Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2010 }

There was a promise of spring in the air that Saturday afternoon in late March. The sun shone brightly, causing a slight glare to shimmer from the surface of the freshly flooded neighborhood ice rink. Children of all ages dressed in a wide range of colorful outfits were out taking advantage of the good weather, the younger ones somewhat hesitant as they cautiously tested their shaky skating abilities, while the older, more experienced kids confidently sped around, gliding and zigzagging between the slower children, sometimes coming dangerously close to bumping into one or more of them in their haste to show off their prowess to their friends. Invariably someone would fall onto their knees or rump, then struggle to pull themselves up again before another skater could run into them. Here and there an occasional adult skated alongside children, holding their hands and lending encouragement as their little boy or girl slowly developed the confidence to eventually try to go it alone on the slightly intimidating ice.

Thirty-one year old Marcie Johansen had taken a break from her writing — she was currently working on a new novel for children — to get a bit of exercise that afternoon. She had just finished lacing on her skates when a commotion developed at the end of the rink closest to her.

Quickly looking over, she saw a young girl who had obviously taken a spill, lying on the ice and crying while holding her leg. A sheepish looking older boy of about fourteen, who had apparently knocked her down, was trying to help her up again, but without much success.

Marcie quickly skated over to the group that now surrounded the little girl and knelt down beside her to see how badly she was hurt and what she might do to help the poor kid up onto her skates again. “What happened, sweetie?” Marcie asked her tenderly. “How badly are you hurt? Can I help you back to your feet?”

“He bumped into me and I fell down… and my leg — it hurts,” the little girl sobbed, tears continuing to run down her cheeks causing Marcie’s heart to go out to the sweet child.

“Show me where it hurts, honey,” Marcie urged her as she looked up at the teenage boy with a frown. “You need to be more careful,” she scolded him. “You could really injure someone, speeding around the ice like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled and then turned, seeming eager to skate away and join his friends. “I didn’t hit her hard, really. I don’t think she’s hurt that bad,” he said over his shoulder. And then he was gone.

Marcie looked back at the little girl, who appeared to be about eight years old, and took hold of one of her hands, asking her if she thought she could stand. At that moment, however, another woman arrived in a hurry, spraying powdery bits of ice all over Marcie as she screeched to a stop, pushing her out of the way and quickly leaning down over the child.

“What happened, baby? Are you all right? My God, I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone!” she cried in a panicky voice.

“I’m fine, Mommy. Some boy knocked me over and my knee hurts a bit, but this nice lady came over to help me. I think I can get up if you hold me,” she sniffled.

Between the two of them, Marcie and the girl’s mother were able to pull the little girl back onto her feet so she could test her leg. As other skaters continued to fly by, the two women were able to help the limping child over to the side of the rink where she cautiously sat down on a bench and rested while her mother carefully rolled up the leg of her pants to take a closer look at the injury. Her knee was swollen a bit, but otherwise she seemed undamaged.

“Is it okay with you if I check it out?” Marcie asked. “I’m trained in first aid.”

The girl’s mother nodded, and Marcie carefully proceeded to run her hand gently up the girl’s leg starting at the ankle, marveling at the smooth texture of her skin while gently squeezing until she reached the child’s knee — at which point the little girl winced.

“It’s probably just a bit of a knee sprain,” Marcie offered. “The rest of your leg seems fine, sweetie. Once you get home a little ice should help reduce the swelling, and you’ll be as good as new tomorrow,” she confidently told the girl with a smile as her mother started to roll down her pant leg.

“Thanks for all your help,” the mother said to Marcie. “I’m sorry I pushed you away at first but I thought it might have been you who knocked her over,” she added, apologetically. “I had to leave her by herself for a few minutes to use the washroom and she insisted she’d be fine until I got back. She skates pretty well, but I guess accidents can happen, especially on such a crowded rink as this one is today. By the way, my name is Kat,” she said, holding out her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Kat,” Marcie smiled. “I’m Marcie. And I suppose you’re Kitten, right?” she joked, looking at the little girl, who was now able to manage a giggle, her bright blue eyes beginning to shine in the sunlight as she started to recover from her little mishap.

“How did you know?” she replied, grinning. “That’s what Mommy calls me sometimes. She’s the cat and I’m the kitty. My real name’s Lara, but you can still call me Kitty if you like.”

“Lara is a pretty name for such a pretty girl,” Marcie told her, bringing an even broader smile to the little girl’s face as Marcie reached out her hand to shake Lara’s.

The young girl had a sweet, heart shaped face framed with wavy blonde hair clipped over her dainty ears with pink barrettes. Her lips were full and her cute button nose was adorable, as was the tiny dimple on the point of her chin. Her cheeks were now flushed from the skating she’d been doing and, all in all, she looked to be a perfect picture of radiant health.

“Thank you, Miss Marcie. You really think I’m pretty?” Lara asked, her face flushing even more, her hand still clasped in Marcie’s.

“Of course you are, my dear,” Marcie assured her, glancing over at Kat. “And I’m sure your mom’s told you that, too, hasn’t she?” she added with a smile.

“Well, she’s my mom, so she’s s’posed to say things like that, huh?” the little girl giggled.

“Lara!” Kat sternly exclaimed. “Don’t be so precocious.”

“What’s that mean?” Lara asked her, a puzzled look on her face.

Her mother laughed. “You can look it up in the dictionary when we get home. Oh, and don’t you think you should let go of Marcie’s hand now? You’ve been holding on to it like it’s a lifeline or something.”

“Oops, sorry,” the child blushed, hastily taking her hand back. “I… I didn’t realize.”

Marcie smiled at her. “That’s okay, honey. I was just passing some magic healing energy over to you, so your knee will get better faster,” she told the little girl, winking at her.

“Was that part of your first aid training, too?” Kat asked, with a knowing smile on her face. “Or is that something you just reserve for pretty young girls?” she couldn’t help but add — hoping she wasn’t being too forward, but thinking that she’d sensed a little more than just a good Samaritan interest in her daughter from Marcie.

At the same time, however, she found Marcie to be quite attractive herself. Kat judged her to be a few years younger than she was, with dark, shiny hair and deep brown eyes that were quite appealing.

Kat had been separated from her husband for over four years, the divorce being finalised only months ago, but she hadn’t been the least bit interested in trying to start a relationship with another man. In fact, she’d recently discovered — re-discovered, really, she corrected herself — an attraction to those of her own sex.

As with many young girls, her first sexual awakening and subsequent explorations had been with a much older girl, a college student named Brenda who had been her regular babysitter. Kat often found herself remembering the tender, loving moments they had shared together. They had been neighbors from when Kat was four until Brenda moved away to another city, after she graduated.

Brenda was a lovely but shy teen who never dated, even though she was frequently asked out. People in the area had been puzzled as to why such a beautiful, intelligent girl seemed to have no interest in boys. As it turned out, Brenda was only interested in girls… and her first tentative explorations of lesbian love were with Kat, the little girl she babysat.

Such lovely times they had enjoyed together as their curiosity led them to moments of sweet intimacy, taking their clothes off in the privacy of their bedrooms and playing games of exploration and discovery, exchanging kisses and touching one another. By the time Kat was eleven and Brenda twenty-one, their private play time had progressed to sharing passionate French kisses while they fondled each other to orgasm… or as Kat always thought of it, “super time.”

When Brenda had moved, theirs had been a tearful and heartbreaking farewell, followed initially by frequent letter writing lasting for several months, but after a while this had slowed down as both of them started to develop new friendships and eventually lost touch with each other.

Even after such a long time, however, Kat still experienced an old familiar tingle in her tummy and between her thighs in bed at night as memories of those sweet times with Brenda returned. Now she felt stirrings of new desire as she watched the subtle interplay between her daughter and this attractive stranger, who had taken the time to lend a bit of comfort and encouragement to Lara.

Kat’s reverie was interrupted by Marcie telling them that, since Lara now seemed to be on the mend, she ought to go back on the ice and get the exercise she’d promised herself before once again returning to her work.

Experiencing a momentary pang of disappointment, Kat quickly thanked her once again for her help and, reaching out once more to grasp Marcie’s hand, told the smiling woman that it would be nice to see her again.

“Yeah, Mommy!” exclaimed Lara, tugging at her mother’s coat. “Why don’t we invite her to dinner?” She turned to her new friend. Would you please come, Miss Marcie, please? Then you can check on my leg again,” she pleaded, smiling hopefully. “Or maybe give me more of that magic healing,” she added with a giggle, looking back at her mother. “Can she, Mommy? Can she come home to dinner with us?” the child begged.

Kat shrugged, a little surprised at the bond that seemed to be developing between her daughter and Marcie, but at the same time feeling a slight surge of warmth in her tummy. “Well, honey, that’s up to Marcie. She may be a busy lady, you know. And we don’t know… she might have a husband or a family of her own to look after,” she explained to Lara, her heartbeat accelerating slightly as she turned to look at Marcie for a response.

Marcie smiled and thanked them both for the invitation. “No, I live alone. Just me and my kitten,” she laughed. “Yes, I have a kitty of my own to keep me company. She’s only six months old, but she thinks she owns me.”

Lara giggled. “That’s funny, Mommy. You and Miss Marcie both have kitties.” She turned back to Marcie, grinning hugely. “You can bring your kitty with you if you like, when you come to dinner,” the little girl urged her new friend, eager to convince her to join them.

“I’d better not, sweetie. She’d just make a pest of herself.” Looking over at Kat, she added, “I’m not sure I can make it tonight, though. I’d like to get some skating in this afternoon before it gets too late and then I should really get home and shower, and then get back to work.”

“You have to work on a Saturday night?” Lara pouted, unable to hide her disappointment. “What do you do?”

“Well, I kind of work for myself, by myself, sweetie. I’m a writer, you see, and I’m almost finished with a new novel which is just about to reach the climax — that’s the important part of the story,” she added, in case the young girl didn’t know what she meant by ‘the climax.’ I just have a few more little details to work out in my head, so I thought I’d go skating for a bit of exercise. I know it sounds funny, but I tend to be able to work things out better while I’m skating. So I’ll more than likely be ready with some ideas to put down when I’m finished here. But what about tomorrow, would that work?” she asked, and immediately saw a big smile break out on Lara’s face.

“Yes, yes, that’s perfect, isn’t it Mommy?” Lara asked Kat, almost pleadingly.

“We’d be happy to have you,” her mother responded with a smile. “Could you come, say, around five?”

“That would be great. Thanks again. I’m so glad to have met you both,” Marcie told them, warmed by the happy look on Lara’s face.

The two women exchanged telephone numbers, Kat gave Marcie their address, and it was all settled.

After saying their goodbyes Lara and her mother watched Marcie make her way back on to the ice and skate around for a few minutes, then changed into their boots and left. Lara walked with a slight limp but was already feeling better, especially now that Marcie had agreed to come to visit them.

“She’s really nice, isn’t she Mommy? And I don’t mean just because she told me I’m pretty,” Lara giggled. “But I think she’s pretty, don’t you?” she asked, peering up at her mother.

“Yes, I do,” Kat agreed, already feeling stirrings of excitement over the possibility of getting to know Marcie better. “She’s very pretty. Just like you!” she added with a wink, reaching over to grasp her daughter’s hand. “Come on, kitten,” she laughed. “Let’s get you home and put some ice on that knee.”

*****

Marcie spent the next hour wearing herself out, skating around the rink until she was almost ready to drop. As the afternoon wore on the skaters thinned out a little, giving her more room to move – which was just as well, because she was locked in thought about the final section of her novel, as well as feelings of anticipation for dinner the next day with her new friends, so she wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings. She barely avoided several collisions, earning Marcie glares of annoyance from some of the slower moving skaters. Much to her chagrin, she almost ran into the young boy who had knocked Lara down. That near miss caused her to decide that enough was enough, so she quickly left the ice, took off her skates and started for home.

Relaxing in the shower was her first goal when she reached her apartment and Marcie luxuriated for several minutes in the hot spray of her vibrating showerhead as she soaped her tired body and shampooed her long, dark, wavy hair. After drying herself she slipped into her robe, made herself a strong mug of coffee and returned to her computer with fresh ideas to build into the final chapters of her novel.

Marcie typed furiously for close to an hour, tying up several loose ends she had left dangling before going out to skate — ends that had slowly begun to weave themselves together as she whirled around the ice. And as she finished the next-to-last chapter, finally logging off her computer and preparing for bed, she knew she would sleep well that night.

And sleep well she did, although her dreams throughout the night were an odd combination of characters from her novel blending together with Lara and her mother, and as dreams often do, they flitted from one crazy scenario to another without regard for logic of any kind.

In this one particular dream Lara’s knee had swollen so badly from her fall that it had torn through the material of her pants which Marcie and Kat had furiously pulled off the poor little girl as she lay squirming in pain on the ice, dressed only in pink panties.

The first aid Marcie rendered consisted of firmly rubbing Lara’s mound through her panties with the palm of her hand repeating “This will make it feel better, Kitty,” over and over again until Lara had an immensely powerful orgasm; at which point the swelling of her knee immediately disappeared while at the same time the child’s panties became soaked and transparent, clinging to her smooth vulva like a second skin.

Lara’s mother was so relieved to see the swelling go down that she hugged Marcie whispering “magic powers, magic powers,” into her ear and then kissing her hard on the mouth, pressing their bodies together.

Marcie awakened suddenly with the echo of this phrase still ringing in her ears, trying to hug the now non-existent body of Kat tightly to her.

“Damn, what was that all about?” she muttered to herself, quickly opening her eyes to the reality of daylight streaming into her room through the partially closed blinds. Finding she’d become sexually aroused by the dream she quickly began to caress her already wet pussy, eventually bringing herself off to visions of the soft, smooth skin of Lara’s leg dancing through her mind.

As she came back down to earth, happy thoughts of both completing her novel and the anticipated evening with her new friends — at least one of whom she now realized had aroused her in a somewhat sensual way — flitted through her head. She crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom giggling as she thought to herself, Well, one great climax deserves another, I suppose.

After breakfast, she spent most of the day going over final edits of her novel and preparing the manuscript for submission to her publisher. Then she fed her kitten once more and started getting herself ready for that evening’s dinner with her new friends.

