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Greenfield Tales, Chapter 12

  • Posted on August 30, 2021 at 3:01 pm

To recap this story’s plot, please check out the Chapter Links. For helpful information about the main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales.

By JB West

Part 1: Consummation

Eight-year-old Emily was straddling her mommy’s face, hugging herself as Rachel feasted on the child’s pussy. Ever since she’d spied on the lesbian orgy the grownups had a few days earlier, Emily had been thinking about sex between women, wondering what it would feel like. Now she knew… and it was so much better than she ever imagined. Especially ‘cause now, Mommy loves me that way, she thought. I wonder if I could give her these good feelings, too?

Once that idea took root in Emily’s mind, she was determined to make it happen. Leaning forward, she laid down on top of her mother’s soft, warm body.

It wasn’t easy to concentrate, what with the wonderful feelings that Mommy’s mouth was giving her, but Emily wanted to kiss her mother’s secret place, too. Quickly realizing that she wasn’t able to reach it with her own mouth, the eight-year-old began to nuzzle Rachel’s soft tummy instead.

Rachel was teasing Emily’s slit with a series of quick flashing licks when she felt a playful tongue probing her belly button. The feeling was tickly, but nice. Pleased that Emily was playing a more active role in the lovemaking, she gave her daughter’s bottom a playful swat, eliciting a giggle from the girl.

Emily’s legs were parted just enough so that Rachel could peer inside the child’s slick vaginal opening. Could I put my finger inside her? Rachel wondered. Deciding to take a chance, she started to circle her finger around the smooth pink entrance, causing the girl to squeal out loud.

Rachel gently masturbated her daughter for about a minute, then let the tip of her finger press against Emily’s hole. Her eyes widened in awe as the eight-year-old pushed back against the teasing finger — the girl was trying to encourage her Mommy to rub her more vigorously — but before either mother or daughter knew it, that finger was one knuckle deep inside Emily’s virgin cunt.

Emily reacted to this new sensation much the same way as she did to that first touch of the vibrator to her clit — she held her breath and tried not to moan.

By this time, Cassidy had recovered from her orgasm and had crawled over to join Rachel and Emily. As soon as she saw what was happening she exclaimed, “Oh, my God! That is so fucking hot,” a renewed wave of desire taking hold of her.

Placing her hand on the small of Emily’s back, Cassidy helped rock the child back and forth. Even though Emily was still holding her breath, every time she tilted back Rachel’s finger would push inside a little deeper, eliciting a sigh of pleasure. Before long, the tempo of their movements had sped up, enough that Emily was panting for breath. Then, unable to withstand the incredible sensations any longer, Emily let out a loud moan, which caught Deena and Kim’s attention.

Deena immediately realized what was happening and said, “Oh, wow! Look, Rachel’s fingering her.”

At this point, Emily was really enjoying being penetrated. She no longer needed Cassidy or Rachel to guide her, and was rocking forward and back on her own. Emily could feel Mommy’s finger inside her tight pussy — it was amazing — and the little girl wanted more. On her next lunge forward she paused, then with extra force, pushed back, causing Rachel’s finger to slip into her pussy up to the second knuckle. With a shriek of delight, Emily worked her body even faster, gasping with each thrust.

“So… so good, Mommy.” Emily moaned. Glancing up at Cassidy, she managed to ask, “Is this… uhh… is this what it f-feels like… uhh… for, for you…?”

“Something like that, baby,” Cassidy murmured, still stroking the child’s back. She knew that the pleasure Emily was feeling right then was only a fraction of what she would experience when she came, but she wanted the girl to discover that for herself.

Feeling a naughty impulse, Cassidy moved to seat herself in front of Emily, then began to masturbate. She lightly fingered her cunt, making sure that Emily had a very good view of what she was doing.

“This is what your mommy is doing to you right now, sweetie,” Cassidy said as she pushed a finger into her pussy, then withdrew it, glistening with her juices, She was tempted to suck it, or perhaps offer it to her new young lover; instead, she reinserted it and continued to fuck herself, matching Emily’s rhythm.

By this time, Katie had recovered her senses and she, along with her mother and Deena, drew close to Emily and Rachel so that they could watch the little girl getting fucked. Katie could hardly believe what she was seeing. The sight made her feel funny all over. She watched as Auntie Rachel’s finger disappeared into her cousin’s tight little hole over and over, Emily sighing with pleasure every time.

Katie began to play with her own pussy as she watched Emily, rubbing herself for a moment or two before noticing what Cassidy was doing. It hadn’t occurred to the child to try putting a finger inside herself, but now she wondered what it would feel like. Nibbling her lower lip in concentration, Katie gingerly probed the entrance of her vagina.

Deena was watching what Katie was doing and gave Kim a nudge. “Look at that!” she giggled.

Kim could only stare in awe as Katie carried out her little experiment, whispering, “Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” when the little girl managed to insert a finger into her tiny slit.

The sight of her baby girl fingering her tiny hole was highly erotic, almost overwhelming, leaving Kim with a sudden need for attention to be paid to her own pussy. She looked around, weighing her options. Cassidy was busy putting her cunt on display for Emily, Rachel was still greedily fingering and licking her daughter, and Katie was in the midst of finding her own pleasure.

Kim then turned to Deena. Catching her eye, she quickly leaned in to kiss the younger woman. “I want you to fuck me,” Kim demanded once she’d broken away.

With a saucy grin, Deena murmured, “I’d love to.”

The two women came together in another lustful kiss, each hungry for the other. A plush blue comforter had been spread out nearby, and they fell onto it while continuing to make out, grinding their bodies together as if attempting to strike a fire.

Kim heard a choked cry of ecstasy, immediately recognizing it as Emily’s voice. She’s coming, Kim told herself, coming in her mommy’s mouth. Just thinking about that was enough to drive her own passion higher. Kim forced a thigh between Deena’s legs, and soon the two women were humping furiously, wet slapping sounds issuing from the point of contact as their bodies came together again and again.

“Mommy!” Emily cried as her orgasm rose to its peak. Just like her cousin, a few drops of nectar leaked from the child’s cunt as she climaxed. Rachel savored the light clean taste of it, then collected a sample of the warm fluid on her finger. Breaking away from Emily’s slit with a smack of her lips, Rachel looked over at Cassidy, who was still masturbating, and called out, “Cassidy. Get over here.”

Cassidy crawled over to Rachel, greedily licking her lips when she saw what the woman was offering. Taking the extended finger into her mouth, she sucked it clean. The child’s juices tasted so good, not at all like Deena’s, Kim’s or even her own. There was something… girlish about the taste, and Cassidy absolutely loved it. She wanted more.

Glancing around the room to see what the others were up to, Cassidy noticed that Katie was busy fingering herself. The little girl’s movements were clumsy, but they seemed to be giving her pleasure.

She crawled over to Katie and placed a hand on the child’s wrist. “Can I taste you, Katie?” The child gaped at the young lesbian for a few heartbeats, then gave a shy nod.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Cassidy sighed. She brought Katie’s small finger to her mouth and sucked it in. There wasn’t a great deal of juice, but what she tasted was delicious.

Releasing the six-year-old’s hand, Cassidy then held up her own glistening finger. “Would you like to taste me now?” The girl nodded again, more emphatically this time.

Cassidy brought the finger to Katie’s lips and the little girl stuck her tongue out to give it a tentative lick. She closed her eyes and savored the odd, but intriguing flavor. It was sweet like candy, but it didn’t taste like any sugary treat the child had ever had.

Cassidy watched in disbelief as Katie reached out, wrapped both hands around the woman’s wrist, and took the entirety of Cassidy’s finger into her greedy mouth. Katie purred with pleasure as she sucked all the juices from that wet finger, clearly loving the taste. Cassidy shivered, mumbling under her breath, “Holy fucking hell.”

As soon as Katie released her hand, Cassidy sat down and spread her legs wide, scooping another finger’s worth of sweet, gooey girl honey from her oozing cunt, then proffered it to Katie, who happily took the finger into her mouth again.

Kim and Deena were still frantically humping and rubbing their pussies together, filling the immediate area with the liquid sounds of cunt against cunt. They were watching the interaction between Cassidy and Katie, and the sight of the big-breasted blonde feeding her pussy cream to the angelic little girl drove both lovers to distraction.

“It looks like — ohhh, God — like your little girl is a c-cum slut,” Deena panted into Kim’s ear.

“Uhh… I bet you… uhh, uh… want her… uhh… t-to be your… oh, fuck… your cum slut,” Kim huffed.

“I want to sit… ohhh… on her face and… ohh, God… drown her in my pussy juices.” Deena’s eyes were glazed over with lust.

“Mmmm…I’d love to, to see that.” Kim gave a shaky laugh, then claimed Deena’s mouth in a bruising kiss. Their tongues mingled in a heated dance as the two women continued to fuck.

Emily was still in a bit of a daze after her first ever orgasm, but she managed to dismount her mother’s face, then lie down next to Rachel, gazing deep into the woman’s eyes. “I love you, Mommy,” Emily whispered.

“I love you too, baby,” Rachel replied, then mother and daughter came together in a long, slow, sensual kiss. Emily was riding a high like none she’d ever had before, and she fully intended to show her mommy how grateful she was for all these wonderful new feelings.

After a few minutes of passionate tongue kissing, Emily stood up, then wandered over to the couch where the sex toys her mommy had purchased were all spread out. Rachel propped herself up on both elbows and watched the girl, wondering what she was up to, but also feasting on the sight of Emily’s bare body. My God… she’s the sexiest creature imaginable. And that bottom of hers is absolute perfection. Why did I take so long to realize it?

When Emily turned around, she was holding a dildo, one that Rachel thought closely resembled her husband’s cock. She had picked it out specifically for that reason, and found it funny but also oddly erotic to see her daughter holding it. Just then a very wicked thought flashed through Rachel’s mind, causing her to quiver.

Padding back over to her mother, Emily presented the sex toy as she knelt before Rachel, a question in her eyes. Rachel understood what the child was after, and was more than happy to oblige. “Yes, baby,” she said, leaning back, spreading her thighs. “Fuck your mommy.”

“Oh, shit —  I’m c-coming!” Kim screamed from the other side of the room.

Rachel looked up just in time to see Kim collapse on top of Deena, but her attention was quickly drawn back to what Emily was doing between her legs, the child carefully lining up the head of the dildo with the entrance of her vagina.

Emily’s face was a mask of concentration, the eight-year-old trying her best to make Mommy feel good. It was a sight that warmed Rachel’s heart, not to mention her pussy. Reaching down, she spread her cunt wide open, so that Emily could easily guide the dildo inside.

Staring into her mommy’s vagina, Emily was mesmerized by its beauty. Like a pretty pink flower, she thought. The little girl then slowly pushed the bulbous tip of the cock into her mother’s hole and pressed forward, surprised by how easily it slid inside.

Rachel let out a hoarse cry as the dildo penetrated her, the molded veins and flesh-like texture of the toy massaging the inner walls of her cunt. Emily started with a slow, steady tempo, but soon shifted to a hard, frenetic fucking, the girl’s slender arm pumping like a piston. Rachel started moving her hips in time with her daughter’s rhythm, trying to take the dildo deeper with each stroke.

“Oh, God, YES! Fuck me, baby girl!” Rachel cried. “Do it f-faster. Harder. More, please, more!” She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, lost in ecstasy.

Emily, for her part, was doing a spectacular job for a beginner, making sure that every stroke went as deep as she could make it go. In fact, each time she plunged the toy into her mommy’s hole, the side of her hand would graze Rachel’s clit, driving the woman to even greater heights of pleasure.

Cassidy and Katie had paused their tasting game when Rachel screamed, their attention drawn by the erotic scene, but quickly returned to it, eager to continue their own fun. By this time, Cassidy was no longer sharing her juices with Katie — remarkably, the little one was feeding herself. At first, the child only used one finger to probe Cassidy’s cunt, but now she was using all four fingers of her little hand to seek out more of the sweet honey she craved.

Her fingers thoroughly coated once more with the thick, warm fluid, Katie was about to withdraw her hand when Cassidy grasped the child’s wrist, stopping her mid-motion. “Put it all the way inside, little girl,” she panted, “I want you to fuck me.” With that, she began to press Katie’s hand into her cunt.

Understanding what Cassidy wanted, Katie immediately balled her hand into a fist and pushed forward until it disappeared into Cassidy’s pussy with a slurping sound. Cassidy pulled, Katie pushed, and soon the six-year-old was wrist deep.

Katie could only gape at the sight, her heart throbbing. She couldn’t believe that this wasn’t hurting Cassidy somehow. A quick glance up at the young woman’s ecstatic face, however, assured Katie that her grownup friend was feeling anything but pain. In fact, Cassidy was encouraging her to go even deeper. “More,” was all she said.

That was good enough for Katie. She bent to her work, determined to do whatever it took to make the young woman happy, One push, then a second — and another inch of Katie’s arm penetrated Cassidy’s hot hole.

“FUCK!” Cassidy exploded as all breath left her body. She started to rock her hips, and Katie soon picked up the rhythm, pumping her arm back and forth, in and out of the woman’s slick cunt. Katie could feel the walls of Cassidy’s vagina contracting, saw her body begin to shake. Seconds later, she came all over little Katie’s hand.

In the meantime, Kim and Deena had moved to either side of the howling woman and, as she shuddered through her orgasm, each took one of Cassidy’s nipples into her mouth. The sensation helped prolong the young lesbian’s climax, and soon a second wave swamped her, this one even more powerful than the first. Even with Katie’s hand still buried in her cunt, the juices were flowing freely, soaking into the blanket spread beneath them.

Rachel had been watching this kinky scene unfold, and as Cassidy’s orgasm began to wind down she felt her own ecstasy start to rise. She shifted her gaze to her daughter, who was still fucking her with the fleshy dildo. Placing a trembling hand on Emily’s shoulder, Rachel said, “Do it harder, baby. Make your mama come.”

Emily was already working the slippery cock at a brisk pace, but at her mother’s request she quickly accelerated the tempo of her strokes. She’d been using one hand to steady herself, but now grasped the toy with both hands, using their combined force to ram the cock in and out of her mommy’s cunt at a feverish pace.

Rachel was ecstatic. Since the discovery of her new sexuality, she’d been pleasured with mouths, tongues and fingers, but sometimes found herself missing the cut and thrust of a good hard fuck. Now she was getting exactly what she’d longed for… and at the hands of her beautiful daughter, which only added to the excitement she felt.

Rachel’s cunt was making juicy, squelching noises with each stroke, and she could feel her climax drawing close, but she wasn’t ready to come yet. As much as she loved what Emily was doing with the dildo, there was something else Rachel wanted from her little girl, something to make their first sexual experience together truly complete.

Halting Emily’s movements with a hand on the child’s arm, Rachel reached down and removed the dildo from her pussy. She then spread her thighs even further apart. “Emily, baby…” she gasped, “p-please, suck my clit!”

The little girl’s expression made it clear that she didn’t exactly understand what her mother was asking for, so Rachel spread her cunt open to reveal the swollen nubbin. “Right here, sweetie… it’s where you touch a girl to make the good feelings happen.” She smiled at her daughter. “And if you use your mouth and tongue to lick and suck… it feels even better.

Ever since she’d spied on the grownups during their lesbian sex party and seen the four women licking and sucking each other’s pussies, Emily had wondered about it — what getting licked felt like, how it tasted. Now that the eight-year-old had experienced the pleasures of receiving oral sex, she was more than ready to try giving. And who better to try it with than Mommy?

Emily bent down and leaned in toward her mother’s glistening sex, slowly inching closer, second by agonizing second. She paused for a brief moment to breathe in the rich, exciting aroma, then pressed her lips onto the moist, pink flesh in a gentle kiss. Licking her lips, she pondered the flavor of her mommy’s juices. She then kissed Rachel there a second time, then a third.

Suddenly remembering what her mother had asked her to do, Emily placed a line of kisses up the juicy slit until she got to the special place. Finding the bump, she gave it a quick lick before taking it between her lips.

Rachel came almost immediately as Emily began to suck her clit. Grasping the child’s head with shaking hands, she held her daughter in place between her thighs. “Don’t stop,” Rachel cried, “don’t stop, d-don’t stop!”

Emily had no intention of quitting. She was in love with everything about Mommy’s pussy — the warmth, the juiciness, the scent and especially the taste. She tried her best to keep licking and sucking the engorged bit of flesh as her mother thrashed about, moaning wordlessly, but her instincts took over and soon enough she was licking and sucking all around her Mommy’s vulva, letting her tongue glide down into the sodden hole before returning to the clitoris.

The little girl was taking another long lick when all of a sudden a small gush of fluid splashed on Emily’s lips, tongue and chin. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck yes!” she heard Mommy cry. Her mouth and chin were now coated with warm juices, which sent the child’s excitement soaring sky-high. Abandoning her mother’s clit, Emily locked her mouth over Rachel’s pussy hole and began to suck, eager for more of the thick, warm nectar.

A few feet away, Cassidy was slowly recovering from her own orgasm. Taking hold of Katie’s wrist, she slowly withdrew the six-year-old’s hand from her cunt, making a wet squelching sound as it pulled free. She then slumped back against the leather ottoman, her head still spinning.

Once she’d gotten her hand back, Katie studied it closely, thrilled to see that it was completely covered with Cassidy’s essence all the way down past her wrist.  She began to lick and suck the juices from her fingers, purring with delight all the while.

Raising their heads from Cassidy’s breasts, Deena and Kim shared a knowing glance. “Katie, sweetheart… can we have some too?” Kim said, licking her lips.

The child giggled. “Sure, Mommy!” she said, offering her hand to the women. Deena licked her fiancée’s juices from the back of Katie’s hand, savoring the taste that she knew so well. Kim sucked Katie’s fingers, licking each one clean in turn. And for the first time in years, Katie took her thumb into her mouth, but now for a much different reason than when she was a toddler.

Katie saw that there was still a patch of wetness on the edge of her hand. She scooted over to where her aunt was lying and offered it to her. “Do you want a taste, Auntie Rachel?”

Extending her tongue, Rachel licked the hint of juice away, then began to make love to her niece’s tiny hand. She sucked each finger one by one, licked up and down the palm, then playfully circled Katie’s thumb with her tongue. When Rachel was done, she drew her little niece into a brief but heated kiss, and caught another taste of Cassidy’s juices on the girl’s tongue.

“No fair!” Emily cried, looking up from between her mother’s legs. “I didn’t get any.” Exchanging glances, the four women started laughing.

“Come here, baby girl.” Cassidy said to Emily. “You can have some honey straight from the pot, if you’d like.” She spread her legs wide, putting her cunt on full display.

Emily stared at the young woman’s pussy, it was flushed and swollen and still leaking the viscous cream that Katie had stirred up. She then turned back to her mother, uncertain how to choose… should she return to licking Mommy, or try Cassidy’s pussy instead? Luckily, Rachel could see the look of indecision on her daughter’s face, and made the choice for her.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said, patting the girl’s knee. “That was wonderful. Now, I think Cassidy might need your attention.”

“Okay, Mommy,“ Emily replied with a grin. She then crawled over to Cassidy, laid down between her thighs, and adorned the young lesbian’s vulva with a shy kiss.

Emily carefully licked around the edges of Cassidy’s pussy, cleaning away the wetness that was already there. Cassidy shivered at the caress of Emily’s soft tongue, then a jarring shiver raced through her when the little girl licked deeper, probing the heated interior of her hole.

“Oh, fuck! You’re so good at that, baby,” Cassidy cried. “K-keep licking me, yeah!” Looking up, she met Rachel’s eyes. The expression the woman wore was a mix of lust and pride. Rachel flashed a wicked grin and Cassidy let her head tilt back and her eyes close as she gave into the incredible feeling of having her cunt eaten by a young girl.

Moments later, she was coming again. Cassidy didn’t squirt the way Rachel had, so Emily was able to keep her mouth locked to the woman’s slit all the way through her orgasm.

Once her climax had subsided, Cassidy pulled Emily to her and they exchanged a long, passionate kiss. After breaking away, Cassidy looked around and saw that the others were intently watching her and Emily while lightly massaging their pussies. Catching Deena’s eye, she noticed that her lover was frowning slightly. “What’s wrong, babe?” Cassidy asked.

