I turn the cart and start heading toward the back corner of the market, maneuvering around all the shoppers and their baskets. I’m not thinking of my list any more. There’s only one thing on my mind right now, and she’s lovingly regarding me from her seat, looking so innocent, with nothing on under her skirt except the delectable sheen of a fresh cummie.
The store’s getting more crowded now, and I worry about my plan. What if my target isn’t available? I’m so primed right now, I probably want it worse than Bianca did this morning, and look what she did to get it. If I get shut out of my chosen spot, I recklessly imagine myself hoisting my six year old daughter onto the checkout counter, crouching down, throwing her legs over my shoulders, and frenziedly devouring her delectable pussy and asshole right in front of the stunned (and inevitably cute) teenage cashier.
Holy fuck I get so insane when I’m horny! No wonder I was so afraid of myself, so freaked out, after that first time. Back then I thought, surely mothers couldn’t feel this way about their daughters. I’d done some perverted stuff in my life, but incest? That was certainly wrong, that would do damage.
I couldn’t even approach the thought of what had happened on the changing table, of how much I’d liked it, without feeling atrocious. Mothers couldn’t do this, couldn’t feel like this, could they? How could they stand it? It would wreck their children, to be touched like that, to be fondled. Or, let’s face it, masturbated. Otherwise, why was it so forbidden? What would my daughter think of me, now that I’d done those things to her?
My answer came a couple of wretched days later. I was a mess, and Bianca was getting more cranky and emotional by the hour. I chalked it up to my sexual abuse. Afternoon changing time was upon us, another breathless, stiff-necked moment when I tried as best as I could to ignore my daughter’s body while tending to it. Another session of enduring her apprehensive watchfulness, hands up to her shoulders, like she was waiting to see if I would turn back into the monster who had molested her. As I marched her into her room, she kept looking back at me over her shoulder, and when we got in there she stood a bit away from me, by the bed.
“Come on Bon-Bon, get up there,” I told her.
Looking at me intently, she bent and pushed down her sweat pants and trainers, awkwardly stepping out of them and standing to one side, as if proving to me she could do it herself. Then she reached down, took the hem of her little sweatshirt, and peeled it up off over her head, dropping it in a pile on top of the trainers. She stood there naked except for her socks and met my eye again. My breath caught, I felt myself blushing furiously, my panties were instantly soaked.
She crossed past me, close enough that I could smell her sweet body, and climbed up onto the changing table, turning and lying on her back. It was like my daughter was in complete control now, and I obediently took my usual place by the end of the table, looking at her nude body, flustered. I saw the same bright pinkness between her legs I’d seen before. Her tiny nipples were hard. She gently squirmed, getting comfy. I cleared my throat, struggling for composure, and absently reached for a wipe.
Bianca raised her legs and spread them at the same time, tipping her hips up, up. She reached up and held her ankles just above her ruffled white socks, crossing them above her smooth chest. She glanced down between her legs, drawing my gaze to where I was trying so hard to avoid, and I could see her pretty, tiny pussy and butt hole turned up to me, displayed for me. I stared, trembling, my mouth filled with spit. Then, shaking myself, I looked back up to my daughter’s face.
She was looking at me steadily, thoughtfully. She shifted again, and her slit winked open to reveal the glistening softness inside. Her eyebrows lifted candidly, and she asked, “Honey, Momma?”
Any pretension of my resistance dissolved right then. With an almost desperate whine, I closed my hands around her warm, plump thighs, and watched as my own thumbs nearly met at the edges of her dainty slit, and began to caress her, up and down.
“Like that, baby? You want Momma to rub your pretty little bonbon like that? Do you want the lovey touches from Momma, honey? Does that make you feel so pretty?”
Smiling hugely, she cooed and rolled her hips against my teasing fingers in a very unchildlike fashion. I used my thumbs to part her lips and expose the unimaginably sweet blossom of her excited little pussy. She gasped.
“Ohh, you make Momma feel so naughty… So naughty, and so happy touching you honey, Momma likes to see you have the pretty feelings… you want Momma to be naughty to her good little girl, honey, to touch you?”
“Momma touch my honey!” Bianca exclaimed.
I made her say it. I couldn’t contain my elation. Suddenly, I gained a new perspective on her behavior. She wasn’t upset because I’d sexually fondled her – she was upset because I hadn’t done it again! But now Momma was making her happy like before, and she was all peaches and cream. My mind was reeling, I kept thinking, she wants it too! And, it’s love it’s just love she doesn’t know any better it feels just like love… And, I’m a terrible mother but I just can’t help it it’s so strange but it’s so beautiful…
The pad of my right thumb slipped into those parted lips, pressed into the hot, moist softness of her folds, while my left stole lower, into her little butt crack, and nestled against her firm little anus. And as I started moving both thumbs in lulling circles, I looked into the face of my little girl and she looked at me and her face became dreamy and joyous and it seemed like every sensation that I gave her pulsed wetly into her body, raced up her spine, and glittered in her grateful, half-lidded brown eyes.
