A Mother’s Plea, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 28, 2020 at 2:27 pm

by 3 Fingers Neat

“Hi, Mom,” I answered, clutching the phone so I wouldn’t drop it, trying to sound less dazed than I actually was.

It was 6 AM on Sunday, and I was nowhere near ready to be awake. Jenny, the girls’ PE instructor at Spiritview Elementary, had joined me for dinner to celebrate our coming week off for Thanksgiving. Dinner turned into a long evening of wine, which turned into waking up next to Jenny the following morning. When I heard Mom’s ringtone, I jumped out of bed, snatched it from the dresser, and sprinted into the living room, so I could talk to Mom without waking Jenny. I knew it had to be her – only my mother would have dared to call me at that ungodly hour.

I flicked Accept Call, then said, “Hi, Mom.”

“Good morning, Kimmer. Sorry to be calling so early.”

“It’s okay, Mom. I was already awake,” I fibbed. “What’s up?“

“Nan took a spill last night. Dad just called from the hospital to tell us she fractured her hip. He asked if we can come down and help him take care of her when she gets home. Your father and I were able to get a flight out to Phoenix this morning. We’ll be in Fountain Hills late this afternoon, just in time to meet them at the house.”

“Oh, Mom. Is she okay?” Nan is my 82-year-old tough-as-nails grandmother. I suspected that the most difficult thing they’d have to face would be keeping her in bed long enough to recuperate.

“It’s not serious, but at her age, you can’t be too careful, I suppose. You know Nan, though. When I was talking to Dad, she grabbed the phone and told me she doesn’t know what all the fuss is about. I do know that he can’t take care of her on his own.”

“He’s never been able to keep up with her. It’s good you’re going. If it was left up to Grandpa to do the cooking, they’d both starve.”

“He’s not that bad a cook. He makes great pancakes,” Mom quipped.

“He does, but that’s all he can make.” We both chuckled at the truth of that statement. “After a week of that, fractured hip or not, Nan will be up doing it herself.”

“Very likely. So, Kimmer, can you come out and stay at the house until we get back? Your father doesn’t want to be gone without someone here to keep an eye on things.”

“Sure, Mom. Wow, I guess that means we won’t be having Thanksgiving this year.”

“Oh, honey. I’m sorry. I hadn’t even thought about that!”

“Don’t worry, Mom. I have friends who’ll take pity on me. Of course, I’ll have to do some research to find out which of them make their own cranberry sauce. You know I won’t eat it if it comes from a can. Yuck!”

“Listen, hon, I’ve got a better idea. I bought everything for dinner yesterday. Why don’t you invite some friends over and be a host instead of a guest?”

Mulling over the idea, I decided that she was right. I knew that when Mom said she’d bought everything, she meant it, with more than a few bottles of very good wine included on the shopping list.

“Sounds like a plan, Mom. I’ll get dressed now and be out to the house by noon. Have a great trip and tell everyone hello for me, with extra hugs and kisses for Nan and Pop.”

“We’ll text when we land, then call you when we get to the house.”

“Thanks, Mom. Enjoy the flight.”

When I hung up, it hit me that if I was staying at Mom and Dad’s, I wouldn’t be able to go away for that hot weekend with eleven-year-old Chelsea. “Damn!” I hissed in frustration.

I started dialing Karen’s cell to tell her the change in plans, that I’d have to cancel my little vacation with her daughter. Thankfully, I quickly realized it was still dark outside — much too early to call. It was Sunday morning and I had nowhere to be but back in bed with Jenny. As I padded naked through the house, I wondered how she’d react to waking up with my face between her legs.

It turned out that rousing Jenny by French kissing her pussy was a hit. We finally got out of bed after a long session of fingers, tongues, and, on a dare, a rather large silicon strap-on, a gag gift from my girlfriends in college, still in the package it came in. When Jenny saw it at the bottom of my toy chest, she said, “Bet I could handle that.”

I fired back, “I dare you to try.”

She grabbed the package and ripped it open, licked the length of the huge toy, then handed it to me, murmuring, “Fuck me, lover.”

As I strapped on the large appendage Jenny stretched out on the bed, pulling her knees back to her chest. I was mesmerized as she inserted two fingers in each side of her cunt, stretching herself open to accept the girth of the cock. She was already dripping wet, so I placed the tip of the tool between her lips and slowly pushed my way inside.

