The Real Mother Goose

by Selena Kitt

  “Simon says, don’t come.”

  Muffy groaned around the length of his shaft, feeling his hands in her hair as he gently fucked her mouth. Her whole body was taut with wanting, and that soft, sweet tongue dangled her dangerously off the edge.

  “Simon says, don’t come,” he repeated.

  It was a warning. She whimpered, wiggling and squirming on the cushion. The sensation was too much—she couldn’t stand it anymore. She felt her pussy beginning to contract around the stiff cock buried inside of her, a telltale sign of her impending orgasm.

  She moaned, loud and long, gripping the cushion underneath her with her hands, willing herself not to give in, but she just couldn’t stop the rolling wave about to crash over her.

  “Simon says…come,” she heard him say, and at that moment, he shoved into her throat hard and deep, grabbing hold of the clothespins on her nipples and pulling them off.

  If it hadn’t been for the sticky hot fluid filling her mouth, she would have shrieked with her own orgasm. Her nipples were screaming sensation, sending delicious waves of feeling all through her body, but especially to her hot, spasming pussy, where that tongue still worked her little clit in fast, hard circles.

  Then the man between her legs grabbed her hips, thrusting two, three more times, and she felt him pull out of her and come all over her pussy and her belly. The hot fluid jetted against her skin again and again, and she heard him groaning between her thighs.

  Dizzy and spent, she laid there, limbs dangling, just shivering on the platform. That’s when she heard the crowd applauding. She saw them, now, when she opened her eyes, still upside down.

  “Simon says, sit.” He was by her side, helping her, and she found both Mother and Blue standing between her legs. Blue grinned, fastening his breeches, and Mother used a face cloth to wipe Muffy’s juices off her mouth.

  Simon unlocked the platform and turned it so Muffy fully faced the crowd, and they cheered. She flushed, glancing over at Mother and Blue. They smiled at her.

  “Simon says…” he said loudly holding the girl’s trembling hand. “She wins!”

  The crowd cheered again, and Simon leaned in and kissed her cheek, helping her down from the platform. Blue and Mother were both there, too, cleaning her up and putting her nightgown back on.

  “Who is this girl?” They all heard the voice, high and reedy, coming through the crowd. “Who is this girl who is creating all the fuss?”

  “Ah, Your Majesty!” Simon bowed as the crowd parted in various curtsies and bows to allow her to pass. “You just missed perhaps my best show ever!”

  “Indeed?” The Queen of Hearts narrowed her eyes at the girl, taking in her disheveled appearance—flushed cheeks, swollen nipples and wet thighs. “Well… perhaps we should have a repeat performance?”

  Muffy curtsied low, just like Mother had taught her, and said softly, “As you wish, Your Majesty.”

  “Who does this girl belong to?” The Queen demanded, her eyes bright.

  “She is my charge, Your Majesty.” Mother curtsied to the Queen. As she rose, she pulled the girl gently with her.

  “Hm…Mother Goose…has Father Goose crossed back over yet?” The Queen asked with a frown, glancing over at Blue.

  “No,” Mother replied, her mouth pursed into a thin line. “I have been taking in girls for obedience training since he’s been gone.”

  “Who is this one?” The Queen asked, tilting Muffy’s face up to the sun.

  “Little Miss Muffet,” Mother replied. “Her father found her with a young man.”

  “Ah.” The Queen nodded to Simon. “A tart. They’re such tarts, these young ones.”

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” Simon agreed with a nod. He looked appreciatively at the young blonde.

  “But a tasty tart, sounds like,” the Queen observed with a small smile. “A tempting, luscious tart.”

  “Oh, yes, Your Majesty,” Simon agreed.

  “I should like to have her.” The Queen turned to Mother. “Arrange it.”

  Mother nodded, her jaw tight. Blue put his hand on her elbow.

  “But Mother,” Muffy whispered to the older woman. “I don’t want to leave you.”

  “Come with me,” the Queen said, reaching her hand for the girl. “Come along, I won’t bite. Come meet all the other tarts. You will fit in quite well.”

