Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Tater Tot

I knocked on the door and waited until Mrs. C answered it with a smile.

“Come in, Amber, I was just going out to lay by the pool.”

I’d called that morning, and Mrs. C had told me Deanna was at her grandmother’s, but I was welcome to come hang out with her by the pool. She didn’t know that Deanna had already told me at school she was going to be away.

I followed Mrs. C out to the poolside and watched as she dropped the robe to reveal the tiny two-piece bathing suit she was wearing. She wasn’t built like Mom, but her breasts were awesome, and had a great body that was ample without being fat. She caught me watching, but I just gave her a smile and said, “Nice suit.”

She blushed a little, then grinned and said, “Well, let’s see yours.”

I flipped off my t-shirt and shimmied out of my sweatpants to reveal the bikini Mom and I had bought. Since I was cursed with no breasts, the top wasn’t large, but it was small enough to make what I had look okay. The bottom really looked good on my ass. Mom loved it and just had to fondle me a little in the dressing room. We bought the suit, since I got wet enough to make it impossible to sell to anyone else.

Mrs. C was watching me out of the corner of her eye as I laid on the lounge chair next to hers.

“Can you put some lotion on me, Mrs. C?” I asked drowsily.

“Of course,” she said as she came over, taking a seat on my chair beside me.

She put lotion on her hands, then started rubbing it into my shoulders and neck. She took her time, not rushing, almost giving me a massage.

I moaned a little and said, “That feels good.”

When she started down my back I said, “Can you undo the top? I don’t want a tan line.”

She hesitated, then pulled the string and laid my top out of the way. She took even longer there, her fingers sliding down and brushing along the side on my mostly non-existent breasts. I sighed softly when she did that, but didn’t say anything. She did my arms next, then slid down and did my lower back.

When she got to my ass, she massaged above it for a moment, then said, “Do you want to leave the bottoms on?”

“I’d love you to take them off, if you don’t mind,” I said. “I never wear them at home, but I didn’t know if you minded me going without.”

Mrs. C undid the ties on my bottoms, then slid them off me. I wondered if she’d noted the damp spot on the crotch.

When her hands started massaging my ass cheeks I gave another soft moan. Her fingers slid down my ass crack — not lingering like she wanted me to notice, but she did do it a couple of times.

I was breathing pretty heavily by the time she decided my ass was protected enough. She moved down to my feet next, making me giggle a couple of times, then began to coat my legs. She did both of them up to the knee before going higher.

Shifting to my left thigh, she began wrapping her hands around it and sliding her hands up my leg. She moved them up and down, getting closer to my pussy each time. I slid my legs further apart to give her room.

When her hand bumped my pussy I gave a somewhat louder moan, but didn’t move. She did that a couple of times, then moved to my other leg.

She was less restrained this time, letting her hand sort of rotate around my thigh and rub against my pussy when she reached the top, lingering longer this time. I was wet and probably dripping by the time she was done, and Mrs. C had to have felt it, if not smelled it.

She was a little breathless when she finally said, “Okay… how was th-that, Amber?”

“Really nice,” I said in a contented voice. “I liked it.”

She sat there another moment, probably trying to decide what to do next, but finally got up, moved back to her chair and laid down.

I raised my head. “Do you want me to put some on you?”

She didn’t say anything for a second, then said, “Please.”

I got up, still completely naked, walked over and sat down next to her. Mrs. C’s face was red as she watched me walk over, my pussy fully exposed for her to see. She didn’t say anything.

I did what she’d done and started at her neck and shoulders. I took my time, enjoying the softness of her skin and how sexy she looked in that skimpy two-piece. When I reached her back, I untied her top and flipped it out of the way. She has much larger breasts than mine, so I got to feel her up really well as I massaged the lotion into her. She was breathing heavily, and I could see her hips moving as I worked.

When I got to her ass I did the same thing, just untying her suit and pulling it down and off. When my hands squeezed her cheeks, she made a loud sigh, then clenched up a little. I could see her pussy lips protruding in her excitement. Mom’s ass was better, but Mrs. C’s looked really good. Anyhow, it was a woman’s bare bottom and I was fondling it, so no complaints.

When my fingers stroked up and down her crack a couple of times, she whimpered, grinding her hips down into the lounge chair. I spent quite a while working on Mrs. C’s before moving down to her feet.

I had a clear view of her pussy and asshole, and stared at them as I worked. She was dripping wet, her pussy swollen and the lips glistening in the sun. I could smell her arousal. I licked my lips at the thought.

When I started on her inner thighs, my fingers brushed her pussy — and she came. She tried to not make it obvious, but her whole body tensed, and she made an odd sobbing noise as her hands clenched the arms of the deck chair.

I just kept rubbing her thigh, my hand stroking her pussy the whole time she was spasming. When she relaxed and lay there panting, I moved to the other leg. I did the same thing, masturbated her with the tips of my fingers — but she didn’t come, just got more excited.

I licked the juice off a finger, and thought, Not bad, before saying, “There you go.”

I padded back to my lounge chair and stretched out, enjoying the looks she was giving me.

About twenty minutes later I turned over and said, “Can you do my front?”

She made some kind of nervous sound, then said, “Of… of course.”

Her hands were shaking a little when she put lotion on them. Mrs. C started with my face, so I closed my eyes and just drifted for a while. When she was done, I opened them and watched her breasts as she worked on my shoulders. She caught me looking, but I didn’t act guilty, just closed my eyes and let her work undisturbed.

Mrs. C really, I mean really liked my breasts. How weird is that? I don’t even have any! She was trembling and making little noises when her hands moved over them. She was very obvious about stroking and squeezing my nipples. I didn’t say anything, just gave a happy sigh every now and then.

She was still hesitant, but let her fingers stroke my pussy as she worked, then really rubbed it when she did my thighs. I gave out a couple of good gasps before she was finished.

When she got up, I followed Mrs. C back to her chair, picking up the bottle of lotion without a word.

She was staring at my face as I started, but she eventually closed her eyes and kept them closed as I worked. Her breasts were great. I stroked, cupped, squeezed and fondled them as I coated them with lotion, not even bothering to pretend that I wasn’t molesting her.

Mrs. C was whimpering again, and her pussy was dripping by the time I worked my way between her legs. I kind of kept it gentle this time, not really petting her as I worked. She started thrusting her hips toward my hands as I stroked upwards, but I still didn’t touch her the way she wanted. When I was close to finishing she was all but chasing my hand with her pussy.

On the last stroke I moved between her legs and laid down, my face just inches from her cunt. My breath was caressing her lips as I said, “Do you want me to finish you off, Mrs. C?”

She let out a loud sob and didn’t say anything for a moment, then whispered, “Yes.”

I let my hands wrap around her thighs and put my lips just above her labia, breathing on her, watching the light hair move a little. She groaned and tried to move toward me, but I moved with her and said, “What do you want me to do?”

I blew gently across her lips and she gave a soft cry, “Oh, God, oh, God… Amber, eat me!”

My lips just barely touched her before moving away, getting another sob from Mrs. C as her body jerked in frustrated need.

“Beg me and I’ll make you come,” I said. “Beg me, and I’ll stick my tongue deep into your pussy.”

She began sobbing as she said, “Please… oh, God, Amber… please eat me!”

I pushed my face against her and shoved my tongue deep, then held tight as she came with a sharp scream, then loud sobs of “Oh, God… oh, yes. oh, God!”

Mrs. C was a messy one. She didn’t squirt, but she came a lot. As she slowed down I began to lick, tasting her and cleaning her up a little. After a moment I started sucking on her pussy lips, drawing them up some and working around her pussy. I went back to pushing my tongue inside, then trailed it upward until I found her clit. It didn’t protrude much, but I could tell that she wasn’t as sensitive as Mom, so I drew my tongue across it as she moaned and wailed.

She was a real talker, mumbling and yelling the whole time. When I brought up my right index finger and pushed it into her as I sucked on her clit, she came with a piercing scream. I hoped no one heard it.

I held her down as her hips thrashed around, using my finger to thrust into her a couple of times. This was a seriously strong orgasm, her body undulating enough to make me worry that she might throw us both off the chair.

When she was done, Mrs. C zonked out. I licked her a few times, then sat up and looked down at her. She had a very satisfied look on her face, and the way she was sprawled out made her seem like some kind of porn star.

I got up and gave her a soft kiss before putting my sweats and t-shirt back on, quietly letting myself out.

Mom always told me that anticipation made things better, so I figured I’d let Mrs. C think about things for a day or two. In the meantime, I was hoping that I could tell Mom what happened and get her hot enough to let me molest her some.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Samantha Luvsya

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in April 2011 }

Samantha was not having a good week. On Monday, her girlfriend Cathy had moved with her family to another city far away. On Wednesday, she was among a dozen other workers laid off from her job as the company ‘tightened its belt’. She had already moved back into her mom’s house because the apartment she’d lived in for the past couple years had the rent raised beyond her ability to pay – good thing now with the delay in getting unemployment checks.

By Friday afternoon, the depressed young woman decided to ease her sad feelings with a nice long swim in the backyard pool. A couple of ice cold screwdrivers and the relaxing buzz of a blunt had put her in a very mellow mood.

Her cell phone brought her out of a wonderful daydream of making love with her (now ex) girlfriend. She pictured them in a long and tender 69 at the nude beach, loving the looks they got from people passing by.

It took a few rings to bring her back to reality. When she was able to make sense of things, she found it was her mother, calling to ask a big favor. Her mom’s best friend had invited her at the last minute to go to Las Vegas with her for a three day weekend. Her friend had already paid for the room and was planning to surprise her boyfriend, but at the last minute, his boss needed him in Texas to get ready for a big sales meeting to start on Tuesday. Further complicating the plan was the fact that her friend’s ex-husband had called earlier in the day to say he could not take their 12-year-old daughter for his regular weekend turn ‘because other things have come up’.

“So here’s the deal, Sam,” her mother said, speaking in an excited rush, “I really, really want to go, but with Kelly’s ex being an asshole, she has no one to take care of Lisa. She’s paid a ton of money for the room and it’s too late for a refund, so I’m begging you to do me a huge favor and let Lisa come over and stay at our house until Tuesday. I swear I’ll make it up to you, sweetie, I promise!”

While Samantha would have liked to say no, she heard the pleading tone of her mom’s voice – and with the floating buzz she was enjoying, she quietly said, “Sure, no problem, I guess. I’m not doing anything anyway.”

“Oh my god, thank you a million times, from both of us, honey! Kelly will call Lisa and tell her to head over to see you once she gets home from school. Yippee! Wish me luck!”

A sudden silence told Samantha her mom had ended the call. She drew a deep breath and wondered what she should do to get ready for Lisa.

First checking the fridge and finding it well stocked, Samantha checked the downstairs guest bedroom. She opened the windows for some fresh air but otherwise all was in fairly decent order. She began to wonder how this weekend would turn out; how she could entertain Lisa so that neither was bored; wondered if they would get along or have drama and fights.

