Chapter Three
Margot got out of her clothes, put them in a laundry basket in the hallway, thought for a second, and then moved the basket into her bedroom, into the closet. Then she took a shower.
She didn’t want to stay too long in it. She hoped Journee would stay outside the Ambassador’s Residence during Margot’s shower. Margot had to get clean but did not want the shower to be an indicator to Journee that something happened. Not that Journee could ever jump to the right conclusion!
If Journee asked why Margot took a mid-day shower, Margot would say she took one due to the sticky heat. Not due to the sticky breast milk or Margot’s sticky pussy. But Journee might not ask and might read something into it without asking.
She got out of the shower, blow-dried hoping to look like she hadn’t showered, and then decided to take a quick look off the open balcony out of her bedroom. From there, she had a good view of the pool and the seating area between the Ambassador’s residence and the pool.
She just wanted to make sure Journee had spent the entire time out by the pool. Margot was practically famous in the family for taking ultra-long showers. They were so relaxing. Usually. Not this time! She was too nervous about what happened this morning, about anyone ever knowing, and now about having to return to Queen Muunu tomorrow.
She saw Journee.
She saw way too much of Journee!
Journee lay on a lounge chair, the kind that was more of a bed than a chair. Its back was to the house. She was in the shadow of the Ambassador’s Residence which protected her from the sun.
But not from her urges. Or from Margot seeing what she did.
Journee had her bikini bottoms pulled to one side, the side away from Margot’s perspective, and her other hand….
Journee was pleasuring herself!
Margot did a double-take. She’d never come across either of her daughters doing that and wished she hadn’t this time.
It wasn’t wrong. Of course not. Masturbation was healthy. But, uh, Journee wasn’t doing it in the privacy of her new bedroom? Or in the shower, as Margot often did?
Instead, Journee was fingering herself outdoors… in the open… in a primitive African country…?
It did look primitive down there. Journee was fingerfucking herself. Surprisingly hard!
Margot thought Journee must be in a rush. She’d decided to go for it, to have her first orgasm in Africa, and knew she needed to do it as fast as she could. Margot usually took short naps, if she took one at all, like on weekends. So, Journee knew she was under some kind of time limit.
Margot saw that Journee had positioned the chair in a way Journee must have thought blocked any views of her from the Ambassador’s Residence. If Margot had walked out back, Journee would have heard the door open, or the footsteps, and she would have quickly pulled the bikini bottom back in place.
But Journee hadn’t counted on the balcony that stuck out from the Residence and hadn’t counted on her mom stepping out onto it and looking down and across at her.
Margot hadn’t counted on this either!
What was she doing standing here?
She should go back inside. Poor Journee should be able to have her personal fun without her mom watching her do it live!
Yes, she should go in.
Journee’s pussy was so pink and looked so wet.
Margot really should not be watching this. Margot knew she shouldn’t.
Journee looked pretty close to the big moment.
It would be… something… to see her daughter orgasm.
Her first African orgasm! Margot would be happy for Journee if she wasn’t so worried about Journee looking up and seeing her.
Didn’t they say the human eye was made to detect movement? That if you don’t want to be seen it was better to stay still out in the open than to run away in the woods? Something like that?
So… Margot should keep watching….
Watching wasn’t rude or sneaky. It was only prudent in this case.
Journee fingerfucked herself. So hard! And with three fingers!
Margot knew some men who didn’t fuck as hard with their cocks as Journee did with her fingers. Journee’s dad was one of those men.
And three fingers! Margot was surprised her daughter could fit that many or, more like, she was surprised Journee would want to do it that way. It was… sort of slutty. Wouldn’t it make her male sexual partners feel small? But maybe they’d make up for it in length.
Fingerfucking herself so hard like that and with three fingers seemed so… advanced….
Margot wasn’t as foolish as to think her daughter was a virgin, but Journee was young and slim and sure hadn’t had any babies.
Three fingers! Gathered together and driven hard.
It was… sort of inspiring….
Margot swore she’d toweled herself off completely dry. But she guessed she must have missed her pubic mound. Or at least right between her pussy lips….
That must be shower wetness down there. For sure. No doubt.
Journee looked way too preoccupied down there to look around. It was safe to move back inside. It was the right thing to do.
Margot lingered.
It was just hard to get herself to start moving.
After all, she needed to look where to go before walking around, and she just couldn’t take her eyes off her daughter.
The sight of Journee was riveting. Margot’s feet felt riveted to the balcony.
And then…
…Journee orgasmed!
Wow!
Journee thrashed and leg-hugged her hand and flopped her knees back and forth side to side.
Margot’s eyes bugged out as she saw Journee collapse into an incredibly lascivious position. Her eyes were clenched, and her knees were spread nearly flat, away from her body. She looked like a frog on its back, dead from an orgasm that was too powerful.
But Journee still breathed. And she still moved.
Her fingers were out from her pussy, and her wet hand pressed and rubbed up and down on her slit.
Margot thought, “Jesus, is this masturbation session done or not?”
Not quite.
Margot blinked her wide-open eyes and held her breath as Journee…
…oh my….
Journee lifted her wet hand to her face and licked it. Licked it! Licked up and down her fingers and all over her hand.
Margot had no idea what to think of that.
It looked so slutty.
But it wasn’t wrong.
It wasn’t morally wrong. But it felt like some species of wrong.
It seemed so weird!
Margot guessed it might not be as weird as a mother watching her daughter do this or the mother forgetting to dry her pussy after her shower or that the mother’s pussy somehow got even wetter after that shower.
