Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By No One

Melina sat at the lunch table in the school cafeteria, staring off into space. She’d been distracted all day. Even now, her friend Alicia was trying to tell her about… something to do with her sister being annoying, she thought, but she couldn’t concentrate on her words.

All she could think about was Abbie.

The girl had really done a number on her. Twenty-four hours earlier, the thought of even kissing a girl—never mind everything else they had done the previous afternoon—had never crossed her mind. Now it was all that occupied it—and with these thoughts came very distracting urges.

She had given herself some relief last night in bed before falling asleep, thinking that might put an end to it. That wasn’t the case. She’d woken up with thoughts of Abbie still in her head, and had to give in to the temptation of pleasuring herself again during her morning shower. Imagining Abbie sharing the shower with her had done wonders for that, and she’d been left barely able to stand afterwards.

That was three orgasms in less than a day. At 12-years-old, it was certainly a new personal record for her. Of course, the first of those wasn’t by her own doing; that was what started this whole mess.

Seeing her friend this morning hadn’t really helped matters. They hadn’t been free to discuss things in private, and Melina found that she really didn’t know how to act around Abbie anymore. She hadn’t been able to relax around the girl, and really hoped that wouldn’t last.

The morning classes had been a pain, with the distraction of Abbie sitting right next to her. They’d exchanged a few sheepish, secret smiles, which put Melina in no mood for mathematics. She’d had to do her best to concentrate on what the teacher was saying to avoid thinking about other things, though. Getting all turned on in the middle of class would be embarrassing as hell.

Despite all the doubts she’d had the previous day, Melina was now quite ready to admit to herself that she couldn’t wait to get Abbie alone again.

She was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts when the object of her desires put her lunch tray down on the table, and sat in front of her. Abbie gave her a bright smile, and she returned it, hoping her face didn’t betray what she’d just been thinking about.

“Can you believe that?” Alicia was concluding her story.

“Uh… yeah, that really… sucks?” Melina hazarded, hoping that was the appropriate reaction.

“I know, right?” the girl agreed, thankfully oblivious to Melina’s inattention. She then turned to the newcomer. “Hey Abbie, where’ve you been?”

“Oh, I needed to ask Mr. Cooper some questions about that assignment, but you know how he just goes on and on,” Abbie explained, rolling her eyes. Melina and Alicia nodded in sympathy. “Now I only have like ten minutes left to eat.”

“Better hurry, then,” Melina said. “Good choice on the spaghetti, at least that’s edible. I think some of the other options can be deadly if you eat them too fast.”

Abbie nearly spit out her first bite as she burst out laughing, then gave Melina a look of mixed amusement and annoyance.

“Hey, I said it was safe, but don’t choke on it just to prove me wrong,” Melina said, grinning, and Abbie laughed even harder.

Alicia had been silent during this exchange, staring out across the room. Melina elbowed her. “What’s up?”

“Noah’s sitting by himself over there.” Alicia pointed out a boy who shared some classes with them. “Such a cutie! I should go talk to him.”

Melina chuckled. “Yeah, go for it.”

Alicia turned to her in shock. “Really? You don’t mind? I thought you liked him…”

“Yeah, Mel, I thought you liked him,” Abbie added playfully, but Melina thought she detected a bit of an edge to her tone. Was she jealous? She smiled inwardly at the thought of making the girl jealous.

“Oh, well, he’s cute for sure but… It’s not a big deal, I guess. It’s not like I really know him or anything. Go for it, it’s cool.” Her response might have been different just the previous day, but it really didn’t seem to matter much at that moment. She had other things on her mind than Noah.

“Wow, thank you,” Alicia breathed, eyes wide, as if Melina had given her a great treasure rather than just the permission to talk to someone. She slowly rose to her feet, took one step forward, then paused. “Uh, I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Sure you can. Just go over there and say, like, ‘hey, how’s it going?’ or something,” Melina said, as if she did this sort of thing all the time. Truth was, she would probably be as nervous as her friend in this situation, but she figured it was more helpful to play it cool. She gave Alicia a small push to set her on her way.

Melina and Abbie looked on as their red-headed friend made her way to where Noah was sitting, exchanged a few words with him, then after a moment sat down in front of him. They seemed to be having a nice chat.

“You do realize,” said Abbie, “that if this works out, all we’ll hear from her from now on is ‘Noah this’ and ‘Noah that’.”

“Oh God, what have I done?” Melina despaired, hiding her face in her hands as she imagined the situation.

Abbie chuckled, then made short work of the rest of her meal. Leaning back in her chair afterwards, she looked at Melina, a small smile on her lips.

“What?” Melina asked warily.

“So… have you given up on boys completely then?” her friend asked with a grin.

Melina laughed. “You wish,” she answered, omitting to mention that it certainly wasn’t a boy she’d been thinking about all day.

“Yeah, I kinda do,” Abbie said with a wink.

The way the girl was looking at her with that rather mischievous smile on her lips made Melina’s heart flutter. She wished she could kiss those sweet lips right then.

“Wish I could kiss you right now,” Abbie said, mirroring her thoughts to an uncanny degree.

Melina’s eyes widened in surprise at the other girl voicing precisely what she’d been thinking—out loud in a public place! “Abbie!” she hissed, looking around nervously.

“What?” Abbie asked, all innocence. “Nobody heard, don’t worry.” She was probably right, no one could pick out individual conversations in the general din of the cafeteria. “Don’t you want to do it too?” she added, still with that naughty smile.

Melina felt herself blush, and wondered if the other girl could somehow read her mind. Before she could answer though, the school bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break.

“I guess you were saved…” Abbie began, mimicking putting on sunglasses, “by the bell.”

Melina chuckled despite herself, and shook her head. “Terrible.”

“You still laughed!” Abbie pointed out as both of them got up and started walking towards their lockers. “Oh hey, you’re still coming over tomorrow night, right?” she asked suddenly.

Melina blinked. Certain distractions had made her completely forget about that plan. As she now recalled, Abbie’s dad was supposed to go out on a date that night as well, leaving them alone. Her heart rate kicked up another notch at the thought. She had a pretty good idea what they would get up to. “S-sure,” she replied, trying to sound normal.

“Cool,” Abbie said, flashing a bright smile.

Tomorrow night sounded so far away at that moment, though. “Um, what about tonight? You doing anything?” Melina asked.

“Ah, I’m going out to see a movie with Dad.”

“Oh right, Thursday is father-daughter bonding night,” Melina remembered. Abbie’s dad had been a bit of a workaholic for a long time, but recently he made a point to at least regularly spend some time with his daughter. She knew Abbie appreciated the effort.

“Yep,” Abbie said. “You could probably come with us if you want, though.”

The offer didn’t sound bad, but Melina really wanted to be alone with Abbie. It’d be very awkward with her dad around if she kept having the kind of thoughts that had been running through her mind all morning—and she knew she would. “Um, nah, it’s cool. We’ll hang out tomorrow,” she said.

“Okay,” Abbie said as they reached her locker. Melina’s was a bit further down the hall. “See ya later, then.”

Melina waved as she walked away. She didn’t share afternoon classes with Abbie today, so she hoped she’d be able to concentrate better, at least.

* * *

She had not been able to concentrate any better. In fact, the thought of what might happen the very next day had distracted her even more. Having damp panties in class was an extremely embarrassing experience, she’d discovered. Hopefully no one had noticed her blush.

She’d been a mess by the time she got home, and had gone straight to her room to masturbate furiously, thoughts of her best friend still occupying her mind. A very satisfying orgasm later, she’d finally been able to relax for a while.

Now, later that night, she was lying in bed and starting to get horny again. God, I’m turning into some kind of sex addict, she thought, a bit ashamed of herself.

She was staring at the phone in her hand. She wanted to send a message to Abbie, but she wasn’t quite sure what. Something maybe a little bit suggestive, but not too forward. As she was trying to decide, the phone buzzed in her hand, making her jump and nearly drop the device.

Wow, I need to stop being scared of my own phone, she thought, laughing at herself. She saw that she’d received a text from Abbie.

Thinking of you, it said simply.

Melina smiled, wondering what kind of “thinking” her friend was doing exactly. Such a simple message, yet now her imagination was running wild. This was exactly the kind of text she’d meant to send. Her smile broadened as she thought of how they were very much on the same wavelength.

Don’t get too excited, she texted back with a winking smiley.

Too late, came the reply a few seconds later.

Melina grinned, imagining the other girl was playing with herself right at that moment. The thought got her own motors going even more. Giving in to the impulse, she slipped the hand not holding the phone down to the juncture of her thighs and pressed against the panties she wore to bed. She let out a soft moan. It seemed she was due for another round of self-pleasuring. She idly wondered if too much masturbation could be bad for you, but she wouldn’t be able to stop herself at that moment either way.

The phone buzzed once again in her hand. What are you up to? Abbie was asking.

Melina felt her cheeks color a little, even though her friend couldn’t see what she was actually doing. She typed out a reply, then hesitated a moment, her finger hovering over the “send” button. Finally, shrugging to herself, she tapped the button and saw her message appear in the conversation: Maybe the same thing as you.

She didn’t wait long before a new message from Abbie appeared. Mmm, wish I could see, it said, with a little devil emoji.

Melina grinned, then sighed contentedly as she set her fingers to work between her legs. She could feel the warmth of her yearning sex through the fabric. It was hot to imagine Abbie doing the very same thing. She wished she could see the girl touching herself right now as well.

She froze as she realized that was actually very possible. She considered the phone in her hand for a few moments, then deciding herself, she switched to the camera app. Holding the device at arm’s length, she lifted her shirt a little and angled the shot so that her panties were visible, then gave her best attempt at bedroom eyes and tapped the button to take a picture.

Blinking a few times to clear the aftereffects of the flash in her eyes, she admired her handywork. She looked a little bit awkward on the photo, maybe, but still fairly sexy in her estimation. She was pretty sure Abbie would like it, in any case. Giggling to herself, she imagined the look on her friend’s face.

She paused as an even more wicked thought crossed her mind. If Abbie would be surprised seeing this picture, what would her reaction be like if Melina was… Did she dare? A flush of excitement went through her as she contemplated the idea.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head, then hooked her thumbs in her panties and got rid of those as well. Holding up her phone, she struck a provocative pose: small breasts thrust forward proudly, one hand covering her pussy. Her fingers accidentally brushed against her sensitive place, making her gasp just as she was taking the picture.

She hesitated a few seconds before she dared to take a look at the result. “Oh God,” she whispered to herself as she finally saw the photo: a very erotic portrait of a nude young girl, an expression of pleasure on her face. There was no doubt now that she looked very sexy. Maybe even slutty. The picture made her feel in equal parts embarrassed and excited. There was no way she could really send this… Could she?

Her mind filled with lust was making it hard to think rationally. The jolt of pleasure from the fingers she kept pressed against her increasingly slick sex wasn’t helping. Screw it, she thought as she made herself text the picture to her friend with a trembling hand.

She slid her fingers deeper into the wet folds of her intimacy, forcing a soft moan out of her lips. She was getting even more turned on thinking about the positively wicked thing she’d just done. It didn’t take very long before her phone once again signaled a new message.

Holy shit!!!!! Abbie had sent.

Melina laughed out loud. Now she really wished she could have seen her friend’s face when she opened the picture. What? You said you wanted a look, she texted back, playing the innocent.

Almost at the same time came Abbie’s next message. Get on Skype, it said simply.

Melina glanced at the laptop on her desk. Clearly, Abbie was in the mood for a somewhat more direct form of contact. Though Melina had wanted to see the other girl’s face just a few seconds ago, the idea now seemed very embarrassing, considering what she’d just sent. Her arousal was still building, though, and after a few seconds of hesitation, it won over the embarrassment.

She padded across the room to her desk, using her phone’s screen to light the way, then paused to peer at the bedroom door uncertainly. Making her way over, she opened the door partially as silently as she could, then poked her head through. She could hear what sounded like a movie playing on the TV downstairs. It looked like her mom would probably be occupied for a while. Nodding to herself, she closed the door again—holding the doorknob to avoid making any noise—then grabbed the laptop and brought it back to bed.

Shivering a little after her nude trip across the room, she put the laptop on top of her pillow and slid under the covers. Lying on her stomach and resting on her elbows in front of the computer, she lifted the machine’s lid and waited for the wi-fi to connect. She saw Abbie was already online in her Skype window and sent her a video chat request. Muting the volume to cut off the ringing jingle, she raised it back up to a low but audible level once her friend appeared on screen.

“Aww, why’d you cover up?” Abbie said immediately, disappointed. The girl herself was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, and was sitting cross-legged on her bed, lit up by her own laptop screen’s glow.

Melina laughed. “Um, well, it’s cold?” she offered weakly.

“Psh,” Abbie dismissed the excuse with a derisive sound. “You didn’t look cold when you took this,” she said, grinning and brandishing her phone where Melina’s picture was still on the screen. “Holy shit, Mel, wow!” she added, still admiring the photo.

“Oh, God,” Melina said, blushing furiously and letting her head fall down to the bed for a moment. “You’re gonna delete that, right?” she asked hopefully once she could make herself look at the screen again.

“What? No way!” her friend protested. “I need it for, um… when I miss you and feel lonely,” she explained with a wink.

Melina was torn. On one hand, the thought of that photo just lying there on Abbie’s phone for anyone to find made her extremely nervous, but on the other, the mental image of her friend “using” her picture when she was “lonely” sent a fresh flush of excitement through her body. “But what if someone finds it?” she asked uncertainly.

“Then I guess Dad will have one hell of a nice surprise,” Abbie replied, grinning.

“Abbie!” Melina hissed as quietly as she could.

The other girl laughed. “Kidding! He never checks my phone. Nobody does. Don’t worry.”

“God, why did I send that to you?” Melina lamented.

“Because you’re super awesome and sexy,” Abbie said, still smiling. “And speaking of sexy, that’s not a bad view…” she added, making a show of leering, and Melina realized a bit late that she’d been showing off her small cleavage by lying in this position. “But maybe you could do even better?” Abbie suggested, “subtly” waving the picture on her phone around as inspiration.

Melina hesitated. It felt a lot more embarrassing to show off “live,” so to speak. “Um, well… you first,” she said. It seemed only fair.

“Oh yeah?” Abbie asked with a wide grin. If Melina had been hoping to fluster the girl, it was a failure. Her friend just looked happy and excited that she’d asked as she began to pull off her t-shirt.

“Err, hold on,” Melina said as she remembered how Abbie had done it the previous afternoon.

Abbie paused with her shirt half-way up her chest, looking confused. “What?”

Melina swallowed as she admired the revealed flat belly. “Maybe, um, you could do it, like, slowly,” she suggested.

The smile returned to Abbie’s lips. “Oh, I see how it is,” she said teasingly, then looked briefly around her room. “Yeah, I think I can manage something. Just for you.”

The webcam view shifted erratically as Abbie grabbed her laptop and moved it somewhere else. When it stabilized again, Melina could faintly see her friend’s dresser and bedroom door in the background, dimly lit by the monitor glow. She figured the laptop had been set down at the foot of the bed.

Abbie walked into the frame, closer to the computer and more clearly lit. “Can you see okay?” she asked in a loud whisper.

Melina gave her the thumbs up, nervously anticipating what was to come next.

Abbie began slowly swaying her hips from side to side, perhaps following the rhythm of a song in her head. One hand came up to lift her shirt over her stomach, caressing the skin underneath. She held the pose for a moment, a smug look on her face, as if the revealed body part was a great treasure she possessed. Melina wouldn’t disagree with that.

Letting the shirt fall back down, Abbie turned her back to the camera, and thrust her butt out a bit. Looking back over her shoulder with a smile, she gave it a few shakes, making Melina giggle. Her hands then went under the waistband of her sweatpants to cup her cheeks, her face twisted in an exaggerated expression of mock surprise. Melina laughed harder.

Turning back around and dropping the silly face, Abbie walked towards the webcam and leaned forward. Her hands went up under her shirt, pulling the garment along, until they were cupping her breasts, even showing a hint of underboob.

Melina swallowed hard. Her friend had turned into an expert tease somehow, and it was certainly having an effect on her. She thought she might be making a wet spot on the bed sheets, but her attention was too focused on her laptop screen to care.

Abbie straightened up and took a step back. She let her hands roam all over her upper body, pulling her shirt this way and that as she did so, but never quite revealing her breasts. Finally, perhaps feeling she had played coy long enough, she grabbed the hem of the shirt with both hands, and slowly pulled it up and over her head from behind, in such a way that she wasn’t exactly wearing the garment anymore, but it was still on her arms and covering her chest. She winked cheekily at the camera, then turned her bare back to it.

Melina couldn’t quite see what was happening now, but the other girl seemed to be having just a bit of trouble getting the shirt off from around her arms. She supposed you couldn’t expect a 12-year-old to be a master stripper. It was kind of cute, really, and didn’t diminish her excitement one bit.

A few seconds later, the shirt finally fell to the floor, and Abbie turned around again, her chest now only covered by her hands. She leaned in close towards the webcam and very slowly let her hands slip away, finally revealing her breasts in all their glory. 

They were the small boobs of a preteen, of course, but after all that teasing, it was definitely one of the sexiest sights Melina had ever been given. She found that one of her hands had somehow made its way between her thighs, and her hips had begun pushing into it of their own volition. Now there would definitely be a wet spot, but she still couldn’t make herself care.

On the screen, Abbie had straightened up again and her hands resumed their caresses all over her torso. She seemed to be enjoying cupping and playing with her now bare breasts quite a bit. After a moment, one hand veered south and slipped under the waistband of her sweatpants. A small moan could be heard escaping her lips as it reached its destination.

Melina wondered if the girl giving the show was as turned on as the one watching it. Her own fingers were busy underneath her, playing in the slick folds of her sex. It was starting to require real effort to keep herself from moaning as well.

Abbie turned sideways, taking her hand out of her pants and using it to pull down the waistband over one hip teasingly. She pulled it back up after a second, and smirked at the camera, surely aware of what she was doing to Melina. Turning to her other side, she did the same on that hip, but tugging the waistband a little lower this time before letting it snap back into place.

Finally, fully turning her back to the camera once again, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulled it down until her lovely bottom was in full view. She paused for a moment, and Melina thought she might continue teasing and pull it back up. Instead, Abbie bent over and continued pulling her pants all the way down, offering a glimpse of her sex at the same time. Straightening up, she stepped out of the garment pooled at her feet, then spun around to face the camera once more, one hand covering her private parts.

Melina could see her friend’s hand start moving between her legs, pressing against her pussy in slow up-and-down motions. Abbie’s mouth opened in silent moans, and Melina knew it wasn’t just for show: the other girl was really masturbating right “in front” of her. She was doing the same, of course, though in a more subtle fashion. In fact, she had to force herself to slow down because she could already feel an orgasm start to build up. Cumming like that in front of her friend would be rather embarrassing, though at this point, it seemed like an inevitability. She certainly couldn’t have stopped completely, but she could make it last longer, at least. 

Somehow, the sexiest thing to Melina throughout all this was how Abbie kept staring at the camera—at her—as she pleasured herself. It was like they were in intimate contact despite not actually being in the same room.

Abbie took a few steps towards the laptop, one hand still pressed to her intimacy, the other kneading one of her breasts. She bit her lip, and her hips started gyrating against her hand. Melina could hear soft moans coming in through the speakers.

After a moment, Abbie began moving even closer to the computer until all that could be seen on screen was a close-up of her hand between her thighs. Surprised, Melina stared as her friend’s hand slowly moved up, middle finger dragging against her slit, until it was out of the frame, at last giving a full view of the girl’s smooth sex.

