Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Sunnybunny

The words hung heavy in the air between them, ringing out like the gong of a church bell. The confined space seemed to amplify the noise tenfold…or maybe that was Heather’s imagination. It was the second knockout blow dealt to her in just a matter of minutes. She was reeling away, still clutching the blankets against her body until she found the wall behind her. Every time the puzzle seemed to be taking shape, some great tornado of words swept it away, and Heather was forced to start solving it again from the beginning.

The money had never been missing. That much was certain. Angie had known from the start what had become of it. She might not have taken it herself, but she was certainly an accessory to the crime. Perhaps Angie’s father had sent her to scope out the new girl rolling into town for valuables. That revelation alone opened so many new conspiratorial doors in her head. How many times had father and daughter pulled off such a scheme? Were there countless travelers passing through Oasis who later realized that their luggage had been pilfered?

Then something else occurred to Heather, something that made her skin crawl. Had Angie’s father concocted their romance as a tool for blackmail in case their ploy was discovered?

She and Angie had gone to bed together now. There was no taking it back. If she went to the police and exposed the girl and her father, she’d be implicated herself for sex with a minor. All her running, all her careful planning… it would all have been for nothing.

Angie wiped at her cheeks roughly with both hands. It was a futile gesture; more tears just took their place. She saw a lull in the shouting and plowed ahead, speaking passionately, desperate to get everything out.

“My dad did it…” she repeated, quieter now. “He sent me over to check you out, see if you looked like you had any money.” She pronounced ‘money’ as if it were spelled ‘munny’. “But I lied and said you didn’t, and that’s the truth!” She held up a hand as if swearing on a Bible before a court of law. Honest Injun. “But he didn’t believe me and snuck out anyway. He come back home later that night, just happy as can be with that funny li’l bag of yours.” Her accent was getting more pronounced as she spoke, but by then, Angie hardly cared. It was now or never, and she feared that her sobs would return in full force soon, and Heather…she deserved to hear the truth.

“He danced ‘round our livin’ room like a drunk fool, ‘til he fell over and all these big bills come fallin’ out.” The images came flooding back to her. In an instant she relived the evening with her father, seeing him carrying on with the bag held up over his head like a prized trophy until he slipped on the rug and it all came tumbling out. He wasn’t mad, despite his twisted ankle. If anything, it only made him laugh all the harder.

Angie omitted a few other details from that evening, sparing Heather how he had pulled her down into the bills, stripped her naked and fucked her hard atop the little mound of stolen money, until her back was a mess of bruises and paper cuts and rug burns. She didn’t tell Heather about how after he hastily gathered it all back up and stowed it in the back closet for safekeeping, until the time was right and “that bitch leaves town,” or how he’d snatched up a kitchen knife, held it under Angie’s chin and issued a dire warning for her not to tell a soul about what he’d found.

Found.

That was the word he used. Not ‘taken,’ or ‘stolen,’ or even a fancy one like ‘purloined,’ but ‘found’. Like he’d been walking along the street and was lucky enough to pluck a five or ten dollar bill out of the gutter. She remembered settling back on the couch and watching her father work about the house, his fat gut wobbling over the band of his boxer shorts — hiding the bag in one place, then deciding it wasn’t secure enough and moving it to another. It started behind the sofa, then underneath it, then got whisked away to the little cabinet beneath the sink, where he spent a few minutes organizing the different cleaning and insecticide products around it like camouflage before giving up. He tried the broiler beneath the stove (they never used it, in fact Angie suspected her father didn’t even know what it was for) but the bag was too tall for the door to close.

As the evening wore on, the man steadily grew more agitated. He had to open the shop the next morning, and all this money was making him paranoid.

“S’pose I don’t come into work, and people get suspicious where I been?” He bellowed. “Or if the sheriff come on by to check up on me? That son of a bitch’ll rob me blind, just you wait and see if he don’t!” The irony of these fears never once dawned on him. In the end, the money was sequestered away in the hall closet, beneath a pile of Christmas decorations that hadn’t been used since her mother left.

No, Angie didn’t tell Heather any of that. Instead, she said, “It didn’t sit right with me, what he done to you, specially since I come to like you a whole lot. I knew I couldn’t let him get away with it. So I waited ‘til he got passed-out drunk a few nights later and stole the money right back, then I hid it in a secret place that no one knows anything about. He ain’t checked in the closet, not since that night. I think he’s too scared to ‘til he’s sure you left town. He rants about it sometimes, and I get s-so scared he’ll go drag it out just to look at it or somethin’ and…” She trailed off, unconsciously touching a hand to her throat where a sharp, stainless steel threat had been issued.

Heather slid her way down the length of wall until she was resting in a heap of blankets on the floor across from Angie, listening to her harrowing tale. She knew that Angie had risked everything for her, sensing that there were much uglier details to the story than the girl had been willing to share.

Her hands raked anxiously through her hair as she fought to make sense of the jigsaw puzzle of information that Angie had suddenly thrust into her hands. She so desperately wanted to believe the girl. Wanted it so badly that it was a physical ache in a heart that had already weathered too many crushing blows. She could stand it no longer and, her head buried into her raised knees, Heather broke down and began to sob.

She cried for a good long while. She cried for herself and the miserable situation her life had sunk into, where theft and forbidden love affairs and threats on her life all seemed to go hand in hand. She cried for Angie, God help her. She cried for the catalyst of all these woes, and cried harder still for not being able to hate her for it.

When Heather found the courage to look up again, she was surprised to see that the naked child was curled up into a tight ball on the floor, shuddering with racking sobs of her own. Angie looked so small, impossibly so. The girl’s bare shoulders shivered with the strain of weeping. She was so thin that Heather could make out her sharp shoulder blades, count the bumps of her spine.

Heather imagined a vast desert, great dunes of sand brazenly rising to meet the scorching sun. The middle distance was obscured by a haze of heat and the horizon swayed like a drunkard. In the middle of this waste was a single desert cactus flower, peeking up through the grain and grit of the valley, its petals defiant and dazzling with bright primary colors.

In her mind’s eye, Heather was lost amongst it all, buried up to the neck in the harsh wilderness, on the verge of sinking further still if she gave into the despair that had plagued her since fleeing Richie Valentine’s estate. She’d convinced herself that a new life awaited her out west. A fresh start with only a few miles and forged identification documents standing in her way. Heather had managed to convince herself that once she crossed these hurdles, all would be well for her. She would focus on herself, get her life together, be happy again.

And now look at me, she thought. On the floor of a crappy motel room in the middle of nowhere, in love with a ten-year-old girl. Staring at the sobbing child, she made a decision.

Working both arms free from the blankets, Heather set to crossing the room’s expanse, crawling toward that precious little flower. When she reached Angie, Heather scooped that rose up in her arms and cradled the sniffling child, shading her against the merciless sun.

Angie looked up questioningly only for a moment, her face a mess of tears and snot and sweat, then threw both arms around Heather’s neck and burst into fresh tears. Angie had seen all she’d needed to in the older woman’s face.

Heather gently rocked Angie gently in her arms, whispering sweet words into the crown of the girl’s head. “It’s okay. Oh, Angie, I’m so sorry. So goddamn sorry I hurt you.”

Angie hung on fiercely, pressing her fingers into Heather until the knuckles turned white.

In all the chaos, this was the only thing that felt right to them. Their one haven from the gathering storm. Once again Heather found herself marveling at how well their nude bodies seemed to fit together, how they melted into one another, until they felt as one warm, happy whole. She wondered what Mama Maven would say about a connection as powerful as this. The reply she got seemed to issue from all around, as if the woman were whispering in some unseen corner of the room:

Oh, child. Something this awesome could only be guided by some divine force, and I don’t mean ‘awesome’ like you young people say it. I’m talking about ‘awesome’ in the Biblical sense. The kind that Job and Paul and John felt. Something so great that you and I can only marvel at it in our limited comprehension. Do you understand?

Heather nodded into Angie’s angel-soft hair. The girl smelled of cheap shampoo, sweat and stale cigarettes. The words bubbled up in her throat and tauntingly danced on the tip of her tongue, then in a rush of breath, she confessed her own long held secret. “I love you, Angie.”

The girl stopped trembling in her arms, then she slowly lifted herself out of Heather’s embrace to meet her eyes anew. There, swimming in tears and ruddy cheeks, Heather saw so much adoration that it made her heart ache. “I love you too, Heather.”

Once started, neither could stop, and they repeated it to one another again and again, until their mouths met in another desperate embrace.

“I’ve always loved you, Angie! From the very first moment I laid my hands on you!”

“Heather, oh God, I love you so much! I think… I think I loved you even before I knew you! Does that even make sense?”

“No, but this does…”

They tumbled to the floor together, still embraced. Heather practically dragged the little girl over to the pile of bedding. The mattress had been stripped bare, the pillows, sheets and blanket in a heap on the floor and the two lovers lost themselves within them.

In a stark contrast to their first time, they ground their bodies together in a frenzy. More than once their teeth clicked together painfully as they kissed. Each time, it made them break apart, giggling before attacking each other’s mouth again.

Heather’s fingers laced through Angie’s hair, locking the youth in a desperate embrace. Angie’s small hands groped at every inch of Heather, unable to decide where they wanted to be. At first it was the small of her back, then they sought out the firm roundness of the woman’s buttocks. She moaned eagerly as her fingers fanned out around the exposed flesh, cupping the shapely ass before flying back up to grasp at Heather’s breasts.

The woman gasped, finding both pain and pleasure in Angie’s rough fondling. Taking hold of the girl, she eased her back until she had the child pinned down on their improvised bed. She peppered Angie’s neck with fresh kisses, nibbling at her neck and earlobe until she coaxed fresh mewling from the girl’s sweet lips.

“Oh, Heather, please don’t tease me,” Angie breathed, arching her hips spasmodically. “I need you so bad!” She fought against her light restraints, wanting nothing more than to press her naked flesh into Heather’s.

Heather adjusted her grip and took one of Angie’s hands. “Here, sweetheart,” she cooed, pressing that hand between her legs, letting the girl touch her arousal. “Can you feel that?” Her voice became a shudder, barely above a whisper; a secret nearly lost in the heaving breath and whisper of sheets. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

The girl’s fingers were clumsy at first, more experienced with handling a man’s unruly soldier than the tender flower of a woman. Heather still had much to teach Angie about how two women made love.

“Here, slow down,” she whispered. “Touch me here. Yes, here… now move with me.” She guided the girl’s small fingers over her own sex until she was shuddering with each pass over the firm nub of her clit. Their fingers quickly became drenched in the dew of her arousal. Finally, when she was certain Angie had the rhythm down, she withdrew her hand.

Now Angie was splayed on her back with Heather kneeling beside her. Heather looked down the length of her own body, gasping at the lascivious sight of Angie’s tight, boyish body laid out before her, tanned all over with the little knots of her nipples hardened into points. Heather’s eyes trailed lower still, following the line of hip bones to those long and very brown legs. Angie’s peach glistened in the light of the room, looking so slick and supple and inviting. A forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.

Heather had never been so tempted by anything in her life. This girl and her prepubescent body, so smooth and flawless, on the cusp of womanhood… Heather had already taken her first bite, and if she was damned for it, why not have another?

“I’m going to touch you now, Angie,” Heather intoned, feeling a touch of déjà vu before she reached out to gently stroke the girl. Angie stiffened at her lover’s caress, momentarily losing the rhythm she’d been applying to Heather’s sex, but quickly recovered it.

Heather smiled patiently, rocking her hips with the motion of the child’s hand as she hummed with delight. “Oh, that feels so nice. You’re doing such a good job, Angie. Please don’t stop.”

The sigh that followed from Angie wasn’t from relief or pleasure, but a deliberate effort to regain composure. It was so easy for her to lose control in the heat of the moment, with emotions running so high.

Heather’s fingers came away trailing threads of the girl’s arousal, and she suckled them between her lips. She moaned again at the familiar taste, more intoxicating than the strongest alcohol she’d ever had. Nothing compared to Angie in her eyes. Nothing in the world could equal this beautiful child. She’d been a fool for fighting her desire for so long.

“Oh, Heather, I’m so close!”

“I know. I am too, Angie, I’m so close. Let’s try to c-come together, okay?”

The girl nodded her sweat-glazed forehead into the sheets, pursing her lips so tightly they became a white line. She was fighting so hard to wait for Heather that she trembled with the effort. The sight of Angie’s struggle was adorable and endearing and very, very erotic. It helped to drive Heather over the edge and explode in another electric orgasm.

Angie found her own release a heartbeat later, and the two cried out their pent-up desires as one, brazen voice. It echoed in the small room, amplified somehow into a cacophony better fitting a small orgy than the lovemaking of two youths. The heights they reached were staggering, peaking far higher than either ever felt or even thought possible. Heather felt as if they might smash through the roof together, shouting defiantly to the heavens and yet… for something so powerful, the coming down was amazingly gentle.

The young lovers settled easily into each other’s arms, panting and staring at one another from inches apart. So much needed to be said, would have been said if they could only catch their breath. If only they weren’t so drained. So instead of talking, they drifted into an easy sleep.

Neither dreamed.

On to Chapter Thirteen!

by Misty Meadow

I see Audrey in the cafeteria and carry my tray over to her table. Her face lights up when she sees me.

A couple of her friends try to join us, but she waves them off. They look at us contemptuously. “Fucking paedo!” one of them mutters.

“Cradle snatcher!” sneers the other.

“Don’t let them bother you, Misty,” she says, “they’re just jealous.”

“Mum thought you might want to sleepover at our house tonight,” I tell her. “Please come! It’ll be awesome to spend the night with you.”

Audrey looks like she’s just won the lottery. “Oh, wow, yes! Let me call my mum.” Stepping away from the table, she makes the call, talks for a moment and hangs up, grinning. “It’s fine. She met your mum last night when she drove me home and really seemed to like her.” (If only she knew!) “It’s not a school day tomorrow, so we can stay up late.”

“Mum says we can use her big double bed and she’ll sleep in mine. She can’t wait to see you again.”

We chatter away, making girl talk, getting to know each other, hardly pausing to eat until it’s time to go back to class. “Mum will pick us up at the gate again,” I tell her.

Waiting with her as school lets out, she opens her backpack. “Look,” she says, spreading it open. I see a pair of neatly folded white panties.

“Oh, my God! You’ve got no knickers on!”

“Clearly. Here’s what happened. Our last period was gym, and as usual, when we were changing, I waited until Miss Jackson was looking my way and peeled my leotard down and stood there, naked, like I was thinking about something, though I knew she was staring at me. I even rubbed my cunt for a bit, like I had an itch down there.

“I put on my bra, then sat with my legs spread as I slowly put my socks on, one at a time, giving her a really good look. Then I put my dress on, and turned to leave. ‘Audrey’, she called, ‘you’ve forgotten these.” She held out my knickers and I said, “Oh, silly me. Thank you, Miss Jackson.” I stuffed them in my backpack and walked out. I wonder what she thought, and if she pictured me riding home on the school bus with no knickers. It was awesome.”

“You’re just like me, Audrey: a naughty show-off.”

Mum’s car pulls up and we climb in.

Home, we drop our backpacks and take our sneakers off. “Audrey has something to show you, Mummy,” I say. “Go on, let her see.”

Audrey coyly lifts the front of her dress to reveal her knickerless parts, grinning like a fool.

“Holy shit!” Mum croaks. “Have you been like that all day?”

