Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

I sipped at my iced tea, watching my mother as she stood at the kitchen counter, deftly chopping vegetables. God, it felt good to be home. I’d just finished a brutal year of college, and looked forward to a relaxing summer with Mom.

You might have heard of my mother, actually, except that I can’t tell you her name. She’s a fairly successful author of historical novels. She ditched my loser of a dad when I was ten, and has been content to live on her own ever since, raising me along the way. She’s still beautiful, and could easily have found another husband, but chose not to. I thought she simply wasn’t interested in finding a new love — but as you will soon see, there were a few things I didn’t know about my mother.

Anyhow, I’d just finished my tea when she said, “Would you get my glasses, honey? They’re on top of the short bookshelf in the study.”

I walked along the wide hallway over the deep pile carpet that we’d had since before I was born, absently looking for shapes and faces in the curlicues that adorned the wallpaper — something I’d enjoyed doing as a little girl. It always made me feel at home.

Mom’s study was also the house’s library, a room crammed to the ceiling with books filled with wondrous things. I’d read many of them growing up, and those thousands of pages I’d thumbed through had left me with a real thirst for the written word. I was very much my mother’s daughter in that respect.

Picking up her glasses, I wandered happily through the room, breathing deeply of that scent I loved so well — of paper, bound up in volumes of many hues and shades. Each one waited patiently, eager to be picked from its shelf and browsed; pages turned, ideas absorbed.

I seated myself behind Mom’s desk, allowing myself a leisurely carousel spin in her chair. As my last turn came to a slow stop, I spied a thin manuscript lying upside down on the desk with a bookmark I’d given my mother on my last visit — a laminated strip of Belgian postage stamps — inserted about halfway into it. Curious, I turned it over.

The title showing through the clear plastic cover startled me — My Daughter, My Lover, my mother’s name typed neatly underneath. I stared at the words, puzzled.

I began to flip though the pages, reading occasional passages, my eyes widening as I took in the story. My God, Mom had written a story about incest — lesbian incest, no less!

My body began to throb as I found myself quickly engrossed in this tale of a mother who takes her own daughter to bed and makes passionate love to her. My arousal only grew stronger as I pored through the part where the daughter returns the favor, licking her way down her mother’s body and eating her wet pussy.

Since the beginning of my freshman year of college I’d experienced lesbian sex many times and loved it, so to discover that Mom was writing stories like this was equally as exciting as it was shocking. And I could have been mistaken, I suppose, but… the character of the daughter seemed a lot like me.

I quickly turned back to the story’s beginning, skimming through the first few pages until I found a description of the girl. My heart thumped so loudly that it echoed in my ears as I took in my mother’s words.

Finally, I closed the thin binder and leaned back in the chair, staring at the story’s title. Could it be…? I wondered, head reeling in a mixture of excitement, confusion and fear. Does Mom want to make love to me?

“Marcie?” My mother’s voice called from the kitchen. I quickly dropped the manuscript onto the desk as if it were on fire, and hurried toward the hallway — remembering at the last second that I’d forgotten Mom’s glasses, dashing back to snatch them up before racing from the room.

“Here.” I handed the glasses to her, trying not to betray the storm of emotions that raged through me right then. “I’m going to sit on the back porch for a bit… looks like there’s a nice breeze.” I placed a gentle kiss on my mother’s cheek before leaving the room.

I stared out into the June evening, hands resting on the oaken rail that enclosed the porch. The soft glimmering of fireflies could now be seen, and the buzzing of crickets filled the air as I stood there quietly, scuffing the floor with the toe of my sandal. All my thoughts were of that strange manuscript, done up on my mother’s manual typewriter and annotated here and there in red ink, her scrawly handwriting as familiar to me as my own.

Julie, the young woman in the story, was my age, with short coppery hair like mine, a college student who was visiting home. Too close for coincidence. The longer I thought about it, the more convinced I was that the character had to be a barely disguised version of me. The page Mom had bookmarked was especially exciting — that first scene of intimacy between mother and daughter.

“Glorious weather,” she said softly, suddenly standing next to me.

“Mmmm, yes… it is,” I replied inanely, my mind filled with images of sapphic love, brought to life by my mother’s words.

Mom gave me a sweet smile that had my knees trembling. I could see the shape of her body through the summery dress she wore. She still looked luscious at thirty-eight, I had to admit. It occurred to me then there were no lines visible through her clothes — was she naked underneath?

The thought made me quiver inside… and it was at that very moment that I knew I wanted her. My own mother.

“Beautiful,” she smiled, gazing at me; then gesturing toward the garden, still visible in the fading light. “The flowers.”

I knew what she really meant — and it wasn’t the flowers. God, she was flirting with me!

I leaned forward slightly, my upper arms squeezing my chest, leaving the cleavage more pronounced. “Am I one of your flowers, Mom?”

Her eyes dipped for a moment to take in my partially revealed breasts. “You are, angel… a lovely flower, ready to be plucked by an adoring hand.” She blew me a small kiss and returned indoors, giving me one last sidelong glance before vanishing.

I stared after her, my mind already wandering into some very forbidden places. “Damn,” I whispered.

I was tempted to slip a hand into my panties and touch myself — right there, right then. I struggled. I resisted. Finally, I went back inside, looking for her. She was in the kitchen.

“Need any help?” I asked, then leaned against the back of a chair by the kitchen table. I watched Mom’s bare legs extending from beneath her skirt, a flowery number that ended a few inches above the knees. My eyes roamed upwards, taking in her shapely hips. I realized for the first time that the women I most desired as lovers had bodies very much like that of my mother, full and curvy. How could I not have seen that before? I wondered.

I imagined the soft, warm delights hidden under Mom’s skirt, and knew that I craved them. Desperately.

“Honey?”

I glanced up, startled from my reverie. “Y-yes?” I asked.

“I said yes, I would like some help, thanks very much. You can set the table.”

“Ah. Okay.” I shook my head, in a futile attempt to clear it.

I pulled the silverware drawer open. She was standing nearby, close enough to touch. Instead, I inhaled deeply, registering the scent she wore. She glanced at me. “Mmm, you smell so nice,” I cooed. “I’d even go so far as to say… intoxicating.”

She looked at me again and smiled. “That’s very sweet.” Her eyes held mine for a moment longer, then she turned back to the sink.

I picked out knives and forks. “Spoons?” She nodded and I took out two, closed the drawer and leaned in to gently kiss her neck, every atom of me alive with excitement.

“I was just thinking about how good it is to have you home,” she said softly.

She turned and faced me, a hand resting casually on her hip. Her eyes were inviting, her lipsticked mouth even more so. I’d stood in the same place thousands of times growing up, and never had I felt the way I did right then. Mom’s fresh breath caressed my cheek. Her lips were inches from mine and ripe for tasting. I closed the distance and let mine brush hers, taking her in my arms. Jesus, she felt good.

“I’ve been thinking the same thing, Mom. It’s always nice to be home with you, but this time there’s something extra special.” I knew what it was, too, but I wasn’t telling. I felt warmed from her, tingling from head to toe with desire. I kissed her again, this time letting it linger.

“That was nice,” she cooed as I gently broke away. “You’re a very good kisser, honey.” She reached out to touch my cheek. “Your lips are so warm… and sensual. But then, I think that women’s mouths are far sexier than men’s could ever be.”

I was surprised at my mother’s candor, even as and a rush of naked lust flowed though me. She’d given me an opening big enough to drive a truck through, and there was no way I’d pass it up.

I took a deep breath, released it. Steady, girl. “Mom… have you ever made love to a woman?”

She nodded slightly. “Yes… yes, I have,” she murmured, then gazed thoughtfully at me. “What about you, honey? Have you ever…?”

I reached for her hand. “Yes. Many times.”

She smiled. “What was your first time like?”

“It was wonderful. I was a little drunk, but that wasn’t why it happened.” I stopped and watched her eyes brighten slightly. “Anyhow, I loved the experience. Her kisses were different, better, and the way she went down on me was… well, you know, right?”

She slowly nodded. “I do.”

“Tell me about when you first did it,” I purred.

She ran her fingers through her dark auburn hair. “There was an older student in my Advanced Writing class named Sophie. She stopped by my office one day after my last class and handed me a binder. ‘My stories,’ she said. I promised to read them. Then she said, ‘Don’t show these to anyone else… I wrote them for you.’ She walked away without saying anything else. So I read one. It was about a girl in love with an older woman.” She shook her head. “Strange. I’d never given that kind of thing much thought, really, but as the story progressed, I found myself so — so incredibly turned on. I… I fingered myself right there at my desk, until I came. I’d never done anything like that before.”

“What about the other stories?”

“I hurried home and read them all… every one had a lesbian theme.” She shook her head, an awed light in her eyes. “I couldn’t stop touching myself while I was reading. It shocked me. I’d never known that I… could be that way.” She laughed, blushing slightly. “I lost track of how many times I came that night — five, maybe more. It was so satisfying that I began to wonder if I should, well, try it for myself.”

“Being with a woman?” I asked. Mom shyly nodded.

Watching my mother reveal this new side of her sexuality excited me as much as the story she was telling. My legs parted slightly, my skirt riding up far enough to reveal bare thighs.

Mom moved closer, casually placing a warm hand on my hip. It felt wonderful.

“So what happened next? With your student?” I reminded her, eager to hear the rest of the story.

“A few days later, Sophie returned to my office. ‘Did you like the stories?’ she asked. I told her that I did, very much… and she closed the door behind her.” She paused. “I was afraid, but curious to know more. Sophie sat on the corner of my desk with her skirt hiked far too high. She wore nothing underneath… things were exposed. ‘You’re a beautiful woman,’ she said to me, ‘and I want to go to bed with you.'”

“God!” I exclaimed. “That’s — that’s like something out of a porno flick!”

“I’ll take your word for that,” she replied dryly, then resumed. “I knew I could lose my job, but I couldn’t resist… I had to give her what she wanted. We went to Sophie’s place and made love — for hours, actually.” She sighed happily, lost for a moment in the memory, then blushed. “I… I’ve only been with women since then. I suppose that, well, I’m a lesbian now.”

I gazed deep into her eyes. “Those stories of hers. All women with other women, you said. Were any of them about… incest?”

Mom was quiet for a moment, her fingers brushing my side. “Yes,” she hesitantly said, “one of them was.” She was trembling, ever so slightly.

“Did that story turn you on, too?”

Her eyes were dark pools as she stared at me, finally nodding almost imperceptibly. “Yes, it did… very much,” she whispered. “Why d-do you ask?”

I said nothing in reply, only leaned in to kiss her again. Her lips were soft and sweet… and I teased them with the tip of my tongue. She jerked back, gaping at me. “Oh, God.” Her voice quivered with uncertainty, but she was excited, I knew that much. I closed the distance she’d created and kissed her again, this time with more passion. Her hand curled around my neck as if to hold us together. Her mouth accepted my tongue. I kissed my mother like a lover, feeling more alive than I could ever remember.

She again withdrew, staring at me. “H-honey,” she breathed.

“I want to tell you something now,” I murmured, stroking her face. “Linda, this one girlfriend of mine… she told me about the times she shared with her mother — intimate times. They’ve been lovers for years.”

Mom’s eyes burned with immediate curiosity. “Tell me about them,” she pleaded.

I allowed my hand to drift slowly down my mother’s back, finally resting on her ass. She said nothing, but a tiny smile told me that she enjoyed my touch. “Linda told me that she was only fourteen when she and her mom first made love.” I began to gently fondle her bottom, pausing to squeeze a firm cheek.

She gasped in response, as much to the lewd story I was telling as my roaming hand. “Only f-fourteen… oh, my.”

I continued. “They were cuddled up on the sofa one night, watching a movie. They started sort of play kissing… you know, teasing each other. Linda said that it was totally innocent, mother and daughter getting giggly and having a good time together.” My fingers pressed into the cleft between Mom’s buttocks, and a tiny whimper escaped her throat. “Only suddenly, and Linda says she still doesn’t know how it happened… she and her mother were kissing for real. Tongues and everything.” I leaned in to lick a path up the soft pillar of her neck.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh, baby…”

“She said that they kissed for a long time… half an hour, maybe more. Then I guess her mom worked up the nerve to touch her — and it excited Linda so much that she started touching her mother back.” I reached for Mom’s hand, placing it upon my breast. Her eyes widened with wonder as she began to explore its heft, its softness. “Then Linda’s mother asked her if she wanted to know about how two women can love one another… and Linda said yes.” Mom teased my nipple with a fingertip, and I moaned as it stiffened to her touch. “Then they got up from the sofa and climbed the stairs, hand in hand.”

Mom dipped her head to nuzzle my throat, whispering, “Go on… tell me the rest.”

My head spun. “Well… there’s not much more to tell. They went into the bedroom, I can’t remember whose… they undressed each other, then slipped into bed naked — and then they made love.”

“Did they do — everything?” gasped Mom as I slipped a hand between our bodies, cupping her vulva through that thin skirt.

“Everything,” I breathed, my finger trailing up and down the crease of Mom’s cunt. “Her mother knew all about lesbian sex, and she taught Linda very well.” I smiled. “I can vouch for that… she’s a real tigress in bed.” My mother was fondling both my breasts now, and my cunt was so wet I could feel it drip. “They went down on each other — her mom showed her what to do — and then she got Linda up on all fours and licked her asshole.”

“Oh,” Mom moaned. “Oh, yes.”

“After that night,” I continued, “they were regular lovers. Linda practically moved into her mother’s bedroom, and they fucked almost every night.” I paused to kiss Mom’s mouth, and her tongue darted between my lips for a lovely instant. “In fact,” I purred, “Linda’s mom took her virginity not long after that, with a strap-on cock. Her seventeenth birthday present.”

“Oh, Marcie… how did that story make you feel, when Linda told it? Did it — did it make you hot?”

I wrapped my arms around my mother, crushing our bodies together. “It did, Mom. I couldn’t get Linda naked fast enough.” My pelvis pressed into hers, grinding our mounds together. “Later, she showed me stories she’d collected from the internet… all about mothers and daughters being sexual together. It turned me on, Mom. All of it.”

“It… it turns me on, too.”

I ceased the motion of my hips, gazing deep into my mother’s eyes. “Mom…” I whispered, “I love you.”

“Oh, my sweet angel…”

I cut her off by placing a finger over her lips. “I saw the story on your desk… and I read it. Enough of it, anyhow.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my God… I can’t believe I left that out.” It was so sweet — she was actually blushing.

“I’m glad you did, Mom,” was my reply.

Biting her lower lip, she gave me a shy glance. “So… what did you think?”

I allowed my fingers to caress her face, and she turned her head to kiss them. “I won’t tell you how excited it made me… but I’ll bet you can guess.” I trailed my hand down my mother’s body until it covered her breast. Her heart was racing like sixty, and I could feel a nipple stiffening beneath my palm.

I nuzzled Mom’s ear, then trailed my tongue around its edge. “I want to ask you something, Mom… am I in your story?” I bit lightly at her earlobe. “Hmmmm? Is Julie meant to be me?”

“Oh, oh-h… oh b-baby, yes,” she stammered. “You inspired me… I — I’ve wanted you…”

“Mom… would you come to bed with me?” I fondled her breasts, scissoring the erect nipples.

Suddenly my mother turned to me and pressed her mouth to mine, kissing me hungrily. I moaned into the kiss, my tongue engaging hers. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over… and Mom was staring at me with beseeching eyes.

“Yes, honey,” she gasped. “Yes, my precious daughter… make love to me, please. Take me, have me — make me yours.”

Closing my eyes, I moved in to claim Mom’s mouth, Frenching her as ardently as I’ve ever kissed a woman. She instantly matched my ardor, her lips sliding moistly against mine. I felt her hand move beneath my skirt, finding the front of my panties before slipping inside them. I tore my mouth from Mom’s, crying out as her fingers found my wetness.

“Mmmm… you’re dripping, little lady,” she cooed. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

My own hand darted beneath Mom’s skirt, covering her panty-clad cunt. I could feel her own wet heat through the filmy material. Clearly, she was ready for more.

“Come on, honey,” she murmured, placing a hand atop mine. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Hand in hand, we climbed the stairs, grinning like giddy children.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

Susie, is that you? Put your book bag down and come upstairs to my room. I want to talk to you.

Well, don’t just stand there and stare, Susie. You’ve seen me naked before. Don’t be shy, come in! Here, sit down next to me. There we are.

So — how was school, baby girl? Didn’t you have that social studies test today?

Oh, sweetheart… it’s just that, well, your mom likes to go without clothes sometimes.

Well, yes, it is kind of naughty. But some naughty things aren’t that bad, you know. Remember when your brother blew up the McKenzies’ mailbox with an M-80? Okay, that was seriously wrong — and that’s why I grounded him for a month. But being naked isn’t like that. There’s something really fun about it… plus, it’s important not to be ashamed of your body!

So tell me, Susie… do you think your mom looks pretty without clothes? Don’t be embarrassed, hon — take a good long look. I like having you see me naked.

Oh, baby girl, that’s such a sweet thing for you to say. C’mere and give me a big hug. Mmmmmm…

That’s a pretty short dress you’ve got on — but I guess all you girls like short skirts these days, don’t you? The boys certainly do… and so do I, actually. Okay, now turn around and bend down a bit — yes, like that. Oooh, I can see your panties, you little show off! Now face me and lift your skirt a bit. Oh, honey, you look so cute in your pretty pink undies. I could just eat you up!

Take your dress off, Susie — I want to get a good look at you. It’ll be fun, won’t it, undressing with me? Oh, my… you are growing up, aren’t you? Twelve years old, and ripening into a beautiful young woman.

I think it’s just about time for you to start wearing a bigger bra, sweetheart. Goodness, I didn’t realize your breasts were coming in so nicely! Would you mind if I touched them? I just want to know what they feel like.

Here, let me unfasten your bra first. There we go.

Mmmm, they’re so soft. Does that feel nice? It does, I can tell. Oh, my, your nipple is getting hard when I touch it. See? No, that’s a good thing, Susie. It means you’re a very sensuous person. Hmmm? Well, it’s like being sexy, but even better.

Yes, you can touch mine. I’d like that very much. Mmmm, your hands are nice and cool. No, that’s fine, you can squeeze them — it doesn’t hurt. Oh, Susie, that feels so good. Pinch my nipples —yes, like that. Oh, my, that’s lovely.

You’re still my little baby girl, aren’t you? This is a very special thing, you know, a mother and daughter getting close.

Would you like me to kiss your nipples? You’ll like how it feels, I promise. Here, let me…

Mmmmm. What do you think? I know — it tickles a bit, doesn’t it? God, sweetie — your breasts are perfect. Yes, they’ll be lovely when you fill out, but they’re beautiful now, too. Mmm, I just want to kiss them all over. Now see how your nipples feel when I lick them. There — isn’t that nice?

Would you like do that to me, sweetheart? Oh, yes, I love having my nipples licked. Go ahead, Susie, don’t be afraid… I want you to.

Ohhhhh, yes… oh, baby girl, you make me feel warm all over when you do that. Touch the other breast while you kiss this one — ooh, that’s marvelous.

You look so sexy in your pretty pink panties. Yes, I said you were sexy, Susie. It’s true. You’re already driving the boys wild, I bet… and probably a few of the girls, too.

Can I take your panties off? I want to see if you’ve grown hair down there yet. Here, let me slide them down… Oh, you do have hair! It’s so wispy and soft.

You know, I love to touch pretty girls there, between their legs — and for them to touch me that way, too. No, sweetie, I still like men. It’s just that I also like women… and girls. Really, I like women and girls a lot more, but there’s nothing wrong with that. It just means that I’m bisexual. You’ve heard that word before, right? Mmm-hmm, I thought so.

It feels good to be naked, doesn’t it? See why I like to go without clothes? It’s such a free feeling. I’ll tell you something that feels even nicer, though — hugging someone when you’re naked. Come and lie down with me, baby girl, and let’s hold each other close.

Mmmmmmm… your body fits into mine so well, Susie. I love cuddling you like this.

Give Mommy a kiss… Oh, sweetheart, you can do better than that! Haven’t you ever kissed a boy before? That’s the kind I mean.

Honestly? You’ve never kissed a boy. How about a girl, then — ever kiss one of your little friends? No? Tell you what, I’ll show you what it’s like. Lie back, and I’ll give you a real grownup kiss.

No, don’t hold your mouth like that. Relax, Susie.

Did I startle you? That’s how adults do it — kiss with their tongues. You know, like they do in the movies. Let’s try again. Give it a chance, sweetie. You’ll love it, I promise you will.

