Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By mom.anne, with JetBoy

I sat on the couch, having a glass of wine and relaxing. It had been three weeks since I had first made love to my two lovely daughters, and it had changed our lives in so many ways. When they got home from school, they would throw off their clothes and spend the rest of the night naked. Many nights they would come to bed with me and we would make love before they fell asleep. I would get up afterward, since I wasn’t ready to turn in for the evening at 9 PM.

That is what happened that night. After their homework was done, and the dishes were washed, Amy went to the computer. She had her favorite sites bookmarked, and she started to look through pictures of people having sex. It was a lesbian fetish site, so there were all sorts of combinations shown. Her little sister Kori pulled up the chair next to her and they were looking at the pictures together.

I walked in and saw my beautiful daughters together. I thought about how blessed I was to have two such lovely girls. Considering they were 11 and 8, they were amazingly close. Both had a hand between their thighs, lightly rubbing themselves. I went up behind Amy and started to lightly rub her little puffy breasts. They were so soft and tender. I looked back and forth between Kori and Amy. They were both intently watching a video on the screen where two women were licking strawberry jam off a younger woman. The jam was smeared on her breasts, stomach and pubic mound. In the video, one of the women noticed the jam on the pubic mound had started to run down the crack of the girl’s pussy. She lifted and spread the girl’s legs, and starting at the anus, licked all the jam from both of her holes.

Both girls were watching and rubbing, and I had one hand on my older daughter’s breast buds and the other on my own pussy. They were intently watching the video, while I was spending more time watching them. I took a glance at the screen and as the woman stuck out her tongue to lick one last drop of jam from the young girl’s pussy, the girl moaned and let go and started to urinate. The woman opened her mouth and allowed the stream to shoot into her mouth as she attempted to swallow it all.

Kori let out a loud moan, and I looked down and she was rubbing fast, then she was coming. She continued to climax until she passed out in the chair, exhausted. Amy looked at Kori, a bit shocked. She had never seen her sister get off so hard, and did not quite understand what had caused it.

I carried Kori to the bed, and Amy followed behind. I laid Kori down and Amy laid down next to her. They were beautiful. Amy was just beginning to bud, but still mostly a little girl, while Kori was all little girl, with not a hint of maturity.

Looking up into Amy’s eyes, I climbed onto the bed and crawled between her thin legs. I kissed her soft young thighs, and worked my way up to her bald pussy. I began to lick her lips, up and down, then a light lick on the clitoris. I continued this as I moved my finger between her cute butt cheeks and slowly inserted it in her ass. I began licking the clit more directly as I started to pump my finger in and out of her. I could tell she was getting closer to an orgasm, and I increased my speed. I moved my other hand up to her breast and started to lightly pinch her nipple. This sent her over the edge. She stiffened, and started moaning “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” over and over again.

I got up, covering them both with the quilt. I had not come myself, but I was not as needy as my two little rookies. They had a new toy, and they were always thinking of playing. I could wait.

As I sat on the couch, I thought back to the story Amy had told me about Emily Sharff. I wondered if she was only interested in young girls or if she was into grown women as well. As I sat on the couch, sipping my wine, a new plan started to form in my head.

*****

I called Emily Sharff at 7 PM on Friday night. I made sure I sounded upset, almost crying. I explained that my brother was in a bad accident and I needed to go to the hospital. I told her my babysitter was unavailable and I did not know what to do. She calmed me down, and said she could be over to stay the night in 20 minutes. I thanked her over and over. I also told her I was not telling the girls the truth so they would not worry, so she agreed not to bring it up.

I told the girls that they would be watched by Mrs Scharff. I explained that I needed to be gone for a night, but that it wasn’t anything serious. They accepted this with no problem. I reminded them, very forcefully, that they could not tell Mrs Sharff anything that we did, and they were not to do anything with each other while I was gone. They agreed.

It was all set. I had double checked the cameras and even added one in the living room. It would be interesting to see what Emily did with Kori and Amy. She had already started with my 11 year old, but did not know all that Amy had learned since. And she thought Kori was a normal 8 year old. I could not wait to return and watch what developed.

Emily arrived, and I left, checking into a local motel. I spent the night restless, eagerly waiting to get back home. I got up early, went out to breakfast, and arrived at my house about 8 AM. Emily was up drinking coffee, and left soon after I arrived. I offered her money for her trouble and she refused. She left quickly, never looking me in the eye.

I went to check on the girls. They were both fast asleep, not even moving when they heard the door open. I had a feeling they had a late night, making me even more eager to see the recordings. I quickly went to my computer and opened the hidden files.

