Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Anne240

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in March 2006 }

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Recently, my sexuality has been awakened by a most unlikely circumstance. It took me a long time to come to grips with it, but now I’m completely grateful, and I couldn’t be happier that things turned out the way they did.

I haven’t had a sex life since my daughter’s father walked out on us about thirteen years ago. My daughter Natalie was almost three at the time and I really didn’t have anyone to turn to, so I just carried on, trying to make a good life for the two of us. Unfortunately, that left little or no time for me to seek out a new mate. I seldom even thought about sex much during that time. Looking back, I don’t know how I managed to live with no outlet for pleasure other than masturbation, but I guess there were just too many other things to deal with.

Now that I’m pushing forty I’ve finally found out who I truly am, with the help of the most important person in my life.

My daughter Natalie is now seventeen, and quite a beautiful girl. She was always a bit shy and inward, so most people didn’t notice it. When she was in high school, she spent most of her time with a book rather than worrying about being popular, which for a single mom was a dream come true.

She had just a few close friends, and I knew them and their families very well. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that I knew everything my daughter did, but I knew she was a good kid, and that if she had doubts or questions about anything, she would come to me without hesitation.

Over the years, I’d heard some talk about boys between her and her friends, but I never met anyone she called a boyfriend. We’d talked about sex, so I knew she was well informed. I just figured that she was too shy. I couldn’t believe, even when I saw it with my own two eyes, what she was keeping from me.

One night, a few weeks after her sixteenth birthday, Natalie told me that she was going to her friend Michelle’s house to watch some movies. She was gone about an hour when I noticed that she left her cell phone behind, and I figured she wouldn’t want to be without it. I was on my way out to have some dinner with a friend from work, and figured I’d drop it off to her.

I walked up to the door and was about to ring the bell when something inside caught my attention through the bay window. The experience was surreal as I slowly leaned forward to peer into the big picture window. There, on the living room couch was my daughter Natalie, her friend Michelle, and of all people, Carolyn, Michelle’s mother, all completely naked.

My daughter was lying on her back with one leg on the floor and one on the back of the couch. Michelle was kneeling next to Natalie, licking her breasts and masturbating, while Carolyn lay between my daughter’s open legs, licking at her pussy.

Then I saw something that shocked me even more, if such a thing was possible. Carolyn raised her face from Natalie’s sex, her mouth glistening. She said a few words to Michelle, who turned toward her — and I felt my heart skip a beat as Carolyn kissed her own daughter. Passionately. Their tongues mingled as they shared the taste of my Natalie.

I suddenly found myself back at home, sitting on my own couch. I felt cold and it was difficult to breathe. I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten here. I almost thought that I had somehow fallen asleep and dreamed the whole thing, that is, until I realized I was still clutching Natalie’s cell phone.

I couldn’t believe what I had seen. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t seem real. I had so many feelings and thoughts running through me all at once, and I felt as if I was going to explode. Mostly anger. Anger towards Carolyn. How could she do that with my daughter? With her own daughter? What kind of sexual deviant was she to allow this… to have lesbian sex with such young girls? Carolyn was two years older than me! What kind of mother couples with her own children?

And then there was Natalie. How could she do this to me? How could she lie to me? What was she thinking? How could she allow herself to be a victim to this? She was smarter than that.

As mad as I was at them and the situation, I was angriest at myself. Mostly because I felt that I should have known about this. And for some reason that I could not define, I was also hurt… jealous, even. I wouldn’t admit that at the time, not even to myself, but I knew it was there. I was hurt for the same reasons I was angry. Why Carolyn? Why not me? As sick as I thought that feeling was at the time, it was still there, and it made me angry.

Days went by, and I’d barely spoken to my daughter any more than I had to. She’d ask me what was wrong, but I’d just walk away. I couldn’t look at her without being overwhelmed with anger and hurt. I’m sure she knew it was something she’d done, but probably couldn’t imagine what that could be. I’m sure she wouldn’t even think that I knew about her little secret. Eventually she just stopped asking me what was wrong, but I could tell she was hurt by how I was acting towards her. I’m not proud of it, but I was glad.

It was about a week after the “incident,” and I was home alone. My daughter had gone over to Michelle’s. I wanted to forbid it with every fiber of my being, but couldn’t. I would have had no reason. I still hadn’t decided how I was going to deal with all this.

My stomach burned as I sat there, just imagining what was happening… visualizing my daughter engaged in lesbian sex with Michelle and her mother. As the images played in my head, I got more and more upset. I focused on the thought of Natalie wrapped in her incestuous lesbian threesome, and after some time I began to feel something besides anger.

My stomach felt trembly, and the clearer the images came to me, the wetter it got between my legs. I was actually getting excited. I hadn’t had that feeling in so long that I’d practically forgotten what it felt like. At first I was upset at myself for allowing this situation to make me feel this way, but I was tired of being angry. I was tired of crying and feeling hurt. I began to justify my feelings, and before I knew it, I just let them take over.

The next thing I knew I was naked and lying flat on my back, slowly giving myself my first orgasm in years. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over my body as I fingered my pussy, all the while imagining my daughter having sex with Michelle and Carolyn.

I was enjoying my newfound liberation, regardless of what circumstances brought me there, and soon after, I pulled a knitted blanket over myself and fell asleep right there.

Natalie knelt down beside the couch where I was. It was dark. I could barely make out her silhouette, even though she was just inches away.

“Mom? You awake? Are you naked? Where are your clothes?”

My blanket was just barely covering me, making it obvious that I was nude. I re-adjusted it and looked my daughter in the eyes.

“I took them off.” I still had a trace of anger in my voice.

“Oh. Well, I’m home.”

“I can see that.”

She didn’t say anything, and we were both silent for a moment. I don’t know why, but I just blurted it out.

“How long have you been having sex with Michelle and her mother?”

I could practically hear her stiffen. “What…”

“Don’t lie to me. I saw you.”

“I…” She fell silent, and I could hear her start to cry. “Is… is that what you’ve been so angry about?”

“Yes. How long have you been lying to me?”

“Mom… I’m sorry…”

Her head fell on my shoulder, and I could feel her tears on my skin. I moved my arm and lifted up her head.  “Tell me how long!”

“I… I don’t know. It only happened a few times. I’m sorry!”

“Did you do it tonight?”

Natalie didn’t answer.

“DID YOU?”

“Yes.”

“How did it happen? I want the truth.”

“The night after my birthday – when I slept over – she told me it was my present, and she started to kiss me. I didn’t want to do it at first, I swear, but she did and I couldn’t stop her. It started to feel good and… I don’t know, all of a sudden I wanted to.”

“Then what?”

“Then we just did it, I guess.”

“What about Carolyn?”

“I don’t know… I was over at Michelle’s, and we were in bed together, then all of a sudden she was there, and Michelle was kissing her. I was weirded out at first, but they both kept telling me it was okay… and I guess I got kind of excited, and ended up, um, joining in.”

I was silent, not really knowing how to respond.

“I’m sorry Mom, really. I knew it was wrong, but I never felt anything like that before. I’ll never do it again, I promise. I’m sorry, really I am. I’ll be good from now on…”

She was crying piteously. I drew her head back to my shoulder, taking my baby girl into my arms. “It’s okay, sweetheart, It’s okay.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this when it happened?”

“I c-couldn’t. I didn’t know how. I was afraid that you… you’d think I was sick and perverted.”

“Did you like it?”

“What?”

“The sex. Did you like it?”

She didn’t answer.

“That’s why you couldn’t tell me. You knew it was wrong, but you liked it anyway.”

She cried even harder. “Oh, Mom.”

I didn’t say a word. I rolled myself toward Natalie and lifted her face, kissing her quickly on the lips.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad anymore. I was at first. I was angry that you didn’t tell me about it, but I understand now why you couldn’t, and I know that you wanted to and I’m happy about that.”

“I really did want to tell you, I swear… I just…”

“I know. It’s okay.” I sat up slightly, holding the blanket over my breasts. “It’s late, why don’t we both get some sleep.”

Natalie hugged me, and slowly headed off to her room. I felt much better now that I had my daughter back. I stood up, holding the blanket around me and went to my room. I didn’t bothered to put anything on, just slipped naked under the covers.

I was lying awake for a few minutes, thinking about my relationship with my daughter and our newfound openness. My hand mindlessly wandered between my legs, and my thoughts turned once again to what I had seen through the window that night. I pictured my daughter, completely naked with Carolyn’s head between her legs. I imagined what it must have felt like. How wonderful a soft warm tongue would feel on my pussy… it had been so long!

Then I began to imagine that it was me between my daughter’s legs, and her between mine. I couldn’t believe what I was thinking. Just days ago this fantasy would never have crossed my mind, and if it had, it would have repulsed me to no end, but now, I couldn’t fight it. I craved it. The thought fueled my excitement, and I was quickly headed to a powerful orgasm.

Suddenly Natalie was standing in my doorway, knocking on my door frame. “Mom, you asleep yet?”

Fortunately, I was under the covers, and she wouldn’t have known what I was up to. Still, I couldn’t help feeling like I was a young girl exploring my body, and my own mother had walked in on me.

“Almost, but not yet.”

She walked over to the bed, and I quickly pulled my hands out from under the covers. “Are you okay, Mom?”

“Fine. It’s just warm in here. What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

She quickly pulled the covers back and slipped in next to me. Something that wasn’t uncommon when she was little, but she hadn’t slept in my bed for years.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

I wanted to object, but it was too late. She quickly moved next to me, and realized I was still naked. She jumped back and I could tell she was embarrassed, and now, so was I.

“Oh… sorry!”

I immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over me. “I tried to tell you.”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t realize.”

