Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2005 }

Alex set her books down on the coffee table and walked into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. Christmas was coming soon and today was the last day of school until the new year. Her mother was a teacher at the high school and would have the winter break off as well. Alex was excited, since she and her mother were very close. Ever since her father had left, breaking her heart, three years ago she and her mother had been more like sisters than anything else.

Alex had turned eleven just before the beginning of the new school year and she was beginning to notice slight changes in her body. Her chest felt strange and her nipples had become puffy. She had also begun to feel drawn to some of the other girls at school. She had even developed a crush on her best friend Keera.

With hot chocolate in hand and an hour before her mother would be home, Alex went into the living room to watch television. She sipped at her hot chocolate and flipped through the channels until her mother pulled into the driveway.

“Hey, Mom!” Alex hopped up from the couch and hugged her mother.

“Hey, sweetie.” Evelyn, her mother, said with a smile. She walked into the kitchen and made herself a cup of instant coffee. She went back to the living room and pulled her cigarettes from her purse before sitting down and lighting one.

“Smoking’s bad for you,” Alex nagged.

“So’s saying that it’s bad for me.”

It was their normal exchange. Alex had been on her mother to quit for months now. Alex rolled her eyes. She hated when her mother said that.

“So, you want to put up the tree tonight?” Evelyn asked.

“You know I don’t believe in that stuff,” Alex grumbled. She had turned her back on the church a few months earlier, shortly after her birthday. She had decided she wanted to be a Wiccan. Her mother had never been Christian; the influence there had come from Alex’s father. This decision had come about at the same time she had stopped going by her first name and started telling everyone to call her Alex, short for Alexandra. When she had learned where her first name came from, she decided she did not like it.

“You’re too young for all this rebellion crap.”

“This is the real me, Mom.” Alex stomped her feet as she got up off the couch and stormed to her room.

“Eli!” Her mother called after her.

“My name is Alex!” she heard the girl shout back at her. Evelyn rolled her eyes, she did not want to start the winter break with a fight, but it looked like that was where things were going.

At first, Alex had taken the divorce well. Jim had visited her at least twice a month, and regularly took her for weekends. He met a new woman, though, and suddenly he wanted nothing to do with his daughter. He had even stopped paying child support. The legal battle over that was still going, and it looked like Alex would be eighteen before it was resolved.

Evelyn got up off the couch and walked to her daughter’s room. She tapped the door and without waiting to be invited, opened it. “I’m sorry, Alex. I’ve been calling you Eli since I brought you home from the hospital, so I forget sometimes.”

“I just hate him, Mom. He left us here and he doesn’t even care.”

“He cares.” Evelyn shook her head, not believing that she was defending him.

“He’s an asshole.” Alex’s eyes went wide and she slapped her hands over her mouth, turning bright red.

“Electra Alexandra!” Evelyn tried to scold, but she was laughing. She shook her head. “Please don’t talk like that. It just sounds bad.”

Evelyn left her there. She chuckled as she walked down the hall. ‘Alex’ She whispered to herself, as if trying to remind herself to call the girl by her middle name.

An hour would pass before Alex would wander out of her room and sit down on the couch next to her mother. “Sorry, Mom,” The girl said, leaning close to her mother. “We can put the tree up if you want.”

“I don’t know. I mean, you know about Santa, you know about God, why bother?”

“’Cause it’s winter solstice too.” Alex hopped up and went up to her room, returning with a leather bound book that Evelyn recognized. “I read it in here.” She said handing the book to Evelyn and turning to the correct page. The woman grazed over the page politely and handed it back.

“Okay, so let’s have dinner, then we’ll get the tree down from the attic.”

Evelyn got up and went into the kitchen closely followed by her little girl. They always worked together to make dinner and tonight was no different. They made stir fry vegetables, one of Alex’s favorites because it meant she got to eat with chopsticks.

After they ate Evelyn pulled the stairs to the attic down and let Alex go up to get the boxes of ornaments and the tree.

With everything downstairs they began pulling the various branches and other parts of the tree out of its box. Evelyn never had gotten the hang of putting the tree together. She only got to do it once a year, and this made only the third time, Jim had done it before the divorce.

After assembling the tree they set about stringing the lights and hanging the ornaments. Alex had always loved opening the boxes and unwrapping each ornament, seeing for the first time again in a year.

