Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Barbie Doll

A predictable pattern soon developed between Angela and me. I would tell my mom that I was meeting a friend at the mall and would leave the house around 10:00 a.m. each Saturday morning, then walk the two blocks to the place where Angela would be picking me up. She would drop off her seven-year-old daughter Cheryl for her ballet lesson, and arrive at our meeting place about 10:15. During the short drive to her apartment, she would tell me how much she missed me and how she wished we could be together more often.

Her desire played right into my hands. I knew I was the one in control and I was not about to relinquish my position of dominance. I would ask her the same question on the drive to her place. “How many times have you jilled off for me since last Saturday?” She told me that she did it every night in bed before going to sleep. I would proceed to tell her she was a “dirty, slutty mommy” and asked her if she thought she deserved to be punished for her filthy behavior. That kind of thing got her so aroused that she couldn’t sit still.

I would place my hand under the hem of her skirt and gently squeeze the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh. She had learned her role well and would always respond by saying, “Yes, baby doll, your pervert mommy deserves a spanking for being so naughty.”

When we were only a couple of blocks from her place I would slowly move my hand up her thigh until I reached her crotch. As I had instructed her previously, Angela never wore panties when she picked me up on Saturday mornings. As always, her pussy was hot and wet and I easily slipped my middle finger into her love tunnel. She let out a moan as I slowly moved my finger in and out of her cunt.

After a dozen or so strokes I knew she was close to coming. I would then remove my wet finger, bring it up to my nose and inhale deeply, then lick her juices. “You taste especially nice today, Mommy,” I would tell her.

As soon as we arrived at her apartment I would let her kiss me and feel me up for a few minutes. I would then tell her she was a dirty pervert for trying to take advantage of an innocent little twelve-year-old girl like me. We both loved playing our respective roles.

After Angela said she was sorry, I would tell her that I might forgive her, but only if she was prepared to accept her rightful punishment. Of course, she was only too willing to be punished if the reward was to molest a preteen girl. I instructed Angela to strip naked for me and to lie across my thighs for her spanking. She was, as always, very eager to comply.

I began smacking her ass cheeks as hard as I could. Even in the dim light, I could see her ass turning a bright pink color. When I was done spanking my mommy and her sobs subsided, I became a shy little girl — which was what really turned her on. I let her undress me and lead me by the hand to her bedroom.

For the next hour or so I licked and sucked her ample breasts, finger fucked both her pussy and her back hole, then I let her do what she wanted to me. We ended up in a sixty-nine position, which was especially exciting for me because I could feel the heat emanating from her freshly spanked ass cheeks as I drank the sweet juices from her pussy. Afterward, we cuddled for a long while, completely satisfied.

Eventually, we got up, shared a quick shower and got dressed. Angela drove me to our meeting place and dropped me off, then went to pick up her little girl Cheryl at the dance studio.

***

A couple of Saturdays later, Angela picked me up and explained that her daughter wouldn’t be going to her ballet lesson that morning because it was her best friend’s birthday and she was going to the girl’s party. I’d never met my lover’s daughter, but knew from what Angela had told me that Cheryl was a somewhat shy child of seven.

When we got to the apartment Angela introduced me to her daughter as someone who might babysit for her one day. Cheryl was a beautiful child wearing a satin party dress, white ankle socks and black patent leather shoes.

Suddenly Angela made a face and said “Damn!” under her breath. “I just thought of something,” she continued. “I forgot to get a birthday card for your friend,” she told her little girl. “Why don’t you stay here with Cheryl while I dash over to the card shop, Barbie. I won’t be more than twenty minutes.”

I said that was okay with me, and Angela quickly left.

Little Cheryl kept looking at me in a strange kind of way as she perched on the sofa across from where I was sitting. I suddenly realized that she was sitting with her legs apart and her dress had drifted about halfway up her thighs. I could clearly see the white crotch of her panties. I didn’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off that little patch of white cotton. Surely this little seven-year-old was unaware of what she was doing and the effect it was having on me.

Was I feeling something like Angela’s lust for younger girls? How could I be having thoughts like these at age twelve?

I forced my eyes away from the child’s panties and up to her face. I thought I detected a slight smile as our eyes met. I suddenly felt the need to say something. “Cheryl, honey, I can see right up to your panties when you sit like that,” I said.

“I know,” she answered, “but you must like looking at them, because you’ve been staring for a long time.”

I really didn’t know what to do next. I was definitely turned on, but should I just change the subject and hope that would be the end of it? Or should I find out if this little minx really was trying to seduce me?

I looked at the clock on the wall and realized Angela would likely be back in about ten minutes, then decided to take one more step down this very dangerous path. “Do you like showing off your panties to everyone?” I asked very calmly, despite my mounting excitement.

“No, just people I like,” she answered.

“If you really like someone, would you let them touch your panties?” I asked. She nodded her head indicating that would be okay.

I got up from where I was sitting and sat down beside Cheryl. “Would you let me see them again?”

Cheryl immediately got to her feet, stood in front of where I was seated and slowly lifted her party dress up to her waist. What I was about to do gave me a serious rush, and I could feel my pussy get wet in a big way. “Very pretty Cheryl… can I touch your panties, sweetie?’ I asked her.

“Okay,” she whispered. The situation was almost surreal and so improbable. Here I was at age twelve, about to introduce my lover’s seven-year-old daughter to the world of lesbian sex. I was starting to think that perhaps I was not that unlike Angela, and shared her fetish for girls much younger than myself.

I took another quick look at the clock on the wall and knew it would not be long before Angela returned from the mall. It was risky, but I was too excited to pass up this opportunity. I reached around Cheryl and placed a hand on her panty-clad bum. I caressed her there as I slipped my other hand beneath her skirt. I swear, I could actually see the faint outline of her delicate little pussy lips through the crotch of her panties.

Glancing up, I saw that Cheryl’s eyes were closed, her mouth hanging slack. I placed my middle finger on her panty crotch and began to trace it gently up and down her slit. Very soon she was pushing her pelvis forward, attempting to increase the pressure of my strokes.

“It feels nice… doesn’t it baby,” I said in little more than a whisper.

“Oh, yeah, it feels really nice. Barbie. Please keep doing it,” she answered.

I was insanely aroused, but also getting panicky as time was quickly closing in on us before Angela got back home. Just a couple more minutes and I’ll stop, I thought.

Without asking, I hooked two fingers into the elastic waistband of Cheryl’s panties and lowered them about halfway down to her knees, exposing her smooth slit. Now, without any barrier, I moved my middle finger back to her opening and applied a little pressure. To my surprise and delight, she was wet there, which allowed my finger to penetrate about half an inch into her vagina.

When my finger made contact with her tiny clit, she jumped. Then I gently rubbed the little nub for not more than half a minute, and her body began to shake. I pulled Cheryl close to me, to prevent her from collapsing on the spot. Then I felt wetness on my finger as she came. It was little more than a dribble, but I couldn’t resist bringing my wet finger up to my mouth to sample the sweet nectar.

I decided not to push my luck any further, as Angela would be arriving shortly. I quickly pulled the child’s panties up and told her to hurry to the bathroom, clean herself up with a damp washcloth, then put on a clean pair of panties.

A short time later I heard the door to the apartment open and Angela appeared. “Where’s Cheryl? she asked.

“She had to go to the bathroom,” I answered.

We’d been lucky. If Angela had arrived a few minutes sooner, I would have been caught red-handed. Angela was soon ready to take Cheryl to the birthday party, and asked if I wanted to come along with her. I declined and said I would watch TV until she returned.

By then, I was so fucking hot that as soon as they left, I undid the buttons and zipper on my jeans and jilled off to an amazing orgasm. I decided not to wash my hand, knowing that Angela would want to taste my juices as soon as she returned.

I knew I wanted to play more sex games with Cheryl… and I also wanted to keep doing dirty things with Angela, my special mommy.

***

I was facing quite a challenge. The dynamics of our relationship had now changed dramatically. Both Cheryl and I were now back in school after summer vacation. More significant, however, was the fact that Cheryl had completed her ballet lessons, which meant Angela and I no longer had the hour or more alone each Saturday morning. Angela and I were as hot for one another as ever, but now we only had fleeting moments to fuck when Cheryl wasn’t there.

Complicating the situation still further was the fact that that I was hot for seven-year-old Cheryl, and whenever I was around, she kept giving me smoldering looks that made it obvious how much she wanted me. Finally, Cheryl had no idea that her mother and I were lovers, and Angela was equally unaware that I’d recently introduced her daughter to lesbian sex. It was a lot for a girl of twelve to deal with.

Most of my intimate activity with Angela was now confined to the short car rides to and from her apartment. Usually, she would briefly park in a relatively secluded spot, and after a few French kisses and fondling, we would finger fuck each other until we both got off. Other than that, our only opportunities for privacy came when Cheryl was engrossed in a TV show or talking to a friend on the phone. On these occasions, Angela would quietly slip into her bedroom and I would follow closely behind. These sessions were always brief, so neither of us ever bothered to wear panties on Saturday morning.

Then, about three weeks into the new school year, something unexpected happened. Angela had picked me up as usual just after 10:00 AM. I was extremely horny that day and had a hand under my lover’s skirt within seconds. She was very juicy, and my index finger easily penetrated her cunt.

“You’re really fucking wet today, Mommy,” I said.

“God, yes, baby doll. Mommy wants to lick your sweet little pussy so badly,” she moaned. “Maybe what we can do is this. I’ll tell Cheryl I am taking you to the mall before I drop you off. That will give us more time to be together… and we can park in a place I know where we will be very private and secure.”

“Sounds good,” I replied, bringing my juice-covered finger up to Angela’s face for her to taste.

When we arrived at the apartment and I greeted Cheryl, my mind jumped back to the time I had my hand inside her panties and was running my finger gently up and down the soft, smooth cleft of her hairless sex. I could see the desire in her eyes, and the thought of a seven-year-old girl lusting after me that strongly had my cunt on fire.

The moment was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing, and Angela went to answer it. Too busy exchanging lustful looks with Cheryl, I didn’t pay much attention until I overheard Angela tell the caller that she would be there as soon as possible.

After hanging up, she explained to Cheryl and me that her best friend Mary’s car had stalled with a dead battery. Angela was going to drive to where Mary was stranded, drive her to a service station and arrange for a tow truck to tow the car back to the service station where a new battery would be installed.

“It’ll take at least an hour,” Angela said with a sigh. “Do either one of you want to come along?”

I immediately recognized this unexpected development as an opportunity to finally get some time alone with Cheryl, so I said, “I’ll just hang out here if you don’t mind. I’ve got a bit of a headache.”

I could see that Angela was disappointed, but gave me a smile. “What about you, sweetie?”

Clearly, Cheryl also recognized this as a chance to be alone with me, because she shrugged and said, “I kinda need to get my homework done, Mom.”

Angela seemed to understand our reluctance to hang around waiting for a tow truck. “Okay, well, I’ve got to go deal with this. Sorry. I’ll pick us up a pizza on the way home.” She grabbed her purse and car keys from the kitchen counter.

Two minutes later I was alone with Cheryl. I knew what she was expecting, what she wanted. I wanted the same thing, of course, but decided to have a bit of perverse fun first.

Cheryl looked at me pleadingly; anxiously awaiting a reassuring comment. Instead, I reached for the remote. “What do you want to watch, sweetie?”

The look on her face was as revealing as anything she might have said. Her eyes were mournful, her mouth set in a pout.

I knew I was being a bitch, and decided to play nice instead. “If you don’t want to watch TV, is there something else you’d rather do?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

After a moment’s silence, she said, “Can we, um… you know, Barbie!”

“You’ll have to tell me what it is you want, sweetie,” I said.

There was another long pause while Cheryl worked up the courage to respond. Finally she blurted out, “Do you want to see my panties again?”

Now the genie was out of the bottle, so to speak. “You mean like before, when your mommy wasn’t here?” I asked.

“Yes, yes! Please Barbie, please can we do that again?”

I gave her a very serious look. “Have you told anybody about our little secret?”

“No, Barbie, remember? I promised not to tell anyone, and I always keep my promises,” she reassured me. I believed her.

“Fair enough. Then I want you to go to your bedroom, take off your t-shirt and shorts and come back to the living room with just panties on. Okay?”

There was no hesitation on her part and in less than a minute,  Cheryl reappeared dressed only in a pair of panties. Not just any pair, but the same ones she’d worn when I first made love to her. I smiled knowingly.

“Now stand in front of where I’m sitting, facing me.” She complied immediately and I spread my legs, drawing her closer to me and placed my hands on her tight little ass.

“You remember us doing this before, don’t you?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, Barbie… I loved it when you touched my thingy,” she said.

“Well, ‘thingy’ is not the right word,” I answered. “On little girls like you it’s sometimes called a kitty, and on grownups like your Mommy, it’s called a pussy, or a cunt.”

I began giving her little kisses on her forehead, her cheeks and finally on her lips. At the same time I continued to fondle her delicious little bottom.

“Cheryl… would you like me to show you how grownups kiss?” I asked her.

She tried to keep cool, but her eyes were dancing with excitement. “Okay,” she answered.

I told her to open her mouth a little when she felt my lips touch hers. When they met, I gently licked her upper lip, then gently and slowly pushed my tongue into her warm, wet little mouth. Cheryl caught on quickly and began to kiss me back.

Soon I was sucking on her tongue in the way I imagined a girl or woman would suck on a boy’s cock. She was either a natural or a fast learner because soon she was doing the same to me. By then, my pussy was really dripping.

I hooked my fingers around the waistband of Cheryl’s underpants and slowly tugged them down to her feet. She stepped out of them, and I held them to my face to drink in her scent before putting them to one side.

Placing my middle finger on her bare slit, I pushed it inside her about half an inch deep. She was incredibly wet, more that I would have expected from a child of seven. On impulse, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Cheryl’s sex while my hands caressed her bottom. I pushed my tongue between her labia and slowly drew it upward until I came in contact with her tiny clit. She shuddered, and I realized that I’d just given her a mini orgasm.

I stood up and quickly discarded my jeans. As I wasn’t wearing panties, Cheryl had her first real look at my cunt. In little more than a whisper, she said, “Can I please touch your kitty, Barbie?”

How could I deny a request like that? I took her small hand and pressed the middle finger against the opening to my vagina.

“Your kitty is really wet,” she said.

“I know sweetie, it’s because I’m so horny,” I answered.

“Horny? What does that mean?” she asked, in a voice filled with innocence.

I smiled. “It means that I really want to keep doing what we’re doing, so I can have that nice tingly feeling, just like you did a few minutes ago when I was kissing your kitty,” I answered. This explanation seemed to satisfy Cheryl’s curiosity, at least for the time being.

I moved her finger up through my swollen labia until it came in contact with my clit, which by now had become fully erect and was peeking out from its hood. I began to move her finger in a circular motion against the swollen bud, then took my hand away and told her, “Keep doing that, Cheryl.” She continued the circular motion without any further prompting from me. God, it felt incredible.

Within a short time she brought me to a very satisfying orgasm. It took a minute or two to regain my composure.

I decided it would be nice to reward Cheryl for getting me off, so I got her to lie down on the sofa and open her legs. I got down on my knees beside the child and placed one hand on her vulva, then bent forward to lick her nipples.

Even though I’d had a nice climax just moments ago, I was feeling very aroused again. I got up and sat on the edge of the sofa, which allowed me to masturbate Cheryl with one hand and finger fuck myself with the other.

I was getting close to coming all over again when I suddenly heard a noise at the entrance to the living room. I looked up, and standing there watching us was Cheryl’s mommy Angela.

I knew I was in big trouble. Many different scenarios were going through my mind, all of them bad. I fully expected Angela to start screaming and calling me all kinds of nasty names, then ordering me to get out of her house and to never come near her or Cheryl ever again. That is, if she didn’t call the police on me.

But the explosion I was expecting never happened. Instead, Angela seemed frozen on the spot, her eyes focused on me. My mind was still in overdrive, terrified about what Angela would do to me for what she had to see as a complete betrayal on my part.

I figured that she wouldn’t hurt me physically, then I realized that she couldn’t risk turning me in without incriminating herself. I was also underage, after all. If necessary, I could easily play the part of the innocent preteen who had been led down the path of debauchery by a grown-up pervert, though I prayed it would never come down to that.

The long uncomfortable silence was broken when Cheryl said, “Why did you stop, Barbie?” She had no idea that her mother had returned and was watching us.

I stared at Angela, expecting some sort of reaction — but she remained motionless and silent. Her inaction made me feel a bit more confident, and my devious nature began to emerge once again.

“Do you like what I’m doing to you, sweetie?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, it feels soooo nice, Barbie,” Cheryl answered.

“Have you ever done this with anyone else?” I asked her.

“No, but I think about doing it with other people.”

I began to finger her bare cunt again while continuing to probe her on this topic, and she confessed that she sometimes thought about having sex with her teacher, Miss Blythe.

“Anyone else?” I asked her, still looking at Angela.

“Well… there is someone else, but I don’t think I should tell you who it is,” Cheryl answered shyly.

“If you tell me, I promise to keep it a secret,” I said.

After a long hesitation she softly said, “It’s… it’s Mommy.”

This was a rather shocking confession — but I also quickly realized that a golden opportunity had just presented itself to me.

Keeping my eyes glued to Angela, I said, “Maybe your mommy would like to do it with you, too.”

Her eyes widened. “You think so? Oh, wow, that would be the best! She’s so beautiful, and I love her so much…” She gave a wistful sigh. “It prob’ly won’t ever happen, though.”

With a tilt of my head, I indicated to Angela that she should come closer. She hesitated for a moment, then began taking a series of halting steps toward us, as if she was in a trance. I glanced at Cheryl and noted that her eyes were closed.

When Angela reached the sofa, I reached out, took her hand in mine and gently pulled her into a sitting position next to me. I slowly guided her hand until it came to rest on Cheryl’s thigh. I moved closer to Angela and whispered in her ear, “Do it, Mommy. You know you want to, and Cheryl wants you to. Don’t deny yourself.”

I watched, almost mesmerized, as Angela’s hand moved slowly upward until her fingers were lightly touching her child’s smooth slit.

I leaned over and planted a deep French kiss on my older lover’s mouth. “Touch her pussy, Mommy… just like you do it to me,” I whispered.

At this point, Cheryl must have sensed something was going on. She opened her eyes, then gasped in shock. “M-Mommy… what are you doing?”

By then any inhibitions Angela may have held had vanished completely. “I want to make my baby girl feel good. Would you like that, sweetheart?” she said.