Continue on to Part Two

By Jeneee

At a few minutes after five Marcie knocked on the front door of an impressive looking house in the suburbs — about a twenty minute drive from her downtown apartment – holding a bottle of Shiraz in one hand and a box of chocolate candy in the other. She had parked in the driveway in front of a two car garage next to a late model Lexus, giving her the impression that her new friends seemed to be fairly comfortable, at least financially.

A beaming Kat opened the door and welcomed her into the front hallway as a voice from inside cried out, “Is it her, Mommy? Is Miss Marcie here?” and Lara appeared, running toward them with a big grin on her pretty face.

“Yes, it is you!” she cried, flinging her arms wide as she reached Marcie and throwing them around her waist.

“Well,” Marcie replied, drawing back and looking down at the little girl, “it looks like someone’s knee seems to have healed itself pretty quickly.”

“It was your magic powers that did it!” Lara giggled, looking up adoringly at Marcie’s face.

Kat helped Marcie remove her coat. “We put some ice on it when we got home like you suggested and then again before she went to bed, and when she woke up this morning, the swelling had completely disappeared.”

Marcie’s mind momentarily flashed back to her dream, recalling the delicious sight of Lara’s soaked panties clinging tightly to her smooth vulva. She caught herself blushing when her eyes automatically lowered to the front of the flowing white dress the little girl was now wearing — the hem of which left much of her slim, coltish legs on display — imagining what delights lay underneath…

Snapping herself out of this erotic reverie, she quickly handed the box of candy to Lara and the bottle of wine to her mother.

“A little something for each of you,” she told them, as if these gifts would relieve her conscience of the powerfully erotic thoughts that Lara seemed to generate in her mind. Marcie had known she was a lesbian since her early teens, and had been intimate with more than a few female lovers over the years, but this was the first time that a girl of Lara’s young age had evoked such feelings within her.

“Oh, you brought us presents,” exclaimed Lara, shaking the box Marcie had handed her. “How did you know I love candy?” she squealed, with a delighted smile.

Her mother laughed. “More of her magic powers, honey,” she told her daughter, winking at Marcie, then examining the wine. “This looks wonderful. Shiraz is my favorite,” she grinned. “Thank you so much, Marcie.”

“I think she’s magic all over,” laughed Lara. “She can probably tell us what you’re making for dinner, too, can’t you, Miss Marcie?” she asked, peering over at Marcie with a sly look on her face.

Marcie laughed. “I’m not that good, sweetie. But it sure smells great,” she added, sniffing the air. “And by the way, Lara… you don’t have to call me Miss Marcie, you know. It’s not like I’m your teacher. You can just call me Marcie, okay, hon?”

“Okay, Marcie,” the little girl replied, clearly pleased. “But I wish you were my teacher anyway.”

Kat laughed at her daughter and commented, “You just want to be teacher’s pet, you little devil,” she teased her.” Then, reaching to take Marcie’s hand, she added, “Come on in and make yourself at home,” leading her into a nearby sitting room with Lara following closely behind. “Dinner will be ready in about half an hour… meanwhile, how about I open this bottle of wine you brought so we can have a drink first?”

“Me too, me too,” Lara eagerly chanted to her mom who was reaching for a corkscrew. “Can I have some wine too, Mommy?”

“I’ll get you some juice instead, honey,” Kat laughed.

“But Mommy, you’ve let me have wine before,” Lara pouted. “Why can’t I have some now?”

Looking over at Marcie somewhat guiltily Kat said, as if to explain, “Well, that was a special celebration, sweetheart. That was different.”

“But Mommy, this is a celebration too! Marcie helped fix my leg, so why can’t we celebrate that?”

Marcie smiled. “I won’t feel any less of you, Kat, if you let her have a little sip. So don’t feel you have to stop her on my account. As a matter of fact I have some friends who have wine with their dinner on weekends and include their kids.”

“See, Mommy? She’s not going to tell on you,” Lara chirped gleefully.

“Well, all right then, just a little taste,” Kat agreed, and finished removing the cork from the bottle of Shiraz.

“So… what was the other special celebration?” Marcie asked, curious.

“Oh, when my divorce became final last year,” Kat replied. “It was such a relief to get it all over with that a couple of my girlfriends threw us a small party… and my little Kitty devil over there managed to swipe a glass of Cabernet when nobody was looking.”

Lara giggled. “And it was good, too,” she said, licking her lips as her mother now poured a small portion into a wine glass and set it down on the table beside the couch Lara was settling onto, daintily tucking both legs underneath her. “Just like this is going to be,” she added, picking up the glass and making a big show of taking a sip, holding the stem daintily between her thumb and forefinger.

“That’s not polite, Lara. You should wait for our guest before you start drinking, you little lush,” Kat scolded her. “Anyway, I’d like to propose a toast first,” she added, raising her glass toward Marcie. “Here’s to our new friendship. Welcome to our home, and thanks once again for coming to Lara’s rescue yesterday and making her knee better so quickly.”

“And for your magic powers!” cried Lara, giggling, standing up again and clinking her glass together with her mom’s and Marcie’s.

Lara’s mother sat down next to her little girl while Marcie settled herself in a cozy armchair across from them.

“So, how is your book going? Did yesterday’s skate do what you’d hoped it would?” Kat chirped.

Yeah,” added Lara. “Did you, um, reach your climax okay?”

Marcie nearly choked on her wine at that question and felt a wicked urge to answer, Yes, in more ways than one.

Kat couldn’t help grinning at the double meaning of Marcie’s words. Lara obviously didn’t understand, but from Marcie’s reaction Kat knew it hadn’t escaped her, and she winked at their visitor who, once again found herself blushing.

“Um, yes, the skating really did help yesterday, and the work went really well, thanks for asking. I should finish the book next week,” she told them, a big smile on her face.

“Oh goody, Marcie! When can we read it?” Lara asked excitedly. “Can we buy a copy at the store soon?”

Marcie laughed. “Well, sweetie, it usually takes quite a while for a book to reach the stores. It probably won’t be available until the fall sometime, I’m afraid.” Lara made a long face. “But you won’t have to buy one. I’ll give you a copy myself, and I’ll even autograph it for you if you like.”

Lara squealed in delight. “Oh thank you Marcie! That will be so awesome, won’t it Mommy?” And she jumped up and ran over to their new friend, landing in her lap, throwing her arms around Marcie’s neck and planting a wet kiss on her cheek. Luckily, Marcie had already placed her glass of wine on the end table beside her chair before Lara jumped on her, otherwise there would have been a real mess to clean up.

Once again, however, with the young girl nestled cosily in her lap, Marcie felt that familiar erotic feeling returning, aided in part by the contact now inadvertently made between the soft, smooth skin of the little girl’s thigh and Marcie’s left hand, which had automatically grasped Lara as she’d landed on her. Her flowing white dress had now crept upward revealing her panties – and yes, they were pink.

Just as they were in my dream, Marcie thought to herself, already experiencing a deep throbbing between her legs. How could this be happening? Why is this little girl making me feel so aroused?

Kat was just about to scold her daughter again for being so invasive when Lara surprised both her and their guest by asking, “Marcie, would you please check my knee again? It feels better, but I just want to make sure it’s okay to skate on.” And she stretched her leg up in front of Marcie’s face, which also had the effect of tightening the front of her panties against her vulva, revealing the contours of the child’s sex in all its glory before Marcie’s hungry eyes.

She couldn’t resist staring at this treasure before her, a fact not lost on Kat, who now realized for certain the effect her daughter was having on their new friend… furthermore, she felt herself becoming strangely aroused by the situation.

This is crazy, Kat told herself. This woman is clearly sexually attracted to my little girl — and not only does it not bother me, I’m getting turned on!

Then Kat recalled her own sexual awakening… how sweet and loving Brenda had been to her when she was only nine. Wouldn’t a warm, affectionate woman like Marcie be a wonderful first lover for her little girl?

That’s a weird way of thinking, Kat told herself, but somehow it makes sense. It’s just that… well, I want Marcie myself!

“Please?” Lara, asked again, as Marcie hadn’t yet responded to her request. “Please, can you use your magic powers to make sure my leg is okay?” she almost begged.

Kat smiled at the thought that now it was her daughter who seemed to be using her magic powers at the moment, if she only realized what she was doing – to both of us, she thought.

Suddenly remembering the dinner cooking in the kitchen, she forced herself from the couch, saying, “I’d better go check on the food while you two play nurse and patient. Otherwise we’ll need magic powers to save dinner.” And she left the room, winking at Marcie as she passed by the cozy couple on the armchair.

Once again, Lara gazed lovingly up at Marcie and waggled her leg in front of the older woman again as if to say, Come on, what are you waiting for? Then the little girl sighed contentedly, rested her head back on the arm of the chair and closed her eyes as she felt Marcie’s hands gently grasp her ankle and squeeze.

Slowly, ever so slowly, those wonderful hands worked their way up Lara’s leg, pausing here and there to apply a little more pressure as if to detect any weakness in the muscles of the pretty limb.

“Mmm, that feels so good,” murmured Lara as Marcie’s hands slowly massaged their way toward the young girl’s knee.

Marcie again marveled at the soft, silky-smooth texture of Lara’s skin, almost mesmerized by the erotic act of caressing a beautiful little girl’s leg.

As she reached Lara’s knee and prodded it a little, front and back, there was no wincing from the little girl.

“It seems to have completely healed, Lara.” breathed Marcie, utterly dazed by the intensity of her longing for this gorgeous child.

“Oh, don’t stop,” Lara smiled, her eyes still closed with a blissful expression on her face. “Please, Marcie, keep checking higher, just in case. Pretty please?”

“But…” Marcie started to protest, her eyes now glued on the girl’s prominent mound and the cleft of her slit, now made so obvious by those tightly clinging panties.

“Please check higher, Marcie. It feels so good, what you’re doing,” the child whispered, now trembling slightly, lips parted, an expression of deep longing on her pretty face.

Lara’s slim thighs, and their juncture where they met, were now like a magnet to Marcie and, almost with a will of their own, her hands continued on their slow journey upward, gently stroking the warm, smooth flesh, eliciting even more murmurs and blissful sighs from the young girl, who now started to squirm a little as Marcie’s fingers approached the top of her leg.

This has got to be arousing her, Marcie realized with amazement. And, oh my God it’s so arousing me, she added, now spying a hint of dampness appearing on the front of the little girl’s panties.

Suddenly, “Dinner’s ready, you two. Come and get it,” echoed from the kitchen down the hall, causing both of them to jump, breaking the sensual spell which had overcome them.

“Oooh,” moaned Lara, shifting a little in Marcie’s lap so that her dampening mound made delicious contact with the older woman’s hand. Instead of jerking it away, though, Marcie allowed her hand to linger for the briefest of moments, feeling the heat of the young girl’s vulva penetrating through the now wet material of her panties.

Throwing her arms around Marcie’s neck as she rose to get up, Lara kissed her on the cheek and, as she wiggled her crotch forward, pressing it against the nice older lady’s hand, she whispered, “That’s so nice, Marcie. You make me feel good.”

Unable to resist the hunger she felt, Marcie looked into the girl’s deep blue eyes, smiled, and leaned down to return the kiss, but this time on her sweet lips. “You make me feel good too, sugarpie,” she whispered back to Lara, surprising them both by briefly slipping a finger inside the young girl’s panties to caress her moist slit.

Lara’s eyes opened wide, as did her mouth, and she squirmed deliciously against Marcie’s touch. Then she briefly laid her head on the woman’s shoulder, murmuring quietly, “You really are full of magic.”

“Well, isn’t this a cozy scene,” said Kat, who had peeked into the room from the hallway and seen enough to know what had been keeping Marcie and her little girl. “Didn’t you hear me?” she laughed. “Dinner’s ready. Or aren’t you hungry?”

Lara jumped up, her dress falling back into place, and giggled at her mother. “Yes, yes, we’re hungry!” Seizing Marcie’s hand, she pulled her new friend up from the armchair. “Let’s go eat, Marcie. Wait ’til you see what Mommy’s cooked! You’re gonna love it.”

Kat cast a sideways glance at Marcie as they walked toward the kitchen, wondering to herself if there might be something special on the menu for dessert… a treat enjoyed in the bedroom, rather than at the dinner table.

The meal was delicious. Kat had roasted a plump duck to perfection, serving it with a yummy orange sauce, roast potatoes and yams, along with creamed corn and green peas. With a tangy Caesar salad to start, loaded with anchovies and bacon bits, it was a meal fit for royalty, impressing Marcie to no end considering the quick and dirty pasta dishes she was used to cooking for herself. More wine complemented the meal, and among the three of them they soon managed to empty the bottle and start on another from Kat’s well stocked wine rack.

Marcie noticed how the little girl’s ‘giggle rate’ had increased as the meal wore on, undoubtedly inspired by her libation. The child’s sweet, beautiful face glowed with excitement. Kat was also full of smiles and didn’t seem the least concerned with her daughter’s slightly intoxicated condition.

Several times during the meal the spaghetti strap of Kat’s dress slipped down from her shoulder, baring more of her breasts than was originally intended by the designer. After fixing it a few times, she eventually gave up and left it down. Finally, as she was passing a roll across to her daughter, the nipple of one of Kat’s breasts appeared, at which point Lara crossed her arms in front of her chest and in an almost scolding tone said, “Mommy, your boobie is showing.”

Marcie couldn’t help herself. She laughed outright at the tone of the young girl, quickly joined by Kat, resulting in the other strap of Marcie’s dress to slip from her shoulder, this time exposing both of her breasts.

“Mommeee, now you’re half naked!” Lara shrieked, suddenly jumping up from her chair, scrunching her legs together and holding her crotch. “Ooooh… I gotta go pee,” she announced in a panic. And off she ran.

Still laughing, Kat adjusted her dress a little to conceal her nipples, but not before Marcie got another eyeful. “She’s in a lively mood tonight,” she laughed.

“Yeah,” replied Marcie, “but I think the wine helped a little too, don’t you?” she added, smiling at Kat.

“You really like her, don’t you?” Kat asked Marcie, looking closely into her eyes. “I mean, you really like her.”

Marcie blushed once more, feeling caught in the act. “Well, she is rather… irresistible, and…” she stammered.

“…sexy?” Kat finished for her, raising her eyebrows.

