Helen Burton Attorney at Law, Chapter 1

by Single Mom

Judge Harold Smithers glanced at defence attorney Helen Burton, flashed her a thin, secretive smile, and then looking at the defendant, he banged down his gavel and said, "This court finds you not guilty of child molestation, and you are free to go."

Helen Burton had waived a jury trial for her client, and, "managed" to have the case of The State of Mississippi vs. Mary Priminiski heard before Judge Smithers.

Mary Priminiski was the director of The Mississippi School for Southern Young Lady's, located on beautiful Bayles Lake in rural Grant Mississippi. She had been seen masturbating one of her young students at a small outdoor restaurant in the nearby village of Bradford Lakes.

Attorney Helen Burton had argued that the angle and distance of the accuser from the defendant's table would make it impossible for her to have a clear picture of what was going on under the defendant's table. What in fact had happened, Attorney Burton stated, was that the child had spilled a class of milk on her lap and Ms. Priminiski was attempting to wipe it up before it had a chance to stain the newly purchased dress.

No one had bothered to ask why Mary Priminiski would go on a shopping spree in Bradford Lakes to purchase a ten-year-old child black thigh-high stockings, a black garter belt, black bikini panties, and a black teddy. Her attorney didn't ask because she was well aware of why.

The accuser, Miss Regina Biddy, (affectionately known as Old Biddy by her neighbors) insisted that she could tell by the motion of the defendant's arm, and the expression on both the child's and defendant's faces that the child was clearly being molested.

Judge Smithers didn't agree, and found the defendant "not guilty."

The child in question, was Rose Breen, removed from the custody of her mother Carol Breen, for abject neglect, and suspected sexual abuse. Rose was placed in foster care by the county, who in turn placed her in the Mississippi School for Southern Young Ladies.

Rose Breen was a tall (5'7"), thin (72 pounds), beautiful young, street-smart girl with long blond hair that reached nearly to her waist. She had long legs, and unlike most pre-pubescent girls, had a narrow waist, tapering hips, and full buttocks with rounded bottoms. She was just one more play thing for Mary Priminiski, but Helen Burton felt a special attraction to the child.

Helen was 39-years-old and closing in on the big four-zero. She was divorced from her husband, estranged from her lesbian lover, and found herself suddenly in lust with this young girl. Helen was a very tall 5' 11" with narrow waist, auburn hair, green eyes, and 36-C breast. She was not a pedophile, but was becoming strangely attracted to some of the younger girls whom she had met as the attorney of record for the girls' school.

"Take her home for the weekend," Mary Priminiski offered.

"What? Are you serious?"

"I'll put you on the books as a distant relative, like a third cousin or something, which will allow you to take her home for weekend visitation."

"Oh God, Mary! I don't know about that. I'm not sure I could trust myself."

"Trust me, Helen, she won't want you to. Or, I could arrange for you to spend a weekend in one of our guest cabins."

"No, no I—I'd rather take her home for a visit so we could get to know each other before—you know. Maybe take her to a movie or something."

"I'll have her pack her bags Friday afternoon," Mary winked.

They stopped at the Lite Bite restaurant at Bradford Lakes on their way to Helen's apartment. Unconsciously, Helen chose the same outside table where Mary was caught masturbating the child. Helen sat on one side of the table, while Rose started to sit across from her, but suddenly came around the table to sit next to Helen. "You want me to go in the bathroom and take off my panties?" The young girl asked.

"Oh honey, you'd better not. We don't know which bush Regina Biddy is hiding behind."

The child giggled. "`Kay, but I will if you want to."

The attorney resisted the temptation to reach under the table and touch the girl's crotch, keeping her hands in plain sight throughout the lunch. She tried not to think about the ramifications of making love to this beautiful child. She was not even certain that it would happen. It was too good to be true, and she was sure that she would back out at the last moment.

The attorney insisted that she was not a pedophile. She admitted that she had become attracted to some of the young girls at the school, but convinced herself that her love of sweet panty-clad bottoms had nothing to do with sex. It was more a yearning to be a mother than anything else.

Helen parked in the garage at the Carteret Arms and they took the elevator up to her eighteenth floor apartment. The door no sooner closed behind them when Helen began having second thoughts. What the hell were they doing here? It was left unsaid, but they both knew they were here to have sex. How do you have sex with a 10 year old? Her first male lover led the way. Her first female lover led the way. Was her first child lover going to lead the way?

Helen showed the girl to the bedroom and gave her an empty drawer in the dresser where she could put her cloths. She showed her the massive bathroom and where she could find clean towels and wash cloths. When the child saw the king size bed, she said, "Holy shit!"

Helen laughed. "You've never seen a king-size bed before?"

"Uh-uh, not that big. My bed is little."

"And what about miss Priminiski's bed?"

The child shrugged. "I don't know, we mostly fuck in the guest cabin and that bed ain't this big, and then she makes me go back to the dorm after."

"Well you won't have to go back to the dorm tonight, sweetheart. Why don't you hop in the shower and get ready for bed. I'll be in the dining room when you're done."

Helen was anxious to learn this girl's story. Was Mary her first, or was she taken away from her mother because there was some sexual involvement there? Why was she here with Helen tonight? Was it all Mary's idea, or did the child want to come? They had become rather fond of each other during preparations for the trial, but Helen had made no overt advances toward the girl.