Finally finished with the ornaments they hung garland around the tree and cleaned up the considerable mess left over.

“Are you ready?” Evelyn asked. She held the plug for the lights in her hand, bending down, poised to plug it in.

“Ready.” Alex was getting excited despite herself. Evelyn pushed the plug into the socket and the lights on the tree flickered to life. The room was immediately bathed in a strange reddish light the seemed to move as the bulbs blinked on and off. Alex smiled as she found herself captivated by the tree.

“Just like when you were a little girl.” Evelyn said stepping up next to her daughter and putting her arm over the girl’s shoulder. “You would sit and stare at the tree for hours… mesmerized.”

They watched the lights blinking for a while longer before sitting down on the couch and turning on the television. Evelyn lit a cigarette for herself and pulled the ashtray off the coffee table, sitting it on the arm of the couch.

Shortly after midnight they headed for bed. Evelyn kissed her daughter good night and left her huddled in the blankets, fighting to stay warm.

Alex laid in bed, her eyes closed, thinking about the upcoming holiday. She had learned about solstice. She was new to Wicca, and had nothing but books to guide her.

Something else started to stick in her thoughts. An image in the book she had shown her mother. It was a drawn image of what the book called a sky clad coven. She could not stop looking at the pictures of women. The curves of their bodies captivated her. She had found herself tracing their lines with her finger.

Alex was feeling strange, warm. the place between her legs, that special place she knew so little about seemed to be beckoning her. She slid her hand between her legs and touched herself feeling dampness on her fingers. She was immediately ashamed, afraid of what her friends would think if they found out that she was touching herself this way. She was afraid that there was something wrong, that she was sick or what her mother called a pervert, because she thought it felt so good.

Shame won out over the urges of her still immature body and she pulled her hand away, drying it on the leg of her pajamas. She pulled the blankets up over her head and tried to sleep.

*****

When Alex awoke she pulled herself out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and shower.

With her teeth cleaned Alex turned on the water and waited for it to get warm enough for her. She stepped into the shower and pulled the shower head off it’s hanger, soaking her hair.

After hanging the shower head back up she washed her hair. Alex soaped her body quickly and began rinsing. The water felt good on her skin as it washed over her. She paused as the shower head sprayed her nipples.

Alex’s eyes drooped when the water reached her loins running over her clit. She had showered countless times and never quite felt this way when she cleaned her private parts. The water caught her clit just right and sent waves of heat through her. She gasped, moving her wrist slightly, letting the water run over her in pulses.

The heat began to become a tingling wave moving over her skin and through her like electricity. She felt her knees getting weaker as the most peculiar sensation began building in her belly.

The sensation became a ball of heat exploding out of her through her tiny clit. Alex had never felt anything like this. She reached out and put her hand on the wall trying to steady herself as her knees buckled.

Alex was panting, still holding the shower head she slowly rose and hung it up. She felt slightly dizzy and could hear a bit of a ring in her ears after she turned the water off. She had no idea what she had just done and though she was a bit afraid and terribly ashamed, she was determined that she would do it again.

At the breakfast table Alex felt ashamed of herself, unable to look at her mother. She remembered all of the hours of Sunday school filling her head with the notion of sin and bad and wrong. She did not know what she had done, but she knew that, like everything else enjoyable, it must be dirty.

“Are you okay Eli… Alex.” Her mother asked, catching herself.

“I’m fine,” she said, sounding very much not fine. Evelyn knew something was bothering her little girl and by the way she had said she was fine, she knew that the girl wanted to talk about it.

“Did you sleep okay last night?”

“Yeah.” Alex stirred her bowl of cereal with her spoon, keeping her eyes on the table.

“Hey, sweetie. If you want to talk about something then tell me. I’m your mom, I’m here for you.”

Alex shook her head. She pushed her bowl of cereal away and sat back in her seat. “How come everything good is wrong?”

“What do you mean?” Evelyn set her own breakfast aside and folded her arms on the table in front of her.

“It’s just that when I used to go to church they acted like everything that felt good or was fun was a sin.”

“You know I really wish your father hadn’t insisted on taking you to church. It was the only thing that made me hesitate when we started talking about kids. Honey, I know it seems like that but in the real world it’s okay for things to be fun or to feel good, or to be enjoyable.” She tilted her head slightly. She knew only a little bit about Wicca. Just what she had picked up from the girls who were into it at school. “I thought your… your new thing wasn’t like that.”