“Oh yes honey that’s it, that’s Momma’s pretty girl, you like that naughty touching don’t you, yeah let Momma give it to you honey, Momma wants to make her little baby feel sooo good…”
“Nnn not… hmh, not a baby, momma…” she insisted, sighing, as her suspended legs began to gently, rhythmically pump.
“No, honey, you’re a big pretty girl and you know how to play like big girls do, like Momma plays with you, rubbing your naughty pretty places and having big girl feelings, yeah like that honey like that…”
I was amazed by how strong her reactions were, how early her sexual instincts could come into play. I always thought I was a freak, feeling the way I did as a little girl. But I started to think maybe lots of girls were like this, if they were left free to explore. Or maybe it was just something passed along from my genes. Either way, her arousal amplified mine and made me so horny I could only surrender to it.
Bianca’s pussy was slippery as my thumb glided along her buttery folds. I licked my other thumb and returned it to my daughter’s anus, making it slide as smoothly as the other. She wiggled, breathing hard, getting more and more wound up.
“ooo mmm momma ahhh… ohhh bibi, bibi honey momma….”
‘Bibi’ was the word we used for her asshole when she potty trained. Apparently she really enjoyed the sensations I was giving her there. Naughty baby girl, I thought, and gushed about half an orgasm into my panties.
Remembering the taste I’d had before, I lifted my thumb off her increasingly lubricated quim, causing her to whimper in frustration. Much more deliberately than before, I placed the moistened pad of my thumb between my parted lips, and slowly licked Bianca’s wetness off of it while I inhaled. The subtle flavor of her immature pussy blossomed in my mouth. I could sense the tartness of her pee, but more present was a lighter, earthier flavor, almost nutty, and I groaned knowing I was tasting her excitement.
Bianca lifted her head and looked at me almost crossly. She scooched her butt so that I rubbed her pucker more firmly, and spread her legs wider for me, whining, “Honey, honey…”
My daughter’s sexual urgency only turned me on more. Almost mindlessly I pumped a generous amount of baby lotion into my free palm. When I removed my other thumb from her butt hole she looked positively betrayed. But as I slathered my hands together I leaned forward, almost at her eye level, and told her, “Don’t worry honey Momma’s gonna make it all better. I’m gonna give you my special love, honey, something only naughty Mommas give to their pretty, naughty girls. You want that, honey, you want Momma’s special love?”
Her expression was halfway between pleading and demanding. “Uh, uh,” she grunted, flexing her little butt. It was all the response she could manage, and all I needed.
I reached out and closed my warm, oily hands over the silky flesh of her legs. With a firm touch I opened them wide as I squeezed and rubbed until her knees were poised to the side of her chubby hips. I ran my hands up the exposed backs of her thighs, over her butt, thumbs grazing her privates, and out around her hips. Then with both hands flat and covering most of her torso, I caressed my three year old’s soft nude body deeply and thoroughly, tummy and waist, chest and pointy nipples, sides and underarms, shoulders and throat, her beautiful skin sliding beneath my palms and fingertips.
Bianca’s eyes got languid and her head lowered to the table with a long happy sigh. I’d massaged her before, but with her arousal and the sensuality of my touch, the sensations she felt were completely different. Soon she was breathing deep, pumping her hips, gently twisting. Between the lotion and her heat, my little girl’s body seemed to glow.
I watched her reaction avidly, loving the feeling of her writhing under my hands. I glanced down, and just beneath my chin was her excited sex, subtly squirming just like the rest of her. Beneath the clean scent of the lotion, I could smell her. I couldn’t resist any more.
Breathlessly I told her, “Momma loves you, honey,” and then I opened my mouth and covered her smooth, tiny slit.
Bianca gasped sharply when my hot wet tongue wiped her pussy for the first time. My response was almost as strong, the flavor of my daughter’s sweet juicy cunt translating as pleasure in my mouth. Her thighs clamped my cheeks, knees at my ears. I stroked her legs, kept rubbing, kept licking. She kept gasping, her hips jerking with each swipe of my tongue, but soon those gasps were sprinkled with breathy giggles, groans and coos, and her legs relaxed into complete, trusting surrender to the delight she experienced.
We were both joined by bliss. The taste of Bianca was more gratifying than any pussy I’d ever had, and I got a rush with each new little pulse of fluid that emerged from her. She was so tiny that I didn’t have to adjust in order to lick her tender, delectable little asshole. I only had to open my mouth wider. She made new, grunting noises when I ground the tip of my tongue against her anal bud, and I knew she loved it. I let my tongue roam and race over her excited intimate parts, practically drooling on her.
I stroked her gorgeous, plump body all the while, but I got one hand free and brought it under the table, awkwardly unbuttoning my jeans. In my squatting position, out of her sight, I forced them and my panties down to my knees, spread my thighs as best as I could, and sank my fingers into my own swollen pussy. The baby lotion was slick and soothing but I was already plenty wet. It was like I couldn’t masturbate fast enough, strumming and fucking myself in a frenzy of lustful relief.