I saw me leaving the living room, and heading out the door. Emily went immediately to Amy and whispered in her ear. Amy ran to her bedroom. Emily looked at Kori to make sure she was engrossed in the TV, and followed Amy. I switched to the bedroom cam, and Amy ran in and stripped completely. She stood at the end of her bed naked. When Emily came in she sat on the bed and spread her legs wide, so Emily could have a clear view.

She did not touch Amy, but ordered my daughter to masturbate for her. As she did, Emily also stripped naked and started to rub herself. I thought this was daring with little Kori in the living room, but I guess her lust got the best of her. She dropped to her knees and began licking the 11 year old pussy displayed in front of her. Amy lay back on the bed and began to moan.

As I expected, Kori came barging into the room, wondering where everyone was. She froze in the doorway as Emily looked up from Amy’s wet pussy. Kori was thrilled and as she ran to the bed, she pulled off all of her clothes. Emily relaxed and sat back, watching her get naked.

When they were both spread before her, she leaned forward and took turns licking the two prepubescent pussies, while fingering the other. Soon, she was fingering both, with a look of joy on her face. The girls I could tell were getting closer, and suddenly they both came. Amy shook all over, and Kori sprayed pee all over Emily’s hand and arm.

Emily was shocked by that. She jumped up and wiped the pee on to the sheet, then it occurred to her that the bed was all wet and I would know.

They were still all nude as she got them off the bed and took the sheets down to the washer. Afterwards, she took them both to the living room. She sat on the couch and had both girls kneel on the floor in front of her. She had them take turns licking her as she played with her nipples. This went on for about 10 minutes and I could tell by her face that she had the most glorious orgasm. She hugged both girls to her, then took them back to their room. She remade the bed and tucked them both in, French kissing them before leaving the room and turning out the light.

I got up from the computer and had a cup of coffee. I had her. From this moment on she, and her daughter, would be mine to play with.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By mom.anne, with JetBoy

I woke up first, with Amy still snuggled up against my nude body, breathing quietly and regularly. I got up, decided against putting on a robe, and went down naked to the kitchen to make coffee. Kori was also still asleep, since it was only 6 AM. I sat at the kitchen table, and thought of all that had happened over the last few weeks as I listened to the gurgling of the coffee maker.

To think this all started with my discovery of two young girls playing in the park, girls I’d never seen again. It had awakened something in me that I’d never known was there, but I had no regrets. In fact, I was pleased with how things were going, and was eager to touch and taste my youngest girl Kori, now that I’d crossed that bridge with Amy.

I was drinking my coffee when Kori came out of her room. My eight year old daughter was a bit surprised that I was nude, but not extremely so. After all, my girls frequently saw me naked in the bathroom or in my bedroom.

“Did you sleep well, dear?” I asked.

“Yeah, I did, but Amy isn’t in her bed.” Kori answered.

“I know, honey. She had a bad dream last night so she came and slept in my bed. Would you like some breakfast?”

I got up to get some cereal for her, and felt a twinge of excitement as Kori watched while I bent over to get the milk out of the refrigerator.

“Mom, will my butt look like yours when I get big?” Kori asked.

“Well, that’s hard to say,” I answered. “All the women in my family have large bottoms, but in your father’s family, they have almost none at all. You have a nice little butt now, angel.”

With that I put the milk down on the table and gave Kori a big hug, playfully fondling my little girl’s bottom. It was such a cute butt, I wanted to slip a hand into her pajama bottoms and caress it. I resisted though, poured the cereal, then told Kori that after she was done eating she should take a shower. Then I went to take a shower myself.

Even though I was not feeling any guilt revolving around my sexual play with my oldest daughter, I decided that it might be a good idea to reassure Amy, in case she was feeling strange about what we had done.

When Amy got up, I took her aside to talk, then explained in graphic terms how lovely it was to touch and taste her. I told Amy how beautiful she was and how she would have many people eager to make love to her. I also made sure to tell Amy that while her body gave us both so much pleasure, it was her intelligence and personality that would make the real difference in her life. Amy listened, and beamed at all the compliments.

I ended the conversation telling Amy that if she wanted, we could make love again.

“Yes, Mom,” she said. “I’d like that. I’d like it a lot!”

“Then we will, very soon,” I promised. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too, Mom,” she shyly replied.

A few hours later I was making lunch when something occurred to me. I’d never found out who Amy was talking to last night, when I caught her using the phone in the bathroom. I thought about that, then came up with a plan.

