Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from JetBoy: It’s always a joy to receive a new story from site friend No One… especially when it follows on from a previous gem of his. If you have yet to read the original “Idol” please pay that excellent story a visit before delving into this sequel.

 

By No One

“Then on the week of March 2, there’s Baltimore, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, Columbus, Cincinnati, Louisville, Indianapolis…” Matthew was rattling off upcoming tour dates.

Shana was only halfway paying attention. It didn’t matter much to her where she played, as long as she was in front of an enthusiastic crowd. She’d gone from being the opening act in small clubs to filling stadiums all over the world, and as long as she felt that connection between herself and the audience, Shana was happy. That said, of course, having a huge crowd chanting her name beat the hell out of scattered applause at open mic nights.

“…Minneapolis, Fargo, and then we have an off day. I believe you requested that specifically,” her assistant finished.

“Yeah. After two weeks of non-stop shows every day, it’ll be good to have a little break.” Of course, she had a much better reason for wanting time off in Zoe’s hometown, but that was none of Matthew’s business.

There was a knock at the door, and Matthew went to get it, saying, “That would be Mr. Roberts with the contract.”

Indeed, as soon as he opened the door, the lawyer walked in as if he owned the place. “Shana! How you doin’, superstar?” he said in his thick New York accent.

“Pretty good, Jim. How are you?”

“Yeah, yeah, never better. Got that record contract with PDR for you right here.” He patted his briefcase.

“Good. Everything in order, then?”

“Sure, sure. No problem at all with the text. Just, um…” he hesitated.

“Yes?”

“Well, you sure you wanna stick with these guys? I know you’re sick of hearin’ me say it, but  you could get a helluva better deal with one of the bigger labels.”

Shana chuckled. “Oh, probably. But they’ve been good to me over the years, I’m fine with sharing the success with them. I don’t need all the money in the world.”

Roberts scoffed at that and gave her a look as if she was crazy, but finally shrugged.

Lawyers, Shana thought. “And anyway, you can’t get a much cooler label name than Pink Dragon Records.”

As she signed the numerous pages that needed her approval, she asked, “Anything else for today, Matthew?”

“There’s the matter of the Wilkinson Children’s Hospital, whose renovation fund you largely contributed to last year, if you recall…?”

“Oh, yeah. What happened with that, anyway?”

“The work is under way, but it seems that, due to some unforeseen expenses, there is a shortfall in the finances of around”—Matthew consulted his notes—”$60,000. They apologize profusely, but ask if you could perhaps—”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Shana waved the details away. “Give ‘em what they need. Make it, like, 75K to be sure.”

“Very well.”

Shana finished signing the last page, and handed the stack of papers to Roberts. “There. All done.”

“Great, great,” the lawyer said. “Now, second order of business: this lawsuit from your mother. I think we reached a pretty good agreement there. Settlement of 100K, then boom, all done. You never have to hear her name again.”

Shana turned an icy stare on the man. “That’s not what I asked you to do. You need to tell her to fuck off. In legal terms. There is no settlement, I’m not giving her a dime.”

Roberts winced. “Shana, c’mon, you’re killing me here. This is a good deal. And her claim has some merit. She did help to launch your career, representing you and such, all without official remuneration. And… this is peanuts to you. I literally just watched you give over nearly as much like it was nothing.”

“That was for charity.” Shana took a deep breath. “ ’Helped launch my career.’ Let me tell you about her so-called help.

“This is back when I’d recorded my first demo, such as it was, on an old-ass boombox, right? One day, Mom comes up to me and says, ‘I’ve got you a record deal!’ I’m all excited, of course, and we go to this producer’s office. Shitty-looking place. Before I go in, she tells me, ‘Now, you do everything this man tells you to do, and we’ll be set. Think about the career you’ll have, the money we’ll make. That’s worth sucking a cock or two, right?’ That’s what her ‘help’ is like. Trying to whore me out. I was 16.”

“Jesus,” Roberts said simply.

“Yeah. So I walked in, and it really didn’t take long for that pig to drop his pants. And… I considered it, I really did. A music career. All I’ve ever wanted. Here was my chance. But I thought… Nah. Fuck that—and not in the way he wants. I don’t need this kind of chance, I’ll make my own. And I gave him the finger, and walked out.

“Mom was furious. ‘After all, I’ve done for you’ and blah blah blah. Slapped the shit out of me. And you know what? The next fucking day, I get a call from Pink Dragon—who you want me to drop, right?—saying they were interested in my demo. My demo that I had sent them myself—I think I even paid the postage. They wanted to try recording a more professional demo and see what we could do together. No cocksucking involved. And that was the beginning of ‘Shana Belle.’

“So no, that fucking bitch didn’t help me with shit. At best, she paid for some music lessons, and she already got that money back a thousandfold when I was stupid enough to let her leech off me for a while after that. And she used that time to try to keep a good chunk of my earnings for herself. So please, go back and tell her to fuck off with her settlement. Prostitution of minors is still a crime, right? Maybe remind her of that story.”

The lawyer slowly nodded. “Yeah. That’s… that could be some good leverage. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.”

Roberts took his leave, and Shana let out a long sigh, rubbing her temples. “Are we done?” she asked Matthew.

The man looked at his notes, though Shana was pretty sure he knew every point of order by heart, and took a moment to clear his throat. “Well, there is one more… delicate matter.”

Shana grimaced. “Matthew, I don’t like it when you hesitate. That’s never a good sign.”  Her assistant was a very straightforward person, if a bit wordy. He only became tentative when he knew some news would piss her off.

“Yes, well, a certain”—he glanced at his clipboard—“Sandra Elmer has been trying to contact you. At first, I thought she was simply an obsessive fan and tried to turn her away, but I’m given to understand that you do know her…?”

Shana frowned in concentration. The name did sound familiar. Then an image popped in her mind: blonde girl, maybe 20, but could pass for younger with her petite, flat figure. Definitely Shana’s type.

“Oh. Right. Girl I met last year in… uh… Tampa?” Unfortunately, the girl had been utterly boring in bed. One of those who likes the idea of sleeping with a celebrity, but probably isn’t even all that into girls.

“Atlanta, I’m told.”

“I was pretty close. What about her?”

Again, there was a slight, foreboding hesitation. “Well, it seems that the young lady has fallen on hard times since then, and is strongly considering selling the story of your encounter to tabloids, unless you’d be inclined to provide her with some financial incentive.”

Shana stared as the words sank in. “She’s fucking blackmailing me?”

“That would appear to be the short of it.”

“What the fuck? Where does she get the nerve?” Shana bounced to her feet and began stomping back and forth in the living room. “The hell is she gonna tell them? That she was a celeb chaser who turned out to be a pathetically disappointing fuck? Wow, what a juicy story. What’s that garbage worth?”

Matthew consulted his notes. “The figure of $120,000 was mentioned.”

Shana came to an abrupt stop in front of the coffee table and gaped at Matthew incredulously. “One hundred and twenty fucking thousand? Where does she get off? That’s not ‘I’m broke, please help’ money, she’s looking for a fucking payday!” Shana eyed the glass table balefully, very tempted to flip it over, but trashing her apartment was not going to help matters. “She can fuck right off!”

Matthew nodded. “Shall I convey those feelings, then?”

Shana took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Truth was, it wasn’t that much money to her, of course. She wouldn’t even notice it was gone. And it would easily avoid spreading rumors about her private life, her sexuality. But the manner in which Sandra was trying to force her hand made her livid. And who was to say the girl wouldn’t ask for more later on?

Gritting her teeth, Shana said, “Let me think about it.”

“Very well.”

She flopped down onto the sofa, laid her head against the back cushion, and closed her eyes. “Now, is there anything else?”

“No. That concludes today’s business.”

Shana sighed. The day had taken a very irritating turn. After a few seconds, she opened one eye, noticed that Matthew hadn’t moved an inch, and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Miss Belle, if I may…” he began, very uncharacteristically. He almost never offered personal opinions unless directly asked. “If you don’t wish to surrender to this blackmail, I’m fairly certain that this story wouldn’t impact your career in any significant way. One’s sexual orientation is a personal matter which has generally gained widespread acceptance. There will unfortunately always be bigots, but I dare say that no one who really matters will condemn you for the gender of your partners. It may even increase your popularity, because somehow people care about such personal details. In fact, you could be an example for—”

“I know!” Shana snapped, more forcefully than she’d intended, and immediately felt bad about it. “Sorry. You’re probably right. I just… My private life is just that. Private.” That was one reason, anyway. And it was true, she very much valued her privacy, but on a related tangent, she really didn’t want anyone to start scrutinizing her interactions with young fans based on her sexuality.

“That is also completely understandable,” Matthew said.

“Thank you, though. For caring.”

“Of course.” Matthew nodded. “Have a good evening, Miss Belle.”

“You too, Matthew. See you tomorrow.”

As her assistant walked out, she made a mental note to give him a raise. His advice hadn’t been entirely welcome, but she was touched that he’d tried. And Matthew was entirely indispensable to her business. She loved making music, but had no interest in all the details beyond the creative process. She’d go crazy if she didn’t have someone to whom she could say “make it happen,” and be assured that it would get done.

Shana sighed again and let herself fall sideways, stretching out on the couch. Talking about her mother always put her in a foul mood, and now this blackmail shit. Everyone wanted her money, her status. Rationally, she knew that she was living an extremely privileged life, but damn, sometimes it was lonely at the top. She’d liked to think that sharing intimacy with someone was a reprieve from that, but now it seemed it was just another way to get stabbed in the back.

She supposed she should count herself lucky that this was coming from someone as ordinary as Sandra. There might be some sensationalist headlines, but no one would really bat an eye at Shana sleeping with a woman just a few years younger than herself.

She had, of course, indulged herself with much more scandalous partners.

Shana had been about 10 when she realized she was a lesbian. She’d had a big crush on one of her classmates, obsessing over the girl for most of the school year. She never worked up the courage to do anything about it, but she sure loved the days when P.E. class was at the pool and she could admire the girl in her tight one-piece swimsuit—and while there were no curves or figure to speak of, Shana didn’t mind that at all.

As she matured into a teenager, though she was also attracted to other teen girls—and fooled around with a few—somehow her interest in the undeveloped bodies of younger girls never went away. She didn’t think about it much at the time. Sure, there were some little cuties out there, but she was content with the occasional glance, focusing her attention on girls her own age.

That all changed when she was 17, at a pool party a friend had organized. Now, that friend had a 12-year-old little sister who was very proud to show off her new bikini, one that was a tad skimpy for her age. Shana was immediately captivated by this skinny blonde girl just on the cusp of puberty, with a pert little ass and barely a hint of breasts. She tried to avoid staring, mindful of the other people around, but couldn’t keep her eyes off this vision of beauty. And the girl knew it, somehow, reveling in the attention from an older girl—even going so far as to brazenly brush up against Shana while in the pool, which drove her wild with desire.

As time went on, the crowd dwindled, until even Shana’s friend, the one who was supposed to be hosting the party, had left to go fool around with her boyfriend. She’d probably been told to watch over her little sister while her parents were away for the weekend—but then again, this was obviously a party that wasn’t supposed to be happening in the first place.

Whatever the reason, Shana found herself alone with the little vixen. She hadn’t really intended to do anything, but surely just a bit of flirting wouldn’t hurt. Little did she know how eager this girl was to explore her sexuality. Soon, they were making out, then the swimsuits flew off, and then it was far too late to stop. Teaching this sweet little thing about the joys of lesbian sex was at the time the most profoundly thrilling experience Shana had ever known, and she was instantly hooked.

As her career took off and her fan base grew, it became clear that there would be no end to the number of young female admirers who might be open to seduction. Shana tried to resist, she really did, and most of the time she succeeded. But sometimes, the temptation was simply too much to refuse. Some flawless young teen would give her that special tell-tale look… and just like that, Shana was lost. She wasn’t especially proud of the fact that there had been a number of these girls over the years, though each encounter had been exquisite.

Now any of them could end her career—hell, her life—with a word. Yes, she was damn lucky that it was only Sandra threatening her.

And of course, her craziest, most reckless lapse of good judgment—though easily the most thrilling—had been the day she’d spent sharing pleasure with little Zoe.

Shana smiled at the thought of the girl. She wished Zoe was with her right now. Maybe not even for sex. In her current melancholy mood, she’d love to just cuddle with the girl. Maybe rest her head in Zoe’s lap, instead of on a couch cushion.

She sighed heavily. How pathetic was it to long for comfort from a child?

Still, she reached out for her phone and took a look at her private communication app. Zoe wasn’t online. Maybe not home from school yet, though it was probably getting on to late afternoon where she was.

Shana sighed once more. In the absence of her underage lover—both physical and virtual—she closed her eyes and let her memories take over.

Even a year later, it hardly seemed real that she’d had sex with a 10-year-old. No, not even; Zoe had been only 9 at the time. Shana hadn’t really planned to try anything—though that seemed to be her perpetual excuse every time this crazy lust got the better of her. At the time, it had seemed like a fun idea, spending the day with a cute little girl, the winner of a contest from some magazine.

It had started off well enough, too, though the girl’s mom seemed like a boring housewife type, so Shana found an excuse to get rid of her. Then there was the impromptu moment when she blurted out an offer to go skinny-dipping, and that was when things started to get out of control.

Seeing the little girl naked inflamed Shana’s desire like nothing else, and Zoe herself was clearly not indifferent to the charms of an adult woman’s body, even if she might not have fully realized it. Shana found herself pushing the limits little by little, until finally… it happened.

God, what an experience that had been. Making love to this innocent little beauty had been such an unbelievable thrill, up there with the best concert of her life. Even now, Shana was getting wet thinking about it.

