Does This Feel Right, Part 3

by stormy

Well, the story so far is that my mom is a lesbian with cerebral palsy, and I had just finished having her eat my ass. Now I was lying naked, feeding my daughter her bottle of breast milk.

I had only just gotten my little Rebecca to eat cereal. At three months, it was early, but she is a very advanced baby, and so I enjoy nursing but it will be nice to wean her. I mean I do still intend to have her feed from me, and I do like the idea of lactating all year round, but I'm not sure if I could do it. However, having Mom nurse at my breast was a new experience, and I was still just absorbing all that had transpired in the last few hours.

So now Mom lay next to me, while I cradled little Rebecca and she drank her bottle.

I had spent the past few weeks reading the lesbian lolita website, having never read it before. I realized there are a lot of women around the world who are like me. And now, having my baby there, and having my perverted lesbian mother, willing to do what I wanted, well, I decided to go there. I decided to have Mom play with my baby.

I really wanted Mom to get in touch with her deepest and most perverse lesbian cravings. I'm not sure why, but I guess it was a lifetime of being in the shadow of her lovers, and so I just really wanted to know what she was willing to do. And since I now had a little girl, and since I know Mom had been reading lesbian lolita stuff, I knew she was probably willing to do anything I told her.

Also, I felt that if I could saturate her with pleasure and the inflammations of lesbian lust, that perhaps I could open a gateway to the Goddess power, and perhaps even heal my mother a little, or perhaps extend her time with me? My heart hurt at the prospect of losing her, and so this encouraged me even more, to try everything at my disposal, to call the female healing power up within her frail little body.

So as I sat there, and the baby finished her bottle, I planned as to how I would do this, and what perversions and pleasures I intended her to have.

"Mom, can you check on him and see if he's awake?" I said, referring to my son, who was sleeping.

He was asleep, she reported, as she limped back in, and lay back at my side, obviously curious as to what I would do next. I knew we wouldn't be disturbed, so I waited until the baby finished her bottle, then I burped her, and she was in her post-feeding, smiley and playful state, which I knew well. I knew we would have a nice little time there to ply her, and I wanted to be careful with her little being, and her soul within. After all, she was and is my daughter, and I only wanted the best for her. But I knew that bonding with her grandmother, especially now when perhaps she may not know her grandmother at all, if the worst happens, then I felt it was appropriate to do as I felt.

I sat up and smiled at my baby, cooing at her and getting a nice milky smile from her. I handed her to my mom, who gratefully accepted the baby into her good arm and smiled at her. I turned around, muting the television, and knelt in front of my mother. I smiled at her as she held her granddaughter. It was a new and wonderful experience for both of us. I let her rock and coo at Rebecca for a little bit. Then I said,

"Kiss her."

Mom looked at me, wanting more information. I repeated my command. "You heard me, I said kiss her."

Mom put a perfectly unsuspecting kiss on the top of the baby's head.

I shook my head. Obviously I was going to have to do something drastic. I drew my breath in, and my stomach churned, as I put my hand behind my mother's neck and drew in close to kiss her.

"No, I mean really kiss her, like this." and I planted one on my mom. She had recently stopped smoking but it was still a smokers' kiss, but the eagerness of her tongue thrilled me and I deepened the kiss, and feeling a thrill as we swapped spit, I felt a real sense of power that my mommy would allow me to do this.

I broke the kiss.

"You want me to kiss the baby like that?" she asked, incredulous and wide eyed, with my spit still at the edges of her mouth. She said it in such a pathetic way, that I knew she wasn't even going to protest beyond this. Yes, this was the most pitiful protest I'd ever heard. She was literally waiting for me to say it a second time. I could tell she wanted it.

So I didn't answer, and just simply nodded. I wanted to see what she would do, with just her own intentions.

She held the baby up to her face, and kissed her softly on her little mouth, which was about as big as a penny. She kissed her softly, little pecking kisses.

"French her, like I did to you."

She obeyed. Her tongue slid out like a red ember and my baby quickly accepted it and began suckling her grandmother's tongue. I hadn't quite expected that, but Mom seemed to flow with it, she began a deep tongue kiss, allowing Rebecca's to suck as much of the tongue into her mouth. I noticed that in fact, my mother was inserting too much tongue, and that Rebecca was quickly going from sucking, to gagging.

What's interesting about her, as a baby, is that she can gag but doesn't complain about it. As she finds her tongue and learns to accept the pacifier I give her, she will gag and try to spit it out, but she doesn't really cry, she seems curious and acclimated to things in her mouth which make her gag.

