By JetBoy

My husband Dan’s time off was over, and the day had arrived for him to take the chopper back to his job at the oil rig. Chelsea and I accompanied him to the heliport to say goodbye. I’d left Beth at my mother’s place that morning — she would have been too much of a handful.

We joined a group of women who were there for the same reason — to say goodbye to their men. It was easy to recognize the wives and girlfriends that were going to miss their partners the most. They hung onto them longer, unable to tear themselves away.

I hugged my Dan tightly, shared one last deep kiss, then waved as he boarded the chopper. Like always, I was saddened to see him go, but the knowledge that I was once more free to openly love my daughters made my husband’s absence less painful than it might have been. I still adored my man, but the sex I shared with Chelsea and Beth had become like a drug to me.

Even before the helicopter was over the horizon, Chelsea gave me that significant little smile and whispered, “Mama…”

We left the other families waving at men that could no longer see them and found our way back to the heliport building, where we soon located the ladies toilet. It was a simple facility; just two stalls, two sinks, a mirror. No one else was there, so my daughter and I quickly entered the corner stall, locking the door behind us.

I sat down on the toilet, and Chelsea unbuttoned my top, baring my breasts. Then she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. This left her legs spread wide apart as she bent to take my nipple into her mouth. I slipped a hand under my daughter’s skirt and between her thighs, thrilled but hardly surprised to discover that Chelsea had gone without panties that day.

My fingers strayed over my ten-year-old’s vulva, seeking her clit. She whimpered as I lightly stroked the tiny nub, her mouth sucking harder on my nipple. Oh, God, my body was screaming with the need for release. I thrust my free hand between us and began to violently grope at my mound, right through the front of the lace panties I wore.

It all came together soon enough. The pressure against my clitoris, the exquisite pain of having my nipple sucked as hard as this, a handful of my little girl’s sticky sex. My thighs quivered as if I were freezing, and my entire body went into spasm. I had to bite my lower lip to keep myself from screaming as I came.

I was just catching my breath when I heard the lavatory door swing open and two chatting women enter. Chelsea and I froze, then swiftly and silently began to rearrange ourselves. When she and I exited the stall, the two women saw nothing more than a mother and her little girl. We both paused long enough to wash our hands, then left.

We strode across the parking lot, me still a bit unsteady on my feet. As we approached our SUV, Chelsea ran ahead the last few yards and opened the rear door. She fell back onto the seat, then gave me a coquettish look. “Mama…” she purred.

This was a car park, a public car park. Most of the other vehicles had departed while we were in the toilet, but there were still a few scattered about. I glanced around nervously, then looked back at Chelsea. She had raised the denim skirt she wore to expose her bare pussy, legs spread far apart. The sight of that lightly downed slit had my head spinning as I climbed into the back seat to kneel above my daughter, awkwardly reaching behind me to tug the car door shut.

There was a risk of being caught, I suppose, but that only added to the excitement I felt as I dipped my face between Chelsea’s soft thighs and began to love her with my mouth. I licked, kissed and nibbled at my child’s dewy cunt, finally sucking at her clitoris until she was gasping her way through a shuddering orgasm.

When I finally looked up from my work, face shiny wet with my daughter’s juices, I saw through the windows that the car park was now empty. Licking my lips, I wondered if anyone had seen me go down on my ten-year-old.

Chelsea always took her pleasure in stride. Pausing to give me a messy tongue kiss, she clambered up front into the passenger seat, settling in before buckling her seatbelt. Opening the back door, I climbed out and took my place behind the wheel. She gave me a beautiful smile and said, “I love you, Mom.”

I smiled back. “Love you too, honey.” Patting my daughter’s knee, I started the car, put it in gear and set off to my mother’s house, where little Beth was waiting for us.

As we turned into the drive I spied Beth, seated on the front porch swing and holding the hand of my mother Anna.

As we came to a standstill, Beth came running up to me. I lifted her up and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and rained kisses on me. Chelsea went to hug her Gran. My mom is forty-eight and very fit, with generous breasts and an ass that was still amazingly firm.

Beth was calling “Mama,” even before we got through the door. My mother was the only one besides me and the girls who knew that I still nursed Beth at four, so I had no problem with doing it when she was around.

When we got inside, I sat down in a comfortable armchair, Beth perched in my lap. Unfastening my top and my bra, I cradled my baby girl’s face to my breast. Beth took a nipple into her tiny mouth and began to suckle. God, it felt so good.

“That’s lovely,” Mom said, “I think it’s wonderful that you still allow Beth to nurse.” She paused, smiling thoughtfully. “Perhaps I should have let you keep doing it.”

I felt myself blush slightly. “Maybe you should have. Sometimes… I don’t know, I find myself wishing that I could remember what it was like to be nursed.”

She smiled. “Well, you certainly enjoyed it. For me, it was an amazing experience… very sensuous.”

The warmth I felt seemed to be flowing down to my pussy. “Yeah… I feel the same way.” God, I was on fire. If Mom hadn’t been there, I would have been masturbating. Actually, I would have been making love to my precious girls. Chelsea was staring at me while I fed her baby sister, a certain gleam in her eyes. She knew how aroused I was.

Mom shook her head. “It’s a shame that you didn’t breastfeed Chelsea.”

She knew very well why I had opted for the bottle in Chelsea’s case — because my doctor had recommended formula and I’d foolishly listened to him. It was one of those digs that Mom never tired of aiming at me, though.

Feeling mischievous, I decided to shock her. “Oh, these days, she and I are making up for lost time,” I said, almost casually.

Her eyes widened. “You mean… you nurse Chelsea now?”

I nodded very slowly, enjoying the effect on her. Mom looked at Chelsea with her mouth slightly open. Chelsea sat on the edge of the other armchair, her knees pressed together.

“Is it nice?” Mom asked her. “Do you like to nurse from Mama?”

Chelsea blushed and nodded.

“It’s a beautiful thing,” I added, “and the nicest bonding experience you could imagine.”

Mom studied Beth, her hungry mouth at my nipple; then raised her eyes to meet mine. “You know… I used to get very aroused while I suckled you. Do you ever feel that way?”

How do you respond when your mother says something like that? In fact, I said nothing, but my eyes told the truth of it.