She normally made it clear to the young girls she fooled around with: this could only be a one-time thing. But with Zoe, she just couldn’t bear the thought of giving her up completely. So they’d made plans to stay in contact, and for the past year had been communicating regularly, with things getting heated on webcam quite a few times when Zoe had the privacy she needed.

Imagining the little girl touching herself, Shana found that her dark frame of mind had abated, leaving her in a mood for a bit of self-exploration. Maybe a long, hot bath with one of her waterproof sex toys was what she needed to feel better.

Making her way to the bathroom, she paused at the door for a last glance at her phone, and was delighted to see that Zoe had just come online.

Immediately changing plans, she quickly sent a message to the girl. Free to talk?

The swift reply came just a few seconds later: a kissy face emoji.

Shana grinned. Young Zoe had ripened into quite a naughty little thing. There was certainly something to be said for wide-eyed innocent girls, but the wicked ones could be lots of fun, too. It was difficult to decide which type she preferred, especially since one could so easily be transformed into the other.

Hastening to her bedroom, Shana pulled out her laptop. Their chat—and whatever it might lead to—demanded a bigger screen than her phone. She sent a video request, and soon Zoe appeared on the screen, sitting in a desk chair, looking as gorgeous as ever. It seemed as if the girl had just come out of the shower, because she was wearing a white bathrobe and her short strawberry-blond hair was still damp.

“Heeey, baby,” Shana said. “Nice to see you.”

Zoe’s grin was positively contagious. “You too! Missed you!”

“Missed you, too. How was your day?” It wasn’t the foremost thing on Shana’s mind at the moment, but she did make a point to take a genuine interest in Zoe’s life. She didn’t want to simply use the girl for her own perverse pleasure. Besides, Zoe was a fun kid even with her clothes on.

Still, Shana made no attempt to conceal her interest in that bathrobe, open just a smidge more than modesty would allow. Judging by Zoe’s knowing smile, the girl knew all too well how to tantalize Shana.

“Not bad,” Zoe said. “Kind of a boring day, I guess. Oh, we had P.E. as the last class, and I scored a point in basketball!”

“Nice! I was always terrible at that.”

Zoe smiled, then shrugged. “It was mostly luck, really. And then I was all sweaty, so I took a shower when I got home.”

“Yeah, I can see that. I like what you’re wearing.”

“I thought you would,” Zoe said, looking pretty pleased with herself.

So the little minx had worn the robe on purpose, huh? Shana liked where things were going. “And what’cha wearing under there?”

Flashing a saucy smile, Zoe ran a hand down the front of her bathrobe, opening it far enough to reveal that, at the very least, she wasn’t wearing a top.

Shana bit her lip, staring at what she could see of that delicious flat chest. Zoe had opened the robe just shy of showing her nipples. Damn, she was getting good at being a tease. “Mmmm. You’re so sexy,” Shana purred.

Zoe giggled, breaking the illusion of seductiveness. God, Shana loved that mix of innocence and naughtiness. “Why? I don’t even have any boobs to see.”

“Hey, I like that just fine.”

Zoe smirked. “Perv.”

Perv, huh? That was new. Was Zoe realizing more fully that Shana’s tastes were rather… unusual? She didn’t seem to mind, at least, judging by her expression.

“Who, me?” Shana pointed at herself in mock surprise, then shrugged. “Well, maybe a bit. Is that bad?”

Zoe grinned and shook her head.

“So…” Shana continued, “You all alone over there, baby?”

“Uh-huh. Mom went grocery shopping.”

“So there’d be nothing stopping you from taking that bathrobe off, huh?”

Another grin. Zoe reached for the collar of her bathrobe and it looked like she was about to do just what Shana wanted, but then she hesitated, her smile fading. “Um… I…” She trailed off, then took a deep breath. “I need to tell you something first.”

“What is it, sweetie?” This sudden change of mood worried Shana.

“Well, it’s… um…” Zoe bit her lip anxiously. “Promise you won’t be mad?”

Terror gripped Shana’s heart. No, no. Please. Not you too, Zoe. “Did you… tell someone? About us?”

The girl’s eyes widened. “Oh, no! No no no. I wouldn’t do that. I promised.”

Shana slowly let out the breath she’d been holding, absolute relief replacing near panic. “Oh, good. What is it, then? I won’t be mad.”

“Um… well, I kinda… fooled around with another girl.” Zoe stared into the camera, looking very nervous.

Shana blinked. That wasn’t anywhere close to what she’d expected. “Oh! Really? Okay, that’s… Well, that’s fine, sweetie. It’s normal to want to experiment,” she said as calmly as she could. Her head was spinning a little with the revelation. Zoe had pursued sex on her own. She wasn’t sure whether to be jealous or aroused. At least it wasn’t with a boy, she told herself.

“Really? You’re not mad?”

“No, baby. You don’t owe me… well, anything, really. It’s cool with me if you want to, um, explore on your own.”

They’d never discussed the boundaries of their relationship, such as it was. Shana herself certainly hadn’t been celibate for the past year. If Zoe wanted to experiment with new partners as well, that seemed healthy, even if Shana couldn’t quite suppress a teensy hint of jealousy. She knew that was unfair, though. If she could have had a normal relationship with Zoe, things might be different, but of course that was impossible. Best that the girl didn’t get too attached to her.

Shana was growing curious to know the details of this ‘fooling around’ Zoe had done. “So… who was it, then? Did you get Jen into bed?” she asked with a wink. Jen was Zoe’s best friend.

Zoe laughed and shook her head. “No, not Jen. I don’t think she’s… into that. No, her name is Stacy.”

Shana racked her brain for the name, but came up short. “Hmm, Stacy. Is that one of your friends? I don’t remember you mentioning her before.”

“No, she’s new at school. Just moved here last month.”

“Oooh, getting your hands on the new girl, huh?”

Zoe giggled. “Well, I didn’t mean to, not really.”

“Yeah? How’d it happen?”

“Well, we had a team assignment at school and she was all alone, so I asked if she wanted to partner up…”

Shana smiled. “That’s sweet of you.”

“It’s okay, too, ‘cause Jen can always team up with Nancy. Anyway, so I went to her house to work on the thing, right? And so like, we were sitting side by side on her bed and I kinda looked at her and thought that… well, she was really cute, y’know? And she looked at me, too, and… I dunno… it was like we both knew what the other was thinking. And then we… kinda kissed.”

Shana raised her eyebrows. “Wow. Kinda kissed, huh? Just like that?” It certainly wasn’t uncommon for women who were interested in each other to pass wordless signals between them like that. But two little girls? “So, wait… had she done stuff like that before?”

“Oh, ya. She had a friend where she came from, and they did dirty stuff all the time, she said.”

“Really? Damn…” Kids these days, Shana thought, growing increasingly aroused. “And she’s your age?”

“Ya… well, I think she’s 11,” said Zoe, who had a few months to go to reach that age. “Um, she has boobs,” she added.

Shana laughed. “Oh? Big ones?”

“Nah. Not like you. Just like… I dunno, half apples? But um… they’re pretty nice.” It was hard to tell through the video feed, but it looked like Zoe might be blushing.

“Mmm, I bet they are.” Shana imagined Zoe fondling the little girl’s budding breasts, feeling herself getting wetter. “What does she look like, other than her boobs?”

“Hmm, I guess she’s about my height, maybe a little taller. And… well, she’s Asian. And she has black hair, like…” Zoe gestured at around shoulder level, a little longer than her own locks. “She’s… well, she’s real pretty. I mean, not as much as you! But…”

Shana smiled. “It’s okay, sweetie. She does sound pretty hot. So… you two kissed, and you got to look at her tits?” she asked, assuming there was more to the story. Somehow, one of her hands had made its way between her legs as she pictured the scene.

“Oh, I did more than just look,” Zoe said slyly.

“Oooh. Do go on.”

“Um, I felt her up… and kissed her boobs, too.”

“Mmm-hmm. She like that?”

“Oh, ya. And then she did it to me, too.”

“Very nice. What else did you do, you dirty girls?” Shana asked, her voice thick with arousal.

Zoe gave her a look. “Us, dirty? What are you doing down there now?” She craned her neck as if that would change the angle of the camera and give her a better view.

“Guilty as charged. What can I say? You got me hot,” Shana said, pressing on the front of her jeans with her fingers.

“Let me see.”

“Now who’s being a perv?” Shana teased. “But, yeah, fair enough.”

Getting on her knees, she began to undo her pants, making sure to remain in the frame of the camera. She considered making a show out of stripping, but decided she was too eager to hear the rest of Zoe’s story, and simply got rid of all her clothes in the quickest way possible. Now naked, she lay on her side with her legs spread, putting her cunt in full view.

Gently stroking her sodden pussy, Shana purred at the jolt of pleasure she felt. “Mmmm. You’re right, much better this way.”

Zoe grinned, eyes fixed on Shana’s bare body.

“Now you’re the one wearing too much,” Shana pointed out.

Without hesitation, Zoe shrugged out of her bathrobe, confirming that she wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath. She quickly angled her camera downward a little bit to give Shana the full view, then lay back in her chair and spread her legs. This was far from the first time they’d gotten frisky like this, and Zoe had long since got past any shyness she felt about exposing herself.

Shana drank in the sight, slipping a finger into her pussy. The little girl’s angelic face; her undeveloped chest, still completely flat yet so alluring; her hairless sex, looking pure and chaste, now lewdly displayed… Shana was amazed all over again by how sexy Zoe was, how the little girl’s body seemed perfectly tailored to turn her on.

“Go on, then. You were about to tell me about the fun you had with Stacy,” Shana prompted.

“Yeah. Well, we got naked, and… we rubbed each other, and… Oh! She didn’t know about the tongue thing, though. You know… um, licking down there. Her pussy.”

“Oh, really? Did you teach her, then?”

“Uh-huh. She thought it was really weird… at first.” Zoe giggled.

Imagining the scene, Shana smiled, recalling how shocked Zoe herself had been when Shana went down on her for the first time. “And I bet you changed her mind, huh?”

“Oh, ya. She loved it once I started licking her. Even pushed her pussy in my face.”

“Mmmm. Yeah, I bet you blew her mind, didn’t you?” Shana was fingering herself furiously now, overwhelmed by visions of two little girls fucking each other. Her excitement only mounted when Zoe began playing with herself on screen.

“She came a lot,” Zoe said proudly. “Then she wanted to try it, too… and hey, she did pretty good! Not as good as you, but, y’know, not bad for a beginner.”

“Look at you, a pussy-licking expert now, huh?” Shana laughed, though it came out more as a wheeze due to her breath growing ragged. “Did she make you come?”

“Uh-huh.” Zoe was breathing harder now, too.

“That’s awesome, baby. Are you two gonna fuck again?”

“I think so… if that’s okay.”

“Sure, sure. People won’t even suspect you sweet little things of being such dirty girls. Y-you should fuck all the time!” Shana panted, her little bout of jealousy swept away by raw lust.

Zoe only nodded, eyes half-closed. Her fingers were moving rapidly, tracing little circles over her clit.

Shana was teasing her own bud with one hand and plunging two fingers into her vagina with the other, eyes riveted to Zoe’s smooth sex. “Mmmm. God, I-I wish I was with you right now.”

“Me too!”

Shana fingered herself even harder. “What—oh, God—would you want me to do to you?”

“Lick me!” Zoe was really going at it, the 10-year-old’s hand a blur between her legs.

“Lick what, baby?”

“Lick my… my c-cunt!”

Zoe had grown into quite the lewd little girl, but she still sometimes hesitated to say dirty words, which was both adorable and sexy as hell. She’d certainly learned the power these words had to drive Shana wild, though.

Right on cue, a powerful orgasm ripped through Shana’s body, leaving her moaning wordlessly. She fought to keep her eyes open as, a few seconds later, Zoe hit her own climax, the girl’s small body shaking all over as she closed her thighs around her hand.

Though still riding the wave of her own ecstasy, Shauna could only stare in awe. Is there a more beautiful sight than a little girl coming? I sure can’t imagine it.

Finally spent, the two of them slowly relaxed and caught their breaths, exchanging dazed smiles. “I can’t wait to see you again, baby. Just a month to go,” Shana said, wistfully imagining how much better it would be to do these things in real life.

“Oh! That’s right, I forgot to tell you, my parents said it’s okay for me to spend the day with you when you’ll be in town.”

Shana immediately sat up straight. “Yes! You should have told me that right away, sweetie! That’s awesome news.” A delicious shiver spread through Shana’s body as she thought of all the hot, sweaty fun they’d have.

“I meant to, but… I got distracted.” Zoe eyed Shana as if that was her fault, even though she’d been the one who answered the video call half-naked. “Oh, and… I kinda told Stacy I could get her a front row ticket…”

Shana laughed. “Trying to impress the new girl, huh? And I assume I’m supposed to help with that?”

“Pleeeease?” Zoe made puppy eyes, the kind guaranteed to get her anything she wanted.

“Okay, okay, I’ll make it happen, don’t worry. So, she’s a fan too, huh?”

“Oh, ya. Well, not as much as me,” Zoe was quick to point out. “But sure, she likes your music a lot. And she said you’re really pretty, hah. That was kinda funny. I had to try hard to keep a straight face.”

“Hmm, interesting…” Shana said slowly, gears turning in her head as a very dangerous idea occurred to her. A terrible idea, really. One she should most definitely keep only as a fantasy.

And yet… could she pass up this chance? These impulses would get her in serious trouble one day, but she had to ask. “Say, do you think your new friend might be into… having some fun with me, too?”

Zoe’s smile vanished. “What? You… you want to have sex with her?”

