Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Connie Lingus

We lay there, cuddled together, fulfilled and exhausted, and drifted off to sleep. I dreamed of little hands and mouths on my body, of gentle nibbles at my nipples, then sucking, rhythmic sucking at both breasts, amazing warm soft lips and tongues lapping at my nipples.

The feeling became more and more intense and I heard youthful giggling. I heard myself moan. I was coming out of sleep, giant smile on my face and the most wonderful feeling in my breasts. Oh, wait. I wasn’t dreaming. There were two tiny wet mouths sucking my nipples. Looking down I saw my angels, one at each breast, sucking my nipples and staring into each others’ eyes. Releasing a nipple, Cindy looked up and smiled at me.

“You looked so peaceful, so happy, sleeping with your little girls suckling you.”

“Oh, my darlings, I am so so happy. It’s the happiest day of my life and at the same time it’s shockingly naughty. I still can’t believe this is happening.”

“Oh you’ll have to believe it, because we’re not stopping.”

With that, I felt Lisa’s mouth leave my nipple and begin kissing, licking down my belly, her eyes on me as I gasped in pleasure. Cindy squirmed up beside me and started kissing and licking my ear, her hot breath making me shiver with passion.

“Do you like your little girl’s mouth on your naked body?” she breathed into my ear. “Do you want her to taste you, like you tasted her?”

All I could do is moan as Lisa’s mouth neared my aching pussy, her hands gently pushing my thighs apart. She licked all around the slit, her tongue maddeningly close but never touching my labia. She was just expertly teasing me, kissing and licking my inner thighs, lapping at the edges of my cunt, then running her finger down one side and up the other.

“Tell her,” Cindy hissed in my ear. “Tell her you want it. Tell her it’s hers, your pussy is hers.”

“Yesssss,” I cried, “yes, Lisa, I need it, I want you so much, now, right now and always!”

With that, Lisa spread my pussy lips wide with her fingers and stretched her tongue out to a point. She slid it into my wet, flowing hole, then ran her wet hot tongue, coated with my juices, all up my slit to my clit. She sucked it into her mouth and licked it with her tongue. The whole time, she gazed up at me, and I looked down at her. Looked at the most forbidden and exciting sight imaginable: my daughter’s face gazing up from between my spread thighs, licking my pussy, sucking my clit, driving her tongue up the passage she herself emerged from. I pressed my cunt up to her mouth, watching her little face as she licked and sucked. But then I couldn’t see her any more, as Cindy lowered her pussy to my mouth. She mashed it against my pussy as Lisa continued her assault on my clit. Cindy’s hands were on my breasts, kneading them as she rode my face, squeezing my nipples between her fingers.

“Oh Ann, make me cummmmm.” Cindy said as she fucked my mouth with her young hairless cunny. She lifted herself up so I could see Lisa licking me again, working my pussy very fast and hard now. She lifted her soaking wet face from my crotch, wet with her mother’s pussy juice all over her face, dripping from her chin.

“Cindy, that’s so hot. Cum in Mommy’s mouth. Make her get you off.”

Then she returned to sucking my clit as Cindy mashed her pussy to my lips again and started grinding herself in earnest on my mouth, making little grunts of passion as she rode me. I moaned into her pussy, licking hard at her clit, my hands on her little butt now, pulling her harder onto my mouth as she bucked and squirmed and gyrated on my face. I felt my own orgasm approaching as she rode me hard, as Lisa licked and sucked at my pussy.

She pushed two slender fingers into my hole as she continued to suck and lick at my clit, lashing her tongue back and forth on it, up and down, her fingers plunging in and out fast, while Cindy continued her own climb to orgasm.

“Fuck!” I cried out “Oh yes, Lisa, Lisa, I’m gonna cum. Mommy’s going to cum in your sexy little mouth!”

That did it for Cindy. She cried out and began cumming, mashing her gushing pussy on my mouth, bucking uncontrollably and babbling incoherently as she rode out an enormous orgasm. I moaned aloud as my own orgasm racked my body, shuddering and twitching as this completely incredible and incredibly hot scene exploded around me. Lisa sputtered a little as my juices surged out into her mouth, as she sucked and swallowed and kept licking hard the whole time, until my own thrashing hips settled and my orgasm subsided. Lisa scrambled up to kiss me, my juices all over her lips and tongue, Cindy’s juices all over mine. Cindy’s pussy continued to drip down onto my lips as Lisa kissed me, then licked her best friend’s cunt, then back to my mouth.

We laid Cindy down between us and together, my daughter and her mother licking at our little lover’s pussy, sharing the passion and joy of this exciting, forbidden pleasure. We all smiled, knowing we had found something rare and outrageous, and that we would continue to be lovers as long as we could.

We lay together for hours, fell asleep and slept together and awoke the next morning to a new love, a wild new life.

…with plenty of adventures still to come.

By Connie Lingus

Friday finally arrived and I hated to admit it to myself, but I was absolutely burning with need for little Cindy. I needed her incredible soft body, and I needed her to take my mind off the week of lusting after my own Lisa. Lisa was due home at 6 and Cindy had urgently asked if she could come over before, so we could be alone together. I was grateful for that, for her asking, because otherwise I might have found myself begging her to come over early.

Just after 5 that evening, I heard a knock at the door and looked up to see Cindy grinning at me through the window of the kitchen door. I was already wet with anticipation. I had thought of nothing else all day but holding her again. I hurried to the door and let her in, ready to devour her with a hunger that had built all week. This time there was no doubt; no doubt at all what both of us wanted. Cindy came in and pressed her body fully against mine, holding me tight and said,

“I’ve been waiting for this all week, Mrs. Larson… uh, Ann.”

“Oh, Cindy,” I said, “me too. Me too. Can I take you to my bedroom?”

I took her tiny hand in mine and led her to the bedroom, turned and pulled her into my arms, hugging her, running my hands all over her back and her perfect bottom. Then, taking her face in my hands, I kissed her. Kissed her hungrily, a deep wet tongue kiss, my lips and tongue sliding all over her young mouth, tasting again her youthful passion, my own fiery desire filling me with unbridled lust for her. My mouth watered and our saliva mingled as I explored her mouth, her tongue and teeth, her lips, her entire precious face.

I laid her down on the bed and began undressing her, exposing her pale girl flesh to my eyes and hands. I slid my hands over her chest, delighting again in her firm cone-shaped breasts. I ran my hands down her sides and gently tugged at the waistband of her panties. She lifted her butt so I could pull them off, down her long legs and off, my eyes glued to her perfect hairless preteen pussy.

I stood and quickly removed all my clothes. I looked in awed appreciation of this beautiful creature here on my bed. Her blonde hair was splayed out on the pillow her green eyes sparkling with playful lust. Her fair skin was barely tanned, just enough to see the lines of her bikini that had shielded her from the sun and no doubt from many lustful, adoring eyes. Her pale conical breasts were topped with perfect puffy pink nipples, straining hard now, as my eyes feasted on her preteen body.

Then crawling back onto the bed, I lay on top of her, finally feeling her naked skin against mine, my breasts pressing on hers, kissing her mouth, her neck and throat. She rolled on top of me, her hunger matching mine, and she devoured my mouth and neck, mimicking exactly what she liked about the way I kissed and licked her. Then her mouth was headed down, kissing my chest, licking my clavicle while her hands settled on my hips, pulling me to her nakedness. She took a nipple in her mouth as my legs wrapped around her, drawing her to me. As she sucked and licked my nipple, she rubbed her belly on my wet aching pussy. She licked around each nipple in turn, then taking each in her hot wet mouth, sucked and pulled them with her lips, licking down the valley of one over to the peak of the other, again and again. She kissed her way back up to my mouth and pressed her young pussy to mine, rubbing our clits together as she kissed and sucked on my tongue and lips. The urgency of her rubbing, and the little passion sounds she was making drove me wild.

“Uhn, uh, uhh, oh yes, oh, uhhh,” she moaned and panted as she rubbed her child cunt against my needy pussy. “Oh yes, please. Oh Ann, I need it so bad.”

“Oh, Cindy. Oh honey, FUCK me,” I pleaded into her mouth as she ground her mound against me.

I felt her whole body quivering, as she rocked faster and faster against my pussy. Then bearing down hard, she moaned and froze as an orgasm rippled through her hot young body. OMG, it was so erotic, watching her eyes roll upward and her eyelids flutter as she panted in release. Just watching and feeling her cum pushed me over the edge, and my legs clamped her tight against me as I ground my pussy on hers. My breath came in ragged gasps as my thighs quivered against her tiny hips. I wrapped my arms around her, quaking in the throes of a huge orgasm, filled with the realization that clutched so tightly in my arms and legs is this tiny doll of a girl and the object of my total lust and adoration. I guess I knew I was in trouble but I no longer cared. I knew I was little Cindy’s any time she wanted me.

But now I was worried about Lisa coming home, so I hustled Cindy into the shower and cleaned us up. Oh, what a simple thing showering used to be, but in the steamy hot spray with my beloved little vixen, I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. We washed each other, both paying special attention to our girly parts. I slipped my wet fingers into the marvelous tiny folds of her slippery vagina, as her soft, slender digits probed every fold of mine, then sluiced in and out of my hole. I shuddered with little aftershock orgasms.while my angel watched my face in wonder and smiled at me sweetly.

We dressed and went back to the living room, turned on the TV and waited for Lisa to return. How was I going to act like nothing was different as I spent the evening with my secret lover and my daughter?

When Lisa got home, I was in the kitchen. Lisa was in watching something on TV.

“Hi Mom.” she said.

“Hi honey. Cindy’s here. She’s in watching TV.”

Her eyes lit up and she ran into the living room. They hugged each other, and I could almost feel Cindy’s body pressed naked to mine in the shower. Ooooooh. I was melting inside watching her pressed up against Lisa that way, imagining them naked in the shower together. No, stop. I was staring at them with intensity and longing. Lisa looked at me over Cindy’s shoulder and smiled, a wonderfully warm and loving smile, but also sly and knowing in a way that sent chills through me.

Then, they chattered and laughed away quite normally in the other room while I started getting some snacks together. After awhile, I noticed it was awfully quiet in there and went to investigate. Hmmmm. no one in the living room but I heard giggling and talking upstairs. I figured they were in Lisa’s room and went to tell them I had some snacks for them. As I headed up the stairs, it went quiet up there. Then I heard Lisa calling from her bedroom.

“Mom, can you come in here for a minute?” and then giggled. Both of them giggled. They were definitely up to something. My mind reeled at the possibilities from the childishly silly to the impossibly sensual. I walked in grinning, not knowing what to expect from these mischievous imps.

I froze in the doorway. In. Total. Shock.

They had turned out the lights and lit at least two dozen candles, filling the room with sparkling, flickering and seductive light. Cindy and Lisa were on the bed, naked. Naked on the bed together. Just that fact alone was enough to keep me frozen in the doorway, speechless. Cindy was lying back against a small mountain of pillows and Lisa was leaning back on Cindy, her legs together, arms around her knees. Cindy’s legs were spread with Lisa lying back between them. For all the incredible eroticism and beauty of the scene before me, all the critical parts were covered and I couldn’t see a thing. It was truly as if the entire tableau was composed by a professional photographer for a lavish soft core magazine spread. It was breathtakingly beautiful and I was stunned.

“I hope you’re not mad, Mom,” Lisa said, sweetly, sincerely. “I want to show you. We want to show you. Please come closer.”

And with that, she released her knees and let her legs slowly open to my gaze. With her legs apart, I could see that Cindy’s hands were holding Lisa’s breasts, her fingers apart so the nipples were visible between her fingers. Her stiff nipples. Ooooh her stiffened nipples being squeezed gently between Cindy’s fingers. My eyes trailed downward, down her smooth belly, her navel, her hips, to her precious hairless sex. Her pussy lips were pressed together in a vertical slit and a droplet of moisture glistened from the base. And as my eyes descended down my daughter’s body, so did Cindy’s hands, smoothing her hands down, delicately dancing across the soft smooth pale flesh of her pussy mound, to rest on her inner thighs, framing Lisa’s little pussy perfectly between her slender fingers.

“You can look, Mom. Come closer.”

I walked into the room and over to Lisa’s bed as if sleepwalking; walking through a dream I had never dared to dream. As I went to her, Cindy’s small fingers opened Lisa’s pussy lips, like the petals on a flower, opening that glorious flower to my eyes, my hungry eyes. Oooooh, as the petals opened, strands of thick, clear fluid spanned between them, the film breaking and running in small dew drops down her inner lips to collect in the already forming pool that rested in her tiny hole. Cindy continued to open up Lisa’s vagina. Now I could see from her exposed clit down the spread labia to the glistening, beckoning cavern of passion. I watched viscous streams of her copious clear lubricant juices running down the walls of her pussy, running in slow, thick rivulets into the pool of nectar that now overflowed her young cunt and spilled down her crack to her anus and onto the bed. My legs grew weak as I stared hypnotized by this amazing scene.

“Please, Mom,” Lisa said softly, “I want this with you. I want this more than anything. Please, Mom. I love you. I want you.”

And then she reached out for me, and took my face in her hands and slowly guided my hungry mouth to her weeping juvenile cunt. I breathed in the sweet aroma of my own daughter’s sexually aroused little cunt. I couldn’t believe this was happening. In this amazingly romantic and erotic setting, two preteen angels, one my own daughter, were sweetly and gently seducing me into the most incredible sexual experience I could never have imagined. I gladly allowed myself to be guided to her yearning young sex, ravenous for the first taste of her.

My lips met her splayed open pussy lips in the softest kiss in the world. Lisa let out a beautiful, prolonged moan and her hips thrust upward, her thigh muscles taut and quivering. Cindy’s hands were back on Lisa’s breasts, her fingers lightly massaging the nipples as I licked and sucked at her juicy cunt, thrust again and again to my mouth, matching the deep lapping of my tongue into her hole and the urgent lashing across her clit. I drank down the flowing sex juices as they became thicker, creamier. I swallowed the steady stream as if my life depended on it, my mouth fused to my daughter’s quivering vulva. My lips circled around the sexy, soft, smooth skin of her mound, wetly smearing around her juices and my saliva, all over her pussy.