Melina swallowed hard. Her mind immediately went back to what Abbie had done to her with her tongue the previous day, and what she’d imagined doing while masturbating that night. At that moment, admiring her friend’s inviting pussy, she was fairly certain that if Abbie had really been in front of her like this, she’d have no problem going in for a taste.

It didn’t take long before Abbie’s hand came back into view, one finger smoothly sliding between the lips of her sex. Melina could see how wet she was; it looked like stripping was quite the turn on for her friend. She watched on as Abbie continued playing with her pussy: spreading her lips, pressing her fingers between them, rubbing in circular motions, and starting over. She could hear the other girl’s moans coming from off-camera, especially when a finger started tickling her clit. She’d thought she couldn’t possibly get more turned on by the spectacle, but clearly she’d been wrong.

After a minute or two of this, Abbie disappeared from view and the screen began shaking, indicating she was again repositioning her laptop. When Melina could see clearly again, she found her friend lying on her bed, diagonally to her point of view, so that her whole body was on display. Her hand was resting on her thigh, tantalizingly close to touching her sex. Melina suspected this wasn’t by accident.

“How was that?” Abbie asked, with that teasing, sexy smile of hers on her lips.

“Wow, that was…” Melina shook her head, unsure how to appropriately describe the erotic display. “Really, really sexy,” she finished—a bit lamely, she thought.

Abbie didn’t seem to mind her lack of eloquence. “Glad you liked it,” she said, winking. “Now, I think you’re supposed to stop hiding under there.”

“Oh… right,” Melina said hesitantly. She figured she didn’t have much of a choice now, with everything that Abbie had just done. Regretfully, she withdrew her hand from between her legs, and slowly rose to her knees. She gathered up the bed covers around her for a last moment of modesty as she straightened up. Not really knowing how to do a sexy striptease with bed sheets—and she didn’t think she could come close to equaling Abbie’s show, anyway—she simply let the sheets fall off,  revealing her naked form. Though she blushed furiously, she forced herself to remain motionless, offering every detail of her body to her friend’s hungry eyes.

Abbie didn’t mind her lack of showmanship either. She leaned in a little closer to the screen and her eyes widened as she took in the sight. “Mmm, you’re so hot,” she said huskily.

Melina smiled shyly. Beyond the embarrassment, the way her friend’s eyes shone with excitement as they drank in every inch of her nude body made her feel very sexy.

“Thanks. You’re, um… not bad yourself,” she said, then immediately regretted her weak choice of words. They didn’t convey the intensity of what she felt at all. But as turned on as she was, she just couldn’t make herself talk dirty. She wanted to tell Abbie how wet she was for her, how she might want to lick her pussy, but those words just wouldn’t come out.

Abbie gave her a bright smile, though. She seemed content enough with the small compliments. “Hey, Mel…” she began, a teasing tone in her voice.

“Yeah?” Melina replied warily, unsure where this was going.

“Show me what you were doing under the covers a minute ago,” the girl said with a grin.

“Wh-what?” Oh God, she noticed, Melina thought.

Abbie laughed. “Don’t play dumb. I saw you squirming around and breathing hard.”

“Oh… I… um, well…” Melina didn’t find much to say to that. It was at this moment that she noticed that Abbie’s hand, which had been resting so tantalizingly close to her sex, had moved even closer and was now making slow up-and-down motions across her lips. Melina swallowed hard. She really wanted to join in.

Very slowly, her hand crawled up her thigh until it reached her yearning sex. God, she was so wet. A gasp escaped her as she resumed rubbing herself, sliding her fingers into her folds. She could see Abbie’s eyes were glued to her lewd performance, and though her cheeks burned, it also heightened her excitement even more.

Both of them were silent for a while, except for soft moans here and there. They each watched the other masturbate, their arousal feeding off each other. Melina had forgotten her embarrassment and simply revelled in the delicious sensations coursing through her body, amplified by watching her friend doing the same thing on screen. She really wished they were in the same room at that moment.

“Hey Mel, show me closer,” Abbie said breathily after a long moment.

“Closer?” Melina repeated in the same tone.

“Yeah, like I did earlier.”

Melina realized what she meant. Through her arousal-fogged mind, she now felt only slightly self-conscious at the request. She awkwardly moved on her knees towards the laptop until her sex was right at camera level. She couldn’t quite tell from this position, but she figured Abbie probably now had a close-up view of her fingers rubbing hard at her soaked pussy. The appreciative moan she heard confirmed that.

“Mmm, I want to lick that,” she heard her friend say, echoing her own thoughts from earlier, when the roles were reversed.

“Wish you were here to do it,” Melina whispered, growing weak-kneed at the thought.

“Mel, I’m getting close,” Abbie breathed after a moment.

Melina didn’t have to ask close to what, she could feel it building up within her just as well. She couldn’t really see the screen from this position, and she didn’t want to miss the other girl’s orgasm, so she let herself fall down backwards on the bed until she was lying on her back, legs splayed wildly. It should have been an extremely embarrassing position, but now she was past caring about that. She propped herself up on one elbow so she could see the screen while pressing hard on her clit with her other hand. The little nub, radiating pleasure, felt like the center of her being at that moment.

On the screen, Abbie was lying sideways, her own legs rather lewdly spread as well: one bent flat against the bed, the other standing up. One of her hands was kneading her boobs roughly, while the other was busy between her thighs, rubbing her sex rapidly while her hips thrusted against it. She was looking at Melina with glazed eyes, mouth open and breathing hard.

Melina felt the delicious tension within her reach its apex, then break, releasing wave after wave of pure bliss throughout her thrashing body. Through half-closed eyes, she saw Abbie taken by her own orgasm, her hips bucking wildly. Hearing the other girl’s cries of ecstasy mixed with her own seemed to make her come even harder.

After the intense sensations had died down, Melina lay on the bed, eyes closed, until her breathing regained a more normal rhythm. Realizing she still had her legs spread open towards a camera, she rolled around into a somewhat more respectable position. Her friend was smiling at her on the screen. She smiled back and they both giggled at what had just happened.

“Well, that was fun,” Abbie declared.

“Yeah,” Melina agreed shyly, then a thought occurred to her. “Oh God, was I loud? How loud was I?”

Abbie chuckled. “Kinda hard to say through these speakers but… I dunno, medium loud?”

“Crap, I hope Mom didn’t hear anything. What about your dad? You sounded pretty loud.”

“Whose fault is that?” Abbie asked with a wink, then she shrugged dismissively. “Should be fine, he always plays video games with headphones on in the evening. Wouldn’t hear it if an elephant crashed into the house.”

Melina laughed. “Okay, well, hold on, I’m just gonna go check a bit,” she said, nodding towards her bedroom door.

She walked as stealthily as could on shaky legs up to the door, slowly opened it, and poked her head through, as she’d done earlier. The hallway was still deserted, the sounds of the TV were still coming from downstairs. She sighed in relief.

As she was about to close the door, though, she heard the TV cut off and the couch creak as her mother got up. Glancing at her alarm clock, she realized it was about the time her mom usually went to bed.

She rushed back into her room and grabbed the laptop. “Crap, I think she’s coming up to go to bed,” she explained to the girl on the screen as she carried the machine back to her desk.

Abbie made a face. “Oops.”

“I’m gonna get off. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Her friend nodded, pressed her fingers to her lips, then turned her hand towards Melina, sending her the kiss. She returned the gesture, somewhat more bashfully than usual, then closed the laptop lid. Exchanging air kisses wasn’t a new thing for them, but somehow it seemed to have a different significance now, with everything that had happened between them.

Melina got back into bed just as she heard her mother walk up the stairs. She pretended to sleep, but the sound of the footsteps didn’t even pause at all at her door, simply continuing on into the bathroom. It seemed she was in the clear, and she finally began to relax.

After a moment, she shifted her position a little more to the right. She’d been right about the wet spot on the bed. She smiled, thinking about how it got there. It took some time before she fell asleep, her mind occupied with the thought that on the next evening, she would at last be alone with Abbie again.

* * *

At last, the gym teacher blew his whistle, signalling the end of the class—the final one of the day. Melina sighed in relief and made her way towards the locker room. She’d spent the last half hour being completely ineffectual in a basketball game, and she was glad it was finally over. Sports really were not her thing. Abbie had always been better at this stuff than she was, but they didn’t share gym class this year.

Thinking of the girl made her smile. Very soon now, she’d be all alone with Abbie. It still felt weird to think of her best friend in this way, but she had stopped worrying about it. The afternoon they had fooled around in her room, the sexy Skype session from the previous night, those were some of the most intense and exciting moments in her life. She wanted more, and as soon as possible. She didn’t care what that made her.

The day had dragged on excruciatingly slowly. Once again, it had been quite difficult to pay attention in class, especially in those courses she shared with Abbie. She wondered if it would always be this way from now on. At least the school year was nearly over. This made her think of all the things they could get up to over the summer vacation, and she attracted a few odd looks when she entered the locker room with a wide smile on her lips.

Embarrassed, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind for now, and quickly went to her locker to change. Noticing some girls going off into the showers, Melina wondered if she should do that as well. Normally, she didn’t shower after gym class—her mediocre performance didn’t make her sweat all that much—but she did want to be nice and clean for Abbie. After all, there seemed to be a strong possibility that her friend would be putting her mouth on some of her body parts—at least, she hoped so! No, don’t think about that or you’ll get caught grinning like an idiot again, she told herself.

She could shower at home, of course, but… she was a bit curious. Would she feel anything if she saw the other girls showering? Would they turn her on? It could be a potentially awkward situation, but she felt like she needed to know.

Her underwear followed her gym clothes into the locker, and she made her way to the showers. There were three girls already under the water sprays. Two on one side had their backs to her. They had cute butts, she had to admit, but they didn’t immediately fill her with desire.

She took place on the other side, next to Ashley, who was probably the most “developed” girl in her grade. Melina stole sidelong glances. The blonde stood nearly a head taller than her on long, shapely legs. At 12 or 13, her boobs were bigger than many grown women’s. It was really unfair.

No doubt most boys at the school—and maybe some girls—would envy Melina’s current vantage point. Ashley was a dream girl for many, from what she’d overheard. Rumor was that she had an older boyfriend, but Melina didn’t know if that was true or not.

There was no denying that the girl was beautiful. Letting her eyes roam over Ashley’s body, Melina found herself more admirative than jealous, which had previously been her usual sentiment. Still, despite all of Ashley’s obvious assets, somehow she didn’t look as sexy and alluring as Abbie to Melina’s eyes.

Maybe it was because she’d already fooled around with Abbie, Melina thought, so her friend would naturally seem more arousing. Would she want to mess around with Ashley, if offered? She wasn’t sure. What would it be like to kiss her? To play with those big boobs of hers?

She was yanked out of her reverie when Ashley, having finished showering, turned and caught her staring. She raised an eyebrow at Melina.

“Err, sorry, I spaced out,” Melina mumbled, shaking her head, and praying the other girl wouldn’t notice her blush.

Ashley shrugged and strode out without a word. Melina had always thought she seemed a bit stuck-up.

Glancing around, she realized she was the last one under the showers. She wasn’t quite sure what the result of her little experiment was. Did she understand her attractions any better? As far as she could tell, the main takeaway was that she wanted to be with Abbie even more.

She finished her shower and hurried home.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By eloquent delinquent

I suppose that’s how it’s been, a long seduction, a gradual giving in from my maternal instincts to more primal ones, ever since we started together. After two glorious springtime months on the changing table, with me pleasing her nearly every day, we decided she was a big enough girl to switch to regular panties. I guess I realized that she hadn’t needed them even before we started our sexual play, and it seemed self-serving and wrong for me to hold her back just to satisfy my perverted desires.

So, no more changes, no more changing table, no more naughty touches… and I thought that would be it for our little erotic interlude as mother and daughter. For months it was, and except for some awkward looks at bath time, everything was perfectly chaste between us. I told myself I was relieved, that this was more normal and healthy. Maybe Bianca wouldn’t even remember what had happened between us when she got a bit older.

But I certainly couldn’t forget. She started pre-school that September, and while she was out I engaged in elaborate masturbation sessions, reliving the feel and taste of her body, her response, her noises when I made her cum. And as I lay there, nude and pumping, I took refuge in the fact that it was all just fantasy any more, all that was in the past, like all my other sweet, unspeakably naughty memories. So why not fuck and fuck myself to it?

Then one day after I brought her home, she wandered restlessly around the apartment like she was looking for something. I tried to help, “Everything all right, honey?”

Her eyebrow arched at the word ‘honey’ in a way I wasn’t used to. She fidgeted for a minute, then started, “In the bathroom at school, somethin’ happened…”

I sat up straight, “Oh gosh, Bon-Bon, did you have an accident?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“What happened?”

She nervously looked around, “I don’t wanna make anyone in trouble…”

“Come here,” I beckoned, and she sheepishly made her way to the couch and stood by my knee. I stroked her hair and comforted, “I don’t think anyone’s going to be in trouble, sweetie. Just tell Momma what happened, okay?”

Taking a deep breath, Bianca said, “Well… I went to the bathroom and then Anna came in right after. And she came into my stall, and she… she watched me go peepee. She closed the door and stood right there and watched me go. And after I got done she took her panties down to her shoes and pulled her dress way up and showed me what she looked like with no clothes on.”

I gasped.

“And then Anna said take your hands away, let me see, and then even though my panties were all the way down I did it. And then she told me to get up and pull up my dress, way up like her, up to here,” she indicated her throat, “and I did that, too. And then we looked at each other, like we had no clothes on, and we kind of turned around for each other so we could see everything.”

“What then?”

“She told me I was pretty, then she hugged me with her dress up, and we kissed. And then she put her clothes back and went back to class and then I did too.”

My mind spun. “Did anybody else see?”

Bianca shook her head. “Miss Dormer said ‘What took you girls?’ but that was all.”

I took a breath, tried to clear my head, as it’d gone almost drowsy with heat. “Well, first off, nobody’s in trouble. Some kids are curious about their bodies, and other people’s bodies, and they want to see. Did it scare you?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Did you like it?”

She shrugged, licked her lips nervously. “I dunno.”

Rubbing her arm, I told her, “It’s natural to be curious. It’s okay. When I was little like you, I wanted to look at other little girls with no clothes on.”

“For real?” She blushed brightly. “Did you?”

I nodded. “We kept it secret, and you should too, but there’s nothing bad about it.”

I could see the relief wash over Bianca, so I asked again, “How do you feel about it, honey?”

“Anna’s so pretty,” she confessed in a rush. “She’s all peachy, not pale like me. And I like her long yellow hair. And her nips are pink, like her weewee. I never saw another girl’s weewee before. And her bottom is so pretty too. It made me all tingly, like the way she looked at me made me tingly.”

“The way she looked at you?”

“Yeah, I could barely breathe. It made me wanna be like that for her, and… and, you know, show off.”

“Sounds like fun,” I said. My hand was stroking her back now, and without realizing it, I’d started to pass over her pert butt with each caress. My heart was pounding, I could feel my pulse in my cunt. I’d told myself all these incestuous feelings were over, I made myself be okay with it. But now it wasn’t a fantasy, and I was conflicted. I couldn’t help but picture Bianca and her little friend in the stall together, couldn’t help being reminded of my own exciting, secret experiences as a girl.

Part of my mind just kept repeating, Shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t… But I knew myself, and oh fuck, I wanted to have her again so bad.

“Momma?” she asked, and I nodded encouragingly. “I know I’m a big girl now, but… sometimes I still want the puffies.”

‘Puffies’ was her word for her training pants. My skin flushed at what that might mean, but I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, so I asked, “What for?”

“When I wore puffies I could push ’em down and rub it down there and get happy when I wanted. And sometimes you changed me, and you rubbed me too, or sometimes gave me special kisses. And when you did I got those big honey feelings, and the honey loves felt so good, and now I’m big and we don’t do that anymore.” She looked at me sidelong, eyes wide and searching.

“Did seeing Anna with her clothes off make you think of the things you do between your legs?”

She nodded, slow and solemn. “When I was waiting for you to come with the car, I hid in the bushes and rubbed my weewee and my bibi down my panties, ’cause I was so tingly. But I knew I was a big girl, and shouldn’t do little girl stuff. So I didn’t get the honey and now I’m still tingly and I can’t stop thinkin’ of Anna and her looking at me.”

My heart went out to her. Poor little Bon-Bon, all turned on by her pretty school mate, knowing what her body wants and unable to allow herself to get it.

“I could look at you like Anna,” I blurted, the idea seizing control without my having thought about it.

“How?”

My cheeks felt very warm. “Lift up your dress for me, like you did for her.” Bianca stared at me, unmoving. So I decided to act like her little friend, too. “Come on, pull it up and let me see.”

Confused, she bent slightly, took her hem, and drew her simple dress up to her chin, exposing herself to me, her taut round tummy and cute brown nipples and little white panties with lemons on them. My hand came to rest on the curve of her bare little back. I think my mouth hung open slightly. She regarded me intensely, anticipating.

I scowled slightly, and said in my story-book voice, “Something’s still not right.” Bianca’s eyes questioned, desperately afraid of doing something wrong. I let my hand slip down her back to her plump panty-clad butt, and told her, “It’s these, these weren’t here when Anna looked at you, were they?”

She looked down at her panties and shook her head as I smoothed both hands all over the material, her ass, her little narrow hips, the swell of her mound. Her gusset was very damp, and I felt almost bad for the way I teased her, but I couldn’t seem to help it.

“Where were they?” I asked.

“Down. Down by my shoes.”

I hooked my fingers around the fabric on both hips and skimmed them down to her ankles, hearing her gasp. Then I sat back on the couch and simply admired her, so vulnerable, so excited, so naturally sexual. “I think you’re prettier than Anna.”

Bianca giggled giddily, flattered.

“So, do you wanna rub your little bonbon, like you said?” I asked her.

She looked stunned.

“You can do it, if you want. As long as we’re alone at home, it’s okay, it’s natural, just like wanting to look. If it feels good to rub your weewee or your bibi, you don’t have to stop just because you’re a big girl.” I gulped. “Momma can watch you touching, if you want.”

My daughter trembled. She still held her dress to her chin. “Would you do it, Momma? I wanna have the honey loves, and you make it so nice. You can do your hand or your mouth, I just want it. I want honey, Momma.”

I felt compelled by my little girl’s desire, powerless to resist and not wanting to. My hands reached out, one snaking around her waist, the other resting on her tummy. I grinned affectionately, then smoothed up her silky flesh to her chest and throat, while behind I brushed and squeezed her plump butt, my fingertips playing up and down her crack. I felt her heart thumping, the deep rise and fall of her breath.

I bent forward, looked into her wide, wild eyes as I brought my lips to hers, parting them slightly, and kissed her. I lingered, giving kiss after slow kiss while my hands slid all over her plush little body. Eventually, she picked up on the rhythm of it, her mouth opening with mine, but I didn’t dare to slip my tongue into her mouth. Not then, anyway.

As our kisses became more sensual, I let my hands wander more knowingly, and she made surprised squeaks as she felt my fingers rest gently on her tiny, delectable pussy and asshole. Both spots were steamy and slick; she’d been excited for a while. When I began to rub, her knees wobbled and Bianca made an adorable sigh of surrender into my mouth.