“How does it feel when you and Chelsea… bond?” Mom softly asked. “Does it excite you?”

I gazed deep into Mom’s eyes, feeling a crazy urge to tell her everything. I knew that she’d had women lovers since she and Dad divorced. In fact, her bisexuality was one of the bones of contention that finally drove them apart. As far as she knew, though, I was completely straight. Would my mother be repulsed by the things I do with my girls?

There was a growing heat between my thighs as Beth got into her stride, but then she drew away. “Done, Mama,” she cooed.

I sat her down beside me, then glanced up at Chelsea, who stared at me pleadingly.

I couldn’t resist. Something inside made me want my mother to see this for herself.

I smiled at Chelsea, cupping a breast. “Do you want a turn, honey?”

“Yes!” squeaked my delighted ten-year-old.

I thought she would simply come over, clamber into my lap and fasten her mouth to a nipple. Instead, Chelsea started taking her clothes off!

Mom’s mouth was hanging open as my daughter shrugged out of her blouse and skirt, then slipped off her little pink panties. She stood naked before us for a moment before padding over to me.

“You too, Mama,” she insisted, tugging gently at my skirt.

I guess I should have expected that. After all, every time I suckle Chelsea, we are both nude. It’s what she’s used to. But did I have the nerve to do this in front of my mother?

I stole a glance at Mom. She was still shocked, but I caught a glimpse of something in her eyes; something that looked a hell of a lot like… excitement.

I slowly stood, slipped out of my already open blouse and bra, then stepped out of my shoes before unfastening my skirt, letting it drop.

That left my panties. I’d barely grasped the waistband when Chelsea said, “Let me, Mama.” And she knelt before me, tugging my sodden knickers down to my ankles, then slipping them from my feet and placing them on top of her own clothes.

I sat back in the armchair, and Chelsea crawled into my lap. She took my right nipple between her lips and commenced to suckle. I couldn’t help but moan, a shiver of delight surging through me at the touch of my child’s sweet mouth. Her hand was on my other breast, fondling it.

Perhaps without even knowing, Mom was cupping her own breast, lost in awe at the sight of Chelsea and I, entwined in a heated embrace and completely naked. Could she tell that we were making love? If so, she didn’t seem upset about it.

Then when my ten-year-old raised her face from my breast, her lips seeking mine in a passionate kiss… well, any idiot could see what the nature of my relationship with Chelsea really was. Throwing caution to the winds, I returned her kiss, fucking her mouth with my tongue while allowing a hand to drift down to caress her bottom.

Mom stared at us, enthralled. She moistened her lips, then parted them to speak — but nothing came out. She was breathing heavily, nearly trembling with excitement.

Finally she managed to murmur, “I c-can’t believe this is happening… but it’s such a lovely sight. You two have s-something really special.” She sighed. “So beautiful… I admit it, I’m — I’m envious.”

That’s when I got a really wild idea — and it thrilled me so intensely that I knew I had to try to make it happen.

Gently breaking my kiss with Chelsea, I smiled at my little girl. “Honey,” I cooed, “would you like for your grandmother to nurse you for awhile?”

“Uh-huh!” Chelsea replied, nodding vigorously as Mom gasped in surprise.

I knew my daughter would like the idea. Only the week before, after Mom had dropped by, she’d turned to me and said, “Grandma’s titties look so soft and big… I wish I could see them.”

“Only see?” I had teased her.

Chelsea blushed furiously, but shyly confessed, “Um, and other stuff, too.”

Now we were both watching Mom, waiting for her response. Her eyes met mine. “Should I?” she asked, almost timidly.

“If you want to, why not?” I said. “Chelsea likes the idea.”

Mom smiled bashfully at her granddaughter. “Do you really want to do this, baby?”

Chelsea smiled broadly. “Yes, Grandma!” she cried.

Slipping out of her shoes, Mom rose to her feet, unzipped her blue dress and let it fall, then stepped free of the garment. She stood before us in an elegant black bra and matching panties.

“Love the underwear, Mom,” I purred. “Very sexy.”

My mother gave me a warm look that I felt right down to my toes. “I do like feeling sexy,” she murmured. Sitting down on the sofa, Mom undid the bra, baring her still beautiful breasts, then glanced at us. “I’m ready.”

Sliding off my lap, Chelsea padded over to her grandmother and clambered onto the sofa, kneeling beside her. She took hold of Mom’s creamy breast and locked onto the large, erect nipple.

“Oh, honey… that feels lovely,” Mom moaned, sinking into the sofa as she cradled my ten-year-old’s head to her breasts.

Chelsea suckled happily at Anna’s nipple as she straddled her, rubbing the cleft of her sex against Mom’s thigh. I watched in awe as my daughter placed her hand on her grandmother’s free breast to fondle it, brushing the nipple to tautness. Then that hand began inching downward, sliding over Mom’s belly. I gaped. Was Chelsea really going to…?

She was. Mom gave out a deep, impassioned moan and spread her legs wide, just in time for Chelsea’s hand to cup the front of her black panties, pressing her fingers into Grandma’s sheathed cunt.

My baby rubbed at her grandmother’s pussy for a little while, her mouth still fastened to the engorged nipple; then suddenly she jumped from Mom’s lap and knelt before her. Grasping the waistband of those black panties, Chelsea slipped them down and off, my dazed mother lifting her ass to assist.

Mom’s minge was a mass of unkempt hair, curly and dense. Chelsea gazed hungrily at the thick pubes, then buried her face in them, seeking out her cunt with a hungry mouth. I smiled, knowing that my mother was in for a treat.

“My God… my God… my God…” my mother panted, opening her thighs even wider for her ten-year-old granddaughter. Chelsea was well versed in the art of going down on a woman by then, and Mom was getting a full demonstration of her oral skills. Chelsea began to suck at my mother’s rather large clit, then positioned her fingers at the entrance to Anna’s fleshy vagina before sliding them in with a smooth stroke.

Beth was hugging me now, enthralled by the incestuous lesbian scene unfolding before her. I reached down to clutch the hem of her yellow frock and tugged it over her head, then pulled her underpants off. Now, except for Beth’s tiny socks, we were all naked.