A few minutes after 4:00, Samantha started to get a clue to the answers. The phone rang. It was Lisa making sure it was okay to come over now.

“Sure, it’s fine. But, hey, you need a hand carrying anything?” Sam asked.

“Nah, thanks anyway. I have all I need, I think, stuffed into my backpack and it’s only a couple blocks, so I’ll see you in a few, okay?”

It seemed only moments later when the doorbell rang. Sam opened the front door and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. There on the doorstep stood Lisa, backlit by the setting sun, her blond hair seemingly aglow.

Dressed in a simple white t-shirt and Levis, Lisa was the very picture of a beautiful young girl blossoming into womanhood. She wore no training bra, her puffy nipples made that clear. Her shirt was also tapered so her thin waist was shown off, but not on total display. For 12 years old, Lisa was simply stunning.

Samantha drank in this vision of sweet beauty as the girls stood there, checking each other out.

“Um, can I come in?” Lisa asked with a smile.

“Oh, yes, sure, I’m sorry… I’m a little dizzy, I’ve been outside in the sun by the pool a bit too long, I guess. Sorry.”

Lisa just smiled and nodded. Samantha realized Lisa must have been checking her out too, as she stood there in her sheer white bikini. She was almost 21 now, but retained the hard body of a 15-year-old.

“Here, let me help a little,” Samantha said as she reached over for the backpack Lisa now carried in front of her. “Down here is the guest bedroom, I think you’ll be comfy there,” she said while stepped in front of Lisa to lead the way, though Samantha also knew it was a good opportunity to let Lisa check out her thong- clad bottom. An exhibitionist at heart, she couldn’t resist the urge to tease a little. Her tingly buzz also gave her a little more encouragement to flirt.

“Awesome,” was the only thing Lisa said when plopping down on the bed. She was all smiles.

“Okay,” Samantha smiled, “now that both of us have sort of been dumped for the weekend, whaddya say we make the best of it? We can watch movies all you want, order out for pizza, go to the mall, maybe even the water park, or just sit here and tell funny stories. Sound okay to you?”

Lisa was nodding excitedly. “That sounds great!”

Samantha caught herself staring at the puffy little treasures Lisa’s shirt concealed. She was wondering how much they would rise under her tender caresses and loving licks. But wait, she’s only 12 — how can I be thinking like this?

The longer she simply looked at Lisa, however, the more her lustful urges grew, and that question seemed to melt away. She also noticed how Lisa didn’t even try to hide her staring at Samantha’s boobs, swaying gently under the thin bikini top.

“Well, I’ll leave you to get settled. Put your things anywhere, this is your room to do with however you want, okay? I’m going to head out to the pool for a little longer, and then we’ll figure out what we’re gonna do for dinner.”

Samantha’s head was dizzy with naughty visions – a mixture of memories of her girlfriend and dreams of love with Lisa. The cool water refreshed her as she dove in and swam underwater to the far end. She came up, clung to the edge and took in a deep breath.

It was a decision that took only a moment – Samantha figured that she would lead and tease and lure and seduce Lisa as best she could, and then take things as far as the girl was comfortable with. If she seemed to be freaking out or was otherwise uncomfortable with things, Samantha would back off. After all, she only wanted to enjoy the treasures of this alluring young girl, while introducing her to the many joys of lesbian love, all done with sweet, loving tender care.

As Samantha came to grips with this plan, she heard the soft patter of bare feet on the concrete as Lisa approached. Sam opened her eyes to notice Lisa had on a generic one-piece swimsuit, a kind that was more than a couple of years outdated.

“Whatcha think?” asked Lisa. “Kinda dorky, huh?”

“Oh, no, I mean, not at all… well… uh, sorta … okay, yes. But I bet it’s not your fault. I bet your mom keeps saying no when you ask for a new suit, huh?”

Again the happy nod and smile.

“Maybe we will go to the mall, at least for that. I know the feeling, so I’ll rescue you a little. As long as it doesn’t cost a zillion bucks, you pick out whatever new one you want, and I’ll buy it for you, okay? And you can keep it here if you think you mom will get mad about you having it.”

“Really? Oh, yes, please, that would be so perfect!” Lisa said with a slight giggle behind her words.

“Like I said, I’ve been there, felt that, so no big deal. Now come on, get in the water!”

Samantha watched her walk toward the shallow end. Even with the fairly frumpy suit, Lisa just radiated sex. Those long, long legs reminded her why some people called girls Lisa’s age ‘coltish’.

Lisa waded in, gasping at the coolness of the water.

“Dive underwater, silly, doing it that way takes forever to get used to it,” called out Samantha.

Nodding, Lisa plunged in and swam over to Samantha. She grasped the edge next to her and let out a long breath. “Oh, this is wonderful! Wish we had a pool like this!”

“No problem. Anytime you want to come over, just call to be sure I’m here and jump on in!”

“Really? Oh thanks!” Lisa let go of the edge and hugged Samantha before dropping down into the water for more underwater twists, turns, and flips. She was like a dolphin, dancing in her element.

Samantha drank all this in and thought of suggesting to Lisa that they try skinny-dipping, but then she thought that might be rushing things a little. There was always tomorrow, right?

For the next half hour, Samantha watched Lisa swim and float and bounce all around the pool, at times asking quick questions and then diving back underwater, at other times coming up just long enough to gasp for air and give a giggle, then start another lap or two.

As Samantha was sitting on the side of the pool watching, with her legs in the water, Lisa popped up right in front of her, yelling, “Boo!” Once again the girl stared openly at Samantha’s boobs, in her now fully transparent bikini.

“Eeeek!” Samantha cried in false surprise. They both giggled.

“I’ll bet you get all the guys drooling when you go swimming in that bikini,” Lisa said.

Samantha was impressed with Lisa’s bold words and did not want to miss an opportunity to push things a little further. “That’s true, I guess, but I really wear this to see how the girls will react. That’s how I started out with my last girlfriend. I’m very bi. I hope that doesn’t gross you out, but I won’t lie to you either.”

Lisa’s eyes opened wide as she smiled and said, “Oh my god, no, that’s so cool, really!”

“Honest? You’re not just saying that to make me feel good, are you?”

“Uh-uh. A couple girls in my class are bi, one is a complete les, and anyway, I wouldn’t lie to you either, okay?”

Samantha felt a weight lifted from her. “Whew, thanks, sweetie. I was worried you’d freak out and call your mom or something. Thanks for being cool with it.”

“Gotcha, no problem.”

“All righty now, what say we get out and start thinking about what to eat? I’m gonna take a long warm shower and then wait for you in the kitchen while you do the same. Then we’ll figger out if we want to cook or do pizza or whatever.”

“Perfect, perfect, perfect,” said Lisa as she climbed out of the pool, wrapped a big towel around herself, and trotted to her room.

Samantha actually rushed her shower, dried off quickly, and did not blow dry her hair. It hung down, glistening when the light hit it just right. She chose not to put a bra on and picked out a cropped t-shirt that exposed the bottom half of her breasts. She loved this little shirt for teasing. If she reached high for anything, the top would ride up, totally exposing her boobs to anyone wanting to look. And she knew a certain someone already had proven she liked to look, so why not take it to the next step?

While puttering around in the kitchen, Samantha heard the water shut off in Lisa’s shower. Her heart was pounding as she anticipated the delicious moment when she would expose herself to Lisa, and wondering what the sweet little one’s reaction would be.

A few minutes later, Lisa came to the kitchen, dressed in a large Mickey Mouse t-shirt and soft cotton running shorts.

Samantha sucked in her breath but quickly recovered. “You like Mickey too? I have a bunch of stuffed Mickey Mouse dolls and things like that in my room – I’ll show you later!”

Lisa stood like a statue, her mouth open, staring at Samantha’s chest. The tiny top had already ridden up to expose both very stiff nipples.

“Oh, oops, sorry,” Samantha said as she tugged the shirt down a little. “It’s still pretty warm, and it’s just us here, so I hope you don’t mind.”

The girl’s smile returned. “Oh heck no, I’ve been wanting to do that with a couple of my t-shirts, but I’m afraid what my mom might say. She’s kinda strict, you know.”

“Well, what can ya say? You didn’t pick what family you were born into, right? Just gotta make the best of things.”

Lisa smiled and nodded, but kept her eyes locked on Samantha’s boobs.

Having this sweet 12-year-old look at her like this was definitely having an effect. Samantha wanted to just scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom, then bury her face in the girl’s pussy, licking her to trembling, shaking orgasms, one after another. She had to warn herself to slow down.

“If you want a soda or whatever, help yourself, the fridge is full,” Samantha said as she took a seat on a stool at the breakfast counter. “Do me a favor and bring me a Coke, will ya?”

Lisa broke her stare and removed two cans of Coca-Cola from the refrigerator.

“Oh, wait, let me get some glasses for us.” Samantha got up and went to the cupboard. Opening it, she reached high for a couple of tall plastic tumblers — resulting in full exposure of her breasts.

This time, she didn’t bother to tug the shirt back down. She stepped to the ice dispenser, filled the tumblers, and returned to sit on a stool next to Lisa, who once again was transfixed by the swaying of Samantha’s boobs, now with a thin strip of white cotton material resting above them.

Samantha decided to act like she didn’t know, or didn’t care. “So, kiddo, whatcha want to eat? I could grill up a couple steaks, or I think we have some leftover spaghetti, or do we order Chinese or pizza?”

Lisa, for her part, was trying to act just as casual, all grown up, and not say a thing about Samantha being virtually topless. “Um, well, cooking might be fun, but it’s a lot of work, right? So I guess pizza would be good, or Chinese. I do like fortune cookies.”

“Okay then, lemme find their number, and Chinese it is,” Samantha said.

She was feeling a rush, exposing herself this way to her new little friend. It was like last summer at the nude beach, when she had so much fun letting everyone see her naked and taking in the beauty of the many naked families there, some with girls around Lisa’s age, just slightly budding out, but still with a totally hairless mound.

After calling and placing their order, Samantha turned toward Lisa and pretended to – at last – notice that she was totally exposed. “Yikes! This top has shrunk even more lately. Sorry, but this is silly, don’t you think?”

She whipped the little shirt off and tossed it across the room. “It’s just us here, and you don’t mind, right?”

Lisa just nodded with her golden smile.

“So,” Samantha grinned, “you said you wanted to do this with one of your shirts but you were afraid your mom might get mad?”

“Yeah. She wants to keep me like her little baby girl, but I’m not a baby anymore. That’s so lame!”

“You won’t hear me arguing with that, hon, you sure are growing up, and beautifully. Just look at your gorgeous long legs. You have such a sweet body, it’s only natural to want to show it off a little. So tell ya what. I have a ton of old t-shirts upstairs. Whatcha say we go up, you pick out a couple you like, and we can crop them to show off your awesome tummy?”