Cheryl gazed up at her mother with adoring eyes. “Oh yes, Mommy. There’s nothing I want more.”

“Would you like it if Mommy kissed your kitty?” I asked Cheryl.

“Oh yes, yes.” Tilting her head up, she gave her mother an angelic smile. “Please Mommy, kiss my kitty… that’s what Barbie did before you came home,” the child answered. “I love how that feels.”

I’d never seen Angela more turned on. Within seconds she had positioned herself between Cheryl’s legs and was going down on her little girl.

God, what a turn on it was for me to watch my lover licking the cunt of her seven-year-old daughter. As I watched, I couldn’t keep myself from masturbating. But the urge to participate in the lovemaking was too powerful to resist, so I got up and perched on the far end of the sofa.

Angela was on hands and knees, servicing her child, so I knelt behind her, reached out and pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist. I was delighted to see that, in her haste to get away to help her friend, Angela had neglected to put on panties. Within easy reach were her juicy cunt lips and her dark-rimmed asshole.

I couldn’t resist, Burying my face between Angela’s cheeks, I began to kiss and lick her anus. I’d never done that before, but was feeling especially perverted right then. This encouraged Angela to become even more aggressive in licking her little girl.

I’d fucked Angela often enough to know when she was close to coming. I licked a path from her ass crack to her clit, and within seconds she went off in a mind-blowing orgasm. Dear little Cheryl followed soon after with her own climax.

It took a few minutes for mother and daughter to come back down to earth. Angela was lying on her back with Cheryl nestled on one side of her and me on the other. A tight squeeze, but it felt lovely. I leaned over and attached my lips to one of Angela’s fat nipples. Cheryl picked up on this and began sucking on the other nipple.

“So beautiful,” Angela whispered, savoring the attention she was receiving from the two of us. She let us pleasure her for a couple of minutes, then said, “Here, let me show you two something really nice. It’s a way that we can all three make love to each other at the same time.”

Angela positioned herself with her head at the top end of the bed. Next, she instructed me to lie in the opposite direction so that my head was even with her pussy. Cheryl then was placed facing me, but with her bare slit just above her mommy’s face. With a little shifting of our respective positions, it was possible for me to lick Angela’s pussy, while Cheryl went down on me and Angela ate her daughter. We did this for a long while, occasionally reversing direction, until Angela and I had both come twice and Cheryl had added another orgasm to her total.

In the weeks that followed, this became one of our favorite ways of fucking. And we did continue to fuck, regularly.

After that eventful Saturday morning, my visits were no longer fraught with problems, like trying to sneak a few brief moments with Angela while Cheryl was occupied with something else. My lover’s child was now a full participant in our sex play. She is now a preteen of twelve, and we are all still involved in this beautiful three-way relationship.

The End

by MsBev

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2005 }

The light of the nearly full moon filters softly in through my frost-covered bedroom window, sending eerie shadows dancing across the walls. As I lie nestled in my warm bed, I watch them swirl around in wild gyrations as if they were performers on stage. They dip and decline, then arch and pirouette in their dance as if choreographed in some elaborate ballet. I am intrigued by the movement, the subtle ways in which they entice me to continue watching them.

My concentration is reluctantly broken as I hear the muffled sound of a car passing along the snow-covered street just beyond my home, then listen carefully as it fades quietly into the distance. I wonder if the driver, coming home late from a job in town, is in a hurried rush to be with loved ones. Or perhaps it is a group of teenagers who stayed too late at a club and are trying to arrive home before their angry parents find them missing from their beds.

As the sound fades, my attention is drawn past the window to the winter-bare branches of the tree that stands just outside. I watch as the darkened branches move and sway in the bitterly cold wind and wonder how it will survive the frigid temperatures that threaten it every year. But it will. I know that because it has done so every year. No matter how cold it becomes in the winter, the tree will bud with new life in the warm spring air.

Absently pulling the warm, down-filled comforter up around my bare shoulders, I smile as I think about what we will be doing in the springtime, once the snow is gone and the grass is vibrant with new life, as are all the leaves on the trees, turning everything into a wild pallet of greens and yellows. Perhaps we will spend time at the park or the beach. Ah, the beach — it’s always lovely when we can explore the shoreline in the spring. There are new and unusual things to find that have become buried in the sandy soil over the course of the cold winter months.

Yes, that’s what we’ll do. We’ll go to the beach, as soon as the warm spring air melts away the last of the blanket of snow that’s covered us for months.

My inner musings dissolve as the door to the room is opened slowly to reveal the young girl of nine standing in the doorway. She is silhouetted in the soft light from the hall, allowing me to see the outline of her body through her nightgown as it falls close to her bare feet. Her long blond hair, tousled about her head, makes her look so innocent as she stands there quietly, waiting. She looks over at me, her eyes pleading for me to give her passage into the safe haven of my bed.

I motion softly to her with a wave of my hand. Even in this dim light, she can see the smile on my face as I pull the blankets aside and beckon her to join me under their warmth.

Quickly shedding her nightgown, she quickly crawls in beside me. I wrap the heavy blanket down around her and pull her naked body into mine. Bending my head slightly, I place just a whisper of a kiss onto her head and inhale deeply the scent of her hair. She smells like warmed cinnamon and apples—fresh and clean.

Her breath is warm against my bare breasts as she wraps an arm around me, pulling herself nearer. I chuckle a little to myself as I wonder if she thinks she can get any closer than we already are. Smiling, I place my lips once more to her spun-gold hair… and she responds by gently kissing me between my breasts. Her lips are so soft, so gentle at first that I almost don’t feel them. Then she kisses me there once more… and I know.

I know what my little girl wants. I let her lead… I almost always do, at first. She often comes to my bed late at night like this when she can not sleep. She is restless, the physical need to be with me burning in her. And with her naked body pressed tightly into mine, I begin to feel my own heat rising.

She looks up at me, searching my eyes for permission. I give her a loving smile, telling her without words that she can continue her exploration. Her hand moves slowly now, down over my back to rest momentarily near the curve of my lower spine. Then gently, she slides it around and brings it up to cup one of my breasts.

A soft thumb begins to brush my nipple, teasing it to stiffness so quickly that it almost surprises me. Shifting my position so that I am lying on my back, I give her easier access to my body. She slowly curls her own body around mine, both her hands on my breasts now.

She enjoys the sensations she causes in me, her ability to make me shiver with a single touch. I know somehow that she is smiling as she lowers her face to my chest, her lips and her tongue lightly tracing the curve of my breasts.

As she explores my body, my own hands begin to move over her sweet skin. She is so tender and petite that I can wrap my arms completely around her. Slipping my hands down to her rounded bottom, I pull her up just a little so that my knee can slide in between her slender legs. She opens them easily for me and rests her smooth vulva against my thigh.

Her mouth opens to cover one of my nipples as her teeth gently close on the aching tip, reflexively sending my head back and my body arching upwards. Her teeth bite down harder now as she flicks my nipple with the tip of her tongue. She knows how much I enjoy this torment, this sweet pain disguised as pleasure, and she is always willing to give me what I need.

My thigh presses upward, pushing harder against her mound as I feel her part her legs further for me. She presses the smoothness of her sex against my thigh, rubbing herself against me in a slow, steady grind. I know what she wants, what she needs, but I make her wait. I want her hunger, her desire to build. The more impatient she is for my loving, the more forceful she will become with me… and that is what I crave from my sweet child most of all.

As her mouth and tongue take turns pleasuring each nipple, I feel her free hand begin a downward slide over my belly. She stops to lightly tease the soft down between my legs. Tickling me, teasing me with her little-girl fingers. I am dripping wet already from her loving attentions… though it never really takes long for her to build this reaction in me. Sliding my legs farther apart to open my cunt for her, I know where she is heading.

My own hands glide over her soft, smooth skin. Sliding one hand beneath her petite body, I slip one finger between her sticky labia… and into her childish body. She moans into my breasts, and I smile as she presses her hips harder against my intruding hand. I love her reactions to my touch — so pure, so instinctive as she begins to rotate her hips hard against me.

She knows that the time for teasing is over. Beginning with two fingers, she pushes them deep into my cunt, sending my body bucking against the bed. My back arches again as I feel her slide another tiny finger into me… then another. A low moaning sound fills the room, and I realize that it is issuing from my own throat. My knees draw up quickly and my thighs fold-out even further when she tucks her thumb into the palm of her hand and pushes her fist into my vagina.

My concentration on her is almost lost in the overwhelming force of her little hand inside of me. I am panting now, my breath coming shallow and rapid as she flexes and pumps into me, one deep, agonizing, delicious stroke at a time.

Needing to reciprocate the pleasure my little girl is giving me, I brush my fingertip against her pudenda, then wriggle it into her now dewy slit as she rocks harder into me.

As I slowly penetrate her, my finger pushing deeper, I feel her warm breath against my skin, coming in a quick, rapid pattern. She gasps, losing her connection to my nipple… and I pull her head back down to me, feeding her my breast. I need to feel her bite down on my nipple as her fist works deeper inside my own open cunt.

She is learning to deal with both things at once now… her own pleasures and those of her lover. I add another finger to my probing of her girlish sex, curving them inside her.

Her hips press hard against me now as she begins a steady grind. Her teeth bite down hard against my nipple as her fingers begin to pinch and twist the other one. Her little fist is now buried deep in me, turning and flexing in the depths of my vagina, sending spasms through my helpless body. I can feel her knuckles scraping the inner walls of my cunt as she fucks me with her hand — hard and deep, the way I love it. The way I taught her.

My own fingers press into her baby-smooth vagina, opening her up just a bit. I love to do this, to fuck her until she screams from the ecstasy of it. She is pounding her hips harder against me now and I can tell she is about to come. I twist my fingers inside her, just as she does with her fist in me. Her mouth releases my aching nipple, her face tilts up to mine. Our eyes meet for the briefest of moments, and then we are kissing passionately, her little tongue darting between my lips. My tongue welcomes hers, emerging to join the dance of love — of lust.

And then we are both moaning into each other’s mouths as our bodies simultaneously begin to shudder and quake in their orgasmic release. I hear her cry out as she comes, her back arched as she thrusts her pelvis down onto my fingers, forcing them in even deeper. My own cunt is convulsing deep within as I come against her little fist.

Our breathing slowly returns to normal as I slide my fingers from her, her own hand slowly leaving my cunt with a wet sound. She gazes dreamily into my eyes, bringing her glistening hand to her mouth, then sucks a sticky finger into her mouth, purring contentedly as she savors the taste of my pussy.

She sighs when she is finished with her treat and snuggles into me… and I wrap both arms around her, holding her close. I love to feel my baby’s heartbeat against mine after this, to know that we have satisfied each other, to relish in the warmth of her next to me, and to know that our loving will continue on another day.

Before we drift off to sleep, I hear her sleepy voice murmur, “Mommy?’

“What, Angel?”

“I love you.”

The End

by Ebo

Frustrated.

That was the one word that summed up Dana’s frame of mind as she sat on her bed with her back against her headboard. At the moment, she was mostly frustrated by the blinking cursor on the blank word document she had opened on Penny’s old laptop, but there was more to her frustration than that. She didn’t want to think about the other reason she felt stymied because it was the main reason she hasn’t even been able to produce a single sentence for her new story. Her mind kept wanting to wander and she couldn’t focus on thinking up a plotline.

She stared at the blank page a moment longer, then sighed and closed it out. She wasn’t going to get any writing down tonight.

She opened her email, saw the unread message from Penny. The mouse pointer hovered over the message for a second, then she changed her mind. Closing out her email without reading the message, she shoved her computer under her bed.

In the dark, she stared at the wall across from her and could just make out the shape of her TV. She thought about turning it on, finding something to distract her, but she doubted anything worth watching was on this time of night. Still, any distraction from her thoughts would be a good thing. She didn’t reach for the remote.

With nothing better to do, she let her mind turn to her father, the real source of her frustration. He had come back from his trip with some incredible news. The account he had been slaving over had finally closed, and he had received a huge bonus. Like six figures worth of bonus. He had taken them out to dinner to apologize for all the time he had been spending at the office and for neglecting his family. He promised to make it up to them.

Dana had been elated at the time, thought she had her father back. He had started spending time with her, again. Well, as much as a thirteen-year-old girl wanted to spend with her father. At least he wasn’t dialing it in anymore.

It wasn’t until he started coming home on time every day and spending his evenings with her and Penny that she began to see the downside of his closing the account. He was always around, so she couldn’t get any alone time with her stepmother. Which meant she wasn’t getting any.

For the first thirteen years of her life, she hadn’t realized what she had been missing, but after that magical three days with Penny, she longed to be back in the woman’s arms, to feel Penny’s body moving against hers. Craved it.

Worse, he had shown up with flowers a few times and taken Penny out to dinner. Dana never thought she’d be jealous of her father, but seeing Penny all dressed up and on his arm made her green enough to put a pine tree to shame.

She kind of felt bad about it, but she almost wished her father would go back to neglecting them. It was weird, but she was annoyed that he was being a good husband and father. Mostly because she was horny all the time now, and had no outlet for her pent up frustration. She really didn’t want him to go back to spending all his time at the office, just wanted a chance every now and then to lie down with Penny.

Making matters worse, Penny was always around. Just right there, but she might as well be miles away. The more time passed, the more beautiful her stepmother became. It was torture, seeing her look so good. Her legs seemed longer, more shapely; her backside rounder and tighter; her breasts fuller. Dana caught herself staring at the woman more than once, and it was only pure dumb luck her father hadn’t caught her yet.

Sighing, Dana shook her head. She was a horny, sexually frustrated mess. Worse, it was almost two in the morning and she had school tomorrow. She needed to get to sleep, but was wide awake.

Dana moved lower on the bed, put her head on the pillow and pulled the covers over her. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. It had been a long day and she hadn’t slept well the last couple of days, yet she couldn’t fall asleep. She tossed and turned and couldn’t get comfortable.

Sighing, she gave up. Fishing the laptop from under the bed, she opened it, wincing as the sudden glare stung her eyes. After she adjusted, Dana opened Penny’s email:

Hey Kiddo,

I know we haven’t had much time together since your father came back from his trip. I feel your eyes on me sometimes and miss that weekend we had. Sometimes I think about sneaking out when your father falls asleep to be with you, but he’s such a light sleeper. I doubt either one of us could keep quiet enough. At least, I know I couldn’t. I get too excited when I’m with you to be quiet.

So, I have to close my eyes and fantasize. I always see you in the little black dress I bought for you, your hair pulled up. You looked so sexy in that dress. My heart always beats a little faster when I think about you wearing those heels, how lovely your legs looked…

Maybe you could send me a picture… Something to refresh my memory? -Love, Penny

Dana had to smile at the request. The smile widened as another thought popped into her head. She might surprise her stepmother with more than just a photo of her in the dress. She wonder what Penny would think if she sent her something a bit more x-rated. A shiver of excitement worked up her spine, just thinking about taking some very revealing photos and sending them to Penny. If only she could be there to see her reaction when she opened them. Grinning, she decided to do it tomorrow, assuming she didn’t chicken out between now and then.

Thinking about what Penny had said in her email about sneaking out to be with her, Dana got the first stirrings of an idea for a story. She had meant to send Penny a reply email, but the idea took hold of her attention and wouldn’t let go. For the first time all night, Dana felt like she could write. Maybe not a story to share with Leslita, like she’d intended to work on, but one just for Penny’s eyes.

She closed out her email account, then opened a Word document. She stared at the blinking cursor that had mocked her earlier, but this time she had no problem finding the words to make it move. She typed:

On padded feet, I crept down the upstairs hallway to the closed door of the master suite. Taking a deep breath and holding it, I put my hand on the knob and twisted. The door opened silently, thanks to the WD40 I used on the hinges earlier, and I let out my pent up breath in a sigh of relief. So far, the plan was right on track, but that had been the easy part. What came next was where the night could go sideways in a hurry. Pausing in the hallway, I took a minute to gather my courage, get my racing heartbeat under some semblance of control.

Peering through the open door, I saw the darkness in the bedroom was ruined by the glowing green numerals on the alarm clock. I could just make out the bed and the other furniture, but not much else. I moved slowly so I didn’t bump into anything. Nothing ruined a stealth mission like this one like barking your foot on something in the middle of the floor or, even worse, bumping into something and sending it crashing to the floor. It seemed to take forever but I finally made it around the bed to my stepmother’s side without raising a cacaphony.

I had been silent as a jungle cat on the prowl, the two people sleeping in the bed in front of me oblivious of my presence. Once again, I thought ‘so far, so good’.

Sinking to my knees, I found my stepmother’s shoulder in the gloom and gently shook it. She started awake and I put my finger to her lips to keep her from speaking. I could see the question in her eyes as they found me in the gloom. I was relieved when she didn’t speak, sensing that I wanted her to stay quiet. I leaned in and kissed her, just a quick brush of my lips against hers.

Whispering in her ear, I said, “Come with me.”

She glanced over her shoulder at my father, who was asleep on his side and snoring lightly, then turned back to me. Smiling, I offered her my hand. She hesitated, took it, then eased out of bed without disturbing her husband.

I couldn’t resist pulling her against me and kissing her deeply. As my hands roamed over her back and down to her buttocks, I realized that she was very naked. I thrilled to the feel of her smooth skin under my fingertips.

Finally breaking the kiss, she whispered in my ear, “What are you doing here? What if your father wakes up?”

“Grab your robe,” I said, smiling at her, “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise,” she parroted. Maybe she saw my smile or her curiosity got the better of her, but she fumbled in the dark for her robe, slipped into it. Tightening the belt around her waist, she turned back to me, gave me an expectant look.

I offered my hand again and she took it. Leading her through the quiet house, I felt my pulse quicken with excitement. This was really happening. When the idea first entered my mind, it had been a nice little fantasy, a distraction. As more time passed, it stopped being just a fantasy and I started working out the logistics of it. When I realized it was actually possible, it became an obsession. Then tonight…

Dana took a second to collect herself before continuing with the story. It was coming to the good part and her hands were already shaking a little. A pleasant heat blossomed between her thighs, thinking about what was about to happen in the story. Grinning, she started typing again:

“Where are we going?” my stepmother asked, her voice still low even though we were passing through the kitchen and well out of earshot of my father.

“You’ll see,” I said, holding back the nervous giggle that wanted to escape. Opening the backdoor, I led her out onto the deck. And there it was, my little surprise.

She laughed and pulled me into her arms when she saw the flickering candles around the deck chair, the bottle of wine with two glasses on a small table next to the lounger. She kissed me then, and I felt a little dizzy with need. It had been so long since I’d tasted her kiss, felt her arms around me.