Shana immediately wished she could take back the question. This distraught look was not the reaction she’d been hoping for. She raised her hands appeasingly. “Only if you’re okay with it! I just thought… you like doing it with her, you like doing it with me, so y’know, maybe the three of us could fool around a bit… but if you don’t like the idea, that’s cool!”

Zoe’s expression turned thoughtful. “O-oh! You meant, like, all three of us together?”

Shana had to laugh. Did the girl think she was being ditched? “Of course! You know you’re my number one girl. I wouldn’t leave you out.”

“I didn’t know people did… that.”

“Seriously, it’s a thing. It’s called a threesome. Not necessarily super common, but it does happen,” explained Shana, who’d had her share of threesomes over the years. She decided not to blow the kid’s mind with the revelation that people sometimes did it in even bigger groups.

Zoe tapped a finger against her chin. “Hmm, well, that sounds like… it could be fun,” she finally said, a sly smile appearing on her lips.

Shana grinned. She liked this reaction a lot more. “Right?”

“What about not telling anyone, though?”

Shana scratched the back of her head. “Well… yeah, it’s probably a bad idea, but…” Oh, it was. It was the worst idea. But fuck, even though she’d just come, she was turned on all over again just thinking about it. “Do you think she could keep the secret?”

Zoe shrugged. “I dunno. I guess so? Hmm, I could try asking her what she thinks about it all… Like, not directly, but kinda pretend it’s a joke, you know? Like, ‘what would you do if…?’ ”

“Sure. Making it a hypothetical scenario. That could work to gauge her interest…”

“Ya, that’s what—” Zoe suddenly froze, glancing over her shoulder. “Crap, my mom’s back.”

The girl quickly put her bathrobe back on, calling out, “Hi, Mom!”

Shana angled her laptop camera up to show only her face, just in case Zoe’s mom decided to come into her daughter’s room. “Great timing,” she said drily. “But I guess it could have been worse.”

Zoe snorted, then paused as if listening. “Uh, okay, hold on!” she shouted, then said, “I gotta go help her with the groceries. I’ll let you know about… the thing.”

“Okay. Bye, baby.” Shana kissed her fingertips, then brought them close to the camera. Zoe did the same, smiling, then the screen went black.

Shana lay back on the bed and sighed. “What are you getting yourself into now, you crazy girl?” she asked out loud.

But she didn’t really want to think about consequences right now. She shrugged to herself, then began to masturbate again, quickly bringing herself to another intense climax as images of two naked little girls danced in her mind.

Now appearing on stage: Part Two!

Author’s Note: I’m so excited about my first story on Juicy Secrets! I’ve set the start of this story in 2008 to give me the option to continue to the present date (If anyone wants to read it that is!). I’ve located the story in England, in entirely fictitious, semi-rural surroundings. Any similarity to real places is coincidental. As we progress and more characters are introduced I’ll write a handy who’s who guide. Like many authors, I thrive on your feedback so please feel free to comment and let me know what you think of my work! I hope you have as much fun reading “Sweet Poppy,” as I did writing it.

I’d like to add a special thank you to JetBoy. I’m not sure if the readers know this, but he puts in a tremendous amount of work for literally every story that gets published here. Ever wonder why there are no typos? That’s him, crossing every t and dotting every I. He gives feedback and the benefit of his considerable knowledge and helps immensely on the editing and publishing process. “Sweet Poppy” would not be the story it has become without his help, for which I’m grateful beyond measure, Thank you JetBoy, and please keep up the hard work, it is VERY much appreciated.

Joe.

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by Joe Dornish

England, Surrey, Sept 2008.

I could hear heavy footsteps coming down the landing, then a creaking noise as the door opened. I shut my eyes and hoped I wouldn’t be discovered in my hiding place under Mummy’s bed. The monster growled, making the butterflies in my tummy dance around like crazy. I tried hard not to giggle, I even put a hand over my mouth, but a few little titters still escaped.

Then I heard a low, threatening growl, and the wardrobe door opening.

“She’s not in here, hmmm… now where can she be?” the monster said in a menacing tone.

An instant later, the monster grabbed my ankles and pulled me out from under the bed. I screamed and tried to wriggle free.

“There she is!” growled the monster when my face came into view.

“NO! Let me go, you horrible monster!” I protested, but it was no good, the monster was too strong.

“I’m going to eat you for my dinner.”

“No!” I yelled, laughing uncontrollably.

We rolled around on the floor in fits of hysterics while Mum pretended to make a meal of me. She was gently biting and nibbling me, making ‘nom-nom’ noises.

“Ah, a nice juicy leg,” she said, then started to ‘eat’ my thigh and tickle my tummy at the same time. I nearly wet myself with laughter, tears streaming down my face. I managed to wrestle free from her grip and was on my feet in a flash, but as I tried to run she caught my leg and I fell down in a heap next to her. Mum was lying on her side and I managed to fight my way on top of her, then I sat on her thigh, bouncing up and down.

“I win, I win!” I declared triumphantly.

As I sat astride my mum, there was a funny feeling inside me, down between my legs. I was still bouncing around and kind of moving back and forth on my mother’s thigh, and the more I did it the stronger this odd feeling became. It felt good, but I was a little worried. Is this normal? Am I getting sick? When I’m sick it doesn’t feel nice like this did, so I didn’t think that was it.

I was trying to work out what was going on when Mum said, “Okay sweetie, I think that’s enough for today.”

“Oh, please, Mummy, just one more minute? Please?”

Mum gazed at me with interest. “Does it feel nice, when you move like that?”

“Um… yeah, a bit.”

She thought about this for a few seconds. “Okay, one more minute, then you have to do your homework.”

“YES!”

I tried just bouncing again; that was fun but it didn’t make me feel whatever it was I felt before. Then I sort of rode her leg like a horse… wow, okay, that felt good. I had no idea what was causing this, all I knew was that I wanted more of this delicious tingly feeling. After what was probably much longer than the promised one minute, I had to stop and go do my homework.

I sat at the kitchen table, staring out of the window while Mum got our dinner ready. I was thinking about the funny feeling I had playing the monster game when she said, “Poppy, you’ve not written anything yet, and dinner will be ready soon.”

It was just the two of us that night. My little sister had been invited to a sleepover birthday party and wouldn’t be home until the next afternoon. For my homework, I had to write a story about my family.

I decided to start by saying who was actually in my family. That way, at least, I’d have something on the page.

In my family is me, Poppy, I am 10 years old. My sister Lilly, she is 7 years old, and my Mummy, Heather, she is…

“Mum, how old are you?”

“I’m twenty-nine. Just so you know, though, it isn’t usually thought of as polite to ask a lady her age.”

I took that in, then continued to write. …Heather, she is 29 years old. We have a cat called Pixie who is…

“Mum.”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“How old is Pixie?”

“She’s six.”

“Thanks.”

…Pixie, who is 6. People say we all look alike, with the same dark brown hair, pale skin, and what people call pronounced cheekbones, although Mum and Lilly have brown eyes and I have blue eyes. We live in a house in Westerfield, in Surrey, England. We used to live in a flat in Chelsea, which is in London and then 2 months ago we moved into our new house. Me and Lilly love the…

“Lilly and I,” said Mum, looking over my shoulder

“Sorry?”

“It’s Lilly and I, not me and Lilly.”

“Thanks,” I said, rubbing it out, then rewriting it.

Lilly and I love the big garden and all the fields near our house.

Now I was a bit stuck. This wasn’t sounding much like a real story. I considered writing about school, but thought better of it. I was in year seven, just starting senior school. Mum said it would be a culture shock, but I didn’t get what that meant, so I just smiled at her and said ‘I know’.

After a few days, I understood I’d gone from being the oldest in my junior school and top of the tree to the youngest in senior school and very much the bottom of the heap. I felt like a small fish in a very big pond.

Being a little shy didn’t help. Worse, I was also a lot younger than everyone else. Early on, when I was at nursery, Mum got me moved up to the year ahead because I was ‘special’, as she put it. This was fine all through primary school, I breezed through the work and got good grades. But when it came to senior school we had a problem. You have to be eleven when school starts in September, and my eleventh birthday isn’t until November.

We moved house to be in the catchment area of a very good private girls school. Mum said she knew someone at the school and was able to get me in right away, meaning I wouldn’t have to repeat the last year of primary school. The other big bonus was that we now had a house with a garden, and Lilly and I each got our own bedroom. Plus there were miles of countryside near us to explore.

In the three weeks since I started school, all those in my year had already moved into groups of friends, mostly kids who knew each other from the local primary school. Being new to the area, I didn’t know anyone, and struggled to make friends with the girls who were all older than me. There’s a girl in my class, Justine Williams, who is already twelve and wearing a C-cup. There was one person I spoke to who I thought could be my friend, her name was Mia. She was very pretty, a little shorter than me with dark hair and lovely grey eyes. We started sitting together at lunchtime and walked part of the way home together after school.

I decided not to talk about school and concentrated my story on moving house.

One day, Mummy woke me and Lilly up and said that we were going to be moving house, and that it would be an adventure!

That’s as far as I got when Mum said dinner was ready. After we’d eaten I had a bath, then watched TV with Mum. As it was a Friday night I was allowed to stay up until 10 o’clock, an hour later than usual. When bedtime came I got changed into a nightie, then Mum tucked me in and kissed me goodnight, turning the night light off as she left. I’ve always slept without a nightlight, the dark never bothered me, but Lilly still leaves the light on in her room when she goes to bed.

As I drifted off to sleep, I decided that I would ask Mum to play Monsters again the next day.

The next day, despite being ‘super busy’ as Mum put it, we managed to squeeze in one quick game of Monsters before we had to go and pick up Lilly from her sleepover. Try as I might though, I couldn’t get that good feeling back. I played it with Lilly when she got home, but again there was no warm fuzzy feeling, not like I had that one time with Mum.

Over the next few weeks I played Monsters with Mum or Lilly every chance I got, to the point where they both got bored of the game. One Saturday afternoon near the end of September, after Lilly had refused to play, I asked Mum to instead.

“Where’s your sister?” she replied. “Why can’t she play with you?”

“She’s having a tea party with her teddies. Please Mummy, please can we play Monsters?”

Mum didn’t say anything for a while, I thought she was going to say yes, then she smiled at me and said,“My baby is growing up fast. I think perhaps we should have a chat. Come and sit down, sweetie.”

We sat on the sofa together and she held my hand. “I’m guessing you want to play monsters because of that time it felt good, when you, er, bounced on my leg?”

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, “Um…”

“It’s okay, you’ve not done anything wrong. You’re just growing up and discovering things.”

“What things?”

“Things like…” she paused, thought for a few seconds then said, “Maybe we should start at the beginning. Tell me, Poppy, what do you know about sex?”

I was confused about what this had to do with playing Monsters, but I answered with what little I knew.

“We did it in school. A man puts his… thing inside a woman, then they have a baby.”

“You covered this in school already?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did they say anything about masturbation?”

I had no idea what that was, so I shook my head.

“When a man and a lady have sex, it’s not just to make a baby, you know… people also do it because it feels good. That can be a man and a woman, a man and another man, or two ladies.”

“That’s being a lesbian, right?” Mum had told me a while ago that when two ladies fall in love that’s being a lesbian, or something like that. I couldn’t remember exactly.

“That’s right, sweetie… a lady who is only sexually attracted to other ladies is called a lesbian.”

“What’s this got to do with playing Monsters?”

“Good question. I suppose I have been beating around the bush. Pardon the pun.” She giggled.

“Huh?”

“Never mind. What I was trying to say is that you can give yourself the same nice feeling you get when you have sex.”

“Really? I can have sex with myself?” This was big news, sex is proper grown-up stuff.

“Sort of. When you do it by yourself it’s called masturbation.”

I considered this for a moment. Questions were flying around my head, but for reasons that escape me the one I blurted out was, “Do you do it?”

“Yes, sweetie. Most people do.”

Mum waited patiently while I processed this new information. I was still rather puzzled, though.“Um, how do you do it?”

“I use my hand.”

“Your hand?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How do you use your hand?”

“That’s just one way of doing it. There are others.” She thought for a moment, then stood up. “I’ve got an idea, come with me.”

I followed her upstairs. Along the way, we peered into Lilly’s room, where my little sister was serving tea to two teddy bears, a fluffy pink rabbit and a small plastic hippo. Then we went into Mum’s room.

She opened the wardrobe and started searching for something. “Where’s it gone? I know it’s here somewhere… ah. There it is.”

She pulled out a sort of cushion. It was about the same length as my arm, round and long like a sausage and bright shiny pink. It wasn’t as soft as a normal cushion, though.

“When I was pregnant with you and your sister I had an achy back. This is a special cushion that I used when I sat down, it helped to ease the pain. When we were playing Monsters, do you remember what you were doing to give yourself that nice feeling?”

“I was bouncing on your leg.”

“I think it was more the rubbing than the bouncing that did it. Anyhow, you can use this cushion the same way you used my leg.”

“Did you ever use it like that?” For some reason, the thought of Mummy rubbing herself against the cushion really excited me.

“Yes, I did. Sometimes I would hump the… um, use the…”

“Wait. Mum — what does hump mean?”

Mum looked at me for a bit, then said, “Oh. well, in for a penny, in for a pound.”

“Huh?”

“If we’re going to have this conversation then we may as well do it properly. The word ‘hump’. That’s what you were doing when we played Monsters, you were humping my leg.”

“Humping. Um, okay,” I said, smiling.

“Sweetie, that’s a bit of a rude word, though. It’s fine to say it when you’re alone with me, but otherwise best not to, okay?”

“Okay… but I still don’t understand, how do you use your hand?”

“There are a few ways you can do it, but my favorite is to lie back and rub my clitoris.”

“Your what?”

“My clitoris, or clit for short.”

“Do I have a clitoris?”

“Of course, all women have one.”

“Where is it?”

