I had just had the most exciting and forbidden sexual experience of my life and my heart was pounding as Cindy and I shared a post-orgasmic chat and soft drinks. When Lisa came to the door, Cindy launched into the perfect nothing-happening-here banter about school.
“My math teacher is so boring and he doesn’t explain stuff at all. Oh, hi Lisa.”
Lisa walked into the kitchen and Cindy bounded over to her and gave her a big hug, just like a normal day. Just as if nothing had happened. Lisa said “Hi Cindy.” They whispered and murmured greetings to each other and giggled and acted pretty much like they always do, but of course I was filled with anxiety imagining that Cindy might –even accidentally– let on that something was different, or what Lisa might figure out on her own. I felt like a complete idiot and so weak to have given in to temptations and desires that until an hour ago, I didn’t even know I had.
Then looking over at me over Cindy’s shoulder, Lisa said a cheerful “Hi Mom.”
“Hi honey.”
“Let’s go to my room,” she said to Cindy, and they rushed off up the stairs. Just before disappearing from view, Cindy looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled, the sweetest “we’ve got a secret” smile, and again, my heart just melted. My hot new lover.
I sat there in complete disbelief and the most awful and wonderful conflict. First I’d berate myself, “stupid! stupid! so wrong” Then the warm and dreamy erotic afterglow would wash over and I’d smile and think “that was the most awesome, incredible, intense sexual experience of my whole life.” And then, “but never again. I only hope it truly remains our secret. Omigod, I hope little Cindy can keep a secret, even from Lisa… especially from Lisa.
But then I couldn’t help but wonder if, on any of their many nights spent together here or at Cindy’s…. No, no way. Lisa would never… But then of course, I would never… I even managed to twist my emotions into the thought, “that little temptress. If she’s been seducing my little Lisa, I’ll., I’ll… ”
I had to laugh at myself. Did I not want to think of Cindy’s precocious seduction working on my daughter, ever the protective mother? Or was it that I didn’t want to think of Cindy with any other lover? Oh. Cindy. Mmmmmmmm. I felt my pussy moistening again just to think of the sweet soft kisses, the tenderness of her gentle touch, her incredible little mouth on me. And the frankly unbelievable image of my adult mouth down between her girlish thighs, licking all around and oh god, so deep inside her hairless 11 year old cunny. Oooooooh
I had to get ahold of myself. Snap out of it. I busied myself straightening up, then went up to my bathroom to pee and splash some cold water on my face. When I opened the bathroom door, Cindy was right there, quickly stepping in with me and closing the door, she whispered,
“Mrs. Larson, today was so awesome for me. I hope you don’t feel bad, cuz it was just what i wanted, and needed so bad.” Then she said “I want to see you again. Please? Sometime when Lisa isn’t home.”
Then she kissed me, not a little girl peck, her tiny but full lips and soft tongue deeply on mine, holding me, her lovely little body against mine again, and I just melted into her again. She looked in my eyes with her sweet blue eyes, full of love and excitement, “Please?”
Then she was gone, back to Lisa’s room. Shortly after, Cindy had to head home and they both came down to say their goodbyes. Cindy hugged Lisa bye and then me, a perfectly innocent and cursory hug and a polite “bye, Mrs. Larson.”
That night, sitting around the dinner table having supper with my husband Jeff and Lisa, was just surreal. It was easy enough to slip back into the normal, mundane family conversations about our respective days. But for me nothing was normal any more. My entire life had changed in one eventful hour with Cindy, and that’s all I could think about. Worse, or better, depending on how I looked at it, I couldn’t help but wonder about Lisa, and whether she had any of those experiences with Cindy. A couple times Lisa caught me looking at her, I suppose “differently,” and she gave me a funny look the second time. Or was that my imagination? I was not thinking about her sexually, was I? No, never. I had tasted the amazing forbidden fruit of my new young lover, but she would be the only one, and maybe only that one time. Yes, definitely never again–what was I thinking? But I couldn’t get it out of my head that she had conspiratorially begged for a repeat sometime.