Mmmmm… now, how was that? See, I told you. Oh, honey, you look so incredibly pretty when you blush like that. Makes me feel all warm inside.

I’m going to kiss you again. Only this time, you kiss me back, okay? With your tongue, that’s right. Nice and gentle…

My goodness, Susie — for someone who’s never done it before, you’re pretty good at kissing! Let’s do it some more.

Oh, baby, your mouth is so soft and sweet. I could do this all day with you.

Well, no… mommies and daughters don’t usually kiss this way. But that doesn’t mean that we can’t, does it? It just makes our love extra special. You and I are sharing something most parents don’t get to experience with their kids.

No, I wouldn’t do this with your brother. Umm… well, it’s different, honey. I love him, but not quite the same way I do you. Can I tell you a secret? There’s a kind of feeling that you give me, deep down inside, and I’ve wanted to explore that feeling with you for awhile.

Oh… since you were about eleven. One day I saw you in your bathing suit — that cute little blue bikini we got at the Crestwood mall, remember? You were lying out on the patio on the deck chair, I could see from the kitchen window, and well, I guess you might say that Mommy fell in love with you.

No, I already loved you because you were my sweet baby girl. This was more like grownup love, honey. I wanted to take you in my arms and touch you all over — everywhere!

Listen, Susie… would you like to be my secret girlfriend? It means that we can spend more time together like this. Taking our clothes off and lying together, touching each other and kissing.

Yes, baby — having sex. That’s what I really mean. Honestly, though, I’d rather call it making love. That’s what I want to do with you, Susie… so much it makes me ache inside, sometimes. I’ve felt like that ever since that time I noticed you in the blue bikini.

Oh, no, no. You were too young then, sweetie. I made myself wait until you were grown up enough to do things like making love. That’s why I was waiting to talk to you today… and to tell you the truth, it’s why I took all my clothes off before you got home. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a long time.

You don’t think that makes your mother a bad person, do you?

Awwww… that’s so sweet, Susie. You know that I’d never do anything that would hurt you — not ever. All I want is to make you feel wonderful. Teach my baby girl all about love.

Let’s kiss some more, okay? Only this time, I’m going to touch that beautiful body of yours while we kiss. You can touch me too, if you want. That’s right, sweetie — we’ll be making out, won’t we? Is that okay?

Tell you what — if you feel weird or uncomfortable, let me know, and we’ll stop. Fair enough…?

Good. Now, come lie down with me, let me hold my precious little girl.

Mmmmmmmm… oh, sweetie, I love how you kiss. And when you touch me like that, I feel warm all over. How about you, do you like it when I touch your bottom this way?

Oh, Susie, you have a perfect little butt. See how nicely it fits in my hands? It makes me want to caress it all over. Hm, let’s see…

Did that tickle? No, I like touching you there, sweetie. Your bottom hole is a very nice place to touch, if you keep it clean. You can experience some wonderful feelings there. Maybe I’ll show you what some of those feelings are like, a little later. But, right now, I’d like another kiss. How about you? Mmmmmm…

Now, just lie back, Susie. I want to take a good long look at my little girl. You’ve got a lovely pussy, sweetie… one of the prettiest I’ve ever seen.

Of course you can look at mine! Let me lie back and give you a good look. I’ll hold my legs wide apart so you can get in close. There. What do you think — do I have a pretty pussy, too?

It looks like that because it’s wet, sweetie. See, when a woman gets all warm and feeling sexy, she gets excited… and that makes her pussy moist. You make me feel that way, Susie. Being here naked with you, looking at your beautiful little body, touching you… oh yes, it gets me very excited.

Here, come sit between my legs. Just relax, lie back against me. If you’re really going to be my girlfriend, then you should know how women love each other. After all, you’re practically a woman yourself…

Remember a few months ago when we talked about masturbation, and how great it feels? Oh, c’mon, now — don’t you get embarrassed, Susie! I know you do it… and so do I. It’s a perfectly normal thing.

But that’s not why I brought the subject up. Here, let me show you what I’m trying to say…

Heh heh… now, doesn’t that feel amazing? It’s lovely when you touch your pussy, but it’s way better when someone else does it for you.

Open your legs wider, sweetheart. I’m going to make you come.

That’s it, Susie. God, you’re so wet!

Yes, sweetheart. Mommy’s touching you, making you feel good. That’s it. That’s it. Oh, yes, baby. Let it happen. Come for me!

Yesssss, my precious little girl. Yes. Yes.

Feels so nice. Feels wonderful. That’s what making love is, sweetie. Good girl. Good girl. Just relax, now…

Well, how about that, Susie — wasn’t it lovely? Remember how I said it was better than touching yourself?

Thank you, baby girl. Believe me, there was nothing in this whole world I wanted more than to make love to you. And we’re just getting started. Want to give your mother a kiss?

Not like that — a real kiss, sweetie, like I showed you. Mmmmmm… Oh, that’s lovely.

See how wet my fingers are? That came from your pussy, you know! Mmmm, it’s yummy.

Want a taste? No, no, it isn’t like pee at all. C’mon, just a little taste… there, see what I mean? You like it, don’t you? I thought you would. Know what that is, baby girl? That’s the flavor of sex.

Sweetie… do you think that you could touch my pussy, like I did yours? I really need to come, and I could do it myself, but it would mean a lot to me if you’d help your mommy out.

How about it, baby girl? Will you make love to me?

Thank you, Susie. That means more to me than you can imagine. I love you so much!

Here. Just kneel between my legs. I’ll open myself up for you, nice and wide. There. Now you can touch me.

Don’t be shy. Here, give me your hand. There… It feels warm and wet, doesn’t it? That’s because I want you so much, Susie. It’s what I dream of — the two of us being lovers.

Oooooooh, yes. That’s it, baby girl. Stroke my pussy up and down.

You can put your fingers inside me, Susie. Here, like this. Ohhhhh, yeah. It’s nice and hot in there, isn’t it? Now move them in and out.

You don’t have to be that gentle, hon. Well, you do need to be gentle at first if you’re making love to another young girl, say someone around your age. See, I’ve had a penis in me, so I’m not quite as delicate down there as you are… or your little friends.

Oh, yes, Susie… that feels marvelous. Move your fingers around inside me.

Ooooh… Do you know what you’re d-doing to me, baby girl? You’re fucking me. That’s right, oh GOD that’s it, you’re fucking your mother.

It’s a bad word, yeah… but, but when you m-make love, that’s when those kinds of words are — can be really exciting! Say it for me, Susie. Say, “I’m fucking you, Mommy.”

God, that makes me so — so hot, hearing you talk like that.

I’m so happy that we’re d-doing this, baby girl, making love, just you and me. It’s a special kind of sharing, don’t you think? Oh. Oh, yes, Susie… I love you too!

So good. Mmmmmm…

Hold on for just a moment, hon. No, don’t take your fingers out, not yet. Gracious, my head is spinning. No, you’re doing a great job, yes, you are… I just want to teach you one more thing about how to give pleasure to a woman. Okay?

It’s something you already know, Susie. Remember when I taught you all about the clitoris? Uh-huh, you know what I mean. Well, now I need you to touch me there. Right here, baby. You’ll make me come that way.

Here. Use your fingers on my clit like this. Gentle, now, because it’s so sensitive. Then you fuck me with the other hand, see?

All right, baby girl. I’m ready. Make Mommy feel good.

Oooooh, yes. Oh, my, that’s it — just like that. Oh Susie, that’s so, so…

Oh, my God. Don’t stop, Susie — d-don’t stop, do not stop! Ohhhhhh! Yes, yes, fuck Mommy! OH!

Oh. Th-that’s enough, baby girl. Oh my… oh my. You just made me come. Thank you so very much for giving me that. You’re a wonderful lover, sweetheart.

Here, lie back down with me. Let’s snuggle. Can I get a kiss? Mmmmmm…

I love holding you, Susie… just holding you like this. When you’re in my arms, I can touch your beautiful body all over. Everywhere my hands can reach.

You’re getting excited again — aren’t you, baby girl? Oh, I can tell! Your heart is beating fast, and… here, let me… Oh, yes. Your pussy is all hot and slippery.

Would you like for me to make love to you some more, Susie?

No, no, I want to. I need to explore every sweet inch of my little girl. It’s like you’re a tasty treat that I’ve been watching and wanting for a long, long time, like a yummy chocolate cake… and now that I have you, I can’t be satisfied with just a few bites.

Let me show you another way to make love, sweetie. This is what I like best of all when I go to bed with a woman.

First, roll over on your back… like that, yes. Now, let’s move your legs apart. My, that is a wonderful sight — my baby girl’s pussy. It’s like a lovely flower. Mmmm, and it smells wonderful, too!

Here, let me open you up with my fingers. I want to take a peek inside your vagina. God, Susie, you’re so beautiful in there, all pink and juicy…

Oh, baby girl, I’ve got to lick you now. Mommy needs to taste you.

Mmmmm… You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? Mmmmm, yes…

I can’t believe this is happening! I’ve wanted my little girl for so long, dreamed of making her my lover. Now I’m lying between Susie’s legs, licking her beautiful pussy, and it’s even better than I imagined. My tongue tracing the gentle curve of my daughter’s slit, her honey flowing forth to quench this thirst I’ve carried inside for all these years, ever since she was a child…

I can’t tell you the truth, baby girl, not just yet. It didn’t really happen the way I said, me falling in love with you when you were eleven, seeing you on the patio in the blue bikini. No, that was just the first time I made myself come while watching you.

The real story is this, Susie: I felt sexual desire for you when you were younger. Much younger.

Even when you were a baby, I’d get aroused whenever you nursed from me. At first it unsettled me, but before long I was masturbating while I held you to my breast. At the time, I wondered why touching myself while I fed you excited me so much more than sex with your father.

When you were still a little girl, it gave me a warm, good feeling just to watch you — playing, watching TV, thumbing through your picture books, sleeping. At first, I told myself that most mommies responded to their children that way… but as much as I love your big brother, I never got those kinds of special, deep-down feelings for him.

It wasn’t until you were six that I finally understood the true nature of my desire.

You were naked, fresh and gleaming as you emerged from your bath. I’d just finished masturbating to images of beautiful young girls on the internet, and had come in to wash my hands. One glimpse of your sweet bare body, and a connection was made that I’d failed to see for years.

That’s when I knew that I was in love with you, my darling daughter. I always had been.

From that moment I was beset by fantasies of touching you, kissing you. Exploring you all over with my mouth and tongue, from those enchanting brown eyes to the tips of your little toes to the crack of your bottom. I burned for you, ached to possess you as a lover.

But you were still a child, much too young to experience sex with a grownup. If I tried to lick you between the legs or suckle your tiny nipples, you surely would have been confused — maybe even frightened. No matter how strong my lust, I didn’t dare take the risk of leaving you emotionally scarred.

So I made a bargain with myself. I would keep my hunger for you locked away — at least until you turned twelve, on the threshold of womanhood. Then and only then could I attempt to share the wonder of lesbian love with you, if and when the time seemed ripe.

Those six years of waiting seemed like an eternity, Susie. Watching you blossom, growing more lovely with each passing day… How many times did I finger myself to orgasm, dazzled by visions of your nakedness? How often, while being pleasured by other women, did I wish it was your pretty mouth kissing between my legs?

Now we are naked together, my beautiful little girl, sharing our bodies for the first time… and you love it! I’m watching you while I trace your slit with the tip of my tongue — dreamy-eyed, your cheeks flushed a rosy pink, mouth slack with pleasure.

Oh, my… your body is beginning to tremble. I can feel your thighs quiver as I lick you.

You need to come, Susie. I can see the mounting tension as the craving for release builds and builds. I could tease you, if I liked — take you to the brink of ecstasy and no further, then start all over again. But this is our first time making love, and all I want is to make you happy.

With one last lingering lick, my mouth travels north, seeking out the tiny button of your clitoris. I find it, circle it with the tip of my tongue, then take it between my lips to suckle.

The breath catches in your throat; a long mewling cry escapes as you are snatched up in the heat of orgasm. Yes, my precious child; you are coming, and it is incredible.

I continue to nurse your clit, strumming the tip with lightning-swift flicks of the tongue. You are thrashing beneath me now, fists clenched tightly as the storm rages and shifts inside.

Finally I sense that you can stand no more. Gently withdrawing, I place one, two, three tender kisses on your vulva, then rest my sticky face on your thigh, giving you a moment to catch your breath…

Whew! So… how was it, sweetheart? Did you enjoy that?

I know, Susie. It’s my favorite way to make love. There are lots of names for it — oral sex, cunnilingus, eating pussy. The one I like best is “going down.” I just went down on you, Susie… and I’ve wanted to love you that way for a long time.

You know, your pussy is delicious. You liked it when you licked my fingers, remember? Here, let me give you a kiss, so you can get a real taste. Mmmmm…

I knew you’d enjoy that! We’re a lot alike, you and I. More so than ever, now.

So… how do you feel about us being lovers, Susie? We’ll have to keep it a secret from everyone, but it will still be — well, a very real thing between the two of us. We can make love like this, again and again.

Oh, Susie… thank you. Thank you. That means so much to me. I promise that I’ll be a good girlfriend to you — the best in the world! There are so many things I want to do with you, so many ways for us to love one another. We’ll try them all.

Aw, that’s sweet of you, honey. I’d love for you to lick my pussy… but we can’t, not just now. Your father will be getting home before long, and we shouldn’t let him find us like this. He wouldn’t understand this at all. Besides, you and I need to get ourselves cleaned up.

Tell you what — tonight, after everyone’s gone to bed, I’ll come to your room, and we’ll make love again. You can lick me then, if you still want to.

Let’s go take a shower, sweetie. We could soap each other up with my peach body wash, get all slippery and wet together — wouldn’t that be fun?

Good, good. First, though, let’s cuddle just a little while longer. I just want to hold you, and think about how special you are to me. Mmmm, my precious child, my beautiful daughter.

I love you too, baby girl. I love you too.

By JetBoy

I touched Keri’s cheek. “Do you want to stand up, sit, or lie down?”

“Um, sit.” Then, “Wait!” as I began to turn. “What do you mean, ‘lie down,’ Mommy?”

“Well… I’d lie down, and you’d lie on top of me.”

She looked at the bed, then up at me again. “And you’d… touch my bottom?”

I smiled, and nodded. “I surely would.”

She grinned. “Then lying down.”

I reached for her hand, squeezing it, then lay back where I sat and scooted back until my head was resting on the pillow. Now I was face up on the bed, waiting for my little girl.

She stared for a moment, then scrambled over to lie on top of me, buoyant with glee. “This is so so so so neat!” She hugged me tightly. I felt her thighs straddle my waist.

“My little angel,” I cooed, my hands stroking her back.

“Touch my bot-tom, touch my bot-tom…” she sang, her tummy wriggling against mine.

I reached down to fondle my daughter’s adorable little rump.

“Mmmmmm…” She snuggled into me, and I savored the feeling of her panty-clad bottom in my hands. A perfect fit.

Suddenly her head lifted again, and Keri was looking down at me. “Mommy?”

“What, honey?”

“Um…” Now she was a little embarrassed. “Nothing.” Suddenly blushing, she quickly lay back down.

“Keri?” I whispered, still lightly stroking that soft little bottom. “What is it, sweetheart? You can tell me…”

Again she popped up, concentrated, decided. “Can I… take my panties off first?” She grimaced and buried her face back into my chest.

“Silly girl, of course you can. That’s a very good idea.” I pretended to think for a bit. “In fact, honey… why don’t you take everything off? You’d be more comfortable, I bet.”

Her head popped up. “Cool!” She grinned, then jumped up to stand above me. Off with the t-shirt, down with the panties, and then… she dived back down. Mmmmmmmm, naked little Keri against me.

“Hmm,” I mused aloud. “Should I take off my clothes? I don’t know…”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“Think so?” She nodded vigorously. “Well then, I guess I will.” I sat up, unbuttoning my shirt, then slipped it off, casting it to the floor. “Want to take my panties off, honey?”

Big surprised grin. “Sure!” She knelt between my legs, her lips pursed in concentration, grasping the waistband with both hands. And she slowly tugged my panties down as I lifted my hips.

She stopped midway as my thick black bush was revealed. “Cool,” she breathed. She extended a hand, then halted, looking up at me.

I nodded my approval, and she lightly touched my lush pubes, her mouth a perfect O. Then she grinned. “It’s… it’s like a sweater!”

I laughed. “A nice sweater, too. It keeps my pussy warm.”

At that, she mock-pouted, staring down at her own hairless slit. “Ooooooh… no fair!”

“Oh, now… I think your pussy is beautiful, Keri.” She bashfully ducked her head, and I added, “I like to be able to see all of you.”

Flopping back, she spread her legs wide for me, singing “Ta-DAA!”

“Yaaaay!” I cheered. I meant it, too. “Come on, now — finish taking my panties off, honey.” She scrambled to whisk them down and off, carelessly throwing them aside.

Now we were both naked. In that instant, the realization of what I was about to do to my ten-year-old daughter hit me like a hard slap.

Incest. That was the word for it. And pedophilia.

But those were only words, and I refused to be afraid of them. I wanted Keri, I loved her more than my own life, and I was going to make her feel wonderful.

“Now,” I purred, opening my arms, “come here, angel.”

And she did, oh she did, my little naked Keri, sliding her warm, bare body against mine, grinding her baby-smooth vulva into my belly as she settled onto me, burying her face in my breasts.

“Mmmm, this is great!” she murmured.

“Uh-huh.” My hand slid right down to cup her bare bottom.

I began to caress and fondle that adorable little ass of hers, gradually allowing my fingers to glide through her butt crack, teasing the rosebud. She’d respond by squeezing me with her cheeks, mewling with delight.

Then my fingers separated. One down, down to brush her soft pussy, to touch the warmth of her moist slit. My thumb now circled her tiny anus, pressing in gently. And Keri trembled in my arms as the sweet sensations that pulsed through her body grew more and more intense.

Then she gasped as I eased the tip of my finger into her vagina. “Mommy,” she whimpered.

With my free hand I lifted my daughter’s face to mine. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open.

“I love you, baby,” I breathed, transfixing Keri with a desire-filled gaze, wanting to convey to my child the need, the hunger I felt for her right then. I placed a soft kiss on her mouth, my tongue emerging to lick at her lower lip as I continued to fuck her with probing fingers.

Her brow furrowed as her pleasure grew and grew, my little girl hurtling towards meltdown. She stared at me helplessly as ecstasy neared, her entire body beginning to shudder and shake.

Then, it was upon her. “Ohh, Mommy… I’m… mmmMMMMmmm… oooh… I’m, I’m, I’m gonna, I think… mmmm, Mommy! OHHHHHH!” And she cried out wordlessly as her body was racked by jolts of purest rapture. I’d never seen such a beautiful sight as that of my baby, coming for the first time. And I was making it happen.

I took Keri through her climax, continuing to pleasure my baby until she could take no more. Then I removed my fingers from her, feeling my daughter sigh blissfully as she relaxed on top of me. I cuddled Keri close, bringing my fingers, moist from her, up to my lips to taste. Yum, ambrosia.

Keri quickly fell asleep in my arms, so I tucked her spent body beneath the sheet and just looked at her. So fragile, so trusting. So adorable. And so, so, luscious. Oh, my, yes.

I didn’t want to spend that night alone in my bed, so I tiptoed down to fetch Pamela, still snoozing peacefully in her crib, and gently carried her upstairs to the nursery. I put her to bed, placed the lightest of kisses on her brow, then went back to Keri’s room and slipped into bed with my daughter. It was a tight fit, her bed being much narrower than mine. Still, having her bare little body curled against me was worth a little discomfort.

I had to get up once to soothe Pam when she began to cry, rocking her in my arms until she dozed off again. Then it was back to Keri’s bed, where I slumbered peacefully by her side until dawn.

Waking up to find my naked little girl next to me was a strange experience, at first. I wasn’t sure how to feel about what I had done to Keri, and wondered why I wasn’t overcome with guilt. But soon I was taking little peeks under the sheet, just to glimpse my daughter’s bare body. My God, I already wanted to touch her again.

Instead, I shoved myself out of bed and tiptoed out of Keri’s room, letting her snooze in peace. I fed and changed Pammie, quickly showered and dressed, then went down to the kitchen, where I whipped up a big bowl of waffle batter, whistling joyfully the whole while. I was on top of the world that morning, bluebirds on my shoulder and all that. All because of my precious daughter, tucked into her bed upstairs.

