Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By No One

A few hours later, after dinner, Melina was finally on her way to Abbie’s house. Her friend lived about 10 minutes away on foot. Her anticipation and excitement grew the closer she got to her destination.

With some difficulty, she’d decided not to masturbate when she got home from school, even though she’d needed it badly. She wanted to save it all for this evening. Images of what might happen kept popping into her mind as she walked, and by the time she reached Abbie’s house, she was once again a horny mess.

She took a deep breath to try to calm herself before ringing the doorbell. After a moment, Abbie’s dad opened the door and smiled.

“Hi, Melina. How are you?” he said pleasantly.

“Hey Mr. M. I’m pretty good,” she said, walking in when he stepped aside. “You? Heard you got a big date tonight.”

He chuckled. “I don’t know about ‘big,’ but it’s a date, yes.”

They entered the living room where Abbie was sitting on the couch, wearing a t-shirt and a skirt.

“Hey, you,” she greeted Melina with a warm smile.

“Hey,” Melina replied, sitting next to her friend and smiling back. She was already hoping that Abbie’s dad wouldn’t stick around too long. Just sitting next to Abbie was making her warm all over.

It looked like she would get her wish, as Mr. Miller was examining himself in a mirror and seemed to be making the last adjustments to his appearance before leaving the house.

“Leaving?” Abbie asked hopefully.

Seemingly satisfied with how he looked, he turned to them. “Yes,” he replied in a suspicious tone, frowning. “You seem to be in a real hurry for me to leave.”

“Well, yeah, see, my drug dealer is coming over later, so it would be kinda awkward if you were still here,” Abbie explained, straight-faced.

Melina tried to cover her laughter behind one hand.

“Funny girl,” Abbie’s dad said, making a face at his daughter. Turning to Melina, he added, “I decide that she’s old enough to stay home alone, and see how I’m repaid? You watch her, okay?”

“I’ll try to keep her from burning down the house,” Melina promised, giggling.

Abbie got up to give her dad a hug. “Love you, daddy,” she said innocently.

“Love you too, pumpkin,” he replied, returning the hug. Behind her back, though, he gestured at Melina, pointing at his eyes then at Abbie, indicating that Melina should keep an eye on her. She laughed again; these two were always funny.

Finally, Abbie’s dad left the house, and they heard his car go out of the driveway.

“Well, all alone now,” Abbie said.

“Yeah, so… what do you wanna do?” Melina asked nervously, butterflies already fluttering in her belly. She was hoping for a sexy answer.

“Oh, I thought we’d play Monopoly,” Abbie said, deadpan, nodding towards the game’s box that Melina hadn’t noticed on the coffee table.

Melina blinked at the game, then frowned at her friend, whose poker face was threatening to crack into a smile. “Uh… no?”

“Oh? Did you have a better idea?” Abbie teased, finally allowing her sexy smile to flash on her lips.

“Well… I mean… um…” Melina began, with her usual eloquence for expressing her desires. She shook her head, giving up on words. Instead, she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to her friend’s.

Abbie was only too happy to return the kiss. Her lips parted and she slipped her tongue into Melina’s welcoming mouth. It was a long, needy kiss that only ended when they had to come up for air.

“Mmm, yeah okay, your idea’s better,” Abbie allowed, her voice husky, then immediately went back in for another passionate kiss.

Melina felt her body tingle all over as their tongues danced. Her nipples stood up straight against the fabric of her t-shirt, and the warmth between her legs grew ever hotter. She was pretty sure her panties were already soaked. When their lips finally parted, both of them were a little out of breath.

“God, I’ve been thinking about this non-stop for two days,” Melina admitted breathily.

“Oh yeah? Pretty weird for a straight girl,” Abbie teased.

“Yeah, yeah,” Melina said, then she shut her friend up with another long kiss.

Abbie let out a deep sigh of contentment. “Mmm, but I don’t mind,” she said. Grabbing the hem of Melina’s shirt, she grinned and added, “now take this thing off.”

Melina hesitated, looking around nervously. “Um, maybe we should go to your room first?”

“Why? We got the whole house to ourselves.”

“I guess so.” Melina giggled, feeling that intoxicating mix of bashfulness and excitement. She slowly pulled up her shirt, exposing her midriff. The hungry look in her friend’s eyes was really turning her on. Grabbing the hem of the shirt with both hands, she finished pulling it off over her head in one smooth motion, baring her small breasts.

Abbie grinned at the sight. “No bra, huh?”

Melina returned a sheepish smile. “Thought it would save time.”

“Good thinking,” Abbie said, before she suddenly leaned forward to kiss one exposed breast.

Melina gasped in surprise and delight. It was a lovely, electric feeling, which became even better when Abbie added her tongue to it. Her friend left a wet trail around the sensitive flesh of her breast before spiraling in to the even-more-sensitive nipple, giving it a few flicks of the tongue. Melina couldn’t help the little blissful cries that escaped her lips.

Abbie smiled up at Melina. She cupped the boob she’d just been teasing with one hand, while her mouth moved to the other. She repeated her kisses-and-licks maneuver there, receiving more moans of pleasure for her effort. After a moment, she slowly kissed her way up to Melina’s neck, making her shiver and leaving goosebumps in her wake.

“You like that?” she asked.

“Mmhmm,” was the only semi-coherent response Melina could give. Her mind was all hazy from arousal and excitement. She’d had no idea her boobs could even give that much pleasure—this was another level entirely from when she played with them herself—nor that her neck could be such a sensitive spot to kiss. A small part of her wondered if Abbie had learned all this stuff from porn. She’d have to ask later, when she could think more clearly.

For now, she wanted another taste of Abbie’s mouth. She leaned forward, at first softly brushing her lips against her friend’s, but soon slipped her tongue in for another passionate kiss. She felt Abbie’s weight press against her, and let herself be slowly pushed down on the couch, all the while never breaking the kiss. A hand came up to cup her breast, and she moaned into the other girl’s mouth.

Abbie’s body on top of her was nice, but Melina wanted to feel her friend’s hot, naked skin against hers directly. Reaching out behind the girl’s back, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and began tugging on it. Getting the idea, Abbie finally broke the kiss and let Melina pull the t-shirt all the way off. She was also braless.

They grinned at each other; it seemed they’d had the same idea. They started kissing once again, this time with their bare breasts pressed together. The sensation was wonderfully erotic.

Melina was thinking she couldn’t possibly get more turned on when she felt Abbie’s hand on her thigh, teasingly making its way up at a snail’s pace. Abbie broke the kiss and gazed into Melina’s eyes as she finally pushed the palm of her hand against the crotch of Melina’s shorts.

Though fully expecting the contact, Melina still couldn’t help letting out a loud moan. By reflex, she covered her mouth with one hand.

Chuckling at her bashfulness, Abbie shook her head. “Nuh-uh. All alone now, no need for that,” she said, pulling Melina’s hand off. “I want to hear you scream,” she added with a grin. To illustrate the idea, she pressed her hand harder between Melina’s thighs, forcing another moan out of her.

It seemed embarrassing to just let out her cries of pleasure like that—she’d never dared to do that at home, even alone—but it was also liberating to simply enjoy the sensations without restraint. Besides, she fully intended to make her friend scream as well.

Seemingly satisfied with the reaction, Abbie started kissing her way down Melina’s body. Beginning with the neck, she then moved on to the breasts, which she lavished with attention from both her hands and mouth. She made sure both nipples were as stiff as they could be before continuing further down. Trailing more kisses across the belly, she tickled the belly button with her tongue, teasing a giggle from Melina. Finally, she reached the treasure she sought, with only a piece of garment in the way of her goal.

Melina was going mad from anticipation. Already her hips were twitching involuntarily with every touch. She looked into Abbie’s lustful eyes as the girl undid the button and zipper of her shorts. She lifted her butt off the couch and her friend pulled the shorts all the way off her legs, then also took off her socks for good measure.

Abbie kissed her way back up one leg, making Melina squirm more and more as she reached her inner thigh. At last, she was about to experience the feeling of that hot tongue on her sex again. She hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about it since the last time they were together.

When a soft kiss was deposited on her panty-clad pussy, Melina gave a sharp little cry in return, the contact sending out what felt like electric currents of pleasure through her body. She was only too happy to help Abbie pull her panties down to her knees. When her friend repeated the kiss on her bare sex, the sensation—and her own cry—were significantly more intense. Finally, Melina got what she truly desired as Abbie’s tongue came out and dipped into her folds, giving her a slow lick from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top.

Melina let out a long, blissful moan, now lost in pleasure. Unbelievably, it seemed to feel even better than she remembered. Abbie’s hot tongue lapping at her soaking-wet sex, carefully exploring every fold, was simply heavenly.

After a moment, she felt Abbie gently push at her thigh, coaxing her to spread her legs wider. She obeyed, then realized she hadn’t even noticed when the other girl had finished pulling off her panties to free her legs. She watched as her friend used her fingers to carefully spread her pussy lips. It was a little embarrassing, but she couldn’t argue with the feeling of a tongue on her exposed clit.

Her hips bucked on their own, pushing her yearning sex against the other girl’s mouth. Abbie didn’t seem to mind this eagerness at all, her tongue redoubling its assault. Melina’s moans were getting louder and louder, any thought of restraint flown from her mind. After being horny all day, she knew she wouldn’t last long under Abbie’s efforts.

One of her own hands had come up, seemingly of its own volition, to tease her hard nipples, adding even more to the pleasure coursing through her body. She felt the familiar tension building up within her. She was so close now. Abbie seemed to feel it too, flicking her tongue over her clit furiously.

Her other hand, as rebellious as the first one, decided on its own to push against the back of Abbie’s head, keeping her friend’s mouth firmly in place over her most sensitive spot. Melina felt every muscle in her body tense up, then, a second later, all of her conscious thoughts vanished, replaced with pure ecstasy. She was barely aware of the loud cries coming out of her own mouth.

An indeterminate span of time later, when her brain started functioning properly again, she found herself splayed limply and breathing hard. Abbie’s tongue was growing uncomfortable on her now too-sensitive sex. She realized with surprise that she was still holding the girl’s head down, and let her go in a hurry.

She sighed deeply, her eyes still closed. Feeling her friend’s body shift on the couch and come to rest lightly on top of her, she half-opened her eyes, and saw Abbie’s face looking down at her with a smile.

“Mmm, you’re amazing,” Melina murmured.

“I know, right?” Abbie replied with a grin.

Melina laughed. The girl had certainly earned the right to be smug. She kissed her, and found that Abbie’s lips were still wet with her own arousal. Somehow, that didn’t seem to matter, and she drew her friend into a long and passionate kiss.

“Oh, err… sorry, I kinda held your head down,” she said afterwards, suddenly remembering some details of the last few minutes.

“It’s okay. It was kinda hot,” Abbie said, winking. “Gotta love your enthusiasm.”

Melina laughed. “Well, I think it’s your turn now.”

“I won’t say no to that!” her friend replied with some enthusiasm of her own.

As Melina kissed Abbie again, she nudged her so that they rolled around and she ended up on top. She ran a hand up Abbie’s flank, then caressed one small breast, making the girl moan into her mouth as their tongues danced. 

Breaking the kiss, she lowered her mouth to Abbie’s other breast, running her tongue around her stiffening nipple. Her friend gasped and arched her back, pushing her boobs against Melina’s mouth, who was only too happy to shower them with licks and kisses. Making the other girl moan and gasp like this was very hot and exciting, she realized.

While her mouth was still busy with Abbie’s sensitive breasts, she trailed one hand down the girl’s body, slipping under her skirt. Expecting to find her panties, Melina was surprised when her fingers encountered only smooth skin. Puzzled, she stood back and lifted her friend’s skirt, uncovering her bare sex, with no underwear in sight.

Abbie laughed at her shocked expression. “Thought it would save time,” she explained, repeating Melina’s own line from earlier.

Melina shook her head and joined in the laughter. She couldn’t believe her friend had been sitting there without panties all this time, even when her dad was around. She wasn’t complaining though; it sure was a nice surprise. Her eyes were glued to the other girl’s sex, still hairless, with signs of her arousal already glistening on the lips. She thought it looked very inviting—and after two orgasms that Abbie had given her with her tongue in the past days, maybe it was time she returned the favor.

Melina pulled on Abbie’s skirt, and the girl lifted her butt to allow her to take it completely off. They were now equally naked. Melina leaned down and deposited a soft kiss on her friend’s flat belly, then another a little lower, and another, until she was right above Abbie’s ready sex. She hesitated a moment.

“Mel, um… You don’t have to do it just ‘cause I did,” Abbie said.

Melina was grateful for the concern, even though Abbie’s tone betrayed that she desperately wanted her to go through with it. She gave her friend a reassuring smile. “No, it’s okay. I want to try.”

She lowered her mouth to Abbie’s treasure, and gave it a soft kiss. She heard the girl gasp, and felt her body tense. Smiling at the reaction, Melina slipped her tongue out for a light, tentative lick. It didn’t seem too bad, so she dared to explore deeper and longer, plunging her tongue between her friend’s nether lips.

It really wasn’t bad, she found. She’d been a bit worried that it would taste gross, but there wasn’t much of a strong flavor. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, in fact, so she let her tongue roam within the slick folds. Abbie certainly seemed to be enjoying the experiment, letting out a long, low moan. Looking up, Melina saw that her friend was raised on her elbows and watching her.

“Oh, wow,” Abbie breathed between two moans, and Melina remembered that, despite the other girl being more knowledgeable about such things, this was still a new experience for her as well.

She gave her friend a shy smile before putting her tongue back to work. They held each other’s gaze for a moment, until the pleasure was apparently too great, and Abbie let her head fall back down to the couch.

Melina had expected their fooling around to be more like an exchange of favors, but she found that she really enjoyed pleasuring her friend this way. The little cries, gasps, and moans in response to every movement of her tongue were turning her on. She experimented with different types of motion, guided by what Abbie had done to her before, and slowly figured out what the girl seemed to like best. The increasingly loud moans sounded like a good indication that she was doing a fine job.

As Abbie grew more and more excited, her hips began bucking, erratically pushing her pussy against Melina’s mouth. It didn’t make the task very easy, so Melina grabbed hold of her friend’s thighs and kept her mouth glued to her eager sex, concentrating her tongue’s attention on her clit. A loud cry told her that was definitely appreciated.

“Mel, yes! I’m gonna come,” Abbie announced urgently a moment later.

Indeed, after a few seconds, Melina felt the girl’s entire body tense, then Abbie screamed out her orgasm. It sure sounded like it was a good one! Melina kept up her tongue’s assault on her friend’s love button until the cries began to die down, then slowed down her movements to a languorous pace, letting Abbie come down gently from the ecstatic high.

After a moment, Melina sat back up and let her eyes roam over her friend’s body, sprawled on the couch. Abbie still had her eyes closed and was breathing hard, recovering from her exertion. A few beads of sweat lingered on her small chest. One of her legs had slipped off the couch, leaving her thighs opened rather lewdly. She’s beautiful, Melina thought, not for the first time. The realization was still a bit disconcerting, but somehow she was getting used to the idea of finding her best friend attractive. Remembering the shower at school earlier, she thought that Ashley, despite her grown-up features, had nothing on the sexy girl in front of her.

Melina briefly considered telling Abbie how beautiful she thought she was, but quickly gave up on the idea. She couldn’t possibly make herself say something like that. It was all still too new and too weird.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Abbie opened her eyes, her gaze focusing on Melina. “Hey, you,” the girl said weakly.

“Hey,” Melina replied, smiling.

“Come here,” Abbie said, motioning her closer with a finger.

Melina leaned over, and Abbie grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her in for a long and delicious kiss. Despite having gone way further than kissing just a moment ago, it still made her body tingle all over.

“So I guess that means you liked it, huh?” Melina asked, chuckling as she helped her friend sit up.

“Yeah, not bad, for a beginner,” Abbie said.

“Not bad?” Melina scoffed, elbowing her friend. “It didn’t sound like just ‘not bad.’ ”

“Okay, okay, it was really, really good,” the other girl relented, laughing. “In my expert opinion, you’re a natural,” she added with a wink.

“Expert, huh?” Melina said skeptically. “All that from watching some porn?”

“Hey, it’s very, um, instructive!”

Melina laughed. “I bet. I guess you’ll have to show me some time.”

“Oh yeah? Sure, let’s do it,” Abbie agreed enthusiastically.

“What, now?”

“Sure, why not? While we’re alone.” Abbie got to her feet eagerly, then stumbled on her still shaky legs. “Whoa,” she said, spreading her arms to keep her balance.

Giggling, Melina got up as well and helped steady her friend. “You okay there?”

“Fine now that you’re here,” Abbie said in a mock dramatic tone, leaning exaggeratedly into Melina for support. “My laptop’s in my room, help me get over there.”

They took a few steps before Melina paused. “Um, should we…?” she asked vaguely, gesturing at their clothes on the floor.

“Nah, don’t need those,” Abbie said with a grin before pushing Melina forward.

Though Abbie was still playing the invalid, pushing her body against Melina, she was leading the way more than the other way around. Melina knew that the girl was just using the excuse to touch her, but she didn’t mind at all—the skin contact wasn’t exactly leaving her indifferent either! Even though she’d already had an orgasm just minutes ago, she was getting rather worked up again. Making Abbie moan using her tongue, then the nice kiss, and now the two of them pressed together… all of it had got her turned on again quite quickly. She had to admit she was excited to find out what her friend would show her on her computer as well.

They made it to Abbie’s room, where its owner grabbed her laptop and set it on the bed, then lay down on her stomach in front of it. Melina admired her friend’s backside a moment before sitting next to her. She watched as the girl opened the web browser, and typed in an address.

Melina snorted. “YouPorn? Like, YouTube for porn?”

“Exactly, nice and simple,” Abbie said with a smile.

The page loaded, and Melina felt herself blush a little as very explicit still shots of the videos appeared in front of her. She had not expected it to be quite so in-your-face. There wasn’t even anything to verify they were old enough to view this site—in their case, that was a good thing, but still.

Unsurprisingly, Abbie clicked on the lesbian section. “Let’s see,” she said, looking through the list of videos.

One that said “two schoolgirls enjoy tribbing” caught Melina’s eye. “What’s tribbing?” she asked, pointing.

“Hmm, dunno.”

“Oh? I thought you were an expert,” she teased.

“Well, I haven’t seen everything,” Abbie admitted. “Or even all that much, I guess. But let’s find out,” she added, clicking on that particular video.

The movie began playing, showing two girls sitting on a couch, just as Melina and Abbie had been not long ago. The “schoolgirls” in question were of course much older than they were. Melina wasn’t sure they were even teenagers, pigtails and girly outfits or not. In any case, they didn’t waste time before they began making out. It seemed the video didn’t really care about establishing the scene.

Melina watched with interest as the girls exchanged ardent kisses, their hands roaming over each other’s body. It didn’t take long before their clothes started to come off, and they were soon as naked as Melina and Abbie themselves. The girls’ hands slipped between each other’s legs, and lustful moans came out of the laptop’s speakers.

Melina was beginning to feel warmth between her own thighs. She wouldn’t mind doing the same as the girls in the video, she thought, glancing at her nude friend next to her. On the screen, the girls were changing position, entangling their legs for some reason: one limb over, one under. She wondered what they were getting up to, until it soon became clear when they started pushing and grinding their sexes together. From the sound of it, they seemed to be enjoying themselves a whole lot.

“Oh, wow. Didn’t know that was a thing,” Melina said. She hadn’t imagined this way to have sex before, but she supposed it made sense. Watching it now, it looked natural. “Is that the tribbing part?”

“Must be,” Abbie replied, eyes glued to the scene. They watched on in silence for a moment, then she turned to Melina, a mischievous look in her eyes, and added, “Well, that looks fun!”

Melina didn’t have to ask what the girl was thinking; she was pretty certain she was thinking the exact same thing. Abbie flashed her a wicked grin, and she returned it a bit more sheepishly.

“Okay, lie down over there,” Abbie suggested, indicating that Melina should lie back opposite to her.

Melina complied, and Abbie scooted closer, crossing her legs with hers like two pairs of scissors coming together. Looking into each other’s eyes, they pushed closer until their pussies touched. 

Both girls gasped at the contact. Melina could feel the warmth and wetness of her friend’s sex on her own. It was a very erotic sensation.

“It’s like a kiss with the other lips,” Abbie noted, making Melina giggle.

They pushed into each other, trying to find a nice rhythm. It was not as easy as the girls in the video made it seem, though, and the position was rather awkward. It felt pleasant enough, but after a couple minutes of this, Melina was getting a little frustrated. She was craving a deeper contact now, and it was difficult to maneuver adequately in their tangle of legs. She thought she might be getting a cramp as well.

“Hmm, this is nice but…” Abbie began, frowning. “Maybe if…”

Abbie sat up and studied their position. She looked like she was searching for a way to get more leverage. Hesitantly, she lifted Melina’s leg that was on top of hers, then repositioned herself so that she was up on her knees. She seemed unsure about what to do with the leg she was holding, then with a shrug and smile, she put Melina’s ankle over her shoulder and held on to her thigh. Lowering her sex to Melina’s, she rolled her hips forward and pushed against it.

Melina let out a surprised moan. “Oh! Oh yeah, that’s better,” she purred.

“Mmm yeah, this is good,” Abbie agreed. She began a rhythm of rolling her hips, grinding her pussy against Melina’s.

Melina was moaning with every thrust, and Abbie was hardly silent herself. They looked into each other’s eyes as their slick sexes mashed together. It felt like a very intimate connection.

“You like me… fucking you like this?” Abbie asked huskily, a hint of shy hesitation before the naughty word.

Melina felt herself blush at the question. Fucking. She supposed that was what they were doing. She briefly wondered if it felt the same when a boy did it to you. At that moment, though, she wouldn’t trade Abbie for anyone else in the world.

“Y-yeah, I do… Don’t stop,” she encouraged her friend.

Abbie didn’t look like she had intended to stop. In fact, she only rolled her hips faster. Both of them were breathing harder now, moaning louder. Throughout it all, they’d never broken eye contact. Looking into Abbie’s beautiful eyes, Melina felt an intense urge to kiss her friend. She tried to lift herself up to reach her, but their position made that quite difficult.

