(Previously in Parts One and Two: Valerie’s elaborate plans to celebrate her daughter Didi’s twelfth birthday are undone when the power of their home goes out. To pass the time, Valerie proposes a game of Truth or Dare, declaring a No Mad Zone so Didi can be completely frank with her. Perhaps inevitably, the talk soon takes a sexual turn as mother and daughter share some very intimate secrets. One of these is Valerie admitting that she first learned about sex from a female piano teacher at the age of eleven or twelve.
At the same time, the dares become more… daring. Didi dares Mom to teach her how to kiss, Valerie dares Didi to get naked with her, and finally Didi asks her mom to, “show me what you did with your piano teacher.” Valerie is hesitant, but ultimately wants this as much as Didi, so mother and daughter end up making love.)
by Louisa May
Morning.
Apparently, the power had come back on while Valerie and Didi were asleep. By dawn, it was actually chilly, and Valerie awakened with a start. Didi lay curled into her, still gloriously naked. She felt the girl’s soft, even breath caress her breast.
And that was when it all came flooding back. Everything she and her daughter had done. The beer, the blackout, the games, the kisses, the undressing, their shared truths, their exploration, Didi’s ecstasy… My goodness, Valerie thought.
Didi’s hair ties had come unraveled, so Valerie carefully undid the girl’s pigtails, then carefully rose from the bed to retrieve a comforter from her closet. Gazing down at her sleeping beauty, she toyed with the notion of kissing Didi’s cute little bottom, but thought better of it, touching her lips to the child’s forehead instead. She gently covered Didi with the comforter, then padded into the bathroom to take a shower.
An hour or so later, she was mixing pancake batter in the kitchen when she heard her daughter’s voice from the bedroom. “Mom?” There was the patter of bare feet, then, louder: “Mom?”
“I’m in the kitchen, honey!”
The sound of feet came closer, then Didi, still nude, appeared in the kitchen doorway clutching herself, both arms folded over her chest. She was shivering, perhaps not fully awake, and her loose red hair stood out in a wild, sleepy muss.
Valerie put down the mixing spoon. “Oh, honey–”
“I – I didn’t know where you were!” Didi cried. “At first I didn’t know where I was, then you weren’t there, and I thought maybe you were mad at me.” She was starting to tear up. “So then I thought, maybe you went to sleep in my room, but you weren’t there, and, and–”
Valerie extended her arms. “Oh, baby, come here, come here.”
Didi raced into her mother’s embrace, sniffling. “Shh, shhhh…” Valerie soothed, stroking her daughter’s hair, brushing it away from her face, and then giving her back and bum a vigorous rub. “You’re still half asleep, pretty butt.”
Didi giggled into her chest, then gave a muffled response. “You called me ‘pretty butt’.”
Valerie kissed the top of her child’s head. “Cause that’s what you are.” Drawing back a bit, she peered into Didi’s blinking green eyes, then placed a light kiss on the girl’s lips before reaching up to stroke her slightly flushed cheek. “What a birthday night, huh? A whole lot of new, new stuff.”
Didi gazed solemnly at her mother. “Mom?”
“Hmm?”
She hesitated for a moment, then said, “It was the weirdest, bestest birthday ever… oh my gosh, it was the best day ever!”
Valerie wrapped both arms around Didi, giving the girl a loving squeeze. “I’m glad, honey,” she murmured into her daughter’s ear. “For me, too. So, so wonderful…”
Didi cupped her mother’s face in both hands. “So… can we do it some more?”
“Oh, honey,” Valerie purred, flashing her daughter a grin as she placed her hands on Didi’s. “Of course we can.” She gave a giddy laugh. “I want to, so much, I just didn’t know if…” She kissed her daughter’s mouth, allowing it to linger. “Do you really want that, Didi?” Her beautiful brown eyes glistened, glowing with love. “Do you want to, to play like we did last night, be naked together, and explore each other?”
Didi was already nodding vigorously. “Yes. Yes, Mom. I do.”
Valerie took a deep, steadying breath. “Good. Good!” She stroked Didi’s sides, her fingertips gliding over the twelve-year-old’s bare skin. “But first, we’ve got to get rid of these goosebumps of yours, pretty butt!” Patting Didi’s bottom, she added, “Go put on some clothes, then come back here for breakfast!” She kissed her daughter again. “Go!”