“Can we?” asked Lisa in an excited voice.

“Heck ya, just we won’t be quite as drastic when we crop ‘em as I was with that one, okay?”

Both girls glanced at the tiny shirt now crumpled on the floor – and burst out laughing.

“Okay, I think we have enough time to do that before the food gets here, if we hurry!” Samantha scampered upstairs with Lisa quickly at her heels. “Forgive my sloppy room, I was planning to clean it tomorrow.”

Lisa looked around at how Samantha had things set up, from celebrity posters on the walls to the canopy bed to the computer desk with a pretty screen-saver going… and then back to the older girl’s boobs.

“This is nice,” Lisa cooed. “Really!”

Samantha was feeling more and more horny as enjoyed Lisa’s loving stares. Her nipples remained almost painfully stiff. “Okay, um, over in my dresser, bottom drawer, is a bunch of shirts you can have. Pick out a couple and I’ll find the scissors.”

Lisa giggled as she went through the T-shirts. Some plain, some with bold lettering, others with printed photos of Johnny Depp, Britney Spears, and Christina. She brought two back to Samantha, one a purple print and the other a red one with an abstract design.

“Oh, good choice! Now these will hang a bit baggy on you, but hey, all the more comfy. So, for us to get this right, you gotta try each one on, then we see where you want it cropped.”

Lisa looked a bit confused.

“The shirt you have on now, silly, it’s gotta come off, so we know how these are gonna look on you.”

Lisa hesitated for a moment.

“Okay, if you don’t want to, it’s cool with me. But don’t worry about being embarrassed or anything, heck, you’ve seen mine for a long time now, right? And it’s okay with me.”

“But… it’s just that… yours are so nice and big and pretty, and I have… nothing, really.” The girl was almost on the verge of tears as she looked down at her chest.

“Hey you. Listen to me now. I’m gonna tell you something, but it’s just between us, okay? And remember, I will never, ever lie to you.”

Lisa looked up and nodded.

“Lots of people, people like me, think a young girl’s body is a very special, very wonderful, very beautiful thing, even way before they start sprouting boobies or growing any hair down there.”

The 12-year-old gave her a quizzical look.

“I’m totally serious. And besides, you’ve already got at least a pretty pair of puffy little nipples. Either that or you’ve been teasing me with cotton balls all afternoon!”

Lisa broke out in giggles. “No, I mean, that’s me, for real. Like you said, kinda puffy nipples, but that’s all.”

“Oh my god, that’s enough, sweetie! Really, you are perfect at every stage as you grow. You just gotta have more self confidence about your body – and that’s what we’re gonna work on, starting with these shirts. So come on now, off with the old, on with the new!”

Samantha’s heart leaped as Lisa suddenly lifted off her shirt and tossed it on the bed, exposing two amazingly beautiful pink nipples which seemed to stiffen a little as Samantha stared at them.

“Ohhhh, those are just perfect, sooo pretty! You’re really lucky, and so is anyone who gets to play with them someday!”

Lisa giggled again.

Samantha didn’t know how she managed to restrain herself from clamping her mouth over those sweet buds – but somehow she did. “Okay, so, try one of these on and I’ll mark where we want to cut it off…”

Lisa slipped on the first t-shirt, the red one. It was indeed large across her shoulders and so long she could easily use it as a sleeping shirt. Samantha went quickly to work. Marking the shirt with a sharpie, she had Lisa take it off again so she could cut it with the scissors Samantha had a hard time concentrating what she was doing, because now Lisa was just sitting there, not trying to cover up – looking all ‘matter of fact’ as Samantha stared at her sweet little boobies.

The first crop was a bit uneven, so they trimmed off a little more to straighten it. The final result was a good one. It showed off the girl’s flat tummy while keeping her nips covered.

It went the same for the next shirt, with Samantha not even trying to disguise her stares at Lisa’s chest. She was wondering how smooth Lisa’s pussy was, but caught herself racing ahead in her desires.

Lisa stayed in the purple shirt, looking in the mirror with a new pride in her body.

“If you want,” said Samantha, “take a few of the rest of these home for sleeping shirts. I don’t wear them anymore.”

“Really? Thanks!” Lisa bubbled as she rushed over to give Samantha a hug.

Samantha squeezed the girl tightly, pulling her body close against her. She was sure Lisa could feel her hard nipples poking out as they hugged.

Their embrace was broken by the doorbell. Dinner had arrived. Samantha reached over to grab a t-shirt for modesty and then ran downstairs with Lisa to get the Chinese food.

Continue on to Part Two

By Vickylez

Little Jessica was cuddled with her mom on the couch in front of the TV. It was almost sunset, and the light from the ample window put a golden glow on everything in the cozy sitting room. The TV was muted and silly advertisements silently marched across the screen.

“Then you aren’t mad at me, Mom,” bashfully asked the 10-year-old, “or with Auntie?”

“Of course not, love! I am happy at seeing how happy you are!”

“Why did you cry, then?” She pointed to her mother’s red eyes.

The woman sniffled and lovingly hugged her daughter.

“Darling, sometimes when you are very happy you cry, too. And besides… you are my daughter and this is such a special day for you. My tiny little girl, today stepping onto a new stage. I can’t help weeping a bit, because I love you so much. Now go on, dear, what else.”

The pretty child smiled. She was used to talking openly with her mother. All her life they had chatted just about anything, few things barred. But she blushed now, before resuming her recount of what had happened that day at her grandma’s house. She had found there not her grandmother, but her ravishing Aunt Doris. Just when she so wanted to see Auntie, there she had been for her! With a sweet tiny voice, half-hiding her face against her mother’s shoulder, she went on.

“So Auntie kissed me again, and taught me all about it. I mean…” She stopped.

“Yes, with your tongues. She kisses so well, doesn’t she?”

“Does she! I almost, almost fainted, it was so…”

“Delicious?”

“Delicious — yeah! — when she kissed me like that. It was a very long kiss, Mommy, and I didn’t want it to ever end.”

Her mother laughed softly. “I can understand that,” she sighed, “and she was touching you while you kissed, you said?”

“Yes, Mommy, she was caressing me here…” The child pointed to her uncovered thighs. Her short skirt rode very high, and her mother gazed fondly at the delectable sight.

“Mmm, yes,” she whispered, “of course she did. And then?”

“Then she touched my body all over, it was so neat.”

“And she had you put your hands on her breasts…? What did you do then?”

“I held them and played with them too, ‘course, like you told me to do! She was so happy, Mom, she kept doing those funny noises…”

“Moaning… yes, Doris adores having her breasts caressed like that. She used to say she was very careful whom she allowed to touch her tits, you know, because after that they can do anything to her! Her breasts are pretty, don’t you think? Did you like them?”

“Oh, Mom! Did I ever! Her… breasts, tits…?”

“Yes.”

“Her tits are so big and soooo pretty, I love them, Mom!! They are hard but soft, you know? And so hot when you touch them, and their points…”

“Nipples.”

“Nipples!” giggled the little girl. “Her nipples are the most pretty thing ever, so long and hard too.”

“Did you kiss them?”

“‘Course I did, I didn’t want to let them go! But hey, Mom, if you keep asking me things every little moment, I can’t tell it right!”

“Okay, baby! Tell it your own way. Just tell me everything as it happened, so I don’t have to use a corkscrew on you!” They laughed at that.

Jessica’s mother was a beautiful 28-year-old woman, a clear-skinned and long-haired brunette with a most lovely face. Susan had a very nice, curvy body, well-toned by exercise and jazz dance, and her long legs were something you would love to see. While her older sister Doris was a stunning, statuesque woman who cricked necks everywhere she went, Sussy was the dishy young mom next door. But it would be difficult to say who was prettier, just a matter of tastes.

“Well… we was kissing and touching no end, and Auntie kind of put her palms over my chest, rubbing nice and soft my… nipples through my dress. Mommy, I felt them get so hard and big too! They had never been like that! Aunt told me it was because I was aroused, an‘ that this happens to her all the time. I know it does,” she giggled, “I’ve noticed them growing big many times before. I used to wonder at that, now I know it was because Auntie always got aroused with me! Can you imagine that?”

“Yes, I can, baby,” sighed the mother, looking at the tiny points quite noticeable under the light dress of her daughter.

“Your nipples are hard too, Mommy! Will you… will you touch yourself now, the way you do when they get like this?”

“Would you mind if I do, baby?”

“No, I want you to! You know I like to see you getting happy, Mom.”

The girl had seen her mother doing that many times, even touching herself under her skirt. It was no big deal, they had always had a very open relationship at home, with few things hidden from each other. Nudity was also common. She was used to often seeing her pretty mom naked. But Susan had never actually showed her pussy to her daughter as she caressed herself, doing it always under her skirt. Keeping discretion and taste in it, as she ironically told herself.

“Okay, okay, don’t tickle me!” Jessica screeched, “I’ll go on! Well, with all the kissing and touching I was feeling so weird, delicious weird, and Auntie was kissing me on my neck, too… then she got down and began to kiss and rub all over my legs, Mommy, and her kissing kept going up and up, right on my thighs, an’ then… inside them! I was, I don’t know, wild, I could hardly breath when her mouth was going up higher. I opened my legs all I could, to give her room, I soooo wanted her to get to… you know.”

“To your little cunnie, to your pussy…” her mother softly moaned, one hand over her own damp, hot panties.

“To my pussy. I wanted that more than anything, Mom! When she stood up I almost screamed, thinking maybe that was all. But she just took me in her arms, as if I was a little baby, and carried me to Grandma’s bedroom! She put me on the bed. I felt kinda funny, being on Grandma’s bed, you know, but I forgot all about it when she began to kiss me again.”

“Ooh, yes…” hissed Susan, closing her eyes as her fingers, unseen by her daughter, moved aside her panties’ gusset and deeply entered her gushing cunt.

“Then, Mommy, Auntie took down my panties, slow like… she seemed sooo happy to look at me there, she looked at me the longest time. And she told me… should I tell you? She told me it was the most beautiful cunnie she’d ever seen! And that the only other pussy she knew as pretty as mine was…” she giggled and looked at her mother. “She said my cunnie was just like yours!”

She hugged her mom, wriggling her tender body against her mother’s taut breasts, just to feel them and caress them with her own chest. Susan’s hands held her darling firmly by the hips, her fingers brushing in circles the child’s lovely little buttocks. No big deal, either, they were very intimate with their bodies and often caressed each other like that, even naked.

But one peculiar thing: there was always an implicit limit to these caresses. Somewhere there was a line, never crossed, that they both understood and respected. For, even at her most lewd moments, and even if she absolutely delighted in touching her lovely daughter’s sweet young body, the mother had never considered making a lover of the girl, of Jessica. To date, she had never had much of a struggle with it: it was just as natural for her to caress her daughter as knowing where to stop.