I finished grilling the hot dogs and toasting buns, and brought them to the table, calling the girls. We sat down and began to eat. About halfway through the meal, I looked up and casually asked Amy, “You know last night, when I caught you masturbating in the bathroom?”

Amy turned red, and Kori giggled.

I turned to Kori. “It’s not like you don’t touch yourself, young lady. It’s a completely natural thing to do, and yes, it feels wonderful, so no need to giggle” — I turned back to Amy — “or feel embarrassed.” I studied my older daughter, now shifting uncomfortably in her chair. “So, you were on the phone talking to someone. Who was it?”

“It’s, um, it’s kind of a secret,” Amy mumbled.

“Amy, we have shared a lot since last night. Don’t start covering up and acting like sex is bad now. Was it bad when I licked that cute little pussy of yours?” Amy nervously glanced back and forth between me and Kori, who looked completely shocked. “Now tell me, who were you talking to about sex with while those little fingers of yours played with that lovely little wet pussy?”

Amy blushed and looked down again. She paused, and then took a deep breath. “I was on the phone with Kim’s mom.”

“Emily Sharff?” I asked, stunned.

“Yes,” Amy answered.

Good grief! There was nothing about Emily that would have made me suspect her of being into little girls. She was married, and all three of her children seemed so smart and well behaved. She was always in church, and was very active in the PTA, even involved in the Girl Scouts.

“Tell me, Amy, how did you end up talking to her sexually on the phone?” I asked.

“Well, a few months ago, one of the times I spent the night at Kim’s house, well, it kind of started then,” she began. “Kim was tired and we were in her room. We were watching TV. Sarah was sleeping over that night too so it was the three of us. Well, it was like 11:00 and the show ended, and the next show looked boring and I looked over to them and they were both asleep. So I, like, went through the channels and there was nothing on. And even though I wasn’t real tired, I got up to go pee before going to bed.

“When I went out into the hallway I saw like a weird light from downstairs so like I went real quiet and looked. It was Kim’s mom on the computer and she was looking at something. She was touching between her legs. I came closer and saw that she was looking at pictures of girls.”

At this point I looked over at Kori and saw that she was not only listening intently, she also had one hand in her lap.

Since we were finished eating, I suggested we go into the living room to finish this discussion. On the way I asked Kori, “Is this exciting to you, honey?”

She smiled and said, “Yes, Mommy.”

We sat down in the living room and Amy, with some prompting, continued. “I guess I kinda wasn’t paying attention to anything else, ‘cause all of a sudden Kim’s mom was looking at me. I remember she was wearing a white robe, with nothing on under it. She put her hand on my shoulder and said how pretty I was and how much she liked me. I felt her breath on my ear as she talked.

“She asked if maybe I would like to see what was making her so excited, and showed me the pictures. They were all of little girls. Some of the pictures were like them in bathing suits and underwear and stuff and then others were of them with no clothes. I looked at Mrs. Sharff and she was rubbing her pussy. She kept going through the pictures and she asked me if I was excited, and I said I kinda was.

“Mrs. Sharff looked right at me in the eye and told me to take off my pajamas, she said I should be naked. I just did it, I didn’t even think about it. It excited me even more to have her look at me naked, and me look at her naked, too.”

Needless to say, I was very aroused at this point. Glancing over at Kori, I saw that she was rubbing herself through her jeans.

Unable to resist, I turned to my youngest daughter. “Let me help you with that, honey,” I murmured. Carefully unfastening Kori’s pants, I slipped a hand into my little girl’s knickers, seeking out her smooth slit. As I began to masturbate my daughter, I took Kori’s hand and placed it on my breast. I wore a t-shirt, but no bra. Kori began to eagerly feel me up, soon slipping her hand beneath the t-shirt to touch my bare tits.

Then I turned to Amy. “If you took off all your clothes for Mrs. Sharff, you should get naked for us before going on with your story, don’t you think?”

Nodding, Amy rose to her feet and quickly undressed, then sat back down, immediately slipping a hand between her legs.

Oh God, I was in heaven. I was listening to my oldest daughter talk about her first sexual encounter as she sat naked, masturbating. My baby daughter’s wet pussy was under my fingers as I played with her, and Kori was fondling my breasts.