When Keri padded into the kitchen, wearing one of my old t-shirts she had converted into a nightie, she gave me a shy smile and tiptoed into my arms. I hugged my darling girl to me, resisting a crazy impulse to kiss her. Really kiss her. My head swam as Keri buried her face in my breasts, making little contented-girl sounds. I felt my desire growing, telling me to reach down and pull that t-shirt up and over her head. Undress her. Pick her up. Set her on the kitchen counter. Bury your face between her legs…

Instead, I patted her bottom and pointed to her chair at the dining room table. “Breakfast is nearly ready, honey… I made us waffles.”

Keri squealed with delight, clapping her hands as she danced over to her seat. Suddenly the erotic spell I’d woven in my mind vanished, leaving us a mother and child preparing for breakfast. Nothing to see here, folks, let’s move along.

That day, we didn’t speak of what we had done. But there was a special warmth between my little girl and me that had us both glowing like little stars. We caught each other’s eyes sometimes, exchanging knowing smiles. Her hand would slip, unannounced, into mine; or I would touch her back with long, lingering strokes.

Even that night’s dinner was special. Keri insisted on eating by candlelight, even putting on soft music. Pam was sleeping peacefully in the nursery, and the evening was young.

But as I was loading the dishes into the sink, I noticed that Keri had vanished. I figured that she’d grown sleepy and slipped away for a nap. I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, but with a shrug, I decided to lie down and read for a while.

So I turned off the downstairs lights and went upstairs to my room. There I discovered, to my delight, a certain special someone in my bed!

Keri had changed into her favorite outfit, one that she usually saved for parties: a short emerald-green skirt and a bare midriff top. Her legs were parted, revealing her new panties — pink, with a pattern of tiny fishes.

And then there was her expression. Ohhh, priceless. Boldness, glee, nervousness… desire? Her lower lip was tucked between her teeth, and her impish grin quavered. Her eyes were large and sparkling.

I really, really didn’t know what to think. “Keri…”

“Hmmm…?” Her fingers twisted the pillow. I stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at this enchanting sight.

She transfixed me with a look, and purred, “I want to play, Mommy.” Little imp.

I stared at her. She licked her lips, parting both legs even further to display herself to me.

“Keri, baby,” I whispered, barely able to breathe.

“Mommy?”

“What, honey?”

Her legs did a little luxurious scissoring on the bed. “I love you…”

How could I refuse this? “I love you too, baby,” I murmured, unbuttoning my shirt with trembling fingers. It fell to the floor, and my bra soon followed. Keri gazed eagerly as I undid and removed my skirt, then slipped out of my panties. I sat down next to her on the bed, completely naked, my sex aching with this helpless need I felt for my little one.

Keri was transfixed. She looked up at me, a question in her eyes. I nodded, and she leaned in to take my hard, sticky nipple between her cherry-pink lips. And she began to suckle. And God, it felt so fucking good. I just slowly lay back and melted into the bed along with my child, her hot mouth fastened to my breast.

She had one hand on my upper thigh as she leaned into me, and her warm, pantied crotch was touching my bare skin. I moaned, pressing my thigh into the heat of her. She uttered a little sigh, then I felt her start to move against me, gradually picking up a slow rhythm.

I could barely believe my own senses, but there was no doubt about it — my sweet baby was riding my leg!

I was thrilled at the very idea of my Keri rubbing herself off against me, but that excitement spilled over into white-hot lust when my daughter’s hand realized, somehow, where it was — and began to slip between my thighs.

As she sucked at my nipple it felt heavenly, just heavenly. A fire hissed and roared inside me, a passion that built endlessly upon itself. And as Keri’s tiny hand touched my pussy, all those feelings coalesced into a single brilliant point of blinding intensity. My sweet child was touching me sexually, pleasuring me just as I had her. I felt myself moving my hips against Keri, meeting her curious hand. And I felt her respond to my movement; feeling my wet cunt, exploring the sticky flesh.

I reached down to help Keri find the opening to my vagina, then enter me with her fingers. All the while she licked and sucked my swollen nipple, then switched to the other, making little humming sounds of satisfaction all the while.

I felt and saw Keri reach down with her free hand to tug frantically at the crotch of her new panties. Suddenly they ripped, and she’d opened up her slit to me. I whimpered as I felt her bare, slick pussy touch my thigh.

My daughter was all but fucking me now, grinding furiously against my leg. She sighed and moaned and trembled with purest bliss, her face positively angelic. I gasped as Keri’s fingers found a sure, steady rhythm in my cunt, sawing in and out, in and out.

And I just… lost it. Completely.

I reached down to her chin, tilted her face up to meet mine, and my mouth claimed hers in a lover’s kiss. My tongue slipped between Keri’s pretty lips as I held her tightly in my arms. Her fingers, still buried in my vagina, were momentarily stilled as she savored this new kind of kissing between mother and daughter.

She got over her surprise quickly enough. Soon her lips were shyly responding to my passion, her tongue slowly joining the loveplay. I nearly swooned when she became more aggressive, returning my heated kiss measure for measure, and her fingers resumed their movement between my legs.

Then I broke away, licking my lips, reached down and gently removed Keri’s hand from my cunt. She was startled for a moment, but her eyes widened in awe as I took her fingers into my mouth and sucked the wetness from them, fixing my baby with a sexy Marlene Dietrich gaze. “Oh, Mommy,” she whispered, her face positively glowing with adoration.

I grasped the bottom of her top and tugged it up and off, Keri raising her arms to assist me. Then she reached down to unfasten her skirt and toss it to one side.

Heart throbbing with anticipation, I slipped from Keri’s embrace and gently lay her back on the bed. I knelt between her outstretched legs to reach for the waistband of her ruined panties — now the last item of clothing between the two of us — and slowly tugged them down to her feet, giving my child every chance to stop me. But Keri was thrilled by the loving games we were playing, and raised her legs to help me finish stripping her.

Both of us now naked, I gently lowered my body onto hers. God, she felt so soft and sweet in my arms.

“I love you, angel,” I cooed, our noses barely touching.

“I… I love you, Mommy,” Keri whispered, her eyes wide as she gazed at me in wonder, still a little unsure of what was happening between us, but clearly enjoying every moment.

I responded with a tender kiss, allowing my mouth to brush softly against hers, then nibbled at her lower lip. Keri quickly brought her tongue into play, and our kiss grew hotter, more passionate. Her arms circled my bare back, clutching me tightly.

Gently breaking our kiss, I trailed my lips down to nuzzle at my baby’s soft neck. She was purring like a contented kitten as I pressed a kiss into the hollow of her throat, then moved down further still.

Her taut, childish nipples delighted me. Keri inhaled sharply as I took one in my mouth, flicking at the pink tip with a playful tongue. My daughter gently rocked from side to side, cradling my head to her chest, her heart going like sixty. I shifted to lavish attention on her other nipple, and she shuddered with delight. “Oh,” I heard my little girl sigh.

Wanting more, I squirmed my way down Keri’s body, licking a path to her belly button. I teased it with a probe of the tongue, and my little girl squealed with delight, another jolt of pleasure coursing through her limbs.

I was a woman on fire, my cunt a river as I slipped down yet further, reaching my ultimate destination. I lay between Keri’s thin legs, staring enthralled at the pink treasure of my baby’s bare slit. I had enjoyed my fair share of lovers by age 32, but the sight of my daughter’s childish vagina aroused me more than anything I had ever known. My hands rested on her thighs as I inhaled deeply, savoring the little-girl scent of Keri’s sex. Intoxicating.

My mouth watered to taste her. I closed my eyes, lowered my face to the glistening crack.

My daughter whimpered as my tongue emerged to take that first luxurious lick. She tasted wonderful, just like a little girl ought to. All things nice, I thought, closing my eyes as I licked her again. Keri moaned, her trembling hands now cradling my head, then breathed, “Mommy…”

I burrowed my face between her thin thighs, cupped her bottom in my squeezing hands and took her cunt into my mouth, licking and sucking at her bare slit like a woman possessed. I couldn’t believe that I was doing such a thing — going down on my own ten-year-old daughter! I made love to Keri in a sweet frenzy, pleasuring her, showing her just how wonderful she was. Making her feel like the most special creature in the world.

Soon Keri shook and screamed, her little voice filled with the sweet, sweet pain of climax. The sound of her ecstasy drove me wild, and I kissed and tongued my daughter’s pussy until she could stand no more, finally pushing my face away with clumsy hands, the breath frozen in her lungs. Then she exhaled noisily and relaxed into the warm sheets.

I continued to lightly kiss, kiss, kiss her thighs and her soft tummy, finally crawling up to take this naked angel into my arms. I could feel Keri’s heart throbbing as I held her, placing gentle kisses on her flushed face.

Her arms reached around me, and she burrowed her face into my breasts. “Oh… Mommy,” she whispered, “that was so… so good!”

I gently tilted her face up to mine. “I love you, honey,” I murmured, “more than anyone or anything. You are the world to me.”

I kissed her mouth tenderly, my lips still moist from her pussy. Keri shyly returned my kiss — but when my tongue emerged to tease at her lower lip, she got over her shyness right away, matching my passion with a fervor that left me breathless.

When we broke apart, her eyes were filled with wonder. “What did you do to me, Mommy? Were you licking me… down there?”

“Yes, honey,” I murmured, cuddling Keri close. “I kissed your pussy… and licked it. That’s how grownups make love, you know.” I hesitated, then decided to be honest with her. “And I… I wanted to make love to you, sweetheart.”

“Oh, wow,” she purred, her eyes glowing with happiness. “that’s what I wanted to do to you, too.” We shared a tender kiss, then Keri gazed at me shyly, biting her lower lip. “Mommy…?”

God, my head was swimming. “Yes, honey?”

“Can I — could I kiss you… down there, too? I want to make you feel good.”

Wasn’t that sweet? My adorable daughter, bashfully asking for permission to go down on me. I was so touched that I felt like shedding tears of joy. Instead, I pulled Keri close to me and rubbed noses with her. “Of course you can, angel. I’d love that.”

Her face lit up. “Yay!” she squeaked. Then, without any further ado, my child squirmed her way down between my thighs.

I lay there, trembling in anticipation, feeling the warmth of Keri’s breath against my skin. A moan burst from my lips as she touched my cunt with curious fingers. “You’re so wet, Mommy…” she cooed, “and you smell really good!”

I clawed the sheets, my body taut as piano wire. I needed my little girl’s mouth on me so desperately right then. “Please,” I breathed… “oh, honey, please…”

And I cried out as Keri pressed a warm kiss into my cunt. “Mmmm…” she purred, and then my baby began to lick me.

Keri was tentative at first, exploring me with her mouth, savoring the scent and taste of a woman for the first time. But she quickly grew bolder, and pressed her face deeper into my thick pubes, her mouth exploring every inch of my cunt as if she’d been born for this.

I palmed my breasts, panting for breath as my ten-year-old child pleasured me. Her tongue was warm and wet, her mouth drinking from my cunt as if it was my nipple. The joy I felt as I gazed down to see my adorable child’s contented face buried in my pubes, happily eating my pussy… well, it was a thrill beyond anything I could put into words.

Then suddenly I was coming, the sensations pounding through my body before I knew it. My head was jerking as if it were on a string, legs trembling so hard they hurt. Keri continued to lick and suck at my pulsing cunt, oblivious to everything but bringing joy to her mother.

Finally I moaned, “No more, honey,” and lay there gasping for breath as a little angel crawled into my arms.

Her face was flushed and radiant, eyes shining with love. “Was… was that good, Mommy?” she whispered.

I answered my daughter by taking her face in my hands and planting my mouth on hers, kissing my child with every bit of the love and happiness I felt in my heart at that moment. Her eyes closed and her tongue joined mine in a lusty ballet, her little arms wrapping themselves around me. I nuzzled my baby’s sticky lips and chin, savoring the taste of my sex on her face.

Finally my lips parted from hers, and I caressed Keri’s cheek. “Oh, honey,” I said, “I adore you. Being with you like this… well, it means more than I can say.”

Keri rested her face on my breast, first kissing it softly. “I love this, Mommy.” She raised her face to mine. “And I love you!”

I cuddled my daughter close, and we lay together contentedly, finally drifting to sleep.

After that wonderful, magical night, we just couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I did feel weird about things at first. It felt just, so, I don’t know… so much like bad behavior on my part. As the mother of an infant and a ten-year-old girl, I knew that this wasn’t the kind of parenting that the PTA would endorse.

But in a strange and marvelous way, the love I had shared with my sweet daughter felt so powerfully right, so good. I was smitten by her!

Keri quickly developed a powerful appetite for lesbian lovemaking. In fact, she nearly wore me out, but I wasn’t complaining. She’d do things like wander into the living room while I was reading and casually lie across my lap, allowing her t-shirt to slide up far enough to reveal her delightfully bare bottom. Seldom was I able to resist that little trick. I’d usually bend down, part her cheeks and explore the crack of her ass with my tongue.

Or I’d be standing in the kitchen, washing dishes, and Keri would sneak up behind me and slip her little hand beneath my skirt to fondle my cunt. More often than not, she would soon have me leaning back against the sink as she ate me out.

We seldom wore anything but long t-shirts around the house, wanting to have full access to each other’s bodies whenever the mood took us. And it did take us, often.

Our life as lovers has been pure bliss. I don’t know how much longer this will last, but I’m grateful for every moment.

*****

This story is the second of my adaptations from the work of Louisa May, one of Leslita’s most beloved writers. (Her writing can also be found at the Nifty Archive, and is well worth your time.) It is an expansion and reworking of “Spilt Milk,” an exquisite tale told in three parts. I craved a fourth chapter so badly that I finally wrote one myself, then reworked the earlier parts extensively, attempting to tell the story in my own way without losing the charm and heat of the original.

This is the final result, offered in loving tribute to Louisa May. Thank you, dear lady, for the inspiration; and for allowing me to share my version with the world.

By JetBoy

I’m going to write this down, then hide it away. Better yet, burn it. But I need to see the whole story in print first, if only to prove that this is actually happening to me, that I’m not living out some crazy, delirious dream.

The reason why this story seethes inside me, demanding to be told, is — well, let me lay it on the table for you. I have a lover.

Ah, you think, so that’s what all this is all about. Well, yes and no. What’s so unnerving, yet astonishing, is that this lover I’m speaking of is… my daughter Keri. My beautiful, adorable little ten-year-old.

I can only imagine the expression on your face as you digest that tidbit of information. Disgust, outrage, righteous anger. What kind of mother would have sex with her own little girl? you ask yourself. A monster, that’s who.

So some might think, anyhow, and I can’t say I blame them. I’m sure I would have felt the same way, before… all this. Before I found such passion, such love, such raw, naked desire, all in the arms of my enchanting little third grader.

Whatever. Before I get bogged down in questions of wrong and right, I have to set down how it all came to pass. To recall, but also to relive every delicious moment.

It’s been almost six months now since little Pamela was born. My second daughter. That’s really how this whole thing got started. I wanted another child, but this time I did it without the assistance of a man. After my divorce five years earlier, I had been single and happy, choosing the lovers I wanted — some male, mostly female — but this baby was to be mine and mine only.

So I had myself artificially inseminated at the Pembroke Center, a local feminist clinic. Nine months later, my beautiful Pamela was born.

That’s the prologue. Now comes the story itself. How, with a bit of help from baby Pam, I found the love of my life — and in the last place I’d have expected it to be.

First, let me set the scene. I was in my big comfy chair in the living room corner, by the crib, nursing Pamela. It was a warm evening in June, and Keri was sprawled out on the floor in front of me, reading Harry Potter.

Nursing was wonderful. Feeding Pam was almost sexual, that’s how hungry I was for it. I’d idly tease my swollen nipples, loving the sweet surge I’d feel through my core, traveling from womb to heart and back again. I loved it all: Pammie’s tiny sucking mouth, her little hands groping for my breasts, the tiny wet sounds she made as she sated her appetite. Just thinking about feeding her would send a sweet fluttery feeling through my belly, as if I was really going to be making love instead. Once, while Keri had been at school, I actually masturbated to a lovely orgasm while my infant girl fed from me.

Everything seemed to affect me in such a sensual way, whether it was the summer breeze, or the low throb of a motorcycle passing by, or a moment like the one on this particular day when, while nursing the baby, I glanced over at Keri.

She was dressed as she always was on a summer morning: skimpy t-shirt and panties. But as she lay there on her stomach before me, her little ten-year-old fidgety girl bottom suddenly seemed mysteriously enticing to me. It had been months since I’d made love to a woman, and more years than I’d care to admit since I had explored childish sex games with my best friend Kimmy at the age of twelve.

Which meant that this heightened sensuality I was experiencing seemed to make my daughter’s half-dressed body seem, well, desirable.

I chuckled inwardly at my outlandish arousal, and looked back down at baby Pam, cuddled in my arms. I watched her nurse for awhile, then I happened to look up again. There was Keri, leaning against the doorway, watching me. I winked at her, and she sent a small, fleeting grin back.

Now I must say that Keri had been quite wonderful since her new sister’s birth, what with the huge change in our household, and having to make do with less attention than she was used to. Thankfully, she seemed to understand that my life had to center around Pam for the time being, and displayed an admirable amount of patience with me.

Pam had fallen asleep. I carefully rose, my breasts still bare, and tucked her into the crib. Then I reached for my shirt and began to put it on.

“You’re… leaking.” Keri softly said, her face expressionless.

I looked down, and indeed, milk still oozed from my just-sucked nipple. “It does that, honey.” I touched the fluid with a fingertip, making my breast tingle deliciously. I’d usually get a little giddy from nursing; those days, it seemed like I was always aroused. “Mmmmm… it’s nice and warm, too.” I cooed, smiling up at Keri.

She giggled nervously, took a small step forward, then froze. It seemed as if she had something she wanted to say.

“What, honey? Did you want to ask me something?”

She actually blushed. Then she crossed her legs together and twisted her upper half from side to side, rolling her eyes. “It’s sooo silly!”

“Sweetheart, I’m sure it’s not that silly… now what?”

“No. You’d think I was weird.” She looked down at her feet, still crossed.

I said nothing, just waited.

She peered up at me from beneath her dark brows. I saw her glance at my still bared breasts.

I looked down again, then up. “Keri?”

“Hmm?” Her skinny arms were now folded behind her back.

“Is it about my breasts?”

Keri blushed, hugely this time, then nodded quickly. “Honey, come here.” She pigeon-toed over, arms still held behind her. She stood about neck-high to my breasts, resolutely looking me in the eye. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. I felt my breast brush her shoulder, and another rush of pleasure surged through my nipple.

“Keri, you can ask me anything, you know that. Anything at all.” She was staring at my breasts now, her mouth slightly open. “What it it, honey? Hmm?” I touched my nipple again. Mmm, that felt good. “Tell me.”

She opened her mouth, closed it, then shyly spoke. “Why doesn’t it, um… stop leaking when Pam is, is finished?”

I smiled, loving how it felt when I ran my thumb over the slick nipple, also loving the slightly illicit feel of fondling myself in front of my daughter. Ooh, wicked, I thought. “Well, they don’t know she’s finished, you see. My breasts still have more if she wants it.”

Keri looked at my breast, at my fingers brushing my nipples. She looked up at me again, and I could see, yes, she looked… hungry.

At that moment I realized something I hadn’t before: how often Keri seemed to be nearby when I was feeding her sister, as if she were fascinated by the sight: me, half-naked and cradling the baby to my breast, Pammie’s sucking mouth fastened to an engorged nipple, drinking her fill of my sweet milk.

A tendril of excitement spun through me — and a wild idea popped into my head. Really wild.

“Keri?” I looked sideways at her, barely able to believe I was going to do this. “Do you want a taste?”

Oh, what a precious reaction. I watched her eyes open, dilate, flutter; her mouth opened, she took a deep breath as if elated, but not wanting to let it show. She smiled slightly, started to nod, then nodded faster, grinning excitedly.

“Come, honey.” I sat down on the couch, put my arms around Keri and drew her in to me, placing her between my legs.

I lifted my round, ripe breast to her mouth. “Here,” I murmured, “Go ahead…”

Keri leaned in slightly and touched her lips to my nipple. She looked up at me, then took the tip of my breast into her warm mouth.

And she began to suckle. Oh, my, she did. And the difference between being nursed by Keri and Pam was so urgently sexual. Keri’s mouth sucked hard. Tenderly, but hard. And I felt my milk flow so deliciously into my little girl’s mouth.

Ohhhhh God yes, it was so good… like being made love to.

I watched Keri’s eyes close contentedly as she drank, purring with pleasure. And as she did, her hips shifted and wriggled, her body tightly pressed against my barely clad pussy.

Mmmmmm, yes. I was already incredibly aroused, and I realized, with a mixture of concern and joyous abandon, that my little girl was going to make me come.