Audrey retells the story of teasing Miss Jackson, and Mum laughs. “So she’s a dyke, then.”

“She’s into little girls, yes,” Audrey affirms, “and she’s certainly into Misty.”

“I tease her, too, Mum. I let her see my cunt when I’m changing. It’s fun.”

“Poor Miss Jackson,” Mum says, “she must be so frustrated. All you lovely nymphets dancing about and undressing and stuff, it must be torture for her.” Audrey drops her dress. “No, lift it up again, I want to take a picture of you.” Audrey looks dubious.

“It’s okay, Audrey,” I tell her, “no one gets to see our pictures except us.”

She hoists her dress up again and beams at Mum’s phone.

“Mummy,” I say, “can we upload the pictures on both our phones into the computer so we can see them on the big screen?”

“Go ahead. You’ll find the connector in the desk drawer.”

I upload everything we took yesterday. Our big TV serves as a monitor, so we sit back on the couch, seeing our pictures one at a time, including me in crotchless knickers, then tied up on the bed, then the close up of my cunt and the shot of Mum’s gaping cunt after I’d fisted her.

I hear Audrey gasp. Wondering if I’ve revealed too much of my sexual adventures with Mummy, I look sideways at Audrey to gauge her reaction. She seems entranced.

“How did it get that big?” she asks, totally awed. “It looks like you just had a baby.”

“It’s a secret… and Misty is my little baby, aren’t you, my darling?”

I smile in agreement. “Now watch this.”

I play the spanking video and to my relief, Audrey laughs. “You guys are so bad!” she says, understating the obvious.

“I hope all this doesn’t come as a shock to you, Audrey,” Mum says. “Misty’s relationship with me is unusual, and many people might be horrified by it. After all, technically it’s incestuous and illegal, but I assure you that everything we do is totally consensual on both sides, and we love each other dearly. I’d never do anything that might harm my little girl, physically or mentally. We’ve slowly grown closer and more intimate over the years, so we’re used to the idea of kinky sex, but to you, it might seem somewhat extreme. You seem to like the pictures and the video, though, so I’m hoping you’re okay with my daughter and me being lovers.”

“Here’s how I feel,” Audrey says, after a pause. “For the last six months, I’ve been admiring Misty every day from a distance, but I never approached her because of what my friends might say. But finally, I just couldn’t keep it to myself, and so yesterday, I wrote that note. I’m so glad I did!

“When Misty and I kissed, I just melted and fell totally in love. It was all very sudden, I know, but all my pent up feelings came pouring out so I was eager and thrilled to play naughty games with her, and you’ve been so nice to me, not to mention how stunningly beautiful you are. Intellectually I know some things are wrong but emotionally, it’s wonderful. I like showing myself off and I just love looking at Misty’s lovely little body, and you seem like an older sister to me. How long have you two been doing this sex stuff?”

“We’ve been sharing pleasure since she was out of nappies, though we haven’t gone all the way until recently. I’ve always thought of Misty as sexy and we’ve always been uninhibited with each other, like being naked and stuff, but it was only a few days ago that we crossed the line into actual sex. So we’re pretty new to this, and we both want you to join us in bed.”

Audrey’s face is aglow. “You only need to go as far as you want with us,” I tell her. “If you feel even the least bit uncomfortable with anything Mum and I do, you can always walk away.”

“I don’t think I’d ever want to walk away,” she says. “I’m head over heels in love with you, Misty, and I’m ready to do anything you like.” My heart is soaring, and I’m wearing a silly grin. Then she looks at Mum. “I’m gay, just like you. I mean, when you looked at my cunt just now and took a picture, it made me feel warm inside. So you can look at any part of me at any time and I won’t mind a bit.”

To show that she means it, she leans back on the couch, lifts her dress again and spread her legs as wide as they’ll go. Mum seizes her chance and snaps a picture. I look at Audrey proudly.

“We’re overdressed, Misty,” Mum says, taking off the jacket of her trouser suit and stepping out of her pants. Below her translucent silk blouse, she has on a pair of vivid turquoise satin knickers, her cunt invisible for once. No matter, she still looks amazingly sexy.

I stand, remove my school dress and sit back down, happy in my knickers and vest.

“Get naked,” I whisper to Audrey. She lifts her bum to slide her dress up and off, and it soon joins mine on the floor. I unhook her bra and let it fall.

“Nice boobs,” Mum comments. “You should appreciate them, Misty — after all, you’ll have yours soon. I’m gonna buy you some bras, sexy see-through ones like Audrey’s.”

I put an arm around Audrey’s shoulder and place my palm on her right boob, feeling her nipple stiffen. Then I lower my head, kiss it, then suck it into my mouth and nurse like a baby.

“Oh, my God!” Mum cries. “I’d love for you to do that to me.” I gave her a look making it clear that I fully intended to do just that. “Let’s go upstairs, girls.”

We gather our clothes, pick up our backpacks and follow Mum upstairs, enticed by the sight of her bum cheeks, cased inexpensive satin.

Once in Mum’s bedroom, Audrey and I sit on the end of her bed and look at my mother expectantly, wondering what she has in mind.

She opens her closet, reaches to the back of the top shelf and brings out a shoebox. “This is some stuff that belonged to my mum,” she says, sitting between us. She lifts the lid and produces a dildo, shaped like a penis with an acorn-shaped head and veins. “This might be a bit big for you girls, so I could buy a smaller one for you to practice with.” Audrey giggles at that.

Then Mum extracts a handful of photographs. “These are of my mother.” I study these pictures of a woman who looks to have been in her twenties at the time, and is just as young and beautiful as Mum is today.

I’ve never seen these pictures of Gran before. She’s in various states of undress and naked poses. In the first, she’s wearing a bra and suspender belt with matching knickers that she holds in her hands, leaving her cunt in full view.

Audrey takes in a sharp breath. Me, all I can do is stare. Who knew that my sweet grandmother was so sexy?

“She died a few years ago and I still miss her terribly,” Mum sighs. “Do you like her taste in underwear?”

“Yes!” we chorus.

“Was she gay, too?” asks Audrey.

“She was like me in spades, a total cunt hound.”

Audrey giggles. “She’s beautiful… just like you, Mrs. Meadow.”

“Oh, please, call me Jo. I want to think of you as my other daughter.” (Oh, this is nice; now I have a “sister”.) “She just lived for lesbian sex and yes, before you ask, she and I did have an incestuous relationship; she taught me everything I know about how to please a woman, and we practiced it almost on a daily basis.”

Audrey looks awestruck. The second picture depicts my grandmother lying in a tub half-filled with water, with Mum seated on the rim at one end, her feet on either side of Gran’s head. Mum, who looks to be eight or so, is naked. Gran’s head is tilted back, mouth open to receive the stream of pee that arcs down onto her face.

“Oh, my God!” Audrey gasped. “Is that you, Mum? She let you pee on her?”

“Yes, she was a dedicated pee drinker. It’s called ‘a golden shower’. Haven’t you seen stuff like this on the internet?”

“My mum’s put parental controls on my computer, so no, I haven’t.”

“We can surf porn on mine,” I tell her, “and look at anything you like.”

The next picture shows Gran sitting on a couch with Mum on her lap, leaning back against her chest. Not only are their legs spread, but Gran’s hands are under Mum’s knees, spreading her legs as far apart as they’ll go. Beneath Mum’s bum, Gran’s cunt can be seen, glistening with moisture. Both have blissful smiles on their proud faces. The whole picture screams, Look at my daughter!

It’s my turn to gasp. This is exhibitionism taken to the absolute limit. It makes me wish that I could’ve licked my mum back when she was a little girl.

The next shot shows Gran on all fours, facing away from the camera and smiling over her shoulder. Preteen Mum is kneeling beside her, pressing her fingers into Gran’s cunt. The young girl’s expression is one of pure joy.

The last one was taken by Gran herself, the camera pointing down her body so we see her firm little tits at the bottom of the frame, and beyond that, the V of her raised, parted thighs. Between them, Mum’s happy little face beams at the camera, hinting at the joy she’s about to experience.

“Oh, my God!” Audrey breathes. “You kissed your mum’s cunt?”

“Kissed it, licked it and sucked on her clit until she came,” Mum says, proudly. Audrey looks incredulous as she stares at the picture, then looks at me. I give her a smug little smile.

“Not you, too, Misty?” Audrey says, her gaze shifting between Mum and me. “I must be in some other kind of universe,” she murmurs.

“My daughter and I have no secrets from each other, and I can’t think of a thing that we wouldn’t do together. Can you, Misty?”

I shake my head vigorously. “No, nothing at all. I’ll try anything with you, Mum.”

Mum rummages through the shoe box, finding hair grips, old lipsticks, an unused tampon and a string of pearls. Lifting them out, she holds them up and we see that it’s more than a foot long.

“I think I know what she did with these,” she says, standing up and taking her knickers off, handing them to me. She sits on the bed, spreads her legs and feeds the pearls, one at a time, into her cunt. Audrey looks on in disbelief.

When all the pearls except for the last two have disappeared, Mum stands in front of Audrey and tells her to slowly pull them out. Nervously, she tugs at the string, and one by one they slide out, glistening with Mum’s honey. She holds them up and as they hang vertically, a drop of juice falls from the lowest one.

“You know what to do, Misty,” Mum says, offering the pearls to me.

I take the pearls, tilt my head back and feed them into my mouth. I suck them clean, then take the string out and lick my lips.

I hand the string to Audrey, telling her “Put them in me,” then lean back and part my thighs. She needs no urging, and pushes them into my cunt — half a dozen, then a few more. She’s giggling. “All of them,” I demand, even though I feel full.

Once the whole strand is packed inside me, I instruct her, “Now pull them out, slowly.” One by one, the pearls pop out, each sending a tiny thrill through my tummy as it emerges. When I’m empty, I’m delighted to see Audrey tilt her head, open her mouth and drop them in. Then she closes her lips and looks at us, her eyes bright.

“That’s my girl!” Mum declares, though whether she means me or Audrey, I’m not exactly sure.

Audrey takes the pearls out of her mouth and hands them to Mum, who looks into the shoebox again. “What’s this?” She takes out a USB memory stick. “Let’s plug it into my laptop and see what’s on it.”

Her screen lights up with a long list of jpeg numbers. She clicks on the first which shows a girl of about ten or eleven sitting on the steps of a public building, her feet up by her bum, legs in white knee socks, spread wide to show off her white knickers, smiling hugely. It has a distinctly last century feel about it. “That’s not Gran. These are pretty old, I think.”

The next one shows a naked girl of about ten or eleven, standing on a beach, looking like something from a family holiday photo. The next shows another smiling young girl, lifting her skirt to show her knickers at mid-thigh, displaying a smooth preteen slit. The third depicts two girls in a garden, both naked, one about thirteen with small boobs and a wisp of pubic hair, the other much younger, kneeling and gazing adoringly at her friend’s cunt. The next girl is squatting in a wood, her knickers pulled to one side, peeing into the dead leaves. Her smile is dazzling. Then we see two girls of about twelve, each with a hand down the front of the other’s brightly coloured knickers, which is all they have on. They share a loving gaze.

“Who are these girls?” I ask, “and how many pictures are there?”

Mom’s brow is furrowed as she studies the files. “Don’t know. Look at the count in the lower left-hand corner. It says 2653. Fucking hell, there’s literally thousands of them!”

“Where would Gran have got these?” I ask. “She couldn’t have taken them herself.”

“No idea. Not off the internet, at least — these are pure child porn. She might’ve bought them from some illegal source. More than one, I’d wager.”

We look at one more: two naked preteens on a couch, their adjacent legs hooked one over the other, their cunts deliberately offered to the camera, welcoming smiles on their faces. They’re obviously eager and delighted to be seen like this. Mum shuts the lid of the laptop.

“Aw, Mummy!” I moan.

“Can’t we see more?” Audrey pleads.

“You will, I promise you, but first I want to vet them all, ‘cos I don’t want you looking at girls sucking guys’ cocks or giving handjobs, or any filth like that. Anyway, if you only look at a few at a time, you’ll appreciate them more. You won’t get – how should I put it – cunt fatigue?”

We laugh. “Cunt fatigue,” I murmur, savouring the expression. “Not much chance of that!”

“Anyway,” Mum says, standing in front of me so that I can pull her satin knickers up, “the real thing is much more exciting. I’m going to leave you two to explore each other’s…”

“Cunts!” Audrey cries.

“That’s right,” Mum says, her smile bathing us in love. She removes the USB stick from the laptop and leaves. Audrey and I fall on the bed, arms around each other, lips locked, thighs pushing between thighs, our pussies getting wetter by the second.

Off to Part Four!

by Misty Meadow

At school on Friday morning, I find an envelope tucked into the door of my locker. I don’t want to read it in the hallway so I stuff it in my pocket and hit the toilets. Going into a bathroom stall and seating myself, I open it and look at the signature, stunned to see that it’s from Audrey Mason, one of the most popular girls in school. She’s thirteen, two years ahead of me, and unbelievably cute.

It read:

Dear Misty, 

My class had a vote on who was the prettiest girl in the school. I came second, but you came first! Yes, isn’t that awesome! I voted for you, too. Until now I’ve haven’t told you how beautiful I think you are, cause I was afraid of being laughed at by my friends, but now I want you to be my friend. 

Can we meet at the front gates after school? Please come. 

Love, Audrey

Holy cow! Audrey Mason, the most stunning girl in the whole school wants to get to know me? I’m overjoyed. I’ve hardly ever spoken to her, as she’s always surrounded by girls her own age, all bending over backwards to say smart things and get her to like them. I’d bend over backwards to let her lick my cunt, but… oh no, I’ve got to get a grip on myself. My antics with Mum have loosened my inhibitions, and I need to be careful what I say.

I call Mum and tell her about the letter.

“Is that the girl I met at the parents’ meeting last month? Yes, I remember her. She’s perfectly named; she looks exactly like a young Audrey Hepburn. I’ll pick you up a few minutes late to give you time to… whatever. Get to know her better, I guess.”

I Google Audrey Hepburn who, it seems, was a movie star of the last century who was absolutely stunning, a great actress who was loved by everyone. Mum’s right, too — her pictures totally remind me of my Audrey.

All day my tummy is churning in anticipation, wondering what Audrey wants from me. At last school lets out, and as I wait at the main gate, I see her walking towards me, dressed as I am in our summer school dresses — pale blue gingham with white trim at the collar and cuffs. She could be wearing a flour sack with three holes in it and she’d still be stunning.

She gives me a dazzling smile. “So you got my letter?”

“Is it true? Your friends voted for me?”

“I did, too. Everyone’s always saying how lovely you are and they’re right. I wish I’d told you earlier, but you know how they all sneer at girls who make friends with younger ones. They’d call me a paedo.”

“But you’re the most beautiful girl in the school, Audrey! Look, your boobs have started to grow and you have hips… me, I’m only eleven and I’m just a — a bean pole!”

Audrey shakes her head. “I haven’t had my first period yet, so there’s not that much difference between us. Anyhow, even if you are just eleven, I still think you’re pretty, and I still want to be your friend.”

My heart leaps for joy, though I can’t think of anything to say, except, “How are you gonna get home now, Audrey? The bus has already left! Tell you what; my Mum’s picking me up so she can drive you.”

On cue, Mum’s car pulls up and we pile into the back. I make the introduction, and Mum twists round in her seat to get a good long look at Audrey.