Abbie laughed, seeing what she wanted. She pushed the leg off her shoulder, and laid down on top of Melina, between her spread legs with their sexes still in contact. She pressed her mouth to Melina’s and immediately slipped her tongue in. As they kissed lustfully, she continued pushing her hips down, grinding her pussy against Melina’s. They both moaned into the other’s mouth.

“Wow. This works nice, too,” Melina breathed out when they had to come up for air. She pushed her hips back against Abbie’s. It felt wonderful.

“Yeah, works great,” Abbie moaned. She lifted herself up on her elbows, and once again they gazed into each other’s eyes as their pussies furiously rubbed against one another. 

Melina knew she couldn’t endure much more of the intense pleasure. “A-Abbie, I’m close,” she said.

“Me too, so close.”

Melina grabbed hold of the other girl’s butt and pushed herself against her even harder. Somehow, at the moment the thing she wanted the most was to watch her friend’s face as Abbie orgasmed.

“Yeah, come for me,” she blurted out, then immediately felt herself blush furiously as she realized what she’d just said.

For a brief instant, Abbie’s eyes widened in surprise at hearing those words, then they squeezed shut as her orgasm hit. Her face twisted in ecstasy and she screamed out her pleasure. Melina drank in the sight. Then a few seconds later, it was her turn. She struggled to keep her eyes opened and focused on Abbie as wave after wave of pure bliss spread out through her body. After a moment, she gave up and lost herself in the delight of her own climax.

Some time later, Melina wasn’t sure how long, she felt Abbie roll off of her. She opened her eyes slowly, and noticed the forgotten laptop next to her. The video seemed to have ended a while back, but they’d been too busy to pay attention. She figured they’d probably had more fun than the porn girls, anyway.

“Holy shit,” she heard Abbie whisper.

“Yeah,” Melina agreed simply.

They looked at each other, and smiled. Nothing really needed to be said. Abbie sighed contentedly and rested her head against Melina’s shoulder. They remained like that for some time.

Melina thought she could really get used to having sex with her best friend regularly.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By eloquent delinquent

As I carry Bianca to the supermarket’s restrooms we pass an older man coming back out, and he grins politely at us. Now I’m glad for the big remodel the market did last year, despite all the inconvenience when it was going on. Because now I walk briskly past the door marked ‘Men,’ and the next one down marked ‘Ladies,’ and down to the new door, at the end of the fluorescent-lit hallway with a little placard that says ‘Family.’

That’s our door. I open it, and with one furtive glance over my shoulder, revealing no one, I take her inside. My daughter grins the whole time.

The family facility is a single large space, and its primary colors are cream and burnt orange. Handicap accessible, it has grab bars to either side of the toilet set in the nearest corner on our right. A standard pedestal sink and faucet are on our left, and directly across from the door is a five foot counter made to serve as a double changing station, with wastebaskets at either end, wall mounted baby wipe dispensers, and a mirror running its width above it. The room smells very fresh, a bit like cucumbers, and looks like it’s never been used.

I lower Bianca to the floor as she glances around. We’ve never been in here before. Confirming my suspicions, though, I turn to the door and find exactly what I hoped I would. I turn the deadbolt and lock it. I hang Bon-Bon’s coat over one of the grab bars and place my purse on top of the toilet tank. Then, I reach down and cup my girl’s little chin, turning her face up to mine and smile.

My heart’s thumping, I feel wild and naughty, scared and so turned on. The fear is what stopped me before, fear of being found out, getting caught committing incest with my adorable six year old. But I’m so wound up now I just can’t help myself. My daughter’s innocently sexual desires have fired my own, and now that I’ve made her cum in a shopping cart, there’s no way my pussy will let me stop short of satisfying its demands.

Oh god, I swore I’d never do this. But when this began, there were so many things I told myself I would never do.

I told myself I’d never disturb my daughter while she masturbated. Oh boy, I still laugh when I think about how fast that one fell. Once I decreed that playing with herself was okay, Bianca did it openly and at her whim. I’d find her petting her smooth puss on her knees on the living room floor, gleaming wet on the edge of the tub after a bath, in her chair at the kitchen table, stroking, straining. She was unavoidable. At first I tried to stay out of her way, but she would sense me there, catch my eye, grin lazily, and move to display herself and her intimate play more openly to my rapt gaze.

She did it in her bedroom when she wanted to be alone. When she touched herself elsewhere, it was because she wanted me to stumble over her, wanted to be seen, watched. Now, she’ll come home from school sometimes, hop into my lap, spread her legs and leisurely masturbate down her panties, knowing I can’t look away.

I thought that I’d never let Bianca see me naked. That was until we spent a summer weekend at my parent’s cabin, just the two of us splashing in the pool and sunbathing on the back deck. When I thought she’d drifted off under an umbrella, I popped in to shower off the sweat, and forgot to lock the bathroom door. When I rinsed my face and looked down, I saw my daughter had pulled the curtain slightly aside, watching me soap my slick nude body, while fine spray spattered her admiring face. “You’re so pretty, Momma,” she whispered.

“You look sweaty, honey,” I murmured back, sensually lathering my high riding breasts for her benefit. “Would you like to rinse off?” Her head ducked out, and I watched her shadow on the curtain as she excitedly peeled off her swimsuit. The rest of that weekend was divine.

Now, when I give her honey loves, I’ll strip on demand.

I told myself I’d never sleep in the same bed as her. But as her bed time occasionally became the time when she wanted Momma to touch her, I’d cuddle when it was over and fall asleep right alongside her in her narrow bed.

One windy night I woke to the feel of her warm weight settling onto me, and before I could open my eyes, I felt the tip of her little girl tongue lick tentatively at my lips. Drowsily, I opened my mouth to receive the pleasure of it, and we langorously made out, kissing deeply for what seemed like an hour. When I finally wrestled my arms from the blankets, I discovered her bare, excited body waiting for my touch. We didn’t sleep much that night, and I let Bon-Bon stay home from school the next day.

When she asks for special bedtime any more, we both go to my room, undress, and climb nude under the covers. She lays on top of me, her sweet-smelling warm flesh pressed against mine, nuzzling and fondling my tits, our legs intertwined. We both gently hump our pussy against the other’s soft thigh, until we both drift off, or, just as frequently, decide we want more.

I swore I wouldn’t expose Bianca to seeing her mother masturbate. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t want to see me masturbate, and wouldn’t go to devious means to catch me at it. I didn’t give her horniness nearly enough credit back then.

When I caught her peeping into my bedroom, I’d been face down on my bed, ardently grinding my hips into a pillow with my naughty hand trapped in between. It was only because I’d rolled over on my back so I could finger myself, that I saw the door I habitually kept closed had been opened slightly. Focusing my bleary fuck-drunk vision, I saw her shape in the narrow gap, one large shadowy brown eye pressed to the crack.

“Bianca!” I said sharply. After a breathless moment, the door swung open to reveal her, shamefaced and small. Just a few pointed questions later, she confessed she’d been looking in on my self-pleasure for a month, but kept on spying because she “didn’t see it good enough with all the pillows and stuff.” As she stood frozen in the doorway, I began to feel bad for her erotic curiosity, like I had failed her in not allowing her to learn from me, especially considering the things I’d done to her.

I also had to admit that my body had been interrupted in the middle of its sexual effort, and it impatiently wanted to finish. In other words, I was horny enough that I beckoned her in, had her sit cross-legged on my bed as I pushed myself into a sitting position against the pillows, and opened my legs to her. Despite my anger at her intrusion, I was more aroused by this scenario than I’d imagined. And then I played with myself, self-consciously at first, but before long working feverishly at my soaking cunt while she looked on in total, attentive wonder. She seemed particularly intrigued by the way I thrust my fingers deep and fast into my slippery pussy. As I approached an electrifying orgasm, she distractedly rubbed her quim lightly over her pajamas, her excitement in sympathy for my own.

It was such a turn on to finally show my little girl how naughty her Momma was, too. I came so hard.

I sent her out of the room afterward, even though her cheeks were burning with desire. Mother and daughter still needed boundaries, however strangely drawn. I managed to wait until the next afternoon before I had sex with her, but with the looks she kept giving me oh fuck it wasn’t easy.

One of her favorite playtimes for us now is what she calls ‘Lookie Loo,’ where the two of us face each other, thighs spread, fully exposed, close together with my legs over hers, and masturbate ourselves until we cum, watching each other. She’s invented lots of games, but she enjoys that one best, and I think part of it is because she knows how much I love it.

And even though I’d give her kisses and affection in public, it was never anything that couldn’t be excused as motherly love. I told myself that I’d never let our real feelings, our incest, however wonderful and natural it seemed to us, leave the privacy of our apartment.

But now, here we are.

“It’s all ours now,” I tell her, and she returns my smile with one of her own, beaming bright and full of naughty fun, melting me.

Her enticing smile draws me down to my knees before her, and I pull my daughter to me, her head finally level with mine. Her mouth opens as mine closes over it, and our tongues curl out and over each other, flickering and smoothing, and we make out in a release of pent-up longing. Bianca makes breathy groans into my mouth as my hands roam over her, quickly slipping underneath her green dress, and caress the gorgeous milky softness of her back, the cheeks of her sweet bottom, the firm backs of her thighs. She holds my face in both her little hands, fingertips tucked under my sensitive ear lobes.

We cling like that, soft sighs and wet smacking noises seeming loud in this bare space. I’m pressing her body tighter to mine, and she’s rubbing against me, her chest mashing warmly into my little tits. Our tongues tangle more passionately, I feel drool spilling down my chin.

Almost regretfully, I draw back from those delicate, nimble lips. She takes two parting licks at my mouth, trying to tempt me to stay there, but there’s so much more I need to do. I look at her dainty eyelids, the long doe-like lashes, and wait for them to open. When they do, her eyes smolder.

I look right into them and tell her, “I’m hot, some of these need to come off.”

She holds the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she smiles, nods.

We separate. I step over to the counter, peeling my sweater off and loosely folding it before setting it down. The perspiration on my chest and back wicks away, deliciously cool, but I’m still very warm. I reach back and unhook my teal bra.

As I do, I glance in the mirror, and see that Bon-Bon has hopped up onto the toilet behind me. I watch her as she wrenches off the pink rubber rain boots, exposing the whole of her satiny legs as she does so, and then hurls them unceremoniously at the floor. God, she hates those things. She looks at her tall white wool socks, extending her legs out straight and wiggling her toes.

I shrug off the shoulder straps, and give my breasts a sweet squeeze before I slip the cups off and set the bra on top of my sweater. I look at myself topless in the mirror, and realize that my mid-twenties self doesn’t look so different from teenage me, especially when I’m as aroused as I am now. I brush my stiff nipples, the gentle swell of my tits, the flat contours of my tummy with my fingertips, heightening my body’s growing excitement.

Looking over my shoulder, I see Bianca has left the potty and is now scooting around, watching her feet as she takes quick, shuffling steps and slides across the polished floor in her socks. She moves in random directions, chuckling each time she drifts to a stop. I want to feel miffed that she’s gotten distracted by something so silly. But come on, I tell myself, she’s six.

I admire her reflection as she plays. In so many ways, she’s just a normal kid. She plays with her Legos, has a favorite stuffed animal, hates certain green vegetables, and is enchanted by Dr Seuss. Bianca’s one of the happiest, most carefree children I know, and though she’s shy with new people, her fun attitude attracts lots of little friends.

And she loves her body, so energetic and active! I suspect if I didn’t have regular, wonderful sex with her, she’d run me ragged. She didn’t show much interest in soccer, so I enrolled her in Juniors Tumbling over the summer, and now she does cartwheels, handstands, and somersaults. The other day I saw her performing a twirling kick, her leg fully extended. I asked if she wanted to be a ballerina. She replied that she’d rather be a ninja.

I love her. She’s my baby girl, she’s my pride and joy, she’s just an amazing kid. And I also have to confess, I’m in love with her. She makes my pulse race, I adore her body, eagerly await her desire for honey loves, and delight in what I do to excite and satisfy her.

She turns me on, even when she’s doing something as dopey as slip-sliding across the floor. So I cup my breasts, turn around, and softly say, “Hey Bon-Bon.”

She stops and turns to look. Her mouth opens a little bit and she runs a hand over the front of her green dress, then curls it into a coy fist under her chin, her body twisting slightly back and forth. She’s not distracted any more. Matching her flirty twisting, I lightly caress my tits and my tummy for her, touching slowly above the waist of my jeans, a finger pausing to diddle at my navel. She starts toward me, and I think anyone who didn’t know about our shared naughtiness would be shocked by the sight of so much lust on such a young face.

I playfully back up as she approaches, and her grin gets more mischievous, her eye contact steady and assertive. My butt and shoulder blades make contact with the cold tile wall, and I gasp. I put my arms back as well, palms flat against the glossy tiles, making myself helpless to her. As I so often feel I am.

Bianca stops when we’re nearly toe to toe, so close that I imagine I can feel her warmth through my jeans, can smell the shampoo from the salon in her hair. Her chin is tilted back, still holding my gaze. I’m almost giddy with desire. Then she breaks eye contact, and her regard turns to my bare flesh, roving leisurely over my body.

Finally, she turns to what’s at her own eye level… the button of my jeans. She considers it for what seems like a long moment, then glances up at me, and I see an inquiry on her face. Bianca’s never done this before, but she’s never been so cocky before, either. I incline my chin and arch my eyebrows, allowing her but also kind of daring her to as well.

Things have come a long way from the changing table.

Her open-mouthed smile is a bit surprised, but as her hands come up and close around the fastener I realize she’s really game to undress her Momma. It takes a lot of her strength to pull the button undone (I’ve picked up a few pounds since summer ended), but once it pops, my daughter immediately reaches in for the zipper. Once she has it, though, she hesitates, and looks back up to me. I can see a little nervousness there now.

I want my little girl to be confident, don’t I? So I grin and subtly nod.

She drags the zipper down over my hypersensitized mound. The anticipation becomes almost painful. Then she reaches around to my sides, and starts forcing the waistband down. My jeans are a little tight, and soon she’s jerking them down inch by inch, over the swell of my butt and hips, and after that it doesn’t take much coaxing to slip them down my legs. With a bit of triumph Bianca forces them into a wad above my ankles. I’m absurdly grateful that I shaved my legs yesterday.

Having my butt against the cool wall has held my teal blue panties mostly in place. But Bianca is flush with her first success and doesn’t hesitate in hooking her little fingers right into the elastic at my hips. Bon-Bon whisks those damp panties down my legs and I’m thrilled. The musky smell of my excited cunt wafts up to me, and I’m sure she’s getting a noseful of my scent, too. She blinks rapidly.

Now I’m practically naked before her, only my shoes and a tangle of denim and lycra haven’t come off, and that’s more a matter of haste than modesty. She’s still clothed in the tartan dress and wool socks, completely in control as she intently looks over my body again. I want to squirm, breathless, Bianca’s stare is almost like a touch. Her gaze returns to rest on what’s right in front of her, my dark blonde patch of pubic hair.

My daughter glances up into my blushing, expectant face with a bemused smile, then she leans forward slightly, closing the last few inches between us. Her little nose nestles into my soft pubic curls, I feel it gently nudging my mons, and then she inhales deeply, smelling my earthy sexual wetness. I gasp hugely, astounded. Bianca’s always been ambivalent about her Momma’s cunt, fascinated and intimidated at the same time. But now she’s nuzzled right above my slit, and I wonder what she’s going to do next.

What she does, it turns out, is to draw back from my pussy and look up at me almost shyly.

I grin and reach out to cup her cheek in my hand, fighting the desperate urge to jam her pretty face between my legs and force her to satisfy the raging desire she’s built. But she’s still not quite ready for that. At least, not today.

“I like it when you smell this way,” she says softly. “I just wanted a sniff.”

“It’s okay, Bon-Bon,” I soothe. “We can do what we want to. Momma loves you.”

She blushes, smiles, cuddles my hand. “I love you too.”

“What do you want to do, sweetheart?” I ask, gently drawing her face back to my groin. I can’t seem to help it, I’m just so horny.

She wraps my persuading hand in both of hers, lifts it from her face, and guides it to where I was trying to lead her, placing it over my pussy, then using her fingers to curl mine along the length of my very wet crease.

“I want you to have the honey, Momma,” she says tenderly. “I already got it, but you didn’t. You should have honey loves too, just for you.”

My heart wells up and threatens to spill over for my beautiful little girl. But at the same time, I feel her gently pushing on my hand, forcing my fingers to slide over my tremendously eager pussy, sending luscious sensations pulsing up into my body. Maternal affection and sexual pleasure surge, intertwine, harmonize, each strengthening the other. And this is why incest is forbidden, I think wildly, because it can feel so good you could go crazy with it.

Taking up her delicious rhythm, I begin to masturbate for my six year old. Well, maybe not entirely for her. After so much arousal and suspense, my body basically swoons at the sudden rushes of gratification. My knees tremble, threaten to give out completely. So I slide down the tile wall into a squatting position on my heels. My ankles are still bound together, but I open my legs as wide as I can so Bianca can still watch her Momma pleasure herself.

It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together or how many times we’ve done this before, being sexual in front of my daughter still feels very, very naughty. And doing it here, in a public restroom, feels even more transgressive. Bon-Bon stares down on me, and the way she’s engrossed by my fingers playing over my slick pink cunt, the way she blushes brightly, the way her hands absently squeeze her body through her dress, I know it’s still just as exciting for her.

All this makes my eyes roll shut with delirious lust. It’s like I can only obey the demands of my body. Leaving two fingers trapping my clit delightfully between them, I bring my left hand into play, lightly touching the soft inner lips at the dripping entrance to my vagina, teasing myself.

My daughter watches all this raptly. She’s reached between her own legs, forcing up the skirt of her green dress and clutching at her hidden little puss. She makes a tight, whining noise.

“Mmm, yeah Bon-Bon, do you like that? Do you like to watch Momma give herself the pretty touches? You like seeing Momma’s wet happy pussy when she strokes it? Do you like your Momma when she feels so naughty, when she’s doing it for her pretty girl?”

“Hnnn, yeah, yeah I like it a lot a lot a lot.”

“Does it make you want to feel pretty too, honey? Do you feel naughty for watching Momma? Does it make you wanna touch your little bonbon?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You wanna see Momma put her fingers up inside, don’t you? You wanna see them get so wet, see me get the really pretty feelings when I push them in and out?”

“Ooh yeah Momma I love it when you do that.”

“Then watch me, honey, watch me,” I say, and I slip two fingers in as deep as they will go, and my grateful cunt rewards me with a huge flare of pleasure. All the while I keep pinching my clit, and it sends bursts of melting joy into my brain. God, it’s all so good, so good, I was made for sex, to bring ecstasy to others and receive it in turn, it’s what I wanted my life to be.

As she sees my fingers thrust into myself, my response to it, her rosy face glows with sudden perspiration, and she gets an urgent, needy look on her face. Inching toward me uncertainly, she’s hiking her dress up over her pale hips and holding it to her waist with one hand, revealing that adorable little slit I long for so often.

“Momma?” she asks in a high, baby like tone. “I wanna do happy pony. Can I do happy pony with you?”

Oh fuck, she really is turned on. Happy pony was one of the earliest games my daughter gave a name to. When she was four it was her favorite, but since then and all the new games she’s learned to play, it appeals to her most now when she’s feeling very close to me, and totally uninhibited.

I quiver with how bad I want see her do happy fucking pony.

So I lift my fingers off my begging clitoris and reach out, waving her toward me. Her face lights up. She takes my right knee and bends over my leg. I feel her hot little tongue begin to lick the top of my thigh, lapping at my skin with slathering abandon, making little mewling noises as her hair drapes across either side of my leg. Resting my hand on the back of her head as it bobs with her tongue, I imagine a more intimate place she could use it, and thrust into my pussy faster.

Bianca lifts her head, straightens, and throws her hair back as sexy as any stripper. Then she takes my hand, and I steady her as she stands wide, gets up on tiptoes and straddles my thigh, lowering her hot little crotch onto the wet spot she’s made with her own spit. Feeling her creamy pussy press into my supple thigh, I think maybe the licking wasn’t necessary. Fuck it, my inner slut declares, that was hot!

She takes hold of my bare shoulder and waist, one hand on each, leaving my hand free to stroke her side from armpit to hip. That touch makes her sigh. I see Bianca looking down and slightly to one side, still observing my masturbation, and then she starts to move.

“Oooh honey, there you go, that’s my good girl.”

Her hips pump, sliding her smooth little cunt over my leg, pressing her pelvis into my flesh, straining to make contact with her love button. I’m sure that she feels the rocking of my own hips as I fuck myself, that I add something to her rhythm.

I slow my plunging fingers, ease up even though my pussy’s churning, and let myself experience Bianca as happy pony takes effect. I love the weight of her on my thigh, the slick wet heat trapped between us, the sensation I have of her hot crease as it slips along my skin. Over my own shaky breathing, I hear her little coos of pleasure. I can’t see her downturned face, but I can picture the way her eyelids are drooping a bit more with each sumptuous thrust.

But the thing I like best about happy pony is that no matter how purposeful her rubbing is at the beginning, it’s never long before she loses control. Even as I think this, I start to feel a change in the way her hips move, her thrusts shorter, sharper. Her hands squeeze my body as the sensations drive her, and then impulse takes over and suddenly she’s humping my leg like a wild little animal.

I run my hand down her back, impatiently rummaging past the skirt bundled at her waist, and cup the plump cheeks of her cute ass. I love to feel her rump flex and push as she gleefully fucks my leg. My daughter’s had plenty of sex, thanks to me and her own precocious lust for her pussy. But she’s six. She’s never seen anyone fuck, doesn’t even know what it looks like. But her body knows how, and craves it, and now her hips pump instinctively, her pussy rewarding her with erotic delight.

Oh god, oh fuck it’s so beautiful to watch my little Bon-Bon getting herself off. Withdrawing my fingers a bit from my creamy vagina, I cover the whole of my slit with my palm, the heel of my hand nudging back the hood of my clit, two fingers still curled inside the entrance to my throbbing canal. My hand and pussy are so slick, god I’m a dirty mother, so turned on!

I press in, this delicious feeling flashes through my singing body, then I start to move my hand up and down over my sex, matching my daughter’s eager, natural pace. Part of me feels like her, that innocent little girl in love with the sensations her body gives her, it’s like sex is new again as I do it just like her.

“Hhhhnnn, uh, oh honey” I moan.