I tried not to let it show, but did, perhaps unconsciously, trail my hand down to her bottom to pull her hips and body more firmly against mine.

And I think Keri was feeling something more herself, because her suckling became a bit fiercer, and she seemed to be grinding herself into my throbbing sex.

I did rave a bit, let’s call it that. Just as one might to a lover in the midst of ecstasy. Little endearments, loving words. “Mmm, yes, that’s a good girl, that’s right, mmm… ohhh, I’m so glad I can do this for you, honey. Oh, honey… that’s lovely, Keri… oh. Oh!”

Her bottom felt so good in my hand. It seemed to contract and pulse every time she swallowed.

I did come. And I think that Keri knew, somehow. When I did, she just hugged me tightly, then her lips broke away from my nipple with a wet sound. I nearly moaned when she placed several tender kisses on my breasts, then we snuggled together for a long time.

I must have been in a sort of stupor, or perhaps a daydream. Because when I came back to the real world, I found I was slumped back on the couch, languidly stroking and fondling Keri’s little bottom while we hugged. It was like stepping from a dream to reality in a cold flash — and I immediately slid my hands up to her back, amazed that I’d been touching my daughter in that way.

A small mew of discontent came from between my breasts. I watched Keri’s little panty-clad butt squirm a bit. Her big brown eyes looked up at me, her mouth still wet with my milk. “Why’d you stop?”

I couldn’t believe what I heard. “Stop… what, honey?”

She wiggled her butt again. “Rubbing my bottom.” Her cheeks squeezed together. “I like you rubbing my bottom.”

Now, this was too weird. She’s your daughter. Who you’ve fought with, and spoonfed, and spoiled, and punished…

And, God help me, I looked at her pert little butt and felt lust. What was happening to me? Stall for time.

“You… you liked that?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured emphatically.

My hand wavered, brushing her back. I watched wide-eyed as she reached up, grasped my hand and, very pointedly, placed it on her pert little rump. Again, she hit me with those big eyes. “Mommy… rub my bottom.”

All right, then. My hand moved, tentatively at first, lightly circling her cheeks.

“Do it harder, Mommy.”

Like a backrub, right? But… lower. I tentatively allowed the other hand to join in this new game, then I was knowingly doing what I’d been unconscious of before: touching my little girl’s ass as if she were a lover. Only now, I was using both hands.

Soft, deep circles and squeezes, easing into a steady rhythm. I noticed that, whenever my hands would meet to spread her little cheeks, Keri would sigh and arch her back.

Her small voice again, from against my breasts: “Mmmm… that feels nice.”

“Good, honey. I’m glad.” My breathing was getting a bit heavier as my hands warmed to their task. Stroke, circle, stroke, squeeze, spread, circle…

I smelled myself; smelled us. My heat, her breath, and… her sex. I could, I swear I could detect a new scent in the room — the spicy musk of Keri’s pussy. And her bottom seemed so much softer now, and more open to me, somehow. I could feel a growing wet spot in my panties. Okay, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this…

“Mommy?” This was almost a whisper, and so urgent-sounding that I stopped in mid-stroke. I looked down at those brown eyes, so soft and dreamy, her cheeks pinked with pleasure. “Please, could you touch… inside my bottom? In the middle?”

My heart nearly stopped. “In the… middle?”

Her little hand reached around again, this time to put my open hand directly on the crack of her ass. “Right there.” My stars…

I began to slowly stroke up and down, fingers pressing slightly into Keri’s panty-covered cleft. I watched her eyes close.

“Like this?” I breathed.

She nodded, snuggling her face into my breasts. “Just… mmmmm, oh yes…” she murmured.

I caressed my daughter’s crack more firmly now, my heart pounding. Oh my God. This child, my own little girl, had been transformed into a sexual creature in my hungry hands. My fingers brushed the rosebud of her anus, traced the tiny cleft between her cheeks. She was so warm there, the material of her cotton panties growing damp.

Keri made tiny noises at my chest, little coos and mewings, as my eager fingers stroked and smoothed a path down, down into the hidden crevice of her babyish slit. As soon as I touched her there, her little butt arched into my hand and her legs slid out, stockinged feet gliding along the hardwood floor.

Oh, my beautiful little girl, my darling Keri, I’m going to make you come. Mommy’s going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before. And I felt her open to me, my fingers twisting along her smooth vulva, thumb pressed firmly against her rosebud. Her mouth was open, breath hot against my skin as Keri blindly nuzzled my breasts.

And she raised her head, her eyes wide as she called out to me, panting, “Mmmommy, oh Mommy, oh it feels so, so good, I’m… mmmMMMMmmm, ohhhh, Mommeeeeee…”

All of a sudden, Keri thrust herself away from me and leapt to her feet. Her lower lip trembled, and she put a hand down between her legs, covering her mound as her eyes filled with tears.

“Keri? What is it, honey?” I reached for her.

She sobbed once, then turned and stumbled up the stairs.

Oh God oh God oh God. What had I done to my little girl? Stricken to the heart, I numbly stood, pausing to check on the baby, then hastened upstairs after my baby girl, clumsily buttoning my shirt as I went.

At the door I could see Keri face down on her bed, sobbing loudly. I was devastated.

I sat on the bed by my daughter, lightly touching her hair. “Honey,” I began, “I am so sorry –”

Immediately she flung herself at me to burrow into my arms, her tears falling on my bare breasts. “No, no, no, no,” she cried.

I held her to me. “Shhh, shhh, angel, hush.”

Her sobbing abated somewhat, and she whimpered, “I’m just… I’m so stupid, I’m so…” and she began to cry again.

“Keri, honey, shhhhh. It’s all right, baby. Shhhh.” I stroked her hair as I held her to me, comforting my unhappy child as best I could.

When she’d quieted somewhat I cupped her face in my hands, peering into those moist brown eyes. “Honey, you are not at all stupid. Why’d you say that?”

Her lip trembled, but held. “‘Cause… cause I got so scared…”

“What, honey? What scared you? The way that… how you were starting to feel when I touched you?”

My little girl nodded. “It got so, so big that I just… I thought I was gonna explode… and it m-made me afraid.” Tears welled once more, threatening to spill over.

I kissed her sweaty temple, then looked into her eyes. “Keri, love… you are such a sweet, wonderful girl.” I stroked her cheek. “And you know that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.” I brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. “That feeling, honey… well, it just gets better, and better, until it feels better than anything you’ve ever felt before,” I crooned as I rocked her in my arms. “But it just seems like an explosion, sweetheart, it’s not real. I just wanted you to feel it for yourself. But it’s all right if you aren’t ready for that, honey. You don’t –”

“But I want to!” Sitting upright in my lap, she grabbed my hand with both of hers and held it to her chest. “I do, Mommy, I really, really want to!” And she gave me a brave little smile!

Oh, my. I opened my arms to her and hugged her tightly, tightly. We rocked together.

“Ohhh, Keri, Keri. I love you, sweetheart, so much.”

She murmured into my chest. “Love you, too.” Her mood already seemed better, and I breathed a soft sigh of relief.

“Mommy,” said Keri as she unfurled from me, “can you, um, touch me like that some more? I want to feel it all this time.” My eyebrows must have risen at that, because she giggled. “I do, I do!”

I looked around the room casually, trying to conceal the sudden pounding of my heart. Finally, I spoke. “How do you want me to… touch you, honey?”

“Oh!” She stared at me. “Ummm… well, I like when you touched my bottom… and, um, my missy,” she said with a little blush.

“Okay.” I couldn’t believe this day, this moment, or what I wanted to do with my child. What I would do with her. I sat there, panties damp, watching my daughter thinking, deciding how she wanted me to make her come.

A dream? Possibly. But I’m not waking up, if I can help it.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

 
Clara Sheppard was a happily married woman of thirty-two with a daughter who had just turned eight. Her husband Mitch was a structural engineer whose work sometimes took him away from home for extended periods. This week was one such time.

Clara was bisexual, and had an understanding with her husband that she could enjoy intimate pleasures with her girlfriend Linda when he was away from home. This week, however, Linda was out of town visiting relatives, so Clara would be spending the week alone with her daughter Sarah.

She and her husband had always taken a very enlightened approach when it came to raising their child. Sarah was taught the facts of life earlier than most kids, and the subject of sex and sexuality was always open for discussion. Sarah knew all about her mom’s relationship with Linda, and that sometimes, as Clara told her, “girls love girls and boys love boys.” Young as she was, the child understood that such feelings were perfectly natural.

That evening, while Sarah and her mother were watching a movie on TV, Linda called to chat with Clara.

As Clara shared a warm conversation with her girlfriend, exchanging affectionate words and, at one point, wistfully telling Linda how much she missed her, Sarah was staring at the television screen without even registering the movie’s plot, every bit of the little girl’s attention centered on what Mommy was saying. The young girl had just begun having sexual thoughts of her own, and her curiosity was piqued by the the relationship between her mother and Linda.

“I love you too… bye-bye,” Clara murmured to Linda, then gently returned the receiver to its cradle.

Sarah gazed up at her mother, giving her a smile of sympathy and understanding.

“You miss Linda, don’t you, Mommy?” she asked.

“Yes, sweetie, I do,” Clara sighed, “very much.” She gave her daughter a resigned smile. “It’s okay, honey. I’ll get to see her some other time.”

Sarah pondered the situation for a moment. Then she slowly stretched out on the couch, flashed her mother an impish smile, and uttered six words that shook Clara to her very core.

“Can I be your girlfriend, Mommy?”

A surge of astonishment coursed through Clara’s body as her daughter lay on the couch, coquettishly peering up at her. That warm tingly sensation she knew so well flared between her legs as she beheld her little Sarah in an altogether different light.

Having been attracted to women ever since reaching puberty, in addition to recently discovering a certain unexpected attraction to pretty young girls, the idea that she might become aroused by her own daughter one day had sometimes lingered in Clara’s mind. But she hadn’t expected that day to arrive so soon! After all, Sarah was only eight.

Gathering her thoughts, Clara took a long, deep breath in a vain attempt to calm her racing heart, then carefully sat on the floor before her little girl, pausing to admire her beauty. Sarah was a slender nymph with warm brown eyes, a pretty mouth and hair the color of raw honey. She had on a long white cotton nightie, and Clara knew that the child wore nothing underneath but panties.

Her eyes dancing with excitement, Sarah kicked off her fuzzy red slippers as she eagerly awaited her mommy’s reply.

“Sweetie… you know I love you, m-more than anything in the world,” Clara stammered, reaching out to take Sarah’s hand.

“I love you too, Mommy!” Sarah chimed in before her mother had a chance to continue. “And I really wanna be your girlfriend… just like Linda!” Grasping Clara’s hand in her two smaller ones, the child brought it to her lips to kiss, than pressed it to her chest.

Clara seemed to melt under the seductive gaze and smile of her darling little angel, growing more aroused than ever at the thought of the two of them becoming lovers. Of course, she couldn’t permit such a thing to actually happen…

Taking another deep breath, Clara shifted closer to her daughter, stroking her hair with trembling fingers. She moved to give the girl a peck on the cheek, then her eyes widened in surprise as Sarah turned her head, placed both hands on her mommy’s cheeks and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

When Sarah drew away, flashing that endearing, impish little smile of hers, Clara could only gape at her child. “Baby,” she gasped as she ran a hand down her daughter’s back, completely unnerved yet aroused beyond belief by Sarah’s kiss. She quivered inside as her fingers drifted dangerously close to the child’s soft bottom.

The temptation was there to give into madness, to take Sarah in her arms and give the little girl the forbidden love she seemed to want. Somehow, though, Clara managed to restrain herself.

“The thing is, honey,” she began, “there’s different kinds of love… and the love that mommies and their daughters share is very, very different from the love between girlfriends,” Clara explained, as her hands explored the softness of Sarah’s legs and her ticklish little feet. But as she breathed in the scent of her child’s baby-soft hair, Clara realized that this sudden unexpected attraction she felt for her Sarah was precisely because she was a little girl.

Thrusting that thought away, she managed to add, “I mean, baby… the things I do with Linda aren’t the kind of things mothers do with their children. They’re more for — for big girls.”

“What things, Mommy?” Sarah asked curiously, then, before Clara could reply, “You mean like hugging and kissing and stuff?”

“Y-yes, sweetie,” Clara replied, her heart throbbing so hard that it echoed in her ears, “and — and stuff.”

“Oh, Mommy, I wanna be a big girl too!” Sarah pleaded. “Can we just be pretend girlfriends then? Oh please, please, pretty please with sugar on it an’ a cherry on top?”

Clara’s mind raced frantically. She wanted so badly to make her little girl happy. How to do that without going too far? she asked herself. Think. Think.

Silently, the thirty-two-year-old mother made her decision — all the while wondering, deep down inside, if “going too far,” wasn’t exactly what she wanted to do with Sarah.

“Okay, you little imp, we can pretend!” Clara sighed in mock exasperation, acting a hell of a lot more confident than she felt. “I’ll give you a nice ‘big girl’ back rub, just like I give Linda. How’s that, honey?”

“Yay!” Sarah excitedly squealed, and before Clara could say a word the child got onto her knees, reached down to grasp the hem of her nightie and tugged it up and off in a single fluid motion, leaving the adorable eight-year-old wearing nothing but panties.

Clara’s head swam as she drank in the sight of her daughter’s near nakedness. The girl was flawless; absolutely flawless. Honey-brown hair spilled over shoulders that were now bare, a few strands curling down to her boyish chest. Clara couldn’t keep her eyes from being drawn to Sarah’s nipples, the pink buds all but begging for the touch of a loving mouth. Her gaze journeyed further down the girl’s body — she’s letting me look, Clara realized with a start — finally resting on the slight rise of her daughter’s mound, only concealed by those snowy white panties.

Sarah knelt before her mother, giving her the chance to see almost everything before she lay down on her tummy, settling onto the couch with a blissful sigh. “Okay, Mommy, I’m ready for my back rub now,” she cooed, giving her bottom a playful wiggle.

Clara drew closer to Sarah, her hands trembling ever so slightly as she carefully placed them on the child’s smooth skin. Steadying herself as best she could, she began to stroke and gently knead her daughter’s bare body.

The young girl let out a feline-like “mmmmm,” all but melting from her mother’s touch as Clara’s hands moved freely about. They vigorously massaged Sarah’s shoulders, then worked their way down her back.

As for Clara, she was melting even more at the tactile loveliness of Sarah’s smooth, baby-soft skin. Then there was the sight of her little girl’s bottom, the pale cheeks peeking out from the bottom of her panties.

“Mmmmm…that feels so good, Mommy,” Sarah moaned as Clara’s hands rubbed her lower back. “Are you gonna do my legs, too? And my bottom?”

Taking a long, shaky breath, Clara complied with her daughter’s request — the first part, anyhow. I can’t let myself rub her bottom, she told herself. I can’t. If I touch her there, how will I be able to stop?

Instead, she began to rub the backs of Sarah’s thighs, working down her daughter’s legs until she reached the girl’s pretty little feet. Taking the left one in her hands, she began to fondle it.

“Oooh… that feels funny, Mommy!” Sarah gasped, wriggling happily as her mother’s fingers stroked the sole of her foot, then slipped between her toes.

Jittery as she was, Clara couldn’t help but feel amusement at her baby’s ticklishness. “It does, does it?” she laughed. Feeling a sudden crazy impulse, Clara brought Sarah’s foot to her mouth, nibbling lightly at the child’s toes.

Sarah squealed with delight at this, but that soon gave way to a pleasurable moan as Mommy kissed her delicately arched instep.

“Oh baby, I love you so much,” Clara breathed as she pressed her lips to the bottom of her daughter’s foot, carried away in the midst of her playful behavior. God, she marveled, even this turns me on, makes me want her even more!

“I love you too, Mommy,” Sarah whispered back.

Helpless to stop what she had so hesitantly begun, Clara started working her way back up Sarah’s thin legs, every atom of her being alive with erotic hunger. Ankles, shins, calves, knees — all the way up to the little girl’s thighs.

She trembled, barely holding back an impassioned moan as her daughter parted both legs slightly, as if encouraging Clara to touch in between them.

No! the lightheaded mother quickly admonished herself. Don’t even think that. You mustn’t!

But as she kneaded Sarah’s soft, supple thighs, the beautiful mother felt the reservations she had about indulging in lesbian love with an eight-year-old girl — and her own daughter at that! — begin to slowly evaporate, like morning fog at sunrise.

Then Clara felt her arousal soar to even greater heights when she spied the merest hint of dampness between her daughter’s legs, a small, slightly darker patch on Sarah’s panties.

Sarah looked up at her mom, flashed an impish smile, and seductively wiggled her bottom. “Rub me there, Mommy… pleeease?”

Clara swallowed hard, braced herself, then began a slow, sensuous massage of her daughter’s pert little rump. Sarah’s girlish giggles quickly turned to ‘big girl’ sighs and moans. Clara was beside herself with a heady mixture of motherly love and incestuous lust.

As her fingers pressed into the soft yet firm flesh of her daughter’s supple bottom, they inched ever closer to her moistening flower. The urge to give way to temptation and touch that divine juncture between her child’s thighs raged in Clara’s soul.

Suddenly it was all too much. She had to make love to Sarah right this minute — or flee the room!

In the face of such desperate desire, Clara somehow decided on restraint; realizing that there was a way out, a means by which she could purge this overwhelming lust — and safely out of her daughter’s view.

“Sweetie… Mommy has to — to go to the bathroom,” she told Sarah, and hastily rose onto tottering legs. “I’ll be right back!” she added, exiting the room as quickly as she could without running.

The bathroom door closed and locked, Clara seated herself on the floor with her nightgown open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. She leaned against the bathtub with a hand inside her panties, feverishly working herself toward climax as visions of Sarah flashed in her mind’s eye.

She pictured the little girl completely naked, seated between her parted legs and whimpering in ecstasy as Clara stroked the moist petals of the eight-year-old’s smooth sex.

“Oh my baby, my d-dear sweet baby girl, oh! I — I adore you, p-precious…” Clara gasped and panted, gulping for breath as her body rocked forward and back in a frenzied orgasm.

Little did she know, however, that Sarah was listening in at that very moment, her ear pressed carefully to the door’s other side. Mommy was trying very hard to be quiet, but her whispered words were easy to make out.

After reaching a momentary plateau of satisfaction — enough to take the edge off, at least! — Clara rose, wiped herself, washed her hands, then returned to join Sarah in the living room.

And there her daughter sat, in front of the couch. Only now she was clutching Clara’s pink scarf to her chin with both hands, the silken material draping down to spill on the floor between her spread legs.

Before she could ask Sarah what on earth she was up to, her daughter smiled… then let the scarf fall away.

Clara gaped in a confused mixture of desire, awe, and fear at what she saw. Her little girl was now completely naked, panties lying nearby on the floor, the child’s legs open to reveal the rosy cleft of her virgin sex.

And as Clara stood, riveted to the spot, Sarah slowly trailed a hand down the front of her body, finally tucking it between her thighs. “Look, Mommy… I can be a big girl too!” the girl proudly proclaimed with a seductive smile, brushing her bare slit with the tips of all four fingers. “See, I like touching my kitty, just like you..”

Clara began to shiver as Sarah gazed up at her with an expression that seemed positively angelic, all the while lightly touching the smooth, glistening pink flower. “Mmmmm, this feels nice…” the eight-year-old child sighed as she masturbated for Mommy.

Helpless to turn away, as she knew she ought to, Clara instead moved closer; thighs trembling as she knelt before her daughter, needing to see everything. I shouldn’t, it’s wrong, she thought, but to no avail — the sight of Sarah pleasuring herself was absolutely mesmerizing, its erotic pull too compelling to resist.

“Do you like watching me?” whispered Sarah, that busy hand pressing between her legs, more firmly now. “Ohhhh… d-do you think I look sexy, Mommy?”

As Sarah spoke those words, Clara’s reservations about lesbian incest were swiftly falling by the wayside. “Oh God yes, baby,” she gasped. “Don’t stop — show me what a sexy big girl you are.” We both want this so much, she told herself. It’s meant to be.

Clara’s fingers were unusually clumsy as she undid her nightgown, letting it slip over her shoulders and down to the floor. Sarah’s eyes widened as her mother’s ample breasts were exposed.

“Wow… you’re so bee-you-ti-ful!” Sarah exclaimed, the color rising in her cheeks as she used two fingers to stroke the petals of her glistening sex. “Um… wanna play sex stuff with me, Mommy? Like you do with Linda — pretty please?”

It was an open invitation to indulge in her most forbidden craving; to commit a sin that could tear her life and the lives of her loved ones apart if she and Sarah were found out. Nevertheless, Clara found herself unable to refuse.