“It isn’t. But I mean all that time I went to church… I’m just scared that, what if they’re right?”

“I don’t think they are.” Evelyn returned to her breakfast. “What brought this on, angel?”

“I can’t say,” she muttered, blushing. Evelyn looked at her for a moment. She thought she was beginning to understand. She was sure that whatever it was had to do with sex, and being that her daughter was eleven, she suspected the girl had discovered masturbation. Evelyn let the issue go. She did not want to make her daughter any more uncomfortable than she already was.

After breakfast they set about cleaning house. It was a short chore since they both took time through the week to tidy up here and there. Once finished Evelyn went to her room and laid down, staring up at the ceiling. She was drifting at the edge of sleep, letting her mind wander. Normally she loved to hover at the edge of sleep this way. Today however her normally peaceful time was being disturbed by something. By Alex. She kept finding her thoughts drifting to her little girl touching herself.

Evelyn felt her clit twitch, a quiver that ran through her belly in a shock of cold tension. She realized she was becoming aroused. Very aroused. Images of her daughter’s slim body, her perfectly hairless mound, and a little hand gently stimulating her sex. Evelyn opened her eyes wide. She was fantasizing about her little girl, her child. She felt a wash of heat across her face. She was ashamed of herself but the shame did nothing to chase the thoughts away.

‘Oh the hell with it.’ She grumbled to herself. She slid her hand under her pants, her panties and slid her fingers between her legs. She pushed her fingers into herself, lubricating them, then pulled them out, massaging her clit in long slow circles.

More than the forbidden fantasy of her daughter, the fear she might get caught, it excited her. Her bedroom door was open, Alex was just down the hall. At any moment the little girl could walk in on her. Evelyn’s breathing was coming in short gasps. She moved her fingers faster, sliding them into herself occasionally to lubricate them.

‘Was that a footstep?’ She almost stopped but she could not. She worked her body faster, more desperately with each moment.

Her orgasm rushed through her body, touching every fiber of her being. The waves of heat washing over her, bringing her close to unconsciousness.

Evelyn withdrew her hand from her pants and relaxed onto the bed. She laid there enjoying the afterglow. She could not waste too much time because she wanted to take Alex to the mall but she could not force herself to just jump up and wave goodbye to the endorphins.

Eventually she pulled herself out of bed and went to collect her daughter. She planned to make a day of shopping and perhaps even taking in a matinee at the cinema.

In the end they went to the mall and wandered around looking at the shops. Alex spent what had seemed like a lifetime in Hot Topic, picking out clothes she wanted. She even spent some time trying to convince her mother to let her get her belly button pierced. Evelyn was not adverse to the idea, but she would not allow it until the girl was at least thirteen. Once she was an official teen Evelyn had already decided she would sign off on anything the girl wanted pierced, as long as it was above the waist.

By the time they got home they were both exhausted. Evelyn tossed the bags she’d carried in on the couch and turned to look at Alex. “You know it wouldn’t have killed you to pick up one of the bags.” She grumbled.

“Sorry, Mom,” she said, sounding more annoyed than sorry.

Evelyn put the bags in her closet then went to the kitchen to start dinner. As always her daughter followed her in to help. Alex stood chopping vegetables, her mind drifting to her shower and the wonderful pleasure she had discovered. “Ouch!” Alex looked down to see she had grazed her index finger with the knife.

“Are you okay?”

“I cut myself,” she whined. She immediately headed toward the bathroom to pour peroxide on it and wrap it in a bandage.

“You’ve been acting weird all day, sweetie.” Evelyn said once the girl returned. She turned from the pot she was stirring. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“Mooom!” She blushed. Evelyn decided to let it go until they sat down to eat.

With dinner ready they went into the dining room and sat down. Evelyn served the stew she had prepared to her daughter and then took her own seat.

“I wasn’t too much older than you when I started thinking about boys,” Evelyn started, trying to ease into the conversation. “I was your age though the first time I… touched myself.”

“Mom!”

“I’m sorry sweetie. I’m not trying to embarrass you. But if that’s what you’re upset about, then you can tell me.” Evelyn scolded herself. She was not handling this well.

“I don’t think about boys,” the girl finally said.

“Well, you’re still young.”