My ass clenches, my hips jerk and thrust, responding. My rocking makes her thrusts against my thigh longer and harder. She arches, and rolls her head back at this exquisite pleasure, her brown hair cascading, almost obscuring her breathless, ecstatic face. We’ve never had happy pony quite like this, mirroring each other. I’m sharing her joy.

I lean my head toward Bianca until my forehead rests against hers. We’re both a little sweaty. My daughter’s eyes roll open, look up and lock onto mine, and I see all her passion there. We stare at each other as we gratify our pussies, our ragged breaths mixing in the close space between us, our hair draping together, brown and blonde, as we both shiver and rock. The intimacy of our mutual gaze lifts my pleasure, I begin to feel that familiar tightening in my middle, and my masturbating goes from want to need.

My six year old licks her lips and whispers, “Do you feel the honey, Momma?”

I exhale a throaty laugh and nod against her forehead.

“You’re so pretty,” she tells me, panting, her eyes never leaving mine. “So pretty, no clothes on, ohhh, doing it together, I feel you doing it and it’s… nnnh…. it’s like you’re doing it to me too.”

“You like rubbing on me while I rub myself, honey?”

Her eyes dip close as she says, “Mmm-hmm,” then they open to see my happy reaction. She’s so eager to see my joy, it makes the sensations from my cunt even more luscious. They’re filling me up. My eyelids droop, my breath catches.

I feel my daughter’s little hand let go of my waist, steal it’s way up my tummy, then close around my breast. She presses. It’s beautiful. One of her delicate fingers is stroking my nipple. It’s devastating. She adores my little tits, and I love that she loves them.

“Are you gonna cum, Momma? You’ll have a big cummie for me?”

Wow. She’s heard me say that word a million times, even used it herself once in a while, but she’s never said it to me, about me. Bianca’s growing so fast.

“You wanna see your Momma cum? You wanna feel my cummie in your little bonbon?”

She starts to smile wildly. “Have a big cummie and I’ll do pony real hard and then I’ll have a cummie too!”

Her saying it is getting me close to doing it. I lose control as it builds up, up. I’m sure she can see it in my face, and she nods.

“Oh honey oh fuck it’s coming I’m gonna cum, Uh! Uh! Watch me do it, watch me fuck myself for you, you’re so sexy, your hot little pussy on me, fuck me fuck me make me cum, oh fuck!” My words cut off as my head fills with glory. I’m thrusting like mad into my rubbing hand. Bianca barely has to move for my thigh to hump her furiously.

Bon-Bon chuckles knowingly, “Hm hmmm, such a naughty Momma…”

And that does it for me. My body seems to ripple then clenches tight, I’m spasming into my hand, letting a little pee go it’s so strong. I can’t breathe, I’m caught in it and it’s just fucking wringing me out, my mind’s exploding with pleasure. I want to let go but I’m pinned by this ecstasy. And my daughter’s looking into my astonished face and nodding, riding me.

Then all at once I’m unleashed, I heave and arch and cry out in a sustained, uncontrollable orgasm. I buck my hips so hard I throw my daughter off, she slides off my knee and onto the restroom floor with a look of total surprise, and I want to feel bad but I feel too good. I press my head back against the wall and shut my eyes and simply let myself feel it, my writhing body, the eruptions of pleasure from my pussy spreading out all through me.

Eventually I calm down enough to lift my head and look around. I’m breathing deep and slow, and my hand’s still soothing my tingling cunt, but I’ve swung my knees a little closer together.

And there’s little Bon-Bon in a crab walk stance on the floor in front of me, her knees open showing me her shiny bright pink cunt, looking almost like a dainty seashell. I wouldn’t be surprised if she were upset, the way her Momma literally jilted her when she had her big honey feeling. But the expression on her face is something more like awe.

“You okay, honey?”

She nods, giggles. “That was a big cummie, Momma.”

“Well, you asked me to,” I reply, blushing. “It’s because we did it together, honey. That made it really special.”

“Yeah,” she says, lowering her head shyly. “I really really like being close to you when we have honey loves, being together. It makes me happy when you cum.”

I can sense her getting used to the feel of that word.

“Now you know how I’ve felt all this time doing it to you, Bon-Bon.”

She smiles and squirms with delight when she hears this. I grin, but my eye is drawn back to that little pink crease gleaming between her pale legs. The fingers stroking my pussy suddenly trace lush pleasure into it, and move more languidly. Fresh wetness starts to form, my pulse quickens, and the look I’m giving my little girl’s body goes from admiring to predatory and I swear I can’t help any of it.

Bianca notices my gaze, and she looks down there herself. Sighing, she opens her knees a little wider to me, then looks up and meets my eye. Her expression is pure six year old seductress.

“You didn’t get a cummie, did you Bon-Bon?”

“I got one before,” she coyly replies.

“I know, but what about now?” I chide. “Your little puss is all pink and happy.”

“Maybe?”

“Don’t you still have the tingly feeling down there?”

She smirks, shrugs. “Maaaaybe.”

I chuckle, and I sound husky to myself. I let my finger slip into my tender moist crease, drifting up and down. Flickering rushes of pleasure follow my touch. My clit is still hard, it never calmed down, really. This subtle change doesn’t escape my daughter’s notice.

“Would you like Momma to give you more good feelings down there?”

She starts to rock her hips from one butt cheek to another. “Maaaaaaaaybe.”

“I love you and your little bonbon, honey,” I say, then I just have to tease. “All you have to do is ask.”

Bianca sits there for a moment, her brown eyes big and serious as she stares at me. She continues to rock, a bit plaintively. She bites her little lip in the most adorable way.

Taking a deep breath she blurts. “Momma, Momma I wanna cum.”

Ooo, that was exciting. I get this lopsided grin and tell her, “That’s not a question.”

Realizing we’re playing, her impish smile widens, and so do her creamy little thighs. “Could you give me a cummie, Momma?”

I push off the wall, dropping forward onto all fours and crawl toward her, dragging the rumpled knot of my jeans between my feet. She isn’t far, but I move oh so slowly, showing her my dirtiest stare. Her eyebrows rise, she makes breathy giggles, thrilled by my approach. I move up between her knees, put one hand on the floor to either side of her waist, and I loom over her, looking down on her wondering face with a sweet grin.

“Anything for you, honey.”

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Jeneee

Unlike the last time we visited the gallery, Emily and Pamela didn’t race around looking at all the pictures on the walls, pointing and giggling while making loud and often raucous comments about each one. This time they heeded my advice — or command, if you like — to behave in a ladylike fashion, even though I am sure they were bursting at the seams to let loose with several appropriate words selected from their more than adequate vocabulary, pertaining to such displays of erotic art as those which now graced the walls of The Gallery Of Friends. Nevertheless, I still detected a few tightly restrained smirks from the girls as we watched them slowly make their way along the first wall of the exhibition, which was dedicated to the genitalia of very young female models as they developed from birth to about three years of age.

Sharon and I saw Maggie and Karen sitting at a large table they had set up toward the back of the gallery, presumably for Marilyn to meet and greet, and sign autographs, so we headed in that general direction as Emily and Pam started their tour.

Maggie smiled as she saw us approaching. “So, are the girls excited?” she asked, glancing at the two of them while they slowly made their way down the ‘Early Development’ wall, as the colorful title above the paintings hanging there identified that part of the collection.

“That’s an understatement,” I laughed. “They’ve been on pins and needles ever since we received your invitation. They raced home from school today to get ready and be here as soon as you opened.”

“Well, they both look as if they put a lot of effort into dressing for the occasion. After all, the invitation did say to dress casually. If that is casual, I’d love to see them dressed for a more formal event,” Maggie laughed. “They look utterly divine,” she added. “Did you have any part to play in this, Karen?” she asked her sister.

Karen laughed. “Not me, but you might want to ask Becky. I think she’s been showing Pammy a thing or two about makeup. She’s taken much greater care with her own appearance since taking up with Elizabeth. She’s crazy about the girl. I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that both my daughters take after you, Maggie — lesbian to the core.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about Pammy yet, if I were you,” piped in Sharon. “Both her and Emily seem to have developed a curiosity about cocks – if you’ll let me use that word in your presence, ladies,” she giggled.

“Hmph,” exclaimed Karen. “I’ll have to get Becky to have a little talk with her sister, then. After what her father did to her, she may have a few wise words to say to Pammy.”

“I think she’s already had those few wise words, Karen,” I explained. “And according to Emily, that’s what inspired their interest. To put it into her words, both she and Pammy are dying to see what effect their ‘pussy portraits’ will have on any male viewers. I think both girls will have their eyes firmly glued to the pants of any fathers, sons or brothers here tonight, to detect any suspicious bulges that might, er, shall we say arise, so as to speak,” I giggled. “They’re even trying to work up enough courage to ask Marilyn if she’d consider doing a parallel series of paintings depicting the growth of the male sex organ from infancy to maturity,” I added, with a slight smirk on my face.

“Knowing Marilyn, there’s not much likelihood of that ever happening,” Maggie grunted. “Not after what happened in her family.” She caught the questioning looks on our faces. “Sorry, that’s not for me to discuss – I shouldn’t have said anything,” she added, guiltily.

“Will she and Elizabeth be here soon?” I quickly asked, trying to change the subject, but at the same time realizing too late that my question might be interpreted differently.

“They are coming in about half an hour, but please don’t…”

“Oh no, I wasn’t meaning that I’d be bringing that up,” I hurriedly clarified. “But we should tell Emily and Pam not to ask her if she’d do another series on males.”

“No, don’t do that,” Maggie replied. “Coming from those two she won’t take offence, and it will probably bring a smile to her face anyway. She’ll know how to handle it, and who knows, eventually Elizabeth will probably talk about what happened in the past as she gets to know the girls better. I’m sure she and Becky have already compared notes, anyway,” she added as an afterthought.

Knowing Becky as well as we did, I was sure Maggie was correct.

By now there were already several other visitors wandering around the gallery, some in pairs, others in groups that were probably the families of one or more of the models. The youngest I could see was a little girl of about three years old who looked rather bored with the whole scene — there with her older sister, who was probably about seven, and a couple who must have been their parents. They were standing in front of a pastel which I assumed depicted the older girl’s pussy, judging from the remarks we could overhear and from the smile on her face as she pointed at the work.

Emily and Pam had conveniently wandered over behind them, and Sharon and I could tell they were just dying to start talking to someone about the display.

“Is that your pussy?” my daughter asked the older girl as she leaned over and tapped her on the shoulder.

The girl’s father turned around to see who was asking and smiled when he saw Emily and Pammy. He nudged his daughter as if to say it was okay for her to answer and she nodded in response.

“Yes, it’s my cunny,” she smiled. “That’s what my mommy says to call it, anyway. Her and my daddy say mine is a cunny and my mommy’s is a pussy,” she added, giggling. “And my little sister’s is a kitty,” she said, putting her arms around the little three year old standing in front of her, who now also looked around to see Emily and Pam standing behind them. Both girls were very pretty and wore almost identical short, pink dresses and had their long, blond hair tied in pigtails with matching pink ribbons dangling from them.

“You and your little sister look so cute,” Pam told her. “What are your names?” she asked. “Mine is Pammy, and my girlfriend here is Emily,” she added by way of introduction, slipping her arm around Emily’s waist and giving her a little kiss on the cheek.

“I’m Amanda, and my little sister here is Susie,” the little girl replied. “She had her kitty done too,” she added, “but she’s not really that interested, ’cause she’s so young. It’s over on that wall with all the other little girls. And my mommy’s is behind you on that wall,” she said with a shy smile, pointing behind them. Emily and Pam turned around to look, but decided to wait until they reached that part of the exhibit to study it in more detail.

“Hey, that’s so cool,” Emily told her, smiling back at the young girl. “So your whole family posed for Marilyn? Just me and Pammy did, but my mommy and Sharon – that’s her girlfriend – didn’t, ’cause I guess Marilyn already had enough older women.”

“Well, yeah, we all posed, ‘cept not my daddy, silly. He doesn’t have a pussy,” Amanda giggled as her parents turned around again, now looking a little concerned by the direction in which the conversation seemed to be going.

“We know that,” said know-it-all Emily, somewhat haughtily. “He’s got a cock instead,” she said. And she leaned over whispering into Amanda’s ear, saying, “And I bet it gets all big and hard when he sees your pussy — sorry, I mean your cunny — doesn’t it?” she added with a giggle. Have you seen it?”

Amanda immediately blushed and looked away without replying, catching her daddy’s eye.

“Why don’t you show us your paintings?” the mother chimed in quickly — obviously having overheard Emily’s loud whisper — followed by a nod from the father, seemingly happy to see the subject of his cock being diverted.

“Yeah,” he suggested. “Oh, and you two sure dressed up for this occasion, didn’t you?” he smiled, as he looked each of them up and down. “You both look so beautiful. How old are you anyway? You look like you could be teenagers. And I love your outfits, and – and your makeup is so…”

“Yeah, I bet you do,” interrupted his wife, jabbing an elbow into his ribs to stop him from going any further.

“Thanks, but we’re both only eleven,” answered Pam, beaming with delight at the compliment. “We wanted to dress up, and our mommies said it was okay for tonight. But we don’t usually dress this way or wear makeup. And,” she added, pointing to her right, “I think our paintings are probably down this wall a bit further,” she told them. “We haven’t even seen them yet, ’cause we just got here a few minutes ago. Well, we did see them after they were done, of course, but not since they were framed and hung up here.”

“Let’s go look for them, then,” said Amanda, grabbing at Pam’s free hand and trying to drag her and Emily along. “You seen my cunny, so now I wanna go see yours!” she giggled.

“But we still didn’t get a real good look at yours,” chimed in Emily, as she stepped a bit closer to see Amanda’s pastel. “Mmm, it’s a pretty cunny you’ve got,” she told the little girl, subconsciously looking down at the hemline of Amanda’s short dress as if trying to see right through it to the real thing. “I remember when my pussy looked like that,” she added. “Come on then, let’s go find ours,” she giggled. “Of course, if you want to see them for real… oops, better not,” she quickly added, catching Pam’s eye and suddenly remembering that she’d been told to behave, and not sure how Amanda’s parents would react anyway.

Followed by Amanda’s mom and dad — who had now lifted Susie up in his arms because she seemed to be tiring quickly — Emily and Pam and their new little friend walked further down the gallery, passing pictures of other young girls on display until they finally found their own pastels.

“Here we are,” Emily said proudly. “This one’s mine and that’s Pammy’s.”

“Hmm,” exclaimed Amanda’s father. “You both look so sexy — I mean beautiful,” he quickly corrected himself as his wife frowned at him.

“Yes, dears, very pretty,” she told them, as Amanda stifled a giggle at her father’s remark.

“Showing off already, are you?” Sharon teased, startling the girls as we caught up with them in front of their pussy portraits.

Emily turned around and smiled at us. “Hey, Sharon. Hi, Mommy. This is Amanda and her sister, Susie, and they have their pictures here too, and that’s her mommy and daddy. Oh, and her mommy’s pussy is here too,” she blurted out in her customary way of trying to say everything at once.

“Please forgive my outspoken daughter,” I smiled, reaching out my hand to Amanda’s mother. “She and her friend are a little excited, as you can probably tell. I’m Jen, and this is my girlfriend, Sharon, by the way,” I added, as Sharon also reached out her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Jen and Sharon. I’m Alice and this is my husband, Ted.” We all shook hands. “Marilyn is my sister, so she had some ready-made volunteer models in the family. How did you girls get chosen to pose?” she asked Emily and Pam.

“Maggie is my auntie,” explained Pam, “and my mommy is her partner in the gallery business, so that’s how come we’re here.”

“Yeah,” chimed in my daughter, “and like I said, Pammy is my girlfriend. I mean like my real, lover girlfriend,” she added, this time kissing Pam on the lips so there would not be any misunderstanding. “So Marilyn wanted both of us.”

“Told you they looked old enough to know a thing or two, didn’t I?” Ted said, smiling at his wife. “A little young to know you’re lesbians though, don’t you think?” he asked Emily.

“We’re not too young,” replied my daughter, sounding a little offended. “We’ve been girlfriends now for two years,” she added, proudly. “So we know what we like. And we like pussy, so there.”

“Emily!” I scolded, as Ted quickly put up his hands in self-defense.

“Okay, okay, sweetie. I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly. “I didn’t mean any offence,” he added with a smile. “There’s nothing wrong with liking pussy. After all, I sure do,” he grinned, looking over at his wife. “So, you’ve both seen Amanda’s pussy. Would you like to see her mommy’s now?” he asked, almost as a peace offering.

“Yeah, we sure would, then maybe you can see my mommy’s, too,” Emily blurted out without thinking, as Pammy gasped beside her. “Ooops, I meant…” and she went dead silent, completely lost for words.

Several seconds passed before everyone burst into gales of laughter as, for the second time in recent weeks, a blush deepened over my dear, sweet daughter’s face. Then we and our newfound friends crossed slowly over to the other side of the gallery to take a look at Alice’s pussy.

Continue on to Chapter 22

By Jeneee

Alice’s portrait was a little larger than those on either side of it and beautifully framed. I guess being the artist’s sister has its privileges, I thought to myself with a chuckle. As with all the other works in this series, there was nothing in it to identify the model, but the painting was obviously that of a mature subject, the labia being well developed and slightly apart, revealing the glistening interior of what had to be an aroused pussy. I wonder what happened prior to that session, I chuckled to myself. The hood of her clit was very prominent, and in a way it reminded me of Pammy’s and Becky’s, even though the clit itself wasn’t visible. Marilyn had captured the gleaming delicate folds of the inner labia to perfection, and the smoothness of her labia majora and well-pronounced pubic mound indicated that Alice had either had a laser treatment or Marilyn had deliberately left out her sister’s pubes in the interest of creating a really special work of art. I was curious to find out which.

True to form, it was my daughter who spoke first to break the silence that had descended upon us as we all gazed in awe at Marilyn’s depiction of her sister. “That’s what yours is going to look like when you grow older, Pammy,” she told her. “Except I bet your clit will be poking out, as usual,” she giggled.

“Yeah,” Alice commented, “we noticed in your painting that your pussy is very well developed for a young girl and your clitoris was really protruding. Is it really that way, or did Marilyn paint it like that on purpose?” she asked, with a smile. Emily giggled and was about to answer for her girlfriend but Pam beat her to it, probably just as well.

“Well, it does poke out a lot. It’s been that way since I was a little girl, but we’d all been having a little fun — well, a lot of fun, really — at the time we posed, so it kinda, you know, showed up pretty good,” she replied.

“And her sister’s is like that too,” Emily chimed in. “She’s sixteen, so she’s back down that wall somewhere if you want to see hers, too,” she added, helpfully. “They both take after her Aunt Maggie more than their mommy, though.”

“Sweetie,” I told her, laughing, “you’re a wealth of information tonight, but I don’t think these people are interested in Pam’s family history.”

Alice laughed. “Oh, that’s okay, Jen, she’s only trying to be helpful. And talking about being helpful, Ted,” she said, turning to her husband, “it looks like Susie has fallen asleep in your arms. Why don’t you take her home and put her to bed. I’d like to stay here and wait until Marilyn arrives with Liz. Do you want to leave with daddy too, sweetheart?” she asked Amanda.

“Nooo, I want to stay here with you, Mommy. I wanna see Lizzy too,” Amanda pleaded, looking up at her mom with her hands held together as if she were praying. “Please, Mommy, can I stay?”

“Well, okay. Just don’t fall asleep on us,” Alice laughed. And she leaned over to plant a kiss on Susie’s cheek as her husband, somewhat reluctantly it seemed, turned to leave.

“Bye, daddy,” Amanda called to her father as he departed with her little sister. We all waved our good-byes to him, then turned back to Alice’s painting.

“Has Marilyn done many portraits of you and Amanda?” I asked Alice. “And Susie, too?” I added.

“Lots,” she replied. “I used to let her practice on me when she was a student, then when Amanda and Susie came along they became great subjects for her as well. They just loved posing for her. We have a few of our favorites hanging on the walls at home, some in the living room and a couple in the bedroom.”

“Are they all nudies?” Emily asked.

“Not all of them,” Alice replied with a smile, “but several are. We keep those in our bedroom, of course, and some of the girls’ paintings are in their rooms too.”

“She did some real hot ones of me and Pammy when we modeled for her,” Emily giggled. “You should see them.”

“I think those were meant to be private, sweetie,” I quickly interrupted before she went any further into exactly how hot those particular paintings were. Alice, however, was smiling knowingly, and I realized immediately that Marilyn had probably ventured in that direction with her own family, too.

At that moment, the conversation was thankfully interrupted by the artist herself, entering the gallery along with Elizabeth and Becky, both of whom looked absolutely stunning in their short dresses and high heels. So much for the casual look, I thought to myself as Pam ran over to hug her sister, while Marilyn joined Alice to walk over to the table to see Maggie and Karen, leaving Amanda behind with us.

“Oh Becky, you look gorgeous in that dress,” Pam told her sister.

“And she looks even better out of it,” laughed Elizabeth, winking at Becky. “And look at you, honey,” she said to Pam. “Looks like Becky taught you well. Your hair and makeup look so professional. Makes you look so much older. And wow, Emily, you too. You both look like movie stars.” Emily smiled with glee and took a bow.

“We just met your auntie Alice and your little cousin, Amanda. Also your even littler cousin — she’s so cute, but she fell asleep — and your uncle, but they just left so he could put Susie to bed,” Emily told Elizabeth. “And your mom did a great painting of your auntie’s pussy. We just saw it – the painting, I mean. It looks so sexy,” she giggled, once again trying to say as much as she could in her usual burst of run together sentences.

“You should see it for real,” Elizabeth replied, grinning. “It looks even better.” Emily gasped.

“All this talk of pussy is making me horny,” laughed Becky. “And I haven’t even seen the show yet. Who’s gonna take me on a tour?”

“I will,” Elizabeth told her, adding, “and you’re always horny, you little slut. I helped Mom and Maggie set up the display, so I can tell you all about it. And I made her put our pictures side by side, girlfriend,” she giggled.

“Can we come, too?” Emily asked. “We’ve been around once but it was kinda quick, but it would be cool to hear any stories you have about them – right, Pammy?” she smirked, as she nudged her girlfriend.

My ever curious daughter, I thought. Always looking for any juicy tidbits she can get her hands on – or should that be titbits, I smirked, thinking literally as well as figuratively. “I think we’ll leave you girls to yourselves, then. Sharon and I will go join the rest of the ladies at the greeting table,” I said, quickly grabbing my girlfriend’s hand and leading her away.

