desire and that urgency to come. She still wants it, needs it even, but she knows what will happen if she does orgasm without permission from you, or me, or whoever is using her at the time. But please, prove me wrong if you want to, or if you can."

And now Aunt Jean was smiling that wide lipstick smile of hers. Odds on she didn't give a flying fuck one way or the other if Jimmy came and came in those panties of hers. And yet at the same time she was confident in her own training.

Bernadette made herself more comfortable before she carried on with that one finger. This time she went straight back to the now damp slit soaking through the panties and she located the clitoral bundle. She found that bundle and she circled it. First she pressed the bundle with the pad of her finger and then she used her nail to circle it. She used the sharpness of the nail through the silk and she circled it and there was this little whimper from Jimmy as she stepped her weight again from heel to heel.