Naked Didi bounded out through the kitchen door. Then she poked her head back in. “You called me pretty butt again!” Then a cute young girl’s bottom appeared in the open doorway, did a quick twerk, and vanished.
Valerie laughed. “Nice! And put on underpants, Didi!” she called after her daughter.
Ten minutes later, Didi made an entrance, jumping through the doorway into the kitchen. “Ta-daa!”
It was a sight that turned Valerie to warm jelly inside. Her daughter had chosen to go all-out Starfire. She’d dressed in Starfire polar fleece leggings, topped by a sweatshirt bearing the cartoon character’s image. And Didi’s favorite Starfire socks, of course. She’d taken the trouble to brush her hair, which now spilled onto her shoulders.
Gorgeous, Valerie mused. She’s my Starfire. My sweet, freckle-faced Starfire…
“Breakfast is served, my lady,” she murmured as Didi took her seat at the dining table. Valerie set a full plate before the girl: a stack of pancakes with all the trimmings – syrup, butter and a dollop of whipped cream, accompanied by a tall glass of cold milk.
“Pancakes! Yum!” Snatching up her fork, Didi was definitely awake now — and hungry. Valerie had to smile as she watched her daughter tuck in voraciously, like…
Like someone who’s just had a long, hot night of sex with her mother, she told herself.
Once she’d wolfed down a half dozen bites, Didi tried to speak, her mouth still full of pancake. “Mom? Wha’ ovver stoff–?”
Valerie frowned. “Hmm, wonder why I can’t understand what you’re saying? That is so weird…”
Didi struggled to swallow, then took a swig of milk. She swallowed again, then wiped her mouth on her sleeve. “I said: what other stuff did you do with your piano teacher?”
“Miss Arlene. Use your napkin, honey.”
“Miss Arlene,” Didi repeated, laying down her fork.
“Well,” Valerie began, picking up her daughter’s plate, “if you remember, that dare of yours,” and she gave Didi a knowing smile, “the dare that started all this, thank God… it was to show you what we did. Me and Miss Arlene Rochelle, when she and I were… close.” She gave the plate a quick rinse, deftly slipped it into the dishwasher, then turned and leaned against it. “So, if you want to know what else we did, that means…” She fell silent, waiting for her daughter to complete the thought.
“Then that means… you have to, to show me.” Didi bit her lip as a wonderful whoosh raced through her.
Valerie’s lips parted slightly. She felt her face, her chest go hot, accompanied by a deepening down below; a luscious fullness. Oh, my…
Mother and daughter stared at each other for a long while, mulling over what had just been said… and what it meant.
Finally, Valerie broke the silence. “That’s right.” A slight tremor in her voice. “Would you like me to…?”
Didi swallowed, then nodded.
“Are you ready to do what I tell you, my love?”
Didi’s mouth opened. This was new… and surprising. A little scary, too, but not enough to keep her from wanting more of it. “Yes,” she whispered.
Valerie took a deep breath. “Good. So the first thing I need you to do is stand up.”
Didi obeyed without a murmur. She stood there, looking so small and childlike in her sweatshirt and leggings. And those adorable socks. Her fiery red hair still stood up a bit. So cute…
“Okay, now take off your leggings.” Didi’s eyes widened, but she dutifully tucked her thumbs in and pulled the stretchy tights down and over her socks. Tugging them free, she balled up the leggings and tossed them onto the other chair.
Valerie had to smile. “Well, look at you… actually wearing underpants!”
Her cheeks slightly flushed, Didi mumbled, “Well, you did tell me to…”
“True,” Valerie said, approaching her daughter, “but I didn’t know if you heard me.” She tilted her head. “I would tell you to take off your top, too… but I don’t want you to get cold.”
“I can — I’ll take it off if you want me to. I won’t get cold.” Her green eyes were wide open. “If you tell me to, Mommy… I’ll take off my top. I will!”
Valerie nodded. “Off, then.” And her daughter immediately pulled the sweatshirt over her head, mussing her hair even more, and threw it on the chair with her leggings. Now she stood before her mother in just her pale purple panties, adorned on the front with Starfire, who was poised for action.