I heard her muffled moans and looked up to see her mouth locked to Cindy’s in a passionate preteen kiss. Lisa was moaning her excitement and rising passion into Cindy’s mouth. Her cries of pleasure excited me unbelievably and I whimpered into her open little hole, and sucked insistently on her clitoris. She was so close, and I could hear it in her cries. I could feel it in the tensing and quivering of her thighs. Her thrusts were coming faster, becoming irregular as she neared the peak of her climax.

“Oh, Lisa, honey, oh yes, cum in Mommy’s mouth, baby.” I pleaded.

And then she was there, crying out, arching her back and wailing into Cindy’s mouth. Her pussy shuddered with spasms of a huge quaking orgasm, and sex honey surged and poured from her depths into my licking, sucking mouth. I drank it greedily, overwhelmed by the ultimate erotic thrill of giving my baby, my beautiful preteen daughter such pleasure and intimacy, and devouring what must surely be the most forbidden taste in the world. Lisa’s hips arched up with each gasp of orgasm and a fresh surge of girlcum would ooze out into my mouth. She clamped her thighs against my ears, her hands on my head holding me there, and her hips moving now in circles as she ground her spasming, gushing cunt to her mother’s lips. After a few more arching and moaning thrusts, she collapsed back onto the bed, her thighs relaxing and releasing my head. As I pulled my lips from her vagina, thick strands of creamy juice stretched between us and I licked a few more times, not wanting to miss a single precious drop.

“Oh Mommy, Thank You. Thank you.” she cried. “Oh please come and kiss me now.” she said, tears flowing down her face. And then I was in her arms, crying too, and kissing her darling mouth and face, both of us now nestled between Cindy’s open, loving thighs.

We both wept tears of joy and proclaimed our love, arms around each other, mother and daughter locked in embrace, as Cindy caressed both of us and beamed with playful excitement.

We rolled off of Cindy, with Lisa now atop me, holding her to my body as we continued to kiss and murmer endearments to each other. I caressed her back and shoulders as her precious small body lay on me shivering occasionally with aftershocks of her intense orgasm.

“That was so sweet,” I said. “Just relax now, sweetheart, and let me hold you.”

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she nuzzled into my neck, kissing it softly, and lay her head on my shoulder, her legs spread over my belly, her wetness slippery between us. Cindy lay beside me, her hand resting on Lisa’s firm buns. She leaned into me, kissing the other side of my neck, ran her tongue around my ear and whispered in my ear.

“You’re next, Mrs. Larson.”

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Connie Lingus

I had just had the most exciting and forbidden sexual experience of my life and my heart was pounding as Cindy and I shared a post-orgasmic chat and soft drinks. When Lisa came to the door, Cindy launched into the perfect nothing-happening-here banter about school.

“My math teacher is so boring and he doesn’t explain stuff at all. Oh, hi Lisa.”

Lisa walked into the kitchen and Cindy bounded over to her and gave her a big hug, just like a normal day. Just as if nothing had happened. Lisa said “Hi Cindy.” They whispered and murmured greetings to each other and giggled and acted pretty much like they always do, but of course I was filled with anxiety imagining that Cindy might –even accidentally– let on that something was different, or what Lisa might figure out on her own. I felt like a complete idiot and so weak to have given in to temptations and desires that until an hour ago, I didn’t even know I had.

Then looking over at me over Cindy’s shoulder, Lisa said a cheerful “Hi Mom.”

“Hi honey.”

“Let’s go to my room,” she said to Cindy, and they rushed off up the stairs. Just before disappearing from view, Cindy looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled, the sweetest “we’ve got a secret” smile, and again, my heart just melted. My hot new lover.

I sat there in complete disbelief and the most awful and wonderful conflict. First I’d berate myself, “stupid! stupid! so wrong” Then the warm and dreamy erotic afterglow would wash over and I’d smile and think “that was the most awesome, incredible, intense sexual experience of my whole life.” And then, “but never again. I only hope it truly remains our secret. Omigod, I hope little Cindy can keep a secret, even from Lisa… especially from Lisa.

But then I couldn’t help but wonder if, on any of their many nights spent together here or at Cindy’s…. No, no way. Lisa would never… But then of course, I would never… I even managed to twist my emotions into the thought, “that little temptress. If she’s been seducing my little Lisa, I’ll., I’ll… ”

I had to laugh at myself. Did I not want to think of Cindy’s precocious seduction working on my daughter, ever the protective mother? Or was it that I didn’t want to think of Cindy with any other lover? Oh. Cindy. Mmmmmmmm. I felt my pussy moistening again just to think of the sweet soft kisses, the tenderness of her gentle touch, her incredible little mouth on me. And the frankly unbelievable image of my adult mouth down between her girlish thighs, licking all around and oh god, so deep inside her hairless 11 year old cunny. Oooooooh

I had to get ahold of myself. Snap out of it. I busied myself straightening up, then went up to my bathroom to pee and splash some cold water on my face. When I opened the bathroom door, Cindy was right there, quickly stepping in with me and closing the door, she whispered,

“Mrs. Larson, today was so awesome for me. I hope you don’t feel bad, cuz it was just what i wanted, and needed so bad.” Then she said “I want to see you again. Please? Sometime when Lisa isn’t home.”

Then she kissed me, not a little girl peck, her tiny but full lips and soft tongue deeply on mine, holding me, her lovely little body against mine again, and I just melted into her again. She looked in my eyes with her sweet blue eyes, full of love and excitement, “Please?”

Then she was gone, back to Lisa’s room. Shortly after, Cindy had to head home and they both came down to say their goodbyes. Cindy hugged Lisa bye and then me, a perfectly innocent and cursory hug and a polite “bye, Mrs. Larson.”

That night, sitting around the dinner table having supper with my husband Jeff and Lisa, was just surreal. It was easy enough to slip back into the normal, mundane family conversations about our respective days. But for me nothing was normal any more. My entire life had changed in one eventful hour with Cindy, and that’s all I could think about. Worse, or better, depending on how I looked at it, I couldn’t help but wonder about Lisa, and whether she had any of those experiences with Cindy. A couple times Lisa caught me looking at her, I suppose “differently,” and she gave me a funny look the second time. Or was that my imagination? I was not thinking about her sexually, was I? No, never. I had tasted the amazing forbidden fruit of my new young lover, but she would be the only one, and maybe only that one time. Yes, definitely never again–what was I thinking? But I couldn’t get it out of my head that she had conspiratorially begged for a repeat sometime.

Later, in bed with Jeff, I could have been forgiven for having no interest in more sex that day. It had, after all, been the most exciting, and in a way exhausting day of forbidden passion. But instead, I was all over Jeff, devouring his body, turning him on as much as I could, pushing him down to lick me, moaning and holding him there, but in my mind it was Cindy’s mouth on me. I thought of looking down at her innocent young face between my thighs and came instantly, smashing my cunt against Jeff’s mouth and crying out as waves of orgasm wracked my body, a shuddering, gasping orgasm that left me out of breath and panting.

“Wow, honey,” he said, “you’re a hot one tonight and SO wet. What’s come over you?”

“Oh babe,” I lied, “I just really needed that. I’ve been so horny today.”

I fell into a happy but exhausted sleep, but little Cindy didn’t leave me alone there either. I dreamed of her sharing my bed, every night. I dreamed she was addicted to the womanly juices of my glistening slit. I dreamed of awakening in the night, in darkness, to the amazing warm feeling of her tiny mouth licking and sucking at my pussy hole. That she would sleep there, inhaling my scent with her cheek on my thigh, and that throughout the night, she would just nuzzle into the dampness between my swollen lips and lick away whatever juices had collected there. And starting the flow again, she would lick contentedly, making little mewling sounds while I soared yet again to gasping erotic heights only to crash over the edge again and again as she gratefully drew all the sex juices from me.

The next morning, I awoke with a small pool of pussy drool under me from my night of incessant sex dreams about Cindy. That was it, I thought to myself. I vowed that I would leave this taboo path behind and return to the real world, the normal world, the yesterday world in which I was a responsible adult and good mom, contented heterosexual wife, the whole package. Jeff had already left for work and I vaguely remembered a quick good morning kiss and something about me sleeping in because I had “a restless night.”

Two cups of coffee later, a slice of toast on my plate and some news channel on the TV and I was feeling much more normal. Good. Lisa came in and plopped herself down at the breakfast table in a thin cotton tee and too-tight stretchy shorts.

“Morning Mom,” she said cheerfully. “Can I go over to Cindy’s after breakfast?”

“Of course, hon, as long as it’s okay with Mrs. Wilson.”

“Ms. Wilson,” she corrected, “and she already said it’s okay.”

Lisa poured herself a bowl of cereal and milk and sat reading the back of the box, while I glanced down furtively at the obvious outline of her little pudendum under the tight tight shorts. I could clearly see the slit in her perfect mini camel toe. I had seen her naked a million times, but now the barely concealed outline had me staring, wondering what her naked vulva would look like compared with the very close up image in my mind of Cindy’s yesterday, and I found myself getting excited again. I told myself it was that thought of Cindy turning me on, NOT my own daughter. Lisa looked over the top of what she was reading, a slight quizzical expression on her face.

“Honey,” I said, quickly recovering, “those shorts are too small for you.” She looked down and said “Yeah, I know. I’m going to change them right after breakfast. I just grabbed the first thing I could, cuz I was hungry.”

She finished her cereal and after a brief spell of chit-chat, she got up to go change. I could swear her nipples were a little erect under her thin cotton top as I admired her budding breasts. I watched her perfect firm butt and her muscular thighs as she headed up the stairs. No, I told myself, it wasn’t arousal, just appreciation of my beautiful child.

Two minutes later she was out the door and I was alone with my jumbled thoughts. But not for long. Seconds after Lisa left, I heard a tapping at the kitchen door window. It was Cindy, standing there with a small bag of groceries, smiling so beautifully and waving for me to come over to the door. I opened it and she stepped inside, set down the bag and hugged me like a long lost lover.

“I can’t stay for a minute. Mom will tell Lisa that I just ran down to the store for some milk and will be right back. I can’t stop thinking about you,” she said excitedly. “About yesterday. I dreamed about you, about sleeping with you, cuddling with you, making love to you all night long.”

She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard on the mouth, her kisses hungry, demanding, needy. Her hands went to my breasts and she fondled them as she kissed me. Her tongue swirled together with mine as her hands squeezed my breasts and nipples. Then one was down my belly to my waistband, going inside; inside my skirt, inside my panties. Ohhhh, her soft hand slipping inside my panties. I gasped, “Oh Cindy. Oh God, honey, what are you doing to me?”

“Lisa wants me to sleep over Friday night. Mom says it’s OK with her if you don’t mind.” she said breathlessly, as her fingers descended down into my now soaking wet pussy. “Please let me come over. Before Lisa gets home, like we did last time. Oh, please, Mrs. Larson, PLEASE.”

Her fingers slithered into my cunt, in and out slowly, sensuously as her other hand squeezed my nipple. Then pulling out her hand, she brought it up, gooey with my cunt juices, up between our faces, and proceeded to lick my juices seductively from her fingers, as the scent of my own pussy filled my senses. She sucked her fingers like a little cock, in and out and all around. Then I was licking them too, kissing her juicy mouth around her tiny slippery fingers, our tongues slurping up every trace. She plunged her fingers back inside, scooping out more of my cream, then held them to my lips while I licked my slippery secretions off her tiny fingers. What was I becoming?

“I want to eat your wet pussy right now, lick and suck at it til you cum in my mouth again.” she said, kissing my mouth deeply. “But I have to go. Please say Friday’s okay. Tell my Mom it’s okay.”

I heard myself whimpering again as she pulled away, shocking myself all over, whimpering in desperate, unstoppable and unbridled need for this outrageous little temptress. All my resolve of only an hour ago, swept away in an instant by her passion and sweet, demanding lust for me. What could I say? I knew I was hers.

“I… uh… okay, honey, of course.” I said.

“I love it when you call me honey,” she said, smiling a sweet but wicked smile, picked up her grocery bag and was gone. And there I was. I could not believe what was happening, and I could. not. wait. until Friday.

For the rest of the week, I swear Lisa was going out of her way to show off her body to me. Instead of a tee shirt or blouse, she’d dress in shorts and a bikini top. For bedclothes, she wore one of Jeff’s old tee shirts or an oversized castoff dress shirt, with just panties underneath. And I was always noticing her nipples, like they were suddenly prominent in a way I had never noticed. I tormented myself thinking maybe Cindy had told her about us. Or was it just that I was noticing her in a new way now and nothing had changed in her behavior?

One morning, she came out of her room to use the bathroom, just as I was leaving the bathroom. She was dressed in just her panties, her lovely little breasts proudly displayed. Sure enough, the nipples were not only prominent but erect. And was that a different, slightly sultry tone when she greeted me?

“Good morning Mom. Sleep well?”

I wanted to carry her to my bed and devour her gorgeous small breasts and lose myself in every curve and especially every crevasse of her body. But I was fighting it so hard, and Lisa was never overt, never made it clear if she was doing it on purpose. I was just so confused. I was already wracked with guilt about my secret little girl lover, and now here I was, looking at Lisa with hunger in my eyes, knowing I shouldn’t… couldn’t even think about going down that dangerous path with my own daughter.

Plus, it was easy with Cindy. She left me little choice and absolutely no doubt about what she wanted. Lisa was not going to make the first move, and even her teasing, well I couldn’t tell for sure if she even was teasing. After all, “Daddy” was at work, and it really was just us girls in the house. Her behavior could be (or so I told myself) just wanting to be casual about not covering up, about not having to, around another girl, around her mom.

Jeff left the next morning for a business trip, and when Lisa came down, she was dressed in one of his castoff shirts, the top 3 buttons undone and the bottom came down to mid-thigh on her. When she poured the milk on her cereal, I could see down the front, could see her perfect little half peach breasts. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was intentionally giving me a show. She chattered away quite normally through breakfast, then came and hugged me, just a little too tight, and just a little too long.. or was I imagining the whole thing?

“I love you Mommy,” she said, and kissed my cheek, arms around my neck. “Guess it’s just us girls today, huh?” She said it like “we could do anything.”