“I don’t care. I’m never going to think about them.” Alex pushed her plate away and looked up at her mom. “Is it wrong if I like girls?” Her eyes were glassy and it was clear that she had given whatever was going on with her a great deal of thought.

Evelyn considered her answer carefully. She knew that many gays claimed they had known from early childhood. She did not want to believe it about her daughter, though. She had no problem with gays, she had even accepted that her daughter may well turn out to be a lesbian. Evelyn believed that homosexuality was genetic. She knew that her sister was a lesbian, and her cousin was gay. What she had a problem with was the pain that it would cause the girl.

“Are you saying that you think you’re like Aunt Carol?” Evelyn managed to keep an even tone. All Alex really understood about her aunt was that she lived with another woman and they had bought a house together.

“Aunt Carol is like that?” Alex asked with big eyes. Evelyn smiled and nodded her head. “I didn’t touch myself.” Alex said after a long silence. “I was in the shower and…” She trailed off.

“And the water ran over your clitoris.” Evelyn finished for her, knowing what a wonderful sensation the girl had discovered. Alex’s confused expression told her mother that she had no idea what her clitoris was. Evelyn again scolded herself. That her daughter could be eleven and not know these things about her own body was in her opinion, bad parenting.

“And it felt, I don’t knooow,” she frowned. “It made me weak and tingly.”

“That’s normal, sweetie. What you felt was probably an orgasm.”

“But Mom… I did it… I held the water on my private parts like that.” Evelyn smiled when the girl said that, but her smile faded when she saw tears rush out of her little girl’s eyes. “Please d-don’t laugh at me, Mom!” Alex sobbed.

“Oh, sweetie. I’m not laughing, I’m happy for you.” She slipped out of her chair and wrapped her arms around the girl. She knelt, still holding the girl, rocking her and rubbing her back.

With her daughter finally calmed down Evelyn went back to her chair. “What you did is called masturbating and everyone does it.”

“Do you?”

“Well, yes I do.” Evelyn answered.

Alex seemed visibly relieved when she heard this. “It’s not bad, is it?”

“No sweetie, it’s not bad.” Evelyn reached across the table and stroked the girl’s hair. “I like the shower head too.” She offered. Alex wrinkled her nose for a second but a smile began to play at her lips. “So you really think you like girls?” She asked.

“I think so. I love Keera.”

“Does Keera like girls too?” Evelyn asked. She was suddenly aware that Keera and Alex spent the night together constantly. She was afraid now for what might have been going on.

Alex finally shook her head. “I don’t think so.” She said.

Evelyn got an idea. She hurried through the rest of her dinner. Once she was finished she deposited her dishes in the sink and went up to the attic.

Upstairs, in the cold, she searched through boxes and stacks of old books. She was hoping that she still had a text book left over from the one year that she had taught sex education. She was about to give up when she pulled the old text book out of a box. She sat down and began flipping through the pages, sure she remembered seeing a diagram of the female body.

Evelyn came slowly down the stairs. She folded them back up into the ceiling and went into the living room where she found her daughter watching television. “Here,” she said, handing the book to the girl. She opened it to the image of a woman’s vulva.

Alex took the book and stared down at the image, reading the labels carefully. “Is that what I look like down there?” She asked.

“Yes, sweetie.”

“It looks funny.” She wrinkled her nose.

“Funny. Hmm. I always thought we looked a little bit like Calle lilies.” Evelyn leaned close to her girl, kissing her on the head. She looked down at the picture. “It’s very beautiful.”

Alex looked up at her, wrinkling her brow. “Do you like girls too?” She asked.

Evelyn’s mind went immediately to college. She had slept with two girls while she was in school. Both had been wonderful experiences, but she had never pursued women any further than that. “Not really.” She finally said. “Not like that I suppose.”

Alex continued to stare at the image. She was fascinated, having never seen it before. There was something more though. Sitting there, looking at the image of a woman’s body, her nether regions, excited the girl. She felt the same warmth and tingling she had felt the night before. “Is, umm, master — umm…”

“Masturbating?”

“Yeah, is that like sex?”

“A little bit. What do you know about sex?” She asked.

“I know a boy lays on a girl and they hug and then they move a little. I saw Spike to it to Buffy on teevee.” Evelyn rolled her eyes. “I think Willow did it to Tara too, but it was different.” Alex looked up at her mother. “It’s because Spike is a boy, right?”