It was such an awkward moment that I think all we could do was laugh.

Natalie gazed at me curiously. “When did you start going naked all the time?”

“I’m not naked all the time! I guess I just didn’t feel like wearing anything to bed. I’m sorry if it bothers you.”

“No… not really, It’s just a little weird since I never saw you do that before, but I understand. I sleep naked too, sometimes.”

“Yes, well, there are a lot of weird things going on lately.”

She got a little embarrassed and quickly looked away. “Guess I’ll just go back to my room.”

I felt bad and grabbed her arm. “No, it’s okay. It would be nice if you stayed. I’ll put something on.”

“No, I don’t want you to do that because of me. I mean, it’s no big deal, really.”

“You’re sure?”

“Uh-huh. I’ll just stay over here.”

I was still very horny, and needed to finish what I had started. My guilt had faded as quick as it had come on, and now I was aroused at the thought of my daughter in bed with me this way.

My mind began spinning as I contemplated what could happen between us. She wouldn’t be offended at the thought… after all, she seemed to accept Michelle having sex with her mother. Maybe she even wanted this as much as I did.

The events of the last few days flew through my mind in a split second as I wondered how I got into this situation, and before I knew what I was saying, I just came out with, “You know, you could get undressed as well, and then it won’t be so awkward.”

I held my breath, waiting for her reaction. I decided that if she agreed without protest, I would let her continue from then on, to be sure that it’s what she really wanted. I could still turn this around if it wasn’t. My skin tingled and burned at the same time, and I started to get a little lightheaded. My pussy was hot, and I could feel the juices flowing inside me.

“You’re sure?”

“If it’ll make you feel more comfortable, sure… why not?”

I tried to sound relaxed, but my voice gave me away. Natalie smiled hesitantly, then shrugged her shoulders. I could somehow tell that she was just as excited by my invitation, but was also trying to look unfazed.

She lifted her nightshirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her breasts were firm and young, and her nipples stood out harder than I ever thought possible. I’ve been a little envious of her perky little B-cups since she developed them, but now I wanted them in a whole different way. Leaning back, my daughter raised her hips slightly as she reached below the covers and slipped off her panties, quickly dropping them on top of her shirt. She took a deep breath and looked over at me.

“Better?”

She smiled awkwardly and nodded, and we both settled back under the covers, lying on our backs, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling. My finger had resumed lazily between my legs, gently circling my swollen sex. We lay quietly for a few moments, trying hard to ignore the tension between us.

“Mom?’

“Uh-huh?”

She rolled to face me, sliding closer into me. Her skin barely tickled mine and sent chills throughout my body. “You’re really not mad at me?”

“No, I’m not mad.”

“Then… what are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you upset? What are you thinking?”

“Upset? Surprisingly… no. I don’t know what to think. I guess as long as you’re happy and safe, that’s all I really care about. I have to believe that whatever you do, you’ll use good judgment. I think I did a pretty good job raising you, so now I just have to trust that whatever decisions you make are the right ones for you, and that you know what’s best. You’re a smart girl, so I’m not worried.”

“But you were mad at first…”

“I’ll admit, at first I was angry, and I was definitely shocked, but that was really more my problem than yours.”

“You’re not even upset that I’m a lesbian?”

“Are you?”

“Well, yeah… I guess.”

“I think that maybe you should give that some thought. Just because you had lesbian sex doesn’t mean you’re gay. You’ve got a long life ahead of you, and a lot of things to figure out along the way. Don’t be so quick to try and put a label on everything you do. There’s a lot of things that define who you are, but not everything you do defines who you are. You may be a lesbian, and if that’s the case, then I’m behind you. I love you no matter what.”

“I love you too.”

She leaned in and threw her arms around me. I was surprised at her sudden show of affection, but accepted it happily. Her warm body and smooth skin felt incredible pressed against mine. I’d never experienced anything like it before. It reminded me of what it was like to be intimate with someone, but this was unlike any man I was ever with. It was loving and soft, and I wanted more!

Neither one of us was letting go, and so we lay quietly, enjoying our embrace. Her head was lying on my chest and our bodies were tightly pressed together. Our breasts were touching, but our legs were apart, and I suddenly longed for the connection to be complete between us.

I reached down and firmly grasped my daughter’s body, pulling her towards me. She responded immediately and moved herself, rolling on top of me.

Our bodies were lined up, and I was instantly covered by the warmth of a beautiful young girl. I could feel the heat of our sex mixing as our hot pussies meshed together, and Natalie let out a long whispery moan.

Her body continued to slowly move on top of mine, as if she was still adjusting herself to me, but I knew it was more. She slowly moved her leg up and down while gently pushing her hips into me. Her wriggling body on top of mine was driving me crazy, and I let out a soft moan to let her know. My hand was firmly cupping her ass, pulling her hips into me even harder, until our movements were clearly intentional.

Just like that, we were humping. I couldn’t believe it was happening, and how great it felt. Finally after a few moments of awkward grinding, my daughter went for broke.

“God, Mom, this feels good! I love you so much,” she whispered.

“Yes baby… it’s wonderful. I want you s-so bad…”

Suddenly, she stopped, raising her hips up and putting all her weight on her arms. She spread my legs open as far as they could go, positioning herself directly between them. She reached down, spread my pussy open with her fingers, and gently lowered herself back onto me. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt, as if she was almost inside me. I could actually feel every inch of her pussy with my own. Our hard clits pressed together, driving us both wild.

We continued to work our dripping cunts together until we were both on the verge of orgasm. I never thought it possible for two women to actually fuck, but as my daughter continued to grind her pussy into mine, there was no denying that she was better than any man I’d ever had.

“Baby, yes! Fuck me! It feels so good!”

“Oh, Mom, yeah! I love fucking you like this! I’m g-gonna come!”

I felt her pussy twitch as her body shuddered in orgasm. I gripped her ass with both hands as my own climax hit me like a hurricane, smashing its way through my body as our juices flowed and mixed. It was the most erotic, most loving feeling I felt in my life. Wave after wave of pleasure hit us both, until we finally collapsed.

Natalie pressed her mouth to mine, and we kissed passionately and tenderly as the last traces of rapture surged through us. Our tongues gently mingled as we relaxed in each other’s arms.

It took some time for us both to come back to earth. I gently stroked my daughter’s hair, looking into her beautiful eyes as we enjoyed our post orgasmic bliss. Our slick pussies were still twitching from orgasm. Our mixed juices were running down my ass and pooling underneath me, causing chills to run up my spine.

“Oh, Mom, that was incredible. I don’t know how it happened…”

“Shhh, baby… it was incredible for me too. I never felt anything like it. You made me so happy, and I love you very much.”

“I love you too.”

I chuckled. “Was I as good as Michelle and Carolyn?”

“Oh, Mom, there was no comparison. I never knew anything could be like that.”

“I have to admit that ever since I saw the three of you together, I’ve kind of been fantasizing about you. You helped me rediscover my sexual desires, and now you’ve shown me how incredible making love can be. I could have never imagined sex being this good, even in my wildest fantasies.”

“Really? You thought about me too?”

“What do you mean? You’ve thought about… you and I doing this before?”

She nodded shyly. “After the first time with Michelle and her mom, she told me all about their first time, the night they made love. That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and what it would be like if we, you know, did the same thing. I even touched myself, picturing us.”

“Well, at least they taught you well. Maybe you could teach me some things you learned… and maybe we can come up with some ideas of our own.”

We kissed again, and then we finally parted with a moan. I pulled the covers off of both of us, and the cool air covered our bodies. She looked surprised.

“I just want to look at you, honey. You’re so beautiful.”

I could see her blush, but she obliged as I took in every inch of her young body from her head to her toes. She reached out and gently began to fondle my tits, gently caressing and pinching my nipples, sending shocks directly to my pussy.

“You’re beautiful too, Mom. I want to make you happy. I want us to do everything together. I want to make you feel good.”

Before I could respond, Natalie gently kissed me and rolled me onto my back. She continued to stimulate my nipples with one hand as her other made its way between my legs. I didn’t think I would be able to take any more, but my desire was renewed as soon as her fingers began to explore my womanhood. She moved her mouth down to my tits, freeing her hand for more important things. Her tongue felt wonderful as she teased and sucked my swollen nipples.

I moaned approvingly as her fingers slowly entered me. She fingered me slowly with one hand while the other gently stroked my clit. Finally she moved herself directly between my parted legs, giving herself better access to my pussy. She looked so innocent as she sat, contentedly working my sex.

She continued her slow pace on me, gently alternating her technique, but never increasing her speed. My body begged for more, but she was relentless, slowly building my pleasure. Even as my body began to shudder and squirm beneath her ministrations, she never changed, and it was pure bliss. My body flailed wildly on the bed as she continued, her sweet little voice calmly encouraging me to my orgasm.

“Yes Mom, that’s it, come for me. I love you. I love us being lovers.”

My pussy started to convulse, and by this time I was completely gone, entirely enveloped in my building pleasure. Just moments before I was about to come, she leaned down and covered my pussy with her mouth, her tongue seamlessly continuing on my clit where her fingers left off. The warmth of her loving mouth on my pussy sent me over the edge, and I came harder than I ever had in my life. It felt as though every fiber of my being was being forced out of my pussy. I felt my juices pouring out of me, and then everything went blank.

Moments later, I opened my eyes again to see my daughter, smiling contentedly and slowly rubbing her own pussy while she stared at me. I wanted to reach out, but I couldn’t move. I was completely drained. My throat was so dry I could barely speak.

“Oh baby…”

She laid down next to me, snuggling close.