Then she went and sat on the couch, reading her book while I sipped my coffee and fought off these inappropriate and confusing feelings I was having about my gorgeous 12 year old daughter. She held the book so I couldn’t see her face, and she couldn’t see mine. As she sat there, she would occasionally absently let her knees part a little and close back together. I could see up her legs to her bare pussy. She had nothing on under the nightshirt.. Omigod. I was looking up my own daughter’s nightshirt trying to get a glimpse of her little mound!

Just then, she looked over the top of the book, smiled and said “I like this book.” and went back to reading. A few more times she let her legs spread enough for me to look, then looked up again, catching me looking, and closed her legs again. I could feel the moisture start between my legs as she teased me. No, I told myself, she’s not teasing you. You’re just being a pervert. Stop it.

I was trying so hard not to look any more, and started reading a magazine. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see her legs part again and I had to look. I almost gasped out loud. She wasn’t wearing panties! My innocent daughter had let her legs spread apart fully and I was looking right at the smooth, bare pussy of my little girl. But not looking as I had a thousand times, not looking as “Mommy.” I was sneaking a peek at a forbidden fruit of sexual desire for my child. No, I couldn’t even think about that. I buried my face back in my magazine and finished my coffee. I needed to get away from the building desire within me.

When I looked back up, She was holding the book directly in front of her face, and had relaxed her legs so I had an unobstructed view up her thighs to her naked mound. She slowly, seemingly absentmindedly, spread and closed her thighs, her small vagina opening and closing, dimly glistening in the poor light between her thighs. My mouth was dry and my pussy moist as I feasted my eyes on my daughter’s beautiful vulva, and her tiny pussy hole winking open and closed. I couldn’t take my eyes away, despite my mind screaming “NO. look away! get out of here.”

But I couldn’t, and Lisa seemed intent on letting me look as long and hard as I wanted. She kept the book in front of her face, and her legs apart for at least two minutes while I devoured her with my eyes. Just then Lisa looked up and said, “Mom, what’s this word? I can’t pronounce it.” She turned the book toward me, her finger pointing to a word on the page, which of course I couldn’t read from this distance. I got up and went over to her, looking at the book.

Oh god, I could smell the scent of her pussy. The scent of aroused young lust. I could think of nothing else as I told her what “perspicacity” meant and how to pronounce it. She grinned at me, put down her book and said “Will you sit here with me?” Oh no. Run away. But I can’t run away, I have sat with her, my arm around her many, many times. It’s normal. But now I thought I knew exactly what she was doing, and I had no doubt Cindy had told her our dark luscious secret. I was dying to find out. I was scared to find out.

Of course I sat with her and she leaned against my side, my arm around her, just like normal. Lisa said,

“Mom? Thanks for letting Cindy spend the night Friday. You’re the nicest Mom in the world.

“Yeah, right,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“No, I mean it, Mom,” she protested. Then hugging me around the neck, she rolled onto me, the heat of her young vagina against my leg.

“Thank you for being so nice to Cindy. You know she’s just my best friend ever, like a sister to me.”

The way she said ‘sister,’ was like a secret code, like, You’ve already had your ‘other’ daughter.

“I can’t wait til Friday,” she said, and gave me an extra squeeze, then slid off of me and went upstairs to her room to call Cindy.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Connie Lingus

I have never been more excited and aroused in my life. While I agonized over what was happening, this lovely 11-year-old girl had sweetly and confidently seduced me and now I was kissing her soft, tender mouth, sucking on her lips and tongue with her sexy juices smeared all over my face from her recent orgasm.

“You made me feel so good, Mrs. Laur… Ann.” she sighed. “Please let me taste you. You can teach me how to make you feel good.”

“Oh, yes. Please, honey. Make love to me.”

I leaned back on the pillows and pulled my shorts off, then my panties. The crotch of my panties pulled away reluctantly, cemented to my leaking pussy with thick juices. I stretched out, with my legs apart, and Cindy crawled up my body and pressed her small, tight body to mine. I felt the hard nipples on her perfect conical breasts slide across my own engorged nipples, and I gasped in delight and surprise. I felt her slick little hairless sex rubbing on my soaking wet shaved mound and pressed back, moaning in my need for her. My little lover showered soft wet kisses on my mouth and chin, licked over and around my ear and sucked on my neck and throat, devouring me with a sexual hunger I would not have imagined possible in one so young. She kissed down my chest to my breasts, circling one with her tongue, sucking my nipple with those unbelievably soft lips and warm wet mouth.

“Oh Cindy,” I gasped “That feels so good.”

As she sucked and licked my breasts, she gently and rhythmically rubbed my mound with her abdomen, her taught muscles massaging my vulva. Then, backing up from my tits, she looked down at my pussy.

“Oh Ann,” she said, seeing the creamy ooze from my swollen wet pussy slit. “You’re so wet.”

She lowered her head between my thighs and gazed at my wet, open cunt, inhaling the scent of my arousal. I bit my lip and whimpered in need as she slid her finger so lightly up my slit, stroking one labia up and down the other. Then I felt both her soft hands on the junction of my thighs with her tiny thumbs gently spreading my labia, opening me wide. Strands of sticky juices spanned the gap and she stared in wonder at my creaming cunt, then leaned in very close. I could feel her breath on my pussy as I panted and begged.

“Oh yes, honey, please, omigod, please, please lick me.”

And then she did, my labia stretched open wide, she ever so gently licked away the strands of cream spanning my labia, then thoroughly, as if wanting every drop, she licked the insides of my labia, first up one from the bottom to the top, then the other, with the lightest touch of her sexy little tongue. It was driving me mad. This little girl was teasing me better than any man ever had, arousing me to new heights. I pushed my hips up off the couch, trying to mash my pussy to her mouth, but she simply lifted her head, breaking contact with my yearning cunt and smiled up at me.

It washed over me again, the shock and shame and disbelief, mixed with the thrill of excitement beyond my wildest dreams. Here I was looking down at the face of a child, smiling up from between my thighs. Omigod, the little neighbor girl, daughter’s best friend, her lips coated with my pussy juices smiling at me lovingly, seductively, teasingly.

Then lowering her lips again to my wet pussy, she kissed it like kissing my mouth, her lips fully pressed to my labia, her tongue lapping and circling just inside my seeping vagina, sucking gently so I could feel the wetness from deep inside me being drawn out into her mouth, then licking so gently, so tenderly inside, scooping the juices from my depths. She again raised her head slightly, this time with her mouth half open, thick milky juices pooled on her tongue. She looked in my eyes, and let the pool of juices, slip out onto her lower lip. I moaned with excitement, seeing her angelic little girl face looking so innocent but with the shockingly erotic and incongruous coating of my vaginal secretions on her lips and tongue.

She leaned forward just a little, then down, still looking up at me, her eyes locked with mine. She was just almost too good at this, driving me wild enjoying the obvious effect she was having on me. When she tilted her head down, the pool of my juices and her saliva dripped slowly down, a sticky silky thread of milky translucent syrup streaming from her mouth to my engorged clit. Then, as it starts to run into the cleft between my parted labia, she extended her tongue and scooped it up again, licking it from my slit and softly sucking it from my clit. My pelvis lurched forward and I cried out as her lips closed fully on my clit, suckling it like a nipple. She sucked on it for just a few seconds, then lifted her mouth again. Smiling up at me mischievously, teasingly, she again lets the creamy juices drool out of her small mouth to my aching clit. Again she slurps it up again and suckles at my clit, longer this time. This time when she raises her face to look at me again, she lets the creamy pool of sex juices slide back into her mouth and swallows it, smiling sweetly. “Mmmmmmm,” she said, as if she’s enjoying the finest dessert ever.

By now I was whimpering with such lust and need I could hardly stand it. I begged her,

“Oh my god, Cindy. You’re driving me crazy. Please…. please. I need it so bad. I need YOU.”

She smiled sweetly, lowered her face to my sex and began to feast on my wide open, oozing pussy hole, making slurping, sucking noises as she rubbed the entire lower part of her face in my drenched vagina, pushing her lips and tongue well into me, licking and sucking as I moaned and gasped in ecstasy. No more teasing; she lashed her tongue deep into me then sucked hard on my clit while flicking it with her tongue, around and around, sucking and licking. Then she softened her lips and moved her precious face in little circles, smearing my pussy juice all over her lips, sliding her slippery lips up and down my slit and around my clit again, then back down to my hole, letting her tongue snake out and into me.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned again, in appreciation of the scent and taste of my juicy grown up pussy, and the vibration sent me even higher.

I panted and moaned in complete surrender and abandon, my thighs splayed wide and my hips rising and falling with her every lick and slurp. Her hands gripped my firm butt and she held on to maintain contact as I bucked and thrusted my cunt at her incredible thrilling and maddening soft lips and tongue. Never in my life have I experienced such thrilling sex and I cried out again and again.

“Oh, yes. Oh god!! yes. Oh honey, yes. Oh Cindy, darling, just like that. Ooooohhhhh.”

Cindy certainly needs no coaching or training. She has driven me to a plateau of such wild passion and ecstasy, now it is me babbling incoherently, lost in a sexual delirium, driven ever higher by this preteen’s amazing lips and tongue. I can feel my orgasm approaching. My thighs begin to quiver and my breath is coming in rasping ragged gulps as the thrusts of my hips lose rhythm. And then I am cumming, thrashing erratically on the couch, sobbing with wave after wave of the most intense orgasm of my life, quivering and spasming on the tongue of my little lover.

I feel my pussy draining thick creamy ejaculate and hear Cindy gulping, moaning “mmmmmm” with every gulp, every fresh surge of my orgasmic flow. She holds on tight to my ass and holds me to her mouth through my entire orgasm, sucking and moaning and gulping down my juices. Then, knowingly, as no man ever has, she quiets her licking and just holds her mouth still against my pussy, the warmth of her hot mouth soothing me as little aftershock tremors shudder through my body.

When I am completely still, she gently licks up all the juices that have spilled out on my mound and my inner thighs, plants one final kiss right on my pussy, and crawls up to lie on me, her small body on me reminding me of what has just happened.

I lay there in the afterglow of that amazing orgasm, while conflicting emotions flood through my mind, love and tenderness, sexual fulfillment and ultimate pleasure, mixed with the guilt and shock of this young body I am shamelessly holding to mine, knowing I am falling into deep forbidden love beyond my wildest fantasy. Hell, I have never fantasized about a woman, let alone a young girl. And there I was, clutching her tiny form to my adult body and wanting nothing more than to hold her forever, to fall asleep with her in my arms, to drift endlessly in forbidden love and passion.

With a jolt, I look up at the clock, suddenly remembering that my daughter Lisa is due back any minute.

“Honey, we better get cleaned up, quickly. Lisa will be home any minute now.”

She slipped off of me and stood beside me, her amazing naked body wet with my juices and hers, smiling and holding out her hands to me. We straightened out the cushions on the couch and dabbed uselessly at the wet spots on the two end cushions.

“Cindy, I can hardly believe what we just did. Honey, I never…”

“I know, Ann. I loved it, I wanted it, and I guess I really didn’t give you much choice in the matter.”

She smiled sweetly with a conspiratorial and too-grown-up wink, and said, “It’s our secret, okay?”

“Oh yes,” I gratefully agreed. “My life would be ruined if anyone ever found out about this.”

“Don’t worry, Ann. I know.”

She held me for a minute in a tender embrace, her soft breasts against my belly. Then I led her to the bathroom where we quickly showered, dressed and headed back to the kitchen, where I poured her another glass of juice, just as I heard the key in the front door lock as Lisa returned home.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Connie Lingus

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2010 }

It was one of those perfect spring days and I was sitting in a tank top and shorts just relaxing a bit in the hour before my daughter Lisa got home from her ballet lesson. My adorable daughter just turned 12 and I was reflecting on what a bright, pretty and popular girl we had raised. I thought with some pride, that I’m a pretty good mom, all things considered. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes in happy contemplation of our good fortune and good life.

I was aroused from my reverie by a knock on the door. I answered the door to find Lisa’s best friend Cindy on the doorstep. Cindy is still 11 and she and Lisa are inseparable. They do everything together most of the time, and she has been a frequent overnight guest, as has Lisa at her house. They giggle and laugh and talk and carry on until late, then curl up together to sleep. There was cute little Cindy in a tube top and shorts, looking up at me.

“Hi Mrs. Larson. Is Lisa home?”

“She’s still at her ballet lesson, Cindy,” I replied. “She’ll be back in about an hour.”

“Can I ask you a favor? My little brother and his bratty friends are at my house. Can I come in and wait for her? I promise I can just entertain myself and won’t be a bother.”

I said, “Of course, honey, come on in.” I watched the cute blonde bound into the living room and plop down on the couch in front of the TV, where she and Lisa had often sat together watching movies and cartoons. I offered her some juice and joined her with a glass of seltzer.

“Thanks Mrs. Larson. You’re really nice.” she beamed, then blushing a little, she said, “…and really pretty too. You…” She blushed red and hesitated, “You have beautiful breasts.”

Now I was blushing, as this young girl gazed at my 34 b-cup breasts under my tank top.

“Can I see them?” she asked, shyly. She was so cute, this curious little girlfriend of my own daughter, boldly asking me to show her my tits. She looked down at her own tiny conical breastlets pressing out her tube top.

“I hope mine look just like yours when they grow out.” Then, without a moment’s warning or hesitation, she pulled her top off over her head, looked down and said, “mine are just little bumps, see?” Inviting me to stare at her petite body and perfect budding breasts. Which I did, feeling a little excited and very uncomfortable with this situation. It was about to get more uncomfortable. When I looked up from her breasts, her eyes were looking at my chest, expectantly, waiting. I wanted to say this wasn’t right, but she was so innocent about it, just wanting to see and I didn’t want to make it sound like there was anything shameful about girls seeing girls’ bodies. With one word, she washed away my resolve. “Please?” she said.

I lifted up my tank top so she could see my chest.

“Oh wow. Mrs. Larson, they are beautiful. They’re so beautiful and I hope mine will look just like that.”

I was blushing furiously as she enthused about my rather modest sized breasts. I was about to thank her for the compliments and lower my top back down, when she said, “Can I touch them?”