I started to moan into her pelvis while I lapped at her, and she replied to each one with her own girlish “Ah! Ah! Ah!” It was so hot and so cute, and our combined sounds nearly concealed the slick noises coming from under the table.
With my hand on her tummy I could feel the twitches and shudders my pleasuring tongue was giving her. So when she started to tense up, her back arching, I knew she was close to climax. I drew the flat of my tongue firmly over her yielding quim, probing with the tip until I uncovered the firm hot bead of her little clit. I began to flick it, and she immediately stiffened and her sighs pitched up into piping little cries, unspeakably excited.
I sped up, breathing hard, licking passionately, while down below I was pounding my sloppy pussy, three fingers plunging deep while my palm slapped wetly against my own swollen love button.
Bianca’s legs tightened and her body curled up around my massaging hand as she came into my mouth. I glanced up and saw her pink face scrunched up in an agony of joy. I felt every shiver and spasm in my daughter’s pussy on my tongue. Maybe it was because I was so close, but this time her girl-gasm seemed bigger, more physical. I entertained the thought that it was her Momma’s tongue that had made her cum harder.
That thought made me dizzy, Bianca’s satisfaction left me to concentrate on my own. All I really needed to do was to look at my daughter’s face in the throes of her delicious orgasm, to feel the sensations of my own fevered masturbation, and then imagine what we felt was the same, the same. My own orgasm rushed up and overwhelmed my cunt, my body, all of me, powerfully and with almost no warning.
“Oh honey! Oh honey, oh fuck,” I gasped, found myself panting onto her smooth, sopping, quivering crotch, “uuuuhhn, it’s so good, so nnn! So, so good honey, Momma has the feelings just like her naughty little girl, our pretty pussies, fuck, so naughty honey, so pretty…”
The words just gushed out of me during my climax, uncontrollable, the same way my vaginal fluid squirted against my palm. As those deep, perfect jolts of ecstasy trailed off, so did my babbling.
Through my messy hair, I saw Bianca looking down at my face with the most angelic little smile on her face. In her innocent expression was her contentment, her gratitude for my touch, her amusement at my fervent self-pleasure, and her happiness that I’d found the peak of my own delight.
You might say she was too young to have such a complex response. I’d tell you that our similar nature, and what we’d just shared, left us with a special bond. I know what I saw, and what’s happened since makes me certain that I was right.
I smiled back at her, only mine was an open-mouthed, goofy smile of delirious abandon. The sexual perversion I’d craved all these years, I’d just satisfied with my three year old daughter. And I’d done it because she wanted me to, practically demanded it. It was my most forbidden fantasy coming true right in my own apartment. Our eye contact went on and on, feeding the affection we felt.
Then, out of pure thankfulness, I held her gaze as I lowered my head to her magical little sex and wrapped my lips around her labia in a caressingly tender kiss.
Bianca’s eyes shot open. She squealed, shimmying her hips away from my loving mouth, shivering with sudden screeching giggles, going, “No no no no no no!”
I pulled back a little and chuckled at her supremely ticklish response. Her body settled, but her laughter carried on, more amused now, and as I straightened up and withdrew my dripping hand from between my legs, she started rocking her naked body a little from side to side and happily sing-songing, “Momma Momma Momma…”
I watched her little celebration of our playtime, grinning. I brought my freshly fucked fingers to my nose and lazily sniffed my tangy scent while I reached down with my free hand to stroke Bianca’s supple body. I imagine the scene we made, the nude and ecstatic toddler, and me, standing at the end of the changing table with my pants wrapped around my knees.
That day never left me. It’s on my mind now, even as I shoulder my purse, take Bianca’s coat out of her lap and drape it over my right arm. I’ve got the cart parked near the bulk food canisters against the side wall of the store, near the hallway leading back into the restrooms.
My daughter cranes around to look at that hallway, then back at me with a fresh excitement on her face. She gets it, the naughty scamp.
I crouch down and extend my left arm, “Come on, honey.”
She puts out both her arms and wraps them around my neck, playfully whispering, “Okay, honey.”
I smirk as I lift her from the cart, her boots hooking on the rail until she kicks them free. When she wraps her little legs around my waist, her green tartan dress rides up as she snuggles in. I cup her bare smooth hip in my left hand, her plush little ass resting on my wrist. I feel the heat and wetness of her six-year old puss through the waist of my thin sweater, and I know it’ll leave a spot, but I don’t care anymore.
Maybe it’s just my horniness talking, but it’s clear to me now that what’s happening in this supermarket is just the next step in the incestuous relationship between Bianca and I. There’s something of a pattern to it – I’ll swear there’s some limit to how perverted I’ll let myself become, then Bon-Bon will innocently and adorably express her desire to go past my limit. I’ll waffle for a while, then I’ll imagine how hot it might be, and how beautiful my daughter will look as I pleasure her in a new way, and I’ll be so lust-addled I’ll just give in like the slut that I am.
Continue on to Chapter 5