Before Marcie could come up with an appropriate response, as if to put her at ease, Kat quickly pushed back her chair and walked over to her, putting a hand on her new friend’s shoulder. “I don’t mind, you know,” she softly said. “I’ve seen the effect she has on you. I even noticed it at the ice rink when you were tending to her knee, but…” and then she leaned down even more, once again putting her breasts on full display right in front of Marcie, “…you have to take both of us as a package deal.”

Marcie gaped at the woman, her heart racing.

“You see,” Kat continued, “I like you as much as you seem to like Lara, and I just know she adores you. She hasn’t stopped talking about you and your magic powers since we got home yesterday. And I was watching the two of you from the door before dinner when you didn’t come after I called, and…”

“You s-saw? I was, um, checking out her leg for her,” Marcie interrupted, somewhat guiltily.

“Uh huh,” Kat giggled, “right up to the top of her thigh?” She reached out to lightly caress Marcie’s face. “I saw you touching the front of her panties. Were they wet? The way she jumped up and pulled down her dress, and the flushed look on her face… well, let’s just say that I could see what was going on between you two.”

“I d-don’t know what to say… I swear to you, I’ve never done this k-kind of thing before…” Marcie stammered.

Kat continued, as if Marcie hadn’t even spoken. “She does masturbate herself in bed at night, you know. I can hear her little moans sometimes and I sneak to her door for a peek. She really had a go at herself last night, too,” she grinned. “I think this lady she met with magic powers really inspired her.” She winked at Marcie, suddenly reaching down to cup her new friend’s breasts through the front of her dress. Marcie felt her nipples harden beneath Kat’s caress.

“I’m not upset about you being attracted to Lara, you know,” Kat continued. “Thinking of you and her together brought back memories of me when I was young. I had an older babysitter who taught me when I was Lara’s age, and we loved each other dearly. Well, I haven’t lost my desire for female companionship, and I think you and I could, well, you know… be close too. Like this…”

She leaned down to Marcie’s face and kissed her gently on her lips, squeezing the woman’s hard nipples through the material of her dress. Marcie hadn’t worn a bra and Kat’s touch was exquisite. As Marcie found herself respond, the sound of little feet padding on the floor and drawing up beside them reached her ears, and both she and Kat realized Lara had returned to catch them in the act.

“I think Mommy likes you a lot,” Lara told Marcie as the two women hastily pulled apart. “Don’t you, Mommy?” she continued, a big smile on her face. “Well, I do too, so can I kiss you again, Marcie, like we did before?” Without waiting for an answer, she quickly climbed onto Marcie’s lap, straddling her, and threw her arms around the older woman’s neck.

“Talk about competition,” Kat laughed, leaning against the back of the chair as Lara pressed her lips to Marcie’s, almost taking her breath away. Once again, the child’s cute dress had climbed above her slim hips and Marcie, who had automatically grasped the little girl as she jumped on her, now found her hands cupping her tender bottom. Knowing Kat was watching closely, she squeezed the pert globes gently as the little girl continued kissing her, now more earnestly, squirming against Marcie who was rapidly becoming aroused by the little bundle on her lap.

Unable to resist, she slid both hands underneath the material of Lara’s panties and for the first time felt the silky, soft smoothness of her sweet little rump, her fingertips slipping between the two soft mounds to softly probe the young girl’s rosebud.

This new feeling brought a low moan from Lara who pushed down harder against Marcie’s fingers to intensify the new sensations that were overcoming her. Marcie caressed the child’s anal cleft, then her fingers slowly began to travel the short but delicious distance toward the plump lips of her treasure, now wet from the little girl’s arousal.

The feeling of Marcie’s fingers on her pussy caused Lara to moan and throw her head backwards, closing her eyes while squirming even more vigorously to the woman’s touch.

Seizing the opportunity, Kat immediately replaced her daughter’s lips with her own, her tongue probing deeply into Marcie’s mouth as the woman’s fingers continued to explore the moist folds and contours of Lara’s sweet pussy.

“Oh baby,” Kat moaned into Marcie’s mouth, flicking her tongue in and out in between whispers. “Does she feel good to you? Is my baby’s little pussy wet enough for you? Are you fucking her with your fingers? Yeah, do it. Put your finger inside her. Make my baby come.”

Marcie was now more aroused than she’d ever been in her life, but the confines of the chair were not exactly comfortable. “Let’s move this to your bedroom,” she whispered frantically, between kisses. “I want to make love to your little girl. Let me undress her, take her panties off so you can see how wet her pussy is. Watch me lick her sweet little butthole. Let me show Lara all the sexy things her mommy wants me to do to her. God, I’m so hot for her… and you. I want to fuck you both.”

“Oh, yes, please, please,” Kat begged. She stumbled back and grasped Lara’s hand, lifting the child from Marcie’s lap and wrapping both arms around her.

“Mommy, what are you doing? Marcie was making me feel so good,” Lara whimpered.

“We’re going to my bedroom now, sweetie. It’s more comfortable than that old chair.” She turned and led the way through the house,  Marcie close behind, smiling at Lara who was peering over her mother’s shoulder at her to make sure her new grownup friend was coming too.

As they approached the bedroom Marcie suddenly realized what it was that Kat really wanted, even if she didn’t yet know it herself. Well, she decided, it’s up to the lady with the magic powers to do something about that. And Marcie knew exactly what to do.

Kat half-dropped Lara onto the bed where the child sprawled, looking like a seductress waiting for her lover, panties pressed tightly against her mound, the dampness from the little girl’s arousal plainly visible, making them almost transparent.

“You do it for me, Kat,” Marcie demanded, suddenly deciding to take control. “Undress your little girl for me. Take off her dress and pull down her panties.”

Hesitating a moment, Kat looked at Marcie, saying, “But, I thought you…”

“I changed my mind,” Marcie interrupted, closing up behind Kat and squeezing her breasts. “I want you to undress Lara and offer her to me,” she whispered into Kat’s ears, pinching the young mother’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger. “Go on, Kat. Make her mine so you can make me yours. I know how badly you want this.”

She slipped the top of Kat’s dress down, completely baring her breasts once more in front of her daughter. Marcie reached for them, fondling the silky globes, teasing Kat’s nipples to aching stiffness.

Kat groaned as Lara looked on in wonder, feeling more and more excited as she watched her mommy’s titties being played with by their new friend. She automatically reached down to touch herself, the way she sometimes did at night in her bed. It felt better than it ever had before, almost taking her breath away. Mommy and Marcie were both watching her now. She felt naughty in a really fun way, but still a little unsure of what was happening.

“Take her panties off. Show me her precious little treasure,” Marcie murmured in Kat’s ear, trailing a hand down to the young mother’s ass, lifting the hem of her dress to cup the young mother’s pussy, feeling the wet heat that lurked beneath her thong.

“Oh, God!” Kat exclaimed, squirming under Marcie’s grasp — then whimpering in disappointment as that teasing hand went away.

“Do it,” Marcie’s voice sounded in her ear. “Take off her panties. Show me your little girl’s cunt. You want me to see it, don’t you? And so do you. You want to see your little girl naked. Now’s your chance,” she emphasized, pinching Kat’s nipple. “Do it,” she whispered, her wet tongue teasing the soft earlobe.

Lara’s eyes were huge as Mommy reached beneath her dress to gently grasp the waistband of her underpants. “I’m going to take your panties off now, baby,” Kat whispered. “We want to see your cunny. Are you okay with that?”

Lara’s heart raced with excitement. It felt so good knowing that her new special friend Marcie wanted to look at her down there. And Mommy wanted to see, too! “Uh-huh,” she breathed, lifting her bottom to make it easy for Mommy to undress her.

Kat slowly slid her little girl’s pink panties down and off, watching closely as Lara’s beautiful bottom was revealed before her eyes, the plump lips of her pussy squeezed together, shining from the dampness of her arousal. She was transfixed by the sight of Lara’s bare sex.

Kat had seen her daughter naked many times before — even as recently as two days ago, when the child emerged all pink and wet from her morning bath. But now, her view of little Lara’s nudity seemed something more, the very moment charged with eroticism.

As Kat dropped her daughter’s underpants to the floor, Lara parted her thin legs, giving the young mother and Marcie a good look at her cunny. Kat stared, feeling deep emotional stirrings she’d never sensed before… yet in some strange way, they seemed familiar.

“Touch her,” she heard Marcie say. “Make your little girl feel good.”

Lara gasped as Mommy knelt down between her spread legs and began to lightly caress her bare slit, intensifying the feelings that were overcoming the little girl.

“Oh, Mommy, that feels so good,” she moaned, closing her eyes. “Don’t stop.”

“Open it,” Marcie urged, her throaty voice indicative of her arousal. “Open that pretty, juicy little peach. Look inside your daughter’s pussy.”

As Kat obeyed once more, they both saw the full beauty of Lara’s treasure open before them. The delicate pink folds of her labia shone with dew, gleaming and just begging to be tasted. The tiny nubbin of the child’s clitoris peeked out at them from its sheath, demanding attention.

Lara’s eyes were still closed, both hands clasped tightly across her chest which now heaved in anticipation as her body tried to adjust to the lovely new feelings that were beginning to overwhelm her. Playing with herself in bed at night had never felt this good.

“Now taste her,” Marcie commanded. “Lick her sweet pussy. Slide your tongue inside her. Tell me how delicious she is. Go on — do it, Kat. Taste your daughter.”

Marcie gently guided Kat’s head down between her daughter’s legs, watching in awed silence as the young mother’s tongue took its first tentative taste of the delightful dessert before her.

As Kat began to lick her little girl more eagerly, Marcie slid a hand into Kat’s panties and found her pussy — soaking wet with desire, as she knew her own was. But her pleasure would have to wait; this was more important. Slipping two fingers inside the woman, she started to gently fuck Kat, bringing muffled moans from her, inspiring Mommy to go down on her daughter with even greater passion.

Lara squirmed under Kat’s mouth, hands grasping Mommy’s head, arching her back as she basked in the incredible feelings that were spreading through her slender body. She’d thought that her cunny couldn’t feel any better than when her new friend Marcie had touched it, but she had been wrong. Now the little girl cried out in ecstasy as her mother’s tongue continued to drive her higher and higher, rising inside until she thought she might explode.

Suddenly jolts of intense pleasure pulsed through her body. She felt on fire. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even breathe. But it didn’t matter, nothing did. Nothing but the wonderful feelings of love that engulfed her. And the virgin child willingly surrendered herself to the bliss, becoming a part of it. The lady with the magic powers had opened up a whole world, had shown her and Mommy a new kind of love. And with this happy realization she slowly fell into a deep, deep, dreamless sleep.

After watching her sweet little daughter come and then drift into slumber, Kat sensed her own epiphany. It was as if her eyes had been opened to feelings that had been hidden within since her little girl had been born.

Marcie’s fingers were still softly fingering Kat as she turned around to look at her new lover. My other new lover, she told herself.

“You knew, didn’t you,” she whispered. “That I wanted to make love to my child. But how could you? When I didn’t even know myself until now?”

Marcie smiled. “You gave it away when I was touching her pussy back there in the dining room, when you were kissing me, asking me if she felt good, telling me to make your little girl come for you, for us. Remember? That’s when I saw it, deep in your eyes — that you were in love with her.” She reached for Kat’s hand, gave it a tender squeeze. “As we were walking to the bedroom. I decided to get you to take over, to undress your little girl. My hope was that it would make you realize what you really desired. And yes,” she continued, placing a finger over Kat’s lips before she could reply. “You can have your package deal. I want Lara too, you see.”

“You can have her,” Kat sighed happily. “I want to see you both together. God, I’m getting wet again, just thinking about it.”

“I think I fell in love with your little girl when I first touched her beautiful leg at the skating rink.” Marcie grinned sheepishly. “I couldn’t stop thinking about her last night, even while I was finishing my novel. I want to do it all with Lara, to taste and touch every sweet inch of her. But I also love her mommy,” she smiled, leaning down to kiss Kat’s soft, luscious mouth. “So… will you take me along with your daughter?”

Kat spent the next hour answering that question, the two women engaging in passionate lesbian sex beside the slumbering little girl.

*****

It was morning when Lara awakened, finding herself naked in bed, Mommy on one side of her and Marcie on the other. Slowly, the recollection of what had happened the night before unveiled itself.

The child smiled, glowing with pleasure, slipping a hand between her legs to touch herself. Somehow she felt different, but oh, so incredibly good! She reached out to either side, feeling her naked mother and yes, her naked new friend, both still asleep. Grinning mischievously, Lara let one of her hands trail slowly down her mother’s body to the juncture of her thighs while the other caressed the soft globes of Marcie’s buttocks.

Both women awakened with contented murmurs, each rolling slowly onto one side to gaze at the little golden-haired treasure who was nestled between them.

“How is our pretty little girl this morning?” Marcie asked, kissing her on her cheek.

“Did you sleep well, baby?” Kat asked, placing her lips gently on the other cheek while sliding her hand down to cup her daughter’s mound. “And how is your little kitty this morning?” she added with a grin.

“I bet she’s purring happily, isn’t she?” Marcie whispered into Lara’s ear, sliding her hand down to join Kat’s between the child’s legs.

“Oh, Mommy, oh Marcie… it felt so good. What you did — an’ what you’re doing now, too!” She giggled. “What happened after I fell asleep, anyhow?”

“What do you think happened?” Kat asked as Lara crawled out from between them, raising her babyish body into a sitting position and stretching. “Or better still, what do you hope happened?” she added.

Lara looked at each woman in turn with such a serious expression on her pretty face that Marcie once again felt her heart reaching out lovingly to the sweet little girl. “I hope you and Mommy, you know, like, made love too. Did you, Mommy? Did you do to Marcie what you did to me?”

“Oh yes, sweetie, and more,” her mother responded.

“More? There’s more?” Lara asked, excitedly.

“Lots more,” smiled Kat, watching the little girl squirm, as she squeezed her legs together. “But don’t you think you’d better go pee, sweetie? You look like you’re about to burst.”

“Tell me when I get back, promise?” the child pleaded.

The young mother nodded, and as Lara quickly ran from the room, the two women wrapped their arms around each other and kissed hungrily, their newfound passion for each other overwhelming them both.

Marcie ended up staying for a few days, and during that time little Lara learned all there was to know about lesbian lovemaking. The package deal became a reality.

Marcie’s new novel was an artistic and commercial success — so following her book tour, she gave up her apartment and moved in with Kat and Lara. Their little family was now complete.

