Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By C. Cat

Amanda spent the morning with Miss Cindy while the movers delivered the last of her things. They mostly worked on administrative issues and final plans for the new year, but also took the time to enjoy a heated fuck on the office sofa. Afterward they nestled naked on the thick carpet, where Miss Cindy insisted on hearing every detail of Amanda’s night of sexual abandon with Jordan.

Once they were dressed Amanda felt a bit light-headed, and her pussy was still tingling, but she was still very anxious to get back to Fairy House and see her girls.

***

“Mommy Amanda! You’re back!” Annie yelped when Amanda made her entrance. The eight-year-old ran to get a hug from her beloved house mother.

“Ooooh, I missed my little muffin!” Amanda said as she took the child in her arms, “I hope you’ve been a good girl.”

“I’ve been very good. Ask Clair… I always do what she asks me!”

Clair was just twelve herself, but had a special fondness for the younger girls who clearly appreciated her special methods of babysitting… which often involved baby oil and as few clothes as possible.

“Then you should come to my room tonight and get a special reward,” She kissed the girl on the lips while giving her bottom a squeeze. “But you’d better be careful… I might gobble you up!” Annie burst into a fit of giggles as Amanda nibbled her neck.

With one final kiss, she finally put the girl down. “So, what are you planning to do today?”

“Katie an’ Rayne asked Willow and me to dance with them at a picnic in the gardens, an’ maybe go to the old cottage after that to play!”

Amanda smiled, pleased to see how the little one was really starting to come out of her shell. When she’d first met Annie, the child was so bashful she hardly spoke. Since then, Amanda had regularly encouraged the eight-year-old to be more outgoing. “That sounds like fun, but you’d better run along and get ready. We don’t want to keep our guests waiting!” She gave Annie a playful spank on her bottom as the girl left the room, squealing with laughter.

Several hours later, Amanda was just finishing up some paperwork when she heard a knock on her door frame. Ten-year-old Willow, a coltish little girl with long red hair, charming freckles, and a cute little button nose stood in the entrance.

“You know you don’t need to knock if my door is open…” Amanda began, but immediately went quiet as she saw the urgent expression on the girl’s face.

“I’m sorry, Mummy Amanda,” Willow said, “We found a sprite down in the woods. She’s really scared and, and crying. I think something bad happened to her. We’re taking her to the cottage… Katie, Rayne, and Annie are with her now. Can you come?”

At Latchmore, children did sometimes get lost on the grounds, usually a case of little girls getting distracted and wandering off. Usually, they were found and reunited with their families within a matter of minutes. “Sprites,” on the other hand, was the fairies’ code word for girls who had run away from home.

Little girls wanting to leave home and join the fairies wasn’t an especially rare occurrence. Most of the time a friendly chat with a fairy or house mother would persuade these youngsters to let themselves be returned to their homes. Still, there were rare cases where the child was escaping an abusive situation, so finding a stray sprite was something everyone at Latchmore took very seriously.

“We were dancing for some guests near the fountains,” Willow said as they hastened toward the cottage, “but we headed back when it began to rain. We went down the path through the enchanted woods to the cottage, to wait there until the rain stopped…”

***

As the girls walked down the trail, Annie thought she heard something over the patter of rain in the trees. She froze, squatted down low, and listened. The other girls instantly followed suit. Listening without being seen was a crucial skill for the fairies to master.

Annie listened even harder. There it was again… and this time, it sounded like weeping.

Just a few metres down the path, there was a patch of giant rhubarb, its huge leaves making something of a cave. Annie peered inside and, in the shadows protected from the rain, there was a little blonde girl of no more than seven or eight, dressed in a makeshift fairy outfit.

Looking up, the girl’s eyes were full of tears, but they went wide with fear when she saw Annie. “P-please, Miss Fairy,” she whimpered, “don’t make me g-go back.”

Annie moved closer to kneel beside the girl as her sisters peered in from the opening. “What’s your name?”

“Maisie,” the girl said between sobs as the other girls gathered around her.

Rayne spoke up. “Don’t be afraid, Maisie. We’ll take care of you. There’s a place near here that’s very safe… will you come with us?”

Annie extended hand and the girl clutched it tightly. She was trembling with fear, but meekly allowed the fairy to lead her down the path.

***

Maisie was still agitated when Amanda arrived at the cottage. She seemed to shrink even smaller at the sight of the woman.

“It’s okay,” Willow said. “Mummy Amanda is a Fairy Mother… you can trust her.”

The girl was still visibly nervous, but her faith in the fairies won out, so she didn’t shy away when Amanda sat down on a stool next to her.

“Annie is right, sweetheart. You’re safe here with us. Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

There was anguish and indecision on the girl’s face. She clearly wanted to talk, but was afraid to. “I’m not s’posed to say,” Maisie mumbled, her eyes pleading for help.