“What was that all about?” she asked me with a puzzled look on her face. “Think we’re not wanted or something?”

“Elizabeth might be more inclined to say more if we’re not there. She doesn’t know us that well yet and I must admit, I’m a bit curious about her family background.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Sharon replied. “She seemed to get to know us pretty well at our hot tub party that day, after we first met her and her mom. I distinctly remember watching you give her pussy a good licking as Becky sat on her face on the deck. If that’s not getting to know someone well, I don’t know what is,” she reminded me with a smirk on her face.

“Well, yeah, I suppose. But everything was a blur that day once things got going, so I’m not sure she’d remember who was licking whom,” I laughed, remembering how delicious her sweet teenage pussy had tasted, and how horny I had become watching her lick and suck on Becky’s ample clit. “Kinda makes me horny even now, thinking about it,” I told Sharon, feeling my pussy start to moisten as the image came back to me. “Still, I think Emily might feel a bit more likely to try to drag more information out of her if I’m not there to keep saying ‘Emily!’ Know what I mean?”

“You have a real sneaky side to you, my dear girlfriend,” Sharon laughed. “Now I know where Emily gets it from.”

“You mean you never noticed before?” I replied, smiling. “I have my ways. Hi, ladies,” I said to the group around the greeting table, as we arrived. “We left the girls to hang with Elizabeth and Becky as they tour around again. They seem to be having fun, and I don’t think they need us adults tagging along.”

“What about Amanda?” Alice asked. “She must be getting a bit tired. Maybe I should go rescue her from them.”

I looked over and saw that Emily and Pam now had Amanda between them, holding on to her hands as they strolled down the Early Development wall. “Don’t worry, Alice,” I smiled. “She’s in good hands. They will look after her.”

“Well, she does seem to be enjoying herself, like she’s one of them. They all look so gorgeous together, don’t they? Like a group of models out for a party,” she smiled.

“Right,” I agreed, noticing the gallery starting to fill up with even more visitors. And I wondered just what kind of party might develop.

Continue on to Chapter 23

By Jeneee

“What happened to your daddy, Elizabeth?” Emily suddenly asked, out of the blue.

They had all made their way slowly down the Early Development wall, where Amanda had proudly pointed out Susie’s little ‘kitty’ as she called it, hanging among a series of half a dozen or so other cute little baby to toddler-age pussies, all displaying the beautiful, seemingly oversized – in relation to the rest of the body, that is – pouting and puffy pudenda typical of that age group.

(As an aside at this time, if I may, I’d like to comment here on the word ‘pudendum,’ and its plural, ‘pudenda.’ It’s so typically representative of the attitudes over the centuries toward anything sexual pertaining to the human body. The word had its origin in the 17th century and was derived from another noun ‘pudeur’ which meant ‘a sense of shame or embarrassment, especially with regard to matters of a sexual or personal nature.’ So ‘pudenda’ really meant ‘parts to be ashamed of’ at that time. Its original meaning has long since been lost but nevertheless I’m voting that it now should mean ‘parts to be proud of and to enjoy.’ Makes more sense, don’t you think? So there you go – Jen’s lesson for the day – giggle.)

After leaving the Early Development display the little group, then moved on to what Maggie had appropriately termed The Childhood Cunnies, where Amanda had proudly pointed out her own painting with one hand while subconsciously cupping herself between her cute, colt-like legs with the other – something that Emily and Pam immediately noticed with a grin, jabbing each other in the ribs as they watched the little seven-year-old slip her hand underneath the hem of her short yellow dress to touch herself and then quickly remove it, realizing what she had done. The mere act of showing herself off, even if it was just with a picture, had caused that familiar tingle in her young pussy which was always a signal for it to be stroked.

“I think we need to give her a little help sometime, don’t you?” Emily had whispered into Pam’s ear when she saw what the little girl had done. “I think she’s getting horny,” she added with a giggle. Pam smiled and quickly nodded in agreement.

Following The Childhood Cunnies came what Maggie had humorously entitled The Tweenie Twats. This was where Emily’s and Pam’s paintings were found in all there delicious glory. As they all looked at their pussy portraits, both Emily and Pam simultaneously mimicked Amanda by briefly slipping their hands under their own dresses to slide their fingers quickly over their moistening naked cunts, bursting out in laughter as Becky and Elizabeth turned around to look at them, wondering what the joke was. Both teens shook their heads when they noticed what the girls were up to and, without saying anything, led the group on to the next section where their own portraits hung.

Simply called The Teens, this set featured a collection showing a variety of teenage pussies in what appeared to be various stages of arousal, expertly captured by the skill of the artist. Many featured wispy pubic hairs while some, like Becky’s and Elizabeth’s, were completely shaved. Almost all had that delicate dew of arousal plainly visible on their labia, while a couple, Becky’s included, showed an enlarged clit protruding from its sheath accompanied by, in Becky’s case at least, an obvious drop of white, creamy girl cum resting sensuously between her slightly open inner labia. Elizabeth, who was present at Becky’s sitting, had obviously played a significant role in preparing her girlfriend for her mother to paint. After the work was completed it is a safe bet that the fun continued.

Emily’s question had caught Elizabeth by surprise. “What did you say?” she asked.

“What happened to your daddy?” Emily repeated. “I know you told us he kind of got your mommy started doing sexy pictures of you that day he sat you on his lap and spread your legs, showing off your panties and daring your mom to paint you like that. But you and your mommy never seem to have talked about him since then and we’ve never met him and he doesn’t seem to be living with you anymore, like my daddy isn’t with us either,” she finished, all in one breath.

Elizabeth looked back at Emily, as if thinking, then over at Becky, then back to Emily.

Becky slipped her arm around Elizabeth’s waist. “It’s not really the time, Emily, it’s really kinda private and…”

“No, Becky, it’s okay. I was expecting to be asked sometime and I’m a bit surprised it’s taken you so long, Emily, knowing you and your curiosity,” she replied, smiling slightly. “But it’s a long story and I don’t want to go into it here, in public. Becky knows some of it, but even she doesn’t know the whole thing,” she added, turning to look at her girlfriend who murmured something about not wanting to pry too deeply.

Looking around at the ever increasing crowd in the gallery, Elizabeth suggested they all move into the back classroom where it was more private. She was resolved to explain everything to her friends, even if it was still a bit upsetting, but now was as good a time as ever.

Because the gallery was quite crowded, the group was able to slip into the back room unnoticed by everyone. There were several chairs along one wall, but Elizabeth grabbed a couple of floor rugs, blankets and cushions used by the models during class and spread them up against another wall so that everyone could settle down more comfortably. Shoes were removed and legs tucked up in relaxing positions, while Amanda, who was starting to get sleepy, cuddled on Emily’s lap and rested her head against her shoulder with a contented sigh, as Pammy snuggled up beside them.

Once everyone had settled, they all looked at Elizabeth in expectation. They were not to be disappointed.

“This will probably be a bit awkward for me at times, and I may need to pause,” she began, “but please let me tell you what happened as best as I can before you ask any questions. Okay?”

Everyone nodded. Even Emily’s face took on a serious look as she slowly stroked Amanda’s hair as the little girl started to fall asleep, cuddling warmly against her in her lap. Emily’s dress, short as it was, had crept up higher on her thighs by now and she was sure her pussy could be seen if anyone was looking. So what, she thought to herself, smiling slightly. They’ve all seen it before anyway.

Elizabeth gave a little cough, and began. “First of all, I’m not sure my mom would agree to me telling you everything but I feel I have to get it off my chest anyway, so it’s my responsibility and I’ll take whatever shit she decides to throw at me. I think she suspects I’ve already told Becky a few things, but she hasn’t said anything. You all met my aunt and uncle tonight and they know everything anyway, but please don’t say anything to anybody about what I’m about to tell you. Okay?” Everyone nodded once more.

“Well, here goes. As you know, I was quite young when I sat on my daddy’s lap that day it all started, and I was so proud when Mom painted that picture for him and then hung it on the wall in their bedroom. After that, she continued to use me as a model and I just loved the attention, and loved watching my father’s face whenever he came home to see another painting my mom had done of me. Pretty soon my panties came off and the pictures she did, some drawn and some painted, were all mostly nudes in various positions and poses, and it just seemed normal to me to see myself depicted in that way. In fact, I got used to running around the house naked all the time, and kept having to be reminded not to answer the door that way or to stand in front of a window. And we had a big picture window in our living room, so Mom eventually got to where she’d keep the blinds closed most days when I was home from school.

“Things went on that way for a couple of years, and now that I look back on it I can see my poses became more and more sensual and erotic. When I was around eight years old, Mom had me doing things like getting on my hands and knees with my butt sticking up in the air, my pussy and asshole on full display, usually with me looking back with a cheeky smile on my face. Eventually, they progressed to me spreading open my pussy, or putting a finger over my clit, sticking out my tongue. It was all such fun for me and I got to love touching myself like that, and I could see my father enjoyed seeing them, too.

“One day, just before my ninth birthday – it was a Saturday and Mom had a class to teach, so she had left me home with my father – he told me he was having a friend of his come and visit for the afternoon and that I should stay in my bedroom for a while. They were going to watch some ballgame on television so I started playing in my room with some of my dolls and things. About an hour after the guy arrived I had to go pee and when I’d finished I peeked downstairs to see where they were, because I wanted to go get a drink from the kitchen. I didn’t hear anything at first, not even the ballgame – I guess they’d muted the sound – so I crept downstairs and saw them on the couch together. I couldn’t understand what they were doing at the time, but I saw my dad had a whole pile of my mom’s paintings of me on the coffee table and the guy was holding one of them in his hand as my dad was doing something that seemed so weird to me at that age.

“The guy’s shorts were down past his knees and what I soon learned was his cock was in my dad’s hand and he was rubbing it up and down. I heard my dad say ‘isn’t she a sexy little slut’ – I distinctly remember his words, but they didn’t mean anything to me at the time, of course – and then the guy groaned and all this white stuff shot out of him all over the place and drooled down his cock. I was frozen on the spot and couldn’t move as I watched my father lean down and lick it off. Then I just turned around and crept back upstairs, not bothering with getting a drink.”

By this time, Emily and Pam were both spellbound from hearing Elizabeth’s story. Emily was dying to interrupt, but remembered they were not supposed to say anything until she had finished. Emily also realized that hearing Elizabeth’s description of what she saw was beginning to create that all too familiar feeling in her pussy, and she knew she was starting to get very wet. She squirmed a little, trying not to disturb Amanda, and realized she was subconsciously gently caressing the little girl as she slept, her hand having slipped beneath the yellow dress to stroke her warm, soft bottom through her panties. Amanda shifted slightly, making a little moaning sound in her sleep as Emily’s hand was now able to reach between her cheeks to the surface of the puffy treasure of her warm little cunny, which she now slowly and almost absentmindedly proceeded to caress as Elizabeth continued her story.

“The next day was Sunday,” Elizabeth continued, “and Dad went out golfing with his friends. At least, that’s what he told us. My mother, being the perceptive person that she is, knew something was bothering me and she finally pried the whole story out of me. Her reaction was one of anger at first – I’d never seen her that angry before – then she started to cry and that’s when I hugged her realizing my father must have done something really bad. Then I heard her say, almost to herself, that well at least it isn’t another woman, and then she hugged me really tightly so I could hardly breathe.

“She eventually stopped crying and looked at me with teary eyes. I remember telling her I loved her ’cause I instinctively knew she needed to hear it — call it little girl intuition, I guess — and she leaned over and kissed me softly on my lips. I threw my arms around her neck and kissed her back. I remember it was a long kiss that slowly became more intense and she shifted me in her lap so that I was straddling her. Remember, I was naked as usual.

“Pretty soon I felt her hands caressing my little butt and I kind of rose slightly in her lap so she could reach better, ’cause I remember how good it felt. She began kissing me even harder and her tongue forced my lips apart and slipped into my mouth. This felt even more wonderful to me, especially now that her fingers had spread my butt cheeks and were now tickling my pussy from behind. I had never felt so good in my life before. My pussy tingled. I could feel it getting wet. The strange feelings in my body seemed to spread and my tummy felt so incredible. I wasn’t sure what was happening.

“Suddenly she stopped kissing my mouth and raised me up higher, sliding her tongue over my chest and my little nipples, which I could feel were then hardening into tiny points. She continued to slowly work her way down over my tummy, licking my belly button and finally reaching my pussy. When the tip of her tongue touched what I now know was my clit I was in heaven, delirious with the new and uncontrollable feelings that were spreading throughout my body. I couldn’t understand it. I remember feeling like I was going to explode, or that I was going to pee real hard. My mind was trying to come to grips with what was going on, but it couldn’t. I finally gave up, feeling ripple after ripple surge through my body as I crushed my pussy hard against my mother’s mouth and just let everything happen.

“It was the most wonderful moment in my life up to that point, and when I thought back on it as I grew older I realized that my mom must have been as horny as I was, yet resisted pursuing her own satisfaction. I’m sure it was her way of showing me how much she loved me in view of feeling betrayed by my dad. We still had our love.

“Later, after things had cooled down a little, she explained that sometimes mommies and their daughters can show their love for each other in the way that we had just done, and that sometimes mommies can also have other girlfriends to share their feelings with.

“That’s when I told her that maybe that’s what Dad had been doing with his friend then, and I remember how shocked she appeared when I said that. She hugged me again with tears in her eyes, telling me how smart her little girl was to say that. Later, when my father came home, she didn’t say anything to him about what I’d seen, at least, not with me around anyway. But after I’d gone to bed they had it out.

“Their relationship continued, somewhat strained, for another two years — but things seemed to be kind of normal once again. My mother had accepted that her husband was bisexual, and as long as it didn’t affect our family life to any great extent, she was willing to put up with it. After all, she’d also discovered in the process that she was bi, too, and mom and I continued to have an ongoing mother/daughter sexual relationship, unknown to my dad, of course — at least, so we thought. I continued posing for her in sexier ways, often teasing her and leading up to some really intense lovemaking sessions. I learned a lot about pleasing another woman.

“But, and this is where it gets difficult,” she paused a little as she tried to get a grip on herself, “things soon changed. I’m going to go through this quickly. I just want to finish the story, okay? It turned out that my dad’s boyfriend also had a younger friend who was only thirteen years old. They had been playing around together for almost a year before he told the kid about his relationship with my father. This boy had thought all along that he himself was gay, but confessed to my dad’s boyfriend that he wasn’t sure and wanted to find out for once and for all. So they plotted to bring him over to our house one day when my mother was again out at an art session. My dad again told me we were having company and the three of them showed up. The kid was introduced to me – I was dressed, this time – and then they showed him some of my pictures.

“Well, I was eleven at the time, same age as you and Pam, Emily,” she said, looking at Emily and noticing how cozy she was with Amanda at the same time. A little smile touched her lips, but didn’t last for long. “The kid got horny and my dad and his boyfriend pulled down his pants, and once again I had a first-hand look at a hard cock. It was literally throbbing and sticking straight up in front of me.

“He raped me. They raped me. They held me, while he stripped off all my clothes and my dad and his friend held me open for him. I was screaming.” And here, tears started streaming down her face. Becky quickly grabbed her but Elizabeth pushed her away.

“No, I gotta finish,” she sobbed. “My daddy, who I’d loved so much, held me tightly down by my shoulders as this prick fucked me and fucked me hard. As this was happening he told me he knew me and my mom were having a sexual relationship, and that it was about time I learned about making it with a boy. I was only eleven, only eleven, for god’s sake. Thank heaven I passed out.”

She paused once again, trying to calm herself. This time she didn’t push Becky away when she hugged her tightly. Emily and Pam were now also quietly crying, holding each other as they both felt the pain that Elizabeth must have endured.

“So, now you know what happened to my dad, Emily. They left me unconscious on the floor while he packed up his belongings and left the house, permanently this time. My mom came home and found me lying there, trying to regain my senses as I sobbed in her arms, telling her what had happened. I was torn apart inside, had to go to the hospital. It was reported and eventually they found the three of them and arrested them. They all went to jail, of course, and I don’t even know if they are out yet and I don’t give a fucking shit. We moved far away, changed our names and started a new life together. It took a few years for me to heal emotionally, but I recovered pretty quickly physically at least. I’ve dealt with it and put it out of my mind. My mom will never talk about it. I’m sure she just wants to remember the good side of my father, to avoid the hurt the other side must have caused her. And I don’t hate all men. My uncle is okay. My aunt has him under his thumb, anyway, as you might have noticed,” she giggled, wiping away the remnants of her tears.

She looked at Becky and smiled at her girlfriend. “Becky’s told me a lot about her dad and what happened to her, and almost to you, Pammy. I’m so glad we all met, ’cause I know we can all be good friends…”

“… and lovers,” finished Emily with a teary smile. Amanda now stirred in her arms and opened her eyes with a yawn. Emily hugged her. “Wake up, sleepyhead. It’s almost time to go home to bed,” she laughed, as she gently tickled the little girl in the ribs.

The four of them put on their shoes and stood up, and Emily lifted Amanda up and placed her in her cousin’s arms. “Here’s a little present for you, Elizabeth,” she smiled. “She’s so adorable, and I know we can be good friends.”

“…and lovers, too,” Elizabeth quoted. “I noticed what you two were up to. Well, what you were up to, anyway. It’s kinda sweet, don’t you think?” Elizabeth smiled, turning to Becky.

Becky nodded and leaned over to kiss her girlfriend on the lips. “Very sweet, indeed,” she laughed as the five of them turned to go back into the gallery to partake in the refreshments that were being served.

Continue on to Chapter 24

By Jeneee

The gallery was now crowded with visitors, most of whom had already made the rounds and taken in the delights of Marilyn’s artistic and somewhat erotic pussy portraits, and were now standing around in groups chatting, smiling, laughing at each other’s jokes while helping themselves to the abundant refreshments that had been provided by their hosts.

Just as I was wondering what had happened to my own group of models, I saw them emerge from the back classroom and edge their way out slowly to mingle with the other visitors. The somewhat somber expressions on their faces puzzled me, especially when compared to the jovial atmosphere around them.

“Something’s happened in there,” I told Sharon, frowning. “Look at their faces.”

“Yeah, they do look kinda serious, don’t they?” she replied, somewhat curiously. “Perhaps you were right. Maybe Elizabeth did fill them in on something. And whatever it was, it seems to have troubled them. Shall we go investigate? After all, they are supposed to be having fun tonight. ‘Belles of the ball’ and that kinda thing, you know?”

I pondered her suggestion for a few seconds but then shook my head. “No, let’s just go over and see if they’d like to get something to eat or drink. I’m sure the girls will fill us in whenever they get the chance. But somehow, I don’t think it will happen in public.”

“Hey, superstars,” I smiled as we approached them. “We thought you’d got lost somewhere, or been kidnapped by some of your fans. Come on over to the refreshment table. There’s still a lot to eat and drink. But it’s going fast.”

“Yeah,” echoed Sharon. “But stay away from those yummy desserts. Might spoil those slim figures of yours,” she giggled, placing her hands on her hips and doing a bit of a bump and grind. “Know what I mean?”

That brought a smile to Emily’s face and she replied in her traditional way by sticking out her tongue. “I like yummy, creamy desserts, don’t you Pammy?” she asked her girlfriend with a sly wink.

“We know what kind of creamy desserts you two like,” chimed in Becky. “Don’t we, Liz?” she teased, slipping her arm around Elizabeth’s waist.

“Right,” Elizabeth replied. “And there’s plenty of them hanging on the walls,” she added, grinning broadly.

“I was referring to the desserts on the refreshment table,” Sharon retorted, “as if you lot didn’t know. Aren’t any of you hungry? For food, I mean,” she quickly added before any other smart remarks could be interjected.

“I’m hungry,” said Amanda, who seemed to be wide awake again, after her brief snooze on Emily’s lap.

“Well, go help yourself, sweetie,” I told her, “before it’s all gone.”

“Yeah, come on Amanda,” said Emily, taking hold of the little girl’s hand. “I’ll take you over and help you choose something yummy.” Looking at the two of them strolling over to the table I couldn’t help thinking to myself, Yeah, and it looks like you’ve found yourself something yummy too, oh daughter of mine. The others fell in line and followed them over.

“Guess they were hungry, after all,” I chuckled to Susan as we watched our parade of would-be stars pick at what was left and munch away. “So, what do you think, hon?” I continued. “Shall we suggest we all head back to our place after? I sense an interesting update coming our way.”

She laughed. “What, you psychic all of a sudden?”

“Well, you know Emily. Hard for her to hold her tongue.”

“Yeah, but they may have been pledged to secrecy. You never know.”

“Only one way to find out,” I retorted, still determined to try.

We had to clear it with Marilyn and Alice, of course, but an hour later saw a rather large party of girls of all ages traipsing into our friendly house to finish the evening’s festivities with the promise of an enjoyable sleepover. The girls of all ages included Sharon and myself, naturally, but also Marilyn, who had pledged to her sister to make sure that Amanda behaved herself. Alice decided that she had better go home to be with her husband and younger daughter, just to make sure everything was okay, which caused Sharon and I to exchange glances of curiosity as to what exactly she meant by ‘okay,’ and Karen and Maggie passed on the offer, both claiming to be exhausted from preparing and hosting the successful evening’s event.

“Where’s everyone going to sleep?” was the first thing out of Emily’s mouth as we all made our way through the front door into our cozy house, which was about to become even more cozy as we squeezed against each other in our narrow hallway.

“Thinking about sleep already?” Sharon teased. “Is our little star worn out from her first public appearance?” she added, putting an arm around Emily’s shoulder and hugging her tightly, feeling the young girl wobble a little on her high heels.

My daughter replied in her usual manner by sticking out her tongue, a gesture which caused peals of laughter from little Amanda who, even though she’d fallen asleep during the drive home, now seemed wide awake again and excited to be part of a group of older girls, happy that she hadn’t been sent home with her mother.

“We’ll work out sleeping arrangements for everyone, don’t worry,” I replied. “We’ve got a few sleeping bags upstairs, so I’m sure everyone will be comfortable once we settle in. So who’s ready for bed, anyway?” I asked, as we entered the living room. “Anyone have any room left for a bedtime snack first, or are you all stuffed from all the goodies you ate at the studio?”