The End

By Little Alison

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2014 }

Lynn stared at her computer screen in nervous anticipation, her fingers resting lightly on the keyboard, almost afraid to type, and ruin the moment. And this moment was when the sexy young girl she’d been chatting with the last two weeks was going to turn on her webcam and show Lynn her body.

Lynn was almost shaking with excitement and desire. She had her webcam hooked up, but hadn’t let anyone see her…yet.

So many questions went through her head. What if the girl is older than she said? What if the girl didn’t fulfill her expectations? What if it’s a guy? What if what if what if…

She glanced around her room as she heard, via voice chat, her little friend Amy, fumbling around with her cam, trying to get it going.

Lynn thought of how she had gotten here, waiting patiently in her comfy robe. It was just a odd piece of fate that led her to chat with Amy in the first place. She had decided to try internet dating after her marriage ended and the kids moved in with their dad. The men online, she quickly learned, were crude and silly and didn’t appeal to her at all. She started room hopping, just grabbing snippets of conversation from here and there.

Eventually she found herself in rooms with titles like “Moms 4 Moms” and “Div Moms for fun”. The chatting was more free in these rooms and the women listened as well and communicated. (She quickly learned the difference between the real women and the guys posing as women. Screen names with cars or aggressive animals were the tipoff.)

Masturbating while chatting with other women followed quickly, as Lynn was and always had been very sexual. She would pleasure herself while reading stories and chatting to women as sexual as she was. She hesitated at phone sex, but once she crossed that bridge, she grew to love it and found it almost essential to coming.

One phone lover turned her on to some videos featuring younger looking girls. Lynn had never thought of young girls like that, but she let her fantasies run wild and found herself devouring stories about young girls and engaging in ageplay online.

She had never orgasmed as powerfully as she did the first time a woman called her “Mommy,” during phone sex. She bucked and thrashed and almost fell out of her bed. Soon most of her fantasies revolved around being a ‘mommy’ who licked and fucked her little girl. And ‘little girl’ was becoming the key. She became fascinated by receiving pictures of young girls in sexual situations and found she was almost needing to see them sometimes.

It was while Lynn was in a room she created, “Mommy duz vyf ” when she first got a message from Amy.

It was like any other conversation she had in one of her rooms, but this one felt more urgent, almost too much so.

Amybunnie: Hi Mommy lynn 12f

MommyLynn: Hello little Bunny–36f… you are a young one aren’t you? Lynn often received messages where the woman claimed to be young, so it didn’t throw her that Amy said she was 12. Probably 40, thought Lynn.

Amybunnie: do you need a playmate

MommyLynn: A 12 year old playmate, hmmmm… sounds like it could be fun

Amybunnie: 🙂

MommyLynn: As long as you like it when Mommy comes to you at night and caresses your little legs in your bed.

Amybunnie: Oh yes Mommy, your hands feel so nice on my legs.

MommyLynn: my fingers creeping up your thighs, slowly spreading them apart… what kind of panties are you wearing for Mommy, Amy?

Amybunnie: I have on the lacy blue ones that Mommy bought for me. There’s already a wet spot on them Mommy

MommyLynn: mmm, you know what Mommy likes don’t you? I use my fingers to caress you through your panties, feeling how warm and wet your pussy is for me.

Amybunnie: Oh yes Mommy, so slick for you. you make me feel so good.

MommyLynn: leaning forward, I press my tongue onto the panties, pushing them to your warm pussy, tasting you.

Amybunnie: Oh God Mommy, I want that so much….do you skype?

MommyLynn: You want Mommy to hear you Amy?

Lynn was happy she wouldn’t have to type anymore, and could just concentrate on pleasing herself and hearing her new playmate pretend to be 12. She spread her legs and slowly traced her already wet lips with the fingers on her left hand, getting herself more aroused by her own teasing.

Quickly Amy sent Lynn the link, and soon Lynn heard the soft voice that made her skin tingle.

“Mommy, can you hear me okay?” Amy really did sound young, thought Lynn.

“Yes Amy, I can hear you fine, you sound very sexy. How old are you again?” Lynn just wanted to check.

Lynn heard giggling, “I’m 12 Mommy, just like I told you. Is that okay, do you still want to play with your little girl?” Amy’s voice had some pleading in it. And Lynn was now sure that Amy really was 12 years old.

She paused. And though she paused, she noticed that she was still running her fingers along her wet lips, still sliding along her own clit and seemed almost wetter than she’d ever been. Her head was telling her to be careful, but her body really wanted to play with this obviously real 12-year-old girl.

“Mommy would love to play with you baby,” Lynn typed slowly, deliberately, “are you alone today? Not going to get into trouble?” Lynn’s heart was pounding harder as she chatted, her fingers moving faster on her pussy, inserting and pulling out a finger to increase her pleasure.

“My mom and sister went shopping, so I have an hour or so and am so horny and want my mommy to fuck me. Will you fuck me Mommy?” Amy was breathing hard, obviously rubbing herself as well.

“Yes baby, Mommy will do everything to you.” Lynn grabbed a small vibrator from a side table, “Tell Mommy what you’re doing now… tell Mommy how you please your little pussy.” Lynn slipped the tip of the vibe into her well lubricated pussy… slowly.

“I have my legs spread for you, Mommy… I’m so wet and I’m rubbing my pussy just like you showed me to. Oh fuck Mommy, this feels so good. You want to hear it, Mommy?”

Lynn answered quickly, “Yes baby, let Mommy hear how wet your sweet pussy is.”

There was a fumbling noise then Lynn heard the unmistakeable sounds of Amy’s fingers furiously rubbing her wet pussy. Lynn turned her vibrator on and pressed it deeper into herself as she listened to Amy rubbing faster.

“That’s so good Amy, you are so hot. Mommy is fucking her own pussy for you. I wish you could see how wet you get Mommy.”

“Mommy, I want you here.”

“Amy, if I was there I’d spread those warm wet lips of yours, move my tongue up and down on your pussy, flick your hard little clit fast and hard… would you like that?” Lynn was pumping the vibe in and out fast now, she wasn’t sure how long before she exploded. She was already dripping her juices down her thighs and onto her computer chair.

“Mommy, yes, yes Mommy… I’m so close, Mommy…”

“As I licked your little clit I’d press a finger into you, letting your young pussy grip it as I pushed deeper into your body… all the while tasting your juices.” Lynn pressed the vibe against her own clit, feeling the tell tale signs of mini-orgasms roll through her body, presaging one of her massive messy wet cums.

“Oh yes Mommy… I’m gonna… ahhhhhhhhhhhh” Amy was almost screaming as she came. Lynn heard the moans and sighs and breathing that accompany an unrestrained orgasm. Amy kept going and going, so loud and trying to speak, but not making any coherent sentences.

Lynn pinched and pulled one of her nipples as she pressed the vibe firmly to her engorged clit. “Oh fuck Amy . . .” As if shocked, Lynn bounced and moved and rocked in her computer chair, her hand, though weak with the spreading super-orgasm, keeping the vibe firmly in place. Every moment seemed to bring her a higher level of orgasm and she didn’t even care that she was being very loud.

In the middle of her thrashing about, she heard Amy encourage her, “Mommy, come for me, come and let me taste it.”

Her chair was soaked and her nipple sore by the time she came down from the incredible orgasm. Lynn slowly caressed her chest, stomach and outer lips as she tried to recover, avoiding her clit, as it was far too sensitive.

The next few minutes of chat was filled with heavy breathing, repeated “Oh my god”s, and affirmations of how great it was. Finally Amy managed a full sentence.

“Mommy,” she began, still slightly breathless, “I have to go. My mom will be home soon and I have to get my homework done or she’ll be mad.”

Shit, thought Lynn, she totally forgot Amy actually had a real mom and real life other than just being a lovely plaything! Again, a bit of uncertainty crept into her mind about playing with her. But quickly it was overshadowed by the recent memory of their fun.

“Amy, that was fantastic. You go and do what you have to and don’t get into trouble… unless it’s with me.” Lynn and Amy both laughed.

“I want to do this a lot.” Amy said, impishly.

“Me too, Amy,” Lynn responded, “every day works for me.”

They both laughed and said their goodbyes.

Amy, to Lynn’s astonishment, kept showing up online and they played at least every other day, with Amy and Lynn playing out every fantasy they could think of.

Then came the day that Amy suggested they video chat. And that had Lynn nervous all over again. Nervous but excited.

The screen went from black to a picture and Lynn finally got a view of what Amy looked like.

“Oh my,” Lynn sighed, “Amy, you’re… gorgeous…”

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Little Alison

Amy and her body filled the screen, and Lynn stared, just taking it all in.

Amy’s slight voice perked up, “Can you see me Mommy? Can you see me ready for you?”

Lynn stared at the screen before answering. She hadn’t turned on her cam yet, so Amy couldn’t see that she was leaning forward, her mouth open as she took in Amy’s body.

Lynn watched with rapt attention.

Amy had pale smooth skin, and for a 12-year-old her breasts were almost a full A cup, with her areolas a soft pink, topped with small, yet unmistakably hard, nipples. Her hair was a darker brunette that Lynn at first thought was black. It was held back on her right side with a small butterfly barrette and the left side hung down smoothly just over her temple and cheek. She had a shock of red lipstick on, which highlighted how full they were. Her eyes… oh her eyes! Lynn thought. Even on the webcam Amy’s eyes seemed to sparkle and were wide and gorgeous. The more she moved her head, the more she looked like…

“Amy, honey,” Lynn finally managed to speak, “you are a vision. Mommy can see you fine.”

Amy smiled and seemed to blush a little, her little hands, with sparkly fingernails, slid up her exposed stomach, sliding between her pouty breasts, and then to her hair, where her fingers slid through her hair.

“Mommy, do you like my body? Does it make you happy to see me?”

Lynn was already soaked, her nipples pressing against the fabric of the robe she was wearing. “Amy honey, Mommy would love to just eat you up. In fact you look just like…” Lynn paused, and a pang of worry went through her as she thought. Damn, she thought, she looks almost like my niece Jessica. It could almost BE her. But, her thoughts continued, Jess is 11 and though she hadn’t seen her in a while, she wouldn’t be like this online, would she? Lynn’s sister was very religious and they all went to church and everyone was always very proper. So this really couldn’t be Jess, right? Even as she thought of this, she remained wet and excited and found herself almost automatically sliding two fingers lazily up and down between her scorching lips.

“What do I look like, Mommy?”

“You look just like every fantasy I’ve ever had.” Lynn responded, receiving a smile and giggle from Amy.

“Can you turn on your cam now, Mommy?” Amy was pulling and gently twisting her hard little nipples as she pleaded.

Lynn reached up to turn on the cam, but then pointed it down, so that she wouldn’t show her face. The pang of fear about it maybe being Jess, as silly as it was, seemed to warrant a little caution, at least for now.

A few seconds went by and there Lynn was, opening her robe on cam for a little girl to see and to masturbate with. For a moment it all seemed unreal to Lynn. The robe sliding behind her in her chair, she ran her hands up and over her breasts, quite proud of their shape, size and fullness. Other parts of me may have faded, Lynn thought, but I’ve always had attractive breasts. She pressed them together and leaned toward the camera, showing Amy.

“Oh, Mommy,” it was Amy’s turn to stare, “they’re so sexy.” She opened her legs and Lynn watched a hand disappear down Amy’s stomach out of sight and heard her breathing quicken.

“Amy honey, are you touching that lovely pussy of yours?” Lynn liked to get feedback from her plaything. Her hand, too, inched its way down, teasing her clit as she enjoyed the show.

“Yes Mommy,” came a soft enraptured reply. Amy’s eyes were glazing over as she moved faster, her breaths louder and she sent the first set of tiny orgasms through Lynn’s body by fingering herself and biting her bottom lip every so slightly. Lynn slid a finger into her sopping pussy, letting the buildup highten and the tiny shocks of orgasm swirl within her.

“Tilt your camera down, honey.” Lynn wanted to come at the same time as Amy and wanted desperately to see the pussy she longed to devour.

“In a swift move, Amy tilted the camera down. Her legs were wide open, one was over the armrest on her chair and she was moving her fingers furiously at her glistening pussy. Lynn was amazed to see such a beautiful perfect pussy, devoid of any hair. The shudders flooded through her again.

“Want to see Mommy’s pussy, baby?” Lynn loved to tease and to get her partner worked up higher and higher.

“Yesss,” came a eager, yet moaned, reply.

Lynn tilted the cam down, and she could see on the screen just how wet she looked. More shudders. “Amy honey, this is where you came from,” Lynn thought she might be pushing it now, but she wanted to be bad, to be naughty, to be a complete slut. “Do you like seeing where you came from? Do you want to lick this pussy and finger Mommy here?”

Amy started to respond, but she started to buck a little and then more and then she was shaking and moaning and her eyes were so wide as she mouthed “fuck” over and over again, sometimes aloud, sometimes silently. “Aahhhhhhhhh, Mommmmy.”

Lynn watched as Amy exploded in orgasm, wetness coating her tiny fingers, dripping on her chair and soaking her thighs.

Amy’s fingers stopped their mad thrashing and pressed to her pussy, holding there as her body kept spasming as if being rocked by some sort of internal earthquake.

Lynn pinched her clit as Amy moaned, bolts of electricity surging through her and setting her skin on fire. She too was filled with the distinct sounds of coming. “Oh yes, fuck me baby, yes, Mommy loves you… fuck yes.” Her fingers pressed deep into her tightening pussy as Amy tilted the camera up to her face. Her flushed cheeks, now-dry looking lips, wild yet satisfying eyes. Lynn pumped in and out quickly as she looked at that angelic and strangely familiar face. She managed one more solid orgasm, draining more fluids from her body and making it feel 20 degrees hotter in her chair.

“Oh, Mommy, that was so…” Amy was panting.

Lynn looked at her fingers, surprised they weren’t pruned, raised them to the camera, and licked her juices off as an astonished Amy, only seeing Lynn’s mouth, stared.

“You get Mommy so hot, baby.” Lynn eventually managed to say, her body spent and mind abuzz, “I just love how you look, you sound and how you enjoy Mommy.”

Amy smiled her little smile, projecting her cuteness easily. “Mommy, I have to go,” she pretended to pout, “my little brother Scott is going to be home soon and my mom wants us to all go to church tonight.”