And there I sat on the sofa in my living room, with my daughter holding her dress up and letting her sweet momma masturbate her, both my hands busy between her legs, one in front, one in back. It was so fun, the way her kisses got more sloppy and fervent as she got more stimulated. Her hips rocked back and forth, as she tried to get more feeling from one tender orifice, then the other. And when she quickly found her beautiful little orgasm, she yipped and shuddered and then practically went limp, breaking our drooling kiss, her head resting on my shoulder, quick breaths hot on my neck. Only my fingertips pressed into her creamy, pleasured little holes were holding her up.

When she returned to herself, she gave me the brightest, most loving smile I can ever remember seeing. My own smile blossomed in response.

“I love you, honey,” I murmured, and she nuzzled my neck and chuckled, finally letting the dress drop, the hem gathering at my cradling wrists.

“Love you too, Momma,” she purred. “I missed the honey loves so much. I was afraid you wouldn’t give ’em to me anymore ’cause I was too big.”

“Oh, Bon-Bon,” I replied, welling up, and drew her into a tight hug.

When she drew back, she looked at me curiously and asked, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” I replied. I’d meant everything I’d done.

“That it can be like before? I can pull down my panties and have happy touches when I want? That you’ll give me more honey loves?”

There was that phrase again. I couldn’t tell if she was referring to her orgasm, or just the sexual fondling I gave her. Maybe she didn’t even differentiate. I didn’t mind; I just loved that the sensation was so important to her that she’d given it a name.

“If you want,” I said. “This is your home, and this is your body, and if you want to touch between your legs to feel happy, you can. I want my girl to be happy, Bon-Bon.”

Her eyes sparkled with delight at my answer. And after a second to think about what I’d told her, she asked, “Can you use your mouth next time?”

I did. And the next time after that, I fingered her during her bath. And the time after that, I slipped my tongue into her mouth while I diddled her. She let out a cry of muffled delight, held my cheeks, and started ardently slithering her little nimble tongue over mine, and I deliriously wondered why I’d hesitated before. And on it went from there, as days turned to weeks turned to months and my wonderful daughter rediscovered her naughty joys.

Bianca had rhythms and patterns to her sexuality, the same as anyone. It’s hard to imagine anyone, at any age, abandoning erotic pleasure once they’ve experienced it. It’s instinctive, your body hungers for it. The way I saw things, my daughter and I were both blessed with the gift of carnal desire, and I was unwilling to repress her.

She wanted to masturbate alone about as often as she wanted me to be with her. And as much as I loved the naughty play time we shared, as much as I craved her little body, I always let her initiate. This was about my daughter’s sexual development more than mine. I wasn’t going to make a four year old responsible for my satisfaction.

In our new situation, I took care of myself in private, following my own frequent urges, and always, always after I played with her. I didn’t want to make my little girl have to deal with her Momma’s masturbation habits. At least, not until she made it clear that she wanted to. She’s marvelously curious like that.

One icy January afternoon, as I unraveled her from her from her winter bundling, she asked, “Am I naughty?”

Carefully keeping my composure, I found out the reason for her question. Bianca had been feeling ‘tingly’ at school, so she found a quiet comfy place during snack time and did what came naturally to her. Another student spotted her, told the teacher, and soon she was sitting before Miss Dormer, who told her that what she’d done was naughty, and that she shouldn’t do naughty things in class, or she might not be allowed to come back. This left my four year old very distressed.

So I explained as best as I could that naughty wasn’t the same as bad. Some naughty things were actually really fun, but if she did them at the wrong time, she could make people upset or uncomfortable. This brought me to the concept of private times, and how it was important that she not let anyone else see her when she made herself happy between her legs.

“Anyone but you,” she said with a cheeky grin. I smiled helplessly.

Private time took some practice. Eventually I had a couple of embarrassing meetings with Miss Dormer, who made it clear that Bianca was normal and far from alone in her precocious behavior, even in her class. But she hoped I could help my daughter understand that she needed to follow rules, and that some things shouldn’t be done in public. I felt lucky, she was so compassionate and understanding.

But it was easier said than done. A few times the following spring, I had to go over to my daughter when we were out at the park, especially when she watched girls playing on the jungle gym. I’d position myself to block her from the view of the other mothers, crouch down, and cover her straying hand with my own, saying, “You should save this for private time, okay, honey?”

Bianca would immediately stop, looking surprised at herself, but when we got home she would invariably want honey loves. I was delighted to provide them, because I knew the waiting would made her especially horny and very responsive. She would go and go until I made her cum twice, with only a brief ticklish pause in between eager demands for her Momma’s loving touch.

There’s something to be said for positive reinforcement, especially when the reward is an orgasm.

Besides, she was getting older and better able to control herself. She turned five that summer, and by the time she reached kindergarten, there were no more issues.

I still had some sleepless nights, worried that my daughter would out us and our forbidden relationship, with just a mistaken word, an emotional blurt. I tried to imagine the repercussions of being found out, but it was so terrible I couldn’t manage. But I suspect she understood the secrecy of what we did, the need for it, without me having to explain it overmuch. What we did to her body together was just as private as what she did alone. As the weeks became months became a year with no signs of trouble, things that once seemed troubling and taboo just came to feel natural. And as I gently taught her and curbed her behavior, she gradually broke down my own inhibitions, one after another. Bianca brought such innocent playfulness to her desires, it was pointless to resist for too long.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By No One

The electric feeling from before was back. Melina’s whole body seemed to be tingling with some sort of erotic energy. It made her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra, and a pleasant warmth was suddenly spreading between her legs. Her cheeks flushed as she felt a little embarrassed by her body’s reaction, but not enough to break the kiss just yet. She was quite satisfied with her decision to go through with it at that moment.

“Wow,” she breathed after the kiss did eventually end—she couldn’t quite tell if it had been seconds or minutes.

“Mmm, yeah,” Abbie purred, breathing out a deep sigh of contentment. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now.”

Melina let out a surprised laugh. “Really? So you’ve been checking me out and thinking about kissing me… You’re full of surprises today.”

“I guess I am,” Abbie agreed, winking at her before leaning in again for another kiss.

This time Melina led the dance and immediately slipped her tongue into her friend’s mouth, making her moan softly. Apparently this kissing business just gets better the more you do it, because this kiss turned out even more exciting and electric than the previous one, something Melina had not thought possible. It did not end until both of them were a little out of breath.

“Holy crap,” Melina murmured afterwards.

“I agree,” Abbie said, and they grinned at each other.

“So… is there anything else you’ve been thinking about me that I should know about?” Melina asked after she had caught her breath a little.

“Well, maybe a few things,” Abbie replied slowly, with a look in her eyes that Melina suspected was pure lust.

Abbie reached out to touch Melina’s belly and began to trace lazy circles on her skin with one finger, making Melina shiver at the sensation. Their lips met once again, without tongue this time, but that might be just as well since Melina didn’t think she could have concentrated on her tongue movement with her friend’s distracting hand roaming over her body. There was a pleasant exhilaration to anticipating the motion of the fingers on her skin. They moved this way and that rather erratically, but seemed to be drifting higher and higher, suspiciously enough.

While Melina had expected Abbie’s hand to finally cup her breast, the actual contact still made her break the kiss with a little cry. She’d fondled her own breasts a bit before in intimate moments, and while that had been pretty nice, the sensation seemed intensified somehow when someone else did it for you. It felt like a little shock that went straight from her hard nipple down to the warmth between her legs, making her whole body twitch and tingle.

“Was that okay?” Abbie asked playfully as her hand came away from Melina’s bra, but not before giving a last flick on her nipple, making her gasp once more.

“Y-yeah, I think so,” Melina said, still a little overwhelmed by the sensation.

Abbie leaned back a little, looking pointedly at Melina’s bra-clad chest. “I think we have another unfair clothing situation here.”

“O-oh, right, I guess so,” Melina said, also glancing down at her chest.

Leaning in close again, Abbie reached around Melina to get at the clasp of her bra. “May I?” she asked with a wink.

Melina swallowed and nodded, sticking to her decision of not overthinking things. She had not been disappointed up to now.

There was a pleasant moment when their bodies pushed together as Abbie pressed close to peer at Melina’s back, depositing a kiss on her neck while she was at it.

“Oh yeah, these things are much easier to undo when you can see what you’re doing,” Abbie commented as she undid the bra, and they both giggled. Sitting back, she took the bra with her as Melina allowed her to pull it off her arms.

Melina felt her cheeks burn as her friend’s eyes devoured her modest breasts, now fully revealed. She had to fight the urge to cover up with her hands.

“Mmm, I love your big boobs,” Abbie said huskily.

Melina snorted at her silliness. “Big? They’re barely any bigger than yours. You’d need like a microscope to tell the difference.”

There was a moment of silence as the analogy was pondered.

“Not sure how a microscope would…” Abbie began.

“Yeah, dunno how that would work,” Melina said at the same time. They both laughed.

“Anyway, my point was… I love these,” Abbie said as she suddenly cupped Melina’s boobs in both hands and gave them a squeeze.

Melina cried out in surprise—and unexpected pleasure. She quickly covered her mouth with one hand, but it was a bit too late for that. She could only hope she hadn’t been too loud.

Abbie was grinning at her. The girl had gone from an embarrassed confession of lesbianism to being a bold and daring temptress in no time at all, Melina thought. Then again, to be fair, she herself had gone from having never thought about girls this way before, to… well, whatever they were doing now.

Glancing at the bedroom door, Melina said: “If we’re going to… do stuff like this, maybe I should put on some music to cover things up.” She didn’t know how far things might go, but she was getting the idea that Abbie was ready for a lot, and she wasn’t sure she wanted her friend to stop either.

“Good idea,” Abbie said, still grinning.

Melina walked over to her laptop, queued up an album she liked, and cranked up the volume to a level she deemed sufficient. Turning back, she saw that Abbie was now lying back on the bed resting on her elbows, admiring her. Not for the first type today, Melina felt a flush of mixed embarrassment and excitement. Abbie still had that rather cocky grin on her lips, too. Maybe it was time to give the girl a taste of her own medicine.

Walking up to the bed, Melina sat down next to her friend. Hesitantly, she laid a hand on Abbie’s flat belly, then slowly caressed her way up until she was cupping the girl’s breast. Abbie let out a sharp gasp, which turned into a moan before long as Melina kept kneading the sensitive flesh, soon adding her left hand into the mix to pleasure her friend’s other breast. 

Moaning louder now, Abbie closed her eyes and let herself fall back on the bed completely. “Mmm, Mel,” she whispered huskily, “that feels so nice.”

It was very weird to hear her name uttered in passion like that. Weird but… arousing. Melina let her hands roam over Abbie’s body, from her neck to her tummy, with of course special attention to her boobs. Though a new experience for her, she soon discovered that giving someone else pleasure in this way could be quite intoxicating. Every movement she made elicited a response in the other girl: a gasp, a moan, a twitch, even a sharp little cry when she tried pinching a nipple—and she loved all of it.

After a moment, she noticed her friend’s hips bucking suggestively. She wondered if Abbie realized she was doing it, or if it was subconscious. Moving one hand from Abbie’s upper body to her thigh, Melina bit her lip, pondering if she dared to give the girl what her body seemed to be demanding. She grinned to herself as she imagined what Abbie’s reaction would be. She figured if they’d already gone this far…

Very slowly, she trailed her fingers up one thigh. Abbie showed no reaction yet, possibly distracted by the other hand playing with her nipple. Finally reaching her friend’s shorts, Melina was out of room to move further upwards. Taking a deep breath, she decided herself and pressed her hand directly between Abbie’s legs, already feeling her warmth through the clothing.

Abbie let out a loud cry that stretched into a moan. Her eyes opened wide and she stared at Melina. Quite the satisfying reaction, indeed. Though now Melina had to wonder if she’d maybe gone a bit too far, judging by Abbie’s shocked expression. Hesitating, she withdrew her hand from her friend’s crotch.

“Don’t stop,” Abbie pleaded urgently. “Please.”

Flashing a shy smile, Melina resumed caressing her best friend’s most intimate place. Alternating between pressing hard and more softly, moving her hand up and down, it seemed to have the desired effect.

“Mmmm, yesss,” Abbie purred, closing her eyes and pushing her hips against Melina’s hand.

She was getting really worked up now. Her moans were louder and louder, and Melina hoped the music was still doing its job. A sheen of sweat now covered the girl’s body, and a strand of her hair was plastered on her forehead. She’s so pretty like that, Melina caught herself thinking. Unsure what to feel about the odd thought, she pushed it away. It wasn’t really the time to ponder this.

“Oh. Mel,” Abbie moaned. Melina was beginning to think she could get used to pretty girls murmuring her name in ecstasy. Her name had certainly never sounded so sexy before.

“Mel,” Abbie repeated more urgently, and Melina realized she wasn’t just moaning her name but actually trying to get her attention.

“Y-yeah?” she said, slowing her caresses.

“Do you think you could…” Abbie hesitated, breathing hard. “You know…” Her hand went down to her shorts and she undid the button as an explanation.

“Oh,” Melina said, eyes going wide at what Abbie was suggesting. That was a big step. Still, she had to admit that, according to her own experimentation over the past year or so, direct contact did feel a lot better. And it was a bit late to turn back now, anyway. Blushing furiously and unable to meet her friend’s gaze, she nodded.

Unzipping Abbie’s shorts revealed white panties. Melina took a deep breath, then slipped her hand under the waistband. Her friend’s smooth sex was wet and hot, and so ready. Even the panties felt soaked against the back of Melina’s hand.

“Wow, you’re so wet,” she said, giggling.

“Shut up.” Abbie laughed bashfully, but her embarrassment seemed immediately forgotten when Melina resumed her caresses, now directly on her sensitive sex.

Her fingers now slick with the girl’s excitement, Melina ran them up and down Abbie’s slit, in and out of the folds of her treasure. It didn’t take long before the sounds of pleasure coming from Abbie intensified. A finger pressed to her clit drew a sharp cry.

“Yes! Mel, yes, right there,” Abbie whispered urgently.

Melina grinned to herself; it didn’t sound like Abbie wanted things to last. She concentrated on the most sensitive spot, making small circles with her fingertips on the girl’s clit. The reaction was immediate: Abbie’s body thrashed wildly, her breath coming in fast as if she had just sprinted a mile. Melina estimated she was very close. This is hot, she thought, already somewhat more comfortable with what she was doing. Something else to think about later.

“Oh, yes, Mel! I’m gonna… I’m…” Abbie’s words were interrupted when her back arched off the bed and her mouth froze open in a silent scream, her eyes screwed tightly shut. She remained fixed in that position for several long seconds, and Melina was rather relieved that Abbie seemed to be having a silent orgasm, because that looked like an ear-shattering scream caught in her throat. The music would probably not have covered that.

Finally, Abbie’s body crashed down onto the bed, like a puppet with its strings cut. She still twitched erratically a little, and seemed to be trying to shy away from the hand still trapped in her panties. Melina got the message, and withdrew her hand from her friend’s now too-sensitive sex.

“Oh… wow… oh my God…” Abbie tried to articulate through her heavy breathing.

Letting the girl catch her breath, Melina contemplated her hand, still slick with Abbie’s juices, unsure what one normally did in such a situation. Looking around, she grabbed a couple tissues off the bedside table and wiped her hand clean-ish.

“Oh my God, Mel, that was amazing,” Abbie said when she had recovered a little. Suddenly sitting up, she took hold of Melina’s head with both hands and planted a long and passionate kiss on her lips.

“Oh. Well, you’re welcome,” Melina said sheepishly afterwards, one hand unconsciously coming up to scratch the back of her head. She was feeling a little out of breath herself.

“I mean it. That was like… just wow. So much better than when I do it to myself.”

“Well, maybe your fingers just aren’t as talented as mine.” Melina winked at the other girl, wiggling said fingers in her face.

“Psh, my fingers are plenty good, I’ll have you know,” Abbie said, poking one of those fingers into Melina’s ribs. “It’s just… different when it’s someone else doing it,” she explained. Looking pointedly down at Melina’s skirt, she slowly ran a finger up her thigh. Melina thought she already knew what the next words would be, and was proven correct when Abbie looked up into her eyes and asked teasingly: “Want me to show you?”

Melina held her friend’s gaze for a moment, feeling her cheeks grow hot once more. Surely she was breaking some sort of blushing record today. She didn’t hesitate very long, though. While this was another huge step that probably shouldn’t be taken lightly, in an afternoon already full of new experiences, the truth was that she was a horny mess at that moment and really needed some release. She’d teased Abbie about her wetness, but she was pretty sure her own panties weren’t entirely dry either.

“O-okay,” she said simply.

Abbie gave her a big smile. “Lie down,” she said softly.

Melina let herself be gently pushed down on the bed. Her skirt was pulled up to reveal her girly pink panties. She thought she might have worn something a bit more mature if she’d known this was going to happen, but Abbie didn’t seem to mind. “Cute,” the girl said with a wink.

Abbie hooked her fingers into the panties’ waistband, and Melina, though apprehensive, lifted her bum off the bed to allow her friend to pull them down her legs. Her sex was now in plain sight, smooth with just a few dark hairs that had recently appeared.

Abbie stared at it in a very embarrassing manner. “Mmm, that’s a pretty pussy,” she commented, and Melina went from embarrassed to mortified.

“Oh, God.” Melina threw her arm across her eyes. It felt like it would be less awkward somehow if she didn’t see anything. She could still hear her friend giggle at her reaction, though.

“Hmm, actually… I want to try something,” Abbie said.

Melina frowned. Try something? She thought getting her “pretty pussy” rubbed by someone else would already be more than enough of a new experience. What did the girl possibly have in mind? She felt her friend shift position on the bed, though she didn’t quite know what she was doing until she felt a warm breath between her legs.

Her eyes opening wide, Melina raised herself up on her elbows to stare at Abbie, who was now lying face-down between her legs.

“What are you—” she began, but her sentence turned into a cry halfway through when she felt her friend’s tongue take a slow, tentative lick across her slit. Melina stared in disbelief. Did Abbie really just put her tongue… there?

“Don’t—” she tried to say, but again the tongue didn’t let her finish, this time pressing deeper into her intimacy. Letting out a loud moan, she let herself fall back down on the bed. 

“Don’t? You sure?” Abbie asked teasingly. When Melina could only whimper in reply, her tongue resumed its ministrations, now more confidently playing with the folds of her sex.

Melina couldn’t believe what was happening. She’d never imagined such a thing. It was so dirty. It felt so amazing. Though it must be pretty gross for Abbie, Melina thought, she quickly gave up any objections when she saw how great it felt. Clearly, a hot wet tongue was better than any fingers.

In fact, Abbie’s tongue seemed to be getting more skilled by the second, teasing every nook and cranny of her treasure with varied motions: sometimes moving in a circle, sometimes up and down; at times slow, other times fast. It was driving Melina crazy with pleasure. She couldn’t quite keep in her moans, and her hips jerked uncontrollably in response to the invading tongue. She clutched the bed sheets in a death grip with one hand, while the other had come up of its own volition to play with her boobs.

When Abbie flicked her clit with her tongue, a loud cry forced its way past Melina’s lips and she had to clamp a hand over her mouth. Giggling, her friend seemingly decided she was going to make her scream as loud as possible, and concentrated her oral assault on her clit. The sensation was almost too intense to bear, waves of pleasure emanating from the sensitive organ and somehow spreading out through her entire body.

