Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By eloquent delinquent

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2015 }

Julianne found them by following their shrieking giggles, slipping out the back door and there they were. The two girls raced across the lawn, their short colorful sundresses breezing around behind them, Mandy’s brown curls bouncing like springs above her teal dress, and Claire’s long golden tresses trailing down the back of her pink one.

They were engaged in some kind of chasing game where each capture involved a lot of tickling and laughing and wriggling. She watched them play for a minute while she slipped off her shoes, wanting to be barefoot like them. Then she stepped off the patio and into the backyard.

When they spotted her they stumbled to a stop and watched her approach, panting, a few stray chuckles still bubbling up.

“Hi, lovelies,” Julianne greeted with a big smile, cupping a cute little 10 year old face in each hand.

“Hi, Miss Bowers,” Mandy answered.

“Hi, Mommy,” Claire said.

“You two having fun?”

“Yeah,” Claire replied.

“It’s kinda hot and sweaty out here,” Mandy said, wiping her brow for effect.

Julianne looked up to feel the afternoon sun on her face, “It is warm, but it feels nice, I think.” She ran her fingers down Mandy’s arm, which did have a sheen of perspiration on it. “Slippery bodies can be more fun to touch, you know?”

Mandy shifted and smiled, and looked to Julianne’s daughter. Their eyes danced with a thrilling possibility. They both bounced a little.

She let the girls share their silent exchange, then offered, “So, do you want to go back in and turn up the AC?”

Mandy and Claire glanced around her to the sliding glass door, disdainful.

“Or, do you want to do some sunning with me down in the green?”

Claire nodded. Mandy made a happy, “Oooh!”

“Come on then, pretties,” Julianne said and the two trailed behind her as they made their way through her big, leafy backyard, following the slope of the lawn rolling gently down hill toward a group of trees which marked the bottom of her property.

On the way, Claire said, “I’m a little sweaty too, Mommy.”

“That’s fine, sweetie,” Julianne answered. “We’ll find a way to cool off.”

It was quiet for a few steps, then Mandy blurted, “Are you gonna play with us?”

Over her shoulder, she said, “Well I don’t know. Were you two good while I was at the store?”

Their reply came in adorable unison, “Yes.”

“And if I ask Eva if you behaved, she’ll agree with you, right?”

“Yes.”

Julianne smirked. She’d spoken to Eva already. The teen from next door was always happy to make a few bucks watching the girls for a few hours. And from her haltingly detailed report, they’d been no trouble, although the behavior Eva had seen couldn’t exactly be described as ‘good.’

“And do you both want me to play with you now?”

The girls burst with fresh giggles, and dashed ahead, onto the trail into the trees and out of sight. Julianne sauntered after them, relishing her own anticipation, and the delicious tease of making the ten year olds wait.

She turned onto the narrow trail herself, winding through dappled shade out of sight of every house, even her own, the hedges and trees thick all around. Emerging from the short path, she stepped onto the green, a large circular clearing covered in a layer of well-kept bentgrass. Julianne’s ex-husband had this area especially landscaped as a putting green, and she’d gone to pains to keep it up, although the golf cup was gone, replaced with an intricate brass sundial in the center, a long bench on one side and a hammock on the other.

She found the girls there, whispering into one another’s ears, back and forth, sharing excited secrets. They glanced sidelong at her as they did.

With the rich golden summer sun drenching it, the green was so tranquil, so secluded. This place was her sanctuary, an escape from the pressures of her life. She’d only recently allowed Mandy and Claire to join her, and they still felt special to be here. They should, Julianne thought. For her, this was a sacred space, and she was its high priestess, its goddess. She behaved however she felt here – and among the green and the sunshine she savored her feeling of natural, instinctive power. Nothing was allowed to happen on the green that didn’t please her.

She took an almost regal pose when she opened her hands and said, “Come here, lovelies.”

The pair approached and stood side by side where she indicated, looking up at her expectantly. Julianne reached to her waist and undid her jeans, gracefully slipping them off, first this leg, then that. Mandy and Claire stared at her bare legs, then up to her coral bikini cut panties. Julianne’s tan was golden and completely even; laying out nude had been one of her favorite pastimes this summer.

As she knelt down on the cool, fine grass, Claire quietly said, “You’re so pretty, Mommy.”

“You’re just as pretty to me,” Julianne replied, “both of you,” and then leaned to her daughter’s face and closed her mouth over the little girl’s in a slow, loving kiss. Claire’s mouth opened with animated delight to taste her mother’s, and Julianne heard a gratified little chuckle from Mandy at she looked on.

Parting, Julianne stroked Claire’s amazed face, reminding the mother of how her daughter had looked that first time last winter, when her daughter had shown her the way she made herself feel so good down there. Julianne had watched dumbstruck as her nine year old had stood before her and brazenly masturbated for her benefit. As a mother, her confusion had been total. She couldn’t believe this had occurred so suddenly – who expects their prepubescent daughter to be playing with themselves, let alone willing to share it?

She’d felt a reflexive jolt of embarrassment at Claire’s openly erotic display, but at the same time she didn’t want to stop her and risk shaming the girl. There was another impulse that kept her from stopping her daughter in her self-pleasure, one so forbidden she didn’t dare look at it closely, even though it had felt so terribly strong and coursed hotly all through her body. She had been a mess. If only she’d had time to prepare for this moment.

Instead, she’d been paralyzed. So she’d sat there, with these feelings crashing inside her, and had watched Claire’s increasingly passionate masturbation. She had seen the expressions of sexual pleasure on her adorable, innocent face as her daughter had rubbed her smooth pink pussy to a trembling, whimpering orgasm.

There had followed a brief conversational exchange, and Julianne could vaguely recall her dazed acceptance of what her daughter had done. Claire had asked a couple of questions which her mother had been too uncomfortable to truthfully answer, and then her daughter had approached and pushed up her mommy’s nightgown. Julianne couldn’t remember when her thighs had spread open, but she remembered Claire standing between them, her little hand reaching out and exploring her mother’s trimmed pussy, her face burning with equal parts curiosity, excitement, and wonder.

And then her daughter had starting to touch her swollen, soaked cunt in earnest. And Julianne had let her. She had let little Claire share the delicious feelings with her, she’d let her nine year old masturbate her, to love her sex, to commit incest with her. Those impulses she’d felt watching her daughter play with herself had run wild, taken over. And when Claire brought her to a humping, mind-melting orgasm, Julianne could see the delighted amazement on her daughter’s face as she’d watched it happen, knowing that her Mommy liked having her cootie touched too, knowing that her rubbing could make her Mommy have the big happy feeling, just like her.

As she’d looked at her naked daughter, still poised between her spread, quivering legs, her bliss-drenched brain had sparked a passionate love for beautiful little Claire that she’d never imagined she could feel.

Now it was six months later, and her desire for her child, and recently Claire’s best friend Mandy, had only grown, becoming more intense and accepted with each new playtime. She was continually surprised by the girls’ sexual joy and appetite, and how selfless they were in wanting to share pleasure as much as receive it. But then she reflected on her own budding lust when she was their age, and how quickly she’d been shamed and cautioned out of expressing it. If she’d been free, would she have been like them?

Her thoughts and arousal left her feeling dazed as the loving mother ran her fingertips over her daughter’s happy face. Julianne’s body thrummed, she could feel her panties dampening. She turned her attention to Mandy, their eyes locked and Julianne watched the girl’s face light up with overwhelming joy.

Suddenly her daughter reached out and gently shoved her friend’s shoulder. This broke Mandy’s trance and the girl glanced over at Claire, who squinted her eyes and nodded meaningfully at her mom. Mandy’s eyebrows went up in question.

“Go on,” Claire said to her in a growly whisper, “Ask her.”

Julianne scooted a little closer to Mandy, placed a fingertip on the chest of the girl’s teal dress, and began making lazy figure eights over the adorable pads of her immature breasts. Mandy’s nipples strained into the lightweight fabric. With a curious grin, she said, “Ask me what, sweetie?”

The girl’s face was alive with nervous happiness as she stammered, “Do you think… I mean, could I… can I, can I call you Mommy, too?”

Julianne’s stunned heart melted a little when she heard that. She glanced at her daughter, then back to Mandy. She thought she might well up, it was so sweet.

Mandy must’ve taken her pause for reticence because she immediately blurted, “I mean, just when we’re out here, you know, when we play. Just for pretend.”

She put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and looked deep into her brown eyes. “I would love for you to call me that.”

Mandy bounced with delight, a great beaming smile on her face. Julianne heard her daughter clap her hands together. Julianne moved one hand from Mandy’s shoulder and traced her finger long the lower lip of that sweet smile. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

The girl giggled excitedly, nodding, “Uh-huh!”

Julianne sidled even closer to her little admirer and purred, “Then why don’t you ask me?”

Mandy suddenly understood the game and gushed a bit before she managed, “Mommy, please kiss me. Please, Mommy?”

The attractive mother obediently wrapped her lips around Mandy’s and found the girl’s mouth already open, her little tongue venturing out to tease her own, and she found herself gripping the girl’s taut waist and plundering her mouth in an extended, passionate kiss that caused Mandy to arch and rock back a little bit to receive it.

Realizing she was getting carried away, Julianne drew back, breaking off the kiss in a series of affectionate, playful little pecks. Just before she pulled away she felt Mandy’s little hand gently squeeze her full breast through her top. The sensation inflamed her. As the girls became more assertive with their girlishly sexual desires, getting so horny and willing, Julianne was starting to wonder if she was really still in control anymore.

To her right, Claire stared at them open-mouthed. She stroked her fine blonde hair with one hand while the other toyed with the hem of her dress. Her daughter desperately wanted to touch herself, but knew this was playtime in Mommy’s special place. So she impatiently waited, longing. She loved it when her Mommy told her what to do; it had led her to so many naughty discoveries.

So Julianne decided to restore some of her confidence by taking charge. Kneeling back, she waved them in, “Come a little closer.” The girls responded with docile obedience, Claire in a dream like haze of lust, Mandy with her hands clasped behind her back, swaying coquettishly.

With nothing more than a sly grin, Julianne reached forward with both hands, up and under Claire’s dress, gripped the waistband of her little cotton panties and whisked them down her slim legs to her bare feet. She gasped, stiffening, but with just a gentle tug her daughter stepped obediently out of them so her Mommy could drop the little tangle of yellow fabric in her lap. Claire giggled to see it there.

But Julianne had already shifted her weight, slipped up Mandy’s startled thighs, and tugged her panties down, too. The more playful girl practically skipped out of her undies without any prompting, and Julianne set her white panties next to her daughter’s and examined her prizes.

Both girls were looking to her now with coy smiles and shining eyes. She’d just made them very aware of how bare they were under their pretty, flimsy dresses, and how she could fondle them in any way now, whenever she liked. Claire calmly glowed; Mandy could hardly keep still.

Looking Claire steadily in the eye, she picked up her yellow undies, brought them to her nose and sniffed them. The girl blushed bright red as Julianne inhaled the sharp, musky scent of her daughter’s fresh pussy and ass, familiar but still marvelously exotic. Her clit throbbed at the associations that odor had for her. And they were so wet, just the way she liked them, she could feel Claire’s dampness against her upper lip as she held them to her nose.