  “It’s okay,” Mother whispered into her ear as she wiped a tear from the girl’s cheek. “This is the best thing that could have happened to you. Go, now. Be a good girl.”

  Muffy stumbled after the Queen of Hearts, glancing back at Mother once to wave, looking forlorn.

  “Well, Blue.” Mother sighed at the man, taking his arm. “I came to find a girl, and instead I gave one up! What do you think of that?”

  “It’s all right, Mother,” he assured her, kissing her cheek. “There is a little pair you must see over there who will cheer you right up—a red-haired jewel named Jill and another who looks like he could be her twin. His name is Jack.”

  “Really?” Mother perked up, letting him lead her out of the booth. They waved a goodbye to Simon as the crowd dispersed.

  “And it could have been worse you know,” Blue remarked as they made their way through.

  “Oh?”

  “You know the Queen of Hearts, Mother.” Blue was smiling, but it was grim. “She could have said, ‘Off with her head!’”

  “True,” Mother said with a laugh. She took his hand and they went to look at the young red-headed pair Blue had promised would cheer her right up.

  Chapter Five

  Jack and Jill

  Jack and Jill went up the hill,

  To fetch a pail of water

  Jack fell down and broke his crown

  And Jill came tumbling after…

  Mother was having a picnic and the day was glorious. The shade of the umbrella over her pale, creamy skin made it just cool enough to sit and drink iced tea and enjoy the festivities. The bright shock of green lawn was already filled with people milling about the tables Blue and Willie had set up the day before. Cook had loaded them with food, and Mother had borrowed King Cole’s fiddlers—they were playing merry tunes to dance to.

  “Mary has arrived, Mother.” Blue leaned to whisper into her ear, making her shiver with the heat of his breath.

  “Goodness, look at Peep!” Mother exclaimed, crossing her long, bare legs under her peignoir and swinging one high-heeled boot.

  “Mother…” Mary—who some called contrary—leaned in to kiss the other woman’s cheek. She was followed by Little Bo Peep dressed in a black corset and stockings with tall, soft boots, almost a replica of Mother’s outfit, minus the peignoir. She also wore a soft leather collar, and Mary held the leash attached to it.

  “I wouldn’t have recognized you, Peep darling,” Mother exclaimed, noting the girl’s dark make-up, her eyes heavily lined in charcoal, a stark contrast to her pale skin and hair. She turned her attention to Mary who was taking a seat beside her. “Good to see you, dear.”

  “Isn’t she lovely?” Mary smiled, tugging gently at the leash. Peep sank to her knees beside her mistress, her hands going behind her back as she bowed her head, her golden hair falling like a curtain around her face. “She has been a dream to train.”

  “She always did like it so,” Mother agreed, watching the girl fondly as Mary petted the girl’s flaxen tresses. “Have you seen my newest procurement?”

  Mary shook her head and then gasped as one of Mother’s catgirls, Lucy, nudged her from under the chair.

  “Look how big they’re getting!” Mary exclaimed, reaching down to massage the soft, velvety ears of the catgirl at her feet. They were growing at an accelerated rate, as all feline-human species do, and would be full grown by six months. “What are these on her paws?”

  “Mittens,” Mother replied with a sigh. “I lost three good peignoirs and had to order more made before Willie came up with that idea. Problem is, they hate them, and often lose them.”

  Ma
ry chuckled as Lucy nuzzled her black velvety head against the woman’s knee, her purr audible. “They can be a handful.”

  “Speaking of a handful,” Mother murmured, glancing behind her. “Blue, have you seen the twins?”

  “Yes, Mother.” He squatted next to her chair and pointed. Her gaze followed the direction of his finger and she saw them up on the hill next to the well.

  “They’re not really twins,” Mother explained to Mary. “Not even related by blood, but they look so much alike, it’s amazing.”

  Jill’s bright red hair was like a beacon and it hung down her back in coppery waves in the sun. As they watched, Jack tugged at a blonde girl’s curls, and even from where they were sitting, they could hear her squeal. The blonde smiled at him, though, pinching his cheek and then leaning in to kiss him there.

  “Blue, will you fetch them?” Mother asked, shading her eyes and standing for a better vantage point. “Before Jill’s temper—”

  “Too late,” Blue lamented as they heard Jill shriek.