She got up and locked the bedroom door, then said, “It’ll be easier if I show you. Take your leggings and knickers off.”

I peeled off my black leggings, then my pink and blue knickers, leaving me wearing only my T-shirt. I’d seen my mum naked a few times when she was getting dressed and stuff, but this felt different, more like a naughty secret. I watched as she slipped off her jeans and her white thong, then got on the bed.

“Here, sit opposite me, like this.”

We both sat up with our legs apart, knees raised slightly. I was staring between Mum’s legs, thinking about how her kitty was different from mine. It looked similar in some ways, but I could see her inner lips poking out a little and she had a small thin patch of dark brown pubic hair. Later she told me that was her ‘landing strip’. I thought it was beautiful.

I blushed when she saw me gawping at her. “S-sorry, Mum,” I quickly said.

“It’s okay to look, sweetie,” Mum replied, staring between my legs.

“So, um… where’s my clit then?”

“At the top, here…”

She parted her labia with her fingers and pointed to where her clit was hidden under what she called a ‘hood’ at the top of her bright pink inner lips — the labia minora, she explained.

I spread my legs a little wider and copied Mum, using the fingers on one hand to pull my lips apart, which is something I’ve never done before. Well, maybe under the covers at night I’d explore down there, but never anything like this.

“Is this it?” I asked.

Mom was staring. “My God, you’re beautiful.”

“Thanks. Is this it, then?”

Mum had a funny look on her face, “Yes, that’s it. Erm… try rubbing it like this…”

She started working her two middle fingers in a circular motion just below her landing strip, then closed her eyes, moaning softly. I did the same and rubbed my fingers like Mummy was doing… Omigod. It was like the feeling I had when playing Monsters, but lots more intense. We both sat there rubbing for maybe half a minute, then Mum snapped her legs shut.

She sat up, her face flushed. I was still rubbing, the feeling was getting bigger and my fingers were wet. Mum said, “Okay, I think you’ve got the hang of this now.”

“Is this mastibation then?”

“MasTURbation. Yes, you are masturbating. We’d better stop there, darling.”

“Why?”

“Because, well, erm… Poppy, do you know what an orgasm is?”

“Yeah, we did it in science.”

“Really?” Mum looked shocked.

“Uh-huh, orgasms are like little tiny creatures. You know, like insects, only smaller.”

“Bless you. No, not an organism, but an orgasm. They sort of sound alike, but they’re two very different things.”

Feeling quite embarrassed, I shook my head. “Um, then I guess I don’t know.”

“When you masturbate it starts to get better and better until you have an orgasm. It’s difficult to explain, but it feels incredible.”

“Can I have an orgasm?”

“I’m not sure. You may be a little young, but I think you might be able to.”

“Do you have orgasms?”

Mum laughed. “Yes, all the time. That’s why I masturbate, to give myself an orgasm. Although it feels better when someone else does it.”

I started rubbing myself again, then Mum said, “Poppy, why don’t you take the cushion to your room and do that in private.”

“Okay,” I said and hopped off the bed, eager to put my newfound knowledge to the test. Mum got up and followed me to the door. I turned and hugged her tightly. “I love you, Mummy.”

She kissed the top of my head and said, “I love you too, my darling.”

I walked across the landing to my room, but Mum stayed in her bedroom and locked the door, something she hardly ever does. Lilly’s door was open as I walked past. Her tea party was now some sort of safari by the look of it. She noticed me as I passed but said nothing about my being half-dressed or carrying an oddly-shaped cushion, Lily was too wrapped up in her game.

On my bedroom door is a sign that says Poppy’s room. It’s a little wooden thing with pretty pink lettering. I turned it over so it read NO ENTRY. GO AWAY!, shut the door, then lay on my bed thinking about what Mum had told me.

Lilly and I don’t have locks on our bedroom doors, so I put the chair against it instead. It doesn’t stop anyone coming in, but it would slow them down enough for me to dive under the covers or something. I took my top off and stood naked in front of the mirror. Mum always tells me not to be in a rush to grow up, but I still wish my boobs would hurry up and get bigger. I had tiny buds the size of strawberries that seemed to never grow. I had no pubic hair, save for a tiny patch of down that’s almost invisible. I have no hips to speak of, either, so all in all I felt like the child I was instead of the woman I wanted to be. Masturbating sort of changed that for me  though, it made me feel more grown-up.

With the room secured, I jumped naked onto the bed. At first, I sat up like Mum and I did. It felt nice but a bit awkward, so I laid flat. My fingers explored my almost hairless, smooth kitty (the word Mum uses for it). I wasn’t really trying to do anything at that point, just explore. I let the middle finger slip down between my lips towards the opening of my vagina and rubbed around there. I even slipped the tip of the finger inside, which felt really good.

For half an hour I rubbed and caressed and played with myself, mainly with my clit. It was wonderful and the feelings came rushing back the more I kept the rhythm going. My stomach was buzzing, I was sweaty and breathing hard. My kitty was wet, really wet, in fact my fingers were soaked. But I didn’t have one of those orgasms that Mummy talked about, at least I didn’t think so.

I decided to try ‘humping’ the cushion to see how that felt. Placing it on the bed, I knelt astride it. It was silky and soft but firm, and didn’t squish up as a normal cushion would. I closed my eyes and gently moved back and forth. I imagined it was Mummy’s leg, like that one time we played Monsters. Then I imagined doing it on Mummy’s leg, on her bed with both of us naked.

The thought of humping Mum’s leg sparked something inside me. I was moving faster and faster, and my hips seemed to have a mind of their own. Sweat was pouring down my face, my breathing getting heavier. The buzzing, tingling feeling spread from my kitty to my tummy, then up my spine and all over me until I exploded. That’s the best word I could think of to describe it, an explosion. Only it took place inside me. I think I may have called out but I’m not sure, my mind was very cloudy. I fell onto my side gripping the cushion tightly between my thighs, clinging on to what I still thought of as Mum’s leg.

One minute, one hour, I’ve no idea how long it lasted. My kitty was soaked, the cushion had a large wet patch on it, and I felt amazing. That was not only my first orgasm, but the first time I got to smell my own sex. The room was thick with the sweet aroma. I brought my hand to my face and breathed in the scent, then licked a finger. It felt so naughty to do that, but it tasted nice. I sucked each finger clean, then got under the covers and fell asleep right away.

***

I got hungry later on, so I got dressed and went downstairs. Lilly was in the living room watching TV, Mum was sat at the kitchen table flicking through a magazine. The smell of cooking made my tummy growl. “Is dinner ready?” I asked.

“Not for about half an hour or so,” Mum replied, looking me up and down.

“What are we having?”

“Pasta bake. Your sister helped make it.” Mum had this odd sort of grin on her face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Mum whispered, “So the cushion worked, then?”

“How did you know?”

“A mother knows these things,” she said, tapping her nose. “So how was it?”

I sat next to her. “I don’t know how to describe it… it was… it was… just wow. Like, really strong.”

“Did you come?”

“What do you mean?”

“Coming is another term for having an orgasm.”

I think I’d heard the term a few times before, but I never knew what it meant until right then. “Yeah, I came. The cushion got all wet.”

“My baby is growing up.” Mum stroked my cheek and kissed my forehead. “I’ll wash the cushion every couple of days for you.”

“Thanks. I think I fell asleep or passed out or something.”

“That can happen when it’s intense like that.”

“When it happened, the orgasm? I was thinking of you, pretending the cushion was your leg. Was that wrong?”

I have a habit of blurting out what’s on my mind, to my mum anyway, and I didn’t realise the gravity of what I’d said.

She sure did, though. Mum looked at me for a moment, then quietly said, “No, it’s not wrong, not at all… but let’s keep that our little secret. She paused, then asked, “Do you ever think about boys?”

“Eww. No!”

“It’s okay, you can tell me if you do.”

“No, I don’t like boys, not like that anyway. Justine Williams has a boyfriend, I saw them tongue kissing outside school one time.” I screwed my face up, which made her laugh.

“Do you prefer girls then?”

“Erm. I’ve honestly not thought about it, but yeah, I think I do.” Oh my God, did I really just say that?

Mum didn’t seem at all bothered, though. She just said, “Whether you like girls or boys or both, it’s all fine sweetheart.”

Right then and there, I decided to be totally truthful with my mother.  “No, no I’m sure of it, I don’t like boys that way. Just girls. I’m a… a… lesbian.”

I’ve no idea where this newfound insight came from, or indeed, where I got the courage to say it out loud. But I was sure of it, the words felt right as they passed my lips.

Mum hugged me, her eyes were welling up. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” she said in a shaky voice. Her reaction caught me completely off guard, and I started to cry.

“I love you, Mummy,” I said as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

Mum was crying too. “I love you so much, Poppy,” she whispered, then suddenly stood up and wiped her eyes, “Right. If my ten-year-old daughter can do it…” She smiled at me, then walked off into the living room. I just sat there completely confused, trying to work out what she meant.

Soon Mum came back into the kitchen, dragging a protesting Lilly behind her. “Sit down, Lilly,” she said. There’s something I need to tell you both.” Mum took a deep breath, then carried on. “You see, I’m… I’m gay.” She let the words hang, waiting for it to sink in.

“I know,” said Lilly rather matter-of-factly.

“No, you don’t,” I said, annoyed at her presumptive tone.

“Yes, I do,” she protested.

Mum stepped in before it turned into a row. “How did you know?” she asked, taking Lilly’s hand.

“Because you never have a boyfriend, and you think Holly Willoughby is the sexiest person on the telly.”

Mum burst out laughing,

“What?” Lilly said, frowning.

“Out of the mouths of babes,” Mum said, which confused us both.

“See. I did know.” said Lilly, poking her tongue out at me.

There was only one way I could think to get back at her, “I bet you never knew I was a lesbian as well… did you?”

That got her. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” I said proudly.

Lilly looked at Mum who nodded, confirming that she already knew.

“Fine, I guess. How long for dinner?” asked Lilly. Mum and I both started laughing. Annoyed, Lilly stomped off back to the living room to finish watching her TV program.

That night, I masturbated again. This time I managed to give myself an orgasm with my fingers, lying on my back. I thought about Mummy again. The visions in my head switched between me humping her bare leg and watching her play with her kitty. I licked my fingers clean when I was done, then fell into a deep sleep.

On to Chapter Two!

By Girl Lover

That afternoon, as the three younger girls were playing outside and Mabel and Jill were watching from the porch, Mabel mentioned, “You know, now that you girls are all settled in, we need to get you back into school.”

Jill nodded. “I was thinking that, too.”

“We’ll talk about it tonight at supper,” Mabel said. “Let’s try to get everyone settled down and in bed early tonight so you’ll all be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow morning.”

Madison came running up, out of breath and her face red from running around. She crawled up into Mabel’s lap in her rocking chair, and the woman cradled her lovingly. “Precious child,” she whispered.

Madison rested her head against Mabel’s breasts, her finger lazily tracing a line down her older lover’s’s cleavage. Then she asked quietly so Jill wouldn’t hear, “When we go to bed tonight, can you play with my pee-pee again?”

“I will.”

“Cause I really like it.”

Mabel smiled. “I like it too.”

“I mean,  I really… really like it.”

Mabel chuckled and hugged the child, kissing her forehead, “I know, dear.”

“Thanks, Gramma,” Madison said. She jumped off Mabel’s lap, and raced back into the huge yard to join Emma. Linda was off picking flowers, just out of earshot. As the two ran around, taking turns chasing each other, Emma suddenly stopped short, a concerned look on her face. “I just ’membered something. I heard the older girls talking about it this one time. They said that if you have sex, you gotta have…” She frowned, trying to remember. “A… A… a call something. Hmmm. A con… bum… con…dom. That’s it! A condom!”

“What’s that?” Madison asked. “It has a stupid name.”

“Something that keeps a girl from having a baby.”

“You mean if we have sex without a c-con…”

“A condom,” Emma finished for her. “Then Gramma might have a baby.”

“Omigosh!” Madison gasped, “If she has a baby, then she won’t have time to do stuff with us!”

“I know! That’s why we need to get some condoms.”

“A bunch of them!” Madison agreed. “Is it bad that we didn’t have one when we did sex with Gramma last night?”

I don’t know,” Emma admitted. “We better not say nothing to her about it. She might worry. C’mon!”

Together they hastened over to where Mabel and Jill were seated on the porch. Running up to Jill, the girls were practically jumping up and down as Emma blurted, “Jill! We need to get something from the store right now!”

“What?” Jill asked.

Glancing over at Mabel, Emma whispered, “Condoms.”

“A whole bunch of them. Like a hundred,” Madison added.

Jill looked at the girls as if they’d just sprouted extra heads. “What the hell are y’all talking about?!”

Emma whispered, “So Mabel won’t have a baby… y’know… when we’re….”

“Doing sex stuff with her,” Madison added.

“You — you want condoms s-so…” Jill started snickering.

“It’s not funny! We really need them!” Emma whispered crossly to her. Now Jill was laughing out loud.

“What’s so funny?” Mabel asked.

“These two,” Jill gasped, jerking a thumb in the girls’ direction, “are afraid that they’re g-gonna get you pregnant… so they want me to b-buy them condoms.” She laughed even harder.

“You two think I’m going to get pregnant?” Mabel asked. The girls nodded. Mabel smiled, touched by their innocence. “Girls, believe me… you don’t have to worry about that.”

“You’re not gonna get pregnant?” Emma asked. Mabel shook her head.

“Um… what is a condom, anyhow?” Madison added.

Jill continued to guffaw.

***

For their evening meal, Mabel decided to make a special dinner for her new family. As she set out plates and dinnerware, Linda was taking hot rolls from a baking tray and stacking them on a plate. She was humming a little song to herself, moving to the beat. Jill entered, then paused in the doorway to watch her little lover’s enthusiastic dancing with interest.