Annie knelt beside the shivering girl, taking her hand. “I get scared sometimes, too,” she said, “but Mommy Amanda always makes it better… always.”

Taking her fairy necklace off, she slipped it over Maisie’s head. “This is a special necklace,” Annie said, showing her the charm with its interlocking fairy wings. “Whenever I get scared, I like to hold it and I know I’m safe.”

Maisie nodded. She was still trembling, but clutching the charm seemed to give her confidence. “It’s my mother and her n-new boyfriend,” the girl began, “they… they make me do bad things.”

Amanda thought about sending the other girls away so they wouldn’t have to hear this. No, she decided, it’s not the Latchmore way. This is something young girls need to be aware of. Besides, this poor child needs to be comforted, and I’ll need help with that.

The girl’s story was a woeful one. Maisie described being forced into sex acts against her will, of being bullied into posing naked for pictures and videos, of getting loaned out to the boyfriend’s mates for money. “They take lots of drugs,” she said. “Mummy told Mick that…” her lower lip trembled, “… that I was their ‘cash cow,’ and long as they had me, it would be easy for them to g-get high.” She began to sob again.

Maisie’s account seemed to impact Annie more than the others, but even with tears welling up in her eyes, she wouldn’t leave the sorrowful child’s side. Amanda somehow managed to hold back her own tears, but she felt an immense pride at how brave little Annie was when it was needed.

As the fairies clustered around the young girl, Amanda slipped outside to call Miss Cindy, quickly punching the number into her cell phone.

Even before Miss Cindy spoke, Amanda could hear angry shouts in the background. She couldn’t make out all the words, but one of the voices belonged to a woman who was threatening Miss Cindy with what would happen if they didn’t find and return her daughter.

Oh, my God, Amanda realised. That must be her. Maisie’s mum.

“Amanda?” said Cindy. “Listen, have you seen a lost girl–”

“I have. Can we talk in private?” Amanda quickly replied.

“One moment…” She heard Miss Cindy say to someone else, “Excuse me, I’ve got to take this,” then the office door was shut, muffling the loud voices. “What’s the matter, Amanda?”

“This girl… is her name Maisie?”

“Yes! You’ve found her, then?”

“We have,” Amanda replied, “but we daren’t give her back. She’s suffered serious sexual abuse – and the mother is involved. Her boyfriend as well.”

“Ugh. Can’t say I’m surprised… With all her yelling and threats, not once has she suggested calling the police. That’s never good. I’ve already called Detective Inspector Bennett, though… I’ll ring her back and have her go straight to the cottage. What shape is the girl in?”

“Scared, but healthy and safe – at least for now.”

***

DI Sarah Bennett was a tall and fit woman with a distinct military bearing – far more imposing than pretty, but still attractive. Maybe Amanda had seen too many TV detective programmes, but she expected a policewoman with that kind of demeanour to be competent and professional, but also cold and unemotional. In fact, when speaking to Bennett, Amanda was impressed by the woman’s genuine warmth.

Maisie took to her instantly and under Sarah’s careful query, repeated her story with very little prompting. In spite of the tears welling up in her eyes and her voice cracking, she managed to answer every question, clutching Annie’s necklace tightly all the while.

“What a brave girl you are,” Sarah said with a reassuring smile. “I can’t make the hurt go away, but I’m going to take you someplace where you’ll be safe.”

Maisie threw both arms around the inspector and held her tightly, letting her tears flow until she cried herself to sleep.

***

That evening, DI Bennett had phoned Miss Cindy to confirm that Maisie was safe, the mother and boyfriend were in custody and, from the look of if, more arrests were expected in the coming days.

Amanda was relieved to hear the news, but inside she was torn up. She sat on the corner of the bed, face in her hands, and wept. Whenever she closed her eyes, there was little Maisie’s face, her features etched with suffering. Am I really so different from that girl’s horrid mother?

“Are you okay, Mummy Amanda?” came a little voice from the doorway. Amanda glanced up to see Annie, a look of concern on her sweet brown face.

Sniffing back her tears, she managed a smile. “Yes, sweetie, I’ll be okay. It’s just… thinking about Maisie made me feel sad. I was so proud of you, though,” she added, patting the bed next to her. “The way you helped us take care of her… it really made a difference.”

Annie seated herself next to Amanda, resting against the older woman. “I was sad, too, but then Miss Cindy an’ the police lady said she was gonna be okay.”

Amanda nodded. “Maisie’s out of that awful situation with her mother, but she’s been through a lot. It’s going to be difficult for her… hopefully, not for very long.”

“That’s why I gived her my necklace, Mummy Amanda. It helped me when I was, umm…”

“What, dearest?”

Annie gave a heavy sigh. “Before I came here, bad things happened to me, too. Like what Maisie told us about.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Amanda hugged the little girl, holding her close. “I’m sorry I didn’t know, but that makes what you did today even more brave.”