“Well done. Miss Arlene would be so pleased by how well you take direction.” Drawing closer, she scooped her daughter up with both arms. “Upsy-daisy!” she exclaimed, depositing Didi on the kitchen table. Standing before her daughter, Valerie slid both hands along Didi’s pale pink thighs. “Okay, then. How are we doing so far… still good?”
Didi nodded, aglow with anticipation. “Now what?”
“Ah, yes. Now what?” Reaching back for the chair, Valerie pulled it in and sat before her daughter. “Scoot up to the edge, baby.” Didi did. “Now bring your knees up, and put both feet flat on the table… but push them as far apart as you can.”
Her daughter did this, too, now intensely aware that her mother’s face was inches from her panty-clad missy.
Valerie had to smile as she took in the sight of her little girl’s barely-concealed slit, its contour clearly visible through those colorful panties. And there was Starfire, right on the front, gazing at her. Defiant. Ready for action. “Well, hi there, Starfire,” she said.
Didi could feel the gentle warmth of her mom’s breath when she spoke, tickling her inner thighs. She took a shaky breath, and in a small voice, replied, “Um, Starfire says ‘hi’ back.”
Valerie looked up at her daughter. Such soft, open-mouthed trust. “Can I give Starfire a kiss, do you think?”
A short intake of breath. “Yes. She would like that.”
Valerie focused again on the huge green eyes, round face and red hair of her daughter’s favorite avatar. The outline of Didi’s vulva gave Starfire’s face an active dimension, as if she was on the verge of saying something. Leaning in closer, Valerie said, “I’m gonna just… breathe on her first; let her know I’m here.” She parted her lips, covered the cartoon face with an open mouth, then breathed out.
“Ooooh…” Didi cooed, glancing up to gaze into her mom’s dark, affectionate eyes.
“How does that feel, hon?”
Didi giggled. “Like… like you were making steam in my missy.” An image of a window, of drawing pictures on the foggy glass.
“You’re a big girl now, Didi,” Valerie said, sitting back in the chair. “It’s time you used big girl words.” She placed a gentle kiss on the rise of her daughter’s mound. “Now,” she murmured. “Tell me where I’m kissing you.”
“My… my missy?”
Valerie kissed her there again, a little more insistently this time. Didi responded with a whimper, spreading her thighs even wider. “This,” another kiss, “is your pussy.” Three more kisses, each one pressing more firmly against the front of Didi’s panties. Valerie looked up. “Now you say it.”
Didi’s mouth was hanging open. She let out a little squeak, then said, “My pussy. It’s my… my pussy!”
“Good.” Now Valerie had a hand between her own legs. Once more, she pressed her lips to her daughter’s now-damp panty crotch and moved them very slightly, feeling the doughy softness beneath the material, then raised her head. “I think it’s time for Starfire’s beauty rest.” Reaching beneath the trembling girl, she grasped the waistband of Didi’s underpants. “Ready?”
Didi nodded. “Ready,” she whispered.
Valerie pulled her daughter’s panties down, Didi lifting her bottom to assist. As they came away from Didi’s stocking feet, Valerie reverently smoothed them out, placing them on the nearby chair.
Didi resumed her seated, spread position atop the table, now nude but for her Starfire socks.
“I knew Starfire would get in on this somehow,” Valerie murmured, smiling as she gazed at her daughter’s open vulva. She inhaled, basking in its scent: fresh, meaty… pungent. A glistening fold of Didi’s inner labia seemed to beckon her closer.
“Ohh, such a beautiful butterfly,” Valerie said. “And now… it’s time for my breakfast.”
Propped up on both elbows, Didi watched, fascinated, as her mother laid warm hands on her inner thighs, then leaned in to take a long slow lick along the opening of her missy… She corrected herself: My pussy.
It felt so tender and loving, so… so Mom. “Mmmm,” Didi purred, spreading her thighs even more.
Valerie was in heaven. Didi’s taste was lovely — salty, sweaty, perhaps a hint of pee, along with a mixture of the spicy, savory oil of her being, her very insides. Valerie slid her long, thick tongue up and around, sinking into the groove of her daughter’s sex, then sucking on those budding pussy lips.
Didi threw her head back, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. “Ohh, Mommy… mmmnn.”