Jill kept quiet, not wanting to interrupt, but the growing arousal she felt at the sight of Linda’s movements became too much for her to ignore. Stealing up behind the unaware little girl, Jill wrapped both arms around her. Linda started slightly, then looked up with a shy smile “What’re you doing?”

Jill smiled back, then nuzzled Linda’s neck. “Watching you wiggle that cute little ass of yours. And you tell me that you aren’t sexy. I’m gonna have to spread that pretty butt open and give it a good tongue-lashing.”

“You’re so naughty,” Linda said.

“And you love me for it,” Jill cooed, slipping a hand beneath the ten-year-old’s short skirt.

Linda opened her mouth to protest, then went dreamy-eyed as the older girl’s fingers brushed the front of her panties. “Oh… oh, Jill…”

“Linda?” Mabel’s voice issued from the dining room. “Are those rolls done? Everything else is on the table.” They heard her call, “Emma? Maddie? Supper’s ready.”

Pulling away from Jill, Linda reached for the plateful of rolls. “Wait until we go to bed,” she told Jill. “Then you can do that to me as much as you want.” With a saucy wink, she made her way to the swinging door that led to the dining room.

Jill leaned back against the counter, squeezing her thighs together as she watched Linda’s bottom vanish. Christ almighty, what that little girl does to me! She’s becoming a real sex kitten, too. Shaking her head, she followed her underage lover to the table, where the family was gathering.

Once everyone was seated, Mabel said, “I would like to give thanks for this new family of ours. Not only do I have my granddaughter…” she looked at Jill, “…and her girlfriend, but I also have two very special people of my own to share my life with.” She smiled at Emma and Madison. “I just want all of you to know how much you have blessed me… and how thankful I am.”

Emma spoke up, “I’m thankful, too.”

Mabel smiled. “What are you thankful for, dear?”

With all sincerity, Emma replied, “I’m thankful for your big boobies.”

Madison echoed this. “Me too!”

Jill cracked up laughing as Linda exclaimed, “Emma!”

“What?” Emma looked confused. “I love Gramma’s boobies.”

Mabel told her, “I know, dear, but that’s our little secret. Is there anything else you’re thankful for?”

Emma thought a bit, then added, “When you’re bent over and I can put my…”

“Okay, okay!” Mabel exclaimed, rolling her eyes heavenward as Jill laughed harder.

Linda whispered to Jill, “It’s not funny!”

“Yes, it is,” Jill said, trying to catch her breath.

Looking around the table, Mabel said, “Each of us used to be alone… but now we’re together as a family. I just wanted to say that I love you all very much.”

There was a moment of silence, then Emma loudly whispered, “Well, I’m still thankful for your boobies.”

Mabel had to laugh. “I know, dear,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss the little girl’s cheek.

***

A couple of hours after supper, Jill and Linda were nestled together on the sofa, occasionally swapping gentle kisses.

Mabel entered the living room, Emma and Madison in tow. “We’re going to bed now,” she said.

Jill glanced over at the grandfather clock.  “Already? It’s only eight.”

“I know, but we’ll need to be up for school early tomorrow. I want you two to get to bed early as well.” She smiled down at the two youngest. “All right, girls… go get undressed, brush your teeth, and hop into bed. I’ll join you both in a minute.” Madison and Emma ran eagerly towards the bedroom, pulling off their shirts as they went. “I have a feeling those two are going to keep me up late enough as it is,” Mabel said. “Well, good night.” She followed the girls, exiting into the hallway.

Jill smiled at the departing trio. She was happy for them and proud to have helped her grandmother find new love.

Turning back to Linda snuggled up in her lap, she thought about taking her to bed, but couldn’t bear to just yet. It felt too good lying there on the couch, this precious little girl in her arms. I could lie here forever, Linda thought.

Sometime later, Linda tilted her head up to smile at Jill. “We should probably go to bed now,” she said.She started to get up, but Jill stopped her, then scooped the girl up in both arms, carrying her to their room.

As they passed by Mabel’s room, they clearly heard Emma giving directions. “…okay, Mabel, stick one finger in here and the other one in there.”

They looked at each other perplexed as Jill whispered, “What sort of kinky shit is she doing?”

Linda giggled, then said, “Not sure I want to know.” Jill carried her inside their bedroom and closed the door.

Meanwhile, in the other bedroom, Mabel was on hands and knees over the girls, swaying back and forth to drag her hanging breasts across their faces. The girls were absolutely giddy with excitement and kept snatching at them, like a cat playing with a dangling toy.

After a while, Mabel wanted to change position to rest her back, but the girls were having too much fun. Finally, she said, “Okay girls, I need to lie down for a bit.” She stretched out on her front as the girls sat up. Emma studied the woman’s bottom for a moment, then got on top of Mabel. Squirming around, she quickly made an interesting discovery.

“Ooh, Maddie… try this!” She thrust her pelvis against Mabel’s butt, grinding her smooth vulva into the ample flesh.

As Madison drew closer, Emma scooted over so that she was pressing her slit into Mabel’s left  hip, while Madison straddled the right. “Rub your pussy on her butt,” Emma said. Madison copied Emma’s movements, and soon both girls were rubbing themselves off against Mabel.

“Oh, I like this,” Madison exclaimed.

Mabel looked from one girl to the other, wide-eyed in surprise to see them humping her with such vigor. After a while, Madison was out of breath and rolled off to the side, asking Mabel, “Can you play with my pee-pee now?”

“I surely can,” Mabel replied. “Lay down.” Madison was quick to obey, and Mabel began to fondle the little girl, gently running her fingers along Madison’s belly and vulva. The child’s legs fell open and as Mabel’s fingers lightly danced over the smooth slit, she felt Emma’s hands on her hip. Looking back, Mabel realized that Emma was trying to get access to her sex, so she parted her thighs for the eager girl.

Settling down between her grandmother’s legs, Emma placed three fingers at the entrance of Mabel’s vagina, then shoved them inside with a single thrust.

“Ouch!” Mabel exclaimed, her eyes widening. “Easy now, Emma. That hurt.”

“Sorry, Gramma,” Emma said. She didn’t withdraw her fingers, just began to move more slowly as she worked them in and out.

“Yes, gentle like that,” Mabel said, then turned her attention back to Madison. She trailed her finger through the child’s smooth slit before slipping the tip of it inside, drawing a gasp from the little girl. Madison responded by reaching out and pulling her legs back to spread them even further apart.

’My God… she really wants this! Mabel thought as she moved her finger in tiny circles, carefully opening up her little lover’s vagina, admiring Madison’s bare beauty.

Suddenly Mabel felt an urge to kiss that pretty pink cleft… maybe even lick it. She’d always enjoyed getting oral from her husband when he was alive, but had never entertained the notion of going down on another female, much less a seven-year-old girl.

Why shouldn’t I lick her? Mabel asked herself. After all, Maddie is my lover now… and so is Emma. I adore these girls and want them to know it.

Leaning forward, she hesitantly touched her lips to Madison’s slit. She lightly kissed it a few times, then with more daring, deepened the kiss, as if it was a lover’s mouth. The warmth and softness of it delighted Mabel… she wanted more. Parting her lips, she allowed the tip of her tongue to emerge, slipping into the child’s vagina. She began to lick, making love to her little Maddie in this wonderful new way.

Madison felt Mabel’s mouth on her, creating all sorts of new, lovely sensations. When Emma licked her, it was rougher, sloppier, more aggressive — like the way a dog drank water. Gramma’s tongue was slow and gentle, caressing her slit. It was incredible… Madison couldn’t remember ever feeling anything this nice.

Suddenly, a new, much stronger feeling began to take hold, quickly enveloping her in a warm, delirious haze. She cried out from the intensity of it, her body letting go completely. It rose to a sharp peak, then slowly died away, leaving her drained, out of breath, and very, very happy.

Opening her eyes, Madison weakly asked, “Did I, um, pee just then?”

Mabel shook her head. “No. That was an orgasm, sweetie”

“Oh.” The child relaxed back into the pillow. “That… felt really… really…”

Mabel couldn’t help but smile at how overwhelmed Madison seemed to be “I know,” she murmured, thinking, I did that. I made this beautiful little girl come.

“…It was really… it makes me feel all woozy.”

Mabel bent down to kiss the child’s forehead, whispering, “Just rest.”

Crawling between them, Emma plopped herself down next to Madison, “Do that to me now!”

“Tell you what,” Mabel suggested, “Why don’t you lie down on your side facing me, only turned around the other way… then we’ll lick each other at the same time.”

Emma’s eyes brightened at this idea, and she swiveled around so that she and Mabel were lying in opposite directions. As the little girl’s sex came within inches of her face, Mabel arranged their bodies so that Emma’s cheek was resting on her inner thigh. Conscious of the difference in their heights, she shifted into a curved position, enough to give the child full access to her vagina. Taking hold of Emma’s hips, Mabel pressed her mouth into the little girl’s pussy and began to lick, swirling her tongue around.

“Ooh, I like that!” Emma gasped, then she buried her mouth in Mabel’s pubes and began to pleasure her grandmother. She was clumsy but eager enough to have a definite effect on the older woman, especially when Emma wriggled two fingers into Mabel’s cunt.

Though still a novice at cunnilingus — even more so than the girls, she told herself — Mabel was determined to make Emma happy and put her all into making love to the child. It seemed to be working, too. She noticed that Emma’s legs were quivering, and heard the girl’s tense breathing.

Knowing her granddaughter was edging closer and closer to release, Mabel, flicked Emma’s clit with the tip of her tongue. The child gave a muffled cry, then suddenly she was coming. She thrust her fingers even deeper into Mabel’s vagina, frantically sucking the woman’s clitoris like a straw.

A hard shudder shook Mabel’s body as she exploded in her own orgasm. She did her best not to cry out loud, embarrassed by the thought of Jill and Linda hearing it. As waves of ecstasy washed over and through her, Mabel heard an excited, “Yesss!” and upon opening her eyes, saw Emma sit up, her face dripping wet.

“Oh God, I did it again,” Mabel groaned.

Emma, grinning from ear to ear, looked quite pleased as she crowed to Madison, “She did it! She peed on me!”

“Aw, no fair! I want to get peed on, too!” Madison objected.

“Girls, it’s not…” Mabel began, then sighed, “Oh, never mind.” Madison was crawling over, an expectant gleam in her eyes, but Mabel protested, “Maddie dear, I can’t do anymore tonight. Tomorrow night, I’ll try to include both of you when I… uh… do that again.” Mabel patted the bed on either side “C’mon, girls, time to turn out the light and go to sleep. You have to be up early tomorrow for school, remember.”

The girls slipped beneath the blanket and settled in, one on each side of Mabel. After kissing Gramma goodnight, Mabel switched off the bedside lamp and sank back into her pillow. She was genuinely weary and ready to sleep, but little hands kept touching her breasts.

“Girls… stop doing that. You need to go to sleep.”

Emma spoke up. “Can we do that thing again? Where we’re babies and you feed us?”

“Yeah, can we?” Madison chimed in.

Mabel sighed. “We can’t always be…”

“Pleaaaaase…?” Emma begged, “It helps us fall asleep better.”

“Oh, okay,” Mabel said, settling back into the sheets.

Both girls cheered, then Emma grabbed her left breast and Madison took hold of the right, and the girls began to suckle. After a moment, Mabel had to admit that their warm mouths did feel lovely on her nipples, bringing back sweet memories of when she had been a mother for real.  She lovingly rubbed the girls’ bare backs as they continued to nurse.

“That’s a good baby,” Mabel cooed, “My my, you two are hungry!”

She began to feel some concern that Madison and Emma were getting too excited to sleep. But as she watched the girls, their eyes finally drifted shut, their sucking ceased, and soon they were both asleep, her nipples still in their mouths. Mabel didn’t want to disturb them, so she remained still, thinking about this wonderful new love that had come into her life. Soon she followed the children into slumber, a gentle smile on her lips.

On to Chapter Nine!

by Karin Halle

Much as I longed to make love to Louise, I found myself hesitating after that first passionate kiss. Could I actually engage in lesbian sex with a girl of thirteen I’d met less than two hours ago?

I’d shared pleasure with my daughter because it was her last wish before she died: to make love to a woman. It had proven to be a wonderful experience for us both, but I’d done some intense soul-searching in the process, grappling with my own uncertainty and guilt. I gave my sweet Larissa what she wanted, but the journey to that decision was anything but easy.

Tragic circumstances led me to make love with my daughter, but how could I possibly justify doing the same with Louise? She’s still practically a child, my conscience insisted. How can she know what she wants?

Clearly able to sense my inner conflict, Louise gazed up at me, “If you don’t feel up to it, that’s okay,” she said. “I understand.”

“It isn’t that I don’t want to,” I insisted. “After the way you made me feel, I very much want to make love to you. I mean, my God, you’re so damned adorable… and you want to, to be with me — I can see that….” Not knowing what else to say, I fell silent.

Louise smiled, but there was sadness evident in her eyes. “You can’t help but feel guilty, huh?” She knew I would be unable to reply, so she listed my misgivings for me.

“I’m only thirteen,” she said, “and you’re not s’posed to do stuff with underage girls. You’re not gay, and the only reason you did it with your daughter was because it was her dying wish. And it was a one-time only thing, right? Plus, you barely know me, and if that wasn’t enough, my mum’s in the next room.” Her face showed no expression as she added, “Is there anything else?”

When I said nothing, she held up her fingers to check off my objections, dismissing them one by one.