“Yes, sweetie — I’ll play with you.” Clara slipped out of her panties, then stood completely nude before her little girl. Soon to be my lover, she marveled.

Smiling hugely, Sarah got up on all fours and turned away from her mother. “Catch me if you can, Mommy!” she squealed joyously, wiggling her cute little bottom as she crawled away, peering over a bare shoulder at her mother.

The thirty-two-year old mother stared at her child, feeling a wave of heat rise beneath her belly as Sarah played the coy young tease, the eight-year-old’s jiggling buttocks beckoning, taunting her. Catch me if you can…

Three steps brought the nude mother to her giggling daughter, and she bent down to encircle the girl’s waist with both arms. “Ha! Got you now, you sexy little girl!” she exclaimed as she lifted a squirming, laughing Sarah to her feet.

Kneeling before her, Clara drew the child into a lover’s embrace, nuzzling the sweet-smelling hair, her hands exploring as much of the baby-soft body as she could reach. Sarah cooed with delight, nestling into her mother’s arms.

Reaching under the girl’s chin, Clara gently tilted Sarah’s face up to hers, momentarily losing herself in those dark brown eyes.

“Sweet baby,” she whispered, “I love you more than — than anything.” She kissed the tender rosebud of her daughter’s mouth, lightly at first.

Clara’s rising lust could no longer be denied, no, not for another second — she deepened the kiss, her heart skipping a beat as she sensed the parting of the little girl’s lips, felt them open like a morning flower. Clara, now all but delirious with desire, reached down to cup her daughter’s small, soft bottom as she allowed her tongue to penetrate Sarah’s waiting mouth.

Sarah hesitantly began to join in the lovemaking, her tiny hands seeking out Clara’s breasts even as the child’s tongue emerged to play. Clara moaned when she felt curious fingers pluck at her nipples, making them throb almost painfully.

Now mother and daughter were embracing like lovers, tongues dancing in a true lover’s kiss.

Eager to take things further, Clara gently broke away, then guided Sarah’s face her down to her breasts. The little girl responded instinctively, taking an erect nipple between her lips to suckle.

“Oh yes, darling… yes,” Clara moaned, “that feels heavenly…”

Her hands were still cradling Sarah’s bottom — and as the girl continued to nurse, Clara began to fondle those delicate globes. She allowed her fingers to slip between the tender cheeks, teasing the cleft of her daughter’s anus.

A soft whimper escaped the child’s lips as she continued to shower affection on Mommy’s big, beautiful breasts, cupping one with her two small hands while she lovingly suckled the other.

“Mmm, I’m your little baby now… right, Mommy?” Sarah cooed as she let go of her mom’s breast, gazing adoringly into Carol’s lust-glazed eyes.

“Oh yes, Sarah,” Clara sighed, tears of joy welling in her eyes. “You’ll always be my sweet angel baby,” she continued, slipping her hand between the girl’s soft, supple thighs, fingers seeking and finding the warmth of her smooth slit. A new surge of arousal surged through Clara’s belly when she discovered that her daughter’s honey was flowing freely.

Bringing those wet fingers to her lips to taste the sweetness that coated them, a moaning Clara lay back on the thick shag carpet. Little Sarah happily crawled on top of her, squirming against Mommy’s naked body.

“Oooh… are we making love?” Sarah cooed, as she felt her mom’s hand delve once more between her quivering legs. “Mmmmm, I like that, Mommy…”

“Yes, my baby, we’re making love,” a dazed Clara replied as she trailed her middle finger between the moist petals of her little girl’s flower, then let the tip glide along the vaginal cleft until she was touching the tiny nubbin of Sarah’s love button. The child’s eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting to let out a choked whimper as Mommy lightly brushed the throbbing clit.

Sarah’s head rested on her mother’s breast, the girl’s tongue emerging to lick at a stiffened nipple as Clara masturbated her to the very edge of climax. “F-feels good, Mommy,” she stammered, “so good!”

Her own sex aching for release, Clara reached down to slide a hand between her thighs, plunging two fingers into the slippery canal. She probed herself hard and deep, waves of pleasure mounting steadily until she was panting and heaving in raw animal lust.

Sarah was mewling helplessly, lost in warm, wonderful new feelings as she rode her Mommy’s hand, both arms twined around Clara’s neck, face buried between her breasts.

“Oh, oh baby… I love you s-so much!” Clara cried as she sensed her little girl edging tantalizingly close to orgasm, desperately wanting to join Sarah in ecstasy. “Oh yes, baby, come for Mommy… that’s it… oh yes, yes, my s-sweet little lover girl… you make Mommy feel b-better than, than anything…” She was babbling now, on the verge of meltdown. “I adore you, sweetheart…”

“I love you too, Mommy,” Sarah gasped as those big good feelings got bigger and bigger inside… “I wanna be your lover girl forever an’ ever… I love you, I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!” The child was almost shrieking, every part of her shaking as she came.

Clara exploded in her own earth-shattering orgasm, teeth clenched tightly as she forced four fingers into her vagina, deep as they could go. With the other hand she continued to stimulate her daughter’s clitoris, taking Sarah and herself to the peak of rapture and beyond.

The next thing that Clara remembered was finding herself sprawled on the floor, spent and gasping for breath. Little Sarah was on top of her, showering her naked body with kisses. The child paused to briefly suckle each of her mother’s nipples, then eagerly nuzzled her way down Clara’s belly and to her moist, neatly trimmed bush.

As Clara stared at her daughter with awestruck eyes, Sarah lovingly caressed her mommy’s glistening vulva, then brought that hand to her lips to imbibe of the sticky love nectar.

“Mmmm… yummy good!” Sarah cooed as she tasted the sweet honey dripping from the vessel that had given her life. Licking her lips, she lowered her face between Clara’s legs; kissing, then licking at the tart flesh for a few divine seconds before popping up again, her eyes dancing excitedly, lips and chin glistening. “Mommy? Are we real girlfriends now?”

Gazing in wonder at her little girl, Clara found herself beginning to cry. Only somehow, it was mixed with joyous laughter. “Oh, yes, baby,” she replied, quickly brushing the tears away. “We are absolutely lovers, you and I.”

“Yayyyy!” Sarah cheered, thrusting her fists into the air. “I’m Mommy’s lo-ver, I’m Mommy’s lo-ver…” She suddenly paused, pursing her lips in thought. “Um… you won’t stop being girlfriends with Linda, will you? I really like her!”

“No, hon,” Clara replied. “I like her too.” She struggled into a sitting position. “Come on — let’s go up to my room now and get all cozy. We can rest for a little bit… then Mommy’s got lots more wonderful things to teach you about making love.”

Sarah quickly sprang to her feet, grinning hugely. “Ohboyohboyohboy! Let’s go!”

Clara slowly stood, then scooped a giddy little girl up and into her arms.

Padding through the house with this precious cargo, Clara kissed Sarah’s mouth again and again as she carried her to bed.

They spent the night in each other’s arms… a mother and daughter exploring the possibilities of their new love.

*****

This originated as a brief, very arousing vignette by Leslita author and friend Rboy. Upon reading it, I asked him if he’d permit me to spin his idea into a longer story. Not only did he generously allow me to play with his words, Rboy became a partner in the creative process, adding ideas and input to the finished product. Much gratitude to him for making the creation of this story a joyful experience for me. I can only hope that the rest of you experience some of that joy for yourselves in the reading.

 

By JetBoy

 

It was hot and humid, even for July. The air outdoors seemed thick as chicken soup, without so much as a wisp of breeze to be had. Leaving the house on a day like this was clearly out of the question, so Fay and her daughter Gina were seated at the kitchen table, idly playing cards.

Fay was dressed in her summer sleepwear — her ex-husband’s Mets T-shirt, skimpy panties underneath. Nevertheless, she was still just warm enough to be slightly uncomfortable.

“I think I need to have someone over to take a look at the air conditioner,” she muttered, peering at her cards. “Seems like it ought to be a lot cooler in here than it is.” She stretched and yawned, then glanced up at her daughter. “Got any fives, hon?”

Her daughter tapped her fingers on the tabletop, gazing into space.

“Gina? Fives?”

Gina looked up distractedly, her red hair slightly frizzy from the heat.

As always, the sight of her adorable daughter made Fay feel all warm inside. At fourteen, Gina could sometimes pass for twelve, even eleven. Hardly any breasts to speak of beneath that tank top, her hips slim as a boy’s. Fay’s gaze traveled down her daughter’s body, lingering on Gina’s coltish legs. So smooth, so elegant. Such a sexy sight in those lime-green tennis shorts…

All right — enough of that, Fay told herself, taking a deep breath to still her suddenly throbbing heart. “Gina?”

“Hmm?” Such lovely green eyes she had, too. Eyes to lose yourself in…

“Honey? Fives?”

Gina started, then stared blankly at her own cards. “Um… go fish.”

Fay drew from the deck… three of diamonds. She glanced up at Gina, then paused as she noticed her daughter gazing at her, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Suddenly, Gina spoke. “Mommy?”

“What, hon?”

Then Fay saw Gina’s cheeks redden, her daughter nibbling nervously at her lower lip. She seemed about to say something… then she shook her head, looking down at her cards. “Um, nothing.” She concentrated fiercely. “Is it my turn?”

Fay sat back. “Yes, it is.” She frowned. “What is the matter, honey? You seem a million miles away. What’s on your mind?”

“Ummm… well, uh, can I ask you something, Mommy — something kinda, um, personal?”

Fay smiled lovingly at her daughter. “You can ask me anything, honey. I might not want to answer, but you can always ask.”

“Well… I was thinking about Laura.”

“Hmmm, okay,” Fay murmured. “What about her?” Laura had been Fay’s lover for the past couple of years, until they had parted amicably three months ago.

“Well… I know you and Laura were, like, you know, friends before — um… you were together.”

“Uh-huh. Yes, we were.” Fay nodded.

“For how long?”

“Ohhh, maybe… a year. Or two? No, wait. About… a year and a half, I guess.”

“Before…”

“Before… we became lovers, yes.” It felt odd to say this to her daughter, even though they had discussed it in the past. Fay was acutely conscious of the girl’s questioning gaze.

“Hm.” Gina replied.

Fay’s brow arched. “Why?”

Her daughter shook her head slowly. “Um, I just…” She looked down at her cards. A pause. “Got any queens?”

Fay smiled. “Go fish.”

Gina took a card, then grinned. There’s my girl, thought Fay. “I got a queen, I got a queen…” the girl chanted, waving the card to and fro.

“Well, la-di-da, Miss Thing, you got a queen. Woo-hoo,” Fay gently mocked.

Suddenly Gina laid her cards face down on the table. “Mommy?” Her face was serious again.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask you a really personal question?”

“Of course you can, sweetie.”

Gina flushed again, breathed deeply, and dove in. “What happened… that made you, well, more than friends?” The look on her face was priceless. She seemed partly nervous, partly curious, partly proud of herself for having the courage to ask.

Despite the sudden surge of excitement she felt at Gina’s question, Fay hesitated. “Ohhh, honey…” She put her own cards down. “That’s… that’s real grownup stuff.”

“I know, but… I really want to know. Really.”

Fay stared at her blossoming little girl, enthralled — but still unsure. She sighed. “The thing is, hon…” How to say it? “It’s just that… that kind of… hmmm.” She took another sip of soda, steeling herself. “Okay, here’s the thing. I get… really aroused when I talk about anything like that.”

“Aroused? You mean—”

Fay smiled, rolled her eyes. “Turned on. Sex-u-ally ex-ci-ted.”

Gina’s eyes widened.

“And I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to be… telling you things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re my daughter, honey.”

“But you told me all about my period.”

“I know, but…” Fay was at a loss for words. And despite her best intentions, getting turned on already…

Bad enough she had caught herself having sexual fantasies about her own daughter lately — it wasn’t that hard for her to keep those to herself. But now Gina wanted her to talk about sex, and lesbian sex at that! Not to mention that her little girl looked absolutely luscious in those skimpy summer shorts and her tank top.

Fay took a deep, calming breath. It wouldn’t do for her fourteen-year-old to even suspect that her mother found her desirable. “Honey, I don’t think—”

“And this is really important to me!”

“Why?”

Gina blushed hugely this time. Her eyes seemed to glow. “It just is,” she murmured.

A pause. To tell or not…

“All right.”

“Cool!”

“But wait, wait now. I don’t want you gabbing about this with anyone, okay? If I find out you’ve told this to any of your friends, you are in deep trouble, missy. Okay?” Gina nodded. “I mean it.”

“I won’t tell anyone, Mommy,” Gina solemnly intoned, drawing a large X across her chest with two fingers. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“All right, then.” Fay took a deep breath and shifted in her chair. “So. What happened that made Laura and me more than friends… ” She fumbled for the right words, then decided to simply be as straightforward with her daughter as she could. “You want to hear about the first time we… we made love, don’t you?”

Gina nodded, rapt.

“Right. Well, Laura and I met when she worked in my office building, you know… and she was a lot of fun. This was about half a year after your dad left, and I didn’t really feel like dating, so I spent time with her instead. We hung out, went to parties, and concerts and stuff. Well, this one night we went out driving, to celebrate Laura’s getting a new car. Just two hot chicks, jazzing down the strip, the CD player turned up loud…” She chuckled at the thought.

“We had some time to kill, and Laura asked if I wanted to go up the mountain and check out Lover’s Lane. Take in the view, share a couple of beers, and then go to this hot club where things wouldn’t get going until later. So we drove up and parked, and no one else was around. We ended up hanging out there for a long time. It was so nice and peaceful, and we enjoyed it so much, that we decided not to even bother with the club. We talked for awhile, looking out over the town. And then we were quiet. Just sitting there, really…”

A pause. Fay absently stroked her belly through the T-shirt. Gina watched her mother’s face, listening intently.

“I think I said, ‘This is really nice,’ or something, and then we just… looked at each other.” Fay murmured. “She was staring at me, and I was staring at her for the longest time. It felt like I was falling into her eyes… ” Fay shifted in her chair. “I saw her starting to kind of come back, or go away, or whatever. And she said, ‘No making out tonight, I guess.’ Still looking right at me. And then I said — and I don’t know where this came from, or how I had the nerve… I said, ‘Want to make out?’ No joke, girl. I was serious. And part of my brain was saying, Oh, great — you just lost your best friend. But then Laura looked at me, and nodded her head!”

Gina giggled, smiling… thrilled to be hearing this.

Fay laughed, shaking her head in wonder. “I could have died right then. I won! And I didn’t even know I was playing!” She took a sip of Coke, now aware that her nipples were visibly erect. Feeling a bit self-conscious, she put down the glass and folded her arms across her chest. Gina watched her mother, her eyes wide, eager to hear more.

Instead, Fay shrugged. “And there you have it.”

Gina’s fist hit the table, a big scowl on her face. “Mommy!”

“What?”

“You know! What — what happened then?”

Fay sighed, sliding down in her chair. Her T-shirt rode to her upper thighs. “Ohhhh! I knew I shouldn’t have started this!” She crossed her arms over her head.

Gina pulled her chair closer. “Mommy, please. Finish.”

Fay brought her arms down. Looked at her flushed daughter. And caught a tantalizing hint of something, something sexual — Gina’s excitement.

What’s happening here? Fay thought as she stared into her beautiful daughter’s eyes, the bright red hair framing the soft, serious face. Am I really going to do this? Describe my first lesbian experience to my little girl? Well… all right. Go for it, whatever it is.

“Um, well, she slid across the seat to me, and we kinda sat there looking at each other for a minute or two, both of us feeling really shy… and then we kissed.” Fay sighed, her face alight as she remembered the moment. “And it was everything I’d ever dreamed of, but ten times better. I’d never known how wonderful it could be… just kissing. Oh my God, we made out for hours. And… I’m going to tell you everything, now, honey. I just loved to… touch her. And kiss her, all over — I could spend hours kissing every part of her. Her face, her hands, her… breasts, her, her vagina, yes. Her bottom. All over. Even…”

“What?”

“Even her… secret place, we used to call it. Inside her bottom. Her… hole. Oh, she loved for me to lick her there.”

“Wow. You really touched her there? And, uh, licked her?”

“Yes, I did, honey. That… part of the body, the secret place, is a very, um, erotic place for Laura. And for me too, actually.”

“And… did she… do those things to you?”

“Oh, yes… she was a very good toucher, and… kisser, and — well, she was good at lots of things.” A pause. “It’s okay that we’re just friends now, me and Laura,” Fay said thoughtfully, “but I do miss, well, the times she and I spent together, making love…” She sat quietly for a moment, tracing a pattern on the table with her fingernail. Finally, she looked up at her daughter. “Is that enough, honey? Did I answer your question?”

Gina nodded shyly. “Thank you, Mommy.”

“Oh honey, you’re welcome. I’m sorry I was so… weird about it.” They smiled at each other lovingly. “So,” Fay said, “why did you want to hear that story, anyhow? Will you tell me now?”

“Well…” Gina said, suddenly looking down at her feet, “there’s this girl in my gym class, named Eve. She’s really cute. And I — I think she, um, likes me.” She paused. “I mean, likes me more than — than just friends.”

Fay felt her heartbeat accelerate as she digested this bit of information. “W-what do you mean, honey? Has she tried to—”

“No… nothing like that, Mommy. She, well, kinda flirts with me, sort of like she wants to go out on a date with me or something. And… it’s the way she looks at me, too. She’s always doing that. Especially when we’re, um, in the showers. And she doesn’t even try to hide it! And the other day, she…” Gina struggled for the words.

“What, baby? You can tell me.”

“I caught her looking at me again in math class the other day… and when I caught her doing it, she… she… she licked her lips really slow. Like this!” And Gina put on her sexiest look, parted her lips and slowly circled her mouth with her tongue.

Fay was nearly trembling with arousal, trying to keep Gina from seeing it. “So…” she said softly. “These things Eve does… do they bother you, honey?”

Gina slowly shook her head. “No,” she said quietly, “I think she’s sweet. Sometimes, I think about her k-kissing me. And… uh, other things.”

“Other things…?” Fay whispered. Her panties were quickly becoming damp.

“Hugging me. Being, um, together without our clothes on… and touching. Kissing each other… but, well, sexy kissing, like the way girls kiss boys. And some of the kind of… things you and L-Laura did, Mommy.” Gina raised a concerned face to look at her mother. “Is that… is that okay?”

Fay’s heart swelled with love for her daughter, even as her arousal surged to new heights. “Of course, honey,” she murmured, getting up and squatting before Gina, gazing lovingly into her eyes. “Sweetheart, you are old enough now to feel that way about other people. And it doesn’t matter one bit if that person is a boy or a girl. If you are… attracted to Eve, you should do something about it. Sounds to me like she wants you to.”

Gina’s eyes were shining. “Oh, Mommy, I knew I could tell you about how I felt… and, and you’d understand!” She threw her arms around Fay and held her tightly.

I understand a lot better than you know, little one, Fay thought. The realization that her daughter had been thinking about girl/girl lovemaking had her aching with arousal. And now holding Gina close, smelling her sweet skin — well, that wasn’t helping things.

“You’re welcome, baby.” Fay unsteadily rose to her feet. “Just remember that you can talk to me about anything, okay? I’m always here for you.” Taking her seat, she picked up her cards. “So… you want to finish this game, honey?” Gina nodded. “Hmm, whose turn is it? Oh yeah, you had woo-hoo queens. So… any sevens?”

“Go fish.”

“Oh, well.” Fay picked a card from the deck, then reached for her soda can — only to find it empty. “Hmm… I need something to drink. You want another Coke?”

“Nah.” Fay got up. Gina gazed longingly at her mother, then softly said, “Mommy?”

Fay turned. “Hmmm?”

“Can I have another hug instead?”

“Oh, baby… you don’t ever have to ask,” Fay laughed, reaching out to her daughter. “You can have a million hugs, if you want!”

Gina stood, sighing happily as she wrapped her arms around Fay’s waist. She murmured into her mother’s chest, “Thanks again for everything, Mommy. I really love you.”

“Oh, honey…” Fay was melting inside as she felt her daughter’s face graze her nipple. “I love you too.” She patted Gina’s back. “Did you say that you didn’t want a Coke?”

Gina shook her head as she sat. “I haven’t finished this one.” She held up the can, swishing its contents around.

“Okay.” Moving to the refrigerator, Fay opened it and peered in, murmured “Now where did I…?” She turned to open the pantry, then leaned in to search. The six-packs of Coke were stacked in the back of the lower shelf, so she hoisted up her shirt and knelt down to retrieve one. It took some moving and shifting to get to the back of the pantry. And she was only a few feet away from where Gina sat.