Without waiting for a reply, she tentatively put out her hand and reached toward my right breast. My head was spinning, conflicted by feelings of excitement and shame, watching in confusion as my nipple stiffened in anticipation. I watched the innocent wonder on her face as she reached for me, and my eyes wandered to her small breasts. Her nipples were hard pink buttons on pale cones of budding breast flesh. Oh my God, and then her hand was on me, then both hands, young soft child hands cupping my breasts, palms on my hard nipples, sending chills through my body.

I could not believe this was happening, that I was sitting here, holding up my blouse, my daughter’s best friend topless before me, cupping my breasts and thrilling me through and through. I had to stop this.

“Honey, ” I said “we shouldn’t…”

“I like it when you call me that,” she interrupted. Then leaning toward me, she looked closely at my left breast as if inspecting it, while her soft little fingers gently rolled and squeezed the nipple. Her lovely young face was only inches from my breast, gazing intensely as I blushed with shame and excitement and confusion .

I felt her breath on my nipple, felt my pussy begin to moisten, and then before I could react or recoil, her mouth was there, the softest lips and warm wetness engulfing my engorged nipple. The feeling was incredible as she mouthed my nipple, sucking and licking at it. My mind wanted to scream “No!” but my body was on fire. I couldn’t help myself as a soft moan escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered closed. Her hot mouth licked and sucked at one nipple, then the other. Then I felt her small hand on my lower belly, slipping under the waistband of my shorts, and inside my panties. No, I had to stop this, now. But her fingers were already there, slipping between my very wet labia into the furrow of my aching cunt. I gasped as her finger slid deep into my weeping vagina. Then her mouth and her fingers were gone from me and I whimpered slightly in disappointment and need.

I opened my eyes and she was right there. She had stood up so her tiny breasts were right in front of my face, inches away. Her hands were on her sweet mounds, fingers on her little nipples. Up until now I had desperately deluded myself that this was just a young girl’s curiosity about the adult female body and that I was a nonparticipant, just allowing her to satisfy her curiosity. Now I was staring at her budding breasts and filled with lust, shocking myself by wanting to touch them, to experience the forbidden softness that she seemed to be offering me. “Honey,” I started. But she was having none of my protests. Her hands caressed my cheeks and she leaned forward, her nipples now so close to my lips I could feel their heat. “No,” I started again, “we can’t…” Cindy simply arched her back a little and with her incredibly soft tender hands on my face, drew me to her naked preteen breast. Her nipple grazed against my lips and they seemed to part of their own accord. I whimpered again, she sighed, and I was sucking her tiny nipple, circling it with my tongue. I realized only then that I was still holding up my tank top. Now I pulled it off and tossed it aside, then putting my hands around this darling little girl, pulled her back to my mouth, lavishing kisses on her chest and breasts as her hands gently guided me to one nipple, then the other.

Then just as I was fighting back my feelings of guilt and shame, I felt her hands on my head, pushing very gently down. Oh no. Not that. How could she even know about that? I resisted, so afraid and confused about abandoning the last shred of pretense about what was happening between us. This little girl, my daughter’s best friend and daily playmate, was frankly seducing me. Hell, she had seduced me.

I whimpered again in lust and need and so slightly in protest, as her hands pressed slightly more insistently downward, and to my shock and shame, I was kissing down her perfect flat belly, downward, oh my God, knowing exactly where this was leading. But it was too late, I was hers, totally and completely. I could hear her breathing quicken and deepen, and she too was making little urgent whimpering noises.

She quickly pushed her shorts and panties down and off as I kissed and licked her belly. And then I was staring right at her juvenile pussy mound, hairless and undeveloped, her tiny pink labia barely protruding from her slit. I wanted so much to control myself, but I saw the moisture, like dew drops, coating her baby labia as the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and I had never felt so aroused. I just stared in wonder and astonishment at her bald, naked preteen cunny, her juices now forming droplets on her labia. I was stuck in this state of hypnotic lust and arousal, and as if knowing just how this was affecting me, staring wantonly for the first time at a child’s tiny cunt, she reached down and spread her lips open, showing me the yearning red interior and the pool of her virgin lubricant juices beckoning from the opening of her small hole. And then her other hand gently pulled me in, pulled me close, closer, until my lips brushed her wet labia. We both moaned as my lips met her pussy lips and I let my tongue slip between them, lapping gently, just inside, tasting her, tasting a woman’s juices for the first time, and not a woman, but a preteen girl.

Abandoning all pretense of resistance, I laid her down on the couch and placing my hands on her incredibly soft thighs, spread her legs apart. I watched as her tiny vagina winked open, glistening with juices, saw the excitement and lust on her young face, and leaned in to her, bringing my mouth to the mouth of her hairless cunny. I snaked my tongue deep into her hole, tasting her juices flowing out onto my tongue, coating my mouth, slippery and sweet. Her scent was intoxicating, her little gasps and moans thrilling me beyond anything I had ever experienced. I could feel my own pussy dripping with arousal, soaking my panties and shorts. I lapped my tongue deep into her, then dragging her juices up her slit, smeared them all over her tiny stiffened clit, circling it around and around with my tongue, slippery with her juices, then sucking gently, drawing it into my mouth and massaging it with my lips.

She moaned and panted and arched up, mashing her pussy to my lips. With every lick, she thrust herself to me, aching for release making urgent and incoherent noises as I greedily devoured her hairless 11-year-old cunt. Her hands were on my head, in my hair, pulling me into her as her little hips rotated, grinding her pussy against my mouth. Her eyes were closed, rolled back in her head as she moaned “uhn, uhn, oh, Ooooh” with every lick, every thrust of my tongue. My mouth and her body moved as one, her grinding and thrusts moving my mouth around with her soaking wet preteen cunt. Her pussy was flooded with juices which I lapped at hungrily as if my life was sustained solely by the nectar flowing from her young virgin hole, and by her passion and need.

It thrilled me to thrill her and I knew I was hers any time she would allow me to suckle at her young cunt. I never wanted anything more in my life than to hear her excitement and lust for me, to feel her release, to drink this young girl’s orgasmic juices. And then she was there, her back arching, mashing her cunny hard to my mouth and pulling me in deep with her hands on my head, my hands holding her firm little ass, holding her to my mouth so I wouldn’t miss a drop as her juices surged into my hungry sucking mouth. I drank as if my life depended on it, moaning at least as much as her as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. I lapped and sucked and swallowed down every sweet droplet of her until she collapsed back onto the couch. My mouth now covered completely her small cunt mound and as I gently kissed and sucked on it, my tongue circled the outer reaches, avoiding her oversensitive clit as she panted and sighed in post-orgasmic bliss.

“Oh my God, Mrs. Larson, that was so amazing.” she cooed.

“Cindy, honey, why don’t you call me Ann? I think we’re past being too formal by now.”

She laughed, a childish giggling laugh reminding me that I had just buried my tongue and feasted my eyes and hands on a child, my little daughter’s friend, my neighbor’s daughter. Cindy saw me flush red with the realization and start to pull back away from her. She clasped her hands to my shoulder and said, “No, Ann, please. Come kiss me.” And she pulled me up to face her, gazing lovingly into my eyes and then kissing my lips, my lips still wet with her sexy preteen juices. She kissed me deeply, her precious small lips on mine and her little tongue exploring my mouth. She licked around my lips, my cheeks and chin and said, “Mmmmmm. Is that what I taste like?” Before I could answer, she said “I want to taste you now.”

My heart was pounding, my pussy weeping with arousal and need and I could feel tears in my eyes as this beautiful young girl offered me the release I so badly needed.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Chrestomathist

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2008 }

Friday night brought Jackie and Jess, and $30 from the Allens for Friday night pizza. The four hung out together and waited, Kendra and Jackie impatiently, till the pizza arrived, then the two teenagers inhaled their food and excused themselves to Kendra’s bedroom, leaving Melinda and Jess and two pizza boxes in the living room.

Jess seemed shy, and also put out that her sister had left her with the adult. Melinda was put out, too, for what she reasonably gathered was a different reason. Melinda put on one of the DVDs that Jess had brought in her Hannah Montana backpack, the Powerpuff Girls movie (Melinda guessed, correctly, that it had originally been Jackie’s movie), and entered babysitting mode.

“So how’s fifth grade?”

“It’s ok.”

“You have lots of friends, I bet.”

“Yeah.”

“Well. I’m gonna clean this all up and put some dishes in the dishwasher, do you want anything? Are you ok for a bit?”

“Yeah.”

Melinda removed all traces of Friday night pizza and lingered in the kitchen, only hearing the squeaky voices of the Powerpuff Girls from the living room when she strained to hear any noise coming from upstairs. After a few minutes, she returned to the living room to find Jess had moved over to her Laz-E-Boy from the couch. Melinda was momentarily troubled, because Jess had never struck her as the kind of kid to just go sit somewhere someone else was sitting, but she shrugged it off and went to sit on the couch.

Jess, mesmerized by the movie, didn’t notice at first, but when she did, she scampered upright and said, “You can still sit here if you want.”

“That’s ok, honey, if you’re comfortable I’ll sit here.”

“You can sit here WITH me.”

“That’s ok, sweetheart.”

And the movie continued, and Melinda, who had seen it several dozen times, found her mind wandering inevitably to what was going on upstairs. Her two fourteen-year-old lovers were probably entwined together, bringing each other off, giggling and cooing and whispering conspiratorially to each other. Excluding her. Because she was old, and a worry wart. A cloud formed over her head, which was dissipated by a little girl plopping down on the couch next to her.

“You really can sit there, honey, I don’t mind.”

“I want to sit with you.”

Melinda thought that was sweet.

“Well then, let’s both sit in the chair.”

Jess nodded vigorously, and followed her to the chair, and they squeezed into it beside one another.

Jess was discreet, and hadn’t breathed a word about what Jackie had told her or what they had done together to anyone, but Jess was also upset at being left out, when she had turned in such a brilliant performance to be able to stay with Jackie for the weekend instead of going to Aunt Rhianna’s. So she mustered her courage and said to Melinda, “Do you think Jackie and Kendra are doing sexy stuff upstairs?”

Melinda’s mouth hung open and she turned red. “I — I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart,” she stammered.

“Jackie and Kendra love each other and they do sexy stuff. Jackie said you and Kendra do sexy stuff, too.”

Melinda was struck dumb.

“Me and Jackie did sexy stuff last weekend, too. I’m really good at it.”

Jess, flush with ‘sexy’ thoughts, said, “I’m gonna go upstairs and see if they are,” and started to get up from the chair.

“No! Honey, no, don’t go up there,” Melinda said, panicked, and grabbed the little girl and yanked her back toward the chair, at which time Jess spun around and fell against — into — Melinda, then scrambled up to straddle Melinda’s lap.

“It’s ok,” Jess whispered, “I know you’re not supposed to talk about doing sexy stuff. I’m only telling you because I know you do sexy stuff, too.”

And the little girl was almost imperceptibly bobbing back and forth, her crotch rubbing against Melinda’s belly. Melinda shuddered, flushed red and confused, and laid her hands on the little girl’s sides to steady her.

“Are you… really good at sexy stuff?”

Jess beamed. “REAL good! I make Jackie OR-gasm!”

Melinda’s head swum. I make Jackie OR-gasm too, she thought but did not say, and the question of what kind of person she was became even more complicated. God help me, she thought, what’s next, a toddler?

“I bet you do,” Melinda said shakily. “And does she make you orgasm?”

Jess nodded again, humping a little faster on Melinda’s lap. Melinda lifted her off her tummy and scooted her down till she was sitting on Melinda’s knees.

“Jess, would you like to do sexy stuff with me?”

Another, even more vigorous nod.

“Then here, take these off…”

And Jess dismounted and peeled her clothes off, and Melinda, heaven help her, took her top off, then started to undo her jeans, but by then the little 10-year-old was back on her, her naked form so tiny in Melinda’s arms.

Jess smirked at her and said, “Watch THIS!”

And she engulfed Melinda’s right nipple in her mouth and sucked on her tit, and Melinda was overcome with self-loathing and lust.

For Jess’s part, Melinda’s full, 35-year-old mother’s boobies were revelations after her sister’s little hills. She sucked with abandon, flicking her tongue on the nipple like Jackie liked her to do, till the tit was all smeared with saliva.

“Oh, sweetie, you do that really good…”

“I told you!”

And little Jess scrabbled up and leaned in to kiss Melinda, and their lips met, and Melinda was tentative at first, but Jess loved kissing and was VERY good at it, and woman and girl made out like lovers as they sank together into the Laz-E-Boy. Mojo Jojo said something in the background that reminded Melinda of the incongruity of what she was doing. Into which circle of hell do you go for making out with a 10-year-old girl while watching the Powerpuff Girls?

Before long, Jess’s tiny, wet slit was humping Melinda’s jeans leg again, and Melinda grabbed her tiny rear end and ground her harder into her thigh, and Jess’s back arched and she sucked in breath. Melinda kissed and licked the girl’s ear, neck and shoulder, then her mouth again, then she thought she would show HER how good SHE was at sexy stuff, and she slipped a hand down to the little girl’s pussy and stroked, and Jess squeaked adorably, and her hand found its way under Melinda’s panties, and Melinda’s eyes went wide, and 35-year-old mother and ten-year-old little girl frigged each other and gobbled each others’ mouths and tongues and mmph’ed and moaned in each others’ mouths.

Jess went taut and let out a staccato “oh… oh… oh” and came from Melinda’s expert fingers, and she looked so adorable and… edible, and Melinda rocked her own pussy against the girl’s hand. As Jess’s OR-gasm receded, she removed her hand and smirked at Melinda’s surprised look, then got down on her knees in front of the Laz-E-Boy and tugged Melinda’s jeans and panties down to her ankles and buried her little face in her cunt.

Sparks flew, and Melinda felt like she was going to pee, melt, and scream, all at once. Jess’s inexpert tongue was nothing like her daughter’s, or Jackie’s, but the evil delight she felt in ravaging and being ravaged by this little girl drove her to heights of orgasm she hadn’t known existed. She shuddered and shook and whined and pushed Jess’s face hard into her crotch, fucked that little face, and as she came down, thought for a moment that if anyone touched her she would explode like fireworks.