“Making love has nothing to do with age. I’ve got my period, so I can get pregnant… which means that I’m a woman, old enough to have sex. The age of consent is fourteen in lots of places, even twelve or thirteen, sometimes. Isn’t it weird that you can’t legally fuck in one place, but then you cross a border and it’s okay?”

Unsurprisingly, I had nothing to say to that, so one item was off her list and she went on to the issue of gender.

“Maybe you’re not into women, but you still did it with your daughter. That isn’t enough to make you gay – maybe bisexual, though. You had other reasons for making love to her than just sex. Isn’t that right?”

It was a direct question, but I don’t know whether she really expected me to answer. I remained silent, and another issue had been addressed and resolved.

“Okay, maybe we barely know each other… but that ought not to matter if you feel any kind of sexual attraction for me. In fact, couldn’t that make everything less awkward? And as for Mum being in the next room… I told you, my mother and I make love regularly.”

Louise stood up, waiting, in case I had thought of anything to say.

I had, but only more questions. “You and Alex — your Mum — how long have you two been.?”

Her smile became coy – whether it was genuine or an act, I had no clue. “Fucking? Maybe I shouldn’t say, but… more than two years now.” Even I could work out that simple arithmetic – she’d been no more than eleven.

“And… how many other women…?”

There was no doubting her sincerity because her answer sounded like a confession. “None.”

Somehow, that made things worse. “Then why me?”

The mask of maturity seemed to slip from Louise. “It’s like I told you before. I just… felt something when we first met. I knew it was meant to be… that you and I are supposed to be together..”

Thirteen years old, naked, and fresh from giving me a most amazing orgasm… and she suddenly looked like the kid she’s supposed to be.

“If you don’t make love to me tonight, you will some other time. It’s going to happen, Karin – I know it.”

She had already proven herself to be insightful to an almost uncanny extent, and I accepted that she was probably right about that too.

In the face of the inarguable logic of Louise’s arguments, and her certainty that we would become lovers sooner or later, I succumbed to her seduction.

To be honest, what really happened is that I gave into my lust for her. Sure, my concerns and objections had been genuine — but all I really needed was an excuse to salve my conscience.

Reaching out, I took Louise’s hand, gently drawing her down until she was lying beside me.

As I kissed her, I was careful to be gentle, conscious of how young she was. In the heat of the moment, it somehow slipped my mind that she was already an experienced lesbian, one who had taken me to an incredible peak mere minutes ago.

Clearly impatient with my careful lovemaking, Louise seized the moment — crushing her mouth to mine,  her tongue demanding entry.

I was stunned, thrilled to bits by this sweet, intelligent girl’s transformation into a tigress. But while I was happy to let her set the pace, I wasn’t about to let her take control. I figured that Louise’s mum had set a high standard when it came to the intensity of their lovemaking, and I was determined to equal or better that.

My tongue met hers, darting like a striking snake into my young lover’s mouth. Louise made a little squeaking sound that might have been surprise.

As we kissed, I put a hand to her conical breast. Her tits were absolutely flawless, putting me in mind of ice cream, of all things — a vanilla cone with a cherry on top.

I’d already made up my mind that if this youngster intended to play sex games, she’d have to run with the grownups. Grasping Louise’s left nipple, I gave it a pinch, then tugged it – not too roughly, just enough to make her gasp into my mouth, a hard shiver racing through the girl’s frame.

Shifting my attention to her other breast, I bent to take the tip of it between my lips, letting a hand trail down her body, over the soft belly and beyond.

As my fingers reached her baby-smooth mons, I sucked hard on her nipple, simultaneously flicking it with my tongue. Louise squealed and clutched my face to her chest. I could hear the frantic beatbeatbeat of her heart, so I figured I was at least equalling the high marks that Alex had set in bed with her daughter.

I slipped a finger into the narrow valley between her swollen labia, thrilled to discover how hot and juicy she was. No doubt about it, this thirteen-year-old nymph was primed and ready for action. Using my thumb to tease Louise’s clitoris, I slipped a finger into her cunt.

She didn’t need foreplay, not this time. That would come after she’d had her first climax. And if I had my way, it would quickly lead to a second one.

Her vagina was open, wet, and very tight. I pumped a finger in and out a few times before I curled it upward, seeking out the inner surface where her G-spot lurked. As I touched Louise there, I pressed my thumb firmly down on the clitoris, then gave her nipple a gentle bite.

Louise immediately went off in a wailing orgasm, her body bucking wildly. She wasn’t able to dislodge me, though, and I managed to keep pleasuring her until she was on the verge of coming again, blurting, “Holy fuck, holy fuck!” over and over.

Before she came too far off the boil, I shifted position so I was between her legs. Using my thumbs to spread the girl’s labia, dark pink and swollen with desire, I put my face to her wet pussy. I was gulping down her thick, sweet honey, trying to draw more out of her.

Focused as I was on the task at hand, it barely registered when I heard Alex’s voice. “Louise, kindly keep the noise down. I’m trying to sleep, and the neighbours probably are too!”

Louise breathlessly replied, “S-sorry, Mum. Oh God, oh God! Fuck, I’m… I’m… ”

She was bouncing around so much that I wrapped both arms around her thin, pale thighs to keep my mouth where it belonged – buried in her wet pussy.

I heard Alex sigh. “Guess I’m not getting any sleep until you two are finished. Don’t be doing this all night, okay?” I thought I could hear her padding away.

Wanting even more of my lover’s nectar, I drove my tongue into her cunt, using it as a scoop to get more. At the same time, I took her clit between finger and thumb, then gave it a gentle tweak.

That was sufficient to make Louise come again, and she was unable to stifle a cry of delight. That was when I heard Alex say, “My God… you two are so fucking hot together.”

Startled, I raised my head to see Louise’s mum standing nearby, watching us. All she wore was a skimpy pair of dark blue knickers, and her right hand was fiddling about inside them. She was watching me fuck her thirteen year old daughter, as cool as could be.

Never before had I had sex before an audience – let alone my lover’s mother.

Louise was panting heavily as Alex began to whimper, the woman’s eyes still riveted to us as she rapidly approached an orgasm of her own. It was a thrilling sight, especially knowing that she was reacting to the sight of her daughter and me getting hot and sweaty together.

Caught up in the moment’s rapture, Alex shuddered, swaying where she stood, still masturbating. She nearly lost balance at one point, but managed to right herself.

Now Louise was watching along with me as her mum’s ecstasy crested, then waned. Finally, Alex gave us a sleepy smile, then she padded over to where we lay, carefully seating herself on the bed. Raising her hand, she casually sucked at the glistening fingertips.

“That was sooo cool, Mum,” Louise murmured. “Love you…” She drifted into a contented yawn.

“I love you too, baby,” Alex said, patting her daughter’s bare hip.

I cuddled Louise’s sweat-drenched body to me, curling myself around her. She was already falling asleep.

“Well, good night,” Alex said, slowly rising to her feet. “Oh, and just so you know, Karin — tomorrow morning, it’s my turn.” With a wink, she turned and made her exit.

With a dozing Louise in my arms, I lay awake for a while, marvelling at this extremely odd situation I’d somehow stumbled into. I recall wondering how my poor lost Larissa would have felt about it. Maybe it was self-serving on my part, but I honestly believed that she would approve.

Not long after that, I drifted off.

***

As I began to awaken, I had a feeling of extreme confusion. I was in a single bed – how was that possible?

An image began to seep into my brain – the image of a naked body. It was a girl, slender and very young.

Louise! Suddenly, I was wide awake.

My little sex-kitten, however, was still very much asleep. No wonder – we’d fucked each other silly just a few hours earlier.

I slithered out of her bed, stretched my stiff limbs and padded my way to the kitchen, still naked.

Alex was already there, also naked, pouring a large glass of orange juice. She held up the bottle as an invitation.

I ought to have been embarrassed. I was face to face with a woman whose underage daughter I’d just made love to. I was also nude, and would normally have quickly concealed myself. But in this strange new world lesbian incest with underage girls was normal, my lack of clothing barely registered.

“Thanks,” I said, gratefully taking a glass of juice from Alex’s hand.

“I’m sorry about last night,” I began.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Sorry for what?”

I pulled a chair from under the kitchen table and sat down heavily. “I don’t know – for having sex with your little girl, for keeping you awake… and anything else I might have done.”

She gave a merry laugh. “There’s no reason to apologise for fucking Louise – she wanted it, for God’s sake. Anyhow, I don’t believe you’re sorry at all.” She sat down opposite me. “As for the noise… well, you were a bit loud, but Louise was making the bloody walls shake.”

It was impossible for me not to chuckle.

“God, you really did get her off,” Alex said admiringly. Was she really complimenting me on how well I’d fucked her child?

“She must have fallen hard for you, Karin. I knew it when she asked you to take her picture. She would never let anybody photograph her like that, except me.” She paused, then added, “You do know that I brought you home so I could make a move on you, right? But Louise stole you right from under my nose.”

Something Louise had said came back to me. “She told me that we’re meant to be together, or something like that – as if it was already in the stars.”

“Don’t dismiss that notion. Louise does seem to have some sort of… sense for things. Not for seeing the future, as such – if she could do that, I’d have her picking race winners – but a… well, let’s call it a sensitivity to other people. When she says stuff like that, she’s more often right than not.”

Only a few days ago I would almost certainly have scoffed, but now it didn’t seem hard to believe.

Alex drained her glass, got up and placed it in the sink, then came back to me. “Come along, you.”

Stupid me, I looked up at her and said, “Huh?’

She gave me a grin that was practically feral. “I told you last night. My daughter may have nicked you from me yesterday… but it’s Mummy’s turn now, and I expect you to give me as good a fuck as Louise got.” She held out her hand to me, and I hesitantly took it.

Alex stood me up, plucked the glass from my hand and set it on the table. Then she kissed me.

I quickly realised that mother and daughter had very different approaches to kissing. Louise’s kisses were sweet but insistent, perfectly capturing the excitement of new love. She made me feel like the horny teen I once was. Alex kissed like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted: a hot, sweaty fuck. She was demanding, but sure enough of herself that she didn’t need to be aggressive.

When we finally drifted apart, Alex was wearing that bad-girl grin again. “Ready for more?” she purred.

“Lead the way,” I told her.

We travelled through the house to Alex’s bedroom. She didn’t bother with closing the door — just climbed onto the bed, drawing me down with her.

When we began to make love, neither of us took the lead. With Louise, first she’d made love to me, then I pleasured her. With Alex, though, it was a shared experience, taking and giving at the same time.

It was my first sexual experience with an adult woman. My lesbian history was limited, to say the least – I’d been with my virgin daughter, then I’d had the far more experienced Louise. As for Alex, it was clear that she knew what she was doing.

We soon found ourselves in a sixty-nine — but instead of using our mouths on each other’s cunts, we were indulging in a vigorous bout of finger-fucking, our movements growing more and more intense with each thrust.

It made no difference which of us began to peak first, because her climax fuelled mine and mine hers, and we came almost simultaneously, as if we’d planned it that way.

Afterwards, we lay in that same position, idly toying with each other’s still-tender pussy.

We shared a long, blissful silence, then Alex spoke up. “Karin, there’s something we need to discuss. It’s clear to me that my daughter really wants to be in a serious romantic relationship with you… and I feel pretty certain that you feel the same way.

“I want you to know that I’m fine with that, but… well, I’ll still want to make love with Louise, too.  She’s my daughter, after all.”

In the normal world, that statement would have been the height of irony. In Alex-Louise World, however, it was to be taken at face value.

“And I want to keep making love to you as well,” she added.

That seemed to make perfect sense as well — in Alex-Louise-Karin World, that is.

“Will you be able to handle that?”

My answer was immediate — although it surprised even me, just a little. “Alex, I can handle anything, as long as I have a home in Louise’s heart… and a place in her bed.”

“God, that is so sweet!” came a young voice.

My head jerked up like it was on a string. Sure enough, Louise was standing in the doorway. Needless to say, she wasn’t wearing a stitch. I was beginning to forget what she looked like with clothes on.

“How long h-have you been there?” I gasped. Apparently this mother/daughter pair not only enjoyed making love with one another, they also liked watching each other having it off with someone else.

Louise snickered, then declared, “Hey, at least I waited till you guys were done!”

Alex and I shared a glance, then we burst into laughter. Louise took advantage of our mirth to edge her way into the room.

“Mum?” she began, wearing a wistful expression. “Can I please cuddle with you guys now? If you’re finished, that is.”

Little minx, I thought.

“Silly girl,” Alex replied, gazing at her child with adoring eyes. “You know you can always get in bed with me, sweetheart. No matter what! But right now, we have a guest.” She turned to me. “What do you think, Karin? Want to make room for this sexy brat?”

“Hey! I’m not a brat!” Louise mock-scowled.

“Oh, the more, the merrier,” I answered, raising the blanket to welcome our young guest. “In you get, my sweet.”

“Cool!” Louise squealed. Clambering into position between us, she steadied herself by resting a hand in the middle of my chest. No sooner had she touched me, than she flinched as if she’d just received an electric shock.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Alex asked.

“Whoa… I had this, this funny feeling. It went all the way up my arm and into my chest,” the girl answered.

“You’d better not be having a heart attack, young lady,” said Alex.

“You know what I think, Karin?” Louise said, capturing me all over again with those deep blue eyes. “It was your daughter. She was connecting your heart to mine.”

I felt a surge of warmth that seemed to illuminate me from the inside. Drawing Louise to me, I kissed her tenderly. “You know, I’m sorry you never got to meet Larissa… something tells me that she would have loved you.” I kissed her again. “Almost as much as I do.”

“I love you too, Karin,” Louise whispered, nestling into my arms. Her steady breathing told me that she would soon be asleep. I felt Alex’s lips brush my cheek, then she too settled down.

