Bonnie's Little Girl SeXStoRY

Martha and Bonnie had been next door neighbours for going on twenty-odd years. They had raised their c***dren together, shared celebrations and commiserated with each other during bad times. They were the best of friends, and their husband’s got along together as well. Martha stopped by to say ‘hi’ and both women sat outside on the deck sharing a cup of coffee in the late morning. As Martha always said; Coffee in, coffee out, she had the urge to go relieve herself. Bonnie told her to use the can upstairs because Joe, her husband decided to tackle the overdue renovations downstairs. Without hesitation, Martha made her way through the kitchen and ascended the staircase to the second floor. She passed by the master bedroom and Amanda’s, Bonnie’s oldest and didn’t take any notice that Bonnie’s son’s door was partially closed… that is, until she distinctly heard soft moaning coming from inside. She stopped dead in her tracks, and stood quietly listening. There was no mistake; she had heard what she thought she heard. The moans seemed high in pitch, more female than male. She knew Kyle’s voice had turned deep and husky once he hit puberty, so it couldn’t be him. A definite girly ‘yelp’ broke the moaning monotony and Martha slowly backtracked her steps. Kyle’s door was open barely an inch, but peering inside closely; Martha could see who was making the sounds she heard. Lying on Kyle’s bed was Amanda, her legs raised and obviously very naked from the waist down. Martha’s eyes enlarged and her jaw dropped in a silent gasp of astonishment. Amanda was in the midst of a very private and intimate moment of self pleasure, her golden tresses being tossed from side to side on the pillow. Her right hand flittered rapidly at the apex of her bronzed fur triangle, while her left hand repeatedly stabbed her sex with a long thin object. Amanda raised her legs up, her knees open and her toes curled as she continued to rub her clit with a shameless abandonment. It slowly dawned on Martha what the object was; one of Kyle’s miniature collectable baseball bats! Amanda grunted softly with each thrust into her tender young pussy, relishing the fast and deep penetrations. Unable to tear herself away with the knowledge that she was witnessing something she should never have seen, Martha held her breath as she continued to watch Amanda masturbate. ‘Why her b*****r’s room?’ Martha asked herself, ‘Why not her own room… or perhaps the bathroom?’ Amanda’s lithe body began to tense. She released her hold of the bat, leaving it well inside herself and concentrated all her energy and hand manipulation on and around her clitoral area. Martha could see that her pussy was well engorged, red, puffy and well stimulated. Throwing her head back with her eyes shut tightly and her mouth open, Amanda began to cum. She began to shake, her thighs clamping tightly around her hands. The small baseball bat was harshly ejected from her cunt, landing a distance away on the bedcovers as her orgasm took over her. Martha backed away from the door and turned to head to the bathroom. She shut and locked the door behind her, and paused to catch her breath and calm down. Her mind spun around what she had just watched and knew she could never tell Bonnie about it. After a suitable amount of time, and having finally pee’d, Martha left the bathroom to rejoin Bonnie on the deck. She had noted that Amanda had left her b*****r’s bedroom, his door now open wide. Returning to her chair, Martha grabbed her coffee mug and took a long hard swig wishing it was a whiskey straight-up. Martha pushed the visions and sounds to the back of her mind and was listening to Bonnie talk about the f****y’s upcoming vacation plans. A rustling was heard at the patio door, and Amanda came bounding out to the deck. She looked bright-eyed and bushy tailed wearing a gleaming toothy smile. She kissed her mother on the forehead, and then turned to Martha. “Hi auntie M, how are you doing?” Amanda asked. Martha paused for a moment. “Probably not as well as you’re doing!” -30-