Now Valerie pursed her lips around the child’s hooded clit, nursing on the immature little bud as if it was a nipple. Didi thrust her hips forward, grinding against her mother’s devouring mouth as she began to keen, to moan, “M-M-mommmyy… ohhHH yeah, Mommy… OHHhhh!” Didi seized her mother’s head, fingers twining into Valerie’s hair, and held on for dear life. “OhhhhHHHHH!”
What an incredible sight it was! Even as she continued to pleasure her little girl, Valerie tried to drink in the experience, to engrave it in her consciousness: the scent of Didi’s flower, the tart, luscious taste, the ecstatic cries, even the warmth of the girl’s inner thighs against her cheeks. But most of all, the blissful, even rapturous expression of Didi’s face as Mommy gave her daughter the most wonderful feelings ever.
The child’s cry rose to a wail, her voice quivering, eyes wide in astonishment. Her body tightened, then she went limp, her head hitting the table with a dull thud – not too hard, thankfully. Valerie could still feel tiny aftershocks ripple through her daughter’s thighs as she lightly nuzzled the smooth slit, finally adorning it with one last kiss before raising her head.
There was Didi, dreamy-eyed and quivering, her bright red hair mussed, cheeks flushed a rosy pink. So beautiful, Valerie told herself. She’s never been lovelier.
Hugging herself, she gazed down at her daughter until the girl’s eyes fluttered open. Didi clumsily pushed her way up into a sitting position. “Whoa,” she whispered. “That was sooooo… oh, I don’t even know!”
Valerie lightly touched Didi’s knee. “You came, honey. Was it good?”
Didi furrowed her brow. “I… came?”
“Oh, did I not mention that? Well, when you come, it means you had an orgasm. Know what that means?”
“Um… well, it’s part of having sex, right? That’s all I know, I think.”
“Spot on,” Valerie replied with a nod. “See, there are different reasons for having sex. I won’t run through them all, but mostly people do it to get a certain incredible, amazing feeling. That’s an orgasm. Sound familiar…?”
“Oh, wow… that’s what happens when you do sex? Oh, it was good, Mom,” Didi breathed, wide-eyed and awed, shaking her head in disbelief. “The best. Totally the best!” She extended her arms to Valerie. “Can we go back up to bed now? Will you carry me, like last night? And, and can you take your robe off, so we can both be naked?”
“Hmmm…” said Valerie, hands on hips. “So many requests!” Drawing close, she enfolded her daughter in a loving embrace. “And I say ‘yes’ to them all.”
“Yay!” Didi exclaimed.
Valerie slipped an arm beneath her daughter’s thighs, lifting Didi from the table, then advanced to the stairs. “Ooof. You’re heavy, girl!”
“Mom! That’s so not true!” Didi protested with a mock scowl, then giggled. Tilting her head back, she gazed up at Valerie. “I love you…”
“I love you too, baby girl.” By then, they’d reached the top of the stairs, A few steps to the right took them into Valerie’s bedroom. “And here… we… are!” Moving to the foot of the unmade bed, Valerie tossed the nude girl onto the rumpled sheets.
“Whee!” Didi cried, bouncing herself up and down a few times. Then she settled in, hands behind her head, legs casually parted. “C’mon, Mom… snuggle with me. But first, lose that robe!”
“Well, I did promise, so…” Taking her time undoing the tie, Valerie slowly opened her bathrobe, then she shrugged it off to stand nude before her daughter.
Didi stared openly at her naked mother. “Hey, Mom? If I didn’t say anything last night about how beautiful you are with no clothes on, well…you are. So beautiful.”
Pursing her lips in concentration, Valerie paused for a moment. “Hmmm. I think you did, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it once more. Maybe three or four times?”
She was joking, but Didi seemed to take the request seriously. Sitting up, tilting her head slightly, she said, “Mom, you’re the most beautiful, sweetest, sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my whole life, and…” Suddenly gone shy, Didi looked down at her feet. “And I really, really want you to kiss me.”
A rush of warmth surged through Valerie, leaving her lightheaded. Climbing onto the bed, she stretched out next to her daughter. “Come here, pretty girl.”
Sighing contentedly, Didi nestled into her mother’s arms. Valerie cupped the girl’s face in both hands, then graced her lips with a feather-light kiss.