All of her doubts disappeared when Helen glanced up to see the girl standing in the bedroom doorway. Her left hand resting seductively on her cocked left hip. There was a lit cigarette in her right hand, and she was naked except for a pair of black thigh-high stockings. Her long hair was tied up in a bun, resting on the top of her head, exposing a beautiful, long thin neck. "Are we gonna fuck?" Rose asked.

Helen had to swallow her heart which was stuck in the back of her throat. It had been eons since she'd had sex and she no longer cared because she had developed masturbation to an art form. But how could she resist this beautiful child? She held out a hand and called the girl over.

"Come sit on my leg, baby," she said, parting her legs, causing her skirt to ride up to the top of her thighs.

Rose crossed the room, straddled Helen's right leg and sat down on the woman's bare thigh.

"Don't you wanna fuck?" Rose asked.

"Yes sweetheart, I want very much to fuck, but I have to know that you do also. Are you here because you want to be here, or because Miss Priminiski made you come.

"Miss Prim didn't make me do nothin'," The child said, using Mary Priminiski's nick name. "She asked me if I wanted, and I told her yeah."

"So you want to be here?"

"Uh-huh," Rose muttered as she began sliding back and forth on Helen's thigh.

Helen could feel and hear the sound of Rose's pussy slipping on the wetness that it was leaving on the lawyer's thigh. She wasn't sure why the child wanted to be here, but the fact that she did was enough for now. Helen took the child's face in her hands and kissed her, softly at first, and then less softly, their tongues soon becoming strenuously involved.

Rose wrapped her legs around Helen's thigh, locking the toes of her left foot behind her right heel to keep from falling off as her thrusting increased at a machine-gun pace. "Uh Uh Uh Uh," the child grunted in rhythm with her wild thrusting.

Helen continued to kiss the child, her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, her lips all came under a storm of kisses as the young girl's stiffening limbs signaled her approaching orgasm.

Rose fell forward, throwing her arms around Helen's neck as her limbs went limp and her feet unlatched, causing her to slip and slide on lover's wet thigh.

Helen lifted the young girl off of her thigh and carried her to the bedroom and placed her in the center of the bed. Rose stared up at her wide eyed as she removed her blouse and bra, uncovering perfect breasts with sloping tops tapering down to pencil eraser nipples and rounded bottoms. Helen placed both thumbs under the waist bands of both skirt and panties, tugging them down over her hips and ass and down her long legs to the floor where she kicked them free of her feet.

She crawled to the center of the bed to meet her young lover. They held each other and kissed, Rose pressing her young body into her lover's breasts and stiff nipples. Helen pressing her pubic bone against her young lover's clitoris.

Helen rolled the young girl onto her stomach and slid down the bed to run her tongue in the crevice separating Rose's buttocks. Rose went up on her knees and spread her legs to give Helen's tongue better access to her tight, pink anus.

Rose began to whimper and rock back and forth as she felt Helen's tongue pierce her tight sphincter. Helen reached between the child's legs to rub her growing clitoris. "Eat my pussy," Rose begged.

"Does miss Prim eat your pussy?" Helen asked?

"A little, sometimes, but mostly she likes to do other things. She don't do nothin' like you just did."

"Oh? What other things?"

"Lotsa stuff. Like put stuff in my pussy, or make me put my whole hand in her pussy."

"Oh—do you like that?"

"Yeah it's cool, but I like what you did best. You know, put your tongue in my butt hole and my pussy."

"Have you ever heard of sixty-nine?"

"Yeah, but I can't do that. I lose my uh—uh—"

"Concentration?"

"Yeah, that. Con—cen—tration. I never could, even with my mom."

"Would you like to try it with me?"

"Huh? You wanna?"

"Very much so," the attorney replied.

"Well okay, but don't holler when I can't do nothin'."

"I promise I won't holler," Helen said, then turned on the bed, placing them in the sixty-nine position with the young girl on top. She placed her hands on the young girl's buttocks and pulled her down until Helen's lips and tongue were inside of the wet, swollen folds of the girl's pussy.

"Just concentrate on what I'm doing, then you do the same," Helen said as she began sucking the moisture from Rose's swollen inner labia. The smell and taste of the girl's wet pussy brought back a flood of memories and sent her over the top. She began to drink, lick, suck and nibble on the girl's labia and clitoris. Her tongue probing the young vagina and tight anus.

Rose took lessons from her lover, following her lover's lead as best she could with her limited experience in the art of oral sex. It took a while, but she slowly got into it. She was learning to enjoy what was being done to her while at the same time, able to follow her lover's lead. She discovered the joy of feeling a clitoris enlarge while she sucked on it, the feel of labia swelling with engorged blood as she sucked the moisture from it. She was learning the joy of being pleased by pleasing her lover, something she never learned from Miss Prim or her mother.

Woman and child spent the entire weekend in bed. Rose became even more expert in the art of pleasing her lover, learning the difference between making love and fucking. They stopped only to change the bed linen and to snack on energy bars for strength and staying power.

When not making love, Rose practiced masturbation. She learned to pace herself, to drag it out making it last, bringing herself to the very edge, then backing off. She learned the joy of watching her lover masturbate while she masturbated herself. She learned that masturbation was more than rubbing her clit or fingering her pussy.

On Monday, Rose Breen returned to The Mississippi School School for Southern Young Ladies, a much wiser young woman than the one who left on Friday.

Continued in Chapter 2