Me, I lay still and quiet, cuddling my new lover, too much going on in my head to even think about sleep. Instead, I lost myself in memories of Larissa. Now, though, they didn’t hurt so much.

The End 

If you’ve enjoyed this story, check out the follow-up by the same author: Louise’s Portfolio.

Author’s Note: As always, I want to thank JetBoy for helping me to tell the story. His editing and suggestions made everything clearer and more complete.

by Karin Halle

My decision to pull up roots and move to a new city was made easily enough. The death of my daughter Larissa had left me with no reason or desire to stay where I was. Nothing remained but unhappy memories and an all-encompassing sadness. At the age of thirty-seven, I ached for a fresh start, a new life with nothing and nobody from my past.

The only thing that moving to a new location couldn’t fix was the hole in my heart – actually, it was a hole in my entire life.

Larissa’s passing at fourteen had left me devastated – and alone. My parents were long gone, and I was an only child, just as my daughter had been. Her father had not been in contact with either of us for years; in fact, he couldn’t have known that his child had died.

My friends all understood why I had to leave, and we vowed to keep in touch with each other. Well, everyone knows how those promises usually work out.

Having only myself to support, I didn’t need full-time employment, which made it fairly easy to obtain work in my new home town. The fact that it was a larger city also helped, and made finding an apartment with a single bedroom easy to arrange as well. The building was located in a lovely suburb, and for the first time in more than a year, I began to think of my life in the future tense. I even emailed a few friends from my old hometown to tell them how well I was doing.

I soon realised, however, that working part-time left me with too many idle hours, and I knew that sitting around in the little apartment that was now my home was an invitation to dwell on Larissa and how badly my heart still ached for her. After looking into the various options available to me, I decided to join a local art society.

It made perfect sense. Art had been one of my better subjects at school, so I wouldn’t have to start as a complete novice. That said, none of my own work from all those years ago still existed, so I had no portfolio of work to show the group. I did, at least, have drawings and a painting that my daughter had done. I was extremely proud of them… they were, along with photos of her, my most treasured possessions. Naturally, I showed them to the art society and was delighted that they attracted positive responses. All parents think that their kids are great artists, so it’s especially nice when the compliments come from somebody else.

Most members of the art society were seniors, who were only there for something to keep them occupied and enjoyed chatting as much as painting. Few of them were what I’d call capable artists. There was one notable exception, aside from the retired teacher who supervised our group: a woman in her mid-forties named Alex.

We hit it off right away. Alex told me that she was delighted to have a new member of the group who possessed even a hint of artistic talent. In fact, what she said was, “Thank goodness… somebody who knows which end of the brush to put the paint on!”

Although her assessment of the group was completely accurate, she had the good grace to say it after making sure she couldn’t be overheard. We shared a private chuckle.

A couple of weeks later, Alex suggested that we should have a bite together after class.

She took me to a quaint but superb little cafe, where we chatted almost exclusively about art. Once again, Alex expressed pleasure at being able to talk seriously about the subject with somebody, anybody.

Before we knew it, the evening was closing in. We agreed to split the bill and took out our wallets. Alex would put the whole thing on her card, and I’d give her cash for my half of the order. She handed the credit card to the waitress, who promptly set off with it.

Then Alex gave me a thoughtful look as if she was trying to decide something. After a moment, she reached into her handbag, bringing out a small manila envelope. From this, she extracted a piece of paper. For a moment she looked at it, then at me, finally handing it over.

It turned out to be a flier, an invitation to an art exhibition scheduled for the coming Friday. An exclusive art exhibition, according to the invitation. It was addressed to Alex, ‘and friend’.

I was thrilled that she had chosen to extend the invitation to me, seeing as we’d only known each other for a couple of weeks — and I told her so.

“Let me ask you something,” she said. “Do you consider yourself to be an open-minded person? About art, I mean?”

That puzzled me, but I tried not to let that show. “Well, when it comes to culture, I’m not easily offended,” I told her. “Why do you ask?”

Her answer was simple: “You’ll see.”

“What’s this exhibition about, then? Is it pornographic?”

Alex shrugged. “Pornography, art – the two are sometimes interchangeable. How do you distinguish one from the other? And who decides which is which? Using what criteria? I can say this, though — the exhibition is private because there are people out there who would object to it in a very big way. Without even seeing it!” She rolled her eyes.

I admitted to being curious and told Alex that I was adult enough to handle whatever the exhibition might feature.

“I’ll hold you to that!” she said with a grin.

Departing the coffee shop, we said our goodbyes. “See you Friday night, then,” Alex said. “Here, give me your address — I’ll pick you up!” I told it to her, and she typed it into her phone. We shared a brief hug, then went our separate ways.

That Friday evening, I’d just finished getting ready to leave when Alex phoned to confirm that she was waiting outside in a cab. Snatching up my handbag, I zipped downstairs, climbed in next to my new friend, and we were off.

The exhibition was taking place at a downtown gallery. The whole thing seemed to be very hush-hush, though — Alex actually had to show her invitation to a doorkeeper to be allowed to enter, then we saw him turn away a curious passerby in a very brusque fashion.

I noticed something curious right away: there were paintings on the walls, but the room was so dimly lit that we couldn’t really see them. In fact, the only real light came from a doorway on the opposite side. Alex led me in that direction.

“This part of the gallery is closed,” she murmured, placing a hand on my arm. “We’re here for the after-hours showing in the downstairs space.” Sure enough, we descended a flight of stairs, then entered a room at the bottom. As we passed through the door, a waitress handed us each a glass of champagne.

This room proved to be another gallery, smaller than the first, also adorned with frames. Unlike the first gallery, the frames in this room all contained photographs rather than paintings. Most of the pictures were quite large, with some in black and white, others in colour.

There was a theme that tied the collection together: all the photos were of naked girls, their ages ranging from children to teenagers. The poses ran the gamut from fairly modest to very explicit.

Some of the models were turned partly away from the camera, some deployed their hands for modesty, some were staged so their private parts weren’t on display.

At the other end of the spectrum were shots that could easily have graced the pages of adult magazines, were it not for the ages of the models.

These girls showed absolute confidence in the way they posed, displaying a natural ease in front of the camera despite their nudity. There were even a few photographs in which the models were touching themselves.

I was entranced — aroused, even. True, these images were sexual, because they depicted the female body in such an intimate way. At the same time, they were anything but pornographic, no matter how explicit the various poses were. They excited the heart as much as the libido. At least, that was my opinion.

An opinion, I realised, that might not be entirely objective. These images were touching something deep inside me, something sweet and mysterious. I thought all the models looked beautiful, of course – there were different ages, from skinny kids to fully developed teens; some girls had fair hair and others dark; there were different skin hues, a wide variety of facial expressions…

Yet somehow, nearly every one of them reminded me of Larissa. I don’t mean that they physically resembled her, though a few of them did. It was more of a spiritual thing.

That’s when it struck me that my Larissa had never posed for a nude photograph. My heart seemed to stop in mid-beat as that sank in.

When my daughter and I made love, not long before her death, I was responding to her most heartfelt wish: to experience physical pleasure with a woman. I hadn’t even known that Larissa was gay… and I’d never had a lesbian experience of my own, not until then. Oh, I fought the idea at first, but gave in because it was my baby girl’s final wish. And it turned out to be the most beautiful, fulfilling sexual experience of my life.

I missed Larissa terribly, ached inside from the loss of my precious daughter. But I also secretly longed for my fourteen-year-old lover, the one whose last name was the same as mine.

A few weeks after her funeral, I brought myself to a frantic orgasm while thinking of that wondrous night, when Larissa and I had shared our bodies, our souls. I remembered how perfectly she’d fitted into my arms; the sweet scent of her skin; the taste of her mouth, her sex, her rosebud; the music of her cries when I’d made her come.

Then I recalled how my daughter had pleasured me. How could I even begin to describe that experience, how incredible it is to be taken as a lover by the girl I’d given life to? At first, I had been reluctant to do these things with Larissa, but as we lay together afterward, our bare bodies entwined, I felt no guilt at all.

I thought of all these things while fingering myself… then afterward I wept, ashamed for having used my lost daughter as a masturbation fantasy.

That didn’t keep me from doing the same thing a week later. And a few days after that, I made myself come twice, lost in erotic visions of my sweet Larissa. By then, I was reconciled to this fierce need of mine, even if it made me somewhat uneasy. By the end of the month, even that discomfort was gone.

My friends told me I needed to start dating again, to find myself a boyfriend. But I didn’t want a new lover, whether male or female. I wanted my daughter back. And even though that wasn’t going to happen, I had the impressions of our lovemaking to sustain me.

Now I was looking at photos of naked young girls, dozens of them, wishing that I’d had the foresight to immortalise Larissa in the same way.

I wished for a photograph like the ones in this display, so other people could admire her and see how perfect she was. Perhaps even in an especially revealing pose, like some of these were. Not that Larissa was any kind of exhibitionist, but she was very much like the girls in these images, comfortable in her own body.

My eyes were misting up. Until then, the idea of taking a nude snapshot of my child had never occurred to me, even after we’d been intimate together… now, I wanted one so badly it hurt.

“Well, what do you think?” Until Alex spoke, I’d totally forgotten that she was there.

“Honestly, I’m still trying to work out what I think,” I told her.

Alex frowned slightly.  “You’re not offended, are you?”

“No,” I assured her. “Definitely not. I’m just trying to get the right words.” I moved over to study another photo, this one a girl of eleven or twelve lying on her side, barely concealing her vulva with a hand. “This show could be closed down, couldn’t it? If there was a complaint, I mean. So many of these models are underage!”

Alex looked at me evenly. “Some people – wowsers – would call this child pornography. Others would argue that the human body can never be offensive, that it’s always beautiful. That it’s the ultimate art. Especially children.” She paused. “So, I’ll ask again: what do you think?”

“As photography goes, these are all superb. They’re all really artistic — the poses, the lighting… everything. And the models are all… well, they’re perfect.”

I walked over to one particular photograph. In glorious natural colour, it depicted a girl lying back with her legs apart and comfortably showing herself, without a trace of hair to obscure her mons. She appeared to be in her teens – only just – so the lack of pubes probably meant that she was shaved. Her breasts supported my estimate of her age – they were small, but perfectly conical.

“Take this one,” I said. “She’s beautiful and she knows it, and she’s not afraid to let other people know it too. It looks like she wants the viewer – everybody, really — to appreciate what she has. I’m sure she shares your opinion that the human body is always beautiful.”

“I’m so glad you like it,” a woman’s voice purred behind me. As I turned, the woman was addressing my friend. “Good of you to come, Alex.”

“No way would I miss this, Deanna. You know that.” Alex introduced us – it turned out that Deanna was the owner of the gallery and the curator of the collection.

We spoke for a few minutes before Deanna excused herself to speak to other guests. As she walked away, Alex broke into a big grin. “You really impressed her, with what you said about the model.”

“It wasn’t all that insightful,” I said.

“Nevertheless, you’re right. This girl really does think the human body is a thing of beauty. She’s always had that outlook.” She paused. “Her name is Louise… she’s my daughter.”

I had just then taken a sip of my champagne, and it spurted from my mouth.

Alex giggled. “How gauche,” she mock-scolded. “Would you like to meet her? She’s here somewhere.” She looked around the room, spotted someone and raised her hand to wave.

Sure enough, the girl from the photograph came over, went up on tippy-toe to kiss her mother on the cheek, then offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Louise,” she said. “You must be Karin, right?”

I took her hand and murmured “I am,” which was the only thing I could think of to say. My God… she was even lovelier in person.

“Darling, Karin was saying how beautiful she thinks you are.”

“Really? Oh, thank you!” To my utter surprise, she sounded not merely genuine but actually surprised that somebody would say something like that to her. “Makeup and lighting help a lot, you know. Stuff like that can make a big difference,” she said with a sincerity that I found amazing.

When I told her that she looked just as beautiful now, without all the photographer’s tricks, she actually blushed.

“Honey, there’s another shot of you around here,” Alex said. “Do you know where that one is?”

Louise took her mother and I each by the hand and led us to a wall with works we hadn’t yet viewed.

In this photograph, also in colour, Louise was standing, her body side on to the viewer, an arm raised as if she was reaching for something. Unlike the other photograph, in which everything she had was on view, this pose concealed her breasts and sex.

“I like the other one more,” Louise asserted, shaking her head. “This pose is too artificial – in the other one I look more natural.”

“Did you take these, then?” I asked Alex.

Louise answered before her mother could. “Yes.”

“How old are you?” Although I was asking Louise, I was facing Alex.

“Thirteen,” Alex replied. “I’ll be fourteen in a few weeks.” I know that it’s an important distinction when you’re that age.

“My goodness!” I gasped. “You’re younger than my daughter!”

“You have a daughter?” Louise enthused, presumably thinking of a potential new friend.

“I had a daughter,” I corrected her. “She died recently. She was fourteen.”

Louise went from elated to horrified in an instant. “Oh my God, no! That’s awful! Oh, I’m so, so sorry.” Looking as if she was about to burst into tears, she flung both arms around me. Embracing me tightly, she whispered, “I’m so sorry!” three or four times.

Not knowing how to reply, I simply patted her on the back.

Apparently Alex hadn’t known of my loss either – it had never come up in our conversation, it seems. She too was full of apologies. “Jesus, Karin, I didn’t know. I shouldn’t have brought you here. Can you forgive me?”

I had to look over Louise’s shoulder to speak to Alex. “There’s nothing to forgive. You said it yourself — you didn’t know.” I had to take a breath, briefly overwhelmed by memories that were simultaneously wonderful and painful. “It’s okay. Really it is.”

Although my assurances were sincere, the atmosphere at the exhibition had changed in a big way for the three of us. Alex knew it, too. “Come on. We’ll go back to my place. You two get a taxi and I’ll apologise to Deanna. I’ll be right with you.”