Annie clung to her. “I’m not so brave… still get scared sometimes…”

“Me too,” Amanda mumbled. “But this is what scares me most.” She paused, then came out with it. “Oh, Annie, my angel, what if I’m hurting girls with – with the things we do here at Latchmore? Could I be just as bad as Maisie’s mum?” Her eyes were brimming with tears.

“No! No, you aren’t!” Annie protested, squeezing her house mother even tighter. “They were mean to me… just wanted what they wanted, an’ it made me hurt! You give me good feelings… and the other girls, too. We know you love us – an’ we love you, too, Mummy Amanda. Lots an’ lots!”

Amanda bent down to kiss Annie’s cheek. “Thank you, Annie… that helps, it really does.”

They sat for a long time, holding each other until Annie spoke in a small voice. “Can I still sleep here tonight? It’s okay if we just cuddle.”

Amanda hugged her young lover again. “Of course, little one… now why don’t you run along and play with the others. I’ll see you when it’s bedtime.”

“Okay!” The girl chirped before springing up and scampering out of the room.

Left alone, Amanda found herself unable to completely shake those dark thoughts.

Finally getting up to carry out the evening rounds, Amanda made a point of spending a few minutes with each of her girls to hear about their day, check that all assigned chores were done, and talk about their plans for the following day before giving them each one a goodnight kiss. She needed to be sure all the girls were accounted for, if not necessarily in their own beds.

Clair had invited Annie’s roommate Ella to have a sleepover in her room, so Amanda was reassured that little Ella wouldn’t be going lonely that evening.

Thank goodness for Clair, Amanda mused. The teen genuinely cared for the younger girls and made a point of looking after them. When a little fairy skinned her knee or needed a shoulder to cry on, Clair was there to wipe the tears away. Everyone assumed she’d be a house mother herself when she came of age.

Moving along to the next room, Amanda was surprised to find Willow in bed with Katie and Rayne, and if the giggles the three girls shared on seeing they’d been “caught” weren’t enough of a clue, Willow’s pink panties on the floor and their flushed cheeks made it obvious what sort of games these fairies had been playing.

While Amanda knew her daughter and Rayne enjoyed the occasional dalliance with other girls, she was also certain that Willow was the first fairy they’d invited to join them both in their lovemaking.

On the other hand, all the girls were eager to enjoy sexy fun with Amanda. “Want to play, Mum?” Katie called, tugging the sheet down to reveal their nakedness.

“We’ve got room for one more!” Rayne exclaimed, placing a hand on her vulva in a parody of modesty that never failed to fire Amanda’s lust – and the adorable eleven-year-old was fully aware of that.

The temptation was there to unhook her dress, let it drop to the floor, climb on the bed and join these luscious nymphs in their fun and games. Forget your worries. Lose yourself in the worship of little girls and their beautiful bodies.

But Amanda was still feeling uneasy about her desires… about herself. Besides, I promised Annie, she thought. “Some other time, okay?” she said. “I’ve got to finish my rounds.” Bending down, she gave each girl a kiss on the cheek, whispered, “Good night,” then made a quiet exit.

One door down, eight-year-old roommates Emma and Lilly were sitting on the floor playing when Amanda looked in. “Shouldn’t you two be in bed?” she teased, pointing at the clock.

“We were waiting for you to take our clothes off!” said Lilly. She and Emma were clearly trying to look as cute as possible in their midriff tops and snug denim shorts.

“Fair enough.” Amanda entered the room. “Arms up!”

Both girls raised their hands high so Amanda could slip their tops up and over their heads, exposing their flat chests. They stood motionless while Amanda unbuttoned Emma’s shorts and tugged them down.

“Oh… what have we here?” Amanda exclaimed in mock surprise as Emma’s bare cunny came into view, “Looks like someone forgot to put on knickers again.”

“Oops!” Emma cried, looking anything but embarrassed.

“Now me!” Lilly yelped between giggles, then she allowed Amanda to tug her shorts down.

“You, too!” Amanda said when she discovered Lilly’s vulva was bare as well. “You both better get in bed before the bottom-spanking monster sees those cute little behinds.” She gave each one a playful pat as they dove into Lilly’s bed, erupting with giggles.

Amanda continued down the corridor. Rachel and her younger girlfriend Aiko were just getting out of the shower when she checked on their room.

“Come see Rachel’s new painting!” Aiko exclaimed with pride when she saw the house mother, making no move to cover her nudity as she pointed to a small painting that rested on a nearby easel.

Amanda moved closer, feeling a warm surge of arousal at the sight of Aiko’s silhouette, clearly done when the child was naked. “Oh, my,” she breathed. Rachel was already a talented artist, but it was still a marvel to see how flawlessly she’d managed to capture the beauty and innocence of her young lover.