“Oh, you’re adorable! So you voted for my Misty being the prettiest girl in the school? That’s sweet of you. I’m so proud of my little girl, and yes, I agree — she has to be the most beautiful. I’d rate you a close second, though.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Audrey murmurs, blushing. I can tell that she’s pleased.

“Do you need to get home right away?” Mum continues. “You can come to our place and hang out for a while, then I can drive you home.”

“Let me check with my parents,” she says, pulling out her phone. She sends a couple of texts, then smiles. “It’s fine. I don’t need to be home until dinner at six. We’ve got lots of time.”

Once we get home, Audrey and I drop our backpacks in the hallway and take our sneakers off, then sit down on the couch in the living room. Mum fixes us up with glasses of lemonade. I make a point of reclining against one arm of the couch with my feet up, knees bent and at an angle so that Audrey can get a clear view of my knickers.

As she moves around the room, Mum glances at me from time to time with a knowing twinkle in her eyes. She asks Audrey about her grades and favourite teachers and what subjects she likes. How about sports? Audrey tells us that she’s on the gymnastic team.

“I’m sure you’re good at it, given your lovely slender figure.”

“Welllll… I’m really on the team because I like Miss Jackson, the P.E. teacher.”

Mum gives a thoughtful nod. “I think I met her at the last parent’s day. Is she the petite one with the spiky hair?”

“That’s her.”

“I suppose you two want to be alone,” Mum says, a twinkle in her eyes. “Why don’t you go upstairs and hang out in Misty’s room? You can do your homework after dinner.”

Exchanging delighted grins, Audrey and I dash upstairs and into my bedroom, closing the door behind us. We stand there for a moment, just looking at each other.

“Gosh, you’re gorgeous!” she breathes.

“You’re stunning,” I counter.

“I’ve been watching you since the beginning of the year. I never stop being amazed by how pretty you are. You’re like a younger version of your mum. She’s hot, too! Um… how old is she?”

“Twenty-five.”

“I can see where you get your looks from. If it weren’t for you, Misty, I could get a crush on her.” I chuckle and she continues, “I’m gonna tell you a secret. Last year I was hot for Miss Jackson.”

“Lots of the girls are,” I assure her. “Even I was keen on her for awhile. She always looks so sexy in those tight shorts.”

She grins. “With the camel toe? Yeah. Think she knows that a bunch of us girls like to look at her?”

“Why not?” I reply. “She likes to show off, same as I do.” Audrey gives me a sharp look. “You know,” I continue, “flashing my knickers and all that.”

“I thought it was just boys and men who like looking up girls’ skirts.”

“Believe me,” I say, “lots of women do, too. You know how it goes — we pretend we don’t know they can see our panties, and they pretend like they aren’t looking.”

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Audrey says, “I like to make sure she can get a good look at me when we change into our leotards in the changing room, and she’s not shy about looking. They say she’s gay.”

“I’m sure she is. My mum’s gay, by the way.”

She seems thrilled to hear that. “Really? What’s it like, having a gay mother?”

I want to tell her about everything that Mum and I did yesterday, but know that it’s out of the question. “It’s great. We don’t have any secrets from each other.”

She looks incredulous. “You mean… she tells you about the stuff she does with other lesbians?”

“Yeah, but I have to keep it secret, sorry.” I probably have a smug look on my face. “Though I can tell you this much: she likes young girls.”

“Ooooh!” Audrey squeals. “Do you think she likes me, you know, that way?”

“No doubt at all. Don’t worry, she won’t attack you.”

She laughs. “She won’t be turned off by my boring schoolgirl knickers, then?”

“She likes mine.” Then, feeling emboldened, I say, “I want to kiss you, Audrey.”

Her face lights up and she extends her arms. I step closer as she folds them round me and I hug her around the waist. We press our bodies together as our lips meet, soft flesh against soft flesh and then I feel the tip of her tongue teasing my lips. I open them to let her in. I feel Audrey’s thigh pressing between mine, and I widen my stance, pressing my own thigh into her cunt. Her tongue is now deep in my mouth, violating me so sweetly that I am dizzy with happiness. I can feel my cunt getting wet.

Finally, we come up for air and break apart, laughing.

“Oh, my God, Misty, where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“I… just did what felt right.”

“It was marvelous! Know what? I’m gonna forget Miss Jackson. From now on, you’re the only girl who interests me. We’re gonna be best friends, okay?”

I’m bursting with joy. “Best friends forever, except I’m also kinda best friends with my mum. She’s special.”

“Naturally; she’s your mum and you love her. Does she ever, um, look up your dress?”

I feel myself smirk. “All the time.”

Her eyes go wide. “Wow, and you’re her daughter, too. Mums aren’t supposed to do that, are they?”

“Mine does. I don’t mind — in fact, I quite like it. I guess I’m a bit of a show-off. Like… this!” I lift the front of my dress up above my waist, revealing my white cotton knickers. My grin runs from ear to ear.

Audrey stares hard at me, then lifts her own skirt, revealing snowy-white panties that are the mirror image of mine.

I’m licking my lips, drinking in the sexy sight. “Oh, she’ll like you, Audrey, I can promise that.” We pause for a bit, eyeing each other until the moment becomes awkward and she drops her skirt, whereas I lift the dress I wear over my head and throw it aside.

She’s puzzled by that. “Why are you getting undressed?”

“Well, I’m not going out, and later I’ll be taking a shower. Anyhow, in this house we’re okay with hanging out in our undies, or even stark naked. Mum says we should be proud of our bodies, not ashamed.”

“You guys are weird, but I suppose it makes sense. D’you want me to take mine off?” At this moment it’s the thing I want most in the world, so I just nod my head.

Audrey lifts the dress over her head, folds it carefully and places it on the bed. She’s wearing a skimpy training bra that’s little more than two triangles and some straps, the material so thin that I can see her nipples through it.

We stand side by side, looking at ourselves in the mirrored closet doors. I stare at her tits, just tiny swellings beginning to bud, though she has bigger nipples than mine.

I tug up the waist of my knickers to create a camel toe. “Look at us, two sexy nymphets,” I remark, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Aren’t we drop-dead gorgeous?”

“Oh, Misty, I could fall in love with you,” my new friend breathes, pressing her hip against mine.

An idea pops into my head. “I need to pee,” I say, taking hold of her hand. “Come with me.”

“I don’t need to pee, but if you want – okay.”

We step out onto the landing and go into the bathroom. I leave the door open, hoping Mum might come past, but Audrey closes it. I stand with my back to the loo and slowly pull my knickers down. Her gaze is riveted on me and my body throbs with pleasure. I let my knickers fall to my ankles, sit and spread my knees wide, leaning back. I want her to know that I’m deliberately showing off. Her eyes grow bigger. My vest only comes down just below my belly button so it doesn’t conceal my cunt.

“Do you like my cunt?” I ask.

“That’s what you call it?”

“Why not? My mum does. You needn’t worry about your language in this house; she’s not a prude.”

Audrey draws closer, taking a good long look. “It’s pretty, like a peach. And your mound is bigger than mine.”

“Are you gonna pee when I finish?” She nods. “Good, ‘cos I wanna see yours.”

She giggles. “You’re so naughty, Misty.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” I say, crumpling toilet paper and making a show of wiping myself. I pull my knickers up over my knees and stand, stepping away from the bowl and turning to face Audrey as she pulls her own knickers down and sits. The sound of her pee tinkling into the bowl is music to my ears.

I make no effort to pull my knickers up, because I’m enjoying flaunting my cunt so much. She finishes and stands and for a moment we both gaze at each other’s cunts. Hers is more developed than mine; her lips are forming and I can see the little bump of her clitoris at the top. Girls look so sexy when their knickers are halfway down. As before, when the moment becomes awkward, we pull our undies up and I open the bathroom door.

As we step onto the landing, Mum is coming up the stairs. “Oh, hi, girls. Listen, come into my bedroom, there’s something I want to show you.”

Audrey hangs behind. “I need my dress!” she whispers, anxiously.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say, taking hold of her arm and pulling her into Mum’s room.

We stand there as Mum looks us up and down. “Oh my God, what gorgeous angels you are! I love seeing little girls in their undies.”

“So what is it you want to show us?” I ask.

Mum goes into her closet, brings out some folded garments and lays them on the bed. They turn out to be a perfectly sheer short slip and a pair of matching knickers that have lace panels up the sides. “I just bought these today.”

“Nice, Mum. Wanna try them on and show us?”

Silly question; like me, she never misses an excuse to get her clothes off. She turns her back to let me unzip her dress, which I slide off her shoulders and let fall. All she has on is a pair of nylon knickers, pink with white trim round the legs.

She dons the slip, which only comes down just below her bum. Her nipples are perfectly visible. “Now the knickers,” I demand and she grins as she slides the pink ones off. I take the new pair, flimsy and transparent and hold them for her to step into. Mum lifts her slip up, showing off her cunt, as I pull them all the way up, and for a couple of seconds her cunt is fully exposed until she lets the slip fall. Even then, we can still see it through the sheer nylon, as the panty crotch has no liner. All the time Audrey’s eyes are practically popping out of her head.

Mum looks at herself in the mirror. “I’m pretty fuckin’ sexy, huh?”

“You’re sexy in anything, Mum,” I turn to my new friend. “Just like Audrey here.” She blushes, which delights me.

Mum takes her phone, disables the flash and takes a picture of herself in the mirror, then turns to us. “Stand closer together and put your arms around each other’s shoulders, yeah, like that.” She looks at the screen. “Oh, so precious! You’re both adorable!”

“You, too, Mummy.” Both of us smiling, we leave her and return to my bedroom.

“Oh, my God! That was incredible!” Audrey says.

“Mum’s really something, isn’t she?”

“I can’t believe it! She took her knickers off and stood there holding her slip up so we could see everything! It’s like she was showing off her cunt on purpose.”

“She was. Mum does that kind of thing all the time. She’s an exhibitionist.” I’d picked up that word from the internet; it’s useful. “Did you notice how her cunt is different from ours?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve never seen a grown-up cunt before.” She sounds awestruck. “She has huge lips and I could even see her clit. All her hair is shaved off, too. Wow, your mum is even more beautiful than Miss Jackson!”

“She could almost pass for a sixth former. You can have a crush on her, you know. I wouldn’t mind.”

She laughs. “How could I have a crush on her when I love you?”

My heart skips a beat; she’s using the “L” word again.

“You can love two people at once,” I claim. “I love you and I love Mum.” There, I’ve said it. I’ve told her I love her.

We embrace and kiss again and I run my hands all over her bum cheeks, pulling her body against mine.

Over my shoulder, she looks at her watch. “Gosh! I really ought to be going. My mum will be wondering where I am.” She quickly dons her school dress as I head for the door. “Aren’t you gonna get dressed?” she asks.

“Mum will drive you home. I’d better stay here and do my homework. It’s okay, you’ll be safe with her, even if she does fancy you.”

We exchange phone numbers and email addresses, then go downstairs to find that Mum has put her dress back on. Seeing that I’m still in my knickers and vest, Mum immediately catches on to the idea that I want her to be alone with Audrey for the drive home. She gives me a grateful smile.

On the doorstep, I kiss Audrey lightly on the lips. “See you in the cafeteria tomorrow,” I say. Then they’re gone.

Back in the living room, I flop on the couch and let out a huge sigh. Everything went even better than I’d hoped. Audrey and I are now a couple, in love with each other, and I was able to let slip a few hints about Mum’s lust for little girls without freaking her out.

Mum’s little performance with the see-through slip and knickers was classic! I didn’t mind a bit when she flashed her cunt, and I wasn’t the slightest bit jealous, in fact the idea of Mum showing off to Audrey is strangely thrilling, even though I’m in love with her.

The few crushes I’ve had on girls are nothing to how I feel now about Audrey. I adore her perfect face, her slender body, her sweet little boobs, her pretty cunt and even her perfectly ordinary knickers.

I sprawl back and put a hand down the front of mine, thrusting two fingers into myself, pumping in and out, knees up by my ears. My mind is filled with an image of Audrey, knickers round her knees as she pees, letting me look.

“Well, well!” I hear Mum say. I didn’t hear her come in. “My little girl’s masturbating.” She has a huge grin on her face. “Don’t stop, I wanna watch. Did that little angel get you all excited? I bet she did. She certainly got my cunt wet. She’s utterly gorgeous and I want to get my hands on her and… that is, after I’ve satisfied you, my darling.”

My hand is moving furiously, fingers sliding in and out of my wetness. I don’t care that Mum’s watching me, in fact that makes it all the more exciting.

She drops to her knees right in front of me and pulls my knickers off. My fingers keep flying. “Come for me, darling!” she cries. “Come for Mummy! Oh, you’re coming, my love! That’s my girl!”

My orgasm goes off like a hand grenade, a ball of heat in my abdomen, igniting my whole body as my hips jerk up. The waves of lust slowly subside and I relax, letting out a huge whoosh of air.

Mum gives me a big smile. “That was wonderful, my darling. Were you thinking of Audrey?”

“Yes,” I manage, gasping for air. “We watched each other peeing and oh, Mum, she has such a lovely cunt.”

“Not as sweet as yours,” she says, leaning in and kissing me right on my swollen mound. She picks up my knickers, holds them to her face and inhales. I love it when she does that; it’s so intimate.

She stands and takes her dress off, and I see that she’s still wearing the transparent slip and knickers, “Ah, that’s better. I feel like a girl again.” She sits beside me.

“Audrey’s totally smitten with you,” I tell her.

“But doesn’t she love you?”

“Well, yeah,” I tell her. “We both said we love each other, but I told her it was okay if she has a crush on you, too. It’s only fair; after all, I’m also in love with you, Mum.”

Her smile could have lit up the entire world. “Oh, my… I have two sweet little nymphets who want to play with me! What a lucky girl I am.” She leans in and sniffs at me. “You smell like pussy. Go take a shower while I cook dinner.”

That confuses me. “What’s wrong with my smell? Don’t you like it?”

“I do, believe me,” Mum says with a nod, “but if you start out clean and fresh again, my nose will tell me when your cunt is getting wet.”

“So you can…”

“Molest it!”

“One shower, coming up!” I kiss her cheek and run upstairs.

I shower and put on clean knickers and the sexy vest that Mum likes, then select a dress, an old one that I wore when I was younger, so short that it barely covers my bum. I look at myself in the mirror, then turn my back and peer between my legs. I can see acres of white cotton; perfect!

I come downstairs and Mum has dinner ready, soup and a Thai salad. It’s delicious. We sit at the breakfast bar and she pours me a glass of wine.

“Is this the same wine that you…?”

“Yes, the same kind I drank from your cunt. We’ll save some for later.” She looks up at me. “Why are you wearing a dress?”

“Remember when we talked earlier about spanking?”

“Oh, I get it. You want to lie across my knee while I lift that skirt up and pull your knickers down, right?”

“Yes! Can we make a video of that? Audrey will want to see it.”

“Absolutely, but you have to do something bad to earn a spanking.”

“I’m going to. I’m going to do something that would land us both in jail if anyone found out.”

She looks intrigued. “Like what?”

“I’m gonna do the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen two girls do on the internet.”

“There’s a lot to choose from.”

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Mummy. You’re gonna lie on your bed and let me take your knickers off, then you’ll spread your legs, and then I’ll push my whole hand inside your cunt.”