True to her word, Jenny took every inch of the massive toy. I loved the feeling of her arms and legs wrapped around my back as I withdrew the huge cock almost entirely out of her vagina before forcefully pushing it back in. On every downstroke she moaned how good it felt, begging me to fuck her harder, harder! I was more than happy to oblige, driving Jenny to a huge orgasm that had her screaming my name to the ceiling. After that, we both fell asleep again.

After a long shower and a late breakfast, we got dressed, exchanged goodbye kisses, and I walked Jenny to the door. But just before she could leave, I grabbed her ass and drew her to me. Our vulvas ground together through our clothes, and I found myself wanting one more taste. I slowly kissed my way down her neck as I unzipped her skirt, letting it drop it to the floor.

“Kim, are you kidding me? Again?”

“Babe, I can’t get enough of you,” I said as I pushed her against the wall. Getting down on my knees, I shoved her legs apart, and she guided my face to her panty-covered pussy. I covered Jenny’s mound with my lips, already tasting her juices as I sucked her folds through the light cotton material.

Soon, Jenny had both hands tangled in my hair as she rotated her hips forward to fuck my face. Within minutes, I felt her tense as she came. My reward was a mouth filled with more of her sweet cream, filtered through a very wet pair of panties.

I sat back and grinned up at Jenny. “Yum.”

“You insatiable bitch,” she said, laughing. “Now I’ve got to swing by home and put on fresh underwear. These are wrecked for the day.”

“C’mon, it was worth it,” I said, pulling her skirt back up and fastening it. The kiss Jenny gave me made it clear that she agreed.

I waved at Jenny as she drove away, then remembered that I needed to call Karen. Still savoring the taste of pussy on my lips, I grabbed my phone and dialed her up.


“Karen, it’s Kim. How’s your Sunday?”

“Hey, Kim. We just got back from brunch at Salish Lodge. The falls were spectacular today.” Salish Lodge is a hotel that sits atop a cliff next to Snoqualmie Falls, about 25 miles east of Seattle. It’s one of my favorite places to go for brunch.

“I’d say I’m jealous, but I had a wonderful evening last night. It was so good it just ended a few minutes ago.” Karen knew of my propensity for sharing my bed with other women, having recently enjoyed my company the prior weekend. That meeting started as a discussion about her request that I make love to Chelsea, her eleven-year-old daughter. We did have the discussion and plans had been set to make that request a reality, then the evening found the two of us making love on Chelsea’s bed.

“Oooh! That sounds like fun. Anyone, I know? Wait, don’t tell me. I’ll bet it was Jenny, that cute brunette I’ve seen you with.”

“None other. We had a great time. Hey, I’m calling with some bad news. My grandmother took a spill last night, and my parents are flying to Phoenix today so they can stay with her until she’s up and around. Mom and Dad need me to house sit while they’re gone. I’m afraid that means that the weekend with Chelsea isn’t going to work out.”

“Kim, I’m so sorry to hear about your grandmother. I hope she gets better soon.”

“Thanks, Karen. She’s a tough nut. I don’t think this will keep her down for long. It’s really too bad about next weekend, though. You know how much I was looking forward to spending it with Chelsea. Can you get out of the hotel reservation?”

“Kim, I can cancel the reservation, no problem, but I don’t think the weekend with Chelsea needs to be scratched.”

“Have you got an idea, then? Because I would love to find a way to make it work.”

“I told Jim that Chelsea would be staying with her friend Emily while we’re away, but last night we found out Emily’s little brother is down with the flu. Jim heard the news when I did, and he said Chelsea would have to go along with us, then. He was really disappointed because he knows we need this weekend away. So I took a chance and mentioned that you might be willing to watch Chelsea. He was a little surprised but said he didn’t have a problem with it. He knows how well you two get along. So, if you’re okay with it, why not just have Chelsea stay with you at your parent’s place next weekend?”

By then, I was grinning from ear to ear. “Karen, that’s a great idea. We’ll have the whole house to ourselves. It’s up in Snohomish County and is very secluded. Chelsea will love it. We even have room to kick a soccer ball around. I’ll be at my parent’s starting tonight, but I can drive back into town and pick her up on Friday morning. Would nine in the morning be too early to come by?”

“No, it’s perfect. It’ll get us on the road that much earlier. I’ll have Chelsea all packed up and ready to go.” She lowered her voice to a murmur. “Remember, Kim, I really want this to happen between you two. Show my little girl how wonderful it is to be with a woman.”