“It’s incredible! You did a wonderful job, Rachel. I can tell how much you love Aiko just by looking at it.”

Both girls beamed with pride, then each hugged the woman in turn. Amanda gave them gentle kisses, then continued on her way

Avery and Zoe were already asleep by the time Amanda reached their room. They were both in Zoe’s bed with their bodies intertwined, still glowing from what had clearly been a spirited bout of lovemaking. Amanda paused a moment to take in their bare beauty before drawing the covers up and over them.

Maggie’s room was next, and Amanda was pleased to see that the perky ten-year-old wasn’t left lonely while her roommate Willow spent the night with Rayne and Katie. The little ten-year-old was seated on Naomi’s lap, her pinafore dress pulled up to the waist, knickers dangling from an ankle. Sophia’s face was buried between Maggie’s cocoa-brown legs.

“Want to have some fun with us, Mummy Amanda?” Fourteen-year-old Sophia murmured in her seductive Portuguese accent. The girl’s lips were glistening with Maggie’s nectar.

“Maybe another time, my loves,” she said. Strong as the urge was to drop to her knees and lick that pretty cunt, she was still feeling unsettled by the day’s events.

So instead she gave each girl a goodnight kiss, contenting herself with the flavour on Sophia’s lips.

Annie was waiting when Amanda returned to her room. Perched on the edge of the bed, she wore a short pink cotton nightshirt that showed off her slim legs and, somehow, managed to make her skin look even softer and creamier. A smile crept across her face when she saw Amanda’s eyes roam over her body, but she remained demure, with no hint she wanted more than the promised cuddles.

“Time for bed?” asked Annie.

“Yes, my sweet,” Amanda replied.

Annie pulled back the covers, then slipped beneath them. As she did, Amanda caught a glimpse of the child’s bare bottom and felt a pang of desire. It was familiar and somehow comforting, but she still couldn’t completely shake her worries.

Slipping her own robe off to reveal a yellow silk nightshirt, she slid into bed and wrapped both arms around Annie, who pushed herself back into Amanda, holding the woman’s arms around her. “I like this so much, Mummy,” she whispered. “You make me happy.”

It hadn’t escaped Amanda’s notice that when they were alone together, Annie tended to call her “Mummy.” I wonder if she really thinks of me as a mother? She asked herself. And a lover, too – mustn’t forget that. She planted a soft kiss on the girl’s neck. “I like this too, sweetheart.”

She felt the little girl’s body relax against hers. Somehow, it helped her to relax as well. She gave a deep, satisfying yawn, then mumbled, “I love you, Annie.”

There was no reply… and Amanda realised that the girl had already dozed off.

***

She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but it was still dark outside when Annie’s stirring woke her up. At first Amanda thought the child was dreaming, but the little mewling noises and the distinct scent of female arousal made it clear that she was very much awake.

Without even thinking, Amanda let her hand travel down the girl’s chest.

A soft “Mmm…” escaped Annie’s lips, then: “I – I know we were just gonna cuddle, Mummy… but please, please make love to me. I really want it.”

A child’s small hand took Amanda’s, then guided it to the wetness between her legs.

As Amanda nuzzled Annie’s neck, she let her fingers press against that precious little treasure, stroking the soft warmth of the girl’s inner lips. As Annie trembled under her touch, Amanda felt her own desire build, but with it came the fear she’d been grappling with ever since hearing poor Maisie’s story.

Pushing these thoughts aside, she focused on Annie, letting her fingertips dance across the little girl’s tiny clit. As she stroked and teased the tender button, her eight-year-old lover began to whimper.

A little faster, a little harder, until she felt the child’s body tense. That familiar mewing cry escaped Annie’s lips as she firmly pressed Amanda’s hand against her pudenda. Finally, with a gasp that trailed off into a moan, she relaxed.

“Thanks, Mummy,” said Annie, so quietly she could scarcely be heard. “G’night…”

“Goodnight, sweetie.” Amanda cradled the little girl to her, gently rocking to and fro until they both drifted into a blissful slumber.

***

When Amanda awakened the next morning, the sun was streaming through the window and the smell of the woods perfumed the air. As her eyes opened, she realised she was alone in bed and it was quiet – much too quiet for a house full of young girls. Pulling on a loose top and a pair of shorts, she made her way to the kitchen to find Katie seated at the table.

“Caroline dropped by to give us a special dance seminar, and all the girls are there,” Katie said, answering her mother’s unspoken question. “Annie told us you were having a rough time yesterday, so we decided to let you sleep in.” She gestured toward the counter. “There’s coffee if you want it.”

Amanda took a mug from the cabinet. “Why aren’t you at the seminar?” she asked, pouring the coffee.

“I wanted to be here when you got up, in case you needed to talk to someone.”