“It’s very different when girls are together.” Evelyn coaxed the book from Alex’s hands and closed it. She set it on the coffee table. “You can have that book if you want it.”

They talked while watching television for the rest of the evening. It was late again when Evelyn ushered her daughter to bed. She tucked the girl in and kissed her before leaving for her own room.

Evelyn laid in bed feeling the heat of sexual excitement pulsing through her. Talking with her little girl, hearing what the child had to say, learning that she had begun masturbating, it excited her. She felt shame at thinking of her little girl in such a way but the images of her daughter in the shower, or touching herself, continued to race through her head. She slid a hand between her legs.

A moan escaped Evelyn’s lips when her fingers slipped over her clit. She was wet, so wet she hardly needed to move past her clit before her fingers were lubricated enough. She wanted to hate herself for indulging a sexual arousal borne of her daughter, but the image of the child touching herself was so pure and erotic.

Evelyn felt the orgasm building almost as soon as she touched herself. She massaged her clit, moving quickly, building to it.

“Mom?” came a voice from the hallway. Startled, Evelyn yanked her hand away from her aching clit.

Oh, God. So close, so damn close. She whimpered.

“I’m cold and I want to sleep with you.”

Evelyn sighed resignedly, pushed herself up in the bed and turned toward her daughter standing in the door looking sheepish. “C’mon sweetie, climb in.” She held the covers up. Alex raced across the room and dove in to bed, snuggling close to her mother.

With her daughter’s scent in her nostrils Evelyn found herself experiencing a new height of sexual excitement. She was becoming more frustrated with each passing moment.

Evelyn draped her arm over her daughter, feeling dirty for doing so. She stroked the girl’s belly, something she had done a million times before, but tonight she felt guilty. She swallowed hard, feeling her mouth go dry as she slid her hand up to the girl’s hip and began gently rubbing her daughter’s bottom.

“That feels good,” Alex whispered. She rolled slightly forward, giving Evelyn more access to her behind. Hearing the girl’s voice though was such a shock that the woman faltered. She was trying to stop herself, trying to force herself to roll over and go to sleep but she could not. She stroked gently all the way up her daughter’s back and then down to her bottom. She let her fingers curl around Alex’s butt cheeks, brushing dangerously close to the child’s sex.

“Do you understand what we talked about tonight?” Evelyn asked. She felt her daughter nod her head. “Am I bothering you?” Alex shook her head quickly.

“It feels nice.” The little girl said as she rolled onto her back, leaving Evelyn’s hand to come to rest on her sternum. She could just feel one of the girl’s puffy nipples under her wrist and realizing that sent a shock though her. Cautiously, Evelyn moved her hand to the girl’s belly and began rubbing it. She let her hand slid under Alex’s shirt. A shudder passed through Evelyn when she felt her daughter’s soft skin under her fingers. “Are you cold?” The girl asked.

“No, sweetie.” She leaned down and kissed Alex’s forehead. She kissed the girl’s nose. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips gently on her daughter’s mouth, parting them, suckling the girl’s bottom lip. Tears were forming in her eyes. You’re not a pedophile! She screamed at herself in her mind, but that fact remained that she had never felt this excited. Evelyn leaned back and looked down at her daughter, able to see the girl’s wide eyes in the light filtering in through the bedroom window. Oh God, this is your little girl. She pleaded with herself, begging herself to stop.

“I love you, Mom.” Alex finally said.

Evelyn fell on her daughter, pressing their lips together. She kissed the girl tenderly, softly. Tentatively she pressed her tongue into her daughter’s mouth and Alex parted her lips, welcoming her mother.

A single tear, all of her frustration, her guilt and shame wrapped up into a tiny droplet of water and salt, dripped from Evelyn’s cheek to her daughter’s.

Alex immediately pulled back and stared up at her mother. “Why are you crying?” she asked.

Evelyn sat up, shaking her head and fighting the torrent behind her eyes. She tried to speak. She wanted to tell the little girl to run, save herself, go back to her bed and hide from the monster that she called mom.

“Please don’t stop,” Alex said, her voice so small.

Evelyn could not stop herself, again she found her lips pressed against her daughter’s. The tears streamed down her cheeks but she would not stop. She stroked her little girl’s belly and chest, the palm of her hand brushed over Alex’s nipples and she felt a shock of electricity run through her.