Something was building deep within Melina. She’d come to know that feeling pretty well, knew that soon would come that ecstatic explosion. She didn’t think she’d ever reached it so quickly, though. Just a few more seconds now, Abbie’s tongue on her clit would make sure of that. God, Abbie is licking my pussy, she thought, and with that, the orgasm finally crashed into her body. Her consciousness was reduced to a pinpoint of pure pleasure as her body thrashed out of her control. She had considerable trouble focusing on pressing her hand over her mouth as hard as could to avoid alerting her mother—and maybe the whole neighborhood.

She had never felt so good in her whole life.

Afterwards, she remained motionless for a while, simply trying to catch her breath. She felt Abbie move on the bed and sit next to her. Opening one eye, she saw the girl grinning at her, looking mighty proud of herself.

“Holy… holy crap,” Melina managed haltingly.

“That good, huh?” her friend asked, her grin growing even wider.

“That was…” Melina began, then shook her head, unable to find the words. “Where did you learn to do that?” she asked instead.

Abbie smiled sheepishly. “The Internet.”

“What, they have a Wikipedia page about this or something?”

Abbie snorted. “Well, probably but… I meant more like, um, videos.”

It took a moment for Melina’s foggy brain to realize what she was referring to. “What! You looked at porn?” she exclaimed.

“Well, a little,” Abbie admitted bashfully, then she frowned at her friend. “Hey, you’re the one going into skeevy chat rooms, don’t give me crap about this.”

Melina giggled. “I guess. Mom installed a program that blocks dirty sites on my laptop, anyway. It just doesn’t know that chat sites can be dirty.”

“Oh, well there you go, I bet you’d have looked up porn too if it wasn’t blocked!”

“Maybe,” Melina admitted with a grin. Thinking back to what had just happened, she hesitantly added: “But wasn’t it, like, gross? Putting your tongue… there?”

Abbie shrugged. “Nah, it wasn’t bad. Not really a strong taste. I kinda liked it,” she said with a wink.

Suddenly, they heard a voice from the corridor outside the room: “Meli, did you hear me?” Melina’s mom sounded like she was at the top of the stairs.

They looked at each other in panic for a moment, eyes wide, then scrambled to get dressed. Luckily, Abbie was still wearing her shorts, and Melina her skirt—even though there was nothing underneath. Kicking her discarded panties under the bed, Melina grabbed the first shirt she could get her hands on from the wardrobe. “Err, hold on!” she called out as she pulled the shirt over her head.

When she was somewhat presentable, she glanced at Abbie to make sure her friend also had her shirt back on, then—hoping she didn’t look like someone who’d just had sex—opened the door and came face to face with her mother, who seemed like she’d been about to turn the doorknob herself.

“Oh, err, what was that? Didn’t hear you ’cause of the music,” Melina said, trying her best not to sound guilty.

“Yes, that’s pretty loud, honey,” her mother said, frowning.

“Sorry.” Melina motioned for Abbie to turn it off.

“I said that dinner is ready,” her mom repeated once quiet had returned.

“Oh, okay, I’ll be right down.”

“All right.” Her mother glanced from one of them to the other, looking a little suspicious. Her eyes gazed around the room, then she shrugged and went back downstairs.

They exchanged a look of relief, and Melina let out a long sigh.

“Well, that was close. You think she heard anything?” she whispered.

“Hmm, you were pretty loud,” Abbie said with a satisfied smile, “but I think it was probably okay.”

Melina blushed a little. “I hope so. We gotta be more careful next time.”

Abbie grinned. “Next time?”

“Oh um, well err…” Melina stammered. She had not really considered what she was saying. “Um, we’ll see,” she finally said.

“Okay,” Abbie agreed, though her smile faded a little.

“Anyway, I should, um…” Melina said awkwardly, gesturing towards the door and stairs.

“Yeah, sure.”

They made their way down the stairs and into the lobby.

“Well, I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” Melina said.

“Yeah, see ya,” Abbie said, then brushed her hand softly against Melina’s. They exchanged hesitant smiles before Abbie opened the door and left.

Left alone, Melina sighed. That was kinda awkward, she thought. Are things gonna be weird now? She wasn’t sure where their relationship stood exactly anymore.

* * *

Later that night, Melina kept twisting and turning in her bed, unable to sleep. The events of that afternoon kept going through her mind. There was so much to think about.

She’d had sex for the first time today. Maybe. Did what they did really count as sex? Probably not, she thought, but she wasn’t sure what to call it. Maybe she was a virgin until she did it for real with a boy.

In any case, though, the point was that she had her first sexual experience with someone else. And that someone else was her best friend. A girl. That took some effort to wrap her mind around. She couldn’t deny that the experience had been enjoyable. More than that: pretty amazing even. Did that mean she was turning into a lesbian?

An image of Abbie, topless, sweaty, and writhing on her bed, flashed in her mind. Melina had to admit to herself that it was a rather sexy sight. It gave her a funny feeling in her stomach even now, maybe even a little heat between her legs. Shaking her head, she pushed the image from her mind.

Instead, she pictured Noah, a boy in her class that she had maybe a little bit of a crush on. He still seemed like a total cutie to her at that moment. What was that other word? “Bisexual?” Is that what was happening? She tried to picture some of the other girls in her class: redhead Alicia, who was friends with her and Abbie; little mousy Sara the gymnastics champion; stupid Ashley with her dumb huge boobs who could easily pass for 16 and it was so unfair. None of them really made her feel anything. Maybe if I saw them having an orgasm, she thought, and giggled.

Giving up on penetrating the mysteries of her attractions, her thoughts turned to the future. Would she fool around with Abbie again? Her friend certainly seemed to want to. Thinking about how good it had felt, Melina thought that she might, too. An image of Abbie down between her legs flashed in her wandering mind, and she again felt a flush of heat in her panties. She couldn’t forget the girl’s tongue on her sex.

What would it mean for their friendship, though? She loved Abbie dearly, as a friend. Would things change between them? If they started fooling around, did that mean that Abbie was her girlfriend? Was a lover just a best friend you have sex with? She sighed, confused. Maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe labels weren’t so important as long as they were happy.

All this thinking about what had happened between them was getting her in a bit of a state. She slipped a hand under the t-shirt she wore to bed, moved across her belly, and paused at the hem of her panties. She wanted some release. Was it weird to masturbate thinking about your best friend? She decided she didn’t care and slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties, into the hot, slick folds of her treasure.

“Mmm,” she sighed contentedly, as the doubts and questions in her mind were replaced with pure pleasure. She began teasing her sex with her fingers, slowly moving up and down her slit.

A sudden noise next to her made her jump and yank her hand out of her panties, before she realized it was only her phone vibrating on the nightstand. She shook her head, laughing at herself, though a bit annoyed at having been interrupted. Picking up the device, she unlocked the screen and saw that she’d received a text message from Abbie.

Are we cool? it said, followed by a sad face.

Poor Abbie had probably been having doubts similar to hers. Maybe not about her sexuality, but certainly worries about their friendship. Whatever changed between them, one thing Melina was sure of was that they would remain friends.

We’re cool, she replied, with a happy face.

Good, came the reply a few seconds later, with a smiley face of her own.

Melina nodded to herself, glad that they’d at least cleared that up. She was considering resuming her previous activity when the phone again rumbled in her hand.

…cuz I just came thinking about you, it said, followed by a complex series of emojis, including a wink, a blush, shifty eyes, a heart, and a sweat drop.

Melina goggled at the text. Holy crap, that girl, she thought. What do you say to something like that? It looked like Abbie’s thoughts had indeed been really similar to her own tonight. Thinking about her friend in bed, rubbing herself, made the warmth between her own thighs burn hotter. She wasn’t quite ready to admit something like that to the other girl, though.

With hands that were trembling a little, she typed out a tamer reply: lol hope you had fun.

Not as great as when you do it to me, but pretty good, Abbie sent out after a moment. Melina giggled and sent her a wink. She wasn’t really comfortable enough to flirt or comment further just yet.

Putting the phone down on her nightstand, she immediately slipped her hand right back into her panties. She found she was even wetter than before and shook her head at herself. That didn’t stop her from putting her fingers back to work, though, on the contrary.

She sighed deeply as she began tracing a slow circle. Sexy images popped and shifted in her mind. Abbie in her own bed, doing the same thing that she was. Then she was with Abbie, and it was her fingers inside her friend’s panties, making her gasp and moan. Then the roles were reversed and she imagined it was the other girl’s fingers she was feeling between her legs. Fantasy-Abbie wasn’t satisfied with that for long, though, and she yanked off the panties to use her mouth instead. That was an especially nice thought, and Melina teased her clit with a finger, fantasizing that it was her friend’s tongue instead. It was not as good, but still did the job.

Small moans escaped her lips, though she tried to be quiet. Flipping over on the bed to lie on her belly, she buried her face into her pillow. She began moving her hips to mash her sex into the hand still trapped in her panties, savoring the jolt of pleasure on each thrust. She knew she was getting very close now.

She wondered what it would be like to do to Abbie what the girl had done to her, with her tongue. In this position, she imagined she was lying between her friend’s legs, her face inches from Abbie’s treasure. In her mind, she was leaning forward, kissing it, slipping her tongue between its folds. It seemed so dirty, but at the same time so hot and sexy.

Finally, the pleasure that had been building up inside her crested, and loud moans were muffled by her pillow as the waves of her orgasm took her. Her body tensed for long, intense seconds, then relaxed, leaving her drained and sweaty, but extremely satisfied.

Her mind at peace, she had no more trouble quickly falling asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By eloquent delinquent

I turn the cart and start heading toward the back corner of the market, maneuvering around all the shoppers and their baskets. I’m not thinking of my list any more. There’s only one thing on my mind right now, and she’s lovingly regarding me from her seat, looking so innocent, with nothing on under her skirt except the delectable sheen of a fresh cummie.

The store’s getting more crowded now, and I worry about my plan. What if my target isn’t available? I’m so primed right now, I probably want it worse than Bianca did this morning, and look what she did to get it. If I get shut out of my chosen spot, I recklessly imagine myself hoisting my six year old daughter onto the checkout counter, crouching down, throwing her legs over my shoulders, and frenziedly devouring her delectable pussy and asshole right in front of the stunned (and inevitably cute) teenage cashier.

Holy fuck I get so insane when I’m horny! No wonder I was so afraid of myself, so freaked out, after that first time. Back then I thought, surely mothers couldn’t feel this way about their daughters. I’d done some perverted stuff in my life, but incest? That was certainly wrong, that would do damage.

I couldn’t even approach the thought of what had happened on the changing table, of how much I’d liked it, without feeling atrocious. Mothers couldn’t do this, couldn’t feel like this, could they? How could they stand it? It would wreck their children, to be touched like that, to be fondled. Or, let’s face it, masturbated. Otherwise, why was it so forbidden? What would my daughter think of me, now that I’d done those things to her?

My answer came a couple of wretched days later. I was a mess, and Bianca was getting more cranky and emotional by the hour. I chalked it up to my sexual abuse. Afternoon changing time was upon us, another breathless, stiff-necked moment when I tried as best as I could to ignore my daughter’s body while tending to it. Another session of enduring her apprehensive watchfulness, hands up to her shoulders, like she was waiting to see if I would turn back into the monster who had molested her. As I marched her into her room, she kept looking back at me over her shoulder, and when we got in there she stood a bit away from me, by the bed.

“Come on Bon-Bon, get up there,” I told her.

Looking at me intently, she bent and pushed down her sweat pants and trainers, awkwardly stepping out of them and standing to one side, as if proving to me she could do it herself. Then she reached down, took the hem of her little sweatshirt, and peeled it up off over her head, dropping it in a pile on top of the trainers. She stood there naked except for her socks and met my eye again. My breath caught, I felt myself blushing furiously, my panties were instantly soaked.

She crossed past me, close enough that I could smell her sweet body, and climbed up onto the changing table, turning and lying on her back. It was like my daughter was in complete control now, and I obediently took my usual place by the end of the table, looking at her nude body, flustered. I saw the same bright pinkness between her legs I’d seen before. Her tiny nipples were hard. She gently squirmed, getting comfy. I cleared my throat, struggling for composure, and absently reached for a wipe.

Bianca raised her legs and spread them at the same time, tipping her hips up, up. She reached up and held her ankles just above her ruffled white socks, crossing them above her smooth chest. She glanced down between her legs, drawing my gaze to where I was trying so hard to avoid, and I could see her pretty, tiny pussy and butt hole turned up to me, displayed for me. I stared, trembling, my mouth filled with spit. Then, shaking myself, I looked back up to my daughter’s face.

She was looking at me steadily, thoughtfully. She shifted again, and her slit winked open to reveal the glistening softness inside. Her eyebrows lifted candidly, and she asked, “Honey, Momma?”

Any pretension of my resistance dissolved right then. With an almost desperate whine, I closed my hands around her warm, plump thighs, and watched as my own thumbs nearly met at the edges of her dainty slit, and began to caress her, up and down.

“Like that, baby? You want Momma to rub your pretty little bonbon like that? Do you want the lovey touches from Momma, honey? Does that make you feel so pretty?”

Smiling hugely, she cooed and rolled her hips against my teasing fingers in a very unchildlike fashion. I used my thumbs to part her lips and expose the unimaginably sweet blossom of her excited little pussy. She gasped.

“Ohh, you make Momma feel so naughty… So naughty, and so happy touching you honey, Momma likes to see you have the pretty feelings… you want Momma to be naughty to her good little girl, honey, to touch you?”

“Momma touch my honey!” Bianca exclaimed.

I made her say it. I couldn’t contain my elation. Suddenly, I gained a new perspective on her behavior. She wasn’t upset because I’d sexually fondled her – she was upset because I hadn’t done it again! But now Momma was making her happy like before, and she was all peaches and cream. My mind was reeling, I kept thinking, she wants it too! And, it’s love it’s just love she doesn’t know any better it feels just like love… And, I’m a terrible mother but I just can’t help it it’s so strange but it’s so beautiful…

The pad of my right thumb slipped into those parted lips, pressed into the hot, moist softness of her folds, while my left stole lower, into her little butt crack, and nestled against her firm little anus. And as I started moving both thumbs in lulling circles, I looked into the face of my little girl and she looked at me and her face became dreamy and joyous and it seemed like every sensation that I gave her pulsed wetly into her body, raced up her spine, and glittered in her grateful, half-lidded brown eyes.

“Oh yes honey that’s it, that’s Momma’s pretty girl, you like that naughty touching don’t you, yeah let Momma give it to you honey, Momma wants to make her little baby feel sooo good…”

“Nnn not… hmh, not a baby, momma…” she insisted, sighing, as her suspended legs began to gently, rhythmically pump.

“No, honey, you’re a big pretty girl and you know how to play like big girls do, like Momma plays with you, rubbing your naughty pretty places and having big girl feelings, yeah like that honey like that…”

I was amazed by how strong her reactions were, how early her sexual instincts could come into play. I always thought I was a freak, feeling the way I did as a little girl. But I started to think maybe lots of girls were like this, if they were left free to explore. Or maybe it was just something passed along from my genes. Either way, her arousal amplified mine and made me so horny I could only surrender to it.

Bianca’s pussy was slippery as my thumb glided along her buttery folds. I licked my other thumb and returned it to my daughter’s anus, making it slide as smoothly as the other. She wiggled, breathing hard, getting more and more wound up.

“ooo mmm momma ahhh… ohhh bibi, bibi honey momma….”

‘Bibi’ was the word we used for her asshole when she potty trained. Apparently she really enjoyed the sensations I was giving her there. Naughty baby girl, I thought, and gushed about half an orgasm into my panties.

Remembering the taste I’d had before, I lifted my thumb off her increasingly lubricated quim, causing her to whimper in frustration. Much more deliberately than before, I placed the moistened pad of my thumb between my parted lips, and slowly licked Bianca’s wetness off of it while I inhaled. The subtle flavor of her immature pussy blossomed in my mouth. I could sense the tartness of her pee, but more present was a lighter, earthier flavor, almost nutty, and I groaned knowing I was tasting her excitement.

Bianca lifted her head and looked at me almost crossly. She scooched her butt so that I rubbed her pucker more firmly, and spread her legs wider for me, whining, “Honey, honey…”

My daughter’s sexual urgency only turned me on more. Almost mindlessly I pumped a generous amount of baby lotion into my free palm. When I removed my other thumb from her butt hole she looked positively betrayed. But as I slathered my hands together I leaned forward, almost at her eye level, and told her, “Don’t worry honey Momma’s gonna make it all better. I’m gonna give you my special love, honey, something only naughty Mommas give to their pretty, naughty girls. You want that, honey, you want Momma’s special love?”

Her expression was halfway between pleading and demanding. “Uh, uh,” she grunted, flexing her little butt. It was all the response she could manage, and all I needed.

I reached out and closed my warm, oily hands over the silky flesh of her legs. With a firm touch I opened them wide as I squeezed and rubbed until her knees were poised to the side of her chubby hips. I ran my hands up the exposed backs of her thighs, over her butt, thumbs grazing her privates, and out around her hips. Then with both hands flat and covering most of her torso, I caressed my three year old’s soft nude body deeply and thoroughly, tummy and waist, chest and pointy nipples, sides and underarms, shoulders and throat, her beautiful skin sliding beneath my palms and fingertips.

Bianca’s eyes got languid and her head lowered to the table with a long happy sigh. I’d massaged her before, but with her arousal and the sensuality of my touch, the sensations she felt were completely different. Soon she was breathing deep, pumping her hips, gently twisting. Between the lotion and her heat, my little girl’s body seemed to glow.

I watched her reaction avidly, loving the feeling of her writhing under my hands. I glanced down, and just beneath my chin was her excited sex, subtly squirming just like the rest of her. Beneath the clean scent of the lotion, I could smell her. I couldn’t resist any more.

Breathlessly I told her, “Momma loves you, honey,” and then I opened my mouth and covered her smooth, tiny slit.

Bianca gasped sharply when my hot wet tongue wiped her pussy for the first time. My response was almost as strong, the flavor of my daughter’s sweet juicy cunt translating as pleasure in my mouth. Her thighs clamped my cheeks, knees at my ears. I stroked her legs, kept rubbing, kept licking. She kept gasping, her hips jerking with each swipe of my tongue, but soon those gasps were sprinkled with breathy giggles, groans and coos, and her legs relaxed into complete, trusting surrender to the delight she experienced.

We were both joined by bliss. The taste of Bianca was more gratifying than any pussy I’d ever had, and I got a rush with each new little pulse of fluid that emerged from her. She was so tiny that I didn’t have to adjust in order to lick her tender, delectable little asshole. I only had to open my mouth wider. She made new, grunting noises when I ground the tip of my tongue against her anal bud, and I knew she loved it. I let my tongue roam and race over her excited intimate parts, practically drooling on her.

I stroked her gorgeous, plump body all the while, but I got one hand free and brought it under the table, awkwardly unbuttoning my jeans. In my squatting position, out of her sight, I forced them and my panties down to my knees, spread my thighs as best as I could, and sank my fingers into my own swollen pussy. The baby lotion was slick and soothing but I was already plenty wet. It was like I couldn’t masturbate fast enough, strumming and fucking myself in a frenzy of lustful relief.

I started to moan into her pelvis while I lapped at her, and she replied to each one with her own girlish “Ah! Ah! Ah!” It was so hot and so cute, and our combined sounds nearly concealed the slick noises coming from under the table.

With my hand on her tummy I could feel the twitches and shudders my pleasuring tongue was giving her. So when she started to tense up, her back arching, I knew she was close to climax. I drew the flat of my tongue firmly over her yielding quim, probing with the tip until I uncovered the firm hot bead of her little clit. I began to flick it, and she immediately stiffened and her sighs pitched up into piping little cries, unspeakably excited.