I woke up early on Friday, long before the alarm clock was set to go off. Cleaning up after hosting Thanksgiving dinner for three couples and Jenny had me in bed by 9 PM. I woke up rested, refreshed and more than a little anxious about my weekend with Chelsea.

Earlier in the week, I made the decision that I wasn’t going to force anything with Chelsea. Sure, her mom had asked me to introduce her to lesbian sex, and there was nothing I wanted more. The thing was, that little minx had stolen my heart, leaving me head-over-heels in love with her. I knew I couldn’t do anything that would frighten Chelsea, or make her upset. If the circumstances were right and she was willing, then it would happen. If not, then it was going to be a great girl’s weekend of pizza, movies, long walks and friendly talks.

Jim was loading the car when I arrived to pick up Chelsea. I saw what I assumed to be his leather weekend bag and two large suitcases that clearly weren’t his. When I got out of my car, the first thing I said was, “Can I assume that one of you doesn’t know how to pack for a weekend getaway?”

Jim snickered. “It’s a lot worse when we go away for a week or more. She took three bags on our last trip to Kauai and ended up wearing two swimsuits, two pairs of shorts, a few blouses, a couple of pairs of sandals and one dress. She could have fit it all in a backpack. But, no, she took three full-sized suitcases.”

“We girls like to have options, Jim.”

“Oh, I know. I love to tease her about it. It’s been our running joke for years. Say, thanks a million for keeping Chelsea company this weekend. She’s really excited to hang out with you somewhere besides at school. Or, maybe she just wants a vacation away from the parental units. She’s getting to that age, y’know. We’re not cool enough for her anymore.”

“Oh, Jim, I don’t think that’s the case at all. You should hear her talking about you and Karen at school. She never has a negative thing to say… unlike some of the other kids.” Actually, Chelsea didn’t talk that much about her parents, but their relationship seemed a solid one, enough to excuse my little white lie.

That’s good to hear. So I hear you’re staying at your parents’ place, out near Woodinville? Karen was telling me about it. Sounds nice. Anyhow, if you have any problems, give us a call.”

“I will. I’m sure we’ll be fine, though. Chelsea’s the most self-contained kid I know. It’ll be just like spending the weekend with one of my good friends.”

“Ms. Johnson! You’re here!” Chelsea screamed as she ran towards me, her arms spread wide for a big hug.

“Hi, Chels,” I said as she squeezed me. When she let me go, I placed both hands on her shoulders, stepping back to get a good look at her. “Oh, my, you look beautiful. I love that blouse, and the jacket is a perfect match. Did someone go shopping this week, then?”

She couldn’t stop grinning. “Mom took me. She said I needed some nice clothes if I was going to be spending the weekend with you.”

I glanced up to see Karen watching us. She motioned for me to come inside. I turned to Chelsea and said, “I think your mom wants to talk to me. Be right back.” I hastened indoors as Jim grabbed his daughter’s bag and took it to my car.

Karen led me inside and upstairs to Chelsea’s room. We could hear Jim’s voice, so we were safe for the time being. Karen pulled me close. She parted her lips to speak, but I immediately stopped her.

“Karen, I know what you’re going to say. You want me to promise to tell you everything that happens this weekend. I understand how much you want to be a part of this. I also know how much you want to be the one making love to Chelsea. I get that.

“What you need to know is I love your daughter. I love her as much as I have ever loved anyone, and I won’t do anything that will hurt her. If she doesn’t want to do the things I want to do, then I won’t push it and we’ll have a fun girl’s weekend. Oh, and if we do end up going to bed together, I’ll let her set the pace. When the weekend’s over and I know how Chelsea feels about what did or didn’t happen, you and I will talk. I can’t promise you I’ll tell you everything because I need to know how that will affect her first.”

Reaching out, Karen took my hands in hers. “I wasn’t worried, Kim. This wouldn’t be happening if I thought for an instant that you would do anything to hurt my little girl. And, you’re right. I love her so much and wish with all my heart that…” She paused. “Kim, I’d give anything to be going with the two of you.” With a smile, she said, “Thinking of you and Chelsea lying naked in each other’s arms… well, it’s getting me incredibly hot and bothered. I only hope Jim is ready for me to fuck him silly.” She kissed me on the cheek, brought her lips to my ear and whispered, “I hope you get everything you want this weekend. And, if you decide it’s the right thing to do, I would like to hear all about it. Perhaps one day, we can find some alone time and you can do to me everything you do to her.”

“I like the sound of that,” I said and kissed her lips.