“An’ then Mommy… then she kissed me there, there, she kissed my cunnie!! I almost died when she did that! Oh, Mom, it was the most… I had never imagined that! She did so many things on my pussy with her mouth and tongue, I… I can’t right remember what she did, only that it was the wonderfullest, loveliest, deliciousest thing I’ve ever ever felt! Oh, Mom, just thinking about it now…”

The little girl slid her hand between her enticing thighs, cupping her crotch. Susan kissed the top of her head and put her own hand (damp with her juices) over her daughter’s, softly pressing it against her tender pussy.

“Yes, love, I know, I understand,” she sighed hotly. “Touch yourself all you want. But tell me… what next!”

“Next I was feeling so incredibly good, Mommy, more and more good, it seemed I was flying, I really thought I was dying!. But I wasn’t scared, I wanted that more ‘n more ‘n more, till… I dunno, I think I fainted, maybe, cuz then Auntie was touching my face with a damp handkerchief and she looked scared. But I made her alright again, by kissing her mouth and telling her that was my happiest time ever! She started laughing and told me I just had my very first or… or…”

“Orgasm, my love. Or-gas-m. The biggest, sweetest joy, isn’t it? Oh, my dear baby, my little girl…” she sniffled and sobbed a little, hugging Jessica against her. Absentmindedly she gave a small, but hot, kiss on the child’s lips and Jessica gasped. It had been almost, almost like one of her Aunt’s kisses! The moment passed, her mom was caressing her hair. The girl perceived the scent of her mother’s pussy on that hand, a scent familiar to her.

“Then Auntie asked me if I wanted to see her without clothes on. She asked me! Oh Mom, as if I was not crazy wanting to see her that way, since I don’t know when! I helped her with the zipper in the back, and taking off her pretty dress, it was so neat!”

“What was she wearing, my love,” her mother panted, “tell me.”

“She had on a pretty white bra, almost see-through, I could see her big nipples through it, and little white panties, the kind you like, Mom, see-through too. She told me to take the bra off for her, cool! So I undid it, and that was when I first got to see her, um, her tits. Ooh, Mommy, they are so beautiful. She held my head and kissed me, and then she kind of put my face over her tits… and I kissed and kissed them forever, and took her nipples in my mouth like babies do!”

“Ooh,” moaned the mother, “how lovely, she must have been so happy!”

“Yeah, she kept doing those happy sounds all the time. And touching me all over… I was naked, of course. And next, Mommy, I just grabbed her panties and pulled them down! I didn’t ask her, I just did it! She gave a squeal, she seemed to like that a lot, an’ she cried yes, yes, laughing and telling me I was a little devil, her adored little devil, she said.”

Susan was openly masturbating now, under her skirt, but not so much that her daughter couldn’t see her hand moving, and hear the liquid sounds and her mother’s labored breathing. Jessica’s own little hand was also moving, inside her Disney panties.

“I thought she might have lots of hair on her pussy, Mom, but she only has a little, on top. She maybe uses scissors, like you do… well, anyway next we got on the bed again and we kissed and kissed, it was so good! An’ then… she sort of lifted me up, putting me over her face! I didn’t know anything could be so, sooo beautiful as when she began to kiss my pussy again and put her tongue inside me. Inside, Mom, it was the most de-licious thing I have ever felt!”

“Yes, it is, love,” the woman moaned, her hand active on her cunt. “And did you, did you… with her?”

“No, Auntie said today it was just for me to be happy, that next time if I wanted she would teach me how to do that to her. If I wanted it! Mom, oh Mom! Oh, oh, oh… I… I… AAAHH…!!”

She thrashed on her mother’s lap, cute little cries signaling her orgasm. Susan couldn’t help it, she glued her mouth against her girl’s exquisite lips, stifling her moans of joy as she had her own wonderful ecstasy too.

——————

The little girl was sweetly sleeping in her bedroom when Susan’s sister Doris called. The young mother was reclining on the couch, naked, two glasses of wine enjoyed, Mozart playing softly in the background, three orgasms making her body languid and deliciously tired. She was a most happy woman.

“Sussy? Hello…”

“Hi.” Susan put her fingers on her pussy again, closing her eyes. What a flow over her fingers.

“Did… did Jessica tell you we met today?”

“Yes,” she sighed, lightly grazing her love button.

“And…?”

“Thank you. I haven’t seen her so happy in a long time.” Susan smiled, remembering her lovely little girl’s face of rapture.

“Oh… and did she tell…?”

“She told me everything, sis. You explain so well…” She stiffled a giggle.

At first Susan had been rather nervous about sending the child to see her aunt. Did she really want to make a lesbian of her? But then she had seen things more clearly. There could be no harm in trusting her little girl to her sister, she was sure Doris would never do anything hurtful to her. She knew now she had been right.

“But… I thought you didn’t remember,” Doris was saying.

“Yes, of course I do! Every day I’ve remembered, all these years!”

She’d had uncounted orgasms recalling her ravishing sister’s love, all through those years of appallingly unsatisfying boyfriends and an even more disappointing marriage. Her only real joy had been her own fingers spurred on by those remembrances.

“And, you know… ever since I had Jessica, I always thought the day would come when you’d have to explain things to her too,” she added.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“Yes!”

A sharp arousal suddenly jolted Susan, a new gush flowing from her open cunt. She was seeing in her mind her sister’s incredibly desirable body, asking herself how she could have lived all these years without accepting that she wanted only her. She gasped, pinching her hard nipples.

“And,” she panted, “I want some explaining too. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I remember everything right.”

“Oh, YES, little sister! I will explain it all to you again! I love you.”

“I love you.”

She could tell Doris was masturbating too, she remembered so well her breathing as she’d had her pleasure. “Together, love, let’s do it together…”

“Yes Sussy! Oh, I have loved you all my life… let’s… let’s…”

“Yes, yes! Tomorrow, love!”

“Tomorrow! Yes… ah, ah, I love you, sis… ooh…”

“Yes, YES! Together… now… aah, aah… AAAAAAH!!”

“OOOOHH!!”

They heard each other’s diminishing breaths for a while, no words needed for their bond.

“Tomorrow, darling. I’ll be there.”

“I am counting the seconds, little sister.”

The End

By Tater Tot

I moaned when I got in the car to see Mom wearing a loose white blouse with no bra, and a short skirt. She gave me that grin she gets when she knows I’m excited.

“It’s Saturday…” she said with a smile.

I was already breathing heavily, staring at her as I tried to decide what I wanted to do. I really wanted to dive across the seat and run my hands and mouth and pussy all over her, fucking, licking, fondling and getting licked at the same time.

I slid in next to her and buckled in with shaking hands, turning towards her as we pulled away. “So, we’re on for today?” I mumbled.

“Anything,” she said in that way that drove me absolutely crazy.

I turned towards her and put a trembling right hand on her thigh, trying to hold myself together. I half-closed my eyes as I reached up to hold her breast, then clenched my body tightly as I pictured myself opening her shirt and sucking on her breast as we drove.

I was squeezing my legs together as I slid my hand in her blouse, letting out a sob of excitement as she once again whispered, “Anything.”

I was actually crying a little when we pulled into the garage. When she popped her seat belt, I grabbed her legs to pull them toward me. I was growling and sobbing as I flipped her skirt up to see her shaved pussy.

I froze as an orgasm tried to swell out of me, but I stayed like that for a moment — then, wrapping my hands around her thighs, I dove into her pussy. I was licking like crazy in seconds, thinking about how it was mine today. I could do this anytime, anywhere.

When she came, I came too, screaming into her pussy as my own spasmed and surged. I was still mumbling and licking when she quietened, and eventually I sat up and pulled away.

Mom was sprawled against the door, her legs up and skirt bunched on her waist. Her eyes were looking very satisfied. I could see her breasts pressing against the shirt and really wanted to feel them.

We managed to get out and into the house and I had to hold her in front of me, groping and squeezing her breasts, thinking about what to do next. God… God, I wanted to do everything.

I realized after a moment that I was grinding my pussy against her ass, and couldn’t stand it anymore. Grabbing her hand I said, “Come on. Now… now, Mom.”

She was laughing a little as I pulled her into her bedroom and pushed her face down on the bed. I moaned at the sight of her ass sticking up, waiting for me, and I had to close my eyes and turn away. I pulled out the bigger dildo, my hands shaking so much I could hardly hold it.

When it was on, I staggered back to the bed and dropped to my knees behind her. I leaned forward and pushed her skirt up, then pushed my face against her ass, my tongue sliding into her crack.

I stayed like that until I could control myself, my hands clenching her cheeks as my tongue pushed into her asshole. I was holding myself together again, grunting at the effort to keep the orgasm back.

I hated that I couldn’t last longer. I’d have so many things I wanted to do, then end up having a couple of overwhelming orgasms and pass out.

Raising my face up slowly, I sort of crawled up her back, balancing myself between lust and control. When I was breathing into her ear, I reached back to put the cock against her pussy.

She said, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.”

Damn her, she knew what that did to me. I screamed “No!” again as I came, feeling the juices against my own hand where it was clutching the cock. I collapsed against her back, whimpering as I sort of humped against her. The way my pussy spasmed was almost painful sometimes, my ass clenching as I seemed to be pushing my whole body out of my cunt.

I was really panting against her now, a little tired and dazed. I groaned and wiped some drool off my lips as I reached down again to put the cock back into place.

As I pushed it in, to the sound of her loud moan, I said, “I’m going to fuck you, Mom.”

Then I did. I started slowly, but quickly built up speed. After a minute or so, I leaned up and put my hands on her hips, watching as my cock slipped in and out of her pussy.

I realized after a moment that I was staring, mumbling some weird shit. I shook my head and gave a growl as I reached up to grab her hair. I tried to remember to not be too rough, but it was hard. I wanted to pummel her, drag her down and rape her, use her until she screamed. Mine to use. Anything.

I was screaming “Anything!” as I slammed my hips into hers, then just screamed as she came, bending her head back farther and thrashing against me. I totally exploded out of my own pussy. I saw everything turn white as my whole body pulsed with incredible pleasure, so intense it was painful in some way.

When I came around, Mom was looking down at me, her eyes a little worried, but she smiled when I mumbled, “What… what happened?”

She leaned down to lick my lips until I focused on her, then she said, “You had the world’s strongest orgasm, baby.” Her fingers pushed the hair out of my eyes as she looked at me with envy and said, “God, I wish I came like that.”

I forced myself to move, afraid I would fall asleep and miss the whole day. She smiled that smile that said she knew what I was thinking and helped me sit up.

We stumbled to the shower, my second that day, and washed ourselves off. Then we got dressed. It was weird, but it made me hotter for Mom to have clothes on than to be naked. I knew she would have an explanation, but I wasn’t really interested in why.

She put on a t-shirt and tight little running shorts, and those white socks. I groaned when she walked into the kitchen wearing them, which made her giggle. It honestly made her happy, I think, how excited I got looking at her.