That had never happened to Margot before!
And neither had seeing her daughter, peeping at her daughter, while her daughter masturbated.
Margot knew it was not a coincidence.
She watched as Journee licked and sucked every finger and every square inch of wet surface. Her eyes were closed the whole time. She looked dreamy. Orgasm dazed.
Margot knew what that was like. She’d felt it during her visit with Queen Muunu that morning.
She guessed they’d both had their first African orgasm on the same day, within a couple of hours of each other.
As if to drive the point home that her daughter was not the innocent sexual vanilla girl she’d assumed she was, Journee’s wet hand went back to her pussy where it rubbed and rolled in her wet folds.
Journee was intentionally getting pussy juice all over her hand again.
Which meant….
No!
But why else would she do it?
Journee lifted that hand back up to her face and proceeded to again lick and suck it all over.
Margot thought that was sick. Her daughter was a sicko!
But Margot also thought it was hot. So she was a sicko also!
She felt like a terrible person when she caught herself licking her lips. She supposed it was natural, though. Watching a commercial of someone enjoying food or a drink made you hungry or thirsty.
She decided to retreat off the balcony before her daughter opened her eyes and looked around. The only thing worse than spying on a daughter and having reactions to it was getting caught doing it. She didn’t want to get caught mostly because she didn’t want Journee to feel shame.
Margot took three long steps to get back into her bedroom.
Damned if she didn’t want to masturbate just like she’d seen her daughter do. She wanted to do it exactly the same, a recreation. But that would be wrong. She couldn’t do that.
And she only wanted the masturbation part of it, not that… that oral clean-up part afterward. Not that!
That was… slutty.
But her daughter did it, and she wasn’t a slut….
But did Margot know that? She felt like she didn’t know anything anymore. She sure hadn’t known she’d fill herself on breastmilk and orgasm across the lap of a Queen when she woke up that morning.
Maybe Journee was a slut, and Margot was too clueless to notice the warning signs. If there were slut warning signs. But it wasn’t like Journee dated too much or anything. Journee did not dress like a slut or talk like a slut.
No, no, she had to hold her horses on thinking her daughter was slutty. It was just masturbation. That’s all it was. If masturbation was slutty, then everyone was a slut.
Well, it wasn’t simple plain Jane masturbation, was it?
Journee did it outdoors and with that hand licking. Those two elements were slutty. Like maybe junior slutty. Not full-on raging slutty. But was Journee moving in that direction? Was licking up her own slipperiness a slippery slope that could lead to other sluttiness?
And… was that heterosexual masturbation (if there was such a thing) or, with the licking up of pussy juice, was that lesbian masturbation (if there was such a thing)?
Her daughter had licked up pussy juice and looked dreamy while doing it. Margot imagined lesbians might do that. If they liked to lick pussy, and thought about pussy as they masturbated, then sure, why wouldn’t they lick up their own?
Was Journee a lesbian?
That would be so weird. So unexpected. So many boys who knew Journee would be so disappointed.
Margot guessed lesbians would be quite pleased. Her daughter was a beauty, and her personality was ten times more beautiful than her physical body.
Margot had a disturbing thought on top of her other disturbing thoughts.
Oh no! This was even more reason to keep Journee away from Queen Muunu. Margot had comforted herself that Queen Muunu was too busy with all these other diplomats and, yes, maybe one or two of their daughters. It had also occurred to her that Journee would not be weak like her mother, would have no temptations in that direction, and wouldn’t have the political expediency affecting her decision-making like Margot had.
But if Queen Muunu ever thought Journee might be willing or susceptible, then Queen Muunu might go out of her way to pursue Journee.
Queen Muunu might make a special trip to Journee! She’d make a short journey across the Rambikkun capital of Nai Nabi to get to Journee!
Margot frowned at a sudden thought. Why were the Ambassador’s Residences, or at least the American one, so far from the palace?
Was it to keep the mother ambassadors well separate from their daughters when the mothers were at the palace? If so, was it to enable what Queen Muunu did with the ambassadors, or was it to facilitate something with the daughters?
She could make up an excuse to immediately go back to the Ambassador’s Residence. Sickness or whatever. But, if Margot did that, it would take nearly half an hour to get from the one to the other. That would be plenty of time to… what? Call over and warn someone that the ambassador was coming back?
Maybe.
Queen Muunu could keep Margot for hours waiting in that damn waiting room to get into the audience chamber. Meanwhile, Queen Muunu could pay a visit to the American Ambassador’s Residence.
An image of Journee suckling on one of Queen Muunu’s massive breasts popped into Margot’s mind.
That must never happen!
But if Journee liked pussy juice….
Margot bet Queen Muunu made loads and loads of pussy juice. She could drench Journee!
Margot vowed to keep Queen Muunu away from Journee.
She shook her head. This was panicked thinking on her part. She’d never seen Queen Muunu anywhere other than sitting on her throne. She was not the type to have herself transported across town. She didn’t sneak around. At all. She didn’t even wear clothes unless you counted that gold chain around her waist.
Even from out in the waiting room, she’d know if Queen Muunu wasn’t on the throne. She could just look in every time those double doors opened. She could get up like she needed to stretch her legs, but she’d actually stretch her eyes and steal a look inside the throne room.
As long as she was with Queen Muunu at the palace, Queen Muunu could not be here at the Ambassador’s Residence.
Thankfully, tomorrow Margot would be with Queen Muunu, keeping an eye on her (and maybe a mouth on her nipple?), and Journee would be safe with those two African guide girls.