I sped up, breathing hard, licking passionately, while down below I was pounding my sloppy pussy, three fingers plunging deep while my palm slapped wetly against my own swollen love button.

Bianca’s legs tightened and her body curled up around my massaging hand as she came into my mouth. I glanced up and saw her pink face scrunched up in an agony of joy. I felt every shiver and spasm in my daughter’s pussy on my tongue. Maybe it was because I was so close, but this time her girl-gasm seemed bigger, more physical. I entertained the thought that it was her Momma’s tongue that had made her cum harder.

That thought made me dizzy, Bianca’s satisfaction left me to concentrate on my own. All I really needed to do was to look at my daughter’s face in the throes of her delicious orgasm, to feel the sensations of my own fevered masturbation, and then imagine what we felt was the same, the same. My own orgasm rushed up and overwhelmed my cunt, my body, all of me, powerfully and with almost no warning.

“Oh honey! Oh honey, oh fuck,” I gasped, found myself panting onto her smooth, sopping, quivering crotch, “uuuuhhn, it’s so good, so nnn! So, so good honey, Momma has the feelings just like her naughty little girl, our pretty pussies, fuck, so naughty honey, so pretty…”

The words just gushed out of me during my climax, uncontrollable, the same way my vaginal fluid squirted against my palm. As those deep, perfect jolts of ecstasy trailed off, so did my babbling.

Through my messy hair, I saw Bianca looking down at my face with the most angelic little smile on her face. In her innocent expression was her contentment, her gratitude for my touch, her amusement at my fervent self-pleasure, and her happiness that I’d found the peak of my own delight.

You might say she was too young to have such a complex response. I’d tell you that our similar nature, and what we’d just shared, left us with a special bond. I know what I saw, and what’s happened since makes me certain that I was right.

I smiled back at her, only mine was an open-mouthed, goofy smile of delirious abandon. The sexual perversion I’d craved all these years, I’d just satisfied with my three year old daughter. And I’d done it because she wanted me to, practically demanded it. It was my most forbidden fantasy coming true right in my own apartment. Our eye contact went on and on, feeding the affection we felt.

Then, out of pure thankfulness, I held her gaze as I lowered my head to her magical little sex and wrapped my lips around her labia in a caressingly tender kiss.

Bianca’s eyes shot open. She squealed, shimmying her hips away from my loving mouth, shivering with sudden screeching giggles, going, “No no no no no no!”

I pulled back a little and chuckled at her supremely ticklish response. Her body settled, but her laughter carried on, more amused now, and as I straightened up and withdrew my dripping hand from between my legs, she started rocking her naked body a little from side to side and happily sing-songing, “Momma Momma Momma…”

I watched her little celebration of our playtime, grinning. I brought my freshly fucked fingers to my nose and lazily sniffed my tangy scent while I reached down with my free hand to stroke Bianca’s supple body. I imagine the scene we made, the nude and ecstatic toddler, and me, standing at the end of the changing table with my pants wrapped around my knees.

That day never left me. It’s on my mind now, even as I shoulder my purse, take Bianca’s coat out of her lap and drape it over my right arm. I’ve got the cart parked near the bulk food canisters against the side wall of the store, near the hallway leading back into the restrooms.

My daughter cranes around to look at that hallway, then back at me with a fresh excitement on her face. She gets it, the naughty scamp.

I crouch down and extend my left arm, “Come on, honey.”

She puts out both her arms and wraps them around my neck, playfully whispering, “Okay, honey.”

I smirk as I lift her from the cart, her boots hooking on the rail until she kicks them free. When she wraps her little legs around my waist, her green tartan dress rides up as she snuggles in. I cup her bare smooth hip in my left hand, her plush little ass resting on my wrist. I feel the heat and wetness of her six-year old puss through the waist of my thin sweater, and I know it’ll leave a spot, but I don’t care anymore.

Maybe it’s just my horniness talking, but it’s clear to me now that what’s happening in this supermarket is just the next step in the incestuous relationship between Bianca and I. There’s something of a pattern to it – I’ll swear there’s some limit to how perverted I’ll let myself become, then Bon-Bon will innocently and adorably express her desire to go past my limit. I’ll waffle for a while, then I’ll imagine how hot it might be, and how beautiful my daughter will look as I pleasure her in a new way, and I’ll be so lust-addled I’ll just give in like the slut that I am.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By No One

Author’s note: This story was re-edited in November 2021. Exact same plot, just (hopefully) prettier sentences. I hope you’ll enjoy this revised version of the first story I ever wrote.

Melina stepped off the school bus and waved to her friends, then made her way home, just a few houses away. It was a warm and sunny day in early summer, with only a few weeks of school left. A nice day for a 12-year-old to play outside, but she had other plans.

“Hey, Mom!” she called out as she stepped into the house and dumped her school bag near the front door.

“Hi, sweetie. How was your day?” her mom replied from where she was sitting at her work computer, as she always did.

“Fine,” Melina gave her usual answer, then went to the fridge to pour herself her customary glass of after-school orange juice.

“Anything special happen today?” her mother prompted as she followed Melina into the kitchen. 

“Nope.”

“Boy, sounds like an eventful day.” A pause, then her mom sighed at the lack of response. “And how was your day, dear mother?” she continued in a fake young girl voice, making Melina giggle. “Oh, it was pretty good, thank you for asking. I completed a few tax return forms for some clients and—”

Melina interrupted her with a loud snoring noise, receiving an annoyed look in return.

“See, Mom, that’s why I don’t ask. ‘Cause then I have to hear about boring accounting stuff,” she explained with a smile.

“Hmph. Fine, I suppose you don’t need to hear all the details.”

“You got it. Well, I’ll be in my room,” Melina said, walking towards the stairs. “Love you, Mom!” she added with a wink over her shoulder. Her mother smiled, her rudeness apparently forgiven. She paused at the bottom of the stairs, remembering something. “Oh yeah, Abbie’s coming over. Tell her to come up, okay?”

“At your service,” her mother replied with a mock bow, making Melina giggle again.

She climbed up the stairs and opened the door to her room, then paused, listening. She could vaguely hear her mother typing on the computer downstairs, apparently back at work. That should keep her busy for a while. Nodding to herself, Melina stepped into her room and closed the door behind her.

Her eyes immediately went to the laptop on her desk. She smiled to herself, a tingle of excitement spreading through her. Sitting down at the desk, she turned on the computer, started up her web browser, and entered the address of a chat room site she sometimes used. Usually, it was for some innocent conversations in rooms about some of her interests, but the week before, she had found a very naughty room. One that any decent 12-year-old should certainly avoid, even though it was meant for young girls, in a way… as well as adults who “liked” young girls.

She had been shocked to see it in the list of rooms, at first. You hear about perverts on the Internet all the time, but really, was it this easy to find a chat room about this stuff? She’d started scrolling down the list to look for something else, but then hesitated. Her mouse pointer hovering over the room name, she had to wonder what went on in there, and felt a certain dangerous thrill as she thought about going in. It would be so very bad to do so, but… also a little exciting, she had to admit. Besides, it was just text, they couldn’t do anything to her, and she could leave any time she wanted. And so, shrugging to herself, she’d entered the room.

Quickly, she’d received a few messages, and struck up a few conversations. Most started out fairly normally: “hi, how are you?”, the ubiquitous “ASL”, often questions about what she looked like and what she was wearing. Some of the guys remained nice and polite, asking a bit about her hobbies and her studies and the like. Some others got more explicit or asked very private questions, making her blush. A few were, well, just gross, and she quickly cut those conversations short. Overall though, she had to admit she’d found her time in the chat room intriguing, and she’d even gone back a couple times since.

It was very wrong, of course, but also quite thrilling. She had no illusion that these were actually nice people—and she did have to use the ignore function often—but still, regardless of the context, it was exciting to be complimented, to be desired, even. She certainly didn’t get that kind of attention—or any kind, really—from the boys at her school, who had eyes only for the more developed girls. That older boys and men were interested in her, though still rather creepy, also gave her all kinds of warm feelings, especially since she could remain completely safe and anonymous.

And so, she’d chatted with these guys when they remained polite, sometimes even flirting or talking about sex a little, though it made her face grow hot. Sometimes, she received “interesting” pictures that made her blush even more. A few times, she’d even hesitantly sent photos of herself—though just regular, full-clothed pictures, of course—to some of the guys who were the nicest, and had received glowing compliments in return. As a preteen still very uncomfortable with her changing body, she found that praise and attention irresistible.

Now, here she was, about to enter the naughty room again. She’d pondered for a bit what name to use today—she liked to switch it up—and just as she decided, she suddenly heard her bedroom door opening. Her heart nearly stopped as she slammed the laptop shut, and whirled towards the door.

Her friend Abbie was in the doorway, raising an eyebrow.

Melina let out a huge sigh of relief. “Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Wow. Nervous much?” Abbie said, laughing.

“How come you got here so quick?” Melina asked, still trying to recover a normal heart rate.

“My dad was coming this way so he gave me a lift. You didn’t even change yet?”

Melina looked down at herself and realized she was still wearing the blouse and skirt of her school uniform. Her friend had changed into denim shorts and a t-shirt.

“Oops, guess I forgot.”

“Hmm…” Abbie tilted her head to one side, her blonde curls tumbling over her shoulder. She peered at Melina suspiciously. “Didn’t think of changing, nearly jumped out of your skin when I came in… What were you up to in here?”

Melina grinned sheepishly. “Um, is my mom still busy downstairs?”

“Yeah, I guess. She’s at her computer. And now I’m even more curious. Are you getting in trouble, Miss Thompson?” Abbie teased.

“I believe I am, Miss Miller,” Melina replied with a mischievous smile. She opened the laptop again and let her friend take a look.

Abbie peered blankly at the screen for a moment, unsure of what she was looking at. “Oh. Is that the pervy chat room you told me about?” she asked dubiously.

“Yep!” Melina replied.

“I still don’t get what’s so great about a chat full of creeps. That’s really freaky, no?”

“They’re not so bad. Well, some aren’t, anyway,” Melina amended. “I don’t know, it’s just… kind of a thrill, you know? And… well, call me vain, but I kinda like getting told I’m hot,” she added, giggling.

“I can tell you you’re hot, if that’s what you need,” Abbie offered.

Melina laughed. “That’s not the same! And anyway, sometimes I receive, um… pictures, too.”

Abbie raised an eyebrow. “Really? Like, dirty ones?”

Melina nodded shyly. “Sometimes.”

“Wow. Dunno if I want to see that…” Abbie said uncertainly.

“It’s fun, you’ll see. Pull up a chair,” Melina encouraged her.

Abbie did just that and sat next to her friend, looking at the laptop screen. She pointed at the username Melina had chosen. “Sabrina12?”

“I don’t know, it sounded sexy, I guess.” Melina shrugged.

“Hmm, I think ‘Melina’ sounds sexier,” Abbie said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Melina laughed. “Thanks, but I’m not giving them my real name.”

“Smart.” Abbie nodded.

“So, what name do you want?”

“Oh, I need a name too?” Abbie frowned and thought about it for a moment. “Hmm… how about… Scarlett?”

“Good choice.” Melina chuckled and changed the username to “SabrinaNScarlett12.”

Abbie was looking at the list of people in the channel. “So, what, all those female names are girls our age?”

“Depends. Some are, I guess, some older teens. Some adult women.”

“Women, really?” Abbie asked.

“Or they claim to be, anyway. You can never really tell.” Melina shrugged. “One talked to me the other day.”

“Oh yeah? Did she send you dirty pictures?” Abbie grinned.

“No, not that one.” Melina laughed. “Why?”

“Oh, just curious. Kinda surprised there are women in there, I guess.”

“Hey, women can be perverts, too,” Melina said and they both laughed.

They had already received a few private messages. Melina clicked on the one from “Bob,” who simply said hi.

“ ’Bob’, really? He didn’t think too long about his sexy name,” Abbie commented, making Melina snort with laughter.

Hi, she typed back.

Asl plz, came the typical reply from Bob, making Melina roll her eyes. This did get tedious sometimes.

“The age is in my name, genius,” she said out loud, and it was Abbie’s turn to laugh.

Melina started typing “12f” then turned to her friend. “Where are we from?”

“Hmm, let’s go with… Italy,” Abbie decided.

“Italy it is,” Melina agreed, and sent out the reply.

Cool got a pic? Here is mine, was the next message from Bob, which also included a link.

“Um, let’s see,” Melina said, clicking on the link. She immediately regretted it once the picture loaded.

Bob was apparently a fat, ugly old man past 50, if not 60. He was very nude in the picture, holding his penis in one hand and looking rather proud of that fact.

“Gah!” Melina exclaimed, struggling with the laptop’s touchpad to close the window as fast as she could.

“Gah!” Abbie agreed, covering her face with one hand. “Holy crap, my eyes. Quick, I need eye bleach.”

Melina couldn’t help but laugh, despite the recent trauma. “Wow, uh, that was something. Sorry about that.”

Her friend frowned at her. “Girl, if that’s the kinda pic you find interesting, you have serious issues.”

Melina laughed even harder. “No, no,” she managed to say after a moment, “it’s usually not like that. Not that they’re all great-looking but… ugh, not like that.”

Abbie still looked at her distrustfully.

“Okay here,” Melina pointed at another message. “Erik21, that sounds better.”

“Unless the 21 is for 1921,” Abbie pointed out, making Melina start laughing once again.

Hey ladies, the message said.

Melina typed back a greeting, then there were a few polite exchanges of how-are-you’s and the like. Erik then also offered them a picture of himself.

“Wow, everyone wants me to take a look at them today,” Melina noted.

“I’m not looking at this one,” Abbie said, covering her eyes once more.

“I’ll tell you if it’s safe,” Melina promised, giggling, before hesitantly clicking on the link.

Erik did seem to be in his early 20’s. And he was fully clothed, in a black t-shirt and jeans. He was actually very cute, Melina thought.

“Mm. Oh yeah, that’s much better,” she announced.

Abbie took a skeptical look between her fingers, then seemed to decide it was safe enough to uncover her eyes completely.

“I guess. I mean, it would be very hard not to be,” was the sum of Abbie’s approval.

“You don’t think he’s cute?”

Abbie gave a noncommittal shrug.

“Well, I think he’s really cute,” Melina said and, to emphasize her point, sent out a message saying cute!

Glad you think so. Wanna chat on cam maybe? It would be more fun, Erik replied with a winking emoji and another link to what could be assumed was a site for chatting on webcam.

Melina hesitated, glancing at Abbie questioningly.

“Uh, I don’t know about this. Is that safe?” Abbie said, sounding a bit worried.

“Well, I mean, he can’t come through the screen,” Melina replied with a laugh, “and we can just leave at any time. Should be okay.”

Her friend shrugged, looking somewhat uncomfortable but leaving it up to her. Melina decided to give it a shot, and clicked the link.

The page loaded and Erik appeared on screen, wearing somewhat less clothes than on his picture. He was sitting shirtless in his computer chair, a smile on his handsome face. Melina’s eyes roamed over his athletic upper body and she felt warmth rise to her cheeks. She swallowed hard.

“Um, hi,” she said shyly.

“Hey there,” he replied. “Wow, you girls are just gorgeous. Blonde and brunette, I like it.”

Melina was sure she was blushing even brighter. She glanced sideways at Abbie, who looked rather embarrassed as well. “Um, thanks. You’re… not bad yourself,” she said with a nervous giggle.

They went through some small talk, though Melina had trouble focusing on what the attractive shirtless man was saying instead of ogling him. She had to concentrate to remember the fake names they had chosen when came the time to introduce themselves. Erik seemed to be fully aware of her interest, maintaining a sly smile throughout the exchange, which Melina also found rather attractive.

“So, you like the view?” he asked after a moment, nodding down at himself.

Just as the heat on her cheeks was beginning to fade a little, her blush came back in full force. She could only nod sheepishly.

His smile broadened. “Maybe you could also give me something nice to look at, huh? Seems only fair.”

“Oh, um…” Melina hesitated, this sounded like more than she’d bargained for. “Like what?”

“Well, let me think…” Erik made a show of pondering the question. “Say, do you girls ever… fool around? You know, practice kissing, that sort of thing? Maybe more?”

“What? No…” Melina shook her head, laughing nervously, unsure where this was going.

“Oh, really? A lot of girls do it, I think. It’s a lot of fun,” he said with a wink. “You should try kissing at least, I bet you’d love it.”

Melina blinked at him. Was he asking what she thought he was?

“You mean, like, right now?” she asked uncertainly.

“Sure, why not?” he replied, grinning at her.

Things had definitely taken a turn for the unexpected. Melina had never imagined he would ask for anything like that. Kissing Abbie? Could she do that? The thought of “fooling around” in any way with her best friend had never crossed her mind before. Still, she supposed that a quick kiss wouldn’t hurt. Maybe Erik was right that it was only fair, since she had been ogling him quite a bit. She had to admit, now that the thought was in her head, that she was a little curious about how a kiss would feel.

She glanced questioningly at Abbie, and saw her friend returning the same look, then both of them had a fit of giggles at the idea.

“Um…” Abbie began, but then just trailed off, apparently having no idea how to formulate her thoughts. She didn’t look too opposed to the idea, though, which surprised Melina, as Abbie had been reluctant to get on cam at all.

Melina was beginning to feel that naughty thrill again, just like when she decided to go into the pervy chat room, the excitement of doing something she wasn’t supposed to do. Why not? she thought. She suddenly leaned in and gave Abbie a quick peck on the lips. The girls looked at each other for half a second then once again dissolved into giggles.

Erik was less amused. “Aw, not like that. That’s a kid kiss, ladies. Try a grown-up kiss. You know how it is, you’ve seen movies.”

Melina did know what he meant. It was true that the quick peck wasn’t much of a kiss, she supposed. She had even kissed her mother like that sometimes when she was younger, so it did seem a bit childish. A long adult kiss, what would that feel like? Still, maybe that was crossing a line. She turned to her friend again, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Abbie smiled a bit awkwardly and shrugged, simply looking back at Melina and waiting. It seemed she was leaving the decision to her.

Melina figured that since they’d already taken the first step, they might as well try this kissing business all the way through. She leaned in again, more hesitantly this time. Their eyes met and there was a brief struggle to avoid bursting out laughing again. Once they managed to keep their composure, Melina resumed closing the distance to her friend’s lips and Abbie met her halfway there. Their lips brushed softly against each other. Melina could feel her heart beating loudly in her ears. She saw the other girl close her eyes and did the same, remembering that’s what they always did in movies.Their lips pressed together more firmly.

Her lips are so soft, Melina thought, then immediately wondered if that was a weird thing to think. Her stomach felt like it was full of butterflies, her mind was a stormy sea of conflicting, confusing thoughts. The kiss went on for a few seconds, then broke; she wasn’t sure which one of them had pulled back. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Abbie, still very close, smiling shyly at her, and she felt herself blush once again.

“Much better,” Erik’s voice interrupted the moment. She’d nearly forgotten about him. “Now, how about putting some tongue into it?”

Melina’s head whipped towards the computer screen. “Tongue?”

“Sure. You know what a French kiss is, right?”

“Well…” She did know, but… Turning back to Abbie, she found the girl’s face was still very close to her own, a spark of something she didn’t quite recognize in her eyes. Abbie took the lead without waiting, this time, pressing her lips to Melina’s, who found herself kissing her friend back without thinking.