It turns out that that didn’t happen, as Jess mounted her lap again, grinning, with a sticky, shiny face, and nuzzled her head into the crook of Melinda’s neck. They rocked together in the Laz-E-Boy while Melinda got a grip and said, “My goodness, Jessica Allen, you really are good at sexy stuff. Look what you did with only half my clothes off!”

Jess giggled and smacked her lips, the taste of Melinda’s pussy all over them.

Melinda rose from the chair, her little-girl-lover in her arms, questions about who she was and what was right remaining seated, as she carried her little bride to her bedroom. She locked the door. She wondered if this meant they could join the other girls upstairs eventually. Eventually, but not until she’d had some more time to herself with little Jess.

***

The teenagers caressed one another’s naked bodies under the shower, Jackie absently rubbing soap over Kendra’s belly and boobs, Kendra smoothing her young lover’s hair. Jackie moved aside to let the shower water rinse Kendra, then stood in front of her again and the two kissed, carefully, tenderly.

Jackie’s jaw hurt. Just before their shower together, she had furiously eaten Kendra out as the bottom half of a sixty-nine, her pinky wiggling in Kendra’s anus; Kendra had lifted her face out of Jackie’s crotch and craned her neck and arched her back, and come, smearing her juices all over Jackie’s face. They had teenagers’ stamina and enthusiasm, and had had sex for two hours, finally taking a break to clean up. Jackie was justifiably proud of her first serious cunnilingus effort on someone older than her 10-year-old sister Jess.

Jackie hadn’t told Kendra about her and Jess, how Jackie had practiced her lovemaking skills on her sister so she could better pleasure Kendra. She certainly hadn’t told her that her ‘practice’ had quickly become lust, a primal, carnal desire to sex her little sister. She hadn’t told her how Jess had been something of a natural, a relentless, intuitive lesbian lover herself during their too-brief hours together the weekend before. Right now, all she wanted was to see her little sister fall asleep for the night so that Kendra’s mother, Melinda, could join their sex play, like the weekend before.

The girls dried off, put fresh panties and t-shirts on, and bounded downstairs, Kendra in search of leftover pizza, Jackie wanting to check on her sister. Both girls heard the noise at the same time, and it froze them: a half-whine, half-laugh, full throated, obviously from Melinda, behind the closed door of her bedroom. Then they heard a little girl giggle.

Jackie’s face blanched; Kendra’s turned red. Kendra stalked to the bedroom door, but Jackie stopped her from opening it, shushing her, and motioning her to follow Jackie into the living room. Kendra did.

“I have to tell you something,” Jackie said, heart in her throat. “Jess and I… um… well, we sort of… practiced together.”

“Practiced what?” asked Kendra, in a tone of voice suggesting she knew exactly what.

Jackie, flushed and stammering, answered, “I — I wanted to be — better, for you… ”

Kendra rolled her eyes and made a frustrated sound. As Jackie trembled at the thought that Kendra hated her, and that oh, by the way, her 10-year-old sister was having sex with Kendra’s mother in the other room, Kendra’s mood softened.

“I really can’t judge you,” she mumbled to Jackie. “I mean, I have sex with my mother on a regular basis.” Jackie brightened. “I can, however, judge my mother.”

And she stalked toward the bedroom door again. She expected it to be locked, so she shook the doorknob violently as she turned and, surprised, pushed her way through.

Startled, Jess looked up at the doorway. She was on Melinda’s bed, naked, perched atop Melinda’s face as Melinda obviously had been eating the little girl out. For her part, Melinda wasn’t particularly surprised that the girls had walked in on them — she wasn’t trying very hard to hide what was going on. Why should she?

“Hi, Jackie,” Jess said resignedly, her tone like she was being called in to the house from playing with her friends. She scooted down Melinda’s body and rolled off her, springing up to sit on the bed. Melinda dragged herself upright, too.

“So it turns out,” Melinda began, her voice squeaking both from nervousness at her daughter’s reaction and from feeling contentedly spent, “that our Jackie and her sister have been ‘practicing.'”

“So I hear,” Kendra said, arms crossed, foot actually tapping impatiently.

“She’s an absolute doll,” Melinda said, smiling at her little girl lover, who smiled back.

“That’s swell, mom,” Kendra said, with her teeth almost clenched. “Do you know how WRONG this is? You’re molesting a little girl!”

“Do YOU know how wrong ALL this is?” Melinda shot back. “I’ve had sex with both of you. You have sex with each other. Ten or fourteen, you’re ALL underage. We’re not really on moral high ground here. YOU’RE not really on moral high ground here.”

Kendra balled her fists and literally shook with anger. Melinda sprung up and confronted her.

“What’s right and wrong isn’t what feels good to YOU. I don’t know WHAT it is anymore. I know I love you —” at this, Kendra did not soften, but she did break eye contact, after trying to stare down her mother — “and I know I have the biggest crush on you too, Jacqueline, and it feels like love, and I know that you feel it, too.”

Jackie’s face lit up in that brilliant, whole-face smile of hers, and Melinda’s knees went weak.

Melinda put a hand on Kendra’s hip, and her arm around her shoulder, and turned her toward the bed and toward the little girl sitting on it.

“And what I know about that little girl, is that she is a wonderful, enthusiastic, talented lover, and that I love playing with her in my bed. You can be upset at that” — here, Melinda stroked her daughter’s ass cheek underneath her t-shirt — “or you can find out for yourself why.”

By now Kendra had relented, though not enough to take up her mother’s suggestion. “I love you, mom, and I love Jackie, she’s my best friend, and I love having sex with both of you. But the thought of molesting a little girl…”

Jackie moved to the bed and sat next to Jess. She leaned in and kissed her, their lips and tongues grasping for each other, and Jackie pulled away and said, “Mmmm, you taste like Mrs. Moore.”

Jess giggled, and her sister giggled with her. Jess’s little hands groped at Jackie’s t-shirt, and Jackie helped her lift it over her head, and off. Jess scooted close and leaned in and sucked her sister’s left breast, making her squirm and stroke Jess’s hair. Jackie grasped and kneaded her sister’s rear end, and she lay down on her back, bringing her sister down with her so she was atop her. She helped Jess hump her leg as she continued to suck the nipple, little “mmphs” escaping from her with each thrust on Jackie’s leg.

Jackie brought her sister up so they were face to face and kissed her, lovingly, lavishly, and now Jess’s pussy was on Jackie’s belly. With one hand Jackie reached underneath and began stroking Jess’s hairless, slippery slit, making her gasp more.

Melinda had moved behind her daughter and encircled her in her arms, nuzzling her neck as the two of them watched the teenager and her ten-year-old sister writhe together naked on the bed. Kendra felt flushed. She was enormously turned on, watching her lover have sex with her little sister. Sensing this, Melinda led Kendra to the bed and had her lie down on her back, next to Jackie and Jess.

As she did, Jess’s gasps and moans became louder and more staccato, and she came on her sister’s finger, her little body taut like a wire, then collapsing like her strings had been cut, to loving kisses from Jackie.

Melinda caught Jackie’s eye then said to Kendra, “Baby, Mommy wants you to feel EVERYTHING. Mommy’s gonna make you come so hard.”

She kissed her daughter, their tongues fencing, and Jackie, beckoned, scooted over and began lavishing attention on Kendra’s right breast, and rubbing and tweaking her other nipple with her hand. Kendra’s breathing was already ragged through her nose, and she whimpered into her mother’s mouth.

Melinda stroked her daughter’s thigh, then her slit, causing Kendra to start. She began to rub lazy circles around her daughter’s pussy and clit, as Jackie continued to make out with her boob, then lick and suck upwards to Kendra’s neck, making her shudder.

As if on cue, Jess maneuvered in between Kendra’s legs.

“Lift up your legs,” came her tiny voice, and Kendra did, and somehow, Kendra couldn’t see how, the little girl stuck her face underneath Kendra and began tonguing her anus, even as Melinda continued to massage her pussy and clit.

Kendra’s eyes shot open, and with a wicked smile Jackie roughly kissed her, as Melinda , never breaking stride on her daughter’s pussy, moved down to help hold up her legs to give Jess better access.

Her mother massaging her cunt, her teenage lover palming her breasts and sticking her tongue down her throat, and a little ten-year-old girl tonguing her ass, all were too much for Kendra to remain sensible. Everything went white and she shook, and a powerful come cascaded through and out her, and she shrieked into Jackie’s mouth, eyes wide, body strung and buffeted by the orgasmic sensation. She momentarily blacked out.

When she awoke, Jess was staring down at her with concern. “Are you ok?” she asked.

Kendra smiled, grabbed the girl, tumbled over so she was on top of her, and kissed her frantically. She hugged Jess tight and said she loved her. “Where did you learn that?” she breathed.

Jess smiled. “From your mom,” she said, matter of factly. “She really likes it, too.”

Melinda and Jackie were snuggled together, touching and kissing lightly, and Kendra felt that it was all… right, it wasn’t wrong like her mom said, and she wanted to fuck her mother and make love to her girlfriend and devour this little girl all night and all weekend long.

The End

By Chrestomathist

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2008 }

Jackie held her 10-year-old sister Jess’s little body close and kissed her tenderly, barely any tongue, one hand behind her head and one caressing her nakedness, now cupping her tiny ass, now encircling her and cuddling her closer.

Jess’s eyes were closed and mouth open as if transfixed. Her own hands and arms fell languidly at her side, and as she let her 14-year-old naked sister kiss and caress her, she tried to decide if it felt good or if it was wrong and if… it shouldn’t feel as good as it did.

The conversation had gone something like this:

“I want to practice something on you,” said Jackie.

“Practice what?” asked Jess.

“Do you love me?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you, too.”

“Ok…”

“You know Kendra?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, well, she and I are… doing stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Sexy stuff.”

“You’re both girls!”

“But I love Kendra, and she loves me.”

“Eww.”

“Jessica! Girls can love each other. You just said you love me.”

“That’s different.”

“I don’t think it is. Can you keep a secret?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m serious, you can’t tell ANYBODY this.”

“Ok.”

“Kendra and her mom do sexy stuff, too.”

“Eww!”

“It’s ok! Just when you do sexy stuff with someone in your family, you… can’t talk about it. To ANYONE.”

“How come you know?”

“I just do. Kendra and I love each other and she told me.”

“Why did you tell me?”

“Because I want to practice something with you.”

“Sexy stuff?”

“Would that be ok?”

“You mean kissing?”

“Well… some kissing, yeah.”

“What else?”

“I want to touch and kiss you… down there.”

“Kiss me down there?”

“Yes!”

“Is that part of sexy stuff?”

“A BIG part.”

“Nobody’s sposed to touch me down there.”

“That’s strangers, silly. You’re just helping me practice.”

“Do you want me to do it to you?”

“You don’t have to. But you can if you want to.”

“I don’t know if I want to.”

“You don’t have to decide now. Can I practice with you?”

“What do I do?”

“First of all, we have to be REALLY QUIET.”

And from there, Jess had taken off her PJs, and Jackie had taken off her clothes, and they’d gotten under the covers of Jackie’s bed together, and since Jess knew that kissing was part of sexy stuff, Jackie thought she would start there. She could always use some practice kissing, too. So she held her sister’s tiny naked body close to her and kissed her, not ravenously, nothing that would scare her, just nice, loving, but ‘sexy stuff’ kisses.

“You can kiss back if you want, Jess.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Just do what I do.”

So Jess did, sliding her lips and smooching and nipping her lips over her sister’s, and soon, tongues just barely, tentatively came together, and after many minutes, Jess’s arms went around her sister, and Jackie knew she was doing it right, making Jess respond. She felt a thrill that made her more adventurous.

Breaking the kiss briefly, she told her sister to touch her boobs, and her own fingers brushed Jess’s right nipple. Jess inhaled sharply through her nose, then sighed, and cupped and caressed Jackie’s small round left breast. Jess began to wriggle in her sister’s embrace, and Jackie reached behind her and kneaded her little rear end, making her wriggle more.

“Is this what you and Kendra do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What else do you do?”

A fair question, thought Jackie, and one that deserved an honest answer. Instinctively, she turned over on her back and brought her little sister up on top of her, maneuvering her so her cunny was on her leg. She kissed her more passionately, then, and the wriggling little girl responded, humping her big sister’s leg, her tiny hairless pussy leaving a moist trail on her thigh. Jess was breathing raggedly, now, and Jackie shushed her and grabbed her rear end and helped her fuck her leg.

“We make each other feel good down there.”

“Like… this…?”

“Sometimes.”

Jackie wiped Jess’s brow. Her mousy, straight hair was back in a ponytail, and her sister’s caresses had some stray strands sticking out. Her eyes were slits, and Jackie looked at her adorable face, this little girl she had barely paid attention to since becoming a teenager, and she wanted to see her face when she came for the first time. She felt powerful and… expert, with this little girl in her arms.

She sat up, and as she did so Jess slid off her leg and whimpered, but Jackie shushed her again and beckoned her sister into her lap. Jess settled in and the two naked sisters kissed again, and now Jackie’s fingers played over her sister’s pussy, this little, tight, slick thing, and she began to frig her. Jess mmph’ed and mmph’ed into her sister’s mouth as she climbed toward orgasm.

Suddenly Jess yanked her face away from her sister’s and shrieked, thankfully in a raspy whisper/whimper, “Jackie! Stop! Stop, please!”

Jackie hesitated briefly but knew instinctively it was just her sister’s fear of her first welling orgasm, fear of the unknown powerful sensation. With her free hand, she smoothed her sister’s face lovingly and told her it was ok, this was gonna feel REALLY good, just let yourself feel it, it’s ok, I would never hurt you, Jess…

And the 10-year-old’s eyes were wide and her mouth in an ‘o’ and she felt like her body was being swept by a huge wave in the ocean, and she locked eyes with her sister and Jackie reassured her with a look, and so Jess let go and squeezed her eyes shut and growled. Jackie shushed her and clamped her lips over her sister’s as Jess came, and she came so hard and for so long.

“Oh, baby… oh, sweetie… Jess, you’re so beautiful…”

“Is that… what you and… Kendra do?”

“Yes. We do that lots.”

“I wanna do more!”