“Don’t know about you,” Sharon replied, “but I’m ready for a glass of wine and maybe some cheese and crackers.”

“Skip the crackers,” Elizabeth said, smiling at Sharon, before glancing somewhat cautiously over at her mother, “just wine for me.”

“Yeah, me too,” added Becky, throwing her arms around her girlfriend. “Let’s all have some fun,” she giggled.

“You’re not old enough to drink yet,” I protested — somewhat weakly, I must admit — as Sharon smirked a little when Becky glanced her way. I knew Becky had indulged a little when she shared Sharon’s apartment a couple of years before, so it was pointless to refuse the young teen. Besides, I thought, a little wine would do wonders to loosen lips and maybe allow a little bit of Elizabeth’s past to be revealed to Sharon and me, something I’m sure the rest of them had already been made aware of during their time alone at the gallery that evening. I still wasn’t sure how far Marilyn would let things go if the girls did start to open up, but I hoped a little wine might make her feel more comfortable at least.

“Are you models going to change into something more comfortable while we get the refreshments ready?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder as Sharon and I made our way into the kitchen.

Pam and Emily both jumped up, once again wobbling on their heels, and slowly made their way up the stairs to Emily’s bedroom, while Becky and Elizabeth shrugged, Becky pointing out that Elizabeth had nothing to change into anyway so they would stay as they were. “We can find robes for you if you like,” I suggested. “You too, Marilyn, if you want,” I added, smiling at the artist.

“Well thanks, but maybe later,” she replied, settling down on the couch beside her daughter and Becky, both of whom had already snuggled comfortably together. As Amanda climbed onto Marilyn’s lap, Sharon and I entered the kitchen to prepare the goodies for the second half of our party evening.

“You’re such a devil,” I told my girlfriend, as she grabbed a bottle of Merlot, while I started to slice some cheese onto a large platter, adding a packet of tasty crackers to the mix, along with some sodas for the girls. “And you call me sneaky,” I giggled. “You want to hear what happened as much as I do,” I added, squeezing one of her cheeks playfully.

“Naturally,” she replied, wiggling her ass back into my palm. “I’m just as curious as you are. Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Yeah, but with Amanda here, too, I’m not sure how far Marilyn will let things go, even if Elizabeth starts to open up.”

“Well, if we’re lucky, she may fall asleep on Marilyn’s lap anyway. She must be so tired from the excitement of the evening,” I added, hopefully.

On returning to the living room we saw right away that Amanda had indeed already fallen asleep on Marilyn’s lap, legs immodestly askew, head resting on her auntie’s shoulder. Her position had caused her dress to ride up and her cute little panties to cling tightly to her puffy mound, slipping slightly between her plump pussy lips, Marilyn’s hands clasping her tummy so that the little girl did not slip from her grasp.

I smiled. “Well isn’t that a cozy looking picture,” I remarked, thinking back to the pastel Marilyn had created of Amanda’s naked treasure that hung on the wall in the studio. “Even drawing one of her like that would be erotic,” I suggested to Marilyn with a wink.

“Yeah,” she replied, “but you’ve got to admit that this is even more enticing,” she giggled, reaching down and slipping the crotch of Amanda’s panties to the side, exposing her pretty lips to us.

At that moment Emily and Pam came down the stairs to join us, having changed. They were now barefoot, wearing only long tee shirts — probably naked underneath, I suspected, knowing them.

“Wowsie, Pammy,” Emily exclaimed. “Look at Amanda’s cute little cunt. Now we’ve seen it in the flesh, so as to speak,” she giggled, remembering caressing the little girl in the back room of the studio as she’d fallen asleep against her while Elizabeth was telling them about her past. “It’s so cute, don’t you think?”

And to everyone’s surprise, although I should have suspected it, she knelt down in front of Marilyn and pressed her mouth against the little girl’s pussy, giving it a gentle lick as she stared up into the artist’s face, hoping she wouldn’t disapprove. As you may have guessed, she didn’t. Amanda merely sighed in her sleep and snuggled her head closely against her auntie’s neck as the pleasurable feelings in her pussy no doubt invaded her dreams.

As everyone looked on, almost spellbound, I decided to interrupt this little display of affection before Amanda woke. “Wine and cheese with crackers, anyone? Or are you all developing a different kind of appetite?” I teased, admittedly feeling myself becoming aroused at my daughter’s antics.

I plunked the tray down on the table Sharon had set up between the love seat and the couch where the older girls and Marilyn had settled, and loudly popped the cork of the Merlot, immediately diverting the attention of our two teens away from Emily’s ministrations to Amanda, and even causing my daughter to peer over her shoulder with a sly grin on her face as she licked her lips.

“Hmmm,” she pondered aloud. “I wonder what would taste better, Amanda’s pussy or the wine.”

“Emily!” I scolded as Pam immediately tugged her girlfriend to her feet, pulling her close and kissing her.

“Mmmm,” she exclaimed, tasting Amanda’s fragrance lingering on Emily’s lips. “Somehow I’d vote for Amanda,” she giggled. “But I’m all for comparing,” she announced with a sly grin on her face as she grabbed Emily’s hand and walked her over toward the wine table.

“Sorry, girls,” I chided them. “This is for us older folks, but there’s sodas for you if you like.”

As Emily and Pamela groaned, Elizabeth and Becky sidled up to the table smirking at the two young girls. Emily, as expected, stuck her tongue out at the teens while Pam picked up a soda and winked at her elder sister, a wink that I caught and understood to mean ‘you’re going to sneak me a sip, right?’ Sisters have to look out for each other, after all.

I then relieved Marilyn of her little bundle of joy so that she, too, could pour a glass of wine and enjoy some cheese and crackers, plunking myself down on the love seat as Amanda groaned a little in her sleep, and then snuggled up against me. It wasn’t long before everyone was settled, either sipping Merlot or sodas – and yes, I noticed Becky quickly pour a little of her wine into Pam’s drink, sneaking a look at me to see if I witnessed her sisterly act of kindness. I leveled my fiercest glare at her but, even though I tried hard not to, it quickly turned into a resigned smile. It wasn’t long before Elizabeth similarly laced Emily’s soda, much to her satisfaction.

Well, dear reader, we are rapidly approaching the end of this epic, and as you might imagine, it wasn’t long before the same story the girls had heard in the back classroom at the studio came out in dribs and drabs as the bottle of Merlot was emptied, replaced by another, and emptied again. Little Amanda’s warm body remained snuggled against me, completely oblivious to all details we heard about how her older cousin was molested and raped by her father and his friends. It was a testament to Elizabeth’s fortitude that she was able to go on with her life with the help of her mother. The respect I held for Marilyn doubled that evening. Needless to say, a few more tears were shred by all of us before the night was over.

As my young daughter and her girlfriend climbed the stairs to their bedroom at the end of the evening, she leaned lovingly on me and confided, “Mommy, I think men are disgusting, and they better keep their cocks to themselves whenever they are around me.”

Pam heard her and nodded, grasping tightly onto Emily’s hand. “And me too,” she added, her cheeks still stained with tears as flashes of memories with her own daddy flitted through her mind.

I smiled as I hugged my little girl tightly and thought to myself that even though they felt that way now, they’d probably eventually mellow as they grew older. But at least for now, any fears I had about my little girl becoming pregnant could be put to sleep.

Love would win out in the end, as it usually does. And love is often found in places you least expect it. You never know when you will find someone with whom you can be more than just friends.

THE END

By No One

Melina sat at the lunch table in the school cafeteria, staring off into space. She’d been distracted all day. Even now, her friend Alicia was trying to tell her about… something to do with her sister being annoying, she thought, but she couldn’t concentrate on her words.

All she could think about was Abbie.

The girl had really done a number on her. Twenty-four hours earlier, the thought of even kissing a girl—never mind everything else they had done the previous afternoon—had never crossed her mind. Now it was all that occupied it—and with these thoughts came very distracting urges.

She had given herself some relief last night in bed before falling asleep, thinking that might put an end to it. That wasn’t the case. She’d woken up with thoughts of Abbie still in her head, and had to give in to the temptation of pleasuring herself again during her morning shower. Imagining Abbie sharing the shower with her had done wonders for that, and she’d been left barely able to stand afterwards.

That was three orgasms in less than a day. At 12-years-old, it was certainly a new personal record for her. Of course, the first of those wasn’t by her own doing; that was what started this whole mess.

Seeing her friend this morning hadn’t really helped matters. They hadn’t been free to discuss things in private, and Melina found that she really didn’t know how to act around Abbie anymore. She hadn’t been able to relax around the girl, and really hoped that wouldn’t last.

The morning classes had been a pain, with the distraction of Abbie sitting right next to her. They’d exchanged a few sheepish, secret smiles, which put Melina in no mood for mathematics. She’d had to do her best to concentrate on what the teacher was saying to avoid thinking about other things, though. Getting all turned on in the middle of class would be embarrassing as hell.

Despite all the doubts she’d had the previous day, Melina was now quite ready to admit to herself that she couldn’t wait to get Abbie alone again.

She was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts when the object of her desires put her lunch tray down on the table, and sat in front of her. Abbie gave her a bright smile, and she returned it, hoping her face didn’t betray what she’d just been thinking about.

“Can you believe that?” Alicia was concluding her story.

“Uh… yeah, that really… sucks?” Melina hazarded, hoping that was the appropriate reaction.

“I know, right?” the girl agreed, thankfully oblivious to Melina’s inattention. She then turned to the newcomer. “Hey Abbie, where’ve you been?”

“Oh, I needed to ask Mr. Cooper some questions about that assignment, but you know how he just goes on and on,” Abbie explained, rolling her eyes. Melina and Alicia nodded in sympathy. “Now I only have like ten minutes left to eat.”

“Better hurry, then,” Melina said. “Good choice on the spaghetti, at least that’s edible. I think some of the other options can be deadly if you eat them too fast.”

Abbie nearly spit out her first bite as she burst out laughing, then gave Melina a look of mixed amusement and annoyance.

“Hey, I said it was safe, but don’t choke on it just to prove me wrong,” Melina said, grinning, and Abbie laughed even harder.

Alicia had been silent during this exchange, staring out across the room. Melina elbowed her. “What’s up?”

“Noah’s sitting by himself over there.” Alicia pointed out a boy who shared some classes with them. “Such a cutie! I should go talk to him.”

Melina chuckled. “Yeah, go for it.”

Alicia turned to her in shock. “Really? You don’t mind? I thought you liked him…”

“Yeah, Mel, I thought you liked him,” Abbie added playfully, but Melina thought she detected a bit of an edge to her tone. Was she jealous? She smiled inwardly at the thought of making the girl jealous.

“Oh, well, he’s cute for sure but… It’s not a big deal, I guess. It’s not like I really know him or anything. Go for it, it’s cool.” Her response might have been different just the previous day, but it really didn’t seem to matter much at that moment. She had other things on her mind than Noah.

“Wow, thank you,” Alicia breathed, eyes wide, as if Melina had given her a great treasure rather than just the permission to talk to someone. She slowly rose to her feet, took one step forward, then paused. “Uh, I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Sure you can. Just go over there and say, like, ‘hey, how’s it going?’ or something,” Melina said, as if she did this sort of thing all the time. Truth was, she would probably be as nervous as her friend in this situation, but she figured it was more helpful to play it cool. She gave Alicia a small push to set her on her way.

Melina and Abbie looked on as their red-headed friend made her way to where Noah was sitting, exchanged a few words with him, then after a moment sat down in front of him. They seemed to be having a nice chat.

“You do realize,” said Abbie, “that if this works out, all we’ll hear from her from now on is ‘Noah this’ and ‘Noah that’.”

“Oh God, what have I done?” Melina despaired, hiding her face in her hands as she imagined the situation.

Abbie chuckled, then made short work of the rest of her meal. Leaning back in her chair afterwards, she looked at Melina, a small smile on her lips.

“What?” Melina asked warily.

“So… have you given up on boys completely then?” her friend asked with a grin.

Melina laughed. “You wish,” she answered, omitting to mention that it certainly wasn’t a boy she’d been thinking about all day.

“Yeah, I kinda do,” Abbie said with a wink.

The way the girl was looking at her with that rather mischievous smile on her lips made Melina’s heart flutter. She wished she could kiss those sweet lips right then.

“Wish I could kiss you right now,” Abbie said, mirroring her thoughts to an uncanny degree.

Melina’s eyes widened in surprise at the other girl voicing precisely what she’d been thinking—out loud in a public place! “Abbie!” she hissed, looking around nervously.

“What?” Abbie asked, all innocence. “Nobody heard, don’t worry.” She was probably right, no one could pick out individual conversations in the general din of the cafeteria. “Don’t you want to do it too?” she added, still with that naughty smile.

Melina felt herself blush, and wondered if the other girl could somehow read her mind. Before she could answer though, the school bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break.

“I guess you were saved…” Abbie began, mimicking putting on sunglasses, “by the bell.”

Melina chuckled despite herself, and shook her head. “Terrible.”

“You still laughed!” Abbie pointed out as both of them got up and started walking towards their lockers. “Oh hey, you’re still coming over tomorrow night, right?” she asked suddenly.

Melina blinked. Certain distractions had made her completely forget about that plan. As she now recalled, Abbie’s dad was supposed to go out on a date that night as well, leaving them alone. Her heart rate kicked up another notch at the thought. She had a pretty good idea what they would get up to. “S-sure,” she replied, trying to sound normal.

“Cool,” Abbie said, flashing a bright smile.

Tomorrow night sounded so far away at that moment, though. “Um, what about tonight? You doing anything?” Melina asked.

“Ah, I’m going out to see a movie with Dad.”

“Oh right, Thursday is father-daughter bonding night,” Melina remembered. Abbie’s dad had been a bit of a workaholic for a long time, but recently he made a point to at least regularly spend some time with his daughter. She knew Abbie appreciated the effort.

“Yep,” Abbie said. “You could probably come with us if you want, though.”

The offer didn’t sound bad, but Melina really wanted to be alone with Abbie. It’d be very awkward with her dad around if she kept having the kind of thoughts that had been running through her mind all morning—and she knew she would. “Um, nah, it’s cool. We’ll hang out tomorrow,” she said.

“Okay,” Abbie said as they reached her locker. Melina’s was a bit further down the hall. “See ya later, then.”

Melina waved as she walked away. She didn’t share afternoon classes with Abbie today, so she hoped she’d be able to concentrate better, at least.

* * *

She had not been able to concentrate any better. In fact, the thought of what might happen the very next day had distracted her even more. Having damp panties in class was an extremely embarrassing experience, she’d discovered. Hopefully no one had noticed her blush.

She’d been a mess by the time she got home, and had gone straight to her room to masturbate furiously, thoughts of her best friend still occupying her mind. A very satisfying orgasm later, she’d finally been able to relax for a while.

Now, later that night, she was lying in bed and starting to get horny again. God, I’m turning into some kind of sex addict, she thought, a bit ashamed of herself.

She was staring at the phone in her hand. She wanted to send a message to Abbie, but she wasn’t quite sure what. Something maybe a little bit suggestive, but not too forward. As she was trying to decide, the phone buzzed in her hand, making her jump and nearly drop the device.

Wow, I need to stop being scared of my own phone, she thought, laughing at herself. She saw that she’d received a text from Abbie.

Thinking of you, it said simply.

Melina smiled, wondering what kind of “thinking” her friend was doing exactly. Such a simple message, yet now her imagination was running wild. This was exactly the kind of text she’d meant to send. Her smile broadened as she thought of how they were very much on the same wavelength.

Don’t get too excited, she texted back with a winking smiley.

Too late, came the reply a few seconds later.

Melina grinned, imagining the other girl was playing with herself right at that moment. The thought got her own motors going even more. Giving in to the impulse, she slipped the hand not holding the phone down to the juncture of her thighs and pressed against the panties she wore to bed. She let out a soft moan. It seemed she was due for another round of self-pleasuring. She idly wondered if too much masturbation could be bad for you, but she wouldn’t be able to stop herself at that moment either way.

The phone buzzed once again in her hand. What are you up to? Abbie was asking.

Melina felt her cheeks color a little, even though her friend couldn’t see what she was actually doing. She typed out a reply, then hesitated a moment, her finger hovering over the “send” button. Finally, shrugging to herself, she tapped the button and saw her message appear in the conversation: Maybe the same thing as you.

She didn’t wait long before a new message from Abbie appeared. Mmm, wish I could see, it said, with a little devil emoji.

Melina grinned, then sighed contentedly as she set her fingers to work between her legs. She could feel the warmth of her yearning sex through the fabric. It was hot to imagine Abbie doing the very same thing. She wished she could see the girl touching herself right now as well.

She froze as she realized that was actually very possible. She considered the phone in her hand for a few moments, then deciding herself, she switched to the camera app. Holding the device at arm’s length, she lifted her shirt a little and angled the shot so that her panties were visible, then gave her best attempt at bedroom eyes and tapped the button to take a picture.

Blinking a few times to clear the aftereffects of the flash in her eyes, she admired her handywork. She looked a little bit awkward on the photo, maybe, but still fairly sexy in her estimation. She was pretty sure Abbie would like it, in any case. Giggling to herself, she imagined the look on her friend’s face.

She paused as an even more wicked thought crossed her mind. If Abbie would be surprised seeing this picture, what would her reaction be like if Melina was… Did she dare? A flush of excitement went through her as she contemplated the idea.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head, then hooked her thumbs in her panties and got rid of those as well. Holding up her phone, she struck a provocative pose: small breasts thrust forward proudly, one hand covering her pussy. Her fingers accidentally brushed against her sensitive place, making her gasp just as she was taking the picture.

She hesitated a few seconds before she dared to take a look at the result. “Oh God,” she whispered to herself as she finally saw the photo: a very erotic portrait of a nude young girl, an expression of pleasure on her face. There was no doubt now that she looked very sexy. Maybe even slutty. The picture made her feel in equal parts embarrassed and excited. There was no way she could really send this… Could she?

Her mind filled with lust was making it hard to think rationally. The jolt of pleasure from the fingers she kept pressed against her increasingly slick sex wasn’t helping. Screw it, she thought as she made herself text the picture to her friend with a trembling hand.

She slid her fingers deeper into the wet folds of her intimacy, forcing a soft moan out of her lips. She was getting even more turned on thinking about the positively wicked thing she’d just done. It didn’t take very long before her phone once again signaled a new message.

Holy shit!!!!! Abbie had sent.

Melina laughed out loud. Now she really wished she could have seen her friend’s face when she opened the picture. What? You said you wanted a look, she texted back, playing the innocent.

Almost at the same time came Abbie’s next message. Get on Skype, it said simply.

Melina glanced at the laptop on her desk. Clearly, Abbie was in the mood for a somewhat more direct form of contact. Though Melina had wanted to see the other girl’s face just a few seconds ago, the idea now seemed very embarrassing, considering what she’d just sent. Her arousal was still building, though, and after a few seconds of hesitation, it won over the embarrassment.

She padded across the room to her desk, using her phone’s screen to light the way, then paused to peer at the bedroom door uncertainly. Making her way over, she opened the door partially as silently as she could, then poked her head through. She could hear what sounded like a movie playing on the TV downstairs. It looked like her mom would probably be occupied for a while. Nodding to herself, she closed the door again—holding the doorknob to avoid making any noise—then grabbed the laptop and brought it back to bed.

Shivering a little after her nude trip across the room, she put the laptop on top of her pillow and slid under the covers. Lying on her stomach and resting on her elbows in front of the computer, she lifted the machine’s lid and waited for the wi-fi to connect. She saw Abbie was already online in her Skype window and sent her a video chat request. Muting the volume to cut off the ringing jingle, she raised it back up to a low but audible level once her friend appeared on screen.

“Aww, why’d you cover up?” Abbie said immediately, disappointed. The girl herself was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, and was sitting cross-legged on her bed, lit up by her own laptop screen’s glow.

Melina laughed. “Um, well, it’s cold?” she offered weakly.

“Psh,” Abbie dismissed the excuse with a derisive sound. “You didn’t look cold when you took this,” she said, grinning and brandishing her phone where Melina’s picture was still on the screen. “Holy shit, Mel, wow!” she added, still admiring the photo.

“Oh, God,” Melina said, blushing furiously and letting her head fall down to the bed for a moment. “You’re gonna delete that, right?” she asked hopefully once she could make herself look at the screen again.

“What? No way!” her friend protested. “I need it for, um… when I miss you and feel lonely,” she explained with a wink.

Melina was torn. On one hand, the thought of that photo just lying there on Abbie’s phone for anyone to find made her extremely nervous, but on the other, the mental image of her friend “using” her picture when she was “lonely” sent a fresh flush of excitement through her body. “But what if someone finds it?” she asked uncertainly.

“Then I guess Dad will have one hell of a nice surprise,” Abbie replied, grinning.

“Abbie!” Melina hissed as quietly as she could.

The other girl laughed. “Kidding! He never checks my phone. Nobody does. Don’t worry.”

“God, why did I send that to you?” Melina lamented.

“Because you’re super awesome and sexy,” Abbie said, still smiling. “And speaking of sexy, that’s not a bad view…” she added, making a show of leering, and Melina realized a bit late that she’d been showing off her small cleavage by lying in this position. “But maybe you could do even better?” Abbie suggested, “subtly” waving the picture on her phone around as inspiration.

Melina hesitated. It felt a lot more embarrassing to show off “live,” so to speak. “Um, well… you first,” she said. It seemed only fair.

“Oh yeah?” Abbie asked with a wide grin. If Melina had been hoping to fluster the girl, it was a failure. Her friend just looked happy and excited that she’d asked as she began to pull off her t-shirt.

“Err, hold on,” Melina said as she remembered how Abbie had done it the previous afternoon.

Abbie paused with her shirt half-way up her chest, looking confused. “What?”

Melina swallowed as she admired the revealed flat belly. “Maybe, um, you could do it, like, slowly,” she suggested.

The smile returned to Abbie’s lips. “Oh, I see how it is,” she said teasingly, then looked briefly around her room. “Yeah, I think I can manage something. Just for you.”

The webcam view shifted erratically as Abbie grabbed her laptop and moved it somewhere else. When it stabilized again, Melina could faintly see her friend’s dresser and bedroom door in the background, dimly lit by the monitor glow. She figured the laptop had been set down at the foot of the bed.

Abbie walked into the frame, closer to the computer and more clearly lit. “Can you see okay?” she asked in a loud whisper.