“I’m sorry, love, I’ll be okay,” Amanda sighed, sitting next to her daughter. “It’s just… seeing how scared little Maisie was really hit me hard. I can’t keep myself from thinking… what if I end up hurting one of you like that?”

Moving her seat closer, Katie wrapped both arms around her mother. “When I was still going to my old school, I had to pretend to be someone I wasn’t… someone who didn’t like girls. I was afraid the other kids wouldn’t like me if they knew. You helped me with that. You told me I was beautiful the way I am.” She kissed her mother’s neck. “I love you so much, Mum. But I also trust you – and so does every girl in our house. That trust is what holds Latchmore House together.”

Amanda sipped her coffee as she pondered Katie’s words. It was true – so much of the girls’ play was about trust – not only being open about their desires, but relying on their sisters to be honest about what they wanted, or didn’t want. She remembered saying goodnight to the girls mere hours ago, what a fulfilling experience it had been. They’re so happy and loving, with no guilt or shame… that really is what Latchmore house is about.

But the memory of Maisie’s anguished face continued to haunt Amanda. “I know you’re right, Katie. It’s just that I can’t stop thinking… what if I’m not able to trust myself? Or if I go too far with one of the girls? I’m scared I’m not good enough to be a house mother.” She sighed. “I’m thinking that… maybe I shouldn’t make love with you girls anymore.”

Katie hugged her even tighter. “Mum, Mum, Mum… now you’re just being ridiculous. This is about Maisie, isn’t it?” Amanda gave a reluctant nod. “Why would you even think of comparing yourself to that awful mother of hers? A woman who would sell her own child for drugs?” She shuddered. “Mum, you always told me I don’t need to be perfect, long as I do my best. The same goes for you, too, especially here.

“And as for not having sex with us… I don’t think a single one of the fairies would be happy about that. I absolutely wouldn’t.” Katie gently cupped her mum’s breast. “I won’t give you up as a lover, Mum. One way or another, we will fuck again.” Amanda moaned as her daughter scissored a nipple between two fingers. “And there’s Annie. She used to be so quiet and shy… you made her blossom like a flower. Are you really planning to break that little girl’s heart?”

She’s right, Amanda thought. Sometimes it might seem that pushing people away is the best way to protect them, but it’s not the fairy way. That’s when they need their sisters the most. AND their house mothers.

“You know, Katie,” she murmured, returning her daughter’s hug, “you’ve always had the knack for saying what I need to hear… even if you insist on quoting my own words back at me.”

“Oh, I need the practice. Rayne and I want to get married and have a family of our own someday… and we both want to be just like you.”

“Sweetheart, you and Rayne will be incredible mothers.” Gazing into her daughter’s eyes, they shared a soft and gentle kiss that quickly deepened.

Finally Katie broke away, her eyes flashing with desire. “God, Mum… I want to take you back to my room and fuck you silly. But… why don’t you walk me to the dance seminar instead. I happen to know a sweet little girl there who is totally in love with you, and she needs to know you feel the same way about her.”

“Let me put on my shoes,” Amanda said.

As they set off, Katie turned to her mother. “You’re going to tell Miss Caroline today, right? What we talked about?”

“Down, girl,” Amanda laughed. “Yes, I will.”

The teen clapped her hands. “Cool! God, I can’t wait until Friday!” She seized her mum’s hand, gave it a squeeze. “I’m gonna be watching her face when you break the news. Should be interesting…”

When the two arrived at the studio, Caroline Scott was busy leading a room full of lovely young girls in movement exercises. Amanda’s thoughts drifted to a similar sight from just a few months earlier. She still felt the same thrill looking at the girls in their leotards and leggings, but the fear and guilt had gone.

Even better yet, she saw the beaming smile on little Annie’s face when their eyes met. Much as she tried not to play favourites, Katie was right – Annie had a special place in her heart. Not only was she an incredibly sweet girl, she was cute and sexy as could be with her slim body in a light pink leotard, sheer lace skirt, and knit leg warmers that rose up above her knees.

“Miss Caroline,” Katie said as the dance instructor gave the girls a break and came to greet them, “Do you mind if Annie misses the rest of class today? Mummy really needs her.”

“Does she now?” Caroline said with an eyebrow raised and a wink. “I suppose we can get by without her, but you two will both need to come in for extra practice on our routine.” She glanced over at the brown-skinned cutie, who was already bouncing up and down at the sight of her grownup lover. “Tell her we’ll be waiting here while she gets changed.”

“Yes, Miss Caroline,” Katie said before running to tell Annie the news, then joining the other girls.

“And how are you, love?” Caroline reached out for Amanda’s hand as Annie hastened from the room.

“Oh… wonderful, actually. I’ve missed you, though. It’s been too long.”

Caroline laughed. “Well… that’s what I get for getting involved with a woman mere days before she becomes a house mother at Latchmore.” She looked around the room. “A life surrounded by all this sweet, sweet girl candy… Honestly, I can’t imagine how you get anything done.”