“You go to church a lot?” Lynn was getting a little uneasy again.

“Mom likes to go all the time… hang on.” Amy got up, and came back, a picture in her hand. “That’s me,” she pointed to herself, all dressed up, “my brother here and my mom, at a church thing.”

As much as her orgasms bounced inside her, panic now shot through her. That picture, was that… ?

“Can you hold the picture closer, Amy honey?”

Amy held it closer. “Oh my god,” Lynn said barely as a whisper, “that’s Tania.”

Amy looked into the camera, “How’d you know my mom’s name was Tania?”

Lynn sat stunned, “Oh, she just looked like a Tania, you know.”

Any laughed and so did Lynn.

But there was no mistaking it, this WAS, or IS my niece! I’m cyber fucking my own niece! Lynn was staring at the wall as all this hit her and when she finally came out of her trance, Amy was saying she had a great time and Lynn found her fingers were once again firmly pushed into her pussy, and soaked.

“Bye, Mommy.”

“Bye, honey”

Lynn switched off her cam, the computer and the table light. She drank the rest of her wine and was aghast.

Not just that she had played with her own niece, but that after finding out, her own body let her know that she liked the idea. Even as she thought her mind found it all very sexy in the taboo way she had become so attracted to.

But what to do? Lynn didn’t have an answer. But maybe it was at the bottom of another bottle of wine. . .

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Little Alison

Lynn worried.

She lay in her bed, worrying.

She had just spent quite a bit of time masturbating and coming over and over with what she now knew was her own niece. She had been avoiding the computer all morning, trying to avoid the inevitable thoughts about right and wrong. So here she was, laying naked in her bed. But still, she thought about Amy.

Visions of Amy’s sexy little body, her legs spread, her fingers rubbing her wet pussy until she exploded. Lynn found her nipples harden and her pussy tingle with excitement at the thoughts. She was aroused by her own niece. And that made her ashamed. And as she lay there being ashamed, she realized she was aroused by being ashamed. Oh how she was excited.

Conflicting feelings swirled through her and she pinched her nipples and rubbed her breasts and fingered herself furiously, wanting to both let loose and control the demons of her desire. Lynn kept her legs together, but open just enough for her fingers to press ehr hard clit and spread her warm juices. Her breathing quickened as she moved her fingers faster, building upon each successive mountain of sexual pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Amy,” Lynn moaned, first quietly, then louder, “fuck Amy, oh fuck… so fucking hot, Amy… OH, AMY… ahhhhhhhhhh.”

Lynn’s body twitched as if hit by a jolt of electricity. Her legs clamped together hard, both stopping her hand from moving on her pussy, and also pressing it tightly to her drenched lips. Lynn smiled. Though she wasn’t sure it was ‘right’, she knew it felt good, and to her, that was enough to make it right.

Getting out of bed, putting on her glasses, Lynn logged onto her email. As she expected, a message from Amy was waiting.

To MommyLynn

From Amybunnie

Mommy, I wanted to write and say how happy you make me. I love how you make me come, just like a good Mommy is supposed to. I wish I could feel your tongue on my wet lips and I could feel your breasts. I have a thing about them…

LOVE THEM lol.

Hope to see you soon

Oh, Mommy, can I see all of you next time? I want to see those lovely mommy eyes looking at me as I come. .;P

Your Amybunnie

Lynn’s hands were moving up and over her chest as she read. Amy was so sexy and perfect for Lynn that she could barely contain herself.

Two questions came to her. Why did Amy, who she knew was her niece and actually named Jessica, call herself Amy? That can wait, Lynn told herself.

Secondly, What to do about how she looked? If she showed Amy her face, Amy would know it was her aunt, and… well, it could end it all. Lynn didn’t want that. Just reading her email got her soaking wet again.

So Lynn decided if she was going to be seen, she had better change her looks. She found her contacts, which she never wore, and ditched her big work glasses. Looking in the mirror, she noticed how her eyes seemed to pop now. Lynn smiled. Next, her hair.

Lynn always had sandy blonde hair, shoulder length with a wonderful natural wave. She went to the store and bought a platinum blonde coloring kit and after coloring and straightening, she found herself looking in the mirror at a younger looking and certainly un-Lynn like visage. With some rouge, some smoky eye shadow and eyeliner, Lynn looked less like a mousy office worker and more like a very hot sexy woman.

Lynn wondered why it took her so long to change. Amy, she told herself, it was Amy that was enough to make her realize how sexy she could be.

That evening Amy logged on and as before they switched on their webcams. Amy was wearing a t-shirt and Lynn was in a loose robe.

Lynn: Hi, honey.

Amy: Hi Mommy… so good to see you. I missed you.

Lynn: Mommy missed you too. See how hard Mommy’s nipples are? (Lynn slowly opened her robe.)

Amy: Mmm, Mommy. Can I suck your nipples, Mommy? I want to do that so much. It would make me come so easy.

Lynn: Mmmm, yes honey, Mommy would love you to suck her hard nipples. Suck them like you did when you were just a baby girl. (Lynn was pulling and pinching her nipples.)

Amy: Oh, Mommy (Amy took off her top, showing her lovely pouting supple breasts, fondling them), can I see your face while you pinch your nipples?

Lynn: Of course, baby.

This was the moment of truth, Lynn reached forward, tilting the camera up and leaning forward. She caught a sight of her face on the screen, smiled slightly. I look good, she thought.

Amy: You’re… you’re so hot! (Amy’s eyes were wide and her mouth hung open as she stared at the screen.)

Lynn: Thank you, honey. (Now or never.) Honey, is Amy your real name? I’m really Lynn. I guess Mommy just wants to know for sure.

Amy: (Amy looked down, then back up) Well, my real name is Jessica. My mom calls me Jess. But ever since I heard that my grandma Lynn’s middle name was Amy, I have gone by that. Hey! my grandma is named Lynn too. I just thought of that! (Amy laughed, Lynn waited.) So is my auntie and this girl at school I know. Lots of Lynns!

Lynn: But only this Lynn is going to fuck you till you explode. Over and over again. (Lynn began to slide a finger between her now wet lips.)

Amy: Yes, please Mommy, you can have anything you want, I need it. (Amy leaned back, showing she had no shorts on, and began to mimic Lynn’s movements.)

Lynn watched intently, even as she rubbed herself faster and faster. She opened her legs, feeling her wetness drip down her thighs, coating part of her ass cheeks and wetting the chair. Amy, her eyes seeming to move in and out of focus as she played, was breathing harder, her chest heaving, small breasts topped with hard nipples rising and falling on Lynn’s large computer screen.

Lynn: Amy, I want you to think of my tongue licking all over your pussy, my finger pressing into your tight little ass, my hand pulling you to my mouth…

Amy began to buck, her body twitched and she was grunting. Her eyes closed and Lynn saw two fingers pressed deep into Amy’s tight little pussy.

Amy was experiencing the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had. Wave after wave moved through her.

Lynn watched as she almost fell off the chair. “Ahhhhhh, fuck…” Amy exclaimed, her perfect 12-year-old body thrashing as she came.

Lynn pushed fingers into herself and rubbed her clit and as she leaned toward her camera, she opened her mouth, ruby lips prominent, and came. A long hard sustained climax that moved from her pussy to her feet and slowly up her back, eventually rebounding and almost burning with pleasure in her pussy.

“Oh, god,” Amy, barely able to speak, whispered, “That was… Mommy, I… oh my god…”

Lynn was able to catch her breath by this time, “Amy, yes. That was incredible. I love your body. I love how you come for Mommy.”

Amy smiled a slightly sweaty and satisfied smile, then quickly looked up and to her right. “Oh, god,” she said in an annoyed tone, “my mom’s home. I’m sorry. Not sure she’d like me fucking myself on cam.” She laughed.

Lynn smiled. “Okay, Amy, I’ll see you soon. I’d love to actually SEE you sometime too.” Lynn leered. “If you were here, I’d never let you out of my room,”

Amy smiled. Then her camera clicked off.

Lynn thought. She sat in a pool of her own pussy juices, energized and happy. She loved playing with her niece, and my god, she wanted more.

A thought came into her head. She knew it wasn’t right, but didn’t care. So far nothing had been ‘right’ and she loved every second of it.

She dialed her phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi sis, it’s me, Lynn.”

“Oh, hi… haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“Yeah, been busy, and I know I should keep in contact more often.”

“I know, Lynn. What’s up? You just caught me walking in the door… Hi, Jess… Just home from another work day.”

“I thought I might drop by for a visit sometime. Like this weekend. You know, just visit for a day or so.” Lynn waited, not sure if Tania would be okay with it or not.

“Oh, Lynn,” Tania was excited, “I think that’d be great. The kids haven’t seen in you in ages and we can catch up.”

“Okay, I’ll be there Friday evening. It’ll be fun.” Lynn hoped it would be far more than that.

“All right, sis, see you then.”

CLICK

Lynn went back to massaging her breasts and dreaming of sex. She smiled. This weekend was going to be fun.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Little Alison

Yes, it was work, Lynn thought. Work that would lead to her… fucking her own niece.

She trembled at that thought. Oh, it was wrong to fuck a family member, but she wanted Amy so badly. She spent most of her day masturbating furiously over thoughts in her head. Thoughts of Amy spread open and waiting. Thoughts of moans echoing in her ears as she licked Amy’s tight little pussy. Lynn could almost see Amy’s sweet face buried between her legs, lapping up her no doubt soaking pussy.

*****

As usual, Amy logged online after getting home from school. She had a message waiting for her.

From: MommyLynn
To: Amybunnie

Amy honey, Mommy misses you so much.

I love how your body looks in your little school girl outfit. Would you like to make Mommy very happy? You know how Mommy loves how naughty you are. Can you take some naughty pictures in your school clothes for Mommy? I’d love to see you flashing your smooth pussy on the bus or in the kitchen with your mother in the background.

Mommy would love to see her little Amybunnie being so naughty.

Love
MommyLynn

As Lynn imagined, the idea not only of taking the pictures, but of doing it FOR Lynn, made Amy instantly excited. She never liked her school outfit, but with the idea that MommyLynn wanted to see her be naughty, Amy became very aroused.

Amy slid her light yellow panties down her smooth legs, already feeling warm and sensing wetness beginning to make its way out.

Tossing the panties aside, she grabbed her phone and went out, eager to please her webcam lover.

*****

Lynn was packing for her adventure when her email started pinging with pics from Amy. A smile crept across Lynn’s face. She knew Amy would do whatever she said, and that knowledge made Lynn tingle inside.

She finished packing and sat down to go through Amy’s pictures, her clothes tossed aside and legs wide.

The first pics were Amy taking pictures of herself in the bathroom mirror. A little tease, showing some chest. Then the next few had Amy with legs wide open, soft perfect looking pussy exposed and Amy’s finger sliding inside. Lynn began to feel warm, her hand lightly caressing her hardening nipples.

Lynn let her fingertip circle her clit as she clicked pic after pic. Amy at the bus stop. Amy with open legs at the library. Amy with her finger in her pussy while a policeman writes a ticket behind her. Lynn was close to coming. Amy’s body and her sexual willingness almost had Lynn dizzy. The last picture sent Lynn over the edge.

In the picture, Amy was sitting on the floor of a bedroom, legs wide open, no panties. Next to her was a younger girl, Lynn estimated 5 years old, blonde hair cascading down her side. The younger girl also had no panties, legs wide open. Each girl had pushed a finger into the other girls’ pussy.

Lynn almost gasped, her fingers moving fast on her now very wet lips. “Amy is fingering another, even younger, girl!” Lynn stared at the screen, focusing on each girl in turn until the wave crests of orgasm would wait no more. “Oh fuck” Lynn said out loud as she convulsed in her computer chair. Her chest was heaving as she kept pleasuring herself, slower now, but still eliciting sharp electric pangs of pleasure with every slight movement.

After what seemed like hours she saw that Amy had signed on. Quickly they both brought their cams up. Amy was still in her school uniform, white button-up shirt slightly creased.

“Hi Amybunnie. You’ve been both a very good, and very naughty girl.” Lynn smiled a wicked, and she hoped, sexual smile.

“I wanted to please you, Mommy. I am going crazy wanting you to take me. I sooo want you to do whatever you want to me.” Amy was unbuttoning her top, her smooth chest coming into view.

“You know Mommy wants that badly, don’t you Amy?” Lynn was letting her fingers glide lightly over her nipples, feeling how they had gotten hard, and showing off for Amy. “If I were there baby, what would you do first?”

Amy’s shirt was tossed away quickly. Her hands were aggressively kneading and pinching her breasts. “Oh mommy, I would lick and touch your big tits… and suck your nipples like I did when I was a baby. I’d love to be your baby girl again… and come with you too.”

Lynn pulled a breast up, bent her head down, her tongue slowly and deliberately snaking out and licking her own hard nipple. “Mmmmm Amy. That feels so good to Mommy. Do you think you could satisfy Mommy?” Lynn was teasing Amy, but also herself. She really wanted to just lean back and slide a few fingers into her pussy, but she wanted to build it up for Amy.

“I would do everything you asked, Mommy. Did you like the pictures I sent? I got so hot. I’m so wet, look…”

Amy tilted the cam down, showing her shiny puffy little lips.

“Looks like you could use Mommy’s tongue, Amy.”

“Please, Mommy, lick my pussy. Taste me. I’m yours. I want to come on your tongue.”

Amy began to finger herself. Her fingertips slid easily between her lips, moving up and down, finding her clit and moving in quick circles. “Oh, Mommy… god, this is so good… fuck!”

Lynn watched as Amy leaned back, eyes closed and grunted and moaned, filling her room with sounds of desire. Lynn followed suit, leaning back and pushing a small white vibrator past her throbbing lips and deep into her twitching pussy.

“Yes Amy, fuck me baby,” Lynn coooed as she enjoyed the heavier breathing coming from her little lover.

“Mommy I’m gonna… I’m gonna… ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH!” Amy leaned forward, her breasts just touching her desk, her mouth open in an “o”, eyes wide as she came. She shook and shuddered and kept looking straight into her cam, letting Lynn witness every delicate moment of her orgasm.