  All of them heard a hollow “bonk” as Jill brought a pail down on Jack’s head. It turned upside down, soaking his front as Jill lunged for him and they tumbled together down the hill.

  “Blue!” Mother cried, but he was already on his way, meeting them at the bottom of the hill and dragging them both over to where Mother was waiting. All of the guests watched as Blue yanked their collars, his fingers in the loops so they couldn’t wiggle away.

  “You pervert!” Jill shrieked, still wailing and trying to wallop Jack. “Do you lust after every girl that comes along!?”

  “Enough!” Mother rose, holding her hand out in a “stopping” motion. Her guests were talking quietly again, but their eyes were on the scene at Mother’s table.

  “Mother said you weren’t to flirt with the girls,” Jill said, her lower lip trembling.

  Jack rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t flirting. She kissed me.”

  “I also said that you weren’t to hit him anymore.” Mother’s voice quavered with anger, her eyes flashing at Jill. “Blue, take them upstairs to my room. I’ll be up shortly.”

  He gave a short nod, dragging them both inside.

  “They are a handful!” Mary exclaimed, looking up at Mother with wide eyes.

  “You have no idea.” Mother sighed, taking a seat and petting Peep, rubbing a strand of her blonde hair between her fingers. “I acquired them at the Queen’s Fair and they’ve been trouble ever since.”

  “Redheads,” Mary said with a knowing nod. “They’re so passionate.”

  Mother’s mouth curled into a slow smile. “Yes…well, that has its advantages, too.”

  “I imagine it does.” Mary returned her smile.

  Mother rose, patting Peep once more with a sigh. “Mary, would you mind entertaining my guests for a while? I need to tend to my fiery little charges.”

  “I’d be honored,” Mary replied, kissing Mother’s hand before she headed inside.

  Mother made her way up the long flight of stairs, the heels of her boots clicking on the stone floor as she continued down the hallway. Blue was just hooking Jill up to the chains embedded in the wall. Jack’s wrists were already restrained in manacles and he looked up when Mother came into the room.

  “Thank you, Blue, darling,” Mother murmured, caressing the bulge in his breeches. Jill’s struggle had pulled her white corset down to expose her full, pink-tipped breasts and Blue had obviously been admiring them.

  “My pleasure, Mother,” he replied, meeting her eyes as her hand squeezed him gently.

  “What am I going to do with you two?” Mother shook her head and paced back and forth in front of her two young charges. “Every time I turn around, you’re fighting like cats and dogs!”

  “It wasn’t my fault, Mother!” Jack cried, glaring over at Jill. “I was pulling some water from the well for the baker’s daughter, and out of nowhere, Jill pushes me down!”

  “Ha!” Jill snorted, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder with a flip of her head. “He was looking down her dress, Mother. I saw him!”

  Mother raised her eyebrows, stopping in front of the girl with a frown.

  “Natural male response,” Mother murmured, tapping her chin with her finger. “Don’t you think, Blue?”

  “Indeed, Mother,” the man replied, his eyes still moving over Jill’s exposed cleavage.

  “But…” the girl stammered, her cheeks flushing, making the freckles peppered over her nose and cheeks stand out even more. “But, Mother…you said we weren’t allowed…that is…”

  “Yes,” Mother replied with a nod, looking between her two charges. “No touching, that’s correct…but you can’t tame a man’s eyes. They look—it’s inevitable.”

  Mother gently turned Blue’s chin and met his gaze. He grinned and shrugged, but then gasped when she touched him again, squeezing between his legs.

  “What I’m more concerned about is your response, Jill,” Mother went on, turning back to the two chained youngsters. “Why should it concern you what Jack does?”

  “I…I was just trying…to be good…” The girl bit her lip, looking over at Jack and then back to the tall woman standing in front of her.

  “Hm.” Mother frowned, tapping the toe of her boot on the cold stone floor. “I just don’t believe it. Blue, do you believe her?”

  The dark-haired man shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”

  “Well, then, perhaps it’s time for a little truth-telling session!” Mother exclaimed with a smile. “My cat please, Blue.”