Cards in hand, the girl stared, enthralled by the unexpected sight of her mother’s very womanly bottom — the t-shirt hiked up to her waist, her behind clearly visible through the gauzy panties Fay was wearing. In fact, her breath was nearly stolen away by the teasing view she was given of the rosy pinkness of her mother’s sex, framed by a shadow of dark curls. Best of all, she could see the dark, secret cleft between the shapely cheeks of her bottom — and somehow that excited Gina most of all.

Her heart was beating fast, her entire body tingling. Gosh, Mommy is so sexy…

Suddenly Fay rose, and turned. Gina hurriedly looked down at her cards.

“Hey — were you cheating?” Fay mock-scowled, lifting an eyebrow.

Gina blushed furiously, stammering, “N-no!” She felt hot, knew her face was red, and looked down again.

Fay stared, curious. “Honey? What’s wrong?”

Gina continued to blush violently. She looked up, saw her mother’s concerned face. She squirmed in her chair, utterly embarrassed.

“Is it about what I said? Oh, Gina —”

“It’s kind of… no, not really, it’s just… oh, Mommy,” Gina sighed, suddenly feeling so young, so like a little girl. “You’re just so… so, pretty, so grown up! You should be spending time with real people, like, not like me, I’m just… you know, I’m just a stupid little kid.” She looked down at her cards, her lower lip trembling.

Fay stared at her, frowning in concern. “Hey.” Gina looked up. “I am with real people.” She sat down, scooting her chair closer to her daughter. Touching Gina’s hot cheek, she murmured, “I like you, honey. I’m not just being your mom, you know.” She took the girl’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “The time we spend together is precious to me, hon. I wouldn’t give it up for, for anything. Okay?”

Gina peered sideways at her mother. She attempted a smile, then giggled. “Okay.”

“Good,” said Fay. She was still holding Gina’s hand as she tilted her head, her eyes narrowing. “Hmmm… I was telling you about me and Laura, and you were telling me about your friend at school, then you were blushing and acting strange… and now you say that you’re too young for me to be hanging out with you. What’s that all about, honey? Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Oh, GOD!” Gina squeaked, mortified. She jumped up from her chair and raced over to the couch, burying her face in the cushions.

A laughing Fay followed, landing next to Gina with a bounce. She reached around to Gina’s bare underarms and began to tickle her daughter. The girl squealed, thrashing wildly, trying to escape.

“What? You have to tell me! I have ways of making you talk!” gasped Fay.

“No! NO! Stop, really! Oooohgh, stop, please!” Gina twisted away, laughing helplessly, and curled herself into a ball.

“Oh, no you don’t!” cried Fay, and flipped Gina onto her back, grinning as she straddled her daughter’s waist. She leaned over the girl, her long brown hair tickling Gina’s face. They breathed heavily, staring at each other.

“Now.” Fay’s face was wild in the shadow of her hair. “You have to tell me.” Gina squirmed, and her mother grabbed a wrist in each hand. “Nope, you’re not getting away from me, little girl.” Her voice was low, soothing. “Come on, honey. What were you thinking about…?”

“Your… bottom,” Gina whispered after a long pause.

Fay froze, her eyes widening. “My bottom?”

“Your bottom.” Gina felt her face redden. She shouted, “Your bottom, your bottom!”

Fay stared down at her little girl… at her elfin face; then at her nipples, clearly visible through her tank top; then further down, to the smooth white skin of her tummy.

She lightly flexed her ass into Gina’s lap. “You were thinking about… this?”

Gina nodded, her eyes wide.

Fay continued to look down at her daughter, her body throbbing from head to toe, forbidden thoughts now whirling crazily in her head.

Reaching a decision, she slowly, slowly began to gyrate against Gina.

“What about my bottom?” Fay said softly, gazing deep into her daughter’s eyes.

The little girl felt the soft pressure of her mother grinding against her lap, and she instinctively began to respond, her hips flexing and lifting to meet Mommy’s movements. She had been upset, just seconds ago… but now Gina felt strange, sort of lightheaded and very excited. Looking into Fay’s hazel eyes, feeling the warmth of her mommy’s beautiful body… well, Gina was starting to feel pretty warm down there herself.

Her mother leaned in closer, so that Gina was enveloped in a musky tent of her soft, fragrant hair, their faces now inches apart. She whispered again, “What about my bottom, little one?”

“Um…” Gina whispered, “I was uh, looking at your… bottom when you were, were getting a Coke, and… and…”

“What, baby…?” Fay murmured, her eyes never leaving Gina’s.

“And… you are so b-beautiful,” Gina stammered. “I don’t know — seeing your, your bottom, it made me feel good… all tingly. I — I liked it, Mommy… liked looking at you. Is… is that b-bad for me to feel?” Her face was filled with concern.

Fay gently shushed her daughter. “No, honey, it’s not bad at all. I love for you to look at me. It makes me feel good.” As she spoke, Fay slowly pulsed herself against Gina, working her pelvis, languidly pressing her moistening sex into the girl’s yielding lap, feeling Gina’s shorts inching downward, sensing her daughter’s heat through her panties.

She whispered, “When you looked at me that way, honey… what did you see?”

“Um… I saw… ooooh.” A little soft prickle of something wonderful pulsed through Gina’s tummy. It made her dizzy.

Fay studied her dear little girl’s glowing face as their bodies slowly churned together. “Does this feel good, honey?”

Gina nodded, her mouth falling open, “Uh-huh…”

“I’m glad…” Fay continued to undulate against her daughter, her lust now a living thing, coiling and uncoiling in her belly. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no, please. Don’t stop.” Oh, gosh, it did feel good. Gina looked deeply into her mother’s eyes as they slowly moved together. “Mommy?” in a small voice.

“What, little love?”

“I really like this.” Gina whispered.

Fay smiled. “Me too,” still pressing her buttocks against Gina’s lap. “Now tell me, honey. Tell me what you saw.” She stared into Gina’s glazed young eyes, inches from hers, and whispered, “Did you see my secret place?”

The young girl felt as if she was floating, the wonderful scary hot feelings between her legs becoming constant now, and building. She gazed into her mother’s loving eyes, felt the steady motion of Mommy’s body on top of hers, and slowly nodded her head.

“Oh, honey, I’m so glad,” breathed Fay. “I’m glad you saw my secret place. It’s my own, you know, a very wonderful part of me, and I want you to see it. Only you. You’re so special to me, my dear Gina.” She kissed the girl’s forehead. “Do you understand?”

Gina nodded. She raised herself up enough to place a clumsy kiss upon her mother’s chin, then lay back, blushing.

Fay smiled. “Thank you, my love.” She lightly touched Gina’s lips with her fingers. “That’s what you are, you know. You are my love.” She moved even closer to her wide-eyed daughter. “Do you know that? Do you know how much you mean to me?”

She breathed the last question into Gina’s open mouth, then softly kissed the little bee-stung lips one at a time, lingering at the lower lip, gently sucking. She then raised herself, just enough to peer into her little girl’s glassy, yearning eyes.

Gina pressed her hips upward as her mother kissed her again — this time, a long, deep and hungry kiss. The younger girl felt herself parting her lips, allowing Mommy’s tongue to glide into her mouth.

The fourteen-year-old had never experienced anything as lovely as this, not ever. Her mother’s mouth was soft and sweet, tasting of peppermint lip gloss with a lingering hint of Coke. Gina found herself wondering if this was the way her mother had kissed Linda, her heart racing with excitement at the very idea.

Should I kiss Mommy back? she asked herself… but before she could take such a daring step, her mother’s lips were gone.

Fay gently broke away, sitting up beside her daughter, breathless at the picture now before her: Gina, her soft red hair askew, mouth open and wet from kissing, those green shorts now halfway down her thighs. The girl’s panties had slipped down, too, revealing the beginning swell and cleft of her rosy pudendum.

A trembling Gina gaped at her mother. In a very little-girl voice, she asked, “Mommy? Why did you stop?”

Fay smiled. At this moment, Gina looked more like eight than fourteen. “You are so very beautiful, baby… mmmm, I have such a lovely daughter.” she breathed, gently placing her hand atop Gina’s panty-clad sex. The girl stared down at her mother’s hand, then gazed up at Fay, mouth slightly open, a dreamy look in her eyes.

Fay gently stroked the small rise of her daughter’s mound, and Gina shivered deliciously.

“Ginny? Can I ask you to do something for me?”

The young girl’s eyes shone with love. “Oh, Mommy, yes, anything. What?”

Fay continued to caress her daughter through her panties. “Can you… show me your secret place, too?”

It struck Gina as so adorable, the sight of her mother looking at her almost bashfully as she asked that. Her own shyness forgotten, Gina quickly sat up, throwing her arms around Fay. “Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered fiercely into her mother’s ear. “I want you to.” She looked up into Fay’s eyes. “I do. I want you — ” and she was suddenly feeling shy once more, “to… to see me.”

Fay sighed happily. “Oh, Gina. I have to kiss you again.”

And she leaned in to do just that, her tongue slipping into her daughter’s mouth once more. Gina surprised herself by matching her mother’s passion, wrapping her arms around the older woman’s neck as her own tongue flashed to life.

As they kissed, Fay’s hand caressed her child’s soft white tummy, then slipped beneath the waistband of Gina’s panties to touch her lightly downed vulva. A shudder of pleasure ran through Gina as their mouths slid wetly together.

Fay’s long fingers traced their way down the groove of Gina’s sex, caressing her daughter’s suddenly moist flesh, stroking the sticky petals before slowly sliding a fingertip inside.

Now Gina was writhing to Fay’s ministrations, mewling ecstatically into her mother’s mouth as they kissed. Fay then drew back, but continued to finger her daughter, desperately wanting to see her come. She watched as Gina’s lips parted in wonder. In a shaky whisper, the girl gasped, “Is this… touching?”

“Yes, my love,” whispered Fay.

And suddenly Gina began to cry out. “Oh, oh, oh, Mommy… wh-what’s happening to me? Ohh! Mommmm… OhhhhhHHH!” She threw her head back, shivering violently as Fay guided her through a powerful climax — her first? She bucked and rocked on her mother’s loving fingers as her pleasure mounted higher, higher — finally collapsing, exhausted, onto her side.

The girl panted for breath, then lifted her head to gasp, “Oh, Mommy… what was that?”

Fay placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Relax, honey. You’ve just had an orgasm. Did you enjoy it?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Gina replied emphatically, her face glowing with contentment as she closed her eyes, sinking into her mother’s lap. Fay cradled the girl, lightly stroking her.

Suddenly Gina sat up, wrapping her arms around her mother’s neck. “Mommy?” she cooed.

Fay buried her face in her little girl’s hair, hugging her close. “What is it, honey?”

Gina whispered, “I haven’t shown you my secret place yet… you still want to see it, don’t you?”

Instead of answering, Fay rocked her daughter to and fro for a few seconds, then quietly said, “Let’s go to my room.”

They stood up together, then Fay bent down to slip one arm under Gina’s neck, the other beneath her thighs. She lifted her daughter, then carried her down the hall to the master bedroom. She lovingly deposited the girl in the center of her queen-sized bed, then stood quietly, looking down at her child with adoring eyes.

“I love you, Mommy,” whispered Gina.

“I love you too, little one.” Fay sighed. “Would you like to see me now? All of me?”

All Gina could do was nod weakly, her heart suddenly racing with excitement.

Fay reached down and grasped the bottom of her long T-shirt, tugging it up and over her head in a single fluid motion. Her brown hair spilled onto her shoulders, over her bare breasts. Then she tugged her panties down her thighs to her feet, carelessly kicking them off. “Here, honey,” she turned around and smiled at the little girl over her shoulder, “now you can take a real look at my bottom.”

Though she was fourteen, Gina had never touched herself before with intent. She may have noticed that it felt good in the shower, or while riding her bike, but she’d never consciously done it to pleasure herself. Even now, it was a mere unconscious urge that caused her hand to slip between her thighs, down to the place that still tingled deliciously from her mother’s touches. She wasn’t aware of her fingers moving slowly over the front of her underpants. She was only conscious of the roller-coaster swoop of her tummy as her mother displayed her beautiful bottom, that same bottom that had made her blush so hotly when she’d glimpsed it earlier. Only now her mommy was letting her see it, wanted her to look.

And look she did. Gina just felt like she wanted to kiss that beautiful bottom, to lose herself in its curves and crevices. “Oh,” she whimpered.

Now naked, Fay sat at the foot of the bed. “Do you like to look at me, honey?” she murmured.

Gina could only nod and sigh, “Oh, yes.”

“Sit up for a second, little one.”

Gina sat up and looked quizzically at her mother, completely undressed and cross-legged on the bed before her. “What?”

“Here,” said Fay solemnly. “I want to show you everything.” And she leaned back, grasped the backs of both her ankles, and spread her legs wide open. “It’s all for you, little one. For you.”

The sight was breathtaking. Gina almost felt like she might cry, her mother was so lovely. There was Mommy’s full-lipped vagina, that she’d only peeked at before… now open and glistening like a dew-moistened flower. Even more thrilling, here was her mom’s secret place, her dark, pink bottom hole, nestled between her silken cheeks. Gina felt her face go hot with pleasure and awe.

“Do you want to touch me?”

Gina gasped. A sharp shock of longing filled her, and she looked deep into her mother’s warm brown eyes. “Oooohh… can I?”

Fay smiled. “Of course, little love. I want you to…”

Almost absently, Gina stood and tugged off her shorts, dropping them to the floor. Her panties, Fay noted with a tingle of excitement, had a streak of wetness on their front. The sight made her mouth water, and she parted her thighs even further, inviting her daughter to explore.

Gina slowly got on all fours to kneel before her mother’s outspread offering. “Wow,” she marveled.

“Go ahead, little one,” Fay breathed. “Touch me. Pet me, just like a little kitten.”

Gina giggled. “What a cute kitten.” She extended her hand and touched the tip of a finger to the rosy outer lip of Fay’s sex. Her eyes widened. “It’s so warm!”

“Mmm-hmm. Touch right there, honey… I need to feel your hands on me.”

Gina took a deep breath. “All right.” She placed the tip of her index finger at the moist crevice between her mother’s labia and pressed inward. Her finger slipped into Fay’s vagina, about an inch deep — and she stopped, suddenly unsure of herself.

“That’s it, love. Go ahead, push all the way in.”

Gina did so, and her exploring digit slipped in even deeper, right up to the third knuckle.

“I — I have my whole finger inside you!” the fourteen-year-old squeaked, her eyes wide.

“Mmmm… I know, my angel. Do you like doing this?”

Gina looked up adoringly at her beautiful mother’s face. “Oh, Mommy, yes… yes!”

“You make so happy, honey.” Fay wiggled her bottom slightly. “Know what you can do to make me even happier?”

“What? Tell me!”

“Put another finger in, and then move them both around together… sort of like you’re spreading butter all over my insides. Okay?”

Gina’s eyes were wide. “Okay.” She slowly slid her middle finger in to join its mate, then tentatively began to move them about.

“It’s all right, Gina honey… you’re not going to hurt me, I promise. The more you move your fingers around in me, the better it feels.”

“Really?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

So Gina concentrated on moving her fingers more forcefully, marveling at the warmth and wetness that dwelled inside her mother’s body.

Fay moaned softly. “Oh, honey, that feels lovely. You can move them in and out of my pussy, too. And it’s also nice if you touch me here—” and she brought one hand down to uncover the bright bud of her swollen clitoris, “—where it’s really sensitive.” Her hand shifted back to grasp her ankle once more.

Biting her lower lip in concentration, Gina began to pump her fingers in and out of her mother’s vagina. She glanced at Fay and shyly murmured, “I like that.”

Fay’s eyes fluttered. “What, honey?”

“You call it your… pussy.” And her cheeks reddened.

Fay smiled. “Oh, honey, you’re blushing again.” Gina grinned, and ran a finger over her mother’s tender bud. “Ooh. Oh, Ginny, that’s wonderful!” She let her head fall back. “Mmmm, yes.”

“Does it f-feel good?” Gina asked.

Smiling at her daughter, Fay shakily murmured, “Oh yes, little girl, it does.” She grinned. “I love what you’re doing to my pussy.” She said this slowly, in a whisper that made Gina’s insides turn to jelly. Then Fay brought her legs down, leaving her knees up and wide. She leaned into Gina, who glanced up, pausing in her work.

“Oh, don’t stop, little one,” breathed Fay. “I just had to kiss you.” And she gently brought her mouth to Gina’s, lightly flicking her tongue between her daughter’s lips as the young teen continued to probe her mom’s now very wet cunt.

Their lips gently parted, and Fay whispered, “I’m so happy that we’re making love, just the two of us. Are you happy to love me like this, honey?” She was trembling now.

“Ohh, Mommy… I am,” Gina cooed, just before Fay, a bit more roughly than before, mashed her lips to Gina’s and thrust her tongue inside her fourteen-year-old’s mouth, moaning deliriously.

“Ohhhhhh,” Fay moaned as she broke away from Gina. “Honey, baby, listen… ooh! Oh, my sweet little girl, t-take one of your wonderful fingers, ah, GOD… and put it,” she leaned back to spread her cheeks, “put it in my b-bottom, honey, right inside me!”

Gina, her eyes wide, touched the index finger of her free hand to Fay’s anal cleft.

“Yes, baby, right there, just work it in, just like you did with Mommy’s pussy.”

Her finger slick with Fay’s fragrant wetness, Gina pushed at her mother’s bottom hole. She gasped in awe as she felt it open, taking her finger inside.

“Yes, honey, push it in, oh my God, push all the way it in!”

An enthralled Gina eagerly obeyed, and watched in wonder as her finger slowly, fully penetrated her mother’s bottom.

“N-now move it in and out, honey, just like you are with my pussy. And you can go faster, too. And harder — hard as you can. I love that.”

Pursing her lips in concentration, the girl began to do as Fay wanted, pushing deep into her mommy’s body, then drawing back again. In and out, gradually picking up speed and force, shifting into a brisk tempo as her confidence grew, thrusting into and out of her mother’s slippery holes.

Fay threw her head back into the pillow, almost violently. “YES! Fuck me, Gina honey, oh GOD, ohhh, I love you so much! FUCK ME!”

Gina worked furiously, gliding and burrowing, pumping and probing. She was aware of an amazing musky scent, animal and overpowering. It was the smell of her mother’s heat, the aroma of sex. And she was making it happen!

“Oh my GOD, oh, Gina! OH!” Fay’s hips bucked as her hands flew to stroke, caress her darling child between fits of helpless pleasure.

“OH! OH! God! Oh, yes!” And as the young girl fucked her, Fay cried out loud, lost in an earthly Nirvana, enveloped in an orgasm that seemed as if it would never end. She rode the wave of pleasure up to the top of the sky, then beyond.

Once her climax had crested and waned, fading into a ember-like glow, Fay fell back, spent and panting. Her knees, still upright, fell apart as her body went slack. She smiled weakly up at her kneeling daughter.

“Oh my God, honey.”

Gina looked down at her, wide-eyed. “I… did I do okay?”

Fay looked at her little 14-year-old daughter, kneeling above, her red hair sticking out wildly. A surge of joy radiated through her soul, so intense that she found herself beginning to cry. Wiping the tears away, she managed to gasp, “You did way better than okay, little one. Come here.” And she held out her arms.

Gina eagerly crept into the warm, naked embrace of her mother, snuggling into her neck.

“Oh, honey, honey, honey…” And Fay fervently kissed the girl’s hair, forehead, her freckled nose. She pulled away to gaze into her daughter’s emerald eyes. “Thank you.” Then she kissed the young girl`s precious mouth, long and deep, finally breaking away to ask, “So… can I see you now, sweetheart?”

Tilting her head to look at her mother, Gina squeezed her tightly, planting kisses her all over her face. “Oh yes, yes, Mommy. I want you to. You can see my… pussy.” Still blushing. “And m-my bottom hole, too.”

“Well, aren’t I the lucky lady,” Fay sighed blissfully. “Now… why don’t you turn your adorable self over for me.”

Gina quickly rolled onto her tummy, delighted to be doing this special thing for her mother.

Fay slipped her hands beneath Gina’s T-shirt to stroke her bare back, gazing in awe at her daughter’s bottom, the way it jutted slightly as it curved its way down… the pale-skinned, gazelle-like legs, the cute dimples behind her knees. “Are these for me?” Fay cooed, teasingly caressing Gina’s underpants.

Gina giggled. “I guess they’re for you. You bought ’em!” She looked back over her shoulder, just in time to see her mother bend down to kiss her panty-clad bottom. She shivered at the sight of that. “Oh… wow.”