Didi was quick to respond, returning her mom’s affection with a fervor that had Valerie’s lust soaring all over again, especially when the girl’s tongue darted into her mouth.
Refusing to break the kiss, Valerie rolled Didi onto her back, gently mounting her daughter. Didi responded with an impassioned moan, twining both legs around her mother.
Valerie felt the heat of Didi’s slit, pressing just below her belly. It was intensely erotic, as if the girl was kissing her twice, above and below. She might have smiled at the thought, but her mouth was busy with Didi’s, their tongues still playfully sparring. My God, she’s good at this. And only twelve…
Suddenly Didi broke away. “Your lips taste different, Mom. Wait. Is that…?”
“It is, yes. That’s the flavor of pussy… your pussy. Nice, huh?”
“Yeah,” Didi sighed. “Makes me think of something, but I can’t remember what.” She fell silent for a few heartbeats, then said, “Um, Mom…?”
Valerie waited for more, but her daughter was silent. “What is it, hon?”
Now Didi was blushing. “Will you let me… um, can I lick you that way? Down there?”
Furrowing her brow, Valerie pretended to concentrate. “Hmmm… down there. Not sure what you’re asking me, kiddo. You want to lick… my feet?”
“Eww! No!” Didi exclaimed in protest, but she was laughing. “C’mon, Mom. You know what I mean!”
Valerie drew closer, until their noses were almost touching, then abruptly rolled onto her back, carrying her giggling daughter along for the ride. Now Didi lay between her mother’s spread legs. “Yes, I do know,” Valerie said, her tone low and sultry. “But you need to ask the right way, Didi. You’re a woman now. If you really want to make love to me, say it like a grownup would.”
Didi’s eyes widened. “Is that what we’re doing? We – we’re making love?”
“Yes, we are,” Valerie murmured. “It’s probably not something many moms do with their daughters, but… well, I wanted to be with you that way, and I’m glad it happened. How does that make you feel?”
“Good,” Didi replied. “Really good. Wow, it’s like I’m your girlfriend, huh?”
“I guess you are. But,” Valerie continued, raising a finger, “don’t forget – I’m still your mom, kiddo. So when I tell you to tidy up your room, get cracking on your homework, or to wear underpants under your clothes… well, I want to see a spotless bedroom, finished homework, and a pair of panties covering this pretty butt.” She gave her daughter’s bottom a playful squeeze.
“Deal!” Didi exclaimed. “Know what? I like having a mom who’s my girlfriend. We, um, make love, then you bake a bunch of chocolate chip cookies. How awesome is that?”
“Pretty awesome.” Valerie placed a kiss on the tip of the twelve-year-old’s nose. “So, now that you and I have cemented our status as girlfriends, I believe there was some talk about you wanting to do something to me… ‘down there’?”
“Oh, yeah.” Mulling it over for a moment, Didi came out with, “Mom? I’d really, really, really like to, um, lick your pussy.” By the time she’d got all the words out, her cheeks were flushed a perfectly adorable hue of pink.
Valerie was quivering inside. My God, I am so utterly, completely in love with her. Lightly stroking Didi’s face, she whispered, “Oh, my beautiful, sweet, sexy little girl… there’s nothing in the world I’d like better.”
“Cool!” Didi scrambled onto her knees, then paused. “Mom?” she said, suddenly bashful. “Um… can we kiss some more first?”
“Of course we can, angel,” Valerie declared, reaching out for the girl, drawing her close. She paused to lose herself in those emerald eyes all over again, then their lips brushed together.
They began to make a game of it – sharing quick, feather-light kisses, occasionally giggling at how they tickled. Then they gradually allowed each kiss to linger, their mood changing from giddy to deeply sensual. Didi was first to bring her tongue into play… then as if a switch had been clicked, mother and daughter were grinding their bare bodies together in a heated tangle.
Didi was riding her mom, panting like a sprinter between kisses as she rubbed her bare slit on Valerie’s thigh. “Oh, Mom, oh my gosh, I – I think it’s, oooooohhh, h-happening again…?”
“Let it happen,” Valerie whispered into her child’s mouth. “Come for me.”