Later, in bed with Jeff, I could have been forgiven for having no interest in more sex that day. It had, after all, been the most exciting, and in a way exhausting day of forbidden passion. But instead, I was all over Jeff, devouring his body, turning him on as much as I could, pushing him down to lick me, moaning and holding him there, but in my mind it was Cindy’s mouth on me. I thought of looking down at her innocent young face between my thighs and came instantly, smashing my cunt against Jeff’s mouth and crying out as waves of orgasm wracked my body, a shuddering, gasping orgasm that left me out of breath and panting.
“Wow, honey,” he said, “you’re a hot one tonight and SO wet. What’s come over you?”
“Oh babe,” I lied, “I just really needed that. I’ve been so horny today.”
I fell into a happy but exhausted sleep, but little Cindy didn’t leave me alone there either. I dreamed of her sharing my bed, every night. I dreamed she was addicted to the womanly juices of my glistening slit. I dreamed of awakening in the night, in darkness, to the amazing warm feeling of her tiny mouth licking and sucking at my pussy hole. That she would sleep there, inhaling my scent with her cheek on my thigh, and that throughout the night, she would just nuzzle into the dampness between my swollen lips and lick away whatever juices had collected there. And starting the flow again, she would lick contentedly, making little mewling sounds while I soared yet again to gasping erotic heights only to crash over the edge again and again as she gratefully drew all the sex juices from me.
The next morning, I awoke with a small pool of pussy drool under me from my night of incessant sex dreams about Cindy. That was it, I thought to myself. I vowed that I would leave this taboo path behind and return to the real world, the normal world, the yesterday world in which I was a responsible adult and good mom, contented heterosexual wife, the whole package. Jeff had already left for work and I vaguely remembered a quick good morning kiss and something about me sleeping in because I had “a restless night.”
Two cups of coffee later, a slice of toast on my plate and some news channel on the TV and I was feeling much more normal. Good. Lisa came in and plopped herself down at the breakfast table in a thin cotton tee and too-tight stretchy shorts.
“Morning Mom,” she said cheerfully. “Can I go over to Cindy’s after breakfast?”
“Of course, hon, as long as it’s okay with Mrs. Wilson.”
“Ms. Wilson,” she corrected, “and she already said it’s okay.”
Lisa poured herself a bowl of cereal and milk and sat reading the back of the box, while I glanced down furtively at the obvious outline of her little pudendum under the tight tight shorts. I could clearly see the slit in her perfect mini camel toe. I had seen her naked a million times, but now the barely concealed outline had me staring, wondering what her naked vulva would look like compared with the very close up image in my mind of Cindy’s yesterday, and I found myself getting excited again. I told myself it was that thought of Cindy turning me on, NOT my own daughter. Lisa looked over the top of what she was reading, a slight quizzical expression on her face.
“Honey,” I said, quickly recovering, “those shorts are too small for you.” She looked down and said “Yeah, I know. I’m going to change them right after breakfast. I just grabbed the first thing I could, cuz I was hungry.”
She finished her cereal and after a brief spell of chit-chat, she got up to go change. I could swear her nipples were a little erect under her thin cotton top as I admired her budding breasts. I watched her perfect firm butt and her muscular thighs as she headed up the stairs. No, I told myself, it wasn’t arousal, just appreciation of my beautiful child.
Two minutes later she was out the door and I was alone with my jumbled thoughts. But not for long. Seconds after Lisa left, I heard a tapping at the kitchen door window. It was Cindy, standing there with a small bag of groceries, smiling so beautifully and waving for me to come over to the door. I opened it and she stepped inside, set down the bag and hugged me like a long lost lover.
“I can’t stay for a minute. Mom will tell Lisa that I just ran down to the store for some milk and will be right back. I can’t stop thinking about you,” she said excitedly. “About yesterday. I dreamed about you, about sleeping with you, cuddling with you, making love to you all night long.”