“I’m so glad, sweetheart.”

And they kissed again, Jess more hungrily, equating kissing with the beginning of orgasm and wanting to get back there. This time, Jackie pulled away with a smack and held up a finger to her sister’s lips. “Remember how I wanted to practice kissing you down there?” she asked.

Jess nodded and giggled, and Jackie rolled her over so she was on her back and had her spread her skinny, pre-teen legs wide, and Jackie grabbed Jess’s rear end and began licking and manipulating her sister’s pussy with her tongue. Jess was whispering “Oh, gosh! Oh, gosh!” over and over, till another orgasm built and Jess grabbed a pillow and held it over her face and growled again, legs kicking and Jackie had to hold them down as she licked and licked.

Now Jess seemed deflated with sheer exhaustion, but glowing, and Jackie sidled up to her and smiled at her lovingly, and thanked her, and said, “Have you decided if you want to do it to me?”

And Jess said she wanted to do it to her with her hand first, and Jackie said that was fine, because she understood that it seemed strange and scary, putting your face on someone else’s cunny.

Jess grabbed her sister behind her head and pulled her into a kiss, and her hand strayed down toward her sister’s pussy, and she stopped suddenly and looked at Jackie almost frightened, and Jackie was concerned then realized what it was.

“You’re tasting your own pussy juice on my face.”

Jess said, “Eww!” but smiled broadly, and they kissed some more and Jess’s hand massaged her sister’s cunt.

Jackie thought that her sister needed a lot of practice herself, but after bringing her 10-year-old little sister to her first two orgasms she didn’t need an expert, and she let go the way she’d told Jess to and soon enough she was flooded by her own orgasm.

Jess watched her sister’s face in wonder and even shushed Jackie when she moaned too loudly. When she was done, they kissed again and Jess nuzzled the top of her head between Jackie’s head and shoulder, and they lay there recovering.

Jackie practiced more that night and Jess even worked up the courage to put her face, lips, and tongue on Jackie’s pussy, but they were both learning together and they decided what they enjoyed most was Jackie laying on her back and holding Jess to her as they wriggled their pussies together. As their pleasure mounted, they would reach in and play over each other’s pussies with their hands, sliding apart so they were side by side and bringing each other off. They did that twice.

By 1:00 in the morning, Jess was asleep, naked in her sister’s arms, and although Jackie was too wired to sleep, she felt great about her practice.

* * *

That very evening, Melinda and Kendra were also naked in each other’s arms, recovering from making each other come multiple times, and mother stroked her daughter’s hair lovingly and said, “I’m a little worried.”

“What are you worried about, Mom?”

“This isn’t a healthy, normal relationship.”

“You don’t KNOW that. Are we the only mother and daughter ever to have sex? Doubtful.”

“Honey, it’s NOT normal.”

“So what if it isn’t? I don’t care, and I don’t see why you do.”

“Honey, I care because, first of all, we could get in a lot of trouble. I could get in a lot of trouble.”

“I’m not gonna tell anyone, and neither is Jackie.”

“Still. I’m worried.”

“Mom…”

“You and Jackie are the same age! At one time, society would have looked at you and been disgusted, but now the fact that you’re two young lovers won’t hardly faze anybody. But they’d sure be fazed if they knew about us. Or me and Jackie.”

“Mom… this is stupid. I like having sex with you. So does Jackie. If you can’t handle that, then fine, but don’t say you’re worried about me. I’m not the one with a problem.”

And Kendra had stalked off to her own bedroom with that, leaving her mother regretting ever saying a word, and worried — on top of everything else — that she might have lost her daughter’s trust. And affection. Damn it, she was worried that her daughter wouldn’t have sex with her anymore!

What kind of person did that make her? She wondered.

* * *

It turned out that Kendra was, as her mother knew, simply a girl who wore her heart on her sleeve, and their new relationship didn’t change that much during the next week. They still cuddled and stroked and kissed one another on the couch in front of the TV. They still had sex, once in Melinda’s bed, and once, for the first time, in Kendra’s, the sheer teenager-i-ness of their surroundings making Melinda even hotter for her partner.

Kendra told Jackie she wanted to spend Friday night at Jackie’s house. This struck Jackie as strange, since at Kendra’s they could have all the athletic, noisy sex they wanted, while at Jackie’s they would have to be discreet. Maybe Kendra liked that idea. Jackie was also troubled because, unlike Kendra, she didn’t get to spend any time with Melinda during the week. But she arranged it with her parents, and the school week dragged, as it had the previous week for Jackie.

Jackie and Jess didn’t do anything else during the week. The freedom to stay awake on a Saturday night wasn’t there during a school week, and also Jackie was a little conflicted over what she and Jess had done. She couldn’t wait to show Kendra the results of her practice on her sister, but she didn’t mention what had happened, and didn’t intend to. Certainly Kendra couldn’t condemn her for having incestuous sex, but with a 10-year-old? Fortunately, Jess seemed unaffected by Saturday night’s events, and wasn’t talking about it.

Thursday brought a flurry of activity to Jackie’s house, and she soon learned why. Her aunt had had her baby, a couple of weeks early, and her mom was going to drive the four hours to her house on Friday night to see her new niece and help out. Her dad was going because Aunt Rhianna was a single mom and her mom volunteered her dad to help baby-proof the house and do some handyman-like chores and repairs over the weekend. The plan was to take the girls, but Jackie could stay overnight at Kendra’s if Kendra’s mom didn’t mind.

Kendra’s mom didn’t mind.

As for Jess, she became belligerent and insisted she didn’t want to go. She argued that she could stay with Jackie at Kendra’s, which seemed like too much of an imposition to their mother, and the answer was no. After having arranged for herself to stay the weekend at Kendra’s, Jackie called Kendra back to let her know what was going on.

“Bring her too,” Kendra said, simply and directly, like Kendra.

“Are you out of your mind?” Jackie whispered into the phone, even though she was in no danger of being overheard. “How are we supposed to… you know… ”

“I think we’ll be able to you-know,” Kendra said. “My mom can watch Jess.”

This seemed strange to Jackie, who wanted to spend time with Melinda as well as Kendra, but after all, Jess wouldn’t be awake all night, and she thrilled to the idea that Kendra wanted to spend time with just her, without her mom. Her sexual desire for Kendra’s mother was unabated, but she loved Kendra, loved her desperately, and given a choice between the two of them, it would be Kendra every time. She told Kendra to ask her mom, and if she said ok, she’d put her mother on the phone with Melinda to confirm.

Melinda was deflated by Kendra’s suggestion that Jess spend the weekend, too, because she knew full well it wasn’t because Kendra was volunteering to watch the younger girl, it was because she wanted her, Melinda, to do it, and thereby leave Kendra and Jackie alone. But she wasn’t surprised, after their conversation Saturday night, and she also couldn’t see a way to plausibly say no, I don’t want your 10-year-old, only your delectable 14-year-old whom I’m sleeping with on weekends, and so she agreed. A conversation between Melinda and Mrs. Allen confirmed the plans, and Jess got her wish.

Read the sequel to this story

By Chrestomathist

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2008 }

That week at school, Kendra was a different person. Since Friday night, she’d made out with and felt up her best friend, and had had hours of sex with a grown woman — her own mother. High school seemed small and unimportant. She found herself sizing up girls, measuring their potential as lovers, or at least sex objects, particularly girls in classes above hers. She even flirted a little with a couple seniors, and left the experience flushed and thrilled at her newfound self confidence.

At home, there was a new hum to her relationship with her mother. They didn’t spend every waking moment they were alone together having sex. But they didn’t watch TV one on the La-Z-Boy and one on the couch anymore, now they snuggled together on the couch, and sometimes kissed like lovers in the back of a movie theater, and sometimes stroked and caressed one another, absently, or with purpose, and with the TV forgotten. Teaming up to prepare dinner or clean up the kitchen afterward, or fold and put away laundry, they would stop what they were doing, lock eyes, and kiss and feel one another. And not every night, but a couple nights that week, they had abbreviated (compared to the weekend) sessions in Melinda’s bed, and slept together, naked and entwined.

Privately, Kendra thought of her mom as Melinda, her 35-year-old lover. It was hot and exciting because of the age difference; the fact she was her mother was important mostly because of the access it gave them to one another.

As their new relationship grew, Melinda took a different approach, begging Kendra to call her Mom or Mommy when she talked dirty to her, and when she came. Kendra complied with gusto, murmuring “Oooh, Mommy, your pussy feels sooo wet,” into her mouth as they kissed and frigged each other, crying “MOM… oh God, Mommy…” as Melinda ate her out. Melinda called her child ‘Baby’ during sex.

Once, Kendra almost lured her mother into staying home from work, and keeping her home from school, promising to love her constantly till dinnertime if they would stay naked in bed together all day. It didn’t quite work — though they were both late, Melinda having to drop Kendra off at school. As it happened, it was a change of heart by Kendra that finally got them out of bed and going for the day, Kendra not wanting to give up time with Jackie at school.

Jackie remained, publicly, just her friend while at school, but naturally she’d shared with her what had happened, and Jackie’s reaction had been priceless — shock, concern, then excitement all playing over her face in seconds. Kendra was sure her mother would have sex with Jackie, too, if Jackie wanted. She was sure because she’d gotten her mother to say so while Kendra frigged her to an orgasm Sunday morning. Jackie was nervous and anxious but undeniably looking forward to the opportunity.

And while they took care to appear just friends, still, they also didn’t pass up opportunities to enjoy one another when they were alone. An urgent, furtive make out session in the girls’ room when a third girl walked out, much like Kendra’s and Melanie’s in the laundry room. Surreptitiously stroking each other’s pussies through their jeans on the school bus. As many quick ass squeezes as they could manage. They were young lovers, who had adored one another before they’d so much as thought of one another in a sexual way, and the new dimension to their relationship just reinforced their public friendship.

Part of Kendra was jealous that her mother was attracted to Jackie, but another part of her saw stars at the idea of her mom and Jackie having sex, and being able to watch and ultimately participate. So she let the jealousy simmer on the back burner and made arrangements for Jackie to stay overnight at her house the upcoming Friday night. For her part, Jackie thought the idea of Mrs. Moore wanting her was just too surreal. Despite that they’d kissed, deeply, illicitly, her own self confidence level wouldn’t let her accept that she was really an object of desire for such a lovely, older woman, her best friend’s — her girlfriend’s — mother.

Kendra was giddy with anticipation when she answered the door Friday after dinner. It was Jackie, but also her father. “Hi there, Kendra,” he said, and Kendra looked at him blankly. “Uh… is your mom around?”

Kendra shook herself into the present. “Uh, sure. Mom!” With a look back at her dad and a wave goodbye, Jackie followed Kendra in the house.

Melinda, who was herself giddy with anticipation, greeted Mr. Allen brightly, but stood in the doorway and didn’t invite him in.

“Uh, we don’t want to impose,” he said, “but my wife and I are taking our daughter to her cousin’s birthday party tomorrow at 2:00. We wanted Jackie to go, but she made it very clear she wasn’t interested.”

He smiled, and so did Melanie, probably for a different reason. “Can Jackie stay here till dinnertime tomorrow? If not, that’s ok, we’ll pick her up and she’ll go to her cousin’s…”

“No, that’s fine!” Melinda said, probably with more enthusiasm than Mr. Allen expected. “She can stay as long as she wants. I’ll make sure she’s ready to go around 6 tomorrow.”

“That would be great,” Mr. Allen said. “Thanks.”

Melinda nodded and waved and shut the door, leaving Mr. Allen on the doorstep.

Melinda wondered what the protocol was in this situation. She assumed the girls were upstairs in Kendra’s room, and there she was downstairs… did she go knock on the door and say, “You guys want to have sex now?” She didn’t think so. She absently shuffled into the living room, and there she found her daughter and Jackie, sitting on the couch, perfect posture, hands in their laps, waiting for her, with body language and expressions that said they didn’t know what the protocol was, either. Melanie smiled broadly.

“Well. We’re all here!” she said, nervously. She noted that Jackie, her dream girl, puppy-love crush, was bright red, and obviously nervous. Melinda thought that was absolutely precious, but wanted to put her at ease.

“Jackie, darling,” she began. “I don’t want you to feel pressured or do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you’d like,” and she looked at Kendra to enlist her support in this idea, “why don’t you and Kendra go up to her room and… spend some time together. Then you two can let me know when you’d like to.. all do something together.”

Jackie looked at Kendra, who was smiling at her, and then back at Melinda.

“That would be great,” she said, voice cracking a little. She cleared her throat. “But it would also be great if we could all do something together right away.”

Jackie wanted Kendra, and was excited to be able to spend time alone with her after all the stolen moments in school this week, but her lust for Melinda was deepening with each passing moment of being in her presence.

Melinda smiled and beckoned Jackie, Jackie rose and walked into Melinda’s (for the moment) platonic embrace.

“You’re adorable,” Melinda murmured, winking at Kendra. “This is all new to us, too.”

She disengaged their hug and looked at Jackie at arm’s length, hands on the girl’s shoulders. “I think you’re right — we should all start out together. What do you think, sweetheart?” she asked Kendra.

Sweet, darling Kendra, so bright and clever and direct: “I think I want to see you two do it.”

Jackie reddened further; Melinda curled her toes and felt a warmth between her legs. It was settled! Melanie took Jackie’s hand and, beckoning Kendra to follow, led her upstairs.

The three were in Melinda’s bedroom, and Kendra, with a wide smile, hoisted herself up on her mom’s dresser to watch.

Jackie’s ears were still beet red, and Melinda, seeing this, drew her close and kissed them each, tenderly. Then her forehead, followed by a stroke of her 14-year-old lover’s cheek. Jackie was smiling now, still nervous, but relaxing. And horny. So she lurched forward and kissed Melinda on the lips, upset at herself for her spasticness, but as she and Melinda kissed, each mmf’ing and cooing, she lost herself.

Kendra watched her mother and best friend make out, and her breathing became labored. They were caressing one another now; her mother, whom Kendra knew wanted Jackie badly, was pulling Jackie’s top up, trying to get it over her head without interrupting their kissing too much. Jackie’s arms went up and the top came off; Kendra saw her mother grab Jackie’s sides and plunge her face into the girl’s shoulder and neck, kissing and slurping and nibbling; Jackie’s arms were still up and she shuddered and moaned and said a plaintive “ooooh.” Kendra’s legs were writhing of their own accord; she put her hand down her pants and began to rub her pussy.