Her face lights up. “But that’s not illegal.”

“Not between adults, but I’m still a little girl. Plus, it’s incest. Daughters don’t usually fist-fuck their mums. But we’re not usual, are we?”

“They’d put me in jail, not you; you’re too young. They’d say I made you do it, lock me up and put you in a foster home. So this has to be a secret, like all the other stuff we do. But if that’s what you want, I’m perfectly happy with it. It can be part of your education.”

Hand in hand, we go up to Mum’s room. I take her slip off, then pull her knickers down. Naked, she lies down on the bed, legs spread wide. I kneel between them, licking my lips as I stare at her beautiful cunt. Her lips are already glistening with moisture.

“There’s lube on the bedside table,” Mum says. “Cover your whole hand with it.”

I grease up, then take her labia between my forefingers and thumbs, pulling them wide apart, gazing into my mum’s tunnel of love.

“Wait a sec,” she says, “this is a better position.” She rolls on to all fours, facing the head of the bed, then pushes her bum up. I get behind her, give her a little kiss on each cheek, then push two fingers into her, palm down. I stroke in and out, feeling how wet she is, then add a third and fourth finger. I push in until my thumb presses against Mum’s pubic bone.

“Oh, yes, Misty!” she groans. “Fill me up. Put your whole hand inside me.”

I know what to do, just from watching lesbians fuck on the internet. Folding my thumb into my palm, I push inward. Mum grunts, moans, then cries out loud when my hand penetrates her, entering halfway.

Her body is quivering all over, from head to toe. “Am I hurting you?” I ask.

“NO!” she cries. “Don’t pull out! Okay, now put a finger up my bum.” I slide the index finger of my free hand into Mum’s anus. “Now push your hand harder. That’s right. Harder!”

Suddenly, my hand slides into Mum’s vagina, right up to the wrist. She screams, then blurts, “Hold still for a minute, let me get used to it.” She breathes hard for a minute or so, then slowly nods. “Okay, now make a fist. Mum inhales sharply as my hand shifts about inside her, then she moans, “Oh, Jesus, I’m in heaven. All right, I’m ready to be fucked. Pump it in and out. Fuck me, my darling little girl, fuck your Mummy.” Her words excite me every bit as much as the sharp aroma of her cunt, now filling the room.

My fist is going deeper and deeper into her with each thrust, until I’m in halfway up my arm. I’m amazed at how much room there is inside her.

“More! More!” she cries, her whole body twitching. “Fuck Mummy’s cunt!” I press even deeper, until I feel my knuckles touch something — her cervix, maybe, and she groans.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, it’s all right, Misty, I’m coming.” Her voice grows louder. “Oh my God, I’m coming!”

“Come for me, Mummy,” I call in encouragement, “come for me!” My arm is churning around in her juicy hole, giving me this incredible feeling of power. She’s going completely wild, and I’m making it happen!

When her orgasm hits its high point, Mum makes this sound like nothing I’ve ever heard from her, then slumps forward, her arse still up. I’ve made my Mummy come! I’m so excited and proud.

“Shall I take it out?” I say.

Mum shakes her head. “Leave it in there for a moment. I want to remember this. I was in heaven, my darling, and you took me there. I love you so much.”

I’m filled with pride and devotion for my darling mummy. “I love you, too,” is all I can say.

After a few seconds I slide my hand from her with a slurping noise. She rolls on to her back as I hold my hand up and look at all the juice dripping from it. I lick up as much of it as I can, then look at her cunt. It’s gaping wide. I could put my fist right back in there with room to spare, but instead I jump off the bed, find her phone and take a close up picture of Mum’s deep cavern, still stretched wide. A tennis ball could fit into it without touching the sides.

She’s slowly recovering, getting her breath back when I show her the phone. Mum smiles. “The happiest cunt in the world,” she declares.

“And the most beautiful. Now, I’ve been a bad girl, haven’t I, Mummy? I broke the law. And you have to spank me. Where’s the camcorder?” My phone would do the job, but who would hold it? I can set the camcorder up, press “record” and leave it to capture everything.

“Kitchen.”

I run downstairs, find it in a drawer and dash back up again, to see Mum wiping her cunt with the bed sheet. She puts her slip back on as I place the camcorder on the dresser, aim it at the end of the bed and tell Mum to sit there. I start recording, then quickly lie across her knee.

“You bad, bad girl!” Mum says, slowly pulling my dress up. I lift my body so she can pull the dress even higher, round my chest. I want to show off as much of my body as I can for the camcorder.

Once I’m exposed, Mum runs her hands over my bum cheeks, still covered by my knickers, then with one hand, she tugs them down, one side at a time, until they’re just below my knees. Her palm runs up my thigh and her fingers go between my legs, teasing my cunt. I feel her other hand press under my tummy to join the first and her fingers slide into me. I’m already soaking wet, intensely aroused from fisting my mum.

She leans forward and kisses my bum, then delivers slaps to my cheeks, just hard enough to sting so they’ll be pink, hard enough for it to look like I’m really been punished, but it doesn’t really hurt.

“Ouch!” I cry, faking pain.

After three on each cheek, she kisses my bottom again. “There, you wicked child. You got what you deserved. From now on, I’m gonna spank you every time you’re naughty.”

I roll onto my back, my upper torso and legs hanging down on either side of her thighs, my tummy elevated, my legs parted enough for the camera to see my cunt. Mum’s hand strokes my thigh, riding higher and higher until her fingertips touch my puffy mound. I wonder if I’m going to show this to Audrey, or would it be a little too wild for her?

I want to see the video now, so I reluctantly roll off Mum, stand and pad over to the camcorder, switching it off.

“Let’s see it,” Mum demands.

We replay it, looking at the screen. Oh, it’s perfect! It almost looks like I’m really getting disciplined in a big way, even though the spanks are relatively gentle.

“Audrey will love this, Mummy.” I’ve decided that she really needs to watch this.

“Isn’t it a bit too much? The spanking’s okay, but I touched your cunt. Is she ready for that?”

“I’ll find the right opportunity to let her see it.”

“Swear her to secrecy; promise?”

“I promise.” I pause. “Mummy, can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

She thinks about it, then shakes her head. “You know, Misty, I’m pretty much all washed out, having had your fist up my cunt… and if I let you sleep with me, I can’t imagine getting much rest. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you, and then we’d end up fucking again. Sorry, darling, but there will be other nights.”

“Okay, you have a point. I’ll just lie in my own bed and masturbate while I think about Audrey.”

“Wanna borrow a vibrator?”

I ponder the idea. “I guess not. It would distract my thoughts from her.”

Mum laughs. “Ah yes, those erotic, lascivious, lewd and incredibly dirty thoughts of yours! Sometimes, I really wish that I could be inside your head.”

I just smile. In many ways, she already is.

As promised: Part Three!

By Misty Meadow

I’m in my bedroom, admiring myself in the wall-to-wall mirror that comprises the doors of my closet. All I’ve got on is my underwear, consisting of a white cotton vest and knickers. The vest, unlike the usual tank-top style that little girls wear, has a neckline shaped like an inverted W with narrow shoulder straps and a thin trimming of lace. It looks like it was made for girls with boobs, but mine haven’t grown in yet. My knickers are perfectly ordinary full cut white briefs, with that scalloped elastic round the legs that make them look so different from, say, a bikini bottom. One time, I tried on a thong that belonged to a sleepover friend (it was early morning and she hadn’t yet awakened) and went into my mum’s room to show her. She was sitting on the end of her bed in a baby-doll nightie that was open all the way down the front.

Mum laughed when she saw me. “So you like to wear another girl’s knickers, Misty? Oh, that’s so fucking precious!” She uses adult language around me without a second thought.

“Do I look sexy?”

“Any little girl looks sexy in their undies… but I’m sorry, darling, those look slutty.”

“But I thought you liked sluts,” I pouted.

“When they’re grown up. You’re sexy enough without having to try too hard. Stick to nice white knickers until you’re a bit older.”

I was disappointed — but on the other hand, the thong wasn’t comfortable; it felt like I was sitting on a clothesline. Anyway, I always try to please Mum, and if she likes me to dress like a little girl, then I’m happy to wear my plain knickers for her.

Mum continued. “I’d rather you borrowed my knickers than wear an ugly thong. You can help yourself to them, you know. Any time you like.” You might imagine they’d be too big for me, but Mum is ultra-petite; her dad was really short. Mine was big, I guess, because I’m tall for my age, so her knickers fit me fine. One time I sneaked into her room and tried on a pair of see-through panties and, yes, they fit. I looked totally hot in them, too.

“Take that thong off,” Mum said, and I pushed it down to ring my ankles, then straightened up, posing for her. She stared at me, naked from the waist down, then smiled. “Now that’s a sexy look!”

“I’m too young to look sexy,” I mumbled, making a face.

“Rubbish. Look, you have sexual feelings, don’t you?”

I always tell Mum everything; we have no secrets. “Well… I feel little tingles down in my tummy when I touch myself in bed at night.”

She smiles. “Touching your cunt, are you? You’re old enough to look sexy, then.” She picked up the thong, held it to her face and took a deep breath. “Too bad, I can’t smell anything.” I had to laugh.

The great thing about Mum that she shares everything with me, holding nothing back. Although I’m still only eleven, she’s told me all about sex, particularly sex between women. She’s gay herself, which made me wonder how she became a mother. One day, she finally explained that to me. It seems that she was date raped at a party when she was fourteen, and I was the outcome. Now, she’s twenty-five and amazingly beautiful, as slender and elegant as a supermodel. Mum’s name is Jo, by the way.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I can imagine how she might find me sexy. I do have a pretty face, though I look younger than eleven. My dark eyes are big and my little nose is upturned. My lips are deliciously kissable and my black hair, worn in two plaits, hangs almost down to my waist. I turn from side to side, studying my body. I can’t call it my “figure,” exactly, as it has no real shape. My chest is as flat as a boy’s. Still, if Mum likes the way I look, I’m not going to complain.

Just then, the door opens and Mum comes in, stark naked but for a towel around her neck. “Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes, after I shower,” she says. Standing behind me, Mum puts her hands on my shoulders. “Admiring yourself, huh? There’s a lot to admire. Every time I see you, you seem to get sexier.”

My face lights up; I love being called sexy! It makes me feel grown-up. I lean back against my mother, feeling her breasts pressing against me. She’s only five foot four, and I’m just two inches shorter.

“Aw, Mum, you always say that.”

“I mean it.”

“Mums don’t go around saying their daughters are sexy. It sounds incestuous.”

“Incestuous? Where did you learn that word?”

“On the internet.” Mum lets me surf whatever I want on the net, even porn.

“Hmm. Well, since you seem to know what incest is, I think it’s time that I tell you something about myself, something you didn’t know.” Mum takes a deep breath, then comes out with it. “You see, your grandmother loved me in a very special way. As a daughter, yes, but she loved me in a physical sense, too.” She pauses again, then added, “I often think about you like that… being with my sweet little girl, sharing good feelings. Just like my mother did with me.”

I’m astonished! “You mean you and Gran were…?”

“I expect it will come as a shock to you, but yes, we were having sex.”

I don’t know whether to be horrified, intrigued or aroused. It’s hard to get my head around, the idea of Mum and Gran being lovers.

Wait, wait — did Mum just say that she thinks about loving me that way? I was too stunned to speak, or even move.

Mum didn’t seem to notice, just continued to speak.  “Your Gran liked seeing me in nothing but my undies, and I liked to let her look.” She reaches around my waist, takes hold of the elastic of my knickers and pulls upwards. The fabric is stretched tightly over my vulva, and Mum grins with delight. “Look, a perfect camel toe! That’s the name for it, by the way.” She leaned in close to get a better view. “I like camel toes. I think a girl should show off the shape of her cunt whenever appropriate.”

I managed to get my voice back. “Like when?”

“When you and I are alone,” she whispers in my ear, “and when I need to be reminded of what I must have looked like to Gran. Even when I was fully clothed, she’d try to look up my dress, and I gave her lots of opportunities. One thing I loved to do was raise the bottom of my skirt to clean my glasses, revealing the front of my knickers. They were always white, just like yours.” She sighed, lost in sweet memories. “Today, they’d call my mum a child molester, but I never felt like I was being harmed in any way. I loved her attention, her hugs, her caresses, even when her hands went places they weren’t supposed to.”

“She touched your kitty?” I ask, incredulously.

“Yes, my cunt. She couldn’t get enough of it. Sometimes, we’d get completely naked together and she’d touch me all over. She liked to stroke my whole body with these… feather-like brushes of her fingertips. It made me shiver in a really nice way.”

Picturing it, I feel a tremor of excitement. “Didn’t that freak you out?”

“No, not a bit. She was always hugging and kissing me,  and we used to give each other massages, so it was just a short leap to touching me sexually. Other kids mightn’t have tolerated it, but to me, it was just another way for Mum to tell me how much she loved me.”

“Did you touch her cunt?”

“What do you think? Of course I did, and she didn’t have to ask me, either. She was usually dripping wet, too. Your grandmother was obsessed with pleasure, with making love. I take after her, and I’d wager that you too, darling.” Mum releases the elastic of my knickers with a snap, then brings her palms up to my chest. “Still no boobs, huh? I’m glad.” She caresses me as though they’d grown, teasing my nipples.

“Glad?” I’m aghast. “But I want tits like yours, Mummy, nice little firm ones that don’t need a bra, with big brown nipples.”

“For your friends to play with?” she chuckles.

“My friends aren’t like that,” I sigh. “All they talk about is stupid boys. It’s so bloody boring!”

“I’ll play with your titties, then.” She’s joking, I think. Perhaps. “How do you feel about me, y’know, growing hair down there?” It’s a silly question, because she sees me naked all the time so she knows my cunt is bald as an egg. Nevertheless, I invite her to look.

Just like that, Mum slides my knickers down to mid-thigh, and we gaze at my reflection in the mirror. “Look at your cunt,” she murmurs in my ear. “See how puffy your mound is? Like a ripe peach.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have any lips like you do.” I call them elephant ears. They’re huge and pinkish brown and her clit protrudes from the top. Mum lets me look at her cunt anytime I want. She seems to enjoy showing it to me. I can understand that, because right now, I’m loving the feeling of her gaze on my treasure.

“Don’t be in a hurry to grow up,” my mum tells me.” You’ll never be sexier than you are now.” She leans back on the bed, propped up on her elbows.

As I turn to stare at her cunt, Mum stretches out, spreading her legs wide apart in a shameless gesture of invitation. “Why don’t you take a picture of me, Misty? Just like this.” Her cunt is shaved, but today I can see a hint of stubble; that’s not good. I go to fetch my phone, then use it to record this amazing pose.

I bring it up on the screen, then Mum and I look at it together.

“Now, that’s sexy,” I exclaim, “way more sexy than I am, anyhow.”

“No, no. Tell you what, let’s compare. I’ll take a shot of you. Get naked.”

I bring my feet together, which allows my knickers to fall to the floor, then step out of them as I lift my vest over my head. She gets up and I take her place on the bed, lying just as she was, my legs spread wide.

The flash goes off. She gazes at my phone, then displays it to me. “See? You’re fucking hot, young lady! Much lovelier than me.” I don’t agree, but I’m not going to argue.

Handing my phone back to me, Mum bends to scoop my knickers up from the floor. “Were you wearing these all night, then?”