Drawing nearer, Amanda murmured, “How’d you like a taste of that candy for yourself?”

Caught off guard, Caroline stared at her occasional lover. “Do tell.”

Amanda glanced about, making sure no one was in earshot before she spoke. “Well, you recall me telling you that Katie and I have… become intimate, yes?”

“Recall? It’s been my favourite masturbation fantasy ever since you told me,” Caroline replied.

“Well, here’s something new for you to jill off about. Katie wants to invite you to our place this Friday for a little get-together. I’m spending that night at home.”

“A threesome? My God, yes, you lovely bitch.”

Amanda shook her head. “A foursome, actually. Katie’s new lover wants to be there, too.”

“New lover…?” Caroline glanced over at the girls. “Would that be the luscious redhead who happens to be holding your daughter’s hand at this moment?”

“That’s Rayne,” Amanda replied. “She and Katie are absolutely smitten with one another. They’re already making wedding plans.”

“Oh, yes, they’re in love… you can see it from a mile away.” Caroline turned back to Amanda. “I accept your kind invitation. What time do the festivities begin?”

“Dinner at seven… then dessert for the rest of the night.”

Caroline snickered. “I’ll be there with bells on.”

“Fine by me. You can leave your knickers at home, though.”

Leaning in to give her lover’s ear a playful nip, the dance instructor whispered, “Funny girl.”

***

Once Amanda and Annie had wandered back through Latchmore to their house, they made their way up to Amanda’s room, where they sat side by side on the bed, holding hands.

“I was very sad yesterday,” Amanda said. “I’m sorry if it made you feel unhappy, sweetheart.”

“That’s okay, Mummy,” the child replied. “I know you were feeling bad. I was just afraid you… you might not want to play with me anymore.” Annie’s expression was sorrowful.

“Oh, love, I wanted to be with you as much as ever,” Amanda said, giving Annie’s hand a squeeze. “It’s just that… see, after Maisie told us about that horrid mum of hers, I got myself tied up in knots. I felt afraid I might hurt you or one of the other girls without meaning to when I was sexually excited. Katie and I had a talk, though, and it helped quite a lot. I still might get scared sometimes… but if I remind myself of how much I love you girls, I should be able to cope with it.”

Annie thought for a bit, then nodded. “Well, when I was scared, you said kisses made it better.” She gave Amanda her sweetest, most innocent smile. “Can we try that?”

Amanda had to laugh. “The other girls said you were smart, but they didn’t warn me you could be sneaky, too.” She took a moment to gaze into Annie’s lovely brown eyes, then moved in for her kiss.

It was soft and gentle at first. Then as their bodies pressed together, the passion of their kiss began to build, and Amanda felt the familiar warmth rising inside. A prickle of fear also made itself known, but she thrust it away, centering her full attention on Annie.

She traced kisses over the girl’s cheeks and down her neck, enjoying the little murmuring noises that Annie made as she relaxed into her grownup lover’s embrace, ready and waiting to be taken further. Slipping the thin top off the child’s shoulders, Amanda moved lower, brushing Annie’s warm, soft skin with her lips.

Glancing up, she saw the hunger in the eight-year-old’s eyes. “Please don’t stop,” Annie whispered.

In reply, Amanda gave Annie’s top another little tug. This time it slipped down far enough to expose the girl’s flat chest. Letting Annie fall back on the bed, the woman showered her upper half with tender kisses, pausing to suck each tiny nipple.

“Mmmm, I like that. Can you take your top off?” Annie asked.

“Of course, my love.” Sitting up, Amanda reached for the hem of her blouse, which she pulled up and off, then tossed to one side. A flick of her bra clasp exposed the woman’s breasts.

“I love your titties,” Annie cooed. “So nice an’ soft…” She ran her hands over them, exploring every curve and contour, then plucking at the swollen nipples. “Can I kiss them?”

“Oh, sweetie… if we’re making love, you don’t have to ask my permission for anything. If you want to kiss my breasts, go right ahead.”

“I will, then!” Annie exclaimed. She buried her face in Amanda’s chest, purring happily as she nuzzled the creamy globes. Seeking out a nipple, she took it into her mouth to suckle.

“My love,” Amanda whispered, cradling the little girl’s face to her.

Abruptly releasing the woman’s nipple, Annie gazed up at Amanda, “Have you ever played with Miss Caroline’s titties? One time when I was touching my cunny, I pretended I was watching you and her do sex stuff… is it okay if I do that?”

“Mmmm, of course it’s okay,” Amanda moaned. “And yes, sweetie… I have touched her titties, and all the rest of her, too. I bet she’d love to join us in bed some time.”

I’d like that!” Annie said, her hands still busy fondling her house mother’s breasts. “She has nice big ones, but I think yours are my favourites. I want mine to look like these.”