“Oh, kiddo,” she said, smiling at me, “this is such a bad idea.”

“I know,” I said, sighing, “but I’ve missed you so much. I had to do something.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” she said, letting go of me and padding over to the lounger. The way she moved with such unstudied grace caught my attention. I watched as she stretched out on the chair, motioned for me to join her. How I wanted to go to her then, to be pulled into her arms and see where the night would lead from there.

Instead, I made myself go to the table, pouring us each a glass of wine. Handing one to my stepmother, I stretched out next to her. The first sip of wine set a pleasant warmth in my belly and helped ward off the chilly night air. My stepmother’s body pressing against my flank helped, too.

“A toast,” I said, holding up my glass, “to bad ideas.”

“Too bad ideas,” she said, laughing and clinking her glass to mine. After a sip of wine, she kissed me, deeply. Breaking the kiss, she rolled onto her back and looked up at the starry sky. She had a smile on her face when she turned back to me and said, “The wine… the stars above… the candles… this is kind of romantic.”

“Just trying to set the mood,” I said, grinning at her.

Then her lips were pressed to mine and I let her into my mouth. I could taste the wine on her breath. Her kiss was more intoxicating than the red liquid in my glass. More addicting, too. I couldn’t get enough.

My fingers found the knot in her robe, undoing it. She looked at me with those eyes, those beautiful eyes of hers as the robe fell open. My eyes fell to her lovely body, made even more so by the soft caress of the candlelight on her bare skin. She looked so soft and inviting lying there that I couldn’t keep my hands off her. They wanted to know her the way the flickering candle did.

Her hands were under my t-shirt, her touch setting a fire between my thighs. It only burned hotter as she urged me to raise my hands up so she could remove the shirt completely and toss it aside. Her lips found my straining nipple and teased it until my back arched and I couldn’t hold in the groan that wanted to rip its way from me. She moved to the other nipple, wrenching another groan from me.

She moved lower on the lounger, then her fingers were in the waistband of my panties. I lifted my backside up from the cushion and she slipped them down and off. I shivered, but not from the cold. It was kind of thrilling, being naked outside. The glowing candles in the dark were like a beacon, would draw anyone’s attention if they noticed them. I shivered again at the thought of getting caught.

My stepmother spread my legs wide, moving between them. I bit my lip as she teased my bud with her thumb, then lowered her mouth to my girlhood. The hot, wet flick of her tongue sent pleasure working its way through my body. It felt too good to keep quiet, and another moan slipped from me. It mingled with the serrations of the crickets, then was gone, only to be replaced as another one was teased from me.

Time passing had dulled the memory of how good this felt, but my stepmother’s able tongue brought it all back to me. The weekend we had spent together in my bedroom, all the ‘research’ we had done… I smiled up at the moon at the memory of lying with her that first time. Then the second time, and the third, and the fourth…

We might have overdone it that first time. I was sore on Monday morning, but it was a good kind of sore, made me smile every time it reminded me why I was uncomfortable.

My stepmother was making it difficult to reminisce, her tongue on my bud demanding my attention. My hips were undulating on their own, pushing my girlhood against her mouth. She rolled her eyes up at me and I saw the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. It was kind of sexy, knowing she liked what she was doing to me almost as much as I was enjoying it…

Dana had to stop for a second, her hands were trembling so much. The heat between her thighs was almost unbearable, she was so turned on by this story. Shaking it off, she got herself under control enough that she could continue writing.

…my body was writhing on the lounger, driven into a frenzy by my stepmother’s caressing tongue. It had a mind of its own and I couldn’t control it, not anymore. All I could do was hold on for dear life. My knuckles were white as I squeezed the chair arms hard enough to leave indentations in the molded plastic.

Already I felt my body gathering tension unto itself, my stomach tightening and relaxing. My cries were no longer drowned out by the insects. I was getting loud, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. She had me in the throes of ecstasy, ready to topple me over into bliss. Then she did just that, one last cry cut off as my body shook. Then I felt light as a feather on a breeze, my body alive with wonderful sensations. I felt like I was drifting, drifting…

I was brought back as my stepmother’s weight settled beside me. I turned into her, kissed her deeply…

Dana had to stop again. Her hands were shaking so badly that she kept hitting the wrong keys, her feverish thoughts moving faster than she could type. She reread what she’d written, saw a bunch of misspelled words and some missing altogether. Proofreading the scene only made her more aroused.

Her hand slipped from the keyboard and onto the crotch of the panties she wore. She had to laugh at how wet the thin cotton had become. The story had her so excited that she sighed at the gentlest brushing of her fingertips. When she put pressure on her bud, it forced a moan from her parted lips.

Pulling her panties off, she tossed them aside, then that hand slipped between her thighs again. Closing her eyes, she let the story play out in her head. It didn’t end with Penny and Dana kissing, but continued to play out in her private darkness. Her fingers worked feverishly as she saw herself roll Penny onto her back and spread her legs wide so she could lie between them.

The rest of the story seemed to write itself as the fantasy played out in her mind’s eye…

…In the silver light of the moon and the flickering orange light of the candles, her womanhood was a tempting sight, looked as sweet as any peach. I nuzzled the soft folds with my nose, inhaled her musky scent, then left little kisses on those blushing lips. She sighed as my lips found her bud, the flick of my tongue making her hips jerk.

She said my name in a breathy whisper, her fingers in my hair. I loved when she said my name like that, loved the way her hand slipped behind my head to encourage me. Her excitement only stoked my own.

My hands roamed freely as I returned the favor for what she’d done for me. They found her lean body fascinating, couldn’t get enough of her. She was so lovely, perfect. I could feel the flex of her muscles under the skin as her body began to writhe under my attention.

Her fingers tightened in my hair as what I was doing to her had her moaning and sighing. Smiling, I rolled my eyes up at her. Her face was pulled into a rictus of pleasure, her mouth slack. Her eyes were closed as she basked in the lovely sensations I was awakening inside of her…

Dana’s was biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to keep quiet. Her fingers mashed her clit in a frenzy, moving so fast that they were almost a blur. Her hips were bucking wildly, her stomach tightening. With her eyes squeezed tightly closed, she let the fantasy continue to play as she pushed herself closer and closer towards an orgasm…

…I felt her body begin to gather tension, knew she was about to come. I didn’t let up, used my mouth to finish her off. With a sharp cry, she came in my face. Her whole body stiffened, lifted up from the lounger. Then all the tension Penny had built up fled her all at once and she collapsed to the chair, a trembling mess…

Dana gasped as her own body locked up, thighs clenching on her hand. Her orgasm shook her loose and she sat there panting for breath. Brushing her hair from her sweaty forehead, she leaned back against the headboard, sighing contentedly.

Eventually, she looked at the laptop, at the half-finished story. Glancing at her alarm clock, she saw it was already ridiculously late. Shaking her head, she said, “Might as well finish it.”

She hurriedly typed out the vision that had played in her head, put her little fantasy onto paper before it could fade from memory. She came to the part where her own orgasm had derailed her train of thought, then grinned as she thought of the perfect way to end the story:

…I stretched out beside her and I am welcomed into her arms. I laid my head on her shoulder and let my eyes close. I heard her breathing slowly and knew she had fallen asleep. Smiling, I let the darkness come up and take me, too…

Dana had to smile at that ending. She had loved the couple of nights she’d spent with Penny, falling asleep with the woman’s arms wrapped around her. She was a little jealous of the character in her story, wished Penny was here now. She ached to be in her stepmother’s arms again.

She saved her document, then closed out the program. Turning off the laptop, she shoved it under the bed. She got under the covers, pulled them tightly around her. Closing her eyes, she imagined Penny holding her. She was smiling as she drifted off to sleep.

***

Stepping off the bus, Dana saw her father’s car in the driveway and shook her head. She really hoped that he got a new account to slave over soon. Going inside, she found him sitting on the couch. A bunch of papers were spread out in front of him and he was typing away on his laptop. Dana’s heart started beating a little faster when she saw the mess.

Had it finally happened? Had he started a new account?

“Hi, Dad,” she said.

“Hey, sweetie,” he said, looking up and smiling at her.

“New account?” she asked, holding her breath.

“This?” he said, noticing his mess. “No, no. I’m just paying the bills.”

“Oh,” she said, then hoped he didn’t notice the disappointment in her voice. “Have fun with that.”

She left her father to his bills, heading upstairs to change. No sooner did she step through the door, that she noticed something out of place. She wasn’t particularly anal about how she kept her room, but it was so glaringly obvious, she couldn’t have missed it.

One of her pillows had been moved to the center of the bed and she hadn’t left it like that. Frowning, she closed the door and went to it. She lifted it up and saw a gift-wrapped oblong box had been hidden underneath. Picking it up, she read the little note attached:

Merry Christmas from Santa.

She knew it wasn’t from the jolly old elf, but from a sexy stepmother. Dana could guess what was inside by the shape of the box and the fact her stepmother had hidden it, but tore the wrapping off in a hurry, anyway.

Sure enough, it was a vibrator, a green one if the picture on the box was accurate. Green was her favorite color. She opened it and saw that the toy was indeed green.

Stuffing the box back under the pillow, she ran downstairs to find Penny. She found her in the laundry nook, folding towels. She wore jeans and a t-shirt, but still managed to look amazing standing there.

Dana wrapped her arms around the woman from behind, hugged her tightly. She had caught her stepmother off guard, but Penny recovered and said, “I take it you found the gift.”

“Thanks,” Dana said, laughing.

Penny laughed and said, “You’re welcome.”

Her stepmother was warm and soft in her arms, and she didn’t want to let her go. She could smell her shampoo and the floral scent of the fabric softener on her shirt. She sighed, wished she could take Penny’s hand and lead her upstairs.

“I can’t wait to try it out,” Dana said, releasing the woman. She looked over her shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, then gave her stepmother a deep, lingering kiss. She was grinning when she finally pulled back, said, “Sorry. Had to do that.”

“Wow,” Penny said, looking a little dazed by the kiss. She gave Dana a warm smile, said, “I should buy you gifts more often.”

“Oh, hey,” Dana said, thinking of something, “check your email later. I’m sending you a few things.”

“Oh?” Penny asked, raising her eyebrows questioningly.

“Just don’t open them when Dad’s around,” Dana said, winking. She left with that little bomb dropped, feeling Penny looking after her.

Dana was grinning as she headed back upstairs. She had put herself back in Penny’s head, where she wanted to stay.

Closing the door behind her, she went to her desk, digging through the drawers until she found her digital camera. She turned it on, letting it startup while she stripped out of her school clothes. Naked save for her panties, she figured out how to set the timer on the camera, then set it up facing her closet door. She checked the viewfinder, saw that as long as she was in front of the door, she’d be in the frame.

She giggled excitedly as the panties came off, too. Pushing the button to start the timer, she ran to her spot. She saw the red LED on her camera blinking, scrambled to find a pose. She wanted to kick herself for not thinking of one ahead of time. Not knowing what else to do, she put her hands on her hips, tried to imitate every supermodel she’d ever seen in a magazine. No sooner had she struck the pose did the flash go off. She had been looking right at it and spent a minute blinking at the little blue and green dots dancing in front of her eyes.

Going to the camera, she pulled up the picture she had just taken. It wasn’t bad, definitely showed off her body. Still, she wanted something a little… more. She decided to try a few poses in the mirror before taking another shot.

Stepping in front of the mirror, she twisted her body this way and that, trying to find something that would get Penny excited. She just couldn’t seem to summon the confidence supermodels seemed to exude. Her breasts were just too small, her hips too narrow and her legs a little too skinny. At least those were her thoughts as she tried pose after pose.

Then she stopped and thought about it for a moment. She was being too hard on herself, overthinking it. It was pretty obvious Penny found her attractive in spite of her skinny legs, narrow hips or small breasts. Or maybe because of them. That made her grin, made her feel sexy, desirable.

“She likes me the way I am,” Dana said, still smiling at her reflection.

She went back to the camera, hit the button to start the timer. She moved confidently to her spot in front of the door. Turning her back to the camera, she peeked back over her shoulder at it. She turned her body so one of her breasts would be visible, then put her sexiest smile on her lips. Learning from her first photo, she didn’t look directly at the flash.

When the flash went off, she ran over to check the image. She was pleasantly surprised to see that it was a really good picture. It made her feel sexy, looking at it. Her confidence restored, she set the timer again.

She put an arm across her breasts and a hand between her legs in a pose of false modesty, gave the camera a serious look she hoped would be sexy. She had always liked this pose when she saw it online, thought it was erotic. She didn’t know if she was pulling it off or not, but hoped she was.

The flash went off and she went to the camera, checked the picture. She giggled when she saw it, decided that Penny would love it. She thought she’d managed to nail the subtlety of the pose.

Dana took three more pictures, using a different pose in each. There was a clock ticking in her head, and she soon decided that she’d pushed her luck about as far as she dared. She didn’t want to get caught standing around without anything on. She didn’t have a good reason to be naked at four-thirty in the afternoon.

Slipping into some yoga pants and a t-shirt, she turned off her camera and put it up in the drawer. She’d use her data cable to transfer the pictures to an email to send to Penny after everyone was in bed.

She had a lot of time to kill until then, so she plopped down on her bed, putting her back to her headboard. Glancing at the door, she pulled her new vibrator from under the pillow. It was shiny and bright in her hand and she wished she could try it out right now. Taking the pictures for Penny had been kind of exciting, and she thought it would be nice to feel its tip vibrating against her bud. Sighing, she knew she couldn’t.

Still, she turned the knob and it came buzzing to life. Grinning, she realized Penny had already put batteries in it for her.

Turning it off, she giggled and said out loud, “How thoughtful.”

***

Glancing at her alarm clock, Dana finally felt comfortable with pulling her laptop out of its hiding place. She dug it out, then got her digital camera. Sitting on her bed, she booted up both devices, then connected them with her transfer cable. She got a naughty shiver working up her spine as she opened her email account. She attached the five photos she’d taken earlier, plus the story she’d written last night. Dana figured that would keep Penny entertained for a while.

Grinning, she wrote a quick message:

Hey,

Just a couple of things for your eyes only. If you should feel the urge, I wouldn’t mind a couple in return. I miss seeing you naked. – Love, Dana

Sending the email, she wondered if Penny would see it tonight and what she would think of the photos. Then she wondered if she’d actually send something in return. Dana hadn’t been joking when she said she missed seeing her stepmother naked.

Setting the laptop aside, she got up and went to her dresser. She pulled the bottom drawer all the way out and set it aside. Reaching into the void it left, Dana felt around until she found her new toy. She put the drawer back in place, then walked over to her bed. Turning the vibrator on its highest setting, she tossed it on the mattress, then went to her bedroom door. She stepped out into the hallway, then closed the door behind her. She held her breath and listened intently. Even listening for it, she couldn’t hear the buzzing of the vibrator.

Grinning, she went back into her room and slipped out of her panties, then crawled onto the bed. Pulling her laptop close, she opened her saved videos. Since she learned Penny had an account on her favorite porn site, she’d downloaded a bunch of her favorite scenes. Scanning through the list of titles, she didn’t see anything that jumped out at her. She closed out the folder then went to the site itself. As usual, she typed ‘stepmother/stepdaughter’ in the search bar. She grinned when she saw a few she didn’t recognize.

Clicking on the first one, she picked up the vibrator, turned it back to the lowest setting. She hadn’t been able to hear it on high out in the hallway, she still didn’t want to try her luck. Besides, the low setting seemed like it would be more than enough.

The video started and she pressed the vibrator against her bud, shivering as the buzzing worked through her body. Her eyes turned to the laptop and she watched the video with interest. She was excited to see that it was a role-playing scene. She liked the ones where the actors pretended to really be mother and daughter. The awkward beginning, then the slow build-up of excitement and the ultimate surrender were all very erotic.

She had written several stories along the same lines, where the stepmother would seduce the stepdaughter or, in two of her stories, the other way around. It was a plotline she liked to explore, the blurring of the lines between parent and lover. The fact that her own relationship with her stepmother mirrored those stories only made them more thrilling.

Her new toy was doing wonderful things to her, the vibrations so strong she swore she could feel them all through her body and not just against her bud. Biting her lip to hold back the moans that wanted to escape, she made a mental note to thank Penny again.

As her hips began to move, she never looked away from the screen. The scene had progressed from the story part to the sex part, the characters’ clothing rapidly disappearing. While the teen had a nice, tight body, it was the stepmother who really drew her attention. She had that same lithe and lean cut to her figure that Penny did.

Shaking her head, Dana thought, So I have a thing for older women. Never mind that the teen is technically an ‘older woman’, too.

She had to turn the sound down as the two on the screen started to really get into it, but Dana still left it as high as she dared. She liked to hear the breathy excitement, the moans and the sighs, the words of encouragement or affection. There was just something sexy and intimate about the sounds of lovemaking.

The older woman moved atop the teen, straddling her hip. Dana’s pulse quickened as she realized what was about to happen. She loved tribbing scenes, loved the tangle of two bodies as they flexed and ground against each other. There was just something sensual about it, almost artistic. Like a beautiful dance.

The vibrator was making it hard to keep quiet. Her own little noises of enjoyment were drowning out the sounds the women on the screen were making. She was trying to keep her voice down, but just couldn’t anymore.

She felt the first stirrings of an orgasm as it came awake in her young body. Like an animal awakened from hibernation, it raged through her. The climax had its way, then left her a trembling, gasping mess. The vibrator fell from her slack fingers. Closing her eyes, she basked in the lovely feeling of her post-orgasmic body, reveled in the sensation.

After a moment, she found the buzzing toy, turned it off. She turned to her laptop, clicked on the ‘download’ button under the video. Grinning, she thought, Another good one for the collection.

For a second, she wondered if very many thirteen-year-old girls had porn collections. She kind of doubted it. Sex was slowly finding its way into conversations at school, but she still figured she was way ahead of the curve.

Wondering if Penny had checked her email, yet, she opened her email, saw she had a new message from Penny. Grinning, she opened it and read:

Wow. I don’t know what else to say. The story was amazing, so hot. And the photos… God, you are so beautiful and sexy. Did I ever tell you that? Such a lovely young woman you are becoming. I could sit here and look at your picture for hours, but I should get back to bed before your father notices I’m gone. I’m sure I’ll have very pleasant dreams tonight, visions of frolicking on the back deck in my head. -Love, Penny

Smiling, Dana clicked in the Reply box and typed:

You are welcome. You owe me a sexy story and some naughty photos in return, if you want some more from me.