“Well, not to sound petty… but you’ve come three times already, and I haven’t even gotten off once,” Deena replied.

Cassidy glanced at Kim, then looked back at Deena, wearing a puzzled expression. “Wait, though… didn’t you two fuck just a few minutes ago?”

“We did,” Deena answered with a nod. “I didn’t finish, though. I got distracted, watching a certain someone getting fisted.”

Grinning sheepishly, Cassidy told her lover, “Well, we should probably do something about that.”

“You volunteering?”

“Sure, but we are guests at this party, after all. Don’t you think that one of our lovely hostesses might like a taste first?”

“I’m game,” Rachel said, smiling up at her new lover from her prone position on the floor.

“Me too,” echoed Kim, the desire plain on her face.

Deena looked back and forth between the women, trying to choose between the two beauties. On one hand, she longed to feel Rachel’s silken tongue again, on the other, she hadn’t come with Kim earlier and wanted to give the woman a chance to finish the job.

“Who’s it gonna be, babe?” Cassidy asked. “Which sister gets the honor of getting you off?”

Deena mulled over her decision for a few more seconds, her cheeks flushing a bit as she finally said, “Well, actually… I choose Katie.”

Everyone turned to look at the little girl, who was busy once again, experimenting with touching her pussy. Katie had just inserted the tip of her index finger when she looked up and realized that the others were watching her.

“What?” The little girl asked.

Kneeling down next to her daughter, Kim stroked the child’s bright blonde hair. “Deena was just saying that she hasn’t had an orgasm yet… and she’d like for you to give her one.”

Katie furrowed her brow. “Orgas — huh? What’s that mean?”

”You had one just a little while ago,” Kim said, smiling at her little girl. “It’s the really good feeling that you get in your tummy and your vagina when you’re doing sexy things. That’s an orgasm.”

Katie tried the word out. “Or-gasm. Huh. I like it.”

“Well, we all like it,” Rachel said to her niece, then started to mimic what Katie was doing, inserting one finger into her juicy hole.

“And you want me to do that for you?” Katie asked, looking up at Deena.

“I sure do,” Deena said, smiling down.

“But I don’t know how,” Katie said, pursing her lips and lightly frowning.

“Doesn’t matter,” Deena said, looking the young girl in the eye. “You didn’t know how to do sexy kisses until tonight, but you figured that out.”

Pondering these words, Katie decided that Deena was right. “I’ll try,” she said, “but you can’t get mad at me if I don’t do it right.”

Deena laughed. “Don’t worry about that, sweetie… if it’s you licking my pussy, I’m sure I’ll love it. That much I can promise.”

“So, um… how do we do it?” Katie asked.

“Well, the best way to start is with a kiss.” Deena said, then leaned in to place a gentle peck on the little girl’s lips, allowing it to linger. The softness of Katie’s tender mouth made Deena shiver with helpless lust. Wrapping both arms around Katie, she drew the girl into a warm embrace. Katie’s quiet sigh was music to Deena’s ears, her pussy quivering in response.

After a few more soft kisses, Deena laid Katie down on a nearby quilt and started to nuzzle her chest, then began to explore the whole of the little girl’s body with her lips and tongue. Katie giggled each time Deena touched one of her ticklish spots.

As she kissed around Katie’s tummy, teasing the girl’s navel with a quick swipe of her tongue, Deena was sorely tempted to go down on the little angel, burying her mouth in the child’s sweet pussy, but her hunger for release was too intense to put aside for one more minute. Instead, she swung one leg across Katie’s body, kneeling over the child.

Leaning down to give Katie one last kiss, Deena murmured, “Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

The little girl nodded, staring up at her new friend with bright blue eyes. Deena took a deep, steadying breath, then scooted forward to straddle Katie’s face.

Rachel let out a small gasp as she realized what was going to happen.

Slipping a hand between her legs, Kim started to masturbate, playing with her still-tender clit. Her little girl was about to perform oral love on a grown woman, and just thinking about it thrilled her to the core.

Cassidy recalled the rough sex she and Deena had enjoyed the night this all began. For an instant, she felt a small amount of trepidation, but then she remembered the next morning, when Deena had assured her that, given the chance to take pleasure from the adorable six-year-old, she’d treat Katie far more gently.

“I’m going to lower myself down to your mouth now, Katie.” Deena said in a soothing voice. “All I want is for you to suck and lick my pussy. I promise, there’s nothing you can do that I won’t like.”

“Um, okay,” Katie said.

Rolling her hips forward, Deena let her knees slide apart just enough to bring her pussy into contact with Katie’s open mouth. The child took a moment to breathe in the sweet, strange scent of her grownup lover, then placed a hesitant kiss on the woman’s juicy cunt.

“Yes,” Deena whispered, holding her body motionless as she silently begged the little girl to continue.

Katie was sampling the wetness on her lips — considering its flavor, quickly deciding that she liked it. Cassidy’s juices had tasted sweeter, but there was a savory tang to Deena that instantly caused the little girl’s head to swim. Eager for more, she pressed her mouth into the warm pink flesh and began to lick.

A shudder ran through Deena’s body. “Fuck, yes!” she gasped. She glanced down at Katie, just as the child’s eyes fluttered open. Deena smiled, and she could tell that Katie was smiling back, even with her mouth occupied.

I’ve dreamt of this for such a long time… and now it’s happening. I’m making love with a little girl, Deena thought, on the verge of joyous tears. She then inhaled sharply as Katie’s tongue briefly grazed her sensitive clitoris.

Grasping Deena’s thighs with both hands, Katie probed the woman’s cunt with her tongue, using it as a sort of scoop to gather as much of the tart, thick honey as she could. Everything about Deena’s pussy appealed to the eager child — the strong aroma, the comforting warmth, the liquid sounds it made with each lick. Oh, and the flavor. Especially that.

The others gathered round to watch Deena ride Katie’s mouth. They sat, mesmerized by the erotic scene unfolding before them, each woman or girl lightly caressing her own pussy, tickling and teasing herself, imagining what it was like to be in Deena’s place.

The sight of a grown woman taking her pleasure from such a young girl thrilled each of them to no end, but for Cassidy, the feelings emanating from the others were nearly overwhelming. The young blonde yearned for another release and looked to little Emily to find it — she was surprised, however,  to see that the girl had crawled over to the couch, where all the sex toys were laid out, and was currently examining each of them in turn.

After watching Cassidy come from using one toy, then helping her mommy do the same with another, Emily decided that she wanted to try a dildo for herself. But first she selected several dildos from the collection, one for each of the others, based on what she thought they might like the most.

For Cassidy, Emily selected a medium-sized toy that was gold in color, with a small knob at the end. That meant it was a vibrator, like the one she’d been given as a gift. Emily remembered how nice it had felt on her clit, and looking over her shoulder at her new lover, the girl could tell that Cassidy needed something more than just her fingers to stimulate her love button.

For Aunt Kim she picked out a small, thin dildo that curved along the shaft and widened at the end. Emily was intrigued by its shape and was curious to see how it was used.

And for her mommy, Emily considered giving her the same dildo that she’d fucked her with earlier, but decided instead to go with the largest of all the toys. The massive, black dildo was a foot long and about two inches in diameter. Emily wasn’t sure if her mother’s vagina could take such a large object, but the little girl was eager to see her try.

Rejoining the group, the eight-year-old distributed the toys to the ladies. They each thanked the girl with a kiss, then began to pleasure themselves with the toy they’d been given.

By this point, Katie was feeling increasingly confident in her ability to perform oral sex, which became apparent to Deena as she found herself enjoying the child’s tongue more and more with each passing moment. Still, I really ought to check on her, see how she’s holding up, Deena thought.

Raising herself from Katie’s face, Deena peered down at the little girl. “Are you doing okay, cutie?” she asked.

Katie grinned back, the lower half of her face coated with Deena’s fluids. “Yeah!” she replied. “I’m doing great!” Reaching up to take hold of the woman’s shapely hips, Katie gave them a tug, drawing Deena’s dripping cunt back to her open mouth.

Surprised by the six-year-old’s enthusiasm. Deena allowed herself to be moved back into the position Katie wanted. This girl sure is hungry for pussy, she told herself. But now, it’s time for me to take charge.

Deena started to slowly rock her hips, lightly grinding her pussy into Katie’s mouth. She wasn’t exactly sure if Katie would like that or not, but when the girl began to giggle, Deena figured she must. She brought her hands to her breasts, taking a stiff nipple between each thumb and index finger, then twisting hard, feeling a shock of pleasure run straight down to her cunt. Deena glanced down at Katie again, knowing that she wanted — needed — more than just the child’s lips and tongue to get her off.

“Katie,” Deena said, drawing the girl’s attention, “You like licking my pussy, don’t you?”

This time, Katie only answered with a nod, her tongue still at work.

“Good. Now I want you to tell me how much you enjoy it. And when you respond, I’d like for you to call me ‘Officer Dean’.” With that, she raised her hips, allowing Katie to speak.

Giving Deena a blissful smile, the child said, “I love licking your pussy, Officer Dean. It tastes soooo good! Um, can I please have some more…?”

“Oh, God… oh, God,” Deena whimpered as, once again, she fed her cunt to the nude youngster, carefully settling back onto Katie’s face.

Fuck, that’s hot,” Rachel hissed, watching Deena ride her niece’s face as she masturbated herself, getting ready to take all twelve inches of the dildo that Emily had selected for her.

The moment of truth, she mused, squatting above and positioning the head of the monstrous phallus at the entrance of her cunt. Letting gravity do most of the work, Rachel lowered herself onto the toy, her pussy opening wide, taking almost four inches of its length on the first stroke. She screamed, but not from pain — no, at that instant, Rachel knew only pleasure. “So big,” she gasped, wriggling her way even further down the thick shaft. “Mmm, s-so fucking big.”

Emily’s attention was constantly shifting from her mother to Katie and Deena, then back again, all the while masturbating with the smaller toy she’d chosen, rubbing it against her clit and the opening to her vagina. Then, when Rachel next screamed out in ecstasy, Emily’s gaze was locked to her mother and the large latex cock she was straddling. By then, only an inch or two of the dildo had yet to enter Rachel’s vagina, and the bedding at base of the toy was positively soaked with her fluids.

Raising her hips once more, Deena took her sex away from Katie, fixing the child with a stern gaze. “You’re a naughty little girl… aren’t you? You must be. Only a bad, wicked girl would enjoy licking a woman’s cunt. Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Deena wasn’t sure that Katie understood what she was playing at, but the young girl was quick on the uptake and chose to join in the game. “I am a bad girl, Officer Dean,” Katie replied, making a sorrowful face. “Um… do I have’ta get punished?”

“We’ll see, child,” Deena replied. “While I’m thinking about that, I guess you’d better finish what you started.” With that, she pressed her pussy back into the child’s waiting mouth.

As Katie began to lick again, Deena started moving her hips, grinding her sex against the lower half of her little lover’s face, gradually moving faster. At first, she was a bit worried that Katie might not like the increased tempo, but the little angel didn’t seem to mind in the least. In fact, the girl was now giggling with glee as she ate the woman’s pussy, driving Deena wild with renewed lust.

A couple of feet away, Kim had worked the curved dildo into her vagina, loving how the wide head stimulated her g-spot. No matter which way she moved, it kept contact with the sensitive area. Kim knew that she would be coming very soon. She looked down at Katie, pleased to see that her little girl was enjoying her first time giving oral.

“How ya doing, baby girl?” Kim said, reaching over to take Katie’s little hand in hers.

Deena raised her hips so that the girl could answer. “I’m great, Mommy,” Katie said. “I love Officer Dean’s pussy!” Then she reached up with her free hand to lightly tweak her grownup lover’s clit.

Deena let out a choked cry, then quickly returned her juicy cunt to Katie’s waiting lips, no longer worried about the child’s ability to take the aggressive lovemaking she was dishing out. No matter how much force Deena used or how hard she rode the girl, Katie continued to feast on her cunt, clearly having a wonderful time.

“Good girl,” Kim cooed, beaming with pride. “Make sure you do whatever Officer Dean tells you to. Let her fuck your face.” With a gleeful laugh, Kim opened her legs even wider, pressing the curved dildo deep into her hot cunt.

That’s what I’m doing, yeah,” Deena panted, locking eyes with Katie. “I’m fucking you. Did you know that, baby girl? And soon I’m g-gonna come…come right in that sweet little mouth of yours. My lover, my little one…”

Katie was beside herself with joy. I’m Deena’s lover; she just said so! And she’s fucking me, she said that too. The child didn’t know which one thrilled her more.

By then, her tongue was getting tired, so Katie was mostly sucking at Deena’s creamy hole. That way, she was getting even more of the warm nectar, and anyhow, Deena seemed to enjoy it every bit as much as licking — though Katie still dipped her tongue inside every now and then, too.

Cassidy could see that Deena was riding the little girl’s face with the same intensity that she’d experienced herself only a few days earlier, the night that her lover had first met and fallen for six-year-old Katie. At first, Cassidy had worried that Deena’s lovemaking might prove too rough for the child, but it was clear to her now that Katie could not only handle her lover’s aggressive nature, she was actually enjoying it! Even more than I do, Cassidy thought to herself. Just look at her! The little minx thinks it’s a game.

Just then, Cassidy had one of her brilliant ideas. She crawled over to the couple, bent down and whispered into Katie’s ear. The six-year-old listened, then gave a quick nod.

Deena immediately raised her hips, freeing Katie’s mouth, then stared down at the child. “What did she say to you? Tell me,” she demanded, glancing over at a smirking Cassidy.

Katie gave Deena a huge smile that was practically dripping with the woman’s juices. “I’m s’posed to tell  you that you’re a mean old lady, Officer Dean… and an evil child molester, too.”

With a loud, choked cry, Deena forced her cunt back onto Katie’s smiling face. Once again, the little girl began to slurp at the sodden hole of her grownup lover, humming with pleasure as the honey flowed into her mouth.

Deena was a woman possessed, rocking her hips at the fastest tempo yet, breathing hot and heavy, moments away from a massive orgasm. Reaching out, she seized Cassidy, pulling her fiancée into a wild and passionate kiss. “I… I fuckin’ love you.” Deena blurted as they broke apart.

“Until the end of time, babe,” Cassidy replied with a wink.

Reaching down, Deena took Katie’s head in both hands, holding the girl firmly in place as she continued to ride the little girl’s face. It only took another few seconds before Deena’s orgasm broke. She screamed, then shook and shuddered helplessly, her breath rasping through clenched teeth. Her climax peaked with one final cry, then she slumped forward, exhausted. Somehow, Deena managed to dismount Katie’s face, then laid down next to the girl, drawing her into an embrace. The two lovers then came together in a gentle but passionate kiss.

“That was amazing!” Rachel exclaimed, still bobbing up and down on the monster dildo.

“So hot,” Kim murmured, feeling a swell of pride for her daughter’s accomplishment.

“W-w-wow!” Emily said in a daze, hardly able to believe what she’d just seen her younger cousin do. I wonder if she’d lick me like that?

“Awesome.” It was the only word that sprang to Cassidy’s mind, but it perfectly summed up what she’d just witnessed.

While Deena and Katie kissed, the others continued their masturbation. Emily was still a little worn out from her previous orgasm and couldn’t finish just yet. Cassidy elected to save her climax for later, as she still desperately wanted to make love to little Emily, and wanted to come with her the way Deena had come with Katie. The sisters, however, got off one by one — Kim nearly passing out from the extreme pleasure deep inside her cunt while Rachel’s pussy exploded in a torrent of juices all over the long, thick dildo.

After a short breather followed by a few minutes of light making out and laughter, everyone agreed that they should take a break to use the bathroom, wash up, and have a snack. Choosing to remain naked, the six women and girls moved to the kitchen.

Soon, everyone was seated around the table, sharing bread, cheese and fruit. The girls were each allowed another soda, while the women enjoyed a celebratory glass of champagne. As they ate, the group discussed what pleasures ought to be explored next.

Cassidy suggested that they take a few minutes to teach the girls the importance of breast play and how to tease, lick and suck a woman’s nipples for maximum pleasure. Everybody thought that was a great idea, especially the girls, so they adjourned back to the living room to do just that. Emily and Katie had a wonderful time getting to know the breasts of all four women, and got to pleasure each other’s nipples as well.

Then, Kim mentioned how so far that night, she’d only gotten to eat Katie’s pussy… and that she wanted a chance to go down on everyone else before the night was over. Then and there, a game was played where each woman and girl got to try a taste of every pussy, even her own. It was a roaring success.

Emily then announced that she really wanted to try taking a dildo in her pussy. There was doubt among the women over whether such a small child could be penetrated, even with the smallest of toys, without hurting herself, but Emily insisted that they let her try. Ultimately, she failed at her attempt, even with copious amounts of lube applied to both her pussy and the sex toy, but Emily made a vow that she’d be able to do it before the same time next year. Cassidy politely requested that she be given weekly updates as to the girl’s progress, and Emily happily gave her consent.

Deena was asked if there was anything she wanted to try. Hugging her little lover close, she said she’d already lived out her wildest fantasy when Katie licked her to orgasm.

Then it was Rachel’s turn to share her fantasy. “Y’know what I’d like to try?” she said, looking around at her new lovers. “I want all of you… at the same time.”

The others exchanged intrigued glances, then Kim spoke up. “Oh… I think we can help you with that, big sister.”

Two minutes later, Rachel’s dream was coming true. Kim was sitting on her face, Cassidy and Deena were sharing her cunt, and the girls got a chance to try out their new skills by sucking and playing with her breasts. Rachel couldn’t remember ever having a more intense orgasm.

Kim then asked Katie if there was anything she’d like to try. The little girl hemmed and hawed for a minute while the others gave her a number of sexy suggestions, but finally, while staring down at her feet, she said, “I want to make love with Emily.”

“Cool!” Emily cried, leaping to her feet. ”Let’s do it now!” Seizing her cousin’s hand, Emily pulled Katie up to her, the little girls’ mouths coming together in a sweet yet passionate kiss.

A beaming Rachel reached for Kim’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Our little girls… aren’t they incredible?” Kim looked at Rachel and smiled. The sisters then exchanged a sweet kiss of their own.

Once again, nearly overwhelmed by the feelings swirling around her, Cassidy turned to Deena and their eyes locked. No words were needed.

***

Part 2 – Gratitude

Two hours later, Rachel had her last orgasm of the night, brought on by Deena’s mouth and fingers. Afterward, the new lovers cuddled and kissed for a while, before gently breaking apart. Spotting her daughter curled up in one of the corners of the nest they’d built on the living room floor, Rachel padded over, laid down next to her and embraced the sleeping child. She then dozed off herself, less than a minute later.

Deena saw that Cassidy was sprawled out on the couch, the one that wasn’t covered with sex toys, and crawled over to see if her lover was still awake — but no, she was dead to the world, which didn’t surprise Deena in the least. It had been a long evening and everyone had had quite a workout. Deena placed a gentle kiss on Cassidy’s forehead, whispering “Sweet dreams, my love.”

Then, looking across the room, she saw Kim and Katie nestling together in front of the other couch, the perfect picture of a loving mother and daughter. Kim caught Deena admiring them, and motioned for her to join. Deena scooted over and laid down next to Katie, who was still awake but struggling to keep her eyes open.

As Deena snuggled in close, Katie leaned in for a kiss. “I love you, Deena,” the child whispered, just before she drifted off to dreamland.

“I love you too, little one,” Deena said, but Katie was already sound asleep. She then looked up and met Kim’s smiling eyes.

“Thank you,” Kim murmured, not wanting to disturb her slumbering child.

“For what?” Deena asked, also in a whisper.

“For… everything. All of this. Without you, none of this would have been possible. We wouldn’t all be here now. We wouldn’t be lovers.”

“Me?” Deena was surprised. “What about you?”

Kim furrowed her brow. “How do you mean?”

“Well, if you weren’t so clumsy and hadn’t tripped over your own dishwasher door, none of this would have happened.”

Kim chuckled. “I guess you’re right.” Leaning closer, feeling the warmth of Katie’s small form between them, she and Deena exchanged a brief but sweet kiss, one filled with the gratitude they both felt.

Deena and Kim then snuggled in closer to Katie, wrapping their arms around the dozing child. A few moments later, they too were fast asleep.