Suddenly Karen looked at me, all business. “Okay, you have our cell numbers. We’ll be staying at Suncadia Resort and we can be back in a couple of hours if need be. By the way, I took Chelsea shopping this week. I told her that if she was going to have a sleepover with you then she needed some nicer clothes. We got a couple of new outfits, some really cute underthings, and a pair of pajamas, but I suspect she’ll want to spend the night in her new undies. Chelsea mentioned more than once that she hoped you liked what we picked out.” She laughed, “At the age of eleven, she’s dressing for another woman.”

“Mo-om!” Chelsea yelled from the hall. “Where are you?” She turned the corner into her room, coming to a dead halt as she saw the two of us with our arms around each other. “Uhm… what are you guys doing?”

Karen quickly responded, going over to Chelsea and kneeling down so she was at eye level with her little girl. “Nothing, kiddo. I had a few things I wanted to make sure that Kim knew about before you leave. Where we’re going to be, how to get hold of us. That sort of stuff.”

Chelsea looked at me over her mother’s shoulder. I knew she’d seen us hugging, and wasn’t fooled one bit by her mother’s explanation. My smart little friend would definitely be asking about this later.

After many goodbye hugs, we were on the road. It was an hour’s drive to my parent’s house so I stopped at Starbucks to fuel up. We popped into the store to place our orders at the counter. I got a Grande Vanilla Latte and Chelsea opted for a London Fog.

Once we’d climbed back into the car and pulled the doors shut, I took Chelsea’s hand in mine, deciding the time was right to discuss our weekend together. “Chels, what you and I are having here is a girl’s getaway. For the next three days, I’m your friend Kim, not Ms. Johnson. I’m not your teacher, and I’m not a friend of your parents. We have nowhere we need to be and nothing we have to do this weekend. I didn’t give you any homework to do, so we’re completely free to enjoy each other’s company. We can eat what we want, wear what we want, stay up as late as we want, watch whatever we want, and talk about anything you want to talk about. Nothing is off-limits. We’re free to be our real selves! How does that sound?”

“I like that… Kim. No limits? We can do anything? Really?”

I could see the wheels turning in my little love’s head. “Anything,” I replied.

When I’d planned this talk, I hadn’t been able to imagine how Chelsea would react. Now, in the moment, I saw her wrestling with the implications of what I shared with her. What would her response be to what I was about to say?

Pulse racing, heart in my throat, I soldiered on. “Chelsea, there’s something else I need to tell you. It’s very important you know this, and I’m very nervous admitting it, so please hear me out before you say anything.”

I paused, waiting for a signal of her approval. At her nod, I continued.

“Chelsea, I… I love you. I love everything about you. You’ve always been kind to me, always there with a smile when I’m feeling down. I’m in awe of your confidence, how loyal you are to your friends. You’re intelligent, one of the brightest pupils I’ve ever had. And oh my God, you are so incredibly beautiful. The sight of that pretty face makes me feel all mixed up inside. You’re my best friend in this entire world, and I love you with all my heart.”

Just as I got the last word out, Chelsea blurted, “Oh, Ms. Johnson, I mean Kim… I love you, too! I’ve loved you ever since that first time we met. You always make me feel so smart and special, and… and… I just love you!” By then, she was so filled with emotion that tears were rolling down her sweet little face.

I cupped her face, gently brushing the tears away. “My angel,” I whispered.

Chelsea stared up at me, her eyes filled with hope. “Does this mean I’m, um, your girlfriend?”

“I am yours and you are mine, my love,” I replied, my own tears starting to flow. We leaned toward each other and hugged as best we could in the small car. I buried my face in Chelsea’s neck, taking in the smell of her warm skin and the flowery scent of her shampoo, kissing that tender spot just below her ear.

Finally, we drifted apart, exchanging shy smiles, then I gave her nose a playful tweak. “Okay, little one. We need to hit the road. We’ve got a bit of a drive to our weekend getaway. You’re in charge of music and snacks. There’s a bag of goodies right behind the console. Are you ready to fly?”

“Let’s go!” Chelsea said – emphatically pointing forward before she remembered that we were in a parking spot. She giggled. “After we back up, that is.”

Chelsea rocked the songs all the way to our destination. She hooked up her phone to the car sound system and played favorites from her Spotify account. We bounced from country to rap, from classic rock to Disney tunes. Every song was a singer and we sang and danced in our seats the entire trip.