Amy continued her story. “Mrs. Sharff then asked me if I masturbated. I said yes, I had. She said she knew I wanted to masturbate now. I said I did. She sat me down in a chair and she sat right across from me. We both spread our legs and started rubbing. It felt really good, Mommy. Then Mrs. Sharff got on her knees and licked me, and that is when I came. Then she told me that I was a sexy little girl and to bend over with my butt towards her and spread my cheeks. I did this and she started licking my butthole, and that was when she came. Then she sent me to bed, but she told me I could call her to masturbate on the phone anytime I wanted.”

I was on fire as Amy finished her story. My little 11 year old was sitting across from me naked, her legs spread, rubbing her wet pussy. It was so cute and sexy at the same time. Amy’s lips were glossy with her juices, and her tiny nipples were begging to be sucked. Kori’s pants were at her knees, and her little pussy, which was really just a smooth slit with no protruding lips, was also wet, thanks to my busy fingers.

I quickly had Kori get completely naked like Amy, pausing to take off all my clothes as well before leading my daughters to the bedroom. This was it. I was going to indulge in an impossibly lewd act… lesbian sex with my two underage daughters.

Lying down on the bed, I directed my girls to suckle my breasts, one on each. While they nursed from Mommy, I reached down and caressed both of their bare butts. There is something so special about little girls’ bottoms. They are so soft and smooth, so in need of little rubs, pats, and bites. I planned to give Amy and Kori plenty of each.

My daughters, being curious little girls, did much more than just suck on my nipples. Neither girl could keep their hands still. They were exploring my breasts, my belly, my thighs. They were playing with the pubic hair that adorned my pussy, and yes, discovering the very moist flesh beneath the hair. Soon my girls were both masturbating me, and it took just a few minutes before I was hit with a huge orgasm.

Now it was their turn. I laid Amy on her back, and had Kori sit on her older sister’s face before lying down between her legs. I knew Amy had learned enough last week to give my eight-year old pleasure while she was being licked by her mother. I placed my mouth on Amy’s pussy and began to kiss and lick her. At the same time, while Kori was moaning astride Amy’s mouth, I slowly inserted my finger into my oldest daughter’s anus.

Seconds later, Amy started thrashing around in a huge orgasm. She was unable to keep pleasuring her baby sister, so I pulled Kori off Amy’s face, laid her down and started licking her myself. It only took her a short time to come, giving me a taste of her sweetness.

I managed to get the three of us under the covers, then took my darling girls into my arms. Spent from their pleasures, Amy and Kori quickly fell asleep,

I lay awake for awhile longer, thinking of the path I’d chosen. The world was different now. My daughters and I were now lovers, and I had no idea what new adventures were in store for us, only that I was ready for them. I wanted it all, and was ready to take it.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By mom.anne, with JetBoy

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2012 }

The wind picked up, and a gust blew the paper out of my hand, across the street and into the park. I crossed the street quickly and ran after it. It wasn’t like it was something I couldn’t lose. It was just the phone number of a possible babysitter from someone at work. I could always ask again, and I really didn’t use babysitters that much anyway.

But that was a hassle, and so, without really thinking about it, I chased after the paper. I caught up to it just at the edge of the woods, and grabbed it. I fell down, but I got it. I sat on the grass, laughing at myself, thinking how silly I looked, all over a phone number I most likely would never call.

Here I was, a divorced 35 year old mother of two, sitting on my butt on the wet grass, out of breath from running, my pants covered with grass stains. I leaned against a tree and looked up at the sky. As long as I was wet and dirty, I might as well relax for a few minutes before I got up and headed home. I had gotten off early, so I could relax and still get home before the girls.

That is when I heard it. It was far off. At first, I thought it was the wind in the trees. I listened closer. Yes, it was giggles. The type of giggling only young girls can do. It piqued my interest. I got up to investigate. I walked down the path, into the thickest part of the wood. I got to a large area of underbrush. The giggles, which I heard off and on, were coming from the other side. I am still not sure why I was so curious, but I quietly went around to the other side, and looked around the bushes.

As I expected, there were two girls in the small clearing. The older girl looked to be about 12. She had long, light brown hair, and was wearing jeans, and a red and white blouse, which was open. She had a training bra, which was pushed up to expose the cutest little breasts. The other girl, maybe 8 or 9, had short blond hair. She was cute as a button. She was wearing jeans also, but she had no shirt on. A blue t-shirt was balled up at her feet. Her chest was completely flat, with no signs of maturity. She had the cutest little rosebud nipples, about the size of dimes. They were kissing and rubbing each others chest, and then giggling.