I lifted Beth up and placed her on my lap, then began to fondle my child, running both hands all over her soft, sweet body. She tilted her face up to mine, and we kissed hungrily.

“Oh, my g-goodness,” Mom gasped. “B-Beth, too?”

My baby daughter and I broke apart, and we both smiled at my mother. “That’s right… we’re all lovers now,” I purred, gazing deep into her disbelieving eyes.

Chelsea had worked her remaining fingers into Mom’s pussy and was eagerly fisting her, plunging in and out of my mother’s gaping hole. Hugging Beth with one arm, I was fingering myself urgently with my left hand and stroking my little girl’s soft petals with the right while I watched my mother being fucked, all the while wondering if this was a dream that I’d be waking from any minute now.

Chelsea raised herself to take Mom’s nipple into her mouth again, her lips and chin glistening with pussy juices. She continued to move her hand in and out of her grandmother’s cunt, and Anna thrust her hips frantically, riding Chelsea’s fist.

She repeated the same word over and over again, ”Fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck!” as her pleasure grew and grew, up to and through her wrenching climax. A scream broke from my mother’s throat as she shook in orgasm, her thighs and belly quivering with each jolt of ecstasy.

As I fondled Beth, my fingers fiddling between her thighs, she eagerly watched Mom and Chelsea, studying their lovemaking with wide eyes. They were getting so wild together that my baby girl surely would have been terrified, if she wasn’t already familiar with the sight of a woman in the throes of sexual rapture.

Finally Mom slumped back into the soft embrace of the couch, eyes glazed, her face and body flushed a lovely pink. Nibbling her lower lip in concentration, Chelsea carefully extracted her hand from her grandmother’s vagina with a slurping sound, then began to lick at her sticky knuckles.

By JetBoy

Scooping Beth into my arms, I carried her into my room, gently depositing her on the bed. She hugged herself with delight, gazing up at me as I knelt before her, intoxicated by the bare beauty of my little girl. So precious and virginal; yet at the age of four she was already the sexual partner of her big sister, and had been innocently pleasured by Mama.

Now I was going to lie between Beth’s legs and lick her bare slit, the way I had done many times before. But this time, I would not stop until she came.

“C’n we play kissy-lick, Mama?” Beth burbled, propped up on her elbows and smiling at me.

“Kissy-lick? Do you play that with Chelsea?”

“Mmm-hmm!” she affirmed, nodding vigorously.

I tilted my head, giving my baby a thoughtful look. “Maybe we can, honey — but you have to tell Mama how to play.”

Beth giggled, “It’s easy! Chelly kissy-licks my bunny… an’ I kissy-lick her bunny!”

“Ah, I see,” I nod. “That sounds like a lovely game, Bethy. I’ll play with you.”

“Yayyyyy!” she cheered, bouncing excitedly, clapping with delight.

“May I kissy-lick you first?” I entreat her, pressing clasped hands to my heart.

“Okay.” And with that she lay back, opening her legs to receive me, unashamedly exposing the pink crease of her sex. I licked my lips, feeling the storm beginning to mass inside.

“Let’s raise your knees, baby,” I whispered as I positioned my little girl the way I wanted her, slowly moving Beth’s thighs wider apart to reveal her slightly darker anal cleft. Has Chelsea rimmed her baby sister yet? I wondered, selfishly hoping that my tongue would be the first to explore that sweet rosebud.

Lowering myself to the bed, I inhaled deeply, breathing in the heady perfume of Beth’s vagina. I moistened my lips, then placed a feather-light kiss upon the delicate flower.

Beth gave a contented sigh. Growing bolder, I extended my tongue to take a long, slow lick, bathing my daughter’s vulva from the bottom to the top. A shiver of pleasure rippled through Beth’s babyish body, and I pressed further between her legs, hungry for more, savoring the child’s rich scent as I went down on her.

My tongue trailed lower to probe at her anus, gliding over the tiny opening as Beth squealed in delighted surprise. Parting her cheeks, I pressed deeper to adorn her hole with open-mouthed French kisses, smitten by the unimaginable softness of Beth’s bottom.

Then I was lying before her, gently opening the vaginal slit with both thumbs to reveal moist, pink flesh inside. Tilting my head slightly, I kissed her cunt as if it was a tiny mouth, allowing the tip of the tongue to enter my little girl’s body and sliding it in and out, gently fucking her. She was making wordless happy sounds, parting her legs even further for me.

Time seemed to cease as I lost myself in pleasuring Beth, greedily exploring every inch of her sex. Her honey flowed for me, rich and delicious, though less than her big sister could produce. I eagerly drank it down, mouth fastened to the baby-soft vagina of my beautiful little girl. This was clearly the most reckless, dangerous thing I’d ever done in my life, and it left me glowing like the sun, overwhelmed with the kind of joy that only an adoring mother can know.

Finally I sought out her barely-there clitoris, covered it with my lips and began to suckle. It occurred to me that our roles were momentarily reversed; that I was now nursing from my baby, that she was providing her Mama with nourishment. I smiled at that thought — or would have, except that my mouth was otherwise occupied. Beth was mewling with delight, her little hands tangling in my hair.

Then she was wriggling frantically beneath me, emitting a soft cry that quickly rose to a tiny squeak.

The next thing I knew, Beth was squeezing her thighs together, pushing clumsily at my head. “Tickles, Mama!” she gasped.

Well. It hadn’t been a world-beater of an orgasm, but I’d made my daughter come.

I laid down next to Beth, enfolding her in my arms. “I love you, baby,” I whispered, our noses lightly touching.

“Love you, Mama,” she sighed, an expression of perfect bliss on that angelic face as her eyes drifted shut. For a moment it seemed as if she was dozing off, but suddenly Beth sat up, newly animated. “Now me!” she squealed. Getting on all fours, she crawled to the foot of the bed, then sat down, gazing at me expectantly as she softly chanted, “Kissy-lick, kissy-lick…”

I’ve had my share of seductions, but this was easily the most charming one. I rolled onto my back, parting my thighs, heart racing as I prepared to let my four-year-old moppet bring me off with her mouth.

Tilting her head slightly, Beth stared at my sex. “Pretty bunny,” she whispered, reaching out to touch me. I bit my lip, choking back an overwhelming urge to cry out loud as her curious fingertips traced the sticky opening.