Lynn moved her vibrator, now on high, faster into her pussy. She was so wet the sound filled her ears as she watched Amy. “Amy that’s so…” She didn’t finish the sentence, as she was overtaken by an orgasm so powerful that she was actually having muscle cramps. She bucked forward, to the side and back again. Holding the vibrator to her clit, Lynn moaned with a staccato repetition, body convulsing at intervals. “God, Amy I’m gonna come again… I fucking love this… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Lynn’s hands went to her chest as she gasped for air, she kneaded her full breasts as the bolts of physical emotion surged through her, beginning at her clit and radiating outward, each ripple in her body causing her to skip a breath.

Lynn took a moment before saying anything again. She couldn’t focus. Her muscles were weak. She couldn’t catch her breath. Eventually she looked up to see Amy with two fingers in her mouth, her lips so soft looking, sucking gently on them.

“How does your pussy taste, Amy?” Lynn figured that’s what she was doing.

“Mommy, I wish you could tell. I love it because you love it. I am yours, Mommy.”

“Maybe tonight we can play some more, baby.” Lynn knew she’d be THERE that night, but wanted to see what Amy would say.

“Oh, Mommy, I don’t know,” she looked down and away, looking dejected, “my aunt is coming to visit and I’m not sure I’ll be able to get online while she’s here. She’ll be here in a few hours, I think.”

“Too bad she’s not into hot young girls like you.” Lynn smiled.

Amy laughed, flashing a brilliant and infectious smile. “I haven’t seen her in a few years. She’s probably boring like my mom.”

Like hell I am! Lynn thought.

“Damn, Mom’s home.” Amy grabbed a shirt from the floor. “I’ll see you soon, okay, Mommy?”

“Yes Amy, MommyLynn will see you real soon.”

The webcams went off.

Lynn dressed, grabbed her suitcase, complete with toys, and got in the car. She had a two hour drive and a weekend of fun ahead of her.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Little Alison

Lynn was all packed. One suitcase for clothes, and another for fun things. She smiled to herself, thinking about how this had all come together and how she was on the precipice of such joy.

She sent one last email from MommyLynn to Amybunnie and set off on her two hour drive south.

From: MommyLynn
To: Amybunnie

Honey, I don’t think I can go without you, even if your aunt is there. I think we can still meet. This Mommy needs her little Bunnie. Can you, Amy honey, take a picture of you with your aunt? I want to see what this other Lynn looks like. I hope you are still not wearing any undies after school today. It makes me so wet to think of your lovely little body, just aching to be touched, and just barely hidden under that school skirt.

Love and licks and fingering…
MommyLynn

One item Lynn didn’t put in her trunk was her tablet. It was on the passenger’s seat. It contained saved videos of all her and Amy’s conversations, as well as her extensive collection of ‘special’ videos.

Hopping on the freeway, Lynn looked in the mirror and was happy to see that she didn’t look like “MommyLynn” right now. She wanted to look like the old Lynn when she arrived at her sister’s house. She had her big work glasses on again, her newly blonde hair was pulled back behind her head and in a bun, held with a large and quite ugly scrunchie. She also didn’t put on any makeup, though her skin was still quite nice looking without it. The one thing she DID do that was part of the new naughty Lynn, was to wear a low cut summer dress with no bra. She knew that when her nipples got hard, they were easy to see in this dress, which made her all the more excited.

*****

Amy ran home and opened her email. The message from MommyLynn had her bouncing and jittery. She adored her online mommy and wanted to please her any way, at any time. She wasn’t sure how easy it would be to hop on the video chat with her aunt staying, but just the thought of playing with her lover while her aunt was there… she lifted her skirt and slowly rubbed her fingers over her white cotton panties. Within moments they were soaked through as Amy fantasized about Lynn watching, or better yet, fingering her.

With a quick click, Amy turned on her camera and began recording herself. She saw every bit of detail on her 24-inch LCD screen. She watched her own fingers slide slowly over her wet lips, the slippery liquid of her pussy spreading with each finger movement. She gasped as she watched her two fingers push past her puffy lips and into her aching pussy.

“Oh God, yes,” she sighed, her head rocking back as the pleasure of her own touch filled her. Leaning back, Amy’s fingers soon found a rhythm and she was moving her hips in time with her hand. Faster and faster she pumped her slick wet fingers in and out of her young pussy. Her breathing quickened, her mind started to get light, she felt the waves of orgasm building, sending out foreshocks of excitement.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” Amy said, louder now, “yes Mommy, fuck me Mommy oh God MOOOMMMYYYYY!!”

With one final and deep push of fingers into herself, Amy was pushed over the edge, her orgasm sweeping through her body instantaneously, the extremities of her body tingling and her muscles twitching as she held her hand tightly to her pulsating pussy. Her heaving chest, hard nipples and perspiration on her forehead told of an orgasm that was pent up for too long… almost a full day!

“Honey, what do you want?” Amy heard her mother coming down the hallway, her hand on the doorknob. Damn, she’s home early, thought Amy. She quickly pulled her skirt down, turned off her screen, opened a book and tried to pretend nothing was happening, despite the overpowering smell of freshly fucked pussy in the room.

“Did you call me, hon?” Tania leaned her head in the door.

“Oh,” Amy was flushed, and so didn’t turn around. “I thought I left my book out there and wanted you to get it for me. But…” she held up the book without turning around, “I found it. Thanks.”

“Remember, your Auntie Lynn will be here this afternoon, and we’re all going to have dinner together, so no going out or spending time on Facebook or playing your games. Okay?”

“Okay, Mom, I’ll be here.” Amy said it with the same lack of enthusiasm that she actually felt. If her aunt wasn’t coming, then she’d have more time with MommyLynn, which is really all she wanted. She glanced down and noticed her computer chair was soaked. She smiled to herself. I love being so naughty for my MommyLynn, she thought. Naughty indeed.

*****

Lynn was making good time, the freeway was unusually open and she was in a fantastic mood. She clicked on the tablet and, as she drove, relived her video sessions with Amy. She hooked the tablet to her stereo, letting Amy’s moans and exhortations flow through the huge car speakers, surrounding Lynn with the sounds of a young sexy and sensual girl coming over and over again.

Lynn teased and stroked and rubbed her wet clit as the sounds massaged her ears. Quickening her pace, Lynn felt growing warmth in her body. As each car that drove by glanced and saw a flushed and panting Lynn, she rubbed herself faster, opening her legs as wide as her car would allow, and yet still drive safely.

As she approached her final offramp, she had one eye on the road and the other glued to her tablet, watching a video of her Amy coming loudly. Lynn pushed two fingers into her soaking pussy, deep as she could get them, and let her muscles squeeze and contract. As Lynn’s gaze began to blur she felt her legs stiffen, her stomach tighten and every inch of her excited skin tingle as the first of her well-earned orgasms began to flow through her.

The long offramp afforded her a leisurely and satisfying orgasm. Her body was jerking and her nipples hard enough they seemed to hurt in the best way possible. “Oh fuck, Amy… fuck YESS!” Lynn was screaming in her car. She was having a hard time keeping the car in its lane as a final huge rush of orgasm swept through her. Her head snapping up, heart pounding, temperature rising to what had to be at least 500 degrees and her seat drenched with her juices.

As she came down from her series of orgasms, she gazed at her tablet, showing Amy’s sweet sexy face smiling back at her. Breathing heavily, her dress askew and wearing a post-sex smile, she gazed out the window at the bemused looking motorcycle cop next to her. Lynn gave the cop a polite wave and smile, received one in return, and sped off toward her sister’s house.

*****

Lynn’s silver Jetta cruised to a halt in the driveway. She was almost trembling she was so excited, but didn’t want to show it, too much. She even put on a large, ugly, floppy hat, to further disguise herself from the sex-mad vixen she had become and that Amy knew.

Tania greeted her at the door.

“Lynn, it’s been so long!” Lynn and Tania hugged, Lynn trying not to press her breasts into her sister. No need to make her think anything.

“I know, sis,” Lynn beamed at her little sister, “I should come down more often to visit. It’s so beautiful down here.”

“Come on inside. Jess is here. You haven’t seen her in ages.” Lynn smiled. She knew Jess as Amy. Sexy, sultry Amy. A girl she wanted, no, needed. She followed Tania into the entry way. Amy stood there, white button up shirt, her smooth brunette hair pulled lazily off to her left side, just a hint of pale lipstick and her school skirt. She seemed somehow smaller and more slight in person than on webcam. Lynn liked it. Small sexy and just for her.

“Come and see your auntie!” Tania smiled wide and Lynn followed suit, opening her arms wide. Amy gave a slightly pained smile. A smile of convenience. Lynn pulled her to her body, holding her close and purposefully pressing her large full breasts to Amy’s body. Lynn held Amy tight, feeling her nipples press to the dress fabric and against Amy.

“So good to see you again, honey.” Lynn cooed, silently ogling her little niece.

“Good to see you too, Auntie Lynn,” Amy echoed, “Could I take a picture with you on my phone? I want to post it to Facebook.”

Lynn was happy that Amy was following MommyLynn’s request. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

The two moved close together for a selfie. Lynn smiled brightly and, almost unnoticed, pulled her dress tight to her chest. If the picture was just right, she’d surely have her nipples showing. A tingle of excitement quickly burst through Lynn.

“Thanks.” And Amy was off, skipping down the hallway to her room.

*****

Lynn and Tania sat in the kitchen catching up, all the while Lynn was trying to figure out exactly how to get what she wanted. It was almost 8 PM when the phone rang for Tania.

“Dammit, I have to go in tonight,” Tania sighed. She was always being called in to the hospital these days, or so it seemed to her.

“It’s okay, Tania,” Lynn chirped, “I’m a little tired anyway. I’ll take care of Jess.” She laughed to herself about saying that.

Tania thanked her, and with a flurry of activity, was out the door and off to work.

Lynn padded down the long corridor to her guest room. She knew Amy was holed up in her room after her shower, probably hoping she’d hop online soon. Opening the laptop she also brought, Lynn soon opened up the video Amy made of herself masturbating for the camera. As she watched, Lynn opened her legs wide, gently moved just the tips of her fingers over her trimmed mound and warm outer lips.

“Mmm, yes, baby girl, show Mommy,” Lynn said to herself as she watched Amy masturbate louder and harder. Dipping two fingers past her now-moist pussy lips, Lynn began to slowly pump her pussy, watching Amy edge closer to coming. Lynn loved how passionate Amy was when fingering herself, and how she committed her entire self to the pleasure.

The longer Amy played and louder she got, the more Lynn pumped her own soaking pussy. Fingers pumping in and out while her other hand was squeezing and pinching her extremely hard nipples. The sound of her own wetness squishing as she fingered herself made the passion rise even more for Lynn. Part of her wanted to wait to be with Amy to come, but the rest of her body – the quivering and shaking and trembling part – wanted to explode. Lynn closed her eyes, letting the sounds of Amy coming fill her ears.

Wanting to come with Amy, Lynn quickened her pace, two fingers became three as she pumped faster and with more ferocity. She felt the familiar surge of an orgasm pressing the edges of her body, pulsating from her throbbing pussy to every corner of her being.

“Oh fuck yes…” she moaned out loud, as the initial shocks of orgasm swept through her. She used her free hand to rub her clit quickly and to great effect. Leaning back in her chair, Amy moaning on her laptop, and juices coating her pussy and thighs, Lynn rubbed herself harder and harder.

“Yessss Amy… fuck Mommmmyyyyyy!” Lynn was almost yelling as she exploded, her body bucking hard as the tsunami-like waves pummeled her. Lynn breathed heavily, her chest heaving as she held her fingers inside her pussy, keeping them still and letting each jolt of orgasm shoot through her. Lynn twitched and squirmed and tried to catch her breath as the orgasms piled up. She loved coming for and because of Amy so much that she felt she was almost addicted to it, and her.

After several minutes Lynn’s breathing normalized and she was lazily spreading her pussy juices on her still erect nipples and large areolas. She loved how it felt and loved even more how it seemed so naughty and nasty.

She stared at her laptop, signed on her chat and saw Amy.

Hi honey, how’s my Amy tonight? Lynn wanted to run down the hall and take her, but certainly didn’t want to say that just yet.

Hi Mommy! Amy responded, I have been waiting to see if you’d show up. Did you get the picture I sent you? Of me and my aunt?

Yes baby, I got all your pictures. You are very sexy. And your aunt seems to have forgotten to wear a bra. Lynn smiled.

I know LOL! She has real big boobs too! I could feel them. I took the picture then went to my room and masturbated. Is that bad, Mommy?

If it’s bad baby, then MommyLynn likes you being bad! Lynn was happy her appearance had Amy masturbating.

Would be better if it were you though Mommy 🙁

If it were me honey, Lynn replied, I’d spread your little legs and never stop.

mmmmm Mommy! I would love that! I’m already wet Mommy! Can you get on cam? I want you to see me come. I think my aunt is sleeping, so I won’t be bothered.

Lynn set up the next part of her plan. Maybe, since you like her big boobs, you should go see if she’s awake. Maybe ask her if she has a vibrator you can use. 😉

OMG Mommy! You are so bad! I love it. Do you think it would be OK? She probably doesn’t, but if she does, will you be here to cam with me Mommy?

Amy bunnie, MommyLynn will always be there to cam or cum with you.

OK, I’ll be back in a while.

Amy signed out. Lynn pulled her hair back again, put on her big ugly glasses, a plain print dress and was happy she didn’t look like the sexual dynamo that Amy knew as MommyLynn.

******

Lynn didn’t have to wait long. She heard soft footsteps outside her door. And a pause. A long pause. Amy was trying to decide if she really wanted to go in or not. Lynn banked on her knocking. Which she did.

“Come in.” Lynn was sitting on the edge of the bed, pretending innocence and feeling her nipples harden.

Amy slowly opened the door, her eyes down. Her hair was a little unkempt, which Lynn found sexy as hell. She was wearing a pink tanktop, and white cotton pajama pants that had little bunnies on them.

“Hi Jess, what can I do for you?”

“Umm, hi, Auntie Lynn… I… can I ask you a question?” She lifted her eyes to Lynn as she moved more into the room. Lynn could see how big they were with excitement and caution. They were pools of erotic liquid to Lynn, making her melt just a little inside at their beauty. Damn, she thought, this young girl is gorgeous. Only 12 and absolutely stunning.

“Sure honey, anything.” Lynn patted the bed next to her. Amy sat down.