Melina gave her the thumbs up, nervously anticipating what was to come next.

Abbie began slowly swaying her hips from side to side, perhaps following the rhythm of a song in her head. One hand came up to lift her shirt over her stomach, caressing the skin underneath. She held the pose for a moment, a smug look on her face, as if the revealed body part was a great treasure she possessed. Melina wouldn’t disagree with that.

Letting the shirt fall back down, Abbie turned her back to the camera, and thrust her butt out a bit. Looking back over her shoulder with a smile, she gave it a few shakes, making Melina giggle. Her hands then went under the waistband of her sweatpants to cup her cheeks, her face twisted in an exaggerated expression of mock surprise. Melina laughed harder.

Turning back around and dropping the silly face, Abbie walked towards the webcam and leaned forward. Her hands went up under her shirt, pulling the garment along, until they were cupping her breasts, even showing a hint of underboob.

Melina swallowed hard. Her friend had turned into an expert tease somehow, and it was certainly having an effect on her. She thought she might be making a wet spot on the bed sheets, but her attention was too focused on her laptop screen to care.

Abbie straightened up and took a step back. She let her hands roam all over her upper body, pulling her shirt this way and that as she did so, but never quite revealing her breasts. Finally, perhaps feeling she had played coy long enough, she grabbed the hem of the shirt with both hands, and slowly pulled it up and over her head from behind, in such a way that she wasn’t exactly wearing the garment anymore, but it was still on her arms and covering her chest. She winked cheekily at the camera, then turned her bare back to it.

Melina couldn’t quite see what was happening now, but the other girl seemed to be having just a bit of trouble getting the shirt off from around her arms. She supposed you couldn’t expect a 12-year-old to be a master stripper. It was kind of cute, really, and didn’t diminish her excitement one bit.

A few seconds later, the shirt finally fell to the floor, and Abbie turned around again, her chest now only covered by her hands. She leaned in close towards the webcam and very slowly let her hands slip away, finally revealing her breasts in all their glory. 

They were the small boobs of a preteen, of course, but after all that teasing, it was definitely one of the sexiest sights Melina had ever been given. She found that one of her hands had somehow made its way between her thighs, and her hips had begun pushing into it of their own volition. Now there would definitely be a wet spot, but she still couldn’t make herself care.

On the screen, Abbie had straightened up again and her hands resumed their caresses all over her torso. She seemed to be enjoying cupping and playing with her now bare breasts quite a bit. After a moment, one hand veered south and slipped under the waistband of her sweatpants. A small moan could be heard escaping her lips as it reached its destination.

Melina wondered if the girl giving the show was as turned on as the one watching it. Her own fingers were busy underneath her, playing in the slick folds of her sex. It was starting to require real effort to keep herself from moaning as well.

Abbie turned sideways, taking her hand out of her pants and using it to pull down the waistband over one hip teasingly. She pulled it back up after a second, and smirked at the camera, surely aware of what she was doing to Melina. Turning to her other side, she did the same on that hip, but tugging the waistband a little lower this time before letting it snap back into place.

Finally, fully turning her back to the camera once again, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled it down until her lovely bottom was in full view. She paused for a moment, and Melina thought she might continue teasing and pull it back up. Instead, Abbie bent over and continued pulling her pants all the way down, offering a glimpse of her sex at the same time. Straightening up, she stepped out of the garment pooled at her feet, then spun around to face the camera once more, one hand covering her private parts.

Melina could see her friend’s hand start moving between her legs, pressing against her pussy in slow up-and-down motions. Abbie’s mouth opened in silent moans, and Melina knew it wasn’t just for show: the other girl was really masturbating right “in front” of her. She was doing the same, of course, though in a more subtle fashion. In fact, she had to force herself to slow down because she could already feel an orgasm start to build up. Cumming like that in front of her friend would be rather embarrassing, though at this point, it seemed like an inevitability. She certainly couldn’t have stopped completely, but she could make it last longer, at least. 

Somehow, the sexiest thing to Melina throughout all this was how Abbie kept staring at the camera—at her—as she pleasured herself. It was like they were in intimate contact despite not actually being in the same room.

Abbie took a few steps towards the laptop, one hand still pressed to her intimacy, the other kneading one of her breasts. She bit her lip, and her hips started gyrating against her hand. Melina could hear soft moans coming in through the speakers.

After a moment, Abbie began moving even closer to the computer until all that could be seen on screen was a close-up of her hand between her thighs. Surprised, Melina stared as her friend’s hand slowly moved up, middle finger dragging against her slit, until it was out of the frame, at last giving a full view of the girl’s smooth sex.

Melina swallowed hard. Her mind immediately went back to what Abbie had done to her with her tongue the previous day, and what she’d imagined doing while masturbating that night. At that moment, admiring her friend’s inviting pussy, she was fairly certain that if Abbie had really been in front of her like this, she’d have no problem going in for a taste.

It didn’t take long before Abbie’s hand came back into view, one finger smoothly sliding between the lips of her sex. Melina could see how wet she was; it looked like stripping was quite the turn on for her friend. She watched on as Abbie continued playing with her pussy: spreading her lips, pressing her fingers between them, rubbing in circular motions, and starting over. She could hear the other girl’s moans coming from off-camera, especially when a finger started tickling her clit. She’d thought she couldn’t possibly get more turned on by the spectacle, but clearly she’d been wrong.

After a minute or two of this, Abbie disappeared from view and the screen began shaking, indicating she was again repositioning her laptop. When Melina could see clearly again, she found her friend lying on her bed, diagonally to her point of view, so that her whole body was on display. Her hand was resting on her thigh, tantalizingly close to touching her sex. Melina suspected this wasn’t by accident.

“How was that?” Abbie asked, with that teasing, sexy smile of hers on her lips.

“Wow, that was…” Melina shook her head, unsure how to appropriately describe the erotic display. “Really, really sexy,” she finished—a bit lamely, she thought.

Abbie didn’t seem to mind her lack of eloquence. “Glad you liked it,” she said, winking. “Now, I think you’re supposed to stop hiding under there.”

“Oh… right,” Melina said hesitantly. She figured she didn’t have much of a choice now, with everything that Abbie had just done. Regretfully, she withdrew her hand from between her legs, and slowly rose to her knees. She gathered up the bed covers around her for a last moment of modesty as she straightened up. Not really knowing how to do a sexy striptease with bed sheets—and she didn’t think she could come close to equaling Abbie’s show, anyway—she simply let the sheets fall off,  revealing her naked form. Though she blushed furiously, she forced herself to remain motionless, offering every detail of her body to her friend’s hungry eyes.

Abbie didn’t mind her lack of showmanship either. She leaned in a little closer to the screen and her eyes widened as she took in the sight. “Mmm, you’re so hot,” she said huskily.

Melina smiled shyly. Beyond the embarrassment, the way her friend’s eyes shone with excitement as they drank in every inch of her nude body made her feel very sexy.

“Thanks. You’re, um… not bad yourself,” she said, then immediately regretted her weak choice of words. They didn’t convey the intensity of what she felt at all. But as turned on as she was, she just couldn’t make herself talk dirty. She wanted to tell Abbie how wet she was for her, how she might want to lick her pussy, but those words just wouldn’t come out.

Abbie gave her a bright smile, though. She seemed content enough with the small compliments. “Hey, Mel…” she began, a teasing tone in her voice.

“Yeah?” Melina replied warily, unsure where this was going.

“Show me what you were doing under the covers a minute ago,” the girl said with a grin.

“Wh-what?” Oh God, she noticed, Melina thought.

Abbie laughed. “Don’t play dumb. I saw you squirming around and breathing hard.”

“Oh… I… um, well…” Melina didn’t find much to say to that. It was at this moment that she noticed that Abbie’s hand, which had been resting so tantalizingly close to her sex, had moved even closer and was now making slow up-and-down motions across her lips. Melina swallowed hard. She really wanted to join in.

Very slowly, her hand crawled up her thigh until it reached her yearning sex. God, she was so wet. A gasp escaped her as she resumed rubbing herself, sliding her fingers into her folds. She could see Abbie’s eyes were glued to her lewd performance, and though her cheeks burned, it also heightened her excitement even more.

Both of them were silent for a while, except for soft moans here and there. They each watched the other masturbate, their arousal feeding off each other. Melina had forgotten her embarrassment and simply revelled in the delicious sensations coursing through her body, amplified by watching her friend doing the same thing on screen. She really wished they were in the same room at that moment.

“Hey Mel, show me closer,” Abbie said breathily after a long moment.

“Closer?” Melina repeated in the same tone.

“Yeah, like I did earlier.”

Melina realized what she meant. Through her arousal-fogged mind, she now felt only slightly self-conscious at the request. She awkwardly moved on her knees towards the laptop until her sex was right at camera level. She couldn’t quite tell from this position, but she figured Abbie probably now had a close-up view of her fingers rubbing hard at her soaked pussy. The appreciative moan she heard confirmed that.

“Mmm, I want to lick that,” she heard her friend say, echoing her own thoughts from earlier, when the roles were reversed.

“Wish you were here to do it,” Melina whispered, growing weak-kneed at the thought.

“Mel, I’m getting close,” Abbie breathed after a moment.

Melina didn’t have to ask close to what, she could feel it building up within her just as well. She couldn’t really see the screen from this position, and she didn’t want to miss the other girl’s orgasm, so she let herself fall down backwards on the bed until she was lying on her back, legs splayed wildly. It should have been an extremely embarrassing position, but now she was past caring about that. She propped herself up on one elbow so she could see the screen while pressing hard on her clit with her other hand. The little nub, radiating pleasure, felt like the center of her being at that moment.

On the screen, Abbie was lying sideways, her own legs rather lewdly spread as well: one bent flat against the bed, the other standing up. One of her hands was kneading her boobs roughly, while the other was busy between her thighs, rubbing her sex rapidly while her hips thrusted against it. She was looking at Melina with glazed eyes, mouth open and breathing hard.

Melina felt the delicious tension within her reach its apex, then break, releasing wave after wave of pure bliss throughout her thrashing body. Through half-closed eyes, she saw Abbie taken by her own orgasm, her hips bucking wildly. Hearing the other girl’s cries of ecstasy mixed with her own seemed to make her come even harder.

After the intense sensations had died down, Melina lay on the bed, eyes closed, until her breathing regained a more normal rhythm. Realizing she still had her legs spread open towards a camera, she rolled around into a somewhat more respectable position. Her friend was smiling at her on the screen. She smiled back and they both giggled at what had just happened.

“Well, that was fun,” Abbie declared.

“Yeah,” Melina agreed shyly, then a thought occurred to her. “Oh God, was I loud? How loud was I?”

Abbie chuckled. “Kinda hard to say through these speakers but… I dunno, medium loud?”

“Crap, I hope Mom didn’t hear anything. What about your dad? You sounded pretty loud.”

“Whose fault is that?” Abbie asked with a wink, then she shrugged dismissively. “Should be fine, he always plays video games with headphones on in the evening. Wouldn’t hear it if an elephant crashed into the house.”

Melina laughed. “Okay, well, hold on, I’m just gonna go check a bit,” she said, nodding towards her bedroom door.

She walked as stealthily as could on shaky legs up to the door, slowly opened it, and poked her head through, as she’d done earlier. The hallway was still deserted, the sounds of the TV were still coming from downstairs. She sighed in relief.

As she was about to close the door, though, she heard the TV cut off and the couch creak as her mother got up. Glancing at her alarm clock, she realized it was about the time her mom usually went to bed.

She rushed back into her room and grabbed the laptop. “Crap, I think she’s coming up to go to bed,” she explained to the girl on the screen as she carried the machine back to her desk.

Abbie made a face. “Oops.”

“I’m gonna get off. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Her friend nodded, pressed her fingers to her lips, then turned her hand towards Melina, sending her the kiss. She returned the gesture, somewhat more bashfully than usual, then closed the laptop lid. Exchanging air kisses wasn’t a new thing for them, but somehow it seemed to have a different significance now, with everything that had happened between them.

Melina got back into bed just as she heard her mother walk up the stairs. She pretended to sleep, but the sound of the footsteps didn’t even pause at all at her door, simply continuing on into the bathroom. It seemed she was in the clear, and she finally began to relax.

After a moment, she shifted her position a little more to the right. She’d been right about the wet spot on the bed. She smiled, thinking about how it got there. It took some time before she fell asleep, her mind occupied with the thought that on the next evening, she would at last be alone with Abbie again.

* * *

At last, the gym teacher blew his whistle, signalling the end of the class—the final one of the day. Melina sighed in relief and made her way towards the locker room. She’d spent the last half hour being completely ineffectual in a basketball game, and she was glad it was finally over. Sports really were not her thing. Abbie had always been better at this stuff than she was, but they didn’t share gym class this year.

Thinking of the girl made her smile. Very soon now, she’d be all alone with Abbie. It still felt weird to think of her best friend in this way, but she had stopped worrying about it. The afternoon they had fooled around in her room, the sexy Skype session from the previous night, those were some of the most intense and exciting moments in her life. She wanted more, and as soon as possible. She didn’t care what that made her.

The day had dragged on excruciatingly slowly. Once again, it had been quite difficult to pay attention in class, especially in those courses she shared with Abbie. She wondered if it would always be this way from now on. At least the school year was nearly over. This made her think of all the things they could get up to over the summer vacation, and she attracted a few odd looks when she entered the locker room with a wide smile on her lips.

Embarrassed, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind for now, and quickly went to her locker to change. Noticing some girls going off into the showers, Melina wondered if she should do that as well. Normally, she didn’t shower after gym class—her mediocre performance didn’t make her sweat all that much—but she did want to be nice and clean for Abbie. After all, there seemed to be a strong possibility that her friend would be putting her mouth on some of her body parts—at least, she hoped so! No, don’t think about that or you’ll get caught grinning like an idiot again, she told herself.

She could shower at home, of course, but… she was a bit curious. Would she feel anything if she saw the other girls showering? Would they turn her on? It could be a potentially awkward situation, but she felt like she needed to know.

Her underwear followed her gym clothes into the locker, and she made her way to the showers. There were three girls already under the water sprays. Two on one side had their backs to her. They had cute butts, she had to admit, but they didn’t immediately fill her with desire.

She took place on the other side, next to Ashley, who was probably the most “developed” girl in her grade. Melina stole sidelong glances. The blonde stood nearly a head taller than her on long, shapely legs. At 12 or 13, her boobs were bigger than many grown women’s. It was really unfair.

No doubt most boys at the school—and maybe some girls—would envy Melina’s current vantage point. Ashley was a dream girl for many, from what she’d overheard. Rumor was that she had an older boyfriend, but Melina didn’t know if that was true or not.

There was no denying that the girl was beautiful. Letting her eyes roam over Ashley’s body, Melina found herself more admirative than jealous, which had previously been her usual sentiment. Still, despite all of Ashley’s obvious assets, somehow she didn’t look as sexy and alluring as Abbie to Melina’s eyes.

Maybe it was because she’d already fooled around with Abbie, Melina thought, so her friend would naturally seem more arousing. Would she want to mess around with Ashley, if offered? She wasn’t sure. What would it be like to kiss her? To play with those big boobs of hers?

She was yanked out of her reverie when Ashley, having finished showering, turned and caught her staring. She raised an eyebrow at Melina.

“Err, sorry, I spaced out,” Melina mumbled, shaking her head, and praying the other girl wouldn’t notice her blush.

Ashley shrugged and strode out without a word. Melina had always thought she seemed a bit stuck-up.

Glancing around, she realized she was the last one under the showers. She wasn’t quite sure what the result of her little experiment was. Did she understand her attractions any better? As far as she could tell, the main takeaway was that she wanted to be with Abbie even more.

She finished her shower and hurried home.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By eloquent delinquent

I suppose that’s how it’s been, a long seduction, a gradual giving in from my maternal instincts to more primal ones, ever since we started together. After two glorious springtime months on the changing table, with me pleasing her nearly every day, we decided she was a big enough girl to switch to regular panties. I guess I realized that she hadn’t needed them even before we started our sexual play, and it seemed self-serving and wrong for me to hold her back just to satisfy my perverted desires.

So, no more changes, no more changing table, no more naughty touches… and I thought that would be it for our little erotic interlude as mother and daughter. For months it was, and except for some awkward looks at bath time, everything was perfectly chaste between us. I told myself I was relieved, that this was more normal and healthy. Maybe Bianca wouldn’t even remember what had happened between us when she got a bit older.

But I certainly couldn’t forget. She started pre-school that September, and while she was out I engaged in elaborate masturbation sessions, reliving the feel and taste of her body, her response, her noises when I made her cum. And as I lay there, nude and pumping, I took refuge in the fact that it was all just fantasy any more, all that was in the past, like all my other sweet, unspeakably naughty memories. So why not fuck and fuck myself to it?

Then one day after I brought her home, she wandered restlessly around the apartment like she was looking for something. I tried to help, “Everything all right, honey?”

Her eyebrow arched at the word ‘honey’ in a way I wasn’t used to. She fidgeted for a minute, then started, “In the bathroom at school, somethin’ happened…”

I sat up straight, “Oh gosh, Bon-Bon, did you have an accident?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“What happened?”

She nervously looked around, “I don’t wanna make anyone in trouble…”

“Come here,” I beckoned, and she sheepishly made her way to the couch and stood by my knee. I stroked her hair and comforted, “I don’t think anyone’s going to be in trouble, sweetie. Just tell Momma what happened, okay?”

Taking a deep breath, Bianca said, “Well… I went to the bathroom and then Anna came in right after. And she came into my stall, and she… she watched me go peepee. She closed the door and stood right there and watched me go. And after I got done she took her panties down to her shoes and pulled her dress way up and showed me what she looked like with no clothes on.”

I gasped.

“And then Anna said take your hands away, let me see, and then even though my panties were all the way down I did it. And then she told me to get up and pull up my dress, way up like her, up to here,” she indicated her throat, “and I did that, too. And then we looked at each other, like we had no clothes on, and we kind of turned around for each other so we could see everything.”

“What then?”

“She told me I was pretty, then she hugged me with her dress up, and we kissed. And then she put her clothes back and went back to class and then I did too.”

My mind spun. “Did anybody else see?”

Bianca shook her head. “Miss Dormer said ‘What took you girls?’ but that was all.”

I took a breath, tried to clear my head, as it’d gone almost drowsy with heat. “Well, first off, nobody’s in trouble. Some kids are curious about their bodies, and other people’s bodies, and they want to see. Did it scare you?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Did you like it?”

She shrugged, licked her lips nervously. “I dunno.”

Rubbing her arm, I told her, “It’s natural to be curious. It’s okay. When I was little like you, I wanted to look at other little girls with no clothes on.”

“For real?” She blushed brightly. “Did you?”

I nodded. “We kept it secret, and you should too, but there’s nothing bad about it.”

I could see the relief wash over Bianca, so I asked again, “How do you feel about it, honey?”

“Anna’s so pretty,” she confessed in a rush. “She’s all peachy, not pale like me. And I like her long yellow hair. And her nips are pink, like her weewee. I never saw another girl’s weewee before. And her bottom is so pretty too. It made me all tingly, like the way she looked at me made me tingly.”

“The way she looked at you?”

“Yeah, I could barely breathe. It made me wanna be like that for her, and… and, you know, show off.”

“Sounds like fun,” I said. My hand was stroking her back now, and without realizing it, I’d started to pass over her pert butt with each caress. My heart was pounding, I could feel my pulse in my cunt. I’d told myself all these incestuous feelings were over, I made myself be okay with it. But now it wasn’t a fantasy, and I was conflicted. I couldn’t help but picture Bianca and her little friend in the stall together, couldn’t help being reminded of my own exciting, secret experiences as a girl.

Part of my mind just kept repeating, Shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t… But I knew myself, and oh fuck, I wanted to have her again so bad.

“Momma?” she asked, and I nodded encouragingly. “I know I’m a big girl now, but… sometimes I still want the puffies.”

‘Puffies’ was her word for her training pants. My skin flushed at what that might mean, but I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, so I asked, “What for?”

“When I wore puffies I could push ’em down and rub it down there and get happy when I wanted. And sometimes you changed me, and you rubbed me too, or sometimes gave me special kisses. And when you did I got those big honey feelings, and the honey loves felt so good, and now I’m big and we don’t do that anymore.” She looked at me sidelong, eyes wide and searching.

“Did seeing Anna with her clothes off make you think of the things you do between your legs?”

She nodded, slow and solemn. “When I was waiting for you to come with the car, I hid in the bushes and rubbed my weewee and my bibi down my panties, ’cause I was so tingly. But I knew I was a big girl, and shouldn’t do little girl stuff. So I didn’t get the honey and now I’m still tingly and I can’t stop thinkin’ of Anna and her looking at me.”

My heart went out to her. Poor little Bon-Bon, all turned on by her pretty school mate, knowing what her body wants and unable to allow herself to get it.

“I could look at you like Anna,” I blurted, the idea seizing control without my having thought about it.

“How?”

My cheeks felt very warm. “Lift up your dress for me, like you did for her.” Bianca stared at me, unmoving. So I decided to act like her little friend, too. “Come on, pull it up and let me see.”

Confused, she bent slightly, took her hem, and drew her simple dress up to her chin, exposing herself to me, her taut round tummy and cute brown nipples and little white panties with lemons on them. My hand came to rest on the curve of her bare little back. I think my mouth hung open slightly. She regarded me intensely, anticipating.

I scowled slightly, and said in my story-book voice, “Something’s still not right.” Bianca’s eyes questioned, desperately afraid of doing something wrong. I let my hand slip down her back to her plump panty-clad butt, and told her, “It’s these, these weren’t here when Anna looked at you, were they?”

She looked down at her panties and shook her head as I smoothed both hands all over the material, her ass, her little narrow hips, the swell of her mound. Her gusset was very damp, and I felt almost bad for the way I teased her, but I couldn’t seem to help it.

“Where were they?” I asked.

“Down. Down by my shoes.”

I hooked my fingers around the fabric on both hips and skimmed them down to her ankles, hearing her gasp. Then I sat back on the couch and simply admired her, so vulnerable, so excited, so naturally sexual. “I think you’re prettier than Anna.”

Bianca giggled giddily, flattered.

“So, do you wanna rub your little bonbon, like you said?” I asked her.

She looked stunned.