I tried to reach over, but my body felt like jelly. She smiled and took my hand, gently tucking it between her thighs. I began to finger her pussy, stroking the moist slit up and down, occasionally teasing her clit until she came. Natalie buried her face in my neck, stiffening as her orgasm hit. She gasped, her naked body shivering with pleasure as I continued to masturbate her.

We lay together in blissful silence, finally drifting together in a warm, affectionate kiss that seemed to say it all. I knew then that my baby girl and I would share our bodies as lovers again and again. I realized that we hadn’t even experienced oral sex yet, and licked my lips at the thought of going down on my daughter.

We’ll move her things in here tomorrow, I decided. If she and I are going to start a new life together, we should be sleeping in the same bed.

Natalie was soon asleep, and I quickly followed, the two of us nestled in each other’s arms.

The End

by Tarkatony

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in June 2004 }

It started innocently enough. They were driving from the mall when Jessica asked her mother — it was in the context of something on the radio — if she’d ever had a lesbian experience.

Jessica was surprised when her mother, Ann, didn’t drive off the road, she half expected she would, but she didn’t, she just kept driving, and she seemed to be concentrating or thinking, Jessica didn’t know which, but soon she spoke, “I might have. I’ve often wondered if it was.”

Jessica didn’t show it, at least she tried not to, but she was shocked by her mother’s answer and it confused here, too, “Can there be a doubt? I mean, if you’re having one, isn’t it, ah, kinda obvious?”

“I don’t know?” her mother said with a shrug, “what’s a lesbian experience to you? A kiss? A touch? Something more, something involving fluids?”

“Mother!”

“Well, what is it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Nor do I,” and a silence lasted all the way home.

It was a few days later when Jessica brought the subject up again, in the car again, but her question was more direct. “I’ve thought about what you said before, about lesbianism, when you said you may have had an experience but you weren’t sure. What did you mean, … ah, exactly?”

“I meant that I wasn’t sure if what I was doing could have been considered a lesbian act.” Ann thought her point had been self-evident.

“Yes, well, but what were you … ah, doing, exactly?” annoyed that her mother had made her be more specific.

“It was in college, in third year, like you, a girl, as you kids say today, came on to me and I sort of, well, I sort of let her. I don’t know if I was unusually horny that day or curious or what, but she came on to me and I guess I let her.”

Jessica waited for more details but she got only silence so she asked the question as casually as she could, as if she didn’t really care about the answer, “What did you actually do with her?”

When she spoke, Ann Clark was surprised at how matter of fact her voice sounded and how relaxed she was. “We touched each other, mostly through our clothes at first, then on the bra, on the panties, that sort of thing, then a kiss or two before someone came into the room and we had to stop. That was my bout with sexual adventure, it took maybe 15 minutes then it was over.”

“Were you sorry?”

“Sorry? Sorry I did it? Sorry it ended?”

“Both.”

Ann thought for a moment before saying, “Yes and no, or more precisely, no and yes. No, I’m not sorry I did it, but really, what did I do? And yes, I think I may be a bit sorry that it ended so quickly,” she hesitated, then added, “I’ve always been a little bit curious about what might have happened.”

Jessica studied the rain on the car window and said nothing.

Well, nothing for a week or so when they were once again driving, this time Jessica was behind the wheel and she filled a silence by making a statement designed to shock her mother, “I’ve been thinking of having a lesbian experience, I’m really curious about it.”

She was watching her mother from the corner of her eye and was disappointed not to see a reaction, instead her mother said:

“What’s stopping you?”

“Ah…”

“You’ve got lots of friends, statistics say that, what, 10 or 15% of them are lesbians or have had lesbian experiences? It shouldn’t be too hard …”

“Mother, I’m serious!” Her mother’s easy response, the statistics, the … encouragement, shocked her, even scared her a little, as if her mother was laying down a challenge.

Ann looked at her daughter, a little surprised at the troubled look on her face, “Well I‘m serious, too. If you’d like a lesbian experience I’m sure you can find a willing partner, especially at university.”

“Well, you didn’t.” Jessica’s voice was defensive, petulant.

“I wasn’t looking.”

“You said you were.”

“No, I said I was always curious about what would have happened if my one time with a girl was allowed to take its course.”

Jessica stole a quick look at her mother, “Are you still curious?”

Ann Carter continued to look out the side window, there was nothing wistful in her voice, she sounded almost matter of fact, “Well, I don’t think about it much, but I guess I’m curious. That’s why I’m not freaking out that you think you want to experiment.”

Jessica felt a nervous fear grow in her chest. “Well, I want to have one.” There, she had said it, but it was not all she wanted to say. Would she have the nerve to complete the task, to add the most important part, to say what she’s longed to say to her mother for all of the past 10 years? Would she? Well, if nothing else, Jessica Carter had guts. She blurted out the words the very moment her mother spoke.

“Good for you. It would probably be a healthy experience.”

“I want to have it with you.”

“What did you say?” Her mother was staring at her now.

“I want to have my lesbian experience with you.”

Ann Carter had always prided herself on being, well, contemporary: she kept up on the news, read many of the more daring popular novels and genuinely cared about social trends and followed them closely. To her, cultural evolution was mystical and fascinating and something to be embraced; that’s why she didn’t dismiss, out of hand, her daughter’s proposition.

Instead, she simply said, “Now there’s a startling proposition,” and let it go, changing the subject, cleansing the thought from her mind. She knew her daughter was a trifle immature, she blamed herself, it was an immaturity brought on by overly-protective parents, and she chalked it up to that.

But a tantalizing proposal has a way of lodging in the darker recesses of the mind, and Ann did think about it, a few-times-a-day think about it. She even started to sneak peeks at her daughter, with thoughts that were very, very disturbing, but even so, she was prepared when her daughter brought up the subject again a few days later.

“That is a monumentally dumb idea, Jessica.” Her words were meant to sound censorious, to let her daughter know that the subject was closed — but they didn’t, they simply inspired a question.

“Why?”

“Need you ask?” Her words dripped with derision.

“Yes, why?”

Let me count the ways, Ann said to herself, before saying, “I refer you to a variety of references on the subject including the Bible, the law …”

“The Bill of Rights?”

Ann laughed at the rejoinder, surprised she was enjoying the conversation, it was kinky, but it was interesting, too. “What’s the Bill of Rights got to do with it?”

“I’ve got the right to do whatever I want to do whenever I want to do it, as long as I don’t hurt anyone in the process, and so do you.”

Bingo. “Now there you’ve hit on the problem, well one of the problems. Hurt. I’d have no problem with something like this if there was a guarantee of two things, one that it was a loving experience and two that no one got hurt.”

Jessica’s knuckles whitened on the wheel, her eyes locked on the back of the blue van ahead. When she spoke, her words were combative. “Then we can agree there’s only one problem, right? Because there’s no doubt that we love each other.”

Ann was silent.

“Right?” Jessica insisted, she sensed a winning argument.

“I see where you’re going with this, Jessica and fine, you’re very clever, but it’s not going to happen.”

“Yes, it is!” There was utter conviction in her words. She had waited ten long years for this confrontation and she wasn’t going to fail.

“No, it’s not.” Ann said the words, and she believed them, she just wondered why they had to be voiced in the first place. Why did she have to explain to her own daughter that they couldn’t commit incest together?

Who was right?

It took about three months of talk — call it negotiations if you want — but they finally agreed to go away for a few days to some place where they could spend time together. Their unspoken take was that if something sexual was to happen and there was every assurance that no one would be hurt… well, then, c’est la vie. They were both still very curious, after all.

Mother and daughter were both a little nervous when they got out of the car at the Riverview Health Club and Spa. But it was a wonderful place, a beautiful, tasteful lobby, attractive, attentive staff — a bright, clean, even fresh space, the kind of place that will soothe even the most ragged of nerves.

Their room was perfect, too… identical to the one in the brochure they had studied together, except this one had only a single bed. Everything else was the same, the large balcony, the plants, the flowers, the pictures, the Jacuzzi, the couch and chairs. The large wet bar allowed Ann to enjoy a glass of wine the moment she sat down, across the table from a daughter who looked at her mother with such eager, child-like expectation that Ann motioned her over for a hug.

“God, I’m happy, Mum,” Jessica said as she pressed her face into the nape of her mother’s neck, a place she had been many times before.

“I can hear your heart.”

Jessica laughed, and hugged her mother, “That’s not mine, Mum, that’s yours.”

And it might have been.

Jessica’s words seemed unusually cryptic. “I don’t want to be your daughter here, Mum,” she spoke the words softly, into her mother’s neck, “I want you to be my mother, but I don’t want to be your daughter.”

Ann cast her eyes down, as if trying to read what was in her daughter’s head, “And me? To me, I’m your mother, but who are you?”

Jessica gave Ann a glance that made her shiver inside. “Whoever you want me to be.”

The thought scared Ann so much that she gently pushed her daughter away and struggled to get up, “I want you to be my daughter, Jess, just like you are, okay? And I want my daughter to join me in the Jacuzzi.”

There were two bathrooms in the suite, they each claimed one and met at the Jacuzzi, admiring the other’s bathing suit, newly purchased for the trip.

Neither mother or daughter could fully conceal their nervousness. If the water was warm, the air was charged.

Ann poured wine into her daughter’s glass, then topped up her own. When she spoke her words sounded almost business-like, “I’ve always been very proud of you Jessica, always. I got lucky. One child, one perfect child. I’m not going to ruin that.”

“Then improve on it.”

Ann didn’t think that was possible, and said so.

But Jessica wasn’t listening. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Mum… and I know there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for me.”

“Oh, there’s one thing,” Ann said, with an empty laugh.

“What?”

“Break a rather fundamental taboo and have sex with you.”