The End

 

Mommy and Thea

  • Posted on August 23, 2021 at 2:12 pm

Note: This story first appeared at the Nifty Archive earlier this year. I fell in love with it, and wrote the author to tell her as much, along with a link to Juicy Secrets. She sent a gracious reply. I was quick to ask her if we could post “Mommy and Thea” here, and she consented.

Thanks, Mindy. We love your story, and look forward to more gems from your deliciously wicked imagination.

***

by Mindy Max

It’s only natural for a mother to fall in love with her daughter. But to fall in lust with her? And at such a tender age, too…

From the moment Thea was born, she was my world. Mind, body, and soul. I’d never felt such emotion — not even for her father, sweet man that he is. This little girl, only seconds old at the time, became my reason for living. Nothing could sway me from my devotion, and nothing has since.

For most of her life it was just Thea and me. Her father, Matt, is an army mechanic, and for whatever reason can’t get enough of deployment. Which is fine. The selfish part of me is glad I don’t have to share. This little girl is all mine, and I’m all hers.

Matt wasn’t there when Thea and I determined that only she should decide when to stop breastfeeding. It was how we bonded, after all. What kind of person would take that away from a child before she was ready?

I watched her grow from an infant to a toddler to a child, with black curls growing long and wild around her chubby cheeks. It was only the two of us when she lost her front teeth, and it was me who soothed her as she cut a second set.

In all that time her eyes continued to sparkle like emeralds, wide enough for a woman to lose herself in. So full of life, wonder, and joy, coupled with a shy smile and a giggle like music.

There was nothing I wouldn’t do for my Thea, if she only asked.

At nine years old, she still bolted in the door the second she was off the school bus. Wherever I was in the house she would find me, drag me to the sofa, and wait impatiently until I sat. How can anyone say no to such a sweet, pouting face? Especially when all she wanted was to be close to Mommy.

I lifted my shirt, and was already dripping. There’s no bra. I’ve long failed to see the point of them. All they do is get in the way.

Thea latched onto my nipple like a starving animal, gorging herself on my breast. Already the weight of my chest eased as she gulped down the sweet tasting milk. She sucked eagerly, as though it would make the milk come faster, thicker.

She never knew how wet that made me – feeding her, filling her belly, her diminutive tongue swirling about on the tip of my breast…

Fuck.

I know what you’re thinking. It’s immoral to be aroused by a child, especially one so young and innocent. And you’re right. I would never, ever do anything to harm Thea. My constant arousal never being sated is a small price to pay for her safety.

Besides, that’s what sex toys are for… and my husband, whenever he was around.

All of that changed one afternoon when, in the middle of nursing, Thea’s hand became… curious.

I was staring down, lost in my little girl’s dreamy expression, when she suddenly let out a moan. I jumped. At first I thought Thea was in pain, but then I saw her little fingers under the hem of her tartan school dress, pushing aside the seat of her lilac cotton panties, pressing into her hairless crease.

My heart stopped. This was my daughter, just nine years old, playing with herself while nestled in her mommy’s lap!

What should I have said? What should I have done? To this day, I’m still not sure.

One thing was for certain — I wasn’t about to reprimand Thea for what she was doing. Girls have a hard enough time in this world without being shamed for exploring pleasure, and I wasn’t about to turn into my mother, doling out punishment for something that comes naturally.

My hand ran down the length of her arm, reluctant to pull Thea from herself. She was clearly enjoying the sensation, nursing from her mommy and touching her tender, virgin cunt.

Oh, God. I shiver just to think about it!

Finally, my better nature won, and I nudged my little girl’s hand away. “No, sweetie. That’s something you should only do in private.”

My chest tightened. I was being a good mom, wasn’t I?

Thea pulled away with a pout. My semi-deflated breast flopped by her ear. “But Mommy,” she whined, “we are in private!”

“Private even from Mommy,” I told her.

For reasons I can barely grasp, my heart was breaking. I’m not used to saying ‘no’ to Thea at the best of times.

She frowned but didn’t argue, and turned in my lap to feed on my other breast.

I never want to be away from my Thea, and yet I suddenly couldn’t wait to be alone with the bedroom door locked. There was a warmth pulsing between my thighs, crying out for attention.

***

The next week passed without incident. Thea, it seemed, had gotten the message. A gentle reprimand about the personal nature of self-pleasure, something that not even mommies are allowed to be part of.

What a cruel world we live in.

I couldn’t shake the image from my mind; my daughter, aware enough of her body to find pleasure in it — stroking her mound, teasing the labia with an eager finger. The thought followed me wherever I went.

From the moment she boarded the school bus I was in the bedroom, pressing a wand between my legs turned to its highest setting. I tried in vain to think of something else — anything else! My husband, other men, other women… but all paths led back to my little girl.

Her perfect smile, her round little nose… her smooth, soft body. How it would feel for her to taste my…

No!

Orgasm after furious orgasm couldn’t fully dispel my desire, even after rubbing my clit raw. But this was all I could allow myself; the price I had to pay to be a good mother.

***

One night, my poor, darling girl developed a cough.

“Mommy,” she said. “My chest hurts.”

She’d suffered the whole day at school, and wasn’t her usual, vibrant self when she arrived home. Even the comfort of being nursed by her mommy failed to lift Thea’s spirits.

As if to drive the point home, Thea — usually so keen to cling to the very last moments of the day — didn’t argue when I suggested an early bedtime. The poor dear was beyond exhausted.

Despite the forbidden thoughts I’d been entertaining, it was a perfectly innocent act, changing Thea into her nightgown. Any sense of arousal took a distant second to concern for her well-being, beautiful as she is in the nude. She needed a mother’s touch, not one of a denied would-be lover.

She crawled into bed and leaned against the wall obediently. Thea was always a joy, even more so when she didn’t make a fuss.

Taking out the jar of Vicks, I murmured, “I’m going to put some ointment on your chest, sweetheart. It will help you breathe.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she said.

I undid the buttons of Thea’s nightie, exposing the baby smoothness of her skin and the subtle dip of her ribs. I had to keep from gasping. The urge to lean down and pepper her with kisses, to taste her flawless body was overwhelming. Resisting temptation took more fortitude than I knew I had.

But where my lips were wanting, my fingers were sated. I rubbed the pungent ointment into her chest, and inhaled the heady mix of oils, all the while stealing this most intimate caress.

One day some man, some woman would be there to sample the fruits of her body as she presented them; but for the moment they were mine, despite being limited by her age.

No. I mustn’t think those thoughts. I’m her mother — a chaste protector, nothing more.

But that changed when my little girl groaned. It was sensual, needy, and took me completely off guard. I was frozen as Thea arched into my hand, guiding it toward the small, unassuming nub of her breast.

Again I stood at the threshold, face to face with the ultimate taboo.

Incest.

Pedophilia.

Taking a child’s trust in my hands and exploiting it for my own ends. Dare I?

Thea was begging for it…

No. She couldn’t know what she was doing. She was a child, only aware of the sensation coursing through her young body, unaware of the weight of her actions; ignorant of the risk a parent takes when they harbor such feelings.

I said nothing. I did nothing. Her barely-there breast seemed to grope itself, pressing into my hand.

My breath grew short; my heart was beating to the point of explosion. I could feel my child’s heart beating too, somehow steady in the realm of the forbidden.

What to do?

“Mommy?” she whispered.

I gulped. “Yes, baby?”

Thea took my wrist in her tiny hands and guided it downward, downward, towards the place that burned between her legs. My mouth dropped as contact was made and held. My gosh, I didn’t know little girls could get so wet!

Despite her exhaustion, Thea’s smile was brighter than I’d ever seen it before. She wanted this, without question, and I shivered as she clasped her thighs around my fingers.

I twitched by reflex, stroking her slit without thinking. God, the sound of her whimpering, lost in delight! How could I refuse her?

“Thea…” I said, my voice shaking.

She pulled closer, her sparkling green eyes locked on mine. “I know it’s naughty, Mommy… but I won’t tell anyone. I promise. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Maybe she did understand. But she couldn’t, could she?

Thea answered that question with a kiss, more fiery and passionate than any I’d experienced before. Her lips parted wide, her sweet little tongue rolled around mine.

It would have taken some kind of super woman to hold back the tide of lust. Nine-year-old Thea proved a greater temptation than reason, and I surrendered completely.

I pushed her to the mattress. She landed with a giggle, flashing the dampness of her panties at me.

There must have been a hunger in my eyes, because Thea didn’t question my intent, not for a second.

I pounced like an animal, pressing between the bow of my daughter’s thin legs, thirsty for her sex, for her soft skin, for her lover’s kiss, for her everything. How had I resisted this angel for so long? How much did I risk, just for this moment? Now that I’d tasted her passion, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

And neither would Thea. Every caress, every kiss, had her begging for more. She clung to my neck for dear life, as though she would suffocate without my love.

Our clothes vanished in a whirlwind. No more nightie, no more panties, no more camis and yoga pants. Just a woman and a girl, naked in body and soul. If ever there was a perfect moment between mother and child, it was that.

How long had my hunger for Thea been mounting? Months, at least, despite my every attempt to deflect that need with masturbation. That lust broke into the open right then and there, sweeping romance aside. We’d waited too long for this, and now it was happening.

I clasped the back of Thea’s knees and splayed her legs wide, making room to dive into her baby cunt. Her sex was perfect — smooth, hairless, and without blemish; just soft enough with muscles developing under a trace of baby fat.

“Please, Mommy!” I heard her beg.

As though I needed encouragement! Her taste was as sweet as sugar; sweeter than my own, the only flavor of pussy I knew. My tongue lashed between tight, virginal labia, searching for her honey pot with a fervor I’d never known.

To think that I was capable of this. Sex with a child, lovemaking better than any I’d experienced before.

No, not just any child — Thea. My daughter. The love of my life, now and forever.

My tongue ran along her opening, moving the length of her slit. Thea giggled and squealed, having the time of her life! And then I’d discover a new corner, a new technique, prompting her to shiver in ecstasy.

She clasped her legs and thrust her mound toward me, as if asking me to swallow her whole.

With gentle, deliberate licks I soon discovered a tiny bump — her underdeveloped clitoris, barely protruding from its fold. Yet for such a small thing, it stirred up a massive surge of pleasure, pushing my little girl higher on the tidal wave to her climax.

What a delight it was to see Thea that way, to know that I was showing her how beautiful, how perfect sex could be. Few parents ever had such an active hand in the sex lives of their children, and after making love to Thea, I was convinced more than ever that a mother’s touch was required to set the standard.

Thea’s breath stilled. She was close. So close!

I didn’t let up for a second. She would experience her first orgasm if it was the last thing I ever did, and it would be spectacular.

“Mommy!” she gasped. “I… I hafta wee!”

I raised my lips from her cunt to say, “Just let it go, sweetheart.”

And she did, in wave after wave, lost in euphoria, a clear stream of liquid squirting from between her thighs.

There is some argument as to whether or not female ejaculate is the same as urine, but I didn’t much care. I was so thirsty for my child that I swallowed all I could, and sucked at her slit for more. Her sweet, tangy taste delighted me.

Bleary and spent, my darling girl reached out to cling to me. I drew her into my arms. My own pleasure could wait awhile until she settled. I had a maternal duty to tend to.

Perhaps Thea could be convinced to return the favor, but next time. The two of us had broken more than enough boundaries for one night, and my child needed rest.

Thea nestled against me, still shivering from the pleasure she’d received. Her head found a home between my collar bone and neck. Her hot breath tickled, and assured me that she’d never been so alive.

“I love you, Mommy,” she murmured.

With a gentle finger I traced circles on her back. “And I love you, cupcake. Now and always.”

I planted a kiss on her forehead, then she leaned up to kiss me on the lips. It was an adult kiss; gentle, but still loaded with desire.

She pulled away and beamed, nibbling at her lower lip as only a child with a secret can.

“Mommy?” she asked.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we fuck again? Lots and lots?”

I narrowed my gaze, more curious than anything. “Where did you learn that word, little miss?”

“Some kids at school told me about it,” she said.

“Uh-huh. And I suppose you had to try it out for yourself.”

She smiled. “Yeah!”

What a beautiful child. I leaned down and kissed her again. “We can fuck as many times as you like, Thea. So long as we keep it a secret between us, okay?”

She nodded obediently. I could see that she understood.

I continued to cuddle my little girl, losing myself in the love that shone in her eyes. I knew that the pleasure we’d just shared was just as important to her as it was to me, and I was glad about that. Maybe I wasn’t a selfish parent after all.

“Mommy?” she asked again. “When I grow up, can we get married?”

My heart skipped. What a beautiful thing for my child to want!

“Girls can get married to other girls,” she added, “and there’s no girl I love more than you, Mommy.”

Between my daughter and my husband, I knew who I truly wanted.

“Of course, my darling,” I whispered. “I’d love nothing more.”

***

A lot had changed in the last two years; more than simply becoming a lover to my pre-adolescent daughter.

Thea’s father and I divorced not long after that first steamy night. Though he could never know what had changed between us, he knew it to be profound. It was better that way. He and Thea had never quite bonded, and he didn’t want to be a parent — not really.

He left with little protest. Perhaps he thought I was a lesbian. I don’t know if that’s true, but my preferences were swinging decidedly one way — only not just to females, but to little girls whose bodies were still budding. So innocent, sweet, and thirsty below the surface.

Now ten years old, Thea was a fiend for sex. After her first period she became ravenous, grinding against every surface, searching for random objects to thrust into her cunt every time my fingers weren’t available. Like mother, like daughter.

She was unashamed of desire, not like other girls her age. The swell of her nipples opened a new world of excitement, where the aches of growth were quelled by my swirling tongue. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she got off on the cocktail of pain and pleasure.

Thea doesn’t breastfeed anymore. Sometimes I miss that connection, wishing I could express milk as she played with my breasts. Now her lips envelop me with lust, not for closeness.

Sometimes it’s strange to see my little girl working her way toward being a wanton slut. I don’t say that to degrade her. Every girl should take charge of her sexuality, and Thea owned hers with a fervor I could only dream of at her age.

Our relationship wasn’t exclusive. Though she’d sworn never to share our secrets outside the bedroom, that didn’t stop her from drawing other girls into hers.

How many times had I stood outside Thea’s door, listening to the stifled moans of another virginal tween? She must have birthed at least a dozen little dykes, fingering and licking their sticky slits like nobody else could.

Still, a piece of my heart broke each time, knowing that she loved other girls as well. Thea was my one and only, and I, her mother, was just one of many.

I tried dating other women. Many younger than I was, barely adults themselves. Nothing ever took.

Only Thea would do.

Yet in spite of my pining, I eavesdropped on every encounter, dreaming of every touch, while fingering myself outside her door. It took everything I had to keep from screaming as I circled my clit. Just the sound of my little girl fucking inspired juices to run down my legs and thighs, leaving me a sticky mess.

On most nights we slept together. Thea never protested about bedtime, so long as I was there to lie with her. We’d abandoned the need to dress ourselves, and nothing is better than the feel of skin against skin.

She curled into me, back pressed against my breasts. Despite her growth, she still fit the shape of my body as though born for it.

I reached around her, resting my hand in the dip above her hip bone, then began to trace lines with a finger — along her collarbone, under the budding of her chest, down the small curve of her belly, and through the fine hairs sprouting between her legs.

Thea gripped my hand reflexively between her thighs, but fought to pry them apart. Her battle was in no way aided by the soft bites I applied to her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, her cheek.

God, the taste of her! So smooth, so soft, so sweet. And I was intoxicated by the smell of berry shampoo that she loved.

Once again I asked myself: How does a mother get to be so lucky?

“Mom,” she moaned, pressing her hips down against my fingers. Nobody had ever wanted anything as much as my girl wanted me.

“Yes, my darling?”

She whimpered as I ran the tip of my finger between her labia, then betrayed a wanting gasp. I could practically hear her eyes rolling back.

“Mom…”

“Use your words, princess,” I told her. “Tell me what you need.”

Thea scrambled through the haze of arousal to find them. “I… I need you, Mom… I need you inside me.”

A wry smile twisted my lips. “What’s the magic word?”

Please, Mom!” she cried. “Fuck my pussy with your fingers! Please!”

How can anyone refuse such a heartfelt request? I did as she asked, and slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt. Once she’d been incredibly tight down there, but daily practice had made entering her all too easy.

Thea bucked back and forth against me, throwing one leg over mine for easier access, giving me room to plunge into her. My fingers curled, running along the heat of her inner wall, stroking that tender spot that launches every woman to Cloud Nine.

At Thea’s age it must have been even more sensitive, as she could not go a day without me touching her there.

My little girl rolled onto her back so she could face me, reaching to grab a handful of my hair. She peered up with clear green eyes that shone between gasps. I could see the rapture growing inside her, mounting toward its peak.

That look was my world. I lost myself in those soulful eyes as my Thea begged and pleaded for something that only I could give her. Who needed other girls when Mommy loved you the most?

My daughter’s vagina tightened around my fingers. She was close.

The moment Thea’s orgasm tipped over the edge I claimed her mouth with mine, sparring with her tongue, swallowing her moans with a fiery kiss. She couldn’t be any more beautiful if she tried.

This girl, not yet a young woman, was my everything. There was nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for her, if only she asked.

Thea collapsed into my arms and I drew her close. She was the perfect little spoon, and I was all too happy to nestle with her. At least from the front she couldn’t feel the sudden rush of cold in my veins, or see the tears pricking my eyes.

“I love you, Mom,” she murmured.

I kissed the back of her neck. “And I love you. So, so much.”

It would be a moment before she recovered enough to give me the same attention, when she would plunge between my legs and give Mommy an orgasm of her own. So we just held each other, and I tried not to think about tomorrow.

Thea shifted about in my arms. “Is everything all right?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’m just thinking is all.”

I brushed a curly black lock behind her ear and gave it a loving nip. “About what, my darling?”

Thea hesitated, and gripped the arm I’d wrapped around her with both hands.

“I don’t wanna fuck other girls anymore,” she said.

My heart stopped. What could this mean? Was it over between us? I couldn’t let my feelings get the better of me, not when my daughter needed support. Maternal instinct took over where desire would overwhelm.

“Why’s that, my love?” I said, fighting to strip the panic from my voice.

“Because,” she said.

Thea turned in the bed so we were facing each other. Even in the dark the girl’s eyes shone like emeralds, bright as bright could be. I wanted to kiss her soft little smile, but knew I had to wait.

“There’s only one woman I want to be with,” she said, never once looking away.

I was speechless. For the first time in however long I didn’t see the brave, confident lover I’d welcomed into my bed, but a little girl who couldn’t know what she was saying. Even if it was a dream come true, I couldn’t allow feelings to crush my reason.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I forced a smile. I stroked Thea’s cheeks and leaned in to kiss her brow.

“There’ll be others,” I said. “You’ll grow up and find a girlfriend your own age, or a boyfriend.” The words were like a knife to the gut, but what kind of parent would I be if I didn’t say them?

Thea reeled. “Boyfriend? Seriously, Mom, don’t be gross.”

I laughed weakly. Of course. I should have known better.

She leaned closer and pressed her brow against mine. We rubbed noses, just like the Inuits — like I used to do with her when she was a toddler.

“I’ll love you forever, Mommy,” she said. It’d been years since she called me that. “I’ve always wanted to marry you, ever since I was little.”

She couldn’t mean that. She couldn’t!

Thea rolled to the other side of the bed and pulled a small velvet box from the drawer. My eyes grew wide. She couldn’t know about that, could she? I’d bought it in a moment of weakness, but I never was able to…

She opened it, revealing the sparkling green stone inside, encased in a silver band. If one were to look closely on the inside of that band, they’d read the words To my dear Thea, who I will love now and forevermore.

“Mom,” she said, blinking through tears of joy in her eyes. “I want to be your wife, more than anything!”

It was a dream come true — my only daughter, wanting to be together like this. I cried and threw myself into her kiss. Then I asked for her hand in marriage.

Of course, she said yes.

The End

Author’s note: Mindy Max is a romantic pervert with a special love for a certain kind of motherhood. She’s open to requests, though only a rare few may take her fancy. She writes for the love of writing and celebrates the chance to share naughty words with you all.

 

Sweet Poppy, Chapter 6

  • Posted on August 18, 2021 at 2:50 pm

by Joe Dornish

After what had seemed like an eternity — though really, it had only been less than a week — my fantasy was finally coming true. My beautiful mother and I were hand in hand, making our way to Kiki’s bedroom, where we would make love for the first time. Actually, I’d never had real sex with anyone before, so this would be another first for me.