This way to Chapter Seven!

by Regina A

It’s a long, impossible day at work, and my boss Kathy seems hellbent on playing the bitch with me. But I behave myself, and by the end of the day even earn a grudging compliment from her. She even lets me go early!

I look again at the directions that Mary e-mailed me. Looks easy enough, although traffic is a nightmare. But finally, I reach the exit on 66 and make my way to her street. I look around as I pull up in front of her house. Hmmm, it’s a nice area.

Quickly, I check my makeup, wishing I’d put something sexier on that morning; I’ve got on gray slacks and a white blouse. Certainly nothing special. But I’ve a strong suspicion that I won’t be wearing clothes for long.

I try not to run up the walkway, and ring the bell. In seconds, I see Mary’s face peeking through the side window, and then she’s opening the door. I catch a glimpse of the short, floral-pattern kimono she’s wearing, but then she pulls me inside and we are kissing. It’s a very hungry kiss, and it goes on for a while. I finally pull shakily away, gazing into her grinning face. Then she leans forward and kisses me again, and I yield to her completely.

I feel her fingers fumbling at the button on my slacks, then the zipper descends and her hands are pushing down the front of my panties. Her fingers find my wet slit and begin to fondle me furiously.

“Ooooohhhhhhh,” comes from my throat, or something to that effect. It’s been way too long since someone did this to me and she knows just where to touch. I look at her and she’s grinning.

“I want you to come for me, baby. Just let it go. I can tell you want to. We’ll take things slow after that.”

I realize that I’ve been holding back, not wanting to be selfish in my pleasure, but Mary’s given me the permission I need. I lean against her for support, spreading my legs so that she can curl her fingers and thrust them inside me. It only takes a few seconds and then I am coming, screaming with joyous release as she continues to knead my pussy.

I’m weak in the knees, and she senses that. She helps ease me down to the plush carpet, and I lie there, totally spent, as she skins off my pants and panties. Weakly, I manage to unbutton my blouse as she stands over me like an Amazon warrior. Then she undoes the sash on her kimono and lets it fall open, and I gasp as I look up at her.

Mary’s beautiful, that’s my first thought, but not in a conventional sense. There are certain women who just have something about them. I don’t know how to describe it exactly. She’s a bit too plump, I suppose, to fit society’s screwed up notions of honest beauty, her bottom a little too round and full, her breasts not quite in proportion to the rest of her but capped by those puffy nipples. Mostly what I think as I’m gazing up at her from the floor is, this woman’s body is built for sex.

She leaves the silk kimono on but open, and then kneels and sits on my belly, sliding around a bit so I can feel how wet she is. She helps peel off my blouse and bra and then gives me a soulful look, gazing deep and serious into my eyes as she takes hold of my nipples. I groan as she begins to roll them between her thumb and forefinger.

“Remember what I wanted to do this morning?” she asks. At this moment, I don’t, but I am mesmerized by her. I just nod. She leans down and captures my left nipple in her mouth.

“Ahhhhhh,” I hear myself moan, as I feel her working it stiff with her teeth and lips. She stretches the nipple taut, then holds it somehow with her lips while using just the end of her tongue rapidly on the sensitive end of the tender nub. It feels unbelievably good. She does the same with the other.

“God, I want you,” I hear her murmur, and the feeling is mutual. Dimly, I’m aware of a turning of legs and torso. The end of her robe drifts across my face, and then she resettles. Her pussy is there, wet and inviting, as she slowly lowers herself onto my mouth. I can feel her hot breath near the entrance to my own pussy, but she takes her time. She seems fascinated by the bushy black hair on my mound, and I feel her grabbing it in her lips, pulling on it gently. It hurts, but in a good way.

I reach up and take hold of the cheeks of her ass and pull her pussy down tight against my mouth. It smears wetly on my face, and I search for and find her slit with my tongue. I want to make her come the way she did me, and I am rewarded with a moan of passion. I begin to tongue-fuck her, reveling in her tangy juices and wanting more.

She’s working on my clit now. I can feel her insistent tongue going flick-flick-flick on it and almost unconsciously my ass is lifting off the carpet, my body screaming for more. Trying to match her with my own tongue, I take her clit in my mouth and suck it and the surrounding flesh hard and fast, then lash her button with my tongue. Mary begins to rock on top of me, grinding herself on me, and I can tell she loves it rough like this.

My fingers get busy. I let them trail up and down the cheeks of her bouncing ass, then slide them along her sweaty crack. Then, I’m there, my fingers teasing around the stiff rim of her asshole. I hesitate, knowing this kind of thing is not for everyone, but Mary’s throaty moans encourage me to continue, and I begin to push my index finger into her anus.

Like touching a match to dynamite, she’s suddenly thrashing around uncontrollably on top of my face, a gush of juice actually spurting from her pussy. I’m drenched, but deliriously happy that I’ve made her come like that, and I don’t let up. I can feel my own orgasm starting to build even as I slide my finger deeper into her rectum, beginning to fuck her in earnest.

She’s got her tongue deep into me now; I can feel it swirling around inside, drinking me, urging me on. And then we are coming together, me screaming again but this time the scream is swallowed by the wet folds of her pussy, and more juice is gushing out of Mary.

For long minutes, we continue tonguing each other lovingly. I have an enjoyable, shiver-inducing little aftershock, but mostly we are just enjoying the closeness of the moment. Nothing could possibly be more intimate than this.

Finally, Mary climbs off her perch and turns around to face me. That’s when she bursts out laughing.

“What?” I ask. “What’s so funny?”

“You, girl, are an absolute mess. God, I’m sorry. I’m not usually a gusher but, hon, you are something else.”

I laugh, and we kiss each other. I’ve never felt this close to someone this fast, and it feels a little scary. Mary seems to understand, and we lie for a while just holding and stroking each other.

Finally, she stirs a bit. “Are you hungry, darling? I’ve got dinner all warm in the oven.”

Playfully, I reach down and cup her pussy, still moist from our lovemaking. “Yeah, I’ll bet you do, you minx. I’m famished. And I could kill for a glass of wine.”

“No reason to get that rough, baby. Coming right up. After this, that is.”

She rolls over on top of me as I spread my legs to give her room. She works her butt so that our pussies are together tight, then even tighter. It feels wonderful, then she leans down and it feels even better, nipple to nipple, tit to tit, then mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. For several minutes, we’re just two people making love, just sharing that special joy that only comes once, the sweetness of the first time together.

Then, Mary hops up, and pads off to the kitchen. Slowly, I get myself up and gather my things. It seems silly to get dressed, but I can’t help feeling a little self-conscious being completely nude. The feeling evaporates when I walk into the kitchen, though, and gaze at Mary bouncing purposefully around the stove, her lovely tits swaying with her motions. She looks up at me and smiles, and I smile back.

“I could eat you up,” I say, completely honestly.

“Am I missing something?” she replies with a grin. “I thought you already did. Not that I mind if you come back for seconds.”

I walk over and completely make a nuisance of myself, reaching around and cupping her tits in my hands. She turns her face so we can kiss again.

“Keep that up, Carol, and we’ll never eat.”

“I’ll try to behave, lover. But I’ve got all I want right here.”

This feels good with her. Better than good. I release her and let her pour me some zinfandel.

“So what’s for dinner?” I ask.

“Mary’s Luscious Lasagna. Mama’s recipe, and it never fails.”

“Never fails?”

She turns with another saucy smile. “Never fails to bring `em back for more.”

***

Later, we’re catching our breath as we finish another bottle of wine in bed. I look down at my body, trembling and coated in sweat, and I can’t help laughing.

“Now what’s so funny?” Mary’s voice asks from next to me. I look over at her. She’s as wet as I am, and the strap-on cock she’s wearing gleams with my juices, catching the light from the streetlamp outside the window.

“I was just thinking that I don’t think I’ve ever been so well and completely fucked as I am right now.” We both burst out laughing.

“I know what you mean, darling. I think I may have worn us both out with that last one.”

“I… God, I think I love you, Mary. Is it silly to say that so soon? I’ve never felt this close to someone this fast.”

She leans to kiss me, the wet tool pushing up against my thigh. “No, Carol. It’s not silly. I feel it too. Like I’ve been waiting for you all my life.” She pauses, and grins again. “Cue the violins.” We both giggle. After a bit she speaks again, more quietly. “Now that we’ve had a good life-altering fuck…” She has to pause when we both crack up again. “Tell me about you, Carol. What makes you tick? What’s your last name?”

I’m laughing so hard now I’m crying, but eventually I stop. I know what she means. “My last name is Harding, but my maiden name is Regetti. Italian, of course. Let’s see…I grew up in upstate New York, went to college at Cornell, met my husband Rick there. We had one beautiful girl, Paula, who’s sixteen and turning into quite a handful. And, well, Rick…”

And out of nowhere, the tears start falling, and then she is holding me and rocking me, and kissing the salty tears from my cheek, hushing me. I never know where these crying jags come from, but they don’t usually last long.

I manage to blurt out the story of my dissolving marriage, and then I tell her what’s been going on with Paula. Mary turns out to be a good listener, though when I’m done I regret dumping all this on her so soon. I apologize, but she won’t have it.

“Baby, we all come with baggage. It’s part of life. And I wouldn’t worry too much about your girl. She’s just experimenting, and there’s a lot worse things she could be doing. As long as she’s doing well in school, she’s probably happy. Do you think the other girl’s — what’s her name? Jenna? — do you think her mom knows about what’s going on?”

“I don’t know. I’m having them over for a pool party and sleepover on Friday. I was hoping Pam and I might have a chance to talk about it. Say,” I suddenly have a thought, and turn to look at Mary. “Why don’t you come over too? I could certainly use the support.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Carol. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Don’t be silly. I want you there. Isn’t that enough? In fact, I’ve got a feeling that you and I are going to be seeing quite a bit of each other.”

She resists a bit longer, but I think it’s just for show. Friday should be interesting, I think, as I drift off to sleep in Mary’s arms.

***

“…and this is my new friend, Mary.”

I see Pam’s eyes widen a bit, as she takes in the sight of Mary on the chaise lounge by the pool. My new lover’s well-tanned curves are only slightly concealed by the revealing white bikini she has on. She’s just taken a dip and the suit clings to her body like a second skin, her nipples jutting out invitingly. Even Jenna ogles her.

“Nice to meet you,” Pam says, leaning down to shake hands. “How do you know Carol?”

“Oh, we just bumped into each other and hit it off,” Mary answers, flashing her teeth and winking slyly at me. I don’t think the other two notice.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” It’s Paula, bounding out of the house in her emerald bikini, her long red hair flashing in the sun. She dives gracefully into the deep end, then surfaces with a shriek at how cold the water is.

“Yeah, that’ll get us in,” Pam calls out with a laugh, but she slips off her terrycloth robe. She has on a demure blue one-piece, but she looks fabulous as always. Pam is one of those perfect blondes that make other women wince in envy. She’s a good friend, though. She follows my daughter into the pool, and Jenna is not far behind. I’m a bit surprised that Pam allowed Jenna to wear a thong bikini, but, heck, we’re among friends, and she certainly carries it off.

“Going in?” Mary asks. I have on my favorite yellow bikini, but only the top is visible, since I am wearing a sarong.

“Not now, hon,” I answer quietly. “I need to mix the drinks.”

“Oh, let me help.” I smile at her, even though I suspect she has ulterior motives.

Sure enough, no sooner do we get inside than she pushes me against the back of the door, kissing me hungrily. I’ve missed her too, and we kiss for several minutes, one eye on the water fight happening in the pool. Then she helps me with the drinks.

“I can see what you mean about Jenna,” Mary says, as we work. “She’s a sexpot. Easy to see where she gets it from, though,” she adds, looking out at Pam, who’s poised on the diving board.

“Straying from me already, are you?” I say, giving her a good hard smack on her ass.

Mary yelps, then protests, “Not a chance. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Just thinking that, y’know, three can be fun sometimes, too.”

I burst out laughing. “With Pam? I don’t think so. She’s been married for fifteen years.”

Mary turns to look at me, a serious look on her face. “You were married.”

I just look at her, not knowing what to say. I look back at Pam. It’s hard to imagine. Certainly, I’ve never had any inkling that she might…

Mary helps me take the pitcher of margaritas out, along with the glasses. After talking it over with Pam, we decide it’s okay if the girls have a little also. We sit and joke a bit, enjoying the late summer twilight. Then I look over at Mary, and something — the drinks? The happiness I suddenly feel?–makes me speak.

“Hey, everyone. Please listen for a moment. I’ve got a little announcement to make.”

Everyone turns to look at me. I get a feeling that only Mary has an idea what I’m about to say.

“I’m sure all of you are wondering why I invited Mary to our little get-together tonight. It’s simple really. I wanted all of you to meet her. She and I…well…we’re a bit of an item. We’re seeing each other.” The others blink at me a bit uncertainly. Time for directness. I take a deep breath. “We’re lovers.”

Mary smiles at me, and comes over to take my hand, and there is an awkward moment of silence. Then Paula speaks.

“All right! Mom, that is great!”

“Yeah, Mrs. H.,” Jenna chimes in. “That’s great for you.” She turns to look at Paula, and a meaningful glance passes between them.

I look at Pam. She looks stunned. Finally, she gives me a shaky smile. “You seem very happy, Carol. I’m happy for you, too.”

There’s an odd tone in her voice. Not insincerity, but… something. She turns and walks quickly into the house. I glance at Mary, and then follow her in. She’s in the kitchen, leaning over the sink. She turns, and I can see tears flowing from her eyes.

“Pam? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. What’s wrong?”

“Oh, Carol. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to be with you in that way. Didn’t you know? Didn’t you have any idea?”

“W-what?”

“Carol, Peter and I have not slept together in at least ten years. After we had Jenna, we started drifting apart, and I started realizing, well, realizing that I was a lot more interested in other women than I’d been willing to admit. Now I know. I’m a lesbian, Carol. I’ve just never had the courage to admit it openly like you did tonight.”

Now it’s my turn to be shocked. I don’t know what to say, so I say something stupid. “Does Jenna know?”

“Yes, of course she does. She’s gay, too. Didn’t you know that she’s been sleeping with Paula?”

I gulp, knowing I can’t hide the truth from her. “Um, I just found that out.”

When I admit how I’d spied on the two of them, Pam, to my surprise, begins laughing. “What’s so funny?” I ask, trying to keep from getting angry.

“Oh, Carol, you dear sweet girl. It would have been a lot more fun if you’d just asked them, instead of going to all that trouble. I can definitely testify that it’s a lot more fun joining them in bed than just watching.”

It takes a couple of beats for the meaning of what she said to sink in. “You mean..?”

She nods. “Forgive me, Carol, but your daughter is pretty irresistible. And Jenna and I have been having sex since she went through puberty.”

I find myself suddenly clutching the sink for support, then feel a steadying hand on my back. It’s Mary. When did she come in?

“Hey,” she says. “Hope I’m not intruding.” I look at her, and I smile, shaking my head slightly. She turns to look at Pam, then takes hold of my left hand and her right. “Pam. Carol. I feel like maybe it’s not my place to suggest this, but…I think maybe we can just cut through a lot of this stuff if we just open up a bit. I’ll be frank, here. Carol and I have something special going, and I’m not about to give that up. But I don’t think I am off base if I invite you — and the girls too, if you think we should — to join us upstairs. I don’t know about you, but margaritas always get me hot.”

Pam bursts out laughing, and pulls Mary to her. They kiss, and I feel the merest twinge of jealousy.

“I like you,” Pam says. Then she leans towards me, we kiss, and my jealousy vanishes. This feels right.

Up we go, but without the girls. Maybe later, but I don’t think I’m quite ready to cross that frontier just yet.

Pam and Mary seem to be acting on some invisible plane of communication I’m not privy to. In tandem, they begin working on me, unwrapping my sarong like they’re opening a present — unsnapping the top, peeling off the bottom. Then their tongues begin working magic on me, Pam on my right, Mary on my left, circling my nipples, closing on them, making love to them. I find I can barely stand, and they help me to the bed.

Another silent agreement has them each choosing a foot to bathe with their tongues, and then, achingly slowly, they begin ascending my legs, licking every inch of me. By the time they get to my thighs, my legs are splayed completely open and I am ready for anything.

Mary moves to my pussy first, while Pam stands and peels off her suit before gracefully straddling my head with her powerful thighs. She smiles down at me, then takes hold of my hair gently, and pulls me up to press my face into her pubic triangle.

And suddenly, I feel I am exactly where I am meant to be, surrounded by the women I love. I drink deeply from the pussy of my oldest friend, while my new friend lovingly eats me. It’s been an interesting week. And I have a feeling that life will only get better.

***

When I awake, I’m alone, and my headaches. I take a few moments to orient myself, memories of the previous night slowly seeping in. I am not surprised to find that my body aches in a number of places. It’s been years since I’ve had sex like that. Pam, in particular, wore me out.

My clearest memory of the night: Pam, fucking me almost savagely with my strap-on, each thrust lifting my behind up off the mattress and making me grunt in response, my screams muffled by Mary’s wet pussy. Somehow, in the midst of this hedonistic ecstasy, I remember Mary raising herself from my mouth for a few moments, long enough for me to glance over at the door to see the two girls — my daughter Paula, and Jenna, Pam’s daughter — watching us. They were naked, and holding hands.

I remember wondering what was going through their heads, as they watched me being absolutely ravaged by the older women. It was the only moment of the night — the rest of which passed in a blur of flesh and pleasure — that gave me pause.

I longed to go to my daughter, to take her into my arms, to ask her gently what she thought of me now. But then, the two girls had walked away, hands still linked. I knew that they were heading off for their own night of pleasure.

Now in the light of a new day, I rise slowly from the bed, groaning at the discovery of new bits of soreness. Gingerly, my fingers reach behind me to explore the tender rim of my anus, which brings back another erotic flash: Mary, fucking my ass from behind while pushing my face down between Pam’s thighs, sodomizing me slow and deep while I cried tears of anguished bliss.

Carefully, I walk to the window and look out at the bright, sunny day. No one is visible out by the pool. I cock my head, listening, but cannot hear a single sound in the entire house. I put on a short terry robe, and set out to explore, suddenly anxious to find where everyone is.

On the landing, all is still. I can hear a breeze blowing through the screen door downstairs, and the distant sounds of the birds from outside. Otherwise, nothing. I move to the stairs, about to descend, when I happen to glance towards Paula’s door. It’s shut.

I hesitate, knowing she is probably in there with Jenna, but something makes me move towards the door. I press my face against it, listening intently, and am rewarded with whispers, some noises of rustling covers. Involuntarily, my hand closes on the knob and I turn it. I’m expecting to see Paula and Jenna making love, so what I see instead makes me gasp.