“It’s not a taboo to me.” There was defiance in Jessica’s voice. “I’ve been thinking of this day since I was twelve.”

Ann’s eyes opened wide with surprise. “You have?”

Jessica hadn’t moved her eyes from her mother’s, “I lied to you, Mum. I’ve never wanted a lesbian experience with another woman, just with you.”

Ann’s wide eyes narrowed in fright, “B-but why?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care. It’s not that you’re pretty, you’re smart, you’ve got a great body, you’re funny …” Her mother tried to interrupt her but she talked over her, “it’s none of those.”

“Then what is it?” said Ann, trying to understand.

“I love you, Mum, I love you so totally that not to be here is simply unthinkable. And you know what? I’m not surprised you’re here, either, because you’re just that cool.”

“Or stupid.”

“Cool,” she said, as she moved across the Jacuzzi to sit beside her mother.

Ann Clark suddenly realized that somewhere during this brief exchange, this harmless verbal flirtation as she thought of it, her daughter had begun to take control. The realization was a shock, a profound shock because this was no longer an experiment where she could call the shots, where she could soothe her daughter’s expectations and deflect her childish fantasies. Now she could feel herself being pulled into something that reminded her of how an unwitting bug is captured in a spider’s web — a very alluring, very sticky, very tangled web.

Ann sipped from her glass of wine and contemplated leaving the tub when her daughter kissed her on her shoulder and took her by the arm.

“I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am you’re here with me, Mum, that we’re together.”

Ann grew tense, even frightened, it was the line of a seductress. Before she could act, Jessica kissed her on the mouth — lightly, without passion, but leaving her lips to linger; perhaps waiting for a response, testing her mother’s resolve, tempting her, playing with her, teasing her.

It frightened Ann so much that she pushed herself out of the Jacuzzi and almost ran to her bathroom.

At dinner, the food was far better than the conversation, that is until the main course came. That was when Jessica, frustrated with her mother’s obvious discomfort and aloofness, laid her cards squarely on the table. “I think of you at night, Mum. I think of you in my arms. In my fantasies, I kiss you and touch you and taste you and smell you.”

“Jessica!” No words could have shocked Ann Carter more.

But the daughter was just beginning, “Did you think I was kidding about this, about wanting to come here with you? Did you not believe me, Mum, when I said I wanted to be your lover?”

“God, Jess, I never really thought it through. Obviously, I love you and love to be with you. Coming here was a great idea, but that kiss…”

“Yes?”

The fire in her daughter’s eyes almost made Ann flinch. God, I wish she wouldn’t stare into my eyes that way. She has the look of a predator, eyes locked on the kill. “It was just so, I don’t know, so unsettling.”

Jessica got to her feet, “Come on, Mum.”

Ann looked at her plate then looked up at her daughter. “But… but our food?”

“Are you hungry?”

Ann looked away from her daughter a little afraid, “No, I guess not,” and she got to her feet feeling like a dutiful child.

They didn’t talk as they walked back to their room, and Ann didn’t protest when her daughter took her hand and held it insistently, rather like a policeman would, and she didn’t protest when her daughter threw her purse onto the couch when they got inside their room, but she did protest when her daughter angrily pushed her onto the bed.

“Jessica!”

Jessica’s face was white with anger, her eyes wet with tears. “This is supposed to be the best, the most exciting day of my life,” tears now flowing down her cheeks, “and you’re making it the most miserable.” The mother was about to say something but the daughter stopped her. “I’ve waited years to have you alone like this, and I’ve dreamed, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of being with you like this, of having you touch my skin, touch my breasts, kiss my lips, my belly, and feel me, like I want to feel and touch and kiss you. But you shun me, you shun me as if you…”

Ann could feel her daughter’s misery and succumbed to the mother in her. She opened her arms and asked her daughter in, and they were together, together on the bed holding each other, not moving, just squeezing and crying, little sobs, sobs that can easily turn to laughter, but they didn’t, not this time, instead they turned to kisses, violent, muscular, even angry kisses and then Jessica was tearing at her mother’s dress, not caring about the rips and tears, not caring that her mother had her body curled in defense, but she had it off the breasts that were now covered only in a thin black bra so flimsy that it easily broke and seemed to sail from the bed and then the mouth was on the breast devouring it, sucking on it, swallowing it, seeming to lock it in her throat and tugging on it.

But it was the sounds that really scared Ann, the animal sounds, primordial sounds, bestial grunts as frantic as the action and then her daughter tired of the breast and yanked up the dress and tore down the pantyhose and she clamped her mouth on her mother’s pantied sex and burrowed as she thrashed her pelvis on the inert, unresponding bed, as inert and unresponding as the mother. And then, but for the whimpers, it was over.

She lay there, fully clothed, her body curled around her hands locked together between her legs and she shook gently as she cried, a mournful cry, a cry her mother had never heard before, a cry that shocked her, shocked her into action. She pulled her daughter, her almost catatonic daughter, into the centre of the bed and she put a pillow under her head which she stroked, gently, soothing strokes as she cooed the words she wasn’t sure were true, “It’s okay, Jess, it’s okay.”

But the daughter didn’t move and the sobbing didn’t stop, so the mother lay down beside the daughter and took her in her arms, but from the rear, it was easier there, smoother, she could fit her body around the quivering frame, to hold it, to reassure it, to stroke it along the arm and along the hip and the head and the hair until gradually, like a flower coming to life, the body opened, opened in response to the touch and soon the mother could feel the face, the chest and the belly, dragging her fingers along the silky fabric, along the young body, so hot and so sad.

Her eyes were open now, red from tears and hollow from shame but they pleaded for understanding, for sympathy. You don’t know what I’ve been through, they said and her mother didn’t, she didn’t understand and she couldn’t, she wasn’t the one who had waited ten long years only to be rejected, to be shunned.

Later, she would have no doubt where she crossed the line, the line between the soothing care-giver and the seeker of pleasure, the line between the mother and the lover. It was when she gently moved her daughter so she could drop the zipper and pull the dress from the body, then the pantyhose.

She was on her knees now, with her ripped and torn dress bunched around her waist and she lovingly, soothingly dragged her fingers across her daughter’s nose and lips, along her chest and her belly to the panties, then she bent down and kissed her daughter’s belly, gently, dragging her tongue, listening for encouragement. But such was the shame of the daughter that there was none, only whimpers and a body immobile, a beautiful body, healthy and fragrant, a special fragrance, unique, her own.

There was little overt response from the daughter when she removed the silken bra, but the nipples were erect and she bent down and sucked on one of them and then bit the stiff nub, taking it into her mouth just as her daughter had taken hers, but tenderly this time, lovingly so the pleasure would flow to them both.

Then she sat back on her heels and studied her daughter whose eyes were lightly closed as if she was dreaming and the mother ran her hand down her daughter’s body, tracing a finger across her stiff and wet nipple, then down across the trim, quivering belly, moving slowly until the fingers were on the front of Jessica’s panties. Reaching for the waistband, Ann drew the girl’s sodden knickers down and off, casting them aside almost carelessly. Placing both hands on her daughter’s knees, she slowly moved them apart as the girl moaned.

“You’re so pretty, Jessica, so beautiful.” Ann kissed her daughter’s belly, her face nestling in the soft heat while she studied the mound that rose between her daughter’s legs. It was such a lovely sex, red and delicate, moist with the juices of love and the scent of anticipation. She smelled it, the sex in the air, it washed over her like a delicate wave; the aroma so like her own, so much so that the fragrance drew her mouth along the girl’s belly, down between Jessica’s thighs to savor the wet heat of her daughter’s sex, to breath in her pungent scent, the intoxicating odor of her sexuality.

That was when Ann lost all control and buried her face in her daughter’s pink gash and pushed her tongue into every crevice, every exquisite crevice of her cunt while all the time drinking and sucking and smelling, particularly smelling, inhaling her daughter, breathing in her sexy scent through a nose wet with juices, and then an orgasm Ann wasn’t expecting hit her, intensely enough to break the moment, and she went limp, face in her daughter’s crotch.

She rested, happy, the cunt honey on her lips and the scent in her nose, so familiar, lulling her to sleep.

***

Ann opened her eyes and saw the smooth white flesh of her daughter’s thigh, felt the gentle caress on her hair and she followed her daughter’s gentle tug and rose up, surprised at the stickiness on her cheek and she allowed Jessica to pull her back and they both fell onto the pillows propped against the headboard. They said nothing, the daughter holding the mother, stroking her hair, gently, as she had been stroked.

They lay together on the bed, holding each other, kissed softly when Ann’s hand went down and fondled her daughter’s ass through the panties that she had worn just moments before. She let her hand roam as far around the silken globes as it could, marveling at its roundness, its smoothness, its perfection, then Jessica placed her mother on her back and smoothed out her negligee, then with three fingers traced a pattern on the silk, a pattern that began at her mother’s navel and followed up her stomach, across her nipples, now two small silky tents, then up her mother’s throat to her chin then onto her lips.

“The next time my fingers are here, they’ll be bringing you a treat.” Then she reversed their course, the fingers slowly moving down the silky body until they hovered over the hidden seam, “Watch me, Mum, I’ve never been more excited.”

Ann stiffened a little, the anticipation, yes, but also the prospects of her daughter’s disappointment, then she felt the fingers, just a hint of them as they stole down the fabric to touch the hem and slowly pull it back. When she felt her negligee tighten, she lifted her ass, God, it was happening, her daughter was lifting her cover and she was lifting her sex, pushing her pelvis upward, not thrusting, but pushing it upwards towards her daughter’s face and then the negligee was free and she fell back almost in disappointment. But the look on her daughter’s face!