With a giggle, my child lay down on her tummy, her face a couple of inches or so from my vulva. Every inch of my body throbbed with anticipation as I remained motionless, waiting for my deepest, most forbidden fantasy to come true.

She moved closer… and I whimpered as Beth’s lips pressed deep into the warm, moist flesh of Mama’s cunt in a tender kiss. Then she kissed me again. Again.

“Oh, sweetie,” I gasped, “that feels so good.”

I felt her tongue emerge to lick, gliding over my vaginal opening. A wave of pure joy suffused me from head to toe, almost as if I were receiving a blessing from God. A strange thought to have while committing an act that most would call an unforgivable sin. But I felt nothing like a sinner at that instant. Instead, I was bathed in love, swimming in it.

Beth was licking me with steady strokes, like our cat when she washed herself. There was nothing tentative in her movements; my daughter was very much into what she was doing. Chelsea had not only shown her baby sister how to eat pussy, she’d taught her to love it.

As if she could read my thoughts, Beth chose that moment to lift her face from the juncture of my thighs to smile at me, licking her lips and burbling, “Yummy yum!” Then, with a giggle, she buried her nose in my pubes once more.

By this time the beating of my heart seemed to echo through me like cannon fire, and I burned for the oblivion of orgasm. Beth’s tongue felt wonderful, but I was so worked up that I had to come, was desperate for her to finish me off.

“B-Bethy,” I stammered, placing a finger just above my clitoris, “Mama needs you to l-l-lick her right here–“

She seemed to already sense what I needed. Before I could even finish getting the words out, my daughter had trailed her tongue up through my opening one last time, then sucked the inflamed tip of my clit between her lips.

The last thought I had before the world came crashing down was: Holy mother of God… I guess Chelsea really did teach Beth everything about eating pussy.

My body seemed to be tugged in every direction as I came in my four-year-old’s face. It was all I could do not to scream. The image of Beth’s tiny mouth fastened to my pussy was seared into my mind like a brand; the baby girl, drinking from her mama.

Panting furiously, I pressed my head back into the pillow, fingernails biting into my palms while this… this thunderclap of pleasure rolled and reverberated inside my quivering frame. And through it all, my wonderful child continued to lick me.

Finally, unable to stand any more, I reached down to grasp my daughter’s shoulder with a trembling hand. “Th-that’s enough, Bethy… mmm, Mama’s finished.”

Spent, I lay motionless but for my heaving chest, my upper half bathed in a thin patina of sweat. After a few heartbeats, my eyes fluttered open, only to be confronted with the loveliest sight imaginable: Beth’s cherubic face, resting on my thigh. My little girl gazed at me in bashful adoration, her spun-gold hair delightfully tousled. “Love you, Mama,” she cooed.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered, suddenly on the verge of joyous tears, “I love you too. My precious angel.”

I reached for her and she crawled up to where I lay, nestling comfortably into my arms. The lower half of Beth’s face was sticky with my juices, and I drew close, our noses touching as I traced her lips with the tip of the tongue, tasting the tart essence of sex. Giggling, my daughter joined in this new game, and we joined in licking one another’s mouths and chins until it somehow became a long, leisurely lover’s kiss.

As we broke apart, I placed one soft peck on her button nose before we settled down to rest. Beth and I lay together quietly, and I soon felt the steady cadence of her breath against my neck as she fell into slumber.

Holding my baby close, I mulled upon what I’d just done to her… and what I’d had her do to me. Was I a monster; a sick, twisted woman? At that moment, I felt like anything but. All it took was a glance at Beth’s peaceful face to dispel the notion that I’d been wrong to make love with my little girl. Somehow I knew that this beautiful thing we had shared would only make our bond all the stronger. Since I’d become lovers with Chelsea, there had been a newfound warmth, a sweetness between my oldest daughter and myself — something special that hadn’t been there before. And now my Beth and I would have that too.

Slowly, slowly I sank into the tranquil haze of sleep, still hugging Beth to me.

*****

An hour and a half later, when Chelsea arrived home from school, she set down her book bag and kicked off her shoes, then wandered through the house looking for Beth and I. Through the living room, the kitchen, and the laundry room she went, pausing to peer out onto the backyard patio before bounding upstairs.

Down the hallway she padded in her stocking feet, peeking through each doorway until she reached my room at the end… and there she found her mother and baby sister, bare naked and curled up together on the bed, the room still fragrant with the scent of pussy. Smiling hugely, she reached for the top button of her blouse…

I awoke to find my ten-year-old sitting cross-legged on the bed beside me, completely nude.

“Hi, Mom. Hi, Bethy,” she grinned. “Looks like someone’s been havin’ a good time.”

“Chelly!” cried Beth, scrambling to her feet and excitedly jumping up and down on the bed a couple of times before leaping over me to throw both arms around her big sister.

I watched my daughters hug, feeling a delicious prickle of arousal when Chelsea bent down to kiss Beth, circling her sister’s mouth with a playful tongue.

“Mmmm,” she purred, drawing away to smile down at Beth. “Your lips taste good…”

“Me an’ Mama played kissy-lick!” my baby giggled. “She’s yummy!”

I sat up, then moved to wrap an arm around each of my girls. “Hey, hon,” I said to Chelsea, giving her a sleepy smile. “Got one of those kisses for me?”

“Sure,” she sighed, and I closed my eyes, awaiting the touch of her mouth.

So soft, so sweet. Chelsea’s tongue engaged mine, our lips sliding moistly together as her hand moved to cover my breast. I sighed contentedly. If this wasn’t heaven on earth, it would do for now.

We gently broke apart after a long, languid kiss… then I turned to Beth. “Honey,” I told my youngest, “I think your big sister needs to be kissy-licked now.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” enthused Beth, her head bobbing in agreement.

She and I quickly positioned a delighted Chelsea on her back with her thighs wide apart. “You kiss her,” I directed Beth, “and I’ll lick.”

“‘Kay, Mama,” my baby cooed, crawling onto the bed to flop down beside her sister. Chelsea wrapped her arms around Beth, and their mouths met.