Much as Mum wanted this, she’d given me every opportunity to back out of going to bed with her, and I was certain that she’d make sure one last time that I hadn’t changed my mind before we got undressed. So just as we reached the bedroom door, I gave Mum a very serious look and said, “Remember… you don’t have to do this unless you really want to.” Then I winked and slapped her bum!

Mum laughed out loud, then gave me a gentle kiss. “Sweet Poppy,” she said.

When we opened the door we were greeted by a lovely flowery scent. The room was lit by something like a  dozen candles that Henri has placed all around the room. The bed had been turned down and there was a bottle of mineral water on each bedside table. Two fresh, soft white bathrobes hung waiting to be used, the smaller one obviously meant for me.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Mum said.

I was shaking my head in awe. “This house is… it’s magnificent. Why didn’t you tell me about it before?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” she grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Well, it was. And Kiki is so nice, too. I think she’s great!”

“I’m so pleased you like her — and Henri, too.”

“Mum.”

“Yes.”

“Um… what does Kiki do for a living?”

“The honest answer is… not a lot. She took her twat of an ex-husband to the cleaners in the divorce. Oh, she has property and investments to manage, but you couldn’t really call that work.”

“Kiki paid for all my new clothes today.”

Mum nodded. “I know, sweetheart… she’s been desperate to take you shopping. You made her very happy.”

“Really? I’m glad she’s happy. I really do like her, Mum.” I wanted her to know how pleased I was with my new friends — not just because it was true, but somehow I knew that she needed to hear it. This was a big step for my mum, too, and those little reassurances seemed to mean a lot to her.

“I was very proud of you today, Poppy,” Mum said, taking me in her arms. “You were so charming and kind… a real lady.”

I wanted her so badly I ached — but right then, my mother was too busy paying me compliments to notice. I cut her off by suddenly kneeling between her legs, looking up to say, “Mum?”

Her eyes were huge. “Um… yes, sweetie?”

“Kiss me, please.”

She bent to me, and our mouths met. The embrace was gentle and completely unrushed. We enjoyed the taste of each other’s lips and tongues, letting our hands wander. When we finally drifted apart, I slowly rose to my feet. Mum was perched on the edge of the bed, looking up at me with adoring eyes as I stood before her.

I slowly reached out to cup Mum’s breasts, enjoying the weight of them in my hands, then teased her nipples, thrilled to feel them harden to my touch. By then, I was desperate to just rip my clothes off and jump her, but that didn’t feel right. Maybe next time, I thought, my heart beating fast when it hit me that there definitely would be a next time.

Cradling Mum’s face in my hands, I bent to kiss her again. She was fondling my bum through my skirt as our tongues mingled. After a while, I broke away and straightened up, then began to take off the blue cashmere jumper I’d borrowed from Mum, but she stopped me. “I’d like to undress you, if that’s okay.”

Needless to say, I was more than happy with that notion. ”Sure.”

Getting to her feet, she took hold of the hem and slowly lifted my jumper up and off. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Mum went all dreamy-eyed at the sight of my bare chest, whispering, “So beautiful, so sexy.” She sat back down and began to caress me, fondling my little buds, then kissed and licked each nipple in turn. It was heavenly.

Reaching round to undo the clasp of my skirt, Mum let it drop to the floor, leaving me in just my tights and knickers. I’d already taken my shoes off. She ran her hands up and down my legs and bum, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my tights. “May I?”

“Please, Mum.” Why was she even asking? Couldn’t she see how desperate I was to be loved? My head was buzzing like it was swarming with bees, and I felt hot and cold at the same time.

She carefully tugged the tights down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. Now I was nude but for my plain white panties, which had a small wet patch on the front. Mum gently kissed my mound through the fabric, then inhaled deeply, breathing in my scent. God, that was such a thrill — A shiver raced through me, and my legs wobbled a bit.

Wearing a saucy grin, Mum looked up at me. “Did you like that, baby?” As if she didn’t know!

“Yes, Mum!” I exclaimed.

She kissed me there again, but let it linger this time. I could feel the warmth of her mouth, and it made my pussy throb. Sitting back, Mum took hold of my knickers and peeled them down, letting them fall to ring my ankles. I stepped out, now completely naked.

Her eyes seemed enormous as she stared at my bare slit. I could see her hand tremble as she reached out to touch it with the tips of her fingers. “Such a beautiful pussy, so perfect, so…”

Then she kissed me, right there, her bare lips against mine. Another rush of excitement surged through me, and I had to clutch Mum’s shoulders to keep from falling over. Just from one little kiss!

Mum stood up in front of me, reaching behind for the clasp of her dress.

I had to stop her. “Can I do that for you, Mum? I want to take your clothes off.”

She smiled. “I’d love that, sweetie.”

I walked behind her, then went up on tiptoe and kissed the back of Mum’s neck, which made her shiver. Undoing the catch, I slowly pulled the zip down, then slipped the dress from Mum’s shoulders to her waist. While I was there, I also undid the clasp on the red lace bra she was wearing, then turned her to face me. She let the bra fall off as she turned.

Reaching out for Mum’s breasts, I cupped them, one in each hand. They felt lovely to the touch, but there was something else I wanted. Giving her a shy glance, I asked, “Can I kiss them?”

“Poppy… my body is all yours,” she said. “Do whatever you like.”

Moving in, I began to place gentle kisses all over those gorgeous tits. Mum groaned and cradled my head in her arms while I licked her left nipple, then the right one. I buried my face in her breasts, loving their amazing softness. Would mine be this nice when they grew in?

I could feel Mum quiver, hear her whispering, “Oh my baby girl, so sweet and gentle… make love to Mummy, please. Mmmm, I adore you…” It sounded as if she was talking to herself as much as me. I could have played with her breasts for hours, but felt even keener to get the rest of her dress off.

When I finally stepped back, Mum looked as if she was in a dream world, her eyes hazy with pleasure. Taking hold of the dress, I tugged it over her hips and down to the floor. I knelt in front of her, she lifted each foot in turn, and I slipped Mum’s high heels off.

She stood before me, a sex goddess wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy red lace knickers that matched her bra. There was a wet patch on the front of her panties, a lot bigger than mine was. I caressed the damp spot, and Mum inhaled sharply.

“I didn’t know you could get that wet, Mum,” I said.

She only smiled, touching my cheek. ““Sweetie, you’ve got me positively dripping.”

“I hope so,” I said and slowly pulled her knickers down, edging my face as close to her pussy as I could get without touching it. Her scent seemed to draw me in, inviting me to take a lick, but somehow I held back.

When Mum had stepped out of her undies I ran my hands up and down her bare legs, then between them, just gentle touches to get her excited. I placed a kiss just below her trimmed pubes, then a lot more of them all around Mum’s pussy lips without quite touching them. She liked that, speaking my name out in a choked half-whisper. I finally stood up, giving each of her boobs a quick kiss for good measure, then our mouths came together in a brief but very heated tongue kiss.

Now that we were both naked, Mum took me by the hand and led me onto the bed. We laid down together side by side and kissed again, letting it go on for a long time with our tongues doing a sexy dance. I could feel her fondle my bum like she had before, only this time she let a finger find my pussy lips and slide between them. I nearly swooned with delight.

“May I touch you here?” she whispered, her lips touching my ear.

I was in a highly aroused state, certain that one good stroke to my clit would make me come… so Mum’s question caught me completely by surprise.

Frowning, I looked her in the eye. “Mu-um… you know you don’t have to ask!”

She just laughed. “I’m just being a mother, sweetie… and looking out for you is part of that.”

Okay, I need to do something about this, or we’ll be all bloody night getting around to the actual sex, I told myself.

Maintaining eye contact with Mum, I slid a hand between her legs. She parted them for me, and I touched her wetness properly for the first time. The folds of her smooth labia parted for my finger as it slowly trailed its way down towards my mother’s opening. I’d seen her masturbate, and knew she liked to put her fingers inside herself. My eyes still locked with hers, I plunged my middle finger into her vagina, as far as it would go.

“Oh — oh my GOD!” Mum cried, a violent jerk shaking her body. “Mmmm yes, Poppy, yes!”

“I take it we can touch each other, then?” I said, giggling. “And we’re all done with worrying, right…?”

“What? Oh, yes, fuck it… let’s do this.”

I wriggled my finger about inside her. Mum arched her back, “Oh, shit,” she cried out.

“Are you sure you don’t mind me touching you?” I eased another finger into her.

“B-bloody brat,” she cried. “Stop… teasing your poor mummy.” I began to twist my hand from side — which meant, of course, that my fingers were twisting inside Mum’s pussy. “Fucking hell… you’re only t-ten years old! How — how d-did you get so good at this? Ohhhh…”

It looked like she was about to come, but I didn’t want that to happen just yet, so I stopped moving my hand back and forth. Mum gave a deep groan. “Christ, almighty, you — you’re fucking edging me!”

What’s edging? I wondered. No time to think about that; I had a job to do.

As I slowly began to work my wrist again, Mum was babbling like she’d gone mental. I twiddled my fingers around inside my mother for a few more minutes, getting her all worked up again.

Once in a while I’d wiggle my fingers around a bit harder, and every time I did it Mum’s eyes got huge, and she gasped as if something startled her. As sexy as it was, there was something funny about it, too. I really had to try hard not to laugh out loud, not that she would have noticed.

It was thrilling, too, knowing that what I was doing was getting Mum off in such a big way. Through sheer luck, I was doing something right. Oh, I was incredibly aroused myself, but determined to stay fully focused on her. I’d just been playing around before, but now I had a purpose: I wanted my mother to come, and I wanted it to be huge.

Suddenly Mum was looking at me. “The rough bit… rub the rough b-bit,” she said, breathing heavily.

Rub the what? I felt around and sure enough, there was a tiny rough place inside Mum’s pussy, so I stroked it with the tip of my finger. Her body seized up, and she went completely nuts. Whatever it was, she loved it! I kept touching her there, and after only a minute or so she cried, “Ohhhh! Ohmigod, oh fuck YES!” and that was when she came, practically bouncing on the bed. It was all I could do to keep my fingers inside her, but somehow I managed to. I was stunned by how much juice came out of her, my hand was bathed in it.

After a minute or so, her orgasm subsided. I withdrew my fingers, now glistening with Mum’s fluids, and took them into my mouth. It was a strange flavour, but I liked it.

“Fuck me, that was amazing,” she mumbled, a weary smile on her lips.

“I did okay, then?”

She nodded. “More than okay. You found my G-spot the first time out.”

Something else I don’t know yet, I realized. “Your… G-spot?”

“Uh-huh. It’s that bit inside me that you were tickling there at the end. It’s a very sensitive area, and can be notoriously hard to find.”

“Why, does it move around?” I felt stupid as soon as I asked the question.

Mum gave a huge laugh. “Ha! Now that would be a trick! No, sweetie, it doesn’t move. It’s just tricky to find, because a woman’s plumbing is, well, pretty complicated. And now that you know where it is, you’ll be able to find it again.” As she spoke, Mum was toying with my nipples.

“Does everyone have a, um, G-spot?” I asked, reaching out to fondle her breasts.

“Mmmm, that’s nice. Er, yes and no, depends who you ask. Men don’t have them, anyhow.”

“And what does ‘edging’ mean? You said I was doing that to you.”

“So I did,” Mum replied with a thoughtful nod. “That’s when you take your lover close to coming, but stop before she does, then start over again. It’s a kind of teasing, really. But when you finally do come, it’s… well, it’s incredible.”

I wanted to know more, but got distracted by Mum using the word lover. Was that how she thought of me? Much as I was into the idea of sex with my mother, imagining myself as her lover made me tingle.

As if she knew what I was thinking, Mum slipped a hand between my legs. I shivered as she traced the line of my slit. “I love your pussy,” she said. “It’s so soft and warm.”

We came together in a sweet kiss that heated up in a hurry. Mum was massaging my mound with the palm of her hand, and my legs were wide open, urging her on. She masturbated me for a minute or two, then got up on her knees next to where I lay. Her fingers twined through my hair.

She gazed down at me, the love in her eyes plain as day. “I want to make you come, sweetheart,” she said.

“It won’t take long, Mum. I’m ready for it.”

She laughed. “Good… because I’m ready to make it happen!”

A tiny whimper escaped me when Mum slid the tip of her finger into my pussy, then slowly drew it upwards, headed for my clit. I knew what was coming, but I still jumped when she found my little button and began to stroke it in a slow, steady rhythm. Her free hand was roaming over my body as she masturbated me, touching my nipples, my tummy, my thighs.

By then, I was pretty keyed up and in need of release, because Mum only got to make love to me for thirty seconds or so when I felt the heat began to rise inside. Bracing myself for the explosion to come, I gripped the bed with clenched fingers as my head clouded over. Before I could draw another breath, my orgasm took hold and spread through my body like a petrol fire.

Fuck!” I shouted, then bit down on my lip as the feeling intensified. Then Mum took it even further, sliding the tip of a finger inside me as she continued to rub my clit. Going completely on instinct, I thrust my hips in Mum’s direction, forcing her even deeper into my vagina. That set off a second orgasm, hitting me before the first one had finished. I was rolling from side to side, trying to ride the wave as far as I could, until it finally gave out and my ecstasy faded into a cozy, warm glow. It was a million times better than anything I’d ever experienced on my own.

In my drowsy state I squinted through half-open eyes at Mum, who was licking her fingers. She noticed me looking. “Mmmm, you taste good,” she sighed. “I’m going to want more of that.” Winded as I was, a prickle of excitement raced through me when I realized what she meant.

We shared some water from one of the bottles on the bed table, then snuggled together on the bed with me as the little spoon. We laid in silence and watched the flames flicker in the fireplace, kissing little bits of each other that came within reach.

It wasn’t long before Mum’s hands were wandering again. She was caressing my legs and hips, then began to play with my puffy nipples. When she kissed my neck, it tickled and I had to laugh. I shifted around to face her and we kissed, a deep, passionate kiss between mother and daughter.

We remained like that for a long while — kissing and touching, embracing each other, whispering words of love. Then Mum eased me onto my back and started kissing my chest, pausing to lick and suck my nipples. Reaching over to the bed table, she picked up a band and tied her hair back, winking at me in a way that made me go all hot and gooey inside.

Gently pushing my legs apart, Mum knelt between them, then bent to kiss my tummy. I knew what was coming. The butterflies in my stomach were dancing around, caught up in anticipation. Somehow, though, I was relaxed, my nervousness completely gone.

“So sexy,” Mum whispered as she drew closer. “I’m going to make love to you for real now, sweetheart, the way I’ve always wanted to. I’m going to lick you, taste your little girl pussy…”

That’s not what she did at first, though. Mum kissed all around the top of my mound, down to my legs and inner thighs, shifting to nuzzle my tummy — everywhere but where I longed for her to go. I guess she was paying me back for how I’d teased her a few minutes ago.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt her tongue lightly graze my clit… and I can’t put into words how amazing that felt. I was on the edge of going off like a bomb, my mind in that delicious half-dreamlike state. I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to watch what Mum was doing to me, but my body wasn’t following instructions. All I could do was lie back and surrender to her magic touch.

A few more light kisses on my pussy lips pushed me closer, then her tongue touched the very bottom of my slit, just above the anus. That was when Mum licked a pathway up the length of my slit, moving so slowly that it was almost excruciating. When she reached the halfway mark,  I tensed up and clutched the sheets even tighter. Nearer and nearer… finally, when she reached the top, she nibbled ever so gently at my clit.

It felt incredible. I was begging for more — maybe swearing, I’m not sure. Mum must have been listening, anyhow, because she took my throbbing clit between her lips and flicked it with her tongue.

“Oh, m-my GOD!” I screamed. Mum never stopped, didn’t even pause. I’d had quite a few orgasms since learning how to masturbate a week earlier — but this one was spectacular, even better than the one Mum had given me just minutes ago. I forgot where I was and what was happening, blind to all but pleasure.

Once I’d returned to myself, I lay motionless — well, except for the rise and fall of my chest as I gulped down lungfuls of air. I could feel Mum’s head resting on my hip, the warmth of her breath, her hand caressing my tummy. Finally, I managed to raise my head and looked at my mother. She smiled. “Are you back?”

“Barely,” I mumbled.

She chuckled. “I wish you could have seen yourself come just then… it was really something.”

“I’m…” I was at a loss, couldn’t think of what to say.

“Shhhh, just rest.” She crawled up to stretch out next to me. “I love you, Poppy,” she said.

I snuggled into her, inhaling deeply of my mother’s warm, familiar scent. “I love you too, Mum… and that was so, um… oh, bloody hell, where have all my words gone?”

Mum laughed and kissed me. My flavour was on her lips. Suddenly I wanted to return the gift, to taste her. I tried to push myself up from the bed, but my arms wouldn’t support me.

I felt her firm hand on my shoulder, holding me in place. “Stay there, sweetie, just relax for a bit.”

We cuddled for a few minutes while my head cleared and I regained my strength. I was suddenly very aware of how wet I was. Feeling between my legs, I discovered that there was a damp patch on the sheets, “Omigod… did I wet the bed?”

“Uh-huh, you did,” she answered with a grin. I felt my face grow hot, then Mum explained. “You didn’t pee yourself, sweetheart. When you came, it was so intense that you squirted. Ejaculated, that’s another word for it. I must say, you surprised me. I didn’t think, at your age, you would come so hard and get so wet. It was sexy as hell.”

I thought about that. “So, Mum… how wet do you get?”

Her grin got bigger. “Oh, I’ll let you find that out!”

“Deal!” I said and we laughed.

“I’m sure she won’t mind me telling you this… every now and then, Kiki will squirt when she comes. If you’re lucky, you’ll get to see her do that yourself. Seriously, she goes off like a fountain!”

My eyes went wide. “Really? Are you kidding?”

She kissed my forehead. “No baby, I’m not. I’ll always be honest about sex with you. I want you to have lots of fun learning and exploring.”

“I feel so, so lucky. Y’know, I think all girls should do this with their mums. The world would be a better place.” Mum burst into laughter. “What? I’m serious, everyone should.” I protested.

“Oh, my dear, sweet baby. Come here,” she said, taking me into her arms. “You’re absolutely right. If all mothers could make love to their daughters, it would be a very good thing. The world doesn’t work like that, though.”

“I know. People would freak if they knew we’d just… hey, so we did just have sex, right? You and me?”

Mum gave me a puzzled look. “Well, of course. What else could it have been? It certainly wasn’t a piano lesson, sweetie.”

Okay, I was being dense, but right then I was so happy that it didn’t matter a bit. “Oh, wow, that’s so cool! I just made love with my mum, the most beautiful woman in the world!”

Blushing a pretty pink, Mum started to laugh, but I cut that off with a deep, hungry kiss. She seemed surprised at first, but was fast to respond, her tongue darting into my mouth.

I was rested, refreshed and on fire, desperate to taste my mother. Breaking our kiss, I pushed her back on the bed, bending to give Mum a quick peck on the lips, then began to make love to her for real. I started with her neck, nuzzling her soft skin, then gave her left earlobe a light nip. She gasped, but I was already on the move again, traveling downward.

Much as I longed for my first real taste of Mum, there was no way I could pass up the chance to have some fun with her boobs. I covered them in kisses, then sucked each nipple in turn. I was resting between my mum’s thighs, feeling her warm, wet pussy against my belly.

Down I went, burying my face in the softness of her tummy, where I licked the few small stretch marks Mum had. She always claimed to be proud of them, that they reminded her of Lilly and me.

When I reached the top of Mum’s pubes, which were neatly trimmed into what she called a “landing strip,” I hesitated, deciding where to go next. Should I start licking right away, or tease her for a bit longer? In the end, Mum decided for me. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered, stroking the back of my head with a quivering hand. “M-my precious little girl… lick your mummy, please!”

I was about to do what she wanted, but then I just had to pause first, to get a good look at what Mum had. Seeing her pussy up close excited me no end. The smell was strong and sweet, and her outer lips had parted enough for me to see inside, the fiery pink opening shining with her wetness. I could see the clitoris standing proudly, like it was asking for my attention. So I gave it some, moving in close to flick the pink nub with my tongue.