It took Didi a minute or so to squirm her way to orgasm, biting her lower lip in concentration as she pumped and thrust against her mother’s body. Valerie did what she could to pleasure the mewling girl – nuzzled her neck, nibbled her ear, fondled that adorable little bottom. But finally Didi lay spent, cozily nestled in Mom’s silken arms, feeling her heartbeat gradually return to normal.
Then she abruptly sat up, her pretty mouth set in a frown. “No fair!” she exclaimed.
Opening one eye, then both, Valerie gave Didi a quizzical glance. “What’s not fair?”
“Well… it was my turn to give you the good feeling!”
Valerie had to laugh. “Well, I’m ready when you are, kiddo,” she murmured, reaching up to stroke her daughter’s flushed cheek. “You have such a sweet mouth… I’d love to feel it on my pussy.”
Thoughtfully studying her mom’s sex, Didi nodded. “So… I can do it now?”
“Any time, my love.” Valerie slowly parted her thighs, waiting.
Didi carefully arranged herself, lying prone before Valerie as if in worship. She reached out, allowing a finger to graze the rosy flesh of mother’s cunt. “So pretty,” she whispered. Inhaling deeply, she added, “It smells nice, too. Sort of…” The girl shrugged. “I don’t know what, but I like it.” She gently traced the slit, then drew in to kiss it.
“Oh,” Valerie moaned, then gasped when her daughter took a hesitant lick.
“Um… is that okay?” asked Didi, raising her head.
Valerie could feel herself vibrating from head to toe, like a plucked bass string. “Perfect… except the part where you stopped. Less talking, more licking!”
“Oops! Sorry!” Didi exclaimed, then got to work. She bathes her mother’s vaginal opening four or five times with long swipes of the tongue, then paused for a few heartbeats to savor the rich, earthy taste. “Just so you know, Mom, I decided your pussy is totally yummy,” Didi announced, then returned for more.
A few more licks, then Didi covered Valerie’s juicy vulva with her mouth, going down on her mother with the same ardor she’d shown when they were swapping real kisses just moments earlier. Bringing her tongue into play, she quickly realized how easy it was to go inside Mom’s pussy, so she did that for a while, thrusting in and out, in and out.
“Yes, baby girl!” Valerie blurted. “Oh, m-my God, yes… fuck me with your tongue!”
A delicious shiver raced through Didi as she took in the significance of her mother’s words. Wow, yeah, that’s what I’m doing… I’m fucking Mom!
She was already thrilled, but this revelation had Didi on fire with excitement, thinking of herself as a real, honest-to-goodness woman for the first time in her twelve years. Fucking. I’ve never even said that word out loud, and now I’m doing it – with Mom! So, SO cool!
At that point, Didi was laser-focused on one thing and one thing only: giving her mother those same amazing sensations she’d already enjoyed. Her mouth was everywhere as she feasted on Valerie’s cunt, the lower half of her face dripping with its thick, luscious honey.
Noticing the tiny erection of her mom’s clitoris, Didi gave it a swipe of the tongue.
“Ohhh,” Valerie moaned, her body seizing up. “Yes, my love, yes!”
Didi was quick to respond. She took the inflamed nubbin between her lips to suckle, instinctively flicking it with the tip of her tongue.
A choked cry broke from Valerie’s throat as a massive orgasm claimed her. She began to buck and twitch, her jaw clenched tightly, eyes squeezed shut. She’d never come this hard, never. Blue-hot shockwaves of ecstasy tore through her frame, each one shaking her body like a rag doll.
OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod
Hanging on for dear life, Didi continued to pleasure her mother as best she could, her lips still fastened to Valerie’s clit, thinking, Oh, wow… I really can do this!
An inspired notion occurred to Didi, and she went with it. Placing a hand on her mom’s vulva, she began to rub the warm, wet flesh. Her fingers found Valerie’s opening, and it was the simplest thing in the world to slip two of them inside.
A heartbeat later, Valerie went bone-rigid for a small, blissful eternity as her ecstasy reached its unimaginable peak. Then she went limp, a held breath rushing from her lungs as she sank into the sodden bedclothes. But Didi was still at it, still making love to her beautiful mommy.
Didi raised her head. The child’s eyes were dancing with glee, her mouth and chin smeared with Valerie’s nectar. “Was that good?” she asked. “Did you… did you come?”