Now I was where I loved to be, lying between my preteen daughter’s legs, tracing the vaginal cleft with a finger as I breathed deeply of her sex, that thick, heady perfume of desire. Moistening my lips, I moved in to take that first taste.

It was a divine experience, sharing my oldest girl with her baby sister. As I went down on Chelsea, my eyes were drawn to my darling daughters as they kissed passionately, hungrily. Beth’s little hands were fondling her sister’s barely-there breasts.

Then my baby girl was nursing from Chelsea’s nipples, and big sister’s arms were tenderly wrapped around Beth, her nose buried in my littlest one’s hair. Me? I continued to lick and kiss that juicy vulva, my ten-year-old’s fluids coating my lips.

When she came, the sound of her cries were like a benediction. I wouldn’t stop eating Chelsea’s pussy, though, not until I’d carried her through a second orgasm — one that had her heels drumming frantically against the bed. She accidentally kicked me in the side at one point, leaving an oddly shaped bruise that I later told Dan I’d gotten by bumping against a doorknob.

Spent and dazed, Chelsea lay limply amidst the rumpled sheets while I drew Beth into my arms for a kiss, giving my four-year-old a taste of her big sister’s sex. What an unalloyed thrill it was, feeling my baby humming with pleasure as her childish mouth nibbled at mine, sampling and loving the flavor of cunt.

We three lay together for a long while, basking in the warmth of the day, serenaded by the distant noises of playing children that issued through the open window. No words were needed. I lay entangled with Chelsea and Beth, lost in contented thought.

Mostly, I marveled at the path I’d chosen, the strange detour from the straight and narrow that had led me to take my own children as lovers. And despite the numerous taboos I’d brazenly flouted in the process, I knew no shame or guilt. My kids were blissfully happy, and that was good enough for me.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By JetBoy

My husband worked away on the oil rigs — one month on, one month off. When he was home, my girls knew that we needed to be a family and do what families do. I still nursed Beth and made love to Chelsea, but only when Dan wouldn’t catch us.

Chelsea loves her daddy, and cuddles up to him all the time when he is home. He had no idea about the kind of wicked things that she and I get up to while he is away, though. I do adore my husband, but this newfound passion I have for my girls is consuming me, making me want them constantly. I am a woman obsessed, a mother driven by lust.

Each time my husband goes back out to the rig, we are all a month older. My story picks up after six of those months had gone by.

A lot can happen in a young girl’s life in six months — and the difference between ten and ten and a half years old was remarkable, particularly in a child as sexually active as Chelsea. Her breasts had only just begun to bud. Her bottom showed a new shapeliness, and she had mastered the art of swinging her hips so that her mini dresses and skirts flicked up in a tantalizing way. There was also a hint of pubic hair, soft and very blond, with none of the coarseness that would come as she matured. In fact, I could only really see it in a certain light when I went down on her.

Beth, too, had changed. At four years old she was always running around and getting into everything. I needed to keep a constant eye on her. She still came to me to nurse, but less often now, more for comfort than anything else. On the other hand, she still loved to have me bathe her… and that very much included the affection I showed her with my mouth and fingers after drying her off.

Yes, I adored my girls… and I was soon to discover how much they loved each other.

It happened when my husband was at home. All he wants to do after a month on the rig is take me as often as possible. We share a good hard fuck, leaving him sleepy and contented. He is a marvelous lover, but my sexual appetite is so immense that I’m usually still somewhat aroused after our loving. So I usually slip into our bathroom after he is asleep and finger myself to one final climax.

On this night, I decided to pass by the room my daughters share, just to look in on them before my little bathroom visit. I cautiously eased the door open, only to be confronted by an amazing sight.

Beth was in Chelsea’s bed, and both of them were naked. The covers had been pushed to the floor. Chelsea hugged baby sister to her chest, Beth’s mouth fastened to her nipple. Chelsea had one hand tucked between Beth’s thighs and was lightly fingering her. I watched in awe as Beth lifted her face from her sister’s chest, then my daughters shared a kiss that quickly deepened, their tongues flickering into each other’s mouths.

I was stunned. I’d been progressing slowly with kissing Beth, not wanting to overwhelm her, but Chelsea had clearly taught her four-year-old sibling all there was to know about kissing a lover.

Leaning against the door frame, hidden in the shadows, I watched in awe as my daughters made out as if they were grown lesbians. They were both seething with sexual heat, yet tender and loving at the same time. The girls held each other urgently, their mutual adoration a beautiful thing to see.

Their kissing became more urgent. I watched as they caressed each other’s bodies, then they broke their kiss, giggling in complete delight with one another. Then Chelsea began to lick and tease her baby sister’s nipples. Beth was cooing happily, much like she did when I fondled her.

Then Chelsea swiveled around so she and Beth were lying side by side, top to tail. Beth was shorter, so her big sister had to arch her back to make contact, but they quickly arranged themselves into a sixty-nine position.

I couldn’t believe my eyes — but the more I thought about it while I stood in the shadows, secretly watching my underage daughters revel in sapphic loveplay, the more sense it made. When it came to sex, Chelsea had been a quick study; at ten years old, she knew more about how to pleasure a woman than most men would ever learn. Who better to teach her four-year-old sister how two girls make love?

I gazed in rapt approval as my girls explored each other’s pussies with eager mouths. This wasn’t just sex, this was love. I saw them moving together, sharing pleasure unselfishly. I watched as Chelsea came, Beth’s mouth glued to her big sister’s slit. Then Chelsea used her fingers and tongue to bring Beth off. I’d never seen my youngest daughter come before, and witnessing it made me feel warm inside, as if I’d just drunk a mug of cocoa.

It embarrasses me to admit this, but I also felt a twinge of envy as well. I wanted desperately to be there in bed with my little girls, joining in the lovemaking, the three of us sharing our bodies.

I couldn’t do that, of course — this really was their time, and it would be wrong to interrupt my daughters for my own selfish pleasure. Too, Dan was sleeping just down the hall, and I couldn’t run the risk of being caught coupling with the girls, no matter how unlikely it was that he’d rouse himself from bed until morning.