After a moment, Melina felt Abbie’s tongue hesitantly poking at her lips. Are we really doing this? she thought, but her mouth seemed to open wider of its own accord. Her friend’s tongue slipped in and began dancing with hers playfully. The sensation was electric. The wings of those butterflies in her stomach were creating a hurricane. Her mind had gone blank, all of her attention focused on their intertwined tongues.

“Oh yeah, that’s hot,” came the disembodied voice from the computer—rather spoiling the moment, Melina thought. Abbie broke the kiss and straightened, glaring at the webcam, apparently feeling the same.

Erik didn’t seem to notice. “Now, how about, uh, showing some skin? You’re both really cute… I’d love to see more of you.”

Melina was not surprised by the request, this time—of course that would be what he’d ask for next. Feeling cheeky, she lifted up her blouse for a brief instant, just showing a flash of her flat tummy. That was technically skin, right?

He gave her a skeptical look. “You can do better than that. Why don’t you unbutton that blouse?”

“Mel…” Abbie said in a worried tone.

Glancing sideways, Melina saw that her friend was wide-eyed and shaking her head emphatically. Abbie was right, this had gone on long enough. “Hmm… no. Sorry!” Melina said as she reached for the trackpad to move the mouse cursor.

“Hey, hold on—” Erik began but he was cut off as she closed the chat window.

Melina let out a deep breath. “Wow. That kinda got out of hand.”

“I’ll say!” Abbie was still staring at her. “You weren’t really thinking about… stripping for him, were you?”

Melina shook her head. “Nah. That was going too far…”

They were silent for a moment. Thinking back to what she’d been doing with her friend just moments ago, warmth rose to Melina’s cheeks once again.

“Um… sorry you had to kiss me,” she said sheepishly.

Abbie giggled. “That’s okay. That part wasn’t so bad…”

“Yeah, I guess it felt sorta nice…” she admitted.

“Really? You liked it?”

Melina shrugged awkwardly, embarrassed. She didn’t really know how to feel about the kiss. Trying to change the subject, she said: “At least we got to see his… you-know-what.” She grinned at her friend, but Abbie didn’t seem too enthusiastic about it.

“Hmm, I guess… That was, um…” she hesitated.

“What is it?” Melina asked.

Abbie looked at her uncertainly for a moment, then seemed to make a decision. “I don’t, um… I don’t think I like boys, that way.”

“Oh…” Melina said, then after a second grasped her full meaning. “Oh! You mean…?”

Abbie nodded shyly, avoiding Melina’s gaze.

“Oh, wow. So, I just made out with a lesbian, huh?” Melina said, trying to wrap her mind around the situation.

Abbie took on a pained expression. “I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to trick you or anything.”

“No, no, it’s okay… I mean, I kinda dragged you into this whole thing.” Melina put her hand on her friend’s shoulder to reassure her, and Abbie gave her a grateful smile.

They fell silent again, each of them lost in her own thoughts. My best friend is a lesbian, Melina thought. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, and she was now even more confused about the kiss that she’d rather enjoyed. Thinking back, she realized Abbie never really talked about boys she liked; maybe she should have suspected something. Remembering a recent lunchtime conversation, she suddenly burst out laughing.

Abbie blinked at her. “What?” she asked warily.

“Just remembering, yesterday, when Alicia was telling you all about the boys she likes, you looked so bored. I guess I know why now.”

“Oh, yeah.” Abbie laughed with her and rolled her eyes. “The girl does go on and on about boys. You know she was at it for like fifteen minutes before you got there? I can’t say that’s really my favorite topic.”

“Yeah… you should have told us,” Melina said, more seriously.

“Um… maybe.” Abbie shrugged. “It’s just… I don’t know… awkward?”

“Doesn’t have to be. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Abbie nodded, and they exchanged a smile.

Melina closed the laptop’s lid, and got up to stretch her legs a little. A thought came to her.

“So…” she began uncertainly, “earlier, when you said I was hot… you were serious?”

Abbie grinned sheepishly and shrugged. “Well… you are.”

Melina giggled. “Thanks, I guess.” It should have felt weird, her best friend telling her she was hot, but it didn’t, really. She found she genuinely enjoyed the compliment. “Why didn’t you want me to strip, then?” she added with a wink.

Her friend frowned. “Well, not in front of that creep.” She nodded towards the laptop. “That’s messed up.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” Melina said teasingly, “you just wanted a private show, huh?” Feeling playful, she popped the bottom button of her blouse, showing a bit of her belly.

Abbie suddenly stood up straighter, her eyes wide, staring at the bit of exposed flesh. Melina giggled at her reaction. She had not really intended to continue, but watching the effect she had on her friend was pretty amusing so she decided she might tease a little bit more. She wanted to change out of her blouse, anyway. She popped another button and began swaying her hips to an unheard rhythm. Abbie’s mouth opened in silent surprise, her eyes glued to the motion of Melina’s body.

Grinning to herself, Melina undid another button. She could hear the other girl getting a little short of breath, and laughed. “You’re being silly, you’ve seen me undress lots of times in the locker room.”

“Well, yeah, but… not like this.” Abbie swallowed hard.

“I guess not.” Melina winked, continuing her little dance. She really wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but she felt very sexy and had to admit she was enjoying it. Another button popped, exposing her white bra. “Wait, have you been checking me out in the locker room?” she asked as the thought came to her.

Color rose to Abbie’s cheeks, but she didn’t look away—maybe she couldn’t make herself look away. “Well, maybe a little,” she admitted.

So my best friend has been checking me out, huh? Melina thought. One more thing she wasn’t too sure how to feel about. It should have been uncomfortable, maybe, but she’d already recognized that she liked being desired. Even if it was her friend, that was rather less creepy than strangers on the Internet, she supposed.

Undoing the last button on her blouse, she turned her back to Abbie, and let the garment slide down her arms a little, as she imagined a stripper might. She’d never seen a real strip show, of course, but she had seen a few music videos that came pretty close. She tried to take off the blouse completely in one smooth motion as she turned back to her friend. The effect was perhaps not quite as sexy as she had planned when the piece of clothing caught on one arm and she had to shake it off. Still, not bad for a first timer, she thought. Abbie certainly didn’t seem to mind.

Now that it was done, Melina grew a bit uncomfortable, standing there shirtless. She thought that was probably as far as she wanted to take things, and now wasn’t quite sure what to do. Abbie was still staring at her expectantly, seemingly enraptured. Deciding to snap her out of it, Melina threw her blouse at her friend’s face, making Abbie laugh in surprise.

“Welp, show’s over,” Melina declared as she walked to her wardrobe and opened it.

“Aw, you’re stopping now?” Abbie protested, pulling the garment off her head.

“You looked like you were getting a bit too excited.”

“Tease!” They both giggled.

“And anyway, it’s not really fair if I’m the only one taking off my clothes,” Melinda added absentmindedly as she looked through the shirts in the wardrobe.

“What, now you’re interested?” Abbie asked, getting up and raising an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, um, I… I mean…” Melina stammered. Was she interested? She didn’t know anymore. This afternoon had been a roller coaster of thrills and confusion. “I just meant, it’s kinda awkward being the only one shirtless I guess.”

Abbie studied her for a moment. “Okay then,” she said finally, and started slowly pulling her shirt up, caressing her skin as she uncovered it.

“Oh,” Melina said simply, eyes open wide. She slowly sat down on her bed, watching her friend. She had to admit Abbie was putting on a sexy show, uncovering and covering skin, swaying and spinning, hands roaming over her body. The girl hesitated a little when it came time to pull the t-shirt over her bra, and Melina wondered if she would dare to go as far as she had herself. The reason for the reluctance became clear when, deciding herself, Abbie pulled the shirt off completely in one swift motion, revealing her small but perky breasts.

“Oh,” Melina said again.

Abbie shrugged shyly. “I took off my bra when I changed earlier. It’s kind of annoying and it’s not like I really need one yet, anyway,” she said, briefly cupping one small breast in her hand to illustrate her point. Melina couldn’t help but notice her friend’s nipples seemed very stiff.

Grinning, Abbie bundled up her top and threw it at Melina’s head, getting her revenge for earlier. After removing the shirt from her face, Melina found that her friend had crossed the distance to her bed, and now sat down close to her. Very close.

“So. Did you really like kissing me earlier?” Abbie asked, now serious. Her tone betrayed both excitement and a little bit of fear.

Melina opened her mouth to reply, realized she had no idea what she wanted to say, closed it again. She had liked the kiss, if she was being completely honest with herself. But of course, she knew that wasn’t what Abbie was really asking, though, but rather if she wanted to do it again. 

The thought raised so many questions at once in her mind: Was she ready for this kind of thing? Would it lead to… other things? Did she want that? Why did Abbie sitting so close, half-naked, made her feel so funny in her stomach? Was she attracted to her best friend? Did that mean she was a lesbian, too? What would it mean for their friendship if they started fooling around?

Her brain felt trapped in a maelstrom of confusing thoughts. She needed to find the calm in the eye of that storm. Closing her eyes for a moment, she pushed all those thoughts away. Focusing instead solely on her gut reaction to the thought of kissing Abbie, she was a little surprised to find only excitement, maybe even… desire? Mentally shrugging away the doubts, she decided to stop worrying and just go along with whatever felt right. There would be time to sort it all out later.

Opening her eyes again, she saw Abbie looking a bit worried at her hesitation. She gave her a shy but reassuring smile.

“Y-yeah, I did,” she finally replied, timidly.

A big smile instantly spread on Abbie’s lips, and excitement shone in her eyes. “Good,” she said simply before pressing her lips to Melina’s, who found herself kissing her friend back with some passion. After a moment, Abbie’s tongue slipped out and Melina welcomed it into her mouth, letting her own tongue tangle with it to resume the dance that was interrupted earlier.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By eloquent delinquent

Maybe the vow wasn’t the best idea. Maybe I should’ve known myself better. Maybe I shouldn’t have nursed Bianca on my lap while I lazily stroked off watching porn, but I got such intense orgasms doing it. Maybe I should’ve noticed how long I spent wiping and oiling her chubby vagina and pink anus after I’d given my baby her bath. Maybe leaning in to sniff her tiny clean privates should’ve given me pause. Maybe I thought I had it under control, she was my own daughter, so what could really happen?

Things like this didn’t get serious for me until Bianca was finishing potty training, so she must’ve been about three and a half. Like most toddlers, learning to use the toilet really heightened her awareness of her body. And like me, that awareness led her to discover the good feelings she could get by touching her soft little puss. She took to it unabashedly, and I can’t count the number of times I opened a door or turned a corner to find my baby girl fully dressed with her trainers pushed down past her knees, happily petting between her plump legs. Sometimes she squirmed and gurgled on her back, and others I’d discover her standing there, hips rocking into her little hand as she did it, one finger in her mouth, eyes distant, sighing.

Confronted with her innocently sexual behavior, I spun into a terrible confusion. I agonized, agonized, over what to do about it. Should I stop her? But if I did, would she turn out like I did, clandestinely curious, obsessed with nudity and privates? Should I let her go on? But if I did that, where would it end? Would it at all? Did any other mothers ever let that happen? What would people say? What would someone else think, or do, if they caught her at it?

By not deciding, I tacitly left her to keep touching. I avoided her during her sessions, refusing to confront or even acknowledge her behavior, quickly exiting when I barged in on her playing with herself down there. At least that’s what I told myself, deliberately editing out all the times I lingered in doorways or watched quietly from a distance, until I roused myself and moved on.

And though I barely admitted it, seeing Bianca pleasuring herself made me terribly excited, reminding me of my past joys. Little girls undressing for me and letting me look, those happy bath times when I babysat, the lasciviously playful Halliday twins, all of it coming together in my mind.

As my daughter became more active, I got more secretive, and took to furtively masturbating in the bathroom or bedroom like a stereotypical teen, guiltily and frequently. After my enormous, clenching orgasms, I’d conveniently forget what I’d been fantasizing about.

Part of what had happened was that her potty training was almost done, trainers only needed for the occasional mishap. I suppose she could’ve changed herself, but I still took care of it for her, and I imagine there was another red flag in that, too. That secret place between her legs stopped being associated with a messy chore for me, and instead I came to see it as enthralling, the center for her simple, bodily joy.

And it was during one of these unnecessary changing sessions that all of it came to a head. Looking back, I don’t know how else I thought it’d end up.

It was a spring day, and I’d seen her just moments before lying in the sunny spot cast by the window onto the carpet, dress pulled up and trainers pushed down, pale body exposed from nipples to knees, eagerly diddling her sweet spot. She faced into the light, eyes closed with a little, kitten-like smile on her lips. I called Bianca into her room, and when she came in she pulled her jumper dress off over her head, and wearing only her training pants she playfully jumped up on a changing table that was getting a little bit small for her, opening her legs wide.

I followed the same routine as always, except now when her trainers came off she was completely nude. I tried to ignore my thumping heart, suppressed what I’d seen happening on that sunny floor. She was clean, as she almost always was any more, except that her dainty pussy was a blushing, vivid pink and seemed a little damp. I used the wipes I always used, and spent a lot of time tenderly, luxuriously tracing her smooth intimate parts with them. Bianca squirmed and cooed excitedly, but I was in a kind of trance, the kind of trance I should’ve recognized.

With a strange kind of panicked keenness, I watched my infant daughter’s hand steal down, cover her little crease, and begin to rub it. My own fingers were just below hers, still wiping her tiny, thoroughly cleansed anal pucker, and I thoughtlessly matched my movements between her butt cheeks to the rhythm she used as she pet herself. I couldn’t look away from the way our hands moved in tandem, pleasing her delighted privates.

Bianca stretched and gave a high pitched sigh, the same as she did sometimes when she woke from a nap, and I glanced up her naked little body to her face. She was looking at me, and our eyes locked, hers studying me seriously. And I knew this was the moment, I couldn’t avoid this behavior any more, she was doing it right in front of me and awaiting my judgment. I saw her face, the high bright blush of her cheeks, the way her eyebrows knitted and arched as new sensations shimmered up her body, and her mouth, open in a slight smile, tip of her glistening little tongue resting on her lower lip. I saw beauty, I saw arousal, but more than anything, I saw joy.

My joyful Bianca, experiencing a pleasure like love, like the love I felt for her.

I found myself nodding, and smiling, and saying, “Honey, honey, that’s so pretty. You’re such a pretty girl. Does it feel good, honey? Does it feel good to touch like that?”

She moaned a little girl moan and nodded her head, her smile widening.

“You can give yourself touches, honey. Momma says it’s okay. If it feels good, honey, Momma says touching it is okay. Ooo, honey, that’s it, so pretty, you have the good touches.”

With my attention, my approval, I saw her excitement grow. And now that I’d admitted I liked what she was doing, my acceptance of it, I noticed what was happening to my own body, watching her. My breasts were terribly sensitive, nipples poking through my knit tank top and scratching against the fabric enticingly. Inside my yoga pants my pussy was swollen and juicy, my clit seeming to almost sparkle in its arousal. My cheeks were hot, I was horny as fuck.

I felt sexual desire for my own three year old daughter. That final admission frightened me, delighted me, confused me. At last, I was being honest with myself, and it was kind of overwhelming. Any thoughts I had were swamped by the need to feel, to touch.

Letting the baby wipe drop to the table, I slid my fingers from her tiny asshole up over her little slit, brushing her own hand back. She whined a little, looking at me questioningly as I babbled, “You want me to help you, honey? You want me to make you feel good? Should I touch you honey?”

Then I settled my hand onto her hot, slippery, exquisite girlish pussy, and I let out a heartfelt sigh of relief. Bianca’s eyes widened in surprise, but as I nestled one finger into her almost impossibly small, soft, tender folds, her eyes went unfocused in sheer pleasure. It was the first time someone else had touched her, and I knew how powerful that feeling was. Probing gently, I sensed the firm little bead of her tiny clit, and began to mimic her motion from my new, more provocative position in her crease.

Her legs twitched. Her head dropped back onto the table. She gurgled and breathed out, “Momma, mmm Momma…”

As I gently masturbated my little girl, my free hand thrust down the waistband of my yoga pants, twisted its way through my panties, and suddenly ecstasy surged outward from my own overexcited cunt, two fingers curled deep inside me while the pad of my thumb wiggled firmly on my clit. My own eyelids drooped, but I couldn’t stop looking at Bianca’s reaction to my touch.

“Ohh honey yes, the touches are so good, so pretty honey ahhh let me touch it, let me rub it honey let me rub you, such a good girl honey such a good good girl…”

I could sense my orgasm building almost immediately, but the sensations got stronger and stronger without breaking, and I realized it was because somehow my body was waiting for Bianca.

Her back arched, her whole body tensing. Her legs shivered. I trembled on the very edge, too, my breath caught, pressing but not moving my fingers in my blazing pussy.

I’ve read that children can’t cum, but with what I’ve seen in my life I’ll never believe that. Bianca had an orgasm, a little girl-gasm, on that changing table. Her body thrust and quivered, her eyes squeezed shut while her little mouth opened wide, her toes curled. I felt the gentle contractions of her pussy on my fingertip. It may not have been as intense as what happens to adults, but as it released her, I could tell what my daughter experienced was nothing short of heavenly.

Her little girl cum unleashed my all-grown-up one, and I clamped my thighs around my hand as I jerked and shuddered deeply, that sugar sweet storm billowing up through my belly and bursting in the top of my head. My ass flexed, humping my fingers. I kind of tipped over and pressed my cheek against Bianca’s fleshy leg as this intense joy coursed through me, eyes rolled up, lids fluttering.

“Uh! Yes, honey yes, oh honey, Hnn! Oh fuck, ohh yeah oh yeah honey feel it, the good pretty feelings, mmm fuck such a pretty girl, Momma loves you, ohhhh Momma loves you honey…”

My little girl and I shared an orgasm together. It was the most staggering, unexpected thing I’d ever felt. She had the cutest look on her face, cross-eyed and blissed. I glanced down at her bare tiny honeypot, pink and wet, the source of what had happened bewteen us, and I did what came most naturally to me.

I bent slightly and kissed her pussy.

She reacted with shrieking giggles, as if I’d tickled her. She must’ve been very sensitive there. The laughter quickly trailed off into panting, and she lifted her head and focused on me. Her gaze was intense and a little inscrutable, but in my horny state of mind I chose to think she was seeing me as a sexual being for the first time. I couldn’t help myself, I licked my lips and tasted the light tanginess of my daughter. Then I brought my sticky hand up out of my pants and up to my mouth, felt the grin on my lips, and smelled the wetness from my own cunt. Similar. I slid them quickly into my mouth and sucked them clean.

Bianca’s watchful gaze on me didn’t change. My emotions cooling, I felt a pang.

Quickly, reality set in. I still needed to change her and get her dressed, and those mundane acts got me thinking like a mother rather than a frustrated sex maniac. What had I done? What was I thinking?! It would’ve been bad enough just condoning her masturbation, letting her play with herself right in front of me. What mother allows that?! But no, I’d gone even further.

Once again, my horniness and poor impulse control had led the way, but this time it was incest. Incest! And not like the Halliday girls, all innocent and playful. I was old enough to know better. I was Bianca’s mother, responsible for protecting her, and I’d just sexually fondled her, and then masturbated myself like I was a 14 year old babysitter again. Oh god, incest with your sexually curious infant daughter sounded so terrible (but secretly still a little hot), and I felt like a monster.

The rest of that day, I was in a tumult. Bon-Bon wanted lots of cuddles, which she got because between my maternal instinct and my sexual release, I physically could not refuse. I needed to hold her soft warm little body as much as she wanted to be held. But even as I stroked her back and kissed her hair, I couldn’t help wonder if her need for closeness and comfort was a symptom of some trauma I’d inflicted, if our dirty moment would mar her idea of me.