Then again, I couldn’t imagine anyone not getting excited over her. God, she looked good. Her ass was to die for, and she had a flat stomach and tight, mid-sized breasts… uh, yeah.

I didn’t say anything while we had a salad lunch, getting into kind of a daze as she moved around, then sat across from me.

“How was the night at Deanna’s?”

Yeah, I’d forgotten about that. She would probably get a kick out of hearing about it, but I wanted to tell her in just the right way.

I stood up and said, “Let’s go to the living room and I’ll tell you.”

She laughed at my look, then walked ahead of me, giving her ass a little extra sway, making me get wet as I thought about it.

When we got to the living room, I sat on the couch and had her stand in front of me, her shorts hiding her sweet pussy and ass. I was breathing heavily as I reached up and put my hands on the top of those shorts. She was looking down at me, her mouth open slightly as she panted a little in excitement.

I gently slid her shorts down until they were bunched just below her pussy. The sight of her standing there with her shorts pulled down like that made me moan with need.

Oh, my God, she looked so hot. She looked so innocent, but hot and sexy at the same time. I let a hand slide around and slip between the top of the shorts and her ass. I closed my eyes and grunted at the picture I imagined.

I stayed like that for a moment, but it was Mom’s moan that brought me out of it. I took my hands down and patted my lap. It was so freaking hot to see her shuffle around, her pants pulled down and her ass sticking out.

When she laid across my lap I almost came. I would have been so pissed if I had, though. I let my hand rest on her cheeks as I regained my composure.

I stroked her ass for a couple of minutes, then said, “I had a wet dream about you last night, and Deanna realized it. She didn’t know what it was about, but she saw me come.”

My hand rose, then descended with a slap on her tight ass cheeks. She squealed, then panted in excitement. I let my hand stroke her wet pussy every now and then as I talked.

“She’d never had an orgasm and she ended up asking me the same questions I asked you,” I said slowly. “Turns out she has the hots for Ms. Teller, the gym teacher.”

My hand came down with another slap. I squeezed her ass cheek, then let my hand slide down and begin stroking her pussy. She was dripping wet now, making me shake a little with excitement. My hand would touch the bunched up shorts as I stroked Mom’s pussy.

“We talked for quite a while, then she asked if I would show her how to have an orgasm.”

Spank. This time I turned my hand slightly and slipped a finger into her. I began pushing it in and out as I spoke. “I held her like you do me, and told her a story about her and Ms. Teller. She came in just a couple of minutes and squirted all over my hand.”

Spank. Mom gave a soft scream as her buttocks tensed up. When my hand slipped back down, she was really running with juice.

“This morning, she saw my pussy was shaved and asked why.” I shoved a second finger in her and started pumping harder as I said, “I told her it was so people wouldn’t get hair in their teeth.”

Spank. Mom arched up, clenching my finger tightly. I could tell just by the sounds Mom made that she was fighting to hold off an orgasm. I imagined that by then, she knew the sounds I made and what they meant, too.

When I slipped my fingers back in her she made a funny mewing sound sort of like a cat, but her whole body was shaking.

“I told her I had sex with a girl, but not who. She really liked that.” I was pushing into Mom hard and fast, listening to her make panting noises.

When she was reaching a peak I said, “She asked if we could have sex too,” then I gave Mom a good slap on her rock-tight ass.

She came with a yell and some serious juice dripped onto my legs. I slapped her again after a second, getting her to really scream in excitement, then begin to sob as her hips sort of humped against me.

When she’d calmed down, her face lying sideways on the couch, eyes half-closed, I slipped out from under her and looked down at that beautiful ass. It was hanging off the couch, the shorts still pulled down. I dropped to my knees behind her and slipped those shorts down and off. She just lay there, panting like she’d just been running.

When they were off, I knelt to the side of her and stroked her ass for a moment, then leaned in to kiss her cheeks. I eventually let my tongue slide into her crack, then licked her asshole. I brought my hand up and slowly slid a finger into her.

“Oh, God… oh, God, baby,” she muttered.

“What can I do?” I asked softly as I slipped a second finger in her.

“Any… anything,” she moaned just as softly.

My tongue moved back to her asshole and I began pushing it in as my fingers began thrusting faster. When I had my tongue in a little ways, I added a third finger to her pussy, getting her to sob loudly and begin mumbling, “Oh… uh… oh, God… Amber… oh, Jesus,” continuously between gasps and sobs.

I was tongue-fucking her ass when I slipped the fourth finger in, my hand sliding deep into her, making me think I might fit the whole thing inside her pussy one day, but not today.

She was making screeching noises and thrusting her hips back at me as I fucked her with my hand and tongue. When she came, she clamped down hard on my fingers. I let my hand stop and just slowly flex, but kept moving my tongue through her butt crack.

It was one of her best so far. She screamed loudly into the cushion, then again as she threw her head back. She actually gave me a small squirt on the second scream, then just made a continuous series of “uh-uh” sounds as her pussy kept gushing.

She was actually crying softly when I pulled my hand out and slid her up to lie on the couch. I sat on the floor by her head and kissed her softly to see if she was okay. She eventually returned the kisses and said, “Oh, my God, baby, that was so good, so fucking good.”

I giggled at the way she sounded, but moved back to look down at her. I was really hot from the whole thing, but in surprising control for me. I want her ass, I thought, as I looked down at it, but I didn’t… Oh, hell.

I slipped my shorts off and straddled her, pressing my pussy against her sexy ass. Leaning forward, I let myself lie on top of her, then began fucking her from behind with my pussy.

It was only minutes before I was thrusting and grunting, Mom’s body being pushed forward and back as I rode her ass. I pushed up, my hands on her shoulders, my pussy grinding down on her when I came.

I didn’t make a sound as I came across her cheeks, my cum spraying her ass and dripping down to cover her pussy. It was so completely, totally fucking hot that I almost died when I did it.

Mom woke me up when she slid out from under me, then turned to cuddle me close, softly kissing my cheek as she said, “Love you, kiddo.”

She eventually managed to get us both up and into the shower. We were a mess, totally covered in cum. It was amazing how drenched Mom was.

After we dried off we went to lie in bed, but I asked her to put her panties on, and she did with that grin of hers. They looked hot on her, highlighting her ass so well.

I was still drifting from the sex earlier, so I just had her lie next to me so I could fondle her a little as we talked.

“Did you and Deanna end up having sex?” Mom asked, making me smile a little at the thought that she was the one who missed the end of the story this time.

But I nodded and said, “We made out a little, then I gave her head in the shower. We didn’t really have time for anything else.”

We lay there quietly for a little bit as I lightly stroked her stomach, then I said, “She thought she might be gay, because she saw her mom making out with a woman.”

Mom giggled a little at that, then said, “I hope not, because you wouldn’t have a chance, baby.”

I giggled too, then said, “I think her mom was looking at my ass while we were there.”

That got her to turn slightly and give me a “mom” look before asking, “Did it bother you?”

Her tone made me smile a little, because it was so protective. I would never have noticed before how often she did that, but now it was obvious that she was getting the claws out.

She stroked my face lightly as I smiled, but I said, “No. I liked it.” She nodded and pulled me in a little to snuggle.

Eventually I said, “Would it be wrong if I did something with someone older? Is it okay that I’m having sex with Deanna?”

Mom didn’t say anything for a while, then said, “No, nothing is wrong with that. It’s really about why you do it. If you feel threatened or used, then it’s bad.” She looked at me and said, “Please tell me if you ever feel that way with anyone.”

I nodded quickly, so she continued, “Otherwise… as long as you enjoy it, and you’re not hurting someone, it’s fine. You’ll want to be more careful with people your own age than someone older. Teenagers can be cruel, and you don’t want them to decide you’re different enough to attack.”

The thought seemed to bother Mom, because she hugged me a little, then said, “In fact, I guess I would prefer it if you were with older women,” her voice changed a little, and she sounded playful as she said, “but that doesn’t mean I want you out seducing them.”

I giggled at the picture, and she kissed my cheek. “Would it… bother you?” I hesitantly asked.

She turned me to face her and said seriously, “I love you, honey. No matter what, I’ll love you. Even if we stop this, I’ll love you. I promise to never be jealous of your lovers.” Then she got a look and said, “Would it bother you if I did it with another woman?”

I giggled at that and said “No way. You’re hot, Mom. I bet you have sex a lot.”

That got one of her full-out laughs and she did that thing where she kissed all over my face for a while. Then she got a little serious and began really kissing me.

The orgasm was incredible.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By StarSapphire

Friday nights had been video nights forever. Ronda and Judy would snuggle on the couch and laugh, cry or be terrified together as the videos played on. They both looked forward to the intimacy of these evenings.

Their next Friday evening, Ronda decided to make things extra special. She planned to be a bit more intimate than usual.

That evening, Ronda showered before Judy returned from work with the videos, feeling her heart pounding in anticipation. She chose her clothing with care, deciding on a pair of tight black shorts she knew her mother liked, along with a pink top that hugged her body and showed her young breasts to their best advantage. She brushed her hair carefully and applied a little lipstick and blush, then admired herself in the full-length bedroom mirror. She knew she looked good and nervously hoped that her mother would be impressed.

When Judy arrived home, Ronda was waiting for her in the kitchen. She’d decided to cook them dinner and had made an extra effort to make it both appetizing and romantic. A setting for two was laid out in the dining room, the lights were lowered and candles lit as Judy’s daughter began serving the first course, a tossed salad and homemade vinaigrette dressing.

“Honey, this is so nice!” Judy exclaimed as the salad was placed before her. “What’s the occasion?”

Judy was pleased at the compliment. “No occasion, Mom. I know you work hard all week, and I just wanted to make this Friday a little special for you. I don’t always say how much I love you and tonight,” said Ronda shyly, “I thought I would.”

“That’s so lovely, sweetheart! And I love you too, baby, a whole lot,” Judy gushed, genuinely impressed. “And you look so nice too. This is almost like a date!” Judy giggled, feeling herself flush with unwanted excitement.

“So maybe it is,” Ronda said quickly and kissed her mother on the cheek. “Dinner and a movie. You haven’t been treated in a long time, so relax and enjoy. I made us spaghetti and marinara sauce, garlic bread and I picked up some Asti Spumonti ice cream after school. I know how much you like it,” said Ronda.

Mother and daughter sat together and ate their meal, feeling a special closeness settle in. They talked of their day and how they were doing as they finished the main course. Over dessert they fell into a comfortable silence. Then Judy spoke as they began clearing up.

“I rented a comedy, but the other movie is subtitled. It’s a French film. A drama. I hope you like it,” Judy told Ronda.

“Oh, I’m sure I will. And I can practice my French. Let’s watch it first,” Ronda suggested. Judy agreed and they settled in to watch.

Judy did not tell Ronda that the movie had a heavy `R’ rating, with plenty of nudity and some simulated lesbian sex. She was waiting anxiously to see Ronda’s reaction, hoping she wouldn’t be offended, and that the film might spark some lust — if not conversation — in Ronda.