Arriving at the house, we grabbed our bags and went inside. We dumped our stuff in my old quarters, then I led the way to the master bedroom. “Here we are!” I exclaimed.

“Oooohh, it’s nice,”.Chelsea said, looking around. She seemed to take it for granted that we’d be sharing a bed. Good sign, I thought.

I briskly rubbed my hands together. “So, Chels, are you hungry?”

“I could eat something, yeah. I had, like, a muffin this morning. Kim… mmm, I like calling you that… where’s the bathroom?”

“It’s right down that hall. Do you need me to come help you?”

“I think I can handle that on my own,” she giggled.

When I heard the bathroom door close, I allowed myself to relax, leaning back against the counter. I took a moment to think through everything that had happened. Chelsea and I had taken our friendship to the next level. But would she be willing to go further?

When she returned to the kitchen, I was waiting with open arms. “I love you, Chelsea,” I reminded her, and we embraced. When she looked up at me, I took her face in both hands and slowly brought my mouth to hers. She met me halfway.

Our kiss was tentative at first but slowly grew more heated as she parted her lips to allow my tongue into her waiting mouth. As our tongues danced together, she hesitantly placed both hands on my belly, barely touching the bottoms of my breasts. I could tell that she wanted more but was too shy to go for it.

I gently broke away from our kiss and looked down at her with a little smile.

“You want to touch my breasts, don’t you?” She blushed but managed to nod. “It’s okay. You’re my girlfriend now. You can, if you want.” She was too surprised to respond, so I added, “Would you like to see them first? If you do, you need to tell me. I’ll undress for you, but first I need to know that you want me to.”

Chelsea looked up at me and quietly said, “You really meant it, when you said we could be girlfriends?”

“Chels, I’ll never tell you anything that isn’t true. I meant what I said with all my heart. I love you, and I want to make you happy. So… would you like to see them?”

The smile she gave me then could have outshone the morning sky. “Yes, please.”

I raised my sweatshirt to reveal my favorite lavender cotton bra. My stiffened nipples were clearly visible through the soft material of each small cup. Reaching behind, I carefully undid the clasp – then, getting an interesting idea, lowered my hands. “Would you like to take it off for me?” I said.

Chelsea reached up to take hold of the straps, then slowly drew the bra away from my body. Her gaze never shifted from my bare upper half as she let the bra fall to the counter.

I watched as she took a deep, calming breath, then placed both hands on my breasts. When she looked at me for approval, I nodded, then moaned as she gave them an experimental squeeze.

“Do you like them?” I said.

“Yes,” she breathed. “They’re… wow, they’re perfect. They’re a lot like my mom’s. Your nipples are really pointy. Oh, Kim, I love them.”

Oho, I thought. Sounds like she’s more than a little interested in her mother’s tits. “If you want to help me feel really, really good, play with my nipples. I like that a lot.”

Chelsea seemed to fall into a trance as she toyed with the tips of my breasts, lightly pinching them.

“Try rolling them between your index fingers and thumbs… you’ll feel them get even harder.” My apt young student quickly mastered this new technique and soon had me panting with pleasure. “Oh, sweetheart, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

I could feel electricity simmering through me, steadily rising as my angel lavished attention on my nipples. But I knew that if I let her continue, she would make me come… and I wanted our first time together to be all about Chelsea.

I quickly placed my hands atop hers pressing them against my breasts. “Oh, my! Chelsea, that was wonderful. I can’t believe how good it felt. Will you let me show you how nice it can be?” Chelsea gave me a bashful little nod, so I reversed our positions, lifted her by the waist and deposited the giggling girl on the counter.

“Lift your arms, little one,” I said, grasping the hem of Chelsea’s sweater. Her young body was slowly revealed to me as I tugged the sweater up and over her head. She was taut and lithe, with flawless skin that begged to be caressed. Her long blonde hair made a beautiful mess as it fell from the sweater and over her face, those tawny locks all but glowing in the late morning light. “Are you under there?” I joked, using both hands to caress the hair from her face. The reveal exposed a youthful face that was both expectant and aglow with passion.

I slid my hands down Chelsea’s neck and shoulders, letting them come to rest on the sides of her chest. Her training bra was a pale pink cotton with a subtle floral pattern that was sketched in faded seafoam green outlines. Our eyes met in anticipation of the next movement or word, each caught in the other’s spell. We both breathed a sigh when I used my thumbs to lightly brush over the soft cotton fabric that concealed my darling’s nipples. With the lightest of touches, I rubbed the thin fabric, feeling the tips stiffen with each stroke. I watched Chelsea’s eyes drifting shut as her head tilted back and her breathing deepened. I could feel this precious child’s love, warming the very room, moving me to the brink of joyous tears.