Jenna is in the room, but with her, instead of my daughter, are Mary and her mother Pam. All are naked, Jenna lying on her back, her head resting on Mary’s belly. Mary has her hands over Jenna’s tits, and I can see the young girl’s hard nipples poking up between her fingers as she massages them. Pam is belly down on the bed, her tongue buried deep in her daughter’s very wet pussy. She keeps shaking her head in vigorous little side motions and each time she does this, Jenna throws her head back in complete ecstasy.

I feel myself getting wet and reach down between my own thighs to rub my slit. The scene is almost indescribably erotic, and part of what excites me, I realize, is the feeling of illicitness that comes from watching my dearest and oldest friend go down on her own daughter. That she’s also done this with my Paula — as she admitted to me last night — suddenly makes me feel the slightest twinge of concern.

But is there anything so wrong about it? The taboo against incest surely is aimed more at preventing child molestation. Should the same censure apply to actual lovemaking between a mother and her daughter? Even asking the question seems absurd. Technically, both Jenna and Paula are underage, but they are certainly knowledgeable and active sexual participants.

But no sooner does this thought enter my head than I begin to wonder where my daughter can be. As if in answer to my question, I abruptly hear a new sound. It is the shower going on in the downstairs spa.

I close the lid to the laptop and move quickly but silently to the lower level. I know what I am about to do, and now I am moving without hesitation, my mind already made up. I am more aroused than I’ve ever been, knowing that I am about to make love to my own daughter.

I enter the outer spa area, where the jacuzzi, sauna, and changing area are. The louvered door to the bathroom is closed over, but not tightly shut, and I can hear the shower clearly now. I drop my robe to the floor and push open the door, letting the steam caress my body. My nipples tingle and I can feel the wetness between my legs as I walk.

Through the marbled glass, I can see Paula’s naked, lissome body, her back arched as she lets the watercourse through her long red hair. A wave of desire sweeps over me, and I open the door at the far end.

As it clicks shut, Paula’s eyes open… and when she sees me, she smiles. It’s all the invitation I need, and I move in closer to embrace her, sighing as the hot jet of water splashes against my hard nipples. I lean down, shielding her lovely face with mine, and then we kiss, a tender kiss, like many we’ve shared before, but somehow different, because we both know where this kiss will lead. She stretches up on tiptoe, pressing her lips harder against mine, and then I let my mouth open, moaning slightly as I feel her tongue enter.

For several minutes, we stand like that, letting our hands wander up and down each other’s back as our tongues dance erotically together. Then I do something that feels as though I have spent my life waiting for: I sink to my knees, lift one of my daughter’s legs to the side of the shower, and begin making love to her pussy with my tongue.

I want to make Paula come, to give her this wonderful gift of sexual release from me to her, and I feel her hand come to rest on the back of my head, pulling me gently against her, tighter, guiding me to the places she wants me to go.

It doesn’t take long. Even with the water splashing down over me, the juice from her climax feels hotter still, and I can tell that I have made her come. I smile up at her, and Paula, my beautiful daughter, smiles back.

She pulls me up, and we kiss some more, suddenly laughing and splashing in the shower now like two happy girls. I take the soap and begin to wash her, letting the soap rub across her nipples, which are poking out like little fingers from her chest. She lets me wash her, and then I help her rinse, then we climb out and dry each other off, pausing only to nip at each other with our eager mouths.

We scamper out of the spa and down the hall to the guest wing. The bed is all made up, since Pam never made it in here last night, and we pull the covers down together and bounce onto the mattress, our hands groping and caressing each other.

I push Paula gently back on the pillow and crawl between her legs. I like looking at her this way, my nostrils filled with the scent of her, my eyes just catching hers over the curl of her red pubis. I push my tongue gently into her, delighting in the sensual feel of it as I part the folds of her pussy. I lap at her, drink her, push myself hard against her so that she smears across my lips. I feel drunk with the utter, unbelievable sensation of eating my own daughter’s cunt.

I lift her legs, pushing them gently back onto her chest. Her taut bottom comes into view, and then she gasps as I lick her anus, curling my hot tongue around the rough rim of it. I seem to have discovered something that Jenna has not yet introduced to my daughter, and I can tell Paula loves it. So I give her more, letting my tongue get her asshole all wet and soft, then pushing inside and letting it swirl around and around, like licking an ice cream cone. She tastes musky and exciting, and I reach up and begin diddling her clit with my fingers.

She’s moaning now, and I begin to rub her nub in circles as I eat her asshole. Soon she’s humping it off the bed, trying to get me in deeper and deeper still. I try not to disappoint my baby.

Then she’s coming again, and this time I want to feel her. I swing my legs around fast, and manage to work into a scissors position, grinding my pussy against hers even as she’s still spasming. I keep thrusting, working Paula hard. She groans loudly as I bring her to another nice climax. This is fun.

***

We sleep for awhile, then, locked in each other’s arms, and I don’t wake for at least an hour, when I find my daughter lying full-length on top of me, her pussy near my lips, eating me. I reach up and hug her ass tightly, pulling her wet hole down to my lips, and we maneuver into a sixty-nine.

We’re still at it when the others find us, entering the room with a chorus of feminine voices:

“Here they are!”

“I thought we’d find them together.”

“Looks like someone started without us!”

They gather around the bed, and I can feel their fingers playing with us, probing, pinching, rubbing, and pulling. I lean out from under Paula, my face wet and grinning. Mary leans down to kiss me, hard, on the lips, then licks some of my daughter’s honey from my face.

“Mmmm,” she coos, “like momma, like daughter.”

I look at Pam. She’s wearing the strap-on again, and I see her move over between my legs. Paula helps her aim, and then she slides the large tool into me, making me groan with pleasure. I see Jenna lean down and kiss Paula passionately, and then the two of them sandwich my clit between their dancing tongues. Pam gets a good rhythm going and Mary reaches in to pinch my nipples.

That’s the final bit of stimulation, and then I am falling off the edge of a high cliff, spasming again and again as a tremendous, powerful orgasm rips through me.

When I come to my senses, Paula and Jenna have rolled over next to me into a sixty-nine, accompanied by Mary, who sinks her tongue into Jenna’s rectum. I look into Pam’s eyes, and she lowers her body onto mine, fucking me gently.

“Welcome to the club, darling,” she whispers, then we share a tender kiss.

The End

by Barbie Doll

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2006 }

My name is Barbie, and I love to sexually dominate older women.

I first realized that I was a lesbian at the age of eleven. I lived in a very liberal area where sex was a more freely discussed topic than in most parts of the country… and I was something of a computer whiz at an early age, so I thoroughly explored the world of sexual information available on the internet. It didn’t take me long to figure out that girl/girl sex got me incredibly hot, while porn involving guys didn’t interest me at all. I learned everything there was to know about lesbians before I even kissed another girl.

When I was twelve I finally got another girl my age into bed with me… but even though the sex was fun, I was left somewhat dissatisfied. I thought long and hard about what I wanted, and finally came to two conclusions.

First, my interest was definitely in grown-up women, not in girls my age. Second, the idea of being in control of an older woman was a tremendous turn-on for me. I’d been a very shy and quiet girl before realizing my true sexuality… and that made me want to change, so I did. Completely.

I began to hang out at the mall, wearing the sexiest outfits I could get away with… and when I made eye contact with a hot older woman, I made my gaze as provocative as possible, taking in every inch of her body. I wasn’t trying to hit on them all, just sending out hints to capture the attention and desire of women who might be interested in fun and games with a twelve-year-old girl. I knew there had to be at least a few of them out there somewhere. Sure enough, on one incredible Saturday, I hit pay dirt.

I was sitting on a bench in one of the many rest areas located throughout the mall, watching the shoppers pass by, especially the women I judged to be in the 25 – 40 age range. When I saw one I thought was really sexy, I would try to make eye contact. I always had a bra on when I left the house, in order to avoid any suspicions my mom might have. When I got to the mall, however, I would go to the ladies’ restroom, remove my bra and put it in my purse. With just a tank top or t-shirt on, my nipples stood out quite prominently. Of course, that was the image I wanted to achieve.

That day, I’d been sitting for about half an hour without anything interesting happening. A couple of attractive thirty-something women looked at me, but shortly after I made eye contact with them, they looked away and continued on. I was just about to stand up and take one final stroll through the mall before going home when a lady carrying a couple of shopping bags sat down on the bench directly across from me. She looked to be about thirty-five and was carrying a few extra pounds, but on her, they looked scrumptious. I noticed she didn’t have a wedding ring on her finger. I wasn’t sure, of course, but thought she might be interested. This was my chance to make a move.

I felt not a trace of fear. What was there to lose? Even if she was truly offended, and made a scene, who would believe a twelve-year-old girl had tried to make sexual overtures to a grown woman?

I made eye contact with her and smiled. She smiled back at me. I then pushed out my chest to make sure she got a good look at my titties. We made eye contact again and I slowly licked my lips. I decided the time was right to become even bolder. I was wearing a short skirt, the hem of which was now at least halfway up my thighs. Slowly I moved my knees apart to the point where I was sure she could see my panties. I saw her eyes move downward. Her eyes were glued between my legs, and her face grew slightly flushed at the show I was giving her.

I could feel my pussy getting damp. I’d masturbated at least once every day during the past week, but still felt extremely aroused. I was almost certain that she’d taken the bait, and decided the time was right to go for broke.

I stood up, walked over to where the woman was and sat down next to her. “Did you like what I showed you?” I asked, looking up at her.

The woman replied, “What do you mean?” It was obvious that she was very nervous, unsure of what to do next.

“I wanted you to see my panties. Did you like it when I let you look under my dress?” I asked.

“Is this some kind of set-up?” she asked. “Are you playing some kind of prank on me?”

I could understand her nervousness, and knew I had to reassure her I was serious, or this opportunity would be lost.

“My name is Barbie. I am very turned on by sexy women like you,” I said. “and I think you like young girls like me.”

That seemed to satisfy her that I was for real, because she quickly became more relaxed.

“My name is Angela, and I got very wet when you flashed your panties to me,” she said.

“Would you like to see more of me?” I asked her. “I’d like it if you showed me your body, too. I’ll bet you’re beautiful with your clothes off.”

I suggested we visit the ladies room together, but Angela had a better idea. She told me that she was parked in the mall lot, and asked if I would like to come to her car. I eagerly agreed, and she told me to follow her.

Angela and I moved through the mall and to the parking lot, where her car was waiting. Once we were inside, she drove to the far corner of the lot where no one else was parked. She backed into one of the stalls next to the perimeter fence, explaining that this way nobody could sneak up behind us, and we could see if anyone approached from the front. I wondered if she’d ever done this kind of thing before.

We chatted for a few minutes, during which time Angela told me she was a single mom with a seven-year-old daughter. It turned out that her apartment was only a couple of miles from my home. She was thirty-four years old and her husband had taken off with his secretary two years ago.

Soon there was a lull in the conversation, and I sensed that she was waiting for me to make the first move. That was fine with me. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to me. I pressed my lips to hers, and within a few seconds, I had my tongue in her mouth.

The kiss went on for a long time, neither of us wanting it to end. With my free hand, I began to fondle her breasts. Even with a bra on I could easily feel her stiff nipples, and I began teasing them with my fingers. This got her unbelievably excited.

When we finally broke our kiss, Angela lifted up her sweater and unhooked her bra, giving me easy access to her very large breasts. God, they were perfect.

“Kiss them for me, Barbie — please,” she whispered.

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I licked her nipples, gently at first. By now, my pussy was all but dripping. I became more aggressive, biting gently at her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers.

She began to moan helplessly. “Oh, God, that feels so fucking good. I miss this so much… ever since my little girl was nursing.”

I had a cool, dirty idea, and I said, “Do you want to be my mommy, and have your little girl Barbie nurse from you?”

Angela moaned, her entire body trembling with arousal. “Oh yes, baby. I’ve dreamed about something like this for years, b-but never thought it could happen,” she said.

I nuzzled at her breasts for several minutes before lifting my face to hers. “Would you like to see under my dress again? I’ll show it to you, Mommy, if you’ll let me see you, too,” I said in my best little-girl voice.

“Yes, Barbie, please let me see you,” Angela begged.

With that, I raised my bottom, pulled my skirt up to my waist and spread my legs. This time it was Angela who initiated the kiss. As her tongue invaded my mouth, I felt her hand on the inner part of my thigh.

Her fingers were almost touching my pussy, but then I pulled away from her and said, “No more, Mommy… not until you show me your panties.”

I now felt in complete control of this woman who was old enough to be my real mother… and that was an incredible turn on.

“Of course baby, anything you want,” she responded.

I watched as she lifted her ass off the seat and hoisted her skirt up. She was wearing light blue bikini-style panties, one of my favorite colors. I thought about how sexy this scene would be for anyone who could see us — Angela with her breasts exposed and her skirt hiked up, me with my panties in plain view.

She leaned over and kissed me. We slowly explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. As the kiss lingered, I reached over and placed my hand about halfway between her knee and her crotch. She followed my lead, and I soon felt her hand return to my thigh.

For the next several minutes we teased one another, moving our fingertips up toward, but never quite touching, each other’s pussies. I could feel juices leaking from my slit, and was certain Angela was just as wet as me. I ached to put my hand inside her panties, but I wanted her to beg me for it.

A short time later, I got my wish when Angela said, “Oh God my sweet Barbie, please make your mommy come.”

“Oh my, Mommy,” I purred, “I think you must be a pervert. Do you really want a little girl like me to play with your cunt?”

“Please, honey, make Mommy feel good. I will do anything you want!” she gasped.

This was such a rush for me. I had the sexual power over an older woman that I’d craved so desperately. I decided to take that control one step further.

I reached down, hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slipped them down my legs and off. I turned them inside out and handed them to Angela. “These are all wet for you, Mommy. I want you to smell them.”

She didn’t hesitate for a second, bringing my panties to her face and inhaling deeply. “Lovely,” she sighed.

“Now I want my mommy to take off her panties,” I said.

Angela raised up, wriggled out of her light blue bikini knickers and handed them to me. I brought them to my face, breathing in deeply just as she had done. I savored the scent of her pussy, then licked the musky smelling crotch. Delicious was the only word I could think of to describe the taste.

Suddenly I had another perverse idea. “Does Mommy really need to come?” I asked her.

“Oh, Jesus, Barbie, if I don’t get off soon I’m going to go crazy,” she said pleadingly.

“Okay, then, show your little girl how Mommy masturbates when she needs to come,” I said.

“Oh please, sweetie, won’t you help Mommy?”

“Maybe I will later, but first you will have to show me how you get yourself off,” I answered.

Angela hesitated for a moment, then moved her hand down between her wide-spread legs. I felt a bit sorry for her, so I reached over and began to squeeze her right breast. As I teased the nipple, she began fucking herself. Wow, that was sooo exciting!

About a minute later, she gasped, “Mommy is coming. Oh God, so g-good!” Her body began to tremble and twitch. It took another full minute before Angela finally went limp and she’d come down from her high.

I kissed her again and told her, “I love my new mommy.”

“Oh, Barbie, I love you too. I’ll d-do anything you ask, only let me be with you again.”

“Now Barbie wants Mommy to make her feel nice,” I said. “If you’re good to me, maybe we can be lovers.”

Angela immediately reached over and began to run her fingers up and down my pussy lips. Moments later I felt her entering my tight pussy hole, then she slowly finger-fucked me. I was in a state of euphoria as I felt my orgasm approach. Then Angela’s finger moved up and teased my clitoris. In a matter of seconds, I exploded in a mind-shattering climax.

Angela remained silent as I slowly regained my composure. I looked over at her and watched as she lovingly licked the finger that had been inside my cunny.

“Did Mommy make her little girl feel nice?” she asked.

“Yes, you did… and because you were such a good mommy, I will make you come the next time we are together,” I told her. She was thrilled to hear that.

Angela suggested we exchange phone numbers, but I thought it might be too risky if my mom or dad answered the phone and I wasn’t home. She agreed with my thinking and wrote her number on a piece of paper for me. I promised to call her in a couple of days and arrange a meeting place where she could pick me up and we could go to her condo where we would be safe. She gave another long French kiss, then drove to where my bicycle was. Before I got out, I gave Angela my panties and she gave me hers.

I got home just in time for dinner. In bed later, I thought about my encounter with Angela and soon my hand was inside my pajama bottoms. I jilled off, then fell into a deep sleep.

***

Over the next three days, I lost count of the number of times I made myself come while conjuring up images of our hot parking lot encounter. I decided to make her wait awhile before I phoned, knowing Angela would be anxiously awaiting my call. In my devious little mind I was sure that the longer I made her wait, the more power and control I would be able to exert over her.

On the evening of the fourth day after we met, my parents announced they were going out for the evening and would likely not be back until quite late. I decided this would be an ideal time to make contact with Angela. Once Mom and Dad were gone, I dialed her number.

As soon as she answered, I said in my best little girl voice, “Is that my sexy mommy?”

I liked her response. “Oh Barbie, Mommy has been going crazy, hoping you would call.”

“Are you really hot for your little girl?” I asked her.

“God, yes, sweetheart, you’ve been on my mind almost constantly,” she answered.

“How many times have you played with yourself since we were together?” I asked.

“I can’t remember, but every night when I get into bed, my hand is inside my panties.”

I asked her what she thought about when she masturbated, and other questions designed to elevate her level of arousal. After several minutes of sexy conversation, she said, “I have to put my little girl Cheryl to bed, sweetheart. Will you call me back in ten minutes?”

“I will, Mommy, but I want you to take off all your clothes first… and get those panties I gave you when I call back. You still have them, don’t you?”

She said, “Yes I do, Barbie. I love to smell them when I’m in bed at night. I’ll be ready when you call.”

When I hung up, my panties were very wet. I loved this sense of power that I had over this lady who was almost as old as my real mommy.

I went to the closet where I had hidden Angela’s panties, placed the crotch under my nose and inhaled deeply. I could still smell the musky odor of her pussy, and it was with some difficulty that I was able to resist the temptation to jill off.

I waited for about half an hour before I picked up the phone, knowing she would be in a frenzy because I hadn’t called back when I said I would. I felt so deliciously wicked.

She picked up the phone after the first ring and said, “Thank God, Barbie. I have been sitting by the phone for the last twenty minutes, waiting for you to call.”

I asked her if she was naked, and if she had my soiled panties as I’d instructed.

She said, “Yes, Barbie. I always want to do what my little girl tells me to do.”