She needn’t have worried. Some twenty minutes or so into the movie Ronda could see the adult theme of the film developing and was becoming turned on by the lead actress. The story involved a love triangle between a man and two women, but it was the two women who were having the affair. Ronda envied the lead character’s female lover and noted how much like her mother she looked.

As a few risque and sexy scenes played out, Ronda felt strongly aroused and began playing `footsies’ with her mother. Judy responded playfully and wondered what was happening. Is it working? How far do I take things?

Throughout the film Judy and Ronda held hands, something they hadn’t done before. Ronda explained, “This is what you do on a date, right?” and Judy, slightly taken aback, had gone along. For her, the simple act of holding hands had never felt so erotic. She placed their clasped hands on her thigh as they continued to watch the movie. She hoped against hope that things might go farther still, but was afraid to make the first move.

When the movie ended, both Judy and Ronda were in a state of high excitement. Not only had the movie turned them on, but so had the physical contact between them. Feeling the smooth warmth of Judy’s thigh as her hand rested atop it was excruciating for Ronda, as was the implied intimacy of their `date’ to Judy. At this point though, neither wanted the other to know how turned on she was.

“Before we watch the next movie, I need to change out of these clothes, ” said Judy. “I’ve been in them all day. Mind if I take a quick shower, too?” she asked Ronda. She was anxious to separate herself from her daughter for a moment, lest she do something she might regret — and she was getting uncomfortably wet.

“Gonna slip into something more comfortable?” laughed Ronda. “Hey, I like how this date’s going!” she quipped.

“Naughty girl!” Judy shot back Judy a laugh as she headed upstairs to her bedroom.

Ronda waited in agony for her mother’s return. Everything seemed to be going so well, she hoped it would continue.

Judy came back down the stairs a while later looking freshly scrubbed and wearing only a set of pale yellow pajamas. “This being our first date and all, I’m sorry if my PJ’s aren’t sexy, honey, but they are comfortable,” Judy told Ronda with a smile.

Ronda thought Judy’s pajamas looked just fine, noting especially that her mother wasn’t wearing a bra under her top. “You look great, Mom! I want you to be comfortable. Like I said, it’s your night,” Ronda told her sincerely. “Let’s snuggle up and watch the next video,” she urged. Once again, they settled together on the couch as the movie began.

The film turned out to be less than inspired, but that gave Ronda the chance to `chat up’ Judy a bit. During the dull parts, they talked.

“Mom, you are so incredibly beautiful. Does anyone ever tell you that?” Ronda asked her mom, looking into her eyes as they sat together again holding hands on top of Judy’s leg. Judy’s hand was resting on top of Ronda’s. The heat from Judy’s thigh seemed to burn the teen’s hand as she asked the question.

“Gosh, thank you for saying so, honey! That is so sweet, but no,” Judy sighed, “there isn’t anyone saying such nice things to me lately,” she said. “Just you, and I appreciate it. I really do.” She leaned over and kissed Ronda on the cheek.

Ronda felt emboldened by the kiss and reached her hand up to trace the outline of Judy’s jaw. She looked directly into her deep blue eyes and could see there all the gentle love and torrid passion her mother felt — and the fear. Okay, she thought, now is the time.

“Mom, would it be okay if I asked you to kiss me, like we were on a real date?” Ronda spoke, hardly believing herself. A hot flush came to her face.

“Honey,” Judy whispered, “Y-you want me to kiss you?” Her heart was in her throat as she gazed down into Ronda’s earnest, pleading dark eyes and noted the blush on her cheeks.

“Yes, please, Mom,” Ronda murmured. ” It’s a date, so we need to kiss, don’t we?”

“I — I suppose we do,” said Judy. She quickly brought her lips into contact with Ronda’s and pecked them briefly before withdrawing.

“No, I mean a real kiss. I’ve never had one and I –I’d kinda like one. Would you please?” Ronda appealed.

“You mean, you want…” Judy started, then realized exactly where her daughter was going. She could see Ronda’s anxious need reflecting from her big brown eyes and felt a moment of excited panic. Oh my gosh, she wants me too! Judy gasped to herself. She really does!

Judy took a sharp breath as she absorbed this confirmation of her daughter’s feelings. All the terrible confusion and guilt she’d been feeling vanished as her pent-up desire for Ronda broke free at last. Her resistance crumbled. “Honey, oh yes, okay…” was all she said. She briefly looked into Ronda’s warm expectant face, then brought their lips into contact. This time, the touch was electric.

As their lips met, Judy marveled at Ronda’s sweet taste and moved her tongue purposefully inside the girl’s mouth. She heard Ronda groan, then felt her daughter’s tongue dueling with her own as their mouths opened wider.

Breaking away, Judy noted the glazed look in Ronda’s eyes.

“How was that?” asked Judy, a tremor in her voice.

“Oh, Mom, that was so beautiful! I didn’t know it felt like that. Thank you so much!” Ronda declared with enthusiasm. “Can — can we do it some more?” she asked tentatively. “Can we like, make out?” she giggled nervously. “Like a real date?”

Ronda and Judy were both thrilled by the kiss and the `date’ game they were playing. They both wished to avoid any reminders of the forbidden nature of their actions for the time being. They shared a conspiratorial smile.

“Hey, you better watch out,” warned Judy. “What if I want to go all the way?” She began to tickle Ronda on the ribs.

“Not on the first date!” Ronda howled in mock protest, attempting unsuccessfully to block her mother’s hands. “Mom, stop!” she shrieked. “I’ll let you feel me up, though, how about that?” she asked mischievously as her laughter quieted.

“Yeah?” asked Judy. Extending a hand, she placed it on Ronda’s small breast, not quite believing what she was doing. “I bet you’d like that, you little hussy,” she grinned, delighting in the feel of her daughter’s small soft breast beneath her hand.

“Gosh, yes, Mom,” Ronda moaned as she felt her mother’s hand gently kneading her breast, felt her nipple stiffen. “Please kiss me again. It felt so good.”

As Judy and Ronda’s lips met, the intensity of their passion immediately soared. Both were breathing hard as their mouths ground together, tongues lashing back and forth, probing and twining until they both suddenly broke apart.

Judy laughed a little, then softly said, “Wow! Was that ever hot, baby! Are — are you sure you want to go on?”

“Yes, Mom, I want to. I really do,” Ronda told her mother. “And — and Mom? Can I touch you there too?” Ronda glanced down at Judy’s hand on her breast, then up into the woman’s shining blue eyes.

“Yes, baby. Of course you can!” panted Judy. “Touch me honey. Play with my titties. I want you to,” she whispered as she undid two of her pajama buttons. Taking Ronda’s hand, she slipped it inside until the palm was covering her painfully erect nipple. “There, honey. Does that feel nice?” she cooed, not quite believing what was happening.

“Gosh, Mom, that feels so gooood,” Ronda gasped as she took in the weight and fullness of her mother’s breast. She squeezed and toyed with it, making Judy moan with pleasure. “Please, can I see them too? Can I look at your t-titties?” Ronda blushed at using the word her mother had just uttered. It thrilled her to say it, and embarrassed her at the same time.

“Yes, honey. I know you like them. I see you looking sometimes,” Judy smiled, then undid the remaining buttons of her top. Throwing apart the folds she let it drop from her shoulders, leaving her bare from the waist up.

Ronda gave a sharp intake of breath at the sight of her mother’s full womanly breasts, crowned with large pink and brown nipples. They were even better than she’d imagined — standing out from her chest, round and full, with no need of support. The young teen sat for a moment staring in awe at her mother’s nakedness, her own excitement building by the second. “Oh, Mom, they’re so beautiful!” she gasped.

“Your turn,” Judy said as she began undoing the buttons of Ronda’s pink pastel colored blouse. “I want to see you too,” she added as the garment slipped off Ronda’s shoulders to expose her breasts, which were encased in a white A-cup bra. Reaching behind, Ronda quickly undid the fastener and let her bra fall free, baring her nubile young breasts for her mother’s delectation.

Judy inhaled sharply, amazed at how delicate Ronda’s breasts seemed — and how vulnerable she looked seated before her mother, naked from the waist up. She hastened to reassure the girl. “Darling, your titties are perfect!” She managed to whisper, cupping one in each hand. They were like small birds nestled in her palms — fragile, warm and alive.

Bending her head, Judy took one of Ronda’s nipples between her lips, then sucked and caressed it with her mouth and tongue. She moved quickly back and forth between the girl’s breasts, tasting the virgin sweetness of her hard pink nipples, loving every texture and trace of Ronda’s flesh in her mouth and hands.

Ronda was going out of her mind with pleasure. “God, Momma, that feels good! Oh yes, Momma, please…” she cried.

Judy finally raised her head up from Ronda’s breasts. “Honey, I think this date is going into overtime. Let’s go up to my room,” she whispered urgently. Ronda could only nod a dazed reply. They both rose from the couch and, hand in hand, proceeded up the stairs.

When Ronda and Judy entered Judy’s bedroom, it was dark. Judy fumbled a bit with the nightstand lamp before turning it on. A soft warm glow filled the familiar room as they stood facing each other beside the bed. Ronda was just a few inches shorter than her mother. Judy drew the girl close and they embraced, arms around each other’s waists and mouths locked in a lover’s kiss. Their breasts and nipples first touched, then pressed tightly together.

Ronda and Judy’s kiss was long and passionate. Both were fulfilling an urgent fantasy, and the reality of the moment would not let them part for some time. Their mouths were agape and their hands wandered up and down each other’s bodies. Ronda was fondling her mother’s taut buttocks, which caused Judy to moan with delight. Judy was inspired to do the same, squeezing Ronda’s small tight ass cheeks in her strong hands until they both finally broke apart.

“Oh, Mom,” Ronda whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby. Can — can I touch you down here, too?” Judy asked Ronda, indicating the area between her legs.

“Yes, Mom, oh yes!” Ronda cried. “You can do whatever you like to me. I want you to!” She watched as Judy knelt before her and undid the top button of her black shorts, then tugged rolled down the zipper. They slipped down to the floor, leaving the teen in a small pair of white cotton panties. Judy quickly stripped them off and paused, staring in awe her daughter.

“Ronda, honey, you’ve got a beautiful pussy!” Judy exclaimed, lightly brushing Ronda’s wisp of dark pubic hair before running a finger gently up the length of her tight slit. She could feel Ronda shudder at the touch and quickly stood to remove her own pajama bottoms. She was naked beneath them, her bare pussy now fully exposed to her daughter’s amazed stare. “I just did it yesterday,” Judy asked her, lightly caressing the smooth mound. “Do you like it?”

“Wow, Mom… that is way cool!” Ronda exclaimed as she drank in the sight of her mother’s shaven vulva.