“Chelsea, may I remove your bra?” I asked as I continued to tease her nipples into hard nubs.

“Yes,” she moaned in a sultry tone that belied her youth.

Reaching around to unhook the catch brought my face very close to her breasts. That was when I caught a hint of the same perfume Chelsea’s mother wore. I still recalled the fragrance from when Karen and I had made love.

An eleven-year-old girl would need guidance to know how to wear such a scent. Choosing the fragrance, knowing where to apply it and the amount to use for maximum effect, that was the knowledge of a seasoned seductress, not a child.

“Sweetheart, I love your perfume. Did your mother help you pick it out?”

Chelsea looked at me, then slowly nodded. “Mom said you’d like it if I wore just a little bit, here and here,” pointing to each of her budding breasts. “She put it on for me, so I’d know how to do it next time.”

I allowed my fingers to glide across the cups of her bra. “Did you like it when your mother touched your nipples?”

Chelsea gave me a nervous look. “Um, yeah.”

I unsnapped the clasp of the bra and slipped it down Chelsea’s arms, baring her breasts. They were just beginning to blossom in perfect proportion to her petite frame, capped with small pink nipples.

Stunned at the beauty of my young lover, my staring must have made her impatient. Without a word, she brought a hand to my head and lightly stroked my hair. As her fingers curved around the back of my head, she applied the slightest hint of pressure, wishing my head forward. I submitted without a murmur, letting Chelsea guide me where she wanted.

My lips parted slightly as they grazed her left nipple and I extended my tongue, letting it glide slowly over the tip. I could feel it harden even more, responding to my licking, begging to be taken between my lips and sucked. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she involuntarily arched her chest.

So she likes that, I thought. I licked circles around the tiny areola without touching the swollen tip. I knew her nipples were on fire, wanting to be sucked, because that’s exactly how mine felt – so hard they hurt, puffy and swollen, aching for the touch of a warm mouth.

I pressed my lips against her chest and sucked her nipple between them. She gasped, a hard shiver surging through her slender form. I released it for an instant, then sucked her nipple back into my mouth again. A soft moan escaped her lips.

“Ms. Johnson, that feels s-so good,” my little lover said, responding from habit.

I switched to her right nipple, giving it the same focused attention. Chelsea’s hands were tangled in my hair, clutching me to her, as if she was afraid I might stop. Her breathing had become a pleading whimper, begging me without words to continue.

I knew that this was exactly where I wanted to be. This was the love that I had longed for my entire life. And with every kiss, I felt that love grow for my beautiful little girl.

“Chelsea?” I asked as I raised my face to hers. “May I take off your jeans?” The gleam in her eyes as she nodded told me she knew exactly what my question meant. Before I even had to ask, she placed both hands on the counter and lifted her hips. I quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them past her hips, revealing a tiny pair of pale pink cotton panties that matched her bra. Karen got those for her, I told myself.

Realizing that her shoes had to come off before I could fully undress her, I knelt to unlace Chelsea’s white Chuck Taylor All-Stars.

“Kim?” she whispered as I tugged one sneaker off, then the other. She hadn’t bothered with socks.

“Hmmm?” The jeans now ringed Chelsea’s ankles. I slipped them over her feet.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.” I stood up, took the nearly naked child into my arms and gave her a long, luscious kiss, then let our foreheads touch. “Are you sure about this? Do you want me to keep going?”

That sweet smile of hers nearly undid me. “Yes, Kim. I want this more than anything.”

“So do I, little one. So do I.”

Chelsea laid back on the cool tile countertop., then I took hold of the waistband of her pretty panties, paused for a deep breath, and slid them down and off. Unable to resist the impulse, I pressed those warm undies to my face, drinking in the child’s lovely scent.

“Wow,” Chelsea breathed, staring at me. I took one last sniff, placed her panties next to the matching bra, then turned my full attention to a very nude eleven-year-old girl.

I had played and replayed this scene in my head for many months. Dreams of this moment, my most vivid fantasy, had fueled countless hours of masturbation. Chelsea’s legs were slightly parted, allowing me the briefest glimpse of her pussy; smooth, pink and perfect. What my fantasy couldn’t capture was the aroma of my angel’s excitement. It was unmistakably feminine and powerfully sensual. I leaned down and breathed in her essence, feeling its warmth flow through my entire body. Never in my life had I been so utterly thrilled by a mere fragrance.