She sniffed again deeply, and then looked at her daughter with a critical expression. “You seem to be really excited already, aren’t you?”

The girls started, and exchanged a guilty look. Claire continued tugging nervously on her long blonde hair when she responded, “We maybe played a little earlier, Mommy…”

“We?” Julianne interrupted. “Mandy? Did you play too? Did you two play together, with each other?”

On the spot, Mandy just swayed coyly and offered, “Umm…”

Without waiting for any further answer, she kept her quizzical eye on Mandy as she tossed the girl’s white panties until they lay in her hand gusset-up. Even as she drew them to her face, she could see the damp spot. Mandy could too, and her eyes got wide. Mandy smelled different, her pussy a little milder, a little sweeter, but still so fresh and indescribably childlike.

Julianne’s eyelids fluttered from the sensation. She’d never dreamed the smell of  ten-year-old cunt would excite her, but now she had two, and she’d never been happier or hornier. She could only imagine the wet spot growing on her own bright panties.

Claire spoke into her friend’s silence, “We only did it a little, because… well, you know. We couldn’t help it. And we were super careful, we made sure Eva didn’t know.”

Her mother already knew better, but didn’t say it. She’d begun to expect that it wasn’t just the money bringing Eva back to babysit, even though the neighbor girl was almost seventeen. She’d become the perfect spy in Julianne’s house, and had kept a secretive eye on the girls ever since she had discovered them touching themselves. Claire and Mandy never knew that they’d been found out, and this afternoon had been no exception. Eva had surreptitiously monitored every move the girls had made, ending with their “secret” mutual masturbation in the laundry room.

When Julianne had arrived home, the teen had told all. When Eva first reported what she’d seen Claire doing, Julianne had panicked, worried that it might reveal them as an incestuous family. So she’d told Eva she was concerned about her daughter, and could she please keep tabs on this kind of behavior and tell her about it. The teen stammered out an agreement, but Julianne had suspected that there was more to Eva’s watchfulness than mere concern.

Her report to Julianne today only confirmed her suspicions. The way Eva had been unable to meet her eye, the way she blushed, the way her hard nipples were visible through her t-shirt, the loving detail with which she described the girls playfully fondling each other, it all told her that Eva was very much like herself, and had come to lust for these precocious little girls. Julianne had thanked Eva for her detail and discretion, paid her and sent her on her way, certain that the plain looking teen was going home a sexual dynamo, and would spend the rest of that hot afternoon masturbating furiously in her bedroom to the thoughts of her little neighbors.

Maintaining the secret, as well as her dominance over them, she looked them over skeptically. “Hmmm. You’re sure nobody saw?”

Claire crossed her heart. “Eva was on the computer and we were in the back of the house.”

Mandy chimed in. “And we only did it a little. We kept our clothes on.”

“Only a little?” She sniffed the girl’s panties again.

“Yeah,” Mandy insisted. “I didn’t get the wiggly feeling or anything.”

She’d only been having playtime with them since May, when Claire swore her to deepest secrecy and showed her best friend how she’d been rubbing herself to feel happy. A few weeks later, when Mandy was hooked on the delicious feeling of masturbation, Claire had brought her to Julianne. Claire’s Mommy had shown Mandy just how good she could feel by touching there, bringing her off on that same day, first with her fingers, and then with her mouth. Both girls craved to have her lick their tender little pussies, and Julianne love to taste them, loved the way they writhed and thrashed from this exciting new pleasure.

Mandy had kept her secret tightly, even from her own mother. She knew if she told, they’d be in trouble and have to stop. And Mandy loved them, and the feelings they gave her, too much to ever stop. She needed to be touched, she longed to be licked, she loved to wiggle.

Claire had been doing it long enough to call it cum or orgasm, although in the heat of the moment she typically just called it “mm yeah.” Mandy still called it her “wiggly feeling,” and Julianne found it so adorable that she was in no hurry to correct her.

She nodded at Mandy, turned to her daughter and lifted Claire’s yellow panties back up to her nose. Inhaling her intoxicating scent again, it was hard to keep her composure. “You didn’t either?”

“No Mommy. I promise.”

“But you didn’t wait for me before you started playing?” she frowned childishly.

Claire’s face brightened a bit, suspecting this was really a game, but she still answered, “We hadn’t been together in days, we couldn’t help it. She’s my best friend, and she wanted to feel happy.”

“We didn’t know when you’d come home,” Mandy added. “We didn’t know you’d want to play with us. We’re sorry.”

“Sorry what?”

Mandy got the most devilish grin, catching on. “Sorry, Mommy.”

“Well… I guess you couldn’t know that I’d be home for playtime.” Julianne smiled. “Okay then.”

With that, she leaned forward and gave each girl a firm, reconciling kiss on the lips. “I love my pretty girls so much, I could never be too mad at you.” Settling back on her knees, she inspected both of the girls’ panties. “And the way these are, it’s almost like you did it for me. They’re just the way I like them.”

Claire understood her Mommy’s obsession with her smell. She knew now that pussies only got wet when they were excited and ready to feel good, so the scent from between a girl’s legs was a sign that they wanted to be played with. Mandy was new to all this, but she’d sniffed her own fingers after touching herself and liked it. And seeing her best friend and her best friend’s Mommy getting so excited from those odors, made her excited for them, too.

So Julianne greedily sniffed the girls’ panties one more time, then looked at their yearning faces and held the flimsy garments out.

“Do you want to smell each other?”

Each of them gazed at the other’s panties and they both shyly nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Mommy,” Mandy answered.

“Please Mommy,” Claire said.

Julianne extended her hands and the girls gently plucked them away. She watched them. They’d seen her smell their underpants often enough, but had never done it themselves. They looked at each other as they tentatively brought them closer and closer to their faces, each silently daring the other to go first, giggling nervously.

Claire ended up smelling Mandy’s first, holding the white panties daintily to the tip of her nose and speculatively inhaling. Her eyebrows wrinkled then, rose in happy surprise, and she pressed the white undies closer to her face and breathed deeply, letting out a little mewling noise when she exhaled.

Mandy quickly copied her friend, and her first sniff was followed by a gasp of surprise. After that she held the wadded yellow cotton against her mouth and inhaled over and over, her eyes rolling shut.

Grinning, Julianne reached back and up underneath her loose top, unfastening her bra. She felt a drop of sweat run down the groove of her spine. She asked, “Claire, what do you think?”

Taken aback by being called on, she slowly lowered the panties from her face. “It’s, um, it smells funny.”

“Is it bad?”

“No, no it’s nice. It’s just, makes me feel funny. It’s like when I give Mandy a hug and I can tell she super really wants to play and it makes me wanna play, too.”

“Mandy? How about you?”

The brunette was reluctant to lower her best friend’s panties, instead speaking through the fabric. “I like how she smells, Mommy. Sometimes I sniff my fingers after I play with her down there. I like it.”

Claire grinned affectionately at Mandy. “I like yours too. It’s like I’m sniffing you down there.”

Not to be outdone, Mandy replied, “I can kinda smell your butt, too.”

Claire wrinkled her nose and giggled. “Eeeew!”

Mandy pressed on, “No I like it too.” She smelled her friend’s undies again just to prove it.

As they bantered, Julianne slouched out of her straps and pulled her coral bra out through the loose sleeve of her top, setting her large breasts free. The girls broke off their debate to watch her accomplish this with the slack-jaw amazement normally reserved for magic tricks. They were so impressed Julianne almost expected them to applaud. Dropping the bra, she squeezed her tits through her blouse. The girls watched raptly.

“So lovelies, what do you think? Do you like the way she smells down there?”

Both their heads nodded emphatically.

“Do you think you might want to smell her down there someday? Maybe play down there the way Mommy likes to play with you?”

Mandy and Claire looked at each other, their eyes widening like saucers, then shivering with explosions of nervous giggles. The idea of nuzzling each other’s cooties, of tasting what they smelled, still frightened as much as it thrilled.

Julianne grinned knowingly. “Well, come here and give me those.”

The girls sidled up before her and handed her the panties, which she set daintily aside.

“If you’re not up to sniffing, maybe you’re up to kissing?”

The girls smiled, Claire biting her lower lip. She leaned in to her mother.

Julianne gently put her hands on her daughter’s arms, stopping her. “No, sweetheart. Her. Kiss Mandy, kiss like you did when you were playing earlier,” she instructed, guiding her toward her adorable little friend.

As Claire turned, Mandy encouragingly took her hands and drew her closer. Julianne’s daughter shook her feathery blonde hair back, and with a brief, happy giggle, leaned into Mandy.

At first, between each affectionate little peck, the girls would part and look into each other’s faces, sharing their happiness. But soon there wasn’t any need to reassure. They were warm and sweaty and excited, and the fact that Mommy was watching only added to the fun. Their eyelashes settled onto their cheeks, and their kisses grew long and steamy, their little mouths opening, plush lips slipping and pressing, the glistening flicker of a tongue sometimes showing. They released their hands and stroked each other’s bodies as they wrapped their arms around one another. Claire cupped under Mandy’s brown curls, drawing her head closer as her other hand ran over her friend’s chest, passing over and over her stiff, aroused nipples. For her part, Mandy’s hands ran all over the back of Claire’s pink dress, sometimes trailing the girl’s long blonde hair between her dainty fingers.

Watching the girls get carried away in their sensual joy, Julianne’s own hand stole between her legs and gently rubbed her pleading cunt over her coral colored panties. She felt the tender heat, the wetness seeping through the fabric even as the shimmering pleasure coursed through her clit into her body. She gazed at them raptly as she touched herself, her lips parted. She loved it when they did this. It wasn’t like they were putting on a show for her; the girls were lost in their very real, very precocious, sexual desire. But they included her in their intimacy. Her presence not only assured them that their play was all right, it also promised an ecstasy that the girls were unable to reach on their own.

They wanted their Mommy’s touch, knowing and demanding. Their delicate ten-year-old pussies had grown accustomed to the pleasure she could create, and they craved it.

Julianne felt her hips start to roll, and self-consciously drew her fingers away from her cunt. She was getting carried away herself, close to coming from her pedophile voyeurism, and she had such plans for the lovely little girls.

So she reached out to both of them, wrapped one hand around each of their slender thighs, and began stroking upward.

The girls jumped a bit, startled, parted, and looked to her, Mandy’s face hopeful and Claire’s suddenly shy, awaiting instruction.

“Mommy?” Claire peeped.

Julianne let go, raised her arms, and placed her hands on the back of their heads, sensing the heat the sunshine had cast on their hair.

“Oh, pretties, I didn’t tell you to stop.”

She turned their heads back to face each other and gently forced them together. “You keep loving on each other, and let me take care of the rest.”

As their lips brushed together, the girls immediately succumbed, their mouths opening as their eyes shut, picking up the scent where they left off. Claire made a happy little mew into Mandy’s mouth.

Julianne reached down again and clasped the satiny flesh of their legs, running her hands up. Under the dresses, their thighs were damp with sweat, and she couldn’t resist savoring the feel of their soft, slippery skin under her fingers. The taut plushness of their bodies was delectable to her, irresistible.

Mandy leaned a bit and cocked her thigh, opening her legs wider, and Julianne realized that she was teasing them. They might have sexual impulses, but they were still little girls and patience was not their strong suit.