So I stood quietly, observing from the darkness of the hallway while a spent but very happy Beth and Chelsea hugged one another, then enjoyed one last tender kiss. I heard their whispered declarations of love. And then I saw them settle down for the night, their bare bodies sweetly entwined. It was a warm night, so my angels didn’t even bother to crawl beneath the sheets. Instead, they just lay naked on top of them.

I realized that I was pressing my hand between my thighs as I’d watched this scene of lesbian incest play out. I knew that Chelsea loved to lick pussy, but to see four-year-old Beth going down on her sister had me shivering with lust. I desperately needed to bring myself off, but didn’t dare do it where I was. Quietly as possible, I slipped down the hall to the spare room, where I fingered my cunt until I exploded, leaving a huge wet spot on the bedspread that I had to wash by hand the next day.

What excited me most was the revelation that Beth now knew, at the tender age of four, how to make love. And even after the huge climax I’d just enjoyed, I was nearly trembling in anticipation of the extra special bath that I’d be giving my baby girl very soon.

*****

The following afternoon, I was standing in the living room and gazing down at Beth, who was sprawled on the carpet, busy with her crayons and coloring book. Chelsea was at school, of course, and I’d gotten Dan out of the house by suggesting that he spend the day at the racetrack with a couple of his friends. He was so pleased and grateful to me for coming up with the idea that I almost — almost! — felt guilty for deceiving him.

My heart thrummed excitedly as I studied my beautiful four-year-old. She wore little apple-red shorts with a yellow blouse, and white socks that were already dirty on the bottoms of her feet. Her legs scissored together as she colored in a drawing of a frog. For some reason, she had decided to make him blue.

I knelt beside Beth. “Honey,” I crooned, “how’d you like to have a nice bath right now?”

Her coloring book was instantly forgotten as she jumped to her feet. “Yes, Mama, yes!”

Reaching for her tiny hand, I smiled. “Come on, then.”

I led Beth upstairs and into the bathroom, turned on the spigot in the bathtub, added a shot of citrus bath oil, then knelt before my little angel to undress her. Up went her top, down went her shorts and cute pink panties, and she raised one tiny foot at a time so I could slip her socks off. Now naked, she stood with her hands clasped adorably before her, twisting her slight body from side to side as she watched me remove my own clothes, until I was as bare as my little girl. This was something new; though I was often naked when I nursed Beth, I always wore a t-shirt and panties while she had her bath.

She was about to get another surprise, too. After I picked up my daughter and placed her in the tub, I climbed in beside her.

“Mama!” she cried, delighted. “You take a bath with me?”

“That’s right, honeybunch,” I cooed, drawing her babyish body into my arms. “You can help get Mama clean tonight.”

“Whee!” she squealed, her slippery frame wriggling against mine.

I began to wash my child, my hands gliding over every inch of her. When I bathed Beth in the evening, I really did bathe her, saving our sensuous play time until afterward. Not on this night. Right then, I was a lover, fondling this luscious nymph in the sexiest way I could, my eyes gazing adoringly into hers.

And though my darling child was only four, she knew that something special was happening between us. Beth usually cavorted and splashed happily in the scented water, but now she was nestled quietly in my arms, making little contented sounds while I caressed her all over. My hands traveled over her thighs, her belly, her chest — pausing to brush her tiny nipples with my fingertips — her arms, her firm little bottom, the smooth, sweet cleft between her legs.

Bending down to nuzzle Beth’s face, I whispered, “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, Mama,” she piped, in a voice soft as a prayer.

My lips sought out the delicate jewel of her mouth, touching it in the lightest of kisses… then again, allowing it to linger. Beth’s lips parted enticingly, inviting me to explore, so I allowed the tip of my tongue to say a brief hello to her, delicately tracing my daughter’s mouth like an artist’s brush.

When her tongue shyly emerged to meet mine, I engaged it, coaxed it forth until Beth was tentatively giving her Mama a real French kiss. I returned her hesitant passion — gently at first, so as not to frighten my precious pixie. The heat of our kissing quickly began to rise as Beth grew more and more excited. She reached up to wrap both her little arms around my neck, dangling from me as if she was the loveliest of necklaces.

When our mouths finally broke apart, I scooped my child up to deposit her in my lap. The water spilled over the side of the tub, and Beth shrieked with glee as I cradled her body to mine. She fell silent when our eyes met, taking in the look of desire that I gave her — so different from my sweet smiles of before. Now my expression was colored with the fiery hues of lust.

She cooed happily when I bent to kiss her neck, then trailed a tongue down to a tiny nipple, flicking it playfully. “Feels funny, Mama!” she squealed. I slipped a hand between Beth’s soap-slippery thighs to cup her mound, lightly stroking the slit with my middle finger. She loved all of it, wriggling ecstatically in my lap.

Finally I sat up, gazing down at my little girl. “Let’s go take a nap, honeybunch. We can play some nice games together, like you do with your sister.”

Beth seemed undisturbed that I knew about what she’d been up to with Chelsea. “Okay, Mama!” she chirped.

I rinsed us both, then we climbed from the tub and took turns drying one another. I could have done myself much more quickly than Beth did, but she took such pleasure in rubbing my bare body with the towel that I had to let her finish the job. Then I drew my naked little girl to me and kissed her ardently, exploring her tiny mouth with an eager tongue, growing increasingly excited as she returned my kiss with all the passion she had exhibited with Chelsea on the night before.

This was it — the moment of truth was here. I was going to make love to my youngest daughter, and I didn’t give a damn if that made me a pervert or not.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By JetBoy

It was evening, and that meant it was bathtime for Beth. This took place in the en suite bath attached to my bedroom. My little girl loved her bath. She would happily play with the suds and splash about. This would go on for a long time with fits of delighted giggles echoing throughout the house. Eventually I would get down to the serious business of washing her.

She would stand in the water while I lathered her baby body all over, eyes closed as I massaged the soap into her soft skin. I would work shampoo into her hair, and Beth cooed happily, delighting in the gentle massage of her head and neck. She would then lie back in the warm water, where I would support her, and float while I rinsed her hair with the shower head. She would giggle as I playfully flicked the water at her.

She would lie relaxed, purring as I played the warm shower water up and down her shiny young body. She happily let her legs fall apart as I aimed the powerful stream of water up and down between her legs from her babyish sex to her anus and back again. Her body would be covered in goose bumps, her tiny little button nipples gone erect. Her expression was dreamy while I fondled her. Often, just doing this for my baby made me wet between the legs.