Mum cried out, “Oh my Jesus god… yes, baby, right there.”

That made me proud. Good, I found the right spot. Then I did what she’d done to me — teased her, kissing her pussy over and over again, lightning-fast kisses that drove my mum absolutely wild.

“Please baby, lick me,” she begged, unable to keep still. She was staring into space, and her hands were opening and closing. “Oh, baby girl… please lick Mummy’s pussy.” Hearing her say that got me heated up all over again, as if I hadn’t already come just a few minutes ago.

I thought about putting a hand between my legs to rub my own kitty while I licked hers, but decided to focus on what I was doing to Mum. Remembering how she made love to me, I slipped my tongue into her slit and began to slowly drag it upward, bathing the hot, wet flesh with a single long lick.

Mum froze, then she arched her back. “Oh god yes, baby. So g-good, so fucking good…”

Still moving at a crawl, I drew nearer and nearer to her clit until…

“Oh, shit!” she blurted when I gave it a tickle with the tip of my tongue.

By then, I knew that if I sucked on Mum’s clit, she would come right away. But I didn’t want that to happen just yet — not until I was able to explore her juicy hole. It looked every bit as yummy as it tasted, a ripe fruit that I wanted to savor until I’d had my fill. Moistening my lips, I pressed forward, giving my mother’s pussy a big, messy tongue kiss. Her moan was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

I was licking Mum for the first time and loving every second. I sucked her inner lips into my mouth and caressed them with my tongue, which she liked a lot. Then I licked around inside her, using my tongue like a man’s willy. I’m fucking her, I thought, thrilled by the idea of it.

Mum’s pussy was incredibly wet, and the more I kissed and licked her, the wetter she got. Her juices were all over my mouth and cheeks, dripping from my chin. It made me smile, because I was reminded of when I was a little girl, and Mum would scold me for being a messy eater. Bet she doesn’t mind that now, I told myself.

Much as I enjoyed making love to my mum, I knew that she needed to come soon. Tears were falling from her eyes, and she was trembling from head to toe. I gave her pussy one last deep kiss, then began to work my way up to her clit. But before I got there, an idea came to me — one I really liked. Taking Mum’s clit between my lips, I began to suck it like a nipple.

“Yes, Poppy — yes!” she cried. That’s when I quickly slipped my hand between my mother’s legs, finding the opening to her vagina. I heard her take a surprised gasp — and before she was able to exhale, I thrust two fingers into her. I was clumsy, but managed it on the first try.

Mum’s response came fast and intense. “Ohhhhhhhh! Oh, God, yesssss, sweetie — f-fuck my CUNT!”

I was pumping my arm like a machine, hard and fast, trying to build a rhythm. It wasn’t easy, because Mum couldn’t keep her body still. So I threw a leg over hers, so she wouldn’t buck us both off the bed. Just in time, too, because that was when she started to come.

Mum’s juices flowed as her orgasm hit its high, covering the lower half of my face like a mask. I didn’t care; I loved it. I’d have worn her essence as a perfume if she’d let me. I continued to work on my mum’s clit while I fucked her, driving my fingers in and out, in and out. Mum was going crazy, yelling and swearing.

Her orgasm lasted a good long while, maybe more than three minutes. My arm was getting really tired, but I refused to let myself quit until she’d had enough. Finally, she took hold of my shoulder and squeezed it.

Stop, b-baby girl!” she stammered. “I can’t, I c-can’t…”

Pulling my fingers out of Mum’s pussy, I rested my head on her quivering thigh for a minute or two, then sat up, grabbed a handful of the bed sheets to wipe my face, then crawled up to where my mother was and laid down next to her. Our wet bodies fitted together perfectly, skin on skin.

“I love you, Poppy,” Mum whispered. She took me in her arms.

“I love you too, Mum.”

We shared a few gentle kisses — then I fell asleep, safely nestled in my mother’s embrace.

On to Chapter Seven!

 

The Notebook, Chapter 11

  • Posted on August 11, 2021 at 3:06 pm

Note: It’s been a while, but we finally have a new chapter of “The Notebook,” the continuing daughter/stepmother saga from site friend Ebo. If you’re new to this story, do yourself a solid and read the first ten chapters. If you’ve followed the tale, please consult the Chapter Links to recap.

by Ebo

Dana woke up and reached for Penny, only to find empty air. Still half asleep, she wondered why her stepmother wasn’t in bed next to her. As the last cobwebs of sleep fell away, she remembered Penny hadn’t slept here last night. Or, the night before.

These last couple of nights, Dana has tossed and turned, unable to get to sleep easily. She has gotten used to having Penny’s warm body in bed with her. Alone in her bed now that her father was in town, Dana felt out of sorts without her.

Pulling her spare pillow to her nose, Dana inhaled the faint scent of her stepmother’s shampoo that still lingered. Smiling, she thought, Penny always smells good.

The scent of the woman only made Dana miss her more. It’s only been four days, and it already seemed like forever since she has lain in the woman’s arms. Dana had known she was smitten with Penny, but just how much she discovered when her dad got off the plane. Penny was like a drug, and Dana was feeling the withdrawal symptoms bad.

Sighing, Dana pushed the pillow away and reminded herself, Dad will be back in Tokyo in a couple of days. Things will be back to normal then.

Dana shook her head, thinking what felt ‘normal’ now was anything but normal. Still, she couldn’t deny that sharing a bed with Penny has become a routine in the months since her dad first went to Tokyo. Her dad being in town was like a rock in the flow of the life she and Penny have been living in his absence.

She felt a twist of guilt, realizing she wanted her father to hurry up and go back to Japan. She felt another when she thought about the reason why. Dana wanted Penny to herself again. Guilt gave way to a bit of jealousy because her dad got to wake up next to Penny instead of her.

“God,” Dana thought, throwing off the covers, “I’m a mess.”

Slipping into her robe, she padded to her dresser and opened her unmentionables drawer. She had only intended to grab some clean underwear before taking a shower, but she started thinking about the vibrator she had stashed under her bras and panties. Biting her lip, she wondered if the shower would be loud enough to cover the buzzing of the toy.

If I keep it on low, it should be, Dana thought, digging it out of its hiding spot. She put it in the pocket of her robe, then closed the drawer.

In the bathroom, she stripped out of her robe and started the shower going. Fishing the vibrator out of her robe, she turned the knob to low. The rush of water completely swallowed any noise the toy was making, so she cranked it up another setting. Still, it wasn’t loud enough to draw attention. On its medium speed, the vibrator was more than enough for Dana.

“Perfect,” she said out loud. She turned it off, setting it on the lip of the bathtub.

Stepping under the spray, she sighed. The hot water felt amazing as it pelted her young body. She stood underneath it a moment, letting it wash away the last of a restless night. Fully awake and her nerve endings alive, Dana reached for the vibrator.

She didn’t have a lot of time for foreplay, but, luckily at her age, she didn’t need much to get in the mood. Just doing this while her dad was home was enough. A little bit of risk could be exciting, especially for Dana. This was something she had learned about herself recently, and she shivered thinking about Forest Overlook.

Biting her lip to keep quiet, Dana turned the knob on the toy up halfway and pressed it against her bud. The vibrations were intense, spreading through her body like a wildfire in a flush of excitement. She bit down harder as the first moan tried to escape her. She managed to muffle it, if not completely contain it.

She had been worried about the noise the vibrator made, but not the ones she was making. With her dad out of the house, she hadn’t had to keep quiet lately. Now, she was struggling with her excitement. Those little sounds of enjoyment were hard to wrangle in, kept wanting to escape. It took all the concentration she could muster- which wasn’t much with the toy distracting her- to keep them as low as possible.

There was a little radio on the back of the toilet, and she kicked herself for not thinking to turn it on. Too late to do it now, she would just have to hope the shower would make enough noise to cover up the ones she was making.

It didn’t use to be this hard. I used to masturbate all the time when Dad was home, Dana thought, then with a little smile, but I am out of practice. I haven’t needed to do it myself in a while.

That led to thoughts of Penny, and Dana wished her stepmother was here now. They had done it in the shower more than a couple of times, and the memory of Penny all wet and soapy was enough to kick her already racing pulse up a few notches. They had taken turns with the soap, washing each other. As far as foreplay went, it was both exciting and hygienic at the same time.

Just good, clean fun, Dana thought, smiling at the joke. That was what Penny had called it as they toweled off afterward. Some of the things they did in the shower, Dana thought she could argue the ‘clean’ part. There was no denying it was fun, though.

Dana pushed Penny from her mind. Daydreaming about her stepmother’s lovely body only made her miss the woman more. She didn’t see the point in torturing herself.

Closing her eyes, she let the plot of her new story play out in her head. She was already seven pages into writing it, having spent a lot of yesterday with her kitten notebook on her knees. Without Penny to distract her, she was finally getting some work done. It was long overdue. Some of her readers were beginning to wonder about her well-being. She was touched by their concern and a bit ashamed about leaving them without a new story for so long. Even when her father left for work, again, she intended to put more effort into writing.

The vibrator made it impossible to focus on the small details of the story, so she focused on the broad strokes of the storyline. More specifically, she started working on the naughty bits she hasn’t made it to in the story yet. As usual, she tried to keep the sex in her story as realistic as possible. Girls in middle school didn’t have a bunch of sex toys or a proclivity toward the kinkier sex acts, so she was somewhat limited to what her characters did on the page.

Well, most middle school-aged girls don’t have a bunch of sex toys, Dana thought, grinning, They just aren’t lucky enough to have a kinky stepmother.

On the spectrum of experience, Dana figured she was way ahead on the curve. Sex was starting to be a regular topic at school, usually talked about in hushed tones with a lot of giggling. Through half-heard conversations, Dana knew some of her classmates had dabbled some, mostly first and second base stuff, with the occasional adventuresome hand job thrown in for good measures. Since that first time with Penny, Dana had been all the way around the bases multiple times… Sometimes multiple times in one day.

Dana tried to avoid joining in these conversations because she thought she had a bit too much information to share. She didn’t want anyone wondering why she knew so much about sex.

God, the things I could tell them, Dana thought, amused at the mental image of a gaggle of girls staring at her wide-eyed as she told them about all the joys of sex.

Dana let the vibrator slip lower, eased it inside of her. She could feel the vibrations all through her body, and her knees got a little weak as she pressed the toy against that magic spot deep inside. The waves of pleasure that rocked her were almost too much to bear. Her free hand went to her mouth as an unrestrained cry escaped her slack mouth. She tried to hold them all in, but even her hand couldn’t completely muffle the sounds she was making.

She focused on the lovely sensations washing through her young body, trying to finish before her cries got away from her entirely. The vibrator was hitting just the right spot, and she didn’t think that would be a problem. Her fingers dug into her cheek as she started to come. Try as she might, she couldn’t hold all of her excitement in, and Dana could only hope she did enough as the orgasm shook her. The vibrator had her jerking like it was a live wire, and she pulled it out in a hurry. She could still feel it, even after it was gone, her hips still moving like it was still inside of her.

It took her a moment to regain some sort of composure, the delicious pleasure coursing through her short-circuiting her brain. Eventually, she realized the vibrator was still buzzing in her hand, and she was just swaying on unsteady legs under the shower. With a sheepish grin, she twisted the knob, turning it off. She set it on the edge of the tub and reached for her body wash.

Not sure how long she had been in the shower already, she figured she should hurry. The last thing she needed was for her father to wonder why she was taking so long. The actual washing only took her five minutes, and then she was cranking the water off and reaching for her towel.

Dried off, she reached into her robe pocket and quickly realized she had forgotten to bring panties. Distracted by the vibrator, she had completely missed the whole reason she had opened the drawer in the first place. She laughed at herself as she slipped into her robe. She made sure to tie it a little tighter.

Clearing the steamy mirror, she did her hair and makeup. She didn’t need a lot of help in either department, so it didn’t take her long to finish this part of her morning routine.

Back in her bedroom, she let the robe drop and went to her dresser for panties and a bra. She buried the vibrator deep, disturbing the layer of panties on top. She smiled when she saw some of the lingerie Penny had bought for her to wear mixed in with some of the more age-appropriate underwear. With her dad out of town, she had opted for convenience instead of hiding it. She needed it enough to warrant the risk.

She ran her fingers over some of the silk and lace variety but pulled some cotton panties out to wear to school instead. She might have worn some of the more risque lingerie just for the thrill of if she didn’t have gym class third period. The girls in the locker room might have questions if they saw her in any of the naughty things Penny had bought for her. She laughed at the mental image of their eyes wide and jaws on the floor.

We switched out classes next month, she thought, her heart beating a little faster, no more gym class.

The thought of wearing sexy lingerie to school sent a naughty shiver up her spine. It probably wouldn’t show under her clothes, but she’d know. That little bit of danger would definitely spice up an otherwise dull school day. And if she wore a skirt…

Another shiver worked up her spine. Chewing on her lip, she wondered if she was brave enough to do it, to wear stockings and one of her matching thong and bra sets with a skirt to school. She knew it would be a bad idea, that it would be a distraction from her studies. It would be hard to concentrate when she was worried if the lacy top of her nylons were peaking from the bottom of her skirt.

She was still chewing on the idea as she picked out the rest of her clothes for the day. With a dusting of snow still on the ground, she decided on some boots, jeans, and a sweater. She’d need her coat, too.

As ready as she was going to get for a day at school, she headed downstairs for some breakfast. She found Penny sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee. Dana didn’t see her dad anywhere, even when she poked her head into the laundry nook, then the living room, again.

“What are you looking for?” Penny asked.

Noticing Penny giving her a funny look, Dana said, “Dad.”

“He had to run into the office for a minute,” Penny said.

“Oh?” Dana said, perking up.

Laughing, Penny said, “He said he was only going to be twenty minutes… fifteen minutes ago.”

“Damn,” Dana said.

“Language,” Penny said, but she was smiling. She took Dana’s hand and pulled her onto her lap for a kiss before saying, “you have school, anyway.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dana said, sighing.

“Besides, your dad is going back to Tokyo Sunday,” Penny said.

“It’s a good thing, too… I’ve almost killed the batteries in my vibrator,” Dana said, playfully.

Snorting in surprise, Penny said, “We have more if you need them.”

“I might,” Dana said, kissing her again, “going to need some fresh ones for Sunday, anyway.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, her voice husky with excitement, “now, get out of here and give me a minute to compose myself.”

Laughing, Dana got off her stepmother’s lap and went to the cupboard to grab a package of Pop-Tarts, then the fridge for a bottle of orange juice. Her breakfast in hand, she leaned against the sink and opened the foil wrapper on the breakfast pastry.

“Do you want your old laptop back?” Dana asked, taking a bite.

“That’s okay,” Penny said, then laughed, “it should have been retired a long time ago. In fact, it was before you needed it.”

“My old laptop is going to be my new hideaway,” Dana said.

“Just be sure to do a factory reset on it- the snooper program is still installed,” Penny said.

“I already did,” Dana said, laughing when Penny gave her a look, “what?”

“You already did?” her stepmother asked.

Shrugging, Dana said, “The internet said it was the only way to get rid of unwanted programs.”

“Did it, now?” Penny said, shaking her head.

“Making the Mom in you nervous?” Dana teased.

“A little,” Penny said, but she was smiling, “you are a bit more clever than you used to be.”

“Getting caught once will do that to you,” Dana said, remembering the awkward conversation with Penny when the woman found out what sort of websites she had been frequenting. That particular exchange had ended pretty amazingly, but she didn’t want to try her luck again.

Laughing, Penny said, “I guess it would. Just a heads up, I’m installing the program on your new laptop. The one your dad bought you.”

“You think Dad is feeling guilty about being away?” Dana asked, smiling playfully, “he bought you and me new laptops… Nice ones, too.”

“Bought himself one, too,” Penny said, then snorted, “I think he just noticed the raise money in the bank account.”

“Are we rich?”

“No,” Penny said, laughing, “but, as Daffy Duck would say, we are comfortably well off.”

“So now would be a good time to ask for a raise in my allowance?”

“Your dad already bumped it up,” Penny said.

“Really?” Dana said, surprised, “Are you sure Dad isn’t feeling guilty?”

“Maybe a little,” Penny admitted.

“He comes home when he can,” Dana said, opening her orange juice.

He came home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, a few weekends in between. He has been racking up the frequent flier points, traveling from Tokyo back to the States. Add to that a bunch of phone calls and Face Time and Dana didn’t think he had a reason to feel guilty. He was trying to put in an appearance.

Taking a sip of her coffee, Penny said, “Maybe you could say something…”

“Let him off the hook?” Dana teased.

“Something like that,” Penny laughed.

***

“… I know I said Sunday, but…. something’s come up.”

Dana paused with one sleeve in her coat, her eyes going to the kitchen. Her dad had come home while she was in her bedroom getting her backpack. She had heard his voice when she came downstairs, so she had known he was back from the office. She had intended to put it on her coat, then tell him goodbye before heading to the bus stop, but something in his voice caught her attention before she could finish putting it on.

“Is everything… okay?” Penny asked, concern clear in her voice.

Dana’s frown deepened because Penny seemed to be picking up the same tone she was. She might have written it off if her stepmother hadn’t heard it, too. Penny was sharp as a tack and could read her father like an open book. Dana trusted Penny’s instincts implicitly in such matters. If she thought something was wrong, then Dana knew she should be concerned, too.

Moving closer to the kitchen, she listened intently.

“Yeah, of course,” her father said, a little too quickly.

“It’s just… you seem a little… harried,” Penny said.

“I know,” he said, sighing, “I just have to get back to Tokyo. Tonight, if possible.”

“Why the rush?” Penny asked, which was the question Dana wanted to know, too.

When he arrived in town on Monday, her father had said he was staying for a week because things were finally settling into place in Tokyo. At dinner that first evening, he had told them about the company and his work overseas. Dana had tried to follow along, but his story was pretty dry and full of technical jargon she didn’t completely understand. Mostly, what she had gotten from the conversation was things were going according to plan.

Now, her dad was talking about having to hurry back to Japan a full two days early. He had been in good spirits all week but sounded out of sorts now. What had happened at the office to spur this sudden change of plans? And why did he sound so harried, like Penny had said? Dana thought it was the perfect word for the rushed tone in his voice. Harried. Stressed out and put upon.

“Just some accounting stuff I need to take care of,” he said dismissively.

“You can’t walk someone through it over the phone?” Penny asked.

Another good question. Her dad had done just that a few times since they picked him up at the airport, his laptop on his knees and his cell phone on speaker. Why not this time?

“I-I need to do it in person,” he said, sounding a little perturbed by the continued questioning, “could you pack my stuff while I book a flight?”

“Um, sure,” Penny said, sounding reluctant to let the conversation go.

“Thanks, Hon.”

Her dad hurried out of the kitchen, didn’t seem to notice Dana standing by the couch as he almost ran up the stairs. Penny followed close behind him, the kitchen phone in her hand. She stood in the archway, frowning after her husband. After a moment, her stepmother did notice her, coming up short when she saw the look on Dana’s face. It only took a second for Penny to realize that Dana had overheard the exchange in the kitchen.

“Why is Dad going back to Tokyo?” Dana asked.

“He’s… He’s got something he needs to take care of,” Penny said, putting on a smile that didn’t quite reach her troubled eyes.

“Did he say what it was?”

“No, but I’m sure it’s important,” Penny said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “You need to get to the bus stop.”

“Um, yeah,” Dana said, hesitating. She didn’t like leaving like this, not knowing what was bothering her father, but Penny was right. Her bus would be at her stop at any minute.

Sensing Dana’s distress, Penny said, “I’ll text you if I figure out what’s up with your dad.”

“Okay,” Dana said, nodding. At least she could check her phone between classes, wouldn’t have to worry all day without knowing what was going on with her dad.

As she walked to the small group of kids waiting on the bus, Dana wondered what could be so important that her dad had to rush back to Tokyo. It probably wasn’t good news, judging by her dad’s state of mind when he got back from the office. Dana realized she didn’t know enough about what her dad was doing in Japan to hazard a guess of what it could be. A little sheepishly, she thought, I really don’t even know what Dad does for a living.

Like the first rays of sunshine peeking through the gloom of early morning, a thought came to Dana as she waited for the bus. Her dad was leaving, going back to Tokyo today. She’d finally have Penny to herself again. She felt a stab of guilt as some of her concern gave way to excitement, but she couldn’t help it.