So she inched higher, nestling the edge of her hands into the warm snug spot at the top of their thighs, and gently pressed her index fingers into both of their dainty, tiny slits. Mandy’s gasp was muffled by kisses. Julianne settled in, and by bending the tips of her index fingers she could feel the sweet apex of their pussies, and the firm little clits just below. As their underwear had hinted, both girls were wet and puffy, terribly excited, and as she slid back and forth along those intimate slits, her touch glided through their labia with a warm, buttery softness.

The girls began to move, Mandy standing on tiptoes and leaning against her best friend, arching her round little butt up and out, Claire beginning to pump her hips into her Mommy’s loving hand. So when Julianne withdrew her hands from their happy quims, they both made sharp whining noises even as their tongues played together.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she soothed them, as she began to run her touch deeper under their loose sundresses. “I wanted to make sure you were telling the truth about playing earlier, and you were, you were. You’re both so frisky right now, and I’m going to take care of you, I will. But you’re just so pretty that Mommy wants to feel you all over.” Her hands stroked them even as she said this, over the soft cheeks of their bottoms, the sleek curve of their backs, their tummies, their ticklish flanks.

“Does this feel okay? Do you like it?”

Mandy and Claire broke off their kiss and turned to her, leaning cheek to cheek, grinning, their eyes twinkling.

“Yes Mommy,” Claire said.

Mandy chuckled a bit as Julianne touched a particularly ticklish spot, “I like it, Mommy.”

“So do I,” Julianne replied, and for a moment they just luxuriated in the sensation of the woman stroking the two ten year olds’ flesh, the girls shifting and turning to get her hands just where they wanted them, alternating between gazing at Julianne with gratified wonder, and glancing down to see her hands sweeping around beneath their dresses, amazed at feeling the bliss of having their naked bodies caressed and all the while looking like everything was normal.

Mandy made little purring noises.

Claire’s eyes kept rolling up, but as her Mommy’s hand ran tenderly over her ass, she focused on Julianne and murmured, “Kiss me, Mommy. Please, kiss me.”

She responded to her daughter’s request with eagerness, ducking in and covering the girl’s mouth with her own. Claire’s tongue ventured out excitedly, Julianne’s joined her and they danced wetly together. It still dazzled the young mother, knowing it was her baby girl that wanted such naughty things from her, admitting that she wanted to do them to her just as badly.

She felt Mandy begin to nuzzle the side of her neck, kissing and licking. Parting from her daughter, she turned to this fun new one, and began kissing her just as passionately. Even though the girls were novices, they each had their own style of kissing – Claire was eager and sloppy with appetite, while Mandy, for all her cheekiness, was tender and deeply sensual. Julianne found herself adapting to the way Mandy’s tongue slid lingeringly across her own, pushing as deep into her mouth as the girl could reach.

Soon she felt her daughter’s lips and nimble tongue playing with her ear. Claire had figured out that this was Mommy’s erotic weakness, that it would make her lose control and become an insatiable animal, turning any encounter into a frantic quest for one mind-blanking orgasm after another. This was no exception. Julianne felt her cunt throb and a great liquid heat began radiating into her body as Claire nibbled her ear, driving her wild.

She clutched the girls’ silky flesh and pulled them closer, felt their warmth, their softness, pressing against her, rubbing themselves deliberately against her tits, loving the sensation. She released Mandy and turned back to her daughter, but Mandy was doing the same thing and suddenly the three of them were in a drooling orgy of open-mouthed licks and kisses, and they all closed their eyes and let themselves be caught up in it. She felt lips against her cheek, her tongue flickered against one of the girl’s chins, their gasping breath mixed, and she could hear Claire making a little, longing groan.

Mandy’s hand passed over Julianne’s on the small of Claire’s back, the girl’s hand over the dress and her mother’s underneath. Julianne was aware that Claire was groping Mandy’s chest, squeezing the buds of her breasts and squeezing her protruding, erect nipples through the fabric.

Under her hands, she felt the girls getting sweatier. So was she. Under the summer sun with her horny little darlings, everything had become so hot.

She was hardly aware of what she was doing until she felt her hands stealing between their legs again from behind, the plush weight of their thighs, the moist heat, and then the treasure, the dainty swollen slickness of their sweet, needy little cunts. Julianne was lost in the moment, the ardor of the three of them pleasuring each other. Her fingers snuggled and stroked in between their petal-like lips, adoring their feverish wetness, the way they squirmed against her as she began to masturbate them in earnest. All Julianne could feel now was lust, and she knew it had to go higher, she knew she had to give them more.

“Oh, yeah, Mommy,” Mandy sighed, her voice trembling, “do it. Do it.”

Claire made an ecstatic moan and lifted her knee, revealing her pussy to be pleasured, draping one arm over her Mommy’s shoulder and the back of her neck for support. Mandy assumed the same pose as before, on her tiptoes, arching out her round little ass.

Julianne cupped both of their aroused little morsels, and quickly found their clits with the pads of her questing index fingers. As a tease she wiggled her fingers quickly and lightly over the exquisitely sensitive little buds, and relished how the girls stiffened as the sexual excitement she gave them became too intense to take.

As Claire bit her lip and Mandy whimpered, Julianne relented, giving them soothing, gentle caresses all along the length of their slits. She kissed their cheeks and ears as she did, murmuring, “Oh my lovelies, such good girls, such pretty good girls, Mommy loves to touch you.”

And with that, she gave it to them exactly the way she knew each of them loved it. She’d paid attention during their experiences together, and now her touch was meltingly expert.

Claire wanted it firm, slowly moving with lots of pressure, and Julianne supplied it until she was nearly lifting her ten year old daughter up by her pussy. And Claire responded in exactly the way her Mommy thought she would, by thrusting her hips against those naughty fingers in short, sharp jerks, fucking Mommy’s hand and grinding her little clit at the bottom of each thrust. The girl’s whole body rolled with her pumping, her feathery blonde hair bouncing along her back, catching the light.

What Mandy craved was having her clit caught between two of Julianne’s adoring fingers, squeezing and fondling her nub with a gentle steady rhythm. Occasionally, as Mandy came close to her wiggly feeling, her play Mommy would back off and probe at the wet entrance to the girl’s pussy canal, which invariably made her roll up her eyes, toss back her head and its pretty brown curls, and make yummy “mmmm” sounds with each breath. Julianne went back and forth between nubbin and cunny hole, gauging her excitement.

Mandy had a secret pleasure, too, one that Julianne had discovered but Mandy was still too shy to share with Claire. She had an erotically sensitive anus. She loved to have her butt hole touched and tickled, but it was still very new and she felt kind of ashamed by it, too. With the dress hiding her play, Julianne felt free to indulge her little kink, slipping her thumb up between the snug hot cheeks of Mandy’s bottom, until she felt the wrinkly star of her anus under the pad of her thumb.

Mandy shuddered as Julianne began to firmly rub and caress her tiny pucker, aided by the perspiration that was trapped in the groove of her firm cheeks. The girl’s brows shot up in surprise, but as Julianne captured her clit between her fingertips and matched the rhythm on both her joy button and yielding anus to the helpless urgings of her little body, Mandy’s sighs became moaning exclamations. Her eyes opened wide and she stared at Julianne with a kind of gratified awe as the bliss blossomed inside her.

Her daughter’s humping was growing wilder, more instinctive, out of control, and every breath came out in a panting little “Uh, uh, uh.” It excited Julianne so much that Claire was like this, a hungry sexual little animal, alive to her premature desires, and more than happy to let her loving Mommy between her trembling thighs to satisfy her. Claire had made it clear how secret she was keeping what they did, she knew what they were doing together was forbidden. But if she thought it was wrong she showed no sign of it, and her urges and habits had grown so strong by now that she desperately need Mommy to take care of her.

And Mommy was so happy to take care of her pretty girls, just like she was now. She loved catering to their desires, encouraging them to more and more, wickedly relishing the thought that she was nurturing their completely taboo precocious, incestuous lusts. She wanted them like this as much as possible – wet, playful and needy, looking to her for guidance, acceptance, and satisfaction.

That was what she gave them now, speeding up as she sensed their bodies’ demands, doing her best to control their excitement so that they would cum together, in each others’ arms. She kissed her daughter’s mouth, then Mandy’s, and both girls responded fervently.

As she drew back, Claire stretched her neck, trying to prolong the kiss, finally sighing, “Oh Mommy…”

Julianne gazed adoringly at her girls, so beautiful as they each enthusiastically rode her playing fingers, each caught in her own rising pleasures but both getting so close, so close. Mandy was still looking at her, but her eyes were heavy-lidded and unfocused, her cheeks growing pinker underneath their spray of freckles. Draped by her swaying, fine blonde hair, Claire’s fair skin blushed over her entire face, a delicate furrow of concentration between her closed eyes, her mouth opening wider as she approached the peak of delight pumping her juicy girlish pussy into her Mommy’s skilled hand.

Sensing the moment, she told them, “Girls, girls, look at each other, you’re both so pretty, look, look…”

Almost deliriously they did what they were told, and their gazes locked as they saw their naughtiness, their joy, mirrored in one another.

Mandy immediately stiffened and began to tremble, making a great melting expression of sympathy and affection and overwhelming pleasure. Fresh sweat pricked out all over her body, making her shine.

Claire held Mandy’s eyes and Julianne felt her little hips begin to jerk sharply against her hand as she reached an uncontrollable surging delight. Her blush grew brighter, and her mouth teased into a wide open smile at her best friend and little lover. She nodded, encouraging, assuring, agreeing.

And suddenly Julianne watched her daughter’s expression change to one of total, shocking surprise as she reached orgasm, her soaked silky pussy squeezing and pulsing in her mother’s hand, her lithe little body shuddering and gyrating as she felt the hot bliss pour all through her. Claire’s hair shook wildly, draping her face as she went, “Ah! Mmm! Mmm, mm yeah…”

Mandy watched her friend come with love and wonder, and at the same time thrust her hips down and back, putting lots of pressure on Julianne’s fingertips as she strummed her engorged little clit, and forcing her play-Mommy’s thumb to slightly penetrate her asshole. She took a gasping breath and seemed to hold it, her body almost buzzing with intense arousal.

Julianne just had time to sense the incredibly tight, smooth, tender flesh that lay just beyond Mandy’s pucker when the girl’s whole body convulsed, squeezing out her probing thumb, trapping it between her clenched butt cheeks, just like her wet thighs had clamped around Julianne’s hand. She swooned forward and clutched Claire in a sweaty embrace. Hanging her head over her friend’s shoulder, she pressed their bodies together and let Claire feel every writhing spasm as her glorious release swept through her, whimpering and clinging.

As it reached its climax, she sobbed, “Oh! Oh! I love you! I love you!”

Julianne and Claire knew they were both included in her passionate confession. They both kissed her cheeks, her hair, her ears, her neck as she shuddered and groaned. Soon, Mandy came around and responded to them, offering up panting, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that were often more like licks, reminding Julianne of a wildly affectionate puppy. She found her pretend-daughter’s ardor endearing, and by the way Claire giggled, she wasn’t the only one.