“Yeah,” I admit. She immediately holds them to her face, inhaling deeply. I give a nervous laugh. “Oh, Mummy, that’s so dirty!”

“I’m a dirty girl,” she asserts. “A knicker sniffer. It’s not that uncommon; all my girlfriends do it.”

I take my still-warm undies from Mum’s hands and smell them for myself. There’s a faint aroma, like how my finger smells when I do myself in bed at night. It’s actually sort of nice. “Hmmm… not bad,” I say.

“That’s my girl!” she says, looking proud. “I’ll make a lesbian of you yet.” I like to think I’m one already, but I don’t exactly love any girls yet, only my mum.

“Come on, Misty,” she says. “Let’s take a shower together.”

Oooh, yes, I love showering with Mum! Her skin is like alabaster, I think to myself. I’m not exactly sure what alabaster looks like, but it has a nice sound to it.

In the bathroom she sits on the loo, relieving herself. I like it when she lets me watch her pee; it’s so intimate. I always let her watch me, too — always leaving the bathroom door open, smiling at her when she walks past and pauses to look.

“Your Gran used to drink my pee, you know,” she announces.

“What?” I’m aghast. “That sounds awful!”

“It’s an acquired taste. When you grow up, you should try it. My mum would let me pee on her in the bathtub. We called it a golden shower, or watersports. Lots of lesbians love it.” Is she making that up just to be funny? I find it hard to believe.

Her stream ends, and Mum wipes herself, then slides her bum to the front of the toilet seat and leans back. “Care to shave my cunt, darling?”

I can only stare, my heart racing. Shave Mum? Right then, I can’t think of anything I’d rather do. “Okay, sure,” I answer, trying to seem much calmer than I really am.

Reaching over for a bright orange tube of shaving cream, she hands it to me. “Use this,” she says. “Put some in the palm of your hand, then spread it all over my cunt.”

My heart is racing even faster than before. Although I’ve spent what probably adds up to hours looking at Mum’s naughty bits when she eagerly shows them off to me, I’ve never actually touched her there. No time like the present, I think, squirting a dollop of the shaving cream into my hand. Kneeling before my mother, I reach out to touch between her legs.

She watches as I apply the stuff. “Put plenty on… more than that, darling… that’s it, now shave me. Put your finger over my clit, so you don’t accidentally cut it.” I’m getting more excited with every second. Mum’s clitoris seems bigger than usual, so I wonder: is she getting aroused from my touch? God, I hope so!

Using Mum’s razor, I carefully shave her whole pubic area, from the tops of her thighs to her mound, then wipe the excess cream off with a washcloth. “Okay, all done,” I finally say.

“Check to make sure it’s nice and smooth,” she says.

I run my hand all over Mum’s vulva, and it seems pretty well shaved to me. “It… it feels fine,” I mumble. God, I can’t believe that I’m actually getting to touch my mother between her legs. She feels warm and nice down there, too.

“I think you missed a bit, darling. Why don’t you shave me once more?” I glance up and into her twinkling eyes, knowing that she’s just making an excuse for me to touch her again.

I repeat the task — adding more cream, wiping the razor, squeezing Mum’s lips between my fingers to keep them clear while I shave her, then use the damp washcloth to bathe away the foam. Once more, I press my hand to her cunt, feeling all over. It’s perfect, but I’m not ready to stop touching my mother.

“Thank you, my darling. That was fun, wasn’t it?” I nod my head vigorously. “When you grow hair down there, will you let me shave it off?”

“Absolutely!” I affirm.

“Gran used to let me shave her. It was one of the ways she showed how much she loved me.”

I longed to know more. “What else did you do?”

“She liked to run her hand up the inside of my thigh until her fingers were under my knickers, pressing against my cunt. She’d ask me to stand in front of her and lift my dress to show the undies I wore… if I happened to be wearing any, that is. I was about ten when she first did that to me, touched my cunt.”

“Ten! That’s even younger than me!”

“Oh, yes, and I was every bit as cute as you are. She just couldn’t help herself. We liked to take showers together, and she would lather my body up with suds, then stood behind me, soaping my flat chest, teasing my nipples with her fingers. Then her hands slid down my tummy till she was rubbing my sweet little cunt, back when it looked just like yours does now. The first time my mother ever made me come, that’s how she did it.

“After that, Mum touched me that way every day for months. Then one afternoon while we were in the shower, I decided I wanted to do those things to her. I got behind and reached round to put soap all over her titties… and that felt so lovely that I just had to reach down and do her cunt as well. Mum said, ‘Put your fingers in me, my darling,’ and that’s how I learned how to masturbate. Not on my own, but from doing it to my mother.”

“It’s hard to believe,” I say, though I can picture it perfectly in my head.

“Don’t think of her as you remember her. Your gran was in her late forties when she died and still quite sexy, but I’m speaking of when she looked more like I do now.”

“So… she was sexy like you, Mummy?”

“Like us, my darling.”

“I need to pee,” I tell her.

She gives me a long look as she sits, leaning back, her legs parted. “Okay, so straddle me.” She slides her bum to the back of the seat. “Stand with your legs either side of my thighs and pee between my legs into the bowl.”

This is going to be so much fun. I position myself carefully, hold my cunt open with my fingertips, and pee, but I was a bit too close to Mum, and splashed her belly. “Oops! Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I like being peed on, really. Go on, do it again.” This time, my stream hits the area I just shaved, flows down over her lips and into the loo. Mum is grinning hugely. “This is deliciously dirty,” she says. “We’re having our own golden shower.”

My stream wavers, wetting the inside of her thighs. “How’s that?”

Mum she smiles up at me, adoration on her face. “Oh, Misty, my darling little girl. You’re getting me so excited! Next time, let’s do it in the shower and you can pee on my tits.”

I laugh, but now the idea doesn’t seem quite so strange. If Mum wants to do it, I’m perfectly willing. “Sure, Mum.”

“Now let’s get cleaned up.”

We step into the shower and I adjust the water temperature. Mum squirts bath gel on her hands, stands behind me and lathers my shoulders, my back and my bum cheeks, slipping a hand right between my legs to stroke my cunt. Then, with another shot of gel, she reaches around me and does my chest.

“Can I do to you what Gran did to me?” she whispers in my ear.

“Yes!” I cry, excitedly. “Wash my cunt, Mum. Do what Gran did, I want you to!”

With one arm around my waist, Mum slides a soapy hand down over my tummy, pressing it between my legs. This is the first time she’s ever touched my cunt, though I’ve been wanting her to do something like this for ages.

Her finger trails through my slit, and a warm glow spreads through my tummy, then into my entire body. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Okay, maybe something like when I touch myself I’m in bed, but a hundred times more thrilling. I think the word for how I feel might be “lust.”

I lean back against my mother, her breasts against my back, spreading my feet apart to give her better access. A choked cry escapes my lips when Mum’s middle finger penetrates me, about an inch or so. My knees are so weak that I can hardly stand.

“Are you okay, Misty?” she whispers.

“Yes, Mummy! Do it to me!” I cry. Taking hold of her wrist, I drive her finger deeper, all the way into my cunt. She rolls it around a bit, then inserts another. Before I know it, she’s thrusting them in and out, her arm churning like a piston. I’m being fingered by my own mother, and I don’t care if it’s wrong, because I’m fucking loving it!

“My darling sexy girl,” she murmurs, “you’re making me so happy. I love you with all my heart!”

That’s when it happens. I come in a surge of ecstasy, waves of heat licking through my abdomen, spreading to all parts of my body. I slump and nearly swoon, but Mum’s strong arm around my waist keeps me from falling. I can hear myself making all kinds of loud sounds, like those lesbians on the internet videos I watch, but my cries aren’t faked.

I’m blown to smithereens and carried up to heaven, then I slowly condense and drift back down to earth.

Mum kisses my neck, then turns me round to face her. “Did you come?”

I smile and nod. “It was awesome, Mummy. Like nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before. Like I was on fire!”

“I knew you were aroused, because your cunt was so wet when my fingers went into you.”

“Oh, I was turned on from earlier in the bedroom,” I say, “when you were looking at my cunt and letting me look at yours, and also on the loo when we played our pee game.”

The shower has rinsed all the soap from our bodies, so we step out and towel each other off, our hands lingering in what once were forbidden places, but now are new territory to be further explored. Casting the big Turkish towel to one side, Mum takes my hand and leads me into her bedroom.

I flop onto her bed, lying back with my feet on the floor, giving her a good look at me. She never seems to tire of the sight. Mum looks between my legs for a long while, then sighs. “One day, after you reach puberty and grow tits and hair, your world will open up and you’ll discover boys, and I’ll lose you, Misty.”

“No, not boys, Mummy, girls! I’m gonna be a lesbian, like you.”

She smiles. “Oh, I hope so, I really do! And you’ll be ready for them. I want to teach you everything I know about sex between girls, but I never want to forget how erotic you look right now.” Mum studied my nude body. “Misty, may I take a few pictures of you?”

“Like this?” My heart leaps. “In the nude?”

“Completely naked, with those lovely slender legs parted in invitation, yes. Where’s my phone…? Oh, it’s downstairs. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec.”

As soon as she leaves the room, I leap to my feet and open the top drawer of her dresser where she keeps her knickers. Rifling through them, I find a skimpy pair of transparent nylon ones that are split from the waist in the front down and up to the waist at the back. Wow, crotchless knickers! I’ve seen ones like this on the internet. I step into them, then look at myself in the mirror, pulling the gap at the front open. Now this looks sexy, much better than that awful thong.

Coming back into the room, Mum pauses in mid-motion at the sight of me, then grins. “Shit! I was saving those as a surprise for you, but now that you’ve found them I think I should’ve worn them earlier. They do set off your sweet little cunt quite deliciously.”

“I’m delicious? Sounds like you wanna eat me, Mummy.” I’m perfectly aware of the double meaning of the word “eat”. Lesbians on the internet write a lot about doing oral sex, after all.

She gave a thoughtful nod. “You know, that’s what I said to my mum one day when she was giving me a massage. She stroked and rubbed my back and my bum, then rolled me over and ran her hands all over my tummy and thighs — and every few seconds, her fingers would brush my cunt. I could feel myself getting wet.

“Imagine it. I was eleven, just like you, a couple of years from being a woman. I had my legs spread wide apart, and my cunt was juicy as it could be, so I wasn’t too surprised when Mum got down between my thighs, pressed her lips to me and began to lick.

“It felt so amazing that I almost peed myself. She licked me so nicely, like those lesbian videos you love to watch, that I don’t have to describe it in detail. I’ll just say that Mum sent me to heaven with her mouth. She made me come within minutes! It was my very first orgasm, and I’ll remember it as long as I live. Afterward, she held me in her arms, and I cried tears of happiness.” She falls silent, lost in thought, then snaps back into the moment. “Anyway, let’s take a picture.”

She aims her phone at me and the flash goes off, then she sits beside me to show me the shot. There I am, a preteen nymphet on my back wearing crotchless knickers with my legs spread wide, quite deliberately flaunting my cunt for the camera — and anyone who wants to look at the picture, for that matter.

“Wow!” I breathe. “That’s so dirty – in a good way, I mean.”

Mum sits beside me, puts an arm around my shoulder and looks at the screen. “Yes, you’re my dirty little girl, my darling little minx!” I giggle. “My shameless little exhibitionist, so willing to expose her most intimate parts to her mummy. The dirtier you are, the more I love you, Misty.”

I snuggle into her. “I love you too, Mummy. Can I take a picture of you now?”

Without a word, she goes over to the dresser and sits on it with one foot up, the other on the floor, her cunt lewdly displayed. She gives the phone a “come-and-get-me” look as I take the picture.

“Now I want one of you in these knickers,” I say, slipping them off and handing them to her. Mum pulls them on and sits on the chair, her feet up on the seat so that not only is her cunt on show, her bum hole is, too. I take another picture, and it looks even more wicked than the first.

“Back in a sec,” she says, darting out room, reappearing seconds later with a pair of my white cotton knickers. “I got these from the laundry hamper. You wore them yesterday.” As she holds them up to her face and inhales, I’m on my knees before her, tugging the crotchless ones down her legs. She hands me mine and I hold them open for Mum to step into, pulling them all the way up to her hips.

We stand side by side in front of the mirror, admiring each other. She looks like an older version of me with tits. I aim the phone, turn off the flash, and touch the shutter icon. There’s enough light for the camera to catch everything in perfect detail. Just like me, she’s displaying a prominent camel toe.

Mum presses a palm against her mound. “I’m thinking about how your cunt was in these knickers all day, and now mine is there. This is so fucking erotic!” She’s weird, but I still love her.

She starts a little dance. “Two little girls from school are we,” she sings to the tune of Gilbert and Sullivan, “two little girls from school.”

I laugh. “We should be on the stage, huh?”

For a moment I picture us both in an auditorium with a huge audience of gay girls as we perform naked for them. It makes my tummy tingle.

“Maybe I could be a stripper when I grow up. Do they have strippers in lesbian bars?”

“I’m not sure; I’ve never seen one, but they do have quite a few gay girls in the audience in strip clubs. Hell, every female stripper I’ve ever known was a dyke.”

“But there’d be men at those places, right? No, thank you! I’m a girl’s girl.”

“I want you to lie down at the top of the bed now, sweetie.” I do so and Mum sits beside me, takes one of my pigtails and ties it to one of the vertical brass rails at the head of the bed, using a simple thumb knot, then does the same with the other. From her closet, she produces a belt from one of her bathrobes and ties my wrists to the bar across the top. Gripping my feet, she lifts my legs up and ties my ankles to the bar, closer to the center. Now my shoulders and upper back are on the bed and my bum high up in the air, both my holes now on full display.

I feel so deliciously exposed and vulnerable as Mum takes a picture of me. “Oh, this is one for the ages!” she declares, showing me the screen. Such a sexy sight, it makes me shiver.

Heart racing with excitement, I nervously moisten my lips. “What are you going to do to me, Mummy?”

“What would you like me to do?” she fires back.

“Um… you could spank me.”

Mum shakes her head. “That can wait. I have plans for spanking you later.”

That gets me thinking. “How ‘bout this: we can pretend you’ve kidnapped me and taken me to your secret lair where you sexually molest little girls. Do whatever you like to me, anything at all. You could lick my cunt and bum hole. You could tickle my pussy with your vibrator.” Mum’s eyes widened slightly. “Yeah, I know you’ve got one; I found it on the shelf in your closet. You could put it inside me; I’d love that!”

She grinned, joining me in my wild fantasy. “Oh, I’ve got more than one. I could fuck both your holes at the same time. You’re too young to be fisted, but I’d love to try that on you when you’re older. I could straddle your body and pee all over you… but no, that’d involve too much dirty laundry, forget that.”

“I know! You could pinch your nipples until they’re nice and hard, then push one into my cunt!”

“What a vivid imagination you’ve got, my love. Hold on, though, I’ve got an even better idea.” From the small cupboard at the bottom of the bedside table, she brings out a bottle of wine and a glass. Taking a towel from her closet, she folds it in half and slides it under my bum. She uncorks the bottle, places the top between my cunt lips, then upends it. Little bubbles rise in the bottle as the liquid flows into me and when it starts to leak, she quickly removes the bottle, bends down and clamps her lips to my cunt, sucking the wine out.