Lifting Chelsea’s legs, I grasped them behind her knees, slowly pressing my lover’s thighs back until they touched her chest. “Hold your legs,” I told her. She wrapped both arms around them, and I bent to take a close look at her sex.

My senses were rocked as I watched Chelsea’s cunt slowly open, the wet lips separating to reveal the juicy interior of the vagina.

I feasted on the sight of the pink innocence displayed in front of me. Moist and puffy, her pussy seemed to invite me to taste its sweetness. I watched in awe as a drop of my little girl’s nectar trickled out of her hole and down to her rosebud. Unable to wait any longer, I leaned down and licked her tight hole, letting the taste explode on my tongue, savoring its tart flavor.

I licked my young lover again, this time from her asshole to her clit, the very same way I’d had licked her mother a few weeks ago. Chelsea reacted with a long moan, then gasped, “Oh! Oh my gosh, Kim!”

Over and over again, I bathed her openings with those long, loving licks. With every swipe of my tongue, Chelsea shivered, those tremors growing in strength until she was shaking from head to toe, still clutching both her knees to her chest. Each time I licked her clit, that spark got stronger and stronger until, as if she’d been hit by an electric shock, I felt every muscle in her body begin to spasm.

I continued to pleasure Chelsea as long as I could maintain contact while her body jolted and jerked. Her cries filled my parent’s kitchen and echoed through the house. When I knew she was nearing the peak, I covered her entire pussy and sucked it into my mouth, feasting on my girl’s sweet essence, letting it flow down my throat like warm honey.

I raised my face from between Chelsea’s thighs and stood up straight up, watching my young lover uncurl on the counter top like a dozing kitten. Her eyes were closed, her face glowing with bliss.

Picking up Chelsea, I hugged her to me. She lifted her face to mine and we kissed, sharing her juices as she licked them from my lips. Cradling her in my arms, I carried her through the house to my old bedroom. I gently laid her down on the bed, then stretched out alongside. She nestled into me, and we cuddled together.

“Did you like that?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, yes, very much,” she responded with a smile. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“I loved being able to do that for you.”

“It was wonderful. Thank you.” Chelsea looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then asked, “Does my mom have orgasms as good as that?”

That confused me at first, but then I realized what Chelsea was trying to say – that she knew about her mother and me. “Well, I did promise to never lie to you. So, yes, your mother has great orgasms. Almost as good as yours.”

She grinned. “I figured you and her had sex on my bed the night you came over to the house. There was a damp place on my comforter, and I could smell both of you.”

“So, then… it’s okay that I had sex with your mother?”

“Oh, sure. You made her happy. I can tell by how she talks about you. She likes you a lot.” Then Chelsea got quiet and looked away for a brief moment. “Kim, there’s something I kinda need to tell you, but it’s a big secret. You won’t tell it to anyone, right?”

“Of course not, Chelsea. I would never break a confidence with you. What is it, little one?”

Chelsea hesitated, and her eyes started to glisten with tears. “I… I love my mom. Is that bad?”

I didn’t understand, not at first. “No, silly. Of course you love your mom.”

“But is it okay to, to love her the same way I love you? I mean… sometimes, I want to kiss her. Really kiss her, the way you and I do.”

If I hadn’t known Chelsea like I did, I might have been more surprised than I was. But I’d seen the lingering hugs between them, the adoration in Chelsea’s eyes. It hadn’t occurred to me until then that she might want her mother as a lover. Now, I couldn’t believe I’d failed to pick up on what now seemed so obvious.

“Chelsea, lots of people wouldn’t agree with me, but I don’t think it’s wrong for you to want your mother that way. When did you start having those feelings?”

“I guess it was right after this school year started, when I’d come home and tell Mom about how my day was. We’d curl up on the couch and I’d talk about your class and how much fun I was having. It was nice, being close to her like that. She strokes my hair, touches my back, my legs and tummy, and gives me little kisses. I already knew I was in love with you, Kim… but then I was kind of also in love with her, too.”

“It sounds like you have a very close relationship, and you’d like it to be even closer. Do you want her to make love to you, the way I just did?”

She was nibbling her lower lip. “Is it bad for me to feel like that?”

“No, Chelsea, I don’t think so. Have you ever tried to let your mom know how you feel?”