The girls calmed down a little, and Julianne was able to extricate her hand reluctantly from between their unsteady legs. She didn’t take them out from under their dresses, though, gently stroking the soft quivering curves of their backs and bottoms, unwilling to relinquish the luscious texture of their flesh.

Claire and Mandy gradually loosened their embrace, and both of them turned to Julianne with breathless, grateful smiles. Her heart and cunt both melted to see them. Once, those twinned feelings of maternal affection and wicked lust confused her, but not any more. She loved her daughter, and her love for Mandy grew warmer every time the girl showed just how ready she was to express her own. She loved them completely, their characters, their hearts, their bodies, without inhibition or limit, and they returned that love in ways more beautiful than she’d ever imagined. The smile that she felt bloom on her face, the tears welling up in her eyes, showed her pretty girls her simple, overwhelming joy.

The girls looked into her face, and what they saw there made them both go, “Awwww…”

Claire followed her outburst with, “Thank you, Mommy.”

Mandy followed up by babbling, “Oh Mommy I love it I love how you give me the wiggle feeling so good we have the best play times Mommy -”

“Oh you’re such good girls,” Julianne gushed.

Hearing that, the two squealed and pounced, their weight just about bowling her over from her kneeling position. As their arms and legs wrapped around her, she felt a rain of pretty kisses fall onto her face and neck, so loving and playful that her affection and heat both climbed higher. She squeezed the ten year olds close and chuckled with delight.

As playful as they were, the girls were not innocent. Mandy’s hands wandered, and one of them stole their way to her breast, at first cupping and touching, but at this point she was petting and mercilessly teasing her prominent, sensitive nipple, sending thrilling aches deep into her tummy. Her daughter’s dress had rode up in front during the hug, and Claire had taken advantage of it. Julianne felt the heat and dampness of the girl’s crotch pressing into her side, and slowly but surely, her little daughter’s movements were turning into humping.

With an effort, she peeled the girls away from herself. They pawed and giggled at being deprived of their plaything. She could see their eyes shining with fresh passion; they wanted to make their Mommy get the good naughty feelings, too.

Julianne said, “That’s so wonderful. But don’t you pretty girls love each other, too?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Mandy answered brightly.

“I do, Mommy,” Claire replied, glancing affectionately at her friend.

Withdrawing her hands from underneath the girls dresses, she said, “Well, kiss her.”

“Okay, Mommy,” Mandy said with enthusiasm. Then to Claire, she said, “I love you.”

Claire was touched. She said,”I love you too,” even as she leaned in.

The girls kissed deeply. As she watched, Julianne took the opportunity to unbutton her blouse. Shrugging it off, she immediately felt the luscious sunshine warming her naked skin, suffusing her with summer’s endless energy.

Claire and Mandy were distracted from their fun when Julianne stood. And when they saw her step out of her panties and stand before them completely nude, all their attention turned toward her.

“You’re so pretty, Mommy,” Claire sighed.

“Are we gonna play some more?” Mandy asked.

Julianne smirked. “I don’t know. Are you two still feeling frisky?”

Two big, eager nods.

“Can I smell your panties?” Mandy blurted.

Her pretend Mom cocked a hip. “How do you say it?”

The pretty brunette smiled and said, “Please, Mommy, can I please sniff your panties?”

Her request was new, audacious, and hot. Julianne’s pussy throbbed. She pretended reluctance. “Hmm, well, I guess.”

“Can I do it, too?” Claire chimed in.

“Hmm?”

“Please, Mommy, can I?”

“Sure. Both of you get in close.”

She arranged the twist of coral fabric until the soaked gusset was facing out, the extended her arm. Claire and Mandy ducked in daintily, like they were about to smell a flower. But after their first tentative inhale, they both nuzzled into her panties as if it were her body. Claire chuckled softly. Julianne’s hand slipped between her own legs and began fondling her aching cunt. Fiery pleasure erupted at her touch, she was so swollen, so wet, so ready. If the girls wanted to taste their Mommy today, she would be ripe to their tongues.

Just the thought of it made her swoon a bit. “Okay, that’s enough.”

The girls looked disappointed as she drew their prize away and dropped it on the lawn. They quickly noticed that their Mommy was playing with herself. Claire bit her lip.

“Are you two still going to be my good little girls?”

“Yes Mommy,” they replied in unison.

“Then take off those dresses and be naked with me.”

It was adorable how they wriggled and stumbled in their haste to remove them. Mandy cast hers aside thoughtlessly, but Claire got a naughty little thrill out of dropping it right beside her. She’d never be allowed to leave her clothes lying around the house.

Now they were nude, and they danced delightedly with the sensation of it. Mandy lightly skimmed her body all over. Claire tossed her blonde hair back and gathered it all into one hand so her skin was bared to the golden sunshine. She let her other hand steal onto the bright pink crease of her quim, and she started to mirror her mother.

All three touched themselves, and all three glanced wildly at the bodies of the others, filling with desire. Julianne felt like an erotic goddess here in her little natural temple, with two ardent acolytes who were eager to learn the rituals of lust she would teach them.

“I think we should stay out and play all day til it gets dark,” Mandy said. “Just play and touch and kiss and wiggle over and over. Can we do that Mommy, please?”

Julianne nodded regally.

“I think Mommy should sit on the bench so we can make her happy,” Claire proposed.

“Yeah! I wanna touch you, Mommy.”

Julianne grinned and made her way over to the bench. “How can I refuse?” The girls trailed, giggling.

Before she’d even seated herself, Mandy was kissing her back and Claire was stroking her breasts. Julianne closed her eyes. This was like sinking into a bath made of girlish lust. Their hands and lips were all over her. She parted her legs and Claire slipped between them, crouching to take a nipple in her lovely clever mouth.

She felt the familiar touch of her daughter’s little fingers parting her soaking pussy lips, finding her hardened clit, and beginning to rub. Mandy swept her hair aside and began licking her ear. Ecstasy swelled in her body as the naked little girls made excited love to her, here in the golden green shelter that was all hers, all three bodies nude and shining and full of the sexy urges naked girls feel in the summer.

Mommy is a goddess, she thought as her body filled with a liquid heat that was as sweet as sunshine.

The End

by Pretty Pink Taco

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2015 }

I was always attracted to nature. Growing up, I would spend hours and hours in our back woods finding tadpoles in the creek or lost on a hiking trail or swimming in the nearby lake. When I decided to become a hermit after coming into some inheritance money, I knew I could finally be alone in the environment I had longed for.

I wasn’t always a recluse. Sometimes I’d go to town to sell some artwork or teach art twice a week at the local community college in the fall. I loved teaching, but not as much as I enjoyed complete mountainous solitude.

One winter I took a three-week yoga retreat in the wilderness of Peru where we crossed colorful psychedelic spiritual planes by consuming heavy amounts of magic mushrooms. Love was in abundance that trip, and the hint of sex lingered in the air as men made love to men and women to other women and men and women made love to each other. I can’t remember how many orgasms I had or how many pussies I ate or penises I had inside of me but it was one of the most sexually uplifting experiences of my life.

It wasn’t until early April or so that I realized I was pregnant. I researched natural prenatal care foods to farm for fall and winter. Whatever I didn’t have I made sure to pick up on visits to town before my belly began to show. I had her at home, on my own, during a 30 hour meditative state. I fought the urge to scream from the pain, wanting to bring my little baby into the world with the least amount of negative energy as possible.

Juniper Autumn Breeze, I named her. She was born with a full head of jet black hair and chubby tan cheeks. My gift from the universe. I would spend hours upon hours just staring at her, completely in love with the creature I cared for and nourished in my belly those nine months. I’d nurse her on my right nipple and then my left– nursing would ease the soreness and tightened the bond between mother and daughter. I’d let her hold my finger in her tight little grip and then tickle her little chubby feet.

I couldn’t tell you exactly when it began, but at six months, my little Juniper was looking at me in a way no one else ever had before with her bright blue eyes. I liked to walk down to the field near the river and lay her on a blanket, the two of us naked, playing with each other. Her body was so pudgy and fat, I couldn’t resist caressing and stroking her little legs and blowing on her belly. I’d nurse her until we’d fall asleep under the warm sun, naked to the fresh breeze and listening to the water run.

After my retreat, I couldn’t think of a sexier time to masturbate to. I pictured myself in the arms of a man, leaning against his chest as we sat up and watched a soft, gentle woman with her mouth on my clit. I began to rub myself as my little baby slept on her belly beside me on the blanket. I rubbed harder and faster, filling myself up with my fingers as I remembered people rotating, finding myself stuffed with a warm, hard penis while a woman squatted in front of my face and spread her hot cunt across my lips.

My body shivered and I felt a wave of pleasure begin in my clit and spread to my fingertips. Suddenly, I felt a suckle on my right nipple. Juniper had woken up and crawled over to my full right breast that hung near my right arm. I was too far along to stop her.

“Ohhh, baby, yes!” I caught myself moan. She paid me no mind as she continued to suck fiercely on my nipple, drinking its warm milk. My body tensed up and then released. I looked at my little baby, who was completely unphased, and smiled. “You’re still hungry, little June?” I said, scooping her up and laying her across my chest. She started to fuss and cry a bit, rubbing her face. “Aww, it’s okay. Let’s go inside for your nap.”

*****

Baby Juniper and I did everything together. Wherever I was, she was, helping her Earth Mother. I’d wrap her up and tie her on my back as I did chores or farmed or picked berries outside. We were sometimes clothed outside, but inside we were mostly nude. Especially during feeding time.

A few days after that day in the field, I breastfed Juniper on my side and I could feel my heartbeat rising in my chest and pulsing between my legs. I placed a pillow between my legs and squeezed it tight, rubbing it against my pussy while I ran my hands over her little body like I always did. This time it was different, I saw her body in a different way. I brushed past her belly to her bald, puffy baby pussy lips. I cupped it in my hand, feeling the contour of her slit and squeezed her lips together, then released.

“Yay!” I cheered at her, as I squeezed it over and over again while she laughed. I was becoming increasingly more and more aroused, and the mood began to change.

Ooohh, yes. Suck Earth Mother’s nipple, I thought, not bold enough to say it aloud. Her hand found my face as she sucked, she moved it around my nose and lips just aimlessly like babies do. I opened my mouth and sucked on her little fingers and then her entire fist. It made her giggle at first, but then she tried to pull her hand away and I sucked a little harder, still gently squeezing her pussy lips together. Before she could make a big fuss, I released her hand from my mouth and cheered at her again, removing my breast from her mouth. “Oh, Juniper Autumn,” I said to her lovingly, staring into her eyes as I rested my head back on the bed. I closed my face in to hers, and puckered my lips near her mouth to see what she’d do. She opened up her mouth wide.

Good girl, I thought to myself. I made kissing noises against her cheek while she giggled and laughed. I licked the side of her face and some milk and drool she still had on her chin. Then I licked her wet, lips and she opened up her mouth wide again and stuck her tongue out to touch mine. It shocked me a bit at first, but then I soon found myself exploring my little, almost 7 month old, baby’s mouth. I licked her tongue and the outline of her gums and the roof of her mouth. I sucked on her lips and loved the slimy feel of her spit.

“Yay!” I’d cheer at her and she’d laugh. I moved my body over hers and I knew what would come of it. I pressed mouth against her fatty little nipples and sucked on the skin with loud popping sounds that would make her laugh, over and over again. You’re going to have some nice little titties, I thought to myself.