Once Mum has emptied me, she sits back and, in the pompous voice of a wine connoisseur, says, “Ah, yes, a cheeky, fruity little number. Promiscuous, yet with a hint of autumn decadence.” I laugh, in spite of how incredibly aroused I am. She’s never put her mouth on me like that before!

She pours wine into my cunt and drinks again. Filling me a third time, she presses the wineglass against my perineum and lets the dark red liquid trickle into it. Holding it to my lips she whispers, “For you, my sweet,” and tilts it to fill my mouth. To be honest, it just tastes like wine, but thinking about where it’s been is the thrilling part.

“Delicious!” I affirm, licking my lips. “Can I drink from you now, Mummy? Please?”

“Later, my love. You’ll be spending a lot of time with your face in my cunt, I promise… but right now, I want to show you how good it feels to have your pussy eaten.”

Waves of pure love sweep through me, and I feel my heart hammering in my chest. At last, at long last, all those fantasies I’ve had about my mother are going to come true.

Mum sets the bottle aside and presses her lips to my cunt once more — only this time, she pushes her tongue into me, then licks my slit up and down. Her tongue flicks at the little bump of my clit which, though still immature, throbs in response.

I want to stroke Mum’s hair, but I’m immobilised, too filled with emotion to move. She reaches up and places her hands on each side of my rib cage, using her thumbs to stroke my nipples. Small as they are, they stiffen instantly. I feel hot and cold at the same time — how can that be?

Taking her hands away from my chest, Mum carefully opens my cunt, gazing at the wetness inside. I can see the hunger in her eyes, and it’s nearly enough to make me come right then, though I somehow manage not to. I want to make this last.

With one arm, Mum gropes for the phone on the bedside table, her eyes never leaving me. Once it’s in her grasp, she brings it between my legs and takes a picture from about six inches away.

Even though I’m aroused like never before, I feel my thighs beginning to cramp, straining against the awkward position that Mum has me bound in.

“You need to untie me, Mummy.” I tell her. She frees my bindings and unties my pigtails and I sit up, rubbing my wrists. She shows me the last picture. There I am, my little girl’s cunt spread wide, the pink cavern open for all to see.

“When I download this to my computer,” Mum says, “it’s gonna look awesome on the sixty-inch TV. Think of it, a five-foot wide image of my little girl’s cunt on the wall. What a terrific dinner conversation piece.” My eyes light up. “I’m joking, kiddo.”

I wish she weren’t. “I wouldn’t mind, Mummy. I’d be proud.” She smiles. I stand and stretch, loosening my limbs as I look at her. She’s still wearing my white knickers, which are now soaking wet between her legs. I can smell the sharp aroma of sex on the air; she must be as turned on as I am.

“You mentioned something about fisting?” I say. I’m familiar with the concept, thanks to internet videos. Does Mum want me to do that to her? I wonder.

“Let’s take a break, darling. It’s nearly dinner time.” My face must have fallen, because Mum takes me in her arms and hugs me. “Oh, my love, don’t pout. There’ll be plenty of opportunities for us to do naughty things together, stuff that your Gran and I did that I haven’t told you about. Go and get dressed and I’ll see you downstairs.”

In my room, I take out a clean vest and knickers and look once more into the mirror, seeing the same little girl who stood there earlier. I might look the same, young, sweet and innocent, but I’ve changed. I’m a girl who has sex with her own mother! Am I some kind of freak? Is Mum one, given her lust for me, her own eleven-year-old child?

Whatever, I don’t care. I love her and I’m going to express my love in every way possible. Because I know that’s what makes her happy, and I want that more than anything.

On to Part Two!

By Girl Lover

The next morning, Emily happily skipped out of her room. Last night, she had fallen in love with the beautiful princess who kissed her.

“Hey, kiddo. You’re up early,” her mom greeted her.

Emily grabbed the Apple Jacks cereal and poured herself a bowl, “I’m going to go over to Kerry’s house. She’s got Calico Critters.”

“It’s too early. They’re probably still waking up.”

“Uhh!” Emily scowled. After she finished her cereal, she sprawled on the couch, watching the clock till it was nine. “Can I go over now?” she implored.

Glancing at the time, mom answered, “Yeah, I guess it’s okay.”

Emily ran out the door to Ms Sanders’ house. When she came to the door, she took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She knocked. Several seconds later, the door opened.

“Emily?” Ms Sanders was in a robe, her eyes blinking at the bright sunshine coming through the door. She looked as if she had just woken up.

“I was wondering if…” Emily stammered.

“Yes um… come on in. Kerry’s in her room.”

Emily stepped inside, but made no effort to go to Kerry’s room. She was too nervous to even look up at Ms Sanders. “I wanted to ask you… ”

“Emily…” Ms Sanders bowed her head, “I’m so sorry about what I did last night. I… I never should have done that.”

Emily felt tears coming to her eyes. The kiss had meant so much to her.

To Ms Sanders’ great surprise, Emily looked heartbroken.

“Emily… ” she knelt down, lifting up Emily’s chin with her finger, “What is it?”

“I liked it,” came Emily’s whispered reply.

Ms Sanders’ jaw dropped, “You did?”

Emily nodded.

A long silence hovered over them as Ms Sanders contemplated before deciding.

“I liked it too. I was so afraid that I scared you.”

Emily whispered, “Can you kiss me again?”

Ms Sanders raised up and went over to the couch, sitting down, “Emily… if I were to do that, it could take us on a long road that we really shouldn’t go on.”

“I really want to.”

Ms Sanders blinked a few times, thinking, Well, what are you going to do?

She looked at the willingness in Emily’s eyes, then turned to look down the hall at Kerry’s closed door. For a long time, she didn’t say anything, simply stared at the floor, then, “Could you come over later, about ten?”

Emily nodded.

The gears in Ms Sanders’ head started turning before she even realized what was happening.

Okay… Megan’s not due back till late this afternoon. I’ll drop Kerry over at my sister’s house. That way, we’ll have the house to ourselves.

She stood up and went over to the door, “Go back home and come back in an hour.”

Emily smiled, “Okay.”

Ms Sanders smiled back, “I’ll see you at ten.”

Emily departed. As she turned at the end of the driveway, she turned and waved. Ms Sanders waved back then went to her purse, pulled out her phone and dialed her sister’s number. On the second ring, she heard, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey Susan… uh, can you watch Kerry for a few hours?”

“Sure. What’re you doing?”

“Oh, I was, umm… just going to meet someone for lunch.”

“Ooh! Anyone special?” Susan teased.

“No! Well, maybe… kinda… ” Ms Sanders never was good at lying.

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. I’m uh… just trying to feel this guy out. You know… just testing the waters.”

“Okay, sure,” Susan laughed, “Well, we’ll see you in a little bit.”

Ms Sanders hung up, feeling sick to her stomach. She had never lied to her sister before, but this was something that her sister wouldn’t understand. Even she didn’t understand it. No one would. She glanced at the clock. 9:07. She still needed to take a shower before dropping Kerry off. She stepped into Kerry’s room, to find Kerry lying on the floor with her crayons and coloring book spread before her.

“Get dressed, sweetie. I’m taking you over to Aunt Susan’s for a while.”

Kerry looked up at her, “How come?”

How come? Jeez, how am I supposed to answer that?

Ms Sanders thought before replying.

“Because… I’m meeting someone.”

She really didn’t want to lie to her daughter and she really wasn’t. She was meeting someone. Emily.

“Who?”

“Uh… A friend from work.”

Okay, that’s a lie.

“Why?”

“Because… we’re… going over some things from work.”

Damn, another lie.

“What?”

Ms Sanders gaped at her daughter in disbelief.

“Can you just get dressed!”

Ms Sanders jumped in the shower, her feelings a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Afterwards, she slipped on jeans, a T-shirt, a little make-up and then went to check on Kerry.

“You ready?” Kerry nodded as she grabbed her crayons and coloring book.

They drove to Aunt Susan’s house as Ms Sanders’ thoughts continued to run wild.

It’s just another kiss. Maybe a few kisses… and possibly more.

Her eyebrows raised at that thought.

More? Yes, more could happen. A lot more.

She caught a glimpse of her daughter, sitting in her car seat, humming a song to herself. She quickly looked away, suddenly ashamed of what she was about to do to someone else’s daughter.

My God! Look what I’ve become.

Five minutes later, Kerry was eagerly ringing Aunt Susan’s doorbell. The door was opened by a thirty-five-year-old woman also in jeans and a T-shirt.

“Hey, Aunt Susan!”

“Hey, Squirt,” Susan replied before asking Ms Sanders, “So, you decided to give my friend another chance?”

“No! It’s no one you know. Just a friend from work.” She quickly looked down. She hated lying.

“Well, have fun. You can tell me about it later.”

Ms Sanders quickly drove back home and practically ran up to the front door.

My God! How bad do I want this?

She saw that there were still several minutes till ten so she sat on the couch and waited.

No, I need a drink first.

She poured herself a glass of wine and brought it back to the couch.

She sipped her wine, staring at the clock, nervously.

We’re just going to kiss, nothing more. And if we wanted to do more, we could… NO! You’re only going to kiss! And maybe touch her a little. That’s it. Nothing else. Maybe Susan could keep Kerry and Megan overnight… STOP!

Ms Sanders sighed.

Yeah, there’s no doubt about it. I’m going straight to Hell for this.

Just before ten, as she was peeking out the window towards Emily’s house, she saw the little girl come running out of her house and up to the door. Ms Sanders quickly opened it as the girl bounced up the steps.

“Come in!” Ms Sanders nervously waved her in before any nosey neighbors could see her there. “What did you tell your parents?”

“I told them I’d be playing with Kerry.”

Ms Sanders was so nervous that once Emily arrived, she didn’t know quite what to do at this point. She sat on the edge of the couch, looking anxious. It reminded her of being nervous on a first date. Emily, looking quite calm herself, came over and sat beside her, looking at her.

“Would you like a drink?” Ms Sanders offered.

“No, thank you,” Emily quietly replied, still watching her expectantly.

Ms Sanders took a deep breath, taking another gulp from her glass of wine. Looking over at Emily, she imagined the words, ‘FRAGILE. HANDLE WITH CARE’ written on her forehead.

Ain’t that the truth, she muttered to herself.

She took another sip and breathed out slowly. Then turning so she was facing Emily, she ever so slowly leaned closer and placed her lips on Emily’s. She pulled back, trying to read Emily’s face for what she was feeling.

“Can we do that again?” Emily asked.

Ms Sanders smiled, partly from relief, and leaned over more confidently, pressing her lips against Emily’s a little harder and holding it a little longer. On a hunch, Ms Sanders decided to take a quick peek to see if Emily’s eyes were closed and sure enough, they were wide opened, staring back at her. She pulled back a little, slightly giggling at Emily’s humorous expression

“Close your eyes, dear.”

Emily did and they resumed kissing.

When Ms Sanders pulled away, Emily fell forward slightly, her eyes still closed and in a daze.

“Well?” Ms Sanders asked curiously.

Emily said quietly, “It was really… wow!”

“Good?”

“Yeah!” the girl nodded, “Can we do it some more?”

Ms Sanders smiled and nodded. This time, her nervousness was gone and there was no hesitation. She kissed Emily passionately, her tongue lightly skimming over the little girl’s lips.

Emily kissed her back in her own fumbling way.

Ms Sanders’ hands, seemingly of their own accord, went to Emily’s legs, then up to her waist, wrapping around her back, pulling Emily against her. Sensing this, Emily wrapped her arms around Ms Sanders in return. Their kissing deepened and despite what she had told herself earlier, Ms Sanders wanted more.

Her hand slid underneath the waistband of Emily’s jeans till Ms Sanders felt her soft vulva.

Emily sucked in her breath and pulled away.

Ms Sanders pulled her hand out, chastising herself for going too far. But to her shock, Emily smiled, saying, “That felt good.”

Ms Sanders’ whispered, “You liked it?”

“Mm-hm.”

“You know what?”

“What?”

“It feels good to me too.”

“Can you feel it too?” Emily asked in amazement.

Ms Sanders nodded as the sound of her own heavy breathing came to her ears.

This is it. What I want is way beyond just kissing.

Her fingernails grazed against Emily’s skin.

“Is this alright?”

Emily nodded, her breathing slow and deep, her eyelids drooping.

She wants this just as much as I do, Ms Sanders realized.

She licked her lips and in a trembling voice, slowly asked, “Would it be okay if I were to take my shirt off?”

Emily nodded, her expression obviously wanting this.

Ms Sanders pulled her T-shirt up over her head and reaching around, unclasped her bra, pulling it off too, making her breasts bounce.

Emily’s mouth dropped and she froze, whispering, “So big!”

“Would you like to touch them?” Ms Sanders asked.

Emily looked up at her to make sure.

“Go ahead. I know you want to.”

Emily, ever so delicately, placed her hand on Ms Sanders’ breast, gently squeezing it, then reached out with her other hand to the other breast. She spent a few minutes just squeezing and caressing them.

Ms Sanders’ eyes closed as her own breathing slowed, feeling something that she hadn’t felt in so long. It was no longer a question of wanting this, but of needing this.

“Can I take off your shirt too,” Ms Sanders asked in a husky voice.

Emily nodded.

Ms Sanders pulled up the hem of her shirt.

Emily lifted her arms over her head as her shirt came off.

They each touched the other till Ms Sanders couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Can… can I take my pants off too?” Ms Sanders barely recognized her own voice as it trembled.

“Yeah,” Emily’s voice was barely a whisper.

Ms Sanders unbuttoned her pants, her hands shaking with each button, kicked off her shoes, then lifted her butt to pull her pants off along with her panties.

Emily stared at Ms Sanders’ thick dark pubic hair, whispering, “Wow!”

Ms Sanders smiled, “Big bush, huh?”

Emily giggled, “Yeah!” She touched it lightly, “It’s soft.”

With tentative hands, the little girl explored the soft, resilient wonder between Ms Sander’s legs. Emily’s gentle, timid fingers lightly petting her vulva sent shivers of delight through her body.

“I really like it when you touch me,” Ms Sanders purred.

They stared into each other’s eyes, gliding their hands, occasionally kissing. Their foreheads touched.

“God, I love kissing you.” Ms Sanders tickled Emily’s tummy, causing her to shriek with laughter.

RIINNGG…

Startled, Ms Sanders jerked up. She turned to look at her phone on the nearby coffee table and picked it up, glancing at it.

“SHIT!! It’s Susan! Emily!… Emily!… SSHHH!” She beseeched the little girl who was still laughing, “It’s my sister! Please be quiet. She can’t know you’re here.”

Emily grew very quiet upon seeing the serious look in Ms Sanders’ eyes.

RIINNGG… .

Why is Susan calling?

Ms Sanders suddenly felt sick.

She took a deep breath, then answered, “H-hello?”

“Mommy?” She heard Kerry’s voice.

“Yes, baby.”

“Whatcha doin’?”

Her face suddenly felt very hot as she looked at her own nakedness and Emily’s too.

She quickly looked away. “I’m uh… with a friend from work.”

“Can we have pizza tonight cuz we haven’t had it in a long time and I really want some.”

Ms Sanders closed her eyes as her stomach felt queasy, “Sure, honey.”

“Can we also… ” Ms Sanders couldn’t hear Kerry’s voice anymore. All she heard was her guilty conscious. The lies. The sneaking around. Risking her family and job. And for what? To make out with a seven-year-old girl.

“Mommy! You’re not listening!”