Alex moaned softly. She loved the way it felt when her mother touched her tiny breasts. She felt warm, safe, and closer to her mother than ever before.

Suddenly Alex broke the kiss and lay looking up at her mother with a smile on her lips. “Are we going to have sex?” she asked, sounding so innocent.

Evelyn considered it carefully. The shame and guilt did nothing to quell how natural and right it felt to let her love for her daughter extend into the physical realm.

“Are you scared?” Evelyn finally managed to ask.

“A little.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” Alex’s answer was so quick, so simple.

It crumbled the few barriers the woman had left. She was falling forward now, out of control. Again she tasted her daughter’s lips.

Evelyn’s hand was shaking, her belly was tight. In all of her life she had never felt such excitement, nor such fear. She rolled the girl’s nipples between her fingers, then moved her hand in small circles around the soft meaty parts of the girl’s chest. The passion she felt for the child was almost too much for her.

Delicately, softly, with all of a mother’s love, Evelyn slid her hand down the girl’s body and over her mound. Her hand encompassed the child’s sex and she pressed her middle finger between the girl’s lips, drawing it up and over her clit.

Alex shivered and closed her eyes. “It didn’t feel like this when I touched it,” she whispered. If the light had been only a little brighter. Evelyn would have been able to see the child blush.

Alex stared into the shadows of the bedroom as her mother kissed down her throat and over her chest. She bit her bottom lip as she felt her nipples sucked into Evelyn’s mouth. A shudder ran through her body when her mother’s tongue swirled around it. She loved how close she felt to her mom. She loved the sensations running through her.

Almost afraid, Evelyn sat up and gently began pulling at her daughter’s pajama bottoms. The girl obliged by lifting her rump. The woman then removed the girl’s top and leaned down to kiss her again.

Alex giggled softly when her mother tongued her belly button. The woman was slowly making her way down the child’s body, coming ever closer to the child’s swollen mound.

Evelyn closed her eyes. Her cheek rested against Alex’s mound. She was about to cross the point of no return, about to step into a world she was frighteningly ready to experience. The woman kissed over the girl’s mound, enjoying how soft and warm it felt. She moved herself between her daughter’s legs and leaned into her sex, shivering when the scent of the child’s excitement reached her.

A gasp escaped Alex’s lips when she felt her mother’s mouth over her sex. Her eyes fluttered and closed and her head fell lazily to the side. Evelyn reached up and slid her index finger into her daughter, curling it and gently tapping the spot just behind the pubic bone. The magic button that she so dearly loved to have stimulated. She suckled the girl’s clit, running her tongue over it.

Alex drew her legs up with a gasp. She had never imagine any sensation like this. What her mother was doing now was far better than what she had felt in the shower. She clenched her little fists on the bed, pulling at the sheets. Her breath began to come quicker, more shallow.

Evelyn pressed her own aching sex into the mattress. She moved her hips until her clit rubbed the bed with each movement she made. Waves of pleasure coursed through her. She was finding it difficult to concentrate on the girl, but somehow managed to keep enough focus.

Alex was rocking, pushing her sex towards her mother’s mouth. She wanted more. Fire seemed to dance on her skin and she could not help but whimper and moan.

The sensation, that feeling of warmth, a spinning ball of heat that she had felt for the first time only that morning, began to build in her belly again. Her behind felt warm and tingly and her clit was hardening.

“Moooommyy!” She squealed, arching her back. She threw her head back and her eyes flew open as an orgasm ripped through her.

Evelyn could take no more. She pushed her sex against the mattress as she suckled hard on her daughter’s clit. Her own orgasm burst from it’s restraints sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She moaned, eliciting a shudder from her daughter as she did.

Both exhausted, both tingling and dizzy, they laid holding one another. “I love you. Mommy,” the girl said as she pressed her head against her mother’s chest.

“You’re not afraid?” Evelyn asked. She was a child molester now and the shame of it overwhelmed her.

“Not with you, Mom.” Alex leaned up and kissed her mother’s cheek.

Alex fell asleep quickly. Evelyn laid next to her little girl, holding her, stroking her, gently rubbing her back. She hated herself for how natural it had felt, but she was finding it increasingly hard to be ashamed of expressing her love to her daughter in such a lovely way.