I lowered my body on the bed and blew on her belly, causing her to have a fit of laughter. Her kicking reminded me I hadn’t yet taken my prize. I spread her legs at the knees as if I were about to change her diaper and blew my lips right above her little slit. She laughed again, the cue for me to place light kisses on her fat little lips.

I began to lick the smooth baby skin, my tongue finding the spaces between the crevices of her inner thigh and over her slit. I didn’t bother looking to see if she was enjoying it or not, but I heard no fuss. I was too caught in her fresh scent and suddenly sexy privates. I took my fingers and spread her lips open, admiring the light pink contrast against her tan skin.

Did I dare taste it? Lick my baby girl in an intimate way I would my lover? Oh, I did. I ran my tongue around her round nubby clit and down to her wet opening. It was the sweetest taste to ever touch my lips. I began to stroke my own pussy while I licked hers, rubbing my clit vigorously, I didn’t stop sucking on her wet hole until I came. I ran my wet fingers across my lips, enjoying the taste of myself and I wondered if Juniper would enjoy the taste of her Earth Mother. I puckered my lips against hers again, having her taste her own pussy as well as mine.

A few days later, I had the nerve to experiment with her baby mouth some more, latching her on to my fat clit while I pinched and rubbed on my nipples. The suction of her little mouth was more powerful than any tongue I had ever experienced, moans and screams I had never heard before escaped my mouth. The orgasm left me breathless and made my head spin with a million colors, better than any psychedelic trip I had ever had.

I felt immediate guilt come over me once it was over and she continued to suck innocently. When I moved her little head away, she started to cry, wanting to keep suckling.

“Aww, it’s okay, Juniper Autumn, Earth Mother is here,” I said softly, cradling her in my arms.

Those were great early memories, of Juniper and I.

*****

We developed a routine, her and I. Everyday we’d wake up to a sun salutation and meditation on the balcony, then a few yoga poses to get the blood flowing. My hair was strawberry blonde, long and wavy — I didn’t spend much time on it other than when I was trying to do anything to get it out of my face. I’d wear it in a big wrap on warm days, the way some women taught me when I spent a summer with a tribe in Nairobi. Sometimes I’d spend a few hours braiding it with beads, while other days it just did whatever it wanted to.

Juniper was three years old and hair was longer now, black and eyes as blue as ever. It was thick and had small waves, unlike mine that was heavily waved. I would watch her as she slept and would spend hours trying to guess who her father was– there must’ve been at least half a dozen men on that retreat, half of whom were Peruvian or Latin of some sort. The Sherpa guide was the one I’d picture the most, he was tall and had a handsome smile. But, I didn’t know — it didn’t matter to me. She was my gift from the universe, my companion, my lover.

We’d pick berries in the forest in the summer and climb trees for honey in the fall. I’d make hearty vegetable soup from vegetables from our garden in the winter. She had a way of running up to me while I was in the kitchen and finding my clit straight away with her tongue on the first shot. It would distract me so much, I’d have to stop what I was doing and lie on the floor until she finished me off. At first I wasn’t sure if she’d do it because she wanted to please me or because she enjoyed it, but when it was her turn she’d be soaked before I’d even touch her. After dinner on most nights, we’d read together or draw by the fire, cuddling each other at first and then kissing sessions where we told each other about the great day we had and how much we loved one another.

It would tickle her too much when she was awake, but as soon as she fell asleep on her belly some nights, I’d squeeze and kiss her ass cheeks, spreading them open and fiercely sucking on her tight little asshole.

As she grew a little older, she began posing for me in the nude. At around five years old, I had canvas after canvas filled with artwork of her by the stream or her in the field with flowers in her hair or sleeping with the cat by the fire. I went as as far as submitting them to local art shows to make some extra money. They sold like crazy. Everyone would ask who the model was or if I had a daughter of my own (Juniper didn’t look anything like me), I told them it was just from imagination — wanting to keep them as far as possible from my beautiful little girl.

Juniper never doubted or wondered why we did what we did. All she knew was that I was her Earth Mother and that I loved her very much. She loved me just the same and making love became part of our daily lives.

*****

Over the next couple years, my artwork was in high demand in small groups throughout the state. I was asked to teach more advanced courses at a local state university, which of course paid more and allowed more flexible hours. I’d leave Juniper with a chore or task to do every time that would keep her busy until I came back.

One evening, while cleaning up the classroom during my last class, I realized the light in the supply room was on. When I opened the door, I found a young woman from my class in a chair, legs spread open and rubbing herself over her pants to a painting of Juniper doing a yoga pose in the nude with her right leg in the air. I knew the girl, her name was Sarah and she was a doughy, quiet, plain, mousy girl, dull brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin. But knowing someone else was aroused by the sight of my Juniper in the nude, that turned me on almost immediately.

“I’m sorry, Professor!” the girl said, jumping out of her seat and looking at me in shock.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear! I didn’t see you there, I almost turned off the light!” I pretended to not notice her masturbatory session. I saw her eyes close as she sighed with relief of not being caught.

“I– uh, I was putting some stuff away here and I dropped some supplies, so it was taking an extra long time,” she said clumsily finding the words.

“Ah, I see. Well, thank you, Sarah.”

“You know my name?”

“Of course I do, dear!”

“It’s only the second week of this class, I didn’t think you’d know my name. Most professors don’t know their students’ names so soon,” she explained.

“Well, I’m not really a professor. I am an human and an artist, I like to connect with other humans and creatures alike, soul to soul. You know my name, so of course I will do my best to learn more about yours and your soul.”

“You have such a great aura,” she said to me, doe-eyed. I was used to compliments from students, it was their way of schmoozing to earn their grade. But I was also used to compliments in the art world, people always want to be around you and pick your brain.

I smiled at her with a raised eyebrow. “Thank you, Sarah.”

“Professor, do you think you’d want to get a cup of coffee or something sometime? I’d love to sit and talk to you about your work.”

“Hmm,” I looked at her.

“You don’t have to, I was just wondering.”

“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.

“Tonight? Well, nothing–” she started.

“I have some great tea at my place I’d like you to try. I made it myself,” I told her.

“Oh. Wow — I mean, sure! Tea sounds great.”

“Great. Sarah, not many people know where I live, and I’d like to keep it that way,” I said sternly.

“No, of course. I understand,” she nodded.

“Good,” I smiled. “You can leave your car here and I will drive us.”

“I did notice you use a P.O. Box for your mailing address here in town.”

“We should get going,” I smiled at her.

She couldn’t be older than eighteen or nineteen years old, and on the shorter side. She followed me up the steps to my cabin in the mountains and into the warm cozy air inside.

“Mmm, it smells great in here,” I heard Sarah say behind me. I could tell she was eyeballing our rustic art decor.

“Earth Mother! Earth Mother!” Juniper came running out of the room naked and gave me a big, warm hug. She suddenly gasped when she realized someone else was there. She had never seen another person before, besides me.

“June, this is Sarah, a friend of mine from town,” I said. Both of their faces were in awe.

“It’s her!” Sarah said with her mouth hanging open, “The girl from your paintings.” I smiled at Sarah and held Juniper closely to me by my waist, curious to how she would react. “Hi there!” Sarah waved, trying to engage.

“Hi,” Juniper said shyly, pressing her face against my side like a small child would do.

“Are you shy?” Sarah asked her directly and jokingly. Juniper shook her head.

“Sarah, have a seat, dear. I’ll make you some tea,” I smiled. Sarah took off her heavy winter jacket and draped it behind behind the chair at the round table of the kitchen area. She pulled out the seat so it was adjacent to the table. The cabin was one big open space with kitchen and living room together and a bedroom and bathroom off a small hallway to the side.

“What a pretty fire,” Sarah said out loud.

“Oh, I made it today,” Juniper told her.

“You’re a very smart little girl,” Sarah said, still amazed that the nude little girl she was masturbating to earlier was right in front of her.

“Want to see me add a log?” Juniper asked Sarah.

“Alright!” Sarah laughed, I glanced at her while she checked out my daughter’s ass as she bent over to pick up firewood and carefully added it to the fire.

“Here you are, dear,” I said to Sarah, as I placed the warm cup of tea at the table in front of her. “I added some honey, I hope that’s okay.”

“Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you, Professor,” she said to me before taking a sip of her tea.

“You can call me Earth if you’d like,” I said to her, pulling out a chair to face her.

“What did she call you, Earth Mother?” Juniper asked, running back to us at the table and sitting on my lap. Sarah’s mouth parted slightly, as she watched Juniper spread her legs and straddle my left leg on the chair. I ran my hands up and down Juniper’s thighs, watching Sarah’s face as we faced her. I knew she had a clear view of my child’s pussy.

“Professor. It’s what students call their teachers at college,” I explained, pulling her up closer to me on my lap and resting her head on my left shoulder.

“H-how old are you… June, is it?”

“Juniper Autumn Breeze,” my little girl said proudly. “I’ll be eight in November.”

“Oh, little Scorpio, are you?” Sarah said to her devilishly. I nodded.

“I guess she is a Scorpio, huh.” I said, kissing Juniper’s cheek and wrapping my arms around her body.

“I missed you, Earth Mother,” Juniper whined and turned her face toward me. I gave her a small peck on the lips, which then grew into a longer peck and then long tongue laps. Juniper rubbed herself against my leg and I ran my hands up and down her flat chest.

I moaned softly as our long kiss nearly ended. I looked at Sarah who was just staring with a blank look on her face. Her eyes were transfixed on Juniper’s pussy still rubbing against my leg.

“Why don’t you get your stuff ready so you can do your dance for Sarah?” I said to Juniper and her eyes lit up. She ran off into the bedroom.

“How’s your tea?” I asked Sarah, completely throwing her off.

“Oh– uhm, yeah, no– it’s great. Very sweet,” she said before taking another sip of it.

“It should help you relax,” I smiled at her, “Come, bring it here by the fire. Take your shoes off, get comfortable.”

She took her shoes off and I could see that after a few minutes, the tea was hitting her pretty strongly. I sat up against the wall on some floor pillows near the fire and draped myself in a large blanket. I motioned for Sarah to sit between my legs, leaning her head back against my shoulder like Juniper was sitting earlier. I draped us both in the blanket.

“Are you ready?” Juniper called out.

“Yes, darling,” I responded, Sarah started giggling randomly. “You feel good?” I whispered in her ear. She nodded. Juniper came out with a long sheer, orange ribbon and began to twirl it. She danced, slowly moving her body in unison and moving the ribbon from one hand to the other. We watched as she extended her legs, bent her body backward and forward and moved her little hips.

Under the blanket, I cupped both of Sarah’s breasts in my hands and squeezed her erect nipples. Oh, how good it felt to have actual breasts in my hands. I had missed them for such a long time since Juniper was born. Sarah turned her head to face me like Juniper did earlier. The kiss was deep, passionate — the kiss of two adult mouths longing for each other.

“Earth Mother, are you watching me?” Juniper complained a few feet away.

“I’m sorry, baby, I thought you were done,” I said, pulling away from Sarah’s lips.

“Well, I’m done now,” Juniper said with her hands at her hips.