“I-I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I said, ‘Can we watch Beauty and the Beast tonight?’”

“Yeah. sure. Look, honey, I have to go. I’ll see you in a little bit, okay? I love you.”

“Love you too, Mommy. Bye!”

The phone hung up, she sat still for a minute, hunched over, her phone in one hand, her head in the other.

I just did the very thing that I pray doesn’t happen to my own daughters.

“Do I have to go now?”

Emily’s sad voice came to her.

“Yes.” Ms Sanders couldn’t even bring herself to look at the girl, “What we did… I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?”

“Because… I did a very bad thing to you. I lied. I went behind your parents’ backs. You’re just a child. If anyone found out about this… what I did… I will lose my daughters, my home, my job… everything! You need to go home and we can never do this again.”

“But why?” Emily sounded hurt and confused, “What’s wrong with… ”

“Emily, please try to understand. I can go to jail, lose my kids. I can’t risk my family. We can’t do this! I… I can’t do this.”

A tear coursed down Emily’s cheek. “We were just kissing!”

“I was doing more than just kissing,” Ms Sanders paused, “I was… going to make love to you. And that’s what could get me in so much trouble. People will think that I made you do these things. They’ll say that I hurt you.”

“But you didn’t!” Emily protested, “I want to kiss you and… and… what’d you call it?”

“Making love.”

“So, what’s so bad about making love?”

“Nothing. It’s just that only grownups are supposed to do it so kids won’t get hurt.”

“But you wouldn’t hurt me. Why can’t I do it?”

Ms Sanders sighed. For all of Emily’s questions, Ms Sanders couldn’t figure out why it would be wrong for her and Emily to kiss or make love.

“I don’t know, Emily.”

“If we both want to, then why is it wrong? It’s not fair! I think it’s stupid!”

That brought a smile to Ms Sanders, who had to agree, “No, it’s not fair.”

“What is making love anyway?” Emily asked.

Ms Sanders thought a bit.

“Making love… is about being attracted to someone and showing them how much you love them, and how you want them to feel good.”

Emily looked confused.

“How do you make them feel good?”

“Well… by touching… and kissing and other things. When we were kissing and holding each other, did it feel good to you?”

“Yeah.” There was another brief silence before Emily said quietly, “I really liked it. Can’t we do more of that making love stuff?”

Ms Sanders bit her lip and didn’t answer for quite a while.

“Emily… if we were to do this, you can never tell anyone. Not your parents, your friends, no one. Not even Kerry. In fact, especially not Kerry. Do you understand?”

Emily nodded.

“I want you to give this a lot of thought and make sure you really want to, okay?”

“Okay, I’ve thought about it.”

“You’re supposed to think about it a little longer than that.”

“This is what I want!”

Ms Sanders saw the sincerity in her eyes and knew it was now up to her.

“This is what I want too.”

***

Ms Sanders felt the cool air on her naked body. Beside her sat the little seven-year-old girl, topless. Ms Sanders took another gulp of wine to settle her nerves.

“Well… since we both want this, I suppose we should go to my bedroom so we can be more comfortable.”

She stood up, taking Emily’s hand and leading her down the hall and into her bedroom. Picking up the girl in her arms, Ms Sanders slowly leaned close, brushing the girl’s lips with her own, breathing in her odor. Their lips touched and Ms Sanders felt Emily’s passion in their kiss. She crawled up on the bed, laying Emily down and unbuttoning the girl’s pants as she watched in awe.

‘This is crazy!… This is crazy!… This is crazy!… ’

Ms Sanders’ thoughts whirled through her head.

She pulled Emily’s pants down her legs, along with her panties as she momentarily stopped breathing. She had seen her daughters naked of course, but they were her babies. There was no lust there. But here… with someone else’s child… the lust was practically oozing out of her. She reached out to touch her, to make sure that this was actually happening and not just some crazy dream. She felt the smooth soft skin and heard the quiet giggle and knew that this was no dream. She bent over, softly kissing her flat nipples, her belly button, the soft folds of her tiny vulva. She glanced up to see how Emily was reacting to all this and stifled a giggle.

Emily’s eyes and mouth were wide open as if she had just seen a unicorn.

Ms Sanders purred, “Do you like this?”

Still in shock, the girl could only nod her head.

“You know…” Ms Sanders continued, “… if I keep doing this, the feeling gets better and better until it feels so good you don’t ever want it to stop. And when you think it can’t get any better, you get this super-duper good feeling that goes through your whole body. Better than anything you ever felt before.”

“For real?” Emily asked wondrously.

“Yes. I want to give it to you, Emily. Don’t be scared. Just enjoy it.”

Ms Sanders ran her hands along Emily’s smooth little body, laying her head between her legs. She kissed her vulva once again but this time she held it there, her tongue and lips stirring within, creating sensations within the girl that Emily didn’t comprehend but enjoyed nonetheless. From time to time, Emily’s thighs would jerk as the strange feeling coursed through her, faint at first but steadily growing stronger.

“M-Ms Sanders,… it’s starting… to feel… really, really good…!”

The girl panted hoarsely before giving out a moan. Her eyes had shut and her breath quickened. Her arms tensed up. She clenched the sheets in her hands as she sucked in little gasps.

Ms Sanders pulled back, afraid that the intensity was too much and tried to calm the girl, using her comforting ‘Mom’ voice.

“It’s okay, Emily. You’re coming. Just let it feel good.”

Emily gasped and heaved, as her body went rigid, in a kind of arch. Then, little by little, her body relaxed, her dazed eyes fluttering closed and her breathing becoming gentle again.

Holy crap! Ms Sanders thought, What an orgasm does to a child’s body is really something else!

She lay beside her, giving the sleeping child small comforting kisses and cradling her.

Eventually, Emily’s eyes fluttered open, blinking several times and asking sleepily, “Wha… wha was that?”

“An orgasm.”

“It was… it was like… I don’t know!”

“Pretty incredible, huh?”

“Yeah!” Emily beamed, “It was… ”

“The best feeling you ever had?”

“Yeah! It felt like busting a big balloon inside of me!” Emily threw out her arms. “Ms Sanders, how did you do that to me?”

Propped up on her elbow, her finger tracing circles around Emily’s nipples, Ms Sanders replied, “Why don’t you call me Nancy. I think we’re way past calling me ‘Ms Sanders’.”

“Nancy,” Emily beamed proudly.

The doorbell sounded from the living room: DIIING-DOOONG! They both froze in fear.

“Who the hell is that?” gasped Nancy in sudden panic.

Emily shrugged, her face looking just as alarmed.

Nancy jumped up, motioning to Emily to stay put, “Shhh! Just stay here. I’ll go see who’s at the door.”

She slipped into her bathrobe and slippers and went into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind her. She peeked out the window and her heart skipped a beat. It was Emily’s mom!

“SHIT!” She hissed under her breath, “SHIT!..SHIT!..SHIT! What’s she doing here?”

She turned back, seeing Emily peeking her head inquisitively out the bedroom door. “Who is it?” she mouthed.

Nancy whispered back, “It’s your mom!”

Emily’s eyes got big.

“Put your clothes on!”

Emily disappeared back inside the room and Nancy opened the door, silently cursing the interruption.

“Hi, Nancy. I need to run a few errands and was wondering if you could watch Emily for a few hours.”

Nancy blinked a few times in disbelief, not sure she heard right.

“Well, is it okay?”

“Oh! Yes, yes!” Nancy stammered, “Of course! That’s more than fine!”

“Oh, good. She was so excited to come over here. She just loves to play.”

Don’t I know it, Nancy remarked to herself.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you later. Thanks.”

Nancy watched as Emily’s mom walked back over to her house and then closed the door, breathing a sigh of relief.

First my daughter, then her mom.

Emily poked her head out again as Nancy walked back.

“It’s okay. Your mom’s going to be gone for a few hours and wanted me to watch you.”

Nancy saw that Emily had not gotten dressed and was still naked.

“Is watching all you want to do?” Emily asked, a sly smile on her lips.

Nancy shook her head, smiling while she dropped her bathrobe, “Uh-uh. I want to do a lot more than just watch.”

Emily went back to the bed and waited. Nancy crawled on the bed beside her.

“How come yours are so big?”

Nancy followed Emily’s gaze, “My boobs?”

Emily nodded.

“That’s just the way nature made me, I guess.”

“My mom’s aren’t this big. Hers are really small, but I like yours.” Emily moved closer. “They’re even bigger than my head.”

“D’ya wanna play with them?”

“Yeah! Can I?”

“That’s what they’re there for.”

Nancy then suggested, “Would you like to put it in your mouth?”

“It’s too big.”

“No, silly, not the whole thing,”

Nancy stroked her hair, “I mean, would you like to put the nipple in your mouth and suck on it?”

Emily made a face. ”You mean like a baby?”

“It doesn’t mean you’re a baby. It feels good and a lot of women enjoy it.”

With a skeptical look, Emily leaned over and placed her lips around the nipple. “Okay, now suck on it like a straw.”

Emily did then said, “Nothing’s happening.”

“Oh, it is. Just keep doing it.”

Emily resumed and Nancy felt a stir within her pussy at the sheer sight of it.

“How does it taste?”

“Like skin,” Emily responded.

She kept at it. Though she knew there wasn’t any milk, there was something about it that made her feel so good.

“Can I play with your pee-pee again?” Emily suddenly blurted out.

Again, there was that stir in her pussy. Nancy lay on her back, propped up on her elbows and spreading her legs wide, so that her sopping wet pussy was prominently exposed to the little girl.

Emily stared at it in awe as she came closer.

“Stick your finger inside to see what it feels like.”

Emily cautiously probed the opening and it tightened instinctively around her index finger.

“Deeper.”

“My finger’s stuck.” Emily tried to push in further and felt it slide in through the soft wetness.

“Oh, God!” Nancy gasped as she reached down to frig her clit. “Oh baby, put all of your fingers in me!”

Emily looked at her, her eyes wide. “They won’t fit.”

“They will, Baby. Just push them in.”

Emily laid her fingers together and tried pushing into the small opening. At first, it resisted, then with a sucking noise, her hand squeezed in.

Nancy groaned as Emily remarked. “This is really slimy.”

Nancy moaned from the exquisite feeling, her breathing laborious. She looked at Emily as her pelvic muscles tightened around the foreign intruder.

Emily felt this and tried to pull her hand out.

Nancy grunted, “Oh dammnnnn… ”

“Am I hurting you?” Emily saw the pained expression on her face.

“Oh, no, Baby… This feels… so good!… Keep doing it!”

Nancy’s brow wrinkled, her eyes gleaming with lust.

“Damn, Emily… You’re gonna… you’re gonna make me come!”

She clenched her fingers so tightly, they hurt.

“Don’t stop!… Ohhh, God… Oh, I love you! Yes! Yes! Make me come! Oh, yesss! Yesss! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”

A loud, wrenching cry tore from her throat as she abandoned herself to the most intense orgasm of her life. The more so because it was caused at the hands of a seven-year-old girl.

Nancy fell back, out of breath. For over a minute, she couldn’t move and just lay there, gasping for breath. As she came down from her high and felt as if she had enough energy to pull herself up, she moved to a sitting position. Reaching out, she took the little girl in her arms, kissing her, and pulling her down on top of her as she lay back down to rest again.

“Are you okay?” Emily asked, “You were shaking the whole bed.” She seemed genuinely concerned.

“Oh, baby, if you only knew.”

“Know what?”

“Well… remember your orgasm?”

No response.

“The big balloon that busted in you?” Nancy reminded her.

“Oh, yeah!”

“Well, imagine that, times ten.”

“So, I did good?”

“You did very good.”

Nancy kissed her.

“Better than my ex-husband… better than my vibrator… ”

She chuckled as she slowly stood up, her legs weak, her inner thighs wet from her pussy cream.

“I think we both need a shower.”

As they stepped under the spray of the shower, Nancy began lathering soap on both of them, pondering everything that had just happened.

Have I really just had sex with a little girl? And fawned myself before her like a wanton harlot!

Emily smiled up at her, somehow reconciling what they had done.

As they finished and were drying off, Nancy said, “Well, I sure built up an appetite. Are you hungry?”

Emily nodded.

“How ’bout some… fish and potatoes?”

“Okay.”

Emily followed Nancy out to the kitchen.

They were still nude which Emily particularly noticed as she stepped out of the hall and into the dining room. It was quite something else to be naked in someone else’s home and she half expected someone to walk in on her.

Nancy warmed up the food and brought it out on two plates. Emily dug in, her eyes still fixated on Nancy’s full hanging breasts, especially with how they seemed to bounce with every little movement.

They made silly faces at each other from time to time and the little girl’s giggles made Nancy’s heart leap with joy. Then out of the blue, Emily asked something that made Nancy nearly choke on her fish.

“Can we do this every day?”

After Nancy cleared her throat and got her breath back again, she thought of how to answer that.

“Ummmm… Well… Emily… You see… Ummm… This is something that we kinda hafta keep a secret.”

Emily nodded, “I know,” her big eyes staring at her innocently, “But I really want to.”

Nancy looked down, picking at her potatoes, “With my kids and your parents, I don’t know how we can keep it a secret.”

“But if I can come over and Kerry and Megan aren’t here, can we?”

She wants this as bad as I do, Nancy noticed. “Of course. Maybe I could think of a way for the girls to be out of the house and then we could.”

She could feel her nipples hardening under Emily’s gaze. Her legs spread open, seemingly of their own accord. Her greedy hungry pussy wanting more of this little girl.

“I’ll make arrangements with Susan to pick up the girls from school so we can be alone…” Nancy told her, the lust evident in her voice. And to compound what was happening, she noticed that Emily’s hand was under the table and from the way her arm was moving, knew she was rubbing herself.

Nancy took Emily’s hand and brought her over to the couch. Ohhhh… that evil couch. She knew what was coming and was powerless to stop it.

“Are we going to do it again?” Emily asked, her voice high with hope.

“Yes, Baby… Yes, we are.”

Nancy lay back on the couch, spreading her legs with one leg draped over the back. She patted the couch between her legs.

“C’mere, sweetie.”

Emily knelt on the couch between Nancy’s legs.

“Okay, put your leg over mine and lean forward… ”

Emily did as she was told, so that they were scissoring each other.

Nancy sighed at the touch of her own body against Emily’s.

“Ohhhh, yessssss, Emily… rock back and forth… Yea, just like that! Oh, God help me! Fuck! This feels soooooooo good!”

Emily rubbed herself against Nancy’s pussy, enjoying the obscenities coming from Nancy.

“Ohhh, GOD! Emily! Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder! You’re making me cuuuuuummmmmmm!”

Nancy grunted and moaned like a wild animal as she rode the wave of ecstasy. Finally, she laid back exhausted and Emily pulled back, looking at the big wet spot on the couch.

Nancy, her eyes closed, felt Emily sliding up her body and laying on top of her. Her head resting on her breasts as Nancy’s arms came around her.

Sometime later, Nancy opened her eyes and glanced over at the clock and started when she saw that two hours had passed.

“Oh God…” Nancy moaned, “We’ll need to shower again.” She patted Emily, “Wake up, dear.”

Emily stirred sleepily. “Come on, we need to get up and take another shower.”

Emily sat up, rubbing her eyes, “What for?”

“Because your mother will be here soon and we don’t want her to see you looking so, umm… unruly.”