I told her to sniff the crotch of my knickers.

She said, “They smell beautiful.”

“Feel your pussy, Mommy. How wet are you?”

“Oh, Barbie, my pussy is gushing.”

“Okay, now we’re going to jill off together. I want us to try to come at the same time.”

“That sounds lovely, sweetheart. I’m ready.”

Angela came just shortly before I did, but it was a beautiful climax for both of us.

After we regained our respective composures, Angela told me that she wanted to get together again soon. We agreed she would meet me at the mall on Saturday morning, as her daughter would be at her dancing class, then we could go back to her apartment and have a couple of hours together before she had to pick up her daughter at noon.

“I love you, Barbie,” she said.

“That’s sweet. I’m very happy that you’re my new mommy,” I told her. We exchanged goodbyes and I hung up.

I felt exhausted and went to bed after a hot shower. I was surprised to find myself still feeling horny, and masturbated again before I fell asleep.

***

On Saturday morning, I told Mom I was meeting a friend at the mall. When Angela arrived, I was waiting at the agreed-on rest area.

I looked up and saw Angela walking toward me. My cunny was already damp as I thought about what was going to happen.

We didn’t waste any time, and were soon in Angela’s car on the way to her apartment. As soon as we were out of the parking lot, I reached over, put my hand on her thigh and squeezed it lightly.

“Oh, Barbie, that feels so nice,” she said in little more than a whisper. As we continued on our way to her place I slid my hand under the hem of her skirt. Slowly I moved my fingers upward until I was just a few inches from her crotch. “Please, sweetheart, wait until we get to my place,” she said.

I was the one in control, so I ignored Angela’s protestations and kept moving my hand higher. I was expecting to come in contact with her panties, but was surprised to find out that she wasn’t wearing any. My middle finger slipped easily between the lips of her slippery cunt.

“Oh my goodness… my dirty mommy forgot to put on her panties,” I said. I began slowly finger fucking her. “Do you think that dirty mommies like you deserved to be punished?”

Angela just smiled and said, “If you think I need to be punished, you can do it when we get to my place.” That was just what I hoped would happen.

I knew she was close to orgasm, but I didn’t want her to get off just yet. So I removed my finger and, after I sniffed it, brought it to her lips. She greedily sucked the juices off my finger. What a dirty pervert my new mommy is, I thought to myself. Just the kind of parent I always wanted. 

When we arrived at the apartment, Angela was at me like a hungry animal. As she held me tightly and kissed me, her hand found its way into my jeans.

It was time for me to take control of the situation. I broke away from her embrace and said, “Now take off your clothes.” Clearly shaken, she proceeded to take off her blouse, her bra, her skirt and finally her shoes.

I sat down in the closest chair and told her to lie across my lap. She did not hesitate to do as she was told. I looked down and saw this thirty-something woman acting like a docile child who knew she’d been naughty and was deserving of punishment.

Angela had a nice plump ass, and I delighted in running my hands over the soft skin before I pried the cheeks apart and studied her puckered rosebud. Then I brought my hand down hard on her ass, and she began to sob.

For the next few seconds, I spanked her as hard as I could. I could hardly believe how turned on I was by having this woman at my mercy. I continued spanking Angela until my hand was getting sore and her cheeks were a nice rosy red.

“I think you’re a fucking slut, Mommy. Are you?”

“Yes, Barbie,” she answered.

I shoved two, and then three fingers into Angela’s pussy and began to finger fuck her, hard and deep. I continued my assault until I knew she was close to coming. She began to push her cunt against my invading fingers and then I pulled my fingers out.

“Please, Barbie, make me come. I am so close,” she whimpered.

“You can come after you make your little girl feel good,” I told her.

Positioning herself between my legs, Angela pulled down my jeans, then my panties. She proceeded to go down on me until I exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm.

Once I regained the ability to move and speak, I rewarded Angela by licking her cunt for the first time. She came in my mouth.

We continued to meet each Saturday morning at the mall, and I grew more and more in control of my sexy new mommy with each hour we spent together.

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by Ebo

Dana woke up to an empty bed, but she could still smell her stepmother’s shampoo on the pillow beside her. Smiling, she pulled it to her face, inhaled deeply the scent of the woman. With an excited giggle, she hugged the pillow tightly, remembered how it had felt to hold the woman in her arms and not just the pillow that smelled like her.

Tossing the pillow aside, she sat up and looked down at her naked body. Nothing much had changed, which kind of surprised her. After last night, she thought she should look different somehow. After all, she wasn’t a virgin anymore.

The thought brought another giggle to her lips and she hurriedly got out of bed. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she admired her reflection. Her legs were still coltishly long; her hips still kind of narrow; her belly flat; her breasts upswept and little more than handfuls; and her backside pert and round. She didn’t look any different than she had yesterday.

Shrugging, she slipped into her robe and headed to the bathroom to begin her morning ritual. She brushed her teeth, then grabbed a quick shower. The hot water washed away the last of the sleep that clung to her and she felt like a million bucks by the time she cut off the water and reached for a towel. With the towel wrapped around her and tucked between her breasts, she wiped the steamy mirror. She looked at her reflection, then reached for her brush. She fiddled with her hair until she had it just right, then glanced at her little makeup kit. Giving in, she put on some lip gloss and just a little eyeliner, then swiped on some mascara. Closing the lid on the kit, she had to shake her head and smile.

Most Saturday mornings, she wouldn’t even have bothered with brushing her hair, let alone putting on makeup. It said a lot about her frame of mind this morning. She wanted to look good for Penny.

Back in her robe, she went to her room to change. Standing in front of her closet, she didn’t know what to wear. She wanted to wear something cute but didn’t want to seem like she was deliberately dressing up for her stepmother. Still staring at her clothes hanging in the closet, she wondered what it was going to be like now, living under the same roof with Penny. If just getting dressed for a lazy day Saturday required this much thought… Things were definitely going to be different now.

Shaking off the thought, she grabbed a t-shirt and went to her dresser for some underwear and a pair of jeans. She got dressed, made one last check in the mirror. She loved the jeans, liked the way they clung in all the right places.

Smiling, she wondered if Penny would notice.

Taking a deep breath, she left her room and went in search of Penny. Her stepmother was in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee and staring off into space. So lost in thought, she didn’t notice Dana enter the room and step up to the center island. She blinked a few times as Dana waved a hand in front of her face, then grinned sheepishly at the teenager.

“Hey, kiddo,” Penny said.

“Hey. Been up a while,” Dana asked, looking around the kitchen. The dishes that were in the sink had been put up and she could hear the hum of the dryer in the laundry nook. Glancing at the mug in front of her stepmother, then at the half-empty coffee pot, she figured it was at least her second cup.

Frowning, she wondered what had the woman up so early. Dana hoped she wasn’t having second thoughts about what they had done last night. She wanted Penny to be as excited by the turn their relationship had taken. Needed her to be.

“Yeah,” Penny said, smiling at her.

Seeing that smile, Dana really wanted to cross the room and kiss her, to feel those lips pressed against her own, but she didn’t know if Penny would welcome it. Their relationship had changed drastically after last night, and Dana didn’t know the dynamics of the new one, not yet.

Instead, she went to the cabinet and got a glass, then poured herself some orange juice. Glass in hand, she sat across from her stepmother. Taking a sip, she grimaced at the bitter combination of toothpaste and orange juice. She pushed the glass aside and looked at her stepmother.

“I think we need to talk about last night,” Dana said, nervously. Her hands knotted in her lap and she fidgeted as Penny looked at her.

“Yeah, I guess we do,” Penny said, giving her a smile.

“Are you still okay with what we did?” Dana asked, holding her breath. She crossed her fingers out of sight.

Penny snorted, then started laughing, “I think that’s supposed to be my line.”

Grinning, Dana said, “Well, I asked you first.”

The laughter dried up and her stepmother looked at her for a long moment. Finally, she sighed and said, “It isn’t an easy question to answer.”

“What do you mean,” Dana asked, frowning.

“Dana, last night was amazing, wonderful,” Penny said, taking her hand across the island, “I haven’t felt like that in a long time.”

“Why am I sensing a ‘but’ coming,” Dana asked.

“It’s just… have you really thought about what we did last night?”

“Um…” Dana said, frowning. She could tell something was bothering the woman and she took a moment to think about what it could be.

Before she could really get a chance, Penny went on, “I cheated on your father, Dana.”

“Oh,” Dana said, her eyes widening. She really hadn’t thought about Penny’s infidelity. So wrapped up in the heat of the moment, she hadn’t really thought about her father. Now, guilt came crashing down.

Putting a hand to her mouth and looking away from Penny, she thought, Oh God, I’m a horrible daughter.

She had slept with her father’s wife, had betrayed his trust. She got this sick, roiling feeling in her gut and she thought she might throw up. The sip of orange juice she had taken soured in her stomach and she grimaced.

Penny squeezed her hand, made her look up. She gave Dana a sympathetic smile. Dana saw in her stepmother’s eyes that she understood. It didn’t make her feel any better.

Her stepmother’s smile became a sad one and she shook her head, “I’ve been sitting here, thinking… how did last night happen? I love your father, Dana. I really do, but I keep circling the thought that if I was happy — truly happy — how could this have happened? It’s not just last night, either. If I was truly happy in my marriage, why would I have been flirting with you in the first place?”

Dana saw the question was eating at Penny, but she didn’t know what to say. She had thought Penny was happy, completely oblivious to the quiet erosion of her marital bliss. Now, she was surprised she had missed it. Little things she had overlooked became glaringly obvious.

“Your father… he’s not the same anymore. He used to be… I don’t know. It’s like even when he is here–” Penny started to say but Dana finished the thought for her.

“He’s not,” Dana said, nodding. She had thought much the same thing on a couple of occasions. He always seemed distracted, wrapped up in his work these days.

Penny looked at her in surprise, then said, “I should have guessed that you’d noticed it, too. He used to be so spontaneous, just bring flowers for no reason. And affectionate. He could be so romantic. But now it’s like…”

“He’s just phoning it in,” Dana said, a little bitterness creeping into her voice. She knew exactly what Penny was talking about. Her father used to surprise her with little gifts or take her to the movies. Just spend time with her. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d done any of those things.

“Yeah,” Penny said, sighing. Some of her frustration had crept into her voice and she had to look away when she noticed Dana had heard it. Looking down at her mug of coffee, she fiddled distractedly with the porcelain handle. When she finally looked back up, Dana saw a loneliness in her eyes, an uncertainty about the future of her marriage. Dana’s heart broke for her a little and she felt tears sting her own eyes.

Taking a deep breath to get herself under control, Dana asked, “Where does that leave us?”

Rubbing the back of her neck, Penny said, “I don’t know.”

“What are you going to do about Dad?” Dana asked.

With a sad little laugh, Penny said, “I don’t know that, either.”

Dana gave her a sympathetic smile and squeezed her hand, which was about all the help she had to give. She didn’t know what she should do, either. Penny must have seen it in her eyes because she gave Dana an appreciative smile.

“What a mess, right?” Penny said, laughing and shaking her head.

“Yeah,” Dana agreed.

From the laundry nook came the buzzer on the dryer. Penny glanced that way, then back at Dana. She looked relieved for the distraction.

She said, “Do you have anything that needs to be washed?”

“Um, probably,” Dana said.

“Go grab it,” Penny said, pushing away from the island. She headed for the laundry nook. Dana watched her walk away, admired the tick of Penny’s backside in the yoga pants she wore. She looked really good in those, Dana thought.

A smile spread on her face as she realized she was staring at Penny. She felt a little pang of guilt, but it didn’t stop her from looking. After all, she found Penny irresistible.

Shaking her head, she went upstairs for her dirty clothes. Hamper in hand, she headed for the laundry nook. She found Penny bent over in front of the dryer, fishing clothes out. She paused just inside the door to admire the view. She loved the way the stretchy material molded to Penny’s round backside, revealed more than it hid. A flush of excitement came over her at the thought of running her hands over her buttocks.

Penny must have seen her out of the corner of her eye, said, “Want to help me fold these?”

“Um, sure,” Dana said, her face red from getting caught. It was a very intimate little space and they were shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. Dana could smell her stepmother’s perfume, which didn’t help her horniness.

“Why don’t you go ahead and load your clothes, then you can help me,” Penny said, smiling at her.

“All right,” Dana said, opening the lid to the washer. She started picking out like colors, loading them into the machine. When she had enough for a load, she reached up on the shelf for the laundry detergent. It was almost out of reach and she had to get up on tiptoe to reach it. Finally, her fingers closed around the handle, which is when she felt eyes on her. Turning her head, she caught Penny looking at her, realized the woman had been checking her out.

Hurriedly, Penny looked away, her face flushed. Dana couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she pulled the bottle down, twisted off the lid. Her heart was beating faster as she glanced sideways at Penny and saw the woman was very deliberately not looking at her. She was a little ashamed at how much she liked it.

Dana splashed some green liquid from the bottle onto her clothes, then recapped it. She got up on tiptoe again, stretching to put the detergent back on the shelf. She hoped she’d feel her stepmother’s eyes on her. She hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until she felt Penny looking at her, again, and it escaped as a nervous giggle.

Penny gave her a smile, said, “Sorry. You just look really good in those jeans.”

“It’s okay,” Dana said, laughing, “I was staring at your ass in the yoga pants.”

“Language, young lady,” Penny said, grinning.

“Yes, Mother,” Dana said, laughing. She gave Penny a playful roll of her eyes.

“Oh, God,” Penny said, laughing.

Winking at her, Dana closed the washer, twisted the knob to start the machine. As water began to run inside, she leaned against it, looking at Penny. She couldn’t help thinking her father was an idiot for neglecting such a beautiful woman.

Penny caught her looking said, “You better stop that. A look like that could get both of us in trouble.”

Dana smiled and said, “I was just thinking… Dad’s an idiot.”

Penny inhaled sharply, looking at her. Dana’s heart skipped a few beats seeing the desire in her eyes. She knew she was playing with fire, again, but she didn’t care if she got burned.

Maybe Penny saw it in her eyes, the longing. Her hands were shaking as she looked away and tried to fold another shirt. She finally gave up, just leaned against the dryer with her eyes closed. Dana watched her struggle with something, finally giving in. The look in her eyes when she finally turned to Dana made her heart knock around her rib cage.

There wasn’t much space in the laundry nook and the tension between them was building up until Dana could almost feel it pressing against her back, pushing her toward her stepmother. Then her stepmother was pressed against her, her arms slipping around Dana’s neck. The first kiss made her knees a little weak and she was glad she was leaning against the washing machine for support.

Dana forgot to feel guilty, reveling in the warmth of the woman, the scent of her. She found herself responding to the feel of her lean body molded against her own. The kisses became urgent and Dana couldn’t keep her hands from roaming over Penny’s back, down to squeeze the backside that grabbed her attention earlier.

The washing machine finished filling up and started it’s first cycle, startling her a little. It started vibrating against her hip. She shivered a little as the vibrations translated through her whole body.

Penny caught her off guard and she gasped as the woman scooped her up and sat her on the machine. The vibrations were even stronger now and she giggled as it started to feel kind of good. She bit her lip and looked at Penny. The smile her stepmother gave her told her that Penny knew what she was doing. Or more accurately, knew what the washing machine was doing to her. The first moan kind of caught her off guard.

Her hands on Dana’s knees, Penny gently spread Dana’s legs and moved between them until the teenager’s knees were poking out behind her. She leaned in to kiss Dana, teased her tongue into her mouth. Her hands slid up Dana’s thighs, then her flanks to cup her breasts through the thin t-shirt she wore. Dana’s nipples stiffened under the attention, grew tender. Her back arched, pressing her breasts into Penny’s hands. She bit her lip and groaned thickly.

Dana scooted forward more, wrapped her legs around her stepmother’s waist and crossed her ankles. Without breaking the kiss, her own hand found one of Penny’s breasts, cupped it. She felt the nipple stiffen against her palm as Penny’s body responded. Penny moaned into her mouth.

Pulling back from the kiss, Penny held her arms over her head. Grinning, Dana helped her out of her shirt, saw the woman hadn’t bothered with a bra after leaving her side this morning. Her hands found Penny’s breasts again.

Her stepmother’s fingers hooked into the hem of her shirt and Dana let her remove it, toss it aside. Penny’s gaze was hot on her bare breasts and it kind of excited her. She loved when Penny looked at her like that, with hungry eyes. Then her hands were on her young body, teasing another moan from her.

Penny kissed her again and Dana let her tongue into her mouth. She tasted like coffee but Dana didn’t mind, kissed her back passionately. The washer came to the end of one cycle, the vibrations falling off as fresh water started filling the machine. Dana missed the buzzing that had worked its way from the washing machine into and through her but Penny stole her attention from its absence when her hand slipped from her breast, down her belly and onto the slight mound of her girlhood. Even through the thick denim of her jeans, the massaging of her fingers sent little shivers of pleasure through her young body. She had to break the kiss as a moan tore from her slack mouth.

Dana let her own hand slip between Penny’s thighs, making lazy circles against the woman’s sex. She smiled at the change in the woman’s breathing, the first moan slipping from her. Penny’s hips began to undulate, grinding against her hand. Dana saw her face screw up in pleasure.

There was a loud click, then the washing machine really started rocking and rolling beneath her. The strong vibrations washed through her and she couldn’t stop moaning. Coupled with Penny’s massaging fingers, the sensation was almost too intense to bear.

Penny saw how much trouble she was in, gave her a playful smile and said, “Who said doing laundry can’t be fun?”

“Oh, God,” Dana said, with a laugh that was half a moan, “this feels so good.”

“First time experiencing the spin cycle?” Penny asked, her smile widening.

“Yeah,” Dana moaned.

“Really? I used to love sitting on the washing machine when I was your age. Almost as good as a vibrator,” Penny said, then laughed, “My adopted mom used to say these things should come with a warning, ‘Don’t let your daughters sit on the washing machine, they might never get off.’”

“You don’t have to worry about me getting off,” Dana said, then blushed at Penny’s startled laugh.

“You like this, huh?” Penny said, still laughing.

“Oh God, yeah,” Dana said, a moan slipping from her for emphasis.

Grinning, Penny said, “Well, you have about five more minutes.”

Dana thought that was going to be more than enough time. The rattling of the washing machine had her tiptoeing along the edge already and the pressure of Penny’s fingers against the crotch of her jeans had her hips bucking. Her little cries of pleasure were getting louder, no longer drowned out by the noisy machine. She wrapped her arms around Penny’s neck and held on as she felt the tension start to gather in her body. She pressed her face against Penny’s shoulder, gasping as she came. Her fingers dug into Penny’s shoulders as her body went crazy.