“Let’s lie down. I want to look at you, sweetheart,” said Judy. She lay Ronda down on her back then gazed longingly at the incredible naked beauty of her twelve-year-old daughter, spread out before her. “Sweetie, you are gorgeous. My goodness, how much you’ve grown!” Judy said as she ran a hand over Ronda’s breasts, then down her flat tummy, finally cupping the girl’s warm, wet sex in her palm.

Judy lay on her side next to Ronda, still gently stroking her wet pussy. “Do you like this, baby? Do you like Momma playing with your pussy?” she whispered in her daughter’s ear.

“God, yes, Mom! That feels so good, I can’t believe it!” Ronda panted. Judy slipped her finger between the teen’s labia and found her tiny clitoris, then began to stroke it in small circles. “Oh, Mom! What are you doing? Oh, oh, oh,” Ronda panted. “Don’t stop, Momma! Please don’t stop!” she cried as her passion built.

“I won’t stop honey, don’t worry,” said Judy, then moved her lips down to capture a nipple. Ronda moaned out her pleasure at this double assault. Judy continued down, kissing her child’s stomach and belly button, then heading lower still.

Ronda lifted her head to watch, then moaned in happy disbelief as her mother’s head moved between her legs.

Judy could not wait to taste young Ronda’s pussy. Her tongue lapped along her small slit, then dipped inside to taste her juices. She felt Ronda squirm at the touch of her tongue against her clitoris. Wanting more, Judy next moved herself even further down between her daughter’s legs and gazed at Ronda’s slippery wet cunt before burying her face in it.

In the meantime. Judy’s thumb found Ronda’s vagina and entered her right up to the hymen, while her finger probed at the girl’s tight little asshole. Ronda’s hips began to buck and pump into Judy’s face as Mom continued licking and fingering her, filling both her holes and sucking her small clit in and out of her mouth.

Ronda had never felt such sensations before. Her body was afire with passion and pleasure so intense she thought she might pass out. Then her orgasm began, the first of her young life. Waves of heat rolled out of her loins in pulsating contractions as her body arched up from the bed.

Judy grabbed Ronda’s hips and hung on as wave after shuddering wave passed through the teen’s body. Finally, her climax slowly subsided.

Ronda lay quivering and sobbing as her mother quickly came up beside her and took the girl in her strong, loving arms. “Oh God, Momma! What was that?” she gasped.

“You came, honey,” Judy said with a laugh. “You just had an orgasm. Haven’t you had one before?”

“Gosh, no!” said Ronda. “I — I think I’d remember if I had!” she laughed, then gazed adoringly at her mother. “Just hold me for a minute, Mom, please?”

Judy cradled her daughter in her arms, delighted that she had given Ronda such pleasure for her first time. She licked her lips, relishing the taste of a young girl’s juices, and relived the joyous sensation of eating her hot young pussy. But Judy herself had yet to come… and her own hunger was building fast.

“Ronda, honey, can you make me come too?” Judy whispered in her daughter’s ear as she rocked the girl in her arms. “Just use your hand for now, okay?”

“Of course I will!” Ronda replied. “Show me what you want me to do, okay?”

“Here, honey,” Judy said taking Ronda’s hand and placing it on her pussy. She pressed Ronda’s fingers into her slit, then guided her to the clitoris. “Right there, baby. That’s my clit. I want you to rub it for me,” she said, moving her daughter’s finger in a slow circle. She took her hand away as Ronda continued on her own. “Yes, baby! Oh, that feels so good!” Judy moaned as Ronda frigged her sensitive nub. “Now I want you to go inside me, honey. Put your fingers in my cunt. Can you feel it?” she asked.

Ronda moved her hand down. “Y-yes, Mom. I found it,” she panted — entranced at the warm gushy feel of Judy’s wet pussy, amazed at how big her mother’s vagina was compared to hers. She easily slipped two fingers inside. “Your c-cunt is so hot and wet, Mom!” Judy exclaimed.

“Okay, now fuck me baby. Fuck me with your hand,” Judy directed, surprising herself at how easily those words came to her. “Hard and fast, baby! That’s it!”

Ronda moved her fingers rapidly in and out of her mother, entranced at the sight, sounds and smells of their blatant sexual activity. She inserted a third finger, then Judy asked, “Oh, baby girl — can you put your whole hand inside?”

Ronda was shocked at the request, but immediately began to comply. Slowly her thumb and little finger joined the rest inside Judy’s tight cunt. Ronda looked down and saw only her thin wrist, her hand entirely engulfed inside her mother’s writhing body.

Judy’s cunt felt extraordinarily tight to Ronda — in fact, she winced a little as her mother contracted her uterine muscles around her hand.

“Fuck me, baby!” Judy cried. “Fuck me with your hand. Oh, God, fuck my cunt, baby! Harder now! Move it around inside,” she instructed. Then, “Yesss! Oh, yessss!”

Judy screamed as Ronda began pumping and rotating her hand around inside her mother’s distended pussy. The other hand was groping Judy’s breasts, plucking at her rock-hard nipples.

Judy could not hold back. A huge orgasm hit her squarely in the groin and radiated out through her whole body. She cried and moaned out loud. “I’m coming baby, oh, I’m COMING!” Then she screamed, startling Ronda with its power, and the awesome of her cunt as it clenched Ronda’s hand. Three jets of clear fluid shot from Judy’s urethra as she ejaculated onto her daughter’s chest.

As Judy slowly calmed down and allowed herself to relax, Ronda slipped her hand free of her mother’s vagina and curled up next to her. “Mom, you are so hot!” she told her.

“Ronda, honey, that was so good,” Judy said. “Was it okay for you? Are you all right? You don’t feel bad about this, do you? I mean, well, I’m your mom and — and…” her voice faltered.

“It was the best, Mom,” Ronda enthused, trying to reassure her mother. “I’ve never come before — and, and watching you just blew my mind! I really like it when you talk that way too, you know…” she hesitated. “Like the f-word and all that!” Ronda giggled. “I love what we’re doing. I — I’ve wanted to for a long time. I love all of it. And I love you, Mom, so much!” She hugged Judy hard.

Ronda gathered her daughter up in her arms and gave her a big wet kiss. “Oh baby, we are going to have some fun times!” she assured her. “I’m glad you liked what we did. So everything is really all right, honey?” she asked again, her voice still tinged with a touch of worry.

“No, Mom, everything’s not all right,” Ronda said with a little smile. “‘Cause I’m still, well, really horny.”

Judy laughed in relief, then had a wicked little idea. “Have you ever masturbated, honey?”

“N- no, not really,” Ronda said. “I’m not sure how. Is it like when we were touching each other?”

Judy assured her it was and then lay back to demonstrate. Spreading her labia with one hand, she exposed her clitoris for Ronda’s inspection. “This is the clitoris, this little thing here. When you touch it, you get all those great feelings. Go ahead. Try it for yourself,” Judy urged as she began to play with herself, rubbing her distended clit in small circles with her index finger.

Next to her, Ronda did the same — and once again felt that lightning bolt of pleasure shoot through her. As her fingers worked away at herself she stared fixedly at her mother’s hand, busy between her own legs. “That’s so sexy, Mom!” Ronda panted as she felt the start of another climax coming on. “I love watching you play with yourself!”

“Me too, honey,” Judy panted as she watched Ronda masturbating beside her. “God, I’m going to come soon, watching you play with your little cunt, baby. Yes, finger your clit baby. Let me watch you make yourself come!” Judy shuddered as her orgasm rapidly approached, then overwhelmed her. “OH! Ronda, honey, I love you so much!” she cried out in her ecstasy. Another series of pleasure shocks traveled up and down the length of her body, far more intensely than when she usually masturbated.

Beside her, Ronda came once more a few moments later. A gush of juices washed her small hand as it continued to work away at herself. So that’s masturbation, she thought gleefully. And doing it with Mom is just so hot! Giving herself up to the pleasure of it, she fell back on Judy’s bed and let the feelings wash through her.

Finally opening her eyes, Ronda saw her mother beside her. She was smiling.

“Honey you look so wonderful when you come,” said Judy as she watched her daughter’s climax wind down, the girl’s hand going still between her legs. She took Ronda in her arms. They held each other close and gently rocked themselves into a quiet slumber.

Awakening a few minutes later, Judy knew she had something important to say to her child. “Ronda, honey,” she said gazing fondly into her eyes. “Wake up, baby,” she insisted quietly.

When Judy’s eyes were open and staring into her own, she finally said, “I’m never going to leave you, Ronda. I’ll always be here. I won’t hurt you, not ever. I — I need to tell you that.”

“I know that, Mom,” Ronda replied. “Why are you saying that to me?”

“Because, honey, many years ago…” Judy began, as she looked into her daughter’s exotic dark eyes.

The End

By Vickylez

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2010 }

Jessica felt like Little Red Riding Hood. Here she was on her way to her grandmother’s on a sunny morning, a small basket on her arm filled with fresh flowers, preserves, and other stuff her mother sent. The 10-year-old girl smiled to herself, as she just hoped no Big Bad Wolf would be there to greet her.

It was only four blocks to the pretty house, its front garden lush with flower beds, greenery, and this funny fountain with the naked little stone lady perpetually bathing herself. She knocked at the door, thirsting already for the nice fruit juice Granny always had for her.

The door opened — and there was Aunt Doris, her mom’s older sister!

“Ooh, Jessica, what a nice surprise! Come in, come in, little girl! My, do you look lovely in that dress… well, you always look lovely!”

Her aunt hugged and kissed her, chatting animatedly as she took her to the wide kitchen for refreshments. The little girl sat on a stool, the short skirt of her summery white dress uncovering her soft thighs, as the woman got cookies and strawberry juice for her.

Jessica was elated at finding Aunt Doris there, she didn’t expect that wonderful chance! She adored her aunt, such a warm, merry woman, it always made her so happy just being with her. And Auntie was so beautiful! Her mom was very pretty, but Aunt Doris was… what was that word her friend had used? Gorgeous!

“You look gorgeous, Aunt Doris,” Jessica said. She meant it.

“What?… Oh, thanks, dear, you are very sweet. Here, a big glass of juice for you. Granny went to see her doctor today, and she won’t be home soon. I know she’ll be sad at not seeing you, she so looks forward to your visits.”

“Oh, well, I can come again tomorrow, I guess.”

“Good, she will be very happy!”

As they munched and chatted, the little girl gazed at her beautiful aunt, it gave her such pleasure to look at her. It was funny meeting her just then, when she had so many things to tell her… if she only got the nerve. The child didn’t yet have the words, or the understanding, to describe what happened to her when she was with her Aunt Doris. She simply had these warm and puzzling feelings.

But the woman… she did understand very well her own feelings, and kept them carefully in check. It wasn’t easy now to tear her gaze from those lovely uncovered thighs, parted just enough so she fancied with just a small effort she would be able to see the precious little girl’s panties. Breathing deep, she forced herself not to make that effort. It was getting worse each time she saw her!