Eager to see more of her young lover, Amanda slipped the girl’s top off completely, baring her slim waist and flat stomach. “Yours are going to be beautiful… just like the rest of you.” She kissed the tip of Annie’s nose. “Like you are now.”

“Do you ever, y’know… think sexy things about me? Like I do about you?”

“Maybe…” Amanda said slyly. “Last night, I might’ve thought about watching a certain brown-eyed cutie go down on her roommate.”

Annie shivered. “Ooohhh! Ella would really like that, letting you watch us… Willow and Maggie would too, I bet. Maybe you could watch us all do sex at the same time!”

“It sounds like there’s a lot for us to try, doesn’t it? Maybe we need to start a list. You know, Caroline asked me how on earth I ever got any sleep, being the house mother to all you sexy little girls… I’m starting to wonder about that myself!”

Annie giggled as Amanda trailed kisses down her body, all the while caressing the child everywhere she could reach. Annie’s shorts were in the way, however. Taking hold of the waistband, Ananda slid them down, past the girl’s firm, round bottom, then took them off completely, her heart skipping a beat when she saw that Annie wasn’t wearing knickers.

“Surprise!” Annie squealed. “I took them off after dance practice. Did I do good?”

“Very good,” murmured Amanda.

The sight of a girl’s intimate flower never seemed to get old for her. It always felt like she was seeing it for the first time. Brown on the outside, pink on the inside, it resembled a rich, exotic dessert. Amanda reached out to touch the bare slit, pleased to find it moist with the dew of arousal. Drawing closer, she breathed in, sighing with pleasure at the familiar aroma. She filled her nostrils once more, basking in the moment for a few heartbeats before moving in for a kiss.

“Ohhh!” Annie gasped as Amanda’s lips grazed her sex. “That’s s-so nice!”

Sliding her hands under Annie’s bottom, Amanda held the girl in place while she licked and sucked at the beautiful brown and pink cleft in a frenzy of lust. There would be time enough for slow, gentle lovemaking in the days to come, but in this moment she needed to feed her hunger without restraint.

Annie wrapped her legs around Amanda’s neck, winding her fingers into the woman’s hair as she felt those good feelings grow inside her, getting closer, closer still, nearly there…

“Yes, Mummy! Yes!” Annie cried, trembling from head to toe.

Knowing her little lover was on the verge of release, Amanda sought out the button of Annie’s clitoris with her index finger while she continued to lick that juicy cunt. The lower half of her face was dripping with the child’s juices, overwhelming her senses with its intoxicating flavour and scent.

With one last guttural cry, Annie let go, nearly passing out as she rode the feeling of rapture to the edge and beyond. Finally, she went completely limp. Stretching out alongside the panting child, Amanda took Annie into her arms.

Any lover could be forgiven for needing a rest after such an intense climax, but Annie was too eager for more to relax for very long. Once she’d regained her breath, the girl popped up like a jack-in-the-box. “My turn, Mummy!” she exclaimed.

Rolling Amanda onto her back, Annie worked hard to get the woman’s shorts and panties down and off. That accomplished, the child pushed her grownup lover’s legs apart, then flopped down on her tummy between them.

“I love your pussy, Mummy,” she said as she stroked the outer lips. “It’s the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.”

Amanda looked down to see Annie give her a big toothy smile before lowering her head to gently lick the length of her slit. “Mmmm… you’re yummy, too,” she added, licking her lips before lowering her head for another taste.

Tiny jolts of pleasure coursed through Amanda’s body as the girl’s tongue poked and prodded, delved and thrust, Annie spreading her lips open and swirling her tongue around inside her, then gently teasing the clit while sliding three fingers deep inside. Amanda kicked her shorts away from the left ankle, then twined her legs around the girl.

For a girl so young, Annie was a prodigy at the art of lovemaking. Each new touch sent a wave of ecstasy flowing deep into her core.

“Ohhhhh!” she cried out. “That’s right! Lick Mummy, j-just like that! Fuck! Oh, girl, you’re amazing.”

Through Amanda’s cries, it was the word “Mummy” that stood out most to Annie. She adored this lovely, sweet, caring woman, and wanted to think of her as the mother she’d longed for but never had. Show how much you love her, the child told herself. Give her all the best feelings. She burrowed even further between Amanda’s thighs, her tongue working feverishly on the woman’s clit.

“Fuck, yes!” Amanda wailed as the intensifying waves built inside, lifting her to the height of euphoria. “Oh, Annie! Oh, my love!” She clenched her legs together and, with one last look at the eager little girl nestled between her legs, let herself go.

Annie felt the woman’s tension and release, the juices flowing from her spasming cunt, but she kept licking until Amanda pushed her head away, pleading, “No more, sweetie.”

As the sounds of the afternoon drifted through the open window, Amanda and Annie lay together for a long, blissful while, sharing sleepy kisses every now and then.