“I… girls talk and, well, some have sex with boys and… I haven’t!” Amy looked up quickly, as if to emphasize the point, “And some girls, so they can, you know, feel okay, have… ummm, you know, electric… vibrators.”

“Yes, I’m familiar with them.” Lynn was trying to play it cool.

“Oh good, I just wondered, I mean, do you… can you… would it be okay if, if you have one, I could you know, borrow it or something?” Amy’s eyes were as unsure as they were expectant. Lynn could tell she was almost expecting a no.

Lynn feigned an “I don’t know” look. Then leaned back, reached under her pillow, and produced her white vibrator. Amy’s mouth was open in disbelief. “I keep it there for emergencies,” Lynn joked, eliciting a smile and a little laugh from Amy.

“Do you know how to use one, honey?” Lynn handed it to her sexy young niece.

“Yes!” Amy answered, almost too eagerly. “I’ve seen and well, you know, done stuff.”

“Turn it on.” Lynn watched as Amy fiddled with it until it began buzzing. Lynn was becoming quite wet.

Amy smiled and looked at Lynn. “It feels good.” She rubbed the head against her cheek and her arm, testing it. Lynn smiled.

“Test it out a little here, hon, I’ll be back in a sec.” Lynn got up and walked to the little bathroom. She moved quickly and with purpose. All the items she needed were laid out for her. She could hear the buzzing from the bedroom, could hear it moving, and could tell Amy was pressing it to some very fun areas.

Lynn slipped into her high heels, looked into the mirror and pronounced herself ready. As she came out of the bathroom, where Amy could now see her, Lynn said it a cool and sexy tone, “So Amybunnie, do you think you can have some fun with that toy that MommyLynn has given you?”

Amy was stunned. She stared, wide eyed. Lynn was in high heels, her full, yet shapely, legs were clad in thigh high hose, held snug, but not too constricting. Lynn’s full breasts, nipples and luscious areolas on display, were held up by a half cup bra. Black lace presented her breasts forward and the effect was stunning, she thought to herself.

Lynn had her contacts in, vibrant red lipstick, her hair down and swept forward and to her right, just as Amy had seen MommyLynn so many times. Her stomach, though not flat, was tan and, Lynn felt, sultry looking.

She walked slowly, purposefully, toward Amy. Amy still said nothing.

“So Amy,” Lynn cooed, “do you like how MommyLynn’s breasts look?”

Amy started to talk, stopped, started again, “I don’t… it’s just,” she was blinking quickly, “I don’t think I should… ”

Lynn had a momentary pang of fear. Maybe Amy wasn’t going to go for it. Maybe she was all talk. Maybe Lynn was in trouble. Just these thoughts made Lynn hornier than ever. She began to lightly stroke her nipples.

“This is what you want, isn’t it Amy?”

Amy glanced down for a second, as if trying to figure something out.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“What was that, honey?” Lynn knew Amy was hers.

“Yes, MommyLynn,” Amy said louder, looking Lynn directly in the eyes, “I want this so badly, I need it.”

Lynn saw Amy’s little nipples harden.

“Then come here, honey,” Lynn put her hand under a breast, offering it up, “and you can have this.”

Amy moved quickly, standing and pressing her body to Lynn’s. Amy was warm and Lynn was trembling with excitement. Amy’s mouth found Lynn’s breast, her tongue licking the edges of Lynn’s hard nipple, before she sucked it into her mouth, slurping greedily, as if to nurse.

Lynn cradled her head as she felt the jolts of joy emanating from her chest. “That’s it, Amy, you know you love Mommy’s breasts. Suck them like a good girl for Mommy.”

As Amy sucked, Lynn reached down, sliding her hand over Amy’s cotton pajamas. They were so soft and smooth and Lynn’s hand slid easily between Amy’s legs. Amy instinctively widened her legs as Lynn began rubbing her niece and feeling nothing but smooth puffy lips under the pajamas.

Amy was sucking harder, her tongue licking Lynn’s hard nipple. She had one hand around and on Lynn’s lower back, and her other was kneading Lynn’s other breast. Lynn was getting dizzy with the flood of feelings.

Lynn could feel Amy’s lips under the fabric, and she rubbed with more accuracy, making Amy jerk involuntarily. After a few moments, Lynn felt the unmistakable feeling of wetness, and not one to give up when the going was good, she pressed her finger, and cotton material, into Amy’s lips, rubbing against her hard little clit.

“Oh oh oh,” Amy sighed and moaned, her eyes closed, the intensity of feeling building in her.

With a swift and decisive movement, Lynn pulled Amy’s cotton pajamas down, letting them fall to her calves. Amy opened her legs as much as she could and still stay standing. Lynn’s hand slid down and over Amy’s smooth soft mound, slowly caressing Amy’s skin and letting her fingers slide between Amy’s legs and between her warm wet lips.

Amy shuddered, feeling Lynn’s finger sliding into her, pressing into her well lubricated, yet still tight, pussy. “Oh yes, Mommy,” Amy softly moaned, her eyes closed, body tensing and shaking.

Lynn was in heaven. Amy’s body was reacting just the way she wanted to her touch. With gathering intensity, Lynn pushed her finger in and out of Amy’s lovely little pussy. Amy was close now. Her breathing getting deeper, she stopped sucking Lynn’s nipple and was giving in to the pleasure Lynn was providing. Amy was so wet, Lynn could easily hear the squishing of juices around her finger.

“Yes my Amy bunnie,” Lynn said firmly in a sexy voice, “come for Mommy. Come like Mommy’s little slut.”

Amy began to moan louder, her heat ramped up by Lynn’s encouragement. Amy opened her eyes wide, “Oh God… oh… FUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!” Amy was close to collapsing, her mouth open, eyes wide, moans filling the room as Lynn pumped her fast and hard.

Lynn bend down, kissing Amy deeply, passionately, as Amy came over and over, her little body barely able to control itself at Lynn’s touch. Lynn loved how Amy tasted. She loved Amy’s scent, her warmth, her tongue playing with hers. Despite Amy not touching her at this moment, Lynn could feel mini orgasms swelling up in her.

“Lie on the bed, honey.” Lynn whispered, wanting to taste this gorgeous nymph. Amy tossed aside her pajama bottoms and top, clambered onto the bed, opened her legs wide and stared in bliss at Lynn. Lynn kicked off her heels. They looked fantastic on her, but were not comfortable. Lynn crawled up the bed, palms of her hands sliding slowly up the smooth thin legs of her fantasy come true.

Fingertips elicited soft, yet urgent sighs from Amy as Lynn got close enough to Amy’s waiting pussy to breathe hot breath on her. “Oh Mommy,” Amy sighed over and over, in short bursts, “Yes, please yes.” Lynn looked deep into Amy’s eyes, smiled and pressed her open mouth around Amy’s waiting lips. Lynn felt hips being pressed up to her mouth and kept her hands on Amy’s thighs, not letting her close them even an inch.

Slowly Lynn closed her mouth, dragging her lips over Amy’s skin, finally meeting at her hard little girl clit. Lynn looked again at her lover’s pussy, traces of lipstick smeared on her glistening skin. “Amy, MommyLynn needs this so bad…” With a ferocity she didn’t know she had, Lynn began to lick Amy’s pussy. Her tongue darted up and down, pressing into the young girl’s flesh and probing her folds. Moving her hips up, Lynn pressed her tongue deep into Amy’s perfect puckered ass.

“Oh fuck…” Amy moaned, loudly, her ass never having been played with before.

Lynn moved again, pressed her tongue deep into Amy’s tight pussy, feeling it tighten upon this intruder. With a free finger, Lynn entered Amy’s ass again, giving the girl the glorious sensation of both holes being manipulated.

Amy was lost. Her body moving on it’s own. Shards of orgasm flew about her body. “Fuck Mommy, yes, coming… yes, stop… more, oh God!!”

Lynn sucked Amy’s clit, hard. Amy’s head came up from the bed, eyes closed tight, nipples harder than ever, breathing stopped momentarily. Orgasm after orgasm destroyed her as Lynn tasted the sweet nectar, lapping up every drop from her lover.

As Amy slowly came down from bouncing and thrashing, Lynn lightly kissed her inner thighs, tasting the skin, the juices, the sweat, the passion.

Lynn smiled up at Amy. Amy wearily smiled back.

RING RING

Lynn grabbed her phone. It was Tania.

“Hi, sis, what’s up.” Lynn made a big show of wiping the wetness from her lips for Amy.

“Oh, I just wanted to thank you for taking care of Jess.”

“I’ve taken care of Jess, don’t worry.” Lynn laughed a little.

“Glad to hear it. Well, I’m on my way back home again. Guess they didn’t need me like they thought. See you in a few.”

“Okay, Tania, see you.”

Lynn moved up next to Amy, kissed her softly but firmly on the lips. The two women, well, one woman and one girl, kissed softly and with emotion, enjoying every small pressing of skin.

“I guess you know your mom’s coming home.”

“But I want to be here,” Amy complained, softly, “I want to taste you.”

Lynn smiled, “Later honey, later. This mommy has so many things to do with you. And we’re going to do them all.”

Amy beamed. “Okay.” Her smile was radiant.

“Now, off to bed and pretend that I didn’t just fuck your brains out.” Lynn and Amy both laughed.

A quick kiss and Amy was out the door and to her room.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Little Alison

Amy got dressed and padded back down the hallway to her own room, and Lynn just finished putting some clothes on when Tania pulled in the driveway.

“I need a drink,” Tania announced when she opened the door, seeing Lynn, “let’s go out and have some fun, okay?”

Lynn smiled, still tasting Amy on her lips, “Okay, what about Jess?”

“She can have a friend over…” Tania walked past Lynn to Amy’s room. “Honey, me and your aunt are going to go out for a bit, do you want to have one of your friends come over for a sleepover?”

Amy, staring at the TV but not really watching, turned around. “I guess so. I could call Cassie.”

“Oh good, Cassie’s mom is nice.”

Calls were made and before long Cassie arrived, Lynn and Tania were out the door and Amy had devised a plan. Before Cassie arrived, Amy positioned her webcam toward her bed, set it to record and turned the monitor off. She also retrieved a ‘special’ video she had on a flash drive, and plugged it into a slot on her TV. She was quite pleased with herself.

*****

Cassie was two years younger than Amy, only 10, but with a growth spurt just behind her she was almost the same height as Amy. In fact, the only thing that was significantly different, body-wise, was that Cassie’s breasts hadn’t blossomed yet, and were just hints of shapes to come. She had vibrant red hair, offset with pale skin, though not too many freckles. Her eyes had a light and almost sparkly greenness to them and under certain light, they would almost twinkle. Combined with her ready smile and soft full lips, Cassie had all the makings of a future bombshell. Amy thought she was already there.

The two young girls laughed and giggled and talked about school, moms, TV, Facebook. They talked about boys, Amy steering the conversation to kissing. Cassie had practiced kissing before and was unsure. Amy, more than eager to help, offered to continue practicing.

“If you want, Cass,” Amy said, sitting cross-legged on her bed, “we could do some practicing here. It is fun.” Cassie was a little shy, but excited, Amy could tell.

“Sure,” Cassie knelt on the bed in front of Amy, “how do we start?”

“Just close your eyes and relax your lips…” Amy showed her what to do. Cassie did as told and Amy leaned forward, her lips pressing gently, softly, against Cassie’s.

“That’s nice,” Cassie whispered, opening her eyes slightly.

“I like your lips, very sexy” Amy responded.

The two continued, with Amy kissing with more force and the kissing becoming far more animated. Amy could feel her nipples harden and the familiar tingling between her legs. Amy’s hand moved and was on Cassie’s waist, her palm lightly but firmly feeling her friend.

Cassie was momentarily startled by Amy’s tongue on her lips, but quickly follwed suit and soon the two girls had their tongues playing slowly with each other. Cassie was getting very aroused, but she was unsure that she should, so despite her little fingers caressing Amy’s forearm, she broke their kiss.

“That was… really nice,” Cassie stuttered, her face flushed.

“You’re a great kisser,” Amy responded, her body warm all over. Cassie blushed, looking down.

Amy grabbed a brush from the table, “Okay, turn around, let me brush your hair.” Cassie smiled and turned, toward the TV and the computer.

Amy brushed her friend’s hair and they talked some, though Cassie was a little dreamy, still enjoying the aftereffects of the kissing.

“Oh!” Amy started, “I wanted to show you something I found.” Amy leaned over, grabbing her remote, “you remember Tami, Ali’s friend?”

Cassie was looking at her friend, “Yeah.”

“Well, look what I found…” Amy turned on the TV, accessed the flash drive, and started the video.

The camera, pointing toward a bed, showed Tami, 14 years old, blonde, long legs and conveniently, no clothes on. Cassie’s eyes widened. She somewhat knew this older girl, but to see her on a webcam totally naked! She stared. She never thought about it, but Tami’s body was amazing. Long tanned legs, defined hips, breasts that were, to Cassie’s eyes, nearly perfect. She could see Tami’s small areolas and hard nipples.

“Oh, forgot the sound,” Amy adjusted the sound, turning it up to hear every bit of breathing and sighing.

Tami stared into the camera, her fingers gliding over her firm breasts, then kneading them. “Do you like these?” she asked, “I bet you want them, don’t you.”

Amy continued to brush Cassie’s hair as Cassie sat, motionless, in front of the TV.

Tami moved on the screen, pinching her nipples, sucking a finger with her pink lipsticked lips. She then leaned back, opening her legs and showing her lovely pussy. “Mmmm, yes,” Tami moaned, “I’m so fucking wet for you. Tell me you are too. Tell me you’re as fucking wet as I am. Look at my pussy,” encouraging the viewer as she slipped a finger between her wet lips, sliding it up and down.

Cassie started, “Who is she… is it someone…”

“I don’t know who she was sending this to… it’s so hot, though, right?”

“Yeah,” Cassie responded dreamily.

Amy’s brushing went on, with the tines of the brush catching a little in the sleep shirt Cassie wore. “Cass, take this off,” Amy tugged lightly at the arm of Cassie’s top, “it keeps catching on the brush.”

Without a word, Cassie pulled her thin white top off, showing her smooth bone white body. Amy did the same, so both girls would just be in their panties as they watched Tami finger her pussy.