With an embarrassed smile, Dana realized how bad she had it for her stepmother. It wasn’t just the sex, although it was amazing. She was in love with Penny, hopelessly head over heels in love. Desire had turned to infatuation to genuine feelings for the woman. Some might argue what would a thirteen-year-old girl know about love, but Dana knew how she felt about Penny.

“I love Penny,” Dana whispered, her words swallowed by the din of talking kids. Still, she had put it out in the universe.

Her smile widened some as she thought that Penny was feeling it, too. She knew Penny loved her like a daughter, but Dana thought that affection has changed since Penny found her fuzzy kitten notebook. The maternal instincts were still there but had evolved into something more. The line between stepmother and partner was blurred, but all Dana needed to know was that Penny loved her as both.

Dana wondered how Penny would react if she told her that she loved her. She told Penny she loved her all the time, true, but that she loved her, loved her this time. The difference was both small and gigantic at the same time, Dana thought. Would Penny say it back if she took the time to make the distinction? Would she mean it the same way Dana did?

Chewing on her lip, Dana wasn’t sure if she was ready to tell her stepmother how deep her feelings ran. God, she wanted to but was afraid that Penny didn’t feel the same. She didn’t think her heart could take it if she had misread the depth of Penny’s affection.

Maybe on Valentine’s Day, Dana thought, still worrying at her lower lip, buy her some flowers and tell her how much I love her.

The romantic in her loved the idea, even if it scared her to death. The rest of the ride to school, she found herself making plans. Scared or not, she realized she intended to tell Penny how she felt, come what may February fourteenth.

***

“Hi.”

Her lips still tingling from the kiss Penny had given her as soon as she walked through the door, Dana husked, “Hi. I take it Dad managed to get a flight.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, helping Dana out of her backpack.

“Did he ever tell you why he had to go?” Dana asked.

“Not really,” Penny said, unzipping Dana’s coat, “just that he had to fix something in person.”

“Why in person?” Dana asked.

Sighing, Penny said, “I don’t know. I couldn’t get a straight answer out of him.”

“Huh,” Dana said, remembering how her dad had sidestepped Penny’s questions this morning. She guessed Penny didn’t get any more information from him after she left for school.

“He said he’d call tomorrow since it would be late tonight when he gets in,” Penny said, helping Dana the rest of the way out of her coat, “maybe he’ll be more talkative, then.”

“He was acting kind of weird, right?” Dana said.

“Yeah,” Penny said, frowning, “on edge.”

“Was he like that before he went into the office?” Dana asked.

“No,” Penny said, shaking her head, “he was in a good mood, talking about what he had planned for the day.”

“Something must have happened at the office,” Dana said.

“Seems that way.”

“What do you think it could be?” Dana said.

“I have no idea,” Penny said, shrugging, “and there’s no point speculating on it tonight. Go get cleaned up. We are going out to dinner.”

“We are?”

Smiling at her, Penny said, “It is date night, isn’t it?”

“You want to go out tonight?” Dana asked, a little surprised.

“Honestly,” Penny said, sighing, “the last thing I want to do is sit around the house worrying and wait for your dad to call tomorrow. Besides, I haven’t gotten to see you in your new dress yet.”

“Okay,” Dana said, thinking Penny was right about needing a distraction, and date night fit that bill perfectly.

When Penny had first suggested they have a date night every Friday while her father was out of town, Dana hadn’t been sure she was serious, but she had been. They had been out on a dozen dates or so already. More if they counted just going out to dinner, but Dana only thought of the ones where they dressed up and had to go to the next town over to avoid questions from their neighbors as ‘dates’.

As a result of those dates, Dana had six dresses tucked into the back of her closet that would have sent her dad’s blood pressure through the roof if he knew she wore them in public. Smiling, she thought the dresses were the reason they couldn’t just go to a restaurant here in town. They were a little too short or a little too clingy for a girl her age. Penny didn’t want to have to explain to the other mothers why she let Dana out of the house dressed like that. Especially since it was Penny who bought the first one for her.

The other five, she had picked out herself. In the spirit of the little black dress Penny had bought, these dresses were a bit more adventuresome than a middle school girl should wear, and shopping for them had given her a thrill.

That included the one Penny wanted Dana to wear for her tonight. Delayed in transit, the dress had arrived the day after her dad had arrived in town instead of the Thursday before. She had found it stuffed under her pillow- where Penny had hidden it after finding the package on the doorstep- when she got home from school. She and Penny had shared a laugh when her father wasn’t around, Penny mimicking wiping a nervous sweat from her brow.

Dana had figured it would next Friday before she got the chance to wear it. It looked like it would be tonight instead. She gave Penny one more lingering kiss before slipping out of her arms to run upstairs to get ready.

She went straight to her closet, moving her day-to-day clothes aside so she could pull her new date night dress off the rack. She smiled at the white off-the-shoulder dress as she laid it out on her bed. It was short and tight and definitely not meant for a middle schooler, but it still fit her like a dream because it was imported from China.

“God bless the Chinese tailors,” Dana said, still looking at the dress.

Remembering the shoes she had bought to go with it, she retrieved them from the darkest corner of her closet. More so than the dress, she thought they would have made her dad stroke out if he saw them. With five-inch heels, they were the most daring shoes she owned.

Wearing the shoes and dress, she was sure to get some disapproving looks. Well, not her but Penny. Grinning, she thought, which is why we have to leave town — so I can wear them. Penny is okay with being judged by strangers, but not the people she knew.

Personally, Dana didn’t care what they thought. She wore the dresses for Penny, for the look her stepmother got in her eye when she saw her in one of them. Well, that and they made her feel a bit more grown-up than she was.

She went to her dresser, opened her unmentionables drawer. Moving the cotton panties aside, she found a lacy thong and strapless bralette. While she couldn’t wear these to school, she could definitely wear them for date night. Just a little surprise for Penny. Thinking about the chill in the winter air, she added a garter belt and some stockings.

With her clothes laid out, she headed to the bathroom. She quickly shaved her legs, then took a shower. She was humming to herself happily as she stood under the hot water. As rough as the morning had started, this evening was looking up. Dinner with Penny, then back here to presumably fool around. She had a lot to be happy about.

I get to give my poor vibrator the night off, Dana thought.

While playing with her toys- especially with Penny- was fun, but she was craving something more… personal. She wanted to run her hands over Penny’s lovely body, to feel her come under her fingertips. She wanted to press her lips to Penny’s soft skin, to taste the salty sweat on her tongue. She wanted to feel Penny’s body as it moved against hers, the roll of her hips and the delicious pressure on her bud.

Feeling a flush of heat spread across her body that had nothing to do with the hot water, Dana had to laugh. She was getting herself all worked up, just thinking about what would happen later. If she let her thoughts continue down this road, she’d be a horny mess before they even made it to the appetizer course. With a two-hour round trip and a dinner to sit through, she decided she better steer her thoughts down less carnal paths.

They didn’t wander too far, though. Penny was still in them as she thought about Valentine’s Day a few weeks away. All day at school, she had distracted herself with thoughts of telling Penny that she was in love with her. She found herself doing it, again, as she finished her shower.

At this point, she was out of new ideas of how she’d do it and was just recycling her favorites. As a young girl with a vivid imagination and a writer to boot, she had an almost bottomless fount of ideas, but she had finally run it dry on the bus ride home. She had entertained a whole range of options from a romantic dinner to a note asking Penny to be her girlfriend, check yes or no.

She still didn’t know which one she liked the best by the time she was shutting off the water and drying off. With the towel wrapped around her naked body, she cleared the steam from the mirror. She smiled at her reflection, said, “I love Penny.”

She wasn’t telling the girl in the mirror anything she didn’t already know. Smiling, she saw a little corner of the mirror that was still steamed up and made a little heart with hers and Penny’s initials in it. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about leaving it for Penny to see if the woman needed to freshen up before leaving for their date. They shared this bathroom, so it was very possible.

It was another way she could let Penny know her feelings for her had changed, one she hadn’t considered before. Not much in the way of fanfare, but it would get the conversation started. She looked at the heart a long time, so long that a single bead of condensation formed at the bottom point of it and ran down the glass and onto the frame of the mirror.

Finally, she reached out and wiped the evidence of her deepening love for Penny from existence, said out loud, “Not like this. It has to be special.”

Her thoughts were back on Valentine’s Day as she did her hair and makeup. Distracted, it took her a little longer than usual to get ready. Well, that and the fact she always put more effort into it when she was going out with Penny. Most days, she did the bare minimum, but not on date night.

With her makeup done and her hair up, she looked older. Maybe not old enough to be on the arm of a woman Penny’s age, but just maybe old enough to be wearing the dress and heels she had laid out. She didn’t get as many sideways glances as she probably should all dolled up like this and definitely not as many sad shakes of their heads.

If they only knew I was thirteen, Dana thought, breaking out in a smile, and what I intend to wear under the dress… For shame.

With her dad out of town again, she left her towel in the bathroom and walked to her bedroom naked. Amused, she thought there was a lot less laundry when he was away because she and Penny spent a lot of the time naked. This is why the front door was always locked and the curtains drawn. Even doing chores and eating dinner, doing homework and paying the bill, clothing was optional and often opted out of once the need to leave the house was satisfied. Walking around the house naked was fun and, more often than not, foreplay.

Then again, everything seemed to end up being foreplay for them.

In her bedroom, Dana slipped into the lingerie, then her dress and shoes. With a quick look in the mirror, she hurried downstairs. Much more practiced in shoes like this, she wasn’t in much danger of turning an ankle, even with heels as tall as these. Dana took pride in the fact that she was getting pretty good at walking in them.

She found Penny at the kitchen counter, tapping away at her phone. Penny didn’t hear Dana come down the stairs, so Dana had a moment to admire her stepmother without her knowing. Wearing a snug red dress that left a lot of her lovely legs bare, Penny looked amazing.

Dana wasn’t surprised Penny looked amazing- the woman would look amazing wearing a potato sack. At least, that was Dana’s opinion. She doubted many people would contest that opinion, though. Penny was beautiful and leggy and was wearing the hell out of her dress.

Maybe her eyes were a little too heavy, or Penny finished what she was doing on her phone, because she suddenly glanced over her shoulder at Dana. Straightening up, she turned and leaned against the island. Her eyes roamed over Dana in her dress, a sexy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

And that’s why I wear stuff like this, Dana thought, loving that smile, that look right there.

“White is a good color for you,” Penny said.

“You think so?” Dana asked, looking down at herself

“You look amazing,” Penny said, the truth of her words reflected in her eyes.

“You, too,” Dana said, smiling at her, “definitely have to leave town, wearing that.”

“I couldn’t get any reservations out of town,” Penny said, putting her phone back in her purse.

Frowning, Dana asked, “So we aren’t going out?”

“I didn’t say that,” Penny said, smiling at her, “we’ll just have to risk it here in town.”

“What will the neighbors say?” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “I don’t care.”

“Really?” Dana asked, surprised.

Penny crossed the room and pulled Dana into her arms. With a playful smile, she said, “I figure you are almost at that age when you start being rebellious. If they have something to say, I’ll just sigh wearily and say, ‘teenagers…what can you do?’ You’d be surprised how much slack you can get playing the teenager card. Especially if you are a stepmother.”

“Think they’ll buy it?” Dana asked, amused.

“The Dillinger girl is pregnant, and the Allistar boy up the street is in juvie for stealing cars… You are still a straight-A student, even if your shoes are a little too tall and your dress too short for your age… At least you are wearing pantyhose under it, so yeah. I think I’d get a pass.”

“Pantyhose… right,” Dana said, grinning.

Her eyes flashing with interest, Penny said, “Well, pantyhose as far as they know. I take it you are wearing something sexy under this dress?”

“Maybe,” Dana said, kissing her, “you’ll just have to find out later.”

“We could always stay in and get a pizza,” Penny husked.

Laughing, Dana said, “I think we are a little overdressed for pizza.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, grabbing her purse, “let’s go.”

***

“Oh, God.”

Seeing Penny look past her at the entrance to the restaurant, Dana asked, “What is it?”

“Not what,” Penny said, groaning, “who. Teresa Black.”

Snorting, Dana said, “The town gossip.”

It hadn’t been a question, but Penny confirmed it anyway, “The town gossip.”

“You are in for it now,” Dana said, amused.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny,” Penny said.

“Do you have your exasperated sigh ready?” Dana asked, grinning at her, “damn rebellious teenagers.”

“Language,” Penny said, laughing. She was still looking over Dana’s shoulder, said, “She’s talking to the host.”

Looking around, Dana said, “This side of the restaurant is pretty full. Well… except for the table right next to ours.”

“Please… please sit her on the other side of the restaurant,” Penny said, crossing her fingers, “or anywhere but right there.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Did your little prayer work?”

“The host is collecting menus and gesturing…” Penny said, holding her breath. She let it out in a nervous laugh as she said, “she’s leading Teresa the other way.”

Dana gave Penny a weighing look, then asked, “I thought you were ready for this.”

A little sheepishly, Penny said, “I am… but I’d like to ease into it. Maybe deal with one mother at a time. If Teresa sees you, then that’s right out the window. All of them will know about the scandalous dress I’m letting you wear by the end of her dessert course.”

Playfully, Dana said, “I’d be more worried about the shoes.”

“God, those shoes,” Penny said, shaking her head.

“Do you want to try to sneak out of here?” Dana asked.

Penny shook her head, said, “If she sees us, she sees us. Wading in nice and easy would be nice, but a cannonball will work, too.”

“Are you going to yell cannonball if she sees us?” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “I might.”

“Do you really think my dress is scandalous?” Dana asked, changing the subject.

“Love,” Penny said, leaning closer so she could speak softly, “you have no right to look as sexy as you do right now.”

“No right, huh?” Dana asked, smiling at the compliment.

“You turned a few heads when you walked by in that dress,” Penny said, then laughed, “then had them hanging in shame when they realized they shouldn’t be looking.”

“Hanging their head in shame, huh?” Dana asked, meeting Penny’s eyes as she took a sip of her Coke. She saw Penny had caught the playful tone behind the question.

“You know I think you are irresistible,” Penny said, smiling at her, “and I’m over being ashamed of that.”

“Good,” Dana said, winking at her, “hate to think I wore this dress for nothing.”

“Oh, it definitely isn’t going to be for nothing,” Penny said, looking like she really wanted to kiss Dana. She sat back in her chair before she could do just that. Clearing her throat, she said, “We better change the subject before someone notices how bad I want to kiss you.”

Her heart skipping a beat in her chest, Dana said, “Right.”

“How’s school?” Penny said, still struggling with her composure, “you have half-year tests coming up soon, don’t you?”

“Next week,” Dana said, nodding, “then we start new classes.”

“Excited?” Penny asked.

“Sure,” Dana said dryly.

Laughing, Penny said, “Such enthusiasm.”

“At least I won’t have gym class anymore,” Dana said, smiling. She wondered if she should tell Penny about her plans to wear some of her more adventuresome lingerie once she didn’t have to change in front of the other girls anymore. Penny’s kinky side and her maternal one might be at odds with that bit of information.

Maybe catching something in her tone or seeing her smile, Penny asked, “Is that important?”

Leaning closer, Dana said, “I-“

She was interrupted by the waiter arriving with their food. She sat back, her cheeks a little hot at what he had almost overheard. Again, she was reminded how risky being out in public like this with Penny was. It wasn’t even the sexy banter, but just how they were around each other now that they were sleeping together. Anyone paying attention might notice their conversation was a bit more intimate than that of a stepmother and daughter- too much smiling and too much eye contact.

As they waited for their food, Dana looked around the restaurant. She was relieved to see the other guests were actively engaged in their own conversations and meals, paying her and Penny no mind. Still, Dana felt self-conscious, exposed. It was both disconcerting and exciting, the danger of what they were doing.

When the waiter left with his empty tray, Penny asked, “You were saying?”

“Um, never mind,” Dana said, taking a sip of her drink.

“I take it you were about to say something naughty before our waiter showed up,” Penny said, meeting Dana’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Dana admitted.

Penny looked at her for a long moment, the gears turning behind her eyes. Dana thought she was trying to guess why she was excited about not having gym class anymore. The woman’s eyes suddenly widened, and Dana knew she had figured it out. She offered stepmother a little shrug and a smile.

“I take it the cotton panties we bought you for the school year aren’t going to get much use,” Penny said, taking a bite of her food.

“Probably not,” Dana said, smiling, “what’s the point of having cute underwear if you can’t wear it?”

“True,” Penny said, then snorted, “I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to tell you not to wear them to school.”

“But you aren’t going to,” Dana finished.

“I just know by the time you get home from school, you’ll be more than ready for me to get you out of them,” Penny said, her voice low.

“Yeah, but that’s true of any panties I might be wearing,” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “This conversation is turning blue, again.”

“It’s been almost a week,” Dana said, holding Penny’s eyes.

“I know,” Penny said, smiling at her, “believe me, I know.”

With a smile of her own, Dana said, “I think there is half a cheesecake in the fridge… You know, if you want to skip dessert.”

Penny laughed, “Okay. The lava cake is to die for here, though.”

***

Dana went to the candles she had placed around her room, lighting them. The light of their flickering flames was more subdued than the overhead lights. After the quiet dinner with Penny, Dana was craving romance, so the candles were perfect. She smiled as Penny hit the light switch, and the shadows got longer, dancing and capering across the walls.

“You almost need new candles,” Penny said, crossing the room to her.

Slipping into her arms, Dana said, “I like making love by candlelight. It’s more… more sensual, I guess. Romantic.”

“I agree,” Penny said, kissing her, “and I think we could use a little romance after the morning we had.”

Dana smiled, thinking she and Penny were on the same page again. More often than not, they were, knowing what the other needed without a word being spoken. Even the first time, they had gotten on well together, their desires perfectly in line. In the last three months, that intimate connection has only deepened.

Penny stepped out of her heels, so Dana didn’t have to crane her neck to kiss her. Suddenly eye to eye with her stepmother, Dana smiled at her, kissed her deeply. Almost a week since the last time they were together, passion got the better of them. The kiss was like the first drops of rain after a drought, and, like two flowers in need of watering, they soaked it up. They were both breathing heavily by the time they had to come up for air.

“Help me with my zipper,” Penny husked.

Smiling, Dana moved behind Penny. She ran the little zipper down, then ran her hands up Penny’s bare back and under the shoulder straps of the dress. Letting her hands slip forward, then down Penny’s arms, she had her stepmother’s dress half off in one simple move. As Penny shimmied the rest of the way out of it, Dana kissed her bare shoulder, let her hands come up to cup her breasts. Her smile widened as Penny’s breathing quickened at her touch, her nipples stiffening. She teased them until the woman’s back arched, and she moaned thickly.

Dana molded her body to Penny’s back, letting her hands slip down her flanks to the waistband of the tiny panties she wore. Hooking her thumbs in the elastic, she pushed them down as far as she could. Penny shivered as she ran her hand up the inside of her thigh, her fingertips just brushing her skin. Her fingers found Penny’s clit tender and ready. She smiled as Penny’s hips moved with a mind of their own, eager for Dana’s touch.

“Mm, that feels so good,” Penny said, her voice thick with excitement.

“Good enough to make up for skipping dessert?” Dana teased.

“Getting there,” Penny moaned, twisting her body to kiss Dana.

“We probably could have gotten the dessert to go,” Dana said, kissing her again, “I didn’t think about it until we were in the car. I guess I was in a hurry to get back here.”

“Mm,” Penny said, smiling at her, “I was in just as much a hurry as you. I’ve wanted this all week. Wanted you.”

“Am I a horrible daughter because I couldn’t wait for Dad to leave?” Dana asked.

“Maybe,” Penny said, laughing, “but if you are horrible, so am I.”

Dana had caught Penny looking at her with hungry eyes more than once this past week, and she had known the woman was feeling the draw, too. Still, the words made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Knowing someone was feeling it too and having them admit it was a small thing but significant. Dana hugged her stepmother tightly.

Ever since Penny had found her notebook, their conversations had become more and more flirty. Playful and naughty at first, their banter was becoming increasingly lovey-dovey lately. The affection they shared had deepened over the last couple of months. It was the reason Dana thought if she worked up the nerve to tell her stepmother how she felt about her, the woman might say it back.