I cannot explain, nor do I understand the feeling I had, as I watched the younger girl’s hand gently caress the budding breast of the older girl while they French kissed. I was getting weak, as the older girl, while still kissing, unbuttoned the younger girl’s blue jeans. The younger girl pushed her away, breaking the kiss, and I saw worry and concern on the other girl’s face.

The worry left quickly, as the little blond pulled down her pants and panties to her knees. The older girl quickly did the same. They returned to kissing, as I saw two beautiful young pussies being lightly stroked. One was completely bare, with no sign of inner lips, while the other had a small tuft of sparse brown hair, and as she spread her knees as much as her pulled down pants would allow, I saw that she was starting to mature there also. The inner lips were just barely visible, and from my distant observation, it may have just been my imagination, but I was sure that her lips were wet.

Both young women were breathing harder, getting more excited. The older girl was moaning quietly, almost humming. Her puffy nipples were getting harder, and she was moving her fingers faster against the lips of her friend. The blond by this point had kicked her pants completely off. Her legs were spread wide, and I could clearly see the other girl’s fingers rubbing her slit near the top, where her little clitoris peeked out.

The young girl was shaking all over, on the verge of an orgasm. The older girl used her other hand to push the hand that was at her pussy harder into her. She was excited and needed to come. She moved down to the younger girl’s chest and started to bite her flat nipples. The girl started to wither in pleasure and a bit of pain. The younger girl took her wet fingers from her friend’s pussy, and brought them to her small lips. She stuck out her tongue, and licked off a bit of the juices. She smiled, and put her fingers in her mouth, and sucked all the juices off. She then returned them and continued rubbing. They were like two feral kittens, wildly thrashing, not caring about anything but their needs. My hand was down the front of my pants, rubbing. I was with the girls, touching them, kissing them. I wanted to feel their hands and mouths on me.

I suddenly heard voices on the path behind me. Male voices. The girls heard them soon after I did, and as I turned to leave the area I saw the girls scrambling to quickly dress. I headed back to the path and almost ran into two men, about 40, talking to each other about the weekend football game. They nodded to me and walked on.

I always considered myself a fairly normal woman. While I was divorced for 5 years, my ex-husband and I were on amicable terms. It helped that he now lived almost across the country, and was remarried. I dated occasionally, nothing serious, and held down a good job. At night I would take care of my girls and the house, watch a bit of TV or read, and go to bed. Sexually, outside of a little high school experimentation, I was fairly straight. I had not been with anyone since my divorce, and I masturbated about once a week.

But now this had changed. I could not get the experience of the two girls in the woods out of my head. No matter what I was doing the images would flash before my eyes. I would see those young bodies as I was grocery shopping, or as I was brushing my teeth before bed. Every day it seemed to get worse. And yes, I was now touching myself at least once a day, occasionally more.

I would be sitting on the couch, after the girls were in bed, and I would try to read. My mind would wander, and the two girls from the woods were playing in front of me. My fantasies had evolved. The older girl was sitting on the blond girl’s face, playing with her own nipples, and looking at me. She would beg me to suck her nipples to help her come as her friend licked her. Without realizing it my hands were in my pants and I was rubbing and moaning. I pushed my pants and panties down to my knees, and reached my other hand into my blouse and under my bra to reach my breasts. The girls got up, and they both were naked. They walked towards me, pulling me into their lovemaking. I looked at their faces. I suddenly realized that I was no longer dreaming of the two girls in the woods. These were the faces, and bodies, of my two daughters. I came like I have never come before.

I woke up a few minutes later. The orgasm was so powerful that I had passed out. My pants were still down, I had ripped open my blouse so I had lost three buttons, and my breasts where spilling over the top of my bra. The cushion I was sitting on was completely soaked with my juices. I did not move. I remained sitting back on the wet couch, and thought of my two daughters.

Amy was 11, the older of the two. She had long blond hair, which had started to get darker as she grew older. It was more of a dirty blond now. She was tall for her age, and thin. She was never walking, always running. She seemed always in a hurry to get everywhere. As far as her maturity, she was just coming into the shy stage of development. She would no longer run around the house in just panties. She always made sure she had on at least a pair of shorts and a t shirt. Her puffy little nipples were just starting to show through her shirt. Just a few weeks ago she had gotten her first bra, not that she really needed one, but she felt very mature as a result. It was during the purchase of her bra that I was able to see that her nipples were starting, just barely, to puff out.