Spreading her arms, Valerie said, “I absolutely did. You were magnificent, Didi. C’mere, give me a kiss. I want to taste my pussy on your lips–”
But Didi was already on the move, crawling into her mom’s embrace, cutting her words off with a kiss that quickly grew heated.
Yet again, Val felt a rush of warmth, brought on by the boundless, all-encompassing love she felt for her little girl. Not so little anymore, she reminded herself. She’s a woman now.
Their mouths finally drifted apart, and Didi rested her head on Valerie’s breast. “Thank you, Mom,” she murmured. “This has been the greatest birthday ever. In the… the whole history of birthdays, the best!” Then she raised her head. “So… I get to keep doing this with you, right? ‘Cause we’re girlfriends, you said so!”
“Yes, angel,” Valerie replied, stroking Didi’s back. “We are girlfriends…and yes, we most definitely will keep making love. I couldn’t give this up, even if I wanted to.”
“Good. I don’t want to stop, either. Not now, not ever!”
“There is one thing we need to discuss, and it’s about us being girlfriends. We have to keep it a secret. From everyone. You do understand that, don’t you?” Didi gave a solemn nod. “Okay… but do you know why?”
“It’s ’cause moms aren’t s’posed to do sex stuff with their kids,” Didi replied. “And you’d get in big trouble if someone found out. But I won’t tell anyone, Mom. Cross my heart!” She drew a large, invisible X on her chest with an index finger.
Valerie hugged her child close. “That’s good enough for me, pretty butt,” she said, giving Didi’s bottom a playful pat, then allowed her hand to linger.
“I like when you call me that!” the girl exclaimed. “‘Specially if you’re playing with my butt when you say it.”
“Oh, I’ll be doing plenty more of that, have no fear,” Valerie replied. She stretched, yawned, glanced at the clock. “Good grief — the morning’s already gone! Time to get up and face the day, daughter mine.”
Didi frowned. “Aw, Mom… can’t we lay here and snuggle some more? You feel so warm and nice…” She placed a feather-light kiss on her mother’s chin.
“Don’t try to sway me with kisses, you little imp!” Valerie exclaimed, tickling her daughter’s ribcage with a straying finger.
“Mom, stop!” Didi squealed, seizing her mother’s wrist. “We don’t have to g-get up, do we?”
Valerie pretended to think. “Well, there are the dishes from breakfast… and I do need to get started on the laundry…”
“Nooooo!” Didi cried. “Not right now, you don’t!” She clasped Valerie’s hand in hers. “I’ll help you with the stupid laundry, Mom. Just… just be with me a little longer.”
“Well… okay. I suppose snuggling with you is nicer than folding socks…”
“Way nicer!” declared Didi. “‘Specially when we’re not wearing anything.” She grinned. “Bare naked — that’s what I like!”
“Hmm… I must say, it’s hard to fault that logic,” Valerie said. “It’s settled, then. I’ll stay here with you all day, if you like.”
“I do like!” Didi enthused. Then her expression turned serious. “Mom?”
“What, my love?”
“I just wanted to say… these new things we’re doing, that you’re teaching me… I love it. All of it. I, um, thought you might need to hear me say that, okay?” She hugged Valerie fiercely.
Gazing into those bright green eyes, Valerie shook her head in awe. “How did my kid get so wise?” She pressed a kiss into Didi’s sweet-smelling hair. “You’re right, honey. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.”
“Good. ‘Cause I don’t care if other people say this is bad for us to do. I say it isn’t!” Resting her head on Valerie’s breast, she added, “I love you so much, Mom. More than ever!”
Valerie trailed a hand up and down Didi’s back, occasionally stroking the girl’s pert little bottom. “I love you too, honey.”
“Good. Now hush!” Didi nestled deeper into her mother’s embrace. “It’s quiet time. Let’s just… be together, ‘kay?”
“Okay,” Valerie whispered, then fell silent, cradling her daughter in both arms, basking in the moment. Just be together, like Didi said.
There would be time to reflect later. Time to explore, to discover, to savor the delights, the wonders and yes, the complications of being her child’s lover.
But for now, Valerie and Didi lay quietly, perfectly relaxed, serenaded by the faint sounds of neighborhood children playing in the afternoon sun.
The End