Jessica let the negligee fall on her mother’s narrow, white waist with the shallow, crinkled button. She studied the waistband first, how it dug in so lightly to her mother’s delicious white skin. Then the expanse of red, delicate, silken red, almost liquid red, barely translucent, red that seemed to cling to every sweat-filled pour of her fabulous fragrant body and then the colour disappeared, into the smooth skin of her hips, into the deep moist gully of her groin and over the mound of her sex, that place that she touched so many time on her panties, knowing it wasn’t herself she was touching but her mother.

Jessica’s hands were on her mother’s legs now and she was parting them, gently pushing them open, stretching them, opening the mother for the daughter, “Oh, Jess, I hope it’s what you want, I hope it’s what you’ve dreamed of.”

“I want to kiss it, Mum, please ask me to kiss it, please tell me to kiss it, say to me, ‘Kiss me Jessie, kiss me where you’ve dreamed of kissing me.’”

And her mother did, she said the words exactly as directed, not robotically, but fervently, with a passion she didn’t know she had, and at her daughter’s touch, she opened her legs still further and watched her child, the one she had held on her lap while feeding her swollen breast into her hungry mouth, knowing it would never last, knowing she would grow up, knowing she would leave, but she was with her now.

That is my daughter lowering her lips onto my pussy, her hands are wrapping around my bottom and she is delicately kissing all around the panties and licking, too, kissing and licking and sucking gently, sometimes on the nylon, sometimes on my thighs which I turn slightly so her tongue can slide along the elastic. She is in no hurry, she sits up from time to time and runs her fingers around the panties, curling her fingers under the elastic at the waist and at the crotch. She blows on my legs and on my center, I can feel it there, feeling it cool my wetness, then she strokes my lips and runs her finger along its length, three times, four times, then she goes further and presses into my anus, now wet with my own juices.

“Do you think it’s wrong, Mum, do you think it’s wrong for me to have wanted this so badly?”

The mother reached out and pulled her daughter’s leg, coaxing her to lie down beside her, forcing her face into her daughter’s soft fleshy thigh, trying to shut out the sweet smell of her sex. She said nothing. There was nothing not already said, instead she rose up and watched the light brown hair on her daughter’s head bob between her legs. That is my daughter with the pretty face pressing so lovingly between my legs, into my pussy, licking, sucking, moaning. She still needs me, she will need me always and I will always give her everything I have.

Ann was glad. She didn’t need an orgasm, it would have cheapened the moment as if all this had been merely sexual and not an act of loving, an act of loving like none she could have imagined. But she accepted her daughter’s gift, her daughter’s wet and aromatic fingers pressed into her mouth and she sucked on her own juices as the daughter smiled and petted, then bent down to kiss the sucking lips, kiss the sticky fingers.

“Mum, it was better than I had ever hoped.”

“But you didn’t come.”

Jessie shook her head, then spoke her mother’s thoughts, “It wasn’t about coming, Mum, it was about living my fantasy of being with you, being with you after so many nights of dreaming about it,” and she swept her fingers across her mother’s panties.

She was hugging her mother now, squeezing the breath right out of her and when she let her go, the mother pushed the daughter down, kissing her and then she moved on the bed and brought her hand to her daughter’s sex, gently massaging it, slowly, carefully, skillfully, first outside her panties, then inside, all the time looking into her daughter’s eyes, watching her pleasure build and build and build and when she erupted, when her cunt helplessly squeezed her mother’s fingers, when the daughter let out a cry of purest ecstasy, she thought of the ways she loved this girl and passionately kissed Jessica’s moaning mouth.

The End

 

by Sindy070

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Lolliwood Studios in July 2011 under a different title}

I saw the ad in the window of a local photographer’s studio, asking for girls between the ages of nine and thirteen to audition for modeling. Straight away I knew that my daughter Pippa would be perfect; she was lovely, with a flawless body, enchanting eyes and a dazzling smile.

I popped in and spoke to a lovely woman named Karen, who was the photographer. When I showed her a snapshot of my daughter, she agreed that Pippa really was something special, and an appointment was made for that afternoon, after school.

Karen explained what kind of work Pippa would be doing if she was chosen — modeling clothes, underwear and swimsuits, both solo and with other young girls.

I was a bit hot and flustered by the time I got home and I had to do something about it; you see, much to my shame, I had a fetish for little girls, both naked and in cute underthings, and that very much included my gorgeous daughter.

I’ve been a closet lesbian who has secretly lusted after the young stuff for years, and it was only recently that Pippa became a part of my craving, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. Whenever I see my daughter nude or in her underwear — and as her mom, I get plenty of opportunities, since Pippa has never been shy about her body — my heartbeat quickens and I begin to tingle and throb down below. Mind you, I had no intention of ever making a move on my daughter, so my feelings were that it did no harm to fantasize about her. The result was that Pippa soon became the star of some of my steamiest masturbation sessions.

In fact, once I arrived home, I did something that I’m usually able to resist, though my need was too strong that day. I fetched a worn pair of my daughter’s panties from the laundry basket — the most adorable pink undies you ever saw — then lay back on my bed, jeans and thong round my ankles, fingering my wet pussy as I held those panties against my face, inhaling deeply. They smell of Pippa, a little girl scent that drives me wild.

I pictured my little girl in front of the camera in matching vest, panties and nothing else, her panties fitted tightly to show off her mound. God, I knew this was wrong, but I was enslaved to this forbidden hunger, my vulva wet from the mental image of my daughter peeling off those same underpants that I was sniffing, proudly displaying her nakedness to this Karen woman.

Close to coming, I dragged Pippa’s panties down to my cunt, using them to rub myself hard as I exploded, soaking the fabric with my juices as I creamed all over them. As soon as I finished, I was filled with shame and guilt for getting off to thoughts of my own ten-year-old daughter. I knew, though, that those fantasies would return, and I’d jill off again to dirty dreams of my Pippa.

I’d managed to calm down by the time I picked my little girl up from school, telling her what was going on as we walked to the studio. Pippa was really excited about being a model — she’s never been shy about showing off — so when we got there, Karen was introduced to a very bubbly and excited ten-year-old.

“Oh, my, aren’t you a cute one?” Karen smiled as she ran her expert eye over my daughter, “You must be Pippa. I’m Karen… and I want to take some test shots of you to see how you look through a camera.”

“Okay, ma’am!” Pippa replied enthusiastically, “Whatever you say!”

Into the studio proper we go, and soon Karen’s camera is clicking away as she takes lots of photos of Pippa in all sorts of provocative poses. God, even this was enough to have my pulse up and my sex throbbing.

“Now, given that if you do model for me you’ll be doing a fair bit of posing in your underwear, “Karen asked both of us, “I’d like to take some test shots of you in your undies — is that okay?”

“I don’t mind,” Pippa said with a shrug. “You don’t, do you Mommy?”

“No, not at all,” I eventually said, smiling at Pippa and then at Karen, who was watching me intently.

So I watched as my darling daughter stripped out of her school top and pleated skirt to stand there in her matching cream and pink Cupcake cami and panties, and her white knee-length socks. With her long blonde hair in a ponytail, she looked positively luscious.

I couldn’t keep myself from staring at Pippa as my pulse went up another notch, the panties I wore already damp. I was struggling to maintain my composure as I drank in the sight of Pippa’s smooth thighs and her trim little butt as Karen put my daughter through her paces.

“Well, she’s perfect,” Karen told me when she was done and I watched Pippa getting dressed, “I’m ready to offer her a contract right here and now!” By then, she’d uploaded the photos, tweaking them to give me an idea of how my daughter looked as a model.

“Could I have copies of these?” I asked her, my voice breaking a little as I studied a picture of Pippa sitting on the couch with legs spread, showing the gentle contour of her mound in those pretty panties.

“Of course you can, Mary,” Karen said with a gleam in her eye. “I can see why you wanted her to audition — she’s exquisite.”

“Yes, she is,” I said absently as I watched Pippa bend over to put her shoes on, my gaze drifting up the back of her thighs to the hem of her skirt, “she really is.”

“I expect you’ll be her chaperone for the photoshoots, then…?” Karen inquired as she produced a contract for me to sign.

“Oh, of course,” I replied, scribbling my name. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Good, good,” Karen murmured, smiling warmly at me and putting her hand on mine, “I find it’s always best to have mothers present when I’ve got their little angels undressed.” She laughed, her eyes warm as she spoke. “Sometimes they enjoy watching their daughters even more than I do…”

We both laughed, but I couldn’t help but notice that Karen’s comment had many levels to it — did she detect how deeply my feelings for Pippa ran?

Don’t be silly, I told myself. She can’t possibly know — can she?

“Actually, I have a shoot coming up that Pippa would be perfect for,” Karen told me. “Are you free this Friday evening for a few hours…?”

I quickly agreed, and we made plans to meet.

***

On Friday afternoon, I made sure that Pippa took a bath and washed her hair when she got home from school. As she got herself clean, I listened near the closed door, wistfully remembering those days when my daughter liked for me to bathe her. At least I got to spend a pleasurable ten minutes drying and brushing out Pippa’s hair, her nude body wrapped in a towel all the while.

Finally I left the child to get dressed in the clothes I’d laid out for her — a pink tee and a baby blue skirt, over plain white panties and cami top. I’d spent the afternoon masturbating furiously over the photos from the other day… giving into my twisted desires completely, imagining my little girl naked, longing for my touch.

I was more nervous than she was when we got to the studio, but kept my composure as Karen told me what she had lined up for the photo session — some tops and skirts, a few dresses and a selection of underwear.

“Some of them might be a bit racy, mind you, so I’ll want to see if you’re okay with them,” Karen told me.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine, but I’ll check them anyway,” I assured her.