She had to hop off the vibrating machine, its shaking and rattling too much for her now very sensitive body. Her legs were a little wobbly and she had to cling to her stepmother.

Laughing in amazement, she kissed Penny.

Penny grinned at her when they finally broke the kiss, said, “I’m not going to have any problems with you doing your laundry anymore, am I?”

“That was intense,” Dana said, laughing.

Penny looked at her for a long moment, then said, “Come on. Laundry can wait.”

“Where are we going?” Dana asked, as her stepmother took her hand and led her out of the laundry nook.

“Your room,” Penny said and Dana could hear the smile in her voice even if she couldn’t see it.

Following Penny up the stairs, Dana watched the tick of her backside. Even after just coming a few minutes ago, she felt herself getting turned on again. The fact that she had a pretty good idea what Penny had in mind only made it worse.

Shaking her head, she thought, Sorry, Dad.

Just outside Dana’s room, Penny turned into the girl, put both arms around her neck. She kissed Dana deeply, let it linger until Dana felt a little lightheaded.

Penny finally broke the kiss, pulled back to arm’s length. With a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, she said, “I’m going to grab something from my room. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” Dana said, her voice a little husky from the kiss.

“Why don’t you get out of those clothes while I’m gone?” Penny called over her shoulder as she headed for the master bedroom. Dana watched her go for a second, smiling and shaking her head.

Finally, she ducked into her room, unbuttoning her jeans as she went. She shimmied out of them, then her panties. Naked, she stretched out on the bed. She started on her back, then tried on her side. She wanted to look sexy when Penny came back, but she just felt foolish. She didn’t have a clue how to be seductive.

Penny came back before she settled on a pose, but the way the woman was smiling told her that it didn’t matter. She felt a shiver of excitement work through her.

Her stepmother came to the bed, leaned over to give her a playful kiss. Her face only inches away, Penny smiled and asked, “You wrote a couple of stories about girls finding their mother’s vibrator.”

“Yeah,” Dana said, wishing Penny would kiss her again. Her lips were so close, tantalizingly close.

“I was wondering,” Penny asked, a playful smile just tugging at the corners of her mouth, “how you knew what it felt like. Did you just research it like the rest of your stories?”

Dana gave her an embarrassed smile, said, “Um, not exactly.”

“Really? Do tell,” Penny said, her smile widening.

“I used my toothbrush,” Dana said, blushing when Penny started laughing.

She had an electric toothbrush that had a curiously strong vibration. She had felt kind of foolish at first, sneaking it into her room then pressing it to the crotch of her panties late at night, but, then it had started to feel really good. She shivered thinking about the intense orgasm she had had, then again about the dozen or so times she had taken her toothbrush to bed, again.

“Oh, I’d never have thought of that. Then again, they didn’t have electric toothbrushes when I was your age,” her stepmother said, laughing

“Worked,” Dana said, her face hot.

“I bet it did,” Penny said, grinning and pulling her hand from behind her back, ” but I thought you might have found this.”

Dana started laughing when she saw the vibrator in her stepmother’s hand. She met Penny’s eyes and the woman winked at her. Dana took the toy from her, looked it over. She had never seen one in real life, though it looked curiously simple. All it was was a pink shaft tapered at one end with a black knob on the other. Nothing special. Could it really feel as good as some of the stories she had read made it sound?

While she had been looking at the toy, Penny had straightened up and shimmied out of her yoga pants. Dana glanced away from the vibrator as she felt her stepmother’s body weight settle onto the mattress. Penny moved close and she finally got her wish as her stepmother kissed her deeply, again.

Penny took the vibrator from her slack fingers, twisted the knob until it came buzzing to life. Dana looked from it to her stepmother, biting her lower lip. She asked, “What’s your plan for that?”

“Let’s call it ‘research’,” Penny said, kissing her.

Her stepmother put her hand on Dana’s shoulder, urged her to roll onto her back, never breaking the kiss. Dana shivered when Penny pressed the buzzing toy against her neck, traced it along her collar bone. She had to bite back a giggle as the vibrator slipped lower, made lazy circles around her nipple until it stiffened. Then Penny’s mouth was on her breast, her tongue teasing it until she groaned.

She didn’t notice the toy slipping down her stomach, her attention on what Penny’s mouth was doing to her. She gasped when the vibrator found her bud and her hips bucked and her thighs squeezed around the intense sensation. Penny moved between her legs, gently spreading them wide. The toy was sending shockwaves through her young body and she couldn’t stop gasping.

“Better than your toothbrush,” Penny asked, caressing Dana’s thighs with her free hand.

Dana nodded, couldn’t catch her breath to answer. The toy had her in a state, had her hips gyrating and her stomach clenching. She could feel the vibrations all through her body, not just between her thighs. Her fingers were knotted in the sheets as she held on for dear life.

The toy slipped from her bud and Penny ran it along the inside of her thighs, teasing her. A little flustered, Dana wanted her to put it back. Instead, Penny lowered her mouth to Dana’s girlhood. Her hot, wet tongue felt wonderful on Dana’s tender clit, teased moan after moan from her slack mouth. She forgot all about the vibrator.

At least, until it slipped from her thighs to torture her bud again. Penny’s mouth moved higher, leaving a trail of moist kisses up her stomach. Her skin tingled everywhere her lips touched and she writhed at their caress. Then Penny kissed her, her tongue insistent.

Dana was a little dizzy, too many wonderful things happening to her all at once. Her body couldn’t separate the sensations any longer. They became one mind-blowing feeling that she hoped would never end.

Almost the same instant that thought entered her mind, she felt her body start to gather tension for another orgasm. Penny must have sensed because she pulled the toy away before she could come.

“Not yet,” Penny said, kissing her one more time.

Dana’s hips moved but the toy wasn’t returned. She had been so close, her body frustrated by the lack of stimulus. It craved the vibrations of the toy, the release it promised.

Penny saw it, winked at her. Her lips caressed the curve of Dana’s neck, then her collar bone. Dana felt a shiver of excitement work through her as Penny kept kissing her way lower. She was holding her breath in anticipation by the time her lips brushed just below her navel. Penny kissed her way down the hollow of Dana’s hip, getting closer and closer.

When Penny finally made it to the swell of her girlhood, Dana’s pent up breath rushed out of her in a moan. Penny took her time, the caress of her tongue maddeningly slow. She had Dana right on the edge again, but wouldn’t let her come. Dana rolled her hips against her mouth, all but begging to be allowed to climax without saying the words.

The vibrator pressed just above her bud, the buzzing sending shivers all through her young body. Penny’s tongue didn’t stop its slow torture and the two sensations had her writhing in ecstasy. She was going to come, couldn’t stop if she tried. Penny let her this time, pushed her over the edge into orgasmic bliss. Her orgasm was so intense, it nearly folded her in half, rocked her into a sitting position. She hastily pulled the vibrator away, the buzzing suddenly too intense to bear.

Collapsing to her back, she laughed, “Holy shit!”

Penny grinned at her, said, “I’ll forgive the language this time.”

Dana gave her a sheepish grin, said, “Sorry.”

“It’s understandable,” Penny said, leaning in for a kiss.

Brushing the hair from her sweaty forehead, Dana said, “I know what I want for Christmas now.”

Laughing, Penny said, “Not exactly a gift I can put under the tree.”

“I guess not,” Dana said, laughing at the mental image of her father’s face when she opened her shiny new sex toy on Christmas morning.

Penny stretched out beside her and Dana moved against her. She put her head on her stepmother’s shoulder, took the vibrator from her. The toy buzzed in her hand, tickled her palm. She let it trail down Penny’s taut stomach and onto the slight mound of her sex. Penny sighed as the vibrations found her clit and her hips began to move. Propping up on her elbows, Dana watched Penny’s reaction to the vibrator. She found the flex of her body incredibly sexy.

Covering Dana’s hand with one of her own, Penny moved the vibrator lower. It eased inside of the woman and Penny moaned thickly as it bit deep. Dana glanced at Penny, saw the look on enjoyment on her face. Each time she thrust the toy into Penny, the woman would moan, her face pulled in a rictus of pleasure.

Dana got to her hands and knees and leaned down to kiss Penny. Pulling back, she grinned at the woman, then moved between her spread legs. Penny propped up on her elbows as Dana’s mouth found her undulating sex. Her head fell back loosely on her neck as Dana’s tongue teased her bud. Dana had to smile as Penny’s little cries grew louder and louder.

Sensing the woman was ready for it, Dana let her thrusts come faster. Penny collapsed to her back, her body writhing. Cupping her breasts, Penny teased them until she arched her back off the bed.

“God, this feels so good,” Penny said around a moan. One of her hands slipped from her breast, down her stomach, and into Dana’s hair. It slipped around to the back of Dana’s head, knotted in her hair there.

Dana had to smile at the not too subtle hint; Penny didn’t want her to stop what she was doing. She trapped the woman’s clitoral hood with her lips, gently sucked on it. Penny moaned, her fingers tightening more in Dana’s hair. The flick of her tongue had Penny’s hips undulating against her mouth. It was making it hard to keep her mouth to the woman’s sex. Dana used her free hand to trap one of her thighs, held on for dear life.

“Just like that,” Penny breathed, her head tossing.

Her cries became urgent, sharper. Dana sensed the woman’s body gathering tension, saw it in the contraction of her stomach. She pushed her stepmother closer and closer to the edge of release, thrusting the vibrator faster and pressing harder with her tongue.

“Oh, Daannaa,” Penny cried as she climaxed, her whole body clenching up. It nearly shook her to pieces. Dana eased the toy from Penny’s spasming sex, making the woman gasp and her hips jerk sharply. She used her tongue to keep those lovely feelings ebbing through her stepmother, making lazy circles around her bud.

Dana eventually twisted the knob on the vibrator, tossed it on the bed beside Penny. She crawled up the woman’s supine body, leaned in for a kiss. She stretched out on her side next to Penny, snuggled against her. Penny pulled her close, her arm around Dana’s neck. They stayed like that a while, neither one speaking.

Suddenly, Penny gave a little laugh, said, “You know, I tried to convince myself last night was a one-time thing. Maybe I’d get it out of my system and could move on. I think the plan backfired, though.”

“Yeah, I’m irresistible,” Dana teased, grinning at her stepmother.

Laughing, Penny gave her a quick kiss, then said, “You ARE irresistible. So beautiful.”

“You forgot ‘great in the sack’,” Dana said, smiling at the compliment.

“And great in the sack,” Penny said, laughing.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself,” Dana said.

“You’re just saying that,” Penny said, playfully.

Meeting her stepmother’s eyes, she said, “No, I’m not.”

Penny favored her with a warm smile, then kissed her deeply. When their lips finally parted, Penny said, “You are going to be trouble for me.”

“Probably,” Dana said, grinning.

“Well, Trouble,” Penny said, laughing, “I’m starving. Help me make breakfast?”

“Okay,” Dana said, sitting up.

Not bothering to get dressed, they headed back downstairs. Dana got a naughty little shiver working up her spine at walking around the house naked with Penny. It was a little dangerous, exciting. There was always a chance of her father coming home early from his trip or one of Penny’s friends dropping by unexpectedly.

“I’m thinking pancakes,” Penny said, as they passed through the arch and into the kitchen. “Sound good to you?”

“Perfect,” Dana said, her stomach gurgling right on cue. Penny made the best pancakes, so light and fluffy they practically melted in her mouth.

“Grab the big mixing bowl,” Penny said, going to the refrigerator for eggs and buttermilk. Dana found the bowl, set it on the counter, then watched Penny fish the flour out of the pantry. Penny sat the flour down, then said, “Want to make the batter?”

“Um,” Dana said, then shrugged, “I guess.”

Smiling, Penny said, “Grab the measuring cups.”

Dana found them in a drawer near the sink, then Penny walked her through making the batter. It was a little surreal, a weird mix of a mother/daughter bonding moment and lovers playing together. Penny’s arm was around her shoulder, her naked body pressed against Dana’s flank, a constant distraction from the touching family moment. Dana realized it was the perfect summation of their relationship; stepmother and stepdaughter yet lovers, Penny a amalgamation of her parent and partner.

It was a curiously comforting thought and Dana felt doubly loved. It was the love of a parent and child but also that of two people who had been intimate. She was smiling the whole time she folded the batter in on itself.

“That looks perfect,” Penny said, smiling at her.

“Is this the recipe you always use,” Dana asked, her mouth-watering at the thought of the golden cakes the batter would produce.

“Yeah,” Penny said, giving her a squeeze, “the one my adopted mother taught me.”

Laughing, Dana said, “This is kind of weird, right?”

“A little,” Penny said, laughing herself, “never thought I’d be naked when I taught you how to cook.”

Dana felt a burst of warmth for the woman. She still missed her mother sometimes but Penny had a special place in her heart. The woman had always been there to kiss her skinned knees and offer her advice. She turned into the woman, gave her a fierce squeeze. Surprised, Penny took a second to recover, then hugged her back.

“I love you, Penny,” Dana said, still holding on tight.

“I love you, too, Sweetie,” Penny said, her voice thick with emotion.

Releasing her stepmother, Dana gave her a sheepish grin, said, “Sorry. Pancakes make me emotional.”

Dana saw tears in Penny’s eyes, knew she had touched the woman. A little embarrassed, she turned away, said, “Um, now what?”

“Um, find the big skillet,” Penny said, taking a deep breath to get herself under control. Out of the corner of her eye, Dana saw Penny wipe a tear away. By the time Dana had the skillet on the stove, Penny was okay.

Penny walked her through the rest of the process and they sat at the island with a stack of pancakes each. Doused in butter and syrup, the pancakes were delicious. With a healthy sense of pride, Dana relished the taste, thought they might even taste better than usual because she had made them.

Some syrup dripped off her bite of pancake and fell on her breast. Looking down at it, she started laughing and used her finger to remove it. She grinned at Penny, said, “I think this is the first time I’ve ever eaten breakfast naked.”

“Actually,” Penny said, laughing, “it isn’t. Although, it has been a while.”

“You used to let me run around naked,” Dana asked, tsking.

“Let you? Until you were about six, it was a struggle to keep you in clothes. Your dad and I used to call you the Little Nudist.”

Dana had to laugh. She actually remembered Penny chasing her butt naked around the house more than once.

“Come to think of it,” Penny said, laughing, “you were naked the first time I met you.”

“Yeah,” Dana said, laughing, “Dad’s face got so red. He had put me in this cute little dress but it didn’t stay on very long.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, both remembering the past. They made short work of breakfast, then the dishes. Penny leaned against the sink, drying her hands on a dishtowel, watching Dana put the dishes up.

“So what do you have planned for today?” Penny asked.

“Nothing really,” Dana said, putting up the last of the dishes. She turned to Penny with a playful smile on her face, said, “Unless you want to help me with some more… research.”

Laughing, Penny said, “You aren’t all ‘researched’ out yet?”

“What can I say?” Dana said, grinning, “I’m a horny teenager.”

Penny moved closer, put her arms around Dana’s neck, and said, “Well, I guess we could do a little more, then. Research, that is.”

Dana had only been teasing, but she felt herself responding to the closeness of Penny’s body. When Penny kissed her, she kissed her back, tasted the syrup on her breath. As the kiss deepened, the space between them evaporated. They didn’t break it until they both had to come up for air. Gasping for air, they grinned at each other.

Penny took her hand and she found herself being led upstairs, again. They turned into Dana’s room, headed straight for the bed. Tumbling onto the mattress, they ended up in each other’s arms and their lips met, again. They laid like that awhile, their bodies a tangled mess, just kissing and exploring each other.

Eventually, Penny urged Dana to roll onto her back, then moved between her spread thighs. She straddled one of Dana’s hips, lowering onto Dana until their bodies were nested together. Smiling down at Dana, she began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding their bodies together deliciously. Dana watched the roll of her hips, loved the flex of her lean body.

It was only their second time together but they found an easy rhythm, one that drove both of them crazy. Dana found it curious how well they moved together, but the wonderful sensations Penny’s body was awakening in hers made it hard to think about anything else.

Her hands roamed over Penny’s hips and thighs, around to cup her round buttocks. She pulled Penny closer, helped the woman really grind their pussies together. The meeting of their bodies was sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

Putting one elbow down, Dana half sat up and Penny met her halfway for a lingering kiss. She could feel the woman’s excitement in the eagerness of the kiss, though it matched her own. It stoked her own desire until it burned even hotter.

Penny’s pace quickened as she became more aroused, her hips really rocking back and forth. Dana met her counter thrust for thrust, rolling her hips up into her stepmother. Sweat broke out on their bodies from their efforts, lubricating the union of their bodies. They moved against each other with ease.

Their cries mingled in the quiet room, growing louder as they pushed each other closer to climax. Among the moans and sighs were little muttered words of encouragement as they strained toward release.

Meeting Dana’s eyes, Penny held her gaze, wouldn’t let her look away. She saw her stepmother’s eyes widen slightly and knew the woman was going to come. Tension was gathering in her own body. Dana saw the recognition in Penny’s eyes, knew that she knew Dana was going to come, too. She took Dana’s hands, interlocked their fingers at the last second.

Penny cried out as she stiffened atop Dana. A half of a heartbeat behind her, Dana climaxed hard, her cry of ecstasy joining Penny’s. Knuckles turned white as they squeezed each others hands in a death grip.

Gasping for air, Penny sprawled on her side beside Dana. Putting a hand to her forehead, she said, “Son of a bitch.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Oh, sure. It’s okay if YOU curse.”

Penny shook her head and grinned, “You can curse if you need to. God, that was incredible.”

“Yeah,” Dana agreed, grinning at her.

Still working on catching her breath, Penny said, “I think I can skip my exercises this evening. That was a workout and a half.”

“Definitely worked off the pancakes,” Dana agreed.

Dana was a little surprised when Penny snuggled against her, her lovely body molding against her side. She smiled when her stepmother laid her head on her shoulder. It was usually Dana who wanted to cuddle afterward but this was kind of nice. She put a hand on Penny’s chin, turned her stepmother’s face up so she could kiss her.

They laid like that awhile, in no hurry to get up. Eventually, Penny said, “I could get used to this… and that scares me a little.”

“Why,” Dana asked, giving her a curious smile.

“Your dad is going to be home Monday,” Penny said.

“Yeah,” Dana said, sighing.

“I’m going to miss this,” Penny said, smiling at her.

“I’m sure we’ll get another chance,” Dana said, with a dry little laugh as she thought about her father’s preoccupation with his work, “sadly.”