“You can do it, if you want. As long as we’re alone at home, it’s okay, it’s natural, just like wanting to look. If it feels good to rub your weewee or your bibi, you don’t have to stop just because you’re a big girl.” I gulped. “Momma can watch you touching, if you want.”

My daughter trembled. She still held her dress to her chin. “Would you do it, Momma? I wanna have the honey loves, and you make it so nice. You can do your hand or your mouth, I just want it. I want honey, Momma.”

I felt compelled by my little girl’s desire, powerless to resist and not wanting to. My hands reached out, one snaking around her waist, the other resting on her tummy. I grinned affectionately, then smoothed up her silky flesh to her chest and throat, while behind I brushed and squeezed her plump butt, my fingertips playing up and down her crack. I felt her heart thumping, the deep rise and fall of her breath.

I bent forward, looked into her wide, wild eyes as I brought my lips to hers, parting them slightly, and kissed her. I lingered, giving kiss after slow kiss while my hands slid all over her plush little body. Eventually, she picked up on the rhythm of it, her mouth opening with mine, but I didn’t dare to slip my tongue into her mouth. Not then, anyway.

As our kisses became more sensual, I let my hands wander more knowingly, and she made surprised squeaks as she felt my fingers rest gently on her tiny, delectable pussy and asshole. Both spots were steamy and slick; she’d been excited for a while. When I began to rub, her knees wobbled and Bianca made an adorable sigh of surrender into my mouth.

And there I sat on the sofa in my living room, with my daughter holding her dress up and letting her sweet momma masturbate her, both my hands busy between her legs, one in front, one in back. It was so fun, the way her kisses got more sloppy and fervent as she got more stimulated. Her hips rocked back and forth, as she tried to get more feeling from one tender orifice, then the other. And when she quickly found her beautiful little orgasm, she yipped and shuddered and then practically went limp, breaking our drooling kiss, her head resting on my shoulder, quick breaths hot on my neck. Only my fingertips pressed into her creamy, pleasured little holes were holding her up.

When she returned to herself, she gave me the brightest, most loving smile I can ever remember seeing. My own smile blossomed in response.

“I love you, honey,” I murmured, and she nuzzled my neck and chuckled, finally letting the dress drop, the hem gathering at my cradling wrists.

“Love you too, Momma,” she purred. “I missed the honey loves so much. I was afraid you wouldn’t give ’em to me anymore ’cause I was too big.”

“Oh, Bon-Bon,” I replied, welling up, and drew her into a tight hug.

When she drew back, she looked at me curiously and asked, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” I replied. I’d meant everything I’d done.

“That it can be like before? I can pull down my panties and have happy touches when I want? That you’ll give me more honey loves?”

There was that phrase again. I couldn’t tell if she was referring to her orgasm, or just the sexual fondling I gave her. Maybe she didn’t even differentiate. I didn’t mind; I just loved that the sensation was so important to her that she’d given it a name.

“If you want,” I said. “This is your home, and this is your body, and if you want to touch between your legs to feel happy, you can. I want my girl to be happy, Bon-Bon.”

Her eyes sparkled with delight at my answer. And after a second to think about what I’d told her, she asked, “Can you use your mouth next time?”

I did. And the next time after that, I fingered her during her bath. And the time after that, I slipped my tongue into her mouth while I diddled her. She let out a cry of muffled delight, held my cheeks, and started ardently slithering her little nimble tongue over mine, and I deliriously wondered why I’d hesitated before. And on it went from there, as days turned to weeks turned to months and my wonderful daughter rediscovered her naughty joys.

Bianca had rhythms and patterns to her sexuality, the same as anyone. It’s hard to imagine anyone, at any age, abandoning erotic pleasure once they’ve experienced it. It’s instinctive, your body hungers for it. The way I saw things, my daughter and I were both blessed with the gift of carnal desire, and I was unwilling to repress her.

She wanted to masturbate alone about as often as she wanted me to be with her. And as much as I loved the naughty play time we shared, as much as I craved her little body, I always let her initiate. This was about my daughter’s sexual development more than mine. I wasn’t going to make a four year old responsible for my satisfaction.

In our new situation, I took care of myself in private, following my own frequent urges, and always, always after I played with her. I didn’t want to make my little girl have to deal with her Momma’s masturbation habits. At least, not until she made it clear that she wanted to. She’s marvelously curious like that.

One icy January afternoon, as I unraveled her from her from her winter bundling, she asked, “Am I naughty?”

Carefully keeping my composure, I found out the reason for her question. Bianca had been feeling ‘tingly’ at school, so she found a quiet comfy place during snack time and did what came naturally to her. Another student spotted her, told the teacher, and soon she was sitting before Miss Dormer, who told her that what she’d done was naughty, and that she shouldn’t do naughty things in class, or she might not be allowed to come back. This left my four year old very distressed.

So I explained as best as I could that naughty wasn’t the same as bad. Some naughty things were actually really fun, but if she did them at the wrong time, she could make people upset or uncomfortable. This brought me to the concept of private times, and how it was important that she not let anyone else see her when she made herself happy between her legs.

“Anyone but you,” she said with a cheeky grin. I smiled helplessly.

Private time took some practice. Eventually I had a couple of embarrassing meetings with Miss Dormer, who made it clear that Bianca was normal and far from alone in her precocious behavior, even in her class. But she hoped I could help my daughter understand that she needed to follow rules, and that some things shouldn’t be done in public. I felt lucky, she was so compassionate and understanding.

But it was easier said than done. A few times the following spring, I had to go over to my daughter when we were out at the park, especially when she watched girls playing on the jungle gym. I’d position myself to block her from the view of the other mothers, crouch down, and cover her straying hand with my own, saying, “You should save this for private time, okay, honey?”

Bianca would immediately stop, looking surprised at herself, but when we got home she would invariably want honey loves. I was delighted to provide them, because I knew the waiting would made her especially horny and very responsive. She would go and go until I made her cum twice, with only a brief ticklish pause in between eager demands for her Momma’s loving touch.

There’s something to be said for positive reinforcement, especially when the reward is an orgasm.

Besides, she was getting older and better able to control herself. She turned five that summer, and by the time she reached kindergarten, there were no more issues.

I still had some sleepless nights, worried that my daughter would out us and our forbidden relationship, with just a mistaken word, an emotional blurt. I tried to imagine the repercussions of being found out, but it was so terrible I couldn’t manage. But I suspect she understood the secrecy of what we did, the need for it, without me having to explain it overmuch. What we did to her body together was just as private as what she did alone. As the weeks became months became a year with no signs of trouble, things that once seemed troubling and taboo just came to feel natural. And as I gently taught her and curbed her behavior, she gradually broke down my own inhibitions, one after another. Bianca brought such innocent playfulness to her desires, it was pointless to resist for too long.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By No One

The electric feeling from before was back. Melina’s whole body seemed to be tingling with some sort of erotic energy. It made her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra, and a pleasant warmth was suddenly spreading between her legs. Her cheeks flushed as she felt a little embarrassed by her body’s reaction, but not enough to break the kiss just yet. She was quite satisfied with her decision to go through with it at that moment.

“Wow,” she breathed after the kiss did eventually end—she couldn’t quite tell if it had been seconds or minutes.

“Mmm, yeah,” Abbie purred, breathing out a deep sigh of contentment. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now.”

Melina let out a surprised laugh. “Really? So you’ve been checking me out and thinking about kissing me… You’re full of surprises today.”

“I guess I am,” Abbie agreed, winking at her before leaning in again for another kiss.

This time Melina led the dance and immediately slipped her tongue into her friend’s mouth, making her moan softly. Apparently this kissing business just gets better the more you do it, because this kiss turned out even more exciting and electric than the previous one, something Melina had not thought possible. It did not end until both of them were a little out of breath.

“Holy crap,” Melina murmured afterwards.

“I agree,” Abbie said, and they grinned at each other.

“So… is there anything else you’ve been thinking about me that I should know about?” Melina asked after she had caught her breath a little.

“Well, maybe a few things,” Abbie replied slowly, with a look in her eyes that Melina suspected was pure lust.

Abbie reached out to touch Melina’s belly and began to trace lazy circles on her skin with one finger, making Melina shiver at the sensation. Their lips met once again, without tongue this time, but that might be just as well since Melina didn’t think she could have concentrated on her tongue movement with her friend’s distracting hand roaming over her body. There was a pleasant exhilaration to anticipating the motion of the fingers on her skin. They moved this way and that rather erratically, but seemed to be drifting higher and higher, suspiciously enough.

While Melina had expected Abbie’s hand to finally cup her breast, the actual contact still made her break the kiss with a little cry. She’d fondled her own breasts a bit before in intimate moments, and while that had been pretty nice, the sensation seemed intensified somehow when someone else did it for you. It felt like a little shock that went straight from her hard nipple down to the warmth between her legs, making her whole body twitch and tingle.

“Was that okay?” Abbie asked playfully as her hand came away from Melina’s bra, but not before giving a last flick on her nipple, making her gasp once more.

“Y-yeah, I think so,” Melina said, still a little overwhelmed by the sensation.

Abbie leaned back a little, looking pointedly at Melina’s bra-clad chest. “I think we have another unfair clothing situation here.”

“O-oh, right, I guess so,” Melina said, also glancing down at her chest.

Leaning in close again, Abbie reached around Melina to get at the clasp of her bra. “May I?” she asked with a wink.

Melina swallowed and nodded, sticking to her decision of not overthinking things. She had not been disappointed up to now.

There was a pleasant moment when their bodies pushed together as Abbie pressed close to peer at Melina’s back, depositing a kiss on her neck while she was at it.

“Oh yeah, these things are much easier to undo when you can see what you’re doing,” Abbie commented as she undid the bra, and they both giggled. Sitting back, she took the bra with her as Melina allowed her to pull it off her arms.

Melina felt her cheeks burn as her friend’s eyes devoured her modest breasts, now fully revealed. She had to fight the urge to cover up with her hands.

“Mmm, I love your big boobs,” Abbie said huskily.

Melina snorted at her silliness. “Big? They’re barely any bigger than yours. You’d need like a microscope to tell the difference.”

There was a moment of silence as the analogy was pondered.

“Not sure how a microscope would…” Abbie began.

“Yeah, dunno how that would work,” Melina said at the same time. They both laughed.

“Anyway, my point was… I love these,” Abbie said as she suddenly cupped Melina’s boobs in both hands and gave them a squeeze.

Melina cried out in surprise—and unexpected pleasure. She quickly covered her mouth with one hand, but it was a bit too late for that. She could only hope she hadn’t been too loud.

Abbie was grinning at her. The girl had gone from an embarrassed confession of lesbianism to being a bold and daring temptress in no time at all, Melina thought. Then again, to be fair, she herself had gone from having never thought about girls this way before, to… well, whatever they were doing now.

Glancing at the bedroom door, Melina said: “If we’re going to… do stuff like this, maybe I should put on some music to cover things up.” She didn’t know how far things might go, but she was getting the idea that Abbie was ready for a lot, and she wasn’t sure she wanted her friend to stop either.

“Good idea,” Abbie said, still grinning.

Melina walked over to her laptop, queued up an album she liked, and cranked up the volume to a level she deemed sufficient. Turning back, she saw that Abbie was now lying back on the bed resting on her elbows, admiring her. Not for the first type today, Melina felt a flush of mixed embarrassment and excitement. Abbie still had that rather cocky grin on her lips, too. Maybe it was time to give the girl a taste of her own medicine.

Walking up to the bed, Melina sat down next to her friend. Hesitantly, she laid a hand on Abbie’s flat belly, then slowly caressed her way up until she was cupping the girl’s breast. Abbie let out a sharp gasp, which turned into a moan before long as Melina kept kneading the sensitive flesh, soon adding her left hand into the mix to pleasure her friend’s other breast. 

Moaning louder now, Abbie closed her eyes and let herself fall back on the bed completely. “Mmm, Mel,” she whispered huskily, “that feels so nice.”

It was very weird to hear her name uttered in passion like that. Weird but… arousing. Melina let her hands roam over Abbie’s body, from her neck to her tummy, with of course special attention to her boobs. Though a new experience for her, she soon discovered that giving someone else pleasure in this way could be quite intoxicating. Every movement she made elicited a response in the other girl: a gasp, a moan, a twitch, even a sharp little cry when she tried pinching a nipple—and she loved all of it.

After a moment, she noticed her friend’s hips bucking suggestively. She wondered if Abbie realized she was doing it, or if it was subconscious. Moving one hand from Abbie’s upper body to her thigh, Melina bit her lip, pondering if she dared to give the girl what her body seemed to be demanding. She grinned to herself as she imagined what Abbie’s reaction would be. She figured if they’d already gone this far…

Very slowly, she trailed her fingers up one thigh. Abbie showed no reaction yet, possibly distracted by the other hand playing with her nipple. Finally reaching her friend’s shorts, Melina was out of room to move further upwards. Taking a deep breath, she decided herself and pressed her hand directly between Abbie’s legs, already feeling her warmth through the clothing.

Abbie let out a loud cry that stretched into a moan. Her eyes opened wide and she stared at Melina. Quite the satisfying reaction, indeed. Though now Melina had to wonder if she’d maybe gone a bit too far, judging by Abbie’s shocked expression. Hesitating, she withdrew her hand from her friend’s crotch.

“Don’t stop,” Abbie pleaded urgently. “Please.”

Flashing a shy smile, Melina resumed caressing her best friend’s most intimate place. Alternating between pressing hard and more softly, moving her hand up and down, it seemed to have the desired effect.

“Mmmm, yesss,” Abbie purred, closing her eyes and pushing her hips against Melina’s hand.

She was getting really worked up now. Her moans were louder and louder, and Melina hoped the music was still doing its job. A sheen of sweat now covered the girl’s body, and a strand of her hair was plastered on her forehead. She’s so pretty like that, Melina caught herself thinking. Unsure what to feel about the odd thought, she pushed it away. It wasn’t really the time to ponder this.

“Oh. Mel,” Abbie moaned. Melina was beginning to think she could get used to pretty girls murmuring her name in ecstasy. Her name had certainly never sounded so sexy before.

“Mel,” Abbie repeated more urgently, and Melina realized she wasn’t just moaning her name but actually trying to get her attention.

“Y-yeah?” she said, slowing her caresses.

“Do you think you could…” Abbie hesitated, breathing hard. “You know…” Her hand went down to her shorts and she undid the button as an explanation.

“Oh,” Melina said, eyes going wide at what Abbie was suggesting. That was a big step. Still, she had to admit that, according to her own experimentation over the past year or so, direct contact did feel a lot better. And it was a bit late to turn back now, anyway. Blushing furiously and unable to meet her friend’s gaze, she nodded.

Unzipping Abbie’s shorts revealed white panties. Melina took a deep breath, then slipped her hand under the waistband. Her friend’s smooth sex was wet and hot, and so ready. Even the panties felt soaked against the back of Melina’s hand.

“Wow, you’re so wet,” she said, giggling.

“Shut up.” Abbie laughed bashfully, but her embarrassment seemed immediately forgotten when Melina resumed her caresses, now directly on her sensitive sex.

Her fingers now slick with the girl’s excitement, Melina ran them up and down Abbie’s slit, in and out of the folds of her treasure. It didn’t take long before the sounds of pleasure coming from Abbie intensified. A finger pressed to her clit drew a sharp cry.

“Yes! Mel, yes, right there,” Abbie whispered urgently.

Melina grinned to herself; it didn’t sound like Abbie wanted things to last. She concentrated on the most sensitive spot, making small circles with her fingertips on the girl’s clit. The reaction was immediate: Abbie’s body thrashed wildly, her breath coming in fast as if she had just sprinted a mile. Melina estimated she was very close. This is hot, she thought, already somewhat more comfortable with what she was doing. Something else to think about later.

“Oh, yes, Mel! I’m gonna… I’m…” Abbie’s words were interrupted when her back arched off the bed and her mouth froze open in a silent scream, her eyes screwed tightly shut. She remained fixed in that position for several long seconds, and Melina was rather relieved that Abbie seemed to be having a silent orgasm, because that looked like an ear-shattering scream caught in her throat. The music would probably not have covered that.

Finally, Abbie’s body crashed down onto the bed, like a puppet with its strings cut. She still twitched erratically a little, and seemed to be trying to shy away from the hand still trapped in her panties. Melina got the message, and withdrew her hand from her friend’s now too-sensitive sex.

“Oh… wow… oh my God…” Abbie tried to articulate through her heavy breathing.

Letting the girl catch her breath, Melina contemplated her hand, still slick with Abbie’s juices, unsure what one normally did in such a situation. Looking around, she grabbed a couple tissues off the bedside table and wiped her hand clean-ish.

“Oh my God, Mel, that was amazing,” Abbie said when she had recovered a little. Suddenly sitting up, she took hold of Melina’s head with both hands and planted a long and passionate kiss on her lips.

“Oh. Well, you’re welcome,” Melina said sheepishly afterwards, one hand unconsciously coming up to scratch the back of her head. She was feeling a little out of breath herself.

“I mean it. That was like… just wow. So much better than when I do it to myself.”

“Well, maybe your fingers just aren’t as talented as mine.” Melina winked at the other girl, wiggling said fingers in her face.

“Psh, my fingers are plenty good, I’ll have you know,” Abbie said, poking one of those fingers into Melina’s ribs. “It’s just… different when it’s someone else doing it,” she explained. Looking pointedly down at Melina’s skirt, she slowly ran a finger up her thigh. Melina thought she already knew what the next words would be, and was proven correct when Abbie looked up into her eyes and asked teasingly: “Want me to show you?”

Melina held her friend’s gaze for a moment, feeling her cheeks grow hot once more. Surely she was breaking some sort of blushing record today. She didn’t hesitate very long, though. While this was another huge step that probably shouldn’t be taken lightly, in an afternoon already full of new experiences, the truth was that she was a horny mess at that moment and really needed some release. She’d teased Abbie about her wetness, but she was pretty sure her own panties weren’t entirely dry either.

“O-okay,” she said simply.

Abbie gave her a big smile. “Lie down,” she said softly.

Melina let herself be gently pushed down on the bed. Her skirt was pulled up to reveal her girly pink panties. She thought she might have worn something a bit more mature if she’d known this was going to happen, but Abbie didn’t seem to mind. “Cute,” the girl said with a wink.

Abbie hooked her fingers into the panties’ waistband, and Melina, though apprehensive, lifted her bum off the bed to allow her friend to pull them down her legs. Her sex was now in plain sight, smooth with just a few dark hairs that had recently appeared.

Abbie stared at it in a very embarrassing manner. “Mmm, that’s a pretty pussy,” she commented, and Melina went from embarrassed to mortified.

“Oh, God.” Melina threw her arm across her eyes. It felt like it would be less awkward somehow if she didn’t see anything. She could still hear her friend giggle at her reaction, though.

“Hmm, actually… I want to try something,” Abbie said.

Melina frowned. Try something? She thought getting her “pretty pussy” rubbed by someone else would already be more than enough of a new experience. What did the girl possibly have in mind? She felt her friend shift position on the bed, though she didn’t quite know what she was doing until she felt a warm breath between her legs.

Her eyes opening wide, Melina raised herself up on her elbows to stare at Abbie, who was now lying face-down between her legs.

“What are you—” she began, but her sentence turned into a cry halfway through when she felt her friend’s tongue take a slow, tentative lick across her slit. Melina stared in disbelief. Did Abbie really just put her tongue… there?

“Don’t—” she tried to say, but again the tongue didn’t let her finish, this time pressing deeper into her intimacy. Letting out a loud moan, she let herself fall back down on the bed. 

“Don’t? You sure?” Abbie asked teasingly. When Melina could only whimper in reply, her tongue resumed its ministrations, now more confidently playing with the folds of her sex.

Melina couldn’t believe what was happening. She’d never imagined such a thing. It was so dirty. It felt so amazing. Though it must be pretty gross for Abbie, Melina thought, she quickly gave up any objections when she saw how great it felt. Clearly, a hot wet tongue was better than any fingers.

In fact, Abbie’s tongue seemed to be getting more skilled by the second, teasing every nook and cranny of her treasure with varied motions: sometimes moving in a circle, sometimes up and down; at times slow, other times fast. It was driving Melina crazy with pleasure. She couldn’t quite keep in her moans, and her hips jerked uncontrollably in response to the invading tongue. She clutched the bed sheets in a death grip with one hand, while the other had come up of its own volition to play with her boobs.

When Abbie flicked her clit with her tongue, a loud cry forced its way past Melina’s lips and she had to clamp a hand over her mouth. Giggling, her friend seemingly decided she was going to make her scream as loud as possible, and concentrated her oral assault on her clit. The sensation was almost too intense to bear, waves of pleasure emanating from the sensitive organ and somehow spreading out through her entire body.

Something was building deep within Melina. She’d come to know that feeling pretty well, knew that soon would come that ecstatic explosion. She didn’t think she’d ever reached it so quickly, though. Just a few more seconds now, Abbie’s tongue on her clit would make sure of that. God, Abbie is licking my pussy, she thought, and with that, the orgasm finally crashed into her body. Her consciousness was reduced to a pinpoint of pure pleasure as her body thrashed out of her control. She had considerable trouble focusing on pressing her hand over her mouth as hard as could to avoid alerting her mother—and maybe the whole neighborhood.

She had never felt so good in her whole life.

Afterwards, she remained motionless for a while, simply trying to catch her breath. She felt Abbie move on the bed and sit next to her. Opening one eye, she saw the girl grinning at her, looking mighty proud of herself.

“Holy… holy crap,” Melina managed haltingly.

“That good, huh?” her friend asked, her grin growing even wider.

“That was…” Melina began, then shook her head, unable to find the words. “Where did you learn to do that?” she asked instead.

Abbie smiled sheepishly. “The Internet.”

“What, they have a Wikipedia page about this or something?”

Abbie snorted. “Well, probably but… I meant more like, um, videos.”

It took a moment for Melina’s foggy brain to realize what she was referring to. “What! You looked at porn?” she exclaimed.

“Well, a little,” Abbie admitted bashfully, then she frowned at her friend. “Hey, you’re the one going into skeevy chat rooms, don’t give me crap about this.”

Melina giggled. “I guess. Mom installed a program that blocks dirty sites on my laptop, anyway. It just doesn’t know that chat sites can be dirty.”

“Oh, well there you go, I bet you’d have looked up porn too if it wasn’t blocked!”