“Take off your top, hon,” Fay said, hands caressing her daughter’s smooth thighs.

Gina sat up, swiftly tugged off her T-shirt and threw it away. Fay drew her daughter close, kissing her neck as she reached around to cup the girl’s budding breasts. Gina gasped, “Oh, Mommy!”nearly overwhelmed by the exquisite sensation of Fay’s palms gliding over her nipples. She twisted her head around to kiss her mother, plunging her tongue as deep into Fay’s mouth as she was able. Fay nearly swooned at the intensity of her daughter’s passion.

Finally their lips parted… and Fay whispered, “Okay, honey. Get down on your hands and knees. Mommy wants to see your secret place now…”

Heart throbbing with anticipation, Gina positioned herself on all fours, thrusting her bottom toward her mother.

Fay ran her hand over her daughter’s smooth body, from her neck, over her bottom, down to her cute little pink socks. As her hand slid back again, she trailed her fingers up the little girl’s inner thigh to lightly graze the warm cleft of Gina’s still-concealed vulva. Gina murmured wordlessly and spread her legs wider, opening herself to her mother.

Fay leaned over Gina and began to kiss her neck and shoulders, while her right hand glided up her back, then down, slowing over her bottom, slipping between Gina’s cheeks until she was cupping the girl’s vagina through her damp panties. Her daughter’s hips rose to accommodate her… and Fay, now frantic with desire, whispered shakily into Gina’s ear, “Oh my God, my little girl, I’ve got to see you. I’ve got to taste you.”

She leaned back, roughly tugged Gina’s panties down, down her legs and off, her mouth open as she gazed hungrily at her daughter’s naked, barely-downed sex, glistening enticingly below the delightful pink-brown star of her asshole.

“Oh Gina, my love—” and she leaned in to kiss the offered bottom, to slide her tongue down the smooth path between her daughter’s buttocks. As the girl’s hips rose to meet her kisses, Fay’s nose bored into Gina’s quivering bottom hole as she thrust her swirling tongue into her daughter’s vagina.

Fay heard the girl whimper, felt her push her invaded bottom up and back into Mommy’s ravenous mouth, spreading herself open even further. Fay parted the smooth uplifted cheeks of Gina’s bottom with both hands and kissed the pink pucker of her anus, just as she had kissed Gina’s mouth before. Then her tongue emerged and she began to lick at her daughter’s crack.

As she rimmed the whimpering fourteen-year-old, her hand stole between Gina’s thighs to explore the moist flesh of her cunt, finally brushing the young girl’s clit with her fingertips. And Gina cried out loud.

What an amazing experience it was, feeling her daughter completely lose control from pure pleasure; moaning and weeping with joy and thrashing so hard that Fay had to hold Gina tightly, driving her to spasm after crying spasm of ecstasy with her hot, sucking mouth and busy fingers.

Gina seemed to come non-stop for several minutes, finally collapsing onto her side in exhaustion.

Fay lay down next to her naked daughter, drawing Gina into a loving embrace.

Gina’s eyes slowly fluttered open. “Oh, Mommy…” she whispered, “that was the most wonderful thing ever. I love you so much…”

“I love you too, honey… and I loved making you feel good.” She licked her lips. “Your pussy is delicious.” Fay touched her nose to Gina’s and whispered, “Want to taste for yourself…?”

The young girl, fascinated, slowly nodded her head.

“Then kiss me,” Fay breathed.

Gina closed her eyes and parted her lips. Their mouths met… and they kissed, gently at first. But their newfound passion was too strong to be sated just yet… and their kissing quickly grew hot and hungry. Gina purred with delight, savoring the flavor of her own sweetness on her mother’s lips and tongue.

Suddenly she broke away, her face flushed with desire. “Mommy…” she panted, “I want to k-kiss you there, too. I want to… lick your pussy.”

“Oh, my,” Fay crooned, thrilled beyond words. “Nothing would make me happier, angel.” She rolled onto her back, parting her legs for Gina.

Wide-eyed and grinning excitedly, Gina reached out to brush Fay’s cunt with her fingertips. “Mmm, Mommy…” she sighed, “your pussy is so pretty.” Leaning closer, she placed a soft kiss on her mother’s glistening labia, making Fay gasp. “I just hope I can make you feel as good as you made me  feel.”

“Oh, Gina… here, I’ll show you how,” Fay murmured, parting her pussy lips with her fingers. “I like long, slow licks, honey… start out gentle at first, then you can do it harder. You can slip your tongue inside me and wiggle it around, I like that too. And when I really, really start to get excited,” Fay said, sitting up a bit, “if you lick and suck me right here…” indicating her clit, “that sensitive place I had you touch earlier… oh my, I’ll just explode.”

Gina nodded. “Okay, Mommy,” she chirped, placing her warm hands on Fay’s thighs, “lie back. I want to do it to you right now.”

Fay sighed, “Oh, my sweet baby, yes… make love to me.”

Gina smiled, lowered her face. A moment’s silence, and Fay cried out loud at the unbelievable sensation of her daughter’s tongue licking slowly at her cunt. Her hands helplessly clutched at the bedsheets.

“Mmmm, yes, Gina, that feels wonderful…” Fay moaned. She threw her head back, her lips parted, panting for breath. Just knowing that her deepest, darkest, most forbidden fantasy of making love to her daughter had now come true sent tingly curlicues of purest ecstasy spiraling through her frame.

“You smell really good, Mommy,” purred Gina, her moving lips brushing Fay’s tingling labia, “and you taste great!” She trailed her tongue up and down, exploring the moist pink folds as her heart swelled with love. This was so… so incredible — that she, a fourteen-year-old girl, was getting to make love to the most wonderful woman in the world, the person she adored more than anyone… her own beautiful, sexy mother. She slid her tongue into Mommy’s vagina and rolled it around, and Fay moaned in disbelief.

“Oh, oh, mmmmmm, yes. Oh, honey!” Fay gasped, clutching her breasts. “Oh, my sweet angel, that f-feels so… OH!” Her body began to quiver helplessly.

Gina, sensing her mother’s rising excitement, trailed her mouth up to that sensitive spot that Fay had shown her earlier. She flicked the pink nubbin with the tip of her tongue.

Fay cried out. “Yes, baby. Mmmm, YES!”

Dizzy with excitement at the thought of making her mother go off as intensely as she herself had earlier, Gina took her mother’s clitoris between her lips and nibbled at it.

The result was electric. Fay thrashed wildly on the bed, her body seizing up again and again as she came. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth as her daughter took her through an orgasm that seemed to turn her very soul inside out.

Finally Fay lay dazed, her child’s face resting contentedly on her moist thigh. Gina licked her lips, still savoring the thick taste of her mother’s sex.

“Oh… oh, Gina,” Fay moaned, “c-come here, baby.” The girl crawled into her mother’s warm embrace.

Fay held her daughter for a long time, feeling her heart slowly fall back into its regular rhythm. Finally, she tilted the girl’s face up to hers, then kissed her gently. Brushing Gina’s hair from her forehead, she spoke. “Honey, what we’ve done just now… most people would say it was wrong. You know that, don’t you? Mommies and their daughters aren’t supposed to, to make love like we did.”

Gina opened her mouth to protest, but Fay quieted her with a finger to her lips. “But… it was the most wonderful experience of my life, honey. And I want you to know that — I’m glad it happened.”

Gina hugged her mother tightly, burrowing her face into Fay’s sweet-smelling hair. Suddenly she raised herself up to gaze into the older woman’s eyes. “Does that mean that — that I’m your girlfriend, now, Mommy? Like Laura was?”

Fay shook her head. “No, baby.” A flicker of hurt appeared in Gina’s eyes. “Now listen; let me explain something. If you and I were to become a couple, then I wouldn’t exactly be your mother anymore… and you wouldn’t quite be my little girl, either. Think about it, honey. Being in a relationship like that, a romantic one… things would change between us. You wouldn’t want that to happen — would you?”

Gina furrowed her brow, then smiled, shrugged. “I guess you’re right, Mommy. I like us the way we already are.”

“Good girl. We love each other… but we shouldn’t be in love. Besides,” she chuckled, squeezing her daughter about the waist, her hands moving up to playfully tickle the girl, “what about your little friend at school? The girl who stares at you in the showers?”

“Who, Eve?” Gina giggled, trying to brush her mother’s fingers away from her ribs. “Oh, yeah.” Her eyes lit up like tiny stars. “Yeah! If she wants to um, fool around with me, I know what to do now! You taught me so much cool stuff, Mommy.” She lay back, staring dreamily at the ceiling. “I could sneak into the girl’s bathroom with her during study hall, take off her underpants and lick her p-pussy. Wow, I bet she’d love that.”

“Sounds sexy… but you’d better not do that kind of thing at school, young lady,” Fay sternly replied as she cuddled her child. “Just invite her over, honey — have her spend the night.”

“Mommy,” Gina twisted around to face her mother, a fearful tone in her voice. “I see how we can’t be, you know, girlfriends… but does that mean we… we can’t do this ever again? Make love? We still can, can’t we?”

Fay caressed her daughter’s face. “Sweet Gina… being with you was such a, a perfect thing… and it made me so incredibly happy. How could I give this up?” She placed a feather-light kiss upon her daughter’s lips. “The answer is yes, sweetheart. We can still make love. Any time you want.”

Gina sighed, a mixture of happiness and relief. “That sounds great, Mommy.” She rested her face on her mother’s breast, pausing to give it a tiny kiss… then lifted her head again. “Can I, um, stay with you tonight?”

“Sure you can,” Fay murmured, stroking Gina’s bare back. “And maybe, just maybe, we’ll make love again, before we go to sleep.”

“Mmmmm, yes… I’d like that!”

“I love you, baby,” Fay whispered.

Gina’s lips brushed her mother’s ear. “I love you too.”

They lay together quietly, peacefully.

Then Gina spoke up again. “Mommy?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m kind of hungry.”

Fay opened an eye. “Me too, now I think of it.” Disentangling herself from Gina, she sat up and stretched luxuriously. “Mmmmmm… tell you what, hon — let’s go hop in the shower—”

“Together?” Gina asked hopefully.

“Oh, yeah,” cooed Fay, placing a warm hand on her daughter’s belly. “And we can get each other all clean. Then we’ll march into the kitchen and throw together a couple of sandwiches. Sound good?”

“Yum!” cheered Gina. “And then, we have to finish our card game. We never did, remember? I was winning, too!”

“Hmmph. We’ll see about that, little lady!” Fay rose from the bed, her nude body illuminated by the fading light of day. Gina sprang to her feet an instant later, proudly displaying her own nakedness to her mother.

“Oh, honey,” purred Fay, smitten anew by her child’s bare beauty. “C’mere. Mommy wants a kiss…”

Parent and child melted into a passionate embrace, their mouths crushed together, tongues mingling. Fay’s hands slipped down Gina’s back to cup her pert little bottom, and the girl moaned into their kiss, lewdly grinding her slender body against the womanly form of her mother.

Finally their lips gently parted. Fay rested her forehead against Gina’s, her heart racing. “Thanks, honey,” she murmured. Releasing her daughter, she swept her hair back. “Ready for that shower now?”

“Yeah!” grinned Gina, padding to the door. Suddenly she whirled around, her eyes flashing. “Last one to the bathroom is a dirty dog!” she cried, then she was dashing down the hallway.

“Why, you little—” growled Fay, and she was off, too, racing headlong after her daughter.

Shrieks of laughter rang through the house, accompanied by the jumbled rhythm of running feet.

*****

This story was written for my own enjoyment, and was never intended to be made public. It is an adaptation/reworking of “Jill’s Heart,” a classic piece of erotica from Leslita author Louisa May. The original story is a lovely tale, but I’d always felt that it ended a bit abruptly, stopping when the sex was beginning to get really intense. (Of course, that’s a testament to the erotic heat of Louisa May’s craft… the way she leaves you craving more.) I fleshed out the last part of the story, then rewrote and expanded the rest; trying to keep the flavor of her original while telling it in my own style.

I never considered making it public, honestly. But I later sent a copy to fellow author Androgyne as a thank-you for her nice remarks about one of my stories, and she more or less demanded that I post it at Leslita. After I replied with my reservations about doing so, she graciously suggested that I present my version of “Jill’s Heart” as a loving tribute to Louisa May.

I ended up doing several more variations on her stories; thankfully, one day Louisa May appeared again at Leslita with a new offering, and gave me her blessing when I wrote to call her attention to my humble efforts.

So here it is, a heartfelt offering for a true queen of lesbian erotica. Thank you, Louisa May, for your beautiful stories as well as your kindness. Wherever you are, I wish you every happiness.

By JetBoy

I was luxuriating in a steamy bath, my eyes half-closed as I savored that wonderful, sensuous feeling of complete relaxation. This was the very best time of the day, when I could shut the world away and let my thoughts drift while lightly caressing the curves of my body. After awhile I allowed a hand to casually slip between my thighs, seeking out the tingling center of my cunt.

The tub was carved from a large blue-white block of Carrera marble, shaped into a broad oval bowl that was now filled with hot water, made fragrant with peppermint bath oil. The water spigot is done in silver, carved in the shape of a ram’s head. The niche of the room in which the tub was set is studded with floor-to-ceiling mirrors, all of which reflected the image of my sixteen-year-old daughter Amy as she casually strolled into the room.

“Amy,” I chided her gently, taking my hand from between my legs. “I have told you time and again to please, please knock before you enter my bathroom.” She was wearing blue shorts and white t- shirt, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra was obvious from the way her nipples stood out against the thin fabric.

“Sorry Mom… guess I forgot again. You’re not fooling anyone, by the way,” she added, grinning broadly. “I saw what you were doing when I came in…” Her eyes danced with amusement.

“Oh? And just what do you think you saw?” I asked, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. “I’m simply taking a bath, as you can plainly tell.”

“Come on, Mom! You were playing with yourself.” Giggling now, she sat down on the edge of the tub beside me, openly gazing down at my naked body. “Geez… it’s no big deal, you know? I do it all the time.” She paused for a moment, then jumped to her feet. “Hey, I’ve got an idea… can I take a bath with you?”

“Wh-what?” As my mind raced to process my daughter’s request, Amy quickly took off her t-shirt, freeing her breasts. As she slid her jeans off and skimmed a pair of black panties down her shapely legs, my eyes were drawn to the dark tuft of her pubes. It struck me that I hadn’t seen my daughter nude in at least five years, back when she had been a gawky adolescent of twelve.

Those days are certainly over, I reflected, awed by the sight of the lovely creature she had matured into.

Amy nimbly lowered her naked body into the tub to sit facing me, then slowly leaned back, a blissful expression on her face. “Ummm… this feels nice,” she sighed.

The tub was so large that the two of us could sit quite comfortably, and even though I was still a bit astonished at my daughter’s boldness, I was finding it a bit titillating as well. I was puzzled at first by the slight arousal I felt, a ripple of heat that wasn’t from the bathwater flickering through my loins as Amy made herself comfortable, her legs sliding against mine.

Then I shrugged to myself, dismissing these bizarre thoughts. After all, she was my daughter, and what was so terribly wrong about the two of us taking a bath together? Think of it as a bonding experience, I told myself. Reassured, I lay my head back and closed my eyes.

“Mom…?” My eyes drifted open, and I gazed at Amy questioningly. She had raised herself up slightly, her rosy nipples barely above the water. “Do you think you could wash my back? I’d really like that.”

“Sure,” I smiled lazily. “Here, turn around and slide a little closer.”

Amy wriggled herself around and pushed herself back until she sat between my spread legs. I picked up the bar of citrus-scented soap, coated my hands with lather, and began to wash my daughter’s back. Shoulders and neck first, then my hands slid down her warm body. Amy’s skin was so soft and slippery that I started to feel a little aroused again, in spite of myself. As my hands moved down her sides she leaned back slightly, causing the tips of my fingers to brush the sides of her breasts. Was it my imagination, or did I feel her tremble slightly?

I scooped up water in my hands to pour down her back, rinsing the soap from her body. There was something so sweet, so sensual about what I was doing. Amy’s back and shoulders were truly lovely, and I could see enough of her underneath the warm water to appreciate what a sexy ass she had. I was feeling a little flushed, deciding then and there that I would have to finish masturbating in my bedroom later.

“All done,” I said, giving my daughter a small pat on the back.

“Thanks, Mom…” she sighed, “that was great.” Amy then surprised me once again – instead of turning around and moving back to the other end of the tub, she slid toward me, slipping in between my legs, allowing her body to rest against mine. She lay her head upon my shoulder, then sighed contentedly.

I was struck speechless — but the feel of my daughter’s soft, naked body was incredible. The mild arousal I had felt a moment ago was suddenly much stronger, and I prayed that she couldn’t detect my nipples growing taut against her skin. Her ass was pressing lightly against my pussy, and it couldn’t help but feel good.

I’d never actually had any kind of sexual involvement with a woman before, but sitting there naked with Amy was taking my mind to some very new and intriguing places. It was wrong, I knew, to experience these kind of feelings with your own daughter, and I knew that I should get out of the tub right then… but it just felt too nice to leave. Instead, I told myself that this was a totally innocent feeling, that I was just happy at the chance to be intimate with my baby girl in a nice, affectionate way.

My heart swelled with love for my daughter, and I wrapped my arms around her tummy. “I love you, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear.

I felt her tremble slightly against me. “I love you too, Mom,” she sighed, turning her head to kiss my cheek. “You’re so sweet…” Her lips brushed the side of my face. “And so beautiful…” Twisting her body sideways, she placed another gentle kiss on my neck. “And so… so desirable.”

I was tingling all over from Amy’s attention, my heart throbbing wildly… and that was when I felt her hand touch my leg, just above the knee.

It was only a few seconds later that her fingertips began to dance lightly up the inner side of my thigh. Encountering a complete lack of resistance from me, she let her hand glide higher still, slowly sliding upward until her fingers were resting on my pussy. Her warm tongue emerged to lick around my ear.

It was only then that I summoned up the will to lift my head, my eyes fluttering open to stare at her.

“Amy…? W-what are you doing?”

“I’m showing you how much I really love you, Mom,” she whispered. Her hungry gaze held me in thrall as she began to lightly stroke my vulva with gentle fingertips – and I suddenly knew my daughter was no novice when it came to touching a woman.

I was frozen, torn between the wonderful feel of her caresses, the realization that we were committing a truly forbidden act, and this strange new desire that left me dizzy and frantic with need. I knew that I had to tell her to stop this insanity, to take her hand away from between my legs this very instant — but why wouldn’t the words come?

Amy then rose up enough to straddle my lap, her fingers now pressing firmly against my womanly center. I could clearly see the lust that smoldered in my daughter’s eyes as she leaned forward to kiss me.

Her lips softly slid against mine — and suddenly something broke within me, banishing my will to resist this insane thing.

I found myself returning my baby’s kiss, sucking her tongue into my mouth as she plunged a finger deep into my vagina. I gasped into our kiss, rocking my pelvis to the movement of her hand as she fucked me, my tongue flashing to life to mingle with hers.

Right and wrong had lost all meaning. I was riding a wave of pure, naked abandon where anything and everything was possible. My body was aflame with an unimaginable lust, so much so that I actually uttered a small mew of disappointment when Amy broke our kiss, removing her fingers from between my legs.

Amy climbed out of the tub and stood there dripping, extending a hand towards me. Her voice was thick with lust. “Let’s go to my room, Mom. I want to make love to you.”

Hearing these words coming from my daughter’s mouth thrilled me to the core. I gazed dreamily into her eyes, my heart throbbing as I took her hand. I let her help me out of the tub, then followed her as she tugged me towards her room, bath water dripping from our bodies and onto the carpeted floor.

Pushing me back onto the bed, Amy lowered herself full length on top of me, and we melted into a passionate embrace, her tongue spearing into my mouth as she kissed me like a lover.

My hands began to eagerly explore Amy’s bare body, sliding down to cup her ass for a brief moment before she began squirming herself downward. She paused to kiss and suck at my nipples for a tantalizing moment, then trailed her tongue down to my belly and beyond until she lay between my thighs, her breath caressing the wet heat of me. I instinctively hooked my legs over my daughter’s shoulders as her tongue brushed the swollen lips of my vulva, and she began to lick me with a passion I had never experienced from any man, her mouth buried in my pubic triangle.

I gasped aloud as her lips captured my clitoris, sucking it for a brief but tantalizing instant before she licked her way back down to my vaginal opening. As Amy’s tongue twirled knowingly into the creamy tunnel, I ground myself against her face, high as a soaring kite on the pleasure she was giving me. It was a pleasure that I suddenly knew I wanted to return to her. Desperately.