The next hour or so was sweet agony for me as I helped my little girl change into all those different outfits; seeing her in cute panties and skimpy tops, watching her pose so eagerly for Karen and her camera. Pippa looked beautiful and was clearly enjoying herself, moving as Karen directed her and playing dress-up in all those lovely clothes.

Finally Karen called a short break. As she swapped out memory cards, she asked me if I was okay. “You look a little flushed, Mary.”

“Oh yes, I’m fine,” I replied, resisting the need I felt to shove a hand down inside my jeans and finger the hell out of my tingling cunt, “it’s just a little warm — you know, with all these lights.”

“I know what you mean,” Karen confided, “Y’know, on long shoots I sometimes strip down to my undies when it gets especially hot.”

“Oh, wow, I mean, um,” I stammered, “I guess, if it’s just you and the girls, and, um, their moms…”

“Well, I’ll even do it if there are men present!” she snickered, “but there never are any when I’m doing a shoot with little girls. So… did you check the underwear out, are you happy with Pippa modeling it?”

“Oh yes, more than happy!” I blurted out, then caught myself. “I mean, um…” Shit shit SHIT… what on earth must this woman think of me?

“I know exactly what you mean, Mary,” Karen said softly as she leaned forward, placing her hand on my knee, “I’ve seen the way you look at your daughter, and I don’t blame you one bit.”

I stared down at Karen’s hand on my leg, not knowing at all what to say — at this point it seemed downright silly to deny the feelings I had for my child… not to mention dishonest.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered, “you’re not the first mother I’ve had in here that feels that way about her little girl — it’s entirely natural and is a wonderful thing to see, as Pippa will be in a minute. Let me just go and check on her — be right back!”

I wasn’t sure what to think as Karen went to check on Pippa in the little side room. She’d obviously noticed the longings I have for my daughter. Now I was beginning to suspect that Karen felt the very same way.

So maybe Karen craved little girls like I did; was that a good thing? I was too flustered to decide.

“What do you think, Mommy?” asked Pippa as she bounded out of the room just ahead of Karen.

I could only gape at first. My daughter was wearing a white lacy training bra and high cut white panties that were verging on adult lingerie, with lace panels, frilly edging on the waistband and the thinnest of gussets that failed to completely conceal Pippa’s vulva.

“I think you look wonderful, honey,” I replied huskily, feeling my panties grow increasingly wet, “very pretty, very sexy.”

“I feel sexy!” she squealed, beaming at us. As for Karen, it turned out that my instinct had been correct — she was looking at my daughter in much the same way I was. It was clear to see that we both desired her.

Karen started the shoot — and that just made it worse for me, as she directed Pippa into all sorts of poses and positions, some of them quite sexual. Not that I was complaining, no indeed — I got to see those sexy little panties getting stretched tight across Pippa’s mound, the outline of her slit quite visible.

“Go and try the next set on,” Karen told Pippa and, as my little girl scampered happily into the changing room, turned to me with a big smile on her face.

“Do you think it’s warm enough for us both to undress?” Karen asked me as she walked over, “I know you’re getting hot… wet, too, I’ll wager.”

“You know I am!” I moaned, squirming in my wet thong. “Just promise that what happens in here–.”

“–stays in here. Don’t worry, I know how to be discreet,” she reassured me, her hand gently stroking the back of my neck. “I also know what some mothers really want from their daughters.”

A shiver of mixed nerves and excitement raced through me as Karen leaned down and planted a brief but heated kiss on my lips, straightening up with a lustful look on her face. Just then Pippa entered with the next set on — knee-length black socks, a black camisole and some skimpy black panties. She looked positively ravishing.

“Pippa, your mother and I were just saying how warm it was getting in here,” Karen told her. “You wouldn’t mind if we stripped down to our undies, would you?”

“No, of course I wouldn’t!” Pippa replied, looking at Karen and me with a smile.

Karen was quick to kick her shoes off, then remove her top and trousers, revealing a shapely, pleasingly chubby figure with large breasts in a black bra and matching panties. Pippa was staring at her, but then glanced at me, frowning as she noticed that I was still fully dressed.

“Come on, Mommy… you too!” she scolded me playfully.

I slipped off my top and eased my jeans down to reveal my lacy bra and thong, trying to keep my legs together so as not to reveal how wet I was.

“I can see where Pippa gets her looks from,” Karen murmured as she gazed at me with hungry eyes. “You’re gorgeous!”

“Thank you,” I replied, blushing as I sat back down demurely, feeling rather self-conscious as both Karen and my daughter stared at me.

“You look way sexy, Mommy,” Pippa said softly, a look in her eyes that made me shiver inside.

“Thank you sweetie, so do you,” I told her, keeping my legs pressed firmly together; I could feel my thong growing even damper.

The atmosphere in the studio changed over the next few minutes as Karen directed my daughter into increasingly naughty poses. Pippa clearly enjoyed showing off her body, and I knew that my little girl would do anything Karen asked. The question was, how far would Karen go? Would she stop, or take this all the way until my daughter was completely nude?

I soon got my answer. “Pippa, I want to do some special shots now, some exciting ones that I think you’ll enjoy,” Karen told my daughter. “Does that sound okay to you?”

“Sure, Karen,” my little girl told her. “Whatever you want me to do, just say!”

Karen went over to Pippa and arranged her in a kneeling position on the sofa, legs wide apart, and got her to lift her camisole up enough to expose her tummy before returning to the camera and snapping away. Then she asked Pippa to remove the camisole completely, and once my daughter had complied, Karen told her to put both hands on her hips.

I was fidgeting like crazy now as my darling daughter proudly displayed her bare chest, the slight mounds of her young breasts topped with tiny pink nipples that made me think of candy. The smile Pippa flashed me made my heart melt, and I knew that in a moment I was going to have to take matters in hand.

I noticed that Karen kept sneaking her hand down to her groin, and as I watched she rubbed herself through her thong. I realized that Pippa was able to see this, and that’s when I knew that Karen was performing for my daughter. I watched what was going on between them, the looks that they gave each other as Karen arranged and posed my little girl into the sort of positions you’d see in a girlie mag. Her panties were pulled up very tightly and clearly showed the outline of her slit.

At one point Pippa knelt on the sofa with her back to us, legs spread wide, her rosebud barely concealed. She looked back at me and mouthed, ‘I love you, Mommy,’ and as I mouthed it back I realized that my hand was inside my thong and rubbing my wet pussy. I glanced down at my hand and back up at Pippa, and that was when she gave me a look that no ten-year-old girl should be capable of.

“Can you touch yourself there, Pippa?” Karen told my daughter as she sat there with her bum in the air. “Rub yourself through your undies for me, sweetheart.”

Pippa didn’t hesitate, reaching down and running her hand across the front of those pretty panties, pressing the material into her slit and moaning blissfully. My fingers were dripping by then as I brazenly masturbated to the sight of my daughter, rubbing herself for the camera.

Karen padded back over to Pippa and got her turned around and sitting back on the sofa, legs spread wide apart. The way my daughter looked at Karen with such open adoration had me enthralled, and I just stared at the two of them as Karen ran her hand over the wet material covering Pippa’s pussy before she guided the girl’s hand into her panties, then stepped back to grab the camera, removing it from the tripod.

Karen snapped away as she squatted in front of Pippa, directing my daughter to finger herself, and it was clear that the child was only too happy to obey.

“Here,” Karen said, moving closer, “I want to try something really wild.”

Did she ever! Karen got my daughter to raise her legs into the air, then pulled those black panties halfway down her thin thighs, revealing Pippa’s finger, buried in her pussy. I watched Karen play with herself for a few seconds before she took more shots of my little girl masturbating.

My thong was now a damp little bundle on the floor as I spread my legs wide and shoved two fingers into my cunt. Karen had my little princess performing a live sex show, rubbing her gorgeous smooth slit and holding it open for the half-naked photographer and her camera. There was a constant whispered dialogue between the two, and although I couldn’t hear all of it, it was clear that they were both getting very aroused, and that something was about to happen.

Then Karen looked back at me and gave me an imploring look. “Can I…?” she murmured, the need in her eyes telling me exactly what she craved.

I couldn’t deny her — anyway, I wanted it to happen, to watch it happen. I smiled and nodded at her, giving this woman permission to do as she pleased with my ten-year-old daughter.

Karen put her camera down and took hold of Pippa’s ankles, pushing the child’s legs back as her head went down. I rose to my feet and stood over them, rubbing my juicy cunt as Pippa cried out in pleasure. I took a close look — Karen was burrowing between my daughter’s thighs. lovingly licking her little pink slit.

Oh God, how beautiful was that? My legs were becoming quite wobbly, so I dropped to my knees, tugging Karen’s thong down with my free hand and fondling her wet pussy.

It was so wonderfully thrilling to watch this grown woman going down on my naked little girl. I knew that at some point I would get to experience this same joy for myself — but not yet, not now. Right then I was quite happy to watch my Pippa surrender herself to this sexy lesbian photographer, who was thrusting back against the two fingers I had buried in her creamy canal. The studio reeked of wet pussy, and above the whir of the lights came the moans and cries of unleashed lust and passion.

Pippa came first. That was a marvel to behold, her thin body trembling and shaking as she gasped for breath, her head tipped back, eyes closed as she came in Karen’s mouth.

It was all too much for me. I had to withdraw my fingers from Karen as I came all over my thrusting hand, bent over as I came like a wildcat. Releasing her hold on Pippa’s legs, Karen quickly rolled onto her back beside me, frantically rubbing herself until she exploded in a very noisy, very messy climax.

All three of us remained motionless for a little while as we all basked in that post-orgasm glow. Pippa was the first to stir, throwing herself into Karen’s arms to kiss her with girlish enthusiasm, crying, “Thank you, Karen… thank you, thank you!”