“Maybe,” Melina admitted with a grin. Thinking back to what had just happened, she hesitantly added: “But wasn’t it, like, gross? Putting your tongue… there?”

Abbie shrugged. “Nah, it wasn’t bad. Not really a strong taste. I kinda liked it,” she said with a wink.

Suddenly, they heard a voice from the corridor outside the room: “Meli, did you hear me?” Melina’s mom sounded like she was at the top of the stairs.

They looked at each other in panic for a moment, eyes wide, then scrambled to get dressed. Luckily, Abbie was still wearing her shorts, and Melina her skirt—even though there was nothing underneath. Kicking her discarded panties under the bed, Melina grabbed the first shirt she could get her hands on from the wardrobe. “Err, hold on!” she called out as she pulled the shirt over her head.

When she was somewhat presentable, she glanced at Abbie to make sure her friend also had her shirt back on, then—hoping she didn’t look like someone who’d just had sex—opened the door and came face to face with her mother, who seemed like she’d been about to turn the doorknob herself.

“Oh, err, what was that? Didn’t hear you ’cause of the music,” Melina said, trying her best not to sound guilty.

“Yes, that’s pretty loud, honey,” her mother said, frowning.

“Sorry.” Melina motioned for Abbie to turn it off.

“I said that dinner is ready,” her mom repeated once quiet had returned.

“Oh, okay, I’ll be right down.”

“All right.” Her mother glanced from one of them to the other, looking a little suspicious. Her eyes gazed around the room, then she shrugged and went back downstairs.

They exchanged a look of relief, and Melina let out a long sigh.

“Well, that was close. You think she heard anything?” she whispered.

“Hmm, you were pretty loud,” Abbie said with a satisfied smile, “but I think it was probably okay.”

Melina blushed a little. “I hope so. We gotta be more careful next time.”

Abbie grinned. “Next time?”

“Oh um, well err…” Melina stammered. She had not really considered what she was saying. “Um, we’ll see,” she finally said.

“Okay,” Abbie agreed, though her smile faded a little.

“Anyway, I should, um…” Melina said awkwardly, gesturing towards the door and stairs.

“Yeah, sure.”

They made their way down the stairs and into the lobby.

“Well, I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” Melina said.

“Yeah, see ya,” Abbie said, then brushed her hand softly against Melina’s. They exchanged hesitant smiles before Abbie opened the door and left.

Left alone, Melina sighed. That was kinda awkward, she thought. Are things gonna be weird now? She wasn’t sure where their relationship stood exactly anymore.

* * *

Later that night, Melina kept twisting and turning in her bed, unable to sleep. The events of that afternoon kept going through her mind. There was so much to think about.

She’d had sex for the first time today. Maybe. Did what they did really count as sex? Probably not, she thought, but she wasn’t sure what to call it. Maybe she was a virgin until she did it for real with a boy.

In any case, though, the point was that she had her first sexual experience with someone else. And that someone else was her best friend. A girl. That took some effort to wrap her mind around. She couldn’t deny that the experience had been enjoyable. More than that: pretty amazing even. Did that mean she was turning into a lesbian?

An image of Abbie, topless, sweaty, and writhing on her bed, flashed in her mind. Melina had to admit to herself that it was a rather sexy sight. It gave her a funny feeling in her stomach even now, maybe even a little heat between her legs. Shaking her head, she pushed the image from her mind.

Instead, she pictured Noah, a boy in her class that she had maybe a little bit of a crush on. He still seemed like a total cutie to her at that moment. What was that other word? “Bisexual?” Is that what was happening? She tried to picture some of the other girls in her class: redhead Alicia, who was friends with her and Abbie; little mousy Sara the gymnastics champion; stupid Ashley with her dumb huge boobs who could easily pass for 16 and it was so unfair. None of them really made her feel anything. Maybe if I saw them having an orgasm, she thought, and giggled.

Giving up on penetrating the mysteries of her attractions, her thoughts turned to the future. Would she fool around with Abbie again? Her friend certainly seemed to want to. Thinking about how good it had felt, Melina thought that she might, too. An image of Abbie down between her legs flashed in her wandering mind, and she again felt a flush of heat in her panties. She couldn’t forget the girl’s tongue on her sex.

What would it mean for their friendship, though? She loved Abbie dearly, as a friend. Would things change between them? If they started fooling around, did that mean that Abbie was her girlfriend? Was a lover just a best friend you have sex with? She sighed, confused. Maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe labels weren’t so important as long as they were happy.

All this thinking about what had happened between them was getting her in a bit of a state. She slipped a hand under the t-shirt she wore to bed, moved across her belly, and paused at the hem of her panties. She wanted some release. Was it weird to masturbate thinking about your best friend? She decided she didn’t care and slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties, into the hot, slick folds of her treasure.

“Mmm,” she sighed contentedly, as the doubts and questions in her mind were replaced with pure pleasure. She began teasing her sex with her fingers, slowly moving up and down her slit.

A sudden noise next to her made her jump and yank her hand out of her panties, before she realized it was only her phone vibrating on the nightstand. She shook her head, laughing at herself, though a bit annoyed at having been interrupted. Picking up the device, she unlocked the screen and saw that she’d received a text message from Abbie.

Are we cool? it said, followed by a sad face.

Poor Abbie had probably been having doubts similar to hers. Maybe not about her sexuality, but certainly worries about their friendship. Whatever changed between them, one thing Melina was sure of was that they would remain friends.

We’re cool, she replied, with a happy face.

Good, came the reply a few seconds later, with a smiley face of her own.

Melina nodded to herself, glad that they’d at least cleared that up. She was considering resuming her previous activity when the phone again rumbled in her hand.

…cuz I just came thinking about you, it said, followed by a complex series of emojis, including a wink, a blush, shifty eyes, a heart, and a sweat drop.

Melina goggled at the text. Holy crap, that girl, she thought. What do you say to something like that? It looked like Abbie’s thoughts had indeed been really similar to her own tonight. Thinking about her friend in bed, rubbing herself, made the warmth between her own thighs burn hotter. She wasn’t quite ready to admit something like that to the other girl, though.

With hands that were trembling a little, she typed out a tamer reply: lol hope you had fun.

Not as great as when you do it to me, but pretty good, Abbie sent out after a moment. Melina giggled and sent her a wink. She wasn’t really comfortable enough to flirt or comment further just yet.

Putting the phone down on her nightstand, she immediately slipped her hand right back into her panties. She found she was even wetter than before and shook her head at herself. That didn’t stop her from putting her fingers back to work, though, on the contrary.

She sighed deeply as she began tracing a slow circle. Sexy images popped and shifted in her mind. Abbie in her own bed, doing the same thing that she was. Then she was with Abbie, and it was her fingers inside her friend’s panties, making her gasp and moan. Then the roles were reversed and she imagined it was the other girl’s fingers she was feeling between her legs. Fantasy-Abbie wasn’t satisfied with that for long, though, and she yanked off the panties to use her mouth instead. That was an especially nice thought, and Melina teased her clit with a finger, fantasizing that it was her friend’s tongue instead. It was not as good, but still did the job.

Small moans escaped her lips, though she tried to be quiet. Flipping over on the bed to lie on her belly, she buried her face into her pillow. She began moving her hips to mash her sex into the hand still trapped in her panties, savoring the jolt of pleasure on each thrust. She knew she was getting very close now.

She wondered what it would be like to do to Abbie what the girl had done to her, with her tongue. In this position, she imagined she was lying between her friend’s legs, her face inches from Abbie’s treasure. In her mind, she was leaning forward, kissing it, slipping her tongue between its folds. It seemed so dirty, but at the same time so hot and sexy.

Finally, the pleasure that had been building up inside her crested, and loud moans were muffled by her pillow as the waves of her orgasm took her. Her body tensed for long, intense seconds, then relaxed, leaving her drained and sweaty, but extremely satisfied.

Her mind at peace, she had no more trouble quickly falling asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By eloquent delinquent

I turn the cart and start heading toward the back corner of the market, maneuvering around all the shoppers and their baskets. I’m not thinking of my list any more. There’s only one thing on my mind right now, and she’s lovingly regarding me from her seat, looking so innocent, with nothing on under her skirt except the delectable sheen of a fresh cummie.

The store’s getting more crowded now, and I worry about my plan. What if my target isn’t available? I’m so primed right now, I probably want it worse than Bianca did this morning, and look what she did to get it. If I get shut out of my chosen spot, I recklessly imagine myself hoisting my six year old daughter onto the checkout counter, crouching down, throwing her legs over my shoulders, and frenziedly devouring her delectable pussy and asshole right in front of the stunned (and inevitably cute) teenage cashier.

Holy fuck I get so insane when I’m horny! No wonder I was so afraid of myself, so freaked out, after that first time. Back then I thought, surely mothers couldn’t feel this way about their daughters. I’d done some perverted stuff in my life, but incest? That was certainly wrong, that would do damage.

I couldn’t even approach the thought of what had happened on the changing table, of how much I’d liked it, without feeling atrocious. Mothers couldn’t do this, couldn’t feel like this, could they? How could they stand it? It would wreck their children, to be touched like that, to be fondled. Or, let’s face it, masturbated. Otherwise, why was it so forbidden? What would my daughter think of me, now that I’d done those things to her?

My answer came a couple of wretched days later. I was a mess, and Bianca was getting more cranky and emotional by the hour. I chalked it up to my sexual abuse. Afternoon changing time was upon us, another breathless, stiff-necked moment when I tried as best as I could to ignore my daughter’s body while tending to it. Another session of enduring her apprehensive watchfulness, hands up to her shoulders, like she was waiting to see if I would turn back into the monster who had molested her. As I marched her into her room, she kept looking back at me over her shoulder, and when we got in there she stood a bit away from me, by the bed.

“Come on Bon-Bon, get up there,” I told her.

Looking at me intently, she bent and pushed down her sweat pants and trainers, awkwardly stepping out of them and standing to one side, as if proving to me she could do it herself. Then she reached down, took the hem of her little sweatshirt, and peeled it up off over her head, dropping it in a pile on top of the trainers. She stood there naked except for her socks and met my eye again. My breath caught, I felt myself blushing furiously, my panties were instantly soaked.

She crossed past me, close enough that I could smell her sweet body, and climbed up onto the changing table, turning and lying on her back. It was like my daughter was in complete control now, and I obediently took my usual place by the end of the table, looking at her nude body, flustered. I saw the same bright pinkness between her legs I’d seen before. Her tiny nipples were hard. She gently squirmed, getting comfy. I cleared my throat, struggling for composure, and absently reached for a wipe.

Bianca raised her legs and spread them at the same time, tipping her hips up, up. She reached up and held her ankles just above her ruffled white socks, crossing them above her smooth chest. She glanced down between her legs, drawing my gaze to where I was trying so hard to avoid, and I could see her pretty, tiny pussy and butt hole turned up to me, displayed for me. I stared, trembling, my mouth filled with spit. Then, shaking myself, I looked back up to my daughter’s face.

She was looking at me steadily, thoughtfully. She shifted again, and her slit winked open to reveal the glistening softness inside. Her eyebrows lifted candidly, and she asked, “Honey, Momma?”

Any pretension of my resistance dissolved right then. With an almost desperate whine, I closed my hands around her warm, plump thighs, and watched as my own thumbs nearly met at the edges of her dainty slit, and began to caress her, up and down.

“Like that, baby? You want Momma to rub your pretty little bonbon like that? Do you want the lovey touches from Momma, honey? Does that make you feel so pretty?”

Smiling hugely, she cooed and rolled her hips against my teasing fingers in a very unchildlike fashion. I used my thumbs to part her lips and expose the unimaginably sweet blossom of her excited little pussy. She gasped.

“Ohh, you make Momma feel so naughty… So naughty, and so happy touching you honey, Momma likes to see you have the pretty feelings… you want Momma to be naughty to her good little girl, honey, to touch you?”

“Momma touch my honey!” Bianca exclaimed.

I made her say it. I couldn’t contain my elation. Suddenly, I gained a new perspective on her behavior. She wasn’t upset because I’d sexually fondled her – she was upset because I hadn’t done it again! But now Momma was making her happy like before, and she was all peaches and cream. My mind was reeling, I kept thinking, she wants it too! And, it’s love it’s just love she doesn’t know any better it feels just like love… And, I’m a terrible mother but I just can’t help it it’s so strange but it’s so beautiful…

The pad of my right thumb slipped into those parted lips, pressed into the hot, moist softness of her folds, while my left stole lower, into her little butt crack, and nestled against her firm little anus. And as I started moving both thumbs in lulling circles, I looked into the face of my little girl and she looked at me and her face became dreamy and joyous and it seemed like every sensation that I gave her pulsed wetly into her body, raced up her spine, and glittered in her grateful, half-lidded brown eyes.

“Oh yes honey that’s it, that’s Momma’s pretty girl, you like that naughty touching don’t you, yeah let Momma give it to you honey, Momma wants to make her little baby feel sooo good…”

“Nnn not… hmh, not a baby, momma…” she insisted, sighing, as her suspended legs began to gently, rhythmically pump.

“No, honey, you’re a big pretty girl and you know how to play like big girls do, like Momma plays with you, rubbing your naughty pretty places and having big girl feelings, yeah like that honey like that…”

I was amazed by how strong her reactions were, how early her sexual instincts could come into play. I always thought I was a freak, feeling the way I did as a little girl. But I started to think maybe lots of girls were like this, if they were left free to explore. Or maybe it was just something passed along from my genes. Either way, her arousal amplified mine and made me so horny I could only surrender to it.

Bianca’s pussy was slippery as my thumb glided along her buttery folds. I licked my other thumb and returned it to my daughter’s anus, making it slide as smoothly as the other. She wiggled, breathing hard, getting more and more wound up.

“ooo mmm momma ahhh… ohhh bibi, bibi honey momma….”

‘Bibi’ was the word we used for her asshole when she potty trained. Apparently she really enjoyed the sensations I was giving her there. Naughty baby girl, I thought, and gushed about half an orgasm into my panties.

Remembering the taste I’d had before, I lifted my thumb off her increasingly lubricated quim, causing her to whimper in frustration. Much more deliberately than before, I placed the moistened pad of my thumb between my parted lips, and slowly licked Bianca’s wetness off of it while I inhaled. The subtle flavor of her immature pussy blossomed in my mouth. I could sense the tartness of her pee, but more present was a lighter, earthier flavor, almost nutty, and I groaned knowing I was tasting her excitement.

Bianca lifted her head and looked at me almost crossly. She scooched her butt so that I rubbed her pucker more firmly, and spread her legs wider for me, whining, “Honey, honey…”

My daughter’s sexual urgency only turned me on more. Almost mindlessly I pumped a generous amount of baby lotion into my free palm. When I removed my other thumb from her butt hole she looked positively betrayed. But as I slathered my hands together I leaned forward, almost at her eye level, and told her, “Don’t worry honey Momma’s gonna make it all better. I’m gonna give you my special love, honey, something only naughty Mommas give to their pretty, naughty girls. You want that, honey, you want Momma’s special love?”

Her expression was halfway between pleading and demanding. “Uh, uh,” she grunted, flexing her little butt. It was all the response she could manage, and all I needed.

I reached out and closed my warm, oily hands over the silky flesh of her legs. With a firm touch I opened them wide as I squeezed and rubbed until her knees were poised to the side of her chubby hips. I ran my hands up the exposed backs of her thighs, over her butt, thumbs grazing her privates, and out around her hips. Then with both hands flat and covering most of her torso, I caressed my three year old’s soft nude body deeply and thoroughly, tummy and waist, chest and pointy nipples, sides and underarms, shoulders and throat, her beautiful skin sliding beneath my palms and fingertips.

Bianca’s eyes got languid and her head lowered to the table with a long happy sigh. I’d massaged her before, but with her arousal and the sensuality of my touch, the sensations she felt were completely different. Soon she was breathing deep, pumping her hips, gently twisting. Between the lotion and her heat, my little girl’s body seemed to glow.

I watched her reaction avidly, loving the feeling of her writhing under my hands. I glanced down, and just beneath my chin was her excited sex, subtly squirming just like the rest of her. Beneath the clean scent of the lotion, I could smell her. I couldn’t resist any more.

Breathlessly I told her, “Momma loves you, honey,” and then I opened my mouth and covered her smooth, tiny slit.

Bianca gasped sharply when my hot wet tongue wiped her pussy for the first time. My response was almost as strong, the flavor of my daughter’s sweet juicy cunt translating as pleasure in my mouth. Her thighs clamped my cheeks, knees at my ears. I stroked her legs, kept rubbing, kept licking. She kept gasping, her hips jerking with each swipe of my tongue, but soon those gasps were sprinkled with breathy giggles, groans and coos, and her legs relaxed into complete, trusting surrender to the delight she experienced.

We were both joined by bliss. The taste of Bianca was more gratifying than any pussy I’d ever had, and I got a rush with each new little pulse of fluid that emerged from her. She was so tiny that I didn’t have to adjust in order to lick her tender, delectable little asshole. I only had to open my mouth wider. She made new, grunting noises when I ground the tip of my tongue against her anal bud, and I knew she loved it. I let my tongue roam and race over her excited intimate parts, practically drooling on her.

I stroked her gorgeous, plump body all the while, but I got one hand free and brought it under the table, awkwardly unbuttoning my jeans. In my squatting position, out of her sight, I forced them and my panties down to my knees, spread my thighs as best as I could, and sank my fingers into my own swollen pussy. The baby lotion was slick and soothing but I was already plenty wet. It was like I couldn’t masturbate fast enough, strumming and fucking myself in a frenzy of lustful relief.

I started to moan into her pelvis while I lapped at her, and she replied to each one with her own girlish “Ah! Ah! Ah!” It was so hot and so cute, and our combined sounds nearly concealed the slick noises coming from under the table.

With my hand on her tummy I could feel the twitches and shudders my pleasuring tongue was giving her. So when she started to tense up, her back arching, I knew she was close to climax. I drew the flat of my tongue firmly over her yielding quim, probing with the tip until I uncovered the firm hot bead of her little clit. I began to flick it, and she immediately stiffened and her sighs pitched up into piping little cries, unspeakably excited.

I sped up, breathing hard, licking passionately, while down below I was pounding my sloppy pussy, three fingers plunging deep while my palm slapped wetly against my own swollen love button.

Bianca’s legs tightened and her body curled up around my massaging hand as she came into my mouth. I glanced up and saw her pink face scrunched up in an agony of joy. I felt every shiver and spasm in my daughter’s pussy on my tongue. Maybe it was because I was so close, but this time her girl-gasm seemed bigger, more physical. I entertained the thought that it was her Momma’s tongue that had made her cum harder.

That thought made me dizzy, Bianca’s satisfaction left me to concentrate on my own. All I really needed to do was to look at my daughter’s face in the throes of her delicious orgasm, to feel the sensations of my own fevered masturbation, and then imagine what we felt was the same, the same. My own orgasm rushed up and overwhelmed my cunt, my body, all of me, powerfully and with almost no warning.

“Oh honey! Oh honey, oh fuck,” I gasped, found myself panting onto her smooth, sopping, quivering crotch, “uuuuhhn, it’s so good, so nnn! So, so good honey, Momma has the feelings just like her naughty little girl, our pretty pussies, fuck, so naughty honey, so pretty…”

The words just gushed out of me during my climax, uncontrollable, the same way my vaginal fluid squirted against my palm. As those deep, perfect jolts of ecstasy trailed off, so did my babbling.

Through my messy hair, I saw Bianca looking down at my face with the most angelic little smile on her face. In her innocent expression was her contentment, her gratitude for my touch, her amusement at my fervent self-pleasure, and her happiness that I’d found the peak of my own delight.

You might say she was too young to have such a complex response. I’d tell you that our similar nature, and what we’d just shared, left us with a special bond. I know what I saw, and what’s happened since makes me certain that I was right.

I smiled back at her, only mine was an open-mouthed, goofy smile of delirious abandon. The sexual perversion I’d craved all these years, I’d just satisfied with my three year old daughter. And I’d done it because she wanted me to, practically demanded it. It was my most forbidden fantasy coming true right in my own apartment. Our eye contact went on and on, feeding the affection we felt.

Then, out of pure thankfulness, I held her gaze as I lowered my head to her magical little sex and wrapped my lips around her labia in a caressingly tender kiss.

Bianca’s eyes shot open. She squealed, shimmying her hips away from my loving mouth, shivering with sudden screeching giggles, going, “No no no no no no!”

I pulled back a little and chuckled at her supremely ticklish response. Her body settled, but her laughter carried on, more amused now, and as I straightened up and withdrew my dripping hand from between my legs, she started rocking her naked body a little from side to side and happily sing-songing, “Momma Momma Momma…”

I watched her little celebration of our playtime, grinning. I brought my freshly fucked fingers to my nose and lazily sniffed my tangy scent while I reached down with my free hand to stroke Bianca’s supple body. I imagine the scene we made, the nude and ecstatic toddler, and me, standing at the end of the changing table with my pants wrapped around my knees.

That day never left me. It’s on my mind now, even as I shoulder my purse, take Bianca’s coat out of her lap and drape it over my right arm. I’ve got the cart parked near the bulk food canisters against the side wall of the store, near the hallway leading back into the restrooms.

My daughter cranes around to look at that hallway, then back at me with a fresh excitement on her face. She gets it, the naughty scamp.

I crouch down and extend my left arm, “Come on, honey.”

She puts out both her arms and wraps them around my neck, playfully whispering, “Okay, honey.”

I smirk as I lift her from the cart, her boots hooking on the rail until she kicks them free. When she wraps her little legs around my waist, her green tartan dress rides up as she snuggles in. I cup her bare smooth hip in my left hand, her plush little ass resting on my wrist. I feel the heat and wetness of her six-year old puss through the waist of my thin sweater, and I know it’ll leave a spot, but I don’t care anymore.

Maybe it’s just my horniness talking, but it’s clear to me now that what’s happening in this supermarket is just the next step in the incestuous relationship between Bianca and I. There’s something of a pattern to it – I’ll swear there’s some limit to how perverted I’ll let myself become, then Bon-Bon will innocently and adorably express her desire to go past my limit. I’ll waffle for a while, then I’ll imagine how hot it might be, and how beautiful my daughter will look as I pleasure her in a new way, and I’ll be so lust-addled I’ll just give in like the slut that I am.

Continue on to Chapter 5