She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard on the mouth, her kisses hungry, demanding, needy. Her hands went to my breasts and she fondled them as she kissed me. Her tongue swirled together with mine as her hands squeezed my breasts and nipples. Then one was down my belly to my waistband, going inside; inside my skirt, inside my panties. Ohhhh, her soft hand slipping inside my panties. I gasped, “Oh Cindy. Oh God, honey, what are you doing to me?”
“Lisa wants me to sleep over Friday night. Mom says it’s OK with her if you don’t mind.” she said breathlessly, as her fingers descended down into my now soaking wet pussy. “Please let me come over. Before Lisa gets home, like we did last time. Oh, please, Mrs. Larson, PLEASE.”
Her fingers slithered into my cunt, in and out slowly, sensuously as her other hand squeezed my nipple. Then pulling out her hand, she brought it up, gooey with my cunt juices, up between our faces, and proceeded to lick my juices seductively from her fingers, as the scent of my own pussy filled my senses. She sucked her fingers like a little cock, in and out and all around. Then I was licking them too, kissing her juicy mouth around her tiny slippery fingers, our tongues slurping up every trace. She plunged her fingers back inside, scooping out more of my cream, then held them to my lips while I licked my slippery secretions off her tiny fingers. What was I becoming?
“I want to eat your wet pussy right now, lick and suck at it til you cum in my mouth again.” she said, kissing my mouth deeply. “But I have to go. Please say Friday’s okay. Tell my Mom it’s okay.”
I heard myself whimpering again as she pulled away, shocking myself all over, whimpering in desperate, unstoppable and unbridled need for this outrageous little temptress. All my resolve of only an hour ago, swept away in an instant by her passion and sweet, demanding lust for me. What could I say? I knew I was hers.
“I… uh… okay, honey, of course.” I said.
“I love it when you call me honey,” she said, smiling a sweet but wicked smile, picked up her grocery bag and was gone. And there I was. I could not believe what was happening, and I could. not. wait. until Friday.
For the rest of the week, I swear Lisa was going out of her way to show off her body to me. Instead of a tee shirt or blouse, she’d dress in shorts and a bikini top. For bedclothes, she wore one of Jeff’s old tee shirts or an oversized castoff dress shirt, with just panties underneath. And I was always noticing her nipples, like they were suddenly prominent in a way I had never noticed. I tormented myself thinking maybe Cindy had told her about us. Or was it just that I was noticing her in a new way now and nothing had changed in her behavior?
One morning, she came out of her room to use the bathroom, just as I was leaving the bathroom. She was dressed in just her panties, her lovely little breasts proudly displayed. Sure enough, the nipples were not only prominent but erect. And was that a different, slightly sultry tone when she greeted me?
“Good morning Mom. Sleep well?”
I wanted to carry her to my bed and devour her gorgeous small breasts and lose myself in every curve and especially every crevasse of her body. But I was fighting it so hard, and Lisa was never overt, never made it clear if she was doing it on purpose. I was just so confused. I was already wracked with guilt about my secret little girl lover, and now here I was, looking at Lisa with hunger in my eyes, knowing I shouldn’t… couldn’t even think about going down that dangerous path with my own daughter.
Plus, it was easy with Cindy. She left me little choice and absolutely no doubt about what she wanted. Lisa was not going to make the first move, and even her teasing, well I couldn’t tell for sure if she even was teasing. After all, “Daddy” was at work, and it really was just us girls in the house. Her behavior could be (or so I told myself) just wanting to be casual about not covering up, about not having to, around another girl, around her mom.
Jeff left the next morning for a business trip, and when Lisa came down, she was dressed in one of his castoff shirts, the top 3 buttons undone and the bottom came down to mid-thigh on her. When she poured the milk on her cereal, I could see down the front, could see her perfect little half peach breasts. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was intentionally giving me a show. She chattered away quite normally through breakfast, then came and hugged me, just a little too tight, and just a little too long.. or was I imagining the whole thing?