The words ‘I love you’ were on Dana’s lips, but she didn’t let them slip free. It wasn’t fear of rejection that made her leave the sentiment unvoiced, but the timing. The romantic in her wanted the moment to be right when she finally told Penny she loved her not as a stepdaughter loving a stepmother, but as a girl in love with a woman. While a spontaneous admission of affection appealed to the writer in her, she would wait and make it perfect.

To distract her lips from saying those three words, she focused her attention on her hands, on the feel of Penny’s skin under her fingertips. Luckily, Penny was the perfect distraction, her moans and sighs encouragement for Dana to lose herself in Penny’s lovely body. As familiar as she was with every inch of Penny now, Dana still found her fascinating. Her exploration was just as enthusiastic as it had been that first time.

“God, you are going to make me come already,” Penny said, her excitement unmistakable in her voice.

Even if Penny hadn’t said anything, Dana would have known her stepmother was close. She could always sense when Penny was going to come, knew all the tells. She kept her fingers moving, listening to the escalation of Penny’s cries and feeling the tightening of her body in anticipation of that release of gathered tension. Like a musical piece reaching its crescendo, Penny was at the peak of pleasure. There were no crashing cymbals or stirring strings, just a final cry cut off halfway as the orgasm shook her.

Dana held Penny as she floated on the flood of feel-good juices hitting her bloodstream, let her recover some of her senses in the safety of her arms. She was happy to let Penny bask in the post-orgasm haze. She smiled at the woman as she turned on slightly wobbly legs. Still in Dana’s embrace but facing her now, Penny kissed her deeply.

“You are too good at that,” Penny said, her voice still husky with excitement.

“Sorry,” Dana said, playfully, “I’ll do worse next time.”

“Good,” Penny said, kissing her, “maybe then I’ll be able to uncurl my toes.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Is that such a bad problem to have?”

“Oh, it’s horrible,” Penny said, smiling at her, “soon as I get you out of this dress, I’ll show you just how ‘horrible’ it is.”

“I guess I have it coming after what I did to you,” Dana said playfully.

“Pun intended?” Penny asked, as she slid her fingers under the shoulder straps of Dana’s dress.

“Maybe,” Dana said, as Penny slipped the straps down her arms.

The dress was snug, and she had to wriggle her hips to help Penny remove it. She shivered as Penny’s eyes ran over her nearly naked body, the heat of her gaze like a brush of a flame against her skin. Suddenly warm all over, she shivered again. By the time Penny’s eyes made it back to hers, the woman’s smile took Dana’s breath away. When Penny looked at her and smiled like that, Dana couldn’t restrain herself. She was in the woman’s arms, kissing her before she even had a chance to begin breathing again.

Without breaking the kiss, Penny let her hand slip between them, sliding down Dana’s stomach and onto her girlhood. A week of frustrated desire got the better of her, her body responding instantly to her touch. Dana moaned into Penny’s mouth as her able fingers teased her bud through the lacy material of her thong. Her hips moved with a mind of their own, pushing against Penny’s hand eagerly in response to the lovely thing Penny was doing to her.

Dana would have been happy to continue like this, but when Penny suddenly sank to her knees in front of her, she realized her stepmother had other plans for her. Her breath caught in her throat as Penny’s hand ran up the inside of her thigh, then pulled the panties she wore aside. The flick of Penny’s tongue across her tender bud forced that stale breath from her in a moan.

Although she was much more competent in high heels now, what Penny was doing to her was threatening Dana’s balance. The pleasure Penny’s tongue was sending crashing through her young body had her swaying unsteadily. As reluctant as she was to miss even a moment of the lovely sensation, she knew she was going to need to sit down before she fell down. She took a couple of steps backward, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Still on her knees, Penny crawled over to her. Her hands on Dana’s knees, she pushed her legs open wide and moved between them. She gave Dana a quick but heated kiss before returning to what she had been doing. The lacy thong was pulled aside once more, and Penny’s hot, wet tongue resumed its sweet torture on Dana’s bud. It felt so good Dana knew she had done the right thing by sitting down.

Dana’s back arched, and her fingers clutched at the covers as Penny’s fingers eased inside of her. Penny’s fingertips found that magic spot inside her, and Dana lost any semblance of control of her body. Like a marionette with her strings pulled by Penny, she writhed in ecstasy under the combined manipulations of Penny’s tongue and fingers.

As capable as ever, it didn’t take Penny long to have her dancing on the edge of a climax. The pleasure built and built until it overwhelmed her. She cried out as she surrendered to it, her body jerking like a marionette with its strings tangled.

The orgasm left her dazed and gasping for air. She saw Penny smiling at her, and she managed to say, “I think you got your revenge. I can’t uncurl my toes.”

“Horrible, isn’t it?” Penny asked playfully.

“The worst,” Dana said, her contented tone belying those words.

Penny kissed her deeply, urging her to move further onto the bed. Dana smiled up at her as Penny crawled onto the bed with her. When Penny hooked her fingers in the flimsy thong she wore, Dana lifted off the bed so she could remove it. Still wearing the garter belt, stockings, and strapless bralette, Dana wasn’t surprised when Penny didn’t remove them, too. When she wore lingerie for her stepmother, the woman was never in any hurry to get her out of it. Dana didn’t know if Penny liked the way she looked in it or was turned on by the kinkiness of a girl her age wearing it- maybe a little of both- but there was no denying it got Penny going. Since that was kind of her goal, Dana was more than happy to wear it for her.

That and, if she was being honest, she was turned on by the kinkiness of wearing it, too. She knew the designer of this lingerie hadn’t intended for a thirteen-year-old girl to wear it, which made it taboo. The lace and nylon on her skin were exciting because she knew she was misbehaving. What kid didn’t get a little thrill out of breaking the rules? With the sort of rules Dana was breaking now, the rush was that much more intense. This wasn’t a grounded for a week or even a month infraction, but a never see the light of day until she had a place of her own sort of offense.

The risk was minimal with her dad out of town- and Dana seriously doubted Penny would ground her for this- but it was enough to spice up the night. She had learned this about herself, that a bit of danger was an aphrodisiac.

As Penny nudged her legs open and straddled one of her hips, Dana realized what Penny had in mind. She smiled as Penny’s weight settled onto her, their bodies nested together intimately. The now-familiar way their bodies fit together was still thrilling. If anything, knowing what was about to happen ratcheted up the excitement. Dana anticipated the delicious roll of Penny’s hips, the pleasure that would crash through her with each flex of her own.

Her expectations met, Dana moaned thickly as Penny began to move atop of her. The lovely friction of their bodies grinding together in perfect rhythm, the sexy roll of Penny’s body in the flickering light of the candles, the little sounds of enjoyment filling the air between them… This was the intimacy Dana had craved earlier. Soaking it up, Dana lost herself in Penny, happy to finally be back here after a week apart.

Even as their pace built with their excitement, there was a tenderness to their lovemaking that belied the urgency of their coupling. There was a lot of kissing and touching, eager exploration of each other’s body even as the roll of their hips came faster and harder. Murmured encouragements and heartfelt compliments in breathy whispers were interspersed with the moans and wordless cries as they pushed each other towards higher peaks of ecstasy.

Her body still not completely recovered from the orgasm Penny had given her with her fingers and mouth, Dana was trying to hold off another climax as long as she could. She wanted to come with Penny, wanted them to surrender to the pleasure together. She thought that would be the perfect end to the perfect bout of lovemaking.

She fought the tension building up inside, focused on helping Penny catch up. It was lucky that the woman wasn’t too far behind because the lovely pressure of her stepmother’s body rubbing against hers was making it hard to resist that tension. She didn’t think she could delay it much longer, her body at its breaking point. Her senses bombarded by pleasure, she was helpless to resist as her climax finally broke her will, shaking her to pieces. Even as she lost control, she felt Penny stiffen atop her, was vaguely aware of the woman trembling through her own orgasm.

Still sitting atop her, Penny smiled down at her, husked, “Shit.”

“Yeah,” Dana agreed, smiling back at her, “I needed that.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, getting off of her. She stretched out on her back next to Dana, holding out her arm so Dana could snuggle against her. She gave Dana a lingering kiss before saying, “I needed this, too.”

Content, Dana snuggled tighter against her stepmother.

Penny suddenly started laughing, and she gave Dana a sheepish grin when she raised her head to look at her. She said, “I was just thinking… I might get a good night’s sleep tonight.”

“What?” Dana asked.

“It’s just… I can’t sleep in my own bed anymore,” Penny said, kissing her, “I’ve spent too much time sleeping here… In your arms. This feels… normal now.”

“Oh,” Dana said, feeling all warm and fuzzy as she hugged her stepmother, “I didn’t sleep very well this week, either.”

“This feels normal for you, too?” Penny asked.

Meeting her eyes, Dana said, “It feels right.”

***

Nestled in Penny’s arms, Dana smiled as her stepmother’s breathing slowed, and she began to snore lightly. She waited a little longer, then did something she had wanted to do all evening and night. Hugging the woman tighter, Dana said, “I love you.”

Penny murmured in her sleep but did not awaken. Still, Dana thought her words had made it into Penny’s sleeping thoughts. Satisfied for now, Dana closed her eyes and let sleep take her, too.

To be continued (we hope and pray)…

 

Birds in Flight, Chapter 10

  • Posted on August 5, 2021 at 3:21 pm

By Girl Lover

Mabel gazed in awe at the wondrous, yet unsettling sight of three naked young girls waiting in her bed, instead of the usual two.

Drinking in the sight of Shelly’s undeveloped body, Mabel was surprised to find how quickly her worries were overtaken by a growing lust. She began undressing for the girls, trying to do it as seductively as she was able. When she unclasped her bra and her breasts spilled out, she heard Shelly gasp. Emma whispered, “Told ya.”

Once she was completely nude, Mabel padded over to the bed and sat. “Well, Shelly, since you’re the guest here, what would you like for me to do?”

Shelly didn’t move, just stared at Mabel’s naked body. Finally, Emma asked, “Can you get on your hands and knees?”

“Would you like for me to do that?” Mabel asked Shelly. Shelly gave a small nod, so Mabel positioned herself on all fours. “Now what?” Again, Shelly was like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to respond.

“Shelly,” Emma said, “Get under her like this.” Emma laid down with her head directly under Mabel’s left breast. Seeing this, Shelly arranged herself in a similar way, her face beneath the right breast. Mabel’s breasts hung down far enough that her nipples were touching the girls’ faces. “Take it in your mouth,” Emma told Shelly.

Mabel groaned with delight as she felt one, then two little mouths nursing from her throbbing nipples. In fact, the sight of her friend’s daughter in this position, suckling her breast like a baby, captivated Mabel. “Do you like this, Shelly?” The child nodded. “I like it too,” Mabel cooed, smiling at her new lover.

Little Madison was kneeling behind Mabel, licking her lips as she stared at Gramma’s wet, open pussy. She placed two of her fingers against the opening, then pressed forward, the little girl’s eyes widening in astonishment at how easily they slid inside.

“You’re all hot an’ gooey in here, Gramma,” Madison said, moving her fingers around, getting the feel of the woman’s vagina and liking it.

Mabel couldn’t help but chuckle. She could always count on Madison to say the most adorable things. “That means I’m very excited, honey,” she replied.

Madison’s fingers moved around easily inside Gramma, enough that it had the child wondering if she could get even more in there. She added a third finger, then a fourth, both entering with little effort. Cool! she told herself. Now, what if I did this with my thumb…?

Mabel stiffened as she felt Madison’s entire hand sliding into her cunt, pushing deep inside until the girl had penetrated her right up to the wrist… then she felt that little hand moving around. With the other two girls pleasuring her nipples, Mabel knew she wasn’t going to last long.

Sure enough, within sixty seconds she was groaning loudly, her voice rising to a sharp scream as she came, a gush of warm juice flowing out of her, splashing on Madison.

“She peed on me!” Madison cried out excitedly.

The other two girls slid out from under her, Emma exclaiming, “Hey! Pee on me too, Mabel! And on Shelly!”

Out of breath, Mabel rolled over on her back. Emma immediately pushed her way between the woman’s thighs and began to rub her cunt. “Maybe I can make you pee again, Gramma,” she said,

Propped up against the pillows, Mabel’s breathing was still labored, but she managed to say, “Emma, since Shelly’s our guest, why don’t you show her how to do that.”

“Okay.” Emma moved over and Shelly squeezed in, leaning in close. “Put your fingers in here,” Emma pointed. Nibbling her lower lip, Shelly cautiously poked her index finger into Mabel’s pussy, about an inch deep.

“You can go in a little more, sweetie,” Mabel said.

Shelly penetrated the older woman’s vagina, entering her up to the third knuckle.

“Keep going,” Emma said. “And use more fingers.”

“Will it fit?” Shelly asked, her brow furrowed with concern. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“It’ll fit,” Mabel assured her. “Just go slowly.”

Shelly kept pushing, still wearing a worried expression, until, with a quiet sucking noise, her hand slipped all the way into Mabel’s vagina.

“Omigosh!“ Shelly squealed, eyes wide in astonishment, then she turned to Emma. “Um… now what do I do?”

Emma peered over Shelly’s shoulder. “Just kinda move your hand around some.”

With a quick nod, Shelly did just that. Mabel gasped a shiver racing through her body. Shelly hesitated, but the older woman put the child’s mind at ease “Don’t mind me, dear,” she said “Keep going. You’re — ooooh yes, you’re doing wonderfully.”

Shelly continued to probe Mabel, who leaned back and luxuriated in the movement of the little girl’s hand. Then she felt hands on her breasts, and opened her eyes to see Emma and Madison guiding her nipples into their mouths to suck. She studied the three children, each one making love to her naked body, and thought, I still can’t get over this change in my life. I’ve become a woman who has sex with little girls, for goodness sake! But I’ve never been happier.

She stroked Emma’s and Madison’s bare backs as their little mouths worked at her breasts. “So sweet,” she murmured. “So precious.”

It wasn’t long before she felt herself coming again.

“Hey, she’s doing it!” Shelly cried out excitedly, “There’s all this pee squirting out of her!”

Emma and Madison jumped up and quickly scampered over, looking on in awe as Gramma’s juices coated Shelly’s thrusting arm. The sight of the girls’ awed faces made Mabel come even harder, until she was utterly spent.

“Okay… okay, Shelly,” Mabel gasped, clutching the child’s wrist, “That’s enough. Let me rest a bit.” She used a hand to fan her flushed face. “You can take your hand out, sweetheart… just be careful about it.”

Shelly slowly withdrew her hand. Mabel’s cunt was still tender from the workout she’d just had, and a low moan escaped her lips when Shelly’s knuckles emerged past the vaginal ring. Finally releasing her breath, Mabel fell back into the damp sheets, panting for air.

Emma crawled up to her, “Can you do stuff to us now?”

“Of course I can, child,” Mabel managed to say. “Just give me a minute…”

After a brief rest, Mabel sat up. The girls were nestled together, sharing caresses. Emma had a hand tucked between Shelly’s thighs and was lightly stroking her new friend’s slit.

“Now, my darlings,” Mabel announced, “I’m ready to make love to all three of you.” Giving Shelly a warm smile, she said, “Since you’re our guest, you get to be first.”

“Are you gonna lick her, Gramma?” asked Madison.

“Indeed I am,” Mabel replied. Placing a hand on the child’s bare rump, she lovingly caressed it. “You have a beautiful little bottom, Shelly.”

All three girls cracked up at this remark, then Emma began to sing, “She loves her bot-tom, she loves her bot-tom…”

“Now you gotta kiss it!” Madison cried, clapping her hands with glee.

“I think I’ll do just that,” said Mabel. Gently guiding Shelly onto her back, she spread the little girl’s buttocks open and gave her anus a tender kiss, then licked through her crack a few times. Shelly gave a surprised gasp, while Emma and Madison giggled at the sight of Gramma putting her tongue in their friend’s bottom hole.

A moment later, Mabel turned Shelly back over, nestled between the child’s thighs and kissed her sex lovingly, then covered it with her mouth, sucking at the baby-smooth cleft.

Madison whispered to Shelly, “This is the thing she does that feels really, really good.”

Shelly shrugged. “It feels… kinda weird.”

Emma grinned. “Just wait. You’ll see!”

So Shelly lay back, gazing at Mabel, not knowing what to expect. All she knew was that Emma and Madison had told her that getting licked down there was the best feeling in the world. It mostly felt wet, like when she washed herself in the bathtub. Okay, it did feel sort of relaxing, like having your tummy stroked.

Closing her eyes, Shelly pressed her head back into the pillows as a warm, tingly feeling began to make itself known between her legs. She jerked as a sensitive spot was touched, somewhere deep inside. What it was, she didn’t know… but she didn’t care, either, because Mabel’s caressing tongue was starting to feel really good. Shelly’s heart began to race, her breathing grew deeper…

“Did you get the good feeling yet?” Madison blurted out, startling Shelly. Her eyes flew open.

Mabel raised her head. “Shhh, Madison,” she said, then returned to her work, exploring the little girl’s slit with her mouth.

The first time she’d gone down on Emma and Madison, Mabel had been somewhat uncertain about committing such a lewd act, but she did want to make the girls happy. Now, she loved everything about eating pussy — the sensuality of the act itself, the heady scent of female arousal, the warmth, the wetness, the rich, tangy taste. And the sounds of a little girl in ecstasy, she told herself as Shelly began to moan. Mustn’t forget that.

Those little jolts were racing through Stacy again, making her shiver. Suddenly craving more, she instinctively reached out to grasp Mabel’s head, holding it firmly against her vulva.

Oh my, Mabel thought. She’s really enjoying this.

Wielding her tongue like a paintbrush, Mabel continued to lick at Shelly’s cunt until she began to feel the girl’s hips pushing forward and back against her. Shelly was actually humping her mouth! Mabel trailed the tip of her tongue up to the top of Shelly’s vulva, seeking her clitoris.

It only took a few flicks of the tongue before Shelly suddenly went completely still, her body iron-rigid. Her hips froze in mid-thrust, her face scrunched up. Her voice rose to a wild cry, then she went completely limp, her chest heaving.

“Is she okay?” Madison asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Yes,” Mabel replied, “It’s a lot to handle and it wore her out. You do the same thing yourself when you come, sweetheart.”

“I do?”

Both of you do. No, no — let her rest.” Mabel licked her lips, savoring that last hint of Shelly’s flavor, then smiled at her adopted granddaughters. “All right, now… who wants to be next?”

Madison cried, “I do! I do!”

“No, do me first!” Emma insisted.

Mabel thought for a moment, then said, “Tell you what. Let’s see if we can all do something together.”

“How do we do that?” asked Madison.

Moving over to the end of the bed, Mabel stretched out on her side. “Madison, why don’t you come over here,” Madison crawled over and lay down by her head. “Turn more this way, sweetie. Now, Emma lay over here.”

Getting into position, Emma pointed out, “We’re in a circle.”

“Yes, Emma. Now we can all make love to each other at the same time, you see.”

“Huh. That’s pretty cool,” Emma declared.

Mabel gently spread Madison’s legs open, so that her pussy was bared, then began to kiss it. She licked the bare slit a few times, then noticed that Madison was still watching her. “Sweetheart, don’t you want to make love to Emma?”

Madison shook her head. “I’d rather do stuff to you.”

“I understand, dear, but I think Emma would really appreciate it if you would play with her.”

“You gotta play with my butt,” Emma teased her.

“I’m gonna whack your butt,” Madison countered.

Mabel rolled her eyes. They’re just kids, after all. “Come on, girls…, let’s get back to what we were doing.”

“What are you doing?” Shelly asked, now sitting up.

“Oh, you’re awake,” said Mabel. “Well, you might as well join in. Emma, scoot over a little so Shelly can move in between you and Madison.”

Shelly got herself in place, then asked, “Now what?”

“Watch me. I’ll show you what to do.”

Mabel gave Madison’s pussy a tender kiss. Shelly copied this, kissing Emma’s slit. “Do you remember how good it felt when I did this to you?” Mabel asked Shelly, who gave a bashful nod. “Well, it will feel just as good to Emma. While you lick her you can also use your fingers to touch her inside there… Be gentle, now… There you go, just like that.”