“I think you should give your mother a little gratitude, too!” Karen chuckled, patting Pippa’s bare back as she sat up.

“Of course! Thank you, Mommy!” Pippa squirmed her way into my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist, and kissing me hotly. “Thank you so much!” Her naked upper half felt absolutely divine against mine, and I her little wet slit against the bottom of my tummy as she hugged me. “I like modeling!” she whispered, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“I do too, baby,” I murmured, already wondering what our next session with Karen would be like.

***

Karen phoned me a few days later. “I’ve got another shoot lined up for Pippa this Saturday afternoon, if you’re interested. This time she’ll be posing with another girl about the same age — one of my regulars, named Amy.”

“Count us in,” I replied. “Ever since that first session, it’s been practically all Pippa’s spoken of. She’ll jump at the chance to pose for you again.”

“Good!” Karen exclaimed. “Now, Mary, I’m sure you’ve realized what sort of photos I’ll be taking… and what market they’re intended for. It’s not exactly legal, but the money is unbelievable. So I want to make absolutely sure you know what I’m going to ask of your daughter, and that you’re okay with it.”

“As long as Pippa is happy, then I’m happy too,” I said, wondering just how far Karen intended to take things on this upcoming shoot. “All I need to know is that there aren’t going to be any men participating… or even present, for that matter.”

“God, no!” she assured me, “I don’t do that sort of photography. For these special sessions, it’s strictly females only — on both sides of the camera!”

“Then we’ll be there, Karen,” I told her, already feeling tingly at the prospect of seeing my Pippa with another young girl.

***

Ever since that first photo session, it had become obvious that my darling Pippa was hoping for something sexual to happen between the two of us. To be honest, it nearly had, one evening when I was tucking her in and came dangerously close to kissing her like a lover… but I still couldn’t bring myself to engage in incest with my ten-year-old child, no matter how much she aroused me.

Granted, I’d already seen Pippa willingly undress for another woman, masturbate for her, allow herself to be photographed doing it… and then I watched as that woman went down on my little girl until she came. Now that my daughter had tasted lesbian love, she hungered for more — and having seen how turned on I was when Karen made love to her, she saw me as a potential bedmate.

It didn’t help that Karen had let Pippa keep some of the lingerie she had modeled in. My daughter was constantly lounging around the house in these skimpy underthings, clearly trying to get me hot enough to fuck her. Instead, I spent hours shut up in my bedroom and masturbating furiously, dreaming of submitting to Pippa’s desires. Something was going to have to give soon, and I knew I would either take my child to bed or crack up completely — the question was, which would happen first?

On the day of the next shoot we arrived at Karen’s place, where we were introduced to eleven-year-old Amy and her mother Jill. Amy was just a little older than Pippa, with dazzling blue eyes and short brown hair. I suspected that she would grow up to be every bit as attractive as her mom, who was about my age.

“So… this is only Pippa’s second shoot?” Jill asked me after we’d all been introduced.

“Yes, but she seems to have taken to it like a fish to water,” I replied.

“Well, Amy will take care of her,” Jill assured me, “she’s a seasoned pro at this. Her photos are incredibly popular with the collectors — they pay top dollar for them. I’m sure that Pippa will be a big hit, too — she’s a lovely girl.”

“Your daughter has done a lot of this sort of work, then?” I asked Jill as Karen was sorting the girls out in the changing room.

“Oh yes, nearly two years now,” Jill said all matter-of-fact, “and of course we’ve been sharing the same bed ever since. I take it that you and Pippa have…?” The fire in her eyes made it very clear what she meant.

“No, not just yet,” I confessed, blushing for some strange reason, “I can’t quite bring myself to do it.”

“But you want to, don’t you?” Jill said, leaning in closer and putting a hand on my upper arm. “You spend hours agonizing about it… and you’re constantly masturbating while thinking about her, aren’t you?”

“Oh, my God — you too?” I asked her.

“Yes, weeks of anguish and heartache, before I bowed to the inevitable and let Amy take me to bed,” she said. “I wish now that I’d done it even earlier. Oh, Mary, it’s so good, having your little one as a lover — I can’t begin to tell you!”

“I — I still don’t know…” I replied quietly.

Jill understood. “It’s not something that’s easy to do,” she said with a nod, “but eventually, you will give in, I’m certain of it.”

Then, before I could answer, the girls came out and I felt that familiar tingle. Pippa and Amy were dressed in very sexy school uniforms with tight white tops, short pleated skirts, black stockings with suspender belts and tight white cotton panties. Pippa had her hair up in two cute pigtails. Jill and I stared in perfect awe at the girls, then we glanced at each other and smiled.

The set was a king size bed in a space made up to look like a little girl’s room, all pink and fluffy, and Karen started off with lots of innocent poses that still kept revealing glimpses of those cute white panties. Jill and I sat side by side on the sofa. I could see that she was getting as turned on as I was, that familiar uncomfortable look when your panties are getting damp and you really want to touch yourself.

Soon, Karen had the girls kissing and touching each other — and I was in serious need of some relief. Fortunately, Jill came to the rescue. She slid close to me and, without saying a word, put a hand on my knee, squeezing it as she slowly pulled the hem of my dress up. I turned to meet her eyes as she kept inching my dress up and I spread my legs as wide as I could. Her fingers were soon stroking my inner thigh.

This wasn’t exactly new territory for me, but I’d not felt the touch of another woman in a long while, so I was trembling slightly as Jill’s fingers touched me through my panties. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder, and she turned me to face her, those lovely blue eyes telling me without words what she wanted. I offered no resistance, just let my own eyes drift shut. I felt her breath on my face, and then Jill was kissing me as she rubbed my pussy.

For a little while, the girls were forgotten as I traded tongues with Jill, her fingers pushing the material of my panties into my cunt, making me moan into her mouth. I realized that my hand was on her thigh, and I began to stroke and squeeze it, loving the softness of Jill’s skin as I made my way under her dress, seeking the warm, wet junction between her thighs.

When we came up for air, I saw that Karen was shedding the loose summer dress she wore, and that she was completely naked underneath. The girls were still in those school uniforms, kissing passionately and fondling each other’s bottoms through the tight white cotton of their underpants.

“Shall we undress too?” Jill asked me, a look of raw lust in her eyes.

Yes, I think we should,” I reply, my pussy positively throbbing.

Jill slipped my dress from my shoulders and let it drop to the floor to reveal my swirl-embroidered bra and matching panties. I helped Jill out of her top and skirt to reveal a black lacy bra and thong set. We kissed again as we helped each other out of our undies, and I was excited to see that Jill had made hers wet — though not quite as soaked as mine were!

We sat back down on the sofa together, our legs twining as we gently toyed with each other’s wet slits. Our girls were by now minus their tops, taking turns sucking on each other’s titties, such as they were, their nipples hard and wet. Karen had them arranged so that their legs were spread and their tight panties on full show, both pairs showing dark wet patches.

Jill and I swapped deep French kisses as we fondled each other, eyes glued to the hot sex action unfolding under Karen’s expert direction. The girls’ skirts were soon discarded, leaving our little darlings in stockings, suspenders and panties. There is something so wonderfully wicked about little girls in adult lingerie, and I had to admit that my Pippa looked stunning. Amy did too, and the sight of them grinding their half-naked bodies in front of us had my cunt dripping.

“Mary, you’re soaking wet — can I lick you?” Jill asked me between kisses.

“Please, yes — I need to come!” I gasped.

Jill slipped down on her knees between my legs, which she pushed up for me to hold open for her. I gasped as she fastened her mouth to my wet cunt and began to lick and suck me. I watched the girls as Amy said something to Pippa and Karen, and all three of them smiled as they watched Jill go down on me, then returned to what they were doing — kissing with tongues, rubbing the fronts of each other’s wet panties.

Jill’s tongue felt amazing, and I knew that a big orgasm wasn’t too far away. Meanwhile, I continued to watch the girls perform for Karen. Jill was sucking on my clit as Amy knelt behind Pippa, kissing her neck as she reached around, slipping a hand down the front of my daughter’s panties.

That was all I needed to trigger my climax, and I ground my dripping cunt into Jill’s mouth as I came hard, gritting my teeth to keep from screaming.

As I gulped for breath, Jill smiled up at me, then stood, straddled my lap and tilted my face up to hers, giving me a deep, hot kiss and letting me taste myself on her lips. I knew that Jill expected me to return the favor and oh, God, how I wanted to — it had been ages since I’d been with a woman and I was still intensely aroused — but right then, I really wanted to watch the girls.

Jill clearly understood, and we snuggled up on the sofa to watch our lovely children perform for Karen. She was putting them into poses where they were fingering one another inside their panties. It was thrilling beyond measure to watch my Pippa joyously make love with another little girl.

“Isn’t this the loveliest thing you’ve ever seen?” Jill asked me quietly as we watched Pippa slowly remove Amy’s cotton undies.

“Yes, it’s unbelievable,” I whispered, as we caressed each other’s bare bodies, lost in the beauty of the moment. “I never realized how special it was to be a mother.”

“When you give in and make love to her, you’ll find out that it’s even better!” Jill gasped as my fingers lingered over her clit. “Please, Mary — make me come now before our girls start fucking for real!”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I want to lick you, Jill!”

She quickly positioned herself for me — one foot on the floor and the other leg hooked over the back of the sofa. I  got down between her legs and began to feast on her juicy cunt. Jill tasted divine, and as I licked and sucked on her wet folds, I shivered at the thought of doing this to Pippa, using my lips and tongue to pleasure her little pink slit — it was only a matter of time, wasn’t it?