“I love you Mommy,” she said, and kissed my cheek, arms around my neck. “Guess it’s just us girls today, huh?” She said it like “we could do anything.”
Then she went and sat on the couch, reading her book while I sipped my coffee and fought off these inappropriate and confusing feelings I was having about my gorgeous 12 year old daughter. She held the book so I couldn’t see her face, and she couldn’t see mine. As she sat there, she would occasionally absently let her knees part a little and close back together. I could see up her legs to her bare pussy. She had nothing on under the nightshirt.. Omigod. I was looking up my own daughter’s nightshirt trying to get a glimpse of her little mound!
Just then, she looked over the top of the book, smiled and said “I like this book.” and went back to reading. A few more times she let her legs spread enough for me to look, then looked up again, catching me looking, and closed her legs again. I could feel the moisture start between my legs as she teased me. No, I told myself, she’s not teasing you. You’re just being a pervert. Stop it.
I was trying so hard not to look any more, and started reading a magazine. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see her legs part again and I had to look. I almost gasped out loud. She wasn’t wearing panties! My innocent daughter had let her legs spread apart fully and I was looking right at the smooth, bare pussy of my little girl. But not looking as I had a thousand times, not looking as “Mommy.” I was sneaking a peek at a forbidden fruit of sexual desire for my child. No, I couldn’t even think about that. I buried my face back in my magazine and finished my coffee. I needed to get away from the building desire within me.
When I looked back up, She was holding the book directly in front of her face, and had relaxed her legs so I had an unobstructed view up her thighs to her naked mound. She slowly, seemingly absentmindedly, spread and closed her thighs, her small vagina opening and closing, dimly glistening in the poor light between her thighs. My mouth was dry and my pussy moist as I feasted my eyes on my daughter’s beautiful vulva, and her tiny pussy hole winking open and closed. I couldn’t take my eyes away, despite my mind screaming “NO. look away! get out of here.”
But I couldn’t, and Lisa seemed intent on letting me look as long and hard as I wanted. She kept the book in front of her face, and her legs apart for at least two minutes while I devoured her with my eyes. Just then Lisa looked up and said, “Mom, what’s this word? I can’t pronounce it.” She turned the book toward me, her finger pointing to a word on the page, which of course I couldn’t read from this distance. I got up and went over to her, looking at the book.
Oh god, I could smell the scent of her pussy. The scent of aroused young lust. I could think of nothing else as I told her what “perspicacity” meant and how to pronounce it. She grinned at me, put down her book and said “Will you sit here with me?” Oh no. Run away. But I can’t run away, I have sat with her, my arm around her many, many times. It’s normal. But now I thought I knew exactly what she was doing, and I had no doubt Cindy had told her our dark luscious secret. I was dying to find out. I was scared to find out.
Of course I sat with her and she leaned against my side, my arm around her, just like normal. Lisa said,
“Mom? Thanks for letting Cindy spend the night Friday. You’re the nicest Mom in the world.
“Yeah, right,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“No, I mean it, Mom,” she protested. Then hugging me around the neck, she rolled onto me, the heat of her young vagina against my leg.
“Thank you for being so nice to Cindy. You know she’s just my best friend ever, like a sister to me.”
The way she said ‘sister,’ was like a secret code, like, You’ve already had your ‘other’ daughter.
“I can’t wait til Friday,” she said, and gave me an extra squeeze, then slid off of me and went upstairs to her room to call Cindy.
Continue on to Chapter 4
Beautiful words and phrasing: Pussy drool….. her perfect little half peach breasts.
I know what’s “cumming” and am really going to enjoy your art. Thx
Such anticipation and so hot, i had no choice but put my hand in my panties while reading your story. xoxo
Looking forward to reading the next chapter