Aunt Doris was taller than Jessica’s mother, and her shapely body was a delight to behold. The little girl didn’t know the word ‘voluptuous’ either, or she would have thought of her aunt’s body that way. It certainly was that: full of enticing curves, with a high round bosom that pushed proudly at her dress, perfect creamy skin, such a beautiful face… all of her was a most delightful sight, the kind of woman that makes you go out of your way to look at her again. And her cute niece was very aware of that.

“Auntie, you know my friend Molly? Remember her, with the red hair? Well, Molly asked me the other day if you have a boyfriend. You always seem to be by yourself. Do you have one?”

The woman stared at her, taken aback, and didn’t answer for a while.

“And… why would she ask that, dear?”

“Well, I dunno. But she says you are the most pretty woman she ever saw, and why aren’t you married, or whatever. I think so too. ‘Bout you being the most pretty woman, I mean.”

“Oh, dear… thank you.” She leaned to peck at the little girl’s cheek. “But your friend, and you too, should know not to ask such personal things of people, my love.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Jessica, crestfallen and looking down.

Her aunt instantly took her little chin to raise her head, smiling. “Hey, baby! I wasn’t chiding you, don’t take it like that! So I’ll tell you: No, I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t need that, love, I am very happy just like this.”

‘Because I have my girlfriends to keep me so’, she thought, but didn’t say.

“Oh,” said the little girl, and her steady gaze on her aunt’s beautiful face somehow seemed to go deeper, seeking further answers there. Or so fancied the woman for a moment. To cover her sudden uneasiness, she played with her niece’s lustrous, long auburn hair.

“You get prettier every day. Your hair is wonderful! You looked so lovely the other day with your braids, want me to do them for you now?”

“Yes, please, Aunt Doris! I like braids, but it’s such a chore to do them, you know?”

The woman, behind the little girl, was caressing her glossy hair, combing it with her fingers as she softly inhaled her niece’s warm, sweet scent. She trembled slightly. Careful, now…

“With a little practice it’s no chore at all, and it’s fun doing your hair to look good, baby,” she said.

As her deft fingers worked, she gazed fondly at the lovely curve of the child’s cheek, her soft neck, and then, irresistibly, at the adorable exposed thighs. They were quite far open, If I was in front of her, I could easily see her panties!

Doris felt the fluttering and wetness inside her own undergarments. The stirrings had begun the moment she saw her niece at the door, the familiar signs of an impending strong arousal. And now she was positively gushing, she knew she would have to relieve herself soon… She gazed down at her own chest, covered by a light dress that showed a lot of cleavage. Oh God, my hard nipples are poking out so, I hope she doesn’t notice!

She felt the little girl making the tiniest sigh, and with a surprised jolt realized she had been softly caressing her delicious neck. Doris took away her fingers, feeling the silky hotness lingering on them.

“There… Oh, how pretty you look with those braids! Want to look at yourself?”

The girl jumped up and took her aunt’s hand. They went to the spare bedroom, which doubled as dressing room and had a big mirror. Standing behind her, the woman smiled as the ravishing girl admired herself, handling her cute braids this way and that.

“Thank you, Auntie! My hair looks…”

“Gorgeous! All of you looks gorgeous, sweetie!”

Jessica laughed shyly, looking at her aunt in the mirror. She hardly reached to the height of the woman’s chest. Her gaze traveled along the beautiful woman’s shape. Her aunt wore a light and body-hugging pink dress that looked as if a wisp of wind could take it off her. The hem of the flared skirt was well above her knees, showing her long bare legs in all their glory.

The little girl’s intense look took her time all over her aunt’s body, arrived at her high bosom, and lingered there. The woman stood still, gazing back at her niece’s tender figure with her pretty white, short-skirted summer dress, her chest with the merest hint of swelling, slender but shapely legs, golden sandals on her dainty feet. Jessica’s bright eyes were motionless on her aunt’s breasts, staring with fascination at the plainly noticeable, big and unmistakable tips that shamelessly pushed out through the light cloth. She unconsciously licked her rosy lips.

The woman noticed this, realized where the little girl’s eyes were so intently locked, and gasped. Blushing, more with desire than shame, she took a step away from the mirror.

“Okay, dear… uh, let’s get back to those cookies,” she said, a bit unsteadily. The little girl wondered at her aunt’s obvious flustering, and followed her.

She perched back on her stool and pensively looked at her aunt’s beautiful face as she munched on a chocolate cookie. Would she dare? Yes she would, she had to tell her, she had to! She breathed deeply.

“Auntie…” she began, bashfully, “there’s something I want to ask you. But maybe you won’t…” She interrupted herself, looking down.

The woman smiled warmly at her, curious and a bit concerned. “Dear, there’s nothing at all you can’t ask me, or tell me! What it is, love?”

“Well…” Jessica fidgeted with her braids. “Well…” She raised her lovely eyes to her aunt’s, pleadingly.

“Well…?” smiled the woman, taking and caressing the girl’s hands.

Jessica took a breath, then plunged ahead. “Why is it when I am with you I feel, I feel… so good all over? I mean, I don’t ever feel like this with anyone else. What is that feeling?”

The woman felt faint for a second. She gulped, her mind blankly searching for words.

“I mean, I’m so happy when I’m with you. I… I want to be with you all the time!” The little girl lowered her crimson face, nervously pulling on her braids.

Doris gulped again, groping for words. She choose the safe path. “Oh, dear… you are so sweet. I also like to be with you and…”

“No, no, it’s not that!” exclaimed Jessica almost angrily, raising her bright eyes to her aunt’s face. “It’s not just liking to be with you, I… I love being with you!”

The woman was in a daze. The way the girl had said that, it came out exactly as ‘I love you’.

“Jessica…”

“I told Mom yesterday. I told her how I felt. I asked her about this, and… and other things.”

“Did you?” said the woman faintly, looking down at her forearms. Her niece had taken her hands away from hers and was now softly caressing from her elbows down, as if her little hands had a mind of their own. “And, what did she say?”

“She said I should tell you about this, and she said that you would understand. I was gonna go over to your house tomorrow to tell you, I didn’t expect to meet you here at Granny’s today!” giggled her niece.

The woman was startled at the idea of Jessica arriving unexpectedly at her apartment and the door being opened by Gretl, currently living there, her Scandinavian goddess body naked or just in tiny panties, as she so often was,.

The little girl’s caressing hands suddenly seemed to burn the bare skin of her forearms, so Doris took them away and carried them to her mouth, to kiss her fingers. “She really told you that? That I would understand, she said?”

“Yes. And she said you would explain all this to me. The way you explained to her, when she was littler ‘n me.”

OH, GOD! She remembered! Her kid sister remembered! After all this time, all these years, she had been sure those memories were deeply buried and rejected by her. Memories that to herself were so sharp and sweet: her beautiful little sister, her first lover, her first girl… together for so many years, until she herself was 15 and when her sister, at 13 years old, had turned to boys for good.

Nothing more was said about it ever again, as if it had never happened… not even after her sister had divorced, and was alone again.

But now — now she wanted her to ‘explain’ things to her 10-year-old daughter?!

She placed her trembling hands softly on her niece’s soft bare thighs, hearing her sweet little gasp… and her own. She didn’t remember having knelt before her, but there she was. Her face was almost level with the girl’s adorable face. They looked closely into one another’s eyes, the child waiting, the woman trying to decide what this all meant, what to do. She sighed, then whispered very close to her niece’s lips.

“Lovely Jessica… what you are feeling is love. I love you too, you don’t know how much I love you. Did your mother explain, um… well, what else did she tell you?”

“She told me that you and her loved each other very much, a lot, when you were little. Special love, she said.”

“What is ‘special love’, darling?”

“Special. Not just like sisters, she said. She said maybe I wouldn’t understand yet. But I do! Really, I do! ‘Special’ is how I feel for you, not just as my aunt, but way more, it’s, it’s…”

In astonished delight the woman felt the girl’s warm, wet mouth suddenly plunging tightly on her lips, her slender arms hugging her with force and her little body pressing against her breasts. She moaned, embracing her back. It wasn’t a long kiss, the girl didn’t know how, and she hardly opened her lips… yet it was the most exquisite kiss the woman had received in a very long time. They looked at each other, panting.

“Jessica… my love… that was wonderful!” she breathed.

The little girl giggled, “Mom said I should do it first, ‘cuz you’d never kiss me otherwise!”

“God! Your mom did tell you a lot! What else?”

“She said you shouldn’t worry, that you should explain everything to me. And… umm, that she knows you won’t ever do me any harm.” She frowned in further thought. “Oh, yeah! And she wants you to call her later, to tell her what happened.”

The woman shook her head, unbelievingly. Suddenly she was very, very conscious of still having the little girl in her arms, her hot tender body snuggled tightly against hers, her pretty mouth one inch from her own. This time she was the one to begin the kiss, and she didn’t rush about it. Explanation Number One, How Lovers Kiss.

Her luscious lips lingered over the little girl’s, making love to them as her tongue cautiously asked to be let in, hinting how to do it but not forcing her to, soon feeling the pretty lips shyly parting and welcoming her visit. Then she was receiving her, and meeting her with her timid little tongue, Hello loved Auntie, playing together, hotter and hotter, until a long blissful moan signaled Jessica’s total acquiescence and delight.

“OOOH…” they sighed together, as their mouths reluctantly parted. The little girl’s smile was dazzling, as she licked her just-kissed lips, her soft arms around her aunt’s neck. The woman smiled back and for a while they didn’t say anything, for Explanation Number Two was precisely that: How First Love Feels, when fulfilled.

She softly took her niece’s hands and guided them to her almost bursting breasts. She closed her eyes, gasping at the sensations of these little hands eagerly beginning to explore such delightful, new territories.

“I’ll explain everything to you, my love,” she whispered. “Little by little, as your darling mommy and me did back when we were your age…”

——————

That night she called her sister.

“Sussy? Hello…”

“Hi.”

There was a silence, Doris could softly hear her sister’s favorite Mozart playing in the background.

“Did… did Jessica tell you we met today?”

“Yes.” Another silence.

“And…?”

“Thank you. I haven’t seen her so happy in a long time.”

“Oh… and did she tell…?”

“She told me everything, sis. You explain so well…”

Doris laughed in relief, tears in her eyes, her right hand creeping up under her skirt. “She is… I just adore her, Sussy!”

“I know. That’s why I sent her over to you.”

“But, I thought you didn’t remember…”

“Yes, of course I do! Every day I’ve remembered, all these years. And, you know… ever since I had Jessica, I always thought the day would come when you’d have to explain things to her too…”

“Oh, god, Sussy!” Doris was openly crying now, her hand deep between her parted thighs, a rather strange combination.

“Hey, hon…” Her kid sister was crying too.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do. And… I want some explaining too. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I remember everything right.”

The older woman’s hand was dripping wet, wriggling inside her panties. She gasped.

“Oh, YES, little sister! I will explain it all to you again. I love you.”

“I love you.”

Continue on to Part Two