I then carried my sweet child into her room, where she would then stand still as I very gently dried her with a fluffy towel. Her mouth would be slightly open as the towel passed over her. Then once Beth was dry, I would lift my naked little girl up and place her on the bed, then lie beside her, spending a while making my daughter feel good.

First I would touch her body, all over. Her arms and legs, her angel-soft tummy, her sweet bottom… then I teased her little nipples with my fingers, which never failed to make Beth giggle.

Soon my hand would glide down my three-year-old’s body, past her belly to slip between her thighs. My heart throbbed as I tenderly explored the incredible softness of Beth’s slit, and she made the most adorable sounds of joy when I fingered her. She was still too young to climax, but loved to have her vaginal cleft stroked like a baby kitten.

While I pleasured my child, I’d kiss her tiny mouth, teasing her lips with my tongue. While we had not yet advanced to full French kissing, Beth did respond to me, her own tongue sometimes emerging to toy with mine. Within a year, I estimated, she would be kissing me as lovingly as her big sister did.

Finally I would nuzzle a path down my little girl’s body, leaving a trail of tiny kisses that made Beth wriggle and squeak delightedly, until at last I lay on my belly between her legs, gazing at the pink crease of her vagina with all the love in my heart.

I unashamedly pressed gentle kisses into Beth’s sex, even licked her a bit. She loved how it felt, and let me know it with her tiny whimpers and sighs, occasionally whispering, “I love you, Mama.” Her bunny, as she called it, would be puffy and moist where I had kissed her.

After awhile, I would gently dry Beth with a tissue and put her into her nightdress. She was usually quite sleepy by then, her little head nodding as I got her ready for bed. She would fall asleep, a look of innocent contentment on her face, almost as soon as I laid her down.

Three months ago, I would have then padded back to my own room, fallen into bed and brought myself to a shuddering climax, finally giving release to the passion Beth had ignited within me.

But now that my older daughter and I had become intimate, my evening routine was very different. Once Beth was asleep, it was time for Chelsea and I to play.

Even as I tucked Beth in I could hear the sound of water running, and it made me smile. Drawing the covers up to my baby’s chin, I waited until I heard one word, gently echoing from the bath, “Mama.” Then I knew that Chelsea was ready for me.

I went into the bathroom to find my ten-year-old naked in the bath, her body partly obscured by soap suds. She splashed about and called again, “Ma-ma…” and gave a little giggle.

Quickly stripping off my t-shirt and panties, I climbed into the bath, facing my lovely daughter. She grinned excitedly, then bent down to an ample breast and took the erect tip into her mouth. As she sucked my nipple, her hand pushed its way between my thighs, seeking and finding my pussy.

I was under her spell. All I could do was cradle her face to my breasts while she pleasured me. She stopped just short of making me come, though, and I was trembling with helpless desire as my little girl stood up in front of me, then turned slowly round, allowing me to soap her all over.

Once Chelsea was facing away from me she bent forward, resting her hands on her knees. I caressed every bit of her backside with soapy fingers.

“Mama,” she whispered, arching her bottom higher. I knew what she wanted.

Spreading her buttocks, I bent down and began to lick my little girl’s pink slit. Her gasps took on a new urgency, quickly becoming moans and cries of rapture. Unlike Beth, my oldest daughter was quite capable of reaching orgasm, and making her come thrilled me as much as any sex I’d ever had. I buried my tongue in Chelsea’s anal cleft, licking up and down the smooth crack as my fingers stole between her legs to touch her there. Soon she was shivering violently, head thrown back, mewling in ecstasy as I brought her off.

As soon as Chelsea caught her breath, she turned to me and smiled. “Now you,” she whispered.

Without a word I stood, leaned back against the wall and put a leg on the edge of the bath. My girl got onto her knees before me and buried her face in my minge. Her tongue emerged to lick, caressing the sticky pink flesh, loving me just as I had her. Chelsea feasted on my pussy, then turned me around and tongued my asshole, pressing her mouth between my buttocks. Finally she nuzzled a path back to my cunt, seeking out the erect clitoris and sucking it between her lips as two of her fingers found my vaginal opening and decided to pay a visit.

I had taught her well. My thighs were quivering uncontrollably as she pushed her fingers into me, right up to the third knuckle. I screamed into my hand, clamped tightly over my mouth throughout the sweet agony of orgasm so that I wouldn’t awaken Beth.

Even after her own climax, Chelsea was still very frisky. She began to masturbate herself as I sank into the water, panting for breath. After a moment I sat up, and before I knew it, my little girl threw one leg over me, offering up her bare slit to my hungry gaze. “Mama… oh, Mama,” she begged.

I gave my daughter what she craved. She sobbed with a child’s innocent joy as I kissed, then licked at her clit until she came again. Sinking back into the water with me, Chelsea and I shared a passionate kiss.

We made love in the water. We made love wrapped in towels. And we made love on my bed. When my daughter and I finally drifted into slumber, we slept with our bare bodies entwined. I hoped that she would never tire of this delicious intimacy we had discovered together.

Then there was baby Beth. So adorable and affectionate at three… would she want to be part of our incestuous loveplay when she grew older?

Continue on to Chapter 3

By JetBoy

I gave birth to my second child, a beautiful little girl I named Beth, seven years after I had Chelsea, my firstborn. The advice I received back then was to feed Chelsea with formula milk — and I foolishly listened. Looking back, it was more to do with wanting to keep my youthful figure than anything else. I allowed myself to be selfish, at my daughter’s expense, and regretted it ever since. Now I know that for newborns, the breast is always best.

When I started nursing Beth, I’d had no idea how sexually stimulating it could be… but the first time she drank from my nipple, I was on fire! It was sensual and loving in a way that made coupling with my husband Dan seem coarse by comparison, much as I love him.

Beth positively adored being fed. In fact, even when she was three and I had no more milk to give, my baby girl still came to me to nurse… and I had decided that I would let her, for as long as she wanted. So nearly every night after her bath, I would remove all my clothes and take little naked Beth to my breast. My pussy would drip just from anticipating it.