Her mother was taking her own clothes off now, and Jackie was fumbling with her jeans. Kendra paused her masturbation, licked her lips and murmured encouragement. Her mother didn’t need any. Once Jackie was naked, Melinda picked her up and swooped her down on the bed, and scrambled up on top of her, looking down on the pretty face she’d fantasized so much about.

Jackie looked a little scared; Melinda’s lust was only heightened, and she cupped the girl’s face and began kissing her, a little roughly, slurping and sucking and leaving a sheen of her saliva around the girl’s lips. Jackie gamely kept up, kissing Melinda back, absently stroking up and down Melinda’s sides.

Melinda settled her pussy over the girl’s, and Jackie’s eyes widened further. Melinda began to swirl around sensually, rubbing their crotches together. Jackie arched her neck and breathed, “oooohh, Mrs. Moore…” And Melinda heard that name and growled with forbidden pleasure, and kissed and licked the girl’s neck, and moved her hands to the girl’s flat little chest and palmed her pubescent breasts, just nipples, really, and the new sensation made Jackie suck her breath in through her teeth.

Behind them, Kendra emitted several sharp gasps and came, there on her mother’s dresser; shaking, she dismounted and began removing her own clothes. Jackie saw her friend stripping and her mind was filled with the lascivious thought of having sex with a mother and a daughter at the same time… her eyes rolled back in her head and she humped up at Melinda as her orgasm mounted.

“Go down on her, Mom,” Kendra said, somewhere out of sight, and Melinda worked her way down and Jackie whimpered at losing the friction on her cunt. But then she boomed an “Oh!” as Melinda’s mouth met her pussy. The older woman French kissed her slit, then stiffly rubbed her clit with her tongue, and Jackie felt like she was vibrating like a guitar string; a finger in her hole combined with Melinda’s mouth on her clit made Jackie come in torrents, nearly blacking her out with its force.

A body was beside her as she came to her senses, she kissed it when it kissed her, and she was a little surprised to find it was Kendra, not Melinda. Melinda was regaining her own composure at the end of the bed. Jackie kissed Kendra; the two of them both having just come, the kisses were slow, soft, languid. The kisses of contented lovers, who knew more was to come. They’d made out before, even felt each other up, but never naked, and never post-orgasm, and Jackie sighed with dreamy pleasure.

Melinda was anxious for release herself. She stroked Jackie’s shin and got her attention. “That was wonderful, sweetheart,” she said in a gravelly voice, and Jackie nodded vigorously in agreement. She didn’t think she could speak yet. Kendra saw her mom twitching, a bundle of energy needing release, and realizing Jackie probably wasn’t up to the task, arose from Jackie’s side and clambered on hands and knees over to her mother, and kissed her; Melinda sighed gratefully.

Mother and daughter kissed and caressed and panted, then Kendra maneuvered her mother onto her back, next to Jackie, and straddled her, mouthing her tits one after the other and stroking her mother’s pussy with her hand, underneath her. Each stroke was an electric shock for Melinda, and finally her daughter slid down her body and, smoothing her way up her thighs, planted her face between her mother’s legs. Melinda cried out for her baby, and Kendra lapped at her mother’s pussy.

Kendra knew her vocal cues, and cooed about her mother’s delicious pussy, and feigned concern: “Should a little girl do this to her mommy? Ohhh, is this bad? Am I bad, Mommy?”

Jackie watched in wonder, and looked at Melinda’s face, contorted, straining with a huge oncoming orgasm. Melinda’s legs gripped her daughter’s head and with her hand she pushed her face harder into her cunt, crying out for her baby, her little girl. Kendra continued her dirty talk, albeit more muffled.

Jackie had to be a part of this exhilarating spectacle. Tentatively, she moved her face down to Melinda’s right breast and mouthed it, like Kendra had, and Melinda’s eyes shot open, and she cried out again. Jackie used her hand on Melinda’s other breast, and teased, rubbed and sucked her 35 year old lover’s nipples, while her daughter ate her out. Melinda shook and screamed as an orgasm washed over her, wave after wave, two fourteen-year-old girls using their mouths to get her off harder than she’d ever come before.

They all panted and wound down. Melinda kissed Jackie lovingly, as her daughter lay her head on her belly.

When Melinda got up to use the bathroom, Jackie and Kendra slid beside one another again, kissing and caressing. Jackie tasted Melinda’s come on Kendra’s face and kissed her more urgently. Melinda came back into the room to the sight of the two fourteen year olds bringing each other to another orgasm with their hands, each with their eyes shut tight, mouths in an ‘o’, and moaning and making other unbelievably sexy guttural noises.

Melinda absently rubbed her own pussy as the girls came, first Kendra, then, minutes later, Jackie, thrashing and whimpering under her friend’s hand, Kendra’s lips locked onto hers; they both came so beautifully, it was the sexiest thing Melanie had ever seen in her life.

* * *

The three spent more time in bed, and also watching a movie, eating pizza, and talking and laughing, and enjoying one another. Kendra was the sexual instigator of the group. Jackie, on the couch with Kendra, would be listening to something Melinda was telling her from the La-Z-Boy, say, and Kendra would start fondling and caressing her friend until she had her attention, and tongue in her mouth, and hands on her boobs.

Melinda was at the kitchen sink rinsing off some dishes after their (very late) Friday pizza, and her daughter came up behind her and encircled her in her arms, nuzzling and kissing her neck, hands roaming over her belly and her tits, till Melinda forced herself around and ravaged her daughter back with her mouth and hands. Kendra was in nothing but a robe and her mother dropped to her knees and went down on her, right there in the kitchen, sink water still running. Kendra sucked her breath in raggedly and pushed her mother’s face into her cunt with such force, and Melinda loved it, and her.

When Kendra wasn’t instigating sex, Melanie was. Once when Kendra went to the bathroom, Melinda was overcome with affection for her new fourteen-year-old lover, Jackie. She got up, walked over to Jackie on the couch, Jackie’s eyes wide, and picked her up like a groom preparing to carry a bride over the threshold. Melinda cradled Jackie in her arms and kissed the girl, and Jackie’s guttural moans made Melinda devour her lips and tongue.

Kendra came back in the room and let out a whoop, and Melinda spun around, still kissing Jackie passionately, dancing like a delighted new lover. They fell onto the couch together and brought each other off with their hands, Jackie still cradled in her lover’s arms; Jackie was surprised, and excited, to see that Kendra had wiggled her ring finger into her mother’s anus, making her come even harder.

Jackie did not instigate. And she felt a little self-conscious about that. Kendra and her mother seemed so free and self-confident. Jackie continually worried whether she was measuring up as a lover. Mother and daughter had a week’s head start on her when it came to lesbian sex, and seemed so in tune with one another. Jackie loved what they were doing so much she thought she might melt, and fretted that Kendra and Mrs. Moore didn’t feel the same way about her.

She felt differently about each of her lovers: Kendra was a colt, this energetic, young, passionate thing, who would overwhelm Jackie’s senses. Mrs. Moore, who, make no mistake, could also be energetic, was more sensual. She seemed to smolder as Jackie looked at her. Her heart beat faster when she thought about making love with Kendra; her mouth started to water when she thought about making love with Mrs. Moore.

And her shyness and reluctance showed itself in one conspicuous way. Both Mrs. Moore and Kendra had gone down on her; they had gone down on each other; but Jackie had had real trouble taking that step. Once, Saturday morning, Mrs. Moore beckoned Jackie to use her tongue on her pussy. Jackie had hesitated, heart racing, eyes wide, and Mrs. Moore, so loving and protective and sweet, had seemed to understand, and had cradled Jackie in an affectionate embrace and had them use their hands on each other instead.

Once, during a particularly athletic session with Kendra, they had wound up in what Jackie knew was called a 69, Jackie on the bottom, Kendra above her, her irrepressible tongue eating her friend out, while Jackie gripped Kendra’s ass for dear life and tentatively poked a tongue at her cunt, terrified she would do it wrong. Finally Kendra had begged her to use her fingers, so she had.

Neither Kendra nor her mother seemed disappointed or critical. To the contrary, as the end of their first night and day as lovers approached and they were all cleaned up and waiting for Jackie’s father to come pick her up, Mrs. Moore had said she couldn’t help herself, Jackie was irresistible, and had sloppily made out with her on the couch.

“Don’t touch me there,” she had whispered. “I don’t want to make you come right before you go home, so I don’t want you to make me come. Just kiss me.”

She did, and was hopelessly in love with this giving, loving, gorgeous woman. When the doorbell rang and Jackie kissed Mrs. Moore goodbye, Kendra followed her from the living room, palming her ass, pinching her sides to tickle her, and stopping her just before they could be seen from the door and kissing her deeply and telling her she loved her.

Jackie loved Kendra, too, and spent Saturday night awed at the idea she was loved by, and a lover to, such a wonderful girl, and her mother… and she was alternately thrilled and anxious at the incestuous aspect of it all. She’d been conflicted since Kendra had excitedly told her she had had sex with her own mother. She felt an undeniable rush at the idea, but a nagging doubt. She had assumed that doubt was her conscience, troubling her with what was ‘wrong’ about incest. After their 22 hours as lovers and sex partners, she realized the doubt wasn’t about the morality (or legality) of incest, but rather her entitlement to be part of that relationship with Kendra and her mother. She worried that she was a ‘third wheel’, that Kendra and her mother had a special relationship and bond they could never have with Jackie, and she wondered if she was intruding.

Imagining what Kendra and her mother were doing right then, at about 10pm on Saturday, both excited her and egged on her doubt. Most likely, still flush with the excitement of new sex and love, they were pleasuring each other as they had when Jackie was there. So, they could do it whether Jackie was there or not. Jackie wasn’t really necessary.

She started to panic and wonder if she would soon no longer be welcome to share in their love. Or that they would just leave her behind as their skill and knowledge of each other’s bodies and hearts grew. She was so proud to be loved by Kendra, and so happy to be Mrs. Moore’s lover and plaything, and alone on Saturday night, she felt both slipping away.

She fought her doubt with determination. Next weekend, or next time they were all together, or even just her and Kendra, she would be a more confident, adept lover. Nothing, least of all a neophyte’s skill level, would keep her from pleasuring her new lovers as much as, and in the ways that, they deserved.

She realized what her obvious course was. Her heart mashed in her chest. Could she really?

Breathing hard, she crept from her room across the hall. Downstairs a TV was on, and her parents were undoubtedly sitting in front of it.

She opened the door across the hall.

“Jess?” she whispered.

Her ten-year-old sister stirred. She was in bed — 9:30 bedtime on weekends — but obviously hadn’t been asleep. She sat up and squinted into the light doorway in the middle of her dark room, and her sister’s silhouette.

“Jess. I need your help.”

“With what?” her sister said.

“I need you to help me practice something.”

“What?”

“Come to my room and I’ll show you.”

Read the sequel to this story

By Chrestomathist

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2008 }

Melinda’s heart was in her throat, and she could feel her palms getting clammy.

Her fourteen-year-old daughter Kendra was upstairs getting changed and packed to spend the night at her friend Jackie’s house. Jackie, also fourteen, was sitting on the couch next to Melinda, waiting. Jackie’s father was on his way to pick the girls up. The moment had an urgency to it, at least to Melinda. Melinda had developed a puppylove crush on Jackie, and had imagined being alone with her many times. Now they were on the couch together, moments slipping away until either Kendra came bounding downstairs with her backpack and pillow, or Jackie’s father knocked on the door.

Melinda was straight (as far as she knew), five years a widow, a devoted single mom to Kendra, and had fallen for Jackie as hard as she had for her first boyfriend when she herself was fourteen, twenty one years ago. Her crush on Jackie had developed so slowly, so subtly that she barely even fought it. It started out as simple admiration, simply liking her daughter’s friend — she was funny, warm, intelligent, a good, reliable friend, ally an co-conspirator to Kendra — and being happy she seemed so normal. Over weeks, months, Jackie started to seep into her daydreams. Then her fantasies, when she was getting herself off at night. The first time that had happened had been startling, she would admit, but then it came naturally. At first she would just picture Jackie’s pretty oval face, which defaulted to such a serene expression but which burst into the brightest smile sometimes. She would imagine that heartbreaking smile as her orgasm peaked and it would feed its intensity.

Eventually she started really fantasizing about the girl — they would be naked together, Jackie atop her, they would be grinding their crotches together and making out sloppily. She came with such force she would collapse, spent, imagining an also spent Jackie cuddling with and cooing at her.

Melinda had never maneuvered to get Jackie alone, because she never imagined acting on her fantasies. She lived a ten minute drive away, with her parents and little sister. She was fourteen! What were they going to do, go out on a date, Melinda hoping to get lucky? That was part of what brought an urgency to the moment, there on the couch, Kendra and her belongings thumping around upstairs.

“So how are you?” Melinda asked clumsily, reaching out almost unconsciously and stroking Jackie’s arm. Jackie smiled That Smile, but with slightly raised eyebrows, a little surprised.

“I’m fine, Mrs. Moore,” she said, her smile transforming into a conspiratorial smirk. “You look great. Are you still going to the gym?”

Melinda’s heart thumped. She looked great! Jackie knew she went to the gym! She hadn’t realized how much emotionally she had riding on Jackie’s response to her little arm-stroking outburst until she didn’t shrug like a teenager and mumble something and get up and go upstairs to join her friend. “You’re sweet,” she squeaked, and she did the arm stroke again. “Twice a week,” she said.

“I can really tell,” Jackie said, earnestly, Melinda thought. Jackie’s eyes went wide. “Not that you looked bad before!” Melinda thought she might melt.

“Oh, honey,” she said, this time laying her hand on the girl’s thigh. “I know what you meant. You really are sweet.” Stupidly — she felt — Melinda patted Jackie’s knee, then gave her thigh a stroke before withdrawing. She tried to keep herself from wincing. Don’t ruin this! she urged herself. She felt like she was the fourteen year old. Jackie smiled again, and an awkward silence began to bloom.