Well, like this for example. Mom's kiss was deepening and I could see that she was completely lost in lust, she was trying to get too much of her tongue into the baby's mouth, and little Rebecca was trying to suck the whole thing in, but her tiny mouth could not, so she kind of laid there half gagging and wondering what was happening, as her grandmother kissed her. I imagined what my mom was feeling, completely lost to the sensation. I knew she was feeling every inch of her granddaughter's mouth with her wet intrusive tongue.

"Okay Mom, let her breath" I chastised, snapping her back. She withdrew her tongue quickly and this elicited a confused little cry from the baby. "It's okay you can let her suck on it. I want you to keep doing that. Go as deep as she will take it. I want you to fuck her little mouth with your tongue, softly and deeply, if she will let you."

I knelt with my hands between my legs and rubbed my naked pussy, as she followed my instructions, and made out with my baby girl, for a good five or ten minutes. I hadn't ever seen a girl suck on her grandmother's tongue before, but I realize now of course that it is an excellent bonding tool. I know Mom liked it, and she diligently tried to make a good show for me. After a few minutes, I told her, "drool spit on her cheeks" and Mom obeyed, covering the baby's mouth and neck with a mixture of both's saliva.

My baby didn't know this experience from any other. But I knew she was enjoying this warm and wet sensation and I knew Mom was enjoying obeying my orders.

Finally I stopped Mom and had her give me Rebecca. I wiped Mom's spit of her cheeks and smiled at her for a little while. I had not changed her before her nap and I knew she probably needed a diaper change and so I set her on the bed for that. Mom sensed what I was about to do, and I swear I heard her breath get faster.

It wasn't like we hadn't both experienced changing my baby girl. Both of us had put diapers on lots of babies, and this one was the same as all of them. However, in some way, this tiny little bum, this little angle, was all ours. It was both of us who quietly enjoyed this ritual of giving her a fresh diaper.

I removed her jumper carefully and unfastened her diaper. I took it away and lay a diaper cloth under her, cleaning her up, I wiped her little coochie front to back, cleaning up her little bottom nicely. Once she was all clean and stopped fussing, I let her lay there and kick, before putting on her diaper,

She was a healthy baby and growing fast. We sat there silently and enjoyed the sight of her tiny little pussy, which was about the size of a robin's egg. Her bum was like a large orange, not much bigger, but always that baby skin, is so smooth that it seems to invite kissing.

I stared at Mom as she stared at the baby's naked form. Her tongue was still lolling out of her mouth from the kissing session, and I sensed she was up for anything.

I picked Rebecca up and held her facing away from me, between my breasts. In this way, I offered her spread legs to Mom.

"Lick her." I commanded.

Mom only swallowed once, and didn't hesitate as she lowered herself down and got into position. I held the baby slightly back and gently guided her little legs apart while I kissed her ears and whispered to her. I looked down her belly and saw Mom dig in.

I held my baby there and watched in awe as my mother showed me what true lesbianism was all about. Watching her tongue, lovingly pleasure my infant daughter, sent a chill down my spine, and yes I admit, I did grind the baby's arched back, against my crotch just a bit.

For her part, Rebecca didn't make a whisper. She froze like a little doe, when grandma's lips went onto her. And for the whole while grannie was licking her little tiny pussy, she hardly moved. She did give a satisfied grunt at one point but it didn't sound like a complaint. For all appearances she enjoyed every minute of it. And I let Mom have her completely. I encouraged her. I held Rebecca's legs higher and farther back and said "Lick her crack." and Mom did, gently probing little Rebecca's anus and nibbling and sucking her tiny buns.

I enjoyed the scene, and finally I couldn't take it anymore, I scooped up the baby and said "Okay, that's enough, now it's time for you to get Mommy off again."

She looked confused as I cradled my daughter and turned around again, showing her my white ass and pink asshole.

"Come on Mommy, that's enough of that, I want you to please me again." And I walked my as backward on to her face as she sighed in contentment and began her task, eating out my asshole. As I rocked my baby and cooed at her, I gently fondled her vulva, still slick with her grandmother's spit. I delighted in how slippery her crack was.

I settled back onto Mom's face and felt her settle in for a nice long effort at my back hole. Yes, I would eventually give her my pussy as I had just given her my daughter's pussy, but that would be later. For now, she seemed to be quite content with my anus.

I kissed my baby gently and blew on her pussy. She spread her legs and froze almost obediently, as if what grannie had just done, had trained her to respond, and to desire the feeling. I cradled my baby to my lips and kissed her deeply as Mommy had showed me was possible.