Jill was starting to buck about on the sofa, and before too long she was coming, filling my mouth with her tangy juices as she held my head to her groin. We shared another creamy kiss when I surfaced for air and then we turned to see what our daughters were doing. Amy was flat on her back, with Pippa on all fours between her spread legs, her bare bottom in the air and her mouth glued to Amy’s pussy.

“Look at your daughter’s slit, all wet and glistening,” Jill murmured in my ear. “Surely you can’t resist that, can you? You want to go down on her, just like you did to me.”

“Oh, I do, I do,” I moaned as I stared at Pippa’s pussy and rosebud, both fully on display, “but I — I still feel like it’s wrong to, to make love to my own daughter!”

“There’s nothing wrong about it at all,” Jill insisted as we watched Karen kneel behind Pippa to get some great shots of both her holes. “I bet you let Karen fuck her last time — didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did,” I replied softly, thinking back to that afternoon — remembering how turned on I’d been, watching another woman go down on my ten-year-old.

“So you’ll let others enjoy your daughter’s body, but deny yourself?” Jill’s fingers found my clit and teased it. “Listen to me, Mary — there is no greater love, no stronger bond than that between a mother and her daughter, and to express that love in a physical way will only make what you have even stronger.”

“Oh, Pippa,” I whispered.

“Imagine it,” Jill said, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re both naked, and she’s nestled in your arms, kissing you again and again, that sweet tongue fluttering in your mouth, her pussy wet and hot as she grinds it against your thigh…”

“Yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Jill, you’re right, I’ve got t-to have her! Not here, though, not now. Later, after we g-get home.”

“I agree with you there,” she said, taking her hand from between my legs, reaching up to rub the wetness into my breasts. “You really ought to be home and in bed the first time you and Pippa make love.”

The girls were now engaged in a sixty-nine. They looked so hot and sexy with their slim legs clad in black stockings, slender nude bodies locked together as they ate each other out. Karen was moving all around them taking shot after steamy shot, and all I could think of was swapping places with Amy and having my darling daughter on top of me, her cunt and anus in my face. I shivered with suppressed lust and desire, aided by Jill’s lips nuzzling my neck.

By the time Karen was finished shooting, the studio was heady with the scent of pussy. We got up and went over to join Karen and our daughters on the huge bed. I took Pippa in my arms and gave her a big kiss, telling her how wonderful she’d been.

“I saw you and Amy’s mother doing sex together,” she said to me as I stroked her stocking-covered thigh. “Will you do that to me, Mommy?”

“Oh baby, I will, but not here,” I murmured, “I want our first time to be special, just the two of us.”

“Thank you, Mommy!” she cried, throwing her arms around me, kissing my mouth with a passion beyond her years. Her tongue darted past my lips, and I just had to suck on it for a moment.

Finally, Pippa and I gently drifted apart, and I turned to the others, suddenly feeling a bit bashful. “I think we need to go home now,” I said to Karen, Jill and Amy as they watched us with big smiles on their faces. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, Mary,” Karen chuckled as Amy played with her breasts, “you go and have a wonderful time with your daughter. I’ve got these two here to keep me entertained.” She leaned in to give Jill a kiss, reaching down to cup Amy’s cute little bottom.

“Let’s do this again sometime, Mary,” Jill said as I watched her finger her daughter’s little slit. “We’d love to have you!”

So Pippa and I hurriedly threw our clothes on, most of the underwear going in my handbag, and we kissed them all goodnight before hurrying home to experience something wonderful.

***

My daughter and I were both very excited by the time we got home, but I was determined to take things slow and easy — I wanted this moment to be perfect. So I led Pippa into my bedroom, where she sat on my bed as I slowly undressed for her. Then I took off all her clothes, pausing often to kiss her skin as I exposed it. Finally, we were naked together. The sight of her bare body made my cunt quiver, and the way Pippa was looking at me made it clear that she felt the same way.

We ended up lying in a tight embrace on my bed, our mouths locked together as we kissed. It was so wrong for be kissing my ten-year-old daughter like this, but it felt so good! Her soft young body was pressed up against mine, and I couldn’t stop running my hands all over it. Our legs were scissored, and each of us had a thigh pressed between the legs of the other, grinding away shamelessly.

I unraveled myself from my daughter’s clutches and rolled her onto her tummy, then moved down her body, kissing a path along the way until I was lying between Pippa’s spread legs, admiring her bare bottom. My heart raced at the sight of her moist, smooth slit and pretty pink anus. I couldn’t wait any longer — I extended my tongue and took a long, slow lick through my little girl’s cunt, shivering with the sheer lewdness of the act and loving the taste of her.

“Oh, yes, Mommy!” Pippa wailed, “do that some more!”

I was licking and lapping my child’s slit like it was my favorite ice cream, parting her folds with my tongue and delving inside to taste more of her liquid sugar. Now and then I’d tease her tiny clit, making it peek out of its hiding place. That drove her wild with delight..

Oh God, Jill couldn’t have been more right — why hadn’t I done this earlier? Putting myself through all that anguish, those guilt trips, denying myself the most wondrous experience a mother can know?

I was in heaven as I went down on my sweet Pippa, and I could tell from all the contented noises she was making that my daughter was happy too as she thrust back against my face, her warm, thick fluids flowing into my greedy mouth.

By now my thumbs were holding Pippa’s slit wide open, and I was working my tongue into her tight vagina. She was fast approaching her climax and I ate her for all I was worth, determined to make her her first orgasm at my hands an unforgettable experience.

“Mommy!” she cried out, “It… it’s happening!” And with a choked cry, my little angel shook and trembled as she came for me, feeding me her sweet nectar as I drank it from her cunt. I finally had to stop licking her when she begged me to.

I pulled her limp body to mine, kissing her softly and whispering how much I loved her. We stayed like that for as long as Pippa needed to recover. Finally, she smiled and said, “It’s my turn now, Mommy.”

For a while she was happy to suckle on my breasts, making me sigh contentedly as I remembered the last time she had done that. Then Pippa squirmed down to lie between my parted legs, going “Oooohh!” when she saw how wet I was. “Oh, wow, Mommy — can I take some pictures of your pussy?”

“Honey, you can do anything you like,” I told her as she got up and dug her cell phone out of her purse.  “I’m your model now.”

My daughter got me to spread my legs far apart, and as she snapped away I fingered my cunt for her. Pippa got a dozen or so shots, then directed me to get up on all fours. “Pull your bottom open, Mommy,” she said. “I want some pictures of your butthole.”

I shivered to hear such a kinky request from my daughter, but happily complied, spreading my buttocks apart to reveal my rosebud. “Now put your finger in your butt,” Pippa said, after getting some lovely anal close-ups.

I’d never used my asshole for solo pleasures before, but quickly I found that I liked it, probing deep into my rectum as Pippa clicked away. “Rub your pussy with the other hand, okay?” she cooed — and I obeyed, putting on a dirty show for my daughter and getting off big time.

“Now lie down, Mommy, pull your legs way apart. Let me see all your pussy,” Pippa told me. So I withdrew that finger from my rectum and spread myself out on the bed, letting my child see how excited I was. I pulled myself open as wide as I could, and she really liked that, moving in and snapping away. By then, my cunt was so juicy that it was actually dripping, the warm fluids oozing down into my butt crack and leaving a huge wet patch on the bed.

I thought I might explode if I didn’t get to come soon — luckily, my daughter put her phone to one side and went down on me, her hands replacing mine as she licked and lapped my sticky folds and sucked on my swollen clit. As I squeezed my tits and tugged on my nipples, I stared in awe at the incredibly exciting sight of my darling daughter between my legs, smiling up at me as she ate my pussy.

Then it got even wilder. Pippa got me to push both knees back until they rested against my breasts, then got down and began to rim me, her tongue bathing the crack of my ass.

Jill had, of course, been right — surrendering my body to my wonderful daughter, letting Pippa feast on the pussy that had given birth to her only ten years ago was the most amazing, most exciting, most mindblowing sex I’d ever experienced.

My angel shoved two fingers right up inside me and fucked me with them as she kept her lips glued around my clit. Me, I was moaning Pippa’s name, telling her how good she was as she brought me to the brink of a tooth-rattling climax.

I came with a loud cry, begging Pippa to fuck me, my clit on fire in her mouth. My daughter’s fingers were squelching in my pussy as she pounded me hard, still nursing on my clitoris as I bucked and shook under her. I was panting and gasping for breath as Pippa finally slowed her movements, releasing my throbbing bud from her mouth and pulling her wet fingers from my cunt with a loud slurp.

As I caught my breath, I watched my angel lick my juices from her fingers, and then she scooped up some more from my aching vagina and gave her fingers to me to suck clean. Mmm, I tasted good.

I pulled my darling Pippa on top of me and held her tightly as I kissed her sweet little mouth, whispering how much I loved her and how wonderful a daughter she was.

Fortunately it was a Friday night, with no school the next day, so I told Pippa she could stay in bed with me if she cared to. Of course she did, and after awhile we made love again, more slowly and gently than before, taking the time to explore each other’s bodies and share deep kisses.

Pippa’s cell phone came into use again, too, both of us taking delight in posing for each other in increasingly lewd ways — I liked the shots I took of my finger buried deep in Pippa’s bottom the best, though and the ones she took of me licking her clit ran a close second.

We drifted off to sleep snuggled together, and I enjoyed the best night’s sleep I’d had in ages. The next morning found us still entwined, still deliriously happy. The guilt I once felt about my desire for Pippa simply wasn’t there.

Three years later, my daughter and I are still intimate. We both take other lovers now and then, but always seem to return to each other. As long as my darling Pippa wants me, I am hers.

The End