  “Yes, Mother,” he replied, moving toward the cabinet in the corner.

  As if on cue, one of the kittens that Mother had purchased from Miss Contrary jumped up onto the bed.

  “Not you, precious,” Mother admonished, chucking Toby, the boy cat, under the chin. He purred, tilting his orange head to the side and rubbing it against her hand. The face that stared back at her with large, gold eyes was quite human.

  “Mrowr,” he said, licking her fingers with his rough tongue as Blue held out the cat o’nine tails.

  “Later,” Mother whispered to the catboy, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. He curled up on the bed, his tail swishing as he watched his mistress stand and approach the two young humans.

  “Please, Mother,” the little redhead begged, her eyes flicking between the two figures standing in front of her. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just trying to keep Jack from getting into trouble!”

  “Perhaps,” Mother agreed, holding the thick, black leather straps of the cat o’nine tails up to the girls pale skin. She let them trail over her bare shoulder. “But I think there’s more you’re not telling me…”

  “No,” the girl whimpered, shaking her head, her red hair flying around her flushed cheeks. “I swear, that’s all!”

  “Blue, unchain her,” Mother instructed, watching as the man unhooked the girl’s manacles. She rubbed her wrists as she stared up at Mother with wide blue eyes.

  “Would you like to undress her, Blue?” Mother gave him a sideways smile.

  “Yes, Mother,” he agreed, moving his big hands over her corset.

  Instead of turning her around, he pulled her in to his big body, pressing her full breasts to him as he roughly untied and loosened the corsets’ strings, tugging it down her hips. Her panties were white and sheer and he pulled those off with the stockings. She stepped out of her shoes, allowing him to pool her clothing at her feet.

  His eyes moved over her body as he grabbed her shoulders, holding her at arms length. Her pink-tipped breasts pointed straight towards him. The gentle curve of her waist and hips drew the eye downward to the swell of her thighs, trembling as she tried to press them together to hide her sex. A soft triangle of bright red hair pointed like an arrowhead between her legs.

  “Lovely, isn’t she?” Mother smiled, her eyes caressing the girl. “Doesn’t she make you want her?”

  “Yes,” Blue agreed with a nod, taking a step back from the girl and remov
ing his hands so suddenly that she stumbled and nearly fell.

  “What do you think, Jack?” Mother cocked her head toward the young man.

  His blue eyes dropped to the floor.. “We’re not allowed, Mother…”

  “Indeed,” Mother murmured in agreement, seeing the tremble in Jill’s mouth at his words. “But she’s still a beautiful girl, isn’t she?”

  “I…I suppose.” Jack’s eyes moved sideways to look at Jill’s nude form.

  “Mm-hm.” Mother nodded, looking back and forth between them. “Look at her, Jack. Look at those ripe, firm breasts.”

  Mother trailed the thick, black leather straps over the girl’s nipples, making her shiver.

  “And she has a beautifully wet little cunt, Jack,” Mother went on, sliding the handle of the cat between the girl’s legs, forcing her to spread them with a soft moan. “Have you seen it?”

  “We’re not allowed…” Jack said again, watching as the black handle moved back and forth, slapping Jill’s flesh, making her open wider.

  “Yes, so you mentioned,” Mother murmured, parting the soft, red hair between the young girl’s legs with the handle of the cat. Jill sighed, closing her eyes as the stiff nub of the whip’s handle found her clit. “But you didn’t answer me, Jack. Have you seen her pretty, pink pussy?”

  Jack’s face blushed bright red and he shook his head. “No, Mother.”

  “Hm.” Mother moved the handle back and forth against Jill’s clit, making her moan and spread a little more. “Is that true, Jilly?”

  “Mother!” the girl gasped as the older woman slipped the hard handle of the whip between her lips, forcing it slowly inside.

  “He has a fine, big cock, you know.” Mother leaned in to whisper in the girl’s ear. The girl whimpered, shaking her head as she lowered her eyes to the floor, her hair like a red curtain around her face.

  “Yes.” Mother nodded, moving her hand away from the cat o’nine tails. “You do know, don’t you?”

  “No, Mother,” Jill cried.