Tami’s moans and encouragements got louder and Amy got bolder. She moved her body right behind Cassie, one breast touching her friend’s back, and her free hand caressing Cassie’s smooth shoulder. She continued to brush Cassie’s hair, a sort of sensual continuum to keep her at ease.

Amy looked over her friend’s shoulder and saw her little girl nipples, nice and hard. Just as she thought they might get. She whispered to her, softly, “God this is so hot, isn’t it?” Her hand sliding around and fingertips lightly touching Cassie’s nipples.

Cassie drew in a deep breath, “oh yes. . .”she sighed, both as an answer to the question and as an auditory response to Amy’s touch.

“She’s so wet. Do you get that wet, Cass?”

“Yes.”

“I’m like that now.” Amy’s lips were pressed to Cassie’s ear. “Look at her fingers… do you do that?”

Cassie moved her head up and down, never taking her eyes off the screen, “Y-y-yeah, sometimes, but… she’s amazing.”

“Let me see.” Amy moved around and looked, seeing a small spot of wetness on Cassie’s panties. Cassie, wide eyed, opened her legs and noticed a larger spot of wetness on Amy.

“We should take these off.” Amy slid her panties down and off, Cassie following her lead.

Moving back behind Cassie, Amy pressed her whole chest against Cassie’s back, wrapping an arm around front and letting her fingers slide down between her legs.

Tami was furiously pushing two fingers in her pussy on the screen and moaning loudly when Amy’s finger finally touched Cassie’s wet, bare pussy lips. “Oh, that feels good,” Cassie said, her body trembling slightly. Amy’s finger spread Cassie’s wetness, her fingertip finding and teasing the tiny hard clit of her friend.

Amy kissed Cassie’s ear, then moved down to her neck, letting her tongue lick the pale warm skin. Cassie was breathing much deeper and was almost panting. She’d never had anyone else touch her before, and now she was almost shaking with new feelings.

“Don’t stop,” Cassie sighed, “oh god, yes.” Her breathing was labored, her eyes closed, her head leaning back, mouth open in ecstasy. Amy had one hand between Cassie’s thin inviting thighs, and the other caressing her barely-there breasts. Amy looked at her computer camera and smiled.

All of a sudden, Cassie jerked, her hips moved, her entire body seemingly moving in all directions at once as she emitted at loud guttural noise. “Oh goddddd,” she managed to eke out, her head dropping forward and hair dangling over her face as her orgasm took control of her body.

Amy kept her fingers on Cassie’s pussy as she came, the wetness coating Amy’s fingers.

Cassie turned her face to Amy, breathing hard, eyes slightly glazed as she stared in both amazement and gratitude toward Amy. “Oh my god, Amy,” Cassie breathed, “that was the best thing ever.”

Amy smiled, and kissed Cassie softly, “You are so sexy when you come, Cassie. I love how you look, sound and…” she moved her fingers to her mouth, “taste.” She made a show of slowly licking the pussy juice from her fingers, watching Cassie’s eyes widen at her friend’s actions.

“Okay, turn around,” Amy prompted her friend, and sit with your legs open, like this.” Amy showed Cassie what to do, exposing her own soaking wet pussy, which Cassie couldn’t help but stare at. Cassie did as told. “Now, I’m going to do this…” Amy put her left leg under Cassie’s right and her right over Cassie’s left. “Now press your pussy to mine. I’ve seen this done, it’s called tribbing.”

Cassie had a confused look on her face but moved her hips closer to Amy’s, watching Amy’s movements and trying to match them. “I don’t see how…” Cassie started to say, then she felt Amy’s soft warm very wet pussy press to hers. Cassie let out a small moan.

“Now, just press into me and move your hips a little,” Amy instructed, her own hips rotating and feeling the small charges flow through her body when her clit was pressed, pushed, or pinched slightly by Cassie’s smooth pussy.

Amy and Cassie soon found a rhythm, moving and pressing to each other, Amy pinching Cassie’s nipples as they both moaned, riding waves of small orgasms, even drowning out the sound of Tami fucking her pussy with a dildo on the TV.

“Oh fuck, Cassie,” Amy was barely able to focus at this point, her body and mind pure sex, “I’m gonna come, oh god come with me, Cass, come on my fucking pussy…” Amy grabbed her friend, pulled her tightly to her and exploded, her juices almost squirting out, soaking Cassie’s already wet pussy. Cassie managed to hold off for another 10 seconds before pushing her hips forward with such force, Amy had a hard time maintaining contact with that 10-year-old pussy. Both girls moaned loud, able to let themselves go, knowing they didn’t have to be quiet and could just let their minds be free.

Both heavily breathing, Amy leaned forward, kissing Cassie deeply. They had shared an experience on such a deep level, Cassie thought, she would never be the same.

Staring into each other’s eyes, they smiled.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Little Alison

Lynn helped her incredibly drunk younger sister out of her car and walked her to the door of the house.

They’d gone out for dinner and drinks, then had some drinks, and then finished up with even more drinks.

Tania was beyond drunk and, though Lynn had nearly as much as Tania, she was still in control. But she remembered how, when they were young, Tania couldn’t hold her alcohol. What was true then stayed true now.

Earlier, amidst the drinks and chit chat, Lynn told Tania she had sworn off men forever.

Tania laughed, “Oh yeah! Maybe I should do that too. All guys are idiots, starting with my ex and going down.” She laughed loudly.

“Well,” Lynn said, “I decided I wasn’t getting enough out of them to make it worth my while. So now, I do other things.” Lynn was leading Tania onward.

“Other things,” Tania gave her sister a long glassy eyed stare, “What other things? Goats? Rocks? What?”

Lynn laughed a little, looked down at her drink, “Tania, you know I’ve always played around a little,” Lynn was actually proud of how she was acting as if she was shy and quiet and unsure about this, “and since swearing off men, I’ve sorta started being with women.” Lynn looked up, giving Tania her ‘big-soulful-eyes’ look.

Tania gave a brief pause, then smiled, taking a sip of her drink. “You mean you only like girls now?”

Lynn laughed inside at the very accurate word “girls.” “Yeah, I only have sex with girls.”

“Huh. So for you, this,” Tania motioned to the drinks and bar, “is like a date.”

“Look, Tania, I just wanted to tell you so that, you know, it isn’t all weird.”

“It’s okay, Lynn. I’m not worried. I don’t put out on the first date. What time is it anyway?”

An hour later, Lynn was shepherding her sister inside the house and down the hall.

Amy, her face buried between Cassie’s smooth white thighs, could hear her mother and Lynn enter the house, and both her and her young lover stared at the door, as if their combined concentration could keep it closed.

“You need to get to bed, young lady.” Lynn mocked Tania, who was staggering a great deal.

“This hasn’t been a bad date, y’know,” Tania slurred.

Lynn laughed, “Just get in bed before you pass out in the hallway, lightweight.”

“Fine, fine. Where’s my goodnight kiss?” Tania leaned forward, puckering her lips.

“What?”

“First date gets a kiss, now come here.” Tania grabbed Lynn by her curvy waist, pulling her forward. Lynn could feel, in an instant, her nipples harden and her senses heighten.

Tania, her eyes barely open, pressed her lips to Lynn’s. She was sloppy, as will happen after drinking, but Lynn felt softness, warmth, a simple slowness in the kiss. It seemed to last an hour, with even an hint of tongue from Tania. Lynn’s hand moved to her sister’s waist and then…

“Okay, baby,” Tania turned to her room laughing, “That’s it on a first date. You’re gonna have to woo me if you want me…” She staggered into her room, closing the door. Lynn could hear her bumping around as she settled in for the night.

Lynn knew that within a few minutes Tania would be passed out in bed. Even in high school, when she drank she would fall into bed and not even an explosion could wake her.

Seeing the light still on in Amy’s room, Lynn knocked softly. She heard sounds of movement and whispering. “Come in.”

Cassie and Amy were in bed, covered by blankets up to their necks and as far apart on Amy’s bed as possible. Lynn smiled at their attempt to hide.

“So, have fun tonight?” Lynn let her finger move up and gently and slowly rub her erect nipple through her blouse.

Amy threw back the covers, exposing her delightful naked body, “Oh Mommy Lynn, I’m so glad you’re here.”

She bounded up, moved across the room lightning-quick and nearly jumped into Lynn’s arms. They found themselves in a deep passionate kiss and embrace in an instant. Lynn could taste Cassie’s juices on Amy’s lips, her hands sliding down and cupping the 12 year old’s perfectly formed ass.

Amy, though having spent the whole night playing and fingering and orgasming with Cassie, found herself soaking wet at the slightest caress from Lynn. Cassie watched the scene, amazed and without even thinking, let her hand slide down and gently rub her warm hairless pussy lips.

Amy’s little arms were wrapped around Lynn’s neck and she raised her legs, wrapping them around Lynn’s generous curves. Lynn could feel the wetness of Amy’s young pussy pressed against her blouse.

“You always make Mommy so happy, baby,” Lynn cooed.

“Mommy, we have been having so much fun,” Amy said, nodding her head toward Cassie. “Wanna see what we did?”

Lynn gave Amy a wry smile, nodding yes.

Amy moved to Cassie, kissing her gently, softly and letting her hand caress the upper thigh of her younger friend. “Cassie, this is my lover, MommyLynn. She’s just so, so…” Amy smiled wide, her hand moving slowly over her own tight stomach, “so perfect.”

“Nice to see Amy has such a luscious little friend, Cassie.” Lynn walked to the bed, unbuttoning her top, exposing her full breasts and achingly hard nipples.

“Thank you Lynn. I didn’t know Amy was… had an older…”

“Call me Mommy if you like, Cassie. I like being Amy’s loving mommy, and would love to be able to be yours, too.” Amy went to her computer as Lynn bent toward Cassie, slowly moving in to kiss the 10 year old.

“Okay, Mommy,” Cassie sighed, moving forward and pressing her full lips to Lynn, who kissed with both a gentleness and ferocity that make Cassie feel comfortable and highly aroused. Lynn’s hand moved instinctively between Cassie’s thighs as the girl leaned back, her legs opening for her new lover.

Amy turned from the computer to see Lynn’s fingers sliding between Cassie’s smooth little girl pussy lips. Cassie’s legs were spread wide now, her tongue playing with Lynn’s as they pressed their mouths and bodies together.

Amy started to play the video she had taken of her and Cassie playing, but was imminintly more interested in Lynn’s finger, which was just then pressing into Cassie’s tight hairless pussy. Cassie moaned out loud as Lynn pressed her finger slowly, ever deeper, into her lovely body.

As she moaned and sighed at the new and fabulous sensations, Lynn licked down her chest, her tongue darting over the 10 year old’s nipples, teasing, sucking, biting.

Lynn looked into the face of the vixen she was fingering and smiled her wicked smile, adoring the life she was leading and happy she was able to indulge her most passionate and depraved desires. Then she felt the zipper on her skirt slide down, and the thin fabric fall to her feet with the slight crackle of static electricity.

Amy ran her hands up and down Lynn’s thighs and ass. She let her tongue slowly explore her mommy-lover’s cheeks. And as Lynn was absorbed in bringing Cassie to orgasm, Amy pressed Lynn’s cheeks apart and began to lick her lover. Amy was in heaven pleasuring Lynn, who let out a short gasp at the initial tonguing, and then sympathetic moans as Amy’s tongue licked and teased its way from Lynn’s puckered ass to her dripping and wanting pussy.

Amy pressed her face forward and hard, tasting every bit she could. Lynn, for her part, arched her back even more, giving Amy a better angle to lick her soaking pussy. Amy rubbed Lynn’s ass, her tiny finger teasing, as she pushed her tongue into Lynn’s willing pussy.

Cassie was moaning loud, her eyes closed, her stomach muscles taut and tense as her body was unable to control the intense feelings that were emanating from her pussy and brain. Lynn worked her way down to Cassie’s pussy, licking over her hairless mound and flicking her tongue quickly and eagerly over her tiny hard clit.

Cassie exploded. Her pussy gripped Lynn’s finger as her body thrashed uncontrollably on the bed. Lynn withdrew her finger and instead licked up the wetness as fast as she could, savoring the juices of this young girl. AS she did so, she pressed her slick finger to Cassie’s mouth, letting her taste her own pussy. Cassie sucked Lynn’s finger quite well, still moaning and convulsing. Her body was electric and she felt she had, after sucking her own juices, become what she had always wanted to be, a girl with no limitations.

Lynn’s eyes were beginning to glaze over just a bit. Amy was licking furiously and the surge of sensations moving through Lynn’s body were increasing with intensity. She knew she would be coming quickly. Knowing this, she turned from the drained Cassie and looked back behind her. “Put your finger in” she said, softly, to Amy. With that, Amy pressed her finger into Lynn’s puckered ass, making Lynn tilt her head back and moan loudly.

Amy was proud of herself for making her mommy moan so much, but she wanted more. She wanted to make her come with a crashing orgasm. She pumped Lynn’s ass with her finger, added a second and pumped more. Her tongue licked more and more and found the perfect spot on Lynn’s clit that made Lynn’s muscle spasm in anticipation.

“Oh fuck, Amy,” Lynn was moaning loudly, “just like that, make Mommy come… make your mommy come like a good slut. Make Mommy…”

She never finished the sentence before she hit her wall. Her body jumped and her legs buckled. She was squeezing Amy’s fingers as her hips moved and juices spread over her pussy, Amy’s tongue, her own thighs. “Fuuuccckkkkk honey…” she managed to squeak out as Amy slowed her licking. Lynn collapsed on the bed. The combination of alcohol and the intensity of the sex had drained her body and she became a limp entity.

She rolled onto her back, panting heavily, motioning to Amy.

“Come here baby, come to Mommy.”

Amy dutifully came, kissing her lover passionately and then softly suckling the erect nipples on Lynn’s full breasts.

“I’m so glad I finally got to taste you, Mommy,” Amy enthused, her fingers lazily drawing circles on Lynn’s stomach.

“Me too, baby,” Lynn replied, “and I’m glad your friend Cassie could make it too.”

“I love you, Mommy,” Amy said dreamily.

“I love you too, honey,” Lynn responded, her heart racing and mind ablaze. She surely DID love Amy. She loved everything about her, especially her age. Lynn stayed wet at the reality that her 12-year-old niece was her lover.

Lynn smiled.

Continue on to Chapter 8