“Amy… baby… I want – I want to…”

She knew what I craved. Her mouth never once losing contact with my sex, she reversed herself about so that we were head to toe, her legs framing my head. My nostrils flared with pleasure at the pungent, musky smell of her. Then, for the first time in my life, I was sampling the intoxicating flavor of another woman’s pussy. I placed my hands on her ass, fondling her buttocks as I drank of Amy’s essence, going down on my daughter and loving it.

My tongue instinctively found Amy’s clitoris, and our moans of pleasure combined to form a single chorus of passion as we made love, finally exploding together in a mutual orgasm that left us gasping for air. I lay in a daze as my daughter raised herself from me, twisting around to crawl into my arms.

The two of us lay side by side on the bed, my arm around Amy, her head nestled on my shoulder. I found it odd – and strangely unsettling – that I was feeling no remorse about what had just happened. Instead, all I knew was a warm, glowing sense of release. I had just experienced the most incredible sex of my entire life. And I knew, deep down inside, that I couldn’t give this up – that my daughter and I would share our bodies again… and again!

“God, Mom…” she whispered, “I’ve wanted that for so long. I love you.” Her lips brushed the hollow of my throat, sending shivers up my spine.

“Mmmmmm…” I sighed, “I love you too, baby. I can’t believe we just did this… but I’m glad it happened.” Then I turned to study her, suddenly curious. “So, honey… how long have you wanted to — to be with me this way?”

She placed a playful kiss on the tip of my nose. “The correct expression is ‘make love,’ Mom… and to answer your question, I’ve dreamed of making love to you for at least a year.” She caressed my face. “That’s when I figured out I was gay.”

Still puzzled, I pressed on. “But baby, why did you want me? Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly flattered… but there are so many lovely girls your own age…”

Amy shook her head, a wry smile on her lips. “I’m not so much into girls, Mom… oh, I’ve done the wild thing with a couple of cuties I know from school… but what I really wanted was a woman.” She snuggled into me, her warm lips brushing my skin. “And you, Mom, are the sexiest, most desirable woman I know.”

I felt like I held the warmth of the sun in my belly, my soul glowing with love for this sweet, incomparable creature I had brought into the world. I brought her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss into her palm. “My angel,” I whispered, “you — you’ve made me happier than I can say… God, I adore you.”

She drew me into her arms, hugging me tightly. I shivered as her tongue traced my ear… then she whispered, “Mom, I want you to fuck me. I’ve got a strap-on cock, and I’d love for you to do me with it. You will, won’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she rolled off the bed and padded over to her dresser. She opened the bottom drawer and rummaged around for a few seconds, then turned to me, a bad-girl smile on her lips. She held a jet-black dildo in her hand, attached to a leather harness.

With a lot of giggling and teasing between the two of us, we managed to fasten the eight-inch cock around my hips. Then Amy lay down on her back on the bed and spread her legs wide apart for me. She was so wet that I swore I could see her thick, warm juices oozing into the crack of her ass.

Her voice quivering in anticipation, she moaned, “Take me now, Mom… I want you inside me!”

My heart pounding, I climbed between my daughter’s legs. Carefully placing the head of the dildo at the opening of her pussy, I slowly pressed forward, and she moaned softly as the tip of it penetrated her body. I slowly lowered myself onto her, the latex cock sliding as deeply inside her as it could go. I kissed my daughter, dipping my tongue into her mouth as I began to fuck her.

I went slowly at first — but Amy urged me on, begging me to go faster, deeper. And as the tempo of my strokes increased, she began to thrust her hips against me until I was furiously pistoning in and out of my baby’s pussy, fucking her like an animal.

Ripping her mouth away from mine, Amy began to scream as she neared orgasm. “Oh, God… oh, Mom – Oh! OH! FUCK ME!” Her legs scissored around my ass as her body jerked hard against mine, spasming frantically as she came over and over.

Finally we lay entwined, the dildo still buried in her wet cunt. She lazily nuzzled a path up my neck and to my chin, then her mouth found mine and we kissed deeply, tongues dancing.

Amy gently broke away to give me a wicked grin. “So, Mom – do you want me to fuck you now?”

I knew right then that I wanted my sweet daughter to take me with that big cock, more than anything! “You bet,” I purred.

We changed places, Amy strapping the dildo around her waist as I sucked at her nipples. I got up on all fours, and she positioned herself behind me.

I turned to look at her. “One thing, honey – I love being fucked in the ass, and I haven’t had it that way in a long time. Would you like to…?”

Amy smiled. “Sure, Mom… hold on, though, let’s use some lube.” She jumped up to fish through her nightstand drawer, then came up with a blue plastic bottle. Squirting a dollop of gel on the dildo, she quickly coated its length with the slippery stuff, then crawled on the bed once more, where I awaited her on hands and knees.

Her fingers probed lightly at my butt crack. “Hmmm, why don’t I get you good and wet back there, too…” she chuckled, and I gasped as I felt her face pressing against my bottom. Then I gasped again with shocked pleasure as the length of her tongue slowly glided up the crack of my ass. God, my own daughter was rimming me!

Amy licked lustily at the dark cleft for a few strokes, then spread my cheeks apart, and I cried out as her hot, wet tongue squirmed its way into my anus. She probed at me until I thought I was about to come right then, but suddenly pulled away and placed the tip of the dildo against my asshole. I moaned as the first divine inch pushed into me.

Then my beautiful daughter wrapped her arms around me to cup my breasts as she slid the full length of that lovely prick into my body.

I inhaled sharply at the feel of it, filling me up so nicely – then Amy began to fuck my ass for real. Her fingers moved between my legs and began fiddling with my cunt as she plowed that slippery cock in and out of my clenching rectum. My body was trembling so hard that I couldn’t speak. Then she tweaked my throbbing clitoris between two fingers – and I exploded in orgasm.

It was utterly divine. I was rigid with ecstasy, my head thrown back as I gasped for air, hands clawing the sheets. Then, just as my pleasure began to ebb, my daughter’s fingers somehow drove me to climax once more, unbelievable sensations battering my helpless body until I slumped in exhaustion. Slowly, Amy carefully withdrew from me, and I collapsed onto my side.

I lay motionless, utterly relaxed, my hot, sweaty body still basking in the aftermath of our loving. I could hear Amy unstrap the dildo and drop it on the floor, then she snuggled close, drawing the sheet over us. I sighed happily as she wrapped her arms around me, cupping my breasts.

“I love you, Mom,” she breathed. “I mean, that was the best.”

“Oh, my darling child,” I sighed, “I love you too.”

The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was Amy kissing my cheek.

That was two years ago. Amy and I have been sexually intimate ever since. Don’t get me wrong, we haven’t exactly become lovers, not in a romantic way. I still date men, and Amy now has a steady girlfriend. Our relationship continues to be one of mother and daughter. I get on her case about her cell phone bills, her messy room, and her grades; she rolls her eyes in exasperation and sighs that I’m being such a mom.

But now and again, our eyes meet — and I see something in Amy’s gaze that brings a delicious, oh-so-familiar warmth to my tummy. And that’s when I put down my sewing, or the television remote, or my magazine, and go to her. My daughter takes my hand, and we silently drift down the hall to enter her bedroom.

We share a long, loving kiss, then slowly undress one another, a piece at a time. Or sometimes we go at it like bitches in heat, tearing clothes and sending buttons flying in a lust-fueled frenzy, desperate to bring our naked bodies together.

And she and I banish the world away, indulging ourselves in a crazy feast of passion and ecstasy, reveling in our mutual love and the forbidden delights of incest. Our bodies seem to fit together perfectly, and we are so finely tuned to each other’s desires that no words are needed when we are in bed — except, perhaps, for whispered words of lust that we exchange in the heat of our fucking.

I’ve had my share of pleasure in this lifetime, but nothing fulfills me as a woman like the sweet, private sex play that I enjoy with my Amy. Lovers come and go, but my daughter is always there for me.

By JetBoy

 
My daughter Taffy is nine, soon to be ten, and I adore her more than words can say.

I’d planned to name her Susan, but when I first held her in my arms as a newborn infant, I changed my mind on a whim and picked the name Taffy, because to me she was the sweetest baby imaginable, my little candy girl. Silly? Some of my friends certainly thought so, but that was how I felt then about my darling child — and still do.

I’m gay, and from the first, I wanted my daughter to know everything about the wonders of lesbian love. I’ve always been attracted to young girls as much as women, and Taffy has always been a truly beautiful child. So I made the decision to explore sexual intimacy with my little girl when she first grew curious about such things.

From the time she was a toddler, Taffy and I loved to kiss one another. She never seemed to get enough; I can still remember how she would nestle in my lap and sweetly ask for one kiss after another. Needless to say, I had an endless supply of them to give her.

Around the time when she was seven, I taught her the art of French kissing, which she took to instantly. It was an amazing experience, observing my child’s delight in this exciting new game, her tongue exploring Mommy’s lips and mouth.

After that, Taffy and I often kissed passionately around my lesbian acquaintances. I’m actually very lucky to have truly understanding girlfriends who would never think to stop my daughter and I from loving each other as we do. To this day I don’t understand why so few gay mothers ever explore kissing games with their little girls.

When she turned eight, we took our relationship a step further. I invited her to share my bed on a regular basis, where we would cuddle together. We always slept naked. It wasn’t completely sexual, not quite yet, but it was very sweet and sensual and we enjoyed every moment of it. I think at that age she began to really understand what making love was about, and how magical it could be.

It’s funny, but there were nights when Taffy and I couldn’t wait to go to bed. It made me very aroused just to wait for that moment when I held her close to me while touching her babyish body all over and kissing her soft little mouth.

A few weeks later I began to touch my daughter in a more sensual way — stroking her tiny nipples, fondling her bottom, gently exploring her vulva with my fingertips. Taffy loved these new touching games, every bit as much as she loved kissing. Soon, I was encouraging her to touch me in the same way.

By then, she had seen me make love more than a few times. In fact, she sometimes came to my bedroom to watch me and my lovers as we pleasured one another, if my partner was willing. It always turned me on to know that Taffy was there, too. Not all, but some of the women I slept with were quite open-minded, and willing to let my little girl learn about lesbian sex by observing us.

One day I was ready to go beyond simply letting my daughter witness the act of love — I wanted Taffy to experience it for herself.

When we prepared for bed that evening, I undressed my little girl, then had her sit between my thighs, her naked body resting snugly against mine. I’d taken the wall mirror down and propped it against the dresser, so that my beautiful child and I could both watch as I made love to her.

Slipping a hand between Taffy’s legs, I touched her bare sex, as I so often did when we slept together — but this time, my touches were bolder, more intimate. Soon I was actually masturbating my little girl, and she was mewling with delight, tilting her face up to mine to share long, luscious kisses.

Before long my daughter’s cries of rapture echoed in the bedroom, her thin body squirming against mine as I brought her off. It was the first time I made her come, and she climaxed so sweetly that the sight had me shedding joyful tears. To this day, I can close my eyes and recall the wondrous vision of my Taffy reflected in the mirror — her face alight in joy as I caressed her vagina.

Once Taffy had recovered, she insisted that I let her touch me in the same way. So I lay down, offering myself to my little girl. She sprawled next to me, eyes wide and excited as she explored my sex with curious fingers. I showed her how and where to touch me — and soon she had two fingers of one hand buried deep in my cunt, the index finger of the other hand stimulating my clit.

She was a little awkward at first, but soon Taffy was pleasuring her mommy as if she’d been born to it, bringing me to two amazing orgasms.

That was the night that my daughter and I truly became lovers.

The next evening, Taffy and I had just put our dinner plates in the sink when my little girl turned to me, taking both my hands in hers. Without a word, she tilted her head back and went up on tiptoe, her eyes drifting shut.

I bent to kiss my child, her lips soft as down where my mouth brushed them. She returned my kiss with a passion that startled me, her tongue boldly meeting and engaging my own.

My heart raced. Taffy had always been a shy partner, content to let Mommy set the pace in our loving games. This was a newer, bolder side of my daughter that I’d not seen before — and it thrilled me!

She finally broke away, tugging at my hand with an expectant gleam in her eyes.

My little girl led me from the kitchen and down the hall toward her bedroom, glancing back at me every few seconds, grinning hugely.

Taffy’s room was dimly lit, the anglepoise lamp on her desk providing the only illumination. The atmosphere was warm, cozy… and very romantic.

She guided me over to her bed, indicating without words that I was to sit. Once I did, my darling child just stood there, gazing adoringly at me for a moment. Then she began to unbutton her top.

I stared, my heart thudding crazily as Taffy slowly undressed for me, her eyes never leaving mine. She slipped out of her shirt, baring her upper half, then let the garment carelessly drop to the floor. The sight of her nipples, now visibly erect, made my mouth water. I wanted to take those dark pink buds into my mouth, give them teasing little love bites.

With a flick of the fingers she undid the button on her plaid shorts, then slowly drew the zipper down, one tooth at a time. As the shorts came open, I glimpsed just enough bare flesh to realize that my baby girl had gone without panties.

Just as I expected to see the gentle curve of my daughter’s vulva, Taffy turned around. Hugging herself, she began to do a clumsy grind, moving her pelvis in a circular motion.

I was utterly floored… and aroused to the point of hysteria, my pussy a humid swamp. When had my innocent little girl learned to tease?

Taffy slipped her thumbs beneath the waistband of her shorts and began to wriggle them down her hips. I held my breath as that flawless bare bottom came into view, inch by glorious inch. When she bent to push those shorts to her ankles, I got a quick glimpse of the cleft of my daughter’s sex, and was overwhelmed with a dizzying rush of lust.

Now naked, my child turned to face me. Instead of a shy smile, there was an expression of innocent desire on Taffy’s face, a sight that made me lightheaded.

She padded over to where I sat and stood before me for a few heartbeats. I longed to reach for her, envelop my little lover in a hug, but something told me to let Taffy take charge for now.

Her little hands reached for the hem of the faded old t-shirt I wore, and I raised my arms, allowing Taffy to pull it up and over my head. Discarding that, she made short work of my bra, undoing the front clasp without too much difficulty. I shrugged it off, baring my breasts.

Taffy undid the button on my blue jeans, then drew down the zipper, exposing my black panties. I obediently lifted my ass enough for her to tug my jeans off, silently grateful that they weren’t very tight. My undies went with them, leaving me nude.

I lay back, my pulse beating out a relentless tattoo as I waited to see what my daughter would do.

She gazed lovingly at me, her eyes warm as a summer morning. Reaching out, she placed her little hand on my breast.

I took her hand, brought it to my lips and pressed a kiss into her palm, then beckoned her to join me with a tilt of the head and a smile.

Taffy eagerly clambered onto the bed and into my open arms, her mouth seeking mine. We kissed, tenderly at first — then her tongue slipped between my lips and, like an unexpected bolt from the blue, I came. It was a small but lovely orgasm; an appetizer for the pleasures to follow.

That night, all was possible between my daughter and I. We would sample the fruits of the goddess in each other’s naked bodies. Love was ours.

We lay together, kissing again and again, just as my little girl and I had done for years. But there was a new hunger to our kisses, a raw, knife-sharp heat that we’d not experienced before. The heat of lust. Taffy and I both felt it, glowing beneath our bellies.

I rolled my child onto her back, our mouths locked together in an uninterrupted kiss. She twined her arms around my back, clutching me tightly as I slipped a hand between our bodies, seeking the rise of her vulva. A tremor of excitement darted through me when I felt how wet Taffy was.

It was too much for me — I had to taste her.

My daughter trembled with anticipation as I slid down to lie between her thin thighs, lowering my face to kiss the smooth pinkness of her sex. When my tongue emerged to lick, she cried out, her little hands pawing the sheets. She was delicious, and I went down on my little girl with more passion than I’d ever shown a lover.

She came in my mouth, and I drank every drop my child had to give, savoring it like good wine.

Like before, she wanted to return the pleasure I had given her — and though I was a little apprehensive about going too far, too fast, the idea of being licked by my precious daughter was too tempting to resist.

Soon I was spread out on the bed, thighs drawn apart, watching Taffy nuzzle my shaved sex. She placed a single kiss on the slit — then another. Finally, she took a hesitant lick.

Taffy lifted her face from me, tasting her lips, then grinned. She burrowed between my legs for more, her warm tongue slipping inside my vagina.

When I came, it was a revelation. Like being thrust raw into a cleansing summer rain — gazing rapturously into the heavens, my body bathed from head to toe and washed clean. My baby’s love changed me, made me new again.

Afterwards, we cuddled for a long while, but holding my naked little girl soon had me burning inside with renewed desire, aching to have her once more.

I didn’t want to penetrate Taffy with my fingers yet, feeling that she was still too young. Instead I lay my little girl on her tummy, spread the globes of her bottom and licked her rosebud for a long while. Then I lubricated a finger and carefully entered her anus. It was such a marvel to watch her respond, cooing with delight as my probing gradually went deeper, right up to the knuckle. Her pleasure grew so intense that I was able to slip a hand between my baby’s legs and stroke her sex until she climaxed again.

By then, I figured that she’d had enough, but no — after Taffy caught her breath, she got me on all fours and lovingly rimmed my asshole. Then, as now, it struck me what a genuinely unselfish lover my daughter was; as much into giving pleasure as receiving it.

Finally we lay entwined, exchanging whispered words of love and gentle kisses until Taffy fell asleep in my arms. I lay awake for a long while, gazing in awe at this slumbering child — the child who had become my lover. It was the happiest moment of my life.

The next morning at the breakfast table, Taffy and I were dreamy-eyed children, dazzled by love as we fed one another bits of toast and cantaloupe. We couldn’t make eye contact without giggling foolishly, reaching out again and again to touch each other’s bodies. We both wore unfastened dressing gowns and nothing else, so there was plenty for us to fondle and caress.

At one point, when I was stacking the breakfast dishes in the sink, Taffy crept behind me and hoisted my gown — baring my ass, which she began to adorn with kisses. Parting both buttocks with her hands, she placed a slurping, open-mouthed kiss upon my anus.

Spinning around, I fell to my knees, taking the child in my arms. She embraced me, and we hugged for a long, lovely moment. When we drifted apart, I saw a need in her eyes that mirrored mine.

Without a word, I rose and offered Taffy my hand. She accepted it with a smile, and we made our way back to the bedroom.

My daughter and I shrugged our dressing gowns to the floor and climbed onto the bed, kneeling nude before one another, holding hands. Bending down, I kissed Taffy deeply, my tongue dancing with hers.

I offered to show her another way that lesbians could make love, and she couldn’t have been more eager to learn more about grownup sex. I asked my daughter if she knew what fucking was, then informed her that I was going to teach her how we could do that very thing, just the two of us.

She was puzzled at first, but I told her to do what I did, that she would understand right away.

Lying back and spreading my legs wide apart. I arranged Taffy’s body so that she mounted me, her warm sex touching mine, then showed her how to move in a way that had our vulvas sliding together.

My daughter quickly got the idea and, wrapping both arms around my thigh, began to thrust herself into me, biting her lower lip in concentration. I pressed back, working my pussy against hers.

It was a thrill unlike any I’d ever experienced, fucking my little girl. Taffy’s head was thrown back, mouth open in a silent cry as our cunts met and mingled in a wet, slippery kiss of flesh. Our bodies pumped in unison, a shiver of pleasure flashed through me whenever her sex brushed my clit — and I could feel my child’s body quivering in the same way.

Suddenly a squeal exploded from her lips, and then my daughter was coming, her astonished eyes staring into mine for an instant before a new surge of ecstasy squeezed them shut.

Her climax was enough to set me off — and we rocked tightly together, Taffy and I, a mother and daughter joined in mutual rapture, bonded in love. Everything rose to an unimaginable peak, then faded to black.

I found myself lying quietly, my legs still tangled with hers. Too dazed to move, I felt Taffy withdraw, then lie down next to me. I reached for her, enfolded her in my arms. Our mouths met in a gentle but passionate kiss, tongues meeting in a slow dance.

We shared whispered declarations of love, then lay for a long while in perfect contentment, her small body fitting perfectly into mine.

From that day forward, Taffy and I have enjoyed the loveliest relationship imaginable.

I later introduced Taffy to other kinds of intimacy, including light bondage, a threesome with a woman friend of mine who also loves little girls, and certain devices from my collection of toys, but her favorite is still oral sex. My daughter is very eager to be fully penetrated for the first time, and I’ve promised to take her virginity with my fingers when she turns twelve.

My baby and I are deliriously happy together, and I will be her lover for as long as she wants me.