***

About eight months had passed since Amanda became a house mother for Latchmore, and Katie joined the fairies. Mum and daughter agreed – this truly was where they belonged. There were all the ups and downs that could be expected in a house full of girls, but they loved practically every minute of it.

Amanda had grown close to all her girls and shared a bed with each of them more than once, but what she shared with Annie would always be special. Far from feeling jealousy, the other girls were happy for them both. For Annie’s ninth birthday, the occupants of Amanda’s house arranged with Miss Cindy to send the two of them on a weekend getaway to a little bed and breakfast by the sea, run by a former fairy and her wife.

Thoughts of Maisie continued to cross Amanda’s mind, so it was an enormous relief to learn the girl was safe in a foster home. And she was positively ecstatic some months later at the news that Maisie had been adopted by a lesbian couple. Knowing Miss Cindy had used her influence and connections to help get the child settled, it wasn’t much of a surprise to hear that Latchmore was to host a celebration for Maisie and her new mommies.

The weather would be perfect, so the fairies pitched in to prepare the meadow for the event. There were pretty decorations, a sumptuous meal, all kinds of treats, and plenty of space to dance and play games.

On the day of celebration, Amanda was waiting with the girls of her house, hand in hand with Annie. Her daughter Katie was nearby, along with her lover Rayne. It was a private gathering, but a few special guests had been invited – including Caroline and Jordan, who had met, fallen in love and moved in together. They were planning to marry once Jordan graduated from university, but still managed to occasionally share their bed with Amanda, her daughter and a few of the Latchmore girls.

Just as the old clock struck noon, the guest of honour arrived.

“Maisie!” Annie yelped when she saw the little blonde girl.

“Annie!” the girl squealed, her eyes wide with excitement as they came together in a hug. She recognized Katie, Rayne, and Willow as well, and was happy to meet all the other girls, but it was clear that Annie would always be her special fairy.

Amanda let the girls finish exchanging greetings, then knelt before Maisie. Far from the scared little waif she remembered, this child was a beauty with a beaming smile, looking like a princess in her party dress with Annie’s fairy necklace round her neck.

“Do you remember me, sweetie?” Amanda asked.

“Yes, Mommy Amanda!“ she exclaimed. “Thank you so much… for, for everything!” Amanda felt tears well up in her eyes as the little girl threw both arms around her.

“This is Maisie’s new mummy Sasha,” Miss Cindy said as Amanda stood and wiped her eyes, “and I think you’ve met her other mum before. Her name is Emily.”

Even after all this time, the resemblance was unmistakable. Amanda was struck speechless as she gazed into the eyes of her own fairy – the one who had made love to her when she was a little girl of nine on her very first visit to Latchmore, nearly twenty-five years ago.

A sob escaped Amanda’s throat as she opened her arms, and the two women met in a loving embrace.

“Thank you, Emily,” Amanda whispered. “You gave me a precious gift… one that changed my life for the better.” Pulling away, she added, “I can’t believe it’s possible, but you’re even more beautiful now.” Turning to Emily’s wife, she took Sasha’s hand. “Congratulations… you’ve got an incredible wife.”

“I know,” Sasha replied. She was tall and willowy, with curly brunette hair and glasses. “And now we’ve got an extraordinary little girl.” She bent down to hug Maisie, and their lips met in a brief but impassioned kiss.

Amanda felt warm all over at the sight. “Oh, my…”

Emily placed a hand on Amanda’s arm. “We were just talking about Maisie’s schooling for next term… and all three of us agree that the best place for her by far would be Latchmore.”

“I never had the chance to be a fairy,” Sasha murmured, glancing around the meadow, smiling at the pretty girls, “and I regret it now. It makes me want that for Maisie all the more.”

“And with you as the house mother, I was hoping she might stay at Fairy House,“ Emily said. “We think it would be the perfect place for a girl like her.” She smiled. “Believe me, she’ll fit in perfectly.”

Annie’s eyes went wide when she realised what the adults were getting at. “Ooooh, yes! Please, Mommy Amanda, can Maisie be a fairy?”

Amanda looked at Miss Cindy, wondering if she’d somehow managed to arrange this.

“I may have helped get Sasha and Emily selected as her foster parents…” Cindy answered without being asked, “but the rest happened on its own.” She laughed. “What can I say? Far be it for me to question fairy magic!”

The End

Afterword from C. Cat: As a fan of this site first-and-foremost, My favorite stories have been the ones that blur the line between fantasies and what might be true. I’d often find myself thinking about what else could happen in those particular worlds. This story was one of those “what-ifs” inspired by a story I read here along with a visit to a particular garden. Because of that, I always thought of Latchmore as a place where other stories could play out too. I have at least one more story to tell about the place, but I’m sure there are others — whether I tell them or not.