I’d caress her bare body as she purred contently, that warm little mouth enveloping my nipple. She was totally relaxed and happily spread her legs, allowing me full access to every part of her. I would touch Beth all over as we lay naked together, even her tiny slit. It’s part of her body, after all… and, to my mind, no more wrong to fondle and caress than her toes. Besides, it made my daughter happy, and gave me pleasure, too! In fact, I often masturbated while nursing Beth, as long as no one else was around.

I think that Chelsea, who was ten at the time, was a bit jealous of the attention I gave her baby sister when she nursed from me, so I tried not to do it in her presence — especially those private times when Beth and I were nude together. I did feel regretful about having bottle fed Chelsea, but didn’t know how to make it up to her other than showing her as much affection as I could, always letting her know that she was loved. Still, I did get the feeling that, on some unconscious level, my ten-year-old sensed the special bond that Beth and I shared, and felt somewhat left out.

I began to seriously consider weaning Beth from my breast, much as the prospect saddened me. Luckily, things worked out in a much nicer way.

It happened one evening when Chelsea was at choir practice, and Beth was with me in the living room watching Blue’s Clues. My little girl was sitting on the floor at my feet, her back to the sofa. Then, during a commercial break, she turned, raised her arms to me and cooed “Mama?”

This was her signal — my child’s way of telling me that she wanted to nurse.

My heart seemed to swell in my chest as I lifted Beth into my lap, her tiny hands reaching for my breasts. Just seeing that had my pussy throbbing. Usually we waited until after her bath for our nursing session, and always did it in the upstairs bedroom, behind closed doors. But right then, she and I were the only ones home. Dan wouldn’t be home from his job at the oil rig for three more weeks, and Chelsea was good for at least another hour of choir practice. Why not? I thought.

I stripped off my t-shirt and bra, then slipped out of my panties. Now naked, I removed Beth’s frilly dress and her tiny underpants and sat back on the couch with her nestled in my lap. She fell to my left breast and its erect nipple and locked on, sucking happily.

I was already wet, so my fingers slipped into my cunt like a knife into warm butter. I began to masturbate with one hand, cradling baby Beth to my breast with the other. I don’t know why, but I was more aroused than usual — maybe it was because I was being so brazen, getting myself off near the living room window, where anyone could see me if they came near enough.

Wanting to share the pleasure I was feeling with my little girl, I began to caress her nipples, then trailed my fingers down her body until they were nestled between her thighs. I allowed a single fingertip to glide up and down Beth’s slit, touching her as I would a lover. Her eyes glazed over as we took pleasure from each other.

I was so incredibly hot by this time that I failed to see Chelsea arriving home early from choir until she entered the room, gasped in shock and fled. I was still fondling Beth’s vulva with one hand, fucking myself hard and fast with the other when the slam of the door jolted me from my sexual trance.

With a sinking heart, I knew that I’d have to have a talk with Chelsea and somehow explain what I was doing cuddling with her baby sister in such an intimate way. In the meantime, though, I couldn’t thrust Beth away while she suckled from me. So I continued to nurse her, wondering what I was going to say to Chelsea. Had she seen my hand between Beth’s legs? How was I going to make sense of something like that to a ten-year-old girl? Could I make her understand the reason for the pleasures I shared with her little sister, when I barely comprehended them myself?

Then the door opened once more, and I stared in disbelief as I saw Chelsea standing before me. She was naked.

She gazed deep into my astonished eyes, then said, “Mama?” exactly the way that Beth did when she wanted to nurse.

She never called me that anymore — for several years, I’d been “Mom” to her. My heart pounded as I realized what my little girl was asking me to do.

Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t have told her no. I extended a hand to my daughter, beckoning her to me. Chelsea knelt onto the sofa and slowly, slowly brought her mouth to my right breast. I whimpered as she lightly kissed my very erect nipple, then moaned when she sucked it into her mouth.

I stared in happy disbelief at the sight of Chelsea at my breast, a dreamy look in her eyes. Beth had nursed enough to satisfy her for now, so I laid her down by my side… where she watched her naked big sister, now experiencing the same pleasures she’d already enjoyed.

Chelsea lay sprawled on top of me, my nipple still in her warm mouth as I held her bare body to my own. A wicked impulse overtook me, and I allowed my hand to drift slowly down her back until I was caressing her pert little bottom. The purring sound she made let me know that she liked what I was doing, so I grew bolder still. My fingers delved into the crease between my little girl’s buttocks to stroke her rosebud, then journeyed down further, until I found her smooth, slippery vulva. Chelsea arched her bottom, encouraging me to touch her… and I happily obliged, stroking her slit until she was squirming atop me. She raised her face to mine, her eyes wide as new feelings surged through her boyish body. “Oh, Mom,” she whispered.

I found her clitoris and gently toyed with the tiny nubbin, quickly taking my daughter to a shuddering orgasm.

Spent, she lay in my arms, her breath warm against my tingling nipple. Meanwhile Beth was sitting up, clearly ready for more after watching her sister… and she held her hands out to me, cooing, “Mama?”

So I took baby Beth back to my breast, and she eagerly sucked my right nipple into her mouth. Chelsea turned onto her side and wrapped her arms around my neck, her sweet face now inches from mine. “I love you, Mom,” she murmured, eyes bright with joy.

“I love you too, honey,” I replied, bringing my lips to hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. When I drew away, she followed to kiss me again. This time, I traced Chelsea’s lower lip with my tongue… and my little girl simply melted into me, her mouth opening to welcome my loving intrusion.

Soon Chelsea and I were kissing passionately, our tongues engaging, mingling. Before long, she had taken my lead and slipped her hand between my legs, her fingers exploring the thick bush, seeking out and finding the moist flesh the dark curls concealed.

I guided her, silently showed her how to touch me the way I liked best. She quickly got the hang of it, and began to masturbate me while we continued to kiss. Within two minutes I was crying out loud as her little hand brought me to a blissful orgasm.

That was the end of Chelsea’s jealousy. Things were different between us, better. She now had a code word that meant I want you to make love to me. It was the word that she learned from her sister, “Mama.” When she called me that, my little girl and I would both undress and come together as lovers. And sometimes, Beth would be there too.

Continue on to Chapter 2