“Go put the ribbon away,” I told her and she did. “Show me how you were rubbing yourself in the supply room earlier,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear.

She froze up for a second and grinned, opening up her pants and sliding them off her legs. Her body was soft and plump, and her pussy fat and covered by loose cotton panties. She rubbed herself firmly, moaning softly and arching her back.

“Meow,” Juniper purred softly in the door frame. Whenever she wanted attention, she’d pretend to be a cat.

“Meow,” she got on her knees and began crawling toward us.

“Oh, Kitty, is that you, Kitty?” I said, Sarah sucking on my neck while we both rubbed between her legs and my left hand pinched her breast.

“Meow,” Juniper said sadly, pouting and sitting at the end of Sarah’s feet. Juniper opened up the blanket and watched what we were doing underneath.

“Come tell me what’s wrong, Kitty.”

“Meow,” she purred and knelt at my side. She began to lick the side of my face and my lips like a kitten would. Suddenly, Juniper stared at Sarah who was still in my arms, I wasn’t sure if she was getting jealous or was just showing off but she stuck her tongue out at Sarah. Sarah stared for a moment and then did the same. Juniper leaned in and gave Sarah’s tongue several short licks. I leaned in and joined them, our three tongues flicking the other up and down and in circles.

“Kitty wants milk,” Juniper whined, placing a hand on Sarah’s breast. I began to lift up Sarah’s shirt and Sarah seemed eager for me to do so.

“But I don’t have any milk,” Sarah said sleepily, helping me take the bra straps off her shoulders, revealing two fallen cones shaped breasts with light brown nipples.

“It’s okay. Sometimes Earth Mother doesn’t have any milk, but then when I suck on them it starts to come out,” Juniper explained matter-of-factly, straddling Sarah’s leg and tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ears and out of her face.

Sarah seemed to tense up for a bit, but then I pulled her back toward my chest and let my little girl “nurse” on her breasts, anticipating milk. I held the breasts up for Juniper from behind as Sarah rotated her hips slightly. “There’s no milk in these, Earth Mother,” Juniper looked at me, confused.

“Just suck harder, baby. Suck really hard,” I told her. A whimper escaped Sarah’s throat and I nibbled on her ear. “Should she keep sucking, Sarah?” I whispered seductively.

“Uh-huh,” Sarah nodded, breathing heavily. I turned her face toward mine and we kissed again for even longer than before.

“Nothing, Earth Mother,” Juniper sighed.

“Well, give her a kiss so that she doesn’t feel bad,” I told my little girl.

“It’s okay, Sarah. Maybe tomorrow after your bath, it will come,” Juniper said before locking lips with the young woman. She pulled away and noticed my hand rubbing between Sarah’s legs. “What are these?” she giggled at the cotton panties, giving them a touch. “Let’s see your honey pot.” Juniper began to tug at the sides of the underwear, trying to roll them down Sarah’s legs.

“Juniper,” I said a bit sternly, “You have to make sure it’s okay with Sarah first before you see her honey pot.”

“Sarah–” Juniper started, but then Sarah nodded with a smile and began rolling down her underwear herself. Juniper helped pull them completely off.

“Your honey pot only has little hairs,” she said, closely examining Sarah’s hot cunt, “Put your legs up.” Sarah bent her legs with her knees up and spread her thighs open at Juniper’s command.

“Watch this,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear and almost immediately, Juniper latched on to her hooded clit and began to fiercely tongue it, making loud smacking sounds

“Ooohhhhhhh!!” Sarah groaned loudly while I flicked and pinched her nipples. The sight of my little girl willingly sucking another woman’s pussy turned me on beyond measure. “Professor, I– I’m,” she huffed but I turned her face to me and kissed her. After a few minutes I could tell she was getting near, as she muffled screams into my mouth.

“Just let go,” I whispered softly, and she did, arching her back and rubbing her pussy violently against my little girl’s face. Juniper raised her head with a big smile, juices glistening down her chin. “Don’t wipe your face just yet, Juney. Come up here,” I told her. I began to lick Sarah’s honey off my daughter’s chin and Sarah joined in as well, tasting herself and then darting her tongue in and out of my daughters mouth.

“Earth Mother, can we go to bed, please?” Juniper asked suddenly with sleep eyes. I nodded and started to rise up off the floor with Sarah still resting against my chest. “Can Sarah come too?”

That night both Juniper and Sarah nursed milk from my big, floppy breasts simultaneously, Juniper was on my lap like a baby and Sarah was kneeling beside me. I cradled both of their heads, and closed my eyes. I hadn’t had two women sucking on my breasts at the same time since the retreat.

“Are you getting sleepy?” I asked my daughter, she nodded, mouth still attached to my nipple. I could see she was using her feet to play with Sarah’s breasts as Sarah fed on me– Sarah didn’t seem to mind, but I think Juniper had only wanted the attention all to herself.

“Sarah,” she said muffled against my nipple, “Can you kiss my honeypot?” And there it was. Sarah sat up and looked at me with wide eyes. I nodded and grinned, giving her permission to taste her precious little flower. Juniper continued to nurse, as Sarah positioned herself between her thin little legs and gave her lots of little kisses around her slit before lapping up my baby’s soaking wet pussy. It started off gentle, a few licks over the skin and down the middle, but soon Sarah’s tongue found her tight, wet hole and couldn’t pull away from it.

All of a sudden, Juniper let out a sharp, quick gasp with a wince that worried me. Sarah started getting a little rougher, it seemed, pulling Juniper by her hips and rubbing her nose against the opening to her clit as she pressed her face harder against her bald, little lips.

“Sarah, that’s enough,” I said sternly.

“No, don’t stop,” Juniper breathed, “Her tongue’s inside me.” Her sharp moans became whimpers and to my surprise, Juniper pushed Sarah’s head and tongue deeper into her wet vaginal opening. I felt relief my baby was enjoying herself, since I had never penetrated her little opening before with my tongue or any object. I used my hand to run it across her chest and lightly pinched her flat nipples. I could tell she was near, I had seen that face thousands of times.

“Let it go, Juniper Breeze,” I whispered softly.

“I love you, Earth Mother,” she squealed, like she normally did before coming. She thrashed her head from side to side and held on to my breast, squeezing it tightly until it hurt. Sarah lifted her head from between my daughter’s legs, finally coming up for air. Juniper’s body rested there, exhausted and almost lifeless.

“Look at what you did to her,” I said to Sarah with a smirk. Juniper started to fall asleep in my arms almost immediately, so I rested her on the side of the bed, tucking her in with her favorite blanket.

“Professor,” Sarah whispered, “Can I have some more of that tea? It’s magical, isn’t it? What did you put in it? What did it do to me?”

“It makes you relax,” I said to her moments later, naked over a warm stove. “It takes away inhibitions.”

“Does it have chamomile?” she asked.

“A bit,” I said, moments later as I poured her another warm cup and handed it to her. I decided to pour one for myself as well.

“Professor,” she said from behind me, dropping to her knees and spreading my ass cheeks, “It’s your turn.”

Sarah and I made love like two women would. I loved the feeling of a hot cunt pushed up against mine — something I had yet to do with my daughter.

Sarah promised to keep the secret and I promised her an A in my course. She’d come and visit us from time to time, but eventually she became preoccupied with a boyfriend whom she got engaged and married to over the next several years. A few years later I got word that she was expecting a little girl of her own, so I knit her a blanket, sent her a miniature sketch of the painting I found her diddling herself to and told Sarah to enjoy her new baby girl.

The End

By Thom

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2007 }

As for me, I continued to fuck Liz’s mother regularly. In fact, Barbara ended up divorcing her husband, and she and I now live together openly as lovers. It took Mom a few months to get used to me being part of a lesbian couple with a woman old enough to be my mother, but she and Barbara are best friends now.

The End

By Pretty Pink Taco

“Is she home yet?” my husband asked as he made his way through the door with a couple of brown bags of groceries in his arms.

“She’ll be home any minute. Did you get the eggnog?” I responded.

“Yes, the eggnog and the cider,” he said, unloading the items onto the counter.

“Thank you, honey. Dinner will be ready in five minutes.”

“Did you know that the Pruitts are running for city council? Good grief. The wife is pushing this platform of…”

I couldn’t pay attention on him for too long; my beautiful Claire was coming home any minute. She had sent me a text to tell me that she was stopping by the local gas station before heading over.

Our golden retriever, Scamp, suddenly started barking as lights flashed through the dining room windows.

“She’s home!” My husband said excitedly and rushed to the door. I stayed behind for several seconds, my heart beating rapidly.

I watched from the door as she got out of our old 2005 RAV4 and jumped into her father’s arms like she did when she was a little girl.

“Dad!” I saw her smile flash over his shoulder.

There was snow on the ground from earlier in the day, and the weather reports were predicting the worst.

“Oh, my pumpkin! I missed you!” My husband kissed her cheek. She locked eyes with me and I could feel it in my chest.

My memory flashed back to the first time I felt that feeling in my heart when I looked at her.

***

Claire was only eleven years old, and we had just gotten back from a pretty disastrous girls’ soccer game that ended up getting rained out.

“It’s not fair! I was wide open and she never passes me the ball! She thinks she’s so cool because she’s dating Jarod and he’s in the seventh grade,” she vented to me in her bedroom as she took off her wet soccer uniform right in front of me.

Her legs were long and lean, she had an athletic build like her father. For the first time, I had noticed the smallest little buds coming in underneath her wet, white training bra. I realized that I hadn’t seen her naked body in a while and was suddenly curious about all of its changes.

“Mom! Are you listening to me?” She shouted, undoing her ponytail and letting her long, wavy dark blonde hair fall down her back and over her shoulders. She tossed her wet uniform into the hamper and quickly pulled her training bra up over her head, her pudgy nipples bouncing into view.

My pussy got instantly wet and my mouth hung open. I realized that I had to say something, anything at all, to make my gawking less obvious.

“Want me to draw you a bubble bath in my tub? You haven’t had one of those in a while,” I said to her.

“No, it’s okay. I’m just going to shower and finish up some homework,” she said solemnly.

I stood up from the edge of her bed and pulled her into me, her head resting on my chest and her naked upper half pressed against my body. I rubbed my hand up and down her back.

“You did great out there today. Don’t let her get to you too much,” I told her, wishing I could grab her tight ass.

“She knew I liked him!” she cried out.

“I know, sweetie,” I said, rocking her. She leaned her body back dramatically and groaned as if she were dying. As she stretched her back, her prepubescent nipples were only a foot away from my mouth. I licked my lips. Was she leaning back this way on purpose? I doubted it.

“Could you make me a grilled cheese, Mom, pretty please?” she asked, pulling away and grabbing a towel. She wrapped it around her body before going into her bathroom.

“Of course, and make sure you clean up after yourself in the bathroom! If I ask your brothers to do the same, I have to ask you, too!”

“It’s not me, it’s them!” she shouted before closing the door.

***

“Mom!” She opened her arms, a big smile on her face. She was no longer eleven, but twenty-one and home for Christmas break from her senior year of college. I squeezed her so hard we both almost fell over.

“Coming through, ladies,” my husband said carrying a few duffel bags in his arms from her car.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her, taking her hand. Our stares lingered a moment before she finally said, “Yes.”