I protested – to Alex’s back. Meanwhile, Louise, having disentangled herself from me, was already leading me back to the door that led to the other gallery and, from there, the door to the street. Alex caught up with us just as her daughter flagged a cab down.

Once Alex had given the driver her address, I said, “Really, there’s no need — I don’t want to drag you away from the show…”

“Don’t you worry about it,” Alex told me. “I told Deanna that you suddenly felt unwell, which wasn’t much of a lie. And she’s used to me being flighty.” She laughed. “I always have been.”

I’m sure I looked confused, because she added, “She’s my sister. At least I put in an appearance.”

As we rode to Alex’s place, Louise hesitantly began to ask me questions about Larissa. Alex quickly shushed her daughter, but I said, “I don’t mind talking about her. In fact, I’m grateful for the chance to tell someone how wonderful she was.”

I was surprised to hear myself saying those words. After her passing, I’d always avoided speaking about my daughter. If anyone asked if I had children, my usual response was a terse “No.” But something about Alex and Louise made me want to share my thoughts and impressions of Larissa, to see her through my eyes.

At the small home Alex and her daughter shared, they led me to their living room. Louise promptly made an exit, announcing, “I’m going to get changed.”

“Hang that dress up carefully,” Alex called after her. From what I had observed of Louise, I was sure she always took good care of the blue dress she had been wearing. It was obviously expensive.

A few minutes later, two things happened. Alex handed me a glass of wine, and Louise returned — only now, she was stark naked.

“Honey,” Alex scolded. “Guest!” She indicated me with a sharp gesture of her thumb.

“Oh, Mum… It’s all right with you, isn’t it Karin? You don’t mind if I’m naked, do you?”

Having seen all her charms on open display at the gallery, I figured that refusing to let her be naked now would be rather hypocritical.

“It doesn’t bother me,” I told her, “but it’s not up to me. It’s your mother’s decision.”

“Mum doesn’t mind me being naked,” Louise declared as she sat down on the sofa. “Do you, Mum?”

“She’s always in the altogether around the house,” Alex explained with a wry grin. “The only reason she puts clothes on to go out is because she has to.”

“We were born without clothes, so it’s totally normal,” Louise added.

I glanced in her direction. Sitting down, she had rearranged herself and was now seated with one leg tucked under the other. This put her vulva on display, almost as clearly as it had been in the photograph.

Louise noticed me looking at her and smiled. “Would you like to take my picture, Karin?” she asked.

“Not now, sweetheart,” Alex said. “We just got here — let her relax.”

“We’re home a lot earlier than we expected, though,” Louise pointed out. “It’s not like any of us are worn out, right? Let’s do something fun!” My daughter had been the same — an expert at persuading grownups to go along with her ideas.

Alex looked at me. Surprising myself, I answered, “I’m fine with it.”

With a shrug, Alex opened a cabinet, from which she carefully extracted a very expensive-looking camera and a folding tripod.  She quickly set up the apparatus, then announced, “If it’s okay with you two, I’m going to have myself a long, hot, soothing bath.”

Before she could leave, I piped up, “I don’t know how to use this thing!”

Alex came back. She pulled off the lens cap, looked through a viewfinder on top of the camera and moved the tripod slightly. She peered through the viewfinder once more, then adjusted the focus of the lens.

“There. All setup. You can’t go wrong. All you have to do is push the button.” She took a remote control unit from the bottom of the camera and pressed a red button. A green light appeared on the remote controller. “Green button… picture taken.” She pointed to a screen on the remote. “That’s the image monitor. Use the yellow button to save the image. Any questions, ask Louise. Any more questions, you’ll have to work it out for yourselves. Now, if there’s nothing else…”

Alex vanished through the doorway. I looked at Louise, dumbfounded, and she grinned back. A moment later, the sound of running water could be heard.

“I’m rea-dy…” Louise sang, relaxing into her seat.

What else could I do? My heart raced as I stood and slowly approached the mounted camera.

When I bent to look into the viewfinder, I almost fainted. Alex had aimed the lens directly between her daughter’s thighs, and focussed the zoom to get a close-up of Louise’s pussy.

Telling myself It’s just a test shot, I picked up the remote device and pushed the green button. A close-up of Louise’s sex appeared on the monitor. My hand shook as I pressed the yellow button. Even on the little monitor it was apparent, very apparent, that Louise’s pussy was wet. What was going on here?

I looked up at Louise. She was smiling prettily, almost making me want to adjust the camera to take her portrait. Those sapphire eyes of hers seemed to penetrate my soul.

There was no doubt that she could read me like a book, sensing the confused arousal that I felt. Her smile slowly turned into a cheeky grin as she reached down and spread her labia open with two fingers, revealing the inner flesh of her vagina.

No longer thinking in any way like a responsible adult, I stared into the viewfinder. It showed various shades of pink, glistening with wetness. I was trembling where I stood, trying not to let it show.

I pushed the green button, then pushed the yellow button.

Another peek at Louise… her expression was positively gleeful, like a child with a new toy. When she saw me looking again, she reached down with the other hand to push back the hood of her clit.

The green button, followed by the yellow button.

My head was spinning. I heard Louise say, “I can put a finger inside, but then all you would see in the picture is my hand. You couldn’t see my pussy properly.”

I didn’t respond, but she had a suggestion. “If you like, you can come over here and touch me yourself, then take the picture with the remote.” Her eyes were dancing with mischief.

The sheer lewdness of her proposal quickly jerked me back to reality. Just minutes earlier, I’d attended an art exhibition that, in a legal sense, featured child pornography. Now there I was, creating kiddie-porn of my own.

Fearful that my legs would buckle under me, I sat down heavily in a nearby chair. “What the hell is this?” I gasped. “Wh-what are you doing?”

That sweet smile reappeared on Louise’s lips. “I enjoy being naked. I love showing myself off. And I love to shock people. Especially pretty ladies like you.”

“But… why would you want to shock me?”

She rose and, moving as elegantly as a gazelle, padded over to where I sat. “Mum likes you. She said that you’re intelligent and kind and have a beautiful soul… and that you’re very sad. I think she wanted to give you a…. a bit of a jolt.”

I had to laugh in spite of myself. “Well, if that’s what she was trying to do, she sure succeeded!”

Louise offered her hand, which I took, then she gently guided me to my feet. “Come with me.”

When I managed to speak, it came out as a croak: “Where?”

“I can’t take your pain away, but maybe I can help you to forget it for a while..”

Submitting meekly, I allowed Louise to lead me through the house until we reached her bedroom. She sat on the bed, then tugged on my hand until I sat down beside her.

I was afraid to look at her, frightened of what I might see in those eyes… then soft lips brushed my neck, and the warm tip of her tongue trailed a pathway up to my earlobe, which she nibbled.

Oh my God, oh my God…  is this really happening? I was intensely aroused — and terrified.

“We can’t do this,” I whispered, afraid that Alex would hear if I spoke too loudly. “Your…your mum…”

“She won’t mind,” Louise murmured. Her hand now rested on my thigh.

I was both surprised, yet not surprised – in the world inhabited by Alex and Louise, it seemed that just about anything was possible.

Louise suddenly moved to straddle my lap, a look on her face that was almost a challenge. “We’ve made love, you know,” she said. “Mum and I, I mean. Many times.”

I felt certain she knew, somehow, that I had no right to criticise Louise or her mother for that.

For the first time, I admitted it out loud. “I made love to my daughter, too.”

Louise placed her hand in the middle of my chest. “You gave her the deepest love possible, gave her pleasure. And it gave you pleasure, too, to make her feel that way. Didn’t it?”

Rendered mute, I nodded.

“And then she gave her love to you. She loved you with her body and her soul. It’s the greatest gift that a girl can share with her mother… and it made you both incredibly happy. Am I right?”

Her words struck me to the core. With difficulty, I found my voice. “How can you know that? How can you possibly know that?” I was shaking, on the verge of tears.

“I’m sensitive,” she replied. “That’s what Mum calls it. I can sense your feelings. I’m not a mind reader, so I don’t know your daughter’s name, but I can feel your emotions.” She paused. “You were… close to her, I can tell that. Closer than most mums are with their daughters.”

“We — we were close, yes,” I mumbled. Even as I struggled with memories of Larissa, the scent of Louise and the warmth of her body were playing games with my head.

“I can see that… but I didn’t know for sure that you were lovers. I thought maybe you wanted to be her lover, but never got the chance.” Her silken arms twined their way around my neck, and she nestled into my lap.

Overcome by a need to explain, I told her, “Larissa was going to die, and she wanted t-to experience what it was like to make love. I didn’t know until then that — that she was gay. There was no one else to help her, no one! Just me. All that mattered was making my little girl happy. So I went to bed with her… even though it wasn’t right.”

“Of course it was right. Sex is a wonderful thing – for us humans. It isn’t an urge, like with other animals. It’s something we can choose, and enjoy, and use to give somebody else lovely feelings. Sex is actually a gift from nature. A beautiful gift.” Her lips grazed my cheek.

“It was beautiful,” I confessed, suddenly wanting Louise to know everything. “I thought I was just giving my daughter what she wanted… but it was so good, making love to her. I never knew sex could be like that!”

“Was it your only time together?”

I shook my head. “It was our only night together. We… did it several more times before the sun came up. The next day… we never discussed it, but there was a sort of, of silent agreement between us that it was a one-time thing.” I sighed heavily. “She died two days later.”

“Oh, my. That is sad.” Louise shifted a bit, still resting in my lap. “I’m not squashing you, am I?”

“No, not at all,” I replied. “Here’s the thing, though. A few weeks after she was gone, I started having these fantasies about Larissa. Sex fantasies. One night, I got myself off, remembering the things we did.”

“Hmmm. Interesting.”

“I felt ashamed of myself afterward, too. But the next time… well, it didn’t feel as bad. Or the times after that. Now, well, I guess I’ve become obsessed with her, with what we had on that one night.” I couldn’t hold back a sob, couldn’t keep that first tear from falling. “God what a fucked-up mess I am. First I had sex with my own daughter, then I f-fell in love with her. And now — now she’s g-gone forever…” And just like that, I was crying.

I felt gentle hands lift my face, then I was staring into Louise’s soulful eyes. “Listen to me, Karin,” she began. “You are a good person. You made your daughter’s last wish come true, even though you felt it was wrong to do. Then it turned out to be a beautiful experience.

“Now she’s gone, and you miss her something awful. Why wouldn’t you miss making love with her, too? You weren’t wrong to give her what she wanted… and it doesn’t make you bad to wish you could be with her that way again.

I clumsily wiped my face. “Most people wouldn’t agree with you. They’d call me a disgusting pervert.”

Louise rolled her eyes. “Oh, society. What do they know?” She giggled. “It’s funny – the most natural things in the world are nakedness and sex. And they’re the things that are the most… forbidden.’

I felt it necessary to shake my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts. “You’re a marvel, Louise. How did you get so… so wise?”

Louise smiled. “Mum says I have an old soul.”

She leaned close and kissed me, her lips touching the corner of my mouth. At the same time she reached behind to pull down the zip of my dress.

I knew I should stop her, or at least protest, but I was distracted by those lovely kisses, which grew increasingly heated as Louise undressed me. Before long, I found myself naked — and by then, it was too late to stop.

As we lay down together the kisses continued, our tongues now coming into play. I felt fingers caressing my pussy.

“You’re so wet!” Louise announced. “You really need this, don’t you?”

“More than you can imagine,” I moaned. “You’re like — medicine for my soul.”

“Medicine for the soul. I like that,” she said. Her touch was so gentle that it was barely there, but it was so, so unbelievably arousing. Not that I needed to be aroused any further.

Oh God – it felt as if my clit was being brushed by a rose petal.

I could feel that blissful pressure building up inside me, my limbs beginning to tremble. So soon? She’d scarcely even begun!

It was coming, though — and then it was upon me before I had time to draw a decent breath. I wailed as an immense orgasm consumed me completely.

Only once before had I felt anything this powerful – that had been when my daughter and I had made love that first time.

Gasping and sobbing and trembling, I rode out a series of climaxes, gradually drifting back to Earth. My chest felt as if it had been struck with a mallet, though at least I was able to breathe again.

My fists had just unclenched when I heard a voice. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Goodnight, Karin.”

“G’night, Mum. You can come join us tomorrow morning. Will that be okay?”

“That’ll be good, baby.”

When I heard a door close across the hall, I sat up, staring at Louise. “What the fuck?”

She shrugged. “Mum wanted to be with you. But I couldn’t help myself! I could feel it when we met today – you and I were meant to be together.”

I was almost afraid of what the answer would be, but still had to ask. “And in the morning? What happens then?”

“You get to be with Mum. You want her, too — don’t you?”

I stopped to think. Did I? Before, I’d only thought of Alex as a friend. But now that the possibility existed of taking her as a lover, I realised that yes, damn it, I did want her. Maybe I always had.

“Well, um, yes. I guess I do.”

Louise grinned. “Cool! She has to share you with me, though. I’m gonna be your real girlfriend.”

“B-but you’re only thirteen!” I feebly protested.

“Doesn’t matter. Anyhow, I’ll be fourteen soon.”

Did that make a difference? Actually, I wasn’t interested in thinking about it right then.

It was far more important to give Louise the same pleasure she had given me. Or at least try.

Reaching for this exquisite child, I drew her into my arms. I rolled onto my back, so her naked form was stretched out atop mine. “Well, if you’re going to be my girlfriend, I guess I should make it official, huh?”

“I’m cool with that,” she replied, her eyes dancing excitedly.

My mouth found hers, and we fell into a hot, hungry kiss.

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