Returning to Madison, Mabel began to go down on her, which distracted the child from what she was supposed to be doing to Shelly. Lost in the good feelings she was getting from Gramma’s tongue, Madison rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide apart, fully exposing her bare slit.

Amused by the child’s enthusiasm, Mabel covered Madison’s sex with her mouth, loving how the smoothness of it felt against her lips. She pressed her tongue into the snug opening, sending a little shiver through the girl’s thin frame.

“Ooh, I like that!” Madison cried. “Do it again.” Mabel did; absolutely loving the little girl, wanting to give her every pleasure imaginable.

Their oral chain was broken, with no one to lick Shelley, but Mabel just shrugged and continued to pleasure little Madison. At least Shelly’s already had hers, she reasoned. If she needs to come again, I’ll take care of that myself.

Meanwhile, Emma, meanwhile, was attending to Mabel’s cunt, thrilled as always by how hot and wet it felt against her face. She wanted to make Mabel squirt some more, and worked hard to realize that goal, licking and sucking Gramma’s pussy with everything she had.

Mabel was amused by the little girl’s all-out effort to make her come, unaware that after her last orgasm, she was done for the moment. Still, Emma’s licking did feel very nice.

As for Shelly, she seemed to be thoroughly intrigued by Emma’s pussy. Out of the corner of her eye, Mabel could tell that Shelly was watching what she did to Madison, mimicking the woman’s every move as she pleasured Emma with her tongue and fingers.

Suddenly Emma told Shelly, “Ooh, yeah — do that again.”

“This?” Shelly moved her finger.

“No.”

“Hmmm,” Shelly twirled her finger around inside Emma’s vagina, searching.

“Ooooooh yeah! There! Right there!” Emma blurted. Shelly worked her finger back and forth, causing Emma to cry out, “Hey! That tickles!”

“Keep doing that,” Mabel instructed Shelly, “It will make her feel wonderful.”

“Gramma?!” Madison cried out in a tiny pleading voice, “Please touch me some more.”

“Oh, I’m sorry dear,” Mabel apologized, quickly going back to bathing Madison’s pussy cleft, like a mother cat licking her kittens clean. It was a marvelous experience, loving this sweet child with her mouth, hearing the blissful sounds of pleasure that Madison made, feeling her cute little bottom wriggle with each swipe of the tongue.

“Oh… oh, Gramma… I can… I can f-feel it…” the girl stuttered.

“I know, dear,” Mabel replied, briefly raising her head, then got back to work. As she traced Madison’s slit with the tip of her tongue, Mable reached up to lightly pinch the child’s tiny nipples.

Madison’s coos stopped and she grew very still. Mabel watched the little girl’s face become red from strain as her entire body tensed up. Then she suddenly exhaled the breath she’d been holding, sinking back into the sheets. Mabel crawled up to lie beside Madison, lovingly stroking the young nymph’s cheek as she rested.

My God, Mabel told herself, I am so in love with this child. Emma, too. And, yes, Shelly. How could it have taken me so long to realize how beautiful, how perfect little girls are?

Gramma,” called a pouting Emma, “Shelly’s not doing it as good as you do.”

“Now, you be polite to our guest, Emma,” Mabel said, frowning slightly. Shelley’s new to this, remember… she just needs practice.”

“Um… I’m not sure how to hold my mouth,” Shelly said, raising her head.

Mabel rose to her feet. “I think I know something that can help.” Padding into the bathroom, she soon emerged with her electric toothbrush. Turning it on and handing it to Shelly, she said, “Try touching her with this.” Shelly looked first at the toothbrush, then back at Mabel, puzzled. “The bristles on the brush. Touch them to her,” Mabel added.

Moving cautiously, Shelly grazed Emma’s smooth sex with the vibrating bristles. Emma gave a slight jump, crying, “Oooh!”

Shelly grinned, touching the toothbrush to Emma again. The reaction she got was so intense that  Shelly went a little crazy with the brush, moving it all over her friend’s pussy. Emma gritted her teeth, the girl’s hands opening and closing ast the sensations grew stronger and stronger. Finally, a long, loud moan escaped Emma’s lips, she trembled all over, then clumsily pushed Shelly’s hands away, pleading, “Stop! Stop!” Her eyes were wide open, and she gasped for breath.

Wooow,” Shelly said, thoroughly impressed.

Once she got her strength back, Emma sat up and plucked the electric toothbrush from Shelly’s hands, “Now I’m gonna do that to you!” she exclaimed, her eyes ablaze with excitement.

“Wait,” Shelly said. Drawing close, she whispered something in Emma’s ear.

“Okay… yeah!” Emma replied with an eager nod. The girls both turned to Mabel, smiling mischievously as they drew closer to her.

***

As Jill came out of the bathroom and flipped out the light, a high-pitched yelp came from down the hall.

“Was that Gramma?” Linda asked.

“Yeah. I don’t even want to imagine what they’re doing to her. I think she bit off more than she can chew with those three.”

Linda was lying on her side, the blanket pulled up, leaving her face peeking out. Kneeling down so she was eye to eye with her little lover, Jill asked teasingly, “Are you naked under there?”

“Look and see,” Linda said, giggling with delight

Jill lifted the blanket and peered underneath. Sure enough, the girl was naked, her body curled up.

“Are you cold?” Jill asked quietly. Linda nodded. “Do you want me to keep you warm?” Linda nodded again, her smile getting bigger. Rising to her feet, Jill gazed into Linda’s bright, hopeful eyes as she undressed.

This was Jill’s favorite part of the day. Night had fallen, and she and Linda were on their own with nothing that needed doing, with plenty of time to make love. Once again, Jill mused about how much she adored this sweet, gentle child of ten.

Once she was naked, Jill crawled onto the bed and knelt before the little girl, offering up everything she had. Her breasts were dangling just above Linda’s face.

“So… what do you want?” Jill asked. Tonight, I’ll do anything for you. I”m yours to command, my love.”

Linda thought for a moment, then said, “Just lay here with me.”

Jill stretched out next to Linda, tugging the blanket over so that they were both covered. “That’s all you want?” Linda nodded as she stared at Jill’s voluptuous breasts.

Slowly moving closer, Linda gave one nipple a shy kiss, then buried her face in Jill’s cleavage, humming happily. Jill didn’t move, not wanting to interrupt her lover’s endearing little antics.

After a few moments, Linda looked up at the older girl “Would it be okay if I spank you?” she whispered. Surprised, Jill arched an eyebrow. “Not a hard spanking,” Linda quickly added. “Just a little one.”

Jill smiled. “I’d love for you to do that,” she replied. Whipping the blanket away, , then rolled over onto her belly, putting her ass on display as Linda got on her knees.

Jill looked back over her shoulder as Linda caressed her buttocks, then raised a hand and gave the right cheek a light slap.

“That didn’t hurt, did it?” Linda asked, a touch of concern in her voice.

“Of course not. Hit me harder.”

“Really? You really want me to?”

“Yeah,” Jill said, nodding her head. “Make me feel it.”

Linda raised her hand again, then brought it down, slapping Jill’s ass with a bit more force. “How’s that?”

“Keep doing it,” Jill encouraged her.

So Linda did just that, slapping the older girl’s rump harder and faster. Jill loved every moment of it. She twisted her head around to watch, relishing the view of this little girl spanking her.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Linda finally declared. Bending over, she placed little kisses all over her lover’s tingling buttocks, then rolled Jill over on her back. Jill let the girl move her, wondering what she intended to do next.

Once Linda had Jill’s body in place, she carefully straddled the girl so that her slit was resting against Jill’s thigh, then laid down on top of her older lover. Once in position, she began to hump Jill’s leg.

Jill reached up to caress Linda’s bare body as the young girl moved back and forth, an expression of pure joy on her face. Her thrusts became faster, Linda’s thigh was brushing against Jill’s pussy — not enough to get her off, but Jill didn’t mind. The look of ecstasy on Linda’s face was more than enough to get her juices flowing.

Suddenly, Linda stopped in mid-grind, her face frozen in a rictus of pure ecstasy while a low, guttural groan escaped her lips. That was enough to set Jill off, though she also reached down to stimulate her clit as she came, driving her ecstasy even higher.

The two rested in each other’s arms. Linda was on top, her cheek nestled against Jill’s breast. Jill heard her sigh in contentment. Jill closed her eyes, wrapping both arms around Linda, twining her fingers in the girl’s hair. She felt Linda’s lips brush her left nipple.

Already in the mood for more lovemaking, Jill trailed her hand down Linda’s back until she was cupping the incredible softness of the ten-year-old’s bottom. She slowly wrapped that hand around one cheek, her fingers gently probing into the crack of Linda’s ass. Withdrawing to bring a finger to her nose, she breathed in her young lover’s scent, then moistened the tip in her mouth before returning it to the pucker of Linda’s anus.

“Oh, Jill,” Linda whimpered. “I… I love you so much.”

“I love you too, babe,” Jill said, her lips barely touching the little girl’s ear. She gently pushed against Linda’s rosebud ever so slowly, so it wouldn’t hurt. She felt the sphincter muscles tighten around her finger. She waited, letting Linda get used to it before easing in a little further. Linda didn’t speak, just continued to burrow her face into Jill’s breasts.

Jill kept inching her finger into the girl’s rectum, going gradually deeper until it was buried inside up to the third knuckle. Grasping Linda’s right buttock with her free hand, she squeezed it, moving her finger around in little circles.

“Oh, God,” Linda moaned, her butt cheeks clenching Jill’s probing finger.

Kissing the top of Linda’s head, Jill whispered, “You are so beautiful. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes… then you’d know how completely in love I am.”

Linda looked up at Jill.“Your finger’s gonna stink,” she said, then burst into giggles.

“Oh, very romantic,” Jill retorted, pretending to scowl. “Y’know, you really do have to love someone to do this for them.” She worked her finger around in a circle, massaging the walls of Linda’s rectum.

A shiver raced through the little girl’s body. “Whoa,” she moaned, “I — I can feel that right down to my toes.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Mmmm, that’s really nice.”

“God, I love you so much,” Jill quietly said, leaning in close to kiss. Linda, who wrapped both arms around the older girl’s neck as their tongues met and tangled. Linda slid her left hand down to Jill’s waist and began to pull it in her direction.

Jill broke their kiss. “What are you doing?”

Gazing deep into her older lover’s eyes, Linda said, “I want you on top of me.”

“Why?” Jill carefully rolled over onto Linda.

“You’ll see. Now raise up a little bit.” Linda wasn’t looking at Jill anymore, but at her breasts. Perplexed as to what the girl wanted, Jill got up on her hands and knees. “No, no. That’s too much,” Linda protested. “Come back down some”

Jill had no idea what Linda was up to, but decided she didn’t care. Her eagerness was so adorable that it practically qualified as foreplay. Jill lowered herself a bit. “Okay… right there… now move forward a little bit…” As Jill inched forward, she realized what Linda wanted, once her breasts were dangling just above Linda’s lips. As Jill watched, The ten-year-old took hold of them with a firm grasp, rubbing the nipples all over her face.

Jill had to smile. Linda sure has a thing for tits, she told herself. The girl was breathing deeply, her excitement building as she brushed her mouth with the tips of Jill’s breasts, then took one into her mouth to suckle.

Jill closed her eyes as her heart began to race. God, she’s good at this. She tried to relax, letting Linda do what she wanted, but soon found it impossible to remain passive. The urge to make love to the child was simply too strong.

Raising herself up, Jill felt her breasts being pulled as Linda held onto both nipples. “Nooooo!” Linda cried, “I — I’m not done yet.”

“I have to taste you, lover. Let me turn around,” Jill said.

“But I want to play with your boobs,” Linda insisted. “I love them so much!”

“Just let me lick your pussy first, and I promise that then, you can have as much fun with my tits as you want.”

“For as long as I like?” a pouting Linda asked, mulling over Jill’s proposal.

“Well, we both have to get some sleep tonight, but… sure.”

“Okay, then,” Linda replied, releasing Jill’s nipples.

Jill raised herself up, then turned around so that she was on top of Linda in a sixty-nine position.

When Linda saw Jill’s pussy just above her face, she suddenly remembered what happened at the hotel a few weeks earlier, the way Jill had squirted all over the bed when she came. She’d done that a few times since then, too.

“Um… can we turn over, so I’ll be on top?” Linda hesitantly asked. “I d-don’t want you to, y’know, gush all over my face when you, um, come.”

“Sure, I guess,” Jill replied with a shrug. “But I’d love it if you ever did that to me.” She dismounted Linda and rolled onto her back, then Linda swung a leg over Jill and got on top of her.

Linda studied Jill’s pussy, then glanced over her shoulder at Jill, “D’ya want me to lick it, or stick my finger inside?”

“Whatever you want, babe… just make love to me.”

Linda reached out to trace the moist pink slit with a finger, then drew closer, extending her tongue to tease Jill’s clit. She licked it several times, then pressed her mouth into the older girl’s cunt, exploring it with bigger and deeper swipes of the tongue. When Jill had introduced her to the concept of oral sex, Linda had been grossed out at first. Why would anyone want to kiss another girl down there? But after going down on Jill a few times, she was learning to love the taste of pussy.

Spreading the labia open, Linda licked inside the vaginal cleft. What she lacked in skill, she made up in enthusiasm. Her licking would sometimes center on Jill’s clit, sometimes her cunt, and other times, the area around her vulva. The pleasure that Jill felt would build, then subside, then build again, then subside. Sure, the back-and-forth could be frustrating… but when her orgasm finally hit, it was like her birthday and the Fourth of July wrapped up together.

Suddenly remembering how much she’d wanted to taste her little lover,  Jill raised up, pressing her face into Linda’s tender bottom, inhaling the thick scent of the child’s anus. “Oh, Linda,” she whispered, kissing the inside of both cheeks before nuzzling into her crack.

She rimmed Linda for a while, then turned her attention to the girl’s pussy, kissing it several times before covering the smooth slit with her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, licking up and down before sliding it inwards, probing the warm, wet vagina, then trailed its way up to Linda’s tiny clit, which Jill took between her lips to suck.

“Ohhhh,” Linda moaned, raising her face from Jill’s dripping sex. Then she bent down again to continue her licking.

With Linda’s clitoris still between her lips, Jill placed a finger at the threshold of the young girl’s pussy and slowly pushed it inside. Back when they’d only just become lovers, Jill could only enter Linda up to the first knuckle, but now her whole finger entered with ease. Linda’s legs stiffened as her vagina was fully penetrated.

Jill began to work her finger in and out, fucking her ten-year-old lover while she kept nursing at Linda’s clit, tickling it with her tongue. The child’s moans became louder, more erratic. Her pelvis pushed against Jill’s mouth, relaxed, then pushed again, Then again, settling into a steady rhythm

She’s humping my finger!, Jill realized with delight. As Linda’s body quivered, she worked her hips forward and back,her breathing harsh and ragged. She was no longer licking Jill, who was too busy pleasuring her to care.

Jill felt Linda freeze in mid-thrust — then one, two, three, four violent jerks shook the girl’s body, a hoarse cry exploding from Linda’s mouth as Jill gulped down the sweet, warm honey flowing from her pussy. Even after the child’s orgasm had faded to a glow, Jill continued to suck from the smooth slit, not wanting to lose a drop.

Linda was completely spent, and Jill had to carefully roll her onto the bed, then turned around to stretch out next to her. The little girl’s eyes were closed, her chest was heaving as she lay there. Jill cradled Linda close, stroking her cheek and giving her tender kisses.

After a while, Linda’s  eyes drifted open, and she gave Jill a weary smile. “Wow…” she whispered, “That felt… sooo good.” Suddenly animated, the little girl sat up, took a deep breath, and declared, “Now it’s your turn!” With that, Linda swiveled around where she lay, burrowing between Jill’s thighs to pick up where she’d left off with her licking.

Jill gave a blissful sigh as she felt Linda’s tongue explore her slit, delighted by how skilled the girl had become at the art of oral sex. Better than any of the boys I’ve been with, that’s for sure.

“Ohhhhh God yessss,” Jill moaned, her fingers knotting into fists as Linda began to suckle her sensitive clit. She began to tremble, her body spasming as the sensations mounted inside. And with a rush of ecstasy that stole her breath away, Jill came.

When Linda felt warm liquid splashing on her chin, she quickly lifted her head so she wouldn’t get wet, but made sure to continue stimulating Jill’s clitoris with her fingers. She watched in awe as Jill squirted all over the bed at the peak of her orgasm.

As Jill rested, Linda frowned at the large wet spot on the bed between the older girl’s legs, then went into the bathroom and brought back a towel. Carefully spreading it over the damp patch, she then climbed into bed and snuggled up to Jill, resting a hand on her lover’s breasts. Jill wrapped both arms around Linda, cuddling her lovingly as they fell asleep.

***

The next morning, Jill was awakened by sunshine streaming in through the window. She looked down at Linda who was still asleep, curled up like a kitten. She gave the child a gentle kiss on the forehead, gently extricated herself from her embrace, and got out of bed. Slipping into a nightshirt, though not bothering with panties, she stepped outside, quietly closing the door behind. Going to the kitchen, she poured herself a bowl of cereal, topped it up with milk, then padded over to the couch, where she curled up in a woolen throw and began to eat.

A few minutes later, Mabel emerged from her room, dressed in a nightie and looking somewhat worse for wear. She yawned as she trudged into the kitchen and started the coffee machine. Once her cup was filled, she came over to join Jill, plopping down heavily on the couch. “I never should have given them that toothbrush,” she mumbled, then yawned again.

“Huh?”

“Never mind.” Mabel took a sip of coffee, then smiled wryly. “I’m too old for this.”

Jill chuckled. “You’re never too old for love, Gramma.”

“You’ve only got one little girl to satisfy, sweetheart. Last night, I had three to keep happy,” Mabel took another swallow from her cup, then shook her head. “It seemed like every fifteen minutes, one of them would be poking me, wanting to go at it again. They’ll probably sleep until noon.”

At that moment, a slight noise at the bedroom door caught their attention. A naked Shelly came shuffling out, her eyes half-closed, sporting a sleepy grin as she walked out of the bedroom and right into the wall opposite the door, bumping her head.

Jill giggled, then leaned closer to Mabel to murmur, “Good grief, Gramma… you must’ve fucked her silly!”

Jill!” Mabel exclaimed, giving her granddaughter a stern look. She got up and went over to the girl, gently turning her around. “She had a long night is all.”

Guiding Shelly back to her bedroom, Mabel helped Shelly back into bed, whispering, “Go back to sleep, sweetie.” Emma and Madison were still sound asleep, lying half in, half out of the covers, their arms and legs akimbo. Pausing to admire their partially exposed bodies, Mabel gave each girl a kiss on the cheek, then quietly left, returning to the living room to join Jill on the sofa.

They watched the sunlight glistening over the field, gazing placidly through the patio window. “So, Gramma,” Jill said, “how are you feeling about things? Are you happy?”

“I am,” Mabel replied. She gave a blissful sigh. “I still can’t believe how much my life has changed.”

“It’s okay, Gramma,” said Jill, reaching out to take the older woman’s hand. “You’re just finding yourself… and it’s taking you to places you haven’t been before.” She laughed. “Believe me, I know!”

Mabel said, looking thoughtful. “Your life has changed, too — even more than mine. You lost everything, your family, friends, home.”

“I have a new family, friends and home,” Jill replied. “Those days I spent as part of high school royalty, they all seem so… so fake to me now. I thought I had everything, but I was empty inside. It took a scared little girl with no friends to show me where I’d gone wrong. A girl named Linda.” She smiled, giving herself a little hug. “Now she’s mine, and I’m hers, and yeah… I’m very happy.”

Mabel nodded. “It’s a good feeling,”

They fell silent, gazing out into the back yard, then glancing back as a sleepy-eyed Linda padded into the room, wearing her cotton nightie.

“G’morning,” said the little girl.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” called Mabel.

“Hey, babe,” Jill said with a grin. “Come over and sit with me.” She patted her lap.

Linda obediently clambered into Jill’s embrace, nestling into the older girl. “What are you two doing, anyhow?”

Jill thought for a moment, then softly answered. “Feeling satisfied.”

“Yes,” Mabel said with a nod. “That’s it, exactly. We’re feeling satisfied.”

“Hmmm. Sounds good,” said Linda.

They sat quietly together, watching the breeze gently stir the long grass.

The End