They quickly showered and got dressed again. They sat on the couch together, Nancy deep in thought about whether this new relationship had any sort of chance. There were so many barriers, but what Nancy kept coming to was how happy she was in this moment and how much she dreaded having to sleep alone that night, with no one to share herself with.

“Emily… do you think your mom will let you spend the night?”

Emily gave a small gasp, “You mean…?”

“I really want to spend some more time with you, except that Kerry will be here also. My sister doesn’t want to deal with both girls at once for the whole night so she’ll only take one for the night and since I think it’ll be easier to keep our little secret from Kerry than from Megan, Kerry will be here with us.”

 

On to Chapter Three!

 

By Girl Lover

Emily happily walked home once school let out, eager to go to the neighborhood pool in her new swimsuit, a two-piece like the older girls would wear. She still couldn’t believe that her mom actually bought it for her yesterday instead of a one-piece. She hoped that some of her friends would be at the pool so she could show it off. Running through the door, she called out in a single breath, “Hi Mom!… I’m home!… I’m going to the pool!”

“Okay, don’t be out too late.”

Emily quickly undressed, and pulled out her new swimsuit from her chest of drawers. She slipped it on, humming a song, then looked in the mirror to see how it looked. She was pleased to see that she actually looked older, not like a little kid. She pulled on her sandals, grabbed her towel and eagerly ran out the door.

When she arrived at the pool, she saw that there was only a grandmother with a toddler. Disappointed that nobody else was there, she decided to hang out a bit to see if anyone else showed up. Throwing her towel on one of the deck chairs, she jumped in. The water was chilly but she soon got used to it. She practiced some underwater handstands, then when she surfaced, she heard the gate creak open, and turned to see who it was.

A middle-age woman, much older than her mom, with two young girls had come in. She recognized both girls. The older one was in sixth-grade, but Emily didn’t really know her, but the younger girl she definitely knew. It was five-year-old Kerry from the kindergarten class. They always played together during recess. They walked over to the deck chairs and laid their towels next to Emily’s. While their mother sat on the chair, rubbing sunscreen on herself, the two girls ran over and jumped in the pool.

Emily waded over to them, “Hi, Kerry!”

Kerry turned and smiled, “Oh! Hi, Emily!”

They played together for a while with the older girl who was Kerry’s sister, Megan.

“Kerry!”

Kerry turned to look over at her mom who called again, “Come here so I can put some sunscreen on you.”

Kerry waded over to the side of the pool with Emily following. They climbed out and went over, dripping a trail of water behind them.

“Why, hello there,” Kerry’s mom greeted Emily, cheerfully.

Emily didn’t respond but simply stared at her.

Kerry told her mom, “This is Emily. She’s in third grade.”

“I’m Ms Sanders. Are you enjoying the third grade?”

Emily nodded slightly but still didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at Kerry’s mom.

Ms Sanders rubbed sunscreen over Kerry’s body till Kerry protested, “That’s enough, Mom!” and ran back to the pool.

Ms Sanders asked Emily, “Would you like some sunscreen?”

Again, Emily simply nodded slightly, not saying a word. At first, Ms Sanders thought Emily’s awkward silence peculiar, but then figured out that Emily wasn’t staring at her face, but a bit lower… at her chest.

Ms Sanders smiled. It wasn’t the first time that her D-cup breasts had attracted attention. Sometimes, she welcomed the attention, other times, she resented it. It all depended on who did the staring and how they acted. In children however, it was always comical and Ms Sanders welcomed the flattering attention because she knew that there was no ill-will in it. They were simply admiring the view and this was what little Emily was certainly doing now. Ms Sanders finished with the sunscreen and Emily ran back to join Kerry.

Ms Sanders leaned back in the chair to relax. She didn’t really want to come to the pool when her daughters asked, but it sounded like a good way to have some leisure time to think.

The gate creaked open and a couple stepped inside.

Ms Sanders sighed depressingly. Just another reminder that she didn’t have anyone to share her life with.

It wasn’t too long since she had broken up with the only man that she had ever dated after her divorce a few years ago. She had dated him for a few months and at first, he seemed like the perfect guy but as time went on, little things began to reveal themselves that she had had no idea about.

First, there was the drug problem, then the twenty-three thousand dollars in debt which paid for the drug problem, then the embezzling money from his job which led to him losing that job, then the constant nagging…

Even the sex was bad. She never imagined that sex with a young hot guy could be bad, but it was. He was too aggressive. No sweetness or tender moments. The only reason she stayed with him so long was because she was afraid to leave and be alone again. She didn’t want to go through life alone. But eventually, she had to face up to the fact that given the choice of going through life with Patrick or going through life alone… she would rather be alone than with Patrick.

So, they broke up. It wasn’t an easy choice. She was forty-three years old with two children, and men simply aren’t looking for a middle-aged woman with kids to weigh them down. They want a younger woman with no baggage.

Everywhere she went, the grocery store, the school, the park, it seemed as if she would see some cute guy and for a moment, she would imagine what it would be like to be with him. To share moments with him. To have a companion who would hold her during the lonely nights in bed. To be in love. Though her daughters kept her from being lonely, it wasn’t the same. And every time that she would dream of what it would be like to be with some guy who was passing by, she knew that it would remain a dream.

Ms Sanders didn’t notice Emily in the pool stealing glances at her from time to time.

To Emily, she was the most beautiful woman, like a princess.

As the sun sank into the horizon, Ms Sanders called her daughters out to head for home. Emily came out too, knowing that she needed to go home also. As they left, Kerry asked Emily, “Do you want to go swimming again tomorrow?”

“Okay!” Emily responded.

“Mom, can we go swimming again tomorrow, puh-leassse!” Kerry pleaded.

“I don’t see why not. We’ll see you tomorrow, Emily.”

The next day after school, Emily couldn’t get to the pool fast enough. When she got there, her heart sank a little because they weren’t there and she had to wait. Though she was also waiting for Kerry, it was really her mom whom she was waiting for. It wasn’t long till Ms Sanders and Kerry came in.

Kerry ran over and hugged Emily, “C’mon!”

“Uh, I need to have some sunscreen first,” Emily timidly mentioned.

“Mom has some.” Turning to her mother still at the gate, Kerry yelled, “EMILY NEEDS SUNSCREEN!”

“Okay, okay. You don’t have to tell the whole neighborhood,” Ms Sanders replied as she came over.

Kerry threw her towel on the deck chair and jumped in the water as Emily waited for Ms Sanders.

“Hello again, Emily,” Ms Sanders greeted her, “I really love your suit.” To her surprise, the shy little girl said, “Thank you.” She also noticed that Emily’s eyes were still glued to her breasts.

As Ms Sanders began rubbing sunscreen along Emily’s arms and belly, she couldn’t help noticing how attractive the little girl was, quite attractive in fact. Rubbing some on Emily’s cheeks and nose, Ms Sanders thought, What an angelic face she has. There was something about her eyes; like a deep pool into which she was falling. She continued rubbing lotion on the back of her legs, noting that the bottom of Emily’s bikini was tucked into her butt crack a bit.

“Oh, your suit’s kinda wedged in here. Let me pull it out.”

She pulled it out, staring for a moment, thinking to herself, My, that is a cute little bottom… Wait! What?

She turned Emily around to make sure she didn’t miss any spots but instead caught herself gazing at the pouty outer lips of her vulva, framed perfectly against the thin fabric. I did it again! I was positively staring… no, leering at her privates! Why am I doing this?

“EMILY, C’MON!”

Kerry’s cry broke the silence between them and Ms Sanders said, “There, you’re all done.”

Emily ran along and joined Kerry but continued to gaze at Ms Sanders from time to time. She wasn’t even aware of it until Kerry would blurt out, “What’re you looking at?”

When it was time to leave the pool and they were drying off, Ms Sanders suddenly remembered, “Ooh drat! I meant to find a babysitter for Friday night.”

“Whadya need a babysitter for?” Kerry asked.

“I’m going to meet Aunt Susan for a drink.”

“Can I come?”

“No. I need to find someone to stay with you.”

“Not Megan!” Kerry objected.

“Megan can’t. She’s having a sleepover at her friend’s.”

Kerry sucked in her breath as she had an idea, “Emily can stay with me.”

Ms Sanders shook her head, “She’s too young, Kerry.”

“But the last babysitter wasn’t no fun. She wouldn’t play MarioKart with me.”

At which point, Emily herself gasped wide-eyed to Kerry, “You have MarioKart!”

“Yeah, we can play together…” Kerry babbled ecstatically before her mother interrupted, “Kerry, Emily’s too young.”

“But Moooommmm… ”

“I’m seven,” Emily added, hoping that would convince Ms Sanders.

Seeing how emphatic both girls were being, Ms Sanders sighed. Lifting her eyebrows, she thought, Maybe it could actually work.

“Emily, do you think you could stay with Kerry for a few hours on Friday night?”

Emily nodded vigorously.

“I can pay you ten dollars.”

Emily’s eyes widened.

“Do you think your parents will let you?”

“I’ll ask my mom!” Emily exclaimed excitedly.

Ms Sanders fished in her wallet, “Okay, here’s my number. Call me about what your mom says.”

On the way home, Kerry and Emily began making plans for all the fun they were going to have.

As Emily left to go back to her own house, Ms Sanders reminded her, “Call me after talking to your mom.”

“I will!” Emily replied before she ran to her house, bouncing with expectation for the night.

Emily pulled out her key and burst through the front door, “MOM!”

“I’m in my room.”

Emily hurried down the hall to her parents’ room. “Hey Mom, remember when you told me that if I had a job, I would understand the value of money?”

“Yesss…” Mom wondered where this was going.

“Well, Kerry’s mom needs a babysitter and she’s going to pay me ten whole dollars!”

“Kerry’s mom? Who’s Kerry?”

“She’s my friend from school. She needs a babysitter and her mom asked if I could do it. Can I? Can I?”

“Emily, you’re a little too young to… ”

“No I’m not! She’s not a baby! It’s not like I have ta change her diapers!”

Seeing this insistence, Mom sighed, “… Where do they live?”

“Next door. Well, on the other side of Mrs Lavine’s.”

“Babysitting…” Mom stood up, thinking about it, “You know it’s not just playing with Kerry. You have to make sure she’s safe and nothing bad happens. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“I am, Mom. Pleeeaaase… ”

“If at any time, you think you need help, you come get me, okay?”

Emily squealed with glee and hurried to the telephone, calling Ms Sanders’ number and blurting out, “My mom said yes, Ms Sanders!”

“Oh wonderful! Can you come over about 6:00 on Friday?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Actually, if you come around 5:30, it might be better.”

“I’ll be there! Thanks! Bye!”

Emily hung up and practically danced into her mother’s room, “Ms Sanders told me to be there by 5:30 this Friday.”

She felt so grown up. It was her first job and she was going to get ten dollars. She thought about how much fun she and Kerry would have and what she could spend the money on.

*****

After school let out on Friday, Emily packed a few things to take with her and waited with eager anticipation. At 5:30, she walked over to Ms Sanders’ and knocked on the door.

The door open and Kerry’s excited face briefly appeared before turning back, “MOMMMMM… EMILY’S HERE!”

Ms Sanders poked her head out from around a corner, her hands trying to put on an earring, “Hello, Emily.”

Emily followed Kerry to her room and when she entered, quickly ran over to the shelf on the wall, gasping, “You got Calico Critters! That’s so cool!” She picked up one of the tiny elephants, “It’s so cute!”

“And look at the koalas.”

The girls were still gushing about the adorable animals as Ms Sanders appeared in the doorway, “Emily, there’s a pizza in the kitchen if you’re hungry.”

Emily turned towards Ms Sanders and her breath caught.

Though it was a simple black cocktail dress, to Emily, Ms Sanders looked stunning. She didn’t even realize she was staring till Kerry broke her attention.

“What’re you looking at Mom for?”

Emily quickly looked away, embarrassed, and muttered, “Nothing.”

“Thank you so much for doing this,” Ms Sanders continued, “I really appreciate it. Kerry, be good while I’m gone, okay?”

“Okay, Mom,” Kerry responded casually, not even looking at her because she was too absorbed in the playsets in her hands.

The girls played and had fun till Kerry grew tired. Emily lay with her on her bed till she fell asleep. Several minutes later, Emily heard the car in the driveway and quietly got out of bed so she wouldn’t wake Kerry.

Ms Sanders opened the door and saw Emily coming out of Kerry’s room, closing the door behind her.

“How did everything go?” Ms Sanders asked.

“Good.”

Ms Sanders dug through her purse, pulled out a ten-dollar bill, and when she gave it to Emily, she looked at it excitedly before placing it in her pocket.

Ms Sanders strolled over to the fridge, “Would you like to have a soda?”

“Yes, please.”

Ms Sanders brought a soda as well as a glass of wine for herself. She sat down and reclined back, sighing, “Well, that certainly was a wasted evening. My sister was trying to set me up on a date with some creep. I could tell right away that there was no way I was going to go out with him.”

She glanced over at Emily, who was smiling back at her, with a seemingly star-struck look in her eyes. Ms Sanders straightened up, “If he was more like you… polite, attentive… beautiful…”

Once again, Ms Sanders felt herself falling into those eyes.

‘So beautiful,’ she mumbled, leaning closer without even realizing it. Her lips touched the girl’s for a few seconds.

Ms Sanders jerked herself back, alarmed at what she had just done. She grew even more horrified to see that Emily was just as shocked as she was.

“I… I’m sorry, Emily. I think I better take you home now.”

She stood up, unable to look at Emily.

Ms Sanders led Emily outside and they quietly walked over to Emily’s house. Neither spoke. Ms Sanders wanted to explain about the kiss, but she didn’t understand why she did it.

What if she tells her parents! What could I say!

She felt her heart pounding as they came to Emily’s front door and Ms Sanders breathed a silent prayer before knocking on the door. After an agonizing several seconds of waiting, the door opened.

“Oh! Hi, Nancy!”

“Jan! You’re Emily’s mother!” Ms Sanders exclaimed in disbelief.

She and Jan worked together at the same company, though in different departments and had known each other for a few years.

“Yes! I guess we never knew about each other’s kids. Emily just told me that she was going to be watching Ms Sanders’ daughter. I didn’t realize it was you. So, everything went well?”

Emily spoke suddenly, her voice full of happiness and excitement, “It was great, Mom!” as she pulled the ten-dollar bill from her pocket and showed it off.

“Oh, good. I thought she was too young but she wanted to do it so badly,” said Mrs Carmichael. Turning to Emily, she said, “Well, now you have some spending money. Say goodnight and get off to bed.”

Emily looked up at Ms Sanders, smiling, “Good night.”

“Good night,” Ms Sanders replied back, her voice hollow as she desperately searched Emily’s face for any sign as to what she was thinking, but there was none. Emily turned and went into the house.

Jan continued, “I’m glad she was able to help you. It really meant a lot to her to do such a grownup job and get paid for it. Do you want to come inside for a bit?”

“No, no. I really need to get back.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you at work Monday.” Jan closed the door.

Ms Sanders turned and released the breath she just realized she had been unconsciously holding, then began the walk back to her house. Finding out that it was her co-worker’s daughter that she had kissed made it even more nerve-wracking. She felt as if she were going to throw up.

Please don’t tell your parents what I did. Why, oh why, did I kiss you? What am I going to tell Kerry when she asks why you won’t come over?

She never saw Emily peeking out at her from her bedroom window.

To Chapter 2!