The changing table couldn’t be avoided, but I put it off for so long that night that she was half-asleep when I finally did it, yawning hugely with her hand cupping her mouth. I was nervously efficient, not doing more than a clinical job of it. As I gave her the most routine wiping, my eyes lingered on her naked groin and my pussy fluttered against my will. There was sweat on my upper lip.

When it was done she toddled to her bed, and I watched her go, wondering, how long could I keep doing this and acting like I didn’t feel anything?

Back then, I never could have guessed that that anxious day would lead to this one. I would’ve recoiled from it in horrified fascination. My imagination simply couldn’t handle the thought of me like this, turning my cart down the quiet kitchen gadgets aisle, my hand hidden, one fingertip snug inside the slick heat of my daughter’s happy quim, her blushing face transported with an urgent, climbing pleasure. But as I drift to a stop, knowing I’m about to bring my little girl to orgasm in public for the first time, I’m grateful to whatever path led me here.

Bianca senses the cart’s stopped, and her eyelids lift drowsily as she struggles to focus on me. But down below, her hips don’t pause in the slightest, maintaining their primal rhythm, gently rocking down onto the hand that’s bringing her so much delight.

I speed up the stroking of my fingertip until I’m rubbing her tender flesh almost frantically. She responds, stiffening, gripping the rail of the cart tightly. Bianca takes deep, gasping breaths as she tries to keep quiet, tries to adjust to the intense sexual feelings I’m giving her. With her head bent forward, my six year old daughter looks up at me from under her bangs, eyes practically begging, her mouth open and panting.

“Yeah, mmm, mmm! Hnh Momma ah,” she whispers tightly.

This eye contact sparks something deep inside me, I’m mesmerized by the depth of desire I see in my little girl, her craving for me to stimulate her, to satisfy her. My cunt and asshole both throb steadily, begging for touches of their own. I’m halfway convinced I can smell myself, I’m so soaked between my legs. This is my terrible, joyous secret – I love my baby’s arousal, love that she turns to me with her desires, love that we share her delights, love touching her little, eager body and giving her grown-up pleasures. She turns me on as much as any ever lover ever has.

Carried away by my own erotic thoughts, I apply more pressure to her steamy slit, to the point where I’m almost lifting her up by her quim, sinking into it. Her entire pelvis quivers, her breath catches. Her eyelids blink heavily, then close, while her mouth opens wider, wider, an almost disbelieving look on her face.

Then, with what is unmistakably a sexual cry despite its girlish pitch, my little Bon-Bon cums, thrusting down hard into my hand, legs shooting out straight, shuddering, then the heels of her boots kick against the cart and lock there. She’s got my wrist pinned into the leg divider and I can feel the pulses of her orgasm on my fingertip, feel her twitches and trembles in my palm as I cup the soft hot flesh of her mound.

Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut now, as the overwhelming pleasure erupts in her brain. But the corners of her wide open mouth are rising, the ecstatic smile I always love to see, so proud my little girl gets so much joy from the way her Mom finger-fucks her.

With a breathy giggle she suddenly squirms back from my hand, just as ticklishly sensitive as ever after her intense little cummie. It’s only as she keeps giggling and looks at me, great mischievous happiness on her rosy face, that it occurs to me that I’m still standing on a supermarket aisle, that I just gave my daughter an orgasm right next to the cheese slicers and ice cream scoops. I guiltily glance all around us, but although people pass by the end of the aisle, the coast is still clear.

Giving her one last hidden squeeze down there, I ask, “How was that, Bon-Bon? Is that what you wanted this morning?”

She sighs, nods, “Oh yeah. I need your honey loves sometimes, I just need it.”

I trail my hand down the inside of her leg, withdrawing. “Did you have a good cummie for me?”

She smiles brightly, bounces. “So good! Doing it here, being naughty here, the way you do the honey loves for me, it feels so, oh my gosh so good.”

I grin proudly at her as my hand emerges from under her dress. I lift it to my nose and gently sniff Bianca’s sweetly musky pussy. It creates desires that are even more inappropriate for the public. But that smell, oh fuck that little girl smell, it makes me feel so naughty.

I’m stirred from my thoughts by Bon-Bon saying, “Momma, can I, please?” I glance down at her and see she’s focused on the same thing I am.

“Momma, please?” she repeats softly.

Shrugging, I lower my hand to her face, and she lightly takes mine with both of hers and guides it til my dirty fingertip is just below her nose. Daintily closing her eyes, she inhales, and the scent of her own wet pussy brings a secretive little grin to her lips. She loves the way she smells.

And tastes, I note as she ducks her head down, covers my finger with her lips, and begins to suck. I feel her wet tongue busily licking the pad of my finger while her wide eyes peer left and right, looking for anyone who might interrupt her treat.

Feeling the play of her warm wet mouth on my hand, the thought of the smell and taste of cunt bounding through my mind, sensing the aching need in my panties, I find my body making a decision for me, as it so frequently does.

“Bon-Bon, I think Momma needs private time with you right now.”

Her brown eyes show only curiosity. With a slurp, she removes my finger from her mouth and simply asks, “But how?”

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Kathy-Anne Niemann

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2008 }

Thomas was half in the bag, and barely made it into the room. “Fuck,” he said.

Jane had just unzipped her black dress, the one she saved for special occasions like tonight. Special occasions like her fifteenth anniversary of being married to Thomas Wallace. Occasions like this when Thomas would have one too many and get really amorous to the point when Jane herself started to anticipate what would happen between them when they got home. Of course, on occasions like this, Tom would have one too many, drive them home sloppy drunk and pass out on the bed, woefully limp, and Jane would have to take care of matters by herself. She didn’t know if Tom knew about her dildo, but she thought he probably wouldn’t like the idea of that too much.

“Fuck what?” Jane said, finishing unzipping her little black dress.

“The babysitter needs a ride home,” Tom slurred.

“But I’m getting ready for bed!” she argued.

“Yeah, and I’m too drunk to drive any more.”

Too drunk to drive a fourteen year old girl home, but not too drunk to drive your wife of fifteen years home.

Jane knew she was stuck. She zipped her dress back up and grabbed her purse. Tom had been playing with himself, lying there on the bed.

“We’ll get down to business when you get back,” he said.

Jane shot him a half-smile. By the time she got back home, he’d be passed out on the bed still in his suit with his dick in his hands, and she’d spend another evening squatting in the bathroom pumping her dildo into herself, thrill of thrills. “I’ll be back soon,” she said, hopefully.

The girl was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, biting her fingernail. Jane had known Nicole since the girl’s family had moved in up the street six months ago. Nicole had babysat for her and Tom several times, and it wasn’t like little Katrina was a handful. Usually asleep by nine, and totally zonked out until morning.

“Sorry,” Nicole said, “My friend Jenny was supposed to pick me up, but she got in trouble at home.”

“No problem,” Jane said, reaching in her purse for her keys. She put on the coat that she wore to dinner that night, still warm, still smelling like cigarette smoke and garlic and the whiskey Tom had accidentally spilled on it.

“You look nice tonight, Mrs. Wallace,” Nicole said.

Jane had to smile. “Thanks, hon,” she answered. She took a quick look at Nicole. The girl was short, five three maybe. Black leather shoes over black and white striped tights. Short skirt, black blouse, too much eye makeup, hair done up in pigtails on the sides of her head. All told, the girl looked pretty nice herself. Jane hadn’t noticed much when Nicole had arrived earlier that evening with rushing to meet their reservations. ”You look pretty nice yourself, Nic,” Jane said.

The girl smiled and cast her eyes on the floor. “That’s cool you called me Nic,” she said. “That’s what my friend Jenny calls me.”

Jane dangled the keys in the air. “Shall we?”

It wasn’t black and white tights the girl was wearing. Jane noticed the moment Nicole sat down in the SUV. They were thigh socks. The hem of the girl’s skirt had hiked up while she reached behind her to buckle her seatbelt. Any higher and Jane would have seen way too far north to be comfortable. Jane started the car and backed out of the driveway.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” Nicole asked, making no effort to adjust the hem of her skirt.

“Mm,” Jane said, shrugging. She’d imagined it going a lot differently, but really shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Katrina is a doll.”

“Thanks,” Jane said. “Yeah, she’s pretty sweet.”

They drove the rest of the way in silence, listening to the smooth jazz station they’d been listening to on the ride home. Thomas kissing her hand and saying how much he wanted to stick it in her tonight. Thomas weaving and swerving all over the road. Kenny G on the radio.

They pulled up to Nicole’s house and Jane threw the car into park, but Nicole made no move to get out. There were no lights on in the house, but the car was in the driveway and the porch light was on.

Jane cleared her throat. “Everything okay?” She noticed for the first time that Nicole appeared uncomfortable.

“Everything’s fine,” the girl said.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you around then,” Jane prompted. She wondered if the girl was waiting for her to get out and open the door for her.

“Um,” Nicole started. “Do you want to come inside with me?”

Jane rolled her eyes. Scared teenager. “You want me to walk you to your door?”

“I’d rather you came inside the house with me,” came the answer.

“Why?” Jane asked.

Nicole gave an uncomfortable wince. “Because I’m wearing a pair of your panties.”

At first, Jane wasn’t sure she’d heard right, but then realized that she had. The girl was wearing one of her pairs of panties? As if Nicole could sense the question in the air, she reached down and pulled up the hem of her skirt. Sure enough, there was her pair of horizontally striped multicolored underwear that she’d bought last week at the Victoria’s Secret at the Valley Mall. Three pairs for ten bucks.

“Why are you wearing my panties?” Jane asked, terrified of the answer.

Nicole blushed and lowered her skirt. She picked at her fingernails while she answered. “Truth is,” she started, “I tried on a lot of your lingerie tonight.”

“You what?” Jane asked, now starting to get pissed. She just imagined this little twit going through her underwear drawer. Her bras, panties, the negligee Tom had bought her. Her slips, her hose. An inexcusable invasion of her privacy.

“I’m sorry,” Nicole said. “I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“I hope there was a good reason why you went through my stuff tonight.” Christ. Did the girl find the quarter bag that she and Tom had been slowly working through? The sheet of acid in her Junior year annual that Tom didn‘t even know about?

“Sort of,” Nicole answered. “I kind of have a crush on you.”

“You have a… crush on me.”

“Yeah,” she said, all the time picking at her fingernails.

“I’m married, you know,” Jane said, holding her left hand out, playing with the wedding band with her thumb.

“I know,” Nicole said. “I also know that you and Tom aren’t too close anymore.”

“And how do you know that?” Jane demanded.

“Because I found your dildo too.”

“Jesus!” Jane yelled. “Did you go through all my stuff?”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I just got curious. I wanted to know more about you. You’re so beautiful and stylish and… I don’t know.”

Jane sighed. She knew what the girl was going through. Lord knew she’d gone through her own amount of girlhood crushes. Never on any older women, though. Not that the idea was repugnant or disgusting to her, she’d just never thought about it. Actually, the more she thought about it, the idea was kind of flattering.

“Look,” Jane said. “You’re a cute kid. You’re sweet and pretty and I’m very flattered that you’re interested in me. But nothing can happen between us. I mean, I could go to jail, worst case scenario.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Nicole said. “I wouldn’t turn you in. Hell, I started all this.”

“Yeah, and this is as far as it’s going to go.”

“Okay,” Nicole said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Jane couldn’t wait to get home and pour herself a stiff drink, and then poke herself with her stiff dildo, and then pass out next to Tom.

“Would you at least walk me up to the door?” Nicole said.

“Sure,” Jane responded. As long it ends this night quicker, she thought.

They got out of the car, and shut the doors quietly. They strolled up to the house, Jane’s heels clicking a steady and purposeful counter-rhythm to Nicole’s thicker soles. They got to the door and Nicole put her key in the slot. She turned around. “Thanks for the ride,” she said.

“No problem,” Jane said, hand on her forehead, wishing above anything else to get back in the SUV and back home.

Nicole opened the door a crack. “Um,” she started, “do you want your panties back?

Jane weighed the pros and cons. She should just give the girl her panties, maybe give her something to remember her by. But damn it, she really liked them. She liked the way she looked in them. “Yes,” Jane said, quietly.

The girl reached up her skirt and began shimmying the panties off her hips.

“Not out here!” Jane hissed at her. “My god, I could be arrested right where we stand!”

“Sorry,” Nicole whispered. She opened the door and walked inside. Jane followed.

“Please tell me your parents aren’t home,” Jane whispered.

“Oh, they are. But they’re dead to the world about now. My dad could sleep through a tornado and my mom wears earplugs so she won’t have to listen to my dad snoring. Come on upstairs.”

“Look,” Jane said. “Just give me my panties and I’ll go home.”

“Upstairs,” Nicole demanded.

Jane followed the girl up the stairs imagining scenarios from the next ten to twenty years of her life. Arrest, trial, conviction. Maximum security prison, God knows what else. If she could just make this quick.

They reached the door to Nicole’s room and entered. The girl closed the door quietly behind them and turned on the light. Jane was relieved to find a normal teenage girl’s room. Justin Timberlake on the wall, small collection of CDs next to a boom-box. Daybed with flowered comforter, messy dresser with all kinds of makeup implements on top, jewelry box, papers, notes, normal girl stuff. Could have passed for Jane’s own room twenty years ago.

“I’ll be right back,” Nicole said.

“Where are you going?” Jane asked, alarmed.

“I’m going to take off your panties and go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay. Hurry,” Jane said.

Nicole left the room, and Jane was alone in the girl’s room. She wandered toward the dresser, checking out the various items atop it. At some point, the thought came to her that maybe she should go through Nicole’s drawers. One good turn deserved another, or so she was always taught.

She opened one quietly, and peeked inside. T-shirts mostly, names of bands that Jane had never heard of, and probably would be appalled if she heard them. She closed that drawer and opened another. Socks, tights, hose. Jane allowed herself a smile. Getting closer. She closed that drawer and opened the one to the left. Bingo.

Satiny bras, silky panties. Cotton and lycra. Elastic waistbands, adjustable straps. Thongs, briefs. Red, black, white, ecru, even some green and blue thrown in here and there. Jane dug her hand in the soft, slick pile of underclothes, sifting her fingers through them. She dug her hand in a few more times, feeling the wonderful sensations, the naughtiness of it.

Her fingers scraped across something at the bottom of the drawer. She pulled it out, and looked at it. It was a plain notebook, college ruled, purple cover on which her own name had been lovingly scripted.

Jane Wallace. She ran her fingers over the letters, transfixed by the care Nicole had taken with the lettering.

Jane flashed back suddenly to her own childhood. Her first sexual encounters, years before she met Thomas, back when she was Jane Biggs.

When the boys called her Jane Bigg Tits just because she’d been the first unlucky girl in her class to grow breasts. When the girls were jealous of her. That slumber party over at Denise Germain’s house when the other girls made her take her nightgown off so they could look at her. The way their fingers moved lightly over the just-growing mounds of flesh that had that dull ache about them. The way she went to sleep that night with her hand in her own panties, remembering the way the girls’ hands felt on her. Searing the memory into her brain so she’d never forget.

She remembered the way she’d felt toward Denise after that night. Was it something like a crush? Something like the one this Nicole had on her? Nicole, who wasn’t even a sperm when Jane had been at that slumber party.

Jane opened the notebook and looked inside. The first page was written on with a girl’s wildly looping hand. Jane skimmed down the page, and her eyes fell on random phrases. “I think I love Mrs. Wallace.” “bury my face between her legs.” “smell her hair.” “put my fingers in her mouth and make her taste herself.”

Jane flipped through the notebook, and found more of the writing.

“can’t stop thinking about her.”

“obsession.”

“Mom’s Polaroid camera to her house tonight.”

Jane kept flipping and finally came upon a page, upon which had been taped a series of Polaroid pictures. The pictures were of Nicole, Nicole in Jane’s own bedroom. Nicole wearing Jane’s own lingerie, taken by Nicole herself reflected in the mirror on Jane‘s dressing table. Jane’s bras didn’t fit the girl well, and her panties looked baggy on the girl’s hips. But the shot the girl had taken of herself in Jane’s blue satin nightie, the one Tom had bought her on their first anniversary, was extremely fetching. Something in the way the girl’s eyes were half closed.

Obsession?

Hadn’t Jane had the same thing with Denise so long ago? It had passed as naturally as a rainstorm, though.

There was a picture of Nicole kissing the tip of her dildo, and she understood that the girl had probably used it as well.

She was startled out of her thoughts by a clicking sound behind her.

She whirled around to find Nicole, naked as the day she was born, shutting the lid to the CD player on her nightstand. She touched the play button and turned around to face Jane. Dark, electronic music played as the girl padded her way across the blue carpet. Close, too close, to the older woman.

“Here,” Nicole whispered. She lifted a hand and hooked over her index finger were Jane’s panties. Jane reached out and grabbed them, wadding them up in her hand.

Nicole looked down at her notebook with her Polaroids. She pointed to the picture she’d taken of herself in Jane’s blue nightie. “That’s my favorite too,” she said. “Do you want to dance?”

Jane nodded, almost involuntarily. Nicole took the notebook out of her hands and set it on her dresser, then folded herself into Jane’s embrace. Jane put her hands on the girl’s back, felt her young muscles moving under her warm skin. She could smell the scent from the girl’s shampoo, she could feel the warmth coming from the top of her head.

“Your door’s open, Nicole,” Jane whispered delicately. Indeed, the door to the girl’s room was cracked, open about six inches. The darkness outside was intimidating, but exciting at the same time. Who knew if anyone was watching?

“I told you it’s okay,” she said. “They’ll never hear us, they won’t even wake up.”

Jane flashed quickly to ten to twenty years in jail, but the image faded quickly. Frankly, at this point, Jane didn’t much care. She caressed her hands up and down the girl’s back, stopping just south of the shoulder blades, just north of her butt.

They orbited each other as the music pulsed around them. Jane watched in the mirror over Nicole’s shoulder. Watched them moving together, watched the girl’s tiny little butt shifting back and forth.

She spared a glance into her own eyes, asked herself quickly if she realized exactly what she was doing, and then told herself it didn’t matter.

She pulled out of Nicole’s embrace and turned around, lifting her hair up and looking over her shoulder at the naked girl.

“Unzip me?” she asked.

Jane felt the girl’s hands moving over her back, up her shoulders, down to the zipper of her black dress, the one she saved for special occasions like tonight. Special occasions like her fifteenth anniversary of being married to Thomas Wallace. Drunk and passed out, he was relinquishing the opportunity to a fourteen year old girl who had a major crush on his wife.

Fuck him, she thought. He deserves this.

She heard the slow sound of the zipper opening. She felt a chill on her back. She shrugged out of the dress, let it fall to the ground.

She stood in front of Nicole, who looked like she was about to burst from excitement, dressed in her black bra, her black panties, and her black garter belt with black thigh stockings. All of which, this girl had probably tried on. This very ensemble, Jane thought, I’d probably find a picture of it if I looked through Nicole’s book.

“I love this garter belt,” Nicole said, hooking a finger in one of the straps, snapping it back playfully.

“Come to me,” Jane breathed. She walked over to Nicole’s bed and sat down, holding out her hands to the girl.

Nicole walked slowly over to her, Jane watched the girl’s hips move, her breasts pendulate, the skin over her soft stomach shift. She grabbed Jane’s hands and moved in close.