Kori was stockier, and at the age of 8, was a much calmer and more thoughtful child. She was always reading and spent much less of her time outside or with a friend then her sister did. She was shorter, and still had a bit of her baby fat. She was not at all shy, but seemed to be following her sister in being more modest in what she wore around the home. She had long brown hair, which she did not brush nearly enough, but I still made sure she kept it clean and kept most of the tangles in check. Her body was that of an 8 yr old, much like a boy of that age, except for the cute little slit between her legs. I must admit I had not seen her naked in over a year. But she also had the cutest butt, which could be seen whenever she wore her cute little jeans. It was something I had always noticed. Amy’s butt was almost nonexistent, while Kori’s was like a cute little bubble.

The girls shared a bedroom, and while Amy was messier than Kori, they got along very well. It was not rare for them to talk with each other long after the lights went out. They were very close considering the difference in their ages. They really seemed to be best friends.

I got up to get ready for bed, but my mind was still thinking of my girls, my orgasm, and how my life had changed. I was going down an unexplored path. I had no idea where it would lead, but I was not scared. I was eager to see where this path would take me. I went to sleep, thinking of all the places I might go.

By morning, my mind was made up. I needed to follow this path, and take the next step. I needed to see them naked, and to see if they were involved in play as I had seen in the woods. On the way home from work I bought two nanny cams. I got home before the girls, and installed one camera in their bedroom, and the other camera in the bathroom. They were wireless, so they would send the live link directly to my computer to be watched or recorded. They arrived home about 15 minutes after I finished. I set the computer to record and went to make dinner.

After the girls were asleep in bed, I sat down at the computer. The file to which I had saved the recording I had purposely buried in some of my work files. I opened it up. I paused. This was the big step. I felt as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I could erase it, and go back to the mom and woman I was, or I could open it, and nothing would be the same again. My life before the scene in the woods had been comfortable and safe. Now, I was on the verge of a path which was exciting and scary. I knew it would lead to me changing forever my relationship with my daughters, my view of myself as a mother, and permanently change my sexuality forever.

I sat.

I thought.

I struggled.

After about 20 minutes, I calmed down. Things cleared in my brain. Right or wrong, I made a decision. I was sure it was the right decision for me. I knew the path I must take.

I opened the bedroom file.

I fast forwarded through the periods where the room was empty. I watched many of the other scenes. They were in and out of the room, or lying on their beds doing their homework, or talking on the phone. It was like watching normal home movies. But then they came in to get ready for bed.

Kori came first and quickly pulled off her clothes. She left her panties on, but was naked otherwise. I saw her cute little body, walking around the room, looking for her pajamas, walking around the room, getting distracted by one item or another. I paused the video, and got up and went to my own room. I took off all of my clothes, and put on my robe. I knew I would need better access to my body as I watched. I was already damp.

I returned to the movie. Kori had just put on her top as Amy came into the room. She pulled off her panties and then put on her bottoms. Amy glanced over as Kori bent over to pull up her pajama pants. Kori got into bed and Amy grabbed her pajamas and left the room, turning out the light. Five minutes later Amy came back into the room, and without turning on the lights, went to bed.

I quickly switched to the bathroom video.

Throughout the evening, Kori peed twice, and so did Amy. As expected, I could not see much during their quick pee, but I did find it erotic to watch. I also watched myself, and that too was somehow arousing, wondering what the men I knew would do if they could see me peeing and wiping. The girls then came in together and brushed their teeth. Kori splashed Amy with water and in response Amy slapped Kori in the butt. Then they both left. Amy then came in with her pajamas. I was ready. I pulled open my robe as my eyes fixed on my computer screen. As she started to undress, I was rubbing my nipples.

Amy took off her sweat shirt, and then the t shirt below it. She then unbuttoned and pull down her jeans. She was standing in just her training bra and panties. She was wearing a thong. They were black, with little red hearts. I did not buy them for her. I wondered where she got them. She looked at herself in the mirror. Turning first one way, then the other, to see how she looked from different sides. I had a flashback to myself at that age. I remember always looking in the mirror, wondering if I was pretty enough, or sexy enough. I would wonder what boys would think if they saw my budding breasts, or my naked butt.

Amy shook her head, and gave herself a shy smile into the mirror. She lowered the straps of her bra, and pushed her bra down. She removed it, and again stared at herself in the mirror. Her hands moved up, and lightly, ever so lightly, caressed her puffy nipples. She continued to play with her breasts, as she turned her butt to the mirror. She wiggles it, looking over her shoulder and smiled. She then slowly, ever so slowly, started to pull down her thong. She was putting on a show. She was, I was sure, imagining someone watching her undress. I wondered who it was. Did she have a special boy who she hoped to undress for? Was it someone in her class? Or maybe someone older? I did not know, but my hands were matching her hands, and I hoped she would start touching herself, and I would do the same.