Panicking, Melinda bolted up from the couch. “Do you want to go see what’s taking Kendra so long?” Melinda could feel her face flush. What was THAT all about? She was trying to make Jackie go upstairs? And what was this “taking so long?” Kendra wasn’t taking long! God, Jackie was going to think she was on drugs or something.

To her surprise and delight, Jackie bobbed up next to her. “That’s ok, I don’t mind waiting here with you,” she said. Did Melinda hear a quaver in the girl’s voice? They were standing face to face, Melinda half a head taller, and Jackie’s eyes locked on hers.

Melinda’s senses were overwhelmed, she heard static, felt red as a beet, without thinking she shakily reached around her puppylove’s shoulder and back and hugged her, saying in a near whisper, “I’m really glad you’re Kendra’s friend.” The next milliseconds felt like eons, but then Jackie circled her arms around Melinda’s back, and returned the embrace! Her silky, raven black head moved into the crook between Melinda’s chin and shoulder.

“Me, too,” Jackie croaked, and Melinda thought she might die of delight. She squeezed Jackie, Jackie squeezed back. Melinda felt malleable as rubber in her dream girl’s arms. She became conscious of how hard her heart was beating, and she wondered if Jackie would notice.

Still with arms around one another, they parted so they were looking in each other’s eyes again, and Melinda thought she saw — what? — pleading in the girl’s face. Whatever it was she saw, it impelled her own face forward, till their lips just brushed. She heard Jackie’s breath catch. She moved her face forward again, and so did Jackie, and they kissed, not tentative, not face-vacuuming either, but a confident, loving kiss. The thrill of it, kissing this delicious object of her daydreams and fantasies, and a fourteen year old girl!, made Melinda shudder. Something Jackie felt made a sharp little “mmph” come out of her, and as if it were a command, or a stage direction, the whole thing seemed so unreal, Melinda’s tongue joined their lips, and then so did Jackie’s, and their mouths and tongues sensually brushed and caressed one another. Melinda squeezed Jackie tighter, and Jackie’s hands swept over Melinda’s back, and they made out, the thirty five year old single mom and the fourteen year old proto-goddess of her dreams.

“Um,” said Kendra sharply from the bottom of the stairs. A beat later, the doorbell rang. In between, Jackie yelped and removed herself from their embrace, and Melinda’s face got even redder and she smoothed the front of her clothes, which were not in need of smoothing, and she rasped, “have a good time!” because what in the world else was she supposed to say?

Jackie joined Kendra without a look back, and Kendra, dumbstruck, stared open mouthed at her mother, backpack and pillow sagging and near to being dropped, till her friend grabbed her arm and turned her around and marched her toward the back door, where Jackie’s father waited. Melinda was frozen in place; she heard the door open, heard Jackie’s dad say, “ready?” Then, “okay,” as if two teenagers had just ignored his question and stalked off to the car together. The door shut, and Melinda started breathing again.

She was so terribly conflicted, torn between rapture at kissing the girl of her dreams, when she never thought she ever would, and being mortified Kendra had caught them at it. She felt a pang for poor Jackie, who would have to explain herself to her friend. Melinda felt a stab of panic. What if she explained herself in the car where her father could hear? Or what if Kendra demanded to know why Jackie was making out with her mother… in the car where Jackie’s father could hear?

The fear of Jackie’s parents knowing what had happened tamped down any delight she felt in the encounter for most of the rest of the evening. When Kendra didn’t call for an early ride home, and Mr. or Mrs. Allen didn’t call demanding to know why she had molested their daughter, and the police didn’t show up, Melinda relaxed enough to frig herself to three orgasms before falling asleep. All were fueled by memories of her kiss, of her little love, her Jacqueline Marie Allen.

* * *

The next day, Saturday at noon, as previously arranged, Melinda drove to the Allens’ and picked up Kendra, and couldn’t decide if she was relieved or disappointed Kendra came to the car without Melinda having to go to the door. She wanted to see Jackie again, but part of her didn’t, in case she was embarrassed, or regretful.

The drive back home was silent. Kendra didn’t look like she was fuming, but she was obviously avoiding her mother’s eyes, and didn’t intend on saying a word, for which Melinda found herself grateful. They would have to confront what happened sometime, but later was just as good as sooner. Melinda dreaded the obvious, direct questions she might get from her daughter. Even though she’d had hours upon hours to work on it, she had no idea what she would say. They got home, went inside together, and Kendra lugged her backpack upstairs and disappeared, leaving her mother anxious.

The hours of the day passed slowly, each one bringing Melinda closer to when she would have to explain herself to her daughter. She would, wouldn’t she? Well, of course she would. In fact, she should go upstairs and talk to her of her own volition. But she didn’t.

Jackie and Kendra probably talked about what happened, right? Maybe Kendra was fine with it, had forgotten it already. Doubtful, and besides, the fact they probably talked about it made Melinda doubly embarrassed. What had Jackie said? That Melinda had forced herself on her? That it was a stupid mistake, never EVER to be repeated? That Melinda was a terrible kisser? Melinda imagined any number of hurtful things, things that would be stewing inside her daughter, who would think she was a freak and an inept lover at that.

It was past six before Melinda thought to order pizza, as was tradition in the Moore household on Saturday nights. Around seven she was eating and watching a Doris Day movie on cable when Kendra finally showed herself, drawn by the pizza.

They ate their slices together in silence, each watching the movie, or pretending to. Melinda was even more anxious as they avoided the subject together in the same room. But all but necessary conversation was banished for the evening, and after the movie Kendra returned to her room.

Melinda thought seriously now about going in and talking to her daughter. But she still didn’t know what to say, or what Kendra needed to hear. Around midnight she retired to her own room.

Not twenty minutes later, when Melinda was in a nightgown, under the covers and reading a book, Kendra knocked tentatively on the bedroom door. Melinda had just been losing her cares in the novel she was reading and was jolted back to reality. Panic time. “Come in,” she said as firmly as she could manage.

Instead of entering with guns blazing, as Melinda feared, her daughter seemed to creep in, head down, and she sat down in a hunch at the foot of the bed, clothed only in a men’s XXL t-shirt, her usual nightwear. Her shoulder length dirty blonde hair was tousled, and she looked like she’d just woken up. Melinda was puzzled, and asked with genuine concern, “Is everything ok, sweetheart?”

Kendra’s brow furrowed and she nodded, still avoiding her mother’s gaze. Then as if she’d finally summoned the courage, she turned to Melinda and asked, “Why were you kissing Jackie?”

Melinda had braced herself for some scathing remark or reproach — Kendra had that kind of alert, keen mind; she could be clever, and she could be savage. The vulnerable, simple question she got instead fazed her. “What?” she stumbled, cursing herself for playing dumb.

“You were kissing Jackie,” her daughter mumbled. “Why?”

Melinda got out from under he covers and sat next to her daughter, putting her arm around her. “Sweetie,” she started, and realized she still had no idea what to say. “please don’t be angry with me. Or Jackie. I don’t know,” she finally stammered. “The answer to your question is ‘I don’t know.'”

Kendra turned to her and stretched, feline-like, so her face was close to her mother’s. “Do you like Jackie?” Emphasis on the “like.”

Now, this was the kind of question Melinda had imagined her daughter asking. And she still didn’t know what she wanted to say. So she said, “Of course I do,” as though it was preposterous that she’d been lustily making out with her daughter’s 14-year-old friend.

Kendra reached up and stroked her mother’s chin. “Why?” she asked, cocking her head slightly. “Why do you like her?”

This was not going any one of the half dozen or so ways Melinda had imagined it going. “Honey,” she said, and she realized Kendra was stroking her face again, and that her other hand was on her hip.

Kendra’s face was now right up to hers, and she said, “hmm?” And her eyebrows were up, exaggerating that she was waiting for a good answer to her question.

Melinda stammered again. “I — look, sweetie, what happened was a mistake.” It was? No! Why was she taking that tack? Couldn’t she be honest on some level with her daughter without her thinking she was a… pervert, or something?

Kendra rubbed her nose against her mother’s, and her hand gripped her hip tighter. Wait a minute. What in the world…?

“I like Jackie too,” Kendra said, in a sultry, decidedly adult tone of voice. Her face was still right in front of Melinda’s, eyes boring into her. Belatedly, Melinda was realizing what might be happening. Was her daughter coming on to her? She jerked her face away from Kendra’s, but her daughter just scooched closer to her and brushed noses again. “I like kissing her, too.”

Melinda blinked and shuddered, trying to process what was going on. “You and Jackie… ?” she managed. Kendra locked a knowing look on her and nodded exaggeratedly. “Since when?”

Kendra smirked. “Since last night,” she said. “We talked about what you and she did, and it got us sooo hot.” Her hand absently stroked up and down her mother’s side.

Melinda clung to the idea that Kendra was acting out, trying to embarrass her. She determined to stay in control, be adult. “You’re fourteen years old,” she said, her voice cracking a little with the effort of scolding. “You shouldn’t be talking that way.” She heaved herself away, sliding toward the other end of the bed.

Kendra scooched closer again. “Jackie’s fourteen years old, too,” she said, this time a little caustically. “How come you can make out with fourteen year old girls and I can’t?” She narrowed her eyes at her mother, face once again just inches away.

“I told you, that was a mistake!” Melinda said shrilly. She tried to move away again but her daughter put her hands on her shoulders, holding her in place.

“I don’t think it was, Mother,” she said, in that sultry adult voice again. She put her head down and looked up at her mother with puppydog eyes. “I understand,” she said through pouty lips. “I understand why you like Jackie. Last night she and I, we kissed and kissed… and felt each other… mmm, it was so hot.” Her voice had become wistful.

Melinda couldn’t tell if she was exaggerating again, and couldn’t work through it, thinking about her daughter and her friend making out.

“I just feel so left out, Mom. Why don’t you like me, too?”

Melinda was guarded against being manipulated and humiliated, but the question had its intended effect of her, and she answered, “Oh, honey, no… ” Now she stroked her daughter’s cheek. “Baby, I do like you too. Of course I do.” She became aware that both she and her daughter were breathing heavily. This couldn’t be happening.

“I’m glad, Mom,” Kendra breathed, then in an instant, her lips were on her mother’s, and mother and daughter kissed, and hands began stroking and caressing in earnest.

“Oh, baby,” Melinda said into her daughter’s mouth. “Oh… mmmph… what are you DOING?” And she sank into her, and mother and daughter made out, tongues fencing more vigorously than when Melinda and Jackie had kissed; these two had all the time in the world, and weren’t wondering whether the other wanted the same thing she did.

Melinda’s caressing hands found themselves under her daughter’s t-shirt; Kendra’s hands found her mother’s breasts through her silky nightgown, and each shuddered and sighed. Breaking away temporarily, Kendra lifted her shirt off, and gave her mother a look that let her know to take her nightgown off, and she did. They were both naked but for panties, and kissed again, Melinda cupping her daughter’s face, then caressing her bare back, Kendra moaning her approval and running her fingers through her mother’s hair.

Melinda eased herself down on her back, collecting her daughter and bringing her down on top of her, and her fourteen year old body writhed on top of her as they continued to devour each other’s mouths. Their breasts mashed together, Melinda’s full and round, Kendra’s little apples, and their crotches ground together. Just like my favorite fantasy, Melinda thought dreamily. Only so much better…

Kendra popped up and looked at her mother, her eyes slits, then she caressed her mother’s boobs, mashing them together and tonguing and licking the nipples, then settling on one and sucking, trying to devour the whole tit, then rubbing her tongue on the underside of the nipple; her mother hissed and stiffened, and Kendra’s heart soared. She moved back up to kiss her mother’s lips, and her mother was kneading her ass, grinding her teenage pussy into her own.

Mother and daughter each had panties that were wet in the crotch, those soon came off. Both desperately wanted to experience orgasm together, but neither had ever done that with another girl or woman, and each seemed to sense the other’s frustration. Melinda rolled her daughter off so they were side by side, and languidly stroked Kendra’s pussy with her finger, and her daughter shuddered and moaned, eyes closed, mouth in an ‘o’. Kendra groped for her mother’s cunt and found it, and Melinda jumped, then purred and hungrily kissed her daughter again. They fingered each other, inexpertly, but the sheer eroticism of the situation, of mother-daughter incest, heightened each sensation. For Kendra, her own mother, this older, sensual woman, hot for her friend and now for her, manipulating her pussy; for Melinda, her daughter, her naked, beautiful, teenage daughter, who made out with her friend Jackie last night, just like she had…

Melinda made a decision that made her head swim. “Here, honey,” she breathed, and put her own hand over her daughter’s, and showed her where to touch. “Now go in circles,” she said, eyes closed, a sheen of sweat on her naked body. Kendra complied, watching in wonder as her mother escalated toward orgasm. “Faster honey,” she said. “Not too much harder. Just faster.” And her daughter was… perfect, she brought her mother right where she wanted to be, and Melinda’s eyes rolled back in her head and she arched her back. “Kiss me,” she croaked, and Kendra’s lips were on her neck and shoulder, because that was as far as she could reach, and her mother had the biggest, most explosive orgasm…

And before she even came down, she pushed Kendra away, and scrabbled up to her hands and knees, and her daughter watched her wide-eyed as she plunged into the decision she’d made, which was to bring her daughter off with her face and tongue… she had no idea, had never done anything like it before, but she was determined to return the gift Kendra had just given her. She parted her daughter’s legs, roughly, then her face was in her crotch.

Kendra gasped, and shouted, “Oh!” and Melinda used her tongue, lips and finger to lick and suck and rub and love her daughter’s pussy. Taking her cues from Kendra’s reactions, she made her daughter come, and she came so beautifully, whining and screaming for her mommy, as if she were experiencing it for the first time. Maybe she was.

Melinda sidled up her daughter’s body till they were lying side by side, and they kissed, exhausted. Kendra’s eyes shot open (and Melinda knew this because she couldn’t take her eyes off her), and she said, “Mommy, I taste my pussy on your face.”

Melinda growled and devoured her daughter’s tongue and lips, and they were lovers. They slept together, arms encircling naked bodies, and Melinda woke in the morning with her daughter’s face in her crotch, and they started all over again. And learned together.

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