She blushed. “Well… sometimes, if my dad’s not there, I go around in just my underpants, and I leave the door open when I’m taking a shower or getting undressed. And a couple of times, I — I took off all my clothes, lay down and touched myself, when I thought she might walk past my room and see.”

Hearing this had my pulse racing. “Did it work, do you think?”

“Um, maybe? She never tells me to get dressed… and she is looking, I can tell. But I don’t know if she loves me the way I love her.” She sighed.

I weighed my options, then made a decision. Karen would have a full-on meltdown if she knew what I was about to tell her daughter, but it had to be said. “Chelsea, I have a little secret to tell you, too. Will you promise not to share it with anyone, especially your mom?”

“Of course. I can keep a secret.”

“Chelsea, I know for a fact that your mother wants you that way. Would you be surprised if I told you that she set up this weekend so you and I could have sex?”

For a few heartbeats, all she could do was gape at me. Finally, she managed to exclaim, “What? Really? She did?”

“Sweetheart, didn’t you wonder why she helped you pick out clothes for the weekend? Why she bought you such pretty new underwear? Why she put perfume on your nipples? Your mother worked very hard to make this weekend perfect for both of us. She set this all up because she wanted me to be your first lover.” I allowed my hand to drift between Chelsea’s thighs, teasing her cunt with a finger. “If you like, we can work out a way to make her your second lover.”

“Wow.” She lay back, a dreamy cast to her eyes. “That… that would be so cool.”

“Now, my darling one, we have an entire weekend to continue what we’ve started. Want to fool around some more?”

I never heard Chelsea’s answer because she launched herself into motion, landing on top of me, kissing me over and over.

Currently being sketched out in the Story Design Studio… Chapter Four!


9 Comments on A Mother’s Plea, Chapter 3

  1. Captcool says:

    Wow, this is turning into such a yummy story. Can’t wait for the next chapter. 3 Fingers Neat, you’re such an excellent story teller. Thank you.

  2. N C Bright says:

    Fingers Neat Thank you for sharing such a wonderful story. Looking forward for chapter 3. Please dont keep us waiting to long. Thank you.

  3. Euphorsyne, Thalia & Aglaia says:

    As Captcool said: Oh WOW!
    loved the way Karen was so quick to adapt to Kim’s weekend predicament for her planned
    “tete a tete” with her cute daughter,Chelsea. Also loved the sweet, tender beginning as Ms. Johnson, er, I mean Kim and Chelsea explored their desires for each other…Mmm,so good!

    Great chapter, 3 Fingers Neat!…a whole weekend of delicious fun awaits for the characters and us readers, too!


  4. sue says:

    Yes, just what, E T & A said. Loved the slow build up and the great descriptions of the action from Kim’s view point. Left us wanting more, even though we couldn’t take anymore by the end.

    Kim & Sue

  5. David says:

    WOW that was so erotic! 3 Fingers Neat I find it hard that this is your first time to write erotica because your attention to detail is amazing.
    The kitchen counter scene was so hot, the way you undressed her and licked her to orgasm. I am so hooked I can’t wait for Chapter 4. I hope I don’t have to wait long. Thanks again!

  6. 3FingersNeat says:

    Thank you for reading the story. And, thank you for the kind words. This story doesn’t happen with the nuanced eroticism and sensuality you have noted without the seasoned editing provided by my friend, Jetboy. I wrote a good story. He moves it towards great.

    Chapter 4 is in the works. Love will continue to be the foundation of Chelsea and Kim’s relationship. That, I believe, is what makes the story work. There is a fun story twist coming that I think you will like.

    On a personal note, I hope you are all surviving these troubled times. Stay strong. We will get through this together.

    • JetBoy says:

      My editing, such as it is, would mean nothing without a good story to start with. Believe me, cleaning up the detritus of a bad piece of erotica feels an awful lot like work. Thankfully, I’ve been lucky enough to ply my craft with some very promising writers, of which 3 Fingers Neat is a fine example.

      The goal is to help polish and streamline their work, yes… but also to give them what tools I can to make them better at what they do, to help them grow as authors. Admittedly, taking a legitimate writing class from a trailed professional would probably get better results… but I cost a lot less!

  7. Sallydrewett says:

    Sure am loving this story…..can’t wait for chapter 4

  8. Jay says:

    A great tale of love and understanding from all involved. Its what makes it so special. What a wonderful world it could be. Thanks
    I love this place.


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