She turned to face the mirror again. Her hair was hanging over her little buds, hiding her nipples. Her hands were covering her mound. She mouthed something to the mirror. I paused, and went back, wondering what she said. I watch again. It wasn’t until the third time I could make out what she said.

“I need you to make me feel good with your fingers.”

She then shook her head, so her hair moved away from her breast, revealing those sexy little nipples. She then slowly moved her hands from her mound, and for the first time in years I saw the bare lips of her sexy pussy. She lightly tickled the top of her pussy. She then threw a kiss to the mirror, said good bye, and got her pajamas on. She then left the bathroom, shutting off the light.

I sat back in my seat, one hand on my breast, pinching my nipple, the other between my legs, rubbing. My little girl, barely starting puberty, only in 5th grade, was imagining someone touching her body. She wanted someone to play with her sexually, a girl or a woman. Maybe someone already had. Maybe a teacher at school had already touched her breasts, or licked her little pussy. I see her touching an adult woman who is pushing a finger into her, causing her to squirm in pain and pleasure. I see one of her friend’s moms, having her over for a sleepover, and making her daughter and my daughter taste a hairy adult pussy. They take turns putting their tongue on her lips and clitoris. I see Amy, wanting it so bad she invites her sister Kori into her bed, eager to feel another hand on her pussy.

I came and kept coming. I continued to rub, and for the first time, squirting. I finally collapsed in the chair. The chair was wet, and even the floor in front of my chair was wet. My fingers were soaked. I got up to go to bed, sucking my fingers dry as I went.

The following week, I was able to see them both naked each day, and one other time Amy again played to the mirror. But as I watched, I knew I had to see more. I needed to get them more active, or if one or both were active, I needed to get them to do it in their room.

It was at dinner a few nights later, that I, without preplanning, decided to bring it all a bit more into the open. We were eating ice cream (Cookie Dough, my children’s favorite), and I asked Kori if she noticed that her sister was starting to go through puberty. Amy blushed as Kori turned and looked right at her chest.

“Yeah,” she said, “her boobies are getting to be bumps.”

“That is the way it starts. The nipples will grow and get puffy, and then the rest of the breast will begin to grow. She also should be getting hair on her pubic area soon. Amy, do you have any pubic hair yet?”

Amy turned even redder, and dropped her eyes, looking at her bowl of ice cream.

“No,” she whispered.

“Well, it should happen soon. At first it will just be a few, but slowly the hair will get thicker, and you will also be getting your period.”

“I know, Mom, you told me all that.”

“It is a big day for a mom when her daughter turns into a woman. I am so proud that I have such beautiful daughters.”

“She won’t get dressed in front of me anymore,” Kori complained.

“That is too bad,” I replied. “It would really be helpful, Amy for Kori to be able to see the changes you are going through, so she will be more prepared when she reaches puberty. That is one of the wonderful things about being a big sister.”

I turned towards Amy, looking her right in the eye.

“Have you started to have sexual feelings yet?”

Amy did not know what to say, and just looked down. Kori was looking back and forth at me and Amy, eager to hear more. I continued.

“When I was your age, maybe a bit younger, I discovered how much fun touching myself could be. And then when my breasts started to grow, wow, I was always touching and rubbing them. Do you masturbate, Amy?”

Again, I got no answer.

“What about you, Kori?”

Kori shook her head, indicating she didn’t, and mumbled under her breath “I wouldn’t know how.”

“See, another chance for you, Amy, to be a good big sister. That is why I was so happy to get have two daughters… so they could help each other with these things. Imagine how wonderful it would be for you two to share what you’re learning about your bodies, to explore these new feelings together.”

Both girls were squirming in their chairs. I had planted the idea in them, and their minds were working furiously.

“Well,” I said, “I will leave it all up to you, but you should both know that we do not need to be shy about sex. It is wonderful, and a blessing. Enjoy it, and if there is anything I can do to help, please, just ask.” I got up and took my dishes to the sink, leaving my girls together.

When I turned on the tape that evening, and fast forwarded to when they entered the room, I watched as they both sat down facing each other. For a long while they just talked. I wondered how much more for a recorder and camera that would also record the sound.