***

“Wow, a senior now, huh? Are you finding the coursework challenging? How did your finals go?” My husband asked as we wrapped up our dinner about an hour after her arrival. He always focused on the kid’s education more than I did.

“Took my last one this morning – praying for at least a B.”

“May as well pray for an A,” he joked.

“When are Brandon and Trevor coming home?” she asked.

“Brandon’s with his new girlfriend’s family, but he’ll be home for Christmas Eve,” I said.

“Is he going to bring her?” my husband asked.

“I believe so.”

“They look pretty happy in the pictures he posted online,” she mentioned.

“Well, he’s only a freshman, so I told him not to get too serious too quickly,” I said as my husband began clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. “Trevor flies in on Saturday and flies out the day after Christmas. It’s the only time he could take off from work.”

“How’s he dealing with the break-up with Angela?” she asked, looking for juicy gossip.

“He seems fine, but they did date for three years. She was such a sweet girl.”

“Yeah, real sweet,” My daughter licked the spoonful of vanilla ice cream and smiled to herself.

She could turn me on so quickly by doing practically nothing. She looked up at me and I looked at her. My little girl had somehow morphed into a grown woman. But, having her at the kitchen table in her socks and sweats made me want to care for her and rock her to sleep.

She extended her hand over the table, and I reached out and touched it for a moment.

“I forgot the eggs and cinnamon for breakfast,” my husband called out from near the fridge, “I’ll make a quick run to get them, and when I get back you can catch me up on your exams before I hit the hay.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said to him warmly. She was very much a daddy’s girl, and it didn’t bother me because I had her in a way he never could. He came over and kissed her cheek before heading out the garage door.

“Maybe go upstairs and unpack? I’ll clean up down here in the kitchen,” I said a little loudly, making my way toward the sink and running some pans under the water. I heard her climb the stairs and head to her room. I also heard the garage door open and waited to see his car turn out of our long driveway.

I made my way up there maybe two minutes later and she was unloading her duffel bag. Having my daughter back in her own room brought back so many memories…

***

“Mom, is Dad asleep?” she asked me, eleven years old again and in her pretty pink bedroom.

“Yes, you know he goes to bed early. He needs to get up early in the morning for work.”

“Could you lay down with me for a little while?” she asked. The rain that came down during the afternoon soccer game had become even worse, now a full-blown thunderstorm.

I remembered her little budding breasts from earlier in the day, and got very excited with the thought of being near her body again.

“You don’t like the thunder, huh?” I asked. She shook her head. “I’ll check in on your brothers and shut down all of the lights first, okay?”

I had never turned down the house so quickly in my life. After checking on the boys, I rushed to my room and changed into a black silk nightie, then draped a silk robe over it.

I quietly crept back to Claire’s dark room and slipped into bed behind her. Was she already asleep? I wasn’t sure.

“Mom?” I heard her whisper and tried to find my body with hers. She turned toward me and rested her head on my pillow.

“I’ll just stay for a little while,” I told her, pulling her in closer to me.

“It’s just not fair, Mom. He was my boyfriend first.”

“I know, but there are other people in the world, and you’re only eleven,” I said, stroking her hair down her head and past her shoulders.

“Do you always wear that to bed?” she asked me, looking down at my chest.

“Sometimes,” I told her, feeling a little caught. “Do you like it?”

“I dunno,” she said, “I guess if Dad likes it.” She reached over and touched the top of my chest, around the lace of my nightie. “Thanks for staying with me, Mommy,” she said softly and leaned over to kiss my cheek. I leaned in and kissed her cheek, then she giggled and leaned forward to kiss me back.

We were caught up in a kissing frenzy, kissing each other’s cheeks and chins and foreheads and noses, giggling like school girls. Our legs seemed to slowly intertwine. I found myself directly above her and she began to tickle me — my sides, my belly, I felt her small fingers all over. I held her down by the wrists up near her ears and looked down at my beautiful eleven-year-old girl.

“Mom, don’t kiss me!” she shrieked playfully, begging me to.

I grinned as I lowered my face to hers.

“No, please! Please, no!” she laughed.

My left thigh fell between her legs, and she bent her knees up, pressing her crotch against my thigh in her pajamas. Eventually, she grew quieter and our noses slowly touched. I wanted to kiss her full lips and slip my tongue into her mouth.

I watched as she puckered up and I quickly turned away, burying my head in her neck. She giggled and squirmed a bit at first, but my kisses were soft and slow – more intimate. I released her wrists and she turned her head, giving me full access to her neck. My breasts were pressed firmly against her ribs.

She brought her hand to my hair and thumbed my face near my ear while she tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me near.

“Mmm,” I moaned softly against her neck. I couldn’t believe how out of control I felt. I could feel her pressing herself up onto my thigh and I matched the rhythm, pressing myself down onto hers. I didn’t realize at the time that she was turned on. In my head, she’s an innocent little girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

She turned her head back toward mine while I was still kissing her neck and found my face with hers.

She kissed me first, lips closed pressed against my lips. It started with small mini-pecks and soon became longer lip holds. I laid beside her again as we continued to exchange soft, gentle kisses – no tongue, not yet at least. Her lips were soft and breath smelled of candy.

“Mmmm,” she moaned a little, “That’s nice.”

We pulled away from each other and just stared. My pussy was throbbing and moist and I could feel my juices pooling in my panties.

“Do you feel better?” I asked her, stroking her hair again, knowing I had to get out of that situation as soon as possible before it went any further.

“Yeah, I do,” she smiled, a little sadly.

“I’m going to go to bed now, okay?”

“All right, Mom. Goodnight,” she said, turning on her back and letting out a big yawn.

“Goodnight, honey,” I said quickly and left the room. I was so horny, I fucked my husband twice that night.

***

“Just one more semester left and you’re a college graduate!” I told her excitedly, as she closed her dresser drawer upstairs in her room.

“Oh, Mommy!” She rushed over to me and gave me a big hug with her head pressed against the side of my face. She turned her head toward me and pressed her forehead against mine. My lips were trembling, I ached to kiss her. I had missed her so much.

She crushed her lips against mine and our tongues found each other instantly, passionately devouring each other’s mouths like we had thousands of times over the last 10 years.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I huffed between kisses. She kissed down my chin and to my neck and placed her hands over my sweater, squeezing and grabbing at my breasts.

“Oh, Mommy, my mommy,” she repeated seductively, putting her hand up my sweater and running it up against my stomach.

“Your father will be back soon,” I warned her, but still allowing her to continue seducing me.

“Did he go to the supermarket?” She asked, kissing me again.

“No, the gas station,” I said, running my hand over her ass. We heard the garage door open and close again.

“Fuck!” she muttered against my lips. She lifted my sweater above my chest, pulled my left breast from out of my black bra and sucked hungrily on my nipple.

“Oohh,” I moaned.

“Call me your good girl,” she commanded between slobbers.

“My good girl. My good little girl.” I petted her head.

“Honey! Claire!” My husband called out from downstairs. She continued to suck on my breast as I tried to pull her away.

“Claire!” I hissed at her quietly, with a worried look on my face.

“Coming, Daddy!” she shouted innocently toward the hall.

Claire kissed me once more before making her way back downstairs. She left me dumb and aroused – she had a way of doing that. But I didn’t care; my Claire, my daughter, my lover was home.

***

Claire

“It’s great to have you home, sweetie. Have a good night,” my dad said as he kissed my forehead goodnight before heading up to bed.

We had just spent my first night back home from college catching up by the fire drinking eggnog and hot chocolate.

“Goodnight, Daddy,” I said to him.

As soon as he turned away to head upstairs, I looked at my mom. She looked like a model in one of those Pottery Barn ads, curled up on the beige couch in her beige sweater and white pants and long, furry, beige socks. She was propping her head up against the back pillow of the couch, gazing at me. She looked like she was drinking eggnog but it was really Bailey’s with whipped cream and cinnamon on top. I made it especially for her.

I sat on the rug by the fire burning in the big marble fireplace we had refinished a few years back.

We heard the door of my parent’s bedroom close shut. My dad was going to bed.

“What are you drinking?” Mum asked me, sleepily.

“What do you think?” I grinned.

She exhaled deeply and stretched her arms back. In that sweater her boobs looked huge and they had teased me all night.

My mind raced back to the first time I saw them…

***

“I love that one,” I told her, sitting on the edge of her bed and only eleven years old as I watched my mother trying on different dresses in front of me. “I think Daddy will like it, too.”

“Ah, you think so?” She asked, twisting and turning her body in the mirror, trying to get a good view.

“I need to shower before the event tonight. Claire, make sure you let the dog out and feed him,” she reminded me.

“Why don’t you ever ask Brandon to do it?”

“Claire!” she warned me. That was the tone she used when I was testing her limits.

“All right, I will,” I groaned.

“All right, I’m going to get in the shower,” she announced.

She took off the black dress and hung it up carefully on a hook inside the closet door. All of her underwear was black for some reason; at least, I’ve never seen her wear any other color.

“Kayla’s going to Ohio this weekend. Have we ever been to Ohio?” I asked, following her into the bathroom. I was my mother’s shadow, people would say. We were always together and I would tell her absolutely everything.

“I’ve been, you haven’t,” she said, taking off her bra and then quickly rolling down her lacey, black panties. Her breasts were enormous and perfect. They weren’t real, she had gotten her first breast implant surgery a couple of years back. She claimed we destroyed her perfect figure – but I blamed Brandon because he was last.

I had never seen her naked before, at least not since we were very little. She turned on the faucet in the walk-in shower and tested the water a few times before going in and shutting the glass door behind her.

I could see her reflection in the mirror and watched her carefully as she showered. “I’m going to be so bored without her around, and now you’re leaving me.”

“It’s only one night, don’t be so dramatic,” she said loudly from inside the shower. It was probably hard for her to hear over the water.

I saw her bra and panties on the floor and it gave me an idea…

After she got out of the shower and slipped into her white terry-cloth robe she burst into laughter when she saw me. I had put on her bra and panties and they were both very big on me, so I made knots to make them tighter on the sides.

“Hello, I’m Mrs.Schaffer, and you have to listen to me because I have big boobies,” I mocked her, sitting on the bathroom counter. I had put on her burgundy lipstick and pinned my long hair to the side and down one shoulder like she often wore it.

“You’re so silly,” she laughed making her way toward me. I noticed that she kept looking down at the panties.

“Mommy needs a kiss,” I told my mother. She stepped in closer to me and I wrapped my arms around her neck; her hair was still wet and her robe parted open slightly down the middle. She placed her hands at my sides and leaned into my face. I kissed her quickly on her lips like we had the night in my bedroom after the soccer game last week; my eyes were telling her that it was okay.

“Colleen?” It was my dad shouting from the master bedroom, “We’re leaving in 45 minutes. Have you started getting ready?”

My mother quickly pulled away and walked back into her room, closing the door behind her so that my dad wouldn’t see me in her underwear.

“Quit playing around in there, Claire! We need the bathroom!” I heard my mom shout at me.

***

“God, were you terrible,” my mom said to me back in the living room, five days before Christmas.

That snapped me out of my memory. I was sitting next to her now on the other end of the couch with my feet on her lap. “I don’t know what on earth possessed you to put on my underwear.”