They kissed. Delicately at first, then more passionately. Jane’s hand moved over the girl’s bottom, the girl’s hand moved back to unclasp Jane’s bra.

Having freed Jane’s breasts, Nicole bent down to take one in her hand and the other in her mouth. She suckled and nipped at one nipple as she pinched the other. Jane reached down and took Nicole’s breasts into her hands. She kneaded and squeezed, heard the girl’s breathing quicken.

Nicole pushed forward, pushing Jane onto her back. She kissed her way down Jane’s stomach to the waistband of her panties. She licked once or twice at the fabric atop her pubic mound, and then slid the panties off her hips.

Jane reached behind her to unclasp her garter belt, but Nicole’s hand’s stopped her. “Leave it on,” she said. “It’s sexier with it on.”

Jane nodded and pulled the girl close to her. They kissed, and rolled around on the bed for a while. Eventually, Nicole’s hand made its way to the place where Jane’s legs met, explored the dark brown hair for a while, and eventually found its way to the slick valley down there.

Jane’s own hand explored Nicole’s nether region, but didn’t stop at the musky opening. She continued on to the pucker behind it, and lightly plucked at it with a fingernail.

The girl’s breathing paced up as Jane continued working, and Jane’s own breathing crescendoed as the girl worked first one, and then two fingers as deep inside her as they would go. Her thumb worked on the stiffness between her lips.

“I have wanted this for so long,” Nicole breathed.

Now Jane moved her fingers to the wet opening between the girl’s legs.

The two embraced as they worked their fingers in and out of each other. They breathed heavily, the blood rushed in their ears, their cheeks, their chests.

They worked for a while, and Jane was the first to succumb. Her body wracked with shudders, and when she collapsed, she was as fulfilled and satisfied as she’d been in a long time. Except for the fact that the girl hadn’t come.

“Come over here,” Jane said, grabbing Nicole’s waist and swiveling her around. She spread the girl’s legs and moved up between them. She kissed Nicole’s face, her neck, her breasts. “You’ve given me something I haven’t had in a long time,” Jane said. “I want to give you the same pleasure.”

She grabbed the girl’s hand, the one that had been inside her, the one that had brought her to completion, and made a big show of sucking on the small fingers.

“Do you taste yourself?” Nicole asked.

Jane nodded.

“How does it taste?”

Jane hummed low, rolling her eyes. She could see the pleasure on Nicole’s face, and reveled in it.

She moved down the girl’s abdomen, and nuzzled against the downy mound of dark hair at the bottom. Her lips found Nicole’s clit and she kissed it. Her mouth covered it, her teeth nipped at it. She worked a finger in Nicole’s opening, then two, then three.

Nicole’s hips bucked and rocked. She grabbed Jane’s hands and knitted their fingers together.

Jane felt the shudders quaking through Nicole’s body, and continued until they stopped. Squeaks of pleasure escaped Nicole’s mouth and Jane had to cover it with her own. They kissed deeply, luxuriantly. Eventually, Jane broke the kiss.

“Do you taste yourself?” she asked

Nicole nodded.

“How does it taste?”

“I’ve tasted it before,” she answered breathlessly. “On your dildo.”

They lay together for a while, their sweaty bodies sticking to each other. Eventually, Jane stood up and started putting her clothes on.

“Don’t go,” Nicole pleaded. Exhaustion was clear on her face, but her eyes were insistent. “I want more.”

Jane put her bra back on, and stepped into her panties. “Maybe next time,” she said.

“When will that be?”

Jane shrugged. “I don’t know. Soon.” She bent down and kissed Nicole’s forehead. She picked up her dress, climbed under it, and let it fall. She zipped up the back and picked up her handbag.

“I want more,” Nicole repeated. “I need you.”

Jane smiled. “You have me,” she said. “But I have to get home.”

Now Nicole smiled devilishly. “Don’t you want these?” She held her hand up, and hooked around one of her fingers were Jane’s panties, the Victoria’s Secret ones, the ones that had started this whole thing.

Jane plucked them out of the girl’s hand and fingered them for a while. Finally, she put her fingers behind the front of them and put her hand on the girl’s crotch. She masturbated the teenager with her panties for a few moments, loving how the girl looked at her as she did. Then she pulled her hand away and brought it to her nose. She breathed in the girl’s musk, and released the breath slowly.

“Keep them,” she said, and slinked out of the room.

THE END

By eloquent delinquent

Even I had a modest phase. It started late and ended early, but it happened. When puberty hit at 11, it seemed like I got boobs, and my period, and grew two inches, all in the course of a month. I never went taller than five foot six, and when I filled out my breasts weren’t much more than a handful, while the curves of my hips and ass were much more generous. My hair went from straight and straw blond to nearly brown and wavy. Occasionally I’d get a rash of zits on my forehead.

Although the girl I saw every day in the mirror looked okay I guess, and I got a lot of attentive looks, it didn’t matter to me. The body I’d adored and had so much fun with was now confusing, awkward, and sometimes mortifying. I felt betrayed. I was emotional, erratic, as massive quantities of hormones were dumped into my nervous system. I was a wreck. I put on a brave face, acting like everything was just peachy, but I got shy. I got depressed.

And, I got these… these, urges.

It would start with a thought, some erotic image or situation would leap into my head out of nowhere, and my body would get flush and sweaty. My heart would pound, I’d tingle all over, feel weird like I needed to pee, and just get restless and peevish. It all made me very nervous. I didn’t know what to do about the urges. I’d internalized my early no-no training so well, it didn’t occur to me to touch myself. The way I played when I was younger, sex was something I saw, not something I touched. I longed to see those naked bodies from childhood again, the urges made me think about them all the time, but I didn’t dare because I didn’t know what to do about my awkward body, or what my body was doing to me, other than driving me crazy.

But the funny thing is, those urges have a way of getting what they want.

At a friend’s pool party, I was watching a bunch of kids my age splash and frolic in their skimpy swimsuits, and you better believe I was having urges. I was straddling an inflatable shark, and the combination of my thoughts, the undulating water, and my tingling pussy pressed up against the puffy vinyl gave me a sudden revelation. This delightful surge just welled up through me, making me gasp. I remember that I faked sick and rushed home so I could explore these unimaginable sensations I’d just experienced.

Exploring my fuzzy quim with my fingers brought me intense, almost overwhelming pleasure. It also brought those distant memories back – the Easter in that sunlit backyard, and others which were blurrier but just as suggestive. All at once, it was like I’d solved an obstinate, frustrating riddle, and re-connected to that innocently sexual girl I’d been.

It probably took a couple weeks of masturbating at least once every day before I had my first real cum. It left me naked and jerking helplessly with my knees up in my window seat one morning, but I’m not exaggerating when I say it changed my life. After I gave myself a second cum, and a third, I found that now I had a purpose, and that was to arrange the rest of my life so I could indulge my eager naughty bits as often as possible.

Orgasms turned out to be the cure for my pubescent melancholy. At age 12 I was already free.

My puckish curiosity about other people’s bodies came flooding back. But this time, I wanted to do more than look. My scouting and cajoling skills needed a bit of polish, but often seduction is as simple letting someone know how attractive you think they are and letting them lead, showing them affection every step of the way. Within a year, I was up to my old tricks.

Boys were easier than ever. Most of them couldn’t wait to show me their cocks, and oh! How they’d changed! So much bigger and more exciting to me. When they discovered I was eager to touch them, the boys let me do whatever the hell I wanted. It wasn’t complicated to make them squirt, but I experimented constantly as I jerked their hard, hot, amazing dicks, and I loved it when my new move drove a guy into straining ecstasy, his boner getting thicker and harder in my stroking hand. I was instantly a fan of their thick, hot, salty cum, seeing it spurt and gush, the taste of it. It was like their offering to me, my reward for pleasing them. No surprise, I guess, that I took to sucking cock very early and very enthusiastically.

But boys had their downsides. Some of them would try to hook me up with their friends and snigger behind my back. Others would suddenly think I was their girlfriend, and give me all kinds of undesired attention. Either way, I found it possessive and creepy. I was just playing, I didn’t want to be somebody’s property. In order to make some of them get the picture, I had to be mean, which was very unpleasant.

And even worse, as much as they loved me worshiping their horny pricks, they had no idea what to do with me and my pussy. Some of them made earnest, fumbling efforts, and a couple improved remarkably with effort and some gentle instruction. But frankly most were afraid, intimidated by cunt, and to get real satisfaction I had to turn to people who had pussies of their own.

Girls my age were more skittish than ever, but if I could win them over, I could rely on them to be discrete. It took as much emotional closeness and trust as it did flirting to get a girl to undress and let me touch her, but it was worth it. Looking back, I see that I made quite a few close friends simply because I wanted to get them naked.

Later, some bitchy prude girls tried to hang a whorish reputation on me in high school. But so many of my partners came to my defense that the whole thing kind of stalemated, and fizzled out.

I wasn’t a whore, I was a slut. A whore would fuck anyone, just for the attention. A slut, in my eyes, chose her partners carefully, and then enjoyed them with total abandon. Whores were dependent, sluts were in charge. No matter how demanding my sexuality became, I was the one guiding it. The girls I was with sensed that in me, and wanted me to teach them that as much as anything else.

It turned out that a lot of the girls, especially early on, were so anxious about nudity and sexual touching because they were still stuck on that riddle that I’d already solved. I showed them how, sometimes by demonstrating, or even better, doing it for them, to them. Watching their faces, their bodies melt and spasm in sheer bliss, knowing it was me making them feel that way, was marvelously empowering. I was a 13 year old apostle of girly masturbation, and I made a lot of converts. Teenagers were eager to become sluts.

Once I made them cum once or twice, most girls proved to be just as horny as me, with curiosities of their own. I hadn’t even imagined licking a pussy until one of my teammates did it to me, tentatively sniffing and tasting before introducing me to an ecstasy I could barely withstand. I couldn’t wait to return the favor, and honed that naughty skill on the wet delicious cunts of my special friends whenever I could.

When I first saw butt play on the internet, I even had a couple of girls willing to explore that kink with me, and we tumbled on our beds, tongues and fingers discovering the thrills of our tight, tender little assholes, and the profound sensations that lay deeper inside.

I think my parents were aware of my activities on some level, but because I kept my grades up, stayed out of trouble, and didn’t turn into an emotional basket case, they just let me grow in my own way. And aside from my constant sexual desires, I behaved almost normally. I was bright, and school was easy for me, especially math and science. Being blonde, pretty, and from a well-off family didn’t hurt socially, but I got more popular by being in sports, playing varsity volleyball in the fall, and JV tennis every spring.

So long as I could cum my brains out about a dozen times a week, either by myself, or preferably, with a partner, I was golden. I was in the zone.

The only thing nobody really knew about me, was how much I still longed to see the secret places of little kids. I knew it was pervy but I missed it, and I got so horny thinking about it now that I was an adolescent. Like lots of girls, I picked up babysitting to earn a little money, and most of those jobs were just as Sweet-Valley-High-innocent as you would think. But once in a while my little charges would show a flirty, precocious side, and, heart fluttering nervously, I would see how far I could go.

There were a few tantalizing bath times, nude gleaming children whose bodies I could gently lather, and their blushy cheeks, sighs, and gasps are things I’ll never forget.

Even better was the Berger’s 8 year old boy, Noah, who got a stiffie from my flirting, and worriedly asked me to “check on it.” I was frigging him off in no time, to his astounded delight, and every other Friday I would babysit and masturbate his cute pink little pecker, often with my pants down and my free hand rubbing myself off under my panties while he watched. He’d cum twice to my once, no sperm, just throbbing bliss, and he’d barely flag as I continuously stroked him, getting that little dick hard and hot all over again.

But the best were the Halliday twins, 5 year old charmers who’d just discovered that everyone is naked underneath their clothes. I let the girls undress me that first night, helping them with the bra, and they explored me however they wanted. When they spread my legs to investigate my “fuzzy,” I showed them how I could make myself feel sooo good. When I was done cumming, they wanted me to do it for them, and from eighth grade til my junior year at high school, we played naked games every time I visited. Once a month, undressing would become cuddling and kissing, melting into mutual masturbation and pussy licking, and by the end the little twin sisters were joyfully committing incest with each other while I watched, furiously fingering myself.

They were about the same age in the beginning as Bianca is now, and as I rub her increasingly wet little slit, I notice how similar they feel, so beautiful, and her reaction is just as blissful and arousing as theirs had been. Plus, she’s my precious baby girl, and these honey touches give me this deep emotional connection, a physical expression of my affection for her, lovingly given and innocently received. I press into her pussy tenderly and she coos, brown hair draping around her downturned face.

I realize that while I’ve been reminiscing and relishing my daughter’s pleasure, I’ve wandered past the olives three times. I quietly take the cans and put them in the cart. As I do, Bianca shifts her hips suddenly, almost pinning my fingertip beneath her soft steamy cunt, and begins pressing down, subtly grinding against it.

“Mmmmm, Momma,” she sighs.

I know what she wants, but I let her thrust against my finger for a bit as we cross into the next aisle, enjoying the feel of her body finding its own pleasure. God, it turns me on to know she enjoys this like I do. My panties are soaked, upper thighs getting damp.

As we turn down the cereal aisle, I spot another young mother with two boys. She’s quite a bit older than me (most mothers are) dark haired and attractive even with her hair pulled back and no makeup. One of the boys is my daughter’s age, hanging off the edge of their cart, the other probably a couple years older, and they’re arguing.

“I want Fruit Loops,” insists the younger as we approach.

“You’ll have Cheerios,” his brother counters.

“Mo-ooom,” the little one whines, turning to the voice of authority.

“Figure it out amongst yourselves,” she replies calmly.

“No fair!” accuses the younger, jerking the cart. “You never take my side.”

“Oh please,” snarks his brother, rolling his eyes, “you always get whatever you want.”

We pass by, and I take a box of granola bars while Bianca rouses at the sound of the brothers bickering. She glances at them, then up to me. Hidden inside, I raise my naughty finger against her slickness and wiggle it a bit, and her eyes sparkle with gratification and gratitude.

Then she looks back at the family across the aisle, and freezes. One of her eyebrows goes up, a signal for me to pay attention to what she’s looking at. I stop the cart, and with a suddenly stiff spine and a pit dropping out in my stomach, I slowly turn around.

The three of them are looking right at us, and the boys have gone quiet. I realize in a rush that I’ve met the mother once or twice before at school events. With all the dread I’m feeling, I can’t remember her name. The older boy looks frustrated at the interruption in his fight, but the younger brother stares sheepishly at my daughter.

“Hi, Bianca,” he says in a flat tone, obligatory.

“Hi, Jayden,” she replies, just as formally, then coughs once. Her puss contracts gently around my nestled fingertip.

“You get your turkey yet?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re getting ours today. It’s gonna be really big, cause we’re having all the family come to our house.”

“Neat!”

All I can think of during this exchange is the mother as she meets my eye. I can tell she recognizes me too. How much can she see? Is my body blocking my hand? Does the coat cover enough? Because no excuse is good enough for being up your six year old daughter’s dress to your elbow.

But filtering through my own self-absorbed panic, I gradually discern the look on her face. It’s not suspicious, or disgusted. She’s wistful. And now I know that all she sees is a doting mother, a rosy cheeked daughter, gazing fondly at each other on a routine errand. She’s comparing us to her own squabbling boys, and they’re not doing too well.

Grinning slightly, she inclines her head toward me and says, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

I muster a surprised smile. At least the surprise is real. “Thanks, the same to you.”

Looking to Bianca, the mother’s grin blooms into a little smile. My daughter returns it glowingly, and lifts her hand to give them a finger waggling, ‘toodles’ wave. I swear I feel her little cunt getting wetter now.

We all start to move on, moving in opposite directions. The boys shove to get their cereal boxes into their cart. Their mother sighs. Bianca and I squint our eyes and grin slyly at each other.

“That was good, Bon-Bon. Momma’s impressed.”

She shrugs and says, “They don’t need to know. Honey loves are just for us.” Then she makes an adorable shushing gesture, finger over her lips.

I wiggle my finger between her other wet lips and she gasps. But she recovers quickly, and a moment later she shimmies her hips back into place to put more of her hot little cunt into my hand.

She’s getting really excited now.

“Come on honey,” I tell her, moving down the main aisle. “Time to find a good spot.”

I know I can’t hold off giving her what she needs for much longer. In that, she’s just like me. A mind for erotic pleasure and very little impulse control. And one thing I’ve learned, knowing you’re like that doesn’t make it any easier to control or resist.

For example, you don’t have to be your high school’s resident nymphomaniac to get pregnant at 17, but it sure helps. I never got into any trouble until I got all of it. My parents were disappointed, but resigned to my choice. And Mitch – who I’m pretty sure was the one responsible – stepped up and owned it. He was one I always liked best anyway, and even though I dropped out, I got my GED before Bianca was even born, which got my folks okay with it. It looked like things were going to work out.

A year later, everything had changed. No plan, no matter how good, survives first contact with a baby. Mitch took off eight months after Bianca came along. I’d shed my pregnancy weight and started feeling sexual again, but Mitch didn’t see me that way any more. And even though he was okay with me fucking our couple-friends Ryan and Kayla back in high school, he wasn’t okay when I took it back up. Honestly, I think he was looking for a way out, and I gave him one. Being a dad at 19 was too much for him.

I’ll admit, after he was gone, I had some dark days. All my high school friends and lovers had moved on and moved out, and my life with a newborn wasn’t anything like theirs. I felt isolated with all the demands of my baby for the first time. Desperate for partnership, I made some really bad decisions. I drank too much. I fucked some real pieces of work.

Eventually, I got so self-destructive that my family stepped in. Even my big brother and kid sister, who I’d never felt that close to, came to my aid, and our relationships got better by the day. Bianca was a happy baby, easy to love, and that made my life even better. My parents agreed to support me so long as I went back to school, so I started attending tech college part-time while they babysat my little Bon-Bon.

As things got back on track, I made a bit of a vow to myself and my daughter. I’d never get sexually involved with anyone until Bianca was old enough to look after herself for a while. It hasn’t always been easy – I got a lot of looks, from both sexes, and I couldn’t help but wonder. Motherhood changed my body a bit, a little softer, a little curvier, my ass especially. I attract different people than I used to. It’s interesting. But my role as a mother became my priority, and temptation didn’t get the best of me, for once.

That vow is a promise I’ve never broken. Well, almost.

I thought my sex drive would taper off as I reached my twenties, but it’s only gotten stronger. I tried and tried to repress those desires, but every time I did, within a month I broke down and went at my needy, demanding pussy like an animal, cumming in an all-day frenzy to make up for what I’d denied myself.

The internet became my best friend and worst enemy, as I so easily discovered porn and erotica that catered to my most depraved instincts. So very distracting. I spent a lot of time alone in my apartment with my baby girl, and nap time for her was frequently masturbation time for me, feet propped up wide against the desk, a hot video or dirty story feeding my lust. I used my fingers or a vibrator I got from an old classmate, frantically pleasing my pussy and anus. I always tried to get in one good hard cum before Bianca woke up.

On top of that, I sexualized everything. The tapered neck of an olive oil bottle, the plush roundness of the arm of my sofa, the sleek wooden handle of my hairbrush, the deep warm vibration of my clothes dryer, the firm girth of a cucumber, even the ball shaped newel post at the bottom of the stairs – all of these got pressed into service during my desperately horny solo time as a young mom, and as I fucked these objects I’d fantasize about the times I’d had, and yearned to have again.

Continue on to Chapter 3