After about fifteen minutes of talking, suddenly they both pulled off their tops, and Amy took off her training bra. Kori went over to look closer, and her hand slowly raised to touch her sister’s nipples. Amy stiffened at the touch. She reached up and started to rub Kori’s flat chest. I was mad with desire, my clothes on the floor next to the computer chair, my fingers pulling at my nipples. The girls then removed their pants and panties, facing each other, spread their legs. They sat like that, looking at each other and talking. This went on for about five minutes, when they both put on their pajamas, and Amy went to bed. Kori went to the bathroom.

I switched to the bathroom recording. Kori pulled down her pajama bottoms and peed. She then stood in front of the mirror, her legs spread, and pulled her little lips apart. She was working so hard to see herself, she fell over. She got up, embarrassed, and pulled up her pants, leaving the bathroom. I fast forwarded up to the present, and was about to turn the tape off when Amy entered the bathroom. It matched the sound I heard of the bathroom door closing. Yes, she was in there now. She had the cordless house phone in her hand. She sat down on the toilet, without pulling down her pants, and dialed.

She began talking to someone. As she did, she pulled up her top and started playing with her little nipples. Oh my God, she was having phone sex. Right now. Twenty feet from me. She stood up, took off her pants, and sat back down, her legs spread. She started rubbing as she talked. Her little fingers were rubbing on her little pussy. The little pussy I washed as I changed her as a baby. The little pussy I have been dreaming about for weeks now. She was breathing harder.

I had to make a decision. It was 11:30 PM, way past her bedtime. I chose to act.

I got up and went to the bathroom door. I heard her talking. “Oh yes, I am rubbing. I am thinking of you licking me. Oh yes, I want you to. Please, I need you so bad.”

I pushed open the door. Amy froze. Her hand was between her spread legs, the phone at her ear. I took a step towards her and she hung up the phone and closed her legs. I took the phone from her, and took her hand. I walked her out of the bathroom, her pajama pants left on the floor. I took her to my room, hanging up the phone as we walked, and had her lay on my bed. She laid flat, her legs tight together, her hands trying to cover her nakedness.

It was then she realized I was nude as well. She looked at me. She stared at my breasts, and then looked down, at my trimmed pubic area. I spread my legs slightly so she could see better. She looked me in the eye.

“You know you are not to be on the phone this late,” I said.

“I am sorry,” she said, not sure what would happen next.

“I told you at dinner that we need to be more open about our sexuality. I know you have urges right now, but that does not allow you to break our house rules.”

“I know. I won’t. I am sorry.”

I went to the bed, sat her up and took off her shirt. I decided enough had been said, but now I wanted, no needed, to satisfy my lust. I laid her naked body back down, and lay down next to her. I let my hand trace lightly over her. I started at her lovely face, the face of my little girl. My fingers moved over her cheek, her jaw, her chin. I moved down her neck, and lightly caressed her shoulders.

She was looking at me, questioning how far I would go. She was barely breathing, holding back her breath in anticipation. I did not make her wait long. My fingers reached her lovely budding nipples. I played with them, touched them. Rubbed them. She was breathing deeper, her eyes half closed. I leaned in, and licked her nipples, first one, then the other. Her hand, which had been covering her little pussy in shyness, was now starting to move, lightly playing with herself. I firmly moved her hand away.

I sucked her lovely nipples a bit longer, feeling my wet pussy get even wetter. I started to kiss down her chest, and her belly, my tongue exploring in and around her belly button. I looked up in her eyes at this point, and asked her, “I’m going to lick you, baby. Is that okay?”

She nodded.

I moved around and spread her legs so I was looking right at her beautiful womanhood. Actually, girlhood was a better term. She was still very small, with no hair. Her inner lips, with her legs spread, were just beginning to show. It would be a while yet before she would look like a grown woman there.

I leaned forward, and breathed on her. My mouth then slowly moved forward. I was about to taste my little girl. The child I breastfed, whose diapers I had changed.

Even before I put my tongue on her, before my first taste, I came. It was a huge orgasm, and halfway through it I moved my mouth onto her.

I tasted my little girl, and started licking up and down her lips, occasionally licking her hidden clitoris. As I licked, my orgasm subsided, and Amy’s excitement grew. She started rocking her hips as I reached up and rubbed her small puffy nipples, while still licking her small pussy lips. She was close to coming, and I increased my licking, giving a bit more attention to her clit.

Amy stiffened and screamed. And collapsed. I looked up at her, my lips wet with her juice, and she looked back at me, breathing heavily. I went up next to her, and kissed her deeply, making sure she could taste herself on my lips. Then I covered us both with the blanket, and brought her face to my breasts so she could once again, after all these years, suckle me as we fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 2