“I wanted to be just like you,” I told her, remembering how intensely my feelings grew for her in those days. Almost overnight, I found myself wanting to be more than just her little girl.

She began to lightly massage my toes over my socks with one hand.

“Do you think Brandon or Trevor were ever upset with how much time we spent together?” my mother asked.

“Nah, we were always doing girl stuff anyway. They had Dad, what else did they want? My mother, too? How selfish.” I joked sarcastically.

“So, what happened in Europe this summer? We never had a chance to catch up.”

“Oh, Mom, you would’ve loved it. Such sweet young pussies – almost everywhere I went.”

“Did you take any pictures?”

“Yes, they’re on my camera – I’ll show you some you’ll really like,” I smirked at her. I knew she was getting aroused just sitting there. No one could turn me on as my mother could with her seemingly coy and aloof demeanor.

“Mmm,” she sighed softly in agreement. There was something so sexy and polished about her.

“Let’s play Secrets!” I said excitedly.

“Claire,” she groaned, “Not now.”

“You’re a little drunk. Yes, now!” I moved in closer to her, “Confess your sins to me, my child.”

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she said very seriously and then burst into a fit of laughter.

I laid down with my head on her lap and covered up my body with the blanket. She placed her drink down on the end table beside her and one hand stroked my hair while the other found my chest inside the blanket.

“I’ll start,” I started, “When I was little, after that day with the panties in your bathroom, I took your panties to my room and sniffed them. I started taking your dirty panties and smelling them, sometimes I’d lick them or rub them around my pussy.”

“I know,” my mother said coolly, gently pinching my nipple. “I knew what you were doing with them. Well, not what you were doing – but I knew you were taking them and maybe trying them on, or something. I assumed there was something sexual about it.”

“Really?! You knew that whole time?”

“I’d even try to come in them. Shove the crotch fabric deep inside me and get it wet with my juices for you.”

“Wow, it was like we were already doing it through your panties,” I thought aloud.

“Oh, my sexy girl,” she leaned down and kissed my lips.

“Okay, your turn,” I told her.

“Ah, well, it’s not really a secret but I never got around to telling you about this, you being in Europe and all, in the summer,” she said, a little resentfully, giving my boob a squeeze.

“I was home, cleaning out the fridge and your father was at work – it was a little past 11 a.m. and there’s a knock at the door. It’s Angela, standing there,” she started.

Angela was my brother’s ex-wife. “Angela? Are you serious? Was Trevor with her? What was she doing here?”

“I guess they had just broken up. It was around late June or so I think.”

“What did she want?”

“Well, I knew she and your brother had split, because I had spoken to him on the phone the week prior. She said she was in the area, but for her to come here of all places – from Chicago? I knew something was up,” she told me.

“What did you say?” I asked, curiously.

“Well, what could I do? I invited her in and gave her a big hug, made her some coffee. She started telling me about their relationship and the things that lead up to their break up. She said he was a control freak and had too high expectations of her and she felt that the things she did were never quite good enough for him.”

“He is a control freak, mom. You know that. Everyone knows that,” I interrupted.

“Well, he’s my son and I love him,” she defended him, “But I told her that people grow apart and I knew that they really loved each other and that maybe not everyone is the best fit for one another. She cried a bit on the couch, just unloading on me. I didn’t mind, she’s a sweet girl. I made us some lunch and started prepping for dinner.”

“Then what happened? Did she start freaking out or something?” I was wondering where this story was going.

“She would start crying mid-sentence sometimes, I could tell that the break-up was very hard on her. I hugged her, and she didn’t seem like she wanted to pull away so I kissed her… and we moved to the couch and, well, you know… ” She paused, leaving me to fill in the rest.

“I can’t believe she came all the way over here just to fuck you one last time,” I told her.

“No, I don’t think that’s what she wanted. She was very sad.”

“Yeah, right! She wanted you to open the door, then your legs. Remember how sweet she tasted? Definitely one of the yummiest pussies I’ve ever had. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

I slipped my hand under her sweater, pulled it up over her left breast and released it from her bra. Her nipples were a soft brown. Mom’s complexion was a little more olive than mine and she had very thick and full light brown hair that she wore a bit past her shoulders. I was a little fairer skinned and dirty blonde. My dad used to be super blonde before his hair went salt and pepper, and both of my brothers are in between, like me.

“It was definitely interesting. She always had that nice butt,” my mom said, recollecting.

“I bet,” I said, as I placed a pillow behind my neck and began suckling on my mom’s breast. She reached her hand down inside my sweats and began to rub my clit through my panties. It was very routine and natural for us to be in this position, we’ve been doing it for years.

“Remind me to pick up something for Brandon’s girl before they get here – I keep forgetting her name,” she said casually, “Shoot, I have to stop by the vet, too.”

I sucked harder. Sometimes, if she wasn’t all the way aroused, she’d start to ramble in full “mom-mode”. It was almost as if dirty sex talk with her daughter made her uncomfortable, even now.

“Mommy?” I said to her with her boob in my mouth in a child-like voice. I was wanting her full attention, my pussy moist and ready. “Touch me?” She knew what that meant: Shut up about mom shit and fuck me until I explode.

“Oh, my good girl,” she said, stroking my hair and finding my slit with her other hand. God, I missed her touch. I closed my eyes and let myself be pleasured by the main person in my life, my caregiver, my nurturer. She pressed a finger against my entrance and drove it in slowly, getting it wet with my juices. “You’re so wet, baby,” she whispered as I continued to suck on her hard nipple. “How old are you, baby girl?”

“Mmm, seven,” I moaned, it drove her wild when I’d pretend to be young again. I could feel her thrusting her finger against my warm insides and cupping my clitoris with her palm. She knew exactly how I liked it and I knew she loved little girls.

I lifted my shirt, I had no bra on and full c-cups that sat high on my chest. My nipples were a rosy tan color and very erect. She bent forward and sucked on my left one with hers still in my mouth.

My mind raced back to my childhood…

***

“Stay with me, Mom?” I asked her, eleven years old again sometime around bedtime a couple of days after the bathroom tease in her underwear. She looked at me hesitantly, almost as if she were fighting something within herself.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. You’re going to have to sleep in your own bed by yourself. I don’t want you to make a habit of asking,” she told me, a bit coldly.

“Fine, goodnight,” I told her with an attitude and turned over in bed. She sighed, shut off my light and closed the door.

It wasn’t until I got up to pee several hours later that I realized that the door to my parent’s bedroom was open.

It was my dad dressed to leave the house. He was probably on his way to the hospital to perform an operation. He’d always get up super early for those.

“Just gotta go pee,” I told him sleepily.

He came over to me and kissed the top of my head. “I love you, princess. Have a good day, okay? I’ll be back around noon, then I’ll sleep and take you guys to the movies, how’s that?”

“Yeah, but can I pick? Because last time Trevor picked and then Brandon cried the time before that and I couldn’t… ” I started complaining.

“Yes, of course, you can pick today,” he told me with a big smile.

“I love you too, Daddy. Have a good day at the hospital.”

I watched him walk down the stairs and later listened for the garage door opening and closing again as I peed. When I walked out I noticed that the clock said 3:30 am and the door to my parent’s bedroom was still open.

“Mom?” I whispered at the doorway. I saw her hair laying against the white pillows and peeking out of many layers of white comforters and linens. Their bed was always so big and fluffy to me. I walked in and stood beside her bed.

“Mom?” I called out again, a bit more of a whisper. I shook her bare shoulder a few times, trying to get her to wake – but she just laid there, with her eyes shut facing up to the ceiling. I slowly climbed into the bed and made my way under the covers.

“Mommy? Mom?” I asked again as I did, testing how asleep she was. I reached my hand behind me for her under the covers and suddenly realized I could only feel skin. I looked behind me and noticed that she was completely naked!

My heart raced so fast looking at her naked body. Well, not totally naked — she had on some sort of black panties. I began moving slowly, laying beside her with my butt pushed up against the side of her hip and my head on her shoulder – facing away from her and hoping she’ll cuddle me.

“Mom?” I tried once more and nothing. I turned my head around and looked at her; she was passed out with her mouth hanging open slightly. Her breathing was slow and heavy. I turned my whole body toward her and wrapped my arm around her slowly, just under her breasts. I could feel myself becoming excited and a little wet between my legs, being so close to her naked body.

I began pressing my face closer to the side of her breast, drinking in her soft, familiar scent. I turned my head a little, rubbing my face against it and puckering my lips. I looked up at her every so often to see if she was awake as I inched closer and closer to her nipple. I brought my hand that was around her up to her breasts and placed it on the left one.

I guess it would have been gross to some people, but it turned me on that I was feeling up my mom.

My nose was now near her soft nipple, almost touching it. My eyes were wide and nervous as I kissed her skin more firmly. I wanted to just go for it, and I did. I stuck my tongue out and flicked her nipple slowly over and over again up and down and in circles. I looked up at her while I did it. She didn’t budge.

Part of me wanted to get caught. I wanted her to know how much I loved her. I felt like I couldn’t get in trouble – not any real trouble. I put her entire nipple in my mouth and sucked on it neatly, rubbing her other nipple with my right hand.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing to my own mother, I had wanted to do this to other girls on TV or YouTube or even Trevor’s girlfriends, the ones with nice boobies. I got completely on top of her, hovering my face over her chest, my legs were spread out over the sides of her hips. I took her two huge boobs in my hands and pushed them in together.

“Mmmm,” my mom groaned sleepily, startling me. I stopped a moment and then pressed my face between them. I licked and sucked on each fat nipple, feeling them get harder and harder in my mouth. My long T-shirt was riding up my thighs and my panties were so wet I think I got her belly wet a bit.

“Oh, honey, that feels so good,” she said quietly, slowly moving her body and stretching her arms up, her eyes still closed. I sucked and squeezed them some more, eager to make her feel good. “Aren’t you going to be late for surgery, though?”

I looked up and watched as her eyes fluttered open and then widened, my mouth full of her warm flesh.

“Claire!” she yelled and quickly yanked herself away from me, covering her body with the white comforter.

“Mommy… ” I started.

“What are you doing?! Are you insane?! Go to your room!” She screamed angrily. She looked just as terrified as I did. I felt my eyes fill up with tears and quickly jumped out of her big bed and ran out of her room, slamming the door behind me.

***

“Oh, I’m coming!” I squealed on the couch, ten years later. My mother’s fingers were rubbing my clit and my mouth hung open with her nipple in it. I tensed, feeling my mind and body explode.

“My good girl,” my mother bent down and kissed my head. She then brought her sticky fingers to her lips and sucked them dry. “So yummy.”

“Mmmm, thanks. I really needed that,” I told her.

“It’s good to have you home.”

“Want me to do you now?” I asked her, reaching for her pants.

“It’s all right,” she pulled my hand away and pulled me in for a kiss. “We have plenty of time to spend together.”

Sitting up, I stretched and yawned. “I’m going to get to bed then. Are you staying down here?”

“Yeah, I’ll stay up for a little while. Goodnight, darling, I’ll see you in the morning.”

I knew ever since I was a little girl that my mother loved delaying pleasure for some reason. I never quite understood it then and I don’t quite get it now, to be honest. But I was glad to be home.

On to Part Two!