On to Chapter 6!

By Muffi

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

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A note from JetBoy: This is a two-part story, and the opening chapter you’re about to start reading was originally posted at Juicy Secrets a year ago. Unfortunately, I somehow neglected to post the second half, damn it all. Today, my blunder has been made right. And since those of you who read this opening chapter last year probably don’t recall its precise details, we have chosen to link to it first. So be sure to jump ahead to Part Two when you get to the bottom. Enjoy.

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I had been sitting with Kirsten for about six months when it happened. I won’t call it “babysitting,” because she’s anything but a baby, and it would really upset her if I called her that. Kirsten was nine the first time her mother asked me if I could watch her on a regular basis after school until she got home from work. She paid pretty well, but that wouldn’t have mattered. Kirsten and her mom live next door to us, and I’ve always liked her, ever since they moved in. She’s a really cool kid.

I always thought that the reason Kirsten liked to hang around with me so much was because she just looked up to me. I’m nearly seven years older, so I guess she saw me as almost a grown up, but also still young enough to be cool. It wasn’t until I’d been sitting with her for about six months that I figured out that she had a really, really intense crush on me.

At first, I was kind of freaked out by that. I mean, I’m into girls, but I never even thought about little girls like Kirsten that way. It was pretty weird to think that Kirsten had a crush on me. Once I figured it out though, I couldn’t get rid of the thought. I mean, I know it’s wrong, but still I kept thinking about her having a crush on me, and what it would be like to teach her some things.

I think Kirsten really liked that I always did stuff that I could include her in, and that I didn’t treat her like a little kid, even though she was one. She still is, really, but I don’t tell her that. Even though she’s ten now, and I’m almost seventeen, I still think of her as a little kid. Not like most little kids though. It’s kind of hard to explain. I mean, I know she’s a kid and all, but when we’re together, I can’t help but think of her as a woman.

I can’t help the fact that I’m in love with her, either. I know that sounds pretty stupid, since she’s so young, but it’s the truth.

Anyway, like I said, I’d been sitting with her for about six months when I finally figured out that Kirsten had a thing for me. I’m not stupid or anything, it’s just that I wasn’t looking for it, you know? It’s not like she was somebody my own age or anything. You can always tell when somebody your own age has a crush on you. It’s just that she’s so young, I didn’t figure it out for a while.

Anyway, on the day that everything finally happened, I’d rushed over to Kirsten’s house and run inside. It was going to rain, and from what I could tell, it was going to be a real big storm. I got inside and found Kirsten there waiting for me. She’d already changed out of her school clothes, and she had on a pair of old cut off denim shorts and a pretty tight t-shirt.

When I came in the door, she came running up and gave me a big hug. While she was holding me, I felt her move one hand up so it was pressed between my shoulder blades. Her other hand dropped down, so her arm was wrapped around my hips and her hand was resting on my butt.

I don’t know why that caught my attention that day. She’s hugged me like that before. But for some reason, that day I was especially aware of that little hand on my bottom, and the way she nuzzled her head in between my breasts.

“Hiya, Jess,” she said. She was leaning back now, grinning up at me.

“Hey, Kirsten,” I replied. “How are ya?”

“Pretty good,” she replied. “No homework tonight! Yay!”

“Lucky you,” I said, with a grimace. “I’ve got a ton of it.”

“That sucks!” she said. “Do you have to get it done right away?”

I shook my head. “Nah, it’s okay. I can do it later on tonight.”

“Cool!” Kirsten squealed. “You wanna watch a movie or somethin’? We can’t go anywhere, ‘cos it’s gonna pour.”

“Sure,” I said. “We can do whatever you want.”

“You wanna pick one, or you want me to?” she asked.

“Uhm, you can pick one out,” I said.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s get some popcorn and Coke first, though.”

She broke away from me, and I started the popcorn in the microwave. While I waited, I watched Kirsten as she got ur drinks ready.

Kirsten’s about four-feet, eight inches tall, and I figure she probably weighs about seventy pounds. She’s kind of on the slim side, but not really skinny. Her hair is really curly and long, almost to the middle of her back. She usually wears it in two ponytails up on the sides of her head. It’s light brown, like the color of caramel. She’s got brown eyes, and a pretty mouth with what I guess they call a “pouty” bottom lip. Her nose is small, and it turns up at the end. She’s really cute.

While she was getting glasses down from the cupboard, I suddenly caught myself staring at her butt. That kind of surprised me. But what really surprised me was how beautiful I thought it was. Not just cute, but beautiful. Then when she turned around, I noticed how I could see her nipples under her t-shirt. They were just starting to get that puffy look that girls get when their boobs are getting ready to sprout. I thought that was just the loveliest thing I’d ever seen. This was getting really weird!

Kirsten must have noticed me noticing her chest, because she smiled at me and kind of pushed it out a little.

“My boobs are starting to grow!” she said proudly. Then she asked, “Jess, do you think mine will ever get as nice as yours are?”

“Of course!” I said. “They’re already looking pretty good.”

“You really think so?”

“Yup,” I nodded. She grinned proudly.

“Guess what else?” she said in a dramatic stage whisper.

“What?”

“I’m getting hair down there, too.” She pointed at her crotch. “I don’t have much yet, but it’s starting to grow.”

“That’s great,” I murmured. “You’re really growing up, huh kiddo?”

Kirsten nodded, blushing and smiling shyly.

The popcorn was done, and Kirsten had the sodas poured, so we took everything and went into the living room to watch a movie.

I was really, really surprised at her choice in movies. She pulled out a DVD and stuck it in, and I was shocked when I saw that it was the movie Boys Don’t Cry. If you don’t know the movie, it’s based on a true story about a transgendered girl who tries to live her life as a boy. In the end she winds up being murdered because she’s different.

I was kind of uneasy about letting Kirsten watch it, but she told me that she’d already seen it with her mom, so I figured it must be okay. It just surprised me because it’s such a grown up movie for a little girl to want to watch, especially since she’d already seen it once.

When the movie was done, Kirsten sat next to me, being really quiet. We switched over to the television, and watched some stupid talk show in silence for a couple of minutes. Then she snuggled in next to me, arranging herself so that my arm was around her, and she was resting against my side.

“Jess,” she said, “is it wrong for girls to like other girls? Like in the movie, I mean?”

“I don’t think it is, no,” I said. “But a lot of people do think that way.”

“But why?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I guess because it’s something they don’t understand.”

She was quiet for a few minutes again. Then she snuggled down even closer to me.

“So you don’t think it’s wrong then? If a girl likes girls, I mean?”

“Of course not,” I answered.

“Would you get freaked out if a girl liked you that way?” she asked.

“Nah,” I said. I was trying to avoid the fact that I’m into girls, actually. That was my big secret, one only a couple of other girls knew. At the same time, I was really aware of the fact that Kirsten’s warm little body was pressed up against mine, her head resting on my left breast.

All of a sudden, Kirsten seemed to be really nervous. She pulled away from me, then turned to face me on the couch.

“Hey,” she said, “you wanna see how my hair is starting to grow down there?”

Talk about being surprised! Part of me was thinking, No way! Don’t even go there, Jess! But another part of me really wanted to see. I was annoyed at myself for thinking that way, because she was just a little girl, after all. But I couldn’t stop thinking how cute she was getting, and… well, damn it, I just wanted to see her naked.

“Uhmm… well, I guess.. if you wanna show me, sure,” I said quietly.

Kirsten got serious then. “You promise you won’t laugh at me?”

“Of course not!” I replied. “Why would I laugh?”

“Cos I don’t really have much there yet,” she said. “It’s just that no one’s seen it, and it’s so cool that I’m finally starting to grow hair on my p-pussy!” She giggled, thrilled to be using a grownup word.

“I promise, Kirsten,” I said, “I won’t laugh at you.”

“Okay,” she said. She stood up from the couch then, and turned so she was standing in front of me. I was pretty surprised to find that my heart was beating like crazy, pounding hard and fast.

I watched Kirsten as she unbuttoned her shorts, then pulled the zipper down. She hesitated for a second, blushing, then she shoved her shorts down really fast, and stood looking at me expectantly.

I almost forgot to breathe.

Her little pussy was gorgeous. She’s one of those girls who has a really puffy, plump little mons that seemed to swell just a bit. She was right — she didn’t have much hair yet, but it was definitely there. Just a few dark, very soft looking strands of silken down that perfectly matched the caramel-colored hair on her head. My eyes slowly traveled up her body until I was gazing into her eyes.

Kirsten didn’t say a word. She just stood there, displaying herself to me… and all I could do was stare like an idiot. Finally, I was able to find my voice again.

“I think it’s beautiful,” I told her.

“You’re not just saying that?” she asked. “You really think so?”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, sweetie,” I said. “I really do think so.”

She blushed. “I’m glad you think that,” she murmured.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Kirsten reached down and tugged her shorts back up. I found myself wanting to ask her to leave them down, to let me look some more. I didn’t, though. I kept my mouth shut. I mean, she was just a kid. I couldn’t even think of going where my head wanted to take me.

When she had her shorts back together, Kirsten came back to the couch and sat down next to me again. She leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder. Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. We just sat there, lost in our own thoughts, staring at the television without paying attention. Then I felt her sigh.

“Jess?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think I’m gonna be pretty someday?”

I smiled. I couldn’t resist teasing her a little bit. “Nope,” I said.

I felt her head jerk up, and saw her from the corner of my eye, staring up at me in shock. “No?” she said.

I shook my head. “Nope.”

She didn’t know what to say. I let her stew in it for a minute, then I couldn’t help grinning. “No, Kirsten, I don’t think you’re gonna be pretty someday,” I said quietly. “I think you’re beautiful right now.”

I heard her breath catch in her throat for a second. “You mean it, Jess?” she said. “You really, truly think that about me?”

“Yeah, sweetie,” I said. I shifted myself so that I could put my arm around her shoulders, letting her snuggle against my side again. “I really think you’re beautiful.”

Kirsten moved so that her head was resting against my breast; one hand snaked across my belly as she pressed herself in even tighter to me.

“Jess,” she said softly, “c-can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” I said.

“If I tell you,” she said, “you hafta promise you won’t say anything to anybody else. ‘Specially my mom.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” I said.

“Cross your heart?”

I reached up and drew a cross over my heart with one finger. “Hope to die,” I said.

“And you hafta promise you won’t make fun of me, either.”

“I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

She was quiet for a minute, then she heaved a huge sigh. “I — I like girls,” she said.

I hesitated. I didn’t want to make the mistake of taking what she was saying the wrong way. “Well, of you course you do, silly,” I said. “You’re a girl. That just makes sense.”

“No,” she said, “I mean… Well… you know how all the girls go crazy ’bout the Jonas Brothers? How they all think they’re so sexy and stuff? Well, I kinda feel like that ’bout Hilary Duff and Pink. I don’t think boys are sexy. I think girls are.”

All of a sudden, my heart was pounding in my chest again. Careful, Jess, I thought. Just be very careful here.

“Well,” I said, “so what? I mean, it’s okay to like girls like that. You’re still you. It just means you’re a little different from some of your friends. But not that different. Lots of girls like other girls that way.”

“Really?” she said. “So it’s not like, really weird or anything?”

“No, sweetie,” I said. “It’s not weird. Even if some people say it is, it’s not.”

“Then how come all the kids in school say it’s really sick and stuff?”

“Because they don’t understand it,” I said. “They’re scared.”

“I hate that I can’t tell any of my friends about it,” she said, pouting. “They all talk about the sexy guys, and how some of the boys in school are so hot and stuff, and I hafta kinda play along with it and pretend I think that way, too.”

God, was I familiar with that feeling! I thought about myself, and how I’d had to hide the truth from my friends for so long, until I finally was able to confide in a couple of them. I was counting the days until I started college, which was when I planned to come out… and if any of my friends weren’t able to accept me for who I am, that’s their loss. But Kirsten was just a kid. It’d be harder for her, I knew.

“Wanna know a secret?” I asked her.

I felt her nod her head against my boob.

“I like girls that way, too.” I said.

I felt her head move, and I looked down at her. She was staring up at me. “You do?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I do,” I said. “Think about it. Have you ever seen me with a boyfriend?”

She thought for a minute. “No,” she finally said.

“Well, that’s ‘cos I don’t like boys that way. I like girls.” I shrugged. “You can’t help being who you are, Kirsten. Liking girls is just a part of you.”

She was silent again for a minute. “Thanks, Jess,” she said, finally.

“For what?” I asked.

“For tellin’ me. And for not thinkin’ I’m weird or stupid.”

“You’re not weird, and you’re not stupid,” I said. “You’re just you.”

Again, she fell silent for a while. She was still curled into me, her head on my breast, her arm draped over my belly. I had one arm around her, enjoying the warmth of her little body against mine. I reached up and stroked her hair with my fingers.

“Jess… what’s it like?” she asked.

“What’s what like, Sweetie?”

“What’s it like to kiss another girl?”

“It’s amazing,” I smiled. “You’ll love it, I promise.”

Again that long pause while she considered everything she was going through. I knew this had to be really hard for her.

“Can I tell you somethin’ else?” she finally said.

I just nodded.

“I think about kissing you,” she said shyly.

My heart skipped a beat. “You do?”

She nodded. “I think about that a lot.” She hesitated, then continued when I didn’t say anything. “I’ve liked you for a really long time. Ever since I met you. I think about kissing you whenever I… well…” Her voice trailed off.

“When you what, sweetie?”

“When I t-touch myself,” she said shyly. “You know… down there?”

My heart did another skip. I felt it in other places, too. In the pit of my stomach. Between my legs. Especially between my legs. I felt a warm dampness beginning to build in my panties.

She’s a little girl, Jess, I thought anxiously. Be careful here.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” I replied. “I had no idea you felt that way about me.”

“It’s okay,” she said with a sigh. “You don’t hafta like me back like that. I know I’m just a kid, an’ I don’t have any boobs or anything yet. I’d be kinda stupid to think you like me back the same way.”

“Kirsten, it’s not that,” I said. “It’s just…” I trailed off.

In about three seconds, years flashed through my mind. I remembered when I was Kirsten’s age, knowing I was different, not knowing what it meant. Being afraid of what I felt. Thinking I was weird or sick because of the things that I thought about when I masturbated. Wanting something, but not knowing exactly what it was. Most of all, how horribly alone and lonely I felt most of the time, because I thought I was so different from everyone else.

It’s just what, Jess? I thought. What is it, exactly? I didn’t have an answer.

Kirsten was looking up at me, waiting for me to finish that thought. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. Very slowly, I shifted position so that I sat facing her. I reached up with both hands and rested them against the sides of her face, staring into her eyes. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I leaned in closer to her. I saw her eyes widen when she figured out what I was going to do, just before I closed my own eyes at the moment that my lips touched hers.

I kissed her softly, gently. No tongue, no deep passion. Not yet. Just a very long, soft, gentle kiss, sucking lightly on her bottom lip.

I felt her stiffen for a moment. Then she relaxed. I felt her hand move and come to rest on my thigh as she sat, perfectly still, letting me linger in that kiss for as long as I wanted to. Truth is, I didn’t want to end it. I could have stayed there, happily, our lips pressed gently together, for the rest of the night. Finally, though, I had to break the sweetness. I pulled my mouth from hers, gently pulling her head into the side of my neck, my arms sliding down to hold her.

I felt her sigh deeply. “That was nice,” she whispered against my neck. Her warm breath made me shiver.

At that moment, we heard her mother’s car pulling into the driveway. Damn it! I thought.

I couldn’t believe what came from my mouth next. I pulled away from Kirsten quickly, her face cupped in my hands again. I stared into her eyes for a moment.

“Kirsten, would you like to stay with me tonight? At my house, I mean?”

Her eyes widened. “You mean it? Like, stay overnight? Really?”

I nodded. She smiled shyly.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good,” I whispered. “Just let me do the talking, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

The front door opened, and Kirsten’s mom Lisa entered the house. We heard her footsteps as she came into the living room.

“Hi, girls,” she said. “How’s everything going?”

“Oh, hi, Lisa,” I said. “Everything’s fine. How was work?”

Lisa came around the couch, and practically collapsed into the recliner. “Long,” she said. “Reeeeally long. I’m exhausted!”

“Oh, that sucks,” I said. Then I put a sheepish look on my face. “Uhmm… I’m afraid I kinda screwed up tonight, Lisa,” I said. “Kirsten and I got all involved in watching a movie, and then we got to talking about stuff, and we never did get started on her homework. But, I have an idea, if it’s okay with you.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Well,” I said, “Kirsten has a lot of math homework. I thought maybe, if it’s okay with you, she could come over to my house for dinner, and then I can help her with her math. And then, if it’s okay, we could have a sleepover.”

Lisa smiled. “You don’t mind spending your whole evening with a nine-year-old?” she asked.

I grinned. “Nah, I like hangin’ out with Kirsten.”

Lisa shrugged. “Well, as long as you promise me that she’ll get all of her homework done, sure. And I can just grab a quick bite and go right to bed. I could use some extra sleep tonight.”

“Awesome!” I said. “Kirsten, you wanna go get some things together? Get your books, and something to sleep in, and some clothes for school tomorrow.”

Kirsten jumped up from the couch, grinning. “Cool!” she said. She spun around and ran off up the stairs.

“Don’t forget your toothbrush!” I shouted after her.

“Jess, thank you,” said Lisa. “It means a lot that you treat Kirsten like an equal. She adores you, y’know. Are you sure your parents won’t mind you bringing company home?”

“No, they won’t mind,” I replied. “And it’s no problem. Kirsten’s a really cool kid. I like spending time with her.”

“Just make sure she gets to sleep at some kind of a reasonable hour, okay?”

“I will.” I grinned at her. “Prob’ly like midnight. You know what a sleepover is like!”

Lisa snickered. “Yes, I do,” she said. “Midnight is more than satisfactory for a sleepover.”

“I promise, she’ll get plenty of sleep, and I’ll make sure she gets off to school on time tomorrow.”

“Thanks again, Jess,” she said. “I really can use the extra rest tonight.”

Kirsten came bouncing down the stairs, her school backpack on her shoulder, and a tote bag with her clothes and stuff in one hand. She came around the recliner and kissed her Mom on the cheek. “Bye, Mom,” she chirped. “I’ll see ya tomorrow night.”

“Good night, baby,” said Lisa. “Have fun… but get to sleep at a decent hour, okay?”

“I will,” giggled Kirsten.

“Night, Lisa,” I said, standing and following Kirsten to the door. “Get some rest. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, girls.”

On to Part Two!